The Hitchhiker

It was a rainy day about 5 PM in the evening. I was driving from town after an early supper to my cottage on Lake McMurray. About 5 miles before my turnoff to the lake there was a hitchhiker by the side of the road. It was not a main road so it was unusual to see a hitchhiker. It was raining hard so I could not see very well. When I stopped I could see that it was a young woman who was very wet and crying. She said please sir, will you help me? I have nowhere to sleep tonight. Of course I was willing to help a woman in distress. I took her to my cottage. The cottage was small, a one bedroom on a lake but at this time of year it was very isolated because most cottages were only lived in during the summer months. I lived alone.

When we came inside, I could see she was very cold and wet. I suggested that she take a warm shower and I would put her clothes in the dryer. There is my robe in the bathroom you could wear when you get out. Because I was over 65 she must have felt safe, so she agreed. I heated up some soup for her to eat when she got out of the shower. I was surprised that her clothes included no underwear or bra. After she ate the soup, I asked her what had happened. She began her story.

She told me that her parents were very poor and two years ago, when I was 18 and had just graduated from high school, I married a man I did not know very well to partly help out my parents. The marriage was fine for about three months but then he changed and started coming home drunk and physically abusing me. The abuse progressed until he would lock me in a room without windows so I could not escape. When he did come home later drunk, he would violently sexually abuse me. It got worse, he told me that he had a gambling problem and was deeply in debt to a dangerous man. To help pay off the debt he needed to rent out my body to the man. I said I would never let him. He beat me, tied my hands and feet, gagged me, and put me in the car.

He drove me to the man's house and carried me in. The man was glad to see me all tied up. He cut off my clothes and tied my hands to a chain hanging from the ceiling. He spanked my butt, tits, and pussy with a paddle, while my husband watched. He then asked my husband to stick a 12 inch dildo in my pussy and lift it, until my feet were off the floor. Next he had him repeat it, this time with the dildo in my anus. The gag stifled my screams. The man said good, now he could leave and your debt is paid as long as I remained in his house. I was left hanging there all night.

The next day my training began, a dog choke chain was put around my neck and padlocked to a leash. I was to be his dog and crawl around the house on my hands and knees. I was always naked. I was fed and watered from bowls on the floor and he put a small dildo with leather strings on the end into my anus to look like a tail. I could not speak to him. I needed to beg for water in my bowl by sticking my nose in his crotch until he took out his penis and I sucked it. To beg for food, I stuck my ass in the air and barked and he would fuck me. I was fed dog chow and table scraps. To get the scraps I had to put my arms around his neck while he sucked my tits. If I needed to go to the toilet, I had to bark a certain way and he would take me there. After I pooped and wiped my butt I had to wrap toilet paper around my fingers and clean the inside of my anus. I then had to soap up my ass and vagina with my fingers and use a squeeze bottle containing water to wash out the soap. He would finger fuck my anus and vagina and smell his fingers to see if they were clean. I had to lick his fingers.

He would command me by using one or two word commands like up, for up on my knees, down for back on all fours, stand, to stand up, dance, to wiggle my ass, pussy, and tits in front of him. Sex commands were his body part followed by my body part. Like cock suck, suck tits, cock pussy, cock ass, finger ass, which is different from ass finger, where I stick my finger in his ass. I was not allowed on the household furniture without being invited. He would lock my leash to a table or chair if I was to be left alone in a room.

He would often stand me up, tie my hands together with the leash, and tie the leash to a hook on the ceiling. He would then pull the dildo out of my anus, make me lick the handle, and he would use the dildo as a whip. He would whip me in the most sensitive areas, nipples, pussy, and ass. He clipped weights to my nipples and pussy lips to stretch them. The most serious thing he did was put a vacuum pump on my clitoris that caused it to swell and stick out from its hood. He put a loop around my hood and tightened it so it couldn't withdraw. He left the vacuum there for hours. When it was removed my clitoris had grown in size and stayed swollen outside of its hood. In this state it was very sensitive to touch. He would tease me by licking it and squeezing it but never enough to allow me to have an orgasm. When he released me from the hook and reinserted my tail, he wanted me to hump his leg to get any relief. If he saw me using my hands to masturbate, he would punish me. He had turned me into a nymphomaniac who went around the house humping the furniture.

Sometimes, he invited friends over to show me off. This was particularly humiliating. He would bring me in on the leash and command me to stand before them. He would pinch my tits and point out my large nipples. He would turn me around and bend over and pull out my dildo tail and spread my cheeks to show my enlarged anus. He then would spank my ass with the dildo tail, before reinserting it. He would then have me turn towards them and spread my pussy lips and show off my swollen clitoris. He would then poke it and it would stand up like a small boner. He told them that I was now fully aroused and I wanted to be fucked or to masturbate. But he said, I will not let her. I call my dog Heat, and I want to keep her in heat all day. He put the leash between my legs rubbing on my clit and up my back and under the choke collar. He now said down and I got on my hands and knees. Now when he pulled on the leash it would tighten on my clit and I would lift my hips up and down to increase the rubbing. He then walked me around on my hands and knees stopping before each sitting guest and said stand, suck tits. I had to put my arms around their necks and rub my tits on their mouths and hump their legs.

He then said since you all have given her pleasure by allowing her to hump your legs. She will now give you pleasure with a lap dance, one at a time. Take your clothes off and sit back down. Don't worry about getting sloppy seconds, she will show you how she cleans her holes after having sex. You will tell her what you want by using hand signs. For example, If you want her to rub your cock and balls and suck them, you will point to your cock and balls and then her hand and mouth. If you want to finger fuck her pussy and suck her clit, you will point to your finger and your mouth and then her pussy. You will only get 30 minutes each. Afterwards I want you to judge her performance. If she does not please you, we will punish her. He removed my leash from my pussy and my dido tail and I did all that they commanded. They did whip me with my dildo tail but not very hard.

At night I would sleep on a dog bed on the floor by his bed leashed to the bedpost. If he called out Heat, the leash was long enough to allow me to climb onto the bed and crawl over his body so he could suck my tits, and fuck my pussy, mouth, and anus, as he desired. When he was done, I was to return to my dog bed. I had learned that if I clipped my pussy lips closed It would protect my sensitive clitoris so I could sleep at night. I had taken one of his pussy lip clips and removed the weights and secretly hid it in my dog bed and used it for this purpose.

I was always planning my escape. One night he came to bed very drunk and passed out on the bed without removing his clothes. I was still leashed to the bed but I knew where the keys were to unlock the leash but could not reach them. He seemed sound asleep, I stood up and removed his shoes and shoelaces. I wrapped part of my leash around one of his hands and tied his leashed hand to the bed frame with a shoelace. I then pulled the leash across his body and wrapped his other hand with the leash and tied it to the bed frame with the other shoelace. I then went up by his head and picked up a mostly full whiskey bottle from the bed stand. I leaned over and shoved the bottle in his mouth and held it there with all my weight. He struggled but with his hands and waist tied to the bed he could not push me off. He choked to death with the whiskey bottle draining in his mouth.

I removed the bottle and wiped my fingerprints from the bottle and put it in his hand. I then unwrapped the leash from his hands untying the shoelaces. I could lift the corner of the bed and by using my foot could slowly slide the looped locked leash out from under the bedpost. I went over to where the keys were kept and unlocked the choke chain. For the first time since I entered the house, I was free.

I went back to the bed and put the laces back in his shoes and put them back on his feet. I removed the dog bed and leash and put them in a closet. I hoped that when someone found his body they would think that he died by drowning in his own whiskey induced vomit. I expected that anyone who knew about his slave dog would never admit to it. I found some clothes to wear and escaped the house. After a long walk, that's when you found me hitchhiking on the road.

She said to me, please let me stay with you, I will do anything for you. I am afraid to go to the police because they won't believe my story. I will go to prison for the rest of my life. She began to cry. I gave her a strong drink to calm her down. I told her she could stay with me as long as she liked and I would never tell anyone what happened. I also said I would never intentionally cause her any pain. Tomorrow we will discuss how we can give you a new identity and keep you safe. She stopped crying and gave me a big kiss and hugged me tightly. I said we had a long day and we should go to bed. I showed her where things were around the house in case she needed anything. She did find an empty squeeze bottle that she wanted to use in the bathroom.

We went into the bedroom, I said that I had only one double bed and you could sleep with me, if you wanted to. She smiled and said that she would like that, it is better than a dog bed. I also told her that I sleep naked but not to worry because I had erectile dysfunction (ED) and I could not fuck you. She looked disappointed and asked if there was anything she could do to help me with my ED problem. I said yes there were a lot of things you could do. I usually watch porn at night and get sexually aroused and masturbate. I said you could help me with that, if you wish. She said, I would love to help. So I said, may I tell you about my sexual fantasies. She said please do. I knew I was taking advantage of her situation. But she probably thought that by helping me would encourage me to help her so we would both benefit. I also knew that after what she had told me about her past, I was not going to frightening her.

I said in my fantasy, I would be lying naked face up on the bed and you would lean over my face and rub your naked breasts on my face and let me lick and suck your nipples. Then you would move down my body and rub your nipples against my nipples. Then move further down to my penis and wrap your breasts around my penis and slide your breasts up and down. I will tell you when to stop and what to do next. She said, I would gladly help you make that fantasy become a reality.

I took off all my clothes and laid down on the bed. She removed my robe she was wearing. She had large breasts with puffy nipples. Her pussy lips were also large and clipped together. When she removed the clip her clitoris stuck out from under its hood and was about one inch long. She explained that her clitoris was very sensitive and when exposed to the slightest touch, I would need to masturbate to calm down. The pussy lip clip protects it. I also can't wear underwear or pants because they rub and dislodge the clip. I could see that her neck and knees were red and raw. She was an extremely sexy looking woman. She started my fantasy breast massage on my body.

After I told her to stop rubbing her breasts on my penis. I said my fantasy continues by you getting up on the bed and crawling on your hands and knees over my body, stopping with your pussy over my mouth and your mouth over my penis, but not touching them. In this position I will lift my head to lick, suck, and finger your pussy. Only after you climax, you can lower your head to rub, suck, and lick my penis and balls. I will try to give you a warning when I am about to cum, so you can pull away, so I don't cum in your mouth. Again she agreed to make my fantasy a reality.

When I started to lick her pussy she immediately pushed her hips down on my tongue and said that she needed aggressive finger rubbing and sucking. I obliged and she said, I also want you to stick your fingers in my anus. She said that all those months of wearing dildo in her ass has increased her desire for anal stimulation. She climaxed rather quickly and moaned appreciatively. She then began to lick and suck my penis and balls. Probably because of all of her experience with oral sex, I also came quickly. She wanted me to cum in her mouth. I politely asked her to roll off me and cuddle up against me with her breasts rubbing my back. She reattached the pussy lip clip to be able to sleep through the night. She told me that she never knew that sex could be so pleasurable. We pulled up the covers and went to sleep.

When we woke up in the morning she asked me if I wanted any morning sex. I said yes, I was sex deprived for a long time and would love more. I suggested that she give me a breast massage like last night followed by letting me suck her pussy. She seemed to be pleased with that idea and removed her pussy lip clip. Afterwards we took a shower together and washed each other. She stuck two soapy fingers up her anus to clean it out and also in her vagina. She rinsed out the soap from both with the squeeze bottle. She said she does this every time she has a bowel movement or gets fucked. She re-clipped her pussy lips when we left the shower. I loved having someone wash me and let me explore their body with my fingers and tongue.

After the shower, I dressed and she put on my robe. We went to the kitchen and she made a large breakfast, she seemed to be very hungry. After breakfast we begin to discuss how to change her identity and keep her safe. I told her that my sister who lived out of state died about a year ago in a car accident that also killed her daughter. Her daughter was about your age. I was the executor for her estate so I obtained all of their personal papers. Her daughter's name was Susan Woodward and I have her birth certificate, social security card, and high school diploma. I suggest you take her name. I will introduce you as my niece who has agreed to be my housekeeper and helper for a few years. I will pay you $1,000 per month, if you agree. She said of course I agree, call me Sue and you do not need to pay me anything. I said $1,000 is not very much for all of your expected duties. We will open a bank account in your name with a debit card to help you establish your new identity.

Before this, I suggest we start by changing your appearance so you won't be easily identified by anyone from your past. In some way it was fortunate that you were locked away from people for years. I have an old photo of Susan, she had short strawberry blond hair, wore glasses, and was about your height and weight. Tomorrow we will go to Goodwill and I will buy you some used clothes. Outside of the house, I suggest you wear a long dress and a long scarf to hide the bruising on your neck and your knees. Inside the house, I would like you to wear a tank top with a miniskirt, or a short robe for my viewing pleasure. You will help me pick out the clothes but I will buy them and we will not leave the store together. We do want to look like friends, yet. You can also look for glasses. Then we will go to a hairdresser to get your haircut short and colored like a strawberry blond in a far away city. Whenever you are outside, you will need to wear a long scarf around your neck to hide the dog collar bruising. If anyone asks about the bruising, tell them you got your long scarf caught in a car door and was dragged for a little bit before the driver knew what happened. Then with your new appearance, we will go to a bank and open your checking account and apply for a debit card. Later I want you to get a new driver licence with a photo ID. You will use my address and I will help you with any forms.

She said, you made a great plan. I know I have never had a job and would have a very hard time finding work and living on my own. I would like to thank you for your kindness, but the only way I know how is by having sex with you. Will you sit down and take off your pants. I will remove my clip and sit on your lap and rub your penis with my clit until we both climax. Also please suck on my tits, I know you like that and I do too. I agreed and found out that her extended pussy lips kept my penis in place as she slid back and forth rubbing my penis against her clit. When we were finished, she put on her clip and began to clean the house. When it was time to go to Goodwill she finally asked for her dress from the clothes dryer.

She found all the clothes she needed at Goodwill and we went home to try them on. Her sexy scoop neck tank top and miniskirt really turned me on. I suggested we go to the hairdresser tomorrow, not today. She continued to clean the house, it needed it. I knew that if I wanted her full attention all I had to do is reach under her skirt and remove the clip. She would soon come to me for relief, but I would save that for another day. For supper she made beef fajitas that were quite good. We watched a movie on TV sitting side by side on the couch. She wore her mini skirt and tank top and I wore my loosely tied bathrobe. She kept her pussy lip clip on, I put my arm around shoulders and massaged her breasts and she lightly massaged my penis as we watched TV. I was greatly looking forward to bedtime. The bedtime performance was very similar to the previous night. She remembered all my fantasies. As was the morning wake-up sex and mutual shower.

The next morning after breakfast she dressed conservatively with a long dress and scarf. We drove fifty miles away to a larger city to find a hairdresser to keep her old/new appearance secret. I gave her cash to pay the hairdresser. Afterwards she did look quite different. Near home we stopped at a bank to open her a new account. I introduced her as my niece. She showed Susan's social security card and birth certificate and everything went smoothly. I gave her a thousand dollar check to deposit in her account. She was well on her way to establish her new identity. We celebrated by going to a restaurant for lunch. She paid for my lunch with her new debit card. I bought us a bottle of wine so we could celebrate at home and dress more comfortably.

When we got home she changed into her new robe and I in my robe. I asked, how should we celebrate? We poured some wine in glasses and sat on the couch. She suggested we could play kinky poker. She said she learned the game when she was a dog slave. The players did not bet money but the winner got to use the slave, as he desired. For our game, you only win what you bet. For example, you might bet that if you win you will get to lick whipped cream off of my body. I might bet that if I win I will lick the whipped cream from your body. The bets should not take a long time to complete, to keep the game moving along. Requests like sucking to climax might take too long.

We agreed, she removed her pussy lip clip, and the game began. My first bet was for her to drip milk from her tits into my mouth. Her bet was for me to drip wine from my penis into her mouth. We dealt the five cards each and discarded the cards we did not want and replaced them with new cards. I won, I had the highest hand. She went to the kitchen and came back with a shot glass filled with milk. I laid on the couch and she knelt over me pulled open her robe and dribbled the milk onto her tit which ran down to the nipple and dripped into my mouth. She repeated this with the other tit until all of the milk was gone and her nipples were sucked dry.

For the next hand, my bet was for her to let me drink wine from her vagina. She stayed with her first bet. The hand was dealt and I won again. She cleaned out the shot glass and filled it with wine. She sat on the couch with her legs spread and I knelt before her. She asked me to stick my tongue in her vagina. I did as she asked and she slowly poured the wine in her vagina as I licked it up until it was all gone. I avoided her clitoris.

For the next hand, I bet she should let me to lick whipped cream from her body. She stayed with her first bet. When the cards were dealt, I purposely discarded all my good cards so I would lose. She won and I filled the shot glass with wine and she knelt between my legs with my penis in her mouth. I slowly poured the wine on my penis and she sucked up. I looked at her discarded cards and could see that she was playing the same game, trying to lose. When I thought about it, I couldn't lose. I enjoyed her win as much as my wins.

We continued the game. For my next bet, I wanted to eat a celery stick from her vagina without using my hands. For her bet, she wanted me to lick her anus. When the cards were dealt, I won again but we both had very low scores. She went to the kitchen and found a celery stick. She laid down on the couch and pushed it in her vagina. About ⅓ was sticking out. I leaned over and began eating. When I got to her entrance, I bit into the celery and pulled it up and then bit a piece off. I asked her to tighten her vagina so it would not slip back in. She did and I continued this strategy until I ate the whole stalk. We continued the game for two more hands. It was getting late and we had not eaten supper. She heated up a frozen pizza. After we ate, she cleaned up the kitchen and it was bedtime.

When we went to bed and removed our robes, she said please listen to me. You are saving my life. I will do anything to make you happy. Our kinky poker game has taught me a few things. What is kinky to some people is important to others. You seemed to really like licking milk from my breasts and drinking wine from my pussy. You deserve to have that. I also liked licking wine from your penis. Let's find a way to make this happen every night. I might suggest that we add whipping cream to our night time ritual. Or maybe Irish cream, it can be served warm and does not spoil because of the alcohol. What do you think? I said, I like the Irish cream suggestion. It looks like milk on your tits and semen on your pussy and on my penis, we can explore other drinks later.

She also said, I would like to entertain you to keep you interested in me. Do you mind if I give you a form of a lap dance? She continued, a lap dance usually requires you to sit in a chair while I dance and wiggle my naked body in front of you and then sit on your lap and rub your penis on my clit or ass. I know we would both like that but I want to suggest a better way. I would like to try an inverted lap dance. You will lay on the bed face up with your head hanging over the side. I will still dance and wiggle my naked pussy but now it will be very close to your face. I will spread my pussy lips and your tongue could lick my clit as I move it forward and back. I will also lean forward and suck and lick your penis while I gyrate my hips against your mouth. Next I will get on my knees and rub my tits in your mouth and give you a French kiss. My position will change often, including turning around and spreading my butt cheeks for you to finger and lick my anus. Remember a lap dance is an appetizer or foreplay, the main course comes later. I think this inverted position will satisfy both of us better than the normal lap dance because it involves your mouth and fingers more than your penis. I said it sounds great, please go ahead. I could tell that she was very serious and creative about taking care of my needs and making me happy.

After the inverted lap dance, she went to the kitchen and brought back a squeeze bottle filled with Irish cream. The squeeze bottle made it much easier to control the cream placement and amount. We added licking cream to our previous breast massage and penis and pussy sucking bedtime routine. The morning wake-up sex also included the Irish cream. Our morning mutual shower removed any traces of spilled cream.

She made breakfast and we began a new day. She felt safe with her new identity and felt secure in knowing that she was making me a very happy person. She was also finally enjoying sex as a pleasurable experience. Both of our dreams were being fulfilled. I could only hope that it would stay that way for many years to come.