PAID IN FULL
By my count this was the tenth day. My time was up. I was excited at the
prospect of going home. The Head Mistress appeared in my room just after
breakfast.
"We have negotiating a higher percentage with your husband. Twenty-six thousand
is a lot to walk away from. We are prepared to pay to your account the sum of
twenty thousand dollars. With tips to-date that will bring your total to
$23,347.00. Your sale will be final & your husband notified immediately."
"I don't think so. I want to go home." I was really annoyed that they though I
might really volunteer for this nightmare.
"Consider carefully my Dear. We offered $15,000.00 to Dan at the time of
auction. He turned us down flat. We have upped the offer twice each day. Last
night we offered him $20,000.00. He has yet to decline. If he deals you get
nothing." My anger flared wildly. Even Dan had his limits...
"How dare you! I am not an object to be sold. I am a human being!" I yelled at
her for the first time since I had arrived.
"That is exactly what you are until your time with us is up. We own you. We own
your body. We can and will do with them as we wish. Have you forgotten?" She
spoke flatly.
"No, Mistress. I have not." I only needed to be reminded of my true position.
"But I must trust Dan." My future was in his hands now. This life was not going
to be my choice. I wanted my husband and kids back!
"I will return after lunch. If we do not hear from him by that time you will be
shipped to your new owner and a check made out to Dan." She left. I sat on the
bed in utter despair. Tears began to well up in my eyes. My heart sank. My mind
raced over the events of the passed ten days, the pictures Dan must have been
sent. Why would Dan even wait to respond? The money of course... and maybe he
just didn't want a well used, dog fucking bitch back. And if he went to work to
think about it I would be gone before he did respond. Sobs began to fill the
air. Time stood still. It did not crawl by. It just stopped for me. Each second
was etched in paralyzing misery. I sat absolutely immobile.
The blond woman that had arrived with me stopped by soon after the Head Mistress
left. She had been crying too. She sat on the end of the bed. Her head hung low.
"You too?" she asked.
"I don't know yet. You?" I starred at her.
"Yes. My husband sold me to these monsters." She sobbed again. "They offered him
$12,000 and he took it. Just like that! Not even a word to me." She sobbed
again. "I feel so abandoned... helpless." She sobbed.
"Dan is considering..." I sat unable to continue. "When...." not able to finish
the question.
"Next Friday. I go to someplace in South America. To run some guys breeding
kennels. I'm not going to be a wife and mother. I'm going to be some dogs bitch
for the rest of my life." She sobbed uncontrollably. One of the other women was
being shipped to San Francisco later today. She was going to work in a Bondage
House. Another had been shipped two days ago to Europe to become someone's
Mistress. This was the least appealing sale I had heard of in the ten days I had
been here.
My heart was breaking for her. Yet my own fears mounted. She stood and left the
room. I sat starring into the twilight light zone in utter silence...
The presence of the Head Mistress alerted me that I must have sat through the
lunch hour. I looked up. My eyes were swollen, crusty from tears.
"He declined our last offer only moments ago. Follow me and you will be returned
immediately." My heart beat harder than I have ever felt it. I thought my chest
would explode. Tears long since spent returned freely. I followed in silence.
I was at the back of a step van in moments. I expected some sort of clothing. I
was wrong. I was loaded into the back in nothing more than my leather chastity
belt, gauze to protect my brand, plugs in my bottom; the ball gag fitted, and
shackles about my ankles and wrists. Just as I had spent the last ten days. A
leather hood was fastened about my head. I was placed in the pillage. I heard
the door close, the motor start, and we began to move forward. Relief replaced
the fear and terror of the last ride in this van. We drove about for what seemed
like hours before we came to a stop.
I heard the door to the van's over head door open, someone walking, the pillage
opened. I stood, still hooded I could see nothing. Someone helped me down from
the van. I was not afraid this time. He led me forward. I was going home...
"Stand still, woman," the man said. He removed my wrist shackles. "Place your
hands behind your back."
I did as I was told. He fastened the wristbands together behind my back. Next my
ankle shackles were removed. "Feet together."
He fastened one ankle closely to the other.
"Step forward."
There was a wooden pole between the arch of my feet. My forehead pressed upon
the pole. It was uncomfortable. I felt something pinching, tugging at my right
nipple. I felt a sharp prick against the upper part of the aureole. My mind
struggled to comprehend what I was feeling, a splinter maybe. No it was to the
outside away from the pole. An involuntary shudder ran through my spine. The
sound and vibration told me that something was being driven into the pole. Pain
flamed in my breast. The pole vibrated through my skull where it met the pole.
My breast was fastened, nailed to the pole. In another instant a prick at the
bottom of the aureole, whump, and it was done. Then the pinching, tugging on the
left side...
"Your husband will receive directions to retrieve you as soon as I call in. He
will arrive in an hour or so if he can follow instructions well. That is if no
one else finds you first." And he left. He left me there half-naked, nailed to a
post. It was dark under the hood. I could not see. My nipples hurt. I had no
idea where I was. Suddenly I became very afraid. I strained to hear any sound.
There was nothing, no motors, no voices, nothing. I stood. I had no choice. This
was perfect. I was abducted in terror and returned in fear and pain...
I heard the engine first. Then the rattling rumble of tires over rocks and
debris. The engine shut off. A door closed. Footsteps approached from behind.
"Honey, is that you?" It was Dan's voice. Tears welled up in my eyes. I shook my
head.
"What have they done to you?" He unzipped the hood. He ran his fingers through
my hair. It felt so good to have him touch me. He removed the ball-gag. My eyes
began adjusting to the light of day. My jaws ached. Dan undid my wrists. Next he
released my ankle shackles. It would have felt good to be free save that I dared
not move about due to the tacks through my breasts. They were thin upholstery
nails.
"Oh, Honey it's so good to see you!" I sobbed with joy and relief. Dan returned
from the car with the small hammer that I use to hang pictures. "I was afraid I
might never see you and the kids again."
"They said I would need a hammer to take you home, but I had no idea..." He
fumbled dropping the hammer. "Maybe you better. I don't want to hurt you." I
reached about the pole with one hand. Pressing the breast to the pole I tugged
at the head of the nails. They can loose rather easily and slipped out of the
flesh of my breast easily with only a droplet of blood. As the last nail slipped
free I nearly jumped into Dan's arms. It felt so good to be held. I felt safe
again, finally.
There was a passbook; a savings passbook tacked to the pole above my head. I
took it down. The balance read $3, 347.00. Well they had returned me with the
money I had earned. I didn't know whether to be angry or grateful. The money
represented a great deal of pain, trauma, sex and pleasure. I had earned it. It
was mine. And it was a pretty fair amount of money.
"Let's get you dressed." Dan held my hand as we walked to the car. "Are you
okay?"
"Oh, yes. I was so scared that you'd take the money."
"No chance!" Dan squeezed my hand.
"Not even at the end?" Dan paused as we walked to the car.
"No, not really. They kept upping the ante... but there was never really a
question." I was so elated. Tears rolled down my cheeks.
"They offered me twenty and told me you were considering their offer. I almost
accepted out of fear that you might, well, you know... that's a lot of money."
We stood in silence. "I'm glad I trusted you."
"Me too," was all Dan said.
I began to unbuckle my leather chastity belt. I removed each piece and tossed
them into the trunk. Finally I stood quite naked. The burns from my branding not
yet healed, a fuzz beginning to grow. Dan stared for a moment.
"I was branded with my sales price. It says $26,550. That's what you paid to get
this body back... and it's was one of the highest sales prices this year." I
boasted. I stepped into my panties. Gently I slipped on my jeans.
"Does that come off?" Dan asked looking at the chain between my nipples. I ran
my finger along its length. I had become accustomed to its weight and presence.
"Not in this life time. It is welded, tempered, stainless steel." It felt
awkward to fasten my bra about the chain and piercings. I had not worn one in
ten days. My breasts were sore from the nails but I had grown used to dealing
with soreness and pain. I pulled on my blouse. I looked almost normal again.
Dan looked quizzically at me. "You look the same... yet seem somehow different."
"How much did they tell you?" I asked as I put on my shoes and socks.
"Nothing... just the pictures everyday."
"Well, they would pretty much tell the tale." I winced as I though about the
tale they had told. I swung my feet into the car and closed the door.
"Wow, that had to be tough on you." Dan said as the door closed. He walked to
the other side of the car. The engine started. Dan backed up and started down a
dirt road.
"Where are we?"
"North of town... Where were you?"
"I don't know. I was hooded and closed in a van. They drove around for hours."
"Was everything real? I mean, well, you know..." I closed my eyes leaning back
into the seat in reflection.
"Yes, very real."
"Was it bad?"
"Not too. You get used to it mostly. What was the hardest part was knowing that
someone else owned me... and that they own my body too. I had no choice in what
they did with my body or me. They made real sure I knew it too!"
"Is there anything you want?"
"To sleep in my own bed... and a black Lab." I paused, my eyes still closed.
"Sure. I though you might. He's a cute pup... waiting at home with the kids." I
smiled, squeezed Dan's hand tightly and drifted off to sleep. I was on my way
home.
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