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	Katy's Surrender - Part 8


Katy followed Josh to the front of the barn.  As she walked, she could
feel his semen slowly trickling down the inside of her leg.  She knew
she should be feeling violated, outraged, angry, but she felt none of
those things.  She did feel humiliated at having been so crudely used
by this young boy, but mostly what she felt was arousal.  Her body was
ready.  She wanted sex.  She wanted him again, this time slowly.  But
Josh had had his orgasm and now he wanted to sport with her in his
favorite way, by humiliating her.  He had ordered her to walk out into
the open, naked and in broad daylight, and masturbate for anyone to
see.  This was too much, she thought.  She could not do it.  Could
she?  As she had so many times before, Katy weighed her options, and
as always she arrived at the same conclusion.  She had no option
except submission.  As difficult, dangerous, degrading, disgusting as
it was, giving herself to Josh as his slave was her least
objectionable alternative.  She feared her father too much.  And also,
she wanted her trip to France more than anything.  Besides, she
thought, there were times when she actually felt as though she could
enjoy the situation.  She tried to deny it but she knew the feelings
were real.  Not right now, though.  Josh was pushing her too far with
this particular dumb idea.  She really could not do this.  Or could
she?  She was so tired of weighing options.  It was much easier to
just surrender.  Easier to not think about it.  Just obey.  Do
whatever he says.  Be his slave.  They stopped near the door, just
inside of the barn.  Josh left her standing, near where she had been
suspended and whipped a short time before.  He went outside into the
bright sunlight and turned left, walking out of view.  What is he
doing, Katy wondered?  Checking to make sure she would have an
audience?  A nervous twinge settled into her stomach.  This was going
to be very, very difficult.  Just don't think about it, she reminded
herself.  Then Josh returned.

"Just went to see how far it is to the road from your spot on the
hill.  I want to make a little sign for folks and I wanna make sure
it's big enough."

"A sign, master?"  The knot in Katy's stomach did a triple flip.

"Yeah, something.  Where's your lipstick?"

"In the car, master."

"Go get it."

Katy hesitantly stepped through the door into the glare of the mid-day
sun.  She squinted her eyes.  It was so bright compared to the dark
barn.  Looking around, she was relieved to see that the view from the
road was blocked by the small hill and by the line of trees along the
barn's little driveway.  No one would see her as she walked naked to
the car and back to the barn.  Looking left, she studied the little
path that Josh had described.  It did lead to the top of a hill at the
side of the barn and it was very obvious that anyone standing on that
hill would be easily seen from the road.  The stomach knot twisted
again.  Quickly she retrieved the lipstick from her bag in the car and
ran back to the barn.  The end of the leash slapped painfully against
her calves as she ran.  Then she felt a sharper pain as the chain
caught in her pubic hair and tugged at it.  Katy decided that the next
time she had to run in her leash she would hold the end of it.  She
coiled the end of it up in her left hand for the last few steps into
the barn.

Back inside, Katy handed the lipstick to Josh.  He took it from her
and put it into his pocket.

"Why did you pick up the leash?"

"It was slapping my legs, master.  It was hurting."

"I see.  You are not allowed to touch your collar or your leash
without permission.  Even the stupidest slave could have figured that
out without being told."   Katy reddened.  She hated it when he called
her stupid.  She was not stupid.  Katy prided herself on her
intelligence.

"I'm sorry, master.  I won't do it again."

"Maybe you won't, maybe you will.  Maybe you're so stupid you'll
forget.  You need to be taught so you won't forget."  He detached the
leash from the collar, but re-locked the padlock.  He wrapped the
chain around his left hand, leaving the end with the leather strap
handle free.  His right hand held the leash about three feet from this
free end.

"Turn around, slave," he commanded.  Katy obeyed, exposing her bare
back to what she expected would be the painful touch of the leash
strap.  She steadied herself and hoped the pain would not be as
intense as the belt had been.  He had stopped that session after only
two strokes, making Katy hopeful that he would not use torture on her
again.  She tried to think of other things, to distract herself from
her predicament but all she could hear was the faint sound of the
chain jingling in his hands.  Then the sound changed slightly and she
felt the stroke.  

"OWwwooo."

It hurt, but she jumped more from surprise than from pain.  He seemed
to be holding back, maybe trying to make sure it was the leather strap
that touched her skin and not the metal chain.  The result was only a
mild sting.  Katy relaxed somewhat.  Then the next stroke came, again
on her back and again not very painful, though a little more so than
before.  He's aiming better now, she thought, or is luckier.  The
third stroke was against the side of her right buttock and it did
hurt.  It seemed that part of the metal chain had also connected.

Involuntarily, Katy reached behind to shield herself.

"No, Katy, drop your hands to your sides.  And turn around."  Katy
obeyed.  Just as she turned she felt the sharp sting of the leather
strap as it smacked squarely on her right breast, directly across her
nipple.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAaaaaaaaaaoooooooooooo," Katy screamed, then whimpered
as she covered her breasts with her arms.

"Hands down," shouted Josh.  Reluctantly, tearfully, Katy obeyed.  The
next stroke landed on the inside of her right breast but was not as
stinging as the previous one.

"Owwwooo," Katy exhaled quietly, but kept her hands in place.  She
looked down at the pale skin of her breast and saw the fiery mark left
by the leather strap.  She wanted to beg him to stop but feared it
would only make him do more.

"Will you touch your leash again without permission, Katy?"

"No master, never again," she replied gratefully and sincerely.

"Good.  Now kiss the leash."  Katy stretched out to kiss the leash as
Josh held it in front of her face, but at the last moment he dropped
it, letting it fall to the dusty, wood floor.   Beaten both physically
and mentally, Katy knelt and kissed the leash.

"Good, girl.  Now stand up."

Josh pulled the lipstick out of this pocket.  Putting his left hand on
her shoulder to steady her, he wrote the word "slave" in big, red
letters across her chest, above her breasts.

"Now you're ready to give your little show, Katy.  Follow the path up
to the top of the hill, stand there nice and pretty, and masturbate
until you cum.  Make sure you wave to anybody who drives by.  I'll be
right behind you and if you screw this up I'm going to make sure you
regret it.  Understand?"

"Yes, master."  Katy was unable to resist.  She just wanted to get
this over.  What if someone saw her?  She couldn't think about that.
She couldn't even bear to think of Josh seeing her masturbate and that
was sure to happen.  Resignedly she waited for him to lock the leash
back onto her collar and then set out on her assignment.  Josh
followed closely behind her.

The crude dirt path was lined with twigs and pieces of dried straw
which pricked Katy's tender feet as she made her way up the hill.
There was a slight breeze but it was still very hot in the bright sun.
At least she would get a nice tan from this, Katy reflected, trying to
reduce her anxiety by joking to herself.

She reached the top and looked around in dismay.  She could see the
road clearly.  It was very close and from her high vantage point she
could see far in both directions.  And she knew, of course, that she
could be seen from the road just as easily.  The breeze and the sun
both seemed more intense here.  She had never felt more naked in her
life.  Embarrassment, shame, fear washed over her like the breeze that
kissed her breasts and her sex, teasing her.  There were no cars.  The
road was empty.  Relief.  Maybe she could get her orgasm and escape to
the barn before anyone saw her.  She had to try.  Quickly she slipped
her fingers between her labia, searching for that familiar spot,
pressing herself there in that familiar way.  She felt the warmth and
the tingle, but she was too nervous, too distracted.  She tried to
ignore Josh as he slid down onto the grass at her feet, lying there.
He had a clear view of her sex as she worked to reach her orgasm.  She
tried to block him out.  It was so embarrassing, so degrading.  This
loathsome little boy was watching her do her most intimate, secret
thing.  She really did feel like a slave.

She looked down at her body, bright white in the sun, the red letters
over her breasts, SLAVE, the chain leash hanging down between them.
She looked at Josh on the ground at her feet, relaxing, enjoying the
show, her master.  Yes, she was a slave.  The thought came suddenly,
and with it came a twinge of pleasure in her clitoris.  She did belong
to him.  Another warm tingle.  She was just a slave, and could be
owned and used by anyone her master chose, even someone passing on the
road.  This thought brought another pulse to her clitoris, wonderful
pleasure.  She was going to have an orgasm, right here in broad
daylight where anyone could see her.  Now her vagina was sopping wet
with her juices, but she didn't care.  Those were his juices, his
property.  She was his.  She surrendered to him and to this lovely
orgasm.  She felt it coming, out of control now.  Orgasm.  Sweet,
long, powerful sensations surged through her body in delicious waves.
Release.  Her eyes closed.  She was only dimly aware of the spectacle
she must be, naked on a hilltop, her breasts jiggling wildly as her
fingers feverishly manipulated her sex, her hair tossing about in
abandon.  Sweet release, still coming, lost in it.

"Katy, better wave.  Someone's driving by."  The words came to her as
from another dimension, or out of a dream.  What?  Then, realization.
Oh God, no.  She opened her eyes.  A car was there, an old car with an
old man driving it.  The car was barely moving.  The old man was
staring at her.  What would he think of her?

"Wave, Katy."  Josh's voice was not pleasant.  She mustn't disobey,
she remembered, or there would be a punishment.  Timidly, she waved to
the man.  Her right hand was still deep in her pussy, still squeezing
out the last sweet drops of orgasm.  This was surreal.  And the man
waved back.  He blew her a kiss, smiled, and drove down the road.
Katy watched the car, tried to make sense of the scene.  So strange.
But the orgasm had been so wonderful.  Her clitoris still tingled
happily.  

"Did you cum?"

"Yes, master, I came."  An understatement, Katy thought.

"Hmm.  Ok, then.  Only one guy saw you.  Too bad.  Well, let's go eat
then."

Josh led her back, pulling her by the leash.  The shade inside the
barn felt good as they walked toward the back.  As they walked, Josh
turned to look at his slave several times.  Katy felt self-conscious.
Even after all she had been through, the lust in his eyes as he looked
at her body made her blush.  He stopped before they got back to their
stuff.

"Lay down on your back," he commanded.  Katy looked for a spot on the
floor.

"Here, master?"  The floor was just bare barn boards here.  There was
no soft hay and there were dry, dirty, brown fragments of something
scattered about.  Katy did not want to know what those were.

"Yes, here."  Katy obeyed.  She laid down on her back, with her legs
together and her arms at her side.  The leash draped over her belly
and onto the floor at her right side.

"Close your eyes."  Katy obeyed.

Josh looked at her.  She is so beautiful, he thought.  His penis was
still swollen from the show she had given on the hill.  Her breasts
were so perfect.  Look how the nipples stick up so, and how her
breasts flatten a little when she's on her back.  His penis throbbed.
And her waist.  It's so tiny.  Her thighs, so sweetly curved.  He had
to have her again.  He loved this.  He could have her anytime he
wanted.  She obeyed everything.  This was incredible.  Paradise.

"Spread your legs," Josh commanded.  Katy obeyed.

"More!"  Katy spread her legs very wide and Josh knelt between them.
Her labia were red from the rubbing she had given them.  It was very
moist inside still.  Pink and inviting.  He touched her there.  She
jumped, then quieted.  He slipped two fingers inside of her,
exploring, learning.  He pushed his fingers in as far as he could,
feeling the interior walls.  When his fingers rubbed against her
clitoris, as they did by accident several times, Katy flinched
slightly, then tried to press herself against his fingers harder.

Josh withdrew his fingers and wiped them dry on her thigh.  He leaned
up and over her face, his hands planted on either side of her to
support his weight.  His lips moved to her nipples.  He kissed,
nibbled, sucked each one in turn.  He felt them harden and grow in his
lips.

Katy kept her eyes closed and let herself drift under the boy's gentle
attentions.  What a change, she thought.  So nice.  So sweet to her.
She loved having her nipples kissed and nibbled.  Did he know that
too?  No.  Impossible.  But it felt so wonderful.  She wanted to ask
him to touch her breasts with his hands but she could not do that.
She was afraid to speak to him like that.  She was afraid of him and
afraid of herself.

She felt something touch her labia.  Not his fingers.  This was very
smooth, very warm, very nice.  Then he was inside of her with one
strong thrust.  She arched her back, pushing up to meet him.  Aaahh.
Her clitoris tingled.  She felt his belly against hers.  He moved his
penis in and out slowly, nicely.  Nice, nice boy.  Mmm.  Feels so
good.  Katy moved her hands from her sides tentatively, without
permission.  She wrapped them around his back.  Nasty t-shirt.  She
slipped her hands under the cotton, feeling the strong muscles of his
back.  Her fingers slid down, resting finally on his buttocks.  Cute
boy.  Yummy boy.  Her hands stayed there, one on each cheek, guiding
his thrusts, pulling him in.  He's very good this time, she thought, a
good lover, slow, gentle, hard.  She felt her orgasm starting.  She
would cum before him this time.  But just as the waves of pleasure
engulfed her she felt Josh's body spasm and his semen spurt into her.
They came together.  Their orgasms were very long and very intense.

As he had done before, Josh lay motionless on top of her as soon as he
had finished his orgasm.  This time, though, Katy was satisfied.  Two
delicious orgasms just minutes apart.  Yummy.  She tingled.  His penis
was still quite erect and filled her up so comfortably.  This would be
such a nice moment, she thought,  if she were not being ground by his
weight into the dirt and yuck on the barn floor.  She was relieved
when he got up and she could breathe easily again.  But she still
wished that she could have him on a nice soft bed, and then wrap
herself tightly around him afterwards.   Maybe later, she thought.

Her eyes were still closed.  She waited as he readied himself above
her.  She wondered if she would have to lick him clean again.  That
would be ok.  He deserved it.  Nice boy.  Nice master.  Her clitoris
still tingled.

"Katy.  That was really good."  Josh's voice sounded different.
Contented, surprised, happy?  Grateful?

"There's an old sink and faucet over there in the corner.  It's pretty
dirty but the water still works.  You can go wash yourself.  There's a
towel in my backpack.  Go ahead.  And it's ok to wash off the lipstick
for now, too."  Katy was surprised at his sudden kindness.  Maybe he
would let her go now, she thought.  Better not get hopeful, she
decided.  He has it too good.  This must be his dream come true for
him.  He won't let me go.

After running the tap for a few minutes, the water came out relatively
clean, though cold.  There was a huge metal sink in the tiny washroom
and buckets in one corner.  In one of the buckets she found a short
section of hose which she connected to the tap to make a crude shower.
The water drained out of a hole in the cement floor.  She even found a
bar of old soap, rough but usable.  Within minutes she felt fresh and
clean.

Returning to Josh, she handed him the towel after wringing a few more
drops from her hair.  She had hated using the soap on her hair but it
was better than nothing.

She was naked completely now, having removed the collar and leash
before going to wash up.

"Wow.  You look nice and clean."  Again, Katy was taken aback by his
sudden change in temperament.  She noticed also that he had spread
their food out onto an old table.

"Thank you, master.  A little soap and water can do wonders."

Josh got the hint.  "Umm.  Yeah, I guess I should wash up too.  Feel
kind of sweaty."

"Master, I rigged up a sort of shower with a water hose.  It worked
pretty well."

"Okay.  I guess I could take a shower."  Katy smiled to herself as she
felt that tiny bit of control pass over to her.  Josh did not seem to
notice, or care.  Katy began to feel she was on familiar ground
suddenly.  Power games were her specialty.

"Master?  If you like, I could help you wash yourself."

"Huh?"

Sometimes boys could be incredibly obtuse, she thought.  "I mean,
master, that I could wash your body.  You know, put soap on my hands,
rub hands on you, rinse you.  Repeat until clean.  You know?"

"NO."  

Katy realized then that he would not be so easily seduced.

"You're staying out here.  Come over to this post."  Josh led her to a
vertical support beam.  He made her stand with her back to the beam
and handcuffed her arms behind her back and around the beam.  He put
the key on the table near the food, about twenty feet from the post.
Then he took another towel and went to the washroom.

Just seconds after Katy heard the water start to splash in the corner,
she heard another noise from the front of the barn.  Voices.

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End of Part 8.

Note from the author:

Voices huh?  Now who could that be?  Poor Katy.  Stay tuned for part
9.  Coming soon, I hope.

kate

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