A young single mother finds herself a prisoner to her cruel and
perverted date, and unable to make a fuss without waking her small
daughter.


He would leave now, Darcy thought weakly. He had pounded her like a
rag
doll, so that she ached all over, and she had come like a bitch in
heat. But he was finished. No one would find out, and she could try
again to think of how she was going to handle him.

Except he seemed in no great hurry to leave. He untied her ankles and
let them drop to the bed, much to the relief of her aching back, then
unstrapped her wrists as well. He had no need, after all, of keeping
her bound.

But then he produced a long, thin chain with a loop on one end, and
slipped the loop over her head. It was a choke chain, a dog’s choke
chain, and he pulled it tight as he backed away so that Darcy gasped
and choked and her fingers clawed at the thing around her throat even
as he forced her to jerk forward towards the edge of the bed.

"Come on, you dirty little fucking bitch dog," he said, dragging her
off the bed by the chain. "On your hands and knees like the dirty dog
slut you are."

She knew he was deliberately using such foul, abusive language to
degrade her. It succeeded, but something about it also turned her on.

She fought the chain with her hands, desperately trying to gulp in
air,
but he shoved her hands back, pinning them, tightening the chain even
more so that her eyes bulged, her head throbbed, and her chest
pounded.

"Obey me, whore," he said. "You can’t fight me. And you don’t want
to.
You’re a natural cunt whore, and you need to be told what to do. Now
get on your fucking hands and knees like I told you to and I’ll
loosen
the choke chain."

He released her wrists and jerked her forward by the hair, then back
again so that she cried out and her hands slapped against the floor
to
support her. The chain loosened and she gulped in deep, desperate,
ragged breaths of air as she knelt, quivering, on all fours.

That’s better," he said. "Learn to obey me, slut.

He backed up and tugged briefly on the chain.

Crawl, whore.

Dazedly she crawled, putting one hand forward, then the other,
lurching
forward as he took another step back, then another. She was getting
her
breath back now but was still dazed as he forced her to crawl across
the floor.

"Where’s the booze?" he demanded.

She looked up at him, blinking in confusion, and he held up what
looked
like a handful of leather laces, laces like the ones he’d used to tie
her wrists at work. He swept his hand down and they slashed across
her
buttocks with stinging pain so that she cried out and lurched
violently.

I asked you a question, cunt whore.

"I-in the living room!" she cried.

Let’s get me a drink.

He tugged on the choke chain and Darcy was forced to crawl after him,
across the carpet to the door and then, anxious in case Jasmine
wakened
and came out of her room, down the hall and into the living room.

She felt shamed and yet she felt little resentment or anger. It was
as
if he were some kind of force of nature, something to be accepted
without thought. And it felt bizarrely – exciting – to be crawling
along like a dog on a leash. He slashed the laces of the whipper tickler across her bottom
and
she gasped but kept her voice down, despite how they stung.

Faster, slut.

She crawled into the living room. She headed towards the cabinet
where
she kept the liquor but he stopped, and the choke chain closed tight
around her throat, making her gurgle and stop.

Again the laces whipped across her bottom and she let out a gasp of
pain.

Heel, slut.

He pulled on the chain, forcing her to scramble backwards next to
him.

That’s it. Remember your manners.

"Please, keep your voice down," she gasped.

That drew another slash from the laces, and again she gasped in pain.

How old is your daughter, slut?

"She’s four," she panted.

Another slash, this time across her back.

"Say sir, slut. Four, eh? So in another fourteen years I’ll be
fucking
her in the ass, too?"

He chuckled, then tugged on the leash. "Where’s the liquor, slut?"
She had to wait until he eased his pull on the choke chain to speak.

"I-it’s in that cabinet," she panted.

He walked to the cabinet and opened it, then examined the contents as
Darcy looked around anxiously. She had no idea how she would possibly
explain this if Darcy wakened and came out into the living room.
Worse,
she pictured the girl talking about it to Gary later, how she’d found
mommy naked, on hands and knees, being walked like a dog by a strange
naked man.

Strangely, she wasn’t afraid he would hurt Jasmine. She just didn’t
see