He parked his truck in a narrow alley a couple of buildings away from the one where he had her locked up. There should not be anyone near by but he didn't want to take any chances. He was excited with the way things were going. After all this was his first kidnapping. Funny, he didn't think of it that way. He should have killed her but hadn't so in a way he had saved her and now she was his. In only a couple of days her had her kneeling, naked, and she even called him Sir without being prompted. 'I hope she isn't broken' he thought, 'I want her tamed, a little, but I love her fight, the feeling of stepping into the cage with a...a...wildcat.' He smiled at the thought. He had gotten her a treat. She had earned it. Opening her mouth right up for him. Yeah, she'd wanted it, didn't balk at all when he'd pushed her head all the way down on his cock. He'd wanted to see what she would do, if she had skills like that little slut Angie at bar. That girl could suck a tennis ball through a garden hose. But just the sight of his cock disappearing inside Kat's sweet lips was more than he could take. He had grabbed her head and skull fucked the bitch. Damn she made it hard for him to think straight. Grabbing a paper bag off the front seat he started walking to the building. 'She's probably a vegan but I aint' buying tofu or cottage cheese or whatever the hell they eat. She can eat a sausage biscuit and be happy with it' he thought.  He had spent most of the night thinking about her. He liked the way she looked. The way she smelled. Which is why her perfume was one of the first things he grabbed at her apartment. But not the only thing. He liked the athletic tone of her body and the way it felt underneath his hands. She came across as a bit of a tomboy but not in a dikey way. He had decided he needed take better care of her. Feed her better and make sure she exercised. Got to keep that nice tight athletic body. Plus if she felt strong she would be more likely to fight back now and then. "KNEEL!" he yelled before slamming the door shut and snapping the combination lock in place. 'Can't afford to let my precious Kat get loose' he thought. He sat the bag down and started to unlock the cage door. She was right where she should be. Kneeling, hands behind her back, eyes down. No, her face was tilted down but she was looking at him, her tangled blond hair falling down over her shoulders. Then he realized what he was seeing. Long tangled blond hair not in a ponytail. She had gotten rid of it and was watching for his reaction. He thought he could see a smirk tugging at the corners of her mouth. Without saying a word he put the key back in his pocket. Reaching into the bag he took out a hot cup of coffee and the sausage biscuit and set them on the floor. He wadded the bag up and turned to leave, waiting until his back was to her before letting himself grin. 'Game on, bitch!'

She had taken her hair down during the night so he couldn't use it to guide her around, to control her. At the time it seemed like a good idea. She wanted to giggle at the look on his face when he realized what she had done but his reaction had confused her. She expected anger but he simply left. She did not move in case he had gone to get something from his car. She eyed the coffee. Steam rose from the cup. Grease soaked through the paper wrapper sitting beside it. She had saved one bottle of water and the apple for breakfast this morning but her stomach still growled. Did he get the food for her? No, he was probably going to eat in front of her, the damn bastard. Maybe not. Now she wished she had waited to take her hair down. He did not come back right away and as she waited she thought of her father again. After winning the blue ribbon the inspections had become more frequent, more thorough. She was being readied for the best of show competition. Her father would have her do a series of poses. "Knees and elbows. Remember to arch your back, not up like a cat, but down" he would say or "on your back and lift. See how far you can spread them." This was followed with the hands-on inspection and now the inspections always ended with the the blue ribbon test. She always felt proud when he told her how well she was doing, that she had become a blue ribbon super star. But it all came to a sudden end one day when her mother came home from work early. There was a terrible fight and then no more dog shows. Her father wouldn't touch her, barely talked to her. He had avoided her whenever possible and she missed the attention he had given her.

After waiting for what seemed hours Kat had moved off the hard floor back to her sleeping bag bed but she kept her attention riveted on the front door. When she saw the first crack of light appear at the door she scrambled back to the center of the cage and resumed her pose. She watched him come in carrying a shopping bag. Without saying a word he unlocked the door and, carrying the shopping bag, knelt down behind her. He fastened something around each of her wrists. It wasn't metal handcuffs. It wasn't shoe strings. She stood as she was told, sneaking a look at her wrists. Leather bondage cuffs. He pushed her toward the wall by the door. Handing her a carabiner from the shopping bag he said "clip your right wrist to the fence." She glared at him for a moment. He was watching her closely, ready in case she tried anything. As soon as she snapped the carabiner onto the wire he grabbed her left hand and pulled it out to her side and clipped it to the fencing. She took a small amount of satisfaction in noticing he kept his body turned so she would not be able to kick him in the balls. He returned to the shopping bag, taking his shirt off on the way. She noticed thin white lines crisscrossing his back. Scars, old scars. She thought of the fading welts on her back. He was lean and muscled. Not like a body builder but like someone who did hard manual labor. He returned and quickly knelt in front of her, his shoulder pressed against her thighs, once again taking action to avoid being kicked. He placed a cuff on her ankle and clipped it to the fencing. Then repeated the process on the other leg. He stood and returned to the shopping bag, returning to her holding something behind his back, disarming smile, sparkle in his eyes. In another life, another time, she would have let him buy her a drink but now she wanted to gouge those hazel eyes out. "Got you one more present" he said, his smile growing wider when she squirmed as his lightly slid his fingers across her stomach and up her ribs. His hand moved to her breast, holding it, his thumb rubbing up and down over her nipple. From behind his back he pulled a large stainless steel metal ring. Like a very very big wedding ring she thought. She could not imagine what it was for. Until she noticed he kept looking from her eyes to her throat. With horror she realized it was a collar. A metal collar with a lock. "You taking down your ponytail made me realize I needed to step things up a notch. Make things official" he said as he spread open the collar. She struggled as best she could but hooked to the fence there was little she could do. She tried to bite his arms but he managed to get the collar around her neck. The click of the lock sounding like a clap of thunder. He pulled a long leather leash out of the bag. "I know how much you like leather straps" he said with a wink as he clipped the leash to her collar. He could feel the hatred radiating off her, see it in her eyes. He unclipped her left wrist and, standing off to the side, told her to undo the others. "Now let's see how you do walking on a leash" he said. "I think your are supposed walk to the side and a little ..." was as far as he got when she launched herself at him. She threw wild punches and when she couldn't do that she used her fingernails. But he was quick and agile, dodging or blocking the worst of her punches. He kept those sharp nails away from his face and eyes but took several deep scratches on his chest. The pain and her fury firing his arousal. He yanked on the leash, pulling her off balance. Then he grabbed her arm, twisting it behind her back. He pulled it higher and higher, stressing her shoulder, until the pain got her attention and she quieted down. He forced her to her knees, pulled her other hand behind her back and hooked the wrist cuffs together. Then he leaned her forward, putting her face and chest on the hard floor. After clipping the ankle cuffs together he took off the leather leash and double it over. "It seems you need a little...motivation to behave like a good pet should" he said as the first blow landed on her ass.

She had been angry with her father, confused by the way he avoided her. Her response was to lash out at him at any opportunity. After one particularly nasty tantrum he lost his temper, pulled her over his lap, yanked down her shorts and spanked her. Hard. Hot tears were running down her face when she realized the spanking had stopped. He was rubbing her, say he was sorry. Then he was touching her like before, like she was in the dog show. That was the day she got 'best in show'.

Almost immediately after the lashes with the leash stopped he pressed her face against the concrete floor and she felt him enter her. He was not tentative about it. It was a hard thrust but she was wet and he slid deep into her. He paused for a moment then started a rhythmic thrusting. Hard. Deep. Steady.

After that day it always happened the same way with her father. Her provoking him, making him angry. Angry enough to spank her. She was his 'best in show' until the divorce.

His thrusts had grown increasingly harder. Faster. More urgent. His body slamming into her like a jackhammer. The orgasm surprised her. Building quickly and crashing through her. A moan escaping from her before she could capture it. With a load groan he released inside her shortly after, again and again. But he didn't stop thrusting. He refused to until he had grown too flaccid to continue. He collapsed onto her back. She could feel the sweat on his chest. His arm slid around her stomach and he held onto her as his breathing slowed down, one heart beating against the other.