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Pain Slut

... it much easier for you in the next few days.&#034 Days? she thought, fucking days? Oh, god no, she must not have heard him right, he said he would let her go, he can't keep her for days. He rolled her onto her back, and let her blow her nose, and wiped the tears from her eyes. He got dressed. &#034Here's the deal, fuck toy. I'm going to untie your legs. If you fight me in any way, I'll tie you up and whip you all night.&#034 He looked down at her, she nodded, and he smiled. He untied her legs, leaving her wrists bound. He then tied a three foot piece of rope between her ankles; enough to let her walk, but not run. He stood her up. He put two small rags on a piece of duct tape and taped it around her head, the rags firmly in her eye sockets. &#034Now, if you're good, I'll take the tape off when we get where we're going. If you're not..&#034. .he left the statement unfinished. She stood there naked, listening to him as he moved around the room, stuffing her clothes and bathroom things into his suitcase, the bottles, the glasses, the duct tape and leftover rope, everything. He took some tissue and wiped the inside doorknob with it. He picked up the dog collar and buckled it around her neck, and using the last hole, it just fit. He clipped the leash to the collar and stood there for a moment, admiring his prize. The only item left in the room was her Raider jacket, hung over the back of a chair. He put it around her shoulders, snapping it up the front, letting the leash dangle ...

... from the space between the top two buttons. Extinguishing all the lights in the room, he opened the door with a tissue. She could feel the cool, wet night air, and she shivered. He looked outside. It was a typical summer night in San Francisco, everything enveloped in a blanket of cold, grey fog. The lights of the office were just a hazy glow in the distance. He saw no other people as he stepped to the car, opening the passenger side door, sliding the seat all the way back. He stepped back into the dark room, took the leash, and told her, &#034This way cunt, we're getting in the car.&#034 She shuffled out to the tug of the leash, the pavement ice-cold on her bare feet. He stopped her at the open car door. &#034Lean in and put your elbows on the seat.&#034 He guided her elbows down until they touched the seat, then grabbed her ankles and lifted her legs into the car, turning her to face the seat. She was kneeling on the floor, her face on the seat between her bound wrists. &#034 You will stay just like that, slut. Do not even move. We will be there soon.&#034 He closed the car door, took a tissue from his pocket and wiped the motel room doorknob clean and closed it. He got in the car, turned on the radio, and drove out of the parking lot. Even though he only lived a few blocks away, he drove around the city for about a half an hour, circling around the city in countless turns. At one stop light, a S.F.P.D. patrol car pulled up next to him. He made eye contact with the officer ...