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Author Note: The following chapter contains some sadistic violence. I
neither subscribe, nor endorse what happens here. It is only here to
advance the plot.




More Tales from the Valley  Part 1




I lie in the dark, crying.

I don't know how long I have been here.  I have lost all track of
time.  I know it has been days, maybe more than a week.

My keeper has no interest in telling me how long I have been here, or
anything else for that matter.

All I am to him is something to be used sexually.  

The growling in my stomach reminds me that it has been a long time
since I had eaten anything. I hope he brings me food next time he
comes.

The ring gag I wear hasn't been removed since I got here. It was never
meant to be worn for so long.  The ring pushes against sores behind my
teeth, and my jaws are numb from being held open.

I pull, uselessly at my bonds. They too hadn't changed since I was
brought here.  My wrists, encased in leather cuffs, are locked
together behind my back, my ankles also encased in leather, are held
wide apart by the thick wooden pole between them.

The aches caused by my limbs being held in these positions, have long
since blended into the other pains I had to endure.

My keeper, delighted in whipping me each time he came down here, and
found my breasts and pussy to be especially pleasing targets.

I shift slightly on the sand that covers the floor of my domain,
forever trying to find that one comfortable position that would give
me relief from my agonies. I knew it was impossible though. The pain
in my side made sure of that. 

I feel very weak from lack of real food, lack of water, and the
injuries inflicted upon me. Even unbound, I doubt I could escape or
get very far even if I did.

Now I have a very real understanding of what Melissa went through at
the hands of Eric. My crying was as much for her as it was for me.

God, I wish he would bring food this time.

You may wonder if I had made a big mistake coming to live with Alan,
to have wound up like this. But I have to tell you that Alan is
innocent of the abuse I am now suffering. I have a different keeper
now.





I had been living with Alan for several weeks. Several very happy
weeks.

Alan had proved to be a very caring 'Master'. Not pushing me any
faster than I could take it.

Admittedly, I was a little disappointed that I didn't spend as much
time in strict bondage as I would have liked, but my time with him
wasn't spent in idleness either.

He put me to work keeping his house clean, as well as taking over the
care of his horse.  The daily tasks he set me served a duel purpose,
he told me. First, it kept things clean and tidy, something he
admitted he wasn't good at, and second, it provided me with daily
exercise I would not have gotten if all I did was sit around being
tied up.

I had to concede his point.  Hauling around the hay and feed for
Nelson had put me in good shape. It was weight training and aerobic
exercise in one.  There were also the daily walks Alan took on his
horse, with yours truly following along behind on foot as usual. Of
course, during these outings I would be bound to the horse via a long
rope or chain.

I had also been pretty much nude since I got there, apart from one
time when Alan gave me clothes on a trip into the city to see Melissa.
Even then I didn't get the clothing until we got there, and it was
taken away from me when we left.

I would spend more time telling you of some of the fun things we had
tried those first weeks, but I have to go on with my story.

It was a cool day. Fall had come and it was getting a bit cold for me
to spend much time outside naked, so more of my bondage time was spent
in the house.

I was just getting into enjoying a good hogtie that Alan had put me
in, when he came back into the room after answering the phone.

Alan began untying the ropes that held me.  "Just got a call from the
Sheriff's office."  he told me.

At once I got nervous. It had been so long since we had heard from
anyone about Eric's death, that I had thought the matter closed.
Evidently I was wrong.

I would have voiced the thought, but at the time I was still gagged.

"There's someone coming to talk to us. That deputy that was with the
sheriff when he was here. You may remember him. Any way, he wants to
see both of us, so for a while we'll have to act like a normal
couple."  Alan smiled, his evil smile.  "Except for this of course."
He had by now untied my legs,but my hands were still bound.  He showed
me what he was talking about.  A butt plug.

Only recently had he began introducing me to the uses a butt plug
could be put to, and I was still uncertain as to whether I liked it or
not.

He already had it lubricated, and slowly pushed it home. The
indescribable feeling of it going in always sent a shiver up my spine,
and the pop as my sphincter closed over the narrow end, always made me
jump.

"I want you to keep that in you while the deputy is here. I'm not
going to put a belt on you to help you hold it in, but I know you can
do it, Beautiful!"

I loved it when he called me that!

He finished untying me, and removed my gag. Then he handed me some
clothes. Long, but loose pants and a long sleeved shirt to hide the
rope marks on my skin. We both knew that they wouldn't fade for a
while.

As I dressed, I asked Alan if he knew what the deputy wanted.

"He just wanted to talk to us, he said. Maybe he is going to let us
know how the case stands." Alan replied.

I was understandably nervous about this. What was going to happen?

We didn't have to wait long before the deputy showed up, briefcase in
hand. Palmer, I think his name was.

It was indeed the same one that had accompanied the sheriff in the
past, and we received him in the living room.

As I preceded the men into the room, I tried to walk normally, the
rubber intruder in my ass never let me forget it was there. Sitting
down was an action that always made me hold my breath, but I think I
carried it off okay.  I looked up at the deputy, and noticed he was
watching me closely. I began to blush. Had he noticed the way I was
walking?  I know cops are trained observers, but still.

Alan offered him a drink, but he refused. Instead he waited until we
were all sitting before launching into his speech, for a speech it
was.

"I'm not going to waste any time here." he said, digging into his
case. "I have here, in the forensic reports of the crime scene, all
the proof I need to take you away Mr. Wells."

I gasped, and Alan stiffened. Our visitor didn't give us time to react
further.

"I have here the report on the tire that blew, and how it was cut open
by a high speed projectile. I have a report on the ground where the
tire blew, and the recovery of a .22 caliber shell. This was enough to
prompt me to look in your truck one afternoon while you were in town.
Sure enough, through the window I saw a rifle that could have fired
that shot. I'm sure that ballistics would prove that it fired the
bullet that caused the death of Eric Maximer.

"This is all I really need to bring you in and seize the weapon. From
that, and your statement, I think I could make things very
uncomfortable for you as far as the law is concerned. Who knows, I may
even be able to get enough together to send you to trial."

"You can't prove anything."  Alan said slowly.

"Maybe," said Palmer. "Maybe not. In any case its only part of what I
found out about you.

"You know its amazing the things people do when they think they are
alone. I know this guy that likes to walk around his home dressed in
nothing but lace garter belts, stockings, and a fancy lace push up
bra.  What he doesn't know is that from a certain position on the road
that runs past his home, you can see into his normally well screened
living room. An unscrupulous man could take advantage of someone like
that. A  man in his position should be more careful, oh yes, he is a
pretty important man in this town.

Still, what a man or a woman does in their own home should be their
business, don't you think?

"Take this couple I know.  They live out of town, lots of private land
around their home. It gives them a certain privacy that few of us can
afford, and they don't waste it.

One afternoon, while poking around a hill side looking for clues to a
murder I'm investigating, I hear the sound of a horse and rider. I
duck down, so I can see who it is without them seeing me, and am I
surprised at what I see. Running just behind the horse is this naked
woman. Now she is a looker, and I have to admit I took a moment to
admire her curves before I notice that her mouth is gagged and her
hands are tied.

"Now I did think for a moment, that maybe the rider was up to no good,
but the way the woman ran, without struggling to get away, made me
stop and think.

"I started to follow. Without them seeing me I eventually tracked them
to their home, where the rider gets off his horse and the couple
embraces. He goes into the house and the woman leads the horse into
the barn, coming out a little while later, still bound and gagged, but
evidently not in any distress what so ever.

"I visit them fairly often after that, with my camera of course."
Deputy Palmer reached into his briefcase once more and pulled out some
large photos. They clearly showed Alan and myself playing our bondage
games. In all those pictures I was nude, and some of them were so
clear that even the more sexually explicit things we had tried were
clearly visible.

I turned away from the pictures. Unable to look at either them or the
deputy any more.  Alan was very stoic. He glanced down at the photos,
as if only to confirm they existed. Otherwise he didn't take his eyes
off Palmer.

"What do you want?"  Alan asked, his voice hard.

Palmer smiled. His first since he came in the house.

"About a week after Eric Maximer's death. Sheriff Bates handed me the
case, telling me that if I found anything significant, I was to let
him know about it.  It's been so long that I know he probably thinks
this is a dead end case, but if I were to give him these files, I know
that would open his eyes.

"You haven't seen my boss in action.  If he believes you murdered Eric
Maximer, he wont stop until he puts you away for good."

"What do you want?" Alan repeated. 

Palmer reached down and picked up some of the photos. He paged through
a few of them for a moment before continuing. "These pictures, of you
and the lovely Maria. I wonder what  the reaction around town would be
if they suddenly started appearing everywhere. I know you work alone,
Wells, but Miss Imus here has a job in the city. At least she did
have. How would your co-workers react to seeing these pictures,
Maria?"

Alan stood up. He was as mad as I had ever seen him. His face was red,
and his fists were clenched.

Palmer wasn't moved. He looked up calmly into Alan's face.

"Assaulting a police officer will get you nowhere. All bets are off at
that point. The sheriff finds out about the files, and the photos
become public knowledge. You loose your only chance to deal."

I watched Alan stand there, for what seemed like ages, before he
slowly sat back down.

Palmer waited a minute more, before going on.

"I told you I wasn't here to waste any time. But I did want to make
sure that you knew what was at stake. Now that I think you do, I'll
tell you what I want.  I want Maria."

Again I gasped. Alan said a firm NO.

"Oh, not to keep. Just to borrow for a little while. You guys were
having so much fun that I thought I might want to give it a try."

"Out of the question. Pick something else." Alan said.

"There is nothing else. Either I get Maria for a little while, or you
go to jail for murder and her reputation is ruined."

"No!" Alan yelled.

"Yes." I whispered.

This of course, stopped the conversation.

"You can't. I won't allow it." Alan said to me.

"We don't have a choice." I pleaded. I was almost crying, but I could
see that going along with this horrendous plan was the only way out
for us. I looked at it as punishment for lying in the first place.

Alan, I saw, was confused. He was still angry, but now some of that
anger was directed at me for giving in so quickly.

"We need to talk about it for a while." Alan said to Palmer.

"Sounds like she has already made her decision." Palmer replied.

"We need time!"

"Time is something you don't have! When I leave in a few minutes it
will be either to take Maria home, or to go give the sheriff these
files."

Alan sat frozen. I could see the emotions struggling within him. I
stood up, slowly and bent forward to kiss him on the cheek, before
walking slowly to Palmer's side.

"Be a good girl," Palmer said to me, "and go collect some of your
toys. Meet me by my car."

I slowly left the room and went upstairs. My mind was awash with
second thoughts and regrets.

I don't really remember what I gathered together, but I had a bag full
of stuff with me when I stood next to Deputy Palmer's squad car.

Palmer was waiting for me, standing by the car. Alan was on the porch.
He made a move to grab me as I passed him, but I pushed past. I didn't
want to use him as an excuse to do what I really wanted to do, which
was run screaming into the trees.

Palmer took the bag, and put in on the front seat, then he took out
his police cuffs and turned me around so my back was to him.

"Might as well start right now." He said as he snapped the cuffs on
me.

He opened the back door and helped me in as if I was a crook being
arrested.  As we drove away, I looked out the back window, but Alan
was gone.





I shift once more, the sharp pain on one side of my chest reminding me
of the worst beating I ever had at my keeper's hands.





It happened the first night I was here.

As soon as we had arrived at Palmer's home, he had me strip of all my
clothes. I had hardly discarded my pants when he began running his
hands all over me. It seemed that after watching me through telephoto
lenses for so long, now he had the chance to touch me he wasn't going
to waste it.

I closed my eyes, and endured his touch, trying to find some pleasure
in it by imagining it was Alan who was running his hands all over me,
but a tug at my rear swiftly deepened my shame.

"What's this?" Palmer asked, smirking.

Another tug, and the butt plug Alan had put in me was pulled quickly
from me.

Palmer started laughing.

"You mean the whole time you were sitting there you had this stuck up
your ass?"  He asked me.

I nodded, eyes down.

He tossed the plug to one side and resumed his inspection of my body.
Then he left me and started digging in the bag I had brought.

He came up with the leather wrist and ankle cuffs and had me put them
on.  His amusement turned to anger though, when he found out that
while everything came with little padlocks, there were no keys. Alan
still had those.

Palmer dragged me over to a straight backed chair and with a good deal
of rope, tied me to it. He then popped a ball gag in my mouth and
buckled it behind my head.

When he was done, he stormed out of the house, telling me he was going
to buy some locks.

I struggled in my bonds. The ropes in many places were way too tight.
I knew then that my keeper had no practice at this kind of thing what
so ever.  That scared me a lot.

An amateur like him could injure me without knowing it. As it was I
hoped he would be back before my hands grew too numb.

He was back fairly soon, and before long he had traded in the ropes
for the locking cuffs.  At least now I was more comfortable.  My hands
were locked behind me, and my feet were cuffed together and he carried
me over to his couch and laid me flat.

Palmer started telling me how great it was I was there, and how much
fun we would have, all the time pinching and caressing me like he
couldn't believe I was real.

He acted like a boy at Christmas, having gotten the present he had
been bugging his parents for all year long.

I wish I could have shared his enthusiasm, but I was terrified.

Soon he settled down and began experimenting with some of the things
in the bag.  

For a while he would tie me to things, and use his hands to sexually
stimulate me. He was pretty successful at this, for my body, so
conditioned to respond in a sexual manner to this kind of stimulus,
didn't care who was actually providing it. My nipples hardened, my
juices flowed. I felt betrayed by my own body as he easily coaxed
orgasm after orgasm out of me.

He thought he was hot shit, being able to make me respond to almost
everything he tried.  It wasn't long before he got naked himself and
began to fuck me.

By this time I was grateful for the blindfold he had put on me at some
point. At least I didn't have to look at that leering face as he
huffed and puffed over me.

Hours later, I was eventually bound in the position that got me into
trouble.

He had found the ring gag and had put in on me, taking full advantage
of it by forcing his prick in my mouth over and over again.
Eventually he set us up with him sitting on the couch, and me kneeling
between his legs.  My head was tied with rope to his crotch, his penis
inserted though the ring gag and laying on my tongue.  There was no
way I could pull back and get the disgusting thing out of my mouth.
Instead I was told to keep my tongue moving, making him hard in my
mouth and eventually bringing him off, before starting the process all
over again.

I don't know how much of his cum I had swallowed, but I knew by this
time I had quite literally milked him dry. It was getting harder and
harder to bring him to orgasm and I felt even he was getting bored
with what we were doing.

I was then very surprised when he began to pee.

Suddenly my mouth and throat was filled with a hot burning fluid.  I
started choking, and tried to pull back, to get away from him. I
struggled, my hands useless behind me.

It seemed the stream would never stop, and I remember Palmer laughing
at my futile attempts to escape.

That's when my stomach rebelled. Already queasy from the diet of
straight cum it had to ingest, it suddenly contracted and I vomited.

I thought I was going to die.

Both my mouth and nose were plugged up with vomit and piss.

I began to struggle wildly, in a desperate attempt to find some air.

I could hear Palmer yelling and swearing, calling me a cunt and a
whore. He was hitting my back and head as he yelled.

I don't know if I managed to pull free by myself, or if he let me go,
but just when I thought I might pass out, his dick was pulled out of
my mouth and I could breath.

I lay gasping on the floor, the contents of my stomach spraying
everywhere as I coughed up everything I had swallowed. All I was
conscious of was that I could breath again.

Then the whipping started.

The stick he was using on me was thin and long, and it must have been
something he had gotten himself, which meant he had already planned on
whipping me at some point.

The pain as each strike landed was almost enough to make me forget
about breathing. I gasped and screamed as blow after blow rained down.
At one point he stopped whipping me and started to kick me, causing
the pain in my side that worried me so much now.

Through it all he screamed at me and called me every name he could
think off, until, his anger spent, he collapsed on the floor beside
me.

We lay there side by side for a few minutes, both breathing heavily.
My skin felt hot from all the blows it had taken, and the pain in my
side seemed to all but consume me.

Palmer stood up and walked over to one corner of the room.

I followed him with my eyes, terrified at what he might do next.

He kicked aside a rug that lay on the hard wood floor, and reached
down to pull on a trap door that had been hidden under it.  I cried
out when he started dragging me over to  the open trap door, and
almost stopped breathing altogether due to the pain when he shoved me
through to drop to the ground below.

I must have passed out, for the next thing I knew I was laying on my
back, legs spread wide, with Palmer on top of me pumping away at my
pussy.

>From that moment on that's all I ever saw of him.

I was never untied, never moved from this room.

My cell was a 9x12 hole in the ground with a sand for the floor. The
only light coming from the open trap door.

Palmer would come down a ladder he stuck through the hole, and fuck me
in the ass or mouth until he came. Then if I was lucky he would give
me water, or mushed up table scraps to eat.  If I was unlucky, which
was most of the time, he would whip me instead, although he never
kicked me again. he would then climb back out and shut the trap door,
plunging the room into total darkness.

At first, when alone, I would try to crawl around the room, in a vain
effort to stay away from my own waste, but eventually I grew too weak
to move and simply relieved myself where I lay.

Palmer didn't seem to mind. He would fuck me anyway.

After a while I began to think I would die there.







I still think I may.  The pain in my ribs makes me wonder if I have
broken one. My breathing is labored and I feel fluid in my lungs.

My head is killing me from lack of water, and my skin has been rubbed
so raw by the sand and the whipping that every move is agony.

As I lay here, I think about Alan, and how I wish he was here to help
me. How I wish I had listened to him.

I feel very alone.

Noises from above. Footsteps.  Palmer must be home again.

My fear begins to rise. Just knowing he is up there is more than I
could stand. 

I knew he would be down soon, and that terrified me. Would it be
another beating?  I really didn't care how he fucked me anymore. I was
even way past even worrying if my birth control was still effective.
All that mattered to me was whether there would be more pain.  I found
myself wishing that this time he would end it all. That he would end
my suffering by whipping me to...That was the handle to the trapdoor
being handled.

I begin to whimper as the door is raised and light from the room above
blinded me.

I close my eyes, already screaming, pleading behind my gag.

I taste blood as the hard metal of the ring grinds against the
sensitive flesh behind my teeth, but that is pain I can ignore.

I hear a thump as he lands behind me.  He begins talking to me.

I cry out louder, not hearing his words.

My body begins shuddering, shaking, rebelling at his touch even though
he hasn't touched me yet.  He always fucked me before whipping me but
I prepared myself for the whipping in any case.

A hand at my should and I jump and scream louder.

Oh please!  Please!

Two hands, on either side of my face and a voice commanding me to open
my eyes.

I close them tighter, but the voice doesn't let up. A part of me
wonders what he would do if I disobey him, so I wrench my eyes open.

It takes me a few moments to recognize the face in front of me.

Alan!

I begin to hear his words, the tone of his voice, soothing, and
gentle.  It calms me down, until I realize that Palmer must be close
by somewhere and my fear rises again.

I feel Alan reach behind my head, unbuckling the strap that holds the
ring gag in me.

His expression tries to remain natural as he pulls the blood soaked
ring from my mouth, but I can see how upsetting it is for him. The
muscles of my jaw, so long denied, add their pain to the agony I
already suffered.

Alan asks me questions I don't understand until I realize he is asking
how badly I am hurt. 

I try to reply, but my mouth wont obey me.

He calls out to someone. Lisa?  No Melissa?  I can't tell.

Someone else drops through the hole and I feel a wet cloth being wiped
on my face.  More water is passed between my lips, but I choke on it.
Instead the wet cloth is pushed into my mouth, and my jaw is
comfortably held open by it.

I feel many hands caressing my body. I shudder again, remembering how
such caresses are usually followed with pain.

Only this time there is no pain, other than when they press upon a
particularly sensitive spot. My reaction when they push against my
side makes them pause.

Voices discuss my injuries, but they begin to fade into the distance,
and I can hear them only faintly.







The pain in my side is blossoming. I feel a pull under my armpits. I
open my eyes to find myself hanging from the ceiling of my little
room, what was Palmer doing to me now. 

Then I remembered that Alan is here somewhere.

I look up.  I am hanging from a rope that was pulling me toward the
trap door. Alan wasn't there but a familiar face smiles down at me. It
was Melissa.  The rope hauls me closer, and she reaches out to guide
me.

The rope pulls again, and the pain in my side explodes, sending me
into darkness.







I wake, aware I am moving.

Something is different. My hands, they lay at my sides instead of
behind me.  My legs, they lay together instead of wide apart.

I open my eyes and look down. 

I am lying in the bed of a pick up, Melissa beside me, cradling my
head.

I am covered in a blanket, but still attached to my feet I can see the
two broken halves of the wooden bar that had held my legs so far apart
for so long.

I lift my head, and Melissa tells me I will be okay.

I smile and so does she, then she leans forward to kiss me.

I fall asleep once more, beginning to believe that maybe what she said
was true.





"...dehydrated, but we have an I.V. putting fluids back into her, so
that won't be a problem much longer. My main concern is for her
cracked ribs. She was lucky that none of them actually broke and
pierced her lung, but an infection has set in that we need to treat
with antibiotics."

Who was speaking?  I couldn't see. I thought for a moment that I was
blindfolded, but slowly realize I was just very sleepy. My body feels
numb, I can hardly feel anything. Even my mind seems to work only in
slow motion.

It feels wonderful.

"What about her whip marks, Doctor?  How bad are they?"

Another voice. This one seems familiar.  It takes a moment for me to
figure out it was Melissa, by then the doctor was speaking again.

"The injuries are bad. I haven't seen anything like them before. She
will have scaring over many areas of her body, but otherwise she will
recover fully.  Look, she's been beaten, terribly. I have to report
this to the authorities. You have to tell them who did this."

"You do what you have to do, Doctor. But first make sure that she's
going to be okay."

Scars?  My evidently drugged mind mulls this over for a moment before
it catches the second part of the doctor's statement.  I begin to
panic.  Visions of Deputy Palmer coming in to take me away again flash
through my mind. 

I struggled to open my eyes and call out.

"She's stiring again Doctor."  another voice said.

My eyes half open, I catch a glimpse of Melissa standing at the foot
of the bed, a tall bald man in a white coat standing with her.

She is looking at me, and moves around to stand beside me when she
sees me open my eyes.

"Maria, Maria?  can you hear me, Sweety?"  she asks me softly.

I open my mouth, and try to talk, but no sounds come out.

"She shouldn't be disturbed. You'll have to go wait in the waiting
room." I hear the doctor say.

I was frantic, mouthing words I wished I could voice. What ever it was
they had given me, it was strong.

Melissa leaned close, her ear to my mouth. "Go on, Sweety. What are
you trying to say."

I manage a horse, almost silent whisper. "No police."

Melissa nodded, before being gently pulled away by the nurse.

The doctor leaned over me, a small flashlight shining in my eyes for a
moment, then I saw the nurse inject something into my I.V. line, and
everything went black.









End of Part 1





More Tales from the Valley    Part 2









I awoke with a tremendous urge to pee.

It was a hell of a thing to wake up with I know. Kinda like waking up
with a hangover, like the one I felt I had right now.  

What had I been doing last night.

I opened my eyes and it all came back to me.

It took two nurses to finally calm me down from my screaming fit, and
I don't even remember standing up on my bed.  They helped me down
slowly, and helped me to the bathroom once I had calmed enough to
indicate my need.

I felt terrible, like something the cat dragged OUT!

Every move brought forth a ripple of pain from all my muscles.

The nurse who helped me into the bathroom was a godsend. She didn't
seem at all squeamish in helping me go through my absolutions, not
even when I found it too painful to even wipe myself.  How I would
hate to have her job.

She helped me back to bed while I apologized for my screaming, and
after she left I was at last able to relax and look around.

It was a comfortable looking hospital room, with a large window that
showed only sky from my angle on the bed.

The bed was typical hospital issue, and I lay on it covered only in a
sheet. I had noticed, on my trip to and from the bathroom, that I was
wearing one of those open backed hospital gowns, fastened only at the
neck.

I pulled aside the sheet the nurse had so carefully tucked around me,
and pulled away the gown to get a look at what was left of my body.

I shuddered at what I saw.

Almost everywhere I was a mass of color. Black and blue and yellow and
a very violent red.  My thighs had sterile pads taped to them in
spots, and so did my buttocks.  Around my chest was wound a very tight
bandage with some stiff supports along my left side. This, I assumed,
was taking care of my ribs.  I also had an I.V. stuck in one hand.

Every place I poked and prodded hurt.

I was just pulling the covers back over me in disgust when the door
opened to allow what I assumed was my doctor to enter.

It was the same bald man I had seen earlier, but this time he was
smiling. It was a warm, gentle smile, and I found myself smiling in
response. He was followed by the nurse who had helped me use the
bathroom.

"Hello," he said, "I'm Doctor Fargo. I'm responsible for your care
while you're here. How are you feeling?"

"Painful." I answered honestly, working my jaw a little. It hurt to
talk too. "Are either of my friends here?"

A small frown crossed the doctor's face.  "Before I answer any of your
questions, would you mind if I examined you again?"  He asked.

I nodded, wondering why he had dodged the question.

The doctor proceeded to examine me, taking care not to manipulate me
too much. He would ask what hurt and how much as he worked.  He also
gave me what I thought of as a brief neurological exam, both in how I
reacted to stimuli and through simple questions about my past.  He
seemed satisfied about my progress, and told me basically what he had
told Melissa before I had blacked out.

What he said about the police though, was very different.

"Maria, outside your room I have a Sheriff's deputy who would like to
speak to you."

My blood chilled.

Palmer knew I was here and he had come to make sure I wouldn't talk.

I began to shake, my fear pumping me up.

"No.  I won't talk to him." I whispered.

"It's all right Maria." said the doctor. He was evidently concerned
about my reaction to what he had said. He and the nurse exchanged
looks.

"No.  I want to see my boyfriend."  I told him.

"The police only want to help you Maria. You have nothing to fear from
them, from anyone. They want to protect you from whoever did this to
you."

"They can't!"  I was beginning to raise my voice.  I knew that as soon
as Palmer came into the room I would break down under his gaze. I
imagined that his buddies at the station house wouldn't do anything to
punish him either. They would all just have a big laugh about it.

"Maria. Please, it's for your own good. You have to see the deputy
before I can let you have any other visitors. It's the law."

"I don't want to see him, I want to see my boyfriend!"  I was getting
rather frantic now. The doctor made a motion to the nurse, who took a
syringe out of a pocket and injected something into the I.V.

I immediately began to calm down, the drug making things a little
foggy around the edges.

"The nurse just gave you something to help you relax." said the doctor
unnecessarily. "I can understand your feelings, but it doesn't do you
any good to protect your boyfriend when he does things like this to
you. You have to talk about it to the police so that they can help
you."

His words flowed through my groggy mind like molasses, but I caught
his meaning. He thought Alan was the one that had beaten me, since it
was him who brought me in. He must have seen a lot of this to have
thought that way.

"Nooo." I had to make him understand. "Please. Don't leave me alone
with him."

"It's okay." The doctor said. "Should the sheriff allow it, a deputy
will be in here with you when your boyfriend visits."

"No!  I mean don't leave me alone with the deputy. Please!" I tugged
hard on the arm of a very puzzled looking man. I could see that he
couldn't fathom my reasons for wanting him here, but he nodded and
asked the nurse to show the deputy in.

I gave out a big sigh of relief, when I saw that it wasn't Palmer who
was waiting outside.  Instead it was a man in uniform that I had never
seen before. He was young, and I must have been his first beating
victim for he had a hard time not staring at what wounds of mine were
visible to him.

He started by going over the usual information about who I was, and
where I lived, but when he started asking about the beating I had
taken, I clammed up. All I would tell him was that Alan wasn't the one
who had beaten me.  After a half hour of fruitless questioning, that
was all he could get out of me.

All through this I had held on to the doctor's sleeve, and it was only
when he was gone that I looked down and noticed how white my knuckles
were as they gripped the material of the doctor's coat.

Doctor Fargo was looking at me curiously.  I could tell that he was
very puzzled about my reaction to the presence of the cop. I could
almost see wheels turning in his head.

"Can I see Alan now?"  I asked him.

He shook his head. "Not until I speak to the sheriff. But you do have
another visitor waiting, I'll send her in."

It had to be Melissa. I thanked him and he and the nurse left.

A moment later the door opened to reveal not Melissa, but Lisa.

"Hey there," she said as she came in. She was carrying some flowers
which she put on a small table nearby, before giving me a gentle hug.

I asked her about Alan and Melissa.

"They're both at Alan's place. I've already called then, but Alan has
strict orders from the sheriff not to come up here. Melissa is on her
way though."

"Lisa, they think Alan did this!" I told her.

"I know. But as long as you keep telling them that he didn't then
there is nothing they can do. It will all go away."

"No, it won't." I shook my head. "Palmer won't let it. he will just
use it as another way to get me back."  Even the thought scared me,
but in my drugged state it didn't cause the panic attack I had
suffered earlier.

Lisa paused, as if considering whether or not to tell me something.
she evidently came to a decision, for she stiffened up a bit.

"Maria, you wont have to worry about Deputy Palmer anymore."

Now I was confused. "What do you mean? He has all those photographs
and files. He could put Alan away!"

"No. He won't be able to do any of that." Lisa replied. "He had an
accident. Rolled his car into a ditch last night. He was killed
instantly."

To say I was shocked was an understatement. Then I began to feel as
though a huge weight had been lifted of my shoulders.

I sat back and closed my eyes, my strength seeming to disappear with
my fear.

"Maria, are you all right?" a rather concerned Lisa asked.

I nodded, and with a smile on my face gave in to the drug that had
been trying to put me to sleep the last few minutes.





The drive to the valley wasn't as bad as I thought it would be. The
bruises on my body were still sore, but the three days of enforced bed
rest I had gotten at the hospital had helped me to get used to it.
The drugs I had been given were a big help too.

As we started down the driveway I glanced over at Alan who drove with
a quiet determination. I had been allowed to see him for the first
time only yesterday, after the sheriff had finally relented and
released the restriction.  He and his department had tried their best
to either get me to admit that Alan had beaten me, or tell them who
did.  They had to go away disappointed.

Alan hadn't said much yesterday, but then he didn't have to. We spent
our time together mostly in silence, just bathing in each others
company, something we had learned to do during all the time I had
spent gagged with him.  We didn't need to talk to know how we felt
about each other.

Still, when Alan told me that he loved me, my heart did start beating
faster.  With all the wonderful things he has said to me since I met
him, this was the first time he had said those three little words.
Only then was I sure that I loved him too.

We pulled up to the house, and Melissa and Lisa came out to meet me.

They fussed over me as I got out of the truck and helped me up onto
the porch. They tried to lead me into the house, but I was tired of
being indoors. I had spent a lot of time outside this past summer and
was in no hurry to go in again.

"Please," I said, struggling to break free from my friends, "can we
sit outside for a while?"

The air was cool, it was jacket weather for sure, but my friends
relented and we all found seats on the porch.

We had a quiet moment together, before I broke the silence.

"I want the truth." I said to no one in particular.

"The truth about what?" Melissa responded, after a pause.

"About Deputy Palmer." I replied.

The three of them glanced at one another, none wishing to speak.

"Well?"  I asked.

"You aren't in any condition to hear it." Alan said. "You should be
resting."

"I'm fine.  Just a little sore. I can even take this rib brace off in
a couple of weeks. I need to know about Palmer. Did he really
have...an accident?"

"What do you think?"  Alan asked quietly.

I thought back to how Alan had saved my life once before, a well
placed shot removing what would have been a terrible problem from our
lives.  At the time I was sure Eric's death had been an accident. But
after spending a few days in bed with nothing much to do but think...

"Just tell me this." I whispered after a long pause. "Is there a
chance that another 'Deputy Palmer' type will come along, with
evidence that will force you to...well, with evidence?"

"There's no chance." He said evenly.

I looked up, his face was very composed. I glanced over at Melissa and
Lisa. They sat watching the both of us. Melissa nodded slowly, and I
knew then that she, and maybe even Lisa, had been in on this from the
beginning. They were all aware of what needed to be done to protect
both me and Alan, and had gone ahead despite the risks.

I owed them all my life, and while I couldn't help but be shocked at
what they did, I knew my payment to them would be my silence.

There was only one thing left to say.

"Good."





The next three weeks I healed. The only significant injury being my
ribs. I returned to the hospital a couple of times for check ups, but
otherwise spent my time with Alan in the valley.  

I did get two surprises during that time however.

The first came the first night I was home. 

When we went to bed that night, of course Alan and I were together.
What surprised me was that Melissa and Lisa took the spare bedroom
together.

It was only then that I realized that the two of them were having an
affair.

At first the concept of Melissa having an affair with another woman
blew my mind. But as I lay in the dark, listening to Alan sleep, I
began to see the sense in it.  Ever since Eric tortured her, she had
shied away from men, and I knew from personal experience, that she had
little problem making love to a woman.

While I healed, I managed to get Melissa to tell me about her and
Lisa, and found out that they had been dating since I introduced them
at my home oh so long ago.  It felt very weird, not having known
anyone having this kind of relationship before. But when I saw how the
Melissa I knew before Eric, had returned, I was happy for her.

Lisa was helping her to heal.

Me, I didn't seem to need healing, mentally speaking, and that was the
second notable thing about those weeks.

After being not exactly functional right after my rescue, it seemed
that hearing about my tormentor's death had given me a peace I might
never have found otherwise.

I didn't even have bad dreams, in fact I hardly dreamt at all.  Alan
told me I slept like a log, and in fact slept more than I did before
Palmer had shown up.

I also had no problems with Alan touching me, unlike Melissa who still
shudders when Alan is close. Only a couple of nights after I got home,
Alan and I made quiet, vanilla love, the both of us releasing pent up
emotions and fears.

Our physical affections have died down some what since that night, but
I still look forward to his touch.

I wonder how I could have come out of my ordeal so whole and
unaffected.



It was after my rib brace came off that I began to feel restless. I
began taking over my former duties, cleaning the house and taking care
of Nelson, although Alan did the heavy lifting for me. He was very
careful not to let me over exert myself, although I could see in his
eyes that he was happy that I wasn't letting my injuries slow me down.

I also spent a lot of time exploring the surrounding area around the
valley, something I had been unable to do before having been naked
most of the time. I got to know the town, and some of the people in
it, and found the place to be very nice indeed.  I could just picture
little Alan running around here as a boy, while listening to the
stories he told about growing up here.

However, after a while even the exploring got old, and it was while I
was up in our room getting dressed one morning that I found myself
playing with the cord of my dressing gown.

I had wrapped it around one wrist and then the other, pulling my hands
together in front of me.  I stood in front of the full length mirror
Alan had put in for me, and looked at what I had done.

There I stood, dressed only in panties and bra, a dark blue cord
wrapped around my wrists. Almost all my bruising had gone by now,
leaving my skin to its fading tan. Only a few light marks on my thighs
and butt that would take years to fade remained.

I was captivated by the image, unable to tear myself away. That was
why I didn't hear Alan come up behind me.

"You have got to be kidding."  He said quietly, breaking the spell.

I turned to face him, unable to say a word. I couldn't explain how my
heart was beating a thousand times a minute, how a throbbing I thought
had been snuffed out had begun making itself known once more.

I knew what I was missing now, it was what had brought Alan and I
together in the first place.

I didn't say a word. Instead I dropped to my knees and extended my
bound hands toward him.

Alan didn't respond at once, the look on his face was both questioning
and one of concern.

"Are you sure?"  He asked me.

"Please." was all I could choke up.

He stood still for a moment. I could see him thinking, coming to a
decision.  His expression gradually became lighter, an old smile I
hadn't seen in a while made an appearance.

"Wait." he told me.

I held my position as he left the room, and didn't move a muscle until
he returned.

He unwrapped the belt from my wrists and carefully replaced it with my
leather cuffs. He had me stand and knelt to put on my ankle cuffs.
From his pocket he produced the four tiny locks that would keep me
from removing the cuffs. He looked up into my eyes and I nodded. He
quickly locked on my ankle cuffs and stood to do the same with my
wrist cuffs.

"Now," he said with a smile, "You know how I like my slave girls."

I smiled, a broad smile, my first in days also, and quickly removed my
underwear, standing naked before him once more.

He moved to me and took two larger locks from his pocket and locked my
ankles together with one and my wrists together with the other.

Taking my wrists in one hand, he raised them over my head and began to
run his other hand over my body.

I felt a never ending series of tremors rush through my body at his
touch, and closed my eyes to savor them.

"Keep your eyes open." ordered Alan.

I did so, as his fingers traced the outlines of my body. They
eventually came to rest over my pussy, now covered once more with hair
since I had not shaved down there since the incident.

He tugged at the hair and I couldn't help gasping at the sharp, sudden
pull.

"I want you to go now and take care of this." he said, pulling again
at my pubic hair, "Then come see me in my office."

I smiled and nodded, and was surprised with a kiss.

As he left the room I was happier than I had been in a long time,
knowing that now we had a chance to really bring things back to
normal.







End of Part 2





More Tales from the Valley  Part 3







I remained perfectly still.

Not hard to do when you are wrapped in as much rope as I was.

I was sitting in a high backed chair, my arms lying on the arm rests,
my legs spread to the width of the front legs.

Rope was wrapped around every limb, binding my arms and legs to the
chair. So much rope was used that my bindings were, in places, three
layers deep.

I also had rope around my torso, binding it tightly to the chair back.
The ropes went all the way from my hips to my neck, only avoiding my
breasts but covering everything else.

My mouth was gagged with a penis gag long enough to almost touch the
back of my throat. It was locked on tightly, as was the blindfold I
wore.

Over the past couple of weeks, Alan had been increasing the time I
spent blindfolded, until now it seemed I was only released from it
when he had something specific for me to do, such as cleaning or
taking care of his horse.

Of all the things we had been doing lately, I think the blindfold was
the most exciting. It's hard to explain why, unless you've been there
yourself. To most people, being blind would seem like a handicap, yet
in the erotically charged environment I lived in, it only added to the
suspense. 

Not knowing if I was being watched, not knowing what coming next, not
knowing what was being used on me. It was like my skin had been
electrified, overly sensitive toward any touch, any contact at all!

I remained still. Not just because of the ropes, but because Alan had
ordered it.

I had changed since I met Alan. I have it on good authority. Melissa.
She tells me I have become a lot more submissive toward Alan than I
used to be.

I guess I have, but not because I have given in to the 'Slave/Master'
bullshit I read about in the stuff Alan downloads from the web. But
because I find that doing what he asks of me usually worth it!  Both
for him AND for me.

Melissa doesn't see it that way. I can see her comment silently on the
subject with a raised eyebrow whenever she comes to visit and Alan
asks me to do something. 

She also remarks on how often Alan calls me his little 'Slave girl'.

Hey!  It's just a pet name okay!

Anyway, I'm holding still, like he asked me to, and also because of
the egg on my head.

Alan sat a raw egg on my head, and told me that if I moved the egg
would fall off and break.  He doesn't want raw egg on his rug, so I
wasn't to move.

The only problem was, I had a terrible urge to move, one that was
getting stronger with each passing minute.

My bare pussy, unprotected by my widely bound legs, had company in the
shape of an egg shaped vibrator pressed against it.

It was only set on low for the moment, but from time to time Alan
would turn it up and I would begin to shudder.

I didn't want to break the egg.

I was determined not to.

I didn't know what he would do to me if I broke it, or what he would
do if I didn't.

It was wonderful.

The vibrator started vibrating harder and I heard Alan's computer dial
into his server.

My current session was taking place in Alan's office while he worked.
He told me once that seeing me in bondage during his self-imposed
office hours, inspired him to work harder and longer. So most days I
spent with him in his office, inspiring him with a multitude of
different poses and tasks.

This time, I had picked up on the fact that he always turned the
vibrator up when he logged on, and left it on high until he logged off
again.

I don't know what he was doing, but whatever it was, it meant his
being connected to other computers all over the country.

I knew he was a software engineer, but beyond that he was reluctant to
talk about his work.

I began moaning through my gagged mouth, I wanted nothing more than to
give in to the sexual tension that had been building slowly for the
past several hours. But I knew that once I started cuming, I would not
be able to prevent the egg on my head from falling.

Alan knew that too, the bastard!

I remained perfectly still.



At last he began untying me, first removing the vibrator, then the egg
on my head.

I moaned in need and Alan chuckled. He knew quite well that I needed
to cum. Over time he had become very good at sensing just how far he
could push me without crossing the line to orgasm.

Life with him was one big foreplay after another.

Most of the ropes were gone now, but I still hadn't moved. Alan hadn't
said I could yet.  My hands and feet were still tied to the chair, the
rest of the rope that had been used on me was only there for effect.

I felt him move around in front of me, his hot breath on my pulsing
clitoris.

I cried out behind the gag, aching for him.

I felt something touch my clit, something wet and soft, I recognized
his tongue. The shocks bounced around my body, and I gripped the
armrests as tightly as I could in an effort not to cum.

All I needed was one word.

"Now."  Alan whispered.

I let go, my mind giving me the final push over the edge. I must have
come close to shaking the chair apart I came so hard.

Alan assisted me by placing a finger in me and manipulating my clit
with his thumb.

I was in orgasmic heaven, and much too soon I came back to earth,
tired, but smiling wildly behind my gag.

Alan soon released everything, including the blindfold, and gave me
some water to drink before sending me off to the kitchen to start
supper.



In bed that night, we made love quietly as usual, and afterwards, just
before we fell asleep, Alan mentioned something about having a
surprise for me tomorrow.

I lay, listening to his breathing becoming deep and regular, while
pulling in an absentminded way at the shackles around my wrists
keeping me in bed with him. I wondered what kind of a surprise it was.



The next morning, after breakfast, I headed out to the barn as usual
to take care of Nelson, Alan's horse.  Even though winter was starting
and the air was quite cold, I was still naked. I shuffled as quickly
as I could the hundred feet or so between the house and the barn, my
legs once more hobbled in only eight inches of chain.

This regular work out had helped my body come back from the beating I
had suffered a couple of months back. The only physical signs left
were the tiny scars on my buttocks and thighs, and one very thin scar
across my left breast.

I felt I had recovered very well from it all, although a couple of
times I had just stopped what I was doing and sat down crying.  During
those times, Alan just held me and we stopped playing bondage games
for the day.

As I worked in the barn. I wondered at the new orders I had been
given.

Instead of the usual replacing of food and water, I was to clear out
Nelson's stall and tie him up near the barn door with his saddle and
other gear on. Nothing else.

It didn't take me long, and soon I was shuffling back through the cold
toward the house.

Alan met me at the door and locked on my blindfold, before guiding me
into the house and sitting me on the couch.

In moments, I was hogtied, but left ungagged.

"I'm going to be gone for a little while, Beautiful." he said,
caressing my bare skin. "Only about an hour. You be good while I'm
gone, okay?"

"I'll be fine." I replied.

He kissed me and left the house.

I lay wondering if this was a part of the surprise.

It must have been an hour later, when I heard a car pull into the
driveway.

I stiffened, not recognizing the engine sound, and hoped that Alan had
locked the front door. The last thing I wanted was to be found by a
complete stranger.

I heard voices, men, and only by straining did I eventually make out
one to be Alan's. I relaxed, and waited to see what would happen next.

I heard Alan's truck start up, and pull away.

Footsteps at the front door, and I heard it swing open.

Again I tensed up.

"It's only me, Slave girl."  Alan said.

I let out a sigh. This had scared me more than I thought.

"I heard your truck drive away." I told him.

"Yep!" was all he said as he went up the stairs.

I heard him make a few trips up the stairs and down again. It seemed
to me he was carrying something outside each time.

eventually he came over to me, and ran his hands over my body. He
loves to do that, and I love him to do that.

"You look good!"  he said.

"I know!" I replied, smiling.

He laughed, and I smelled a strong leather scent under my nose. I knew
he held a gag there, and I opened my mouth to receive it.  Soon my
mouth was filled almost to capacity with wet leather, and Alan untied
my legs from the hog tie, but left my hands bound.

He helped me up, and led me out the door onto the porch, down the
steps and into the yard. The air was still cold, a light wind raised
goose bumps on my naked skin.

"Right behind you is a car, I'm going to put you in the back seat, on
your front, and tie you down, okay?" 

I nodded. It was fine with me, although I wondered where he got the
car.  Usually for rides out of town, he would pack me in the tool
chest on the bed of his truck, this seemed a lot more comfortable.

He maneuvered me carefully until I was prone on the seat, and retied
the hogtie. He used the seat belts to make sure I wouldn't roll off
the seat, and then left me alone for a minute.

I heard him climb in the car and soon we were off.

As we were moving, again I thought about how in the entire six months
I had known him, I still hadn't seen how to get from the city where I
used to live, to the valley.

I didn't think it would be that difficult now that I knew the name of
the town the valley was close to, still,  he kept up the practice of
not letting me know.

I pulled at the ropes that held me tightly, and moaned out loud to let
Alan know I was still alive, and settled down for a long trip.

And long it was.

I must have fallen asleep, something I had been doing a lot of lately.
The sound of the door opening woke me up.

Alan began untying the ropes and I took advantage of the chance to
stretch my limbs. A hogtie is a hard one to hold, even for someone as
practiced as me.

The blindfold was left on though, as was the gag, and I was guided out
of the car until I was standing beside it.

Only then did Alan take of the blindfold and gag.

I was shocked.

Alan had me standing naked in a public parking structure. There was no
one around, but still!

I tried to cover my naughty bits until Alan passed me something to put
on. It looked like a dress, but it was loose and very baggy.  It was
long enough to run from my neck to just above my ankles, and the long
sleeves were wide and full of ruffles.

Worst of all it was bright orange and covered in a horrible flowered
print.

"You cant be serious." I said.

"Well, you could go naked."  replied Alan, opening the trunk and
handing me a pair of high heeled shoes, "But I doubt you could get on
the airplane like that."

"Airplane?" I asked. The I heard the low rumble of a plane taking off,
and I knew we were at an airport. 

This was one hell of a surprise!

Before putting on the horrible dress, I jumped him and kissed him
hard.

"Mmmmm. Are we going on a vacation?"  I asked him tenderly.

Alan just smiled that evil smile of his. "I'll tell you on the plane.
Now get dressed."

I climbed down and pulled on the orange monstrosity.

"This thing makes me look like...well it makes me look fat!" I
complained.

"Live with it. I think it will do nicely."

"Say, what about Nelson?" I asked slipping on the 4" heels.

"I rode him over to a neighbor's. He'll be fine."

He picked up the two bags he had gotten out of the trunk, and led the
way toward the elevators.

I shrugged and followed him.

I soon realized why he had put me in this dress. It was so big, and
loose on me, that it felt like I wasn't wearing anything at all.

As we merged in with the other travelers coming out of the parking
structure, I knew I was blushing. How could anyone NOT see that I was
naked under the dress. 

I knew I was going to be stared at, the color of the dress was
screaming to be looked at.

And looked at I was. It made me feel even more naked, which is, I
suspect, exactly why Alan chose it.

He left me standing in the middle of the terminal while he went to
secure our tickets, And I had to endure the stares of the hundreds of
people who passed by me.  I was nervous, and very embarrassed, but my
body betrayed me by responding with that old familiar feeling between
my legs, and I began to wonder why he hadn't tied me up under the
dress.

Alan returned and led me at a fast walk through the building toward
the gate.

"We're cutting it close." was all he said.

As we handed our boarding passes to the attendant, I saw that the
flight we were getting on wasn't headed toward some exotic local, but
to New York.

"New York?" I asked Alan.

"I'll tell you once we're airborne." he replied.

I got the window seat.

I was excited, I hardly ever got to fly, and Melissa never got on a
plane again after our parents died.

I watched out the window as the plane taxied and gathered speed on the
runway, finally lifting off with a lurch I felt deep in my stomach.

Otherwise it was very smooth, and soon the ground was a long way below
us.

"Tuck your feet up onto the seat inside your dress, then pull your
hands into your dress and cross them behind your back." Alan whispered
to me.

I smiled and nodded, undoing my seat belt to give me more room to
comply.

Once my hands were in place, I heard a rip behind me, it sounded like
velcro, and a moment later Alan's cold hand found the small of my
back. There must have been a flap built in to the back of the dress.

I felt a plastic cable tie being looped around my wrists, which was
pulled tight.  My hands were now trapped.

a little digging on Alan's part and he found my feet. another tie
locked them together,and a third connected them to my bound hands. I
was now hogtied.

While he did all this I kept a careful eye out for anyone who might
have paid attention to what we were doing, but Alan's body and slow
careful moves, hid from sight our little game.

Once he was done, I felt him seal up the flap and settle into his
seat.

A moment later he got up and dug a pillow and blanket from out of an
overhead compartment. He tucked the pillow under my head and spread
the blanket over me.

Digging in his carry on bag, he produced one of those drug store
blindfolds for the sleepless, and put it over my eyes. 

Again I was sightless. He told me to pretend to sleep.

We had been in the air for a while before he decided to spill the
beans.

"Okay," he said, "as you guessed, we're going to New York. But it
isn't a vacation. For either of us."

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"Do you trust me? Do you really trust me?"

"What kind of question is that?  You know I trust you. I trust you
with my life everyday!"

"Well, we're going to test that trust on this trip."

I was getting a little scared, but it was a good kind of scared, such
as you would get when climbing into a new roller coaster.

"Go on."

"I'm not supposed to tell you much, but we won't be together until we
come home.  I'm going to be in the city on business, and I thought
while I was there I would place you with a kenneling service I know
operates there."

"A kenneling service?"

"Yep.  It caters exclusively to submissives and those for whom bondage
is a major part of their lives. Believe me, you qualify."  he said
with a chuckle.

I didn't know what to think. He was planning on leaving me with
strangers.

"I'm not sure about this." I said slowly.

"The place is run by a woman who has been in the business for years,
her staff is entirely female. The only men allowed in the building are
either the...owners...of the kenneled pets, and even they only get to
see a couple of the rooms in the place, or the male submissives that
may be kenneled there.  The privacy of the 'Pets', as they like to
call them, is completely assured. Believe me, I've checked this place
out, talked to a lot of people about it. It has a great reputation."

"But you want to leave me with strangers."

"I think you will enjoy it."  He leaned toward me and gave me a kiss.
"Don't worry, you'll be perfectly safe there."

I said nothing else for the rest of the flight. My mind was a whirl
from what he had said. I found myself actually liking the idea of
being 'kenneled'. Somehow it had an appeal.

I eventually went to sleep, and was woken by Alan as he cut the ties
that had held me in one position for so long.

We were close to landing and he thought it was time I woke up.

I stretched, and got out of the seat, walking stiffly toward the
bathroom.

Splashing water on my face, I looked in the mirror and asked myself if
I wanted to go to this place Alan had told me about.  With a smile I
told myself yes.



After collecting our bags, we found a cab and Alan handed the driver a
piece of paper with the address to the kennel on it. Then he dug in
his pocket and handed me a pair of sunglasses.

"Put these on, and don't take them off until you are told to."

I nodded and put on the wrap around sunglasses.  Of course, the
insides had been blacked out.  I wouldn't get to see any of the city's
sights this trip.  I was pretty disappointed.

the drive seemed to take along time, but eventually we stopped for
good and Alan helped me out of the car.

We were on a city street, I could tell that from the traffic, but
other than that I had no idea what was around us.

Alan led me through a doorway and we were inside.

I stood obediently while Alan talked to the receptionist.

"Alan Wells. I have an appointment."

"Certainly, Sir. If you have a seat a technician will be with you
shortly."

"Thank you."

I was guided a few steps away, but instead of standing, Alan had me
kneel.

"Now I want you to listen carefully." Alan whispered in my ear. "This
is your last chance to back out. Do you want to?"

"No." I whispered back with a lump in my throat.

"Good. In a moment someone will come to get you and take you away. We
will not see each other again until I come get you. I'm not going to
say how long that will be because I don't really know. But it will be
at least a few days, maybe a week.

You have to promise me that you will do what they say. They know about
your likes and dislikes and will fit them in as best as they can, but
you may find a lot of new things going on here that might unsettle
you.  Also, I want you to know, that everything they do to you here
has my approval, in fact some of it is at my own request.

It's going to make me as horny as hell knowing what you're going
through here, and I wish I could watch, but that's against the rules.

Anyway, you'll be okay, and I'll be back."

He gave me a deep kiss, and then released me. I heard someone come up
behind me.

"Hi, I'm Tonya, Mr. Wells. Is this, Maria?"

"Yes. Here is her packet."

"Thank you Sir. We'll see you soon."

I listened for one more good bye from Alan, but instead he walked away
without a word. My life was now in the hands of people I didn't know.

Could I do this?  I had too.

"Please put your hands inside the dress, Maria." Tonya said sweetly.

I did so and heard the jingle of metal as she opened the flap in the
rear and cuffed my wrists behind me. She then put a leather collar
around my neck and clipped something to it.

"Come now." she said, and I felt a tug at the collar. She led me by
the leash, with me still blinded by the sun glasses through a door and
down a corridor and into another room.

"Now just relax, Maria, and I'll explain a few things since this is
your first time here.

>From now on you don't talk unless given permission, all right?"

I nodded.

"Good. All you need to do is obey the rules and follow the schedule
and you'll be fine. You'll learn them as we go along. But first we
have to get you undressed."

Tonya lifted the dress up and pulled it over my head, then she had me
step out of my shoes so I was barefoot as well. All that was left were
my glasses.

"Stand with your feet apart." I was told, so I did, growing very
embarrassed at my nudity in front of this stranger.

The door opened and closed and I jumped.

"Is she ready yet?" a female voice said.

"I just got started, Maam."  replied Tonya.

There was a rustling of some paper and I stood stock still, afraid to
move.

"Maria, I need to confirm a few things about your medical history, you
may talk when answering." said the unknown woman.

"Yes, Maam." I replied. Why had I said 'Maam'?

She asked me first about my allergies and prior illnesses, then about
any aches and pains I might have now, then she asked about the
injuries I had suffered and took a moment to probe my ribs and examine
the scars.

I began to get the impression that she was a doctor as the questioning
continued, and when I was lifted onto an examining table and given a
thorough check up, including a pelvic exam and blood work, my
suspicions seemed confirmed.

Both women left me on the table after a while, my ankles strapped into
the stirrups that held them wide apart, and went out the door.

I wasn't uncomfortable, but being left so open, where anyone who
stumbled into the room could see me, did make me flush.

Eventually they came back and the doctor announced that I was fit and
ready to enter the kennel.

"All we have to do is get you outfitted." Tonya said.

I was let down off the table and stood silently again while Tonya took
off the collar. She replaced it with a bigger one. It was very stiff
and fitted right under my chin.  I recognized it as a posture collar.
Once it was on and tightened, I found it impossible to turn my head or
tip it forward or back. My head was locked in a straight ahead pose.

"Now, this is very important." Tonya told me. "I want you to close
your eyes, and not open them until I tell you, okay?"

I nodded, and tightly clenched my eyes. I had no intention of finding
out what would happen if I disobeyed an order.

Tonya carefully pulled off my glasses, checking to make sure my eyes
were shut before removing them completely, then she started fastening
a harness around my head, pulling my hair through a ring in the back
to form a ponytail.

I heard movement, and then was introduced to the strangest gag I had
ever worn.

It was like a horse's bit, only without the bar across the middle. A
padded metal prong extended down each side of my mouth between my
teeth and was wedged in the space between my back molars. I was told
to bite down and I did, pulling my mouth about half closed but that
was all.  A chin strap was fastened, and I was told to relax my jaw.

I found that I could move my jaw only a little bit, I couldn't close
it, or open it all the way. If I didn't fight it, it was quite
comfortable.

"Stick out your tongue."

I did so, and found I had just enough room to do so.

"Good, put it back."

I felt more fumbling as the harness was tightened a little more, then
I felt something brush my nose, the familiar smell of stiff leather.

"Okay, you can open your eyes now."

I opened them, and was surprised.  All I could see was leather.
Looking around I could see that a large piece of leather was wrapped
around the front of my head, blocking my vision, yet not blinding me
completely.

Looking down, I could see through a gap between the bottom of the
leather blinder and my cheeks.  I could see enough to walk without
tripping, but that was all, my breasts hiding most of the floor from
me. Unable to move my head, I was limited to a few inches of what was
directly in front of me.

"The gag and blinder will stay on you the whole time you are here."
the doctor said. "It's for your own protection and the protection of
the other Pets.  Without exception, all the Pets here wear exactly the
same thing."

I nodded, or at least tried to. I ended up nodding my entire body
which embarrassed me further by making my breasts sway.

Tonya, I think, started putting more straps on me. A harness of some
sort. Straps went over my shoulders and around my body. A wide belt
was put around my waist, and the familiar feel of a chastity strap was
passed between my legs. I felt a strap go around my chest right under
my breasts and was relieved to feel two cups attached to it to give me
a little support.  About the only thing I worried about, being naked
all the time, was the lack of support my breasts were getting.  I had
tried to talk Alan into letting me wear at least half cut bras, but so
far with no luck.

This one felt like it was only a quarter cup bra, and Tonya didn't
hesitate to shift my breasts around so that they sat comfortably.
Just another thing to add to my embarrassment.

The last thing she did was place leather wrist and ankle cuffs on me,
unlocking the handcuffs that had held me all this time and locking
each wrist to the belt I wore around my waist.

She hobbled the ankle cuffs, and then clipped a leash to the posture
collar.

"We'll take it easy until you get used to walking with your blinder
on, but you'll soon get the hang of it." Tonya said. "I should know,
I've worn it myself a few times."

She laughed, and I laughed with her. She seemed determined to set me
at ease. I was grateful.

She led me out of the room and I watched the floor as we walked.  She
was right, being able to see where I could put my feet made me more
confident in my walking.

We came to a door that sounded like a huge cage rattling as it opened.

As we passed through, a voice called out to Tonya that it was exercise
time and that I should be taken out to the yard.

I followed the tugs on the leash until we were standing in a larger
room with a tile floor.

"This is the bathroom and shower area. I know you can't see it, but
all you need to know is on the floor. I'll lead you around and you pay
attention to the color of the floor.

We're now on a yellow area, this is where you will urinate, when you
are told to.  Please do so now."

I was surprised. She really expected me to go where I was standing?

"You have to do it now, you only get a few opportunities a day to
relieve yourselves, and we frown on anyone messing their cages."

Feeling extremely embarrassed, I squatted a little and let out a small
amount of pee. I was glad she couldn't see my face.

When I was done, she guided me over to another part of the room.

"We're now in the brown area, here is where you defecate, please do so
now."

I couldn't. I really couldn't.

"If you fail to defecate more than three times in a row, we will enema
you to clear your colon.  We can skip this now, but you had better be
able to wait until you are next brought here."

Her voice was stern. I didn't want to disobey her, but I couldn't do
this now.

I just stood.

"Okay.  Usually, the entire group is brought here together for shower
time once a day, you don't have to do anything but stand in here, the
whole room gets sprayed.  You missed todays, you'll get a shower
tomorrow.

Now I'll take you out to the yard where you will meet the other Pets.
This is the only time of the day you will be with them, each cage is
single occupancy only. There is to be no physical interaction with any
of them. We know that the majority of you are highly sexually charged
when you come here, but our job is to look after you as your owners
instruct us, not to let you run free and get off with the other Pets.
Okay?"

A tug on my leash and we walked through a couple of doors and out into
the open air.

It was cool, but the sun still had some warmth in it.

I felt goose bumps on my skin and wished I could flap my arms to get
warm.  The leash was detached and Tonya had one last thing to say to
me before walking away.

"When everyone is called in someone will show you to your cage.
Remember, someone is watching over all of you at all times. You are
perfectly safe."  She patted me on the shoulder and left me alone.  I
stood for a moment, unsure of what to do.

"When out in the yard, you're supposed to keep moving." said another
female voice. I guessed it to be another technician, I figured anyone
who could talk, wasn't a Pet.

I began moving, watching where I put my feet. As I moved I realized
there were a lot of people out her with me.  A lot of naked people. I
would bump into shoulders, backs and chests.  In the case of the other
women out here, that meant rubbing nipples.  There was such a small
field of view available to me that collisions were unavoidable.  What
struck me as funny was the silence. There was no "Oh sorry, excuse
me."  from any of us. Instead there might have been a moan or two but
that was all.

The yard must have been large though, it took me a while to get to a
wire fence that marked one of it's boundaries. I wondered what was
beyond it, and if the whole city had a few of us naked and blind
people, wondering around bumping into each other.

I was still thinking about it when a bell sounded and the woman's
voice I heard earlier started calling us in.

She sounded like she was calling in the cows to be milked, and I
expect that was how we were going to be treated, like livestock.

The bell kept going and I assumed that was to give us a direction to
walk in, so I followed the sound into the crowd.

It was very strange being pressed together as we were. Naked and
bound. But I felt comfortable in my anonymity, it began to bother me
less and less.

I jumped and yelped. Someone had pinched me in the butt.

I laughed.

We were all led into the bathroom again, and the smell told me that
everyone was taking advantage of it.

Again I was embarrassed, but peer pressure ruled. I peed, then was
even brave enough to use the brown tiles.  I wondered about how I was
going to wipe myself, when I felt a hand at my butt.

"It's okay, I'm just going to wipe you." said a new voice.

another bell led us out of the room and I followed the crowd through a
door.

I don't know what I was expecting.  All this talk of being in a kennel
prepared me for the sound of barking and whining dogs, but of course,
we were the dogs.

I stopped moving, unsure of where to go, until I felt a hand at my
elbow.

"Look at the floor, see the numbers in front of each cage?"

I attempted to nod.

"Yours is 23. Just walk along until you get to your number and then
kneel down facing it and wait. Do this every time you come in here."

I did as she told me, and watched for my number, kneeling on the
concrete floor when I found it.

I heard a lot of chains jingling, and the sound of locks being closed.

The sounds were scattered around the room, but one set seemed to be
getting closer.  I assumed that each Pet was having their bondage
adjusted in some way.

Soon someone was behind me.

"A new girl, huh?" the woman said. "Okay, I'll tell you how the cage
works. It's simple. The floor is two colors. Green on the half nearest
the door, red on the other half. This is so you can stay oriented.
The cage isn't high enough for you to stand, but that's okay for you
won't be able to anyway.

Next to the door you will see a patch of floor colored blue. This is
the feeding area. Just kneel upright at that spot and you will find
water whenever you want it. You will also find food there at meal
times.

In the far corner in the red area, is a area marked in black. About a
foot above this area is a large panic button.

If, for some reason you have an emergency. Bad pain, or cramps or
something that needs immediate attention, you can press that and
someone will come running. But it had better be a real emergency,
okay.  Now scoot in."

While she had been talking, I felt her unlock my wrists from the belt
and lock them together behind me. She then passed a chain around my
hobble and through my wrist cuffs. I was now hogtied again, but very
loosely. 

I felt a pat on my rear and shuffled forward on my knees.

The floor that I could see changed color to green and became padded, a
big improvement on the concrete.  I kept going until I heard the cage
door shut behind me. The lock was turned, and I assume the woman went
on.

So, this was to be my new home for the next few days.

I shuffled around, to see how big it was. It wasn't very.

I may have been able to lay out flat in it if I hadn't been hogtied,
and it wasn't very wide.

I moved around the green area until I found the blue spot where I
could eat. I was getting thirsty, something that always happens when
your mouth is kept open.

I knelt up straight, and moved my body around in an effort to find out
how I was to get water, and bumped into a rubber projection coming out
of the wall of the cage.

It was a dildo, a thin one.

I had to laugh. I caught on right away that this was what I was
supposed to drink from. I liked the touch.

I got it into my mouth, it was a tight fit the way my mouth was held
open, and started to suck. My tongue told me that it's shape was very
realistic, and so was it's texture. The only trouble was that I wasn't
getting anything no matter how much I tried.

I pulled back, and repositioned myself for another try, and bumped
into a second dildo, just like the first one.

Could there be water in this one?

I gave it a try, and after a few seconds I had something to drink.
Whoever designed this had a sense of humor. Instead of just letting
the water come out, my sucking must have activated a pump that shot
the water out in small, quick, spurts. Just like the real thing.  And
just like the real thing it stopped before I was done drinking. After
sucking on it some more I found I could get nothing more out of it. I
decided to wait for a little bit and try again. Maybe, like a real
guy,  it needed twenty minutes to recuperate.

While I waited I tried the other dildo again, but it remained
stubbornly dry. Perhaps that was how I was gong to be fed too.

After I had managed to coax three drinks out of the water dildo, I
heard voices.  At least three or four women were walking from cage to
cage, talking to the Pets.  When one came up to me, she told me it was
time to eat, so I got up and began sucking on the dry dildo.
Immediately I got a thick fluid in my mouth that had a salty taste to
it. I don't know how they did it, and I wish I had the recipe, but it
tasted very similar to you know what.

This dildo didn't stop with just a short gusher. There was enough
there to fill my growling belly.

"There's a good girl," said the female tech, "you like that don't you?
You have to eat it all, no spilling. Make sure the dildo is clean when
you are done, and drink lots of water."

I would have nodded, but the dildo was still pumping out food, and I
was swallowing it as best I could.

It finally got done and I licked it clean as best I could, before
moving back to the water dildo for a brief drink.

I began to think, as I knelt there sucking, that I, and the other Pets
here, must make an interesting picture, sucking at these dildos over
and over again.  What a way to reinforce a behavior pattern. I
certainly am going to be well practiced by the time Alan comes back
for me.

After I quenched my thirst, I lay on my side, and drifted to sleep
with a smile on my face.







End of Part 3.





More Tales from the Valley   Part 4









I was woken during the night, by the sound of someone crying.

As I listened to her, I began to reflect on where I was and what I was
doing.

Here I was, naked, bound, blind, and trapped in a room with upwards of
thirty other people in exactly the same shape I was, presided over by
women I had never met, or even seen.

Perhaps the girl was crying because this kind of lifestyle was just
too much for her, or maybe, like myself, she just missed her owner.

Listen to me.

When did I begin to think of Alan as my owner.  He is my lover, my
friend, my bondage pal.  To think of him owning me would mean I am
nothing more than something to be owned.  But then, given my current
situation, what else would anyone think of me.

I struggled to my knees and made my way over to where I thought the
water was. The floor was very visible, which meant they probably kept
the lights on all the time. Well, with these blindfolds on, it didn't
make it hard to sleep.

I eventually found the water dildo and began sucking on it.

As I did, I wondered who the crying girl was. Was she a submissive? A
sex slave with no mind of her own, who just existed to please her
Master?  Was she like me, someone who just got off big on bondage?

I wanted to meet her, to talk to her. I was suddenly frustrated that
here I was, surrounded by people who could understand my strange kink,
yet I was unable to talk to them about it.  I was even cut off from
the keepers here. Instead I was just here to be fed and kept safe
while my owner...while Alan did his thing, where ever he was.

It made me feel like crying also.

I lay back down, and listened to the crying until I fell asleep again.





I woke to the sound of a bell.

I lay wondering what was going to happen today.

"You!  Number twenty three!  Up on your knees!"  Said a voice close
by.

I quickly got up, and knelt in the direction I thought I heard the
voice coming from.

"That's better. You should know that when the bell rings in the
morning that you are to present yourself in this position. If you
understand, shake your boobs!"

With a grimace, I did as she asked.

I could hear voices around the room, several women were making the
rounds, it seemed to be feeding time again.

Soon it was my turn, and I began swallowing the cum-like food that was
being pumped into my mouth. I wondered if it was real cum, but I
doubted it. Real cum wouldn't keep us alive for long.

After a drink of water, the cages were opened and we were ordered out.
Our hands were released, and we were ordered to stand and take the
opportunity to stretch.

I did so gratefully, although I really wasn't that stiff. My time with
Alan had given me lots of practice sleeping bound and I was quite used
to it.

The voice that had been issuing orders to us then started us on a
series of bends and stretches, and I realized that our keepers were
not taking any chances on our bondage causing any permanent problems.
They had an interest in keeping us fit, even if that meant freeing our
limbs for a short while.

We weren't completely free though, our ankles were still hobbled, and
we were still masked and gagged. Even if we knew where to run to, I
doubted we could get five feet without being caught.

So I bent, and twisted and reached with the rest of the Pets, again
wondering what kind of a sight we made, and also wondering what the
rest of the day would be like.

When we had all finished we had our hands fastened to our belts again,
then the next item on our agenda gave me a shock.

"Now for the days punishments."  said the voice. "When you hear your
number step forward."

Punishments?  I had wondered what they would do if you disobeyed an
order. Now I was going to find out.

The voice called out three numbers, and I got another shock when one
of them was mine.

I began to tremble as I stepped forward. What had I done? I had only
just got here.

I heard the pad of bare feet and the jingle of chain as the first Pet
was led a few feet somewhere.  I wished I didn't have the blindfold
on, I wanted to see what was in store for me.

"Number eight. You were caught rubbing up against number forty five.
Your count is twenty."

Number eight moaned loudly, and then there was the sound of flesh
being hit.  Number eight yelped. They were spanking her.

I listened with growing horror as she received twenty spanks. From the
sound of it, it wasn't a bare handed spanking, something wooden was
being used.

The next up was forty five. She too was spanked the same number of
times.  Then it was my turn.

Hands took both my arms and I was led a few feet forward and bent over
a rail of some kind.

"Number twenty three. We know that it is your first day here, but this
is more to show you what happens if you don't follow instructions,
than to punish you.  For not answering the morning bell, your count is
five.

I was about to cry out in protest, but before I had a chance the first
blow landed.  I was stunned, the heat on my ass was such a surprise.
It was far different from what I expected. It seemed to spread
instantly to my nipples and groin. 

The paddle they used was wide and smooth, doubtless from the smooth
skin of the hundreds of backsides it had connected with before mine.
It made contact with a very wide area, spreading the impact.

The second blow landed, and the effect intensified.  How could I be
liking this?

The third, and the pain finally reached a level where it was beginning
to feel bad.

After the fourth and fifth, the pleasure was all gone. I was glad that
was all I got. I was helped up, and led back to my place.

"One final thing," the voice said to all of us, "it's number thirty
three's birthday today. You may all wish him a happy birthday."

How were we to do that?

I found out that we each got a chance to do so.  

He was brought to each of us and had his mouth guided to our nipples
while he took a few seconds to tease us with his tongue. I wondered
what he did with the other male Pets.

Another bell sounded when he had finished and we were all herded into
the shower.

I wont say much about it. Except that it was wet, and smelly.

We all took the opportunity to empty our bowels and then the water was
turned on. Everywhere I went I was assaulted with hot streams of water
and naked skin.

Eventually it stopped, and as we were herded back to our cages we were
stopped one by one and toweled off.

The only thing I liked about it was that the water helped cool the
heat of the spanking I had gotten.



Time passed, I don't know how quickly. I listened to the morning
routine. It seemed that Pets were taken from their cages from time to
time for unknown reasons. A technician would take a Pet from their
cage, and return them some time later.

I was surprised when my cage was opened and I was ordered out.

It was Tonya.

"Hi," she said, "Sleep well?"

I grunted, and she took it for a yes.

She clipped a leash to my collar and led me out of the kennel and into
the hallways I had come through to get here.

Had Alan come for me already?  I hoped so. I missed him.

I was led into a room, and directed toward an examining table.  For
all I knew that was the same room I had been examined in when I first
got here.

Tonya undid the chastity strap and removed it completely before
helping me up onto the table, then she proceeded to strap me into the
stirrups. She also passed additional straps over my body, trapping my
arms at my sides and taking away what little movement I had left.

The combination of the bondage and the warm feeling on my butt, was
making me horny, and I hoped it wasn't showing. In my very spread
position however, I doubted that.

Tonya began busying herself at a counter on the other side of the
room. >From my reclined position, I could make out her legs as she
moved about the room.

I wanted to ask what I was doing here. Was I to receive an exam each
day I was here?

After what seemed to me to be a long wait, someone else came into the
room.

"I see you have her ready." I recognized the doctor's voice.

"Yes, Maam.  Everything's ready for you." replied Tonya.

"Good. Lets get started. I have a vasectomy to do after this."

Vasectomy?

I could see legs approaching and the doctor's body as she stood
between my legs.

"I thought you said she was ready." she said. "Her face hasn't been
masked!"

"Oh! I'm sorry, Maam. I'll do that right now."

"Sorry isn't enough. You know that!"

"Yes, Maam."

I was puzzling over this exchange when suddenly the rest of my vision
was cut off. Someone had spread a blue cloth over my head, taking away
even the small amount that I could see.

I could hear the two women moving around and the sound of metal
clinking. What ever was going to happen, it wasn't going to be just an
exam.

"Maria, you're going to feel a small stick, but it's all right. I'm
just giving you a local anesthetic." I was told.

Now that frightened me. What on earth was going on.

I began to struggle and cry out.

"Stop that at once." the doctor ordered. But I kept going, I wanted to
know what was going on!

"Tonya!"

"I've got it, Maam." Tonya replied, and a moment later the blue cloth
was removed and a dildo was slipped into my mouth. This one was soft
and once it was in, it began to expand and fill my mouth up.

Soon I could hardly make a sound.

I stopped struggling. Whatever it was they were about to do to me, I
could do nothing about it. It occurred to me that it might be better
for me to stay still.

"That's better, Maria." the doctor said gently.

The cloth was put back, and a moment later I felt a prick of pain next
to my left nipple.

I jumped, but otherwise held still.

It was a strange feeling, as the local took affect. It was like my
sensitive nipple was slowly disappearing. Soon I couldn't feel it at
all.

After a few minutes I sensed the doctor leaning over me, and was aware
of a tugging motion in that breast. But otherwise nothing.

This was repeated with my other nipple, the local, and the strange
feeling that the nipple was no longer there.

As the doctor worked on that breast, the thought occurred to me that
maybe I was having nipple rings attached.

Alan and I had talked about it a long time ago, but I never thought I
would actually get it done. Now it seemed that decision had been taken
away from me.  Was this standard procedure for all the Pets?  Or was
this one of the things that Alan had asked for?

I was aware of hands pushing at my breasts, but what they were doing
was beyond me.

Then I felt another prick, only lower down.

With a shock I realized that she was working around my pussy.

The doctor gave me three shots total, and minutes later it felt like
there was nothing there. It was like I was sexless.

I knew that they were going to pierce me down there, and I wasn't sure
about how I felt about that. This was beyond what Alan and I had
talked about.  Yet, it made sense in a way. Since I was getting the
top done, why not the bottom. I wished I had been in on the decision
though. The doctor hadn't even asked me if I was sure I wanted this.
It was as if it was going to happen whether I wanted it to or not.

Maybe they were just used to operating that way.

It wasn't long before the doctor was done.

"Finish dressing her, then take her back to her cage. She is excused
shower time for the next two days, then the dressings can come off.
You know the drill."

"Yes, Maam."

The doctor left, and Tonya worked on me for a short while in silence.

I groaned behind my gag. I wanted to talk to her.

It wasn't to be though. Tonya removed the cloth and the inflatable
gag, and unstrapped me from the table.

Helping me up, she asked if I felt any pain.

I shook no, and tried to get a look down to see what they had done to
me.

I had been able to see my nipples below the blinder, but now there was
nothing but white. There must have been a bandage of some kind over
each nipple.

Tonya checked my bondage but did not replace the chastity strap, then
she clipped a leash to the collar and led me back to my cage.



Lunch, was much the same as breakfast, and after having my third meal
of cum flavored food, I considered how quickly I would get tired of
this diet.

Lunch was followed by groups of us being led to the bathroom once
more, and by now I had enough feeling down in my groin to control the
flow, as it were.

The locals were wearing off, and I could feel a dull throb that told
me I had indeed been pierced. I wondered what they looked like, but I
was in no position to find out.

I think I napped part of the afternoon away, for I was woken up by the
call to exercise. We were all taken from our cages and led out into
the open again.

It felt good to be able walk around, but running into people wasn't as
fun.  A bump to my front made the pain in my nipples flair, like a
particularly tight nipple clamp. I found the fence line and followed
it around to avoid being hit.

We were out there a while before being led back in, and I come to the
end of my first twenty four hours at the kennel.



The next few days didn't change, the routine stayed the same.

The only exceptions were that I didn't visit the doctors room again,
and that I didn't shower.

Oh yes. One very interesting thing happened the second morning.

During the punishment session, no Pets were called, but someone else
was.  Tonya.

For not prepping me properly, she got twenty swipes and a day in a
cage.

My only visitors during those days was someone who came and changed my
dressings and wiped something cold and wet on my piercings.  I was
glad of this. The pain in my nipples and lips wasn't too bad, but
evidently my clitoris had also been pierced, and that hurt!

After three days though, even the pain there had subsided to a dull
throb, and soon the last of the dressings had been removed, my
chastity strap replaced,  and I was allowed to shower with the rest of
the Pets.

I slept a lot, and spent a lot of time listening to the goings on
around me. I got incredibly lonely, even though I was always
surrounded by people. Not being able to see, not being able to talk,
not having anyone talk to you!

I thought more about the relationship Alan and I had. I knew I spent a
lot of my time gagged and blindfolded with him, but we always talked
when I was released from them.  And even when I couldn't reply he
would often talk to me, keeping me up to date on what was going on.  I
always felt connected when I was with him, and for that I was
grateful. I wondered how many of the Pets around me lived a life where
they were never considered human beings at all. I wondered what it
would be like to always be treated like this.

I was afraid to go to far with that thought. It looked dangerously
attractive, despite the way I felt right now. I knew that I shouldn't
allow myself to go there. I had to draw the line somewhere.

Right?



I think it was my sixth day, when my routine was broken, and I was
taken from my cage for something other than the usual Pet things.

I was taken out of the kennel area and led into what looked like a
smaller version of the big Pet bathroom.

"Please stand in the brown area and relieve yourself totally." a
female voice told me.

I did as I was told, no longer so embarrassed at doing this in front
of people, and after being wiped, was led over to an examining table
and laid on my back. The chastity strap was then undone.

This could only have been another procedure. What now?

I could hear water running, a hose washing away my waste?  

I was strapped down just like before, and a cloth was placed over my
face, I was once again denied all sight.

"Hi Maria,"  it was Tonya. "You're going to be here a while, so just
relax." 

I grunted a response, and felt several pairs of hands touching me at
once.

It took me only a few moments to figure out what they were doing. They
were removing my body hair.

Inch by inch, from my neck down to my feet, they worked diligently to
permanently pluck every hair from my body.

They used a device I was unfamiliar with. It seemed to take hold of a
hair, and a moment later pull it out with hardly any pain.

The whole thing was very relaxing, and I lay back and enjoyed the
feeling of all those hands caressing me.

As they worked closer to my eager clitoris, I attempted to shift
myself in the path of the working fingers. But they would avoid
contact and I started to become very frustrated.

The women worked on me in silence, deftly avoiding my attempts for
some relief, until Tonya told me to stop.

Disappointed I lay there sulking while they finished.

It took a long time, but eventually they unstrapped me and led me over
to another seat.

This one was more like a chair in a hair dressers, but before they
went any further, Tonya had orders for me.

"We're going to remove the head harness. I want you to close your eyes
and not open them until we tell you. I know it will be hard. You
haven't been able to see anything for a week now, but try. Punishment
for looking will severe. okay?"

I grunted, and closed my eyes.

The harness coming off was a relief, as was the gag coming out. I
worked my jaw and closed it for the first time in a week.

Something was pressed against my face around my eyes.

"You can open your eyes now, but remember, no talking."

I could see nothing. It felt like a black plastic mask had been stuck
to my face allowing no light to enter at all.

I was tipped back, and my hair was wet. Hands began pulling and
combing my hair and I realized they were washing it.

I was happy, it hadn't been washed in a week and must have looked a
mess being trapped under the harness for so long.

I began to giggle. 

It occurred to me that I was getting another kennel perk. I was being
groomed.

Once my hair was washed, it was carefully wrapped in a towel and I was
stood up and led a few feet forward. My hands were freed from the
waist belt and lifted up level with my shoulders and attached to
something on either side of me.

The hobble was released, and my legs were spread and similarly
attached.  The body harness was removed completely and I was left
wearing nothing but the blindfold and the towel on my head.

Even though the harness I wore could not exactly have been called
clothing, it had been all I had for a week, and now I felt naked once
more.

I was sure they could see me blush all the way to my toes, but a
moment later it didn't matter.

Wet hands started rubbing me all over, followed by slippery hands that
coated me in soap. There must have been four or five people working on
me there were so many hands. They didn't miss a spot and I was getting
incredibly turned on by all this, especially when they brushed over my
more sensitive areas.

I still felt pain when they touched my piercings, but the pleasure of
all this contact after so long, more than made up for it.

After being well soaped up, I was rinsed and then oiled. It felt
heavenly!  I was disappointed when it was done, and very, very horny.
They had worked me up to an erotic high and now they were stopping?

My hair was released and I was left standing, still spread and very
open.

There was a fumbling at my mouth, and I opened it to accept a regular
dildo gag. It was strapped in, and then I was left alone. 

I could hear the women clean the room around me, then leave.

I don't know how long I was left there, but eventually someone came in
and released me.

They did my legs first, bringing them together, and hobbling them,
then my arms which were locked behind me.

A hand took my arm, and I shuffled carefully in the direction they
indicated.

This was when I really appreciated the blinder I had been in all week.
In it I could see to place my feet, and had confidence in where I was
stepping, now I had no idea and that made walking a lot slower. My
guide seemed to have patience though, and after a while we entered
another room further down the hall.

My heart jumped as I entered.  I recognized Alan's voice.

"So I need to sign these to get her back?" he was asking someone.

"Just a formality. For our records." It sounded like the doctor.

"I'll have to inspect her first. Just to make sure she isn't damaged."

"As you wish."

I wanted to rush him, and hug him tightly, but not only did my bondage
prevent it, but also the hold my guide had on my arm. 

I felt Alan caress me all over, his fingers lingering over my
piercings.

"Any problems with these?" he asked.

"None at all. It was very routine. Your care instructions are included
in her packet."

He grunted and continued to examine me. Why didn't he acknowledge me?
I began to moan.

"She seems glad that you are here." the doctor said.

"Yes. She looks great. Were there any problems with her behavior?"

"None at all, I wish all our Pets are as well behaved."

"Good. Okay, I'll sign for her and we can get going."

I was going home. I almost danced with joy.

"Take her to the departure lounge." my guide was ordered, and I was
taken reluctantly from the room.

Once we stopped again, I was told to stand still and wait, which I
found very difficult to do.  It seemed forever before the door opened
and I felt a fumbling at the buckle that held the gag in place. It was
removed, as were the cuffs on my ankles and wrists, then the
blindfold.

It was Alan. Unable to restrain myself, I jumped him, squeezing him as
hard as I could.

He returned the hug, and we kissed deeply. Boy he was a sight for sore
eyes, and sore they were, the light in the room seemed bright after
being blindfolded for so long.

We finally came up for air.

"God, I missed you." I told him.

"I missed you too, Beautiful. Did you have fun?"

"It was incredible."

"You will have to tell me later, why don't you get dressed and we can
go."

I stepped back and looked at my man for a moment.  He looked good in a
dark blue suit. Very handsome.  I then looked down and got my first
look at my new piercings.

I had been expecting rings, but instead I saw what looked like tiny
barbells. They ran through each nipple, but not through the middle,
more toward the lower half.

Between my legs were three more barbells. One in each outer labia, and
one through the base of my clit. This one still hurt the most, but
lately that pain had become part of something else, something
different.

It all looked very strange.

"You like?" Alan asked me, an evil smile on his face.

"I like." I replied, and kissed him once more.

He had brought the same horrible orange dress that I had worn here and
with the blacked out sunglasses on, he led me out of the building and
into a waiting cab.









End of part 4.





More Tales from the Valley  Part 5









We sat in the hot tub behind the house, Lisa, Melissa and I.

All of us were naked, none of us were bound.

Alan was off for the weekend, and Melissa and Lisa had volunteered to
'baby sit' me.

Once he had left they decided to give me some time off from bondage,
so they released me from the cuffs and chains he had left me in.

This was the first time I had seen either of them after coming back
from the kennel a couple of weeks ago, and both of them listened wide
eyed as I told them of my experiences.

When I was done, we sat in silence for a moment, and I watched the
snowflakes fall around us.

It was the first snow of the year, and it was a surprisingly gentle
one. There was no wind to speak of, the flakes just seemed to drift
lazily down before settling on the ground.

I watched flakes come down and evaporate on contact with the hot water
we sat in. We were quite comfortable in it, despite the below freezing
temperature.

"That's a pretty wild story, Maria." Lisa said.

I nodded. "I know. I still dream about the place. It's hard to believe
that a place like that exists."

She reached out for my breast, and I lifted myself out of the water a
little so she could examine my nipple again. I no longer wore the
little barbells, instead all my piercings had silver rings passed
through them.

Soon, Alan promised, they would be healed enough for use in our
bondage games. I could hardly wait.

She tugged gently on the ring, and I moved slightly with her pull. I
felt an immediate response in my loins, but didn't remark on it.

The rings had made my nipples even more sensitive, and my clitoris
seemed to always be at attention. Even the moving air sent sexual
vibrations flowing through my body.  I was in a low grade sexual
arousal twenty four hours a day.

"They do good work." Lisa said, letting go.

I smiled, and sank back under the water.

"What was that about vasectomies?" Melissa asked.

"Oh." I replied. "Alan told me about that on the flight back.  It
seems the kennel does a lot of extra services, just like a vets
office.  Not only do they board the Pets, but you can also have your
Pet 'Fixed', as it were.  The doctor who did my piercings is the owner
of the place, and a fully qualified surgeon. She has all the gear
necessary to provide surgical birth control for both men and women."

"You mean you could have had your tubes tied?"  Melissa asked, once
again wide eyed.

I nodded.  "Yep. I was glad Alan hadn't chosen that option though.
That would have been too much.  It was enough to have had my piercings
without any notice, but to have been rendered sterile like that. Well,
I wouldn't be here now if he had thrust that upon me."

Lisa spoke up, her voice low. "Have you guys talked about that?"

"No...not really." 

Again we paused, each of us deep in our own heads for a moment.

Melissa looked up at the falling snow. "It's getting heavier. Do you
want to go in?"

"Sure!" I said, and Lisa nodded.

We climbed out, and ran wet and naked to the back door of the house.

Inside were our towels and we dried off before wondering into the den.

By unspoken agreement, the three of us were going to stay nude, mainly
because I had no clothes anyway. Alan had locked them away in a large
steamer trunk and had locked the door of our bedroom. Apart from
towels and bed linens, there was nothing I could use to wrap myself
in.

I didn't mind, it was my normal attire anyway.

While Lisa fixed us some drinks at the bar, Melissa and I tried to
settle on the couch, but the room was chilly and we weren't that
comfortable.

"I have an idea." she said, and left the room.

A moment later she came back with a big blanket, and we were soon
cuddled together under it.

Lisa handed us our drinks and dove in with us, and soon the three of
us were warm and snuggly under the blanket while watching a bad movie
on TV.

If you had told me six months ago, that I would have no problem with
being naked under a blanket with two other women, I would have laughed
in your face, but I had changed. We had been through a lot. We were
all very comfortable with our nudity.

As we watched, and drank, I became aware of a little movement under
the blanket.  Lisa, who was sitting on the other side of Melissa, had
her hands under it and appeared to be caressing Melissa's lap.

I watched, fascinated, as Melissa closed her eyes and slowly succumbed
to Lisa's manipulations.

I wasn't aware that Lisa knew I was watching, until she looked up at
me and winked. It made me blush, but I held her gaze.

That my friends were having a very successful relationship made me
happy, but up to now they had never been overly demonstrative in front
of me before.

After a few minutes, Lisa whispered something into Melissa's ear, and
she opened her eyes and looked at me.

I felt incredibly guilty for watching, but Melissa smiled.

"You know, I think we made a mistake taking you out of bondage. I have
an idea."

I had a sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach. It met a surge of
sexual pleasure coming up. The result left me a little confused.

Melissa asked Lisa to go get some string, and after looking around for
ten minutes, Lisa came back with a big roll and some scissors.

Melissa took the roll, and threw back the blanket.

"Turn around, Maria."  she ordered.

I turned slowly, so my back was to her.

"Cross your thumbs behind you."

I did so, and she bound them together with the string. She passed the
roll under me and had me sit back in the chair again.  At a signal
from Melissa, Lisa took my feet and placed them together sole to sole,
spreading my knees wide.

Melissa tied my big toes together, and then wrapped some string around
my ankles so the my feet would stay bound together. She cut the
string.

Melissa took a moment to brush the back of her fingers over my
hairless mound, and I shivered. Neither Melissa nor Lisa were shaved,
and they had both marveled at how good a job the kennel had done in
removing all the hair. My silver rings were clearly visible without
any hair to hide them.

"Now I know you said your rings weren't to be used yet for bondage,
but I think you might like what I have planned."

I tried to smile, but instead glanced anxiously up at Lisa.

Lisa smiled back, but watched as Melissa threaded string through my
clit ring, up through one nipple ring, then the other, and back down
through the clit ring. She then made a loop in the long end of the
string just beyond the clit ring, and tied the end she had threaded
through the rings to it.  She had created a triangle of string, and a
pull on the roll pulled simultaneously on my nipples and clit.

She did so, and I thought I would burst. Already sexually charged from
watching the two of them play, I was very close to cumming.

I looked down and could see clearly how aroused I was. So could they.

"Lisa,"  Melissa said, "Go get our bag."

Lisa, who up to now had been watching with interest what Melissa had
done, suddenly paled a little and began to blush, but she scurried off
without a word and went out the front door to her car.

She returned with a soft sided leather case which appeared to be
locked with a combination lock.

Melissa dialed it and opened the case.

With Lisa's help. I was turned to my left so I faced down the couch
instead of to the front.

"Now Lisa, on the couch with you."

Lisa paled once more, and sat down in front of me. I watched as
Melissa deftly bound Lisa's thumbs and feet so that she was a mirror
image of my own bondage.

She maneuvered the bound girl so that we faced each other, our feet
touching, and I could easily see how aroused Lisa was getting.

Melissa dug in her bag, and pulled out three clips.

"It's a shame you don't have beautiful rings like Maria has, Lisa.
We'll have to remedy that sometime." 

Lisa nodded, and it hit me that Melissa was quite clearly the dominant
one in their relationship, at least as far as games like this were
concerned. I had no idea they even played!

Melissa teased Lisa's nipples for a while and placed a clip on each
one. Not forgetting me, she would pull occasionally on the string,
bringing me back to the edge time and again.

She then began teasing Lisa's clitoris, and I got a first hand look as
Melissa's fingers pulled and squeezed that  helpless nub of flesh.

Lisa had her eyes closed now, until Melissa ordered her to open them.
She sat, staring into my eyes, her face flushed not only from
embarrassment.

Then her face scrunched up in pain, and I looked down to see that
Melissa had applied the third clip.

Lisa's breathing was heavy, but settled down as she got used to the
pressure.

Melissa then took the roll of string that was still attached to me,
and cut off a long section which she used to thread through the clips
the same way she had my rings.  A few knots later, and the two of us
were connected together. The string between our clits tight and
straight.

Melissa had a big smile on her face.

"Lets try this out." she said.

She plucked at the string and both Lisa and I let out groans of
pleasure.  The constant pull on my clit, and the vibrations from the
string were doing incredible things to me.

"I like it, but it's too noisy. But don't worry, I have just the
thing." Melissa said smiling.

She dug through the bag again, and brought out a ball gag. But there
was something funny about it.

It was bigger than any I had seen before, and had a lot of straps.

She popped it into Lisa's mouth first, and I saw that the poor girl
couldn't even get half the monster into her.

It was buckled behind her head, and I saw when it was on that it had
two extra straps hanging from it.

"Now lean close." we were instructed.

Melissa pushed our faces together until the other side of the ball gag
was in my wide open mouth. Once the straps were buckled, my head was
bound tightly to Lisa's. Mouth to mouth, the both of us almost locked
in a kiss.

Lisa's wide eyes must have mirrored mine. What was Melissa going to do
now?

Melissa adjusted the string so that it was tight again, and spent a
good deal of time strumming it while running her hands over both our
bodies. Lisa and I both squirmed and groaned under her touch and the
effect of the string, and I silently begged for Melissa to pluck hard
enough for me to cum. I bet Lisa did too.

Every so often, Melissa would stop what she was doing and turn around
to watch TV, or fix herself another drink.

Once she went outside and scooped up a little snow to sprinkle on the
two of us.

After what seemed like hours, she knelt on the couch behind me and
placed her pussy in my hands.

I knew Lisa knew what was happening, but up so close I couldn't read
her expression, what was she thinking?

Melissa leaned forward, her breasts pressing into my back, and
whispered in my ear.

"If you want to cum, Sweety, I will have to first."

I groaned, and began to move my fingers.

Melissa was already moist, and I was soon able to generate moans and
groans of my own from her.

This was the first time I had ever actively participated in making
another woman cum. I played her clitoris like I would my own, while
wondering if I was doing the right thing.

Then Melissa would pluck the string and I wouldn't care.

I began forcing fingers into her, and her cries grew louder.

Her hips began to move over my hand, and soon I didn't have to do much
more than caress her clit on the down stroke.

She began plucking the string in time with her own thrusts, and soon
all three of us were crying out, just waiting for that explosive
moment.

I'd like to say that we all came at the same time, but sadly we
didn't.

I came first. Already permanently aroused, my threshold was lower than
my friends and my current situation was more than I could take.  My
bucking as I came was all Lisa needed and soon we were both jumping in
our seats.

The pull at my clit was hurting badly, and so was Lisa's I bet. The
orgasm, while great, was kinda short due to the pain.

Melissa continued to ride my hand until she too came, and flopped
against me.

We were all breathing pretty heavily when done.

Melissa climbed off me, and got her drink. Lisa and I, alas, remained
just as we were.

"That was great! Pity you guys were ahead of me."  She said, still a
little breathless. "I'm bushed, and hungry. Tell you what, I'll go
ahead and make supper. You guys stay to get acquainted.

Lisa and I both groaned in protest, but with a laugh Melissa
disappeared into the kitchen.  With no other choice open to us, Lisa
and I remained as we were.



Supper offered us no respite from our bondage.

Melissa untied only our feet for the trip into the kitchen. Then she
ungagged us and untied the string that held us together. She sat us
down in two chairs that had been placed back to back, and then
connected our feet to each other.

My left ankle was bound to Lisa's right, and vice versa.

The string was threaded through my rings and Lisa's clips, so that now
it came out at the top of the triangle instead of the bottom.

Connected together, this meant that if either of us leaned forward, we
would both feel the pull on our sensitive regions.

And this was how she fed us.  She had made soup, and would hold the
spoon in front of us so that we would have to lean forward to take it.

Of course the pulling was driving us crazy, and we told her that.
Melissa just laughed and told us we had to finish the soup before she
would untie us, so we ate, and almost came again.

For dessert, Lisa got to tongue Melissa to another orgasm, leaning
forward to reach her while we both suffered the pull of the string.



A while later, Melissa released us for a quick potty break, everything
except our thumbs that is, and instructed us to meet her in the spare
bedroom.

In the bathroom, I could see my piercings turning red and aching
badly. I didn't think they would take much more right now.

Melissa agreed, and Lisa was happy when Melissa took off the clips
that had been on her for so long. She sat on the floor and rocked back
and forth for a few minutes as she got used to the pain of the blood
rushing back into the pressed flesh.

By this time it was getting late, so Melissa said she would put us to
bed for the night so we could get some sleep.

I asked her if she was going to keep us bound all night.

What a stupid question.

As sleep took Melissa, Lisa and I found ourselves lying on either side
of her. Our hands bound to the head board, our feet to the bottom of
the bed. Our eyes were covered, our mouths taped shut, and trapped in
our pussys were vibrators set on low that buzzed most of the night. We
didn't get much sleep.



The next morning, things were very much back to normal. Melissa
released us from all our bondage when she got up, and let us both
sleep.

When I woke up again, I found myself tucked spoon fashion with Lisa,
her arm around my waist, her hand cupping one breast.

>From her breathing she was still fast asleep, so I didn't disturb
>her. Besides it was very comfortable.

I lay warm and snug, and again thought about my sexual orientation.

I was very unsure.

I had enjoyed last night immensely, there was no doubting that. But
was it the bondage that was responsible?

I wasn't in bondage now, and here I was in a very intimate embrace
that wasn't bothering me in the slightest.

Was I Bi, as Lisa told me she was?

The more I thought about it, the more I realized that I probably
wasn't. Instead, I thought that my current attitude towards the
intimate contact the three of us were having, was based more on the
affection I had for both Melissa and Lisa, than for a need to have a
woman in general make love to me.

I was comfortable knowing that. It seemed to make sense to me.

I began to lightly stroke the fingers that held me, and soon Lisa
shifted position, rolling onto her back away from me.

I crawled out of bed and left the room without waking her.

In the bathroom, I took a long hot shower and completed my bathroom
rituals, all the time thinking about Alan, and whether I should tell
him everything that happened.

I thought maybe that us girls had to have some secrets!

Coming down to the kitchen, wrapped in nothing but a towel, I happened
to glance out a window and got a pleasant surprise. It must have
snowed all night, for the landscape was white.

I figured we must have gotten at least four inches, and it had turned
the landscape into a winter wonderland. It also looked cold, and I
hugged myself.

Melissa smiled as I came into the kitchen, she was dressed in slacks
and a sweater. She looked snug, and for the first time that weekend I
regretted not being able to get at my clothes.

"Hungry?" she asked, "I heard you were up, so I cut up some fruit."

"Thanks." I replied. "But I have a job to do first before I can eat."

"What job?"

"I have to go out and do Nelson's stall." 

Melissa looked puzzled.  "Can't you eat first?  You must be famished."

"Alan wants me to take care of his horse first thing in the morning,
before I can eat myself."

"Alan isn't here now, Sweety."  Melissa replied.

"I know. But..." This had been the way it was for a long time. Alan
expected me to do it this way.

"Do you do everything Alan tells you?" Melissa asked me.

"Of course!"

"And you still don't think you are a submissive." she almost laughed
as she said that, which annoyed me.

"I have to go. I'll be back." I said as I stormed out of the room and
headed for the front door.

At the door, I dropped the towel, and stepped out onto the porch. I
was right, it was cold, and I didn't look forward to stepping out onto
the snow in my bare feet.  I debated going back in for the towel, but
Alan always wanted me to do this naked.

But then again, I was usually bound in some way too.

I saw movement in the window, Melissa was watching me. Something
inside me didn't want to give her the satisfaction of watching me come
back in for the towel, so I turned away and braved the snow covered
yard.

It was cold! But not as bad as I feared.

I covered the distance quickly and stepped into the barn.

The inside felt warm after my run, but I knew it wasn't as warm in
here as it was in the house.

Nelson eyed me as I entered, and curled his lip once.

"I know, I'm late!" I said to him and opened the door to his stall.  I
patted his huge head and fussed over him a little, before leading him
out and parking him in another stall, and then went about my usual
duties.

Once done, I put him back, and braved the cold again for the run to
the house.  What I heard when I get there made me wish I had stayed in
the barn.

"You knew I had to get up early!" Lisa was shouting.

"You looked like you could use the sleep, Sweety." said Melissa, her
voice a lot calmer.

I crept into the house and tried to figure out  where they were.

"I told you I had to be there to prep for the lunch trade.  God knows
what Robert has done since I wasn't there!"

"I'm sure he'll do fine without you."

They were both upstairs.

I picked up the towel and dried my feet. I needed another shower, but
I was afraid to get in the middle of their argument. Lisa sounded mad.

I heard steps above me, and slipped into the den.

"Where the hell is my uniform?" I had no problems hearing Lisa, even
from the den.

Someone came down the stairs, and barreled out the front door. It was
Lisa, dressed only in bra and panties. Melissa followed a much slower
pace. As she reached the bottom, she saw me peeking around the den
door. She didn't look happy.

After a minute, Lisa stormed back in, carrying what looked like her
uniform.  "Damn car is dead, you'll have to run me over."

"All right, but what about her?" Melissa said, gesturing toward me.

Lisa was half into her dress, but stopped to look at me.

"I didn't know you were there," she said a little more calmly. "You'll
be all right here won't you?"

"I'll be fine." I said quietly. The tension in the hallway was very
thick.

"We aren't supposed to leave her alone." Melissa said.

"Yeah, well Alan may like to have his fancy ideas, but I still have to
get to work." Lisa replied, pulling on the rest of her uniform.

"Maybe we should tie her up while we're gone." suggested Melissa.

"I'll be fine." I said a little louder.

"I don't have time for that!" Lisa said, her voice raising again.

"It will only take a minute. You go start my car, and I'll be right
out. It has to warm up anyway."  Melissa tossed Lisa her keys, and
with a quick look at me, Lisa slipped on her shoes and left.

"You don't have to you know." I said to Melissa.

"Wouldn't Alan expect it?" she asked me.

I shrugged.

Melissa took my hand and pulled me into the den. Her bag of bondage
toys was still lying open, and from it she grabbed a set of regular
hand cuffs and a ball gag.

Pulling me out of the room, she had me stand with my back against the
banisters and put my hands over my head.  The steps behind me were at
a level just above my head. Melissa quickly cuffed my hands through
the railings, and inserted the ball gag, strapping it tight.

My jaw was stretched over the larger than usual gag, and I could feel
myself drooling from the get go.

"You'll be fine here while I run Lisa over to the diner." Melissa said
to me, "I'll be back soon. Maybe I'll have lunch first." she added
with a smile.

I groaned, but she laughed and went out the door.

For the first time in a long time, I was alone in Alan's house.







End of Part 5







More Tales from the Valley   Part 6







The next person through the front door wasn't who I was expecting.

It was Alan.

He stepped in and saw me immediately, not that I could help that.  He
smiled as he took his boots off, and then came over to me.

"Hi, Beautiful.  I see you've been busy." he said, kissing me softly
on my left nipple.

I groaned behind my gag. I was happy to see him, especially since I
was sure that it had been a couple of hours since Melissa left. The
position I was now in, standing with my hands locked to the banisters
above my head, wasn't the most comfortable for as long as I had been
there.

That I was also nude, and the hallway was cold, also had added to my
discomfort.

"Have you been here a while?" Alan had been examining my wrists. The
hard metal cuffs had turned them red.

I nodded, and his smile faded a little.

"I'll be back."

A moment later he returned with a key to the cuffs, and I was grateful
for at last being able to pull my arms down.

"Where are they?"  he asked as he pulled out my gag.

"Melissa took Lisa to work, but it must have been a least a couple of
hours." I replied, working the stiffness out of my jaw.

Alan nodded, and took me in his arms. We spent a wonderful couple of
minutes locked in a passionate embrace that warmed me up nicely. Then,
much to my surprise, he lifted me up into his arms, and carried me up
the stairs.

Giggling, I held on until he deposited me in the bathroom.

"Take a shower, and I'll dig out your clothes. I want to go find those
friends of yours." he said smiling once more.

I nodded, and attacked the shower for the second time that day.

A half hour later, and I was dressed warmly in Alan's truck.  We
followed his driveway to the end and turned toward the diner.  The
snow was deep in spots, especially in the hollows of the closer hills,
but the main road was clear. A plow must have come by.

As we drove I asked him about his trip, but he didn't give me any
details other than to say that he missed me while he was gone.

We eventually reached the diner, and it occured to me that this was
the first time I had ever seen it from the front, and for the first
time I was going inside.

As we trudged through the snow, I saw Melissa's car sitting in the
lot.

Inside, it was warm, and I undid my coat. Underneath I was wearing a
large, thick sweater and jeans. But no underwear of course.

The diner was larger than I thought it might be, with booths around
the edges and tables filling the floor. It seemed mostly empty, but
the number of dirty tables told me that it had been pretty full until
just recently.

A counter ran down one side and it was to this that Alan led me.
Behind the counter was this heavy looking guy unloading a tray full of
dirty dishes.

He looked up as we approached and hailed Alan as a friend.

"Is this the lady we've heard so much about?"  he said to Alan. "You
have good taste, man."

I smiled and blushed a little. It was nice to receive a compliment
every now and then.

"Maria," said Alan, "meet Robert. He helps out Lisa on the weekends,
but in real life runs a welding shop in town."

"Hi." I said.

Robert smiled, a big toothy grin.  He reminded me of a big bear, and I
could easily see him in the role of the village blacksmith.

"Any time you get bored with the computer nerd here, you come see me.
Okay?"

I was a little shocked until Alan laughed. "Don't let him spook you,
Maria. All those fumes in his shop have destroyed what little gray
matter he had between those ears."

Robert smiled, his eyes wrinkling with genuine mirth, and I relaxed.
It sounded like these two had done this before.

"I guess you want to see the boss huh?" he asked.

"That's what I'm here for."

"Well, she's in back."

Alan nodded. "Say, Maria. Why don't you have a seat and Robert will
dish up some apple pie for you."

"Sure!" I said enthusiastically. It had been a long time since I had
last eaten, and the food smells in the diner were making my tummy
rumble.

"I'll put it on your tab."  Robert said, turning toward a plastic
covered carousel with slices of pie on it.

"You do that." Alan replied, and he walked around the counter and into
the kitchen.

Robert heated the pie in a microwave, and added a large dollop of
cream before giving it to me.

I dug in. I was famished.

"Doesn't that man feed you?" Robert asked, as he watched me wolf my
food down.

"It's been a while since breakfast." I replied.

"Well, if you come stay with me, you wont want for food." Robert said
with a chuckle, as he picked up a tray and resumed his clean up.

I quickly finished the pie and watched as Robert cleared tables. He
was almost done when Alan came back out.

"Let's go." he said.

I buttoned my coat and we both said goodbye to Robert as we walked
toward the door.

"Oh, and I may have a job for you later this week, if you're free."
Alan said to him.

"Got my week full. With this snow, people will be wanting their plows
put on. But if it's a quick job, I could come by when I'm done here?"

"I don't think it will be a quick job, but why don't you come by
anyway and you can take a look."

"That's fine. We got supper in a little while, but after that I could
come. I'll be done around nine."

"I'll expect you." 

They said their goodbyes, and we left.

In the truck, I asked if Melissa was there.

"Oh yes." Alan said with a smile. "Lisa wasn't happy about being so
late. She had Melissa ball tied naked under the desk in her office.
You wouldn't see her just walking into the room, but if you knew to
look there was no missing her."

I laughed. "Does Robert...?"

"Probably. But he wont tell. Anyway, Lisa and Melissa shouldn't have
left you alone like that. Next time Melissa is in town, we'll have to
see what we can do to punish them."

"It's okay, you don't have to." I said.

Alan smiled but said nothing.  During the rest of the drive back my
head was filled with the image of Melissa under the desk.





I spent the remainder of the day dressed, much to my surprise, and
helped Alan with snow removal.

I helped Alan mount a plow blade, which he kept in the barn, onto the
front of his truck.  While he plowed his yard and the driveway, I
swept snow off the porch and away from the entrances to all the
buildings scattered around the place.

Once I was done, I went in and cooked supper, which Alan and I ate
when he finally finished.

After supper, we went upstairs, and spent a little time getting to
know each other again, in the biblical sense that is.





It was very dark outside, but as usual I had no idea what time it was.
Alan and I were lying side by side on the bed, the both of us naked. I
had been a little surprised that Alan hadn't bound me yet, but I
hadn't been dissapointed.

"Remember back when you first asked me if you could come live here
with me?"  Alan asked, staring at the ceiling.

"Yes?"  I replied.  I was lying on my side, turned toward him. My left
arm across his chest, my left leg slightly over his left leg.

"I told you that I would expect to do anything I wanted with you,
didn't I"

"Sure."  I wondered where this was leading. "Putting me in a kennel
kinda falls under doing anything doesn't it?"

He smiled, but didn't take his eyes off the ceiling.

"There has been something I have been wanting to try for a while, but
what you went through at the hands of Palmer, has kinda gotten in the
way."

Palmer's name no longer made me shake, but, unknown even to Alan, I
dreamt about my time in his cellar. It made for unpleasant nights.

"Go on." I urged him softly.

"I want to try some extended bondage with you. Go a little beyond what
we've been doing now. I figure the time is right, what with it getting
too cold for you to be outside anymore, at least, dressed as I like
you to be."  He smiled again, and I blushed a little. "I want to try
something along the lines of the dungeon idea we played with this
summer. Also, I'd like to try some sensory deprivation stuff. But what
I'd like to know right now, is, well...are you up to it?"

Was I up to it?  My heart was beating a little faster. I thought back
to the time I spent in the kennel. It had been hard, living in a cage,
being blindfolded the whole time. But since I had been back, a part of
me found itself wanting more.  I also looked back at the time I spent
in the shed oh so many months ago. That too had been quite an
experience, but I had always regretted that we hadn't done more of it.

Was I up to it?

I kissed Alan on the cheek, and hugged my body to him.

"As you say, Master.  You can do anything you want with me." I
whispered.

"Master?  Since when have you started thinking that way?"

"Since I figured it was appropriate."

He chuckled. "Well, Slave Girl. It isn't. You can call me Sir!"

We both laughed, and snuggled some more before we heard a truck pull
into the yard.

"That's Robert." Alan said.

He took my hands and locked them into my sleeping manacles, then he
got up and put on some clothes.

"I'll be up in a while." He said, as he left the room.

Now trapped on the bed, I listened for the sound of the men talking,
but their voices faded to another part of the house, and soon the
exhaustions of the day took over and I fell asleep.





The next week was different, in that I spent almost the entire time
blindfolded. This was not as bad as it sounded, for Alan had a
surprise for me.

He now revealed what his trip was for, to secure the materials for his
'dungeon'.  He had spent the weekend at my home in the city, taking
delivery on a large amount of stuff he had ordered from people all
over the country.

One of these places was the supply house that supplied all the bondage
equipment for the kennel. Among other things he was not going to tell
me about, he had purchased a body harness and head harness set,
complete with blinder and collar.

We put the body harness on first together, making sure it was snug,
yet not too tight. Alan told me I would be wearing it for a while, and
he wanted it to be as comfortable as possible. I was happy to have it
for the support it gave my breasts, and once Alan saw how well they
were presented with the quarter cup support, he grudgingly admitted
that I was right.

After the stiff posture collar was locked on me, the head harness went
on next, but without the gag. Alan still wanted me able to talk for a
while, and I was happy to hear it.  About the only thing that gave me
pause was the thought of being silenced for such a long time.

He did attached the blinder that wrapped around my face, and I spent
the next week, learning how to get about the house, guided only by the
thin sliver of floor I could see out of the bottom of the blinder. The
amount of floor I could see was further reduced due to my breasts
getting in the way. The tops of them reduced my visibility
considerably.

I also spent the week with my hands attached to my sides via the belt
around my waist. My fingers were also taken away from me due to a pair
for very stiff mittens that bound them together tightly. One nice
thing about the mittens was that they were very well vented. The skin
on my hands would be able to breath. Important for the length of time
I would be wearing them.

All this made me very dependent on Alan, who had to feed me, bathe me,
and help me use the toilet. But by the end of the week, I had grown
used to the lack of hands and sight, and was ready for the next stage.

I knew there was going to be one, because of Robert.  Not that he ever
saw me, or even knew my condition.  It was because every night that
week, Alan would hustle me upstairs and lock me down to our bed, while
Robert came in and worked on something. 

During the day, I would wonder around the house, and try to figure out
what he was doing. But blind as I was, there was not much I could see
to give me any clues, and a closed door was an obstacle I couldn't
deal with.

At one time I attempted to open doors with my feet, but Alan quickly
put a stop to that by hobbling me.

At least I could still talk. I would spend the day with Alan in his
office, chatting about this or that, or he would turn on the speaker
phone and let me talk to Melissa or Lisa. I was cautioned, however,
not to tell them anything about our plans, or to invite them over
until Alan was ready for them.

At night, my bondage didn't change, except for the addition of a chain
leading from my collar to the head of the bed. Alan would indulge
himself in my helplessness, playing my body like a piano. The
attention he gave me was almost too much to handle, but I always ended
up begging him for more.



Then the day came when I found out what Robert had been doing.

Instead of letting me have the run of the house as usual, Alan brought
me downstairs one morning and fitted me with the modified bit gag that
went with the harness I was wearing.  Once again, my mouth was held
open, but not too wide. Just wide enough to let me stick my tongue all
the way out.  He then led me over to the basement door, and unlocked
it before leading me carefully down the stairs.

"We're going to do several things down here in the course of the next
few weeks."  Alan told me as we decended.

Weeks! 

"We're going to start out relatively easily."  He led me forward, and
I tried to get a look at where he was taking me. All I could see
though was the hard packed earth of the unfinished basement floor.

Coming to a stop, he commanded me to kneel, which I did, and then I
was urged forward on my knees.

This had a familiar feel to it.

I was told to stop, and I heard the sound of a cage door being shut
behind me.

He had caged me. Just like at the kennel. Robert, being a welder, had
the skills to build Alan a cage, and that was what was happening down
here.

"I see you understand now, what Robert was doing here night after
night.  He didn't bat an eyelid when I told him what I wanted built
down here. In fact, he told me that it wouldn't be the first time,
although he wouldn't tell me who he had last built a cage for. He was
pretty helpful in helping me put together a few other items too, the
cage you're isn't going to be the only item in this room by a long
shot.  Oh yes, he isn't finished yet. He still has a couple of weeks
more work to do, but as the cage was ready I figured why wait!"

I gasped.

Alan chuckled.

"I see you have grasped the fact that if he came down here now, he
would see you in all your glory locked in your little cage. Well,
after I told him what I wanted, he told that I would have to supply
the material, but his own payment was to have you down here sometime
to provide him with something to look at once and a while. It's okay,
he wont be touching you. I don't want that, and he isn't expecting it.
The cage is locked, and he wont be getting into it. I told you he was
a trustworthy guy, and I meant it.  I figure he knows a lot of things
about a lot of people, but only once have I ever known him break a
confidence."

I was breathing heavily now, not knowing if I was liking what I was
hearing or hating it.  The thought of someone I had just met, now
seeing me like this, confused the hell out of me. It had been
different in the kennel. There all this was expected. But here?

"Have you ever wondered how I found out where Palmer had stashed you?"
Alan was close, he must have been crouching just on the other side of
the bars.

"That hole, that Palmer had you in. It was pretty well disguised. How
do you think I knew it was there? How did I know you were there?
Robert told me. I don't know how he found out, he has a way of
learning things. But this was something he couldn't keep to himself.
He told me what Palmer was doing to you, and that if you were going to
survive that I had better do something quickly.  Without him, you
wouldn't be here now, and I would have lost...well, again I would be
alone.  Anyway.  I owe him a lot, I trust him with my life, and yours.

Just think about it."

I heard Alan get up and begin to move away. I still hadn't moved from
my position on my knees, what he had said to me was staggering.

"Oh. Before I forget. On the left side of the cage, as you go in, is a
feeding station just like the one in  your cage at the kennel. I'll
see you later."

He trod up the stairs, the lights went out, and the door closed on the
silence.



The hours went by slowly. I spent them restlessly, testing out the
limits of my prison, and trying to keep my mind away from what Alan
had told me.

Robert, that big bear of a man, hadn't given me the slightest
indication that he had played such a significant role in my life. How
was I supposed to react to that!

I didn't know what I was going to do when he showed up.  Was I
supposed to ignore his presence? Was I supposed to crawl to the front
of the cage and kneel there so he could get a good look at my naked
body?

Maybe he had already.

While suffering at Palmer's hands, I had no idea what was happening
around me. How was I supposed to know who was assaulting me during
that time. I mean, how DID Robert know I was there.

Rather than being comforted by Alan's trust of the man, I found myself
very scared.

I stumbled around in the dark, pushing at the sides of the cage. It
was very solid, I couldn't move it at all, despite the fact I was
crawling on bare earth. I wondered if I could dig my way out, but the
lack of hands disabled me.

In my searching I did manage to find out what my bathroom privileges
were. In one corner was a bucket. After a few hours, I found I had to
use it. The smell was added to the musty metallic flavor of the air.

I also found the feeding station. Alan was right, it was exactly like
the ones we had at the kennel.  The heat down here had to be turned up
high, which made me sweat a lot and so made me drink a lot. The water
dildo behaved exactly the same way, and I found myself slipping into
the cycle of always waiting for it to recharge.

I remembered back at the kennel, after a few days of drinking like
this, that you got pretty good at knowing just when it was ready to go
again. A talent I found handy after I had come home.  I also found
that the feel of the dildo in my mouth, coupled with the way it acted,
also stimulated my libido, as did the taste and texture of the food.
I was as horny as hell for the longest time while eating.  Now I was
too scared, but I knew that if I ever did relax that feeling would
return.

I tried the food dildo, it was empty.

I think I had almost gotten to sleep when the door at the top of the
stairs opened and the lights came on. To my surprise a bell also rang,
and conditioned by the bell at the kennel, I got up onto my knees
without thinking.

I heard two people walking down the wooden stairs and curled up into a
crouch.

"Hi, Beautiful." said Alan. "its okay, it's just me and Robert. Why
don't you kneel so we can get a look at you."

I would have shaken my head if I could, but the posture collar kept it
straight and level.

"Come on now. It's okay. Honest it is."

Maybe Alan was right. Just because Robert found out I was there,
didn't mean that he had taken part. After all, he DID tell Alan about
me.  God, I was confused.  I slowly resumed my place on my knees.

"I have to say, that you do have good taste."  Robert said.

Behind my blindfold, I began to blush. I could imagine him standing
there, eyes all over my exposed body. My heart began to pound a little
harder, and I straightened up a little.

The men noticed of course, and laughed.

"I could never understand how you have that affect on women." Alan
said.

"They like the way I smile." Robert replied.

"Well, its her supper time, so I had better get to it."

"Hey, I got that extension finished, you want to try it?"

"Sure!"

I had been trying to follow their conversation, but the last part had
me lost.  Extension?

I heard a set of footsteps go up the stairs, and another approach the
cage almost silently.

"Are you okay?  Is anything wrong?"  It was Alan.

In trying to shake my head, I ended up making my boobs sway. I could
never get used to that.  In the kennel you were taught to basically
talk with your breasts, by making them sway or bounce depending on
whether you were saying yes or no. I had always wondered what the men
were supposed to shake.

"That's good.  If everything goes well tonight, we can really get
started tomorrow.  I'm proud of you. A part of me thought you wouldn't
be able to show yourself in front of Robert.  Believe me, he's a good
guy.  How do you like his workmanship. Is it up to your standards?"

Bounce, bounce.

Alan laughed.  "We should play twenty questions."

I groaned.

A heavy thumping told me that Robert was coming back down.

"Got it."  he yelled.  "Now you want this mounted all the time?"

"Yes, so she can use it during feeding time."  Alan replied.

"Okay. Here's how it goes on."

I heard them banging on the side of the cage over by the food station,
but kept my position. I figured that whatever they were doing, I would
find out sooner or later.

It turned out to be sooner.

"Okay, slave girl. It's loaded, so come and get it!"

I shuffled over on my knees to where I thought the dildo was, and
banged my knee on something. Looking down through the gap between my
breasts, I saw a dildo sticking up from a bar of metal that extended
from the side of the cage.

"I didn't want to make it exactly like the kennel." Alan said to me, I
think. "So I thought about it a bit and built that dildo.  Why don't
you get on it first and I 'll explain what you are to do."

Feeling extremely embarrassed, I lifted myself up, and proceeded to
guide myself over the top of the rubber monster.  In my minds eye, I
could picture the two men watching me squirm as the dildo slowly
disappeared inside me. It was a good thing all this had partially
aroused me. Without hands, it would have been very hard to get the
thing into me dry.

After a little effort, I reached the base, and reveled in the full
feeling the dildo gave me.  It sure was a large one, bigger than Alan
I thought. The muscles in my pussy began squeezing it without my
needing to tell them. I leaned forward slightly, and bumped against
another dildo.

"That's the food side at your nose. Take it into your mouth."

I took it in, leaning further forward. My clit ring was pressed
between the rubber phallus and me, pulling my clit upward.  I lifted
slightly to relieve the tension and felt the dildo rise with me about
a quarter of an inch before I could pull it a little out.

"Here's how it works." said Alan. "In addition to the switch in the
feeding dildo, you know, the one that turns on when you start sucking,
I've added a couple more switches in the one you're riding, as well as
a circuit board to control them.

You may have noticed that the dildo is loose. It moves up and down a
little. That is for a reason. A small switch registers when the dildo
is up, and when it is down.  There is another one inside the dildo. If
you aren't squeezing on it with those lovely muscles of yours, I
suggest you start. The switch registers each squeeze. The circuit
board they are both attached to counts every squeeze and bounce coming
in within a half second of each other. When it sees a pair like that,
it fires off the pump that will feed you, IF you are sucking on the
dildo that is.  You stop sucking and it stops pumping. Unlike the one
at the kennel, this one wont keep pumping once started, it will only
do it when the conditions have been met. So, to eat, you will have to
keep on pumping and squeezing and sucking. Why not give it a try."

Was he serious?  I began to pump at the dildo between my legs,
squeezing it with all my might. I also started sucking hard on the
food dildo in my mouth. But after a minute or so nothing was
happening.

"Don't stop. I forgot to tell you. The pump waits until you have
thirty good strokes before beginning to shoot. Oh, and if you stop
sucking, the count begins again."

Now I knew he was crazy.

At this rate, I would be near orgasm when the pump was finally ready
to fire.  I didn't know if I could keep on sucking through one.

I began to loose track as I pumped away at the monster inside me, but
found that as I worked it got easier as my juices started to really
flow.  Where I felt trouble coming was from my clit ring.  With each
bounce, it would pull on my clitoris, sending wonderful sensations all
through me. I knew that if I kept it up I would be cuming in no time,
and sure enough, an orgasm came just as I felt the first few drops of
food come though the feeding tube.

I broke suction, in an attempt to breath through the orgasm, and the
food stopped coming. Frustrated, I gathered my wits and began again.

The men had watched this in silence, but couldn't help commenting as I
began once more to prime the pump.

"Man, that's something." Robert said.

"She's beautiful, isn't she?" said Alan.

"Really something. I have got to get me one of these."

"What would you do with it?"

"Well, there's always Jess."

"You still seeing her?"

"On and off."

"I didn't think she would be into this stuff. You either actually."

"We aren't."

Alan laughed.

I was only listening with half a mind, the other half trying to hold
off the next orgasm so I could get fed.

Wow!





End of Part 6







More Tales from the Valley  Part 7









I lost track of time very quickly. Without access to a clock, or the
ability to see the sun, there was no way I could keep track of when it
was.  I ate when I was hungry, I drank when I was thirsty.

At first I thought I might keep track by counting the number of times
that Robert came to work on the devices that Alan had hired him to put
together. But the time between his visits seemed so long that I wasn't
sure if he was coming every day, or every two days.  When he did come,
or when anyone entered the cellar, a bell would ring and I would be
required to present myself as I did at the kennel. A lot of the time I
had no idea who was down here with me. They would say nothing for a
time and I would have to hold my pose until given permission to move
again.

Often, Robert would give me a big hello and ask me if I was doing
okay. Of course he expected an answer, which meant me bouncing my
breasts up and down. He would walk away laughing.  I looked forward to
his time with me. He would sometimes talk as he worked, telling
amusing stories that would make me laugh. His company helped break the
monotony of my imprisonment. I also began to trust him, for not once
did he take advantage of me in my helplessness, even when he could. I
talk mainly about when I was feeding.  When riding the dildo for my
meal, I was pretty much right up against one side of my cage. Well
within the reach of anyone who had a fancy to reach in and grab me.
But Robert would just comment on how good I looked from wherever he
was watching, making me flush with embarrassment as I humped the
machine.

Speaking of the machine. I don't think it was going as well as Alan
had hoped.

Not long after I was first brought down here, Alan made an adjustment
on the machine. Now it only took ten strokes to prime the pump instead
of thirty. Alan told me that I hadn't been eating enough.  The
reduction helped. I was able to suck down a lot of the cum tasting
fluid before working up to an orgasm, especially once I worked out
just how much pressure was needed to work the dildo switches. Once I
got it figured out, I could usually control things until I was done
feeding, giving myself an orgasm for dessert.

The cum tasting fluid was exactly the same stuff I had been eating at
the kennel, and either Alan had been given the recipe, or he was
buying the stuff in bulk and having it shipped over.  The only variety
I got was when I sucked on Alan. His cum was less sweet.

I didn't spend all my time in the cage, although for the longest time
it felt like I would be. Alan would take me out and we would play
other bondage games. As Robert would finish each piece I would be
taken out and strapped to it for testing when Robert wasn't around.  I
never saw them, but I remember how they felt.

One device had me lying on my back, arms and legs spread wide leaving
me very open. It would swivel, and tilt and it could almost stand me
on my head. In this, Alan would tease me, bringing me to the edge of
orgasm again and again. Almost all of my skin was available to him,
and he used that to his full advantage. 

After Robert left for the last time, he left me attached to this
device for a long time, feeding me food and water from dildos attached
to baby bottles. They would get strapped into my mouth and I would
have to suck down the contents while he fucked me. We had fun trying
to see who could get done first.

Another device was a set of stocks. They were set at waist height,
forcing me to bend over. My legs would be chained to the legs of the
stocks, and a bucket placed under me to catch my waste.  This made my
breasts hang down, and Alan would experiment with breast bondage,
testing the sensitivity of different kinds of rope ties.

I spent a lot of time here too.

Yet another device was a simple metal pole set into the ground.  I was
made to kneel with my back to it, and a short chain was connected to
my clit ring. My hands were locked behind me and attached to another
chain that lifted them up a bit.

What was unusual about this was that the chains were so short that not
only could I not stand up, but when I had to lie down I had to press
the pole right up against my pussy. The clit chain wasn't long enough
to let me get any farther away from it, and the chains on my arms
lifted them high into the air. This wasn't all. Once I was in this
position, the pole would begin to vibrate. I found that the chain
attached to my wrists pulled on a switch. Lying down would turn it on.
I couldn't get any rest without the pole humming between my legs,
sending all sorts of sensations through me.

I spent a lot of time here also.

We also used more conventional bondage devices, and I would spend a
good deal of time bound tightly in one position or another for hours,
or maybe days on end.  One time, shortly before Robert left, Alan had
me strapped tightly inside this bondage body bag. As I lay there all
alone, I began to wonder how long I was going to stay like this, when
I heard the voices of both Alan and Robert as they came down the
stairs. Now, this made my heart jump. This was going to be the first
time that I was out of the cage in Robert's presence. I wondered what
Alan had planned.  I was at least glad that my body was totally
covered by the body bag. Only my head trapped in the ever present head
harness was showing.

What did happen, caught me by surprise.

After saying hello, Robert and Alan stood me up and hooked me onto
something that kept me on my feet. Then I would hear someone pounding
on some metal, which they would occasionally hold against my body.
The men didn't talk much, they just worked quietly, placing metal
against my body in different places until it seemed they had worked
their way from my head to my toes both front and back.

Then came a period when they didn't touch me, instead they worked
together on the other side of the basement. The smells and sounds of
welding not uncommon to me now.

Hours later. I had things pressed against me again, this time larger
things. I couldn't feel much through the body bag, but it seemed they
were making metal straps that hugged my every curve.

It was only after Robert left that I found out what it was.

Alan released me from the body bag, although I was still chained to my
body harness, and led me over to their newest creation. He told me to
step up, and I did so, finding what I was stepping into very unstable.
But with his help I was able to climb up and was immediately brought
to a stop by the cold metal straps I could now feel against my naked
skin.

I heard a creak of hinges, and I felt more straps at my back. 

It was a cage, only this was specifically built for me. It wrapped
around my entire body, from my head to my feet, trapping every limb in
metal. My arms were clamped to my sides, my legs held tightly
together. The only things that escaped it were my breasts which
squeezed out of openings in the front, and my butt which had straps
crossing directly below and above it.

As I heard Alan clicking home a padlock, I tried to move around, but I
was very well held. I also found out why it was so unstable. It was
hanging from the ceiling.

Alan gave me a push, and I swung back and forth.

"How do you like it?"  he asked.

I actually liked it a lot. The unforgiving grip of the metal around
me, held me like nothing else. I pushed and strained, but nothing
would budge. It was even comfortable, the straps were wide and smooth
to the touch. I let myself relax and found that I was held up straight
with hardly a change in my position.

"You like?"

I tried to say yes, by bouncing my breasts. But even that I couldn't
do. So instead I groaned a hopefully pleasing sound.

"Good.  Me too." Alan replied, and he left me.

I spent a long time in that cage, a long, long time.

I was fed, watered, latrined, and aroused in that cage.

Alan would work on my anus, placing different sized objects in it, or
he would play with my breasts, hanging weights or bells on my nipple
rings.  My close pressed legs meant that entry into my pussy was
restricted, but that didn't mean he couldn't slide vibrators between
my legs so they were trapped against my pussy lips. I spent many an
hour enduring the torments of a never dying vibrator.

Eventually though, even this game ended.





I was back in my much roomier cage, when the door to the basement
opened and the bell rang as usual.

I slowly got up on my knees, as I was supposed to, and waited for
Alan.

I heard more than one person coming down the stairs though.

There was the heavy tread of Alan's, and the much lighter tread of a
least a couple of other people.  I wondered who was with him, and had
a big urge to curl up and hide my nakedness. But I didn't dare move. I
didn't want to disappoint Alan.

I was surprised not to hear any talking, although I did hear a little
jingling from some light chains.  What was going on?

Alan ordered me to shuffle back until I reached the back of the cage,
not a great distance.  I did so and the cage door was unlocked.

He then ordered someone to kneel and shuffle forward.

Someone was coming into the cage with me!

My heart began pumping harder in anticipation. I heard the shuffling
of knees on dirt, and sensed that two people had come inside with me,
before the cage door was once against closed and locked. Alan left
without another word.

There was silence for a few minutes. No one moved. Then there was a
moan from one of my guests.  It sounded female.

Could it be Melissa?  Lisa?

I tried to lean back to see, and the brief glimpse I got showed me
nothing but bare legs from either of them.

The other one groaned too, and she too was female.

It had to be Lisa and Melissa, but how could I be certain?

I moaned a greeting and got a reply, but still I couldn't identify
them.  I began to move forward, and tried to touch them, just to see
if anything was familiar, but bound as I was, with no hands to touch
with, I was at a severe disadvantage. The two girls, as I discovered
after a while, seemed to be similarly bound as me, although none wore
a body harness like I did.

Probing with my face, I did discover that they wore head harnesses and
blinders exactly like mine, and as I passed one of their mouths, I got
what I thought was a kiss.

It had to be Lisa and Melissa, but I had no way of knowing for sure
for they had very similar bodies. The only differences were in their
breasts, that I could remember.

I was getting thirsty. I managed to get past one of the girls and
sucked on the water dildo until it stopped giving me water. This got
my hunger up, so I shifted over to eat.

I bet the girls wondered what the hell was going on when I started to
grind away at the food machine. The sounds of my riding the dildo were
unmistakable, as was the smell of my sex as it became fully aroused.

I sucked hard on the food dildo, trying to stay quiet, but the thought
of them being so close, listening to me, made me cum a lot faster, so
I didn't eat as much as I would have liked. I collapse breathing hard,
and eased myself off the dildo to lie on my side.

One of the girls crawled over, and lay beside me. She rubbed her
nipples against mine and whined softly.

Was this Melissa?  I think it was, but I couldn't be sure.

If it wasn't Lisa and Melissa in here with me, there was nothing I
could do about it anyway. I decided to trust that it was, for my own
peace of mind.

It did make me wonder what they were doing here.  Was this the
punishment that Alan had spoken of when we visited the diner? If it
was, how long were they going to be here?

Time passed, and things became very frustrating. Both girls spent
their time either crawling around the cage, or huddling with each
other of myself. I think they both found the water dildo and
remembered enough of what I had told them of the kennel to know how to
use it, but the food machine defeated them, and I could neither tell
them how it worked or show them.

One of them actually got on it, I could hear her working herself up
and down the dildo, but she didn't eat. Her locked open mouth cried
out quite loudly with her passion, so I know she wasn't sucking on the
food dildo.

As time passed, they would spend more and more time drinking water to
quench the rumbles in their stomachs, while I rode the food machine in
a vain effort to show them what they had to do to get fed.

In between these times, we sat together, bodily contact our only
method of communicating.  We would huddle and take comfort in our
closeness.

Finally Alan came back, and at the bell I presented myself as ordered.
The other two, not knowing, stayed where they were.

"Are you hungry?" I heard Alan say.

Moans came from both women.

"All right.  Here's the deal.  You know you're down here because you
left Maria alone when I asked you to watch her. And Maria, you might
be interested to know that both of them expressed an interest in
finding out what you had been doing all this time. Well, Melissa and
Lisa have agreed to spend a weekend here with you, no quarter given,
no early release for any reason.  They are here because they want to
be, and because I think they deserve to be.  But, ladies, I can't have
you starving to death, so I am going to give you a few instructions as
to how to feed yourselves, among other things."

Alan went onto explain the food machine to them, having each one in
turn climb on and use it properly.  I wasn't sure how I felt about
Alan watching them ride the dildo naked and bound as they were,
especially Lisa, but at the moment there was nothing I could do or say
to stop him.

He also told them about the bucket in the corner and the proper way to
say yes or no, which made both of them groan, and finished off with
describing what to do when they heard the bell.

"That's about it ladies, although that isn't near what Maria has been
through down here so far. But I'll let her tell you about that herself
when she gets out.  In the mean time, obey the rules and we'll get
along fine. If you don't, then I can always bring Robert down here. I
know he likes you Lisa, and I don't think he had a chance to see you
naked yet." Alan added with a chuckle.

The girl on my left moaned a protest. She must have been Lisa.

"I'll be by in a while to check on you."  Alan said. "I want you all
to eat again soon."  Then he left.

Shuffling on our knees, we all came together and rubbed against each
other, sort of a hello, now that we knew who we were.  I got quite a
shock when I glanced down, and wondered how I had missed it during all
our other movements.  Looking down through the crack at the bottom of
my blinders, I could see the nipples of both women, and they were
pierced!  Each of them had gold rings embedded in their flesh.  They
looked stunning, and I was quite taken back. 

Lisa moved back over to the food machine and we listened while she
fed.

By now I had gotten used to being watched and listened to while I
fucked myself silly on that thing, but I wondered what Lisa and
Melissa thought about it.  I know that it was extremely embarrassing
to have to lay yourself bare like this under such close scrutiny. I
doubted either of them would have done this normally, if it hadn't
meant their only way of getting food.  While Lisa finished, I used the
bucket in the corner without giving it a thought.

Once Lisa was done, I waited for Melissa to eat, her time on the
machine almost silent compared to Lisa's.  It took her longer too, but
I think she got well fed, for I could hear the soft sound of the pump,
as it shot the 'food' into her mouth before she came.  In the other
corner I heard the sound of the bucket being used.

Then it was my turn. I mounted the dildo, sliding easily down on it's
well lubricated surface, and thought about how the pussy juices of
Lisa and Melissa were now mixing with my own.  Talk about blood
brothers, we were now juice sisters.

My laughing almost made me loose suction on the machine, but I kept it
up, and soon had a belly full of the familiar liquid.

I was just getting done when the bell rang again, and I had to pull
myself off the machine without cuming in order to kneel and present
myself.

"Good."  Was all Alan said at the sight of all three of us kneeling up
straight.

He opened the cage door, and guided one of my friends out. I had lost
track again of who was who.  I listened carefully as to what he was
going to do with her, and was suddenly afraid.  Was he going to tease
her and make love to her as he did me?

You may think me a little crazy to worry about such a thing. After
all, after seeing us all naked and bound and making ourselves cum on a
rubber dildo, a little thing like actual sex has to be expected,
right?

Wrong.  I could get by with what had happened so far, but the thought
of him having sex with either Melissa or Lisa wrenched my heart. The
fact I had done so behind his back, added to my confusion and shame.

Things didn't go that way though.  Alan led whoever it was out to the
middle of the basement somewhere, then came back for me.  Standing up
for the first time in a long time, I hobbled after Alan on shaky feet
until I was pushed against a wide wooden post.  I could hear breathing
to my left, and assumed that the first girl taken out was standing
there.

A minute later we were joined by the third.

Alan worked in silence, and I felt a tug at my left nipple ring.
Looking down I saw him pass a padlock through it and then through the
ring of the girl next to me, locking it tight. He then moved around
and did the same to my other ring, before continuing and connecting my
friends other nipples.

The three of us now stood face to face with a wooden post, connected
all around it by our nipples.  The post was wide enough that my
breasts were pulled slightly apart, my chest hard up against it. I
could only imagine that Lisa and Melissa were in the same position I
was.

Alan didn't seem to be finished. I could hear him move around us, and
when he got to me, I felt him clip something to my clit and labia
rings. What ever it was, it wasn't too heavy, yet it hung freely, and
swung as I moved sending shocks through me.  Coupled with the pull on
my nipples, and the somewhat erotic aspect of the whole situation, I
felt myself growing extremely aroused.

Then the buzzing started.

What he had hung on me was a vibrator, connected to all three of my
pussy rings in some way. The vibrations were low, but there was no way
I couldn't respond to them.  I began to moan and shift my hips, moving
them around in a mindless attempt to find something to impale myself
on.

The lack to something to fill me and let me cum was maddening.

I slowly began to realize, that both Melissa and Lisa were doing the
same thing.  I wondered if they had gotten pussy rings too, or was
Alan using clips.  I didn't hear them yelp,  which meant in my mind
that they had rings.

After a little while I didn't care any more.

All I could think about was the increasing need I had to get fucked.
My need was so strong I started to cry.

I was vaguely aware of my feet being pulled back and moved apart, and
of their being bound into that position. I was more aware of the
fingers that ran up the back of my calves and thighs, coming to rest
on my butt, before sweeping forward to cup my breasts.

I was whimpering loudly by this time, thrusting my hips back toward
the owner of those hands.

I felt a warm breath on my ear. "I love you." And cried out when my
sex was suddenly filled.  This was no cold rubber dildo, this was the
hot, blood engorged representative of my lover's passion.  He pushed
hard and deep, before slowly withdrawing it. Again, and again he would
thrust against me, harder and faster each time. Unable to control
myself I began to cum, jerking hard at my bonds and at the nipple
rings of my poor friends who could do nothing to help themselves.  The
throes of my passion must have pulled hard at their nipples, sending
them over the edge, for soon all of us were crying out in our own ways
as orgasm after orgasm rippled over us.  A cry from behind me
announced Alan's own release, and I could feel him gushing inside me.

For me and the other bound women, the orgasms kept coming, although
the time between them kept increasing. We lost our rhythm too, as we
each reached our peaks at different times.  It seemed for a while
there at least one of us was always cuming at one time or another.

Alan, however had pulled out of me, and I was dimly aware of him
watching us, before turning off the vibrators that were driving us
mad.

He let us rest for a few minutes, before releasing my legs and our
nipples, but he wasn't quite done yet.

once we were all free standing, he took a thin silver chain and
connected it to out clit rings.  Standing in a circle we could see the
chain through the bottoms of our blinders. It appeared to be three
chains, each two feet long. One end connected to us, the others
connected together.  We were all connected by our clit rings.

He shepherded us back to the cage, and bid us goodnight, before
locking us in and leaving.

Tired, hungry and thirsty, we each took silent turns at the food
machine and the water dildo, before falling asleep all snuggled
together.



I was woken by a tugging on my clitoris.

I moaned out loud, hoping whoever it was would stop so I could sleep.
They moaned back however, and kept pulling.

I thought maybe someone was hungry or thirsty, my mouth was rather dry
itself.  I managed to get to my knees and moved in the direction of
the tugging until whoever it was could reach the water dildo.  I
waited patiently for my turn, before waking up the third member of our
little triad, so I could drink.  Of course,she had to drink too once
woken, and as the water dildo never put out much water at a sitting,
and took twenty minutes between each turn, we all had to stay up quite
a while before we could go back to sleep again.

It was a restless night, if indeed it was night time.





We slept, we woke up, we ate, we drank.  We attempted to bring
ourselves off by pulling on the chain that held us together, but
otherwise were undisturbed.  Alan came down once, but didn't say
anything. He just checked the food machine and left again.

It was almost relaxing, although I wish we could have talked, or at
least seen each other.  It was as if we were connected only by our
basic animal needs. Food, water, sex.

We couldn't communicate in much more than grunts and moans, and I
wasn't even sure who was who anymore.

The lack of sight and the lack of sounds, made time pass ever so
slowly. The only senses that were overwhelmed were our sense of taste,
touch and smell.

Boy did we smell.  The aroma of sex hung heavy around us. The constant
pulling on our clits, not to mention the outright fuck sessions we had
on the food machine, filled our noses with the smell of our juices,
not to mention our sweat.  I know that I really smelled. Not once
since I came down here had I been washed with much more than a wet
sponge.  I was filthy from crawling and lying on bare earth for weeks.

I was well used to it by now, but I doubted the others were so happy
about it. Especially Melissa.

I knew Alan was happy about it.  He has a fetish for dirty women.

Time passed slowly

It seemed we had been together a lot longer than two days before Alan
came down to release Lisa and Melissa.

"Better say goodbye."  He said through the open cage door.

We hugged, or at least huddled together for a moment, before Alan
reached in  and disconnected the chain attached to my clit ring.  Then
he led my two friends away and up the stairs to freedom.

I wished I could go with them, but I knew I had to stay. Only Alan
could decide when I was to be free.

He came back down a little while later, and took me out of the cage,
leading me over to the hanging body cage.  He locked me in, and left
me alone to my thoughts.





The body cage was my final resting place until I was released.  My
muscles complained terribly at the enforced immobility, but eventually
got used to it.  I was fed and watered by Alan, unable to do so for
myself, but otherwise left alone.

My thoughts during this time ranged from a yearn to be free, to
memories of my life, to nothing at all.

I don't know if I was depressed, or happy.

I just was.

When Alan eventually unlocked the cage, he had to help me out. He
unlocked the cuffs that held my hands and undid the straps of the
harness I wore. He methodically stripped me of every restraint,
including my gag, but he left the head harness and blinder on me. All
through this he whispered softly to me, telling me it was all over,
and that I was now free.

Naked, except for my head restraints, he picked me up and carried me
up the stairs.  I was aware of feeling cold, the rest of the house not
nearly a warm as the basement had been.

Alan carried me up to the bathroom where a warm tub of soapy water
awaited me. He lay me down in it carefully, getting himself wet in the
process. The warm water felt very good to my aching limbs, the support
easing a lot of the stiffness.

The lights in the room were shut off, and he removed my blinder and
head harness. I was now completely unencumbered.

I could see his face for the first time in I don't know how long. It
was wonderful.

I opened my mouth to say so, but Alan put a finger to my lips.
Grabbing a sponge, he began to bath me, washing off the weeks of dirt
and grime that had embedded itself into my body.  He took special care
to wash my hair, which had become a matted helmet on my head.  He had
difficulty with it though, and several times I attempted to reach up
and help him, but he pushed my hands back down.

So I lay there, enjoying the way he fussed over me, while exploring
the novel feeling of being able to touch my body again.

Too soon he was done, and he lifted me out and dried me, before
carrying me to our bed.

After pulling a blanket over me, he sat with me, stroking my hair and
talking softly, as I slowly drifted to sleep.







End of Part 7









More Tales from the Valley  Part 8









I opened my eyes, and saw shadows.

They captivated me.

I followed their outlines across the ceiling of our bedroom, fully
enjoying the ability to see them at all.

I stretched, and regretted it.  I felt very stiff, very sore. My mouth
especially.  I closed it carefully, it seemed to want to stay open. 

Turning my head felt like I was stretching every sinew with vise
grips, but I worked at it for a moment, and the sharp pain dulled.  It
felt better.

I was lying on my back in our bed, my hands at my sides as they had
been conditioned to be. Lying beside me was Alan, asleep, his
breathing deep and regular.

It was very evident that it was night, the only light was coming from
the yard light outside. I had no idea what time it was.

I stretched again, and felt something attached to my left ankle.
Probing with my other foot, I found that an ankle cuff was locked
there, a chain attached.

At first, I felt a surge of irritation, I had just gotten out of weeks
of tight bondage. But then the feeling changed. I was actually calmed
by the fact that even though Alan had taken me from the basement, he
still wanted to continue with our bondage games.

And, apparently, so did I.

I had a hard time coming to terms with that, my time lately hadn't
exactly been fun.  I tried to put it out of my mind.

I tested my limbs, moving them around slowly so as to not wake Alan,
then pulled myself to a sitting position.

I was still naked under the covers, not a single strap or cuff on me
except for my ankle.

Pulling back the covers, I inspected my body in the dim light. It
seemed flawless.  I doubted that.

Ducking down, I took a look at the chain, it was the big one, good.
That meant I could get to the bathroom, but not downstairs. 

Slipping quietly from the bed, I hobbled slowly out the door and along
to the bathroom.  I was unsteady on my feet, but stronger than I
thought I would be.  Even though I had been in intense bondage, I had
been able to keep the muscles from wasting away by moving around my
small cage.  It was a good thing I hadn't spent the whole time in the
body cage.

A part of me wondered what it would be like to do that. I shuddered.

I got to the bathroom and turned on the light, blinking at the
brightness. Once my eyes adjusted, I again took stock of my body.  I
was definitely thinner, and a check on Alan's bathroom scale confirmed
that I had lost almost twenty pounds.  There were faint lines,
crossing my body, a little sore to the touch. These were where the
straps of my body harness had been. I was surprised the marks weren't
more vivid. My wrists had wider, deeper marks, evidence of my
continual fight against the restraints that had bound them. I had dark
shadows under my eyes, and my face was also marked by lines. My hair
was a mess.

Twenty minutes later I climbed out of the shower, feeling a lot better
for the warm water but hating at my hair.  It was beyond help, I
wanted to cut it all off.

Once dry, I padded back to our room, dragging the chain behind me, and
went to the window.

There was still snow outside, quite a lot more than was there when
last I looked. A lot of time had certainly passed. How much?

How long had I been shut away from the world, with only my bondage for
company, and sex the only use my body put to?

My foot brushed something, and I looked down and saw the head harness
lying on the floor.  I picked it up, curious. Even though I had twice
been in its embrace, I had never gotten a chance to look at it.  The
straps were wide and thick, the locking hasp at the back quite large.
The gag attachment was missing, but the blinder was there. It looked
big, and solid. On the front, in big letters, was my name.  All that
time, anyone who could see me knew who I was. Actually, it answered a
question I had about the kennel. I often wondered how they recognized
us in our identical outfits. Our blinders must have had our numbers on
them.

Standing naked by the window, I closed my eyes and slipped the harness
over my head. Opening my eyes, seeing nothing but the dark leather
blinder, I felt a little more normal. I  could feel the cage around
me, the tightness around my arms, the helplessness.

I quickly pulled the harness off and dropped it on the floor.

The urge to wake Alan was strong.

Instead I crawled back into bed, and lay beside him until I fell
asleep again.





"Hey! Morning, Beautiful."

I opened my eyes and closed them again. The room was bright with
sunlight.

"Come on, lazy. Time to join the real world again."  Alan said to me.

Glaring at him through one half open eye, I said something nasty.

A smack on my rump was part of his reply. "Keep talking like that,
Slave Girl, and back in the dungeon you go."

That made me open my eyes, but when I saw Alan with a big grin on his
face I relaxed. For a moment I had a sudden fear that he meant what he
said.

Alan pulled away the covers and unlocked my ankle cuff. "Do you need
help getting downstairs?" He asked me tenderly.

I started to shake my breasts, the action automatic, but stopped
suddenly.

Alan had caught the movement, and under his smile was a look of
concern.

"I'm okay." I told him, unused to talking.  "Could I have something to
wear?"

He nodded.  "Your stuffs in the closet. If you're okay, I'll meet you
in the kitchen."

I nodded, with my head this time, and waited for him to leave the room
before climbing out of bed.  For some strange reason, I didn't want
him to see me naked just now.

In a green silk shirt that came down to my knees that I had found on
his side of the closet, I met Alan in the kitchen.  He had milk on the
table and was scrambling eggs at the stove, a raised eyebrow his only
reaction to my choice of attire.  The smells assaulted me, my stomach
rumbling in its eagerness.  How long had it been since I had eaten
real food?

"I'm making something that should go easy on your stomach." He said
from his place at the stove. "Or would you rather have cereal?"

"Eggs are good." Was it me, or was the tension in the room a little
high right now.

Alan served the eggs and sat down across from me and watched me eat. 

I managed two fork fulls, before deciding I had to know.  I looked him
straight in the eye.

"How long?"

He didn't hesitate. "Fifty two days."

My heart jumped. Almost two months.  It didn't sound right. I would
have guessed a lot higher.

"Wow."  Was all I could manage to say.

"You were losing too much weight. I had to pull you out. You couldn't
see it, but the mummy cage you were in was hanging from a scale, so I
could keep track.  The food you were being fed kept you alive, but
that was about all.  Many times I was tempted to give you extra food,
real food. Many times  I was tempted to pull you out of there. But you
never gave me a clear sign that you had reached the end of your rope.
You never broke down, gave up. At the end, I had to see just how far
you would go, and who would break first.  It turned out to be me."
The look on his face pulled at my heart. The confidant grin had been
replaced with genuine sorrow.  "I'm so proud of you, surviving all I
put you through, and horrified at myself, for making you do it.  I'm
sorry, and can only hope you'll forgive me."

I was touched. I reached out to hold his hand. "There's nothing to
forgive," I whispered to him, "I wanted this, remember?"

"This was too much."  he responded.

"You did warn me, and gave me every chance to back out.  I went in
there prepared to give myself completely to you. To take whatever was
handed out.  Sure you scared me. There were times I thought you had
abandoned me, that you really didn't love me.  I thought you were
going to give me casually to Robert, or whoever else you were going to
invite over. I even thought that with me out of the way you were going
to start seeing Lisa again. But you didn't. You stuck with me. You
loved me. You saw me through.  Maybe next time..."

"NEXT TIME!  Maria, there isn't going to be a next time! Not like
that!"

"There has to be!" and I realized as I said it, it had to be true. "I
have to do it again, and again. If I don't I'll always be wondering,
always be craving for something I can't have.  It won't be soon, but
sure as you're sitting there, I'm going to need to go back down there
and stay until I can't stand it any more!"

Alan was looking at me as if I was mad. "Look, you're tired, you
haven't had time to recover, not by a long shot. Why don't we wait a
while before talking about you going back."

"I'm not crazy...am I?" I pleaded.

Alan got up and came over to me, putting his arms around me and
holding me tightly. I hugged him back, taking strength from his
embrace.  "No," he whispered softly, "you aren't crazy. You just need
time to readjust. So do I.  We'll cool it on the bondage for a while
huh? Give you time to get your strength back?"

"No.  Not all of it.  I need something." I pulled away a little so I
could look into his face.  "Please."

Reluctantly, Alan nodded.





Later that day, I got to talk to Melissa. Sitting in Alan's office we
spoke on the phone. I still wore the silk shirt, unable to over come
my reluctance to have him see me nude. On my left ankle I wore the
ankle cuff, the long chain attached to the heavy iron grill in front
of the fireplace in the living room.  It gave me access to most of the
first floor, but nothing beyond.  It was the only bondage Alan would
allow me right now.

Alan himself was out riding Nelson. He thought I should speak with
Melissa in private.

"Ohmygod!  You're out!" Melissa screamed. "When did he let you out?"

"Last night." I replied quietly.

"And you didn't call me?"

"I wasn't in much shape to do any calling." I said truthfully.

"Oh, Sweety. How are you?  Are you hurt? Are you sick?" The concern in
her voice was overwhelming. The sound of her voice reminded me how
much I had missed her.

"Just tired, and sore.  I missed you you know."

"I missed you too, Sweety. Alan wouldn't let us visit you, except in
bondage.  He wouldn't even tell us where you were for the first couple
of weeks. For a while I thought he was turning into another Eric. When
we started to complain too much, he told us that the only way we would
be able to see you was to go in the same way you did. I wouldn't do it
without Lisa, but she was curious about what you were doing anyway."

"I'm happy you did."  Not to mention very surprised.

"I still don't know how you managed it.  Just one weekend was bad
enough, but its been...what...six weeks? Seven?  You can't have come
out of there all right."

"I'll be okay.  Believe me.  Its not as if I was being whipped or
kicked around again."

There was silence on the other end of the phone for a moment. I knew
that Melissa was still haunted by her own assault, and the reference I
had made to mine easily reminded her of her own torture.  "I'm coming
down. I'll leave as soon as I can. I'm going to call Lisa, and have
her go over."

"You don't have to rush." I said. "Although I will be glad to see
you."

"I'd rather someone was with you, Sweety."

"I do have Alan." I reminded her.

"No. Someone...someone who understands.  I'll call her now and will be
there soon.  Bye Sweety!"  She hung up.

I stared at the phone for a moment.  Understands what?

I could understand her not trusting Alan to properly take care of me,
Eric had destroyed her trust in men completely. She trusted Alan to a
point, but that was only because she respected my love for him.  They
were friends, but only because of me.  Thinking about it, I realized
that for Melissa to trust Alan enough to allow herself to be bound and
put in the dungeon, meant that her care for my well being was very
strong indeed.

It made me feel very special. A good feeling.

The phone rang a couple of minutes later, and I answered it without
thinking. "Hello?"

"Maria, it's Lisa.  It's good to know that Alan finally gave you
parole. You must have been on extra good behavior."

I smiled.  "Let's just say, I wasn't in a position to misbehave."

"I'll bet. You can tell me all about it later. Melissa called and
asked me to go see you, but I'm kinda tied up here at the diner."

"Who tied you up, Robert?"

I heard her laugh. "Cute. By the way, he's pretty impressed by you.
Asks if I know any dirty secrets about you."

"I think he knows just about enough of my dirty secrets." I replied.
"Besides. It's you he has the hots for."

"Please, I have to work with the man."  We both laughed, but I knew
what I said was true. He had told me often enough while I was bound in
the big cage.  He didn't work weekends at the diner because he needed
the money.

"Anyway," Lisa continued. "It'll be a while before I can break free,
at least a few hours. Don't let Melissa brow beat you into anything
while she's there. She's been pretty hyper about you lately."

"I can handle her." I said with a smile. "I've had to for years."

"I'll see you later then. Is there anything I can bring?"

I thought for a moment, and my tummy rumbled. "Yes. Apple pie, with
lots of ice cream."

"You got it. Bye!"

Now I felt really good.

I stood up and walked over to the den, the chain attached to my ankle
scraping noisily across the hard wood floor.

In the den, Alan had removed one of the couches and a couple of
tables, to make space for a treadmill and a weight machine.  He told
me that I would begin using them everyday to build my strength up. It
would take the place of my daily walks bound behind Nelson until the
weather improved.

I knew I wouldn't be starting this until tomorrow, but I wanted to see
just how much my dungeon time had taken out of me. Setting the
treadmill on very slow, I held on and started walking. The ache in my
muscles wasn't bad, I figured that it would be gone in days. But I
felt tired all the time, and soon stopped walking. Not only my
strength, but my stamina needed work. A good diet and plenty of
exercise would fix that.





Melissa and Alan showed up about the same time, and were friendly
enough, although Melissa refrained from making a comment when she saw
my ankle chain. Instead she fussed over me, treating me like more of
an invalid than I was, while Alan looked on.  At one point I caught
his eye and we both smiled. Melissa is my dearest friend, but she does
over do things a bit.

Lisa showed up later, not only with pie, but with an entire meal for
the four of us. We spent dinner in lively conversation, avoiding any
mention of the dungeon.

It wasn't until later that Alan left us to talk, although it was more
like we left him. He had fired up the hot tub again and I wanted to
take the opportunity to soak my aching body.

Melissa, Lisa and I sat quietly in the hot, bubbling water. The night
air was cool, but calm, and I had just got done talking about the
various ways I had been bound while in the dungeon.

"So, Robert knows all about you and Alan?"  Lisa asked me.

"I don't think he knows everything," I replied, "but he certainly
knows about our games."

"I don't know how you can still call them games." said Melissa. "It
sounded like torture to me. I mean its one thing to tie someone up for
a little sexual play, but that was going way too far."

"Alan agrees."  I said to her.

She looked rather surprised.  "If he agrees, then why the chain?"  She
pointed at the chain snaking out of the water and over the side. One
end was connected to the ankle cuff I wore, the other to the base of
the tub somewhere. I could get out of the tub, but not leave it, not
even to go inside.

"It was my idea. I made him do it." I replied.

"Your idea?  Sweety, after what you have been through how could you
want to continue?"

"You still don't understand, do you?  I wasn't forced down there, I
wasn't kidnapped or threatened. I went downstairs knowing I would be
tested more than I ever had before, and I wanted that."

Melissa looked away, as if she couldn't trust herself to look at me.
Lisa watched us both from the far side of the tub, wondering if she
should get in the middle of our 'family squabble'.  

I decided to change the subject.

"When did you guys get pierced?"

This made Lisa smile and Melissa groan.  "About a week after we found
out you were." Lisa told me. "We were going to surprise you once they
were healed, but by then you had already been put away."

"I like them, they look good on both of you."  It was true. As we
climbed naked into the tub, I got a chance to see them properly for
the first time. The way the light reflected off the rings had
emphasized their nudity like nothing else could. I saw then what Alan
saw in me when he first had me pierced.

"It would have been just her if she hadn't been so scared." Melissa
said.  Lisa gave her a dirty look.

"Yeah, you came with me to hold my hand and then decided to get done
too."  Lisa added.

Melissa smiled and move across to Lisa. They kissed for a moment then
parted again.

"Where did you get them done?"  I asked, happily watching this tender
moment.

"That place on tenth street. You know the one." Melissa said without
turning. Both she and Lisa were watching each other.

"Sure."  

Something was going to happen.

It did a moment later.  Like a cat pouncing on another, Melissa leapt
at Lisa who ducked under the water and came up next to me.  In a
moment she had climbed out of the tub, laughing with glee, and started
running buck naked through the snow to the tree line.  Melissa jumped
out after her, and without a word ran after her also laughing.

I watched, totally amazed as my two friends ran naked into the woods,
oblivious to the cold.

I settled back in the water to await their return. I didn't have to
wait long.  Lisa came running back, with Melissa right behind her.
They had cleared the tree line and were passing through smooth snow
when Melissa leapt and brought Lisa down. The two of them rolled about
in the snow, screaming with the cold, and I felt a little pang of
envy. I wished that I was strong enough to join them. 

Panting, they quickly got up and raced back to the hot tub, shivering
as they climbed back in.

"Damn that's cold!" Lisa exclaimed, her nipples standing out and half
covered in snow. She immersed herself until only her head was above
water, as did Melissa.

"What was all that about?"  I asked them.

Lisa and Melissa grinned at each other. "Nothing."  Melissa said.

They started to laugh, and I felt left out of the joke. They must have
seen my reaction for they both took pity on me and stopped fooling
around. Instead they reached out and pulled me into the center of the
tub.

"Just relax." Melissa said.

I was already relaxed, the hot moving water had done wonders for me,
but it was nothing compared to the rub down they gave me. Both of them
worked on me simultaneously, one on my front, one on my back. The dug
their fingers into every muscle I had, probing and rubbing the pains
away.  I closed my eyes and drifted, thinking of nothing else but
their hands as they made their way across my body.

I must have almost fallen asleep under their ministrations, for after
what seemed like a long time, I noticed a change in their technique.
Fingers seemed to be concentrating on the more sexual parts of my
body. My nipples were being massaged and my clit ring tugged gently. a
couple of fingers found the entrance to my pussy and probed it
lightly.  A hand centered under my back, and I floated in the water,
my legs spreading on their own as the sensual massage continued.

The various fingers began to move with more determination and soon my
arousal was nearing a peak. I let them do their work, and began to
quietly orgasm, the sweet sensations filling me again and again.

Eventually I was let go, and I opened my eyes to see Melissa's face.

"Thank you." I whispered.

Melissa bent low and kissed me on the lips. "You're welcome, Sweety."

A few minutes later, Alan came out to bring me in.







The weeks passed with a gentle routine.  Alan, at first, was unsure
about how far I wanted to go with our bondage games, but after I
assured him that he couldn't go too far, he felt confident enough to
take charge again.

But, rather than fall into a heavy bondage routine, he decided instead
to develop the D's side of our relationship.  That is to say, "Alan
Master, me slave".

He put together a schedule for the day, that I was supposed to follow.
In addition to the usual housework, I was also cook and serving girl
too. Fetching and carrying for him at every meal.  

He also kept track of my exercise, making sure that I did the required
miles and pulled the required weight. Under his tutelage, I soon
gained my weight back and added a few more pounds, all muscle I was
told.  I felt fit, and energetic.  

We didn't ignore the more sexual side of our relationship either,
although for a while it took a back seat to getting me well again.
Alan would slowly add 'standing orders' that I was supposed to
remember and keep doing unless told other wise.  The repetition of
action this required, soon became second nature. For instance, he
always liked the way I had to shake my breasts to say "yes" or "no"
while in the cage, so he put that rule back into effect. Any question
I could answer simply was to be done with my boobs.  Of course this
meant that I lost the shirt I wore the first couple of days. I was
nude again for the first couple of weeks until Alan got me a quarter
cup bra and a body harness to wear when not sleeping.  

I was also required to suck on him at any time of his choosing, and
generally be available for his use whenever he felt the need. He had
me follow him around when I wasn't busy doing other jobs for him. I
would not be allowed to walk, instead I had to crawl on my hands and
knees and kneel by his side when he stopped. He loved to watch me
crawl, and would offer compliments that made me blush.

I kept urging him for more and more ways to please him, and he would
add more.

He began his 'always plugged' rule. At no time, day or night was I to
be without something inserted inside me somewhere. For a while, I was
rarely gagged, most often I had a dildo locked into my pussy, or a
butt plug trapped in my anus.  One was never taken out without another
one put in first, and often I had to get around with both.

During dinner, I had to kneel between his legs, his penis in my mouth
while he ate. When he was done he would put my food on a plate on the
floor and I would have to eat it there without my hands. One night, he
tried something he had read in a story he got off the net, and had me
lick my food off his penis. But he almost burned himself with the hot
food, so that idea was scrapped. To make sure I got fit, he always
made sure I finished everything I was supposed to eat.  

He attached a bells to my rings, a different tone to each.  Every so
often he would demand a concert and I would have to play a simple tune
on the bells, making sure to use them all. I would play by flicking
them with a finger, stimulating myself in the process.  Alan also
learned to play his 'Maria organ', matching the climax of the music to
a climax of my own. The bells were never taken off unless my rings
were used for bondage, and the constant jingling from my private parts
reminded me more than anything how open I was toward this man.

We practiced different 'slave' positions, and many an evening would be
spent with me going through my paces like a well trained dog.  I even
learned to dance, and delighted in teasing Alan with exotic movement.

The bondage slowly increased too, but not very much.  The chain on my
foot never went away, I was trapped either upstairs of downstairs
until Alan moved the other end. Sometimes I would have my hands bound
during our play. He also brought back the sleeping bondage that I had
gotten used to before going into the dungeon, my hands shackled over
my head to the headboard, one leg shackled to the foot of the bed.

All in all, as time went by, I was very happy about how things were
going. Melissa would remark about how degrading some of my actions
were, but it didn't matter to me. I found love in everything I was
asked to do for Alan, and he never mistreated me.





I had just gotten done with my cleaning one day, and had come into
Alan's office to kneel by his side, when to my surprise he told me to
have a seat instead. By this time, one of his standing orders was to
never use a piece of furniture without being told, and it had been a
while since I last sat in a chair.  This one was leather, and the
surface felt cold to my naked skin. It also pushed the butt plug I was
wearing at that time further in to my rectum, and it filled me enough
already!

"I want to try something."  he said to me. "Have you ever worn
contacts?"

Puzzled, I shook my breasts, making the little bells jingle and Alan
smile.

"Would you like to try?"

I wondered why, I didn't need them, but Alan evidently had something
prepared, so again I let my breasts do my talking for me.

Alan had me scoot up to his desk and pulled out a package that had
come in todays mail.  He had me sit back and look at the ceiling and
proceeded to fit me with the weirdest contacts I had ever heard of.
He took his time, not unsure of the procedure, but unpracticed. I
gripped the hand rests of the chair, wishing he had tied me down
first.  When he applied the first contact I thought something had gone
wrong. I couldn't see and it felt physically strange to have something
in my eye. I blinked furiously until I  got used to it. 

"I can't see, Sir."  I told him. Oh yes, I was to refer to him as
'Sir'.

"Are you sure, close your other eye."

I did so, and was certain, the eye with the contact in was blind.

"Good."  he said.

"Good. Sir?"

"You're okay. It's the contact. It's completely impervious to light.
Lets put in  the other one."

If I couldn't see through it, what good was it?  Then it hit me. This
was just another blindfold.  

The other contact went in and I blinked out the tears that formed for
a moment. I was completely blind. It was a very weird feeling. Putting
my hands to my face, there was nothing across my eyes, yet no light
got in at all. 

"Where did you find these, Sir?"  I asked Alan.

"The kennel has a list of reliable contacts for all kinds of things.
The guy that made those does makeup effects for a major studio in
California.  He had to make a set of contacts for an actor that was
supposed to be blind. It worked so well that he shared the idea with a
friend of his into BDSM, who shared it the rest of the world via the
net.

They market them as the worlds smallest blindfolds, and customers can
have them custom made.  How do they feel?"

"Okay for now, Sir, but it's very strange."

I don't know if Alan smiled or not, the blackness was complete.

"You should see it from this side."

"Why, Sir?"

"You look almost normal to me." he said with a laugh. "This guy can
put anything you want on the outside of the contact. I had him make
this set up with iris's the same color as yours. anyone just looking
at you wouldn't be able to tell that you couldn't see.  I have two
more sets, one completely white, so it looks like you have no iris's
at all, and one with the word 'slave' written on each one."

Wow!  "Am I to wear these all the time now, Sir?"

"No. These are for special occasions. But you might need to wear them
for hours at a time, and I'm told that someone who has never worn them
before has to gradually work up to wearing them for extended periods.
I'll have you wear them a little longer each day from now on until you
are well used to them, then every once and a while from them on."

"All right, Sir."

"Now, off the chair, and keep Mr. Wiggly warm for a while."

"Yes, Sir."  I replied, bouncing my boobs.

I got back on the floor, and while Alan worked, felt for his penis and
let it lie on my tongue, blinking my unseeing eyes.

The new contacts got their first official use a week later.  By that
time I had gotten used to wearing them for several hours of the day,
and had grown quite comfortable with them.

Right after I had finished my morning bathroom routine, Alan took me
aside and popped the contacts in. He then replaced the small dildo I
wore in the bathroom, with a much larger one that also had a clit
stimulator, locking it in place by passing a small padlock through my
labia rings. Then he gave me some shoes and a long coat to wear. This
excited me, for it meant I would be leaving the house with him,
something I hadn't done in months (I don't count going out to the hot
tub).  He led me down the stairs and outside, and I took a deep
breath. The air was cool, but not biting. Spring was coming and I was
looking forward to it. Already the snow had begun melting, the sound
of the melted water rushing down the surrounding hillsides was clearly
audible. Alan told me that the stream through the valley rose about
five feet at this time of year as it absorbed the run off.  I could
well believe it.

Alan led me to the truck and helped me inside.  A cold breeze blew
under the coat and flowed over my naked skin making me shiver.  Where
ever he was taking me I hoped he didn't expect me to take off my coat.

The truck started and soon we were driving. The vibrations from the
engine were muted by the seat springs, but they still made me very
aware of the full feeling in my pussy and the little rubber extension
that rubbed my already aroused clitoris. I was glad we didn't go far.  

I heard other vehicles and clutched my coat tight around me as we got
out.

"Try to look normal." I was told.

"Yes, sir." I replied, wondering if I was walking bow legged.

He took my arm and walked me a few yards, opening a door in front of
us.  Stepping through I heard a lot of voices and the sounds of
cutlery clinking against plates, I thought I knew where we were.  The
diner.

"Hey, Alan, Maria!"  cried a familiar voice.

"Hi Robert."  Alan said.

"Long time no see." Robert said from very close by. "You still hanging
around with this loser?"

I laughed until he suggested we hang up our coats.

"That's okay, we'll keep ours." Alan said to him.

"No matter to me. There's a booth on the side you can use."

Alan took my arm again and attempted to guide me over, but I bumped
into a couple of tables, one time hard enough to cause a bruise. I
felt another hand take my free arm.

"You okay, Maria?" Robert asked.

"I'm fine." I said.

"She just has something in her eye."  Alan told him.

There was silence for a few seconds.

"Well, I'll be!"  Robert had obviously spotted the contacts.

He let go and Alan and I made it to the booth without further
incident. I sat down, not knowing which way I was facing, or how many
people could see me.  Not only that, but the clit stimulator had done
a good job of really making me horny.

"You want your usual?" Robert said standing next to me.

"Sure, and the same for Maria, only give her milk instead of coffee."

"No problem. Hey, Maria. Do you hear bells?"

I blushed furiously as Robert walked away laughing.

Then, another thought chilled me.

"Sir, may I speak?"  I had to ask before starting a conversation.

"Go ahead." replied Alan.

"Are...are standing orders still in effect?"

"You'll find out if I have to punish you when we get home."

This chilled me even more. We talked a lot about punishment a while
back. Alan had problems with it. While he thought a light spanking
could be quite erotic, to turn it into a punishment would mean his
having to hit me a lot harder than he was comfortable with, so we
needed to find something else. We eventually decided upon using the
body cage in conjunction with tight nipple clips and an oversized butt
plug. My time in the cage would be dependent on the offense, but any
offense would bring a minimum of twelve hours. Not something I was
eager to try. At least not yet.

That I had to decide now, whether to suffer at least a day like that,
or get down under the table right now, almost made my heart stop.

Alan must have seen me pale, for he started laughing. "Don't worry.
I'm only kidding.  You can take this as another standing order that
you don't have to do anything that would get us noticed when we're in
public."

I could have hit him, but the relief made me smile, and soon we were
both laughing about it.

Robert showed up with our food, and I spent the meal trying to
remember where my glass was. Eating without being able to see was
difficult enough, but having to do it in a way that made people think
I could see made it harder still.  It wasn't until we were done that I
remembered the dildo inside me, so heavy was my concentration on the
meal.

Halfway through the meal we were joined by Lisa.  She sat next to me
and gave me a hug which I returned enthusiastically.

"It's about time you got out. How have you been?" she asked me.

"Good. I'm feeling very good. Just waiting for it to warm up a bit
more so I can get outside."

"You could go out now if you wanted too."

"Well..." I said, a little lost for words.

"I know.  You'd be a little under dressed for the weather.  Alan, you
have to let her out sometime."

"Soon,"  he said, "very soon."

"I'll bet." Lisa answered. "Anyway, I can't stop, We're busy in the
kitchen but I had to say hi.  Maybe I'll stop by tonight."

"No. Try tomorrow afternoon." Alan told her.

"Sure, tomorrow. No problem."

"If we're not in, just wait for us."

"Okay.  See you then!"

I heard her get up and leave.  "Sir?"

"Yes?"

"Was it my imagination, or didn't she notice I couldn't see?"

"I don't think she noticed."

Throughout the rest of the meal I wondered what Alan had planned for
tomorrow afternoon, that would mean us being out of the house for a
while.







End of Part 8







More Tales from the Valley  Part 9









The next day started just like all the others. I was woken up, my
night time butt plug exchanged for the thin bathroom dildo, and
unchained from the bed.

In the bathroom I bathed Alan before bathing myself, enjoying immensly
this rare moment when I could run my hands all over his body. I would
then scurry down to the kitchen to prepare breakfast, after which I
began the daily cleaning while Alan retreats to his office.

Lunch was no different, I spent it on my knees of course, Alan's
manhood stiff in  my mouth, and after he had finished, both his meal
and his orgasm, I got to eat out of my bowl.

It was after I had cleaned up after the meal when Alan broke the
routine and showed me what he had planned.

"We're going to spend the afternoon outside." he told me. "You won't
be wearing much more than you have on now, but I hope that you will be
active enough not to worry to much about the cold."

I jiggled my boobs up and down while wondering what was in store for
me.  I hoped I wouldn't be too cold, all I wore was my harness with
the quarter cup bra attachments and wide leather belt.

Alan took me into the living room and had me stand in the middle of
the room.

"Just a few things I need to add. Bend!" 

Recognizing one of my slave position commands I bent low, spreading my
legs and grabbing my ankles.  This position usually meant he was
inserting a butt plug in me, and I wasn't wrong.

It turned out to be a big one, the widest part of it hurt going in
despite the lubricant covering it. But when it narrowed again it was
very comfortable, and I figured that the wide shaft was so I wouldn't
be able to push it out.

I felt something brush my thighs, and looked through my legs to see a
thick tail hanging there.

"Stand!"

I stood up straight, squirming a little as I adjusted to the intruder
in my ass.

"You can take a look." Alan said smiling.

I did, and was amazed at what I saw.  It really looked like I had
sprouted a tail, long and full, it matched my hair color perfectly. I
wiggled my butt and it whipped back and forth.

"A pony tail, Sir?"  I asked.

Alan smiled. "You got it. How does it feel?"

"Okay.  It hurt going in, but it feels fine now, Sir."

"Do you think you can wear it for a while?"

"It'll be fine, Sir." I said honestly. Wow, I was going to be a
ponygirl for a while!

Alan reached into a box and pulled a bundle of black leather straps
out.  Wrapped inside them was something shiny. When Alan untangled the
straps I saw it was a bit. This was a harness bit gag, my least
favorite gag.

He fitted the harness over my head, pulling my hair through a ring in
the back, and before inserting the bit, kissed me deeply on the mouth.

The bit was hard, and had a tongue depressor that took away my ability
to speak. I suffered in silence as Alan adjusted straps and locked the
whole thing on me with a large padlock.

"Feel okay?" he asked.

Bounce bounce jingle jingle.

He dug in the box again, and pulled out a pair of shoes, and what
strange shoes they were.  They were big, and oddly shaped. It took a
moment to take it all in. They looked like high heels without the
heels. Instead the soles had what looked like horse shoes attached to
them.  The shoes were a lot more like boots, in the way the tops
stopped not below the ankle, but above it.

"Let's try these on." he said, kneeling in front of me.

Alan produced a sock, which he slipped over my left foot, before
sliding on the shoe. I gripped his shoulder for balance as the tight
fitting item slid up and past my ankle.

The inside was comfortable, but felt strange. I had been barefoot for
so long that my feet were not used to being shaped for heels.

Alan began tightening laces, and the shoe molded itself to me. It too
was locked on with a padlock.

Balancing on that foot, while the other was shod, came as a surprise.
The wide area covered by the horse shoe, made it more stable than I
would have expected. Even though my heel wasn't visibly supported, the
tight fit around my ankle kept my foot in a position that supported my
weight well. It was like walking on the balls of my feet.

With the other shoe on, the effect was magnified. Looking down at my
feet, they looked like real horses feet, if those feet were black and
smooth.

"Can you walk?"

I took a few tentative steps, and then started to walk more normally.
Both didn't feel right.  I lifted my knees a little more and felt my
foot placement become a little more natural. Something about the angle
of my feet in the shoes required a more knees up walking style.

"Be careful you don't scratch the floor." I was told.

I placed my feet carefully and made my way back to Alan.

The next step was to secure my hands. This he did by crossing them
behind my back, elbows bent, just below my shoulder blades. Another
padlock through D rings in my wrist cuffs locked them to my harness.
Not the most comfortable position, but as far as Alan was concerned, a
very attractive one.  It made me arch my back slightly, pushing my
breasts forward.

The final step, was attaching a leash.  This he got out of the box,
and once unwrapped was actually two seperate leashes.  He had me
spread my legs and threaded a leash through my left labia ring. The
first six feet of the leash was made out of thin chain, and felt cold
against my skin, but I didn't move. Alan brought the end up my front,
and threaded it through my left nipple ring, before attaching it to
the left end of the bit gag.  Smiling, he threaded the other leash
through my opposite rings and connected it the same way.  I now had
two leashes attached to my bit gag, threaded through both my nipple
and labia rings.  It wasn't quite done yet. He had me tilt my head
forward until my chin was close to my chest, then he took a couple of
tiny locks and connected them to the leashes just below my nipple
rings. When I lifted my head the locks pulled on my nipple rings,
lifting my breasts up.  Looking straight ahead, my breasts were lifted
almost out of the cups, my nipples centered almost perfectly.

"You look great!  You feel okay?"

Bounce bounce Ow!

Bouncing my breasts pulled hard at my nipples, but the little bells
still rang true.

Standing behind me he took the leashes in hand, they now served the
function of reins. 

"I assume you know what I mean when I pull on these," he said, "but
just to make sure we'll go through it now.  A flick against your ass
means go."  He demonstrated by flicking the reins somehow, and I felt
them strike me on the butt. I began to walk slowly forward.

"Good, a pull to the left or right means turn that way."  He pulled on
the right leash, tightening it against my pussy lips and breast. My
head pulled down to the right, so I obediently started turning.

"Don't stop to turn, keep moving." 

I kept going until he released the tension and then turned left a
little when he pulled that side.  In this manner we wondered around
the living room, with me waiting for his signal before turning to
avoid furniture.

"To stop, I do this."  He jerked hard on both reins, and my head went
down. The rubbing of the chain against my pussy lips sending a small
wave of pleasure through me. I stopped immediately.

"Good, that's the basics. I'll teach you more in a while, but lets go
outside."

I started to move toward the door, but was brought to a stop with
another pull.

"Hey!  You don't move until I give you the proper cue. Understand?"

A little shocked at the hard pull, I did my best to signal a yes with
my breasts, and stood waiting until he gave me the go signal.

We reached the door without further incident, and he reached around me
to open it.  The air outside was crisp, but not too bad.  The sun was
bright and felt warm on my skin, and thankfully there was little wind.

I was directed out onto the porch and into the yard.

"If I keep flicking your ass, it means speed up." Alan told me, doing
so. I picked up the pace, growing more confident in my strange
footwear with each step. Balanced as I was on the balls of my feet, it
seemed my legs had a little more bounce to them, and made lifting my
knees a little higher easier.

We headed toward the barn, and Alan stopped me at the hitching post
outside. Wrapping the reins as I have seen him do for Nelson, he left
me alone for a moment by going in the barn. 

I stomped a bit in my new shoes, and tried to get a bit more
comfortable. The butt plug was a constant reminder of the tail that
hung down behind me, and the way my arms were bound was also something
I couldn't forget.

At least the snow was gone. In the yard at any rate.  All of Alan's
snow removal had kept the yard fairly clear, and once the snow began
to melt, the thin layer of ice over the yard had melted almost
immediately. It was muddy, but at least it wouldn't be slippery.

The big barn door opened, and Alan came out towing a pony cart. I
shouldn't have been surprised.

"How do you like it? Robert put it together for me weeks ago, I've
been dying to try it out!"

It looked very basic. Not much more than a seat mounted between two
large wheels. The spar coming out the front was different though.
Instead of the usual two, there was just a single one coming straight
out the middle. The end where I assumed I would go, ended in a square
fork, just wide enough for me to fit into. 

Alan backed me up into it and fussed a moment with the belt around my
waist. A moment later I felt the weight of the cart on my hips. It
wasn't too bad.

"Looks okay. I'm going to tuck the reins into the belt for a few
minutes, I want you to start walking around the yard with the cart
empty to see how it feels."

I felt him puling on the belt a little more, then he smacked me on the
rump and I took this as my cue to start walking.

The cart bumped up and down behind me, but rolled easily. I had no
problems walking around.

"Faster, see if you can trot!" Alan called out.

Obediently I sped up, picking up to a slow jog.  It reminded me of the
treadmill and I wondered if Alan hadn't had this in mind when he
picked out that particular piece of equipment.

The cart bounced a lot more behind me and the effect was jarring. My
breasts bounced too, ringing the little bells and pulling at my bit
gag.  I kept my head low to avoid the worst of the pulls on my
nipples. Otherwise I was having fun. The plug in my butt felt huge,
but not overwhelming, the tail hanging from it swished against my
legs.

I circled the yard once more and stopped when told to.

Alan walked up and pulled the reins out of the belt, then checked all
my straps again. "Okay?" he asked.

Bounce.

He laughed, knowing my discomfort, and walked back to the seat of the
cart.  I didn't turn my head to follow him. I knew if I did that I
would pull more on my nipple rings.

I felt the weight change on the spars connected to my belt, but it
wasn't as bad as I feared. Apparently the cart was well balanced
enough that I carried only a small fraction of Alan's weight.

I felt the reins tighten a little, and then a flick.

Pulling was harder now, but not terribly so.  The cart seemed more
stable, and didn't bounce around.  The effort to pull him made me
breath a little harder but it was still well within what I was used to
on the treadmill. He flicked again and I started to trot, going left
or right depending on the tension I felt on the reins.  This time I
was being aroused. The rings on my pussy lips kept the reins brushing
this most sensitive area, and soon I was getting quite hot. I knew
that I was getting wet down there from all the friction.  I liked it!

We trotted around the yard and up and down a short portion of the
driveway before pulling up in front of the house.

Alan got out of the cart and went inside for a moment, coming out with
a squeeze bottle of water, which he held to my mouth.  I thanked him
with a smile as I drank the water down. Despite the cold air I was
sweating a little.

"Having fun?" he asked me, his evil grin in place.

I nodded and bounced my breasts, a combination that was less
stressful.

"Good. Then we can move on."

What now?

I got my answer.  He led me over to the barn and went inside. When he
came out, one hand was behind his back,the other held a long thin pole
with a whip in the end. 

I backed up in alarm.

"It's okay." Alan said, taking hold of my reins and soothing me as he
did Nelson when he was spooked. "I'm not going to whip you. This is
just for striking you on the ass cheeks a little to help motivate you.
It will be all right."

I wasn't too convinced, but Alan continued to soothe me and soon I was
calm enough to stand still again. I knew Alan wasn't into whips, and I
doubted that he would have suddenly developed a taste for it. I
decided to trust him. 

Then he revealed what he had been hiding. The blinder.

It fitted on the head harness quickly, and once more I couldn't see,
except for the gap below my nose.

"Now trust me. I won't steer you wrong."

Alan walked around and sat in the cart again, and with a flick of the
reins I started walking.

It was very disconcerting at first, but I could see enough to be able
to put my feet down and that was really all I needed. Going slowly at
first, Alan steered me around the yard, and soon we were back up to
trotting speed.  I don't know how long we played, but soon we were out
of the yard and trotting down one of the trails.

It felt great, I got a good rhythm going and figured out he best angle
of attack for my body to be able to pull the cart.  The bells attached
to my nipples and groin jingled loudly, making me feel more like a
reindeer than a horse. Alan would give me steering cues and every once
and a while I would feel the sharp sting of the whip.  It wasn't bad,
kinda like getting a rubber band snapped against you. I could put up
with it.

I only wished I could see the countryside around us as we cruised
along the path. The melting snow must have been fabulous to see, but
instead all I could see was the top of my breasts and the ground
immediately in front of me.

When the track started to climb too much, Alan stopped us and I
learned a new trick.

"When at a stop, and I do this," he said, pulling the reins hard
twice, "that means back up."

I did so and moved to my left with a cue from Alan. He stopped me
again and then urged me forward. I assumed we had just turned round.

Alan stopped us twice while we were out, and made sure I drank water.
I was grateful, for the running made my mouth dry.  I was happy he
thought to take care of his little ponygirl.

All too soon we got back to the yard, I could tell from the condition
of the ground, and was surprised to hear a familiar voice.

"My God, Alan. What have you done to her now?"  It was Lisa. I had
forgotten that she was coming over.

Alan brought us to a stop, and I could do nothing but stand as I was,
my bondage too well done to allow me even the slightest hint of
modesty.  I always felt my most vulnerable when surprised, I don't
know why. I always felt acutely aware of my bare pussy, open to the
world.  It would always make me blush.

"She looks great doesn't she?" Alan asked, getting out of the cart.

"Impressive. So this is why you wanted me here.  Hi Maria, are you
okay in there?"

I hesitated before answering, for all I could do was bounce my
breasts, which is what I ended up doing.

"Doing that again are we?  Okay.  Are you having fun being a
ponygirl?"

Bounce bounce jingle jingle.

"She looks okay. Can I try it?"

"Go ahead."  Replied Alan. 

A little horrified, yet excited, I waited as Alan taught Lisa the
proper signals to control me. Then she climbed into the cart while
Alan gave her a final warning.

"Don't forget she can't see where she's going. Not only do you have to
watch where you're going, you also have to watch where she'll be
stepping. Keep her away from pot holes and big bumps. I don't want her
to trip and break her leg."

"You'd have to shoot her then wouldn't you." Lisa answered, and they
both laughed.

I whined in protest, but it came out as more of a whinny.

"Just take her out for a short spin." continued Alan. "and don't tire
her out."

"Yes Dad!" Lisa said laughing.

I felt a sharp strike on my butt, and started forward. Rather than use
the reins she whipped me instead.

I at once began to trot and hoped that she knew what she was doing. We
went around in circles for a few minutes and then took off.  This time
we headed up the driveway I thought, and I hoped we wouldn't meet
anyone coming in. The driveway had a slight upgrade so it was a little
harder going this time despite Lisa's lighter weight, but I soon got
my wind and we cruised along quite rapidly.

Lisa was a bit more enthusiastic with the whip, however, and I
wondered what my butt would look like when we were done. Right now it
had that same warm feeling it had when I had been spanked in the
kennel, and we hadn't even turned around yet.

I would have thought that the tail would have helped protect my ass
cheeks, but Lisa simply watched it swing and hit the cheek that wasn't
covered.

As I ran, Lisa would call out to me, telling me how good it felt and
was I feeling the same. What could I do to answer her, nothing.

I don't know how far we went, I was getting pretty nervous about
reaching the end and getting on the road, but eventually Lisa turned
us around and we walked, rather than trotted, back to the house.  By
the time we got there, I had cooled down and was feeling a little
chilled from the cold air.

"How was it?" Alan asked.

"Great! I'm going to have to borrow her from time to time."

They laughed and I snorted.

"Want to try the other side of the coin now?" Alan asked.

That shut her up.  Lisa said nothing for a couple of minutes.

"All right."  Her voice was quieter, lower.

Someone took my reins, and led me over to the barn. I was unhitched
from the cart and tied to the hitching post, then Alan took off the
blinder.

"Hi." he said, smiling. I smiled back.

"Come on." he said to Lisa, and the two of them left me alone outside.

It wasn't too long before Lisa and Alan came back out. this time,
instead of the jeans and sweater she had been wearing, Lisa was naked
and in a body harness like mine. She also wore a head harness and bit
gag, and had her hands bound behind her like I did.

There were no reins on her yet, or hooves.

"Wait here." he told her, and she stood still, smiling at me and
wriggling her ass.  Alan went into the barn and came out with a box.

"Bend low and spread your legs." he told her, holding up a butt plug
identical to mine, except that the hair was colored to match her's.  I
realized he had been planning to do more than just show me off, he was
counting on her wanting to join me.

The look on her face when she saw the size of the plug was classic,
but she bent low and closed her eyes as the lubricated plug was
inserted. I could see the relief in her eyes when it finally seated,
and she stood up gingerly, shifting her hips to find a more
comfortable position.

Next Alan, fitted her with her shoes, these a dark brown to match her
head harness. He let her walk around for a few minutes to get used to
them, and I marveled at how good she looked.  The shoes gave her
calves more definition and taken with the way she arched her back due
to her bound arms, produced a slight S curve to her body that was very
beautiful. 

Did I look like that?

When she was settled, he ran the reins through her rings, and I
couldn't help feel a little pang of jealousy at the intimate contact
they had. I knew I could trust them both, but still...

He attached her nipple rings in exactly the same manner as mine and
she was now ready. Bound exactly as I was, she now knew what I was
feeling.

I had thought that Alan would next hitch Lisa to the cart while I
watched, but instead he did something to the fork at the end of the
spar, and it came loose in his hand. He carried it into the barn, and
returned with a wider, three pronged fork. As he attached it to the
cart, I silently complimented him on how well prepared he was for
having TWO ponygirls.  In a matter of moments he was ready to hitch us
both up, and soon we stood shoulder to shoulder with Alan seated in
the cart.

"We'll go without the blinders right now." he said, and flicked the
reins.  It took us a moment to get synchronized, but together Lisa and
I pulled Alan around the yard and a short way up and down the
driveway.  I couldn't tell if Lisa was liking this, for neither of us
could turn our heads much to look at each other.

When Alan was satisfied Lisa knew her commands, he fitted us both with
blinders.  I saw Lisa's as he did her first. It had her name in large
letters stitched into it, just like mine.

Before he got back on the cart, I felt Alan's hand on my butt,
stroking the welts from the whip.

"A little hard on her weren't you?"  He said.

Lisa snorted.

He climbed back in, and with a flick we were off again.  This time he
pushed us a little harder, and while I only occasionally got whipped,
he laid it on a little harder on Lisa.  She would yelp every time he
struck her and boost her speed a little.

He steered us back up the driveway and it was easier going than
before, but as time passed I again wondered how close to the road we
were going to get. 

Boy was I surprised when we reached it.

The hard packed gravel of the driveway gave way to the concrete road. 

Lisa tried to stop, but Alan urged her on with a couple of quick
whips. We turned left and proceeded down the road, both Lisa and
myself panicking at the thought of a car coming.

We must have gone about a half a mile before turning again, this time
onto a dirt road that seemed to wind around  a bit.  All I knew was
that we were on the opposite side of the highway from the valley,
beyond that I had no idea where we were.

After another mile, we were pulled to a stop.

"I won't be long." Alan said, climbing out of the cart and walking
away.

Lisa and I wailed loudly at being left here, we weren't too happy
about being exposed on the road as it was.

But what could we do. We couldn't break our bondage, or find our way
back home.  We were stuck.

"Here she is!"  I heard Alan say as he walked back. From the sound of
it he wasn't alone. We both squirmed and tugged at our restraints, but
to no avail.

"What a beautiful pair."  Said the other person. Robert.

Recognizing his voice, Lisa squealed and tried to pull away, boy was
she mad.

"They are a good match aren't they. It's a pity to break them up!"
Alan replied.  "Still, business is business."

"That's right. How much did I owe you for her? Ten dollars wasn't it?"

"Right on the nose."

Lisa was tugging furiously and squealed even louder. I couldn't tell
if she was mad at being sold or mad that it was for a lousy ten
dollars.  Me, I couldn't believe what was happening. What was Alan
doing?

"I'll unhitch her and you can take her up to your house. You can send
me the gear later."  said Alan.

"Sure."

I sensed Alan freeing Lisa and heard her protest as she was led away.
I stood stunned while Alan unhitched me and did something to the cart,
before hitching me back up.

When eventually he got me going back the way we came, it was very
unhappy and subdued ponygirl that was pulling him.

It wasn't my last surprise.

"I guess you thought that was pretty barbaric."  Alan said as we
trotted down the road. "It's not what you think. You'll be happy to
know that Melissa was there a little further up the road, watching
everything that was happening.  She asked my help in getting back at
Lisa for tying her up naked in her office one to many times, and I
figured that as Robert had seen Melissa naked that it was about time
he saw Lisa.

So, we set up this little sale, and as we speak, Melissa is probably
letting Lisa in on it. Although, I wouldn't blame her if she strung
Lisa along for a little bit longer."

He laughed, but I couldn't. The relief that washed over me was too
great.  This sounded exactly like something Melissa would do, having
been on the butt end of a few of her tricks myself over the years.
Knowing that Alan wasn't a white slaver was music to my ears.  All I
had to worry about now was getting spotted by a car.

It never happened, we made it back to the driveway and down to the
house without being seen that I knew about, and Alan unhitched me and
put the cart away before leading me up onto the porch to undo my
bonds.  The minute he undid my hands I reached around to hug him,
ignoring the pain and stiffness. He held me close, and we stayed that
way a good long time.

"You had me scared, you know." I told him once the gag came out.

"I know, but I couldn't tell you before hand, I needed your reaction
to be real."

"You beast...Sir."  I said, and kissed him.





About an hour later, we heard a clip of hooves, and looking out the
window we saw Lisa and Melissa. Lisa was still in her pony gear,
pulling another cart which Melissa rode in. They pulled to a stop and
Lisa stood breathing deeply while Melissa dismounted.

She didn't look as happy as someone who had just gotten their revenge.

She stepped onto the porch and held out her hand to Alan, who had
opened the door.

With a look of pure innocence, Alan dug out a set of keys and handed
it to her. I realized that without them, Lisa had been trapped in her
bondage the whole time. She couldn't be ungagged or anything. Melissa
turned without a word, and walked back to the obviously tired Lisa.

Alan came back in, and guided me away from the window. From the look
on his face, I could see that it was Alan who had gotten the last
laugh.







End of Part 9







More Tales from the Valley  Part 10









As spring came, a new order of things seemed to bloom.  Alan, more
confident than ever in his role as my Master, was happier than I had
ever seen him before.  He lavished a good deal of attention on me
whenever he could, but was always ready to slip into 'Master' mode
when necessary.

Melissa and Lisa also saw their relationship flourish, especially
where bondage was concerned, but they never approached anything like
the full time relationship that Alan and I had.  For one thing, Lisa
had a business to run that took up a lot of her time, and for another
Melissa still lived in the city.  Still, she came down a lot to spend
time with us, and a routine of sorts developed among the four of us.

When we next saw Lisa after the 'Sale', she forgave us for taking part
in Melissa's revenge, even though it meant being seen naked by one of
her employees. She also expressed a desire to do the pony thing again
which was a good thing, for both Alan and Melissa had counted on her
liking it to the point of having Robert build two carts.

Pretty soon both she and Melissa were coming by every week to play
ponygirl, and Thursday quickly became ponygirl day, with both Lisa and
myself done up in our pony gear.  We would have pony races up and down
the driveway, or Lisa and I would be hitched together to pull one cart
along some of the steeper trails along the valley. As the ground dried
we would be taken farther and farther along the trails until only the
most hilly were out of our reach.  Not that we were able to see where
we were anyway.  We were always masked with our blinders on these
trips, the view reserved for whoever was driving us.  

I remember one time Alan had us both in harness, and expressed a
desire while we were out, to go all the way to the diner and back.
You should have heard the protest Lisa put up, almost as bad as when
she was sold, but Alan was just teasing us and didn't really take us
there.

When not in harness, we were put in a small paddock next to the barn
and allowed to 'graze'.  This was how we relaxed between runs, either
sitting or lying down on the new grass, or drinking water out a large
dish set on the ground for us.

This was the only time Melissa would let Lisa fully immerse herself in
her submissive role playing. At any other time the two of them played
more as equals although it was always Lisa who was bound.  Melissa
never cared for the way I submitted to Alan and was determined not to
do the same with Lisa.  I think sometimes Lisa wished she would.  I
had a feeling that Lisa's submissive streak ran almost as deep as
mine. Ponygirl day was special to Lisa.

Alan had other days, with activities specific to each one.

Saturday was the day he always went to breakfast at the diner, and
like in the fall, he began taking me as well. Usually I was taken
naked like before, my hands bound to a rope tied to Nelson's saddle. I
would have to walk or run the whole way there and back, and spend my
time tied up outside the rear of the building while Alan was inside
eating.  There was something new added though. I always wore my
blinder when we did this.  Again, it was tough trying to run without
seeing much of where you were going, but as we always went the same
way I learned the route and felt confident about it.  The only hairy
part was once we left the valley. I was always anxious about being
seen, especially since I wouldn't be able to tell if I HAD been seen.
The other way he would take me, was with those special contacts. I
would go naked under my coat, as we did the first time, and Alan would
have me act normal for the people inside the diner.  Again, I was
nervous at first, not knowing what was going on around me, but
eventually I stopped caring so much and was able to enjoy it more.

It's kind of funny. It took me a while to realize that Alan took great
pains to make sure I couldn't see anything when we went out.  I never
got to see anything beyond the yard area of the house and barn.  I was
either in my blinder, or had my eyes covered up with the contacts or
other more conventional blindfolds.  This went all the way back to my
first trip to the diner where I met Robert.  That was a long time.

I asked Alan about it once.  He told me it was to focus my attention
on home. I didn't need to see anything beyond it.

I wasn't to sure about that, but I held my peace.

Sunday was play day, and I mean play.  We would spend the day doing
very conventional bondage, rope ties etc...

We would experiment with different positions, different methods, with
a lot of fooling around in between.  It was a day full of laughter and
fun, and I enjoyed it immensely.

Tuesday was heavy bondage day.  At my urging to get back to some of
the stuff I had done in the dungeon, Alan set up this one day a week
to put me in very heavy and tight bondage.

Most often it would feature one of the devices in the dungeon, and
this was another place I wasn't allowed to see. I was always
blindfolded in one way or another before being led down there.  Alan
would strap, or tie, or chain, or lock me into whatever device he had
chosen for the day, and there I stayed. It almost always featured
tight immovable bondage, with nothing but water to still my hunger
pangs.  There was one device that wasn't in the basement. This was
another cage that Robert had built.  This one was very small, and the
bars were thin and closely spaced. It was shaped somewhat like a bird
cage with a solid bottom.

to get inside, Alan would undo four clasps around the floor of the
cage, and using a small pulley, would lift the cage up away from its
floor.  I would then have to sit, curled into a ball, on the cage
floor, while Alan lowered the cage around me.  Once the clasps were
done up again, he would pull on the pulley once more, lifting the cage
and myself high into the air.

Where was this cage kept?  In a tree outside the house.

High into the canopy I would be hauled, and that was where I would
stay until released.  The cage was so small I could not uncurl from my
ball, so it was a very tight bondage indeed. I couldn't even reach to
scratch any bugs that landed on me. I had to suffer their tiny legs
having their way with my bare skin.

Whether in the bird cage, or in the basement dungeon, my time bound
was always twenty four hours. No exceptions.

Wednesday was my day off.

That might seem strange to you, a day off?

Believe me, after heavy bondage day, I needed it. Alan insisted on it.
On Wednesday I wasn't expected to do any of my normal duties, and we
even cut out the Master/slave stuff.  I could even get dressed in
NORMAL clothing, which I did just to stay in practice. I could lounge
around and read, watch TV or sleep. My only restriction's were that I
wasn't to leave the confines of the yard, and I still had to deal with
the 'always plugged' rule by having a thin dildo locked into my pussy. 

I could live with that.  The day gave me time to relax and review what
I had been going through, and it also gave me and Alan a chance to act
like a normal couple for a while.  It was nice.

The rest of the week was spent as I have already described, and I
wouldn't change a minute of it.





Alan did, twice.

Both times it was for a trip to New York, and I spent each trip
boarded once again at the kennel. This time I went with the contacts
in my eyes, and never saw a thing after leaving the house until I
returned. The contacts only taken out in the examining room at the
kennel, replaced by a blinder until it was time to go home.

Tonya always greeted me, and seemed genuinely glad to see me. I wished
I could have talked to her, but each time I was gagged immediately and
sent into the kennel area after my medical exam.

I got used to the routine pretty quickly while there, it was easy
after my time in the dungeon.





As summer began I started to feel that I had a good handle on what it
would be like to spend the rest of my life with Alan. A foolish
thought I know, but then I was very happy.

Would Alan keep me after the year was up?  I hoped so.

But then the future has a way of being totally unpredictable.





I was a warm day, the sun high in the sky, a warm breeze drifting down
the valley.

I was at the swimming hole enjoying my day off.  A few hours before I
had just been released from the stocks in the basement, and felt the
need to relax and catch up on my tan.

So here I was, floating out in the middle of the little swimming hole
on an air mattress, naked as the day I was born. Naked of course,
except for the rings and bells that decorated my private parts.  I was
naked by my own choice, so I could reclaim the all over tan I had
built up last summer. That was the whole point of my day off.
Everything was my choice.

Well, almost.  I couldn't help squeezing occasionally on the thin
dildo locked into my pussy via a padlock through my labia rings.

Alan had joined me for a while, and I had enjoyed a luxurious rub down
as he applied huge amounts of sun block to my skin.

I told him that with all that sun screen he had applied, it would take
hours for me to get anywhere with my tan.  He replied that that was
the idea!

I was glad to get a joke out of him. It seemed that over the last few
days something had been bothering him. When I had an opportunity to
ask, he always shrugged it off, but I found him one morning standing
in the doorway of his father's old bedroom. He was just standing
there, staring into the room. He didn't even hear me come up behind
him until I was almost on top of him.

I still had no idea what happened to his dad, and I vowed to ask Lisa
the next time I saw her.

Anyway, back to the swimming hole.

Once he had gone, I lay back and let my mind go blank, enjoying the
warmth of the sun as it soaked into my bones.

It all felt pretty good.

I fell asleep.

That was a mistake.

The stream that flowed through the valley was still high from the
spring rains, and as it passed the swimming hole it set up a current
that turned the water round and around in the confined area.  So far
that hadn't been a problem, I had just floated around the area,
sometimes near the beach, sometimes far away.

But as I slept, the air mattress slipped into a faster current that
carried me a big circle and out into the center of the fast moving
stream.

Still asleep, I was unaware of the current carrying me away from the
swimming hole. I must not have touched the bank at all, for that
surely would have woken me. Instead I went at least two miles down the
twisting stream, which soon became a small river. 

I was carried out, beyond the fence line that marked Alan's property,
and I don't know how much farther before I woke up.

What a wake up it was.

I felt a splash of water which jerked me awake. I was about to yell at
Alan for splashing me, when I heard the laughter of a large group of
people.

Startled,  I opened my eyes and looked around, totally lost. Then I
saw them.

A group of about six or seven teenage boys were on the bank looking at
me.

"Nice tits!"  one of them yelled, reminding me of my nudity.

I quickly rolled off the mattress and into the water, placing it
between me and them. Not that it did much good. The mattress was
transparent except for a few printed flowers. still the water helped
hide me from view.

"I like your bells!"  another one yelled, and the group burst out
laughing again, while I felt a hot flush coming on.

I gripped the mattress tightly, and began shivering violently. The
water was freezing!  I wondered how the sun could be so warm today,
yet the water so cold. I reached down with my foot for the bottom of
the river, but it must have been pretty deep by then.  

I couldn't think what to do!

The current swept me away from the boys, which was a good thing, but
the banks on either side were high and steep. With no idea where I was
or how to get back, I was quite literally out of my depth.

I passed small shacks built on the sides of the river, and was seen
again by a couple of people before I was finally rescued.

As I passed a flat, but lonely looking stretch of ground, a rope
landed near me and a voice told me to grab it.

I reached for the rope, and looked up at whoever through it.

It was a cop. My heart sank.

I wondered if I should let go of the rope, but I had no way of knowing
where I would end up if I tried to get out on my own, or how I would
get home.

I decided to risk being picked up by this cop.

He told me to hold on tightly as he pulled me to shore, and gave me a
hand as I tried to climb the bank.

"You had better drop the mattress, Maam." He said.

I didn't want to, it was all I had to hide behind. But I couldn't
climb with one hand,so eventually I had to let it go. It continued
it's journey along the river as I scrambled to the top of the bank.

I rolled over onto the flat earth, and lay on my front, staring up at
the young officer who had rescued me.  I recognized him as the cop who
had interviewed me in the hospital after Palmer almost killed me.

He evidently recognized me too. "Miss Imus?" he asked, eyes wide open.

I could see his eyes flick up and down my shivering body, and blushed
further.

"Maam, we had a couple of calls about you floating down the river
naked. I'm going to have to take you in. You can't be doing that kind
of thing here."

"Oh please!" I cried, "Don't do that. Can't you just take me home?  I
didn't mean to be out here, it was an accident. I fell asleep and
floated away from home.  I can't be taken to jail."

"Maam, this is indecent exposure. I have to take you."

"Please. I'll do anything. Just don't take me in!"  Would I?  Alan
would be mad if he had to come get me from jail, but then he would be
mad when he finds out about this anyway!

I had to avoid going, I had no choice.

The young cop looked confused, his eyes kept glancing down my body.  I
swallowed my pride and slowly got up on my hands and knees.

"Please. I'll do anything if you just take me home."  I pleaded.

I let my breasts sway a little before getting upon my feet. I had to
play to his male ego. I felt it was my only chance.

I felt like a whore as I drew my hands up my sides, wriggling my hips.

The look on his face as he saw my pierced nipples and clitoris, was
priceless. His jaw dropped. I stood, hands at my sides, and waited.

We stood for a moment like that, before he turned and walked to his
patrol car a few feet away. He opened the trunk and got out a blanket.

"Put this on, Miss Imus." he said, handing it to me.

I reluctantly did so, feeling my chance at avoiding jail slipping
away.

He waited until I was wrapped up before opening he back door of the
car, motioning me inside.

As I climbed in, he stopped me.  "What's this?" he asked.

He gestured to my wrist, which still bore an ugly red mark from the
stocks.

Not knowing what to say, I said nothing. He took my other hand and saw
the same mark there.

"Are you in trouble?" he asked me.

"Just take me home.  Please."

He looked into my eyes for a moment, and maybe saw the desperation in
them. Then he let me climb in before climbing in himself.

He drove without a word, through areas I was unfamiliar with. I didn't
know if he was taking me home or to jail. I was as helpless as if I
was in one of Alan's bondage devices.

I clutched the blanket tight around me, feeling foolish for attempting
to bribe the cop with my own body. How could I have been so stupid.
What would Alan say?

Having not seen it for so long, I didn't recognize our driveway until
we were almost at the house.

In the yard was Alan, sitting high on Nelson. He seemed startled to
see a police car drive in on him.  He didn't look happy.

The cop got out and walked over to him.

I tried the door, but it was locked. All I could do was watch while
the men talked, too far away for me to hear. It seemed they were
arguing a little, but even with their voices raised I couldn't hear
them, The young cop had left the engine running and it masked the
outside noises very well.

Eventually the cop came back and opened my door.

"I shouldn't do this, but something tells me you'll be in worse
trouble if I took you in." he said to me.

I could only nod dumbly.

"Please. Don't hesitate to call if you need us.  My name is Brown,
Peter Brown. You can ask for me if you like."  The expression in his
eyes showed he was fighting a battle in himself. He didn't want to let
me go, but I think he felt he had to.  I felt sorry for him.

He helped me out, and I stood still wrapped in the blanket as he drove
off.

"What happened, I've been looking for you everywhere?"  Alan asked. He
had gotten down off the horse. I was right, he wasn't happy.

I told him that I had fallen asleep, and what had followed.  

"That was a pretty stupid thing to do."  Was all he said when I
finished. Then he took me by the arm and led me inside, pulling off
the blanket as we entered.

Somewhat afraid at how unexpected his reaction was, I allowed him to
lead me upstairs. He directed me into the bathroom, with orders to use
it, and when I came out, he took me in to the bedroom and pushed me
face down on the bed.

What followed was a good deal of rope work that bound my arms tightly
to my back, and my legs tightly together. He finished it off by
bringing my ankles up and fastening them to my hands.  A ball gag and
a blindfold, and my bondage was complete.

He left me without a word, and I lay wondering if this was my
punishment, or was this just a warm up.





I lay for a long time, getting stiff and tired, wondering when Alan
was going to let me up.

When I finally heard steps coming up the stairs, I prepared myself for
what ever mood Alan was in.

However, when the blindfold came off, it was Lisa's face that greeted
me.

"Don't struggle," she said, "I'm going to untie you now."

"Where's Alan?"  I asked, once the gag came out.

"He went out.  Asked me to come over and baby sit."  Lisa didn't seem
to be her normal smiling self.  She finished untying me without
another word, then began rubbing my wrists for the ropes had been
tight.

"Are you okay?"  I asked, her mood prompting my concern.

She nodded, but didn't say anything.

"You and Melissa have a row?"  I asked.

"No, not Melissa."  She said evenly.

"Alan?"

Lisa nodded.

I got off the bed, and picked up a shirt to put on. "I need to use the
bathroom, but when I get back let's talk about it."  I said.

"Fine.  I'll meet you in the den."  Lisa responded and left the room.

When I came downstairs, she was curled up on the couch, a drink in one
hand. I sat on the floor at her feet, unable to bring myself to break
another rule and use the couch.

"It can't be that bad." I said smiling.

Her expression said otherwise.

"What is it?" I asked again.

"Did Alan ever tell you about his dad's death?" she asked me.

"No." I had to concentrate not to shake my breasts, so used to doing
so was I.

"It happened a year ago today."

Ah, now I saw why Alan was in such a bad mood. I could understand very
well, remembering the date of my own parents accident. It wasn't
something you forgot.

"He died in hospital,"  Lisa continued, "it was only supposed to be a
simple surgery.  Gall bladder I think.  He threw a blood clot in the
recovery room, it lodged in his heart.  The doctors worked on him for
almost an hour, but couldn't do anything."

Lisa's eyes began to water, I moved closer and put an arm around her
legs.

"I knew Tony well, heck, he was like a favorite uncle, and a real rock
to lean on when my pop died. Alan was devastated."

"It's okay."  I said softly as Lisa began to cry.  She put  a hand
down and started to caress my hair. I snuggled a bit closer and we sat
like that for a little while until she gathered herself up again.

"Anyway," she said, wiping at her wet cheeks, "Alan said you needed
baby sitting, so here I am."

"Where is he?"  I asked.

Lisa shook her head.  "I don't know."

I tried to coax further conversation out of her, but she was in no
mood to talk. I wanted to ask her what she and Alan had argued about,
but she wouldn't be drawn. So we ended up turning on the TV and stared
blankly at whatever was on.





It was getting very late, I could tell for it had been dark outside
for a while, when we heard a car pull up out front.

I went to the window, but didn't recognize the car. Lisa joined me and
told me it was Robert's.

I watched Robert climb out and walk around to the other side. He
opened the door and helped out another man.  Alan.

He didn't seem very steady on his feet, and shook off Robert's help.
He made his way to the house unaided.

Coming through the front door, he looked at me in just the T-shirt I
wore, then at Lisa.

"I thought I told you she was to be kept tied up."  Alan said to Lisa.
His voice was slow, but still clear. His eyes were pretty blood shot
however. He had definitely been drinking.  Robert was close behind
him, a concerned expression on his face.

"She had already been tied up for hours, Alan." Lisa replied. "That
hog tie you had her in was pretty severe."

"I don't expect my orders questioned, Lisa."

"I'm not your slave, Alan."

"No, but she is."  He looked over at me, as if for the first time.

"Hi." I said quietly.

"Take that off."  he ordered softly.

I glanced at Robert, who still stood behind Alan.  He shifted his eyes
away from me, but otherwise didn't move.

"Do I need to repeat myself?" Alan asked me.

"You're drunk, Alan."  Lisa said, walking toward him. "Why don't you
just head to bed and I'll take care of Maria for you."

Alan ignored her.

"Maria. I said TAKE THAT OFF!"

Afraid, I quickly pulled off the T-shirt, standing naked before them
all.

"Go get your leather cuffs." His voice a little quieter this time.

As I went upstairs, I heard Lisa again try to get Alan to settle. By
the time I came back down, Lisa wasn't in the room anymore, but the
two men were.

Robert was standing in one corner of the room, Alan met me at the
door.

"Sit down, Rob, I'll just put my slave girl to bed and then we'll have
another drink."

"You've had enough already I think."  Robert said, clearly not wanting
to be there.

Alan gave him the eye, then took the cuffs from me.

"Turn around." He told me.

I did so, and he placed the cuffs around my wrists, locking my hands
behind me, my ankles were then hobbled.

He produced a penis gag, which he placed in my mouth, buckling it in
tightly. It was the long one, the one that almost touched the back of
my throat. I really had to be careful not to gag in this one.  It
definitely wasn't a sleeping gag.  I moaned to get his attention, but
he just swiped me on the butt and told me to shut up.

"Sit tight, rob, we'll be back."

Picking up a large dildo he had gotten from somewhere, he led me out
the front door, waiting impatiently  as I shuffled forward in my eight
inch hobble. I looked around for Lisa's car, but evidently she had
driven off for some reason.  I wished she were here.

As we crossed the porch, Alan hit me on the back lightly with the
dildo.

"Come on, Slave Girl.  I'm sorry, but you're spending the night in the
shed. I'm not going to be very good company tonight, I'll explain in
the morning."

I turned and stumbled, and Alan managed to catch me before I fell down
the porch steps.  That was when the light came on.

"POLICE. FREEZE!"  We heard, pinned under a spot light.

I screamed, surprised beyond belief.  It was Deputy Brown!

Alan turned toward the voice, holding the dildo out.

A shot rang out.

Alan grabbed his stomach and pitched over.

And through my gag, I started screaming.











Four Months Later:





The gray haired man walked at an unhurried pace through the door into
the viewing gallery.

"We don't have a great selection this month, Sir."  said his guide, a
small, yet lovely young woman who had been his contact ever since he
first started coming six months ago.

"That's fine," he replied honestly. "I'm in no rush."

The young woman smiled, and then with a hand held remote, dimmed the
lights in the room. Once reduced, she pointed it at a section of wall,
which immediately slid away.

The gray haired man found himself looking at the first of this months
prospects.  Alone in her cell, the Pet lay curled asleep, oblivious to
the fact that she was now being shown.  All she was aware of was that
she was no longer kept in the main kennel with the others, but in this
special room where she had been trained to perform a couple of special
tricks.

Behind the glass that separated them, the gray haired man looked
through the thin booklet that hung next to the window, noting all the
physical facts and training record of the Pet. 

"And what's her story?"  He asked.

The young woman squirmed a little. She was not supposed to tell anyone
what she knew about the Pets under her care, but over time she had
built up a good relationship with this man.  "Such a tragedy." she
said.

Watching the Pet breath, he gently urged the young woman on, knowing
that if he pressed too much she would not tell him anything.

"She came to us about three weeks ago. A wreak. Just wondered in the
front door off the street.  Said that she had been kept here a few
times.   We checked records and found her story to be true, so she was
allowed to stay in a guest room while we interviewed her.  She told us
that her owner had been shot by the police and killed. Apparently they
thought she was being kidnapped and the officer who pulled the trigger
thought a weapon was being drawn on him.  It's so sad."  The young
guide rubbed an eye. She had been one of the interviewers, and well
remembered how distraught the woman had been.

"Unable to find any peace in herself, she tracked us down and just
showed up hoping we could help her."

"So, she's a stray?"  The gray haired man said, not unkindly.

"Yes.  We talked to her about what she wanted from us, and you know
now what she chose."

He nodded, and watched the Pet curled up on the mat that was her bed.
He had always had a thing for sleeping women, in his opinion it was
when they looked their best.  Something about how truly vulnerable and
trusting they were in this state.  And this girl looked lovely, even
though her blinder masked most of her face.

"Shall I wake her?"  the young woman asked.

He nodded, and his guide pushed a button on her remote.

Inside, he was told, although he couldn't hear it through the glass, a
bell sounded, waking the Pet who slept so beautifully.

She uncurled herself, allowing herself one cat-like stretch, before
getting up on her knees and presenting herself to the bell.

He knew she had no idea what was happening, she was merely responding
to her training.

On her knees, he admired flow of her muscles, and how even in the
stretch she hadn't pulled too much at the leather cuffs that held her
arms to her sides.  She remained at attention the whole time he
watched her, not showing any indication of being uncomfortable at all.

The gray haired man nodded at the young woman, who pushed another
button.

A different bell sounded, and the Pet started crawling over to the
left of the cell.  Despite being blind, she had no problem locating
the two dildos coming out of the wall, and began sucking on one
immediately.

This gave the gray haired man, and anyone else who cared to view her,
a chance to see the Pet in a very erotic position.  The height of the
dildo forced the Pet inside to get up on her knees rather than sit
back on her heels, yet it was low enough that the Pet had to lean
forward to make the connection. The position made her breasts swing
clear, and put a delightful curve in her back.

The young woman watched the gray haired man, noting privately that it
was mostly the men that came here that wanted to see the female pets
do this.  She watched him because in the six months she had been his
guide, this was the most interest he had ever shown.  She wondered if
this would be the day he was satisfied.

"I'd like to see her face." he asked presently.

She pushed another button, and the Pet let go of the dildo and crawled
right up to the window, again having no real problem finding it. She
bent low, and seemed to push her head into the wall below it.

Meanwhile, the young woman handed the man a silk mask, which he put
on.

When ready, the guide opened a small door set in the wall below the
window, revealing the masked face of the pet. She attached a couple of
clips to the head harness, to prevent the Pet from pulling back, and
took off the blinder.

For a brief moment, the Pet's eyes blinked at the light, then stared
straight ahead as she had been trained.

The gray haired man nodded with admiration, he liked what he saw.

For a second, the Pet glanced up, and their eyes met. It was a total
break in training, but the man didn't mind. He saw more in that second
than in all the time he had been here.

He gestured to the young woman, who replaced the blinder and let the
Pet go, watching as the Pet crawled back into the center of the room.

"Was there anything else you wanted to see?" she asked.  A lot of
people wanted to see how well trained the Pets were, and a series of
tricks had been prepared and drummed into each Pet before being
presented in the viewing gallery.

The gray haired man shook his head. He had been thinking of her eyes.
They had been filled with so much pain, and he knew he had to help
her. He knew he had to be the one to take the pain away.

"There are two other Pets up for adoption that fit your compatibility
codes"  urged the guide.

He shook his head, watching the girl that used to be Maria, kneeling
straight and tall.

"I'll take her."











The End of More Tales from the Valley.







Author Note:   I want to thank all those who offered suggestions
during the writing of this story. Some of you may have seen your
suggestions used, but that doesn't mean those I didn't use were no
good, they just didn't fit the story as I had planned it.

This is all I will write about Maria for now, but if there is enough
interest, I may take up the story again and tell you about her
relationship with her 'New' Master.



Again, thanks.



Peter.




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