“Well, little girl, how did you like your holiday in the country?”
Krissy didn’t answer. She simply stayed on her hands and knees on the floor in the back of the big car, feeling the thrum of the engine through the floorboards. Every part of her seemed to be sore or aching.
“Answer me, you willful little bitch, or I’ll take you back and leave you there.” The man’s voice was barely raised at all, but she flinched at the threat. She looked up, but was still unable to meet his terrible gaze.
“Oh, no, sir! Please! Don’t take me back there!” she pleaded. “I’ll do anything, anything you want! Please!”
He seemed more amused than pleased at her response. “Was it such a terrible place?” he asked mildly.
Krissy let her head drop back down and stifled a sob. “It was terrible, sir!” she said. “They…they…treated me like an animal.”
“Yes. And I see that your lovely little body is all black and blue in places, especially that pretty round ass.” He leaned forward to stroke Krissy’s back. “But you must realize that now you are an animal, my dear, and my property. Do you realize that now?”
“Yes, sir.” This time Krissy let herself sob hopelessly. She had thought that she was out of tears by now, but she could feel one trickling down her cheek.
The car hit a bumpy patch, bringing her fresh twinges to all of the places that hurt.
“I imagine it’s not very comfortable there on the floor,” the man said after a moment. “Here, little Krissy, you may climb up and lay down on the seat next to me. Would you like that?”
“Yes, sir,” Krissy sniffled. She didn’t move though, since he hadn’t directly told her to.
“Up you go,” he said as he put his hands under her and lifted. Krissy crawled up onto the seat and curled up, her arms crossed over her breasts, her legs tucked tightly up under her to give some small protection to her ass and pussy. It was a pose she’d taken up many times back there at the farmhouse. She twitched once when she felt his hand come down to rest lightly on her hip.
“Now, my dear,” the man said. “Tell me all the things you did on your holiday.”
“Sir?” Krissy hesitated. She didn’t even want to think about what had been done to her, let alone talk about it.
“Did they treat you well?” he urged.
“No, sir,” Krissy sniffled again.
“Did they beat you, then?”
“S…sometimes…sir.”
“Tell me about that. Now.”
“It…it…it was the women who usually beat me, sir,” Krissy shuddered and sobbed as she was forced to recall and recount it. “They…” she hiccupped…”They used their hands most of the time, but sometimes they used their belts…” Wide, thick leather belts that stung, she remembered.
“Did they beat you because you were disobedient?”
“No, sir!” Krissy wailed. “They…just beat me whenever they felt like it. And they made me beg for mercy, and there was only one way I could get that from them…” Her tears were flowing freely now.
“And how was that?” The hand on her hip began stroking gently. Krissy grasped at this small kindness, even though it was this man who had left her there.
“They made me service them, sir.”
“Oh, come now,” the man said. “You mean that they made you eat their pussies, don’t you?”
“Yes, sir,” Krissy shuddered.
“And the men?”
Krissy shuddered again. “I don’t want to talk about that…sir,” she said as her throat constricted. She felt as if she was going to start bawling any minute.
“But I want to hear about it, so you must talk about it, my dear,” the man said, his voice calm, which was somehow more frightening to Krissy than if he’d yelled at her. It was the voice of a man so used to being in control, in command, that he didn’t ever have to raise his voice to have people obey him.
“Now,” he went on as he gently stroked Krissy’s hip, “I’m sure that they made you suck their dicks, didn’t they?”
“Yes, sir.” Krissy wiped tears from her face and sniffled.
“And they came in your mouth too, didn’t they?”
“Yes, sir!” It came out as an anguished sob.
“Did they make you swallow, my dear?”
“Yes!” Krissy almost shrieked. “Yes, they did, sir! When I just couldn’t do it at first, they…” she shuddered violently…”They did things to me…” Now Krissy was wracked by sobs as tears streamed down her face. The man, the very one responsible for her torment, simply stroked her gently until she had cried herself out.
“I’m sure that was all very unpleasant for you,” he said once Krissy had subsided to mere whimpers and sniffles. “I assume that they fucked you as well. Tell me about it, girl.”
“They did, sir,” Krissy admitted. “Always in front of everybody.” She didn’t tell him how the onlookers had jeered and laughed whenever they raped her, or how they made nasty cracks about how her tits jiggled whenever she was taken hard.
“Missionary position? Doggy-style?” the man inquired. “Tell me.”
“U…u…usually I was on my hands and knees, sir,” Krissy hiccupped as she answered.
“But they left your sweet, round ass alone as I ordered, correct?”
“Yes, sir.” Krissy did not like this turn in the conversation at all. She seized on a possible way to change the subject.
“Sometimes, sir, when they fucked me like that they used my mouth too. It was horrible! Sir!”
“I’m sure that it seemed that way to you, my dear, but it is something you will simply have to adjust to. You are my property, and I can order you to do whatever I will. Do you understand?”
“Yes, sir.” Krissy suddenly felt cold, but not because she was naked. This cold radiated outwards from within, chilling and frightening her all at once.
“Now, did they feed you while you were there?” His hand crept upwards, sliding between her arm and her breast. She didn’t resist. He wanted to feel her up, but he was being gentle about it and she knew she couldn’t bring herself to try to stop him anyway.
“Yes, sir,” she answered as his fingers squeezed her breast lightly. “They made me eat out of a dog dish.”
“Really? Did they feed you dog food as well?”
“Yes, sir. There was another woman there. I only saw her once or twice. They called her ‘princess’ and made her eat out of a dog dish too.” She heard the man laugh softly at that.
“She was being initiated into the gang,” he told Krissy. “Probably some spoiled upper-middle-class bitch looking for excitement and adventure. Do you know how that works, dear Krissy?”
“No, sir.” She didn’t know, and she really didn’t care to learn, but she knew he would tell her.
“They keep her there for a week to ten days, in the hands of the women in the gang. All that time, she’s kept naked and treated like a dog, humiliated and beaten if they feel like it. The only break she gets from that is when the men feel like fucking her or making her suck them off. Women can be very cruel to other women, don’t you agree?” He squeezed Krissy’s breast a little harder. It would not have hurt ordinarily, but her body was so covered with bruises and sore spots that she flinched and whimpered.
“Yes, sir,” she replied.