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Authors: S. J. Lewis

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When he finally pulled out of her, he unlocked one of her wrists from the handcuffs, stood up, and peeled off the condom, tossing it over with the plug. He picked up the feeding bowl and banged on the bars of her cell with it once. Almost immediately Lisa arrived, naked and collared, bearing a washbasin full of warm, soapy water, a washcloth, and a small towel. The Female was still kneeling bent over on the floor, whimpering, trembling and sniffling. Lisa looked down at her and then back up at Ron. When he opened the cell door, Lisa laid the washbasin down on the floor in front of The Female and placed the washcloth and towel next to it. The Female looked up briefly then, but stayed bent over on her knees. Lisa scurried out, while. Ron pulled the cell door shut. He took The Female by her hair and pulled her up so that she was kneeling upright. He let go of her hair then and took a step back.

“Face me,” he ordered. Still sniffling, she turned around gingerly, still on her knees on the hard, hard floor. He pointed at his cock, still erect and hard. “Wash it,” he said. “And wash it good, because afterwards you’re going to suck it dry.”

She stared blankly at his cock for a moment. There were tears in her brown eyes, but not many. Then she turned and carefully picked up the washbasin. She laid it at his feet and turned again to pick up the washcloth. She soaked it in the soapy water and wrung it out, then began to wash his cock. She was very gentle, and very thorough, even though the condom had kept it clean. She might have kept washing it indefinitely if he hadn’t stopped her. She seemed to be fascinated by it. She washed his balls too.

Finally, she laid the basin aside with the washcloth in it and picked up the towel. She dried him with as much care and thoroughness as she’d washed him. She was so gentle that the terrycloth might as well have been silk for all he felt.

“Enough,” he said finally. She laid the towel aside next to the basin. Then she bent over, her nose touching the floor, and put her hands behind her so that he could cuff her again. He hadn’t expected that, but he wasn’t going to complain. When both of her hands were cuffed again, she slowly pulled herself upright and looked up. Her face seemed strangely peaceful and there was a ghost of a smile on her lips.

“May I, Master?” she asked in a husky voice.

“Yes,” he smiled. She leaned forward slowly, her mouth opening for him. She licked at his cock, as if to see if any soap remained on it, then began licking it all over.

Ron looked over at the blonde briefly. She was still against the far wall, but now she seemed more fascinated than horrified. He looked back down at The Female. She had just taken his cock into her mouth and her eyes were closed. She made a small noise of pleasure as her lips slid down the shaft. She took him in deeply and just held him there for a long moment, then looked up at him with her mouth full of his cock. He could have sworn she was smiling. Then she set to work with a slow, steady rhythm. When he finally came, it was so intense that he had to grip her head in both hands. She grunted through her nose at each spurt of semen into her mouth and put on a small and ineffectual act of struggling. When he pulled out and let go of her head, she tilted her head back, staring up. He heard her swallow.

***

It was the last night. He might not have been able to keep track, but someone in the Office could. He had taken The Female to the same imitation log cabin room that Carla had brought him to. There was a fire crackling on the hearth. The light coming through the fake windows was a good imitation of sunset. The Female lay on what was probably a fake bearskin rug. She was naked, but tonight she wore no collar. Her hands were bound securely behind her with coarse rope. She watched him quietly as he poured out wine for both of them. When he came to her, she rose to a reclining position, propping herself up on one elbow. He held the glass of wine to her lips and let her drink. She only sipped at it.

“May I speak, Master?” she asked shyly.

“Yes,” he answered.

“This feels…different. Is there something I should know?”

He settled down onto the bearskin next to her and let his eyes roam over her long legs before looking into her eyes. The firelight put part of her face in shadow, but she seemed concerned.
“Tonight is your last night,” he said simply. “Tomorrow morning, you’ll be taken back to your hotel.”

“So soon? It can’t be.” She drew closer, pressing herself against him, looking worried now. “I don’t want to go now.”

“Sorry,” he shook his head. “That’s how it works.”

“Is that how you want it to work, Master?” she asked.

“What do you mean?” He looked down at her. She just stared back at him wordlessly for a long moment, and then her face seemed to crumple. The next thing he knew, she had buried her face in his lap and was sobbing uncontrollably.

“I don’t want to go!” she wailed. “I don’t want you to send me away!”

“Hey, hey, hey,” he took her by her shoulders and raised her back up so that she was sitting facing him. “What’s the matter? I’m not ‘sending you away’.”

“Yes, you are!” she accused between sobs. “Why? Did I not please you, Master?”

“Ah…” Ron was dumbfounded. He’d never had a woman react like this when she’d been told her time in captivity was almost over. “Stop calling me ‘Master’,” he said. “What’s the matter?”

“I told you!” she cried out. “I don’t want to go!” She broke down into tears and sobs again.

“Why not?” Ron asked.

“Look at me,” she said. Her voice was unsteady. “I’m forty years old. I’ve never done anything like this before. I’ve always been too busy, too preoccupied, too damned scared…” She sobbed and hiccupped. Tears were streaming down her face. “You took me here and tied me up and set me free. Now you want to send me away! Where would I find another man who could make me feel the way you made me feel? I’m
forty
years old! How much time do I have left anyway, before I start to sag and ache? I worked hard and smart all my life. I have more than enough money to live on very comfortably even if I never work again. What would I do? What would I
do
? I’d be alone! I don’t
want
to be alone!” She broke down sobbing.

The next thing Ron knew, he was holding her close and kissing her fiercely. He could taste the salt of her tears on his lips.

Chapter Fourteen

The sun had set, but off to the west the sky was still bright. Ron fed a few more twigs and broken branches to the campfire. It didn’t really need any more fuel, but the activity gave him an excuse to look at Elizabeth for a little while longer. She was staked out face down, spread-eagled, naked and gagged. All that lay between her body and the bare ground was a blanket of pine needles. She tossed her head to get her hair out of her face and looked back at him over her shoulder. She saw him watching her and ground her hips in a slow circle before dropping her head back down. She began struggling with her bonds, making little whimpers of dismay – she knew what he liked. He got up and slowly walked over to her. The rawhide thongs that tied her wrists and ankles to the tent stakes he’d driven into the ground looked a bit tight. She squirmed and writhed and turned her head to look up at him. Her panties were stuffed deeply into her mouth and held in place with more rawhide. The rest of her clothes were piled loosely in front of her where she could see them.

He squatted down beside her and spanked her rump once. She made a squeaking noise and was still. She’d turned her head back. He couldn’t see her face because of her thick mane of hair, but he could hear her breathing heavily through her nose, just like a woman on the verge of panic. He slapped her ass again, harder. She yelped and started struggling again, frantically, desperately, hopelessly.
He got up and stood behind her, between her long, strong legs. He was already as hard as a rock, and it was a little difficult untangling his cock from his jeans and boxers. He shoved them both down around his ankles and dropped to his knees. She squealed when he began applying the lubricant to her anus. It always felt a little cool at first.

The next step was the condom. It was lubricated as well. She was still so tight that he needed it. She began whimpering as he positioned himself, and she shrieked through her gag as he entered her, tossing her head wildly. He supported his weight on his arms as he slowly thrust his cock all the way into her and then carefully lowered himself until he was laying full length on her back. He heard her groan as she took his weight. She was huffing and panting now. He could feel her trembling. He brushed her hair away from the nape of her neck and kissed her there before biting her gently. She shuddered and made a purring noise. He could feel her anus clenching and unclenching around his cock. Then he lifted himself up off of her with one arm, and with his free hand he gripped a fistful of her hair, and began pumping her, hard and deep. She exploded in another fit of squeals, shrieks and struggles. Anyone happening on the scene now would think that he was brutally raping her.
He kept slamming into her, hammering her into the ground. Each thrust drove a deep grunt out of her, and after a while that was all she had the breath for. He pulled her head back by her hair and concentrated on fucking her ass
hard
. Although he felt his climax building sooner than he’d wanted, he didn’t try to fight it. When she heard him groaning as he came, she whimpered with that strange pleasure submissive women feel when they’ve been taken to such lowly depths and used hard.

***

“Mmmmm…” Elizabeth purred as Ron ungagged her. “I love to serve you, Master.”

They kissed. It wasn’t easy, because she was still staked out and he was still on top of her. He had to help her lift her head by pulling on her hair again.

When he broke the kiss and let go of her hair, but he didn’t free her right away. Instead, he reclined on his side next to her. The pine needles were barely adequate as a cushion. As her head rested on the ground, she peered at him sideways through the tangle of her hair and he saw her grin wickedly.
“What?” he asked.

“You remember the first time you did that to me?” she asked, still grinning.

“Yes. Why?”

“Mmmmm…” she purred again. If she could have, she would probably have stretched like a cat. “At first, I almost panicked. I was afraid you might hurt me…and then I realized that it wasn’t so bad. It was
different
, and it did hurt a little, but I was just starting to get into it when you stopped. Ever since then, I’ve wanted you to do that to me again, only harder and longer.”

“And now?” As he brushed her hair back from her face, her grin turned into a sleepy smile.
“I am yours, Master,” she replied, “use me however you want.”

He ran his hand along her back to her rump, savoring the warmth of her skin under his fingertips. He leaned close for another kiss before he began untying her. Tonight they would sleep in their tent. He’d keep her naked – she seemed to like that as much as he did. But to avoid a repeat of the hide-and-seek game she’d made him play the previous night, he would collar and leash her, keeping a firm grip on that leash all night.

***

“We’ll be there soon,” Ron said. He shrugged his backpack into a more comfortable position. Beside him, Elizabeth did the same. She looked very outdoorsy in her jeans and boots and red checked shirt. The shirt was only buttoned about halfway up, so that he could see the black leather collar buckled around her neck.

“Good,” she said. “I always loved the outdoors, but I’m a little out of practice with hiking. What’s the name of the place we’re going again?”

“Gordburg,” he replied. “We should be there in a couple of hours. We have reservations at the hotel there. Tonight you can lounge around in a nice, hot tub and soothe those aching muscles.”

“They’re not aching, Master,” she said, coyly. “Just a little sore. And tomorrow?”

“Tomorrow maybe we don’t even get out of our room,” he smiled.

“Don’t go soft on me, Master,” she smiled. “I want to see the town. I want to make love under the stars again.” She turned to face him, her smile wicked. “I even want you to lead me down the street naked and tied at the end of a leash.” He could almost see her tremble with excitement as she said that.

“There’ll be a lot of other men in Gordburg,” he reminded her.

“Yes,” she nodded, still smiling. “But you’ll keep me safe from them, because you want me all to yourself.” She reserved her biggest most contented smile for that comment.

He gathered her into his arms and held her close. “I needed you,” he murmured into her ear. She gave him a quick hug before she stepped back and looked up at him. The expression on her beautiful face was soft and endearing.

“I needed you, too, Master,” she said. “I’ve been waiting for you for a long time. Let’s get to that town so I can show you what you mean to me.”

They started walking again, side by side. After a moment, she took his hand in hers and squeezed it gently.

Also by S J Lewis

Vacation

Female Prey

The Elusive Prey

Claudia’s Surrender: The Case of the Reluctant Submissive

Augustin’s Island

Hunting Party

Krissy

Marie’s Descent

Tanya

The Dark Woods & Other Bondage Stories

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