When Kat woke the next morning he was already in the cage. The events of the previous day, the shower, the long car ride, had exhausted her. She lay in the sleeping bag and watched him work. He was on a ladder hanging a short chain from the overhead beam in the center of the cage. She didn't know what it was for but knew it was not a good thing. After removing the ladder from the cage he came to her and poked her through the sleeping bag with the short metal spreader bar he had made. "Time to rise and shine sleepy head". Before she was on her feet he was clipping the shoulder width spreader bar to her ankles. He wrapped his fingers around her stainless steel collar and led her in an awkward shuffle toward the center of the cage. Toward the chain. She felt the tension on her collar increase as she instinctively slowed down. Now she realized what the chain was for. What he was going to do. He was going to whip her. During the car ride she was naked and had put her legs together when they pulled alongside a large truck. He had to tell her three times to open them. He had whipped her with a belt for having to tell her something twice. She thought of fighting him but the spreader bar made it hard for her to keep her balance when she moved so she let him take her hands over her head and clip the wrist cuffs to the chain. She watched his hands as they dropped toward his pants. She expected to hear the sound of the belt sliding through belt loops, to feel the thick leather as it cut into her skin. Instead he merely hitched his pants up a little. Then, as was his habit, he ran his hands over her, feeling the shape of her body, the softness of her skin, sliding one hand down he teased her clit. She could tell he was enjoying the fear in her eyes. Feeding on it. Then he went outside, returning with bags of ice and shopping bags. She watched as he filled the cooler had brought in the day before with bottles of water, sports drinks, protein shakes, and fresh fruit. As he returned to her she braced for the punishment but he only put his hand between her legs, teased her clit some more. The corners of his mouth tugged up when she gasped as he roughly pinched her labia. His smile grew when his fingers found her to be wet. He pushed his wet fingers into her mouth and said "How about something hot to eat?" He removed the spreader bar, unclipped her wrists from the chains and immediately clipped them together behind her back, then forced her down on her knees. He stepped in front of her and unfastened his pants. With a hand on each side of her head he pressed the head of his cock to her lips. She knew she would not be in control this time.

When he came back at midday he told her he liked her with muscles so she was starting an exercise program. He sat on a lawn chair with his lunch and told her to do ten pushups. After doing the pushups she did the upward facing dog. When he asked her if she was stretching she told him it was a yoga. She explained the benefits of yoga as she demonstrated other poses. His lunch forgotten, he circled her, taking photos and asking questions. Downward facing dog inspired some close up photography, obviously done one handed. She moved through harder poses and was exhausted sooner than she expected. He was right, she did need to exercise. She needed to be strong when the right time came. He traced his fingers over the sheen of sweat on her body. "Yoga is definitely on the schedule from now on."

He returned at dark, fastening her to the overhead chain and putting the spreader bar on her feet as soon as he came into the cage. He pulled the nipple clamps out of his pocket and put them on her, slowly tightening each one. He stepped out, dug in a bag, and came back in with something wrapped in foil. As he walked to the cooler he said over his shoulder "rotisserie chicken, you're going to love it." Then he took off his clothes and placed them on top of the cooler. Kat's heart began to race. 'I hope he is just reacting to the yoga' she thought. Once again he stepped out and dug into the bag. This time he came back with a flogger, a cat of nine tails. Kat thought of the belt and wondered if it would be better or worse. Why can't he use his hand? His hand was not too bad but the thick heavy leather belt was brutal. Her eyes were locked on the flogger hanging at his side and, beside it, his growing erection. "Did you think I had forgotten?" he asked as he circled her, lightly hitting the flogger on her leg. "You closed your legs didn't you Wild Kat? I had to tell you three times to open them up." He slid the flogger up the inside of her leg. "Your legs are open now aren't they?" he said as he rubbed the handle against her pussy. She could feel the heat coming off him, see the fierce energy in his eyes. He started on her back and moved down. Then worked his way up her front. The flogger hurt but not as much as the belt. When he stopped every part of her body was on fire from the stings of the small leather strands. He searched her eyes as he took off the nipple clamps but she refused to show him any pain. He left once again, this time returning with a crop. She gasped when the crop hit the soft skin of her stomach. The crop was worse than the flogger. He had more control with it. Aim. Intensity. A second gasp when he hit the side of her breast. "Oh, did that hurt?" he asked in a mocking tone. "Let me kiss it and make it better". He sucked her tender nipple into his mouth and squeezed it with his teeth. This time he saw and heard her pain. He moved around her with the crop. It felt like a hot branding iron each time it struck her ass, her thighs, her ribs. Just when she thought she could take no more she felt him removing the spreader bar from her feet. Then he unclipped her wrists and pushed her onto knees. He was inside her before her face touched the floor. She continued to feel the his anger and fury.

They developed a routine. Showers day twice a week. Exercise every day. Even if he wasn't there to supervise. He attached her to the ceiling chain almost every day. Most of the time nothing happened, sometimes she was punished. After a few weeks the routine changed when he had to be away for a few days. She wasn't as worried this time since she had a well stocked cooler. She was surprised to find out she missed him a little. He was her only human contact and during her exercise periods his questions about yoga had grown into conversations.

Kat was eating an orange, listening to music on the old ipod he had given her and didn't look up until the battery powered lantern lit up the front of the cage. When she realized he was there she rushed to the center of the cage, dropping her robe as she ran. Had her told her to kneel? How many times? She tried to read his expression as she knelt but his face was back lit by the lantern. He unlocked the cage and knelt behind her. "Are you enjoying your music?" he asked as he clipped her hands together behind her back. "Yes Sir" she answered. As he pushed her forward, easing her face and chest onto the floor he asked "How many times did I say kneel?" "I don't know Sir" she said, hoping only once. He enjoyed using the crop. Enjoyed it too much. She was expecting to be led to the chain so the first slap on her ass startled her. He gave her five more hard spanks and let his hand rest on her ass. Rubbing it. "I didn't say it. You didn't do anything to earn this" he said as he smack her again. "This is for me." He spanked her hard until her ass was bright red then took off his clothes. Another surprise, the sex wasn't angry, rough. It was slow. Steady. Controlled. He even seemed to slow down near the end, to make it last, to hold it in, before letting out a groan at the release. Her head still on the floor she watched him walk out and come back with a bag. What would he take out of it this time? She felt the hard tip of the anal plug. After seating the plug he placed a strap around the top of each thigh. Each strap had a d-ring on the side just like the cuffs. He unhooked her hands and said with a grin "Let's see if you can do butt plug yoga". He sat on the cooler sipping a sports drink while she went through her yoga routine. Some moves were a little difficult with the plug in, some felt strangely good, all felt odd. He made her hold the more difficult poses longer than normal and repeat some of his favorites. She was relieved, exhausted, and covered in sweat when he told her to lay down on her stomach and take a break. He clipped her wrist cuffs to the straps on her thighs. He pulled her feet up, and using small lengths of cord, tied them to the same clips, in effect frog tying her. Then he rolled her over onto her back, positioned himself between her knees, and said "I bet you taste great sweaty" and licked her between the breasts. He kissed, licked and nibbled her breasts and nipples, then worked his way down her stomach. He traced his finger back and forth in the growth of short hair above her pussy. Then he pushed her knees as far apart as they would go and began to kiss and lick her thighs. Kat was in a world of bewilderment. To go from expecting the pain of the crop to feeling the light teasing touch of his tongue and lips teasing her labia, to having his tongue dipping and dancing inside her. She wanted to use her hands, grab his head, guide him to where she wanted. She found herself lost in the moment, the unusual tenderness, the feeling of helplessness. She moaned loudly as the orgasm sent spasms through her. He pulled out the anal plug and pressed her knees toward her chest. The orgasm became like water at a simmering boil, steadily, slowly bubbling through her as he went deeper and deeper into her. Again and again.

After cleaning himself with a wet wipe he found her partially eaten orange. He ate some and fed her some as she lay, still bound, on her side. Then he untied her legs and lay down beside her, pulling her against his chest. His arm was around her, his hand on her breast. The squeezing, the nipple pinching slowed down and she could feel his breathing slow as well. When his hands was still, his breathing steady and shallow, she tried to move. His arm subtly tightened around her. She settled back against him and lay still and thought for a long time, trying to understand what was happening, why the change. Was he through with her, one last big night before he killed her. Sometime during the night she drifted off to sleep. She woke to fingertips rubbing her pubic hair, an erection pressing into her back, the morning light falling through the skylights. She opened her legs slightly and the fingers slid further down. He got to his knees, rolled her onto her back and began removing the restraints, the wrist and ankle cuffs, the thigh straps, everything except the collar. He moved between her legs and began long slow gentle thrusts. He leaned down, closer and closer. She thought he was going to kiss her but he slid one hand under her and flipped them over. "Now it's your turn Kat." She rode him, continued the slow movements. Then she began siding her hands forward as if doing the downward dog in yoga. She leaned down closer and closer, sliding her hands out further, until she could reach it, then she jumped up off him. He grabbed her leg and started to sit up. Kat swung the metal spreader bar and struck him in the side of the head. He fell back on the sleeping bag and she backed toward the door, unsure of what to do next since she was locked in. "32. 12. 17" he said hoarsely. She stopped and stared at him, unsure of what he had said. "Combination. 32, 12, 17." The front door lock! She turned to leave. "Keys. Floor mat." She turned again, the bar raised like a bat, ready to swing but he had not moved.  "Car keys under floor mat". He looked into her eyes, "Bye Kathryn" he whispered, then closed his eyes, blood running from the gash on the side of his head. She ran to the door, praying she could get the lock open before he came after her. The lock was already open! She looked back but he hadn't moved. She ran outside, realizing she had forgotten her robe, but not caring. It wouldn't be the first time she had gone for a ride naked.  She found the keys under the mat and had to force herself to calm down before she could get them into the ignition, constantly glancing at the door to see if he was coming. She raced down the gravel road. Empty buildings, weeds, a pick-up truck the only sign of life in the whole complex, not slowing down until she came to the junction with the highway. Trying to remember which direction to go she looked right and left. That is when she noticed what was sitting on the passenger seat. Clothes. Clothes from her apartment. A sundress, shorts, a t-shirt. Bras and panties. In the floor were sandals and tennis shoes. Why would he be bringing her clothes?

He lay on the sleeping bag knowing he should get up. Get to his truck and run. He had already decided not to warn the men at the chop shop. They would kill him either way but at least if they got arrested first it would give him a head start. His head, now that was the problem. He had tried to get up to stop her but got very dizzy trying to sit up. Just a couple of minutes, he just needed to close his eyes for a couple of minutes. Cold pushed the darkness out of his head. Cold and the pain of something touching his wound. He started to sit up but a hand pushed against his chest. He balled his fists, he wasn't going without a fight. "Be still". He froze at the voice, his eyes flickering open, "Kat?" "Shh" she said "You need to be still so I can clean you up." She poured more cold water on the gash on his head and wiped it with his t-shirt. He studied her face, wondering why she had come back. As was his habit he put his hands on her legs, feeling her soft skin, as she straddled him, carefully wiping the blood from the side of his head.  For once she was the one looking into eyes filled with confusion. Uncertainty. Fear? She sat down the bottle and the t-shirt, picked up the leash and clipped it to her collar. She started to gently rock her hips. When she felt him begin to respond she reached down and guided him inside her. Then she leaned down and pressed her lips to his.