“What did you say? You fucking bitch … what did you say?”
She looked up, tongue still pressed against my moistened flesh, confused, scared.
“Fuck you” as I got, pushing her face away, put on my pants and started to leave.
“What did that fucking whore say?” screamed Tom across the room “What did she say?”
“That I smell”
“Fuck you” and I spat in her face and walked towards the door.
“I said nothing, nothing” Kim cried “noth …”
And Tom punched her hard in the head, she hit the ground like sack of dirt.
“Fuck you too Tom …. if you can’t keep your little whore under control …. well fuck you” as I stormed up the stairs and towards the front. Stay cool, don’t think about anything, just get to the car, I thought to myself. Stay cool.
I got into my car, started it up and pulled away. As I looked back, I could see Tom standing at the door way, looking pissed. Oh, well Kim, your going to have a rough night. And she did.
Everything I had yell out was a lie. Kim had said nothing, had done nothing but gently licked my asshole as my piss had engulfed her face. I had embarrassed Tom, in his own house, something you should never do. But, most of all, I had left him. Fulfilling his dream for a moment, seeing me exposed, but now gone. So close, so far.
I went home, took a shower, warmed up some Chinese food, grabbed a beer and watch NetFlix. That was not Kim’s night. Tom was brutal to her. Tom’s friends were brutal to her. Kim was broken, dying would have been a pleasure that week.
I had forgotten about Kim before, and I did again. But, I could not forget the Billingsworths. I Googled them and found a William and Janice Billingsworth in St. James, Tennessee . She was 42 and he was 58. I found, I thought a picture a her in local article about horses. But, that was all I found. Two hundred miles, a long way to get there, no way to ever get home.
Several days later, as I sat on the park bench, the same bench I had met Tom, twenty feet away stood Kim. Hair pulled back, no shoes, tired looking, facing downward toward the ground.
“Are you alone whore?” I yelled.
“Yes … Mistress”
“I am no Mistress to you, you piece of shit. Take your dress off and toss into the pond behind you.”
As I suspected, she was wearing nothing other then that dress. She returned to the same spot she first stood and again appeared to be waiting, this time nude.
“What are waiting for? I have no need for you.”
“Go over to that group of black kids playing hoop, offer yourself to them. Tell you are a gift from me and to use you anyway they wish”
“Go whore, now”
She left. Walking slowly towards the men. They stopped. She said something to one of them, as a group. One of men ran over to me.
“Yo … what’s up girl?”
“She’s my sex slave. She has been very bad and she needs to be punished .. severely. Can you do to or do I have to find some white boys?”
“ yeh … I can do it”
“Take her anywhere you want, just return her … here … tomorrow at 4:00 PM”
“Understand?”
“No problem bitch” and he ran back, said something to crowd, forced her to the ground
and started fucking her face as another guy went towards the parked cars, drove one over, she was thrown in the back and everyone left. In less than ten minutes, Kim went from waiting for me to being driven off, naked, with a car load of gang-bangers, maybe to never to be seen again. Whatever.
I never cared for Kim, not in the least. But, William and Janice Billingsworth I cared about. What had they done, how did they allow Kim to become so free, free inside, free of all fears, desires, pride. Deep in my heart I wanted that, that freedom.
St. James, Tennessee was about three and half hours south west from here. A sleepy Tennessee town, population not much more than 1,200 people. I should take a ride down there. I should be back by 4:00 tomorrow. Who cares anyway.
I went home, took a shower, changed my cloths, with a little anticipation to something “submissive”, grabbed some chips and a beer and started my trip off to St. James. It was a beautiful day, sunny, not too hot and county coming out off Kentucky is so pretty. Gentle hills, full of green, sky so blue and my only thought was so dark. What had Kim gone through to so changed, so free.
As life as it, finding the Billingsworth home was easy and as I past there was Janice working in the yard with two large coon dogs. It was a nice, residential neighborhoods, nice houses, nice lawns, the sounds of children and barking dogs dusted the air. I drove by a block or so and stopped. I knew what I was to do, I got out and started walking down the sidewalk toward her house. As I past, as Janice looked up, I said “Those are beautiful dogs, are they friendly?”
“Yes, they will only bite if I tell them to.”
“Do you train dogs?”
“Yes”
“Only dogs?”
She stood there and looked at me with a cold, hard glance that started to chill my heart. “Follow me Sara, we have been waiting for you.”
Sara? She knew my name. She knew who I was, maybe what I wanted.
She turned around and started walking towards the house. As she approached the front door, she turned towards me, “Remove all you cloths and belongings and place them in the metal box at the side of the door, then click the lock. After you are done, knock on the door twice.” She opened the door, called her dogs in, closed the door and left me standing there on her front landing.
I stood there as though I was standing on the edge of a cliff. Knowing that one step would change my life forever. But, wasn’t that why I came. I closed my eyes and heard the sound of a car passing by, a dog bark, a lady calling out in the distance. I opened my eyes and looked down at the metal box. The type you would place milk into. But, it had a lock. I opened the box, and looked inside. I don’t know what I thought I would see, I knew there would be nothing inside, and there wasn’t. Oh, well.
I first took off my shoes and placed them neatly in the bottom of the box. I removed my socks and stuffed them inside my shoes. I took off my watch and my rings and a small gold necklace and placed them also inside my shoes. Oh, well. I removed my pants, folding them I placed them on top of my shoes. I did the same with my shirt. Oh, well. I closed my eyes and removed my panties, placing them on top of the shirt. I took a short breath, quickly removed my bra, threw it into the box, closed the lid and click the lock.
There I stood, naked as I have ever been, without a dime, an ID, or a key on the front landing of a stranger’s house in the middle of the-day. The same sounds filled the air, this time a bit more acutely. I knocked twice. I waited. I thought of knocking again. I didn’t.
The door opened and there stood Janice. “Put this on, over your head, ball in your mouth, pull the straps tight.” She handed my a ball gag with several leather straps that would secure it to my head. She shut the door. I open my mouth, placed the ball inside, wrapped the straps over my head, and pull them tight. I stood there, gagged and facing a wooden door, no windows, just red stained wood.
The door opened, again and there stood Janice. “Attach these to your ankles, these to your wrists” and again she shut the door. She had handed me a two foot metal rod with cuffs on each end for my ankle, attached in the middle of the rod was an eighteen inch chain attached to two meal cuffs for my wrists.
I knew if I did as told, all things would end in my life, all things. I was scared. I bent down and fastened my ankles, and quickly my wrist. I could not stand up, only bent down. I waited looking up at the door. My ass, my privates exposed to any one who would pass by. I waited.
The door, again she stood there looking at me. She reached down and secured a leather collar to my neck. “Good doggy” she laugh. “Here your treat” and clipped a heavy metal weight to each of my nipples. OMG. “Go around back” and she closed the door.
I stood there, bent, gagged and shackled with a cool breeze kissing the flesh that surrounded my ass-hole, my shaved pussy. My act earlier of dressing submissive, was to shave my privates and wax the opening of my ass. Submissive. I had that image covered.
Go around back, she said, Janice said. OMG I turned myself slowly towards the street. God I was on display. The back, the rear of house, it would be on the other side of the driveway. Shit, Janice car is park too close to the garage, I would have to walk around. Alright then. I straighten myself with the stairs. I had never walked hobbled before, this was going to be tough I thought. Seeing only my feet and a slight distance ahead I started. I stepped off the landing to the first step, almost losing my balance, then the next foot. As I step to the next step, my hobble caught the stair and I fell forward, landing hard mainly on my shoulder and the side of my face. As I lay planted against the concrete sidewalk, I felt a sharp kick to my lower back.
“I have no use for you. Get up or I will whip you to shreds right here.” Another kick, then another. As I rolled to my knees, my face against the concrete, another viscous kick to my groin sled me forward.
“If you can’t walk, then crawl. Crawl on your face and knees.” And I did. Up to the back of Janice car, across the driveway, onto a loose stone walkway to the back yard. Every few moments or so a sharp, hard viscous kick to my privates.
“I have no use for you, but my dogs would kill for a piece ass like yours” With kicks to every part of my body, including my head, I was directed across the yard to kennel in the rear. As I knelt, my face pressed against the dirt, smelling the piss and shit that fumigated away from the pens, hearing the steel gate move and dogs becoming excited, the sounds of Janice herding the dogs around.
“Only one dog at a time. I don’t want any fighting.” Then I was then herded across the pen to a large rusted metal drum that lay on its side.
“Get up” and Janice pulled me by my hair to the “standing” position. “These clamps will destroy your flesh if left too long.” and she yanked both of them off. OMG “Lie down, across the drum” I did. She attached my ankles to two rings that there buried in the filth of the pen, then pushing my head, my face into ground, she then attached my collar the same way.
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