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I decided to stay up late so I slept in late. The next evening was going to be long, and I'd be driving well into the night. I woke up, and anxiously paced around the house biding my time. I let the clock tick to 4, then to 5 before jumping in the car and stopping in a random strip mall on the way out of town to make my last phone call. As she picked up, I asked her if the trash had made it out in time. “Of course!” she said. I asked what time she expected her parents home tonight...she said she wasn't sure, but probably after midnight like usual. Then I asked her the question that she wasn't expecting...Are you ready to disappear tonight?
The line remained silent. “Are you ready to disappear Sue? Are you ready to start your new life, vanish and become what you want?” Some stammering and stuttering filled my speaker. Finally the word I was waiting to hear came across; yes.
I told her that I needed her to do everything I asked and follow all my instructions without question. She numbly agreed, and I continued. She needed to pack a gym bag of clothes, preferably her favorites. She also needed to grab whatever money and valuable jewelry she owned, and include it in the bag. If she had any prized possessions that she could carry, she needed to include them as well. I told her I wanted to make it appear like she was running away. She started to catch on and mentioned a few other items that she'd think she'd pack if she were running away from home, and I pleasantly told her to include them. I sat on the line and listened to her quickly stuffing and packing her bag, until she informed me she had completed that task.
Next, I instructed her to grab the gift from the last package from under her bed. I asked her to open it, and went over the items in the bag, and what she was to do with them. Later, when she got to the location I'd inform her of soon, she would strip completely naked. She started to balk at the idea until I cut her short, informing her that if she wanted to be a slave, she was there to please her Master, and if her Master wanted to see her uncovered, that's what she'd do. She hesitated a moment before acquiescing, and I continued my instructions. After she was naked, and her clothes were stuffed in the gym bag she just packed, she would stuff the sock into her mouth, and then Duct Tape over it to form as effective of a gag as she could manage. She would then climb into the bag, zip it closed with her inside it. Finally, she would pull the hood over her head, and handcuff her hands together. She would wait like that quietly in the location until I arrive to retrieve her.
I made a quick note of warning about the handcuffs. I didn't include a set of keys for her. Once they're closed around a wrist or other object, they won't release again with that object in them, and she needs to make sure she doesn't close them on herself or anything else until she's secure in the bag.
I had her repeat the instructions back to me, and confident that she knew them, I continued. I asked her if she knew of the veterinarian office. She said she was vaguely familiar and should be able to find it easily. I told her about how it's right next to the woods, and blocked from public view. She was to place her gym bag into the duffel bag I gave her. She'd carry them to the veterinarian office, and about 10-15 steps into the woods like she was walking along the back wall of the office and continued into the woods. From there, she'd take her gym bag out of the duffel, and proceed to strip and secure herself as instructed. If she wants to disappear, this is the only way I know to do it, and if she trusts me enough to be my slave, she needs to trust me enough to pick her up.
As I confirmed one last time the location, order of events, and other instructions, I had two last instructions I needed to give her. First, she was to leave her house at 10:30pm, and should make it to the veterinarian office around 11. Second, she was to keep my phone on vibrate, and leave it screen-up on top of her gym bag. With that said, I told her I'd get her soon, and her life would change, and hung up.
It was done. Either she'd do what I asked, and be mine, or she was calling the cops and I was looking forward to an entertaining night with lawyers. Nothing could be done about all that, though; I was all in. I shut down my phone and started the drive to Sue's town. I'd get there between 9 and 10, and that would give me some time to eat and relax before picking her up.
I got into town, and sat down to a decent dinner. I paid for my meal and checked the time. I remember thinking that she'd be leaving her house right about now. I wanted to let her lay there for awhile, so I wasn't planning on getting her till around midnight. With an hour or so to kill, I did the only thing I knew to do; walk around Wal-Mart. It killed the time, and I picked up some Icy Hot, and a few fingers of ginger root; both are always fun to play with.
Time came to head toward the veterinarian office, and the butterflies were in my stomach, in my chest; there wasn't much they weren't fluttering around in. I got into the parking lot and backed up so my trunk faced the woods. After popping the trunk and making sure it was open and available, I walked my way into the woods. Stumbled would be more like it; it was a new moon and I had forgotten a flashlight. Luckily I had told her 10-15 steps, and she must have decided 10 steps of stumbling were far enough. The bags were murky lumps on the ground, but recognizable if you knew you were looking for them. First I picked up her gym bag, and tossed it into the trunk of the car. I noticed it was black with pink highlights as I turned around to go get the real prize: fresh girl meat.
Finding her the second time was even easier than the first, since I knew where to look. I carefully felt for the straps and arranged myself to get enough leverage, and picked her up off the ground. I heard gasps coming from the bag, and a few grunts when I tripped and she hit the ground, but finally I got her in my trunk as well. “Rest well, girl. You will need it.” With that said, I closed the trunk, and climbed in the car to drive away.
I headed towards the highway and went in the direction of the farm house. It was a few hour's drive, and I pulled in early in the morning. I popped the trunk and grabbed my prize out, and carried her down to the basement. I dumped her, still in the bag, in the water room. I heard a grunt and some whimpers as I walked back to the trunk to get her clothes and valuables. I took these down to the basement as well, but set them in a closet to rummage through later.
I was hungry from the drive and it being several hours since my last meal, and decided to fix a snack. She could wait while I ate, and it'd allow her mind to build and spin the situation over and over again. I settled on a ham and cheese sandwich, and quickly finished it. I grabbed a coke from the fridge and started to wash the sandwich down as I descended into the basement.
As I walked into the water room, she was still whimpering. “Oh be quiet.” I said. The whimpering continued, but she was making an effort to quiet it. I found the zipper on the bag and opened it up to reveal my prize. Her red hair was matted with sweat where it peaked out from under the hood. Her body glistened with it. I was glad I took her to the water room first, she definitely needed the bath.
She flinched at the first touch as I pulled her up out of the bag. I took the handcuff keys I kept in my pocket and released her wrists, which she promptly began to rub. I made a small comment about it being her fault she closed them too tight, and grabbed one wrist to secure it into a wrist restraint attached to a cable at the top of one of the walls. Before she could react, I grabbed her other wrist to do the same. Her ankles were attached to a spreader bar that was secured through a loop on the floor.
I started the winches up and the cables attached to her wrist restraints tightened and pulled until she had little freedom of movement. She stood there, still gagged and hooded, standing spread eagle and helpless before me. I yanked the hood off and looked at her, and let her see me for the first time. I still don't know how to describe the emotions that ran through her eyes when she first saw me, the mix was intense and unique. Her face was...not perfect, but she'd easily pass for a 9.9. Her breasts were the perky C cups of a teenager. And she was a natural red head, and I'd be removing the reason I knew soon enough.
“I'd inspect you now, to see what I've actually picked up, but you're disgusting. You're covered in sweat and smell like you've worked in the field all day. So first, you're getting hosed down.” I walked over to one of the walls, and grabbed a garden hose. I have both hot and cold water spigots, but I find cold helps set the right frame of mind. As I turn on the water, she starts trying to scream through the gag. “I'm going to wash you, whether you like it or not. You can accept it, or hate it, but either way, it's going to happen. This is the life you've chosen. No one knows you're here. No one knows you had anything to do with me. I can get away with whatever I chose to do with you, no one knows anything to stop me. You live to please, satisfy, serve and amuse me. If you can't even fulfill those basic functions, you're of no use, like a lame horse. Now I'm going to clean you up, and see what I have to work with.”
I turned the hose on her, pinching the tip to increase the pressure it hit with. I started on her head, soaking her hair and her face, slowly rinsing the sweat off her body. Along her arms and up and down her torso. I had a little fun hitting her tits, making her nipples perk up in the cold water. Then I rinsed down her legs, and rotated around to hit her back side. In the corner, I had a bucket of soap with a brush in it, the kind of brush made for washing cars. I grabbed the brush and carried it over to her, scrubbing her hair and her body. I scrubbed deep into the mound of her pubis and laughed as she jerked and screamed to escape the sensation. I continued and finished the rest of her body, and then took the hose to rinse her down one more time.
With the last of the soap rinse from her skin, I turned off the hose and coiled it away. As I walked back to her, I heard her gasp for breaths. Next on the list was to shave the bush off her. I got a bowl and filled it with hot water, then carried the table with the razor and shaving gel I set out the week before, and set up next to her. I grabbed the bottle of shaving gel, and applied a generous amount over her furry parts. I dipped the razor in the hot water, and then slowly began removing her hair, bit by bit.
It took a long time, but she was finally smooth, front and back, and everything between. One last run to the hose to spray the remnants of the shaving gel off her, and she was clean, and I could begin my inspection.
I looked into her ears, and her eyes. Everything looked clean and clear. I decided to leave the gag in for now, and to check her teeth after I was done. I felt along her neck and her shoulders, and along her arms. She was as toned as any high school athlete, at least so far. Walking behind her, I ran my hand along her back and spine, without finding anything new to comment on. I grabbed her ass and gave her cheeks a good squeeze and kneading. They were firm and muscular, and perfectly round save for the dimples on the sides. Continuing down her legs I found the same fit, toned muscles that were on everything I touched before. I stood up and walked around to her front. I felt the pectoral muscles and let them lead me to her breasts. I gave them a firm squeeze, pleased that the perkiness included a nice firm and consistent tissue in her breast. Her nipples were still erect from the cold, and were of the small pencil eraser variety with almost no areola. Her ribs seemed intact, and her abdomen was firm under a soft layer of fascia. The front of her legs were no different then the backs, firm and toned. I took the time to examine her feet. The skin was soft and there were few calloused parts. They made me think she'd had a pampered life to date. I stood up to check her hands, still in the restraints. Her nails were trimmed but smooth. Again, like her feet, her skin was soft and smooth.
Now that everything else was done, it was finally time to check her teeth. I ripped the tape off her mouth, smirking as she nearly spit out the sock in a scream. She nearly sucked it down into her throat as she gasped for breath after the scream. I reached up and gingerly pulled out the sock. Immediately she began talking. “Did you have to be so mean? Why'd you use the cold water? I could have easily taken a nice warm...” She ended abruptly as I slapped her square across her face. I could see her nearly begin to cry. “Whyhyhy?” she stammered, as I took a step back.
“Be quiet.” I said. “From now on, you're not to speak unless spoken to. Do you understand me?” She nodded her head slowly, almost in shock. “Now, not that I have to answer you, but I'll humor you this time. I washed you with cold water because that's how I chose to wash you. You're here to please me, and you'll be my property. The way I choose to treat you is the way you'll be treated, and you will accept it. Now, do you understand this?” I asked again, and again she nodded slowly.
“Now I'm going to let you make the last choice you may have about your life.” She tried to swallow, tears still welling in her eyes. “Is this the life you want? To be my property. To fulfill my whims. To please me, in whatever way I choose, for the rest of your life? You may speak.”
“I wish you weren't being so mean...you were so nice before now, why are you so mean?” she replied.
“This is your chance to return home, if you so choose. I'm mean because I chose to be, as I will be sometimes. At other times I will be nice. Time to make your last choice, is this what you want for the rest of your life? Answer no and I will return you to the area where I picked you up, no harm done.” I replied.
“Yes,” she sighed. “Yes, this is what I want. I just wish...” she responded, as I cut her off.
“Good. Now open your mouth, I want to take a look at your teeth.” I walked up to her and took a close look at her teeth. I pulled her cheeks away from her teeth to see what I could. They looked healthy enough for an 18 year-old girl. “You may close your mouth,” I said as I walked towards the table. Laying on the table was a syringe. I prepared a dose of Depo earlier in the evening for my lovely new slave. As I walked toward her with the syringe in hand, she began to talk.
“What is that for? What are you doing?” she stammered. I replied by giving her a slap across her face. “What was THAT for?” she demanded.
“I said you were only to speak if you were spoken to.” I replied, slapping her again. She'd learn to follow the rules I set, or she'd live a short, miserable life. “Now this, this is a little thing called Depo. If you don't know what that is, it's birth control. I don't want you getting pregnant, at least not yet, so I'm going to do what I decide is in my best interest to prevent that. Now be still while I give you this.” I walked behind her as she swiveled her head in a vain attempt to follow me. Squatting down, I stabbed the needle of the syringe into her left ass cheek, and pushed the pump forward. After I was done, I pulled it out and gave her ass a few playful smacks. “See, that wasn't so bad.” I said as I stood up, returning the syringe to the table where I picked it up from.
“Now, tonight is going to be a long night. I'm going to test you, as a continuance of my inspection. I want to see where you are, what tolerances I have to work with, and where I should focus your training for improvement. First, let's get you down from there.” I said, and walked towards the winch controls. I lowered her arms until they were sitting next to her head, and she began to wipe the tears from earlier off her face.
I undid her cuffs and grabbed her by the hair. Without pausing, I led her to the dungeon room. She gasped as she saw the array of whips and other instruments of torture I had arrayed on the walls. I brought her to the center of the room, and tied her standing spread eagle. I let her stand there, in shock or awe, I couldn't figure out which, at all the toys spread across the walls. As she was distracted and not paying attention to me, I pulled a signal whip off the wall and cracked it next to her ear. She yelped and moved as far away from me as she could in her binds, which didn't bother me any.
I moved in, cracking the whip left and right across her skin. Little red welts began to raise on her skin back as I moved down the length of her torso. She screamed and cried as I worked my way down her back, attempting with each strike to get further from the edge of my whip. As I moved down towards her ass, I noticed a change in her behavior. She wasn't fighting so hard to get away from the whip, and was sitting there taking it. Her breathing was heavy and ragged, and she took a deep gasp in every time the whip cracked across her ass. More little red welts appeared. I began to bore with the whip, and decided to move on to my next toy.
I grabbed a quarter inch cane off the wall. I began by swatting her on her firm tits, right across her nipples. A scream rose from her throat and she twisted away from my next strike, which caught her across her ribs and left tit. Already the streaks from the cane strikes were swelling up on her pale breasts. I rotated around to get a better angle and struck again, and again, moving with her as she struggled to unsuccessfully protect herself from my torments. At some point, I switched to her back side, and began wailing down blows to her back and ass. I kept changing it up, keeping her off balance on where the next strike would come.
And then I tossed the cane aside, and began spanking her ass. She yelped at the change, and continued to try to avoid my blows. With my left arm I grabbed her hips to hold her still, and began raining down with my palm. By this time, her ass was one swollen mass of red, and I kept beating her with my hand. At times I'd close my fist and punch her in her ass before going back to slaps. Each breath she made seemed labored between the sobs coming out of her mouth, and still I continued. Soon my arm was beginning to tire, and I decided to move on to the final step for her tonight.
On the wall in front of her was a spiked leather belt. The spikes weren't needle sharp, but they were sharp enough. Folding the belt in half, I walked over to her. I ran the belt over her breasts, watching as she shivered at the sensation of them scraping across her skin. I continued down her stomach and around her side. The shivers got stronger as I ran the belt up her welted back, and stopped at the nape of her neck as she took a deep breath in. I swung the belt back, and brought it forward straight onto her ass. The scream that came out of her mouth deafened me, but I pulled back and swung again. Little spots of blood began to come up from her ass and I swung again, and again. More and more blood came out, until it began running between her ass crack and down her legs.
It was about this time when I finally noticed the throbbing hard-on in my pants. I continued to swing the belt, until blood ran down her legs in drops...and then I stopped. I set the belt aside, and took off my clothes. At this point, I was extremely horny and ready to take her. I took her down from the spread eagle position she was in, and bent her over a table. I ran my dick up and down her crotch, smiling as the mix of blood and juices coated my head. And then I rammed my cock deep into her ass. She screamed again as I began to pump heavily into her. It wasn't long before I was ready to come inside her, and still she was screaming from the violation of her ass. With one last thrust, I came inside her., filling her ass with my seed. I pulled out and sat down on the table beside her, and began petting her hair as I caught my breath.
“Good girl, that's a good girl. You did well.” I said reassuringly, as I continued to pet her. “You did well.” I continued to repeat. Finally I was ready to move, and brought her back into the water room. I took a spray bottle of alcohol I had on the side of the room, and sprayed it on her ass and legs. She whimpered as the alcohol worked its way inside her wounds. I always love the burn it gives when it gets into the wounds of a girl I've just worked over.
“Here, clean yourself up a bit, “ I said as I tossed her the hose. I turned it on a slow stream, and sat down to watch as she rubbed her legs down with cold water. “Don't forget your ass,” I said as she worked her way up her legs. I watched as the blood ran down her leg, mixing with the water and slowly wandered its way down the drain. At this point she was nearly done, so I got up to grab a towel. As she dropped the hose and stood up straight, I looked over at her.
She wasn't smiling back at me, but she wasn't looking angry or hurt either. It seems like she'd accepted her place to please me in whatever sick and depraved ways I decided. “Let me see,” I stated as I motioned for her to turn around. You could still see the risen welts of the whip and cane, and the small spots of blood from the belt. “Good,” I said as I went to turn off the spigot. After it was off I threw her the towel I had been holding.
I waited until she had dried herself off, pointing to the hamper in the corner when she looked done. She walked gingerly to the hamper and tossed the towel in it. She's probably be feeling the night's session for a few days to come. “Good girl,” I said as I walked up to her, putting my hand in her hair. I bent her down and began walking towards the pillow room, where I had left the chains and collar earlier when prepping the house.
As I entered the room, I walked us over to where I set the chains and collar down. I smiled as I grabbed the collar, and opened it from the hinge in it. I slid it around her neck, and grabbing a master lock, locked it to her neck. I grabbed another master lock and locked the chain to a ring attached to the front of the collar. Grabbing another master lock, I grabbed the chain and led her over to the wall near the toilet. I found a ring in the wall and locked the chain to it, giving her just enough room to roam from the toilet to the pillowed floor.
“Sleep well dear,” I said, as I walked to the bared door. I shut the lights off in the room and locked the door behind me, heading up to the house to take a shower before heading to bed. I was quite proud of my new possession. Not only was she stunningly beautiful, but she was already molding well to her new life of torment and use. I look forward to the coming weeks, where I'd slowly break her into the perfect slave.
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