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One Way Ticket
by Theresa C.
Please write me Theresa
1
She sat staring at the computer screen, her stomach knotted. Her online Master waiting for her response. He had
just told her that it was time they meet; He had everything arranged for her for next week. Tickets were waiting at the
airport, He’d have a car waiting in the parking garage with directions to His place, she didn’t even need to pack anything.
All that was left was for her to say yes. Her mind was running a mile a minute…was she ready for this, was it safe,
would she please him. Closing her eyes, she berated her self for the panic, knowing that they had both planned for this
moment for over a year. Taking a deep breath she opened her eyes and with shaky hands typed, ‘yes Master.”
The next week she walked out of her house blushing from head to toe. He had sent her an outfit that he wished her
to wear on the plane. She actually cried when she had looked in the mirror before leaving. Four inch red fuck me pumps,
thin black stockings, a red gauze skirt so short it didn’t even cover the round of her ass, black glitter thong, two silver
glittery star stickers covering her nipples, and a red see through blouse….the first 4 buttons left undone per his
instructions. The heavy makeup and cheap perfume only added to the effect. She positively reeked hooker.
She spent the cab ride to the airport wishing that he had at least sent the tickets with the outfit so she wouldn’t
have to parade around going ticket counter to ticket counter trying to get them. As she entered the airport she could feel
the eyes on her, the mothers disapproving stares, the men’s hungry gazes; she couldn’t even raise her eyes as she talked to
the ticket woman. She just took her tickets and sat down, her purse on her lap trying to use it to cover some of her
nudity, small as it was.
She was relived to finally hear her flight called only to go to the gate jumbled in the crowd of people trying to get
on. She fought back tears as she felt a hand reaching under her skirt, grasping and squeezing at her barely covered private
areas. She almost pulled out of the crowd to wait and get on after everyone else but the idea of walking on the plane when
everyone else was seated and watching her kept her pushing and shoving through the crowd.
Fortunately the plane ride was uneventful. She did have the urge to use the bathroom but didn’t dare; deciding
waiting was a better option. After getting off the plane she was backed into a wall by a group of young men, grasping her
tits and making lewd comments. She looked around for a way to get away and was relieved to see an airport security
officer heading their way. “Break it up, move along.” He said as the men disappointedly moved on. “Miss, we can’t have
you working in the airport, go out to the bus and cab depots with the other girls.” He said with disdain. As his words
sunk in she burst into tears and ran for the nearest rest room, sitting in a stall sobbing, the latest humiliation just too much
to bare.
After awhile she pulled herself together, touching up her whore make-up and heading for the parking garage. As
she got on the elevator, she checked the list of instructions in her purse; pushing the button for level four she read the
description of the car on last time before stuffing the paper back in her purse. The elevator doors opened and she stepped
out walking forward. Without warning and hand was covering her mouth jerking her back. She tried to scream and thrash
away but quickly her limbs were grabbed by other hands and she was drug backwards.
“Your security guard can’t save you here, can he slut?” one of the men asked as she was tossed into the back of a
van. Terror filled her as she realized that these were the men from the airport. She pushed herself forward banging and
pounding on the back door, screaming for help. The men laughed as three of them climbed into the back with her and the
third started it and got in moving.
She turned backing against the door, away from the men advancing on her. “Please” she whimpered, “please,
don’t.” tears dripping down her face.
One of the men chuckled, moving forward pressing his body against hers, pushing her against the door of the van,
“Don’t what baby?” His hands running up and down her body then grabbing the front of her shirt and easily tearing the
flimsy material from her. She sobbed her hands automatically trying to cover herself. He laughed out loud at this, “Don’t
worry baby we’ll see enough of you before we’re done.” He leans forward his body pressing hard against hers biting her
neck and kissing her violently on the mouth as she tries to turn her head away or push him off. He backs off as she feels
the van slow to a stop, the back door opens and she’s pulled out by her hair into and dirty little garage. Almost
immediately she bent over a car hood, her skirt and thong ripped off of her, her stockings torn to shreds.
She bucks and thrashes, screaming as she feels a cock pressing against her. Pounding her hands into the hood of
the car, sobbing as he enters her with one thrust and pounds away at her fast and violently, pulling her hair grasping and
kneading her breasts, pulling at her nipples as one of the stickers falls off. Pulling out he shoots his load all over her back.
Over the next hour each has own way with her as she drug around the garage fucked with her face in a puddle of oil, up
against a work bench and in every other imaginable position each man depositing his cum on her body, mixing with her
sweat and tears. Finally the man who had originally ripped her shirt off approaches, smacking her hard across the face
knocking her sprawled to the floor. Grasping a handful of hair and pulling her up to her knees. “Suck it bitch,” he says as
his hard cock brushes against her lips. She parts her lips but has little chance to try to suck it even if she wanted as he
grabs her ears and fucks her mouth jerking her head back and forth, pulling back shooting all over her face and walking
away leaving her kneeling, sobbing cum dripping from her face, and caked to the rest of her body.
The door in front of her opens and she hears a voice she recognizes, “My, my what a dirty little slut you are.”
She raises her cum covered face, looking into the eyes of her Master. Bursting into tears she crawls towards him, too
happy to see someone she knows to even contemplate what he just put her through. “Ah, ah, not just yet.” He says
stepping back and nodding his head at one of the men. She shrieks as the blast of cold water hits her. She turns
scampering backwards trying to avoid the icy painful flow of water but the hose follows her as they take turns til her
whole body is clean and red from the force and cold. Her last sticker and her streaked makeup washed away the hose is
finally turned off and her master approaches her. “Shame I never got to see your outfit, but I’m sure I can arrange it
another time” as he kneels in front of her sobbing form, touching her here and there, then helping her to her feet. Her
body growing weak she passes out in his arms and he carries her in to the house.
When she wakes up she is all alone in a small scantly furnished bedroom. Seeing that she’s completely nude the
events of the previous day come back to her and she heads for the door determined to let him know that she wouldn’t take
it and leave. A few steps from the bed she’s jerked back abruptly by her neck landing on her ass. Her hands flying up to
her throat feeling a large iron collar locked to her neck, feeling along it she can tell that it’s hooked to a large chain leading
back towards the bed. Now more angry than scared she sits back down on the bed covering herself with the blankets to
wait until he comes to get her. She’d just tell him that this wasn’t what she wanted and demand he let her go.
After what seemed like forever she still sits alone in the bedroom. She’s hungry, has to use the bathroom and is
starting to feel more than a bit worried. Boredom getting the better of her she decides to take the few steps the chain
would allow her to a large mirror fastened to the wall by the bed. Gasping at what she sees in front of her. Half of her
face is covered in a nasty green and blue bruise from where she was smacked. In fact her whole body was covered in
bruises and scrapes. Her hair stringy and limp from her hose down. Her eyes still a bit red and puffy from crying. And
that huge ugly collar padlocked to her neck. Tears form in her eyes as the reality of all that’s happened to her finally hits
her. She sinks to the ground in front of the mirror, her face buried in her hands, whimpering and sniffling.
When he walks in a few moments later the rage finally boils over in her and she lunges at him. Pulled back by the
collar, she settles for screaming “Let me go, you bastard.” He leans against the wall watching her until she calms down.
“Let you go where, my dear? This is where you belong.”
“Let me go, I want to go home. This is not what I wanted you sick bastard.” She demands. Backing up to the bed
she grabs one of the blankets and wraps her self up with it. “Give me my clothes so I can go home.”
“You don’t seem to understand, I’m afraid. This is your home. You won’t be going back to that place.” With
that he walks over, tearing the blankets from her, taking the pillows, walking around the room tearing the curtains down,
grabbing the small pile of towels and throwing them all out the door of the room. “Try to cover yourself from me now
slut” he growls, “the sooner you accept this the better off you’ll be.” And with that he leaves, she hears a bolt locking on
the door.
Looking around the now brightened room she sees the now stripped bed, an open closet completely empty and a
wooden stool. She flops down face first on the bed, yelling and screaming her fists pounding against it, her feet kicking.
As her tantrum subsides she curls into a little ball staring at the wall wondering what will come next.
When he comes back in she hasn’t moved. He sits on the edge of the bed stroking her hair, running his fingers over
her cheek. “I’ve waited a very long time to get you here my pet. You’ll learn to like everything I do to you, and trust me
I’ll do stuff that will make yesterday seem like nothing. Come” he says as he unhooks the chain from her collar “its time
for dinner.”
She looks at him wanting to fight back, but also starving. Silently she moves from the bed, her body sore and
aching, her head slightly lowered in defeat. She follows him to the door where he stops and hands her two large cuffs
hooked together with a short chain. “Every time you’re out of this room you wear these, unless I tell you that you don’t
have to. Put them on.”
As she looks from them to him she just can’t make herself do it. She just stands there holding them. He shrugs
and walks from the room, “Well I thought you might like to eat with me.” Watching him shut and bolt the door she sits
on the bed wishing she hadn’t been so stupid over something as silly as putting on cuffs. He comes back a few minutes
later setting a bowl of soup on the stool. “Keep in mind Suzanna, we agreed to everything that’s happened so far. You
didn’t expect it, I didn’t do it on your terms, deal with it.” And he leaves locking her in again.
She sits on the bed staring at the door that just shut as her mind works over his words. As she does, she begins to
realize that he’s right, she had agreed to, even suggested everything that had happened. She also couldn’t deny that it had
excited her, terrified her, but excited her as well. As she sat and thought she could feel just a little bit of her love for him
begin to return. But she was still angry, shaking her head she got up to check out the soup, muttering to herself. “The
bastard could have at least said hi first.”
Reaching the soup she sees that its tomato, not one of her favorites but good enough. Picking up the bowl, as he
didn’t leave a spoon, taking a large gulp and nearly choking on it as she realizes its ice cold. Looking ruefully at the bowl,
knowing that this is her punishment for not eating with him. Thinking to herself that she should have expected as much.
Stopping as she realizes what she just said, she should have expected this, she knew this man, she loved him, and deep
inside she does trust him. She longed for this for so long, and now that is was here why is she fighting it?
She lay back on the bed tears occasionally dripping down her cheeks. Questioning whether she’s ready to give up
her freedom, her life. But the question that keeps coming back to her was whether she was able to give up on this part of
herself and on a master that truly did understand her. Wishing she could talk to him, wishing she wasn’t so confused she
drifts off to a fitful sleep.
When she wakes up she sees him sitting on the edge of the bed watching her. Sitting up she realizes the collar
around her neck is gone and the door sitting wide open. Confused she looks at him for an explanation. “You want to go
home right? So go, there are clothes in the living room.” She licks her lips, looking at him, knots forming in her stomach.
“But….” she stutters, “I don’t want to go Master, I just…I just don’t know how to deal with all this, please I
don’t want to leave.”
“This is your one and only chance, be sure you know what you want” he says looking at her seriously.
“I do Master” she says surprising herself with the certainty in her voice.
He nods, “Well then come on, we need to get you cleaned up.” She follows him to the door but stops looking
around, going back to the bed clasping the cuffs she left there the night before around her ankles. Standing up she sees him
standing at the door a slight smile on his face, “Good girl” he says and she feels her face grow warm, surprised at the effect
his small praise had on her.
She follows him to a large fully furnished bathroom. Standing slightly behind him waiting for his next move as he
turns towards her. “What are you waiting for?” he asks motioning towards the toilet.
“Oh, um….” she stutters, realizing that he expects her to go with him watching. Not wanting to upset him again
blushes a deep red as she moves towards the toilet. Unable to hold back after waiting all night and most of the day before,
she cringes as a torrent of pee escapes her. As she wipes herself he turns towards the shower, getting it running and
adjusted.
“I suppose you can have some warm water, you do have an awful lot ahead of you today” he says laying out all of
the supplies she needs to bathe “make sure every bit of you is clean and your perfectly shaved; you wouldn’t want to
start your first day with a punishment would you? When you’re done, you can find me in the kitchen.”
As she finishes up, taking a few extra minutes to rest her tired muscles; she realizes that he didn’t leave her a
towel. Getting out of the tub, dripping on the floor she tries the cabinets only to find that they’re all locked. Shivering
slightly she wraps her arms around herself and sets out to find the kitchen. Going downstairs, she walks through the
living room, looking around slightly as she heads for what she assumes is the kitchen. Seeing him at the stove, she speaks
very softly “You forgot to leave me a towel Master.”
“If you remember, you lost the privilege of anything you may use to cover yourself from me last night” he says
turning towards her “and I’d lower your arms if I were you before you lose the use of them as well.” He chuckles as she
immediately drops her arms to her sides. “Stand in the middle of the room, facing the table, spread you legs wide and clap
your hands behind your head.”
As she follows his orders he walks to the wall flipping on the overhead lights, suddenly feeling very exposed he
lowers her face. Gripping her hair he jerks her head up, “Don’t even think of it, I want you to keep your eyes on me until
I say otherwise, if I don’t see your eyes on my face at every moment you’ll regret it. Understand slut?”
“Yes” she whispers shamefully. Sending her staggering across the room he slaps her fully across the face.
“WHAT?” he roars.
Gasping for breath, tears dripping down her face; “Yes master” she sobs.
“Get back in position” he says as he sits down and begins eating, Suzanna watching his every move as ordered.
Her stomach growling audibly as she watches him eat eggs and bacon. He glances up at her “Bounce for me.” Her mouth
opens in disbelief but she doesn’t utter a word when she sees his eyebrows rise. Instead she bends her knees and starts
bouncing up and down in the middle of his kitchen while he eats his breakfast. Her tits bouncing around she almost
lowers her eyes in shame, remembering just in time she focuses on him. Tears filling her eyes as she realizes he isn’t even
watching her, only glancing up from time to time looking fairly bored.
He gets up taking his dish to the sink and coming towards her, her watching him the whole time. “Stop bouncing”
he commands, running his fingers over her body. She can feel herself beginning to respond to his touches, her pussy
growing wet, her nipples hardening. Just then he grasps each of her nipples pulling on them harshly and a deep moan
escapes her throat, her eyes closing her head falling back. Suddenly she feels a burning stabbing pain shoot through her
nipple, her eyes flying open and shrill scream filling the room and another as she feels the same pain in her other nipple.
Looking down she sees two large needles pushed all the way through her nipples, her hands unclasping reaching down to
get them out of her but he grasps her hands. “You were warned” he says as ties her wrists behind her back with a course
rope, then moving up wrapping the rope around her elbows, pulling and tugging until her elbows touch. Suzanna cries out
as this pushes her breasts further forward and the throbbing in her nipples increases. Sighing, he rips her head back by her
hair until she’s staring at the ceiling and forces a large ball gag in her mouth buckling it tightly behind her head.
She steps back her head thrashing, doing everything she can to try to force it out of her mouth her drool dripping
down her chin, muffled screams just barely audible. She knew that being gagged was going to be part of the deal, but was
completely unprepared for how uncomfortable in would be to have her mouth stuffed, open wide. He grabs her, kicking
and thrashing, forcing her to her knees, her face forced to the ground, one knee pressing into her back, both hands holding
her head. Staying in that position until she tires and stops fighting. “You can’t make anything easy on yourself, can
you?” he asks as he wrenches her up to her knees by her hair. Tying her hair to the handle on the refrigerator he squats in
front of her, ripping the needles out he forces to large golden rings through her nipples as tears continuously pour down
her face, soft mewing sounds coming from under the gag. He smiles, “This is just the first alteration of the day, before
nightfall anyone will be able to tell your mine just by looking at you.”
