Enter Ashley

Her body lay on the floor coated with body fluids, littered with numerous condoms, welts, and open wounds. Standing over her I listened to the music of her raspy shallow breathing, pain-filled groans, and the wet slapping sound her left hand made as it jerked involuntarily in a puddle of filth. Ashley's long brown hair now sticky, slimy, and knotted was pasted against her neck, face, scalp, and the floor. The horrible stench only added to the beauty of this scene, but could not be recorded with my camera as I filmed day 3. ....................................................................................................... March 16th had begun like most other Fridays. I had the day off from work and was shopping at the Big Lots before going across the street to the coin laundry. Deciding I had browsed the shelves and wasted enough time I grabbed my items and hurried to the line at check out. I tried to ignore the sensation that the person behind me was focused on me as I did my best to appear patient in the ridiculously long line. "Excuse me, but your darkness is showing." She said quietly as she peered around my right side and met my eyes with hers. "What?" I answered as I searched my clothing to be sure nothing was out of place. Meeting her eyes again I found her face flushed with obvious embarrassment. "I-I have been watching you since you came in... at first I was afraid, I thought you might rob the place or something... but then I saw you help that old lady. She almost fell trying to reach for some cereal and I saw you- I saw you steady her with an embrace and smile at her as you handed her the box." She whispered as her eyes searched mine. I stared deep into her soul yet I did not respond. "You frighten me, but I can see you are really kind and I thought... I wondered if you might just be.. Do you think you could.." She tried to continue, as her nerve was lost and her body signaled me she would likely faint soon. I took her by the arm to steady her and we walked away to a deserted lane. Once again I observed her soul as she stared off into space and bit her lower lip to keep it from trembling. "Look at me." I commended in a low voice. She began to turn and run, but I held her shoulder tight, too tight and she winced from the pain. "Look at me." I repeated. As her eyes met mine she relaxed, and tried to smile. "Good girl. Do not ever make me repeat myself again." I said sternly. "Ok." She said. "That is not the game you started, is it?" I asked. She looked confused. "You will address me as Master in this game, or we will end it now." I said. "Yes, Master." She said with a slight smile. "Tell me your number." I ordered as I took out my wireless phone. "555-5436" She said after a short pause. After that I walked away. "It's Ashley." She called back at me. "What is?" I asked angrily. "M-my name." she stammered back. "I didnt ask you for that." I said dismissively. Later I stood in the laundry mat watching the clothes spin and wondered how such strange events always seem to happen to me. I had learned years ago to just roll with it and do what ever comes to mind while the event plays out, but still I marveled at how random and peculiar they began. It was Monday when I called her. "Hello?" she answered. "At 7pm be at the Sheetz on Aviation." I told her. "What?- Who is this?" she responded sounding annoyed. "Be there if you wish to see how this game plays out." I commanded before hanging up. I arrived early to find her already there, sipping on one of Sheetz shitty drinks. I sat across from her at the table and said. "Began." She looked at me quizzically for only a moment before she began to ramble on about the last boyfriend, her first time which was with her 50 year old neighbor when she was 9, also her fantasies of being gang raped, wanting to be sold as a slave, and being beaten mercilessly by strangers, etc. After nearly an hour of her constant babbling I raised my hand to silence her. "I can do all those things if you come with me now." I told her. "What about my car?" She said surprised. "You will follow me to a place where you will abandon it for a week." I said as I got up and walked to my car. I could see her in my rear-view as I took the exit for 40 west and lead her to a warehouse in Chapel Hill. After locking her car she slid into the passenger seat of my car and secured her seat belt. Before pulling out I used a zip-tie to secure her hands and pulled a black hood over her head. It took us 20 minutes to get to my house and I left her in the car for over an hour as I gathered my supplies. When I returned I found her sitting straight in her seat, her breast heaving, and her head shaking. I startled her a little as I placed my hand on her neck to feel her pulse. After confirming she wasnt in any danger I started the car and headed out to my chosen location. It took us another hour before we pulled up to an un-manned fuel station, and I led her to the mens restroom. After locking the door, I cut her restraint and ordered her to strip with out removing the hood. She hesitated only a moment before she swallowed her fear and complied. When she was nude I gathered up her items and placed them in my bag, before I began to set up the room. Using threaded metal pipes I installed a secure fixture over the toilet and hung 6 enema bags on the left side and 6 slow drip IV bags to the right side, both filled with my premium recipe. I used a climbers harness to secure Ashley's weight to the rack and used rope to bind her arms behind her back. Using leather straps I stretched her legs wide and fastened them to the sides. I stood back to observe my work, and I removed the hood from over her head. Her lower lip trembled as she searched the room taking in the gravity of her position. She looked as if she wanted to scream, her fear and excitement almost over-whelming, and her heart pounded visibly in her chest. I offered her a steel ring gag and she opened her mouth to receive it. I used a padlock to secure the gag to a chain hanging behind her head. Removing a straight razor from my bag I dry shaved Ashley's cunt clean, making sure to nick her clit and pussy lips a few times. When I was finished I used the first enema to clean her bowels, then I injected a serum created to heighten sensitivity and constrict her colon muscles to encourage tearing. I injected the back of her tongue with a numbing solution to turn off her gag reflex and open her throat. And turned a screw on her gag to open her mouth until it threatened to dislocate her jaw. I started her IV designed to prevent dehydration, provide proteins, nutrients, and a solution to slow her heart rate and heighten sensitivity to touch. I removed a cattle prod, a barbed nine tail flogger, a wooden paddle, leather belt, and an ice pick and hung them from the rack before installing a secure box over the IV bags to deter tampering. "Good luck." I whispered to her with a wink and left her alone in the dark. It was 4 hours before the first truck arrived, he spent a little more than 30 minutes in the restroom, before coming out with a satisfied look on his face. After that I went home until the around 9pm Tuesday. I arrived wearing a full hazmat suit and entered the restroom to find her unconscious, but still secured to the rack. I changed her IV after checking for tampering and gave her another enema, before she awoke to find me filming her. I used 3 one gallon jugs of water to clean off her skin and hair. Then used a douche to clean out her cunt, before shaving her again to keep the flesh raw. She looked dreamily at me as I went about my tasks. When I was finished I waved at her and left her again in the dark. I waited only an hour from my hiding place before a bus pulled up. The driver went into the restroom for only a few minutes before running back onto the bus. After nearly 20 minutes he returned to the restroom with 11 other men and 3 women. I watched for nearly 4 hours as the took turns keeping one person outside to "look out", before I went home to sleep. Wednesday I returned to find the room busy and had to wait nearly 2 hours from my hiding place before I could get to work. I found Ashley bound with wire, her ropes having been cut, she now hung upside down and she had several burns on her body from the cattle prod. Someone had carved "slut" into her flesh of her inner thigh. Her mouth was still open despite her gag being missing. After filming the aftermath I needed 5 gallons to clean her, and tend to her more serious wounds. I found her jaw to be unhinged and locked in the open position, but decided to leave it that way to prevent further damage until the game was finished. I found all the enema bags to be empty so I replaced them with 4 more, and started another IV. This time I went straight home instead of waiting to see who arrived next. Thursday I waited until the security patrol officer left before entering the fuel stop restroom in my body suit. Her body lay on the floor coated with body fluids, littered with numerous condoms, welts, and open wounds. Standing over her I listened to the music of her raspy shallow breathing, pain-filled groans, and the wet slapping sound her left hand made as it jerked involuntarily in a puddle of filth. Ashley's long brown hair now sticky, slimy, and knotted was pasted against her neck, face, scalp, and the floor. The horrible stench only added to the beauty of this scene, but could not be recorded with my camera as I filmed day 3. "Ashley." I called to her softly. Her tongue began to lap furiously at the fluids on the floor in response and I considered leaving her as is. Deciding I should start the day as every other, I cleaned off the throne and used nearly 9 gallons of water to clean her up as she remained nearly comatose. Using a set of nylon straps I secured her to the rack again, gave her an enema, douche, and started a new IV. I used a spray bottle of a hydrogen peroxide solution to clean out her mouth. When I exited the restroom with my tools I found a line of more than 30 people men and women from a bus and two big rig trucks. I hurried out to my hidden vehicle and drove away. Work and other things kept me from going back Friday the 4th day. Saturday I found Ashley laid out in a pile of condoms, her body sticky and glazed by semen and other body fluids. She had several gaping wounds and was bleeding dangerously from a more recent looking wound in the abdomen. It took me several hours to patch her up. I sewed 23 stitches and used skin glue to patch up all the shallow wounds. treated several burns from the cattle prod. Washed her body and hair, shaved her cunt, used an enema and douched her cunt twice. Then I returned her to the restraints of the rack. After starting a new IV and I was satisfied all her vitals were stable, I left her again to start her 5th day. I arrived early Sunday to a complete disaster. The fuel station was occupied by more than a dozen highway patrol and Chapel Hill police vehicles. A large bus with a crowd of people sitting on the ground, obviously in police custody. There was a security patrol officer leaning on his car holding his head in his hands, visibly shaken and crying. I watched them roll Ashley into the ambulance before heading back to my car cursing up a storm. "Damn self righteous rent-a-cop gone ahead and ruined everything, fucking fuck!" I swore to myself. I called my lawyer and went home to wait for the shit news. To my surprise even after 5 days there was no report on the news, no one came looking for me, no arrest, no questions, nothing. April 12th I got a text from Mistress to meet with her at her trailer home used solely for her kink games and clients. I arrived a few minutes early and one of her slaves showed me to the milking room to wait. Mistress had 7 young men and one MtF in various positions of bondage all with devices on their cocks collecting their "milk". I watched with great earnest for an unknown amount of time until another slave came to fetch me. I was led to Mistress' chamber and instructed to sit and wait for her on a marvelously carved arm chair. The wood was of black mahogany and featured people in dramatic gestures of pain and horror. I was still crouched on one knee when Mistress entered the room. "There will be plenty of time for you to kneel and worship me later." She said with complete seriousness and motioned for me to follow her into the side room. I found my lawyer sitting on Mistress' bed with Ashley on her knees at his feet. I was shocked as you expect I would be, but I did nothing to show it. Casual posture and smile was all I offered. We stood quietly for a few minutes before Mistress spoke. "Well Twisted we know your smart enough to make out what was done here, so let me just say you owe me. Big time." She announced finally. "I expect you will be less public with your next adventure." I said nothing, but I bowed deeply in a gracious gesture, before turning to leave. "Master." Ashley called softly. I turned to meet her eyes. "Thank you." She said. "Thank you for everything." Her voiced trembled and trailed off as her eyes began to fill with sweet tears. My lawyer yanked lightly on her leash, and she looked again at the floor.