Chapter 2

She woke up to the sound of somebody moving in the room. She didn't remember going to sleep; she was doing a lot of sleeping these days. She turned her head to the sounds of somebody moving pans in the kitchen. She watched a man of average height and build scramble eggs in a skillet on the stove. The room filled with the heavenly smell of the eggs but there was another smell mixed in with that; she struggled to place what that wonderful scent was, until she realized it was bacon. My God she was hungry. She tried to compose herself a bit. She was naked, there was nothing she could do about that, she put it from her mind and thought that the fact that she was hungry took priority over her nudity.

"Hello," she tried to sound natural as she spoke, even though she thought that her voice sounded strange to her own ears. It had been a long time since she had used it for fear of the shocks from the floor. "When did you get home?"

The man turned to her and answered kindly, "I've been here all the time girl."

"Why are you doing this to me? I've never done anything to you. Why are you taking my life from me?" Ruth Ann asked the question in a soft and reasonable voice, all the time she was suppressing her heart's desire to scream at this prick to let her go.

The man made no reply as he scraped the eggs onto a plate and sat down to eat with no regard for her at all.

She watched a full fork of food as it traveled to the man's mouth. She could almost taste it as she watched the man's teeth bite into the food. She envied him as he chewed and swallowed the food, chasing it with a big drink of coffee, a smell she hadn't noticed until now.

The man turned to her. "You like the soup?"

Ruth Ann was surprised by the question and for a minute didn't answer.

Finally she asked, "Why, are you offering me some sort of choice in the matter?"

"Yes, I am." He said it with a certain kindness, like he might understand how hard it was to eat the same thing until it lost all semblance of taste, becoming a texture rather than a flavor to you. How a person began to yearn for a change, anything a little different than the normal became a thrill.

"I would like some of them eggs if you're offering to share." Ruth Ann was hopeful that he would see how submissive she was acting and reward her by giving her a taste of those wonderful eggs.

"No that's not in the cards now, but I can give you chicken, beef, or tomato on the soup."

The man watched her as she mulled this offer over in her mind.

She wanted the eggs but it seemed that he wasn't going to share. Should she settle so easily for a different flavor soup? Then again she surely was tired of chicken soup.

"Why won't you cook some more eggs for me? It wouldn't take long, and I would be grateful."

Ruth Ann was ashamed of herself as she heard the words leave her mouth. Grateful? She would be grateful to this asshole that had wrecked her life for his selfish ends? She regained control enough to keep silent while she waited for his answer.

In answer to her question the man reached over the cage and flipped a switch. Seconds later the shocks started to hit her. She grabbed the sidebars and braced her feet against the other end and lifted her body clear of the floor. The shocks stopped. She could see the studs as they waited for her strength to drain from her arms and legs. She turned to the man. He had sat back down in his chair and was finishing his breakfast. He watched silently as she battled with all her strength to stay away from the floor. She watched the indifference in his eyes as she slowly weakened.

In the end she felt herself slipping down with her hands. She refused to beg the man for help, even if he would, which she doubted. Unable to grip hard enough to stop her slide, she braced herself for the shock. It still hit her hard. She tried to hoist herself up off the floor but her muscles were gone. She lay there in her pain on the floor jerking and convulsing to the current. She tried not to give the asshole the pleasure of hearing her scream but she couldn't help herself. She screamed and cried as she twitched and hurt until darkness claimed her once more.

When she came to, she was alone again. She was a little unsure that it had happened; could it have been a dream? There was no sign the man had ever been here because everything was back where it belonged. She crawled over to the cock and got a drink of water. She stayed for soup and after bobbing her head on the cock she was rewarded with a new taste. Tomato soup was pouring into her swallowing mouth. And it was so fucking good. She sucked soup until the flow stopped three times, licking her lips as she drew her face back from the cock.

So, the man had been here and the man even though he had punished her for trying to get his eggs had given her something anyway. It was a small thing but she felt she owed him something for his concern.

She went back to the cock and started to bob her head against the switches at its base once more. That fucking soup was good.

James was returning from the mailbox with a letter in his hand. He had been waiting for this letter for sometime now and was anxious to read what it had to say to him. He poured a cup of coffee and sat down at the table, slitting the envelope with a steak knife as he did. The letter was from one of those labs that will check your blood for Aids and get back to you privately with the results. James had sent one of the vials of Rat's blood to see if she was clean of disease. It seemed that the young woman had been taking care of herself and checked clean and clear of all the areas checked by the lab. She had no HIV and no signs of any of the other twelve sicknesses checked for.

James breathed a sigh of relief. He had been worried about what to do if the report came back dirty. Kill her and get another specimen, or try to set her free in a way that she could not get back to him. He was not sure that the latter was even possible and was relieved when he didn't have to consider that option any longer. He thought that Rat was making progress. She took her food and water from the cock without any prompting from him and was now trying to keep her cage clean. She seemed to be a fast learner and was adapting to her new conditions pretty well. She was in for a few rewards and he was looking forward to giving them to her. It hurt him to admit that she still had two hard weeks to do before he could really make her life any better over all. Like letting her free from the cage, giving her the run of the apartment was the first step in turning her loose.

He filed the letter in the folder named RAT and closed the file cabinet. He flipped the remote to 069 and watched as Rat squatted before the cock, head bobbing up and down as she worked the switches. She really liked tomato it seemed; he would have to get the two of them some good Italian food one day for supper. She looked so sexy as she worked for her supper, for all the world as if she was working a glory hole somewhere. James thought that she was ready for the next step. He would start her off tonight and see how she did. James sipped his coffee and stroked his dick through his pants as he watched.

Abruptly James stopped stroking his dick and stood up; finishing his coffee in a single long slug he replaced the cup in the dishwasher. Anyone watching the man would have thought that something terrible had just happened to him. But in truth he had only recognized his own weakness in wanting to speed the training up. He had to make himself wait. She needed the time between steps to adjust to her new situation. She had to adjust to being a captive, then to a prisoner, then to a pet, after that the sky was the limit. She could become a wife, or not; marriage didn't matter because she would be in love with and dependent on him. He would have won her heart and mind. She would be his by her own consent. Best of all, she would be happy.

James walked down to the kennels; working with the dogs was something that relaxed him seemingly at the same time as it excited him. Sort of like taking a hit of speed and chasing it with a fat joint. You got the energy and zest for doing shit but at the same time you enjoyed this incredibly mellowed out feeling, like the afterglow of sex. James lived for his dogs, the love for them more than matching the love they felt toward their leader.

He wondered if Rat would have a fear of the dogs and he hoped not.

'Another something to worry over, ' he thought.

James put all the dogs in their feeding crates and started to clean their runs. When he had finished he took the dogs, one at a time, for a twenty-minute walk and then did five minutes of bite work with a sleeve. By the time he had worked his way through the twelve dogs he was very tired and ready for a hot shower. Through it all, his mind stayed glued to Rat, wondering what she was doing, what she was thinking, was she changing the way he had hoped she would. This woman he had barely met and only spoken a few words to had captured his imagination. He couldn't shake her from his thinking. It was almost like he was asking his Mary when he wondered aloud, "Could I be in love?"

He knew in his heart that he might be making a bad decision but he determined to do it anyway. James was going to talk to his girl.

Ruth Ann was awake this time when the elevator started to hum, it was around the corner so she couldn't see it but she heard well enough to know what it was. Her eyes were sighted on the point where the man would come into view as if she were a sniper's scope. Her nakedness had ceased to be a concern, since she had gotten quite used to it now. Ruth Ann's stare was hard and direct as she waited for the man to come to her.

James stepped off the elevator taking the two steps to where he could see her.

"Hi, how we doing today?" he asked.

Ruth Ann disregarded the thousand better answers and replied, "Too soon to tell."

James sat down at the table and threw her the first of several bones he had for her. "I could use a cup of coffee, how about you?"

Ruth Ann watched quietly as the man set about the task of making the coffee, when the machine was spitting the dark brew out into the pot below he turned back to her.

"How do you take yours?" politely, like a waiter in a fine restaurant.

Ruth Ann thought, 'What the hell.'

"Two sugars and cream."

James poured the two cups, came to the chair closest to the cage and handed Rat her cup, watching her eyes as she noticed the cup had been made so it would fit between the bars.

Ruth Ann took the cup hardly believing it was happening but the cup of hot coffee was proof to the contrary. She took a drink, almost burning her tongue as she slurped the hot sweet brew. Beyond a doubt the best coffee she had ever drunk. She lowered the cup enough to peer over the rim at the man who held her here. He was sitting there as pretty as you please with this happy look on his face. That's when she became painfully aware of her nudity, sure that it was her body that was fueling that fucking happy look. There was nothing she could do about it so she tried to ignore the urge to cover up. She took another sip of the delicious hot coffee, her arm brushing against her little nipple. In spite of herself she could feel her nipples as they winkled up and became hard and erect. Ruth Ann hid behind her cup again, embarrassed and ashamed that her body would react in such a way.

As she drank the last of the coffee and reluctantly lowered her cup to face her captor she heard him say, "There are a few things that you should know. The first one being that I will be down here with you for the next month. My name is James; that's my real name so don' t feel funny about using it. Another thing, get used to me seeing you naked. I'll see you when you shit and piss as well as when you play with yourself. You are mine, and I like to see you naked. You are very beautiful, I like to see you."

The man paused for a beat and then continued.

"Starting tonight the feeding cock will grow a half inch with each use, a full inch if you don't do a good job. However you will have a chance to get food from other sources. Your life has been very dull up to this point but that's about to change forever. You were chosen because you are beautiful and because I wanted you. I wanted you enough to risk death itself to have you. Do not think that I would hesitate to hurt you if you try to stand in my way. I want you to be happy. It's up to you how painful of a journey you face before you get there with me. But understand this, you are going to do what I say and with all the energy the task calls for. Like everything else in life, 'you get out of it, what you put into it'. Work with me and I promise to bring you the best sex and hardest orgasms you have ever dreamed of. Fight me and I will make you cum from the pain I can give you. You are mine for one complete year and I mean to enjoy you. If at the end of that year you don't want to stay with me any longer you will be free to go, and you will take thirty thousand dollars with you when you leave."

The man was reaching his hand toward the cage. Ruth Ann jumped back but he was only after the empty cup.

"Would you like another?" He asked.

This was a lot of shit happening at one time but Ruth Ann did want another cup and told him so.

"Yes."

Armed with a fresh cup of coffee Ruth Ann faced her captor.

"You don't seem to be that much of an oddball that you would need to do something like this to get a woman."

She sipped.

"I mean you have spent a lot of time and money to set this all up and make it work not to mention the risk you take to kidnap somebody. That's a federal crime, and that means the fucking FBI. So, why do you do it instead of just meeting a girl the old fashioned way?" she asked.

James laughed, "Well in a very real way that is just what we are doing now. I'm meeting you in an old fashioned way. I don't have your father here to give you to me so I am going to have to let you make your own decision on that, but I feel we are courting right now."

Ruth Ann was angry. "Well it ain't no fucking courtship to strip a person naked and lock them in a cage for a fucking month, making them suck everything they eat or drink through a fake cock. That ain't no fucking courtship that I ever heard of. That, you fucking idiot, is rape and abduction. It ain't courtship!"

James watched as Rat braced herself for the shock she was sure was coming. He was going to answer her with words until she flung the coffee through the bars and got him soaked. He reached into his pocket and produced a remote control, which he placed on the table.

Ruth Ann was looking right in his eyes as he reached over and very deliberately pushed a button. She knew what was coming and was pulling her body free from the floor almost before the studs could rise up. She glared at her tormentor, hating him for putting her here. She felt ridiculous hanging like a fucking monkey, safe for the moment but knowing she was going to fall and pay a heavy price for her outburst. She hung like a heavy sack limp and low in the middle, her ass just clearing the studs in the floor. Her eyes never left his as he reached for another button. She flinched when he pressed it but after a moment the stereo came on and she realized what he had pushed. Now she was fighting her battle of delay to the sound of Billy Idol's "White Wedding." Once again her muscles were stinging, her legs starting to burn with their exertions. She knew she couldn't last much longer. Goddamn him she thought as she felt her ass sink lower, a little closer to those damn studs.

The first shocks hit her when she touched her ass to four of the studs. She jerked her midsection higher but only by letting her shoulders fall lower to the point they were only a hand's thickness away from the horrible floor. She knew that she was being watched and hated the thought of some asshole getting off on her fear and pain. She couldn't think of it now, she had to give all her attention now to keeping her ass off the floor. Ruth Ann's eyes were glued to the clock and her heart nearly stopped when after a full minute had passed the studs were still up. She was in a cold sweat when the second minute had passed, her arms and legs hurting so bad from the strain of her position. She had suffered several shocks that had hurt her making her almost lose her grip on the sidebars, but she held on. Three minutes and her ass was painfully shocked forcing her to thrust upward as far as she could. She fought the cage with all her strength, with all her heart.

James drank his coffee and watched as Rat danced her grim yet athletic version of the horizontal bop. He was truly impressed how long it took before she finally slid down the bars and met the current. She screamed and flopped and wiggled around on the floor until she couldn't stand it any more and passed out. She lay there stunned, her body still twitching with the jolts of current looking like bullets hitting a corpse, until it stopped.

When Ruth Ann became aware again James was eating something sitting at the table, watching an old episode of Stargate. She said nothing as she gathered herself together; she was so sore all over, either from straining to hold her body off the floor or from the electricity making her muscles spasm that she could hardly move. She wanted a drink of water but she didn't want to suck that hateful thing while somebody could see her. In the end her dry mouth drove her to squat before the damn thing one more time. As she slipped her mouth over the cock she realized that the man, James, had already made the damn thing get bigger. She had more trouble reaching the switches this time but she did get the water and felt much better, until she felt the cock grow inside her mouth. She drank until the flow stopped and pulled away, the damn thing looked bigger now too. Ruth Ann determined that she should get what she could now before the thing grew any more. She stretched her lips over the bigger cock and sank to the bottom of the shaft. The head was in the back of her throat as she worked the switches by bobbing her head. The warm soup started to flow, filling her belly with its soothing warmth. She sucked until it stopped and she felt it jab into her throat as it grew another half inch. She was doubtful if she could get back to the bottom of the shaft and still work the switches now. She gave it a try, all but having forgotten about James watching her.