Message-ID: <2012eli$9707101452@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: phuleslv@hotmail.com (Kate) Subject: Katy's Surrender - part 5 (blackmail, bondage, humiliation) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-ID: <33c41148.27779527@news.sover.net> Katy Surrenders - Part 5 Following Josh's instructions, Katy pulled off the highway at the next exit. At the end of the exit ramp, Josh told her to turn left and for several minutes they drove on a quiet country highway, warm sun pouring into the car through the open sun roof. Katy knew this area somewhat. Lots of farms along this road. She thought she remembered coming here, when she was much younger, with her parents and some other families for a church picnic. She looked down at herself. There was still some sticky cum drying on the top of her thigh. Her t-shirt felt like it was glued to her chest from the semen splattered over her breasts. For the first time since leaving the rest area she peeked into the mirror. There was cum all over her forehead and in her hair. A big thick glob of it still nestled in one of her ears. This did not feel like another church picnic, Katy mused. In spite of her anxiety and disgust at her predicament, the idea made her smile. "Katy?", said Josh finally. This was the first he had spoken since leaving the highway. "Yes, master?" "Let's repeat your lesson from last night. I want you to learn this by heart. Katy, are you my slave?" "Yes, master." "Say it." "I am your slave, master." "And you will obey my every command?" "I will obey your every command, master." "Are you my property?" "I am your property, master." "Ok. Now repeat it by yourself." "I am your slave, master. I will obey your every command. I am your property." "Good. One more time, with feeling." "I am your slave, master. I will obey your every command. I am your property," Katy repeated the lines, trying somehow to make herself sound sincere. "That's not bad, Katy. We can practice more later on." "Yes, master." "You're really a stinking mess, you know it? Do you like driving around covered in cum?" Katy barely restrained her temper. Perhaps he wanted a pretext to punish her, she thought. "Yes master. I'm a stinking mess. But I don't really like staying this way," she added hopefully. "Well, I don't care what you like. What you like or don't like is not important. But I sure ain't gonna touch you while you're still covered in trucker cum." A mixed blessing, thought Katy. "I know a place up ahead where you can get cleaned up. I'll let you know when to slow down." A few minutes later they pulled off the road into a small gravel parking lot. A half-dozen cars were already parked there, in the shade of an adjoining wood. There was no one in sight. "There's a really great swimming hole here. Let's go for a dip. You can clean yourself up in the brook." Here we go again, Katy, thought. "Master, I didn't bring a swimsuit." "Jeez, Katy, you sure are a slow learner. Just take off the collar and leash and you'll be fine in the t-shirt. It's a real informal swimming hole." "May I please wear my shorts too, master." "Nope. Let's go." This was awful, Katy thought. Her t-shirt was not very long. Long enough perhaps, but just barely so. As she followed him down the wooded trail, careful of her bare feet on the pebbles and sticks, she could hear the sound of adults and children playing in the water. Her mood, already dismal, was plummeting fast. The short trail to the brook came out of the woods at a small rocky cliff above the swimming area. From there Josh and Katy had a good view of the swimmers before they noticed them. There were at least two families with young kids and an assortment of teenagers and older people, about 15 people in all. The actual swimming area was small. This number of people seemed to be about the maximum for comfort. Katy noticed a pair of teenage boys across the stream who were jumping into the water from an overhanging tree. Seemingly the water was deep enough in spots for diving and jumping. The only way to the water was to walk past the group of people relaxing on the sandy bank. At first no one really noticed them as they carefully threaded their way around blankets, water toys, and picnic coolers. Katy tried valiantly to pull the hem of her t-shirt down without also making it obvious that she was not wearing underwear. Josh walked ahead of Katy who followed him close behind, trying to hide behind him as much as she could. As they passed one lady, a young mother assembling lunch for a toddler on the sand next to her, she looked up from her work to smile in greeting to Josh and then turned to Katy to greet her as well. Katy was unnerved when the young mother's smiling face converted immediately to one of wide-eyed shock at the sight of her. Katy realized that the woman was looking at the splatters of dried cum still very visible in her hair and around her face. The woman's husband must have noticed his wife's change in expression also because he immediately followed her gaze to Katy's face. His expression changed too, but to one of amused curiosity. The man's scrutiny continued down her body, his eyebrows rising stupidly at the sight of her lovely tanned legs barely covered by the sticky t-shirt. With great relief, Katy reached the water and quickly submerged herself in the cold, concealing stream. Josh took off his sneakers and t-shirt and plunged into the water in his cut-off shorts. Katy tiptoed her way into the middle of the stream, heading for deeper water. Josh swam over to her. "Katy, you can go down to that spot over there and clean off," he told her pointing to a pool a little ways downstream from the main area. "I'm gonna jump off the tree a couple of times." With that he swam away and climbed out on the other side of the stream, under the big jumping tree. Within seconds he had joined the other two boys in their sport. Gratefully, Katy moved away from the crowd and got to work scrubbing off the remnants of the truckers' amorous attentions. She was fairly successful, though it took persistence to get all of the dried semen out of her hair, with only cold water and no soap. Josh rejoined her just as she was coming up for air from a final rinsing. He wasn't alone, which somehow did not surprise Katy. "Katy, this is Mike. Mike, this is my slave, Katy." Mike looked younger than Josh, perhaps thirteen, possibly fourteen. "Hey," said Mike. "Hi," answered Katy. Mike looked a little disappointed. "How do I know she's your slave? You're just crazy," he said to Josh. "Well, duck down underwater and take a look at her pussy," Josh suggested. "Her pussy??" Mike's interest was re-enkindled at the sound of this sacred word. The next instant his head disappeared underwater and emerged after several seconds, blowing water and grinning widely. "Holy shit, wow, man," he exclaimed. Katy guessed Mike was setting personal records for eloquence today. Teenage boys were so incredibly tiresome. But this was becoming very humiliating as well. Josh's eyes met Katy's. He seemed to communicate both reproach and encouragement. "Would you like to see her tits too?" "Are you for real? Course, yes!!" replied Mike, with none of the usual teenage attitude of cool aloofness. Katy presumed that these would be the first breasts Mike had ever seen in person. Josh had also classified Mike as a virgin when he had met him on the stream bank and had decided to give him a treat. Josh knew that the kid might never again have another chance to see such a perfect female body up close. Watching his new slave washing herself in the stream below, Josh had felt suddenly magnanimous toward his unluckier brethren and so had offered to let Mike have a "peek" at his slave girl. Mike had been incredulous but figured he had nothing to lose by going along with it. Mike was now a believer. "Slave, duck down in the water so nobody else can see you and then lift up your t-shirt for Mike," instructed Josh. Katy reluctantly obeyed, answering "yes, master." "‘Yes, master', wow, cool," said Mike before dunking his head below surface. He came up spluttering after an heroically long time holding his breath. "Can I touch?" he asked, gasping for breath. "Sure," replied Josh. Katy winced. For the next several minutes, Katy endured the humiliation of having her breasts, nipples, buttocks, genitals, belly, and thighs variously touched, prodded, massaged, pinched, and thoroughly explored by the young boy. Finally he stopped. "We gotta go, Mike," said Josh. "I'll see you later, okay?" Katy wondered if that was a rhetorical "later" or if Josh had something further planned for Mike. She resolved to risk his displeasure by asking him later. She certainly hoped this would be the last she would see of Mike. "Yeah, sure," replied Mike. "Oh! And thanks, guy. She sure is a babe." Josh and Katy started back upstream toward the clearing where the other swimmers were lounging and eating their picnic foods. "Oh, shit!!!!" exclaimed Katy. She had suddenly comprehended that she was about to emerge from the water to become the instant default winner of the wet t-shirt contest. She looked down into the water. The thin t-shirt was practically transparent. He did it to me again she thought, the little devil. "Please, master," she started to beg, "can we please go down further and into the woods that way?" Katy made an instinctive attempt to put on her prettiest, poutiest, most irresistible face. This face, when used on the males in her life, had, on many occasions, dissolved the most formidable obstacles to her wishes. But not this time. "Nope," was Josh's reply. "We're going back through the beach. Now walk ahead of me. I wanna see the reactions." Josh giggled. Katy whined. They emerged from the water and, with Katy in the lead, walked briskly past the picnickers. By the stares and stolen glances from the people on the beach, Katy knew that her physical assets were easily visible. In fact, her breasts bounced freely, pasted to the shirt, her dark nipples clearly outlined and protruding. One poor fellow happened to look up from his magazine just as Katy reached him and came face to face with the wet outline of her pubic hair as she scampered past. He blinked, more than a little confused. Katy finally stepped past them all and literally ran up the trail and back into the woods, with Josh close behind. Back at the car, Josh asked her, "now wasn't that kinda fun, Katy?" "No, it was not fun, master, there were little kids there. They saw me naked, just about." "Better get used to things like this, Katy, because as my slave you will have to do more than that. Got it?" Josh seemed unhappy with Katy's response. "Yes, master. I understand, master," she replied, trying to mollify him. "Let's go. It's getting late and I'm getting hungry." "My new car, master. The seats will get all wet." "Not a problem. I came prepared." Josh reached into the back seat of the car and pulled out the large backpack and he had thrown in there when he had met her in the morning. He pulled out two towels. From one of them fell a bikini swimsuit. "Master?? There was a swimsuit all along." Katy pouted. "Yeah but you'll wear it when I want you to, not when you want to." Katy helped him cover the seats with the towels and they were on their way again. "How much further master?" Katy asked him after they had been driving for about 20 minutes. "It's just up ahead. Turn right here. Left." Katy pulled onto a dusty old farm road and drove up a hill. They drove past a large hay field. Over the crest of the hill stood an old barn, empty and dilapidated. "Drive up to the barn," Josh instructed. Josh carried the cooler of food and Katy the backpack as they entered the old building. Katy flinched several times on the way in as she stepped hard on sharp rocks in the road. Inside the barn it was quiet and cool with the sweet smell of old hay permeating the dusty interior. Though mostly unused, the barn was still structurally sound. Huge wooden beams supported a second story which extended through half of the barn's interior space. Josh put the cooler down next to an interior wall. Katy set the pack next to it. "Whose barn is this?" she asked. "What did you say?" Katy jumped at the tone in his voice. "Forgive me master. I meant, whose barn is this, master?" "It belongs to the father of one of my friends. I've been here a lot of times. Nobody is going to be coming here. Least not today. Just us." As he spoke, Josh opened his pack again and started emptying it, spreading its contents on the hay-covered floor. Katy began to get alarmed. There were things that looked liked whips, also belts, chains, handcuffs, and other items she did not recognize but that did not look pleasant. Josh selected two items that Katy concluded were the world's ugliest bracelets and motioned to her to offer her wrists. They were heavy, leather, padded with a soft sheepskin. When he had locked them onto her wrists he told her to try to remove them. She could not. They were too tight to fit over her hands, but not tight enough to hurt. She could not simply unbuckle them because the buckles were locked with tiny padlocks. With another, larger, padlock, he locked the two bracelets together in front of her. Josh put the keys in his pocket. He led her to a spot in the center of the barn and there he tied her ankles together with handcuffs. The keys to these were also pocketed. Walking to the side wall he took up a heavy rope which Katy realized was attached to a big pulley located precisely above her head. Josh let the other end of the rope descend toward her. Katy watched mesmerized as a large iron hook slowly dropped. When it was at her eye level, Josh tied off the pulley rope again and returned to her side. With a short belt he attached the wrist cuffs to the hook. Then, with a few quick pulls on the pulley rope, Josh hoisted Katy into the air, suspended by her wrists. Her toes brushed useless across the hay just below her feet. Katy was surprised at the sensation of helplessness produced by this form of confinement. Uncomfortable, humiliating, degrading, and deliciously exciting. The feeling of vulnerability was extreme. Her senses swam in confusion. What was happening to her? She tried to regain her control, her perspective. Josh let the rope out a few inches. Katy's toes touched solid wood. The strain on her wrists relaxed. Not so bad, Katy thought. Kind of interesting, in fact. Josh returned to her side, then stood in front of her. He was holding a huge knife, open and shiny. Katy jumped. She tried to free herself but it was completely hopeless. "What are you doing??" "I forgot to take off your t-shirt, stupid me," Josh answered. Katy stood rock steady as Josh used the sharp knife to cut away her shirt. Within seconds, she was naked. Naked and bound. Completely exposed and vulnerable. Josh moved out of view behind her. She waited for whatever was his next whim. She had no choice. She heard a soft sound. Exceedingly brief and whisper quiet. Then another sound, very close. A loud, sharp, angry sound. A nanosecond later, she felt it. Agonizing, horrible, sickening pain in her back where he had flogged her with the belt. Her body leaped of its own accord, repelled by this violation. Then she screamed. It was not a scream for help, nor a scream for mercy. It was a simple scream of pain. "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAaaaaaaaaaaaaaaAAAAAAAAAAAAA" It was Katy's first such scream. But not her last. -- +--------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `------------+ | story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us | story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us | | Archive site +--------------------+------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | \ .../assm/faq.html> /