“This is boot camp, Dana. Day one. Fourteen days of servitude.” Not seven, but fourteen! “Fourteen days of silence, you will not speak a word. Fourteen days of crawling on your hands and knees, getting awakened at sunrise, brutalized on my whim, tortured in every way I can fathom—just because you begged for it and I’m sadist enough to give you what you so desperately want. For fourteen days, you’ll piss and shit when and where I tell you. You’ll sleep in the metal cage I made for you. You’ll eat like a dog, lapping your food from the floor. You’ll be beaten often, and for no reason other than it pleases me. You’ll spend hours bound until you wish you could take back every sassy thing you did to lure me in.
“You wanted it, you begged for it and I’ve given in. Now we’ll see if you’re ready for what I offer; if this is what you really want; if you can honestly be the woman you say you want to be. Maybe the price will be too high; we’ll learn that soon. For fourteen days you play by my rules, follow my game, submit as I order, then, when the fourteen days are over, we’ll talk, and you can have your say.”
I stare at him while letting his words seep like honey into my body. He assumes I’m scared and worried hearing the cold facts, but his hard words works like tiny magic flames, igniting little fires all through my being. The submission wears well on me, the nudity, the humiliation, the amazing fact that he would take such care in setting up this trial by fire. I feel both utter thrill and terrible panic. Most of all, I’m driven by a wanting, craving, needy desire for Benjamin. I’d say I want it the way it used to be between us. But that’s not really true. The way it used to be was hell. I want what’s in my dreams. I want that man. The man, the master, not the monster.
I wonder now which is in charge here and until I know for sure I know I’ll be afraid. Still, I’m ready. He won’t let me tell him but I trust he knows.
“Fourteen days, Dana. You’re mine and you’re Jud’s—who you’ve already met.”
Jud is now behind me but I’m too scared to turn around and look at him.
“He’ll be here when I’m not and when he is, you’ll do exactly what he tells you as if I were giving the orders. You’ll respect his word, you’ll obey his commands, you’ll follow his instructions to the letter. You don’t speak, you don’t object, you simply obey. And for the privilege of serving him, you’re now his slut to use as much as you are mine. If he wants to use your body for his pleasure, you surrender to him as you would to me.”
Benjamin stares at me and I stare back. I should probably lower my eyes, but I am so mesmerized by this man before me that I cannot turn my gaze. Everything in me shivers, everything in me wants him more than ever. And Jud? Well, to have what I want most, I’ll want my master’s friend as well.
Discussions are over. Benjamin rises from his chair and without another word he moves through the woods in the direction of the truck. I wait motionless, listening to the bushes rustle and then the distant sound of the truck’s door slamming shut. The sound, faint as it is, jars me loose from my present stupor, and the noise of the engine starting and the truck moving away from the cabin finalizes a reality that looks just like my dreams of being taken, tortured and sexually used. Right out of the playbook of fantasy, my world is now transformed. But this is real, real…not a fantasy, not a dream, but the amazing reality of how I’ll live…for fourteen days.
The first day of my boot camp begins, not with Benjamin, my master, but with Jud.
“I think this will pretty much speak for me.” Jud’s voice cuts through my thoughts, and I turn staring up at him as he pulls a canine choke-chain over my head and gives the attached leash a tug. Jerked along by the short lead, we move up the wooden steps and into the cabin. There’s nothing fancy here, just four wood frame walls, a bed, an easy chair, a sink, a stove and a kitchen table. There’s a door on the far side—not sure where that leads. The whole place smells faintly of mildew and could use a good cleaning. That’s all the time I have to appraise my surroundings before my proxy master speaks.
“You look frightened,” he says, as he looks down at me and I look up at him.
I don’t dare reply, but I’m sure he reads the truth in my eyes. I must look scared as a rabbit.
I get my first real good look at the man, and I am frightened, not because he looks so scary, but I realize that until this day, I’ve never known a man like him. Oh, I’ve seen pictures of him everywhere, on billboards and in magazines. He’s the face on TV with a scruffy beard and a beer in his hand, hawking some mainstream brew. He’s the retired football player, the ditch digger, the handyman, the plumber, the carpenter, the hunter in the woods with a plaid shirt and a pack of Camels in his pocket. He’s big, he’s gruff, a little thick around the middle and graying at the temples, with his hair thinning on the top and a beard that almost obscures his mouth. I briefly remember a cheesy smile on his face when I was peeing in the woods, but now there’s just a surly scowl that makes his real mood indecipherable. He’s not the type of man to catch my attention in a public place; I wouldn’t give him a second thought… unless he was some relative I met at a family reunion. I’d never seek out this sort of man, not because I’m better than his plainspoken, earthy manners, but because I wouldn’t imagine we had anything in common.
But what do I know? Apparently we have Benjamin Hunter in common and by the way things have been set up here, a fascination for a certain brand of sexual kink that makes a master of him and a slave of me.
Am I aroused now? I can hardly say.
“How about we break the ice here, slut?” he says. I can see that certain light in his small brown eyes that appears when a man is imagining sex.
Pulling a chair into the center of the room, he sits down and tugs me close.
“Over my lap,” he orders.
I rise enough to see that laid out on the nearby table are things that make me shiver cold and multiply my fear—a knife, a paddle, a thin baton and a small leather slapper. There are a pair of nipple clamps, a handful of clothespins and a pack of cigarettes with a lighter tucked inside the cellophane. Good lord, I never thought it would happen this fast!
As I go over Jud’s big lap and tuck into the softness of his belly, the items disappear from my view, but I know what’s coming next. I know that pain will follow as the testing begins.
His hand is warm but awkward at the start. It strokes my ass for a time and then dives between my thighs where he finds the juicy portal of my sex. Just seconds, not even minutes pass, and I’m suddenly writhing, feeling desperate as the urgent need to cum suddenly sweeps over me.
“Ah, oh, oooooh….” I clamp my mouth shut tight as soon as I recognize my cries rising in the air.
Jud’s finger has found my clit and as he softly thrums the bud. I want to scream. His fingers work both the opening of my vagina were he massages those sensitive inner folds and my plump clitoris.
“Hmmm, mmmm, oooo, ssssssssss,” I breath in seething. My ass wiggles so my hot belly rubs against the man’s thick knees. My God, I’m going to get off!
“That’s it, bitch, you just get the cum right out of your system, because it’s gonna be a long while before you get to do it again.”
Although his words hardly register, I sense the intent behind them… Yes, of course, I’d better cum. And that’s all I want to do… I feel the fire swelling inside me… I feel the touch of this man’s fingers… oh, how they glide over my clitoris… Ooo, yes, feel the heat … his body moves a bit with mine… Yes, oh my God, yes… I have no idea now if I’m silent or crying. Sharp, jolting spasms wrack my belly. Jud’s arm is around my waist to keep me steady as I buck against his body.
“That’s it, slut, you just cum for me…you cum real hard…” he says, “get it all out of your system now… that’s it…” and on and on until I can’t hear him anymore or feel a thing, until I’m numb, deaf, dumb and blind.
Next thing I know, Jud’s on his feet tossing me back against the kitchen table face up. There’s a clatter on the floor as the paddle and
clamps and all those other terrible things are swept aside. He opens my thighs, holds my boot-clad ankles with a firm grip and shoves a spear of a cock right where my cumming was so sweet.
“Ah, hmmm, mmssssssssssssss…” My head bats back and forth and the fucking starts and gathers steam. He’s hard and hot and driven, like I’m driven, like he’s my perfect counterpart, another Benjamin, another Locksley, another man to use me the way I need to be used. Oh, my, I think I’m cumming again…
“Yeah, you funky little slut,” the man seethes.
When my cumming subsides a bit, he crescendos in force. I peek enough from my closed lids to see his grimace and the strain on his face, and the terrible look in his hooded eyes. He bangs so hard it hurts deep inside my body. But I like him there; every hard, boisterous thrust of his hips as if he’s driving a stake toward my heart.
“Gawd, you vicious slut of a girl!” His exclamation rises as he fires, and the cum shoots deep, leaving the remains to dribble out between my legs. Jud’s dick glistens with my juices when he pulls out and he moves to my mouth, expecting me to lap up what’s left.
“That’s right, you lick it clean,” he says, holding my hair in his fist and pushing his cock to my lips.
And I lick it clean.
So what if it’s another man… a different man…a different master… he fucks like he’s been doing it a good long while and I’m certainly satisfied… satisfied and still surrendered, going deeper every minute I’m inside these cabin walls.
Jud recuperates while I lie sprawled over the kitchen table waiting for my next order. He lights a cigarette, takes a few quick puffs and sighs. It was a good fuck for him, I think.
“Ben says you like pain,” he spouts, turning to my outstretched body.
I don’t look at him right off because I’m gazing around the room, getting my bearings, while taking in the crudity of the simple mountain cabin from a different perspective…
“Hey, look at me when I talk to you, slut!” Jud barks.
He stands over me looking down, then grabs my chin and squeezes really hard. “You look at me. You look me in the eyes when I’m talking to you, girl. You got that?”
I stare at him petrified. The smoke curls from his lips like a dragon breathing fire. Then as if he’s had some wonderful inspiration, he looks at the burning end of the cigarette, staring at the gleaming ash.
“Yeah, this is what you get when you don’t pay attention.”
With no warning, he squashes the smoldering cigarette butt into the meaty flesh of my right tit.
“Yeeeeeaah!” the scream comes naturally and I immediately want to apologize and beg his forgiveness.
“Yeah, you can scream,” he says, “just don’t talk.”
That’s good to know. I have a feeling that I’m going to be doing a lot of screaming in this cabin.
“You know, I think you liked that, didn’t you?” He lights another cigarette and its burns threateningly in front of my eyes. “Why not? Let’s try the other tit, huh?” He squashes this one in same place, but on the other breast, just inside and underneath where the flesh is thick and like a newborn’s it’s so soft.
I suck in air as the burn expands; I’m trying to contain my vocal response. But in all honesty the pain is not as bad I expected, and it leaves in its aftermath a residue of sensation that might fire me right up again.
“Yep, you’re just one little bag of sexual tricks, just like Ben said.” He chuckles darkly. “You’re gonna get thrashed before you sleep tonight, but until then, that’s your corner.” He points to a spot I can’t see. “Go on, get going!” I have orders and quickly, awkwardly, pull myself from the table and do as I’m told.
The choke chain hooks to a bright, shiny eyebolt and with my back to the wall I sit staring into the room and wait… wait for Jud’s next comment, and the promised beating, and Benjamin’s return… and the next of my fourteen day boot camp in the woods.
My fantasies do not do justice to the beating that I receive my first night as Benjamin’s new recruit.
Jud pulled me along as I crawled on hands and knees into the out of doors. By my internal clock, it was the dead of night. I was tired and hungry, even though I’d eaten a plate of slop that I think was beef stew from a can with a biscuit smashed into the gravy—gruel fit for any whimpering canine, which certainly fit my description by that time.
I was already used to being virtually naked—and wished I’d be allowed to get rid of the rest of my clothes. By then, the boots were heavy on my feet and my legs ached from so much floor time. The stripped French stockings I so prized were snagged, ripped and dirty from crawling through the woods—not to mention, the not so clean cabin floor.
But there I was, a grimy reflection of myself, crawling in the cold moonlight to the sound of crickets in the background singing, moving into the deeper darkness of the forest, as if my master of the moment, Jud, actually could see where he was going. I certainly couldn’t, but then I was far below him, hovering on the ground, hoping I could avoid the insects that I knew were there in the darkness by the thousands and ready to eat my flesh.
I remember the hot feeling in my belly—anticipation, I’m sure. While my perpetually wet pussy was cooled by the night air, inside it throbbed with one ferocious need to cum. I felt lowly, like a beast, a nothing, a squandered woman who’s only task was to pleasure men with my animal assets. I thrived in the woods as the humbled female, despite the hundred discomforts that made the journey a torture in itself. This was my dream come true.
We came to a clearing where the moon shone down and I could actually see. I’m sure it was within yards of the cabin, but to me, it seemed like miles away. In the middle of the clearing there stood a post that had been hammered into the ground. It looked strong and secure, something to lean on, to absorb the blows of my beating like a dungeon cross or whipping post.
Jud pulled me up and chained me to the thick column, anchoring my waist, my ankles and my head. My hands could barely touch as they were wrapped around the thing and were tied together tightly. I was hanging on for dear life. I liked the feel of the wood, different from dungeon furniture with its slick, smooth surfaces. This was rough and as fragrant as the woods, with an aroma I could smell like wine and desired to taste. The surface scratched my pussy and I loved that too, while thinking the stimulation might be enough to rouse a spontaneous orgasm from my fettered body.
Jud came on strong with the fiery talons of a braided cat—this man was not some simple novice practicing his craft. Had I assumed he was? Did I think that Benjamin would give me over to an apprentice master? I’m not sure. I wonder if I expected all the sexual masters of the world to look like the aristocratically handsome Locksley and move with Benjamin’s easy masculinity. Jud wasn’t like either of them, but he certainly knew what he was doing. He came on strong but not without finesse. He said he’d beat me and did just as I expected he wouldn’t be capable of doing. He took me to the peak of my awareness, to the split ends of my tolerance where I think I screamed at the top of my lungs—though I might have just been dreaming—then he brought me back and coddled me with pleasure, with the falls of the cat slowly drawn over my face. I could smell the leather and the sting was subdued enough to feel like fingers gliding softly, menacingly over my skin. I gulped down the pleasure letting it explode inside my sexual body and prepared myself for another rising feast of pain.
That came on like a rifle shot, blow after miserable blow from the cat, until I know I was screaming out loud. Then briefly he changed to a single tail and worked my fiery ass cheeks and my wounded shoulders until I suspected they might be bleeding—although I learned later that they weren’t at all.
The beating over, Jud unchained me, shoved me to the earth where I again crawled like a beaten, subdued beast back to the cabin. My cage had been put in a shed that was attached to the one room building. The floor was dirt, not wood, and the walls looked termite infested.
“You need to pee?” he asked.
/> I thankfully remembered to nod my head, not speak.
“Use the bucket,” he said and pointed to the one in the corner.
My humiliation only expanded as I once more did my personal business in front the man. When I was finished, Jud opened the cage door and pushed a blanket inside with me. The water bottle was left outside and beyond my reach. I think it was an oversight, but it left me feeling deprived and longing until I fell into a restless sleep. That was my first night.
***
There’s no comfort sleeping in a cage, so I find myself perpetually tired. And now, the demands of my boot camp training have become enormous. At first it seemed so easy to languidly move from one sexual episode, or one rigorous punishment to another. The between times were empty minutes or hours when I could recuperate and prepare myself for more.
The morning of my second day Benjamin was there waking me by rattling the cage. Once he opened the door, I wearily crawled from the tight space, feeling happy to give my limbs some freedom of movement—a good morning jog would have felt even better. Regardless, I crawled as I was instructed and moved directly to his crotch where my master used my mouth to satisfy his morning erection. This put him in the perfect mood for venting his sadistic pleasure, which came in the form of an animated thrashing while I teetered precariously atop a stool.
The seat of the stool was only about a foot square, and I was forced to keep my hands and knees balanced on the tiny area, and not fall off while Benjamin gave my behind a hard flogging. From the corner of my eye, I thought I saw him laughing at my predicament, but just to prove to him that I could do it, I dug in with all my might and hung on. Sadly, all that hanging on made it impossible for me to experience any pleasure in the beating. Normally not a problem for a little pain-slut like me, but it takes some initial concentration on my part, which was impossible with all my attention focused on not falling off. By the time Benjamin finished, my skin was sore and burned and I wanted to scream.
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