It seems like only a week ago that the women with the broken down SUV by the side of the road flagged us down. Vegas and our honeymoon were at the end of this desert rode at dusk. That's what I thought then. Now I know fate had a crueler destination in mind.

She was in front of her SUV with the open hood frantic and waving. Ann wanted me to stop the car and help her. It would be dark soon. I didn't see her face till it was too late. Tara's beautiful face, the face of my mistress for the past 6 years... She smiled at me tenderly.

Then I felt the taser darts puncture my right thigh and the shudder of electricity tore through my body as I hit the pavement -- then things changed forever.

The summer sun rages down on the steel cage the floor is rough and hot against my naked skin. My balls are painful and heavy they have been slapped and punched by a girl's kidskin leather gloved hand. They're black and blue and comically swollen to a grotesque size. But there's nothing funny about the pain shooting up across my prostrate.

I have to keep my legs spread to avoid the huge glands, if they graze my inner thighs its like bees sting. She injected them with something like a marinade of some sort? She isn't really talking to me much now. Well at least not sharing the technical details. Just sweet hello's followed by a bite or a slap, then a sweet smile. She pretended to be interested in my condition, but I could see she was really just checking on her livestock.

My cock also was injected with something a few days ago and it had turned a nasty shade of black and blue, a slight breeze across it is enough to make me jump.

Another wave of cramps hit me. Her purging drugs are still hard at work even though there's nothing left inside me.

I'm empty now in many ways empty except for pain. My stomach squeezes into a tight ball of muscle again as double over my face against the dirty metal floor that has been my home for almost two weeks now my tongue tastes the acidic metal floor. I feel like crying. I am going to beg for something, anything when she comes back, I'm so hungry and the pain it gnawing away inside me.

The last time I was allowed to eat the contents from the bottom of her purse lint gum wrapper stuff like that. Her laughter was joyous she was really amused. I licked her hand for crumbs and lint like the animal I had been reduced to. I really doubt she will feed me anything but I'm going to beg and cry maybe if I amuse her enough she will let swallow something.

The cage is on a concrete slab she knew once the hunger pangs set in I would gobble up handles of sand and rocks if I could to fill my shrunken stomach.

The click of black shiny heels on concrete and her soft pretty legs and the smart little charcoal gray suit she wears for work.

The wind is blowing her hair and she smiling at me like I have been having fun all day enjoying myself. Her hand caresses my face softly I shudder she runs her thumb across my cheek to scoop up a tear. She licks way the tear from her hand and smiles like I said something funny. Why is she so beautiful even now to me? In the background I hear Ann screaming again she smiles.

Oh that's the appetizer! A poor little piglet like you.

But she's a lot more scared though he wants her hubby to save her! He! He!

I saw her poor family on TV with the police officers looking for her so sad. People are donating food to them. I thought I would anonymously send them a nice meat casserole?

They all need a hot meal I think for all that hard work. She emits a wicked giggle.

I hope her brother gets the biggest piece!

Another shriek pierces the hot afternoon.

"Mistress?" I ask abruptly. "I need something, just a little something?"

"Oh, is all this talk of food making you hungry? Ray honey I purged you, I told you I had to get all the nasty crap out you, can't have anything at all in you when the time comes."

"Please mistress anything?"

She smiles devilishly and says, "Well, nothing solid. Maybe I'll let you eat something later during the BBQ, but you may not feel very hungry by then. You may have other things on your mind then. Like the pain of being roasted alive like the pig you are.

"How about I let you just taste something?

I watch the gray charcoal skirt lift and her beautiful pussy glistening in the sunlight. Then she drops the skirt. Her face sours, "Not that stupid! That's why you're here! This pussy put you in that fucking cage asshole! That's why you're a caged pig, with freak balls, waiting for me to cook you alive!" Then she becomes soft and sweet again, "Oh you really want something don't you? Just need to feel like you're eating. Hmmmm sweetie? Just a little taste?

"I tell you what, I have about 2 minutes before my lunch break ends. So you have that much time to lick off all the dirt on the soles of my shoes. You can taste all the interesting things I have stepped in today."

Behind my mistress two of her maids with cattle prods pull my naked screaming bride from her tiny cage and into the kitchen. I dread what will happen to Ann almost as much as I dread the delicious smells of roasting meat that will be wafting out of the kitchen in the next few hours. Cramps rip through my abdomen again thinking not about my helpless wife terrified in the kitchen but myself.

I'm am going to beg Tara for scraps tonight I know it!

I feel a warm tear run down my face I watch her coy girlish expression as I run my tongue across the bottom of the smart leather pump and sob.

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