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By Rasputtin Szczepanski
Chapter 6
Shannon thought about the dogs all day at school. When she got home and let them in, they were apparently thinking the same thing because they jumped up on her and nearly knocked her over trying to hump her. Brutus grabbed her brutally, his paws wrapping around her, his pelvis pushing back and forth, his cock pocking in and out of his sheath. She pushed him off, he growled and she ran upstairs with both dogs in close pursuit, their claws scraping and sliding on the tiled kitchen floor. She struggled to undo her belt and pull down her pants as the dogs jumped on her. She was able to bare her bottom and get on her hands and knees.
Sulla was quicker this time. He barked and grabbed her roughly. He pumped his cock straight between her outer lips and fucked her brutally with Brutus running around and barking like he was mad. Both dogs fucked her brutally and when they were done, Shannon had cum twice again.
She cleaned up with a shower and thought about what she will do when the dogs are jumping up on her when her Mom was home. This is the most aggressive they have been. They obviously thought of her as nothing but a bitch now. They didn’t listen to anything she said. They only saw her as something to fuck.
Her phone rang as she was drying off. She picked it up, looked at the number. She didn’t recognize it. “Hello?” she answered.
“Slave, why did you delete me as a friend?”Tom whispered.
Shannon’s heart stopped. She dropped her towel.
“Who is this?” Shannon asked.
“You know who it is slave,” Tom said in a slow, menacing voice. “I asked you a question. Why did you delete me as a friend?”
She quickly hung up the phone and looked at the number on the screen, her eyes wide with fear.
The phone rang. It was the same number. She hung up again.
Again it rang. She looked at the number, her hand was shaking. She answered “hello?”
“Each time you do that girl, you are going to be punished, do you understand?”
Shannon tried to speak but it came out as a whisper.
“What did you say?” Tom demanded.
“I...I don’t want to play this anymore.”
“Oh, this isn’t play. You are property and you belong to me. You are a slave. This isn’t a game. Is that why you deleted me, because you thought this was a game?”
“How did you get my phone number?” she whispered.
“My, how you forget what a worthless and dumb cunt you are. Now listen carefully, if you do not obey, I’m going to take the video I took of you getting fucked by your dogs and send it to your friend Tracy…” Tom said Tracy’s last name and then added her messenger handle.
Shannon couldn’t breathe.
“Then I’ll send the photos to her friend Allen and Mark. Do you know them?”
“Yes…” he couldn’t believe this was happening.
“I figured you did. I know their emails and Facebook addresses too. In fact, I know your Facebook profile and password. I could simply post that video on your profile… Now log onto your computer.”
Shannon couldn’t move. She stood naked, the phone in her hand, pressed against her ear.
“Slave…log onto your computer, NOW!”
Shannon slowly sat down and turned her computer on.
“Good girl. Now add me as a friend again.”
Shannon obeyed. His name immediately popped up and the screen asking to accept webcam popped up.
Tom appeared via webcam. He was in a different location than he usually was. He smiled and hung up his phone.
“You can hang the phone up now.”
Shannon hung it up and put it down.
“I’m glad to see it is naked.”
Shannon stared, glassy eye at the screen, her bottom lip quivering.
“Do you still have the contract you signed?”
Shannon nodded.
“Slap yourself Shannon, for not saying ‘yes, sir’”
Shannon paused, her eyes filling with tears. She slapped herself on her cheek.
“Harder!”
Shannon slapped it harder.
“Harder!”
Shannon didn’t move.
Tom had a portable video player. He held it up to his camera and pressed play. It was a video of Shannon being fucked by her dog.
Shannon watched as her dog frantically fucked her. The screen was pixilated but it was clear that it was her on her hands and knees, crying, being fucked by a dog. “You are a horrible person,” Shannon whispered.
“You have no idea. You though are a dog slut and a slave. Now slap yourself harder or everyone in your school is going to see this fucking video.“ He said the name of her high school and let that sink in. “Everyone will have it on their cellphones. I’m rock hard thinking about the humiliation you will endure. So it’s all good for me no matter what you choose.”
Shannon gritted her teeth and slapped herself as hard as she could, causing a blinding, burning pain in her face.
“Good girl. Now, do you have that contract you signed?”
“Yes sir.”
“Good girl, get it and put it on the bed. I want it there to remind you that you belong to me. Legally.”
Shannon got up and pulled them out of a secret folder she hid under her mattress. She laid it on the bed and then sat back down.
“Good girl. Now, I mailed you something. It will be on your front door. Go get it and bring it back, fast. If you are not back in 30 seconds, you will be punished.”
Shannon ran downstairs and opened the door. Tom was right, there was a large box sitting in front of the door addressed to her. She grabbed it and hurried back up stairs. The screen door slammed shut behind her. She sat down.
“Good girl, you made it. Now, open the box.”
The thought that he had sent a gift was easing her fear. She grabbed her scissors and cut through the tape and opened the box.
“These are for your training. Lay them out on the bed.”
Shannon took the items out of the box. In the box was a leather hood with a zipper over the mouth and a slot for the nose. There was a leather collar with a lock with a key in it, a black leather wrist cuffs and ankle cuffs, and a red ball rubber gag.
She laid them slowly out on the bed, staring at each one, feeling her face get flush.
“Now, I don’t want your dogs bothering you while we play, so go put the dogs in the back yard. You have 30 seconds. Go,” he said.
Shannon ran down stairs and called out to the dogs who came running, thinking that a meal will be served. She opened the back door and pointed, both dogs eagerly ran out. She shut the door and was grateful they didn’t try to mount her. She ran upstairs and sat down on her bed. She was excited. These were things that she had seen in the photos.
“Good girl. Now, listen to my directions carefully. Those keys will open the locks but I don’t want you to open them until we are done, understand?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Good. Now, put the cuffs on your ankles and wrists.”
Shannon unhooked them and then strapped them around each ankle and wrist. Her butterflies were returning. The D-rings in the hooks jingled as she moved.
“Good girl. Now use the D-Ring to hook the ankles together,” he said.
Shannon breathed in deeply as she experienced her first bondage.
“Now, put the ball gag in your mouth.”
Shannon opened her mouth wide and put the gag in, then strapped it to the back of her head. She fumbled with the strap but after a few moments she had the ball held tight in her mouth.
“Mmmmm, you look sweet with that in your mouth. Now, after you put the hood on, you won’t be able to see, so remember where the collar is. Now put the hood over your head first. There is a zipper in the back.”
Shannon fumbled with the hood and pushed her hair back. She slid her head in and closed the zipper in the back, carefully pushing her hair inside to get it from getting caught in the zipper.
“Now listen to my voice. Open the zipper over your mouth… Good. Now pull the hood down tighter. Good girl. Now grab the collar and put it on.”
Shannon felt around blindly for the collar. She found it and wrapped it around her neck. She hooked it closed.
“Now take the lock and put it through the ring in the back, close the lock, take out the key and put the key on the floor.”
Shannon struggled a bit to get the lock on, but she finally heard a satisfying click. She took the key out and put it carefully on the floor.
“This last part is hard, put both hands behind you and hook the D-ring together, lock your hands behind your back.”
Shannon thought about it a second and was convinced she could get out of D-ring if she needed to. She put her hands behind her back and searched and twisted her fingers until she was able to click the D-ring together.
“Now, I want you to lay down for ten minutes. I want you to feel what it’s like to be tied up for my pleasure. I’m going to log off. After ten minutes, use the key to get out and then call me back on the computer.”
She heard him log off. She laid down. She was incredibly turned on. She was completely bound. She scooted up the bed to get more comfortable. She tried rubbing her legs together to put pressure on her cunt. She opened her mouth, which was starting to get uncomfortable and realized she was drooling onto the bed. She wondered how she was going to tell when ten minutes were up. Perhaps she could touch herself before she called him.
Suddenly, she heard a car in the driveway. Instant panic filled her as she thought Mom! She was home a full three hours early! She fumbled with her hands, trying to unhook the d-ring. It was harder than she thought. She was panicking, struggling, naked on the bed. Tom’s camera recorded all of her struggles. He later downloaded it to a peer to peer service where it was quickly distributed throughout the world. She jerked forward, trying to free her arms. She couldn’t. She moaned in the gag and concentrated hard on pulling the D-ring to the side and open. She heard a car door, and the dogs were barking. She almost had the d-ring but it kept slipping when she pushed it open. She heard the front door open. The d-ring unhooked itself and she pushed herself down on the floor and searched for the key. She could hear her mother coming up the stairs. Her fingers touched the tip of the key and the key slide away from her. Frantically she patted the ground blindly for the key. When she found it, she put it into the lock and turned. The lock did not open. She moaned and turned again. She heard her door open. The key wouldn’t work. She heard footsteps come toward her and a strong hand grabbed her arm, pulling her up and throwing her on the bed. It’s not Mom!
The person turned her over, grabbed her arms and clicked the D-ring together. He then pulled her ankles up and connected all four rings to another lock, hogtying her. She screamed but the gag muffled it. He picked her up and put her in a large canvas bag and zipped it up over her. She heard him take the papers and rummaging around her room. He was taking her computer and putting it in the box. He dug around in the desk until he found the runaway note and he put that on the pillow.
He grabbed the box with one hand then picked up the canvas bag by its straps and slung it over his shoulder. Carrying her on his back, he slowly worked his way downstairs. She could hear the dogs barking frantically, scratching at the door glass.
He took her outside to his RV and put her in the back on the floor. He walked back into the house to make sure he covered his tracks, left no evidence of his presence there, and spent time searching for security camera. When he was confident his tracks were covered, he left the house, locking the door, then got into the driver’s seat of his RV and drove out of the driveway.
He waited until he was at a gas station, 30 miles away before he stopped and climbed back to the back of the RV. He opened a hidden compartment under one of the beds and put the box in it. The compartment was padded to be soundproof but comfortable.
He unzipped the bag, unhooked her ankles from her wrist and pulled Shannon to her feet. She squirmed and screamed into her gag. He pushed her to the lavatory and sat her down on it. He said “We have a five hour drive, this is your one chance to go to the bathroom. I recommend that you do.” Shannon did need to go. She had needed to go since she was abducted but now that she was naked on a toilet she couldn’t do it. She tried to calm down, focus and thought of the absurdity of the situation. I’m being abducted and I’m worried about pissing on myself. She let loose and emptied her bladder.
“The toilet paper is by your right hand,” he said. Shannon could still not believe what was happening. The guy she had been talking to for so long online was now right in front of her. He had her. He had claimed her in person.
Shannon groped for the toilet paper, found it and used it to clean herself.
“Good girl.” Tom grabbed her arm to help her stand up. He brought her back to the compartment and eased her into it. He reconnected the ankle bracelet so that her wrists were attached to her ankles again, and then closed the bed over the compartment, covering all traces that Shannon was in the vehicle.
The only sensations she had was the sound of breathing through her nose and the vibrations of the RV as it turned back onto the dark Maine road.
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