8 comments/ 80245 views/ 10 favorites Old Fashioned Love By: mikey2much This is a story of a man who has lost his love and now finds that the women of this day don't light his fire anymore. He wants an old-fashioned girl, so he decides to make one of his own. This is more then a fuck story so brace yourself for a bit of background. Enjoy. The old man had been sitting in the cemetery for over an hour in the misting rain. The weather seemed to match his mood as James sat and thought about the things that were stealing the happiness from his life. He found himself doing that a lot lately. Ever since Mary left, not when she died but when the cancer took 'her' away and left that poor sick woman who died several weeks later. A car driving by on the road blew its horn, somebody who recognized him and wanted to say hello. In a small town people are like that. He was aware that some of his friends were beginning to worry about him a bit. He knew all this sitting around pondering the whys and how comes of his life, made him seem slightly neurotic, crazy in a harmless way. Over the last few months James had been thinking of his life and what value it held without Mary. How much she had brought with her to their relationship. What a gaping hole she had left behind her in his heart. But now she was gone and he had accepted that as fact. What if he could replace Mary, find another person with her fiery passion, somebody who he could love as he had Mary. What kind of risk would he take if he could get Mary back? Not her, he knew that was never to be, but a young and exciting girl like the one that he had fallen in love with. Could life become good again? Was it his old and outdated way of looking at things that was making the world seem out of sync somehow? Watching the younger people he knew, he doubted that they were any happier then he was. It didn't seem to James that anybody was going to be very happy in the world the way is now. Nobody had the time for happiness these days. Women didn't have time to be mothers, men didn't have time to be fathers and the kids had no time at all, not to be kids. In this brave new world where women worked and used the money they earned to pay somebody else to raise their children. Where children only saw their mothers for a few minutes each night. Families became a new kind of group with nobody really in charge. The parents tried to make up for time lost by relaxing rules letting kids make decisions they were not old enough to make. Things like sex, drugs, and gangs became the norm for kids after school. No wonder they are becoming a 'drop out' generation. With all the damage that women's liberation has caused, it seemed that at least the women should be happy. But as James looked at the women he knew, they didn't seem happy at all. The only people helped by women's liberation were big business. The fact that women would work harder and for less money was only the beginning. They made millions selling her the 'second car' so she could get to work. They made millions selling her the clothes that she would need to dress up five days a week. They made millions selling the machines that they made to take her place, washing machines and driers, microwaves and frozen dinners. James began to think that anything you might do to reverse this way of thought would be a noble deed, a deed worthy enough to shed some innocent tears and maybe even blood for. The rich corporations could steal every mother from every family in America and it would be fine and legal. James was going to steal one woman to make him and her happy, and he would be classed as the worst type of criminal for doing it if he was caught. Right and wrong were not fixed points anymore; they wavered and moved about, different for a poor man then a rich one. James felt that he had made a slight shift in the way his mind viewed everything. With this new viewpoint, he was re-evaluating everything. All his value judgments were themselves being judged. The rights and the wrongs of life had gotten hazy and unfocused in his mind. James was amazed at how many of the things people took for granted were in fact, lies and distortions. He began to believe that women were predestined to be submissive. It was this feature in their personality that allowed them to always make the sacrifices that their families sometimes needed. A mother would gladly go without food to feed her child. It was part of what made a mother a mother. A true lover will always be willing to serve her love. A woman is at her best when she willingly gives herself to another who loves her. The more James tested his theory, the more he began to believe it could work. More then that, it needed to work to prove that he had it right. James trained animals for a living, could he train a woman? Could he help her to regain the essence of her existence, to revert back into a creature that gave pleasure and took pride in how well she did it? He would want to help her to become an old fashioned girl, submissive and obedient, yet still let her keep her pride and spirit. He did it with dogs every day. James was the kind of guy who couldn't let go. Once an ideal took shape in his head he would wrestle with it until he either worked out how it would work or he came to the conclusion that it wouldn't work. He had to be able to put everything into one of those two boxes in his mind. It worked and was good; it didn't work and was bad. This thing with training a woman was one of the most interesting ideals to happen to him in a long time. The more he thought of it the more convinced he became that he could do this. James actually thought that he could take an adult female and make her want to be a good submissive woman. He could build the perfect wife. He needed to write it all down and take the whole concept through one step at a time, see if he had missed anything. If, and that was a big if he did do something, he couldn't bring himself to use the words kidnap, he would be betting his life on the outcome. It was two weeks later that he thought maybe his friends were right to worry about him. He felt just crazy enough to do something. He thought that he had worked it out to the point that it was time to fish or cut bait. He was ready, he was sure that his plan would work at least sure enough to be willing to throw the dice and see if he won or lost. He was ready to do something. The thought made him shiver with delightful anticipation. He started to tap out words on his keyboard. To his ears they sounded like the furtive tapping of Andy Defames rock hammer and just as surely as the hammer led Andy from shawshank, his tapping tonight could free him. He loved that movie "The Shawshank Redemption". Just as a clear mind and a good plan had helped Andy to raise above all his unhappiness, it would do the same for him. It sounded almost like a prayer, 'help me rise above, Lord.' James smiled as he typed and he typed for the next three hours. Later he was in the kitchen drawing detailed plans for different devices that he would have to build, adapt, and invent in his shop. He figured that he had four weeks of steady work before he could be ready to make his first move. Over the next few weeks James worked on his dream. He was lucky that his father had built a fallout shelter and taken great pains to hide it. He had hidden a large room under a storm shelter. It was impossible to tell it was there. He had even built a small elevator to get in and out with. There was no door only the elevator. His task was to convert that shelter into a cell, a place to train a woman as though she were an animal. It took a combination of both inventiveness and craftsmanship, neither of which could be rushed. When he was tired from making his arrangements he would take rides looking for the best spots to make the pick-ups. Again he couldn't bring the word kidnap from his mind preferring to use pick up. He had cruised by the spots where the hookers were found, but he had decided that they wouldn't do for him. He drove by the colleges, there were three in his city alone, and lots of pretty girls there and some of them had the look in their eye that he thought that he might need to have. But in the end they were too full of the promises of life and James didn't want to blemish those bright hopes. In the end James had decided that he wanted an older woman twenty-seven or eight up to thirty-one or so. So he began to look in super markets and shopping malls. The days passed and as they did he accumulated all the equipment he thought he might need. He still had trouble sometimes believing that he was doing it, really doing it. Sometimes as he worked on a piece of equipment, as he would admire his work he would also consider how it was going to feel to all those women he would use it on. he would get to thinking about what he was really doing and have to stop and sit down. If God forbid, he was wrong, if for whatever reason the woman didn't come around. His entire plan depended on his being able to make them come to terms with and accept their new role. A man had to consider the complete damnation of the thing if he was wrong. In reality he was betting everything that he could correct the social imprints of a lifetime in just four weeks. If he didn't succeed; well in that sad case then he would be just one more of a large number of sex criminals with an innocent young person held against her will. An outlaw and a pervert, with the innocent victim downstairs to prove it. This had to be done correctly he didn't want him or the girl to get hurt and he didn't want to be sitting in a cell somewhere thinking about what he had done wrong. This had to be well thought and well executed or he would be caught and jailed for life. What if somehow they shot and killed him, what would become of the girl in training? On this day the thought was too heavy to bear, he decided to call it quits for the day. James locked the shop behind him and walked the hundred yards behind his house to the mound of earth. It stood only four feet higher than the ground around it but it was where the key to his happiness would be buried. He walked to the backside where the door was located; from here you could not be seen from the road or from any of the neighbors houses, opening the door he stepped inside. James found himself standing in a room 18 ft by 30 ft. It was empty, there were shelves but they only empathized the room's emptiness by being empty themselves. He was still unsure what he should put on the shelves, but he wanted this room to look used. Checking with a quick glance behind him that the door was shut, James walked to the far corner where there was a sump pump set into the floor. Reaching down he found the concealed latch in the drainpipe and pulled the lever. A motor whirred to life somewhere and the entire thing, sump pit, grate, and 4 square foot of the floor rose up, revealing it to be a small elevator. The sump pump was connected to rubber lines that coiled and uncoiled as it went up or down. James stepped inside and put his key in the control and the car started to go back down. When it stopped James stepped into another world. He was standing in a room larger then the one above; it was the size of a small apartment. It contained everything that a well set up apartment might have in it. There was a sleeping area with a nice queen size bed. There was a kitchen and dinning area, a living area with a wide screen TV and a computer, and a bathroom with a shower and a tub. The most striking thing though was the cage in the corner next to the bed. It was like an oversized dog crate but the bars were much thicker and one side butted against the wall. James inspected the floor closely, he had really put in some time on that but he thought that it was the most important step in the training. He flipped a switch on the panel above the cage and watched as little sliver studs came sliding up through the rubber floor. It was one sliver stud every inch in every direction. The entire floor was covered with the studs, anything bigger then a postage stamp would have to touch at least one of the studs. One was all it took. The whole floor was really just a bigger version of a dog collar with the same charge running through the studs as the poor old dog got when he crosses the fence line. It wasn't enough electricity to hurt you but it was enough to make you think it was hurting you. James smiled as he flipped the switch back to off and the studs sunk beneath the rubber surface. He examined the dildo that hung from the wall in the cage, bending closer he checked on the rocker switches located at its base. He checked the two pressure switches built into the wall two foot to each side of the rubber cock. Again, he found everything to be ready. He was like a man who had built the world's best fish tank. Now he needed to get a fish to put inside it. If he had the nerve to go through with it, he thought to himself as he rode the elevator back up to the storm shelter room. James walked into his otherwise empty house. It seemed his whole life was empty these days; the thought was one more in a long line of depressing thoughts that he was going through. He wife of some thirty years had passed, his children had found other lives in other places. His son was in the army and was now in Asia somewhere, he moved around a lot. His daughter was married and lived with an airline pilot in London. James only got a chance to see them maybe once every couple of years. Truth be told he had been lonely even before Mary had passed on. For the last few months of her life she had turned more and more to the church for everything that she needed. It had made him jealous at the time; he had drawn her away from her strict religionist upbringing and let her taste the joy of sin. But before she died she had left him and went back to the church like it was an old lover. The woman did know that she was dying, so why wouldn't she want to get right with God? If it had remained between God and Mary, James could have accepted it with good grace but he couldn't accept the church and all those self-righteous assholes sticking their noses into what should have been, their time. He put up with it until the end but after Mary had left him and went back to her God, James had quit the church and asked the holy-rollers and bible thumpers to stay away from him and his home. Since everybody belonged to one of the four churches that dotted the highway passing through town, he was pretty much a hermit. Just an old fart that was content to live out his life by him self. This solution to the social problem of the church worked out well for everybody. Until lately, but here in the last few months he had found himself changing. James had gotten to the point that he wanted the comfort that only a woman could give to him. That's how the whole thing got started, he wanted a woman but he didn't want the sort of woman that was out there today. James wanted an old fashioned woman. This is where the daydream used to stop, because they didn't make women like that anymore. That was not the case anymore because now he really thought he could make them again. James poured himself a cup of coffee and carried it to the bathroom with him. Once inside he stripped off his clothes and adjusted the shower water temperature, sipping on his coffee while he waited for the cold water in the pipes to warm up. As he waited he looked at himself in the mirror. He saw an average man of medium build, with gray hair and a bald spot that was growing. All his life people had made remarks about how sparkly blue his eyes were, but the man he was looking at in the mirror had blue eyes that seemed to hold sadness rather then a sparkle to them. James missed his wife, not the old and sick woman who had just died but the young, hot, eager, and willing girl he had fell in love with. If people had seen a sparkle in his eyes, it was Mary who put it there. She had been his sparkle, toward the end; she lost that sparkle inspiring spirit. The cancer took her sparkle as well as his before it took what was left of her. He had lost that bright and twinkling happiness, it was gone forever. She was gone. Forever, leaving only sadness and emptiness in his soul. James mentally jerked his mind from the downward spiral he had been on. She was gone but he and her had enjoyed so much together. "Better to have loved and lost, then never to have loved at all." He took another drink of his coffee before it got too cold to drink, as he sat the cup back on the sink he scanned down his body in the mirror. His body was in good shape for his age; all that working out with the dogs had kept him fit. The only unusual thing about him was his shaved pubic area, he had shaved his privates for the last twenty years. He had wanted her to do something that would put her in a submissive posture as she did a chore for him. The only thing he could come up with was shaving his privates. The guy in the mirror smiled as he remembered that first time. Mary had knelt before him and lathered hic pubic area and then so carefully shaved him with a bic razor. Her fingers covered in shaving cream, she had lifted each of his balls as she shaved around them and behind them. It had been very sexy and it was something that they both enjoyed. James had to do it himself now since she had went to the hospital, Somehow he felt that it would be similar to letting her grave go unattended, to allow a wild growth of hair growing between his legs. He checked the water and then stepped inside the shower. He lathered himself up with the last of his wife's designer soap. She had found a good deal on the stuff and had bought a case, it had lasted him fourteen months longer then she had lasted. He wanted so bad to be able to talk to Mary about what he was planning. He considered his plan again, and wondered if she would've approved. After all he was using money from her life insurance to do all this stuff. Somehow he felt that she would've been very supportive about the scheme. Mary had found a good and happy life when she had found her submissive nature. Best of all it would be fair for everybody, even the girl. James decided that he should at least go out scouting for a woman. If he found one he could take, then he would take her, if not then some other day he would find the right girl in the right place. He was going fishing for pussy, he smiled at the thought. He rinsed the soap from his body and dried himself with a large fluffy towel. Tonight was the night. He dressed and started out to his truck. James shook his head as he thought of all the money and time he had wasted on the secret room and all the equipment inside. At least it would be wasted if he didn't carry through on the plan. As he walked through his kennels the barking of his dogs drowned out his thoughts. James trained dogs for service work and sold them to various state and government agencies. He took the time as he walked through the kennels to stroke each dog's head and pat his back; every dog got a kind word and a friendly pat on the back. By the time he reached his truck his body had already re-acquired the smell of a dog again. James drove by all the spots that he had scouted in the past. He knew where it would be safe to take a woman. He knew where the cameras would see and he knew where the blind spots were. He drove through three super markets and a strip mall without seeing anything promising. He had time, he could wait until he found the snatch with no risk to himself, he just had to keep looking until he found it. It was nearly nine now, the mall would be closing and everybody would be coming out. When he got there he was surprised to see that the lot was fairly full. That's when it hit him that today was Friday and the stores stayed opened late on Fridays. But since he was here, he thought that he would take a look-see. He had been on his first lap when he found a Volvo parked in one of the blind spots that were safe from the cameras. A closer examination on his second lap on the lot revealed a school-parking permit from the university of Tennessee. This could be the one; he found a parking spot that was concealed from the cameras yet close to the Volvo. He settled in to wait and see what they looked like. Old Fashioned Love She was back before the cock again. She opened her mouth and once again sunk her head down on the fake cock; she ran her tongue alone the bottom of the cock and put a little suction on it. Her lips reached and pressed the rocker switches and she pushed the buttons with her hands, the cock began to squirt the water and there was no growth of the cock. If she used her tongue and gave a passable blowjob to the plastic cock it would give her a drink without getting bigger, if she just pushed the buttons she got her water but she also got a little bigger cock to suck the next time. Ruth Ann was getting an education. She decided to go for the soup, she once more took the cock inside her mouth and ran her lips to the bottom pressing the switches, she let off and then re-pressed the switches. In effect she was bobbing her head as she rocked in to press the switches and then let off with her lips only to have to press them again. She hit the buttons on the wall with her outstretched hands and continued to bob her head, licking and sucking as she did. Water ran for an instant and then slowed to a trickle it dripped down her throat forcing her to swallow, it was hard to do with the cock so deep in her mouth but she managed to do it as she waited for the soup. Her tongue never stopped moving as she applied herself to giving a good blowjob to the dildo. She couldn't see the clock but she felt that she had kept sucking for a good minute before the soup began to seep into her mouth. It was so fucking good; she drank greedily until the flow stopped. She had no ideal how much she had drank, anywhere between a few spoonfuls and a half a cup. She was still hungry so she repeated the procedure again. She was still hungry but she needed to stop because her jaw was aching from holding the cock so deep for so long. Ruth Ann went over what she thought was the facts about her situation. She was forced to admit to herself that this was a pretty smart and well-prepared guy to get this far and never reveal himself to her. But when you add in the cock that is so full of sensors that it can tell if you are rubbing you tongue on it or not. A cock that measures out her food and liquid only after she 'pleases' it with a good blowjob. Well, that's some kind of "Silence of the Lambs" shit, which was some serious shit indeed. This motherfucker had got her sucking a machine's cock for food and water, and he has the machine rewarding her when she does a good job, and punishing her when she did a poor job. Worst of all, there was nothing she could do about it except starve to death. It was pretty fucking bleak when suicide was your only option. She was sure that nobody would go to all this trouble to get her here and then just ignore her. Ruth Ann reasoned that the bastard had to be watching, so there had to be a camera somewhere, maybe several. Her eyes scanned the room but found nothing she was sure about. Figuring what did she have to lose, she held up her hand and flipped the bird to whoever was watching. It made her feel better until she felt the studs shooting the current into her body again. She grabbed the sidebars and hoisted her weight off the floor. Since she was already getting shocked, she screamed out every foul name she could think of at her captor. She screamed until her throat was raw and her voice could hardly be heard. She screamed because of her fear and her pain, because of the fact the studs were still up and her arms were almost dead. She knew that it had been a foolish thing to do when she had flipped him the bird. Now she was about to pay for the thrill of it with so much pain. She screamed as she slipped down the bar and her shoulder made contact. The searing pain jolted her loose from the hold she had with her feet and now she was back to flopping around the cage trying in vain to get away. She passed out lying on her side, the current making her body twitch as it pulsed through her. James smiled as he watched her body become still as he turned off the current letting the studs recede again. This one had spirit; he really liked her and could hardly wait to get to know her in person. He got up and went to bed; he would wait, he thought, because he wanted to be right, for both of them. Ruth Ann squatted before the rubber cock sucking and swallowing soup. It seemed that she could not get enough to satisfy her hunger; maybe it was because everything was liquid. She longed to have something that she could chew and feel her teeth sink into. She wanted some solid food. When the flow of soup trickled to a stop, she raised her head and sat down, leaning against the solid wall. She looked out at the apartment that nobody lived in. By her count she had been here for five days now, she should've been reported missing by now and people should be searching for her. What if this sick fuck had gotten himself killed or arrested and that was why he had never come home. Surely the cops would be able to backtrack him and find this place. Couldn't they? When she had first found herself in the cage she had dreaded the return of the guy who lived here, now she found herself hoping that he would return. The naked girl tried to stretch her legs out but couldn't quite find the room, she wanted so bad to be able to stretch out her arms and legs and lay spread-eagled on the floor. She felt confined and constrained in both mind and body. Boredom had begun to bear down on her with the sameness on each day piling onto the sameness of the last day. Ruth Ann had used up all her mental games to entertain herself and now had only fearful expectations of her captors return, weighed against fearful expectations that he wouldn't return. How in the fuck could something like this happen to her? She had gone to college, she held a MBA, and she was an important person at her office, doing an important job. How could she be stuck in a cage and made to suck fake cock for food. Would all her preparations for success go for nothing? Had she worked herself through college, finished her education to become a cocksucker? Hell, she thought bitterly it not even a real cock. Ruth Ann roused herself from these thoughts and went to her slit trench shitter. Opening the door, she began to splash water over the rubber floor of her cage. If she had to be here, she was going to stay as clean as she could. She could smell the slight odor of piss in the cage and she wanted to get rid of it. As she scrubbed the rubber with her hands she looked wishfully at the big queen size bed. God how she wished she could lay there and throw her limbs out in all directions. How comfortable that would feel to her tired and cramped body. The girl drank and ate for something to do; she watched the empty room everyday until she passed out from the sameness every night. Sucking the cock seemed as natural as pissing in the slit trench to her now. By her figuring she thought she had been here for nearly two weeks. Her hope of discovery had long since faded. Ruth Ann lived her life out in routines set by a dead man, and even though he was no longer alive he was still going to kill her by starvation eventually. The girl lived in fear now of the day when her bobbing head would fail to release the soup she needed to survive. Or maybe the water would be the first to go, either way she would face a slow death with only herself as a witness to her sufferings. She woke up to the sound of somebody moving in the room. She didn't remember going to sleep; she was doing a lot of sleeping these days. She turned her head to the sounds of somebody moving pans in the kitchen. She watched a man of average height and build scramble eggs in a skillet on the stove. The room filled with the heavenly smell of the eggs but there was another smell mixed in with that, she struggled to place what that wonderful scent was, until she realized it was bacon. My God she was hungry. She tried to compose herself a bit. She was naked, there was nothing she could do about that, she put it from her mind and thought that the fact that she was hungry took priority over her nudity. "Hello" she tried to sound natural as she spoke, even though she thought that her voice sounded strange to her own ears. It had been a long time since she had used it for fear of the shocks from the floor. "When did you get home?" The man turned to her and answered kindly, "I've been here all the time girl." "Why are you doing this to me? I've never done anything to you, why are you taking my life from me?" Ruth Ann asked the question in a soft and reasonable voice, all the time she was suppressing her heart's desire to scream at this prick to let her go. The man made no reply as he scrapped the eggs onto a plate and sat down to eat with no regard for her at all. She watched a full fork of food as it traveled to the man's mouth. She could almost taste it as she watched the man's teeth bite into the food. She envied him as he chewed and swallowed the food, chasing it with a big drink of coffee. A smell she hadn't noticed until now. The man turned to her. "You like the soup?" Ruth Ann was surprised by the question and for a minute didn't answer, finally she asked, "Why, are you offering me some sort of choice in the matter?" "Yes, I am." He said it with a certain kindness, like he might understand how hard it was to eat the same thing until it lost all semblance of taste becoming a texture rather then a flavor to you. How a person began to yearn for a change, any thing a little different then the normal became a thrill. "I would like some of them eggs if you're offering to share." Ruth Ann was hopeful that he would see how submissive she was acting and reward her by giving her a taste of those wonderful eggs. "No that's not in the cards now, but I can give you chicken, beef, or tomato on the soup." The man watched her as she mulled this offer over in her mind. She wanted the eggs but it seemed that he wasn't going to share. Should she settle so easily for a different flavor soup, then again she surely was tired of chicken soup. "Why won't you cook some more eggs for me? It wouldn't take long, and I would be grateful" Ruth Ann was ashamed of herself as she heard the words leave her mouth. Grateful? She would be grateful to this asshole that had wrecked her life for his own selfish ends? She regained control enough to keep silent while she waited for his answer. In answer to her question the man reached over the cage and flipped a switch. Seconds later the shocks started to hit her. She grabbed the sidebars and braced her feet against the other end and lifted her body clear of the floor. The shocks stopped. She could see the studs as they waited for her strength to drain from her arms and legs. She turned to the man. He had sat back down in his chair and was finishing his breakfast. He watched silently as she battled with all her strength to stay away from the floor. Her eyes watched the indifference in his eyes as she slowly weakened. In the end she felt herself slipping down with her hands. She refused to beg the man for help, even if he would, which she doubted. Unable to grip hard enough to stop her slide, she braced herself for the shock. It still hit her hard. She tried to hoist herself up off the floor but her muscles were gone. She lay there in her pain on the floor jerking and convulsing to the current. She tried not to give the asshole the pleasure of hearing her scream but she couldn't help herself. She screamed and cried as she twitched and hurt until darkness claimed her once more. When she came to, she was alone again. She was a little unsure that it had happened, could it have been a dream? There was no sign the man had ever been here, everything was back where it belonged. She crawled over to the cock and got a drink of water. She stayed for soup and after bobbing her head on the cock she was rewarded with a new taste. Tomato soup was pouring into her swallowing mouth. And it was so fucking good. She sucked soup until the flow stopped three times. Licking her lips as she drew her face back from the cock. So, the man had been here and the man even though he had punished her for trying to get his eggs had given her something anyway. It was a small thing but she felt she owed him something for his concern. She went back to the cock and started to bob her head against the switches at its base once more. That fucking soup was good. James was returning from the mailbox with a letter in his hand, he had been waiting for this letter for sometime now and was anxious to read what it had to say to him. He poured a cup of coffee and sat down at the table, slitting the envelope with a steak knife as he did. The latter was from one of those labs that will check your blood for Aids and get back to you privately with the results. James had sent one of the vials of rat's blood to see if she was clean of disease. It seemed that the young woman had been taking care of herself and checked clean and clear of all the areas checked by the lab. She had no HIV and no signs of any of the other twelve sicknesses checked for. James breathed a sigh of relief. He had been worried about what to do if the report came back dirty. Try to set her free in a way that she could not get back to him. He was not sure that was even possible and was relieved when he didn't have to consider that option any longer. He thought that rat was making progress. She took her food and water from the cock without any prompting from him and was now trying to keep her cage clean. She seemed to be a fast learner and was adapting to her new conditions pretty well. She was in for a few rewards and he was looking forward to giving them to her. It hurt him to admit that she still had two hard weeks to do before he could really make her life any better over all. Like letting her free from the cage, giving her the run of the apartment was the first step in turning her loose. He filed the letter in the folder named RAT and closed the file cabinet. He flipped the remote to 069 and watched as rat squatted before the cock, head bobbing up and down as she worked the switches. She really liked tomato it seemed; he would have to get the two of them some good Italian food one day for supper. She looked so sexy as she worked for her supper, for all the world as if she was working a glory hole somewhere. James thought that she was ready for the next step. He would start her off tonight and see how she did. James sipped his coffee and stroked his dick through his pants as he watched. Abruptly James stopped stroking his dick and stood up; finishing his coffee in a single long slug he replaced the cup in the dishwasher. Anyone watching the man would have thought that something terrible had just happened to him. But in truth he had only recognized his own weakness in wanting to speed the training up. He had to make himself wait. She needed the time between steps to adjust to her new situation. She had to adjust to being a captive, then to a prisoner, then to a pet, after that the sky was the limit. She could become a wife, or not, marriage didn't matter because she would be in love with and dependent on him. He would have won her heart and mind. She would be his by her own consent. Best of all, she would be happy. James walked down to the kennels; working with the dogs was something that relaxed him seemingly at the same time as it excited him. Sort of like taking a hit of speed and chasing it with a fat joint. You got the energy and zest for doing shit but at the same time you enjoyed this incredibly mellowed out feeling, like the afterglow of sex. James lived for his dogs, the love for them more then matching the love they felt toward their leader. He wondered if rat would have a fear of the dogs, he hoped not, another something to worry over he thought. James worked for a fast thirty minutes and then slowed it down to walking excises for the last thirty minutes. When the hour was over he went in for a shower. Through it all, his mind stayed glued to rat. Wondering what she was doing, what she was thinking, was she changing the way he had hoped she would. This woman he had barely met and only spoken a few words to had captured his imagination. He couldn't shake her from his thinking. It was almost like he was asking his Mary when he wondered aloud. "Could I be in love?" He knew in his heart that he might be making a bad decision but he determined to do it anyway. James was going to talk to his girl. Ruth Ann was awake this time when the elevator started to hum, it was around the corner so she couldn't see it but she heard well enough to know what it was. Her eyes were sighted on the point where the man would come into view as if she were a sniper's scope. Her nakedness had ceased to be a concern, since she had gotten quite used to it now. Ruth Ann's stare was hard and direct as she waited for the man to come to her. James stepped off the elevator taking the two steps to where he could see her. "Hi, how we doing today?" He asked. Ruth Ann disregarded the thousand better answers and replied. "Too soon to tell" James sat down at the table and threw her the first of several bones he had for her. "I could use a cup of coffee, how about you?" Ruth Ann watched quietly as the man set about the task of making the coffee, when the machine was spitting the dark brew out into the pot below he turned back to her. "How do you take yours?" Politely, like a waiter in a fine restaurant. Ruth Ann thought what the hell. "Two sugars and cream." James poured the two cups came to the chair closest to the cage, he handed rat her cup, watching her eyes as she noticed the cup had been made so it would fit between the bars. Ruth Ann took the cup hardly believing it was happening the cup of hot coffee was proof to the contrary. She took a drink, almost burning her tongue as she slurped the hot sweet brew. Beyond a doubt the best coffee she had ever drank. She lowered the cup enough to peer over the rim at the man who held her here. He was sitting there as pretty as you please with this happy look on his face. That's when she became painfully aware of her nudity, sure that it was her body that was fueling that fucking happy look. There was nothing she could do about it so she tried to ignore the urge to cover up. She took another sip of the delicious hot coffee, her arm brushing against her little nipple. In spite of herself she could feel her breast' nipples as they winkled up and became hard and erect. Ruth Ann hid behind her cup again embarrassed and ashamed that her body would react in such a way. As she drank the last of the coffee and reluctantly lowered her cup to face her captor she heard him say. "There are a few things that you should know. The first one being that I will be down here with you for the next month. My name is James that's my real name so don' t feel funny about using it. Another thing, get used to me seeing you naked. I'll see you when you shit and piss as well as when you play with yourself. You are mine, and I like to see you naked. You are very beautiful, I like to see you." The man paused for a beat and then continued. "Starting tonight the feeding cock will grow a half inch with each use, a full inch if you don't do a good job. However you will have a chance to get food from other sources. Your life has been very dull up to this point, that's about to change forever. You were chosen because you are beautiful and because I wanted you. I wanted you enough to risk death itself to have you. Do not think that I would hesitate to hurt you if you try to stand in my way. I want you to be happy. Its up to you how painful of a journey you face before you get there with me. But understand this, you are going to do what I say and with all the energy the task calls for. Like everything else in life, 'you get out of it, what you put into it.' Work with me and I promise to bring you the best sex and hardest orgasms you have ever dreamed of. Fight me and I will make you cum from the pain I can give you. You are mine for one complete year and I mean to enjoy you. If at the end of that year you don't want to stay with me any longer. You will be free to go, and you will take thirty thousand dollars with you when you leave." The man was reaching his hand toward the cage. Ruth Ann jumped back but he was only after the empty cup. "Would you like another?" He asked. Old Fashioned Love This was a lot of shit happening at one time but Ruth Ann did want another cup and told him so. "Yes." Armed with a fresh cup of coffee Ruth Ann faced her captor. "You don't seem to be that much of an oddball that you would need to do something like this to get a woman." She sipped, "I mean you have spent a lot of time and money to set this all up and make it work not to mention the risk you take to kidnap somebody. That's a federal crime, and that means the fucking FBI. So, why do you do it instead of just meeting a girl the old fashioned way?" She asked. James laughed, "Well in a very real way that is just what we are doing now. I'm meeting you in an old fashioned way. I found you and decided that you were the one for me so I brought you home. I don't have your father here to give you to me so I am going to have to let you make your own decision on that, but I feel we are courting right now." Ruth Ann was angry. "Well it ain't no fucking courtship to strip a person naked and lock them in a cage for a fucking month, making them suck everything they eat or drink through a fake cock. That ain't no fucking courtship that I ever heard of. That, you fucking idiot, is rape and abduction. It ain't courtship!" James watched as rat braced herself for the shock she was sure was coming. He was going to answer her with words until she flung the coffee through the bars and got him soaked. He reached into his pocket and produced a remote control, which he placed on the table. Ruth Ann was looking right in his eyes as he reached over and very deliberately pushed a button. She knew what was coming and was pulling her body free from the floor almost before the studs could rise up. She glared at her tormentor, hating him for putting her here. She felt ridiculous hanging like a fucking monkey safe for the moment but knowing she was going to fall and pay a heavy price for her outburst. She hung like a heavy sack limp and low in the middle, her ass just clearing the studs in the floor. Her eyes never left his as he reached for another button. She flinched when he pressed it but after a moment the stereo came on and she realized what he had pushed. Now she was fighting her battle of delay to the sound of Billy Idol's "White Wedding." Once again her muscles were stinging, her legs starting to burn with their exertions. She knew she couldn't last much longer. Goddamn him she thought as she felt her ass sink lower, a little closer to those damn studs. The first shocks hit her when she touched her ass to four of the studs. She jerked her midsection higher but only by letting her shoulders fall lower to the point they were only a hands thickness away from the horrible floor. She knew that she was being watched and hated the thought of some asshole getting off on her fear and pain. She couldn't think of it now, she had to give all her attention now to staying her ass off the floor. Ruth Ann' s eyes were glued to the clock and her heart nearly stopped when after a full minute had passed the studs were still up. She was in a cold sweat when the second minute had passed, her arms and legs hurting so bad from the strain of her position. She had suffered several shocks that had hurt her making her almost lose her grip on the sidebars, but she held on. Three minutes and her ass was painfully shocked forcing her to thrust upward as far as she could. She fought the cage with all her strength, with all her heart. James drank his coffee and watched as rat danced her grim yet athletic version of the horizontal bop. He was truly impressed how long it took before she finally slide down the bars and met the current. She screamed and flopped and wiggled around on the floor until she couldn't stand it anymore and passed out. She lay there stunned, her body still twitching with the jolts of current looking like bullets hitting a corpse, until it stopped. When Ruth Ann became aware again James was eating something sitting at the table, watching an old episode of Stargate. She said nothing as she gathered herself together; she was so sore all over, either from straining to hold her body off the floor or from the electricity making her muscles spasm that she could hardly move. She wanted a drink of water but she didn't want to suck that hateful thing while somebody could see her. In the end her dry mouth drove her to squat before the damn thing one more time. As she slipped her mouth over the cock she realized that the man, James, had already made the damn thing get bigger. She had more trouble reaching the switches this time but she did get the water and felt much better, until she felt the cock grow inside her mouth. She drank until the flow stopped and pulled away, the damn thing looked bigger now too. Ruth Ann determined that she should get what she could now before the thing grew anymore. She stretched her lips over the bigger cock and sink to the bottom of the shaft. The head was in the back of her throat as she worked the switches bobbing her head. The warm soup started to flow filling her belly with its soothing warmth, she sucked until it stopped and she felt it jab into her throat as it grew another half inch. She was doubtful if she could get back to the bottom of the shaft and still work the switches now. She gave it a try all but having forgotten about James watching her. James watched as the cute young women slide her face over the fairly large cock, it wasn't as big as the monsters they talk about on the porn sites but it was pretty much the same size as his own cock. As her lips reached for the switches her hands hit the two wall buttons, she held the position working the switches as she bobbed her head until the soup started. It was an unbelievably lurid sight, the red headed girl sucking that cock, squatting naked before it as she worshipped the symbol of maledom. She wanted old fashioned, well this is old fashioned, the way it was meant to be. He could tell when the flow of soup started by the way her neck muscles worked as she swallowed. James waited until he knew she was swallowing and then let her know he was watching. "No need to stop on my account, don't lose your flow over me." He sat down, moving things on the table so as to seem distracted from her actions, when in reality he was transfixed by the way she was going at it. Ruth Ann was startled by the closeness of the voice, the knowledge that the man was standing right next to her watching as she performed this degrading act. She almost stopped but not quite, he was right not to make her lose her flow and she had already did the work of getting the shit coming out. She kept bobbing her head as she considered if she should, for the sake of pride, stop. By the time the flow stopped and she felt the cock expand and grow longer, she decided that she shouldn't. Ruth Ann drew her face away from the wall, releasing inch after wet inch of cock as she did. Both of them were surprised at how long and thick the cock looked as she let it go from her mouths wet embrace. The MBA was feeling a little proud of the way she had learned to handle cock. She was even a little proud that the guy saw her do it. She turned to face her captor, surprised to see him watching her on tape as she was sucking the dildo. When rat's eyes met his, he said. " That was a very sexy show you just put on. If I'm not mistaken I thought that I saw a gleam of pride in your expression when you rose from your task." He stopped the machine and a large picture of her face in close-up was on the screen. It was an expression of pride and a sense of accomplishment maybe. James waited to give rat time to answer if she wanted. She didn't. He went on. " How would you like a nice steak dinner with all the trimmings?" Ruth Ann looked at him like he was offering manta from heaven. "I guess I could go for that." She tried not to show too much excitement, not wanting to reveal how much it did mean to her. Her image filled the screen on the wide screen TV; her eyes were drawn to it like a bug to a light. Ruth Ann looked sexy as hell; she didn't think she had ever taken a photo that captured her as well as the one onscreen now. James went on. " I have watched you suck a big cock for the last few minutes and you only received soup for your reward. I propose to offer you a steak dinner, cooked anyway you might like it, with whatever sides you might care to choose. This meal can be eaten this very night if you want it. Ruth Ann had been waiting for this and now here it was. She could see and almost smell the steak that served as a worm but now she was going to see the hook, what she would have to do to show she wanted the steak. "I have a cock that is very similar to the one you have been practicing on, it is clean and has no diseases. I want you to suck my cock the way you sucked the cock in your cage. When you swallow my soup I will let you have a steak instead of the soup you are used to for your services." James was pushing the schedule a bit by doing this. According to the plan he should have waited for another week, but he found himself really wanting to be 'with' this woman. His schedule made no allowances for his own desire becoming a problem. Ruth Ann looked at the guy as he made his pitch, thinking of her position as she considered what the guy was offering. She had fucked guys before after a nice dinner and a pleasant evening and had never felt bad about it. A steak dinner had more value now then it had then; she hadn't been on a diet of soup for over a month then. She looked up at the man and nodded her head. "I'll do it, but I want more then dinner. I want a complete date, I want to sit at your table and be a guest in your house tonight if I do this. Is that a deal?" Her eyes glared at the man, as she demanded what seemed fair to her. James was almost overwhelmed with relief as he heard the words leave her mouth. She was demanding that he do just what he had wanted to do all along but now it was her ideal. "OK, it's a deal." James stood and removed his pants and shirt, leaving his undershirt on he removed his shorts and walked toward the cage as he reached the cage he pulled something from the shelf above it and handed it to rat. "I hope you don't mind but I have to be safety conscious." While he waited for rat to examine the device he had handed to her he put on a device that slipped over his cock and rested at its base. On it were two rocker switches just like the ones on the cock in the cage. Ruth Ann looked up at the nearly naked man, standing there with his semi-erect cock hanging out. "What the fuck is this thing for?" James replied. "It goes in you cunt like a butt plug but for your pussy." "Why in the fuck should I put this thing inside my body? What does it do that makes it so necessary?" rat demanded. James answered. "It will allow me to shock you if you try to hurt me in any way. I will want you to wear it the whole time we are interacting together in anyway." Ruth Ann could see the guys point; she wouldn't want to trust her either if she were he. "OK, I put it in but you better be careful with that button you got somewhere, I don't like shocks." Ruth Ann studied the device in her hand, it was about four inches long and had a soft deflated balloon feel about it. She could feel some sort of stiffening built into the thing enough that she could get it up inside of her orvice. But she wondered about the strange shape that would be left hanging outside her lips. It looked almost like an oversized extra set of lips for her pussy. She inserted the thing and was pleasantly surprised at how wet she was, it nested right in place seeming to melt and conform to her inside shape. She had been right when she thought that it looked like a deflated balloon because that is exactly what it was. Her body heat had started to heat the gas inside the dildo and it was now expanding. Ruth Ann could feel the pressure as it grew to fill her completely, expanding into every nook and crevice. James could see the fear as the girl felt the insert fill with the gas. "That's just the gas filling to 1 lb per square inch on the inside of your body. It ensures that the tazer studs will immobilize you if you do something nasty to me." He explained to the girl. "It won't hurt you unless you try to hurt me. OK?" Ruth Ann looked at the man standing so tall next to her cage, his dick at her face level and only inches away. "It isn't so bad I guess." James handed her a wire. "Plug this into your insert, and I will put the other end into my cock ring here." James watched as the girl plugged the prong into its hole in her pussy plug. "That's great, now we ready for a little fun?" Ruth Ann didn't answer but rose up to squat closer to the bars bringing her face toward the offered cock. It was very much the same feeling as eating from her old food cock and she had no trouble reaching the switches at the base. The living flesh in her mouth felt much better to her, more natural and she didn't miss the slight taste of plastic she got form the food cock. All and all this was a nice size cock to be sucking. She rocked to the bottom of the shaft letting her lips press the switches and this time she felt something in her pussy. A feeling between a tingle and a throb, She sunk her face to the switches again and this time the throb was stronger and she felt it everywhere, from her clit to her womb. She let her face slip out to the end of the cock out where she could work on the head and steer clear of those switches for a bit but that was not to be as James told her. "The deal was that you would suck me like you did the food cock. You hit the switches every stroke when you were on it and I want the same type of sucking on my cock. Hit the switches or no steak dinner." James knew what was happening inside that hot little pussy. The insert sent a small shock into all the vaginal muscles every time the switches were pressed. This caused her to involuntarily squeeze and milk her pussy on the insert hitting every nerve ending she had at the same time. Ruth Ann did not want to do this but she was in this deep so she rammed her face down the cock and hit the switches once more. This time it really rung her bell almost provoking an orgasm on her part. She pulled back to the head and fearfully slide her face back down to the switches and the next throb. It was everything that she was afraid that it might be and it blasted her into an orgasm so hard that she squeezed juice from her cunt, wetting the floor beneath her. As she tried to withdraw her head from the cock she heard James tell her. "No, no, baby don't pull away. Just keep sucking that cock you are doing such a fine job and I am loving every minute. Don't stop." James was pressing his cock through the bars as she was trying to pull away. Ruth Ann had never felt anything like what had just happened to her and was a little unsure how much of that she could take. It was almost too damn good almost so good it hurt. Every time her lips hit the switches and his cock bumped the entry to her throat she felt this mighty throb, pulse, stroke, hell, she didn't know what she felt but it felt so fucking good. Instead of getting harder now it just seemed to be a constant buzzing pressure right on her G-spot behind her clit, deep behind her pussy lips she could feel the throb. When it pulsed or throbbed or stroked it hit her clit, her cervix, her womb, her brain and her soul. The cock in her mouth became secondary to the feeling it was allowing her to have. She was sucking James' cock now because she wanted the feelings it was giving her. She held her hands on the bars beside her head and twisted her head as she ran her face down the shaft and nestled his switches with her lips. She lingered as long as she could hold her breath before retreating lovingly back up his cock, leaving her wet and shiny slobber behind, only to suck it back up cool and wet as she slammed back down to the switches. Ruth Ann did not know what had come over her but if this was sex the way it was supposed to be done, she had been getting cheated. This was the best she had ever felt in her life, nothing she had left behind was this good. This was the man for her; if he could be this good to her just while she was sucking his cock what could he do to her with his cock inside her pussy, deep inside her where she lived. Ruth Ann was in a sort of trance now as she whipped her head up and down the cock in her mouth. Her tongue working like a potter's hand she licked and rubbed his hot cock as it slipped back in forth in her mouth. She had a regular stroke going now applying suction with her mouth, moving like a machine as she rode his cock with her face. Hands on the bars she relied only on her mouth to bring her man off. James watched in almost disbelief as his dreams came true right before his very eyes. He knew that he could not withstand the onslaught of this girls face fucking for much longer. He was just so fucking thankful to know that it could be this good. The thought of all the times that lay ahead of them pushed him over the top and he sprayed his cum deep into her belly. Ruth Ann felt him, as his cock seemed to grow even larger as she spun her lips around it on a down stroke. She didn't care; she just wanted to feel the throbs inside her body. Ruth Ann had long since stopped her orgasms and now was just riding the wave of sexy feelings that had taken over her body. Her nipples were so hard that they felt super tight against her breast. Hard and crinkly they pushed out to stand erect and proud begging for attention. Her pussy was drooling over a small lake it had created between her knees on the rubber pad. When the first shot of hot cum hit her she came again, James cock was at her throat and the cum was shooting straight down her swallowing gullet. She kept her face pressed against the bars just as James kept his pelvis pushed against the outside of her cage. The moment seemed to stretch but after a while they both started to draw back until his cock broke free of her reluctant lips. Silence ruled for a moment until they both started to speak at the same time. They both laughed. "Whew! My God man, what did you do to me? What in the hell is in that thing in my pussy and how does it make everything feel so fucking good." She had a thousand questions and the steak dinner was temporarily forgotten. James was still trying to catch his breath and just stood there leaning against her cage. When he finally could speak he didn't know what to say. He was speechless. "Well I can see that it was good for you too." Ruth Ann's eyes were smiling and nobody would've ever thought of her as a rape victim, not with that smile she was wearing. James unplugged the wire running from his cock ring to her insert and came around to the side of the cage that held the door. He put in his key and opened the cage, he stepped back offering a helping hand to rat as she started to rise and come out. "I have dreamed of you for over a year and now you have made those dreams come true for me. I think that we are going to become very good friends over the next year." James took the hand of his naked dream girl. "What do you think about the coming year?" Ruth Ann knew what he was asking and to her own surprise she heard herself answer. "I think it's still too soon to tell, but I think that it might be one of the best of my life, if this was a sample of what we can do together." James walked over to the table and pulled out a chair for his lady, Ruth Ann came and took her seat and James poured her a fresh cup of coffee, he knew how she liked it and got one for him and sat across the table from her. He reached his hands out to her and she offered hers, holding hands and looking into each other's eyes they sat there for a moment. James broke the mood when he asked her if she was hungry. She told him she was starving. They enjoyed a wonderful dinner and Ruth Ann ate until she couldn't hold another bite. When the evening was over and it was time for her to get back into her cage, Ruth Ann's position was brought home to her. She was a kept pet, a sex pet that was brought out of her box when James wanted sex. The anger that had made the studs rise up a month ago was under control now though and she considered the thought rationally. She had hated her job. She had hated her life, a lonely and sad way of waiting for old age and death. She had always dreamed of being somebody that was loved. In a funny way she knew that this man did love her in his own way. While he had kidnapped her, he had done it in such a way to not hurt her and he had been considerate of her feelings in all their dealings. Except for the time he turned the studs on when she threw the coffee on him. In a way she had that coming to her though. All and all she wasn't that unhappy at the moment. She turned to James and asked. "James is there a chance that you might want to marry a girl like me someday? I mean I know that you have brought me here against my will and you are a criminal but you do have feelings for me don't you?" Ruth Ann never in a million years would have thought that she would be kidnapped and then fall for her captor. Old Fashioned Love James looked at this girl he had come to think so much of in so many ways. A girl that he thought that he might be in love with right now and told her. "Rat I think that I was in love with you long before you ever saw me. I think that I fell for you when I saw you in the parking lot that night." James looked deep into her eyes and said. "As for marriage I think that it is a very real probability considering the way you make me feel. I know that it will be up to you in the long run but as for me I think that I could live with you for a long time." Ruth Ann asked the next question. "Well I think that your future wife should be able to sleep on the fucking bed, what do you think about that?" James smiled at his girl and holding the wire that still went to his cock ring told her. "Come here babe and meet you new man." Ruth Ann came willingly to her new man and she was everything that a man could ask for. Just before James put his cock into her waiting pussy he asked her. "Do you like dogs?"