Chapter 11
Ruth had stayed with them for two months before she snuck away one night after installing rings in her nipples. Kristen had had her doubts about Ruth from the beginning. She didn't think that she was the type to endure continual pain. And when Ruth left her thoughts were confirmed.
Three months later Gwen had joined them as they passed through Ohio.
Gwen was a gutsy gal, all four foot eleven of her. But she too only lasted for a couple of months before she left.
The guys never bothered looking for any of the women they had in passing. It just wasn't worth their effort. After all, they still had Kristen who showed no signs of wishing to leave them as month passed into month as they made their way across the country.
They had a few close calls. In Indiana they almost got arrested for nonpayment at one of the few gas stations that Kristen could not be used as payment and they drove off. The owner settled for the cash owed and a secret night with Kristen in his home as the others rested in a nearby hotel.
Illinois almost landed them in jail too when they thought they had an agreement with a coffee shop. The guy agreed to Kristen as payment but after availing himself to her exactable body, complete with using his belt on her ass and tits, he renegade and demanded payment in cash.
That pissed off Sam to such an extent that he floored the guy before leaving. That threat was eliminated when the arresting officer was persuaded that payment in full had been received. Of course that was only after he too sampled Crustiness many skills.
TJ dropped out of the gang in Illinois too. He was immediately replaced by another black guy, called Samson though no one believed it was it name. Samson took an immediate liking to Kristen. His favorite was to slam his eleven inch cock up her ass as he whipped the shit out of her back.
Kristen found many things about Samson she liked, not the least of which was his stamina.
Swinging south, they headed toward Texas as the temperatures dropped and they began looking for warmer claimants. Texas filled their desires for several months where they added a Mexican gal to their group for a while.
Louis was a corker. She loved to sass and was more than willing to pay for it. But she too left after a while and they headed to Arizona.
It was there that Ian got inspired and decided to whip Crustiness ass and tits with long needled cactus. It took her three days to pull all of the needles out of her, but she didn't regret it at all.
When they reached Phoenix, Kristen persuaded Sam that she needed some clothes as hers were almost in tatters. Taking Russ with them, they drove to a mall to make their selections. Kristen assumed that her own money would be used to make the purchases.
She was correct to an extent.
Sam was still in custody of her money, not much of it had been used over the months as her body was bartered instead.
Generally they didn't buy what they needed. Razors, soap, cigarettes and so forth were usually stolen along the way. Twice they had to buy parts for the bikes, some money was spent if all else failed, money was used to wash clothes, and once they had to pay to get Dave out of jail.
Other than occasional meals, gas and lodgings that could not be bartered for, her money was virtually untouched, except for supplies for her monthly period, nothing was spent on Kristen. But even Sam and the guys agreed that her clothing had suffered in the time she had been with them. So off they went.
It wasn't a big mall. They didn't need one anyway. After all they were just going to get Kristen a couple of pairs of jeans and a couple of shirts.
They parked the bikes and entered the mall.
They had passed several shops that Kristen had thought would be appropriate but Sam continued on, eventually looking for something specific.
He found it when he saw a sales clerk leering at a customer and he instantly entered and the others followed in his wake.
"Pick out what you want, Kristen, while I have a chat with the clerk."
She turned to do as bided as Sam made his way to the clerk. After ascertaining her sizes, Russ helped her look through the racks of clothing. Each had selected several items as Sam and the clerk joined them on their way to the dressing rooms.
After trying them on, Kristen selected two pairs of jeans, two shirts and a jeans jacket. She stepped out and showed Sam her choices. He nodded, took her arm and began to lead her toward the back of the store as Kristen began to understand.
She smiled. It was a first for her. She had never paid with her body for clothing before and was curious as to what would happen.
How did Sam always know who to approach? she wondered as they pushed aside a curtain and stepped into the back storage room.
The curtain dropped back in place as Sam and Russ walked over to a box and sat on it as the clerk looked at Kristen.
She turned to give him her full attention. She saw his smile and automatically began to unbutton her shirt.
"No. I'll do that."
She dropped her arms to her side and watched him approach.
"Do you know what is going to happen?"
"I have a pretty good idea," she answered as she turned her face up to him and smiled.
"What do you think will happen," he asked as his fingers finished unbuttoning her shirt.
"Well, you are going to at least fuck me."
He smiled. "I'm going to do more than that. Care to make a guess?"
Kristen saw it in his eyes and answered. "You are also going to hurt me."
"And?"
"And what?"
"Are you going to cooperate?"
"Yes, I'll do whatever you want. Just tell me."
"Whatever I want, huh?"
"Whatever," she stated as her jeans slid down her legs. She could already feel her pussy drooling in anticipation.
He nodded and smiled, then turned and walked away. "Come here and place yourself over my lap for a spanking."
Kristen saw him studying her for her reaction to his words. She walked to him and smiled to give him the answer to his silent question. A moment later she was across his lap in the prescribed position. A position that reminded her of the night at the 'Hideaway' where she and John had earned so much money.
It was a fond memory.
One that made her think of John. It had been over three months since she had last talked with John. Maybe she could give him a call later. But that and all other thoughts soon left her as the clerk brought his hand down to her upturned ass with a smack.
A very promising smack. Followed by many more as she squirmed atop his legs with building arousal.
Her backside was quite warm when she felt him move so he could unzip her own jeans. A moment later his hard cock was pressed between her hot thigh as he continued to pound away to their mutual satisfaction.
He didn't even stop when she felt his juices splatter between her legs. If anything he hit her even harder and faster.
Sam had let her call John after they left the store with her new clothes. And as she curled up in his arms that night, they talked.
"I can feel it in you, Kristen."
"Feel what?"
"You're starting to drift away. You're being pulled back home, aren't you?"
"How could you tell?"
"I can tell. I feel it myself."
Turning in his arms, she asked, "Yourself? What do you mean, Sam?"
"Our time with the gang is almost at an end. It's time for both of us to move on to bigger and better things."
"What are the better things for you?"
She felt his body shake with laughter before she heard it. "Would you believe that I come from a very wealthy family and have a job waiting?"
She considered her response before replying.
"I have no trouble at all believing that of you. I've sensed it from the beginning at the races." Turning back into his arms, she continued. "I sensed that you were much like me. Out for one last fling before settling into the traditional mold of job, home and family."
"I felt in you too. At one time I even thought of taking you with me. But I've since changed my mind."
"Why?"
"Because I've come to realize that you have someone waiting for you back in Connecticut. Someone special to you, as you are to me."
"You're right. John is special."
"Tell me about John, Kristen."
"Tell you about John. In many ways he reminds me of you. Would you believe that I had to teach John how to hurt me? I was attracted to him from the first time I saw him. But John was different than the other men I knew. He was gentle, and as you know, I do like gentle every once in a while for a change. But with him I sensed something different."
"I sensed that he liked me. Not what he could do to or with my body. He liked me. Kristen. I liked him too and over time we both changed. I told you about the night at the 'Hideaway', the night we earned so much money and could seriously consider a future together. John has been working for years to realize his dream, so he didn't object when I went off to gain mine."
"We're both waiting until we can be back together and make the future we both want. I wanted a year for my dream and that year is almost over. And you're right, it is almost time to leave. But John is ready for me. He has his degree now and a good job. He's saved enough money for our house and with the money we earned that night we will have no worries for years, but which time he'll be adequately successful to support us."
"And what do you want to do with John in the future?"
"The usual I guess. Home, kids, that sort of thing. But it will be more than that. I will also have John. John to hurt me. John to love me tenderly. John to make me happy."
"You love him, don't you?"
"Yes." She wasn't shy or coy with her answer it was just a statement of fact.
"That's what I sensed. I never stood a chance to win your affections. They were already given. But over the months I learned something else."
"What?"
"I learned what was important and what wasn't."
"What is important to you, Sam? What do you want out of life?"
"Pretty much the same as you. Home, kids and a gal to love. I use to think I wanted a slave, but you have thought me that I don't."
"What do you mean by that?"
He curled his hand around her breast, gave it a squeeze, and said, "You are not a slave by any stretch of the imagination, Kristen. You are a woman who knows what she wants and goes out to get it. You wanted your year with a motorcycle gang and you got it. But you have never been a slave."
"I've seen the way you handle the guys. Yes, you submit to their desires, and yours, but even when they beat you or fuck you, you are the one in charge. It happens like that frequently. To a certain extent slaves are always in control. They set the limits, not the so called masters or mistresses."
"Slaves play upon the needs of their masters and in doing so they become the ones that truly rule. It's a paradox, but it's true. The master become dependent upon the slave. Look at history. The South fell when the slaves were freed. Look at the gals that were with for a while. They too left. Just as you will, shortly I think, to go back to where you want to be."
"I never thought of it that way. But I think you're right, at least partly. Maybe that's what attracted me to John. I knew he wanted to please me, even if I had to teach him how to hurt me in the beginning. And I know that I'm very selfish. I want, need, my needs taken care of. I get that when you guys come at me more than one at a time. I relish the attention. I crave the knowledge that I mean something."
Snuggling closer to him, she added, "You know, if I didn't have John to return to, I think the two of us would be good too."
"I know. But you do have John to return to. Just as I have another life to return to. Who knows, maybe someday the three of us can get together for some fun."
"I'd like that."
Later after they had joined their bodies Crustiness thoughts returned again and again to John. He was waiting for her.
And she knew that she wouldn't make him wait much longer.
It had taken them two weeks to leave the gang and head out on their own. And it had taken them five days to reach John's house.
As Sam parked his bike behind John's house they both knew what they were going to do. They had spent hours talking about it as they passed from state to state on their journey.
Kristen took the key from its hiding place and let them in the house.
"It looks so familiar."
"Well, it should," he laughed as he took her arm and they made their way to the bedroom. "You take a shower and I'll get things ready."
Reaching up, Kristen gave him a kiss. "What would I do without you?"
"You don't need me, Kristen. You'll have John from now on." Giving her ass a swat, he sent her into the bathroom as he surveyed the room that was almost familiar to him, Kristen had talked about it so much.
Checking his watch Sam noted that John should be arriving in about an hour. He had his work cut out for him in that time.
John had had a feeling all day long that something was going to happen. Something connected with Kristen. He hadn't talked with her in over two months, maybe that was it. She would call him tonight. Maybe that was what he was feeling, he thought as he slipped the key into the door and opened it.
Closing the door behind him, he turned on the light and his eyes opened wide by what he saw.
He almost tripped over a tennis shoe. Another was lying on the bottom step of the stairs. A shirt was draped over two treads halfway up. A pair of jeans laid at the top, the legs spread wide as if in invitation.
Kristen was home!
Dropping his briefcase on the floor, he removed his jacket and tie as he climbed the stairs. About to open his bedroom door, he stopped to pick up Crustiness favorite whip from the floor. He hadn't removed it from the closet since she had left and he knew she awaited him beyond the door.
That thought in mind, he removed his clothes before opening the door. The whip firmly in his hand he stepped in and said, "Kristen, love, I've waited ..."
His words stopped at the sight before him. It was Kristen.
A smiling Kristen who was hanging from the ceiling by her wrists. Her legs were tied off to rings in the walls. Strings were attached to her pussy rings, around her hips, and holding her pussy wide open. A huge double ended dildo could be seen in her snatch. John assumed that the other end, that was not hanging down, was in her asshole.
Another string was hanging from her clit ring as it supported the cat-o-nine, which gently swayed back and forth by her slight movements. Her nipple rings supported leaded ball-shaped weights that pulled them toward the floor.
Her entire body was multi colored by very recent whip strokes.
A huge red ribbon was tied in a bow around her waist.
Before him was a present. All wrapped and decorated. Kristen had made her body a gift to him.
But who had aided her?
Finally drawing his eyes from Kristen, John looked around and found another man casually reclining on his bed. The man was naked and had a massively hard cock pointing into the air.
Surveying the room more John saw every instrument that he and Kristen owned lying about. Various whips and gags were on the floor. Harnesses, rings, clamps and switches where atop dressers. Dildos, weights and pressing devices were at the foot of the bed that the man was lying on.
Making a rash assumption, John thought that the man with Kristen was no stranger to her. And with that thought in mind he closed the door behind him and walked up to the suspended Kristen.
Reaching out his hand to caress her weighted breasts he looked into her eyes and said, "It's been fourteen months, Kristen. God, it is great to see you! Are you supposed to be my present?"
"I'm anything you want me to be, John. But ahh can we talk later? Sam has me hotter than hell. I'm all primed and ready for you."
"And what is that you want?"
"You. Your cock. And anything you want to do with me." She smiled at him, nodded her head toward the wall facing her, and said, "I'm just how you like me. Mirror, spread wide open and stuffed to the limit. Love me, John. Just love me as only you can."
Knowing that the whip that was left out in the hallway was for a purpose, and knowing that he knew he couldn't wait much longer, John silently walked in front of her and turned slightly sideways.
"I love you, Kristen. And I've missed you like hell."
Thus saying he brought the whip up and smashed it into her spread opened pussy. The pussy that he craved to fuck, torment and love beyond anything else in the world.
With the previous priming that Sam had done and with finally being with John, it was the last ingredient Kristen needed. With that one stroke she came. Her body arched in midair. Her pussy convulsed. And her special scent filled the air of the room.
A moment later John ripped out the dildo and his mouth was plastered to her spasming cunt. His tongue was dipping, swirling, and delving into her pulsating depths.
Kristen was in heaven. She was precisely where she wanted to be. And with who she wanted to be with. Nothing else in the world mattered beyond those facts.
Too impatient to wait, John stood and walked around Crustiness body and eased his cock up her ass as he again became a voyeur, his eyes glued to their actions in the opposing mirror. And he knew that it was more than Kristen being there. He was now complete as only she could make him feel.
But as he watched the mirror, it's reflection changed. From off to the side a whip could be seen coming at her weighted breasts. A second later it landed and her ass pulled him in deeper as John turned his head and saw the man who had been lying on the bed use the whip on Kristen.
He didn't stop his stroking cock, but he did lower his hands to her opened pussy and pull it even wider apart. And the man took up the invitation.
The whip landed directly between his fingers as Kristen screamed for him to fuck her. Harder. Faster. And deeper.
John was more than eager to comply. In fact, there was nothing else in the world that he could do at that moment.