Author's Pen Name: Suzie Samuels
Fan E-Mail Address: [email protected]
Title of Story: Vanished
Suggested Category: BDSM
Abbreviated Keywords: mfmmm, D/s, non-consensual,
bondage, humiliation, degradation, gs, spanking, group
 

Vanished

 
 
 
 
 

It has been a long day already. It had started well
before dawn, as most days do when I must travel a
great distance. This time the travel is all by rental
car. I love the freedom of driving, the miles rolling
one after another, town after town. 

For much of the early day, I am as usual, the
workaholic, as evidenced by my continual use of my
cell phone. Only getting off it when it gets so hot I
can’t stand it against my ear. Maybe it is the
mountain air, or maybe it I am having a breakdown but
after the last frustrating call I with a vicious tug
yank the cord out of the cigarette lighter jack and
toss it over my shoulder into the back seat. Enough of
that! 

I just want to be alone, lost to the work world that
keeps me so tethered. This is the first time I have
cut my tether in years. Now, no one knows exactly
where I am, they know where I will be in three days
time when I catch my plane, but not for now. I drive
brooding for sometime until I turn off the air
conditioner, roll down the window, and let the warm,
pine-scented air lift my spirits. As it works its
magic my foot eases on the gas pedal. I watch the
beautiful, high desert country go by with me getting
slower with every mile and the ‘got to’ rush, ‘got to’
be somewhere sensations ease. I continue my drive
leisurely enjoying the time alone thinking of my life.
 

People say I am successful and I certainly I have
enjoyed some successes; but they have been at a cost.
Only I really know what the cost has been. I have it
all, the big house, the perfect family, an equally
successful husband and we have two beautiful,
intelligent, children – one of each. I also own a
thriving business. We belong to all the right clubs
and have the respect of the business community. I have
lots of friends and family, too as a support group to
round out my world. To the world I am a happy and
successful businesswoman who has mastered juggling it
all. My children are in the care of nannies and
schools and my house is well cared for by the nanny /
housekeeper. My busy husband is so busy too that he
doesn’t noticed that we are not together alone
anymore. When was the last time we travelled together
alone or even have gone on a date? It has been a long
time; I cannot remember when it was. I muse over the
missed dance recitals, missed Cub Scout camps and the
ball games I just could not get away from work to
attend.

Yes, I have it all, but I am not happy today, it is
just too much for me to carry sometimes and this day
is one of them. Well I mean I am not happy with parts
of my life, I love my kids, my husband and my family
and friends. It is work; that has been killing me. I put in
way too many hours and I leave always feeling there is
something I have left undone. So I leave every night I
struggle with the tug of war going on in my mind, stay
and work or go and feel guilty. 

Not even when I leave work do I go straight home to my
family; I stop at my gym first. In many ways it is my
sanity pill, I exercise and tone my body with the same
passion I do everything else. I am lean and firm from
hours of aerobics and running and my muscles are well
developed from my weight training. My time at the gym
rejuvenates me for the rest of my day, which will be
equally as busy as my working day. Every morning
before daylight and long before I wake the kids I run
for two miles and walk for a mile. The walk is my time
to smell the roses. My body frame is average in size,
but with my body type, I could become one of those
pear-shaped women. I am in great shape if I do say so
myself but it takes dieting, fanatical dieting and
tons of exercise. I have overheard guys at the office,
my employees saying that I am stacked and when I do I
cannot help but walk just a little bit more sensual
past them. ‘Look, boys, but don’t touch.’ I laughingly
say to myself. My average 9-hour workday and my hour
at the gym is the routine before heading home to hubby
and my darlings.

While the gym recharges my batteries it cuts into my
time with those I love. I so look forward to being
swarmed as I walk in the door, the last one home. They
all have something to tell me, a secret to share or a
homework assignment that they need my help with. I am
blessed. But it overwhelms me all to often too and
then I feel inadequate to my responsibilities. 

Oh, the freedom that came with simply pulling that
plug. The car rented in my name not my company’s name,
as I usually do and no one owns my time for now. I came
three thousand miles and sold my business in
principle, the details to be worked out later when I
return home. I think I did it here so I would not have
to face my world and my irrevocable decision for these
three days. I will have the rest of my life to face
the decision. I did it with no fanfare or any real
plans for my future, but I feel like I dumped the
weight of the world. Now no one knows where I am or
what I am doing. 

I turned off onto a side road across the cattle gate
then slowed and pulled over to the side of the road
and in a daring uncharacterised move shed my business
attire and leave only the necessities on, my soft-pink
silk camisole and black mini skirt. After putting in
my favourite tape I push the seat way back and recline
it. I pull aside my thong panties and lie there
playing with myself in the quiet of the hot afternoon.
With the toss my phone, my tether I have all thrown
caution to the wind, I am like a neophyte in a world
without purpose. 

Something has brought me to this high desert road and
I am glad it did. It is so beautiful, so peaceful, and
so absolutely quiet. The ponderosa pines for years
have spread a carpet of needles across the land. It is
so different here than at home; so rocky and craggy.
The windows are rolled down and I love the scent. I
What I do not understanding yet is that I have arrived
at my new home. 

Maybe I dozed off, I will never know for sure, but
suddenly I am conscious of the fact that I smell smoke
heavy in the air; I can see what must be a fire in the
distance, thick rolling smoke obliterating everything.
I quickly start the car and drive away. I’m not yet
worried there must be roads off of this one that will
take me clear of it and I know that there are no roads
behind me for miles and miles, surely there must be.
How did that happen so fast…. the fire that was off in
the distance only a moment ago is now behind me also?
There are hundreds of panicked animals running across
the road everywhere, I swerve and miss several, their
panic infecting me my heart races. I am facing a herd
of deer and there is no missing them. I close my eyes
not wanting to see their slaughter. Crunch, I can hear
their bones breaking. What a horrible thought,….. to
think that I am taking a life. I cannot control the
car. It rolls. The last thing I hear is my scream… a
scream that echoes in my head for what seems like
forever. In that split second, I realize I will be
burnt alive soon. I pass out never expecting to live. 

My last conscious thought was ‘I want to live!’
 

Awakening, I become aware of my surroundings slowly.
The darkness recedes. My head hurts unbelievably.
Breathing hurts my throat is so, so very sore. I smell
smoke. ‘Why am I smelling smoke?’ I ask myself. “OH MY
GAAWDDDDDDD!” I scream. Ooh my throat hurts, the
scream dies, and it is too painful to scream. My eyes
pop open and I thrash around, I must get out of this
car; run for my life. I am trapped, I cannot move.
“Let me out! Help! Why can’t I move? Where am I? Where
is the car? Where are all the animals? Where is the
fire? God help me, please.” I pull and pull but still
I seem to be trapped, but I am not trapped in the car.
I am not in the car. But, I can’t sort out where I am.
‘Oh, my heads hurts so badly please stop the hurt’. I
feel so funny.

‘God I hurt.’ and I cannot move at all, not even my
head can turn. I am blind …. No there is something
covering my eyes, I am blindfolded. I am tied so tight
that it is hard to pull in a full lungful of the
precious clean air that I need. I attempt to call out
and cannot, something is in my mouth; I am so thirsty
but cannot call out. Is this my hell? I hear someone
moving out of my line of sight. I strain to see; to
speak but only hurt myself in the trying, my throat
aches from the effort. 

He tells me my fate; the world assumes I am dead
burned in my wretched car. Yes, I was caught in a
forest fire and crashed my car. He tells me, “Your
life is now as my sex slave. That’s all you are good
for, Suzie, is to be my cumslut, my reservoir for my
seed and you will take whatever abuse I chose to give
you. Understand, bitch?” I don’t. I must be
hallucinating or am I in hell? All I know is I don’t
understand it, at all. I try to shake my head I can’t.
I try to take big gulps of air and it is hard. I am
horrified at the words he is says and they make no
sense to me at all.

I must have passed out again, for when I am next aware
of my surroundings my blindfold and gag are gone.
‘Breath deep Suzie, breathe deep and relax, look
around, figure out where you are. You are not in the
car, breath deep’ I blink my eyes several times trying
to adjust to the lighting. I look around, it is dim;
its not a house more of a cottage or a cabin. But why
am I here and not in a hospital? Am I paralysed from
the accident? I can feel my arms and legs. Good. 

‘Gawd, help me I am tied my arms are stretched wide
between two supporting poles. I look down and so are
my legs. I am wide open, WHY! Think, Suzie, think.’ I
tell my foggy pain-racked brain. ‘Why am I tied up?
Was I trying to run into the fire, was that it and the
firefighters have tied me to keep me safe? Were my
clothes burnt off of me, am I burnt?’ My head hurts, I
can’t think clearly. Bang! ‘What was that? Where did
that noise come from?’ A hot breeze sweeps over me,
all over me. ‘Oh God in Heaven save me I am nude.’ I
open my mouth to scream and realize my throat is much
to sore to scream. Water, I need water, before I can
even scream. 

Heavy steps on the floor I can feel the floor move
ever so slightly under my bare feet. I try to see who
is moving around. How can I cover up, I can’t be seen
like this. Turning my head, ‘Oh that makes my head
hurt even worse.’ I close my eyes while the pain and
the subsequent dizziness dissipates. 

I open my eyes again and can only see the silhouette
of someone, someone big, a giant framed in the doorway
against the brightness of the outdoors. “Help me! May
I have some water, please,” I rasp out barely audible.
 

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

“Who are you? Where am I?” I struggle to ask.
Pleading. “ Water?” 

“That’s right, beg, woman, you will be doing a lot of
that from now on.” He announces in his booming voice
accompanied with a deep rolling belly laugh. He walks
towards me and stands very close to me; I can feel the
heat from his body on my naked body. He smells clean,
of strong soap and definitely male cologne, spicy. 

“Please get me a blanket or some clothes, please. I
can’t stay nude like this, help me, sir.” I look up
into his face for the first time. How would I describe
him? He is clean shaven, very tanned with a big head
that goes with the bigness of the rest of him, square
is how I see him, that’s it he has a big face that’s
square, a strong chin. He has very, very blue eyes and
a full head of hair. No, he isn’t the giant I at first
took him to be but he is a large, a barrel-chested man
with a deep resonant voice. Actually not bad to look
at, if he was my type. He stands in front of me and
tweaks my tits. 

“Ouch you bastard.” He turns and is gone.

He, that’s all I can call him; I have no other name
for him, he doesn’t introduce himself. He comes close,
with a blue enamelled dipper full of water. “Here
Suzie, have a drink. Drink slowly. You have had quite
a sleep there, woman. You okay, Suzie?” He kindly
asks. His voice makes my head hurt more; it seems to
echo in my head. His kindness and caring pushes me
over the edge, the tears flow and I can only nod yes.
I am alive anyway for now. 

“Oh, I bet you have a headache, don’t you, my poor
thing. I did find some Tylenol in your luggage, so I
guess you can safely take them, I can’t let anything
happen to you, pet.” He quietly says as he runs his
right index finger under my chin. He takes his finger,
wet with my tears, and puts it in his mouth. “Um my
first taste of my women, yum.” ‘His woman.’ My aching
head tries to rationalize what he means. “Here my
sweet, take these and I will untie you and move you to
our bed so you can sleep some more, you will feel
better when wake up. I wanted you to wake up, tied
here so you would know this is where you belong. We
will talk then, Ok? You must promise not try to run or
I will leave you here spread eagle. If you do try to
escape you will remain tied for a very long time. Do
you understand?” 

He bends and unties my legs, re-chaining them together
attaching cuffs to my ankles with about a 12” chain
between them. They do not feel cold. Actually they
feel nice, sort of soft. He opens the right wrist cuff
and re-clamps it to something around my waist. I
hadn’t even released that there was something around
my waist until now. It is a belt of some kind; it is
wide, but how wide. He repeats the same on my left
hand though this one he holds for a few seconds and
rubs. “Just getting some circulation back into your
hand. Now then I think a trip to the potty is in
order, but first another drink of water, then potty,
bed and sleep.” He says to me speaking to me as if I
was a child.

When I look around the cabin it is one big room, very
large actually maybe 16 by 30, but just one big room
with a separate bathroom. He carries me fireman style
to his bathroom and gives me a slap o the ass as he
sits me on the john. Surprisingly it is a very modern
bathroom that has been attached, obviously as an
add-on to his rustic cabin. He leans against the
vanity for a moment, then turns and takes out a clean
washcloth and towel. Filling the sink he lathers the
washcloth with a strong male smelling soap. We watch
each other in the mirror. I whisper, “I can’t go with
you standing here, please leave, sir, I will be all
right.” He just laughs. 

“Suzie, there is not part of you I haven’t already
examined, so there is no reason to be ashamed. I
approve of all your parts.” I blush; I feel heat in my
face that is something I have likely only done maybe a
half dozen times in my life because of my olive skin.
“Please just go do whatever you need. I have already
cleaned you all up once, you know. I bathed you from
head to toe, you were so dirty, sooty, sandy soil and
blood.” He laughs at my discomfort. I am mortified at
the thought of him having washed me, touched me…who
knows how and where I have been violated and maybe
even raped by this man. I grimace in revulsion. He,
that’s how I think of him simply as ‘He’. 

He faces me with the soapy cloth and washes my
tear-streaked face. “You still are breathing out
smoke, see.” He shows me the dark stain on the cloth,
“You will for a few more hours or maybe even days, I
am not really sure. But I looked it up on the Net, and
you should be ok in time.” ‘Oh, that’s reassuring.’ He
gently, very gently for such a massive man dries my
faces and taking a comb, combs my hair, pulling me
into his belly as he does the back. I pee and pee, I
can’t hold it another minute. It is hard to believe I
could go with this strange man holding my head in this
strange room, battling smoke inhalation. 

He stands me up and puts one foot on the toilet and
bends me over his raised knee. He takes the freshly
wrung out cloth and gently washes all traces of my pee
away. He spends way too much time doing this; the
rough cloth rubs over my clit. Then moves back opening
my labia lips and washes them and my vulva carefully
continuing to move back. He washes my anus around and
around and then pulling my ass cheeks open he shoves
the cloth into my asshole. 

It hurts and I cry out flailing my arms at him, tying
to get him to stop, to let me go. "You BASTARD, STOP
THIS INSTANT, STOP!" I scream hysterically at him. 

“I want you nice and clean.” He dries me, down there,
where not even my husband has done such a thing, yet
he does it using little patting motions. 

Heaving me over his shoulder again “Now then, off to
bed for you. When you wake up we will talk, not now.
You are still too woozy for it to mean anything. I
thrash around as he re-ties me spread eagle with my
ass up on 2 pillows. “Suzie, while you sleep I will be
shaving your cunt. These pillows will allow me to
shave you easier.” Throwing a quilt over me he
saunters out and shuts the door with the same bang
that announced his arrival. Alone the tension I have
been feeling lessens, I relax enough to drift into a
fitful sleep, full of nightmares, I scream and cry,
reliving the fire and crash. Being tied limits my
movement. 

“SSSHHHHHHHH, there little lady, SSSSHH, lay still or
you will be cut in a really bad place.” He chuckles
lightly as I feel a wet something on my crotch.
Placing a hand on my stomach he starts to shave me. I
feel a shudder roll through me. He pulls my lips taut
as he shaves each side of my labia. I have never been
shaved except to give birth to my two children. The
thought of them makes me sob uncontrollably. He opens
my ass cheeks and checks for hair there. I feel cool
water run over me and a soft towel pats me dry. The
towel is replaced with his large paw, between my legs.
It is there possessively, not moving just here. His
hand is huge, hard and calloused. All I can think of
is his hot calloused hand. I have closed my eyes tight
not wanting to see the demonic look that this mad man
must have as he shaves my crotch.

“There Suzie all done, you can open your eyes, I know
you are awake. We need to talk, open those big brown
eyes. Well if you are not going to open them, I will
still talk and I am only saying it once. Here goes. I
saw you go off the road after hitting the deer and you
ploughed right into an outcropping of rocks in a stand
of pine. I was on my way back from town rushing to get
through before the fire overtook me but I stopped and
pulled you out. Your stuff was scattered all over the
ditch from the impact, your purse and briefcase,
anyway. I pulled you away moments before the car
exploded into a fireball setting that stand of trees
on fire too. Then an idea came to me. You know you are
very pretty and I have been looking for someone to be
my woman. I get very lonely up here sometimes. Why
not? Your arrival into my life was like manna from
heaven. The fires, the crash, all your stuff strewn
all over, people will just think you are dead. Bet
they think you were hurt but still mobile and that you
ran away from the fire and got trapped by it and in
this terrain, your body would never be found. After I
went through your purse I threw it back into the car
and watched it burn. Suzie the world thinks you are
dead.” A sob escapes me, I have been holding my breath
during his monologue and now I sob uncontrollably. 

“Please, please I have a family, a husband and 2
beautiful children and they need me. I must go back.
Please sir, I beg you to call the police and tell them
I am OK or just untie me and let me go. I won’t tell
them about you, honest. PLEASSSSSSE!” I plead between
uncontrollable sobs. 

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

“No! No! No, never will I be yours. You must
understand I am married. See, see, my wedding ring.” I
turn to look at my left hand and there are no wedding
rings there to see. “No, where are they?” I whimper
unable to hold back my despair. 

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

His left hand moves onto me also, claiming my left
breast. His index finger circles my nipple and about
every third time around he gives the nipple a tug. I
thrash around in my restraints trying to dislodge his
hands. “Go away, you bastard. Take your fucking hands
off me.” Now I am fighting mad. “ You, motherfucker,
take you HANDS OFF ME!!!!!!!!!!!!!” I shriek. 

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

He undoes my restraints and pulls me by my left arm;
gone are the niceties. I fall off his high bed and he
drags me to the corner where there is an old green
plaid wool blanket on the floor. An old, crippled dog
lies there on it. The dog growls at me as he, throws
me quite literally onto the blanket. 

“I can’t stay here, please, I am allergic to dogs and
he looks like he is full of fleas and likely worse,
please don’t make me stay here.” I beg, in a whinny
totally unnatural voice for me. He chuckles. Pushing
me down, he bends and reattaches my hands to the belt
around my waist and puts ankle cuffs on and attaches
an extra chain that he pulls up and attaches to my
belt at the back; holding me tight with my ankles
pulled unnaturally up behind me. 

“We will see how much fight you have left tomorrow
morning.” He turns and walks away. 

“YOU FUCKING BASTARD, DON’T LEAVE ME HERE!” I scream.
“I WILL SCREAM ALL NIGHT UNTIL MY DYING BREATH, YOU
PRICK IF YOU DON’T UNTIE ME THIS SECOND.” He never
says a word he just turns towards me and takes a dirty
looking used handkerchief from his back pocket and
stuffs it in my mouth. 

“There try screaming through that, why don’t you?” He
turns and walks away shutting the lights out as he
goes. “Be careful you don’t vomit or you will
asphyxiate and die, bitch.” 

The night is dark. I am naked and cold. My teeth
usually chatter when I get cold and they would now
except for the gag. The thought of his dirty snotty
hanky in my mouth makes my stomach rolls and the bile
swells up into my esophagus; I will it down afraid I
will vomit. I attempt to stay as far away from the
dog. The blanket smells of dirty old dog. But my
tether only allows me to just get off it. Oh I hate
dogs and I hate fleas even worse. AND I HATE BEING
HERE. Every noise is amplified in my fear-racked head.
I hear him rolling around in his bed; it creaks under
his weight. Every time he moves my heart stops in
terror of what is to come. ‘Oh what is to become of
me?’ 

I guess at some point I must have slept because the
room is full of sunlight and he is fully dressed
smelling of soap and his spicy aftershave even across
the room. I try to watch him through half open eyes
not moving my head; maybe he has forgotten me. “Oh,
dear God, in heaven, please let him forget me. Please
make him let me go in the name of the Father, the Son
and the Holy Ghost. Amen.” I silently pray repeatedly.
I try to keep my breathing slow and deep as if I am
sleeping. He ignores me. I am not sure whether or not
he is aware I am awake or even if he remembers I am
there. 

He goes outside leaving the door open. The sun is
bright; the air is cool but not cold even on my bare
skin. The smell of the pine-drenched air is so nice
after smelling dirty dog for hours. It wipes out all
the dog smells instantly. It is like a tonic awakening
my senses. The sun is in my eyes and I automatically
squint. I eagerly drink in the fresh air in great deep
rejuvenating breaths. The dog limps to his feet and
saunters outside. The fresh air and the absence of him
give me the confidence to open my eyes wide. My head
swivels around sizing things up now that my head is
not aching as badly. It has settled into just a dull
pain now. Maybe there is a way I can get out of here. 

For the first time I get to clearly see the other side
of the cabin. It is nearly all glass and appears to be
set up as a lounge and a home office. I cannot help
but wonder what he does because he has all kinds of
computer equipment, lots and lots of it. Beyond the
wall of glass is the most beautiful scene, all
mountains and trees and I can see a trace of water
nearby also. I can see why he has his desk facing it;
I wouldn’t get any work done if it was my desk. I
guess I am lost in my reverie. 

He is standing over me, he must have moved like a cat
so silent. How has he moved that fast? “Well, well,
you are awake. Suzie, I knew the instant you woke up,
I just wasn’t ready to deal with you, and so I left
you here like a dog, an animal. You can stay there
until you are ready to talk to me.” He pokes me with
the toe of his snicker as he turns walks away. 

He should not have done that; his poke though not hard
hit me right in the bladder and now I must use the
toilet. I lay there willing, my body to quell my urge
to pee. As always though Mother Nature will not be
denied. If I do not get to the toilet soon, I will be
no better than this a dog who has not been house
trained. I have held off as long as I can, now there
is real urgency for to me use the toilet. I can’t
lower myself to the level of the dogs. “Sir, may I use
the bathroom, please?” 

He was going about setting the table. Glasses, bowls
and spoons, we must be having juice and cereal.
Something is not right he has only one of each. No
that can’t be I am so hungry and I must pee. No. He
cannot possibly refuse me something to eat. ‘When did
I last eat? What day is it? Louder I say with a dry
throat “Sir, Sir please, I must go to the bathroom,
please, don’t make me go on the floor. I beg you not
to humiliate me any further.” Without a word, he turns
and looks at me, giving me a long stare. We just look
at each other. I am praying he will untie me and let
me go to the bathroom. ‘Oh Please, let him.’ I have no
idea what he is thinking but he finally walks over and
reaching down from his height he undoes my chains.
Then he goes back about preparing breakfast. I try to
stand but my legs are cramped so badly that I cannot
stand when I try. “Oh help, please help me.” 

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

‘Oh thank Gawd.’ I close the door. I fumble for the
lock. There is no lock. No lock! Even my privacy is
subject. I am alone. Maybe I can think, but I must pee
first. I stumble to the toilet as my pee starts
flowing even before I am seated. I have no more than
stopped than he opens the door and walks it. He walks
in quickly for a man of his size. He reaches for a
clean washcloth and towel while filling the sink with
warm water. He again puts me over his knee and washes
my whole crotch, my pussy and my ass hole. This time
it is his soapy finger he inserts into my ass hole. I
close my eyes, ‘How can anyone want to so degrade
another human being?’ I breathe deep trying to fight
the pain. He never says a word. He leaves me standing
there. This time I keep my mouth shut because I must
eat.

“Come eat!” 

‘Oh thank you.’ I say under my breath, my prayers are
answered. He just wanted to scare me, that’s all. I
walk out still embarrassed at being nude in front of a
strange man, I avert my eyes, like a child that
believes that if they cannot see someone, and then the
other person cannot see them. I use my hands to
attempt to cover my private of parts. I know it’s just
a mind game but it helps me survive what is happening.
I walk straight for the table on my still wooden legs.
He is sitting there eating a huge bowl of oatmeal. I
am just about there when it dawns on me that there is
no place set for me. I look at him and gasp. 

“That’s right, woman, until you submit to me
willingly, you will eat on the floor. It is right here
beside me. Come here now.” He indicates where the bowl
is beside him. I stand there, wishing I could be
defiant, but I am so weak from the lack of food, I
must eat. 

I know my blood sugar must be way down and that will
be adding to my fuzzy feeling. I walk over and hold
out my hands. “Please Sir?” 

Shaking his head he says no. “No, find your own way to
eat. After you eat, you will do the dishes and clean
up, understand.” I nod and kind of tumble; down to the
bare floor. I take the bowl as best I can in my hands
and bring it to my mouth and gobble it up quickly. I
do not think it hit bottom until the last bite. I have
got oatmeal all over my face. I try my best to wipe it
off, wishing I had a napkin like I would at home. 

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

“Now it is time to clean you, my pet.” He propels me
towards the bathroom. He sits me on the toilet and
turns on the taps filling the tub; he adds a strong
lemon-scented bubbling bath oil. The steamy air is
heavy with the scent. He bends opening the cabinet and
brings out a vinegar douche; I recognize the box. He
puts it on the cabinet. “Use it or I will.” He adjusts
the water temperature. Walking two paces to the other
end of the cabinet, he sits on the vanity and watches.
‘No fucking way, I can do that with him watching!’ I
sit and look at him then the douche box. I shake my
head involuntarily no. He slides off the cabinet and
in a flash I reach for the box. 

“Please turn away, please.” 

“No!” I cannot believe that that I am inserting a
douche tube in my vagina with a man whom I do not even
know his name, sitting watching me. My face is so hot
from embarrassment; I keep my eyes averted. I squeeze
the cool liquid into me and feel it flow out. ‘Please
let this ordeal be over soon.’ 

“Good, Suzie, well done. Tub time. Come here let me
take off the cuffs and the belt.” He says taking out
the key. As he removes them I shiver. He laughs and
picks me up as if I weigh nothing, depositing me in
the tub full of warm lemon scented bubbles. ‘Oh so
nice.’ I lay back relishing in the feel. I hear him
doing something. I hope he is leaving. No he is
sitting beside me. “Here we go Suzie, I will shampoo
your hair.” I look at him with raised eyebrows. He
doesn’t say anything he just goes about it and he does
a good job. “Ok dear, now I will shave your underarms
and legs. I will bathe you daily and after today you
will bathe me. We will not bathe together, but we will
clean each other. Lift your arm.” He shaves me
carefully. Though I am terrified of him and I am full
of despair, he is gentle and his touch is not
unpleasant. He then washes me from head to toe. He
touches me everywhere under the pretence of washing
me, but he enters every hole, hard and deep. Using
first the washcloth then his hand he rubs my clit
until it is very near raw and she unhoods herself. He
cleans and cuts my fingernails and toe nails. I have
never had someone do everything for me, in this
manner. He lifts me out and takes a big blue fluffy
towel and dries me. 

He carries me to the posts and fastens me hands and
feet to the posts, which really stretches me. It feels
like my shoulders are pulling out of their sockets. 
Below I feel cold air way up in me. He has pulled me
very wide open by shortening the chains. I can
formulate the questions but I am afraid of spending
the rest of my life on the floor as a dog or worse so
I keep silent. I turn my head away and close my eyes,
willing myself to another place, a place where he
can’t get me. He comes forward with a makeup case. “I
am going to put your makeup on now Suzie. You will
always where your makeup like this for me all day
every day, even, no especially in our bed, understand
girl?” I can’t bring myself to nod so I just blink. He
takes his time, applying my makeup, much more time
than I ever have taken. Not necessarily a lot of
makeup, just very artfully done. He includes a lot of
mascara and lots of red, red lipstick. He picks up a
mirror and shows me my face. “Like this, always.” He
turns around and digs through the case and returns
with the brightest red nail polish. “Hold still, you
smudge this and I will be very upset and will hurt
you. So stand still and don’t close your hands.” He
applies a liberal coat of the lacquer to my
fingernails and then sitting on the floor to my
toenails after twisting a length of cotton batten
through my toes. He finishes, put everything away and
he leaves. 

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

I listen to see if I can hear a vehicle start, I do.
‘What if there is another fire, I am trapped.’ No I
can get away now, if I try hard enough. I pull and
pull trying to get my hands out of my velvet-lined
cuffs. ‘Don’t smudge the polish.’ I keep reciting like
a mantra. My arms ache from the strain and still I am
captive. 

I hear voices outside and freeze. I strain to hear the
conversation as it drifts in. I hear my name
mentioned. ‘No he won’t bring anyone into this place
with me chained here like this, surely not. He would
go to jail; he is not so demented. I hear at least 2
maybe three voices plus his deep voice. The door opens
and he lets three people enter before him. I could die
of the embarrassment of being seen like this. 

Addressing the older man, he says, “Well how do we do
this? I guess you take over from here, do you?” they
are all approaching me. He and the third man are
picking up the table and bringing it with them. They
set about three feet away in front of me. My face is
hot and my eyes are trying to take in everything. The
three strangers all head for the kitchen sink where
they scrub their hands very well, almost
surgical-like. 

He stands beside me and runs his hands over and
through my hair murmuring, “Suzie, you will be OK.
Just do as he tells you. Be still, girl.” I turn
towards him and with my eyes I plead for him not to
let them hurt me, 

“It is not too late to let me go, I won’t tell anyone,
honest. Please don’t let them hurt me, please.” I
whisper to him. He just smiles and keeps petting me. 

The two younger men return and start laying out all
manner of stuff on the table. The older man returns
and asks Geoff, “You sure you don’t want me to give
her something first.” He just shakes his head, no.
“Ok, she is your woman.” He says with a shrug. “Ok,
Geoff, it is time she is told what really gives here
so get on with it, my boy.” ‘Geoff. That is his name,
Geoff.’

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

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

Copyrighted 3/2000
Suzie Samuels

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

“This gentleman and his assistants are here to ensure
that you will always know who you belong to, me. If you
just go with the flow, you will survive.” My eyes are
huge, my throat is dry, and I cannot believe what I am
hearing. Geoff, steps out of my sight and he puts his
large warm hand on my left shoulder and I must admit
it is reassuring. “Steady Suzie.” The older man turns
towards me with a wide leather belt in his hand. No,
is not a belt, it is too small. ‘It looks like the
collar we had for our St. Bernard.’ I look perplexed
at him and at the other men; I twist trying to see
Geoff to see if he will explain what it is for to me.
I cannot see him, but he squeezes my shoulder as if to
say ‘It is Ok.’ I hate myself for turning towards him.
I hate him. I hate Geoff. Maybe I would feel just a
little more comfortable if there were at least one
woman here, as it is I feel so alone, so vulnerable. 

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

Here Geoff she is your woman you should have the honor
of putting your collar on her. Suzie, with this collar
Geoff is claiming you as his woman, his slut wife.”
Geoff doesn’t say anything to me; he just puts the
collar around my neck; adjusting it and fastening it.
It fits snug but not tight enough to cut off or impede
with my airflow. Buddy gives Geoff a small padlock and
he inserts it into the hasp and locks it. SNAP!!! The
finality of that snap sends a visible shudder of
revulsion through me. It is the loudest sound I have
ever heard. The thought of this permanently around my
neck makes me panic and I scream. 

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

Buddy steps back and Jimmy and Ronnie step towards me.
Just the look in their eyes makes me strain as far
back as I can, I am deathly afraid for my safety.
Geoff steadies me. Jimmy on my left takes hold of my
left breast. “Get your fucking hands of me, you
prick!” I screech. I never have sworn as much as I
have in the last twenty-four hours, I can hardly
believe I knew the words. With that my right nipple is
grabbed cruelly also by Ronnie. They pull and twist
sending an electric-like shock right to my clit. The
pain radiates from my poor nipples all the way down to
that deep spot in my crotch. My nipples have always
been very sensitive and certainly connect to my erotic
zones. The pain is too much and my knees give out, but
I can’t go anywhere; it just puts more strain on my
poor shoulders. I forget the collar only able to
concentrate on my nipples and the throbbing ache in my
crotch. 

“PLEASE, please.” I scream, it only ends in a whisper. I
look down and realize how swollen my nipples are. My
attackers face other, each taking hold of my nipples in
their opposite hands while the other hand holds my
breast from beneath, they rub a cream on nipples. It
immediately starts to feel cold. ‘What is this stuff,
why are they doing it to me? They hold my breast from
beneath, just standing waiting and holding me.

Stepping forward Buddy has a cruel-looking thing in
his hand he looks at Geoff again, “You sure that you
don’t want her to have more of a sedative first? This
is going to hurt her like hell.” My head swivels
between them.

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

“Do it.” Buddy moves closer to me with that thing.
Bingo, I know what it reminds me of the thing that
department stores use to pierce ears. ‘Hell, no.’ I am
frantic when the realization hits me as to what his
hideous plan is. ‘No, no one would do that to anyone
least of all me. Get a grip, lady, you are loosing
it.’ 

“Pull her nipples out as far as you can now; pull them
further. He puts a gold ring, which looks like real
gold into the piercing gun. I frantically fight him as
best I can. He attempts to put it over my left nipple
and. I pull back as far as possible and ram into him
with my head, pulling to the left then the right. I
fight a she-devil gone berserk. “Hold her Geoff.” He
steps behind me and braces me against him and holding
the posts so I am held stationary. I butt my head
against his and he just calmly says “
SSSSSSSSSSSSHHHH, woman, it will be done. Why don’t
you just close your eyes?”

His calm voice has the necessary effect on me and I
finally stop my fighting, submitting, for how can I win
against four large men. Submit is all I do, I do not
like it, and “I will find a way out of here one day,
so help me God, I will.” Buddy efficiently centres the
piercing gun and presses the trigger. “NOOOOOOOOO,
nnnooo, please no.” I scream in pain and terror, as I
have never done that before, ending in a whimper. 
Tears run copiously down my face, and I bite my lower
lip until it bleeds. But even my pain does not stop
Buddy; he quickly moves to the right nipple and
repeats the process efficiently. All I can manage this
time is a whimper and my head sags to my chin,
whimpering pathetically. 

Jimmy now approaches with a small jewelers soldering
gun with a small coil of gold wire. I watch but my
pain is too great at this moment to understand what is
about to happen. Buddy turns the gold ring in my left
nipple so it is closest to Jimmy and inserts behind
the ring a asbestos jig that fits around the ring to
protect my skin from the open flame. With obvious,
practiced ease, Jimmy touches the coiled gold to my
ring applying heat and permanently fastens the nipple
rings to my breasts. I watch in horror only able to
whimper. Buddy applies an antiseptic cream to wounds.
I look in disbelief at my permanent disfigurement.

Geoff massages my arms and shoulders murmuring, “I am
very pleased with you, Suzie, you did well. Rest for a
few minutes before we go ahead with rest of the
ceremony. I look at him in confusion. The pain has
overtaken all conscious thought and I close my eyes
just relieved that my tormentors have moved away from
me. I can feel wetness running down my legs, I have
peed myself, humiliating myself even more, I guess
from the excruciating pain. It doesn’t seem like
hardly enough for pee and I still need to go to the
bathroom. Geoff returns with the dipper full of cool
water. 

I smile weakly pleased with the gesture I whisper,
“Thank you, sir. Geoff, why are you doing this to me?”

“Because I can and I want you as my woman. Are you
ready for the next phase?” The three men who have done
this to me are back. Jimmy and Ronnie put the wide
belt back around my waist and pass each end to Geoff.
He pulls it up tight. Ronnie takes a narrow something
out of a dish of water; it has a ring on one end and
an adjustable end on the other. Ronnie and Jimmy
fasten it onto the belt at the back. I can feel the
wetness running down my ass cheeks and Jimmy reaches
between my legs and passes the adjustable end to
Buddy. He takes the end and pulls it up to the D ring
at the front of my belt. It reminds me of wearing a
pad. I don’t panic for that reason until Buddy starts
to pull it tight and keeps pulling it tighter and
tighter. I groan loudly and bite my lip. Buddy looks
into my eyes and tells me that the stripe is wet
leather. “Do you realize what will happen when it
starts to dry? Leather shrinks as it dries, it will
make it tighter and tighter. It will cut into your
clit; the pressure will let us see just how hard you
can be made to cum. I suggest you try to get some rest
because soon there will be no sleep for you. We will
be getting some ourselves, so we are ready for the
next phase.”

“The next phase, please what are you going to do to
me?” Buddy just smiles and turns to Geoff.

“Geoff you are to have a sleep too, so you are able to
handle the next step. I know you are excited but you
must sleep now. She will be a couple of hours; you
will know when she is ready. She’ll let us know, big
time.” 

Geoff runs his hands over the back of my head and
whispers “Soon Suzie, soon.” He touches both of my
nipple rings before he leaves, tugging on them till I
groan loudly. He goes to his bed, which sits on a
raised platform and lies down. The cabin’s lights are
turned off and my three tormentors leave the house. In
the quiet, I look at my damaged nipples all swollen
and with every beat of my heart they hurt more. Soon I
drift off to sleep, into a restive sleep. 

I have no idea how long I slept but I am awakened with
a terrible pressure, you know where. I blink hoping
the pressure is just a passing thing. No it is still
there. It is getting worse and worse, I can’t keep
still and I fight to keep quiet. I don’t want them,
the men, to know how badly it hurts. No, not hurts in
the normal way, the pressure is making my clit swell
and that is making me wet. I close my eyes in pain and
will myself not to feel the pleasure that causes the
pain. It is not something that I am accustomed too,
pain causing pleasure. AGGGGHHH. I moan softly. I moan
louder as the leather tightens under my crotch. The
moans, unbidden, are getting louder and turning more
into groans of pain. I cannot stop the tightening of
my vagina walls as if a cock is in me. I cum. My
orgasm is huge, all by myself. My eyes open and close
involuntarily the room has gotten very hot, very hot.
I can feel the perspiration breaking out on me, all
over me. The door opens, but I am lost in the moment
and continue my climax.

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

Geoff is now nude but he has the key in is hand. He
steps up to me and kisses me full on the mouth. I am
so hot that even though I loathe him, my mouth opens
to accept his deep kiss. I groan and moan in a need
that only he can satisfy. Suddenly my eyes fly open
realizing what I am doing, I try to turn away. ‘Um he
did feel good, tasted nice, too.’ He reaches up and
unlocks my left wrist rubbing circulation back into my
cold hands. The pain of the returning circulation is
so intense, hurts so much. He repeats on it my other
wrist. 

“Please undo that strap, please, Geoff. It hurts,
please.” I whine. He kneels and unlocks my right leg
and then my left. He does not attach the walking
chain. I guess he figures I am not stupid enough to
run with all of them here. Where could I go? Geoff
leaves the leather strap between my legs. He takes me
by the hand and leads me to the bed. Every step brings
another wave of orgasm that makes me stop dead in my
tracks, as I experience my climax. It makes for a slow
walk to the bed. Surprisingly the other men walk
behind Geoff and I stopping and watching my orgasms. I
can’t believe the number of times I’m coming, more
than I have ever had. ‘Shit I love this, but not like
this.’ 

Geoff turns to me and lifts me as if I weigh nothing
and places me in the center of his bed, not gently
like a lover and not nastily like an abuser or
kidnapper. Immediately the other three men are taking
my arms and legs and reattaching me extremely spread
eagle to Geoff’s cannonball bed. Geoff brings a basin
full of hot soapy water, he has yet another pale blue
fluffy towel over his arm. He sits on the bed and
wrings out the washcloth and washes my tear-streaked
face and dries it gently. He repositions himself
lower. “No, please, people are watching.” 

“Yes and they will be here for a while longer, Suzie.
It is all a part of the ownership ceremony. Just
relax.” He undoes my cunt strap and the rush of pain
is so fast and hurts like crazy as the blood floods
back. He says as he proceeds to wash my pussy and ass
taking his time, feeling my very swollen clit. I groan
under his touch and close my eyes. He passes the basin
and towel to Ronnie. He stands and accepts a short
whip from Jimmy. Geoff starts whipping my breasts oh
the pain; it is so intense. 

‘Aaaaaaaaaaaaaagggggggggh.’ He is careful not to touch
my sore swollen pierced nipples, but just the shockwaves cause me unbearable pain. Then the unthinkable happens, he, Geoff, strikes both of my nipples in the same swing, I scream louder than I thought possible. They stand waiting and watching me; all eyes on my vagina. As the pain recedes the most glorious deep ache occurs in my vagina. I cannot help myself, my hips rise up in ecstasy, and my eyes close
in what may look like pain but truly is wonder as wave
after wave of climax rolls over me. I can hear them
talking quietly but excitedly. 

I feel weight on the bed near my head as Geoff
straddles my head while I still am enjoying my orgasm.
Jimmy pries my mouth open and Ronnie reaches in and
put blocks in my jaws so I cannot take bite down. My
eyes are open watching and I am twisting to avoid
Geoff’s cock that Buddy is guiding into my mouth.
“Fuck her Geoff she is a whore, your whore, your slut,
use her.” Buddy intones. Ronnie and Jimmy immobilize
my head for Geoff. No niceties here Geoff drives
straight into my throat. I gag and gag, my stomach
rolls. They tip my head way back to make it an easier
entry for Geoff’s penis. “That helps.” Geoff groans.
Geoff’s asshole is over my nose as he plunges in
deeper and harder each time. I taste his salty precum.
As suddenly as it started it is over, he pulls out and
leaves me. His saliva wet cock; still rock hard slides
slimily over my face as he rises off me.

I open my eyes; my mouth still blocked open. I can
hear a conference off to my right, the whip in
Ronnie’s hand whistles again over my tortured tits. I
fight not to cum again as the warm glow spreads over
me. They softly laugh among themselves. With Jimmy’s
help Ronnie removes my jaw blocks as Geoff climbs over
my right leg. I tremble. He waits.

Buddy leans in and taking a white cloth that smells
sweet he touches me there, rubbing the clothe all
through between my legs. I quiver. “Geoff, by taking
this woman’s virginity and bringing her into our
culture you accept responsibility for her welfare. She
is yours to own, to use, abuse, sell or trade as you
wish.”

“Suzie, when Geoff enters your virgin cunt you will
belong totally to him as long as he wishes to have you
as his woman. No do not say anything. We do not care
about who or what you were before this time. This is
henceforth we are talking about. Geoff is your master,
your absolute owner.” I open my mouth to object and a
gag is placed in mouth. As Buddy tells me my fate,
Geoff lifts my ass and drives into me with his huge
cock in one fluid movement. ‘Aaaahh, I am so wet and
eager that I just open up for him. No do not do that,
no, he mustn’t feel so good, he is not my husband,
cannot be my husband. Suzie, think of something else,
don’t let him make you cum. Do not let him know how
much you like this, how wonderful he feels so deep in
you nor how much you want him to stay in you.’ I
fervently talk to myself. My body starts to exert its
will of animalistic need over my mind and it is
winning. 

“Geoff, make her cum and she is yours.” Buddy says
patting Geoff on the right shoulder. “Go for it, boy.”
Geoff‘s urgency is mounting; a sheen of sweat covers
him as he pulls out and only to dive in harder. His
heavy balls hit my ass in time with his pumping; he is
groaning as if in agony, but I have been around enough
to know it means he is nearly there. He controls
himself enough pull out until just the head is in my
vagina, and then he drives in harder than I can stand
and I moan, as I can no longer ignore my body’s cry to
join him in climax. My hips match his rhythm, finally
giving in to my needs. ‘Oh gawd, this room has gotten
so hot, so hot.’ I moan. I have totally forgotten the
audience and only live for the release that Geoff and
I will share. He touches my right nipple ring and
pulls. I come up off the bed in pain. Pain! ‘OH, OH I
Am cumming. How can pain give me such joy?’ I rock
into you, to the extent that my bonds will allow me.
My moans are now loud and I trash beneath you I don’t
know how to handle such strength of feelings, such
sensations. I scream, not in terror but a begging
scream for you to “Take me. Make me yours.” I am
beyond thinking what I am doing I can only feel and I
love the feelings. Geoff responds in kind and explodes
in me while I am still rocketing up in my own climax.
At this moment we are one. Just us. ‘How did I let
this happen?’

“Well done, Geoff.” Buddy tells him as Geoff continues
to enjoy having his cock milked by my convulsing
vagina. All he can do is nod as he orgasm. 

With a final grunt Geoff collapses on me and says,
“She is everything I wanted her to be and more. Shit
you are tight Suzie and you belong to me.” He reached
between us and pulls on my left nipple ring very hard.
He laughs as I moan in another orgasm. He rolls off
and heads for the bathroom. The other men busy
themselves over at the posts.

I lay there enjoying the aftershock orgasms. It
appears that for the moment I am forgotten, thank
heaven; the ‘other three’ as I have labelled them, are
busy at the table that is still near the posts and I
can hear the water running from Geoff’s shower. I lay
thinking about my husband, wishing I could tell him
that I love him and wondering if he and the kids are
mourning me. Tears silently slip out of my eyes and
run into my hair, as I cry for my lost family. Will I
ever see them again? As if to pull me back to the
present, my nipples ache, one of those aches that
cannot be ignored; I wish I could touch them and nurse
them back to health. 

I must have drifted off because the next thing I know
Geoff opens the bathroom door. He walks into the main
room surrounded in a cloud of steam; it is so surreal
I wonder how much of my nightmare is real. My breasts
ache and I go to touch them and can’t move. As if
reading my mind he says “It is all true, Suzie.” He is
dressed in a stripped multi-coloured blue robe and is
towel drying his hair. Throwing the towel over his
shoulder he leans over me and kisses me hard and deep.
It was so sudden I forgot to not respond and the feel
of his tongue exploring the inside of my mouth is just
too sensual and I respond by trading tongues and
exploring his mouth. I moan into his mouth.

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

“Sorry Suzie, that was a horrible thing to say, I
apologize for using that word, the wrong word to use.
They will not maim you, not as you think of that word.
Trust me, I won’t let them do anything really cruel to
my woman and you are my woman.” With that he jumps
like a kid onto the bed landing beside me, smelling
all clean of soap and mouthwash. I must smell pretty
grungy to him, but if I do he does not give any hint.
He lies across my stomach and his hands play with my
nipple rings, flicking them up and down and turning
them around and around. “Mustn’t let these scab over
or get infected, you will learn to treasure these too
Suzie.” He leans over them and kisses me so deep
again, the agony that I feel in his weight on my
damaged nipples is overshadowed by the sensation his
mouth on mine causes me. Together the impact on my
clit and my pussy are profound and I can feel our
juices running out of me, down the crack of my ass
onto the bed. I eagerly kiss back enjoying the moment.
Living just for this moment. For a moment the shadow
of my former life flashes through my mind; I push it
down there will be time for my grief later. He kisses
each nipple, “My, my, they like my touch look how hard
they are getting and you are you all wet down there, 
woman. He takes his right hand and drives it into my 
pussy hard, as if he is trying to force his fingers, all 
of them, right into me. I groan and rise up off the 
bed. “You are all wet.” That is, I rise up as far as 
my restraints allow.

“It is cum you left in me that is running out, it is
not my juices.” I smugly tell him, knowing that that
my juices must be flowing, since I feel so flushed,
the room is so hot and his every touch sending
electric shocks through my body regardless of where he
touches me. He bends over and with both hands he opens
my labia and lowering himself further he sucks my clit
until she unhoods herself. ‘Oh too nice, too nice.’ My
hands beat the bed creating my own tattoo. My clit
sings and I push up onto my attacker, my owner.
Getting between my legs again he opens my lips and
looks into my most private of parts, he looks up and
smiles. “Mine, Suzie, mine.” He grabs a couple of
pillows and shoves them under my butt, forcing my neck
to accept the pressure of the weight of my body.
Smiling, he moves his engorged cock into my vulnerable
pussy that just awaits his attention, unable to move,
to do anything except, and accept his attention and
invasion. Wanting his attention, gawd yes I want his
attention. The feel of a man’s hard cock opening me is
like no other, beyond explanation, but every woman
knows it and few are articulate enough to aptly
describe the sensation yet we all yearn for it. Alone
with the man who has claimed me, momentarily I am
afraid of him at one level but at this more base
level, he excites me. I watch the man who is taking
me, and I can appreciate that I should be honored with
his attention. He is a good-looking man, large, solid,
and with well-defined muscles and he has a huge cock.
‘Gawd he knows how to get me excited, never wanted
anyone so much.’ He is so large throbbing, growing so
fast, I am experienced enough to know that he won’t
last long this time but it will be noteworthy because
I want him also. Grunting he drives into me hard and
harder and then collapses on my spread eagle form. It
has only taken a matter of minutes for him to explode
into me, shooting his seed deep into my vagina. But
then it did not take me any time reach my zenith
either. ‘What is there about him that makes me want
him like that? Maybe it is the water or they put
something in the water.’ Talk about heavy; but in this
moment of climax, I can handle his weight easily, I
can only nestle into his neck, lost in the age-old
sensation of sexual orgasm. Just enjoying the joint
sensations that two people share when they have just
known each other carnally. Finally cooling down
enough, he gives me a chaste kiss and rolls off me,
smiling. 

Patting my nipples, causing me to groan in pain, he
walks to the bathroom again. Again I hear running
water and he is humming a nameless tune as he does
whatever he is doing. Steam wafts out the open door, I
lay there watching the steam as it floats across the
ceiling. He, Geoff, leaves the water running and walks
over to me; again he gives me a quick kiss and a tug
on each nipple ring. I moan in agony, ‘aghhhhhhh.’
“Come on, woman, time for a clean up job.” He leans
over and undoes the belt around my waist and then the
cuffs wrists and ankles. ‘I am free.’ He lifts me off
the bed placing me on my feet on the braided
multi-coloured mat. He takes me by the hand and he
leads me to the steamy bathroom smelling of lavender
this time.

“Sit on the toilet. Have a piss and shit. If you can’t
shit, I will make you, so I suggest you do it, the
alternative is not pleasant. So do it.” 

I do need to have a piss, but not bad because I have
not been drinking enough, ‘must drink more.’ “ May I
have a glass of water, I am very thirsty and a couple
of Tylenol because my nipples are very sore, please?”
He just sits there watching me, sitting on the vanity
counter, with a silly smile on his face. He ignores
me. “Geoff, please, did you hear me, I am thirsty and
I need some pain killers?” Nothing. “GEOFF, damn you.”
 

“Sure, Suzie as soon as you shit, now.” He barks at
me.

“Listen, you prick, I can’t go with you sitting here
watching. Get out! ” He laughs getting up, he kneels
and rummages in the cabinet. “What are you doing?” 

“I know I have an enema here somewhere, it may be old
but I remember I had bought one, once when they were
on sale. You know, you never know when it will be just
the thing you need and nothing else will do. Obviously
now is when I need it, well not for me. I need it for
you, Suzie.” My eyes, must just about fall out. I
remember having those when I was in labour and I am
not having another.

“Please Geoff give me another few minutes, Please
Geoff.” I push in the universal sign of a person
having a bowel movement when they are either
constipated or trying to go before they are ready, I
grunt loudly grunt. ‘Ah it is moving, I can do this.”
Grunt. “AAAAH! Thank Gawd. “Put that away, you jerk. I
did it.” I jab my middle finger in the air at him.
“Satisfied! Why the hell do I have to go on your
command? Gee, this whole set up is unbelievable.” 

Finally he lazily moves and gets me my pills and glass
of water. “Thanks.”

“You will understand, soon enough, my sweet. Stand
up!” In a flash I grab some toilet paper and wipe
myself. ‘There.’ “Come here, bend over my knee, and DO
as I say, you slut.” You say as you step in and put
your foot on the toilet, blocking my way. I am left
little choice as your strong right arm pushes me
forward to be joined by your left hand on the back of
my head in the push. “UGH!” SLAP, SLAP, SLAP. “I told
you what to do and you didn’t obey. YOU WILL OBEY ME!
OBEY ME!” Your voice has taken on a hard angry tone
and each word is accompanied by a strong slap on my
ass. My cheeks are on fire; I am screaming
unintelligible sounds. ‘How did I get myself in this
mess? Why was he so nice to me just a few minutes ago
and now he is spanking me like a child.’ But no child
has ever felt what I am at this moment. With my temper
flaring at the treatment and my cheeks on fire. I know
that they must be scarlet, my clit is aching and my
juices start to flow giving me that wonderful sensual
feel. ‘I must be a sick puppy to like this but I do I
like it. Oh, shit I am horny.’

As suddenly as he started he stops, and stands me
upright and in the same fluid motion he scoops me up
and places me in the steamy tub and gently pushes me
down into the almost too hot warm. ‘Ooooooooooooh,
that makes my cheeks even more on fire.’ The tension
just flows out of me as the heat penetrates me. ‘Oh
that makes me feel so good, a chance to clean him off
me.’ He proceeds to wash me, being very careful around
my wounded nipples. “I’ll put more salve on these when
I am finished bathing you, Suzie.

I spanked you so you would understand that when I say
do, I mean do. That is just how it will be. Later when
you learn your place you will have more freedoms
maybe, if I can trust you not to escape. I am not an
ogre, I love you, Suzie, but there are going to be
elements to our relationship that most people will not
understand. Suzie please trust me, please understand
that I want you to be happy here and while you hate me
right now, it is my hope you will learn to love me and
love the special love that I will share with you. It
is obvious that you have no idea of the kind of love
we will share and it will take some getting used to.
But Suzie, you must or your life will be one of pain
and suffering, not one of joy and of totally giving
yourself to me. You have nothing to fear from me,
honest. Come on dry your tears.” I hadn’t even
realized I was crying.

He washes my pussy and soon the cloth is gone and his
fingers are probing into me, exploring my openings
pushing a finger, two fingers now three fingers up in
my cunt. His thick fingers open my pussy up deep under
the water, his thumb pushing on my button. I groan,
and adjust my position making myself more open to him.
He takes advantage of my adjustment and taking his
fingers out of my cunt and he pushes not one finger
but two of his big fingers into my asshole.
“OOOOOOWWW.” 

“You like that don’t you.” He wiggles them around in
my hole and with a sigh he pulls out. My hole, feels
like it is broke, will I ever close? ‘Another new
experience.’ “Stand up here, I need to douche you so
you are very clean, we cannot have cum running out all
over Buddy’s hands.” 

I shudder in revulsion, though the moment before his
deep calm voice nearly had me fooled. I start to
struggle and splash water at him as I stamp my feet.
“NOO! NOO, DAMN YOU TO HELL! You cannot do that nor
anything else to me, let me go, take your hands off
me, you asshole.” I end up sobbing. He just holds me
tight until my sobbing abates. 

“Now I will douche you, just as I said before. The
next time I spank you it will be with a whip and out
there in front of the fellas. You can let me do it
here in the privacy of our bathroom or out there tied
up in front of the boys. But you will be douched
before we proceed with the phase, understand?’ He
picks up the bottle and insertion tube. “NNNNoooooooo,
Geoff, no.” I protest weakly.

“Open your legs now and bend over, all the way. That’s
my girl. Let me watch that tube go up into your pussy.
Hell, that’s a sight. Shit Suzie, just looking at you
and knowing you are mine is making my very hot again.”
He starts squeezing the cool liquid into me,
depositing it deep in my vagina, up towards my cervix.
It doesn’t feel cold just cool, it goes in cool and
flows out mixed with our hot cum in a warm wash that
seeps over my clit. As the bottle empties and air is
inserted up into me, it makes vulgar noises,
embarrassing me, as if I can be more degraded. He only
laughs at the degrading noises my body makes. He
laughs at me; it hurts that he laughs at me. He rinses
me off and hefts me out, standing me on the floor; he
takes a big navy blue bath sheet and dries me off,
very gently. Finishing, he takes and folds the towel
and neatly hangs it over the towel bar. To see a man
do that amazes me; my man just lets it drop where it
falls. He turns and takes my hand and gives it a
squeeze. “I promise you will be OK.” 

He picks up a small tin of antiseptic cream and taking
a bit on his forefinger he rubs it on each of my poor
damaged nipples. They are still almost too sore to
stand his touch. But there are scabs starting to form
and I realize the salve will help them heal. Even in
my pain and humiliation racked brain I know I do not
want to get and infection. I whisper, “Thank you.”

“Now clean your teeth, I‘ll wait here by the door for
you. Suzie.” I take the toothbrush he passes me and I
pick up the toothpaste off the counter. I cannot help,
but, notice the toothpaste tube; it is yet another
indication of Geoff’s fastidiousness, it is precisely
squeezed and turned over in square rolls. ‘He hasn’t
broken me.’ I squeeze the tube from the top and after
filling my brush I just keep squeezing letting it fall
all over the sink and vanity. Our eyes meet in the
mirror. Geoff’s eyes flash anger momentarily and in
that second I wonder if I have made a fatal mistake in
showing my spirit. I shiver and stiffen, standing
very still, toothpaste in mid-brush. Time stands
still. Then his whole face cringles in mirth and he
tips his head back and roars in laughter at my show of
defiance. “It will clean up; no harm done. Suzie, you
have a fabulous body, I can see you take great care of
it. And I want you to know how pleased I am that you
are mine, all mine, every inch of that body, is mine.”
Geoff just keeps softly talking to me as I clean my
teeth and rinse with Listerine, I think it is just to
keep me calm, but I don’t care as long as he allows me
to rid my mouth of the taste of his cum. Finally I can
put off finishing any longer. I rinse the brush and
give it a shake and return it to the holder. Looking
in the mirror, there is another trace of smoke beneath
my nose, I scrub it off with a wet hand and then dry
it off on the hand towel he passes to me. I lay it on
the counter and he smiles at my defiance but he takes
it and re-hangs it. “You will pay for your defiance’s,
you know.

“Suzie, it is time, you cannot stall any longer.” He
says taking my hand he opens the door. We step out
hand in hand.

Watch for Part II in upcoming months.

Copyrighted 3/2000
Suzie Samuels