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Broken Ch. 04

By: bleedout



"So who was that boy?" Darren looked over to her from the driver's seat with waggling eyebrows. Why she was letting him drive home, well, only because she was drunker than he was. He seemed alright, he'd only had a few beers. She shrugged, now wasn't the time to be rationalizing. Now was the time to be sure that her drunken lips didn't betray her. Even during her pool game, she used the raised platform to spy on Dimitri. He had spent most of the night drinking by the bar, chatting animatedly to random girls who approached him. They were pretty and blonde with flat bellies. She sighed and shook her head as she realized her own jealousy. Six beers would not stop her from playing the game with Darren.

"He was Dimitri from my poly sci class." She grinned and looked over at him, winding a curl around her fingertips. They were almost home. Ten more minutes and Darren would be face down snoring and she could pretend like this conversation had never happened. 

"I know thhaaattt." He teased her, poking her in the arm. "Do you wanna bone him?" He grinned like a 14-year-old boy. Madi wasn't surprised by the question, but it still made her blush.

"He's cute, I guess." She shrugged to herself, scratching at her stomach idlely. Finally, proof that Darren really was straight, if he weren't there wouldn't be a question in his mind whether or not Madi was interested in Dimitri. She sighed, glad to see a parking space directly in front of their building. "Hotness!!! Parking space!" They parked quickly and hurried back inside from the cold, making their way up the stairs. Madi held tight to the banister, swinging to her right and into it from time to time when she lost balance on top of her shoes. Unlocking the door was a trial in and of itself, as she closed one eye and attempted to aim. Finally, they were inside and off to bed.

"Since you been gone/I can breathe for the first time/I'm so moving on/yeah, yeah/thanks to you/now I get what I want…" The pop music blared as Madi's alarm awoke her. She grumbled as she felt the first tinglings of a headache in the back of her head. She sighed, laying back and closing her eyes once more. Friday. Sweet, sweet Friday. No classes, only work the closing shift. She could help but let out a lazy sigh. Waking up to the local pop station wasn't her first choice, but it was better than the annoying beep of the alarm.

She pulled herself from between the sheets, turning on her light and straightening her room, an activity that seemed to always slip to the bottom of the priority list when it came to the weeks busy schedule. It was then her cell phone rang. She grabbed for it, checking the caller ID before her brows knitted in confusion. The number wasn't familiar; she debated not answering and then gave in. "Hello?"

"Uh, yeah, um, is Madi there?" The voice sounded vaguely familiar. Had she given her number out to someone at the bar last night? She hadn't been drunk enough to black that out. 

"This is she. Who's this?" He froze at the sound of her voice. It sounded raspier than usual, and distant, like she had just woken up. The thought of her tangled in sheets with her already wild curls in messy disarray was enough to make his heart pound momentarily.

"It's Dimitri, from, uh, Poly Sci class." She blinked, her mouth falling open and then tugging itself into a grin. "I got your number from Jake, I hope you don't mind, but I was wondering if maybe you wanted to get together and go over the reading for Tuesday. It's pretty dense, so I figured if I split the chapters with someone else, it'd get us both off the hook for doing all of it." 

"Ummm, yeah, sure that sounds great. I'll take the first two; I'm already halfway done then. I mean, if that's alright with you." She blushed profusely as she realized her own words. She sounded like a startled high school girl. Nails with chipping hot pink polish scratched at her rib cage to avoid appearing idle.

"Yeah, that sounds great. So, should we meet up Sunday then?" Meet up? She had forgotten about that part of the equation. She was going to have to sit and speak with him without making a complete ass of herself, which would not be easy.

"Ummm… I have work in the afternoon, but anytime after 6 is great. Where did you want to meet?" She had almost controlled herself the entire sentence. That deserved a pat on the back, if she didn't say so herself.

"How about 6:30 at my place. I live over on Lafayette, number 68. It's the big blue place with a second floor porch." She nodded before realizing that he couldn't hear that. She bit her lip and then spoke.

"Sounds great, see you then. Have a good one, bye." And with that, she hung up before he could even respond. The line cut out quickly, catching Dimitri off guard. A solid hand rose to ruffle his hair. She really knew how to make things difficult for him. She hadn't even given him a chance to try and segue into something new. He chuckled softly before chucking his phone aside, disrobing on his way to the bathroom. His roommates wouldn't be home from class for hours.

First shirt, then boxers. He sighed as he moved into the bathroom, flipping on the shower to a stream so hot it was just short of scalding. He stepped in carefully, letting the water run over his well-toned form. He wasn't in the best shape of his life, but he was close enough for no one to complain. He had a naturally large build that filled in with muscle nicely. Broad shoulders and a sculpted torso that tapered towards the twin mounds of his rock solid ass. Legs seemed to be chiseled from marble, cut into perfection by years on the ice. 

Thoughts drifted towards Madi as he covered his body in soap suds, hands lingering over his member perhaps a moment longer than he should have allowed if he had any desire to make this shower a quick ordeal. The thought of her made him feel that familiar stirring. He thought back over their phone call. The sound of her voice led him to an image of her still lying beneath the sheets, in something skimpy. Hopefully a tank top and panties. Her free hand lying on the soft curve of her belly with those breasts sitting above it. He imagined her hanging up and shutting her eyes, teeth sinking into the lower of those pouty lips as she touched herself. He could see the distant smile, the way her back rolled to push her hips against her demanding fingers. He wondered what sounds she made, he imagined gasps and high-pitched moans before a growl filled the shower.

He leaned forward, a hand reaching for the tile of the shower wall as he moved his fist faster, his breathing ragged. Head tilted back, exaggerating the lump of his Adam's apple as that stiff rod began to twitch with the first signs of his release. Finally, he groaned loudly as thick ropes of white stickiness painted the tile beneath his hand. His tense muscles went limp as he moved his other hand to lean as well, panting to catch his breath. The water fell over his skin, beading on his chest and back and making his skin rosy. 

He caught up with himself, finally. He finished his shower lazily, cleaning his body, hair, and face slowly. He wondered at the loss of self-control when it came to this girl. It wasn't that masturbation was a rare event for him. But something so simple had never been enough to get him so worked up. Maybe their Sunday meeting wasn't such a great idea, after all. But it was too late now.

Broken Ch. 04



 Thank you to those of you that have encouraged me to continue this story. I hope you continue to enjoy the story.

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Linda awakened to the sound of Ben calling her name softly. She had been in the deepest stages of sleep when he woke her. She surveyed the unfamiliar surroundings as she opened her sleepy eyes. The casita was like an efficiency apartment, she could pretty much see the entire place from where she laid. The sheets on the bed were brightly decorated with splashes of color. The bed frame was a sturdy steel rail design. The brass headboard looked polished and new. The rails were convenient for pulling herself up in the bed. Also good for bondage, she thought to herself.

She stretched as she looked at him standing beside the side rail, sipping coffee from a mug. The tracking collar around her neck felt uncomfortable as well. She could feel the confining corset around her midsection when she moved. The ribbed garment did not make for comfortable sleepwear - especially when it got bunched up beneath her. It felt less tight than before when she straightened it but the ribbing pressed into her body. Otherwise, the top of the corset still compressed her lower ribs just below her bust line. She knew that she must be losing weight from everything that had happened without much to eat. The clasp around her left ankle tugged a little as the steel cable slithered out from under the covers when she moved her leg. It really wasn't a total surprise but it brought her back to the reality that she was his captive. She stopped moving and gave him her undivided attention.

"I tried to let you sleep as long as you needed but it's nearly noon, Linda. You must have been really exhausted. I have some breakfast for you even though it's more like lunch time and the food is pretty well done," he said as he sat down and joined her on the bed. "I trust you slept well."

She remembered her situation and where she was now. The last week or however long she had been under the doctor's control being brainwashed had seemed like a bad dream. She realized that despite her bizarre experiences the unthinkable events had actually happened to her. Linda? When exactly had she become Linda? Was she really sterile or was that just a horrible scare tactic or maybe just another bad dream? Was her hope of someday being a wife and mother really over? Being a slave was forever, wasn't it? She knew she had to figure out a way to escape but where exactly was this place located? How far would she need to go to get to a place of safety? During her sleep she had just been dreaming about normal things in the regular locations like home with her family and friends at her familiar hangouts and office. Waking up made the anxiety return. Her muscles felt stiff and she needed to go use the toilet.

"May I please go to the bathroom, Sir?" she asked as politely as possible.

"Yes, of course," he said as he helped to pull back the covers. "Here, let me unleash you for now. You should be able to reach everything you need in here while tethered but let's give your ankle a break. You will find that you can't go far before you encounter a wall or locked door. I'll give you a tour that will give you a good look at what lies outside my little place here in the desert in a little while."

He unlocked the device that was firmly attached to her ankle and released the loop that had held her tightly. He stood beside her to keep her steady as she crawled out of the bed. He took the opportunity to embrace her, stroking her breasts as he held on. He ran his hands along the fabric edge of the restrictive garment, lifting her breasts where the impression of the welting had left a line.

"We're going to get you out of that corset soon as well, he announced. "I'm sure you could use a nice bath. I want to do some more corset training with you later. Let's make you a little more comfortable for now. First, I'll help you to your bathroom."

With him steadying her she walked slowly through the only door in the casita. She closed the door behind for some semblance of privacy. Closing the door was partly out of habit and partly to test whether he would allow her the privacy. She noticed that he didn't say or do anything when it closed. She caught her reflection in the chrome steel mirror above the sink. Not only was her hair in terrible disarray, she saw bruise marks on her throat. She turned her neck back and forth as she felt the discolored skin. It felt tender but not as bad as it looked. Her thoughts turned to that strange moment from the night before. What had gotten into him? He mostly treated her with respect, and then all of a sudden he surprised her by nearly strangling her. He mentioned that he enjoyed kinky sex. Her body shuddered when she thought about the experience. 

Linda was able to sit on the toilet with minimal re-arranging of the corset. She took the opportunity while in the bath to splash some water on her face after washing her hands. She doubted whether she looked any better after the quick sink bath.

She slowly opened the bathroom door and peeked before returning to the room. She noticed that he really wasn't paying much attention to her as he arranged the breakfast that he had brought. There was a solid-looking table with two chairs positioned near the wall on one side of the room. Not having any windows made the room feel dark and stuffy. Ben tried to make the table setting look as appealing as possible. She noticed that he had placed the two plates on adjacent sides of the table as opposed to across from one another. Two mugs of steaming coffee had already been poured. A small arrangement of flowers had also been placed in the center of the table.

"Come, sit down," he told her casually as he went about the preparation of breakfast.

"Can I ask you a question," she spoke as she approached him. "What is a nice guy like you doing buying a slave like me? I mean, you seem normal enough, obviously wealthy and decent so why get a slave? Am I reading you correctly?"

The questions didn't catch him totally off guard. He had mulled that question over himself for quite a while before he decided to go through with acquiring his first slave. 

"First of all, that's three questions," he said with a grin. But those are good questions," he began. "Not that I feel like I have to justify myself to you but I think it would be helpful if you understood why I made this decision. Obviously, I have taken part in disrupting your life so you deserve an explanation. 

"DISRUPTING???" I'd say something more like destroyed, ruined, cast asunder and totally fucked!" she exclaimed, showing more emotion than he had seen from her before.

Ben remained calm as Linda's anger swelled up again from within.

"I know. I do feel kind of sorry about that aspect but it's like the spoils of war kind of thing. Some slave traders captured you and sold you to me on the open slave market. I'm not saying it's right or wrong, illegal to be sure but it is a part of how mankind has taken what they want throughout the ages. We pretend that slavery was abolished but look at all the ways people become subservient to "masters" in different settings and it's like legalized slavery. Is a person really free when they have to go to their crappy job five days a week just so they can try to pay the bills but still keep falling behind? How about marriage? I don't see any signs of a ring on your finger so I presume that you aren't married."

"No," she answered as she listened.

"By the way, how old are you?" he asked.

"Twenty seven," she replied quietly.

Nice to know. I was wondering. "I've given this a lot of thought so this wasn't an impulse. I made my decision based on many hours of thought as to what I want. What it boils down to is indulging my dark fantasies. I want a woman to whom I am attracted and then have the freedom and control to do anything I wanted with her - uh, you. You can't even do that with a prostitute. A sex slave would be the only way I could imagine having that kind of control and fantasy life. 

Linda sat quietly, her eyes transfixed on his. To actually hear him say these thing aloud stung.

You will see that I can be a gentle and respectful master but I am also an animal with animal desires. Just wait until I take you again and act out whatever I please, whenever I please. You may take some training but you will find that it's best to just do as I command. You will find out that there will always be consequences that are worse than what I told you to do. I think that I will enjoy that part of your training with my fantasies. Just so you know, I think I have been pretty good to you so far. If you cross me in any way however, you will release another side of me that, well let's just say neither one of us will like."

Linda felt her fear and panic rise again but remained still, almost frozen in place. What kinds of things might exist in his dark world? For the sake of her survival, she'd have to figure out what made this guy tick and play on his weaknesses. Manipulate him somehow. His little pep talk left her feeling a little less confident than she had felt. She had been successful in a predominantly men's business world by sizing up the guys like Ben and handling them in such a way that they didn't even know that it had happened. She took a deep breath. He walked over behind her and wrapped his arms around her midsection to lead her to her chair at the side of the table, adjacent to the head. His hands slipped up over her breasts with the palms gently brushing over her nipples. She followed his lead and sat quietly as she let him do his thing to her body until he walked back to the kitchen.

She stared toward the wall at nothing in particular. She eyed the table where she knew they would be going soon. The table looked very sturdy with four heavy legs and a thick, distressed top. The top was a solid piece without any split for leaves. The chairs too were made of matching heavy wood with arms that would be suitable for restraints. He served the food onto the plates from a frying pan. He wiggled the heavy chair as he slid it toward the table with her feet dragging on the cool tile floor. He pulled out the other chair at the head of the table and sat down, moving his plate so it was almost touching hers. His right knee touched her left as he pulled up his chair.

"Let's eat now before everything gets cold," he said with his friendly voice as he picked up his utensils. "I hope that I can make things at least a little better for you here in spite of your lost freedom. 

You know, it wasn't that many years ago that people captured, sold and bought slaves. That's just not a possibility that any of us in this country even consider - someday being enslaved. I guess each one of us has to decide whether we can live with that reality. I talked myself into it then made the decision to buy a slave. Now, that I see and talk with you it's more difficult to think of that concept in abstract terms. You seem more like just another person rather than a possession. I don't know what I expected but it was certainly more intangible and impersonal in my mind somehow. But that's behind us. I think we both know that there's no going back now. C'mon and have some breakfast with me. We can figure this out as we go."

He took a bite of his food. She knew that changing her situation was going to take some time and cleverness. No sense antagonizing him. She thought of the honey vs. vinegar analogy when it came to attraction and ultimately getting her own way. Sitting practically naked at the table felt very uncomfortable and foreign to her. She detected a slight opening in his psyche and she just needed to get a toe hold in that crevice to start getting into his head. She was feeling hungry anyway and the smell of the bacon and coffee was making her want to get something to eat. She dropped her napkin on the floor to see if he would be a gentleman and pick it up for her. He did. Yes, deep down he was not a slave master she surmised. 

She kept her eyes lowered and remained silent, just to play on his sense of being in control and to see what else he might say to fill the uncomfortable silence. Linda placed the napkin on her lap, picked up her fork and started to eat the scrambled eggs on her plate. The food reminded her how famished she was. She quickly devoured all of the food on her plate as well as the mug of black coffee. Ben noticed how quickly the food disappeared.

"They say you can tell a lot about a person's sexual appétit by how they eat their food," he remarked with a grin. "You devoured that like you are so horny and haven't been satisfied in ages." He waited for her response.

She couldn't help but to break a brief smile when she heard his attempt at uncomfortable humor.

"See?" he commented, "We don't have to be so distant. You know what? You are making me so horny right now. I was just thinking about how I'm going to fuck your brains out as soon as we finish our meal. 

She remained quiet and still. He leaned over and kissed her left breast as she looked on, startled by his move. His mouth was moist and slick from the eggs and sausage that he had just eaten. She felt the sensation of his warm breath on her skin. The sensation grew as he breathed harder and faster. He worked his well-lubricated lips and tongue around and over her nipple as she remained still. She was still intimidated by him and didn't know yet how he might react to her actions if she did anything. She kept her hands and arms awkwardly up and to her sides, avoiding contact. 

His touch felt gentle and soothing which started to arouse her. The situation felt strange for this man to be enjoying her body while she sat, unsure of how she was to respond other than the natural reaction that he elicited from her body. She felt her cheeks grow warm. His right hand reached out to caress her other tit as he continued to seduce her. Linda leaned against the back of the chair as he pressed against her body with his hands holding her thighs. She felt a tingle between her legs. Did that mean that she and he had somehow established some sort of emotional bond or was it strictly physical? A shiver ran through her spine as she could feel her own breathing and heartbeat quicken. Her arms fell limply at her sides as he continued to stimulate her. 

Ben suddenly pulled away and stood, grabbing the heavy oak chair back with both hands. He swung her and the chair around so that she was sitting directly in front of him. She was startled by the sudden and rapid motion. He took hold of both of her wrists and pulled them down and around the chair back.

"Hold on to the chair here," he ordered as he placed her fingers around the heavy outermost spindles on the back of the chair

. Linda held fast to the chair as instructed. She bit her lower lip as she waited, then flinched suddenly as she felt his fingertips on her breasts. He slowly circled her areolas, making bumps rise as she shivered again at the delicate pleasure of his touch. Ben played with her breasts, fondling her nipples and stroking her chest as she struggled to remain still. He took her nipples between his thumbs and forefingers and squeezed them before he tugged hard enough that they pulled her breasts out before slipping from his grip. Her hold on the chair was so tight that her wrists started to ache from the strain. He reached inside her corset just below her breasts to check the fit by sliding two fingers along the edge.

"Spread your legs a little more for me," he said curtly as he continued to expand the area that he was stroking. His fingers glided down her sides and onto her thighs. He teased her with a brief excursion along her inner thighs until his hands met in the middle.

"Oh, you're getting wet. I'm enjoying this," he said, "but your purpose as my slave is to always be thinking of how you can pleasure or be of service to me. I will be teaching you many things on how you are to behave, show respect and pleasure me. Right now I just want you to do as I say. Do you understand?"

"Yes, sir," she replied, figuring that he would demand to be called something like "Sir" or "Master."

"Please clear the table and put the dishes next to the sink. You can wash them later. Come back and sit when you're through."

Linda was surprised and disappointed when he stopped enticing her. She arose from the chair to obey his command. Ben watched as she cleared the dishes and washed off the table with a cloth that was in the sink. She returned to the chair and sat down again, paying close attention to her posture. She reached around the back of the chair and took hold of the spindles.

"That's good," he commented. I liked your initiative with the cloth. You will always address me as "Sir" or "Master. Now make sure you sit with the proper posture - back straight and chin held level."

Linda sat and arched her back slightly to sit more upright with her chin lifted slightly. Ben took the opportunity t hold her head as he positioned it. Grabbing the leather collar that had been placed around her neck long ago by Dr. Lee, he pulled her back in the chair. He placed his hands on her sides as well to move her to precisely the position that he wanted. He moved his chair closer, immediately in front of her and sat. His hands began stroking her thighs which made her sigh. Holding her head steady she was startled when she felt him run his fingers between her legs, exploring her slit. She fought the urge to look down. He pressed two fingers inside her moist opening and ran them around the perimeter of her vagina. He brought his hand to her mouth and inserted his two fingers between her lips and teeth. Linda instinctively sucked on his fingers.

"That's a good girl,"" he said with a hint of superiority. "Now, let go of the chair."

Before she had fully unclenched her hands he took her by the upper arms and with one smooth movement lifted her from the chair and heaved her onto her back in the middle of the table. He carefully arranged her legs by taking hold of her ankles to spread them just right. Moving to the other side of the table he pulled her wrists and bound them together with a nylon strap that she hadn't noticed before. He pulled her arms above her head and rested them on the wood.

"We're going to practice some virtual bondage here," he said. "I want you to hold your arms in this position no matter what happens to you. Do you think you can do that?"

She nodded then replied, "Yes, Sir."

"Good, because the punishment for not keeping your hands in place will be swift and severe. Let's begin. I have a few hours to play with you before I have to go take care of some things."

She caught a glimpse of a riding crop as he set it beside her on the table. He gazed at her face as he moved toward her midsection on her right side. She turned her face away when is eyes locked on hers.

"Look at me," he demanded.

She turned back to see that he looked stern but not necessarily angry. She focused on his eyes.

"I'm going to release you from your corset now, Linda. You can wash it later."

Ben gripped the stiff fabric firmly to unhook the closures in front. He released the bottom clasp near her pussy, then the rest, one by one as he moved up her torso. He opened the corset and tugged it out from under her back. Linda instinctively lifted her torso to assist. She worried afterward that he might correct her for moving but nothing was said. He set it aside on one of the chairs. He traced the lines where the ribbing had left impressions in her body. His light touch tickled but she remained as still as possible. 

He wasted little time before running his fingers down and over her mound and through her fluff. Linda quivered as he stroked her lips. Ben explored the folds around her vagina, stroking her clit and tugging on her labia. He slid his fingers inside her, bringing her honey out on them. He bent down and softly kissed her quivering groin then started to run the tip of his tongue around her clitoris. She let out a soft gasp as he elicited more moisture from within. Linda found herself squirming on the table as she struggled to hold her limbs still. A sharp slap to her swollen lips made a sharp noise. The sting and the sound startled her and made her gasp.




Broken Ch. 04



"Be still!," he admonished her as he set the crop back down. He opened his robe and set it aside. "One of the things about fucking on a hard surface like this is that there is no give. When I pound you, you'll really feel it. Keep those arms up there now."

He raised his right leg to climb onto the table. He straddled her as he watched for her reaction. Linda wasn't surprised by his actions and remained as still as possible. Ben mounted her and played with her breasts for a while. He slapped them a few times with his bare hands, gradually increasing the intensity just to watch them move and to see her reaction. Linda grimaced but remained quiet. She found herself pressing her hands down against the table to keep them from coming up.

Suddenly he took hold of her midsection and thrust his body forward and down, burying his cock in her cunt. She gasped as he knocked the wind out of her lungs. He repeatedly pounded on her as his erection grew firmer inside of her. The entire table shook as he hammered his body onto hers until he climaxed. The juicy sound of their combined fluids grew louder with each stroke. Breathing hard, he paused and leaned away just a little. She could see the intense pleasure on his face. While his actions had aroused her, she did not cum. He was still pressed down on her, holding her around the chest. He gave her a kiss on her mouth before raising his upper body away from her. He climbed down from the table and slipped back into his robe. He petted her glistening body.

"I'm looking forward to shaving you," he said as he brushed her pubic hair that held beads of moisture. He released the nylon straps from her wrists. She didn't know what to think about that.

"That was very nice," he remarked. "I'm going to leave you in a little bit so I need to run through a few things with you before I leave. I don't have time to train you right now so I'll have to tether you to your anklet while I'm gone. I do have this list of things for you to do. I expect that you should be able to finish before I get back."

He made a hand-written list and handed it to her. He handed the list to her as he stooped down to secure her ankle with the tether. The list included things like washing the dishes and kitchen, scrubbing the tile floor and general dusting and cleaning.

"You'll find the supplies in the pantry there," he said as he pointed. "When you finish, I want you to practice one of the most basic slave positions. Come here and I'll show you."

He led her to a place in the room that faced the door. 

"Kneel here and sit on your heels."

She slowly dropped to her knees and sat back on her heels. Ben guided her through each aspect of the position, lifting her body to achieve the proper posture. He continued to describe how she was to present herself.

Spread your legs slightly and place four hands on your thighs, palms up. Keep your back straight with you head help up. I expect you to be in this position right here with all of your chores completed when I return."

Linda held the position for his review. He placed his hands under her arm pits and lifted her up a little more when she slumped slightly. He arranged her head as he wanted It again. He took the opportunity to fill his hands with her breasts as he stroked them.

"Okay, that's good. Now get to work and I'll see you in about two hours."

Linda was beginning to feel chilled as the beads of sweat evaporated in the cold air-conditioned air. She felt the goose bumps rising on her skin. "Practice for the next twenty minutes or so while I go clean up," he ordered. Ben left the casita, locking the door behind him. Linda looked around and tested the limits of the cable that was fastened to her ankle. If she was careful to not catch the line around furniture, she found that she could just reach everything in the small building. She looked at the list of chores and found that there was nothing too difficult or time consuming. She went to the sink to start with the dishes.

She heard the front door being unlocked and Ben entered, freshly showered and dressed. Linda was hard at work scrubbing the dishes that apparently had been in the sink for quite a while. Ben gave her a final swat on the butt as he said goodbye.

"

"Keep u the good work and maybe I'll reward you," he said, dangling the carrot.

He left through the only door and the locking sound of the deadbolt was audible.. Linda watched through the one small window on the front of the casita to see his truck as he drove away. She watched as long as possible as he pulled out and drove through the sandy area that comprised his driveway. She could see the dust billowing out from behind as he sped through the desert and disappeared over the horizon. 

She lingered at the window looking out for the first time in the daylight. The view was mostly of the main house across the small courtyard. There was not a cloud in the sky and the sun's energy could be felt through the window glass. The house seemed to be surrounded by lush and beautiful landscaping but there was nothing but barren desert beyond in all directions. The land beyond was mostly filled with scrubby-looking bushes and trees with a few prickly pears scattered among them. 

She could see a very small concrete pad jutting out from what must be the garage but it ended within fifty feet or so. The driveway was not marked in any fashion. She wondered how he found his way in from the road, especially at night. She was able to slide the small window open a few inches wide. The heat was incredible and felt like a hair dryer as she felt a soft breeze blowing in through the open window. She closed the window immediately. The elements would make escape especially challenging. Perhaps she could somehow make it at night..

Linda estimated that she could get the work done in about an hour so she took the opportunity to snoop as far as her tether would allow. She started toward the huge patio door in the great room when the tether nearly tripped her when it came to the end of its travel. It looked like there might be a swimming pool outside the sliding patios door with lusher landscaping. Mountains could be seen in the distance in that direction. 

Linda checked the full bath that was along one side of the casita. After pulling her tether around the door she could just make it into the tub if she held her leg up near the edge. Maybe she could help herself to that bath if there was still time. Unfortunately, the only clocks that were available on the microwave and oven were blinking 12:00. She was losing track of time. It was easy to at least set the time for 12:00 without the flashing so she could measure how much time had passed. Deciding that she better get back to work she finished the dishes that had been soaking. She would be able to hear his truck coming - wouldn't she? The thought of remaining in the submissive position on the floor for an extended period of time didn't sound pleasant.

She found the bucket, cleaner and sponge to wash the floor. She had never even washed her own floors on her hands and knees before. Working without clothes did have its advantage while she got hot scrubbing and cleaning the tile. The fine desert sand/dust was everywhere, making the water in the bucket murky and requiring frequent changes. She finally finished to the point where she thought it looked pretty good. She rechecked the list and found that she still needed to clean the bathroom. She hurriedly got the cleaning supplies for that job and wiped everything down to a glistening shine. She eyed the tub but didn't dare try to take a bath now. 

She went out to check the clock on the microwave - 12:55. She could maybe fit in a quick bath. She saw that there were towels on the rack and a bath mat in place. She turned on the water to fill the tub. A quick shower mould be safer so she did that instead. The warm water on her sweaty skin felt wonderful. She'd have to make do with her best fingers to fix up her hair. She cleaned up any water that was left on the floor and went back to the kitchen. She still had about half an hour before he would be returning. She tried the position that he had showed her. It seemed pretty simple and it only took seconds to be ready for him when he walked through the door. She stood again to check out other things.

She looked at the dishes that lay drying on the counter. The fry pan looked like her best weapon should she need to defend herself. She was pretty sure that he kept the key to her ankle tether on the same ring as the door and truck key. A plan was coming together but she'd have to do a little more reconnaissance before putting it in motion. She also found some salt that could be helpful to throw into his eyes to temporarily blind him. The aircraft cable tether would be very strong if she wanted to strangle hi but she doubted that she had enough strength to fight with him. Maybe if he were incapacitated in some other manner.

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When his truck came over the sand and rock, it was very evident. She froze, looked around to make sure everything was in place then moved to the place where she was to be, sitting in the submissive position. She waited for what seemed like a long time before she heard the deadbolt turn. She saw that all of the keys were in fact on the came keying which he put back into his right jeans pocket. He was carrying a box and some shopping bags. She remained motionless, just studying him to see how he would approach her. He ignored her and walked over to the kitchen countertop where he set everything down. He then walked over to the kitchen counter to inspect the dishes and the kitchen in general.

"Very good, Linda," he said as he walked to a spot that was about six feet in front of her. He looked down at her. He folded his arms and took a stern stance. She glanced up at his face then moved her eyes back down.

"I see that you took it upon yourself to clean yourself," he said.

"Yes, Sir," she replied with her eyes directed straight ahead in his general direction but not at his face.

"I'm going to let it go this time because perhaps I didn't make myself clear but in the future you do exactly what you're told. No more or no less. Is that understood?"

"Yes, Sir," she replied meekly.

"Besides, you really needed to bathe after these past few days. I was planning on getting you a bath before I took care of your bush. I bought a few things for you. They're mostly for my pleasure but you may enjoy them too. "Go over to the table and lay like I placed you before.

Linda stood up and walked slowly to the table. She jumped up to sit on the edge, then laid down as before. She brought her arms up over her head, holding her hands together in the absence of the strap. She looked over toward Ben and saw him digging in one of the bags. He took something out and walked over to her. He snapped the piece of black cloth. She could see that it was a length of black velvet cloth - a blindfold no doubt.

"Here I want you to tie this tightly around your eyes. If I'm not satisfied and have to re-do it I will make a mental note of it for the next time I am punishing you."

Linda took the cloth from him and placed it over her eyes. She sat up to tie it securely in back of her head. She could feel that her air was already nearly dry in the desert air. She returned to the position As instructed and waited nervously for what he didn't want her to see. She could hear him back with the packages, digging and opening a box, she thought. He was doing something for quite a while before he could be heard walking back toward her. She heard him plug something into the wall socket before she felt the cord across her left leg. She flinched when the cold object was placed against her clit. A buzzing sound followed when her turned the vibrator on.

"Since you didn't cum for me before, I am going to make you cum repeatedly. I'm going to play this by ear as far as how long I continue.

He ran the buzzing head along her slit, stopping again at her clit. She could feel the wetness well up inside her very quickly. The device seemed to be tuned into exactly what caused her arousal. She couldn't fight it. She started her fof4rst orgasm within the first minute of stimulation. He ran the head around and over her clit, making her entire body shudder. The intensity grew. She was screaming as her nerves went into overload. The orgasms came in waves but the intensity was extreme. Linda wiggled from side to side as he continued to elicit more and more climaxes from her. When Ben finally withdrew and turned it off, she lay panting. Her entire groin area was hyper sensitized. She could feel the stimulation all the way down to her toes.

"That's my girl," he said as he walked away. "Stay still now." He said from across the room.

When he returned he climbed up on the table on top of her. She could feel that he had undressed again.

"This time, let's see how things go," he said as he ripped the blindfold from her face and over her head.



Broken Ch. 04: Jackie's Story



 Some of you have wondered how Jackie fared after she was sold along with Sarah. This is her story.

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Jackie felt like she was experiencing a bad high on some wicked drug as she began to awaken. She saw bright colors and strange people sitting beside her in the ambulance. At times they seemed to be moving in slow motion with their speech abnormally drawn out as well. She tried to move her body to stretch her limbs but met stiff resistance from the tight straps that held her to the gurney. The boning in her tight corset poked into her, especially under her breasts and around her waist. One of the men held an oxygen mask over her nose and mouth and instructed her to breathe deeply. She could feel the movement of the vehicle as it sped along a highway in pitch blackness from her vantage point. As her faculties began to return she remembered the assholes that had placed her here. She roared with anger and frustration as she clenched her fists. Somebody was going to pay for this! What was that guy's name? Patrick or David or something like that instead of a normal name like Pat or Dave. David; that was it. She couldn't wait to be alone with him so she could kick his ass. Her head hurt from all the drugs that they had injected into her body. That pissed her off too. Where was he anyway?

The drive seemed to go on forever. It was more uncomfortable by the minute to be strapped so tightly. She grew tired of looking at the two attendants who hovered over her.

"C'mon you guys. Loosen these straps a little bit for me. I'm not going anywhere."

Both men avoided eye contact and ignored her. When she continued to beg, one of them placed the oxygen mask over her face and looped the elastic strap around her head. This caused her rage to build but the straps held and all she could do was make noise and try to thrash around under the restraints. She noticed that one of the men couldn't take his eyes off her mostly naked body. She gave him, the evil eye but his gaze was not on her face.

After a drive that seemed to take nearly three hours they pulled off the freeway and proceeded down low-speed roads. Jackie could feel that the road surface was not as smooth as the freeway and surmised that they were somewhere in a semi-rural development. Street lights could be seen as they passed along and the ambulance made several stops at intersections where she could see semaphores as the vehicle crept along as if it were looking for the place to turn. She felt the vehicle stop suddenly and then back up before turning hard to the right. It went just a short way through complete darkness again until it stopped.

"Okay, we're here", the driver announced. "Take her in through the front doors. Our instructions are to keep her on the gurney in the foyer until the customer arrives. He says he's about a half-hour out."

The men sprang into action and opened the rear door of the ambulance. They expertly pulled the gurney out without shaking her much and rolled it toward the front door. She looked around as they moved her. There wasn't much light other than the front lights on the house and a few scattered in the bushes. She could tell that the yard seemed massive and heavily wooded. They lifted the gurney to bring it up a few steps onto a front porch. The house looked to be quite large judging by the size of the entry and foyer. Jackie had a sick feeling in her stomach now that she was at her final destination waiting for the man who had just bought her. Despite her tough personality, she was scared. She was inclined to continue to act tough to keep him on his heels but wondered whether being compliant might be better to throw him off guard then pounce. 

A lot of thoughts passed through her mind as the attendants milled about on the tile as she lay on the gurney in the foyer. She looked at the fancy chandelier that hung above and the ornate woodwork that was visible from her perspective. The man obviously had money. Maybe if she thought things through she could not only escape but take some of his money too. Jackie was sure that she would somehow figure out a way to get away. Her prison experience sometimes came in handy. There was no way that pussy; David was going to hold her indefinitely. She was wired but also felt tired in addition to feeling sick to her stomach. If she wasn't so wound up she would probably have fallen asleep long ago. She knew that she was at a disadvantage not knowing her whereabouts or what she might find to aid in her escape. It was difficult for her but she would somehow have to be patient and observant. If given the chance, she was confident that she could beat him in a street fight. Wouldn't that be sweet revenge?

Suddenly there was activity and the men acted more professional, taking their respective posts. She saw the headlights and heard another vehicle pull up outside. A car door slammed outside in the driveway and the man whom she knew as David appeared through the front door. He immediately approached her from her feet on her left side. He looked down at her, staring directly into her eyes. 

"How's my new pet?" he asked her. Here we are Jackie or I guess I'm supposed to call you Jennifer now."

He stroked her left cheek but she turned away without any verbal response. 

"You will call me Master or Sir. I'm big on protocol and discipline...and punishment when necessary. I'll give you some time to adapt but I know that you desperately need training. I can't wait to show you my vast array of training tools both new and other that we know were used thousands of years ago."

He didn't say that he was ex-military but he might as well have. She could picture him as a drill sergeant or maybe an officer. She paused, wondering what this asshole was going to do to her. Maybe she'd have to make her move sooner rather than later. She knew that sometimes, timing was everything.

He addressed the men who had delivered her. "I want you to take her to my special holding room in the basement. I'll show you the way. It will be easiest for you to go back outside and bring her around to the walkout door down there. I'll turn on some lights for you."

"Yes, Sir," the driver said.

David walked from the foyer into another room where he turned on some lights outside the back of the house. He looked down through a picture window to make sure everything looked okay for the move.

"Just follow the sidewalk around the house to the right and I'll meet you at the basement patio door," he said to the men.

They rolled the gurney to the door and carried it back down the stairs to the sidewalk. She could see nothing but thick woods beyond the sidewalk as they circled the house. 

Being outside in the middle of the night she had an idea. Jennifer yelled out," Help! They're kidnapping me. Somebody please help me!"

The men felt uneasy and one clamped his hand over her mouth. When they arrived at a patio door David was waiting for them with the door open.

"No worries," he said calmly. "There's no one anywhere near this house who could possibly hear her. The nearest place is almost a quarter mile away through solid woods. Bring her in here and all the way back in that direction," he said as he pointed toward on where to take her. "Go ahead; scream for help some more until you become hoarse. I have just the thing to silence you."

She stopped yelling and tried to look around in her new surroundings. David went ahead of them and led the group to a steel door where the basement was completely underground at a front corner of the house.

"Take her in there," he commanded. "We're going to transfer her to the cage in here for the evening. It's too late to start anything with her tonight. Set her on the bench and we'll place this steel neck shackle around her tracking collar. I have cuffs for her wrists. We'll cuff her behind her back for now until I can get her under control and be less violent and belligerent."

David led the way as they unstrapped her enough to roll her on her side to get her hands cuffed behind her back. She fought them every step of the way with remarkable strength. All four men were busy holding her in place. The rolled the gurney as close as possible to the bench to reach the neck shackle that was held to the wall with a heavy chain. The men rolled her off the gurney and laid her on the bench. In a show of strength, David grabbed her around her waist and set her upright on the bench.

"I don't care what you do for the rest of the night, but I suggest that you try to get some sleep. We begin your slave training tomorrow."

Jennifer looked up at David from her sitting position on the bench. The first thing she noticed about him was that he must be well over six feet tall and muscular. Under different circumstances she might even consider him to be handsome. He was fortyish with dark hair. His physique was apparent even through his clothes. He would undoubtedly tower over her five and a half foot frame. He stood over her as though he wanted her to see how big and powerful he was. The other three men left her alone in the cell while David checked her chain one last time then headed out. He closed and locked the door with a double deadbolt after the heavy door was closed with a thud. 

She looked around at the rest of the chamber. She noticed that there was a peephole in the steel door for looking in but the cell had no other openings. When the light on the ceiling went out it was pitch black except for a tiny dot of light in the peephole. That went out too after a few minutes. She couldn't hear anything outside the cell. She leaned back against the wall then decided to lie down on the bench. Jennifer was just plain uncomfortable. The restraints around her wrists were steel and consequently were very unforgiving against her wrists. Her shoulders ached from her arms being held that way and the ribbing in the corset poked her. She felt tense and apprehensive but mostly pissed off about her future but somehow fell asleep anyway.

She was awakened by the loud noise of the door being opened and the thumping of a six-foot wooden staff against the concrete floor. She had mixed feelings about waking as she was still tired but was in the middle of a bad dream involving David. 

"What the hell?" she muttered as she squinted her eyes at the bright single bulb in a clear glass cover attached to the ceiling. 

She had been in a deep but restless sleep and felt disoriented at first when he came into her cell. She sat up and looked first at him then around the area for signs of anyone else. It appeared that David was alone and ready to begin her day. He walked over in front of her and pushed her onto her side on the bench.

"I'm going to take the handcuffs off now. Try anything and you'll feel what this staff can do across your body," he threatened.

She desperately wanted out of the cuffs so she thought better of challenging him at the moment. He leaned over her with a key and released the cuffs, pausing after he had removed the first just to make sure she was going to behave. She could smell the freshness of his clean clothes, body wash and deodorant from a recent shower. David took the opportunity to run his hands over her mostly exposed breasts that were only covered up to her nipples by the tight-fitting corset. She reeled at his touch but knew that now was not the time to fight. He lifted her up after removing the restraints and let her rub her wrists where the harsh metal had abraded her skin. She was sickened by how raw they had become in such a short time.

"Jennifer, we are going to bind your arms to my trusty staff her. I want you to stand and hold your arms straight out like this," he demonstrated. "I will rest this wooden stick over your shoulders and along your arms while my assistant ties it to your arms and wrists. Kathy, come in here please."

Confirming Jennifer's suspicion, another young woman entered her cell, her head bowed down and carrying some things. Kathy seemed sullen, not saying a word and not showing any emotion. Jennifer saw the same type of tracking collar as she wore around Kathy's neck. Another slave perhaps? Kathy had a bundle of cloth in one hand that Jenifer assumed must be what they were going to use as binding for her. Apart from worrying about what was in store for her, Jennifer was fascinated by Kathy as she watched her every move. It was obvious that Kathy had some idea what she was supposed to do because she received very little verbal direction. In fact she gave the impression that she had done this before.

Jennifer's arms were tiring and she let them settle from being straight out. David approached her, staring directly into her eyes and grabbed her arms. He roughly lifted them back up. On impulse, Jennifer slapped him hard across his face with her right hand. As he was recovering from the shock, she positioned herself for retribution. He looked at her aggressive posture and swept one end of the staff across the floor and against her calves in an attempt to knock her off her feet. The former Jackie, inmate and hell-raiser was well versed in street fighting and didn't go down easily. She was however off balance when he laid into her with his shoulder and brought her to the floor. David pressed her face against the concrete with one hand as he pulled her other arm into a wrist lock. With her left cheek on the floor and her right shoulder feeling the strain, she stopped struggling.

"If you ever lay a hand on me again. Bitch I'll have you staked out spread-eagle in the woods for the mosquitoes to feast on your naked body," he roared in a stern voice. "Don't think that you aren't going to pay for that little act of foolishness."

She could tell that he was a little winded and surprised by her actions. No other woman had probably ever challenged him before. The next time, and she was certain that there would be a next time, she'd have to make sure to have a weapon in her own hands, she thought. He grabbed her and rolled her roughly onto her stomach. He placed the long stick on her shoulders and grabbed her right arm.

"Give me a couple of those straps," he ordered Kathy. "You tie her left side like I showed you. Make sure everything is tight."

They each pulled on and straightened one of Jennifer's arms and began by tying her wrists to the ends of the pole. The ridges along the pole prevented the ties from sliding. Jennifer struggled against the two of them while they held on to get her restrained. At one point David slapped her across the back of her head to get her attention and make her stop. Once her arms were securely spread they tied her upper arms tightly to the staff, leaving deep depressions in her arms. David took another length of the cloth and slipped it under her chin and around her neck, then also tied it to the staff to secure it rigidly. When he was satisfied that everything was tight enough he stood, leaned down above her and grabbed the staff, lifting her by her upper arms. He maneuvered her to her feet so that she was standing directly in front of him, facing in the same direction as he.

She was unsure of his intentions as he stood so close to her back that she could feel his warm breath on the back of her head. She started to turn but was stopped by two firm hands on her outstretched arms. The bindings were already feeling uncomfortable as they pinched her muscles and made her arms tingle. He brought his hands around her and up over her breasts. He slipped his fingers into the top of the corset and checked out her nipples. He squeezed and tugged on them, making them grow hard from the stimulation. She tried to turn again but he reprimanded her.

"Stand still my little bitch while I play with you." He said in a commanding tone. 

He continued to play with her firm and round globes as his breathing could clearly be heard to quicken. It tickled when he dragged his fingertips lightly over her breasts and circled her areolas. She stiffened when he firmly took hold of her nipples and pulled on them simultaneously. He pulled hard enough to inflict a little pain and she held her breath until he released them, He ran his right hand down between her legs to see whether she was getting excited. Her slit felt warm and moist but not wet. 

"This ought to tame you a bit and make you a little more docile submissive, "he explained as he watched her check out how confining the simple device felt.

"I'll still kick your ass," she retorted.

Jennifer twirled her body half way around to demonstrate how she was now equipped with a weapon that could be used on him if he weren't careful. He stepped back out of the way, and then wrapped his arm around her neck from behind to subdue her.

"Kathy, bring me the neck corset, would you please?" he asked nicely. "That's why you will be left out in the courtyard until I call for you," he dismissed her threat. "Don't forget to turn sideways like that when you go through the doorways."

Kathy returned within the minute carrying a black sleeve with a bundle of black lacing hanging from it. He opened the sleeve and placed it around Jennifer's neck while he stood in front of her. She started to turn away but to her surprise, Kathy grabbed her bound arms and held her from moving away.

"Lace it up, tightly," he told Kathy as he stood ready to subdue Jennifer if needed.

Kathy began the laborious task of threading the laces through the eyelets on the back of the otherwise stiff device. Once she had the laces started she drew them tight, forcing Jennifer's head to left as the corset pressed up under her chin. A thick ridge also partly covered her mouth once the device was in pace. Kathy continued to lace and tighten the laces until she reached the end at the base of Jennifer's neck. She tied the laces with a bow and stepped back. Between her arms being held straight out and her head being held rigidly upright, Jennifer could not look around without moving and turning her entire body. David came over and began to unlace her body corset. After loosening it he completely removed it with the hooks in front.

"Slaves need to earn the privilege of wearing clothes," he remarked as he gave her a quick smack on the ass before taking her by the staff directly behind her neck and taking her away.

He led her down a hallway and out a door that opened into a beautifully manicured garden in the middle of the house structure. The outdoor space looked to be about the size of a large living room. She could see that windows from the house covered all sides of the courtyard. There were paths covered with bark mulch that ran through the countless trees and plants. He left her after leading her to the middle where a bench was positioned under the largest tree.

"Feel free to wander around if you like," he instructed her. "I'll be back shortly to continue with your training. Take this time to relax and chill out."

His comment brought fire to her eyes but she knew that he had the upper hand for now. She decided to sit down carefully onto the bench to get used to her current situation. The collar was tight even when she sat still. No matter how much she tried, she could not even look down to see her own body. She could just barely see her extended arms with her peripheral vision. It was as if she was walking around on a cross. She was not one to forgive and forget. The longer she sat waiting, the more the rage built up inside. Something was going to give when he least expected it, she thought. She was not one to put on a happy face either so she struggled to create the illusion that she was calming down. She barely noticed the fragrances of the flowers and the beautiful setting.

David suddenly burst through a different door to the courtyard and found Jennifer sitting quietly on the bench. He mistook this for her having calmed down and told her to stand and follow him. She complied, mostly out of curiosity and followed him into the door from where he came. She found herself in a large bedroom, presumably his. The room was nicely appointed with masculine furniture and needed a woman's touch in her opinion. The huge four-post king-size bed with its comforter and pillows almost hid the smallish frame of Kathy who was lying under the covers. 




Broken Ch. 04: Jackie's Story



"Come here, Kathy," David commanded.

Kathy crawled out from under the covers, completely naked and approached Jennifer. David positioned Jennifer with her butt against the bottom of the bed. Without any discussion, Kathy and David each took restraints that were already tied to the posts at the bottom of the bed and wrapped them around Jennifer's wrists and the staff to hold her in place. David immediately reached down to stroke Jennifer's pussy as she squirmed.

"Be still of I'll have to get my flogger and use it on the front of your body on all the especially sensitive lady parts," he threatened with a wicked grin.

Jennifer hadn't noticed Kathy as she knelt down in front of her and took her legs by the ankles to spread them. Her touch startled Jennifer who allowed her legs to move a few inches. Kathy placed her hands on Jennifer's hips and began to run her tongue over Jennifer's slit. With the neck corset, she could not see anything but she could feel the skills that Kathy possessed in pleasuring another woman. A shiver ran up her spine as she quickly became aroused. David looked on with great interest as his two women engaged in cunnilingus. 

"Make sure you get her off," he eagerly advised as he saw the look on Jennifer's face. I'm going to fuck her after you get her all wet."

Jennifer rolled her eyes back then closed them as she seemed to be enjoying Kathy's tongue action. The slurping sound grew louder as Jennifer shuddered again. She had definitely cum, thought David. He tapped Kathy on the shoulder and she moved away, still on her knees. David removed his robe and short as he stepped into place to continue where Kathy left off. He placed his powerful hands around her bottom and lifted her just enough to get the tip of his erection into place. He thrust against her body and his cock glided smoothly into her cunt. He lingered at full depth then began stroking her. Jennifer didn't seem to mind as he fucked her until at last he came in several explosive spurts. She felt his muscles tense inside of her and she came intently again too. Kathy stroked both of them on their sides to be part of the exchange as well. She seemed to relish her role as a sex slave in his home very much. Jennifer wondered if Kathy was the product of extensive training of if that was just her personality. She found the willing helper thing odd.

"Okay MS Jennifer," he said coldly afterward. "It's time to take you back to your cell. Kathy, untie her other wrist while I get this side."

He released her from the bed posts but there was no indication that he was going to untie her arms or remove the brace from her neck. Jennifer's arms ached from the strain and the ligatures were making her skin turn blue. He led her to a stairway that was down the hall from the bedroom. She had to contort herself to angle the pole so it didn't touch the walls. He had threatened to punish her if she made any marks on the walls. She almost fell once because she couldn't see her feet as she walked awkwardly down the carpeted stairs. He held onto her right arm to help guide and balance her. The basement looked familiar as she was escorted back to her cell. He closed the heavy door and locked it again without telling her anything. She felt cold and alone. The only position other than standing that she could achieve was to flop onto her bottom and rest her back against the cold cement wall. He had told her that slaves have to earn the right to wear clothes so it might be a long time before she had anything to wear. For the first time, she felt an element of despair and almost felt like crying but she would not let them see her that way.

When the door opened the next morning, Jennifer was surprised to see Kathy enter the cell with a tray. She walked over to where Jennifer was laying/sitting and balanced the tray on her knee.

"I'm here to feed you since you can't do it yourself," she said softly.

"I'm thirsty," Jennifer said in a hoarse voice as she wondered what the hell. "Hey can you loosen these bindings? My arms are killing me."

"Are you crazy?" she answered. "I wouldn't dare do anything that he didn't tell me to do. I've been punished more than enough to last a lifetime. Trust me," said Kathy. "You don't want to fight with or push this man too much. He'll crush you then discard you. He's a mean SOB. I've seen tougher women than me come and go through this house. There is only one way to survive and that's to do things his way. You can accept that now or learn it the hard way but believe me, I know."

"Did you fight and resist him before?" asked Jennifer, now a little more interested in what Kathy had to say."

"Yes I did, for about a week or two. I think the thing that finally broke me was when he put me into the sensory deprivation torture. It nearly drove me insane. Thank god someone else gave me the same advice I'm giving you now. He is very stubborn and arrogant. He will never give up until you are submissive to him or destroyed in the process of making you that way."

Kathy gave her another drink of orange juice and spoon fed her some cold cereal. The food was a simple and welcome pleasure after the previous evening. Jennifer cleaned the plate and drank the water in addition to the juice. It was hard to eat with her head and jaw held up and her mouth half-covered. Kathy had to use the spoon to scrape food off her neck corset to get it back into her mouth.

"How long have you been here?" asked Jennifer.

"I don't keep track of the time very well but I think it's been nearly half a year," Kathy replied. "I used to make marks on a scrap piece of paper to keep track but I lost that when I was relocated here in the house."

"Are there other girls here now?" asked Jennifer as she became more and more intrigued.

"No, just you and me. They came and took another girl away a little while before you came. I think she was having a nervous breakdown."

"Who took her away?"

"I think it might have been the same people that delivered us because I recognized one of the guys who carried her out on a stretcher."

"Have you ever figured out or planned a way to escape from here?" asked Jennifer.

"I used to think about it but the Master keeps pretty tight reigns on me." She pulled on her tracking collar. "In fact I better get going or he'll come looking for me. I really try to avoid trouble. See you later. I'm sure I'll be assisting in your training."

Kathy left quickly and locked the door after slamming it closed. Her remarks ran through Jennifer's mind and raised even more questions than they had answered. Hopefully she would have some more time together with Kathy to find out more about David and the place where he had them incarcerated. As Jennifer though some more she wondered whether that conversation with Kathy had been staged. She wouldn't be surprised if he had some sort of listening device in her cell to get more insight on her so if Kathy did come back, would it just be for him to find out more information? Was part of Kathy's mission to scare her and to discourage any thoughts of escape? Anything was possible in this arena of mind games. She'd still kick his ass some day!

David arrived about a half hour later. Jennifer was dozing when she heard the deadbolts click open and the door squeak as he opened it slowly. He walked over to his new slave to see how she had fared overnight.

"Good morning m, Jennifer," he said in an almost pleasant voice. "Did you rest well last night?"

"Just great," she answered in her own non-threatening voice.

"Liar," he called her on it. "I happen to know that you were awake most of the night, fidgeting around down her. Are you cold? Of course you are," he said answering his own question.

"Today we start intensive training. You demonstrated some very bad behavior last night. I can't tolerate that sort of thing so you're going to learn to toe the line. I spent quite a bit of time last night deciding what is appropriate for someone like you and I think I got it. Kathy! Come in here."

Kathy nearly ran to her Master's side upon hearing the command. Jennifer really had to wonder about her.

"Go untie the staff from her arms and neck but leave the neck corset on. I'm going to make some last minute adjustments on the device next door. Bring her in when you finish."

"Yes, Sir," Kathy replied.

Kathy stood behind Jennifer as she went to work untying the knots in the cloth that bound the wooden rod to Jennifer's arms and neck. Kathy said nothing and was careful to not allow freedom until as late as possible. She started with the neck then untied the wraps around her upper arms. The bindings at Jennifer's wrists were untied last as she was finally freed from holding her arms straight out. Jennifer stretched her shoulders and arms, folding her elbows and reaching across her body with both arms. The circulation slowly re-energized her arms but there were hideous indentations in her flesh and muscles.

"You can bring her in here now," she heard David call out from somewhere down the hall.

Kathy seemed to know exactly what to do and quickly escorted Jennifer down the hall to the next door on the right and ushered her inside. Jennifer expected something unusual and what she saw fell into that category. There was a clear plastic box that stood about six feet tall. At the front were two hinged doors that we about half a foot deep, made of a Plexiglas-like material she surmised. The rest of the box looked to be nearly two feet deep and maybe three feet wide. There were many black tube-shaped projections fastened to the box with metal tips that all faced inward from the sides of the box. Wires came out of them all and went to one central box; about two feet cubed that stood beside the clear container. The two covers had the same sort of electrodes facing inward as well.

"Here is my latest creation ladies. It's sort of a modern equivalent of the medieval iron maiden. Instead of an iron non-see through box I decided I'd rather see what's happening inside. Instead of sharp pointed knives in the walls of the box I've substituted electrodes that I can adjust for intensity and proximity. Once you're locked in the box, dear Jennifer, I will screw them all in to conform to your body and give you about an inch of clearance between the electrodes and your skin. That's probably not too difficult to avoid at that distance for a while but we'll see what happens when you've been standing in there for several hours. Once you touch one, I expect that you'll jump then bounce around like a pinball. You'll lose your bearings for how you were originally standing and find it hard to stop setting off electric shocks all over your body. We'll call this an experiment. Jennifer," he gestured with his hand for her to enter.

Being especially scared of electric shocks, Jennifer hesitated. David took her by the hands and turned Jennifer so her back was facing the box. He then led her inside, back first. Her arms were placed tightly against her sides. He closed the two front doors and latched them together. With her neck stretched and her head lifted high she stood motionless. David started adjusting the insertion depth of the electrodes, bringing each one about an inch from her body. She could only see him adjusting the electrodes in a few places in her peripheral vision but she stood shaking she was so scared. Knowing that she was going to have to remain still only made her apprehension worse. He hadn't said anything but she assumed that the electrodes had not yet been turned on as he adjusted things. She noticed Kathy standing back against one of the walls, nervously chewing on her nails.

Finally he made the announcement that she had been dreading, "Okay, I think we're ready to turn it on now. Let's see how long you can go without touching anything live" he said. "Or to give you a fighting chance, how about we see whether you can make it for one hour."

He looked at his watch and then walked over to the main power box and flipped a switch. There was no sound and she couldn't see whether there was a light to indicate that it was turned on. Jennifer stood terrified in the sadistic box. There was some fogging of the plastic as she sweated and breathed heavily. She wondered whether there were air holes in the box. David walked around her standing in the box, looking at the gaps between her body and the electrodes. She knew that she was swaying slightly as she tried to remain still but her senses told her that she was swaying more as she began to fatigue. How long had it been - about ten minutes? She felt the beads of sweat forming and trickling down her forehead and the rest of her naked body. The neck corset was not only confining but felt very hot around her neck, making her itch. The perspiration stung as it seeped into her eyes. She desperately wanted to raise her hand to wipe her face but she knew that there was no room to move her arms. She could see the asshole watching her, just waiting for her to make a mistake. Knowing that strengthened her resolved to make it that hour.

The standoff continued. David had expected her to shock herself by then but she had steadfastly remained still enough to avoid the protruding electrodes for forty-five minutes. He began to wonder whether they were live but he did know that she had remained remarkably still. He thought about what he might do to make her move but decided to not cheat and see whether she really could go the hour. He wasn't about to stand and wait much longer than that and what would be the fun of leaving her inside alone? Maybe he could use the apparatus again another day if he didn't get the results he wanted this time. 

Just as he was resigned to giving up on the idea he heard the distinct sound of an electric jolt. He saw her suddenly lurch forward after she had apparently touched an electrode in the back. The forward movement had bounced her against at least two electrodes in front and he could see the spark jump between her breast and the electrode. She recoiled back and touched her left leg against one when trying to stabilize herself. She was unsure of where to move after that contact and rattled around in the chamber through at least a half-dozen additional jolts until things became silent again. She had the distinct look of pain and horror on her face. Knowing better than to move but feeling the burn and sting that the shocks had left behind made every muscle in her body tense. The smug look that he had grown accustomed to was gone. She was genuinely scared now. He felt a brief moment of victory as the hour ended without further contact.

"Well done, Jennifer," he complimented her. "Unfortunately you got stung. Behave and maybe you won't have to spend another session in the box."

He turned the power off and then unlatched the doors. Once the doors were opened he pulled her by the neck to guide her clear of the protrusions and then he took her by the wrists to lead her out of his torture chamber. She trembled from her experience. The shocks were very painful and left her rattled. The stiff corset around her neck prevented her from checking out the damage. Judging from the way she felt she expected that there were probably marks on her skin. The electric shock really made her muscles contract in such a manner that she lost control of her body. She remembered that her leg almost buckled under her when the electrode touched the back of her thigh. Had she fallen she's hate to imagine the consequences.

"You look like you made it through without much damage," he volunteered as he guessed what she wondered most. "I think next time I should tighten the gaps a little too. What do you think?"

She found a little comfort in hearing that she hadn't sustained any permanent scarring. She did not ever want to have to go through that again. She wasn't in the mood to answer his sadistic question. What did she think? He should be the one in the box! Maybe someday she could make it happen. Bastard! She had to let it go before she took another swing at him. Her body felt weak so now was not the time for that fight. If only she could get Kathy on her side. Even though she wasn't very big or strong maybe she could help to deceive him into a trap of some sort.

"You know this isn't what I'm about," David confided to Jennifer. Once we get you in line I'm much rather be fucking you than torturing you. Do you think you can do as you're told without me having to beat the shit out of you?"

"Oh, I don't know," she said trying to be nice but not overly so. "Maybe if you were to let me go I might have some feelings for you but I will never allow myself to be content with being some man's property. Besides, shit like this really takes a lot out of a person's dignity and physical health. How sexy do you expect me to be after you kick the shit out of me? Maybe you could drug me into being a zombie Barbie doll. Would that turn you on? Don't you get it? Slavery just doesn't work for all of us."

David was frustrated because she made some good points but that's not what he wanted to hear.

"I have psychological torture methods that are sometimes effective. I'm sure you experienced some at the hands of Dr. Lee. She did her thesis on psychological torture; did you know that? She's one of the most educated people in the world on the subject. Maybe you would prefer I take that approach, not that you get a say in the matter. I will break you or you'll go down in flames trying. I bought you because I saw you as a challenge so consider your options. There is always an easy way and more difficult ways to get what I want. In this case, YOU make that decision. I'm going to take you back to your cell to think about things while I prepare for what's to come for you next."

He walked her to the cell where she had been before and locked her away without any further discussion. The door closed with the familiar thud and the deadbolts clunked into place. Jennifer pondered her next move as well.



Broken Ch. 05



6:30 pm, on the dot. Although Madi wasn't usually the most punctual of people the butterflies in her stomach had her moving a bit faster than usual. She had opted to change into more casual garb after work, falling back on the standard. Flare leg jeans hugged her hips and thighs, moving out beginning at the knee, finally falling to cover the toes of a pair of denim pumas in ragged edges. Mud and salt stained the first few inches thanks to her short stature. Torso was hugged by a wifebeater that peeked out beneath the bright yellow t-shirt and black zip up hoodie she wore. She took a deep breath, raising her hand and knocking. It was a minute or so before the door opened.

Dimitri smiled at her, "Hey, right on time. You want a beer or something? He spoke as he turned, his voice echoing against the hardwood floors of his front hallway and getting more and more distant. She followed him, forcing a confident smile across her lips. He had invited her. She had simply accepted. She was not on the chopping block tonight, all she could do was keep breathing and try her hardest to behave like a normal human being. 

"Yeah, a beer sounds great." She spoke as she leaned against the left side of the door jam, hugging her notebook to her chest as she watched him move about the kitchen. Sweatpants hung off the round of his ass, the peaks of his shoulder blades pushing out against the back of his t-shirt. Teeth sunk into her lower lip as she imagined the cut lines of muscle rippling beneath his flesh. It had been a long time since she had dug her fingertips in the firmness of someone's shoulders, felt the way warm, moist skin forced fingertips to stick and slide all at the same time. The loudness of the breath that escaped her nostrils startled her, a pale blush filling her cheeks as Dimitri looked over at her.

"You okay?" His smile was cock-eyed, a dimple denting one cheek but not the other. The butterflies were back again. So much for acting like a normal human being. When had she become such an uncontrollable pervert? She cleared the lump in her throat before speaking.

"Uh, yeah, sorry, I just zone out sometimes." He nodded. He could have sworn he had caught her staring at him, but maybe she had just been staring into oblivion. He walked to her, handing her a beer before squeezing though the door. His closeness made her weak in the knees.

Any hope for studying soon dissolved, at least they both had copies of each other's notes to refer to. After three beers, it was apparent Madi was a bit buzzed, her tongue garbling words here and there. She was all smiles and laughter, a million miles away from the silent, sullen girl who had stared out the window with eyes full of misery. 

"So, yeah, I'm an amazing hockey player, a prize winning author, and a model… you know, gotta cover all the bases." He laughed at himself and so did Madi. He was glad she could appreciate the humor. "So what about you?"

"Well, I, too, am a model and a prize winning author, but I am also the best campaign manager in the history of American politics. I'm in text books." Madi nodded. "Oh, and I saved my entire platoon in Vietnam." She grinned and poked him playfully. "No, for real. What tricks can you do?"

"What am I? A Labrador?"

"Well, you certainly belong in the pound with that scraggly mutt chin of yours." 

"Scraggly mutt chin? Scraggly mutt chin?!? That's it!" He dove on her as she squealed, rubbing the coarse hair of his beard's beginnings against her cheek. She was lost in giggles, squirming delightfully as he pressed her hands into the couch beneath her. 

"Owww." The complaint was a half-hearted attempt at getting him off of her, his beard scratching her in the most enjoyable way. She was gasping for air so hard her sides were starting to hurt but it felt good to laugh like this, even if it did take three or four beers to get there. "I promise not to take revenge if you stop right now." The words came in between gasps and giggles as she continued to fight him, her hounds now bound in one of his big mitts, his free hand harassing her abdomen with spasm inducing tickles.

"And if I don't stop?" He grinned, still tickling her. He couldn't deny that he enjoyed the way her torso rolled as she tried to get free. Her chest heaved with every breath and her hair had fallen out of its loose bun, several wild tendrils flying around her face, which was flushed, her eyes sparkling as tears rolled down her cheeks.

"I'll…tickle you…until…you pee..yourself." The words were breathy now; perhaps he should give her a break before she passed out or something. He slammed her hands above her head, holding her down with his weight before removing his hand from her waist and sitting up a bit. Her cheeks were raw from his scratching and she smiled as she panted. He had never seen her like that before, wild and alive, he couldn't resist the opportunity as his lips rushed to meet hers.  It only lasted a split second before he realized the gravity of the situation. Her body's sudden rigidness brought him tumbling back to reality. Here was, holding down a half-drunk girl and kissing her without warning. Her lips were moist and warm; the taste of beer was less than wonderful though. It didn't matter though; everything about it had seemed perfect, aside from her reaction. The wet heat of her, the feeling of her breathes against his cheek, the way her breasts pressed into his chest. All this in less than a second before he was sitting up and moving off of her as quickly as possible.

"I'm, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to—" He wasn't sure where the sentence went from there. He didn't mean to what?  He hadn't MEANT to kiss her, but he wasn't sorry for that.

"Kiss me? Yeah, I know. It's okay, no big deal." She seemed embarrassed or hurt, neither of which he had ever seen in her before. She laughed, sitting back up and grabbing her coat. "I'm uh, gunna head out. Have a good night, see ya in class." She waved, her face someplace distant as she threw on her coat and turned her back on him. His hand grabbed the tail of her coat, making her jolt back. 

"No, I didn't say that. I didn't mean to scare you." There, he had found the right words. She had seemed afraid. "Please, stay and let me prove I'm not just a pervert." She sighed. It was a whole lot easier when it was a drunken mistake, but listening to him talk, she realized he wasn't drunk in the slightest. This was that grey area. The area where lies and truth were easy to mix up depending on what she wanted to hear. "Madi, please. I promise, I won't kiss you again." Oh god, that made it a whole lot easier. She rolled her eyes before turning to face him. If that's what he wanted, then she was willing to settle. It was a role she could play, one she had experience with.

"Okay." She shrugged off her jacket, sitting down beside him again and grabbing his beer. She laughed to ease the tension, hoping he couldn't tell the difference between the sound that had just left her throat and what she really sounded like. "But you better get me another beer."

"With pleasure." He pushed a smile for her, standing and moving into the kitchen. Had he just resigned from his pursuit? Had she just told him to?  He shrugged; there was no point in stressing over something he couldn't control.

The rest of the evening passed off without a hitch, except perhaps the hug good night. He had botched the hug good night, completely reluctant to let her go. She had stood there with an arm around him as he pressed her to his body, covertly filling his nostrils with the scent of her shampoo. Finally, she had patted his back gently, the most polite request for someone to let go. "Night, Madi." He smiled as she waved, turning away as he shut the door and watching her through the window as she walked down the street. 



Broken Ch. 05



The all-night sex was intense for both Ben and Linda. The Master-slave relationship seemed to be on hold as they became equals in their physicality. He noticed that she responded to his touch this time. He tried to be more sensuous in the manner, time and sequence in which he stimulated her body and it seemed to help get her off. He searched out her most sensitive and erogenous area. Her reaction was obvious when he did something that she enjoyed. As much as he tried to dominate her, things seemed to gravitate back to a more traditional relationship. He was enjoying himself so he didn't feel the need to be over-controlling.

At some point during the evening he moved her from the table to the bed. The intense fucking left them both hot and exhausted. They rested in the bed together at several points after they both had become spent. Ben felt triumphant in his ability to get her to cum, especially with such passion. He too had never felt such intense pleasure over and over. He wondered if their master/slave relationship somehow turned him on more than when he was with another woman. She seemed to try her best to please him. He looked at her face by the early sunlight. She seemed content. Linda had been so aroused from the vibrator that her genitals were hyper sensitized. He knew it was real because the bedding was still soaked as they lay together, uncovered to cool off. A ceiling fan swept cool air across their sweat-covered bodies.

Linda slept soundly, letting her guard down for the first time in the weeks that she had been in captivity. They had engaged one another for what seemed like hours and the room was now growing dark as the sun set. He too relaxed as he dozed with his arm across her lower back. They were both more tired than they realized and they slept through the night. Ben was awoken by the realization that the sun was shining in through the single window. He looked at Linda who was still sound asleep, clutching the sheet and blanket. Her face was half buried in a pillow.

Ben shook her awake. Still groggy she lurched as she realized where she was. She tried to get up immediately but he placed his hand on her back to let her know it was okay to remain in the bed. 

"Linda," he whispered softly. "I think it's time to get up. I want you to make some breakfast for us. There are eggs and English muffins in the refrigerator. See what else you can find - use your imagination. No bacon for me today. Two eggs over easy with a muffin. Coffee too - black. I'll wait here."

Maybe she wasn't in the best mood when she was awakened or maybe it was their seeming equality from the night before but she seriously misjudged their relationship.

"I don't feel like getting up yet," she said as she rolled over and wrapped her arms around the pillow.

He was taken aback by her refusal to do as he said. "Get you butt out of bed and make breakfast," he repeated sternly.

Still sleepy and partly to test him she playfully asked, "Can't you see I'm not awake yet? Besides, I think you're the better cook".

Ben knew that he couldn't stand for this. He grew angry which made him lose his composure. He pivoted in the bed and placed both feet against her back and bottom. With one strong push he launched her off the side of the bed.

"Maybe you didn't understand me, slave," he stated as she looked at him with a puzzled look on her face. "Don't test me!"

She knew now that he did have his limits with her although she had the feeling that he was often rather lenient. Maybe her charm was working. He had made mention of her beauty. That didn't mean that she wouldn't continue to test the boundaries. He watched as she reluctantly rolled onto her knees to stand. The tether dragged behind her. She wrapped her arms around her body, rubbing her hands up and down as the air was cold.

"You'll find your robe in the closet over there," he informed her.

She went into the closet and found a white robe hanging from the wooden rod that was otherwise essentially empty. She slipped into it and found it to be just slightly too large. Linda thought about how quickly his mood could change when he was irritated. She tied the cloth belt and wondered whether she could somehow use it as a weapon or a restraint. She walked into the kitchen as he watched closely from the bed.

"I think you'd better wash the bedding today," he suggested or commanded when he rolled onto a wet and cold spot on the bedding."

"Yes, Sir," she replied wearily but quickly.

"I'm going to take you outside today to let you see the place and to give you an idea of the vastness and desolation of the desert out there. I doubt that I could get far without a vehicle even knowing the lay of the land," he continued to reinforce the futility of trying to escape. "The winds keep my tire tracks buried with sand so the way out is quite tricky if you don't know some of my tricks that I've developed over the years. Even I had trouble finding this place when I first bought the property and built this place."

Linda was busy making a breakfast, focusing on making it as perfect as possible. She listened to his description of the compound. She'd have to look for herself before deciding whether she could manage to navigate through the desert. How far away was the nearest town she wondered to herself? He had been gone for a few hours yesterday including picking up some things and returning. Obviously steeling his truck would be the way to go when she made a run for freedom.

She started the coffee then picked up the fry pan in one hand and felt the weight and balance as she shook the butter around the pan. She wondered how much damage she could do with something like the pan. It was the best weapon that she had found so far. Linda put some bread in the toaster. She knew that she'd have to hit him really hard to knock him out cold or even kill him in order to get the keys from his pants pocket. She cracked four eggs into the pan after she let some butter melt on the electric stove. Too bad it wasn't a gas range, she thought. Gas stoves usually had some pretty heavy cast iron grills over the burners. She nearly laughed at the thought; it would be a shame to kill a guy that gave such good oral sex.

"How is breakfast coming?" he asked from his reclined position under the covers.

"Just a few minutes," she answered in a forced cheery voice back to him. 

"Good", he answered. "It smells good and that makes me hungrier."

He was already feeling at ease with her, she thought to herself as she felt the sharpness of a table fork against her finger. What if she just walked over there and let him have it with the fry pan? As tempting as that idea was, she decided that she had to be a little more patient to get more information on getting to someplace where she could get help. She felt that there's only be one attempt - successful or not, so she needed to plan carefully. Besides, on a more practical note she was starving hungry and breakfast was nearly ready. They hadn't eaten dinner the night before had they?

Another experiment came to mind as she dished the food out onto two plates. She tried it out.

"Would you be able to help me with the coffee while I set the table, please?" she asked in her most demure voice.

He remained still in the bed then eventually rolled out of bed and slipped into his robe. He walked over to the counter and took care of getting two mugs from the cupboard and filling them with coffee. Perfect! He can be called upon for help, even from his slave, she concluded.

He sat down at the table and waited for her to join him with the food. She served him first then placed the remainder on her plate. She had done a good job in the preparation. They both finished their breakfast quickly with little conversation.

"I want a blowjob now," he told her so casually that she wasn't sure that she had heard him correctly. He too was watching her face for the reaction to an order out of the blue. He could see the expression on her face change from relaxed to surprise.

"Sir? Right now?" she inquired, not sure that she understood.

"Yes, right here and now. Come over here and get on your knees. Open my robe and do it. I want to give you a facial so be ready for me to push your head away when I'm ready. Just close your eyes and let me do the rest. Open your robe too so I can see your breasts."

Linda moved cautiously over to where he was sitting and slowly lowered herself to her knees on the floor. She untied her belt and spread her robe to uncover her naked body. He smiled pleasantly with approval. She didn't have much experience in giving oral sex. She had tried it once with a boyfriend but it (or he) didn't last very long. She untied the belt on his robe and opened it, exposing his erect and reddening cock. She glanced at his face for encouragement before she leaned down and wrapped her mouth around his member. 

She immediately tasted the sex from the night before on his member as she worked her tongue and lips around his penis. Ben gently placed his hands on her head and began to guide her back and forth along the length of his member. She could feel him grow tense as he climbed toward climax quickly. He gently rocked her head and body back as he moaned. The blast was sudden when he came. She closed her eyes just in time as the sticky thick fluid erupted onto her face. It coated her left eyelid, then her right. He must have ejaculated half a dozen times before the covering of her face stopped.

Linda slowly opened her eyes when he was finished. The sticky goo hung from her eyelashes and dripped down her cheeks. It was also all over her lips and running down her chin. Ben reached out with his hands and began rubbing it into her skin. He moved closer and stood beside her as he rubbed.

"This is supposed to be good for your skin," he said as he admired his work.

She remained still until he had finished. She blinked her eyes several times to feel whether the stickiness had gone; it had not.

"I want you to go clean up; take a shower while I do the same. We are going outside for a while when I return in about an hour. You should be able to get things cleaned up in here too before I arrive. Remember; get in your submissive position for when I return."

He stood up and closed his robe. He left her on her knees as he departed for his house across the patio. The hollow thud of the deadbolt lock reminded her that she was his captive. She looked down t the tether around her ankle. Her skin was getting a little red from the constant rubbing. She quickly arose to her feet and looked out her only window to see him disappear into the house. She wondered what it was like in there. Perhaps he'd show her on "the tour." It made sense to wash the dishes first before showering. She still had no clothes, makeup or even a brush or comb for her hair. At lease that made getting ready much quicker.

She quickly dispensed with the dishes then stood in the shower for a prolonged period letting the shower spray her face before washing herself. She wasn't sure what to make of Ben. He seemed to like her and care about her but she was his SLAVE! There was no indication of what he had planned for her or what he might do as things progressed. She would hopefully gather more clues and ideas on escape when she was shown around the property. She desperately wanted to get away and get on with her normal life. Linda knew that if she could do that, Ben would be in big trouble too.

Thank god she had the clock working on the microwave. At least it gave her some indications on the passage of time. When the hour drew near, she got ready to assume the position that he demanded. As soon as she heard him close the door on his house she dropped down into the submissive position. Was this a game to try to catch her out of position? She stared blankly as he entered the casita. When she looked at him she noticed that he was wearing swim shorts, flip-flops and a tee shirt.

"Ready to come out with me?" he asked with obvious enthusiasm. It seemed as though he was excited to show her the place too. "You'd better put these flip-fops on first," he said as he handed them to her. That cement will burn your feet otherwise. I think it's only up to 110 degrees right now."

She took the footwear. "Are you going to remove my leash?" she asked in a demanding tone.

"Oh I think so," he retorted but remember you still have the tracker collar. I also think that you're smarter than to make a run for it once you see what's out there. On the other hand, I've always thought that it would be some sort of erotic fantasy to track a woman, such as you down in the wilderness. Have you ever seen movies like that? The things that I would do with you once I caught you. Come here with me now and we'll see whether you think you could make it once we get out there."

Ben stooped to unlock her ankle tether and let her put on the flip-flops before he opened the door. As soon as she stepped outside the blast of heat hit her. It felt like walking into a furnace duct she thought. He led her across the patio to a waist-high wrought iron gate. There was still a paved sidewalk to the short paved driveway outside the garage. She noticed that the garage had two double doors. He must have more than just the truck she noted. They stopped on the driveway in the intense heat and relentless sunshine.

"Being naked, you ought to be able to get a nice strapless tan when I have you sunbathe," he remarked with a quick laugh. You'll have to watch those areas of your body that haven't been in the sun much before.

Linda looked around. Ben had a pretty big house that was attached to the garage next to the casita. The construction was typical south-west with tile roofing and a fake adobe exterior. The immediate yard was nicely landscaped with lush and colorful flowers and palm trees. There must be irrigation for all that she thought as she gathered information. He had planted some nice cactus near the house as well. There might be a pool behind the house because she could see a tall wrought iron fence with bars extending from the back of the house. A barn was several hundred feet away from the house. It was difficult to see anything in or near that building. The yard was covered with red rock with no grass. Beyond that there were sand and rocks everywhere. Scrubby bushes and some cactus filled the landscape to the horizon.

"Let me show you to the barn, Linda," he said as he began walking across the rock-covered yard. 

She followed, noticing how sharp the rock felt beneath her flip-flops. The heat had softened them so the stones pressed into the foam and the bottoms of her feet. Beads of sweat began to form on her skin as the sun beat down mercilessly. When they arrived at barn, he swung a door open to show her his toys that he kept inside. I like to ride my ATV around out here. It's much more practical than a horse. He stepped inside the barn and she followed. The temperature was definitely hotter than outside but at least it was in the shade. She looked around as her eyes adjusted to the dim lighting. She could see some closed off rooms in the back of the barn. He didn't mention anything about what they were used for. The inside of the barn was extremely hot making them both sweat profusely. He opened a refrigerator door against one wall. She could see that the entire refrigerator was filled with bottles of water with some beer on the bottom shelf. He took two bottles of water and handed one to her.

"You have to keep drinking water to stay hydrated when you're out in this heat," he explained. "Some days it seems like I do nothing but drink water and I still don't have to pee. Even at night the temperature often stays over 100 during the summer months like this," he added. I work on some hobbies in the back rooms. I can cool those off if I want to work out here in the summertime."

If he was trying to make the point about how unhospitable it was in the desert during the summer months, she got the point. She would definitely need the truck if she were to get away from here. He had never been careless with the keys as far as she had noticed.

"Which way is the nearest town from here?" she asked casually.

"Oh no, I'm not going to tell you that," he said with a smile. "Nice try though. I will tell you that it's not very close. You know what? This is too dang hot out here. Let's go for a dip in the pool. Follow me."

"It must be cooler in the wintertime," she continued to probe.

"A bit," he agreed, "But not for long."

She found an opening. She'd have a few months to plan before making her move. Of course if she could manage to steal the truck, summer wouldn't be as challenging. She'd need to either get away when he was away or somehow make sure he couldn't follow right away if at all.

He closed the barn door and headed back toward the house. They went around the other side where he opened the gate on the fenced in area. The entire back of the house was paved with cement with a nice-sized pool and hot tub sunk beside it. The pool was kidney-shaped and the semi-connected hot tub was round. An elaborate waterfall was at the other end of the pool where the filtered water cascaded over large rocks as it re-entered the concrete pond. The cement surface was too hot for bare skin too. The heat could be felt through the flip-flops. She followed him to a deck chair where he gestured for her to sit.

"Wait, let me get you a towel first," he said with urgency as she started to sit. "That's probably pretty hot too."

He took a towel from the cabana that was located nearby and spread it out over the lounge chair.

"Now it's safe," he said. "A person can burn themselves on stuff like this if you're not careful."

She sat on the towel then swung her legs onto the lounger. His remark about sunburn on her white skin made her feel uneasy. He laid out a towel for himself and climbed into the lounger beside her. She noticed that there were some extra loops welded to her chair, painted to match. There were two near where her ankles rested and another two near the arm rests. She was pretty sure she knew what they were for.

"C'mon, let's go in for a swim. This is too hot to be sitting in the sun."

Although it didn't come as a complete surprise, he slipped out of his tee shirt and trunks before jumping head first into the pool. She walked over to the side and dipped her foot into the water. It felt like bath water. She jumped in feet first where it said 4' on the side. She completely submersed herself in the refreshing water. He swam a couple of laps then came over to where she was standing in water up to her neck. 

"Are you a good swimmer?" he asked.

"I swim some," she replied, "But I wouldn't say that I'm a good swimmer."

He came around behind her. He wrapped one arm around her trunk, just below her breasts as he pulled her on top of him and he began to swim like a life guard rescuing someone. She was tense but didn't try to fight him. He took her to the end of the pool with the waterfall. The water was just a little more than waist deep and they could stand below the crashing water as he held on to her. Ben placed his right arm behind her and pressed against her chest to bend her back under the pounding water. The water poured onto her breasts and gushed all over as it danced on her breasts and separated her tits. When he moved her directly under the waterfall her head was so heavily doused that she couldn't open her eyes, breathe or speak. He quickly pulled her aside again. 

"This feels so refreshing," he shouted to her over the noise of the waterfall. 

He released her.

"Are you trying to drown me?" she shouted back as she stood toe to toe with him.

"No, I just wanted to make sure you'd be cooled off in here," he said with his big grin. "It was totally amazing to see the water sweeping over your figure like that."




Broken Ch. 05



She splashed water in his face then dove into the water to swim away. He chased her and grabbed her right ankle as she swam and kicked her legs. He pulled her to the side of the pool where they both clung to the edge.

"I'll give you the freedom to kid around with me because I have a sense of humor despite being your Master," he said, "but if you ever disobey an order like this morning, I will not hesitate to punish you. Understood?

"yes Master," she answered without hesitation.

"Good, I can see that you're testing my limits. Be careful that you don't stretch things too far. You just might end up not liking what happens. I have a lot of ideas for teaching obedience."

She remained silent but looked at his face. He stared back briefly before pulling himself out of the pool. He walked by his chair and retrieved his swim trunks, slipping into them before moving on.

"I forgot to bring some drinks over to the pool. Wait there," he said as he walked to the cabana near the pool. He opened a small refrigerator door and took out two cans of beer. He also had some dip and crackers on hand that he brought over to the lounge chairs.

"Come join me for a little mid-morning snack before you make lunch for us," he called as he sat in his chair.

Linda slowly got out of the pool. Not having a towel she was conscious about dripping water profusely at first until it became a trickle as she walked across the hot concrete to be at his side. Her naked body shed the water more quickly than a bathing suit would have, she thought to herself. He sat facing her chair.

"Here, sit on the side, facing me," he said.

Linda complied and grasped the sides of the lounger with her hands. Ben took the two unopened cans of cold beer and pressed them against her breasts. She was startled by the gesture as well as the temperature and pulled back away from him.

"Hold still," he ordered as she fidgeted. "Come closer."

He took the beers and slowly circled her nipples. Her natural reaction happened quickly as her nipples pinged and became rock hard. Ben leaned forward to run his hand over her left breast as he placed his mouth around her right. He looked at them admiringly as he cracked one of the cans open and handed it to her. He opened the other for himself. She ran her left hand over her right nipple, feeling the effects of what he had done.

"No, no, leave them like that for my enjoyment," he said as he stroked her right breast to enjoy her perky nipples. "Here, make sure you try this dip with the crackers, hon. You can't drink that beer on an empty stomach." 

He moved the small table closer to her. He leaned back in his chair and relaxed with the beer and snacks.

"Why don't you relax for a few minutes too, Linda? We need to get you back inside pretty soon or you'll get burned."

She crawled back in her lounger to sit alongside him. She looked over and he was just kicked back and relaxed but did not have his eyes closed. She sat back to relax too. The dip in the pool had been refreshing so she didn't feel so uncomfortable at the moment but the heat was beginning to build again.

"I'm thinking about what to do with you next," he confided with her. I picked up a number of things when I went to my P.O. Box yesterday. Living out here, I buy a lot of on-line mail order stuff. I got some toys and lingerie for you. I can't wait to try the new stuff out on you. It could get exciting when we try new things together...or is that when I try new things to you. It was nice that your papers came with sizes and measurements. I also got some female necessities so make sure you let me know when you need any of that stuff. I was thinking of the corset training too but it just too hot for that right now."

She was surprised that he had put so much thought into things and she in particular. Linda wasn't sure how a Master normally treated his slave but she wasn't expecting this much undivided attention. "Toys?" What kinds of things was he planning for her? The name implied "fun" as opposed to "pain" - right? He hadn't been terribly rough on her so far except for that breathing control thing where he almost choked her. Might he get that rough again? She looked through the pool fence. Beyond a narrow arrangement of decorative plants there was nothing but desert. Hopefully he would let on a little more about things as time went by. Was he a creature of habit? She'd have to watch for patterns to see whether she could find an opportunity that repeated itself in a predictable manner.

"You know, I got an email from your old friend Dr. Lee the other day. She's wondering how you're working out. She also insists that I need to continue with your slave training or you will never be a good slave. What do you think? Do you need more slave training? I thought that you were pretty well trained until this morning. Maybe she's right. Anyway, she had a long list of training exercises that I should put you through. I guess we'll have to see how you do."

His remarks about the cruel Dr. brought back bad memories and scared her a bit that she was still in touch with him. Linda thought that the cruel training was behind her. Any instructions from her would surely be unpleasant at best. She wondered what she could do to gain his confidence that she would serve him properly. Maybe he wasn't inclined to agree with Dr. Lee.

"Can I give you a massage? She asked as he silently relaxed with his beer and snacks on the lounge chair. "I'd like to show my appreciation for how well you've treated me. Do you have any lotion out here?"

"A massage would be nice but let's wait until we go back inside. I think you're almost done out here for now."

He finished his drink and looked over at her.

"Okay, let's go inside into my place," he said as he stood. "You can gather the plates and empties," he told her.

She did as she was told and followed him to the huge patio door that overlooked the pool area from the house. As he slid the door open, she could see an expansive kitchen and great room that both looked out at the pool. The openness and size of the rooms were overwhelming. She carried the things from outside and walked over to the kitchen sink where she reasoned there must be a garbage container. She set the things down on the counter as he looked in the refrigerator.

"It looks like we have quite a bit of food in there." He announced. "Let's see what you can make us for lunch."

She felt on the spot. Was this some sort of test? Linda went over to the refrigerator and opened the door to find out what it held. She saw some pre-made salads like coleslaw and potato salad. There were also several kinds of meats, cheeses. There were several kinds of fresh fruits and vegetables. She opened the freezer and immediately saw frozen pizza among other pre-prepared foods.

"As you can see, I tend to eat a lot of prepared foods but that was before I became a slave owner. I'm expecting you to improve my diet - both in terms of flavor and variety. You can make a list of what you'll need for next week but for now, see what you can whip up. I am very hungry as I'd imagine you are too."

She didn't normally eat much for lunch but the recent lack of food and the strenuous sex had left her feeling hungry too. Maybe being out of the corset allowed her stomach to expand and feel more empty as well. Not wanting to give him any excuse for punishment right now she started with whatever looked good to her. She was beginning to feel the tinges of sunburn, especially on her breasts. She looked down and noticed the telltale color of sunburn.

She had to open a lot of cupboard doors in order to find plates and glasses. The silverware was about where she expected it. She could not find any sharp knives. She looked over at him sitting on a stool on the other side of the counter. He looked interested in what she was doing.

"Got a sharp knife for me?" she asked.

"Do you think I'm stupid?" he replied, laughing. "You are going to have to make do with the butter knives and maybe that scissors with the rounded tips in the end drawer. What are we having?"

"I'm not quite sure yet," she replied, "but I think I can do something with all of this stuff. Do you want hot or cold?":

"Cold sounds good for lunch," he said as he leaned on his hand with his elbow on the counter. "Probably easier for your first time too. I have to go check on a few things," he said out of the blue. 

He opened a cabinet under the counter and pulled out another steel cable tether like the other one.

"I'm going to secure you so you can get around the kitchen. Have lunch ready by 12:30."

She looked at the clock on the microwave and saw that she only had twenty minutes. He fastened the tether to an anchor in the floor and wrapped the other end around her right ankle.

"I'll get you some sunburn cream and we'll try to give you some relief when I return. It looks like I got you a little overdone."

She decided that she better keep lunch simple considering how little time she had. 

Besides, she wasn't really feeling like doing a gourmet meal. A loaf of bread was in the front. She took out some deli meat, cheese, tomato and mayo and set about making two sandwiches. There were some pickles and chips that she found in the pantry. She had just finished slicing the sandwiches when he returned carrying a couple boxes and a shopping bag.

Ben set th3e things on the couch in the great room and ambled over to the counter from the bar stool side. He sat down and surveyed the food that she had prepared.

"That looks good," he commented. I'll have to show you where I keep the lemons and the thing for squeezing them. I like my lemonade. See if there's any in the fridge." 

They settled on bottled water and ate their lunches. She was not happy about the cable around her ankle. It was barely long enough for her to sit at the snack bar stool. She was nearly yanked off her feet once when she walked unaware that she was reaching the end, then it almost pulled her leg out from under her as she caught herself on a counter. As far as he was concerned, it was a necessity even though she kept a poker face regarding her escape planning. She put on a good front and appeared relatively content to be there. He got up after finishing his food and got a tube of something from somewhere down the hall.

"Sit up and I'll rub some of this soothing gel into your red areas. It might not be too late to salvage your tan."

He squeezed a liberal amount into his left palm and rubber his hands together. The gel felt very cold on her breasts as he applied it to both simultaneously. He rubbed it in all over very well. He also applied some to her forehead, nose and around her waist. He lingered as he rubbed a liberal amount into her pubic hair as he applied more lotion to her groin area. He couldn't resist running his well-lubricated fingers through her slit making her blush. She felt more embarrassed about blushing that whatever it was that caused that reaction.

"It's time for my private fashion show," he announced after he took care of her sun issues.

Ben released her ankle restraint then walked over to the packages and checked for something in particular.

"Come over here, you," he called out.

Linda walked slowly over between the couches that were set at a right angle to one another with a huge square coffee table in front of both.

"Since your breasts and maybe your pussy are going to need attention for the sunburn I don't think that now would be the best time to try on the sexy lingerie that I got from Vitoria's Secret. But...I do have another interesting toy in here that you might find interesting and I find erotic."

He dug in one of the boxes and pulled out a blister packed device. She could see that he cardboard was almost a foot tall by about eight inches wide. He turned it around to show her the giant hook. It had three steel balls in the package as well. Ben pulled out a pocket knife and opened the wrapping. He held the hook that had a loop on one end and threads on the other end that made a big loop. He took the smallest ball, about an inch in diameter and screwed it onto the hook.

"Have you even seen n anal hook before?" he asked, studying the reaction on her face.

"Um, no. The name suggests that it is for insertion into someone's butt hole."

"That's right,: he said. "Yours to be exact. I'm going to start with the smallest ball on the end for easy insertion. The bigger balls are better if you intend to lift someone by the hook."

A chill swept up her spine. She noticed that her had some thick black nylon cord too.

"I'm going to get you all hooked up, so to speak, first then I'll attend to your reddening tits. Get up here on the coffee table after you remove the decorations," he ordered. "Get down on your elbows and knees."

She removed a flower arrangement and a tray, setting them aside on another chair. She looked at his face for approval as she crawled onto the low table. He had his ideas on how he wanted her positioned and guided her, lifting her head up by the chin. She wound up kneeling on the table with her upper body supported on her elbows, facing away from him.

"Okay, remain in that position. We haven't done much butt play yet so this might be tight."

He applied a liberal amount of lubricant from a tube to the ball on the end of the hook. She felt him spread more lubricating jelly on her anus with his fingers, making her flinch. The gel felt cold and wet but she liked the sensation of his fingers stroking her butt hole. Her muscles tightened as he spread the gel as deeply inside of her as his two fingers could reach. As she looked straight forward at the window he brought the hook to her crack and placed the ball squarely on her anus. She braced herself as he began to apply pressure. He pushed gently, then increased the force until the ball began to spread her opening. The ball parted her anus more easily than they both expected as it entered her cavity. He inserted it until the ball was deep inside her and the hook was touching her lower back. The ball felt very cold, foreign and odd inside of her. He rested the long end of her hook on her lower back.

"Be still now," he said as he came alongside her. I'm going to guide you up now."

Still resting on her knees he placed his hands on her back and stomach and slowly tilted her upright.

"Put your arms up like this and place your hands on both side of your head."

She did as instructed. He skillfully tied some of the thick rope around her right wrist, brought it down and behind her back. He looped the rope through the eyelet at the exposed end of the hook then walked around behind her to her left side. He drew the rope tight and tied the other end to her left wrist. He had the blunted scissor to cut off the excess rope.

"Now get back down on your elbows."

He helped to lower her gradually. The rope grew tighter and pulled the ball-end of the hook deeper inside of her. She was glad when her elbows touched the table as she wasn't sure she could stand any more tension in the cruel device.

"Be still," he said as he walked out of the room.

TBC

*****

 Thank you for taking the time to read my story. I do appreciate any ideas that you might have. This could be a long story.



Broken Ch. 05: Jackie's Story



The barren concrete cell felt very cold, both physically and emotionally. Jennifer longed to bend and stretch her neck after being held in tight confinement for so many hours. With her hands now free she reached up behind her neck and head to feel how the device was laced and whether she could untie it. Judging by what she couldn't feel, the ends of the laces were somehow cleverly buried within the stiff nylon collar. She tried pulling on the laces in the middle but that only tightened the collar more in the center. 

Why didn't he at least give her a break now that she was back in the cell? She paced back and forth like a caged tiger, working off nervous energy while feeling exhausted at the same time. She took the opportunity while moving about to check for anything that might be a weakness in the room but found nothing. If she had some place comfortable upon which to lie she would probably be sound asleep by now. Lying naked on the cement floor just seemed too cold and dreadful. Besides, she wanted to be awake and on her feet when that asshole returned, not asleep in the prone position.

After what seemed like an eternity, she heard the unmistakable echoing sound of the deadbolts being unlocked followed by the whoosh of air as the heavy door swung inward. She had to turn her entire body to see the doorway and determine who was entering. In sauntered David as arrogant as ever. 

"How was your night, Jennifer?" he asked knowing full well that she had spent the night awake. She was pretty sure that he had at least one camera watching into the room and the fact that she probably looked terrible and felt even worse was not lost on him.

"I've had better but lovely place you have here," she replied with contempt in her voice.

"How's the attitude. Are you ready to do as you're told?" he asked, not expecting a positive answer.

"Why don't you take this collar thingy off and we can discuss that," she retorted as she tested his willingness to compromise.

"But it makes you look so sexy and it's good for your posture too from what I understand."

She could see from the expression on his face that he was considering it, perhaps as a gesture of good faith. He was hard to read as his facial expressions were usually stoic and unemotional

"If I do remove it and you do anything other than what I tell you, I will punish you. Do you understand?"

"Of course," she said just to get the collar removed. "I'll be just like your other Stepford women. I promise. We can fuck like rabbits."

He rolled his eyes as he walked to the door and closed it before re-engaging the locks. He wasn't really convinced that she was reformed but he was confident that he could manage her if she tried anything. He walked over to her where she stood facing him, their faces within inches of once another. She saw the smirk as she stared him down. He raised his right hand and swept his finger under her left eye.

"Those bags," he exclaimed. "You look pretty tired, Jennifer. Maybe we can find an activity for you today that involves lying down."

She looked him directly in the eyes, "It would be decent of you if you'd get me a bed or even a friggin' blanket," she said with a scowl on her face.

He ignored her remark as usual. "Turn around and I'll see how you behave when I removed your neck corset. No guarantees that we won't be using this again soon, however. Place the palms of your hands on your outer thighs and be still."

She turned around and stood motionless as she waited to feel his fingers on her neck. Instead, she felt his hands rise up toward her chest and gently cup her breasts. She was startled and recoiled when his cold hands touched her breasts. She brought her hands back down where he commanded, took a deep breath and stood as still as she could. He continued to fondle her breasts, running his fingers with a light touch around her nipples. The sensation caused bumps to rise on her areolas and her nipples hardened more than the cold air had already done. The warmth of his breathing felt good on her shoulder as he moved closer to her back. As much as she wanted to haul off and hit him she retained her composure lest she lose her chance to get rid of the confining collar. 

"That's a good girl," he said, almost making her boil over with rage. 

The muscles in her entire body tensed as she seethed. She was sure he could feel her body stiffen. He had just called her something that would have got most people flattened onto their backside. David continued to stroke her until she could feel his erect member against her back. He slid his right hand down and away from her body and reached behind her back to open his belt and pants. She heard the zipper and could feel what he was doing so she tried to prepare herself. She wasn't quite sure if she could remain passive for another fucking or if she would defend herself. She remembered the locked door and decided that as repulsive as the thought was, now was not the time or place to have this fight. He roughly moved her forward nearly six feet until she was pressed against a wall before he lifted her and achieved penetration. 

He literally banged her against the wall as he thrust into her cunt repeatedly. It couldn't have been more than half a minute before he came and his body stiffened against hers, still pressed against the wall. She had turned her head as much as the corset would allow but her nose and chin were flat against the wall and hurt from the pounding. She could feel his semen running down her right thigh after he withdrew. He was breathing hard as he set her back down. Jennifer was speechless as he immediately began to fiddle with the neck corset.

"I guess I'll take that as a yes to my earlier question

He did something to free up the laces and loosened the collar. After he pulled her away from the wall and removed it up and over her head, she rotated her head around in circles and ran her right hand over her stiff neck. Just having the room air sweep over the skin on her neck felt good. Regaining her neck mobility of course was the best part. As she stood enjoying the movement, he was already getting ready for something else. He stood near the door and began to unlock it.

"I think part of your problem my dear is that you have is a basic lack of trust in me. I have something to try to improve on that. When I open the door, I want you to follow me - Two steps back and one to the left. You will address me as Sir too or I will give you a swat with my riding crop every time you neglect to address me properly. Are you clean on that?"

As much as she wanted to defy him and call him, "dave," she obliged and answered, "Yes, Sir,"

"Good, now follow me."

David swung the door open and walked out, stopping at a cabinet in the hallway where he took a leather riding crop out of a drawer. He led her down the hall and then into a large room on the other side of the basement. It looked like a utility and storage room with plastic tubs neatly stacked against one wall. The furnace was on the other side, along with a water tank. It came as a total surprise when she saw dozens of traditional wooden mousetraps set with their steel wire springs and metal latches. In between some of the traps were heavy steel bases with large hooks standing straight up from them. The hooks were about a quarter inch meta, curled like a J-hook.

They were arranged from wall to wall in row after row. The two-inch straight steel parts held by a teetering latch looked cold and frightening, especially in such numbers. At first it just appeared to be a sea of traps scattered about the room. As she gazed in bewilderment she noticed narrow paths between neatly arranged rows of mousetraps that formed a maze. A half dozen of the hooks were scattered among the traps as well. A thick black velvet blindfold was brought down over her eyes from behind as she stared at the spectacle of perhaps a hundred traps. He tied the cloth tightly which made it press against her eyes and held her eyelids closed.

"Oh, two more little things for your pleasure," he said in his sadistically cheerful voice. "I have some beautiful jewelry to clamp onto you. Stand still."

She stopped moving but didn't feel the need to stand at attention or anything too formal. She flinched when she suddenly felt his hand on her left breast. He placed a cold metal clamp over her nipple and then released it to pinch her nipple. She felt the swing of the light chain as he clamped the other end to her right nipple.

"Now another bit of bling for your cunt."

She felt his fingers as they pulled her labia aside to the left and then clamped it with another cold metal clamp. He pulled her right lip outward to clamp the chain between her two lips.

"Jennifer. Get down on your hands and knees now - right here," he instructed her as he lowered her with his large, strong hands on her sides. "The chains will dangle a few inches off the floor. You might find that these get snagged on those hooks if you accidentally wander off course."

The concrete floor felt especially hard on her knees. Using his grip on her body he positioned her just the way he wanted. She had a good idea what he was going to have her do but she still felt a little scared. She could feel her pulse picking up as perspiration formed on her body. David stroked her bare back as he waited for the suspense to build. He clamped his hand onto the back of her neck to hold her from moving very much. He slapped her on the ass which made her jump. He seemed amused by her reaction judging by his snicker.

"All set?" he asked. "I'll let you know when to start. You just keep crawling straight ahead until I give you instructions on when to turn or when to veer to one side or the other. The important thing is you don't want to get your fingers in a trap or..." 

SNAP! He kicked one of the traps to set if off. She almost fell to the floor from her current hands and knees position because the sound was so unnerving and startled her. He held onto her heck and laughed at her reaction.

"They are very unforgiving if you're a mouse," he remarked. "Let's start. Begin crawling and I will give you guidance. Keep your hands on the floor and no peeking. Remember, this is all about trust. You do trust me don't you Jennifer? I hope we can avoid those hooks together."

"Yes, of course, Sir," she replied as she moved slowly forward, knowing that she really didn't believed that.

"That's good, keep going. Farther, farther, now stop and make a sharp right turn."

The cement floor felt hard, cold and abrasive on her hands and knees as she pivoted to her right. This is bullshit, she thought to herself. She had a pretty good idea where he was relative to her position. She suddenly reached up to pull the blindfold down from her eyes and stood. She stared at him, standing only about ten feet away and noticed the look of surprise on his face. She charged him, lowering her shoulder as she hit him in the stomach and chest. He was briefly knocked back but retained his balance as he chopped the edge of his right hand onto her neck.

Jennifer fell to her knees but quickly pulled herself back to her feet. He had something in his hand that he pressed into her side before pressing the button. A paralyzing surge of electricity jolted her entire body as he pressed the live stun gun into her side, just beneath her ribcage. She could also hear the unmistakable snapping and buzzing before she lost consciousness briefly. Unable to move she fell on her knees then completely flat on the floor with her muscles jerking with intense spasms. She could feel the light chains on her bare skin. She landed on several mousetraps which didn't really matter except that they had sharp edges that pressed into her flesh. She felt paralyzed and remained unable to move as her entire body ached from the intense muscle contractions that were caused by the sustained high voltage jolt.

"What the fuck do you think you're doing?" he asked in a loud and angry voice. "I know that you were once a prison badass but that crap isn't going to work here! Did they have a hole for uncooperative inmates? Do you want to experience mine?"

She couldn't even speak. Jennifer stared up at him as he leaned over her disabled body. That hurt way more than she ever thought a stun gun would feel. Her muscles were temporarily disabled as she laid curled up on the floor, staring at him. The blindfold remained over her nose and lower face where tears were running from her eyes. 

"That was pretty stupid, my little slave," he admonished her. "Now, for me to think about how to punish you just right for that act of indiscretion. I'll have to ponder that for a while. In the meantime, you are still going to finish what we started here. I'll give you fifteen minutes to pull yourself together," he said as he walked over to the door and closed it on his way out. 

There was no sound of a deadbolt on the utility room door but she couldn't get up anyway. Jennifer tried to move her limbs and eventually found the ability return, albeit painful. She rolled over and got up on her knees. Her head felt foggy too as she tried to stand. After several tries she was finally able to stumble to her feet with great effort. Her legs felt wobbly as she walked over to the door only to find it locked with just the doorknob. She took in deep breaths as she tried to recover and wondered what had made her do such a foolish thing. She angrily removed the clamps from her body and tossed the chains on the floor near the wall. She chalked it up to her impulsive character and decided that it was a bad learning experience. She'd have to be more clever in the future if she wanted to overpower him. Where was that Kathy? She still wondered whether she could be convinced to assist in overthrowing David the emperor. 

The door opened without warning and he was immediately in her face. He pulled the blindfold back into position but found the need to retie it, tighter this time. He also had a pillowcase that he brought up and pulled down over her head to her shoulders. He placed his hands roughly on her sides again and led her over to the maze. 

"Put those damn clamps back on! They ought to really sting the second time. Then get down on your knees here," he ordered before he gripped her neck tightly with one hand and bent her down to place her hands back on the floor.

"Start moving again and don't be slow." 

He slapped her ass again, only harder this time. She carefully started to crawl wondering whether he might purposely direct her into the traps. Talk about a lack of trust.

"That's right. Move a little ahead now as you continue to turn. Wait, stop turning now and keep going straight."

She continued to crawl cautiously, moving steadily and waiting for his next instruction. This is a stupid game, she thought to herself. The farter she traveled the more tense she felt. Surely she must need to turn soon, she thought. The room isn't that big.

"Keep moving Jennifer. Step up the pace a little," he called to her.

She no sooner had started moving a little faster than he told her to stop.

"Take a hard right turn, from where you are right now. Be careful and swing your feet wide because you are real close on your right hand and foot."

The instructions made her more nervous. How close was she? She grimaced as she slowly and methodically tried her best to do what she thought he wanted her to do. Every movement made her muscles hurt even more than the constant dull ache that she felt throughout her entire body.

"Very good," he complimented her. "Straighten out and keep going.

Her general sense of direction was not good and it made even a ninety degree turn difficult to judge. She could tell that he was standing directly over her now. She had lost all sense of direction and was totally disoriented in the room. She kept crawling as ordered. Her knees starting to ache from the tile floor. SNAP! The sound unnerved her and she jumped. He laughed again as he had set off another trap not too far from her position. The pillowcase removed all temptation to lift the blindfold to get her bearings. She was angry about the earlier confrontation and couldn't get it off her mind. She suddenly felt the wooden base of a mousetrap under her left pinky as she placed her hand onto the floor. She adjusted a little to the right but wondered why he hadn't said anything. Was he going to let her get her fingers into the traps? Another trust buster for the asshole.

"Oops, steer a little to your right," he said after she had already made the correction. 

Maybe he was distracted too. She continued, hating every minute of his game. Her mind wandered to what he might come up with for a punishment and shivered because he seemed like he would retaliate big for her attack. She kept moving, making corrections and turns as he guided her. She wasn't really sure what kinds of sadistic things turned him on but based on his no-nonsense personality he was probably into intense things. She shivered again.

"Okay, we're done with the maze," he finally announced. On to bigger and better things," he said in a more cheerful voice than she had heard before. "Stand up NOW where you are."

She arose to her feet with some difficulty. He came to her and pulled the pillowcase from her head. The fresh air felt good on her face and she noticed that breathing was easier too. He unexpectedly touched the back of her head and then untied the blindfold. It took some digging into her scalp with his fingernails as he had tied the knot very tightly. As she thought of revenge she realized that he had not left many loose objects around that she could steal to make into a weapon. She had once proven to be very resourceful at creating makeshift weapons. He finally removed the blindfold and left her standing completely naked except for the tracking collar in the middle of the room. Jennifer noticed that David had some nylon straps with D-rings and Velcro in his left hand.

"Here," he said as he handed them to her. "I want you to strap these securely onto your ankles and wrists."

She looked puzzled as she took them from him.

"Do it NOW," he demanded.

She placed three of them on the floor as she wrapped one around her left wrist and fastened the Velcro. He came over to check it by inserting a finger under the strap and pulling. He undid the Velcro with its ripping sound and re-fastened it with no slack.

"Here, tight like this. Now do the rest," he said as he watched her.

She picked up another and placed it around her left ankle. She pulled it tighter than the first one and secured the closure. Not hearing any more input from him she strapped on the other two the same way.

"Today's next activity will take us outside. It's a beautiful day out there," he remarked as he inserted his finger under her tracking collar and pulled her toward the patio door. 

He led her out the walkout door onto a grass-covered courtyard behind the house. The sun was shining brightly and the dew had already dried from the manicured lawn. He looked around for a moment then decided.

"Right here," he pointed at a spot on the grass. "I want you to lay on your back right here with your feet pointed toward the house."

She stared at him and saw the intensity in his eyes, then decided that she better lie down as he ordered. She got down on her knees then methodically lowered herself to lie on her back with her feet facing the house as he directed. She placed her arms over her stomach and kept her legs together. She watched as he walked over to a table on a patio where he picked up some things before returning to her side. As he approached she saw that he had a hammer and some tent stakes. An uneasy feeling filled her empty stomach.

"Spread-eagle, Jennifer. I want those arms held high and those legs spread wide," he directed her as though he were her personal trainer.




Broken Ch. 05: Jackie's Story



She reluctantly complied, her muscles protesting as she stretched. He laid down three of the tent stakes and walked to her right wrist with the fourth. After he inserted it through the D-ring on the strap he stuck the end into the soft ground and pressed. When he encountered resistance from the soil he used the hammer to drive the stake down until the ring was secured by the U-shaped projection under the head of the stake. She could not see the top of the stake through the grass. He picked up another stake and walked around to her left ankle. After he pulled her ankle until her body was tight between her right wrist and left ankle he spread her leg a bit more and then staked it. He moved to her right leg and spread it farther from her left and then staked that limb securely too. Finally he pulled her left arm tight and drove the final stake into the ground to hold her completely immobile. He remained, kneeling over her outstretched body.

"Just because you are being punished doesn't mean that I can't still have some pleasure. It was your lovely face and this body that first caught my eye. This training is taking us away from the sex for which I bought you."

He ran his right hand over her right thigh from her knee up to here her legs met. He continued to stroke her thighs teasing her pussy by not quite touching her labia. She shivered from the erotic sensation as he circled her mound, tracing a finger completely around it. When he slipped his finger between her lips and slowly traced them up to her clitoris, she shivered again. He fingered her clit and tugged on the hood of her clitoris as he watched her body's natural reaction. Jennifer shuddered with the tingling sensation that his play elicited. She was sure that he was making her wet inside too. He stood and walked around her outstretched body until he was standing with his toes just over the top of her head. 

She looked up at him as he stood still for a few moments and then unbuckled his belt. He opened his pants and then slipped them down to his knees along with his shorts. He lowered himself until he was kneeling at her head. She could see his erect penis coming toward her face as he lowered his body over hers. Taking his penis in hand he placed it against her lips and pressed to let her know to open her mouth. She nervously complied and he inserted his cock into her open mouth while he dropped onto his hands on both sides of her body. His cock slid over her tongue as it penetrated into her throat. She gagged involuntarily when it was fully against the back of her throat. 

"Suck it, luv," he said as he lifted his pelvis and then re-entered her mouth.

He played with her clit as he humped her mouth. His weight pressed her into the ground, pulling on her limbs as he forced the blow job. He could feel her actively sucking and licking and he loved that. It wasn't much more than a minute before he stiffened his body and ejaculated deep in her throat. She choked and gagged as his semen entered her throat and forced her to swallow. He remained on top of her with his cock in her mouth for a few minutes before lifting himself up and re-dressing. Jennifer was still trying to clear her throat which was made more difficult from her horizontal position.

"Sorry to stop there luv but you ARE being punished. No sex for you right now."

He brought his right hand that he had used to finger her toward her mouth and then inserted his probing finger onto her tongue. He lingered, letting her taste her own honey on his finger before he withdrew it across her teeth and lips.

"You were getting wet already Jennifer. I think you like treatment like this. I'll have to test that theory out later. Meanwhile, you can work on your tan for the rest of the day. I hope the mosquitoes don't get too bad back here. There are birds, squirrels and rabbits that visit from time to time but they shouldn't bother you. Oh, but just in case you want to make noise to scare them off, open your mouth. She refused. He pinched her nose then stuffed a washcloth that he pulled from his pocket into her mouth. I'll be back to check on you from time to time but right now I need to deal with Kathy."

Jennifer had no idea what that meant with Kathy but it sounded ominous. He headed back to the walkout door and turned to look at her as he entered the house. She was completely still as he left. He had a perfect view of her cunt with her legs spread wide and could just see her nose between her perky breasts. Her head which was lying flat on the ground pointed toward the sky. Maybe this would adjust her attitude although he somehow doubted that any single punishment would break her. He really didn't want her to lose that spirit that made her special; he just wanted her to submit to him in general. Was there a difference, he wondered? Another grand experiment for him to figure out. Break the woman but leave the spunk.

Jennifer lay still, pondering her situation. The grass on her skin made her itch already but she mostly worried about sunburn on her usually covered parts and mosquitoes. The cloth in her mouth had already dried up any moisture that had been there and she could barely taste his cum anymore. She wasn't sure how she was going to cope with this for hours. She didn't know how hot it would get since she had no idea where she was. Having the lawn with relatively fine grass gave her the impression that she wasn't too far south. 

She was already bored. All she could see without straining her neck were a few branches covered with leaves stretching out from a couple of trees. She tried to use her tongue to loosen the gag but he had stuffed the terrycloth tightly into her mouth where her teeth created a barrier from sliding it out easily. Her tongue began to ache and feel raw after just about half an hour of trying with no progress. Judging by the location of the sun, she surmised that it was still morning with the hottest art of the day yet to come. She tried to relax to save her strength and jeep her muscles from cramping. She could use a nice drink of water; that would help her muscles too.

Just as she was resigned to resting in the sun, she felt a sudden spray of water cover her body from the side. It wasn't raining; in fact there wasn't a cloud in the sky. She realized that the irrigation system must have just come on and she was in the middle of it. Water from another side began to spray on her body. The heads rotated slowly and silently, dousing her as they came around in her direction. She was where at least three of them overlapped. The water became ice cold as it cleared the lines and drenched her from head to toe. Ugh! More misery, she thought. The water even pooled in her navel. She expected that the spray would continue for maybe an hour? She had no idea. Her eyes were flooded with water and she could only blink and turn her head to the side to drain it from her face. She could feel her nipples tingle as they hardened from the ice-cold water. She did her best to turn away from the spray but sometimes it was coming from all directions at once.

It was a great relief when the irrigation system shifted to another zone. She began to feel hot as the water evaporated away and the full force of the overhead sun beat on her skin. She was pretty sure that sunburn was going to happen where she was pale while around her waist and breasts. Her muscles were cramping from being immobilized like that. She pulled against the stakes to stretch her muscles. The straps were digging into her wrists and ankles too from the tension and maybe some swelling. She thought she felt something give a little on her left wrist. Using her other limbs as her anchors she pulled again with her left arm and felt the slight movement again. Was that stake in looser soil or had the water loosened the stake? She pulled then relaxed on all four stakes. The only one that seemed a little loose was at her left wrist. She tried lifting her arm with her elbow as the pivot point. The stake felt like it lifted a little. She pulled on it and it felt like it might be a little looser than before.

Having nothing else to do and desperately wanting to get away Jennifer worked on the stake, slowly wallowing out the hole and lifting it out of the ground. Finally, with her wrist rubbed raw, she popped the stake from the ground. The first thing she did with her free hand was to remove the gag from her mouth. After that she used her teeth to slide the stake out of the D-ring and then set it aside but still within reach. She knew that even though it was plastic it might be a formidable weapon if used correctly. She brought her left hand as near to her right as she could. There was a little allowance for her to roll her shoulders so she could reach the stake itself with her left hand. She did her best to grab onto it but it was stubbornly immovable in the ground. She reached down toward her left ankle but could reach much beyond her knee. 

Never ready to give up she took the loose stake and started chiseling the ground around the stake that held her right wrist. She was able to dig some of the soil out while loosening the soil deeper down the shaft of the stake. Then it suddenly occurred to her. Forget the stakes; she just needed to deal with the Velcro. Using her left hand she rotated the strap around on her right wrist until the end was on top and then she unfastened the strap. She was nearly free! She sat up and bent over to release her legs. It took less than a minute to liberate her legs from their stakes. She rolled onto her side and then jumped to her feet as best her stiff body could. She stretched as she headed down the hill, into the wooded area. She went in far enough to hide yet to be able to see the back yard and the walkout door. She paused to think. In her exuberance, she had forgotten to bring a stake but she thought it risky to go back. She decided that it was worth the risk so she made a mad dash back to get it along with the washcloth and nylon straps. She quickly returned to her hiding place in the woods. She wondered whether the tracking collar could tell him where she was exactly on the property or just give a general location that showed that she was near. In any case, she decided to get as far away as possible and hopefully get help.

Jennifer waited and watched for what she judged to be about ten minutes but there was no sight of David. Flight seemed like a better plan than fight for now, unless she could disable him enough that he couldn't come after her. She deemed that strategy too risky. She stuck a finger under the collar that was said to be unremovable. She inserted the stake under it and tried twisting. It was very strong and the latch was supposed to be permanent. She couldn't break anything that way she soon discovered. She was not accustomed to walking barefoot over rough ground like the woods. Her feet were already taking a beating from thorns, rocks, twigs and other things that covered the ground in the woods. She tore the cloth in half after gnawing a break in the edge and used the four nylon straps to attach the makeshift soles to her bare feet. She then fled into the woods, trying to maintain a straight line so she wouldn't be traveling in circles. 

She heard David's voice in the distance within the first minute of her getaway. She felt the knots in her stomach as she kept moving. It was very difficult to establish how straight she had journeyed. She wasn't sure whether he had any idea of where she was or if he had to check out his tracking software on his phone. She knew that her only chance would be if she could find someone to help defend her from her Master. At the moment, as far as she knew she was deep in the woods with little chance of coming upon anyone. Her makeshift foot protectors weren't staying in place as well as she had hoped but there was no time to mess with them. She plodded on feeling more lost as she went. The woods seemed to look the same no matter where she went. She wondered whether she had passed familiar-looking trees before when she saw them. If she traveling in circles; she had no idea. 

She came upon a ravine that she knew she hadn't seen before. Maybe it would be best to follow it to ensure that she wasn't moving in a big circle and to see where it would take her. On the other hand, what if it took her back to his house? She made a decision to turn left and began to walk at as brisk a pace as she could along the edge of the raving. The soil was hard-packed there and felt relatively flat beneath her feet. It seemed to help make walking easier too as there was very little vegetation on the edge of the gorge. She came upon an old railroad bridge across the raving. The tracks and planking from the train were gone but the gravel bed from the rails remained. 

She decided to turn left onto the abandoned railroad track. It certainly must have gone somewhere to a station or town. A cloud of flies found her on the raided bed of rock and pestered her mercilessly. The horseflies bit her bare skin, leaving sores and welts. She was perspiring heavily and the salty sweat made the bites even more uncomfortable. She somehow felt more self-conscious about her nudity when she walked in the open though areas of tall prairie grass as she followed the track bed. She folded her arms across her chest to cover her breasts and hold them more still as she moved over the rough terrain. So far she had not crossed any intersection. She figured that if David was tracking her he would do so in a vehicle that would be limited to roads. 

Her feet were beginning to hurt because the railroad bed was full of sharp rocks that the washcloth fabric could not absorb. If she ventured down from the rocks she was back into the undergrowth. Traveling was miserable. She just wanted to hide somewhere and rest but she knew that he would probably find her once she stopped. She pulled on the tracking collar but it was just as tight as ever and wet from sweat. It supposedly was reinforced with steel wire and she could believe it because it still felt very stiff despite being wet. Jennifer kept plodding along but her body was wearing down. She was thirsty for certain and probably hungry too although she couldn't bear the thought of food at the moment. 

The railroad bed was the same dingy gray-tan color as the soil in the area. It wasn't until she was within about fifty feet of the dirt crossroad that she realized there was an intersection up ahead. She stopped to assess the situation. The tree and brush cover was thick on both sides of the railroad property so she couldn't see anything to the sides. She fought the prickly underbrush to enter the cover of the vegetation as she approached the crossing. Just as she had feared, David was sitting on the hood of his pickup truck waiting. She could see that he was intently watching his cellphone then looking up toward the opening where the road crossed the old tracks. 

Jennifer froze in her tracks and tried to determine how close he had pinpointed her location on the small screen of his phone. He suddenly hopped down off the hood and sauntered toward the tracks. She could see that he had a coiled rope in one hand and the phone in the other. The brush was thick enough that if she remained still he probably wouldn't see her directly. She noticed that he was wearing a belt that resembled that of a police officer with a gun, handcuffs and possibly a taser. She sometimes lost sight of him as he moved on the other side of her cover. As much as she tried to remain perfectly still, the more she quivered with fear. He was standing no more than fifty feet from her position. She held her breath.

David looked down the tracks and saw nothing. He looked back at the screen on his phone then looked at the railroad bed. He began to walk in the direction from which she had come. Fighting almost impenetrable brush, Jennifer stooped low and headed for the pickup truck. The thorns on the bushes tore at her flesh as she forced her way through the densely interwoven branches. She could no longer see him but she could now see his truck. She broke out of the underbrush and made a mad dash for the truck. She looked inside on the passenger side to see whether he had left the keys in the ignition. To her dismay there were none hanging from the starter switch. She had no time to think. She had to do something before he returned. She crawled inside and unlatched the hood. Finding nothing but plastic covers over the engine she spotted the fuse box. 

She quickly popped the fuse block cover and began to pry the larger fuses out, checking the chart under the cover to make sure she got the starter. She was able to pry it out with sheer tenacity using her tent stake as a tool. She dropped the fuses into the roadside plants and then quietly closed the hood, not latching it completely. She scrambled off down the road from where he had driven the truck and kept close to the cover of the brush along the road. She suddenly heard the door on the truck slam closed but then nothing. She turned to see what was happening at the truck when the door suddenly flew open and he ran around the front to open the hood. She kept going expecting that he would find that his truck had been disabled and he would soon be looking for her on foot. She wondered whether he had any idea which way she had gone. There were probably no footprints in the hard-packed road to give any indication. There was also that friggin' tracking collar!

David was baffled, and very angry. He saw the fuse block cover lying loose under the hood of his truck and could see all the missing fuses. He checked his phone again and saw that Jennifer was still not very far from his location. As he watched he could see that she was heading back on the road on which he had used to get to this place. He had to hoof it and grab her before she got any farther from him. He took a drink of water from a bottle in his truck and began to run down the dusty road. He was not in the mood for this and there was going to be hell to pay when he caught her. What was she thinking? Did she really think she could get away from him this way? He saw on his phone screen that he was getting closer. He looked up the road but still could not see her. Was this going to be another game of cat and mouse?

Jennifer could hear his boots on the pavement. He was getting close again. Her feet were in pain and her body was covered with scratches and blood. She wished that there would be a gas station or something just up the road but she saw no traffic so she was pretty sure they were still in a secluded area. She decided to head into the underbrush again to see whether she could hide from him, even with the fancy tracking gear. The bushes were fairly lush but the ground felt as dry as a bone. She looked for a hole or depression where she could lay low. There was nothing very deep so she finally settled on an area that had some prairie grass and laid down in it near a clump of brush. She waited and listened. 

David knew he was very near his prey. He was so close that his cell phone app. was beeping. 

"That bitch must be hiding in the brush," he muttered aloud. "Jennifer, if you don't show yourself immediately things will go even worse for you when I drag you home. Jennifer!"

She doubted that giving up would result in any less pain so she remained in her hiding spot, as still as possible. They always saw stupid stuff like that. She heard him trying to walk through the dense foliage but his large frame seemed to make it even more difficult for him. She also guessed that he wasn't as desperate as she and didn't want the scratches and pokes from the thorns. She wondered how well her dirty blood-covered body blended with the surroundings. Would she be able to elude him until he gave up? No, she decided, he could never give up on finding his slave. Eventually he was going to have to climb in and scrape the ground until he found her.




Broken Ch. 05: Jackie's Story



Everything seemed very quiet all of a sudden. He had turned off the sound to his phone and stopped moving. Was he listening for her to make a sound? She could hear her heart beating loudly in her ears. Her breathing was not very loud but could he hear it? She kept her head down and didn't dare make a movement to look for where he was standing. A mosquito landed on her back and took its time drawing her blood. The itch was intolerable but she remained still. She focused on the ground below when suddenly she felt the painful squeezing of a powerful hand around her neck followed by a finger that latched onto her collar.

"There you are you little cunt!" he cried out half with in anger and half in relief.

He lifted her by her neck and dragged her to the road. He noticed the tent stake still in her hand and snatched it from her, tossing it into the brush. He backhanded her across the face and then pulled out the handcuffs. David had her left wrist in a cuff before she knew what was happening and pulled her right arm around her back to cuff her wrists together. Grabbing her by her left arm he half dragged and let her walk back to the truck. When they got there he threw her over the fender so her face was in the engine compartment.

"What the fuck did you do to my truck you little shit?" He was enraged.

"I just removed a few little parts," she replied indignantly. 

"Do you happen to know where we can find those parts?" he asked in an angry, frustrated voice.

"I put them over there," she answered, motioning with her head.

He grabbed her by the hair and pulled her to her feet. "Show me. Walk to them now."

"She walked gingerly on her sore feet to the side of the clearing. "In there, not too far," she told him.

He bent over a little and looked into the thicket for the brightly-colored but tiny fuses. Seeing how thick the undergrowth was he grabbed Jennifer by the neck and threw her down on her knees. After he unlocked the cuff from her right wrist he placed on his left.

"Get in there and find me those fuses!" he demanded. "I don't care how much it hurts you're going to find them. Start pulling weeds of you have to."

She had placed them in one drop so she was confident that once she spotted one the rest would be nearby. The plants hurt her fingers as she searched. She wished she had her tent stake to dig. She had some luck once she leaned a bush to one side. She could see two bright yellow fuses along with a couple more. She picked them up and handed them to David. He immediately headed over to the truck with her in tow. 

"Here, you put them back," he told her. "Your little fingers are better for this job."

She matched the numbers on the fuses to the sockets in the fuse panel. They came up short one fuse but there was one spare in the fuse block that they used to complete the job. David pulled her back to the cab of the truck and opened the front, then rear door on the driver's side. He released the cuff from his own wrist and positioned her in front of the open doors near the back seat

"Get in on your knees," he ordered."

Jennifer crawled in until her feet were clear of the door. He looped the handcuffs around one of the back seat headrest supports and then recaptured her right wrist. She was left kneeling on the floor with her arms held outstretched to the back of the bench seat and her groin up against the front of the vinyl seat base. He closed the rear door and then hopped into the driver's seat. He inserted the key and the engine started immediately. He hopped back out to close the hood and then reentered and latched his seatbelt before he took off with the tires spinning on the dirt road. The ride was very bumpy and she had great difficulty in keeping her body upright as he turned and sped over the rough road.

"I don't want to hear a sound from you," he threatened harshly. "I am so angry right now that I better let myself cool down before I begin punishing you and do something that I'll regret later."

His remarks brought her down to the harsh reality. To Jennifer, she had never accepted David as her Master. He was just some rich asshole looking for a different kind of thrill with a female slave. Had she misjudged his sadistic nature and tenacity to dominate and control her? Not knowing David very well she wondered what he had in mind when he spoke of punishment. She worried that he might be far more cruel than she had imagined. Were slaves just toys to him, to be used, abused and then discarded?. A shiver ran through her body as she thought of the possibilities. He wouldn't do anything that would leave her permanently scarred or worse would he?

There was no more conversation in the truck as he drove them back to his place. She had not gotten very far away from the house and she noticed no one on the road as he drove back to his house. The back windows on the truck were high enough relative to her kneeling position that she couldn't see much toward the ground. The handcuffs had been ratcheted down tightly around her wrists, cutting and bruising them. She fidgeted on her knees with her hands straddling the headrest post. The ribbed floor mats were very uncomfortable. 

When he turned a corner, she was pulled away from the headrest, pressing the handcuffs harder into her wrists. Now that it was daylight, she could see that his house was situated in a fairly large clearing surrounded by wilderness. It really struck home how isolated they were there. The damage to her body from the underbrush hurt all over and felt like some of the thorns had imbedded themselves into her flesh. Jennifer bit her lower lip so hard and often that it tasted like blood. She must surely have a black eye from the backhand he gave her. She felt a surge of terror when the truck came to a stop.



Broken Ch. 06



Dimitri checked the clock, 6:50. Sure, Madi was late once in awhile, but never this late without picking up her cell phone. Sunday nights at 6:30 had become a routine over the last few months. They always began with studying and descended into drunken movie watching. But tonight there was no Madi. Four phone calls went unanswered. He simply sighed, picking up his cell phone and listening to Madi's end ring

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She heard the phone ringing. It was loud. It was somewhere nearby, but she couldn't will herself to move. She was curled up in the corner, gripping her knees, tears rolling down her cheeks. The moments played out in her mind over and over as she rocked. 

She had just walked in from work when there was a knock at the door. Had she been smart, she would have checked the peephole, but her rush to change and get over to Dimitri's for their weekly study date had overridden caution. The second she opened the door; she knew it was too late. Karl was standing there, drunk and angry.

"So you think you can just hang up on me like that?!? You little fucking slut." She wasn't sure whether the words or the slap that rang throughout the apartment stung more. The rest was a blur, struggling through her home, trying to find her way to a door with a lock as he grabbed her, shook her, pushed her, punched her, pulled her hair. Not too mention the thrown glasses, vases, broken picture frames, and her laptop, which lay in pieces at the door between the kitchen and the living room. Even now, she barely felt the warm trickle of blood that seeped from somewhere inside her hair and down the back of her neck. He had hit her head against the corner of the counter as he had taken her down and... She couldn't think about that part. Her body ached from thrashing beneath him as he screamed, "Mine, your ass is mine. You got that you little slut? I'm giving you another chance; just know I'm watching. I'll kill you, you hear?" He had reeked of cheap whisky and anger.

She didn't know how long she had been curled up in the corner. The pounding at the door fell on deaf ears and she didn't even acknowledge Dimitri as he made his way into the kitchen. Shock made his mouth hang wide open, the apartment was absolutely trashed, TV overturned, couches slashed. He stepped over the laptop only to have worst fear realized. Madi was curled in a ball in the corner between the counter and the wall, arms wrapped around her shins as she rocked. Her eye was bruised, her lip swollen and bleed. Most disturbingly though, her eyes were dead, staring blankly at the cabinets across from her as tears ran down her cheeks silently. 

"Madi?" He spoke softly at first, afraid of startling her. Her lack of response made his pulse beat faster as he stepped closer, raising his voice "Madi?" She still failed to respond. He sank to his knees beside her, his hand falling to rest on her shoulder, stopping her rocking. The break in rhythm seemed to be all she could take. Eyes darted around nervously, finally falling on Dimitri. "What happened?" He hoped she would answer, instead she simply started bawling. It was all he could do not to start crying with her as he wrapped his arms around her, pulling him into the heat of his body and burying his face in her hair. He could feel her tears soaking through his shirt but there was no way he was letting her go. "Shhhh... shhhhh.... It's okay. I promise. Tell me what I can do?" Her only response was to cling to him tighter as her body shook with her sobs. It was then he first moved to stroke her hair, shocked to find his hand find something hot, wet and sticky. He lifted it to eye level, nearly gasping as he saw the massive red stain on his palm. 

He bit his lip, holding his head above hers and out of her view. He wasn't sure what to do with his hand, so he simply sighed and wrapped his arms back around her, it probably didn't matter much if he got blood on the shirt, did it?

"Come on, hun, let's get you off this floor and into the other room." She was still clinging to him, in truth, he wasn't even sure she heard. She was a bit heavier than he had expected, but still not overly difficult for him to pull to her feet. He shuddered as he noticed the state of her clothes. Her blouse was torn at the bottom, her skirt wrinkled and ripped at the seam. Her knees barely supported her as he half-carried, half-dragged her to the couch. He settled there, letting her collapse into his lap, holding her close as he lifted his cell phone and quietly dialed 911.

"911, what is the nature of your emergency?" He saw her eyes go wide as she heard the operator. She stood quickly, shaking her head with teary eyes. Terror coursed through her every movement. The police? Karl would kill her, he would come here and he would do it again, and not leave her with a voice if he found... the room swirled, colors blurring into a muddy mess of brown green and white as she felt her stomach heave and her body give out. And then there was blackness.

Dimitri watched in horror as she fell again, moving to the floor to kneel beside her, the operator still on the phone. "Madi, Madi, wake up!" The operator on the other line spoke.

"Sir, do you need an ambulance?"

"I.. I.." he looked around the room, hockey players didn't cry. He gritted his teeth, his jaw bone tight as he regained control over his rage and sadness. "Please, and the police. I just found my.. my friend.. in her apartment.. all beat up.. and the place is trashed.. and she just passed out again.. and her clothes are all torn up and..." He couldn't take it anymore. He slammed a fist against his thigh as he began to cry as well. "Please, hurry, please..."

The operator tried to keep him on the line and calm for the few minutes before there was a pounding on the door. He rose quickly and opened it. He had stopped his tears and was as calm as he could be as he opened it.

The next few minutes were a blur of questions and stuttered answers as Madi was loaded up and taken out. He followed, loading into the ambulance in a daze as they slammed the doors and took off.



Broken Ch. 06



Thank you all for taking the time to read my stories.  I hope you enjoy this chapter as the Master/slave relationship progresses.  As always, I appreciate your support and feedback.

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Ben returned to the great room where she remained on her knees and elbows on the coffee table as he had left her. He slipped out of his swim shorts and approached her from behind. She was aware of his presence but was unable to see what he was doing. He placed his strong hands on her hips and held her as he began to move toward her. She felt the tip of his erection as he directed it toward her slit. He removed his right hand from her hip to run a finger along her opening to make sure she was wet. He then used his hand to help position his cock directly into her cunt. He leaned into her. Once he had penetration and felt her wet flesh he drove his member into her well-presented vagina. 

When he finished his first excursion into her opening his belly came in contact with the metal hook. He pulled back then thrust hard as he held her by the hips. His groin pushed up against the steel hook which drove it just a little deeper into her rectum with a sudden push. The sensation was unique and she wasn't sure whether it was pleasurable or uncomfortable. Her body reacted with a small spasm. After several hard thrusts she decided that she liked the movement of the ball inside her. He came explosively then stopped abruptly and stepped back. She felt disappointed when he withdrew. She was just on the edge of cumming but not quite there. She almost said something but stopped herself and bit her tongue.

"We'll have to see what else we can do with that new toy later. I'm going to remove it for now. You are to clean it later and keep it for me when I request it again," Ben instructed her.

He untied her hands from the device and repositioned them one at a time on top of the table. The ropes tugged as he untied them which made the hook move around forcefully inside of her. She held her breath when the movement tested her limits for discomfort. Without warning he suddenly unhooked it from her hole as he withdrew the ball slowly. She felt as though she was having a bowel movement. The sensation made her shiver. She could still feel the sensation inside even after it was out.

"Okay baby, I have some presents for you that are really more for me. I got a new outfit that I want you to wear for me tonight. I also got some basic makeup things that you should be able to fix yourself up pretty nice for me. This is going to be a date night for us. I hope you do well to please me and I'm not disappointed. There are other things that you will see laetr"

"Baby???" He had mentioned some lingerie before but what was with the new pet name? What was he expecting as far as entertainment? She weighed her options but would have to think about this before doing anything rash. He brought forth a plain white shopping bag that looked pretty full and something that hung from a hanger, covered in black plastic. She was pretty sure that it was a dress.

"This is a complete outfit with the makeup and other miscellaneous stuff. There is some perfume in there for you to put on as well. Show me your best look. I have to leave you for a few hours this afternoon. When I get back I'll come and get you in your little casita. I'm going to take you back there now so you can get ready. You will have roughly two hours so be prepared. You will be in the first submissive position that I taught you when I return." 

He carried the bag and dress while she held the hook in her hand. He didn't bother to put a leash or anything on her as they left his house and walked across the patio to the casita. She looked out at the desert as she followed him in through the open casita door. 

"Interesting," she thought to herself. "He is really getting trustful. I wonder if he thinks that I would never attempt to escape or if he's that confident that I couldn't escape."

He did lock the door behind her with the keyed deadbolt and did re-apply the ankle shackle with the padlock. She felt less trusted again.

"You can leave your right stocking and shoe aside until I get back to release you," he explained. "Now get ready and put your hook away in the night stand drawer after you clean it up."

"Yes, Sir," she said meekly, he mind busy with other thoughts.

Despite being his slave, she couldn't wait to see what kinds of things he had picked out for her. Did he even have a clue as to dressing a woman? He said goodbye. The last thing she heard before he was gone was the unmistakable sound of the deadbolt sliding into its plate. 

It was interesting she thought that he did leave her untethered on the patio. Would that ever leave her an opportunity for her escape when the time was right? She'd have to watch how that went in the future - always look for patterns for predictability, she thought. 

She took the shopping bag which was heavier than she expected and set it on the couch. The first thing she did was to tear the wrap from the hanger to find a beautiful little black dress. Linda held it up in front of her. She could see all the delicate lace around the edges with a plunging neckline. Not surprisingly the length of the dress was relatively short. It looked like it would show off her new trimmer figure quite nicely. She draped it over the couch as she peered into the shopping bag. She noticed right off that there were many silky black things. The ornately woven extra wide bra strap caught her eye so she pulled it from the bag. It was a corset or "bralette" style that extended half way down to her navel. The bra cups were a finely woven design with patches of delicate mesh. It was edged with black lace as well. The lacey fabric contained elaborate patterns and would surely look sexy she thought. The wide strap was made to tie behind her neck, leaving her upper back uncovered. She slipped it on and felt how well it fit. The ornate bra felt nice against her breasts.

She noticed some fancy stockings and removed them from the bag. She examined the nylon stockings and noticed the lace around the tops of them. There was a matching garter belt and very revealing panties. A pair of high-heeled shoes was still in the box. She had to open the box immediately to see what he had chosen for her. The shoes had stiletto heels with straps that would wrap several inches up her ankles. She looked at the tags. Everything was expensive and appeared to be the right size for her. Another box held quite a bit of miscellaneous makeup, shampoo and the perfume. She hadn't heard of the name on the purple bottle so she sprayed a bit on her wrist. It smelled very nice and also expensive. She sprayed a little more on her other wrist to enjoy the sweet fragrance. She found a comb on the bottom - very much appreciated. It will be nice to wear some clothes again she thought, if only for the evening...or maybe longer?

Linda had to clean that unusual hook and put it away as it made her nervous every time she saw it lying in the paper towel on the counter. She took the hook and brought it into the bathroom. She cleaned it and wrapped it in tissues before storing it in the night stand. She then returned to the bathroom for a nice shower with the bottle of shampoo in hand. As she turned on the shower. She had some bar soap and a washcloth but the shampoo smelled so nice when she lathered it in her hair. She massaged her scalp and washed her hair again after rinsing. She felt like a woman who was about to have a nice meal and who knew what after that? She was so absorbed with showering that she nearly fell over the side of the tub when she accidentally tripped herself on the tether when her eyes were closed. She barely caught herself on the plastic shower curtain which slid down the tiled wall on top of her. That last bit was just too much and she started to cry. She knew that she wouldn't be able to keep a positive attitude much longer. She thought about her friends and family back home and cried aloud. She was truly screwed and she wanted out. She was determined to find her way back to her old life but it seemed so hopeless.

"Just breathe deeply," she said to herself. "You have to stay strong so you can get that SOB the first chance you get. Just lull him into complacency and give him what he wants for now."

She turned off the water but struggled to get the shower curtain back up in place. That tether was bothersome and was turning her right ankle red now. Several times before she shut off the water in the shower it had reached its limit and jarred her leg. She stepped out of the tub and took the towel in hand. She looked at the foggy mirror and wiped a circle in the middle. Her face looked pitiful and she could see the redness in her eyes. Linda picked up the comb to see what she could do with her snarled hair. It was a struggle but she combed it down on both sides. She forced a smile but she could still see the sorrow in her eyes. 

She wished that she had a razor to shave her legs before she put on the silky stockings. She also wondered whether the tiny thong would cover her bush. Eager to try on the clothing she wrapped the towel around her body and went to the main room in her small abode. She felt human again somehow after being able to bathe completely. She had lost track of time and tried to figure out how long before she had to be ready. She had forgotten to check the clock when he left. She figured that there was still at least an hour. She'd have to check the clock when she got out of the bathroom.

That captor, Ben puzzled her too. Was he a naïve kid at heart or was he a mean and nasty man who just needed the right trigger to set him off? Was he going to play with her in a romantic manner later or was there something more ominous about his plans for the evening? She was pretty sure that he had other outfits for her too based on things that he had said and the packages that she had seen. That made her doubt that he was a monster. He seemed to treat her more like a toy or a dog. He seemed more affectionate than disdainful or sadistic. She was excited about his use of the term, "date night" but she hadn't forgotten that she was still his slave. He had mentioned about doing things to her that he couldn't even do to a paid prostitute. He had already choked her once. The possibilities made her shudder. She'd continue to cooperate until she had a good plan. She also needed to learn more about his weaknesses. Seduction by a woman could be a very powerful force. He seemed like the kind of guy who could be pussy whipped.

Linda walked by the microwave and saw that the time was nearing 6:00. Plenty of time but she really wasn't sure when he'd be back. She couldn't wait to check out the new things so she hurried over to the couch where the bag and hanger from Ben rested. She almost wasn't sure what the thin strap was until she pulled it from the bag. It was the back of a slinky thong. She slipped into it and found it left her nearly bare. Thankfully the front was more generous than the strap in back. Linda ran her hands over her ass and felt nothing but bare skin. She wasn't sure how the garters would work if she had to remove the thong first. She had never worn a garter belt before so it was challenging to figure out how to adjust everything. She put it around her waist, just above her hip bone and fastened it in front. It was too loose to remain in place so she found the adjustment hooks and tightened it to a comfortable fit. She put the bra on again. Even though it wasn't firm it provided a surprising amount of support. The height was more than she was accustomed to but looked very sexy. He was setting his own trap by giving her the tools to seduce him. The extra lace below the cups helped to lift her breasts. She could see her areolas and nipples through the black lace. She felt how it caressed her breasts.

Mostly out of curiosity she had to slip into the left stocking. She bunched it up to first place it over her foot and calf. She loved the silky feel as she slipped the laced top up to her upper thigh. She placed the clasps from the garter belt onto the stocking and held her leg out. Damn, that was a great look. The lacy pattern hid her leg hair pretty well. She rolled her leg to see it from all sides. Perfect, she thought.

Linda couldn't wait to try on the dress. It felt as though it had been ages since she had last been fully clothed. She slipped into the fine garment and zipped up the back. Her steel wall-mounted mirror over the sink didn't give the best view but she thought she looked pretty hot. The band around her neck blended in with the collar and complimented the look of a seductress. She walked over to the couch to try on one of the shoes. It was stiff but it fit perfectly. The heels must have been about three inches high and gave her quite a lift when she stood on her left foot. She had to try the other one too so she slipped it on her bare foot. She practiced walking in them because she felt a little bit unsteady in the heels. She left them both on for the practice. 

Now into the bath to see what she could do with the makeup. She found a complete selection of foundation, blush, eye shadow, eye liner, mascara and lipstick. She did what she normally did with her eyes except with more intensity. She was dress to kill, she thought as she looked back at the mirror. He'd tell her anything with enough seduction and cock teasing. Could a slave do that to her Master, she wondered? Maybe he was even going to serve alcohol with dinner and really let his guard down.

The clock told her it was just past 6:30. She paced nervously, straightening things as she went. The place was so small and there was so little to clean that she found herself just walking back and forth, occasionally looking out the small window. One time when she looked out she thought she saw a horse walking behind the barn. She looked for about fifteen minutes but it never reappeared. Was there a horse at his place too? Interesting. Another possible tool means for escape. She had only ridden a horse once in her life when she was a teen so it wasn't like she could hop on bareback and ride away but there might be other options there. Finally, out of sheer exhaustion she went over and sat down on the couch. Not knowing what he expected she figured that she'd get in the one submissive position that he had taught her. She waited, tapping her feet nervously. She laid her head back and soon her eyes drifted closed.

"What on earth are you doing sleeping like that?" he demanded with a loud voice just after he woke her by shaking her right shoulder.

"I'm sorry, Sir. She blurted out, still waking from the nap. "I must have fallen asleep."

She kept her eyes down not knowing how angry he had become He stood over her with his hands on his hips staring.

"Look at me," he demanded. "What do you think I should do with you to make sure this never happens again?"

She slowly raised her head. She could see the irritation in his eyes.

"I'm terribly sorry, Sir. It won't happen again," she said with a trembling voice.

"You can be sure of that," he scolded. "In the meantime you need to be punished. I believe in swift justice. Since this is date night and you're looking so pretty - You do look awesome by the way, we'll just get this over quickly so I can make dinner for us. Go around the back of this couch and bend over the back—NOW!"

He lifted her out of the sofa and walked her around before bending her over the upholstered back. He lifted her dress and set it over her back.

"This is your lucky day, Linda. Just half a dozen swats and you'll be off the hook this first time."

Before she could react or say anything she felt a hard slap of his hand to her exposed left cheek. She heard the sound before the sting radiated out from her left cheek. She struggled, causing him to take a firmer hold. The next one on her right side seemed much harder, probably because of her reaction to the first. She grimaced. 

"Ooh, I do love to see my handprints on your bare white ass," he said , taunting her.

Four more quick smacks and he pulled her dress back down. Her eyes were watering from the pain of the spanking. She also sensed a bit of arousal from his dominating treatment of her. Was she a masochist at heart, she wondered?

"Go back around and sit on the couch. Take off that right shoe and we'll get that stocking on your right leg."

She did as he said but her bottom was still stinging and it hurt more to sit. She slipped off the shoe as he unlocked the ankle restraint. He handed the stocking to her.

"Here you go Linda. This will complete your outfit. Put it on along with the shoe."

Linda slipped the stocking onto her right leg then struggled to fasten the garter belt while holding up the dress. Ben came to her aid and held her dress so she could use both hands on the garter belt. He stared longingly at her in the outfit that he had chosen specifically for that evening. He was struck by the transformation that had occurred with the clothing and makeup. It occurred to him just then that he had never seen her all dressed up before. She somehow looked more confident and well... human. 

"I can see you pussy right through those panties," He said to lighten the mood and as if he didn't know how sheer they were. "That's a very nice look for you."

She found herself blushing even though it seemed very odd to her that she even cared what he thought.

"Come with me now over to my place. I picked up some fresh things for our dinner. You can help me make the salad."

He walked to the door, unlocked it and held it for her. She was still feeling the tingle of the spanking on her bottom as she walked tall in the heels. The added strain to her muscles back there seemed to heighten the sensation, especially when the short black dress swished back and forth over her bare skin. She followed him again across that patio. The effect was somewhere between painful and pleasurable; she wasn't sure why the spanking had aroused her so. The heat of the day had not abated. Once again she was unrestrained as she walked with him to his place. The patio was like their no man's land. She breathed deeply in an attempt to calm herself before entering his lair. He ushered her into the kitchen. A bag of groceries sat on the counter. She was busy looking around when she felt the all too familiar awareness of the ankle shackle being locked in place on her left side this time.

"We'll be having some wine tonight, Linda," he stated as he opened the refrigerator and took out a bottle of merlot. 

He opened it and poured two glasses. He handed one to her as he brought his along as well. He swirled the wine in his glass, smelled it then took a sip as though he were a wine connoisseur. She doubted that for some reason.

"Cheers," he said as he lifted his glass to hers and clanked them together.

She loved wine and took a sip after he did first. So he was serving alcohol. She hoped to be able to ply more information from him this evening. She felt like it would be great to get really drunk and hopefully forget about things for a while but she also wanted to use this opportunity to coax more information from him. She wondered if she could get him to drink a lot without having so much herself. He was thinking the same about her as he had in reserve another bottle of the same wine plus a white zinfandel in case she didn't like the merlot. They smiled at one another before he started to unload the groceries.

"How do you like your steak?" he asked as he pulled out two rib eye steaks from the bag.

"Medium," she replied, her mind fully engaged wondering about every question that he asked and for what he might be probing.

"Prefect, me too. I want you to make the salad. You'll find the ingredients all in that bag. I got all sorts of veggies. I'm going to prepare the meat for the grill. Have some more wine. Help yourself when that glass is empty."




Broken Ch. 06



She took a small sip to let him see her drinking. He left her alone in the kitchen as he went out the sliding glass door to the patio by the pool. She could see that he had nearly another complete kitchen along one side of the back patio. She sipped wine from her glass as she watched him for a few minutes, getting the grill started and arranging things from a cabinet alongside the grill. Linda looked inside the grocery bag for what there was for the salad. She wondered how she was going to deal with the tomatoes and cucumbers without a sharp knife. The kitchen was so large that she would be challenged to find anything. Fortunately he had left a salad bowl on the counter. It contained a plastic lettuce knife that looked like it could be lethal despite the material from which it was made. She pressed the tip against her finger and noticed that it was indeed sharp.

She was able to put together a nice salad by the time he returned with the steaks, bread and potatoes that he had also cooked outside. He brought everything to the dining table that sat between the kitchen and great room, overlooking the pool. Some of the back yard lights were beginning to come on as twilight approached. He held the chair out at the side of the table that faced the pool for her. She noticed that it was just within the reach of her tether. Once she sat, be stooped down and unlocked her ankle restraint. He set it aside and sat next to her at the head of the table on left side. 

"Oh Linda. I forgot to bring the bottle of wine to the table. Would you please go and bring it here?" he asked politely.

"Yes, Sir," she answered as she arose from her seat.

She brought the bottle over and took it upon herself to top off his glass.

"Why don't you finish it?" he said more as a statement than a question. "There's another bottle in the refrigerator."

Linda emptied the bottle into her glass, smiling because she knew what he was trying to get her drunk too. She had already consumed one glass so she was feeling a little tipsy having not eaten in a while. It worried her a little because wine always seemed to make her horny. She also considered herself desirable in the hot and sexy outfit. She wasn't sure how she felt about that. She's have to see how the evening went. She knew he had something special in mind but she had plans to ply him for information that could help her get away. Let the game begin.

"Let's eat," he said as they were finally settled at the table. "I'm sorry but I just can't take my eyes off of you tonight. You look amazing."

"Well thank you," she replied automatically.

"I don't know how long I can go without getting physical with you though. We just may have to clear this table and do it right here"

That remark caught her attention as she took her first bite of steak. She smiled coyly and continued chewing the delicious steak then washed it down with a sip of wine. She immediately took another bite to avoid speaking.

"So tell me Linda, what did you do in your previous life? I realized when I was away getting dinner that I really don't know anything about you."

She thought for a moment then replied, "Before my life was taken away from me, I had a great circle of friends, a boyfriend and a career in marketing with a consulting firm."

"Do you ever wonder what they must be thinking about your disappearance?"

"I think about them all the time, especially my poor mother. I can't imagine what they are thinking and doing. I'm sure she's still frantically doing everything in her power to try to find me. I'd hate to be in your shoes if my mother ever got a hold of you."

The conversation was making Linda feel and act very emotional. She fought back tears.

"I can imagine. I really can," Ben replied thoughtfully. I try to avoid thinking about things like that."

"If that bothers you, why don't you let me go? I have no idea who you really are or where we are. I'm guessing that your name probably isn't even Ben."

"I'm thinking I'm not going to do that," he replied as he stared into her watering eyes. He knew he had gotten off on a raw topic and kicked himself mentally for being so stupid. He desperately tried to changed the subject. "Tell me about your romantic and sexual fantasies. That's why I bought you after all. If there are things that really turn you on I'd like to know that."

"Do you realize how dehumanizing that sounds?" she asked with her eyes focused on his eyes this time.

"Maybe trying to an intimate dinner with a slave wasn't such a good idea," he replied. "We can just finish here and then I'll have my way with you before I lock you up for the evening. Would you rather just be treated like my concubine? I do have the means to make your life unpleasant."

Linda could see that this conversation was creating tension and making him angry when she spoke the truth about her feelings. She wanted to change the subject too.

"I'm sorry," she said meekly. "I shouldn't have been so harsh. You have treated me well so I will provide my pleasant company for this lovely dinner." (Besides, she had questions to ask).

"As you know, I'm new at this and maybe I give you too much latitude to speak and do your own thing. I'll have to work on providing a consistent message to you as my slave. When we get the hormones flowing, I am not necessarily rational either. You know, Dr. Lee will take girls like you back in trade when customers like me grow tired of their slaves or decide that they're not working out. We always have that option too."

"I'm really sorry, Master. I will try to please you in the future. Maybe the wine emboldened me to say things like that."

"No worries, my dear. I'm sure you meant every word, whether you said it or kept it to yourself."

She tried again to change the subject. She played on his ego and it worked.

"So how did a guy like you end up living in a place like this in the middle of the desert?"

"I started out as a grunt in the construction business and worked my way up to better and better positions. I was pretty ambitious and the times were right for me to start my own company in the mid 2000's, before things crashed. I knew a lot of the right people and had the right connections so I was able to grow my company into something rather sizeable. I was offered quite a bit of money for my company a few years after I got it rolling so I sold it. I figured that I could always start another construction company or something if I missed it but these days I'm just enjoying life as much as possible."

They both continued to eat the dinner as though they hadn't eaten in days. They both avoided questions that could stir up controversy or emotional outbreaks.

"Wow! ,You certainly are big and strong enough to have been a builder - were you a carpenter at one point?"

"Yes but since I started so young I was pretty much a jack of all trades, but yes carpentry was my main focus.".

"So you're already retired?"

"More or less. I still have an interest in my former company but I seldom have to do anything except attend board meetings and consult from time to time. That's where I was this afternoon."

So the company must be located pretty close to his ranch, she gathered, storing that piece of intelligence away for the future.

"Sir, would it be too forward of me to come over there and massage your shoulders? I'd like to feel your muscles if I may?" she said in her feminine and seductive voice.

"Sure, why not?" he answered feeling ready to get a little physical with her.

She stood on the heels to get solid footing and assess her state of intoxication, then sauntered around behind him where she placed her hands on his shoulders. She squeezed and kneaded his shoulder muscles as she rubbed her breasts against his head and shoulders.

"I think you're pretty tense," she announced as she continued to work his shoulders and upper arms knowing that he could smell the scent of her perfume.

He ignored the remark as he closed his eyes and enjoyed her therapeutic touching.

"Step over here and let me take another look at you in that sexy dress," he commanded.

She sashayed over to stand in front of him and placed her hands on her hips in a provocative manner to make sure he was turned on. Her dress was tight across her hips making every detail of her pussy visible in the black fabric.

"Come over here and sit in my lap," he said, his eyes frozen on her shapely body. "That corset and diet really gave you a killer figure."

She was feeling amorous herself and slowly settled onto his lap. She could feel his erection through his pants as she settled in on his lap. She wiggled just a bit to tantalize him. She placed her arms around his neck to see whether she had him under her spell. He didn't move as she pressed her chest against his.

"Do you ever take women out to the barn for some old-fashioned hayloft action?" she inquired.

"No, not yet," he replied as he began stroking her body.

"I suppose it would be pretty hot to do that now," she continued. "How about in the pool?"

"Sometimes," he answered. " I want to play in here for a while before we go outside though," he said, gaining back control of the conversation. "Let's get you out of that dress. Dessert can wait."

He took hold of the zipper on the back of her dress and pulled it down. He ran his hands over her bare back, sending shivers through her entire body. She had to admit, he did something for her physically. Apart from being a dreadful human being, he was handsome, strong and charming. Ben kissed her on the back then slipped the dress over her shoulders. It lay down around her waist as he brought his hands up to caress her breasts. He played with her nipples through the sheer bra, making them harder than they already had become. She turned to face him more directly and he kissed her on the mouth.

"By the way," he said softly, "This is going to get rough tonight. I hope you like rough sex."

"Bring it on, Master," she said sweetly as she smiled at him.

He picked her up with one arm and pulled her dress down with the other. He carefully slipped it over her shoes. She kicked the dress free as he placed both arms beneath her. Ben carried her into his bedroom. She noticed that he had some soft indirect lighting and the room looked very luxurious and neatly decorated. Various candles were in several locations be were not lit. He threw her, back-down on the bed and watched her reaction. He lay down beside her and placed his left hand under his chin with his elbow on the mattress. He used his right hand to spread her legs slightly. He stroked her thighs with his light touch eliciting a soft moan.

"Lie still while I make you cum," he said as he began to massage her cunt through the mesh and lace fabric. His touch was light and his movement slow as he teased her by running his fingers over her lips, stopping just short of her clit. He could feel her lips become engorged as he played with her. She let out short gasps as her breathing quickened. He could feel through the lace that she was beginning to get wet. The mesh fabric gradually filled with her honey as he stroked her. He continued, making her moan and struggle to remain still. Her thong grew wetter and she could hear the moisture as he stroked his fingers through it. He bent down and flicked his tongue over the wet mesh.

"Stay here and pull the comforter and sheets back," he said as he went to his closet. "Light the candles too," he added as he took a butane lighter out of a drawer.

He came out carrying a huge wedge-shaped pillow along with a smaller version. He placed the big one on the bed with the tall end of the wedge a foot and a half away from a side edge of the bed. The smaller wedge mated with the other on the incline which provided a level surface at the far end away from the tallest side. 

"Bend over the wedge with your knees here and your upper body on the other piece."

She crawled up on the king-sized bed and knelt as he instructed before she bent down over the edge. The firm wedge-shaped pillow positioned her ass high above the bed with her body comfortably supported on the smaller wedge. He untied the strap for her bralette from behind her neck and stripped it of. He then pulled her thong down to her knees then pulled it out from under them and over her heels. He placed his hands on her ankles and spread her legs. She was sure that he was taking his own pants off too as she quickly felt his cock entering her wet cunt. He pounded her even harder than the last time. His hands clasped around her breasts as he banged her hard and fast. Banging was the only way to describe the fucking that she took at that moment. She came multiple times as he continued with unbelievable stamina. Ben moaned loudly when he reached orgasm. He made her feel sexier than she had felt in a long time.

He left the room again then returned with their glasses of wine. She noticed that he had refilled them. He handed one to her. She took a sip as she rested where she lay, not daring to move until instructed to do so. He laid on his side beside her, smiling as he looked at her face.

"So tell me MS Linda, have you ever been engaged in kinky sex with any boyfriends or girlfriends?"

"Uh, not really," she answered. There was one time in college when I kissed my best friend on a dare. We laughed about it afterward and it didn't really do anything for me."

"I noticed that the spanking made you a little moist. Did you like it?"

"I didn't at first but the stinging felt sort of erotic at the time," she admitted.

"Good, maybe we can find more opportunities to pleasure you with pain," he said thoughtfully as he pondered the possibilities..

He looked down at her breasts and slowly circled her right areola as he looked at her from head to toe. He smiled as the silence became uncomfortable. 

"I was thinking about the advice from Dr. Lee to make sure I continue to train and discipline you. I've been mulling over a few ideas on what to do next. Roll over onto your back and I'll be right back. Do you feel like you're still undisciplined dear?"

"No, Sir," she said. I live to pleasure you."

He slapped the side of her ass. "Did I ever tell you how much I hate sarcasm, especially from my slave? You've got the right idea though."

He rolled over and slipped out of the bed and onto the floor. Reaching out with his right hand he took hers and pulled her across the sheets and onto her feet. He embraced her and she reciprocated. She felt his erection against her stomach. She felt turned on again too and could feel her body responding. He stooped lower to engage her vagina with his penis. He lifted her as he penetrated her again. Moving over to an open space on the wall beside a dresser he charged the wall, banging her back into the rough texture. She tucked her head in over his shoulder just in time. He proceeded to fuck her hard, thrusting his pelvis in and out of her vagina. She hung on tighter and wrapped her legs around him to draw his member in deeper. He continued to pound her hard making the whole room shake from the force. She felt the scraping of the sharp edges of the wall's knock-down texture on her sweaty back. They reached orgasm together again as he slowed down. They were both winded and breathing hard.

He carried her across the room to a patio door that overlooked the pool from the bedroom. The outside air was hot as he carried her outside. He carefully walked across the terrace then suddenly jumped into the deep end of the pool with Linda still hanging onto his body. The luke-warm saltwater mostly provided relief as it cooled their overheated bodies. The salt stung on the scratches on her back however. She hung on to him and floated along as he moved about the pool in and out of the underwater lights until he came to a rest at one side in the deep end. They were next to the ladder that was mounted on the side of the pool.

"Here," he said as he took her body in both hands and positioned her in front of the ladder. "Stay in front of the ladder and keep your back against it. 

She did as she was told. He reached over the side of the pool and grabbed a round, white life preserver with a rope attached. He took the rope from the floatation device and began to tie her to the ladder. He wrapped the first few wraps around her chest then went down to her waist to tie her there to the ladder under the surface of the water. He took care to make sure that her hands were captured by the rope when he looped it around her waist. He looked into her eyes and smiled.

"I'll be back in about an hour. I have something to take care of. I'll release you then after you get all pruney. Stay put now."

He laughed and squeezed her left breast before swimming to the other side of the pool and crawling out. He took one last look at her before he went back into the master bedroom. She rested there where he had tied her. The ropes held her securely enough that she didn't have to worry about keeping her head above water. What was he up to? Was this just one of sadistic games? She rubbed her fingers together. She wasn't too pruney yet but in an hour, who knew? She wiggled a bit. She was pretty sure that she could get free from the ropes. Was he testing her? What would she do and where could she go if she left the pool? She decided that her escape plan was too undeveloped to try anything at that time so she waited patiently. He was so mean to her sometimes but at least this wasn't painful. He returned sooner than she expected which made her think that he was testing her. He jumped into the water and untied her. She climbed the ladder first as he wished before he did likewise.

"I think we are both going to sleep well tonight," he said as he wrapped his arm over her shoulders and walked her back into the bedroom. "Let's go to back to the bed now."

Once inside the bedroom he put her to bed on the passenger side. He pulled out a regular linked chain that was attached to the massive frame beneath the bed. He fastened a shackle around her right ankle then went into his closet. She laid on her back and stared at the ceiling fan that was creating a rush of cooling air. The evening had left her hot and the cool air felt good. He returned from his closet in just a minute or so. 

"Lie still while I pour this on you," he said as he unscrewed the cap from a flask of some alcoholic beverage.

She had no idea what he was about to do but she did as he told her. The liquid startled her as he filled her navel. He bent over her, parting her legs as he placed his tongue into the pool he had just created over her navel. He went down and began to run his tongue over her clit. The sensation was one of wetness followed by a stinging sensation. The sting felt almost like an antiseptic being applied to an open cut.

"Peppermint schnapps," he explained as he moved up to re-dip his tongue and return to applying the refreshing liquor to her sensitive areas. 

He played with her in various places around and into her vagina with the schnapps. 

He stopped her from bringing her hand down to touch herself. "Uh uh, keep your hands away," he scolded her. "I want you to spend the night in my bed with me. I just got an idea of what we will do tomorrow. You will want to be well rested."

He crawled into the bed beside her and turned out the lights with some remote control device. He surprised her a little when he slid over beside her and spooned her. He wrapped his left arm over her bare body and pulled up the sheet.

"Good night, Linda," he said softly.

"Good night, Sir," she said as they both drifted off to sleep.



Broken Ch. 07



Dimitri paced nervously in the waiting room. It had been hours since he had ridden in the ambulance with Madi and stitches did NOT take this long. He wondered what else was wrong. In truth, her mental state was of more concern than her physical, but no one seemed interested in telling him what was going on. He made a few more runs forward and back before settling in a chair, legs bouncing nervously.

"Mr. Gierzynski?" Dimitri looked up at the mention of his name, a female doctor was standing with a chart on her hip, and a kind but concerned smile. He stood clearing his throat and wiping his palms on his pants as he walked towards her.

"Yeah. Is she okay?" The doctor sighed and nodded.

"Walk with me." He followed as the doctor led through the linoleum and fluorescents of the sterile building. She spoke softly, "It's a good thing you found her. Her head wasn't the only problem. She has a few bruised ribs, one broken one. She needed five stitches for the cut in her head, and another 15 for several cuts on her thighs. She's pretty banged up; it'll be a couple of days before she's back on her feet. But that's not really what concerns me," She stopped, turning so her back was to a door and she faced Dimitri, "Dimitri, did you see anyone coming or going from the building when you went in?" The question struck him as strange.

"No. Why?" The doctor took a deep breath. 

"Mr. Gierzynski, Madison has been raped." She watched as he tensed, his jaw clenched and fists balled. He had suspected molestation, but rape? Rape?!?! He would kill whoever had done this. He would find him and he would rip him apart and-- thoughts were interrupted by the doctor's voice, "But you need to stay calm, for her. You can see her now if you like, but just know her state is fragile at best." He nodded, taking a deep breath before trying to exhale his rage through his nostrils.

"Lead the way." It took concentration to speak calmly. The doctor nodded, opening the door and letting him in. Madi lay in a gown on the bed, trying to force a smile, even though it only exaggerated the quivering of her lips as she tried to force back tears. Dimitri could only stare, his eyes never leaving her face as he settled into the chair beside her bed. His hand moved to rest over hers, "Is that okay? Or do your knuckles even hurt?" He chuckled, and she actually smiled.

"That's okay." She nodded and groaned, a hand moving to her head as she grimaced. His touch startled her, even after his warning beforehand. The doctors had probably told him. A tear streamed out of her eye. He squeezed her hand gently, but she refused to look in his direction. 

"Madi, I'm sorry about tonight. I called Darren and let him know where you are. Was there anything you wanted me to ask him to bring over here?" She sniffled, of course, when the heavy shit came through, Dimitri was eager to pass responsibility for her to Darren. Not that she could blame him. This wasn't a tiff between her and a neighbor or a stressed out ranting about balancing her workload.

"No, they said I could probably go home tomorrow, until then I have this gown." She still looked away. Her voice was soft and distant. He squeezed her hand again.

"Madi, look at me." She ignored the request. "Please, I need to see you." Slowly, she turned her head in his direction. Her right eye was black and her lower lip cut and swollen, tears hung on her lashes. His jaw began clenching again. He could barely contain his rage.

"Who did this?" She had never heard him like this before, that angry growl that forced him to limit his voice to something just above a whisper. She didn't dare speak for fear of what would come out. She didn't have the control to trust herself to not tell the truth. She just squeezed his hand. "Tell me who did this." Each word was even in length as though rhythm was the only hope for controlling himself.

"It doesn't matter, Dimitri." She saw the flames beginning to blaze in his eyes. Fear was throbbing deep inside her somewhere but she knew that it was baseless.

"It doesn't matter? Did you really just say that? Madi, please, tell me. I'll tell the police, I'll tell the DA, I'll do whatever I can to help find him." She sniffled, looking as though she was about to break. He took a deep breath, it was hard to stay angry with anyone when he was looking at her, she was beautiful, even now. He rose, still holding her hand, and pressed his lips to her forehead. "I'm sorry." He settled back in his seat, looking into her eyes. "But it matters. It matters a lot. He can't get away with this."

"Dimitri?" She sighed, looking down at their hands and then back into his face. He simply nodded; afraid his own voice would scare her's back into her throat. "Will, will you stay with me tonight? I.. I don't want to be alone." The end of the sentence trailed off into a struggle against tears. He nodded once more, standing to sit at the foot of the bed before Madi moved over a bit. He understood, lying down beside her and wrapping his arms around her protectively. 

"Is this okay?" He whispered next to her ear, the heat of his breath tickling her lobe. She simply nodded, rolling over carefully, being sure not to rip out her IV before curling up in a ball against his chest to cry, God forbid she be without whatever this tranquilizer they were pumping her full of was, the rhythmic movement of his hands the only thing could offer even the slightest comfort.

*******

The heavy sigh that pushed forward from the small bundle on the couch beside him weighed on his ears like a ton of bricks. Madi seemed resigned to silence, despite the fact she seemed too small to hold everything that was invariably going on inside. Her eyes were like a mosaic sea glass, matte pieces of green and brown sloppily fit together into something incoherent. 

Her own silence forced him to bite his tongue. What words were appropriate now? What question could he ask without sounding like a bumbling idiot? 'Are you okay?' was not suitable now. And any other subject besides her well-being seemed to pale in comparison. He let his hand fall on her foot, squeezing gently, and was almost hurt by the way she jumped. 

"Dimitri..." Her voice was so quiet and distant he wasn't sure whether he had really heard it. "You don't have to stay, I mean, I know you have shit to do and I'll be okay. I can take care of—" 

"If I didn't want to be here, Madi, I wouldn't. In case you haven't noticed, we're friends. This is what friends do. No more nonsense talk. I'm staying until Darren comes home, he told me he has ROTC and family shit this week, so it looks like I'm here for a few days." He saw her smile, his hand moving up and down her calf slowly.

"Thank you." He simply nodded, laying down behind her on the twin bed turned couch. An arm moved around her waist, pulling her closer before he pressed his lips to the back of her head. His tenderness in the past 18 hours or so caught Madi off guard. It wasn't that she didn't have wonderful friends, but he seemed more invested. More interested. Like he only wanted to be near her right now. She was probably just delirious from the drugs though. Eyes fell across the stack of pill bottles on the table, antibiotics for STDs, some experimental treatment they thought might knock out HIV, Plan B, painkillers, tranquilizers, sleeping pills. Hell, in a situation where she could have become suicidal, they sure made it easy for her to off herself. Maybe the doctor's had asked him to stay and he was just making it less susipicious. She sighed, closing her eyes, she might as well take advantage of his closeness while she could.

"I'll make you a deal, you can have the remote, if you promise not to talk anymore nonsense." He felt her hand fall to his arm, squeezing his forearm softly. It was delicious, the soft heat of her skin, the sound of her breathing. He didn't want to move.

"I'll make you a deal, I live here, so I can have the remote regardless." She giggled softly. The sound was music. She slowly flipped through the channels, Monday afternoons left them with slim pickings. They settled on some afternoon sitcoms. 

The sound of whimpering woke him from his nap, it was dark in the room. They must have drifted off awhile ago. Madi was beginning to squirm, as he leaned over her form he could see the tears on her cheeks. She seemed to be still asleep, though. Hand gently moved against her side before he leaned in, pressing his lips to her cheek and whispering in her ear. "It's okay, you're safe." He was surprised when her eyes flew open, his face still only inches from her own. The surprise in her eyes left him wondering why she hadn't screamed, her chest was still heaving from the fear of her dream. Had he thought twice, or even at all, he would've stopped himself before he pressed his lips against hers. It was a gentle kiss, the rough beginnings of a scab on her upper lip was a strange contrast to the rest, soft and moist. Her hand squeezed his forearm, lips moving to kiss back. Excitement coursed through his veins, fear and...and...and something he couldn't put his finger on. Her lips parted beneath his, inviting his tongue to explore tentatively. 

Every inch of her was tingling, the kiss had been so soft it almost tickled at first. A hand rose to rest against his cheek, her thumb moving slowly as she continued to kiss him. It had been too long since she had kissed like this. With a question behind it. Not the simple hunger of lust or those empty kisses that had once tried to convince her of I love you's. It was nervous and familiar and... Dimitri. Of all the people in the world, it was him. She kissed with new vigor at the thought of it, a hand moving to put pressure on the back of his head, holding him closer as her tongue wrestled against his. A soft groan vibrated her chest as he feathered his fingers over her arms.

As Madi tugged him closer, it seemed he couldn't resist, moving her to her back so he could press himself against her, his weight forcing her to sink into the couch cushions. Pain surged through her damaged rib cage, panic gripping her throat, her heart pounding in her chest as her eyes flew open. Dimitri's facial features blurred, Karl's ugly snarl above her. She screamed, struggling and wincing all at once. Dimitri retracted like a rubber band snapping back, now it was his turn to panic. "Madi? Madi? Are you okay?" She sniffled, tears clinging to her eyelashes as she nodded, pushing herself up into a sitting position before looking into his face. Sadness overran her face.

She took a deep breath, "I'm sorry, I'm just not ready to...to..." He nodded, pulling her against him and kissing the top of her head, a hand gliding over the back of her sweatshirt.

"I didn't mean to push," He smiled, kissing her temple this time, "Don't look so sad," A kiss on the cheek now, "I'm not going anywhere." She sighed, obviously relieved. Maybe he really was here of his own accord It seemed a quick change of subject might be in order, "Are you hungry yet?" She giggled, nuzzling his chest. 

"Do you ever think of anything not food related?" She looked up at him, her voice seemingly disconnected from the rest of her, he could see she was trying behind those eyes, "I could eat, what do you want?"

"Chinese sound alright?" She grinned,forcing him to lean in and kiss her softly. She seemed surprised and delighted. At least enough so to drop her head to his shoulder so her lips could grace his neck with fluttering kisses. He groaned softly. "Chinese it is then." He lifted his cellphone, placing their orders before dedicating both arms to holding her, a hand gently caressing her side. It was going to be a long few days, being as he would have to control himself the whole time. 



Broken Ch. 07



Linda woke first, feeling disoriented. It seemed that she was in a different place every night since her capture. She was comfortably in a bed, his warm breath on her neck and his arm slung over her side. He had a soft snore that wasn't too annoying she thought. What did this cuddling mean? Was he falling for her or did he simply pass out this way? After all, he had chosen her from the women who were available at the slave market and she wasn't unattractive. This already seemed like more than just casual magnetism. Even the Master/slave relationship seemed pretty loose. Was it just the novelty of having a new woman with whom to play (and own)? It could just be strictly physical. What would happen if he tired of her? That would be weird; she thought about whether he desired her that much. She was thinking how that would definitely work to her advantage and leave him open to some good old-fashioned female manipulation.

The silence was shattered by a loud crash of thunder. They both jumped. She didn't even know that it stormed like that in the desert. The glowing red numbers on the clock read 6:23. A downpour of rain could be heard as it pounded on the clay roof and patio door. The heavy clouds hid any early morning light. Neither one of them said or did anything as they laid still and listened to the raging storm outside. She snuggled in with him to rest a little more. She noticed that he didn't push her away. The rain stopped as suddenly as it began. All that could be heard now was the soft dripping of water as it fell from the plants. It almost felt like a dream.

"Good morning Linda," he said in his early morning voice. "This will be good for what I have planned for you today."

"Good morning to you too, Sir she replied with her voice a little rough as well."

"I'm going to take you out to the kitchen to make a nice big breakfast for us. We have a lot going on today so eat up. This little storm and the clouds will help make it more tolerable out there in the barn. You're lucky."

He rolled over and got out of bed. He came over to her side and unlocked her ankle shackle. She rubbed her ankle, mostly in an attempt to gain sympathy.

"I think your robe is hanging in the closet over there. Put it on if you want and I'll get you situated in the kitchen. I have some phone calls to make so I'm going to leave you on your own in the kitchen for about an hour."

She got up and found her robe hanging in an otherwise nearly empty closet on one side of the entrance to the master bath. He escorted her out to the kitchen where he locked her left ankle again to the other tether. 

"You know pretty much where everything is. Make us something good and I'll plan on being back at 8:00 for a warm breakfast. Get the coffee going now though because I want some before breakfast. The sooner the better."

He went back to the master bathroom and showered before getting dressed in shorts and a nice golf shirt. He went into the den which was just around the corner from the kitchen and closed the solid door behind. She could hear the low din of his voice but the words were unrecognizable. She moved as close to the door as possible to eavesdrop and determine how much she could pick up. It sounded mostly like construction business things until she heard a loud chuckle. 

"Oh, she's doing well. I'm going to do some training today. She doesn't know about it yet. I hope I can take it out there in the barn today. Will do! Catch you later."

Training? What on earth was his idea of training? Was he schooled in the ways of that sadistic Dr. Lee? She quietly returned to the breakfast that was about ready to become overcooked. She turned the heat down as low as possible. Her mind was in overdrive thinking about options and what was going to happen to her. Who was on the other end of the phone? She didn't think that he wanted anyone to know about her presence here on his ranch. Linda heard the den door open and he stepped out with his cell phone still in his hand. She made herself busy behind the refrigerator door. So he wasn't using a land line. She wondered whether she might get the opportunity to get ahold of his phone. She'd call her mother first, just to let her know that she was alive and being held somewhere in the desert; by some construction mogul whose name was maybe Ben. That would get things moving anyhow.

"Is that coffee ready?" he asked as he walked into the kitchen.

"Yes, Sir, I have it hot and ready to pour into your favorite mug on the counter."

He poured the coffee without noticing her and returned to the den and closed the door. Linda had to admit that the information that she had gathered about today sounded a little scary. She tried to take her mind off of the possibilities by putting some extra creativity into the egg dish that she was making for him. Her mind was very imaginative and she quickly got to scenarios that scared her to death. She had to keep reminding herself that Ben had been gentle with her most of the time. Besides, he seemed to have a crush on her. The thought made her smile because it was so funny. Maybe she should use her charms to disarm him before something bad happened. How kinky could he be and what was his pleasure?

She had to slow the baking of some biscuits down a bit as he was still working past an hour. 

"Sir?" she knocked on the door, stretching as far as the tether would allow with her leg off the floor. "Sir, breakfast is ready."

He finally appeared after another fifteen minutes, "Please do not disturb me again when I am busy in my den," he admonished her. 

"Sorry, Sir. I didn't want your breakfast to burn."

"I appreciate your concern but business must always come first. Retirement? What ever happened to that life of leisure?"

He put his phone away in his right pants pocket and followed her out to the kitchen for breakfast. They ate the dish that she prepared along with some biscuits, coffee and orange juice.

"Go get a bottle of water from the refrigerator and drink it down now," he told her which seemed odd to her at the time since she had just finished her coffee.

She walked over to the refrigerator and took one to the many bottles of water that were stored there. She untwisted the cap and chugged it down as ordered.

"That made me feel really full," she commented.

"You'll be glad to have the hydration after you spend some time out in the heat today," he answered wryly. "I've got a different outfit that I want you to wear today."

He walked over to his den and came back with another shopping bag which he tossed at her feet. She picked it up and looked inside. There were two pieces of black cotton fabric - a thin top that barely came down enough to cover her breasts and a matching thin pair of panties. These panties didn't have clasps on both sides like the thong so he'd have to release her foot before she could out them on.

"I'll unhook your line so you can slip into your panties."

He pulled his keys from his left pocket and unlocked her ankle shackle. She removed the open lock and unwound the annoying anklet. She slipped the top and panties on then stood waiting for more direction. He tossed her the pair of flip-flops that she wore before. She was amazed at her own reflexes and how well she was able to catch them.

"Put these on too. The ground gets too hot to touch later on. Clean up this kitchen and I'll be right back. We'll be going out in the heat today. It's a good thing we got that little rainstorm this morning; it cooled things off a bit. Of course that means more humidity so prepare to roast."

What was he up to? He certainly didn't offer much information but overall it didn't sound like good news. Hydration and heat didn't sound like a nice day. Was he going to put her to work or was he still in a kinky mood? She took a deep breath and tried to build her resolve to persevere through whatever he was going to throw at her. She was also thinking about what she might learn when he took her outside. He had both things that she needed in his pockets. She'd have to watch for any possibility to get ahold of the keys and/or phone. Weapons - was there anything around the ranch compound that could help her to get the upper hand and escape? She preferred to get a complete plan together but one never knew when the opportunity might be right to just go for it. She also realized that she had zero training in fighting so whatever weapon she planned to use would have to be something that could take him, out in one surprise hit.

"We have one more thing to do to you yet before we leave the comfort of the air conditioning," he said nonchalantly. He lifted a plain brown box from beneath the coffee table and sat it on the kitchen counter. "Come sit down here at the table and I'll put these on you."

Linda had no idea what he was talking about but walked over to the chair where she sat before, pulled it out and sat down. He joined her at the head of the table with the mysterious box in his left arm.

"Pull your chair in and place your hands and forearms on the table toward me," he said as he began pulling something out of the box.

Her eyes opened wide when she saw the contraption. It had leather and buckles and handles and a metal ring all tangled together. He opened it and she could see that it had two leather cuffs with buckled enclosures. The cuffs were held together with a length of stout chain that also held the sturdy steel loop. It looked like the cuffs could be separated by unhooking a clasp between them. At the ends of the two cuffs were two bars extended by more leather that looked to be handles for her hands. The leather smell filled the room.

"These are suspension cuffs, Linda," he said as he arranged them on the table. "Place your wrists into the cuffs, grab the handles and I will get you all buckled in. These are far gentler and cause less marking on your wrists than plain rope. They're also impossible to get out of once you're hung on them."

That word "hung" was not a nice word to hear. She lifted her arms and placed her wrists into the cradles that held the buckles and mating straps. He took one of the straps and buckled it tightly around her right wrist. There were a total of two wide straps for each wrist which he fastened in turn. She could feel that the cuffs were quite heavy and well made with double and triple stitching. By the name, she judged that she was about to be suspended by her wrists. They felt very confining just sitting there at the table. She worried about what he intended to do to her once she was hanging helplessly and shivered at the thoughts that came to mind.

"Okay, let's go he said as soon as he finished binding her wrists. "One more thing then we'll be ready to go."

He walked away to get something from a drawer in the kitchen. She watched as he returned and held out a big dog's choke collar and leash in front of her. Without saying anything he slipped it over her head and removed the slack by pulling on the attached leash. He fiddled with the chain around her neck to make sure it rested free of the tracking collar that was already permanently in place. The smooth, fine chain felt warm from wherever he had retrieved it; probably outside.

"We're going out to the barn first," he said. "After you stand I want you to walk to my left and keep up with me. The traditional heel position for dogs. I'll go through the door first then I want you to come up and keep the leash taut. Stay about two feet from me and I will control the tension. I don't intend to tighten it unless you didn't follow as ordered. I'll give you a quick jerk if I want you to come closer."

Linda said nothing as she listened intently to the instructions. She watched him so she could move as soon as he started toward the door. She followed him outside and moved up into position as instructed. They walked along on the pavement which had already dried from the brief rain earlier that morning. The air felt heavy. She nervously waited with anticipation for what was to come once they got to the barn. She was able to remain in position until they reached the barn door. He tugged on the leash, signaling her to stop. Ben slid the heavy door open and tugged on her leash to indicate that she needed to follow. It was much hotter inside than out. It was also easier to see in the barn this time because the sky was still overcast so her eyes adjusted quickly. The first thing that caught her eye was the pair of ATV's parked just inside the doors, off to one side. She paused too long looking to see whether he kept the keys in them.

"What I intend to do today, Linda, is to assess your tolerance to pain and where your most sensitive areas are located. I will also try to find where you seem to derive the most pleasure. We may have to repeat some of the tests again later because there can be an accumulative effect. For example, once I get you aroused you might find pain to be pleasant whereas if just exposed to that same pain directly, you might find it uncomfortable or worse. Today's heat is also an added stimulus. Try not to let the heat beat you; you can do better than that. A slave has to be tough to survive."

He led her to the center of an area that looked like it was for working on cars and other equipment. It had a lift built into the floor with ramps on both sides. Standing between the two ramps she heard the whine of an electric motor overhead. She looked up and saw the hook and cable of a hoist coming down toward her. There were many parts to the crane that looked very heavy with a large hook attached to a thick cable that fed into a yellow case that rested on a yellow I-beam. He had the remote control in his left hand as he picked up her two bound wrists and lifted them over her head.

"Hold your arms up over your head as far as you can," he said as the crane stopped.

He lifted her arms up a little more and then clipped the steel ring from the cuffs into the hook on the crane. It made a resounding clicking noise as the latch closed on the hook to retain the cuffs. Linda held her breath in anticipation as he looked intently at her then pressed the button on the remote. Her arms drew taut then her feet lifted off the floor. He stood behind her and pushed against the back of her head, tilting it forward to clear her tightening arms. Her arms now pulled closer together straining her shoulders and pressing against the back of her head. He then proceeded to lift her another few inches which shook her body hard from the quick start and stop of the lift. She looked down to watch as he lifted her feet about half a foot off the floor. She swayed slowly back and forth from the abrupt stop. She also started to rotate slowly on the swivel on top of the hook. Her instinct was to point her toes toward the floor to check whether she could still touch it as she was lifting off. Between the swinging of her legs and the pointing her right flip-flop fell off. The floor was still out of reach for her toes.

Ben noticed her looking down and swinging her legs. He noticed her lost footwear but disregarded it. He picked up an old beach towel that he used to dry off his equipment after washing it and unfolded the brightly-colored towel. He folded it over lengthwise and wrapped it around Linda's waist. He pulled to start her swinging then changed the motion to making her swing in a circle. He raised the hoist a little more to make sure her feet cleared the ramps on both sides. Linda swirled helplessly from the hook, anxious and afraid of what he was going to do next. There were so many tools and things around the barn. Sweat ran down her forehead and stung her eyes. She blinked in an attempt to clear them but to no avail. He saw her trouble and took a corner of the towel. He wiped her face and made sure her eyes were okay.

"You better try to relax, Linda. We're just getting started and you're starting to melt," he said facetiously. 

The way the large towel clung to her back kept her facing him as he kept her moving. It took very little effort to swing her as she hung from the swivel. After playing with her long enough he let go of one end of the towel. Ben pulled the towel by the other end and slid it around her torso and off her body. As the twirling motion slowed he reached out and grabbed her panties with both hands around the waistband. With one quick snap of his hands he snapped them down her legs. He removed them all together from her feet and pulled off the remaining flip-flop at the same time for maximum effect. He stood up then grabbed her top in the same way and ripped it roughly with a jerking motion. The fabric made a quick tearing sound as it easily came off. He left her dangling as her body swung and rotated around freely on the ball swivel. He walked away without a word and continued until he had left her alone. He returned back shortly but she didn't notice at first because her body was facing away from him.

A sharp sensation down her back made her jerk with surprise. He laughed at her reaction. He had returned with the branches of some rosebushes. He ran them down her back again as she slowly revolved around to face him. Her sweat made the tiniest of scratches sting. Just as he swept them down her arm and side and grazing her breast she saw the bright yellow flowers out of the corner of her eye. There were perhaps half a dozen rose stems. He didn't say anything as he took the bunch of flowers and brought them to her nose so she could smell them.

"Ever wonder how something so beautiful to smell and behold could carry such nasty thorns?" he asked rhetorically. "I grow these in the yard. I picked yellow because they're way less formal than red."

He took the flowers by the end farthest from the flowering heads and brushed the stems across her belly. She shuddered at the feel of the sharp thorns as they scratched her belly. She looked down but didn't see any real damage; just the feel of the very sharp barbs and the sting of her own sweat. He ran them across her breasts causing her to stop breathing to hold her chest as still as possible. When he turned the roses upside down with the flowers at the bottom she was glad that her body was still turning slowly. He waited for her to come around again then slowly drew the thorny stems up between her legs. She froze in anticipation as each thorn touched her inner thighs or pussy before leaving its path of scratches. Linda trembled at the awareness of the sharpness on the lips of her cunt. The thorns tugged on her pubic hair as he held them in contact with her all the way to the bottoms of her breasts. She could smell the fragrant flowers and felt the petals drifting down over her legs and feet.

He picked up the towel again and laid the flowers aside as he prepared to swing her again. He wrapped her in the towel as before then started pulling and retreating to start the movement. Once he the swirling motion starter he held the towel in his left hand and picked up the flowers with his right. He swatted her across her bottom, back and thighs as he kept her moving helplessly. The flowers erupted unto small, yellow clouds of petals. Even though the rose thorns were sharp, they didn't seem to cause any serious damage that resulted in bleeding. She quivered and tried to make herself as small as possible to get away from the sharp thorns. When he was done, he released one end of the towel and slid it away from her body, leaving her to dangle, still swinging and rotating. She watched as he went to his chest of devices and pulled out a few items that looked foreign to her.

He returned and set the devices aside on a clean white mat, off the side. He held his hands onto her sides to stop the movement, and then lowered her until her toes and front of her feet were set on the floor to stop the motion. 

"I have a gag ready if we need it but I'd like to get a reading on your tolerance to pain first," he said calmly. "Damn it's hot," he exclaimed and removed his shirt.




Broken Ch. 07



She felt panic as she hung helplessly in front of him. More sweat formed on her forehead from the heat and added stress. She could feel streams of sweat running down her arms over her pits and down her side. It entered her eyes but n relief came. Her body ached and her arms were tingling like many needles being stuck in them. He softly touched her right breast, circling her nipple and seducing it to make them hard. He sucked on each in turn in order to make them as erect as possible. He picked up something and brought it to her chest. She glanced down just in time to see the clamp being placed onto her right nipple. He squeezed one end to open the clamp then pushed the tip around her hardened nipple. When he released the jaw-like device it latched onto the base of her nipple, capturing part of her areola under the metal head. He pulled on the chain to make sure it was secure. The added tension made the metal device close tighter around her nipple, biting in sharply as it clamped her tender bud. Her breast stretched under the strain. The pain radiated through her entire breast and seemed to travel all the way down to her toes. She grimaced and fought back a scream. Her eyes watered as he watched her reaction. She had tried a clothespin on her own once. This hurt a lot more.

"That's brave of you, Linda. I really was expecting a much louder reaction from you. Now for the left side."

She hung like a dishrag as her body had grown limp from hanging in the heat. She barely had the strength to hold her head up. She had noticed a delicate golden chain that connected two clamps together when he teased her left nipple and clamped it as well. He tugged on the chain once again to make sure they were both firmly attached to his satisfaction. Her chest throbbed as she fought back the tears. He set an egg timer to somewhere around ten minutes.

"We don't want to leave these on too long he explained. After ten to fifteen minutes, the lack of blood flow can cause real damage to your nipples. I do want to protect my investment."

He took a few other devices from the white cloth. He knelt in front of her, surveying and probing her vagina. She could feel him tugging on her labia and parting her vagina. Suddenly she felt the sting and sharp pain of a clamp as he placed one on her left side followed by another clamp on her right lip. He stretched her labia with the clamp, making sure it was secure. She could feel the tension when he hooked small weights onto each of the clamps in turn. He stood to look her in the face.

"We can leave these clamps on for more time without permanent damage he remarked. "Sometimes they are used for long periods of time over several weeks to enlarge a woman's labia minora if it isn't defined well enough. Yours look pretty normal but I've read that this can heighten your sexual repose if we stretch you a bit. It's also supposed to help you have an ejaculation. Have you ever experienced one?"

"No, Sir," she replied, still grimacing.

"It's one of my intentions to someday bring a woman to ejaculate. Maybe we can experience the first one together."

He picked up a vibrator from his tool kit and turned it on. He crouched down and applied it directly to her clitoris. Ben gently spread her hood to make direct contact with the vibrating head. He moved it around, eliciting a small gasp from her when he started to pleasure her. He worked the head of the device deftly, making her wet in response to his masturbating her. 

"How does the pain feel now?" he asked. "Is it blending into the pleasure or does it just hurt?"

She wasn't quite sure. Her nipples still stung and were making her body ache. The clamps and weights on her labia were never as painful and the weighted clamps did seem to resonate together with the vibration on her clit. 

"Some good but my tits really ache, Sir," she replied. "Also, my arms are numb."

He stood facing her and started to run the vibrator around her breasts. He used his other hand to gently massage her right side as he ran the vibrator o the left. The massaging motion and vibration helped ease the pain of the clamps but her nipples were throbbing with her heartbeat while at the same time becoming numb from the tight and confining clamps. The bell rang on the timer. He turned the vibrator off and set it down. He carefully released the clamp from her right side. The inrushing blood supply sent a sharp pain through her entire body. She let out a scream for a moment as she turned her body as much as she could. He removed the clamp from the other side. This time she was expecting the sharp pain and was able to control her response. He ran the palms of his hands over both nipples, just barely grazing the tips. Her entire body shuddered from the experience. She could now feel the soreness becoming more intense between her legs. She fidgeted but movement was a struggle. Linda felt the weights shifting around on her stretched lips. He removed the clamps from her labia without as much pain as she felt in her nipples. She tensed her pubic muscles and pressed her vulva outward seeking relief. She wondered how swollen she had become.

"One more test for you then we'll move you into my new room that's nearly completed," he announced.

Ben walked behind her so she wasn't sure what was to come next. Without warning, she heard a whoosh then felt a sudden slap to both butt cheeks at the same time. The sound was startling but then she felt the sharp stinging sensation of the pain on her silken skin. She screamed more at the surprise than the smack of the flogger. 

"Let's try that again," he said. "I'd hate to have to gag you for a couple more licks with the flogger. Are you feeling the pleasure of the pain or does it just hurt?"

"No pleasure yet, Sir," she moaned. "Much stinging."

He slapped her twice more. Each time she lifted her left leg then quickly put it back down for fear of more punishment. Her flip-flop darted across the room as she kicked up her left foot. Thankfully he limited the flogging to just three strokes. She could also tell that he backed off after the first. Was that compassion?

"There, you have a couple of nice red stripes. I'm going to have to put that back on your foot because there might be sharp things on the shop floor."

He set it aside for the time being. At first it felt good to her when he ran the palm of his hand lightly over her bare bottom, but when he touched the reddened areas she flinched at his touch. He rubbed her more to make her squirm. She was sweating profusely and his hand glided over her wet skin. He gave her a little slap on her wetted cheek. The moisture created an exaggerated whacking sound.

"That wetness could really make a spanking sting," he commented. "Not that you deserve one by any means."

He lowered the hoist to place her feet firmly on the floor. She positioned her feet to re-establish her balance, with one bare foot. The motor whirred as he kept lowering the device until her hands were at chest level. He released the large hook that was latched to the loops in her cuffs and let her arms drop to her thighs. 

"You should start to get the feeling back in a few minutes, Linda. "You look really hot and I don't mean that in a physically attractive way.

He tapped her flip-flop against her shin. 

"Lift up your foot so I can replace this," he ordered. 

He placed it back under her foot.

"Now, let me get you some ice cold water."

He went over to the refrigerator and brought over two bottles of cold water. He held one between his elbow and body while he opened the other. He held it to her mouth and slowly tipped it so she could drink. He slowly tipped the bottle so she was able to finish it. He took the other bottle and polished it off himself.

"Man it IS hot in here," he repeated. "We're going to need to go for a swim later. In the meantime however, we have more tolerance testing to do. When I give the word, follow me to the back room."

He placed the choker collar back around her neck and made sure everything was in order. She was too spent to fight.

"Okay, let's go," he ordered as he tugged on the choker collar.

He led her toward the back of the building where she stopped and stood in front of one of the rooms. Her arms hung down with the suspension cuffs still binding her wrists together. She found herself preoccupied looking at all of his things that were stored in the barn. There were large wrenches and metal poles that looked like they could be dangerous weapons if used properly. She even spotted some gardening tools like shovels and rakes that could hold someone at bay, at least for a while. He handed her the leash so he could get out his keys and unlock the door.

"Here, hold this for a couple of seconds while I get things ready. Just wait here," he ordered as he left her standing alone. 

"Was he getting soft in the heat too?" she thought as she held her own leash.

He unlocked the deadbolt on the door, and then entered alone. The weight of the suspension cuffs was noticeable as she let her arms hang in front of her, the leash in her right hand. Her shoulders ached from the suspension and now the load hanging down. She played with the dog collar and noticed how easily it tightened around her neck with the slightest tension on the leash. At least the metal links were fine and smooth. She doubted that she could make it to the door of the barn right then before he'd grab her. No need to provoke him with an ill-conceived escape attempt. There was no telling what the punishment might be for that.

She saw the room light up but she couldn't see anything else because of the angle at which she faced the doorway. She looked over at the ATV's. She figured that it would be difficult at best to operate one with her hands bound together. No keys were visible and she had no experience operating one anyway. If only she had a friend to whisk her away. She heard something metallic being scraped across the concrete floor. When he returned a few minutes later, he walked directly around behind her back and placed a doubled over black cloth around her head, covering her eyes. The cloth felt very soft and thick on her face and eyelids. It immediately soaked up the sweat on her face but made her feel even hotter. She couldn't see anything, not even cracks of light at the edges. Her perspiration acted like glue, bonding the fabric to her face.

She stood silently as goose bumps formed all over her body from her fear and nervousness, despite the heat. Once blindfolded, she became more aware of every sound and scent nearby. She waited and waited for him to touch her. She strained to hear where he was but everything was very silent. It seemed like ten minutes passed before it came. His footsteps could be heard, and then she still lurched when he finally took her upper right arm with both of his hands. He kept his left hand around her right arm as he took the leash in his right. 

"Come this way my darling slave," he instructed as he led her by the collar and her upper arm. 

She was a little disoriented but surmised that they were entering that room. He slowed, turned her a little to the left then brought her to a halt. 

"Okay my dear," he instructed. "Turn to your right just a little.

She slowly pivoted in place until he said, "Stop there."

"I'm going to need your feet bare. Kick off the flip-flops where you stand and I will take them."

She dropped them from her feet in front of where she stood. She could feel the warm, smooth concrete on the soles of her feet.

"Now shuffle with small steps slowly backward until you feel a metal bar against your legs, just above your heels. Be careful not to trip. Step over that bar then keep moving back.

She slowly backed up until she felt the metal bars as he had described. She lifted her right foot and felt for the bar with her toes as she stepped her foot back and over the bar. She did the same with her left foot. 

"You are going to feel some bars against your heels again. I want you to step up onto them and place your arches onto the bars. Be careful. They might be a bit wobbly. Once you are firmly balanced in place, lean back until you feel the woven platform against your back. You will also feel metal against the calves of your legs."

She found the second set of bars right away. She carefully stepped onto one then the other. As she stepped up onto those bars she felt her butt come up against something semi-solid, like a woven deck chair fabric. She lay back as he said. She could also feel the flat surface behind her against her shoulders and her head when she settled back. The flat part also felt similar to a lounge chair.

"Okay, you're right in place. Just remain still while I secure you."

She leaned back and waited. Once again she was surprised when she felt something like a nylon strap being wrapped around her left ankle and the metal frame that held the meshed fabric. A click indicated that the strap was secure. He pulled on the loose end, cinching it around her leg quite tightly. He strapped her right leg. This time he scooted her over to the right, spreading her legs a little more. He loosened the choker collar and lifted it off over her head.

"You won't need the collar for now. Man, it's hot in here," he exclaimed again. "I've got to get that air conditioning installed in here."

She got the impression that he didn't spend a lot of time out in the heat in the summertime. He went out to the refrigerator and got two bottle of cold water. Opening the first he drank it down with a loud gulping sound followed by an exaggerated sigh of relief. She could hear the refrigerator door and him drinking so she thought that it would be good to have some more water too. He then opened the second bottle and brought it up to her mouth. He let her feel it against her lips but then began to pour it on her mouth, watching as it trickled down her chin onto her chest before running between her tits and over her belly. She was able to get a little bit into her mouth but barely enough to wet her tongue. That sadistic ass!

"Feel better, luv?" he teased her with a quick laugh.

He ran his fingers down her chest in between her breasts following the trail of the water and enjoying her naked body. The water continued to drip from between her legs and onto the floor, she assumed. Without warning the table to which her ankles were bound tilted back. It locked in place when it lay in the horizontal position.

"You do feel cooler luv. I'm just going to tilt you back now on my inversion table. I'll bring you to level first."

He grabbed one side of the metal bars that were formed in the shape of hoops, nearly three feet in diameter on each side of the table. He began to rotate the inversion table and her legs rose up while her head rotated downward. A latch held the table nearly level. He took her hands by the cuffs and swung them up and over her head, resting them against the top bar of the table. He secured them just enough so she couldn't lift them off the table.

"I'll just get your arms out of the way for now," he explained.

He gazed at her lying helplessly on his table once again. He ran his hands over her breasts and mound, making her tremble with anticipation and a sense of arousal. He remembered their first foray into labia stretching and moved closer to examine her vagina. He ran his fingers over her lips then pinched them before stretching them outward. 

"No signs of damage from the clamps Linda. You have a magnificent vagina. I just wanted to see if I could even things out just a tad. We'll have to do a lot more stretching to make a permanent change. We shall see how it goes. You'll need to lie still for hours every day to make much difference. If it makes you more sensitive it would be worth it though."

Sensing her natural response to his touching, he lingered at her vaginal opening, running his fingers deeply inside to find and stroke her g-spot. He continued exploring her creases and folds as he tugged on her lips. Linda enjoyed his tender touch and just remained still as he played with her.

"Did you know that people use these things to stretch their backs?" he asked not expecting a reply to the question. "Let's see what we can do with you hanging upside down, shall we?"

He unlatched the table and spun the rotator bars until she was hanging from her ankles. Her hands dragged on the floor as she reached the totally upside down position. Hanging from her ankles didn't really feel any better than hanging from her wrists. She had no idea what he had in store for her now. Her pussy twitched when he started playing with her genitalia again. It seemed like the tension in her legs pulled everything tauter than before. She felt a soothing crème of some sort as he starting applying a thick substance that felt to have the consistency of a gel. The tingle caught her by surprise as her sensitive area suddenly felt a sensation of tingling and a burning similar to mouthwash in one's mouth. He shuddered as she hung helplessly. He continued to massage and stroke her crease. The overall effect was actually very erotic and pleasant she realized after her initial fear had dissipated. 

A different kind of buzzing could suddenly be heard. It reminded her of a vibrator but this louder than the other one he had used. She felt his fingers in her slit as he spread her lips apart. She lurched then shuddered as he inserted a relatively small device with a squared-off head deep into her vagina. He felt for her g-spot with his finger then presses the new vibrator against her highly sensitive area. He pressed it against her pubic bone as he ran it in small circles over her most erogenous area. She trembled as she felt her body tensing, unable to relax. The sensation was difficult to describe as to whether it was pleasurable or torture. He held the rubbery head against her bud while he slowly fondled her clit. Her reaction came swiftly. She suddenly felt her body begin to reach orgasm while at the same time she felt the strange sensation that she was going to pee. 

"Just let it go, Linda. Don't hold back or worry about what happens. Just release it all," he said softy as he sensed her state of arousal.

She finally found it within her ability to relax when everything erupted at once. She felt an intense orgasm followed by a sudden burst of spray that erupted from within her vagina. She could feel the moisture as it released into the air then drifted down over her body. Another wave came over her and she came twice more. Ben withdrew the stimulator as he watched her shaking and trembling from the intense release.

"We did it baby!" he exclaimed with as much joy as she felt. I wasn't expecting results so soon. How do you feel?"

"That was incredible," she said quietly, still enjoying the afterglow.

Her body as sweating profusely. She had spent so much energy that every part of her body was near exhaustion and overheating.

"I think we better get you into the pool to cool off. I'll get you some water." He said as he turned the inversion table back up to level. 

He unfastened the buckles on the suspension cuffs and slowly mover her arms back to her sides. He removed the blindfold before lowering the table so her feet were near the floor again. He slipped the metal chain dog collar back over her head and positioned it above the tracker collar.

I'll unfasten your feet then I'll lead you back to the pool. Here's a bottle of water for you to drink in the meantime. We can't have you stroking out on me."

He handed the flip-flops back to her for the walk back out of the barn and across the courtyard.

"Are you hungry?" he asked.

"A little," she replied.

"Great, I'll bring you in the air-conditioned house to make us some lunch for us after we take a dip in the pool. You're going to have to get some work done, Linda. We can't play all day. "




Broken Ch. 07



Linda was thinking more along the lines of sipping iced tea in the pool. I need to get away from here, she thought to herself. Although the sex was getting pretty interesting. What would he do to her next? Besides, formalizing her plan and wintertime were a ways off. Was that his cell phone hanging half way out of his pocket?

*****

 A special thanks to those people who keep me encouraged to write. Thanks to everyone for reading. As always, feedback is important and encouraged.



Broken Ch. 08



Monday night blurred into Tuesday morning. Madi awoke with a sore back and groaned quietly. She might have complained if it weren't due to her and Dimitri squeezing onto the couch together. He looked so calm when he slept, his lips curled into a gentle smile as he held her with eyes closed, she couldn't resist brushing her lips over his cheek before carefully and quietly extracting herself from his grip. It had been almost two days since she had showered and she could feel the stink on her skin. Sleeping next to Dimitri had been wonderful, but a bit warm. Sweat made the tank top beneath her sweatshirt stick to her skin. 

She padded away from him, careful with her weight as not to make the floorboards creak. Dimitri had done a bit of cleaning last night. At least gotten rid of all the trash and such, and cleaned up most of the blood. In truth, overall he had done nothing but treat her perfectly. Leave it to her to find prince charming after being... being... she couldn't even bring herself to think of it. She swallowed heavily, shoving it all down into that spot somewhere behind her abdomen where all this bullshit sat. 

Only after she was certain the bathroom door was locked did she shrug off her sweatshirt and wriggle out of her sweatpants. Pressing her back to the wall, Madi could see as low as her belly button. She looked awful, her eye was black and swollen shut, her lip puffy and scabbed over. Bruises in the shape of fingertips marred her milky breasts, bigger, darker bruises dotting her rib cage. She looked like something out of some TV cop drama, it was enough to make her sick to her stomach.

Fingers moved to free her curls from their bun before she stepped into the spray, closing her eyes and listening to the rhythm of water against tile. Tears flowed easily, she made no attempt to stop them, she was giving in. The walls were crumbling and she had nothing left to cling on to. All she had worked to hide was bubbling over, it was all she could do not to scream, she couldn't wake him. SHe let herself sink to the floor beneath the shower's spray, crying quietly.

Dimitri awoke disoriented. Eyes grazed his surroundings before he remembered where he was. A smile played across his lips as thoughts of Madi crossed his mind, he could still feel the pressure of her mouth on his. MADI! Where had she gone? He moved to his feet, walking to the back of the house, her bed was empty. He swallowed hard, there was no need to panic. She could just be in the bathroom, or have run down to check the mail. Knuckles gently tapped against the wood of the door of the bathroom. "Madi?" He was relieved to hear her voice come back through the door.

"Oh, sorry, I'll be right out." 

"Don't worry about it, hun. I was just making sure you hadn't disappeared on me." She felt the heat in her cheeks, a blush spreading over her face. "Don't rush, I'll be in the living room." He yawned and stretched making his way to lie back down on the couch. Madi reappeared a while later in a tank top and a fresh pair of sweatpants. Wet curls were quickly soaking the tank top.

"Hey" she wiggled her fingers in a half wave, stopping to lean against the door jam. He scrambled into a sitting position, clearing room for her beside him. She giggled, quickly plopping down beside him and biting her lower lip.

"Madi?" His eyes were serious and concerned. She felt her pulse beginning to pound. He was going to ask, she could feel it. He was going to sit and listen and then leave without a second thought about her. She wasn't sure which half was harder, trying to answer or watching him leave. Tears were burning the backs of her eyes, a lump in her throat making her breath catch. She waited, fidgeting with the drawstring of her sweatpants. "Madi," he leaned forward, brushing his lips against hers. She forced herself to kiss back, he couldn't know how badly the thought of him leaving hurt. They were just friends who had kissed, that was all. "If you ever need someone to listen, about anything, call me first." He kissed her again. "If you ever just need someone to stay over because you don't wanna be alone, call me first." He kissed her again, a hand moving to brush against her cheek. It was about all she could take, the tears flowing from her eyes. "What's wrong, Madi?" She was trying so hard to avoid his eyes.

She sniffled, rubbing at her eyes and nose. "You should leave." She stood, walking to the back of the house, waiting to hear the door slam behind him. Instead there were footsteps coming in her direction. A hand on her shoulder made her nearly jump out of her skin.

"I didn't mean to scare you, but I'm not leaving unless I have a good reason." He leaned to kiss her cheek, tasting the salty wetness of tears. "What's wrong?"

"What's wrong?!?!? My psychotic ex boyfriend is back in town he threatened to fucking kill me WHILE he fucking raped me and I'm supposed to just fucking be okay? And now all of a sudden you're interested? What the fuck is wrong with you? You think beat up looking bitches are hot or something?" Madi was irate, she was exploding, and then she was sobbing. She could barely breathe or move, she had let it slide, the truth had bubbled out of her and there was no taking it back. She felt sick, she felt dizzy, she wanted to hide. She cried and tried to stumble back away from him.

Dimitri just stood and glared, jaw clenched tightly. Her ex boyfriend had done this? He could feel the blood in his veins throbbing in their angry heat. Madi didn't deserve his anger though, he moved to wrap his arms around her. She slapped him away as she cried, finally submitting and sobbing into his shoulder as her knees went weak, her weight sinking towards the floor and taking Dimitri with her.

"Shhhh..... it's okay, baby. He'll NEVER touch you again. I promise." He was rocking her, his voice an even-keeled whisper. A hand stroked her hair as he kissed her temple. She shook as she cried, clinging to him.

"I'm sorry. I don't usually cry. I'm usually better than this. I'm really not this much effort, I can be good." The words were those of a desperate child, a chill ran up his spine as he gripped her tighter. "Shhh... you are good. You're great. Come on, you'll be okay." It seemed there was no stopping up the dam now, she had released the deluge and he had no choice but to hold her and hope she might smile again sometime soon. 

It seemed like hours crawled by as they sat in that backroom, Madi sobbing and mumbling incoherently. Finally he convinced her to call the police and file a proper report. The officers were careful with their words, and at least seemed concerned. Dimitri swallowed hard as he was forced to listen to what Madi could remember. He wished he had said no when she had asked him to stay with her while she spoke with the officers. No, he was glad he was here, holding her hand. By the end of things, she seemed drained. "Are you okay?" His voice was soft as he pulled her closer on the couch, her head instinctively falling to lie on his shoulder.

"I'm tired. And my back hurts." The words were mumbled, as though she were barely aware of what she was saying. He chuckled, standing slowly as he bent to press his lips to her cheek. He ruffled her hair as she lay down, moving to kiss her forehead.

"I'll be back in a few." Madi watched him disappear into the bathroom, and listened to the rushing water. A shower, of course, he hadn't taken one yet today. She sighed contently, curling up with a pillow and closing her eyes. She was surprised when he returned, still fully dressed. He pressed his lips to her temple, whispering beside her ear, "are you still awake?" She half-opened her eyes, looking up to him as she nodded. He had never seen her so sexy, heavy-lidded eyes made him hungry to taste her lips. "Good, come on." He tugged on her sweatpants gently, forcing her onto her feet and towards the back of the house. She was surprised to see a tub full of bubbles and a few of her favorite scented candles lit in the room. "With the bubbles, you can be in the tub and I can still rub your back without being a pervert."

She giggled, and blushed. "Dimitri, I was just whining you don't have to—"

"Didn't we make a promise about nonsense? Get in the tub." With that he walked out of the bathroom, closing the door behind him so she could change. It was a few moments before he heard her muffled voice. He re-entered. His gut tightened as he saw the pile of clothes on the bathroom floor, he swallowed hard, kneeling beside the tub. "Turn your back to me, let me rub it." She blushed but turned obediently. Her skin shone with wetness, trails of suds clinging to the whiteness of her flesh, it would have been perfect had there not been a large purple bruise beside her spine half way down. Hands moved to her shoulders, massaging tense muscles. "If you're too sore anywhere... let me know" She simply nodded, a small groan pushing past her lips as she let her chin fall to her chest. Lips pressed to the back of her neck as he rubbed more firmly.

"Thank you, Dimitri." Her voice was quiet, her muscles relaxing against the movement of his fingers. Teeth moved to tug at her earlobe. The sigh she released made it impossible to stop, teeth moving to her neck to alternate between licking, sucking, kissing, and biting. He wasn't sure which was a better reward, the occasional moan or the way he could see her rib cage expand and collapse as her breathing became heavier.

"Stop with the thank you's, Madi, we already had this conversation." She giggled, It was a pleasant surprise, how kind Dimitri was being. Well, not his kindness so much as the interest it surrounded. She wasn't so sure about the massage anymore though, it was starting to make her sleepy.

"You're making me all sleepy." She still leaned into his hands, she wanted to pull him into the tub with her, to just lay in the water with him, but fear kept her hands at bay.

"You want me to stop?" He grinned, moving his hand along her spine, letting his fingers move beneath the water.

"No... but yes. I'm gunna pass out." She laughed and he nodded, kissing her cheek one last time before disappearing from the bathroom. She drained the tub and wrapped herself in a towel, carrying her laundry with her. Teeth sunk into her lip as she thought of him sitting in the other room. It was a few minutes before she was looking at him again, her body wrapped up in a matching tank top and boyshorts, hands shyly trying to cover the rough patches of stitches on the outside of her left leg. It made a smile spread across Dimitri's face as he held out an arm, beckoning her closer. She sat beside him on the couch, curling up with him beneath the blanket to watch a movie. 



Broken Ch. 08



Ben brought her to the pool and helped her climb down into the shallow end. The water in the pool was luke-warm as usual in the middle of summer but it still felt refreshing. She could feel the strain in her muscles beginning to grow stiff as she recovered from the earlier activities. Hanging her entire body weight from her wrists made her arms and shoulders ache. She flexed them as much as she could in an effort to work out the knots. He allowed her to rest on a ledge that made a nice seat in the water. He seemed pre-occupied talking on his phone, appearing agitated at times. He sat at a table in the shade and stewed after he finished talking on the phone. 

"Feeling refreshed?" he asked.

"Yes, Sir I am," she replied, "But it's going to take some time to recover. Maybe a massage would help."

He came up to her from behind and started to rub and massage her shoulders. She relaxed and enjoyed his touch. He continued making circles on her shoulder blades and down her arms. She felt a twinge of arousal as he brushed across her breasts, not so accidentally.

"Glad to hear that you're on the mend and getting your sense of humor back. Let's go inside and you can get busy in the kitchen. The refrigerator and pantry are still full of food. See what you can make in the next half hour. I have to do some work from my den so 'll comes out when I'm finished."

Linda was still just wrapped in a beach towel when she went into house with him. Her vagina still resonated from the intense stimulation and she wanted more. Moving with the plush towel over her groin stimulated her as she walked.

"I have something new for you to wear. It's something that I picked up for you last time I went out. I bought it on-line of course to get exactly what I wanted in your size. Stay here and I'll be right back."

The air-conditioned air felt too cold and her skin was covered with goose bumps. She felt her nipples hardening as she readjusted the towel. He returned from the other room carrying another shopping bag. '

"Here, put this on," he directed as he handed the bag to her.

She opened it and saw a brightly colored sun dress inside. The base color was a lime green with large multi-colored flowers. She laid down the towel and slipped into the dress. It fit perfectly and the silky fabric felt good on her skin. She could tell that it was an expensive dress by the way it was constructed. He took hold of the zipper and ran it up to close it for her.

"Thank you Sir," she said with a smile. "It's beautiful and fits so perfectly too."

"You look even better than I expected in that dress," he replied with a pleased look on his face. "...and I know that you're not wearing any underwear underneath too. How does it feel to be naughty?"

He went over to get the end of her tether and pulled it over to her left foot. Without anything being said, she felt him take hold of her ankle and pull it as he locked it around her limb as usual. He could see her bare, slinky legs where they ascended up into the dress. He took the opportunity to run his fingers lightly up her outstretched left leg until he reached her bare pussy. Ben played with her genitalia as Linda stood motionless and held her breath. His touch was making her feel more aroused. She could see the bulge in his shorts as well. He kept the tether taut so her leg was held outstretched and tight to prevent her from moving away. He grew more aggressive with his hand as he cupped her groin and inserted his finger into her moist opening. She gasped as he worked up to her clit, turning her on more and more with each stroke of his fingers. He was skilled in building the sexual tension, then left her hanging.

"Oh, Sir, I think I'm about to cum," she said in desperation as he continued to play with her.

He mover her closer to the couch where he leaner her over the back then lifted her dress.

"Not yet, he whispered as he dropped his shorts and prepared to take her over the back of the couch.

With near perfect aim he moved toward her while his erect cock entered in one fluid motion. He thrust once, and then held himself tightly against her bottom, his penis deep inside of her vagina. He moved just a little before he erupted with an ejaculation that made his moan as loudly as she had ever heard from him. The throbbing and motion of his cock set her orgasm in motion as she screamed with pleasure as she came two more times. Her entire body trembled and she grew weak at the knees. If he hadn't been holding her so tightly against the back of the couch she would have dropped into a heap on the floor.

"I think there's nothing as exciting as these spontaneous sex acts. Don't you think?" he said as he backed away and made sure she was stable on the couch.

"That was intense," she commented, still breathing heavily.

"I think we need you to clean that leather couch after lunch," he remarked with a wide smile. "You get lunch ready now though while I go make a few phone calls," he said as he hurriedly walked into his den and closed the door behind. 

There she was, left alone and tethered in the kitchen about to make another meal. Her body was still shaking from the impromptu intercourse that had just happened. She straightened her dress. There was a powder room just off the kitchen. It looked easily within reach of her tether so she took the opportunity to relieve herself. It was amazing how little she had to pee in that heat, no matter how much she drank. Ben had kept things in that room to a minimum. There was nothing helpful in there. She splashed some water on her face and wiped it off with a hand towel. Returning to the kitchen, she looked in the refrigerator and pantry for inspiration but she really didn't feel like preparing another meal. Her body was still tingling and she felt amorous. Her muscles also ached. She wondered if she was getting dehydrated so she poured another glass of water from the purifier.

She began looking through the drawers and other cupboards in the kitchen. He hadn't removed everything that could at least be used to injure someone. She saw cooking spray, salt and flower that could maybe be used to blind someone temporarily, heavy pans, small knives that were very sharp and even glassware that would produce sharp edges if broken. The problem with all of that she reasoned, was that ultimately she needed to overpower him to get free. She needed those keys to release her and to get his truck. Even if she got lost in the desert, he might not be able to find her before she found help. That would be a gamble unless she could incapacitate him somehow. Could she get him drunk sometime?

She noticed a tiny under-cabinet television and turned it on to see whether they had reception and what she could find. The picture quality was excellent. She kept the volume turned down as far as it went. Flipping through the channels she came upon a talk show with several people sitting around a table discussing something. Just as she was about to change the channel she saw a picture displayed - of herself! She could barely believe it and turned up the volume. Her name was mentioned in the context that she may have been one of the recent victims of an organized trafficking syndicate that was abducting women all over the country. It sounded like the authorities were trying to get organized and hadn't caught anyone yet but her disappearance followed an alarming trend and pattern. She saw the photographs of several other women who had disappeared. One of them reminded her of Jackie but she looked prettier and more made up. She didn't recognize any of the others but they all seemed to be in their twenties. There was an 800 number to call if people knew anything, then the show returned to other matters.

"Wow," she thought. Not only did they know she was missing but they suspected a well-organized syndicate was behind it. She thought of Dr. Lee. Was she the mastermind? Her emotions were already raw and now she could feel the sympathy for her poor worried mother again and started to cry. Those bastards! If she could get Ben to take her out in public, maybe someone might recognize her. She wondered whether her story had been in print too, at least back in Springfield. The piece on the program gave her some hope that there were people actively investigating. It was unclear if they had any leads from the little that she just watched. She figured that she had to be at least a thousand miles from home here in the desert - probably the south-west part of the United States (At least she hoped that she was still in the country; Mexico might be even tougher for escape). Her mind was spinning and running through scenarios on how she would pull off her escape.

Linda turned off the TV and quickly began to make lunch. She couldn't stop thinking about what she had just seen. They were looking for her! She thought a cold salad would be good for the day since her mind wasn't on lunch anymore. She found some cold cuts with sliced pitas, tomatoes, mixed fruit and some non-dairy whipped cream. She put it together and got ready for his return. She made some instant iced tea and got everything ready on the snack bar. She wanted to check the television again but knew that she was very lucky to have caught what she did about the news story. She wondered whether Ben had any inkling that her picture had been shown on TV. She was pretty sure it was a national broadcast. He had also been on the internet. Maybe he saw some news there. Oh, another idea occurred to her. Maybe she could find out her locale from the evening news if she could sneak a peek around 6:00. Maybe a late night commercial on television would be from a local car dealer or something else that would disclose her rough location. Who knew where she'll be later that night though. 

Ben came out of his den almost running across the room. He stuffed some papers into his briefcase as he walked then set it on the counter by the garage door. "I've got to run but let's eat the lunch you prepared first," he said with a sense of urgency in his voice.

"The table is set and ready for you, Sir," Linda told him, gesturing toward the table.

"Excellent," he replied as he pulled out his chair and sat. "Sometimes I don't know why I don't just get out of the business altogether," he exclaimed as he picked up the pita sandwich without so much as a remark about the meal she had prepared.

She sat down next to him and began to eat from her plate. She watched him as he wolfed down the meal then checked his pocket for his keys. He stood, headed for the door then paused.

"I think we better take you back to your place. I don't know how long I might be gone." Just as he pulled out his keys to unlock her ankle he had another idea. "No, I have a better idea. There is no sense in keeping you locked up in the casita all afternoon with nothing to do. I have a project for you out in the barn. I'll take you there now."

He went to get the choker chain and leash as well as another set of cotton underwear. This set of a loose-fitting bra and panties were white. He handed them to her and she knew what she was to do. She slipped her feet and legs through the panties and pulled the bra down over her head with her arms held high. He waited and then immediately slipped the loop of chain over her head as she finished chewing the last bite of lunch. Ben arranged the chain neatly above the tracking collar. He handed her flip-flops to her before going outside.

"Come with me and I'll get you set up for your little project out in the barn."

They left the house on the familiar path to the barn. The sun was shining brightly without a cloud in the sky as the day was heating up. The outside temperature had climbed to nearly one hundred degrees she noticed for the first time on a thermometer that he had hung on the outside of the barn. It felt even hotter inside. 

"Have you ever considered cooling the air in here?" she casually asked.

"Linda, I want you to be completely truthful on this question, okay? Do you think that I am too easy on you for being my slave? I mean I sometimes think that I let you get away with too much, you know, I'm maybe too good to you. What do you think?"

"Uh, no Sir. I think you are very commanding yet fair," she replied as she made up something that she thought he's like to hear. "A born leader and someone who commands respect."

"He smiled, "My bullshit meter is going off the scale right now. I really wonder whether I should treat you more like a slave and less like a pet. Do you know what I mean?"

"Uh maybe I can see that point of view, Sir. I also see that you are doing with me whatever gives you pleasure. I believe that is what I am doing here; Sir is to provide you with companionship and whatever else you want for pleasure. I don't see where being mean or violent would be in character for you. You seem too classy for that."

"That's exactly what I mean," he said with his voice raised just a little louder. Maybe "I am too much of a nice guy to be effective as a slave Master. Maybe I leave myself too open for people to walk over me. You're probably waiting right now for a moment of weakness on my part to get at me and make your escape. Do you have a plan yet? "

She smiled and then denied any thoughts of escape. "I see you as a very successful businessman," Linda continued. "Would it really serve any purpose to beat me or make me suffer more? I think there is a time for getting down to business and a time for doing whatever makes you happy. Please, Sir. Don't feel like people are taking advantage of you. I was just kidding about the air conditioning in the barn. Is there anything that you would like me to do for you right now?" she asked trying to defuse the situation. "Maybe you just need to be more demanding of me sometimes."

"I'll let you know. Right now I'm in a hurry, but I'll be thinking of a blowjob for when I return. "

He led her over to a workbench where he positioned her back against the bench. He removed the leather leash from the choker collar. There was between two and three feet of chain that extended from her neck. He clipped the loop on the loose end of the choker collar into something that looked like a karabiner with a keyed lock that was attached to the bench. He pulled the choker so there was no slack remaining and slipped a small padlock into the chain link where it slid through the steel loop to prevent the choker chain from opening large enough to fit over her head.

"There," he said, "That will hold you. Wait here while I get that work that I want you to do."

He went around a corner and returned with a five-gallon bucker that looked very heavy judging by how he carried the pail in his right hand while leaning to his left. He carried a clean new bucket in his left hand. Ben set the buckets on the floor in front of her. While he left to get something else she looked into the full bucket and saw that it was filled with heavy link chain. It looked fairly ordinary and didn't seem to have any hooks or other things in the bucket. Each link was more than an inch long, made from very thick steel. He came back again with some heavy paper towels and two plastic bottles. She recognized one of the bottles as vegetable oil. The other was about the same size but was white and showed no label. 

"Your job, my dear slave is to take this cleaner and removed any dirt, dust, grit, oil and anything else that might make this chain rough. There are at least three lengths in there as I recall. Trust me; you're going to want it smooth. After you clean them, you will oil them with this vegetable oil using a paper towel. I want to see the chain shine and I think you will want that too. Anyhow, get to work. I figure that you can finish in about half an hour or so. Get to it! I'll be back as soon as I am able. This will give you some light work to do out here is the heat."

He looked at his wristwatch and then departed quickly, leaving her alone in the barn for the first time. She wondered whether he was coming back since he didn't say anything. The door was left open, presumably for ventilation to help with the terribly hot conditions. She wiped the perspiration from her forehead as she pondered the situation. Her first thoughts were to look around as best she could to see what she could see that might help her later in her escape. The chain around her neck did not allow for much movement. She found that she could carefully turn around if she slipped the chain on her neck where it rested on top of the tracking collar. Thankfully it was very smooth. She heard the truck as he pulled out of the garage then left with the engine roaring. She was alone but her options were severely limited.

The workbench was made of a plywood laminate and was very clean. Nothing lay out except for the cleaner, oil and paper towels. A bench vise was attached on the left side, just out of reach. Nothing new could be seen from her vantage point. A saw might be useful. She slipped her finger under the chain around her neck. It was not extremely tight but she could only get three of her fingers between it and her neck. She could feel the small padlock but didn't have the ability to do anything about that. She looked down at the business at hand. She found that when she stooped down, she could barely reach the floor. She reached into the bucket of chain and began searching for an end. She found it and started to pull it up. She stood up as she pulled so she could lay the chain on the bench to clean it. A length of about six feet came out of the bucket before freeing itself from the rest that remained. 

The chain looked pretty new and was not at all rusty. She found that it was difficult to actually clean the inner surfaces of each link without painstaking effort. She wiped the chain with a wetted towel as she pulled it through. It seemed "clean" to her but she had no idea why cleanliness would be important to her. Maybe he was going to chain her in some fashion. Why the oil though? Why did she have to oil it? She wetted another towel with oil and ran the chain through that as well. She repeated the process several times until she saw no signs of discoloration on the oiled towel. She fed the oiled length of chain into the clean bucket.

The next piece of chain seemed about the same length as the first. She prepared in in the same way then wondered how she was doing for time. It was very difficult to gauge time when she was constantly busy. She decided that she better pick up her pace, just in case. Her mind began to wander as she picked up a much shorter three-foot length. Where did he go this morning? Would the sex get rougher as he continued to use her as his fantasy girl? That sent a shudder through her and she began to get a non-specific worrisome feeling. 

She was sure that this chain was going to be used on her. In what manner? There were no shackles or other attachments. She slid the final length through her oiled towel and into the bucket. She looked at the chain and buckets. How could she use them to her advantage she wondered. There wasn't enough room to twirl the short piece of chain to serve as a weapon. He's probably not let her get started while he was near her. There had to be something she could do. He kept her busy and moving around which was good for getting a clearer picture of the ranch but bad for having extra time for planning. So far, she concluded that she'd need a lucky break. She had to be prepared for her opportunity when it came. So far, Ben had been very cautious and methodical in his oversight. Maybe he will let down his guard after she convinced him that she posed no threat.

There was some basic baling wire on a spool not too far from the workbench. She wondered how hard it might be to pick a lock. They made it look easy in the movies. She wondered whether she could figure out the technique if given enough time. She felt eh lock that was through the collar against her neck. It felt like it might be the same as the one on the other end of the choker chain. It was relatively dainty. Could she break it in the vice if she could get close enough? She checked to see how close to the bench vice she could bring her neck. It must have been at least three feet. 




Broken Ch. 08



After looking for anything that might help her she gave up and stood waiting, feeling exhausted by the oppressive heat. The lack of noise was deafening too. She heard occasional creaking sounds from the open barn structure but no sign that he was returning. A couple of times she thought she heard the sound of a horse whinnying in the distance. Didn't he mention that he had some horses when he was talking on the plane? She wasn't sure because she was still under sedation. Horses didn't strike her as a great option for escape anyway since she had only ridden one once and that was an old nag when she was just about thirteen. Did Ben have another barn for the horses? She hadn't noticed that he ever left to tend horses. She rested her back against the bench then slowly lowered her body until her butt was on the floor. The chain around her neck still had just enough slack to remain loose. She stretched her legs out with the flip-flops as pads beneath her heels. She closed her eyes and then reopened them with a start. She didn't think it would be a good idea to be caught sleeping again. 

While sitting on the floor she got a whole new perspective on the barn. She could see things that she might not have seen from a standing position. One of the more interesting things was a wire that held a service tag to a cart that was parked against one side of the workbench. She found that it was within reach of her hand. Untwisting the wire from around the frame of the cart gave her a very thin wire to play with. Since she couldn't see the lock around her neck she decided to try her skills on the lock that held the other end of the dog collar to the bench. She carefully stood up; trying not to choke herself when the chain stretched to its end, then situated herself to try to pick the small padlock. It resembled an inexpensive luggage lock so she thought it might be easy to open. Folding the wire over on itself twice gave her a stouter wire to begin working in the key slot.

She twisted and wiggled the wire but just couldn't get enough leverage to defeat and turn the lock. She remembered that her cheap locks usually had a symmetrical key with teeth facing two directions. She took a different approach, inserting one end of the wire into one side and the other end into the other side. She carefully inserted the wires as far as they would go then tried turning the lock. To her amazement, the lock turned just enough for her to pull the looped shackle up and out of the body. She could barely believe her eyes. Linda unlocked the karabiner and unhooked the loop at the end of her leash. She was alone and free! What to do first?

Linda walked to the barn door to check for any signs of Ben. His truck was still gone so she knew she had some time. She walked over to the ATV's and saw that the keys were indeed in the ignition switches. She turned the key on one and it immediately cranked the engine. She turned it back off before the engine started for fear of leaving the smell of exhaust fumes in the enclosed building. Taking one of them was a possibility but she wanted to check out other lower risk options. She did a quick check of the barn to see what else she could find. There were many ranch implements, some of which looked deadly like a pitchfork that was hanging on a wall organizer. 

She found a back door. When she opened it she could see that there was a horse corral and another smaller barn across the yard. There were two horses standing in the corner near the other barn. They had food and water in troughs which was probably why they stood there. She wasn't any more familiar with riding horses than ATV's but sometimes horses knew where to go, didn't they? She didn't even know how to saddle one up but she guessed that there must be saddles in that other barn. She wondered what else was kept in that barn and began to head in that direction.

It suddenly occurred to her. What about the garage? Did he have another vehicle besides his truck in there? She turned around and walked back to his house. The door to the house was unlocked too. She marveled at the country mentality of not needing to lock much of anything. It felt strange to be able to walk around wherever without that bothersome tether. The feeling of freedom was amazing after being locked and tied and tethered for so long. She had to check out the place where he spent so much time - the den first. She looked around and saw that it was neat and orderly. She found the desk drawers to all be locked. There must be important things in there, she thought and stored that information in her brain for future reference. She'd have to see whether she could get into the desk at some point. Right now she didn't want to do anything destructive since she wasn't sure when he'd be back and he's surely be really pissed at her if he knew what she had done. His laptop was sitting on the desk. She didn't want to take the time right then to boot it up and try to figure out his password.

She went through the house to the garage. She flipped on the ceiling lights. There was a red Mustang and a Goldwing motorcycle parked toward the far side. The keys for these vehicles however were not in their ignition switches. Were all those keys on his main key ring or was there another stashed in the house some place? She went back into the mudroom just inside the house and looked through the drawers and cupboards for keys. She found a set of hooks inside one of the cabinet doors with several keys hanging from it. One had a Mustang key fob attached to it! Just as she reached for the key ring she heard his truck heading toward the house.

She closed everything and dashed through the house and out to the barn, closing all of the doors carefully as she went. She inserted the end of the choker chain back into the karabiner and to her relief, the padlock held when she closed it back down. She did her best to look busy as she picked up the oiled towel and began wiping one of the smaller lengths of chain. She pretended to be preoccupied when he stepped into the barn.

"It looks like you've been very thorough with your duties," he remarked.

She showed mock surprise at the sound of his voice, as tough she hadn't noticed him coming back.

"Yes Sir," she said. "I wanted to make everything just like you said. You told me that I would want it that way too so I did my best."

"Your new white panties look kind of dirty," he remarked. "Did you fall down?"

"Oh no, Sir. I just sat for a spell to rest my legs. It was uncomfortable standing here so confined for so long."

"Hmmm, I see. So you haven't been working as hard as I thought."

"Oh it was just a few minutes to work out some cramps," she said, proud of her quick responses to his challenges. She rubbed her right calf for effect.

He walked up behind her and looked at the freshly polished chain in the bucket. He took the short length from her and held it out by one end so it hung almost to the floor.

"Pull those dirty panties down to your knees," he ordered. "Then spread your legs as much as the panties allow."

She remained in place, facing the bench and slowly slipped her thumbs into the waistband and guided her panties down as far as she could without pulling the chain tight around her neck. Linda shuffled her feet outward on her flip-flop a few inches each as the cotton panties tightened against her knees. She stood motionless and waited. The suspense was nerve wracking. She could feel weakness in her knees and her heart rate increasing. She placed her hands on the workbench to stabilize her shaking body, hoping he hadn't noticed. Had he discovered something in the house that she had left disturbed r was this just what he had planned with the chain from the beginning. She waited breathlessly for something to happen.

She first caught the sight of his right hand holding the dangling chain out of the corner of her right eye. He slipped it between the bench and her body, lowering the end until he could take hold of it between her legs with his left hand. She braced herself as he pulled the chain up with his left hand, placing the warm steel directly against her labia. Her lips began to spread as he slid the chain back and forth through her slit. The motion created a pleasurable sensation as he worked the chain tighter into her opening. She could feel the lubrication improve as he continued to pleasure her with the slick chain. She could feel the alternating orientation of the links as they passed through her cunt. Just as she was enjoying the pleasure he jerked the chain upward with both hands, lifting her feet slightly off the floor. She let out a brief gasp at the unexpected move. He held her for a second then dropped her back down and resumed running the length of chain through her. The smooth and wet chain glided easily yet the irregular shape provided pleasant pressure points that moved along her lips. Her state of arousal built quickly to climax. She screamed as wave after wave of orgasm gripped her, making her lose herself in the tiny space in front of the bench. He reached down to feel her twitching pussy as he released the chain from his left hand.

"Just wait until I get you all bound in this heavy chain," he said softly as he rubber her juices all over her mound. There's nothing like being bound in cold steel chain."

He took another towel and wiped the chain down after oiling it. He slid it through his hand and into the bucket. After pulling his keys from his pocket he went to unlock the padlock that held the dog chain to the karabiner. The lock did not spring open immediately so he jiggled the key.

""Damn cheap lock," he muttered as it finally opened. 

She remained silent, perhaps knowing why the lock had become temperamental. He opened the lock at her neck with much less effort and allowed the chain to loosen under its own weight. She stood up straight and pulled her legs together as she waited for him to tell her what to do next. He gripped her panties and pulled them back up. He attached the leash to her collar and pulled, causing the loop to tighten around her neck again. Ben pulled on her just enough to turn her around. He picked up the bucket of chain with his left hand.

"Time for me to get cleaned up," he told her. You'll have to wait a while to clean up, unless you'd like me to hose you down with a garden hose. Right now I have to hide you someplace. I have company coming over and I don't want them to see you. I'm thinking that you'll be secure in one of the lockable horse stalls. You'll be far enough from the house that no one would be able to hear you if you tried, but make no mistake about it, I will punish the devil out of you if you try to get noticed. Maybe I'll gag you just to be sure. Come, follow me. I should put this chain in the freezer for a new experience next time. Freeze it right to your sensitive flesh." \

He took her hand in tow and walked out the same back door that she had found earlier. They walked across the pasture or desert, whatever it was called and headed to the small barn in the distance. The door to the barn was not locked just like the other ranch buildings. The barn smelled of the horses. He picked up a shovel and handed it to her.

"You're going to have to clean your own stable out. Just dump everything in these buckets," he said, pointing to some dirty buckets near the horse stalls."

He removed the dog collar from her neck and sent her into the horse stall. It was worse than she imagined and she almost gagged. He tossed two of the buckets in after her and swung the gate closed. She looked back and saw that the gate was solid wood on the bottom with steel bars running up to the ceiling from there. He locked the gate.

"Let me know when you're ready to dump that stuff and I'll let you out," he said through the bars. I expect that tonight will be an all-nighter so you'll be here at least until morning. I'll go get you some fresh water and something to eat. A blanket too."

He vanished into the barn leaving her standing alone with the shovel and two overturned buckets. She set one bucket upright and began shoveling the manure and straw into it. She was not used to that odor making her eyes water. By the time she had the second bucket filled, the floor was at least free of large debris. He came back and opened the gate.

"Go dump it out there," he said as he pointed to an area just outside the barn. I'm going to hose out your quarters for tonight. If you'd like to get undressed I will hose you off too."

She declined and grabbed one of the buckets. It was so heavy that she had to drag it out of the barn. When she came back for the second he had nearly finished spraying the floor down with the hose. There was a drain into which the water flowed. Just before she took hold of the second bucket, he turned the hose on her and gave her a quick rinse. The shock of the cool water across her chest and belly made her scream. She was about to scold him then thought better of it since he was still spraying with the hose and nozzle. She carried off the remaining debris and returned to see what he wanted her to do next. He had somewhere located a raised platform for a sleeping bag and had placed a clean horse blanket on it within the stall. A rubber bucket with bottled water and some sandwiches was hanging from a hook on the wall. She noticed that there were no outside windows in the horse stall.

"It won't take long for the floor to dry in this heat. You can use that bucket in the corner id you need to relieve yourself tonight. I'll be back sometime in the morning; probably late. Sweet dreams my lovely slave. You can work on your kegle exercises if you get bored," he said with a wicked grin. "I have a date tonight," he volunteered.

He closed the gate and locked it with a chain and padlock. She stood motionless watching him as he prepared to leave her. Was that a tinge of jealousy that she felt? Oh how she's love to crash that party. Ben closed the outside door he disappeared from sight. She pulled her still wet top away from her skin as she began to study her new quarters for ideas and opportunities to get out of this prison. She looked up at the top of the gate. There was a gap between it and the ceiling but it was only inches. She grabbed the gate and shook it. It was pretty secure without much movement. Her next thought was to somehow pick another lock. She walked over to the gate and checked out the padlock. This one was a more traditional lock than the cheap luggage type that she had opened before. She dropped it and let it hang from the chain as she started to search for something that might serve as a pick.

She examined the platform bed. It was made of steel tubing with a woven nylon fabric, similar to patio furniture. Nothing wire-like on the bed. The buckets had wire handles but they were too thick to fit into the key slot on the lock. She checked the bars for any wires that might have been left on the gate but there was nothing. Linda sat down on the platform to think and rest, figuring that she was stuck for the night.

Ben got back to his house and checked the condition of everything for having guests stop by. He was pleased at how well Linda kept things cleaned although they hadn't spent much time in his place. He went to his bedroom and quickly changed the bedding and freshened up the room. A few candles scattered around the house would help to hide any scents that he might not notice. He missed having Linda available for small chores. 

It was great to bump into his sometimes girlfriend, Stacy at the shopping mall in town earlier that day. They hadn't been together for nearly a month and tonight would be a great opportunity to catch up. Her friend Cathy was with her so Ben invited her and her boyfriend, Mike over as well. He planned on grilling some steaks by the pool and having an informal evening together. Stacy was one of the few people that could find his house with ease. Therefore, he expected that they would all come together in one car in which case she's probably not spend the night. He had a spare bedroom however so all three people could potentially stay overnight; especially if they had a lot to drink. Ben checked his watch. It was just past 5:30 so he had just less than half an hour to get cleaned up. He went into the shower then prepared for the evening.

Linda was going stir crazy. She was all alone in the horse stall with no obvious way to escape. Her mind kept wandering back to Ben and his girlfriend ad what they might be doing. She hated him, of course, but he was HER Master. She wondered whether he did kinky things with the other woman. Linda shook the gate in frustration. She noticed that the edge of the barred gate opened a few inches when the chain was pulled tight. She wondered how much more slack she could create. She made sure that there were no twists in the chain that held the gate and picked up another couple of inches. She could slip her leg through the opening but could not get past her hips. 

She noticed that the gate wasn't hung that securely on the stable frame. She rammed her body weight into the gate near the opening and the hinges began to give way. She charged at it again and this time succeeded in pulling the top hinge out of the frame. The door now hung crooked, widening the gap above the chain. She dragged the bed platform over to the gate. She carefully got up on the bed, stabilizing her body with the door frame then stepped onto the chain and jumped out of the stall. She knew that she was in trouble because of the damage to the stall so there was nothing to lose by making her escape tonight. Her mind raced as she thought of the options for leaving the ranch. If she could get to the key to his truck, that would be best but he kept that with him at all times. She could get an ATV from the barn without going into his house but that would draw immediate attention because of the noise and she wasn't sure she could even get it into gear. The Mustang might be her best bet. She had to sneak toward the house after dark and see whether she could get at the keys without being noticed.

Linda took the opportunity to check the horse barn for anything that might come in handy as she attempted her escape. There were many horse-related things like blankets, saddles, brushes, and a variety of harnesses. She found the automated feeder and watering systems but otherwise, there were no useful items like a gun or anything else that was seriously threatening. She thought that perhaps he kept some weapon in the barn to ward off coyotes, snakes and other pests.

The sun was pretty close to sinking below the horizon as she ventured out of the barn toward his house. She crept into the equipment barn first to get closer to the house and scope out the gathering. The pool area had plenty of soft light so the people there were easy for her to see while she remained in the shadows. Linda knew that the woman or girlfriend was coming and thought there was another couple as well but wasn't exactly sure until she saw the four people standing around the barbeque grill with drinks in their hands. Linda could tell that one man and women were a couple. Linda stared at the other woman; the one who must be Ben's friend. She was dark and attractive with long hair. She was wearing a light weight semi-transparent dress that made her underwear visible - the slut. Linda's stared was fixed on the woman, watching her every move. She seemed to be having a good time and flirted with Ben every time he walked by in his preparation of the meal. Time to get back to business, she suddenly realized as she tore her gaze away from the dinner party.

Creeping slowly in the darkened areas, Linda approached the house toward the service door to the garage. To her relief, it wasn't locked. She slipped into the garage where the truck was missing but the Mustang remained where she saw it last. The truck must be parked outside, she thought to herself. She had to make sure the path was clear to drive the Mustang out of the garage and onto the driveway. She retreated back outside to peek around the corner of the garage. His truck was behind its normal spot in the garage but another truck was parked next to that behind the Mustang. Damn! That would make getting the Mustang out of the garage impossible. She nearly panicked. Could she wait until the other people left? She didn't rule that out but it seemed risky. On the other hand, if he were to go back to the horse barn to check on her it would give her more of a head start. She wondered if there was a spare key to his truck in the mud room.




Broken Ch. 08



Linda went back into the garage. Her frantic pace was causing the flip-flops to make a lot of noise as she walked. She cautiously headed for the door into the house and turned the door know quietly. She could hear the voices of the four people out on the patio by the pool. She listened for Ben's voice and heard him talking outside too. Good, the house should be clear. She slipped her flip-flops from her feet inside the mudroom and started to walk quietly over to the cupboard that held the car keys. The door opened without a sound as she carefully checks the various key rings on the hooks. She found single key on a fob from the Ford dealership that looked pretty new. She guessed that maybe it was for his F-150. She carefully lifted if from its hook and clasped her hand around it. Once she had closed the cupboard door she snuck back out to the garage, out the service door and around to the driveway.

She crept up to his truck. The door was unlocked so she carefully opened it. The dome light seemed bright in the dimly lit yard so she quickly climbed in onto the seat and closed the door gently, to kill the lights but unfortunately, they remained on for what seemed like an eternity. She tried the key in the ignition lock. It slid in easily so she was pretty sure it was for this truck but it could have been from another Ford. It was decision time; either go for it or get the heck back to the horse barn and try to deal with the broken hinge. The lights faded to black in the cab. She sat up in the driver's seat, desperately trying to make up her mind. Was she ready? Which way should she go once she started this thing in motion. How far could she get before he heard the truck running? 

Suddenly her shaking right hand turned the key and the engine started. The headlights automatically turned on too. She fiddled with the control and finally got them to turn off. The engine didn't sound too loud to her but she knew it was time to leave. She pulled the shifter down into reverse and turned around to back up to a spot where she could turn around. She just let the engine idle to keep the noise to a minimum. Maybe the conversation in the back would be enough to cover the sound of the truck as it pulled back. She stopped, shifted into drive and as on her way away from the house. She gained speed gently as she headed down what looked like a driveway. Then again, everything that wasn't a cactus of bush of some kind looked like a driveway. She turned the headlights back on for better vision. They almost made things worse because the sand directly in front of her looked more road-like than the non-illuminated sand on either side. She checked her rear view mirror. A light had been turned on in front of the house, or was that on before? She saw the compass on the rear view mirror reading "SW." She veered a little to the left until it read "S." Her plan was to keep going in one direction until she came upon a paved road. The fuel gauge was just over half-full. She hoped it would be enough.

*****

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Broken Ch. 09



Days had past far too quickly, and now Dimitri found himself waking up alone in his bed. He stared at the ceiling blankly, waiting for something to give him the drive to swing his feet out onto the floor. The sound of his cell phone's ring only required an arm's reach.

"Hello?" His voice was still raspy with sleep, Madi would have taken the time to enjoy it if it weren't for the incessant pounding at her front door. She hadn't wanted to call Dimitri, but Karl had promised to kill her if she called the police. Darren was in class, and obviously, none of her neighbors were around.

"Dimitri! I'm sorry if I woke you up, but ummm..." the terror in her voice had him sitting up within seconds, and then standing, running to his closet to pull on the first set of jeans, a t-shirt, and an overshirt he could grab. "...Dimitri..." he heard the commotion in the background.

"Madi? Don't worry, I'll be there in less than 5 minutes. Make sure the door is locked, then go lock yourself in the bathroom or something." He hung up without another thought, grabbing his coat before running the few blocks and up the stairs. He heard the yelling as soon as he walked in the front door, he climbed carefully and quietly, his eyes falling on the figure outside the door. There was something in the way he moved, the wildness, this was not a sane man. Dimitri shook his head as he wondered how Madi had become involved with him in the first place. He sighed, stepping down the stairs and whispering to the police over the phone before walking back up, stopping on the platform at the bottom of the stairs that led up to Madi's door.

"I suggest you leave." Karl turned slowly to look at the source of the voice, Dimitri stood with hands on his hips staring up at the man.

"I suggest you mind your own fucking business." Words were separated for dramatic effect, the volume rising with each syllable. Dimitri growled.

"The police are on their way, you better get out of here." Karl just chuckled and turned his head, turning back to his pounding.

"OPEN THE DOOR YOU FUCKING SLUT!" That was all Dimitri could take, he was up the stairs and wrestling Karl to the ground before he could understand what he was doing. He was on top of Karl when the police arrived, punching him repeatedly. Karl's face was worse than Madi's now, he was bleeding from the mouth and nose, his cheeks and lips swelling as the skin around his eye blackened. It took three officers to pull him off and even as he watched Karl spit blood he still felt the urge to continue hitting him.

"Son, we need you to come down to the station." He growled, twisting his arm out of the officers' grips. 

"First, I need to check on Madi. I'll go when I know she's okay." He raised his fist, knocking softly, wincing as raw knuckles tapped against the steel of the door. "Madi, it's Dimitri, are you okay? Please open the door, the police are here, they have Karl. Come on, baby." The door peeked open, exposing a small portion of Madi's face. It was then Karl lunged at the already sobbing girl, Dimitri pushed the door open just in time to catch her as she fell into his arms. ******* There was something familiar about her surroundings. The feel of stiffness, the roughness of the sheets, the bright white blurs of what she could see as her eyes barely pulled open. She groaned, her head was throbbing and her eyes were dry and sore. What had woken her up? Her hand. Someone was squeezing her hand, and they were mumbling. Her mind was too jumbled to understand what they were saying. She barely mustered enough strength to turn her head. Slowly things came into focus. She was in a hospital bed, it was morning or mid-afternoon, and Dimitri was holding her hand. 

"Hey you." He grinned as he noticed her open eyes. It was good to see her awake, even if the anxiety medications made her loopy as the nurse had said they would. His soft voice made her smile. She felt fuzzy, but there was no one she would have rather woken up to.

"Dimitri..." Her smile was somewhat distant but genuine. Her voice more childish than usual, more like when she was drunk and tired than like a girl who was lying in a hospital bed after confronting her rapist. "You're here." She giggled. "I'm so glad you're here. Because you're the bestest. You're nice to me and you saved me from the Karl and you even pretended I was cute." She laughed, the words catching him off balance.

He chuckled, his free hand moving to smooth her hair. "I didn't pretend anything."

"It's okay, Dimitri. It's really sweet." She laughed. "But you don't have to feel bad for me just 'cause I like you and you don't like me. All the girls like you I'm just shitty at hiding it." He blinked, the drugs were making her loopy alright, and maybe a bit too honest.

"Why do you think that?" It seemed calm and collected with direct questions was the best way to find the truth in the midst of this mess.

"Dimitri, look at me." She laughed again. "I have a black eye, a fucked up lip, bruises all over me, a crazy ex boyfriend on the loose..."

"That last ones a lie, he confessed." He squeezed her hand softly. She smiled again.

"I'm glad he finally figured out how to be honest. But that's besides the point, Dimitri, I'm no good for you. You should be with someone smart and pretty and funny and sane and.."

"I'm sitting right next to her." She laughed, eyes glittering with tears and amusement as she looked at him.

"You're silly, you know that, right?" He just shook his head, squeezing her hand. "But you're not gunna let me tell you, are you?" He sighed.

"No, no I'm not."

"Okay" she sighed sleepily. "Lie with me, then?" He nodded. This was becoming familiar. He chuckled as he slid out of his shoes and into the hospital bed with Madi, holding her while she napped.

He sighed, she was peaceful when she slept, the corners of her lips curled into a small smile. He couldn't help but raise his hand to move the curls from her face to look more closely. This near to her, he could see the freckles that dotted her nose. They were faint, barely there. What was all this craziness falling from her lips? 

He could only imagine what that man... that monster... had done to her in the time they had dated. He could remember seeing them together at a few parties, he hadn't taken much notice for the most part. He was always utterly wasted, always yelling, always grabbing and pushing. He sighed, he hadn't thought much of it then, but now he wished he had stepped in. 

Lips pressed to her temple, nuzzling her hair softly before wrapping an arm around her ribs to drift off. He sighed contently as she curled into a ball, pushing her back against his chest and holding his arm between her breasts so his hand rested on her heart.



Broken Ch. 09



 This chapter goes back to Linda's escape. Thank you for taking the time to read my story. I hope you like it.

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Ben was enjoying the evening and the company as he finally settled down at the outdoor table with a beer. It seemed that everyone was in a partying mood and peals of laughter came one after another. He was glad that this event had come together; it was exactly what he needed to relax and enjoy himself. In between the sounds of merriment, He thought that he heard something out front of the house. He walked closer to the fence and thought he heard the sounds of a truck on the driveway.

"Do you hear that?" he asked his guests. "Listen."

Everyone became quiet as they listened. Something was making some noises, and then it could be heard getting a little louder and more distant as they listened. His first thought was that someone had just arrived. Ben took off running through the gate and around the house just in time to see the tail lights of a truck heading in a south-westerly direction away from the house. He then noticed the empty space on the driveway where he had parked and knew exactly what was happening.

"What the fuck?" he exclaimed as his first emotions were panic and then rage. 

He began to formulate a plan immediately without alarming his guests. He needed his cell phone with the tracking app. To follow her. That was back near the barbeque grill. The Mustang wouldn't be too good for following her if she decided to drive cross-country through the desert. Maybe Mike would lend him his truck. What would he tell his friends? Think, think! Mike, Cathy and Stacy had come around to the front of the house too. 

"Hey Ben, What's the deal with your truck?" asked Mike. 

The two women stared and waited for his answer.

"Um, it looks like somebody just stole it," Ben replied hoping that would satisfy their curiosity.

"Out here?" Mike questioned the improbable explanation.

Ben ignored the question. "Mike, can I borrow your truck to go after her?"

"Her? What makes you think it's a her?" Mike persisted.

The statement of the possible involvement of a woman piqued the interest of Stacy and Cathy who gathered closer to hear every word.

"Long story, Mike. Can I please borrow your truck? I have to go get my phone from the back yard first."

"Sure, I guess," he said, "Hey, I'll come with you. Get your phone and I'll get it turned around and ready to chase her. The ladies can finish their supper while we retrieve your truck. Got any idea where she might be headed? Hey, maybe we should call the sheriff."

"If you're dealing with a psycho bitch you never know what she might do," interjected Stacy with her expert opinion. My god, she probably was checking all of us out too. I feel almost violated. Is she violent too?"

"No, no," Ben said with new alarm. "No cops. I don't want to get her in trouble at this point. It's probably just a simple thing that we can fix once we catch her. I doubt that she's dangerous, Stacy."

"Okay, man, but I think the sheriff could cut her off somewhere before she loses us," suggested Mike. "Maybe even arrest her for grand theft auto."

"No worries, Mike, I'll explain later but we gotta get going. I'll be right back after I get my phone. I can track my truck with an app. I have."

Ben ran to get his regular phone while he thought of other things he should bring along. He went through his bedroom where he grabbed the burner phone that was given to him by Mr. Smith too. He looked for the special app. That Mr. Smith had given him for his regular phone and started it. He had just played with it a little so far so he wasn't exactly sure of its capabilities. A map of the area appeared on the screen with his position and a flashing icon where Linda was. He could see that she was traveling south but couldn't see what road she was driving on. 

This was still going to be hard to explain to his friends without causing more questions for himself. He wondered whether he should call Mr. Smith for advice. He'd do that once they were on their way. Damn, his car phone charger was in his truck. He hoped that Mike had one that would work because this could be a long evening. Ben was in a complete panic by the time he jumped into Mike's truck.

"Where to?" Mike asked.

"Just a minute, Mike. I have to figure out what road my truck is on. Let's just head out to the county road and head south. We can try to cut her off once we see where my truck is headed.

"Okay Ben, he said as he took off in a hurry with sand and gravel flying, seemingly enjoying the chase. 

He knew the way well enough to get out to the road at which point Ben had determined how Linda was proceeding. Mike was having the time of his life with the chase. Mike turned on the set of four rally lights on top of his roll bar and practically turned the night into day. 

"She doesn't seem to be going very fast, Ben remarked. "I think that if you take a left here and we head to county road eight we can get to where she's headed in time to stop her."

"Okay Ben. Just who exactly is this woman?" She sounds kinda psycho to come to your place and steal your truck in the middle of the night. How do you suppose she got to your place on foot?"

"Yes, she's been stalking me for a while," Ben started to improvise with a fictional story. "Maybe she has a friend who brought her out to my ranch. I sure don't know yet."

"Oh, man, I knew we should call the cops."

"Oh wait a minute. There is an agent with whom I've spoken on this stalking matter. I need to call him," Ben remembered as he really wanted the advice of someone who would know what to do.

"FBI or local police?" Mike asked.

"I think this is just a local matter for now," Ben answered trying to keep things as simple and innocent-sounding as possible.

He pulled out the burner phone that Mr. Smith had given to him for emergencies. He hit the single contact on the list and hoped that Smith would be there. He didn't want to say any more than he had to in front of Mike.

"Hello," Mr. Smith said cautiously.

"This is Ben. I'm afraid she got my truck and is heading south right now. Any suggestions?"

"Your truck? Are you kidding me? Are you chasing her now?" Smith asked.

"Yes we are," Ben said curtly.

"Is she far off?"

"Not yet and it looks like she's traveling at a pretty slow pace. I think we can intercept in less than twenty minutes."

"Can you talk freely?" asked Smith.

"No." he replied as briefly as possible.

"Listen, my boy," Smith said. You really have to capture her again. Do you think you can get that done on your own?"

"I think so," Ben said with as little emotion as he could express for the sake of Mike.

"It will be best if you can do this and get it done quickly, say within the next hour or two. Can you do that?"

"That's right." Ben answered.

"Okay Ben. Now listen very carefully. If you mess up and she gets away from you make sure to call me bask ASAP. Call me when you do get her back under control and just say, "It is done." Do you have that?"

"Yes, sir."

"Good luck then. Destroy that phone after tonight and get another. Text me the new number and I'll have to get a new one too. Oh and Ben, don't fuck this up. Click"

The advice from Mr. Smith somehow wasn't as reassuring as he had hoped. In fact it wasn't reassuring at all. Ben felt pensive as Mike was still being Mike and chasing down the dark dirt road at scary speeds for the conditions. They both saw the sign for the number eight and braced themselves for a hard right-hand turn with little reduction in speed. Mike had the truck in a four-wheel slide as he rounded the corner and headed west to cut Linda off. He was in his element and shouted out he was enjoying the chase so much.

***

Linda wasn't sure that she'd ever come across a major road. She had found an old dirt path through the wilderness that gave her pretty straight route to the south. She wished she had some sort of navigation equipment to find her way. It was really dark in the middle of the plains with no light other than the two headlights. She knew she needed to hurry but she felt uncomfortable at speeds much over forty with the rough terrain and limited visibility. 

Eventually, about half an hour after she had absconded with the truck she came upon a fenced area with lights surrounding the compound. She headed in that direction and could see that the fence surrounded a lot of equipment and some large sheds and fuel tanks. She figured that there must be a major road nearby. .As she drove past the east side of the compound she saw a paved road ahead. There were no markings on it where she drove but it looked like a good road. She decided to turn right and head west. 

After about a mile she saw that she was on county road eight west. That sounded promising since it was well marked with stripes and sounded like a major road. She increased her speed to sixty and kept driving. Hopefully there would be a gas station or food place where she could stop for help. Linda eased the accelerator up to seventy because she was anxious and in a hurry to find someone; anyone. She saw that the fuel tank was still one quarter full. Surely there would be a place along here soon.

***

Mike and Ben were moving at nearly eighty miles per hour as they headed west on county road eight. The road ran as straight as an arrow and Ben could see from the map on his phone that Linda appeared to now be on the same road a few miles ahead of them. They were catching up with her rapidly.

"I think we got her Mike," Ben said as he started to feel a little relief. "We just need to close in for a few more miles."

That was all the encouragement Mike needed to bump their speed up to ninety. The truck felt nearly airborne as they crested a hill and Mike shouted out, "Yeah!" The roadside was completely void of buildings and therefore there was no other traffic visible at this time of night - nearing 11:00. When they were at the top of another large hill they could see the taillights of another truck ahead.

"That's her!" Ben exclaimed. "Let's come up behind her, pass on the left and then pull in front of my truck so we can slow her down."

Mike exercised a little caution as he moved in to maneuver around her. Linda saw the truck with its blaze of lights. She thought of stopping to hail them down for help. She slowed and Mike pulled up alongside her. When she looked over she saw Ben string at her with looks that could kill. .She panicked and floored the accelerator. Ben's truck was no match for Mike's tricked out vehicle and he easily kept pace with her from behind. Linda didn't dare slow down and Ben and Mike were not sure what to do to stop her without creating a wreck. Finally Ben in desperation came up with a plan.

"Mike, can you come up alongside her and slowly ease her off the road?" "Try to not make any contact. I think she will back down if you squeeze her toward the shoulder."

"Okay buddy, but if there's any damage you're paying for repairs."

"Agreed," Ben said, glad that his friend was on board.

The roar of the big exhaust pipes filled the air as Mike opened the throttle and pulled alongside Linda. She looked scared but determined as Ben looked at her face. Her eyes were focused straight ahead with an intense concentration. She glanced back at him and felt queasy. Just as Mike was beginning to squeeze her to the shoulder they all saw bright lights ahead on the right-hand side of the road. A huge billboard sign read "Easy Stop" in bright neon letters with some of their specials in bright lights below that on the sign. Linda pulled into the exit lane while Mike jerked his truck over and dropped back behind her.

She drove past the refueling pumps and went straight to the parking area directly in front of the entrance. There were about ten vehicles parked at the pumps and in front of the convenience store. She opened the truck door and starting screaming as she jumped down and headed for the store. Mike was right behind her and pulled into the parking space beside the driver's side. Ben got out as he opened the truck door and began to pretend that they had had an argument for which he was terribly sorry.

"C'mon back home with me, baby," he implored. We can go on that vacation just like you wanted. Just please come back home with me."

She looked at him like he was from another planet as she started to pull the door open. Ben blocked the door with his knee and put his arms around her naked body to cover her and hopefully defuse any strangers getting involved. He saw his key in her hand and quickly took it from her as he continued his act. He lifted her and carried her back toward his truck as she struggled, kicked and hit him. Mike, Ben's loyal friend no matter what opened the passenger side door as Ben carried and dragged Linda back to the truck. She was sobbing now uncontrollably.

Just then a big man, well over six feet tall with muscles showing where his sleeves had been removed came out of the store. His baseball cap read, "Coors." He looked at the spectacle of a naked woman being held by a man that seemed to know her but she was hysterical and calling for help.

"Can I help you, Miss?" he asked.

Ben interrupted and spoke for her. "We had a little...well big argument this evening about going on one of those cruises to the Caribbean and she's really mad at me that I don't think now is a good time to leave the ranch."

"Please help, Sir," Linda implored from the passenger seat. He is not my husband and I just want to go home. Have you seen my picture on the news? I was kidnapped."

"Linda, honey; you know that's not true. Please don't mislead this gentleman" Ben turned to the stranger. We're having some trouble with the new meds right now too," Ben offered as he sweated whether the man had seen anything on TV or in the papers. "Now honey, you know that we have to get you home so you can take that medicine that Dr. Jones prescribed for you."

"Please sir, call the police," Linda said through the tears.

The man looked at them both trying to determine who to believe. Ben had to think fast. A crowd was beginning to form and it would get harder to convince a larger group of people. He opened the glove box and took out Linda's fake driver's license. See, it says right here that she's from California. I don't know whether there were any recent abductions on the news from there but my wife and I have been together for five years. He flashed her identification just to prove his point that he was telling the truth even though his story was full of holes. Right now he desperately needed Mr. Coors to believe him. He ignored the others as he put the seat belt on her and closed the door to the truck. Even to Ben's surprise, no one persisted. They probably were all in the middle of their Saturday night activities too.

Ben walked around the back and climbed into the driver's seat. He started the truck and slowly backed out of the parking spot. As he drove off he saw that no one wanted to get involved. Mike waited a few minutes then he left the service center too, following Ben's truck. Ben saw that he would probably need fuel to get home but he would stop somewhere else after he figured out how to get Linda subdues and under control. 

Ben's phone rang and it was Mike. What was that all about, dude? She's buck naked for god's sakes!

"It's a long story, Mike. I'll tell you about it over a beer when we get her back to my place. 

"But dude, why was she stealing your truck naked? That's some fucked up shit."

"She is a stalker and I really don't know what her mental and emotional issues are," replied Ben.

"Shouldn't we take her to the emergency room then to get medical attention?"

"That's a thought, Mike. I'll call ahead and drop her off at county hospital on the way back to my place. You go on back and let the women know that everything's all right and I'll do this with my contact in the sheriff's office."

"Okay Ben. Are you sure you don't still need my help?"

"I'll let you know what Mr. Smith says but I think this should be pretty straight forward. I'll be home when I can. Right now I need to call Mr. Smith and he'll tell me where to drop her."

Linda heard enough to really start to worry. She knew that Ben was not telling the truth. Her picture was out there as a kidnap victim. He couldn't take her anywhere. He wouldn't dump her someplace, would he? That was a scary thought too. What was he up to? After Mike turned off to head back to Ben's place Ben suddenly pulled over onto the shoulder of the road. He opened the driver's door to his truck and looked Linda in the eyes.

"Linda, I've decided that I need to hide you for a while until things blow over. Wait here or so help me I'll have to do something with you that neither one of us will like."

She remained in the back seat of his truck as he rolled back the cover over the bed. He came back with several bundles of heavy rope. Ben opened the back door and pulled her legs toward the door opening. With the skill of a rodeo calf roper he bound her legs near her ankles. He climbed in to roll her onto her stomach. Her arms and wrists were tied behind her back before he pulled her ankles up to her arms and bound them together. Opening the center console of his truck Ben pulled out a white cloth that was made for wiping glass. He stuffed it into her mouth and carefully poked every bit in. 

He pulled her entire body from the cab of the truck and carried her to the tailgate where he gently laid her down. He rolled her in a blanket that was also setting in back of the truck. She was completely immobilized as he slid her body toward the front of the pickup bed. He rearranged a few boxes and a tire to hide her in front. He slid the bed cover back and snapped it in place around the entire perimeter of the bed. He'd check on her when he refueled a little ways up the road. She needed some air but also needed to remain completely unnoticed in the back of his truck. He climbed back into the seat, restarted the engine and headed to get some gasoline. He called Smith to give him the code words that all was well. He decided to destroy the phone at his place where he could make sure that every shred of the phone was gone.

Ben stopped to fill his tank and thankfully it was uneventful. He rolled the cover foreword to check on Linda. He uncovered her face. She was scared and wide-eyed but otherwise she seemed okay. He stroked her hair.

"You scared the shit out of me too," He admitted. "I am so glad to have you back here. I need you to remain quiet in here until we can get you back into your casita. You have no idea what the people who kidnapped you in the first place are like. Well maybe you do. Anyway, they take their business very seriously. If I hadn't been able to catch you tonight and you made it to freedom we'd both be in big trouble. Please don't make me have to make an example of you. I think we'll both be okay if nothing like this ever happens again." 

Linda said nothing but his words got her thinking. He rolled her back in the blanket before securing the cover over the cargo area of his truck. He sped home where he parked the truck in the garage and then closed the garage door ahead of re-joining his friends. Before entering the house her opened the truck bed cover a little to make sure there was air getting in. He worried about the anticipated barrage of questions he was bound to face but his guests had been drinking and partying around the pool and were mostly just glad to see he and Mike return.

"I heard about that crazy bitch, "Stacy said. "Is everything okay?"

"Yes, she's safe where she belongs," Ben answered. "They'll know what to do to help her there."

"Well I certainly hope they keep her so she can't come out here again," Stacy said. "I'd worry about you Benji," she said as she hung on him. "What if she comes back in the middle of the night to get you? Who knows what she's capable of?"




Broken Ch. 09



"I'll have to keep my security system armed at all times," he said thoughtfully. He wondered how to change the subject with his guests. Something like what had just happened wouldn't be soon forgotten.

Stacy's arms were still wrapped around Ben's neck and she was not going to let him ignore her. She practically hung on him, her legs beginning to wrap around his. He could smell the alcohol on her breath. She didn't handle alcohol well and it usually made her horny. She was acting very amorous as she let her top slip off her right breast to reveal that she wasn't wearing a bra. She left her breast exposed as she rubbed her tit against his face.

"Oh Ben, do you want to go someplace more private? I've been waiting for you to undress me like this all evening."

She seductively ran her finger down his chest. She rubbed her body against his but would have fallen over had he not taken hold of her. Ben normally would have encouraged her to engage in their friends with benefits relationship but at the moment he mostly wanted his guests to leave so he could take care of Linda. Stacy was testing his will power however. He was worried about leaving Linda in the back of his truck, wrapped and bound so tightly. The temperature must be over eighty in the garage. Ben saw that Mike and Cathy were getting pretty cozy on one of the loungers at the head of the pool.

"Stacy, would you please excuse me for a couple of minutes? I need to make sure I have the alarm system activated. Why don't you go to my bedroom and I'll meet you there shortly?"

"Okaaay Ben, but hurry," she said with her speech beginning to slur. She still looked hot to Ben, even in this intoxicated state.

He walked briskly into the house and out to the closed garage. Ben opened the cover for the truck bed all the way and dug Linda out. She was even more scared and trembling. He picked her up and carried her through the house and out onto the patio between the house and casita. He carried her in where he unwrapped her body and legs before he untied the ropes. Linda had been crying and babbled something of an apology as he laid her on her bed. Still worried about her escaping he placed the ankle strap around her leg and laid a sheet over her bare body.

"I'll see you in the morning, Linda," he whispered as he headed out the door before locking it with the deadbolts. She drifted off to sleep, more relaxed in her own bed with Ben's reassurance.

Ben hurried back through the house and entered his bedroom. He saw Stacy lying on her back diagonally across the bed on top of the covers, her shoes still on her feet. She had passed out apparently as soon as she got to the bed and was sound asleep, snoring softly. He was fine with that because he was exhausted too. Ben gently rolled her onto her side to make sure she didn't choke if she got sick to her stomach and pulled the covers as far over her as he could. The evening had been a disaster and was stressful from beginning to end. He was ready to crash himself. Ben walked into the great room and saw through the patio doors that Mike and Cathy were still intertwined but motionless on the padded lounge chair beside the pool. He dimmed the patio lights and lay down on the couch. 

Unable to sleep despite his exhaustion, Ben started to think about Linda and got up. He quietly walked out to the casita to check on her. She would need a bath but otherwise looked to be okay. He watched her sleep. She looked so peaceful when she slept, he thought. Having her running away had made him realize how much she was beginning to mean to him. Never mind Stockholm syndrome, he was empathizing with his captive. He kissed her on the cheek before he left her for the night which was quickly becoming morning. He knew that he'd have to administer some punishment for her attempt at escape. Ben went back to the couch to get a little sleep before morning.

Stacy was too sick from the hangover the next morning to feel like having sex when she stumbled out into the family room where Ben was asleep. Mike and Cathy were a little better off but no one felt like eating breakfast once they had awoken and were up by eight. Ben offered coffee and water which they gladly accepted as she sat and talked a little about their crazy night. 

"You just let me know when you want to go chasing after crazy ladies again, Ben! That was kinda fun," exclaimed Mike.

"Will do Mike," answered Ben, "but I hope we never have to do that again."

"No plans to reconnect with her, huh?" kidded Mike.

"Not any time soon," Ben said as he thought about Linda lying in the building next door.

They bid their farewells and the women left with Mike. Ben gave Stacy a hug and a kiss before she left.

"Call me Ben. We didn't get to spend much time together last night," Stacy said as she was now feeling a little better she patted Ben on the butt as she followed the others out the door.

Ben was glad to finally be alone with Linda again. He watched as they headed out along the dusty driveway. He poured another cup of coffee and refilled his own before heading out to the casita. He held the two mugs in one hand as he unlocked the casita door. When he got inside he found Linda huddles in a corner of the room chewing on her nails and, looking horrified. He eased over to her and stooped down.

"Care for some coffee?" he asked with care in his voice.

"Thank you," she replied as she took the mug of coffee.

Her hand was shaking so much that the coffee nearly spilled over the edge of the mug. She used both hands to steady her coffee.

"I'm never getting away from here to return home, am I?" she asked, looking Ben straight in the eyes."

"Well, I can't say that for sure but as I said before, I am bound to keep you from ever telling anyone about how you got here."

"But I don't know anything. Not really," she reasoned. I doubt that anyone even used their real names."

Linda started sobbing again as the feeling of hopelessness settled in. "I suppose I have some punishment coming to, huh?" Again she looked at him with such sad eyes that he could barely speak of such things at that moment.

"Yes, you are to be punished however I see fit," he answered.

She sipped the coffee but maintained a far-away stare as she looked at the blank wall.

"Did I ever even have a chance when I got away with your truck?" she asked.

"I doubt it," Ben answered honestly. The tracking was too good and there were other resources available to me if I needed them which it turns out I didn't."

"I see. What are you thinking of doing with me now?" she asked fearlessly.

"Haven't decided yet to be honest with you. What do you think I should do so you never try anything like that again?"

"I suppose you could put me in a cage like a wild animal and never let me out," she said looking at his face to see whether he would find that humorous.

"Yeah, well that would defeat the whole purpose for me buying you," Ben replied quite seriously. I need to be able to fuck you and have access to your body whenever I desire."

"Does that mean you love me?" she asked sarcastically.

"I don't know what it means but I know that I want you here with me."

Linda was taken aback by his candor. If she were a free woman she might want to be with Ben too, but she could not, would not accept a relationship as a slave. She said nothing in reply but she glanced nervously at him. Perhaps there still was a way to coerce him into giving her the freedom she desired. It would take time she knew from the start.

"Get yourself cleaned up, Ben ordered. You can come and fix something for us to eat in a little while. Hurry."

Ben left her alone again wondering whether he had said too much. He had been swept up in the emotions of the long evening and felt like he needed to tell her how he felt. Foolishness perhaps. Would this weaken his position in matters of obedience and discipline?

As he entered his home he heard the unfamiliar ring of the burner phone, still in his pocket. Damn, he was supposed to destroy that as soon as he could. He debated whether to answer but saw that it was Smith so he figured he's better.

"Hello?" he answered.

"Ben my boy, you are going to be the death of me yet. Just on a hunch I called your old number and here you are. Why isn't this phone in a thousand pieces?"

"Um, things ran kinda late last night and I'm just getting around to things like that now," he replied with sweat forming on his forehead.

"Dammit Ben! You have to follow directions better than that or we'll have to come and take care of both you and your slave. Do you want that Ben?"

"No, Sir," Ben answered sweating profusely now. "I'll smash and burn it after we hang up. I promise."

"First get the number from my new phone here to program into your new phone, Ben."

"Yes, Sir."

"Now, how's our little escape artist? Have you punished her yet?"

"Um, no, Sir but I plan on doing it this morning."

"Get it done, Ben! Tell me what you have in store for the naughty little princess."

"I haven't decided yet, Sir. I don't want to go overboard you know."

"Ben, have you got any idea what you have there at your ranch? It turns out she is part of a family who are well-connected and rich. She's on the news frequently; a real media darling. They have offered a one hundred thousand dollar reward for information leading to her rescue. Do you suppose that might have a few vigilantes out looking for her? Did anyone see her before you recaptured her?"

"Just a few people at a convenience store and gas station last night...but they didn't get a good look at her, I don't think. No one seemed to care about rescuing her anyway."

"Oh great Ben! This just keeps getting better and better. You want an idea for her punishment; I suggest hanging her by her ankles and break her feet so she can't go anywhere without a wheelchair! Give her one for me too!"

"That seems a little extreme, Sir."

"I'll tell you what's extreme Ben; bringing down this entire operation over one careless idiot! You better lie low and hope upon hope that no reports about seeing her surface from your area. At least she's far away from her home in New England. You make damn sure she can't run away again or both of you will need to disappear without a trace!" Click

Ben felt panic stricken. Everything had seemed to perfect and easy. Now god knows who was pissed at him and now it sounded like he could go down with his errant slave. He had never imagined that they would turn on him too. Great! Just fucking great! He'd have to do something drastic. She couldn't know about all the search efforts that were still ongoing in her abduction. 

Ben walked out to the barn and grabbed a five-pound hammer. He laid the burner phone on the anvil part of the bench vise and took out his frustration on it. He had to keep putting the parts back as they flew in all directions. When he was finished he swept the tiny pieces into a square scoop shovel, and then fired up a propane torch. He ran the blue flame over the pieces until they were burnt and melted beyond recognition. He then dug a small hole in the pasture behind the barn and buried it.

Ben went back into the casita to check in on Linda. She was dozing on the bed, tossing and turning. He sat down beside Linda causing her to wake with a start. She saw that he had been watching her as she slept and he smiled approvingly as he watched her sit up. 

"Good morning, Linda. Did you sleep well?"

"I'm still so tired" she replied, "but yes I think I did sleep well." 

"You know, you got both of us in a lot of hot water with your little adventure last night. The people that captured and sold you were not pleased to hear that you got out and were especially angry that other people saw you."

"I'm sorry that I got you in trouble too but you can't blame a girl for trying," she said with a sleepy voice as she yawned. "What do they want you to do with me?" she asked as she suddenly realized that there was more to the chain of command than just she and Ben.

"Oh, that's up to me as your owner," he said. "I've cooled down a bit from what I wanted to do to you when I saw my truck gone, but you're still in pretty deep shit. I'm pretty sure that you're still thinking that you're going to try something like that again, so don't insult me with a lie."

"Oh, no, Sir," she lied. "I will stay here as your obedient slave."

"You know, you don't even sound sincere when you say that," Ben responded. "I guess maybe I do have to do something bad enough to make you think twice about ever thinking of trying something like that again."

"Or you might just strengthen my resolve to get away too," she quipped back.

"I think that you believe that you can get away from me. Therefore, I think what you need is some harsh punishment every time you try until you know that every failure will result in terrible, prolonged pain for you. Maybe you need to be locked in the tin shed for several days out in the sun to feel how the heat takes away your strength and messes with your mind too."

She thought for a moment on how to best defuse this increasingly aggressive train of thought. She slipped off the side of the bed and got on her knees. Ben watched her as she moved gracefully in front of his knees. She ran her hands up his inner thighs. He didn't seem to mind the attention at all. She reached for his belt buckle and opened it. He sat and watched her moving like a slinky cat in front of him. She unfastened the button on his shorts and opened the zipper. 

Linda took hold of his shorts at his waist and pulled his shorts and underwear down to his knees. She stared into his eyes and then leaned down and placed his cock between her breasts. She titty-fucked him until he was throbbing. She opened and placed her mouth around his now erect cock. Ben did not say anything or resist. Instead he just laid back, his arms behind him supporting his weight on his hands while Linda pleasured him. She stroked his balls as she skillfully pleasured him. It didn't take long before he came. He grabbed her by the hair and pushed her back so his ejaculate coated her face. She closed her eyes as his cum slowly dripped from her eyelids. 

"I really enjoyed that but you aren't getting off the hook that easily," he said calmly. "Here, let me rub that into your skin. It's supposed to be good for you."

Linda tilted her head back as she remained in a kneeling position on the floor in front of Ben. The stroking of his fingers over her face felt gentle and not like a man who intended to do her harm. She could read from his behavior that he was having trouble deciding how to punish her. She had the feeling that whoever had threatened him was expecting retribution but Ben had to decide what would be appropriate. The more she pleasured him the more Ben was torn about her punishment. She certainly was good at manipulating men Ben thought as he moaned with pleasure.



Broken Ch. 10



Madi stifled a giggle as Dimitri squeezed her knee beneath the table. The past few weeks had been perfection. Dimitri was patient with her, and sweet and funny as ever. She looked at him, slapping at him playfully. Sure, she had her moments where she could do nothing but cry, she had woken him up to come keep her company at 3 am more than once, but he was still there, and he hadn't raised his voice or a fist once, even though she might have deserved it. He looked to her as she slapped his shoulder gently, leaning in to press his nose into her ear and whisper.

"Psych is cancelled today. Jim told me this morning, I have a surprise for you after this." She giggled, turning to him and raising an eyebrow. 

"Madi, Dimitri, work." The professor shot a watchful eye in their direction, causing them to snicker and return to their research. The rest of class passed quickly and no sooner was it over than Dimitri had settled Madi in his car and was speeding in the direction of the highway.

"Where are we going?" She giggled, opening her window and looking out. The weather was warming now, although the melting snow turned the streets into a muddy mess, the clear skies and the warm sun were a welcome change of pace. It seemed that even on the worse days it could make her smile, and right now, with Dimitri, she was absolutely beaming. He watched her from the corner of his eye, it was nice to see her like this, sure, she had moments. But he was willing to deal with them if it meant getting to see her smile like this.

"It's a surprise, Miss Highwood." She sighed, sinking back into the seat and slipping off her shoes to curl into a ball. She closed her eyes, content to concentrate on the way the sun warmed her face. She felt Dimitri's large hand wrap around her own and she sighed, squeezing softly. 

Forty-five minutes later, Madi had drifted to sleep. Dimitri smiled to himself as he pulled into the bed and breakfast. He had made sure to double check with all of Madi's professors, thank God they had most of their classes together, the beauty of having the same major. He had even managed to have Darren let him sneak in to pack her a bag. It was strange to be going to such extremes for a girl. It wasn't that he wasn't a nice guy, in truth he had often been called one, but even for him, this seemed over the top. He pulled into a parking space, tempted to let her sleep a few moments longer, but she began to stir all on her own. She stretched and groaned, slowly opening her eyes to look around. "Where are we?" Her voice was still raspy with sleep, he loved the sound. She was so cute when she was sleepy. He couldn't help but lean across the consule and kiss her. His lips barely brushed hers and he could feel her smile. "mmm..but where are we?"

"On a long weekend, don't worry, I cleared it with everyone who matters." He grinned, stepping out of the car and walking around to open her door. He offered her hand as help while stepping out before grabbing their bags.

"Hey, that's my suitcase." Her voice was playful, a giggle at the end of the sentence. He grinned, throwing both over his shoulder in one hand before wrapping his free hand around one of hers. They made their way inside and checked in quickly before heading up to their bedroom. The room wasn't especially huge, but the sliding glass doors for the balcony faced west towards the woods and further in the distance, the mountains. The bed was large, and comfortable looking, along with large leather chairs and a luxurious bathroom. "Dimitri... this is...amazing." She grinned as he dropped the bags, reaching out for his hand to watch the early afternoon light play against the budding forest. He sighed, standing behind her and wrapping his arms around her ribs before resting his chin on the top of her head.

"Madi..." He sighed, kissing her temple, "do you like it?" The words came in a gentle whisper, it made her knees almost weak, the way something so soft managed to come from a man with such a rugged appearance. She turned in his arms, looking up into his eyes.

"No." Her hands came to rest on his chest, eyes moving to them and then back up slowly, stopping on his lips, darting to his eyes and then back to his lips. Those eyes didn't move as she licked her lips, rising onto her tip toes to plant a soft kiss. "I love it. Thank you."

He was grinning from ear to ear, something she loved to see. He pulled her closer for a moment, leaning in to nibble at her ear as he rubbed her back, sinking his fingertips into her muscles as best he could. She rose to her toes once more, his tight grip helping to balance her as she feathered kisses along his neck. Eyes fell shut as he groaned against her hair, her teeth teasing his flesh with the help of her tongue and lips.

His hand rose from her back, sliding around her neck and to her chin, his thumb grazing her lower lip before he pressed his mouth to hers. The kiss began with sweetness and ended with fire, the hand on her lower back pulling her pelvis tightly against his as they searched each other's mouths. Arms wound around his neck holding him close as she teased his tongue. Damn, she was good at this. He felt her fingers in his hair, those nails skimming his scalp, making him moan. The rumbling forced a wavering breath to push past her nostrils, the warm air brushing past his cheek. That was all he could take, hands quickly made their way under her ass, lifting her. Legs quickly encircled his waist as he carried her to the bed. He sat, landing with her in his lap, the kiss continuing.

Teeth tugged at her lower lip, she pulled back playfully before going back in for another kiss. She could feel his fingertips massaging her back as he pulled her close, lying back as she unraveled her legs from around his waist. She groaned as he rolled his hips up against hers, breaking the kiss to look down into his eyes. He was smiling, his eyes only half open, his lips red and moist from the friction of kissing. A hand rose to smooth her hair, pulling her head down against his chest as his free fingers danced over the back of her shirt. "Sorry..." He chuckled, his voice raspy with lust, "It's just too easy to get carried away with you." She sighed contently, lifting her face to litter his neck with gentle kisses. His laughter continued. "Madi, what am I going to do with you? You're ruining my whole plan for you."

"Plan?" She lifted her head, waggling her eyebrows. He laughed, kissing her softly, before grunting as he pushed her weight off of him and onto the mattress. He rolled onto his feet, quickly moving towards his bag as Madi lay on her side and watched.

"Lay on your stomach and close your eyes." She considered refusing, but it was so hard to say no to that smile, those pearly whites and single dimple were too perfect. Why would she do anything that would risk making it go away? She gave in, laying down and closing her eyes. She jumped a bit at the feeling of his hands beneath her shirt, warm and slick. She sighed audibly.

"Mmmm.. you're good at secret plans.." The scent of the oil drifting towards her nostrils. "Almond? How did you know?" He just chuckled, leaning down to nip at her ear.

"Take off your shirt, then lie down, close your eyes and just relax." He whispered. She grinned, sitting up and slipping out of her shirt and unsnapping her bra before lying back down. He grinned at her bare skin, soft, pale and warm. Fingers moved over her back, stopping on knots until they dissolved beneath his fingers. Tiny moans and groans broke from her throat, and then silence, he laughed to himself as he watched her ribcage expand and contract, she was asleep. He grinned, leaning down to kiss her cheek. Things were falling right into place. 

He sighed, moving into the bathroom to clean his hands, running a warm bath. He waited until it was full to wake Madi, helping her to her feet and guiding her into the bathroom. Her bra hung on her shoulders, she looked disheveled, but beautiful nonetheless. She smiled as she saw the full tub, tuning to face him before rising to her tip toes once more and kiss him. Tiny fingers worked on the buttons of his shirt as he used his fingertips to gently tug the straps of her bra off of her shoulder. She broke the kiss gently, stepping away from him before taking a deep breath. Her eyes watched his as she let the bra fall to the floor, her rosy nipples hardening as the cool air hit her breast. Hands trailed downwards then, her teeth sinking into her lower lip as fingertips unsnapped the button of her jeans and tugged down the zipper. This would be the first time she would let him see this much of her, she hesitated for a moment at the thought of the scars on her thighs before slowly pulling down the jeans and stepping out of them.

His eyes went wide as she stripped down to nothing more than a pair of hot pink cotton briefs. Tongue snuck out to wet his lips. Her curvy torso gave way to shapely legs, smooth and freshly shaved. He watched patiently, as she hooked her thumbs in the waist of those panties, pushing them down her legs before casting them aside. Her teeth were still in her lower lip as she looked to him. He was so still, so quiet, she couldn't help but let out a heavy, shaky sigh. His eyes moved over her body and back to her eyes. She was nervous, and blushing. It was sweet, almost virginal. He stepped closer, closing the gap between them before kissing her again. He broke the kiss only to whisper to her, "My turn." He grinned mischievously, stepping away once more before shrugging off his shirt. He chuckled as her eyes dropped from his face to his torso.

Hands moved to unbutton his jeans, making quick work of pulling off both them and his boxer briefs before casting them aside. Madi blinked, looking back into his face. He was... large, and well-trimmed, and quickly hardening in the face of his own exposure. He smiled, stepping forward and taking her hand to help her in the tub. He leaned over to whisper as her toes first hit the water. "Beautiful." She blushed a deep shade of crimson that overtook not only her face, but her neck and chest as well. He stepped in behind her, sinking beneath the water so she could sit and lean back against him. Head rolled back on his shoulder as his arms encircled her ribs, hands moving up and down over her stomach and back up to graze the bottoms of her breasts, lips tugging at her ear. She could feel his erection pressed against her back.

"Mmmm... I like this." He grinned at her statement, craning his neck to press his lips against hers. Fingertips emerged from the water with a soft splashing sound, rising to tease her nipples before palms pressed against her mounds, massaging gently. She gasped softly, back arching to press her breasts against his hands. She moaned, heat radiating through her body, a familiar ache nagging at her between her thighs. "mmm.. Dimitri..." his name was mumbled, her eyes shut as a hand wove around her back, wrapping itself around his member to squeeze gently. He found he controlled her hands movement in speed and intensity, her grip tightening and loosing along with his, her movement speeding and slowing in time. Slowly he let one hand fall from her breast, sliding down her torso, and under the water, between her legs. Fingertips massaged those lower lips, forcing a groan from her mouth. 

He grinned, lips fluttering over her jaw as he reached for the soap, gently lathering her breasts, shoulders and neck as he continued to play. Her breathing was getting heavy now, suds covered breasts heaving. He was feeling wicked, he withdrew his hands slowly, met by a whimper, her hand moving to try and hold his in place. He chuckled, "Somebody's a horny girl, huh?" He nodded to himself. "Calm down, kitten, we have all weekend." She was frustrated but strangely, even more aroused. Hand squeezed determinedly as she continued to stroke him, massaging as she moved, She felt his strong grip on her wrist, pulling her hand from him. "Just wait, I promise you won't regret it." 

She pouted, "But Dimitri, you got me all horny," her little hand tugged his towards her aching center, "please, touch me." This was the Madi he had always known she could be, this is what had lay beneath the surface of those eyes. The most beautiful container for lust he had ever seen. And it wasn't just her animalistic hunger for him, either, it was the way she seemed to come alive whenever passion engulfed her. Whether it was her begging for his touch, or defending her point with an iron will and a razor sharp rational. That fire in her belly crept into her eyes, made them glitter with a certain type of youthful energy. She was passionate for politics and social welfare and justice and goofing off and...and him...

Madi gasped as Dimitri grabbed her chin roughly and kissed her with ferocity. Somewhere in the back of her mind fear sparked off but was quickly pushed aside by the feeling of the velvet of his tongue against hers. She was lost in his lips and teeth and tongue and his wet skin against hers. The water of the tub lapping against her body as she carefully turned, knees bending over his thighs as he slid forward, giving her feet space to rest behind him.

Pressed chest to chest in the tub, his erection teasing her as it sat between their bellies. Arms tangled as they clung to eachother, kissing almost desperately, kissing as though they weren't sure whether it was the first or the last time. Lips only broke for gasping breaths before diving back into eachother. This was not tender or neat. It was the sloppiness of madness. Tears spilled down her cheeks as it overwhelmed her, the feel of being genuinely wanted, desperately needed. Finally knowing what a kiss like this felt like, heat radiating straight to her fingertips and toenails. She wanted, no, she needed to feel him inside her. She ached, velvet walls pulsating, begging to swallow him whole. To be connected to him in the most intimate of positions, to let him see her in her most reckless moments as she gasped for air. There was no time for full, coherent sentences.

"Get...me...out...of....here...and..in...bed...I...need...you." It was a whisper almost angry in it's frustration. He made quick work of getting to his feet while simultaneously lifting her. It was amazing he had managed to keep his balance in the tub. The fervor of their kisses carried them back to bed as Dimitri collapsed atop her.

This was not how Dimitri had planned things. He had wanted to worship her body, to let her know there was more to them then raw passion. But right now it seemed raw passion was all that mattered, fingertips dipped between them, landing on warm, slick lips, barely covered by silky curls. He groaned as he dipped a finger inside her, those muscles contracting around him, pulling him deeper. Slowly he broke the kiss. The moment was upon them. A hand rose to move hair off her face, eyes locked on hers. She was wearing that face, with teeth sunk into her lower lip, holding in a gigantic smile. Her hand moved to his neck, a thumb running along his jawline as she gave him silent permission.

Hips rose before she felt the delicious pressure, the ache cured by the spreading of her insides. A squeak escaped her throat as she wrapped her body around him, body rolling to meet his strokes as he left and entered her repeatedly. Her senses were alive, every nerve ending tingling as the sound, scent, touch, taste of him made her sizzle at her core. And then it struck, white lightening firing behind her eyes, an uncontrollable tensing. She clung to him as she let out a gutteral scream. He had never experienced anything like it. Every inch of his body in a vice grip as she shook beneath him, squeaks and gasps barely shaped into words as she lost control over herself. She imagined that this was what heroin had to feel like. This was the closest thing to ecstacy she could hope to know. She wanted it forever. Teeth sunk into his shoulder as she tried desperately to get control over herself.

It was all he could take, his pumping becoming erratic before her buried himself inside her, shuddering as his release drained him. The explosion of warm wetness set off another tremble within Madi's body. He couldn't believe the way she gasped and shuddered even as he lay atop her slowly going limp. Just the slightest movement against her lower half and she was convulsing, massaging. Lips fell against hers gently. "I think we need another bath." Her voice was lower than usual, with that rasp. Her chest heaving first towards and then away from him. He couldn't help but chuckle.

"How about a nap first, baby?" He nuzzled her cheek, letting his head fall onto her breast as he closed his eyes. She nodded, barely able to throw an arm over his back. She was drained, completely unable to even formulate a thought other than what had just occurred. She grinned like a Cheshire cat as she drifted to sleep.



Broken Ch. 11



Madi awoke with a smile on her face, Dimitri's body still atop hers. A content sigh pushed past her lips before she pressed them to the top of his head, fingertips lazily moving along his spine.

And then, an explosion of sound as the door flew open. Madi watched in horror as an enraged Karl walked through the door, his eyes glued to the scene before him. She tried to scream, but her vocal chords seemed frozen by her fear. She tried to shake Dimitri awake, but she couldn't move.

He walked over slowly, looking over her, she could see him turning over what he viewed in his head.

"Look at you, whore. Pressed underneath some boy whose prettier than you are," He laughed that condescending laugh she knew so well, the one that pre-empted an outburst. "I don't know what's worse, the fact you're dumb enough to believe he wants you, or the fact that you thought I wouldn't find out."

She wanted to run, or scream. She wanted to be brave and pummel him, but she was frozen to the spot. Tears streamed down her cheeks as Karl revealed the revolver, cocking it, and then the sound of the bullet being freed ripped through her ear drums. She screamed, struggling to move, but something held her in place.

Dimitri woke to a scream and Madi's thrashing. He sat up quickly, freeing her movement before shaking her awake. Eyes went wide, falling on him before she burst into tears, arms flying wildly around his waist.

He wished he had been surprised. A strange thought, wishing that something had been surprising. His arms encircled her readily, rocking her softly. Too many times had Madi's nightmares woken them both, causing perfectly beautiful situations to spiral into chaos. "Shhhh... you're okay, baby." He always tried his best to be soothing, though he was beginning to wonder if he was capable of helping her by himself. She needed more, but what?

"No... no.. Dimitri....he, he...he..." Her hands were searching his torso, and then her head lifted to look into his face, "you're..you're okay." There was an odd mix of relief and surprise in her eyes.

He chuckled, he couldn't help it. His lips fell to kiss her forehead, "Of course I'm okay. In fact, I'm wonderful, except having the most perfect nap of my life disturbed."

He caught the guilt in her eyes as her face fell. She was wearing thin on him, or maybe she had finally given him what he wanted. The thought bounced around in her head, echoing inbetween her ears. SHe could feel the tears forming as strong fingers lifted her chin.

"Whatever you're thinking, stop it. Now." His eyes were fixed on hers, his voice demanding. "You are wonderful, and beautiful, and that was a bad joke." She nodded, letting him kiss her softly before she lay down with her head on his thigh. He sighed, stroking her hair softly and leaning back against the headboard and shutting his eyes. His patience was beginning to wear. Not so much in terms of the nightmares, more in terms of her insecurity. He couldn't understand why she couldn't believe him. Even with everything she'd been through, didn't his endless tolerance, all his attempts at being as perfect as possible, didn't they have any effect at all?

"Dimitri?" The tiniest of her voice barely pushed its way through the sea of thoughts that had overtaken his mind.

"Yes?" He sighed, still petting her head, twisting her curls.

"Thank you." The words caught him offguard. He blinked and swallowed, looking down at her.

"You don't need to thank me," He waited a moment before making his best guess, "I'm enjoying this weekend as much as you are, baby, maybe more."

"No... I mean... for dealing with this. I know I'm not the easiest person to be around, and you've real--"

"Stop, baby, you don't need to-"

"No, I need to." She sat up, pulling the sheets around herself as eyes settled on his. "Dimitri, I know I can be handful. I have my moments where I'm certifiably insane, and I doubt you, and I cry uncontrollably and everything else and--"

"Just sto--" A hand moved to cover his lips, her eyes pleading. He quieted quickly, the moment seemed somber.

"Dimitri, after Karl, I promised myself I wouldn't be with anyone else. I said I wasn't going to let this happen. But you, I just couldn't help myself, I never stopped to think about it, I was never afraid. And that means a lot to me. You mean a lot to me. And I'm sorry I'm the way I am, but I can't help it." She stopped rather suddenly, sniffling and looking away. She wasn't saying something. His hand rose to her cheek and he smiled as she leaned into his cheek. He was without words, unsure of what you said to that. Instead, he wrapped his arms around her and hauled her close, holding her tight and kissing the top of her head. He swallowed hard before speaking, how did you explain that you were in love with a girl so shattered?

"Madi..." he cleared his throat, licking his lips before going on, "Madi..." he kissed the top of her head. "I can't help myself with you, either." SHe half-smiled as she looked up at him, brushing her lips against his softly. The kiss in return was equally gentle. He smiled against her lips, before pulling away from her slowly, eyes opening to search hers.

Those green eyes swirled with emotion. It seemed as though she was feeling everything at once, she was having trouble biting back the words that were about to spill off of her tongue. Not now, too soon, he'll run. Don't make him run, you want to keep this one. SHe sighed, kissing him again, arms encircling his neck as she moved to straddle his lap. Hands immediately fell to knead the round of her ass, making her moan softly. He couldn't help but smile, all he wanted was to hear her make those sounds, to see her smile. Gently he lay her back, supporting his weight on his elbows above her as he graced her lips with only the most gentle of kisses.

Never had he had the desire to kiss with his eyes open, but now he couldn't seem to break his stare. Eyes were locked as lips barely touched. The feather light kisses sending shivers up Madi's spine. There was something about the way he looked at her. The intensity in his eyes made it impossible to close her own. 

Slowly he pulled himself away from that mouth to bury his face in her neck. He grinned as she squirmed at his nipping and teasing, hands moving over his back and shoulders. She loved the feel of his muscles moving beneath his skin. They were such a stark contrast, the tanned skin of his chiseled torso against the softness of her own ivory skin. Wild auburn hair compared to his raggedy mixture of brown and sunkissed blond. And this beautiful boy seemed to be loving every moment of being near her. She quickly corrected the thought, this beautiful boy did love every moment of being near her. The thought was met with those kisses drifting ever lower, finding her breasts. A hand rose to tease one globe, his mouth closing over the other nipple. He sucked, nibbled and licked as she squirmed and moaned beneath him. Her body rolled to meet him, her breathing ragged. God, was she sensitive. 

He moved a hand to cup her cheek, groaning when he felt her face turn, her mouth wrapping around his thumb to suck gently. Teeth nibbled, tongue swirled. And then she was pushing him onto his back with a wicked grin. He allowed it, grinning up at her above him on all fours, breasts dangling above his chest, teeth sunken in her lower lip. Mischief glittered in those khaki eyes. She bent, kissing him softly, her nipples barely teasing the flesh of his chest, his member brought back to life quickly by the sensation of her nearness. Arms rose to wrap around her and pull her close, only to be grabbed by the wrist and pressed above his head. A smirk curled her lips, "No touching, mister." He grinned at her naughtiness, letting her do as she pleased.

Slowly she ran her fingertips down the inside of his arms. Moments like this made her wish she had the nails that being a guitarist had long ago banished. Lips fell to his neck, parting to wet his skin with her tongue before teeth tugged that flesh into the depths of her mouth. She sucked gently, careful not to leave a mark before trailing lower. Wet kisses covered his chest, stopping momentarily to pay attention to his nipples before sinking lower still. She made it as far as his belly button, stopping to dip her tongue inside, before he thought he could take no more. He was glad she had reached her destination, or so he hoped.

Mouth found the junction of his thigh and pelvis, kissing softly. He groaned at the tease, the breath from her nose tickling his core. "Oh God..." He felt a twitch. He was painfully hard, fingers buried themselves in her hair, tugging softly. He was slightly surprised by her own groan, the vibration of her lips just above the inside of his knee was delightful. He tugged once more, making Madi groan again. Head lifted, eyes meeting his as she licked her lips greedily. She moved back up a bit, letting her breathing tickle him for a moment before her tongue snuck out to touch the tip of his head. He gasped, sucking air through his teeth as his grip in her hair tightened. Tongue bathed him in warm wetness, alternated with the cool stream of air from her mouth, and then suddenly, he was engulfed in her.

Eyes went wide as he looked down, Madi had almost his full length within the confines of her mouth and she was sucking like...like...like a hoover. He groaned loudly, removing one hand from her hair to wrap a fist around the blankets. She began to bob, using an arm to support her weight as her other hand massaged.

He groaned, resisting the urge to grab her head and slam his hips against her face. As though reading his mind she began working faster, taking him deeper into her throat. His blood boiled, his member twitching, if only he could hold out for another few minutes. Suddenly she backed off, perhaps she had felt the twitch too. She grinned, moving up his body to kiss him sloppily, wiggling her hips above him. She was teasing him, toying with him. He grinned, she was a wild girl, all right. Deliciously frustrating.

She dipped low just then, the tip of him just barely parting her outer lips. He groaned at the slick heat, hands trying to force her hips lower. Her refusal was all he could take, arm wrapped around her waist as he rolled quickly, making her squeak and giggle. He caught both her wrists in one hand with ease, pressing them above her head.

"You think you're the only one who knows how to tease?" He grinned playfully, leaning down to rub the scruffy beginnings of his beard against her cheek, his free hand lightly tickling her side. "Oh, are you going to get it, lil miss mischief." She giggled that whole-hearted laugh. The one that came from her core. The one that made him feel like she was a kettle of joy boiling over. He settled himself between her thighs, barely moving his hips, teasing her lips with his tip, not daring to push hard enough to actually enter her. Occasionally, he'd nudge her clit ever so softly. She groaned and whimpered, trying to push her hips up to meet his. Unfortunately, he was quicker, withdrawing in time. 

"mmmm...Dimitri... please..." There was that begging again. He sighed, kissing her softly as he continued to tease.

"please what?"

"I need you..."

"You need me to do what?" He grinned as her already flushed cheeks turned an even deeper crimson. Suddenly shy? It made him chuckle. "Come on, baby." He allowed himself to slide within her for just a minute, making her gasp. "What do you want?"

That was all she could take, she ached inside, those muscles begging for the excercise that was sure to ensue. "Please, Dimitri..." It seemed as though she were struggling for the right words. She didn't want to say them, they were so corny. So... ridiculous. "Make love to me." He groaned, that was what they were doing. He hadn't thought of it before that moment. This wasn't just sex, this was being inside Madi, connected to her completely. He rushed to fill her. Slamming the entirety of his length inside of her with so much force it made her bounce. Arms and legs quickly moved to encircle him as she kissed him. 

He stayed in that position for long moments, finally breaking the kiss to begin a slow rhythm, eyes glued to hers. Her face was so expressive. The entire spectrum of emotions playing in those eyes. 

He was inside her, he fit so perfectly there. Never had sex been quite like this. Madi had always enjoyed it but this was different. Suddenly she realized that she had never loved Karl at all, or anyone else for that matter. Tears rushed to her eyes, hands pulling his lips to hers quickly as she kissed him, her tongue forcing his lips open to find his own. He groaned at the fire in her kiss. If there was ever a person she wanted, it was him. And right now they were the same person. Every nerve tingled, and then that white lightening again. She squealed through a body rocking orgasm, Dimitri holding still inside her. Not that moving would have been easy with the bear grip Madi held him in. For a little girl, she sure could turn herself into a vice.

After what seemed like an eternity her body relaxed once more, Dimitri beginning again. It seemed to go on for hours, Dimitri bringing her to a screaming climax time and time again, stopping and starting. They rolled from one end of the bed to the other. Finally, Madi found herself atop him. She bounced quickly, kneading her own breasts and groaning. She was a sweat slick goddess, hair the wildest mess he had ever seen, pale skin flushed pink, fingers expertly massaging her chest.

The view was the end of him, as his spine arched, forcing him deeper inside her as he spilled his heat inside her. She collapsed atop him, quivering, his arms numb. They both panted for air, minds unable to form sentences.

Dimitri was the first to speak, "Madi....wow." It was all he could manage and she giggled. He gently tugged the covers over them once more before drifting off without bothering to move, Madi's tiny body covering his torso, his member slowly going limp and sliding from her. 



Broken Ch. 12



Dimitri waited impatiently on his couch, the entire apartment was spotless, even his sock drawer was organized. At the moment he couldn't concentrate well enough to do any schoolwork. It was nearly four o'clock now, and Madi hadn't called him all day. He couldn't help but worry for her, he was anxious and he wasn't even the one who had to stand in front of a jury and recount a night that made his blood boil. He had thought vaguely of cooking Madi dinner, but he knew that being so distracted he'd most likely burn everything and have to order in anyway.

"No news, buddy?" Dimitri looked up to his roommate, Ryan. He was glad that both people he lived with had been understanding and accommodating to the mess he had been the past few days. Madi had insisted on going alone, despite his numerous offers to accompany her. He could only imagine what a wreck he looked, sitting on the couch, unshowered, still in ratty sweat pants and a beat up Yankees tee. He hadn't shaved, either. The rough stubble had grown into a moderate beard.

"Naw, bro." Dimitri just shook his head and sighed, throwing his arms out to collapse into the back of the couch. He shot Ryan a look as he heard him chuckle. "What?"

"I've just never seen you like this. It's not like she's wandering the streets by herself, they're in the courthouse. The cops are there, if he tries anything, maybe they'll tase him." Dimitri couldn't help but laugh at that. He sighed and shook his head.

"I know, man. I just..." He trailed off, stopping himself. There was a substitution somewhere behind his tongue. "I just want her to be alright." Ryan nodded, standing and patting his shoulder before turning and walking out of the room.

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Madi settled behind the wheel of her car. It seemed like days were 30 hours long now. She didn't have the energy to sit there and watch Karl's act. He was a talented motherfucker, to say the least. He had fooled her once. He just sat there, head bowed, looking like a little boy caught with his hand in the cookie jar. Knuckles went white as she gripped the steering wheel and let out a guttural scream. Tears followed, head bowed as she sobbed into the leather. It was better to get it out now then to make Dimitri go through all this too.

He had been so sweet, but he looked exhausted and ragged as of late. He worried too much, she wasn't worth it. She felt selfish for keeping him at this point. The thought only made her sobs more intense, body shaking as pathetic sounds crept from her throat. Karl was right, she was useless, and petty, and stupid. She was dragging this wonderful boy down. It wasn't right. He didn't deserve to sit and worry, to lose sleep over something like her. What good was she? She breathed deeply, trying to calm herself. Dimitri would be waiting and her showing up upset would only worry him more.

She flipped down the visor mirror. It made her grimace, the way she looked. Eyes aqua against their red background, swollen. Thank G-d for being a stoner, she withdrew her visine, dropping each eye before taking a deep breath and turning the key in the ignition.

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Dimitri jumped when he heard the knock at the front door. For a moment he had thought about changing and shaving before she got there, she had commented on his appearance more than once over the past few days. He swung the door open. It always looked funny to him when she was actually dressed to be somewhere.

It wasn't that she didn't look adorable in her knee length skirt and the lightweight sweater, but she was so much more at home in a ripped pair of blue jeans and a t-shirt. He quickly backed up, letting her walk in. 

"How'd it go?" She looked as though she'd been crying. He hated to see her cry. It tore him up somewhere between the top and bottom of his throat, made his lungs burn. His words were eager, his eyes bright with genuine curiosity. She was being selfish, she sighed audibly, biting her lip before turning to look at him.

"It was fine, but I think I'm just gunna go home." She looked… distraught. It was the face that usually came right before she buried her face in his shoulder and cried. At least if she were going to cry, he could be the one to comfort her. The only thing that broke him up more than her being so hurt was the thought of her coping alone.

"Oh, um, do you mind if I ask why?" He looked so confused; he was trying not to be hurt. She didn't think she could do this, but she had to.

"I don't think we should see each other anymore, Dimitri. I'm sorry I wasted your time." She barely finished the sentence before the tears grabbed her throat. She pushed past him as he stood in shock. What the fuck? Why wasn't he chasing after her? Why couldn't he move? He saw the blur of Ryan emerging from his room but his voice was muddled, as though they were under water. He felt him shake his shoulder, but he couldn't respond. His throat was so dry.

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Madi managed to make it home without crashing the car, although it was just barely. She quickly scurried into her bed, wrapping herself around a pillow and biting back tears. The bed still smelled like him, she could imagine just where he had been lying when they woke up in the morning. She had promised herself she wouldn't feel this again. She couldn't breathe as she felt her heart ripping apart in her chest. The silent tears that fell down her cheeks were more a reaction to the intense pain then the earlier events. She had done the right thing, though, and that was what was important. 

She didn't know how long she had been asleep, but she stirred slowly, her body cold from the lack of another body in her bed. She sat up slowly, rolling to face away from the wall; sad to realize it hadn't just been a dream. Eyes fell on Dimitri's picture, a hand swatting at it, the sound of glass shattering making her jump.

She rose, stretching and heading towards the bathroom, taking a detour into the kitchen for a glass of water. Darren saw her from the front of the house. He shook his head and sighed. "Madi, girl, come in here." She sighed, Darren. Just what she wanted to hear now, some jackass shit or stupid joke. She loved him but sometimes she just wasn't in the mood. She slowly walked into the kitchen, leaning against the door's frame and looking at him. "Dimitri's been by like five times and when I told him you were still asleep he didn't want to disturb you. He says he's sorry for anything he did that hurt you, and to call him. That's all I'm going to say. But, really, call him. You don't look any happier than he does." She just stood there, looking at the floor as she ran her fingertip around the bottom of her glass. "If you're gunna break a guy's heart he should at least know why." He stood then, walking back into his bedroom, leaving her alone to contemplate his words. 

He couldn't understand, and Dimitri would just make her believe she was doing the wrong thing when she knew better. Sure, he thought he wanted to be with her, but if he really knew her, he'd run. Someday, when he was married to some gorgues blonde number in a big house in the suburbs, he would thank her. Really, she knew he would. And as for her…. Well, some people just didn't deserve to be happy. Maybe she had been shitty to someone in her past life.

Loneliness swelled somewhere in her chest and she could only sigh to relieve the pressure. She fought the tears, and then gave in. She was too tired to go through the effort of constructing her mask. Feet carried her into the bathroom, quickly undressing and flipping on the shower's spray to something just short of scalding. Madi curled up in a ball on the bathtub floor and sobbed, letting the water turn her hair into a wet mess that hid her face. Slowly the tub filled, bad piping left the plumbing in her apartment somewhere between entirely worthless and less than mediocre. Her razor floated between her legs and a gasp broke through her sobs. Should she? Could she? She had abandoned that so long ago.

She sighed, lifting the razor to her thigh and pressing down. Sudden calm engulfed her as the sting radiated up her spine. The water surrounding her turned pink as she made a few more choice cuts and watched herself bleed. She could breathe again without it hurting. She would get past this, just like everything else, as long as she could find this place, this trance. She watched as her melancholy spun above the drain, a hand rising to cut the water as she lifted herself from the tub.



Broken Ch. 13



Friday night found Dimitri at the bar and absolutely miserable. He stared through the amber in his glass down to the marred surface of the bar. It had seen better days, hell, he had seen better days. He lifted the glass taking a long gulp, sighing as it provided no relief. Ryan had drug him out, despite all his protests. He just wanted to be alone. And he swore, if one more twig with stick straight hair and enough make up to choke on made another suggestion he might just lose it.

Just then, something familiar came into the edge of Dimitri's sight. He turned and sighed. Madi. She seemed happy as ever, wild curls ends bouncing just below the middle of her back, body wrapped up in jeans with wide flares below the knee and a wifebeater, her standard. She pounded one shot and then another before nodding to the tender and stumbling back towards the pool table. She was... wasted. Absolutely obliterated. He watched as she bumped her way through the crowd, arriving at the jukebox to make her selection. 

It happened so quickly Dimitri could barely believe it was real. One hand yanked Madi from the other man's grasp as the other pushed him away. He pulled her close, his lips dropping to her ear. "Are you alright?" She simply nodded. He knew the look in her eyes, the jerking movement had shaken up all that alcohol in her. For the first time, she was realizing just how drunk she was. "Let's get you home." Another nod. He held her hand tightly as he led her out of the bar into the fresh air. Just the smell of the crisp spring air made the greenness in her cheeks fade a bit.

Her head was swimming, she was horribly drunk and, and he was still holding her hand. She stumbled, zig-zagging across the pavement. Oh G-d, there was no way she was making it the 8 blocks to her own house. She stopped, looking up at Dimitri and stumbling backward a bit as she tilted her head upward. She was such a dumb ass. That was the only conclusion she could come to right now. She wanted to be selfish. She wanted to lock him up and keep him as her own forever, even if she wasn't good for him. He turned to look down at her.

"You okay, Lady?" She smiled. It was pretty tonight. An almost full moon made a white halo of light that reflected off his hair, the buzzing of the orange streetlights and the muffled sound of music from a house party. She swallowed hard, trying to a take a step forward and instead nearly falling into Dimitri. He chuckled, wrapping his arms around her to steady her, his head canting to look into her face. Being so close was all she could take, arms encircled his neck, tugging his face to her own as she kissed him.

Dimitri groaned, squeezing her closer still as he found her mouth again. She tasted like red bull and vodka, and maybe some jaeger? Slowly he broke the kiss and looked into her face. "Madi..." his hand rose to cup her cheek, his thumb beginning to move against her temple as she leaned into his touch, forcing a sigh from his throat. "I can't do that, not now. You're too drunk." She bit her lip and looked at the ground, unsure whether to be insulted or flattered. "Madi?" Her eyes rose to his face once more. She was being awful, wasn't she? "Do you wanna crash on my couch and I'll help you out with your hang over in the morning?" He chuckled, his arm still around her back, his free hand smoothing her hair, eyes locked on hers. Lips fell to brush against hers gently. He felt like total scum, taking advantage of her when she was vulnerable like this. Things would probably be the same, or maybe even worse than before, in the morning. 

"Dimitri?" He looked at her, waiting for her answer. "Could I... could I sleep with you instead of the couch? I.. I just haven't been sleeping right all week." Despite the slurring and the drop off at the end, he thought he heard her correctly.

"You can sleep where ever you want."

"Okay." As she spoke he reluctantly loosened his grip on her, his fingertips sliding across her lower back and over her forearm until his hand found hers once more. From there the walk was relatively quiet, except for when Madi stumbled on bits of uneven sidewalk. How he managed to get her up the front stairs without lifting her was a mystery, and he smiled when she immeadiately moved to collapse on the crappy swing sweat he and Ryan had invested in on a trip to the local Walmart. She patted the seat next to herself in a sloppy movement. "Come sit? It's pretty out." He smiled, he couldn't say no to that voice, sleepy and childlike. He settled his weight gently, wrapping an arm around her shoulder out of habit. Before he could realize his action and correct it her head on his shoulder. "Dimitri?"

"Yes, Ms. Madi?" His head fell to rest against hers as eyes gazed out from beneath the roof out into the inky black sky, punctuated by the glitter of white blue stars. 

"Would you want me if I were crazy?" He blinked, lifting his head to look down at her.

"What do you mean? Haven't you always been crazy?" The words were playful, a chuckle bubbling from his chest. She lifted her head, the tone of her eyes more serious than he had expected.

"I mean, Dimitri, I'm. Dimitri, I'm bad for you. I make you worry and eventually I'll make you angry and you'll see that I'm not what you thought I was and you'll—" The words were coming so fast he could barely make sense of them, and in truth, even once he figured out what she was saying, he couldn't really understand the meaning. He silenced her by pressing his lips against hers, hands cradling her face as he tried to control the urge to grab her and not let go.

She lost her train of thought, then, lost in the feeling of his mouth. Wet heat and the rough scratching of his stubble against her chin. She pulled away reluctantly, eyes slowing opening to look up into his. Her voice was soft and serious, though her pronounciation made it difficult not to laugh. "Dimitri, I only left because... I love you, and you deserve to be happy." She bit her lip, bowing her head as she realized that she had just let it all out. His mind raced for a moment, processing the nonsense.

"Madi," he lifted her chin with a finger, forcing her to look at him as he spoke. "What do you mean? I'm happy when I'm with you." She sighed, he couldn't understand.

"Dimitri, I ruin good boys. Something about me. I'm just bad and I guess it's contagious. Everything I touch turns to shit. I don't want that for you. I want you to be happy and healthy, I want you—" He silenced her with yet another kiss, this one more insistent, his tongue playing against hers.

"Madi, look at me." She looked at his request, her eyes on his. "I don't know if this is Karl or someone else speaking here, but it most certainly isn't you. You are smart, and beautiful, and funny, and passionate, and, and fucking amazing in the sack." She giggled and blushed. "I love you. You haven't turned anything to shit, Madi. You've just been there by some unfortunate accident." She shook her head, tears stinging her eyes.

"Dimitri, if I do this, I don't know what will happen if I lose you again. I don't know if my heart can break again and survive." He sighed. He remembered words like those. Hands pulled Madi close, rubbing her back as she cried into his shoulder. It was Natalie who had said them. The thought of his cousin made tears sting his own eyes. It had been around this time four years ago when they had found her dead in her apartment, beaten to death by a man she was too afraid to live without. Suddenly he gripped Madi tighter. He would protect her. She would be alright.

"Stay, Madi. Not just tonight." She looked up into his eyes, unbelieving. The words that had come out of her mouth sounded crazy, even to her. It was pathetic and... and he didn't care. She nodded, squeezing him tight. It would be a long talk in the morning, the talk to figure out what all this mess had really meant. But for now, it would be difficult to concentrate on behaving until the morning. He tugged her to her feet, a hand on her back as the disappeared into his room and beneath the sheets.

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Madi groaned as she strained to open her eyes. The world was a blur of light, her head was pounding. Why did she have to drink so much? She replayed the night, trying to remember. Shots, more shots, vodka and redbull, vodka and redbull, jukebox, boy, Dimitri. Dimitri! Eyes flew open, she really was here. She yawned, rolling over lazily in the queen-sized bed. On the chair beside the nightstand sat her clothes from the night before. She smiled to herself for a moment. And the realization. He had seen her without pants on, he had seen... she felt her lip begin to quiver, she needed to get out of here, now. She stumbled out of bed, nearly falling back over into it. Great, and she was still half-drunk. 

Madi had managed to tug on her jeans and was in the process of sliding into her shirt when Dimitri walked in the bedroom door. He sighed as she scrambled. "Madi." She ignored him, looking for her shoes. "Madi. Stop. Sit. Talk." She sighed, sitting up Indian-style.

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have done this, I don't know what I was thinking." He was almost hurt. Did she remember what she had told him last night? "Dimitri, I don't want to lead you on or anything, I was really drunk and things got out of hand." She thought they had had sex.

"Madi, we didn't... we didn't sleep together last night. Well, we slept together be we didn't SLEEP together." She looked a bit confused. He sat down beside her. "I just changed you because you didn't look very comfortable in what you were wearing. But what's more important, we talked last night." She bit her lip. Madi was notorious for her inability to lie when drunk. 

"Oh."

"Madi?"

"Yes?"

"I love you." She looked over at him, unsure of how to react, eyes were wide. He sighed. "I, I'd really like to try things again. I promise, you can't ruin me. Not unless you're not with me." She swallowed hard. This wasn't a really moment. This was a cheesy dream sequence. She would wake up at any moment. But as long as she was asleep, she might as well be honest.

"I love you." He smiled from ear to ear, his lips pressing against hers. The heat of them drew her closer. She broke it for only a moment, "Dimitri, I'm sorry." He smiled, kissing her once more.

"I'm not" He chuckled, kissing her again. "Not as long as I'm kissing you."



Broken Ch. 14



Dimitri sighed as eyes darted from his watch to the clock and back again. They were two minutes apart, but at least by his watch Madi was only 31 minutes late. She had promised to be back for dinner at six and the hour was slowly ticking away. He rose, moving back into his room to check his computer for instant messages and e-mails. No word. Nor was she picking up her phone. Maybe she was in the shower. He shook his head, picking up his sweatshirt and darting out the door to make the quick jog back towards Madi's.

Hand rose to knock before he stepped back waiting for the door to open. When it finally did it was barely a crack, Madi's face peered from the sliver, eyes red and puffy, her sweatpants and oversized t-shirt an obvious sign that there would be no dinner, at least not in the near future.

"Dimitri, this is a bad idea, I'm sorry. I can't do this." The door slammed shut again, the sound of the lock turning echoing between his ears. Hadn't they settled this. Fist rose again, knocking insistently. Madi's voice came from behind the door "Just go away!"

"I'm not going anywhere until you tell me what the fuck is going on here, Madi!" Anger bit through his voice, Madi let herself sink to huddle on the floor, tears streaming down her cheeks as arms encircled her shins, face falling to rest on her knees.

"Just go!" He could hear the tears in her voice. Why would she do this? How could she do this? He banged harder.

"Madi, let me in."

"No! Leave!" He sighed, he couldn't just stand here in the hall like this. After Karl, well, no one was going to sit back and watch someone pound on Madi's door like that. He sighed, letting his chin sink to his chest before leaning close to the door.

"Fine, I'll go..." He turned to walk away, doubling back to lean once more. "But don't think it means I don't love you, because I do." He sighed and shook his head.

She listened to the clunking of his footsteps against the old hollow stairs, face fitting perfectly between her knees as she sobbed into her sweatpants. She was doing the right thing. She was being strong. She shouldn't be crying. She tried her hardest to breathe deep, to push it all down into that little holding cell that existed somewhere in her belly. Instead, the sobs only came harder. She stumbled to her feet, hands steadying her against the wall as she made her way to the bathroom, there was only way to find calm. 

Silver glittered inbetween her fingers as she sunk down to the bathroom floor. A blade was better than some dinkie daisy razor. Madi sucked in air between her teeth as she felt the stinging kiss of cold metal parting skin, the warm pulsating of blood staining ivory skin. Tears quickly subsided as she slashed anything that wasn't already too tender, she breathed out her relief, leaning against the wall to look up at the cieling as hands fell at her sides palm up, the blade slipping from her fingers to lay on the floor, sweatpants around her knees. She would be fine, just like every other time. Some people just weren't meant to be happy. This was her role, the pathetic one. The crazy one. The one everyone else looked at to remind themselves how fortunate they were to be in love, to be sane, to be happy, to be beautiful. She laughed, letting her head fall backward.

"Madi?" Darren's voice made her gasp, she jumped to her feet, quickly slamming the bathroom door shut. Hands flew to the roll of toilet paper, pressing wads against her wounds in an attempt to somehow stop the bleeding. The absorbant paper quickly turned crimson. Dammit dammit dammit! He couldn't know.... eyes darted around the bathroom... The first aid kit! Fingers fumbled with a roll of gause before wrapping it tightly around her thigh. It would do. She pulled up her pants, throwing some of the toilet paper in the bowl before pressing down on the flusher.

"Madi? Is that you?" His voice was closer, she took a deep breath, exiting the bathroom.

"Yeah, sorry, I wasn't sure if it was actually you or I was just hearing things." She forced a grin on her face as she tried to hide her own nervousness.

"Yeah, um, are you hungry? You should change and we'll go grab something."

"Nah, I'm alright." In truth she hadn't eaten all day, but changing met putting on jeans, and jeans would sting too much right now. "I think I'm just gunna curl up and watch TV."

"Oh, okay." Darren watched as Madi slid past him and into the living room. She had been behaving oddly as of late, sobbing and then disappearing into the bathroom. Perhaps she thought running the shower could cover the sound, she wasn't much of one to talk about things. Oh, she could bitch about paper assignments, and dumb freshman hookers, and shitty weed, but when it came to anything real, she always hid from him. He walked into the living room, leaning against the closet door before speaking. "Madi, are you okay?" She turned on him quickly, eyes showing alarm for a split second before a smile masked her face.

"Yeah, of course, why wouldn't I be?" The lie made her chest hurt. Darren didn't need to understand the truth, in fact, no one did. She was back on the familiar ground, slowly reforming the thick shell that coated her skin when she didn't want anyone seeing past her pupils. No one had to carry her, she didn't need a shoulder to cry on. She was just fine. She was just fine. The pain dissapated as she convinced herself of her own lie.

"I don't know. You wouldn't leave the bar last night, you never came home. I was worried. Dimitri just blew right past me on the sidewalk. What's going on?" She sighed, gently shoving sadness aside to let anger rip through.

"I wasn't done drinking. I'm a big fucking girl, I can do what I want, but thanks for trying to be my fucking dad." She rose off the couch, walking towards the kitchen as Darren stepped inbetween her and the doorway. She growled, looking up at him "Move."

"I'm not moving until you tell me what your deal is." He crossed his arms over his chest, looking down to her. Her lips pursed as she took a few deep breaths. Her voice slid over her lips barely over a whisper as she spoke with a type of rage Darren hadn't heard from her in nearly a year.

"Get the fuck out of my way or I will fucking move you." The words were each pronounced, syllables falling off her tongue in an even rhythm. He chuckled, was she really threatening him? His laughter only seemed to spur her anger as a fist flew at his face, hitting him in the eye with surprising force. He stumbled backwards into the kitchen as Madi stormed past him, disappearing into the back of the house, followed by the slamming of her door.

She slid to the floor with her back pressed against the door, staring at the teddy bear that lay against her pillow. Small, black, and plush with plain shining black eyes. What had she just done? Her knuckles ached a bit, she had just really hit Darren, right in the eye. There was a pounding.

"Are you fucking kidding me, Madi?!?! Are you for fucking real?!?! Why the fuck would you hit me in the fucking eye?!?!" The door bounced as he tried to push it open, forcing Madi to lean harder against it. "Move away from the G-d damn door, Madi! you can't just fucking do that!"

"I warned you. Go away!" She continued to lean in the door, listening to handle jiggle as he moved her body a bit with each shove.

"What the fuck is your problem, you fucking psychopath?" She growled, rising to her feet and yanking the door open just as Darren moved into push again, forcing him to fly in and towards the bed. He stood straight, backing her against the wall. "Have you lost your fucking mind? Like, are you fucking serious? You know what, maybe you and Dimitri have issues or whatever, but that doesn't give you the right to fucking hit ME. All i try to fucking do is be your friend and this how you treat me? If this is the way you treat friends I can only fucking imagine how you treat him! Maybe he's the fucking crazy one! Because you'd have to be to be all bent out of shape over a psycho bitch like you!" The words bit into her newly forming armour. She blinked back the sharpness of the tears in her eyes.

"You're right! You would have to be!" Her words caught him offguard long enough for her to push him away, slipping out of the door and moving towards the bathroom. He listened as the door slammed shut, sighing as he leaned against her bedroom wall. What the hell had that meant. His face hurt, Darren hadn't suspected that Madi could pack such a punch. For someone who was claiming to be fine she sure was acting like a lunatic. He sighed, dropping down on her bed on his back to look up at the cieling, a hand sliding under her pillow to rest beneath his head. Something cold hit his fingertips. That was strange. He sat up, twisting and lifting the pillow... a bloody razor blade lay beneath Madi's pillow. He rose quickly, carefully wrapping hist fist around it and moving back to the bathroom.

She had promised them all after Karl, he remembered it so vividly. Finding her half-conscious in her dorm room, blood soaking the sheets. It had been the last straw, the day everyone had told her things needed to end. Sheets stained with streaks of blood, hips oozing with the red stuff. His free fist rose to knock harshly. "Open the fucking door, now, Madi." His tone was as harsh as his knocking.

"Leave me the fuck alone." He growled, kicking the door.

"Open the fucking door right fucking now. Don't make me take the hinges off, I'll fucking do it Madi." He heard the bolt being pulled and the door opened.

"Who the fuck do you think you're talk-" Her sentence ended abruptly, as though someone had ripped the sound right out of her throat, her mouth left hanging open as stared at the blade Darren held between his fingers. She sputtered, shock and fear quickly disentegrating into anger once more. This was the girl they had all fought to get rid of. The girl with two emotions to show the world, forceful rage or maniacal joy. "How dare you go through my shit! Fuck you, Darren!" She moved to slam the door again, but Darren was faster, a hand rising to hold the door open.

"No, you're not getting off that easy, Get your little ass out here right now or I'm calling your father." The words resonated. He hated using the threat, he didn't want to see her sent to some mental hospital anymore than she wanted to go. She stepped out of the bathroom. "I thought we all made an agreement."

"Things change." She crossed her arms over chest, holding her chin high.

"Don't give me that fucking attitude, Madi. This is unacceptable. There's no reason for this."

"You know what? When you're angry, you go to the gym. When Rachel's upset, she sleeps. When I'm upset, I cut. It's just who I am, it's how I fucking cope. You could never understand, so don't try to fucking tell me what's acceptable and what isn't." With that she snatched the blade from his hand, pushing past him and back towards her bedroom.

"You're really going to make me do it?" She stopped, turning to look at him.

"Do what?"

"You know what"

"You wouldn't. If you call him I'm never speaking to you again."

"Madi, if you're not going to help yourself willingly, I'm going to call someone who will make sure you do."

"fuck you." She disappeared into her room, slamming the door behind her. Darren sighed as he wandered into his own room, ruffling through some papers before withdrawing Madi's father's business card. He didn't want to do this. He had to do this. Or maybe... he nodded, lifting his cell phone and dialing Dimitri's number as he pushed his door closed with his foot. 



Broken Ch. 15



Madi's head pounded. She couldn't concentrate. She couldn't breath. Darren was going to call her father, and she would be the fuck up again. Everything would crumble again. She couldn't have that. The tightening in her chest ripped through her torso, making her gasp. She gulped air as she paced, fingertips in her hair trying to do think desperately of what to say. Daddy, Darren's just mad at me for... Yeah, because that made a lot of fucking sense. There was nothing feasible. Dammit, there was nothing feasible. A hand rose to smack against the wall. The pacing became more frantic, she was walking circles. She sighed and dropped to the ground as the tears came again. She was walking in circles. It was all the same. It wasn't the line of a frequency, waving with dramatic up's and down's. It was a circle of madness that would never end. This was her life. Face fell to her knees as she sobbed, not even the throb of the earlier cuts giving her calm. 

She didn't want to be anymore. She didn't want to be dead or alive or here or anywhere else. She wanted to vanish. She wanted to have never existed in the first place. Her mother had been right all those years ago, she was a mistake. She tried to swallow the painful lump in her throat but she could only sob. She could disappear. If not from herself than at least from everybody else. She rose,dragging a suitcase from her closet to the center of the room and throwing objects in it haphazardly. She would need money, and underwear, and.. what did you bring when you ran away? What was essential? Eyes fell to the picture of Dimitri on her nightstand, the glass spiderwebbed in the corner, the cracks that radiated from it streaking over his face. Fingertips ran over it gingerly, her sniffling making her torso rock back.

Dimitri watched with sad eyes as Madi stopped her frantic packing to spend such a tender moment on him. There was no way she didn't love him. There was no way she didn't care. When Darren had told him what was going on he didn't know what to feel. He was enraged, and upset, and he felt guilty. Even now, he felt guilty watching how frazzled she was. She had been so wrapped up in her own insanity she hadn't even noticed him watching. He cleared his throat, the only audible way to make his presence known when he was so unsure of what to say. She wheeled around, obviously frightened. Eyes were red and puffy, cheeks wet with sticky tears. She just stared at him, neck twisted to look back over her shoulder, fingertips falling from the frame to the surface of the nightstand.

"Where you going?" His voice was soft as he dared to take another step into the room. She was still and silent, almost equivalent to a deer in headlights. She was afraid. But of what? He took another tentative step forward, Darren's eye was quickly blackening where she had hit him and Dimitri did not want to suffer from the same fate.

Where was she going? She watched him. She didn't know. Not that it mattered. Hopefully she was going to the bottom of a river. That sounded wonderful right now, water making her hair weightless silk as she sunk wrecklessly, hands towards the surface, limbs unmoving. The wonderful weightlessness of giving up, or giving in. Giving in. She was giving in to her destiny. She didn't belong here, she didn't deserve this. "It doesn't matter."

"How can I write you if I don't know where you are?" He wasn't really sure where he was going with this. She was so fragile, filled with so many more hairline fissures he couldn't see from a distant. A decaying marble statue. She was a broken lamp glued back together only to have the process repeated countless times. Maybe he should have run right then, but those eyes. He could see through them, even now. 

She wanted to fall apart. She wanted to come loose at the seams and let all her insides hang out. She wanted help figuring out how to put this all back together. But she wasn't anyone else's responsibility. nobody else could be held accountable for all things she was... or more accurately, all the things she wasn't. "I guess you can't." The words were quiet as she began to move once more, opening her drawer and rifling through her t-shirts. This was ridiculous. If she wasn't going home then she was staying here. He moved forward, a hand gripping her upper arm. Madi turned to look up at him, then down at her arm in his hand. "Please let go." He released her, gently tugging the t-shirts from her hand and putting them back in the drawer. 

"Madi, you're not going." He settled on the bed, looking at her as she lifted the t-shirts again, settling them in her bag. "If you loved me, you wouldn't go." The words made her lungs burn. She felt tears welling up in her eyes, that was unfair. That wasn't a card you played. It wasn't acceptable. She took a deep breath, being sure her back was to him as she spoke. She didn't want to see his face again after these words left her mouth.

"I don't love you." The words hung heavy in the air, he wasn't sure he had heard correctly. His heart thudded in his chest as his pulse raged against his temples. He flattered for a moment.

"What?" It was the only syllable he could find. Surely she hadn't said that.

"I don't love you. I was just using you for sex. Sorry." The sentence was so cold, so calculated. he could only imagine the look of torment on his face. How could she be so cruel? Had he been able to see her face, he would have realized that she couldnt be, that it was taking every ounce of her strength to bite back the recant. She wished she could erase them from the air, that she had never said them. The silence grew and she wondered if he could hear the pounding in her chest.

"You're still not leaving." The words were choked, she had made him cry. She had made him cry. it wasn't what she wanted, him hurting wasn't what she wanted.

"What does it matter to you? I fucking hate you." The words bit harder than the first set, he rose slowly, moving towards her to place a hand on her back.

"I'm sorry for whatever I did. I love you. If you decide to stay, I'd really like to be friends." He swallowed hard, walking out of her room and shutting the door behind him. Eyes moved over her half packed suitcase. She didn't have any place to go. She couldn't go home. She couldn't go anywhere else. She needed to think. Fingers folded into her palms as she used the heel of her hands to bang against her forehead. Think you fucking idiot, think. And then she was crying again, squeezing her eyes shut tight as knuckles went white, the heels of her hands pressed to her forehead.

He heard the sob through her bedroom door. He hadn't been able to make himself leave. If he walked out the front door it was over. She was gone. All her smiles, and laughter, and silliness would be gone. He could do without this darker part of her personality though. He listened for a moment as her weeping tugged at his lungs. It was killing him. he debated for a moment before slowly opening her door, peeking inside. She was curled up in a ball on the floor, fingers curled against her palms, the heel of her hands and wrists pressed to her eyes as her sobs shook her. She was mumbling the word sorry over and over again.

He thought his heart would tear right through his chest. He couldn't walk away, not right now. He made his way to her, kneeling and pulling her close. She fought him him, hands flying, pummeling his chest, pushing at his face as she scooted all the way back so she was pressed against her dresser. "I told you to leave. Go away. I HATE YOU!" He felt the tears begin to spill down his cheeks. He grabbed for her again, taking her wrists first and holding them down before using his free arm to pull her into him. She fought still, before finally giving in, sobbing into his shoulder. She clung to him as she shook and sobbed, he couldn't help but hang his head and cry as well. He wanted to be strong, so badly, it only made him cry harder. Arms pressed her tight against him. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry, Dimitri. I'm sorry. I'm sorry." 

"Shhhh..." his hands moved over her back slowly. Lips pressed against her head softly. "It's okay." He could feel her tears soaking through his shirt as she wrapped a fist around the fabric. He could only rock her and murmur anything that sounded somewhat soothing.



Broken Ch. 16



Dimitri watched Madi sleep from the far corner of the room, shifting uncomfortably in a plastic lawn chair they had bought so Madi could moisturize after her morning showers without waking him. She refused to sleep in for the most part, only napping when she had a valid excuse. An early riser, she made fun of him for wasting his life away dreaming. He watched her now and wondered if maybe she needed to do a bit more of just that. Something had drained anything called hope right out of her. She sat and waited for the worst, spouting nonsense about an inability to be disappointed.

Eventually she had sobbed herself to exhaustion, succumbing to sleep. He couldn't help but marvel at how small and peaceful she looked, aside from the swelling of her eyes. He wondered if they would bruise. Dimitri rose, slowly making his way to the bedside before squatting and pushing a few hairs away from her face. Eyes opened groggily, khaki greens barely visible as she groaned. As the world came into focus she bit her lip, chin fell to her chest as she avoided eye contact with Dimitri. "You're still here." It was strange how small she could be sometimes. Her voice would take on that childish tone, frightened, and ready for punishment. A hand slid beneath her chin to lift her eyes to his own, the corners of her mouth turned downwards with the weight of her own sadness. He could only reply with the smallest of smiles.

"Of course I'm still here." He spoke softly. His voice was as gentle as his touch. She wanted to grab him and hold on tight and never let go. 

"You don't have to do this. You can leave right now, and I'll take all responsibility. I know I'm not worth all—" He pressed a hand over her mouth to silence her, her eyes widening a bit.

"No. You are worth everything. I do have to do this. I can't leave right now. I love you. I meant it every time I've said it. I mean it right now." His voice was soft but determined. Tears sprung to her already raw eyes, even after all that he was still here?

"Dimitri, you shouldn't have to worry all the time. I'm just a drain." He shook his head again, rising to press his lips against her forehead.

"I love you. People who care about you worry, we can't help, just like you can't. It's okay to worry people as long as you worry back. If you promise me to worry back I'll never hold it against you. Let me help you, please. Then I won't have to worry as much. Even if I weren't with you I'd still worry if no one was helping you." Teeth sunk into her lip once more. There was no rebuttal to that. There was no sidestepping response. Tears overpowered her as she nodded, reaching out to him. He slid down beside her, encircling her in his arms as she hid her face to shed more tears. Lips pressed to her head before he chuckled softly, lifting her head and brushing away a tear with the pad of his thumb.

"You still have water left in your body?" She couldn't help but half giggle through her tears, lifting her lips to brush against his.

"Will you give me a ride to the clinic tomorrow?" He nodded. Holding her tight. "As long as you let me." She sighed, melting into him. She couldn't help but ponder how perfectly their bodies seemed to fit together. She could stay right here forever if someone let her. He kissed her hair once more. "Do you want some soup or something?"

"Maybe in a little while, can we just lie here for now?" He nodded once more, closing his eyes as he rested his head against hers. Things would be okay. She would be okay. 

"Madi?" He wasn't sure what to say next.

"Yeah?" Her voice was breathy and tired, the emotional level of the day was certainly an excuse for exhaustion.

"When you fall asleep, dream something really good." He nuzzled her head as she hid a smile against his neck. The words were simplistic and yet they seemed to mean so much more. Sometimes she swore he understood something she didn't. She let her eyes flutter shut as the smell of him wrapped her up tight. He was irresistible. Thoughts of babies with sandy brown hair, khaki green eyes, and lopsided dimpled smiles floated through her head as she drifted back to sleep.



Broken Ch. 17



Madi sighed as she looked herself over in the full length mirror beside the door. Eyes drifted to the scabbed cuts on her legs. She would be thick with scars, and she had no one to blame but herself. She swallowed hard on the thought. Acceptance was not blame. She had been in a place where that was what she needed. She wasn't there anymore. She walked to her dresser, uncapping two bottles and swallowing a pill from each before putting them down. The pills weren't failure. They weren't failure. Diabetics needed insulin and the clinically depressed needed... Zoloft and lithium. She sighed, slowly pulling on her clothes. At least she was feeling a bit more in control these days. There was a light knocking on her bedroom door.

"Who is it?" Her voice moved from her throat as she smoothed on deodorant.

"Me." Dimitri's voice brought a smile to her face as she pulled a pair of jeans and a t-shirt from her dresser.

"You can only come in if you promise to let me finish getting dressed." He chuckled from his side of the equation, crossing his fingers behind his back as he replied.

"Of course." He opened the door as little as possible to slide his form inside, closing it behind him. Just the sight of her standing getting dressed stirred him. He groaned as he felt his shorts tightening. Curls were hidden within the confines of a towel wrapped around her head, her shoulders slimming into her ribs and still further into her waist before the gentle curve of her hips widened. The paleness of her bare skin, the bright colors of her tattoo, the way her ass curved. He wanted to taste her. Large steps closed the gap between them as he wrapped an arm around her waist, pulling her back into him, lips falling to nibble her neck as the fingertips of his free hand gently danced up her belly to her breast, barely grazing her nipple.

She let herself fall back into him for a moment as eyes sank shut, the warmth of his body, the gentleness of his touch, the heat of his breath on her skin. How could she concentrate with him pressed up against her? She spoke then, words half-hearted, "You promised to let me finish getting dressed."

"I lied." He grinned, sucking her earlobe between his lips as he rolled her nipple between his thumb and forefinger, the hand on her waist sinking to tease the bare lips of her pussy. She gasped, heat beginning to radiate almost immediately.

"That's not fair." He grinned, barely grazing her clit with the tip of her finger.

"I rarely play fairly." He winced at his own rhyme before continuing his assault, tongue finding it's way from the point where her jaw met her ear down to her neck before sucking softly. The gentle moan that pushed past her throat was almost all he could take. Her arm rose, snaking around his neck to hold his head in place. He released her for a moment, only to turn her to face him. He trapped her between the dresser that rose to the height of her ass and his own body, his mouth overtaking hers. She groaned, arms twisting around his neck, holding his face close as she grabbed his lower lip with her teeth tugging softly. Hands slid down the curves of her sides, slipping around the back of her thighs to gently lift her to the clean surface of the dresser. With her body a bit higher, his neck didn't have to twist in such an awkward position.

His hand held her head in place as he kissed her deeply, her own fingers moving to make quick work of the buttons of his shirt. He gasped as her tiny hands slid over his chest, fingertips grazing his nipples. He broke the kiss only to find her neck, the roughness of his stubble and the softness of his lips making her moan once more. She could feel the slickness building between her legs as he sank lower still, bending at the waist to trap one nipple and then the other in his mouth. He nipped at the underside of one before sinking to his knees, kissing the inside of her thigh before diving in.

She arched her back as hands fell behind her to support her weight, head rolling back as he nibbled those pussy lips, nose occasionally nudging her clit. She ached for him, it had been weeks since she had felt him inside her. If she had shown even the slightest hesitation he had refused. She gasped as the hot wet sandpaper of his tongue slid inside her, wriggling as her walls began their rhythmic pulsing. The smell of her arousal hit her nostrils, a hand rising to twist its fingers in his hair, tugging softly. "Mmmmm, Dimitri, don't tease me." She pulled him away by his hair as gently as he would allow, bending in half to kiss him as feet slid towards the floor, finally sinking into his lap to grind her naked hips against his shorts. 

Gently she pushed him back onto the floor, kissing him with breasts dangling. She left him with a kiss as she sat back up, hands moving to massage her own breasts as she ground herself against him. A hand rose to her face, a finger slipping between her lips before she let it slip down her body, leaning back against the dresser and lifting her hips so he could watch as she slid it inside herself, groaning. He grinned, slipping a finger in beside hers.

"Use me." He grinned as the words slipped of his tongue, slowly she withdrew her finger. Hand pressed itself to his, forcing him to make that finger dance inside her as hips swayed against him. Teeth sunk into her lower lip as she massaged her own breasts savagely, gasping at the frustrating friction of his fingers. He watched as the towel loosened and slipped from her head, letting wet curls hangs. His move was quick and graceful, sitting up as he twisted his fingers inside her, a shudder rendering her useless long enough for him to regain control of the situation. Arm ensared her waist as mouth crushed against hers, her whimper only making him hungrier.

Quickly fingers separated from her body as he squirmed beneath her for a moment, hands sinking below her ass to lift her only so high as he needed. And then the excruciating pleasure as he dropped her upon his full length, leaving Madi gasping. "Oh G-d, Dima, you feel so good." The words were breathy, and brought a smile to Dimitri's face, he leaned in, kissing gently at her ear.

"How good?" He kissed her lips again then, pleased that the challenge had brought on one of his favorite responses, Madi forcing those velvet walls to pulse around him, clenching and releasing at her command, in time with the gentle rhythm Dimitri had begun. Madi's hips began to move more wildly, sliding in circles in the air and against his pelvis, breasts bouncing as he moved his hips against hers. 

"Just fuck me." He groaned loudly, hammering into her harder as she quickened the pace of her bouncing, lips pressed against hers, pulling away just enough to encourage a stare. He loved to watch her eyes swirl with lust, the glaze that came over them and turned them all green and gold. The way the skin in her face flushed.

The stare was almost she could take, looking past blues into everything they stood for. And the feeling of him sliding in and out of her was almost too much to bear. Madi kissed him desperately as she moved against him, connected at every possible point, sweat making their skin stick as the came together and fell apart more times in a second then she could describe. She threw herself around him, convulsing around him as tears stung her eyes. This was not simply the physical knock out she had known to be an orgasm before. This was of another breed, something far more serious. She shut her eyes tight as she felt the first throbbing of his cock, she knew she should savor this. That it all might never taste this good again. She shuddered as words stuck in her breathless throat, a whimper barely escaping as she held on as tightly as she was able.

The way she clung seemed...desperate wasn't the word. It wasn't out of desperation, this was something different. Dimitri's groaned loudly as the thought struck him, this was Madi in love, unwilling to let go. He moved his hip in a small circle beneath her, hoping the small bit of movement would spur her orgasm, make it last. Another loud groan escaped as she buried her face in his shoulder, a loud moan vibrating against his skin. He moved quickly, placing Madi on the floor beneath him as he settled above her without withdrawing himself, hips beginning to move at a frantic pace as Madi's head rolled back and forth. Even as her orgasm subsided she could feel the next one building, her hips' movement some strange carnal nonsense. Body was bent nearly in half with her legs wrapped around the middle of his back, his lips falling to kiss her as he felt control slipping from him. He pumped ferociously, the sound of skin against skin mixing with the smell of sweat and arousal to fill the small room with the humidity of sex. He roared as he came, rigid and still above her as his cock throbbed inside her, pushing those walls almost painfully far before allowing them to relax. The feeling of warm wetness filling her as she writhed beneath him. 

Madi sighed contently as Dimitri collapsed atop her, his head on her chest where he could hear the uncontrolled fluttering of her heart. She closed her eyes, smiling, she needed to get dressed for dinner, she needed to get up off the floor and get dressed for dinner. Lips lazily pressed against his forehead as she regained enough control over her breath to speak. "I love you, baby. But it's too damn hot for you to just lie ontop of me and we have dinner plans." He sighed, reluctantly rolling off of her.

"Is it okay if I just lie here naked while you get dressed?" She giggled as she pushed herself to her feet with a small groan, muscles were tired and aching, her walking a bit wobbley. "mmm, I can't remember the last time you couldn't walk right." She giggled again, playfully sticking her toe into his side.

"I can't remember the last time I let someone fuck me on a hardwood floor." He laughed at that, stretching lazily for a moment before standing up and dressing himself along with her. She disappeared to the bathroom then. Dimitri made his way into her bed with a lazy grin as he heard the shower spray filter through the walls.



Broken Ch. 18



Dimitri grinned from his seat on the porch as he watched Madi sit with his niece on the lawn. She smiled as she leaned her head back, letting little Naomi tug at the large pendant on the choker around her neck. She had seemed nervous the whole car ride down, quiet and fidgeting with eyebrows just barely knit, as though she were trying to preplan her actions and words. He chuckled softly as he thought of the surprise that had taken over Madi's face when his mother had gone directly for a hug. He jumped a bit when a hand fell on his shoulder.

"So this is the one that's been making you crazy?" The deep-throated chuckle that accompanied the words could only belong to his older brother, Ivan.

"Maybe a little bit." Ivan shook his head as he settled in the chair next to Dimitri's.

"She's cute. How's she doing? Mom told me about… ya know, what happened."

"She's doing really well. She started going to a new doctor though, who said she had some weird form of post-traumatic stress. She's doing a lot better now that she doesn't think she's completely fucking bonkers." Another chuckle from Ivan.

"She have a sister?"

"2 of 'em, both younger though."

"Too bad."

"Yeah." Dimitri grinned that dimpled grin, turning his head to see Madi and Naomi walking back towards the house hand in hand. It was amazing to realize how short Madi really was, the tiny Naomi's head reaching her ribs. Spring had come once more, he couldn't believe it had been almost a year. Madi's long hair was pulled into a ponytail at the base of her neck, hanging down past her ribcage. She looked beautiful just then, a wide smile painting her face, blue jeans and a bohemian looking tank top in a flowy white material hugging her torso. They walked up the stairs slowly.

"Daddy! Aunt Madi said she would paint my nails if you let her. Can she Daddy? Please, please pleeeaassseee." Naomi's voice was a bit squeaky, but her puppy dog face was a killer. Madi giggled and blushed.

"I tried to tell her I wasn't really her aunt, but she wasn't having it." Dimitri chuckled, tugging Madi into his lap to kiss her softly. Madi blushed a deeper shade of pink, returning his kiss, stuck in an awkward position in his arms.

"Ewwwwwww." Naomi's drawn out disgust forced Madi to throw her head back and laugh loudly, Dimitri hiding his face in her shoulder to chuckle. "Aunt Madi! You have cooties now." 

"Uh oh!" Madi squirmed out of Dimitri's lap, making him bite his lip to muffle the small moan that formed in his throat as that shapely ass ground into him. "You'll have to gimme a cootie's shot before I turn into a cootie monster." Ivan and Dimitri both grinned as Madi knelt for the ceremony of the cootie shot.

"Daddy, can Madi paint my nails? Please!" Ivan sighed and shook his head.

"It's fine with me, go ask mommy, okay?" Naomi grinned, jumping into Ivan's lap to hug him and shower his face with kisses. Ivan could only chuckle, watching as Naomi bounced inside with Madi following. "So, Dimitri, how long have you two been dating?"

"A year next week." Dimitri sighed, stretching a bit in his seat before leaning back and stretching out his legs.

"Damn, Dima." Ivan chuckled, standing up as he patted Dimitri's knee "I'm gunna go help pops with the grill." Dimitri nodded, rising to go back inside and smiling to his sister on the living room couch.

"Hey, Dima."

"Hey, Liz. You let Madi paint Naomi's nails?" Liz shook her head with a grin, resting the book she was reading in her lap.

"I'm reading a book right now. You know when the last time I've been able to sit and relax and read when Naomi wasn't at school was?" Dimitri simply chuckled, settling on the couch. "I like her."

"Who? Madi?" Liz just nodded.

"She loves you."

"I know."

"When's the wedding?" Dimitri blinked, turning to look at Liz. She laughed and shook her head. "I was kidding, G-d, you look like you saw a ghost. So, you graduate in like a month and a half, huh?" Dimitri smiled once more, turning to her.

"Yeah."

"What are you planning to do?"

"Pop's got me an internship at a firm for a year, and then, back to school."

"So, what happens to you and Madi?" Dimitri blushed a bit, turning away. He hadn't even told Madi about the one bedroom in downtown Manhattan he had already put a deposit on. It was going to be a surprise. "We'll figure it out." Liz simply shook her head, Ivan and Dimitri were identical liars. He was keeping something. She sighed and shrugged before they heard giggling filter down the stairs from upstairs, followed by the obnoxious rhythm of a Spice Girls song.

"She's a trooper, huh?" Dimitri chuckled.

"Yeah, you could say that." 



Broken Ch. 19



Dimitri sighed against as he watched Madi sleep. He had woken in the middle of the night, the white moonlight shining through the window lighting her upper body in slats. A hand smoothed back her hair before he leaned down to press his lips to her cheek. She stirred slightly, eyes opening half way as she rolled bit, her lips brushing against his own. He grinned, pressing his lips against hers once more, surprised to feel the tip of that warm wet tongue against his lips, mouth opened to tease, a hand reaching around her to pull her closer.

A gentle moan pushed past her lips, her body shifting as he moved on top of her, kissing her more deeply. Tongue swept her mouth hungrily as hips pushed up against his. His lips trailed away from her mouth then, barely brushing the sensitive flesh of her neck as she sighed contently, eyes still half-shut in sleep. The thought of being so naughty just down the hall from Dimitri's parents barely filtered through her mind until his hand clamped over her mouth, his tongue mouth teasing her nipples through the fabric of her wifebeater. "Shhhh..." She grinned, using the tip of her tongue to tickle his palm before sinking her teeth into her lower lip, hands gently cradling his head. He would move back up her body then, kissing her softly as thumbs hooked themselves in her panties.

Hips lifted from the mattress as he slid them from her body, her own hands finding his boxer shorts, his torso already naked. Lips tugged and kissed at hers as hand wrapped around his half-mast erection, gently stroking to bring him to full attention. The velvet steel feel of his heat forced the tiniest whimper past his throat. Large fingers tested that pussy, and finding it already soaking made quick work of sinking that thick cock inside her.

Teeth sunk into his shoulder as she cried out into his skin, his body pressed tight to hers, hips the only movement, slow and strong strokes carrying him in and out of her. Arms and legs encircled him as she kissed him, her hips moving against him. Heat built slowly between them, the friction making her gasp and shudder. Eyes sealed shut as she focused on the feeling of him exiting and entering her, the girth of him spreading those walls in an excrutiatingly pleasurable pattern. Body clung to him, forcing him to stay inside her, her hips rolling beneath him, making that pulsating rod grind against her insides. She wanted to hold him inside her forever, to lay there connected as long as she could. To have him know her from the inside out. The thought of him being a part of her was all she could take, body clenching as face flew to his shoulder, a scream muffled by his body.

Her orgasm caught him offguard, he gasped loudly as her pussy clenched down around him. Her body shook, vibrate on his cock, he couldn't have moved even if he wanted to. Slowly she loosened, still convulsing. Face buried itself in her neck, kissing her skin sloppily as he began to move his hips once more, rising onto his knees and elbows for the sake of force. The exertion made him grunt, and then it spilled over. Stream after stream of hot cum painted her insides as she clung to him, the warmth flooding her beginning a whole new set of tremors.

They collapsed, tangled with each other and coated with sweat, gasping for air before Dimitri rolled onto his back, pulling her close. Something about the moment made him feel as though only she were allowed to break the silence, the way she curled up to him, her head resting above his heart, listening as its pace slowed.

"I love you." He smiled at the whisper of the three words, arms wrapping around her to rub her back.

"I love you, too." She smiled, closing her eyes and yawning. It was a few moments before she spoke, in a sleepy mumble, the last words before dreams. "Just remember next week." He chuckled softly, kissing her forehead before closing his own eyes. He hadn't forgotten. ****** 11 AM found Dimitri naked and alone in bed. He sighed as he rolled over and groaned at the sunlight, a smile painting his face as he remember the early morning romp with Madi. Madi. Where was she? He grunted, pulling himself into a sitting position before moving to his dresser. It was amazing how his mother had failed to remove any of his things, despite the fact he hadn't lived in the place for three years. He pulled on a pair of boxers before moving to his closest and pulling on his flannel robe. He tied the sash as he made out of his room and back down the stairs. He found Madi curled up on the couch watching TV by herself. "Hey, Baby." He grinned, scratching his unruly head of hair before jumping over the back of the couch to settle next to her. "Where is everyone?"

"Your mom and dad said they had to run an errand." He sighed, pulling her into his arms and kissing her temple. She sighed contently, allowing herself to be pulled into his grip. 

"Good. What time did you wake up?"

"9:30ish."

"Early bird." He grinned, kissing her temple again. "What do you want to do next week?" She blushed, giggling. She had thought he had forgotten.

"Ummm... a nice relaxing evening by ourselves."

"You sure you don't wanna go down to New York? See your family, go out for dinner?" She sat up straight, smiling at him.

"Really?"

"Well, I planned the whole trip, but if you wanna just say at home I could just cancel it." She jumped into his lap, showering his faces in kisses in a fashion similar to Naomi on top of Ivan the previous afternoon. "I'll take that as you wanting to go." She simply giggled and nodded as he pulled her closer, tickling her relentlessly.



Broken Ch. 20



"This isn't a hotel, Dimitri." Dimitri was so nervous he could feel the sweat on his palms. It took all his strength to try and keep a smile on his face as the taxi traveled through the narrow streets of the lower west side. They had finally stopped in front of a small brick building, only 3 stories or so tall.

"No, it isn't." He sighed and stepped out. Holding the door open for Madi before paying the cabbie. The two men unloaded their bags before Dimitri joined Madi on the sidewalk, walking towards the glass door that appeared to be the main entrance. The buzzers were labeled in black labeling type, raised letters worn white over to make the names more easily read. Apartment 3 read 'Geirzynski'.

"Is this where your aunt lives or something?" Dimitri simply took Madi's hand, walking in through the glass door before resting their bags to the side and guiding her up the stairs. The place was neatly kept with walls the color of red clay, and wooden banisters hugged the walls. Each floor had a wooden door with a golden number screwed into place. Dimitri stopped in front of the door on the highest landing, withdrawing a key from his pocket.

"Madi, I, um, had this idea, and I wanted to surprise you. And.." He fumbled with the key in the lock unlocking the door, opening it a crack, "And.... Well..." He swung the door open with a wide smile, walking inside. Madi's jaw dropped. The place was empty, plush white carpet lining the living room they were entering into. "What do you think?" He eyed her nervously, her teeth pulling her lip into her mouth before she ran and tackled him, kisses showering his face.

"Really?" He chuckled. He liked surprising her much more than he had thought he would.

"Really." He grinned as she scrambled off him, running from room to room in awe.

"The kitchen's beautiful!... And look at this tub!" And then there was silence. He grinned, standing and wandering towards the bedroom, the only place he could imagine capable of knocking the words out of her mouth. He would be in debt to his parents for a long time for this place, and the bed. It was made of rich dark wood, with four banisters, deep crimson and golden fabric hanging from there. It was fit for a princess. It alone would've warranted her silence, but the balloon standing the middle had caught her attention. She was sitting now, staring into a black velvet box with a princess cut diamond, offset by two tiny pink diamonds sitting in the white gold band around it. Every dollar he had earned aside from rent had gone into it and look on her face made every penny worth it. Khaki greens, glossy with tears looked up into his face questioningly. He nodded, closing the distance between them.

Large fingers plucked the box from her hands before he settled on his knee. Uncertainty washed through her. The world shifting into the surreal state of a dream. This couldn't be real. Wouldn't be real. He lifted the box towards her silently. She could only nod, falling into his arms with tears flowing down her cheeks. "Yes."

He grinned and slipped the ring on her finger. Pulling her tight against his chest. Lips finding hers with crushing force. She grinned, pulling away from the kiss.

"You know, I'm glad you asked me now, because if you had asked me after tonight, I wouldn't have said yes." His brows furrowed at her comment, looking into her eyes.

"What?"

"Dimitri, I'm pregnant." He blinked before kissing her again. Much to his own surprise he was excited.

"I guess we'll need a bigger place." Madi giggled her delight, curling up in his arms on the floor and sighing contently. Things were going to be alright, for once.