Sports

by WinndSinger

Bella has been shipped off to an all girls school because she's been a very bad girl. Edward is her very dark gym teacher. Why is he so cruel to her ? Very dark and mature storyline here.

22. Chapter 22

Chapter 22 - Birthday

Bella's POV:

Fuck. It's my birthday.

I am now 17. Ukk. I wish I was older, like 23 or something. I feel so damn young and inexperienced. It's a Saturday at least that's something. No classes to worry about. No kids wishing me a happy birthday. Not that they would. No one knows me here, except Alice. And I didn't tell her it was my birthday either so I should be ok.

I went to the dog kennels and saw that Mr. Cullen's puppies were not there. They're probably with him, wherever he goes on the weekends. I looked for Tank and didn't see him. I asked and someone said that he was with his owner. Oh. Miss Nickles is back. Yay. I would miss the little guy, he's such a sweetie. She better take good care of him. Bye Tank wherever you are.

I walked the other dogs there and gave them all a nice treat. I love my little job here.

I did some laundry and cleaned my room up a bit, killing time hoping I would get a call soon for my training session. I learned not to sit around and wait for him because he was so unpredictable. One night he'd come at 7pm, other nights it would be 4:32 am. He never slept so his whole night was like an afternoon for me.

I kept listening to my bad girls bible and was almost done with all the lessons about oral there. I was getting pretty good with Mr. Happy and every time I sucked on him Mr. Cullen would watch with absolute fascination. So many times I thought he'd grab me and stick his penis in my mouth but he never did. I was getting frustrated with that. I wanted to please him and hear him moaning while I did things to him.

I worked to get better and better at it, hoping he would allow me to do it soon. I had to learn patience, he always told me. He's so right.

My father texted me.

Happy Birthday Bells. I love you.

That was it.

Loser. Not even a card. Let alone a gift. Fuck you.

I didn't respond to it. I never do.

I closed my eyes and could almost hear my Mom wishing me a happy birthday. She always made a big deal out of it. I listened to the Rainbow Connection and thought of her, a tear falling by the end of the song. She always loved that one.

Why are there so many songs about rainbows

And what's on the other side?

Rainbows have nothing to hide

I often wondered what she would think of Mr. Cullen, would she approve ? Probably not. But as much as I love her, this is my life. She chose a normal man who married her and her life was a misery with him. How could she tell ME that my relationship is wrong ? She left. She chose to go out of my life so she doesn't get to tell me who to fuck. That's my decision.

One second I'm loving her then the next I'm so pissed off at her. Life is so fucking complicated. Maybe there is peace on the other side. It occurred to me that Master would probably never know that peace and that thought bothered me.

Well death and peace will have to wait. I have a Master now and my life belongs to him. He saved me. He sees me. He doesn't want to change me, only make me more of who I am. I can't walk away from that…from him. I can't go and leave him here now.

He's a vampire, Mom. A real fucking vampire. Can you believe that ? It's REAL. There ARE vampires. And I found one. An unbelievable one at that. His face would break your heart to look too closely at it. Art. Living art. And he is a musician, his music is so beautiful. He's so smart….he's so educated. He's a doctor. He's a teacher. He's my Master. He's everything.

This is the highest point of my life. I know it. If things end between us, I won't be upset. Well I will be. But then, in time, I'll quietly find a way to end things here. Not out of being dumped or losing him, but because I was planning on it anyway. At least when I go then, I'll be able to say that I loved someone here…and it was passionate and fiery and it was worth staying for.

I watched my ID channel on my phone for awhile, listening to the case of John List who killed his whole family.

It was around 2 pm when I heard from him.

"Come outside.", he texted, "I'll find you."

It was always the text when it wasn't safe for him to climb into my bedroom window. I didn't mind.

I already had my lip gloss on, the only makeup I had right now, and I chose a perfume from the many bottles Mr. Cullen had given me. I chose one of my favorites and sprayed it on, bending over and spraying some on the back of my hair, then shook it out. He liked me to do this because it was my neck and he loved smelling me there. Or maybe it's to disguise the scent of my blood….I wasn't sure.

Anyway, I brushed my hair a little then grabbed my beat up denim jacket, putting it on as I went out to the woods.

Now that I knew he was a vampire, I could wait out there and he could bring me to wherever he wanted without me getting suspicious.

I looked around as I walked and didn't see him anywhere. I knew I wouldn't.

I wondered what game we would play today. It was never boring.

I saw a black car up ahead and a man got out of the driver's seat…the hood was open and I peeked as I walked by.

It was him. I smiled internally and walked past him.

"Hi.", he said to me, fiddling with something under the hood, "Hey, can you help me, Miss ?"

"I don't know anything about cars.", I stood where I was, not moving closer.

"You don't have to.", he smiled charmingly at me, "I know what's wrong, I just need you to press a button in the back while I start the car."

"Ummm", I said, "Okay I guess I could do that."

"Great. Thank you so much. That's very nice of you.", he smiled again, running a hand through his very sexy tussled hair, "Come here, I'll show you."

He went around the back of the car and opened the trunk.

I followed him and he pointed to a little switch near the back of the trunk.

"See that thing ?", he pointed at it, looking at me, "Just press it when I say, okay ?"

My father taught me about this shit in grade school. But I played along, loving the idea of him stranded on the side of the road, trying to fix his car.

Ted Bundy, 1974. My favorite.

"Okay.", I almost batted my eyelashes.

To press it, I'd have to bend in and get halfway into the trunk. He was in the driver seat and turned the key in its ignition. It grumbled, not turning over.

"Okay, hit the switch.", he called to me.

I crawled halfway in, sexily, almost laughing as I reached for it.

I didn't even get to press it. I felt something shove me inside and the trunk slammed closed hard.

The car started instantaneously and we were moving. I yelled, angrily, shouting, "HEY !"

We were speeding fast…I almost got dizzy in the dark, this trunk not even showing a hint of light. It was roomy but I couldn't even get up on hands and knees in here. I was laying down on my side, trying to kick and struggle, attempting to get out through to the back seat of the car, not the trunk. Charlie had taught me how to get out of these things.

He never shouted at me or warned me to be quiet. I kicked my feet on the inside of the hood loudly, screaming, "HELP ME ! HELP!"

That wasn't me.

"HEY ASSHOLE !", I shouted, "LET ME OUTTA HERE RIGHT NOW !"

I'd pay for that later. But that's what I'd say.

"My father is a COP !", I threatened further, "You like being raped in prison, PRICK ?!"

A sudden turn mad me fly into the side wall of the trunk. FUCK !

Awhile later, the car stopped suddenly. I was also taught what to try at this point too. Surprise attack when the trunk opens. It might be the only chance I have to escape. I didn't have anything in the trunk to use as a weapon but I have my hands. With a human man this might work but this is a vampire. I would have to be careful so I didn't hurt myself.

I got my feet under me and hunched, waiting.

I could hear his feet coming, dirt scuffling. I waited.

The key turned in the lock and the trunk opened.

"AAAAAAA !", I sprung out, my hands up as I launched myself into him. He flew back, out of my way and let me land on the ground.

I ran before I even had time to land, giving it my all.

I could hear him behind me, gaining fast. I dug deep and tried to go harder but it was no use.

He was in front of me and I ran right into him. I screamed and struggled but he was so strong.

"Where you going, baby ?", he asked sweetly, turning me and forcing my hand up and behind my back. He twisted it in a way that it felt it would break if he put more pressure on it.

"I have to thank you for helping me with my car.", he whispered into my ear as I screamed, his hand over my mouth tight. MMM I love it.

He walked me back over to his car and I kept growling and fighting as hard as I could, my eyes clenched and my voice squealed out as he tightened his grip on my arm behind me.

"I have a surprise for you, baby.", he kept calling me that, knowing I loathed it.

"MMMMMM", was all I could say as he forced me with him back to the car…I acted all scared and faked angry crying sounds.

"Be nice.", he ordered as I kept making noise.

We were in some empty forest, not the school's forest. Nothing was around here except trees and hills.

He brought me to the side of the car and I saw there was a duffel bag there on the ground.

He forced my chest down on the closed trunk, kicking my feet so they were apart.

"OWWW", I screeched as he took his hand off my mouth and I did manage to bite his finger hard.

I was complaining about my arm that he had a military like hold of.

"You little bitch.", he shook his hand as if I'd hurt him when I bit.

"RRRRRRRR!", I screamed, struggling as he started calmly working rope around my wrists.

My legs were kicking a little but because they were parted so far it was hard to do it.

"Stupid little bitch, too, you fell right into that trap.", he muttered as he bound my wrists then bound me around the elbows, my hair fallen over my face as I kept struggling against it.

"NOOO!", I kept fighting hard as I could…it was getting me aroused, then I looked around, "SOMEONE PLEASE HELP ME !"

He scoffed.

"Maybe a squirrel will come and save you.", he dropped the nice guy act.

I could hear a bird chirping as my face rested on the car.

"Let's see what I caught.", he started to move his fingers over me as I panted harder, acting like this was horrible for me.

"Mmmm", he moved my skirt up to my waist as I writhed around uselessly.

"Uhhh nooo", I was fighting back still.

He ignored me and explored my ass with his hands…moving them underneath my panties as I made some growling sounds.

His fingers clenched at me and moved in round circles over my skin.

"Very nice.", he complimented, "And by the way, I love the school uniform. Very sexy."

"Let's take these off.", he slipped my panties off me as I gave another angered roar.

He let them be down around my ankles as he kept exploring me.

"A wet little pussy.", he observed, "Someone likes this."

"NOOO", I kept fighting, trying to kick my legs and lift my head as he shoved it down on the car.

"You are NOT going to rape me, fucker !", I tried to act tough even though I was clearly going to lose.

"I'm not ?", he asked incredulously, "I think you want me to, baby."

"I AM NOT YOUR BABY !", I screeched, resisting again.

"Yes you are.", he stated, "You are now."

"And you're all mine for as long as I want to keep you.", he kept moving his hands along my naked ass, giving it a couple of playful slaps.

His fingers were on my pussy now and I lurched up, gurgling in protest.

"Fuck if that isn't the wettest little pussy I ever touched.", he scolded me as he inserted his fingers in while I screamed.

"Look how easy my fingers just SLID in there.", he slowly moved them in and out as I stared at the black exterior of his car and jerked my body around a little.

"Look if you let me go now…", I tried to act tough, "I won't say anything about this…just…untie me and let me go, okay ? I won't tell my father anything."

"You're not going to tell your father or anyone else anything.", he responded without fear, "You're not leaving here, ever."

Shit. That was scary.

"What do you mean ?", I asked as he kept working his fingers inside me.

"Figure it out, schoolgirl.", he shot back.

"You're going to kill me ?", I asked, still trying to be brave.

"I haven't decided yet.", he removed his fingers and tasted them, "Mmm…we'll see. If I have a real good time, maybe I won't."

"Let's see the other side.", he rolled me over and slid my body up so my feet were off the ground now.

He leaned in and looked over my naked pussy and took a wet lick up the lips as I cried out, panting now.

"Delicious.", he said, parting my legs with his hands, one leg up higher than the other. He held them open and I couldn't even move them as he leaned in again and began to lick and suck the juices already there waiting for him. I began to protest again and he held my mouth with one hand.

He took his sweet time sucking and biting my clit, biting all the areas he could reach. He stuck his tongue inside me and reached my g spot, ravishing it with his tongue hard. He had taught me about the g spot awhile ago and all my other spots. He is a wizard with that tongue.

I couldn't help but moan and buck as he kept pleasuring me with that wicked mouth of his. I did make my very distressed sounds under his hand now and then.

Finally, he stopped that before I came and began to lift up my t shirt, seeing no bra underneath.

"Look at this slut, no bra.", he commented, hiking my shirt up until it was under my chin and my arms still in the short sleeves.

"Open.", he brought the shirt to my mouth and stuck it in my teeth, "Hold it there."

"Nice…", he was massaging my breasts firmly, squeezing and manipulating them in his hands as I roared through my shirt gag.

"Stop acting like you don't love this.", he warned me, pinching my right nipple…holding it as I yelled.

He pinched and twisted both my nipples cruelly and then leaned in to lick and suck on them for a few minutes.

"I think we're gonna get along just fine.", he said as he straightened up, now standing in between my legs.

He pulled my legs so my pussy was right against his blue jeaned penis.

"Feel that ?", his penis was a monster in those jeans, hard as porcelain. He moved me against him as I struggled some more, growling.

"Yea.", he smiled down at me, "I think it's time we went somewhere very private."

"No wait…", I tried to say as I gritted my teeth in my shirt.

He had me up off the car now, on my feet. He had me by the hair and he had me up on my tiptoes.

"Lose the shoes.", he ordered and I kicked them off, no socks on.

He tossed my shoes into his car window and took the panties too, holding onto them. He then took my t shirt and put the fabric behind my head, pulling my hair out of it so my breasts were fully exposed now.

"Open.", he grabbed my cheeks with one hand from under my chin.

I opened my mouth and he stuffed the panties in all the way. It did fill my mouth completely so I couldn't make a peep.

"Close.", he said and I did.

He reached into the duffel bag and got a roll of black duct tape, the thick heavy shit.

Then there was a smaller roll of it also.

He pinned me against the car with his body and ripped a piece of the smaller tape with his teeth.

Then he brought it to my eye, taping my eye closed, smoothing the tape to seal it.

I let out a very distressed scream, not faking it that time. I hated being blind. We had discovered that awhile ago during our play sessions.

Another piece of the small tape was placed onto the same eye, as if he made a cross sign with it. He smoothed it down and went to the other eye, doing the same.

Oh no. Blinded. I would really have to trust him now.

"There.", he sounded pleased as I muffled through my panties.

"Hang on baby.", he said, the sound of tape being pulled off a roll flashed into my ears and then a very thick sticky piece was placed over my lips, reaching far onto my cheeks at the sides as he smoothed it on tightly.

"That's better.", he purred.

He ripped another piece of tape off and I wondered where this one was going.

I felt something stick just on the end of my nose and I yelled out in fear more than protest.

He didn't smooth it over my nostrils yet, I was sure he was mind fucking me.

"No ?", he asked, "Don't want any on the nose ?"

I whimpered and shook my head no.

"Are you gonna behave for me, baby ?", he asked me.

I whimpered again and nodded my head, now totally at his mercy.

"You sure ?", he asked.

I nodded.

"Okay.", he ripped the piece of tape off the tip of my nose, making me cry out a little, in pain.

"Hold still bitch.", he was tearing more tape now.

I felt him put a piece over my nipple and then another one over the same nipple…maybe he made an X with the tape ? or a cross I wasn't sure.

Then he taped the other nipple the same way, smoothing it.

"That's pretty.", he slapped my right breast.

He spun me around and unzipped my skirt, then pulled it down, telling me to step out of it. I did.

"Alright.", he yanked me by my hair, "Let's walk. Time to go home, baby."

I walked very slowly. It was so scary to walk outside with no way to see where you were going. I kept hoping he'd grab my hair or put a leash on me so at least I felt like I was being led. But he was walking right behind me. I trusted that he wouldn't let me fall or step off a cliff. But still I went very slowly and I whimpered most of the way, my feet hurting from a lot of rocks I stepped on during this walk. It was mostly a shuffle, not a walk.

He didn't say anything to me at all.

Before too long, I felt his hand in my hair and right away I was relieved.

He brought me around to the left and then he told me to step up. I did, my voice afraid as it whimpered through my duct tape and panties.

"Do what I said, step up.", he calmly instructed and then I heard a long, loud bang, like a gate or some kind of door closing.

It felt like we were inside something now, out of the sun. I hated not being able to see, it just made everything more intense.

"Home sweet home.", he said close to me as he began to untie my elbows.

"Now we can get to know each other a little bit.", he said as he untied my wrists, my arms completely free now.

He grabbed my hair and shoved me against something wooden..a wall? He was taking my t shirt completely off me now, and he was moving his hands all over my body again, pinning me against the wall as he roughly molested me, his hand vigorously rubbing against my pussy lips as I gritted my groans in protest.

"I think I'll leave you blind for awhile longer.", he said as he walked away from me, "You're more respectful when you need me."

I was afraid to move away from the wall without help and he knew it.

"Crawl over here to me.", he ordered, making kissing sounds as I slowly got down and moved towards his voice, "Come on, girl…come find me."

I kept crawling until I did find his bare foot. Then I felt his hand on the back of my neck and he said, "Go to sleep."

"Wakey wakey.", his voice said as his hand tapped my cheek.

I opened my eyes and found that the tape was gone from my eyes and mouth. No panties in my mouth either. My mouth was free and empty. I felt my arms up around behind my head and saw that I was in a metal and wooden kind of chair but not a normal one. Behind my head was a wooden post and my wrists were cuffed behind that post and locked in.

Then my legs were far apart, a block of wood under each of my thighs, my ankles held in metal shackles down under the blocks of wood. Under my bare pussy was nothing only air and it left me hanging out there, exposed, tilted upwards for easy access. My feet couldn't touch the ground and I moved them, testing out my bearings. I could not move much at all. I tried to struggle my arms to see how much movement I had there. A little but not much. My neck was free that was something. I looked down and saw my naked body, completely helpless. I looked around and saw that I was inside a horse pen, there was a locked gate to my right and you could see the outside through the bars. All I could see out there were trees.

I wondered where he was. I decided to play my part and start to scream for help. Only my way.

"You fuck !", I growled, "Let me out of this thing !"

"When my father finds you you're getting the fucking chair !", I threatened again, struggling my feet.

"I think YOU have the chair right now, baby.", his voice was coming from the corner of the room.

There was a table over there with him and he had his back to me, where I couldn't see him.

"Let me GO !", I screeched, trying to break free.

"I can't do that.", he said quietly, "You're mine now."

"No !", I roared, "Fuck you !"

"What a nasty little mouth you have.", he observed, "I think you've said enough."

He came from behind me and placed a large purple ball into my mouth, buckling the strap behind my head. It was very hot….it started to burn my tongue and mouth !

I screamed and jerked my head, tears coming to my eyes as I struggled to get it out.

"There's a cure for that mouth of yours.", he looked into my eyes, holding my chin up, "Hot sauce. Enjoy it."

I groaned and clenched my eyes as it went into my mouth and began working its evil magic.

He stood beside me and began to fondle my breasts again as I kept suffering from the hot sauce gag, growling at him as he moved his hands down my torso and to my spread open pussy.

"I'm going to love playing with you, baby.", he said, manipulating my pussy lips with his hands as I deeply groaned in my gag.

His hand slapped down over my clit and pussy and I screamed, jerking up a bit as he rubbed fast circles on my clit…then as I moaned he slapped my pussy again, making me howl.

He repeated this a few more times as my mouth continued to burn, my eyes blurry from the tears the hot sauce was producing.

The shackles around my ankles kept clicking in the air as I jerked and writhed in his cruel hands.

His fingers slid inside me again and he was agitating my g spot, curling his fingers into it as I moaned and jerked up and down in my wicked little chair.

He walked away from me and came back with silver chains. I couldn't tell what it was until he began to pinch my right nipple. He hardened it and licked it with that gorgeous tongue and then placed a silver clamp onto it.

"OWWWW", I squealed loudly as it pinched closed. I wasn't very fond of these clamp things but we played with them a lot. Master loved putting them on me.

He ignored me and put a clamp on my other nipple…and I saw there was a silver chain connecting the two clamps. I made a very sad sound as I looked down at them.

"Not very tough for a cop's daughter, are you ?", he asked, now moving down to my pussy.

I made very afraid screams now as he pinched my pussy lip and attached another clamp to it.

"UUHHHHHH", I cry screamed that time. That was painful but only for a second…now it was numbing already.

He went to the other pussy lip and attached a clamp there too, a chain connecting them also.

I whimpered, trying to be quiet. He hated the loud screaming.

Now he went to the clamps on my breasts and attached little triangular things onto the chain in between my nipples. The chain pulled down significantly, pulling my nipples with them ! Weights !

He put two more into those chains and now my nipples felt on fire, being yanked down hard !

I tried to protest but MMMMMM was all I could say.

He began attaching the triangles to the chain in my pussy next as my screams begged him not to.

I felt my pussy lips pull down until they were also smarting very much. I roared and struggled but that made the weights move and that was even worse.

"You're so beautiful in chains.", he told me as he walked away to get something else while I mewed and whimpered.

I heard a buzzing sound and he was coming at me with the black and gold vibrator wand. It had a bulbus round end and he put it right against my clit, on the highest speed !

I screamed and jerked up, the vibrations amazing but also making it more difficult with the weights on my pussy and nipples. I was soon screaming and moaning like an animal, bucking and my eyes rolling back into my head while he looked down at my poor confused pussy.

Several times as I got close to coming, he would turn the vibrator off. He loved to deny me orgasms it was the worst kind of torment.

"PPLLLSSSS MSSTTRRR", I pleaded, screeching and howling as he held the vibrator on me for the fifth time.

"Alright you may come.", he allowed me at last and I screamed and bucked…arching back a bit as my body jerked and came with all its might.

"THHKKK YYYY MSSTTRRR", I muffled my thanks to him afterwards as I slowly started to come down.

He put the vibrator back on me again and again until I was a roaring, screaming mess.

I was sweaty and weak by the sixth orgasm in a row.

He turned it off and placed it on the table, coming back.

"Now that it's nice and sensitive…", he unbuttoned his jeans, "I think it's ready for a good pounding."

My eyes went large as he took his beautiful big cock out and stood between my legs. He removed the clamps on my pussy and I screamed as the blood rushed back into them…that's when he penetrated me super deep in the first stroke.

"UUHHHHHHHH", I cried out, screaming as he grabbed my ass underneath me and pulled me back and forth into him as he fucked me.

All I could do was feel him driving into me again and again, harder and harder…I shouted and came over and over again as he took his sweet time ravaging me. He was growling and thrusting with more fury the more I begged and groveled without words.

I'm not sure how long it was before he withdrew and stopped. I was there, groaning and growling, agonized and pleasured to death at the same time. My legs and arms were shivering as I tried to catch my breath.

I watched his perfect little ass, white as a dove, moving away from me. As much as I was suffering I wanted more. I would gladly die this way if he wanted.

He came back with the flogger in his hand, naked. Smiling.

I began to whimper but he was not hearing that.

"I just gave you a lot of pleasure.", he began flogging my breasts, "Now you owe me some suffering."

He flogged me every where…my pussy, my breasts…my legs, my torso…even my feet. Some lashes were lighter than others…he varied it so I was not super distressed. I did have tears on my face as he finished.

"When I say present.", he instructed, "You stick that pussy OUT to me, no second thoughts, just do it. You understand ?"

I nodded and we practiced that. When he flogged my breasts he said PRESENT and I arched back, giving my breasts to him as he worked them over. Then the same with my pussy. I braced myself and cried out as he flogged me.

Then afterwards, he rubbed lotion on me everywhere…he massaged me and didn't leave one inch of me untouched. He kissed me all over…healing any hurt I ever had.

"You're being very good.", he informed me, stroking my face, "You're a sweet little toy."

"Go to sleep." he said and I felt his hand on the back of my neck...and my eyes closed.

Later, I opened my eyes slowly and found myself on all fours on a wooden block. My ankles were shackled with metal and padlocked down. My knees were also shackled to the block. My ass was up in the air, a long pipe under my hips holding it up in place, and my wrists were shackled with metal and chains were screwed down to the wooden block under me. I could lift my hands up a bit. My legs were far apart and my mouth was ungagged and free.

It was dark outside now and I was alone for the moment. I waited there quietly, hoping he would come soon. He was approaching and opened the outer gate door, closing it behind him. He was holding something I couldn't see. Then a match was lit and a tiny flame was coming towards me.

"Happy Birthday, 317.", he was holding a little chocolate cupcake in his hand with a single candle stuck in the center of it.

I was so touched and embarrassed at the same time but I felt tears in my eyes.

"Aww.", I said, "Master…"

"Make a wish.", he held it up to me and I did make one. I blew it out and smiled at him.

"Are you going to sing happy birthday to me ?", I asked playfully.

"Not on your life.", he answered and I laughed.

"Open.", he said with a very sweet tone. He unwrapped the cupcake paper off the bottom and held it up to my lips.

I pulled back.

"Is this a joke ?", I was paranoid, "Is this a shit cupcake ?"

He looked at me with a little frown.

"Open your mouth and eat it before I change my mind.", he ordered.

I opened my lips and took a bite. Oh my God it was FUCKING amazing ! So moist so chocolately ! The frosting was unbelievable !

Soon it was gone and I was very happy.

He smiled at me.

"Was it good ?", he asked, "Did you like that ?"

"Yes Master.", I licked my lips, still tasting it, "Thank you so much. You're the best."

He grinned at me.

"How'd you like something else in your mouth ?", he asked, slowly unbuttoning his jeans.

My mouth did fall open just then.

"You're serious ?", I asked him, afraid to assume.

"Oh, I'm deadly serious.", he took his ivory penis out and it was already hard as a rock, ready to go.

"This is the best present EVER !", I was so thrilled.

"You have use of your hands.", he informed, "So do a good job. Impress me."

He dropped his pants down to his ankles and watched me as I began to kiss every inch of his hairless thighs, his balls, licking and sucking on them as his voice gave a very pleased moan. I took my time like he did always and put all my enthusiasm into it…caressing every inch of him with my tongue and mouth, kissing and sucking…flicking that very sensitive spot the frenulum like I learned…he really loved that part. His growl was like a tiger's, not human but still fucking sexy as hell. I used my hands to massage his balls and tickle up underneath his penis as I finally took him into my mouth and made my mouth so wet and sloppy inside…the sucking sounds were loud and slushy but his moans were even louder.

I worked his penis up and down hard as I sucked and devoured him like the best fucking lollipop ever invented. It WAS like his cock was a drug I had to have…and couldn't live without. I waited long enough for it. I wouldn't disappoint him now.

I moaned and hummed as I sucked him down my throat, relaxing my gag reflexes as he taught me on the dildo. I choked and gagged a bit as he liked, he loved the sounds of that. I suffered and held my breath as he deep throated me and held himself there until he decided I could breathe again and continue.

"Fuck 317.", he was moaning by the end of it, "FUCK !"

His eyes were closed and his head back as I did all my tricks on his rock hard penis. I began to move up and down real fast on it and he grabbed my hair, helping me go even faster.

"FUCK FUCK FUCK!", he was roaring, "Don't STOP DON'T YOU FUCKING STOP 317 ! "

I wouldn't stop now if I were on fire. I never heard him like this before and I was doing it to him !

His hands grabbed the wood posts at my sides and splinters burst everywhere but I didn't stop.

He was gasping and panting and I couldn't believe this ! That fucker on youtube knew what he was talking about !

"JESUS FUCKING CHRIST !", he shouted, about to grab my arms but then he stopped himself, and grabbed the pipes of the block I was chained to.

"PLEASE DON'T STOP, 317 !", he almost pleaded as I kept bobbing my mouth up and down so tight around him.

I would lose consciousness before I stopped now. He was so beautiful this way I never wanted it to end.

"I'm gonna come.", he panted as he looked at me and I could see his eyes were red. I didn't panic.

"Swallow it.", he gritted his teeth and I kept sucking and licking while I went up and down harder.

His voice went higher for a second and he screamed out so loud the ground shook !

He grabbed my hair and held me to him as hot liquid burst from his head and into my mouth. He wasn't letting me move away from him until I swallowed it…and I did. It did taste wonderful and that was surprising. Most of my friends told me how horrible semen tasted to them.

He broke away from me suddenly and destroyed the entire wall across from me with one fling of his arm. He landed on his back in the center of the debris and panted, his chest moving in and out as I stayed there, on all fours on my perch.

Then suddenly a fucking burning began to happen inside of me that I never felt before. I knew it was the venom but this was different.

"Oh shit.", I heard him say as he looked at me.

"Hold on baby.", he moved like the flash and in a half second I had a bottle of water in my mouth and he was pouring it into me as I gurgled it down.

It did help and then the burning was over. He looked at my eyes with concern.

"Are you alright ?", he asked, tilting my chin up so he could assess me.

"I'm fine.", I replied, feeling his arm around me was so wonderful.

"Are YOU alright ?", I asked him.

He smiled.

"I'm fucking amazing.", he answered without hesitation.

I smiled up at him, so proud of myself.

"I did good ?", I asked.

"Are you fucking kidding ?", he asked, stunned, "That was the best Goddamn blowjob I've ever had."

"Really ?!", I asked, not believing it.

"Really.", he shot back, looking at the mess he made of the wood he made my perch out of.

"You've never done that before ?", he didn't believe me, "I mean, you really learned all that on the dildo, practicing ?"

"Yea.", I shrugged, "I thought I wasn't going to be that good the first try. I can't believe you loved it that much !"

"Fuck, yes I did.", he looked at me in awe, "You will be doing that a lot so I hope you liked it."

"I loved it !", I said, "I loved hearing how happy you were. You said please don't stop…I love that."

"I'll have to have something concrete to hold onto next time.", he thought aloud, "I wanted to hold you but I was afraid I'd tear your arms off."

"Your eyes are red.", I smiled up at him.

"I know.", he looked down, as if to hide them.

"No don't.", I told him, "I love your real eyes. Don't hide them."

He squinted at me again.

"What's wrong with you, you wicked little succubus ?", he asked jokingly.

"A lot.", I answered, "But it looks like my broken pieces fit into yours. So I'm glad."

"Me too.", he put his forehead on mine, "Happy Birthday, 317. Bella Swan."

I closed my eyes and inhaled as I soared in the air mentally, on top of the world.

"Thank you, Master.", I whispered, "If it wasn't for you, I wouldn't HAVE a birthday today."

He took my face into his hands and kissed me like he never kissed me before. I felt high and dizzy and powerful…I had him…even if it was only this moment I have him…and he completely has me.

He broke my chains with his fingers and ripped my shackles out of the wood, not bothering to unscrew them this time.

Picking me up, I wrapped my legs around his waist and kissed him with all the passion inside me, grabbing his hair as hard as I could pull it…my tongue wrestling against his.

He moaned again and turned, putting my back to the wall and holding my ass so he could thrust inside me again. I screamed and my head jerked back and he kissed my neck as he fucked me harder.

I rode up and down on him as he pounded inside me and we were like two animals. I could only see his eyes in the dark corner here but that was good enough for me. I made sounds like I was dying of pleasure and he didn't stop, his teeth biting but not piercing the top of my breast as he pulled my hair back, making me arch back more so he could get to my breast completely.

He held me without any effort at all as he kept fucking me. I didn't care if he wanted to fuck for four hours I would take it. I had a fantasy that he would devour me right now, just like this…bite me and drink me…suck me dry as I screamed out in ecstasy. It would be a fucking great death.

His body laid down on the ground and he took me with him, letting me ride on top as he laid there, looking up at me in wonder, as if to ask, how did THIS girl get so good at this ?! This IS the geek from volleyball class, isn't it ?!

He took his hands off me again and put them up near his head, letting me be in control and that was also beautiful.

His eyes closed and he snarled as I kept bouncing up and down on him. I can't explain it. I'm terrible at everything but here I am…and he trusts me. He is relaxing and letting me drive. He's loving it.

I nearly cried at the feeling of it all.

It's like our bodies were meant to be together, like two puzzle pieces that just fit perfectly.

I was afraid that he would want my blood with how turned on he was looking. I would give it to him without question if he wanted it. But he said he wasn't ready for it yet. That was yesterday.

Holding me tight to him, he stopped me from moving and then he growled out furiously, and I did feel that little burn inside me again. I ignored it, knowing I was alright. What I focused on was his face…it looked so peaceful, as if he was about to fall asleep.

I wanted to say I love you to him but I held it in. Instead, I took his face in my hands and kissed him very softly, hoping that would say it to him.

Without a word, he curled his arms around me and held me to him, and we laid there, out of breath, just being there together. It is the best birthday ever.

As the sun began to rise outside, I blinked a few times. I looked and could now see clearer the bolt in the floor right under my chin. The collar I had on was a thick, clunky metal thing and it was padlocked to the round circle bolt I was looking at right now. I had tried to lay my head down on the hay that was strewn all around me, I was guessing so I'd have a soft place to sleep during the night. But the way my head was right to the floor with no chain or leash to even move my face from the ground, it was impossible to even rest.

I was on my knees but not straight up, my ass was able to rest upon the backs of my legs as I drooled some more, my mouth open in a ring gag that held it open. It was nice to be able to breathe but the drool factor bothered me a bit. It was a bit chilly in here and I wished I could gather the hay around me more…but my wrists were locked to the belts around my thighs. I opened my fists and curled my fingers a bit to make sure everything was circulating alright.

My hair just laid over my face, and I couldn't even move it off the way my head was down. I wonder how many hours I had been here. A long time. My back was a little sore but I had become used to that. Part of my training with Master was about being in uncomfortable positions for long periods of time. Some nights he would just tie me in these predicaments and then he would quiz me on my Spanish or make me tell him about the Great Depression or the Civil War.

In every sense of the word, he really was my father, my teacher, my lover, my Master, and even my friend. I really didn't need anyone else but him. He didn't study FOR me, he demanded that I study myself but then he always made sure I was even better than the teachers here demanded of me.

In addition to that, he was teaching me art, creative writing, philosophy, poetry, you name it. If he thought it would help me, he would give me the book to read. And then become my teacher.

I heard in the distance shower water running somewhere. There must be a house around here closeby. I wished I could've been laying in bed with him right now, taking a shower with him. But we still hadn't gotten THAT close yet. I still never saw his house and he said I never would. I wondered why.

One thing was for sure: he wasn't like anyone I'd ever known. He wasn't always the nice guy, the politically correct guy, the guy who did all the right things…no that's not Edward Cullen. And if he started to act that way I would be upset. I for the most part, really liked who he was. He was honest, brutally so sometimes. That takes guts. And he never apologized for it, either. This is who he was and that was the deal. He's 265 why would he pretend to be anything different ?

I still couldn't stop hearing his voice last night…please don't stop 317. He sounded so vulnerable in that moment and I really felt so close to him. I was smiling that I was able to make him feel that great and I hoped I would get more chances to get him there again. He always seemed not to need anything but last night he did. He needed me. That made me deliriously happy.

I could see the demolished wall across from me where he smashed it with his hand after he had come. That could've been me, a part of my brain thought but I pushed that idea away. He wouldn't do that to me.

Last night, after midnight, we had gotten back into our characters. Him, the kidnapper from the road and me, the cop's daughter who was trying to get away from him. He chained me here and turned off the light, telling me to sleep well and then he locked the gate door behind him.

The shower water turned off so I decided to start playing my part again. I whimpered and put myself in the space of a girl chained up here against her will. It was a lot of fun, playing this. It's like I was writing a story but I was actually living inside it at the same time. I loved it. And so does he.

I began to jerk my head up and down, trying to see if I could break the lock that held me to the ring in the ground. It was hurting my neck to do this but I kept going anyway. I tried to rise up on my knees more, to get more leverage…my ass was high up in the air, my naked body a little dusty from the dirt floor. I gave a little cry as I jerked my head up and down again, making a cute little clicking sound with the metal ring and padlock. I whimpered, trying to blow the hair out of my face as I tried it again.

I could hear someone coming and my heart beat faster. More quickly, I began to try and free my collar from the floor, panicking a bit as my captor approached.

I saw him outside the gate door and he was unlocking it. He entered and locked it behind him, whistling. He looked and smelled freshly showered, his hair wet and laying haphazardly over one eye. Fuck that's hot. I love his hair wet.

"Good morning, baby.", he kept calling me that and then I knew we were playing our characters.

I growled angrily at him, my body hurting as he looked relaxed and clean.

"Now that's not very nice.", he said, smiling a little, moving around behind me in the corner.

I kept trying to free myself, my breathing a bit more distressed, the clicking louder now.

"You're going to hurt yourself.", he kept doing what he was doing, just warning me.

"RRRRRR", I made my body struggle now in addition to my neck.

"You'd better calm down.", he quietly said as I heard some water running, "We have a lot to do today. Your owner is picking you up tonight."

I stopped and tried to look at him but couldn't. What ? What owner ?

"I just sold you for $5,000.", he informed, coming back over to me with a bowl of water, placing it down next to me.

I thought this was a great idea he had. I really began to struggle now, making very angry sounds as he got down on one knee beside me, moving his hand over my hair.

"I tried to get more.", he kept going, "But a bratty little girl is not as fetching as a well behaved, trained slut."

I kept struggling, trying to get his hand off me as I growled, panting.

He reached behind him and got a bucket and placed it next to me. It was empty.

"You must have to piss, you didn't go all night last night.", he said, and he raised my ass enough to put the bucket under me, "Go."

I whimpered, my nose still to the floor as he waited. I really did have to go but this was so degrading. And he was right there, waiting, watching.

"Let's go, girl.", he raised his voice, "This is your one chance to go today so take it. If you piss on yourself later, I'll be so upset with you."

I clenched my eyes and just let it go. I could hear my pee hitting the plastic bucket and I felt mortified.

"That's a good bitch.", he said approvingly as I whimpered, "Get it all out."

The smell of urine was awful and I cried as I finished and he took the bucket away.

"If you're real good today, I won't dump it over your head later.", he said from behind me.

"Don't worry, I'll have you all cleaned up before your owner gets here.", he assured.

I kept trying to struggle in my collar when he came back over and sat beside me, wiping my vagina with a wet wipe as I tensed and panted.

"It's alright.", he kept petting me, "He's a nice guy. He'll take good care of you."

"RRRRRRR", I answered.

"He loves to break little girls like you.", he further informed, "He loves to bring the pain. Hmm. Maybe he's not so nice after all, at least as far as YOU'RE concerned."

I kept jerking my neck up and down and he let me struggle while I protested.

"He's not much of a looker though.", he moved his hand over my back, to my ass, "Fat…in his fifties…balding…"

I really yelled now and fought, my knees almost leaping off the ground as he chuckled.

"His money is good though.", he decided, "And that's all I care about. The rest is your problem."

I kept fighting and growling, afraid to turn into a sad sounding captive.

"See, he's gonna LOVE that growling shit.", he stood up and patted my ass, "Me, not so much. Plus now the heat is off me and on him for when your genius of a father tracks him down. He lives in France. That's a long way from Forks. It may take him awhile."

"Oh you don't even speak French, do you ?", he asked, "Oh man, is that gonna suck for you, having an owner you can't understand. You're in some deep shit."

I loved this it was amazing. He is so creative.

I was getting tired and sore from struggling and I finally did take a break, panting and stopping for now.

"I'm going to unlock the collar.", he said as he came back over to me, "Then you can have your breakfast and we can start preparing you for your flight."

"UUGGGHHHHH", was all I could say, my mouth held open in the metal ring gag locked between my teeth.

"If you start acting up, I'm putting you back.", he stated, "Got that ?"

I nodded and tried to slow my breathing, hoping for another chance to make my break. Playing nice was a very good idea. Make him take his guard down, then make my move.

"Alright.", he said and I saw his hands with a key open the padlock that held my collar. He removed the link from the lock out of my collar and slowly he raised me up by my hair.

"Easy.", he said as I strained a bit, raising up. My mouth did release a small little moan of discomfort.

"Aww.", he said, and in a second, he was rubbing something very hot onto my back, massaging it in well. It smelled like peppermint. Icy hot. My Dad used it all the time. It began to heat up so nicely over my back and I gave a little mew of pleasure at it.

"That's a good girl.", he praised me, taking my hair in his hand again and moving me so I was in front of the water bowl.

"Drink.", he ordered me softly.

I made myself bend back down to lick the water. I made another sound of immense satisfaction as it was nice and cold, my throat and mouth were so dry. I sucked it up as much as I could with the ring gag in. My tongue was doing most of the work.

"Oh sorry.", he said, and unbuckled the strap behind my head, and he carefully took the ring gag out of my mouth, massaging my cheeks with one hand under my chin, "That better ?"

I nodded and didn't say anything yet. I wanted my water.

"Go on.", he allowed that, watching me drink it all.

"After you eat, I'll clean you up and then we take some pictures, we'll take a video…", he went over the list in his mind as I licked the last of the water out of the bowl.

"He wants to see you when you're whipped.", he informed as I peeked up at him, "You can be as bratty as you like in the video, he likes that kind of thing."

"Please don't do this.", I made myself say to him, looking at him as he raised a brow at me and went to get another bowl from the table.

"My father will pay more than $5,000 for me.", I told him, "You can ransom me, you'll get more."

He laughed as he brought the bowl back over to me.

"I don't want that risk.", he said as if I were stupid, "I'm the middle man. I look good, I smile, I catch you…I sell you, then I'm done. It's been working great for me for the last ten years. You're not going to talk me out of my career path, sweetie."

"I won't press charges.", I began and he laughed at me again, it was a chilling laugh.

"That is the biggest lie every single bitch tells me.", he put a bowl down in front of me. It was very runny looking eggs. Scrambled. I'm cool with that.

"But I know damn well if you got out of here right now you'd be dialing 911 before I could catch my breath.", he folded his arms, a white t shirt on him today…and gray jeans, no shoes.

"I'm not going back to prison.", he said as I started to eat my eggs, I was starving.

He's so good at this. I felt chilled inside already.

"I did five years when a girl told me she wouldn't press charges.", he continued, bitterly, "Guess what ? She did. And she testified in court and looked right at me, ratting me out. All you sluts are the same. Liars down to your bones. Besides, your father is a cop, he doesn't have more than five grand in the bank."

Okay he's not going to be convinced to let me go. Option 2: Find a way to get free.

Play nice.

I ate all the eggs and licked my lips as he came over and took the bowls away. I waited there and he did come back, a bucket of steamy water and another bucket with other things in it, a hard looking brush like you'd use on a horse, a hairbrush, body wash.

"Don't look so sad.", he knelt behind me, pulling me by my hair so I was resting back against his body.

"Mmmmm", he held my head back with his hand over my mouth, and his other hand was roughly feeling me up. I made violated sounds, not roars…I tried to move but he held me in place, stroking along my stomach…then back up to my breast, clutching and releasing….my eyes clenched as he took his time making me feel like a piece of meat.

"Your skin is so soft.", he commented as he explored my other breast now, "At least we have today. I can play with you all day until your new Daddy shows up. Would you like that ? You won't find any guys like me where you're going. I could be the last pretty face you ever see."

I made myself nod and make a small sound of fear as he let my mouth go and shoved his tongue inside it, kissing me very demandingly, not letting me have air.

He only let me have small breaths in between his kisses and his two hands were grabbing my breasts now…I whimpered and tried to act submissive as he kept kissing me. His arms coiled around my waist and his mouth found the spot where my neck ended and my shoulder began. He bit down firmly not breaking skin and sucked and licked…I was having a real struggle inside me…turned on and afraid.

"I want my cock in your mouth again.", he sneered into my ear, "You'll be good, won't you ? No teeth."

I nodded, breathing, "Yes."

"If you bite me,", he stood and came around in front of me, "I'll kill you."

I looked up at him and saw that his eyes meant it. Not really, in the game.

I nodded, breathing, "I won't bite."

He picked up a chain and looped it around my neck, it was a choke chain that he could pull and tighten it around my neck if he chose to.

He made it very snug and I strained a bit to breathe. He looked at my face and unzipped his jeans, his eyes telling me not to dare anything stupid.

I was secretly glad that he wanted me to take him into my mouth again. I had a feeling this was going to be the norm now.

"Do a good job.", he took hold of the leash and revealed his hard, huge penis. I opened my mouth wide and he put it in.

Right away, I went very fast…desperate to please him so he'd be nice to me. I wet the inside of my mouth and licked and sucked furiously, not having use of my hands I did my best.

"Ohhh yessss", he was already moaning, tightening my leash as I went harder, making my mouth go all the way to the base of his shaft, taking him all in. My throat made strange sounds as he fucked my mouth deeply, his hand in my hair guiding my head as he thrust inside my mouth.

A few times he held his cock in the back of my throat and held it there…I closed my eyes and held my breath, not moving. Then he would pull out abruptly and I choked and gagged. He loved that.

"Again.", he kept doing this for awhile as a tear fell out of my eye. After a few times, he went back to letting me slide my lips back and forth around him, I twisted and moved back and forth at the same time, sucking the head as hard as I could from time to time, getting a very loud moan from him.

This was the rough way a kidnapper would probably demand oral sex. I tried to keep up and do my best.

"Enough." He finally said, shoving me away, making me fall to the floor, the choke leash loosening as I gasped and panted for air.

"You're too fucking good at that.", his voice scowled, "Slut."

He stood over me and picked up the leash, pinching my neck in it as I sat up a bit, gasping.

"How many dicks have you sucked, you little bitch ?", he demanded.

"One.", I gurgled, desperate for air.

"Lying bitch.", he released me.

He paced for a minute, looking out the bars to the outside world. I looked around for something I could hide, a weapon….there was nothing there but bath stuff.

Coming back to me, he forced my face down to the hay and put his knee on the back of my neck so he could uncuff my wrists from the belts around my thighs. God he was strong. It felt like a piano was on my neck.

I tried to struggle again but he easily overpowered me. He got the chain leash and tightened it cruelly as I couldn't even speak let alone breathe. I felt my neck tightening and I stopped fighting.

He let it go and I doubled over, gobbling up air as I groaned and coughed.

"Get up.", he grabbed my hair and I got to my feet. He began to put my arms behind me, arm on top of arm behind my back and he was tying those together, both at the elbows and then at the wrists. Then that rope went around my neck and back down around my arms again. He removed the belts around my thighs and then he began to tie ropes around my ankles, then a few strands around my waist. He tossed a rope over the beam above me and began to slowly pull it…and my legs were being pulled out from under me…and upwards…I started to panic and scream a little but he paid me no attention.

When he was through, I had one leg sticking straight up, my body was hanging sideways, and my other leg was bent and tied together at the knee and ankle. My pussy was wide open as I hung there, my hair down over my face again. I was a few feet off the ground when he tied the ropes to the bars in the side of the wall to my left. We had done this position a few times before and I was better at handling it now.

I whimpered and was afraid to struggle too much in this position. He didn't gag me yet but then he took a hairbrush and began to run it through my hair, pulling at the tangles as I winced and said OW now and then.

He brushed it back away from my face, placing it over my shoulder but making sure my breasts were showing. He took a few steps back and began to use a digital camera to take pictures of me.

As weird as it sounds, every digital little beep that echoed after he took each shot unnerved me. It was a deeper humiliation, thinking he was taking pictures to show to people, strangers, or this owner guy.

"Oh yea,", he clicked another one, "Keep making that bitch face of yours. He'll love that."

"Smile.", he ordered me a few minutes later. I tried to. He took more pictures.

He spun me around and I did go around a few times…I screamed and trembled and he took a video of that.

Then he took pictures of me from behind. I was really trembling, getting into the game, thinking…who was this man, what would he do to me ? No one would ever find me. I'd be fucked.

"Close up.", he came closer and held my face up with his hand and took a couple more pictures of my face.

"Smile, I said !", he shouted and I gave a weak smile as he clicked the picture.

He took close ups of my breasts and pussy, and ass. He spread my asshole open and took pictures of that.

Once that ordeal was over, he took the bucket and put some body wash into it, and took the hard looking brush and dipped it in the soapy water, and began to scrub my foot with it.

"OWWW", I squealed, it was very rough and stingy as he moved it up and down on the bottom of my dirty foot.

He held my ankle with the other hand and kept working, getting in between my toes and dipping it into the bucket again, coming back to move the brush over the top of my foot now…and that hurt even worse.

"Behave little girl.", he warned me as he worked, "Or I'll get mad."

"Hey…", I began to try to speak to him, "Can I ask you something ?"

He grinned and kept scrubbing me as I winced, trying not to scream.

"Sure.", he said as if to say why not ?

"What's your name ?", I dared.

He looked at me like I was really brain dead to ask him such a question.

"Or what can I call you ?", I asked.

"How about…Sir?", he suggested kindly.

"Alright.", I took a breath, "Sir…listen…don't do this. I know you don't owe me shit but I'm begging you…I don't want to go to France…"

He smiled and was now scrubbing up my leg to my kneecap, the soapy water very hot.

"I don't think you have much choice.", he stopped and asked, "What's YOUR name ?"

Two can play at that game.

"You can call me Miss.", I retorted.

He didn't like that.

His fingers pulled down hard on the choke leash and I gagged and struggled. Then he released it.

"BELLA !", I choked, "Bella !"

"Don't forget who has the upper hand here, Bella.", he looked into my eyes, their deadly fire burning into mine.

"So, Bella…", he got more hot water and began scrubbing up my thigh as I tensed and endured it.

"What game are you playing now ?", he asked, "Are you trying to appeal to my good nature or something ?"

"No", I tried to think, "I just…don't you know what's going to happen to me after you…sell me ?"

"Yea.", he shrugged, "You'll be sedated and put in a box and flown to France…then I guess when you wake up you'll meet your owner and he'll fuck you senseless. After hurting you, of course. Then he'll start training you to be a good little pup. And you'll be his. And when he gets tired of you, he'll either kill you or sell you to someone else. Depending on your value at that point…"

Shit.

"Please…", I calmly spoke as he put the hot wet brush to my pussy now, "AAAAAAA !"

He brushed me everywhere, every crevice. It was painful and hot but I could do nothing to stop him as he inserted his fingers into the soapy wetness there…curling them a bit as I moaned and begged.

"Nice and tight.", he observed, "Your new Daddy will be very pleased."

"I don't WANT a new Daddy!", I growled. I don't even want the one I DO have.

"Too bad.", he didn't sound angry just amused, "You're bought and paid for. Your chance to be free ended when you so sweetly came to my aid on the road. Thanks for that by the way. I was looking for a blonde but I think you'll do much better. I prefer brunettes myself."

He got more soapy water in his brush and went to work on my stomach area, the bristles were killing me, scratching…so hot.

He cleaned inside my belly button with his finger as he stared at me.

"You never feel bad about doing this…?", I tried that route.

"Not really.", he shook his head, smiling as he stood on a wooden box, so he could reach my other foot above me, my other leg. He began to scrub there next.

"I think they called me a sociopath…", he recalled, "When they had me in prison."

Fuck. He is really good at this game. I was really getting scared…a bit.

"Sir ?", I asked him a couple minutes later as he worked the brush over my right breast.

"What Bella ?", he responded, concentrating on his work as I tried to hide my pained expression.

"How about…if I was yours ?", I asked him, "I'll be yours. You don't have to sell me to that other guy."

"I don't want you.", he simply answered without emotion, "I want the five grand."

Damn.

"I'll do anything…", I began to negotiate, "Please…my life is over if that guy takes me…"

"It's already over.", he scrubbed my other breast now, unaffected, "All you have is today. You should just relax and try to enjoy it. Stop bargaining with me, it's boring."

I felt tears in my eyes at the helpless fucking feeling this was…I imagined what it would really be like if this happened to me. I was terrified.

When he was done scrubbing me, he stood back on the ground and turned on a hose…and with cold water he hosed all the soapy water off me. I screamed, hating the cold and wetness…he put the hose over my head and let my hair get soaked, my face…I tried to turn away from it but he shouted at me.

"Turn your face up here.", he ordered, "Open your mouth."

I did what he said and he let the hose fill my mouth with the icy water. My body was shivering all over as he told me to hold the water in my mouth.

I held my mouth open, looking up as he stared down at me, the water sitting in there for an eternity.

"Spit.", he turned my head to the side as I spit it out. He repeated this several times until I was panting and coughing.

He put the hose up my pussy next and washed it out real good in there too. I hollered and raged at this but he never paid attention to me.

"I'd do your ass but he wants to give you the enema himself.", he revealed coldly.

"Oh my God.", I whimpered, shivering, freezing.

He let me drip dry as he brushed my wet hair back into a neat ponytail.

Later, as I hung there and he was putting the bath items away, I dared to ask.

"What's the name of the guy who's buying me ?"

He grinned and replied, "Master."

I just gave him a very evil look and he returned it ten fold.

"Mind your fucking eyes when they look at me.", his voice turned lethal in a moment, "Get those bitch eyes off me now or I'll tape them closed again."

I closed my eyes and looked down.

"I wanted us to have fun together today.", he said, "But I can see that's not going to happen. I guess I'll just hurt you instead. But don't blame me. You did this."

"I'm sorry,", I changed my voice to sweet now, "Sir. I'm sorry. I really do want to have fun with you today. I'll be good."

He didn't answer me.

Now he was setting up the camera onto a little tripod thing that he placed on a table across from me.

He looked into it and I tried to smile at him as he focused it.

"No, don't behave in the video.", he looked at me, "He wants a little bitch so that's how you act in the video. Behave after it's done."

"Yes Sir.", I agreed.

"You're lucky I can't cane you.", he told me as he walked around behind me, "He insists on marking you himself. So, I'll just have to whip you a little."

He was talking, it sounded like, to the owner on the video, standing behind me, saying, "This is Bella. This is her reaction to the single tail."

Oh fuck ! I HATE the single tail ! It's thin and long and stings like a fucking BEE when it hits. We were still working on my resistance to that one.

He began striking it lightly against my ass as I bucked and growled with each lash. He was doing it fast, no time in between. I was screaming as he began to strike a bit harder with each blow.

I was clenching and trying to move so he couldn't hit me with it but that was pointless. Soon I was really fucking growling and screaming loudly.

"STOP IT !", I clenched my eyes, feeling tears in them, "STOP ! YOU MOTHER FUCKER!"

I went wild and my whole body was jerking and twisting. He kept going, lashing it lightly over my back now, saying to the video, "Here she comes. Here's your girl."

He wanted a bitch. He's got one.

"I'LL NEVER BELONG TO YOU - YOU OLD FUCK !", I howled as he kept whipping me, "THIS IS THE ONLY WAY YOU CAN GET A WOMAN IS TO FUCKING KIDNAP HER AND WHIP HER LIKE A DOG ?! YOU BABY PRICKED FAGGOT !"

I was screaming to the man who would watch this video.

Sir just laughed and kept working his single tail on the backs of my legs now, saying, "Oooh, this is your dream girl here. She'll be fun for you to break."

"Keep going.", he said to me, coming up beside me and lightly starting to single tail my exposed pussy now.

"OHHH NOOOOO!", I screamed, dropping the good girl act and being as animal as I could.

"YOU FUCKERS ARE GONNA FRY !", I roared, "BOTH OF YOU ARE DEAD ! DEAD !"

Sir turned to the camera and smirked, saying, "She still believes her father is gonna come save her. A bit naïve but she's got real potential. A real little bitch."

"Just for that.", he turned to me and gave me a very firm lash across my breasts. I saw stars and the pain was so intense that I couldn't even speak. Just hyperventilate.

"There you go.", he turned to the camera and said, "See you in a few hours."

I stared at him with empty round orbs for eyes and I just breathed like an animal who just got stabbed.

"That was great.", he said to me, "He may even pay me more now."

"Be right back.", he took the camera, "I'm going to send these to your Master now."

I tried to struggle again….but there was no way I was getting out of these ropes, they were expertly tied.

Would I have another chance to be untied before this guy came and they sedated me ?

Did I have a chance in Hell at all ?

I began a low growl in my chest again, feeling even more afraid than before.

I decided that there had to be some people around here somewhere…even if a kid was out here playing maybe someone would hear me.

"PLEASE SOMEONE HELP ME ! PLEASE ! I'M BELLA SWAN! PLEASE CALL THE POLICE ! IS ANYONE OUT THERE ?! PLEASE HELP ME !"

A very pissed off looking Sir was quickly coming back in but I kept shouting at the top of my lungs.

Maybe there are people around, he looks worried that I'm yelling.

"That's it, bitch.", he locked the door and went behind me. I kept screaming and struggling but then he grabbed one of the ropes holding my waist and pulled me around so he could grab my cheeks with one hand.

"Open your mouth." He had something in his other hand and he was very pissed off.

I clenched it closed and shook my head, trying to free myself but he repeated himself.

"OPEN. YOUR. FUCKING. MOUTH.", he said slowly and distinctly.

He reached in his back pocket and there were a pair of long barber scissors he showed me and he put them under my eye, just resting it there.

"Open.", he said a third time, his eyes ice, "Your mouth."

I clenched my eyes and opened my mouth. A hard thing was being shoved in there, lodging under my teeth and forcing my mouth open more as it settled inside. It feels like an apple…no it's too small for that…my tongue was touching it, exploring it to see what it was…it tastes…

He was pulling a large piece of black electrical tape from the roll and placed it on my cheek, then moved the rest of it over my entire mouth, covering it completely, then he smoothed it over my other cheek.

Oh fuck. It's an onion ! My mouth began to tingle and then burn a little as my saliva began to mix with the orb of death in my mouth.

I was gagging and protesting but it was not a very loud noise now.

"Got anything else to say ?", he stared at me, shoving me away from him and letting me swing as I kept suffering, restrained.

He watched until I stopped swinging and then he walked over to me. Without saying anything, he just played with my pussy, his fingers moving the delicate folds of skin, opening it, stroking up and down over my clit as I made little crying sounds.

"The other guy won't be as gentle as I am.", he said softly, blowing cool air onto my clitoris as my legs quivered, "I wonder if he'll keep calling you Bella. He could change your name. Or maybe he'll not give you any name at all."

Then he began to lick inside the inner lips of my pussy and found little crevices that were enflamed with lust the second his tongue ran over them. His mouth was so wet and so hot…that damn tongue had the talent. It swirled and probed and reached and curled in all the right places. He was soon fucking me with his strong tongue, his hands holding me open as he moaned and ate, delighting in it as I cried out, both from fear and from pleasure. Wanting it and not wanting it at the same time.

He kept going until I came…and I cried as I came against my will. He swallowed and sucked his lips over me as I came and he tasted me, sounding very sated after the sixth time I came. I was so sensitive down there now…it felt like I was being killed by orgasm.

"MMMMM", I heard my voice deepen as my breasts caved in and out with each breath, hoping he would not start again for the seventh time. I felt like an object that had no choice or say in what he was doing to me…and that's exactly what I was now.

Again, without saying a word to me, he took off his shirt and put it over my head, just to cover my face as he unzipped his jeans. I struggled and whimpered through my tape gag, knowing what was coming next.

"Relax, baby.", he whispered to me, "You'll like this."

He took hold of my leg that went straight up with both hands and I felt the head of his penis penetrating my pussy. I cried out and gurgled, enraged, as he entered and slid himself all the way inside me, giving a low moan. He held my leg and used it to pull me back and forth against him. Flesh slapping into flesh…his breathing heavy, my voice bouncing and pleading with each thrust.

I kept coming and spasming without words but he never stopped. I lost track of time as he kept fucking me, his fingers on my clit, working it as he pumped in and out, my body felt exhausted and weak as he slowed to a stop at last. I just hung there, groaning as he turned my body towards him and took my breast into his hand, leaning in and sucking…licking it all over…then concentrating on the nipple, taking a little bite. He moved to the other one…inhaling it and sucking, clutching the other one, his tiger like growls beginning low in his chest as he devoured my neck, keeping the shirt over my head, but pushing my chin up, licking the entire area, biting…not enough to hurt or break skin but like, flirting with the idea of it. I began to worry if he was enjoying this too much. Would he ever slip and really bite me or drink me ? Maybe he would just drink a little, like he told me. I waited and braced myself for that. It felt like this is what he was doing.

I felt his fingers on my inner thigh…right beside the vagina…he had two fingers there, finding a spot and he tapped his fingers there three times…as if waking up a vein before the nurse sticks you with the needle. I wasn't sure what I should do…what COULD I do ?

His tongue licked the little spot and his mouth opened against the flesh. This is it…

he's going to bite me !

He was there forever…not moving, as if he was frozen in that position. I held my breath, not making a peep.

He slowly moved back, letting me go. I couldn't see him with the shirt over my head but I was listening. He was so silent, even his breathing wasn't hearable.

I was so quiet, wondering if he was alright. If he was there.

Some time passed and I stayed there, just trying to relax, knowing he wouldn't leave me alone here.

He needed some time and I gave him that.

The shirt began to lift off my head and he was there, putting his shirt on.

"Hey baby.", he smiled at me, seeming as if he was alright now.

"MMMM", I responded, my eyes staring at his beautiful smile.

"If you're good, I'll take the onion out.", he told me, "Yes ?"

I nodded and tried to say YYSSS

He carefully peeled off the tape and I winced as it took little hairs and some skin cells with it. Slowly peeling it off is so much more painful.

Finally it was off and he held out his hand, waiting for the onion. I pushed it out with my tongue and he took it, tossing it behind him.

"Better ?", he asked as I nodded. He tickled the bottom of my foot and I squealed and yanked away.

"Your Master will be here in a couple hours.", he informed quietly, "We have a little more time together."

I just shivered and stared at him.

"Is there anything you want to do ?", he asked me, "Before then ?"

I didn't have a chance to reply before he took my face and started kissing me, opening his mouth and playing my tongue with his…closing and kissing me with such passion. I almost fainted.

"I'll have to brush your teeth before your Master shows up.", he grinned, "Onion breath."

"If it means anything.", he breathed, "I DO feel bad for selling you to him. You're a sweet girl and brave. I have no doubt you'll give this guy all the trouble he deserves. I'm sorry I did this to you."

"You don't have to…", I whispered back, my nose to his, "Please just let me go. You can tell him I escaped."

He gave a chuckle.

"This guy is coming all the way from France.", he stated, "If I tell him you escaped from me, I'm finished. If I'm lucky he'll only chop my hands off."

"This is the nice guy you sold me to ?", I dared to ask calmly.

"I can't undo this.", he said to me, stroking my face, "It's done. I didn't say I could help you. I just said I'm sorry."

"Please…", I felt a tear fall.

"What else do you want to do?", he became hard again, "If you keep begging then I'm just going to package you up and let you sit until he gets here."

Alright.

"Okay okay.", I said, "I'll stop. Um…let me think."

"No.", he said, "You had your chance. You went too far."

So began the next scene and now I'm straddling a block of ice, my poor little pussy lips right against the hard edge of the block. My hands are still bound behind my back like before, my breasts are bound tightly by rope, and my feet are in two separate buckets of ice water, tied to the posts of the special chair I'm locked into.

I have been here for awhile now, a ball gag in my mouth, whimpering and crying in my torment. Sir had not been here for a while now and I was hoping he'd come get me out of here soon.

Ice and cold are my weak spots.

I was shaking and quivering as he started to unlock the gate door.

He came in and locked it behind him. It was starting to get a bit darker outside and I was afraid that our time was growing shorter.

"Hello, love.", he greeted me, "Enjoying your chair ?"

I nodded, looking desperately up at him as he looked me over. He reached into the bucket one of my feet were in and he took a big ice cube out of it.

He smiled at me and moved it over my lips…numbing them a bit as I whimpered…then he moved it slowly down my chin, down my neck…down to my left nipple…circling it around the round pink nub.

I screamed out a little and he just squinted at me a bit.

"This is so soft.", he informed, "I'm being very nice to you right now. I could've done a million evil things to you. Stop it."

"For instance.", he pulled a little black thing out of his back pocket, "Know what this is ?"

I shook my head, suffering and letting my muffled voice speak that.

He held it up and a little purple beam of lightning came out of it. It made a very scary BUZZ sound. I jumped, staring at it.

"You ever play with electricity before, Bella ?", he asked, a glint in his eyes.

I shook my head at him, praying he didn't use that on me.

"With all that water and ice…", he began, "I could do horrible things to you with this. Water conducts electricity and intensifies it. It would be terrible for you, even for ten minutes, to go through that."

He let me think of this for a minute.

"But I don't want to do that to you.", he said as I relaxed, "You are going somewhere where you won't feel pleasure for a long, long time. Your life will be about pleasing others. I would like to give you some pleasure before you go. Call me a sucker but I've become a little fond of you."

I shivered and felt so horrified about the life I was about to have in a couple of hours.

"Do you want pleasure ?", he asked, "Or pain ? This is the last choice you'll be making for awhile so choose wisely."

"Plsssrrrrr", I tried to say through my ball.

"Good choice.", he smiled at me, "You're a smart girl. If you stay smart, you just might survive the next few years."

God he is chilling.

He picked up the black and gold vibrator wand and walked around behind me, putting an arm around my neck to secure me, then he watched my pussy as he put the wand against my clit.

"MMMMMM", I immediately felt the insane wonderful vibrations against my numb, ice cold clit.

"That's it…", his voice was melted honey in my ear, "Just relax and enjoy it. Don't think. Just feel it."

So many emotions. Fright. Excitement. Torment. Pleasure. Arousal. Helplessness. Desperation. Pain. Ice.

They all mingled together and became a singular feeling inside me…and all I could do was scream and come.

"That's right.", he kept talking to me, his nose nuzzled in my hair, inhaling my arousal, "Surrender to it. Don't fight it. Let go."

I was arching and bucking against the ice, my body out of control as he held me to him. He pressed the bulb of the wand against the bone right above my clit…and everything in me went wild.

I had no more control…I just jerked and screeched and cried…I let my head fall back on his shoulder and just helplessly cried and howled while he kept it there. Over and over again I came and begged wordlessly but he didn't stop until he was damn good and ready to release me of this fucking amazing torture.

"One more.", he finally said as I cried, begging, my voice able to form the word "NOOOOO noooo noooo noooooooo"

"Come on, he'll be here soon.", he told me, not taking the wand away, "I want you to go in the box happy. It'll make me feel better."

Oh well if it'll make YOU feel better…

I had no choice, I did come again, my legs feeling as if they were seizing.

"There you go.", he kissed my cheek, "Seven is a lucky number."

He turned off the wand and went to put it away as I sat there on my ice block, my feet numb in their buckets. But I didn't care at this point. I was wasted. My head hung heavy and down as he started to come back to me.

He slowly took my feet out of the icewater buckets, untying them. Then he picked me up off the ice block, placing me carefully down in the hay. I thought of running but my legs were so numb I knew I couldn't even stand. Also, the gate door was locked. There was no chance to get away. He was too good.

I babbled in a daze as he came to me, sitting me up. He took the ball gag out and said to me, "Open."

I opened my eyes and he sat there beside me with a toothbrush and a tube of toothpaste.

I did open my mouth, weakly, and let him squirt a mouthful of toothpaste in. He stuck the toothbrush in and very skillfully brushed my back teeth, the upper teeth, the fronts of my teeth. He gave me a little cup of mouthwash and had me spit into another little bucket.

"Good girl.", he said, wiping my mouth and walking away from me. If he wanted me weak, he had accomplished that. I didn't want to even talk I was so exhausted now.

I was trembling everywhere when he came back and he sat next to me again on the hay.

He began to fix my hair again with the brush, and wipe me down with a wet sponge, getting all the little pieces of hay off my body, erasing any evidence that he had played with me before my new owner got there.

I began to realize that he was preparing me for this and part of me began to panic.

I looked at him and wondered if it was worth it to beg one more time.

"Is…he almost here ?", I asked him.

"Yea.", he informed me with a little sadness in his eyes, "He landed. He'll be here soon."

I didn't beg but a little tear came out of my eye and moved down my face. My arms were numb behind me in their ropes but my legs were free but cold and tingly.

"Listen.", his voice said, "I can't set you free but I can do you one favor."

I opened my eyes and looked at him, listening.

"He plans on both of us fucking you when he gets here.", he explained, "He likes that shit. It wouldn't be just fucking, either. It would be brutal."

I cried, shivering in a whole new way now.

"Look", he swallowed, "I can sedate you now before he gets here. I'll tell him that I didn't see his text until after I put you to sleep."

"I can do that for you.", he looked deeply into my eyes.

"Alright.", I trembled, "Thank you, Sir."

I was really broken, at least my character was.

"Alright.", he looked around, "Stay here."

I sat there, wondering what the difference was. If I got tortured here or in France. If this guy was this twisted, I would be raped by men right and left…why did it ease me that this Sir guy wasn't going to be part of the gang rape that was planned in a little while ? He had done everything he could do to me in these last two days.

He was sliding a smallish wooden box over. It was like a crate that you couldn't see into but the tiny pinholes all over it would let air come through. On the outside of the box it said LIVE ANIMAL in bold red letters.

I watched in terror as he removed the top lid. It didn't look like much room in there.

He came over to me and helped me get to my weak feet. Slowly, he moved me over to the box and quietly said, "Step in, Bella."

I cried, afraid. I heard myself crying, "Please don't make me go in there, Sir…"

"Step IN Bella.", he clenched his eyes, grabbing my hair, waiting for me.

I lifted my foot and put it in the box. I felt my other foot climb over and come into the box behind it as Sir held me by the hair, securing me.

"Kneel.", he said coldly as I panted, unable to stop myself.

I finally knelt down. This was going to be a tight squeeze. I'd have to bend over and put my breasts against my legs to fit in once he put the lid over me. How long is the flight to France ?

But he didn't make me do that yet.

He was behind me, taking something out of a plastic wrapper. I half turned and saw he had a small needle and a little medical bottle…and he pierced the needle into it, pulling the syringe up, letting clear liquid fill it.

I felt his fingers rub a cold little wipe square on a spot right above my ass cheek. I cried and shivered, waiting.

"I'm sorry, Bella.", his voice said one last time, "I really am."

And I felt a needle bite and inject my skin. He pushed the syringe all the way in, inserting the medicine into me.

He removed the needle and sighed, then he walked in front of me, squatting down in front of the box.

I felt his lips kissing me goodbye, his hands moving up my shoulders, touching my hair. My eyes began to get super heavy and all I wanted to do was sleep.

"Goodbye, Bella.", his voice was all distorted as I felt him place my head down in the box, on my legs. It got very dark and I heard the lid being hammered into place. I could hear the electric screwdriver or a drill sealing the box shut over me. I wanted to yell and scream and fight but it was like I was slowly falling into a deep, deep hole…no sound…no movement…no anything.

END OF CHAPTER 22

*They love playing together. * Thanks for everyone who is enjoying this !