"Earth to slut wife. Come in slut wife," Jack's voice wrenched her back to reality. He hadn't been calling her long, as his tone held more amusement than anger. Still, she was surprised to note that he'd pulled down his pants and underwear, and was clearly intent on slamming his hard cock into her pussy. At his command, she turned and faced the tree, bending over at a ninety degree angle, her hands providing a strong support against the tree. She shuddered as his hands swept aside the ruined strips of skirt, leaving her ass and pussy bare to the air. She felt the large mushroom head snake along her pussy lips, but then seek out a different home, probing the opening to her ass. But he hadn't put any oil on! Had he?

"I'm going to ask you five questions," he said menacingly. "For every one you answer truthfully, I'll place a drop of oil on my cock. Lie too much, and this'll be a very painful fuck."

"Yes, master," she replied, scared into further subservience.

"Now, would you have let me do all this to you if you hadn't given into your carnal desires with that other man?"

"No, master," she replied. She couldn't imagine her old self even discussing such depravity.

"Is there anyone, besides me, that you'd like to fuck right now?"

She considered telling him about her recent fantasy with the men in their offices, but decided against it. No reason to give him ideas. "No, master."

"Liar. You're a slut and I know you think about other guys fucking you. Next question. Would you suck the cock of the park ranger if I told you to?"

"Yes, master."

"Yes, I believe you would. And would you spread your legs for our esteemed pastor?"

"Yes, master," she replied, though hoping that he was just testing her.

"Another lie!" he declared, slapping her bare butt. "You know that he's friends with your father, and the fact that you're a slut would be the one thing you want to hide from him. Final question. Will you do anything you need to do to prove your loyalty to me, as my slut bitch?"

"Oh, yes master," she whimpered, her mind flashing to all the kinky, painful and embarrassing acts he'd forced her to perform.

"I hope that's true, for your sake," he responded, giving her ass another hard slap before reaching under to squeeze and milk her dangling tits. "That's three out of five. I hope three drops of oil is enough. Because that's all you're going to get."

She bent over lower and gasped as his steel rod ripped into her tight asshole. Three drops were enough. But just barely. Was it too late to take him up on the previous day's offer to end their pact?

"Turn left up here," Kelli said, as Jack worked to pass a slow-moving truck. She was reading the directions off a smeared paper, which Jack had written during a cell phone call he'd received in the middle of the woods. She didn't know why they were going to this destination, but knew that it was important enough for him to immediately abandon her ass-fucking and lead her back to the car.

The trek back to the car had left her a nervous wreck. Jack had left her in her tattered skirt and cut open sweater, and she'd fully expected to be seen and even recognized by someone hiking the trails. But they made it all the way back to the car without being spotted. Only when Jack paused at the guard shack was she positive that her bare breasts had been spotted. Seconds later they were headed out to the highway, leaving the park ranger behind with a shocked expression on his face. Two miles down the road, Jack had pulled into a rarely used farm trail, which led deep into a field of corn. Leaving the highway far behind, he stopped the car and ordered her to get out. Without a word, he cut the remainder of her outfit off her body, letting the well-hacked clothes fall to the ground. Then, turning to the bag he'd brought into the woods, he pulled out a pair of stockings, a garter, thong panties and a bra, all in black, all sheer enough to clearly reveal what they were supposed to be covering. Kelli was outraged but not surprised. He had these clothes in the woods, but had made her risk exposure during their long walk out. This day was not turning out the way she had expected.

Now she sat in the front seat, reading off the directions and wondering where they were headed. Two turns later, she had her answer. She could only look questioningly at Jack as he pulled into the attached garage of a small brick ranch home on the city's west side. And she almost broke his command of silence when the garage door noisily slid down, trapping them inside.

He stopped her, though, with a wave of his hand. "Now it's time for you to show how much you've learned. The man inside this house has helped me a lot during the last two weeks, though I've never met him in person. He's given me lots of advice on how to turn you from what you were into a fully obedient wife. I want to treat him with as much respect as you treat me. You'll call him Sir and me Master. When we get inside, you'll drop immediately into your position, and from then on you'll do anything he says. He'll be as much your master as I am." With that said, he pulled her close and kissed her sharply and deeply, his tongue jamming into her mouth as if he were fucking her with it. Just as she began to lean into his kiss, she felt his hands place something around her neck and heard a "click" next to her ear. Instinctively, she reached to touch her neck, only to find that he'd placed a collar around it. And to that collar he was attaching a leash!

The stiff leather cut into her chin as he pulled her out the driver's side door. As she tried to untangle herself from the steering wheel, the inside door opened and a barrel-chested man stepped out, his eyes skimming over her and then warmly resting on her husband.

"Jack, I hope you didn't have any trouble finding the place?"

"Nope. We were just out at the State Park for a little adventure when you called. Just a short stop to change, and we're here."

"An adventure, eh? Seems like a good day for them," the man said with a sly grin towards Kelli. "Let's get inside, shall we?"