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Subject: {ASSM} Terri's Bitch by Laura Lynn Davis, F/f, violence
Date: Fri,  4 Jan 2002 07:10:02 -0500
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Terri's Bitch by Laura Lynn Davis
Copyright 2002

	By the time I turned sixteen I'd been in rehab twice and neither trip had 
worked.  On the 22nd of May, 2001, I was arrested for possession of cocaine 
with intent to sell.  My father let me sit in jail for 48 hours before 
bailing me out.  I was in court a week later, listening in disbelief as my 
father worked out a deal with the judge.  I'd go to a new rehab facility in 
Arizona, in the desert south of Tucson.  My father guaranteed the judge that 
I'd spend a year there and would come back clean.

	I threw a fit but it didn't help a bit.  After I was subdued my father 
shook his head as he stared at me.  "Louisa, this is your last chance.  If 
this doesn't work I'm through with you."  That afternoon I was put on a 
plane for Phoenix.  In handcuffs, guarded by two strong women who'd been 
hired to make sure I got there.

	We took a commuter flight from Phoenix to Tucson where I was turned over to 
another woman for the drive to the facility.  She was a tall, dark-haired 
woman in her early thirties.  She refused to remove the handcuffs so I knew 
she'd been warned about me.

	We were an hour out of Tucson when she pulled the van over and stopped.  
We'd been on a narrow dirt road for nearly thirty minutes and as far as I 
could tell we were in the middle of nowhere.  The van wasn't air conditioned 
and I was hot, sweaty, and totally pissed.

	The woman, whose name was Terri, got out and walked around to the passenger 
side.  She opened the door and pulled me out.  I stopped cursing when I saw 
she was going to unlock the handcuffs.  As soon as they were off I took a 
swing at her.  She smiled, "Nice Try."  Then she beat the crap out of me.

	I was dazed and bleeding when she cut my clothes off and tied my wrists 
behind my back with a red bandana she pulled out of her pocket.  She dragged 
me around to the front of the van and pointed down the road.  "The ranch is 
two miles ahead.  Start running.  If you not there in thirty minutes I'll 
assume you're dead.  If I find you alive you'll be strung up and whipped."  
She slapped me on the ass and yelled, "Run, bitch!"

	She got into the van and drove off.  I stood there for a moment, looking 
around.  Then I began to run.  I was naked and helpless and all I could 
think about was reaching the ranch.  I made it in twenty-five minutes.  
Terri whipped me anyway.  I screamed that it wasn't fair as I was being tied 
to a wooden framework and she smiled.  "Life's a bitch, isn't it?"  And then 
she whipped me with a leather strap, ignoring my screams and my pleas for 
mercy.  She gave me thirty hard strokes with a leather strap that left my 
back and butt criss-crossed with welts.

	When she released me I sank to my knees, sobbing.  She grabbed my arm and 
dragged me to my feet.  "You'll sleep in the barn with the other animals.  
You'll have to earn your way back to being human.  For now you're just 
another bitch."

	She locked a leather collar around my neck and attached a short chain which 
she also locked in place.  The chair was attached to a ring bolt set in a 
support post.  It was too short and too close to the ground to allow me to 
stand erect.  She cuffed my hands behind my back and then she put two bowls 
down - one full of water and the other full of dog food.

	I called her a fucking whore and she punched me in the face, breaking my 
nose.  I bled like a stuck pig for several minutes.  But Terri didn't care.  
She turned around and left after punching me.  Her last comment was, "You'd 
better learn some manners, bitch."

	I sat down and cried for several minutes.  Then I eased myself onto my 
knees and bent to drink from the bowl, lapping like a dog.  It was another 
couple of hours before hunger forced me to eat some of the dog food.

	I slept in the dirt and since there wasn't any other way I peed in the dirt 
on the other side of the post from where I was sleeping.  In the morning, 
Terri came and snapped a leash onto my collar.  She took me for a walk out 
behind the bar and watched as I squatted and defecated in the dirt.  It was 
the low point of my life, or so I thought at the time, and I sobbed in 
humiliation.  On the way back to the barn I cursed her and was whipped 
brutally.  Fifty strokes across my back, buttocks, and thighs.

	For a month I lived like a dog.  Before long I was filthy and stank worse 
than a pig.  I pissed and defecated in the dirt, ate dog food, and was 
whipped almost every day.  I was forbidden to talk and was not allowed to 
walk erect.  I was a bitch.  After two weeks I'd had enough and one morning 
I made the mistake of speaking.  "I want to talk to my father.  He'll freak 
when he founds out what you've been doing to me!"

	Terri rubbed my face in the shit I'd just deposited on the ground and then 
ran me back to the barn where I collapsed, sobbing from the pain in my 
knees.  She left and returned a few minutes later with a small tape 
recorder.  I listened to my father's voice in disbelief.  "I don't care how 
you do it but I want to you cure her or kill her."  After a moments silence 
he continued.  "At this point I don't really care which!"  Again, I thought 
it was the low point of my life and, again, I was wrong.

	Another week passed.  My period started and I had nothing to stem the flow. 
  Terri laughed when I asked for tampons.  "Bleed, bitch."  The following 
morning she brought a dog with her, a big male mongrel.  She made me get on 
my hands and knees and she urged the dog to mount me but he whined when he 
got close and turned away.  My smell disgusted him!  I collapsed in the 
dirt, sobbing.  I was too disgusting for a dog to fuck.  That *was* the low 
point of my life!

	A week later I asked Terri to kill me.  She tied my hands behind my back 
and I watched her fashion a noose.  She threw the rope over a rafter and 
secured it.  Then she positioned a box under the noose and told me to go 
ahead and get up on the box.  I did and she secured the noose around my 
neck.  Then she turned and walked out of the barn.  I tried to step off the 
box but I couldn't.  I was too much of a coward.

	She came back twenty minutes later and appeared surprised to see me 
standing there.  She had a rifle in her left hand.  "Do you want me to shoot 
you?"

	I shook my head.  "No, please.  I don't want to die."

	She climbed up behind me and loosened the noose.  After slipping it off 
over my head she pushed me off the box and I sprawled in the dirt, sobbing 
in relief.  She got down and stood in front of me.  I stared at her boots 
for a moment and then I licked them.  It was instinct.

	Ten minutes later I was standing in the yard, washing myself with brown 
soap while Terri hosed me down.  I didn't go all the way back to *human* 
status in one day.  It took another couple of weeks.  Terri hacked my long 
blonde hair off very short and I was allowed to bathe under the hose every 
morning.  After a week I was allowed to use the toilet in the barn.  After 
two weeks I was allowed to eat off a plate with a knife and fork and Terri 
started an exercise program.

	It was the 1st of August when I realized that I hadn't thought about drugs 
in a long time!  I was starting to get stronger and Terri worked me harder 
every day.  I was allowed to wear clothes while I worked out and while I 
worked around the ranch.  I starting taking my meals in the kitchen with 
Terri and I was allowed to sleep on a cot she brought out to the barn.  I 
still had to remove my clothes at the end of the day and I was still locked 
in a collar at night but I was on the way back.

	By the end of September my weight was up to 135 pounds.  Terri's goal was 
140.  I still looked slender because I'm 5' 11" and most of the weight I was 
gaining was muscle.  My breasts, which had become almost non-existent, 
filled out as I gained weight.

	The 10th of September was a day I'll never forget.  Terri and I spent the 
day repairing the fence that surrounded her property.  We got back to the 
house at 5:30 that afternoon.  As soon as I got out of the truck I removed 
my clothes and Terri tied me to the frame because I'd sassed her earlier and 
I was going to be whipped.  She gave me ten hard strokes but I scarcely 
noticed them.  Afterward, she stroked my buttocks for a moment before 
slipping her hand between my legs.   I was tied so tight that I could barely 
move a muscle.  She masturbated me to orgasm while I moaned and whimpered.  
It was incredible!

	The next morning she came out to the barn and while she was unlocking my 
collar she told me it was time for me to go home.  I dropped to my belly and 
licked her boots while I begged her not to send me home.  After a while she 
crouched and ruffled my hair.  "Come on into the house, bitch, I've got 
something better for you to lick."

	It's January now and I'm still with Terri.  She never calls me anything but 
bitch 'cause that's what I am, her bitch.  I'm home-schooled and will go for 
my GED eventually.  Terri wants a bitch but not an ignorant one.  My father 
thinks I'm dead and the bastard was relieved to hear the news.  Except when 
we're working around the ranch, Terri keeps me nude and the sex is 
fantastic!

	We're expecting another client in a couple of weeks, an Asian girl from Los 
Angeles.  Her father is going to pay Terri a huge amount of money to get her 
clean.  I can't wait.  I've never licked Asian pussy.

The End







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