Hypnotising Hayley Part Four

Hypnotising Hayley Chapter Four

Hayley experiences her first caning

Ryan stood up and went for a piss. Hayley, legs still spread, felt a slight cold wind blowing against her opened vulva but was too scared to move. When Ryan returned he glanced at her still in the same exposed position and sat on the sofa still with just his T-shirt on to resume his videogame. It was time to eat, but he thought he would give her a bit of time to recover.

Hayley sat contemplating her fate. Occasional tears escaped and rolled down her cheeks. She reminded herself she just had to endure. Once she was out she could go to the police. She just had to endure. But how much more was she going to have to put up with. There was all night and tomorrow and somehow she thought it was more likely to get worse than better. She should hate him but she didn’t. She just hated her predicament. He had probably fixed her so she couldn’t hate him. What else had he done to her mind she wondered. Another tear rolled down. After fifteen minutes when her legs and vulva were cold from the draft and she had recovered from the shock of the fucking she got the courage to ask him if she could move.

“Sure,” he said, “sit on the sofa. You can play the game with me if you like.”

“I’m feeling a little tired master,” she excused herself. It might have been a mistake. It might have taken her mind off things. She really wasn’t sure she had any concentration left at this moment though. Ryan was playing a fighting game on line, cursing and swearing when he landed a good hit or received one from his opponent. Hayley watched him beating up the other virtual characters blankly and still only half aware he still hadn’t put his jeans back on.

After about half an hour he put the controller down and stroked her thigh.

“Oh well time for dinner,” he said lightly. Hayley thought he was going to make something for them, but she should have known better. After a slight pause he said “get dressed and see what you can rustle up for us in the kitchen.”

Hayley’s whole body felt like it had been through a workout, which in a way it had. She had scarcely stopped doing things ever since she arrived. She put on the skirt and top, wincing as the skirt slid over her butt and went bare footed into the kitchen. The tiles were cold on her feet but she was glad to have the shoes off. She saw them more as sex wear to emphasise her legs than ordinary clothes at the moment. Even though she was in a different room to Ryan her clothes, or lack of them, still made her constantly aware of herself as a sex thing.

She looked in the fridge and cupboards and to her surprise found he had bought some pork chops. The rest of the fridge was beer and a bottle of vodka. The freezer had what she imagined he normally ate, variously different shaped pieces of battered or breaded chicken, frozen sausages, burgers etc.

She baked the chops with some oven chips, peas and instant gravy granules. They ate on the sofa off the two side tables. Ryan went in the kitchen and brought back two coffees and some choc rolls. The rest of the evening went like a normal evening. Ryan had put his jeans back on to eat and afterwards they discussed what film to stream. He put his arm round her and she thought it wise to cuddle into him. He didn’t even drink much. Just two bottles. Sometimes he groped a breast or slid his hand up to feel her cunt, she made sure she parted her legs for him, but otherwise a fairly normal evening.

After the second film he kissed and groped her a little as boyfriend/girlfriend do and then they went to bed. Here he fucked her fairly normally before going to sleep. It was clearly all for him. He would squeeze her breasts or vagina to make her moan in pain while he kissed her and when he fucked her it was so he could come not her, but based on the afternoon’s activities she regarded this as almost normal.

Ryan wanted to pace himself. He too was aware tomorrow might be a long day.

Hayley was going to stay awake and see if she could escape, but was so exhausted fell asleep before Ryan.

Next day started with him waking her by pulling her towards him by her nipple so she was lying facing him and then pushing her down to suck his dick. He made her go down and suck his balls and then the skin between his ass and his balls. It smelt and tasted a little of shit, but not enough to be more than unpleasant. She grimaced and got down to it, glad to suck his cock again afterwards to get rid of the taste.

When he finally tired of this he pulled her up by her hair, put an arm around her and pulled her head into his neck. He squeezed her nipple and twisted it to get a few moans now and then, but on the whole was content to relax for a while and feel her skin against his. When he felt restless he put his hand on her hand and guided it to his dick and told her to make it hard so he could fuck her. She could use her other hand to masturbate and make herself wet for him. After all she couldn’t expect him to do all the work. Hayley complied and he rolled her onto her side to take her from behind. This was possibly the first time since she had arrived that something actually felt pleasant. He shot a small load into her and pushed her down to clean off his slimey cock and balls. Hayley found this both humiliating and unpleasant, but submissively went down to take the soft slimy worm thing into her mouth and clean it off. Next as yesterday he cleaned out her cunt with his fingers and made her suck that up too.

“I normally have cereal,” he said when she had finished sucking the fifth lot of goo off his fingers, “but I thought as you were coming we could have bacon and egg. Go and make it will you.” Hayley hesitated as she didn’t know what she was to wear.

“Now,” he said, so she got up and made it naked. Hot fat spat out of the frying pan onto her breasts and stomach making her flinch and tense. There was a small table and four plastic kitchen chairs in the otherwise small kitchen. She put the food on plates and put them on the table. She thought about putting the skimpy clothes on and escaping, but he had said she would not be able to open or go through the door without his permission. She had no reason to doubt it and shook just at the thought of another punishment.

“It’s ready,” she said back in the bedroom, then suddenly remembered, “master.” God how could she nearly forget already.

“Yeah lets have it in the living room. Oh and some coffee.”

She put the kettle on and took the plates into the living room putting one on each dilapidated side table, quickly made the coffee and brought it in. Ryan had pulled on the same T-shirt and jeans as yesterday though not bothered with socks. He turned on Youtube on the TV and played a pranks video. Hayley bent to eat.

“I don’t remember saying you got to eat.” Her knife and fork froze in the air and she looked at him with startled eyes. She didn’t know what to say. After a moment she put her knife and fork back down on the plate.

“No, I’m only kidding,” he laughed, “you can eat.”

Hayley said nothing. Just his prank she guessed. Normally she would have told someone off for this kind of thing, but for now she just had to eat humble pie and be grateful she was allowed to eat at all, even if it was naked.

“Will you be having me naked all day master?” It was supposed to be a critical comment but having to put the word master at the end of every sentence made everything sound submissive instead. As if it was only being said to please him.

“Probably not. We’ll see. We might go out.”

Out? Wearing that top and skirt? She would die with embarrassment. Then she perked up. She might be able to escape.

“Now for some morning exercise,” said Ryan surprisingly when they had finished the coffee.

“You do morning exercise master?”

“No need to sound so surprised but no, actually I was thinking of you.”

“M’m.”

“I’ll show you how its done. We can do it together to begin with. It’ll tone your muscles. Do you do yoga?”

“No master,” she said warily.

“We’ll do some of that as well. Makes you bendy.”

“Do I need to be bendy master?”

“Oh yes.”

“Right so first we lie on our front. Move the tables out of the way.”

A servant and a slave or were they the same? She cleared the tables out of the way and lay on the floor. The clothed man and the naked girl. He showed her the following sequence which she copied.

Four push ups. See her tits hang down then flatten as they pushed into the dirty carpet. Roll onto back and four sit ups from hands stretched above the head to hands touching the toes. Lie on her back and do three rolls to left and right. Stand up. Four arms from the side to meeting above the head. Watch the tits rise and fall. Turn to face the wall away from the couch and bend straight legged 6 times to touch toes. She had her back to the couch so her cunt was displayed with each bend.

Hayley began to get the idea. This was not so much exercise as her showing anybody on the couch her various bits in different positions. This was confirmed when the next exercise was turn to face the sofa and do four squats holding the squat position for three seconds before rising. Finally her back to the sofa again on all fours and push the pelvis back six times.

“For the abdominal muscles,” he said. Yeah she thought.

“Now you try. I’ll remind which one comes next.” He sat on the sofa and leant back to watch her.

She began. At least she didn’t have a duster in her hand. She moved through the exercises easily and gracefully. When she finished the backward pelvic thrusts on all fours which made her look as if she was practising fucking Ryan said “crawl over here.,” and opened his legs. She crawled between them.

“Now nuzzle and kiss my crotch.” She kissed the bulge in his jeans and nuzzled the area with her mouth and nose.

“A girl often likes a reward after exercising and what better place to get a reward than from a penis.”

Hayley said nothing. She had worked out the best way to handle things was to say things in her head. Ha, ha, ha she thought sarcastically.

When Ryan had watched her enough, a slight smile playing on his lips he pulled her off by the hair and tapped the sofa. Like an obedient dog she got on it.

“What shoud we do now? I gotta give it to you the house is looking better. Tell you what, you put the chain and bells on and then give this room a hoover, then I’ll give you a caning and we can drive out somewhere. Say thank you.”

“Thank you master.”

Hayley went to the drawer and took out the chain with the nipple clamps and the two bells. She was shocked at the range of other sex toys in there, but closed the drawer hurriedly before she had to think about it. She saw how the clamps screwed down and put them on, then the bells.

“You can do tighter than that. Turn them till they hurt.”

Hayley turned until her nipples had flattened and felt uncomfortable.

“Do they hurt?”

“Yes master.”

“Do another half turn on each. Remember, I’m watching.”

Hayley did as she was told and let out a small moan and grimaced. It hurt. She looked at him to see if he was satisfied. He smiled and nodded. She went to get the cylinder hoover and hoovered the room. The chain swayed hurting her nipples through the clamps and the bells jingled. Ryan watched her tits jiggle and ass bend and considerately lifted his legs when she got to the sofa. When she had finished and put the hoover away, from the sideboard cupboard he took a straight piece of bamboo that he had bought in a plant store and put her across his knee as he had when he had spanked her. Hayley began trembling. She was almost crying already. Her mind now was no longer filled with sarcastic thoughts, just fear.

Ryan stroked her smooth butt cheeks then gave them a reassuring few pats. A naked girl across your lap trembling with fear, but willing to let you do whatever you want, who could want for more?

“Don’t worry. It won’t be like yesterday,” and then he brought the cane down.

Splat! A line of fire erupted across her cheeks.

“Aaaaaah.” God no, she thought. Not like yesterday. Worse……

Ryan paused to stroke her cheeks again and wait for the welt to come up.

Splat!

“Aaaaah,” she cried out again. A pause for the pain to sink in before another splat and another cry of agony.

“Not many more.”

Hayley was holding back the tears. As long as she didn’t cry she could keep control. Maybe earn his respect. She couldn’t stop shouting out though as each stroke came down. Ryan gave her eight. Eight hard stinging strokes. As hard as the sitting position allowed. He looked at the double tram lines all spaced with a satisfied smile and a big dick. Haley had felt it rising as he went along. Getting pleasure from her pain. There were tears in her eyes and it hurt like hell, but she had endured it without breaking. She wasn’t the mess she had been yesterday.

Ryan of course had not intended to break her this time. He wanted her to feel her ass hurting while they were out. The pain from the cane would last a while.

“Stand up and stand in front of me with your hands behind your head elbows back, feet wide.”

Hayley hauled herself off the sofa and stood in front of him in the prescribed manner. Ryan looked at her beautiful body. Tits correctly displayed, cunt a little parted. The soft blonde hairs hid nothing with her crack extending about an inch up on her mound, her labia clearly visible. How he’d like to turn those red. Her face was taut and tight and he could tell there were held back tears. She was trembling slightly.

“Turn around and bend your back in a bit. It’ll emphasise your tits and ass for me better.”

Such a great ass.

“Let’s go to the mirror.” He took her into the bedroom so she could look over her shoulder and see the eight double tram lines across her peach like globes. It was still obvious on her face that it hurt like hell. He gave her tit a grope and said, “right put on your clothes and we’ll drive somewhere for a walk.” He nodded towards the skirt and top on the floor near the bed so there could be no mistake what clothes he meant.

“I can’t go out in those master,” she faltered.

“Of course you can,” he said breezily, “you won’t be meeting anyone you know. We’re going for a walk in the countryside so you may not meet anyone. Put them on. You don’t want to spend the afternoon being punished again do you?”

“No master but…..” Hayley stopped, “...but they’re not decent.” My god she sounded such a prude! Yet she was right. Not even a prostitute would go out wearing such clothes with nothing beneath them.

“They cover you. I’m not after us being arrested.”

“But my boobs show through completely.” She nearly forgot. “Master.”

“Not completely, though it’ll make any men/boys who see you ogle a bit. You should be pleased you’re making them happy. And for free. Put them on and don’t argue,” he said more firmly, picked up some socks and left the room. His coat and shoes were near the door.

Hayley stood in pain and indecision. How could she go out in these trollop clothes. She’d die of embarrassment. Yet if she didn’t… She was still biting her lip from the stripes on her butt. She felt tears spring to her eyes as she looked at the top on the floor. And what if the wind blew. Her lower half would be exposed too.

“I’ll count to ten,” Ryan shouted from next door, “one…..”

Hayley’s fear overcame her embarrassment and she quickly pulled them both on, grabbed her shoes and walked quickly into the living room.

“Five,” he stopped, “good. Be a shame to ruin such a nice afternoon.”

Hayley sat to put her shoes on and they left. Ryan had opened the door and said “you can go through now.” What Hayley did not know were the other commands he had embedded into her sub-conscious.

She had a prohibition on speaking to anyone or doing anything except keep a straight face or smile if other people were around. She would only feel secure if she was near him. The further away she got from him the more insecure and anxious she would become until real fear would overcome her like a phobia and she would have to run back to him. Her maximum distance would be 5 metres. The only exception would be if she was going to a toilet. She would feel insecure but not to the extent of fear. It would be unpleasant though and she would want to get back to him as soon as she could. She would obey any order that began “Hayley I order...”. This was a fallback position if he needed to take direct control of her. With these safeguards in place and a shoulder bag of necessary trinkets Ryan was sure they were going to have an enjoyable time. He certainly would.

Hypnotising Hayley Chapter Five

Hayley becomes a dog

Ryan had driven them to the local country park with woods and long walks, but first he took her into the inside coffee area. Hayley coloured up and just wanted to die. She stuck close to Ryan and tried to keep her back to the room as they went to the counter to get some toasted sandwiches, cake and coffee. Dressed differently it might have been a pleasant experience, dressed as she was it was a nightmare.

Ryan paid and went to an empty table near the side. Hayley followed tight behind his back to try and hide herself. She got a few surprised glances but no-one openly stared at her clearly outlined and wobbling breasts. At least it was a civilised place she thought. God knows what would have happened if he’d taken her to one of the parks or pubs near the estates. The young boy at the till had stared at her tits as if mesmerised even though she had been trying to hide behind Ryan.

Ryan chose a small two seater table away from the room sides. This gave anyone who wanted to an ample opportunity to enjoy the site of her thighs. He noticed she sat down carefully obviously still feeling the stripes on her butt.

“You look a bit flushed,” he said. Hayley said nothing but went even redder.

“What d’you think of the place?”

“It’s very nice Master,” she said quietly.

“No need to say Master now. Lets just pretend its an ordinary date eh?”

“Right m…,” she stopped herself. How quickly things became habit forming. She wanted to eat as quickly as possible and get out, but Ryan was in no hurry. She could have sworn he was the slowest eater she had ever met. He talked about some recent films and TV programs, but Hayley couldn’t concentrate and found difficulty saying anything sensible. After what seemed hours, but was actually only thirty minutes they finished. As they left a 6 year old boy at a table near the door, loudly said, “Mum, that girl’s got no bra.”

Everyone looked at her. She flushed beetroot and felt tears rising up.

“Shush Barry. It’s rude to talk about people,” his mum replied.

Somehow, everyone was staring at her bouncing boobs and clearly outlined nipples. Hayley made the three remaining steps to the door and escaped into the air. They turned sharply away from the childrens’ play area and headed into the woods. Ryan’s shoulder bag jumped up and down on his hip, Hayley’s tits jumped up and down on her chest. An old couple were slowly walking back as they started down the path. She could see the old man casting glances at her out of the corner of his eye. When they had passed she heard him say to his wife, “well, that’s a site for sore eyes eh Betty?”

“You’re a pervert that’s what you are,” she replied lightly. For Hayley it seemed like it was going to never end. They passed some boys on bicycles who definitely stared, a family with a dog and two other couples whom she heard whispering after they had passed. Eventually Ryan took her off the main path and they went through a pretty meadow with long grass and flowers.

“Lets run like lovers do in the movies.”

She was pulled along with him as he skipped through the grass only aware of her bouncing boobs in this horrendous parody. After that he pulled her down and began kissing her. A hand went under her top to fondle and squeeze her. Later he ran it up her skirt to grope her pussy.

“You see why it’s called a pussy when you go out with a girl with some hair on.”

Hayley said nothing and soon he was back at her boob. He was not romantically stroking and kissing her so much as just constantly feeling her up. When his hands went to her butt and he pushed his hands over her stripes it hurt. When he’d had enough of romance he pulled her up and they carried on. She wanted to run away but was aware she couldn’t. If he got too far away she felt anxious and compelled to catch up with him.

Hand in hand they walked through the wood to the clearing he used to take Nicola.

“Okay now I want to play Doggy.”

“Doggy?”

“Yeah. I act as if I’m your owner, which o’ course I am and you act like my doggy.”

“Fine,” Hayley sighed knowing she had no choice. She was beginning to feel as if she really did belong to him.

“First we’ll start with a light spanking as I think it helps you to feel owned if you have a bit of a feeling in your ass to remind you.”

“Really.”

“Yeah, so take your clothes off and get across my knee.”

“Somebody might come!” Hayley felt herself going red again. Jesus she was getting embarrassed like some school girl. She really didn’t want any more embarrassment like in the cafe.

“Nobody comes here. It’s too far off the beaten track. If they did I’m sure they would quickly walk away. Don’t argue. Do it,” he said firmly.

When she still stood there eyes big and frightened he shouted “take them off!” He strode over to her and pulled her top upwards, her arms were pulled up and after a brief tug on her chin it was off. Before she could react he’d squatted and pulled her skirt to her ankles. He gave her a push so she fell on her back and pulled them off. Hayley’s legs hung in the air a moment showing her cunt before flopping back to the ground. Ryan took the clothes with him to the log and said “now crawl over here and get across my lap,” then after a pause, “Doggy.”

Hayley really really didn’t want to do it, yet what could she do. She wondered if she screamed. She hadn’t done anything in the cafe. Probably couldn’t. She could try and run but he must have foreseen that. At least he did say a light spanking. If he could be believed. Before they came out he’d said they wouldn’t meet anyone. What was wrong with the guy? Why did he want to do these things?

Hayley, looking at the ground, crawled slowly on hands and knees towards him.

“Say woof woof and lift your head up to look at me when you’re crawling. I like to see your eyes.”

What he meant was he liked to see her beaten, defeated eyes.

She raised her head.

“Woof, woof.”

Keep saying it.

“Woof, woof.” Hayley gave it a five second pause and then “woof, woof.”

She had reached his feet and he leaned down to pull her arm and get her across his knees. It was such a beautiful behind. A spanker’s delight he imagined. Not big and floppy. Not flat but nicely rounded. The way we like ‘em, he thought and brought his hand down for the first satisfying splat. The stripes from the cane had gone. It was just waiting to be turned red again. Right cheek, left cheek. Right cheek, left cheek. A satisfying slapping sound with each blow. A judder and wobble from each cheek, a judder and wriggle from Hayley.

He spanked her until her gasps turned to small mews. A cat. She was supposed to be a dog. Ryan smirked. Time to let her go. That would be a nice warm soreness now and was a pretty deep pink for him to look at as she crawled and scampered around.

“Right,” he said, “now I want you to fetch the stick I’m going to throw. You’re to stay on all fours but do it as fast as possible. You can raise your body up so you can scamper on your feet and hands instead of just your knees. You should drop to your knees in between. When you bring it back kneel and sit up like a dog and I will take it out of your mouth. Then lick my feet and turn around ass up head on the floor and waggle your butt to show you’re ready for the next one. I’ll throw it and then belt your ass for you to start.

“You really think this will get me to like you?” asked Hayley.

Ryan looked puzzled.

“I’ve never really thought about you liking me. Its whether I like you. And I like you if you do and be whatever I tell you to do and be. So get in position unless you want a whipping.”

Haley turned around put her ass in the air and chin on the ground so she could see where the stick went.

“Wiggle it.”

Hayley wiggled it. Well, she knew where she stood now. Nowhere.

“Kneel and face me.” She did. From his bag Ryan took out a simple black leather dog collar and fixed it around her neck. He gave her the nipple clamps with chain and told her to put it on and then he hung the bells from it as before. He gave each clamp an extra turn to make sure they were tight enough and then drew out a new toy. It was a bell that clamped onto the septum of her nose. He adjusted it so it would be tight enough to not fall off, but only be slightly uncomfortable.

“Okay. Now wiggle it!” Hayley stuck her ass in the air, head on the ground as before and wiggled. Ryan lubricated a butt plug with a tail.”

“You need a tail so I’m about to put one up your butt hole. Don’t struggle. Relax your muscles. It won’t hurt.” Hayley went tense but somehow maintained her position without rebelling. God if she rebelled….. no, she couldn’t face it. Better the butt plug even though she had never experienced one before. Ryan inserted it reasonably gently. Hayley moaned a bit, but it finally snapped into place and she re-took her position.

“Wiggle.”

She wiggled.

He threw the stick about 10 metres across the 15 metre clearing and brought his belt, which he had taken out of his trousers, down on her ass hard enough to sting.

“Go!”

Hayley’s back legs straightened to give him a good view of the split peach of her cunt and like some awkward four legged spider she scampered and jingled after it on her toes and hands. She could feel the tail brushing across her ass cheeks as she scampered. She kept her legs straight while she bent her head to pick it up and scampered back to him with it in her teeth. She knelt in front of him and looked up at him.

“Good dog,” he said taking the stick, “say woof woof after I take the stick and don’t forget to lick my feet a couple of times.”

“Woof woof.”

She knelt down to to give his dirty shoes a couple of licks setting off the ringing of her nose bell nicely then turned around to present her ass again and wiggle. She guessed the humiliating wiggle was just to get her to ask to be hit.

“This stroke will be harder because you didn’t do it fast enough,” he said, threw the stick and lashed her hard. Hayley gasped as the pain landed on what was already sore from the spanking and shot off, to bring it back. She scampered as hard as she could. Could she sink much lower she thought.

Hayley went back and forth fetching the stick, jingling, wiggling her ass, waving her tail and getting the belt for some time. She was getting puffed out, breathing hard and her hands and toes were getting sore from the constant contact with the grass and earth. When she returned to Ryan now he noticed her chest heaving up and down. Her face was smeared a little with earth and there were loose parts of leaves and grass in the lower parts of her hair. He liked her breathing hard through her mouth. It made her seem more doglike. He gave her a few minutes rest and then announced they would change to a ball now. He pulled a small four centimetre black rubber ball from his pocket.

“Assume position.”

Whack!

And off she went to nuzzle in the grass to find the ball. Finding the ball was more difficult than the stick as after landing it would continue rolling unseen and several times she got a very hard belt that brought tears to her eyes for being too slow. Ryan of course was deliberately throwing the ball to try and put her off. As the pink of her spanking disappeared it was replaced by the wide crisscrossing red marks of his belt. Kneeling and looking up to him for the 15^th time Hayley was gasping for air. Her cheeks were tinged red to match her ass and her tits rose and fell as she puffed gently rocking the bells on her chain.. Her big green eyes looked up at Ryan helplessly. He could see she couldn’t do much more. He stroked her cheek and patted her on the head.

“Well done dog Hayley,” he said, “but I think that’s enough of that for now. Did you enjoy it?”

Hayley glared at him balefully.

“As there are no people around you can call me master again. Say yes master and thank you master and say it submissively.

Hayley made a big effort to control herself. Her heart was breaking with humiliation and embarrassment and the way he could just do anything he liked to her with the constant threat of fierce over the top punishment. Trying to sound as submissive as possible she managed to gasp out between breaths “yes Master. Th, thank you Master. A tear dropped down one cheek.

“We’ll go for a walk and you can mark your territory. Look I’ve taken a few pics while you’ve been busy. He knelt next to her and showed her some of the pictures he had taken. He wanted her to see what she looked like. From the back, legs straight or slightly bent, spread showing her cunt. From the side showing her tail, hanging tits and bells and from the front kneeling showing her earth smudged face and nose and chain bells. Hayley held back the tears. But if she thought her humiliation and pain was over she was being optimistic. From the bag Ryan took out a black leather lead to match her collar and attached it.

“Right follow me.”

He walked towards the perimiter as she crawled by his heel. Oh my god no, she thought in horror, he can’t be leading me into the wood. Other people. But he stopped at the perimeter and began walking around it counter clockwise. This put her on the outside. When they came to the first tree he said, “right, lift your leg and do a little piss on this tree trunk.”

She looked up at him questioningly.

“You’re a dog aren’t you? Literally my bitch so you’ll want to mark your territory like a dog. We’ll be coming back here. You’ll want to know it’s yours.”

“I’m not sure I can Master.”

“You’d better,” he detached the belt and brought it singing down on her back. Hayley screamed and nearly fell.

“Now lift that leg and piss. You can rest you knee or whatever on the tree. Come on bitch or do you want another one?”

Once again impelled by fear Hayley crawled sideways and lifted her leg to rest her shin on the tree. She closed her eyes and tried to relax enough for wee to come out. It took eight long seconds, but finally her piss came out in a surge splashed against the bark and herself and ran down to the ground.

“Stop.”

She squeezed her muscles tight before too much headed in her direction and put her knee back on the ground. Ryan marched on, Hayley crawling behind. They went round the perimeter stopping six times for her to piss her mark on a tree. Some of her piss had dripped down her thigh and some had splashed on her as it rebounded from the tree. When they were back at the first tree Hayley heaved a sigh of relief. Ryan smiled.

“Now you check it’s yours and is okay.” He pulled her by the lead so her head was next to the damp tree with a wet patch at its base.

“Sniff it and lick it.”

Hayley recoiled in horror.

“You’re a fucking dog, now sniff it and lick it.” he grabbed the back of her head and pushed her face against the wet patch. Tentatively Hayley sniffed and poked out the tip of her tongue to touch it. It was the first time she had tasted wee. It was the thought of what it was rather than the slightly unpleasant taste.

“If it’s yours say woof.”

“Woof,” she said disconsolately.

“On to the next.” And so to her mortification they went around again her heeling on the lead to sniff and taste each deposit and say woof. After this he lead her back to the log.

“I don’t know about you but all this has left me feeling horny.”

He took off her lead, collar and various accessories so as he put it , “I can feel your tits properly,” and took out her tail. He was pleased to see her ass gaped a bit showing the butt plug had done its job. He sat her on his lap and began squeezing her tits. He was feeling very horny by this stage and in no mood to go slow. He began the deep throat kissing, one hand round her head holding her in position, the other hand roaming between mauling her tits and slapping, squeezing and poking fingers up her cunt. He pulled his T-shirt up to feel her skin against his and told her to undo his zip and feel his cock.

“Play with me, make me want to fuck you.”

The last thing Hayley wanted was to be ‘fucked’ but knew she had no choice. She pushed her hand down and began stroking and squeezing his dick. She felt it harden even further.

“That’s it baby, make it big and hard so you’ll really feel it when I push it in you.”

He bent his head to bite on her tits. Hayley squirmed and cried out which encouraged him to bite even harder. When he pulled off he did it in a way that scraped her tits with his teeth to get a final agonised moan before ramming his tongue back down her throat.

His fingers had made her juice, which seemed automatic if she had anything actually in her vagina. He pulled two slimy fingers out and slipped them into her asshole. The butt plug had done its work. Hayley gasped in surprise and shock as he pumped them in and out. He pulled them out lent back and slapped her tits back and forth, then slapped her left cheek a few times. Kissed her and squeezed her tit so she screamed into his throat. Brought his left hand back from her head and slapped her right cheek then suddenly pulled her arm so she slid off him. He twirled her round and lent her over the log. The scratchy bark bit into her stomach and breasts. He pushed his trousers down and rammed into her cunt. Each time he rammed forward it pushed the breath out of her and rubbed her breasts on the bark. He pulled out and reached for something from his bag on the floor. Face down she couldn’t see what was to come. He was putting lubricant on his dick and then had a small flogger. Grabbing her by one side while he held his cock with the other he suddenly rammed into her ass.

Hayley made such a piercing scream he actually released her side to put his hand over her mouth. It can’t have hurt that much he thought as he pulled back and plunged into the tight hole again. Her sphincter gripped him. Like an ass virgin’s should. He was using the hand over her mouth to pull her head back and hold her in position while he rutted her. Hayley tried to scream no into his hand but it only came out muffled. Suddenly there was a stinging pain on her back and then more and more as Ryan, carried away now, rained a series of unending blows from the flogger on her back while his hips pushed forward and back like a jackhammer. Her sphincter was certainly expanded now.

He kept going ten minutes. He could last much longer in an ass as it didn’t grip him down the hole tube like a cunt. He had to pull well back and push well in to make the most use of the tight sphincter which in turn caused Hayley more pain. He pushed violently in and out, the flogger came down again and again, she thought he was going to break her neck with the pushing of his hand against her mouth. She could hardly breath and her green eyes were bulging with shock and pain. After ten minutes of this animal threshing Ryan came. She felt his cock throbbing and felt the warm semen shoot into her bowels.

Oh God. Oh God. She cried in her head only to be cruelly mocked by Ryan shouting, “Oh God baby that was good..Whew, God!”

He collapsed on top of her. Her back stung all over and was an almost uniform red he had struck so many strokes. Her breasts hurt like hell from the rubbing on the bark of the log and her stomach wasn’t much better. Her neck and asshole hurt. She hurt all over. As much as this her heart and mind hurt knowing she had been so crudely and cruelly buggered. Not a person anymore but just a plaything for some sadistic madman.

Ryan only rested a minute. His cock still half hard he pulled out with a plop, spun her round, pushed her to her knees and said,”now clean it cunt.”

Hayley hadn’t recovered her senses, her mind still in a spin but she enough to know she was not going to do this. She was not going to eat her own shit.

“No,” she screamed, “no I won’t. How can you be so disgusting.”

He was pushing it against her mouth.

“I don’t want my dick smelling from your ass. Clean it. Open your mouth. Now!”

“No, no, I can’t. I won’t,” Hayley said through tears. She was struggling to get away from him but he was holding her hair, pulling on it to force her forward and she couldn’t resist anything he tried to do to her. However she could resist doing anything to him. Ryan pulled her head back and slapped her. Forehand, backhand. Forehand, backhand. This made her cry more. She lost focus trying to turn her head back and forth away from the smelly dick which was rubbing across her sealed lips and cheeks as she turned this way and that.

“No. No. I won’t,” she said using her whole body to jerk away and using her hands to try and loosen his grip on her hair, “I won’t,” she sobbed brokenly.

Ryan through her to one side by her hair and she fell into a sobbing mess on the grass.

“You’ve done it now girl,” he said as he pulled his Y-fronts and jeans back up. She heard the zip pulled up. She didn’t care. She didn’t care. She was not doing that. She wasn’t ever.” She didn’t care if she hurt all over. She didn’t care what he did. She wasn’t going to do it.

Hayley sobbed uncontrollably for five minutes as Ryan watched her from the log. When he thought she seemed to be recovering he lifted her up to her feet and hugged her.

“Okay, time to go. I’ll deal with you when we get back. Put your clothes back on.”

Still red eyed and crying Hayley found the top and skirt and pulled them on. The top hurt her sore breasts and back. Each time she took a step it rubbed. Her anus hurt with each step too. Her face and hair felt a mess. She would have walked away bare footed if Ryan had not reminded her of her shoes. She sat on the grass, put them on and they left.

Hand in hand Ryan took her to a pond and cleaned up her face. He had a big comb in his bag and combed the knots and debris out of her golden blonde hair. He looked at her asshole. There was just a small amount of sperm leaking out, nothing to worry about. He took her hand and they walked silently back to the car. As they passed the cafe area Hayley, fearful of the punishment awaiting her, made a break for the cafe. She could get help. Get him locked up. After only a few steps she slowed to a walk. It felt like agoraphobia. The further she got from him the more scared she was of her surroundings. Two more steps and she realised he had installed some kind of phobia in her. A phobia of being away from him! In desperation she tried to cry out for help, but she couldn’t do that either. She couldn’t speak. She stood helplessly.

“Come on,” Ryan called to her in a friendly fashion knowing exactly what was going on. She turned to look at him. He moved one pace down the path away from her. Her anxiety level reached fever pitch. She took a step toward him and it eased to bad. Defeated, her heart sinking to new depths, she returned to him. The anxiety left.

“What would have happened if I had kept going?” she asked him.

“You couldn’t,” he said recognising she had figured it out, “you’d be just so full of fear you would have to run back to me. Its like severe agoraphobia. You may get a few paces outside the door but then you’ll have to run back in again.

She didn’t ask him why she couldn’t speak, she knew it was something he’d done.

Hayley was so full of pain, emotionally and physically that she scarcely noticed her surroundings during the rest of the walk back to the car. A few people looked at her, but not at her face but at her clearly outlined bouncing tits and nice thighs. Hayley was so wrapped up in her own misery that she scarcely noticed.

Going back Hayley sat in the front of the car in abject misery. Ryan had made her lift her skirt so she was sitting on her bare behind. As she slowly came to her senses, this and the soreness and pains in her body only emphasised what was about to happen. What he was going to do to her.

All this effort and she had failed at the end. He was going to punish her badly she knew. The nearer they came to the house the more depressed she became. Why hadn’t she just done it? Yet she couldn’t. She knew she couldn’t.

As Ryan went through the door of the bungalow, she hesitated on the doorstep, too scared to actually cross the threshold. She began trembling. Ryan pulled her in by the arm and threw her towards the couch. She looked as if she’d been about to have a nervous fit. He went to the kitchen to make them both some coffee.

Then it would be time to break her.