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(MF, d/s, v, oral, anal, bd, mc, v, ws, scat) *** Author's Note: While there is indeed a beautiful woman by the name of Patti, this is a work of FICTION. So please, no "flames". This is a story that is based on several fantasies that have been shared between us. Perhaps one day. *** She couldn't believe she was actually doing this. How many times had she thought about it, but figured it would never happen, or worse case scenario, she might chicken out. But no, here she was, about to realize a fantasy that was too long in the making. Patti sat in her car for a few moments, collecting her thoughts. What would her friends say? What would her late parents have thought? How would her HUSBAND react if he knew? Closing her eyes for a moment, she drew in a deep breath, and then got out of her car. The parking lot of the truck-stop was like countless others along I-5, which ran along the West coast from the California border with Mexico, North through Oregon and Washington, to Vancouver. To one side were the big rigs that ran freight across the nation on eighteen wheels. They were parked while the people who drove them were inside; getting a meal, a hot shower, or a few hours sleep in a bed that was larger than the back of the cab. Fuel pumps of assorted grades of gasoline were off to another side. Next to them, diesel. And the large parking lot for RV's and autos. Tractor trailers were not the only vehicles that the station serviced. It was so large and humming with activity, it was the perfect place to blend in and meet a stranger. A stranger? Well, perhaps that might not be the best way to describe who Patti was about to meet. No, he was someone she had encountered on-line, a few years ago. They had chatted and spoken on the phone several times. She had a certain hunger that her husband couldn't fulfill, and she figured that the anonymous nature of the internet would help her in ways she could not receive at home. At the time, she was taking care of her parents who were both ill, and she and her husband had moved back into her childhood home so she could be there with them full time, while her husband worked. When her father had passed, she was devastated. She had loved the man deeply. And shortly after that, the death of her mother left an even greater void in her life. Family was a help, but her husband wasn't the rock of support she craved. After being the care-taker for so long, she desired to just have him take charge for once. Make the decisions about things that mattered. But that was not the case. Perhaps he was oblivious, or maybe he didn't care, but Patti simply NEEDED someone to step in as the decision maker. She was, as the saying goes, "burnt out". A part time job helped to distract her, but it was not the outlet she craved. Her "special friend" on the internet was someone she poured her thoughts and heart out to. They played "games" where he would order her to do certain things. Some of these commands were not at all out of the ordinary, such as what to clothes she had to wear, or how to do her hair and makeup. Other times, he told her to do things to herself. Explore her body. Please it, and herself as well. He had introduced her to the concept that pain isn't always a bad thing, but can actually lead to heightened feelings of arousal and pleasure. The fact that she now masturbated several times a week while attaching over a dozen clothespins to each of her breasts no longer seemed unusual to her. As one hand worked her dildo up inside her, the other would reach up to twist and pinch the wooden clamps tighter around her tender flesh. How many times had she dropped to her knees to suck her husband's cock like a starving animal, the moment he got home, but fantasized that it was not her husband's cum she was swallowing, but that of the man on the other side of the computer? On multiple occasions, he had made requests of her that she was unwilling to try. A meeting between them. Maybe a weekend away. Pictures. Being able to converse more freely by telephone. Her reluctance caused a small but gently widening rift between them. E-mails and conversations became less frequent, and then... Stopped. She mourned the loss, and told herself that maybe it was for the best. But still, she longed for them in a nostalgic way. He had told her that she was beautiful. Something she doubted about herself due to her ever constant battle with weight. "I like women with curves," he had stated. She didn't doubt him for a moment. But still, she missed their chats. A few weeks without contact turned into months, and then a few years. Then one day, she saw a message from him in her in-box. "I've been thinking of you," was all it said. She replied at once. "I miss our talks. How are you?" Again, contact was resumed. And finally, she made the decision to meet him. Never, in all the years of her marriage had she been unfaithful to her husband. Yes, she had become sexually active at a young age, perhaps in ways that might not have been healthy or safe, but she had put that behind her (as she kept telling herself, with mixed results of believability). The tipping point was reached when one afternoon, when her husband returned home, she had wanted sex. Not to "make love", but just to have sex. Animal instincts kicking in, which would lead to brainless fucking to satisfy her on the most primitive level. She just wanted an orgasm that she had not induced by her own hands, but by those of her husband who would take her, and ram himself in her until she blacked out from the pleasure. Did she get it? No. He stated that he was "tired" and he expressed annoyance that she seemed to be wanting more and more from him, in ways he felt were not "normal". To Patti's husband, sex was done in the dark, at night, missionary, and not much else. Yes, he enjoyed it when she sucked him off (what man wouldn't?) but when she asked him to reciprocate, he balked. "Yuck, that's not normal." She fought back the tears as he went to shower, and turned on her lap-top. "You spend too much time on that thing," he snapped. "What the hell else should I be doing?" she snarled back. The lap-top was a prized possession. When her old desk- top computer had caught a "worm of death" that put it out of commission, once and for all, she scrimped her cash to buy it. It was pass-coded, and her husband NEVER was allowed to touch it. Had he managed to get it open, he would be stunned at what she had saved there. And when she once again received the invitation to meet, she accepted. "Really? No bullshit this time?" No bullshit, Patti answered. A date and time was set up. The truck stop was about thirty miles from where Patti lived, and she doubted anyone would notice her car parked with the hundreds of others there. She had followed the instructions to meet him at 10:00 in the morning, parking in a specific row of the lot. She knew what vehicle to look for, since she had been informed of what he was driving. She slung the case that held her lap-top over her shoulder (it also doubled as an over-sized purse). He had instructed her to bring it, so he could teach her some new photo shop effects and to swap pictures and downloads. As she approached the SUV, the driver's side window slid down. "Hey there, pretty girl. You looking for a date?" She had to giggle at the goofy smile on his face. "Maybe," she answered coyly as she opened the door and hopped in on the other side. Suddenly, he was pulling her tightly against his body, crushing his mouth to hers. She felt a little lightheaded at the sensation it gave her. Mouths opened, tongues wrestled, and hands groped across each of them. "I need you," she gasped. "Take me wherever it is you have planned, and just take me." "Last chance to back out," he replied. "Are you sure?" "TAKE ME!" He started the SUV and quickly drove out of the parking lot and towards the road that would take them back onto I-5. Shortly after that, they were at the motel. He had selected that particular one for several reasons. First, it was one to indulge the illicit meetings between people who didn't want it known that they had been there. Cash was the preferred manner of payment. No credit card receipt trail. Second, it was older, so it was built a lot more solidly than the newer motels, which also insured for better sound-proofing. And finally, the room was on the first floor, around the back side of the place, away from view to anyone on the street. When he shut to door, he paused to look at her. Patti was, as he had always told her, quite beautiful. Her long dark brown hair hung nearly to the small of her back. Smokey eyes, the color of sable looked up at him as she smiled. Upon his instruction, she slowly undressed, releasing the top that encased her full breasts. When she released them from her bra, they fell slightly as gravity took hold, but the nipples and areola was a rosy pink. The weight she feared didn't do anything unflattering to his eye. In fact, the soft full curves of her only added to his lust. Once she had finished, he allowed her to do the same to him. Sitting on the edge of the bed, he told her to stand next to him. "I want to inspect you." As she had been told, there was not a hair on her body, below her neck. Patti had worked for hours to shave, wax and exfoliate herself, so that she was hairless and smooth. "Very good," he purred as one hand slipped up between her thighs to tease the tender moist button of flesh that awaited his attention. He drew Patti into his lap to kiss her, and continue to stroke her. She shifted and opened herself to accept his attentions, delighted at his praise. Bodies shifted, and soon Patti found herself on her back, savoring the sensations of his hands and mouth that traced patterns across her skin. Closing her eyes, she tried to reach for him, to feel what would soon be inside her, but found him brushing her hand away. "Later," he had whispered. "Just lie back, and enjoy this." And enjoy, she did. And when at last she felt him open her legs wide to lower his mouth down onto her sopping pussy, she moaned with an animal lust that was new to her. She pressed her hands down upon his head, holding him there as his tongue worked deeper and deeper into her. Fingers joined in the explorations, and between his nibbling and sucking her clit, and stroking the insides of her pussy, Patti lost control of herself. The orgasm hit her like none prior in her life. And before she could make sense of it, he had moved to reposition himself so that her ankles were at his shoulders, and he was sliding into her. "Fuck me," she moaned. "Oh God, please... Fuck me!" Her words came is short gasps as he thrust repeatedly into her. "God... Yes... Fuck me... Fill me up... TAKE ME!" She didn't pause to think on his answer; "That's my plan." She had no idea how long they made the old bed bounce and creak. All she knew was that her body was releasing the pent up frustrations that had been coiled up inside her like a spring, winding ever tighter. She could tell by his grunts that he was also reaching his climax, and just as he reached the point of no return, he placed a hand down to where their bodies were joined, and he pinched her clit. She screamed with delight as her eyes rolled back into her head. Below, she could feel his cum pumping into her. She knew she would need to shower thoroughly before she got home, because any sign of another mans cum oozing from her pussy would be a death blow to her fragile marriage. But she would enjoy this moment to the fullest. As his contractions slowed, he paused to grind himself against her pubic bone, causing yet another orgasm. Shivering with delight, she allowed herself to drift... When she awoke, it was dark. But during the Winter season in Oregon, "dark" came early. "OH SHIT! WHAT TIME IS IT???" Never in her imagination could she have anticipated being fucked so hard, she would pass out for several hours. "It's almost 4:00, pet. What's the concern?" "What's the concern? My husband will be home from work in thirty minutes! If I'm not there, he will wonder what's going on. He will call me every five minutes on my cell phone until I answer. DAMNIT! You need to take me to my car so I can go home." "No." The word was stated firmly, with a quiet resolve. "No? What do you mean, 'no'? What the hell...?" His actions stunned her as much as his words. "I said 'no', because I am NOT bringing you back to your car, and you are NOT going back to that house. And I do NOT like your tone of voice, little girl." He smacked her across her cheek, and her head spun as she felt the side of her face sting and grow warm. She held a hand to her face. "You can't just..." "I can, and I am. Be honest with yourself, little girl, you want this. You want someone to take you and remove you from the life you have grown to hate. Here I am, ready to do just that. Tell me, little girl, do you REALLY want to go home to that empty house, to the man who is more interested in what sports are on TV tonight and dinner than what you are willing to offer? I want an answer, little girl." He stood over her, a sneer on his face, hands on his hips. "Patti," she answered shakily. "My name is Patti, not 'little girl'." "Your name is whatever I decide it will be. You have no say in the matter. When you prove to me that you have earned it, I will give you a new name. Until then, I will call you 'little girl' or 'slut' or 'bitch' or whatever other designation I think of. Got it?" She looked up at him, stunned. "I said; 'GOT IT?'" He reached down to grab a handful of hair to pull her head around to face him. Tears leaked from her eyes. What the hell had she gotten herself into? Maybe she could play along and then figure out a way to get away from the situation. "Um... yes," she answered meekly. "Yes, WHAT?" he shook his hand to make her head bounce. "Yes... Sir?" she shivered. "That will do for a start. Know that you will address me from now on as one of the following; 'Sir', 'Master', or 'Owner'. You will NOT refer to yourself as 'Patti', since that name no longer applies. You will refer to yourself as 'slave', 'slut', 'bitch', 'little girl' or 'Masters property'. Is that simple enough for you to understand?" "I think so," she gulped. Again, his hand lashed across her face. "Wrong way of answering. Try again." She gasped for air, and managed to croak; "Your slave understands, Sir." "Good," he snarled. "Now I want you to use that mouth of yours to wash my cock. It's sticky from filling your cunt with my cum." Kneeling in front of Him, she reached up to touch his hardening penis. Tracing a finger along the underside, she could indeed feel the stickiness there, and the scent of their combined bodily fluids was strong. Opening her mouth, she gave a brief thought to what might happen if she were brave enough to bite Him. But that idea vanished in an instant as he grabbed handfuls of her hair to pull her face forward. Without question, she knew He would kill her, if she tried anything. Quietly, she accepted his cock into her open mouth. Washing the shaft up and down with her tongue, she made sure to attend it properly, from the base of His balls, up to where she wriggled the tip of her tongue in the small opening at the top. "Not bad, slave," he grunted. "Keep this up, and Master will give you a taste treat." A gurgle and a nod was her answer. After a short time, she found herself fighting her gag reflex as he fucked her face, shoving his cock into the back of her mouth and partially down her throat. Rocking back and forth on her knees, she wondered how long He would keep this up. The answer came soon enough. Pulling her tight against his groin, He shot His load down her throat. Most of it she was not able to taste, since it entered her mouth well beyond her taste buds. When he finished, he shoved her away and she toppled over to the floor. "You need to improve your technique, bitch. But we will have plenty of time for you to work on that." Sprawled naked on the floor, she shivered, as the room was cool. "Master? Can slave use the bathroom? Please?" "You need to pee?" He was answered by a nod. "Fine. Crawl in there." He opened a door that led to the small bathroom. There was a toilet, and a sink, but no bathtub, only a shower stall. "Stop," he ordered as she crawled towards the toilet. "You will go into the shower to pee. Animals squat to relieve themselves. That is where you will also. If you need to shit, the drain cover can be removed and you will wash it down. Now piss." Shame caused her to blush brightly. In all of her life, she had never been able to go to the bathroom when anyone else was around. "Miss Bashful Bladder" was the joke for her. Crawling into the shower, she turned to face the corner as she pulled herself into a squatting position. "Turn around," he commanded. "A slave doesn't hide ANYTHING from an Owner. Understand that you are no longer quite human, but an animal for MY pleasure. What I state, is Law, and there is no argument. Disobedience will be punished. Proper behavior rewarded. Understood?" "Understood, Master." With a sigh, she turned to face Him, and did her best not to let the shame keep her from releasing her bladder. It had been so full, it was starting to hurt. A slow trickle soon came out. And as she fought to relax, the trickle turned to a steady stream. And after that, she felt her bladder fully relax as it was empty. "Animals mark their territory with their urine. It is also a way that ownership is stated. Were you aware of that?" She nodded. "Good, so I do not need to explain THIS." Suddenly, hot spurts of urine shot from the tip of His penis and splattered across her face and body. Instinctively, she tried to cover her face, but his commands to keep her hands at her side as she crouched in the shower stall prevented her from doing so. The hot liquid splashed across her face, into her hair, up and down her torso, and legs, and in spite of her attempts to keep it from doing so, some of it entered her nose and her mouth. Try as she might, she couldn't help but spit out the fluids, to clear the taste from her tongue. "Master is marking His pet; the little cunt who wants to be owned and fucked on a daily basis. Soon she will respond like a bitch in heat, begging for cock in every opening her body has. And Master will enjoy doing just that, and many other things. He is SO looking forward to using you and your body. And after that, maybe He will let you go. Wouldn't it be interesting to see how you would explain yourself and where you had been?" A deep laugh erupted. "I would very much enjoy seeing that. Or maybe I will give you to someone else, who will use you. And after that, you are passed along, like a piece of property, just a chunk of fuck-meat, waiting for more cum to fill you up." Between the cool air in the bathroom, His words, and the tart smell of His urine on her skin, she couldn't help but whimper and shiver. In the other room, a phone rang, and she knew it was her husband calling on her cell phone, asking where she was. "Do not move or make a sound," he ordered. Turning, he went to answer the phone. "Hello? No there is nobody named 'patti' here. Yes, I am sure." Pause. "Look, I can understand you are looking for someone, but there is no 'patti' here." Another pause. "Now listen up, asshole, there is nobody named 'patti' here. No need to yell or be insulting. Wrong number. Try dialing the number again. Got that?" Shutting the phone off, He removed the battery from the back of the phone. "No way to trace the phone location now," He muttered. Returning to the bathroom, He looked down at the shivering individual. "I bet you can guess who that was. Remember, as stated, there is nobody named 'patti' here. Right?" "You are right, Master," she whimpered. "Correct answer. Stay where you are." He stepped from the room and shut the door. As she crouched in the shower, she heard him move around for a few minutes, then open the front door. It shut, and the silence was eternal. And then, the door opened and He returned. Again, she heard him moving around in the bedroom area. Eventually, He returned. "Hungry?" She nodded. "Fine. You may return to the bedroom. Crawl." Slowly, she made her way across the cold tile and out to the bedroom. There was a small table in the corner. On it, was a cooler. Laid out on the table were sandwiches and what she guessed to be a bottle of beer. "Your food is there," he pointed. On the floor, under the table, were two bowls. One held water, the other was a substance that she quickly discovered was a mix of dried kibble and moist dog food. She looked up, pleading silently. "I thought you said you were hungry. Is this too good for you? Master can be kind if He chooses to be. Eat your food like a good pet and you will be rewarded." Just about anything could be endured, if a reward was possible, she thought to herself. Pulling her hair to one side, she knelt down before the bowls and lowered her face to the dog food. The taste was bland, not at all revolting as first feared. With a few bits of food smearing across her nose, she managed to clean the bowl of its contents, while He ate the sandwiches. "Very good!" He smiled. Master is pleased to see pet learning. As a reward, you will be allowed to ask one question. You may not get the answer you want, but then again, Master will at least answer." It took a few moments before she decided how to phrase her question. "Master, why did You treat slave so nice earlier, when she was still 'patti'?" "Do you mean when we first got here?" A nod of yes. "Simple. The person who was patti needed to be treated like a woman, one last time. A person who was of value. She had done so many good things for the people she loved, but once they had gone, there was nobody she needed to be 'patti' for. The man who was her husband didn't deserve her. So I decided that it was time to remove her. There was no longer a need for 'patti' to exist. Now Master will take what was once 'patti', and reshape her into something else. His slave. Does that answer your question?" Shoulders slumped, head bowed, she nodded. "Good. Now Master is tired, and needs to rest. Come." He pointed to a spot on the floor in front of His feet. Kneeling, she waited. "You will wear this, unless I say otherwise. For how long it is needed, is up to you." He reached into a duffle bag that she hadn't noticed earlier. Removing a choker collar, He turned to face her. "ALL domesticated animals are to wear a collar. There will be no exception concerning you. Also, since Master likes it quiet when he sleeps..." A ball-gag followed. There were dozens of pictures of gagged women on her lap-top, so she knew what to do. Opening her mouth, she waited as he secured the rubber ball in her mouth, pushing it gently in and then tightening the strap around the back of her head. "This WILL NOT be removed by anyone other than me. Understood?" A nod of agreement followed. "Now, in the cage." That was when she saw the portable dog kennel. Normally, it would have held a dog about the size of an average German Shepherd. Crawling, she managed to squeeze herself inside and waited for the door to be secured. There was no way to move freely or turn around. At least there was a thin sheet on the bottom of the cage, so her knees wouldn't scrape on the plastic liner tray. Shivering in the dark, she tried to doze off, wondering why He had decided to go to sleep so early, since it was not even six in the evening, and what else He had in mind for her. The darkness had deepened, when she drifted back towards some level of consciousness. In the cage, she was forced to half-kneel, and crouch, with her backside pressed against the heavy wire bars behind her. Slightly disoriented, she shut her eyes as the lights came on, blinding her. "Nap time is over," He stated as he opened the cage. Upon his instruction, she backed out of the cage, trying not to scream around her gag as legs started to cramp as she moved them. He studied her as she cowered at His feet. "Thirsty?" Looking up, she nodded 'yes'. Again, the air whistled as his hand came across her face, causing it to snap to one side. "A slave is NEVER to look her Master in the eye, unless directed. For that, the gag stays in longer." A whimper and a demure nod was her answer. "I know animals usually need to relieve themselves when they awaken. No doubt the same is true of you. Crawl to the shower." As she entered the bathroom, she could see that sometime earlier, He had taken a screwdriver and removed the drain cover in the shower. There was a four inch open hole in the bottom of the stall. Squatting, she released her urine, but could feel her stomach clench at the idea of what else she would need to do. "I suppose the idea of taking a shit in front of Me is not something you are comfortable with. I will help you get things started." Grabbing her, he pulled her out of the shower and spun her around, so her face was back inside, pressed to the cold tile, damp with her piss. Not quite understanding what was next, she felt the cheeks of her ass being held open, and a glob of petroleum jelly was applied to her sphincter. His finger worked the jelly around her anus, and then inward. Suddenly, she felt his cock pressing into her sphincter. In spite of her many years of wanting to have one there, this would be the first time one was inside her. "If you resist, it will hurt more." Resigning herself, she relaxed enough to allow Him passage without fighting. She expected that He would ram inside her repeatedly, but that was not the case. He just entered her and stayed deep. All at once, a new sensation filled her and her eyes widened. Warmth was filling her up. It could only mean that He was filling her with his urine. "Master is filling up slave's asshole with his piss and this will make the shit come out. If slave resists shitting in front of Master in the future, Master will fill her ass with other liquids, and He will use a LOT more of them." Then He was finished. "Now Master will remove his cock from the slaves ass. If a SINGLE drop leaves, Master will remove the gag and it will be cleaned up by the slaves tongue. Slowly, she felt His cock ease out from inside. And just as He was about to fully exit, He paused. "Ready?" And then He was out. Fighting every instinct to release her bowels, she knelt still, awaiting His orders. "Now turn around and shit." Backing into the shower stall, she squatted slightly, and relaxed. The loose mixture that erupted from inside splashed and splattered in the shower. A pungent odor came to her nose, and she somehow managed not to vomit into the gag, as it blended in with the stink of her hair and skin from His earlier scent- marking of her body. After the initial flow, she managed to relax. The relief was tangible. "I think there is still more," He stated, and yes, He was correct. After a few moments, she could feel her stomach clench and again, loose shit exited her ass. Crouching on the floor of the shower, shit splattered all around her shivering body, she wondered what humiliation would be given to her next. Cold water from the shower-head was her answer. It rained down on her, and she allowed it to wash across her body, thinking only that it would wash the stink and mess away. Then, gradually, the water warmed to a comfortable level. "Stand," He ordered. Again, legs cramped as she stood, bracing herself against the tile walls. He reached around and removed the gag, then handed her a bottle of liquid soap and a washcloth. "Clean yourself up. Master will be inspecting His property afterwards." Luxuriating in the water, she turned her face to the shower head and opened her mouth. Gulping water greedily, she let the rest of it flow across her body. Soon soap covered every inch possible, washing away the scent of sweat, shit and piss. He stood there, watching silently. And she knew there was some type of test he was giving her. Turning, she saw that there were still dark stains on His cock. Dropping to her knees, she gestured for Him to come closer. As He stood in front of her, she started to reach up for him, but paused. "Good slut," was His answer. "Master does need his cock cleaned, but you will not touch Him unless instructed." He took a step closer. "Now the slave will clean Master." She gently took His cock and stroked it, causing it to swell. Once erect, she caressed it with the washcloth to get it lathered up, working it across the length, from the tip to His balls. As she did so, she could see Him getting clean. In spite of the situation, she felt pleased that she was doing this for Him. "Master," she said softly. "Earlier You stated that slave needed to improve on cock sucking skills. Will You allow slave to practice now?" His answer surprised her. "No. Master will allow that later. Now finish up." He turned and left her under the running water. When she re-entered the room on her hands and knees, noting that He was now dressed, He placed the ball-gag in again, and ordered her back into the cage. "Master needs to take care of a few things." He held up her cell phone, along with another. "You see these? One of them was yours. Not longer. The other is the one you used to call Me on. The number is not traceable, because it was a 'pay-as-you-go' phone. All transactions done by cash. So when phone records are reviewed, there is no connection. The only calls ever received on it were from this other phone. Law enforcement will never trace it. As for your old internet provider trying to trace I.P address', well, I have used enough re-routes through servers located in countries that the United States has no legal partnership with, so that is also untraceable. Now do not go anywhere. I will be back soon." As the door closed, she tried to curl up in the cage, and wondered what He would do to her when He returned. Outside, the sound of the SUV engine roaring to life, and gravel crunching as it pulled away, reached her ears. She thought about her husband, and how angry he would be that she was not there. He might call people they knew, searching for her. As for the police, it would be at least twenty four hours before they would even think of her as a missing person. Who knew where she would be by then, or if she would even still be alive? "No," she reminded herself. Master had said he would train her, so that meant He intended to let her live. Searching her soul, she thought about what had happened. Maybe part of it had been her fault? After all, she had teased and flirted with several men over the years, but never acting fully on their offers. Was it possible that she had finally met the one person, who would no longer put up with her coy behavior, and she needed to be educated about actions having reactions, and they were not always what were expected? Shivering in the cool air, she tried not to worry. "He WILL come back for me," she thought. Suddenly, a new thought came to her mind; "No, rephrase that. Master will return for His slave. That way she can learn and maybe serve Him more." The concept of a person holding sway on her existence actually excited her slightly. "No responsibility!" she thought. After so many years of dealing with everything, when all she wanted was to just be told "It will be okay," instead of "Go deal with it," actually sounded good! As for the husband, well, that marriage had become more and more "in name only", since the love she had for him was long faded. Habit and routine kept them together, more than anything else. Time dragged, and eventually, she heard His returning footsteps after the SUV was parked. He looked down at her in the cage, and smiled. "There is a freight yard not too far from here. Sort of a terminal hub for trains traveling across the country. At this moment, there is a box car headed towards Montana. It holds assorted produce, and your reactivated cell phone. There were a number of angry sounding voice mails on it. No doubt that by the time it reaches Bozeman, the mailbox will be full. If anyone were to try and triangulate the signals on the phone to find you, they are in for a long, cold trip." He opened the cage and ordered her onto the bed. Before she realized what was happening, He had placed an electrical tazer against her side. Gasping, she blacked out. "I can be a gracious Master, if I choose to be." The words drifted through the fog in her mind. Fighting towards consciousness, she felt new pains in her body. Her breasts burned at the nipples, and every time she moved her hips, her pussy stung enough to bring tears to her eyes. "Master decided that His pet needed to be asleep when he placed the metal rings in sluts body. I will allow you to inspect My handiwork." Ideas were already forming in her mind as to what had been done to her. As her hands traced along her body, these thoughts were confirmed. A large ring was secured through each of her breasts. Not through the nipple, but going into the flesh just outside the rim of her areola. The rings curved around to come back out and were threaded together by a small locking ball. Gently probing, she discovered that there was no way they would ever leave her body without tearing her flesh open. The second hand went between her legs. There were more rings there. Two on each side of her labia, and another one just at the clit. Flicking that particular one accidentally, her eyes widened in the sensations of pain as well as the tingle of pleasure. After all, she had often placed a clothespin there while masturbating, so the feelings were not unknown. "So tell me, what do you think?" "What slave thinks doesn't matter, Master," she whispered. "Good answer," He smiled. "And for that, you will receive a reward." From his pocket, he withdrew a small square of chocolate and placed it on her stomach. After the treatment of the day, along with the meal of dog food and water, this small act touched her. Tears leaked from her eyes. "Thank You, Master. Thank You." Gingerly she tore open the square of dark chocolate. It was her favorite brand. She fought the urge to pop the entire thing in her mouth. Taking small nibbles, she savored the taste. "Remember," He continued, "this can be easy, or hard, depending on certain behaviors. If slave is good, slave is rewarded. If not, slave is punished. Sounds simple enough, right?" Yes, it was simple enough, and slave knew she needed to be good, for her own good. Master fucked slave many times that night. He stuffed His cock into her ass, mouth, and pussy repeatedly. For a man nearing fifty, He didn't seem to need much time to recover before He was once again erect and back inside her. And slave learned that if she lay on the bed with her head hanging off, Master could easily slide the entire length of his cock into her mouth and partially down her throat as He stood over her. He would pump away at her face, until she was almost blacking out from lack of air, and then He would pull out to let her gasp. Then slave would open her mouth to receive Masters cock once more. The bouncing of flesh caused some pain where the metal rings had entered slave's body, but slave knew that would diminish as she healed. As the night progressed into the following morning, slave found her mind drifting more and more. She was beginning to resign herself to the fact that Master did indeed have control of her, and she was helpless. She dared not try to escape, because what were her options? Run naked in the Oregon winter to the road, searching for help? How would slave explain what was happening, and what had gotten her to that point? And if slave stopped to think about it, her body was physically responding to Masters use. He was making slave sore, and tender in some areas, but in others, slave craved more attention. The repeated fucking of her ass and pussy had her whimpering more and more, not from pain, but from desire. Master sensed this and would reward slave with little breaks and bits of chocolate or food, the same way as any Master trained a pet. The rings in her flesh were put to good use. Master would attach weights to them on occasion, or a length of cord and tug, causing slave to whimper and do as directed. Several times, Master had her stand perfectly still while the weights dangled and pulled her flesh tight. To offset the pain, Master would also have assorted vibrators tucked inside slaves ass or pussy, on varying settings. Between the pain and the pleasure, slave was usually delirious. If she moved because of the pleasure from the vibrators, the weights bounced, pulling and sending shock-waves through abused nerve endings. By the morning of the third day, slave didn't care. There was no doubt in her weakened mind that she would now stay with Master for as long as He wished. All slave could do was try to serve Him and keep Him pleased, so He would continue to use and enjoy slave. In the pre-dawn light that was turning the sky purple and pink (like many of the bruises across her body from many spanking), Master loaded His SUV with the belongings He had brought with Him. He also placed the lap-top that slave had brought along, with plans to use it to post pictures of slave on specific websites for the world to see, provided you know where to look. Crouched and waiting in the shower stall after relieving herself, slave listened to the activity. And when Master came inside with the leash, she crawled up to him and rolled onto her back in the submissive pose of a dog. "Well pet, Master is ready to go home, and He has decided you are worthy of coming along. Back on your knees." As slut turned back over, a leash was snapped onto the collar. Crawling out the front door, slave dared not look around to see if anyone else was watching them. Master would not be happy if slave did that. Master opened the back door to the SUV, and guided slave up and in. "Unless you want to ride all the way back to California in the cage, I want you to stay down on your side, and under this sheet. I will stop on occasion to allow food and bodily functions. Understood?" "Yes, Master, slave understands." As slave lay across the back seat, the woman that was once 'Patti' finally receded from her mind. She didn't care anymore, and resigned herself to her new fate. And that made slave smile, because, wasn't it what she had wanted for so long? For someone to take full control and dictate things as He wanted? Settling down for the long drive, slave smiled, and wondered when Master would grant her a new name. END ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author does not condone the described behavior in real life in anyway shape or form. Anyone tempted to act out any of the scenarios in this story; should seriously consider seeking professional help. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Kristen's collection - Directory 71