(kidnapping) (bdsm)

2nd Night

The light inside the building was dying as the sun dropped below the treetops. He turned on the battery powered lantern hanging outside the cage. She was where he had left her, lying on the floor curled in the fetal position. Her shorts still at her ankles. She had pulled her t-shirt over her like a small thin blanket. She didn’t move, her eyes didn’t open, when he took her shirt. Or when he pulled off her shorts and panties. Or when he circled around her taking photos.  “Time to get up Wildcat” he said. Still she didn’t move. He wiggled the toe of his shoe between her butt cheeks. When she didn’t move he pressed it in, Hard, and in a harsh tone said “Get up!”  She rolled over onto her hands and knees and slowly began to raise up. The blows to her head had brought the headache back. Her kidney hurt. Her back and legs where he had beaten her with the belt were sore and felt like they were on fire. She was stiff from lying on the cold hard floor. She was very hungry and thirsty. ‘Two days?’ she thought, ‘Has it only been two days?’ As she stood she attempted to cover her naked body with her hands. He took more photos.

“Turn around, bend over and grab the wire” he ordered. “A little lower” he said as she did what she was told. “That’s good. Now spread your feet apart. More.” He kicked the inside of her ankles until her feet were spread about shoulder width apart. “Now, whatever happens you do not let go of the wire. Do you understand?”  When she didn’t answer he slapped her welt covered ass. To her it felt as if he had hit her with a hot branding iron and she yelped. In a low threatening voice he told her “I should never have to repeat myself. Do you understand?” “Yes” she croaked through her dry throat, refusing to say anymore than he demanded.

She was embarrassed at how exposed she was as she heard the camera behind her. His fingers touched her back.
She fought the urge to react to the touch. She would be damned if she would give him the satisfaction. He seemed to be tracing the path of the welts on her back. The son of a bitch was admiring his handiwork. But then she realized he was rubbing something on her. A salve or ointment. He talked as he applied the ointment. “My daddy always told me you get what you earn.“ The pain of the welts began to lessen as he moved down her back, her buttocks, the back of her legs. “That’s something you need to keep in mind Wildcat. In some ways you are the one picking what happens and what don't” Then he wrapped his hands around her leg and slid them down. There were no welts there needing ointment. He was feeling the shape of her legs, the muscle tone, the soft skin of her inner thighs. After feeling both legs he moved his hands up to feel the contour of her hips. Then his thumbs were between her buttocks, sliding down, spreading them open. She was overwhelmed with embarrassment and humiliation. He moved beside her and reached one arm around her. Both hands moved over her stomach, up to her breasts. He squeezed them, feeling their firmness, her hard nipples pinched between his fingers.

When she was a little girl her father would take her to dog shows. He had explained to her how the judges would examine the dog to see if it met the breed standard and feel the dog to see if they had the correct bone structure. Her father demonstrated by feeling her head and shoulders and knees. This became a fun little game with them. He would inspect her and award her a ribbon based on the results. Now this horrible man was inspecting her the same way, like he was her judge, checking to see if she met his standards. A white hot flame of anger began to grow, pushing aside the pain and humiliation she had been feeling. He grabbed her ponytail with one hand and pulled her head back as his other hand reached to her ass. As the tip of his finger touched her anus she opened her eyes, tensing her body to push up, turn and attack him with everything she had. Then she saw it. Hanging on the post below the lantern was his leather belt. The one he had whipped her with. Below it on the floor was a bottle of water laying on what looked like a folded sheet or blanket. Her eyes moved back to the belt. 'You get what you earn.' 'You pick what happens.' She felt her knees get weak. He pulled back harder on her hair as he pushed in his ointment lubed finger. "Wildcat, you feel a little tense" he said with a laugh. "We will have to work on that." He gave a little wiggle with his finger before he pulled it out. She watched him bring the bundle and bottle of water inside the cage. "When I get out the door you can let go but not one second before. Understand?" "Yes" she answered this time. She watched him until the door shut behind him and then rushed to the bottle of water. She snatched up the bottle and drank greedily. She could feel the water as it slid down her parched throat into her empty stomach. When she looked closer at the white bundle she realized it was a bath robe. Her bath robe! He had been inside her apartment! For a moment she panicked. Had he known where she lived? Had he been stalking her?  Of course not, she realized, He had her id, her keys, her car, her phone, her...everything. She felt even more violated than before. Then it dawned on her. Her name was on her driver's license. Katheryn. Kat. Wild Kat.

She had managed to drift off to sleep with the robe providing a little warmth. Something woke her and she was immediately blinded by bright light. Disoriented, her heart pounding, she sat up in the corner of the cage where she huddled each night in the darkness.  As she grew accustomed to the light she realized it was from the floor lights he had placed outside the cage. She stayed hunkered down in the corner when he entered and walked toward her, unsure of what this visit in the middle of the night meant for her. "Stand up" he commanded. When she stood he grabbed her ponytail and used it to steer her to the middle of the cage. "Take off that robe and kneel down." His tone of voice making it clear he would not tolerate anything less than compliance. She felt as if she were watching someone else as she dropped the robe off her shoulders and knelt down on the hard floor. "Both knees down and sit back on your feet. Knees apart. Back straight. Hands behind your back." He toed her knees further apart. "If I say kneel you kneel. Just like this. Just like you are right now. Don't hesitate. Don't think. Just do it" he said, an anger in his voice frightening her. "yes...sir" she replied barely above a whisper, not sure why she added sir. He stepped in front of her and her heart stuttered when she heard the sound of his zipper. And again when he took hold of her ponytail. He pulled her hair so she had to raise up onto her knees. She was looking straight at his hardening cock and to the side she could see he held the camera. She realized she had confused anger with hunger. He put his hand on the back of her head and pulled her head forward. Without thinking she opened her mouth. The camera clicked. He tasted of sweat and lust. She thought of her father and the dog show game they played. How as she grew she moved up through the ribbons. Yellow, white, red. Her father was an encouraging but strict judge. Always doing a fair and thorough inspection. The night she won the blue ribbon he had tasted of sweat too.

Back straight. Knees apart. Eyes down. His seed splattered on her chest and dripping down. The camera had finally stopped clicking. With her eyes down she could not see everything he was doing. She knew he had emptied her 'toilet' and replaced the kitty litter. He had also made a couple of trips back to where she stayed during the night. Somehow she felt safer tucked into the corner of the two solid walls. Before he left he gently laid his hand of the top of her head and in much softer tone than before said "good night Wild Kat. Hope you sleep well. You earned it."  In her corner she found two bottles of water, an apple, a protein bar, a throw-away dispenser of wet wipes, a thick bedding foam pad, and sleeping bag. She cried. She cried because now she knew for sure. She wasn't going home.