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Stories... Male Bdsm Stories Return to Pink Flamingo Paperbacks Home Page Copyrighted © 2003, all rights reserved. There was no window in the bathroom, and we figured it was a
safe bet the gal wouldn’t saw through the logs with a nail file. Wyatt and I
went in with her. He had her kneel down while handed her the package he brought
back from town and told her just exactly how he wanted her to get cleaned up and
pretty for us. Then we left her there and sat in the kitchen, waiting. Wyatt set
his chair where he could watch the bathroom door. I had been working on the situation
mentally all night and half the morning, and I was about tied in knots. “You can’t just keep her, you
know,” I said, pouring Wyatt a cup of coffee. Wyatt still looked calm as could
be. “I know that.” “We can’t turn her loose,
either, even if she promises not to tell,” I had to lay it all out, even if
the truth was hard. “I know that, too,” Wyatt said
impatiently. “Wasn’t born yesterday.” “So, do we have a plan?” I let
him know I was getting a little short over it, too. He shrugged. “It’s all taken
care of, companero. I made a phone
call while I was out this morning. I told you this would be a profitable
weekend. I have a buyer coming tomorrow. I’m splitting even with you, seeing
as how you have been such a good sport and all.” “You ain’t serious! You can’t
sell that girl!” Wyatt rolled another smoke. The
shower was running. It was going to be awhile. “Sure you can,” he drawled.
“Folks do it all the time. I asked all those rich beach bums back on the coast
what they would get if they could have anything their heart desired. Guess what
most of them thought of right off? All I had to do was call the one who had the
most money to spend. Looks like you and your gal pal are going to have a short
honeymoon, so you better make the most of it.” I didn’t say anything right away.
In two days I had changed from Employee of the Month to white slaver. The idea
took some getting used to. “You better be square with me
now, Wyatt. If this is really what it seems to be about, you and I are
absolutely going to hell.” “Nothing’s ever what it seems
like, is it?” He showed me his ‘awww shucks’ grin and winked. “You know
what she’s doing in there right now? She’s cleaning up the old back door for
you.” “Damnit, Wyatt! Get serious!” He did get serious, real sudden,
stabbing the table between us with a fingertip. “Hell, Roy! We’re doing this
gal a favor. I know her type. She’s got this fantasy about being a full- time
sex slave, wants it more than anything. All she really had before now was this
dyke that played a lot of silly kid games with her. She has a chance to have the
real thing now. In her fairy tale, you and I are a couple of charming princes.
She knows she’s in for a good tanning this morning. She has had plenty of time
to daydream about the nasty things you and I are going to do to her. I can
imagine she had both hands busy all night long.” I could imagine it too, and I
wanted to believe it. “The day will come when this gal
is actually grateful to us for selling her,” said Wyatt. “You can put money
on that.” I shrugged. What happens at deer camp, stays at deer camp. She didn’t answer when I knocked
on the bathroom door, so I cracked it open and peeked inside before I went in. I
felt sort of silly. It wasn’t as if I could possibly see anything that I
hadn’t already seen. I was half afraid that I would find her on the floor with
an empty pill bottle beside her or blood oozing out of her slashed wrists, but
she was just sitting on the toilet having a quiet little cry. Her eyes were big
and shining, like a scared kitten. Her color was up, too, and her skin was
glossy with steam. She turned her eyes to look at me, but she didn’t raise
them any higher than my crotch before she looked away. She had put on the cuffs and the
collar after she showered, just like Wyatt told her to. She had even made use of
the toiletries that Wyatt picked up this morning. She smelled really nice, and
she had blow-dried her hair till it was shining. An enema bag was hanging on the
shower curtain rod and dripping slowly. Wyatt had made a little ceremony out of
presenting it to her. I glanced at it and looked back at her. I think I was
blushing more than she was. Thinking that I might just comfort her a little, I
ran a hand over that corn silk hair and brushed my fingertips across the back of
her neck. She just stared at the door and tried to pretend I wasn’t there. It pissed me off a little. The night before, I had been
worried about whether or not she would like me. Now that I knew she was leaving,
her opinion didn’t much matter anymore. She looked different to me with a
price tag on her ass. My hand
curled up till I had a good handful of her hair and her mouth became a tight
line. Ignore me now, Bitch! “It’s time to go.” I lifted
her by the hair and she stood up like she was trying to balance a book on her
head. Wyatt was waiting in the hall to lock her cuffs behind her
back and put a leash on her collar. He led her downstairs. I was the rear guard.
Her butt cheeks were clenching and twitching every inch of the way. I don’t
know if it was because she was thinking about what was coming, or because she
knew that I was back there watching. I like to think it was some of each. I
patted her cheeks a few times just to let her know I was appreciating the show. In the cellar, Wyatt chained the
gal back up to the post to watch and wait while we dug out our tools and went to
work. Wyatt had been a busy shopper. He had a couple of eye screws that we fixed
into a joist over head, and a couple more that we screwed into the ends of a
two-by-four that was about a yard long. He dragged out an old sawhorse and
nailed a two-by-six width-ways on the cross bar to make the top more like a
bench and less like a rail. I didn’t have to use much imagination to see that
Wyatt was setting us up so that we could tie this gal up about six different
ways. She could figure it out to,
and probably grasped the point of some of his alterations before I did. Wyatt ran a line through one of the
eyes overhead and wrapped it around his hands. Then he lifted his feet off the
floor and swung a bit while he decided if it was strong enough. “That’ll do,” he said
finally. The girl shrank back a bit when he
came for her, ‘cause she knew that this was the moment of truth and she was
just too near panic to take it bravely anymore. “Wyatt, listen, let’s be
completely up front about this,” She was tossing words at him like pebbles to
keep him at bay. “It doesn’t have to be this way!” Wyatt said nothing. He just dug out
his padlock key and unlocked her belly chain. “We don’t have to play out this
scene where you torture me! I have already been broken, all right? I have been
worked over by experts.” She tried to twist away a bit, not
because she had any real hope of escaping. She was just trying to delay him
until she could fire every round in her clip. Her hands were already fastened
behind her. All that he had to do was lift one of her wrists to make her bend
over and bawl. “We both know you will take
everything I have eventually; my body, my freedom, and even my human dignity.
You don’t have to prove yourself or teach me anything.” Wyatt tied the line from the
ceiling to the link between her wrists and ran the other end of the line back
around the jack post to take out the slack. “I’m only asking you to help me
honor my promise. This is really important to me! Please let me call my Mistress
and beg her to transfer me into your custody. After that you can do anything you
want. I won’t resist. She
doesn’t have to know where I am or who I am with, but I need to be released
from my vow . . . OW!” He lifted until she had to bend
over to ease the strain on her shoulder joints. It was a neat arrangement. She
could raise up, but her shoulders would pay a price. The most comfortable thing
for her to do was bend low and make a sweet target out of her ass. “I can be the best fuck you have
ever had. I can suck you down to the balls. I’ll swallow your load and beg you
for more!” She was trying hard to convince us that she couldn’t imagine
anything more wonderful, but she was about scared enough to piss herself and the
combination was sort of tragic and sexy at the same time. I might have voted to
take her up on the offer, just to see how much gratitude she could show us, but
not if it meant missing this show. I guess Wyatt felt the same way. He
squatted down and tied her ankles to the eyebolts in the two by four to keep her
legs apart and prevent her from kicking. With her legs spread like that,
ground zero was the cutest pink little bung any pervert could pray for. She
twisted around to look over her shoulder at me, as though she thought I might be
inclined to pardon her. “Roy, you like my ass, don’t you? It’s yours, any time you want it. I can give your dick a workout like nothing you have ever imagined! Take me back upstairs and I’ll show you!” It was funny, really, her offering to give me something I could already take with no trouble. “Please! Just let me call my
Mistress and let her know that I am still alive!” She bit her lip and watched Wyatt
sliding the belt out of his jeans. “You don’t have to hurt me
first!” Wyatt made a loop of the belt and
jerked on the ends to make it pop. She flinched.
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