Chapter Eight: Pleasure
The next morning, Richard woke Rose with a blast of cold water from the
water hose. She had been lying on the dirt floor of her dog cage shivering
gently. It was early June, but the air in the early morning was still cool. She
inadvertently shrieked and immediately came awake and pressed her back
completely against the chain link fencing of the back of the cage.
"Come here, Rose." Richard commanded, holding open the cage door. Rose
looked about sleepily and noticed it was still very early in the morning. The
sun had only just come up, it seemed. She wondered why Richard had woken her so
early.
She moved forward to the open door and out. She stood and waited for his
command. He instructed her to move away from the cage so he could have her wash
and shave. She complied at once and, even though the water and the air were
chilled, she stood with a bar of soap in her hands and washed in the middle of
the driveway. Once she was finished washing, she was instructed to shave. Rose
knew this meant everything from legs to pussy to armpits to head. Again, as
Richard directed the flow of water as needed, Rose shaved herself as thoroughly
as possible.
Once she was finished, Richard gave her a towel and instructed her to
dry off and get breakfast started. She had to pee very badly, but knew better
than to ask to go right now. She knew by now that he would take her out after
breakfast was finished. As she dried herself, she watched him walk around the
cabin to the outhouse. She knew that, had this been less than a month ago, she
would have bolted down the driveway and tried to escape. However, she had
learned her lesson about that sort of thing. She honestly did not want to find
out what Richard meant when he said she didn't want three strikes against her.
She walked into the cabin and began preparing breakfast as she had been
told to do. While she was cooking, she noticed Richard moving about outside. He
had the large pot he used to heat bath water and it seemed he was making a fire.
Once he had the fire started, he filled the pot and set it over the blaze. When
he stepped into the cabin, having finished his task, Rose had breakfast prepared
and waiting for him. His plate was on the table, along with a napkin, fork and a
glass of orange juice. Her plate was on the floor with only a glass of water to
accompany it. Richard smiled at her and told her she had done very well. He did,
however, take her glass of water and pour it into the sink. He poured her a
glass of orange juice as well and told her to drink that with her breakfast
instead. She had no idea why he was giving her the extra treat, but she wasn't
complaining. Maybe he was concerned about her getting sick now that the air
outside was getting chillier.
Once breakfast was finished and the dishes cleaned, Richard sat down on
the hearth of the fireplace and had Rose kneel in front of him. He told her that
he wanted to speak to her about something important. She immediately knelt in
the place before him that he had indicated. There wasn't any fire going in the
fireplace, but the cabin was still fairly warm from the cooking of breakfast.
The air still smelled of sausages, too, and toast. It was a nice and homely
smell and it made Rose smile on the inside.
"Rose," Richard said, looking her in the eyes. She regarded him
curiously. "I think you have been doing very well these last couple of weeks. I
really feel you have begun to learn your place here. I want to give you a
reward."
"Yes sir." Rose beamed, brimming with curiosity, she asked, "May I ask
what it is, sir?"
"Well, first off, I'm going to give you a bath." Richard started.
Rose almost yelped with pleasure. "Oh, thank you, Richard. Thank you so
much."
"I'm not finished." He said.
"Sorry." She replied and lapsed into an excited silence.
"I also need to make a run into town to pick up groceries." He watched
her very closely. "I want to take you with me."
Rose was shocked. He wanted to take her to town? Many thoughts buzzed
through her head all at once. She though of the trust involved for him to even
consider letting her do something like that. She thought of how easily it would
be for her to make a scene and get him into trouble. She thought of actually
getting to meet people again and interact with the world again. Mostly, though,
she though of how much he must trust her to even think of letting her go into
town with him. She would know where the nearest town was now. She would know how
to escape if she ever tried to run away again. He was placing a lot of faith in
her and she knew it.
"It's sort of a test, really." Richard said. "I want to see how you will
do in a public setting. Don't get me wrong, if you make a scene, I will have to
tell people you are sick with cancer and the medications make you delirious
sometimes."
That was clever, Rose thought. Her bald head would make that a
convincing argument. Also, her thinness, even though she had put on some weight,
would lend itself to a belief that she might be ill.
"I really want you to do well at this, Rose." Richard was saying. "I
want to know that I can trust you and not have to worry about you trying to
escape again or cause a scene and get me into trouble. Well, you could try to at
least. I doubt you would, though."
Rose swallowed and said, "I will try and do my best, sir."
"Good. That's all I ask of you, Rose." He stood up, clipping the leash
to her collar. "Now, let's go have a bath, shall we?"
"Absolutely!" She exclaimed without hesitation.
This was a dream. She knew it had to be. Richard was going to let her
have a bath and then take her into town with him? It was too good to be true.
She was being rewarded for being a good girl. Her efforts were finally beginning
to pay off. Still, the truth be told, she didn't want to try to escape. She
didn't want to try to get him into trouble. Those thoughts had all but vanished
from her mind. She knew how painful her life would become if she failed. She
knew things could be so much worse and she was finally starting to do good for
herself.
She wondered what the town was like. She wondered if the people were
nice. She wondered what people would think of her. Her bald head was bound to
draw some attention that was for sure. What would she wear? As far as she knew,
she didn't have any clothing. She had to try to remember to ask Richard about
that.
As she was thinking, Richard had brought her out to the outhouse and
tied her leash to a towel rack. He had then gone and fetched the pot of water
and dumped it into the tub, running enough cold water to make it comfortable for
her to enter. When he was finished, he unclipped the leash from her collar and
beckoned her to undress him. She did so with much relish. She removed his boots
and socks, then his shirt and finally his jeans and underpants. She was even so
bold as to slide her tongue over his cock as she knelt before him after removing
his undergarment.
"Alright," He said. "Let's get washed up first. There's plenty of time
for that sort of thing later."
"Yes sir." She said and eagerly climbed into the tub after Richard.
The water felt so good! She was instantly in heaven. She felt like she
had a layer of filth on her that would not come off, but this was making her
feel so much better. She lathered a cloth with soap and presently washed her
face and bald head. She washed her arms and armpits. She washed her body, her
pussy, her ass and her legs and feet. She even got in between each of her toes
and behind her ears. When she was finished, she felt so much better. More human,
if that made any sense at all.
She noticed that Richard was regarding her with interest as she washed
herself. He had a small smile on his lips and seemed mildly amused about
something.
"What is it?" She asked.
"Nothing. I was just watching the look on your face as you washed off.
You looked like you were about to have an orgasm or something."
"I think I was." She replied. "I feel so much better now. I don't feel
dirty anymore. I don't feel like I stink anymore. I feel, well, almost human
again, if that makes any sense at all."
Richard's smile faltered a bit. Rose noticed and wondered if she had
said something wrong. Before she could ask, though, Richard ordered her to wash
him off. She did so just as thoroughly as she had done herself. She paid special
attention to his cock, noticing how he moved involuntarily as she ran the
washcloth over it.
When she was finished washing him, they got out of the tub, draining it
as they dried off. Richard got dressed and leashed Rose again. He walked her
back to the cabin, but she stopped him along the way. She noted that, in her
excitement, she had forgotten that she had to pee. Richard wished she had told
him before they got into the tub. He really didn't want her dirtying herself up
again. He walked her back to the outhouse and let her use the toilet there and
even let her use toilet paper when she was finished. She felt so privileged. She
made sure to thank him most graciously.
He led her into the cabin and had her sit on the hearth while he
rummaged under the bed for something. He pulled out a smallish box and handed it
to her. There was a ribbon. She looked at him curiously.
"Something I have been saving for you, if you were good." Richard
explained. "Open it."
She pulled off the ribbon and opened the box. Inside was a beautiful
pink sundress. It was simple, but nice. She looked at him and tears almost came
to her eyes. It was probably the nicest thing he had done for her so far. Her
bottom lip quivered at the thoughtfulness of the gift.
"Well, put it on." Richard said.
Rose stood and slipped the dress over her head. It fell to her mid calf
and was cut in such a way as to accentuate her neckline and shoulders. Her
neckline? Now there was an interesting issue, Richard thought. Her neckline was
currently adorned by a leather dog collar locked on her with a tag proclaiming
his ownership of her. He wasn't sure whether to leave it on or to take it off of
her. He knew that the psychological benefits of leaving it on her were numerous,
but he also knew it would draw a lot of undue attention in the town. He'd need
to think about it for a few moments before he decided what to do.
The sundress looked glorious on Rose. It accentuated her skin and gave
her a certain level of radiance. She stood taller in the dress, knowing Richard
would approve of her.
"Oh! I almost forgot." He said and dug back under the bed for something
else. He handed her another box. Inside this one were pink flats that perfectly
matched the sundress. Rose slipped them on and Richard admired her beauty. She
looked great, he thought.
"Do you like it all?" He asked.
"Oh yes!" She exclaimed. "I love it! It's a perfect dress and the shoes
are very nice. I only wish I had a scarf to wear with this. That would make it
perfect."
A scarf? Richard though incredulously. Of course! Why hadn't he thought
of that? A scarf would go with the outfit he had picked out and hide the collar.
He smiled at her and told her that he would pick one up for her on the way into
town. She smiled back at him brightly.
They walked out of the cabin together and got into his Blazer and drove
off down the dirt driveway to the paved country road and towards town.
A couple of hours later, they arrived in the small town. Richard had
stopped at a discount store just on the outskirts of town to buy Rose a scarf to
match her dress. He was still a little nervous about taking her out in public,
but he was fairly sure his cover story would work if she caused a scene.
It was a good day, though. They made the rounds around town, visiting
the supermarket, the general store and a couple of other places. Richard even
allowed Rose to pick out some clothing for herself, in case he ever let her come
back into town or if he took her back to civilization with him. Well,
civilization, as in people that he and she knew.
For her part, Rose did very well. She was well-behaved, she minded her
manners and she even carried on detailed conversations with the locals about the
most mundane of subjects. In all his time knowing Rose, Richard didn't think he
had ever heard her express opinions about deep-fried chicken, kite flying or how
wearing the right hat could attract your perfect man. Richard figured if anyone
had tried to have conversations like these with her before he had abducted her,
she would have blown them off as losers and beneath her attention. Yet, here she
was making friends and apparently having a great time. A person or two asked her
about her hair and, as Richard had said, she told them she had some kind of
cancer and was undergoing drug therapy to help her. She even told them herself
that the drugs sometimes made her light-headed and moody. She even went so far
as to make up a story about how she had flown into a rage at Richard one evening
while they were at the movies and gave him a bloody nose. She told the amused
onlooker that the ushers had even escorted her out. All of the locals Rose had
told her story had offered their sympathies and support and wished her well. She
thanked them all just as warmly and told them that she was determined to get
better and how she couldn't have gone this far without Richard's support. It was
all a fantasy, of course, but it was Rose telling it, not him as he had figured
it would be.
???Richard was stunned. Could it be that she was truly starting to forget the
old ways? He had figured it would have taken much, much longer than this to
break her to this point. He had planned to spend the entire winter in the cabin,
if he needed to. Now, it looked like he wouldn't need to after all. Richard was
pleased with Rose's progress. There would definitely be rewards for her tonight
and he knew exactly what to give her.
They had lunch in town, eating at a small family restaurant. Rose
devoured the food as if she was in a fine dining establishment and not a place
with paper napkins and stains on the tablecloths. Rose commented about how
wonderful the food she had was and how she never ate at places like this back in
the city, because she was always watching her figure. To be sure, Rose had eaten
a plate of chicken fried steak, mashed potatoes and gravy, whole kernel corn and
a dessert order of strawberry rhubarb pie before she was finished. Rose smiled
and talked excitedly about the trip into town with Richard the whole time they
were eating. She even made polite conversation with the waitress about how good
the chicken fried steak was and how amazing the pie tasted.
Eventually, though, it was time for them to return to the cabin. They
had loaded the last of their packages and then themselves into the vehicle and
headed out of town toward the cabin.
Rose was still excited as they left the town. She talked to Richard as
they drove down the country road. She told Richard about how different the town
had been from the city and how her experiences the last few days had prepared
her better for these sorts of things. She said that she was really enjoying
herself and she hoped he would take her with him if he went back to town in the
future. He reminded her that her returning to town with him depended wholly on
her attitude and how behaved she was. She informed him sternly that she would
behave just so she could have some more of that chicken fried steak and pie. He
got a chuckle out of her mocking sternness.
Rose seemed genuinely happy. She even seemed happy as they pulled back
into the driveway of the cabin, while they were unloading the supplies and
unpacking everything into its place and even as Richard ordered her out of her
dress and shoes and scarf. She liked the dress, he knew, but her experiences
today had made her a little lighter of spirit and she didn't mind being a naked
slut girl for Richard's amusement. She was his possession after all and if
Richard saw fit for her to be naked, then she would be naked for him.
Later that night, Richard gave Rose her reward for being so well-behaved
in town. As her reward she was slowly molested over a period of several hours.
She was brought to orgasm after orgasm in various ways. Richard gave her oral
pleasures, bringing her to multiple orgasms in this way before plunging his rock
hard cock into her tight, dripping and open pussy and giving her even more
orgasms.
Richard decided that tonight would be the night to break in Rose's
virgin asshole. After the mind-boggling number of orgasms she had, he doubted he
would have much trouble getting her to enjoy anal sex. Richard pulled her to her
hands and knees on the small bed before him and reached up on the shelf over the
bed and retrieved a small bottle of lubricant he'd brought with him. He covered
his cock with the lubricant and smeared the remainder against her asshole and up
the crack of her ass. Rose gasped and suddenly seemed to realize what Richard
was going to do. However she made no move to try and pull away from him or to
resist him in any way. If he wanted her tight, virgin asshole, he would have it
one way or the other and Rose would much prefer the pleasant, pleasurable way to
the forceful, greatly painful way. Besides, given how he'd been making her feel
all night long, she doubted it would be so unpleasant. She was still dripping
wet and panting with desire from all the use she had gotten.
"Okay, Rose." Richard said, "I want you to relax and concentrate on your
breathing. Just breathe in and out slowly. You're going to feel the head of my
cock press against your asshole, then go into it. It might hurt some, but if you
stay relaxed, it won't be too unpleasant. I'll work it in slowly, so it doesn't
hurt much. Alright?"
"Alright," Rose panted.
Richard guided his hardened cock between her ass cheeks, pushing the
head of his cock against her tight asshole. He pushed gently with his hips and
felt the head barely push against the tight muscle there.
"Remember, Rose, just relax." Richard said.
Rose was pretty relaxed already. She was, in fact, enjoying the feeling
of his cock against her tight asshole. She could feel it pushing against the
tender, unused skin there and didn't think it felt too badly at all. She felt
him push his hips again and felt the head of his cock push past the outside of
her sphincter. She expected it to hurt, but to her astonishment, it felt very,
very good. She gasped aloud as Richard pushed again and the head of his cock
sank into her asshole.
"Are you okay, Rose?" Richard asked; his voice was laced with concern.
"Oh god, Richard. It feels so fucking good. It doesn't hurt at all."
Rose said in obvious ecstasy. "Give me more, please."
"Alright, but I'm still going to take it easy. I don't want this to hurt
at all." Richard said, placing his hands on her hips to hold her still. She had
begun to wiggle in her excitement.
"Well, it doesn't yet," She said. "It feels fucking incredible."
Richard smiled and started pushing his hips again. His cock was sliding
easily into her tight asshole and she was panting like a wanton whore all the
while. Finally, his trimmed pubic hair was pushed flush against the skin of her
ass and his entire cock was buried in her ass. Rose had cum when she felt his
entire cock inside her, he knew. She was still shuddering softly from the
orgasm.
"Now, I'm going to fuck your asshole until I cum. Do you understand,
Rose?" Richard asked.
"Yes, I understand." She replied and readied herself for more orgasms.
Richard drew the length of his cock almost entirely out of her asshole
before shoving it roughly all the way back in again. Rose's head instantly came
up in attention and her mouth hung wide open and she gave a loud gasp. Richard
stopped again, but she assured him she was okay and told him not to stop until
he had cum, no matter what. Richard assented and pulled his cock all the way out
of her body before forcefully sliding it all the way back into her asshole
again. Rose panted again like a bitch dog in heat. Richard took firm grip of her
hips and began to drive his cock in and out of her tight, virgin asshole. His
hips slapped against her ass loudly as he rammed her from behind. Rose was in
sheer Utopia. She had never felt anything so good. She came so many times in
just the first few moments; she thought she was going to pass out or vomit or
both. Richard was merciless with his cock, though. He continued to plough her
tight asshole and never let up, causing her untold waves of unknown pleasures.
Richard pulled his cock out of her ass and roughly turned her over on
her back so she was looking up into his face. He put her legs over his shoulders
so that she was completely exposed to him and so that her asshole was opened
widely for his rock hard cock. He buried his cock to the hilt in her asshole and
Rose cried out in pleasure. He was so deep in her that she knew he must be
pummelling her bowels. She didn't care, though. This was the best thing she had
ever felt. The more Richard fucked her asshole and the harder he ground his cock
into her, the more she came and the more she wanted it. Gone was the notion that
Richard was her kidnapper. Gone was the idea that he was just some freaky high
school geek. Gone was any thought of her escape. All that existed was this
moment and her will to please him. She wanted him to fuck her asshole forever
and she would give herself to him willingly if he would do it. She looked into
his face. His teeth were clenched, his jaw set. Beads of sweat were dripping
from his forehead and nose. Still he ground into her. His cock was a pile driver
and her asshole was the soft, pliable earth into which that big pole was being
driven. She came again and again, her mind whirling in ecstasy.
Suddenly, Richard clenched his jaw shut and his muscles went rigid. She
knew he was cumming. She was so happy that she could bring him this much
pleasure. She loved him and she loved his cock leaping deep within her bowels,
emptying its seed into her. She felt it. She felt his hard cock pumping his cum
into her asshole. It felt like hot, molten gold to her. She wanted more. She
couldn't get enough of it. Before she knew it, though, his cock was being pulled
from her asshole and Richard took her by the back of her head. He pushed his
cock into her mouth and made her suck his cum off it. She didn't care. She was
so enthralled by this new feeling that having his cock anywhere inside her right
now was sheer bliss. She sucked cum and shit off his cock and licked her lips
and smiled at him when she finished doing it. She had a wild glint in her eye
and Richard could easily see that she wanted more. That was fine with him. He
liked leaving her wanting. As long as she was a little frustrated, she would be
easier to handle, he knew. Not that he figured there was much of the old Rose
left in her anymore. The trip to town had pretty much convinced him that her
spirit was broken and the former bitch that she was had become a forgotten
memory.
Rose was licking the lube and cum from his balls when he noticed
something. There wasn't just cum and lube and shit on his balls and on her
tongue, but blood, too. He had busted her open. He needed to get her cleaned up
right away, he knew, but he let her finish her self-appointed task before he
stopped her.
"That's enough, Rose." He said, pulling her mouth away from him. "We
need to get you cleaned off. You're bleeding."
"I am?" She asked. "Where?"
"Your asshole is torn a little, I think." He said. "It's not serious,
but we do need to clean it off."
"Okay." She said, taking it all very much into stride.
Rather than take her to the outhouse and use cold tap water from the
bath, Richard heated a pot of water on the stove and dipped a washcloth into it.
He washed her asshole with warm water, noting that the blood wasn't flowing
badly. It was just from a small tear and not serious. She'd be fine, but sore in
the morning.
After she was cleaned off, he allowed her to sleep with him that night.
He told her that the next day would be harder for her. He wanted her to do
things that would challenge her. Some of them wouldn't be very pleasant, but he
knew she could do them. Rose agreed and assured him that she would do her very
best to do anything he wanted of her. Richard smiled against Rose's shoulder as
he fell asleep with his arm wrapped around her waist.
Rose smiled, too, as she drifted off to sleep. She felt totally safe
lying next to him and feeling his arm around her and her ankle tied to the foot
of the bed. It felt so natural to her that she couldn't believe that she'd ever
been anywhere else. She could feel her heartbeat throbbing in her asshole, but
that only made her smile more widely. It made her feel content. She almost
couldn't believe that she'd never experienced the pleasures that kind of sex
could bring, but she knew very well that the Rose she once was would never let a
man near her asshole. She had to admit that she had a lot of reasons to be
grateful to Richard. Yes, sometimes the lessons were painful, but for the most
part, this had been a wonderful experience for her.
She wondered what he had in mind for her tomorrow. As she fell asleep,
she remembered thinking to herself that it didn't matter what it was, she would
do it. She would do it, just because he wanted her to do it.
