COMING CLEAN - A DRUG ADDICTS STORY OF SOBRIETY

BY ANAL AL
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Xandy woke up her head pounding. Where was she? She tried to move but couldn’t. Not too surprised since she often couldn’t control the actions of her own body. She looked around and appeared to be in a bedroom of some sort. The room looked like a typical drywalled bedroom in any house she had ever been in. The window was covered by blinds and outfitted with drapes. Definitely either a girls room or a guest room. The drapes weren’t too frilly so the guest room would fit. She tried to move again and realized she was tied. Her wrists were tied and her ankles were tied. She wriggled and felt something. What was it? A diaper? What the hell was she doing tied to a bed in a strange bedroom with a diaper on. She wriggled some more and realized the diaper was wet. Urine. Definitely smelt like she had peed in it. Ok so just how long had she been out?

Xandy lay there and tried to think about what was the last thing she remembered. She was at a party. Her friend, if you could really call him that, Shakeem, had brought her there. He had given her a few good lines of coke and then a tab of acid to drink. She drank it down. She definitely remembered going in a room with him and there being two guys in their underwear there. She remembered seeing one of them pay Hernando. And she remembered one of them putting his cock into her mouth while the other one was pulling at her clothes. That, however, was the last thing she remembered. But there was a dream of someone looking into her face after a bright light had shined in her eyes. Was that a dream?

“Oh my head aches.” Xandy said to herself out loud as much to hear some noise in the room as to state to herself what she already knew to be true. She had awakened this way before after too much partying. She needed a hit of something. Anything. Even a bottle of cheap wine would help at this point. Her head was pounding. She felt like she was going to throw up. Throw up. Yeah, that was the smell. She rolled over the other way and nearly pulled her arm out of the socket trying to move her head away. The whole right side of the pillow was covered in dried vomit. It smelt too. Apparently she had vomited while she was out – again. Wouldn’t be the first time she had woke up in her own throw up. Her hair was definitely matted down with it. “Damned I’m getting disgusting.”

She lay there and felt she had to pee. Not seeing any obvious way to get up and feeling like she had a wet diaper already she just let it loose. She felt the warm feeling spread out from her vagina into the diaper.

The light by the window she knew it had to be day time. However she couldn’t tell if it was just the next day or the day after that since the party. Xandy definitely remembered being on three day benders before. She had no recollection of what she had done. She was pretty sure she had been fucked well by the two men in the room. However anyone could have had their way with her after that and she wouldn’t have remembered it. She felt lucky to have only had crabs once and not anything worse. She knew that sooner or later she would get worse if she continued to be passed out at parties like that.

Xandy heard a noise. It was footsteps in the other room. The knob on the door creaked and the door slowly opened. It was obvious that whomever it was knew she had been sleeping and didn’t want to wake her. She closed her eyes and pretended to be asleep. She heard soft footsteps in the carpet. The she felt a presence near her. She opened her eyes slowly. A face was in front of her. A white man’s face.

“Good morning sleepyhead.” He said.

Xandy just looked at him. He head was hurting. “Where the fuck am I?” Xandy asked.

“In bed.” He answered softly and smiled.

“No shit Sherlock. Why the fuck am I tied down?”

“Cause you’ve been a bad girl and I didn’t want you falling out of bed and breaking your silly neck.”

“Fuck you.” She said.

“We’ll see. I’ll bet you have one hell of a headache about now.” He said and looked at her.

Xandy looked back at him and decided to see what he was up to. Shakeem had probably sold her to him for entertainment or something.

“So what do you remember?”

“Fuck off.”

“Well if you’re not in the mood to talk fine.” The man said and pulled back the covers. It was then that Xandy realized she was naked. He pulled at the diaper. “Raise up.” He commanded. Xandy just lay there. “Do you want a fresh diaper or not?”

Xandy looked into his eyes and then realized that he was going to change her. She obligingly raised her hips up. He pulled away the dirty diaper and then she felt him bring a new diaper up to her. She rose up again and he pulled it under her. She would much prefer to be out of the bed but given the way her head hurt she was content to just lay her for a while longer. If she had a diaper on she wouldn’t have to get up to go pee.

“Good girl.” He said as he fastened the new diaper onto her. He then reached for her pillow and she brought her aching head up to let him remove it. He replaced it with a fresh one. “My name is Randy.”

Randy brought the sheet and blanket back over her. He took a wet rag and washed her face. Damned if it didn’t feel good. He then sat on the bed beside her. “I guess you’re wondering what happened? Well I bought you from a guy named Shakeem. He sold you to me for $900. Said you’re nothing but a dopehead and he was done with you. I asked him when he wanted you back and he said I could kill you for all he cared as he didn’t want you back. Said you couldn’t even turn a decent trick you’re so fucked up. Judging from the needle tracks on your arms I would take a guess he is probably right.”

Xandy just looked at him. He was speaking the truth even though she wasn’t quite ready to admit it to herself she couldn’t deny it. She came to the realization at that moment that she wasn’t anything more than a dope whore. Same as her mother. It hurt deeply to know she had become that which she hated. Having left home at the age of 14 she hadn’t seen her mother since. Now at 17 she was in the toilet. No job, no future. Having turned many tricks just to get her next high this man Randy was right. And she didn’t think he was lying about Shakeem either, he had slapped her around pretty hard lately and definitely had been selling her for money. He’d slip her a few lines or a few tabs of acid first and maybe even freebase here a fix but then it was off to fuck some guy that would pay for her.

“So here we are. Your head is aching cause you are in need of a fix. Your boyfriend/dealer Shakeem sold your sorry ass to me for $900 and doesn’t want you back. You’re a fucking drug addicted whore lying there in your own filth. Just wondering where your next fix is going to come from and ready to sell yourself for it or kill someone if need be to get it. You’ve probably got about a good twelve hours to think with a somewhat clear if not hurting head and body before the craving takes over your good sensibility. Then it is off to figuring any way you can to get high again.”

Xandy didn’t say anything. Wasn’t anything she could say, he was right. She knew it. She hated it but she knew it was the truth. What did he want? Surely not just to fuck her. He could have done that while she was out. He probably did. No way of telling though. She had fucked white guys before. No big deal there. She’d even sucked more than her fair share of white cock. This guy was different. He had her tied up and she doubted very much he was going to sell her. His game was something else. But what?

“So now we come to a decision. I can just rape you and get my $900 worth of pleasure from your worthless carcass and then drop you in a dumpster somewhere. I could sell you if I could find a buyer. Might even turn a profit. However not by much, drug addicted whores aren’t worth that much, not even in the middle east. I could cut you up and sell you for body parts, probably make more than the $900 out of you that way.” Randy stopped speaking and looked at her.

Cut me up for parts? Oh God what has my life come to? Xandy thought about it and had heard the horror stories of people waking up to find kidneys missing and such. Was she really worth more as organs than as a person? Was she worth more to this man as a profit than as a fuck toy? Would he give her drugs before he did it? She started to cry.

“Or I could be a gentleman and let you choose.” Randy said.

Xandy continued to cry. What fate would she choose. He could fuck her hard and then strangle her and it would all be over with. She shuddered at the thought of being sold off one piece at a time for organs. And she didn’t even want to think what would happen to her if she were sold as a slave in the middle east. She had heard stories of women slaves before and most were not pleasant. If she were in a harem it wouldn’t be too bad but being an addict she doubted that any rich sheik would want her when he could have a far more beautiful and not addicted woman for his pleasure. But this man, Randy, were asking her to choose her own fate. She cried some more.

“Think about it. I’ll be back.” Randy said, closed the door and left.

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Randy opened the door and Xandy who had been laying there awake with her head pounding watched him come into the room and sit on her bed.

“So have you thought about what you want me to do with you?”

“Are those my only choices?” she said.

“No. Do you have something else in mind?”

“Well I guess you could let me go?” she asked hopefully.

“Could…”

“I’d make sure you got your $900 worth out of my sorry ass first though.” She said hopefully. Hey, what was a few hours of hard fucking.

“So I guess you won’t be asking me to sell you as a sex slave in the middle east?”

“No sir.” She said aware of the gravity of her current situation.

“And you would prefer I not sell you off as parts?”

“No sir.”

“And I guess you’d prefer I not off your sorry ass and drop you in a dumpster?”

“No sir. I want to live.” Xandy said.

“Excellent. That is a good start wanting to live. The way you’ve been headed one would wonder if you really cared about living or not. The way you’ve been abusing your own body I would guess not. No matter. I’ll give you a choice. I can keep you here for two days and nights and I will fuck you in every way imaginable and whip you with a whip until you bleed and then I’ll dump you alive, and tied up, in a dumpster in a town far away from here. Or if you would prefer to remain here by your own choosing I will get you off the drugs and you will be my sexual plaything. You would not be allowed any freedom but you would be off of the drugs and have a comfortable life with me. Any attempt at escape however and I would drop you in a dumpster – dead.”

Some choice she thought. However she realistically had only herself to blame. She had after all taken the drugs and become and addict. She willingly had sex with people just to get a fix for her next high. So now Randy was offering to either fuck her and let her go or to let her suffer the pain she knew was coming. The pain of withdrawal was a hell unto itself. However he did say he would take care of her. Maybe if she agreed to this she could find a way to get a fix later. It would be a painful journey though. And she had no delusions that he would be having sex with her. A lot of sex. She desperately wanted to just tell him to fuck her and let her go. However down inside she also wanted to be cared for. Maybe he would actually love her like a woman wanted to be loved by a man. Certainly Shakeem had never done that for her. Sure he would fuck her lights out but it was just sex for him. He didn’t actually care for her. She was just a toy to him. A quick release before he doped her up and she was sold for the money. However she had never wanted a white man. She thought they were all too effeminate for her. She wanted a real man. Randy was certainly rough enough looking though.

“So if I stay here you’ll give me a fix?” she asked hopefully.

“No way. You stay with me and it is no drugs forever for you. You fuck up and try to get loose and I’m not coming after you. You stay you stay because you want to and because you know it is what is best for you. You stay and you will know true pain. Withdrawal isn’t fun. But once you are clean you’ll stay clean. No drugs for you. And no freedom either. You’ll be shackled. No clothes either. Naked. However I’ll give you an easy way out. You say the word and I’ll just get some pleasure from you and then dump you somewhere and you’ll be done with me. Your choice.”

Odd that he was actually giving her a choice. Shakeem had never offered her that. She lay there for a few more seconds thinking about it. If she went back out on the streets without even the protection of Shakeem she knew full well that she’d do whatever the first guy that came along asked of her just to get a high. She would probably end up in a dumpster within a year anyway by someone, somewhere. But still, going through a full withdrawal. And probably cold turkey from the looks of Randy. He wasn’t going to be gentle with her. However he seemed to have some decency about him if he was going to see that she was cleaned up. And he had actually taken the time to change her diaper and wipe her face. Why he would care about her she wondered. He didn’t seem to be that bad looking of a guy, surely he could get some pussy easy enough. He had paid $900 for her she knew full well that for $900 many a sister in the ‘hood would romp in bed with him for an entire weeke nd, no holes barred. She’d do it herself. With $900 she could get high for a week if she got some rocks.

“Difficult decision?” Randy asked.

“You got that right sucka.”

“One more thing; no more trash talk out of you. If you decide to stay I can promise you that you will clean up your act. A potty mouth will be dealt with appropriately.”

“How?” Xandy asked and wondered, thinking about some of the things he could do to her.

“Probably a good washing out with soap, and hot soap enema and a good whipping with a cane.” Randy answered.

Damned. He wasn’t going to cut her any slack. Still though, the fact that he would care enough to make her behave was more than anyone else had ever done. Even her own mother had never bothered to whip her properly. Knock her upside the head with an ashtray for sure but not the kind of caring discipline that a good whipping on the ass connoted. She had heard of having your mouth washed out with soap but thought it was just a relic from the past, an idle threat made by parents. But with Randy it was different, she held no doubt that he wouldn’t do it if he said he would. He seemed a big and powerful man. A good six foot tall and better than 200 pounds, he could whip Shakeem’s ass easily. Not even a challenge for Xandy’s barely 90 pound weight at five foot three.

“What if I decide to stay with you and then change my mind later?”

“Then your ass is on the street and I never look back. And you won’t be able to find me. No second chances. It is now or never. You tell me you want to stay and you stay. You’ll sign a paper prepared by a lawyer. Then I can do with your filthy drug infested ass as I please. You’ll be chained up until I decided to let you go. If you ask for me to release you that is it, no turning back and you are freed. No handouts either.”

“If I stay you’ll feed me?”

“Yes I will. Clothes when necessary. You’ll get off the drugs and stay clean. You’ll do exactly as I say.”

“For how long?”

“Until one of us tires of the other. If you want to be free you tell me and you’re gone.” Randy said.

“And what if you get tired of me?”

“I’ll let you go and give you $100 and the clothes on your back. I’ll warn you though that misbehavior will just result in you being punished.”

Xandy thought about it. Maybe it was the chance to turn her life around. Yes she would be little more than his private whore but what was the difference between that and what she had probably done yesterday .. if it was yesterday that she had been used by two men. “Ok I’ll try it. Can I have something for my headache?”

“Nope. Cold turkey. You’re messed up. Your body needs to get used to not having drugs in it. Are you thirsty?”

“Yes.”

Randy then brought a sport cup over to her bedside and held it while she drank. It was just plain water. “Here, take this too.” He said and put a pill in her mouth. At this point Xandy didn’t care what it was. She swallowed it and drank more water. “And this one too.” Again she swallowed. “Now just lay there and try to be calm. You want me to play some music?”

“Sure.” Xandy resigned herself to what she was sure was about to be a horrible experience. Coming down from a high wasn’t any fun but knowing there would be nothing else later was even worse.

Randy stepped out and went to the other room. Xandy fell asleep. When she woke up again it was dark outside. “Randy?”

He walked into the room. Pulling back the coverers he undid her diaper. “Still hurting?”

“God yes. My head is pounding. Can’t you let me go?”

“No my dear. There is no freedom for you. I have to keep you tied up so you won’t hurt yourself. I’d imagine that the craving right now is getting pretty bad. It is going to be a rough night for you. I’m sorry my dear but it must be this way.” He said and she raised her hips up for him to remove the diaper. He replaced it with a fresh one and put some powder on her before reclosing it.

“I feel like a baby.”

“You are my baby. I’m going to take care of you if you’ll let me.” Randy said and kissed her forehead. He turned off the light and left the room.

Xandy lay there her head pounding and her body aching. Some ache she realized was from being tied in this one position for so long but most she knew was from the withdrawal pain that was getting more and more intense. After about an hour she began to scream. Randy didn’t come. Unbeknownst to Xandy he was in the other room with headphones on so he couldn’t hear her screams – on purpose.

Xandy finally stopped screaming and cried herself to sleep.

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In the morning Randy came in and changed her diaper. She was broke out in a sweat. During the night she had decided that she was going to give him the silent treatment. Randy, of course, was aware that she would try to be obstinate. After changing her diaper he held the water bottle up for her to drink. She drank all of it. After refilling the bottle he returned with a breakfast sandwich. Holding it to her mouth she took a tentative bite of it. It was good she decided and he hand fed her.

“I know you don’t want to talk to me right now but today we’re going to have to change your sheets and I’d bet your pretty constipated right now. You haven’t pooped in over 48 hours now.” Randy said and then left the room.

Uh oh. What did that mean? Xandy thought about it.

Randy returned to her room and proceeded to attach a bar between her legs. The shackles she had on were rubber with steel bands on the outside. Soft, comfortable but would not break. He then attached a collar about her neck and then undid one hand. Xandy tried to swing at him but Randy was holding her arm and he was just too powerful for her. He attached her wrist to the neck collar. Then the other arm. Randy then carried her outside onto the deck and laid her on it. “Sorry dear, you’re probably not going to like me washing you this way but I don’t want to pull a muscle wrestling with you in the bathtub.”

Xandy looked around and it looked like the house was in a forest. She let out a yelp as the cold water from the hose hit her body. Randy had removed her diaper and he was hosing her down everywhere. He took a small soft brush and soaped her and then rinsed her off. Xandy began to whine. Dumping some shampoo into her hair he squatted down and shampooed her hair. He then used the water hose and washed it out. The deck was large, probably thirty feet by thirty feet. The sun was shining and it was warm outside. Xandy was thankful it wasn’t the middle of winter. After finishing her front Rand turned her over and washed her back, hosing her off with the water hose. Randy then raised her head and put a small vinyl pillow under it. She lay there with her arms shackled to her neck collar and her legs held apart by the bar and waited.

“Ok dear. You’re probably not going to like this but you might as well get used to it. I’m going to give you several enemas. We can do it the easy way or the hard way. The easy way is with you as you are now lying on a comfortable deck with your head on the pillow. After I fill you up with the enema you will hold it until I carry you out into the yard to release it. I don’t want your shit all over my deck to have to clean off so it will require some cooperation from you. The hard way is I dump your sorry ass out in the yard with the ants and bugs and enema you there where I don’t care if you make a mess. Which is it?” Randy asked.

“The easy way … sir.” She added aware that he might suddenly get rough with her. She didn’t want an enema. No way. She had one once in a hospital after she had od’ one time. But he was determined to clean her ass and truthfully he was right, she felt terrible.

“Ok, the enema is going to hurt cause you are so full. However as we get you cleaned out you’ll feel a lot better than you do now. The feces inside are still holding some of the drugs and get reabsorbed by your body and make the process longer. And the enema itself will provide you with a lot of stimulation to take your mind off of the pain of withdrawals. I don’t mind if you whine but you will hold it in. Do we understand one another?”

“Yes sir.” Xandy said, aware that she didn’t have much say anyway. The thought of lying on the ground with ants biting her just did not appeal to her right now.

Randy then hung a standard two quart bag on the umbrella over the picnic table. It had a really long hose on it from what Xandy could see. Xandy felt Randy parting her ass cheeks. Not wanting to get into trouble immediately she decided to let him put it in her even though she didn’t really want it. He greased her asshole up and then she felt a cold plastic nozzle sliding in. A small click. Soon her butt began to feel warm. “Oh it is hot! Oh. Oh. Oh. Please stop.”

“Not until it is all in. Now be a good girl and hold it in. Just relax and the first cramp will pass. Your colon is slow cause of all the drugs you have taken. It is going to take a while to get it moving again. Just relax and the urge to poop will pass.”

Xandy felt the cramp and tried to relax but couldn’t her sphincter opened and she felt water trickling down her leg. She contracted her butt around the nozzle and the flow stopped.

“Now Xandy you said you were going to be a good girl for me and hold it in.”

“I’m sorry, please give me another chance.” Xandy pleaded as she felt her belly growing from the water flowing into her.

Randy watched as the bag contracted and the warm soapy water flowed into his girl. She was visibly distressed and he could see her flexing her skinny arms trying to move. She was so underweight he was going to have to take care in making sure she got good nutrition. “Xandy, I’ll bet you haven’t had a good meal in a couple of years have you?”

“No sir.” She answered. She felt so full. “Please, I’m so full!”

“Just a little more. Just keep your butt tight now.” Randy said and watched as the last of the two quart bag emptied into her constipated colon. Randy only knew about her for the last 48 hours, he had no idea when she had had a BM prior to that. “There now, good girl. Just keep your butt together while I pull the nozzle out.”

“Oh, please hurry!”

“Just keep your butt together.” Randy said and rolled her over.

Xandy felt all the massive volume of soapy water shift inside as he did so. It felt so uncomfortable. She had to poo bad!

Randy carried her out into the yard, well away from the deck. Xandy watched as he carried her and realized she didn’t see another house anywhere. They were very far out into the woods. “Please Randy, I’ve got to let it out.”

Randy laid her down on the grass. “Ok, let go of it.”

Xandy was thankful she had made it. She didn’t really want to piss him off just yet. He was, after all, actually seeming to have her best interests in mind. She relaxed her sphincter and the torrent of soap and hard turds let forth into the grass. She could feel it getting the grass wet and some moisture going up her back. She kept her knees bent to try and mitigate the crap water on her thighs. Randy reached down and rubbed her belly. She looked down and could see bulges here and there as he did it. It actually hurt from time to time. She continued to spurt and sputter as the soapy water, hard turds and lots of gas she had came out. Finally after a while he stopped. Xandy lay there and could feel another glob coming.

“All done?” Randy asked.

“Not yet.” Xandy said and tensed up her stomach muscles and squirted out the last bit. “Ok.”

“Ok, I’m going to drag you off a little way and rinse you.” Randy said and picked her up by her arms and dragged her about ten feet in the yard with her heels dragging. Randy then walked off. He returned a minute later with the water hose. “Raise your legs up for me.”

Xandy complied. She felt so exposed but there wasn’t much she could do about it. Why did she feel so embarrassed for Randy to see her naked? She had willingly gotten naked many times for more men than she could remember. Randy squirted her ass and pussy with the water. It stung a little on her now tender asshole when he hit it dead on. He set the hose down and picked her up, cradling her in his arms. She looked up at his face. He looked like he was old, probably over 40.

Randy set her down on the deck again and then rolled her over and put her head on the pillow. Xandy thought about it for a second, “Are you going to give me another?”

“Yes.”

“Please, I don’t want another.”

“Too bad, you need to get cleaned out. How are your withdrawal pains?”

Xandy thought about it and sure enough she had almost forgotten about it during the enema. Damned him! “It isn’t as bad. You were right.”

“See there. Do you want to rest for a while first?”

“Yes.”

“Ok.” Randy said and rolled her back over onto her back. “Just enjoy the sun. You could use the vitamin D anyway.”

“But black girls just get blacker in the sun.”

“So?”

“Fuck you!” Xandy said, she liked being as light skinned as she was.

“Ok, I won’t leave you too long. Besides it is going to start raining tonight, a front is coming through and we won’t have any sun for several days. Enjoy it. Thirsty?”

“Yes.”

Randy then put the water hose on low and gave her a drink out of the hose. “Relax, I won’t leave you too long. I kinda like light skinned girls too.” Randy then went into the house.

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Xandy had been laying there watching the birds fly around. A fly had come up and landed on her twat and she wiggled to get it to move. It was pretty persistent though and kept landing on her pussy. She was getting wet when it walked across her clit. Randy soon returned and rolled her over. He had hung up a full bag she could see.

“Just relax, no soap this time. Just going to rinse you out. This one will be easier to hold.” Randy said and greased and inserted the douche nozzle into Xandy’s quivering asshole.

The water was warm but not uncomfortably so. She felt it going in and wondered how bad it was going to cramp. She felt one cramp right at the start but after that no more. Just a slowly building pressure.

“Ok, all in. How does it feel?” Randy asked.

“Well… I guess it isn’t too bad. All of it?” Xandy turned her head to look up at the now flat bag.

“Yes dear, the whole two quarts. Goes in a lot easier when you’re not full of shit. How’s your withdrawal pain?”

“Duh.. well it isn’t too bad.” Xandy said and realized that the pain of the withdrawal seemed to go away when her butt was full of water.

“Good.” Randy said and rolled her over and picked her up after removing the nozzle. He carried her to a different spot in the yard that was dry and set her down in a seated position. He looked into her eyes. “See if you cooperate I will take good care of you.”

Xandy looked into his eyes. They were green. They were actually quite nice looking. She sat there with her arms attached to her neck and her belly full of two quarts of enema water but other than that she felt the best she had felt in a week. “I’m hungry.”

“I’ll bet you are. Ok, let that out then I’ll clean you up and we can go inside and eat.” Randy said.

He stayed and watched as she relaxed and let the water out. Xandy didn’t exactly like having an audience while she was pooping but she realized she didn’t have much choice. “Do you have to watch me?”

“Sure, have to make sure you really let it out. I need to see how you are doing with your withdrawal pains. Besides it gives me a boner to give a chick an enema.”

Oh shit! He enjoyed this. Xandy realized she was going to be getting a lot of enemas in the future.

After Xandy finished Randy washed her off with the hose and then set her on the deck to dry. He rolled her over after fifteen minutes onto her belly and let her back dry. Then he came back with a diaper. “Ok, diaper time little girl.”

“Please no. I don’t want a diaper, I feel like a baby in those things.”

“Well ok, but you will sit on a towel. And if you make a mess and I have to clean it up you’ll be sorry about it. If you need to go potty you will let me know.”

“I promise, please no diapers.”

Randy looked at her for a moment and went back in the house. Good, she thought, he might actually let her get some freedom if she played it right. He returned several minutes later and undid the spreader bar on her ankle shackles. He then stood her up and she was a bit wobbly not having been able to be on her feet in nearly three days. He walked her into the house and made her sit on a towel on a chair at the dining room table. Xandy looked around and could see it was a nice house inside. Big too.

“Thank you for letting me walk.”

“You’re welcome. Don’t go getting any wild ideas though. This house is four miles from any main roads.”

“I said I will stay and I will. You don’t have to keep me bound up all the time.” Xandy pleaded.

“Well for now I am. No promises on later though.” Randy said and set a plate with a sandwich and a side of beans on it down in front of her.

“I can feed myself if you’ll let my hands go.” Xandy said.

Randy looked at her for a moment. Should he trust her? He decided to try it. He went to the other room. When he returned he was dragging a plastic coated cable. Xandy looked in amazement as he brought it up to her collar and locked it onto her with a padlock. “Ok, I’m going to trust you for now. Do I have to go over with you what behaviors will result in a loss of freedom?”

“No sir. I’ll behave.” Xandy said and resigned herself to being chained like a dog for the foreseeable future.

Randy then unclipped her arm shackles and Xandy looked at them. They were locked on! She then looked at her ankles. They were locked too! There would be no escape for now until she could figure something out. Like where he kept the key for starters.

Randy brought out another sandwich and sat opposite of her. “Xandy I know you don’t want me to keep you locked up but I promise you it is for your own good. I want you to be drug free and I will take good care of you.”

“Yeah as your personal fuck toy.” She said in contempt.

“Xandy, don’t start getting an attitude this early. You agreed to be here, remember?”

What he said was true, he had given her a choice. But damned did she feel miserable. The withdrawal pains had returned just shortly after she finished her enema. “Are you going to give me a spanking?”

“Do you want one?”

“No!”

“The withdrawal pain also reduces somewhat while you are being punished, like being spanked. I think after we eat you need a demonstration.”

“I told you I don’t want no fucking spanking!” She yelled at him.

“That’s 10.”

“Fuck you!”

“20.”

“Bastard.”

“30”

“You fucking bastard, are you going to beat my ass for everything?”

“40”

“Fuck you.”

“50”

Xandy stopped. She ate her sandwich. Damned him. He was going to beat her. And she had little doubt as her eyes followed the cable that was locked to her neck that it was going to hurt. As much as she didn’t want the spanking she knew she had brought part of it on herself. This Randy wasn’t going to tolerate much shit. This was worse than juvi hall.

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After eating Randy told Xandy to clean the dishes. He sat at the table and watched. She didn’t try to grab a knife, one of his major worries. He still thought about what she might do at night. As long as he was awake he knew he could take her but he would just as soon not have to deal with her if she tried to stab him. And it would make life much easier if he could trust her in the kitchen with the various cutting devices there.

When Xandy finished she dried her hands and came over and stood in front of him, still naked. Randy looked into her eyes and stood up. She fully understood that it was time for her whipping. He put his arms around her and gave her a hug. “Xandy you know I don’t want to punish you don’t you?”

“Yes sir. But you have to.”

“And by the way, I took a blood sample from you when I got you and had you tested. Other than too many drugs and too few vitamins you’re ok, you’re not carrying any nasty STDs.”

Xandy sort of paused following him to the bedroom at that. He cared enough about her to get her checked. Or was it just that he wasn’t going to fuck her if she had the clap? He could have not said anything. He did tell her. To put her mind at ease she guessed. Randy opened the door to a room Xandy had not been in yet. She inhaled sharply when she saw it. It looked like a dungeon. “Ok my dear over here.”

Xandy walked over to where he was standing. It appeared to be a padded saw horse. He picked her up and sat her on it straddling it. Good thing it was padded she thought or it would be hurting her crotch about now. He then leaned down and snapped her ankle shackles to the eyes on one end. Xandy looked and guessed she was supposed to lay down on it. With her ankles attached there was no way she was going to fall off. She lay down and put her arms out. “Good girl.” Randy said as he attached her wrists. He then got a rubber ball and held it up to her. “Open now sweetheart. Don’t want you to break your teeth.”

Xandy opened her mouth and let him lodge the rubber ball between her teeth. She started to cry, knowing this was going to be a bad whipping if he was going to give her something to bite on. She had seen movies where the person being whipped was given a stick to bite on.

Zing-crack!

Xandy let out a screech and the ball fell out of her mouth. She howled under she ran out of breath then inhaled and screamed some more. “That HURTS!!!!!”

Randy waited for her to settle down. “You know it will go quicker if I don’t have to wait for you to settle down. That is just one. You have 49 to go. Do you want the same ball or would you prefer I strapped it in so it won’t fall out?”

“I’d prefer to not get any more whipping.” She looked over at Randy who had a stern look on his face. He didn’t look like he would stop just cause she asked him to. Might as well get it over with quick like he said. So far he was right about everything and hadn’t lied to her yet. She resigned herself to the whipping. “Strap it in please.”

“Ok my dear. I don’t mind if you want the other one but I suspect that you’ll drop it every time and it will just be that much longer until we finish. You’re such a good girl for taking your punishment.” Randy then put a different ball gag in and strapped it around her head. He checked to make sure she could breathe. This ball though had holes in it. Xandy wondered why.

Zing-crack!

Xandy let out a screech and before she could finish her howl with the gag in place she felt another whack hit her. Randy proceeded to give her 50 strokes with the cane on her bare ass while strapped down on the spanking horse without stopping. He spaced the strokes out to about ten seconds each. Finally at 50 Xandy was non stop crying and had thrown up through the ball. She could feel the gastric acid burning her nose as some of it had gone up that way. Randy stopped whipping her and got some salve and was rubbing it on her behind.

“I hope you’ve learned a lesson about sassing me.” Randy said and removed the gag from her mouth. Xandy was still crying and hardly heard him but managed to nod her head. Randy then unfastened her from the spanking horse and helped her to stand. Her hands went instantly to her butt to rub it and she could feel the welts. “Ok, spread your legs. I know you don’t like the diaper but with that salve on your butt I don’t want you getting on the furniture. Go rinse off your face in the sink.”

Xandy put her hands on his shoulders to steady herself as she spread her legs as wide as possible while Randy pulled the diaper up between her legs and fastened the tape. “There, you look just like my baby girl.” Xandy renewed her tears at hearing this. She didn’t want to be a baby.

Randy led her into the living room. “How is your withdrawal pain?”

“It’s not bothering me right now.” Xandy said, still sniffling.

“Told you it goes away when you’re being punished. The pain in your body overrides the withdrawal pain. The effect will last for an hour or so at first. Eventually you’ll be able to get by with less stimulation.”

“You’re going to spank me like that all the time?” Xandy asked, suddenly aware of daily whippings like she had just received.

“Only when you’re a bad girl. Being sassy and cussing me out is a sure way to get it. I’ll give you a much softer spanking if you just want one cause of the withdrawal pain. All you have to do is ask me for it.”

“No way would I ever ask to be spanked like that.”

“You will.” Randy said and sat on the sofa. He pulled her down onto the sofa. She sprang back up when her weight hit the seat and her sore bottom. “Lie down, face down.” Randy then helped her lay across his lap. She was afraid he was going to spank her again and was quite jumpy. “Relax my dear, I’m just going to rub you a bit.”

Randy turned on the TV and found something to watch. Xandy turned her head to watch too and then started to relax as he rubbed her back slowly. It did feel good. Damned him for whipping her like that. That hurt worse than the time her pimp broke her jaw. Eventually she relaxed and let him rub her. They watched TV for a half an hour when she had to pee. “Randy?”

“Yes dear?”

“I need to pee. Do you want me to pee in my diaper?”

“Not if you don’t have to. Come on.” He said and helped her up to the bathroom. The hall bathroom was very spacious. Randy removed her diaper. “Of course your butt is going to hurt sitting – the price you pay for sassiness.”

Xandy inhaled sharply as she sat on the cold plastic toilet seat. It did hurt but she had to pee. She looked at him and decided to not even bother asking. He was going to watch her do everything. When she finished peeing she started to reach for the toilet paper. Randy put his hand on the roll. He helped her up and over onto the bidet.

“Here, turn the faucets like this. That way you can keep clean. Better than wiping. Works on both the front and the back.”

“Thank you. I’ve never used one of these before.” Xandy said and enjoyed the feeling of the water spraying her seventeen year old pussy. Randy took her hand and showed her how to spread the folds of her labia.

“See, it gets all the pepe out good and doesn’t irritate. Much nicer than wiping and your pussy won’t smell like pee.”

“Are you going to eat me?” Xandy looked at him. Suddenly the thought sounded pretty good.

“Do you want me to?”

“Yes, please.” Xandy said, aware that asking nicely would probably get him to do it.

“Ok, into the bedroom. Here use the small towel to pat yourself dry. Looks like the salve has worked into you anyway. We can dispense with the diaper for now.” Randy said and led her into another bedroom that had a king sized bed in it. Xandy got up on the bed and lay down, careful to not drag her butt on the bedspread, she was very sore. She lay there and spread her legs for him. Randy undressed and for the first time she saw that his cock was a good six inches, at least. Thick too. She lay there and waited. He kissed her belly and worked his way down to her pussy.

“ooohhhh! That feels good!!” Xandy moaned.

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After giving her an orgasm Randy just snuggled up with his new girl. She was terribly skinny but he liked that in a girl. He could wrap his arms completely around her. He nuzzled up against her neck and nibbled at her ear. He eventually woke up from his daydream aware that she was getting fidgety. “What’s wrong honey?”

“I’m hurting.”

“Withdrawal pain?”

“Yes. Please give me something.”

“A spanking?”

“No!”

“But your pain went away when I gave you a whipping.”

“I know but that hurt like hell.”

“Another enema?”

“No.”

“What then?”

“Well it sort of went away while you were eating me.”

“Humm. Well we could fuck.” Randy said rubbing himself. He was starting to get hard thinking about how tender and tight she was going to be.

“Ok.”

Randy got ready and by the time he was in position his erection was complete. He eased into her still wet pussy and went all the way in with one stroke. “Damn that feels good!”

“Oh yeah.” Xandy said. She relaxed and enjoyed the fucking. He was pretty good. She could get used to this. He wasn’t quick either. She watched the clock as he pumped away at her. Wow, he went 14 minutes.

After Randy caught his breath he rolled over to face her. “Honey that was good. I really enjoyed that. So what were you doing for birth control?”

“I’ve been clipped. A pimp had me fixed. Said it was cheaper to pay the doc to do it than it was to have to pay for the abortion later and I could keep working the whole time.”

“Did you?”

“Yeah, hurt like hell for a few days too. Why did you take so long finding out? I mean we just fucked and all and you didn’t use a rubber.”

“I’ve been clipped too. So no getting knocked up for you my love. How is your pain?”

“Almost gone right now. Thank you for fucking me. That did help. I still have a headache though.”