Chapter Five: The Price of Resistance
Richard had driven to the nearest town. It was a fair-sized city with
lots of friendly people. It was about a two hour drive from the cabin, not too
bad with the radio going in the Blazer and the windows down feeling the first
chill breezes of fall.
He stopped in a couple of places to say hi to people. A lot of people up
here knew him. He and his father usually used the cabin for deer hunting or
fishing if the river was up. His father hadn't been able to go this year because
he had to pull some double shifts at work. Christmas was on its way and the
family had a few extra expenses this year.
Richard had told his dad that he was going to head up to the cabin for a
weekend or so, and then head back to school from there. Richard hinted that
maybe he would stay up there a little longer and he might miss this semester of
school in order to save the family money and to get some extra hunting in for
once. His dad worried that he would lose his scholarship, but Richard told him
that, as long as there was a written parental excuse for the absence, the
scholarship people would let him miss a semester without pulling the funding.
Richard's dad was only too happy to write the letter. Richard had been through a
lot in high school, plus he had gone to college a semester early and missed any
kind of summer break. His dad figured he could use some time off and some time
to himself. He thought a trip up to the cabin would be good for Richard.
While he was in town, he stopped by the hardware store to pick up a pair
of jumper cables, some lumber, rubber tubing and a few other assorted items. He
also visited a fishing store to get some lead weights, another large ice chest
and several bags of ice. He went to the one small department store and got a
straight razor and two bamboo cane fishing poles. The fishing store had been
out. Lastly, he stopped at the supermarket and picked up some more eggs, bacon
and other foodstuffs he thought he would need for the next little while. He also
bought a case of moist dog food.
Once he was finished with his shopping and everything was packed away in
the Blazer, he drove back out to the cabin. Along the way, he had a little time
to plan out how to best discipline his little captive. Most of the stuff he had
bought was just for preventative measures. The lead fishing weights would make
great nipple weights, the lumber could be fashioned into stocks and other wooden
items and the cane poles he would cut into shorter lengths and wet them to use
them to spank her.
He noticed the sun was getting high in the sky. Checking his watch, he
realized he had been gone longer than he had planned to be gone. The little
bitch would probably complain most of the rest of the day about being left
alone. She would probably be hungry, too. Thinking back to the case of dog food
he bought, he knew that problem would be taken care of easily enough.
He had even made sure to get up early so he would have time to have his
bath and get a little work out of the piggy bitch before he would have to come
into town. Unfortunately, she had fucked up those plans when she pissed in his
bath water and tried to run away. He had to spend all his extra time cleaning
the pot and disciplining her stupid ass. He honestly thought she was smart
enough not to keep trying to run away. She had no idea where she was, if she
followed the roads, he would find her before she got remotely close to a town
and if she went overland she would get lost and probably die out in the wild.
Not to mention the fact that she was butt naked, she had no money, no compass,
no supplies and no clue as to where she was. Even if she got so far as the end
of the dirt road, she wouldn't know whether to go left or right on the small
paved road that connected.
She was probably still panicked from being taken against her will. He
guessed he would have to keep an eye on her still, which really irritated him,
because he wanted to be able to have her do tasks around the place without
having to constantly supervise her. She would fall into shape eventually,
though, he was sure of it.
On he drove, eventually finding the dirt road leading to the hunting
cabin. After a few more moments, he pulled up at the front of the cabin. Rose
must have heard him coming, because she was on her knees at the front of the
cage, her fingers in the links and her breasts pressed against the metal. She
looked happy to see him. Richard almost reeled in his seat. He had not expected
that reaction from her. He had expected her to still be angry and to have that
haughty look on her face that she normally had. Instead, she was staring at him,
her eyes bright. She wasn't beaming at him or anything, but she wasn't outwardly
angry either.
He stopped the Blazer and got out, going to the back of the vehicle to
unload his new purchases. He brought out his new purchases and took them into
the cabin, unpacking the items and repacking the groceries into the coolers,
spreading some of the ice over them and keeping the rest in the bags they were
in and left them in one cooler. Once he was finished, he went outside to check
on Rose.
She was still at the front of the cage, waiting for him to come out of
the cabin. Her breasts were pressing tightly against the metal of the links, as
was her belly. She watched him walk to the cage and look down at her.
"Lay down." Richard said. Rose instantly did as he said. She laid down
on her back in the cage, her feet nearest the door.
"Spread your legs and bend your knees."
Rose opened her legs for him, parting them and then bending her knees so
she was exposed to him. He looked her legs over, making sure the skin was
unbroken and that the marks were healing. They looked alright to him. Some of
the red welts were still angry-looking and prominent.
"Turn over, but leave your legs open." Richard said, not asking, but
commanding her. She turned over immediately, leaving her legs apart. Her ass was
worse than the fronts of her legs. Many of the welts on her ass were
nasty-looking and swollen still. The skin wasn't broken and she wasn't bleeding,
but the welts had to be fairly painful still.
"Do they still hurt?" He asked her.
"Yes, sir, but they're not too bad." She replied, not moving from her
position.
"I'm glad you are alright, Rose. Get on your hands and knees and turn
around, facing the cage door." Richard stated plainly.
"Yes, sir." She said and rose to her hands and knees and turned around
toward the cage door. She looked up at him, waiting to see what he would do
next.
He unlocked the cage door and let her crawl out. She waited as he locked
the door back. He clipped the leash to her collar and took her to the dirt patch
so she could relieve herself. She hadn't asked, but he figured she would need
the relief. In fact, he was right. She had been fighting the urge of her bowels
for awhile now and had started cramping slightly while waiting for him to come
back. She dug her little hole in the dirt and squatted over it. Shortly a stream
of yellow piss flowed steadily into the hole as she relaxed her bowels to
relieve them. Richard watched her with interest; not particularly looking at her
as the feces was coming out of her, but looking at her face. He wanted to see if
he could tell what she was feeling, whether it was shame, resignation or
something different altogether. She seemed shamed, but she also seemed resolute.
Perhaps the latest round of discipline had really affected her. Or perhaps she
was just in shock and would be back to her normal self by tomorrow. Who knew
when it came to Rose?
After a moment, Rose's feces fell into the hole, making a slight
plopping sound. She turned around, not looking into the hole, and buried her
waste. She had not been given any toilet paper, so there was no way for her to
wipe herself. Richard tugged her leash and she followed him, crawling, back
toward the cabin. She could imagine the nastiness that must have been her anus,
poking into the air as she crawled. Thankfully, no one was around to see her,
except Richard and he wasn't looking at her.
Richard led her back to the porch and unleashed her. Her told her to
stand up, gave her the water hose again and instructed her to fill the pot. She
complied perfectly as he went and restarted the fire. Soon, the pot was filled
and Richard had carried it to the fire to heat. He sat in the rocker on the
porch, making Rose act as a footstool before him. He made her place her forehead
on the wooden planks of the porch, her ass high in the air and facing him. She
was very conscious of her still-dirty asshole as she sat there, exposed, before
him. He took no notice of her asshole or any other part of her as he propped his
feet on her ass and rocked steadily back and forth. He would pause occasionally
to go check the fire or to see how warm the water was.
Once the water was heated, he went into the cabin to get a pair of
potholders. He took the pot to the outhouse behind the cabin and emptied the hot
water into the bathtub. He then ran some cool water to equalize the temperature
so he would be comfortable.
His bath drawn, he took the pot back to the shed and locked it away. He
fetched Rose from the porch, leashing her and making her crawl to the outhouse
behind him. He tied her leash to a towel rod and began taking off his clothes.
She watched him, looking his body over, as he undressed. This was not the
Richard she had known in high school. This Richard was more muscular, not
ripped, but nicely shaped. He was also a little taller, but she thought it might
have been because he was standing straighter now than he did in high school. She
remembered he always walked hunched over, like a turtle, in school. Either he
had poor posture or his poor self-esteem caused him to walk with a hunch. Now,
though, he stood upright and straight and seemed to exude confidence.
Rose found her eyes drawn to his cock as he pulled his underwear off and
tossed them onto the pile of his clothing near where she was made to kneel. His
cock was surrounded by a patch of dark hair, which was kept closely cropped,
probably by a beard clipper or something similar. His cock was flaccid at the
moment, but was still quite nice. She tried to look away from his cock when she
noticed him looking down at her, but she couldn't. Her lips were parted slightly
and she seemed to not be in control of her breath. What the fuck was that all
about anyway? She wanted him. How could she want him? Here he was, some evil,
kidnapping asshole, but holy shit he looked good naked. She could imagine what
he would feel like with that cock inside her. She shook her head slightly,
trying to remove that image from her head. She couldn't make it go away though.
Was she really that desperate? Did she really need a thick, warm cock inside
her, like his, so badly that she had to turn to the one person she knew damn
well she should not? Holy god, though, she thought, it looked so good to her.
Richard had turned toward her and had noticed her eyes riveted on his
cock. He saw the looks passing over her face. He saw her eyes, her mouth and the
way she had parted her lips. He knew what she was thinking and, although he was
as confused about this as she was, he decided to test something in his mind.
He walked toward her slowly, only a few feet, but she still couldn't
take her eyes from him. He approached her very closely, his cock right before
her face. Her eyes never left his cock as he approached her. For some reason,
she wanted this. She knew what would happen, but she didn't care. She wanted it;
even though she knew she shouldn't at the same time. She tilted her head back a
little, her eyes moving off his cock for the first time and looking directly up
into his.
He moved his hips forward slightly and watched as her lips moved toward
his cock. Her mouth opened as if it had a mind of its own and her tongue slinked
slowly out of her mouth and toward the soft, warm skin of him. Her tongue found
the head of his cock and licked it lightly. It was soft and the skin was a
little salty from his sweat. She closed her lips around the head of his cock and
sucked it into her mouth gently. His cock seemed to flinch at her touch and he
took in a deep breath as her lips closed over his cock. He closed his eyes and
let out a soft moan at her touch. She felt his cock begin to harden in her
mouth. She opened her mouth again and took his cock back between her lips, but
farther in this time. He was now fully erect and she had to get farther up on
her knees to take him again, but she did it. She took his cock into her mouth,
moving her tongue over the head, tightening her lips over his shaft, sucking her
cheeks in against his soft skin. She moved her mouth back and forth over his
cock, licking it, sucking it and teasing it with a desire she did not know she
possessed. He moaned as she sucked him off and she moaned as he moaned.
Something about bringing him pleasure seemed to make her feel better. For many
long moments she continued to suck him, working her lips and tongue and cheeks.
The longer she went the more rapid his breaths became and the more turned on she
became as well. She could feel her pussy dripping down her thighs as she was
sucking him. Oh god, she thought, he feels so good in me. She moaned against his
cock.
"Would you like me to cum in your mouth, Rose?" Richard asked her
softly.
She nodded lightly, not wanting to let his cock out of her mouth for
fear of losing this wonderful feeling of having him inside her.
"Good." He whispered, his muscles tightening slightly and his breathing
becoming more rapid. After just a few more seconds, he tensed and groaned as he
emptied his cum into her mouth. It tasted bitter, but it was so good to her. She
couldn't get enough of it. She sucked greedily on his cock as he continued to
fill her mouth with his juice. Soon, she had every last drop and he pulled his
cock from her mouth and she swallowed the cum he had given her. She looked up at
him, panting, her eyes lusty and smouldering. She wanted him to fuck her. She
wanted him to pull her up from her knees, bend her over and fuck her helpless
horny cunt until she came and came and came. She didn't even know it, but her
need was so strong that she growled deep in her throat, an animal noise, but not
unnoticed by Richard. He looked down between her legs and saw a shallow pool of
her pussy juice on the floor underneath her and her thighs were covered with her
own wetness.
He turned away from her, eliciting a small noise of protest from her,
but that is all she dared. She did not open her mouth to say anything nor did
she try to complain. She did not want to be displeasing to him, especially right
now. She wanted him inside her, fucking her and making her cum. She would be
good. She would be a very good little slut for him. He entered the warm bath
water and lay back in the tub, sighing deeply. She looked upon him, now lusting
after him for two reasons. She wanted him, of course, but now she also wanted to
be in that bath with him. She would have loved to clean herself off and to get
the grime off her and to clean her still-dirty asshole.
"May I please join you, sir?" She asked him quietly.
"No, you may not." He replied without any hesitation whatsoever. "But I
would like to ask you some things." He added after a short moment's thought.
"Yes?" She asked with interest.
"You have started calling me sir since I left you here and went
shopping. Why is that?" He looked over at her to watch her face.
"I want to be more pleasing to you." She said shyly, and was very aware
that he was watching her. "I don't want you to have to whip me anymore sir."
"Is that all, Rose?" He asked. "That's not really what I want your
motivation to be. I don't want you to be afraid of me. I just want you to learn
something from me."
"Yes sir, I will try to remember that and learn from you in the future."
"Will you?" He asked and looked away, no longer concerned with looking
at her face. She felt suddenly ashamed.
"I will try to at least." She replied, wanting very much for him to look
at her again. To see how much she wanted to please him and how serious she was
about this.
He said nothing more to her for a few moments. He closed his eyes and
relaxed back into the tub, letting the water warm him. Rose had noticed the room
was warmer, too, and humid. Maybe it was just her that was warm and humid,
though.
After several long moments, he looked back at here and said, "I want you
to be good from now on and do as you are told, no matter what. Can you do that
for me, Rose?"
"I really don't know." She answered and looked down at the floorboards.
"What would you have me do?"
"Anything I want, Rose." He replied. "I want you to comply with me, no
matter what I ask of you or want you to do or want to do to you."
"I will try to do as you ask." She said, but did not move her gaze from
the floor of the outhouse. "I don't know if I can, though." She hated to say it,
because she didn't want to anger him again. She was beginning to realize that
having him happy with her was much better than having him angry with her.
He sat forward in the bathtub and reached across to her. She flinched
away from him, but he took her chin in his hand and forced her to look up at
him.
"You will do as I ask, Rose." He said, looking directly into her eyes.
"You will because you don't have any choice."
"Yes sir," She said, her composure cracking suddenly as she began to
weep in his hand. He took his hand way from her chin, but she found herself
leaning forward to keep his touch. She wanted him to touch her.
He leaned back into the tub, sinking back into the water. She knelt
where she was and wept quietly.
After about a half hour or so, Richard took a washcloth and began to
wash himself off. Rose looked at the soap and the cloth longingly. She also
looked at Richard's chest longingly. God, what had happened to her? Why couldn't
she take her mind off of him? She could still taste his cum on her tongue. Her
pussy was getting hot again, too. Soon she would be running with her juices and
there was nothing she could do about it. Her body was betraying her and she
couldn't fucking well believe it. She could remember him in her mouth, his cock
hardening against her tongue, his cum in her mouth. God, she loved it! She
fucking wanted more and she wanted more now!
Richard was washing his hair now. He had rinsed the soap from his skin
and lathered his hair. Once he was finished washing his hair, he rinsed it off,
pulled the plug on the tub and got out of the warm bath water. Instantly, Rose's
eyes were transfixed on his cock. It was limp, but the warm water had made it
hang lower and his balls looked bigger and hung lower, too. She felt her mouth
watering for more of him, more of his cum, more of anything of his.
He reached over to her and unclipped her leash from the collar.
"Come over here." He said, indicating the floor before the toilet. She
quickly crawled the few feet to where he had indicated and then settled back on
her knees again.
"Bend forward and turn your head to the side." He said. "Place the side
of your head against the rim of the toilet bowl."
Saying nothing, she did as she was instructed, bending forward and
placing her right ear against the rim of the bowl. She knew what he was going to
do. It made her sick to think of it, but she tried her hardest to keep her
composure. She wanted to please him, but this was going to be very hard for her
to do.
"Put your tongue out, Rose." He said, stepping forward and standing over
her.
She put her tongue out and a short moment later she felt the warm stream
of his piss hit her mouth and pass over her tongue. The taste was bitter and
quite unpleasant and she did retch at first, but she held herself together
amazingly well. He pissed across her tongue for a few moments until he was
finished. He then made her hold his cock in her mouth while he squeezed out the
last drippings of urine. She could taste it in her mouth, the bitter liquid
pooling around her tongue. She almost retched again, but Richard held her firmly
so she couldn't force the liquid from her mouth.
Once he was finished urinating in her mouth, he took her mouth away from
his cock and told her to swallow what was given to her. She bowed her head and
did as she was told. The thought was disgusting to her, but the actual act
itself wasn't too bad.
How she had changed these last couple of days. Three days ago, there
would have been no way in hell she would have swallowed anyone's piss, let alone
Richard's. Now, though, here she was, taking it and swallowing it and thinking
how not too bad it was. She went from hating him and wanting to see him dead to
wanting nothing more at all than to suck and fuck him until he was satisfied
with her. She wanted him to be happy with her and happy with her progress. She
really did want to be pleasing to him now. Resistance, as the saying went, was
futile, after all.
