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The Valley     Part 3




Saturday morning.
After a week of thinking about Alan and our first weekend together, I was
aching to see him again.
I had spent the entire week, reliving in my mind the bondage experiences I
had been put in  by both Alan and Eric.  It had been the best weekend of my
life. I was hoping it could continue.
After making some necessary arrangements, I found myself walking up to
Eric's front door with my heart in my mouth. I hoped that Alan hadn't
forgotten his invitation.
I doubted that he had.
Why was I at Eric's?
I needed his help.
Inside, Eric listened to my plan and gladly gave his support.
"Sure, Maria," he said, "I'll help you out. Are you ready?"
I nodded and started to get undressed while Eric took from my bags the
supplies he'd need.
My plan basically was to return to Alan the way he had sent me away. Nude
and wrapped in plastic wrap and duct tape.
I thought it would be a good way to remind him that we were continuing on
from where we had left off, rather than starting new again.
Soon I was naked, and Eric took a moment to look me over. I was not nervous
about being naked in front of him any more, but I still blushed.  Before,
Melissa had always been there with me, but this time it was just us.
"I can see you kept up with your shaving then." He said grinning.
I blushed further. I knew he would notice.
He picked up one of the rolls of plastic wrap I had brought and started
wrapping me.  His style was different from Alan's, and I took notice of the
differences.
He started by wrapping me around my waist, but only a few turns before
ripping the roll off. Then he had me extend each arm out and wrapped each
one separately. Putting my arms down he used a good deal of plastic to bind
my arms tightly to my sides, wrapping me from my neck down to my hips.
Wrapping the arms, he told me, would keep them in place no matter how much
I sweated. He picked up the butterfly vibrator and placed it between my
legs, seating it comfortably before binding it in place with plastic wrap. 
At his request I slowly sat down on the floor and lay back while he went
into the kitchen. He came back with two thick wads of paper towels which he
had me hold between my knees and ankles. He told me that would prevent the
hard bones of the ankles and knees from rubbing, which would increase my
comfort level. More plastic wrap bound my legs together tightly and I
slowly became encased in a plastic cocoon. 
When he was done only my head and breasts were left exposed.
I was warm and snug and completely unable to move.
"Thanks," I said, "before you gag me I just want to remind you not to
forget my bags. I'll need all that stuff."
"Sure." He said, before putting the gag in my mouth.
Unlike before, I elected to go with a ring gag this time so I could breath
better. I knew I would be spending at least an hour like this and from
experience knew that having a free breathing method was more comfortable.
Once Eric made sure my gag was tight and comfortable, I watched him go over
to my bags and open them. Before my astonished eyes he began to go through
them, pulling out all the spare clothing I had packed for the weekend.
I kept shaking my head and making noises for him to stop, but he just
smiled and made sure that every last scrap of clothing had been removed.
"I have a feeling you won't be needing any of that stuff anyway." He told
me, before pulling the hood he had hidden behind his back over my eyes.
It was my black leather hood, with the blindfold already attached. I
couldn't do anything to stop him pulling it all the way down and resigned
myself to its embrace while he pulled the laces in back nice and tight.  It
fitted me very well, even with my mouth wide open. Like a second skin.
Now all that was bare about my body were my breasts.
I felt Eric lift my head and shoulders and prop them on something, and
suddenly my mouth and nose were plugged.
I began to panic, but there was a pop and I could breath through my mouth
again. My head was pulled to one side than the other and then my mouth was
plugged again. Another pop and I could breath.
I realized Eric was wrapping my head in plastic wrap and making a hole in
the plastic over my mouth.
He seemed to wind plastic not only around my head, but down around my
shoulders too. When he was done my neck was very stiff and extremely hard
to turn. He finished my fiddling with the plastic over my nose and making
air holes there too. I felt two straws pushed into my nostrils which
helped.
This was as tight as I have ever been. It felt fantastic. a little scary
though.
Hands at my breasts. Eric was taking the opportunity to help himself.
I cried out for him to stop, but his hands and his lips kept caressing me. 
My body began to betray my desire when the vibrator was turned on. I felt
my nipples instantly grow hard, and thought I heard Eric snigger.
Sharp pain told me that Eric had added nipple clips to my bondage,
something I hadn't asked for.  The sharpness gave way to a dull throb that
pulsed in time with the vibrations between my legs.
The mixed feelings of pain and pleasure were driving me nuts.
I felt Eric lift me up in his arms and he carried me, hopefully, to his
car.  I wondered again at what brand of sanity made me place my self in the
hands of this Man. Right now he had the power to take me away and do
whatever he wanted to me. I couldn't stop him.
He did put me in his car, I could tell from the contoured back seat.  He
tightened the seat belts around me and left me in agonized pleasure while
he got my bags.
It was a long trip to Alan's, and by the time we got there I was moaning
with my desire. I wanted so much for Eric to turn  up the vibrator so I
could cum. Just once. But I could not communicate that to him. So I lay
there suffering.
He got out of the car and was gone for a long time it seemed before
returning.
"I can't find Alan!" I heard him shout through the heavy lining of the
hood. "His truck is here but his horse isn't. He may just be off riding
somewhere.  I'm gonna leave you here and drive back. If you or Alan don't
call me by this evening I'll come back to get you!"
He picked me up again and I was carried a short distance before being stood
up on my feet.  He propped me up against something and told me not to move
or I would fall. I held perfectly still.
Hands readjusted me, pushing me firm against whatever was holding me up,
and my bondage grew tighter as I felt more plastic wrap being wound around
me.  I must have been leaning against a post.
Soon I was completely immobile and in no danger of falling. Even my head
had been bound tightly to the post. I couldn't move a muscle.
I thought I heard a car drive off, but I wasn't really sure. All that
mattered to me now was the never ending buzz between my legs and the cold
wind that caressed my bare breasts. Little knobs of fire at the tip of each
one.
I was a creature of my senses, not giving much thought to anything but the
sexual release I thought would never come.
It was driving me mad.
Time passed, I don't know how long.
Something pushed against my head and I felt it move.  It lost it's support
and flopped down.  Fingers at my neck and cool air began to rush in and
soon the hood was pulled from me.
I blinked in the dim light, as the person in front of me worked the buckle
on my gag. My eyes focused finally and I could see it was Alan. Once the
gag was removed I worked my aching jaw.
"Hi beautiful." He said smiling.
"Please," I whimpered, "let me cum, I can't stand t any more. Please...."  
A frown appeared and he looked me over while I closed my eyes against the
vibrations that had been torturing me for what seemed like days. I opened
them again to see him take a knife and carefully cut away the plastic by my
left hip.  
Eric had wrapped the controller for the vibrator into my bondage to make it
harder to find.
Alan pulled it out and held it up for me to see.
"Please...?"  I begged.
"Are you mine?" He asked me.
"Oh yes. I'm yours. Yours forever."
He flipped the switch, the vibrator exploded and so did I!

I woke up on my back, on a nice soft surface.  Opening my eyes I could see
that I was lying on a bed in a bedroom.  The light was dim, but it was
still daylight. Rain was falling hard outside.
I stretched, grateful that I could move, although a small jingle told me
that something had been attached to me.
I sat up and took stock of myself.
I was still naked, but all the plastic had been removed. I stunk with
sweat.  On my wrists and ankles were the leather cuffs, locked again with
tiny padlocks.  The one on my left ankle had a heavy chain attached, and
further investigation showed the chain piled up in a huge coil at the foot
of the bed before being attached at its other end to the bed frame.
At least I could move from the bed.
The room itself looked like it would be his bedroom.  It definitely showed
signs of being occupied, and was about as tidy as the parts of the house I
had seen already.
I got out of bed, and padded toward the closed door. It opened easily.
Dragging the chain behind me I made my way to the bathroom a couple of
doors down and made full use of it. All of my toiletries had been left in
there and I took the opportunity to shower and get cleaned up. Once done I
looked and smelled a lot better.
I had about reached the end of my chain however, and could see that going
downstairs would be impossible.
Once I left the bathroom I went as far as the chain would allow and called
out to Alan. There was no reply, I thought maybe he was out in the barn or
something. I would have to wait for him.
I considered just going back into his room, but decided to look in the room
I had passed to go to the bathroom.
It was another bedroom. This one too looking occupied, until I saw how
dusty everything had become.
Everything in it gave the impression of just being left where it was.
"It was my father's"  said Alan behind me.
I almost jumped out of my skin. Man he was quiet.
"You almost scared me to death." I told him.
"Sorry. I'd rather you didn't go in here."
"Oh, sure!"  I said, backing out of the room and shutting the door. 
Alan stood quietly by the stairs. Dressed in jeans and a T-shirt he seemed
a little lost in thought.  He pulled himself together and smiled. I loved
his smile.
"You look good." He said.
I blushed. Of course I looked good. I'd look good to any man naked. 
"Thanks. I remembered your invitation."
"Glad you  decided to come. I suppose you got a little help, I don't think
you could have gotten bound to that post by yourself."
"Eric helped me.  Oh, we're supposed to call him right away so he knows
you've found me, or he'll be back to release me."
Alan nodded and stepped forward. He took me in his arms and we kissed.
Slowly and deeply.
Then he picked me up and carried me back to his room.  For a while words
weren't needed as we made love quietly.
When Alan finally left to call Eric, he left me bound spread to his bed. I
was very happy about how things had gone so far. This was like a dream.
Alan came back in and sat down beside me.
"Now, how do you want to go about this?  I saw no clothing in your bags so
I'm assuming you want to spend the weekend as you did last time."
"Actually it's a week," I said quietly. "I took a week off work, if you'll
have me."
This seemed to take Alan back a moment.
"Oh," I continued, "about my clothes. I had planned on bringing some, but
Eric took them all out of my bags after he had tied me up."
This made him laugh and I smiled.
"Well, I guess that means you'll be spending most of your time as you are.
Although if you really object I'm sure I can find something for you."  As
he spoke one of his hands drifted over to my thigh and a finger rubbed
slowly up and down. It felt wonderful.
"Whatever you decide is fine by me." I said, my eyes closed.
"Look at me." he ordered.
I opened my eyes again.
"I'd love to have you here for the week. But I have to work, so understand
that I won't be able to give you my full attention a lot of the time.  I'm
sure we can think of ways to keep you occupied during those times, okay?"
I nodded, a big smile on my face.
"Are you going to keep me in bondage the whole time?" I asked.
"That's up to you. Is that what you want?"
"Oh yes!"  My enthusiasm must have been very evident for he couldn't help
grinning with me.
"All right. It will be a challenge, but I guess I'm up for it. You will be
my slave for the next week, submitting to my every whim and desire."
"Especially your desires." I replied wriggling my hips.
He laughed and leaned forward and kissed me. I was in heaven.
A short while later he had me in the kitchen cooking for him.
Again he had me in what was going to be my standard uniform while I wasn't
bound in anything else.  Ankles connected with eight inch chain and hands
cuffed together.
I had slept through lunch and we had screwed the afternoon away so I was
pretty hungry. I mixed up a salad and the two of us sat at the table
munching on it as we caught up on our separate weeks.
"How did Melissa like her weekend?" Alan asked me after a while.
"Oh, she loved it.  We met for lunch on Monday and she could talk about
nothing else. Said it was the most intense time of her life.  Funny
though..."
"What?"
"Well, we usually talk at least once every few days, but I haven't heard
from her since then. I wanted to tell her I would be coming up here, but
she never replied to her messages."
"Could something be wrong?"
"I doubt it.  Sometimes I don't hear from her for a while, and then she
pops up like nothing has happened.  It's probably nothing."
We ate in silence after that. From time to time I would catch Alan watching
me eat, my hands always together. Or he would be looking at my breasts as I
moved back and forth.
"I see your sunburn turned into a rather nice tan." he said.
I smiled.  Most of my tan lines had been wiped out by our activities last
weekend. I wondered if I would have any left by the time I left here again.
Once done with our meal, Alan had me clean up and then meet him in the den.
 Our evening was spent in front of the TV with me bound to the couch, face
up, ankles at one end, hands at the other.
He sat so I was draped across his lap, my body arched with my pelvis the
high point.  His hands and lips spent the evening caressing my body, making
me moan with desire. He would pinch my nipples or play with my clitoris
with his tongue. It was erotic torture, and I loved every second of it.
Our night was spent making love again in his bedroom, and when finally he
went to sleep, I lay spread as he had bound me, thinking about what the
week would bring.

The next morning Alan gave me a half hour in the bathroom, before sending
me down to the kitchen with a smack on my bare rump.
I cooked breakfast and when we were done with that he gagged me with a ball
gag and took me outside.
The ground was still wet from all the rain, but otherwise the sky was clear
and it looked like it would be a sunny day.
The air was still cold, however, and I shivered a little as I shuffled
after Alan through the muddy yard.
He headed for the barn and once inside he undid my bonds but left me
gagged.
Then he showed me everything I needed to know to clean out his horse's
stall and set me to work.
I would have objected, but I actually enjoyed the work, and I knew how much
Alan enjoyed watching my naked body work up a sweat.  He stood with Nelson
and seemed to hold a conversation with him. Alan would describe for Nelson
what I was doing, and how I looked doing it. How the mud from the yard had
covered my feet, how my breasts jiggled as I hefted the hay bales, how the
dirt and sweat seemed to cling to me everywhere.  I do believe this man was
turned on by my being dirty.  I shook my ass at him as a comment to his
behavior.
As before I was tired and sore by the time Alan led Nelson back into his
stall, but it was a happy tired.
Alan locked my hands behind me and hobbled my ankles again, then he took a
strap from his pocket and wrapped it around my elbows, pulling them
together.  I had only ever had this done to me once before and remembered
the stress it had put on my shoulders.  There was no denying how it looked
though. My breasts thrust out and Alan took the opportunity to kiss and
caress each nipple.
"I have a few things I need to get done in my office," he said, "So I'm
going to leave you out here for a while. I do not want you coming into the
house, otherwise you can explore out here as much as you want. Okay?"
I nodded, but I didn't know how much exploring I could do bound as I was.
Alan gave me a quick kiss and swatted my ass again before leaving me. I
stood and watched him until he went into the house, before moving.
Having only eight inches of play between your feet means that you can't
move quickly, as I found out braving the wind to reach the swimming hole. I
wanted to wash the sweat and dirt off my body and that seemed the only
place to do it.
The sun felt warm on my skin, but the wind chilled me as it dried the sweat
on my body.  The shuffling was murder too.
By the time I reached the waters edge I was pretty tired.  I braved the
cold water with a grimace as I slowly waded in. Eventually I was able to
float and turned over onto my back.
I had to be careful not to float out of my depth, my hands bound behind me
meant I couldn't swim at all, but no place I went showed any sign of the
bottom dropping out so I felt fairly safe.
The water stayed cold though, and it wasn't long before I was driven out in
search of warmth.
As I stood on the sand, the sun drying me out, I wondered what it was Alan
was doing that I couldn't see. It was probably something to do with his
work, but I hoped he was preparing something for me.
I made my way back up the path once I was dry and back into the yard.  The
ground was still muddy and squelched between my toes as I made my slow way
around, not an all together unpleasant experience. In fact the only thing I
didn't like about my current activity was the cold. I could see goose bumps
everywhere on my skin.
It wasn't until I had wondered around a couple of sheds that the ache in my
shoulders began to call out for attention.
I must have been outside for about an hour by now and I looked toward the
house in the vain hope Alan was watching me.  There was no sign of him and
I wondered if I risked heading over there to get him to loosen the elbow
strap.
Up to now, I hadn't given him any reason to punish me, and I wondered if he
was the kind of guy who would do that.  Only one of my former boyfriends
had taken to doing that once he discovered my affection for bondage. I felt
lucky to have dissolved that relationship before becoming a target for his
abuse. 
Alan was an unknown article.
It was evident he was much into the Domination side of our little hobby, by
the promise he had extracted from me. There was also the way right from the
beginning that he had referred to me as a slave girl.  
I kind of liked the attention, and I didn't object to being his slave girl
as long as he remembered we were both only playing.
For the first time since I met him I was a little nervous about Alan.
I decided to stay out a while longer and continue looking around.
The sheds I had looked at both were filled with the usual junk you find in
rural farm yards. The next one I found was fairly empty. Edging open the
door with my hands bound the way they were was difficult but not
impossible, and I found myself in a large square shed.  In one corner were
piled about a dozen crates, the walls were bare and the far end had a
workbench. Otherwise it's earthen floor was clear of debris. The windows
were very dirty and even with the sun shining full on it the light was dim.
 The air seemed dusty and dry. My mind saw possibilities in the place.
As I shuffled out, my shoulders sang out for attention and I decided to go
seek out Alan.
I shuffled across the yard and up onto the porch, taking it easy up each
step. The door was unlocked and I stepped inside. I was conscious of how
muddy my feet were but at that point my shoulders really needed some
release, so I told myself I could always clean the floor later.
His voice could be heard coming from a doorway down the hall and I made my
way down, shouldering open the half open door.
Alan was seated at a desk in front of a computer with a lot of numbers on
the screen. He was on the phone and paused in mid sentence for a moment
when he saw me.
There was no anger in his eyes, I was happy to see, but he didn't
acknowledge me either. Instead he finished his conversation and hung up the
phone.
"Now I know I told you to stay outside," he said, "so either you willfully
disobeyed me or there is something wrong. Is there something wrong?"
I nodded. and turned around and wriggled my elbows.
"Is that too tight?" He asked.
I nodded again.
He came over and examined my arms. He was loosening the strap when he
noticed the floor.
"Oh Maria.  Because you had a legitimate reason I'm not going to punish you
for coming in here, but look at what you did to my floor.  I guess we'll
have to think of a way for you to clean it up." He grinned slowly, and I
could see the mirth in his eyes.
The worry I had built up, wondering how he would react, left me and I knew
that he wasn't genuinely  angry.  I bet his punishment for messing up the
floor would be interesting rather than punishing.
It was both.
Fifteen minutes later I was on my knees scrubbing the floor with a brush.
The brush had been bound between my breasts and my nipples grazed the hard
wood floor with each pass of the brush. I had to really spread my knees in
order to get low enough to reach the floor.  Tied to the front of my face
was a large rag that I used to wet the floor with by dunking my head into a
bucket and wiping the floor.  To dry the floor another rag had been bound
to my butt.  I would have to crouch down and wipe the wet floor with this
rag and then go out on the porch and sit down on the rag to squeeze it out.
My hands and elbows were still bound behind me, although Alan had loosened
the strap around my elbows to a more comfortable setting.  I was also still
gagged and the last indignity was the butterfly vibrator strapped between
my legs set on low.
Alan told me to make sure I scrubbed every inch of the hallway, and as it
hadn't been done in a while he would be able to tell if I missed a spot.
I don't know if I loved it or hated it.
The rubbing of my nipples on the floor and the vibrations over my clit 
distracted me no end, yet my back hurt, my ass was wet as was my face.  All
in all I was reduced to a pitiful little slave girl by the time I was done.
I knew I wouldn't track mud in again.
"Very nice." was all he said when he came out to check once I had finished.
He took me by one arm and led me into his office. He had me kneel and
quickly bound my ankles to my wrists and then turned up the vibrator.
"Don't tip over." he whispered.
How I managed to stay upright I don't know. While the vibrator kept the
orgasms piling up Alan sat and watched, talking with someone on the phone. 
I loved and hated him.
Lunch was spent released of all my bonds except for my wrists, which were
locked together in front of me.
"How do you like your vacation so far?" Alan asked me.
I smiled and rubbed my thighs together.  My clit was still sending shocks
through my system and I loved it.  "I'm going to recommend this place to my
local tourist office." I told him, which made him laugh. "I do have an idea
though." I went on.
"Really? I'd love to hear it."
I asked him about the shed I had looked at. The almost empty one. He told
me that it had been a workshop for his dad, but now all the tools were
packed in those crates.
I asked him if he had any plans for it.
"Just storage." he said, puzzled.
"I'd like to see if it could be used to satisfy a fantasy of mine." I told
him.
A big grin appeared, something that appears on most men when a woman
mentions the word "Fantasy".
"Go on!" He said, very eager to hear mine.
"Well. I have always wanted to try the imprisoned damsel bit. you know?
Kept in a small cell, ravaged every once and a while by the cruel knight.
Cold chains, bread and water. you get the idea.  If we emptied out that
shed, with a little modification it could be turned into a pretty good
dungeon cell."
Alan sat back, an amazed look on his face.
"You would let yourself be put through that?" He asked.
"Sure.  I'd like to try it at least once."
"You know suddenly I have an idea.  But before I tell you about we'll have
to clean out that shed."
"Then you agree?"  I hadn't thought it would be that easy.
"Oh yes. it has lots of possibilities."
Alan seemed genuinely  pleased by my idea, and right after I had cleaned up
from lunch we went out to the shed so he could look.  All the time we were
there he would look around and mutter to himself.
He undid my wrists and the both of us started hauling out the crates,
carrying them over to the barn. It wasn't long before the shed was
completely bare of everything but the workbench.
"Looks good!" Alan said smiling.
I could only agree.
He locked my wrists together again and led me back to the house. We went up
to his bedroom where he began digging through his closet.
"I have an idea for a little scenario, if you're willing to give it a go."
he said, voice slightly muffled by all the clothes.
"What is it?" I answered.
He stood up holding a large men's dress shirt, rather worse for wear. He
unlocked my wrist cuffs and took them off my wrists, then did the same with
my ankle cuffs. For the first time in a long time I was completely naked,
not a single restraint. He handed me the shirt which I put on.
"Here's my idea," he said while he did all this. "You will play the part of
the maiden, lost in the valley. I will play the part of the dark knight. I
will give you thirty minutes to hide somewhere on my land before I come and
find you. If you can avoid me for two hours, then you win. If I find and
capture you before two hours, then I win." 
"What do I win?" I asked him, standing there in his shirt.
Alan took the shirt sleeves in his hands and ripped them off in one sudden
move. Now the shirt was sleeveless and resembled a loose fitting dress. "I
know you want to do this dungeon thing, so I had to think of something to
do with it that you would value. What you win, is the ability to say when
you've had enough. You get to come out when you want to.  What I win, is
the ability to keep you in there as long as I want to. No matter what you
say.  Is it a deal?"
Wow!  It seemed my wish was coming true with a vengeance. It would be nice
to be able to stop when I wanted, but would I be able to stay in as long as
HE wanted me to. "How will I know when the two hours are up?" I asked.
Alan dug back in the closet for a moment and came out with my watch.
Something Eric had missed when he went through my bags. "Here." he said,
giving it to me.
I had to decide. this was too good to pass up.
"All right." I told him.
He smiled. "It's 20 after right now." he said looking at his watch. "We'll
start at 30 after. Your thirty minute head start and my two hour time limit
will start then.  Don't leave the house until the time starts. My property
has a fence all around it, so I'm trusting you not to go over it. Otherwise
you have the run of the entire valley floor."
"Sounds good!"
"Right now, I'm going to get your cell ready. See you again in about an
hour?"
I laughed. "In your dreams Sir Knight!"
"Wench!" He said laughing himself.  He gave me a kiss and headed out the
door.
Not really knowing what else to do, I walked down to the front door and
waited for game time.
I was nervous. It was only hitting me now how much was riding on this. I
was gambling away a right to say no, to stop something in action.  The fact
that I was barefoot and in unknown territory began to frighten me. How was
I supposed to win?
What spurred me on when game time began was that this was a long valley and
I doubted he could cover it all in two hours.
At least I hoped so.
I moved as quickly as I could along the pathways that crisscrossed the
valley.  A lot of the land next to the stream was so heavily wooded that I
hesitated to break through in my bare feet. Outside the wooded area, the
hill sides were so bare I would easily be seen.  It seemed there were fewer
hiding places than I thought there would be.
Still, I kept going.
As I crossed through a glade I looked at my watch. It read 10 after. Alan
had already been hunting me for ten minutes.  I sped up.
I was looking for a place where I could get to the stream, and eventually I
found it. A small cut in the brush. I thought if I could get to the other
side I might have a better chance.
Standing on the bank, the stream looked to be about 10 feet wide and a
couple of feet deep. It was moving at a fair rate but I didn't think I
would have any trouble crossing it.
I stepped into the cold water and almost jumped back out again.  The still
water in the swimming hole must get warmed by the sun, but this free
flowing water was almost like ice.
I stumbled my way across and up the bank on the other side, the hem of the
shirt I was wearing wet and dark against my now cold legs.
There wasn't really much of a path for a good thirty feet through the
woods, until I broke out the other side. I decided to follow the tree line
in the hopes of finding something better.
An hour after I left the house I was beginning to despair ever finding a
hiding place when I heard the hoof beats.
Alan was riding Nelson.
That wasn't fair. Here I was barefoot and he was riding his horse, but
then, how else would a knight get about.
I listened carefully and discovered he was still on the other side of the
stream. I still had a chance.
I kept going as fast as I could, and was starting to think I might win,
when I came to the fence line.
The fence disappeared into the trees to my right and went up the hill to my
left. There was a gate, but I wasn't allowed through it.
What to do.  Turning back meant I might run into Alan. It was too soon for
that.
I followed the fence into the trees and forced my way through the
underbrush.  A popping sound told me that my shirt had caught a branch, and
the top five buttons had all come off in a row. To keep the shirt from
catching again, and to keep my breasts covered I had to hold on with one
hand and push aside branches with the other.
The ground hurt my feet and I was really getting pissed off at the whole
thing when I suddenly broke free to open ground. 
The stream was in front of me, and across it was Alan.
What a sight he was.
He was shirtless, but still wore his jeans. On his head he wore my hood. It
made him look very menacing as he sat high on his horse.
He spurred Nelson on toward me and with a shriek I turned around and headed
back the way I came.
I didn't really stand a chance. Just as I got back out the other side I
could hear Nelson huffing and puffing almost right behind me.
I ran as fast as I could but Alan overtook me easily and jumped off his
horse.
"Ah Wench!" Alan yelled. "You look like you could be a fine bit of sport.
Submit to the will of the Dark Knight!"
I almost laughed, his accent was terrible.
"Oh please Sir Knight," I replied, faking an accent of my own, "I am not
worthy of your attentions, you would do better with another."
"Another?  And you with your charms displayed before me?"
The shirt was gaping open and of course he could see everything.
"Oh please take pity on this hapless girl." I pleaded, then I darted to the
left to get by him.
He was quick, but all he got was a hand full of shirt.
Unfortunately, I was left with a lot less than that when I broke free. The
shirt was ripped off my body and I was left wearing only my watch as I ran.
The running was wearing me down. I had to hold one hand over my breasts to
stop them bouncing too hard. I knew I would have some bruises after this.
I wasn't prepared for the tackle he threw me.
We both rolled a couple of times, then he was on me.
He rolled me onto my front and quickly bound my hands behind me. Then he
did my legs and connected then all together in a hog tie. When he stood up
I felt like a calf in a rodeo calf tying contest.
"You're mine now fair maiden." he said. "Mine until I say otherwise."  Alan
showed me his watch. I still had a half hour left. I had lost.
"Oh please sir I beg your mercy and your forgiveness."
Alan laughed and reached down to tickle me.  I don't know if knights ever
did that to the maidens they captured, but soon he had me rolling with
laughter. I am very ticklish.  When he had me gasping for air he undid the
hog tie and my feet and stood me up. With a rope about my waist he led me
back to my new home.
Alan had made a few changes to the shed in the short time he had.  Most
noticeable was that he had wetted down the floor, so now it felt like damp
earth. It kept the dust down.
Hanging from the rafters against one wall, were two chains with the leather
wrist cuffs already attached. He led me over there and untied my hands,
only to lock them into the cuffs.  He quickly fitted the ring gag into my
mouth and locked it in place. 
He then picked up what looked like a metal bar with holes drilled in it and
the ankle cuffs attached at each end. A spreader bar.  With sure fingers he
locked my ankles in place and there I was. Open and vulnerable.
I was excited and frightened.
The hood came off and his sweaty face smiled at me.
"Well,"  he said, "bet you thought you were going to win huh? So did I for
a little while. Guess my luck ran better than yours. Anyway, you'll be here
for at least a couple of days, maybe longer."  His grin made me groan. He
was loving this, and to tell the truth so was I. "There's still a few more
things I want to do in here to make it more miserable for you, but I can
get to that later. In the mean time..."  He stepped forward and placed a
blindfold on me, it too was locked on with a tiny padlock. Then I felt his
hands at my sex and I writhed under the sudden attention.
I was hot, and wanted him, but he just laughed and left me alone after a
few seconds fingering.  I heard the door shut and a lock slam home.
I was alone.
The chains my wrists were attached to were long. Standing up I could reach
my head, but no amount of tugging or pulling would free me of either the
gag or the blindfold.
Sliding carefully down the wall, I found I could sit on the bare floor, but
my hands were kept high overhead in this position and my legs splayed
outwards in an obscene manner. I figured my feet were being held about
three feet apart.  Should he be willing to ravage me, there would be no way
I could stop him. The thought made me tingle all over.
The ground was wet, and smelled. The wall was concrete block and very hard
against my back.  Pretty soon I was feeling miserable. Was this what I
wanted?
I sat there thinking about my strange tastes. How normal was it to want to
bound by someone. To let herself be taken over and used strictly for
pleasure.  What was I doing here?
I had no answers.
The door opened and I heard Alan come in.
A jet of cold water hit me and I shuddered under its impact.
"You'd better drink while you can, wench!" Alan said.
I lifted my head and caught what water I could before he shut it off.
The ground I sat on felt muddy.  I bet he loved seeing me like this.
He stayed with me a while, moving about the room. I heard the chink of
chains many times as well as the sound of tools being used. Occasionally I
would hear him swear and once when I giggled he took the hose to me again
and soaked me down in cold water.
A while later I felt him directly in front of me, and a sense of pressure
on  the spreader bar showed he was putting his weight on it.  I was
unprepared for his tongue on my sex and it made me jump.  I had to sit and
take it while he tongued my clitoris almost to orgasm, before getting up
again.
I bucked my hips and moaned, not wanting to be denied.
"It seems my fair maiden has a bit of slut in her after all." he said.
"Look at her rutting away. I guess I can find something to keep her
occupied for a while."
The spreader bar was pulled and I was dragged part way from the wall. My
butt was almost lifted from the ground, and I hung from my wrists.  There
was a pounding sound, and the spreader bar seemed anchored in place. Then
some more pounding as something was driven into the ground right in front
of my pussy.  Whatever it was, it only just touched. If I strained I could
rub it a little harder.
"Better?" he asked.  "Here, lets try this."
The object at my pussy began to vibrate. Its stimulation was powerful, but
I could only feel it if I strained. The bastard was going to make me really
work for the orgasm I desperately wanted.
"I'll check back on you later."  He said, and left.
My body felt tight, like a bow string. Lifting my hips to brush against the
vibrator took a lot of muscle power. Yet I felt I just needed a little push
to get me going over the edge. I grew tired quickly though, and the
frustration of it all made me cry.
Damn Alan was good at this!
It was to a very tired and sexually beaten woman that Alan returned to a
few hours later.
I heard him come in and pull the vibrator out from the ground between my
legs. I then felt another set of manacles go around my wrists and a collar
fastened around my neck. My hands were released from the wrist cuffs that
suspended me, and I sank to the floor in relief.  The manacles around my
wrists were immediately connected to my collar.  The spreader bar was
released from the ground, but stayed attached to me.
I was pulled along the muddy dirt floor until I could lay flat.  Alan's
naked body came down onto mine and he entered me with ease.  I seemed to
cum forever as he pumped into me. Joining me at the end with an orgasm of
his own.
He lay on me only a short while before climbing off me without a word. A
moment later my blindfold was taken off.  It was night time. The only light
in the shed came from the open doorway. Light spilled in from the yard
light outside.
Alan stood at the doorway, still naked and smiling. He pointed to where a
plate and cup lay on the ground near by and then stepped out, closing and
locking the door behind me.
It was pitch black. Alan must have covered the windows for there was no
light to be seen.  I waited to see if my eyes would adjust, but there was
no improvement.
I sat up, hands locked to my throat and legs locked wide open, and tried to
remember where the plate was.
It took some effort but I managed to flip over onto my front. What the
hell, I might as well get muddy all over.
In this position I was able to use my elbows and knees to work my way
forward to where I though the plate was.  I was fairly accurate in my
direction finding and hit it with my left elbow.  The plate had a few
slices of bread on it, and the cup held more water.
Well, I had asked for bread and water.
Eating with the ring gag, meant basically tearing the bread into tiny
pieces and washing them down with water.  I couldn't chew anything.
Once the bread was gone, I saw no reason for any further activity, so I lay
my head down and fell asleep where I lay.

I woke up when something hard pushed the spreader bar. Before I knew it I
was on my knees, my head still resting in the dirt which pushed my ass up
high.  Hands reached for my breasts and my pussy was invaded as my visitor
plunged deep into me.  I was overwhelmed by the ruthlessness of it all, but
that didn't stop my body from responding. I almost came when felt his hot
semen pump into me, but he pulled out too soon, and with a howl of
frustration I was left alone once more.

I woke up, an ache in my bladder and bowls. I crawled until I was stopped
by a chain connected to my collar, and slowly got to my widely spread feet.
I relieved myself and then waddled carefully away.
It was still pitch black, my senses were filled with the smell of what I
had just done.  I hoped I wouldn't crawl there by accident.

The door opened, bright sunlight. Then it was closed.
A single flame lit up the dark room.  A candle.  Alan put it down on the
workbench.
"How are you doing?"  he asked.
I shrugged my shoulders. It was hard to be specific gagged as I was. I was
lying on my back again, but otherwise my position hadn't, and couldn't,
change.
He looked concerned as he ran his hands over me, but a smile appeared when
he found no serious injury.
"Do you want to stop?"
I thought for a moment, then shook my head.
"Good. I don't think you should either."
He stepped over me and undid his pants. His cock sprung out already at full
attention. A moment later he was taking full advantage of the ring gag by
plunging himself directly into my open mouth.  My tongue was pushed out of
the way by the head of his penis and I had to concentrate on not choking as
he pumped away. The hot gush of semen overflowed my mouth and I could feel
it run down my cheeks. I swallowed what I could.
Alan pulled out, smiling, and did up his pants.
He went over and picked up the plate, and then left the shed again.
In the candle light I looked around.  I was about where I was when he first
chained me up, just a couple of feet away from the wall.  My toilet spot
was a few feet to my right and the bench a few feet the other way.
The chain that ran to my collar was connected to the leg of the workbench.
No way was it long enough for me to be able to reach the door. 
The candle flickered, and went out.

Over the next few hours, days, Alan visited me at infrequent intervals.  He
would sometimes bring in the hose, to keep the floor wet and muddy. He
would bring in my bread and water, and always make me crawl for it.
And he would screw me, both vaginally and orally.  I existed in that room
for his sexual pleasure only.  I got my wish all right. I was completely
his prisoner. He used my body and kept me alive. I survived on bread,
water, and the large amount of his cum that he pumped down my throat any
chance he got. My bonds were never released, not even the ring gag. 
Then it all changed.
"Maria. Maria. Come on, wake up."
I groaned.
I felt his hands at my feet and the spreader bar came off, then he lifted
me up and carried me out of the shed.
It was dark outside, but the yard light was bright enough to stun my light
starved eyes. Apart from an occasional dim candle, I had been kept in the
dark the whole time.
Alan carried me into the house, up the stairs and into the bathroom.  The
tub had been filled and he lay me gently in the water.
As he spoke he removed my gag and all my other restraints.
"There's a problem, it's Melissa."  He said.
"Huh?" I was still gagged.
"She's in trouble. She called about 15 minutes ago. Apparently she has been
with Eric since you last saw her and he has been pretty rough on her. She
made it to a phone and called me for help."
"Is she all right?"  My voice felt so horse, but it was nothing against my
concern for Melissa.
"I don't know. I don't think so. She pleaded with me to come get her.  She
said she was alone at his house and didn't expect him back soon. Said I was
to hurry."
What could have happened to her?  My mind had a hard time grasping it all
after what I had just been through myself.
"You have to go." I said.
Alan unlocked the last of my restraints and stood up. "Yes. I know.  I'll
be back in a couple of hours. Look, I hate to leave you like this..."
"Go, go! Go rescue my friend!" I pleaded with him.
He nodded and started for the door.  Something occurred to me.
"Alan?"
"Yes?"
"What day is it?"
He looked rather startled, and glance at his watch. "Its Wednesday, about
11:30 pm."  he said, and vanished.
I was in there for three days. Only three days. It seemed like a lot
longer. I found it easier to concentrate on Melissa, and what her problem
could be.  Didn't Alan say that she had been with Eric since Monday?  That
meant she was with him, probably in his house, when I was there Saturday
morning.
He hadn't said a word. He must have done something to her.
My thoughts ran wild as I went through the automatic motions of bathing.  I
stunk really bad. I had dried mud and other stuff encrusted everywhere.  My
hair was more like a helmet and it took a lot of careful manipulations to
get all the mud and dried cum out.  At one point I got out of the tub,
drained and rinsed it, and refilled it.  The muscles of my hips and thighs
were tired from being spread open so long, and if I wasn't concentrating,
would spread apart all by themselves they were so used to the position. My
cheeks and jaw were very sore from being held open all that time. Yet I was
vaguely satisfied in a way. 
My thoughts kept returning to Melissa though.
When finally done soaking the pain away, I dug through Alan's closet in the
hope of finding something to wear.  In the end I just put on one of his
T-shirts and left it at that. There was no real need for me to get dressed
at all, except I needed a little bit of normality to counter the events of
the past few days and the current crisis.
My third stop was the kitchen, for something other than bread and cum and
water.
I was sitting outside on the porch, belly full and head spinning with
worry, when lights in the darkness proved to be Alan's truck coming down
the driveway.
He pulled to a stop and got out, walking around to the other side.  He
helped the small figure out of the truck and I ran out to meet them.
It was Melissa. Wrapped in a blanket.  Her eyes were red and she was
shaking. I hugged her and she pulled back.
"Don't hold her." Alan said. "She's been whipped."
I put my hand to my mouth, I was shocked.
I took one of Melissa's hands in my own and at last she looked up into my
eyes.  Her spirit was gone.  I led her up the steps and into the house,
with Alan following behind.
We took her upstairs and pulled the blanket from her unresisting fingers. 
She was nude underneath and I could see why.  Welts and scars covered her
skin from neck to thighs, all down her back. Her front was in better shape
but her breasts and belly showed signs of being whipped also.
Her wrists, ankles, neck and crotch also showed a lot of rope burns and
chaff marks. She also stank and was covered in what looked like dried sperm
and excrement.
"I have some stuff we can apply to her wounds, if you can get her cleaned
up a bit first." Alan whispered to me. "Lets see if we an get her to take
some painkillers. "
I nodded not daring to speak.
I held both her hands and felt her slowly tighten her grip on mine. She
looked exhausted. I never felt so low.
Alan came back with a glass of water and some pills.  I got Melissa to take
them and then we got her to climb into the shower in the bathroom. 
She stood legs apart, arms and head resting against the shower wall, while
the water poured around her. I took a wash cloth and wiped away the
majority of the gunk that was sticking to her skin, but was afraid to scrub
too hard. Once we had dried her, we got her to lie down on the bed on her
front.
Alan left me alone while I carefully applied the lotion he had given me to
all of her whip marks. Every time I touched her she winced and it broke my
heart.
I told her that she was safe and that she would be okay. I told her how
much I loved her and that I wished I could take her pain for her.  I just
kept talking as I worked, trying to reassure, to comfort.  
Not once did she say anything.
When at last she fell asleep, I went downstairs to find Alan. He was in the
den sitting in the dark, a glass of something in his hand.
"Tell me." I said.
He described the scene he found when he got to Eric's.
At first he thought the house was empty, but noise from up stairs drew his
attention.
He found Melissa in a bedroom that had been converted into a bondage
playroom. She was hanging upside down naked from the ceiling. Her hands
were cuffed  and two large dildos had been inserted in her. On the floor
under her was a jacket on which Alan had found a cell phone. A tipped over
chair in front of her showed where the jacket had hung. Melissa had
apparently managed to swing forward enough to grab the jacket and reach the
phone.
Alan quickly searched the house but found no sign of Eric.
He unhooked Melissa from the hooks she hung from, and quickly undid all her
bonds.  All she would say to him was that they had to hurry and get out.
Moving her was agony for both of them, but he eventually got her out to his
truck in a blanket and brought her back here.
"The walls were padded," he told me. "She could have screamed all night and
no one would have heard her.  He had whips and sticks and stuff hung from
hooks all over the place.  I don't know how long he had been whipping her,
but some of those marks look half healed compared to others."
I sat on his lap and hugged him, his arms curling around me.
"I hope to God I haven't hurt you like that." he said, almost sobbing.
I began to reassure him, as I had Melissa.  I told him that nothing he had
done had hurt me, that everything we did had been with my consent, even the
stuff in the shed. I told him I knew he would never treat me like that. 
Especially now that I had seen his reaction to it.
He took a sip of his drink, and asked me if Melissa was sleeping. I told
her she was. 
He suggested I spend the night with her and then carefully lifted me off
his lap and walked out the door.
I stood by the front door and waited. I didn't hear his truck start so I
assumed that he was just taking a walk outside and went up to bed.
Peeling off my T-shirt I crawled under the covers next to Melissa, and fell
into a dreamless sleep.



End of Part 3 




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