“Yeah, well we’ll just see won't we?” BOOOM!! All of a sudden it was like a bomb went off and there was the sound of metal scratching and tearing harsh against her ears as she was thrown, the car swaying wildly to the side. Francine slammed against the side of the car doing what she could to avoid hitting her head as the car swerved, Armin did the best he could to keep the car from hitting a tree. “What the HELL?”
Any normal person would take a minute to recover, but this was Francine whom K had already disciplined unsuccessfully many times for sassiness. “That’s probably a trap my master has set, so he can hunt you down and crush your windpipe for taking what’s his.”
“SHUT UP!!!” Armin yelled. He burned with fury, he wanted to crush her windpipe, but tried to keep in mind how much she was worth... alive. Regretfully he got out of the car lamenting his shoes worth hundreds of dollars trying to assess the damage to his car. The tires were ragged and looked like they’d been deliberately torn. How is such a thing possible? Besides that there was no cell service out this far. He’d checked before getting out the car. Now what?
Before he could figure out his next move he heard a door open and the troublesome little blond was out of his car and barefoot making her way hurriedly down the snow covered drive.
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This time it didn’t take long to catch her at all. Her legs were strong and sleek with muscle, but she was barefoot and freezing, and even she knew she was done for. Still, did her best as she stalled for time. Her pursuer at least had on shoes, even if they were completely inappropriate in the snowy mountain terrain. This time as he got closer he took off his belt. Uh oh. She didn’t like the look he was giving her, not one bit. K had never really hurt her. She hadn’t expected things to go this far, and for the first time trepidation caused her mental focus to slide, she backed up without looking and fell on her round butt in the snow.
“I think it’s time for some of my discipline slave bitch.” Armin leaned down and pulled back her hair exposing her neck, getting ready to loop the belt around it, and then he saw the light, the blinking light. His head angled to the side, like a lizard, “What kind of slave collar is this?” he pondered.
Just then he got his answer as K came from behind, snatched the belt from Armin and smacked him a good one with a huge fist. The blow stunned Armin, but he attempted to fight back anyway turning and delivering an uppercut to K’s chin. K is ready for the blow, but any blow to the head can cause a person’s teeth to rattle. He recovered and got a better stance in the slick snow with those heavy insulated boots, the boots Francine has looked up from on her knees a time or two. Turns out they're good for more than intimidating wary submissives, better than Armin he anchored himself, able to deflect Armin’s next few blows.
The knife appeared like a flash, Armin sliced the air with it, K moved again, but was not quite quick enough - a stream of red appeared and blossomed over his chest area, through the coat. His eyes were open now on the knife, and quicker than the already unstable Armin can be in his unsuitable weather he kicked out swiftly, knocking the knife from Armin’s unbalanced stance. Taking advantage of his shock and with cold, decisive anger he proceeded to do what Armin what he was going to do to Francine, as he looped it around his neck, and effectively brought him to his knees crushing his windpipe. The whole struggle took only a very few minutes, K’s movements beautiful and violent to the now frightened Francine.
Panicked and already weakened from her throw, along with their fight and the cold, Armin grabbed at the looping belt collar K had made for his neck, fighting now for air. Francine had scrambled away to a safe distance to watch. Feeling much of the fear gain away and relief seeping in as she watched Armin on his knees as he struggled for air. She tried to forget how terrified she’d been when the knife had appeared. What if he’d had a gun? K was bleeding. What if something had really happened to him? What would she have done?
Seemingly in complete control of the situation K put a knee in Armin’s back and secured his arms while continuing to cut off his air supply until he finally blacked out from lack of air. Blood still blossomed on his shirt as he took out some ropes and trussed him up like a hunting trophy before he lifted him over his back. Wincing he said casually, “Lets go.”
She tried to get up, but almost immediately he saw the problem. “Oh, yeah, wait here.” He went to place Armin in the back of his truck and came back for her.
“Your side...” She began worriedly as she realized his intent was to lift her.
“It’s a flesh wound Francine.” He’d already wrapped something around his chest. “See,” He indicated the blood flow, “It’s already slowing, lets get you up okay?” Gently he lifted her in his arms where immediately she felt warmer and safer against his chest.
He began sure strides back to his truck. “You used my collar to find me?”
“Of course Angel.” He responded and bent down to gently kiss her upturned face. He placed her in the front seat of the truck. The heat was already running the cabin warming up, the heat reached out to her in with loving tendrils. He gave her a direct look. “You knew I’d find you.” She nodded with a smile, the immediate danger was over and the rest of the adrenaline left her body in a rush. Tears of relief burned behind her eyes. He pulled her close again cradling her in a brief but tight embrace before he kissed her on the forehead, then tenderly on the mouth before he shut the door.
He rounded the truck and got behind the wheel before pulling down and putting on a pair of wrap around Oakley sunglasses to protect his eyes from the glare. “If you knew I was coming, why didn't you wait for me in the car?” Seeing her squint up at him he reached down and gave her his extra pair. Her bruised knuckles were slowly clenching and unclenching in direct line of the heated vents. Seeing them made him want to finish Armin off for good, but seeing her in the dark masculine shades also made him want to smile, especially when he heard what she said next.
“I wasn't sure I’d be able to see my magnificent master from in there." her trembling lip that had been turning blue from cold was finally calming. He pulled her close for another quick kiss before steering the truck back toward the cabin.
As he drove the short distance K thought about how an hour ago the AP connected to the cabin’s security system had gone off letting him know there was an intruder. Then Francine’s blood pressure had skyrocketed and her signal had left the cabin. Her blood pressure had stayed elevated - it was pretty clear what was going on. The spikes that K had left buried beneath the driveway to stop unauthorized vehicles had worked just like they were mandated to, and had stopped Armin in his tracks.
Asshole.
K couldn't remember when choking someone out had felt so good, in spite of that swipe with the knife. What he had been about about to do to his Francine... he had wanted to kill him. He reached over and took one of her slender hands carefully in his getting another look at those knuckles, still did.
They drove back to the cabin in silence. Once there he carried her inside and reset the silent alarm. “Don’t forget to treat your hands. I should be the one to do it, but I have to go and deal with - this Francine.” He looked at the door with it’s broken lock. “I’ll bring back a new lock for the door, get a better lock.”
He started toward him, “Sir, what are you going to do - with him?”
He turned back to look at her. “He will never bother you again Francine, I promise you. You believe me, right?”
“Of course.” She always believed him. Without fail. It’s just that more and more when he was gone she was becoming more and more aware of his absence.She was beginning to realize that he was very possibly in more danger than she ever realized and when he left it was harder and harder to keep her worry at bay. “How long will you be?” She asked hating the question, already knowing the answer.
“No more than three days.” Oh boy, she knew that look. He turned to leave again.
“Sir?”
“I’ll be back OK?” he said cutting her off.
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�OK, Yes sir.” He looked at her a long time before he walked back over giving her a long deep kiss, then opened the broken cabin door, boots crunching over the terrain, sauntering back to the truck. She watched him at the door her worry spreading, knowing without him her sleep would be restless tonight, why couldn’t this whole thing just be over?
He opened the door and put one foot on the edge and then hesitated. With purpose she watched him open the back and take an oblong device out which he used to move around the truck before he removed a small square black plastic box no bigger than the palm of her hand from the truck. He crushed it twisting it with his huge boot, royally pissed, cursing under his breath, muttering something about hippies. WTF? Then he was off with Armin in the back of the flat bed truck and her safely back inside the cabin.
Chapter 20
K returned. Francine didn’t ask about Armin. She was just glad he was back, the wound in his side healing to a pink stripe.
It was a darkening evening after dinner. The two of them were on the couch, K on his computer, finishing up with the mysterious numbers. Then a flash, a click, was that an Internet site he was on? She glanced up at him before he noticed her peeking eyes. He rubbed his eyes warily with two fingers and set the laptop down. “I’m going to the kitchen, you want something?”
“No Sir.” she answered. She watched as he got up from the couch and went to the kitchen leaving his open laptop behind. Now was her opportunity. Francine picked it up and opened a browser. Who to send a message to that could help? Maybe straight to the police? If she did reach the police what would she say? Could even they be trusted?
Before she could barely finish the thought - your connection to the server... damn!! “By all means continue.” She heard his voice over her shoulder as he returned to the room, a menacing shadow behind her. Her fingers froze on the keys as she turned around. K approached and reached over her lifting the laptop and closing it.
He reached around and gathered the hair in the back of her head tipping her face up to make sure he had her full attention while standing on the other side of the couch. “You’ve touched something that doesn’t belong to you haven’t you?” She was frozen seeing the expression on his face hearing the stern tone of his voice. Even after all this time, knowing what he’d done for her, he still worried her when he was like this.
His face was like granite his free hand started to loosen his pants, you are here for one reason only aren't you; and that’s to service me, as long as I want. “Now open your mouth.” He said it moving his right hand to her jaw lightly pressing on it, she felt her mouth open as his substantial cock slid past her lips.
“I need you to clear your mind Angel,” He said as she sucked. “The only thing that should be on it is my cock and what you can do to get it and keep it as hard as possible. Today I’m going to help you with that.” He let her suck for a while before releasing her and then she saw what he had behind his back, the coiled ropes...
Seeing the coiled ropes caused a wary note to spike in Francine and she began tried to jerk away from him. K grabbed her enjoying pulling her struggling body back against him. “Please sir,” Her voice was low, “can I have a spanking instead?” She was already painting from her struggles.
“Well, What you did was very serious Francine, it was an electronic attempt to bring attention to us, shall I get a switch, or cane?” She whimpered feeling herself heat up at his words despite herself, “Should I let you choose?”
She tried switching tactics again "Please sir, I’m your submissive, please don’t do this, he held her with one hand sliding up and down her body, lingering knowingly now where he knew would push her buttons. While she did feel a frisson of fear her curiosity was already beginning to overwhelm her. If only she was still more genuinely afraid of him, but ropes? Knowing it was fruitless she continued to struggle, but soon grew tired and sagged in his arms like a rag doll.
K came over the couch turning her over on her belly, he placed the ropes on the old wooden coffee table in front of them. "Look at the ropes Francine", He delivered two quick smacks to her behind. Francine squirmed under his big hand "That's for not staying still and taking your discipline like the brave girl you are. He flipped her back over on her back and reached for the ropes. He methodically began to wrap them around the bottom part of her arm, checking to make sure they weren't too tight, then he turned her over attaching her arm to the lower part of her leg wrapping it around her calf so her had was by her ankle.
Seeing her in bondage was obviously heating him up. Looking down at her, his voice his voice was low and husky, “Brave girl, how do the ropes feel? Hard or soft?”
“Soft sir.” She answered honestly his heat causing her blood to run hot as well, his dark voice bringing her back to the moment.
“Do you still want me to stop?” She looked at him as he continued his methodical work. “You can use your safe word and we can talk.” She squirmed, feeling the ropes out, silently.
“They're cotton ropes Francine, I told you, I don't damage what's mine.” He did the same thing to her other arm and leg and made a sound deep in his throat with satisfaction, his hands caressing and squeezing her thighs and hips.
“Look at those lovely breasts.” He took a small portion of the rope that was left and wrapped them around each of her heavy globes making them stand upward. “There we go, don't want the rest of that rope to go to waste do we?” Her breast were pointed upwards now, swelling from the ropes and he palmed them, rolling and tweaking the nipples before taking them in his mouth and making her moan. He leaned back upward looking down at her, still leisurely palming her captive breasts.
She was helplessly spread out for him now, her Master. Vulnerable, trussed up, and ready to be used in any way he wished; he stared down at her, heat in his dark eyes. She undulated under his gaze, he looked at her spread cunt.
“Look at that, already you’re so wet.” She shook her head silently, her tongue froze from embarrassment and nervousness. She really didn’t want to like this- this, display she was putting on. “No, you're not wet?” He reaches down to her wide open soft shaved pussy and gently inserts a finger. They can both feel it slide in easily. She gasps, It’s all she can do to hold back a please Sir! Her gasp turned into a whimper. She knew it would only be a matter of time before she was begging , it was always only a matter of time; the heady thought makes her hips undulate, she looked up at him beseechingly. He’s smiling. He put the damp finger in his mouth.”It taste lovey.”
“Please Sir...” Her hips started to sway with desire.
“Is that your way of offering me some more? Please, Sir, have some more? That's very sweet of you Francine.” He lowered himself between her spread eagle thighs. Oh God not his tongue, not with me like this. His tongue was soft, wet, swirling, licking, she felt helpless in her ropes, unable to straighten. Soon the pressure built, almost there- “No, you can't come,” She trembled in frustrated hunger, “and I'll not be lured by you so easily.” He said looking up into her beseeching face. “ We mustn't forget how naughty you've been and why we're here, She whimpered. “You’ll keep your legs open for me won't you Francine?” She nodded. “I can’t hear you.”
“Yes Sir.”
“Or I’ll bind them apart.”
She looked at him with concern, and then, “Yes Sir, I’ll keep my legs apart.” The way he’d binded them it actually felt more natural, comfortable to just let them fall open, the bastard really knew what he was doing.
“Good girl, I know you will.” He got up and went back to stand over her face. Do you remember why you're being punished?
Oh yeah, the computer, fucking connection to the server -so disappointing. “I touched your laptop without your permission Sir.”
“That’s right.” He ditched his clothes, took out his penis and palmed it, it was long and hard silky, the veins standing out, he put it against her lips and she put it in sucking it like he’d taught her really getting into it, taking his heavy balls into her mouth when
he lifted his cock leaving herself spread open, so into it she almost didn't hear him get the lube. Almost.
What did he need lube for?
She was so lovely K thought, so incredibly lovely and so hungry. A less trusting person might have thought the computer had been left out as a deliberate temptation, so that he would have a reason to inflict one of his punishments on her later? Manipulative? Who? Him?
Damn, but seeing her like this - his cock was hard as a rock, his balls tight against his body ready to burst. Her hot little tongue really was irresistible. Being a manipulative bastard really did have its privileges.
Crawling over her in 69 position he said, “Keep working me Francine you're doing very well. You're keeping my balls nice and wet like I like them.” She continued, doing the best she could with her tied hands. She’d never sucked on any other man like this but him but he was so clean, even down here smelling like soap and his skin was so soft around his heavy round balls and as she sucked and licked she could feel his hips echoing the same helpless desire that hers did and this comforted her and turned her on even more. “OK, that’s enough.”
His hands went back between her legs, lubing her up, getting her even more hot and bothered. Her pussy and swollen clit ached under his knowledgeable artful ministrations. She thought to herself soon, soon, her thighs were already starting to shake - and then she felt it. Something big at her pussy’s entrance. It was big. Just a little bigger than him which was saying something. And hard, harder than the hardest cock, it was stretching her. She whimpered as he put his cock back in her mouth.
“I want to come in your mouth today Francine.” She felt him slowly moving it in and out as he used the lube around the phallus and over her aching clit rubbing it, keeping it hungry, hungry enough so that it pulled in the huge phallus little by little filling her up. “But I decided it only fair to stretch my pussy out while I was doing it, maybe just a little more than she was used to - since you were so naughty.” He heard her whimper again seeing her body twist. “If it gets to be too much let me know by giving me 2 short kicks with your left foot. That would be the one closest to the couch, just so we’re clear. Of course if you do we’ll have to stop everything for a while and - start over again until you're ready.” He heard her whimper. “So lets just go slow and take our time OK?”
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