by S. J. Lewis
He was disappointed also. He’d just about worn himself out trying to break The Female. She wouldn’t break. She would bend all over the place, meekly accepting whatever plans he had for her, submitting to him completely. On the one hand, it was gratifying. She was getting better and better at sucking cock, even when he was slapping her rump with a riding crop. The last time around, he had grabbed a fistful of her hair and used that grip to make her go faster and deeper. She had whined and struggled and protested, but she hadn’t bitten him. When he’d come in her hot, wet, beautiful mouth, she’d squirmed and squealed through her nose…but she’d also swallowed, and licked his cock clean afterwards when he’d ordered her to.
He finished off the last of his coffee. He’d been drinking too much of it lately, but he needed the lift that the caffeine afforded. He had just about run out of things to do to her. It might be just as well. He was almost out of time, and very nearly out of energy.
“Hey, Master,” Lisa stuck her head into the cafeteria. She walked over to him, wearing only a bathrobe again. She was barefoot, and her hair was damp.
“What?” Ron asked. Lisa had started poking at him again, trying to get him riled up, ever since she’d realized that The Female was wearing him out. He had no idea what she was after. Maybe it was just in her nature to tease the big, dangerous animals. Maybe he could string her up in one of the rooms and have The Female watch while he worked that slim body over with a whip. Lisa certainly deserved a spanking, at least. Maybe that was what she was after. She probably got off on it.
“Your special project is freaking out,” Lisa smiled slyly. “They sent me to get you.”
“What?” Ron stood up. “What happened?”
“I dunno,” Lisa shrugged. “That’s all they told me. Maybe you’d best hurry on over.”
“Maybe I’ll just walk on over,” Ron yawned and stretched.
“Awww,” Lisa cocked her head to one side and looked up at him. “Are you getting tired? Is she too much…” she yelped and jumped as he gave her ass a hard, hard swat.
“Watch your mouth,” Ron warned her.
“Of course…Master,” she smiled as she watched him leave. Her expression was so smug that he very much wanted to wipe it off of her face. He’d much rather see her gasping and sobbing and begging for mercy. Maybe later. Maybe not. He was going to have to take a long, long vacation when this was all over.
He was in the second floor cafeteria. The Female was in yet another cell up on the third floor. It was a large cell, maybe eight feet by ten. Directly opposite it was another cell of the same size. Between them was a passageway no more than four feet wide. As he recalled, that other cell’s current occupant was an attractive blonde in her mid-twenties. She was tall, long-legged, and naturally blonde. Under any other circumstances he might have described her as stunning. Next to The Female, though, she seemed pale and insubstantial. The two women did not seem to like each other at all.
He took the stairs up to the third floor. He wanted to take his time. If The Female was freaking out, it might mean that he’d at last found some boundary that she wouldn’t cross without him pushing her over it.
When he got to the door that opened onto the cells he found a small crowd of three men and two women standing around it in the hallway. He could hear yells coming from inside the room, punctuated by occasional metallic clangs. It sounded like The Female was using her aluminum feeding bowl to bang on the bars of her cell. There was another, louder bang followed by an angry shriek.
“What’s going on?” he asked. The small crowd started to break up.
“We don’t know,” one of the men told him. “It started a couple of minutes ago. She sounds really mad about something.”
There was another loud bang, followed by what sounded like a stream of insults. The words were all in rapid-fire Spanish.
“Yeah, she does,” Ron nodded. “Guess I’d better go in.”
“You…ah…need any help?” The man seemed at once hopeful and apprehensive.
“No,” Ron shook his head. “Thanks. But I would like you to bring me something.”
“Okay…”
***
He entered the room just as The Female seemed to have run out of breath. She turned her glare from the woman in the other cell to him. All she was wearing was her collar and the harness that held the anal training plug in place. There was a fire in her eyes and she was breathing heavily. She stood with her legs apart, brandishing her feeding bowl, her hair in wild disarray. She looked spectacular.
“Put the bowl down,” he snapped. She let it drop from her fingers and it clanged onto the floor and rolled away. She gripped the bars of her cell.
“Get this thing off of me!” she demanded. “Get this thing out of me! NOW!”
He didn’t say anything. He unlocked the door to her cell and swung it open. She took a step back when she saw his eyes flare and crossed her arms over her breasts.
“You want it out of you?” he asked in a very calm and mild voice. “You want it out of you now?” He stopped inside her cell and crossed his own arms. “Maybe you’re ready for the real thing? Maybe you want the real thing instead?”
She suddenly shrank back against the far wall of her cell. She looked worried now.
“N…no,” she shook her head.
He nudged the feeding bowl with his foot. It was dented so badly that it wasn’t usable any more.
“Come here,” he ordered. She hesitated.
“Come HERE!” he bellowed. She jumped and stepped towards him. Her arms were still crossed protectively. Her eyes were wide and fearful.
“Put your hands down,” he ordered. She obeyed. He took a key out of his pocket and inserted it in the small padlock that held her harness in place.
“Please…no…” she whimpered.
“Quiet.” He stopped what he was doing just long enough to slap her face. She let out a little cry of surprise and shock. She started to raise a hand to her cheek and stopped. He opened the padlock and removed it, putting it in his pocket along with the key. He removed the leather harness and tossed it aside.
He looked into her eyes. They were still wide, still fearful, but there was something else there as well, shifting and moving, way down deep. He couldn’t tell what it was, but he liked what she saw.
“Get over here.” He grabbed her by her hair and pulled her into the middle of her cell. “On your knees.”
“Please,” she whimpered. “Please, Master…”
“I said ‘quiet’,” he snapped. He slapped her ass hard, making her yelp. She sank to her knees with him still gripping her hair. He stopped her facing towards the opposite cell. The woman in it was crouching against the back wall, staring at the scene in what could be wide-eyed horror or just a very good act.
“Bend over,” he ordered. He pushed her head forward and down until her nose was touching the cold cement floor. He could have done it on her mattress, but he wasn’t inclined to even that small mercy. She put her hands out to support herself and he pulled them behind her roughly. It took only a moment to lock her wrists in the handcuffs he’d asked for. The position forced her shoulders to the floor, he ass high and wide.
“No…” she moaned. “Please, Master!”
“QUIET!” he roared. He spanked her hard. She yelped, but didn’t jump. He pushed her fettered hands up almost between her shoulder blades. “Keep them there,” he told her.
The plug didn’t come out easily, in spite of all the lubricant he’d used when he’d put it in. She groaned once as the widest part came out. It was still fairly clean. Captive women in anal training were fed a special diet. It was nourishing and filling, but “low-residue”, as he’d been told. He laid the plug aside. When she heard the sound of his zipper, he saw her body quake again in fear.
“Spread your legs,” he said. She moaned.
“Please…” she began.
“DO IT!” He slapped her ass hard. She whimpered and sniffled and obeyed. He kept his eye on her as h
e put the condom on. The package said that it was specially lubricated. He hoped it was lubricated enough. He edged forward on his knees, holding his cock with one hand to guide it in. He felt hard as a rock, and as merciless as one.
She yowled when she felt the head of his erection against her anus. She yowled again as he began slowly thrusting into her. Lubricated or not, it wasn’t easy. She was still awfully tight. He pushed harder, and she shrieked. Tension. Dread. Panic. He could feel all her apprehensions pouring from her terrified body.
He didn’t try to fit all of his cock in her lovely rounded ass – too much too soon. She was trembling violently now, but thankfully she wasn’t struggling or trying to pull away. He stopped after he got about two or three inches in, feeling her tight muscles around his cock. He stroked her back gently.
“Who am I?” he asked her.
All she did was moan. It started out high pitched and climbed higher. He pulled out a little and gave her a quick, short thrust. She squealed.
“Who am I?” he repeated.
“M…m…ma…” she began. He pulled out and thrust in a little again. This time she grunted.
“WHO AM I?”
“Master!” she wailed.
“Tell me!” He repeated the short thrust.
“Master!” she repeated.
He thrust into her ass several more times. Each time, she said ‘Master’ in a breathy grunt. Her being was still scared, still apprehensive, but much less tense. She’d had enough for a first time.
When he finally pulled out of her, he unlocked one of her wrists from the handcuffs, stood up, and peeled off the condom, tossing it over with the plug. He picked up the feeding bowl and banged on the bars of her cell with it once. Almost immediately Lisa arrived, naked and collared, bearing a washbasin full of warm, soapy water, a washcloth, and a small towel. The Female was still kneeling bent over on the floor, whimpering, trembling and sniffling. Lisa looked down at her and then back up at Ron. When he opened the cell door, Lisa laid the washbasin down on the floor in front of The Female and placed the washcloth and towel next to it. The Female looked up briefly then, but stayed bent over on her knees. Lisa scurried out, while. Ron pulled the cell door shut. He took The Female by her hair and pulled her up so that she was kneeling upright. He let go of her hair then and took a step back.
“Face me,” he ordered. Still sniffling, she turned around gingerly, still on her knees on the hard, hard floor. He pointed at his cock, still erect and hard. “Wash it,” he said. “And wash it good, because afterwards you’re going to suck it dry.”
She stared blankly at his cock for a moment. There were tears in her brown eyes, but not many. Then she turned and carefully picked up the washbasin. She laid it at his feet and turned again to pick up the washcloth. She soaked it in the soapy water and wrung it out, then began to wash his cock. She was very gentle, and very thorough, even though the condom had kept it clean. She might have kept washing it indefinitely if he hadn’t stopped her. She seemed to be fascinated by it. She washed his balls too.
Finally, she laid the basin aside with the washcloth in it and picked up the towel. She dried him with as much care and thoroughness as she’d washed him. She was so gentle that the terrycloth might as well have been silk for all he felt.
“Enough,” he said finally. She laid the towel aside next to the basin. Then she bent over, her nose touching the floor, and put her hands behind her so that he could cuff her again. He hadn’t expected that, but he wasn’t going to complain. When both of her hands were cuffed again, she slowly pulled herself upright and looked up. Her face seemed strangely peaceful and there was a ghost of a smile on her lips.
“May I, Master?” she asked in a husky voice.
“Yes,” he smiled. She leaned forward slowly, her mouth opening for him. She licked at his cock, as if to see if any soap remained on it, then began licking it all over.
Ron looked over at the blonde briefly. She was still against the far wall, but now she seemed more fascinated than horrified. He looked back down at The Female. She had just taken his cock into her mouth and her eyes were closed. She made a small noise of pleasure as her lips slid down the shaft. She took him in deeply and just held him there for a long moment, then looked up at him with her mouth full of his cock. He could have sworn she was smiling. Then she set to work with a slow, steady rhythm. When he finally came, it was so intense that he had to grip her head in both hands. She grunted through her nose at each spurt of semen into her mouth and put on a small and ineffectual act of struggling. When he pulled out and let go of her head, she tilted her head back, staring up. He heard her swallow.
***
It was the last night. He might not have been able to keep track, but someone in the Office could. He had taken The Female to the same imitation log cabin room that Carla had brought him to. There was a fire crackling on the hearth. The light coming through the fake windows was a good imitation of sunset. The Female lay on what was probably a fake bearskin rug. She was naked, but tonight she wore no collar. Her hands were bound securely behind her with coarse rope. She watched him quietly as he poured out wine for both of them. When he came to her, she rose to a reclining position, propping herself up on one elbow. He held the glass of wine to her lips and let her drink. She only sipped at it.
“May I speak, Master?” she asked shyly.
“Yes,” he answered.
“This feels…different. Is there something I should know?”
He settled down onto the bearskin next to her and let his eyes roam over her long legs before looking into her eyes. The firelight put part of her face in shadow, but she seemed concerned.
“Tonight is your last night,” he said simply. “Tomorrow morning, you’ll be taken back to your hotel.”
“So soon? It can’t be.” She drew closer, pressing herself against him, looking worried now. “I don’t want to go now.”
“Sorry,” he shook his head. “That’s how it works.”
“Is that how you want it to work, Master?” she asked.
“What do you mean?” He looked down at her. She just stared back at him wordlessly for a long moment, and then her face seemed to crumple. The next thing he knew, she had buried her face in his lap and was sobbing uncontrollably.
“I don’t want to go!” she wailed. “I don’t want you to send me away!”
“Hey, hey, hey,” he took her by her shoulders and raised her back up so that she was sitting facing him. “What’s the matter? I’m not ‘sending you away’.”
“Yes, you are!” she accused between sobs. “Why? Did I not please you, Master?”
“Ah…” Ron was dumbfounded. He’d never had a woman react like this when she’d been told her time in captivity was almost over. “Stop calling me ‘Master’,” he said. “What’s the matter?”
“I told you!” she cried out. “I don’t want to go!” She broke down into tears and sobs again.
“Why not?” Ron asked.
“Look at me,” she said. Her voice was unsteady. “I’m forty years old. I’ve never done anything like this before. I’ve always been too busy, too preoccupied, too damned scared…” She sobbed and hiccupped. Tears were streaming down her face. “You took me here and tied me up and set me free. Now you want to send me away! Where would I find another man who could make me feel the way you made me feel? I’m forty years old! How much time do I have left anyway, before I start to sag and ache? I worked hard and smart all my life. I have more than enough money to live on very comfortably even if I never work again. What would I do? What would I do? I’d be alone! I don’t want to be alone!” She broke down sobbing.
The next thing Ron knew, he was holding her close and kissing her fiercely. He could taste the salt of her tears on his lips.
Chapter Fourteen
The sun had set, but off to the west the sky was still bright. Ron fed a few more twigs and broken branches to the campfire. It didn’t really need any more fuel, but the activity gave him an excuse to look at E
lizabeth for a little while longer. She was staked out face down, spread-eagled, naked and gagged. All that lay between her body and the bare ground was a blanket of pine needles. She tossed her head to get her hair out of her face and looked back at him over her shoulder. She saw him watching her and ground her hips in a slow circle before dropping her head back down. She began struggling with her bonds, making little whimpers of dismay – she knew what he liked. He got up and slowly walked over to her. The rawhide thongs that tied her wrists and ankles to the tent stakes he’d driven into the ground looked a bit tight. She squirmed and writhed and turned her head to look up at him. Her panties were stuffed deeply into her mouth and held in place with more rawhide. The rest of her clothes were piled loosely in front of her where she could see them.
He squatted down beside her and spanked her rump once. She made a squeaking noise and was still. She’d turned her head back. He couldn’t see her face because of her thick mane of hair, but he could hear her breathing heavily through her nose, just like a woman on the verge of panic. He slapped her ass again, harder. She yelped and started struggling again, frantically, desperately, hopelessly.
He got up and stood behind her, between her long, strong legs. He was already as hard as a rock, and it was a little difficult untangling his cock from his jeans and boxers. He shoved them both down around his ankles and dropped to his knees. She squealed when he began applying the lubricant to her anus. It always felt a little cool at first.
The next step was the condom. It was lubricated as well. She was still so tight that he needed it. She began whimpering as he positioned himself, and she shrieked through her gag as he entered her, tossing her head wildly. He supported his weight on his arms as he slowly thrust his cock all the way into her and then carefully lowered himself until he was laying full length on her back. He heard her groan as she took his weight. She was huffing and panting now. He could feel her trembling. He brushed her hair away from the nape of her neck and kissed her there before biting her gently. She shuddered and made a purring noise. He could feel her anus clenching and unclenching around his cock. Then he lifted himself up off of her with one arm, and with his free hand he gripped a fistful of her hair, and began pumping her, hard and deep. She exploded in another fit of squeals, shrieks and struggles. Anyone happening on the scene now would think that he was brutally raping her.
