43 Katie`s story pt1 - Sex Stories

43 Katie`s story pt1

... being digested and coffee was being d***k the lamp shedding a warm glow and the fire a radiant warmth. She realised he was in a after dinner mood so she asked “well whatever your name is, what is going to happen to me?, and he smiled a big beaming smile, saying he was just the courier his name was Jess and when the transport arrived she was going to become a plaything for his father in their home, entertaining guests and the f****y as and when they had the need and that it would be a hard experience as the last incumbent had found. In reply she introduced herself as Katie and asked if it was worth appealing to his better nature, to which he laughed and shook his head. “More than my life is worth” he told her “my dad don’t do refusals, we had a woman once that did that and he had her disposed of with his favourite whip and then dropped into the sea in chains. Not that she could have cared by then.” Her face showed that she was disturbed by his comments and she stood and went into the tiny kitchen She washed up the few plates, and then asked about sl**ping arrangements, to which he again laughed, fetching a couple of sl**ping bags from the back of the cab of the van. He also fetched the handcuffs, told her to remove whatever clothes she wanted to remove and slipped the cuff onto the big old coal bucket and her left wrist. She said was surprised there had been no sexual demands on her tonight but he smiled and said that he was tired after the long drive and that tomorrow he ...

... would be refreshed but would see what he could do as they had a few hours to sit it out. He pointed her into the bedroom along with the big coal bucket and the sl**ping bag, the room struck cold, the mattress soft and musty, but most welcome; she climbed into the bag and was soon asl**p. Dawn arrived and she could hear his snores, quietly she raised herself and the blessed coal bucket, crept into the living room then went outside to use the earth closet, she contemplated escape but two things were against it , the blessed coal bucket, though she could carry that a push, and the nakedness of her body. She wondered if she could remove the handcuffs, but to do so quietly needed the keys and they were on his key-ring. She wandered back into the building, and Jess who was still snoring. Beside him lay his white suit, the temptation much too much, carefully she lifted the trousers, found the keyring and quietly removed the hand-cuff`s, she was free of that bl**dy coal bucket. That`s the first problem she thought, as she silently darted into the bedroom and dressed in the few clothes she had set out in all those hours back. Reassuringly the snores had not reduced, and in a trice her light feet had her running along the rough track away from the awful homestead. An hour saw her on what passed for a roadside, a lonely twisting tarmac road, leading well perhaps anywhere, she had no idea where she was, never mind where she was going. Her feet hurt, she was tired and she was frustrated, not ...