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By Rasputtin Szczepanski
Chapter 8
After several hours, Shannon finally got some restless sleep. She woke up with a cramp in her shoulder and she moved her body around in the dark to ease the pain. She thought about the dog cage and how she wished she was in that, where she could at least snuggle in a blanket. The darkness left her in her own thoughts. How did she allow this to happen and how will she be able to escape. The thoughts rolled around in her head, depressing her more as the bleak outcomes became more and more apparent to her. She had become a slave, property, and it was her own foolish actions that led her to that uncomfortable moment hanging from a rope.
That morning, still in pitch blackness, she could hear Master Tom walking around up stairs. The wood creaked under his weight. She heard the shower run, a toilet flush. It reminded her that she really had to go but she held it in. Finally, he appeared at the top of the stairs and turned on the light. She squinted, peering up. He walked down, holding another bowl which he placed in the jail cell next to the dog cage. Something hot was inside of it. She could see the steam rise out of it. He walked to the wall and lowered the rope holding her up. She stood unsteady on her feet. He undid her cuffs. He pointed to the jail cell. “Use the bathroom, when you are done, kneel at my feet.”
She breathed a sigh of relief and rubbed her arms. “Yes master.”
Tom smiled and watched her as she went to relieve herself. She really was a true submissive. Many of the girls he had sold took months, sometimes several years to completely break. Still, many smart ones put on the act early only to turn and try to kill him or escape. He wasn’t sure if she was one of them but he suspected that he had partially broken her already.
Shannon did her business and returned to Tom. She kneeled in front of him.
“Good girl.” He stroked her hair and grabbed a handful of it. He unzipped his jeans and pulled out his semi-erect cock. “Service my cock.” He put his stiffening cock against her lips. She opened them and he slid his cock in. He fucked her mouth for several minutes, growing rougher as his arousal built. She took him with only the occasional gag and he moaned loudly as he ejaculated down her throat. This time she swallowed everything.
After he was done, he released her and pointed to the cage. “Good girl. Now you can get some sleep. Go into your cage.” She started to get up to walk over and he yelled “CRAWL!”
She crawled into the cage, stepping over the two bowls. He closed the jail cell and locked it. She turned around and looked at the two bowls. One had oatmeal in it, the other water. He turned around and went up the stairs, turning off the light before he disappeared.
Shannon ate the oatmeal. She at first tried using her hand but it was messy, so she tried just eating out of the bowl, like a dog would. She was starved and ended up licking the bowl clean. Her hunger sated, she pushed the bowls to the side. The blanket was warm and comfortable, so she curled up and quickly fell asleep.
Tom spent the day preparing for his journey. He started at the marina, stocking his sailboat, ensuring all the systems necessary for a cross ocean journey was ready. He spent a good half of the day in his 45’ sailboat, taking care of his finances, ensuring everything would be paid for while he was gone on his three month journey. He even stopped by the old lady next door, telling her that he was off to visit his children, asking if she could make sure to keep an eye on the house, keep the junk mail from piling up on the porch.
When he returned, he showed Shannon the shower and sink and told her to clean herself up. This was a twice daily occurrence that he did as routine as long as he had her in his basement. He was careful to show kindness, nothing more than what you would show an animal but enough to build the bond.
He taught her the way to kneel before a Master, with the back straight, chest out, legs spread, and palms up, resting on her thighs. He then tied her to the table and used her once before he locked her up in the cell, turned off the light and went upstairs.
Up at his computer, he monitored his infrared camera he had installed above the jail cell while he surfed BDSM rooms on the web, looking for more prey. Shannon had curled up in her bed inside the dog cage and he could see her squirming in the dark. He zoomed in the camera and saw that her hand was busy between her legs, rubbing herself. He turned up the volume on the microphone above the cell and listened to her heavy breathing.
He waited until she came and then he moved quickly downstairs. He flipped on the light then went over to the cage, unlocked it and opened the door. She blinked and crawled out of her cage. He walked in the middle of the room and shouted in his angriest of voices, “Get over here!” She got up to go to him. “Crawl!” he yelled. She crawled to him and then kneeled as she had been taught.
“Were you touching yourself?” he yelled.
“No sir,” she said meekly.
“From now on, say Master. I’m your master, your owner.”
“No, master.”
He roughly grabbed her hand that she was using to touch herself and held it to her nose. “Smell that?” She looked down, knowing that she was caught. He grabbed her hair and brought her to the wooden horse. He pulled her up and hooked her wrist bracelets to a chain above. He pulled a pulley so that her arms were raised and her feet were lifted off the floor. He pulled her all the way to the top and then swung her over the horse. The horse has a pyramid shaped piece of wood. He lowered her down so that one leg was on each side. If she stood on her tip-toes, her pussy would only barely touch the wood. If she came down flat footed, the wedge shaped wood would push up into her. She came down once, and it was painful enough that she immediately went back up on her tiptoes.
Tom went back up and retrieved a video camera on a trip pod. He set it up to record her and then slapped her breast. “For touching yourself and cumming without permission, you will stay here all night. Remember, your cunt belongs to me,” he said and then he left her there. He went up to his laptop, watching her as well as cruising rooms on the internet. He cracked a beer and settled down for awhile.
On his Yahoo messenger, he saw someone that he had been working awhile, a mother in Tampa. She was already referring to him as her master. He got her going, stripped and punishing herself. He toyed with this new catch while he idly watched Shannon’s struggles below.
Shannon managed to stand on her tip toes for about 15 minutes. Then as her legs cramped, she began to ease down, whimpering as the sharp pressure increased and then crying out and shooting back up on her tip toes.
Tom had the volume down so he couldn’t hear her. He could see her crying and struggling. He toyed with his cock as he alternatively watched Shannon squirm and he satisfied the depraved cravings on the young mother on her webcam. Another girl he was working on, Liz popped up on his messenger and he began to chat with her.
Shannon was beginning to panic. She knew she couldn’t make it all night. She had no idea how long she had been hanging there but various muscles were starting to cramp. The pressure she felt when she lowered herself was the most unbearable, it seemed like it would split her in half. She tried swinging to the left or right of the wooden horse but there was no safe, comfortable position. Her feet gave and she fell sharply, crying out and sobbing, shooting up onto her feet. “Help!” she cried out. “Please!”
Tom watched his young mother cum. He saw her interest begin to dwindle shortly after. He smiled at her as she signed off. She was a tough one to hunt down, very secretive. She slipped once, revealing that she had a teenage daughter but other than that, he knew little about her. He switched to webcam with Liz. Liz was just starting to learn her body and BDSM.
After finishing with Liz, he signed off, and with no pants on, his cock bobbing up and down as he walked, he went downstairs. Playing with both women online had made him horny and excited again. He turned on the light to the dungeon. Shannon was sobbing now, she looked, her eyes pleading. He strolled slowly to the chain secured up on the wall. “Are you going to touch yourself without permission ever again?”
Shannon swung on her tiptoes, her legs shaking “No Master!”
“Are you ever going to cum without permission again?”
“No Master!”
“Why shouldn’t it touch its cunt?”
Shannon moaned “I don’t know!”
Tom tsked and walked away from the chain and to the wall of whips and toys. She cried out “Please! Please!”
He grabbed a thick belt and walked back, his cock dripping pre-cum and bobbing in front of him. He walked back and swung the belt hard on her rump. She cried out but remained on her tip-toes.
“Your cunt belongs to me. Not you, understood?”
“Yes Master!”
He swung the belt around hard again. “Why shouldn’t it touch its cunt?”
Shannon choked out the words “Because my cunt belongs to you!”
He swung the belt again. “If it’s my cunt why do you call it your cunt?”
Shannon was sobbing hard. He swung the belt again and it made a painfully loud crack. “I don’t know, pleaseeeee!”
“It’s not your cunt, it’s my cunt. So why shouldn’t it touch its cunt?”
“Because…your cunt belongs to you?”
Tom smiled, put down the belt and turn the winch to pull the chain up. He raised her high and then swung her over to his side of the saw-horse. He lowered her and then commanded “Put both your hands on the horse and bend over.” He then lowered her enough so that she was bent over. He walked behind her, kicked her leg out, moved in and pushed his cock into her. She gasped and hung her head.
He violently fucked her, gripping her tightly by her small waist. He didn’t take long before he pulled out and came on her back. He groaned loudly, squeezing his cock. With his first shot, his jism almost shot all the way to her shoulders.
He unhooked her and told her to crawl to her cage, where he then locked her up for the night.
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