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All my life I'd been a bad k**, a delinquent, a bitch, call it what you like. By the age of eighteen, I'd been expelled from three schools, spent time in juvenile, shoplifted, sold d**gs, taken d**gs and got busted for both DUI and prostitution. In fact, the day I smashed up my father's car was my eighteenth birthday. I'd drunk half a bottle of vodka and smoked four joints. I've got no excuses - no broken home or hardships. My parents were wealthy and loving. I was just a fucked up mess. I'd suck anyone's cock for a line of coke. God knows how I wasn't riddled with STIs.

My father owned a large Ford dealership in Sierra Vista, Southern Arizona, plus another two in New Mexico. He was remarkably calm when he collected me, late at night, from the Sheriff's office. There were no other cars involved, I'd just rolled it on a corner so the Sherrif said, "No charges if you sort this fucking k** out." Thankfully, they were old Army buddies.

In my mother's car that he'd borrowed, I didn't notice anyone in the back seat, just felt the stab of the needle in my neck.

I blinked my eyes open and tried to lick my lips which were as dry as a bone. "Water from the tap over there," came a voice from behind me. Tap? What the fuck was a tap? Halfway off the bed, I was forced to stop and sway until the room stopped spinning. It looked to be an open-plan log cabin with a kitchen area at one end, a lounge of sorts in the middle and a double bed at this end. One door led off which I guessed was the bathroom.

Laid back in an armchair wearing old dusty hiking boots which he rested on a low table in front was a guy, maybe mid-forties, with very short hair, steely grey eyes and tattooed muscular arms. By holding onto anything handy for support, I staggered my way to the kitchen sink and threw up. Wiping my mouth I picked up a chipped mug and swilled my mouth out before drinking greedily. The air was still and hot and I was covered in sweat. For relief, I poured two mugs full over my head then went to rub my hair. My hands froze. Where the fuck was my hair? Frantically looking around, I ran to the cracked mirror hanging on a nail. I screamed. My long naturally blonde hair was now no more than a quarter of an inch. I looked like a prisoner from Auschwitz.

"Where's my fucking hair, you motherfucker?" I screamed.

He just sat there with a slight grin saying, "Pleased to meet you, Catherine. Don't worry, it'll have grown back by the time you leave here."

I looked around for a weapon, found a carving knife on the worktop and held it out in front of me, my hand shaking and shouted, "Who the fuck are you and where am I?"

He laughed, "What are you going to do? Kill me? There's no phones, no neighbours, all the food is behind combination locks and you have no idea where you are. Civilisation is a four-day hike in ninety-degree heat if you go in the right direction. Kill me and you are effectively committing suicide."

Now I was getting scared. This wasn't Sierra Vista. For one thing, it wasn't hot enough. There, near the Mexican border in June, ninety degrees was spring-like. I waved the knife and said, "Car keys, give me your fucking car keys."

"They're on the hook by the door but the car is in Tucson which is rather a long walk."

Tucson? That made sense. We must be up in the Santa Catalina mountains to the north of the city. They go up to 9,000 feet which would explain the cooler temperatures and there were plenty of log cabins up in the pines. There might not be any close neighbours but there would be plenty of hikers escaping the city heat.

"If you're going to run, please take a map with you so you can find your way back. It gets very tedious searching for stupid little girls."

"Are you fucking English?" I asked, trying to place the accent. Maybe Australian?

"How very perceptive of you. William Charles Manningtree from Canterbury, England. Late of the Parachute Regiment. You may call me Bill. I understand you prefer Caz. I do wish you'd put that knife down before you hurt yourself. Would you like a cup of tea?"

Fucking tea? I looked at the cabin door, maybe fifteen feet and he was sitting down.

"Go ahead, but as I say, do take a map, there's a pile over there. Probably best if you head northeast. That'll take you to an old mining track and straight to the main highway. It's only 115 miles. The cabin is marked with a red dot for when you give up and want to return. Provided you haven't gone too far you might survive."

115 miles? Where the fuck were we? To his apparent amusement, I backed across the room, still holding the knife out in front. Keeping one eye on him I picked up the map from the top of a pile.

"That's the detailed USGS map of the immediate area. The next map is smaller scale and will give you a better idea of your predicament," he said, still sitting calmly.

His calmness was disconcerting, as if he had the upper hand. I'll show the cunt. I grabbed both maps, opened the door and ran outside. On the wooden verandah, I froze. All I could see in any direction was rocks and low scrub with hills in the distance shimmering in the heat haze. The only sound was the odd bird. Keeping an eye on the door, I spread the second map on a sun-bleached plank table. It was a map of northern Arizona. There was a red dot just to the north of the Grand Canyon. Apart from that, there wasn't much else, no roads, no towns, fuck all.

Quickly, with a rising sense of panic, I spread the other map. Across the top, it said, 'Travertine Rapids, AZ'. The dot was beside a creek, set back from what appeared to be an escarpment. The jagged line of the Grand Canyon cut across the bottom of the map. Other than that, the only thing on the map were contour lines, packed very closely together. Plus three named features - Kelly's Point, Two Hundred and Twenty Mile Canyon and Shivwits Plateau. Along the Colorado River were a few named rapids.

"Beautiful area isn't it?" the limey said from the doorway. In a flash, the knife was gone from my hand and he stuck it in the table. "Let me orientate you to your home for at least the next four months. To the east, that way, around a hundred and fifty miles, is the visitor's centre for the North Rim of the Grand Canyon. West, around the same distance, is Las Vegas. North, Interstate 15, 120 miles. South, the Grand Canyon. Apart from a handful of seasonally occupied cabins and a couple of run-down ranches, it's just you and me in any direction. Now, do you take milk and sugar in your tea?"

I looked at the knife as he turned his back. Even if I managed to stick it in him, where would I go? Following him in I said, "So you've k**napped me? My father will fucking kill you."

The cunt laughed! He turned and said, "Who do you think is paying me, sweetheart? Four thousand dollars a week to sort you out. Look around. There's no booze, no d**gs, no TV, no electricity, no refrigerator. The only d**g here is the caffeine in the tea and coffee. Best make the most of the tea, the fresh milk will start to go off tomorrow then we'll be stuck with long life until the next resupply drop. They call this, 'extreme rehab'."

"Fuck you!"

"Ah," he said, pouring water from a kettle on the woodstove into a teapot, "The first stage, angry defiance. Next, it will be sulking. You're all the same, so predictable. I trust that Twinings Breakfast Tea is acceptable? It's a little early for Darjeeling, I find it a little heavy in the morning don't you?"

I slumped into the other armchair. Four months with this motherfucker? I'd been in a few predicaments but could see no way out of this one. I desperately needed a hit of vodka and a line but I wasn't going to reveal that to the limey cunt. He put a mug on the low table between the two chairs saying, "I've added a splash of milk, sugar is by the teapot if you want it."

I watched him settle into the other armchair, sip his tea and sigh in satisfaction. "Now, let me explain what's going on and a few rules. Later I'll give you a list of daily chores. They will be completed to the best of your ability by 8am every morning. You may be given other tasks throughout the day. Dissent or failure to complete your tasks will result in no food. 8am to 2pm will be a daily hike where I will teach you navigation, fieldcraft, hunting and survival. 2pm to 6pm will be education. As you appear to have paid no attention at school, I will teach you mathematics, English, science and geography. You will only leave here when you are at a high enough standard to be accepted at a good college. Starting tonight, you will spend an hour every evening writing a diary. The rest of the evening will be spent reading and discussing current affairs."

I was seething but what could I do? "So where do I sleep," I asked through gritted teeth.

"In the bedroom through that door."

"I thought that was the bathroom?"

"No, there is no bathroom. You wash in the kitchen sink. The shower is outside and the lavatory is in a shed round the back."

"A fucking shed?"

He smiled, "A pit toilet. A bit smelly but it does the job. Hot water is on the stove. Water for the shower is solar heated but be quick, it only lasts two minutes."

"Why did you cut my fucking hair off?" I snapped.

"I didn't, but I did order it to be done. It represents the start of your new life. Easier to keep clean too. None of your clothes came with you, well, apart from that awful street attire you're wearing which will go into the woodstove. New stuff in is your bedroom which you will keep spotlessly clean. It will be inspected at 6am every morning. I suggest you go in there now and pack it all neatly away, then we'll go for an orientation hike. You'll need shirt, shorts, sun hat, shades and boots."

I stomped off and slammed the bedroom door, which appeared to be made of wobbly old planks, behind me. There was a single bed, cupboard, set of drawers, a small table and a chair. On the bed, laid out neatly was a pair of high-end walking boots, a pair of trainers, a pair of red Crocs and a selection of new North Face outdoor clothing, mostly in beige - shorts, t-shirts, safari shirts, trousers, fleece, sun hat and a Goretex jacket. In a separate pile were socks, panties and sports bras. Another pile consisted of soap, shower gel, deodorant, sun lotion, shampoo and conditioner, nail scissors, toothpaste and brushes, Tampax, sanitary towels and what looked like a year's supply of contraceptive pills.

Depressed, I sat on the bed with my head in my hands. Through the door, my captor shouted, "Stop sulking and get on with it!". Cunt. I was surprised to find that everything was my size. Reluctantly, I stripped off my baggy t-shirt, combat trousers and chukka boots. I felt very self-conscious walking back out into the main room looking like an extra from Jumanji 2. The fucking bastard laughed at me so I gave him the finger which made him laugh even more. Finally, he said, "Utility belt on the table over there with two water bottles. Usually, we'll also take a day pack each but we won't be going far today, about two miles to the overlook and back."

My heart sank. Four miles? I'd never walked more than a mile in my life! First, he made me look at the map and showed me how to fold it. Then, as we walked, he made me follow our progress on the map, showing me how to relate the terrain to the contour lines on the map. Actually, it was pretty cool but I didn't tell him that. Arriving at the overlook, the view was simply stunning. "Holy fuck!" I said as I surveyed the panorama before us. There was no sign of life anywhere. We could be the last survivors on the planet for all I knew.



Bill found some rocks in the shade of a stunted and gnarled Mesquite tree and sat to drink water. "The best way to experience a place, Caz, is to just sit a while," he said, "Let your senses absorb the sight, smell and sounds."

We'd been sat there maybe half an hour before I asked, "Where's the Colorado river?"

Bill pointed, "Bottom of that big scar, maybe a ten-hour hike before you can see it. The Grand Canyon is mostly a series of shelves, here you could say we're on the top shelf. The next shelf is about a thousand feet below us and stretches about eight miles to the drop to the next shelf. We'll do it when you've toughened up a bit."

"You think I'm not tough?"

"I know you're not. Oh, I don't doubt you're a bit street-wise but that means fuck all out here. Have you seen anyone? Any sign of human life? People? Vehicles? Smoke? Seen any ponds or creeks?"

"Some tyre tracks a little way back."

Bill shrugged, "Months old. A couple of times a year some idiot tries to drive the old mining road but it's a huge undertaking. Boulders the size of your bed. The route is littered with the rusted remains of failed attempts - tyres, wheels, axles, driveshafts, mufflers. No, we'll hike down in a couple of weeks, camp out and hike back."

"You said it's a series of shelves but I'm sure I've seen photos of hikers sitting on the edge of a massive drop."

He nodded, "Yeah, a place called Toroweaps sixty miles east but about a hundred-mile hike."

"Why further?"

"Because the main canyon is fed by dozens of side canyons. To get around them means heading around the head of each one. Sometimes you have to hike miles to move 500 yards east."

"If there are no creeks where does your water come from? The map shows a creek north of the cabin."

"Seasonal. It had water in it from the spring snowmelt but that's all gone. The creeks will now be bone dry until the midsummer thunderstorms. In the entire three million acres of The Arizona Strip, there is only one year-round stream. There are some buried rainwater storage tanks behind the cabin."

"So we'll have to carry all our water on long hikes?"

"Some of them, but on some, there are Tinajas, natural depressions in the rocks where water gathers. Those in the shade can hold water for a surprisingly long time. The Paiute Indians enlarged and deepened some of them."

For the next hour, we sat in the shade and talked. Strangely, given the circumstances, I began to like Bill. He seemed very honest and didn't hesitate to answer my questions, even dumb ones like, "What's that bird?" and "Are there any rattlesnakes?" He had a very dry English sense of humour and I wasn't sure when he was teasing me.

As we started back I asked, "So how did you end up here, in the middle of fucking nowhere?"

"I was attached to the 82nd Airborne as an exchange instructor, that's where I met your father and the woman that was to become my wife. When I retired after my 22 years service, we settled over here. Having an American wife makes getting a green card easy. My mother had recently died and I inherited a big house in London. We sold that and bought a Best Western motel in Tucson. Then, three years later, my wife died from a brain tumour. I was a bit lost so applied to the National Park Service but they were only taking on graduates. I volunteered for a bit then heard about this place. I don't get paid but I get free use of the cabin if I maintain it and keep an eye on this part of the park, patrol the trails and stuff, although no-one ever comes here. I still have the motel, run for me by a manager. I'd been here a year when a friend asked for help sorting his son out. You're the fourth k** to come through here."

"So this whole program of yours is all unofficial?"

"Correct."

"What happened to the other k**s?"

"One at college, one at university and the first one has just graduated from the UofA with a geology degree."

That shut me up and made me think.

That evening I went downhill, badly. Shaking, hallucinating and crying. Bill sat with me until my body finally gave up the fight and I fell asleep. When I woke he was sitting there on the wooden chair, arms folded.

Rubbing my eyes I asked, "You been there all night?"

"Correct."

"Some people might think that weird. An old guy watching a girl sleeping."

"You threw up twice. Couldn't have you choking on your vomit. And less of the old. I can outrun you, any distance, any time. You need a shower, you stink. Do you know the submariner's shower?"

"The what?"

"Water on, wet body, water off, wash, water on, rinse. You can go first, I don't mind a cold shower. Look on the bright side, at least you won't need a hairdryer!"

I gave him my best 'fuck you' look and ushered him out. The water wasn't exactly hot as the sun hadn't been up long but at least it wasn't ice cold. There's something thrilling, even erotic about showering outdoors. I knew no-one was about but even so, standing there naked, exposed to the world with the sun on me made me tingle. Bill was right, using the submariner's technique meant the warmish water lasted.

That evening, when Bill showered, he thought I was inside but I loitered on the end of the verandah. I don't know what made me do it, but I peered around the corner. He had the fittest body of any man that age. Strong arms and legs, broad chest and thick muscular neck. Suddenly, I realised that he was tanned all over. Does he normally live here naked?

Then he turned slightly and my hand flew to my mouth. His cock was flaccid and hanging down but cut and a good seven inches. I've never been attracted to older men but felt my cunt clench and a shudder go through my body. He turned further and I ducked out of sight. In my bedroom, I contemplated masturbating but Bill called me. Damn. It was time to do my diary.

The next day, after breakfast, Bill showed me how to make bread - one of my daily chores. Afterwards, we hiked four miles to an area of flat rock. "This is where we will come every Friday at noon," he said, "When a helicopter will come in with supplies. We give the pilot a list of what we'll need for the next drop. If for any reason we're not here and I've not pre-warned him, he'll overfly the cabin. If the flag that you raise every morning is not flying he'll know that something's wrong and will initiate a prearranged plan."

In the afternoon, Bill made me sit high school exams. As he put it, "To see how thick you are." I hated every teacher at my school. I just wanted to live, not learn the list of Presidents, or about slavery, or algebra, or why we have seasons. But Bill was different from all my teachers. He seemed genuinely interested in me. Over the following days, I began to enjoy learning, partly because he made it relevant. For instance, we'd use math and trigonometry to draw to scale and make bird boxes, a stool and even a new door for my bedroom.

We carried the armchairs outside and would sit out until two or three in the morning with binoculars while he taught me about the solar system, asteroids, stars and constellations. I cried when I first really saw the Milky Way in all its magnificent glory. During the day we used pebbles and boulders to mark out the solar system and Bill ran in circles to show their orbits which made me double up laughing.

We talked for hours every evening, about history, the law, human rights, the environment and self-discipline. He showed me how to manage money and keep basic accounts. He made me write essays and short stories and then read them to him. He even got me, using little tricks, to understand punctuation and grammar. He'd test me every night on fifty spellings.

On our hikes, he taught me about the flora and fauna and how they survive in a semi-desert environment, which were edible and what to avoid. He refused to identify birds for me, making me carry a recognition book and look them up myself. Using the rocks he went into great detail on their formation, erosion and properties.

I never thought I'd say this, but I was really enjoying myself. I discovered that not only could learning be fun but it had practical uses too. I looked forward to our hikes which were getting longer and longer.

Each morning I'd use a hand pump to raise water from the buried holding tanks to two roof tanks. One inside for drinking water and one outside for the shower. By early evening the shower water would be really hot from the sun. With practice, I learned to use only half a tank for my shower saving half for Bill. I watched him shower when I could and had taken to masturbating at bedtime, biting my pillow when I came.

It was maybe three weeks into my incarceration when I realised that Bill was watching me shower. I wasn't angry, in fact, it was a big turn on. That evening I said to Bill, "Why don't I shower straight after our hike? Then you could shower early evening when the water has reheated?"

That had two benefits; I could watch him longer and I could linger during my shower, especially over my B-cup pointy tits, giving him a show. I'd take extra long soaping my cunt and asshole too. Straight after, I'd go to my room and frantically frig myself, imagining him fucking me with his big cock from behind as I showered. I'd wonder how big he went when hard and pictured myself on my knees sucking him until he flooded my mouth with lashings of thick creamy cum.

A month into my stay - strangely, I no longer thought of it as my incarceration - we did a two-day hike down to the edge of the lower plateau. Ten hours down, f******n to get back. We were now into the summer thunderstorm season so took a small hiking tent. True enough, during the afternoon, we noticed high anvil-shaped clouds forming to the south. We got the tent up just in time before the storm hit but it only lasted an hour. The daily hikes plus Bill's insistence on going through an increasingly tough daily workout had made my body fit, tanned and lean. I was looking forwards to stripping off in the tent with Bill but he said, "The skies will clear now and the ground will quickly dry out. We'll sleep out under the stars tonight." Damn!

On the tough hike back, it occurred to me that apart from watching me shower, Bill had shown no interest in me sexually. British reserve or gay? But if he was gay, why would he watch me? Just for fun, or maybe it was devilment, after my next shower I accidentally left my bedroom door ajar and was extra noisy during my throes of self-induced ecstasy. I left it for a few days before leaving the door even wider. The creak of a floorboard told me that Bill was watching me on my knees on the bed, ass in the air, strumming my clit as I reached behind and finger fucked my own asshole.

Still no comment or reaction. Now I was getting mad. Okay, I was no Miss USA, but I was petite with nice tits and ass and guys said I was hot. It was now a challenge, a matter of honour and pride. It was time for a more direct approach.

That evening, when Bill had his shower, I stood on the dusty dirt at the corner of the cabin and deliberately knocked against an old rusted steel drum making it clang. Instantly, Bill stopped soaping himself and stared at me. "Hi," I said, "Looks like you've caught me. Don't stop on my behalf."

He stared for a few seconds before slowly recommencing his washing. I too stared, at his cock which twitched and began to thicken. Bill hadn't taken his eyes off me until they dropped slightly to watch my hand slide into my shorts. His eyes seemed to widen as I fingered my wet cunt. We were about twenty feet apart, close enough for me to see the veins on his cock and its flared head as it stiffened and rose. It jerked when I gave a little moan.

The tension was incredible. I could see that Bill was torn between his duty and his lust. I bit my lip and slipped my left hand up under my t-shirt. Hesitatingly, his right hand edged towards his cock. "Go on," I said, "do it."

His cock was fucking magnificent, a good nine inches. I felt my legs go weak as he began to stroke it. In one move, I pulled my t-shirt over my head and stepped two paces closer. He grinned, licked his lips and stared at my tits. I looked down. My nipples were bigger than I'd ever seen them. Another two paces. Bill, still staring, turned the lever to wash the soap off. As the bubbles ran down his legs I imagined it was his cum running down mine, leaking from my cunt.

But would he do it? Would he fuck me? My mind went back to the first day, when I'd packed away the stuff in my bedroom. Why the contraceptive pills? I'd been taking them of course, but with Bill being the only guy here surely that meant...?

I undid my shorts and slid them and my panties down to my ankles making my intentions pretty clear. There were two possible reactions from Bill - his sense of duty would triumph and he'd send me away, or he'd fuck me senseless. I kicked away the clothes and took another four paces in my dusty boots. Now we were only five feet apart. I could hear his heavy breathing. His eyes roved over my naked body. I did the same to him, noting his scars and tight muscles.

Fuck this. Without a word, I closed the gap, sank to my knees and slipped my lips over the fat flared head of his cock. I'd had many cocks in my mouth, even working the streets to pay for d**gs for six months when I was sixteen, but none were a patch on Bill's. My mouth was stretched wide and even with his head at the back of my throat, there was still room for my hand to stroke his iron shaft. I could deep throat but decided that this wasn't the time to try. I'd need to be really relaxed to be able to accommodate this b**st, if at all. Instead, I stroked him and played with his heavy balls as I gave him a first-class blow job.

For many women, cock sucking, if they will do it, is a chore. A task undertaken with little enthusiasm just to please their man. I, on the other hand, enjoyed the feeling of a cock in my mouth. Not just the feeling though, also the sense of power that it gave me. A man will agree to anything with his cock in a warm mouth. Of course, not all cocks were enjoyable. God, I'd sucked some pretty dismal and not always clean specimens.

There was a large Army base in Sierra Vista - Fort Huachuca - and I could always pull tricks behind bars on a Saturday night, but only blow jobs. It was less messy and faster. Very few guys had ever fucked me. My favourite cocks to suck were the black guys but even they were sometimes a disappointment. I like really hard cocks and far too many big black cocks just hang down. What's the point of a ten-inch cock if it's all bendy?

Bills cock though was a real prize winner. It and his balls were hairless - when did he do that? - and it stuck up at a steep angle. It was so thick I couldn't touch my fingertips together. A pronounced ridge ran along the underside and blue veins stood proud along its length. The head was deep red and widely flared causing the skin on it to stretch tight and shine. Hung below, was an impressive set of heavy balls.

No cock had ever affected me so much. I knelt there and worshipped it, licking, sucking and kissing. I hummed in unrestrained pleasure as I rubbed it over my face and played with his balls. Whenever I went back to sucking, Bill would hold my head and gently fuck my mouth. I knew that soon, he'd flood my mouth with his warm cum.

But then he backed away and pulled me to my feet. What? Surely he'd been enjoying it? He leaned forwards slightly. I thought he was going to kiss me but instead, he gripped my ass and lifted me. Oh! I wrapped my legs around his waist and intertwined my fingers behind his neck. I'd been fucked in this position once before but the guy didn't have the stamina to sustain it.

As Bill lowered me onto his cock, I cried out in genuine pain. He wasn't even fully in but it felt like he was tearing me apart. He stopped and held me. I crossed my arms behind his neck, leaned my head on his shoulder and said, "Easy, please."

Very slowly, just using his first few inches, he began to fuck me. As I became wetter it became easier. Hanging on, I moaned and started to help him by gripping with my legs and working my hips. "God, you're so fucking tight!" he said which was a real turn-on. It was over two months since my last fuck.

By now the pain had gone to be replaced with a wonderful feeling of fullness. Bill picked up the pace. I felt his fingers digging into my ass as he worked me up and down on his steel hard shaft. Now he was really fucking me. The feeling of his cock sliding in and out sent me wild. I cried out with each thrust and fought for breath. His stamina was incredible and we fucked like that for maybe ten minutes, with me hanging on and biting his shoulder and clawing at his back. "Ready?" he said.

"What?" I grunted.

It was then that I realised he'd been holding back the whole time. He pushed me down hard and my brain exploded. That first time that his head pressed on my cervix will stay with me forever. An orgasm that I didn't know was possible hit me like a tsunami, overwhelming every sense and nerve. I'm normally quite vocal when I cum but my lungs seemed to have stopped working. I felt my face and lips contort as my body shook. It came in waves making me shudder and jerk as lines of light, like shooting stars, streaked across my vision. After the final jerk I slumped, barely conscious.

I was aware of being carried. Still impaled, we went into the cabin where he lowered us both onto his big bed. Outside had been a fuck, now Bill made love to me. With amazing tenderness, which no-one had ever shown me before, he fucked me with long slow strokes. The feeling when I gripped his cock with my cunt muscles made me squeal with pleasure. I moaned into his mouth as we kissed long and deep. I tingled all over each time I felt his breath close to my ear. I gripped his ass, wanting him deeper but like outside he held back, maybe in fear of hurting me.

I twisted us and he rolled left. Still joined, I was now on top. As I rode that great big cock he pulled towards him and sucked hard on my nipples. God, it felt so fucking good. I pulled free and worked my hips, luxuriating in the sensation of his cock grinding inside me. Bill grabbed my ass and pulled me down hard. This time when his head hit my cervix it was with my full weight. I cried out with the sudden deep pain but it was a pain like no other. I've never been into S&M but I loved that pain, it shot through me like an electric current. I took over, jamming myself down hard, again and again, crying out from the hammering my cervix was taking.

Then a new sensation, Bills finger on my asshole. As my orgasm started to build, Bill began to grunt loudly. He stopped fucking me and held himself deep. I watched his eyes roll and felt his cock swell even more. Suddenly it pulsed and his hot cum sprayed straight onto poor battered insides. I can't describe my orgasm. It built and built until I couldn't breathe. I remember screaming then it all went black.

I woke to the smell of bacon cooking. I was in Bill's bed, naked. I rolled over and winced at the dull pain deep inside me. That was some fuck! The last supply drop had been two days before and there was still some ice left in the Coleman ice chest which had been modified with extra-large wheels and that we filled at the helicopter each Friday. One more day and we'd be back on canned food and long-life milk. I watched Bill. He was naked at the stove. "If you burn your cock I'll kiss it better," I said.

He laughed without turning, "Finally decided to wake up, have you? The sun's been up for three hours. Come to think of it, there was a splash of fat just now."

"Maybe later," I said, swinging my legs off the bed. After breakfast, Bill showed me where he kept his 9mm Browning pistol. He trusted me. That morning he taught me how to strip, clean and reassemble it before spending an hour shooting at cans. "Just in case," he said, "There are a few weirdos up here on the strip, it's a good place for someone to disappear for a while if they want to."

In the afternoon we did a short hike, just a mile to a rock where we'd sometimes sit and watch vultures circling on the rising hot air currents. I couldn't manage any further. Whilst there, I knelt in front of Bill and sucked his cock. I tried to deep throat him but had to give up, I don't think any woman could have done it. God, I so love that cock! I almost came myself when it expanded and spurted against my tonsils. Bill laughed when I showed him my mouth full of cum before swallowing it. It was on the way back as we crossed the old mining track that his trust in me was to be tested.

From the left, a voice called, "Why hello there!" We both stopped and looked. It was a man and woman in their late twenties with day packs. "We've just been to the overlook," said the guy, "Had to leave our jeep about four miles back, didn't want to rip it apart. I'm Tony, this is my wife, Trudy. You guys live around here?"

Bill looked at me. All it would take was one word, a cry for help. I didn't hesitate. Stepping forwards, I said, "I'm Debbie, this is my father, Tom. We're camping about a mile back that way." I pointed to the east, away from our cabin. Our cabin?

Tony made some comments about the scenery and heat before saying, "Well, you guys have a great time and stay safe. We'd best be pressing on if we want to get back to the highway before dark."

It was a few minutes before Bill said, "Why didn't you say anything? That was your ticket out of here."

"Because the only reason to leave would be to go somewhere better and right now I can't think of anywhere better than here."

That night, in our bed, things took a new turn. Weeks before, during one of our evening chats which touched on sex and contraception, I'd told Bill that I'd never been a great fan of cunnilingus, probably due to the useless guys who've tried it plus the one girl who was so wasted she threw up on me before passing out.

I'd laid on the bed to write my diary but had drifted off to sleep. With a start, I woke up. This was fucked up - I couldn't see and something was in my mouth. I tried to say, "What the fuck?" but it came out as "Nnn na numm?" I was blindfolded and gagged. I went to pull the blindfold off but my wrists were tied to the bed head, I could move my legs though. Where the fuck was Bill? I squealed and shook my head to try and dislodge things but failed. I paused, breathing heavily. The thing in my mouth was hard and round; a fucking ball gag! What the fuckety fuck?

A floorboard creaked, "Ill?" I grunted, meaning, "Bill?" No reply. I wasn't scared, well, not much. I knew it was just me and Bill. I was intrigued and incredibly turned on. The mattress moved slightly. I kicked my legs and twisted but made no contact with anything. Something touched my right nipple which made me jump. It was cold and metallic. A pain but not an unpleasant pain, shot through my breast. A fucking nipple clamp? I squirmed as he fitted one to my other nipple. It hurt but in a strange sexy way.

His strong hands gripped my calves and pulled my legs apart. I was obviously going to be fucked. Something wet in my belly button. His tongue? It tickled and I would have giggled without the gag. He started kissing his way down and I realised he was going to go down on me. I was a little disappointed but I didn't mind, if he enjoyed doing it then that was fine. Any second I knew his tongue would go into my cunt but it didn't happen. Instead, he spent ages kissing my mound then my thighs. He actually went away from my cunt, kissing and licking my inner thighs, even the backs of my knees.

He licked from my left calf to my foot. This was weird. Then, oh my god, he started licking my toes! This was a new sensation for me and to my surprise made me squirm and giggle. When he sucked my big toe I actually shuddered and felt my whole abdomen clench.

The motherfucker was laughing and teasing me! By the time half an hour had gone by I was a moaning wreck. Not once had he touched my cunt. Occasionally, he'd edge his way up to suck my clamped nipples or kiss me and each time he licked his way back down I thought - this is it - but he'd bypass my cunt again and bite my inner thighs or suck my toes, even licking the soles of my feet. I knew I was wet, I could feel it oozing out and dribbling down over my asshole. I could even smell it for god's sake!

At least half a dozen times I tried to beg him to 'do it' but he just laughed at my grunt. Every time he got to my inner thighs I thought this was it but no. I was going crazy with frustration. He still hadn't spoken a word. Then I sensed him getting off the bed. Now what? Surely he wasn't going to leave me like this? Noises - drawers being opened then something being dragged over the floorboards. Creaking sounds then footsteps on what sounded like wooden stairs. There was a cellar? What the fuck?

I strained to hear but there was silence for a minute or two, then steps coming back up and a bang like a door closing, a trap door? Scr****g sounds again. The mattress moved. He was back but with what? Had he gone to fetch something? His hands went to the back of my head and the ball gag came free. Before I could curse him I felt water on my lips, a mug. I drank greedily, spilling some down my neck. Then something else. Whisky. It made me cough but I got some down and croaked, "More." Another two shots then, despite me shaking my head, he refitted the gag. Cunt!

He lifted my right leg. More toe sucking? No, he raised it, pushed it back and tied it by my right hand. There was no point in struggling. He did the same to my left. I was helpless, on my back with my cunt pointing at the ceiling, exposed like a whore, only able to move my head. He chuckled.

His mouth on my thighs again, licking and kissing, an inch from my cunt then moving away again. I squirmed when he was so close, licking the little patch between my cunt and my asshole. I tried to twist my hips to get my cunt to his mouth but his hands held me still. Then, oh sweet Jesus, he licked my asshole! It was like a lightning bolt through my body. I screamed into the gag. No-one had ever done that to me before, or if they had I was too wasted to remember. Hands pulled my butt cheeks apart. His mouth clamped onto me and he licked and sucked my asshole for so long I lost track of time. I was a snorting, gasping, grunting, sweaty wreck.

Again, I screamed into the gag as I felt his tongue enter my butt. The orgasm hit me like an avalanche, sweeping me in ten different directions at once. I was snorting like a pig and shaking all over, tossing my head left and right. I pissed myself. I felt an intense feeling of release as my bladder emptied over my stomach, tits and face. Bill was laughing.

He released the ball gag and took the blindfold off. I blinked, surprised that it was dark. How long had I been there? Feeling like a cheap dirty slut, I watched him light two kerosene lamps. He returned with a tin mug of water. I didn't say a word, just drank it and another two shots of whisky. He walked over to the sink, wetted a towel and wiped me down. I stared at him.

As he tossed the towel onto the floor I finally said, "Satisfied?"

He laughed, "Satisfied? We haven't even started."

For the next half an hour, Bill used my body, AND I LOVED IT! His mouth, fingers and tongue were everywhere - cunt, clit and ass. He played me like a fine violin, knowing exactly what to do to take me to the edge. After my third explosive orgasm, I had to beg, panting, "Please Bill, I can't take any more."

I meant it. My body seemed incapable of any more sensations. Bill shook his head, slid off the bed and walked over to a cardboard box that I'd never seen before. He tipped it onto the bed. My eyes widened - dildos, vibrators, eggs, beads, butt plugs, cock rings, lube, eye masks, handcuffs and a riding crop. He saw me staring and said, "My wife's old stuff." I'd seen and used some toys before but these were really top quality high-end stuff, not cheap sex shop crap.

He picked up a small butt plug and grinned, "Time you had a little ass training." Was this the same Bill? Without ceremony, he coated it in lube and pushed it into my ass. I felt okay, I'd had fingers in there, even my own but it was still a surprise. Picking up the pump bottle of lube he squirted some on my clit. I jumped at the cold sensation. Then he took a pink silicone covered egg. There was a very faint hum. Oh my god, it felt so good as he held it on my clit.

After a few minutes of me squirming, he swopped the egg for a rabbit with a gyrating head which he pushed inside me. As he held that in, he pulled out the butt plug and replaced it with a bigger one. It all felt good but I needed more. "I need your cock, Bill," I panted, "I need you to fuck me."

"Oh, I will," he said, "But all in good time." In good time? We'd been there hours! He removed the rabbit and held up a dildo grinning. It was black, about an inch wide and about ten inches long with a blunt pointed end and was flared at the base. He pulled the plug out. I knew exactly where that dildo was going. With my ass pointing at the ceiling, I winced as he pushed it into my ass.

It felt so different from a finger. I had an intense feeling of wanting to take a shit but Bill held it in deep until the feeling passed. He held the vibrating egg against my clit again and slowly fucked my ass with the dildo. "Fuckkkkk...!" I screamed as I came. Before I had a chance to recover he switched the dildo for a bigger butt plug. Still trying to catch my breath I realised what he was trying to do. "You..., you're prepping my ass aren't you?" I said, "You want to fuck my ass."

"Only if you say it's okay," he said, looking serious, "I'm not an anal r****t."

"You think it will fit?" I said.

"If we do it right, yes."

I thought for a moment. The dildo had felt nice but the size of his cock scared me. Slowly I nodded and said, "Two conditions - One, you untie me. Two, if I say stop, you stop, instantly." In my tied up position, he could've just fucked my ass if he wanted, but I knew that Bill was a good guy. After he had untied me it took me a while to get movement back into my arms and legs. It hadn't been painful but I'd been in that position for some time.

Up until that moment, I'd never really understood the dom/sub thing. Now it all suddenly made sense. More than anything I wanted Bill to be my master, to control me and to use me any way he wanted. I had enormous trust in Bill. I lowered my eyes and heard myself say, "My body is yours, Master, use it how you want, I am your slave."

Corny? Had I gone too far? Had I misread the whole situation? To emphasise my point, I crawled over to the pile of toys and selected a pink cock-like dildo. This one was about an inch and a half wide and a foot long - about the thickness of a normal cock but thinner than Bill's. He watched me as I coated it with lube and held it out to him.

If he was surprised, he didn't show it. Slowly, he shook his head and said, "No, you do it." I hadn't expected that. He wanted me to push it into my own ass!

I swallowed and said, "Yes, Master." Fuck, this was gonna hurt. I figured the best way was to immediately replace the black one with the bigger pink one. Bill watched, stroking his cock, as I laid on my left side and raised my right leg. With my left hand in front and my right behind holding the big pink one, I pulled the black one out then grabbed the slippery shaft of the pink one. Using both hands I pressed its head against my asshole. I got the first inch in then had to stop.

"Go on," said Bill.

I'd offered myself as his slave and couldn't back out now. Panting like a woman in labour, I moaned in pain but got another inch in, then another. It felt like the biggest shit I'd ever had in my life and took quite a bit of willpower not to tense my muscles and force it out. It hurt but not as much as it would have hurt if I hadn't been progressing up through the toys.

"On your back," said Bill.

"Yes, Master," I said, doing as I was told and holding the dildo in. Then he really shocked me.

Handing me the black dildo, the one that had just been deep in my ass, he said, "Lick it clean." My hand was shaking as I took it. It was a test of obedience. I licked it. Thankfully, it only tasted of lube.

"Suck it."

I sucked it.

"Deep throat it, I know you can."

I breathed out to relax my throat muscles and felt it fill my throat. His hand replaced mine on the pink dildo. I pulled the black dildo out and whimpered as he pushed the pink one in deeper. "I told you to suck it," he said. Feeling tears run down my cheeks I sucked it again.

Bill picked up the lube, pulled the pink one out of my ass and liberally added more lube. I cried out as he pushed it back in, much deeper this time. He began to fuck my ass with it. I find it very hard to adequately describe the feeling of it sliding in and out of my ass. How can something that hurts, feel so good? It was a massive feeling of fullness, deep inside my body accompanied by an incredible tingling feeling.

Bill pushed my legs back, dropped down and latched his mouth onto my cunt. I writhed left and right, crying, "Fuck yes!" as he sucked my clit. God knows where the black dildo went. Just as I was about to cum the motherfucker stopped. Panting, I watched him lube his cock. Oh god!

In one slick move, he pulled the dildo out of my ass and pushed his cock in. I nearly fainted with the pain. It felt like I was being ripped in two. I felt his thighs hit my ass. His thick cock was deep in my bowels. The orgasm came so quick it was like a slap in the face. Not a massive one, but enough to make me cry out and shake like a leaf. Surely, that must be it? But no.

Bill handed me the pink dildo and nodded. I knew what I had to do. Panting, I licked and sucked it clean.

Another surprise from Bill. He lifted my left leg and turned me onto my side, still with his cock in my ass. With him now behind me, he slowly fucked my ass. With most of the pain now gone, I closed my eyes and began to work my hips. Bill's breathing was heavy by my ear. "Now play with yourself, Slave, while I fuck both your holes," he rasped.

He took the pink dildo and pushed it into my dripping cunt. I bucked on both cocks like a cheap whore as my fingers strummed and pinched my clit. Bill began to grunt then bit my ear. With a roar, he thrust deep into my ass. His cock pulsed rhythmically as his sperm filled my rectum. That tipped me over. Arms flailing, my whole body was wracked with spasms. I went rigid, stopped breathing and felt my face contort. Then a sudden feeling of release. Warm slippery liquid sprayed over my fingers. For the first time in my life, I squirted. The jerking spasms went on and on until finally they dissipated and I could breathe again.

We lay there panting, covered in sweat, as Bill's cock slowly shrank in my ass. I tensed my muscles and laughed when I farted his cock out with bubbles of his cum.

From that day onwards we only wore clothes for sun protection or for the supply drops. We had sex every day, sometimes three or four times and I loved having my ass fucked hard. Bill taught me that sex doesn't have to be rushed. Sometimes our sessions lasted for hours, even all night. I lost count of the number of times I lay there, orgasmed half to death, watching the sun come up.

In bed, we were Master and Slave but otherwise, we became equals.

Two weeks later, the helicopter dropped off a big black plastic water tank. Bill carried it back on his shoulder as I lugged the backpack of supplies and pulled the ice chest over the bumpy ground. Together, we replaced the small shower tank on the roof. Now we had twenty minutes of hot water. God, we had some great open-air shower fucks.

I didn't fall in love with Bill, that would have been ridiculous, but I did love being with him and our lifestyle. I stayed a year during which time my father kept up the weekly payments to Bill, over $200,000.

One evening, after a particularly dirty fuck, I said to Bill, "We can't live here like this forever you know."

"I know," he replied.

"It's too remote and small, but we could live somewhere else."

"What do you mean?"

"Look," I said, leaning on my elbow and looking at him, "This system of yours works, I'm clean, I've got my head straight and will never go back to the hell that used to be my life. I've never been happier. What if we could do this as a team? Find a place and take on two or three k**s at a time, wouldn't my experiences be an asset? The k**s could relate to me. Are there any ranches for sale around here?"

With the money and some of Bill's savings, we bought a derelict ranch with forty acres just north of the Grand Canyon boundary. We worked hard, renovating it and working out a plan. After a year we took in our first 'guest', the 23-year-old fucked up daughter of a senior Republican Congressman. Perhaps I'll tell you about her one day.

Anyway, we now have five horses, ten chickens, a dog called Charlie and a baby girl called Sophie. Bill and I are now lovers.