


Katy's Surrender
By: phuleslv@hotmail.com (kate)
(blackmail, bond)
(1-13)
Part 1

 The phone was ringing as Katy unlocked the door into her house.  She had 
just returned from a short trip to the mall to pick up a couple of new outfits.  A 
few days earlier she had finished up her second year at college and had returned 
home to spend the summer with her parents. She soon realized her summer 
wardrobe was completely inadequate and immediately jumped into the task of 
rejuvenating it.  Her dad's credit card came in very handy for that.
 These last few days had been very enjoyable, Katy decided. Her parents 
were very well off and were not expecting her to get a summer job. Instead, she 
would be taking a couple of classes at the local college and otherwise having 
the summer off. The classes would be to brush up on her French because in the 
fall she would be flying to Paris to spend her junior year in France. Katy was 
ecstatic when she found out she had been accepted into the exchange program 
and had pleaded and begged her father to agree to pay her expenses for the 
year. He was at first reluctant to spend so much money for her to go to a 
foreign country when, according to him, she could learn French just fine at her 
own college. Eventually he consented, but only after she had promised to work 
very hard and get very good grades, etc, etc. The usual routine, Katy thought, 
and she knew it well. Now she looked forward to a relaxed summer of classes 
and getting ready for her year in Europe. Juggling her packages and the door 
key, she finally opened the door and ran to the phone.
 "Hello?"
 "Hello, Katy," the voice on the phone answered. It was a boy but she did 
not recognize him.  She assumed it was one of her schoolmates also back from 
college for the summer. Katy was well accustomed  to getting phone calls from 
boys.
 "Hi. Who's this?"
 "This is Josh, Katy. Your friend Beth's brother? Remember me?"
 "Oh sure.  Hi Josh. You looking for Beth? She's not here. I haven't seen her 
today at all." Katy didn't especially like Josh. He was four years younger and, 
of course, still in high school. She thought of him as she thought of all high 
school boys now, as a pimply-faced, hormone-soaked annoyance. She could 
still remember the time back in high school when she and her prom date had 
gone to pick up Beth and her date. For the whole time they were in the house 
waiting for Beth to get ready, Josh's unblinking eyes had been riveted to Katy's 
cleavage. Her prom dress was a little daring but not that much, she thought. 
From then on, whenever she thought of Josh, that is what she remembered. She 
wanted this phone call to end quickly.
 "No. I'm not looking for Beth. I wanted to talk to you."
 "Me?? Uh, ok... what's up?"
 "Well, I have something I need to show you. Something you will definitely 
want to see. I want to come over to your house right now to show it to you."
 "Show me what? What are you talking about?" Katy could not imagine 
what Josh might have that would be of interest to her. She was getting annoyed.
 "It's not something I want to discuss over the phone. Trust me though. You 
will be very interested in what I have to show you. Let me come over, give me 
two minutes of your time and if you aren't interested, I'll leave. Okay?" Katy 
decided that Josh had some sort of fund raising project going on and reluctantly 
agreed to let him come over. Beth was her close friend and she didn't want Josh 
to tell his sister that she had been rude to him.
 "Ok. But only two minutes. I've got a lot of errands to run this afternoon."
 "Ok, Katy, I'll be at your door in five minutes. See ya." It was actually less 
than five minutes later when Katy saw Josh come up the driveway on his 
bicycle. In another minute, Josh was sitting on the living room sofa opening up 
his backpack. Out came a small audio cassette player.
 "You're selling tapes now Josh?" asked Katy curiously.
 "Not exactly. You'll see. Why don't you sit down and I'll show you what I 
got." Katy sat in a chair across from the sofa and waited as Josh readied the 
cassette. She noticed that he was not as skinny or pimply as she had 
remembered. He had grown and filled out in the past year. With more bulk and 
less acne he was not quite as geeky looking as he was a year ago when she had 
last seen him. 
 Josh pressed a button on the machine. Katy heard a voice on the tape. It 
was her own voice and then Beth's. She felt the blood rush out of her head and 
was suddenly very faint as she realized what was happening. Somehow Josh 
had made a recording of a conversation between herself and Beth that had 
taken place last December when they were both home on Christmas break. 
Katy remembered the circumstances clearly. It was in Beth's room. She was 
telling Beth, in supreme confidence, about her plans for Spring break. The 
taped conversation explicitly described how she planned to acquiesce to her 
father's wishes and pretend to go to a Christian retreat in Texas during the 
spring break. Instead, however, her plan was to go with a boyfriend and another 
couple to Florida and have a fun-filled week of beer drinking, swimming, T-
shirt contests, and whatever else came with it.
 The tape was damning. It even recorded her snotty, spoiled-brat laughter at 
her father's gullibility. Katy listened in shocked horror as her brain feverishly 
thought to find ways out of this predicament. Clearly, Josh was going to be 
very difficult. She struggled to figure out a way to deny the validity of the 
recording but it seemed hopeless. Josh then hammered nails into her coffin by 
pulling out a sheaf of papers. Examining them she recognized them as printouts 
of e-mail messages she had sent to Beth from college before and after the 
Florida excursion. Many of these contained graphic stories of her experiences. 
Katy was barely able to speak.
 "How.. how did you, uh, get all this stuff?" She was still too unnerved to 
be angry but she could feel that emotion starting to come out.
 "The tape was easy.. just stuck a microphone in Beth's room and fished the 
wire through to my room. The e-mails I got because I figured out Beth's 
password and I can get into telnet to her account at college without her 
knowing it. Cool, huh?"
 "I can't believe this. You're a little worm, a despicable little ogre. Give me 
this and get out of my house."
 "You can have it all. I've got lots of copies of the tape and of the e-mails. I 
brought these for you to keep." Katy was now red with both rage and 
desperation.
 "Why are you doing this you little bastard?"
 "Be nice, Katy. No need to get upset. This is how it is. Unless you agree to 
my demands I will turn all of this stuff over to your father. Now, I know very 
well how your father is going to take this. He won't be happy. I would say that 
the first thing he'll probably do is cancel your year in France. At the least, 
right? Probably he'll do lots more won't he? Like maybe take you out of 
college?"
 Katy's father was one of the most conservative men in their community of 
conservative families. He had been very reluctant to let Katy attend the liberal 
arts college instead of the Christian fundamentalist university he had preferred 
for her. And Katy knew all too well how this tape would affect her. Her life 
would be ruined. She tried to think of a way out this mess but could not. She 
wondered what his demands might be. Maybe they weren't too unreasonable.
 "What do you want? Money?"
 "Nope. Don't need money. It's YOU I want." Shit, she thought. The little 
perv wants sex. She had to bargain her way out of this.
 "What exactly do you mean by that?"
 "Okay. Here are my demands. From this point on you will be my personal 
slave. You will obey my every command completely. If you don't agree or if 
you don't comply perfectly with my demand I send the package to your folks." 
Katy was incredulous.
 "You have GOT to be kidding!!!" What followed was a long stream of 
invectives and curses aimed at Josh, then at pubescent boys in general, and then 
at Josh again.
 "Are you done yet?" asked Josh when Katy paused for breath. Her face 
was scarlet at this point. "You don't seem to be in a very good mood right now 
so I'll leave this stuff with you so you can think about it. But I want you to call 
me up tonight at 7:00 to get your first instructions as my new slave. If you don't 
call me at exactly 7:00, your father will have copies of this stuff tomorrow 
morning." Before Katy could respond, Josh was gone. Katy slumped back into 
the chair and stared at the tape and the papers. What could she do? She thought 
of calling Beth but then decided against it. She could not risk it. She could tell 
that Josh had planned this whole thing well and had probably predicted many 
of her possible reactions. She would be foolish to react too hastily. She did not 
doubt he was capable of following through with his threat.
 Just then she heard the sound of her mother's car coming up the drive. 
Quickly she grabbed the tape and the papers and ran up the stairs to her room. 
As she went she knew that at 7:00 she would be on the phone with Josh. She 
had no choice, at least not yet.

Part 2

 Josh stared at the clock next to his bed. It was 6:50pm. Ten minutes to go. 
He had instructed Katy to call him at exactly 7:00pm. In spite of all his careful 
planning and rehearsal he was still shaking with anticipation. Would she go for 
it? Or would she instead turn him in for secretly taping her and Beth and for 
stealing Beth's e-mails. It was a huge gamble but the stakes were very much 
worth it. If she surrendered to his demands he would have Katy Morgan as his 
personal slave. He still could not believe his great good fortune at having this 
opportunity fall into his lap. Katy was like a legend in the circle of adolescent 
boys in his school. When she was still in high school and he was in junior high, 
she was looked upon as the pinnacle of female beauty. A goddess. A super 
babe.  All of that. And she had become only more attractive now that she was 
in college. No, he could not let an opportunity like this slip away.  He had to 
take the chance.  And she had made it so easy. He had enough stuff on her to 
blackmail her real good. His only real doubt was how far could he make her go. 
Would he have to be satisfied with just seeing her naked? Would she balk if he 
tried to touch her? Or was she so afraid of her father that she would literally do 
anything he commanded her to do? He had to restrain himself from going too 
fast with her until he was sure of her limits. He had gotten this far through 
patience and planning and he didn't want to blow it all now by being impulsive.
 It was 6:55. If she called now he would have to rebuke her for calling too 
early. His stomach was in knots. How had he been able to keep his cool so well 
this afternoon at her house? He was amazed at his own boldness. Hopefully he 
would be able to keep his nerve.
 The phone rang. He jumped to a sitting position and reached for the phone. 
He noticed his fingers were shaking and sweaty. His clock said 6:58. Maybe 
their clocks were a little off. He'd let it go this time but he made a mental note 
of making sure that she synchronized her clock with his.
 "Hello?" he said.
 "Hey." Damn. It was his buddy Tom. What crappy luck. It was almost 
7:00.
 "Hey, Tom. Listen, I can't talk right now. Call you right back, ok?"
 "Yeah, no problem. What's happening?"
 "Nothing. Nothing. Talk to ya later." He hung up. Almost immediately the 
phone rang again. This better not be Tom again, Josh thought, or he'd kill him. 
The voice on the phone was like that of a goddess. Soft and sweet, but timid.
 "Hello," Katy said.
 "Hello, Katy."
 "We need to talk about this," she said. She sounded calm now but Josh 
thought he could sense her uncertainty blended with her anger.
 "Yes, we do."
 "I mean... I can't be your slave. No way. Something else. Money? What do 
you want?"
 "Katy. There is no negotiation. You heard my terms. You understand what 
will happen if you don't agree. That's all final. It's either a yes or a no now. I'm 
getting angry. I gave you plenty of time to think it over and now you want to 
argue with me. Is that your answer then? Ok. I'll deliver the stuff to your father 
tomorrow. Your mom will get copies as well. Goodbye, Katy."
 "NO!! Wait!! Please. Let's talk about this. What exactly would I have to do 
as your slave?" Josh knew enough not to be specific at this point. He had to 
keep his options open without scaring her off. This was a critical moment.
 "Katy, I already told you. You have to do everything I tell you to do 
without hesitation."
 "Yes, I understand that. But what kinds of things? What are we talking 
about here, Josh?  Helping you with your homework? Backrubs? Mowing your 
lawn?"
 "Sure. That sounds pretty good. All of those things maybe. But also 
anything else too." Josh was starting to feel in control now and began to enjoy 
himself. He realized he was winning. This was going to happen!! Josh could 
hear her exasperated sigh.
 "Would there be anything sexual involved?" Katy then asked. Okay, Josh 
thought, there it was out in the open. Better not be vague here after all. Take the 
chance.
 "Yes." Silence. Josh waited for the sound of a click and then a dial tone. 
He expected that but knew he had to risk it. He waited. The seconds seemed 
eternal. Finally she spoke again.
 "What do you want me to do?" Josh let out his breath. YES!!! he thought 
to himself. He did it. Katy was his slave. His heart beat like crazy as he tried to 
compose his thoughts. After all the planning and preparation he had actually 
forgotten to decide on a first command for his new slave.  He had to say 
something immediately or she might sense his uncertainty.
 "Get in your car and come pick me up. I'll be in that little park at the end of 
my street. Be there in ten minutes. No later." Then he hung up the phone 
without waiting to hear her reply. Ten minutes later Josh was sitting in the 
passenger seat of Katy's brand new Toyota as they drove away from his 
neighborhood.
 "Now what? Where are we going?" Katy asked. Josh could sense her 
hostility. He still had to be careful not to blow it, not to push her too far too 
fast.
 "Just drive somewhere no one will see us. Get on the highway." Josh 
watched her as she drove, examining his new slave girl. She was gorgeous, 
more beautiful than he had remembered. She must be twenty years old now, 
Josh thought.
 "How old are you, Katy?"
 "Twenty," she answered curtly.
 "Don't be bitchy with me, slave. I think it's time you learned how to behave 
when you're with me. First of all, show respect always. Understand? No bitchy 
answers.  You answer nice. And always call me master. Got it?
 "Yes, master," she replied, trying hard to suppress her annoyance at this 
indignity.
 "Good. Now, how much do you weigh?"
 "115 pounds, master."
 "Height?"
 "Five feet, seven inches, master."
 "Measurements?"
 Katy hesitated for a moment before replying, "34B 22 36, master."
 "Hmmm. I suppose you'll have to do. A little skinny maybe but curvy." 
Katy seethed. Josh smiled to himself. He was sure that was the first time she 
had been told her body would "have to do." Not only did she have a perfect, 
sexy figure but her face was truly gorgeous. She was currently wearing her 
shoulder-length, reddish- brown hair loose and curly. Her eyes were remarkable 
too.  They weren't exactly light-blue. They were almost gray. Very captivating 
eyes.
 "Katy, I'm going to ask you a few questions. You have to answer them 
honestly." She did not respond, but kept her eyes on the road as he spoke to her. 
"UNDERSTAND?" She jumped, surprised.
 "Oh. Yes, master. I understand. Sorry."
 "Very good. Katy, are you my slave?" She looked over at him and he could 
see the look of disgust on her face before she replied.
 "Yes, master."
 "Excellent. Say it."
 "I am your slave, master."
 "And you will obey my every command?  Say it."
 "I will obey your every command, master."
 "Are you my property?"
 "I am your property, master."
 "Okay. You're doing well, slave. Now turn right up here so we can go to 
the mall. You have some shopping to do."

Part 3

 Josh and Katy went into the mall. For a short ways they walked side by 
side without talking but then Josh turned to her and told her to walk a few steps 
behind him.
 "You are not my equal. You are only a slave girl. Walk behind me," he told 
her. Katy happily complied. This way it didn't look so much like they were 
together. She followed his lead into a large discount department store. Josh 
stopped at the pet supply section. After a brief survey of the selection of dog 
collars, he picked one out and handed it to Katy. "Try this on," he told her.
 "Are you crazy? In here?" she whispered angrily.
 "That was not an appropriate response, slave. You will have to be punished 
for that later. You have been warned about bitchy, disrespectful speech. Now. 
Put on the collar to see if it fits." Katy stared at him incredulously but then 
decided against rebellion. She hastily looked around the store.  No one would 
likely see her anyway, she thought.
 "Yes master," she finally said, as sweetly as she could manage.  Then she 
put the collar around her neck and fumbled with the buckle. 
 "Okay. That's fine. Looks like a perfect fit. And I like the style too." 
Quickly removing the collar, Katy looked more closely at it. It was the ugliest 
thing she could imagine.  It reminded her of the collars worn by the big, bad, 
mean dogs in the cartoons. It was thick black leather with a metal buckle and 
metal pieces stuck all over it. It also had two metal loops on it, one near the 
buckle and one on the opposite side. She handed it back to Josh.
 "No. You keep it. You have to pay for it. Now pick out a nice leash. And 
be quick because we have a lot of shopping to do." Katy looked over the 
various leashes. They were all about the same except for the weight and 
thickness of the chain. Her fingers went toward the thinnest of the bunch.
 "Naah, don't think so. Too flimsy," she heard Josh tell her. Capitulating, 
she picked out the longest, heaviest chain on the rack. "Nice one," Josh 
remarked. "You're getting the drift now.  Okay, you pick out a couple of these 
choker leashes too and meet me at the registers. I've got some other stuff to 
get." A few minutes later, Katy and Josh left the store with the collar and 
leashes as well as several small padlocks and short chains that Josh had brought 
to her. Katy had paid for the items with her own money from her allowance. 
Josh instructed her to walk ahead of him to a certain expensive women's 
clothing store. As they proceeded again through the mall in single file, Josh 
delighted in watching her perfect round little butt as it swayed sexily in her 
jeans. The girl was beautiful even dressed as she was in a simple T-shirt and 
jeans, he thought happily. And she was his. When they got to the store, Katy 
followed Josh through the aisles as he searched for the cosmetics department.
 "Just buy some lipstick, slave," he told her, "but it has to be the brightest 
red they got and it has to be the kind that doesn't come off on clothes." Katy 
wondered about this but quickly found a lipstick that met those criteria and paid 
for it.  She then fell in behind him again as they proceeded to the next store.
 "Oh God, no", Katy whispered to herself as Josh walked straight into the 
Victoria's Secret store.  This was going to be much more difficult, she feared. 
As Katy followed Josh around the store she tried hard to make it look like she 
was not actually with him while at the same time not making him angry.  She 
remembered his mention of a punishment for talking back to him and did not 
want to add to whatever he had in mind for her.  She followed as he walked 
deliberately around the store, checking out the mannequins, looking at the 
styles of lingerie.  She became increasingly nervous as she saw how skimpy 
many of the garments were.  After a quick tour of the store, Josh finally 
returned to one mannequin which was adorned with a very revealing little white 
teddy. It had a deep V-neck and was fully open on by sides down to the tie at 
the waist.  The material was so thin as to be virtually transparent. Katy was 
visibly distressed to see his choice.  The thought of herself wearing such a thing 
made her blush deeply.  Josh motioned to her.
 "Will this fit you?" he asked.
 "NO.  It's too big," she replied immediately.  Josh gave her a mean look.
 "Very bad attitude, slave."
 "Sorry, master.  Perhaps I can find a smaller one in that style."
 "Well, hurry up.  It's getting late." Very shortly, Katy found the exact 
garment in her size.
 "Here it is master.  This one will fit me."
 "Go try it on to be sure."
 "Master, I'm sure it will fit."
 "Do I have to repeat a command?"
 "No, master.  I will go try it on."  Katy bit her lip.  She was so angry now 
she seriously considered killing the little brat or at least calling his damned 
bluff.  Whenever she felt that way, though, she thought of the tape and the e-
mails and immediately became very submissive.  As bad as it was to submit to 
Josh it was infinitely better than facing her father's wrath. The store had a small 
dressing room area.  There were three cubicles set away from the main part of 
the store in a little alcove.  Katy had to walk past a man who was evidently 
waiting for his wife or girlfriend to come out of one of the dressing rooms, as 
one of them was occupied.  Katy guessed his age at about 40.  He had a slight 
flecking of gray in his hair and a not-so-slight beer belly.  The man perked up 
as Katy brushed past him.  She heard him inhale sharply as she walked past, 
probably to get a whiff of her perfume.  She was used to that.
 Several minutes later, Katy came out of the changing room.  Josh was near 
the door to the alcove, chatting with the man.  The other changing rooms were 
now empty so Katy guessed the man's wife was looking for more clothes to try 
on.  Katy was embarrassed to be forced to discuss the garment in front of this 
strange man.
 "It fits," she said to Josh, almost whispering it to him while trying to avoid 
the man's gaze.  She wanted to get out of there as fast as possible.
 "Pardon me?"  Josh's voice was loud and mean.  She understood.
 "This fits fine, master."  She cringed as she said the words.  She was 
painfully aware of the change in the man's posture when he heard those words.  
What had Josh told him about her, she wondered? 
 "I don't care if it fits you stupid bitch.  I need to know how it looks on you.  
Go put it back on and then come out and model it for us.  By the way, this is 
Jack.  He'd like to see how you look in it
too." Katy's face turned scarlet.  She couldn't believe this was happening. 
Shaking with nervousness and humiliation, she returned to the cubicle where 
she quickly changed back into the flimsy outfit.  Looking in the mirror, she 
realized that she might just as well be walking out there naked.  Her nipples and 
her pubic hair were clealrly discernable through the sheer material.  Nervous 
goose bumps covered her upper chest and arms and, to her dismay and shame, 
her nipples were at their most erect, pressing lewdly against the cloth.  
Screwing up her courage, she returned to face the two males.
 They waited for her, leaning against the wall of the alcove, opposite her 
cubicle.  She stood in front of them without speaking for many long seconds as 
their eyes devoured her body.  Katy was alarmed to notice a growing bulge in 
Jack's trousers.  She felt utterly degraded and humiliated but resisted the 
impulse to cover her breasts and pussy.  She knew that would be both pointless 
and risky. 
 "Walk around a little Katy.  Let's see how it looks when you jiggle." Josh 
and the man both smiled at this crudity.  She obeyed, walking in small circles 
in the confines of the tiny alcove, trying as much as she dared to mimic the 
moves of the models she had seen on TV.  She sincerely wanted to please Josh 
at this point so that this humiliating torture could end quickly.  She walked and 
posed for what seemed like an eternity, barefoot and mostly naked in front of 
these two lecherous men.
 "Whatcha think?" Josh asked the man, finally.
 "Wow," was Jack's critical review.
 "Do you think her nipples show through enough?"
 "Oh yeah, they sure do," Jack replied honestly.  "She sure is a beauty," he 
continued.  "Those are the most perfect legs I've ever seen and those tits, my 
God they're sexy."
 "Yeah, whatever."  Josh said.  "But I think the nipples don't show good 
enough."  Josh was holding the purchases from the other stores. Pulling out the 
lipstick, he handed it to Katy. "Here," he said.  "Put this on.  Oh, and put some 
on your lips, too." Taking the lipstick,  Katy did not at first understand what he 
meant but then suddenly realized what he was telling her to do.  She felt very 
faint as she resignedly returned to the cubicle.  She had a little trouble putting 
the lipstick on because her fingers were shaking so much.  She carefully 
covered each nipple with the bright red lipstick and then did her lips.  She felt 
and looked like a whore, she thought.  How much worse will this get, she 
wondered. 
 When she came back out she was met by two wide grins.  They evidently 
approved of the cosmetic touch.  Katy's blushes added even more red to the 
presentation.  At that moment, the man's wife returned to the dressing room 
area, walking straight in to the alcove but stopping with a shock when she saw 
Katy.  She said nothing but her face spoke volumes.  She was clearly disgusted 
with what she saw, giving Katy a look that accused her of being the worst kind 
of slut and then throwing a distinctly unpleasant glance toward her now meek 
looking husband.  Katy backed away as the woman pushed past her to the 
cubicle, her fingers clutching a modest flannel nightgown.  Jack now looked 
very unhappy but Josh seemed in good spirits.
 "Looks great Katy, we'll take it.  Too bad we don't have more time to shop 
but we gotta get going.  Give me the outfit and i'll take it to the cashier while 
you get dressed." Katy breathed a sigh of relief.  Thank goodness they were 
finally getting out of this store.  She turned to go back to the cubicle but Josh 
stopped her.
 "What are you doing?", he asked.
 "I'm going to take off the lingeree, like you said, master. I'll pass it to you 
over the top of the door."
 "Just take it off right here.  It'll be quicker."  Katy felt sick. The lingerie 
wasn't much cover but at least it was something.  Now he wanted her to strip 
naked for him and for this strange man, who was now becoming visibly 
aroused again.  She decided it would be best to do it quickly before the woman 
came out or anyone else showed up. Blushing, she slipped out of the garment.  
She tried to cover herself with it as she stepped toward Josh.  In his usual 
unhelpful manner he made no move to take it from her.
 "Put it back on the hanger and put it on that hook over there," he said 
pointing to a hook on the wall near the entrance to the alcove. Her fingers were 
shaking terribly but somehow she managed to fumble the garment back onto 
the hanger as she stood naked in front of them.  She had never in her life felt so 
exposed and naked.  Then she realized that putting the hanger on the hook 
would place her naked form right in the open door to the alcove.  Again, better 
to do it quickly, she thought.  But just as she reached up to the hook, she 
glanced into the store to see a man moving around a rack of clothes right into 
her line of sight.  Much to his delight, he was presented with a perfect view of 
her naked, lipstick enhanced body.  Katy quickly jumped back into the cubicle 
and hurriedly put her comfortable, safe clothes back on.  She felt intense 
humiliation.
 When she finally screwed up the courage to emerge, Jack was still there 
waiting for his frumpy wife.  Though fully clothed now, Katy could not help 
blushing again as she passed him.
 "Have a nice evening, miss," he said.  Katy didn't answer but went quickly 
to find Josh.  He found her instead and handed her another garment.  Katy 
examined it, grateful to see it was not another see-through lingeree item.
 "It's just like that one over there," Josh told her, pointing to a skin tight knit 
dress displayed on a nearby mannequin.  "I guessed at your size.  Is that right?" 
Katy looked at the dress.  This was actually nice, she thought. Perhaps a little 
more slinky than she was used to wearing but she had the body for it so that 
was okay.  And the design was quite tasteful too, solid gray, sleeveless for 
summer, and just above the knee. 
 "This is fine, master."
 "Good.  Pay for the dress and the lingerie and let's get going."
 "Yes, master," she replied almost instinctively now. After paying for the 
items, she followed Josh back through the mall. He stopped near the food court.
 "Katy, listen carefully.  Go into the ladies room over there and change into 
the dress.  You can wear your sneakers too but nothing else. No underwear. 
Also," and here he pulled out a small pocket knife, "I want you to shorten the 
length.  I want you to make it a very, very short skirt. Got it?"
 "Yes, master," she answered, very, very unhappily.
 "If it's not short enough when you come out I'll make you go back in and 
cut it some more, so do it right the first time otherwise we'll be here all night."
 "I understand, master."
 "Good.  There's more.  Put on the collar and the leash too." Katy's eyes 
grew wide.  Oh my God, she thought, not that.  But she knew she had no 
choice.  She would have to obey.  Better to get it over with and get out.  She 
was at least relieved that she had not seen anyone she knew in the mall so far.  
She hoped her luck would hold now when she needed it most.
 "Yes, master."  She took the bags and went into the ladies room, emerging 
several minutes later into the food court, clutching the shopping bag which now 
contained her own regular clothes.  She realized that Josh must have had her 
change in that room because she would then be forced to walk back through the 
most crowded section of the mall.  All eyes seemed to be on her as she moved 
hastily past the tables of mall diners.  This was almost worse than being naked 
in front of the changing room guy, she thought. She knew her outfit was 
horribly scandalous. She had misjudged with the knife, and had accidently cut 
the dress too short at the very first attempt.  She had all she could do to pull it 
down far enough to cover her butt and her pussy.  It was awful, she knew.  
Besides that, without a bra, her breasts happily jiggled and bounced under the 
stretch fabric as she walked.  And as a final degradation, the leash, hanging 
down in front by that repulsive black collar, knocked noisily against her knees 
at each step.  She made quite a show as she made her way through the crowd to 
rendezvous with Josh at the end of the food court.  At one point she felt a large, 
heavy hand slip under her dress and grab her naked butt.  Not looking back she 
pulled the dress down and hurried on. She was very relieved when she finally 
reached Josh.
 "Please master, let's get out of here," she begged.
 "Sure, since you asked so nicely.  It's time to go anyway.  Give me the bag 
and let me look at you."  Josh smiled as he looked her over. Grinning broadly, 
he said, "Well, Katy, we sure can't get that skirt any shorter than that.  You did 
great.  One thing, though, those sneakers just don't go good with that dress.  
Better to go barefoot. Take em off." With great difficulty, Katy managed to 
untie the shoes and slip them off without exposing herself as she stooped down.  
She sort of half-knelt, half-squatted and quickly untied the laces.  The leash 
chain rattled loudly on the mall tiles and she could sense the stares of the 
passersby as she struggled.  Finally her shoes were off and Josh took them from 
her.
 "Okay, now let's go.  I'll carry the bags.  I want you to put your hands 
behind your back as though they were handcuffed together.  Hold your right 
wrist in your left hand. Yes, that's good.  Now don't you dare let your wrist go 
until I say so.  Understood?"
 "Yes, master." Josh then took up the end of the leash and to Katy's extreme 
embarrassment pulled her out of the mall.  She could not bear to look at the 
people as she walked.  She just hoped that no one would recognize her.  She 
could feel the hem of the skirt ride up as she walked.  Josh was walking so fast 
that she had to take long strides to keep up and this made the hem move up 
more.  Several times she saw from the corner of her eye a man or a boy looking 
at her crotch.  She did not dare to look down but she guessed that she was very 
exposed there. Luckily they made it out of the mall without incident and were 
soon back in her car.
 "You did very well tonight, slave.  I'm happy," Josh told her.  He said 
nothing else, though, as they drove toward his home.  Finally they reached his 
neighborhood and he directed her to stop, as before, near the little park at the 
end of his street.  It was almost 10pm.
 "Tomorrow is Saturday.  I don't have school so we'll have all day together.  
I'll begin your slave training tomorrow.  Pick me up right here at 8am.  No 
later.  When you get here I want you to have your collar and leash on.  And also 
shorts and a t-shirt.  No underwear, naturally.  When you sleep tonight, you will 
sleep naked except for the collar and leash." Josh got out of the car and told her 
to go home.
 "But master.  You have all the bags, still.  My clothes and shoes are in 
there.  I can't go into the house looking like this."
 "You're right, Katy.  You can take off the collar and leash.  Here's a bag to 
carry them in.  The dress looks fine.  I'll keep your clothes. Good night."
 "Good night, master." Katy had learned many new things tonight.  One of 
these was an awareness of how far her limits could be expanded.  She would 
learn much more about her limits tomorrow, she guessed.

Part 4

 Katy awoke in her own familiar bed in her own familiar bedroom.  She 
opened her eyes and in that half-awake dream state everything seemed normal 
but also very odd.  She tried to remember what day it was and what she had to 
do today.  Then with a sudden jolt of awareness she came fully awake and the 
memories of the previous night came rushing back with all their humiliating 
details.  She could barely believe, in the bright cozy sunlight of her bedroom, 
that the night before she had stripped naked in front of a strange man and had 
walked through the mall dressed in a skimpy dress, lead on a leash by that 
horrid boy Josh.  It must have been some weird dream she thought.  But in the 
next instant she felt the collar around her neck and the weight of the leash 
across her breast and full realization returned.  It was not a dream.  It really 
happened.  And it was just the beginning. 
 She sat up.  Why had she put this stupid collar and leash back on as he had 
commanded her?  And why did she sleep naked as he had ordered? This was 
confusing as well.  What was she thinking last night?  She could have just slept 
as usual in her pyjamas and Josh would never have known the difference.  Was 
she losing it?  Was he getting to her?  She must have been really drained last 
night, she concluded.  Too emotionally drained.  That's all.  She's rested today.  
That won't happen again.
 She looked down at the floor near her bed.  The mutilated knit dress was 
there where she had dropped it last night.  A pity he had made her ruin it.  It 
was a nice dress. She looked at the clock.  Just after 7am.  She jumped.  She 
had to get ready fast to make Josh's 8am deadline.  She took off the collar and 
leash and hurried into the bathroom.  Half an hour later she was downstairs 
eating breakfast, already dressed as Josh had instructed in shorts and t-shirt, 
except that she was wearing a bra.  She did not want her mother to notice her 
lack of a bra at the breakfast table so she decided she would take the bra off 
later.
 "Mom, I'm going to be out with some friends today.  I'm not sure when I'll 
be home so don't wait lunch.  Ok?"  Katy was grateful that her mother was busy 
reading the paper and was not paying very much attention to what she was 
telling her.
 "Sure dear, that's fine," her mother answered. It was 7:45.  Katy ran back 
up to her room, quickly took off her bra, stuffed the collar and leash into a bag 
and was just about to leave the room when her phone rang.
 "Hello?"
 "Katy, this is your master."
 "Yes, master?"  Could it be that he was canceling their day together? What 
wonderful luck.
 "You can come at 8:30 to pick me up.  Use the extra time to pack a lunch 
for us.  Whatever you have handy in the house will be fine.  But no later than 
8:30."
 "Yes, master," she answered, but heard the dial tone before she had 
finished speaking it. Okay.  Have to pack food.  Quickly.  She ran back 
downstairs.  Her mother was still reading and barely noticed her as she packed 
a cooler chest full of fruits and sandwiches and juices.
 "Going on a picnic with your friends, dear?" her mother finally inquired.
 "Yes, mom."
 "Looks like a perfect day for it."
 "Yup."
 "You're not wearing a brassiere are you, Katherine." Damn luck, Katy 
thought.
 "Um, no mom.  We're gonna go swimming and so I'm packing my 
swimsuit and I'll put that on later."  Katy knew this made no sense but 
sometimes that didn't really matter with her mother.
 "Okay, dear, but don't let your father see you that way.  You know how he 
dislikes such things."
 "I know mom.  I'll change right away.  No prob." Katy finished her 
packing and loaded up the car.  She would have to push it to be at the park by 
8:30. Josh was sitting there waiting for her when she pulled up to the curb at 
exactly 8:30.  She would have been there even earlier but she had to stop to put 
on the collar and leash.  She was glad that she had remembered that particular 
instruction from the night before. Josh got into the car without greeting her.  
She waited as he examined her.
 "Ok.  T-shirt and shorts.  Good.  Collar and leash are on.  No bra. Unzip 
and open your shorts a little so I can see if you got panties on." Katy did as she 
was told, opening the shorts to expose her brown tuft of pubic hair.
 "Very good, Katy.  You may leave them open like that for now." he told 
her.  He then grabbed the leash, about a foot below where it was snapped onto 
the collar, and pulled her toward him.  He kissed her lips softly. This actually 
startled Katy.  She suddenly realized that up to now he had not even touched 
her, though he had had many opportunities. Perhaps that would change today, 
she wondered.  Anxiety crept back into her mind and she tried not to think 
about what crazy plans he might have for her this day.
 "Now let's get going.  We have a long day ahead of us.  Get onto the 
interstate going north."
 "Yes, master." Within five minutes, they were driving north on the 
highway and after only a few miles Josh instructed her to pull into the rest area. 
 "Take off your clothes." Katy looked around.  The rest area was nearly 
empty at this time of the day.  She slipped out of her jeans and t-shirt and Josh 
threw them into the back seat.  Katy felt very odd at the touch of the car seat 
against her pussy.  In spite of herself she was becoming aroused. 
 "Sneakers too," Josh said.  These too were deported to the back seat. 
"Okay.  Let's go," Josh ordered and they pulled back onto the highway. Josh 
opened the sun roof.
 "Master, please.  It's too cold still.  Maybe later when it warms up?"
 "Shut up slut," was his response.  Katy looked at him.  For some reason, 
instead of being angry she felt her feelings hurt.  What was happening to her?
 "There!!", Josh shouted suddenly.  Now she knew why she had stripped. 
Josh pointed to a big 18-wheeler.  It was ahead of them on their left. A man's 
tanned, hairy arm could be seen in the open, passenger-side window.  "Catch 
up to them, Katy.  Let him see your body."  Josh seemed nearly gleeful.  He 
clearly likes this type of thing, she thought unhappily.  This would be a very 
long summer.
 The little car quickly pulled up alongside the truck and Katy kept the speed 
constant to stay directly next to the passenger side window.  At first the trucker 
did not notice the little car.  When he did look down, though, he became very 
enthusiastic.  Katy had to keep her eyes on the road, so Josh kept her informed 
of her audience's behavior. With the window down on Katy's side and with the 
sun roof open as well, the trucker had a clear view of her entire naked body.  
Josh waved to the man who gratefully waved back.  Josh held up the leash to 
make sure he saw that too.  The man gave him a big thumb's up, grinning 
broadly.  Josh could tell the man was relaying information back to the driver.
 Katy was glad she was driving.  She could keep her eyes on the road and 
try to mentally block out this degrading scenario. "Hey, cool," Josh said, after 
several minutes.  "He's got a camera."
 "He's going to take my picture?" asked Katy in dismay.
 "He already did I think," Josh replied.  "Quite a few, it looks like." 
Omigod, thought Katy.  Please let this end.  Meanwhile Josh gave a thumb's up 
to the trucker, encouraging him to take more pictures. A few minutes later, the 
truck accelerated away from them and the man signaled Josh to follow.  Within 
a mile they pulled into another rest area.  Obeying Josh, Katy parked her car 
next to the truck. Immediately the two truckers jumped out, greeting Katy and 
Josh as though they were old buddies.
 The driver, when he caught sight of Katy, said, "Son of a bitch, Pete, you 
weren't kidding, this bitch is a beauty all right."
 "How you doin' little lady?  My name's Pete,  this is my partner Carl," said 
the man who had been on the passenger side of the truck. The two men were 
now standing next to Katy's door and were ogling her through the open window 
and sun roof. Katy was rigid with fright.  She did not want to imagine what 
these men might be capable of doing.  She was acutely aware that they were 
parked at the end of the large parking lot with no other vehicles nearby.  In fact, 
the huge truck blocked the line of sight between her car and the rest of the 
parking lot and the building.  No one would see her plight if these men decided 
to do anything bad to her.  She kept her eyes straight ahead and did not speak in 
answer to their greetings.  Her hands gripped the steering wheel tightly. Josh 
broke the brief silence.
 "Hey guys!"
 "Hi kid.  We like your friend a lot.  Say, how old are you anyway, boy?  
You look like a pretty young fella."  This was the driver who spoke to Josh.
 "Old enough, right?" Josh replied amicably, avoiding a direct answer.
 "Your friend here's kinda quiet.  Don't she like us?"
 "It's her first time doing this.  I guess she's just shy," answered Josh.
 "She sure is pretty," said Carl.  "How's about she gets out of the car so we 
can see her better?" Katy cringed at this suggestion.  Turning to Josh, her face a 
grimace of pleading, she whispered to him.  "Please.  Let's get out of here. 
Please."
 Josh looked to the two men.  "Katy says if you've got a couple of minutes 
she'd be glad to get out so you can see her better.  No problem.  She's a teeny 
bit shy though, so maybe you should help her get out." In spite of her efforts at 
stoicism, Katy quietly shed a tear as one of the truckers opened her car door 
and pried her fingers from the wheel.  In a second she stood on the asphalt, 
barefoot and naked except for her collar and leash.  Josh also got out of the car 
and took his place next to the two men.
 "Stand up straight, Katy.  Show them how nice your tits stick out," said 
Josh.  Katy obeyed, comprehending the hopelessness of her situation.  She 
stared blankly at nothing, avoiding eye contact with the three as she felt them 
thoroughly explore her body with their eyes.  Her tears returned.
 "What's with the leash, kid?" asked Carl.  "You two into the kinky stuff?"
 "Katy's my slave."  The two men went wide-eyed at this simple response.
 "Whoa, now there's a lucky fella.  I wish my daddy had bought me toys 
like this when I was your age," said Carl.  The two truckers laughed loudly.
 "Say, kid," Carl continued, his eyes still on Katy as he spoke, "how's about 
you be a good sport and let me and Pete have a little fun with Katy here.  Just a 
little quicky for each of us.  How `bout it?  We got a real comfy bed up behind 
the cab." Katy was in agony.  After all he had done to her so far, she fully 
expected Josh to let her be raped by these vulgar men.  She felt faint, standing 
there in the sun.  She hoped that they did not have some foul disease.  At least 
she was on the pill.  Thank goodness for that, at least.
 "Sorry, mister," Josh answered.  "Can't share her.  Not today anyway. But, 
look, if you guys come through this way a lot you can give me your phone 
number and maybe we can arrange for you to fuck her next time."  A reprieve, 
thought Katy.
 "Yeah, that's cool, kid," Carl answered.  "We don't want to be pushy. Most 
times people don't follow us into the rest stop like you did. Appreciate it."
 "Tell you what," Carl continued, "you got e-mail?  You can e-mail us 
sometime.  We got our own trucker's website too, where we put our flasher 
pictures.  Would it be okay if we put your girl's pic on it?" For the next few 
minutes, as Katy waited patiently, the three males happily exchanged e-mail 
addresses and URL's.  Carl announced that if he could take a few more shots of 
Katy he would devote an entire page to her on the website.  Josh informed Katy 
that she should feel honored and that she could tell all her friend's back at 
college to look for her special page on the web.  He and the truckers laughed at 
this and Pete got the camera ready.  "Good thing we got some extra rolls of 
film," he said.
 For the next half hour the two men took many pictures of Katy, placing her 
in a wide variety of humiliatingly erotic poses.  In the last few shots, they stood 
on each side of Katy as Josh took the pictures. "These'll look great in your 
website," Josh announced. Finally they had enough pictures.  Pete and Carl 
thanked Josh enthusiastically for the impromptu photo shoot and started to say 
their goodbyes.
 "Wait a minute, guys," Josh said.  "Katy would like to thank you for taking 
her picture."  Turning to Katy he said, "Katy, give them each a nice kiss." Katy 
reminded herself how much worse this might have been and answered, "yes, 
master."  Then she stepped toward Carl. Grinning delightedly, Carl put his arms 
around Katy and pressed his lips against hers.  Katy was repulsed by the foul 
smell of the man's breath and the greasy feel of his whiskers but did not pull 
away from his attentions.  As his lips lingered on hers and his tongue slipped 
into her mouth, Katy felt his huge, rough hands pressing into her naked 
buttocks, pulling her slim body against him.  Carl placed Katy's arms around 
his neck, forcing her to her tiptoes to keep her lips on his.  She dared not pull 
away without permission.  Sliding his hands up along her waist, Carl genty 
squeezed and fondled Katy's breasts, pinching and tweaking the nipples.  
Sensing Josh's approval, he continued fondling Katy's naked body, massaging 
her pussy, kneading her breasts, squeezing her buttocks, kissing her soft 
nipples.  By this time Katy was again in tears from the humiliation.
 She stood limply as the next man took his turn.  Pete did not bother with 
the pretext of a kiss at first but dove right into feeling her up.  After thoroughly 
man-handlng her perfect breasts, he inserted two fingers deep into her pussy, 
probing, massaging, squeezing. Much to her dismay and embarrassment, Katy 
began to react to this attention with an increased flow of secretions to her 
vagina and a noticeable change in her posture.  Instead of standing rigidly, her 
body involuntarily moved in usison with the man's manipulations.  Oh God, no, 
she thought, don't let me lose control.  Her fingers dug into the man's upper 
arms as she steadied herself.  She tried to pull herself off of the man's thrusting 
fingers but only succeeded in giving herself more stimulation.  She was going 
to orgasm she realized and she wanted it!  She felt like a slut but did not care.  
She wanted this orgasm.  Seconds later her lithe frame bucked and spasmed 
against Pete's hand, her breasts jiggling wildly.  Then it was over.  Peter 
withdrew his fingers and sniffed them happily.  Katy slumped to the ground, 
exhausted and shamed.
 For several seconds, Katy just sat on the hot pavement, her weight on her 
right thigh and her right hand.  Too mortified to face her tormenters, she stared 
at the ground, still breathing heavily.  She could not imagine how she must look 
to them.  Naked and collared in a public parking lot, flushed from an orgasm.  
What was happening to her?  Then she felt the warm liquid strike against her 
belly and legs. Rain?  She looked down in shock as more spurts of hot semen 
splattered over her.  Oh God please not that too, she thought. 
 Unknown to Katy, while Pete had been enjoying his "kiss", Carl, inspired 
by the show, had started masturbating behind her.  He reached orgasm a few 
seconds after Katy had dropped to the ground and he directed his output to her 
torso and legs.  Meanwhile Pete wasted no time and was soon ejaculating in 
gushers as well.  Josh called her name.  Involuntarily, she looked up just in time 
to receive a long streamer of semen across her face, into her eye, across her 
lips, and over her hair and ears.  Pete finished his large load on her upper chest 
and breasts.
 "Wow, cool," proclaimed Josh.
 "Oohh, gross." said Katy.  She started to wipe the semen out of her left eye 
but Josh stopped her.  "Leave it there, Katy.  It looks nice." The two truckers, 
now sated, left quickly after they and Josh confirmed their plans to 
communicate later for a second tryst. As the truck pulled away, Katy and Josh 
got back into the car.  Josh let her put her t-shirt back on but did not let her 
clean or even disturb the cum that now dripped down her face, torso, and legs.  
He directed her to pull back onto the highway.
 "Master, can I please go home now,"  Katy begged.
 "Go home?  No.  We have a long day ahead of us and we haven't even 
started it yet.  Our exit is not far." Katy suppressed a tear.  A dribble of cum 
slid down from her nose and onto her upper lip.  She could smell the musky 
odor of it as she inhaled.
 "Okay, Katy.  This is our exit.  We're almost there."

Part 5

 Following Josh's instructions, Katy pulled off the highway at the next exit.  
At the end of the exit ramp, Josh told her to turn left and for several minutes 
they drove on a quiet country highway, warm sun pouring into the car through 
the open sun roof. Katy knew this area somewhat.  Lots of farms along this 
road.  She thought she remembered coming here, when she was much younger, 
with her parents and some other families for a church picnic.  She looked down 
at herself.  There was still some sticky cum drying on the top of her thigh.  Her 
t-shirt felt like it was glued to her chest from the semen splattered over her 
breasts.  For the first time since leaving the rest area she peeked into the mirror.  
There was cum all over her forehead and in her hair.  A big thick glob of it still 
nestled in one of her ears.  This did not feel like another church picnic, Katy 
mused.  In spite of her anxiety and disgust at her predicament, the idea made 
her smile.
 "Katy?", said Josh finally.  This was the first he had spoken since leaving 
the highway.
 "Yes, master?"
 "Let's repeat your lesson from last night.  I want you to learn this by heart.  
Katy, are you my slave?"
 "Yes, master."
 "Say it."
 "I am your slave, master."
 "And you will obey my every command?"
 "I will obey your every command, master."
 "Are you my property?"
 "I am your property, master."
 "Ok.  Now repeat it by yourself."
 "I am your slave, master.  I will obey your every command.  I am your 
property."
 "Good.  One more time, with feeling."
 "I am your slave, master.  I will obey your every command.  I am your 
property," Katy repeated the lines, trying somehow to make herself sound 
sincere.
 "That's not bad, Katy.  We can practice more later on."
 "Yes, master."
 "You're really a stinking mess, you know it?  Do you like driving around 
covered in cum?" Katy barely restrained her temper.  Perhaps he wanted a 
pretext to punish her, she thought.
 "Yes master.  I'm a stinking mess.  But I don't really like staying this way," 
she added hopefully.
 "Well, I don't care what you like.  What you like or don't like is not 
important.  But I sure ain't gonna touch you while you're still covered in trucker 
cum."  A mixed blessing, thought Katy.
 "I know a place up ahead where you can get cleaned up.  I'll let you know 
when to slow down." A few minutes later they pulled off the road into a small 
gravel parking lot.  A half-dozen cars were already parked there, in the shade of 
an adjoining wood.  There was no one in sight.
 "There's a really great swimming hole here.  Let's go for a dip.  You can 
clean yourself up in the brook." 
 Here we go again, Katy, thought.  "Master, I didn't bring a swimsuit."
 "Jeez, Katy, you sure are a slow learner.  Just take off the collar and leash 
and you'll be fine in the t-shirt.  It's a real informal swimming hole."
 "May I please wear my shorts too, master."
 "Nope.  Let's go." This was awful, Katy thought.  Her t-shirt was not very 
long.  Long enough perhaps, but just barely so.  As she followed him down the 
wooded trail, careful of her bare feet on the pebbles and sticks, she could hear 
the sound of adults and children playing in the water.  Her mood, already 
dismal, was plummeting fast. The short trail to the brook came out of the 
woods at a small rocky cliff above the swimming area.  From there Josh and 
Katy had a good view of the swimmers before they noticed them.  There were 
at least two families with young kids and an assortment of teenagers and older 
people, about 15 people in all.  The actual swimming area was small. This 
number of people seemed to be about the maximum for comfort. Katy noticed a 
pair of teenage boys across the stream who were jumping into the water from 
an overhanging tree.  Seemingly the water was deep enough in spots for diving 
and jumping.
 The only way to the water was to walk past the group of people relaxing on 
the sandy bank.  At first no one really noticed them as they carefully threaded 
their way around blankets, water toys,  and picnic coolers.  Katy tried valiantly 
to pull the hem of her t-shirt down without also making it obvious that she was 
not wearing underwear.  Josh walked ahead of Katy who followed close 
behind, trying to hide behind him as much as she could.  As they passed one 
lady, a young mother assembling lunch for a toddler on the sand next to her, 
she looked up from her work to smile in greeting to Josh and then turned to 
Katy to greet her as well.  Katy was unnerved when the young mother's smiling 
face converted immediately to one of wide-eyed shock at the sight of her.  Katy 
realized that the woman was looking at the splatters of dried cum still very 
visible in her hair and around her face.  The woman's husband must have 
noticed his wife's change in expression also because he immediately followed 
her gaze to Katy's face.  His expression changed too, but to one of amused 
curiosity.  The man's scrutiny continued down her body, his eyebrows rising 
stupidly at the sight of her lovely tanned legs barely covered by the sticky t-
shirt.  With great relief, Katy reached the water and quickly submerged herself 
in the cold, concealing stream.
 Josh took off his sneakers and t-shirt and plunged into the water in his cut-
off shorts.  Katy tiptoed her way into the middle of the stream, heading for 
deeper water.  Josh swam over to her.
 "Katy, you can go down to that spot over there and clean off," he told her 
pointing to a pool a little ways downstream from the main area. "I'm gonna 
jump off the tree a couple of times."  With that he swam away and climbed out 
on the other side of the stream, under the big jumping tree.  Within seconds he 
had joined the other two boys in their sport.
 Gratefully, Katy moved away from the crowd and got to work scrubbing 
off the remnants of the truckers' amorous attentions.  She was fairly successful, 
though it took persistence to get all of the dried semen out of her hair, with only 
cold water and no soap. Josh rejoined her just as she was coming up for air 
from a final rinsing.  He wasn't alone, which somehow did not surprise Katy. 
 "Katy, this is Mike.  Mike, this is my slave, Katy."  Mike looked younger 
than Josh, perhaps thirteen, possibly fourteen.
 "Hey," said Mike.
 "Hi," answered Katy.  Mike looked a little disappointed.  "How do I know 
she's your slave?  You're just crazy," he said to Josh.
 "Well, duck down underwater and take a look at her pussy," Josh 
suggested.
 "Her pussy??"  Mike's interest was re-enkindled at the sound of this sacred 
word.  The next instant his head disappeared underwater and emerged after 
several seconds, blowing water and grinning widely. "Holy shit, wow, man," he 
exclaimed.  Katy guessed Mike was setting personal records for eloquence 
today.  Teenage boys were so incredibly tiresome.  But this was becoming very 
humiliating as well.  Josh's eyes met Katy's.  He seemed to communicate both 
reproach and encouragement.
 "Would you like to see her tits too?"
 "Are you for real?  Course, yes!!" replied Mike, with none of the usual 
teenage attitude of cool aloofness.  Katy presumed that these would be the first 
breasts Mike had ever seen in person.  Josh had also classified Mike as a virgin 
when he had met him on the stream bank and had decided to give him a treat.  
Josh knew that the kid might never again have another chance to see such a 
perfect female body up close.  Watching his new slave washing herself in the 
stream below, Josh had felt suddenly magnanimous toward his unluckier 
brethren and so had offered to let Mike have a "peek" at his slave girl.  Mike 
had been incredulous but figured he had nothing to lose by going along with it.  
Mike was now a believer.
 "Slave, duck down in the water so nobody else can see you and then lift up 
your t-shirt for Mike," instructed Josh.  Katy reluctantly obeyed, answering 
"yes, master."
 "‘Yes, master', wow, cool," said Mike before dunking his head below 
surface.  He came up spluttering after an heroically long time holding his 
breath.
 "Can I touch?" he asked, gasping for breath.  "Sure," replied Josh. Katy 
winced.  For the next several minutes, Katy endured the humiliation of having 
her breasts, nipples, buttocks, genitals, belly, and thighs variously touched, 
prodded, massaged, pinched, and thoroughly explored by the young boy.  
Finally he stopped. 
 "We gotta go, Mike," said Josh.  "I'll see you later, okay?"  Katy wondered 
if that was a rhetorical "later" or if Josh had something further planned for 
Mike.  She resolved to risk his displeasure by asking him later.  She certainly 
hoped this would be the last she would see of Mike.
 "Yeah, sure," replied Mike.  "Oh!  And thanks, guy.  She sure is a babe." 
Josh and Katy started back upstream toward the clearing where the other 
swimmers were lounging and eating their picnic foods. 
 "Oh, shit!!!!" exclaimed Katy.  She had suddenly comprehended that she 
was about to emerge from the water to become the instant default winner of the 
wet t-shirt contest.  She looked down into the water. The thin t-shirt was 
practically transparent.  He did it to me again she thought, the little devil.
 "Please, master," she started to beg, "can we please go down further and 
into the woods that way?"  Katy made an instinctive attempt to put on her 
prettiest, poutiest, most irresistible face.  This face, when used on the males in 
her life, had, on many occasions, dissolved the most formidable obstacles to her 
wishes.  But not this time. 
 "Nope," was Josh's reply.  "We're going back through the beach.  Now 
walk ahead of me.  I wanna see the reactions."  Josh giggled.  Katy whined. 
They emerged from the water and, with Katy in the lead, walked briskly past 
the picnickers.  By the stares and stolen glances from the people on the beach, 
Katy knew that her physical assets were easily visible. In fact, her breasts 
bounced freely, pasted to the shirt, her dark nipples clearly outlined and 
protruding.  One poor fellow happened to look up from his magazine just as 
Katy reached him and came face to face with the wet outline of her pubic hair 
as she scampered past.  He blinked, more than a little confused.  Katy finally 
stepped past them all and literally ran up the trail and back into the woods, with 
Josh close behind.
 Back at the car, Josh asked her, "now wasn't that kinda fun, Katy?"
 "No, it was not fun, master, there were little kids there.  They saw me 
naked, just about."
 "Better get used to things like this, Katy, because as my slave you will 
have to do more than that.  Got it?"  Josh seemed unhappy with Katy's 
response.
 "Yes, master.  I understand, master," she replied, trying to mollify him.
 "Let's go.  It's getting late and I'm getting hungry."
 "My new car, master.  The seats will get all wet."
 "Not a problem.  I came prepared."  Josh reached into the back seat of the 
car and pulled out the large backpack and he had thrown in there when he had 
met her in the morning.  He pulled out two towels.  From one of them fell a 
bikini swimsuit.
 "Master??  There was a swimsuit all along."  Katy pouted.
 "Yeah, but you'll wear it when I want you to, not when you want to." Katy 
helped him cover the seats with the towels and they were on their way again.
 "How much further master?" Katy asked him after they had been driving 
for about 20 minutes.
 "It's just up ahead.  Turn right here.  Left."  Katy pulled onto a dusty old 
farm road and drove up a hill.  They drove past a large hay field.  Over the crest 
of the hill stood an old barn, empty and dilapidated. 
 "Drive up to the barn," Josh instructed. Josh carried the cooler of food and 
Katy the backpack as they entered the old building.  Katy flinched several times 
on the way in as she stepped hard on sharp rocks in the road. Inside the barn it 
was quiet and cool with the sweet smell of old hay permeating the dusty 
interior.  Though mostly unused, the barn was still structurally sound.  Huge 
wooden beams supported a second story which extended through half of the 
barn's interior space. Josh put the cooler down next to an interior wall.  Katy set 
the pack next to it.
 "Whose barn is this?" she asked.
 "What did you say?"  Katy jumped at the tone in his voice.
 "Forgive me master.  I meant, whose barn is this, master?"
 "It belongs to the father of one of my friends.  I've been here a lot of times.  
Nobody is going to be coming here.  Least not today.  Just us."  As he spoke, 
Josh opened his pack again and started emptying it, spreading its contents on 
the hay-covered floor.  Katy began to get alarmed.  There were things that 
looked liked whips, also belts, chains, handcuffs, and other items she did not 
recognize but that did not look pleasant. Josh selected two items that Katy 
concluded were the world's ugliest bracelets and motioned to her to offer her 
wrists.  They were heavy, leather, padded with a soft sheepskin.  When he had 
locked them onto her wrists he told her to try to remove them.  She could not.  
They were too tight to fit over her hands, but not tight enough to hurt. She 
could not simply unbuckle them because the buckles were locked with tiny 
padlocks.  With another, larger, padlock, he locked the two bracelets together in 
front of her.  Josh put the keys in his pocket. He led her to a spot in the center 
of the barn and there he tied her ankles together with handcuffs.  The keys to 
these were also pocketed. Walking to the side wall he took up a heavy rope 
which Katy realized was attached to a big pulley located precisely above her 
head.  Josh let the other end of the rope descend toward her.  Katy watched 
mesmerized as a large iron hook slowly dropped.  When it was at her eye level, 
Josh tied off the pulley rope again and returned to her side.  With a short belt he 
attached the wrist cuffs to the hook. Then, with a few quick pulls on the pulley 
rope, Josh hoisted Katy into the air, suspended by her wrists.  Her toes brushed 
useless across the hay just below her feet.
 Katy was surprised at the sensation of helplessness produced by this form 
of confinement.  Uncomfortable, humiliating, degrading, and deliciously 
exciting.  The feeling of vulnerability was extreme.  Her senses swam in 
confusion.  What was happening to her?  She tried to regain her control, her 
perspective. Josh let the rope out a few inches.  Katy's toes touched solid wood. 
The strain on her wrists relaxed.  Not so bad, Katy thought.  Kind of 
interesting, in fact. Josh returned to her side, then stood in front of her.  He was 
holding a huge knife, open and shiny.  Katy jumped.  She tried to free herself 
but it was completely hopeless.
 "What are you doing??"
 "I forgot to take off your t-shirt, stupid me," Josh answered. Katy stood 
rock steady as Josh used the sharp knife to cut away her shirt.  Within seconds, 
she was naked.  Naked and bound.  Completely exposed and vulnerable.
 Josh moved out of view behind her.  She waited for whatever was his next 
whim.  She had no choice. She heard a soft sound.  Exceedingly brief and 
whisper quiet.  Then another sound, very close.  A loud, sharp, angry sound.  A 
nanosecond later, she felt it.  Agonizing, horrible, sickening pain in her back 
where he had flogged her with the belt.  Her body leaped of its own accord, 
repelled by this violation.  Then she screamed.  It was not a scream for help, 
nor a scream for mercy.  It was a simple scream of pain.
 "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAaaaaaaaaaaaaaaAAAAAAAAAAAAA" It 
was Katy's first such scream.  But not her last.

Part 6

 Katy did not understand what had happened at first.  The fact that she had 
been struck with a whip did not actually enter her mind in the first few seconds 
after It happened.  Her whole mental focus was on the agonizing pain itself, not 
on its cause.  As the pain subsided though, she tried to comprehend, and then 
she did understand.  She understood where she was and what she was.  She 
understood slavery. Anger flashed and faded, replaced immediately with fear.  
Her body tightened, waiting for another stroke.  She cried, sobbing, with tears 
of pain and fear.  Seconds passed.  Josh did not hit her.  Please, God, she 
prayed, let it be just the one stroke.
 "Katy, I want you to beg me to hit you again." She was incredulous.  
Another?  What had she done to deserve such punishment?  And he expected 
her to BEG for it?
 "Please, master, no more whip.  Please.  Please.  I'll do anything you 
want."
 "Don't be stupid, Katy, you've already agreed to do anything I want. 
You've even memorized it.  Forgotten already?"
 "No, master," Katy whispered, slumping into despair.
 "Recite it again, Katy.  Time to practice." Katy hesitated.  Josh watched.  
Would she rebel?  Was his hold on her strong enough?  He feared he had gone 
too far.  Katy tugged down on the rope that held her arms above her head.  She 
stood straight and began to speak in a quiet, subdued tone.
 "I am your slave, master.  I will obey your every command.  I am your 
property."
 "Very good, Katy."  Josh breathed a sigh of relief.  "Then, obey."
 "Master, I beg you to whip me again.  Please."  Katy's voice trembled as 
she spoke the words.
 "You really don't sound like you mean it, Katy.  Beg harder."  Katy 
repeated her request, trying hard to sound sincere.  "Please Master. Please whip 
me again.  I beg you to whip me.  Please.  Please." 
 "Okay.  Okay.  If that's what you want," answered Josh, finally. Katy's 
body went taut in anticipation.  Again the faint, brief noise of the leather belt 
going through the air.  Again the loud snap as it struck her backside, this time 
directly across both buttocks.  And again an instant later, she felt the intense, 
searing pain.
 "Aaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhh".  Katy's scream filled the empty barn. 
Then there was silence except for the creaking noise of the ropes and pulley as 
Katy pulled on her bonds, in a futile attempt to escape her misery. Josh 
regarded his handiwork.  Two angry red welts adorned Katy's backside, one 
diagonally across the middle of her back, the other horizontally across her 
buttocks.  Katy's naked body glistened with sweat as she hung from her wrists. 
Josh cautiously touched the reddened skin where the belt had struck her lower 
back.  Katy jumped, not from the pain, but from surprise. She had not heard 
him moving closer to her.
 "Does it hurt to touch you there, Katy?"
 "Umm...  no master, not really much," she managed to answer.
 "I think that's enough of the belt for now, Katy.  Don't beg for more."
 "Okay, master."  Katy's mood brightened at this news. Josh went to the 
side of the barn and untied the pulley rope.  Katy, her hands now released from 
the hook, let herself drop to a sitting position.  The stiff, dry hay pricked her 
skin and stung where it touched the bruise on her buttocks, but it felt good to 
relax her body in the musty stuff.  She looked over her shoulder at Josh, 
waiting for his next command. Josh didn't speak but instead sat down in the hay 
next to her. Sitting only inches away, his eyes roamed her body, studying her 
features and faults as he had not done before.  Katy suddenly felt very aware of 
her nudity and, in spite of all she had been through in the last 24 hours, blushed 
deeply.  She watched his eyes and in them she could read how much the sight 
of her body excited him.  She expected that at any moment he would start to 
explore her body with his hands as well as his eyes.  Curiously, the thought 
neither angered nor alarmed her.  But still he did not touch her.  Would he 
never touch her, she wondered.
 Josh rose to his feet, ordering her to do likewise.  With one of his keys, he 
uncoupled the wrist cuffs but left them on her.  The padlocks, one on each 
wrist, made her arms feel very heavy.  Josh then sat back down in the hay, 
relaxing again.  Katy remained standing, knowing better than to sit without 
permission.  Already, she knew and feared the belt.  She did not want to learn 
the feel of the other devices that Josh had brought in his backpack: the whips 
and crops and who knew what else.  She guessed she had not seen all of the 
nasty items that were in there.
 Josh leaned his back against a wall as he scrutinized her.  Again she felt so 
naked, too helpless and exposed, simply standing in front of him in silence.  If 
he would just talk it would be better, even if only to berate her.  Several times 
she nearly lost her balance in the soft hay.  The handcuffs tying her ankles 
together made it difficult to keep her equilibrium.
 Finally, Josh spoke.  "Turn around.  Show me your back."  Katy obeyed.
 "Those belt marks are really red now, Katy.  They look nice."  Katy had 
not thought of this possibility before but now realized that her skin must be 
quite visibly damaged where he had struck her, because it had hurt so much.  
She despaired.  She would not be able to wear her new bikini next weekend.  
This was horrible.  Then another thought came to her and she felt even greater 
despair.  Stupid girl, she thought to herself.  What bikini?  What weekend?  
Your life, everything, is at the whim of this boy.  He owns you.  He really owns 
you.  Forget about it.  All you can do is obey him and hope he's happy.  What a 
strange, horrible situation.  These thoughts raced through her mind, even as 
Josh's gaze lingered over the soft, rounded curves of her hips and thighs.
 Inch by inch, thought by thought, her brain crept toward an understanding 
of her new status.  You are his slave, she told herself.  You've gotten yourself 
into this mess and there's nothing you can do about it.  Just like he says: you are 
his slave, you must do everything he tells you to do, you are his property.  If he 
wants to whip you, he will.  If he wants you to beg him to whip you, you will.  
All of these thoughts spun around in Katy's consciousness, disturbing her.  
They disturbed her in a frightening way.  She was becoming sexually aroused.  
No, she thought, she can't be.  But she could feel the wetness and the tingling.  
You are a slave, she thought.  She was confused, her mind and senses in 
turmoil.
 "Katy?"  Good, she thought.  Say something, do something, so I don't have 
to think these thoughts.
 "Yes, master?"
 "Don't you think I should mark you in the front like I've marked you in the 
back?  To make it even, I mean, you know?"
 "Yes, master."
 "Hmmm.  I dunno ‘bout that, Katy.  It's a lot of work swinging that belt.  
Really tires me out."
 "I'm very sorry, master.  I'm sorry to cause you so much trouble." Katy 
could not believe her own ears, but the words, those stupidly submissive 
phrases, came out as though they were the most natural thing in the world to 
say.  Josh, too, was surprised at how quickly and thoroughly she was accepting 
her new role.  He wondered if she was trying to trick him.
 "Well, if I do it for you, it will only be if you beg me to."  Katy winced.  
She really did not want to feel that belt on her front side. She could not imagine 
how painful it would be on her breasts or even her tummy.  Yet, if she did not 
try to appease him he might, no, probably would, devise a much more painful 
alternative.  She would have to beg him to do it.  She knew this was the lesson 
she was being taught.
 "Master, I beg you to whip me in the front also."  She spoke the words 
quietly and, she feared, with not enough feeling.
 "Stupid, stupid cunt.  You beg your master with your back to him?? What 
kind of idiot are you??  Turn around and kneel at my feet if you have to beg 
me."  The words stung.  I'm NOT stupid she thought.  How dare he?  But the 
anger dimmed quickly , immediately, replaced with another, nearly opposite 
feeling.  A feeling of surrender?  Of devotion?  What was that feeling?  A not 
unpleasant feeling.  So confusing.
 Turning, Katy knelt in the hay at his feet, her bare knees nearly brushing 
the soles of his sneakers.  She resumed her plea for the belt.
 "Master, I beg you to whip me in the front.  Please, Master.  Please whip 
me in the front."  She tried so hard to sound as earnest as she could that she 
nearly convinced herself that she wanted it.
 "I'll think about it, Katy.  I'm not sure yet, though.  Maybe if you're all set 
up for a good whipping I might be inspired.  Yeah, let's try that.  Come on, 
follow me."  Immediately Josh jumped up and walked quickly away toward the 
back of the barn.  "Hurry up slave," he called to her. Katy did her best to keep 
up with him but it was impossible to walk fast with her ankle cuffs.  She could 
only take very tiny steps.  Josh was already at the other end of the barn looking 
back toward her. 
 "HURRY UP," he shouted.  Katy felt like she was in one of those awful 
dreams where she tried to run but could only go very slowly.  Josh started 
walking back toward her, looking angry.  "I TOLD YOU TO HURRY," he 
shouted again.
 "I'm sorry, master," Katy replied, trying to sound pitiable.  Josh walked at 
her side, encouraging her to greater speed with harsh slaps to her buttocks.
 "OwW."  He seemed to be targeting the belt mark.  Katy's hands were free 
and she very nearly made the mistake of trying to cover her rear with her 
palms.  She knew this would be a bad mistake and resisted the urge, letting him 
have his way with her tender skin.  He was hitting her hard and it hurt a lot but 
again that feeling started to increase in her.  She was becoming more aroused 
again. It was the touch of his hand on her skin, she thought.  It's a natural thing.  
Doesn't mean anything.  Finally they reached their destination, after many 
spanks. 
 Josh motioned to her to stand with her back against a vertical beam. This 
was a massive wooden support for a part of the hay loft.  It was really little 
more than a rough hewn log perhaps 12 inches in diameter.  At various points, 
mostly at eye level and higher, were placed wooden dowels and large nails 
from which one could hang tools or ropes.  Obediently Katy placed herself 
against the beam.  Josh grabbed her wrists and pulled them up over her head 
and then back, painfully.  She heard and felt the click of the padlock as he 
reconnected the two wrist cuffs.  This was extremely uncomfortable, worse 
than the partial suspension of before.  Her wrists were tied behind the beam 
straining her arms painfully.  It also lifted her breasts and forced them to stick 
out embarrassingly.  She could not see him but she could hear Josh busying 
himself behind her.  Seconds later she felt his fingers at her bound wrists and 
then felt her arms being pulled up and back yet further.
 "Owwww," she exclaimed.  Josh had tied one end of a rope to her wrist 
cuffs and had looped the other end around a beam above her head and was now 
pulling her arms up with the rope.  Instinctively she straightened her body and 
got on her tiptoes to relieve the strain on her aching arms.  Josh merely pulled 
tighter to take up that slack as well.  When both body and rope were as tight as 
could be, he tied off the end.  Katy tried to relax but her body ached.  She felt 
Josh's fingers at her ankles.  Heavy coarse rope was being wound around her 
ankles and calves and then tied securely.  Finally Josh stood a few paces in 
front of her to assess his work.. Katy had never felt so vulnerable and helpless.  
She could barely move.
 "Katy, you are so fucking gorgeous."
 "Thank you, master," Katy managed to breathe.
 "Now, about that belt," Josh continued.  Oh God no, Katy thought, not that.  
Please, please.  In spite of herself, she tugged and twisted at her bonds but only 
succeeded in causing herself more discomfort.  Josh grinned.
 "I can see you're eager for the belt."
 "Yes, master," Katy replied, remembering to take the prudent course in her 
answers.
 "But first I need to do one more thing."  With that he ran at top speed to the 
front of the barn and immediately back again carrying his loaded backpack.  
This he dropped to the floor behind Katy.  Within seconds he pulled out a 
bandana-like cloth and wrapped it around her head, completely covering her 
eyes.  He tied the ends securely behind her head.  Katy winced as the knot 
roughly pulled at her silky brown hair.  And now she could see nothing. 
Hearing him step away she expected at any moment to hear that horrible 
whisper noise.  Her brain re-played the sound in her mind, in spite of her efforts 
to think of something else.  She listened intently.  Her body involuntarily 
tensed at every soft sound she heard.  Was that a bird?  Or the belt?  A breeze 
this time?  Or would the next instant bring the torturous sting of the leather?  
The seconds passed.  Josh was silent.  Was he still in the barn?  She could not 
hear him.  Did he leave her?  Was this his new way to torment her?  Maybe this 
was worse than the belt, she thought.  Her arms hurt so much.  How long had it 
been?  He must have gone out of the barn.  Katy felt frightened now.  He would 
not leave her this way, would he?
 "Master?"  She asked for him, hesitantly.  No answer.  Silence.  She heard 
birds singing outside the barn.  And crickets.  Her arms hurt more.  Now her 
legs and ankles grew tired and joined in the general aching.  How long had she 
been like this?  Five minutes?  Twenty?  She had no idea.  This end of the barn, 
away from the door, was much warmer.  Getting hot.  No breeze.  Sweat 
trickled down from her brow and down the side of her face.  The drops of sweat 
were the only activity in the barn as far as she could tell.  Their journey down 
her skin absorbed her interest.  Across her collarbone now.  Tickling 
maddeningly as they dripped quickly between her breasts and down her belly.  

Then they disappeared from her awareness as they entered the tiny patch of 
trimmed brown hair above her pussy.  Other drops took their place.  On her 
brow, her arms, her thighs.  Would she go mad? Where was the little jerk, her 
master?
 "Master?"  She called again, this time with more urgency. "Josh!  Where 
are you?  Are you there?"  She knew she risked his anger by not calling him 
master but she needed him to be there.  She wanted to hear his voice.  She 
wanted him.
 "Bad, bad slave, Katy.  Talking without permission.  Not calling me 
master.  This is very bad, Katy." Katy didn't hear the words.  The sound of his 
voice was enough.  What a relief!  He had been right in front of her all along.  
What a little jerk!  But he had not left her. "You'll have to be punished, now, 
Katy."
 "Yes, master.  Please forgive me master."
 "I forgive you, Katy.  And now for your punishment." Okay, thought Katy, 
now comes the whip.  Get it over.  This stretching has to be worse.
 "Yes, master."  She braced herself for the pain.  She heard him move 
closer.  He must be inches away.  She could her him breathing.  What was he 
doing?  He couldn't flog her from so close.  Then she felt his touch.  His fingers 
lightly brushed her right breast, stroking her nipple.  This is not torture.  This is 
nice.  Finally he is going to touch me, she thought.  It took him long enough.  
Most of the guys she had known could barely keep their hands off of her.  
Josh's fingers felt very nice.  Now they were on both breasts.  Feels so good.  
Katy could feel herself getting wet.  Very wet.  Her nipples were so sensitive.  
She loved to have them touched like this.  Did he know that too?  She didn't 
care anymore.  Just keep touching.  So nice. 
 PAIN.  Dreadful, deep, agonizing pain.  Josh was pinching her nipples 
with his fingers as hard as he could.  Katy screamed.  Loud.  Long. 
"AAAaaaaaaaaaEEEEEEEeeeeeeeeeeeehhhhhhhhh"
 "NO!!!!  STOP!!!  PLEASE!!!"  She begged him with the purest sincerity.  
Josh pinched harder.  Katy screamed again.  And again. Finally he released his 
grip on her nipples, letting her breasts drop. The pain surged as the blood 
flowed back.  She whimpered, then sucked in air.  The pain diminished 
gradually.  Tears filled her eyes. 
 "Katy, I think you should thank me for doing that.  It was for your own 
good but it was a lot of trouble for me to have to do it."
 "Yes, master.  Thank you master."  Tell him anything he wants to hear, 
Katy thought.  Make him happy.  Don't cross him.  He can and will hurt.  She 
needed to get down from this beam.  Her arms were in agony, but she dared not 
speak of it. As though he had read her mind, Josh untied the rope that held her 
wrists to the beam above.  Katy felt in heaven as the strain on her arms relaxed.  
Then he unlocked the wrist cuffs and untied the rope holding her legs.  She was 
free of the beam.  Quickly, though, Josh locked her cuffs together again, this 
time behind her back.  Pulling her collar and leash from the backpack, Josh 
locked these on her as well.  The makeshift blindfold was removed.  He then 
picked up the end of the leash and led her to yet another part of the barn.
 The heavy metal of the padlock bumped against her tailbone as she walked 
behind him.  The handcuffs were still on her ankles so walking was very 
difficult with the leash pulling on her neck.  Without her hands to help her, she 
was constantly on the verge of losing her balance as she hobbled forward.  Josh 
looked back at her as they went, intrigued by the way Katy's breasts bounced 
and jiggled to the erratic rhythm of her steps.  They finally stopped in front of a 
horse stall. The stall was about 6 feet by 8 feet and was lined with clean straw. 
In the middle of the stall was a small mattress.  It looked like something from 
an old cot.  It was stained with rusty red lines where the old bedsprings had 
touched it.  Katy imagined the other side of the mattress was even less 
appealing. He's leading me to a mattress, she thought.  Not too hard to guess 
what comes now.  Or is it?  Maybe he'll just tie me up again, she wondered.
 "Katy?"
 "Yes, master?"
 "I want to have sex with you."  He spoke quietly, almost nervously. 
Oookay, Katy thought.  This is different.  What's happened to mean Mr. 
Master?  Suddenly so tender.  It almost sounded like a request.  Like he was 
asking if he could.  She was definitely used to that from guys. Now she felt like 
she was on familiar ground.  But she answered as she had been trained, not as 
her old self.
 "Yes, master.  I am your property." Katy somehow felt some sort of 
pleasure in this response.  She had to give herself to him.  There could be no 
guilt.  She had no choice.  He owned her after all.  She had no free will 
anymore.
 "Katy.  Look, I gotta tell you something.  Sit down on the mattress."
 "Yes, master."  Katy obeyed.  Tell her something?  She was suddenly very 
curious.
 "I'm a virgin." Josh announced this as though he were telling her he had 
some incurable disease or that he had just killed Kermit the Frog.  Katy could 
not stop herself from giggling.  Josh raised his eyebrows.  He actually looked 
hurt by her laughter.  So this was it, she thought. He's embarrassed.  Shy about 
sex.  Can't let him get angry.  Quickly she knelt at his feet, all smiles gone from 
her face.
 "Master, please forgive me.  I'm sorry for laughing.  Really.  I'm not 
laughing at you.  I think it's precious that you're a virgin.  It's ok.  We were all 
virgins once, right?  Master?"  She watched his face soften.  She could tell he 
wanted her badly.
 "Katy.  I want to have sex with you.  Right now.  Teach me, ok?"
 "Teach you, master?  It's not really very difficult."  She could barely 
suppress her laughter.  "But I will help you if you want, master."
 "Yes.  Help me a little.  And don't you dare laugh or anything.  Maybe I'm 
not as big as some of the guys you've been with."  Oh dear, Katy thought.  Men 
are all worried about that.
 "Certainly I won't laugh, master.  And I'm sure you are just the right size 
for me."  This was not the first time she had used that line.
 "Okay.  Then, I guess let's do it.  Umm.  But I want you to beg me for it." 
This was the first time she had ever had to beg for sex, Katy thought, but there 
had been many firsts for her these past two days.
 "Yes, master." This could be fun, Katy thought.

Part 7

 "I want you to beg me for it, Katy," Josh repeated. Katy knelt in the hay of 
the stall, naked, collared, leashed.  Josh had disconnected her wrist cuffs and 
removed her ankle cuffs, freeing her limbs.  Her backside was marked with two 
painful welts from the leather belt.  Her nipples were sore from his pinching 
them.  Her arms still ached from being tied to the beam.  She was dusty and 
sweaty. In spite of all that, or perhaps because of it, she was aroused.  She had 
been teased and humiliated all day. She had been fondled by the truckers on the 
highway, groped by the kid at the swimming hole, and then tied up and tortured 
by Josh.  She was wet with arousal.  Her body screamed for release.  She 
wanted this boy.  She wanted sex. Begging for it would not be difficult.
 "Master, I want you to have sex with me.  Please, master."
 "Oh come on, Katy.  You can talk dirty with your master.  Let's hear it 
better."
 "Master, I beg you to fuck me.  Please fuck me.  Please, master." Katy 
watched his face for a positive reaction.  This was very embarrassing.  She was 
not accustomed to talking like this.  And he seemed to want more.  Her 
imagination was limited in this regard.  How else could she phrase it?  Boys 
were such nasty little creatures.
 "Master, I'm begging you.  Please fuck me.  Please put your beautiful hard 
cock into me.  I beg you to come inside me.  Please, master. Fuck me."  Katy 
was running out of ideas.  Still Josh only sat there watching her.  Maybe he's 
really too shy about it, thought Katy.  A more physical form of begging might 
be what he wants, she decided. Slowly and gracefully, without asking his 
permission, she rose to her feet.  Josh still stood at the opening to the stall, 
watching her.  He did not object to her getting up.  He seemed paralyzed.  Very 
shy and very horny, Katy suspected.  But she would break him out of his 
trance, she smiled to herself.  She knew her skill with men.  And she needed to 
make him happy, she reasoned.  If she did not, he would end up being very 
disappointed and frustrated - which would make him very mean and angry - 
which would mean the whip and the beam or worse for his little slave girl.  
Yep, better be nice to master.  Very, very nice.
 Katy stood naked before him.  She posed.  She raised her arms way above 
her head as though stretching after a long sleep.  Josh watched. He saw how 
Katy's breasts rose and fell with the movement of her arms. He saw the gentle 
curve of her waist, widening to her full, round hips.  So feminine, so enticing.  
He saw, as she spread her legs with her posing, the delicious brown lips of her 
pussy.  He longed to touch that place.  To kiss it.  To put his penis there and 
push it in.  His penis swelled within his jean shorts, becoming very 
uncomfortable.  He wanted to take off his pants, to touch his penis, but even 
now he was shy.  Would she laugh at him?  Even if she didn't would she think 
he was too small?  He tried to convince himself that it didn't matter. She's just a 
slave.  It doesn't matter what she thinks.  Still... 
 He watched her move.  She swayed and stretched.  She caressed herself. 
He watched, entranced.  His slave was a goddess.  Not just a babe: a goddess.  
His penis hurt.  He had never been this hard before. She stepped toward him.  
She was right in front of him now, only inches away.  She was beautiful, naked, 
collared, his property.  Still he did not touch her.  He wanted to savor this 
moment, this first time with his slave.
 He looked down at her body, at the warm curves of her breasts.  Could he 
feel their warmth?  His gaze moved to the gentle swelling of her hips, then to 
the soft, trimmed patch of hair below her belly.  He wanted her badly.  He 
wanted to ravish her.  He would.
 Like a marble statue he stood, and watched her.  He watched her slender 
tan arms encircle his waist, embracing him, lightly pressing her body against 
his.  Of their own accord his own arms mimicked hers, wrapping themselves 
around her narrow waist.  His hands rested on her buttocks and touched her 
skin.  How could her skin be so soft?  The bulge in his shorts screamed to his 
brain, shrieked for freedom, but Josh's brain was now vanilla pudding.  He was 
mesmerized by this
vision in his arms. Her face moved slowly toward his.  A kiss, he thought.  
That's okay. Time for a kiss.  Her lips, her cheek, caressed his, then touched his 
ear.  John's face was veiled by her silky hair.  The perfume, her perfume, was 
there, making him dizzy.  A tickle in his ear now.  She's whispering to me.  
What is she saying?
 Katy purred into his ear, barely loud enough to hear.  "Fuck me master.  
Pleeeease, fuck me."  Then a kiss on his ear lobe.  Then again.  "Fuck me 
master.  Pleeeease, fuck me.  I beg you."  Another kiss.  Josh's paralysis ended.
 "Oh God," Josh breathed, as he squeezed her tightly against his chest, 
burying his mouth into her neck, kissing her, licking her, as his hands pawed up 
and down her back.
 "Oooofff", said Katy, as he forced the air out of her in his passionate 
groping.  Well, she had started him up, she thought.  Now for the ride. An 
instant later Katy found herself flat on her back on the filthy, stinky mattress, 
with Josh on top of her.  Another, louder, "ooofff" came out of Katy.  Josh had 
impatiently, and a little painfully, skipped the part where the couple is supposed 
to ease themselves gently onto the bed.
 Katy recovered and began to kiss him gently even as his hands and lips 
ravished her cruelly.  His hands were all over her, and not at all gently.  Her 
breasts were squeezed and kneaded, pinched, pawed, even bitten.  This hurts, 
Katy thought.  Must somehow teach him to be gentle, just as his fingers found 
her pussy, now soaked in her sexual secretions.
 "OWWooooooo", she cried, as his fingers pushed roughly into her, then 
squeezed.  But even as the pain of this intrusion subsided, his fingers pressed 
and tickled those wonderful places inside of her, her secret places, and she 
responded to that touch, arching her hips happily.  But then, before she could 
explore this sensation, his fingers were out of her.  Now these same fingers 
were in her face, at her lips.
 "Lick them," he barked.  Katy obeyed.  Disgusting taste.  Slimy.  She had 
never done this before.  Would never have done this.  So humiliating, 
degrading.
 "Close your eyes," he told her.  "Close them tight.  Don't you dare open 
them."  Why, Katy wondered, but she obeyed.  He was fully in control again. 
As her eyes closed, she felt him get off of her, but could feel him somewhere 
on the mattress above her.  Is he looking at her body?  No, it sounds like he's 
taking off his shorts.  Yes.  He's too shy to let his own slave see him naked.  
Jeez, is he THAT small, she wondered. His movements stopped.  His shorts 
were off.  She felt his hand on her inner thighs.  He pushed her legs apart, wide.  
She lay still, waiting, ultimately exposed.  Seconds passed.  He's just looking at 
me now, she guessed, looking at my pussy all open and wet.
 Then he was on her again.  She felt his bare chest against her own and, in 
the next instant, felt his warm, hard penis slip easily inside of her.  Way inside.  
Not small.  Not at all small.  Nice.  He feels very nice.  Katy wanted to open 
her eyes.  She wanted to see his body but she knew better.  She lifted her hips 
away from the mattress to take more of him, to squeeze him, but he met her 
with a hard push. Then she felt it.  Damn, he's already coming.  She felt his 
ejaculate spurting inside of her, felt his animal thrusts as he rode out his 
orgasm.  But I'm not even close to ready yet, she cursed to herself.  She knew 
she would not have her orgasm but at least she should try to make his good for 
him.  He seemed to be full of sperm.  She could feel it already trickling out of 
her pussy under his penis as he continued to pulse the last drops into her.  He 
slumped onto her.  Another oooofff.  His full weight was on her now.  Please 
don't let him sleep. Katy hated that.  His breathing was still heavy but quieting 
fast. His penis was erect inside of her but it too was quieting fast, getting softer 
and thinner.  Katy tried to press her clitoris against the flaccid flesh but it was 
no use.  It was shrinking, sliding out of her.
 Katy sighed.  He's a boy after all.  Katy guessed he had been inside of her 
for all of three seconds when he started his orgasm.  A personal record?  Could 
she put that in her resume?  "Can bring young boys to orgasm in under three 
seconds while typing over 60 words per minute."  His breathing is normal now.  
Seconds pass.  He's not sleeping is he?  She dared not open her eyes to check.  
He seems awfully relaxed.  His breathing is so sleepy sounding.  Damn.  Just 
have to wait, maybe.  Otherwise, what?  Slip out from under him so I can walk 
around the barn with my eyes closed?  Rather not.  How about hopping in the 
car and going home so Josh can have his little nappy time.  Bad idea.  So he can 
walk all the way home thinking about which whips he will use on his slave and 
for how long?  Don't think so. Katy felt the tip of his penis slip out of her 
pussy, followed by a trickle of his semen.  He's getting heavy.  And sweaty.  
Maybe he could be woken up somehow, somehow nice.  She stretched her neck 
to nibble on an ear lobe.  Mmmm.  He smells pretty good.  No cologne, natural, 
not stinky.  She wanted to have an orgasm, too, but there was no way from him 
it seemed.  He stirred.  He pushed away from her. 
 "Keep your eyes closed, cunt."
 "Yes, master."
 "Did you open your eyes, before?"
 "No, master, of course not."
 "Good.  Keep them closed real tight and sit up.  No.  Kneel on the 
mattress."  Katy obeyed.  The chain leash slipped between her breasts and 
coiled on the mattress between her thighs.  She squeezed her eyes closed. Katy 
involuntarily jerked her head away when she felt the warm, sticky thing at her 
lips, but then immediately recognized what it was and what was expected of 
her, even before she heard him speak it. 
 "Suck it clean, bitch."  Katy had never done this before.  Oral sex had 
always been a tabu with her.  Disgusting and unnatural was what she had 
always told any boy who dared to request it.  They dropped the idea then, rather 
than press the issue.  Katy was just too pretty and sexy to walk away from just 
for that.  After all, she was great at vaginal intercourse.  So she had never had 
to deal with this before. Those days were over, she guessed.  Her experience 
with the truckers this morning was the first time she had ever had semen even 
near her mouth and she hadn't had to taste it then, thank goodness. 
 "Hurry up, stupid."  Katy reluctantly opened her lips to take his penis.  He's 
calling me names now, she noted.  Typical guy.  He's had his orgasm.  I'm 
baggage now.  I'm no longer Katy or even slave.  Now it's cunt and stupid and 
bitch.  Her tongue reached out to seek him and felt the tip, tasted the salty, 
bitter, funky semen there.  She licked him, as though he were ice cream.  Yuck.  
What a nasty, strange taste, she thought, but it could be worse.  She knew other 
girls who did this and they seemed to like it.  She'd probably have to get used to 
it.
 "Faster, slut."  How sweet, Katy thought, a new insult each time.  A slave 
should be honored.  Her sarcastic streak was starting to stir. Better be careful, 
she thought.  Mr. I-can-cum-in-one-thrust has a sensitive streak that could turn 
to a mean streak.  She licked faster, then took his limp penis into her mouth, 
sucking it in with a comically loud slurp.  Oops. Now the tip of it was in her 
mouth.  She licked and sucked it clean of the mixture of his semen and her own 
secretions. She thought she could taste the difference.  It felt and tasted 
different at the tip: his cum. The stuff along the shaft was had another taste and 
was not as thick: her own juices again.  This was a very intimate experience 
and not as disgusting as she had first imagined.
 Katy felt his penis swelling, getting thicker, longer, filling her mouth.  She 
marveled at how quickly he was recovering his erection. She felt that he would 
surely have another orgasm and supposed that he would make her take it orally.  
Before he was fully erect, though, Josh pulled out of her mouth.  Katy was 
relieved at this as she was not sure that she would be able to do it without 
gagging, or worse.  For an instant, Katy was strongly tempted to open her eyes.  
She wanted to see the thing that had been in her vagina and in her mouth, but 
she resisted the urge.  He had not yet told her she could open her eyes.
 "Keep your eyes closed, slave."  Josh told her.  Katy could hear in his 
voice nothing of his previous shyness. The vulnerable boy had disappeared and 
her master, virgin no more, had returned.
 "Yes, master."  Kneeling on the mattress at his feet again, Katy could feel 
his semen oozing from her vagina, trickling its way down her inner thigh.  It 
tickled.
 "Okay, you can open your eyes." Josh had pulled his shorts back on.  Katy 
wondered if she would never see him naked.  She could not help but be curious 
about his body, under those baggy clothes.  She guessed it was good but she 
wanted to see it.
 "Did you cum?"  Josh's question seemed to spring from simple curiosity, 
not from a phony concern for her pleasure, as some of her lovers asked it.  She 
could lie and make him feel macho, she thought, but she knew no reason to do 
that.  If she was his property then he must have the truth about her body, she 
reasoned.
 "No, master."
 "Do you want to?"  Oops.  She had not expected that, but the simple truth 
would be the easiest answer.
 "Yes, master."
 "Does it matter if you have an orgasm?"
 "No, master."
 "Why not?  Don't you want an orgasm?"
 "Yes, master.  But I'm just a slave.  My orgasm is not important." Katy was 
answering by instinct now.  She was learning or guessing the drill.
 "What is important, then, Katy?"
 "It's important that you have an orgasm, master."
 "Whose job is it to make sure I have my orgasm?"
 "That is my job, master."
 "Good, slave.  Repeat it."
 "Master, it is my job to make sure you have an orgasm."
 "What kind of orgasm?"  Katy didn't understand what he meant by this. 
How many kinds of orgasms were there?  Her mind frantically raced through 
the possible solutions to this riddle, coming up with ever kinkier answers.  Josh 
sensed her confusion.
 "Is it your job to give me great orgasms, Katy?  Or just okay orgasms?"
 "Oh!  Master, it is my job to give you the most wonderful, satisfying 
orgasms."
 "Then you failed, slave.  That orgasm sucked.  I could have done better 
with my hand."  Of course, thought Josh, he definitely would not have traded 
her warm, wet vagina for his trusty old hand.  Katy was amazed.  No one had 
ever told her such a thing.  She felt her feminine skills had been insulted.  This 
was very confusing. 
 ''Perhaps, master, you were too eager on this first time with me. Maybe if 
you fuck me again it will be a wonderful orgasm."  Good comeback, Katy 
thought to herself.  Hmm, was that a pun?
 "Oh, yeah.  You'd like that wouldn't you, slave?  That way you'd get your 
orgasm too, huh?"  Katy was starting to enjoy this repartee. He's sharp.  Funny.  
We're having fun with each other, she thought, like real lovers.  This master 
and slave thing is getting really weird.
 "Well, I will fuck you again and in a little while.  But first you will get 
your orgasm."
 "Master?"
 "Listen to me, slave.  Walk out to the front of the barn and turn left.  
There's a path that leads out to the top of the hill.  That's the hill that overlooks 
the road.  I'll be right behind you.  Stand at the top of the hill and give yourself 
an orgasm with your fingers.  If any cars go by, and there probably will be cars, 
you will wave to them with your other hand, but you won't stop fingering 
yourself.  You'll continue that way until you cum.  And you'd better not fake it.  
I can tell." Katy was amazed at this kid's capacity to think up humiliating 
experiences for her.  How far would this go?  She thought back to the drive up 
to the barn.  The top of the hill was only about a hundred feet from the traffic.  
Anyone on the road would have an unobstructed, sun-drenched view of her 
masturbating.  Katy felt dizzy.  She tried for a shred of pity from him.
 "Master, may I wear clothes?"  She asked him hesitantly, hopefully.
 "No.  Just your collar and leash.   And let's hurry up and get your stupid 
orgasm over with.  I'm getting hungry."  Josh pulled her to her feet with the 
leash.
 "Yes, master.  I'm sorry for keeping you from your lunch." With that she 
walked behind him toward the door.

Part 8

 Katy followed Josh to the front of the barn.  As she walked, she could feel 
his semen slowly trickling down the inside of her leg.  She knew she should be 
feeling violated, outraged, angry, but she felt none of those things.  She did feel 
humiliated at having been so crudely used by this young boy, but mostly what 
she felt was arousal.  Her body was ready.  She wanted sex.  She wanted him 
again, this time slowly.  But Josh had had his orgasm and now he wanted to 
sport with her in his favorite way, by humiliating her.  He had ordered her to 
walk out into the open, naked and in broad daylight, and masturbate for anyone 
to see.  This was too much, she thought.  She could not do it.  Could she?  As 
she had so many times before, Katy weighed her options, and as always she 
arrived at the same conclusion.  She had no option except submission.  As 
difficult, dangerous, degrading, disgusting as it was, giving herself to Josh as 
his slave was her least objectionable alternative.  She feared her father too 
much.  And also, she wanted her trip to France more than anything.  Besides, 
she thought, there were times when she actually felt as though she could enjoy 
the situation.  She tried to deny it but she knew the feelings were real.  Not 
right now, though.  Josh was pushing her too far with this particular dumb idea.  
She really could not do this.  Or could she?  She was so tired of weighing 
options.  It was much easier to just surrender.  Easier to not think about it.  Just 
obey.  Do whatever he says.  Be his slave.
 They stopped near the door, just inside of the barn.  Josh left her standing, 
near where she had been suspended and whipped a short time before.  He went 
outside into the bright sunlight and turned left, walking out of view.  What is he 
doing, Katy wondered?  Checking to make sure she would have an audience?  
A nervous twinge settled into her stomach.  This was going to be very, very 
difficult.  Just don't think about it, she reminded herself.  Then Josh returned.
 "Just went to see how far it is to the road from your spot on the hill.  I want 
to make a little sign for folks and I wanna make sure it's big enough."
 "A sign, master?"  The knot in Katy's stomach did a triple flip.
 "Yeah, something.  Where's your lipstick?"
 "In the car, master."
 "Go get it." Katy hesitantly stepped through the door into the glare of the 
mid-day sun. She squinted her eyes.  It was so bright compared to the dark 
barn.  Looking around, she was relieved to see that the view from the road was 
blocked by the small hill and by the line of trees along the barn's little 
driveway.  No one would see her as she walked naked to the car and back to the 
barn.  Looking left, she studied the little path that Josh had described.  It did 
lead to the top of a hill at the
side of the barn and it was very obvious that anyone standing on that hill would 
be easily seen from the road. The stomach knot twisted again. Quickly she 
retrieved the lipstick from her bag in the car and ran back to the barn.  The end 
of the leash slapped painfully against her calves as she ran.  Then she felt a 
sharper pain as the chain caught in her pubic hair and tugged at it. Katy decided 
that the next time she had to run in her leash she would hold the end of it.  She 
coiled the end of it up in her left hand for the last few steps into the barn. Back 
inside, Katy handed the lipstick to Josh.  He took it from her and put it into his 
pocket.
 "Why did you pick up the leash?"
 "It was slapping my legs, master.  It was hurting."
 "I see.  You are not allowed to touch your collar or your leash without 
permission.  Even the stupidest slave could have figured that out without being 
told."  Katy reddened. She hated it when he called her stupid.  She was not 
stupid.  Katy prided herself on her intelligence.
 "I'm sorry, master.  I won't do it again."
 "Maybe you won't, maybe you will. Maybe you're so stupid you'll forget. 
You need to be taught so you won't forget."  He detached the leash from the 
collar, but re-locked the padlock. He wrapped the chain around his left hand, 
leaving the end with the leather strap handle free.  His right hand held the leash 
about three feet from this free end.
 "Turn around, slave," he commanded.  Katy obeyed, exposing her bare 
back to what she expected would be the painful touch of the leash strap. She 
steadied herself and hoped the pain would not be as intense as the belt had 
been.  He had stopped that session after only two strokes, making Katy hopeful 
that he would not use torture on her again.  She tried to think of other things, to 
distract herself from her predicament but all she could hear was the faint sound 
of the chain jingling in his hands.  Then the sound changed slightly and she felt 
the stroke.
 "OWwwooo." It hurt, but she jumped more from surprise than from pain.  
He seemed to be holding back, maybe trying to make sure it was the leather 
strap that touched her skin and not the metal chain.  The result was only a mild 
sting.  Katy relaxed somewhat.  Then the next stroke came, again on her back 
and again not very painful, though a little more so than before.  He's aiming 
better now, she thought, or is luckier.  The third stroke was against the side of 
her right buttock and it did hurt.  It seemed that part of the metal chain had also 
connected. Involuntarily, Katy reached behind to shield herself.
 "No, Katy, drop your hands to your sides.  And turn around."  Katy 
obeyed.  Just as she turned she felt the sharp sting of the leather strap as it 
smacked squarely on her right breast, directly across her nipple.
 "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAaaaaaaaaaoooooooooooo," Katy screamed, then 
whimpered as she covered her breasts with her arms.
 "Hands down," shouted Josh.  Reluctantly, tearfully, Katy obeyed.  The 
next stroke landed on the inside of her right breast but was not as stinging as 
the previous one.
 "Owwwooo," Katy exhaled quietly, but kept her hands in place.  She 
looked down at the pale skin of her breast and saw the fiery mark left by the 
leather strap.  She wanted to beg him to stop but feared it would only make him 
do more.
 "Will you touch your leash again without permission, Katy?"
 "No master, never again," she replied gratefully and sincerely.
 "Good.  Now kiss the leash."  Katy stretched out to kiss the leash as Josh 
held it in front of her face, but at the last moment he dropped it, letting it fall to 
the dusty, wood floor. Beaten both physically and mentally, Katy knelt and 
kissed the leash.
 "Good, girl.  Now stand up." Josh pulled the lipstick out of this pocket.  
Putting his left hand on her shoulder to steady her, he wrote the word "slave" in 
big, red letters across her chest, above her breasts.
 "Now you're ready to give your little show, Katy.  Follow the path up to 
the top of the hill, stand there nice and pretty, and masturbate until you cum.  
Make sure you wave to anybody who drives by.  I'll be right behind you and if 
you screw this up I'm going to make sure you regret it.  Understand?"
 "Yes, master."  Katy was unable to resist.  She just wanted to get this over.  
What if someone saw her?  She couldn't think about that. She couldn't even 
bear to think of Josh seeing her masturbate and that was sure to happen.  
Resignedly she waited for him to lock the leash back onto her collar and then 
set out on her assignment.  Josh followed closely behind her.
 The crude dirt path was lined with twigs and pieces of dried straw which 
pricked Katy's tender feet as she made her way up the hill. There was a slight 
breeze but it was still very hot in the bright sun. At least she would get a nice 
tan from this, Katy reflected, trying to reduce her anxiety by joking to herself. 
She reached the top and looked around in dismay.  She could see the road 
clearly.  It was very close and from her high vantage point she could see far in 
both directions.  And she knew, of course, that she could be seen from the road 
just as easily.  The breeze and the sun both seemed more intense here.  She had 
never felt more naked in her life.  Embarrassment, shame, fear washed over her 
like the breeze that kissed her breasts and her sex, teasing her.  There were no 
cars.  The road was empty.  Relief.  Maybe she could get her orgasm and 
escape to the barn before anyone saw her.  She had to try.  Quickly she slipped 
her fingers between her labia, searching for that familiar spot, pressing herself 
there in that familiar way.  She felt the warmth and the tingle, but she was too 
nervous, too distracted.  She tried to ignore Josh as he slid down onto the grass 
at her feet, lying there. He had a clear view of her sex as she worked to reach 
her orgasm.  She tried to block him out.  It was so embarrassing, so degrading.  
This loathsome little boy was watching her do her most intimate, secret thing.  
She really did feel like a slave.
 She looked down at her body, bright white in the sun, the red letters over 
her breasts, SLAVE, the chain leash hanging down between them. She looked 
at Josh on the ground at her feet, relaxing, enjoying the show, her master.  Yes, 
she was a slave.  The thought came suddenly, and with it came a twinge of 
pleasure in her clitoris.  She did belong to him.  Another warm tingle.  She was 
just a slave, and could be owned and used by anyone her master chose, even 
someone passing on the road.  This thought brought another pulse to her 
clitoris, wonderful pleasure. She was going to have an orgasm, right here in 
broad daylight where anyone could see her. Now her vagina was sopping wet 
with her juices, but she didn't care. Those were his juices, his property. She was 
his. She surrendered to him and to this lovely orgasm. She felt it coming, out of 
control now. Orgasm. Sweet, long, powerful sensations surged through her 
body in delicious waves. Release. Her eyes closed.  She was only dimly aware 
of the spectacle she must be, naked on a hilltop, her breasts jiggling wildly as 
her fingers feverishly manipulated her sex, her hair tossing about in abandon.  
Sweet release, still coming, lost in it.
 "Katy, better wave.  Someone's driving by."  The words came to her as 
from another dimension, or out of a dream.  What?  Then, realization. Oh God, 
no.  She opened her eyes.  A car was there, an old car with an old man driving 
it.  The car was barely moving.  The old man was staring at her.  What would 
he think of her?
 "Wave, Katy."  Josh's voice was not pleasant.  She mustn't disobey, she 
remembered, or there would be a punishment.  Timidly, she waved to the man.  
Her right hand was still deep in her pussy, still squeezing out the last sweet 
drops of orgasm.  This was surreal.  And the man waved back.  He blew her a 
kiss, smiled, and drove down the road. Katy watched the car, tried to make 
sense of the scene.  So strange. But the orgasm had been so wonderful.  Her 
clitoris still tingled happily.
 "Did you cum?"
 "Yes, master, I came."  An understatement, Katy thought.
 "Hmm.  Ok, then.  Only one guy saw you.  Too bad.  Well, let's go eat 
then." Josh led her back, pulling her by the leash.  The shade inside the barn felt 
good as they walked toward the back.  As they walked, Josh turned to look at 
his slave several times.  Katy felt self-conscious. Even after all she had been 
through, the lust in his eyes as he looked at her body made her blush.  He 
stopped before they got back to their stuff.
 "Lay down on your back," he commanded.  Katy looked for a spot on the 
floor.
 "Here, master?"  The floor was just bare barn boards here.  There was no 
soft hay and there were dry, dirty, brown fragments of something scattered 
about.  Katy did not want to know what those were. 
 "Yes, here."  Katy obeyed.  She laid down on her back, with her legs 
together and her arms at her side.  The leash draped over her belly and onto the 
floor at her right side.
 "Close your eyes."  Katy obeyed. Josh looked at her.  She is so beautiful, 
he thought.  His penis was still swollen from the show she had given on the hill.  
Her breasts were so perfect.  Look how the nipples stick up so, and how her 
breasts flatten a little when she's on her back.  His penis throbbed. And her 
waist.  It's so tiny.  Her thighs, so sweetly curved.  He had to have her again.  
He loved this.  He could have her anytime he wanted.  She obeyed everything.  
This was incredible.  Paradise. 
 "Spread your legs," Josh commanded.  Katy obeyed.
 "More!"  Katy spread her legs very wide and Josh knelt between them. Her 
labia were red from the rubbing she had given them.  It was very moist inside 
still.  Pink and inviting.  He touched her there.  She jumped, then quieted.  He 
slipped two fingers inside of her, exploring, learning.  He pushed his fingers in 
as far as he could, feeling the interior walls.  When his fingers rubbed against 
her clitoris, as they did by accident several times, Katy flinched slightly, then 
tried to press herself against his fingers harder. Josh withdrew his fingers and 
wiped them dry on her thigh.  He leaned up and over her face, his hands planted 
on either side of her to support his weight.  His lips moved to her nipples.  He 
kissed, nibbled, sucked each one in turn.  He felt them harden and grow in his 
lips.
 Katy kept her eyes closed and let herself drift under the boy's gentle 
attentions. What a change, she thought.  So nice.  So sweet to her. She loved 
having her nipples kissed and nibbled.  Did he know that too?  No.  Impossible.  
But it felt so wonderful.  She wanted to ask him to touch her breasts with his 
hands but she could not do that. She was afraid to speak to him like that. She 
was afraid of him and afraid of herself. She felt something touch her labia. Not 
his fingers. This was very smooth, very warm, very nice. Then he was inside of 
her with one strong thrust. She arched her back, pushing up to meet him. 
Aaahh. Her clitoris tingled. She felt his belly against hers.  He moved his penis 
in and out slowly, nicely.  Nice, nice boy.  Mmm.  Feels so good.  Katy moved 
her hands from her sides tentatively, without permission.  She wrapped them 
around his back.  Nasty t-shirt.  She slipped her hands under the cotton, feeling 
the strong muscles of his back.  Her fingers slid down, resting finally on his 
buttocks.  Cute boy.  Yummy boy.  Her hands stayed there, one on each cheek, 
guiding his thrusts, pulling him in.  He's very good this time, she thought, a 
good lover, slow, gentle, hard.  She felt her orgasm starting.  She would cum 
before him this time.  But just as the waves of pleasure engulfed her she felt 
Josh's body spasm and his semen spurt into her. They came together.  Their 
orgasms were very long and very intense.
 As he had done before, Josh lay motionless on top of her as soon as he had 
finished his orgasm. This time, though, Katy was satisfied. Two delicious 
orgasms just minutes apart. Yummy.  She tingled.  His penis was still quite 
erect and filled her up so comfortably.  This would be such a nice moment, she 
thought,  if she were not being ground by his weight into the dirt and yuck on 
the barn floor.  She was relieved when he got up and she could breathe easily 
again.  But she still wished that she could have him on a nice soft bed, and then 
wrap herself tightly around him afterwards.   Maybe later, she thought.
 Her eyes were still closed. She waited as he readied himself above her. She 
wondered if she would have to lick him clean again. That would be ok.  He 
deserved it. Nice boy.  Nice master.  Her clitoris still tingled.
 "Katy.  That was really good."  Josh's voice sounded different. Contented, 
surprised, happy?  Grateful?
 "There's an old sink and faucet over there in the corner.  It's pretty dirty but 
the water still works.  You can go wash yourself.  There's a towel in my 
backpack. Go ahead. And it's ok to wash off the lipstick for now, too."  Katy 
was surprised at his sudden kindness. Maybe he would let her go now, she 
thought.  Better not get hopeful, she decided.  He has it too good. This must be 
his dream come true for him.  He won't let me go.
 After running the tap for a few minutes, the water came out relatively 
clean, though cold.  There was a huge metal sink in the tiny washroom and 
buckets in one corner.  In one of the buckets she found a short section of hose 
which she connected to the tap to make a crude shower. The water drained out 
of a hole in the cement floor.  She even found a bar of old soap, rough but 
usable.  Within minutes she felt fresh and clean.
 Returning to Josh, she handed him the towel after wringing a few more 
drops from her hair.  She had hated using the soap on her hair but it was better 
than nothing. She was naked completely now, having removed the collar and 
leash before going to wash up.
 "Wow.  You look nice and clean."  Again, Katy was taken aback by his 
sudden change in temperament.  She noticed also that he had spread their food 
out onto an old table.
 "Thank you, master.  A little soap and water can do wonders."
 Josh got the hint.  "Umm.  Yeah, I guess I should wash up too.  Feel kind 
of sweaty."
 "Master, I rigged up a sort of shower with a water hose.  It worked pretty 
well."
 "Okay.  I guess I could take a shower."  Katy smiled to herself as she felt 
that tiny bit of control pass over to her.  Josh did not seem to notice, or care.  
Katy began to feel she was on familiar ground suddenly.  Power games were 
her specialty.
 "Master?  If you like, I could help you wash yourself."
 "Huh?"
 Sometimes boys could be incredibly obtuse, she thought.  "I mean, master, 
that I could wash your body.  You know, put soap on my hands, rub hands on 
you, rinse you.  Repeat until clean.  You know?"
 "NO." Katy realized then that he would not be so easily seduced.
 "You're staying out here.  Come over to this post."  Josh led her to a 
vertical support beam.  He made her stand with her back to the beam and 
handcuffed her arms behind her back and around the beam.  He put the key on 
the table near the food, about twenty feet from the post. Then he took another 
towel and went to the washroom. Just seconds after Katy heard the water start 
to splash in the corner, she heard another noise from the front of the barn.  
Voices.

Part 9

 Katy turned her head toward the front of the barn, listening intently. 
Voices. She prayed they would not come into the barn, not come to the back. 
She listened, trying to hear if they were coming toward her. All she could hear 
was Josh's splashing in the makeshift washroom. They, whoever they were, 
would surely hear the water as well.  Maybe it was the owner.  He would come 
to check the noise.  Maybe it was just some kids.  Maybe they would be scared 
away by the sound of someone in the barn.  What to do?  The voices did sound 
young, but she could not be sure.  Kids or adults, it didn't change the horrible 
situation she was in. She was naked, handcuffed to the post.  There was no way 
she could cover herself and no way she could free herself or hide. What bad 
luck that someone should come just when Josh had gone into the washing 
room. And besides that, Josh seemed to be taking the longest shower, hose-in-
barn category, in the history of Western civilization.  If she wasn't so terrified 
she would have laughed at the situation, but this was definitely too scary.  She 
tugged uselessly at the handcuffs behind her back, but just once. That was 
stupid, Katy thought to herself. Make more noise.  Make sure they hear us.  
Why not just yell to them, something like ‘Hey you big mean men, there's a 
naked slave girl down here all chained up and ready for your raping and 
ravishing pleasure.  Come on down!!'  Katy was becoming more and more 
nervous, thinking of all the possible scenarios that might unfold in the next few 
minutes.  Who could it be? Were they gone?  She hadn't heard any sounds from 
that side since she first heard the voices.  They must be gone, she thought.  No 
problem. 
 Then she heard footsteps, softly, slowly moving toward her.  Whoever it 
was, they wanted to approach in secret.  Seconds later, she saw, very briefly, a 
head peek around a wall and then quickly pull back. Then she heard agitated 
whispering from behind the wall.  A stategy meeting, she guessed.  Then 
silence.  Moments later, a different head peaked around the wall. This one did 
not pull back but instead stared directly at Katy with eyes that grew comically 
larger. It was a young girl.  Katy guessed her age to be about 13 or 14.  She felt 
a little relieved, especially since both of the youngsters seemed to be at least as 
anxious about the meeting as she was.
 "Hello."  Katy greeted the girl in the most nonchalant voice she could 
manage under the circumstances.  The result was somewhat surreal.
 "Hi."  The girl replied. She came out of her hiding place followed 
hesitantly by her companion.  The second girl was taller but appeared to be at 
least as young if not younger. The two girls stopped a few feet in front of where 
Katy was cuffed to the beam.  There was an awkward silence as they 
scrutinized Katy, trying to figure out what to make of her.
 "You ok?".  The shorter, bolder girl finally asked her.
 "Yes, I'm ok.  But you shouldn't hang around here.  Could you just leave 
and don't tell anybody you saw me?  Please?" The girl ignored this request.  
Instead she moved behind Katy to examine the handcuffs.
 "Where's the guy?"
 "What guy?"
 "The guy who was with you on the top of the hill.  We saw you up there all 
naked playing with yourself.  You had slave written over your boobs too."
 "He's washing up.  He'll be right back so you better leave before he does."
 "I'm not afraid of him.  You're his slave?"
 "Yes.  Sort of.  I mean, basically, yes.  I'm his slave."
 "How come?  There's no slaves anymore."
 "Well, it's a really long story and not that important.  Let's just say if I don't 
do what he says I'll be in a lot of trouble."
 "Hmm.  I think I get it.  That kinda sucks.  Want us to help you out? We 
could."
 "No.  There's nothing you can do to help me.  The best thing you can do 
for me is go away.  Please?"  Again the girl ignored her request.
 "What's your name, slave girl person?"
 "Katy."
 "Hi Katy.  My name's Molly.  This is Jenna."  The girl named Jenna said 
hello to Katy.
 "Hi," said Katy to Jenna.  Jenna smiled.  Molly resumed her questioning.
 "How long you been his slave?"
 "This is my second day."  Molly raised her eyebrows.
 "Wow.  What do you have to do?"
 "Anything I tell her to do."  Josh walked around the corner behind them. 
All three females jumped at the sound of his voice.  Molly quickly recovered 
her cool, however.
 "Anything?  Like what?" Katy was intrigued by the girl's calm, defiant 
tone.  She was clearly more fearless than Katy had originally thought.
 "Look.  This is none of your business.  Why don't you two take a hike."
 "This ain't your barn.  We can stay here if we want to." Josh unlocked 
Katy's handcuffs as he tried to think of a way to get rid of the two nuisances.  
When she was free he handed her her shorts and tshirt and told her to put them 
on.  Quickly and gladly Katy jumped into her clothes.
 "What are you girls hanging around here for?  Why don't you go out and 
play?"  Josh's attempts at persuasion fell on tough ears.  They seemed 
unintimidated by Josh and much more interested in hanging around than in 
leaving.
 "Hey, jerk," said Molly, becoming more assertive by the minute, "we'll 
fucking stay here if we want to.  You got it?"
 "Nice mouth," replied Josh, "does your mama know you talk like that?"
 "Fuck you."
 "Guess not.  Look.  Molly.  Let's start over.  We got here first.  Why don't 
you girls be nice about it and just leave us alone." Molly and Jenna showed no 
signs of being nice about it.  They stood their ground and stared at Josh, who 
quickly tried a different tack. "Otherwise, hey, you two hungry?  Me and Katy 
were just gonna have lunch.  There's plenty of food.  You're welcome to eat 
with us if you promise to go away right afterwards.   How about that?"
 "We'll eat," acknowledged Molly.  "Then maybe we'll leave."
 "Okay," answered Josh, "That's cool."  Tough negotiator, thought Josh.
 "One problem, though," added Molly, "Jenna's little brother's hungry too. 
He's outside of the barn."
 "Oh, jeeeez, are you like a gang or something?  How many more you got 
outside?"
 Molly smiled.  "There's just him.  He's cool.  Can he eat too?"
 "Sure.  Why not.  Go get him.  How old are you guys anyway?"
 Molly answered him as Jenna went to get her brother.  "Me and Jenna are 
14.  Andrew's 12.  Whaddya got to eat?" As Jenna and her brother returned, 
Josh, Katy, and Molly rummaged through the food supply, passing out 
sandwiches, fruits, drinks, and cookies. Katy was glad she had oversupplied 
their lunch basket.
 Katy surveyed Andrew, or Andy as he preferred, as they ate.  He was a 
small boy and a very young looking 12 years old.  He seemed to be painfully 
shy.  Whenever she caught him looking at her, which was every time she 
looked his way, his face turned bright red.  Katy liked him immediately.
 Through lunch, Molly and Josh continued their rude repartee, as it became 
less a dialogue than a conversational game of one-up-manship. Molly was 
spunky and did not unnecessarily reveal anything about herself or the other 
two.  She did let Josh and Katy know, however, that the three of them had been 
spying on them for some time, and had witnessed Katy's performance, and her 
trip to the car for the leash, and Josh's whipping of Katy's breasts near the 
entrance to the barn. Then it was Katy's turn to blush.  She glanced quickly at 
Andrew and caught him staring intently at the front of her tshirt.  Katy knew 
her nipples were probably protruding against the material and it was clear that 
the boy was focused on that.  She wished they would leave.
 They finished eating quickly.  Molly and Josh continued chatting together, 
but now much more amiably.  They seemed to be birds of a feather in many 
ways.  They both were intelligent and confident. Also, they were enthusiastic 
collectors of baseball cards.  To Katy's complete amazement, it was decided 
that Josh, Molly, and Jenna would go by bicycle to Molly's house where 
complex trading negotiations were to take place involving Molly's collection of 
baseball cards.  As it worked out, the three youngsters had arrived at the barn 
by bike and since Josh needed a bike to follow the others, Andrew was deputed 
to stay behind in the barn to "guard" Katy while Josh used his bike for the trip.
 Katy tried, unsuccessfully, to assure Josh that she did not need guarding 
and that she would not attempt to flee in her car.  This was, in fact, true.  She 
knew it would not be a solution to her predicament and would instead 
aggravate it in the long term.  Josh would not be persuaded, however, and 
devised elaborate precautions to ensure that Katy would not escape.  First, he 
pocketed the car keys.  Then he tied her up.  He tied her arms with rope in a 
most painful manner. Her arms were pulled behind her back and her forearms 
were tied together tightly, such that her left wrist was tied to her right elbow 
and her right wrist to her left elbow.  Josh did not make the rope too tight but it 
was a very unpleasant way to be tied.  This was only the beginning, however.  
He next tied her ankles together with rope and made her lay down on her side 
in the hay.  He then roped her arms and her ankles together in a tight hogtie 
arrangement, arching her body severely.  As if this weren't enough, he also 
blindfolded her with a big bandana.
 Katy was now afraid.  She felt totally helpless and feared what might 
happen if Josh left her alone.  She knew she could not rely on Andy to protect 
her.  In fact, she suspected he would just run away as soon as the others left.  
She did not want to be left here alone in such a vulnerable state.
 "Josh.  Please, master.  You can't leave me like this."  In answer, Josh 
slapped her thigh, leaving a red hand print on her soft skin. Finding another 
piece of cloth, he stuffed her own panties into her mouth and tied the cloth 
around her head in a makeshift gag.
 "Okay, Andy.  If she makes any noise, just slap her a couple of times," 
Josh instructed.  Andy's eyes widened at this directive but he did not respond 
otherwise. Seconds later, Katy heard Josh, Molly, and Jenna run out of the 
barn. Then she heard only silence except for the creaking of the barn itself in 
the wind and the soft crunch of hay as Andy settled in to his guard duty. Katy 
tried to fidget her body into a more comfortable configuration but she 
eventually gave up. Squirming in the hay only pushed the stiff hay stalks 
against her skin and under her clothes. She settled down to wait for Josh's 
return.
 Immediately, she began to ache.  Her arms, her elbows, her legs, her torso, 
her ankles all ached from the ropes and from the contorted stretching of the 
hogtie.  Her head itched under the blindfold.  Her jaw ached and her tongue 
was drying out from the cotton panty in her mouth. The straw dug into her skin 
on her legs and arms.  Being a slave could be uncomfortable at times, Katy 
decided. She had nearly forgotten about Andy when she heard him moving 
toward her. She heard the rustling of the hay as he crawled to a kneeling 
position in front of her.  He must be checking her ropes, she thought, hopefully, 
but feared otherwise.  The next instant as she felt his small hand brushing 
lightly against the front of her t-shirt, then pressing more confidently as he 
followed the curve of her breast through the cotton.  Katy tensed.  She was 
helpless to prevent his touching her.  She could neither talk nor see, let alone 
move.  Also, in spite of herself, the attention was not unpleasant.  Katy did so 
love having her breasts touched, and this young fellow was doing it just right, 
gently, softly.
 Hypnotized by the boy's caresses, Katy barely breathed as she felt him 
tracing the curves of her breasts, exploring the swell of her nipples beneath the 
cloth.  She wondered at how boys could be so rude and crude most of the time 
but then so wonderfully tender at other times, like now. Katy was becoming 
wet from the stimulation of his touch.  Part of it was due to his gentle fondling, 
but she also realized that her helplessness, the bondage itself, was exciting her.  
She could barely move.  The boy could touch her body however he wanted and 
she could do nothing to stop him. Just the thought of it aroused her and the 
reality of it was delicious.  She felt his fingers tickle her skin near the button to 
her jean shorts.  Her clitoris tingled in response. His little fingers struggled to 
unbutton the top of the jeans.  Katy blushed, struggled uselessly against the 
ropes, and became wetter still.  She realized the crotch of her jeans must be 
visibly damp. She blushed more.  The boy, completely inexperienced and 
equally nervous, could not open the shorts. Frustrated with that, he moved back 
up to easier game, slipping his hands under her t-shirt. He exhaled audibly as 
his fingers touched the soft, soft skin of Katy's breasts. He massaged them, 
fondled them, tweeked them.  Katy was unable to control her desire, her need. 
She tried vainly to satisfy herself by sqeezing the rough denim between her legs 
but she could get no release from that. She would have talked to the boy, 
instructed him, even begged him but she could not be heard through the gag.
 Andrew interpreted her muffled squeals as sounds of resistance.  He 
paused.  She frightened him.  He thought he should stop touching her in case he 
got in trouble for it but he could not get enough of the feel of those wonderful 
breasts. He was actually touching tits. Titties. Boobs.  Breasts.  Those 
miraculous things of boyhood legend. Just wait until he told his friends. No, 
they would never believe him.  Her skin was so soft.  Much softer than he 
would have guessed. Much softer than his own.  He was very curious to see 
between her legs.  But those jeans, the stupid button wouldn't come open.  He 
tried the button again.  It opened easily.  He heard the girl moan. Did he hurt 
her?  Must be careful to not let her get free of the ropes.  She would probably 
scratch him to death.  He unzipped the jeans as far as they would go.  More soft 
skin, and also her hair.  He
could see hair there, not much, short, brown, not kinky or curly as he expected 
it would be. But it was definitely pubic hair.  His heart pounded inside his 
chest.  He wanted to see more. He needed to see IT.
 Katy felt the cooler air below her waist when he finally succeeded in 
opening her jeans. The poor little guy, she thought, a horny klutz. She felt him 
trying to pull her jeans down over her buttocks but he failed at that as well.  She 
was too heavy for him, it seemed, and the jeans were still too tight on her hips.  
Then she felt his small fingers slipping down into the front of her jeans, seeking 
tentatively, now very close to touching her sex.
 Instantly, Katy's attitude changed.  Before Andrew could reach his goal, 
Katy squirmed and twisted.  Andy pulled his hand away, confused. Katy 
wiggled around to lay on her stomach, protecting her front side from his touch.  
For some reason, Katy had a sudden inkling that she had to resist, that the boy 
was far too young.  She could not let him touch her. Andy sat back in the hay, 
frustrated.  At that moment, Josh returned. They heard first the clicking sound 
of the the bicycle and then the sound of his footsteps as he moved quickly from 
the front of the barn.
 "Everything okay, Andy?"  Josh asked.
 "Yeah, sure."  Andrew answered quietly, with an audible uncertainty that 
Josh heard.
 "Hey, kid.  What happened?  Did she bite ya?"
 "No.  Nothing happened.  Just.."
 "What?  Just what?  You can tell me.  Something you want, maybe?"
 "Yeah, kinda.  Is it okay if I touch her?"  Andrew fully expected to be 
rebuffed but decided he had nothing to lose by asking.  Just his pride, and the 
prize would be worth it.
 "Touch her?  You want to touch her?  Andrew.  Tell you what.  For being 
such a good sport and staying here and guarding my slave for me, I'm going to 
let you touch her."
 "Wow, cool.  Thanks."
 "Wait.  I'm also going to let you take all her clothes off.  And if you want, 
you can fuck her too.  Would you like to fuck her, Andy?"
 "Oh.  Yes!!!" Katy screamed, but the cotton panties in her mouth muffled 
the sound.
 "Okay, kid.  You got it.  I'll let you fuck her.  But you know what? I always 
like to have her do a little striptease dance for me to get me in the mood before 
I fuck her.  Yeah.  That's a good idea.  Let's untie her.  Then she can do a real 
nice striptease dance for us and then I'll take off for a few minutes and let you 
have at her.  How's that sound, Andrew?" Andrew expressed great interest and 
approval.

Part 10

 Josh untied Katy.  Her arms and legs were stiff and sore but she recovered 
quickly from the long minutes of tight, painful bondage. She massaged the 
blood back into her wrists and ankles as she looked up at Josh and Andy.  This 
was going to be unpleasant, she feared. She did not want to dance for these 
little creeps, with their leering little grins and pimply noses.  Disgusting 
situation. She felt like crying.  Miserable fate.
 It would be easy to run away, she thought.  She was wearing enough 
clothes, finally.  No shoes, though.  But she could still run for it and would 
probably be able to get away from them, if she were lucky. But Josh had her car 
keys, she remembered.  How far could she run?  It really didn't matter of 
course.  It was no use thinking about it.  If she wanted, she could just refuse to 
cooperate anymore.  Just stop obeying him like his perfect little slave girl, take 
her keys and walk away.  How many times in the last 24 hours had she 
pondered and weighed those options?  Over and over again, and every time she 
came to the same conclusion.  She could not refuse him.  The alternative, Josh's 
threat, was too unpleasant.  She had to obey him.  Whatever he wanted, 
whatever he told her to do, she would do it.  Miserable fate, she thought again, 
as she stood up from the hay-covered floor. 
 "Ready to dance for us, Katy?"
 "Yes, master.  How would you like me to do it, master?"  The sound of her 
own voice made her feel ill.  How sickeningly submissive she was. Jump?  Oh, 
surely, master. How high, master?  Ugh.  She disgusted herself. Josh grinned 
happily. The younger boy merely gawked. He gawked so hard that it seemed 
his face might crack.  But he too seemed happy. Katy's stomach turned.  Let 
this horrid thing be over, she willed. 
 "You can't do a good striptease without music," said Josh.  "Plus, you don't 
have a lot of clothes on so it's not going to be a very long striptease. Bummer."  
Josh appeared to be thinking out loud.  Katy waited.  Andy gawked.
 "I know," he said.  "The car has a radio.  We could bring the car into the 
barn.  That'll work.  Sure.  And also, I brought along a few extra clothes for 
you, Katy.  So you should be able to have a nice costume to strip out of for us."  
Josh smiled sweetly.
 "Yes, master," Katy answered, resignedly.  Let's just get this over with, she 
thought to herself. Minutes later, Josh had the car parked in the front of the 
barn, just within the door.  He also tried to close the barn door as well but was 
unable to do it, even with Andy's help.  The metal wheels and runners were too 
rusted.  Josh really did not want to attract any more visitors, but the open door 
would have to do.  Katy, meanwhile, had retreated to an empty stall in the back 
of the barn to change into her "costume".  Josh had pulled a plastic bag out of 
his seemingly bottomless backpack and thrust it at her.
 "Here you go, Katy.  This stuff will work for a costume.  Put everything on 
that's in this bag.  You'll figure it out." Katy spread the items out on the stall's 
low dividing wall.  There was a long, polyester dress, a cheap thing in an ugly 
floral print.  It looked slightly large for her.  There was an old slip.  The slip 
was hemmed very short, like for a miniskirt.  There was also a white cotton bra 
and matching bikini panties.  The dress and the slip looked like they had been 
pulled from a Salvation Army drop box.  Katy guessed that the underwear 
belonged to her friend Beth.  Katy was sure that Josh was not above stealing 
such items from his sister's dresser. When she put on the bra she was certain 
that it was Beth's because Katy's bust was a little fuller than her friend's and 
this bra was tight.  She pulled the slip over her head, quickly adjusting the thin 
straps over her shoulders.  Finally she put on the dress.  It smelled horribly of 
mothballs and was thin and frayed.  Several of the many buttons in the front 
were missing.  Not pretty.  Not what she thought of as a typical stripper's 
costume, but that was not her concern.  She looked and felt more like a hick 
farmer's wife, barefoot and pregnant. She was barefoot, certainly, but at least 
she wasn't pregnant. Good thing she was on the pill, she mused, because she 
had already had enough chances to get pregnant today.  And the day was only 
half over. Josh and Andy were sitting on a hay bale and grinning like monkeys 
when she returned, "in costume", to the front part of the barn. 
 "Whoooeeee," jeered Josh.
 "Over there's your dance area," he told her, pointing to a small open space 
a few feet in front of them.  "Stand right there and wait while I turn on the 
radio.  As soon as I give the signal, you can start.  And Katy?  Make it real, real 
sexy.  Understand?"
 "Yes, master."
 "Yes, Katy," he continued, "you do understand.  You know what it can feel 
like if you don't do exactly what I want.  How much it can hurt. Right?"
 "Yes, master.  I know."  She did know.  She clearly remembered the feel of 
the belt on her skin.  She would dance her best.  She would be sexy. Josh 
jumped to the car and turned on the radio, tuning it to a rock station.  The 
music, though not loud, drowned out the sounds from outside the barn.  Before 
taking his place again on the bale next to Andy, Josh walked over to Katy.  
Before she could even realize what he was about to do, Josh pushed one hand 
roughly down the front of her dress.  He grabbed her right breast, squeezing it.
 "EEEEeeeeh", she shrieked in surprise.  He released her breast but then 
immediately crouched and pushed the same hand up her skirt and grabbed her 
buttock, squeezing it roughly also.  He held her that way for merely an instant 
and then he was walking back toward Andy.
 "Just checking if she's got her bra and panties on like she's supposed to," he 
informed the boy.  And also proving some kind of macho point, thought Katy.  
Stupid, rude boys.
 "Dance, slave," Josh commanded as he sat. Very ungracefully, Katy began 
her performance.  She hadn't really imagined how she would actually do the 
dance.  She had never seen a striptease dance before but she supposed that 
neither had Josh or Andy.  Her objective, her mandate, was to be real, real sexy 
- whatever that entailed.  She could only guess. She began to pick up a 
movement which went well with the song on the radio.  She swayed in place, 
moving her arms slowly up and down the sides of her dress, caressing her body.  
The boys seemed appreciative, at first.  She continued, accentuating, 
magnifying the movements, swaying sensuously.
 Andy's eyes did not blink.  He watched every movement of her hips, of her 
hands and arms.  Had it not been for his eyeballs tracking her gestures he would 
have been as motionless as a statue. After a minute or two of this, Josh gave 
Katy a bored look and then signaled to her to proceed, to get going, to do 
something more.  The song ended and another started immediately.  This one 
had a much faster beat. Katy's dance became livelier.  She twirled, glided, 
stretched, mimicking her memories of jazz routines she had seen.  She moved 
gracefully through her space.
 She thought she was dancing well, but it seemed that even Andy was 
becoming impatient with her choreography.  This wasn't good.  She danced 
toward them.  Stopping within inches of Andy's knees, she sensuously slid her 
fingers down her right leg, then fingered the hem of the long dress, picking it 
up, pulling it back up her leg, sliding it up to her knee, above her knee, then 
further.  Andy stared long and longingly at Katy's exposed thigh.  She released 
the hem, letting the material drop and cover her leg.  Swaying her hips 
seductively to the beat, she repeated the movement, this time with her left leg.  
Andy looked uncomfortable.
 Andy could barely believe his good fortune at stumbling into this situation.  
Just the night before he had gone to great lengths to sneak a look at his sister's 
friend Molly in the nude.  He very nearly got himself into a great deal of big 
trouble because he had to sneak out of the house after his curfew and hide 
himself in the bushes near Molly's bedroom window for what seemed like 
hours waiting for her to go to her room.  All he got out of it was a brief, 
frustratingly obscured glimpse of skinny old Molly in her bra and panties.  And 
that was for only a second at the most.  It was a great disappointment following 
weeks of careful planning.  He went back home, crestfallen, to masturbate over 
the thought of what he might have seen.  And today? Today he is inches away 
from a beautiful woman, a woman who is taking off her clothes right in front of 
him, in broad daylight, with no stupid curtains in the way.  Andy felt his penis 
bulging stiffly, uncomfortably cramped in his jeans.  He squirmed in his seat 
but did not take his eyes from the sight.  He didn't remember if he had blinked 
since she started dancing.  He couldn't remember breathing. She was the most 
beautiful woman he had ever seen.
 He watched her let the fabric slip back down her left leg.  She moved away 
from him, over to Josh.  Andy could not understand or imagine what kind of 
control Josh had over this girl but he did not care to question it.  He was 
grateful to share in its rewards.  Don't look a gift horse in the mouth.  Was that 
the saying?  He watched her as she bent over the other boy, her head moving 
down toward his, her hair falling into his face.  She unbuttoned the top button 
of the dress, her fingers just inches from Josh's face.  The top button was open. 
She danced and swayed in place.  Josh picked up on the cue and unfastened the 
next button.  She moved away from him, back to Andy. 
 She wants me to unbutton the next one, he realized suddenly.  His crotch 
ached.  His fingers shook uncontrollably as they fumbled to undo the next 
button.  Done.  Then another.  He was very close to her chest.  He looked down 
her dress, down her slip.  He could see the top of the white bra.  He could see 
the soft, smooth skin of her breasts as they curved gently into the bra.  
Cleavage.  Cleavage he could almost touch.  The next instant she pulled away 
from him, before he could get to the next button.  The song had stopped.  The 
radio man was yakking.  Andy watched as the girl backed away from them, her 
dance on hold until the next song.  Damn, now he's giving the weather. Can't 
she strip to the weather report?  Andy looked over at Josh. Josh was looking at 
him, though.
 "Not bad so far, huh?" Josh enquired, smiling.
 Andy tried to answer yes, but the only sound that came out was a hoarse 
croak.  He swallowed.  His throat was dry.  He tried again. "Yeah, pretty good."  
What a lame thing to say, Andy thought, this is way more than pretty good. The 
weather report ended.  Now the deejay was yelling about some stupid radio 
contest.  Who cares?  Play a damn song!!! Josh got up from his seat, looking 
bored.  Why didn't he make her dance, Andy wondered.  Josh strolled calmly 
out of the barn as the
radio begged them to enter the contest to win a wonderful prize.  Andy saw 
Josh leaning against the door frame looking out toward the yard as another 
song started.  Katy resumed her dance, now with only Andy as her audience.  
That's fine, Andy decided.  Josh is too weird anyway.
 Katy moved toward him again.  This song was loud and raucous, her dance 
wilder and faster than before. She swirled in front of him and stopped. Slowly, 
she pulled the dress over her shoulders and let it slip to the floor.  The slip was 
very short.  Her soft thighs were just inches away from him.  She backed away 
as the song thundered into a final verse. The next song was slower, quieter, but 
Andy didn't notice because within seconds Katy had removed the slip.  In only 
her bra and panties, she glided toward him, swaying gently with the tune.  Still 
holding the slip, she knelt at his knees, covering her chest with the material.  
Suddenly though, she threw the garment over her shoulder, letting it fall into 
the hay behind her.  Andy looked down at her soft skin, at her breasts, as they 
rose and fell, with her breathing, against the material of the bra.
 Andy blushed as he became aware of Katy's eyes watching his reactions. In 
spite of his shyness, he kept his gaze fixed on her breasts.  Her fingers reached 
back, finding the clasp to undo the bra.  He saw it loosen, slip forward, fall to 
her lap.  For the first time, he saw her breasts. They were more wonderful than 
he could believe possible.  He shivered with the desire to touch them, to hold 
them.  Could he?
 Katy rose to her feet.  Another song.  A little fast, but not loud. In only the 
tiny panties now, she danced in the hay for him.  Her breasts bobbed and 
jiggled, she knew, but she didn't care. In fact, it sort of amused her to watch his 
face as her breasts bounced before him. Boys! They were so fixated on breasts.  
It always amazed her. Katy was almost enjoying this. With Josh not watching, 
she was a little more relaxed.  Maybe because she felt she had more control 
over this one. That was it.  Andy did not intimidate her.  How could he? He was 
just a little boy. She was just playing with him.  But this could not last much 
longer.  Josh would be back in a second certainly.
 The panties must come off now, Katy knew, but she suddenly felt very shy 
about that. She started to pull them down but as she watched the boy's eyes she 
became embarrassed and blushed deeply.  After all she'd been through, this was 
hardly anything big, she told herself.  But still, she couldn't do it.  She could tell 
that the boy thought she was just being a tease. Pulling them down a little, 
exposing a little of her pubic hair, then pulling them back up. He wiggled on 
his seat, in anticipation.  She had to do it, but now the more she delayed the 
harder it was to get completely naked. 
 It will be easier for me, she thought, if he does it for me.  Without 
reflecting further, she danced sensuously toward him, sliding herself smoothly 
in front of him, between his knees as he sat on the low bale. Her fingers played 
with his hair, caressed his head, his ears.  His ears were hot, from blushing 
maybe.  She bent low and whispered softly in his ear.  "Would you pull down 
my panty, Andrew?" Andy nearly melted into the hay.  His sweaty fingers 
shook uncontrollably as he fumbled with the tight panty, tugging and pulling 
until it touched the hay at her ankles.  He looked up.  Her pussy was level with 
this eyes, inches away.  He swallowed, but his throat was like paper.  Without 
thinking, without even knowing where the idea came from, he kissed her.  He 
kissed her on the soft mound above her labia.  Katy shivered.  Not expected.  
Not unpleasant.
 At that moment, Josh walked back into the barn.  But with him were the 
two girls, Andy's sister Jenna and her friend Molly.  Andy nearly jumped out of 
his skin at the sight of the two girls.  This was the most supremely ultimate 
mood breaker, having his own sister intrude on what promised to be his first 
sexual experience.  Andy's spirits plummeted.
 "Don't let us interrupt your show Katy.  Why don't you dance this slow one 
with Andy?"
 "That's okay," mumbled Andy, glancing at his sister, "I gotta go home now 
anyway."  Andy stood up to leave, giving Katy's nude body one last glance.
 "Hey, no need to run off kiddo," Josh responded.  "I had a little chat with 
the girls here and they're cool.  They won't tell on you if you want to stay 
around for a little while."
 "Oh?"  Andy looked wary.
 "Don't worry, butthead," Jenna told him, "I won't tell mom.  But you owe 
me mega big time.  Got it?"
 "Yeah," croaked Andy, gratefully. Katy listened to the exchange with 
interest.  This Josh was a
frighteningly smooth talker.  She wondered what his chat with the girls had 
been about. Then, with their issues resolved, they all turned to look at Katy. 
She immediately felt very, very naked.
 "Andy," Josh said, "wouldn't you like to dance with Katy?  It's a slow 
song." Andy looked at his sister and Molly and then at Katy.  She looked so 
soft, so curvy, so gorgeous.  He didn't know how to dance but he didn't care.  
He wanted his arms around her.  He moved to her, pressed himself against her, 
and they danced.  She was a little taller than him but he didn't mind that and his 
erection was so painfully strained that he could barely move but that was okay 
too.  He was in heaven in her arms.  She was so soft, so nice, so sexy. Josh 
could tell that poor Andy was in need of release.  Katy could as well.
 "Katy, take Andy to the back of the barn and dance with him there. The 
girls and I will wait for you."
 "Yes, master." Katy and Andy walked quickly to the empty stall, Andy 
leading her by the hand. Once there, Katy tried to resume their slow dance but 
Andy balked.
 "No.  I don't want to dance."
 "Oh?  You don't?  Hmm, okay.  Let's go back to the others, then, I guess."  
Katy couldn't resist playing with him.
 "No.  Don't go.  I want to sleep with you.  Please?"
 Katy put on a confused face.  "Aren't we a little old for nap time?" Andy 
looked red, with anger, or frustration, or embarrassment, Katy wasn't sure.  
Better ease up, she thought.
 "You know what I mean," he told her.
 "Yes, I know.  I'm sorry.  Just tell me what you want me to do."
 "Close your eyes.  And just stand there for a minute."  Katy obeyed. She 
felt his hands on her body, exploring her completely, lingering on her breasts 
and nipples, her hips, her buttocks, her genitals, her thighs.  His touch was 
stimulating but not enjoyable.  It was the touch of a boy who had never touched 
a woman before, an excited groping, eager and clumsy.
 "Lay down on your back."  She obeyed him and waited, but nothing 
happened.  She opened her eyes.  Andy was standing above her, near her feet, 
with his shorts down around his ankles.  When he saw her open his eyes he 
instinctively covered his penis with his hands.  Katy suppressed a smile.
 "Um," he said, "I really don't know what to do exactly."
 "Okay," she answered, "come and lay down next to me.  I'll help you get 
started."  Katy resolved that if she had to have sex with him then she would 
teach him to do it the way she liked it best. She pulled him on top of her, 
kissing him.  He responded hungrily, kissing her, groping her, fondling her.  
She realized that he would ejaculate very soon, in seconds probably.  She 
pushed him off and put him on his back.  He protested at first but then merely 
whimpered as she rolled on top of him, straddling him, slipping his penis into 
her. She let her hips descend onto him, felt him push up into her.  He groaned, 
and then hugged her as his orgasm took him over immediately. She could feel 
his semen squirt into her, feel his body pumping.  It felt warm and good but not 
satisfying.  He's too young, she thought. He fucks like a bunny, too small, too 
quick, too selfish.  Oh well. He's a cute little fellow, though, she reflected as 
she hovered over his panting chest.  She let her breasts stroke his chest, let her 
nipples tickle his skin as he recovered from his exertion.  He looked at her face 
finally, smiling sheepishly.  He thanked her.  She smiled. Cute boy.  Cute baby.
 She pulled away from him and stood up.  He looked up at her from the 
hay, as he shyly pulled his pants up.
 "Did you come?" he asked.
 Katy smiled.  Why to lie?  "No, Andy, I didn't come."  He looked 
disappointed.
 "Why not?" Oh, this one has much to learn, Katy thought.
 "Um, well, it's just that sometimes I do and sometimes I don't.  It's 
complicated."
 "Wanna try again?  Maybe you could come this time?"
 "Oh, NO!  That's okay.  Really.  I enjoyed it just fine even if I didn't 
come."  Andy looked resolute.
 "But, I want to do it again."
 "Oh." Like a bunny, she thought.
 "Can you do it again?  So quick, I mean?" she asked.
 "Sure.  Lay down on your back.  I want to be on top this time." Resignedly, 
Katy obeyed.  She had no sooner settled back into the hay, however, than they 
heard the sound of Josh's voice calling to them. 
 "Yoo-hoo.  Andy boy, how you doing?  Having fun?"  The voice came 
from around the corner of the stall area, out of view.
 Josh spoke again.  "Andy, if you're still busy then that's cool, don't need to 
answer.  But if you're like done, then I need to get going now so, I'll be waiting 
in the front." Katy felt huge relief at these words.  She wanted nothing less right 
now than to leave this hellish barn.  Better to capitalize on Josh's feeble request 
for Andy to hurry.
 "Oh, Andy, that's my master.  He's being very polite but I know when he's 
in that mood he's really getting angry.  We better not do it again.  No time.  He 
wants me to go with him now.  I'm sorry.  Okay?"  Andy was horribly unhappy 
at this change in his fortunes.
 "I'll never see you again will I?" he asked.
 Katy's thought was hopefully not, but she answered, "Maybe, Andy. 
Maybe master will bring me back here sometime."  Then she thought about 
what she said and realized that it might well be true. The two of them made 
their way back to the front of the barn to join Josh, Molly, and Jenna.  For the 
second time that day, Katy felt the tickle of semen running down the inside of 
her thigh as she went naked up the main walkway of the barn.  Both of them 
blushed as they encountered the curious eyes of the other three.
 "Did you have fun, brother dear?" chided Jenna.  Andy gave her a dirty 
look, but Jenna seemed to sense the truth in his expression. Katy noticed that 
Josh had been busy while she had been with Andy. All of their stuff had been 
gathered and packed and put back into the car.  The car was in the yard and 
pointed toward the driveway.  He really was in a hurry to leave, she realized. 
Josh handed Katy her t-shirt and jean shorts and she gladly put them back on.
 Tossing her the keys, he said, "Let's get going.  It's almost dinner time.  I 
gotta get home."  Gratefully, Katy started walking toward the car, but stopped 
and turned to look when she heard Josh talking to Andy.
 "Andy, before I go I have a little surprise for you," he said.  Katy hoped 
this did not involve her.  Andy, however, perked up, evidently guessing that it 
did.
 "What kind of surprise?"
 Josh grinned.  "How would you like to have your own slave?"
 "Huh?  What do you mean?  You mean Katy?"
 "No.  Not Katy.  Katy belongs to me.  I'm talking about this one," he said, 
pointing to Molly.  Andy looked shocked.  So did Molly. "ME???", said Molly.
 "Yes, you, stupid slave," said Josh.  Turning back to Andy, he explained.
 "You see, Andy, a little while ago Molly made the decision to give herself 
to me as my slave.  Like Katy, but voluntarily, so to speak. So, now she's my 
property.  But you know, property can be given away and that's what I'm going 
to do.  I don't live around here so I'll not be able to keep her in line.  So, since 
you're such a good kid, you can have her."
 "No, wait," Molly protested.  "I wanted to be YOUR slave.  Not the 
butthead's."
 Josh looked at her sternly.  "Did you not just promise to obey my every 
wish and give yourself to me to own?"
 "Well, yeah, but.."
 "Then this is my command.  You will now be the property of Andrew and 
you will obey him as his slave just as you would have done for me. That's 
final." Molly was about to object further but hesitated.  She looked at Andy. 
Could be worse, she thought.  Besides, at least he's around.  Josh might never 
come back again.  This might be a better deal after all.
 "Well?", asked Josh.  Everyone, including Katy, and especially Andy, 
waited for her response.
 Timidly, softly, Molly answered.  "Ok, master."
 "Good.  From now on, you obey Andy.  Whatever he commands, 
everything he commands.  Now go to him." Molly stood in front of Andy and 
knelt at his feet.  Katy watched these developments in amazement.  Evidently, 
she realized, he had even had time to train her.
 "Okay Andy.  She's all yours if you care to have her.  What?  Yes or no?" 
Andy looked up, still almost too shocked to understand what was going on.
 ''Well, yeah!!  I mean, yes.  Absolutely.  Awesome."  Then came the 
grinning. A few seconds later, Josh and Katy were back in the car and pulling 
away from the barn.  Katy's last look at the three in the rear view mirror 
showed Molly, still on her knees, removing her bra to reveal small but nicely 
formed young breasts.  Little Andrew's Lucky Day indeed, she thought. As they 
drove back, Katy tried to delve into Josh's brain to learn how he had managed 
to enslave young Molly.  She could not imagine that he could have found some 
way to blackmail her.  She was mystified.
 "Katy, you have to understand something.  Some people want to be 
slaves."  That was all he would tell her.  It was a confusing, troubling idea. As 
they pulled onto Josh's street, he gave her his instructions for the evening.
 "After you drop me off, I want you to go home.  Clean up.  Pretty up. Be 
back at my house at 7:00.  No later.  Wear jeans, a blouse that buttons in the 
front, sneakers.  No underwear." Katy nodded.
 "Oh. By the way. My sister's coming home today. So you can two can chat 
when you come over."
 "Beth's back?? Cool!!" Katy was cheered by the thought of seeing her best 
friend again.  But then a bad, bad thought occurred to her.
 "Josh, master? You haven't told Beth about...  about, us I mean. Have 
you?"
 "Nope. But you will. You're going to tell her, and show her."




Part 11

 Katy's father was coming in late that evening from a business trip so she 
and her mother were eating a quiet dinner together.
 "You seem quite preoccupied this evening, dear," her mother remarked. 
"Did anything happen today?" Katy's mind raced through the day's activities.  
There was the incident with the truck drivers on the highway, the scene at the 
river, the barn.  Oh, yes the barn.  She'd had sex three times already today, been 
groped and masturbated on, been tied up and whipped, and generally 
humiliated.  And after dinner she had to go back for more of the same.
 "No, mom.  Nothing happened.  Pretty dull day."
 "Well that's too bad.  Well maybe the summer will become more lively 
when you start your French classes."  Her mother smiled her mother's smile.  
Katy sighed.
 "Oh.  You'll be glad to hear this.  I saw Marla today.  Mrs. Horton? She 
said that Beth was due back from college today.  She plans to be here for the 
summer, I believe.  Won't that be nice?  You two used to be so close."
 Katy looked up.  "Yes.  I know.  I'm going over to see her after dinner."
 "That's good.  She's such a nice girl.  The whole family is very nice."  Katy 
nearly choked.  If she only knew. The rest of the meal was more of the same, 
with her mother filling her in on comings and doings in the neighborhood.  At 
6:30, Katy was back in her room.  Adhering to Josh's instructions, she stripped 
and then put her jeans and blouse back on, without her bra and panty.  The 
blouse was a short sleeved summer thing but the material was fairly heavy.  
Josh had not told her she couldn't wear something modest. She slipped into her 
shoes and, after touching up her hair and make-up, she was out the door.
 The night was warm and the distance was short so she walked to the 
Horton's house, arriving there a few minutes before 7:00.  Mr. Horton was just 
leaving as she got to their door. They exchanged friendly greetings.
 "You run right upstairs, Kate.  Beth will be delighted to see you. She was 
just going to call you I think."
 "Okay, Mr. Horton.  I will."  Katy ran up the stairs, eager to see her friend 
again but dreading what Josh had in store for her.  Beth had been Katy's best 
friend throughout high school.  Although not quite as pretty as Katy, like Katy 
she had a strikingly sexy figure. Beth wore her light blonde hair shorter than 
Katy's reddish brown shoulder-length hair.  Katy and Beth had always been 
among the select few in high school, the top five or so most beautiful girls on 
campus.  They had therefore shared many of the same high school experiences 
in dealing with boys and with the other girls.  They thought of each other as 
intimate friends, friends who could and did tell each other everything.  Now 
there was one thing that Katy did not want to tell Beth. She feared she would be 
forced to do so anyway. Beth was unpacking her suitcases when Katy entered 
her room.  The two friends squealed their greetings and embraced each other. 
 "KATESTER!!!" shouted Beth.
 "BethAHHNEEEEEEE!!!!" yelled Katy in reply. For the next few minutes, 
the two friends regaled each other with news and updates concerning their 
college and extracurricular doings, mutual friends, and general girl stuff.  In the 
energy and excitement of being with her friend again, Katy completely forgot 
about Josh. Until he came to the door. Beth saw him first.
 "Hey, Josh," said Beth. "Is Dad still here?" A heavy, sick feeling seeped 
into Katy's stomach as she turned to see Josh watching her.
 "He just left," answered Josh. He smiled at Katy. "Hi, Katy," he said.
 "Hi," she answered, her voice a dull whisper.  Would he make her call him 
master?  Maybe he'd changed his mind about letting Beth know about their 
"arrangement."
 "Damn," said Beth.  "I wanted him to pick me up something at the store."  
Katy jumped at this potential opportunity to escape Josh.
 "Beth, whaddaya need?  I can drive you down.  We could make it a road 
trip like old times.  Wanna?  Let's go."  Beth readily agreed.
 "No," said Josh firmly.  "You're not leaving."  Josh entered the room, 
closing the door behind him.  Katy, seeing her not-so-clever ruse for evading 
Josh crumble and blow away, sank back into her chair.  Beth reacted with 
amazement and anger.
 "What the hell's your problem?," Beth demanded of her brother.
 "I don't have a problem," Josh replied, grinning.  "You two are the ones 
with a problem.  Katy, explain to my lovely sister why you can't go out with 
her right now.  Tell her why you'd much rather, instead, do whatever I tell you 
to do."
 Beth looked at her brother and then at her friend, very confused and more 
than a little worried.  What in the world was going on here? Katy slumped yet 
further into the chair, mortified into a surreal state, into a feeling of detachment.  
She started to speak and the words came out, but it seemed like someone else 
who was talking. Slowly, quietly, her eyes downcast, she told Beth about Josh's 
discovery of her secret deceptions,  about his threats and demands, and lastly of 
her acquiescence, her surrender to his will.  She did not go into detail, nor did 
she relate any of her experiences of the past two days.
 When Katy had finished, Beth was silent.  Katy looked at her friend, trying 
to discern her reaction. Beth suddenly erupted.
 "YOU LITTLE FUCKING ASSHOLE."  Beth tried to restrain herself 
from shouting at her brother because she did not want their mother to hear, but 
that only made her look more enraged as she hoarsely whispered her angry 
scolding and name-calling.  She seemed to oscillate between being angry about 
his reading her e-mails and spying on her and being angry about his 
blackmailing her best friend.  Josh remained smugly silent, sitting in Beth's 
study chair, waiting for the storm to pass.  Katy waited as well, uncomfortably 
aware that Beth would not be able to help her out of her predicament.
 During a lull in Beth's tirade, Josh reminded his sister that she had also 
been involved in the conspiracy to deceive Katy's parents, as he put it.  This 
was true, of course, since Katy had relied on Beth to help her construct and 
substantiate her alibi.  But that only made Beth more angry and she 
immediately started back in on him again, cursing and accusing. Eventually, 
she started to wind down, as though she had run out of energy or out of names 
to call her brother, or both.  She sat down hard on the edge of her bed, her body 
still shaking with frustrated fury.  Josh and Katy waited silently. After several 
awkward seconds, Beth suddenly looked at Katy, as though she had just come 
to some realization.
 "Katy, wait just a second here.  You said you agreed to do whatever he 
tells you to do.  What EXACTLY does that mean?  We're not talking like 
sexual stuff here are we?"  Beth hesitated to even ask the question. She didn't 
want to risk raising the possibility if it hadn't been articulated as yet.  From 
Katy's embarrassed expression, however, she realized the truth.  Her anger 
boiled to the surface yet again. 
 "You little slime," she said to Josh.  "How could you?  What did you do to 
her?  Did you touch her?  Did you have sex with her?!!"  Beth felt disgust and 
dread at the thought.
 "You'll find out all about that.  But first, you have to promise that you 
won't tell anyone about any of this.  Remember you'd be in almost as much 
trouble as Katy if her parents or our parents found out."
 "I'm not that stupid.  This has to stay between the three of us.  But that 
doesn't mean you won't get yours one day, little brother.  I'm going to get you 
good for this.  Real good."
 "Whatever," answered Josh, casually.  His arrogant confidence both 
enraged and frightened the two girls.  Josh turned to Katy.
 "Okay, slave.  Now you will stand up and tell Beth all about the fun things 
we've been doing for the past two days.  Don't leave any of the interesting 
details out either.  I know she'll be fascinated by the story.  Come on, slave.  Do 
it." Katy knew his use of the word slave was her cue to call him master.
 "Yes, master," she responded dutifully as she stood up to give her account 
of her two days of torture and abuse.  She had that sick feeling in her stomach 
again.  He was just being mean now.  What pleasure could he get from this?
 "Master?  Slave?  You gotta be kidding me.  This is sick!"  Beth's temper 
simmered just below the boiling point as Katy started to speak. Then she 
listened in rapt silence as the details unfolded. When Katy related the incident 
in the lingerie store at the mall, Beth stopped her.
 "Are you serious?  He actually made you get naked in front of a complete 
stranger??"
 "Beth," Katy answered, "just listen to the rest.  That's nothing compared to 
the stuff that happened today."  Beth eased back, now starting to realize the 
nature of the situation in which her friend was trapped.
 "Katy," Josh said, "I sort of already know the plot to this story, so to make 
it a little bit more interesting for me...  take off your blouse."  Katy blushed, 
ashamed at having to humiliate herself like this in front of her friend.  She 
looked at Beth, half expecting another outburst, but she was oddly quiet, 
seemingly deep in thought. Katy unbuttoned her blouse, pulled it out of her 
jeans, and let it slip from her shoulders to the floor.  Katy saw her friend's eyes 
focus on her breasts, feeling a little annoyed at her for staring at them so 
conspicuously. Katy resumed her narrative.  Just before she got to the incident 
at the highway rest area, Josh interrupted her again.
 "Shoes and jeans," he said simply.
 "Yes, master."  In seconds, Katy was obediently naked.  Again she looked 
at Beth to see her reaction, to see if she might try to help her, but was again 
flustered to see her looking at her body.  As she continued with her account, 
Katy realized her friend had stopped being argumentative.  Instead, she was 
listening intently and with obvious fascination. When her narrative reached the 
point of their arrival at the barn Josh joined her standing in the middle of the 
room.  Throughout the
remainder of her report he amused himself by fondling and caressing her body.  
Occasionally, his attentions caused her to jump and even squeal, as when he 
pinched a nipple particularly roughly or when his fingers probed her vagina 
with particular energy.  And so, in spite of her shame at the fact, Katy could not 
suppress her body's gradual arousal.  Beth merely watched in rapt bemusement. 
Katy had expected her friend to make some comments at certain key points in 
the story, but she had been completely quiet.  Katy guessed that the details were 
so amazing to her that she was too fascinated to interrupt.  But then, it was 
disconcerting to see her watching Josh's hands so attentively, as they explored 
and stroked her.
 "And then we drove back without anything else happening.  When I 
dropped Josh off he told me to come here tonight and that I would have to tell 
you that I was his slave."  With that, Katy ended her account of her 
experiences, so far, as Josh's slave. Beth was still silent.  For several long 
seconds she only watched as Josh continued to fondle Katy, now more 
intensely and intimately than before.
 "Now that Katy has gotten you all caught up on her news, I think it's only 
fair that I fill her in on something about you."  Josh spoke these words and then 
backed away from Katy, giving her a loud slap on the buttocks as he moved 
around her.  Katy winced in pain.
 "What are you talking about?"  Beth looked worried.  Now what was he 
doing?  Her annoying little brother had somehow become intimidating, 
inscrutable. Leaving Katy standing naked in the middle of the room, Josh went 
back to his chair, pulling out a sheave of papers as he slouched into the seat.  
He began to read.
 "August 22.  Katy left this morning for college.  I probably won't see her 
again until Christmas break, unless..."  Josh's reading was halted by a shrill 
screech from Beth.
 "HOW DID YOU GET THAT?????  GIVE ME THAT RIGHT NOW 
YOU LITTLE SHIT!!!!"
 "Hey, quiet down there Beth.  You don't want Mom to come up do you?  I 
bet Katy would rather she didn't."  Josh leered.
 "Give me that.  I can't believe you.  You have no right to go snooping in 
my stuff."  Beth's face was red with suppressed fury.
 "Shut up and sit down.  If you're stupid enough to keep a diary then you 
have to be ready to suffer the consequences."  Josh was calm, stern, in control.   
Beth sat down, shaking, looking fearfully at Katy.
 "What is it Beth?  What's going on?" asked Katy.  Beth just shook her 
head.  Josh explained, holding up the papers.
 "This is a photocopy of Beth's diary, Katy.  There's quite a bit in here about 
you.  A lot about you.  You really don't have any idea of how my sister really 
feels about you, do you?" Katy looked at her friend, sitting on the bed.  Beth's 
hands covered her face.  She seemed to be crying.
 "I don't understand," said Katy.
 "Katy," Josh continued, "Beth is a lesbian.  Or maybe bisexual. There's a 
couple of guys in her diary too.  So maybe she does both. But anyway, the 
thing is, she's had the hots for you for a long, long time." Katy felt dizzy.  Beth 
whimpered.
 "No," Katy said, "that can't be.  It's not true.  Beth's gone out with lots of 
guys.  I don't believe this."
 "Hey," Josh said, "it's not my diary.  Ask Beth."
 "Beth?"  Katy looked at her friend.  "Is this true?  Do you really like me 
THAT way??" Beth looked up, her face red, tears running down her cheeks.
 "Katy, I'm so sorry.  I've wanted to tell you this for so long.  I wanted you 
to know.  I do like you as my friend, but I also, I mean... God, you're so 
incredibly sexy, so beautiful. You have no idea how hard it's been for me to be 
so close to you and not be able to touch you."  Beth seemed to regain her 
composure, and her confidence, as she spoke.  It seemed like a burden was 
lifting from her. 
 "Omigod," said Katy.  As Beth spoke, as she told her of her feelings and 
her desires, many little things started to make sense.  Like why Beth never 
seemed to find that right guy.  Katy and the other girls used to kid Beth about 
being too picky.  Beth would always say something like he's real nice and 
everything but he doesn't really turn me on.  Now Katy knew why.
 "Are you gay or bi?"  Katy asked.  Not that it really mattered, she thought, 
but she was curious.
 "Bi.  But I guess I prefer girls.  I have a girlfriend at college. Nothing 
serious."  Katy nodded.  She felt like a wall had slammed down between them.  
She wanted to cry.  Beth would never be her friend again, not like before.
 "Okay, ladies.  Enough with the chitty chat.  Now for the latest update.  
Are you both listening??" Katy and Beth both looked at Josh and with the same 
sickening thought: now what?
 "Now that everybody's cards are out on the table, so to speak, here's how 
things are going to be.  Beth, as you know, I own Katy.  She is my slave.  But, 
since you're my sister, and since I'm such a nice, loving brother, I will let you 
use her from time to time.  Katy, if Beth ever tells you to do anything, you will 
do it.  You will obey her and please her just as if she were me.  Understand?" 
Both girls looked at Josh in amazement, but with entirely different feelings.
 "Well??"  Josh prompted, when Katy did not answer him immediately. 
Katy knew that tone.
 "Yes, master."
 "Good.  Great.  Enough talking.  Let's have some fun."  Katy didn't like the 
sound of that.  She looked at Beth.  Beth smiled at her.  A loving smile, like her 
old friend Beth.  Maybe she wouldn't push her advantage, thought Katy. Josh 
looked out the window.  Beth's bedroom window had a view of the driveway.
 "Dad's back," he announced, "with the videos.  You guys up for some 
popcorn and movies?  I hope he was able to get a copy of Scream. Let's go 
downstairs." Katy was amazed at how controlled Josh sounded, as though 
everything were perfectly normal.
 "Katy," he said, "call your folks and tell them you're going to stay 
overnight.  Tell them we're going to stay up late watching movies and stuff.  Do 
it."  He pointed to Beth's phone.
 "Yes, master."  Katy made the call.  When she finished talking with her 
mother she told Josh that she would have to be back at her house by 9:00 A.M.  
She had to get ready for church.
 "That's fine," he said.  "Now put your blouse back on.  But not the jeans.  
Beth, give Katy one of your skirts to wear for tonight – the shortest one you 
have." Beth went to her closet and pulled out a tiny cotton skirt.  It looked like 
a tennis skirt but lighter.  Katy could not imagine when Beth would wear such a 
thing.  Beth handed it to her and she put it on.  It barely covered anything.  She 
felt ridiculous.
 "It's meant to be worn with a swimsuit," Beth explained.  Then she looked 
at her brother, hoping to reason with him.
 "Josh, let me give her the matching bikini bottom to wear with it. She can't 
go downstairs dressed like that.  Mom and Dad are sure to notice."
 "No they won't.  Not if she's careful.  And I like her better this way.  
Except for one thing.  That blouse looks stupid with that skirt."  This was true, 
Katy thought.  The blouse, not tucked in, went down nearly as far as the skirt 
itself.
 "Give me scissors," Josh said to Beth.
 "Don't cut it," Beth pleaded, "that must be an expensive blouse."
 "Then she'll eventually learn not to wear good clothes when she comes to 
serve me.  Give me the scissors."  In seconds, Josh had snipped away the 
bottom few inches of the blouse so that it reached to only an inch or two above 
her navel.
 "Mmm," said Josh, caressing the soft skin of her abdomen, "I love her 
belly button.  I needed to be able to see it.  Don't you think her belly is really 
sexy?"  Beth gave her brother a dirty look.  Josh grinned. The three then went 
down to the living room.  To Katy's great relief, Mr. and Mrs. Horton were in 
the kitchen and did not see her as she came down.  She and Beth went 
immediately to the living room sofa. Katy sat on one end.  Beth sat next to her 
and handed her a small throw pillow to place on her lap.  The pillow, as well as 
Beth sitting right next to her, helped to cover her well enough, she realized.
 The first part of the evening went without incident.  Mr. and Mrs. Horton 
joined them and together they all watched The English Patient. Katy felt 
relaxed, safely cocooned in the sofa.  She was even able to join in the family's 
joking with each other, just like old times. Josh, being his old self, kept whining 
about how boring the movie was. Each time he did so, his mother would say 
something like, "just wait Josh, the next part is where the space aliens attack."  
Silly, parent stuff, but it made Katy feel secure and she nearly forgot about her 
predicament.  As soon as that movie was over, however, their parents quickly 
said their goodnights and went to bed.  Katy knew that their bedroom was on 
the same floor but on the other side of the house.  She suddenly felt, again, at 
Josh' mercy.
 As soon as his parents were out of the room, Josh ran upstairs, returning in 
seconds with Katy's collar and leash.  These he locked onto her neck with the 
padlocks, slipping the keys into his pocket. Now it's started, she thought 
unhappily. Her feeling of cozy safety vanished. Josh tugged on the leash, 
pulling Katy up to a standing position. Silently, he unfastened the few 
remaining buttons of her blouse, letting it hang loosely on either side of her 
breasts.  He squeezed and kneaded her breasts for a few seconds and then told 
her to kneel down on the carpet, facing the sofa.  She obeyed.  As she looked 
up from the floor, her eyes met Beth's and she blushed.  She felt ashamed, 
humiliated, and also, in the new knowledge of her friend's sexual preferences, 
more exposed and vulnerable than ever.  She knelt as Josh had instructed her, 
with her buttocks on her heels and her knees together.  Her upturned palms 
rested on her bare thighs, the short skirt barely covering her pubic hair.
 "Nice.  Stay like that for a while.  You look beautiful."  So saying, Josh 
started the next movie, Scream, and settled onto the sofa next to Beth.  Katy 
held her position, becoming increasingly uncomfortable, kneeling with her face 
toward the sofa and her back to the TV.
 "Aren't you at least going to let Katy watch?" asked Beth.  "This is a great 
movie."
 "Slaves don't need to be entertained," Josh replied.  "Katy gets her fun 
from serving me.  Right, Katy?"
 "Yes, master," Katy droned.  Josh giggled.  Beth made a disgusted face. 
Several minutes into the movie, Josh told Katy to make some more popcorn, as 
the batch they had made for the first movie was all gone. Katy obediently went 
to the kitchen, dragging the end of the leash along the carpet as she walked.  At 
the barn, she had learned well that the punishment for touching the collar with 
her hands without permission was quick and severe. Katy soon returned with 
the fresh popcorn and placed the bowl on the sofa between Josh and Beth.  Beth 
thanked Katy.  Josh ignored her. She resumed her kneeling position, facing 
Josh, waiting for further instructions.  Beth offered her some popcorn but Josh 
refused that, saying he was watching her figure.  This made him giggle again. 
 "Katy," he said, "recite your credo for Beth." At first, Katy was confused. 
Credo? What is he talking about? Then, like a dull pain, the memory returned. 
She recited.
 "I am your slave, master. I will obey your every command. I am your 
property."
 "Mmm," said Josh, "I love it when you say that." He pressed the pause 
button on the remote.
 "Hey!" exclaimed Beth, "this is a good part. Take it off pause."
 "I will. But I'm getting sick of that stupid blouse.  Katy, stand up and take 
off the blouse."
 "Yes, master." Katy stood. The blouse slipped from her shoulders. She 
then handed it to Josh, who threw it over his head to land behind him on the 
floor.
 "That's much better.  Your breasts are so sexy, Katy.  Don't you think her 
breasts are sexy, Beth?" This was too much, Beth thought.  He's just pouring 
salt into the wound now.  She could not let him get to her, not let him make her 
participate in his humiliation of her best friend.
 "Turn the movie back on, jerk," she answered.  But he continued.
 "Tell me Beth, should I tell her to take off the skirt also?"  Beth looked 
straight ahead, refusing to answer.  Josh persisted. "I know you want to see her 
naked again, Beth.  And you know that we know it, too.  You know?  No one 
has secrets here.  Tell you what. Why don't YOU tell her to take it off?"  Beth 
hesitated.  It was true. Everything was out in the open.  Katy knew how she felt 
about her.  No use trying to hide it.  It would be so nice.  It's what she'd been 
wanting for so many years.  Just to see Katy naked, to be able to touch her.  
Beth felt herself getting wet.  Katy was so pretty.  She couldn't suppress her 
feelings any longer.
 "Take off the skirt, Katy."  She blurted it out, impulsively, then 
immediately regretted it.  Josh smiled.  Katy looked at her with a shocked, hurt 
expression.
 "No.  I'm sorry, Katy.  I didn't mean it.  Please, I wasn't thinking. Don't 
take it off."  Beth tried to repair the damage.
 "Oh, hell, Beth" said Josh.  "Quit blabbering.  Katy, you know it's gonna 
come off so you might as well take it off now." With a glance toward Beth, 
Katy slipped out of the skirt.  Josh threw
the skirt behind him as well.  At a signal from Josh, she resumed her kneeling 
position as he started the movie playing again. In spite of herself, Beth could 
not resist a quick look at Katy's pussy as she knelt. This situation will be very 
difficult to resist, Beth realized. She tried to focus on the movie, but her eyes 
often wandered astray to settle on Katy's body. There was something about that 
position that displayed her hips and thighs so irresistibly, so lusciously, Beth 
reflected.
 A few minutes later, Josh again spoke to Katy.  "Feed me a piece of 
popcorn, slave. Put it in my mouth." Katy obeyed, standing up and placing a 
piece of popcorn between his lips. Beth watched her, entranced.
 "Now one for Beth," he said.  Katy hoped that her friend would object but 
instead Beth silently acquiesced.  She placed a piece of popcorn in Beth's 
mouth as well.  To her surprise, Beth kissed her fingertips as she pulled them 
away.  Josh smiled.
 "Okay, Katy, give me another one.  But this time I want to take it out of 
your lips."  Katy gave Josh a dirty look but she complied, holding a popcorn in 
her lips and bringing her face to his.  Beth watched the exchange with great 
interest, not failing to notice, to savor, how Katy's breasts dangled over his lap 
as she bent down to him.  Josh took the morsel into this mouth, but he held her 
head longer so he could lick and suck the butter and salt from her lips.
 "Mmm," he said, "you're soooo tasty.  Now give one to Beth, same way." 
Beth's eyes got big.  She had to refuse, she thought.  She could not let her 
friend be forced into doing something that was against her nature.  But the 
words did not come.  She watched Katy put another popcorn between her lips 
and move resignedly over to her.  She watched, mesmerized, paralyzed, as 
Katy's  face arched toward hers. Katy's eyes were closed.  Beth took the corn 
from her, their lips barely touching.  Then Katy was standing again.  The 
exchange was over in an instant.  Beth felt relief mixed with disappointment 
and frustration.
 "Nooo, Beth.  That's not the way," chided Josh.  "You're not getting all the 
yummy butter and salt from her lips.  You gotta lick her lips. That's the best 
part.  Katy, let her lick your lips."  Katy took a deep breath and bent down to 
meet Beth's lips again.  Beth could no longer exert her will power to resist.  She 
met Katy's lips, licked them, sucked them.  Katy was so soft, so feminine.  She 
loved her so much.  Her tongue probed, tried to enter Katy's but Katy wouldn't 
let her do that.  Beth felt her own arousal creep over her, overpowering her.  
But at the same time she felt Katy's indifference, if not disgust.  Beth pushed 
her away, more frustrated than before.
 "All this lip-licking has gotten me just really ready for bed, if you catch my 
meaning.  I'm going upstairs.  Katy, let's go.  You'll be sleeping with me in my 
bed, of course."  With that Josh abruptly got up, grabbed Katy's leash, and 
roughly tugged her behind him.  He picked up her skirt and blouse on their way 
up the stairs.  Seconds later, Beth heard a faint squeal coming from her 
brother's room.  He had done something to her, she guessed, touched her 
somehow.  Beth's frustration was intense.  She walked slowly to her room.  She 
undressed, got into bed, and pulled the covers over her head. Somehow, she 
thought, she too would have Katy this night.

Part 12

 Katy woke. In a sleepy state of semi-awareness she tried to remember 
where she was. She was not in her dorm room and not in her bedroom at home. 
Where? Then, in the next instant, she became full awake and remembered 
exactly where she was. The realization brought with it an automatic feeling of 
dread and disgust. She was in Josh's bed.
 She heard his snoring. She had been asleep with her back to him but the 
sound of his snoring, or something uncomfortable, had woken her. She was 
naked. The collar and leash were still locked around her neck, chafing and 
pulling. She could feel the metal chain under her left hip, pressing into her skin. 
She lifted herself to pull it out from under her, pushing it into a pile on the 
mattress next to her. That felt much better. His body pressed against hers, his 
right arm draped over her torso, his right leg on top of her left thigh. His chest 
pushed against her when he inhaled. He sleeps soundly, she thought. In her 
dreamy, sleepy state Katy felt comfortable. Aside from the repugnant 
circumstances of her being his slave - forgetting that for a second - it was really 
rather cozy being in his bed, in his arms. After all, her drowsy mind reasoned, 
he actually is a handsome young man, sexy even. And, as she had discovered 
earlier this evening, sex with him could be very, very pleasant. She drifted back 
to sleep.
 Sometime later, she woke again. There was a sound at the door to his 
room. Someone trying the knob. The door was locked, she knew. Josh had 
locked it as soon as they had come into his room. Who could it be at this hour? 
She looked at the clock on his dresser. It was after two in the morning. Was it 
one of his parents? Had they discovered that Katy wasn't asleep in the guest 
room?  Oh God, don't let that happen. The only other person it could be was 
Beth. Why would she come to the room? There was no more sound. Maybe she 
had imagined it, she decided.
 Now she felt uncomfortable. She had been lying in this position too long. 
She wanted to turn around, to sleep on her other side. But that would put her 
face to face with Josh, and perhaps wake him up. Did she want to risk that? She 
needed to change her position. She wouldn't be able to sleep otherwise. She 
turned around to rest on her right side, facing him, careful to move slowly to 
avoid disturbing him. His right arm still rested on her, but she had had to 
extricate her leg from under his.  He fidgeted slightly but slept right through it. 
Good, she thought. Sound sleeper. Yes, this feels better. Now I can sleep too.
 But she couldn't sleep. She listened to his breathing, calm, peaceful. 
Masculine. This was really pleasant, she decided. Cozy. Then she wondered, is 
he naked still too?  His chest was bare, and his legs, but had he put on pyjamas 
or shorts before sleeping? She couldn't remember. The sex had been intense. 
Then they had fallen asleep. Now she was curious. She touched him, feeling his 
warm
chest. Her fingers moved down his body, softly, not wanting to wake him. The 
fingers of her left hand traced a line along his right side, down the side of his 
abdomen, across his waist, along his thigh. No clothes. He was naked too. 
Okay, fine. Now sleep, Katy, she thought. But she couldn't sleep.  Her hand 
still rested on his thigh. Why didn't she move it off?  His skin felt nice to her. 
His thighs were strong, muscular, the result of his mountain bike riding, she 
supposed. Her hand moved further back. And his buns - nice, firm buns. 
Yummy buns. She pulled her hand back toward her, letting her fingers slide 
over his hips, letting them drop. Yes. His penis. She touched it ever so gently. 
Somehow, it moved slightly, as though it had a life of its own. She held it, 
wrapping her palm around it. It was small now, and soft. It had been quite 
otherwise before. But now he slept and it slept too. Katy sighed. She STILL 
had not seen it. What was he ashamed of?  Did he think he was too small? That 
she might laugh at him? She had known another guy who had had that problem. 
For good reason, sadly. Josh had nothing to worry about in that regard. But he 
would not let her see it. At the barn he had kept her eyes closed. This evening 
he had removed his underwear only after getting under the covers with her. 
What was he hiding? Was it deformed somehow? Discolored?  Her fingers 
explored it's length, it's base. It certainly felt fine. Very fine, in fact. Now she 
was curious. She wanted to see it.  But there was no way.  Even if she moved 
the covers off it was too dark in the room.  Maybe. 
 That sound again. There definitely was someone at the door. She hadn't 
imagined it. Someone was testing the lock. Now clicking sounds, metal on 
metal. Suddenly the door opened. A head peaked in. It was Beth. She had 
jimmied the lock. Katy pretended to sleep, remaining motionless, eyes closed. 
She heard, or felt really, Beth walking softly toward the bed. Beth nudged her 
shoulder, trying to wake her. She couldn't feign sleep now. But she didn't want 
to go with Beth.  Not now that she knew what she did about Beth. If Josh 
wakes up she'll have to leave, she thought. Katy's hand still encircled Josh's 
penis. She squeezed, not hard, but hard enough to do the job, her long nails 
pressing into the soft skin. Josh woke instantaneously.
 "Huh??" Beth pulled back from the bed, clearly surprised to have awoken 
her brother with just a gentle tap on her friend's shoulder. He's so hard to wake 
up in the morning, Beth thought. Now when I want him to sleep, he wakes up.  
Damn luck. "Whaddya want?" Josh mumbled groggily to Beth.
 "Nothing. Just sleep."
 "Yeah right. You want Katy, don't you? That's okay. Go ahead. Have her. 
I'm done with her for now. Just bring her back when you're finished. I want her 
back in bed with me when I wake up." With that, Josh pushed Katy away from 
him and turned around. Within seconds, he was fast asleep again. Katy felt 
strangely betrayed. Then she felt the tug of her collar at her neck. Beth was 
pulling on the end of the leash. She got out of the bed and quietly followed 
Beth to her room. Right then, more than ever before, she felt as though she 
really was a slave. Like property, livestock, to be passed from owner to owner, 
user to user. Beth locked her bedroom door once they were both inside.
 "Beth," she said, "please don't ask me to do anything. I'm tired. I just want 
to sleep."
 "Katy, I know. I'm sorry. I haven't slept a minute since we came upstairs. 
I've just been thinking about you. I'm sorry. I love you so much. Please. It won't 
be bad. Really. You might like it. It's so much better with a girl than with a boy. 
I'll show you. Please?" The last word was a whispered plea.
 "I can't. Please don't ask me. I'm just not in any way interested in girls. 
Please understand. I can't do it. It would feel awful to me, I know." Katy still 
loved her friend and so did not say how she really felt. She didn't want to tell 
her, for fear of hurting her, of insulting her, how the idea of being with a girl 
disgusted her. Beth stepped away. She turned on the lamp. It took a few 
seconds for her eyes to adjust before she could see. Beth was sitting on her 
study chair, pondering, playing with the leather strap at the end of the leash, 
deep in thought. She was wearing an oversized t-shirt, and when she moved in 
her seat Katy could see that that was all she wore. Beth seemed to be struggling 
with a decision. She looked up at Katy, her nude body glowing in the light of 
the lamp. Her eyes brightened, her interest obvious.
 "Please, Beth," Katy tried again, "let me just go back to sleep."
 "You want to go back to my brother?" Beth asked sharply. Katy felt stuck. 
There seemed no way for her to avoid hurting Beth's feelings. Then so it would 
have to be. It was better to break your best friend's heart than to have sex with 
her, she decided.
 "If the alternative is sleeping with you? Yes. I'm sorry Beth but that's how I 
feel." Beth's face turned sour, angry. Her voice was cold and flat when she 
answered.
 "When you were in the kitchen making the popcorn before, Josh told me 
that he would force you to do whatever I wanted you to. He told me that if you 
were not perfectly obedient to me at all times that he would punish you with the 
whip. He said he would make it very painful and very drawn-out. Does that 
ring a bell with you?"
 "Yes," Katy answered feebly. It rang a big, loud bell.
 "I really don't want to do it this way. I'd rather you came with me willingly, 
of course. But I MUST have you. I feel like I'll die if I don't. And this is my 
only chance. That's obvious. I'm not letting it slip away. Like I say, I think you 
will change your mind. You will like it." Katy was silent, defeated. Beth had 
won. Katy would not argue with the whip.
 "What do you want me to do?" Katy asked, submissively. Beth smiled and 
extended her arms to her, but still holding the leash in one hand.
 "Come to me. Sit on my lap. Come." Katy approached. Then started to sit 
on Beth's lap. "No, silly girl. Do you think I'm Santa? Sit like this. Straddle my 
lap." Beth indicated how she wanted her to sit, with her legs spread, her thighs 
on either side of Beth's lap. She sat as she was instructed but then Beth pulled 
her closer to her so that Katy's breasts were inches from Beth's face. Beth 
kissed Katy's nipples, one at a time, again and again, back and forth. The 
kissing turned to sucking, then to nibbling, then back to kissing. Katy closed 
her eyes. She tried to imagine that it was a guy doing this, not a girl, not Beth. 
But it was difficult to imagine that Beth was a guy.
 "Take off my shirt," Beth whispered. Katy pulled the shirt over Beth's 
head, dropping it to the floor, making them both naked. Beth pulled Katy 
toward her, hugging her, feeling her bare chest pressed against hers. Heavenly, 
she thought. Finally. She kissed Katy sensually on the lips, but felt her lack of 
passion in return. Katy did not kiss her back but merely let herself be kissed by 
her. Frustration. Beth slipped her right hand between their bellies, reaching, 
then pressing it against and between Katy's wide-open labia. Katy jumped, 
instinctively trying to close her legs. But Beth forced them further apart by 
spreading her own knees. Her fingers searched upward within Katy, seeking, 
rubbing, pleasuring. Katy slouched forward, letting her weight be supported by 
Beth.  Yes, thought Beth. Let go.
 Katy was tired. She wanted to sleep. Now her head was starting to hurt too. 
Beth's attempt at foreplay was bothersome, loathsome. The nipple kissing had 
been interesting, although a guy's lips would have been much nicer. But now 
Beth was trying to masturbate her. This was awful. The feel of a girl's fingers 
inside of her private place was repulsive, sickening. Maybe if she just 
pretended to have an orgasm, the whole ordeal would end quicker.
 Beth felt Katy react to her touches. She felt her moving with her fingers, 
enjoying it. She wanted to give Katy an orgasm. She wanted Katy to know 
what it was like to receive pleasure from another woman. She wanted Katy to 
love her back. Katy pressed herself against Beth's fingers, moving with her. She 
pretended she was nearing her climax. She wiggled, made noises, faked it.  But 
then, just as she was about to simulate her climax, Beth's fingertips touched her 
magic little spot. Her fingertip, her finger nail really, pushed briefly against the 
tip of her clitoris with just the right pressure and direction. Katy's whole body 
stiffened as though a metal rod had passed through her, followed by a jolt of 
electricity. Delicious. Glorious sensation.
 "Aaaaughh" Katy exclaimed. Beth had found where and how to touch her 
and she knew it. But then she withdrew her fingers and pushed her away. Katy 
stood up, quivering and blushed from her near orgasm.
 "Come, Katy, to my bed." Beth smiled as she pulled her along by the leash 
to her bed. Then she pushed her onto her back on top of the covers and climbed 
onto the bed with her. "Spread your legs, Katy," she demanded. Katy obeyed. 
Let this be done, she thought. In seconds, Beth had relocated Katy's clitoris and 
she started to work on it, pressing, rubbing, dragging her nail against it.  Beth's 
fingers were soaked from Katy's secretions. Katy laid back on the bed and let 
herself be taken by those fingers. She blocked everything out except those 
fingers. There was nothing in the universe except her and those fingers. They 
were not a guy's fingers, not a girl's fingers, just fingers. And they were 
wonderful fingers. She felt the orgasm rising within her, a real one, an intense 
one, not faked. Her body bucked, her legs kicked out, her hips gyrated wildly, 
lewdly. Then it was over. She let the tension flow out of her, let her body relax 
and spread out, every muscle limp. It was a good orgasm, Katy judged it 
dreamily.
 "My turn, love." The words came to Katy just as she was falling into a 
warm sleep. Beth's voice forced her to remember where she was, what she had 
done, what she was about to do. Beth slid onto the bed next to her. She seemed 
to wrap herself around Katy. Her arms encircled her. Her legs entwined with 
hers. She pressed herself against her, their breasts flattening together, nipples 
touching. Katy felt very odd. Something was so wrong - Beth's skin, her curves 
- she was so soft.  The feeling was disorienting, unsettling, repulsive. Beth 
kissed her lips, her face, her nipples. The kisses made Katy's stomach turn. She 
suddenly felt like vomiting, then that passed. Katy put her arms around Beth, 
trying to reciprocate, but the gesture was too tentative, too awkward. Katy 
found it nearly impossible to touch Beth's skin without the feeling of nausea 
returning.
 She tried to think of other things, to take her mind away. She needed to get 
this over so that Beth would leave her alone, at least for tonight. Would she be 
satisfied with this one night? Would Beth expect her to sleep with her anytime 
she wanted?  Katy could not imagine doing this again, let alone regularly. She 
resolved to speak to Josh about it later. Yes, she would beg him. She would get 
on her knees and beg him to not let Beth have her again. What did she have to 
lose? Maybe he would punish her, whip her. She would have to risk it, she 
decided, as she felt Beth's hand squeeze her buttock. Beth was becoming very 
aroused, just being in contact, body to body, with Katy. She needed release.
 "Katy, go down on me, please." Beth whispered this in Katy's ear, after 
nibbling the lobe.
 "Huh?"
 "Give me an orgasm with your tongue, silly. Please do it. It's so yummy, so 
nice. I'll do it for you too, okay?"
 "I don't think I can do that."
 "Sure you can. You know what a girl wants. You know how to be touched. 
Do it to me. Come on, love." Katy knew there was no point in arguing but just 
the thought of doing it was repugnant.  Katy was not opposed to oral sex, 
actually. She once had a boyfriend who seemed to love to lick her there and she 
had enjoyed it. In fact, it had been very nice. Katy suspected that he wanted her 
to reciprocate but she never did, and he never insisted. Even so, he did her with 
his tongue on several occasions and she always found it very pleasurable. Now 
she would have to do it to Beth.  Obediently, she moved down to the foot of the 
bed. The bed was too short. She couldn't position herself over Beth 
comfortably.
 "No, silly. Not like that. Sixty-nine with me. Come on, turn around." This 
was even worse, Katy thought. She twisted around to place her knees on either 
side of Beth's chest, and her hands on either side of her hips. She stayed like 
that for a few seconds, on all fours, hovering over Beth's nude body, open and 
ready for her to do the thing which she could not bring herself to do. Beth 
opened her legs wider to give Katy better access. The bed was dimly lit by the 
small lamp on Beth's desk. Katy was surprised to see that Beth was completely 
shaved. She could clearly see Beth's open
labia, the outer lips a light brown, the inner ones pink, glistening with her 
wetness. In the dim light she could barely make out her clitoris, her target. Get 
it over with, she thought, but couldn't bring herself to bend down. Then she felt 
a tug at her neck. Beth was yanking on the leash now, pulling her head down 
toward her. She fought the impulse to pull away. She blocked everything out. 
Don't think about it, she advised herself, just do it.
 Katy was relieved to discover that Beth's taste and smell were not 
intolerable. She was very wet, though, and Katy's cheeks, nose, and chin were 
quickly drenched with Beth's lubricating secretions. She blocked that out. She 
concentrated on her task. The quicker Beth had her orgasm, the quicker she 
could get out of there. Katy's tongue probed, found her clitoris, pushed it, 
pressed it, sucked it. Beth reacted immediately, driving her hips upward into 
Katy's face. Then she felt Beth's hand on her hips, pulling her toward her, and 
the feel of her Beth's tongue on her own labia. Katy pictured the sixty-nine 
figure.
 Katy's breasts were hanging, swinging temptingly, over Beth's torso. Beth 
grabbed them with both hands and caressed them. She held her nipples in her 
fingers. She teased, squeezed, twisted, pinched. Katy's nipples were highly 
erogeneous. They grew quite erect when she was excited and once erect were 
extremely sensitive. Now Beth was pressing those buttons to great effect. Katy 
felt her own wetness increase. She knew Beth's face must now be as sopping as 
her own.
 Suddenly, without warning, Beth exploded in orgasm. Katy kept her 
tongue pressed firmly against her friend's clitoris and Beth drove herself against 
it. Katy could barely keep her mouth in place, Beth's spasms were so violent. 
Gradually they diminished and then stopped entirely. Now it was Beth's turn to 
relax in the glow. Katy eased away from her, then sat on the edge of the bed 
and watched her friend. Made it through without throwing up, at least, Katy 
thought.
 "Beth? I better go back to Josh's room. Okay? He might get angry if I'm 
not there." This was perhaps true, Katy thought, but mostly she wanted to get 
away from Beth.
 "But sweet one, you didn't have another orgasm.  Let me do you now."
 "No. Please no, Beth. I'm fine. Just really tired, you know? Besides, I've 
had plenty of orgasms already today. Broke my record I think." Beth smiled. 
Katy smiled back. Friends again, maybe. Katy hoped so.
 "Okay. Go to sleep then. It's really late." With that, Beth pulled the covers 
over herself and seemed to fall asleep instantly. Katy turned off the lamp and 
made her way back to Josh's room. Briefly, she debated whether to pick up the 
leash so that she could walk without it dragging across the floor. She hated that. 
The chain links would catch on her pubic hair and pull them painfully. But she 
did not touch the leash. With a strange, almost pleasant, tingling sensation, the 
thought came to her that her training was proceeding well. She actually had 
been trained, like an animal, like a slave, not to touch the leash and now she 
would not, could not, touch it. The leash, though locked so intimately on her 
own body, belonged to her master, not to her. She had no right to touch it. 
Maybe her body belonged to her master too. What strange thoughts. Maybe I'm 
being brainwashed, Katy mused. Too tired. Good thing the floor's all carpet, 
otherwise the chain would make noise. Mr. and Mrs. Horton will think they 
have ghosts. Now I'm getting punchy. Got to get some sleep.
 Josh merely shifted a little in his sleep when Katy crawled under the covers 
with him. She spooned against him, smelled his reassuring maleness, felt his 
muscular torso and limbs. No, I could never be a lesbian, Katy realized, as she 
also drifted off to sleep.

Part 13

 Katy slipped the parking garage ticket into the visor and drove slowly up 
the entrance ramp.  She parked the car on the third level, carefully locked the 
doors, and made her way through the dark garage to the elevator.  She looked at 
her watch.  It was 9:45am.  So far she had followed Josh's instructions to the 
letter.
 Yesterday, Sunday, she had awoken in Josh's bed.  Beth had come into the 
room early and had vigorously shaken them both out of bed before Josh and 
Beth's parents could discover Katy in Josh's room.  Still groggy from lack of 
sleep, she had showered quickly and changed into the fresh clothes that Beth 
gave to her.  In a hurry to get home by 9:00, she had declined the Horton's offer 
to stay for breakfast and had rushed back to her house.  On her way out, 
however, Josh had instructed her to check her E-mail during the day.
 Because of their families' different Sunday schedules that day, Katy had 
had sort of a free day away from serving Josh.  And she would have relished it 
greatly except for the horrible E-mail message she had received from him later 
that afternoon.  In it he had given her detailed instructions for an "appointment" 
she was to keep with a gentleman downtown on Monday, the next day.
 As the elevator climbed, she went over her instructions.  The man's name is 
Mr. Flanagan.  He works for a large company in a big office building 
downtown.  Josh gave her specific instructions on what to wear, where to park, 
which elevator to take, which way to go after getting off the elevator, and even 
the name of the receptionist.  She was to identify herself as Heather Heiss and 
tell her that she had a 10:00 appointment with Mr. Flanagan.  Then, once in his 
office, she had to do whatever he told her to do.  That was the part that scared 
Katy a great deal.
 When she read Josh's E-mail she replied immediately.  She was frantic. 
She wanted to know who this man was, why she had to do this, what would he 
ask her to do, what did he know about her, wouldn't they get in trouble, how 
could he make her do this, and so on.  His reply to that message came in the 
evening.  As a slave, this was none of her business, he told her.  The E-mail 
also informed her that later she would be punished, with the whip, for asking 
such questions.  She would have to learn to obey without hesitation and without 
question, the E-mail said.
 As the elevator ascended, she adjusted her clothes and hair.  She looked 
very much like a typical, young, college girl applying for a summer job.  She 
was certainly dressed for it.  She wore an elegant business suit: a white blouse, 
light-weight blazer, matching skirt, white pantyhose, flats.  She also wore an 
expensive silk bra, panties, and slip. The skirt was quite short but was 
appropriate to her age and to the fact that her legs were the type that looked 
exceedingly good in short skirts.  She had also paid extra attention to her hair 
and make-up.  To complete the charade, she carried a leather portfolio.  It was 
empty.  Luckily, her parents had already left the house by the time Katy had 
come down from her room in her business attire, so she hadn't had to fabricate a 
story.
 Her hands were shaking as she got out of the elevator.  Her ears burned.  
She was extremely nervous.  What was she getting herself into?  She turned left 
and walked to the end of the hall.  There was a big, glass double door with the 
name of the company and the logo.  She went in.  There was a directory on the 
wall, just as Josh had described.  She turned right this time and went down 
another wide hallway.  She passed offices and reception areas on her right and 
left. There were many people walking around and working.  No one questioned 
her being there.
 Several men looked at her and then did a double take.  Who is this pretty 
girl? The question was written all over their faces.  Katy liked these 
appreciative looks. Almost at the end of this hallway, Katy took another left at 
a sign that said marketing.  There was the receptionist.  Katy read the name on 
her desk.  Michelle.  No last name, just Michelle.  This is the one.  Nervously, 
Katy walked up to the desk.  Michelle looked up.
 "Hi.  I'm Heather Heiss.  I have a 10 o'clock appointment with Mr. 
Flanagan?" The receptionist, an attractive woman who looked like she was in 
her late twenties or early thirties, raised her eyebrows at this announcement, 
then looked Katy over, head to toe, before responding. Katy blushed.  What did 
this Michelle know about her?  Maybe she was just being paranoid.
 "Take a seat, please.  I'll tell Mr. Flanagan you're here," she told Katy, 
pointing to a chair near the wall.  Katy sat.  After a few minutes, the 
receptionist picked up her phone, listened for a second,
then put it back.
 "Mr. Flanagan will see you now.  Just go through that door and it's the first 
door on your left."  Katy's voice quivered as she thanked the woman.  Katy 
could not remember ever being this nervous – or scared. The name on the door 
said Robert Flanagan, V.P. Marketing.  She opened it and looked in.  Mr. 
Flanagan was talking on the phone but smiled at her and motioned for her to 
come in.  So far so good, Katy thought. Once inside, Mr. Flanagan motioned 
for her to close the door and take a seat.  She did, sitting in one of two big 
chairs in front of his desk.  As he talked, about some kind of business that Katy 
could not comprehend, she looked him over.
 About fifty years old, maybe older, she decided, and very out of shape, 
with a big belly and a red, round face.  His hair was thinning and gray.  He 
seemed okay otherwise.  He had a nice voice and didn't sound like a mean 
person.  Maybe this would be okay, just something innocent.  She just wished 
she knew what was in store for her.  Mr. Flanagan looked up from his phone 
call.
 "Sorry to keep you waiting.  I shouldn't be much longer," he told her. Still 
talking on the phone, he signaled to her to stand up and remove her shoes.  
Katy could not understand at first what he wanted her to do.  She felt stupid, 
but his vague pointing to her feet and strange hand gestures were lost on her.  
Finally she got the idea and when she started to slip out of a shoe he 
energetically nodded his approval. This is very strange, Katy thought.
 Once out of her shoes, he motioned to her to place them on his desk. She 
did so, setting them neatly in the center.  Mr. Flanagan picked one up and 
examined it as though it were a piece of sculpture, looking under it, into it, 
feeling the texture - all the while remaining focused on his business call.  At 
one point, he put his hand over the phone's receiver and whispered, by way of 
explanation, "one can learn much about a woman from her footwear." Then he 
immediately rejoined his conversation, without missing a beat. Too weird, Katy 
decided.
 She felt awkward, standing quietly, without shoes, waiting for him to 
finish his call.  She looked around the office.  It was a large, impressive room, 
with a huge wooden desk, expensive furniture, and elegant artwork on the 
walls.  One wall had a floor-to-ceiling window with a view of the city.  The 
blinds were partially closed, though, to block the bright morning sun.  There 
was a door on one wall that looked like it might be to a closet or rest room. She 
waited.
 Mr. Flanagan looked up from his phone call and rolled his eyes good-
naturedly, as though in apology for keeping her waiting.  Katy smiled politely.  
Mr. Flanagan, still listening intently to his caller, pulled a notepad out of a 
drawer and quickly scribbled a note. He slid this over for Katy to read.  
"CLOTHES --> OFF," it said, in block letters with an arrow.
 Katy's face flushed red, though she had half-expected this.  She briefly 
considered trying to refuse - but recognized the futility of that idea.  
Intellectually, she knew she had no choice except compliance, and yet, 
emotionally, this was extremely difficult.  But why should this be so hard?  
Compared to all she had been through in the past few days with Josh this 
simple act of stripping should seem trivial.  But it was different somehow.  
Maybe because Josh was not present.  Maybe because this man was such a 
complete, perfect stranger, or because he had been so casual about telling her to 
strip. For whatever reason, as she began to remove her clothes under Mr. 
Flanagan's attentive scrutiny, she felt much more humiliated, much more 
enslaved than she had ever felt with Josh. 
 She undressed quickly, draping her clothes over the nearby chair.  Mr. 
Flanagan watched her with great interest and obvious appreciation. She stood 
on the carpet in front of his desk, naked, waiting for him to finish his phone 
call.  She felt extremely self-conscious.  Mr. Flanagan's eyes roamed her body 
but this did not seem to distract him from his conversation.  Instinctively, 
shifting her posture, Katy folded her hands over her pubic area.  Immediately, 
sternly, Mr. Flanagan frowned his disapproval.  She jumped slightly in surprise 
and uncovered her pubic hair to let him continue to see that part of her. She 
blushed again.
 Mr. Flanagan reached into his desk drawer and shuffled around for 
something.  Then he looked at Katy's arms, at her wrists.  He motioned to her to 
extend her right arm.  She did this and he held her right wrist in his chubby 
fingers, seeming to measure it.  Then he pulled out what seemed like a pair of 
handcuffs.  He handed them to Katy. They were different from any handcuffs 
that Katy had seen on TV or in the movies.  These were made of shiny stainless 
steel and were connected with a short, strong chain.  The metal bands of the 
cuffs themselves were quite wide, about two inches. Each bracelet was made of 
two semicircular bands connected on one side by a hinge mechanism and on 
the other by a keyed lock.  The unique thing about them was the lining.  The 
inside of the metal bands were lined with a satin-covered padding of something 
that was stitched onto the cuffs.  In spite of their purpose, they looked very 
elegant and expensive.  Katy was surprised at how heavy and strong they felt.  
Did he want her to put them on?  She put one cuff over her left wrist. Mr. 
Flanagan nodded approval.  She closed the bracelet onto her left wrist and 
heard the lock click.  Oops.  It locked automatically.  The cuff felt snug.  She 
searched for a release catch but it seemed the only way to open it was with the 
key.  She looked at Mr. Flanagan.  He was motioning her to cuff the other wrist 
as well - behind her back.  Obediently, she did, feeling her way behind her back 
until she again heard the soft clicking sound of the lock.
 Now she stood naked with her hands cuffed behind her back.  A sudden 
wave of panic washed over her.  She felt incredibly exposed and vulnerable.  
Almost magically, the handcuffs had rendered her completely accessible.  With 
two soft clicks she was no longer able to defend herself against anyone who 
wanted to touch her front side.  And Katy was sure that someone would.  It 
seemed, lately, that everyone wanted to touch her - even her best friend Beth.  
Her mind wandered, the panic eased.  She listened to Mr. Flanagan's voice on 
the phone. Blah blah blah.  She had no idea what he was talking about.  Market 
research, demographics, surveys, blah, blah, blah.  The air conditioner fan came 
on.  A vent was directly above her head.  The cool air felt strange on her naked 
breasts, making her nudity feel even more out of place.  She was getting tired 
of standing in one spot but dared not move around.  She shifted her body 
weight from foot to foot.
 Suddenly she heard the sound of the door opening behind her.  My God, 
she thought, the door is unlocked.  She turned around in a panic to see who it 
was.  Handcuffed, there was no hope of covering herself in any way. A young 
man entered and closed the door quietly behind him. Amazingly, he did not 
seem surprised to see a naked girl, handcuffed, standing in the middle of the 
room.  Had he expected to see her there? Or, was this a common occurrence?  
Or both?  Katy wondered. 
 She wanted desperately to cover herself.  She felt ashamed, embarrassed.  
The young man walked confidently toward her but barely gave her a glance.  
He stopped in front of Mr. Flanagan's desk.  Mr. Flanagan looked up, raised a 
finger as if to say "only a minute more", and returned to his call.  The young 
man relaxed and, as though to relieve his boredom, as one might leaf through a 
magazine in a doctor's office, he looked at Katy.  His gaze made her shiver.  
She tried to smile at him but the result was surreal, the situation too outrageous. 
And he was gorgeous.  He was exactly the type of man Katy dreamed about in 
her own secret fantasies.  But this was no fantasy.  He was real and standing in 
front of her.  In her fantasy, she was always doing something really cool, 
looking really hot - impressing the young man to distraction.  In her fantasy, 
when she encountered her ideal man, she had never, ever been naked and 
handcuffed.  What a cruel, horrible fate.
 She blushed and stammered like an idiot.  "Hi," she said.  She felt so 
stupid.  He smiled at her.  She felt faint.  He was so incredibly good looking.  
Dark hair, blue-gray eyes.  Beautiful, handsome man.  What must he think of 
her?  Then she realized: he must be into this slave stuff too.  He must be.  
Otherwise, how could he be so calm about it. But, God, he is nice looking. And 
he was looking at her now.  Examining her body.  She tingled under his gaze.  
She felt ashamed, but at the same time she knew what power her body had over 
some men. She stood straight. Let him see my breasts, my body, she thought.  
He will what he them.  And he did see them and he did like them – she could 
tell that in his eyes.  Katy felt oddly blissful under his gaze, and she was 
lubricating. If he can do this to me just by looking at me, she thought, what will 
I do if he touches me?
 Abruptly, finally, Mr. Flanagan's conversation ended and Katy heard the 
plastic thud of the receiver on its base.  She turned to look at him.  What a 
contrast with the young man standing next to her.  Mr. Flanagan eased back in 
his big chair, his big belly distending up.  He grinned at her.
 "Hello, Katy."  He knew her by her real name, not as Heather Heiss. Then 
she suddenly realized.  Heiss is the German word for hot.  What a jerk that Josh 
was.  Heather Hot.
 "Hi," she answered.  An instant later Katy was stunned by an intensely 
sharp pain across her abdomen, right over her navel. No sooner had she spoken 
than Mr. Flanagan had literally jumped out of his chair and struck her hard with 
some kind of leather strap or crop, aiming it right for her naked belly.  She was 
as much shocked by his speed and agility as by the pain.  He looked genuinely 
angry as he slouched back into the chair.  Katy looked down at the angry red 
welt on her skin.  That hurt.
 "I realize you're new to slavery but what manner of shit training has that 
boy given you?"  Mr. Flanagan nearly spat out the question.  Katy was at a loss. 
Mr. Flanagan looked at the young man.  "It's a waste, you know, John? A 
delicious piece of slave meat like this is just wasted on that kid." Katy 
reddened.  Not even Josh had used this kind of language with her. Mr. Flanagan 
called the other one John.  Nice name, John. Mr. Flanagan looked again at 
Katy.
 "I am Sir.  Can your simple little brain understand that?  I am Sir and John 
here is also Sir.  That is basic.  Do you understand?"
 "Yes, Sir," Katy answered softly.
 "Good.  Perhaps during your brief visit with us today you will learn a few 
things."  Mr. Flanagan stood up and came around the desk to stand next to 
Katy.  He carried the leather crop still, in his left hand. Katy watched it 
apprehensively.  She guessed that he had not used it to its full effect before.   
But he did not hit her.  Instead he touched her. He went for her breasts first.  He 
caressed them lightly.  Katy twitched.  He hefted them, making them bounce up 
and down, back and forth.
 "These are good tits," Mr. Flanagan said.  Katy thought he was talking to 
John.
 "That was a compliment, Katy.  I would expect you to be grateful," Mr. 
Flanagan coached her.
 "Thank you, Sir."  Katy reddened.  This was so degrading.  It was bad 
enough being groped but then to have to thank him for it. Then John touched 
her too.  She felt his fingers pass under her left breast and caress her nipple.  It 
felt like electricity in his fingers.  She stopped breathing, mesmerized. She felt 
herself get wetter. Please don't let them touch me there, she thought.
 "I like these nipples. Nice and long. Very erect," John commented. "Are 
you a little aroused, Katy?" he asked her softly, nearly whispering it into her 
ear. Katy felt dizzy, confused.
 "Yes, Sir. Thank you, Sir."  Oh God! How could she say that? John smiled. 
Then he leaned his head down to her ear. She felt his lips near her hair. He 
whispered so softly that only she could hear. "Me too," he said. Me too? What 
does he mean? He is a little aroused too? Well, good then. She closed her eyes. 
This is so intense, so confusing.
 Mr. Flanagan was checking the handcuffs, testing them to see if her wrists 
could pull out of them. They were too snug for that. "These cuffs are hand-
made Katy. Costly, but very useful.  They will restrain a girl well, but safely. 
Without damaging expensive slave skin." Katy had an odd feeling when Mr. 
Flanagan spoke. He used words in such a strange, scary way.
 "A slave can be hung by its wrists for long periods, without damaging the 
skin. Painfully perhaps, or certainly uncomfortably, but without permanent 
blemish." Again the odd language, Katy noticed. "Its" wrists - not her wrists.  
Spooky.  "These cuffs, and some other items, will be a gift to your current 
owner, the boy Josh. There will be a return gift from him, of course, payment in 
trade so to speak. Which is why you are here to pick up the items, instead of 
Josh. Do you understand what I'm saying?" She could guess. They would fuck 
her, probably. Or maybe other things too.
 "Yes, Sir," she answered.
 "What do you understand, Katy?"  Oh God, just get it over with, she 
thought. Why do I have to degrade myself further by speaking it? "Sir..  I guess 
I understand that you will..  " She hesitated,
struggling for the words to use. 
 "Will what, Katy?"
 "You know... use me.. uh, for sex, I mean."  Katy reddened. She looked at 
John. His face showed no emotion.
 "Oh?  For sex, you think?"  Mr. Flanagan chuckled.  "You are so 
preciously young and naive.  A sweet little thing."
 "Thank you, Sir."
 "Ahhhh. Excellent. You know how to answer properly now. You may not 
be as stupid as I first thought."  Both men smiled. "But of course we will ‘use 
you' as you put it. A luscious piece of slave meat like this is not going to leave 
my office without first getting good and fucked." As he said these words, Mr. 
Flanagan reached down and grabbed Katy's genitals, squeezing her labia 
roughly. 
 "Eeeeeeeehhh," Katy exclaimed. She tugged uselessly at the steel cuffs.
 "Goodness, this cunt's soaking wet," Mr. Flanagan said to John.
 "I told you. It's a natural slave. We MUST acquire it," John said earnestly. 
Katy realized she must have been the subject of some previous and ongoing 
dialogue between the two men. This was frightening. Being under Josh's 
control was one thing but now she seemed to be looking through a window into 
a much larger world of bondage. It scared her.
 "In good time. In good time," Mr. Flanagan replied.Katy's mind spun. 
What could this possibly mean? How could they, or anyone, acquire her? This 
wasn't possible. She flinched as the other man, John, pressed his hand between 
her legs as well, from behind.  Without thinking, she spread her legs slightly to 
allow him easier access.  Her face burned at the thought of what the young man 
must think of her, but she couldn't help herself. 
 "Yes, the slave juices well," John said, after fingering Katy's labia for 
several seconds.  He withdrew his fingers and wiped them in her hair.
 "Nice lips down there, too," Mr. Flanagan added.  "Did you notice? Thick, 
soft, pliant - quite a pleasant little cunt."
 "Mmmm," John agreed.  "But look at the legs on her.  Exquisitely shaped. 
And the skin quality is magnificent."
 "Yes, this is definitely a prize piece of merchandise. And I agree with you 
John, we must pursue acquisition.  And as soon as possible, before the boy 
ruins it, or loses it." Katy could not believe her ears.  She wanted to say 
something, to object, but dared not speak and didn't know what to say even if 
she did.  They must be just trying to play with my mind, she decided. This 
wasn't real. They couldn't be serious.
 "Who gets to take her for a test drive?" asked John. Mr. Flanagan smiled at 
this.
 "Let's let the slave decide," Mr. Flanagan answered. Then he addressed 
Katy.
 "Well now, which of us would you prefer to be fucked by?" Was this a 
trick, Katy wondered?  Would they really let her choose?  Maybe she could talk 
them out of it.  Maybe they weren't so bad after all.
 "Uh, please Sir, would it be okay if I could just go home now? Please? 
You see, I'm not really a slave like you think. It's just this, this, well, I mean, 
it's this blackmail thing.  I'm not really a slave girl actually. So, if it's okay, 
could you please not, I mean, um, you know, have sex with me?  Please?" The 
two men were silent. Katy feared she had made a huge blunder in assuming 
they would have mercy on her.  In the next instant she knew it.
 "Bend over," Mr. Flanagan commanded calmly.
 "Sir?"
 "You stupid cunt.  Do I have to repeat?"
 "No, Sir."  Now she was very afraid. She bent down as though bowing to 
him.
 "Now move your hands up so they don't cover your butt."  She obeyed.
 "Use this little crop, John.  We don't want to damage the skin," said Mr. 
Flanagan, handing the younger man the leather crop. A second later, Katy felt 
the sting of the crop across her buttocks. The pain was bad, but Katy knew it 
could be much worse.  John was being relatively gentle. He counted off the 
strokes and finally stopped at ten.  Katy's backside felt as though it had been 
burned by flames.
 "That's enough, John. She has very delicate skin, it seems. Already welting 
a little just from that little tickle. Interesting."  Mr. Flanagan stroked the inside 
of her left thigh very softly.  Katy flinched at the touch. 
 "Such young, soft skin," Mr. Flanagan commented, to no one in particular.
 "Let me take the slave to the other room," said John, pulling Katy to a 
standing position by yanking on her hair. "I want to use her now."
 "Yes, of course. You can use her first.  But there was one other item the 
boy asked for.  Let me see if I can find her size."  Mr. Flanagan opened another 
drawer in his desk and pulled out a leather mask.  A mask with no eye holes, it 
was really an elaborate blindfold. "This one should be fine with the proper 
adjustment," he said.  Mr. Flanagan placed the mask over Katy's head.  He 
fumbled briefly with several buckles and straps in the back and shortly the 
mask was fitted and secured tightly over Katy's head. Darkness.  Now she was 
unable to use her hands and unable to see.  The panic rose again, but with it 
was another feeling - one that was becoming ever more familiar - a tingling, 
dizzying feeling of complete helplessness, of complete submission.  The feeling 
excited her.  A hand brushed against her breast.  She sucked in her breath.  She 
felt a trickle of something drip down the inside of her thigh.  This new feeling 
was making her wet.
 One of them grabbed her upper arm and pulled.  She followed the lead and 
felt herself walking across the room, felt the air on her skin, felt her breasts 
bouncing obscenely.  She heard the sound of a door opening, felt herself 
moving into a different space.  The sound here was different.  The carpet on her 
bare feet felt different.  She was in another room, a smaller room, she sensed.  
Her legs bumped against something.  A chair?  She was pushed down onto the 
thing, a bed or a cot, it seemed.  She heard the sound of the door closing, then a 
jingling noise coming toward her.  She felt her wrists being pulled back, then 
the right handcuff being unlocked. Then she was pushed down onto her back on 
the bed and her arms were pulled up over her head. The handcuff chain was 
looped around a metal bar at the head of the bed, then locked around her right 
wrist again. She tugged on it, trying to bring her hands down but she could not.
 Strong hands pulled her left ankle to the side.  There was a faint sound of 
chains and then the feel of a metal band of some kind locking around her ankle.  
She did not resist as her right ankle was locked as well.  She tried once to pull 
her legs together but there was no hope. Her ankles were locked in chains and 
spread very wide apart – Katy guessed at least four feet.  She was securely 
bound now.  Naked, blindfolded, and spreadeagled in a room she had never 
seen by men she did not know, Katy marveled at how much her life had 
changed in such a short time.
 Katy felt the bed move as someone got onto it with her, between her legs. 
She sucked in her breath as fingers traced delicate lines along the insides of her 
legs, a hand on each leg, brushing her calves, the inside of her knees, her 
thighs. She strained against the chains, bucking and wriggling from the tickling, 
the teasing. The teasing stopped, the weight shifted, and the man's body - was it 
John? - pressed down on her, his whole torso resting on hers.  He's so heavy, 
she thought.  Maybe it's Mr. Flanagan.  She felt his breath on her face, smelled 
his cologne.
 "You want it, don't you?"  It was John.
 "Yes, Sir," Katy answered, in a whisper, too deliciously aroused too speak 
more loudly. And she did want it, she realized, but not with the chains and the 
blindfold. This man was beautiful.  She wanted to see him, watch him, as he 
made love to her.
 "Ooofgh.  Oh!  Ooh," she exhaled as he thrust himself into her, hard. He's 
big, she thought, but he feels nice - thick and long, warm and nice.  She 
wriggled her hips under his, searching for release, savoring the search, the 
contact. He still wore his business clothes, she realized.  He had only pulled 
down his pants.  She could tell that from the feel of his clothes on her skin, but 
even so she could feel his strength, his muscles.  He began his rhythm of in and 
out, slow at first, then faster.  Katy was so wet that his penis slid easily within 
her.  On his inward thrusts, she felt its tip rubbing against the sides of her 
vagina and on his slow, outward pulls, she felt its top slide deliciously against 
her clitoris.  She wanted so much to wrap her legs around him but her ankles 
pulled helplessly in the shackles.  Like a slave, she thought, like the slave I am.  
A beautiful, powerful tingle washed over her skin as his tip pushed wetly 
against her clitoris.
 In the next instant her orgasm roared into her, overpowering all other 
thoughts and sensations.  It was long and wonderful.  Through it, during it, she 
felt him reach his orgasm also, felt his semen filling her.  His lasted a long 
time, but it ended too soon for her.  He pulled himself away form her and got 
up from the bed.  He did not speak to her.  Did she satisfy him?  Did he like it?  
Could he not talk to her?
 Seconds later, she heard the door open and close and then silence. She was 
alone in the room now, she knew.  She tugged vainly on the chains on her 
wrists and ankles.  She felt the drip of John's semen leaking from her vagina, 
onto the sheet.  The dreamy euphoria of her orgasm was slipping away now.  
Why weren't they letting her go?  Was Mr. Flanagan going to have her too?  
Then just get it over with, she thought, so she can get out of this awful place. 
As though in answer, she again heard the door open and shut, heard sounds of 
someone moving, clothes being handled.  And, again, there was the feel of a 
man's weight on the bed between her legs.  No tickling this time, though.  Mr. 
Flanagan went for her breasts.  He spent long, painful minutes pawing and 
pinching her breasts and nipples.  Usually Katy enjoyed having her breasts 
handled but this was too clumsy, too rough.  Finally, he stopped.  He 
repositioned himself and then slid his penis into her.  His was small.  Smaller 
even than Josh's, she thought.  And then, the worst thing happened - he let his 
full weight down on top of her.  She could not breathe.  The weight was 
horrible.  So heavy.  So fat.  So disgusting.  She felt smothered by him.  Please 
let him come.  Let him come so he'll get off of me. She tried to move under 
him, tried to, with the motion of her pelvis, as she knew she could, help him 
with his orgasm.  Finally, after a torturously long time, he seemed to come.  
Actually, he was so big and fat that Katy could not be sure if he was having an 
orgasm or if it was just his belly making him bounce.  When he finally pulled 
himself off of her she felt like she would float into the air.  Like John, he also 
did not speak to her after but just left the room quickly. Without releasing her, 
Katy realized with dismay.
 I've paid them for their stupid handcuffs, why don't they let me go, now?  
Minutes passed.  The room was quiet.  Without sight and hearing her other 
senses intensified.  Unfortunately so.  Her legs ached.  She continued to feel the 
dribble of the semen leaking out of her, now with Mr. Flanagan's added to 
John's.  She could also believe that she could smell its musky odor.  How long 
had she been tied to this bed? It seemed like an hour but was probably only a 
few minutes.  There was a sound at the door.  Thank goodness, finally they 
would let her go.
 "Wow, you weren't exaggerating.  She really is a beauty."  Oh my God, 
Katy thought, not this.  Not more men.
 "Yeah, and one of the best fucks I've ever had, too."  Katy was sure this 
was John's voice.
 "She looks like she would be that," the other man replied.
 "Mike, when you're done here, stop by my office on your way up.  Okay? 
I'd like you to look at that spreadsheet we talked about."
 "Sure. No problem." Katy heard the door close. Was she alone?  Was this 
Mike still in the room?
 "Hello?"  Katy decided to try to reason with this person, if he was still 
there. Maybe he would feel pity on her and let her go. Maybe he could find the 
keys. Maybe. Her answer was a loud and painful slap on the inside of her left 
thigh. The man had struck her with his open palm, and very hard.
 "OWWWooooo!!!"  Katy cried out. That stung.
 "Slaves don't speak unless spoken to, you stupid little cunt."
 "Yes, Sir.  Sorry, Sir." Katy tried to assuage him. He didn't answer. She 
heard him moving around in the room. From the sounds, she could tell there 
was other furniture in the room beside this bed. She heard him move a chair, or 
something heavy, and then the sound of a drawer being opened and items being 
handled. Now what, Katy asked herself. She prayed it was not a whip.
 "I don't like slaves who talk," the man said as he sat on the bed next to her. 
Katy then felt his fingers near her mouth, forcing it lips open. She felt a ball-
shaped object, like a ping-pong ball but softer, being forced into her open 
mouth and then straps being pulled tight around the back of her neck. The ball 
gag was quickly buckled tightly onto her. Katy had never had such a thing in 
her mouth before and the effect of it was another surge of panic. It seemed that 
one by one her faculties were being stripped from her. She tried to beg him to 
take it out but the only sound she could produce was a muffled, drooling vowel 
noise. Unintelligible and hideous. For the first time, tears welled up in her eye, 
under the leather mask.
 The man mounted her roughly and began his in and out dance with her. 
Katy was now too exhausted and spent to react in any way. She was grateful 
that his orgasm came very quickly. In less than a minute he had ejaculated into 
her and pulled out. Seconds later the door opened and closed again and he was 
gone. Goodbye, Mike, Katy thought, nice meeting you too.
 Silence again. Alone again. The ball-gag was distinctly uncomfortable. She 
found that she had to continually swallow as the saliva built up in her mouth. 
Her throat was drying out. Time passed. When the next man came in she was 
not surprised when he too joined her on the bed. Sex with him was slower. He 
was a kisser. He kissed her from head to foot. Even her armpits. The only spot 
he didn't kiss was her pussy. Too messy for him, Katy figured. It must be 
oozing with cum now, she guessed. Eventually, he satisfied himself with her, 
adding his deposit of semen to Katy's collection.  My little collection box, Katy 
thought wryly.  Am I going nuts?  When will this end?  Do they not intend to 
let me go?  If so, when?
 The fifth man came in as number four was just leaving. This man was 
huge, like a football player, but not quite as petite, Katy thought, as he climbed 
on top of her. That's it, girl, keep your sense of humor. Keep your soul. They 
can't rape that. Football player man was as rough as he was big.  Sex with him 
was torture.  He pounded his huge penis deep into her, deeper than she could 
take him.  She ached. Tears came again. When he came the semen was like a 
flood. She could feel it filling her.
 The sixth man was small, quiet, almost timid.  He kept whispering to her 
how beautiful she was.  Her vagina was so sore from number five that she 
barely knew if he had an orgasm or not.  Then he was gone. Number seven 
smelled of whisky but Katy was too drained to be aware of anything else about 
him.  He mounted her, fucked her, left her. Her eighth and ninth visitors were 
similarly forgettable. In fact, Katy was so exhausted and traumatized by that 
time that she could not recall later exactly how many more there had been. But 
eventually they stopped coming and for several minutes she was alone in the 
quiet again. Her vagina was still aching from the football player. That's how 
she thought of him. She had no other way to tell them apart. None of them had 
spoken to her after the fourth one and she had seen none of them except Mr. 
Flanagan and John. The door opened again and Katy braced herself for another 
fucking.
 "Oh dear."  It was a woman's voice. "They made a nasty mess of you, 
didn't they?" Katy moaned in answer. Who was this? She felt fingers behind 
her head. The gag loosened. Blessed relief. She closed her mouth gratefully, her 
tongue free again. What delicious relief to get that cursed thing out of her 
mouth.
 "Thank you," she whispered, barely able to croak the words.
 "Are you okay?  Did they hurt you bad?" the woman asked.
 "I guess I'm okay. I mean, I don't think there's anything broken but I feel 
like shit. Can you please let me go?"
 "Yes, Mr. Flanagan sent me here to release you. Just hang on.  You'll be 
fine." The woman then unbuckled the leather mask and the next instant Katy 
was squinting from the bright office lighting. For some reason she had not 
expected that her torture chamber would have been so well lit. She looked at 
the woman.
 "You're the receptionist. Michelle." As Katy's eyesight returned to normal, 
she realized that her rescuer was also naked. "You're naked." Katy announced.
 "Yes, and yes," Michelle answered as she fumbled with the key to unlock 
Katy's handcuffs.  She unlocked the left cuff, pulled the chain around the bar 
and helped Katy sit up. She then pulled Katy's wrists behind her back to lock 
them again. Katy resisted, pulling her wrists out of Michelle's grip on them.
 "Hey," Katy said. "Don't lock me up again. I want to go home. Just let me 
go. Please."
 "I'm sorry, Katy.  I'm doing what I was told to do. I cannot disobey. You 
can understand that."
 "You're a slave?"
 "Yes." Katy let her lock the handcuffs on her.
 "This whole thing is getting bizarre. Are you being blackmailed too? Who 
is doing it?"
 "I don't know anything about any blackmail. I'm a slave because that's 
what I am." This non-answer seemed to make sense to the woman and Katy 
realized that it would be fruitless to try to question her more about it. Michelle 
moved to Katy's feet to unlock the ankle shackles. That's when Katy noticed the 
black and blue bruise on her leg where the man named Mike had slapped her.
 "Oh, no. My leg. It looks horrible."
 "It looks bad now," said Michelle. "But tomorrow it will be almost gone."
 "Are you a nurse or something?"  Michelle laughed at that.
 "No. I just have a lot of first-hand experience at these things, so to speak."
 "Oh. Yeah. I suppose you might. Sorry."
 "That's okay. Here, your legs are unchained now. You can get up." Katy 
eased herself off of the bed, stretching and flexing her sore muscles as best she 
could. She looked at the sheet. There was a huge puddle of semen in various 
stages of viscosity.
 "My God. What a mess."
 "Yes. Nine men enjoyed you. And I saw each one of them as they left Mr. 
Flanagan's office and I would say they definitely found you satisfying." Katy 
blushed. She looked at the woman more closely, now interested to be able to 
know more about another slave. No, Katy thought. Not another slave. This 
Michelle may be a slave, but I am not. I'm just being blackmailed. It's different. 
Michelle seemed younger now, without her clothes. She guessed her age at 
about 26 or 27. Her figure was very pretty, slim hips, nice long legs, full, round 
breasts. And she had beautiful long, red hair. Katy loved her hair. As Michelle 
moved around the bed - it was not really a bed after all, Katy realized but more 
like a futon with a metal frame around it with chains and shackles attached at 
various points - Katy got a glimpse of a peculiar mark on her left buttock.
 "What is that on your butt?  It looks like a burn."  Katy thought she could 
make out the shapes of two letters in the design - R S.
 "I have been branded, Katy. That's my brand."
 "BRANDED!!!???? You mean like with a branding iron like a cow?"
 "Basically, yes. You will know it someday, I think."
 "What? No. No. Not me. I'm not a slave like you."
 "Whatever you say." Katy didn't like the way the conversation was going.
 "What does R S stand for? Is it a man's initials?"
 "No. I am not so lucky to be owned by one man only. Mine is the brand of 
the Reage Society.  I am owned property of the society. Mr. Flanagan and some 
of the others who enjoyed you today are members." This was all coming too 
fast for Katy to assimilate. Was this somehow connected to the conversation 
between Mr. Flanagan and John regarding her ‘acquisition'? She felt dizzy. 
"But I should not be talking about these things."
 "Can I go now? Please?" Katy was becoming increasingly concerned about 
her status in this building. All of this talk of secret societies, and branding, and 
acquisitions was much too much for her. She wanted to get out of here as fast 
as possible.
 "Almost. There is one thing you must do before you can leave the room. I 
was told to tell you to clean up your mess."
 "Pardon me?"
 "All the cum on the sheet. You're to lick it up. Swallow it. Suck it off the 
sheet as much as you can." Katy looked again at the disgusting pool on the 
sheet.
 "You've got to be kidding."
 "Not kidding, Katy. I've had to do it before also. It's just something the 
master's like you to do.  As soon as you do that, you can leave. But not before."
 "Oh God," Katy exclaimed, but then went to work on her loathsome task. 
She had never before swallowed semen. She had tasted it once but then spit it 
out. That was at the truck stop. That little bit of a taste she had been very 
disgusting, she thought. But now she would have to force all of this down to 
earn her freedom. With her handcuffs binding her arms behind her, she bent 
down and tentatively touched her tongue to the thickest glob of the stuff. Ugh. 
Disgusting, horrible, stinky, sticky. She couldn't do this. "I can't do it," she said 
to Michelle.
 "Okay. But if you don't do it on your own I think that they will force you to 
do it and then they will probably punish you. Perhaps with the whip. Perhaps 
with other things. And so you will have to stay here for a much longer time 
while you wait for them to finish punishing you."
 "They wouldn't do that."
 "Yes, Katy. They would. Trust me, I know." Katy bent down again and put 
her lips and tongue to work on the mess. She was amazed at the amount of fluid 
she had to ingest before it was finally gone - or as much gone as she could 
manage. She was also surprised at how quickly she got used to the odd, musky 
taste.
 "Is that good enough?" she asked Michelle.
 "Yes. You did very well. But now your face is a mess. You're free to go 
now, but you will want to clean up before you go out into the office. Not 
everyone in this company is aware of the society. You would get some shocked 
looks, I think, if you didn't clean up first. There's a bathroom over there with a 
small shower. You'll find plenty of towels, soaps, makeup, and other things. 
And I've put your clothes in this bag. You can take that into the bathroom with 
you and put them back on before you come out. In this other bag I will put the 
items that Mr. Flanagan is giving to your master. The handcuffs and the mask 
and some other things. Take the bag on your way out and then you can just 
leave through Mr. Flanagan's office. There will probably be no one in there at 
that time, but, if Mr. Flanagan happens to be in his office it would be a very 
wise thing to thank him politely. Then you can go."
 "Thank him? FOR WHAT? Raping me?" Michelle's answer was 
frightening in its simplicity.
 "Yes." Katy was silent. There would be no point in debating this issue, she 
realized.
 "Here," Michelle continued, "turn around and I'll unlock your handcuffs." 
When the handcuffs were off, Katy started toward the bathroom, grateful to be 
finally on her way out.
 "Katy? Could you do one more thing for me before you go?" Uh oh, Katy 
thought. Now what?
 "Um, what is it?"
 "Could you lock me onto the bed? I can usually do it myself but it's really 
hard to get the last cuff.  I mean, what I do is I lock my ankles, then I lock one 
wrist on the bed corner, and then I have to kind of get my other wrist in the 
other corner cuff in just the right way so that when I push it against the mattress 
it locks shut. But the last time I did it the cuff slipped down and I couldn't pull 
it back up and when master came in he was disappointed with me and I had to 
beg him to punish me. A lot." Katy was amazed at this babbling oration. "And I 
really don't want to disappoint master so, if you don't mind, could you help me 
to get locked into the bed?"
 "Um, sure." Michelle got onto the bed and spread her arms and legs out. 
Katy then took each wrist and each ankle and locked her into the shackles that 
were permanently welded to each of the corner bed posts. As eager as she was 
to make her exit, Katy had to ask the question.
 "What will happen to you now? Why are you getting locked up?" Michelle 
looked surprised at the question.
 "The masters will enjoy me, of course. Like they did with you."
 "Oh. Uh, yeah, of course. Well, I'll taking my shower now." This was too 
strange, Katy decided. She had to get out of here fast.
 "Okay. Thank you for your help."
 "Um, sure." Katy quickly retreated to the bathroom and within seconds 
was under the hot water spray of the shower, luxuriating in the soapy water. 
What a welcome feeling, she thought.  There had been no way to lock the door 
of the bathroom and she half expected to have someone peek in on her. No one 
did, though, much to her relief. After her shower, she didn't bother with 
makeup, but instead just fixed her hair and got dressed. She felt so much better, 
and safer, when she was finally in her own clothes again, fully dressed. She 
looked in the mirror one last time, decided to put on a touch of lipstick, did 
that, picked up her purse and her empty portfolio and opened the door of the 
bathroom. What she saw then made her jump.
 Michelle was still shackled, spreadeagled, on the bed as she had left her. A 
man she had not seen before - an older, rather overweight man - was on the bed 
with Michelle. He was naked.  Katy did not find the sight of him attractive. He 
was straddling her, kneeling on the bed, his knees pressed against her armpits, 
his fat buttocks resting on her breasts. Michelle had his penis in her mouth, 
farther in than Katy thought was possible. The man was pumping furiously, as 
Michelle tried valiantly to keep from gagging while bobbing her head forward 
and back in rhythm with his strokes.  Within seconds of Katy's entrance the 
man reached his orgasm. Katy could tell that, both from the change in the man's 
rhythm and from his guttural vocalizations. A happy camper he was.  Katy 
watched, intrigued, as Michelle swallowed every drop he squirted into her 
mouth, then licked him clean as well.
 Quickly, Katy picked up the bag with Josh's gifts from Mr. Flanagan and 
rushed out of the room. The office was empty. Thank goodness, she thought. 
Out the door, past Michelle's desk.  She was surprised to find another girl 
sitting at the receptionist's desk. A beautiful young woman in a low-cut dress. 
Her name plaque said Josie. Just Josie, no last name. My God, thought Katy, 
how many are there?  Josie gave her a knowing smile as she rushed past the 
desk.
 Down the hall now, she walked quickly past offices and desks.  Men 
walked past her.  Most of them looked at her.  Which, if any, of these had 
"enjoyed" her, as Michelle put it.  She made it to the elevator without incident.  
Minutes later she was back in her car.  Safety. She sank back into the seat and 
locked the car doors.  What has happened to me, she thought.  What a 
nightmare.  She looked at the clock on the dashboard.  It was almost 1:00.  She 
had been in there for four hours.  It had seemed like weeks.
 On the way back, she stopped at a fast food place for lunch. She was 
famished. Also she needed something to clear the taste in her mouth. It was 
nearly 2:30 when she pulled into the Hortons' driveway. Josh opened the door 
when she rang the bell. Once inside, once she realized that they were alone in 
the house, her emotions exploded. She threw the bag at him, hitting him in the 
chest.  Then she started yelling.  All of the fear, the terror, the pain, the 
humiliation, the disgust she had experienced at Mr. Flanagan's office came 
boiling out of her.  Her emotions were all over the spectrum.  She called him 
names, she slapped him, she cried, she hugged him, she kissed him, she cursed 
him.
 Through all of this, Josh said nothing.  When she raised her hand to strike 
him, he shielded his face but let her hit him. He knew she was in no state to 
respond to his blackmail threats or to anything else. He could barely discern 
from her confused description of her ordeal exactly what had happened to her 
but he pieced together enough to understand that the cost of his bondage toys 
had been higher than he had expected. But not higher than he had been willing 
to have Katy pay. Eventually she calmed down and Josh was able to question 
her quietly about her experiences.  Occasionally, the retelling brought more 
tears and more invective directed against him.
 "Josh, don't you ever EVER send me back to that place. Do you have any 
idea what goes on there? They are keeping girls as slaves there or something 
and branding them into some kind of secret society. And Josh. Josh, you've got 
to promise me not to let them acquire me. That's what they call it. They want to 
acquire me." With that she sighed deeply, choking back her last tears, and 
flopped into a chair.
 "Katy, don't worry.  They're probably just trying to spook you.  It's what 
they like to do."
 "How do you know these people, anyway?  How did you meet them?"
 "Internet."
 "Jesus, Josh, will you stay off that fucking internet?"
 "Look, Katy, I can see you've had a rough day.  You can take the rest of 
the day off.  I won't ask anything more of you today."
 "Gee, thanks. What a swell guy."
 "But nothing has changed between us. I'm gonna ignore your disrespectful 
tone for now because of the situation today but don't ever talk to me like this 
again. Understand?" Katy looked at him. She saw that look in his eyes.
 "Yes, master."
 "Good. Go home. Rest. Tomorrow, I want you here at 8:00 in the morning. 
Tell your parents tonight that you'll be gone for a few days.  Until Thursday 
afternoon."
 "Huh?  What do you mean?  Where will I be?" Josh grinned.
 "We're going hiking. In the mountains. I spent the morning getting all of 
our equipment together. You'll use Beth's backpack and stuff."
 "Oh, shit."
 "Yeah, I figured you'd be thrilled. Hey, you might like it. It's a lot of fun. I 
love hiking. My only problem is that on long hikes I get real horny. But with 
you along with me - no problemo!!"
 "Oh, shit. So, it's just you and me?"
 "Nope. More good news, Katester. Remember Andy and Molly?"
 "Oh, wonderful," Katy moaned. John grinned happily.

