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The fish had not been very cooperative that day, but then, catching fish isn't really the point of fishing for me. I was heading back through the woods to my house, when Caesar and Czar took off like bats out of hell. From the way they fled silently between the trees, I knew there was someone on my property who shouldn't have been.

When I go far from the house in these woods, I carry a Super Blackhawk in a belt holster. A.44 Magnum is a bit heavy for use on humans, especially in an urban environment - Dirty Harry notwithstanding - but in these woods it's got the stopping power I'd need for most of the critters I'm likely to encounter.

I prefer the single action because it means I have to think about what I'm doing when I fire it. I can't just pull it out and idly snap the trigger. A friend had blown a hole in his widescreen TV doing that with a Smith & Wesson, once. It would have been a good lesson, cheaply learned, had his five year old son not been between the piece and the TV at the time.

I automatically checked that the weapon was free in it's holster, but didn't pull it. Running through the woods with a drawn handgun is a good way to either lose it or have it go off prematurely. As I followed in the direction the dogs had gone, Czar returned, looking very pleased with himself, to lead me to his brother. Since he had felt that Caesar had things well enough under control to leave him alone, I figured I wouldn't need the sidearm, but I still took my time about making myself visible to the intruder. I saw Caesar pacing, on guard, from about thirty yards out, and eased up closer. Taking a cue from where the dog's attention was focused, I did a wide, slow arc to get a better view of the trespasser. As I peered around a tree, I saw a flash of flaming red hair, and thought, at first, that Molly Pierce had come for another visit and wandered away from the house. The dogs know Molly, though (in the biblical sense!) and Caesar was acting more like he had fresh game in sight than familiar pussy.

I finally reached a vantage point from which I thought I'd be able to see who the dogs had treed. Slowly parting a screen of foliage, I saw a tall, slender red-headed woman, wearing nothing but a collar and a pair of three-inch spike heels. Czar had rejoined his brother, and they both seemed to be enjoying the absolute terror they instilled in the girl. She had her back plastered to a tree trunk, and was trembling from head to toe, even though it was rather a warm day.

I checked the surrounding area, just in case the boys had missed something, then silently slipped to within a few feet of the girl before showing myself.

"Who are you," I said, levelly, "and what are you doing - naked - on my property."

She jumped, and then jumped again, with a plaintive squeak, when her sudden movement set the dogs to snarling. "Mr. B-B-Brenneman?"

"Yes."

"Please, sir," she still trembled but her voice settled a bit as her thoughts found something to land on besides the dogs. "I was trying to find your house and got lost! T-the dogs tore off my dress!"

My boys could get playful that way with a pretty girl, so I just smiled.

"Kelly Anne?" I had used the pretty redhead once at a club in Seattle. She was a delightful submissive, but I never expected her to show up in my woods.

"Yes, sir!"

"What brings you all the way out here?"

The freckles on her lightly tanned skin were joined by goosebumps, despite the warmth of the day, as she replied, "I-I was hoping... Well, uh, I uh remembered, uh when you, uh... That is, I, uh had no place to go and, well I uh, hoped you might, well, uh let me, uh stay with you for a little while, Sir?"

"Why aren't you staying with your Master?"

She seemed on the verge of tears as she replied, "I-I don't have a master just now, Sir!"

I studied the trembling girl for a few moments before responding, "We might be able to work something out. Are you on the way to somewhere, or are you looking for a home?"

"I lost my job," she mumbled, "and was going to go stay with my sister in Idaho Falls, but she's in Europe for a couple of weeks, and, well, I hoped you could put me up for a week or so until she gets back, Sir."

"I'll tell you what," I said briskly, "you be my slave for the time you're here, and I'll take you to your sister's in Idaho Falls when she gets back."

Her face brightened, "Oh, Sir! I SO hoped you would let me serve you! I will be the best slave you ever had!"

"Don't be too eager, Little Kelly Slave," I held up a hand in warning, "I will not be easy on you!"

"Oh, please, Sir!" she clasped her hands in front of her, "use me as you see fit!"

"Very well! Let's get you back to the house!"

I removed the backpack that held my broken-down rod and fishing tackle. From one of the pockets, I took a spool of leader line and a two pound weight. I cut a short piece from the spool with my belt knife. Instead of putting the knife back in its sheath, I had Kelly spread her legs, then inserted the knife handle into her semi-lubricated tunnel up to the guard.

"If you drop that, Little Kelly Slave," I warned, "When I put it back it will go in blade first!"

I quickly tied slipknots in each end of the length of line and looped them over each of Kelly's upturned pink nipples, pulling them snug. When the line was secured, I hung the weight from the middle of it. The weight would keep the slipknots from loosening, and provide Kelly's sensitive little nipples with something to think about while she walked.

Before retrieving the knife, I let the bulbous knob on it's butt slide a few times back and forth over Kelly's G-spot, drawing a shiver and a gasp from the red-haired slave.

I cut a longer piece of the leader line and placed the knife back in my belt. Fashioning a loop in one end of the line, I then folded the loop back on itself, creating two smaller loops in a sort of half-cloverleaf shape. These I slipped over each end of the barbell that peeked out from her nest of red pubic hair.

I slipped back into the straps of the backpack, then took the free end of the lower piece of line and wrapped it three or four times around my palm. Without looking back, I set out at a brisk walk toward the house.

Kelly, realizing what would happen to her tender, pierced, little clit if I reached the end of the slack in that line while she stood still, gave a little squeal and did her best to trot after me. How she negotiated the undergrowth, leaves, sticks, and dead logs we encountered, wearing those high heels, I'll never know, but she still had her clitoris when we reached the house. I had made sure that the line would give her a few good jerks on the way, but always kept the tension from getting to the point where it might damage her tender flesh.

I led Kelly Anne to a whipping post I had once used to help a student learn about slavery (see "A House in the Woods - Aisha"). I took the 'leash' from around my hand and tied it to a sixteen penny nail that protruded from the post a little above head height. I used enough tension that if she wanted to rest on those heels of hers, she'd have to stretch her clit about half an inch. I then removed the weight from the line between her tits and hooked the line over the same nail, pulling her close to the post and stretching her pale breasts into upward pointing cones. She hugged the post to keep as much tension off her various body parts as possible, but I noticed an undulating movement at her pelvis as she experimented with the sensations caused by this intimate bondage.

"I want to make sure, Kelly Anne, that you remember to come to the front door when you visit me in the future." As I spoke, I unzipped and lubed myself with some hand lotion from my fishing kit. "To ensure this, I'm going to remind you what the back door is for!"

Her first indication of my intentions came as I spread her cheeks and planted the purple head of my cock in the tiny pink depression of her rectal sphincter. Without giving her time to prepare, I applied a steady pressure and forced my entire length into her colon in one long, smooth stroke. She shrieked in agony as her sphincters stretched to accomodate my girth, but pushed her bottom out to make sure she got all of me.

Since this was a punishment fuck, I didn't give her time to adjust. I ripped my cock all the way out, then slammed back in, driving the pitch of her screams up an octave. I was quick and brutal. Normally I like to take my time and enjoy a good leisurely ass fuck, but this was more for her pain than my pleasure so I didn't hold back. I pounded the tight, gritty velvet orifice hard and fast, occasionally pulling all the way out to punish her sphincter on re-entry. I could tell the pain was exciting her, but the last thing I wanted right then was a sexually satisfied slave, so I drove as far inward as I could, lifting her completely off the ground, and let go. I basted the inside of her lower intestine with my hot cum, and as soon as the last pulse had died, tore my still dripping cock from her sheath.

She moaned and begged me not to stop, but I left her there with my cum running out of her gaping ass and went into the house to wash up and change my pants. When I returned, she was humping the post and jerking at the fishing line that bound her to it, crying her frustration to the woods.

"Stop that!" I swatted her abused ass to emphasize my point. "While you are here with me, you will cum only when I allow it!"

"Tell me, Kelly Anne," I removed any emotion from my tone, "what kind of slave are you? I need an honest answer, because it will determine how I deal with you while you are here."

"I don't understand what you mean, Sir."

"Are you a true slave, who lives only to please your Master," I asked, "or are you a slave because of the sexual gratification you get from playing the role? Think carefully before you answer. I will not tolerate a frivolous response."

She studied the splintered wood of the whipping post for a few minutes. "I-I-I want to be a slave who lives only to please her Master, b-but up to now, I guess I've just been doing it for my own gratification. It just drives me so wild to be punished, that I sometimes do things to invite it."

"In other words," I hardened my voice a little, "you presume to manipulate your Master or Mistress for your own pleasure!"

She cringed against the post, "Y-yes, Sir."

"That doesn't make you a very good slave, by my standards," I said, "but at least you answered the question honestly, so I won't punish you this time. Tell me, Kelly Anne, are you a pain slut? Will you do anything, for anybody, if they hurt you enough?"

"Oh, please, Sir!" she wailed, "Don't make me answer that, please!"

"You MUST answer!" I slammed my open palm against the post beside her head for emphasis.

"Yes, Sir!" She was trembling again. "I'm afraid that I must be a pain slut, Sir. If you had raped my ass a little longer, I would have come just from the pain!"

"How do you feel about sex with animals, Kelly Anne," I asked, "dogs, for instance."

"Oh, please, Sir!" she begged "Don't make me have sex with the dogs! I'm so afraid of them!"

I cocked an eyebrow in her direction but didn't respond directly.

"Here are the rules, Kelly Slave." I started unfastening her from the post. "I am only your temporary Master, so while you are here, you will call me only 'Sir', as you have been doing. While you are under my care, you will respond to me in all other respects as if I WERE your Master. I am not a cruel Master. I will not punish you solely for my pleasure. You will find that I am much more demanding than many, in most respects, and when you displease me, you will find that my punishments WILL NOT give you pleasure. If you have any questions for me, this is your only chance to ask them."

"A-are you going to make the dogs fuck me, sir?" her lower lip trembled.

"No, Little Kelly Slave," I smiled thinly, "you're going to beg me to let them fuck you!"

"Oh, I could never do that, Sir!" she cried.

I just smiled as I released her from the whipping post.

I gave a tug on the fishing line 'leash' and led her inside, through the hidden door in my pantry, and down the stairs to the dungeon.

"The first thing we need to do," I said, jerking the line to her clit for emphasis, "is to get rid of this costume jewelry, and get some real hardware installed."

I bound her, face up, to a broad, padded bench with her arms and legs spread straight out to the sides. She was fairly limber, so the position didn't strain her hip joints too much, though I could see the concentration on her face as she tried not to fight it.

From a recess in the pad below her crotch, I extracted a padded, three-pronged device that looked like nothing so much as an eagle's claw. The lower prong was curved upward and centered between the two upper talons, which curved downward. The claw was attached to a rod that extended down into the bench.

The lower prong I inserted into Kelly's vagina, and placed the upper pair on either side of her labia, extending upward toward her abdomen. When I activated the remote, the upper prongs clamped down on her pubic bone, trapping it against the one in her vagina. The mounting rod stiffened and receded a little, securing Kelly's pelvis immovably to the bench, but leaving her pierced clit exposed in the center of the flattened V of the upper prongs.

With straps already securing her outstretched arms near the shoulder, it only remained for me to place and tighten a strap across her chest, just below the mounds of her breasts. When I was finished, she would have had difficulty moving any part of her torso more than about an eighth of an inch.

I untangled the fishing line from her little golden decoration, and used a pair of diagonal pliers to clip off one end of the barbell. I could have unscrewed the little ball, of course, but the way the dikes deformed the cut end of the bar gave her a little extra jolt when I pulled it out of its hole.

With the area sterilized, I plastered her pubic hair to her labia with sterile jelly, then used a large, curved needle to create a new, larger hole just beneath the buried shaft of her clitoris, near the protruding bud. Kelly's arousal was evident from the copious amounts of fluid leaking out of her tunnel, despite her pitiful cries. I worked the needle around until I thought the hole would serve.

When the hole was ready, I took a thick, stainless steel ring, whose ends were offset from each other, and worked it through the hole, eliciting more painful pleas from my victim. I didn't worry too much about her, since she came at least twice during this procedure. Once the ring was in place, I cleaned the blood and her fluids off of it, and used pliers to align the ends so that they butted tightly together.

I refreshed the gel on her mound and laid an insulating sheet with a hole in the middle over it, so that the top part of the ring protruded. I then jammed a tapered copper rod tightly into the ring so that its sides made good metal-to-metal contact. The bottom of the rod was grooved to prevent damage to Kelly Anne's clit, and there was a small strip of insulating tape on top, just below the split in the ring. The rod acted as a heat sink when, working quickly and using a very hot, fine tipped torch, I welded the ends of the ring together. The copper absorbed most of the heat from the torch, but the bottom of the ring got hot enough to cause Kelly some discomfort.

Putting away the tools I used for this procedure, I leaned over and whispered in her ear, "How are you doing, Little Kelly Slave? Did you enjoy that?"

She rolled her eyes in my direction and hoarsely replied, "That was VERY intense, Sir!"

"I've still to do your breasts," I warned, "do you want some anesthetic, or would you like to receive the unadulerated sensations of my - ministrations?"

"I hate my body for this, Sir," she replied tremulously, "but I don't want the anesthetic."

I had puzzled for a little while over what to do with Kelly Anne's tits. During our session at the club I had discovered how sensitive her nipples were and how much she enjoyed having them played with. Of course, rings would increase that sensitivity for a while, but after a long period of being pulled, twisted, and otherwise manipulated, the rings would likely cause a lessening of that sensitivity. I thought of using spikes, as well, but they too might get in the way of a future Master's or Mistress's recreation.

I put my devious little engineering mind, and my little shop of pleasures to work, and came up with a design I thought might do the trick. I just needed some measurements, a few little snips, a teensy bit of machine work, a little grinding and polishing, and I was ready to go.

Most of these preparations were completed in my shop out back, and I took the dogs with me to keep them from getting any unsanitary ideas about Kelly's immobilized nether regions.

I returned from the shop with a sealed jar of alcohol containing four stainless steel rods, and eight stainless steel balls.

Using a long, straight needle, I created a passage starting and ending just outside the edge of her aureola, on diagonally opposite sides. Taking one of the rods that was flattened in the middle, with a hole through the flat spot, I snapped one of the balls to one end of it. I then forced the other end, the flattened area, and the rest of the rod, into the hole under Kelly's nipple. When it emerged from the other side, to a chorus of cries and moans, I cleaned the blood off and snapped the other ball on, adjusting the rod's position until I was satisfied that the flat spot was centered under the nipple. The design of the rod was such that once the balls were snapped in place, the only way to remove them was to cut them off.

Using another needle, I lined it up and began pushing it through at right angles to the first. When it touched the embedded rod, I felt around with the end of the neeedle until I located the hole at the center of the rod. I continued pushing the needle through the rod and her flesh.

Judging from Kelly's cries, this wasn't amusing her a lot, but the puddle between her legs was growing.

Taking one of the rods that had no hole or flat spot, I attached another ball to one end. The other end, conveniently enough, fit into a recess in the end of the needle. Coupling the ends together, I used the rod to push the needle through, and out the other side, thus threading the second rod through the hole in the first. After cleaning the protruding end of the rod, I snapped a ball onto it, as well. When I had finished, Kelly had four shiny, stainless steel balls apparently attached to the northeast, southeast, southwest, and northwest quadrants of her aureola.

I showed this to her in the mirror and she looked puzzled. It was not unattractive, but she couldn't quite figure out what it was for. I demonstrated by attaching a four-legged cage, each leg of which ended in a small hook. When the hooks were placed around the rods just inside the protruding balls and pulled outward, they snapped into place. Now, in addition to the four balls, Kelly had a shiny cage around her nipple that was eminently tuggable, bindable, or otherwise abusable.

Her eyes went wide as she realized some of the potential. A slight inward push while holding the ends of one of the rods, and the cage unsnapped.

(AUTHOR'S NOTE/WARNING: I have been chided by more than one reader for not making my FANTASIES more realistic. In this particular case I think it might be important to at least be VERY clear about the fact that this is FANTASY. I have no idea if piercings like these can be done without serious damage to the delicate glands and ducts of the breast. Furthermore, my characters tend to make use of their hardware almost immediately after installation to keep the story moving. In real life, I'm given to understand that the waiting period for most piercings to heal is 6-8 weeks, so if you want body modification, consult a reputable professional - NOT a FANTASY writer! Now back to our regularly scheduled perversion... )

Kelly continued to serenade me with her tortured shrieks as I installed an identical contraption in her other breast, and by the time I had finished, she lay in a stupor, having cum so many times that the puddle had become a stream running off the end of the bench.

I brushed a sweat-soaked strand of red hair from her face, and asked, "How do you feel, Little Kelly Slave?"

Kelly turned her head in my direction, "Stunned, Sir! And exhausted! But I don't think I've ever been so excited! I must have cum at least ten times!"

"Why are you stunned, Kelly?" I asked curiously.

"Because I'm still alive, Sir!" Kelly replied meekly.

"Oh." I smiled, keeping my voice friendly, "Well, actually, you came eleven times in all. What did I tell you about that?"

She smiled in response to my tone, until the import of my words hit home, then the blood drained from her face and she stared, aghast, at my still-smiling countenance. "OHMIGOD! You told me not to cum without your permission, Sir! I'm SO sorry sir! I just forgot! It won't happen again, I promise, sir!"

My voice took on a hard edge. "Let's see if we can make sure of that, shall we? You are such a disrespectful little slut you don't even REMEMBER the commands you're given!"

I quickly released her from her bonds, and just as quickly bound leather cuffs around her ankles and wrists. I secured her ankles to a bar that spread them well beyond shoulder width. When I triggered the remote, her feet rose toward the ceiling until she was suspended head down from a turntable-like mechanism. Another bar secured her cuffed wrists to a similar device on the floor. A particular combination of buttons on the remote started the devices at her feet and hands turning slowly, causing Kelly Anne's body to rotate like a pig on a vertical spit.

I used a short, single strand whip like a basting brush, leaving no space on her body untouched, except in the immediate area of her new hardware and her face.

"If you cum while I'm punishing you, Kelly Anne," I warned as I planted a nice welt on her flank, "I will bypass the dogs and take you directly to the barn for the horses to use! Do you understand, slave?"

"Yes - AAAAIIIEEE! - sir!" she wailed from amidst the red hair that flailed about her face, as, in a vain effort to escape her torment, she moved the only part of her body that was not bound.

When my critical eye could detect no fresh targets for my lash, I stopped her rotation and, using the remote, raised her body slightly until her eyes were level with my crotch.

Removing my trousers, I stepped in close, presenting her tear-stained face with with my flaccid cock. "Thank me for making you a better slave, Kelly Anne, then show me your appreciation."

"Thank you, sir! Thank you so much for making me a better slave!" Her mouth opened and eagerly engulfed the head of my cock. "Mmmmmmmph u uhwee unch!"

Her sharp, pink tongue swirled my glans deliciously around the inside of her mouth, but the only time I felt teeth was when she deliberately nibbled on some portion of my flesh. Her movement was restricted by her bonds but she made the most of what was available, moving her head from side to side and back and forth to get at various parts of my quickly hardening tool.

As my shaft started to stiffen, she plastered her nose to my balls, and moaned around the head as it plugged itself into the back of her throat. The effect was electrifying. My over-stimulated organ sprang to erection, plunging up her throat as it lengthened. Kelly kept her face as tightly planted in my groin as she could, and I helped out by thrusting my hips forward.

As my rod hardened, it continued growing, extending into the eager slave's throat. Finally needing to breathe, Kelly reluctantly backed off, lovingly laving my shaft and head with her tongue and lips as it withdrew. With my cock fully erect, when the excited redhead plunged down on it this time, she twisted her head from side to side, corkscrewing her constricted throat onto the skewering pole.

When her nose was once again buried in my scrotum, she bit - not hard, but the unexpected pressure of her teeth at the base of my cock caused my engorged member to leap inside her throat. Kelly moaned and endeavored to bury even more of my excited spear.

Most women who have given me head tolerated the presence of my cock in their mouths and did their best to get me off quickly. Kelly Anne acted as if there was nowhere she'd rather be than with my rampant dick buried deep in her throat. Each time she went down, she worked my turgid organ over until she absolutely HAD to breathe, and on the way up, made love to the shaft and glans as though afraid she'd never taste them again. Her teeth never scraped, but would occasionally, deliberately, bite, sending erotic shockwaves up my spine. I was so engrossed in the sensations that I didn't notice, until she spoke, that she'd removed her mouth from my sex.

"Please, sir," she rasped, "please rape my mouth! Fuck my throat with your delicious cock, please?!"

How could I refuse? I held her head in both hands and started a long, slow thrusting rhythm. All the way in, all the way out. Red hair swinging to and fro with each plunge, Kelly Anne moaned and suckled, pushing forward to meet every stroke, keeping her tongue busy finding all the most exquisite places to use it.

Of their own volition, my hips increased the speed and violence of my thrusts. Kelly met them even more eagerly. I pounded her face unmercifully, feeling her chin hit my pubic bone and grind against it. Still she seemed to want more.

My hips were a blur and each thrust brought me to my toes as I tried to bury as much of my cock in Kelly's milking orifice as possible. Kelly's eyelids fluttered and the volume of her moans rose, while their pitch fell until she was practically growling at my balls.

I could no more have held back that orgasm than I could have carried myself around by my own hip pocket. Three, four, five times I slammed full length into Kelly's rapacious mouth, finally arresting, completely buried, as my straining legs trembled and my balls erupted their contents deep into the excited slave's grasping, convulsing throat.

Wave after wave of ejaculate bathed the inside of Kelly's esophagus, new pulses being triggered every few seconds by some vibration, movement, or spasm of the ravishing redhead's mouth and throat. Finally, my legs gave out and I stumbled backward to lean against another piece of equipment, my still-hard cock dripping the last few ripples of cum onto the floor.

"Jesus H. Christ and his brother Harry!" I exploded, watching Kelly-Anne's tongue searching for leftover bits of my slippery discharge, "Where in the hell did you learn to give head like that?!"

Butter wouldn't have melted in her mouth. "Did you enjoy that, Sir?"

"I can honestly say, Little Kelly Slave," I gasped, "that that was the BEST blowjob I have EVER experienced!"

"Well, Sir," she replied innocently, "You DID say to show you my appreciation, and I REALLY appreciate your helping me become a better slave!"

I righted myself on wobbly knees, and stroked Kelly Anne's inner thigh. "Well, Little Slave, if you appreciate it that much, I'll be sure to do an extra special job of it."

"I warn you though," I continued gently, "this will not be easy on you. Are you sure you want to keep going."

"Oh, yes Sir!" she cried from her upside-down position.

"Then you must realize something, Kelly Anne." I replied, "You must stop worrying about your own pleasure and depend on your Master to fulfill your needs. If you concentrate on serving to the exclusion of all else, he will show his gratitude, and I guarantee you won't lack for either the pleasure or the pain you desire. If you throw your heart and soul into pleasing him the way you threw it into that blowjob, any Master or Mistress will be more than grateful, I guarantee!"

"Unfortunately," I gently toyed with her clit ring as I spoke, reminding her how painful new piercings can be, "I don't have enough time before your Sister returns to do a proper job of training you, so I'm going to have to take a few shortcuts."