Passenger Train

Coastal Rail was the largest railway company in North America. Its variety of destinations, special tours and excellent rates made it quickly one of the most popular vacation travel methods. Its west-coast trips were by far even more popular than most Caribbean cruise ship packages. Starting in San Diego, the train climbed its way through the mountains, down through the Sacramento valleys, and crept its way north along the coast. Depending on what side of the train in which you were seated, you could be witness to the endless beauty of the Pacific Ocean, or cranking your neck to glimpse the spectacular view of the mountains. Either way, you were treated to some of the most picturesque landscapes in the world.
After California, the train traveled north, coasting through Oregon and Washington, and then entered Canada by way of the British Columbia-Alberta border and the Rocky Mountains. Now the train heads north-west, destination: Anchorage, Alaska, where the train would rest overnight before making its return trip to San Diego.
The trip itself was worth the money. But the actual train was that of a five-star hotel on tracks. The dining cars had elegant black and burgundy table settings, the dimmed lighting and candles setting the perfect atmosphere. There were lounge cars, where vacationers could relax on exquisite sofas, loveseats and huge, throne-like chairs. The sleeping cars were even better. Each cabin was soundproof, and the doors and walls were thick. Each door had not only a key, but a six-digit password the customer had to press on the number pad while inserting the key into the lock. While some customers thought this was over-the-top and unnecessary, most carried valuable possessions and disliked taking a safe with them.
One customer, a gentleman by the name of Heath Sawyer, stayed on this train for the entire summer. He is a writer by profession, claiming the scenery helps the creative juices flow. Staff members assumed he was quite successful, since his penthouse-like cabin took half of an entire car. But he was a very pleasant, friendly man, and on a first-name basis with the entire staff, and has even been known to be invited to the staff cars for coffee or tea. He was an asset to the company as well, since his thorough knowledge of the trip was useful, and other customers instantly took a liking to him.
This trip would be special, since the trip was extended to include Colorado and all of Alberta. Instead of the usual layover in Alaska, the train would be stopped and the passengers would be checked into hotels in three different spots. Passengers, of course, had the option of staying on the train itself, although no one ever chose to do so in the past. Heath was at his best, greeting passengers who came on board, helping staff direct passengers to their cabins, and generally charming everyone who stepped on board.
Katrina Dubois stepped aboard and sighed heavily. She always hated going home to her over-bearing parents. Her father, a cut-throat lawyer in a huge firm in Calgary, never had time for her as a child. Her mother, a social director for the same law firm was the snob of the planet, and insisted her daughter would be a prim and proper young lady who would one day marry into another high-class family and take up her position as social director. Katrina had other ideas.
Katrina excelled at sports, and was on a volleyball scholarship to UCLA. On weekends, she competed with her best friend, Sarah, on the beach volleyball circuit. They had done well, and, mid-way through the season, found themselves in third place overall – with only 28 points separating them from the leaders. Katrina was a very quiet, sweet girl, but once on the court, turned into a determined, highly competitive volleyball demon. No hit or set was ever too far for her to reach, and she spent half the game diving into the sand. Sarah was the perfect compliment, always ready to dig or set, always encouraging, but equally competitive. Together, they were becoming the stars of the beach circuit.
In school, Katrina and Sarah were majoring in Sports Psychology, with a minor in Sports Management. They had met in class when Katrina, arriving late, scrambled to find a seat. Sarah quickly waved her over, and the two became fast friends. Now they would be taking a three-week break, as Sarah visits her family in New York, Katrina hers in Alberta. As Katrina waved at Sarah through the window, she had second thoughts. The trip was a surprise for her parents, who weren't expecting her until summer. But spring break was extended for her, since she had worked her ass off and completed four huge projects well ahead of time, allowing an extra couple weeks to do what she wanted. What she wanted was to spend this break with her parents with the hopes that they wouldn't expect her to spend the summer with them. She had an entire beach volleyball summer season to go, and hated the thought of spending it learning how to organize a charity ball or afternoon tea.
The train's whistle blew, and soon they were moving. Katrina tried to find her cabin, but only succeeded in bumping into someone in the hallway. "Oh! I'm so sorry. Excuse me." she said in her most polite tone.
"Please, don't be sorry. I know I'm not! In fact, I hope you bump into me again sometime!" the deep voice replied, chuckling.
Katrina blushed, and looked up. What met her gaze was the most beautiful, deep-blue pair of eyes she had ever seen. They almost looked right through her, right into her soul. She stepped back a bit, clutching her purse and duffel bag. He stood tall, and she found herself craning her neck, for he stood at least 6'4. He had huge, broad shoulders, a strong, square jaw, a straight, long nose and impeccably groomed, clean-cut hair. As he smiled, she caught sight of perfect, white teeth and full lips. He had the ghost of facial hair, just a shade of gray on his jaw and just under his nose. He was probably one of the most handsome men she had ever seen.
He grinned at her again, and nodded toward her ticket. "If I may, I can show you where you are staying. I am quite a regular on this train, and I would be most certainly honored to escort such beauty to her cabin."
Katrina blushed and nodded, unable to speak. She timidly handed him her ticket, which he inspected for a brief moment and then offered his arm, encouraging her with his charming smile. Her face a now crimson red, she took his arm and let him walk her through several cars until she was in car SLP9. He led her down the narrow hallway, and then stopped in front of a door.
Katrina looked at the door, then at her ticket. Sure enough, he had led her right to her cabin. He picked up her duffel bag and showed her how to use the numbered code system. When she finally got the hang of it, he excused himself, and told her he hoped to see her when the dinner bell rang at 6. He opened her cabin door and stepped out.
"Wait, please!" cried Katrina. "I don't even know your name! I am Katrina Dubois." she said, extending her hand.
"Ah, angels do have names after all," he said gently, taking her hand. "My name is Heath Sawyer. And believe me, the pleasure of this introduction is all mine." he almost whispered, tenderly kissing her hand. He held her hand like that for a few seconds, then gently let it drop and then he was gone. Katrina leaned back against the wall, fanning her face. What a man, she thought. So gentle, so handsome, and the kind of person she could fall in love with, yet still be the kind her mother and father would approve of.
Heath headed back to his cabin, which was only next door to the ravishing Katrina's. As he closed and locked the door behind him, he grabbed his huge suitcase from beneath the bed and opened it. Whips, chains, ropes, leather, gags, drugs, and a great number of other fun toys met his gaze. He smiled, thinking how wonderful Miss Dubois would look, struggling, fighting the ropes, as he takes her again and again. Maybe this is the one he would keep, he thought. He only hoped she had much more stamina than the others.

CHAPTER 2

Katrina entered her cabin and grinned. It was spacious and luxuriously decorated. Beautiful antique furniture was placed amongst a rich, ivory background. Tall lamps lit the room, filling it with a soft, rich glow. She flopped down on the bed, a modest double bed, but nonetheless soft and comfortable. She unpacked her things, leaving her undergarments for last. She tenderly picked up the satin and lace garments – the deep red satin corset with the black lace trim and matching garter and choker. She folded them carefully and laid them in the top drawer of the beautiful dark cherry wood dresser. Next she daintily held up her jade green bra and thong panties, matching garter and the silver necklace with the jade stone pendant.
Once everything was unpacked, Katrina decided to take a shower, and to her amazement and delight, found the whirlpool tub in the bathroom. She sat down at its edge, admiring the marble floors, until the clanging of the dinner bell startled her. She jumped up, freshened her make-up a bit, and quickly flung an evening dress on. The black, sleeveless, v-neck dress came down to mid-thigh. She hoped it was as elegant-looking as she had been told before, and pinned her hair up, allowing a few strands to cascade down her neck. She caught sight of the clock, and dashed out the door.
Heath smiled at his reflection in the mirror. His dress shirt was crisp and clean, freshly ironed and smelling of flowers. He checked his perfectly white teeth and scurried out the door. A blur of black flew past him, and when it slowed down, he smiled from ear to ear. Katrina, her dark hair piled on her head, the loose strands curling softly down her neck… ravishing. Her body, the very definition of seductive, was wrapped in a very flattering black Versace dress. Her shoes, 4" heels, held on by thin, elegant straps that made her feet and shapely legs even more sexy, flicked back and forth, her hips swaying as she skittered to the dining cars.
"Miss Dubois!" came a loud voice.
Katrina whirled around. Her gaze softened into a shy smile when her gaze came upon the source of the voice. "Why Mr. Sawyer. I didn't see you there. How are you this evening?" she asked, trying desperately not to blush.
Heath's heart... and loins... stirred. "Ah, Miss Dubois. You are absolutely exquisite. May I have the pleasure of escorting you to dinner?" he asked, extending his arm.
Katrina smiled and nodded, taking his arm. As the two walked into the dining car, all heads turned and everyone gasped at the perfect, beautiful couple. Some whispers could be heard, and many smiles and nods. Heath pulled the chair out for her and seated her at the window. She thanked him, and as he sat down, he snapped his fingers, bringing forth Gerard, his favourite waiter, who immediately poured them some wine.
They, along with all of the diners, clinked glasses to toast the beginning of the journey. Throughout the delicious meal, Heath insisted on keeping her glass full of the dry wine. She giggled and thoroughly enjoyed every minute. He was so handsome and charming, never once faltering. She still squirmed under his steel-blue gaze, feeling his eyes penetrating her soul, but the wine and his smile soon made her at ease.
As they left the dining car and made their way back to the cabins, he gently asked her if she would accompany him to his cabin, for he wanted to show her something. Giggling, she accepted, and they quietly ducked into his cabin, closing (and locking) the door behind them.
Once inside, he told her to sit down in the chair and close his eyes. She giggled again, the wine making her half-drunk. He teased her for peaking, and gently put a blindfold over her eyes. Not being able to see, she waited. He approached very carefully, the damp rag held gently in his hand. He touched her hair, making her jump in surprise. Suddenly, he clamped down hard, slamming the rag over her nose and mouth. She gasped, her hands flying up to his, trying to wrench them away from her face.
"Just breathe darling, just take a nice, deep breath and you'll feel much better." he whispered into her ear.
She struggled, desperately trying to get his hands away, trying to stand, trying to get away. But soon she could hold her breath no longer, and her efforts faded. Her arms slumped, her eyes quivered, then rolled back, her lids finally closing. Her head fell back against him, and only then did he take the rag off her face. He leaned down and kissed her gently on the cheek.
"Welcome to the Heath Express, darling." he whispered, giggling to himself before picking her up and carrying her to his bedroom.

CHAPTER 3

Heath always worked like he socialized. He was efficient, polite, made sure everyone in the room felt tended to, and he was extremely fast - without anyone observing realizing just how fast.
Over the years on the train he had made adjustments to his cabin. The largest adjustments were made to the bed. As he pulled a lever underneath the foot of the bed, a whirring sound started, and suddenly huge brass rings were raised from the side bed frames to a level that met the top of the mattress. The mattress itself then disappeared, turning completely over, its bottom surface rotating to the top and settling back into the frame. Various contraptions were attached to the new "mattress", and Heath smiled, again surprised at how quietly everything moved. More brass rings were pulled out of the headboard, and a few even fell down from the ceiling, stopped by chains just three feet above the bed. Finally, Heath pulled a huge trunk out from under the bed and opened it, his smile getting bigger by the second.
He lifted Katrina, who he had left on the bedroom floor, and carried her to the bed, laying her gently down. She didn't move an inch, the effects of the drug not yet worn off. Heath wasted no time, and prepared the syringe. He injected it into her left bicep and then got to work. She would be out for at least 12 hours, and he needed to work fast so that he could make social appearances.
First he placed felt-lined steel cuffs on her wrists, and, attaching a short chain to them, attached the chain to the brass rings that hung from the ceiling. Her entire upper body was in an upright, sitting position, and feeling that she was secure, did the same with her ankles. This time her lower body was raised, but not as high as her upper body. Only her ass touched the bed. Using a pulley, he raised her wrists higher, until her ass was a good two feet off the bed. Now he could make his adjustments. He pulled back the sheet that had covered the firm surface and now the contraptions could be seen clearly. They all folded neatly into the firm mattress, but now Heath brought them out. A large dildo was hinged, and he swung it up, clicking it in place. Next, another dildo, similar in length but not shape, was swung up and clicked into place. Finally, two thin chains, hidden in a tiny compartment, were brought out, one end of each chain still attached to the bed.
Next he started digging around in the massive trunk. He found the gun, and, loading it, pressed it against her right nipple. He punched the trigger, and ka-chunk, her right nipple was pierced. He repeated this with the second nipple, and then slipped dainty white gold hoops through them. Katrina never even flinched.
Finally, he grabbed the numerous gags trying to decide which would be best. He settled on a modified ring gag. He slipped it into her mouth and buckled the straps around her head. Next, he slipped in and attached the large sponge ball inside the ring. The ball was easy to take out should her mouth need to be open.
He gently took her dress off. Usually he just sliced it open, but he really liked that particular dress and thus put it on a hanger and hung it up. He sliced through her thong, but left the corset.
She was almost ready, he thought. With one hand operating the pulley, he lowered her until her skin touched the dildos. He positioned them carefully, lubricated them well, and then lowered her again. The large dildo was engulfed by her pussy, passing through her pussy lips into the depths of darkness. The second one he carefully aimed at her ass. He was careful to use a generous amount of lubricant both on the toy and in her ass. He took his time slicking up her anus, running his finger up and down the crack, and in and around her hole. His throbbing cock ached to use that hole properly right then, but his patient mind knew there was more work to be done. Finally, he lowered her body a little more, both holes sinking around the toys. He stopped the pulley just as she was six or seven inches from the bed. Next, he swung her legs open, the chains from the ceiling following on a track like that of a hospital curtain. Once her legs were spread open, he quickly inspected her pussy. Shaved would not do, he thought, glad that he remembered to buy a waxing kit at the last stop. Later, he thought. Later.
He grabbed the delicate chains and hooked them onto the hoops that were through her nipples. He adjusted the slack until the chains were taut. Her erect nipples pulled slightly, which made his cock go crazy. With her legs spread wide and her wrists skyward, the picture was a beautiful one. Although she was half a foot off the bed, she was in a spread-eagle, sitting position, impaled on the toys, the chains pulling down at her nipples. He grabbed the camera, clicked it once, adjusted his stance, and clicked it a few more times. Always good to have souvenirs.
Just before leaving the room, he stared lovingly at the sight before him. Frowning, he grabbed the remote for the pulley and lowered her another two or three inches. There, he thought. That would be a wonderful thing to wake up to. Finally, he grabbed a tiny remote from the trunk, punched in a code, and left the cabin.
He would need to be seen and heard so that when the missing Katrina was declared missing, he would have numerous witnesses of his presence.

11 hours and thirty-six minutes later, his remote buzzed. She was awake and moving. He punched a few numbers and smiled.

In the room, Katrina's body was waking up, but her mind was still asleep. As the toys suddenly came to life, her hips started grinding, and into her gag she moaned. The pain was there, but it was distant... if only she could just get her hand working she could finish herself off... if she could just...

CHAPTER 4

Heath yawned. These dinner parties always bored him to death. Pleasing and charming a roomful of people was tiring, and his body was screaming at him to release his boredom on the young Katrina, waiting in his cabin.
Finally, the party died down, and Heath bid his ever-so-polite farewells.
The sight that greeted him as he entered his cabin made his cock practically jump out of his pants. There, before him, was a sweat-covered, trembling, cumming Katrina Dubois. Her muscles quivered and shook as she made her last attempts to grind her hips back and forth and up and down. Her shoulders and biceps strained in their bonds, and then she looked up and saw him, and every strain, every twitching muscles collapsed.
Heath scrambled to her side, removing the dildo carefully. He slowly lowered her body down until she was laying on her back. He tenderly unbuckled everything and removed the straps and ropes that held her tight. She was out cold, so he carried her to the bathroom where he lay her down gently in the tub. He rolled up his sleeves quickly and began sponging her down. Her eyes fluttered a bit, and as he leaned forward, their eyes met. There was a faint alarm in her eyes, but fatigue kept it merely faint. She tried to push him away and murmured her protest, but he just swatted her hand away and told her to shush and enjoy the bath.
He sponged her up and down, caressing her tanned skin with the warm water and scented bath oils. He kissed her shoulder tenderly and stroked her neck with the sponge. A few times he guided the sponge below the surface, rubbing her pussy with it over and over. He rubbed a little harder, and she moaned.
Finally, he stood her up, rinsed her off and carried her back to the bed, wrapped in a towel. He lay her gently down and dried her off. He covered her with a blanket after securing her wrists to the headboard and cuffing her ankles together. Lastly, he slipped a sponge ball in her mouth and covered her mouth with duct tape. Heath yawned, and flopped down into the huge reclining chair. He feel asleep quickly, the room suddenly quiet except for the sound of heavy, steady breathing.

Heath opened his eye and grinned. His lovely Katrina was stirring. A minute later, she was thrashing around and screaming through her gag. Heath stood, stretched, and hopped on the bed, straddling her midsection.
"Good morning sexy." he purred. "What's this? You shouldn't fight me. Fighting will only make me angry and get you into trouble, ya know."
Katrina glared, her hatred and fear red-hot, her muscles working hard to lift him off of her. She ignored his words, and he warned her again not to fight. She fought even harder.
He hopped up and walked away from her, trying not to smile at her moan of victory. he opened the chest, retrieved a long whip, and walked back over to her. He wasted no time in snapping the whip down on her tits, striking directly on her pierced nipple. Katrina jumped as high as the bonds would allow, screeching through her gag.

"For a smart girl, you're awfully dumb." he sneered. "Do you honestly think anything you do is going to make a difference? Fight all you want, your punishments will only get more severe. Lay still, and hey, easy access for me. Go ahead and cry, that's what the gags are for. And if you accept the pleasure I'll be giving you and enjoy it, the gates of heaven will open for you."

"Now Princess, stay still while I complete your punishment. Next time I tell you to do something, I expect it to be done. And when I remove that gag of yours, you will refer to me as either Sir or My Lord. Master is one I'll save after we get to know each other a bit better."

With that, he cracked the whip, his smile spreading as the tip lands right on her clit. Tears flowed freely from her cheeks, and his cock was hardening by the second. He couldn't take much more of this. As the red marks criss-crossed her skin, he tried to decide which hole to use first.

CHAPTER 5

Katrina screamed again. The whip had criss-crossed her sensitive skin, leaving red sketches of the whip's landing zones. Heath grinned. She was tiring quickly, to no surprise to him. She had a devastatingly tiring previous day, and this kind of activity would cause her feisty reactions only for so long. Her breaths now ragged and deep, the glistening chest rising and falling, her eyes darting, the beautiful sound of her screams trying to attack through the sound barrier in her mouth. It was such a beautiful thing to see, Heath actually paused, his body remaining still, his cold gaze fixated on her, the penetrating stare moving from head to toe.

"You have no idea how you look right now, my dear. Simply exquisite. Even I have no words!" he exclaimed, slowly, gently trailing the end of the whip over her stomach.

He laid the whip down on the trunk near the bed and walked over to her. His eyes never left her, his stare feasting on the very sight of her, setting his already intense stare ablaze with desire. He unbuckled his pants and slid them down, removing his shirt in an almost robotic way. Katrina fought with all her strength, terrified of the wildly lustful look in his eyes. He was always so in control, but his eyes were almost neon, and one glance sent Katrina into a fit of terror. She pulled with her arms, kicking her legs, trying to even eat the sponge ball in her mouth.

But Heath kept undressing and preparing in his cold, methodical way, his gaze still not leaving the sight of her body. When he was finally naked, he adjusted the ankle cuffs, attaching them to the high corners of the bed, forcing Katrina's legs upward and wide apart. He checked the tension and strength to make sure it would hold, then gently eased himself between Katrina's legs.

Katrina froze instantly as he moved in on her, then renewed her thrashing around with a vengeance. Heath frowned, but remained where he was, and reached for one of her nipples. He pinched it, not that hard, but firmly, then increased the pressure steadily as she fought. Soon she squealed in pain, her body pausing its efforts to escape. He gently relieved the pressure, until once again she started thrashing. He increased the pressure more quickly this time, but steadily, until once again she paused her fight. This game of fight and pain, submission and reward continued for nearly an hour.

Katrina was tiring quickly. Her efforts had become mere moans of protests and feeble attempts to kick. However now, as soon as she fought, Heath would pinch her nipple hard, causing her to scream. Heath leaned over her and talked softly.

"If you fight me, you'll only receive pain. The more you fight, the more pain you will receive. If you don't fight me, only good things will happen."

Katrina was too weak to shout out the muffled curses she was thinking, and instead nodded slightly, blinking in defeat. She made her body relax, then nearly jumped as Heath worked his tongue around her clit. Her hips bucked and quivered, her mid screaming for it to stop, her body insisting that it continue. Heath gently slid two fingers into her now moist pussy, increasing the assault his tongue had on her clit. Katrina wiggled around, until her body took over and her screams turned to moans of utmost desire. The fire and fury that was present before had turned into a hunger for satisfaction.

"You want me inside you, Katrina dear. I know you do. But I won't satisfy that urge until you ask me to. Don't be afraid, don't fight it. Just accept what your body demands."

Heath continued to lick and nibble at her clit, his fingers gently sliding in and out of her now drenched pussy. Katrina would come close to a climax, then would growl in frustration as Heath paused, letting the roaring fire between her legs settle to mere sparks, before igniting it again. Katrina was battling her own body for control of the situation. Her desire, then absolute need for release proved too strong for her. She started to plea through the gag.

Heath resisted the temptation to smile at his victory. He leaned over her again, his fingers rubbing her clit in quick circles. "If you want me inside you… if you want to be released and allowed to finish, simply blink twice. If not, I can make this touch and go game last for hours and hours."
Katrina quickly blinked twice. Heath smiled and kissed her forehead, then moved forward, his fingers still on her clit. He worked the head of his cock into her entrance, then moved forward in one smooth motion, her drenched pussy giving way easily. Katrina moaned loudly, her hips rising to meet his cock. Her fingers clawed at the wall behind her head, her legs tensing and relaxing over and over, her hips bucking, her moans growing louder and louder, crying out for more… for faster… for harder. Heath obliged, pumping his hips hard and fast, burying his cock deep inside her, his fingers never leaving her clit, working it, until her body was almost lifting right off the bed. Her body shuddered and bucked everywhere all at once, then Heath felt the warm juices as she came hard.

Heath increased the pace until he too had lifted her higher, impaling her on the explosion. He moaned loudly, then withdrew and laid down beside her, his fingers gently stroking her head, his voice low and smooth, talking to her so softly.

"You've received your first lesson, my dear Katrina. If you behave, so many good things happen. If you fight, it will only cause you pain."

With that, he released her from the cuffs and took out her gag. Too weak to walk, she was lifted and carried into the tub of bubbly warm water. Heath gently sponged her all over, talking to her in deep, soft tones, until Katrina fell asleep right in the tub, her body relaxed and in need of rest. He dried her off as best he could, then wrapped her in a blanket and took her back to the bed where he laid down with her, his hand stroking her head.

He knew she would return to fighting him in the morning…. But for now… just for now… they would lay in the bed in blissful peace. He concluded that Katrina would be the one that didn't get away… she would be the keeper he had always dreamed about.

CHAPTER 6

Sure enough, Katrina started to wake, and Heath could sense the emotions going through her… at first the relaxed state of happiness and contentment, then came the bewilderment of remembering where she was, then came panic and fear, and finally, anger and rage. Immediately, he put the gag back in as her mouth opened to scream. He straddled her waist once again, leaning over to attach the cuffs to her wrists, and the cuffs back to the headboard.

What a lovely sight to wake up to. Her eyes flashed with a mixture of fear and anger, and Heath found himself silently cursing the affect she had on his body. He felt himself grow hard as she struggled, always testing every restraint he put her in, always trying to find a weakness. Anything, to escape.

"My darling, you will learn to wake up more easily and happily. Someday, you'll want nothing more than to wake me up with your lovely mouth around me. I have loads of patience, precious, loads of patience. So I am willing to wait for that day. In the meantime, I think we need something to eat, hmm?" he said as he dressed and rang the dining car for breakfast.

Fifteen minutes later, the knock at door to the cabin announced the arrival of breakfast. He grabbed the whip and waved it before Katrina, ensuring her silence. He opened the door, tipped the pretty waitress, and grabbed the cart of food, pulling it into the bedroom. Along the far wall were two stuffed chairs and he pulled the cart in between them, opening the silver lids of the dishes. Heavenly, steaming scents wafted through the air, and Katrina felt her stomach ache. She hadn't eaten much the past few days, and she frowned as her stomach betrayed her, growling loudly.

"Mmmmn, they make wonderful meals on this train, my dear, and looks and smells like today is no exception. I hope you're hungry, as I've ordered most of the menu here." He said, walking over to her. He unhooked the cuffs and left them hooked together in front of her, then helped her up. He guided her to a chair, even being the perfect gentleman as he pulled the chair out and scooted it back in for her as she sat down. Her eyes widened at the sight of so much wonderful food as Heath took her gag out.

They ate in silence, Katrina content to eat and stare at anything but Heath. Heath ate carefully and slowly, watching her the entire time. When he did speak, she jumped, a reaction which caused his own body to stir. "We have a busy day ahead of us, princess. After I get this meal cleared away, it's play time. After that, you'll be taught a few lessons in obedience. If you continue to misbehave, we'll keep repeating the lessons. If you decide to use your brain and be a good girl, we'll have a nice, relaxing bath."

Katrina frowned. She did not like any bit of that description of their day. She wanted nothing more than to lunge across the table and strangle the man who was keeping her prisoner. No amount of baths would ever shake the dirty feeling she had inside at his violation of her very inner core. He was crazy, she thought to herself, a psycho who gets off on her fear. She would never make it easy for him… NEVER!

Heath did as he said, piling the dishes onto the cart and pushed the cart out the door, then locked the door and returned to her. He asked her to stand, which she predictably ignored. He sighed, and at first she had hoped he was giving up hope, but instead, he viciously grabbed her hair and dragged her over to the bed. He flipped her onto her stomach, then cuffed her wrists to the headboard. He grabbed some leather straps, and with the same cold, methodical speed, wrapped them around her upper leg and shin, pulling it tight so that her legs were forced to bend at the knee and curl under her. He repeated it with the other leg, then sat back, staring at her lovely, silky, inviting ass.

He grabbed the riding crop again, and trailed the end down her ass, causing another fit of panic and anger from Katrina. She screamed into the gag, her hips bucking, her legs trying to rid themselves of the leather that forced them to bend. Heath remained calm and silent, content to trail the whip. He tired of her screaming and struggles, and her screams were actually louder than the CRACK! Of the whip as it hissed down onto her ass.

He returned to trailing it, this time, flipping it around and trailing the handle of it down her crack, and around her hole. He smiled as she tensed, knowing she was sensing what was next. He trailed downward, and pushed the handle into her pussy, bringing forth a surprised moan from her. He pushed it in and out a few times until it was glistening with her excitement, then he trailed it once again to her ass, this time not wasting anytime, opting to push it right in.

Katrina screamed and shook her head, renewing her struggling fight against the restraint. Her eyes flooded with tears as he pushed the handle deeper, then pulled it back again. Her hips bucked wildly, but still she could not rid her ass of the crop's intrusion. She screamed and growled, and soon found herself covered in sweat and gasping for air. Heath left the crop inside her ass as he grabbed a huge dildo, then rubbed cream all over it. It wasn't lubricant, but instead a version of IceyHot, meant to cool then heat sore muscles. Without missing a beat, he jammed the dildo into her pussy, thrusting it in and out a few times.

At first Katrina moaned with pleasure… but then the cream heated up and burned, and soon she was bucking with even more vigor. Heath smiled as he smeared regular lubricant over his cock, then removed the crop and replaced it with his hard member. Katrina's mind was whirling. Her pussy was burning, her eyes were watering, and she felt a new, much larger pressure at her ass. But the burned suddenly intensified, and she bucked her hips, sending Heath's cock deep into her ass.

She screamed, then felt the dildo removed, only to re-enter with more of the cream. The burning became unbearable, and Katrina bucked her hips repeatedly. Heath threw back his head with a huge moan as she bucked back and forth, sliding his cock in and out of her ass. The cream was doing the work for him, yet he needed more, and started rocking his hips. Katrina screamed and for a full minute, let out one steady scream. It only created more of a desire for Heath, who kept pumping in and out of her ass. She clenched down on him, but that only made it even better, and soon he ignored her screams and tears, and became animalistic in his thrusts, slamming into her ass again and again until finally, he exploded.

As he collapsed onto the bed, leaving Katrina to deal with the ever-present burning in her pussy, he smiled at her and spanked her ass hard.

"Let's start playtime now, shall we?" he asked sadistically.

Oh god… was all Katrina could think as the burning increased.

To Be Continued…