Chapter 4
Kristen awoke the next morning to sounds of moans and twittering birds.
She recognized the Blue Jays squawk before she recognized she was the one moaning.
Squinting her eyes shut against the bright glare of the sun she slowly came awake. And with her senses starting to function they all bombarded her with information.
Touch registered pain in her from hair to toes and all in between.
Taste registered the last residue of male cream, dirt and morning after breath.
Sound registered birds, small animals scurrying in the woods and her continued moans.
Smell registered stale sex orders, male and female, woods, dirt and other outdoor smells like the faint smell of recent burnt wood.
But none of really registered until she opened her eyes and put them all together.
Slowly sitting up she surveyed her battered body, the surrounding woods, and the empty camp site.
"They left me," she said with a noticeable sound of regret. "After all of that, they left me. Why, oh why, did they leave me?"
She broke down in tears.
The squawking Jay and a chattering squirrel paused in their activity to note the new sounds coming from the girl lying on the ground. .The Jay flew away as the squirrel climbed higher in the tree, but otherwise ignored the naked girl in their domain.
When her tears were finally spent, Kristen knew she had no choice but to return to Uncle Devon.
Wiping tears with dirty hands she finally assessed her situation and began to look around.
Her torn uniform was lying some ten feet away, but her casual look told her that it would offer scant covering. But it was all she had, so she slowly stood and walked to it as her body protested every move she made.
Looking down she saw that her body was covered with dried cum, dried grasses, dried leaves and itchy dirt. Remembering the small stream just beyond the clearing she made her way there and cleaned up the best she could under the circumstances.
Pushing the water off with her hands she donned her torn uniform. Only the top two buttons remained and she fastened them and went back to the clearing to look for her shoes.
She couldn't find them.
But she did find a scrap of paper with the words "Thanks for the night, bitch. You were great." written on it.
Curling her hand around the paper, she began walking out of the clearing toward the road.
Dispirited, she began the long walk back.
Devon Slade saw her when she was a half a mile from the diner. He saw her stumble, her tattered uniform flapping in the gentle breeze, and as she neared he even saw the disappointment written on her face. "So they didn't keep her," he thought as she stepped into the parking lot.
He saw her stiff movements and various marks on her body and correctly assumed how she had spent the night. "She took on all four and survived," he muttered as he tossed his apron on the counter as he walked toward the back of the diner where she had headed.
They met at the back door. He watched her open it as he leaned against the wall.
"So, you came back?"
Kristen had seen her uncle but she really wasn't thinking about him as she stepped inside. Her only goal was the shower as she looked at him.
Was he mad? Of course he was, she thought.
"Good morning, Uncle Devon."
"Good morning, hell. It's 2:00. You missed breakfast and lunch."
"I'm ahh sorry."
"Sorry won't make it, slut. I know where you were and with who. Take off those rags and get in the room."
'The room' was the one they had set up for their games of pain and sex. "Of course," she thought, "he will punish me for leaving." But she really didn't care.
Kristen took off her uniform. It wasn't all that hard, and let it fall to the floor.
"They gave you quit a workout, didn't they?"
She nodded her head.
"But not as much as I will. Get your ass in there."
"I ahh I will. May I have a shower first, though?"
His first response was to say no, but he changed his mind as he looked closer. She was filthy and he had no desire to take dirty, sloppy second's. Hell, probably thirty's if it came to that.
"Make it quick."
Kristen silently made her way to the shower as Devon went to tell Susan to cover for him for a while. He then made his way to 'the room' to prepare for his niece.
A wet haired Kristen joined him ten minutes later and he began.
Kristen didn't object at any of the treatment her uncle gave her.
She willingly offered up herself to be bound and beaten even more. As whip and crop assaulted her battered body she told him all that had transpired the previous night.
When Devon finished with her Kristen was tied over a saw horse type device. Cum was again leaking out of her asshole and there wasn't an inch of her back or ass that wasn't marked. Many places were bleeding.
But she really didn't care.
Nor did she care that she spent the next two hours in that position.
Her one and only dream was to find a replacement for the group that had deserted her. Preferably another motorcycle gang. Uncle Devon was a dear, but he was only one man and she knew that he couldn't content her.
No, she needed several men in her life.
Several mean, demanding men.
As time passed Devon began to take a closer look at Kristen and he came to the same conclusion Kristen had. He was no longer enough for her.
Oh, yea, she still eagerly consented to his slightest wish but he knew she was seeking more. And he knew he had no more to give her. Hell, he was only one man. And one man could only do so much.
It was time to incorporate others into their lives.
But they had to be just the right kind of others and he took his time looking.
It wasn't until some seven months later that he found what he was looking for.
He was thumbing through a sex magazine when he came across the ad for Porter's Fantasy Retreat.
He knew that Jim Porter had a small place the next town over but had never paid much attention to it, until he read the ad. Two hours after reading the ad, he was on his way there.
Tucked away in the hills of Connecticut Porter's Fantasy Retreat was in an ideal location Devon thought as he parked his car in front of the main cabin and walked up to the door labeled "Office".
His entrance was signaled with a tinkling bell and Jim Porter's voice asking, "May I help you?" from behind the small counter.
"Yes. I was just reading about your place in this magazine and was interested in a tour."
"A tour, but not accommodations?"
"A tour now, accommodations later. If I find what I'm looking for."
Jim smiled. He knew when he had a live one. And it didn't harm matters that he knew of Devon Slade, at least he knew the rumors. And with just the rumors that he had heard made his cock begin to swell in his jeans.
"Right this way, Mr. Slade." Jim coughed Devon's raised eyebrow at the mention of his name when it hadn't been given. "Yes, I've heard of you and was wondering when you would make an appearance. Allow me to show you around."
Jim stepped out from behind the counter and the two of them walked outside.
"As you read in the ad, I have twenty-five cabins here. Some are duplicates, but all serve to fulfill some fantasy. Perhaps you would like to see Cabin 13 first. "
"Whatever you say," Devon replied as he tried to figure out how this man seemed to know so much about him. But when the door to 13 was opened he knew that Jim Porter did know him.
"Interesting," Devon said as he looked around the small cabin. "But how did you know this particular cabin would interest me?"
Jim laughed "I've heard rumors for years. I've even been to your diner on several occasions. And" he paused to look directly at Devon, "I've seen your niece, Kristen. I've even paid extra fees on occasions. It wasn't all that hard to know your wants. My only question is, what are your plans now that you are here?"
Looking at the 'decorations' of Cabin 13 Devon knew something about Jim Porter, too. They were kindred spirits, at least to some degree. Whips, canes, dildos, harnesses, restraining devices and other implements of restraint and pain filled Cabin 13.
"What are your limitations for those visiting?"
"Death. It can be sooo messy, not to mention explaining to the authorities. I simply offer what people want. No more, no less. How they use what I offer is up to them. Each cabin is totally sound-proofed and supplied with individual fantasies."
"Along with 13 and 23 providing for those into the administration of pain on others, I have cabins for those into Eastern Harems, animal acts, infantilism, water sports, and so on. Each to their own, I always say. Although I will admit that bondage and pain are my personal preferences."
"And how are arrangements made?"
"The standard way. I accept Visa, MasterCard, and American Express like any other motel or hotel. No reference is made to what is selected on the billing. It is entered as lodgings. I'll give you a listing of rates in the office, but they are fairly standard too. Of course I do bill for use of material, but that too is standard in the industry."
"Is 23 the same as this one?"
"More or less, but it caters more toward the female being the dominate. Devices are for torturing men instead of women. You know, cocks instead of pussy, and so forth. But many can be used on either."
"I get cash in advance, or credit card, in most cases."
"Meaning?" Devon asked when it was obvious that other means of payment would be considered.
"Meaning that I can be persuaded to take it out in trade."
"Trade? As in doing a bit of inflicting yourself?"
"Very astute, Mr. Slade. As I said, I've seen your niece."
"Turns you on, does she?"
"You could say that. Interested?"
"Let's go back to your office and talk specifics."
By the time Devon left they were in complete agreement in the form of payment.
The next step was the selection of the others involved".
That proved easy when Devon ran his own ad in the same magazine that Jim Porter had his.
The responses started coming in. At an alarming rate speed.
When Devon explained his plans to Kristen she gave her first spark of excitement in months and he knew that his time with her was limited.
But that was okay, too. He had spent about three years with her and was looking himself. As he got older he noticed that his desires were different too. Suddenly he wanted to leave something behind-a son of his own. Kristen could not give him that. Oh, physically she could, but no one would accept him as such. No, he needed another woman for his son.
And with Kristen busy for evenings, it would allow him to do his own looking. He had already met two possible candidates but had eliminated them on the first meeting. Not that he didn't enjoy them, but they weren't what he was looking for. He wanted more than a submissive woman, hell, he had that in Kristen. He wanted someone he could spend the rest of his life with. Someone who would be worth of bearing his son.
But he was in no hurry. He wasn't about to die tomorrow, so he could look around while Kristen made him richer.
It was time to think financially. And Kristen was the means unto that end.
After checking into local laws Devon knew the limitations involved and proceeded to make his changes.
His diner was now listed as adult instead of family. He also bought a liquor permit and knocked out a wall to install the bar. The name changed from Devon's Diner to Devon's Hideaway and his clientele slowly changed, although some customers remained steady visitors much to his glee.
Susan became his assistant cook, because she refused to go topless and didn't have the shape for it anyway. He hired a bruising bartender by the name of John Majors, who doubled as a bouncer and five other 'waitresses' to serve food and drinks.
Business took off like a rocket. Being midway between two major cities didn't harm matters either as he pulled from both and as word spread, from around the state and even out of state. His partnership with Jim Porter solved the problem of the girls working at the Hideaway and all reaped the rewards.
But none more than Devon and Kristen.
Wearing only a G-string, it was obvious as to Kristen's talents. A forged birth certificate took care of the authorities and a night spent with the local sheriff assured all that there would be no future problems. His first night was free, but the following ones were not. He didn't complain and Jim got a bonus of better protection, too.
John was working at the bar, dodging Joann's dancing feet as Kristen rubbed her sore ass. She had just gotten a vicious pinch from the guy at table seven. A pinch right on a hefty bruise she had received the night before from the guy who had taken her to 13. As she soothed her tender backside, she smiled. The little guy sure knew how to handle a paddle and his small cock had been very hard for very long up her blistered ass.
"Hey, Kristen, get me a refill," came from across the smoke filled main room. She smiled at one of her favorite customers. "Be there in a second, Stan."
Stan had been one of her first 13 customers and was still a regular. Usually about once a month. As she ordered his Manhattan from John, she smiled as she remembered their last time together-Stan, Bill and Sonny had been very primed that night.
"Here you do, Stan. When you going to take me out again?" she asked as she tipped her G-string forward for his usual tip.
Sliding the crinkled five up her snatch, he smiled at her. "You're too expensive, Kristen. Not that you aren't worth every dime, but it will take me a while to save up. Especially," he laughed as his fingers gave the bills a wiggle up her wet cunt, "when I spend so much here."
"Well," she said as she wiggled her tits in his face, "do some saving, guy. My ass is twitching waiting for your visit."
The five guys at the table all laughed, as every one of them had been up the mentioned ass on numerous occasions. Not to mention the straps, paddles and whatnots they had applied to it too. Joann, Chrissy and Judy were all good for a lay, but Kristen was the one that had them drooling. Them and half of the others present.
It had been rumored that Kristen had even broadened her field to include women.
Taking the soggy bills out of her cunt, Kristen slipped them into her pouch behind the bar. John nodded as he filled an order for Judy then took her money for the drinks she had ordered and served.
"Looks like a good night," he said as he used a wet towel to wipe the bar.
"Not bad," she said as she laid her right tit on his arm. "When you gonna spend a night with me, John?"
"Hell, Kristen, you know leant afford your rates."
"I could make an exception. "
"You could, but I sure wouldn't want to see the results if Devon found out about it."
"I could always stop by your place one night after spending the night at 13 and he'd never know. Interested?"
"You know I am. But I don't have any of the items you need at my place, you know."
"You could always improvise. Hell, a straight fuck would be fine, too. I get a kick out of a straight fuck now and then. And if nothing else, you could always just spank my ass to warm me up. And I know you have two good hands."
John smiled. It was no secret that he had the hots for Kristen. He just didn't go in for her style. But even he could spank an ass on occasion. "You got a deal, Kristen. Let me know the next night you're going to 13."
Kristen returned his smile. She knew that most of the time he had a hard-on it was because of her. And it was like she said, she had the hots for him too and he did have two very good hands. "The next scheduled one is next Tuesday, but if one comes up before then, I'll let you know. Deal?"
"Deed," he said as he gave her hard nipple a little pinch to let her know that she could expect at least a bit of pain from her visit with him.
"Hey, Kristen, a man could die of thirst around here."
She turned to see who had yelled, smiled at them and told John to give her four beers from the tap. A minute later she had another bruise on her left tit and a soggy five up her snatch.
It did look like a good night.