In the trunk of the car, part III

December 5

He returns to the room reeking of cigarettes and holding a beer bottle. He stands over her, stares for a minute, taking swigs from the beer bottle. Since the ***d orgasms, she was exhausted and scared to move. She lies there shivering in *** and with the cold, her breathing difficult with the tight collar.

"Are you cold, slave?" the man whispers.

She nods. He grabs the flogger. "Say yes master, " he whisper menacingly.

"Yff mssr," she says.

"Good slave," he whispers. He puts the flogger down, and pulls out scissors from his back pocket. "Unfortunately, you will be cold before I can warm you up. Fortunately, part of breaking you means you will say, 'Master may I have your cock?' But, we have along way to for this, before you deserve my cock."

He grabs her duct taped ankles and cuts the duct tap free, then pulls her leggins and g-string the rest of the way off. She tries to kick him, but he dodges her kick.

"Fine," he whispers, and turns to the chest, pulling out a cattle prod. "Misbehaving slaves get punished," he whispers as he jabs her with the cattle prod. White mixed with red jolts her whole body. She screams. He jabs her again. Her jaw clenches on the ball gag. She tries to roll away. But her jabs her again. She thrashes and kicks, but the tight collars makes it hard to breath.

"Say please stop, Master," the man whispers.

"pfff thpp mssr," she says, exhausted, buzzing from the shock, terrified.

"Good girl" he whispers. He holds the cattle prod over her tense body as he grabs an ankle, then drags her to the foot of the bed. Her legs dangle off the edge, and she cannot take her eyes off the cattle prod poised above her belly. He grab one ankle and fastens it into an ankle strap at the side of the foot board. Then he grab the other ankle and fastens it to the other side of the foot board, so she is spread eagle.

He then grabs the ring on her collar and drags her to a standing position at the foot of the bed. He moves the cattle prod next to her face. She begins to cry.

"I'm going to cut your arms loose," he whispers. "you can't run and I'll shock your face if you try, slave."

He grabs the scissors and reaches behind her, slowly cutting the tape. She can feel the cold metal slide across her wrists. She dare not move because she ***s slicing her wrists with the scissors and the cattle prod hovers inches from her face.

He grabs one hand and fastens it to the leather cuff hanging from the ceiling. She is too dazed, too afraid, and too tired to resist. He grabs her other hand, removes the rest of the tape, and fastens it to the other cuff hanging from the ceiling. She now stands like an X at the foot of the bed.

He stands back and admires her. Totally naked now, her DD breasts heave with exertion and ***. She has two angle wings tattooed on her thin hips above her pussy.

"You take care of yourself," he whispers. She stands still, but he brings the cattle prod closer. "What do you say when someone give you a compliment?" He shocks her. She screams. "You say thank you , Master." He shocks her again.

"Mssr! thak u mssr!" She sequels. "Thak u mssr!" She slumps.

"Good," he whispers," now we can begin the real training." Her turns to the chest again and pulls out two nipple clamps joined by a chain. Only ever seeing such things on PornHub, she had never played with them. As he approached, she began to squirm, twisting this way and that, keeping him from touching her tits.

"Be a good girl or you get the cattle prod again," he whispers.

She stopped. He grabbed her breast and massaged it for a minute. After so much ***, the sensual touch felt good. She almost forgot she was tied and gagged and felt herself get a little wet. Until her placed the first clip on her nipple. The *** shot through her breast. He grabbed and massaged the other breast, then put the nipple clamp on that one as well.

"He stood back and admired her new jewelry. "Good," he whispered. "Thirty minutes of that should do nicely."

Thirty minutes?! she thought. I can't handle thirty minutes.

He turned back to the chest and this time returned with a bottle of lube, a butt plug, and a vibrator.

He throws the vibrator, butt plug, and lube on the bed. Pulling her close, he puts one hand on her ass and the other in her hair. After kissing her collarbone and cheek and squeezing her ass for a minute, she slumps a little at the beautiful sensual feeling after all the brutality. She craves more of this type of connection and touch. Keeping his hand in her hair, he uses the other hand to remove the ball gag. Her jaw is beyond sore.

"That's it baby, work the kinks out," he whispers as she moves her jaw around." You've been a really good girl."

Hearing good girl, her heart soars for a moment before she becomes embarrassed, embarrassed at feeling good about being called a good girl, embarrassed at being naked and violated, embarrassed at having gotten wet during these fantasies turned brutal reality.

He turns to the chest again, coming back with a bit gag.

"You'll need this for the next round of punishment," he whispers and approaches her again.

As he tries to put it in her mouth, she thrashes, twisting this way and that, shaking her head vigorously, until the man grab the cattle prod and a bunch of her hair. He yanks her head back and shocks her twice, brutally jabbing the cattle prod into her thighs and abdomen.

"Seems you forgot your place, bitch," he whispers, shoving the bit gag into her mouth. "I think we need a better punishment for you. You are still to wilful." He turns to the chest, coming back with a anal hook.

He grabs the lube off of the bed and squirts some on the ball of the hook. He then grabs her by her hair again and yanks her hair back. Squirting lube down her butt crack, he massages her anus and slowly slips a finger in. He then takes the ball of the hook and works it into her anus.

She had never had anything inserted into her anus before. She screams. She cries. She tries to squirm, but his grip on her hair is too hard, her head close to touching her back. She fells the ball pushing and pushing and pushing until finally her muscle wall gives and the hook pops right in. It is an uncomfortable, yet erotic feeling.

He grabs a length of rope from the trunk, and turns back to her. She is crying.

"It's ok to cry, slave," he whispers. "You must let go of your other life. Your life is with me now. Forever." He strokes her hair and kisses her cheek. He lightly drifts his fingers around her body. "You are mine now," he whispers. "I am all you need."

He embraces her again, his head under one of her arms so he can see the hook. He ties the rope to the eye on the end of the hook. Then he grabs her hair again and yanks her head back, tying the other end of the rope to her hair.

"Perfect," he whispers, admiring her, spread eagle, tight collar, head back, totally ***. "Now we begin our real work, the work where you beg for my cock."