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Vanished Ch. 01

By: Suzie Samuels



It had been a long day already. It started well before dawn, as it always did when it was necessary for me to travel great distances. This time I had chosen to travel by a rental car, my favorite mode of travel. I absolutely loved the freedom of driving, the miles rolling by one after another, town after town, singing at the top of my lungs to my favorite CD's, off key of course.

Early in the day it had been business as usual; me, the hard-driving workaholic, doing what I did best, directing my staff ensuring every detail was handled to perfection. My cell phone glued against my ear until it was too hot to hold against there, only then giving it a momentary cooling off period.

Maybe it was the mountain air, or maybe I was having a breakdown but after a particularly frustrating call I yanked the phone cord out of the cigarette lighter with a vicious tug and tossed it over my shoulder into the back seat. "Enough!"

I just wanted to be alone lost to the world that kept me so tethered; I was so frustrated as I had been for months. This was the first time I had cut my tether in years. Now, no one knew exactly where I was; they knew where I would be in three days time when I would catch my plane back home, but not for right then. I chuckled aloud to myself. "I wonder what the family would say if they knew I was lost again. Wonder how many times this year this makes? There must be a major road just over those mountains peaks. Oh well, who cares," I said with a shrug.

As I drove I alternated between brooding over yesterday's decision and in a state of awe looking at the beautiful scenery. I fumbled with the air conditioner control panel in this strange car. Gawd, I wish they would standardize rental car controls. Finding it I turned it off, rolled down the window, and let the warm, pine-scented air lift my spirits. As it worked its magic my foot eased off the gas pedal, I could feel myself relaxing, slowing down. "What is the saying about if you don't know where you are going then any road will take you there?" I mused to myself, laughing at my own joke.

I watched the beautiful, high desert country drift by; the car's speed slowed with every mile and the 'got to rush', 'got to be somewhere' sensations eased. My drive continued leisurely, I thoroughly enjoyed my time alone reflecting upon my life.

People said I was successful and I certainly I had enjoyed considerable success; but success had come at a cost and usually I didn't think of myself as terribly successful. I owned a thriving business. We belonged to all the right clubs and had the respect of the business community. I had lots of friends and family to act as my support group rounding out my world. To the world I was a happy and successful businesswoman who had mastered juggling it all. 

Only hubby and I really knew what the cost had truly been. I had it all, the big house, the perfect family, an equally successful husband and we had two beautiful, intelligent, children - one of each. My children were in the care of nannies and schools and my house was well cared for by the nanny/housekeeper. My husband was so busy too that he hardly noticed we seldom had just time to ourselves. We were out of control on the road to having it all.

I mused to the empty car, "When was the last time we traveled together or have even gone on a date, just the two of us all alone?" It had been a long, long time; I couldn't remember when the last time had been. I felt sad over the missed dance recitals, missed Cub Scout camps and especially the T-ball games I just could not get away from the office to attend. 

Yes, I had it all. But today I was not happy. The load I carried was just too much for me sometimes and this was one of those days. Well, I mean I am not happy with certain parts of my life. I loved my kids and my husband. It was work it was killing me. I put in way too many hours at the office then left feeling I something was undone.

I left work every night with a tug of war going on in mind an incessant struggle between the need to stay and work or go home and feel guilty. Of course staying won't have saved me from the guilt either.

Not even when I left work did I go straight home to my family; I stopped at my gym first. In many ways it was my sanity pill. I exercised and toned my body with the same passion I did everything else. I was lean and firm from hours of aerobics and running and my muscles were well developed from my weight training. My time at the gym rejuvenated me for the rest of my day, which would be equally as busy as my working day.

Every morning before daylight, long before I woke the kids, I ran for two miles and walked for a mile. The walk was my time to smell the roses. My frame was average in size, but with my body type, I could have become one of those pear-shaped women fairly easily. I was in great shape if I did say so myself, but it took dieting, fanatical dieting and tons of exercise to maintain that svelteness. I had overheard the guys at the office, my employees, saying that I was stacked and I couldn’t help myself but walk just a little bit more sensually past them the next time. 'Look, boys, but don't touch,' I would laughingly say to myself. My average nine-hour workday and my hour at the gym was the routine before heading home to hubby and my darlings.

While the gym recharged my batteries it cut into my time with those I love. I so look forwarded to being swarmed as I walked in the door, the last one home. They all had something to tell me, a secret to share or a homework assignment that they needed my help with. I was blessed. But it overwhelmed me all too often and then I felt inadequate to my responsibilities.

Oh, the freedom that came with simply pulling that plug. No one owns my time for now. I had come three thousand miles and sold my business in principle, the details to be worked out later when I returned home. I think I did it here so I would not have to face my world and my irrevocable decision for these three days. I would have the rest of my life to face the decision. I did it with no fanfare nor any real plans for my future, but it felt like I had dumped the weight of the world. 

Now no one knows where I am or what I am doing. 

I turned off onto a side road across the rattling cattle gate then slowed and pulled over to the side of the road in the shade of the towering pines. In a daring uncharacteristic move I shed my business attire and leaving on only the necessities, my soft pink silk camisole and black mini skirt. After putting in my favorite tape I pushed the seat way back, reclining it. I pulled aside my thong panties and lay there playing with myself in the quiet of the hot afternoon. With the toss of my phone, I had thrown all caution to the wind. I was like a neophyte in a world without purpose. 

Something brought me to this high desert road and I was glad it had. It was so beautiful, so peaceful, and so absolutely quiet. The ponderosa pines for years had spread a carpet of needles across the land and they muffled all sound. It looked so different here than at home; so rocky and craggy, so beautiful. I loved the clean pine scent that was wafting in through the open windows on the hot breeze. What I did not understand was that I had arrived at my new home. 

Maybe I dozed off, I will never know for sure, but suddenly I was conscious of the fact that I smelt smoke heavy in the air. I could see what I believed was a forest fire off in the distance, thick rolling smoke obliterating everything. I quickly started the car and drove away. I was not yet worried, there must be roads off of this one that would take me clear of the spreading inferno. I knew there were no roads behind me for miles and miles, so surely there must be one up ahead. 

How did that happen so fast? The fire that had been off in the distance only a moment ago was now behind me too?

There were hundreds of panicked animals running across the road everywhere. I swerved, missing several. Their panic infected me, my heart raced. I was facing a herd of deer and there was no missing them. I closed my eyes not wanting to see their slaughter. Crunch, blood spattered the windshield, one went up and over the roof. I could hear their bones breaking. I could not see, the windshield was smeared with blood. What a horrible thought, I had taken a life. 

I lost control of the car. I was rolling, the car turned end over end, and dust flew up meeting the intensifying cloud of smoke. The last thing I heard was my hysterical scream. A scream that echoed in my head for what seemed like forever. In that split second, I realized I would burn alive very soon, if I lived through the crash. I passed out not expecting to live. My last conscious thought was, “I want to live!”

To Be Continued...

Vanished Ch. 02



Awakening, I become aware of my surroundings slowly. The darkness started to recede. My head hurt, unbelievably so. Breathing hurt since my throat was so, so very sore. I smelled smoke. 'Why am I smelling smoke?' I asked myself.

"OH MY GAAWDDDDDDD!" I screamed. Ooh my throat hurts.” The scream died, it was too painful to scream. My eyes popped open, I thrashed around. ‘I must get out of the car; run for my life. Where is the door handle?’ I was trapped, I cannot move. "Let me out!” I prayed.

“Help! Why can't I move? Where am I? Where is the car? Where are all the animals? Where is the fire? God help me, please." I pulled and pulled but still I seemed to be trapped, but I was not trapped in the car. I was not in the car. But, I could not sort out where I was. 'Oh, my heads hurts so badly please stop the hurt'. I felt so funny.

'God I hurt.' and I could not move at all, not even my head could turn. I was tied so tight that it was hard to even pull in a full lungful of the precious clean air that my body needed. I attempted to call out and could not; something was in my mouth. I was so thirsty but could not call out. Was this my hell?

I heard someone moving. I strained to see; to speak but only hurt myself trying, my throat ached from the effort. 

He told me my fate; “The world assumes you are dead, burned in your wretched car.” I had been caught in a forest fire and crashed my car. He tells me, "You are now as my sex slave that is your life. That's all you are good for, Suzie, is to be my cumslut, my reservoir for my seed and you will take whatever abuse I chose to give you. Understand, bitch?" 

I didn’t. I thought I must be hallucinating or was I in hell? All I knew was I didn’t understand it, not at all. I tried to shake my head I couldn’t. Even the slightest movements made me feel sick to my stomach. I tried to take big gulps of air but it was hard. 

I was horrified at the words he was saying and it made no sense to me at all. I felt myself faint, everything going black again.

I had passed out again, for when I next awoke and became aware of my surroundings, the gag was gone. ‘I had the weirdest dream. Breath deep Suzie, breath deep and relax, look around, figure out where you are. You are not in the car, breath deep.’ I coached myself. I blinked my eyes several times trying to clear my vision. I looked around; it was dim, only natural light coming in behind me. I was not in a house but more of a cottage or a cabin. But why was I here and not in a hospital? Was I paralyzed from the accident? ‘No, I could feel my arms and legs. Good.’

‘Gawd, help me.’ I was tied my arms were stretched wide pulled straight out between two supporting poles. I looked down and so were my legs. I was wide open, ‘WHY! Think, Suzie, think.’ I told my foggy pain-racked brain. ‘Why am I tied up? Was I trying to run into the fire, was that it and the firefighters had tied up like this me to keep me safe? Were my clothes burnt off of me, am I burnt?’ My head hurt, I couldn't think clearly. 

Bang! I jumped. ‘What was that? Where did that noise come from?’ I wondered trying to find the source of the noise. A hot breeze swept over me, all over me. ‘Oh God in Heaven save me I am nude.' I opened my mouth to scream and realized my throat was much too sore to scream. “Water.” I needed water, before I could even scream. 

I tried to see who was moving around. ‘How can I cover up, I can't be seen like this.’ I attempted to turn my head, ‘Oh, that makes my head hurt even worse.’ I closed my eyes while the pain and the subsequent dizziness sort of dissipated.

I opened my eyes again and could only see the silhouette of someone, someone big, a giant framed in an open doorway against the brightness of the outdoors. "Help me! May I have some water, please," I rasped out barely audible.

"Ah my woman is awake, welcome to our home, your home". He said in his big booming voice. "Calm down, my filly, you will be just fine." My eyes were tearing, from the effects of the smoke and fear of the unknown and I could feel my tears running down my cheeks and dripping onto my bare chest. 

"Who are you? Where am I?" I struggled to ask. I pleaded, " Water?"

"That's right, beg, woman, you will be doing a lot of begging from now on." He announced in his booming voice accompanied with a deep rolling belly laugh. Heavy steps on the floor I could feel the floor move ever so slightly under my bare feet. He stood very close to me; I could feel the heat from his body on my naked body. He smelt clean, of strong soap and definitely male cologne, spicy, but mainly of fresh air.

"Please get me a blanket or some clothes, please. I can't stay nude like this, help me, sir." I looked up into his face for the first time. How would I describe him? He was clean shaven, very tanned with a big head that went with the bigness of the rest of him, square was how I saw him that he had a big face that had a square jaw, a strong chin. His blueness of eyes struck me and it was all topped off with a full head of soft brown hair. No, he wasn't the giant I had at first took him to be but he was a large, a barrel-chested man with a deep resonant voice. Actually not bad to look at, if he had been my type. He stood in front of me and tweaked my tits. 

"Ouch you bastard." He turned and was gone. He, that's all I could call him; I had no other name for him, he had not introduced himself. He came back carrying a blue enameled dipper full of water. "Here Suzie, have a drink. Drink slowly.” I slurped greedily at the water. It was the best tasting water I have ever tasted. 

“You have had quite a sleep there, woman. You are okay, though, Suzie?" He kindly asked. His voice made my head hurt more; it seemed to echo in my head. His kindness and caring pushed me over the edge, my tears flowed and I could only nod yes. I was alive anyway for now. 

"Oh, I bet you have a headache, don't you, my poor thing. I did find some Tylenol in your luggage, so I guess you can safely take them, I can't let anything happen to you, pet." He quietly said as he ran his right index finger under my chin. He took his finger, wet with my tears, and put it into his mouth. "Um my first taste of my woman, um." 

'His woman.' My aching head tried to rationalize what he meant. "Here my sweet, take these and I will untie you and move you to our bed so you can sleep some more, you will feel better when you wake up. I wanted you to come to tied here so you would know this is where you belong. We will talk when wake up, Ok? You must promise not try to run or I will leave you here spread eagle. If you do try to escape you will remain tied here for a very long time. Do you understand?" 

He bent and untied my legs, re-chaining attaching a twelve inch chain between my cuffs. The chain felt cold on my feet. I was conscious of the cuffs for the first time, they felt nice, sort of soft. He opened the right wrist cuff and re-clamped it to something around my waist. I hadn't even realized that there was something around my waist until now. It was a belt of some kind; it was wide. But how wide? He repeated the same on my left hand though on this one he held it for a few seconds and rubbed. It tingled. "Just getting some circulation back into your hand. Now then I think a trip to the potty is in order, but first another drink of water, then potty, bed and sleep." He said, speaking to me as if I was a child.

When I slowly looked around the cabin it was one big room, very large actually maybe 16 by 30, but just one big room with a separate bathroom. He carried me fireman style to his bathroom and gave my bare ass a slap as he sat me on the john. Surprisingly it was a very modern bathroom that had been attached, obviously it added on and it smelt like it was brand new. He leaned against the vanity for a moment, then turned and took out a clean washcloth and towel. Filling the sink he lathed the washcloth with a strong male smelling soap. We watched each other in the mirror. I whispered in a cracking voice, "I can't go with you standing here, please leave, sir, I will be all right." He just laughed.

"Suzie, there is not a part of you I haven't already examined, so there is no reason to be ashamed. I approve of all your parts." I blushed, my face burning; I felt the heat in my face and that is something I have likely only done maybe a half dozen times in my life because of my olive-toned skin.

“Please just go do whatever you need to. I have already cleaned you all up once, you know. I bathed you from head to toe, you were so dirty, sooty, sandy soil caked into all your abrasions and dried blood." He laughed at my discomfort. I was mortified at the thought of him having washed me, touched me, who knows how and where I had been violated and maybe even raped by this man. I grimaced in revulsion. He, that's how I thought of him simply as 'He'. He faced me with the soapy cloth and washed my tear-streaked face. "You still are breathing out smoke, see." He showed me the dark stain on the cloth, "You will for a few more hours or maybe even days, I am not really sure. But I looked it up on the Net, and you should be ok in time." 

'Oh, that's reassuring.' He gently, very gently for such a massive man dried my face and took a comb, combing my hair, he pulled me into his belly as he did the back. I could no longer hold it; I peed and peed. It was hard to believe I could go pee with this strange man holding my head in this strange room, battling smoke inhalation. 

He stood me up and put one foot on the toilet seat and bent me over his raised knee. He took the freshly rung out cloth and gently washed all traces of my pee away. He spent way too much time doing this; the rough cloth rubbed over my clit. Then moved back opening my labia lips and washed them and my vulva carefully continuing to move back. He pulled my ass cheeks apart and washed my anus around and around before he shoved the cloth into my asshole. 

It hurt and I cried at the invasion of my most private of my parts. I flailed my arms at him, tying to get him to stop, to let me go. “You BASTARD, STOP THIS INSTANT, STOP!” I screamed hysterically at him. 

"I want you nice and clean." He dried me, down there, where not even my husband has done such a thing; he used little gentle patting motions.

To Be Continued...



Vanished Ch. 03



Heaving me over his shoulder again "Now then, off to bed for you. When you wake up we will talk, not now. You are still too woozy for it to mean anything.” I thrashed around as he re-tied me spread eagle with my ass on two pillows. "Suzie, while you sleep I will shave your cunt. These pillows will allow me to shave you easier." Throwing a quilt over me he sauntered out and shut the door with the same slam that announced his arrival. Alone the tension I had been feeling lessens enough that I drifted into a fitful sleep, full of nightmares, I screamed and cried out, reliving the fire and crash. 

"SSSHHHHHHHH, there little lady, SSSSHH, lay still or you will be cut in a really bad place." He chuckled lightly as I felt a wet something on my crotch. Placing a hand on my stomach he started to shave me. I felt a shudder roll through me. He pulled my lips taunt as he shaved each side of my labia. I had never been shaved except to give birth to my two children. The thought of them made me sob uncontrollably. He pulled open my ass cheeks and checked for hair there, too. I felt cool water run over me and then a soft towel patted me dry. The towel was replaced with his large paw, between my legs. It was there possessively, not moving just here. His hand was huge, hard and calloused. All I could think of was his hot calloused hand. I had closed my eyes tight not wanting to see his demonic look that this mad man must have as he shaved my crotch.

"There Suzie all done, you can open your eyes, I know you are awake. We need to talk, open those big brown eyes. Well if you are not going to open them, I will still talk and I am only saying it once. Here goes. I saw you go off the road after hitting the herd of deer and you flipped the car plowing right into an outcropping of rocks in a stand of pine.” I could feel bile rise into my throat at the mention of the poor dead deer. 

“I was on my way back from town rushing to get through before the fire overtook me but I stopped and pulled you out. Your stuff was scattered all over the ditch from the impact, your purse and briefcase, anyway. I pulled you away moments before the car exploded into a fireball setting that stand of trees on fire too. Then the idea came to me. You know you are very pretty especially in you pink camisole and black panties. Is that how they drive around back east? 

I have been looking for someone to be my woman, my slut. I get lonely up here sometimes. Why not? Your arrival into my life was like manna from heaven. The fires, the crash, all your stuff strewn all over, people will just think you are dead. Bet they think you were hurt but still mobile and that you ran away from the fire and got trapped by it and in this terrain, your body will never be found. After I went through your purse I threw it back into the car and watched it burn. Suzie, the world thinks you are dead." A sob escaped me, I had been holding my breath during his monologue and now I sobbed uncontrollably. 

"Please, please I have a family, a husband and two beautiful babies that need me. I must go back. Please sir, I beg you to call the police and tell them I am OK or just untie me and let me go. I won't tell them about you, honest. PLEASSSSSSE!" I pleaded between uncontrollable sobs. 

"Nope you are mine now and I know that soon you will not think of anyone except me. You are my woman for as long as I wish." Tremendous shudders of revulsion rolled down my body. I felt so ill, so sick to my stomach.

"No! No! No, never will I be yours. You must understand I am married. See, see, my wedding ring." I turned to look at my left hand and there were no wedding rings there to see. "No, where are they?" I whimpered unable to hold back my despair. Then the fire in my belly rekindled, “I demand you give them back to me right now, you prick.” My eyes danced in defiance.

"No Suzie you belong only to me." Since he started to talk his hand has never moved from between my legs and it had just kept up a slow tapping on my nude pussy, as if it is the most normal thing in the world for a total stranger to possess my body. 

His left hand moved onto me also, claiming my left breast. His index finger circled my nipple and about every third time around he gave the nipple a tug. I thrashed around in my restraints trying to dislodge his hands. "Go away, you bastard. Take your fucking hands off me. "Now I am fighting mad." You, motherfucker, take your HANDS OFF ME!!!!!!!!!!!!!" I shrieked.

"You can shriek and fight all you want but you are mine now and you will do as I say, you have no choice. End of statement! You hear me bitch!" His powerful right hand came off my crotch in a straight swing he hit me on the side of my head. Everything momentarily went fuzzy, not black, but my headache instantly returned with a vengeance. I whimpered, wishing I could just disappear. "Understand this, Suzie, you will do what I tell you when I tell you. You have no idea what awaits you if you ever refuse me. For swearing at me you will spend the rest of the night where my dog sleeps." 

He undid my restraints and pulled me by my left arm; gone were the niceties. I fell off his high bed and he dragged me to the corner where there was an old green plaid wool blanket on the floor. An old, crippled dog lay there on it. The dog growled at me as he threw me quite literally onto the blanket it with his dog. 

"I can't stay here, please, I am allergic to dogs and he looks like he is full of fleas and likely worse, please don't make me stay here." I begged in a whinny totally unnatural voice for me. He chuckled. Pushing me down, he bent and reattached my hands to the belt around my waist and attached an extra chain to my ankle cuffs that he pulled up and attached to my belt at the back; holding me tight with my ankles pulled unnaturally up behind me. 

"We will see how much fight you have left tomorrow morning." He turned and walked away. 

"YOU FUCKING BASTARD, DON'T LEAVE ME HERE!" I screamed. "I WILL SCREAM ALL NIGHT UNTIL MY DYING BREATH, YOU PRICK IF YOU DON'T UNTIE ME THIS SECOND." He never said a word he just turned towards me and took a dirty looking used handkerchief from his back pocket and stuffed it in my mouth. 

"There try screaming through that, why don't you?" He turned and walked away shutting the lights out as he went. "Be careful you don't vomit or you will asphyxiate and die, bitch." 

The night was dark. I was naked and cold. My teeth usually chatter when I get cold and they would have now except for the gag. The thought of his dirty snotty hanky in my mouth makes my stomach roll and the bile swelled up into my esophagus; I willed it down afraid I would vomit. I attempted to stay as far away from the dog as possible. The blanket smelt of dirty old dog. But my tether only allowed me to just get off it. ‘Oh I hate dogs and I hate fleas even worse. AND I HATE BEING HERE.’ Every noise was amplified in my fear-racked head.

I heard him rolling around in his bed; it creaked under his weight. Every time he moved my heart stopped in terror of what was to come. 'Oh what is to become of me?' 

I guess at some point I must have slept because the room was full of sunlight and he was fully dressed smelling of his strong smelling soap and his unique spicy aftershave even across the room. I tried to watch him through half open eyes not moving my head; maybe he had forgotten me. ‘Oh, dear God, in heaven, please let him forget me. Please make him let me go in the name of the Father, the Son and the Holy Ghost. Amen.’ I silently pray repeatedly.

I tried to keep my breathing slow and deep as if I was sleeping. He ignored me. I was not sure whether or not he was aware I was awake or even if he remembered I was there. 

He went outside leaving the door open. The sun was bright; the air was cool but not cold even on my bare skin. The smell of the pine-drenched air was so nice after sleeping with this smelly dirty dog for hours. It wiped out all the dog smell instantly. It was like a tonic awakening my senses. The sun was in my eyes and I automatically squinted. I eagerly drank in the fresh air in great deep rejuvenating breaths. The dog limped to his feet and sauntered outside too. The fresh air and the absence of him gave me the confidence to open my eyes wide. My head swiveled around sizing things up now that my head was not aching as badly. It had settled into just a dull pain now. Maybe there was a way I could get out of here. 

For the first time I got to clearly see the other side of the cabin. It was nearly all glass and appeared to be set up as a lounge and a home office. I could not help but wonder what he did because he had all kinds of computer equipment, lots and lots of it. Beyond the wall of glass was the most beautiful scene, all mountains and trees and I could see a trace of water glistening through the trees. I could see why he had his desk facing it; I wouldn't get any work done if it was my desk. 

I guess I was lost in my reverie. He was standing over me, he had moved silently like a cat. How had he moved that fast? "Well, well, you are awake. Suzie, I knew the instant you woke up, I just wasn't ready to deal with you, and so I left you here like a dog, an animal. You can stay there until you are ready to talk to me." He poked me with the toe of his sneaker as he turned and walked away. 

He should not have done that; his poke though not hard had hit me right in the bladder and now I must use the toilet. I laid there willing my body trying to quell my urge to pee. As always though Mother Nature would not be denied, the urge grew. If I did not get to the toilet soon, I would be no better than a dog that had not been house trained. I held off as long as I could, now there was real urgency for to me use the toilet. I could not lower myself to the level of the dogs. "Sir, may I use the bathroom, please?" 

He was going about setting the table. Glasses, bowls and spoons, we must be having juice and cereal. Something was not right he had only one of each. ‘No, that can't be I was so hungry, but I must pee first. No. He cannot possibly refuse me something to eat. 'When did I last eat? What day is it?’ Louder I said with a dry throat "Sir, Sir please, I must go to the bathroom, please, don't make me go on the floor. I beg you not to humiliate me any further." 

Without a word, he turned and looked at me, giving me a long stare. We just looked at each other. I was praying he would untie me and let me go to the bathroom. 'Oh Please, let him.' I had no idea what he was thinking but he finally walked over and knelt down from his great height he undid my chains. Then he went back about preparing breakfast. I tried to stand but my legs were cramped so badly that I could not stand when I tried. "Oh help, please help me." 

"If you have a problem, Suzie it is of your own making, so I suggest crawl, bitch, crawl." I crawled; my tears were flowing again. But I must reach the bathroom immediately. 

'Oh thank Gawd.' I closed the door. I fumbled for the lock. There was no lock. No lock! Even my privacy was subject. I was alone. Maybe I could think, but I must pee first. I stumbled to the toilet sitting as my pee started flowing even before I was seated. I had no more than stopped than he opened the door and walked it. He walked in quickly, he moves gracefully for a man of his size. He reached for a clean washcloth and towel while filling the sink with warm water. He again put me over his knee and washed my whole crotch, my pussy and my ass hole. This time it was his soapy finger he inserted into my ass hole. I closed my eyes, 'How can anyone want to so degrade another human being?' I breathed deep trying to fight the pain. He never said a word. He left me standing there. This time I kept my mouth shut because I must eat.

"Come eat!" 

'Oh thank you.' I said under my breath, my prayers were answered. He just wanted to scare me, that's all. I walked out still embarrassed at being nude in front of a strange man, I averted my eyes, like a child that believes that if they cannot see someone, and then the other person cannot see them. I used my hands to attempt to cover my private parts. I know it's just a mind game but it helped me survive what was happening to me. I walked right towards the table on my still wooden legs. He was sitting there eating a huge bowl of oatmeal. I was just about there when it dawned on me that there was no place set for me. I looked at him gasping. 

"That's right, woman, until you submit to me willingly, you will eat on the floor. It is right here beside me. Come here now." He indicated where the bowl was on the floor beside him. I stood there, wishing I could be defiant, but I was so weak from the lack of food, I must eat. I could fight after I ate.

I know my blood sugar must have been way down and that was adding to my fuzzy feeling. I walked over and held out my hands. "Please Sir?" 

Shaking his head he said no. "No, find your own way to eat. After you eat, you will do the dishes and clean up, understand." I nodded and kind of tumbled down to the bare floor. I took the bowl as best I could in my hands and brought it to my mouth and gobbled it up quickly. I did not think it hit bottom until I ate the last bite. I had oatmeal all over my face. I tried my best to wipe the sticky goo off, wishing I had a napkin like I would have had at home. 

Dishes. Oh, I hate doing my own dishes but to do his is low. "All done." The kitchen was spotless, unlike mine at home that somehow always seemed to have too much stuff on it for in it to look spotless. This little kitchen was Spartan but efficient, open concept with only a utility island to break it from the central room. It was obvious he was fastidious; everything was spotless, but short on the amenities that make a house a home. It was definitely a man's nest, unlike my men; it was a neat man's nest. He had been sitting at the table watching me all this time do his dishes and clean his kitchen; just watching. He came up behind me saying, "Now it is time to clean you, my pet."

To Be Continued...



Vanished Ch. 04



He propelled me towards the bathroom. He sat me on the toilet and turned on the taps filling the tub; he added strong lemon-scented bubbling bath oil. The steamy air was heavy with the scent. He bent opening the cabinet and brought out a vinegar douche; I recognized the box. He put it on the cabinet. "Use it or I will." He adjusted the water temperature. Walking two paces to the other end of the cabinet, he sat on the vanity and watched. 'No fucking way I can do that with him watching!' I sat and looked at him, then the douche box. I shook my head involuntarily, no. He slid off the cabinet and in a flash I grabbed the box. 

"Please turn away, please." 

"No!" I cannot believe that that I was inserting a douche tube into my vagina with a man whom I did not even know his name, sitting watching me. My face was so hot from embarrassment; I kept my eyes averted. I squeezed the cool liquid into me and felt it flow back out. 'Please let this ordeal be over soon.' 

"Good, Suzie, well done. Tub time. Come here let me take off the cuffs and the belt." He said taking out the key. As he removed them I shivered. He laughed and picked me up as if I weighed nothing, depositing me in the tubful of warm lemon-scented bubbles. 'Oh so nice.' I lay back relishing in the feel, my eyes closed. I heard him doing something. I hoped he was leaving. No he was sitting beside me. "Here we go Suzie, I will shampoo your hair." I looked at him with raised eyebrows. He didn’t say anything he just went about it and he surprisingly he did a good job. 

"Ok dear, now I will shave your underarms and legs. I will bathe you daily and after today you will bathe me. We will not bathe together, but we will clean each other. Lift your arm." He shaved me carefully. Though I was terrified of him and I was full of despair, he was gentle and his touch was not unpleasant. He was totally at ease doing all these things to me, as if he did it everyday. He then washed me from head to toe. He touched me everywhere under the pretence of washing me; he entered every hole, hard and deep. Using first the washcloth then his hand he rubbed my clit until it was very near raw and unhooded. He cleaned and cut my fingernails and toe nails. I had never had someone do everything for me, in this manner. He lifted me out and took a big blue fluffy towel and dried me. 

He carried me, baby-style, to the posts and fastened my hands and feet to the posts, which really stretched me. It felt like my shoulders were pulling out of their sockets. Below I felt cold air way up inside me. He had pulled me very wide open by shortening the chains. I could formulate the questions but I was afraid of spending the rest of my life on the floor as a dog or worse so I kept silent. I turned my head away and closed my eyes, willing myself to another place, a place where he couldn’t get me. He came forward with a makeup case. "I am going to put your makeup on now Suzie. You will always where your makeup like this for me all day every day, even, no especially in our bed, understand, girl?" I could not bring myself to even nod, so I just blinked. He took his time, applying my makeup, much more time than I ever had taken, not necessarily a lot of makeup, just very artfully done. He included a lot of mascara and lots of red, red lipstick. He picked up a mirror and showed me my face. "Like this, always." I looked like a cross between a whore and the girl next door. He turned around and dug through the case and returned with the brightest red nail polish. "Hold still, you smudge this and I will be very upset and will hurt you. So stand still and don't close your hands. Then I will do your toe nails." He applied a liberal coat of the lacquer to my fingernails and then sat on the floor and did my toenails. He finished, put everything away and he left me sitting there. Now alone I couldn’t help but smile when I thought about how nice it felt to be so pampered.

He walked to a door and entered another room, I hadn't even seen the door; it was one of those hidden ones, done like the walls. He returned momentarily in a well-cut sport jacket and dress slacks, a khaki colored ensemble with a cream-colored oxford cloth shirt. He walked by me in an exaggerated manner, saying nothing; not even looking at me. He left the house taking his dog with him. 

I listened to see if I could hear a vehicle start, I didn’t. 'What if there is another fire, I am trapped.' I thought if I pulled hard enough now I could get away now, I tried. I pulled and pulled trying to get my hands out of my velvet-lined cuffs. 'Don't smudge the polish.' I kept reciting it like a mantra. My arms ached from the strain and still I remained captive. 

To Be Continued...



Vanished Ch. 05



I heard voices outside and froze. I strained to hear the conversation as it drifted in. I heard my name mentioned. I could tell there were a number of men, with him. They were laughing and joking. 'No he won't bring anyone into this place with me chained here like this, surely not. He would go to jail; he is not so demented.’ I heard at least two maybe three voices plus his deep voice. The door opened and he let three people enter before him. I could have died of the embarrassment, being seen like this. 

Addressing the older man, he said, "Well how do we do this? I guess you take over from here, do you?" They were all approaching me. He and the third man picked up the table and brought it with them. They set it about three feet in front of me. The older man plunged down a large leather satchel on the table. My face was hot and my eyes were trying to take in everything. The three strangers all headed for the kitchen sink where they scrubbed their hands very well, almost surgical-like. 

He stood beside me and ran his hands over and through my hair murmuring, "Suzie, you will be OK. Just do as he tells you. Be still, girl." 

I turned towards him and with my eyes I pleaded for him not to let them hurt me, "It is not too late to let me go, I won't tell anyone, honest. Please don't let them hurt me, please." I whispered to him. He just smiled and kept petting me. 

The two younger men returned and started laying out all manner of stuff on the table. The older man returned and asked him, “Geoff, you sure you don't want me to give her something first." 

'Geoff. That is his name, Geoff.'

He just shook his head and said, “No.”

“Ok, she is your woman.” He said with a shrug. "Ok, Geoff, it is time she is told what really awaits her so get on with it, my boy." 

"All right Suzie, remember what I have already told you, now listen because I only ever say anything to you once. My name was Geoff, Master Geoff to you. It is this way; I have taken over ownership of you. You are mine, sort of like a marriage, but there is no need for love in this matter, at least not at first, maybe later. But it doesn’t make any difference, you belong to me." He said with a shrug. "You will be whomever I want you to be. In my eyes you are still a virgin until I take you and that will be soon, my love. Yes I will love you, in my special way. You will learn how to anticipate my needs or you will be badly hurt. The first things you are going to learn is that I can and will cause you pain. Lots of pain! I hope you will learn to get off with it or your life is about to become a living hell, it is your choice.” 

I spit the words out emphasizing every one of them. “Like hell you haven't touched me. What the fuck would you call this, you bastard? You cocksuckers, leave me alone, all of you. I will see you in hell before I submit!" My eyes almost shot out sparks. 

"I am taking you as my slut wife. You will be mine to use, to abuse as I wish, when I wish and if you displease me I can and will sell you or maybe just give you away. It is only my decision, but if you learn your role well and behave you may make me value you sufficiently to keep you." This Master Geoff was so calm as he delineated my future. I was speechless, in shock. 

"This gentleman and his assistants are here to ensure that you will always know who you belong to me. If you just go with the flow, you will survive." My eyes were huge, my throat was dry, and I could not believe what I was hearing. Geoff stepped out of my line of sight and he put his large warm hand on my bare left shoulder and I must admit it was reassuring. "Steady Suzie." 

The older man turns towards me with a wide leather belt in his hand. No, is not a belt, it is too small. ‘It looks like the collar we had for our St. Bernard.' I looked perplexed at him and at the other men; I twisted trying to see Geoff to see if he would explain what it was for. I could not see him, but he squeezed my shoulder as if to say, it is okay. I hated myself for turning towards him. I hated him. I hated Geoff. Maybe I would have felt just a little more comfortable if there were at least one woman here, as it was I felt so alone, so vulnerable. 

"My name is Buddy and this here is Jimmy and Ronnie." The older man pointed to each one. “We will be with you and Geoff for a day or two, so relax.”

“Here Geoff, she is your woman you should have the honor of putting your collar on her. Suzie, with this collar Geoff is claiming you as his woman, his slut wife." Geoff didn’t say anything to me; he just put the collar around my neck; adjusting it and fastening it. It fit snug but not tight enough to cut off or impede my airflow. Buddy gave Geoff a small padlock and he inserted it into the hasp and locked it. SNAP!!! It was the loudest sound I had ever heard. The finality of that snap sent a visible shudder of revulsion through me. The thought of this permanently around my neck made me panic, screaming, I struggled. 

"Shhhh, Suzie, I don't want you gagged during this ceremony but I will if you don't calm down right now. You will see it will be OK. SShhhh." He said giving my shoulder a squeeze. "This was the easy part, I need you to be very strong now." 

Buddy stepped back and Jimmy and Ronnie stepped towards me. Just the look in their eyes made me strain as far back as I could, I was deathly afraid for my safety. Geoff steadied me. Jimmy on my left took hold of my left breast. "Get your fucking hands of me, you prick!" I screeched. I never had sworn as much as I had in the last twenty-four hours, I could hardly believe I knew the words. With that Ronnie grabbed my right nipple cruelly. They pulled and twisted sending an electric-like shock right to my clit. The pain radiated from my poor nipples all the way down to that deep spot in my crotch. My nipples had always been very sensitive and certainly connect directly to my erotic zones. The pain was too much and my knees gave out, but I could not go anywhere; it just put more strain on my poor shoulders. I forgot the collar only able to concentrate on my nipples and the throbbing ache in my crotch. 

"PLEASE, please." I screamed it ended in a whisper. I looked down and realized how swollen my nipples had become. My attackers faced other, each taking hold of my nipple in there opposite hands while the other hand holds my breast from beneath they rubbed a cream on nipples. They immediately started to feel cold. 'What is this stuff, why are they doing it to me?’ They held my breasts from beneath, just standing waiting and holding me.

Stepping forward Buddy had a cruel-looking thing in his hand he looked at Geoff again, "You sure that you don't want her to have more of a sedative first? This is going to hurt her like hell." My head swiveled between them.

"She must understand right now that she is mine and I can do anything or have anything done to her at any time. I can't think of a better way of defining what I mean early. Can you, Buddy? Do it." 

Buddy moved closer to me with that thing. Bingo, I knew what it reminded me of the thing that department stores use to pierce ears. 'Hell, no.' I was frantic when the realization hit me as his heinous plan. 'No, no one would do that to anyone, least of all me. Get a grip, lady, you are loosing it.' 

"Pull her nipples out as far as you can now; pull them further.” He put a gold ring, which looked like real gold into the piercing gun. I frantically fought him as best I could. He attempted to put it over my left nipple, I pulled back as far as I could and rammed into Buddy with my head, pulling to the left then the right. I fought like she-devil gone berserk. "Hold her, Geoff." He stepped behind me and braced me against him and held the posts so I was held stationary. I butted my head against his and he just calmly said "SSSSSSSSSSSSHHHH, woman, it will be done. Why don't you just close your eyes?"

His calm voice had the necessary effect on me and I finally stopped my fighting, submitting, for how could I win against four large men. Submit was all I do, I did not like it, and "I will find a way out of here one day, so help me God, I will." Buddy efficiently centered the piercing gun and pressed the trigger. "NOOOOOOOOO, nnnooo, please no." I screamed in pain and terror, as I had never done that before, ending in a whimper. Tears ran copiously down my face, and I bit my lower lip until it bled. But even my pain did not stop Buddy; he quickly moved to the right nipple and repeated the process efficiently. All I could manage this time was a whimper and my head sagged to my chin, whimpering pathetically. 

Jimmy now approached with a small jeweler’s soldering gun armed with a small coil of gold of wire. I watched but my pain was too great at this moment to understand what was about to happen. Buddy turned the gold ring in my left nipple so it was closest to Jimmy and inserted next to my skin an asbestos jig that fit around the ring to protect my skin from the open flame. With obvious, practiced ease, Jimmy touched the coiled gold to my ring permanently fastening the nipple rings to my breasts. I watched in horror only able to whimper. Buddy applied an antiseptic cream to wounds. I looked in disbelief at my permanent disfigurement.

Geoff massaged my arms and shoulders murmuring, "I am very pleased with you, Suzie, you did well. Rest for a few minutes before we go ahead with rest of the ceremony.” I looked at him in confusion. The pain had overtaken all conscious thought and I closed my eyes just relieved that my tormentors had moved away from me. 

I could feel wetness running down my legs, I had peed myself, humiliating myself even more, I guess from the excruciating pain. It didn't seem like enough for pee and I needed to go to the bathroom still. Geoff returned with the dipper full of cool water. 

I smiled weakly pleased with his gesture I whispered, "Thank you, sir. Geoff, why are you doing this to me?" 

"Because I can and I want you as my woman. Are you ready for the next phase?" The three men who had done this to me came back. Jimmy and Ronnie put the wide belt back around my waist and passed each end to Geoff. He pulled it up tight. Ronnie took a narrow something out of a dish of water; it had a ring on one end and an adjustable end on the other. Ronnie and Jimmy fastened it onto the belt at the back. I could feel the wetness running down my ass cheeks as Jimmy reached between my legs and passed the adjustable end to Buddy. He took the end and pulled brought it up to the D ring at the front of my belt. It reminded me of wearing a pad. I didn’t panic for that reason until Buddy started to pull it tight and kept pulling it tighter and tighter. I groaned loudly and bit my lip. 

Buddy looked into my eyes and told me that the stripe is wet leather. "Do you realize what will happen when it starts to dry? Leather shrinks as it dries, it will make it tighter and tighter. It will cut into your clit; the pressure will let us see just how hard you can be made to cum. I suggest you try to get some rest because soon there will be no sleep for you. We will be getting some ourselves, so we are ready for the next phase."

"The next phase, please what are you going to do to me?" Buddy just smiled and turned to Geoff. "Geoff you are to have a sleep too, so you are able to handle the next step. I know you are excited but you must sleep now. She will be a couple of hours; you will know when she is ready. She'll let us know, big time." 

Geoff ran his hand over the back of my head and whispered "Soon Suzie, soon." He touches both of my nipple rings before he left, tugging on them until I groaned loudly. He went to his bed, which sits on a raised platform and lay down, pulling a blue patterned quilt over him. The cabin's lights were turned off and my three tormentors left the house. In the quiet, I looked at my damaged nipples all swollen and with every heartbeat they hurt more. Soon I drifted off, into a restive sleep.

To Be Continued...



Vanished Ch. 06



I heard voices outside and froze. I strained to hear the conversation as it drifted in. I heard my name mentioned. I could tell there were a number of men, with him. They were laughing and joking. 'No he won't bring anyone into this place with me chained here like this, surely not. He would go to jail; he is not so demented.’ I heard at least two maybe three voices plus his deep voice. The door opened and he let three people enter before him. I could have died of the embarrassment, being seen like this. 

Addressing the older man, he said, "Well how do we do this? I guess you take over from here, do you?" They were all approaching me. He and the third man picked up the table and brought it with them. They set it about three feet in front of me. The older man plunged down a large leather satchel on the table. My face was hot and my eyes were trying to take in everything. The three strangers all headed for the kitchen sink where they scrubbed their hands very well, almost surgical-like. 

He stood beside me and ran his hands over and through my hair murmuring, "Suzie, you will be OK. Just do as he tells you. Be still, girl." 

I turned towards him and with my eyes I pleaded for him not to let them hurt me, "It is not too late to let me go, I won't tell anyone, honest. Please don't let them hurt me, please." I whispered to him. He just smiled and kept petting me. 

The two younger men returned and started laying out all manner of stuff on the table. The older man returned and asked him, “Geoff, you sure you don't want me to give her something first." 

'Geoff. That is his name, Geoff.'

He just shook his head and said, “No.”

“Ok, she is your woman.” He said with a shrug. "Ok, Geoff, it is time she is told what really awaits her so get on with it, my boy." 

"All right Suzie, remember what I have already told you, now listen because I only ever say anything to you once. My name was Geoff, Master Geoff to you. It is this way; I have taken over ownership of you. You are mine, sort of like a marriage, but there is no need for love in this matter, at least not at first, maybe later. But it doesn’t make any difference, you belong to me." He said with a shrug. "You will be whomever I want you to be. In my eyes you are still a virgin until I take you and that will be soon, my love. Yes I will love you, in my special way. You will learn how to anticipate my needs or you will be badly hurt. The first things you are going to learn is that I can and will cause you pain. Lots of pain! I hope you will learn to get off with it or your life is about to become a living hell, it is your choice.” 

I spit the words out emphasizing every one of them. “Like hell you haven't touched me. What the fuck would you call this, you bastard? You cocksuckers, leave me alone, all of you. I will see you in hell before I submit!" My eyes almost shot out sparks. 

"I am taking you as my slut wife. You will be mine to use, to abuse as I wish, when I wish and if you displease me I can and will sell you or maybe just give you away. It is only my decision, but if you learn your role well and behave you may make me value you sufficiently to keep you." This Master Geoff was so calm as he delineated my future. I was speechless, in shock. 

"This gentleman and his assistants are here to ensure that you will always know who you belong to me. If you just go with the flow, you will survive." My eyes were huge, my throat was dry, and I could not believe what I was hearing. Geoff stepped out of my line of sight and he put his large warm hand on my bare left shoulder and I must admit it was reassuring. "Steady Suzie." 

The older man turns towards me with a wide leather belt in his hand. No, is not a belt, it is too small. ‘It looks like the collar we had for our St. Bernard.' I looked perplexed at him and at the other men; I twisted trying to see Geoff to see if he would explain what it was for. I could not see him, but he squeezed my shoulder as if to say, it is okay. I hated myself for turning towards him. I hated him. I hated Geoff. Maybe I would have felt just a little more comfortable if there were at least one woman here, as it was I felt so alone, so vulnerable. 

"My name is Buddy and this here is Jimmy and Ronnie." The older man pointed to each one. “We will be with you and Geoff for a day or two, so relax.”

“Here Geoff, she is your woman you should have the honor of putting your collar on her. Suzie, with this collar Geoff is claiming you as his woman, his slut wife." Geoff didn’t say anything to me; he just put the collar around my neck; adjusting it and fastening it. It fit snug but not tight enough to cut off or impede my airflow. Buddy gave Geoff a small padlock and he inserted it into the hasp and locked it. SNAP!!! It was the loudest sound I had ever heard. The finality of that snap sent a visible shudder of revulsion through me. The thought of this permanently around my neck made me panic, screaming, I struggled. 

"Shhhh, Suzie, I don't want you gagged during this ceremony but I will if you don't calm down right now. You will see it will be OK. SShhhh." He said giving my shoulder a squeeze. "This was the easy part, I need you to be very strong now." 

Buddy stepped back and Jimmy and Ronnie stepped towards me. Just the look in their eyes made me strain as far back as I could, I was deathly afraid for my safety. Geoff steadied me. Jimmy on my left took hold of my left breast. "Get your fucking hands of me, you prick!" I screeched. I never had sworn as much as I had in the last twenty-four hours, I could hardly believe I knew the words. With that Ronnie grabbed my right nipple cruelly. They pulled and twisted sending an electric-like shock right to my clit. The pain radiated from my poor nipples all the way down to that deep spot in my crotch. My nipples had always been very sensitive and certainly connect directly to my erotic zones. The pain was too much and my knees gave out, but I could not go anywhere; it just put more strain on my poor shoulders. I forgot the collar only able to concentrate on my nipples and the throbbing ache in my crotch. 

"PLEASE, please." I screamed it ended in a whisper. I looked down and realized how swollen my nipples had become. My attackers faced other, each taking hold of my nipple in there opposite hands while the other hand holds my breast from beneath they rubbed a cream on nipples. They immediately started to feel cold. 'What is this stuff, why are they doing it to me?’ They held my breasts from beneath, just standing waiting and holding me.

Stepping forward Buddy had a cruel-looking thing in his hand he looked at Geoff again, "You sure that you don't want her to have more of a sedative first? This is going to hurt her like hell." My head swiveled between them.

"She must understand right now that she is mine and I can do anything or have anything done to her at any time. I can't think of a better way of defining what I mean early. Can you, Buddy? Do it." 

Buddy moved closer to me with that thing. Bingo, I knew what it reminded me of the thing that department stores use to pierce ears. 'Hell, no.' I was frantic when the realization hit me as his heinous plan. 'No, no one would do that to anyone, least of all me. Get a grip, lady, you are loosing it.' 

"Pull her nipples out as far as you can now; pull them further.” He put a gold ring, which looked like real gold into the piercing gun. I frantically fought him as best I could. He attempted to put it over my left nipple, I pulled back as far as I could and rammed into Buddy with my head, pulling to the left then the right. I fought like she-devil gone berserk. "Hold her, Geoff." He stepped behind me and braced me against him and held the posts so I was held stationary. I butted my head against his and he just calmly said "SSSSSSSSSSSSHHHH, woman, it will be done. Why don't you just close your eyes?"

His calm voice had the necessary effect on me and I finally stopped my fighting, submitting, for how could I win against four large men. Submit was all I do, I did not like it, and "I will find a way out of here one day, so help me God, I will." Buddy efficiently centered the piercing gun and pressed the trigger. "NOOOOOOOOO, nnnooo, please no." I screamed in pain and terror, as I had never done that before, ending in a whimper. Tears ran copiously down my face, and I bit my lower lip until it bled. But even my pain did not stop Buddy; he quickly moved to the right nipple and repeated the process efficiently. All I could manage this time was a whimper and my head sagged to my chin, whimpering pathetically. 

Jimmy now approached with a small jeweler’s soldering gun armed with a small coil of gold of wire. I watched but my pain was too great at this moment to understand what was about to happen. Buddy turned the gold ring in my left nipple so it was closest to Jimmy and inserted next to my skin an asbestos jig that fit around the ring to protect my skin from the open flame. With obvious, practiced ease, Jimmy touched the coiled gold to my ring permanently fastening the nipple rings to my breasts. I watched in horror only able to whimper. Buddy applied an antiseptic cream to wounds. I looked in disbelief at my permanent disfigurement.

Geoff massaged my arms and shoulders murmuring, "I am very pleased with you, Suzie, you did well. Rest for a few minutes before we go ahead with rest of the ceremony.” I looked at him in confusion. The pain had overtaken all conscious thought and I closed my eyes just relieved that my tormentors had moved away from me. 

I could feel wetness running down my legs, I had peed myself, humiliating myself even more, I guess from the excruciating pain. It didn't seem like enough for pee and I needed to go to the bathroom still. Geoff returned with the dipper full of cool water. 

I smiled weakly pleased with his gesture I whispered, "Thank you, sir. Geoff, why are you doing this to me?" 

"Because I can and I want you as my woman. Are you ready for the next phase?" The three men who had done this to me came back. Jimmy and Ronnie put the wide belt back around my waist and passed each end to Geoff. He pulled it up tight. Ronnie took a narrow something out of a dish of water; it had a ring on one end and an adjustable end on the other. Ronnie and Jimmy fastened it onto the belt at the back. I could feel the wetness running down my ass cheeks as Jimmy reached between my legs and passed the adjustable end to Buddy. He took the end and pulled brought it up to the D ring at the front of my belt. It reminded me of wearing a pad. I didn’t panic for that reason until Buddy started to pull it tight and kept pulling it tighter and tighter. I groaned loudly and bit my lip. 

Buddy looked into my eyes and told me that the stripe is wet leather. "Do you realize what will happen when it starts to dry? Leather shrinks as it dries, it will make it tighter and tighter. It will cut into your clit; the pressure will let us see just how hard you can be made to cum. I suggest you try to get some rest because soon there will be no sleep for you. We will be getting some ourselves, so we are ready for the next phase."

"The next phase, please what are you going to do to me?" Buddy just smiled and turned to Geoff. "Geoff you are to have a sleep too, so you are able to handle the next step. I know you are excited but you must sleep now. She will be a couple of hours; you will know when she is ready. She'll let us know, big time." 

Geoff ran his hand over the back of my head and whispered "Soon Suzie, soon." He touches both of my nipple rings before he left, tugging on them until I groaned loudly. He went to his bed, which sits on a raised platform and lay down, pulling a blue patterned quilt over him. The cabin's lights were turned off and my three tormentors left the house. In the quiet, I looked at my damaged nipples all swollen and with every heartbeat they hurt more. Soon I drifted off, into a restive sleep. 

To Be Continued...



Vanished Ch. 07



I had no idea how long I slept but I awoke with a terrible pressure, you know where. I blinked hoping the pressure was just a passing thing. No it was still there. It was getting worse and worse, I could not keep still and I fought to keep quiet. I didn't want them, the men, to know how badly it hurt. No, it didn’t hurt in the normal way, the pressure was making my clit swell and that was making me wet. I closed my eyes in pain and willed myself not to feel the pleasure that the pain caused. It was not something that I was accustomed too, pain causing pleasure. 

AGGGGHHH. I moaned softly. I moaned louder as the leather tightened under my crotch. The moans, unbidden, were getting louder and turning more into groans of pain. I could not stop the tightening of my vagina walls as if a cock was in me. I came. My orgasm was huge, all by myself. My eyes opened and closed involuntarily the room had gotten hot, very hot. I could feel the perspiration breaking out on me, all over me. The door opened, but I was lost in the moment and continued my climax.

"Geoff, it is time to get yourself ready there. Your woman is hot and she knows how to come. Why gentlemen look at her juices running down her legs." Suddenly all four of them were around me, circling, watching me and still I climaxed, lost totally in my body's needs and myself. "Well, Geoff let's undo her and get on with it."

Geoff was now nude and he had the key in is hand. He stepped up to me and kissed me full on the mouth. I was so hot that even though I loathed him, my mouth opened to accept his deep kiss. I groaned moaning in a need that only he could satisfy. Suddenly my eyes flew open realizing what I had done, I tried to turn away. 'Um he did feel good, tasted nice, too.' He reached up and unlocked my left wrist rubbing circulation back into my cold hands. The pain of the returning circulation was intense; it hurt so much. He repeated it my other wrist. 

"Please undo that strap, please, Geoff. It hurts, please." I whined. He knelt and unlocked my legs. He did not attach the walking chain. I guess he figured I was not stupid enough to run away with all of them here. Where could I go? Geoff left the leather strap between my legs. He took me by the hand and led me to his bed. Every step brought another wave of orgasm that made me stop dead in my tracks, as I experienced yet another climax. It made for a slow walk to the bed. Surprisingly the other men walked behind Geoff and I stopping and watching my orgasms. I could not believe the number of times I was coming, more than I ever had. 'Shit I love this, but not like this.' 

Geoff lifted me placing me in the center of his bed, not gently like a lover and not nastily like an abuser or kidnapper. Immediately the other three men were taking my arms and legs and reattaching me extremely spread eagle to Geoff's cannonball bed. Geoff brought a basin full of hot soapy water, he had yet another pale blue fluffy towel over his arm. He wrung out the washcloth and washed my tear-streaked face, drying me gently. He repositioned himself lower. "No, please, people are watching." 

"Yes and they will be here for a while longer, Suzie. It is all a part of the ownership ceremony. Just relax." He undid my cunt strap and the rush of pain was so fast and hurt like crazy as the blood flooded back. He proceeded to wash my pussy and ass taking his time, feeling my very swollen over sensitized clit. I groaned under his touch and closed my eyes. He passed the basin and towel to Ronnie. He stood and accepted a short whip from Jimmy. Geoff starts whipping my breasts, “Oh the pain.’ It was so intense. 

'Aaaaaaaaaaaaaagggggggggh.' He was careful not to touch my sore pierced nipples, but just the shockwaves caused me unbearable pain. Then the thinkable happened, he, Geoff, struck both of my nipples in the same swing, I screamed louder than I thought possible. They stood waiting and watching me; all eyes on my vagina. As the pain receded the most glorious deep ache occurs in my vagina. I could not help myself, my hips rose up in ecstasy, and my eyes closed in what may look like pain but truly was wonder as wave after wave of climax rolled over me. I could hear them talking quietly but excitedly. 

I felt weight on the bed near my head as Geoff straddled my head while I still was still enjoying my orgasm. Jimmy pried my mouth open and Ronnie put blocks in my jaws so I could not bite down. My eyes opened watching, I twisted to avoid Geoff's cock that Buddy was guiding into my mouth. It was so strange to see a man handling another man’s cock, but they seemed unaffected by it. "Fuck her Geoff, she is a whore, your whore, your slut, use her." Buddy intoned.

Ronnie and Jimmy immobilized my head for Geoff. No niceties here Geoff drove straight into my throat. I gagged and gagged, my stomach rolled. They tipped my head way back to make it an easier entry for Geoff's penis. "That helps." Geoff groaned. Geoff's asshole was over my nose as he plunged in deeper and harder each time. I tasted his salty precum.

As suddenly as it started it was over, he pulled out and left me. His salvia wet cock; still rock hard slid slimily over my face as he rose off me.

I opened my eyes; my mouth still blocked open. I could hear a conference off to my right, the whip in Ronnie's hand whistles again over my tortured tits. I fought not to cum again as the warm glow spread over me. They softly laughed among themselves. With Jimmy's help Ronnie removed my jaw blocks as Geoff climbed over my right leg. I trembled. He waited.

Buddy leaned in and took a white cloth that smelled sweet he touched me there, rubbing the cloth all over between my legs. I quivered. "Geoff, by taking this woman's virginity and bringing her into our culture you accept responsibility for her welfare. She is yours to own, to use, abuse, sell or trade as you wish."

"Suzie, when Geoff enters your virgin cunt you will belong totally to him as long as he wishes to have you as his woman. No do not say anything. We do not care about who or what you were before this time. This is henceforth we are talking about. Geoff is your master, your absolute owner." I opened my mouth to object and a gag was placed in mouth. As Buddy explained me my fate, Geoff lifted my ass and drove into me with his huge cock in one fluid movement. 

'Aaaahh, I was so wet and eager that I just opened up for him. ‘No do not do that, no, he mustn't feel so good, he is not my husband, cannot be my husband. Suzie, think of something else, don't let him make you cum. Do not let him know how much you like this, how wonderful he feels so deep in you nor how much you want him to stay in you.' I fervently talked to myself. My body started to exert its will of animalistic need over my mind and it was winning. 

"Geoff, make her cum and she is yours." Buddy said patting Geoff on the right shoulder. "Go for it, boy." Geoff's urgency was mounting; a sheen of sweat covered him as he pulled out only to drive in harder. His heavy balls hit my ass in time with his pumping; he was groaning as if in agony, but I had been around enough to know it meant he was nearly there. He controlled himself enough to pull out until just the head was in my vagina, and then he drove in harder than I could stand and I moaned, as I could no longer ignore my body's cry to join him in climax. My hips matched his rhythm in a dance an old as time itself, I finally gave in to my needs. 

“Oh gawd, this room is so hot, so hot.” I moaned. I had totally forgotten the audience and only lived for the sweet release that Geoff and I were sharing. He touched my right nipple ring and pulled. I came up off the bed in pain. Pain! “OH, OH I am cumming. How can pain give me such joy?” I rocketed into you, to the extent that my bonds would allow me. My moans were now loud and I trashed beneath you I don't know how to handle such strength of feelings, such sensations. I screamed, not in terror but a begging scream, "Take me. Make me yours." I was beyond thinking what I was doing I could only feel and I respond to the feelings. Geoff responded in kind and exploded in me while I was still rocketing up in my own climax.

At this moment we are one. Just us. 'How did I let this happen?'

"Well done, Geoff." Buddy told him as Geoff continues to enjoy having his cock milked by my convulsing vagina. All he could do was nod as he orgasm. 

With a final grunt Geoff collapsed on me and said, "She is everything I wanted her to be and more. Shit you are tight Suzie and you belong to me." He reached between us and pulled on my left nipple ring very hard. He laughed as I moaned in another orgasm. He rolled off me heading for the bathroom. 

I lay there enjoying the aftershock orgasms. It appeared that for the moment I was forgotten, thank heaven; the 'other three' as I had labeled them, were busy at the table that was still near the posts and I could hear the water running from Geoff's shower.

I lay thinking about my husband, wishing I could tell him that I loved him and wondered if he and the kids were mourning me. Tears silently slipped out of my eyes and ran into my hair, as I cried for my lost family. ‘Will I ever see them again?’ As if to pull me back to the present, my nipples ached, one of those aches that cannot be ignored I wished I could touch them and nurse them back to health.

To Be Continued...



Vanished Ch. 08



I guess I drifted off because the next thing I knew Geoff opened the bathroom door. He walked into the main room surrounded in a cloud of steam; it is so surreal I wondered how much of my nightmare was real. My breasts ached and I tried to touch them and can't move. As if reading my mind he said, "It is all true, Suzie." He was dressed in an attractive stripped multi-colored blue robe toweling drying his hair. Throwing the towel over his shoulder he leaned over me and kissed me hard and deep. It was so sudden I forgot to not respond and the feel of his tongue exploring the inside of my mouth was just too sensual and I responded by trading tongues and exploring his mouth. I moaned into his mouth.

He pulled away and laughingly told the others "She is a great kisser when she is hot." His hand went straight into my vagina, as if he owned it. "Suzie, I think you are even wetter, my gawd, girl, you make me hot. Hey guys, take a walk for a few minutes, I am going to do her again before you maim her and she is off limits for a couple days." My eyes went huge and looked at him pleadingly and mouth the word "maim". Buddy, Jimmy and Ronnie quit what they were doing and left, the old dog got up and followed them. We were alone.

"Sorry Suzie, that was a horrible thing to say, I apologize for using that word, the wrong word to use. They will not maim you, not as you think of that word. Trust me, I won't let them do anything really cruel to my woman and you are my woman." With that he jumped like a kid onto the bed landing beside me, smelling all-clean of soap and mouthwash. I must smell pretty grungy to him, but if I did he did not give any hint. He lay across my stomach and his hands played with my nipple rings, flicking them up and down and turning them around and around. "Mustn't let these scab over or get infected, you will learn to treasure these too Suzie." He leaned over and kissed me so deeply again, the agony that I felt in his weight on my damaged nipples was overshadowed by the sensation his mouth on mine caused me. Together the impact on my clit and my pussy were profound and I could feel our juices running out of me, down the crack of my ass onto the bed. I eagerly kissed back enjoying the moment, living just for this moment. 

For a moment the shadow of my former life flashed through my mind; I pushed it down, there will be time for my grief later. 

He kissed each nipple, "My, my, they like my touch look how hard they are getting hard and you are you all wet down there, woman.” He took his right hand and drove it into my pussy hard, as if he was trying to force his fingers, all of them, right into me. I groaned and rose up off the bed. "You are all wet." That is, I rose up as far as my restraints allowed.

"It is the come you left in me that was running out, it is not my juices." I smugly told him, knowing that that my juices must be flowing, since I felt so flushed, the room was so hot and his every touch sent electric shocks through my body regardless of where he touched me. He bent over and with both hands he opened my labia and lowered himself further as he sucked my clit until she unhooded. 

'Oh too nice, too nice.' My hands beat the bed creating my own tattoo. My clit sang and I pushed up onto my attacker, my owner. 

Getting between my legs again he opened my lips and looked into my most private of parts, he looked up and smiled, "Mine, Suzie, mine." He grabbed a couple of pillows and shoved them under my butt, forcing my neck to accept the pressure of the weight of my body. Smiling, he moved his engorged cock into my vulnerable pussy that just awaited his attention, unable to move, to do anything except, and accept his attention and invasion. 

Wanting his attention, gawd yes I wanted his attention. The feel of a man's hard cock opening me was like no other, beyond explanation, but every woman knows it and few are articulate enough to aptly describe the sensation yet we all yearn for it. Alone with the man who has claimed me, momentarily I was afraid of him at one level but at this more base level, he excited me. I watched the man who was taking me, and I could appreciate that I should be honored with his attention. He was a good-looking man, large, solid, and with well-defined muscles and he had a huge cock. 'Gawd he knows how to get me excited, never wanted anyone so much.' 

He was so large throbbing, growing so fast, I was experienced enough to know that he won't last long this time but it would be noteworthy because I wanted him also. Grunting he drove into me hard and harder and then collapsed on my spread eagle form. It had only taken a matter of minutes for him to explode into me, shooting his seed deep into my vagina. But then it did not take me any time reach my zenith either. 'What is there about him that makes me want him like that? Maybe it is the water or they put something in the water.' 

Talk about heavy; but in this moment of climax, I could handle his weight easily, I could only nestle into his neck, lost in the age-old sensation of sexual orgasm. Just enjoying the joint sensations that two people share when they have just known each other carnally. Finally cooling down enough, he gave me a chaste kiss and rolled off me, smiling. 

Patting my nipples, causing me to groan in pain, he walked away. I heard running water and he was humming a nameless tune as he did whatever he was doing. Steam wafted out the open door, I lay there watching the steam as it floated across the ceiling. He, Geoff, left the water running and walked over to me, his cock flapping against his leg; again he gave me a quick kiss and a tug on each nipple ring. I moaned in agony, “Aaghhhhhhh.”

"Come on, woman, time for a clean up job." He leans over and undid the belt around my waist and then the cuffs wrists and ankles.

To Be Continued...



Vanished Ch. 09



Hi my name is Suzie, and this is the story of my new life. I was striped of my former last name, now I am known just as Suzie, my Master’s slave. I actually prefer being called slave to slut, as he does when others are around or in the heat of the moment. I have a reasonably good life but it is so very different from the life that I had before…. before that fateful day twenty-one months ago.

I cannot complain I am well looked after and I know Master loves me in his special way. Strangely I love Master intensely now. Initially I was terrified of him and hated him. I would have scratched his eyes out if he had not restrained me. I especially hated when he worked his magic on me, awakening my body, then I not only loathed him but myself also.

My only role now is to look after Master’s personal needs giving him pleasure as he sees fit at any given moment and with whomever he wishes me to service. I am never sure what might be expected of me from one day to the next. Master does not consult me on the use of my body, yet I trust him. My body has led the way to my loving Master Geoff. I have absolute faith in my Master to keep me safe and though he challenges my thresholds I would go to the ends of the earth to please him. 

It still seems very strange when I clinically look at our relationship. But when I am with him I know I am more alive now than I was as a wife and a mother running my small business. I guess I am technically still a wife, but somehow now I think of Geoff as my only husband. I must not call him Geoff to his face or I will suffer his punishment, but that is how I think of him. I cannot say the pain of loosing my children is gone, but Geoff makes me so happy.

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It had not started out like this. It had started with me being terrified of him; I am talking absolute abject terror. If it had not been for my strong self-esteem and sense of who I am Master would have succeed in breaking my spirit forcing me to give up, but I am not sure if he ever wanted me to break. Instead I fought him, I may have bent but break I did not. I remained me, my sense of humor and intelligent intact, but I have to admit there is a new part to me, an essence that he brought kicking and screaming to my surface that I never knew was there before. 

I had come to this setting against my will, awoke to a living hell of embarrassment and humiliation. I awoke to the discovery that freedom was redefined. I awoke to a world where at first I was the only woman in a group of sexual deviants who to my way of thinking took great delight in causing me pain and distress. How I ever survived being bathed, fondled and explored by this abuser, I will never know. 

As a straight married woman who was so busy with my young family and escalating career, I knew nothing of the world of alternative lifestyles. I knew nothing of men dominating women generating intense sexual pleasure for both and a release for the women that unless you have experienced it is beyond words or at least beyond my words. Now I know that wonderful bond.

I survived my collaring and my nipple piercing humiliated and in pain, but what came next blew my mind. I even could accept my rape by him and somehow my base-being even enjoyed it, immensely enjoyed it, though at the time he could have pulled out my tongue and I would have denied my pleasure. 

The most strange and foreign aspect of the collaring which I likened to a marriage was when I walked out of the bathroom ushered by him. There lounging in the family room was the three strangers who had done the physical mutilation to my nipples. When I close my eyes, I can still see those three nude men, their shaved balls and flaccid cocks daggling against between their legs. They were gentleman, they as one stood when I walked out hand in hand with him. I could not believe nor take my eyes off their cocks as each became engorged the further I walked towards the raised bed. I twisted my neck attempting to see why they were stark naked were there other women in the room. I strained my hearing listening for the sound of any feminine voices. There were none.


I looked up at this man who insisted I call him Master with a perplexed look querying his friends state of undress afraid to give voice to the horrible thoughts that were running through my mind. A sense of doom playing up and down my spine, the fear of the unknown almost palpable. My fingers tightened around his large hand in a plea for protection.

I felt them hovering in the background closer than they were a moment ago, too close. 

To Be Continued...



Vanished Ch. 10



Without warning and I cannot identify who made the move even now, but suddenly I was dumped unceremoniously on the bed. I landed in a heap, arms and legs askew. I quickly pulled my legs together and did my best to cover my nude crotch. Nude men encircled the bed, all eyes on me, with fully erect cocks. I saw drops of precum oozing out of their cocks except for Master’s. Buddy’s was already forming a long sticky string pulled downward by gravity it became hypnotic to me. I watched it grow that is how I knew time was not standing still for no one moved for the longest time.

They moved as one, each grabbing an arm or a leg. I went rigid. “Take your hands off me, you fucking bastards.” I screamed like a shrew at them. I dug my own nails into the tender skin of my crotch in an effort to keep myself covered, later he told me I drew blood. They were so strong, too strong. With four men against one woman how could I expect to win? My head rolled side to side, teeth snapping like a snarling bitch trying to clamp onto someone’s flesh, I did not care who’s at that point. In fact, I was hoping one of those cocks would get close enough that I could amputate it. Oh how I hoped for I could taste their blood.

My Master slapped me hard across the face pulling me out of my hysteria. It felt like my head was leaving my neck. All I could do was stare at him, unbelievably stunned. Why didn’t he tell me what was planned for me? Why did he have to hit me? 

I was too stunned to cry, I lay whimpering as my hands and feet were pulled open, stretched taunt. I guess it was because I had tightened every muscle it hurt like hell. I turned my head and looked beyond them out the window centering on the vivid sunset thinking of the old saying ‘Red sky at sunset sailor’s delight.’ I thought, it would be a nice day tomorrow; I will live to see it. “I will live to see it” became my silent mantra as I retreated into myself. My body was their toy; my soul remained my own.

I felt the bed slump with the weight of the men; though remained limp, safely away. Hands moved up my arms slowly. I felt a moist hand trailing up my left leg while the large dry and calloused hand of Master scrapped up my right leg to the knee and down again to my foot. They were playing me as if they had rehearsed this scene before. I thought, surely no other woman has ever had four men rape her. Oh, how naïve I was back then.

Hands approached each nipple; I flinched as I felt the moist fat hand that had to belong to Buddy move up past my knee, moving ever upward. I shifted my gaze to the beamed ceiling now the sun had slipped behind the mountain peak. Somehow my situation seemed even more ominous now that darkness had settled in. 

Master’s dry hand continued playing with my toes quietly reciting “This little piggy….” That made the others laugh and it seemed to break their tension, the air seemed less electrified. I could feel them shift into other, possibly more comfortable positions after the tension was dissipated. The bottom of my foot was raked with Master’s nails. I couldn’t help myself; I tried. My foot involuntarily flinched, I am so ticklish that I wanted to laugh, but I was too scared and to angry to let loose with my natural melodious laugh.

These men move as one, hands massaged my breasts as Buddy’s fat fingers prodded past my nude labia. It felt so funny to actually feel the fingers on me down there, instead of having the protection of my coarse, curly hair cushioning the sensations. A shudder ran up my spine, they laughed as one. Ronnie said, “Now we have the lady’s attention.” 

With that he gave my nipple a tweak. I could feel my cunt tighten as if an electrical current ran from my nipple to some hidden place down there. Why had Joe, my husband, never had that effect on me? Our sex life had been okay but we were not obsessed with sex. Lately it had almost become a perfunctory like an old married couple doing their duty to one another on a Saturday night. Of course we both traveled a lot and were under a lot of stress, so that was to be expected with the children and everything. Wasn’t it? I asked myself.

The third man, Jimmy, fiddled over my head with a hook in the ceiling, I watched without any sense of what he was doing not understanding what the impact of his action would be on me. I was trying to understand how come if this Geoff, wanted me so badly that he kidnapped me and collared me immediately making me his; why were these other men fondling me? Why was he letting them? Why was he taking such a passive role in this whole thing? He lounged against the heavy footboard just watching running his hand up and down my leg barely touching me, never venturing above the knee.

Buddy’s exploring fingers were holding my attention but I did not let him know that, I remained stoic. He was leaning over my leg using both hands to open me up for his inspection. I wasn’t sure whether he had never seen a woman’s private parts or if he was a doctor or some kind of an expert. He was and is an expert in the female anatomy, he knows which buttons to push and just how hard to push to make his subs beg for release. But, I am getting ahead of myself.

His diversion worked I had not panicked over what the other men, Ronnie and Jimmy, were busy rigging above me. They each brought the light silver chain towards me allowing the clamps to trail across my belly sending shivers rippling through me from the cold metal. I focused on them finally. Jimmy leaned right over my face and said, “Buddy check and see how wet the slut is right now, then do it again in a couple of minutes. I bet she will trench your hand next time. She is a painslut if I ever saw one.” I could feel his spittle on my face. I wanted to slap him or spit in his face but fear held me frozen.

That quip brought uproarious laughter from all the men. Master spoke up quietly saying, “She has a wet cunt all the time, the slut.” He dipped his finger between my legs almost pushing Buddy’s hand out of the way. He held it up for all to see, and then he sucked it into his mouth, making sounds of pleasure. Our eyes met, held, he smiled.

“Suzie, go with the flow it is going to happen with your permission or without. It actually is more fun for them if you don’t give your permission.” He licked the last of my juices from the back of his hand, Buddy following his lead, soon all were tasting my juices on their fingers. Can you imagine each one had to have a feel and a taste?

“Geoff, she is a sweet tasting slut, you lucky devil.” Ronnie piped up, licking his lips.

He snuck back for seconds, “Little woman you want a taste or do you dip your fingers in your well every chance you get. I would if I had a sweet tasting honey pot like yours.” I thrashed my head back and forth trying to avoid his offering. Grabbing my chin holding my head in place, his big hand forcing my mouth open, as he shoved his slender finger into my mouth all sticky and wet, smelling like me. Our eyes met I would teach him to respect me; I bit down hard on his finger. His slap left me seeing stars; the others’ laughter rang in my ears. He whispered, “Just wait bitch, you’ll get yours.” I had a sense of rage about him that stopped me dead. I knew I had made a bad mistake.

As I was fighting to avoid tasting myself, the man named Jimmy, was attaching the chains to my nipple rings. ‘It doesn’t hurt,’ flashed through my mind, so I gave little thought to his action, my aching head had my attention.

“Give me those chains. I want to be the one to make the bitch swing.” 

Buddy piped up taking my side, “Later when she is healed you can make her swing from her tits if you want, but not now. You hear me, Ron?”

“Yeah.” He grumbled. He pulled on the chains; I watched it as it rolled over the pulley at the ceiling. The pain was immediate, radiating outward and inward, too. I arched up off the bed attempting to ease the pain. The restraints on my arms held me back. It didn’t help with Ron pushing me down also. I screamed in pain such, as I had never known.

But their laughter did me the most harm it reduced me to sobs, great gulping sobs. I wailed. I realized that these men could do absolutely anything to me and there was nothing I could do, what a horrible sinking feeling. I was totally alone.

To Be Continued...



Vanished Ch. 11



My brown nipples were suspended. I looked at them in horror as tension on the rings was causing the recent puncture wounds to elongate. I closed my eyes, I couldn’t watch. I felt ill. I felt the bed move, someone was moving. Suddenly my ass was pulled off the bed as Buddy drove into me. My eyes flew open. “NOOOOOO. No.”

“Oh man, Geoff is she hot, so tight….. very wet …. Gawd she’s juicy. She hugs my cock like I was made to fit in her. You sure she isn’t for sale? Name your price.”

It finally hit me I was a slave, a real slave I could be sold. Silently, tears bubbled out of my eyes and ran down puddling in my hair. With sad, beseeching eyes I looked at my Master. I, finally, accepted my fate. He looked at me and blew me a kiss mouthing ‘good slut.’ I could feel my lip quiver.

Try as I might I could feel twinges as my body responded to my brutal rape by Buddy. Both Ronnie and Jimmy were playing with their purple-headed cocks slick with precum. I saw a look go between them. I was convinced that if I kept my eyes on the man who had become my Master he would come to my rescue. I also knew that there was little sense to fighting their rape. I would not add to their pleasure.

Jimmy bounced off the bed and I heard the bedside table drawer open, in a flash he was back smiling down at me with a sinister smile. “Open wide, Bitch!” Ronnie helped him insert a jaw lock kind of thing that held my mouth open. “You won’t be biting off my cock, slut.” He said as he swung his leg over me settling sort of on my pulled taunt breasts. I felt like I had been kicked the pain was so intense.

I could smell him, his sticky cock jumping against my lips as he positioned himself. As he entered me Buddy was nearing his climax, I felt him going rigid and his grunts reminded me of a rooting hog. Jimmy wasted no time in driving his short fat cock deep into my mouth fortunately he was not as large as my Master’s, I thought proudly.

My body had taken over my thought processing as my orgasm escalated. Jimmy, too, was ready to come. How was I supposed to do this? Finally I just let my body go, taking over. “Hurry up, you pair of assholes. I want the bitch’s ass.” Ronnie said fingering my nipples. I felt Buddy’s hot seed blow into me and I was thankful it was the wrong time for me to get pregnant. Jimmy as if he were in a competition with Buddy rose up and drove hard into me holding his position as he grunted emptying his balls into my mouth. I gagged. He held my nose forcing me to swallow. OHHHH.

I felt them both sag, sated. I said a silent prayer asking that Ronnie drop dead where he stood, I was so afraid of him. My prayers were answered. My nipples had started to bleed from their torture and the sight of my blood seemed to bring Master to his senses. “Enough.”

“What the fuck do you mean, enough?” Ronnie shot back at him with narrowed eyes. “You have to be shittin’ me if you think I will back off now… sir.” I was surprised at the change in his attitude as Master slowly got off the bed. They stood cock to cock. Ronnie turned grumbling and disappeared out of my line of vision.

“Jimmy, get the pressure off those nipples. NOW. Buddy, get the antiseptic? …Please?” He wiped the oozing blood away with a Kleenex, so gently. Jimmy stood there looking somehow lost and guilty at the same time. “Thanks, Bud. Now leave both of you.” Soon I heard a door open and close. 

I laid there with my eyes closed as he removed the clamps and applied the cream. “You are okay.” He said taking the jaw thing out. He was so gentle as he massaged my jaws to ease the cramping. “No tears, hear.” I gulped trying to swallow my tears. I knew he was my only safety line; I had to stay in his good graces.

“Thank you, Master.” I said through my cracked lips. He smiled at me and nodded. He busied himself with the restraints not removing the cuffs as I had hoped. I pulled my arms and legs back into alignment as he disappeared into the bathroom. 

He returned with a basin of water, a towel and a glass of water. He set it on the bed, “Don’t move or I will sleep on your pallet and you can sleep in the wet bed.” He chuckled. “That’s a joke. Smile.” I gave him a weak one as he handed me the water. I guzzled it trying to erase the taste of Jimmy. He washed my tear-streaked face. 

Then he moved lower. “Open your legs.” He gently pulled aside my lips swabbing Buddy’s seeping come. I wanted to beg him to let me douche to rid myself of the foreign semen but I knew he would insist on doing it and there was no way I would allow that to happen. He patted me dry. 

“You did very well, Suzie. I am proud of you. That was the boys’ reward for helping with your collaring. We do it for each other all the time. It is just part of our fun. It is our style of shivaree. Ronnie’s pissed and you will have to make it up to him but hopefully by then you will understand things a little better.” I starred at him in disbelief. I could not believe what he was saying. How could that be? He made it sound like an everyday occurrence. Could that be?

“I will be back in a few minutes and then it is my turn, slut.” He left heading to the bathroom. 

To this day I am not sure whether he got his turn or not, the next thing I knew it was daylight and I was sleeping on his shoulder. At my first movement, he was awake and another day began, in my topsy-turvy world of being a slave.

To Be Continued...



Vanished Ch. 12



It was fortunate Master inherited money and thousands of acres from his paternal grandfather. Here he built his dream compound and concentrated on his passion. It was he and some of his friends, who built everything at this high desert mountain compound. Master owns thousands of the surrounding acres ensuring everyone’s privacy here at the compound. It is so remote his closest neighbor is over a mile away in any direction or so I have been told.

You must understand Master’s passion is not one that is generally accepted by the public. He trains women and men, too, bringing out their submissiveness. To the underground D/s culture Master Geoff is a leader and trainer of both new Dominants and submissives. Hence his need for a place well away from prying eyes. 

Once a person undertakes Master Geoff’s training, Master sees it as his sacred duty to train them to be their best and to protect them. The person must give Master Geoff total control over their body and mind. He does not take well to airheads and most do not even make it through the screening process. Most who seek Master’s training are well educated, it is just that they choose to allow someone else control of their body. These intelligent women and men make lifestyle choices relinquishing control to their Master. He successfully creates submissives and has a global market for ‘his subs’, as he always refers to them. Their Master’s who have identified their submissive traits but do not feel they bring out the best sub traits in them entrust them to my Master. Their Master’s are never disappointed in his results. It is sort of a finishing school for submissives.

Master created his club for his friends and himself and hence it developed into a thriving business. The first time I heard the term ‘club members’ was my second day and I was about to be collared. I did not even pay any attention nor think of the implications until much later because at the time men held my breasts as the third stranger was about to pierce my unanaesthetized nipples. The terror I felt still haunts me, occasionally the pain revisiting me in my nightmares. Now my nipple rings are a part of my body and when I am alone I often play with the rings making my nipples stand up straight and hard like bullets on a key ring.

You see each visiting Dom pays Master Geoff handsomely for the right to be a part of what he has created. Dominants come here to try out and acquire new subs or be able to practice their culture in a totally open manner. It is sort of a retreat where there are neither questions asked nor recriminations made about their chosen lifestyle. Master has a waiting list that is pages long with the next opening six and a half months away. Some of his closest friends have almost taken up residence with their personal subs in tow.

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Apparently Master has been a Dom all his life and by age twenty he had his first live-in sub. As a Dom he is a caring Master who seeks out people that need to totally submit. He takes his responsibilities very seriously. When I hear that I wonder just how come I am here, until I met him I certainly never thought of myself as a submissive, in fact I never even knew what the word meant, I am not even sure I had ever heard the word, it the truth be known.

Master swears that until he found me he had always made sure the novices made educated choices and that it was truly consensual. Of course as a responsible Master, he ensures everything done here in the training center is always safe and sane. 

I do now believe Master Geoff when he says his taking of me was an anomaly. I called it kidnapping. He calls it, having saved my life. I certainly would have died a horrendously horrible death within minutes if he had not rescued me from my wrecked car. You see within minutes of him pulling me unconscious from my crumpled and rolled car, it exploded into a fireball starting yet another forest fire. But for him, those flames would have consumed me. To this day I am not sure why he chose to take me as his own instead of training me and marketing me to his foreign clientele or having the good grace to return me to my family, but he took me in every sense of the word. 

Others have offered Master great sums of money for me; I blush thinking about how much he has turned down. It scares me. I must admit to sometimes daydreaming of some sheik offering him more money than he can refuse and my ownership being transferred. So far he puts his arm around protectively tucking me into his shoulder saying, “No, Suzie, is not for sale, she is my slut. However would you like to use her tonight?” At that point I could die of embarrassment and I grasp at his arm hoping he recognizes my distress. But to date no amount of pleading saves me from being shared with the other. I will tell you more about some of those nights later.

I am glad I am his and I live to please him. I feel freer now than I ever was in my previous life and back then I thought I had everything. I didn’t. Though being shared is still unsettling, however just thinking about being shared does make me wet and I spasm. I hate to admit even to myself that I like it. 

To Be Continued...



Vanished Ch. 13



My Master’s home is a rustic cabin and accompanying compound, it is modeled after the old-style log cabins but it is much larger and of course very modern. ‘The cabin’, as everyone calls it, is open concept; the kitchen area is delineated by a long island and snack bar. There is a huge bathroom that he added on just before my arrival and then a year ago he added a second floor loft with bedrooms. Until the second story was added the only bedroom was right in the central room on a raised dais, well that is still true. It was and is definitely the focal point of the room; it is still where we sleep. It is all one big room divided into defined areas by the furniture placement and strategically placed supporting beams that are architecturally and functionally situated. The overall dimensions of the place are huge and it feels even more spacious because of all the windows are sans curtains or drapes. 

Master is a perfectionist in all things and his home reflects his personality, it is masculine, functional and kept to perfection. I remember that my first take on it was Spartan but that is not the case, there is just not unnecessary clutter anywhere. Fortunately there is staff to help me keep it to his standards.

Below there is a full basement blasted out of the rock at the front of the house, the back is a walkout. Before I go any further let me try to describe as best as I can what I saw from the stairs when I was first led down there. Promise I will tell you later why I was led down there. The room is a beautifully decorated lounge albeit very masculine with heavy burgundy leather furniture separated into several conversation areas. The pool table area and the well stocked bar are the best I have ever seen. There are a couple of unusual features about the room; one is the bare rock face wall on either side of the room. The other feature I will tell you about later.

Over the pool table on brass chains from the beamed ceiling hangs an exquisite tiffany shade giving off a myriad of colors dancing across the ceiling and walls. I made a discovery during the first party I attended about that shade. It was no store bought shade. Obviously it was custom-made for Master since it is a D/s storyboard. The erotic images displayed in those sixteen panels are anatomical correct in every detail. I love having the privilege of walking around it alone, reading the pictogram, it always works its erotic magic making my juices flow then I want Master to take me so badly. I enjoy seeing the looks on the novices’ faces as they recognize its significance.

But for all of planned interior beauty it is the spectacular view beyond that captivates every visitor including me. The whole back wall is glass with two sets of French doors that on club nights are flung wide open. Thankfully lots of bug zappers keep the critters at bay, too much bare flesh to have mosquitoes, don’t you know. It is almost beyond my verbal skills to adequately describe the view. Spectacular. Gorgeous. Breathtaking. All come to mind immediately when I think about the view. You see the mountainside drops off considerably for several hundred yards through a groomed forest of tall pines. Beyond a small clearing where Gold Miner’s Creek cascades over a precipice is the reason Master chose this location. A gorgeous irregularly shaped lake is back dropped against the soaring weathered mountain peaks. It is not unusual to see families of deer or other wildlife watering down there at dawn and dusk when we are out running. I love when Master takes me down to play in the cascading cool water. Of course bathing suits are unheard of up here.

Just off to the east of the cabin’s multi-level patio is the compound woven amongst the trees; it is really a miniature resort. There are several smaller cabins housing the visiting Doms and their live-ins plus the dormitories. The first dormitory houses the trainers and staff while the second one is the compound’s centerpiece. Here the ‘in-training’ men and women, called novices live and are trained in the attached recreation center. The center is very well appointed and designed for the training of several novices simultaneously though usually there are never more than seven or eight in residence. 

It resounds with the echo of large bare hands landing on the novices’ bare asses or the swish of a riding crop reddening someone’s flesh accentuated by the novices’ moans. Perhaps later I can tell you more about this facility. I have never been to the dormitories but have spent time in each of the cabins. Those are stories in and of themselves, alas later.

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I am allowed into the compound only when I am leashed and accompanying Master. You know, it is still so strange to use those words it almost embarrasses me. However, living it is not strange at all, it just seems how it is. I am proud Master chose me as his own, that I wear his collar. I purport myself with dignity as Master’s chosen one, with my eyes downcast unless I am specifically instructed to meet his or another Dom’s eyes. I had to learn that the hard way, it did not come naturally.

To Be Continued....



Vanished Ch. 14



Master chooses my attire daily. It is never a lot and always extremely erotic. My wardrobe consists of bustiers, corsets made with whalebone that lace tight cinching my waist and push-up bras in a rainbow of colors. In matching colors, Master dresses me below the waist even more scantly, just garter belts, hose or lacey-topped stay-ups. You see I have no panties I must immediately be available to service Master’s needs. He also purchased me an array of stiletto heels in matching colors. He always tops off my lingerie with one of my capes that range from those that sweep the floor regally to ones that just barely cover my cheeks if I stand very straight walking with care. Considering this great array of erotic clothing, I seldom wear much of it, as Master prefers me total nude when we are alone except for my collar and cuffs. 

My only non-erotic ware is my collection of sports bras, socks and exercise shoes. Master and I run daily at sunrise for about three miles. What a sight I must be running along side him dressed only in my bra, shoes and socks while he is fully clad in shorts and sometimes sporting his black T-shirt emblazoned with Master Geoff’s Slave Farm in his favorite electric blue color. I wear my collar and he has the lead on it, but for the life of me I cannot understand the necessity since I have promised repeatedly that I will not run away. Master says. “It is not to keep you from escaping, it is to remind you of who controls your body.” 

In addition to doing the three-mile run I must work out another hour daily. He has a very extensive gym set up at the front of the house sandwiched between the kitchen and his office section. Over the years he has obviously invested in purchasing the best of equipment just like what I used to pay to use. I use it while Master works on his Internet-based business. I enjoy him watching me approvingly as I work hard to meet his expectations. I have grown even prouder of my body tone under Master’s tutelage. 

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It was on my tenth day here Master said, “You must always be in the best of physical shape to please me and my guests. You are expected to use that equipment here for an hour a day plus we will run daily at sun-up.” He said pointing with a nod of his head. I guess I didn’t jump up off my pallet fast enough because when he unlocked my cuffs I learned what happens when I do not jump to his beckon call. In the subsequent days I wished I had not been so tardy. Now though I leak just thinking of his discipline and the freedom that comes with it. Later that day I thought I had been plunged into hell on earth and that Master was the devil himself all because of my errant ways.

I had still been sleeping when he came to me making his proclamation. He roughly pulled me to my feet and dragged me out to run with him in the gray dawn totally nude. At first my muscles refused to cooperate as they were cramped from the tension over the prior two days plus the accident trauma. As the cool air filled my lungs I could feel the tension leave my body and my gait became nearly normal. The beauty of the terrain caused me to stumble over an exposed root as my head swiveled to and fro trying to take it all in, only the short lead master had me on kept me from going head first into the dirt. Even as it was I skinned both knees and the palm of my right hand breaking off two more red acrylic nails.

He picked me up by the upper arms; I cringed expecting a blow or at least a scalding retort. Instead he guided me to a tree stump pushing me down and kneeling before me he gently brushed the dirt and the pine needles off my knees. He did, what seemed at the time to be an absolutely uncharacteristic thing; he took his handkerchief, wet it from his water bottle and cleaned my knees. I sniffled quietly trying to calm myself as I picked at the blob of pine pitch on my hand. My undoing though was when after cleaning my hand he leaned in and kissed my palm looking up into my eyes. 

No words were spoken, I sobbed uncontrollably. How could the devil do such a kind thing? However the kindness stopped there, he let me hobble slowly back to the cabin. Looking at the outside of the cabin as I hobbled along made me rethink my initial impression of the cabin’s purpose. It is a huge stone and log edifice handsome in a rugged sort of way and obviously his permanent home.

To Be Continued...



Vanished Ch. 15



Back in the cabin, he was back to his old self; he unceremoniously took me to the bathroom for his special brand of bathing. Only this time there was a sense of urgency, a sense of brutality to his movements, he scared me as he drove the enema tube hard up into my bowels. “Ugh! Master, what have I done? Why are you so upset with me? I will gladly run with you, I love running and in the future I will be more careful. Just, please, I beg you, tell me what you are upset about?” Nothing not even a smile. I might as well as not have spoken. 

He lifted me out of the tub and vigorously dried me. Master Geoff reattached my collar and cuffs adding the anklets with the short chain. He clipped on my leash. Now he spoke, “This morning I gave you an order and you showed no emotion, no eagerness to compile, now you will learn what happens to sluts when you do not do as you are told and do it eagerly.”

“Move, Suzie.” I hobbled out of the bathroom headed for what I considered the discipline posts.

“Stop!” I froze. “Did I tell you where to go? I don’t think so and who told you can think for yourself, bitch.” I could feel his eyes boring through my back. A visible shiver ran down my back. “Left.”

“Stop.” I had not gone any more than three feet when he brought me up short with my leash. He moved around in front of me and opened another of those camouflaged doors like the one to his dressing room. My heart pounded. He removed my lead putting it back in his pocket and removing a short silver chain from his shirt pocket. Instinctively I stepped back. His hand reached out and vice-like seized my left breast and with his little finger through my nipple ring he pulled me back to him. My eyes overflowed and I gasped with the excruciating pain, but I stepped to him hurriedly. 

“Stay.” The sternness in his voice convinced me that he was in no mood to be broached. 

“Gush.” I moaned. My nipple wounds were unhealed and the pressure he was exerting made me cry. “Stop, please.” I whined like a child.

“Just hold still.” He clipped the chain onto each nipple ring and tugged. I momentarily felt my knees buckle.

“Come on,” He said as he led me down the stairs, the bottom steps were bathed in bright sunlight that helped assuage my nerves. There laid out below me was the most well appointed lounge I had ever seen, gawking I stumbled yet again and I came down hard on my right ankle landing at his feet. I love the smelled of the leather; the tannin released in the bright morning sunlight was intoxicating. That was my first glimpse of the lower lever. 

Having landed at his feet, he pulled me up by my nipple chain. Boy did that make me come up in a hurry. His large right hand squeezed my upper arm as he propelled me towards the dark recess at the front of the house. The ragged stonewalls did not make me feel any better.

It took me several seconds to realize that I was limping along side him towards a huge mirrored wall. For the first time I was able to get a real perspective of this man compared to myself. I felt insignificant. He stood me in front of it and then stepped behind me. I looked so small standing there in front of him. His arms snaked around me as he pulled me back against him nuzzling my neck. How could he be so cruel one minute and now be nuzzling me as if it was all a game of foreplay?

“Relax, Suzie, relax.” He whispered in my left ear as he nibbled on its lobe. His hands explored my mid section, neither sexual nor threatening in his movements. I could feel myself thawing. My eyes roamed investigating my surroundings in the mirror. 

Without warning he pulled downward hard on my nipple chain. I screamed, a scream of absolute pain, horrible pain it ended in a whimper, as he whispered so gently. “Close your eyes and let your body enjoy being petted, slut.”

My eyes riveted on his in the mirror. I so wanted to defy him. It would have felt so good, but another pull on my chain and I felt my knees buckle. “Nope, you don’t get out of it that easily. NOW, close your eyes and feel.”

His arms came up to my wounded throbbing breasts and he slowly massaged them. He kept nuzzling, my head involuntarily rolled the opposite way opening my neck for his ministration, he whispered, “You are such a slut, my beautiful slave. Your nipples are so hard and I bet if I put my finger in your cunt you will be dripping wet. Aren’t you?”

“I hate your guts, you bastard. My nipples are standing up because you pulled on the chain you asshole.” I spit the words out.

“Tut tut such words from such a beautiful woman.” He pushed my feet apart with his feet, making room for first one then two, forcing my legs open, wider and wider. Ensuring that my private parts were open for his exploration. I tried to remain rooted. His size won. My legs open in an inverted V. My eyes were shut tight and I tried to think only of my family not of what was happening here. I saw them in my mind. I was where he could not hurt me.

His hands massaged lower and lower, I could feel his fingers on both hands creeping between my legs. He massaged the inside of my thighs with feathers like touches on that really fine soft skin found in that vulnerable spot. My body was betraying me, no matter how much I tried to stay away in my mind. Even before his fingers crept up onto my now nude pussy lips, I knew I was lost. A soft moan escaped my tightly clasp lips. He chuckled into my ear. 

His fingers slipped deeply into my wet cunt. “You were born to be a slave, Suzie. Here taste.” His fingers traced my lips wet with my own juices. My lips parted as if they belonged to another. Greedily I sucked my own love juices off my Master’s fingers as our eyes met and held. I could have drowned in his dark brown eyes. My rapidly beating heart gave away my last vestige of defiance as the fingers of his left hand played with my clit.

To Be Continued...



Vanished Ch. 16



Breaking the spell he took my hand and pulled me into a dark room, I pulled back, afraid again. He flipped on the light switch. The room was bathed in a warm glow from the indirect lighting; it sort of had a golden cast to it. It made it seem very warm and cozy. Only low wattage spotlights strategically placed over strange looking equipment spoiled the ambiance. It terrified me. I could not name the strange looking paraphernalia. 

The walls were left natural, just the way the rock blasted out, the drill marks still evident. The room was not large and there appeared to be a bathroom off to the right, I could hear the unmistakable sound of the bubbling water in a hot tub, somewhere out of my sight. But I could not take my eyes off the scene before me.

The floor was sort of spongy, like it was covered in gymnastic mats covered in a deep burgundy. Overhead there were hooks and rings in the heavy beams and several were on rails of sorts. The walls were dotted with rings and what looked like the control arm for a clothesline. The worst of all was the high narrow black table resting on a gleaming white cabinet. There were stirrups with wide straps in place and matching straps in several spots hanging down the sides. Likely the scariest was the IV pole standing at the top corner. 

I backed away to the door. It was locked. I felt the blood drain out of my face. I collapsed to the floor. Master tangled the key from his finger, taunting me. A defeated sob escaped, as I looked into the face of the man who had claimed me.

He stood over me, his hand out. Finally as if in a trance I took his hand and he hefted me up to my feet. “Come, trust me, little one.” 

He pulled me towards a funny looking thing that was the best description I had for it. It scared the hell out of me. I wanted to run, but my legs were wooden, as wooden as the legs on the thing. He called it a horse that is not what I would have called it. He stood me beside it. “Stay.” He talked to me as he would that old flea bitten dog of his. 

I stayed, my eyes sad as I looked up at him, silently pleading for consideration. How could he have been so tender to me only minutes ago and now he was, going to, -- to what? What was he going to do to me? 

I lifted my cuffed hands to my mouth in horror brushing my wounded chained nipples. Ripples of pain ran through me settling into the center of my groin, deep into the very core of my womanhood. My hands visibly shook; my nerves were so on edge. A perplexed shadow crossed my face, how is it possible that could I feel my labia flutter in response to the pain. 

It certainly could not be the thought of what he was going to do to me that elicited the response, could it? He busied himself in the storage area of the examination table. I felt his eyes on me, I felt so vulnerable. My fight or flight response was working overtime. I wheeled on him, squaring my sagging shoulders. “No.”

He laughed.

I could feel my face burning from anger as much as embarrassment. Our eyes met, locked into a starring duel. He never moved a muscle. Time stood still. My heart pounded. My lower lip quivered, as the moment was drawn-out. 

“Yes.” He spoke the word so softly, his voice so kind that it shattered the last of my will power as if he had struck me. A single sob escaped me. I fought for control he would not win, my very being depended on me taking a stand now. “No more, Geoff. It is time I went home.”

“You are home.” He approached the horse on the opposite side with a dilido in each hand. He fit them into special brackets working as if I wasn’t even there. I was rooted. Speech was lost to me. The fight was gone out of me. 

To my horror my body was warming from the inside out. I let out a long sigh of resignation. I could feel my cunt tighten involuntarily. Surely my body was rebelling, shutting down, but even as I willed that to be true I felt moisture seeping out, no matter how tightly I held my legs.

I tried again. “Please, sir.” I whispered. “Please.”

He smiled kindly but shook his head no. “Come on put your foot up into the stirrup.” 

I heard voices or was it a television somewhere. No, we were alone or were we? I looked up at this beast, this abuser my eyes asking what I could not find the voice to ask. I turned my head in the direction of the door.

I must have been ashen, “You look like you saw a ghost.” A chuckle. 

Oh my gawd, how could I not have realized what I had been looking at. As if on a swivel I wheeled towards Master, my mouth agape. I literally felt my heart sink. My head shook no, no. I screamed. NO!

“Yup. Wave to the nice folks.” 

Why had I not realized that it was a wall-to-wall mirror? Why had the significance of it been lost on me? Why had I not realized that only because of the absolute darkness inside here had it seemed like a mirror from the outside? 

I could not go through with this. I can’t. “NOW!” he barked at me. Still all I could do was stare at the thing. My chin almost to my chest I rolled my head more than shook it. He took my nipple chain and gave it a twist. My legs buckled. He caught me. 

“Up you go, left foot in the stirrup.” He said as I left a rush of cooler air sensing others had come into the room. I just had to see. I wheeled around, my left foot mid way to the stirrup and the movement caused me to loose my balance. 

Hands reached for me, righting me, many hands grabbing me in many places. I froze. I shook them off me. My pride in the way, I valiantly put my foot in his damn stirrup, but I could not propel my right leg over as I have thousands of times onto a real horse. I stood frozen with one foot up the other a step back opening me though not giving a view to the world beyond the mirror. 

I closed my eyes saying a silent prayer. The thought of becoming the subject of a group of voyeurs was revolting, I felt my bile rise. From the other side of the thing and from behind I felt hot dry hands under my arms; I was being lifted up my right leg pulled into position. I stood jockey style over this horse of kinds. He, Master, ever the man in charge told Jimmy and Ronnie to lower me. I went rigid.

The men laughed. What were they laughing at? What did they know I didn’t? 

Master moved to my ear and whispered, “Let them lower you and I will guide you or we will leave you standing here.” As he spoke a third man, what was his name stepped in with rawhide laces. I watched as he tied my feet into the stirrups, first one then the other. 

“Imagine if we left you here, just like this. How long would it take before your knees would buckle and imagine if you fell on those, huh? Think about it, Suzie.” 

“OK have it your way.” The hands letting go as if orchestrated, I was left standing over a pair of dilidos ready to do damage to my inners if I lost my balance. 

I ripple of laughter erupted outside.

“Come back quick. Hurry, please.” I begged. Almost immediately Master was at my side, holding me. 

“Shhhhh.

You know you have ruined their fun.” I turned towards him and felt my center of gravity change and had it not been for his strength I would have been impaled on dilildos. “Wise choice, though.”

Other hands moved in, replacing his. I watched as he moved away and picked up a tube of something. He put a large dab on the ends of his fingers. I watched transfixed. My buttocks tightening as he moved towards me. He smeared the clear lubricant between my legs starting at the front. He reamed around and around my pussy, pushing ever deeper. Bringing his hand to my face, he ran his sticky wet finger under my nose and then under his own. Master took a deep breath slowing letting it out, “Ah.” Smiling he licked his fingers one at a time in his indolent manner.

My knees started wobbling from the stress of the unnatural stance. Only the willing well-placed hands kept me out of trouble. Seeing me in trouble, he efficiently put a liberal amount of lubricant around my puckered little hole. There was nothing I could do but let him explore between my cheeks, I gasp as his finger drilled into me. I attempted to pull away, only to be stayed by strong hands. 

I knew my fate was sealed. I could be seen as a whimpering weak woman, or could call on the skills that had let me work in a man’s world for years. I chose the latter; never let them see that I was anything but totally comfortable in every setting. I squared my shoulders and defiantly lifted my head and met his eyes. I gave a terse nod and smiled. I could only hope that I could handle my fate with grace. 

“She is a tiger, Geoff, can you handle her or do you want to sell her to me.” Buddy joked with Master. 

“And you think you are man enough to take her from me because I will never sell my Suzie.” He said petting my head as if I was a cherished pet. No matter how scared I was about what Geoff had masterminded for me, I instinctively knew I was better off with him than any of these other brutes. You know the old saying the devil you know is better than the one you don’t. Well I was sticking real tight with Master; he was about to find out what a good little slut I could be.

Master started my descent with a push on my shoulders then moved to make sure that the dilidos squarely entered me. All I could do was close my eyes and bite my lip; I could taste my blood as I felt the oversized invaders opening me up. A single tear ran down my face. No way would I show any of these voyeurs weakness, they were going to be disappointed, I had a plan. 

I felt the intruder push against my cervix bruising it. I breathed in deeply and let it out even slower as the longer, though more slender dilido was forced around a curve in my bowel. I closed my eyes and saw stars. I prayed, “Dear God, give me the strength to smile at these bastards, Amen.”

I turned to face the mirror and gave them a radiant smile. I looked up into the face of Master Geoff and met his eyes. “Thank you.” I whispered.

To my surprise he gave me the biggest smile and I knew it was genuine, he was proud of me. He leaned in and gave me a deep kiss, his tongue exploring my mouth. Pulling back, he whispered, “That a girl.” The unseen audience was given another treat as I wiggled my ass to show I was tough. “Thank you, Lord.” I silently said with my eyes heavenward.

In his bravado tone of voice, “We will see if you are really that tough.” He pulled me forward and fastened my wrist cuffs to a ring attached in the stone wall, pulling me off balance, stretching me forward. The pressure on my clit was unbelievable and if I moved in any way, it was even worse. The pain was excruciating, but then so was the pleasure. All I could think of was that this was just too strange for words. I could feel a climax climbing, but not peaking.

I needed to come. I needed to right now. My body was craving the release. I seemed to me stalled on the way up. Damn! 

He walked towards me, smiling. “Think you are pretty tough, my pretty.” The extra hands had quietly left the room as Master returned to me. In his right hand he carried a flail, at least I later learned that was what it was called. I thought it was a whip, how did I know any different. He brought it to show me. 

“In future, you will kiss it, but today you will learn to love it, tomorrow you will show it love.” I guess I was in shock because I didn’t think he could or would hurt me, but now I was facing even more degradation and humiliation in front of that unknown audience. Cowards are how I thought of them. He held out his own hand and brought the flail down on his left hand so hard, it whistled in the air. I silently watched. 

Stepping behind me, he wasted no time. How was I going to face this new challenge? I called on my days of meditation, choosing a sharp jut in the stone wall, I centered on it. One, two, three. He let me catch my breath and let the pain build. I could hardly believe the heat in my buttocks. He continued until I had received no less than ten strikes of this tool of pain. Number six and seven were the worst by then my nose was running, snot smearing itself across my face from my antics. My screams echoed in the small room. The onlookers were forgotten. My world was reduced to that flail, the man behind it and my body as we shared this brutal event. To my surprise the ninth and tenth were something wondrous, I was off somewhere else, off into that utopian place.

It was wondrous in the fact that my body spoke, telling me that it liked the intense pain. My body rocking on my clit, my cunt and asshole filled with vibrating plastic soared. I experienced an orgasm that just kept going and going, climbing to heights that I never thought possible. The sheen of sweat on my body made me glisten when I snuck a glimpse in the mirror. I panted and sobbed. 

Only when it was over, when my climax was waning, did I feel any discomfort. My Master came forward with a warm cloth and washed me. He gently dried my face. Then lifting my chin he gave me a tender loving kiss, slow and sensual.

Hands, not his quickly, undid my hands and feet restraints while balancing me. No one said anything. I was lifted off my invaders, a gush of female juices dripped out. My Master took me in his arms like a baby and kissed my nose. He carried my over to a cot, kneeling he laid me on my hot ass on the navy percale sheets. “Ohh.” I whimpered and rolled over on to my stomach. He covered me with a pretty quilt.

“Sleep, my slave. You served me well. Thank you.” I could feel myself drifting off into a deep dreamless sleep even before he shut the door leaving the light on.

To Be Continued...



Vanished Ch. 17



“You're an uppity bitch, aren't you? You think you can just do as you please. Even when you're told not to. You still do what you want. Haven't you learned anything yet, you slut?" My Master growled clipping his words as his eyes narrowed to slits, his nostrils flared, his lips curled cruelly. He looked like evil personified. I hated him with every fiber of my being. His breathing was fast and shallow as he grabbed me by the hair pulling me off his bed. He held me suspended by my hair as I attempted to extricate myself from his tangled afghan with cuffed wrists and ankles. 

SLAP! SLAP! My head felt like it was being detached from my body as he slapped me while still holding me by the hair. My ears rang. The tears, once again, flowed. I'd cried more in the last ten days than I ever had in my life. I was scared. I was hurt. I was so humiliated. The worst, though, was the realization that the pain and the humiliation made me so hot, so wet. It made me feel like a traitor to my husband. I wanted to feel this monster's hands bring me to life, as a sculptor does a block of clay. At that moment my body arched towards his crotch, in a pantomime of "Fuck Me." It was as if I was two people, my body had become pure slut aching for his cruel possession while my mind fought him at every step. 

You see, all I had done was curl up and take a comfy nap in his big bed wrapped up in his worn afghan. It was my first comfortable deep sleep since my kidnapping ten days ago. It was the first time he had left me in the cabin alone and I was so fatigued and his bed was so much more comfortable than my pallet. I thought I could just take short nap without him knowing. I'd rushed through my kitchen duty to carve out the time. I thoroughly expected to hear Master as he approached the door. I didn't, now I was paying. "But my pretty, I can and I will fix you, just you wait and see. Slut." Surprisingly the last word could have been a word of endearment, he said it with such tenderness. Master is an enigma.

His attempt at soothing me was wasted, I was like a she-devil awoken. My adrenaline spiked, "Ouch, you fucking bastard, let me go!!! "My cuffed hands clawed at his hand as he twisted my long hair around and around. I was sure he was pulling it out by the root. At that moment, I wished I hadn't pulled my curly auburn hair up into that high ponytail. My nails, the worse for all my woes, dug into his flesh as sharp as razors. I extracted my pound of flesh sliver by sliver. It gave me a perverted sense of pleasure to catch sight of his collection of Band-Aids. 

He had the audacity to tie me spread eagle in his frame as my punishment for taking my little nap. That wasn't enough to tickle his perverted mind he’d taken it further by carefully, meticulously winding heavy white cord around each breast until they stuck out like gross foreign appendages topped off with my gold nipple rings. At first it hadn't seemed that bad, at least I wasn't being raped, yet again. Master Geoff had stood close enough to me as he wound the cord that I could feel the warmth of his body against my nude skin. I felt his warm moist breathe against my cheek. He smelled like mint. I wondered if my breath smelled as minty to him. 

While he wrapped me, he repeatedly told me that I was his slut, his fuck toy, and his painslut. The tone of his monologue was soft, caressing but left no room for arguing, "Suzie, you're such a little slut, aren't you? I bet you begged that husband of yours to abuse you, didn't you?" I emphatically shook my head, but my gag prevented any comeback. I attempted to mentally distance myself by remembering my family, dreaming about my babies. When I failed to appropriately nod he'd flick my nipple rings instantly snapping me back to reality. My juices were leaking pretty good by the time he finished. Pain and pleasure still did not equate in my mind, but not so to my tortured body.

Once he was done wrapping he proceeded to take a series of digital pictures from every angle possible. This was the first time I was aware of being photographed. I turned my head to keep him from capturing my soul in those pictures or so I thought. "Why so shy now, pet?"

I vacantly gazed at him as his words slowly seeped into my brain. He nodded. I shook my head furiously. "No," It came out half plea and half whimper and totally unintelligible.

"Every moment since you arrived. Everywhere. Yup, even there," he explained with a toss of his head towards the bathroom door. I was frantic. I twisted this way and that attempting to discover the hidden camera lens. In my frenzy my poor breasts were forgotten for the moment. He chuckled at my antics.

Gradually I calmed down enough to feel again. The pain wasn't bad, but constant. My breasts felt as if they were on fire and freezing cold at the same time, so strange. I looked down at my grotesque breasts, all distended and an angry reddish-purple, nipples standing proudly at attention. The pain generated a deep ache that almost made me nauseous yet I felt my body spasm in response.

My eyes pleaded with him. My Master lazily leaned against the post. His head at the level of my pinioned hand so that my fingers plowed through his thick wavy hair as he rolled his head back and forth. We danced this pleasant little waltz for sometime.

Then it happened. With a little smirk, he pulled the ends of the stings he'd been toying with the other ends were wound tightly around my breasts. We watched as the string grew taunt, and started to unwind with deliberate slowness. I innocently let out a sigh of relief sure that my torture was nearing an end. Little did I realize what was coming. The strings fell to the floor, I watched them flutter down puddled on my toes. The white trenches left by the vacating cord filled with bright red blood. At first there was no additional pain then it came in waves as the pooled blood rushed out replaced with pumps of fresh blood. I closed my eyes and prayed that my heart would not pump so fast. I felt faint from the excruciating pain.

Master Geoff's laugh started as a low chuckle crescendoed in a bona fide belly laugh, "Slut, you should see yourself. You're a sight. Stop your blubbering!" I sobbed in pain. He rocked to and fro on the pillar laughing. He rolled a little too far around the post just once. In that split second as his face came under my hand I reacted. A cobra's reaction speed had nothing on me. My long nails now all broken and chipped after my accident, the horribly, rough treatment in this house of horrors combined with my continued bondage were more like weapons than my usual red manicured nails. I instinctively aimed for his eye and locked my knuckles as he turned my claws raked down his cheek. Master gasped in shock as the blood ran down his face. I could feel ribbons of his skin under my nails.

I cowered as far back as I could, deathly afraid that I had gone too far. He made a move towards me and I frantically screamed into my gag. I pleaded to him with my eyes. He pulled his hand back and I froze expecting my head to explode from his attack. Only his aim was lower. He struck my throbbing breasts, time and again. The blood dripped off his chin. "You fucking bitch, look what the hell you did. Why did you do it?" He growled at me standing almost nose to nose.

That question just about floored me. He was questioning me about why I would retaliate after my last ten days, after what he had done to me, after my piercings, after my rapes and continuing humiliation. How dare he? I knew, though I couldn't smile, my eyes were sparkling with the fire of anger and pride at the fact that I could still retaliate. Despite the fact that I was all trussed up, I felt free for the first time since I arrived.

Master has worn my mark ever since that fateful afternoon. I paid big time for my attack. I was left tied and gagged, just as I was for the next twenty-hour hours. There were no bathroom breaks nor food, though he did allow me water. I will never forget my dismay when he told me my punishment for this severe transgression, as he called it, "You fuckin' little bitch, I should sell you for doing this," he said holding his white handkerchief against my claw marks. "But that would be too painless. No, you are mine for life."

"Shit! How am I ever going to explain to the guys that I gave you the opportunity to claw me. I will be the laughing stock of the camp. You silly little bitch, say good-bye to your pretty nails." He whispered, "They're going."

I was left alone to contemplate what I had done while he attended his injuries. I could here him banging around in the bathroom and muttering to himself. I sure hoped he would take all his frustrations out on the vanity doors. I was afraid what he would do if he was still angry when he returned. I knew the moment I saw his glowering face that he was still seething. I attempted to plead with my eyes and the unintelligible grunts and groans that I emitted behind my gag. All I accomplished was to drool.

He ignored me. I never let him out of my sight. I twisted as far as I could to watch his movements. I trembled. The not knowing, I think, was the worst. He reached into the garbage and brought out a bunch of coffee stained newspapers. He approached me. I could still see the coffee grounds on the thick pile of the Sunday LA Times. I watched perplexed. Two things, he the neat freak was leaving a trail of used coffee grounds across the floor and what the hell was he going to do with them. I knew he had read it thoroughly yesterday.

"You, my little fucktoy, will be staying here for the next twenty-four hours. Yup, just like this. So I guess I better put down some papers, I don't want to have to clean up the floor too much. Are you paper trained my little pet? Do you think I should put down a plastic sheet first? I'd hate the carpet to smell like my slut's piss forever. I'll be right back."

Alone I tried to get control of myself, I was hyperventilating just thinking about being left like this for the next day. How would I sleep or eat? Sleep I might be able to do, I surmised. Eating and drinking was out. That would mean... mean I'd have to go, you know and I wasn't ever going to do that. No way. It was bad enough to be left here like this but he wouldn't win. I looked at the clock, it was five minutes to five. I watched the second hand move. It moved pretty fast. One minute. Two minutes. I decided that wasn't too bad. I could do the time. I guess I must have given a shrug just as he came back up the stairs.

He looked to see what I had been looking at, "Ah, the clock. You think it will be a cake walk. Think again." He knelt and placed what looked like an old shower curtain under my feet. He had to lift each one, I was not helping him in any way. I did lean over though to watch, my drool dripped in long stings landing on his dark curly hair. I had to smile to myself if only he knew.

Master unfolded the papers with deliberate slowness, saying, "You are no better than old Skip and I will treat you as such for the next day. You need to pee or shit then let go because you don't come down for any reason. Understand? Nod if you do." I just stared. I hadn't been a business owner for nothing I could play with the big boys and I wasn't letting him know my thoughts. He proceeded putting a thick layer of newspapers down covering, I'm guessing about a four foot square. My left foot landed on the coffee grounds and wet spot. UGH!

He repeated himself, "Do you understand?" I met his eyes in a defiant stare. He chuckled as he stood. With rapidity he struck, taking my abused nipples in his hands he twisted and twisted. He never said a word. I gasped, the pain was unbelievable. His handling of my semi-healed and swollen nipples was downright cruel. Until today he had been so solicitous about them. All that was gone. Panting, I relented furiously nodding my head. I felt so faint, my world went gray then black.

I wasn't out long, but I awoke to the most incredible, throbbing pain. He was there murmuring, "Suzie, you have to learn, you have no will. You are mine and you will do as I tell you, when I tell you. Understand?" This time I nodded immediately and kept my eyes lowered. He rubbed the salve into my now reopened wounds. I hated to admit that I liked his hands touching me, especially in this gentle manner. He really could be nice and I found his voice nearly hypnotic. I calmed down. 

He kissed my cheek and was gone. I was left alone. My only company was the clock. Darkness fell cloaking the room in deepening shadows. I could no longer see the clock, thank heavens because it was moving slower with every minute.

He jauntily stepped in carrying his dinner and sat at the table facing me. He never said a word. His silence filled the room. He rinsed his dishes and changed. I assumed he was going out. Good! He came over, took my gag off and offered me water. By now I had been gagged and suspended for four hours. I drank. I kept telling myself that I shouldn't but my body was saying drink. I drank more greedily. "Come on drink some more, you need it." I did. The gag was put back on extra tight.

He went around turning on all the lamps. I blinked in the sudden brightness. "I invited everyone up here for a special Bitch party tonight in your honor. Wasn't that nice of me?" I shook my head so furiously. He laughed.

Soon the room was full of his friends and clients and their subs, I was surprised to see that there were even a couple of male subs with an obvious dominatrix. Can you imagine my horror at being so displayed? Me standing there tied, naked on a pile of stained newspapers. I refused to keep my eyes down though I was so ashamed, but I wasn't playing his game. I made eye contact with most of the subs and they looked at me with sad eyes. It was as if they were saying that they understood how I felt. It was their way of communicating.

But, you know, there was one haughty bitch that I would have gladly scratched her eyes out. She kept laughing at me and pointing me out to her master. I hated her like I have seldom ever hated anyone. She hurt me more than the stares and the pokes and pinches the masters inflicted. But from them I expected no better. When her Master turned around, I must have visually blanched. It was none other than Ronnie.

Ronnie came up to me, "Bitch you just wait, our day is coming." He threateningly told me what he would soon do to me when I became his. I frantically looked for Master I found him. He smiled indulgently. How was I to read Master's smile? I knew he’d heard Ronnie's monologue.

Master never moved far from me, except to acquire yet more water. I shook my head no. He shook his yes. The battle of the wills was on though I knew deep down he would win, I still fought. "Drink, my pretty." I drank. My full bladder was starting to become distended, to ache. I forced myself to put the discomfort out of my mind.

Another hour went by. A young sub in a pretty fuchsia bustier arrived to cut my nails armed with a proper acrylic nail clipper. Master supervised her cutting my nails right back to the quick. She proceeded to give me a manicure applying a bright red lacquer. I had to laugh to myself for once there was no chance of smudging the polish. I gave her a garbled thanks. She smiled understanding.

Master offered more water I refused. He laughed. The room laughed. I shook. He said, "You will drink." With those simple words he sealed my fate. He held my nose and when I opened my mouth he said, "Drink or drown your choice." I drank.

My bladder was on fire I knew that I could not hold out much longer. He came back with another large glass of water, "Drink." I drank. I begged him to not make me humiliate myself further. He did. He rubbed my swollen bladder and pushed a little too hard. "Soon Suzie, soon."

I had quite a crowd around me, watching for my ultimate humiliation to take place. I closed my eyes and concentrated on just one thing, holding my urine in. The noise of the party sounded like it was far away as I concentrated. The only way I held it was one minute at a time by sheer mind over body.

Master stepped to me and just rubbed my nipples, ever so gentle. I lost my concentration. With a sob I felt the first warm trickle of urine seep out, then as if a dam broke a torrent of hot golden urine streamed down my legs. I sobbed behind my gag giving myself the hick-ups. Nearly all laughed at my predicament all except the little one who had done my nails she gave me a sad smile that made me cry even harder. The other one who refrained from sharing in the mirth at my expense was my Master. Leaning against the post, he worried his lower lip and gave me the saddest of looks. Within minutes of my degradation they started to take their leave. 

Ronnie sauntered over on his way out, "That is nothing." He was gone, I stared at his back. Master came up and stood beside me and rubbed the back of his hand across my tear trenched cheek.

I guess all my crying had tired me out. I soon felt myself dozing off. I was rudely awakened. Master was taking his heavy leather belt to my back and ass. I now wear two scars down my back where he got a little carried away. By the time he was finished, I had no tears left I only whimpered broken with the fear and the pain.

Good to his word he released me the next afternoon carrying me like a baby to the bathroom. Very gently he placed me in a tubful of lavender scented bubbles my back stung but it made the rest of me feel great. "I've a bit of a mess to clean up out there, Suzie. You just soak for a while and I'll be back to wash your hair, ok?" He kissed the top of my head and was gone. 

My transgression was never spoken of again, except in his half joking manner when I trace his scar. To this day, he has a noticeable scar running right from the outside corner of his right eye down to his mid cheek. To my Master's dismay, my claws permanently scarred him. It shows up as a white jagged path against his perennial tanned complexion.

Today I feel guilty. Often when I'm lying next to Master Geoff, I trace it, ending with my warm kiss. He rewards me with a squeeze and a quip about, "Remember, lil Suzie, just remember." His voice is low and deep, so sensuous, but the look in his eyes has a hardness that I know better than to broach. He rolls me on to my back and looms over me as he twists my nipple rings.

I have never overtly attacked my Master again. I learned a valuable lesson on that one fateful day.

To Be Continued...



Vanished Ch. 18



Master Geoff and I discovered yet another gorgeous high desert day awaiting us as we ran: it seemed as if we were running to meet the sunrise. The ink black slopes slowly took definition from the top down. The snow capped mountains were the first to meet the morning; they accepted the softest hint of pink only to have it deepened with dapples of oranges and russets highlighted with yellows and whites and shaded with grays. 

The kaleidoscope took deep dark shadows and turned them into a myriad of dark greens balanced with shades of browns and grays. You could almost see Mother Nature yawning and flexing her arms as she awoke to meet the new day. In the blink of an eye she was dressed for the day; we squinted in her sudden brightness. Everything smelled dewy fresh as if Mother had renewed herself overnight. The pine-scented air was clean and fresh, laced with natural earthy musk undertones. It energized us. We smiled at each other. Sometimes it still surprised me that I could smile.

“Sunrises were made for sharing, thanks for letting me share this one,” I said breathlessly. I laughed aloud as Master stumbled. He smiled indulgently. “Come on, race you to the big rock,” I said sprinting away. I felt young and happy.

Of course, I was properly attired for a slave slut out for a run, just expensive cross-trainers worn with fuchsia socks and matching sports bra. Master was extremely concerned about my breasts’ health, hence the bra. It really was an oxymoron because he was the first to abuse my nipples when it suited him. Oh, but he could make me wet. 

Well of course, I wore the collar and leash of a sub slave, but that went without saying.

From my first day of captivity, I’d enjoyed running with Master, it became our juxtaposition to build our relationship upon. Initially it was my only chance to be virtually unrestrained despite the fact that I was always collared and leashed. It was a most humiliating experience to realize that I sported a leash just like my dog had back home. Now I understood what my old running mate felt and it saddened me. I was not proud of my past actions. I promised myself I would never collar or leash Buster again, if I was only granted the chance to see my Saint Bernard again. 

It was worth being non-confrontational with my captor just to be able to run free and view these vistas. After all his route beat my asphalt course all to hell even if I had to wear virtually nothing. As I ran, I mused about the fact that this same sun was bathing my children. My runs were both exhilarating and bittersweet. 

It had been while on a run that Master Geoff first displayed his tender side; it was subsequent to my first bad tumble. I remember the warmth that radiated through me when Master suddenly and gently kissed my skinned palm all better. It was as if with that simple gesture he was attempting to heal my broken heart.

To my surprise, he adjusted our running regime after I’d talked about how I used to run hard one way and then walk back smelling the proverbial roses. I appreciated his caring gesture. The quiet times as we walked back became our special juncture; he actually encouraged flirtation and kibitzing as if we were two equals out on a date. Master appeared different at those times more relaxed; though I still hated him. They always say there’s only a fine line between love and hate and soon my hate battled with my heart and I hated myself for giving into his charms.

That pretty day, I knew I was actually back to my old self, my pre-accident self. I made a conscious effort to think of it only as an accident not a kidnapping because I couldn’t yet deal with the sinister connotations of my capture. I knew the moment I opened my eyes, the old me was back. All my aches and pains were gone and my nipple wounds were healed. I noticed as I quickly ran the comb through my hair before our run that my eyes were clear and sparkling again. The bags were gone, the sooty grayness erased. It seemed strange that almost overnight I was back to feeling well again, but I guess that’s how it happens sometimes.

Master Geoff must have noticed it to because he never took his eyes off me as we ran our two and a half miles. I laughed right out loud when he dropped back so he could enjoy the view of my ass cheeks flexing as I ran. I couldn’t help but give him an extra little wiggle here and there. As he ran up beside me he gave my ass the hardest slap imaginable. But for his steadying hand, I would have tumbled over my feet. He pulled me tight to his sweaty chest and he kneaded my ass. For the first time, we shared a delightful sensuous reciprocal kiss. For a moment, I almost felt his equal. Almost. I wondered if my life was about to take another twist. 

My Master was mercurial. He was the most terrifying human one moment and the most tender the next. Needless to say I walked on egg shells all the time as I attempted how to learn his moods and figure out my role. But I had discovered it wasn’t necessarily that he was moody but more he wanted to keep me off balance. He reveled in my discomfort. 

Back in the cabin he perfunctorily bathed me, his movements were economical. And though I professed to hate when he washed my privates, my body loved it. Days ago, I’d given up trying to stifle my moans of ecstasy. He always brought me to at least one climax before he was satisfied and declared my bath finished. With a flourish he’d told out a big fluffy towel to wrap me in. I loved how he pampered me.

Then it was my turn to bathe him. In all my married life I had never bathed my husband, now I bathed my captor daily. I’d discovered it was a ritual that tore down walls and created bridges where none had seemed feasible. Luckily Master’s tender mood lasted while I bathed him. I’d learned every nook and cranny of his body as I bathed him each morning. 

That morning I thought I played his body exceedingly well, as I went about my task, his cock was in a great state of distress. Only a month ago, he had to threaten me with the whip or the frame before I would comply and bathe him. Now I loved to do it and also to shampoo his hair. Master’s hair was soft brown and so very silky. He twisted one of my nipple rings as I poured the tepid rinse water over his head. He sputtered. At first I’d hated how my body responded to his brutal touches, now I looked forward to the sensations deep in my core.

Drying Master set my mouth to watering and my jaws to aching because I knew what came next. Since I always ended by drying Master’s feet, I was in the perfect position to put a smile on his face. I took his half-hard cock into my mouth and knowing that it was my masterful touch that awakened him. Master demanded that I never take my eyes off his as I brought him to his first orgasm of the day. That particular day he was almost instantly hard and eager. I could taste his precum immediately.

“What’s different about you today, Suzie?” he inquired. “You know I can’t put my finger on it, but its like you’ve come alive,” he continued as he massaged the back of my head holding me to his cock. His strong hips drove his oversized cock deep into my throat time and again. 

“UGH!” I said as I greedily sucked hard, caving my cheeks in until they hurt. I knew he was close. His movements had taken on an urgency that only meant one thing. 

I had never sucked my husband’s cock to ejaculation and when first forced to perform the act I was repulsed beyond description. My stomach rolled and rolled for hours afterward. If not, for the fact that I was tied spread eagle flat on my back I would have gleefully vomited up his semen. But my will to survive kept me from giving in to my urge, death because I aspirated didn’t seem a pleasant or viable choice. I chose to live to fight another day.

Actually I am not sure how or when it happened but I’d discovered I enjoyed taking this man’s cock deep into my mouth. I still panicked as I gagged, but I was learning. Master was gentle but unforgiving in his demands. He insisted that I learn to let his cock invade my throat. Master’s hands would hold me to his cock, but then in the most gentle, quiet voice he would coach me, “Relax, Suzie. Let yourself just go with the flow, don’t fight it and you’ll be fine. Relax, Suzie. Just relax, little one.” His one hand would rub my throat massaging my tense muscles. 

I will never forget the first time I trusted him enough not to fight when I started to gag, it was my fourth week. It was just after I’d bathed him and I was sitting on my heels at his feet. He’d tasted a little soapy at first. His soft murmurings and gentle petting helped immensely. I’m not sure whether I tipped my head back a little further and then Master stepped in closer or it was the other way around. I just know that suddenly I realized Master’s very large and very hard cock was deep in my throat and I was fighting to draw a breathe, not fighting my gag reflex.

He intuitively knew that my panic was rising as my oxygen supply was cut off. Before I could fight, he started a soft mantra, “Suzie, breathe as I pull out, don’t fight as I push in. Breathe. That’s my slave.” Master kept praising me, “Suzie, you’re a natural born cock sucker, you know?” I felt a warm glow searing through me as he heaped praise on me, “Suzie you make me the happiest man alive.” 

I gurgled. My eyes, I guess, sparkled or at least he said they did, I later attempted to tell him that it was just because of my tears, but he swore it wasn’t the case. I guess that was the beginning of me recognizing that when I thought of sucking his cock my mouth watered and my jaws ache. 

It didn’t take me long to develop a taste for Master’s hot semen. His thick stringy come tasted like nothing I’d ever tasted before. Master’s unique musk permeated his viscous slime. It had an underlying saltiness to it while the viscosity of it seemed to coat my tongue leaving an aftertaste like a fine wine. Embarrassed by the strings of my spittle and his come that kept us united he vacated my mouth. To me it seemed my fault plus it just seemed gross. Master laughed at my awkward attempts to cut the toffee-like strings inconspicuously. 

To Be Continued...



Vanished Ch. 19



“Today I have a special treat for you, little one just for you being such a good cock sucker. Would you like a treat?” he asked cradling my cheek gently in his big hand.

Still kneeling, “Oh yes, Master. Are you taking me to town?” 

“Come, let me dress you. You haven’t even seen the beautiful clothes I had custom made for you.”

“How’d you do that, you don’t know my measurements?” I inquired with a puzzled look on my face. I was used to having clothes custom made and I knew it took measurements and lots of fittings to achieve that perfect look. “Did you save some of my old clothes?”

“No. Let’s have a look and see how you like them.”

I was excited about the prospect of actually wearing clothes again after weeks of being kept nude at all times. I couldn’t hide my big smile as I let him lead me into the central room. The room was flooded with warm mid-morning sunshine that added to the room’s country charm.

Master pushed on what appeared to be just another log, but a door sprung open. A rainbow of colors came into view as the sun reached in and touched my new clothes. There were reds, yellows, blues, a beautiful deep blue almost a midnight blue and a brilliant emerald green. The garments all looked as if they were made of nothing more than tissue paper thin wisps of gossamer. A sunbeam tinged the rack full of clothes with iridescence.

But I was looking for clothes. You know the type that I had worn before, tailored suits, sweaters and slacks with lots of pretty blouses in an array of colors like these and of course my beloved jeans. My mouth fell open, slack-jawed in disappointment. I looked up into my Master’s face. His was delighted and animated while mine was taking on that pasty look as shock set in again. I whispered, “You said, clothes….?” 

We watched the disappointment slide across the other’s face, each for our own reasons. My bottom lip quivered as I fought to control my disappointment. I could feel my eyes bubbling with tears, though none spilled out. He hid his better; it was just a fleeting shadow that darkened his good looks. It made me afraid.

“You said….,” I said with my chin tucked into my chest. I couldn’t look at him. I knew he’d win. Quietly I sniffled, with my thumb and forefinger stemmed the tears as I squeezed my eyes shut. 

“Slave, when will you learn? It’s not about what you want. I will dress you anyway I desire and you can like them or not, but hear this. You will wear them!” he said. He almost spit the words out at me. Spittle showered me. 

The rebel in me surfaced, “You said … I thought you meant … town ….. You don’t expect me to go to town dressed like this do you?” I had secret plans for when I arrived in town and they meant police and going home. Ever since he had mentioned clothes my head had been swirling with plots and counterplots. It would just take one trip to some town and I would be out of here. But I knew that meant real clothes, and these just didn’t count.

“You silly little fool, who said anything about town? … You, did not me.”

In a daring move I looked him square in the eye and as I haughtily as I dared, said, “But you didn’t disagree, so I thought,” He laughed in my face. It was a stand off, I may be learning some of his lessons but that didn’t include how to back down. I knew I should apologize but I couldn’t get the words to do more than loosely form in my mind. My lips remained sealed.

Finally Master ended my reign of defiance, by choosing a short emerald green outfit and matching high heels. “Come over here I want to dress you, little one,” taking my hand he pulled me over to the chair and unceremoniously pushed me into it, only to say, “No stand up for minute.”

I wanted with all my heart to snap, “Make up your mind!” Better judgment won. With an all-telling sigh of resignation I stood. My arms folded across my chest were my last stand. Stubborn, defiant and tenacious were words that everyone used to define me and I would not let his Polly Anna transformation go smoothly.

“You li'l she-devil,” he whispered with a deep frown worrying his brow. I wasn’t sure what he meant. The words were anything but endearments, but his tone made they seem like they were. 

“Hold your arms out.” He deftly slipped an emerald green strapless corset around my waist and slid it up under my breasts. “Take a deep breath and let it all out, like this,” he said demonstrating the technique.

“Then you wear the damn thing, if you know how to do it.” Talk about pushing it, I was going to the nth degree.

“NOW!” I hadn’t known he could speak so sharply or so loudly. But I knew now. Boy, did I acquiesce quickly. With that one word I decided that maybe I had pushed the envelope about as far as I dared for now. I slowly took in as much air as my lungs would hold then, I pushed it out all the way.

He quickly and expertly did up the hooks of the corset up then pulled the laces even tighter. I panted trying to pull in air. “Oh for heavens sake, just take little breaths you won’t die,” he sarcastically said. 

“Easy for you to say,” I said in a soft whisper. I hadn’t thought he’d be able to hear me.

“Yup, it took no effort at all,” he said as patted my check like an errant child.

Looking down it was as it I was wearing nothing, well not quite nothing, but close. There were side pieces that pushed all of my breasts out front but there was only a tray-like contraption holding them up. He manhandled my breasts until they looked like they were ready for presentation. His hands felt dry and hot as he manipulated my breasts. As he bent close to me I could smell his cologne and I knew I was melting.

“Sit.”

It was such a strange experience to have a man put hose on me but he seemed to know what he was doing. And fortunately they were nude not emerald green or I would have been the jolly green giant or the little leprechaun depending on how you looked at such things. Next came the same green shoes. Now they were high heels. I hadn’t worn any that high since my college dates when I was out to impress would-be husbands. 

I took his hand and wobbly stood on these stilettos. For the first time, I looked him eye to eye and it gave me a perverse sense of accomplishment. I suppose some would say I was sicko to feel like that, but that’s how I felt.

“Now go and put your make up on correctly and brush your beautiful hair.”

Expertly I applied it making sure it enhanced the outfit. The final touch was a deep earthy wine colored lipstick that suited my skin as well as the green. Then I brushed my long curly hair until it flowed over my back like a river of burnished copper. Master came forward with the gossamer cape as I lifted my hair. With a shake of my head my auburn hair settled back into place. 

Then it hit me. the cape was short. I mean short. If I stood very straight and still it covered my ass cheeks and my mound. You didn’t need to be a rocket scientist to know that when I walked my ass would hang out and with each step the cape would give a flash of my nude pussy. Now I knew for sure we weren’t off to town, not dressed like this.

“Come on.” He took my hand. As I walked away I couldn’t help but peek over my shoulder at the vision I made. I smiled to myself. Master whispered in my ear, “Beautiful, and all mine.”

Remember the stairs I fell down, well now he was expected me to navigate them in these grossly high heels. I couldn’t do it in bare feet, how would I manage now on my five inch stilts. “Hell.” I held on to Master with such a death grip that he actually winced.

The rich smell of the leather furniture permeated the club room. Its cool gloom in direct juxtaposition with the warm sunniness upstairs. Remembering the last time I was down here I glanced towards the back and shuddered at the thought of my horse ride. I said a silent pray when Master led the way towards the French doors. I couldn’t help but look up at the erotic story board lamp shade. Between the memories of the mirrored room and the story told in glass, I felt my dewiness grow to plain out wetness.

“Master…” I said hanging back as he held the door for me. “Please, don’t.”

“Suzie your subjects await you.”

Stepping into the sunlight, I stopped squinting, blinded by the brightness. “Huh?”

“Well, I’m king cat around here and you belong to me, so I guess that makes you queen pussy, as I see it,” he chuckled at his pun. I looked out into the village square with its large pool and its apron all decked out in deep forest green umbrellas and matching wooden furniture. I felt as if I was being watched. I wheeled trying to spy them. I knew I was being paranoid.

Really it was a lovely setting and someone had done a lot of planning. Each log cabin was tucked away between rocky outcrops ensuring privacy for everyone. As we walked past the first cabin, I saw a curtain fall back into place. I decided that they were expecting me and they wanted to see what Master Geoff had taken as his own.

“Your subjects,” he said nonchalantly.

“Get real.”

“Seriously think about it, your mine and I’m king cat around here seriously. That makes you queen kitty or princess pussy as you wish.” He gave me a mock bow.

“Stop that.” I just had to test out my reasoning, “Is that why the women seem too like me but I the other night I felt a certain smugness among them when you were forcing me to drink?” “I would hope not, but you may be right. There was one little gal here who I was thinking of purchasing before you landed in my life,” he shared with a twinge of regret.

“Hey, if you want her, I’ll gladly take my leave. I have a family missing me and you can have your little tart.”

He drove a stake into my heart with his retort, “Are you sure they miss you?” 

“You bastard!” I screamed at him. I knew I sounded like a shrew, but I didn’t care. Suddenly it was as if all the sunniness had faded out of the day.

It was as if had goaded me into my outburst to announce our arrival. Masters and their subs started to come out to stand in front of their cabins. Master Geoff insisted we go and speak to every single one of them. He and his friends talked about me as if I wasn’t there. He told and retold first one then the next about how upset I was over my wardrobe. Even the other subs laughed at my discomfort, only that nice one from the other night appeared uncomfortable with how my day was going.

With every step my cape floated open, and my nude pubis winked. The people, subs, masters and the hired help all were watching me be paraded like a prize cow through this private village. There was enough of a wind racing up the valley that it kissed my labia and tantalizingly lifted my cape. The combination was electric. I couldn’t ever remember wanting or needing to be fucked so badly. 

Being the good sub, I asked permission to speak, “Master, may I speak.” Master and his buddy Ed were in a tete-a-tete. He nodded ignored me. I knew better than push it.

My feet ached. My calf muscles burned from the unnatural strain, but still we proceeded. At each cabin I leaned on Master’s arm more and more. At the farthest point, I gazed back up at the large cabin and realized that I now thought of it as my home and it was a long walk back. I hoped Master would let me take my shoes off. I fervently wished I was back there in the safety of my sunny room with all its quirky routine. 

“Let’s visit the training center. I think you likely should spend some time down here and it just might help you to see how the trainers work their magic,” he said as we approached the largest building and the newest too. As we neared the double screen door, I heard the whistle of a whip and the air was suddenly filled with an inhuman scream that suddenly seemed to be muffled. I stopped dead in my tracks, rooted in mid step.

I knew there were others following us and their presence took on a sinister air. But pride be damned I was not going in there under any circumstances. “Please, sir?!” I begged deprecatingly.

I heard Ronnie’s whiney voice challenging Master’s ability to break me and I knew that male honor was now in play. It was obvious even to me that Ronnie’s snide remarks were sealing my fate. It was no longer my choice or even Master’s, there were bigger pieces to this puzzle. Master was going to have to make an example of me, if his reputation as trainer extraordinaire was going to preserved. I wheeled on Ronnie with fire in my eyes and murder in my heart. 

“Leave me the fuck alone, you asshole,” I hissed at the little weasel. I hated that man. The others Ed and Jimmy I was neutral about, but Ronnie had no redeeming features as far as I was concerned. 

To add insult to injury I offered my sympathy to Ronnie’s newest sub. Her name was Amanda and I’d heard Master say she was a divorcee who was only twenty three and she was the youngest person in the camp. “Hello, Amanda, I’m Suzie. Nice to meet you and let me give you a piece of advice.” I said sweetly. “I know you have only been here a couple of days, but leave. He’s a fuckin’ pig! Get out of here before he can hurt you. Ronnie is bad news.” I watched delightedly as Ronnie nearly went berserk at the nerve of another’s sub. 

I was beyond caring. Master grabbed my arms and shook me like a rag doll, then he slapped he hard across the face. Finally I calmed down. “Remember your place, you little slut.”

“Ronnie what can I say, she’s just a slut in training,” he said trying to appease his client.

Pushing me towards the door he hissed, “March, do not say a word or you may find yourself needing to learn a new language as you take up residency on the other side of the ocean.”

To Be Continued...



Vanished Ch. 20



In a daze, I stared at Master Geoff with a broken spirit look, while I awkwardly massaged my wounded cheek with cuffed hands. I realized I'd sport finger-like bruises for at least a week. In my mind's eye, I visualized the stark-white indentations his hand had imparted on my smooth skin. I anticipated that the would-be bruise was already taking on blue shadows that'd quickly metamorphose into an ugly purple, edging towards a frightful black, before it slowly ebbed to hues of yellow. 

With my initial outburst, the jungle drums had quickly spread the word and all activity in the village had halted. They'd come running, no one was about to skip this event. Everyone hovered in a tight knot scrutinizing us, waiting, as I squared off against Ronnie vicariously through his new sub. It wasn't her fault; but she, I could verbally assault. The crowd'd come for the entertainment. It was a first. A sub, and a new one at that, dressing down a Master, though overtly. To heighten the drama, I was the owner's kidnapped slave and for many it was the first time they laid eyes on me. It was a display to behold, one that would become folk-lore.

The horde, especially the Master's, knew an infraction of this magnitude carried huge consequences. They realized Master had to punish the behavior by publicly inflicting pain and humiliation. Everyone knew, even the newest acquired initiate recognized better than I, what was about to happen to me. Master Geoff's anger was palpable. Unfortunately, I was the focal point of his anger. 

My mouthing-off had landed me in trouble yet again. Even as a child, most of my troubles started with my inability to control my mouth. While my new life was changing many habits, Master had yet to reinvent my innate personality faults. He was determined to recreate me into his style of slut and our battles were furious. Now though, with my actions I'd forced him to publicly teach me the error of my ways. His reputation depended on it.

My hot face boiled with humiliation, marred only by his hand’s imprint. If it's humanly possible, my eyes shot flames straight at Ronnie and Master. I’m not sure who I was angrier with, Ronnie for being Ronnie, or Master for landing me in this terrible situation. I was like a woman possessed. All my emotions that I’d pent up since my captivity burst to the surface, like a submarine blowing its tanks in a race to emerge from the inky depths of the sea. I’d taken on a shrew-like voice and even it was reduced to sputters. I was so angry. 

"Suzie! Suzie! Stop!" Master furiously said, his voice laced with a tinge of pleading. Master's fingers dug into my upper arms with unbelievable force. I caught his movement at the last second. My cuffed hands flew up in self-defense. In a sliding move, he single handedly grabbed up held wrists pushing them downward. Against his superior strength, I felt my biceps strain in their losing battle. "STOP!" In an offensive action, he jerked back his arm, then, Master swung striking my other cheek with tremendous force. I was sure my jaw shattered. Stars burst behind my closed eyelids a second before I blacked out. 

Shaking my head, groaning, I regained consciousness. I realized only milliseconds had elapsed as I was still pinioned upright by Master's hands. "OW! You're nails are hurting me. Please," I whimpered barely audible. The throbbing of his opened-handed punch or the ringing in my ears had not yet registered in my brain. I was in shock. Then the shakes started.

My lips quivered as tears rolled down my face. Oh, how I wished I could quell my crying. My tears defeated the strength of character I'd displayed. I felt weak when I cried. The snot smeared across my face was the most embarrassing. I'd have given anything to have fallen through a crack in the rock where I stood. Pride made me meet Master, eye to eye. I dared him to strike me again. It was a match, one I knew he could not allow me to win, but the unspoken battle was fought anyway.

My lips formed the words, "Please, Master, please," but they remained unspoken. I glanced up toward his cabin, my home, hoping he’d understand my plea. Silently I prayed he'd march me back to the privacy of his cabin and mete out my punishment. Anything, no matter how perverse if done in privacy, I would gladly withstand. But this public dressing-down was too much.

Gazing out over his clients, he ignored my silent plea. The throng was so quiet, you could hear the Ponderosa pine needles landing softly on the bare rock, where I stood. He hissed, "You push me to my limits, woman." For my ears only, he added, "I love you 'n' hate you. You certainly know how to push my buttons, you she-devil." 

With his words, I felt as if he'd wrapped his strong arms around me. I believed myself to be safe. "I know," I mimed. 

For the benefit of the others, "Suzie, you slut! You'll pay! We were goin' watch the training. Not now! You've just become the trainee for at least the balance of the day," he said vehemently. "You'll rue this day."

"Now, for the last time, march!" he said, his voice gaining in volume and strength as he clipped out each word.

Shaking off his hand, I squared my shoulders and proudly approached the double screened-doors. As I reached for the door handle my cape was caught by a strong gust of wind that ruffled it about my buttocks. It tickled. Its outward blast bared my breasts. The only upside was the gawkers were behind me. The downside was my bare ass was on view to all. Wolf whistles let me know at least some of the crowd appreciated my assets. I couldn't help but stand a little taller. I smiled. 

Master laughed, he’d seen my smile. 

Ronnie, the nosey bastard inquired, "What's so funny, Geoff? Ya got big plans for your fuckin' slut?" I wheeled holding the door open. My eyes narrowed to slits, my nostrils flared, as I fought for control. I knew attacking Ronnie would accomplish nothing and only add to my punishment, but it didn't stop me from fervently wishing I could scratch his eyes out.

I battled with myself, but I managed control. I met and held Master's eyes as I said softly in a wispy voice, "Master Geoff, please correct my behavior, sir." Gracefully, I turned and in a fluid move walked into my fate giving my audience an extra wiggle of my almost bare ass.

I let the door slam behind me. I stopped statue-still and waited in the center of the large rectangular room, not sure what to expect. From the dark recesses, a low guttural groan tore me out of my reverie of self-pity. Pirouetting, I glimpsed a darker shadow in the far corner. The moaning shadow seemed to fill my view. I recognized it, as a glimpse of myself.

With my arms wrapped around my chest in the universal symbol of being chilled or self-love, I wandered toward a sun-filled square. Standing at the French doors in the sun, I felt better, safer. The view was spectacular. A strong breeze blew up the valley whipping my cape. My nipples responded to its brisk kiss. Standing at attention, they begged for more. My cape billowed like Superman's, even matching in color. I looked up the near ridge bathed in the early afternoon sunlight and there on a rocky outcrop lay a large mother wild cat of some kind with two of the cutest bundles of fluff rollicking over and around her. 

The scene made me think of my babies. A lone tear spilled, as my heart convulsed. Only a sharp intake of breath saved me from sobbing at my loss and untenable predicament. There was no way I could give into my grief. This was not the time for introspection. I understood, that again tonight, in the dark, I'd grieve. How long would the grief last? How long would I live? I knew that was the only real answer.

It was Master's laugh that brought me back to the present. I didn't hear what'd made him laugh. But later that night, as Ed's Camille washed my snotty face, she gleefully shared the episode with me. Apparently, Master'd walked up to Ronnie and standing toe to toe, his face contorted in anguish, remarked pointedly, "Suzie's more woman than you could ever handle, let alone appreciate, Ronnie. Remember she's mine and that puts her on the top of the food chain around here. Do you - get my point?" 

Hearing a commotion, I glanced over my shoulder, in time to see the other Doms fight to open the door for Master, as if he was a celebrity. I just shook my head saying to myself, "Sad."

I turned back to watch the cubs. As Master purposely strode across the room my back tingled in anticipation of his touch. Fear rippled through me, followed by desire for the feel of his hands repossessing what he had already claimed. Master stood directly behind me, close enough that his heat waves danced upon my back. 

Taking me by the shoulders, Master Geoff turned me like a top. I nibbled on my lower lip worrying a piece of chapped skin loose. The sharp sting combined with a definite metallic taste let me know I’d tugged too hard. I furiously lapped at it hoping to stem the oozing blood. 

Master closed the gap. He sucked on my lower lip. I attempted to push him off. Stepping back, holding me at arm's length, he said, "Suzie, there is nothing of yours that is not mine." I scowled shaking my head in disgust, not understanding how he could do such a thing. 

His hands crept into my hair, mussing, tugging, and tangling it as he lovingly drew me into his arms. I was totally thrown by his gentleness when I'd expected to suffer his wrath. He nibbled on my earlobe whispering, "I don't want to hurt you, so please, please, do not fight me. OK." I nodded as he claimed my lips in a deep sensuous kiss. My mouth opened to accept his tongue’s probing.

My body couldn't resist his touch, though my mind still sought to in the worst way. My anger ebbed away, replaced by my escalating desire. It succeeded and my body's response was immediate. I clung to him, as I'd never clung to my husband. I tugged his head down locking us even tighter. At that moment, I needed him in the basest manner possible. I recognized that I'd walk through fires, if the end result was our coupling.

"Good girl," he whispered, as if he'd read my thoughts and emotions. 

Over his shoulder, I superciliously surveyed the tools of my up-coming punishment. I would let no one witness my terror. I realized that if I was to remain my Master's, I had to act regally and accept my training in a manner that would set me above the others. I was sure Master would appreciate my efforts. The most worrisome was, could I endure it. It may be called training here, but the rest of the world labeled it abuse.

When he realized he’d lost my attention, he gave me a chilling smile accompanied by a curt nod. "See her," he said pointing over my right shoulder. 

I turned sadly acknowledging the sight. Glancing into the shadowed corner, I peeked at the poor soul who gave another mournful groan at our attention. "Come on, let's visit her," he said taking my hand. With hesitant steps, I complied, recognizing I was looking into the face of my future. I suddenly halted about six feet away, as if I’d become stone. My eyes were glued on the puddle below her. Master squeezed my arm, "Come on, Lindy won't bite." I resisted. 

Coming nose to nose, he barked, "NOW!" His eyes took on a hard look, a fine spray of spittle showered me. 

I let him propel me. Every muscle in my body ached with the tension. Even breathing was more than what my body wanted to do. We ducked under the heavy wooden frame. He positioned me beside her chest under her outstretched arm. She was suspended horizontally about at my waist height. With the kindest of voices, Master Geoff asked about her care, "Lindy, you OK, little one?" She sort of nodded but her movements were very restricted.

Poor Lindy was cuffed and stretched wide open within the heavy wooden frame. On her head, she wore a ball gag, as well as an auxiliary harness that was rigged with a D-ring. Chain clamped her tightly to the head of the frame. All that was scary enough, but the worst, I think, was the large vibrator that had telescoped out of the bottom of the frame and was wedged into her nude pussy. It seemed such an invasion of her privacy to be fucked by an oversized plastic cock for all the world to see. 

My Master’s hand ran up her meaty-thigh to her belly button, circling it, then down the far thigh as far as he could comfortably reach. Lindy's legs were pried wide-open at an exaggerated angle. It appeared Master didn't want to lean into her or add any additional weight that would just aggravate her predicament. She attempted to lift her hips as his fingers came tantalizingly close to her nude mound. When he disregarded her female invitation, she groaned loudly. "Shhh, little one. Soon," he murmured.

Master's fingers trailed up her white skin. It rippled under his touch. Until this point, he'd held me in place with one hand, now he let go. He had another use for his hand. Taking each of her ponderous breasts he squeezed hard, indenting her flesh. The rig suspending her nipples appeared to be drawn up as tight as a guitar string. Kneading her fleshy breasts, he milked her. Poor Lindy wiggled in her restraints, but little movements were the extent of her flexibility. Suddenly, without warning he tweaked the tip her elongated suspended nipples like you would a crokinole game-man. Her pale blue eyes widened in shock. Every muscle in her body twitched, she screamed behind the huge red ball gag. It sounded more like a strangled gurgle than a scream, but I recognized the sound. Recently, I, too, had made similar noises.

Master chuckled, as did others behind me. That was the first I realized the villagers had crowded into the room. Though large, the room wasn't designed to hold everyone with all the equipment. There was standing room only. The Doms, including one Dominatrix, gave deep belly laughs at poor Lindy's distress. The subs nervously giggled a chorus of strangled no's. Me, I involuntarily screamed, "No-o-o!" Repulsed I stepped back. 

In many mixed crowds, the women congregate on one side and the men on the other; not so with this bunch. Here the subs, woman or man, stood obediently next their Master. Once the involuntary reactions subsided, most subs lovingly looked up at their Dom, including me. Strange, I had to admit the term lovingly, suited my gaze also. A warm glow spread through me. The room reeked of female arousal.

I whispered, stepping closer, "Shhh, Lindy baby, you're OK." I angled my head, so we made eye contact, which was a little awkward, as she wore blinders. 

Her Master, Kevin, stood quietly on the other side, possessively massaging her outstretched bicep. "Lindy, you ready to behave now?" He mussed the straggly gray hair that sprouted through the harness. He gently kissed her tear streaked cheek. 

To my surprise, she shook her head no. The room laughed. I stared perplexed. Master hooted, as he lightly tweaked my right tit. “Remember," he whispered kissing my hair.

"Huh?"

"Watch," was all he said.

"Kevin, how long has she been like this?" Master conversationally asked. "Her nipples appear as if you haven't been watching her closely enough. You don't want to damage your property, now do you?" 

Kevin was standing admiring his sub, not really giving any visible sign of listening to Master Geoff. I watched as my Master's face darkened, "Kevin!"

"I heard ya."

"I said, how long?"

"Well, she," he said pointing directly at me, "interfered with all her carryings-on." Master's darkened face grew almost horrific when Kevin made reference to me. 

In a deep guttural timbre, every syllable enunciated, "No more! You know the rules. Cut her down." I guess Kevin didn't move as quickly as Master desired, for he bellowed, "NOW!"

Kevin literally jumped. Still he tenderly removed her gag, affectionately wiping spittle off where she’d drooled. He seemed so gentle with her, so doting. Kissing her, he slid his hands on to her breasts. As he straightened, she smiled up at her master trustingly. Simultaneously, he released the nipple clamps. Lindy screamed, it echoed; she thrashed about in immediate anguish, as blood rushed back into her jeweled nipples. Fear, hatred, arousal danced across her wide eyes. 

I was embarrassed to be watching something this bizarre. Several people guffawed, female voices whimpered in sympathy. 

Baring my ass, Master's hand slithered up under my cape. I felt the color rising in my face. His other hand massaged first one then my other breast gently twisting my nipple rings. Murmuring against my wavy hair, he asked nonchalantly, "Does this excite you, pet?" 

I wished I could say no. I said nothing. I closed my legs a little tighter, hoping to stem the flow I knew was oozing out. I could only hope, nobody noticed. Wiggling his hand between my legs, he tested me. My legs reluctantly unlocked. He brought his finger to his mouth and sucked my essence. 

Fascinated, I watched Master Kevin press a button on the wall. A motor whirred. The frame slowly pivoted positioning Lindy upright. Moving in front of her, Kevin removed the head harness and blinders. His hands tantalized her clit while he kissed her deeply. She moaned, this time in ecstasy. Her hips rocked forward crying out for more. Master Geoff balanced her while her master undid the quick-release chains. As she eased down, her taut muscles were slow to respond. The plastic cock still embedded was driven in even deeper. Her hips rotated happily. Now, I understood why she’d said she wasn’t ready to behave, she liked the invading phallus.

Lindy spoke hoarsely, her dry throat causing her voice to crack, "Master, may I keep it?" The quiet room erupted in laughter. One of the trainers, a graying man, stepped in and pushed a button on the telescope. I'm sure every eye in the room, except maybe Lindy's scrutinized the trespasser, as it slowly retreated. Steady streams of female juices copiously streamed down her legs.

"No, Lindy, I have something else that you'll like better," he said rubbing his growing bulge thrusting his hips in a pantomime of fucking. She smiled, her dry lips cracked, bleeding. She looked to be in pain as she willed her body to move; her outstretched hands reached for his crotch. Chafing his bulge, genie-like, she proceeded as if it was the most natural thing in the world to publicly touch a man's cock. What came next, floored me!

Lindy knelt, he helped her balance as she awkwardly sank. I could tell that every movement was agony, but she never complained. She sucked in her cheeks. My guess was that she bit her cheeks seeking a rush of salvia. Successful, she licked her parched lips. She unzipped Kevin’s hiker style shorts. He wore no boxers nor briefs. Curly salt and pepper hair sprung out. She buried her face into the wiry mass. I recognized she was inhaling his musk. My mouth watered at the very thought. Devotedly, she attempted to extricate his hardened cock. It was impossible.

I gazed up at Kevin's face, it was pained. 

Ronnie, the big mouth, hollered, "For gawd's sake, just drop your drawers." He guffawed uproariously. Several others joined in, including some of the submissives. I didn't know where to look, but I wasn't going to watch poor Lindy be humiliated like this. Instead, I stared, as the trainer washed the floor where Lindy's juices had puddled. No wonder the place was so spotlessly clean, he actually scrubbed the floor on his hands and knees with disinfectant. 

Master seized my hand, bringing me back to the scene. He positioned it on his burgeoning crotch. I yanked my hand away, humiliated. "Suzie, do you have to fight me on absolutely everything?" he said exasperated. "Come on, just feel me. I won't make you suck me in public yet." My head flew up fast enough to give myself a whiplash. Our eyes met. They held, neither backing down. He smiled gently, chuckling lightheartedly. The crisis passed, but I appreciated that though I had out stared him, he’d won.




Vanished Ch. 20



"Oh Master, please don't ever make me do that, please."

"You may surprise yourself someday, my dear. Kevin didn't make Lindy do it. Now did he?" I shook my head. "Watch, you may learn something." I gave in and observed. Kevin stood with his khakis pooled around his ankles and his red T tucked up into his armpits. He looked pretty silly. I couldn't help but smile. My Master had such a fantastic body and this shortish man was the epitome of a couch potato. His appearance sort of grossed me out. Poor Lindy. But I had to acknowledge that she was a little more rounded than buxom herself. 

Lindy's gagging brought me out of my comparative reverie. She slurped, gagged and her cheeks caved in as she yanked back off his bulbous purple head. They made a popping sound as his cock accidentally slithered out of her mouth. Kevin's cock jumped. A string of precum united them. Lindy attempted to retrieve his large hard cock, not as big as Master though, with her mouth. Her gyrations reminded me of my husband. He would get that same look on his face and move in the same manner when I teased him with a chocolate. 

She trapped his cock between her wet lips. Kevin made sure it wouldn't happen again. He grabbed hold of her hair wrapping it around his fingers. He changed the dynamics from blowjob to mouth fuck. Poor Lindy gagged. He pumped. She gagged. Tears streamed down her face. He grunted. When he pulled her onto his large cock, it was hard, fast and driven to his maximum depth. Her nails dug into his ass cheeks, as she went along for the ride. He stole her will.

Watching his face, I recognized when he was ready. Kevin drove into her mouth and held firm. With little thrusts he emptied his balls into her throat. It backed up into her mouth and oozed out. Finished, he let go of her hair. He pushed her away. The way he acted, it reminded me of someone discarding an unwanted thing, and I stared at him disgustedly. Poor Lindy.

She settled back on her heels, a long cummy-string maintained their coupling. The stringy blob fell on to her generous breast. It slowly trickled toward her right nipple. She deferentially gazed up at her Master and giving him a big cum drenched smile.

I hadn’t even realize that I was bucking on Master's fingers which were buried deep into my wet pussy, until he commented, "You're wet, my sweet slut." I leaned back against him letting him take my weight. He brought me to my climax with just a couple of additional hard plunges. My hand involuntarily spasmed around his clothed cock as my dripping pussy convulsed around his fingers. What had become of my sense of respectability?

Through an euphoric fog, I watched Master Kevin do up his belt. He turned and walked away. Lindy stiffly rose to her feet, hobbling after him still nude. The crowd cheered and whistled for the couple. He waited impatiently at the door for her. Surveying the crowd, I noticed one other sub finishing off her Master's cock, as he leaned back into the far corner.

"Suzie, Kevin and Lindy've been married for thirty years today. They come here every year for their anniversary," Master matter-of-factly informed me.

I gazed at them with new understanding and respect of their relationship. "Like, for always?"

"So I understand. His oversight on her nipple suspension though will cost him an extra five hundred, but he can afford it."

"Is-is she always his s-s-sub?"

"Only they know, as it should be," he said with a shrug.

"Come on you, it's time you had your comeuppance." With his arm wrapped around my waist, he propelled me to the opposite corner. Come hung heavy in the air, as the sub re-zipped her master's jeans.

Peeking back over my shoulder at the happy couple, I said, “Lucky Lindy.” 

To Be Continued...



Vanished Ch. 21



That little voice that we all have, told me I should fight like a wild woman to get away from this crazy man and his merry band of followers, though escape was impossible considering the whole village population surrounded us. That's what my little voice said, but my heart yearned to make this man look good in the eyes of his friends. Well, that's how I justified my 'lamb being led to slaughter' performance. It was easier to tell myself that I was playing a role than to admit I was excited about my up-coming discipline.

It was the strangest thing to have to admit even to myself that I was aroused by the possibility of public discipline and sexual humiliation. Just a short while ago, I’d been a hard-driving businessperson who was a loving wife, and a devoted mother. My idea of alternative lifestyles was those people that shacked up. How'd it happened that now I was a sexual slave to whom I would've then considered a sexual monster? 

Master Geoff led me lover-style with his arm around my waist and I felt so safe in his arms, except I knew I was being controlled. If I admitted it, I felt safer with this man, Master Geoff, than I had with my husband. Joe always assumed that I could look after myself and that's what I wanted. This Master assumed no such thing. He was my Master and my protector; he made all decisions for me. He made me feel safe, cocooned. Yet I loved Joe; this man I hated with every fiber of my being. "Didn't I?" I mused. I looked up at him, he smiled indulgently and my clit ached, "Why does he have such a hold over me?"

Master led me to a straight-backed chair. Holding me by my wrist he sat down and deftly swung me around until I lay across his knees face down, my cape fluttered up over my head. My breasts slid down the outside of his knee. I was sure my head was going to bang onto the hardwood floor. Quickly, I halted my forward plunge by bracing myself with my cuffed hands. "How’m I supposed to cover my ass?" I questioned myself. I felt his forearm push my legs down, pinioning me. There must have been two-dozen pairs of eyes trained on my upturned ass. I felt so vulnerable, so embarrassed, so excited. I was glad Master didn't choose to drive his fingers between my legs or it would've been impossible for me to deny my sexual arousal at his mistreatment.

"Master, pleaseee don't, Master, please," I begged of my tormentor. "Please, I beg of you, have some decency."

I felt him chuckle, though he had the good grace not to laugh out right. "Suzie you've tried my patience to beyond its breaking point. Now, my slut, you shall learn the error of your ways or you'll be here in this room a long time," he said. Somehow I knew it was said more for the benefit of his customers and their sluts and his employees than is was said for my ears. Strange.

"You, she-devil, now you shall feel the heat of my hand on your ass. You deserve it and you've begged for everything I'll give. Did ya know that?" he said more quietly as if for my ears only. The room fell silent. They strained to hear his words. "I'll start with twenty-five strikes on each cheek, Suzie. You'll count them out loud. Understand?" he said for his audience.

I felt the blood rushing to my head like it used to when, as a tomboy, I'd hang upside down from tree limbs. I straightened my arms leveling myself. He laughed at my efforts. I only nodded my understanding oh his proposed discipline.

"Oh and if you lose count, my sweets, I'll have no choice, but to start the count over again. So be smart and keep the count accurately," he ended as the first hard spank landed on my right ass cheek. He'd put his strength behind the blow. It smarted. He wasn't kidding.

Defiantly I kept silent, though I couldn't effectively withhold my involuntary intake of air. He struck me again in exactly the same spot. It hurt worse. I remained silent. My long ponytail brushed the backs of my cuffed hands. It tickled. 

He struck, yet again, in the exact same spot. I realized that twenty-two more in the same spot were going to hurt like hell, but I remained stoic. This time as his huge hand swung, he counted, "One." 

My thoughts drifted to the mother cat with her fluffy cubs and of her freedom as I tried to center myself elsewhere. In quick succession he struck again, "One." Something wasn't right!

I felt him swing his arm back; I readied myself for the sharp pain. Already my right cheek was growing warm. This time as his hand struck my right ass cheek yet again in the same spot, everyone chorused, "One." It was accompanied by catcalls from the Masters and nervous giggles from the subs.

Master rested his hand where it landed. I liked the feel of his hand, though hell'd freeze over before I ever admitted it to him. "Suzie, you f'n slut, are you gonna count or am I going to tenderize your right cheek?" he said, massaging my poor ass. "Your choice. I've lots of helpers, if you choose to remain mute. On the other hand, you only have one ass. Which'll it be?" Master shared for the benefit of with the others.

Surprise, surprise, Ronnie immediately piped up, "Let me at the bitch, Geoff. I'll teach the slut how to submit." I felt Geoff halt his massage. He gripped my cheek, his nails digging into my flesh; Intuitively I knew he did it to keep from firing a retort at his guest. I felt his muscles tense. Now I knew he wasn't fond of Ronnie either.

"You're much too eager, Ronnie. You must learn restraint, m'boy," he said. It sounded strange to hear my Master call Ronnie, m'boy. He was Master's senior by several years. He was short, fat and nearly all gray. Ronnie reminded me of a spoiled child. His appearance bespoke a life of excesses. Later, I found out that he, also, came from money, but his family didn't use their money to build character. They all lived off their poor hardworking dead great-grandfather's sweat. Where Geoff's family was industrious, if not quite straight.

I braced myself as I felt Master pull his arm back. His hand drove into my tender right cheek again. "One," I screamed. The room laughed. 

"There now Geoff, you've got Suzie's attention," I recognized Buddy's drawl. He obviously came from someplace in the south. Why'd I never realized it before?

"I think I do. Let's see," Master quipped. He swung back and, swoosh, his hand flew in and landed on my left ass cheek. 

The attack on my left cheek surprised me. "Master, oh Master Geoff, please stop for a sec, please," I begged trying to look back at him out of the corner of my eye my head nearly swiveling around backwards. "I've got a question, please wait!!!

"Now what?" he said his voice laced with resignation, though I thought I heard a hint of amusement in it, too.

"Master is that two or one? May I count to fifty or do I have to double count to twenty-five, sir?" Figuratively, I crossed my fingers. I'd realized I might me able to do a chronological count to fifty, but I doubted I'd ever be able to remember where I was if I had to remember what the count was for each cheek.

Kneading my cheek, he contemplated, "Well, I don't know. Hey guys, what'd'ya think, fifty or double twenty-five?" 

There was an immediate chorus from the other Doms of, "Double twenty-five." They knew the difficulty of counting double.

"Y'know you might be right. But, let's let those who've felt our loving sting on their asses give Suzie the answer." I swung my head so I was facing the crowd; I looked through the fine mesh of my cape. I hoped to silently plead my case. No one spoke. Master had made a statement, not asked a question and they knew their place. He asked the direct question, "Well, subs, which'll it be?"

There was a long moment of silence but I'm sure it actually was only mere seconds. Then came a smattering of mellifluously spoken answers. Some said, "Fifty." Still, others said, "Double twenty-five." The room went deathly quiet. I held my breath. Everyone awaited my Master's decision.

"That's pretty even, don't y'think Suzie? So the choice is yours, this time," Master decreed.

Big mouth hollered from the front row, "My gawd, Geoff, y'going daft. Y'don't let a new sub make choices." I knew it was Ronnie. I heard some others support his reasoning.

"Maybe you wouldn't. But my Suzie is as smart as they come and she knows what to do and why," Geoff whipped back at them angrily. 

"Ah, shit," I mused. I knew what I had to do and I only hoped I was up to challenge. The gauntlet'd been thrown down. Quietly, I said, "One."

Geoff whispered, "That's my girl."

"Two. - Two," I counted aloud as his hand rained down on my ass. "Three, - three" I thought, "This isn't too bad. I can do the time." By the time of his tenth strike, my first sob escaped. 

Then it happened. I thought I was being so smart by marking out the count on my fingers. "Eleven, elev...," he'd screwed me up. "Twelve," I whispered. He had doubled back.

Chuckling, he asked, "Which is it, Suz? 

Confidently I said, "Eleven on my left and twelve on my right, sir." I even remembered my place and addressed him correctly. I was so proud of my mental prowess. I had it nailed.

"You sure?"

My voice sounded funny, I guess because of all the blood pooling in my head. I could hear my heartbeat in my ears. He wouldn't be mean enough to joke at a time like this. I looked at my fingers; my thumb was raised on my left hand and my index finger on my right. "Yes, Master," I said with as much cockiness as a woman can muster when she's stark naked in a roomful of strangers with her ass being reddened by the man who’d kidnapped her.

He brought his hand down on my ass so hard that my head banged the floor. "Ow, not so hard, please," I whined. Trying to reposition myself, I levered myself with my hands. The room was deathly quiet as I wiggled myself back into a more comfortable position. To myself, I ranted, "You bastard that fuckin' hurt! One of these days, I'll be free and you'll pay for every indecency you’ve inflicted on me. I swear you will, if it's the last thing I do, I'll get you."

With my ass tingling in the air, I awaited his next atrocity. The anticipation was killing me. I heard a snicker from the audience, then another. They sounded ominous in the stillness. Yes, stillness is the right word. The only sound was that of his callused hand landing on my smooth soft bum followed by my sharp intakes of air and gurgling sobs. 

I looked towards the throng of feet. Buddy's senior sub, Camille, risked the wrath of her Master by bending over so I could see her. She silently formed the word, "Count, count, count..." She repeated the word until my foggy brain deduced her meaning.

"Aw, shit," I said thinking I'd only mused it until the room erupted in jeers. I shook my head. Regaining my composure, I gave them an upside down Mona Lisa smile and counted, "Twelve." I was so pleased with my self. I watched little Camille's face crumple. Terror struck, "Oh m'gawd! No! Oh, my gawd!" Aloud I said, "Master, that's right, isn't it? That was twelve on my left cheek." I took his hesitancy as agreement and gave a self-satisfied sigh. I shared a winning smirk with my friend, Camille. 

The room held its breath. "Nope." Camille sadly shook her head, as Master decreed my mistake. 

Using nearly every ounce of strength I had I lifted myself straight up so I could sort of meet Master's eye on an equal basis when I swiveled around. I begged, "Oh, Master, please, please tell me you're joking." Defiantly, I added, "I know it was twelve."


"You may know, but it's as I decide and that was number thirteen on your right cheek not number twelve on your left," he said, his hands kneading my cheeks. Nervous feminine giggles were accented with deep male snickers and guffaws only adding to my humiliation.

Ronnie's shrill whiny voice sounded above the general sounds of hilarity, "You stupid bitch, whatever made you think were smart enough to outsmart a Master? Geoff, why’re you wasting your time with the slut? She's a fuckin' screw up." 

I winced as Master squeezed my cheeks between his fists as Ronnie opened his mouth, I knew his comeback would be priceless and it was, "Cousin, you may be related to me, but I'd pull those genes from my body cell by cell rather than admit it to the world. 

"Just remember, maybe I have to suffer you, but Suzie doesn't, do you understand? You're never to be alone with her." Geoff rubbed my back almost lovingly.

"Geoff you can't do that. You promised me that I'd get a piece of your stupid bitch," the little man screamed at my Master in an even shriller voice. "You promised me her asshole. I deserve it, she nearly bit my finger off." He said holding up his still bandaged finger. 

I gave him an upside down demure smile accompanied with a shrug that said, "Me, never." 

Lindy and Kevin returned with a bang of the screen door. They looked around trying to get in sync with the goings on of the group. Lindy looked so radiant. Kevin possessively stood behind her with his hands around her waist. One hand teased her mound, I watched as she adjusted her stance to afford him access. I gave Lindy a big smile, which she promptly returned. Spinning she told Kevin, "Master, I'm such a bad girl, I should be spanked today too, just like Suzie." 

"Lindy, I'm not as young as I used to be, I don't think Petey wants to play again today. But tomorrow’ll be a different story," Kevin said in a stage whisper. The other's laughed at the couple's dialogue. It surprised me that anyone could be that open in a group about deviant sexual activities.

Kevin looked over Ronnies's head to Buddy and mouthed, "What's up?" Ronnie's senior sub, Kara, who was at least a head taller than her Master, caught the query. Ever the good and faithful sub she leaned over towards Kevin and Lindy explaining my attempted amputation.

Lindy was a little gullible, "Oh, my heavens.” She looked at me in horror. 

He'd pushed me too far and I could take care of myself, "Listen, you f….” 

“Suzie, shut up!” Master warned. 

I continued without hesitation, “I'd've preferred to bite your cock off, so consider yourself lucky." My words were controlled and laced with disgust. I was beyond caring. I was cognizant that my behavior’d only add to my upcoming misery. I wanted to continue, but self-preservation stayed my tongue plus Master’s voice finally got through to my rage enflamed brain.

“Suzie, you are my slut, shut your f’n mouth now! NOT ANOTHER WORD!!! Master said his voice escalating with every syllable. He gave me a slap across the back of my head. My ears rang. I wished I could control my temper and my mouth they worked together and against me. My fate was sealed; I’d have to live with whatever happened. I truly was only making things worse, big time. 

My Master put an end to it, "Say one more word, cous, and you'll never get a piece of her. I didn't say you couldn't have her. I said you could never be alone with her. Can your little pea brain understand the difference?" It took every ounce of my willpower not to crumble under those words. My training in negotiating let me stay focused on him. He lacked the nerve to look at me gloatingly. I vowed to beg Master to never let Ronnie, that asshole, near me.

All was still for a long minute, the tension dissipated. Master Geoff asked, "Suzie, you ready to restart at one?"

"Master please, have a heart," I pleaded.

I sensed he'd pulled back his arm. I braced myself. He took a deep breath. I flinched. His oversized paw landed squarely on my right cheek in exactly the same spot. I yelped in shock. It hurt like hell. "One," I said, silently vowing that no one could mess up the count this time. 

Another blow landed, this time on my left cheek, "One."

"Good girl," he said proudly.

Master beat out a tattoo on my bare ass first right then left, two, - two.... Three, - three.... Four, - four...," I counted off stoically. He messed me up on number five, it landed on my left cheek throwing my rhythm off. I caught it though, "Five, - five...." He repeated the left, right, left beat for the next two. Then he varied it yet again. Eight fell on my right cheek first. I caught his variance and called it off, "Eight."

Expecting eight on my left immediately, I miscued calling, "Eight." He landed nine on my right cheek. I screamed at the top of my lungs, "That's nine on my right." Silently I prayed.

Collectively we sucked in a long breath and held it. The fate of my ass was in my Master's hands, "Call them out, Suzie, from one again. One landed on my right cheek but it was on a new spot and didn't hurt as much.

Resignedly I counted, "One, - One.... Two, - Two.... It went smoothly this time, Master grunted now from the exertion. I thought it served him right to be laboring after all he'd made his point. He could publicly beat me into submission at will. At five, I guess Ronnie found his voice again for he piped in saying, "Six." I kept my wits and counted, "Five, - five.... Six."

Ronnie hollered, "Nine."

Someone I didn't know called out, "Four." The fun was on for them. Numbers flew at me from all quarters. I hyper focused and managed to get out, "Six." Now I was silently crying, my tears spilled up drizzling through my eyebrows. It was a strange sensation to feel the tickle of my tears creeping up or was it down my forehead.

Master landed another very hard one on my left cheek but it was, "Seven." Its mate landed almost feather-like on my right cheek and that almost threw me when combined with the numbers being called out by the jeering Doms. They called out in quick succession, "Ten, two, twelve and eleven."

Smartly I called out, "Seven."

Eight and nine came and went but Master's new tactic of varying intensity made it hard to maintain the count especially when my tears had turned to sobs. "Ten," it landed, I called it out and then Master stopped. He didn't move for the longest time. Now you have to remember that I was upside down and my head had banged the floor with every smack. I knew I wasn't thinking as clearly as I should.

I took this respite to add up all the spankings for each cheek. I figured I was already way over thirty on my right cheek, likely around thirty-five. All I knew was that my right cheek was a hellva lot sorer that my left. Some of the crowd had continued to fling random numbers at me though no slaps rained down. 

"Sir," I queried. Boy, was that a dumb move. I frantically attempted to remember the count. What number was he up to? I lambasted myself for having lost my focus. I wondered if he knew where he was, either. I involuntarily shrugged. I had no idea.

Someone cleared her throat. I looked towards the crowd. There in the front row was a sub risking the wrath of her Master and quite likely mine, if she got caught. I twisted to see who it was, "Ah, Camille." Maybe Buddy is more lenient than he appeared and I knew she'd been around a long time too, so maybe that's why she was braver. 

Her hands were placed straight down in front of her on her heavy thighs and she was flashing the count on her fingers. She'd flash five and five on her left hand then she stopped making a fist, then she did it again, five and five. Switching to her right hand she counted out five and thenfour, and then made a fist. Opening her hand again, she flashed five fingers then four fingers as she tucked in her thumb. 

I knew better than smile or acknowledge her heroics; I just basked in her friendship. I didn't feel so alone. I hoped I would be able to assist her sometime, some way.

If Master noticed he gave no indication. He said, "Ready to resume the count, pet?" I furiously nodded yes, my ponytail bobbed jauntily. "Before I start, what's the count? Do you know?"

I was not blowing this, I meekly answered, "Sir, Master, I believe the count is ten on my left and nine on my right cheek, Sir." The break had at least let my tears stop, so my voice was nasal, but clear. 




Vanished Ch. 21



He gave a sigh. I wasn't sure whether it was in resignation that I was wrong or disappointment that I was right. I held my breath, gnawing on my lips.

As he said incredulously, "You're right." He struck me on my right cheek. 

"Ten," I called out loud and clear. The count continued, "Eleven, - eleven... .... Twelve, - twelve... ...." They weren't coming in as fast a succession, but the severity was as great or greater on my tender tush. He continued the practice of varying the speed, the rhythm and throwing in back-to-backs. Fortunately I had a friend.

It took every trick in the book to keep from just sobbing uncontrollably, thereby losing the count. The Doms still taunted me with random numbers, but my friend helped out.

I managed to control myself by biting my lip and self-talk until, "Fifteen - fifteen... ..., - sixteen, - sixteen... ...." I sobbed.

From then on, I was beside myself. I howled, sniffling with each blow, "Seventeen, - seventeen... ..., - eighteen, - eighteen... ...." I kept track on my fingers of each corresponding hand with the real count-mistress being my friend, Camille. Master kept up his tattoo on my ass until, " - twenty-one."

To Be Continued...



Vanished Ch. 22



"Ouch! Son of a bitch!" Master growled. I wondered what I'd done now. "Look at my hand!" He showed the others something I wasn't permitted to see. 

There were some murmurs of, "I've seen that happen before."

Buddy chuckled, "Geoff, that's a sign you're too soft, m'boy."

Ed piped in, "That's why I always use a cane." I saw him out of the corner of my eye as he held his hand up examining his palm.

"Shit, that hurts," Geoff groaned as he attempted to continue my punishment. Apparently he had broken a blood vessel in his hand from his repeated open-handed attack on my bum.

I whimpered, "Twenty-two." I knew from the heat in ass that it must be beet red and the hues of tomorrow's bruises would be appearing in the primary strike zone. But there was nothing I could do except weakly kick my feet. 

There were some more ominous comments, "Geoff, we owe you, let us finish her off."

"No, Master, please."

"Shhh, you, it's not your decision," he said to me patting my back to quiet me. My ass tingled in pain, but also in anticipation. 

What did surprise and horrify me was the response I felt from down there where my legs join. "Stop it this instance, you slut!" I silently screamed at myself.

Master spoke, everyone listened, "I owe Suzie five more. I appreciate you being willing to step in and assist me. But I only owe her five and there are six of you. Here's how we will work it out. Belinda, I've seen your hungry looks at my Suzie, though I don't think she's noticed. Suzie, have ya?" He continued without waiting for my answer. "It doesn't matter Suzie."

"Hold it! It does matter. I matter," I screamed. Now I was afraid, really afraid and I didn't even know what I should be afraid of. "For gawd's sake, listen!" He only patted my head in acknowledgement of my outburst.

"Belinda come up here, please." Master spoke to her as an equal and he always spoke to me as if I were a child. I wondered if Belinda was the woman who wore all the leather. If it was, she was tall, likely five ten or eleven, and both times I'd seen her she wore knee high boots with very high heels. "Buddy, will you look after Belinda's boy-toy, please."

I saw the black boots approaching. It was her. Now the question, what was he planning. I didn't have long to wait. "OK, now then why don't the rest of you gentleman come up and you may each take a turn and I will allow you each a feel too."

"Belinda, I know you love the taste of a woman as much as you do your boy-toys, so I thought I'd allow you a treat. Would like to suck my slut's clit? Then when the boys are done with their fun, you may tongue fuck her. Would y' like that, m'lady?" Master Geoff offered the bi-Dominatrix. 

"Geoff, on one condition, that when this day of discipline is over I may have her for 24 hours," Belinda countered. I believe I stopped breathing while I awaited my fate.

"How about you participate in keeping Suzie on the knife edge throughout the day and then you may have her for eight hours? That's the most I will allow anyone to have her," Geoff negotiated. I was not asked what I wanted. I heard several others ask for their turn. 

A strange voice asked Jimmy, "Is it true the slut deep throated you?"

"That's what I said, man, and I stand by my statement. Ask Buddy or Ronnie, they were both there," Jimmy answered with a chuckle.

Buddy only added to my embarrassment, "Hell, don't ask me. I was too busy with her cunt. My gawd, is she hot and tight, just like a virgin. Geoff lucked out.

"Hey Geoff, you really going to share Suzie. The honeymoon over already, bud? Book me in for my turn, 'k," he quipped with Geoff.

Geoff called out to one of the trainers, young George, "George bring a scheduling sheet, please. Let everyone that wants to take a turn at Suzie book in, but not for ten days. Except for Belinda, she gets her right away."

There was an immediate uproar from the men. "Why? That's nor fair." 

"Because I have to do something first. Can't have you chaps planting something that is mine to plant, now can I," Geoff laughed as his fingers wiggled between my legs. I tightened my legs barring his way.

"Hell, Geoff, that'd be something if you let us just do it and worry about whose it was later," someone said.

Only Ronnie was crude enough to say it, "Let us all have a go at knocking the bitch up. Then, when she has the kid, whoever it is, gets to claim her. How about it?"

I couldn't stay silent any longer and I fought to get to my feet as I screamed, "NOOOOO fuckin' way am I having any of your babies. Take your f'n hands off me you bastard." I cried and sobbed at the cavalier way they were discussing my fate.

"There, there, Suzie, no one will impregnate you, unless I so decide. It is beyond your choice. So just shut your bawling," Geoff said sternly. He pushed my hand down until it touched the floor. "Be good or I'll allow what Ronnie wants." That took all the fight out of me immediately. I knew when to be compliant and now was one of them.

"Belinda, that angle Ok?" Master asked. Through the legs of the chair, I watched the Domme position herself as Master forced my legs open. I tried; I really tried to hold them closed, but to no avail. She sat back on her heels. I felt her soft, cool hands open my labia. Her fingers felt foreign as they ran from back to front on the inside of my sopping labia. Her long nails added an unfamiliar sensation. 

I willed myself not give in to her ministrations. "I won't!!!" I said just as I felt her hot breath on my clit. "For heaven's sake she is blowing on it. Stop!" I silently screamed. Then, it happened. 

As some person whom I'd never seen before slapped my ass, she sucked my clit into her mouth. The tip of her tongue teased me. The stranger slid his fingers into my wetness. Tenting his fingers he pushed into me. I bit my lip and thought I'd been successful in stilling my moan until I heard the others laughing. I'd lost.

Master added to my sexual distress by playing with my nipple ring, twisting it this way and that as a finger on his other hand circled my anus between participants. I nearly forgot to count. I screamed at the top of my lungs, "Twenty-two!"

"Twenty -three." I complained as another hand came down hard. 

I guess it was because those men were standing and had a different angle, but they seemed to hit harder. That Dom circled my anus then attempted to poke his finger into me. "Holy shit man, her asshole is virgin, isn't it?"

Geoff had the good grace to ignore his comment. Belinda teased my clit by licking me there in long strokes. With each participant's poke I grimaced and groaned. I told myself it was from the pain, but my body let me know it was their feels and Belinda's magic mouth that were doing it. I managed to keep my count correct.

The last one was the asshole, Ronnie. He spit on his hands, and windmilled his arm, and then he stuck hard and fast, but on the wrong cheek. I screamed through my tears, "Twenty-five." Maybe Geoff hadn't noticed.

No such luck. "You jerk, Ronnie, you blew it," Geoff sarcastically said as I felt Ronnie push his luck and push fingers into both my holes with the same passion as he swung at my ass. There was nothing erotic or even sensual about his touch; it was all about control and power. That man scared the hell out of me. 

"Well Suzie, technically you deserve one more, but if you cooperate with Belinda I'll let you off with one short on one cheek," Master kindly offered.

Ever the rabble-rouser, I couldn't help but argue, "Yes, but I have an extra four on the other cheek." I knew I was pushing it. I felt faint from being upside down for too long. He let it slide. I heard others groan in disappointment. 

I'd never been with another woman in a sexual manner, though in university, I'd had some offers. But it always just grossed me out too much. Fortunately, a polite rebuff was all it'd taken to sidestep their propositions. Now there was no proposition nor was there any sidestepping the inevitable. Belinda was between my legs and she was intent on introducing me to lesbianism. I felt safe though because I knew she'd never be able make me come. I mean lesbians turned me off so how could she achieve any satisfaction from her efforts?

Knowing how I felt, I relaxed. Boy, was that a dumb move on my part. Belinda knew what she was doing and she took great glee in making me surrender to her. Her lips were soft but dexterous. I'd never experienced cunnilingus where the other person knew just how to elicit the most from each touch. When she licked my clit, it might as well have been a cat's tongue for the myriad of sensations she generated within me. They rolled through me as if every nerve ending in my body was hard-wired directly to my clit.

I guess because of their abuse on my ass plus the teasing the men had inflicted on my anus, it was clenching in time with Belinda's sucking. She stopped. I moaned. Everyone including Master laughed. His cock was hard against my belly. That was a showstopper for me for a moment to realize that watching a woman misuse me was turning him on. My body bucked attempting to reconnect with her mouth. "Nooo," I whispered. 

"Pardon Suzie," Master asked politely. I didn't say a word. I still couldn't admit to enjoying sex with a rapist, how could I admit to yearning for the touch of another woman? Master massaged my breast vigorously. It hurt. It felt good. He stopped. I wished he hadn't. 

Belinda held open my labia. It thrilled me and horrified me too, to think she was examining me down there. I tightened my pelvic muscles. She blew into my vagina. "Oh shit," I guess it came out louder than I intended. 

Belinda quipped, "Don't do that." Her lips vibrated against my vulva sending ripples of ecstasy through my groin. Master had to interpret for the others what she'd said. His cock tensed. Everyone laughed. 

It felt like her supple lips tightened over my vagina. Her tongue did the unthinkable; it snaked into my hot wet vagina. She made sounds of delight as she slurped up into my inner depths. I wished she could reach further into me. I bucked as best I could to urge her on. I heard the crowd, but I was beyond caring about my public humiliation. All I knew was that I had to come in the worst way imaginable.

Her hands suddenly were everywhere. Her thumb pushed down hard on my clit, her long nail scratching its sensitive underside. While with her other one, she circled my anus and took target practice at hitting its opening. I would have been mortified if she'd pushed into me, but I was distressed that she didn't at least try.

Her busy hands and talented mouth were too much; when Master twisted my nipple ring again, I exploded. I screamed. I groaned. I thrashed around. I wanted her off me. I wanted her in me. I was beyond knowing what I did want. My orgasm owned me. Belinda was an expert; she was unrelenting in her torment of my most private parts. She played me. I was beyond thinking. She lapped up my juices as quickly as they copiously erupted. It was strange to have someone between my legs who seemed to be able to totally anticipate just where I needed to be touched. 

"Will this orgasm ever stop? Gawd, I hope not," I murmured. "No, no, no!!! Stop!" I was too late. I crested the climax again and it was too much. A weakness overtook me. The room lost color. The gaggle of voices became muffled and distant. Everything seemed to move in slow motion. I felt so weird. Grayness set in only to be overtaken by blackness. My last thought was, "Am I dying? At least I'll be free, no...."

Slowly I became aware of sensations. I felt cold. I shook. At the edge of my consciousness, I was aware of warmth surrounding me. I snuggled in closer to the warmth. "Ohhh," I murmured. Strong arms pulled me closer. Opening my eyes I realized I was in Master's arms, sitting on his knee. I smiled up at him. I had to acknowledge that I loved the smell of him. I felt so safe in his arms.

My legs were spread. Still kneeling there but now looking at me in the eye was Belinda, my attacker, and my lover. I felt my face flood with color. I turned my face in to Master's chest; I was mortified to think what I'd allow my body to participate in. The room erupted into guffaws and giggles. I wrapped my hands around my Master's neck, silently vowing to permanently stay buried there. 

"My hands are free," I said in surprise. I couldn't resist wiggling them excitedly. 

Master Geoff whispered, "Small things amuse you, don't they, my pet?" He chuckled kissing my sweaty hair. 

I wiggled trying to get comfortable. "Shit, ouch!" I groaned. Memories of my spanking flooded my mind. I instantly felt moisture between my legs. "My bum hurts," I whimpered. Master cruelly massaged my ass. 

Hands explored my breasts. "So soft," I instinctively whispered. "NO! NO!" I struggled to escape her hands. One slipped down, trailing over my tummy, circling my belly button, just as Master had Lindy's. I sucked in my tummy, as her fingers crept lower and lower. They skipped across my naked mound and would not be denied access to what just a few minutes ago they had wholly possessed. 

I moaned contentedly as Master claimed my lips and Mistress possessed my vagina. I wasn't sure what this strange turn of events meant, but at that moment, how could I ask for any more? 

To Be Continued...



Vanished Ch. 23



Chapter 23: The Brothers

"Up you get, Suzie," Master gently said setting me on my feet. My bum stung from his abuse. I knew I'd be sporting a rainbow bruise both front and back from my day in the village. "Girl, you're getting heavy. We'll have to watch your come intake for a while," he said with dead seriousness.

The room erupted. Master's comment had the exact effect he'd sought. He'd entertained his clients at my expense again. I stood there red-faced. Not knowing what else to do, I shook out my tangle of curls. 'Oops! That's the wrong move,' I mused as the room tilted and then spun. I guess I was still not back on terra firma after having been dangled upside down over Master's knee for far too long. Idly I chewed the inside of my lip diverting my attention to physical pain. It seemed to diminish my emotional turmoil. The trick I was still attempting to learn was to let pain work its magic. To say I was wet down there would have been an understatement; his spanking had ignited my sexuality. 

There was a lovely warm-looking sunbeam shining in the door, which just seemed to lure my poor chilled body toward it. Heaven. I also hoped to see my big wild cats again. It was only later that Master told me how beautiful I'd looked standing there in the doorway with the sun creating a halo for me.

For a while Master just casually leaned against the door jam watching me. Others' hands broke the spell by pulling my arms behind me, pinioning them. I gazed up at the mother cat and her twins while I introspectively thought of my lost life. What he physically did to me was of little concern at that moment because I was elsewhere. A smattering of chuckles behind made me aware of my surroundings. Hating the intrusion of this assortment of weirdos, I turned giving them a withering look of indignation. I wondered why I'd bothered, they only laughed harder. 

This public humiliation and ridicule was alien to me and I hated being the subject of it. I'd spent much of my previous life ensuring that my family and I met the socio-economic norms for our station. It seemed important at the time. Yeah, I probably was a snob. But I always fit into my surroundings and people respected me. I possessed faultless style and pizzazz allowing me to carry myself with panache. Heads turned as I entered rooms. I quite liked the attention. Never had I felt, seen or expected that anyone would sneer at me. Perhaps some of my competitors had said a few derogatory comments, but they soon changed their tone, as I was not a person to be trifled with, personally or professionally.

Master swung a heavy-looking padlock around on his finger. I recognized it. It was called a Master lock. "Apropos, don't you think, slut?" I knew its heavy welded steel plate ensured its durability. In fact, I'd carried one exactly like it in my gym bag. I wondered if it had survived the fire. A shudder rolled through me; momentarily I shook recalling my brush with death.

While he fiddled with my cuffs and the silly lock, I longingly gazed at the mother cat washing one of the cubs. I believe Master understood my need to seek visual refuge, and that's why he'd not stopped me from seeking sanctuary in my sunbeam. 

"Shit," Master said mildly frustrated. Perhaps it was my swaying caused by my wooziness that was annoying him, but that wasn't my fault. My head pounded from the time I'd spent hanging over his knee. 

"Ronnie, do me a favor, get rid of this damn cape, will ya?"

"Yes, sir," said the overly eager Ronnie, plowing through the crowd. Master was attempting to make amends with his shit-head cousin for his earlier tirade. Moving with an exaggerated swagger, Ronnie confidently, no, cockily stepped to me. He unsuccessfully wiped the smile off his face as he tried to look stern. Instead it came off as a sneer. Ronnie basked in Master's praise; I swear he lived in constant need of Master Geoff's approval.

Ronnie was not my Master; therefore he was unworthy of my servitude. I wouldn't kowtow to him. He stepped toward me. I knew I should show any master respect. But I would not show him respect. I met him eye to eye. I threw out an unspoken challenge. Because I stood relatively close to the door, only he saw my facial expression as I gave him my arrogant stare accompanied by a scathing smile. I was pushing the envelope, but I couldn't help it. As he reached in to undo the clasp, I lowered my chin. I thought, 'man does this shit-head push my buttons.' I expected that the weasel would whine to Master about my behavior and he didn't disappoint me.

"Gawd damn it, Geoff! Your whore is sumthin' else," he said raising his hand. "I'm gonna remind her of her place." Locking eyes, I braced for his assault. Instead of looking sinister standing there with his arm raised, awaiting permission, he looked foolish. I nearly laughed aloud. 

The room was abuzz as the others chatted, watching us. They must have anticipated that my training was about to be a doozey because they were jockeying for positions. The doms I'd seen when I looked over my shoulder were pushing their subs down onto their knees to observe the correct subservient pose. Compliantly the subs knelt. I wondered if I'd ever accept this role. It seemed unlikely knowing me. Anyway I was going home, back to my family; they could do whatever they wished in this remote resort for weirdos. Soon I'd be gone.

"You afraid to hit me?" I hissed at Ronnie through clenched teeth. "'Fraid of my Master beating the crap out of you, huh?" I said pugnaciously, in one those taunting tones of 'my Daddy's bigger than yours'. I gave him my biggest, warmest smile. One of those 'butter can't melt in my mouth' smiles that I always associated with Scarlett O'Hara. The room fell silent and collectively held its breath.

Someone in the back asked, "what's goin' on?"

"Suzie said …," someone answered. I thought I must be making headway; whoever it was addressed me as Suzie, not slut. It thrilled me to realize someone at least saw me as more than a piece of property. 

The group said, "Shhh." "Later…" "Shut up!"

"Fuck, Geoff," Ronnie whined.

Master instructed Ronnie in such a quiet tone I just knew he was boiling, "Ronnie, for shit's sake, - just take it off her without anymore of your damn theatrics. How you treat your girls is your business, but you daren't touch my Suzie. Understand?" 

'My hero.' He'd given me the fortitude to withstand yet more punishment. I wanted to laugh, but I knew better than to laugh aloud; inwardly I giggled. My eyes sparkled with mirth. My expression and stance infuriated Ronnie even more.

"Suzie," Master said evenly, but the warning was clear. He'd never raised his voice to either Ronnie or me. It reminded me of how Dad used to speak to my sister and me when we interrupted him while he was reading the newspaper. 

As if to comply, I lifted my chin, my eyes challenging Ronnie. He stepped in again to manipulate the simple hook and eye. In a voice barely above a whisper, I spit, "fool." The look in his eyes was priceless. His look was worth whatever punishment my impertinence would earn me. He was impotent and I knew it. Others chuckled at his discomfort. Master couldn't resist any longer either; he laughed boisterously, in effect granting the others permission to join in, too. The subs laughed the loudest.

"Shhh, please don't laugh at my Master." Ronnie's senior sub, who must have been easily pushing forty-five, if she was a day, shushed the other subs. "You're only making things worse for us. Please stop." Some did out of respect for their sister.

Unable to manipulate the simple clasp, Ronnie yanked, ripping the sheer material. The rip sounded excessively loud to me, but I knew it wasn't. Collectively everyone held his or her breath. "There!" he said dramatically whipping my short cloak off with a flourish.

Master simply said, "Later Ronnie, you and me." Though I couldn't see Master's reaction to Ronnie's sacrilege, I could visualize him shaking his head in disgust. I'd seen that look when I'd misbehaved and I just knew Ronnie was in for it later.

Throwing my cape at my Master's feet, the crestfallen Ronnie stepped behind his subs as he patted their heads. I caught their look of adoration, out of the corner of my eye. I pursed my lips in disdain. I wondered if Ronnie understood the ramifications of his daring carelessness.

Now Master easily snapped the lock. The sound was ominous as the metal-to-metal clunked shut. Perhaps it was just my overactive imagination, but the dangling lock felt much heavier than I'd expected when he let it fall. Wiggling my hands, I positioned my cool palms against my overheated bruised cheeks. All too quickly my inflamed ass negated the cooling factor.

"Next," Master said. My head swiveled in time to see Buddy, Master's most trusted friend, step forward with more black leather. It turned out it was an upper arm harness. Attaching one cuff to my upper right arm, he deftly pulled the other one snug too. The leather felt deliciously cool. He ratcheted my arms until my elbows nearly touched. My shoulder blades grated. Immediately I felt pain sear through me because of the undue strain on my shoulders.

I remained stoic. 

Master asked, "Who wants the honor?" 

"Pick me," was chorused with, of course, Ronnie being the first and the loudest.

"I think not. You had your chance, bucko."

I didn't recognize the voices of the others who volunteered nearly as quickly. However I did assume correctly that they must be the two new Doms in residence. They were in the newest cabins beyond the training center. The talk was that they were brothers from Seattle, newbies to Eagle's Nest. They were here looking for training and to purchase a couple of subs.

"OK, you two," Master said good-naturedly. "Come on down," he said, with all the showmanship of the man who made those words a household phrase, bringing guffaws from most folks.

"Step round here," Master said stepping in front of me with his arms out. Obediently, I looked at Master's feet. Two thirty-something men stepped up beside him; they each wore sandals and khaki hiking shorts. Stealing a furtive glimpse, I realized they were considerable shorter and stockier than my Master. They looked like computer geeks with their long thinning hair. One had his pulled into a ponytail while the other wore it like Ben Franklin. They had the pasty look of people who spent too much time in front of a computer screen. But that wasn't the only thing that gave them away. Nor was it their thick glasses; it was their round-shouldered appearance that comes with working too many hours on keyboards. 

'Seattle. Wonder if they work with Bill and crew?' I thought. 

From behind Master's back he brought forth a silver pair of nipple clamps with another padlock dangling from them. "See these," he said addressing the two men. They nodded, for how could they help but see them. 

'Dork, I think that's sort of a moot point,' I thought disgustedly. For the umpteenth time I wished he would take me home, then I would allow Master to do all these horrible things to me willingly. I didn't appreciate the public humiliation. He seemed to be getting a kick out of it, if his tented jeans were any indication. I knew how large his engorged cock would be, were it not for the tight restraints of his pants; my mouth watered.

"Enough, woman," Master said sharply. Unintentionally my eyes flew up as I wondered if I'd inadvertently spoken aloud. His eyes sparkled impishly at me. To this day, I don't know whether I spoke aloud or he just anticipated my jeer, but it amused him.

"John, Todd, I have a very pleasant little initiation for you. And it will make my task easier," he said as he idly swung the weighted clamps in a wide arc with one hand. My eyes met his and then rightfully slid back to the floor. 

Somehow I knew I was the sacrificial lamb in their rite of initiation and I was terrified. What now?'

Fearfully I comprehended what was coming. I'd been set up. Master had cinched me into this almost too small bustier, strapped my arms back until my breasts stuck straight out – presentation style. Yes, that's the word, presented; my tits were bare and there for the taking. Still it hurt to realize yet again Master was sharing what was his with his friends and guests. It made me feel more like chattel than a person. My worth at that moment in my mind was less than that of Master's old dog. I vowed he would not break me.

"No, please," I whispered barely managing not to sound like a whiny bitch. Master just arched his eyebrows, as if to say, 'really.' He patted the men's shoulders. They knelt at my feet. Their heads tipped back reaching for their reward. I was too tall. I stood ramrod straight, too, not giving a millimeter. Just because he was letting them use my body did not mean that I had to willingly submit. Inwardly I smiled having a great old laugh at these two wimps stretching their necks as they tried to attach themselves to my nipples. So close yet so far. John and Todd only managed to successfully lick the underside of my nipples and aureole. 

I chuckled. Master murmured, "Bend, my slutty Suzie. Bend or else." I didn't much like his tone of voice, so ominous and deep. After pushing on my head hard enough that I was forced to bend from the waist, my breasts sort of swung free. Two eager mouths sucked on my tits. They reminded me of baby birds seeking food only to find their solace in my nipples. Anyway, once there they sure knew what to do. I felt like a cow with twins rooting against her udder making her let her milk down. I expected that is exactly what I looked like too. He'd effectively reduced me yet another notch. Sadly, I shook my head. 

I stared at the two heads. They weren't just thinning, they were virtually bald. When I compared them against my Master they were unworthy of more than passing scrutiny. Once again I was proud of how well my Master came out upon comparison. There was no one quite like him. 

'Suzie, girl, why are you so enthralled with his monster? You should hate his guts. Fight.' Though I talked to myself, attempting to fuel my ire, I couldn't. The truth of the matter was our relationship was changing. Yes it was better, if I could stop comparing it to my upbringing and past life. But, if the past was the norm then this is an aberration. I loved how my body ruled my being when Master Geoff touched me. I loved how alive I felt. I loved how I tingled in anticipation even if Master was in the same room. 

I was not going to let them or him know that I was humiliated. Mentally I squared my shoulders as my eyes roamed the mountainside looking for a focal point. I found it. There on a different ledge, in the warm sun, was momma cat nursing her two cubs. I felt an instant affinity to her. I wondered if she minded my intrusion. I minded this crowds' intrusion.

What I hadn't counted on were the sensations generated by these men awakening my tired body. I'd assumed I'd be too spent from my emotional tirades combined with my physical abuse to react to further sexual stimulation. I mean after all I am human. But the old bod was ready to play again. Initially when I recognized my body's responses, I batted them down. Thinking of my babies and all I'd lost should have deadened my libido. It didn't. Soon my ass cheeks clenched as my labia swelled. Actually my clit started to ache and pulse rather quickly. These guys were pros, they knew just how to tease and suck.

Closing my eyes, I rode my spiraling roller coaster to climax. I say roller coaster because just as I was cresting they stopped. My passion ebbed. I wanted to beg for release. Instead I bit my tongue. An involuntary groan of disappointment escaped me. I was sure down there on their knees they could smell my sex. As if rehearsed, they rose and with open mouths sucked on my hardened nipples. "Yes," slipped out before I was able to bite it off. 

This time my spiral was faster, but by then their suckling was much brisker. These boys knew how to pleasure a woman just using their mouths. Up and up I climbed my imaginary track with only minor bumps as they pushed me ever higher, only occasionally letting my arousal slip. My escalation reminded me of those theme park mountain climbing rides that spiral around and around. Only in this case, the core around which I was spiraling was my own climax. A couple of times they let me crash and then their steady sucking would resume.

The only sound in the room was their slurping and the pleasant whispering wind, which rushed up the valley through the open door to kiss my overheated, over-sensitized body. My playmates' long straggly hair rustled gently. I felt mine fluttering around my sweaty face. On my last plunge I noticed my back ached from my unnatural stance. 

This time I begged. I begged for release. "Master, I promise I'll be good, just please, please fuck me," I panted as I crashed again. "Oh, Master, please. Have a heart. Fuck your slut. Do it right here for all I care, just please do it, please." My groans of unrequited orgasm were just plain animalistic grunts. I prayed for release. All my sense of degradation and humiliation was forgotten in my need. At that moment, just anyone would do to push me over the peak. I was neither proud nor particular. I'd have gladly let Ronnie fuck me.

"Ride it Suzie, ride it, girl."

"I can't. I need your cock. Master, fuck me."

Maybe John and Todd were given some high sign or maybe they just took pity on me, but they efficiently finished their task. They granted my wish. Can you believe it? Those two made me climax right there. My orgasm was of monumental proportions and they'd only ever touched me with their mouths. I wouldn't have believed it possible, if I hadn't lived it. This was no faked climax to end my torture. My body was one orgasmic thing; every cell shared my explosion of ecstasy. I moaned. I groaned. I screamed. 

With closed eyes, I wavered, collapsing into my Master's strong arms. My orgasm rolled through me as every fiber of my being quivered. He held me as my body quaked with strong aftershocks. Perspiring faster than the breeze could dry me, I stuck to Master's shirt and hairy arms. Master gently cooed against my cheek, "Suzie, you never cease to amaze me. You're the perfect slut. You're a good girl. I'm so proud of you." I lay panting in his arms. My racing heart slowly returned to normal. 

I smiled shyly at my boys. "Thank you."

In unison they said, "anytime, ma'am."

My legs still were spongy when Master stood me in place again. I docilely stood there watching as his warm hand correctly positioned my breast while his other attached the cloverleaf clamps to my erect nipples. It hurt. I felt the tug of their weight. Master adjusted them slightly before he released the weight, letting it pull on my clamped nipples. I gasped at the suddenness of it. It really hurt. 

While I stood gasping, Master and someone else worked behind me. I winced. Attempting to turn to see what was happening, I heard Master say, "Eyes straight ahead. Don't you bother yourself." 

Tension on my arms, tension on my shoulders, it was starting to hurt. My arms were pulled away from my back slowly. I attempted to remain upright. I couldn't. The pressure was too great. The pain was too intense. I bent like a tree in a gale force wind. Tighter and tighter the tension became. I bent further. 

As I was about to arch my feet onto my tiptoes, I felt my ankle cuffs being pulled sideways. No one said anything; I just went with the flow, as all my attention was riveted on my aching shoulder joints. My spreading stance only added to the tension being borne by my shoulders. My feet were clamped tight to the floor. There would be no respite by standing on my tiptoes. 

Master kissed my cheek fleetingly. I opened my eyes and dared look at him, imploring him to halt this assault. He tweaked my nose as if to say buck up there, girl. 




Vanished Ch. 23



I was aware of the conversations amongst the crowd. One gal, a sub, said, "wow, she's doin' better than I did my first time and she's older than me. Wow." I didn't know whether to thank her or spit in her face. I did neither. My attention was diverted.

With me in this inhuman stance, the force of the weight was elongating my clamped nipples. Now to add insult to injury, Master was adding a padlock to the chain as additional weight. I gnawed on my poor cracked lip to stay my cry of pain. He added a second. My breathing quickened. I bit down. I tasted copper. I'd broken the skin. Three. Another lock clicked but I hardly was aware of it as I gasped in pain. I groaned, panting. I tried; I really tried to ride the pain.

Master did the unthinkable. He set the weights to swinging. I… I… couldn't take it. Finally I cried uncle. "Ow," I whimpered. It hurt. He instantly stopped the sway. It pleased me that my Master was willing to show me that kind of respect in front of his guests. 

"Remember Suzie, breathe through the pain, let your body relax and adjust. It isn't that heavy, you're okay, lil one, breathe," he said softly. Whispering into my mass of curls, Master encouraged me not to panic as the pain rolled through me. His words had the soothing effect that his strong arms around me would have had too. I felt safe. I felt loved. I wanted to make Master proud of me. It was important to me. I was only conscious of the sound of air rushing into and out of my lungs as I obeyed Master Geoff's instructions, as if in a trance.

Totally out of left field came this sense of warmth down there. I recognized its significance. I couldn't believe it, but I knew. I hung there in abject pain as my sex prodded my body to awaken again. It was only mere minutes ago that I'd exploded in a mind numbing orgasm. Trails of my orgasmic juices still wound down my now wide-open legs. And here I was again struggling to climb to another climax. "Impossible," I gasped.

There was a general rippling laugh, as the crowd comprehended what I'd meant. I was beyond caring what the others thought of me. There was only my body and the deep tenor of Master's voice reverberating in my ear as he coached me on. "You're such a painslut, Suzie. My goodness you do like to feel pain, to feel the wondrous release that only exquisite pain can bring, don't you Suzie?" 

I was someplace else I knew it. And I was on a different plane. Not like a near-death out-of-body-experience, but floating above the pain that wracked my body. My body was flooding itself with endorphins creating a sense of well-being. I wanted to stay there. I liked it. It was only later that Master told me that just by looking in my eyes he knew I was above the level of the pain. I gave in to my body. It knew what it wanted, what I needed.

While the pain remained static, just below intolerable, my body soared. At that moment I would have done anything for my Master. Captive, I think not. I wanted to be right where I was at that instant. I wanted to be on display. I wanted a dozen or more people to be ogling me as I rode my climax. I wanted to be grossly tied and suspended unable to move without pushing myself over the top of my pain threshold. I wanted to be fucked. I wouldn't have cared if Master had let every one of his friends take a turn; I was ready.

I wavered on the precipice, but try as I would all I could do was teeter on the edge. I was sexually frustrated as my swollen labia fluttered and my clit ached. Even if Master would only release my feet, I was sure that I would be able squeeze my legs together tight enough to launch myself into that nether region of sexual bliss. I would be able to forego being screwed. I whined. I didn't ever remember being so horny. 

If I couldn't go over the edge perhaps I could lever myself down to a tolerable level. I searched for my big cat and her kittens; they were gone. Frantic, I scanned the mountain for anything to center on. I did find a gliding eagle or maybe it was a hawk, as it floated on the thermal. Soon it was gone beyond my view; I moved attempting to keep it in my sight. Even that slight move set the weights moving. I groaned. My knees buckled. That only made it worse.

My voice was raspy from my tears, my tirades and my arousal. "Master…" I cleared my throat. Asking for water was not an option, as I was afraid that he might decide to mouth fuck me. That wasn't what I needed. I ached to be vaginally fucked and fucked hard. I deserved it. I was a mouthy, cheeky slut. I tried again, "Master, please fuck me, please."

"Nope." Laughter broke out. I hung limply, hoping that my pain would become intolerable and I'd pass out, extinguishing my arousal. 

"I beg you not to torment me further, please Master." I fought to have the right mix of humility and indignation. I knew I should be pissed to no end with his treatment, but I wasn't. I missed my target. My naturally melodious voice sounded husky even to my ears.

Master leaned over and said, "You sound so sexy like that, slut. I like it."

With a sideways glance I implored him, "Make love to me. Here. Now." I whined.

He smiled. I thought, 'oh yes.' 

"You want to be fucked, my lil one," he asked teasingly. I nodded furiously. The weights moved. I groaned. 

"Please."

"Then let me help you," he said so solicitously. I was sure he would undress and do the deed right where I hung. My heart sang.

Fingers, not his, opened me because Master was still beside me. I wanted him, not some stranger to touch me, but I was beyond protesting. My nude labia must have looked quite grotesque with me in this position, but I didn't care. It just meant I was accessible. I gave my head a shake, 'Suzie, snap out of this! Fight!'

Someone, something, a finger or cock was at the mouth of my vagina. I pushed as far back I could. "Yes! By gawd, yes!" Was I successful? Only if you count a dildo a success. Granted it was a good sized one, but no artificial cock will ever replace the real thing in my mind. Disappointment reigned, and did little to cool my fires. 

The large play cock was rammed into my sopping wet vagina by unseen hands. I should have been horrified with how I was being treated, but I moaned contentedly. To this day, I'm unsure whether it was a man or a woman who play-fucked me. Their rhythm soon had me just about ready to fall over the precipice when fate played a cruel joke. The walls of my vagina were almost harmonically vibrating when nothing but air rushed into my gaping tunnel. 

"Shit!" I screamed. "Fuck me," I sobbed. Modesty reared when I realized what view the crowd must have of me. My face flamed. This place made me blush, as I'd never done in my old life. But here, Master had a way of making me do it all the time. Horror. My breath caught.

Foreign sensations were afoot. Fingers trod where they shouldn't. I shook my head violently. My nipples throbbed as the weights swung on the chain. My protestations didn't dissuade the invaders. Circling around and around my anus, their fingers relaxed my sphincter muscles. 

'Shit, gawd damn, son o' bitch, he had this planned,' I thought. "Shit head," I said, my eyes narrowing to slits. "Don't you dare!"

"And just what are you going to do about it, if I do?"

My head dropped in defeat. A digit pushed into my most private of places. No other had ever been there before. As if Master read my mind, he softly said, rubbing my back, "It's me, my love, you're OK. Just a little one for now."

I was confused, was he going to fuck my ass or wasn't he? Master leaned over and whispered into my ear, "breathe deep." Hypnotically, I did as he said and with that something invaded my asshole.

"No, no, please." He continued pushing. It felt like a monster. I was being ripped apart. This was why he'd given me that damn enema this morning. He seated the invader. It hurt. It did until he twisted it. 

"Oh!!!" I cried. My orgasm took me by such surprise. I swear I saw stars. I sobbed. I panted. I gushed, my inner thighs immediately wet. "Fuck!" I toppled, only my shoulders holding me semi-erect. 

"Shh, my pet. Hold still," his strong arms encircled me. "They'll get you down now, be still." Slowly my arms fell against my back. Pinpricks of pain shot through my stiff arms. I groaned in pain as my elbows, and then my wrists were released. They flopped to my sides like lead. I was handed off to someone who pulled me back against his chest. Like a rag doll, I submitted.

Master cupped my cheek lovingly as he said, "Ready." I looked up at him, uncertain of what I should be ready for him to do. With everything else, I had forgotten about my poor nipples. His warm hands brought me quickly to my senses. I knew it would hurt, but this was the first time I had worn clamps since my piercing and I wasn't ready.

Being sensorially spent, it was too much. The blood rushing back into my flesh was unbearable. With a sigh I collapsed, the room faded to blackness as the pain overwhelmed me.