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 The Return part 1 by Foxbat (MF NC, abduct, bondage, breath, anal, slow)
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   The Return part 1 by Foxbat (MF NC, abduct, bondage, breath, anal, slow)

   The girl who sat across from the psychiatrist was different from his
other clients.  She was dressed respectably although in jeans, with a
red-star army cap and her blond hair back in a bun.  She wasn't quite small
enough to be petit, but she had the cute graceful energy to her movements
characteristic of small women.  Her face radiated confidence, but boredom
as well.  She was a middle child (two sisters), parents divorced (father
was a deadbeat) from a lower-middle class family.  She held the doctors
gaze when he looked at her.  Most long-term kidnap and sex abuse victims
could not do this.

   "How have things been?"

   "What am I supposed to say?  I'm a semester away from graduating
college. I'm older than everybody."

   She had been abducted as a high school sophomore and kept for three
years.  Oddly, her captor had enrolled her on correspondence college
courses, but there was of course no transcript.  Nonetheless, with
understanding from the College, she had enrolled in college after coming
back and was graduating early now, three years after mysteriously
reappearing one night in her old bed in her mother's home.

   "Do you know what you want to do afterwards?"

   Hesitation.  "I have a few plans.  Maybe be a secretary.  Maybe model.
Maybe both."

   "Love life?"

   "Sucks.  College boys don't know anything - in bed, or even about how to
get in it.  My experiments with older men have so far been disappointing
too."

   "Sex?"

   "Are you asking me about the thing?"

   "Do you want to talk about it?"

   "Fine.  Yes, I've orgasmed without, twice, masturbating both times. 
Still nothing with other guys.  And I really don't think there's anything
wrong about it - people have way weirder things.  Maybe that's just mine."

   "How's your health been?"

   "Well, going from daily yoga to Thursday night keggers added a few, but
I'm back in good shape.  It's important."

   "Yes, I agree.  Any other thoughts?"

   "Life just seems kind of trite right now.  Maybe that will change when I
get a job."

   "Still smoking?"

   "Tobacco?  No.  Weed?  A lot."

   "Is it helping?"

   "Are we done?"

   "Has Norman tried to contact you?"

   "Who the fuck is Norman?"

   "The name you chose last session to divest your former captor of
linguistic control -"

   "Oh yeah.  Master."

   "It's an important part of therapy to -"

   "Yeah.  I know.  Norman.  Fine.  Oh - no, no contact.  And yes, if there
is, I will report it.  Can we remember for a minute here that it was *my*
ass that got raped for two years?"

   ***

   She had not told the shrink about the "anniversary present" she'd
mysterious received a year ago - it was a black leather locking collar
(with a key).  A simple card accompanied it, signed only "Daddy." That had
been her thing - but he'd encouraged her to work it in and had deployed it
with devastatingly orgasmic effect several times.  She had not disclosed
that to the shrinks either.

   She rolled over on the bed, one hand drifting up to finger the collar,
which she now wore underneath a hooded sweatshirt.  The other hand drifted
downwards.

   The alarm clock beeped.  She was late to chapter meeting.  Joining a
sorority had been such a stupid idea.  She had disappeared during rush
week, after pledging.  Coming back, it had seemed like a good way to meet
people, to get out.  But it was just full of more young and vapid girls. 
And the fraternities were even worse.  Even when she'd bagged the most
notorious womanizer, he'd asked her at least 7 times if he was doing it
right, even if one or two were solely to elicit praise.  Even the one
really sketchy towny she found to treat her rough and slap her around came
too soon, leaving her with a fat lip and no satisfaction.

   Taking off the collar to get dressed up, she thought back with what she
had come to accept was a kind of fondness.  She had been the head of the
house - a perverted sort of secretary and personal assistant.  Among all
the slaves, she assigned duties and privileges, scheduled the Master's
time, made sure his evenings and weekends were exciting, and supervised
daily activity and meal preparation.  She ate at the table with Master; she
slept in Master's real bed, upstairs.  She knew his tastes, his twisted
desires like none of the others.  She was an artistic director also - of
the taped pain/sex-performances Master loved - casting, blocking, and
directing, sometimes filming.  She was occasionally punished, sometimes for
the bad acts of slaves under her supervision, sometimes for her own
behavior, sometimes just because Master needed to.  He had only tortured
her seriously once or twice.  She knew she lacked now the sense of purpose,
of urgency, that she had had back then.  Being a secretary to a powerful
man was about as close to recapturing that as she thought she could get in
a job.

   ***

   She gave him two condoms.  Both packages with the foil torn open, but
neither with the condom removed.

   "First, finger my ass roughly.  Just work it a little bit.  Smack my ass
if you want to.  Then, after a few minutes, whenever you're ready, fuck my
ass.  Just put the lube on your dick, and don't worry about me.  At some
point, I'll tell you to switch.  You'll then use the second condom and fuck
my pussy.  Please don't come before that, but feel free to any time
afterwards."

   She had chosen him from over two hundred replies to her craigslist post
for an older man who could follow directions in mistreating a hot college
girl.

   She was already naked and got down on her hands and knees on the floor,
her ass arched invitingly upwards.  He straddled her facing the other way,
and probed her anus delicately with one finger.

   "Cut the foreplay."

   He shoved his finger in to the knuckle, twisting it, but not wiggling it
side to side as Master used to.  He continued finger fucking her without
change until she barked at him just to skip this part and fuck her.

   His cock was just as his photo had suggested, but his curvature was
somewhat different from Master's.  She felt him push in, slowly, waiting
for her to adjust.

   "What part of 'roughly' did you not understand?  Fuck me!" She pushed
back against him twice, causing him to take two deep strokes.  This part
wasn't that bad.

   He took the suggestion, and began fucking her in earnest, slapping her
ass and leaving large red handprints as he did.  He pushed her down further
with one hand on her back, and she held off the urge to masturbate.

   Giving out, her hand shot to her clit.

   "Put it in my pussy now."

   She heard the sound of him changing condoms.  She waited.

   He entered her more forcefully this time.

   "Pull on the fucking leash.  Choke me.  And fuck me harder.  And don't
ask if you're doing it right."

   He complied, and two minutes later she came.  Not hard, but not a meager
orgasm.  It would satisfy her for a while.  She dismissed the gentleman,
and took a hot shower.  Master had said he would be in contact.

   ***

   She thought back to the night a week before she left Master's Household.
She knew all his slaves rotated - none stayed more than four years (except
the gimp of course).  She had just expected she would be there for four as
well, but he had pulled her aside one night after dinner to have a private
conversation where he'd explained her options for leaving.  She had chosen
just to "reappear" back in her old life in exchange for limited cooperation
with police.  She had believed him when he said he would be monitoring her
- he must have been a very wealthy man.

   He had read her an old proverb that he said had hung in his
grandmother's house.  It was the only time he'd ever mentioned a family
member, and it seemed strange.  The proverb had read, "If you love
something, set it free.  If it comes back to you, it's yours.  If it
doesn't, it never was." It was also strange, because her entire
relationship with him - established from the start of her captivity - was
that he owned her.  She was happy to leave on the one hand - the anger and
fear and resentment of her first days were not totally forgotten.  But she
was also disappointed, upset.

   She had been a virgin when she was taken.  For the first week, she'd
been kept high on scopolamine, a drug extract from a South American tree
which leaves is takers extremely compliant while they're high and
completely unable to remember that time after they come down.  Her much
later research revealed that the CIA used it as a truth serum periodically.
During that time, she was interviewed for hours.  About her family, her
health history, her romantic history, her sex history, her fantasies, her
masturbation habits, her dreams, and her anxieties.  He'd shown her parts
of these recorded interviews, but only later.  It had emerged that she was
a virgin, despite being somewhat popular and very attractive.  After the
end of the week of interviewing (his "preview" week, as Master called it),
she awoke from the drugs to be informed that he'd decided to keep her on
for a longer term and train her as a slave.  She would be forced to do
anything commanded, but that he would respect her virginity, as least
vaginally.

   That last week, before she awoke back in her mother's house, she had
finally lost her virginity to Master.  She'd always assumed he would just
lose patience and take it one day despite his promise, but he always held
back.  He had learned to make her cum with tendon-popping toe-curling
orgasm from stimulation in other ways, but he had never once even tried. 
She had invited him to, and that last week had been memorable indeed.

   ***



   She waited nervously, naked other than knee socks, but not bothered by
that.  She had spent three years almost continuously naked.  But the
waiting was hard.  It had always been.

   This was her second Craigslist encounter.  The first had been kind of
exciting, but she'd been trying too hard to re-create an experience with
Master, and had been mentally grading her "nsa friend" for his shortcomings
compared to Master.  She thought she might take it slower this time, and
try to make it a little more original, organic.  Perhaps she should just
imagine it as being one of the "scenes" she sometimes
directed/filmed/edited/acted in with Master.

   Her pacing was interrupted by a knock at the door.  She rushed to the
door, and, making sure the safety latch was secure, opened it a crack.  Her
heart froze as she peaked through the crack and saw Master.

   ***

   It was two minutes later, and they were seated inside, she on the couch
and he in an armchair.

   "This is kind of awkward, but I think I'm sort of expecting someone."

   "Oh?  Oh - Robert, from craigslist?  Yes.  I took care of him."

   "took care of him?"

   "Yes.  I caught him outside.  Told him you were a post-op tranny.  We
don't have to worry about him."

   "How..."

   "I always know."

   Silence.

   "Why are you here?"

   "You tell me."

   "Are you going to take me back?"

   "You know that's not the case.  Acknowledge what you know."

   "You're here to ask me if I want to come back?"

   "Yes.  From here onwards, you have a choice.  You may come back whenever
you want, and you may leave whenever you want.  But if you choose to leave
a subsequent time, it will be forever.  If you say yes and come back, you
will belong once again to me.  You will submit to my will, and live to
serve me.  That will not change.  But you will have more privileges than
before, including some communication and occasional trips into the outside
world.  You will not disappear, but instead you will choose openly to work
for me and to live with me.  A small cottage will be prepared for
appearances' sake.  You need not decide right now."

   "Thank you, Master."

   She looked still dazed, like it hadn't quite yet sunken in.  The sun
glinted in her blond hair through the blinds as she wore an expression of
expectance, of need.

   "Here is an email address by which you may reach me if and when you
decide to so." He placed a small plain card with a handwritten address on
the end-table.  "And I suppose that, before I leave, I should give you what
you were looking for on craigslist..."

   ***

   He took off his belt and put it around her neck, holding on to the
non-buckle end and pulled it just tighter than snug in an upwards
direction. Her hands, previously passive, flew to the belt as it cut
slightly into her neck.  He then pushed two fingers of his other hand
roughly into her pussy, curling them until he found just the right spot and
then roughly jerking them upwards and forwards, back and forth.  One of her
hands dropped to grab his wrist and arrest the movement.  She gargled
around the belt and her eyes fluttered.  It was the spot he'd found during
their last week together, and it triggered endless savage orgasms.  He
wrapped the belt one turn tighter in his hand, his other hand moving faster
and more forcefully now.  The color of her face, already red, deepened, and
the belt choked what would have been screaming.  Her whole body spasmed and
then dropped, and he momentarily loosened the belt, enough for her to have
one giant heaving breath before it again clamped down.  High from the
oxygen rush, her eyes rolled back in her head, only to be brought front as
he slapped her face hard twice.  When he then slapped her exposed pussy
several times rapidly (but hard), her vision exploded in stars and swirls
and she spasmed again just before blacking out.  Her hands had remained at
her sides the whole time, and she had made no attempt to block the blows.







   -- Foxbat



   I'm sorry I've written so little the last year or two.  I think this has
to be potential to be a fertile world for some good plotlines I've had
kicking around.  Also, I'd love to hear if you particular enjoyed any of
the Snippets (1 or 2), and would like to see an expansion of it.

   As always, I love hearing what you think (good or bad) and anything else
on your mind.

   Fox