14 Days To Redemption

By Buckaroo Bonzai



Day Six - Servitude

It was surreal. Surreal and mortifying. That was the only 
way to describe the morning's activities, Kelli decided. Oh, 
the day had started out quite well. She'd been especially 
attentive during Jack's morning blow job, rubbing her tits 
across his body even as she brought him up to full erection. 
She'd reacted appropriately chastened when he spanked her 
pussy and tits with the riding crop, accepting the 
punishment she deserved as an adulterous wife. She'd served 
him a healthy breakfast of pancakes and fruit, and spread 
her legs wide when he poured syrup all over her pussy lips 
and proceeded to lick it off. And when he'd revealed that 
they'd be going out of town for the weekend, she'd only 
flinched a bit. But it had been enough for him to notice.

"You have a problem with my plans?" he'd demanded, standing 
over her in the shower. 

"No. No, sir. No problem. It's just that, well, it's my 
father's birthday today, and he was expecting to see us."

"Yes, I think it's important for him to see what kind of 
woman his little girl has turned into," Jack had replied 
with a grin. "After you get us packed, we'll stop by their 
place and then head out."

Packing proved to be quite easy, as Jack's clothes fit into 
the overnighter, while her lingerie and other skimpy outfits 
easily fit into a single pocket. More ominous was the fact 
that he had her pack almost all of the sex toys she'd bought 
over the last five days, including some that she'd thought 
were just a scare tactic. With everything stowed in the car, 
they'd returned to the bedroom to select her outfit for the 
day. Surprisingly, Jack had passed over her box of slut 
clothes and headed to the regular closet, which she hadn't 
entered since the whole ordeal had begun. 

"Here, put this on," he'd ordered, handing her a knee-length 
blue and white sundress. Held on with thin straps, and cut 
square in the front to reveal just a hint of cleavage, it 
was the perfect dress for a summer picnic. Perfectly 
innocent. But when she'd reached for a bra to wear under it, 
he'd pushed her hand away. "No, just the dress. No bra. No 
panties. You may be Daddy's little girl on top. But 
underneath you're still my slut.  You'll need to remember 
that." She knew better than to argue.

On the drive to her parent's house, she'd begun to sweat in 
apprehension.  They'd be able to tell that she was naked, 
she'd been sure of it. They wouldn't be able to see the dark 
patch between her legs; Jack had made her shave it pencil 
thin that morning. But she'd have to stay away from any 
windows; the material was thin enough that they'd be able to 
discern her outline. And they might notice the unfettered 
bounce of her tits. Or the distended mounds of her pussy 
lips! That was another thing. Did she smell like sex? Or was 
that just left over from the previous night's fuck in the 
back seat? Would her parents realize that the pungent odor 
was coming from their daughter's hot, wet slit? One thing 
was for sure, she'd have to make sure she didn't get turned 
on in front of them. Whether by luck or design, the seams in 
the bodice fell far enough away that any time her nipples 
hardened, any observer would be sure to notice. In fact, 
even as she'd thought that, she'd looked down to see the 
hard nubs poking up below the fabric. 

Once they were there, Jack had been remarkably well-behaved. 
She'd been afraid that he'd make jokes the whole time, 
dropping lewd comments for her parents to hear. But instead 
he'd just tormented her when her parents were out of the 
room. Such as when her father had shouted from the kitchen 
that he had a bottle of non-alcoholic wine that he "hoped 
they'd know what to do with," and Jack had answered that he 
"knew the best way to use it," while adding sotto voice to 
her, "in your cunt." That comment had caused her to blush in 
fear that someone had heard it, but her parents were 
blissfully unaware. Even when she'd made the mistake of 
opening the freezer to get some ice and the cold air had 
hardened her nipples, nobody had seemed to notice except 
Jack, who'd grinned the devilish grin he wore so frequently 
these days. In fact, the way she'd primly sat on the couch 
to avoid revealing her bare crotch, and carefully bent over 
to avoid her tits spilling out had probably been noted 
approvingly by her mother as a way to act more ladylike.

In fact, she would've counted the morning as a relative 
success if her father hadn't corralled Jack into helping him 
repair a window in their bedroom. After looking over the 
problem, they'd determined that Jack would take care of 
things inside the bedroom, while her father would climb the 
ladder on the outside, with her mother steadying the ladder. 
As soon as they heard the back door slam, though, Jack had 
ordered her to lay on her parents bed and bunch the dress up 
over her tits. "Now lay there and play with yourself, in 
your parents bed, until I tell you to stop," he'd ordered 
her, motioning at her to spread her pussy lips and tweak her 
tits. "I sure hope that ladder isn't long enough for him to 
see in here," he'd cruelly added, giving her something more 
to worry about. And every so often, as they worked at the 
problem, he'd make a leading comment that filled her with 
apprehension, like, "Oh, I can't see your mom. Maybe she's 
on her way up here." 

Then, when the window was repaired, he'd left her on the bed 
even though they could both hear her parents moving about 
the house. Only when they heard footsteps coming up the 
stairs did Jack release her, giving her just enough time to 
pull her dress down and straighten the bedspread before her 
father strode into the room. Thankfully, he'd seemed 
blissfully unaware that anything unusual had happened.  In 
fact, the only dangerous comment she'd heard all morning was 
when her mother mentioned how flushed Kelli looked. She 
didn't even need to look to see that Jack was probably 
struggling to suppress a snicker. Yes, surreal was the best 
way to describe the morning.

Just as strange was the drive up to the cottage. While they 
drove along, Jack questioned her for three hours about her 
affair with Roger. Asking the most explicit questions, she 
was forced to tell him everything about the affair. And 
since she couldn't remember what she'd edited out from her 
last confession, she had to tell him the full truth, though 
she knew that some of the details wouldn't match. Worse, 
Jack seemed obsessed with knowing the most intimate aspects 
of the affair. So she had to describe Roger's cock, how it 
tasted in her mouth, how it felt in her cunt, how she held 
it, how she milked it, everything. He asked her how Roger 
reacted to her body, how it felt to have another man sucking 
her tits, how his tongue felt in her pussy, everything. He 
had her run through every encounter, every time they talked, 
every time they fucked. By the end of the inquisition, Kelli 
felt as drained and exhausted as if she'd relived every 
incident.

Approaching the cabin on a two-track path through the woods, 
Kelli realized how truly isolated they'd be. The last 
mailbox they'd passed was nearly a mile behind them. With 
nothing but hills and forest around them, they probably 
wouldn't see another human being all weekend. She couldn't 
help but wonder how the isolation fit into Jack's plans. It 
certainly didn't bode well for her.

The cabin proved to be roomier and more modern than she'd 
expected, with a combination living room, dining room and 
kitchen, plus a generous master bedroom, a smaller guest 
bedroom, and a bathroom with a regular-sized shower. The 
deck, though, was clearly the drawing point, extending the 
length of the front and providing a stunning view over the 
tree-studded valley. For some reason, though, she didn't 
think that Jack had brought her up here to enjoy the view.

That became more than apparent after she'd lugged all the 
luggage into the cabin, unpacked everything, and arranged 
all the sex toys in the spare bedroom. Motioning her to join 
him out on the deck, he addressed her, "As you can see, 
we're well away from anything you might call civilization. 
That's good, because for the next couple days we're going to 
act as uncivilized as possible. I've got lots of plans for 
you, and by the time we're done I think all thoughts of 
Roger are going to be wiped from your mind. So, let's get 
started," he said, sitting down on the patio chair and 
beckoning her to stand before him. "Take off that dress. I 
want to take a closer look at you, my little slut."

Standing before him without a stitch of clothing on, Kelli 
felt as if there were a thousand eyes on her. The thought 
sent a chill through her, and caused the hair on the back of 
her neck to prick up. This was worse, much worse, than 
running through the parking lot had been. Then she'd been 
hyped up on adrenaline. Here she was totally defenseless, 
despite the fact that her rational mind knew there was no 
one else around for miles. As though recognizing her 
discomfort, Jack took his time examining her body, making 
her stand, stretch, bend over and twist so that he could see 
every intimate curve and crevice. Finally satisfied, he 
placed her in a submissive kneeling position, and guided her 
hands to his already stiffening cock. In no time she had it 
out of his jeans and was vigorously sucking him, her 
slurping and his moans the only sounds to break the forest's 
silence.

He stopped her short of cumming, and instead opted to lean 
back and simply watch as his erect cock slowly lost its 
stiffness, finally settling back against his body. Roughly 
grabbing her hair, he forced himself back into her mouth, 
making her get him hard again before yanking her head away. 
They repeated the cycle several times, until Kelli thought 
her jaw might drop off from the effort. Finally he had her 
just hold his cock in her mouth, unmoving, until it again 
dropped back to its normal size. Evidently satisfied, he 
pushed her away and headed into the cabin, leaving her 
kneeling on the deck wearing nothing but the sweat between 
her breasts.

He's leading up to something, Kelli thought, carefully 
keeping her back straight and her hands behind her back. But 
after a long time, Jack still hadn't returned to get her, 
and Kelli became painfully aware of the wooden deck slats 
that were beginning to gouge her knees and legs. As the 
shadows crossed the deck, Kelli began to notice many other 
details of her situation. The wind, for instance, had picked 
up a little and was now tickling her pussy lips as it 
skimmed between her legs. Though there were no mosquitoes, 
there were plenty of other flying insects who seemed to 
regard her as a harmless landing pad. And though she didn't 
feel particularly turned on, something about her situation 
had caused her body to react that way, as her nipples were 
hard and aching, and she could feel her juices beginning to 
seep out of her pussy.

She'd just begun to ask herself whether Jack really wanted 
her out here when he returned to the deck holding some 
clothing she'd never seen before. Made of soft, black 
leather, it most resembled a thong bikini bottom. But as 
Jack strapped it on her body, Kelli was startled to find 
that someone had sewn a plastic egg-shaped device into the 
lining, and that device fit snugly into the folds of her 
pussy. Working wordlessly, Jack then had her sit on a nearby 
deck chair, and he tightly bound her ankles, legs, arms and 
torso to the chair, leaving her virtually immobile. Coming 
around to face her, Jack then pulled out a thumb-thick dildo 
from the bag at his feet, coated it with a greasy white 
lube, and disappeared behind her. Though she'd been braced 
for something unusual, Kelli still squirmed with discomfort 
when she felt Jack's fingers probe her ass cheeks. Her 
discomfort turned to horror as she felt the tip and then the 
shaft of the dildo penetrate not her pussy but her ass, 
eliciting a gasp from her and a chuckle from Jack.

As she struggled unsuccessfully to squirm away from the 
invading spear, Jack again appeared before her, this time 
bending to set up a tripod and attach a video camera on top. 
He intended to film her doing...whatever it was he was doing 
to her! After assuring that she was properly framed, he 
pulled from the bag a black box with a line of buttons on 
it. As he dramatically pressed the bottom button, Kelli was 
surprised to discover that the egg between her legs was 
buzzing insistently, sending pleasant sensations deep into 
her groin. After checking to see that the device was firmly 
strapped to her hips, and that there was no slack in her 
bonds, Jack gave her a gentle caress across her bare breasts 
before turning and walking off into the woods. The egg 
continued to buzz between her legs.

She had no way of knowing how long she'd been sitting there 
before the first orgasm swept through her. Only that it had 
come pretty quickly, boiling up from between her legs like a 
hot, liquid volcano. Involuntarily she strained against the 
ropes, as though trying to thrust her hips hard against her 
unseen suitor. Frustrated by the ropes holding  her to the 
chair, her pleasure took the form of labored gasps and moans 
which quickly escalated to a fervent cry as her pussy 
spasmed and her muscles locked, signaling the crescendo of 
her pleasure. Slowly, slowly, she began to relax, somewhat 
mortified to realize that the camera had captured her 
struggles and cries. And the egg continued to buzz.

A minute later Jack appeared from the forest, a smirk on his 
face. "Geez, Kelli, is everything all right? I heard you 
yell clear over in the next valley," he mocked her, while 
checking to see that the bonds hadn't loosened. As he bent 
beneath her, Kelli smiled as she felt the dildo being 
removed from her ass, only to let out a gasp as another, 
larger one slid up in its place. With a smirky "Enjoy 
yourself!" she watched Jack disappear back into the forest. 
The egg continued to buzz against her.

The next orgasm was harder in coming. The egg, though 
nestled between her pussy lips, was nowhere near her clit, 
where she really needed the stimulation. As a result, the 
sensations between her legs had plateaued at a point that 
was maddeningly just below the point she needed for release. 
And no matter how she twisted or positioned her body, she 
just couldn't coax the little egg to touch her magic button. 
She could feel her nerves tingling in every part of her 
body. She felt hot, flushed, full of energy but with no 
outlet for it. She tried again to squeeze her legs together, 
but Jack had not only tied her thighs to the bottom of the 
chair, but to the sides as well. Squeezing her cunt muscles 
had no effect either. It was as though her sweat and juices 
had provided a vacuum seal to keep the egg in place, not 
allowing a single bit of movement up or down. Her whole body 
was covered in a sheen of sweat, and she could easily detect 
the smell of her own juices as they mixed with the sweat. 
The shaft inside her ass had ceased to be a problem, and 
only by clenching the muscles back there could she even 
detect the thick member inside her. No, it was the egg that 
obsessed her. The egg and its incessant buzzing.

Desperate for release, Kelli closed her eyes and tried to 
recall the way Jack's cock had felt inside her, hoping to 
push herself over the edge through will alone. She 
remembered the brutish ways he'd fucked her, taking her like 
a soldier might rape a conquered enemy. She remembered the 
violent spankings, and how he'd probed her cunt after every 
round, as though testing to see if the heat of her ass had 
spread inside her pussy. She remembered his savage assault 
on her tits, the feel of her nipples painfully stretching 
and reaching their limit. She remembered the humiliation of 
running naked through the church parking lot, and the fear 
of getting caught while being fucked in that very same lot. 
She imagined how she must look right now, tied naked to a 
chair, a dildo hanging from her ass, panting and straining 
like a wild animal in heat. And she imagined Jack standing 
before her, his cock giant and throbbing, and her lying on 
the deck, legs spread, begging for him to spear her, split 
her, thrash her with his powerful rod. She imagined her 
words, not caring as they spilled incoherently from her 
lips, "Take me. Fuck me. Use me. Push me. Pull me. Fill me. 
Whip me. Spank me. I'm your slut slave. Your slut, your 
slut, your slut! Fuck my mouth. Fuck my ass. Fuck my cunt. 
Just fuck me!" 

With that a wave of heat, light and pleasure crashed over 
her, causing her to tremble violently as her mouth continued 
to spew out her feelings, "Oh, god, god, god! Aaaaaah! Yes! 
God! Yes, fuck me! Yes, fuck me, you big fucker! God, yes, I 
want your cock! Oh, please, I want your cock!" Only after 
she had calmed down did she realize how much she had taken 
the Lord's name in vain. And on camera, no less! But she 
could only give it a moment's notice because the egg 
continued to buzz.

This time's Jack's visit was brief and silent. Kelli's eyes 
widened in despair as he showed her the size of the dildo 
he'd be inserting into her ass this time; it was thicker 
than Jack's whole cock! Having braced herself for the 
invasion, she was surprised to feel how smoothly it slid in. 
Evidently her repeated orgasms had loosened all her muscles. 
After checking her bindings for looseness, Jack changed the 
routine slightly, this time pulling the black box from his 
pocket and pushing the next button. Immediately she felt the 
egg begin buzzing faster, but unfortunately not any harder. 
As Jack headed back into the woods, the egg continued to 
buzz.

Kelli never knew pleasure could be so torturous. Though her 
cunt burned with the need to cum, she couldn't find release 
no matter what she tried. Her visualization just wasn't 
enough, not even when she imagined Jack fucking her up the 
ass with his hard, hot cock. She could feel the layers of 
sweat drying on her skin, her hair plastered to her back, 
her skin flushed and her eyes wild with desire. Her nipples 
had been hard for who knew how long, and literally demanded 
attention. Her breath came in ragged gasps, and she'd found 
herself sobbing at how desperately she needed release. No 
amount of twisting would bring the egg in contact with her 
clit. For a time she'd almost thought she'd found the 
secret, pushing down with her toes to raise the front of the 
chair off the ground. But while it had shifted the egg 
slightly, it wouldn't move enough to bring the blessed 
contact.

Kelli glared hatefully at the dark eye of the camera, seeing 
a warped image of her naked body reflected in the glass. If 
Jack had been behind the camera, she could at least beg him 
for release. She would, she realized, do anything to cum, or 
at least to end the buzzing between her legs. Anything. She 
thought of the images she'd encountered the last few days on 
the internet. Yes, she'd even do some of those, though most 
disgusted and sickened her. She closed her eyes and imagine 
d herself kneeling at Jack's feet, with him peeing on her 
face and body. Yes, she'd do that. She imagined herself with 
a man's cock in her ass, one in her cunt, and sucking Jack 
off as he looked down at his whore wife. Yes, she'd do that. 
She imagined herself strapped to a rack while half-naked men 
and women whipped her skin with crops and flogs. She 
imagined herself kneeling to lick Jack's cum out of the 
topless dancer's snatch, and spreading her own legs while 
the woman's tongue probed her pussy. She would masturbate 
with a coke bottle. She would beg to have her tits put in a 
press. She would suck a stranger in a restroom. Let a 
trucker watch her pee. Be a sex slave to a black rapper. 
Anything. Anything at all, if only she could cum. But even 
these images didn't set her off. Not caring who might hear, 
Kelli screamed in anguish.

"Something wrong?" Her eyes snapped open to find Jack 
standing before her, clad only in a tight pair of briefs, 
the outline of his hard cock ballooning under the cloth. A 
wave of relief washed through her. She'd never been so happy 
to see him. He could put an end to her torture with just one 
thrust of his beautiful dick. Just one thrust. 

"Jack, please, I'll do anything. Anything," so desperate she 
was almost crying. 

He cocked his head as if considering her sincerity. "Well, 
slut, I've got plans for that ass of yours. But I guess we 
can take a few minutes to help you out. It'd be nice to see 
you rut like the bitch you are." He disappeared into the 
cabin for a moment before returning with a carpet-covered 
pole, evidently used by the owner's cat for scratching. 
After warning her not to move a muscle, he quickly untied 
her bonds. Kelli was amazed at how fast they came off; he'd 
roped her tight with one easily-released knot. With the 
dildo still embedded in her ass, she staggered up, her legs 
nearly asleep from sitting so long. The egg, she noted, 
still wasn't high enough to touch her clit. She'd have to do 
it Jack's way.

Stepping behind the camera, Jack addressed her, "Since you 
seem to be just like a bitch in heat, I guess the best way 
to do this is to have you act like one. So when I give you 
the signal, you can take off the belt and then get off like 
an animal. You'll straddle this pole and rut just like a 
bitch. That's your choice. Take it or leave it."

By now the feeling had returned to her legs, and Kelli could 
feel the urgent tension tugging at every fiber of her being. 
Next to all the things she imagined, this seemed mild. Even 
if Jack was going to film it. She could do it, no problem. 
When Jack turned off the egg, she frantically unlatched the 
harness and let it drop to the deck. Leaning the pole 
against the railing, she desperately jumped aboard it, 
grinding the carpet pile deep into her juice-filled slit. 
Squeezing it between her legs as though her life depended on 
it, she thrust herself up and down on it, pressing down to 
get it against her clit. Still unsatisfied by the contact, 
she reached down and spread her pussy lips apart while 
leaning forward against the pole. Moaning, gasping and 
grunting, she fucked the pole like an animal, baring her 
teeth and flinging her body this way and that. Her clit felt 
as big as an apple as it ground against the pole, the carpet 
fibers rasping and tearing at her. The end came quickly, but 
still not quickly enough, with the concussions from her 
orgasm reverberating through her for what seemed like an 
eternity. Totally spent and muscles cramping, she rolled off 
the post onto the deck, her legs flopping open to vent some 
of the heat out of her  scorching box. Despite the fact that 
Jack was still filming her every move, she reached down and 
pressed her fingers against her sopping slit, amazed to find 
that she hadn't rubbed the skin raw in her frenzy to get 
off. She lay there for at least a minute, softly stroking 
herself and murmuring her pleasure as tiny aftershocks 
zapped through her body.

Her reverie ended abruptly as Jack grabbed her arm and 
hoisted her to her feet. "You've had your fun. Now it's my 
turn," he said, bending her over the railing. she heard the 
dildo clatter to the deck just as he thrust his cock inside 
her ass, still a tight and uncomfortable fit despite the 
preparation he'd put her through. As he savagely banged his 
pole into her, he grunted with an animal intensity that was 
almost scary. But where her screams of passion had sounded 
desperate and whiny to her, his filled her with an 
instinctive desire to please him, to try and help him have 
the fuck of his life. So despite the cramps still shivering 
up and down her legs, she tried to squeeze his dick inside 
her ass, hoping that the extra tightness would make him cum 
all the faster.

Suddenly he pulled out of her and pushed her to the deck, so 
he loomed above her like a massive ancient god, his shaft in 
his hand like a royal scepter. Standing astride her, he 
quickly began pumping his cock in his fist, swaying with the 
effort. In seconds the cum erupted from the purple head, 
spewing out and onto her face, body and legs. Amazingly, as 
he kept pumping cum continued to stream out,  blast after 
blast pouring onto her body. She'd never seen that much come 
from him, and soon her entire torso was wet and slimy with 
it. Licking the salty residue off her lips, she looked up at 
him in trepidation, expecting to be told to scoop it all up 
an eat it. But instead, he just turned and staggered into 
the cabin, leaving her cum-soaked body in the cold company 
of the still-whirring video camera.