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My Week of Shame
This is my first attempt at writinga story. Just like my character, I have no real BDSM experience, so if the ‘feel'or facts are so far short of reality, I'd love to have feedback. Oh, andthe character is loosely based on a friend of mine by the same name, so ifyou read this, let me know.
Oh, and I won't waste time finishingthe story if I don't get some ‘fan' mail J
HOW IT BEGAN
The wet season had well and trulyarrived. I was standing by the side of the Bruce Hi-way, swearing at my rustingold car. My dad had promised to buy me a newer car, since this old Mazdahad broken down several times now on my weekly trip back to the farm fromnearby Townsville where I was doing 1st year Uni. So I got out my phone,which normally gets a good signal, but due to the heavy rain, it was useless.Oh well, I'd just wait till someone came and offered their help.
Nearly an hour later, and Hi-acevan pulled up in front of my rotten Mazda. It looked like a typical smalltransport van that shoot along the Hi-way between towns. I got out and wentup to the van, as the driver got out and started to come back. I had a raincoat on, but they didn't, so they were getting wet real fast. As we met,I could see that the driver was a lady, although from her build I thoughtshe was a guy at first.
"Hi there mate, my bloody carsshit itself", I yelled through the rain
"I'm getting soaked, jump inthe back of the van", she yelled back.
Seemed like a dam good idea, aseven my rain coat was struggling to keep me dry. I went round the side, andas she opened the side sliding door, I jumped in. She followed, and we justfitted in along with a heap of boxes.
"I'm Kate, by the way. It sureis raining out there isn't?", she said
"Yeah, I reckon that's whymy car has died again"
I filled her in on the 'trial' ofgetting my Mazda from Townsville back to the farm at Tully every weekend,and she seemed to understand.
"That's no problem", shesaid, and then she moved really quickly, and I think I remember feeling somethinghitting my head, but I'm not really sure. That was a week ago now. I wasjust starting to be able to think about it without crying and shaking likea leaf in the wind, when I reached my current state. I'm free, you see, floatingabove the waste of flesh that was my body. I can tell you all this now asI'm free to do as I want. My body died a few hours ago. So, back to my shorthorror.
WAKING UP
My eyes were not yet open, and Ifelt like I'd got a terrible hang-over. My first thought was that my headhurt, not just hang-over like, but also literally sore. I guess I must beenthinking about this for a few seconds as I woke up. Then I just tried tomove, and that was the first moment I thought something was really wrong.I became aware of the position that I was in, namely squished up in the foetalposition, with my knees touching my chest. It was from this position thatI tried to move, and found that I couldn't. It was like some kind of boxthat I was in.
This thought really woke me, andas I opened my eyes, I could see that I was in a small heavy wire cage. Naturallyat this point, with no idea as to what was going on, I screamed like therewas no tomorrow. Last thing I knew was that Kate, the driver of the van,was going to help me get into town, and now I was feeling hangover, and waslocked in a bloody wire box. As I screamed, I kind of became aware of thestrange clothes I was wearing.
I had a very smelly old tee-shirton, and were my shorts had been, there was now just some underwear, thoughnot mine. My mind was going at a million miles an hour, trying to work outwhat was going on. I tried to move my hands to push against the cage, stillscreaming, but they didn't move. Oh god, they were attached to my ankles.What was going on?
MEETING KATE AGAIN
My screaming had attracted attention.To my utter surprise, Kate who had helped was then standing in front of thecage. Only now she was wearing a very tight leather outfit, which lookedquite silly, as she was quite fat and big in general, and parts of her justdidn't fit in the leather.
Over the top of my screaming, sheyelled "shut up fuck-toy".
I was so taken back by what shecalled me, that I did stop. I just kind of lay there and stared at her. Shethen moved to the cage, and opened a 'hatch' near my head, and pulled myhead out from the tight cage by my hair. Naturally I began to scream again!!
Whilst I screamed, she pushed aply-wood board with a cut-out over the opening in the cage, stopping my headfrom being able to get back in again. Then she placed what I later learntwas a heavy ball gag around my head, with the thick ball forced into my screamingmouth.
Next, she yelled angrily into myear, "fuck-toy, you can scream all you like, but no one can hear you,and now with the gag, you just sound stupid. Now when you shut up, bitch,I'll tell you the deal"
Then she left, while I screamedmy heart out, and thrashed around in the cage until I was quite bruised.Then I just kind of stopped and lay there again, completely confused andscared as to what was happening. Kate came back into sight again, with achair this time. Then she hauled my cage over onto its side, so that nowI was effectively kneeling on the ground, with my head popping out the topof the cage. Then she sat down in front of the cage.
THE DEAL
"Here is the deal, fuck-toy",she said, in a stern but quieter voice than before. "You got into myvan, and after a heavy knock to the head, I washed some Valium down yourthroat to keep you subdued, and have now taken you to my bush block. It'sin the middle of pretty much no-where."
She then went on to explain thatshe was into BDSM, although had only ever read stuff online, and never haddone anything in real life. I was, as she put, to be her experimental fuck-toy.All this meant nothing to me, as I had never even heard of the terms shewas using. She went on to explain that I was to be her slave, that I hadno rights at all, and that she didn't expect that I'd be here for more thana month or two.
As all this was going through myhead, the last thing she said gave me some hope. At least the ordeal wouldonly last a few months. Not that I had any idea how I would cope till then,or indeed what I had to cope with, but there was hope.
"because", she went on, "afterthat time, I expect that you will have either died from my inexperience,or be so ill from the abuse that I'll just grow tired of you and go awayfor a little while, and let you die in your cage"
Of all the things that have followedthat day, nothing made me feel so helpless and devoid of hope. My heart justsank, and life seemed to end right there and then. But my heart was aboutto come back to life.
THE PROD
I was just kneeing in my up-turnedcage, feeling total despair, crying and shaking, as she got up and movedtowards me. She then unzipped the front of her leather costume, exposinga very hairy cunt, and laughed.
"you'll be learning to loveand cherish my cunt before long", she said, as she moved forwards andpushed her whole cunt into my face, wiggling around until my nose was firmlywedged in her cunt. I started to heavy against the cage, and the thoughtand smell of being forced to have my face in a woman's cunt made me throw-up.I started to choke as I was wearing the ball gag, and my vomit that had comeup my throat was choking me. She pulled away, and quickly undid the gag,allowing me to clear my throat. My lunch and god-know-what-else shot outof my mouth, and then just dribbled down my face and into the bottom of thecage
“You've made a mess of youcage and yourself. As property of mine, you should have more respect forme, you little cow. Well, little cows get kept on course with cattle prods,so time to learn that...” she sneered.
As I regained my breath, and generallycomposed myself, I realised that the gag was out, and that I could talk.I realised that scream had done nothing, so I yelled at her, “whatthe fuck do you think you are doing, bitch? My dad is going to kill you”.
Next moment my whole body shookand spasmed as she brought the cattle prod down onto neck. I just lost controlof everything, and might have even blacked out. As she drew back, the entirebody pain was replaced by a strong burning feel on my neck. Again, in onlya few minutes, I was throwing up, although this time there was nothing leftin my stomach. It was just dry-reaching. As I regained some control, I feltthe uncomfortable wetness in the strange undies I was wearing, and realisedthat I had not only wet myself, but also released my bowels, and the smellof my own shit was making its way through the already putrid mix of smellsfrom both my vomit and Kates cunt juices that seemed to be smeared all overmy face.
Suddenly she lunged out, and slappedme really heavily on the side of the face. She just stared at me like somekind of wild animal, and then started to hit my face a few more times. I'dnever been hit before, certainly not in the face, and the pain was terrible.I could feel blood coming out of my nose and mouth.
Kate stepped back, and took a fewdeep breaths. I was of course screaming again, or was it crying? She pickedup the ball gag, shoved it roughly into my bleeding mouth, and did up thestraps as I wriggled around to avoid it. Once Kate had the gag back in place,she picked up the cattle prod, moved around to behind my cage, and shovedit onto my arse. Again, I think I might have passed out, the pain was justtoo much. I was dry-reaching again, and was just starting to get my heartback when Kate stepped in front of my again, and said “this prod isonly a mild tool. I have worse, and you have to understand that you mustdo as I say, not as you like, as you have been doing. I am going to leaveyou for a few hours now, and I want you to think about what your punishmentshould be for all this bad behaviour”.
“To make it interesting”,she continued, “the punishment you come up with must satisfy a fewcriteria. Firstly, the punishment must include the use of your cunt. Secondly,if the level of punishment is below what I think you deserve, then I'll repeatyour version till it reaches my idea, and then double that. Are you takingthis in, fuck-toy?”
I really don't know what I was thinkingat this point. It was only a day or so at the most (thought I wasn't reallysure) since I had been kidnapped, and stuffed in the wire cage, in what appearedto be an old metal car garage. I was in huge pain both from the burns fromthe prod, as well as the beating my face had taken, and was now being toldto come up with a suitable punishment for shitting and pissing myself. Oh,and vomiting on myself. I just wanted it to end.
Kate went on, saying that my punishmentmust last 30 minutes. Lastly, it had to draw blood. My head began to spin,as she laughed and left the shed.
THE CAMERA
I just knelt there and cried forages, but then I started to try and think about this logically. I knew thatI was still in Australia, because I could hear magpies outside. I also knewI was still in northern Australia, because it was very hot in the shed, somuch so that both Kate and I were quite heavily sweating. I knew that shehad kidnapped me, and that I was kneeling in a strong wire cage, with myhead sticking out the top of the cage, with a board stopping my head frommoving back in. My hands were attached to my ankles, which as I thought aboutit, I realised were held there by metal chains. My face was bleeding, andmy mouth had a mix of vomit and blood in it, as well as the ball-gag.
To top this all off, I had my ownshit squishing around in the undies and running slowly down my legs, andthe front to the undies were drenched with my piss. I was breathing as bestas I could through my bleeding nose, with each breath nearly wanting to besick from the cocktail of smells, which just kept bring back the image ofKate's hairy and smelly wet cunt in my face.
I just felt so useless. I was nolonger anyone. I had become someone's prisoner, to be used as wanted. I wasjust starting to break down into shaking tremors again as Kate suddenly appeared,and opened another small flap in the cage, above my back. She didn't sayanything, but reached in and torn the tee-shirt off my back. I was left withjust the short sleeves, and some of the collar left. My tits were now justhanging there, and just added to my sense of useless. What more could shedo?
“Hope you are still thinkingof your punishment”, she half whispered into my face. “meanwhile,I'm just going to get my new little video camera, and take some nice footageof you sitting there like the worthless piece of shit that you are. I haveyour address from the student card you had in your shorts, so I'm sendinga nice little tape home for you”
My god, I thought. It still didn'treally believe that I was in this situation, and thought it was just a matterof time till the police arrived. But the video camera brought on a horriblenew angle. Even if the police arrived, my family would be now seeing whatI was like. I'd imagined that they'd find out some details from the police,but I had decided to keep as much of this terrible ordeal to myself as Icould. But now they were going to see their only daughter, locked in a cage,half naked, with a bloody face, gagged, shit coming out of the undies, andvomit everywhere. How could I ever see anyone again? The embarrassment andloss of dignity was just too much. And how were my family going to cope withthe image. It would drive my dad out of his head. My younger sister wouldnot even start to be able to understand.
Only a day or so ago I'd been ahappy, popular 20 year old uni student. I wasn't particularly attractive,and was a little bit on the ‘cuddly' side, but I had no shortage ofboys interested in me, and with my thin waist and nice although full breastsbring their attention. Now I was in a cage, half naked, half beaten, andwith shit over me. Just what could anyone say?
I just had a glazed look on my faceas she shot footage, leaving after about 10 minutes. During the shooting,she gave a commentary to the camera, saying that I got into the situationby my own choice. She wove some bullshit story about me meeting her overthe net, and coming to this by choice.
THE PUNISHMENT
“Well, fuck-toy, what is thepunishment to be”. Kate had returned, and I was still in a mist ofthought. The cattle prod came into my cage, and pressed against my left tit,with all the same reactions as before. A few minutes later, Kate asked again “it'stime to tell me your punishment, cunt”
As the burning subsided, I quicklytried to think of something to answer with. The only thing that I knew sofar was that she had a cattle prod, and she wanted to use my cunt. But Ijust could ‘ask' to have the prod struck into my pussy. Then I rememberedthe blood requirement, so I tried to say thru the gag that my punishmentcould be that Kate could bite my cunt lips, so hard that she drew blood.
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