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From: Al Deacon <deacon_al_j@yahoo.ca>
Subject: {ASSM} Thieving Tiffany   M/F nc  Mdom  Fsub  rom
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   Thieving Tiffany

   I was in some small city about a hundred fifty miles away from a major
metropolis, and I was there to steal for myself a new sex slave.  I hate to
admit that I had sunk so low as to be attending a figure skating
competition, so that I could abduct a young girl and force her to be my sex
slave.  It wasn't always like that.  Once I had a beautiful, loving caring
wife, who loved me so much that she was willingly and happily submissive to
me.  We had over thirty-five years of happiness, and were respected members
of our church and our community.  I still am, actually.  That ended five
and a half years before in a tragic and stupid traffic accident that took
my slave wife's life.  The accident was proven to have been caused by
negligence in maintaining the equipment, and the insurance company was
happy to settle on my most reasonable terms.  I asked for three million
dollars.  I also had the million I received from my wife's life insurance,
they paid double because it was an accidental death.  My two adult kids
were pissed off with me because I settled out of court.  They were greedy
and wanted five million dollars each for the loss of their mother's love
and guidance.  They blamed me because they had to settle for five hundred
thousand each.  They wouldn't listen to me.  I told them not to ask for
more than a million each.  If they had listened to me, they would have
gotten that a whole year earlier then what they had to settle for.  They
figured that between the three of us and the grand kids, we could have
easily gotten over twenty million.  They were dreaming in Technic Color. 
As it was, even the money they got was more than they would have gotten if
their mother had died of a heart attack.  Of course they couldn't see that
for their greed.  By the way, the grand kids each received a quarter
million, but that was through my efforts on their behalf with the insurance
company.  The money was locked up in a trust fund, away from their greedy
parents until they were twenty one.  By that time it was worth over half
million.  As a result of this tiff, the kids rarely visited me anymore.  I
only got to see the grandsons about three times a year.  That was OK for
then, just so long as the boys didn't forget me.  They were nine and eight
years old at the time.  I had ways of getting them on my side when they
become older.  All I can say is that their parents are going to be very
surprised when the will is read, after I've died.  They expect to receive
all my land and money then, They won't get one red cent, everything is
going to my great grandkids, but I'm getting way ahead of myself.  I live
on a farm, which happens to be about a hundred miles from the same
metropolis I mentioned before, but in the opposite direction from the city
I found myself in that day.  This is not very good farm land.  The land is
OK for ranching, but little else.  Our climate because of the elevation,
doesn't help much.  We can grow a very good hay crop, and some grain, so
this fits in well with the cattle ranching.  I had a small heard of cattle
then, enough to keep me busy for a few hours a day.  I used a little bit of
the insurance money to buy out all of the farms in this concession between
two side roads.  I own a block of land of almost thirteen hundred acres,
about a mile deep and two miles long, surrounded by a road on all four
sides.  As I said the land is not very good, that's why I go it so cheaply
and so quickly.  About three quarters of it is bush.  The house I'm living
in is over a hundred years old, but well maintained, and completely modern
inside.  The old stone foundation is deep enough to give me a very good
ceiling height in the basement.  Anyway, I was torn up emotionally pretty
badly by the death of my wife and the trouble with the kids.  I can easily
say that, that was the worst year of my entire life.  I probably would have
joined my wife very quickly, except I started to visit a bondage chat room
site on the internet, about six month after.  I want to say right off the
bat, that I'm not a cruel sadist, I do not get off on watching a helpless
woman writhe in pain, even if she happens to enjoy it.  I will administer
strict discipline when needed, and I don't mind a little light stroking, to
heighten feeling as part of the sex play, but that's about it.  I was
quickly able to establish regular chats with about a dozen people, about
half claimed to be submissive women, and of these there were three in
particular with whom I got into cyber-sex.  Their nicknames were
"sub-ms-ive", "ur-pup-pet", and "cinder-elea".  I could tell from the ISP
number which the chat room provided for each chatter, that "sub-ms-ive",
and "urpup-pet" were from across the country, but, "cinder-elea" lived in
the nearby metropolis.  All three claimed to be married to a loving husband
who just didn't understand their need to be dominated.  They also claimed
to equally love their husbands in return.  "Sub-ms-ive", and "ur-pup-pet"
had a career, which involved the odd business trip, but "cinder-elea" was a
housewife, which probably added to her dissatisfaction.  They each longed
to have a meaningful experience with a masterful male, in person.  At least
that's what they claimed in the chat room.  I offered to pay the airfare
for any of them who could make the trip to the metropolis, and since I
supposedly didn't know where they lived, I calculated the cost of the fare
from the farthest city in the country to metropolis.  It worked out to just
under seven hundred fifty dollars for a last minute, first class return
trip ticket.  I explained that I would give any woman who agreed to meet me
for a minimum of forty-eight continuous hours a thousand dollars in cash,
to cover the airfare and other travel expenses.  "Ur-pup-pet" arranged to
meet me six days later, We had a very good time, but she wasn't exactly
what I was looking for.  Her nick name sort of says it all.  She's into
being degraded, and made to behave like a dog.  She loved to be taken on
long walks, on her hands and knees yet, through the fields.  She never used
the toilet in the house, and wanted to be taken outside to do her business.
I couldn't live with that on a twenty-four, seven basis, so I didn't press
the issue, and she returned to her husband unscathed except for a few welts
which would heal in a day or so.  We have since met about two dozen times
under the same conditions.  Hell it would probably cost me three to five
thousand to get a call girl to spend two days in bondage sex with me, so I
was getting off easy.  No pun intended.  "Ur-pup-pet" gave such a glowing
report on the beauty of the land, and my rugged good looks, and ability as
a masterful lover, upon her returning to the chat room, after she got home,
that she convinced "sub-ms-ive", to pay me a visit a couple of weeks later.
She unfortunately turned out not to be a true submissive.  I say
unfortunately, because she would have been everything I would have wanted
in a sex slave.  Young, attractive and very intelligent.  I allowed her to
leave freely after the two days, because at that time I wasn't yet into
abducting a slave.  She thanked me for a good time, but refused the money.
When she returned to the chat room she explained to everybody, that I had
shown her a very good time, but had also shown her in a loving way, that
she was not really a submissive, and started chatting then as a dominant.
She has since managed to fully dominate her husband, and the two of them
are happier than they have ever been.  I guess by then "cinder-elea" was
convinced of my sincerity, and arranged to meet me in a restaurant in the
metropolis.  When we met in person, she admitted that she lived in the
city, but that she couldn't spend forty-eight hours with me.  In fact she
expected to be home in time to make dinner for her family.  Of course she
declined the money.  We had a very good conversation and I explained a few
things she was too shy to ask about even in the chat room.  Having met me
in person she was satisfied with my character, and we even agreed on a
false story she could relate in the chat room, so nobody would discover
that she lived in this city.  She agreed to meet me again next week, and
this time she was prepared to even try a little bit if sexual play.  She
wasn't sure she could actually go through with committing adultery, as she
put it, and I promised her I would respect her limits.  Since I knew before
hand that she lived in this city I was not surprised that she wasn't
planning to be with me for forty-eight hours.  I gave her a package before
we parted company.  It was a vibrator which had a control box at the end of
a long wire.  I told her what it was, and instructed her not to try it out
before hand.  For our next meeting she was to wear as short a skirt as she
dared, and a long sleeved blouse that buttoned up the front.  She was to
wear a garter belt and nylons, shoes with the highest heels she had, but no
underwear.  She was also to insert the vibrator inside her vagina so that
it entered her completely, leaving only the wire sticking out.  She was to
run the wire up her front under the garter belt, then up to her shoulder,
and down the sleeve of her right arm, so that the controller hung out of
the cuff of her sleeve.  She was not to turn it on, or even put batteries
into the control box.  I walked her to her car, and memorized her licence
number.  She drove a minivan, with very dark tinted windows.  It was almost
impossible to see the inside.  When I got home, I called a policeman friend
of mine, and gave him the licence number.  I told him a tall tale about the
last time I was in the city at a shopping mall, I had moved a shopping cart
out of the way so I could clear a parking spot.  The wind and a slope in
the pavement had kept it moving until it crashed into another car, doing a
little bit of damage.  I had left a note under the wiper blade, but since I
hadn't heard anything by now, I was afraid it had blown away.  Being very
aware of my generous nature, he believed me, and soon called me back with
the name and address of the owner of the car in question.  It turned out to
be registered in her name, Eleanore Parkinson, and she lived only a few
blocks from the mall where she had arranged to meet me.  To make a long
story short, we met as arranged and she was attired as ordered, the skirt
could have been three inches shorter, but then it wasn't bad for the first
time.  We went to a restaurant in the mall, and I inserted batteries into
the control box, while waiting for our order.  Turning the vibrator on at a
fairly high rate caused her to gasp at the sensation, telling me that she
was in fact wearing it as ordered.  I turned it off while the waitress was
bringing our wine, but when she left I turned it back on at a moderate
rate. I told "cinder-elea" she was not allowed to orgasm until I told her
to.  Instead she was to continually gauge her arousal on a scale of one to
ten, and inform me if it rose above five, and every time it reached the
next level.  The first time I turned it off when she said she was at five.
After a few minutes I turned it on again and this time let her get to six.
I continued in this way, slowly letting her reach higher and higher levels
of arousal, as she tried to carry on an intelligent conversation and eat
her lunch.  She told me it would not be a good idea to stay for dessert,
because she was so aroused.  She was certain she could not hide her orgasm
when it came.  She begged to be taken to the privacy of her car.  I agreed,
but only on the provision that since we would be in private, she would have
to unbutton her blouse and expose her breasts for me.  She readily agreed.
As we walked back to her car hand in hand, I held the control box in my
hand and of course continued her torment.  When we arrived at her car I led
her to the side door which she unlocked and slid open.  She was ordered
into the middle bench seat.  Taking her keys, I walked around to the
driver's door.  By the time I got in she had already opened her blouse.  I
drove her van and parked in the shade of some trees that were at the far
end of the parking lot, both for the cooling shade and for privacy.  She
had told me she was thirty-eight but her breasts looked better than a lot
of good looking women half her age.  Her nipples just begged to be pierced.
and I knew I wanted her for my very own.  I remained in the drivers seat
and turned sideways to observer her.  I continued to excite her with the
vibrator, letting her just about reach climax, then turning it off.  I had
to keep reminding her not to orgasm, and she kept begging me to let her.  I
ordered her to pull her skirt up around her waist and expose her pubis to
me.  She did it without protest.  I ordered her to play with her nipples,
and torment them by pulling them away from her body.  I think she actually
pulled so hard she hurt herself in order to obey me.  She came and came
very hard when I told her she could.  She wasn't very loud, but loud
enough. It had been my intension to let her come several times in the mall
as we walked among the people.  When I told her this, and she had another
orgasm, just at the thought of it.  When she calmed down enough to be able
to talk, she asked how she could give me release.  I told her it would not
be asked of her today, while she was in this state, but if she wanted to
experience more, then we could go a little further next time and she could
please me then.  I told her that next time we were going to play out a
scenario, that she would be abducted, and forced into my van, which was a
full size van with a camper conversion.  She would be stripped and bound
and forced to pleasure me with her body.  If she wanted to go ahead with
this, then she was to show up wearing the same sort of thing she wore every
day, and to also wear underwear.  She could keep and enjoy the vibrator
whenever she wanted to at home.  I drove her van back to near the mall
entrance, reached back and puller her face to mine and kissed her
passionately.  She returned just as much passion as I gave her.  I left the
car with the engine running, and quickly disappeared into the mall.  The
next week I met her at nine-thirty in the morning.  She was waiting at the
designated table in the food court.  I had parked in the lot and watched
for her minivan.  When she parked, a little way away from the other cars,
and entered the mall, I parked right next to her minivan, and followed her
in.  Her face light up with a smile when she saw me coming toward her, and
she quickly obeyed when I signaled her to come to me.  We walked hand in
hand back to my van.  After a few minutes of admiring the camper
conversion, we got down to business.  I ordered her to strip to the waist
and she complied willingly.  She eagerly fastened the leather cuffs around
each wrist, and was a little nervous as she fastened the collar around her
own neck.  It aroused her and her nipples erected right away.  It surprised
her that she would react this way and said so.  This arousal helped her
remove the rest of her clothes, and I knelt at her feet and gently put the
ankle cuffs on her.  I told her we couldn't play out the actual abduction
in case somebody saw us, so we would have to pretend that I grabbed her
from behind as she passed by my van and pressed a rag soaked in chloroform
up to her mouth and nose.  When she came to, she was inside the van already
naked.  She agreed.  I had her sit at the dining table, then folded the
table up to get it out of the way, while I attached each of her ankles, to
the legs of the facing bench, so that her legs were spread wide.  She was
embarrassed at being this open and started to cover herself with her hands,
until I stopped her.  She willingly inserted the vibrator I gave her into
herself, and her breath became labored even before I turned it on.  I set
it for a low speed, then showed her the gag.  At first she declined, but
when I explained it will add greatly to the realism of the situation, and
thus her excitement, she opened her mouth, and I strapped it behind her
head.  I took her left wrist and gently put it behind her so that it
pointed up and fastened it the collar.  She tensed and groaned loudly
behind her gag.  She relaxed when she realized she could still make a
fairly loud sound, and that I made no attempt to bind her right wrist.  I
gave the knob on the control box a slight twist to increase the speed, and
reminded her that she was not to orgasm without permission.  I made no
attempt to touch her in any other way, and the situation was similar to
last week's, so her apprehensions receded and her arousal grew.  After a
few minutes of excitement with the vibrator, during which I had stopped it
twice, I gave her a writing tablet in pale pink paper.  It was brand new,
just bought this morning, but not at this mall.  When she looked at me with
a question in her eyes, I told her that the abductor was going to make her
write a letter to her husband.  This made sense to her and she smiled
behind the gag, so I dictated.  First the matching envelope.  "To my loving
husband".  Then the letter.

   Dearest James:

   Please don't panic when you read this.  I am alright and no harm will
come to me if we follow the instructions.  As I was walking from my car to
the mall this morning, I was grabbed from behind and a cloth soaked in
chloroform was pressed to my face.  When I awoke, I found myself naked and
tied up in the back of a van.  It happened in broad daylight in an open
parking lot, but nobody saw it happen, at least nobody has come to my aid
and it's been over half an hour already.  My abductor is dictating this
letter because he has some instructions for you to follow.  He says that
this is not a kidnaping for ransom, but a robbery, I am being stolen.  He
is returning everything I have on me.  Since you are reading this letter
then you will have found my van parked in our driveway, all my clothes are
here, so is my purse, and all my credit cards and cell phone.  The only
thing I am allowed to keep is the wedding ring to remind me of your love,
but he is returning all my jewelry, even my engagement ring.  He is also
letting me keep a picture of each of the children He has promised not to
harm me physically or mentally if I behaved myself and obeyed him, and as
long as you or anybody else didn't go to the police.  He said you can
explain the situation to the family, but they are not to go to the police
either.  He said to tell you that he only wants to use me for his sex
slave, and only for a while.  He will be the only one to use me and will
keep me hidden away.  He said to warn you again that if the police get
involved, then you will never see me again.  He said he will probably tire
of me in a few months, and will return me to you then, but if the police
get involved, then when he tires of me, he will sell me into an
international white slave ring, and you and the children will never see me
again.  Please James if you love me, do as he says.  I think I am brave
enough to withstand this ordeal for a few months, but the thought of being
sold into some middle east harem, or to some brothel in the South American
jungle, where I'll be forced to spend the rest of my life chained naked and
out spread to some filthy bed, while one stranger after another uses me to
satisfy his lust, really scares me.  The thought of never seeing you and
the children again sickens me, Please James do as he says.  If we cooperate
with him, and do as he says, he promises to let me write to you weekly, and
in the first letter he will give you instructions on how you can answer, so
I will know you still love me and how the children are getting along. 
Please James don't do anything foolish, if we can communicate every week,
I'll be able to endure this nightmare for a few months.  He knows where we
live, because he's seen my identification.  After I finish this letter,
he's going to chloroform me again, and leave me tied up and gaged, while he
drives my van to the house and walks the few blocks back to the mall.  Then
he is going to drive us back to his secluded hideaway.  If you came home at
your usual time, then we will already have been on the road for eight
hours, and are at least five hundred miles away.  He said not to expect the
next letter for at least a week, because it is several days drive, and he
will also drive a great distance to mail the letter, so nobody can get an
idea of where we are.  That's all I'm allowed to write for now, except that
I love you very much and I always will.  Give my love to the children and
help them to be brave and to keep our horrible secret, until we can all be
together again.  All my love always Your loving wife Eleanore.  X O X O X O
X

   She actually shed a tear as she reread her letter and then came very
hard for several minutes when I turned up the vibrator and gave her
permission.  When she calmed down, I helped her fold the letter and put it
into the envelope.  She shook and climaxed again when I removed her diamond
ring and dropped it into the envelope.  I moved behind her and gently
kissed her on the each side of her neck.  She pressed her head to mine and
her free arm came up and caressed my face when I reached down and played
with her nipples.  She was aroused again, and let me fasten her right wrist
behind her back like her left one was.  With the vibrator set at the
highest, buzzing away in her vagina, and my fingers rolling and pinching
her nipples she had another very hard climax, and while she was still high,
I added a strap to the gag, that went under her chin and bucked over her
head.  She didn't stop cuming until she realized I had also inflated the
ball inside her mouth, so that her mouth was completely filled and her
lower jaw was forced open slightly against the chin strap.  Finally I
attached a chain with a turnbuckle between the ring at the back of her neck
and an eye bolt fastened to the ceiling above her head.  I adjusted the
length so that while it wasn't choking her, it did hold her head in a fixed
position.  I removed the dining table again and fastened and tightened the
seat belt across her waist.  She couldn't move her body much, and she
couldn't hit any part of her body against anything to make noise and
attract attention.  The gag permitted only some soft noises to escape
through her nose, which couldn't be heard outside.  I looked her in the eye
with a hard steady stare as I explained how helpless she now was, and that
she was going to stay put, while I was going to put her things in her van
and drive it back to her house.  Then I would walk back, and we would begin
our new life together as master and slave.  If she was good, very very
good, maybe in six months or so, I would return her to the bosom of her
family.  My original intension was to leave her things locked in her car,
while I walked into the mall to kill some time.  I would return, drive my
van over to the shade of the trees, park, and then fuck the shit out of
Eleanore until neither of us could fuck anymore.  Then I would drive back
next to her van, retrieve her things, let her get dressed and send her home
feeling fucked like she's never been fucked before, until next time that
is. I wanted her for my own, but I intended to win her love fair and
square. It wasn't until I was actually inside her van, that the idea hit
me. Why wait?  I was certain I could win her love after I had actually
abducted her.  Everything was perfect right now, nobody had noticed
anything unusual, there weren't any police cars coming to arrest me, and I
knew she wasn't going to attract any attention.  I knew where she lived. 
Hell I'd already driven by her house a couple of times.  I don't know why I
did, but I did.  I started up her van and in seconds I was heading for the
exit from the parking lot, Less than three minutes later I parked her
minivan in the middle of her double drive, so her husband would have to
move it in order to get his car inside the garage.  I placed her clothes
neatly folded on the driver's seat and placed her letter on top.  I was
careful to hide her keys and purse under her clothes so they couldn't be
seen and entice someone to break into the van to steal them.  It took me
exactly ten minutes to reach my van on foot, and in less then fifteen
minutes since I left her, I was back to her.  She had been crying quite a
bit.  I bent down and suckled hungrily on her nipples, so that she was
moaning, turned the vibrator on to a moderate speed, and started my long
drive home.  >From where she was bound, I was sure she couldn't see
outside, so she had no idea where we were going.  After an hour's drive, we
reached a deserted roadside rest stop.  I parked the van and came back to
her.  First, I undid her head restraint.  I asked her if she would keep
quite.  When she nodded her head I remove her gag.  She kept quiet, but I
could tell she wanted to say something.  I told her she could speak but
only a whisper.  She needed to go to the bathroom, and was very surprised
to find that the van had one.  After we both relieved ourselves, she asked
what was going on, and I told her she was being abducted for real, and it
was going to happen just like the letter she had written to her husband. 
After shedding some tears, she sighed and seemed to resign herself and
asked if it would only be for six months, like I said.  "I hope to win your
love and keep you forever," I answered honestly "You figured things out
very well, and fooled me into becoming your prisoner.  There is nothing I
can do to prevent you from keeping me for as long as you want to, but as
far as winning my love is concerned it won't happen.  I don't hate you for
what you've done to us.  I played with fire and now my whole family is
being burned.  If they can forgive me, and as long as they still love me
and want me back.  Then I'll never love any other man." "I'll simply out
wait him.  Eventually he will get tired of waiting for you.  Tired of
reading how you are serving another man in ways you have never served him.
Tired of seeing the Polaroid pictures of you bound naked and being used. 
Yes and even tired of seeing the video tapes of you, and watching you
climax in your bondage, in ways that he has never made you climax, and give
up on you.  Then you would be mine." After a short crying fit, she again
sighed in resignation, and I dried her tears in the tissue.  "Some people
might think I'm an old fool, but I tell you honestly, I have fallen in love
with you, and I intend to do my darnedest to win your love." I didn't want
to stay here any longer than necessary, because we were still fairly close
to the city, and although none did, I didn't want another car to drive in
here while she was unbound and without a gag.  "Will you behave yourself if
I sit you up front with me?" "I have no doubt you would punish me if I
didn't.  I don't want to be punished." First I put the control box to the
vibrator in one of her hands, which were both still fastened up behind her
back.  I draped one of my shirts over her shoulders and pulled the front
together, but didn't fasten any of the buttons.  She was made to sit in the
front passenger seat, and the seat belt fastened.  Back on the road, I took
a round about route to the farm, which was completely over gravel back
roads.  The vibrator came to life so many times I lost count.  She asked
for permission to cum, and I allowed it, and told her that for the rest of
the trip she could cum as often as she wanted.  She would sleep for a while
after that, and when I was sure she was sound asleep, I would change the
direction the van was traveling in.  When she was awake we would talk for a
bit, mostly what her life would be like as my slave, until something I
would say, turned her on again, and the vibrator would start buzzing.  At
about two o'clock I pulled into a lane of an abandoned farm, and released
her wrists.  A chain was attached from the back of her collar to the eye
bolt in the ceiling.  It was long enough to let her reach everywhere in the
van, and probably get just outside the door.  Eleanore was ordered to
prepare a meal for us.  In the mean time, I locked all the doors, reclined
the driver's seat and caught a short nap.  I was up at six that morning
because of the long drive into the city to meet her at ninethirty.  I was
awakened with a most sensuous and passionate kiss.  She called me master
for the first time, and announced that lunch was served.  As we ate we
talked some more, there were no more tears, and her smile was returning to
her face.  Earlier I had explained to her that there was no way she could
prevent what was going to happen to her.  She could either go along with it
and enjoy it, or try to resist and suffer for nothing.  She had decided to
enjoy the experience.  During lunch she asked how come I hadn't had sex
with her as yet, and I told her I was saving and savoring the pleasure for
later.  She had no idea a man could have that much self control.  She
smiled when I told her that a master, a really good master, exerted as much
discipline, over himself as he did his slaves.  When the dishes were
washed, everything put away, we relieved ourselves, I put fresh batteries
in the vibrator control box, we took our seats, fastened our seatbelts, and
took off again.  This time other than the chain on her collar, she was
unfettered, and able to use her fingers on her nipples every time she
became aroused and climaxed.  "James is reading the letter right about
now," she announced with a crack in her voice and tears in her eyes.  She
sniffed and dried her eyes, it was about five-thirty.  I finally got tired
of driving around the country side and pulled into my driveway at about
seven in the evening.  Taking her into the house, the first thing I did was
lead her down into the basement.  I showed her two rooms.  One was
unfinished, with the rough stone foundation still visible on two walls.  It
contained only a steel cage, just big enough to allow her inside and maybe
move around a little bit.  She had no room to stretch out when she lay
down, or to stand up either.  The bottom was covered only with shredded
news papers.  There was an opening at one end, that was only big enough to
put her head through.  On the floor just outside the opening were two
stainless steel dog bowls.  The room was lit only by a bare dim bulb, and
it felt cold and damp.  Actually, I prepared this room for "ur-pup-pet's"
next visit.  The other room was heaven by comparison.  It was completely
finished, warm and well furnished.  There was even an attached four piece
toilet.  I explained to her that the first room was for punishment.  If she
displeased me in any way, she would find herself in the cage, naked of
course.  The second room was where I would hide her if and when I had
company, or needed to go away from the farm, and couldn't take her with me.
If she didn't cooperate with me fully, she would also be put in the cage
when I had to hide her.  I pointed out that while the first room had
nothing but discomfort, and that all the food and water she would have,
would be what fit into the two bowls, and that it would sometimes have to
last for several days.  The second room she could see was equipped for much
more comfort.  It had TV, a stereo, and even a kitchenette with a well
stocked cupboards, a fridge, empty for now, a microwave, a table and chair
and dishes and cutlery.  She could choose how she spent her hiding time, by
how she behaved.  In order for her to get the feel of what it was like, she
will be spending a few days in the cage soon.  Once upstairs I showed her
around the house, and she pointed out that it was a much grander house than
she lived in.  I thanked her for the complement, because my late wife and I
did most of the remodeling work ourselves, with our own hands.  I also
reminded her that THIS was now the house she lived in.  Her eyes almost
popped out of her head when she saw the kitchen, This was my late wife's
pride and joy.  She probably spent three quarters of her waking hours in
this room.  She loved to cook and bake and make jams and preserves.  I
showed Eleanore the pantry, which was bigger than most bedrooms.  It had
three deep freezers filled with beef, pork, poultry and even some wild
game, all raised right here on the farm.  One freezer was filled with
frozen fruit and vegetables most of which we grew and froze ourselves. 
There were shelves filled with hundreds of jars of preserved fruit and jams
that my wife had prepared herself.  I told my new slave that I usually
wanted supper at seven, so for tonight she was to prepare something fairly
easy and fast.  We ate supper in the family room while I watched a bit of
TV.  I sat in my recliner while she ate from a dish on the floor, with her
wrists attached behind her back.  She knew she was giving me an excellent
view of her beautiful rump, and pubis between her wide spread knees.  After
supper and the dishes were done, I allowed her to kneel up so her breasts
were within reach of my hands, while I watched a couple of science
programs. At ten o'clock I took her up to the master bedroom, allowed her
to relieve herself then chained her spread eagled to my bed.  I undressed
and joined her on the bed.  She was already aroused and begging to be used.
She wanted to feel me inside of her.  I obliged her, and once again
demonstrated my self control by bringing her to orgasm several times before
I exploded inside of her.  I left here chained up all night, and took her
several more times through the night as I would wake up from time to time.
In the morning we awoke about eight.  We had terrific sex and she climaxed
several times.  After breakfast, I had her prepare a picnic lunch, then
attaching a leash to her collar I led her outside.  She was naked except
for a pair of my wife's hiking boots, which fit pretty well when she wore a
second pair of thick wool socks.  I applied a very generous amount of
insect repellant and a layer of sun block, and attached her wrists behind
her back.  We both carried backpacks.  I led her on a serpentine tour of my
combined property.  We walked from nine-thirty until five in the afternoon,
stopping once in the morning for a rest and outdoor sex, at noon for lunch
and more sex, and twice in the afternoon for a rest and sex.  I actually
led her around the property twice, but she didn't realize that because we
never walked through the same field twice.  At first she was nervous about
going outside naked and in bondage, but as she started to realize how
private and secluded the property was, she relaxed, and soon even reveled
in her nakedness.  Each time we stopped, I would remove our backpacks, then
undo her wrists.  She would take a blanket from my backpack and spread it
on the warm soft grass.  After enjoying a snack from the food in her back
pack, we'd have terrific sex.  She especially liked doing it with her in
the top position, because the feeling of the breeze blowing freely across
her naked ass, was very erotic to her.  It reminded her that she was naked
and outside and being led on a leash by her master.  At our last stop for
the afternoon, we discovered that she had failed to repack the insect
repellant after the previous stop.  As a punishment, I attached her wrists
to a rope I threw over an overhanging branch, and pulled her up tight so
she was on her toes.  I used a slim stick I cut off a sapling and gave her
ten good cuts.  She cried with each, but not very loud and she never begged
me to stop.  She did beg me after though, but it was for an orgasm.  She
had an enormous climax.  She confessed to me later it was probably the
combination of the pain, and the out door nudity.  Today was the first time
since before puberty that she was naked outside.  It took about a week for
the marks to disappear, and every time she saw them she would remember that
orgasm.  Dinner that night was out of this world.  It was the best meal I'd
eaten since my wife died.  Eleanore may be my prisoner, and if she had a
choice she would rather be home with her husband and family, but she
certainly wasn't harboring a grudge against me for keeping her here.  This
meal definitely rated as some sort of a gift from her to me.  When I
remarked about it, she said that she wanted to thank me for one of the
happiest days of her life.  She had always fantasied about being forced to
march outside naked, and about being tied to a tree and whipped.  She also
said she was very confused emotionally right now.  When she thought about
all the exciting and wonderful things we had done in the last two days, she
was sure she loved me, but when she remembered that she may never see her
husband and children again, then she felt like crying.  She said she felt
like the rope used in a tug of war.  She was being pulled in two directions
at once.  Her husbands love for her, and her love for him and their
children was pulling her one way, and what I was doing to her was pulling
her in the other.  If I would release her, her ordeal would be over, but
then she may never experience sex this intense and exciting again.  If her
husband would stop loving her and divorce her, she would probably go on
loving him, but then she'd have to turn to me and she'd be mine fully.  I
told her that the second outcome was what I wanted to happen, but she said
that her husband was just as stubborn as I was.  The letter to her husband
that she wrote that night was mostly made up.  It was supposed to cover the
three day trip to my farm.  The main massage was that she had no idea where
she was, but that not too many people lived out here.  She stressed that
for the entire time of her trip, she never once saw a sign that gave the
name of a town or a village.  She knows that they passed through several
towns, but each time she was tied and gagged in the back of the van and
didn't see anything that she could identify.  She wrote of driving for
hours and hours without seeing a house or another car.  At the end, she
conceded it would be stupid to try to run away, because she didn't know
which way to run or how far she would have to run, and she was constantly
naked.  She also wrote about the vibrator up her vagina, and how she
climaxed after being turned on by some of the things I was telling her I
would make her do.  She apologized to him for having to tell him all the
details of her adultery, but I was insisting on it.  I wasn't forcing her
to exaggerate, but I insisted she tell him everything.  She ended by saying
she wouldn't blame him one bit if he went to his lawyer and filed for
divorce, but that she still loved him and the children very much.  I had
her include a printed note from me explaining step by step how to log on to
a moderated bondage news group on the internet.  He was instructed to put
"Husband's message to cinder-elea" followed by a code word, that would be
in each letter she sent him, in the subject line.  That way, we would know
that the message was truly the one from him.  I reminded him that this was
in no way a private way of communicating and he had to be careful about
what he said.  I told him not to be surprised if other people started
posting "Husband's message to cinder-elea" also, and that's why we needed
the code.  I would check the news group every day, and let Eleanore read
any message from him.  The next day was taken up by showing her around the
barns and showing her the livestock.  While I worked in each barn I bound
her in some way so she could see what I was doing, and I of course could
see her.  She traveled from building to building suspended from the tines
of the manure bucket on my tractor.  Either her wrists or her ankles were
attached to a tine about five feet apart, then the bucket raised to the
maximum, so she hung naked from the front of the tractor.  Sometimes she
was up right, swinging by her wrists, sometime she was upside down swinging
from her out spread ankles, with her wrists attached to her collar. 
Sometimes she faced me as she moved backward, sometimes her back was to me
as she rode facing forward.  I was all finished the chores by one o'clock,
and after we showered together, we had a late lunch.  I showed her were the
laundry room was, and set her to doing my laundry and cleaning the house
while I took a nap .  She was to wake me up in time for dinner.  Just so
she wouldn't get any ideas about running away, I locked a chain to the back
of her collar, that would allow her to reach every place in the house and
even a little bit outside.  Right after dinner, I took her to the basement,
locked her wrists behind her back and made her get into the cage.  She went
in with little fuss and checked out her little leg room.  I filled the food
dish right up to the top with dry dog food, and set up the water bowl.  It
was a self filling type with a reservoir of about five gallons.  She
started to weep when I told her that I was going to leave right away and
drive eight hundred miles to mail her letter to her husband.  She begged to
be taken along, promising to be so good and give me so much pleasure along
the way.  It was hard for me, believe me, to leave her behind, but she
needed to experience the misery of having to spend two days in the small
cage eating dog food and drinking only water.  While I was sure
"ur-pup-pet" would love being in here for two days, being fucked through
the bars, I also knew most people would hate it.  After this she would beg
to be flogged rather than have to spend time in here again.  I took a
Polaroid picture of her in this condition, looking very miserable indeed.
It would make a nice contrast when I took the picture after I got back.  I
looked straight ahead and didn't dare to look at her as I walked out of the
room with her pleading, "Please don't leave me here like this master. 
Please!" I heard her scream as I closed the door.  I felt like a heel.  I
drove like a mad man, until I realized that if something happened to me on
this trip Eleanore would die a very miserable death in that cage.  I was
driving my sports car, because it was faster, I slowed down a little bit. I
reached a town eight hours later, It wasn't the one I was aiming for, but
this would be good enough.  At four in the morning, I mailed the letter,
and turned around.  With any luck I'd be home by noon.  When I got home I
very quietly went to her prison and looked in on her through a well
disguised peep hole.  She was kneeling and slowly rocking back and forth,
repeating a sort of mantra."Please hurry back to me master.  I'll be a good
slave for you master.  I do love you master," over and over again She had
eaten about a third of the food, and there was some excrement in one
corner, amongst the wet paper.  I was relieved she was alright, and now
determined that she experience this ordeal.  I went back outside and moved
into the van.  I didn't want to make any noise in the house.  I ate a
simple lunch, than grabbed some sleep.  I woke up around five, and went to
check on her again, This time she was asleep, I watched her breathing and
it was relaxed and normal, she had eaten some more food.  Back outside I
checked out the animals then back to the van in time for a quick dinner,
and watched my TV programs on the small set in the van.  I watched TV until
midnight, she had now been in the cage for just over twenty-eight hours,
and officially her second day had started.  I went into the house, making
as much noise as possible without being too obvious.  Up in the master
bedroom en suite I filled the tub with very warm water, and added some bath
oils and bubble bath that my wife had used.  I returned to her prison, she
had heard movement above her and was expecting someone, and hoping it was
me.  I opened the door and quickly took a picture.  What a contrast!  She
was filthy!  In her sleep she had gotten her excrement on herself.  All the
shredded paper was damp and some stuck to her skin.  She was smudged with
the ink from the news papers, and she was all goose bumps.  Her face was so
full of joy at seeing me it was unbelievable.  She thanked me profusely for
releasing her, as if she forgot that I was the fiend that put her in there
in the first place.  The smell was awful, but her smile was radiant.  First
I helped her out to the van, it was a balmy clear night, and she was
awestruck by the display of stars.  At the van, I took off her collars, and
cuffs, and used the out door shower to get as much of the dirt off her,
using warm water from the van's water heater.  She stood looking up the
whole time.  She had never seen so many stars in the sky.  When I was
satisfied that she wouldn't make a mess in the house, I took her back in.
In the kitchen I wrapped her in the large bath sheet I brought down before,
and carried her up to the en suite.  Her eyes really lit up when she saw
the tub full of soap bubbles.  I can still remember the look of total love
in her eyes, just before she kissed me.  I was certain that if I had papers
drawn up suing her husband for divorce, she would have signed them right
then and there.  I didn't of course, besides that wouldn't have been fair.
I helped her into the tub and allowed her to soak in the relaxing water in
private for about twenty minutes, while I went out and turned things off in
the van, and went down with a big plastic garbage bag and easily slid the
contents of the bottom tray of the cage into the bag.  I carried both the
tray and the bag and left them outside.  I would hose down the tray
tomorrow.  I turned off all the down stairs lights, and went back up stairs
to finish looking after my slave.  I bathed her by hand using the bath soap
my wife had left, and shampooed her hair.  When I finished that, I used the
hand held shower to rinse her off as she lay in the empty tub.  After
patting her dry I wrapped her in a fresh bath sheet and sat her in the
wicker chair, while I dried and brushed her hair.  This is something I've
always enjoyed doing for my wife, and still love doing.  It's for this
reason that I am attracted to women with fairly long hair.  It was almost
two o'clock in the morning, when I finished her hair.  Before going to bed,
I asked her if there was anything she wanted, I thought she might be hungry
or something.  She begged me to make love to her.  She didn't beg for an
orgasm, or even for sex.  She wanted me to make love to her.  A few minutes
later I did just that, on my bed, without fetters of any kind.  She was
magnificent!  That was one of the few times in my life that I was able to
climax twice that close together.  We fell asleep in each other's arms.  In
the morning she thanked me for the experience, but said she would never
want to repeat it.  I told her it would have to be a very important breach
of discipline to earn her a stay in there again.  She promised to do her
best to never disobey me, then without being asked, she knelt and put her
head to my feet.  She made a solemn promise that she would never leave me
until I was finished with her.  Even if her husband should find her, she'd
refuse to go back with him, until I sent her back.  That was the one and
only time Eleanore was in the cage.  She didn't have to spend any time in
the other hiding room either, except when any of my kids visited.  She
would spend the weekend hidden away, and my kids never found out about her.
My daughter in law was even smart-assed enough to suggest that I was doing
a great job of house keeping.  When I had other visitors, she was
introduced as my helper, and all my local acquaintances figured I'd gotten
myself a live in girlfriend.  I gave her some of my wife's house dresses
which she altered to fit her a little better.  She was allowed to wear them
only if we had company.  After that we settled into a routine of sorts, she
cleaned the house, did the laundry, cooked the meals, and kept me satisfied
sexually.  Over the next few weeks I altered her body but only slightly.  I
pierced her nipples and fitted her with a gold ring through each, I also
removed all her pubic hair, and pierced one of her pubic lips also with a
gold ring, and I branded her, with my first initial, inside a circle, not a
large brand, actually only about an inch and a half across.  I have a
nephew who is a dentist, and he gave me enough xylocaine.  I used a topical
anesthetic before I injected the xylocaine so she didn't even feel the
prick of the hypodermic needle.  As I said before I don't like inflecting a
lot of pain.  Of course all this was video taped and a copy sent to her
husband.  I wondered how he felt as he saw the smoke from her burning flesh
rise from the red hot iron.  He was lucky in a way.  He didn't have to
smell it.  When her piercings healed, I fitted her out in a pony girl
harness.  I have a miniature carriage that I eventually hitched her up to.
All her training was video taped, and hours and hours of it were sent to
her husband.  I would set the camera up on a tripod, start it taping then
drive her past it.  I taught her other ways to pleasure a man.  She became
very good at giving oral sex, and quickly learned to deep throat.  The only
other time I had to threaten to put her in the cage was when I wanted to
video tape her giving me oral sex.  Although she had been doing it for me
happily for over a week, she absolutely refused to.  I had set up the
camera so that my face would not be shown and ordered her on her knees in
front of me.  She opened my fly and took out my penis alright, she even
caressed it with her hand, but she begged me not to make her do it when I
ordered her to take it in her mouth.  She kept saying, she just couldn't do
it.  I struck her ass with a riding crop, each time she refused.  When I
saw I wasn't getting anywhere I ordered her to cup her right breast for me.
Even the threat of the crop on her breast didn't do it.  She took the blow
with a moan, then held up her left breast, without being asked to.  I
realized this wasn't going to work either, I didn't want to turn her
beautiful breasts to hamburger, and yet she seemed willing to suffer that,
rather than give me oral sex on camera.  Finally in exasperation, I
threatened her with time in the cage.  She broke down crying, sat back on
her heels and wept, She even put her head down and kissed my feet begging
me not to do this to her.  Finally she shuddered and turned to face the
camera, with tears streaming down her face she apologized to her husband
for being so weak and giving in.  She said she was willing to have her
breasts torn off before she would do this, but she just couldn't face time
in the cage again.  Her husband knew all about the cage, just as he knew
all about every thing that happened.  If she didn't tell him about it in
her letters, I showed it to him in pictures or on video tape.  A long time
ago her husband had made a derogatory remark about the idea of a woman
giving oral sex to a man, and he had never ever asked her to do it for him.
She got the idea that he would stop loving her if he found out she was
doing it for me.  She didn't mind doing it for me as long as her husband
didn't find out.  Once we got over that hurdle things went very smoothly
for us.  When winter came, I bought her warm out door clothes, and we went
cross country skiing togther all over the farm, she loved that.  In march
we spent days on end, living at the sugar shack, as we made maple syrup
together, she loved that too.  We planted the garden together, and she even
took up making jams and preserving fruit.  I bought her street clothes and
make up and took her shopping.  I encouraged her to shop for presents for
her kids and husband's birthdays, and for Christmas, and I gladly paid for
them.  I even told her husband that these gifts were bought with money she
earned by her labor.  We would drive down to the city so as to arrive at
her house between midnight and about two in the morning.  She'd stay in the
van, and I'd put the package on the porch.  I'd drive to a near by phone
booth and call the house and tell the husband there was a package at the
front door.  Eventually I bought one of those cheap cell phones which you
could buy a block of time for, and didn't need a contract, and I could
remain anonymous.  She never gave me any trouble, and not even this close
to her house did she try to escape.  We used this method to deliver
presents, cases of jams and preserves, and maple syrup.  On a very cold
night each winter we even delivered about a hundred pounds of frozen meat.
She had started to help me with the cattle, and this meat was from steers
she had helped with from birth.  Her husband knew of course that she had
been this close to him and didn't try to escape back to him, even on nights
when she knew he was still up, because the lights were still on.  I kept
hoping he'd get pissed off and dump her, but it never happened.  The few
months turned out to be five years, and all through this time, he kept
insisting he loved her and would wait for her to comeback to him.  Of
course the weekly letters helped as did his weekly post to the news group.
Her son even set up a website using one of those free sites available
through some internet companies, and posted current pictures and news about
the family.  Eleanore watched her kids grow up from a distance.  I don't
know what they thought about me, but they never said anything bad about me
and they always thanked mother and "sir" for everything we sent them.  But
all good thing come to an end as they say.  One day about six months ago,
as I was lathering up her body with my hands, in the shower, I felt a small
lump on her breast.  Over the weeks I felt it grow.  When she winced when I
touched her there, I knew our relationship was over.  Sadly I took her for
what was to be her last pony girl run through the autumn fields.  We made
passionate love together when we got back.  After a shower, I dressed her
in only garter belt, nylons, high heel shoes, cuffs, anklets, and collar.
Her fetters were new ones, that locked on.  I led her to the van by a
leash, and drove to the city without her knowing where we were going.  I
parked the van at the mall near her house and once again shared an orgasm.
Right after that I inserted the vibrator so that it kept my semen inside
her, and set it for a moderate rate to keep her aroused.  After I hung the
control box from her collar, I locked her wrists behind her back.  When she
saw the gag she asked what was going on, and I told her to trust me.  I was
breaking up inside and I was having trouble keeping a brave face, I
couldn't hold a conversation with her now if my life depended on it.  After
I gaged her, I blindfolded her, then connected a short chain between her
ankles.  I drove and parked the van down the street a short way from her
house.  I hung a plastic bag with a rather bulky envelop inside, from the
ring in her pubic lip.  I could tell she was nervous, confused and a little
scared, but she was aroused too and excited.  Perhaps I was going to
introduce her to something new?  I told her how drop dead gorgeous she
looked, and how much I loved her, turned the knob on the vibrator up a
little, and reminded her not to cum without permission.  She nodded her
understanding.  I turned off all the lights in the van, and by the dim
light of a far off street light, and with tears in my eyes, I draped a
trench coat over her shoulders, threw her over my shoulder, and carried her
up to the porch.  I positioned her where she can be easily seen from the
open door, but out of the way of the screen door.  I cautioned her not to
move, told her again that I loved her, and left her.  I was pressing the
call button on the cell phone before I was off the porch.  He answered on
the third ring, and by that time I was crouching down in the shadow of some
bushes, close enough to the porch to hear her heavy breathing.  I told him
there's a very important package on the porch, that had to be brought in
right away, and hung up.  Within seconds lights came on in the house.  The
front porch light came on three seconds before the door opened.  He wasn't
stupid, he recognized her right away, and before something happened to take
her away from him again, he swept her up in his arms and took her inside.
It was three o'clock in the morning.  "Cinder-elea" and I continued to chat
in the chat room.  I had taught her a system for a code word, and how to
change it every time, so I would always know for sure it was her and not
somebody pretending to be her.  She told me what happened once inside the
door.  At first James tried to remove her blindfold and gag, but couldn't
because they were locked on.  She knew it was him from his voice, even
though she hadn't heard it for five years.  Finally he took off the coat,
and exclaimed, "Holy Shit!" when he saw how sexy she looked.  He couldn't
miss the envelope hanging between her legs, especially with "READ ME FIRST"
printed on it in big letters.  He read it out loud as instructed.

   James,

   As you can see I have returned Eleanore to you.  First of all, if you
don't like what you see, and now realize you don't really want her back,
let me know right away in the usual way.  Use MLXVII for the recognition
code.  I will happily pay you a hundred and fifty thousand dollars for her,
cash on delivery, and I'll pick her up tomorrow.  If you still do want her
back, then you must realize that she is not what she was before.  She is
what you see before you, a naked and submissive sex slave who wants nothing
more than to please her master.  If you want to keep her, you must keep her
as your slave and use her that way.  If you try to make her back to what
she was, you will lose her again, and probably to a less honorable master
then I, and you may never see her again.  Eleanore needs to be mastered,
and I hope you've learned how to do that in a loving and caring way by
observing my examples over the last five years.  Right now she is
desperately in need of an orgasm.  She will not orgasm until you give her
permission.  Before you read the next part, why don't you pull the vibrator
out of her vagina, lay her on her back and fuck the hell out of her,
exactly as she is.  Don't forget to give her permission to orgasm, and
enjoy yourself.

   "Cinder-elea" reported that he did just that, and it seemed like he was
trying to make up for five years of missed sex all in one time.  With her
still gaged and panting on the floor he returned to the letter and
continued to read out loud.

   There!  I hope that felt good, but now comes the hard part!  I want you
both to understand that I didn't return her to you because I had grown
tired of her.  On the contrary!  I have returned her because I know that
this is where she will want to be at this difficult time in her life.  I
have to tell you now that the reason she is back with you is because I have
detected a growing lump in her left breast.  It's the tender spot near the
arm pit Eleanore, remember?  I suspect it may be breast cancer, and it
should be looked at as soon as possible.  While I'm prepared to pay
millions to procure her recovery, I can't do it under the circumstances and
remain anonymous.  Besides, I feel strongly that being with her family will
greatly increase the chances of her full recovery.  The Fifty thousand
dollars in the envelope is not intended in any way as payment for her
services.  It is solely intended to be my contribution towards her
recovery. Use it to pay for any medical expenses not covered by your health
plan.  If this turns out not to be enough, don't hesitate to ask for more.
If at this point you feel that I have returned damaged goods to you, and
you have changed your mind about becoming involved, then my offer still
stands.  You can keep the money as a down payment, and I will pay you the
rest in cash when I pick her up.

   ELEANORE I WILL ALWAYS LOVE YOU!

   "Cinder-elea" reported that he didn't change his mind.  Arrangements
were quickly made to see a specialist, a biopsy was done that confirmed
cancer.  Within two weeks she was operated on, and the doctors were very
confident they had gotten out all of the tumor, without destroying her
beautiful breast.  As a further precaution a course of chemotherapy was
prescribed, and Eleanore's recovery was proceeded on schedule.  She had
been through a very tough time, but she had the support of her family to
see her through.  She had my support too.  I was at the hospital every
weekday, timing my visits for when James was at work and the kids at
school. Eleanore didn't want James to ever meet me, at least not as her
abductor and master.  She didn't think his forty-four year old ego could
take the knowledge that his wife was stolen from him, almost for good, by a
man in his sixties.  James knew that I was there, he had even given me the
name and address of the hospital, and her room number, in a message posted
in the news group.  This had resulted in a flood of get well wishes form
people all over the world.  It seems that hundreds of people had been
following "cinder-elea's" odyssey, through James' posting of "Husband's
message to cinder-elea" over the past five years.  The nurses were confused
for a while because all the cards were addressed to "cinder-elea", until
one of them read the card attached to the large bouquet of flowers that I
brought her.  I had addressed them to "cinder-elea." It was over a year
before Eleanore and I got together in person again, since she left the
hospital, and we still chat over the internet.  We've met at the mall, and
she's come to know my latest slave, but we've never again had sex.  It
didn't take long for people in the chat room to figure out what had
happened.  I had allowed "cinder-elea" to chat about two or three times a
week, but she never said anything about being abducted.  Of course her and
I were never on together at the same time any more.  That alone is enough
to raise the suspicions of some of the regulars.  Also the fact that we
both had the same ISP number would have told some of the more savvy
chatters that we were both using the same connection.  Also most of the
chatters also posted and read posts in the news group.  The result of all
this was that I had lost all my credibility, and other than "ru-pup-pet",
no body talked to me about wanting to make personal contact.

   So there I was at this figure skating competition looking for a young
girl to abduct.  There have been some changes made since I returned
Eleanore to her husband.  One day at the hospital, I overheard one of the
doctors telling Eleanore that a holiday to a warmer climate, for a couple
of weeks, after she was released from hospital would be a good idea.  Later
when we were alone and she had just shown me how well her breast was
healing, I suggested that she could borrow the van with the camper
conversion for the holiday.  When she told James, he agreed it would make
the trip a lot more economical.  "Cinder-elea" told me they were very
pleased to see it in the driveway when they got home from the hospital, but
they were ecstatic when they got into the house and found the envelope on
the floor under the mail slot.  They had expected to only find the keys to
the van, but along with them were the ownership papers made out in the name
of Eleanore Parkinson.  I had gone to a local dealership and for a small
fee they handled all the safety tests and the paperwork required to
transfer title to Eleanore, and this way none of my information was
included.  To replace the van I bought a modest sized motor home.  This
actually suited my purpose better, because there were many more of them
around, and they didn't stand out as much as the van did.  There happened
to be over a dozen RV's parked in the arena parking lot for that same
event, and they all looked very similar.  Another advantage with the RV is
that it has a separate bedroom, with it's own en suite toilet.  I have
spent a lot of time modifying the motor home to better suite my needs. 
First of all I covered the bedroom window with plywood, so a girl locked in
there couldn't see out.  Then I made sure there was no way she could
attract attention to herself.  All surfaces were covered in a two inch
layer of foam.  I also made sure there was no way that she could sabotage
the RV itself.  As long as she had no tools, she could be locked up in
there without being all trussed up, and she wasn't going to hurt the RV, or
herself.  After all the security concerns were addressed, I next considered
the surveillance aspects.  This RV was equipped with a video system to
assist backing up.  That is a video camera is built into the rear of the
unit at the roof line.  It sends a picture to a small monitor mounted from
the ceiling near the windshield.  I installed three more hidden cameras in
the bedroom, so that all angles, including the toilet were covered.  By
means of a disguised switch, I could select either the original backing up
camera, or any of the three in the bedroom, and I can keep an eye on my
guest while I'm driving.  In order to keep an ear out for her as well, I
also installed some microphones, and while I was at it I patched into the
existing built in music system so I could speak to her as well.  The next
thing to be addressed was, what was she going to do with herself during the
time the trip took.  In Eleanore's case it had been over eight hours.  Why,
she was going to watch television of course.  I mounted a set up at ceiling
level where she couldn't reach it, and fed it from a VCR, which I mounted
close to the driver's seat.  I went through the hours and hours of tape I
had of Eleanore, and some of my late wife, and even some I down loaded from
some porn sites on the net.  I edited it all down to five hours of
motivational masterpiece.  The main thrust of the message was that you were
now mine, and I am going to do whatever I want with you.  Secondly since
you have no way of stopping anything from happening to you, you might as
well go along with it and enjoy it.  I used the tape of Eleanore refusing
to give me oral sex as an example of no matter how much you were willing to
endure I could keep upping the stakes until you had to submit, so you might
as well submit now and save us both a lot of trouble.  Thirdly I wanted to
instill the idea that being my slave was not such a bad thing.  I showed a
lot of footage of Eleanore trotting in her pony girl outfit, all over the
property obviously enjoying herself, and having one orgasm after the other.
I also used this footage to demonstrate just how big and isolated my
property was.  Hinting at the same time at the futility of even thinking of
trying to escape.  I showed the footage of Eleanore being pierced and
branded under anaesthetic, calmly carrying on a conversation, and not even
feeling it when the red hot iron was pressed into her flesh.  I contrasted
this with the footage I downloaded, showing women being pierced and
branded, and screaming in pain and pulling at their bindings.  The message
here was that if you cooperated with me and accepted your fate, then I will
go out of my way to prevent causing you pain.  I wrapped it all up with
shots of Eleanore and some shots my late wife, cooking, baking, and making
preserves, and taking great pride in their work, and being rewarded for
their efforts.  The whole idea of this was that a struggling and unwilling
young girl would be placed in the room, and five hours later, a naked and
submissive slave would crawl out on her hands and knees.  Well that was the
idea anyway, and there was nothing else she could do with her time.  The
next thing I needed was a way to get the young girl into the motor home
without a lot of fuss and without drawing any attention.  I had that worked
out too, it was such a crazy idea, she'd believe it.  Then I needed a
reason for being here.  You have to understand that ninety-nine point nine
percent of the audience is made up of relatives of the girls actually
competing.  The rest are volunteer helpers.  A single male attending an
event like this would stand out.  This was not the figure skating
competition that people were used to seeing.  In fact not too many people
even knew this sort of thing was going on.  This was precision team figure
skating, and it was still slowly catching on.  It's very popular in Europe,
and the talk was that in the near future it will be an official sport at
the Winter Olympic Games.  Using a factious name and a post office box
address that I set up in a distant town, I wrote letters to all the major
daily papers in the region offering to do a story on that competition.  I
got answers from all of them, saying that they would be interested in a
story about the increasingly popular sport of Precision Team Figure
Skating, but strictly on a free lance basis.  None would guarantee to buy
the story before hand, but they did qoute the standard per column inch rate
that they paid for such articles.  I selected the letter from the Tribune,
mainly because there was room to add another paragraph.  I added that they
would not guarantee that the story would be printed at any time, even if
they did buy it.  I didn't want people calling the paper and asking about
the story.  If the Tribune discovered that someone was passing himself off
as one of their reporters the day a young girl was abducted from a figure
skating competition, they'll want to expose it, and people might just
remember what I looked like.  This letter would also gave me a reason to
talk to individual people without drawing too much attention.  Oh yes, from
the reply I got from the papers, it was obvious none of them were planning
to cover the event.  I had done my homework, and I was sure I'd covered
every angle I arrived there on the Friday afternoon and spent the rest of
the day checking out the girls, and establishing my credentials.  I
interviewed a lot of women, officials, judges, volunteers, coaches, and
even some team members.  I interviewed the people from each of the skating
clubs, so I had a good knowledge of where everybody comes from.  It
wouldn't have been a very bright thing, to come all this way to abduct a
girl, and end up abducting a girl from a town near where I live, who came
all this way just for the competition.  I had narrowed my selection to a
short list of seven girls.  I had even managed to interview all of them,
and as far as I could tell from their body language, they all had
submissive tendencies.  That was three quarters of the battle.  Abducting a
girl who was already submissive, meant I didn't have to break her spirit. I
simply had to awaken the latent slave girl in her, and then convince her of
how fortunate she is to have found me to be her master.  My first choice
was Tiffany.  She was the most attractive on the short list.  She was with
a club from a small town, three hundred miles east of here.  That means
that her final destination would be about five hundred miles away from her
home town, as the crow flies.  In the interview, she said she was
thirty-six, yes that's right thirty-six.  What!  Did you think I was after
one of the children or teenagers who were actually competing?  Please!  I'm
not a pedophile!  Yes, I love children, that's why I missed my grandsons,
so much, but not as sex partners for heaven's sake.  Boy!  Have you got a
dirty mind.  Yes, I did say I wanted to abduct a young girl, but I've
already told you I'm in my sixties!, Almost sixty-five in fact, and to me
thirty-six definitely qualifies as a young girl.  That's why coming to a
figure skating competition to abduct my next slave was such a good idea. 
You see where ever there are a lot of pretty little girls, there are also
bound to be a lot of beautiful young mothers.  Now where was I?  Oh yes
Tiffany.  Well she was a beautiful young mother, yes, I know I'd be
breaking up another family, but then there are a lot of young families
being broken up all the time, especially by divorce, and nobody is
complaining about that are they.  This time there would not be any letters
to the husband, nor any promise of future release.  That way the family,
and my new slave could have closure on that part of their lives, and get on
with the future.  Anyway back to the story.  Tiffany was beautiful.  Her
figure was perfect, and she was showing it off very well in the tight pants
and sweater she was wearing.  Her reddish hair was fairly short, too short
for my liking, but hair grows fairly quickly, and in a couple of years it
was past her shoulder blades.  Best of all she was there simply as an
observer.  That is, she didn't have an official job to do for her club at
this competition.  She wasn't a chaperone, or one of the food or
refreshment persons.  These clubs are well organized, and they go to great
lengths to see that the little girls competing, are well fed, and guarded
from fiends like me.  Tiffany didn't have to be anyplace at any particular
time, so she wouldn't be missed until the competition was over and it was
time to go home.  Hell she might not even be missed until the club bus had
arrived back in their home town, and her daughters were looking for a ride
home.  My plan now was to keep an eye on Tiffany for a chance to get her
alone for a few moments to put my plan into action, In the mean time I was
also watching the other six girls, in case an opportunity arose to take one
of them.  While Tiffany was my first choice, I couldn't afford to pass up a
chance to take one of the others in stead, just in case I didn't get a
crack at Tiffany.  I didn't want to go home empty handed.  I did my best to
create that opportunity.  I discovered that Tiffany was partial to a
particular flavor of fruit drink.  I spent a fair bit of time buying all
the bottles of that drink from all the vending machines around the arena,
except for a machine near a concession stand that was not open until late
in the afternoon.  I'm afraid there wasn't much business for the concession
stands at competitions like this.  The competitors were never permitted to
eat any of the type of food they served, and the club brought all the food
and snacks for them, with them.  Most of the audience also ate food that
they brought with them.  Having one or two daughters in a skating club, at
this level cost a fair bit, added to that the cost of travel, and everybody
was looking for ways to save a few dollars.  So this concession stand was
closed for lack of business.  Just after nine-thirty the next morning, I
noticed Tiffany leave the stand, and followed her.  The really little girls
from her club had just skated, and she was here to support her club.  Her
daughters were scheduled to skate at one-thirty, so she had a lot of free
time coming.  She headed for the ladies washroom, and took her place in
line.  I can never figure out what the problem is with the people who
design public buildings like this one, why can't they ever design ladies
washrooms that are big enough.  There is always a line up.  When she came
out I watched her head for a vending machine.  I caught up with her as she
reached the second machine.  "Hello Tiffany, How are you this morning?"
"Oh, Hi, It's George, isn't it?" That's the name I was using as a cover, so
I nodded with a smile, pleased that she'd remembered.  "Not too bad,
actually considering," she giggled.  "There are four of us mothers sharing
a motel room.  We were up pretty late, talking and watching movies on TV.
Darn this machine is sold out too." "Are you looking for anything special?"
"Not special really, I'm just partial to the peach flavored fruit drink. 
I'll have to settle for something else." "Wait," I ordered, before she put
her money in, "I'm sure there are some in the vending machine at the other
end of the arena, near the concession stand." "It figures, nobody goes near
there.  Well I've got lots of time I guess.  Come to think of it the
washroom at that end is probably empty too." "Do you mind if I walk along
with you, I wanted to get your opinion on the judging, off the record of
course, I don't intend to use any names in the story." We strolled
together, talking about judging in general, until we were standing in front
of the vending machine.  "You're right, this one still has some peach
punch," Tiffany remarked as she reached to drop her money into the slot. 
It's now or never I thought, we're actually out of anybody's sight.  I
quickly reached around her slim waist and deftly fastened the belt around
it.  "Hey!  What're you doing?" She didn't yell out, but it was a good
thing we were also out of ear shot of anybody.  "It's alright," I said
reassuringly, backing away from her at the same time.  "Don't panic, you're
safe, just keep your voice down." I added as I pushed the button to select
her drink, and retrieved it from the chute.  "What is this thing?  What's
going on," she asked nervously, but not loudly?  "Let's sit over there and
I'll explain everything.  You can open that zipper on the top and look
inside," I added after we were sitting.  Tiffany moved the belt around her
waist so the fanny pack was in front and opened the zipper.  She saw a
small flashing red light and some other stuff she didn't recognize.  "That
red light means it's armed." "Armed?  What is this thing anyway?" "Ok, I'll
tell you, but you have to keep cool, and don't panic, OK?  I really don't
want to hurt anybody.  OK?" She nodded, shaking a little.  "I told you not
to panic," I said placing my hands over her's to reassure her.  "It's a
sort of bomb, but it's perfectly safe.  There are only two way to make it
go off.  If I press the button on the remote I have in my pocket, or if you
try to take it off.  Listen carefully, I don't want any accidents.  There
is a very thin foil between the layers of the leather, it you undo the
belt, or try to cut the leather it will go off." "What will happen if it
goes off?" "Well there won't be a big explosion or anything like that.  You
see it's a gas bomb.  There are two canisters filled with a liquid under
great pressure.  When the valve is opened, the liquid will spray out,
evaporating into a gas right away.  Each gas is perfectly harmless by
itself, but when the two gasses combine they will react chemically to form
a third gas.  The third gas is lethal.  One whiff and within seconds your
arms and legs become paralyzed, within ten seconds your diaphragm will stop
working, and if you haven't suffocated by then, your heart will stop in
about a minute and a half.  In the mean time, you bowels and bladder will
have voided.  There is enough gas in those canisters to fill this entire
building in under two minutes.  Everybody in this building will be dead
within five minutes, except me." I raised the tip of my nostril to reveal a
plastic tube.  "As long as I keep my mouth shut, and breath through my
nose, these filters will protect me, long enough for me to put on a proper
gas mask, which I have in my bag." "But why do you want to kill everybody
in this building.  Are you some kind of terrorist?" That's good I thought,
she was keeping her head, and she was up on current events.  "I don't want
to kill anybody, at least not anybody in this country.  What I told you
will only happen if you don't follow my instructions, and it won't end with
this building either.  That gas stays active for weeks, as soon as someone
opens a door and it get out, people will start dropping all over the
neighborhood.  If someone manages to get a call out to 911, the rescue
people will not know about the gas, they will die, and the open door will
release more of it into the air.  So you see there is a lot riding on your
actions in the next few minutes." "What do you want from me, I don't
understand?" "It's quite simple actually.  There is a military base just
outside of this city.  That makes this city a focal point for protesters of
all sorts.  This afternoon, in fact, there is to be a major protest that
will receive national news coverage.  They are protesting some of the
government's actions in its war on terrorism.  I'm with a group of people
who believe that the government is fully justified in its actions, you will
be putting on a counter demonstration of one, that will make it quite clear
to everybody that the threat is real." "What are you going to do to me?"
"Nothing too bad I promise.  First of all I'm going to take you to a major
shopping mall in the city.  Once there I'm going to attach you to the
building structure.  Once attached, any attempt to detach you will set off
the bomb.  As soon as that's done, I'll disappear, but others in our
organization will notify the police.  They will explain very carefully that
you and the bomb are not to be tampered with.  Others will alert the media,
to get our story out.  For a few hours you will become a national figure.
Exactly at midnight the bomb will defuse itself, the red light will go out,
and it will be perfectly safe to release you.  By that time the police will
have received instructions on how to dismantle the device.  They will be
told that you were just an innocent victim.  They will question you, mostly
about me.  You will give them all the information you know, which isn't
much, and by then I'll have removed this disguise, and left the country for
a few weeks." "Oh no, please, you can't do this to me, please," she started
to cry as she pleaded.  "Take it easy sweetheart, you'll be alright, you're
perfectly safe.  All you have to do is come with me quietly, then just sit
in the mall until midnight.  The police won't try to remove you, they won't
even come close enough to you to touch you.  They will know that everything
will be OK at midnight.  They'll just evacuate the mall, and wait it out."
"No, no you don't understand, it isn't that.  It's just that I can't wait
until midnight, I can't have all this publicity, I'm running away from my
husband, he'll catch me, please.  He'll beat me when he gets me home. 
Look!, I'll show you," she said as she looked around quickly.  Seeing
nobody, she raised her sweaters up so that her breasts were exposed.  She
wasn't wearing a bra, and the bruises, and burn marks were clearly visible.
"See that's what he does to me just for little things, like being late to
pick him up, or serving supper late.  What do you think he'll do to punish
me for trying to run away from him?  I've been planning this since the
summer, and now that I'm almost free of him you're going to fuck me up but
good.  Look can't you find somebody else?  It's still early yet, please. 
I'll do anything." "OK, Calm down, just tell me your story calmly and I'll
see what can be dome.  You have to realize, that my group have already
spent several million dollars getting this plan under way." "I'm sorry to
mess things up for you, but I guess it's just my luck.  You could have
picked anybody else in this building.  My husband only became abusive about
two years ago.  He started to get these terrible temper rages, and things
just got worse.  Last summer, when he started to butt his cigarettes out on
my breasts, I decided I had to get away.  The first thing I did was go back
to teaching.  Not full time, but only a few periods a day, and not until
after I'd dropped him off at the train station, and I'd be there in time to
pick him up in the evenings.  He doesn't know I have had this job, so I've
been able to put the money in the bank.  I only took the position for the
first semester, and that finished last week.  Anyway, I've been waiting for
my chance, and this competition was it.  He's away on business and won't be
back until late tonight.  I've got all our things, mine and my daughters'
all packed away in my minivan.  After the competition is over the girls and
I will drive away." "Where are you going?" "I haven't decided yet.  To some
big city, where it will be easy to get lost.  The money in the bank will
keep us going for a while, and I hope to get some supply teaching work,
until I can start full time again in September." "Who owns the minivan?"
"We do, my husband and I" "Who's name is it registered in, your's or his?"
"His, why?" "Well, you're screwed then sweetheart.  When he discovers that
you're gone, he'll just call the police and report his car stolen, The
police will find you for him." "Damn!  I didn't think about that!  I'll
just have to ditch the car somewhere, but that's all the more reason why I
have to get away earlier, so I'll have time to unpack it somewhere and then
ditch it.  Please don't you see, I can't wait for the competition to end we
have to leave right away." "Don't panic sweetheart, I'm part of a big
organization, they'll look after you if you help us.  Look, I know it won't
be easy, but trust me.  Come with me, I promise we won't leave the parking
lot.  I have something to show you, and I want to call the group and tell
them about your problem.  OK?  Will you come with me quietly?" "Yes, OK
I've got very little choice, and I don't want to be in here in case this
thing goes off accidently, my daughters are in here." "And so are a lot of
other people's.  Don't worry we made sure it's perfectly safe.  Come on,
you won't need a coat, I'm not parked that far away." Once in the motor
home I sat her down in front of the TV in the bedroom and played selected
clips for her, then told her my plan.  "As you can see, Tiffany, I'm into
the bondage lifestyle, but unlike your husband, I'm not a sadist.  I'll
never cause you any unnecessary pain.  If you'll do this thing for our
group, and not mention this RV to the police, I'll be waiting for you
outside the police station, with your daughters.  By tomorrow noon we'll be
in Canada, then shortly after that we'll be at my ranch, it's very
secluded, your husband will never find you there.  If you agree to serve me
as my sex slave, I'll look after you and your daughters, and I promise
never to even so much as touch your daughters.  Believe me, I'm not a
pedophile." "Don't you already have two slaves?" "No, The older one was my
wife, she died almost six years ago in a traffic accident.  The younger one
was only with me for five years.  She's in a nursing home, dying from
breast cancer," I lied.  "The doctors did every thing they could, but the
cancer spread so fast.  It's only a matter of time, and not very much of it
I'm afraid." "I'm sorry to hear that.  I guess you've had some bad luck
too. But you want me to be your slave, how is that better than what I've
got now for haven's sake.  It'll be like jumping out of the frying pan and
into the fire." "Not by a long shot!  Did either of those two women seem to
be suffering any?  Did their life appear to you to be worse than yours?"
"No.  They seemed to be happy enough, that's for sure.  But what about my
daughters.  what will become of them?" "Well I'll be smuggling you into
Canada.  That way your husband, will never find you.  They won't be able to
go to school there, so you'll have to home school them.  The organization
will look after the paper work here, and send you the lessons.  When
they're ready to go to university, if they want to, we'll get them
registered in a Canadian university as foreign students.  They'll be able
to make some friends, I have nieces and nephews who visit often.  It won't
be the same as living in the city, but It's only for a few more years, then
they'll be away at school, which is what would have happened anyway.  Your
daughters will know about your condition.  I won't hide your enslavement
from them.  But you also have my word that I will never force or coerce
either of them into anything.  Here's my proposal, and I've gotten approval
form the group on this while you were watching TV.  First of all, you and I
will move all your stuff from your minivan and put it in here.  We'll wait
until your kids have finished their skate, The four of us will then go to
the mall, and while the kids wait in the RV, I'll set you up inside.  The
kids and I will lay low until you call me from the police station to tell
me that you're free to go, I'll give you my cell phone number.  After we
pick you up, we'll head north." "But how are you going to get across the
border with us in the RV?" "The organization has taken care of that, one of
our members owns a huge ranch, that's right up against the border.  Another
member owns a ranch in Canada that's right against the border.  There is a
hidden link between the two properties.  We'll drive to one ranch, then
when we know there isn't a military spy satellite overhead, we'll cross
over into Canada.  I'll even change licence plates before we cross over. 
I've done this many times." "And if I refuse?" "Then we have no choice
except to revert back to the original plan, I take you to the shopping
mall, attach you to the structure and leave you to face your husband.  Your
plan wouldn't have worked any way.  If he didn't get you for car theft, He
could go to court and get custody of the kids, then lay a kidnaping charge
against you, and if you went back to teaching, he can easily trace you
through your teaching licence.  Your best bet is to go home after this is
all over, and take your lumps, then you can call the police and charge him
with assault and sue for divorce." "And you think, he's going to let me get
anywhere near a telephone, ever.  Not to mention what he might do to the
girls.  No George, I'm afraid your proposal as you put it, is the lesser of
two evils.  I'm your slave, so what's going to happen in the mean time?" "I
want to get a look at those burns, some of them looked infected." "Yes, and
they're hurting like hell, The pain killer is wearing off." So that was it,
I had her!  Not exactly according to plan, but what difference did that
make?  She removed her sweaters completely, and after taking a few seconds
to appreciate the perfect shape of her breasts, I went to work.  First I
applied a topical anaesthetic, then I injected a local just below the skin
in six places all around each ugly burn mark.  she started to get relief
after a few seconds, and with in five minutes both breasts were numb. 
Making sure she didn't have any allergies to medication I next injected a
generous amount of antibiotic.  After I removed the scabs that had formed,
and allowed the puss to drain away, I cleaned up the wounds and removed the
charred flesh.  Her husband didn't just butt his cigarette on her breast,
he must have taken a couple of good drags on it while he pressed it to her
skin in four places.  I wondered how he'd like it if I did the same thing
to the head of his penis.  I applied burn dressings, then gave her some
very strong pain killers.  "These will make you sleepy, but before you doze
off, direct me to where your car is parked.  I'll move all your stuff in
here while you sleep a little." "Thank you for the medical attention, are
you a doctor?" "No, but I've had paramedic training.  It's a long story for
another day.  It's going to cost me tens of thousands of dollars in
cosmetic surgery, to get rid of those old burn scars, but I'll see that
you'll have unblemished breasts again.  If I ever get my hands on your
husband, I'll take it out of his hide." "Would you really do that for me, I
mean get my breasts fixed," she asked as I drove the RV to where her car
was parked?" "Certainly.  I want you to be proud of your breasts when you
show them off to me." There was no place to park near her van, so I just
stopped the RV so that the door was right behind her car, and gave her a
pillow and a blanket.  She kissed me on the cheek and thanked me for the
pain relief.  I closed the door to the bedroom behind her, locking her in.
It took me over a half hour to transfer everything into the RV.  She really
had that minivan packed tight.  I didn't have the heart to tell her that
most of their stuff would end up in the used clothing drop off box.  I had
to stow it up in the bunk over the front of the RV, and it took almost all
of the space.  After I moved the RV back to where all the others were
parked, I switched the picture on the backing-up monitor to one of the
cameras in the bedroom and watched her sleep.  I zoomed the camera in on
her face.  Yes I thought I saw it, she had a smile on her face as she
slept. She must be having a happy dream.  Although I was taking her against
her will, stealing her from her husband actually, I intended to make sure
she had nothing but happy dreams from now on.  I decided to prepare some
lunch.  I'd let her sleep until it was ready, then wake her up.  By the
time we ate, it would be time to go and watch her kids skate.  When she
came out of the bedroom after I woke her up, she still hadn't put on her
sweater and her breasts were still exposed.  The dressings I put on earlier
ware still in place.  I was a little surprised, because one thing they
don't ever teach you in any first aid course I've ever taken, is how to
bandage up a tit.  "Is this alright, or do you want me naked," Tiffany
asked when she saw me looking at her breasts?" "It's OK.  When I've kept my
part of the bargain, and got you safely away from your husband, then you
will become my slave, and you will always be naked.  Until then you may
wear what you like." "Thank you for looking after my burns, this afternoon
is the first time since he burned me on Wednesday night, that I haven't
felt any pain." "I won't take any credit for your pain relief today. 
That's mostly due to the painkiller I gave you.  What I did for you will
mean you won't still be feeling pain a week from now," I explained as I
ladled out the soup, then placed a plate of sandwiches on the table.  I
finished by putting two bottles of peach punch on the table.  "Thank you!
You didn't need to go into the building to get that for me.  I could have
drunk water." "You're welcome, but it really wasn't any trouble.  I've got
about four dozen bottles in the RV." "So!  It was you who bought all the
peach punch in all the vending machines," she said laughing when she
realized what I had done.  "I must say you have a real eye for detail to
have picked up on that preference." "Thank you, yes I do.  I'm very good at
picking up detail.  For example, I knew you weren't wearing a bra, the
first time I laid eyes on you.  You don't really need one, you know. 
Unless you wanted it for effect, to accentuate your cleavage for example.
You're also not wearing panties, as such.  You're wearing long johns." "Is
it that obvious?" "No, one needs to have a trained eye, and remarkable
powers of concentration.  Your average male will get a look at your
marvelous touche and start dreaming about caressing it.  Now I look at your
behind and I say very nice, such classic lines, and not hampered by pantie
lines.  Then I think, she's going to get pretty cold sitting in this arena
all day, then I figure out that you must be wearing long underwear." "What
else did you notice about me?" "Well, you're an exceedingly beautiful
woman. You're from the upper middle class, but in spite of this I also saw
a deep sadness in your eyes.  I suspected there was a great unhappiness in
your life." "It's easy to say that, now that you know about my husband."
"No, I don't think your husband was the cause of this unhappiness.  Really
in this day and age, one phone call to the police would have ended that
problem, and you're very well aware of that.  No this unhappiness was
caused by something that was lacking from your life.  You see my dear,
you're a submissive.  You've stayed with your husband this long, because
you crave to be mastered.  Except he didn't turn out to be a true master,
just a sadistic egomaniac, and you've started to fear for your life." "I
see." "Yes, and by the way that look of sadness is gone now." "Oh, is it?
What do you see in my eyes now?" "Hope, tempered with a little bit of
excitement." "You're a very wise man," she teased.  "Yes I know, but that
wisdom came at a very high price." "And what, pray tell, was the price of
your wisdom?" "Old age." "Oh, come on," she laughed, "You're not that old."
"I am actually, but I just don't look it, and when I'm with you I don't
feel it either.  But enough of this idle chatter, we better clean up or
we're going to be late for your daughters' performance." "Yes," she agreed,
then got up and started clearing the table.  I put the left over sandwiches
back in the fridge, then picked up a dish towel and started drying the
dishes as she washed them.  Everything was put away with enough time left
over for a quick visit to the toilet, and we walked hand in hand to the
arena.  She held my hand a little too firmly for someone who was being
coerced.  We separated once in the door and sat a short distance apart.  I
noticed her go and talk to several of the ladies from the club, one of
which I knew was the president.  I figured she was making arrangements to
take her daughters away right after their skate.  I didn't even wait to see
what their score was.  I left right after the last member of the team left
the ice and the applause died down.  They were actually very good.  There
were five red headed girls on the team, so I couldn't figure out which were
her daughters.  Once back at the RV, I turned on the propane furnace.  It
was getting colder out, and the heat from the engine wouldn't be enough to
keep the entire space warm, especially as the afternoon wore on and the
temperature dropped.  I stopped the RV in the lane between parked cars, I
didn't expect anybody would be leaving since this section of the
competition was just getting under way.  This section was the biggest, with
twenty teams entered, it was scheduled to last another two hours.  As soon
as I saw them come through the door I moved the RV up to the curb, so it
was there just as they reached it.  Tiffany opened the door and ushered her
brood inside.  I moved the RV away from the door a short ways to where I
wasn't blocking traffic and drawing attention to myself, then got out of
the driver's seat and came to meet my newest possessions.  Tiffany handled
the introductions.  She hadn't said her daughters were twins.  Melanie and
Lindsay, and they turned out to be fifteen, only a year older than my
oldest grandson was then.  I couldn't see any way of telling them apart for
now.  I took their wheeled luggage in which they carried their costumes,
skates, and all the other stuff a young skater needs, and put them up on
the forward bunk with all the rest of their stuff, Then I suggested to
Tiffany that she might want to take the girls into the bedroom and tell
them what is going on in private.  She agreed and I watched as she closed
the door behind her, and without knowing it locking them in.  Since they
couldn't see out, I didn't have to worry about them seeing where we were
headed, so I headed for the closest expressway.  I decided to give Tiffany
about fifteen minutes to give the girls her version of what she thought was
going to happen, so I concentrated on traffic, and turned the radio on so I
could get weather and road reports.  I tuned in just in time for a weather
report.  A major winter storm was expected to hit the area at around
midnight.  It was now almost two o'clock.  If the storm didn't come early,
I still had ten hours.  I decided not to take a chance.  My original plan
was to take the expressway, through the metropolis and continue following
it in a south westerly direction, then swing to the north and then east
again to my farm, a trip that should take about ten hours, and give my
prisoner a false impression about where she really was.  I didn't think
hiding my location was all that important with Tiffany and her girls so I
opted for the most direct route.  I'd forget about the expressways and in
stead take a series of county roads.  I would be traveling in pretty much a
straight line and I'd miss all the traffic in the metropolis.  We should be
back at the farm safe and sound by six-thirty or seven o'clock.  I already
knew the route home, having traveled it several times, but I also turned on
the navigator computer.  I entered the coordinates for my farm, and
selected the icon for the shortest route.  My route was highlighted on the
screen, and a flashing dot showed where I was at the moment.  Once I was
out of the high traffic area, I turned on the sound system.  "Hello, can I
have your attention please!  Now that we're safely underway, I will take
this opportunity to explain to you what is really happening.  Tiffany, you
can safely remove the fanny pack now.  It wasn't really a bomb.  I
apologize for lying to you, but I needed a way to get you to cooperate,
without attracting any attention.  There is no protest.  There is no
organization.  We're not going to a shopping mall, and we're not going to
Canada, at least not in the foreseeable future.  You and your daughters
have been abducted, and we're on our way to my ranch.  Everything else I've
told you is true, except that all three of you will become my slaves.  I'm
still not interested in the girls for sex, but they are just as beautiful
as their mother, and they will make very delicious eye candy walking around
naked.  Before you waste your time doing anything stupid, you should know
that the room you are in is sound proof.  You can yell and scream all you
want, but nobody will hear you.  You may use the toilet any time you need
to, and you may drink from the cold water tap if you get thirsty.  I'm
sorry there is only one glass, but then I was only expecting to steal one
person.  You have probably noticed that it is quite warm in there.  That's
because you're expected to be naked.  In a while I'm going to order you to
remove all your clothes, but you can go ahead and do that anytime now,
while you watch the television.  I strongly suggest you pay very close
attention.  There is information in the video that you are responsible for
learning.  If you need anything in the meantime just speak up and I can
hear you." "Please master, the girls haven't had lunch yet.  They were
scheduled to eat right after their skate, but we didn't wait for that."
"I'm sorry, but I thought they would have eaten before their skate.  OK, I
can't do anything about that right away, but as soon as I come to a place
where I can pull over safely, I'll get them a snack.  I have planned for
dinner at seven." "Thank you master," I pushed the first tape into the VCR
and concentrated on my driving.  As luck would have it a few minutes later
I arrived at this city's last suburban shopping mall, so I pulled into the
lot, and parked.  I took the left over sandwiches from the fridge, added
three apples, and also three bottles of fruit drink.  At the last minute I
remembered and placed two plastic tumblers over the neck of a bottle.  I
put everything on a tray and took it to my prisoners.  They made no attempt
to rush me, and Tiffany, came and took the things off the tray when I asked
her to.  She thanked me on behalf of her daughters as I closed the door,
locking them in again.  As I was driving back towards the exit, I noticed
that this shopping mall happened to have a sex toy shop, and my thoughts
instantly turned to, do I need anything while I'm here.  Then I remembered
that I didn't have any thing in the way of collars and cuffs for the twins.
I've never had more than one slave at a time, so I only had one set. 
"Ur-pup-pet", always brought her own whenever she came up to visit.  By the
time I decided to stop I was past the shop, so I had to turn the RV around
and drive back a bit.  Now don't get me wrong, I'm not too lazy to walk a
bit, but I had traveled over a thousand yards past, and it was getting
quite cold and grey out.  As it was I had to park a ways back from the
entrance, because the RV required the length of two parking spaces, and
then some.  I didn't want anybody taking offence at where I parked, and
thereby attracting attention to myself.  Inside the shop I quickly selected
two sets of matching collars, cuffs, and anklets.  I got the kind that
locked on, as they were meant to be semipermanent.  For Melanie I bought a
set that was maroon in colour, and for Lindsay I got a set in lilac.  Once
the collars were on I would not have a problem telling which was which.  I
also bought a selection of vibrators.  While I had no intension of using
the daughters sexually myself, I had no objection to them experiencing
orgasms.  I'd have to find out if they were as yet sexually active.  I
figured that they probably didn't as yet have a steady boyfriend, or they
would have kicked up royal hell at the idea of leaving them behind when
they ran away with their mother.  It was obvious they were aware of the
kind of hell their mother was going through, and they were leaving with her
by choice.  It took me a half hour to make my purchases, and when I got
back outside the weather was obviously worse.  I began to doubt that snow
storm was going to hold off until midnight, as forecast.  It didn't, and by
four o'clock it was already snowing.  It wasn't snowing all that much, but
if I had elected to stick with my original plan, I'd be reaching the
metropolis soon, and the road reports on the radio were not very good.  As
light as the snowfall was it was still messing up traffic pretty good. 
Meanwhile out where I was, there weren't that many cars on the road, so the
snow wasn't being packed down into a slippery surface.  I slowed my speed
down to just at the speed limit, turned on my head lights and running
lights, and my wipers and carried on.  That stop had put me about
forty-five minutes behind, and slowing down was going to add another half
hour to the trip.  Mentally I calculated my new ETA to be about eight
o'clock.  That means supper on the road.  Allowing only one hour to eat and
clean up, moved that ETA closer to nine o'clock.  I switched the monitor to
look in on the girls.  They were sitting side by side across the bed, with
Tiffany in the middle.  They were naked, and they didn't seem to mind that
their bodies were touching.  They were half an hour into watching the
second video by now, and when I had changed the video I had announced that
I expected them to be naked by the end of this video, so they were well
ahead of schedule.  As much as I wanted to keep on looking at them, I had
to concentrate on my driving, so I switched the monitor back to rear view
By five o'clock I was another forty miles closer, I had to drive through a
couple of small towns, and what with local traffic, and stopping for gas, I
was held up a little bit.  The next town was about a half an hour further,
and it was a regional shopping center with a couple of large shopping
plazas.  I decided that that would be my next stop.  I had been driving for
almost three hours, and I was getting tired.  The snow flakes constantly
driving toward me for the last hour was also affecting my vision.  At
five-thirty I pulled into the parking lot of the first plaza, again I
parked a fair distance away from the entrance.  With the added two mouths
to feed I needed to get some more groceries.  Before I set out on my
mission, I had prepared enough food for myself and my slave for two days,
plus a couple of meals extra.  I had enough food in the freezer compartment
to give the four of us a hardy and varied meal, but what if we got stuck
someplace and had to wait out the storm for a few days?  I turned off the
engine to conserve fuel.  The propane furnace would keep the RV nice and
warm, and the auxiliary batteries would keep the lights, heater fan, water
pump, and even the TV and VCR going.  If the batteries got low, before the
alternator on the engine could recharge them, I had a propane powered
generator to charge them back up again.  This time when I went out I was
dressed for the weather, still when I returned almost a half hour later, I
hurried as I pushed the well laden shopping cart through the half inch of
accumulated snow.  I had a rough idea in my mind of what I had wanted to
buy, but as I wasn't familiar with this store's layout, I added a lot of
things as I quickly went up and down each aisle looking for the things I
wanted.  Anyway, we'd be well stocked and we wouldn't go hungry if we got
stuck for a week.  Any food left over would come in handy at home, I had to
adjust to shopping for four from then on.  I turned on the monitor and
selected one of the cameras in the bedroom.  One of the girls wasn't on the
bed, and the one that was left wasn't looking at the TV.  Neither was
Tiffany.  I selected the camera which was aimed into the en suite toilet,
and saw the other daughter wiping herself.  she called her mother, and a
few seconds later Tiffany came into the picture and showed her how to flush
the water closet.  The second video tape must be finished already.  I
checked the VCR and saw it automatically switch into rewind mode.  "Time to
wash up for dinner," I announced through the sound system.  While they were
doing that I got busy making the front of the RV private.  I wasn't as much
concerned about somebody looking in, as I was about one of my prisoners
looking out and recognizing where we were.  When the curtains were all
drawn, I opened the bedroom door and called them out, I was to find out
later, that they didn't even realize they had been locked in.  The girls
were shy when they came out, I'm probably the first male to ever see them
naked, but they didn't try to cover anything up.  They had paid close
attention to the TV.  "Tiffany, Will you please get the groceries put away.
There are a couple of bar-b-qued chicken, and some assorted salads and
rolls for our dinner, Put the frozen things in the freezer, the perishable
things in the fridge, and the rest of the stuff in the cupboards.  If you
have any doubt about something leave it out for now." I took the bag from
the sex shop and went and sat down in the easy chair near the front. 
"Lindsay, come here please." She came, embarrassed, with her head hung down
and her hands at her side.  I had her stand up straight, with her hands
clasped behind her back, feet about a yard apart.  She blushed deeply at
being so exposed in front of a strange man, but she didn't move when I ran
my hand up the inside of her thigh, and explored between her legs.  "Do you
masturbate?" "Yes, master." "How often?" "Very often master." "Do you do it
everyday?" "Yes master, except when I'm having my period." "I see, well
you're not to do it any more, unless I give you permission.  Do you
understand?" "Yes master." "What will happen to you if you ever do it again
without permission?" "I will be whipped master." "Very good Lindsay, you've
learned your lessons well.  What are you Lindsay?" "I'm your slave,
master." "Kneel slave." I took the lilac colored cuffs from the bag and
gave her one.  "Put this on your wrist." She took it from my hand and
obeyed.  I took her hand and checked the cuff for fit.  I had estimated
correctly.  I gave her the other one without comment, and she put it on her
other wrist.  I showed her the matching collar and asked her to bow her
head.  She did and gathered her hair and held it away from her neck, giving
me full access to her.  She was startled a little when she heard the click
of the lock, but knelt up straight again when I released her neck.  "You
are a very beautiful creature, Lindsay, but you have to learn not to be
embarrassed by you nakedness.  Over the next few days, I will become
familiar with every square inch of your body.  You will not have anything
that is private.  Be proud of your beauty and hold you head up with pride."
I gave her the anklets, and told her to sit on the floor and put them on
herself.  There was no way she could do this without exposing her pubis a
lot.  "That's very good, slave," I said when she was finished and kneeling
again.  "Now go and help your mother" "Yes master, thank you for my
beautiful collar master," she said as she leaned forward and kissed me on
the cheek.  "You're welcome slave.  Melanie, come here.  It's your turn." I
went through almost exactly the same procedure with the other twin, and
shortly she wore a set of maroon fetters.  After Melanie returned to work,
Her mother was similarly cuffed and collared.  I sat and watched my three
beautiful and naked slaves move about.  The girls looked after putting the
various cans and packages in the cupboards, while Tiffany prepared dinner.
She was a lot more attractive once the scars were gone from her breasts,
and the welts on her rump healed.  Fortunately the bruises were all be gone
in a week.  I remember hoping for his sake that her husband wouldn't try to
find them, because if I ever got my hands on him he's going to wish he'd
never been born.  "Is it a long trip to your ranch, master?  You've bought
enough groceries to last over a week," Tiffany asked as they all sat down
to dinner?  "That depends on the weather, sweetheart.  There's a snow storm
closing in on us fast.  I'm still hoping to get home tonight, but that's
assuming the police don't close any of the roads, and the snow plows can
keep up with the snow.  We might get stuck someplace for a few days.  Don't
worry about it though, we've got enough of everything to live in comfort
for over a week.  Let's not linger too long over dinner though.  The sooner
we're underway again the better are our chances of getting home at a decent
hour." "Please master," Melanie asked?  "Yes, Melanie?" "If you don't want
to have sex with Lindsay and me, what will you be doing with us master?"
"Well I didn't say I wouldn't ever have sex with you, but it will not be
for a while yet.  Although the law says it's legal for a man to have sex
with a consenting girl as young as fourteen, as long as he's not in a
position of authority over her, I think that's a little too young for
someone of my age.  Perhaps I might change my mind after seeing you
prancing around naked for a few months.  In the mean time, you will assist
your mother to see to our collective comfort.  I will also use you for
decoration.  I like looking at beautiful things, and you three are very
beautiful indeed.  Was there something particular you had in mind?" "Yes
master I was wondering what it would be like to be a pony girl?" "Well now
there is a possibility.  The two of you would look stunning in harness
together.  If I do decide to go that route, I'll want to do it seriously.
You know there are competitions for pony girls, just like in figure
skating. And they're held all over the world.  You've certainly got the
body for it.  Yes it's certainly something to consider, but I must warn
you. If I do decide to start you on pony girl training, and you show
promise, I'll want to enter you in as high a competition as possible.  It
will mean a lot of training, everyday.  You'll have to forget about being
human, and I mean totally.  You'll have to live the life of a pony girl
twenty-four hours a day, seven days a week.  It means you will lose the use
of your hands, ponies don't have hands, and they don't talk.  You will have
to be groomed, and fed.  and all the other things that make ponies
different from humans.  Once you become champions, you'll be bred for about
five years.  Owners of pony boys will bring their champion studs where you
will be, and when it is determined that you are at your most fertile, you
will be mated, exactly as ponies are mated.  You won't be competing any
more, so you will just sort of stand around, pregnant.  When you're due to
deliver, the stud's owner will be there, and when the foal is born, it'll
belong to them.  You'll be expected to nurse if for a few weeks, then they
will leave, and you will be made ready to be mated, as soon as you come
into heat again.  e"All together, between your training, competing and
breeding years, it will mean fifteen years out of your life, during which
you will cease to be human.  After that your days as a pony girl will be
over, and you can revert back to being a human being again, but you will
still be a sex slave." "I didn't realize it would be like that, I thought
it would only be pulling the carriage around the farm.  It doesn't sound
like too much fun." "Well sweetheart, there are thousands of pony girls who
live the life, who will argue with you.  They thoroughly enjoy it.  It's a
very sad and traumatic time for them when they get too old to do it
anymore. Some even ask permission to be put down, rather than becoming
human again." "You mean they would rather die?" "Exactly!  You have no idea
what it's like being a champion pony girl, or even a very good quality one.
You don't ever have to lift a finger for anything.  Your only concern is
doing the best in the competition.  The groom will wash you, dry you, feed
you, even your teeth will be brushed for you.  All you have to do is hold
your mouth open.  Even for your bodily functions, you just relieve yourself
when ever and where ever you are, someone will clean up after you and will
clean you up after.  Even your sexual needs will be taken care of.  Your
favorite stallion will be drought to you regularly to service you, and keep
you contented.  Well, after you stop being a pony girl, you have to do all
that for yourself.  not only that but in a lot of cases you're going to
have to learn how to do everything again.  remember you haven't used your
hands for fifteen years.  Anyway there will be plenty of time to talk about
these thing after we get home." We were finished eating in under twenty
minutes, and it only took Tiffany and the girls about ten minutes to clean
up after, and stow everything in it's place.  Almost exactly an hour after
I had stopped, I drove the RV out of the parking lot and out onto the
highway.  The snow had stopped for the time being, and driving was a lot
better.  Tiffany and the girls were back in the bedroom watching the third
of my training videos.  It was totally dark now and I could feel the wind
picking up.  Other than the snow starting up again about an hour later, and
with the wind blowing to beat all hell, it was a very uneventful trip the
rest of the way.  When I bought the RV, I had a new garage built, directly
behind the existing one.  It was designed to hold the largest RV made, in
case I ever decided to get a bigger one.  The garage was heated enough so
that I could service the vehicle even in the coldest part of the winter.  I
also had water and sewage connections installed so I could fill the water
storage tank, and drain the waste water tanks in relative comfort.  Since I
wanted to move my slave between the RV and the house, while naked, even in
the winter, I had an adjustable link built.  It was designed much like the
boarding ramps at airports, It consisted of a permanent room, that had
direct access to the house, and an enclosed telescopic gangplank.  When we
arrived home it was almost nine o'clock.  I drove the RV around to the back
of the house and up to the new garage door.  I pressed the remote door
opener and waited until it opened all the way.  The RV was slowly driven
forward until a bright red rubber ball, hanging from the ceiling just
touched the windshield.  I switched off the engine and closed the garage
door.  Pressing a second button on the remote, activated the telescoping
mechanism, and when I felt the RV move slightly side ways, I knew the
boarding ramp was firmly pressed against the RV, and the rubber edge sealed
tightly against the side.  Opening the door of the RV, I stepped into the
link and checked the seal.  Everything worked perfectly, and the girls will
now be able to move freely between the house and the RV in total comfort
while naked.  The third video ended almost an hour ago, and I had put in an
entertainment video.  I checked on my girls about a half hour ago, and they
were asleep in each other's arms, Totally ignoring the TV.  I wondered what
they were dreaming about.  I checked on them again, and they were waking
up. I guess after so many hours of constant motion, the stillness was
noticeable even in their sleep.  I opened the bedroom door, then switched
on the sound system.  "It's time to wake up.  We're home," I said into the
microphone, and watched them stirring on the monitor.  "Come out please."
in a few minutes they filed out, with Tiffany, bringing up the rear, with
the twins yawning and rubbing their eyes.  They were surprised when they
discovered the door of the RV was open, and yet they didn't feel the cold
which should have been uncomfortably obvious.  I ushered them into the
house, and the first place I took them to was the punishment room in the
basement.  "This is the cage I threatened the slave with in the video," I
pointed out as I showed them the cage.  "If you will remember she didn't
want to obey an order, and was prepared to be severely beaten on her bare
breasts, rather than have to obey.  Yet she obeyed right away when I
threatened to put her in here again.  I don't enjoy causing a lot of pain,
so while you might get up to a dozen lashes with the whip for a minor
offense, a greater offence will get you time in here, anywhere from two
days to a week.  Your hands will be fastened behind your back for the whole
time.  You will get a bowl full of that dog food over there, and up to five
gallons of water.  Once you are put in the cage, you will see no one, or
hear no one.  No one will hear you, or visit you.  What ever happens to
you, you will have to deal with by yourself.  The light will remain on at
all times, and the temperature will stay as it is now.  As you can feel,
it's far from comfortable." All three were shivering and covered with goose
bumps.  "I hope none of you will give me reason to resort to this." I
ushered them out of there and into the hiding room.  "From time to time I
will have visitors who I wish to keep my lifestyle a secret from.  For
example my own children and their families.  When I have such visitors, all
of you will be housed in here.  By contrast to the other room, you will
find this place very comfortable.  Although all three of you will have to
share the one bed, it is more than big enough for that.  The TV is
connected to a satellite dish, so you will have plenty of entertainment. 
The refrigerator will be stocked before hand so you will have ample food
and refreshments.  While this space is also sound proof, I still request
you to be as quiet as possible while I have visitors in the house.  The
longest I foresee you staying in here is one week at a time, and that will
only happen twice in a year.  Each of my kids brings their families up for
a week each summer.  During that time they will make several day trip
around the area.  You will be allowed out during those times.  Now, before
I show you the rest of the house.  I want Melanie and Lindsay to carry all
of your stuff from the RV, and pile it neatly in the corner of this room,"
I ordered as we passed the door of a storage room.  "Later we'll go through
it and see if any of your clothes are suitable for a slave to wear, not
that you'll be wearing clothes all that much." "The RV is out through that
door," I pointed as I led the group back up to the first floor.  Tiffany
followed me into the kitchen.  I could tell by her eyes that she was
impressed.  "I trust you'll enjoy slaving away over a hot stove in here?"
"Oh yes master, It's a terrific room." "Wait until you see this," I said
indicating the pantry.  Again she was impressed.  I took a couple of
plastic shopping baskets from the shelf and handed them to her.  "Use these
to carry all the groceries from the RV.  Carry everything in here first,
put things from the fridge into the fridge, and from the freezer into the
freezer.  Then see if you can figure out where everything else goes.  I
have to go out and check the animals.  I'll be about a half an hour. 
Whoever finishes first, helps the other.  When you're all finished, go into
the family room together and wait for me there." I dressed as warm as I
could and went out into the growing blizzard, everything was OK in all the
barns, and there was food in the mangers to last for a couple of days.  It
was pretty slow walking in the driving wind, so it was considerably more
than a half hour when I returned.  As instructed, the three slaves were
kneeling together in the still dark family room.  I hadn't given Tiffany
instructions about turning on the light so she didn't.  I left it that way,
and by the dim light from the hall I went and lit a fire in the fire place.
While the fire was building up I first went into the kitchen, and started
some mulled cider slowly heating on the stove.  Then out to the RV to check
on how well everything was removed, and turn off the furnace, fridge, and
freezer.  After I turned off all the lights, I left, closing the door
behind me.  The rest will have to wait until tomorrow.  Back in the kitchen
I put an apple pie I had waiting in the fridge into the microwave, poured
four big mugs full of the warm cider, put a generous slice of the hot pie
on four dessert plates, added forks and carried everything on a tray into
the family room.  "We didn't have time for dessert after dinner, and since
you've all been excellent so far, I didn't think it would be right to
deprive you," I said as I served them.  We watched TV as we ate dessert.  I
sat in my recliner and the three slaves knelt at my feet.  After we
finished dessert, and during a commercial break, I collected the dishes and
mugs and took everything into the kitchen.  When I returned I brought the
bag from the sex toy store with me.  I had each of the twins stand in front
of me, as I fitted each of them with a butterfly vibrator directly over
their clitoris.  After fastening their hands behind their backs, I had each
girl kneel on either side of my chair where I could reach them to caress
their breasts.  I kept the control boxes on the arm rests and turned the
vibrators on at a slow speed..  I cautioned them not to come without
permission, then had Tiffany sit on my lap.  She had been my prisoner for
about twelve hours now, and other than to do first aid on her breasts, I
hadn't touched her until now.  As we watched an adult movie on Television,
I excited Tiffany with my hands between her legs, and my lips on her
nipples.  It was obvious that she hadn't been touched with so much
tenderness for a very long time.  She was aroused very soon, and started
pleading for permission to orgasm.  I would stop caressing her then and
allowed her to cool down a little before I started again.  I did the same
thing with the twins and their vibrators.  It was my intension to keep this
up until midnight.  By then I figured they would be ready for their first
really meaningful orgasm.  Before eleven o'clock Tiffany was in tears. 
Every time I stopped caressing her, she took it as if I was punishing her.
I didn't want her to get the wrong idea, so the next time the twins begged
for permission to orgasm , I granted it and turned the vibrator up to about
half speed.  In the meantime I kept reassuring Tiffany, that she wasn't
being punished, and to be patient.  When the girls had finished cuming, I
turned off the TV, and the lights and led everybody up stairs and into the
master bedroom They took turns relieving themselves, then I locked a chain
to Lindsay's collar, passed the other end through a metal ring fastened to
the foot of my bed, and locked it to Melanie's collar.  They pressed their
young bodies to me as I kissed each of them good night, then ordered them
to lay down on the carpet.  I ordered Tiffany to undress me, and she did it
right where her daughters could see, even the part where she took my penis
into her mouth when she exposed it.  They had all seen the other slaves do
it in the training video.  When I was nude, Tiffany followed me to bed on
her hands and knees.  She kowtowed with her rear facing the bed, exposing
herself to me, until I called her to join me.  As horney as I was, I hadn't
had sex since my last night with Eleanore, I went slowly.  I allowed
Tiffany to orgasm anytime, and she came twice before I climaxed and
exploded into her.  Within five minutes I was asleep, still in her arms as
she bathed my face with kisses.  After that we lived happily ever after. 
Really!  We fell into an easy routine, The girls helped their mother with
the housework, and helped me with the animals.  I taught them all how to
ski cross country, and on the nice days of that first winter I showed them
all over my ranch.  When the warm weather came, I started them on pony
training, They were very good, and could have been champions, except that
their heart wasn't in it.  While they could have been forced to preform to
perfection, the effort would have been too great, and I didn't need that
for my pleasure.  It's enough to drive them across the fields in summer. 
Until recently it was one of my lingering pleasures, to harness them to my
carriage, even though they each now have a different master, I still have
the right to use them for anything I want.  It's the only way I get to see
my property now.  Oh yes!  New masters, well Melanie and Lindsay proved to
be the very things I needed to lure my grandsons away from their parents.
That first summer, I convinced the parents of my oldest grandson to leave
him behind for a few more weeks after their annual visit.  He was fifteen
then, and had the biggest surprise of his life when I introduced him to my
slaves.  I cautioned him not to tell his parents, then I taught him to be a
master.  I told him he could have whatever liberty he wanted with the
twins, who had turned sixteen by then, except he could not have
intercourse. I gave him the impression I was saving their virginity for
myself for later.  I let Tiffeny teach him how to be a good lover, and he
lost his virginity to her.  The three slaves were safely hidden away, when
my daughter and her husband returned three weeks later to take their
reluctant son back home He spent more and more time on the farm during the
following year, until he moved here permanently when school let out the
following summer.  His parents didn't like it much, but by then he was
sixteen, and there wasn't much they could do about it.  I told him and the
twins that he had to choose one of them to be his special slave.  It became
her responsibility to see to all his personal needs, and she would also
sleep in his room in stead of mine.  I gave him two weeks to make up his
mind, and left it up to the three of them to work it out.  I made it clear
that as a master he could still have his way with any of the slaves, but he
was to have his own personal slave to look after his day to day needs,
Somehow Melanie was chosen, and that afternoon, she knelt at his feet and
promised to obey him in everything.  Outside on the patio, Melanie,and
Tiffeny, were each bent over the ends of the picnic table, and securely
tied down so that their rears were available.  I injected their upper thigh
with a local anesthetic, and while it was taking affect, an oxyacetylene
tourch was used to quickly heat two branding irons to a bright red.  The
two of us then applied them to the skin of our own slave, as Lindsay times
us with a stopwatch.  Other than fear, at first, they never felt a thing.
Only when the scent of burning flesh reached them did they know that they
had been branded.  Burn dressings were quickly applied over the brand, and
strong pain killers administered.  Before the local anesthetic wore off,
the medication took affect, and Melanie didn't even get to feel her hyman
break when my grandson took her virginity as she was still strapped down to
the table.  With her arms fastened behind her back, he led his new slave,
on a leash, up to his bedroom, where he found a box of condoms, and a
bottle of pain killers.  We didn't see them again until the middle of the
next morning.  My other grandson did pretty much the same things, only a
year later than his older cousin.  They finished their schooling at the
local high school, and even attended the agricultural collage in a nearby
city.  They married their slaves, much to their parents displeasure, and
now do all of the farm work.  We live together in this big house, working
together to provide everyone with a happy and comfortable life.  I haven'
been able to get around to see my fields in my carriage lately.  My pony
girls have been too busy having, and looking after children, but then I
have a half dozen great grandchildren to enjoy.  I did get my revenge on
Tiffany's husband.  I changed my mind about not sending him letters.  I had
the girls write letters that I dictated, describing how they had all been
abducted.  In the letters the girls went to great lengths to tell their
father about how much his wife was enjoying her captivity.  I alternated
them so he received a letter from each girl every other week.  I gave him
instruction on how to post on the bondage news group, but he never did.  I
set up a web site, on which I posted videos of Tiffany enjoying herself as
my slave.  I didn't want these to end up all over the internet, so I
protected them in a very clever way.  I inserted a dummy frame in the first
ten frames of the video.  You wouldn't see it, but there was a special code
imbedded in this frame.  When someone downloaded the video he also
downloaded the secret code.  The code was designed to scramble the data in
that file as the video was played.  As a result you only got to see it
once. The same thing would happen if you tried to upload the file, or copy
it, before you played it.  Although I couldn't prove he ever read his
daughters' letters, I know he visited the website, and often.  I used a
cookie to report back to me on who visited, how often, and which videos
were played.  Nobody else visited the site, so he kept the URL to himself.
It didn't take long for all this to help drive him around the bend .  By
the autumn, less than a year after I abducted his wife and daughters, he
took a strong dose of sleeping pills, and fell asleep in his car with the
engine running inside a closed garage.  I had my lawyer move right away
when we heard about his body being found.  He didn't have a will, and his
brothers tried to get a share of the estate, but they gave up very quickly.
The house and everything were sold, and Tiffany got half, with the twins
splitting the other half.  The irony of it all is that, that money is
invested and growing.  None of it has ever been touched.  During the
autopsy it was discovered he had a brain tumor, which probably accounted
for his sudden change of personality a couple of years before.  If he
hadn't taken his own life, the tumor would have killed him in a few more
months.  After everything was settled, I offered Tiffany and the girls
their freedom if they wanted it.  The girls refused even before their
mother did.  They had met my grandsons by then, and were very happy with
the situation.  When I asked Tiffany to marry me, she said, that as my
slave she would do whatever I ordered, but if she had a choice she'd rather
remain as my slave.  I gave her her wish, but she'll be looked after, after
I'm gone.  We are after all a very close family, and my grandsons, are both
very fond of their mother in law.  They still have sex with her
occasionally, as well as each other's wife.  So you see we are living
happily ever after.  Me?  Well I'm getting older of course.  Hell I'm
pushing seventy now.  In fact I've almost pushed it all the way into the
eighties, but I'm getting too tired to push much further.  The boys are
doing a great job of running the farm.  They're even showing a small
profit, so while they're living off the income from their investments, the
farm isn't a drain on them, and they don't need to worry about having to
give up this lifestyle.  It seems strange when I look back on my life,
since my wife died, so long ago now.  It's strange how even though I set
out to take two women against their will, and force them into slavery, It
didn't work out that way.  Both of the women I got wanted to be with me,
and they each shared a kind of love with me.  Even the twins, begged to
have sex with me, without me having to demand it from them.  Although I
didn't have vaginal intercourse, with either of them, ever, I did teach
them how to give a man pleasure every other way possible.  Through all this
time, it seems that everytime I was about to turn into some sort of
monster, my intended victim would decide that she wanted to do whatever act
I was thinking of forcing her into, before I got the chance to put my evil
plan into action.  I realize now that my late wife has been watching out
for me, and making sure I didn't do anything that would get me damned to
hell, and keep us apart for eternity.  Well I don't think she has to wait
for much longer.

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