Author's note: this is the first chapter to the sequel of a previous story: Abducted. Where as the origional is more NonCon focused, the sequel will be more focused on DubCon. Reader discretion is still strongly advised.
Ch. 01, Day 11 - A Quick Errand
As she lay there in the predawn darkness, she listened to David's gentle snoring coming from upstairs and reflected on everything that had happened in her life. No, she quickly corrected herself, her owner's gentle snoring. Things had moved so quickly the last few days that it was hard to keep it all straight in her head sometimes, but ever since he'd branded her, he was definitely her owner. That's probably who he'd be forever at this point. She'd stopped trying to deny it. After all, there was no way she could escape physically. She'd already tried that, and in the end, even though it had been nothing but an elaborate game where he'd let her escape, she'd still managed to get barely a mile and a half before he'd hunted her down and claimed her again. The physical situation wouldn't be nearly as hard to escape as the mental one.
Sarah sighed. Even without the gentle throbbing of the healing brand on the right cheek of her ass, she was still his though. Even if the police rescued her right now, this morning, she knew that a large part of her would stay his forever. She'd probably even write him in jail, she realized, and that part of her was getting bigger every time he made her cum on his dick or found some terrible new way to put her in her place. At this point she probably still had the dignity that she wouldn't try to plead for leniency at his hearing if he were to be arrested, but who knew how much longer she'd be able to hold on to even that?
She could remember laying in this bed only a few days ago with her aching ass, vowing to see him destroyed, but now she couldn't make herself feel that way. Not even if she tried, and she had spent a lot of time trying. Yesterday he'd moved her back down to the basement after deciding she was healing fine, and chained her to the floor once again. "Why do I have to go back down there? Why can't I sleep with you?" she'd asked. "I'll be a good girl, I promise."
"I know you will slut," he'd said dismissively, not even bothering to look at her, "But if I let you sleep up here every night you'll start thinking you're a person instead of the toy you really are, and we can't have that just yet. Maybe after you're completely broken you can be a doll in my bed every night, but until then we've got to keep you where you belong, and only take you out for special occasions." It was an awful thing to be told - that you had a place, and that that place was locked away in a basement, but there was something about that cruel attitude that made her tingle. She never thought that she'd ever feel this warmly about the monster that had ruined her perfect life, but she was certain that if it suddenly became a knight in shining armor, it would have killed the strange romance that was blossoming between them.
She didn't love him in spite of being a monster. She knew that now. She loved him because of how awful and brutal he was. Even when she was recovering from exposure and exhaustion the other day, his kindness had lasted less than a day before he'd become hard again. The day he'd branded her he'd served her dinner in bed, but last night he'd made her eat her dinner from a doggie bowl again, 'to remind her of where she belonged,' and he'd only let her do that after she begged him for the privilege. Sarah blushed at the memory, and her hand started to wander down her belly to her sex before she stopped herself. Until all this had happened to her, she'd had no idea how much humiliation turned her on, but now that she knew, it had become inescapable. More than one ex had told her that she was haughty or prideful, so it was a particularly cruel form of karma that had come to make her crave the debasement she now received so regularly.
Sarah rolled over, so she could look at the stairs, listening to the chain attached to her ankle clank softly as she moved. Yesterday, she'd woken up before him and looked at the door with the same mixture of fear and anticipation. Is this how she'd be every morning now? Would her aching sex be the only alarm clock she ever needed as it eagerly awaited whatever new punishments her owner had devised for her?
It turned out she didn't have to wait long. Less than an hour after sunrise, she heard the door open as he walked downstairs. She'd expected him to make her beg for breakfast, which had become the customary way to start the day lately, but instead he brought down a collar and a leash. "Come on cunt," he yawned, unlocking her chain and tossing a flimsy pair of flip-flops down at her feet, "let's take you for a walk."
"But... but I don't need to use the bathroom, I have a toilet." she pleaded. She'd been planning to agree with anything he told her, but using the restroom outside was a bridge too far for her sensibilities.
"Good for you," he smiled, jerking her to her feet by the leash, "But this isn't about pissing against a tree. You're a bitch, not a mutt. This is about getting you a little exercise. I don't want you going soft on me, so we're going to go for a little jog."
"Yes, sir," Sarah mumbled. She didn't dare argue with him more than she already had. Instead, she just followed him up the stairs, and out into the cool morning air. Even as rural as David's property was, the idea of going outside completely naked disturbed her. It didn't help that it was 60 degrees, and she started shivering almost immediately.
"Come on slut," he said, giving her leash a yank as he started to pick up the pace, leaving her with no choice but to match it. It was hardly a punishing tempo, at somewhere shy of a ten-minute mile, but it was just fast enough that her body had the chance to complain about every little problem. She could feel both her brand and her bandaged ankle throbbing, but worse than that were her breasts. They weren't in any pain of course, but even though they were fairly petite, they still bounced with every side, and it was incredibly distracting. With a little effort she could ignore the fact that her nipples were hard enough to cut glass, and if she stared ahead she could pretend that she wasn't out here completely naked, but every single stride made her breasts bob just enough to remind her that she was some braless pervert being led around by her owner on a leash.
Soon the heat of her shame was matching the warmth from the run, but she wasn't really paying any attention to where they were going, not until she saw the mailbox and the gravel road. He'd taken her for a jog down to the end of his driveway, where people that drove past could see her. All she could see in either direction was trees and a gravel road, so it was very unlikely that anyone would catch them, but the fact that it was still possible made her feel incredibly exposed. As they drew to a stop at the road, unconsciously she raised her arm to cover her breasts, before her owner barked "Don't cover yourself up, cunt. You're ruining my view."
He was staring at her hungrily, and she turned away to avoid that look. It was funny. A couple of hours ago she'd craved that look, at home in the privacy of her master's bedroom, but out here it felt completely different. "Maybe we should turn around and head back now..." she suggested, not sure what else to say.
"You can turn around if you want, doll, but that will just let me appreciate your ass instead of your tits. We're not going home until I check the mail and..." As his words trailed off, her owner pinned her against the nearest pine tree, which was pretty much right beside the road and in clear view of anyone that happened to drive by. "...and take care of my morning wood. You know how I'm going to do that, right, slut?"
"Mmmmmm - please," she moaned, "People might see."
