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Broken Ch. 05: Jackie's Story

The barren concrete cell felt very cold, both physically and emotionally. Jennifer longed to bend and stretch her neck after being held in tight confinement for so many hours. With her hands now free she reached up behind her neck and head to feel how the device was laced and whether she could untie it. Judging by what she couldn't feel, the ends of the laces were somehow cleverly buried within the stiff nylon collar. She tried pulling on the laces in the middle but that only tightened the collar more in the center.

Why didn't he at least give her a break now that she was back in the cell? She paced back and forth like a caged tiger, working off nervous energy while feeling exhausted at the same time. She took the opportunity while moving about to check for anything that might be a weakness in the room but found nothing. If she had some place comfortable upon which to lie she would probably be sound asleep by now. Lying naked on the cement floor just seemed too cold and dreadful. Besides, she wanted to be awake and on her feet when that asshole returned, not asleep in the prone position.

After what seemed like an eternity, she heard the unmistakable echoing sound of the deadbolts being unlocked followed by the whoosh of air as the heavy door swung inward. She had to turn her entire body to see the doorway and determine who was entering. In sauntered David as arrogant as ever.

"How was your night, Jennifer?" he asked knowing full well that she had spent the night awake. She was pretty sure that he had at least one camera watching into the room and the fact that she probably looked terrible and felt even worse was not lost on him.

"I've had better but lovely place you have here," she replied with contempt in her voice.

"How's the attitude. Are you ready to do as you're told?" he asked, not expecting a positive answer.

"Why don't you take this collar thingy off and we can discuss that," she retorted as she tested his willingness to compromise.

"But it makes you look so sexy and it's good for your posture too from what I understand."

She could see from the expression on his face that he was considering it, perhaps as a gesture of good faith. He was hard to read as his facial expressions were usually stoic and unemotional

"If I do remove it and you do anything other than what I tell you, I will punish you. Do you understand?"

"Of course," she said just to get the collar removed. "I'll be just like your other Stepford women. I promise. We can fuck like rabbits."

He rolled his eyes as he walked to the door and closed it before re-engaging the locks. He wasn't really convinced that she was reformed but he was confident that he could manage her if she tried anything. He walked over to her where she stood facing him, their faces within inches of once another. She saw the smirk as she stared him down. He raised his right hand and swept his finger under her left eye.

"Those bags," he exclaimed. "You look pretty tired, Jennifer. Maybe we can find an activity for you today that involves lying down."

She looked him directly in the eyes, "It would be decent of you if you'd get me a bed or even a friggin' blanket," she said with a scowl on her face.

He ignored her remark as usual. "Turn around and I'll see how you behave when I removed your neck corset. No guarantees that we won't be using this again soon, however. Place the palms of your hands on your outer thighs and be still."

She turned around and stood motionless as she waited to feel his fingers on her neck. Instead, she felt his hands rise up toward her chest and gently cup her breasts. She was startled and recoiled when his cold hands touched her breasts. She brought her hands back down where he commanded, took a deep breath and stood as still as she could. He continued to fondle her breasts, running his fingers with a light touch around her nipples. The sensation caused bumps to rise on her areolas and her nipples hardened more than the cold air had already done. The warmth of his breathing felt good on her shoulder as he moved closer to her back. As much as she wanted to haul off and hit him she retained her composure lest she lose her chance to get rid of the confining collar.

"That's a good girl," he said, almost making her boil over with rage.

The muscles in her entire body tensed as she seethed. She was sure he could feel her body stiffen. He had just called her something that would have got most people flattened onto their backside. David continued to stroke her until she could feel his erect member against her back. He slid his right hand down and away from her body and reached behind her back to open his belt and pants. She heard the zipper and could feel what he was doing so she tried to prepare herself. She wasn't quite sure if she could remain passive for another fucking or if she would defend herself. She remembered the locked door and decided that as repulsive as the thought was, now was not the time or place to have this fight. He roughly moved her forward nearly six feet until she was pressed against a wall before he lifted her and achieved penetration.

He literally banged her against the wall as he thrust into her cunt repeatedly. It couldn't have been more than half a minute before he came and his body stiffened against hers, still pressed against the wall. She had turned her head as much as the corset would allow but her nose and chin were flat against the wall and hurt from the pounding. She could feel his semen running down her right thigh after he withdrew. He was breathing hard as he set her back down. Jennifer was speechless as he immediately began to fiddle with the neck corset.

"I guess I'll take that as a yes to my earlier question

"That's good, keep going. Farther, farther, now stop and make a sharp right turn."

The cement floor felt hard, cold and abrasive on her hands and knees as she pivoted to her right. This is bullshit, she thought to herself. She had a pretty good idea where he was relative to her position. She suddenly reached up to pull the blindfold down from her eyes and stood. She stared at him, standing only about ten feet away and noticed the look of surprise on his face. She charged him, lowering her shoulder as she hit him in the stomach and chest. He was briefly knocked back but retained his balance as he chopped the edge of his right hand onto her neck.

Jennifer fell to her knees but quickly pulled herself back to her feet. He had something in his hand that he pressed into her side before pressing the button. A paralyzing surge of electricity jolted her entire body as he pressed the live stun gun into her side, just beneath her ribcage. She could also hear the unmistakable snapping and buzzing before she lost consciousness briefly. Unable to move she fell on her knees then completely flat on the floor with her muscles jerking with intense spasms. She could feel the light chains on her bare skin. She landed on several mousetraps which didn't really matter except that they had sharp edges that pressed into her flesh. She felt paralyzed and remained unable to move as her entire body ached from the intense muscle contractions that were caused by the sustained high voltage jolt.

"What the fuck do you think you're doing?" he asked in a loud and angry voice. "I know that you were once a prison badass but that crap isn't going to work here! Did they have a hole for uncooperative inmates? Do you want to experience mine?"

She couldn't even speak. Jennifer stared up at him as he leaned over her disabled body. That hurt way more than she ever thought a stun gun would feel. Her muscles were temporarily disabled as she laid curled up on the floor, staring at him. The blindfold remained over her nose and lower face where tears were running from her eyes.

"That was pretty stupid, my little slave," he admonished her. "Now, for me to think about how to punish you just right for that act of indiscretion. I'll have to ponder that for a while. In the meantime, you are still going to finish what we started here. I'll give you fifteen minutes to pull yourself together," he said as he walked over to the door and closed it on his way out.

There was no sound of a deadbolt on the utility room door but she couldn't get up anyway. Jennifer tried to move her limbs and eventually found the ability return, albeit painful. She rolled over and got up on her knees. Her head felt foggy too as she tried to stand. After several tries she was finally able to stumble to her feet with great effort. Her legs felt wobbly as she walked over to the door only to find it locked with just the doorknob. She took in deep breaths as she tried to recover and wondered what had made her do such a foolish thing. She angrily removed the clamps from her body and tossed the chains on the floor near the wall. She chalked it up to her impulsive character and decided that it was a bad learning experience. She'd have to be more clever in the future if she wanted to overpower him. Where was that Kathy? She still wondered whether she could be convinced to assist in overthrowing David the emperor.

The door opened without warning and he was immediately in her face. He pulled the blindfold back into position but found the need to retie it, tighter this time. He also had a pillowcase that he brought up and pulled down over her head to her shoulders. He placed his hands roughly on her sides again and led her over to the maze.

"Put those damn clamps back on! They ought to really sting the second time. Then get down on your knees here," he ordered before he gripped her neck tightly with one hand and bent her down to place her hands back on the floor.

"Start moving again and don't be slow."

He slapped her ass again, only harder this time. She carefully started to crawl wondering whether he might purposely direct her into the traps. Talk about a lack of trust.

"That's right. Move a little ahead now as you continue to turn. Wait, stop turning now and keep going straight."

She continued to crawl cautiously, moving steadily and waiting for his next instruction. This is a stupid game, she thought to herself. The farter she traveled the more tense she felt. Surely she must need to turn soon, she thought. The room isn't that big.

"Keep moving Jennifer. Step up the pace a little," he called to her.

She no sooner had started moving a little faster than he told her to stop.

"Take a hard right turn, from where you are right now. Be careful and swing your feet wide because you are real close on your right hand and foot."

The instructions made her more nervous. How close was she? She grimaced as she slowly and methodically tried her best to do what she thought he wanted her to do. Every movement made her muscles hurt even more than the constant dull ache that she felt throughout her entire body.

"Very good," he complimented her. "Straighten out and keep going.

Her general sense of direction was not good and it made even a ninety degree turn difficult to judge. She could tell that he was standing directly over her now. She had lost all sense of direction and was totally disoriented in the room. She kept crawling as ordered. Her knees starting to ache from the tile floor. SNAP! The sound unnerved her and she jumped. He laughed again as he had set off another trap not too far from her position. The pillowcase removed all temptation to lift the blindfold to get her bearings. She was angry about the earlier confrontation and couldn't get it off her mind. She suddenly felt the wooden base of a mousetrap under her left pinky as she placed her hand onto the floor. She adjusted a little to the right but wondered why he hadn't said anything. Was he going to let her get her fingers into the traps? Another trust buster for the asshole.

"Oops, steer a little to your right," he said after she had already made the correction.

Maybe he was distracted too. She continued, hating every minute of his game. Her mind wandered to what he might come up with for a punishment and shivered because he seemed like he would retaliate big for her attack. She kept moving, making corrections and turns as he guided her. She wasn't really sure what kinds of sadistic things turned him on but based on his no-nonsense personality he was probably into intense things. She shivered again.

"Okay, we're done with the maze," he finally announced. On to bigger and better things," he said in a more cheerful voice than she had heard before. "Stand up NOW where you are."

She arose to her feet with some difficulty. He came to her and pulled the pillowcase from her head. The fresh air felt good on her face and she noticed that breathing was easier too. He unexpectedly touched the back of her head and then untied the blindfold. It took some digging into her scalp with his fingernails as he had tied the knot very tightly. As she thought of revenge she realized that he had not left many loose objects around that she could steal to make into a weapon. She had once proven to be very resourceful at creating makeshift weapons. He finally removed the blindfold and left her standing completely naked except for the tracking collar in the middle of the room. Jennifer noticed that David had some nylon straps with D-rings and Velcro in his left hand.

"Here," he said as he handed them to her. "I want you to strap these securely onto your ankles and wrists."

She looked puzzled as she took them from him.

"Do it NOW," he demanded.

She placed three of them on the floor as she wrapped one around her left wrist and fastened the Velcro. He came over to check it by inserting a finger under the strap and pulling. He undid the Velcro with its ripping sound and re-fastened it with no slack.

"Here, tight like this. Now do the rest," he said as he watched her.

She picked up another and placed it around her left ankle. She pulled it tighter than the first one and secured the closure. Not hearing any more input from him she strapped on the other two the same way.

"Today's next activity will take us outside. It's a beautiful day out there," he remarked as he inserted his finger under her tracking collar and pulled her toward the patio door.

He led her out the walkout door onto a grass-covered courtyard behind the house. The sun was shining brightly and the dew had already dried from the manicured lawn. He looked around for a moment then decided.

"Right here," he pointed at a spot on the grass. "I want you to lay on your back right here with your feet pointed toward the house."

She stared at him and saw the intensity in his eyes, then decided that she better lie down as he ordered. She got down on her knees then methodically lowered herself to lie on her back with her feet facing the house as he directed. She placed her arms over her stomach and kept her legs together. She watched as he walked over to a table on a patio where he picked up some things before returning to her side. As he approached she saw that he had a hammer and some tent stakes. An uneasy feeling filled her empty stomach.

"Spread-eagle, Jennifer. I want those arms held high and those legs spread wide," he directed her as though he were her personal trainer.
She reluctantly complied, her muscles protesting as she stretched. He laid down three of the tent stakes and walked to her right wrist with the fourth. After he inserted it through the D-ring on the strap he stuck the end into the soft ground and pressed. When he encountered resistance from the soil he used the hammer to drive the stake down until the ring was secured by the U-shaped projection under the head of the stake. She could not see the top of the stake through the grass. He picked up another stake and walked around to her left ankle. After he pulled her ankle until her body was tight between her right wrist and left ankle he spread her leg a bit more and then staked it. He moved to her right leg and spread it farther from her left and then staked that limb securely too. Finally he pulled her left arm tight and drove the final stake into the ground to hold her completely immobile. He remained, kneeling over her outstretched body.

"Just because you are being punished doesn't mean that I can't still have some pleasure. It was your lovely face and this body that first caught my eye. This training is taking us away from the sex for which I bought you."

He ran his right hand over her right thigh from her knee up to here her legs met. He continued to stroke her thighs teasing her pussy by not quite touching her labia. She shivered from the erotic sensation as he circled her mound, tracing a finger completely around it. When he slipped his finger between her lips and slowly traced them up to her clitoris, she shivered again. He fingered her clit and tugged on the hood of her clitoris as he watched her body's natural reaction. Jennifer shuddered with the tingling sensation that his play elicited. She was sure that he was making her wet inside too. He stood and walked around her outstretched body until he was standing with his toes just over the top of her head.

She looked up at him as he stood still for a few moments and then unbuckled his belt. He opened his pants and then slipped them down to his knees along with his shorts. He lowered himself until he was kneeling at her head. She could see his erect penis coming toward her face as he lowered his body over hers. Taking his penis in hand he placed it against her lips and pressed to let her know to open her mouth. She nervously complied and he inserted his cock into her open mouth while he dropped onto his hands on both sides of her body. His cock slid over her tongue as it penetrated into her throat. She gagged involuntarily when it was fully against the back of her throat.

"Suck it, luv," he said as he lifted his pelvis and then re-entered her mouth.

He played with her clit as he humped her mouth. His weight pressed her into the ground, pulling on her limbs as he forced the blow job. He could feel her actively sucking and licking and he loved that. It wasn't much more than a minute before he stiffened his body and ejaculated deep in her throat. She choked and gagged as his semen entered her throat and forced her to swallow. He remained on top of her with his cock in her mouth for a few minutes before lifting himself up and re-dressing. Jennifer was still trying to clear her throat which was made more difficult from her horizontal position.

"Sorry to stop there luv but you ARE being punished. No sex for you right now."

He brought his right hand that he had used to finger her toward her mouth and then inserted his probing finger onto her tongue. He lingered, letting her taste her own honey on his finger before he withdrew it across her teeth and lips.

"You were getting wet already Jennifer. I think you like treatment like this. I'll have to test that theory out later. Meanwhile, you can work on your tan for the rest of the day. I hope the mosquitoes don't get too bad back here. There are birds, squirrels and rabbits that visit from time to time but they shouldn't bother you. Oh, but just in case you want to make noise to scare them off, open your mouth. She refused. He pinched her nose then stuffed a washcloth that he pulled from his pocket into her mouth. I'll be back to check on you from time to time but right now I need to deal with Kathy."

Jennifer had no idea what that meant with Kathy but it sounded ominous. He headed back to the walkout door and turned to look at her as he entered the house. She was completely still as he left. He had a perfect view of her cunt with her legs spread wide and could just see her nose between her perky breasts. Her head which was lying flat on the ground pointed toward the sky. Maybe this would adjust her attitude although he somehow doubted that any single punishment would break her. He really didn't want her to lose that spirit that made her special; he just wanted her to submit to him in general. Was there a difference, he wondered? Another grand experiment for him to figure out. Break the woman but leave the spunk.

Jennifer lay still, pondering her situation. The grass on her skin made her itch already but she mostly worried about sunburn on her usually covered parts and mosquitoes. The cloth in her mouth had already dried up any moisture that had been there and she could barely taste his cum anymore. She wasn't sure how she was going to cope with this for hours. She didn't know how hot it would get since she had no idea where she was. Having the lawn with relatively fine grass gave her the impression that she wasn't too far south.

She was already bored. All she could see without straining her neck were a few branches covered with leaves stretching out from a couple of trees. She tried to use her tongue to loosen the gag but he had stuffed the terrycloth tightly into her mouth where her teeth created a barrier from sliding it out easily. Her tongue began to ache and feel raw after just about half an hour of trying with no progress. Judging by the location of the sun, she surmised that it was still morning with the hottest art of the day yet to come. She tried to relax to save her strength and jeep her muscles from cramping. She could use a nice drink of water; that would help her muscles too.

Just as she was resigned to resting in the sun, she felt a sudden spray of water cover her body from the side. It wasn't raining; in fact there wasn't a cloud in the sky. She realized that the irrigation system must have just come on and she was in the middle of it. Water from another side began to spray on her body. The heads rotated slowly and silently, dousing her as they came around in her direction. She was where at least three of them overlapped. The water became ice cold as it cleared the lines and drenched her from head to toe. Ugh! More misery, she thought. The water even pooled in her navel. She expected that the spray would continue for maybe an hour? She had no idea. Her eyes were flooded with water and she could only blink and turn her head to the side to drain it from her face. She could feel her nipples tingle as they hardened from the ice-cold water. She did her best to turn away from the spray but sometimes it was coming from all directions at once.

It was a great relief when the irrigation system shifted to another zone. She began to feel hot as the water evaporated away and the full force of the overhead sun beat on her skin. She was pretty sure that sunburn was going to happen where she was pale while around her waist and breasts. Her muscles were cramping from being immobilized like that. She pulled against the stakes to stretch her muscles. The straps were digging into her wrists and ankles too from the tension and maybe some swelling. She thought she felt something give a little on her left wrist. Using her other limbs as her anchors she pulled again with her left arm and felt the slight movement again. Was that stake in looser soil or had the water loosened the stake? She pulled then relaxed on all four stakes. The only one that seemed a little loose was at her left wrist. She tried lifting her arm with her elbow as the pivot point. The stake felt like it lifted a little. She pulled on it and it felt like it might be a little looser than before.

Having nothing else to do and desperately wanting to get away Jennifer worked on the stake, slowly wallowing out the hole and lifting it out of the ground. Finally, with her wrist rubbed raw, she popped the stake from the ground. The first thing she did with her free hand was to remove the gag from her mouth. After that she used her teeth to slide the stake out of the D-ring and then set it aside but still within reach. She knew that even though it was plastic it might be a formidable weapon if used correctly. She brought her left hand as near to her right as she could. There was a little allowance for her to roll her shoulders so she could reach the stake itself with her left hand. She did her best to grab onto it but it was stubbornly immovable in the ground. She reached down toward her left ankle but could reach much beyond her knee.

Never ready to give up she took the loose stake and started chiseling the ground around the stake that held her right wrist. She was able to dig some of the soil out while loosening the soil deeper down the shaft of the stake. Then it suddenly occurred to her. Forget the stakes; she just needed to deal with the Velcro. Using her left hand she rotated the strap around on her right wrist until the end was on top and then she unfastened the strap. She was nearly free! She sat up and bent over to release her legs. It took less than a minute to liberate her legs from their stakes. She rolled onto her side and then jumped to her feet as best her stiff body could. She stretched as she headed down the hill, into the wooded area. She went in far enough to hide yet to be able to see the back yard and the walkout door. She paused to think. In her exuberance, she had forgotten to bring a stake but she thought it risky to go back. She decided that it was worth the risk so she made a mad dash back to get it along with the washcloth and nylon straps. She quickly returned to her hiding place in the woods. She wondered whether the tracking collar could tell him where she was exactly on the property or just give a general location that showed that she was near. In any case, she decided to get as far away as possible and hopefully get help.

Jennifer waited and watched for what she judged to be about ten minutes but there was no sight of David. Flight seemed like a better plan than fight for now, unless she could disable him enough that he couldn't come after her. She deemed that strategy too risky. She stuck a finger under the collar that was said to be unremovable. She inserted the stake under it and tried twisting. It was very strong and the latch was supposed to be permanent. She couldn't break anything that way she soon discovered. She was not accustomed to walking barefoot over rough ground like the woods. Her feet were already taking a beating from thorns, rocks, twigs and other things that covered the ground in the woods. She tore the cloth in half after gnawing a break in the edge and used the four nylon straps to attach the makeshift soles to her bare feet. She then fled into the woods, trying to maintain a straight line so she wouldn't be traveling in circles.

She heard David's voice in the distance within the first minute of her getaway. She felt the knots in her stomach as she kept moving. It was very difficult to establish how straight she had journeyed. She wasn't sure whether he had any idea of where she was or if he had to check out his tracking software on his phone. She knew that her only chance would be if she could find someone to help defend her from her Master. At the moment, as far as she knew she was deep in the woods with little chance of coming upon anyone. Her makeshift foot protectors weren't staying in place as well as she had hoped but there was no time to mess with them. She plodded on feeling more lost as she went. The woods seemed to look the same no matter where she went. She wondered whether she had passed familiar-looking trees before when she saw them. If she traveling in circles; she had no idea.

She came upon a ravine that she knew she hadn't seen before. Maybe it would be best to follow it to ensure that she wasn't moving in a big circle and to see where it would take her. On the other hand, what if it took her back to his house? She made a decision to turn left and began to walk at as brisk a pace as she could along the edge of the raving. The soil was hard-packed there and felt relatively flat beneath her feet. It seemed to help make walking easier too as there was very little vegetation on the edge of the gorge. She came upon an old railroad bridge across the raving. The tracks and planking from the train were gone but the gravel bed from the rails remained.

She decided to turn left onto the abandoned railroad track. It certainly must have gone somewhere to a station or town. A cloud of flies found her on the raided bed of rock and pestered her mercilessly. The horseflies bit her bare skin, leaving sores and welts. She was perspiring heavily and the salty sweat made the bites even more uncomfortable. She somehow felt more self-conscious about her nudity when she walked in the open though areas of tall prairie grass as she followed the track bed. She folded her arms across her chest to cover her breasts and hold them more still as she moved over the rough terrain. So far she had not crossed any intersection. She figured that if David was tracking her he would do so in a vehicle that would be limited to roads.

Her feet were beginning to hurt because the railroad bed was full of sharp rocks that the washcloth fabric could not absorb. If she ventured down from the rocks she was back into the undergrowth. Traveling was miserable. She just wanted to hide somewhere and rest but she knew that he would probably find her once she stopped. She pulled on the tracking collar but it was just as tight as ever and wet from sweat. It supposedly was reinforced with steel wire and she could believe it because it still felt very stiff despite being wet. Jennifer kept plodding along but her body was wearing down. She was thirsty for certain and probably hungry too although she couldn't bear the thought of food at the moment.

The railroad bed was the same dingy gray-tan color as the soil in the area. It wasn't until she was within about fifty feet of the dirt crossroad that she realized there was an intersection up ahead. She stopped to assess the situation. The tree and brush cover was thick on both sides of the railroad property so she couldn't see anything to the sides. She fought the prickly underbrush to enter the cover of the vegetation as she approached the crossing. Just as she had feared, David was sitting on the hood of his pickup truck waiting. She could see that he was intently watching his cellphone then looking up toward the opening where the road crossed the old tracks.

Jennifer froze in her tracks and tried to determine how close he had pinpointed her location on the small screen of his phone. He suddenly hopped down off the hood and sauntered toward the tracks. She could see that he had a coiled rope in one hand and the phone in the other. The brush was thick enough that if she remained still he probably wouldn't see her directly. She noticed that he was wearing a belt that resembled that of a police officer with a gun, handcuffs and possibly a taser. She sometimes lost sight of him as he moved on the other side of her cover. As much as she tried to remain perfectly still, the more she quivered with fear. He was standing no more than fifty feet from her position. She held her breath.

David looked down the tracks and saw nothing. He looked back at the screen on his phone then looked at the railroad bed. He began to walk in the direction from which she had come. Fighting almost impenetrable brush, Jennifer stooped low and headed for the pickup truck. The thorns on the bushes tore at her flesh as she forced her way through the densely interwoven branches. She could no longer see him but she could now see his truck. She broke out of the underbrush and made a mad dash for the truck. She looked inside on the passenger side to see whether he had left the keys in the ignition. To her dismay there were none hanging from the starter switch. She had no time to think. She had to do something before he returned. She crawled inside and unlatched the hood. Finding nothing but plastic covers over the engine she spotted the fuse box.

She quickly popped the fuse block cover and began to pry the larger fuses out, checking the chart under the cover to make sure she got the starter. She was able to pry it out with sheer tenacity using her tent stake as a tool. She dropped the fuses into the roadside plants and then quietly closed the hood, not latching it completely. She scrambled off down the road from where he had driven the truck and kept close to the cover of the brush along the road. She suddenly heard the door on the truck slam closed but then nothing. She turned to see what was happening at the truck when the door suddenly flew open and he ran around the front to open the hood. She kept going expecting that he would find that his truck had been disabled and he would soon be looking for her on foot. She wondered whether he had any idea which way she had gone. There were probably no footprints in the hard-packed road to give any indication. There was also that friggin' tracking collar!

David was baffled, and very angry. He saw the fuse block cover lying loose under the hood of his truck and could see all the missing fuses. He checked his phone again and saw that Jennifer was still not very far from his location. As he watched he could see that she was heading back on the road on which he had used to get to this place. He had to hoof it and grab her before she got any farther from him. He took a drink of water from a bottle in his truck and began to run down the dusty road. He was not in the mood for this and there was going to be hell to pay when he caught her. What was she thinking? Did she really think she could get away from him this way? He saw on his phone screen that he was getting closer. He looked up the road but still could not see her. Was this going to be another game of cat and mouse?

Jennifer could hear his boots on the pavement. He was getting close again. Her feet were in pain and her body was covered with scratches and blood. She wished that there would be a gas station or something just up the road but she saw no traffic so she was pretty sure they were still in a secluded area. She decided to head into the underbrush again to see whether she could hide from him, even with the fancy tracking gear. The bushes were fairly lush but the ground felt as dry as a bone. She looked for a hole or depression where she could lay low. There was nothing very deep so she finally settled on an area that had some prairie grass and laid down in it near a clump of brush. She waited and listened.

David knew he was very near his prey. He was so close that his cell phone app. was beeping.

"That bitch must be hiding in the brush," he muttered aloud. "Jennifer, if you don't show yourself immediately things will go even worse for you when I drag you home. Jennifer!"

She doubted that giving up would result in any less pain so she remained in her hiding spot, as still as possible. They always saw stupid stuff like that. She heard him trying to walk through the dense foliage but his large frame seemed to make it even more difficult for him. She also guessed that he wasn't as desperate as she and didn't want the scratches and pokes from the thorns. She wondered how well her dirty blood-covered body blended with the surroundings. Would she be able to elude him until he gave up? No, she decided, he could never give up on finding his slave. Eventually he was going to have to climb in and scrape the ground until he found her.
Everything seemed very quiet all of a sudden. He had turned off the sound to his phone and stopped moving. Was he listening for her to make a sound? She could hear her heart beating loudly in her ears. Her breathing was not very loud but could he hear it? She kept her head down and didn't dare make a movement to look for where he was standing. A mosquito landed on her back and took its time drawing her blood. The itch was intolerable but she remained still. She focused on the ground below when suddenly she felt the painful squeezing of a powerful hand around her neck followed by a finger that latched onto her collar.

"There you are you little cunt!" he cried out half with in anger and half in relief.

He lifted her by her neck and dragged her to the road. He noticed the tent stake still in her hand and snatched it from her, tossing it into the brush. He backhanded her across the face and then pulled out the handcuffs. David had her left wrist in a cuff before she knew what was happening and pulled her right arm around her back to cuff her wrists together. Grabbing her by her left arm he half dragged and let her walk back to the truck. When they got there he threw her over the fender so her face was in the engine compartment.

"What the fuck did you do to my truck you little shit?" He was enraged.

"I just removed a few little parts," she replied indignantly.

"Do you happen to know where we can find those parts?" he asked in an angry, frustrated voice.

"I put them over there," she answered, motioning with her head.

He grabbed her by the hair and pulled her to her feet. "Show me. Walk to them now."

"She walked gingerly on her sore feet to the side of the clearing. "In there, not too far," she told him.

He bent over a little and looked into the thicket for the brightly-colored but tiny fuses. Seeing how thick the undergrowth was he grabbed Jennifer by the neck and threw her down on her knees. After he unlocked the cuff from her right wrist he placed on his left.

"Get in there and find me those fuses!" he demanded. "I don't care how much it hurts you're going to find them. Start pulling weeds of you have to."

She had placed them in one drop so she was confident that once she spotted one the rest would be nearby. The plants hurt her fingers as she searched. She wished she had her tent stake to dig. She had some luck once she leaned a bush to one side. She could see two bright yellow fuses along with a couple more. She picked them up and handed them to David. He immediately headed over to the truck with her in tow.

"Here, you put them back," he told her. "Your little fingers are better for this job."

She matched the numbers on the fuses to the sockets in the fuse panel. They came up short one fuse but there was one spare in the fuse block that they used to complete the job. David pulled her back to the cab of the truck and opened the front, then rear door on the driver's side. He released the cuff from his own wrist and positioned her in front of the open doors near the back seat

"Get in on your knees," he ordered."

Jennifer crawled in until her feet were clear of the door. He looped the handcuffs around one of the back seat headrest supports and then recaptured her right wrist. She was left kneeling on the floor with her arms held outstretched to the back of the bench seat and her groin up against the front of the vinyl seat base. He closed the rear door and then hopped into the driver's seat. He inserted the key and the engine started immediately. He hopped back out to close the hood and then reentered and latched his seatbelt before he took off with the tires spinning on the dirt road. The ride was very bumpy and she had great difficulty in keeping her body upright as he turned and sped over the rough road.

"I don't want to hear a sound from you," he threatened harshly. "I am so angry right now that I better let myself cool down before I begin punishing you and do something that I'll regret later."

His remarks brought her down to the harsh reality. To Jennifer, she had never accepted David as her Master. He was just some rich asshole looking for a different kind of thrill with a female slave. Had she misjudged his sadistic nature and tenacity to dominate and control her? Not knowing David very well she wondered what he had in mind when he spoke of punishment. She worried that he might be far more cruel than she had imagined. Were slaves just toys to him, to be used, abused and then discarded?. A shiver ran through her body as she thought of the possibilities. He wouldn't do anything that would leave her permanently scarred or worse would he?

There was no more conversation in the truck as he drove them back to his place. She had not gotten very far away from the house and she noticed no one on the road as he drove back to his house. The back windows on the truck were high enough relative to her kneeling position that she couldn't see much toward the ground. The handcuffs had been ratcheted down tightly around her wrists, cutting and bruising them. She fidgeted on her knees with her hands straddling the headrest post. The ribbed floor mats were very uncomfortable.

When he turned a corner, she was pulled away from the headrest, pressing the handcuffs harder into her wrists. Now that it was daylight, she could see that his house was situated in a fairly large clearing surrounded by wilderness. It really struck home how isolated they were there. The damage to her body from the underbrush hurt all over and felt like some of the thorns had imbedded themselves into her flesh. Jennifer bit her lower lip so hard and often that it tasted like blood. She must surely have a black eye from the backhand he gave her. She felt a surge of terror when the truck came to a stop.
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