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 ï>¿Katie's CNC by Krazy_Organized_Chaos

   Katie's CNC Pt.  03

   Katie finds out exactly what she signed up for.

   The few days leading up to my vacation dragged ass.  Nikki at work was
more annoying than normal.  I at least got my email sent off to Blake,
though I had not heard anything back from him until my last shift the day
before I was going on vacation.  There was a lull in the customers, so I
logged into my email before I got into stocking for the night.
"To: Katie
From: Blake
Subject: vacation

   Katie, I hope your final shift goes well before your vacation.  Take the
time to relax and rejuvenate.  You will need your energy for when I return.
I enjoyed your thoughts in your email.  Thank you for the insight.  Enjoy
this tired pic of me boarding and security was a bitch to get through. 
Maybe your vacation will be more eventful than my trip.

   Yours

   Blake"

   He'd never said 'yours' before.  We hadn't exactly had a conversation on
what we were yet, so that line really threw me.  His attached picture was
adorable.  Blake's hair was all messy and he definitely looked tired. 
Hopefully he had a good flight was getting settled into his hotel.

   I turned my attention to stocking the coolers, and to get away from my
coworker Nikki asking why I had a goofy grin on my face.  As I was moving
crates, my thoughts turned back to about a week prior when Blake had in
essence attacked me in this same cooler.  In previous meetings he had
ensured that things were pleasurable for me, but in that one instance, it
was all about only his own gratification.

   I shuddered and got goosebumps on my arms.  I wasn't sure if it was a
reaction to the cold cooler or my thoughts of the last time with Blake.  I
finished my tasks at hand so that I could get out of there and warm up.  As
I exited the cooler, Nikki was standing by the counter and giggling. 
Great, I thought, I'm glad she will be leaving in an hour.

   "Guess what Katie!!!" Nikki said, practically jumping up and down.

   "What Nikki?" I replied, "I need to balance out the drawers while you
are still here."

   "Your hunk of a man sent us dinner." Nikki stated while pulling two bags
out from behind the counter.

   "He's just a friend." I said, "But how do you know it's from him, and
what is it?"

   "He left a note for me too, thanking me for being a good coworker, and
ensuring you got this note and the bag.  Isn't that just about the nicest
thing?" Nikki swooned.

   The bag was heavy.  I put it aside to go through after Nikki left, she's
been bad about gossiping lately.  I made a mental note to let Blake know
that so that I didn't get in trouble if he stopped by again.

   As soon as Nikki left, I opened the bag.  Blake always had excellent
taste in food.  He had an order of steak, baked potato, what looked like
off the cob elote corn, and a salad.  A huge piece of strawberry cheesecake
and a bottle of wine, both of which I thought I would save for the cabin
the next day.  I got to the bottom of the bag and found Blake's note.

   "Katie, have a safe trip, and I hope you enjoy your well-deserved
vacation.  If you haven't yet, check your email.  I don't know how much I
will be able to email you as I have a busy schedule.  Enjoy the food and
save the wine for the cabin, you don't even want to know the punishment for
drinking and driving.  Blake"

   As I ate my dinner, I made a mental note to ask Blake where he orders
from.  Despite being delivered and reheated, the food was amazing as
always. My night was really slow but went by fast.  I headed home to sleep
for a few hours before loading up my car and heading to the cabin.  I
checked my email before starting on my drive.  There was nothing from
Blake, but I decided to email him back anyways letting him know that I was
heading out and may not have the best reception while at the cabin.

   Within a couple hours I was at the small town near the cabin.  I stopped
at the local restaurant to place a pickup order for later, then headed to
the grocery store for a few last-minute things.  When I came back out there
was a black Nissan parked next to my car.  There was no one in it, or
nearby, but I still hurried to load up my groceries to leave.

   Even though no one was in the car, I still felt as if someone was
watching me, and made all the hair on my neck stand on end.  I tried to
ignore the feeling, it was likely all in my head and just from stress at
work.  I went to the restaurant to grab my food and head to the cabin.

   I went to work on getting my suitcase and groceries in.  As I was
putting away the groceries, I went to grab a bottle of wine to let it
aerate, but there was none in the fridge.  Weird...  I could have sworn I
bought two bottles a few days prior.  I settled on openings Blake's bottle
that I brought with.

   Before settling in to eat, I took a short walk around the property to
gather small sticks to make a fire with.  I kept pausing every few minutes,
thinking I heard footsteps around me.  At one point they began to pick up,
as if the person was running.  I turned and began running back towards the
cabin, but as I went faster it sounded as if the footsteps were picking up
their pace.  Suddenly a deer jumped out from behind the cabin, and I
screamed as I fell backwards.

   Damn it Katie, I thought, it's just your fucking imagination, give it
up. There's never anyone out this way.

   I brushed myself off, yelling at myself in my head for letting a fucking
deer get the best of me.  They were always out this way around this time of
year.  The sun was finally setting, and I got the firepit going while there
was still enough light outside to see.

   I went inside to grab my food.  I grabbed the bottle of wine and decided
to skip the glass, I'd probably just finish it all tonight.  I was halfway
through my burger when I began hearing the damn deer in the woods again. 
We should really consider a fence around the property I thought to myself.
I continued to sit by the fire until it was a low glow.  Once I hit the
bottom of my wine bottle, I threw some dirt on the fire and gathered my
trash and headed inside.

   I again heard movement nearby but was either too drunk or tired to care
at this point.  I threw the trash on the table and headed upstairs to pass
out for the night.  I was only asleep for a couple hours before I heard
movement downstairs.  I threw on my robe since I slept naked, and tip toed
over to my door, holding my breath.

   The movement downstairs definitely sounded like footsteps.  Or someone
moving something around.  I couldn't remember if I had locked the door when
I came in.  I shouldn't have drunk the whole bottle I chastised myself in
my head.  I looked around for something to grab, all I could find was a
broom, and headed downstairs.

   As I descended the stairs, the noises became louder and more consistent,
almost as if someone was pacing around the lower level.  I jumped out
around the corner, ready to hit whoever it was, but there was no one there.
As I made my way to the kitchen, the noises got louder, and it was almost
like it was coming from outside now.  I went out the back door and noticed
the screen wasn't latched and a tree branch on the roof of the house from
the wind, I told my father to trim that last year, ugh.  Fucking
imagination, I thought as I stumbled back to bed.

   I awoke in the morning to my phone ringing.  Ugh, who the fuck is
calling at this hour, I thought.  It was Blake.

   "Good morning, Katie." Blake said through the phone.

   "Ughhh, morning." I got out, while stretching in bed.

   "Late night?" Blake asked.

   "You could say that, too much wine and wind making noises kept me up." I
answered, "Great wine by the way, thank you.  I'll have to head into town
to pick more up."

   "I'm glad you enjoyed it." Blake said, "I'll send you some pics of the
factory, it's not as bad as I thought, so..." then static

   "I think my phone is cutting out, you woke up me." I said, still half
asleep.

   "I'll make it quick," Blake stated, "I have a task for you, I'd like you
to spend 15 minutes meditating, and destressing, and then email me to let
me know how you feel.  After that I want 3 pictures of things you enjoy at
the cabin."

   "Umm, ok, I guess.  I'm plenty destressed now, I think your wine did the
trick." I replied.

   "Have a good rest of your vacation Katie.  I'll see you soon.  Bye"
Blake said.

   "Ok, I will, bye." I replied.  See you soon?I thought to myself...  I
hope that meant he would be available to welcome me home after my vacation,
that would be a perfect ending.

   I shrugged myself out of bed and walked downstairs naked to make some
breakfast.  I was glad it was still warm out, even though there was a storm
coming in tomorrow afternoon.  I threw together a scrambled egg burrito and
went to sit on the porch.

   I ate my burrito, taking in the quiet.  The cabin was always my favorite
place to be.  No one around for miles, and able to be naked as much as I
wanted to.  I began to make a mental note of errands to run into town for
later in the afternoon, but decided the morning was better spent going for
a walk.

   I threw on just a pair of leggings and t-shirt, laced up my hiking
boots, and headed out.  In the last hour the temperature had continued to
increase, as well as the humidity.  I walked out to the lake that was
nearby and took off what little clothing I had on.  This was the perfect
place to meditate, which I usually did anyways when in the water.

   The lake was half on our property but was long enough that it stretched
to our neighbor's property.  They never used it and my family had never
seen anyone else on it.  I swam out about 50 feet from shore, and just
floated on my back staring at the sky.  The sky was barely cloudy, but the
clouds were moving fast from the wind.  I was deep in my thoughts, when
suddenly there was a snap of a branch and movement near the shore.  Fuck.

   I rolled over and tread water where I was.  I began scanning the tree
line but didn't see anything or anyone.  I waited a few more minutes,
continuing to look before deciding to just head back to the cabin.  As I
pulled my shirt over my head, I heard more rustling in the trees, and a
racoon scurried out.  I continued to walk back, listening to the sounds of
the woods.  I still had a feeling someone was watching, but the sounds were
all of animals, and I saw no evidence of anyone around.

   I got back to the cabin, ran a brush through my still wet hair, and
grabbed my keys to head out and run errands.  It started up my car and the
low tire pressure light came on.  Fuck.  I knew I should have replaced the
one tire before the trip, but I had been so busy with work, I put it off.

   I walked around to the passenger rear tire, but it was still fully
inflated.  I then noticed the front passenger and rear drivers were both
flat.  Great, so I can't even change it, and I'll have to call roadside
assistance.

   I sat on the porch and dialed up my insurance roadside assistance
number. I had no service, so I ran upstairs where I knew I had at least one
bar.  The lady on the line was unhelpful and borderline rude.  Due to my
location, and lack of service centers, it would be one to two days before
someone could get here.  Fucking great.  I at least had enough food for a
week if needed, but really wanted to grab stuff for smores and more
alcohol.

   I undressed down to my undies and decided to make the best of the day. I
worked on planning a hike for the following morning, since the following
afternoon it was going to storm, and dug out some batteries, candles, and
flashlights in case I lost electricity.  The cabin always lost power in
storms.

   By evening the wind had continued to pick up.  I grilled up a steak and
some chicken since I likely wouldn't be able to use the grill tomorrow with
the rain.  It continued to get more humid, even as the sun went down.  I
spent the night reading, trying to ignore all the noises the house was
making from the wind, before finally turning in for the night.

   The wind continued through the night, and into the morning.  I got up,
showered, downed the rest of my Gatorade, and then I got dressed and headed
downstairs to grab breakfast before going on my hike.  As I reached the
bottom of the stairs, I immediately noticed that the door wasn't completely
closed.  I never locked it, and it was likely from the wind.

   But as I came around the corner to the kitchen, something was not right.
There were several pieces of blank paper fanned out on the kitchen table.
Those were definitely not there last night.

   I flipped over the first one, it was a picture of me at the grocery
store.  So, someone WAS watching me.  I went over and locked the front door
before coming back over to the table.  The second picture was of me picking
up the sticks for the firepit, the third was later that evening with me
sitting at the firepit drinking wine.

   The next picture was of me asleep, naked, with the sheet barely covering
me.  What the actual fuck was this?  There were no cameras around the
cabin, that I knew of....  The fifth was of me swimming at the lake naked,
and the last was last night, me grilling in my undies.

   "That one's, my favorite.  Very homemaker vibe." A voice stated from the
hallway.

   I turned to run out the door, but forgot it was locked as I desperately
began yanking at the door handle.  A cloth bag was wrapped around my head,
and a hand wrapped around my waist and around my mouth as I tried to
scream. I gained enough leverage to kick against the door and pushed back
on the person.  It threw them off enough that I was able to bite down on
their hand.

   "God damnit." The person yelled, "Fucking bitch."

   I was thrown to the floor, and the next thing I knew, my arms and legs
felt heavy, like they couldn't work.  And then everything went dark.

   I woke up with everything dark.  I was groggy like a hangover, even
though I hadn't drunk any alcohol in the last day.  I could feel my wrists
and ankles were tied to each of the four corners of a bed, but there was a
blindfold all over my eyes.  I pulled on each wrist restraint.  They were
made of metal, like handcuffs but thicker, and bit into my skin when
pulled. I was able to move only a couple inches and the metal was tight
enough that it dug into my skin if I moved any further.

   The sheets beneath my skin felt smooth, like satin under my arms and
leg. I could feel that my clothing was still on, at least maybe this means
they just want money or something I thought.  I could hear two voices
downstairs.  They were arguing and one was definitely saying "fucking
bitch" a few times.  I tried to move around to scoot the blindfold off my
eyes, but between the smoothness of the sheets and how tight it was on, it
didn't budge.

   I heard footsteps on the stairs and kept still hoping they would think I
was still asleep.

   "She fucking bit me." Man 1 said, "She needs to pay for that."

   "You will have your time, when I say so," Man 2 sounded familiar, "And
not a moment until then.  She.  Is.  Mine."

   "Blake?!?!" I yelled.

   "You were bad Katie Cat." Man 2 replied.  So, it was Blake.

   "What the fuck Blake." I yelled again, "I thought you were on a business
trip?  Why am I tied up, and why do I feel hungover?"

   Blake's fingers trailed up my legs, over my clothed stomach, and
caressed my face, only briefly before he slapped me so hard that I flinched
against the restraints.

   "Ever so curious and questioning Katie Cat.  You will speak when I ask
you a question." Blake stated while gripping my face in his hand, pulling
off my blindfold and looking me dead in the eyes.  "You are mine, and it is
time that you act like it."

   "Why is there someone else here Blake?" I asked, "and what the hell was
that slap for?"

   Blake struck me again across the face.  I then heard shuffling around
the bed, and my body being moved to the end of the bed, my head almost off
the edge.  The restraints seemed to move with me as I was moved, they must
have been connected in some way under the bed.

   "What the fuck did I say Katie cat?" Blake growled in my ear, before
striking me across the face once more, this one stung and I winced.  "Do
you remember your contract Katie?  You will address me as you should."

   "Umm, yes, Sir." I replied, holding back tears from the slap.

   "Do you remember your checklist?  You agreed that you were at my
disposal, when I wanted and where I wanted.  Yes?" Blake asked.

   "Yes, that's what it said, but..." I began to reply.

   "No, you will answer and nothing else," Blake stated while hovering over
me, "Understood?"

   "Yes Sir," I replied.  He definitely wasn't playing around, and I could
feel my body already beginning to react to his domineering presence.  I
could feel my wetness beginning to drip out of my pussy and my nipples
perked up.

   "You checked off that I have total control, you would be ok with being
shared, and used as I see fit." Blake stated, "Have you changed your mind
on any of this?"

   "No Sir, I am yours to use as you wish Sir." I replied, smirking and
looking Blake dead in the eyes.

   "You read the contract, you checked off what you agreed to, and signed
it.  I've been easy on you thus far," Blake warned.  "Remember your
safeword, Monkey.  Should you choose to use it, you know how things will
play out via the contract.  Oh and Katie....  Don't say I never warned
you."

   Blake walked around to the dresser, opening and closing the dresser
drawers.  I felt something sharp poke the bottom of my foot, and
instinctively attempted to yank it away.  I lifted my head to look down,
and Blake was holding a chef's knife from my kitchen.

   "Now, unless you are looking for a permanent mark, I would suggest you
keep still." Blake stated as he moved closer to me, "We can do this the
easy way or the hard way.  How things go, can be based on your actions
Katie Cat.  You know your safe word, should you state it though, I will
pack up, leave, and you will never hear from me again.  Do you understand?"

   "Yes, Sir." I replied.

   "I will allow that one question; he is here on my request.  You checked
Yes to other people, how that will come into play, is yet to be
determined." Blake stated flatly.

   "Until then," Blake said while gripping my face in his hand, "Shut the
fuck up and do as you are told."

   Blake pushed my face away, then moved to my clothing.  In one swift
motion, he tore through my pants with the knife, pulling them out from
under me, and then reaching for my tank top.  I pulled away, trying to
fight his grip, even though it did no good.  Blake climbed on the bed,
sitting on top of my legs so I couldn't continue to move.

   "I see how this will go," Blake stated, "Hard way it is.  Put the
blindfold back on her."

   I laid there smirking at Blake, attempting to egg him on.  The other man
yanked my hair and pulled the blindfold over my eyes.  At the same time, I
felt Blake move his hand under my tank top and grip my breast in one hand.
Before I knew it, in a similar motion, Blake's knife ripped through my tank
top leaving me completely exposed.

   I felt Blake move off the bed, and more shuffling around the room. 
Before long I felt Blake's familiar presence, hovering over my body as he
climbed onto the bed.

   "Lesson one Katie Cat, Do.  Not.  Question.  Me." Blake growled in my
ear as he pushed inside me, beginning to fuck me hard.  I attempted to push
him off, but all that did was make the restraints on my wrists cut into
them more.  I was so wet already that he slid in easily.

   "I would think twice about saying anything." Blake stated, his breathing
and thrusts increasing, I knew he was getting close.  "Each discrepancy
will come with a greater punishment."

   I balled my fists, and Blake finished inside me within a few seconds of
him saying that.  Tears began streaming down my face thinking about the
stranger staring at me, and the change in Blake's demeanor.  I felt like
safe wording out, but part of me was so turned on and wanted to see what
Blake had in store for me.

   "Who do you belong to Katie?" Blake stated.

   I laid there as Blake pulled out and moved off the bed.  I could hear
him walking to the head of the bed, he motioned for the other man to loosen
my ankle restraints at the same time he pulled me towards him, so my head
was hanging all the way off.

   "I asked a question and expect an answer, NOW." Blake said.

   "You." I replied.

   "Me?  Me what?" Blake asked as he slapped me across the face, "That does
not sound very convincing."

   "You Sir." I stated, "I belong to you."

   "That's more like it." Blake replied while caressing my face, "And don't
forget it.  You are mine and I will do as I wish."

   Without another word, both Blake and the stranger left the room, and
went downstairs.  I continued to lay there, unable to move, and now
shivering from being nude laying there.

   It felt like an hour before they came back upstairs.  I heard someone
walk to the head of the bed, while the other was messing with something
else.  My blindfold was pulled off again, and I saw Blake standing there
with a glass of what looked like water.

   "You need to drink something Katie Cat." Blake said while holding my
head up to the straw in the glass, "You have several days ahead of you,
before I am done."

   Fuck, days?  I smiled as I drank from the straw.  It tasted a little
weird, but I was so thirsty I drank the entire glass.

   "Good girl." Blake stated.

   Blake walked over to the dresser and picked up a paddle.  Blake had
never used anything other than his hands, so this was new.  It was wooden,
with several holes in it, and was textured.  Blake started at my feet
again, trailing the paddle up my legs, over my stomach, and over my tits.

   Blake played with the paddle on my tits, rubbing it back and forth in
between my nipples, perking them up.

   "I do believe, your indiscretions warrant punishments, do they not?"
Blake stated.

   With the last word, Blake slapped the paddle across both tits so that it
got both of my nipples.  Blake then brought his other hand to them and
rubbed them one at a time.  He then moved his hand away, to deliver 5 swift
hits of the paddle on each tit separately.  Each one got harder than the
last.  Blake repeated this process 3 times.  Each cycle increasing the
force behind his hits, and by the end of the third cycle of hits, my tits
were throbbing, red, and already beginning to bruise.

   After caressing my tits after the third time, Blake trailed his fingers
to my pussy, parting its lips.

   "Well look at this," Blake said in a smirking kind of way, "It appears
Katie Cat is getting turned on."

   Blake rubbed his finger along my clit making me moan.  Before moving up
to the head of the bed again.

   Blake grabbed my hair and stated, "This isn't for your pleasure Katie
cat, you do not get to cum today."

   Blake nodded to the other man in the room, and they moved to either side
of the bed.  Blake grabbed a fistful of my hair again, as the other man
undid all my restraints.

   "You will go to the bathroom and clean yourself up Katie," Blake
commanded, "You will not run, you will not scream, or you will NOT like
what comes next."

   I sat up from the bed, stretching my legs before standing up.  I was
sorer than I thought I would be, and all my muscles ached from being in the
position god knows how long.  As I walked to the bathroom, Blake and the
man stared me down.  For a split second I considered running, just to see
what Blake would do, but given my nakedness, and the temp dropping, I
decided against it.

   I went into the bathroom and locked the door behind me.  I went pee
before looking at myself in the mirror.  My hair was a mess, and my tits
were already bright purple, and sore to the touch.

   I walked back out to the room to see the other man sitting in the
rocking chair, and Blake standing beside the bed.

   "Sit Katie." Blake instructed, and I sat on the bed.  "I fully
understand that I have not yet explained all the rules of this week.  It's
fairly simple, you do as you are told, or there will be consequences.  If
you run, things will get worse for you.  If you use your safe word, I leave
as stated per the contract.  Do you understand?"

   "Yes." I stated while looking at the ground.

   "That's another thing, you will address me as you should, anytime
answering me you will call me Sir.  Each time you forget, you will get 20
spanks on a body part of my choosing." Blake said while looking at my tits.

   "Yes Sir." I replied again.

   "Now, we have food downstairs, you will come down and eat." Blake
replied motioning towards the door.

   I got up from the bed and went over to the dresser to grab some clothes,
as I was opening the drawer it was slammed shut by Blake, and he grabbed my
wrist turning me around.

   "Did I say you could get dressed?" Blake asked firmly.

   "No." I said while rolling my eyes.

   "No?" Blake smirked while saying.  "I do believe that is strike one AND
two for rolling your eyes.  You will walk over to the bed, and place your
hands on the bed, NOW."

   I walked over to the bed and did as Blake stated.

   "You will count each spank Katie, as we've done before." Blake stated,
"A missed count will start you over."

   Blake picked up a different paddle this time.  This one appeared to be
made of silicone and was flexible.  With the first spank I could tell it
was very different in that it stung.  I began counting, and each spank
increasing with force, just as Blake did on my tits.  By 18, tears were
streaming down my face, and I was gripping the sheet on the bed from the
sting of the paddle and the force in which Blake was striking me.

   I could feel my ass cheeks reddening without even looking at them.  By
strike 30 I was ready to safe word out, but so badly wanted Blake to fuck
me and continue, somehow I continued to count with each additional strike
until we got to 40.  Blake then went over to the dresser, squirted
something into his hand and began rubbing it on my ass.

   "When we get downstairs, take the frozen towel out of the freezer, you
will need it on your ass." Blake stated before walking downstairs ahead of
me.

   I did as I was told and grabbed the towel from the freezer before
sitting at the table.  There were plates of food already out, and I began
eating.  Both Blake and his friend stared at me before giving each other
subtle nods.  It made me squirm in my seat sitting naked, with them leering
at me while I ate.

   Once I finished, I asked to go back upstairs, and Blake told me I could.
I went upstairs and curled up in a ball on the bed.  This was the most
uncomfortable I had been with Blake since we met and was beginning to
understand what he meant on that day we first started talking, maybe he
wasn't the one for me.

   It was only early afternoon, but I was already exhausted from the day. I
closed my eyes for only a minute, when I was violently woken up with my
hands and ankles being grabbed and shackled again.

   "Time for more fun Katie Cat." Blake stated as the last restraint
clicked around my wrist.  Blake scooted me so my head was laying off the
edge again.

   The other man picked up what looked like a flogger, and a vibrator.  As
he walked over to the bed.

   "Stay the fuck away from me." I said as I flinched, attempting to move
away from him.  I didn't know him and didn't want him anywhere near me.

   "Katie, that is no way to treat our guest." Blake stated sternly.  "If
you aren't going to be nice, then your mouth needs to be taught a lesson.
But first, my friend is going to have his fun."

   "What the fuck Blake?  Fuck you." I said as I spat towards them.  I
grinned on the inside but kept a still face outwardly.  I wanted to see
what Blake would do.  Within a flash Blake backhanded me.

   "Fuck me?" Blake stated, "Oh no Katie Cat.  Fuck.  You."

   Blake sat on the chair, silently watching as his friend moved around the
bed.  I attempted to slyly work on the restraints.  They were looser than
before, but still tight enough that I couldn't get out of them.

   The man slowly trailed the flogger up and down my legs.  Then up past my
pubic mound and my belly.  I flinched at the tails of the flogger ran over
my already bruised breasts.

   With two swift, and accurate swings, he struck both of my thighs, one
after the other.  I flinched again at the sensation.  My body already
exhausted from the day and wanting to rest.  I closed my eyes hoping he
would get tired of having no response from me.

   "Oh no Katie, there will be no sleeping this afternoon." The man stated
calmly.

   He pressed a button on the vibrator, and I could hear it come to life
with a low buzz.  He moved it over my breasts, and down until it reached my
clit.  Even on the low setting, the intensity of the vibrator already had
me close to orgasm.

   "There will also be no orgasms for you Katie." The man stated while
smirking and pulling the vibrator away from me, "You haven't earned that."

   He picked up the flogger again and went to striking my thighs and
forearms.  He threw 5 strikes on each side, each one making me flinch more
than the last.  My muscles were all tensed up and my nerves had me already
exhausted.  Despite all this, I could feel myself becoming wet in my pussy
again from all the stimulation.

   The man moved to the end of the bed and sat between my shackled legs. 
He brought the vibrator back to my clit, moving it up and down as he did
so. Within a minute I began to tense up and felt an orgasm coming on, but
just as I was close, he pulled the vibrator away again.

   This went on three more times; each one it took less time before I was
close to orgasm.  And by the third time of him removing the vibrator, I
could feel my pulse in my clit throbbing, aching for release.

   Instead, he laid the vibrator, still on, on top of my stomach and in
between my tits.  It was far enough away from my clit that I got no relief
from it being on, but just the feeling made my clit and pussy ache more,
wanting to feel relief.

   "Is it fun to be a tease Katie?  Or bite your friends?" The man asked.

   "No Sir, please Blake, will I get to cum?" I pleaded.

   "I am not the one you should be talking to Katie Cat." Blake replied.

   I looked over at the stranger and pleaded with him as well.  "Please," I
stated, "I am sorry."

   "I don't think that is sincere enough." The man stated.

   He strummed his fingers against my clit a few times.  Even that
sensation made me attempt to keep his hand there to give me relief, but
instead he pushed three fingers inside me.  I gasped at the feeling and how
large his fingers were.

   He continued to push his fingers in and out of me, stroking my gspot,
and giving me a feeling, I hadn't felt before.  Just as I was on the
precipice again to orgasm.  He withdrew his fingers and licked them, while
laughing at the tears rolling down my face.

   "She's ready." The man stated, nodding to Blake.

   Blake got up, walking over to my head at the front of the bed.  As he
dropped his pants, his hard cock sprung free and was directly in front of
my face.

   "Please, no no no Blake." I cried.  "I don't want to do this anymore; I
want to stop.  I need sleep." I pleaded but at the same time wanted them to
continue, I wanted the release.

   "What.  Did.  I.  Tell.  You." Blake said in broken speech while
gripping my mouth.  "You will NOT speak unless spoken to.  Now, you will
open your mouth, and take my cock, like the good whore you are.  Or, you
will use your safe word, and we will leave.  Make your choice."

   I laid there, tears still streaming down my face.  I didn't want to keep
going, but I didn't want Blake to leave.  I was wanting my Blake back that
I first met.  I laid there a few seconds longer, before opening my mouth.

   "That's an obedient slut." Blake stated as he slid his cock halfway into
my mouth.

   Blake went slow at first, sliding his cock in my mouth, until it hit the
back of my throat, causing me to gag.  I was at an angle that he slid
really far back, and within a few pumps, my gag reflex was almost numb from
the sensation.

   At the same time, the other man lifted the vibrator from my belly,
holding it firmly to my clit again.  My clit and pussy had calmed down some
from the previous sensation but was quickly reminded of my need to orgasm.

   The man began the same assault.  Holding the vibrator to my clit until I
was close, and then yanking it away just as I was on the verge or
orgasming. At the same time, he was also working his fingers in my pussy,
and it wasn't long until the same sensation crept up, and my body tensed.

   "Let's finish this Blake, I need a beer." The man stated.

   I began to freak out and pull against the restraints at his words. 
'Finish this'?  What the fuck did he mean?

   As if on cue, Blake became more forceful with his cock in my mouth.  He
began fucking my face, pushing into me all the way so that his balls hit
against my nose.  At the same time, the man increased the vibrator setting,
and pushed it hard against my clit, not moving it.  As he did this, he also
pushed his entire hand into my pussy, and began fucking me with his fist.

   When his fist pushed into me for the second time, I began to orgasm
harder than I ever had before.  Blake continued his assault on my mouth,
despite my screams being muffled from his cock.  The more I screamed, the
more he increased his force and speed in which he was fucking my mouth.

   Just as my body was coming down from the orgasm, instead of stopping, it
continued.  I gripped at the restraints on my wrists, pulling on them
despite the pain they caused.  My body continued to shake from the orgasm
continuing.

   The man increased the speed on the vibrator once more and continued to
push his fist into me.  Blake bent over, grabbing and twisting my already
bruised nipples, as he came deep in my throat.  Almost as soon as I tasted
Blakes cum, my body tensed up in an unfamiliar way, and I felt hot liquid
gush all down my pussy and thighs.

   The man stilled his hand inside my pussy and pulled the vibrator away. I
could feel my clit still pulsating from the last orgasm, and the walls of
my pussy doing the same, squeezing the hand that was still inside it. 
Blake pulled his semi flaccid cock out of my mouth and his cum dripped from
the side of my mouth.  Blake reached down and brought my head up, so it was
on the bed again.

   "Full of surprises Katie Cat." Blake grinned while looking at me.  "You
squirted."

   Blake bent over, kissing my forehead.

   "That's my good girl." Blake crooned.

   The other man swiftly pulled his hand out of me, making me gasp at the
feeling, and almost shudder like another orgasm was close.  Blake undid all
my restraints and began wrapping my wrists and ankles in bandages.

   "You'll need to keep these dry Katie Cat." Blake stated firmly.  "If you
promise to be a good girl, we won't need to use them again.  All the doors
downstairs now have padlocks, so there is no way out even if you wanted to
try."

   I continued to lay motionless on the bed.  Exhausted and my muscles not
wanting to move.  Blake's buddy was cleaning off the toys and placing them
in a bag.  Blake was holding a bottle of Gatorade out to me.

   "You need to hydrate Katie." Blake stated, "We don't need a trip to the
hospital.  We are going downstairs to start prepping dinner.  You are
welcome to join us, or not.  But you should eat."

   With that, Blake left the bottle of Gatorade on the nightstand, and they
both left the room.  I drank the entire bottle, almost too quickly, as I
became nauseous after it.  I laid back down in the bed, pulling the blanket
from the floor over me in an attempt to warm up.

   I woke up to banging downstairs.  I wasn't sure how long I had been
asleep for, but it was already getting dark outside.  I could see the storm
clouds approaching in the distance.  I chose to get up and see what Blake
and his buddy were doing.  My stomach growled and I knew I'd need to eat so
I didn't pass out again.

   I threw on just a tank top and pair of panties and made my way
downstairs.  The other man was sitting at the kitchen table while Blake was
cooking at the stove.  My stomach growled, announcing my presence as I
rounded the corner.

   "Well look at who is finally awake, sleeping beauty." The other man
stated while laughing.

   "Have a seat Katie Cat, it's almost finished." Blake said without
turning away from the stove.  "For the next two hours, you are allowed to
talk without seeking permission.  Do you understand?"

   "Yes Sir." I replied while glaring at Blake.

   "You're right Blake, she IS a very compliant whore." The man stated,
leering at me creepily.

   Blake froze from what he was doing, walked over to the man, and hit him
in the back of the head.  Then grabbing his hair to pull his head to look
at Blake.

   "You do not call her that.  She is mine, understood?" Blake stated
angrily.

   "Yeah, yeah, yeah, whatever." The man stated as he crossed his arms and
glared at me.

   Shit, this won't be good if they start to not get along, I thought.  I
was confused at Blakes response, and why his behavior was changed so much
from our previous encounters.  As I sat there thinking, I became aware of
the man sitting across from me, continuing to glare.  The guy gave me the
creeps, and if things got much further with him I just might safeword.  I
decided to kill them with kindness instead.

   "How is your finger?" I asked.

   "Hurts like hell, you did a number on it." He stated angrily.

   "I'm sorry about that, but you have to understand my thinking." I
replied in a syrupy sweet tone.  "I was sooo scared."

   "And are you still scared?" He asked.

   "Umm, yes." I said in a low sweet voice while looking at my lap.

   "Good.  You should be." The man stated, "My man Blake isn't one you
should let your guard down around.  But man can he pick good women."

   "I think Blake is pretty great." I stated, "I'd do anything for him."

   It wasn't the truth, at least not anymore, but I knew I had to get in
their good graces.  I eyed an open bottle of whiskey on the counter.

   "Can I have a drink Sir?" I asked looking at Blake.

   "I don't think that is a good idea Katie, you need to have a clear
head." Blake said while turning around, "Besides, I want you to feel every
bit of what we do to you."

   I sat and put my lip out, pouting.  Blake began dishing out the food
onto plates and brought them to the table.  As much as I didn't want to
eat, my stomach was growling loud enough for them both to hear.

   "That isn't going to work Katie." Blake stated flatly as he dug into his
own food, "Do you think you are my first CNC contract?  I've been with so
many I've lost count."

   "They always think its flowers and fun, then try to run once you really
start up with it." The other man stated while laughing hysterically.

   "That they do." Blake replied to him before turning to me, "If you run,
what we have done today will look like child's play Katie.  We will no
longer care about your pleasure at that point.  I highly suggest that you
do not try to run."

   I began eating my food.  Blake really was an excellent cook.  I began
mentally going over things in my head.  I still didn't like how Blake was,
but he was so different the first few times I was with him, well.... 
Except for that time at work.  I wanted to badly to continue with him, he
had me hooked.

   After I finished, I got up and began clearing the table.  Blake began
pouring both of them shots, and discussing some sports team.  Really?  I
thought, they're discussing sports now.  I rolled my eyes at the thought.

   "Was that an eye roll Katie?" Blake said.  They were already three shots
in within the last 15 minutes.

   "No Sir." I stated.

   "Katie, lying is bad.  I believe my buddy here is owed compensation for
the finger.  And that eyeroll was the last straw for you, bend over the
table." Blake growled while pulling my hand over to the table.

   I bent over and laid my chest on the table.  I was facing the man and he
gleamed like a kid in a candy store looking at me laid out.  He got up from
his seat, and walked up behind me, yanking down my panties so they fell to
the floor.

   "Any requests Blake?" He asked.

   "Eh, it's getting late, you can fuck her, but don't cum in her.  That is
only for me." Blake slurred.

   I pressed my palms to the table as the man caressed my ass, slapping it
5 times, before slamming his hard cock into my pussy.  I was dry from not
being turned on, or even wanting this man.  My clit and pussy were also
still swollen from what they did to me earlier, and it stung as he began to
fuck me.  Blake was sitting at the table across from where we were staring
intently.

   He kept slamming into me with force that slammed my hips into the table,
jarring it.  Then he grabbed a fistful of my hair, yanking my head up so
that I was looking at Blake while his friend was fucking me from behind.

   "Do you like this Katie?  Is this what you wanted?" Blake asked.

   "No Sir, I want you." I stated looking at Blake, pleading with my eyes
for him to make it stop.

   Despite initially being dry, I could feel my pussy begin to get wet. 
The harder he pounded, the closer I could feel myself getting closer to
orgasm.

   "You will not cum Katie." Blake stated while staring at me.  "You only
do that for me."

   The man continued, and just as he was about to orgasm, he pulled out and
shot his load all over my ass.  It was warm and I began to feel my dinner
bubbling up in my stomach at the thought of what just happened.

   As if reading my mind again, Blake looked at me and simply stated, "You
know how to stop all this, you know your word.  But until you do, you are
mine to do with what I wish."

   I got up from the table and began cleaning myself off with a paper
towel. I then grabbed a bottle of water and looked around at the doors
while drinking it.  Blake wasn't lying when he said they put on locks. 
They literally installed padlocks on the doors.

   "It's time for everyone to get to bed." Blake said while yawning.  "We
are taking the couch and guest room, you Katie Cat will be up in your room,
so we will know if you try to leave."

   "Not going to happen, but I'm exhausted and going to bed." I replied
while heading upstairs.

   Once in the room, I locked the door.  I snooped through the bag they
left on the dresser, and each item I took out, made me more hesitant and
afraid of what they had planned.

   The first section was basic playthings like toys, vibrators, the metal
shackles, flogger, paddle, some lube, and some metal contraption with a
buckle.  There was a bottle of what looked like Xanax with the label torn
off.  A polaroid camera, fuck.  I didn't see any pictures so hopefully they
hadn't used it yet.  In the last section was a case, I opened it any my
heart felt like it would leap out of my chest.  There was a space for two
tasers, one of which was missing, and some long rod that looked like a
cattle prod.

   I curled up in bed trying to think about what I should do.  I could
attempt to safe word, but I didn't want to never see Blake again.  I could
hear the two downstairs, still talking about something, and then the door
to the guest room close.  I got the idea of making just enough noise, so
they have to chase me, maybe that's what Blake wanted?  I thought to
myself.

   I got up and slowly got some pants on and was glad I had a pair of
sandals left from my last trip to the cabin.  Blake may have locked the
doors, and be downstairs, but he didn't know that I had been sneaking out
of my room for years when I was younger, and still could.  It began
raining, and I was hoping I could get out before it picked up.

   I searched around the closet for anything I could take with.  My phone
was gone from its charger, fuck he thought of everything.  I looked through
the dresser, found a sweatshirt and flashlight that barely worked.  I sat
on the bed for over an hour, listening, and hearing nothing but snores
downstairs, and decided to take the chance and stomped over to the window.

   I pulled open the window slowly, and the wind and rain blew in through
the window.  It was already colder than what I thought.  I climbed
carefully out of the window and began my descent.  I was near the bottom,
when my foot slipped, hitting the side of the house, causing me to fall on
the muddy ground.

   I stood still, hearing my heart thump in my ears, watching for any
lights to come on.  The guest room light came on but nothing else, I began
to walk around to the front of the house.  When I got to the corner, I
froze at the sight of the car next to mine, a fucking black Nissan.

   I slowly began walking towards the cars, and then towards the road.  Now
I was pissed.  Having someone else stalk me was not part of the deal.  The
rain had already soaked through my clothing, and I was shivering from the
cold.  I turned on the flashlight to find my way on the gravel path to the
road.  It was pitch black dark out between the storm and being away from
anything.

   I was only twenty feet from the cars, when I heard a door slam and my
name being yelled.

   "Katie, you have one fucking chance to get back here, and then its no
holds barred." Blake yelled into the night.

   I attempted to turn off the flashlight, but it was a twisty kind and was
so old and rusty, it stuck.  As I was struggling with it, I could feel
Blake's gaze fall on me.  I got off the gravel path, dropped the
flashlight, and headed into the woods.  I was done with this.  I would head
back to town, get a hotel, and could discuss with Blake in the morning.

   Despite growing up in these woods, the dark and rain made it difficult
to navigate.  I stopped by a tree to get me bearings when a hand came out
of no where and slapped me across the face.

   "What did I fucking say Katie Cat?" Blake yelled.

   "Fuck you Blake, I signed up to be with you.  I thought you cared about
me, loved me." I yelled back.

   "Care?  Love?" Blake laughed maniacally, "When have I said that?  Never.
You sought me, and you completed the contract.  You know your word to get
out of it, are you going to say that word?"

   "No, I want to be with you Blake.  I am leaving, we can discuss this
more another day" I stated.

   Blake slapped me again, pushing me against the tree.  I kneed him in the
groin and elbowed him in the stomach to get away.  I began to run again,
when all my muscles tensed up, and I dropped dead weight to the ground.

   The other man had not been far behind Blake, and he had just tased me.
He came up and pushed my face into the mud.

   "That was for the finger, bitch." He stated while yanking me up by my
hair.

   My muscles still were not wanting to work, and I could barely walk as he
dragged me along with his arm half around my waist.

   "We need to get inside Blake, who knows who may have heard anything."
The man stated.

   "There's no one around for miles and its storming, we should be good."
Blake stated, still hunched over and guarding his side.  "But this one...
grab the rag."

   The man let me drop to the ground, my legs still not wanting to hold me
up.  I felt a washcloth go across my mouth and nose.

   "Let the fun begin..." was the last thing I faintly heard from Blake as
he lifted me from the ground and everything slowly faded around me...