Chapter Four

Nicole was in quite a state as the panel truck pulled up to the rather imposing automatic metal gate granting entrance to the property where she was to be spending the next indefinite period of her life. Rafe entered the security code on the keypad next to the road, and the gate swung open to admit them to the narrow canyon almost completely filled by the burbling stream and the well-maintained asphalt roadbed. The sun was westering as they drove slowly through the arroyo, which seemed so rocky and forbidding that the naked new inhabitant wondered at what a desolation she must be coming to inhabit. But within half a mile the road and streambed took a sudden left turn and opened out into a stunningly verdant idyllic small valley bathed in the red glow of the setting sun.

The Foreman smiled while enjoying the customary surprise of yet another first time visitor to the unexpected transition from badlands to well-watered and long cultivated fields: ‘Welcome to Rancho Arroyo Escondido, naughty girl! There is the Casa Grande where the owners live on the knoll to your left. They won't be in residence for the next month due commitments elsewhere, so if things go at all well, you may even be wearing at least some clothing when you are introduced. The main barns are next to it on the flatlands, and we'll be driving through the vegetable farms and orchards that occupy the lower three quarters of the valley for the next seven miles or so. Then we'll go through a gate to the alfalfa fields that provide fodder for the horses and beef cattle, heading for the satellite barn and our destination.’

The nude prisoner, still sitting somewhat uncomfortably on her well-spanked buttocks against the leather seat of the van, marveled at the wealth that must support such a well-kept little hidden kingdom. She saw workers making their way out of the fields as their day was ending, and hoped none of them could see into the van to witness her ignominious state of punitive unclothing. Would she be on naked display to all of these men who were waving at her handsome companion in such a friendly fashion? But as they entered the alfalfa fields, there seemed to be no more inhabitants, and she didn't see another soul until the truck pulled up at a smaller barn where she could see beautiful horses turned out to graze on a green pasture next to a line of stalls, all meticulously well-kept.

Rafe announced: ‘This is where we will be conducting your training over the next few weeks, naughty one. Your Uncle tells me you've been riding since you were a little girl when you'd spend your summers at his spread, so helping me break the new horses should be not entirely foreign to you. But we'll be staying at a different place, a little cabin we call the Foreman's retreat up at the head of the valley where the spring is dammed to create the reservoir that irrigates all of this. It's kind of out of the way and off the grid, though there is power from the solar panels on the roof, but you will appreciate its isolation unless you particularly enjoy being naked in front of the workers, let alone having them witness your punishments. Those crates we found so handy to deliver your spankings contain the fresh food we'll need for the next week, so we will have the cabin entirely to ourselves for that time while all of our focus will be on getting you sorted out.’

The smoothly paved road that had carried them up the gentle slope of the long valley now changed to a carefully graded and compacted gravel path just wide enough for the truck. It wended its way through Central Coast live oak woods another half mile before ending at a rustic wooden cabin which, save for the solar panels on its roof and that of the adjacent barn, would have looked familiar to inhabitants of a century earlier. The front porch looked out over a lovely little pond perhaps two acres in extent, into which the spring descended in a burbling waterfall at their right as they looked westward into the now setting sun. Nicole had been allowed to keep her low-heeled cheap prison-issue tennis shoes, and these completed her attire as Rafe came around and unlocked her door and opened it to beckon her into the venue she was to occupy for the next unknown length of time.

The evening air felt warm against her skin as she stood on the gravel parking area next to the cabin. Her captor remarked: ‘I thought this would be a good place to begin your rehab, since even when the farm workers are in the valley, they never come this far up. So there's no chance of us being disturbed no matter now much noise you might be needing to make. Go ahead and unload the fresh food while I open up the cabin and air it out, since no one's been there for months. You'll be cleaning it up some while I get dinner started after you put the food away.’

The lanky redhead was glad to be off of her tender bottom, and it was good to have something to do, though she had always hated household chores. Her Mother had made doing them a requirement that the rebellious girl constantly fought against. In fact, most of her Daddy's spankings of her before he left had been for disobeying her Mommy's commands to help out around the house. By the time Nicole was a teenager, she had completely rebelled and never lifted a finger to help her resentful mother, who finally threw up her hands and stopped trying to get the sullen girl to pitch in. And by the time the rebellious redhead reached sixteen, she was already avoiding the house completely and running wild with her equally nihilistic crowd, getting into trouble.

As she was making trip after trip into the cabin, carrying groceries and staples against her otherwise naked torso, Nicole lost the glow of post-spanking affection she had been feeling towards Rafe during the second half of their long drive to the Ranch. Who the fuck did this guy think he was, ordering her around like some sort of fucking slave, and spanking her like he was her Daddy and she was some kind of misbehaving child? By the time the last load of groceries had been brought into the rustic kitchen Rafe had opened all of the wooden shutters that were left over the windows when the retreat was unoccupied, as was most often the case. He had thrown the windows open to the cool evening air, allowing the light breeze to ventilate the stale space. Then he walked into the kitchen, where his tennis-shoe clad but otherwise naked companion stood grumpily, the groceries piled on the wooden countertops in an unsightly jumble.

Like all first rate doms, the Foreman was exquisitely attuned to the slightest variations in the moods of his submissives. Such sensitivity was a sine qua non for effective domination, whose strategies had to be constantly adjusted to the actual emotional state of the recipient of his attentions. What most people outside the Scene failed to understand is that almost all healthy dom-sub relationships amounted to what the cognoscenti of that world would term 'topping from below'. The formal meaning of that term was when the submissive was actually controlling the actions of the dominant. But in practice, true sadists could not thrive in that world for long, since word would get out about their cruelty, and only true masochists would choose to affiliate with them. Only a tiny per cent of those who played in this erotic theater met those definitions, and indeed, those truly misogynistic dominants reveled in the infliction of pain without regard for the feelings of the recipient.

Most submissives indeed eroticized having painful things done to them, but only in the context of ultimate concern for their well-being and optimal erotic satisfaction. In order to accomplish this, the top needed to be in total control of his or her actions, and in deep empathy with the experience of the bottom, so he or she could constantly adjust the stimulation being provided to strike the delicate balance between not enough and too much. Thus, well-regarded dominants were expert observers of mood, tone of voice, facial expression, and body language, all of which were carefully monitored in order to achieve the mutual goal afforded by this most intense of erotic spices: unmatched erotic pleasure for both parties involved.

So Rafe was instantly aware that Nicole's 'pink cloud' post-punishment and pleasuring state of mind had shifted to something far less rosy, as he knew it must. After all, a girl this beautiful and bright did not accumulate the number of black marks on her record that resided in her dossier if she didn't have a pretty well-developed nasty side. The time for further behavioral therapy was at hand, and his appetite for delivering such had barely been whetted by the three spankings in the van. He crossed his arms and leaned against the wall and observed ironically: ‘I see our naughty girl has decided that she's not so pleased with the task she was assigned, or the venue in which she is to operate...and apparently her initiative to finish the job got a bit sidetracked by her mood, am I right?’

Nicole flushed, a bit surprised at being called out so forthrightly by her way too canny captor. But as almost always happened, her temper got the better of her, and as usual, hardly to her benefit. She snapped back: ‘Fuck yeah! This place is a dump, and my ass hurts, and I have to pee, and I have no idea where you want me to put all this crap, and I'm sure a control freak like you has very specific ideas in mind for how it's all supposed to be done, and I'm probably just signing up for another ass beating no matter what I do, 'cause it's just not going to be good enough to please you!’ And then she burst into tears, which were only partially manipulative.

Rafe watched her in ironic amusement, enjoying both her outburst and her realization that she was digging her own grave even while she could not control herself from doing so. That awareness signified a mind he could work with, even if it was currently way out of control. And this also dovetailed neatly with his theory, which he could not have known paralleled Mamacita's almost two centuries earlier but passed down each generation, about why spanking worked for such problems. In order to take the application of painful force in a humiliating way, a person had to develop the ability to master their reactivity even under the most extreme circumstances imaginable. Being bent and bared and having one's buttocks blistered constituted a physiologic emergency for almost anyone. Developing a way to tolerate that situation and achieve true contrition built a mastery of one's own emotions that he was sure would benefit the fiery redhead standing naked in tears in the shambles of the kitchen.

He spoke laconically: ‘Well, young lady, you are right about some of those things and not so right about others. But first, why don't you go pee, and once you come back, we'll discuss all of it.’ Nicole sniffled her concession that this sounded like a good idea, and went to find the bathroom (which she was grateful to find had normal indoor plumbing). She let out an involuntary yelp when sitting on the commode seat, her bottom reminding her of its recent adventures, more of which seemed almost certain to be on the way. And as she sat there emptying a very full bladder and feeling very sorry for herself about her predicament, the rebellious side of her took over again. There was no way she was going to tolerate another spanking, no way in Hell!

So when she was done peeing she clambered through the bathroom window, which had been cast wide open like all the others in the cabin, and took off running. She dimly recognized that if she headed down the valley, she would be going into territory that Rafe knew well and might be occupied by people who worked for him. So the opposite direction seemed the way to go, and she sprinted into the woods north of the cabin as fast as her long legs would carry her. Perhaps she could find something to cover herself with once she worked her way off of the property, or maybe she'd just have to hitch a ride naked and claim she had been attacked and escaped her potential rapists...

Rafe had taken the opportunity while Nicole was relieving herself to get the perishable groceries stored away in the refrigerator, since he had a hunch his captive might soon be making a run for it. When she'd been gone ten minutes, he checked to be sure that she'd fled, and grinned ruefully as he realized he had a chase on his hands. Of course, this was just the sort of thing that the Mounted Patrol thrived on. Within a few minutes he'd gone to the small barn behind the cabin, where he had moved two favorite horses and all their tack the day before in anticipation of Nicole's arrival. His sorrel gelding was tacked up in another five minutes, and he was on the trail immediately. The signs were unequivocal that his prisoner had headed North, just as he'd predicted, and he eased the gelding into a comfortable trot as he followed the signs of her frantic passage through the increasingly dense woods at the top of the valley.

Within half an hour he spotted her, and was impressed with how much ground her long legs had covered, especially bushwhacking uphill in fairly steep terrain. But as she broke free from the woods and headed up the last grassy slopes towards the top of the ridge that marked the edge of the property, she looked back and let loose a wail of despair as she saw her pursuer rapidly closing ground on his big horse. Nicole still managed to reach the top of the ridge, and was actually approaching the barbed wire boundary fence next to a willow thicket when Rafe's lasso descended over her head and pinned her arms to her side as she fell to the still-green late-Spring grass gasping and weeping and cursing.

The Foreman dismounted, snubbing his lariat to the saddle horn of the well-trained sorrel who would maintain its tension as he would have with an errant calf he had brought down, and sauntered up to confront his recaptured prisoner. ‘My goodness, you sure are a naughty one, aren't you, young lady? It seems like our earlier lessons didn't make nearly enough of an impression on you. I guess we'll just have to up the ante a bit, and see if we can get your attention a bit more effectively this time.’ She glared at him mutely from the ground, well aware that of she opened her mouth, she was only going to make things worse for herself. He turned back to his horse, and pulled the extra saddle blanket he had tied to the back of his saddle before heading out, with just its current intended purpose in mind. He left her lying bound by his rope, which the sorrel was keeping taut with practiced ease, and walked over to the adjacent barbed wire fence.

Rafe remarked conversationally: ‘I thought about whether it'd be better to make you bleed by bending you over the barbs, but decided to limit your pain to the parts of you that are best suited for that purpose. So you can spend some time appreciating what a thoughtful guy I am while I wrap this saddle blanket around the wire before we get that naughty little rear end properly bent over it.’ This was precisely what he did, tying the blanket in place on the top strand of the fence with the three leather thongs that had tied it to his saddle. Though as his captive was soon to find out, there were several other handy leather strips he had secreted in his pockets before leaving the tack room. When completed, this created a well-padded cushion a good three inches thick on either side of the wickedly barbed wire. The bound redhead imagined with some relief what it would have felt like to have these sharp metal points sticking in to the unpadded skin of the front of her hips, given how the meth had burned off most of her subcutaneous fat.

Then, rather than expect an iota of cooperation from the sweaty, frustrated naked redhead being held by his lariat, The Foreman simply picked her up as if she weighed nothing (he estimated her mass at just under a hundred and forty pounds). He carried her over to the prepared fence and deposited her over it with the lariat still tightly looped around her middle, pinioning her arms. Then he reached into his pocket and took out one of the rawhide cords and grasped her left ankle and moved it sideways until it was outside the nearest metal fence post, to which he bound it securely. The same soon occurred to her right ankle, and her legs were as widely parted as possible, their tennis-shoed feet dangling a foot off the ground. He then removed her shoes, remarking: ‘I guess after that little unauthorized jog you're going to have to earn back the privilege of wearing shoes, naughty girl.’

As she caught her breath, Nicole was getting steadily more frantic. This felt like a much scarier situation than getting spanked in back of the van--so uncivilized, as the sky was rapidly darkening into full night in what seemed to her to be true wilderness. Then her implacable captor reached for her right hand, loosening the loop around her waist just enough to take it out in his iron grip. She struggled against him, hoping in some primal way to escape, but he had planned well, and soon that wrist was tied to the corresponding ankle. Then the lariat was removed completely, and her left wrist was held in an equally unyielding grip until it was tied in place to her left ankle.

And there she was, totally naked in the cooling evening air atop a ridge in the middle of nowhere, bent over as sharply as her most challenging yoga class ever. Her legs and arms were tied ruthlessly splayed apart at least five feet, with all of her weight suspended on the cushioned barbed wire. This was not a good situation for a very naughty girl to find herself in at all. Perhaps, she thought (a bit late), it was time for some attempts to worm her way back into Rafe's good graces.

‘I'm sorry I ran, Sir...I just got scared about getting more spankings, and couldn't help myself. Please untie me and take me back, and I promise I'll be good!’ The Foreman laughed heartily, exclaiming: ‘You sure do take the cake, naughty girl! I don't suppose you can recall making the same promise a whole bunch of times in the past few hours, especially when you were experiencing the consequences of your bad behavior... But no matter, no law required you to be any different than you are, and I learned long ago that it didn't pay off to be mad at people for being themselves. Now it's getting dark here, and I don't have a light along, so I'll be heading back into the woods to gather some firewood and will be back shortly. We'll need to have some good light so I can see what I'm doing when I deliver your next consequences, and I reckon a good fire will do, though I'm sure it won't feel nearly as hot as what's about to happen to your backside!’

Nicole wailed in despair as Rafe turned and walked back to his horse, coiling his lariat as he went. Soon he was saddled and heading back down the slope, and within half an hour, he was back carrying a hefty armload of deadwood, enough to burn all night. While he was gone, Nicole had been terrified to be left along naked and spread-eagled in the increasing darkness of the desolate hills. She craned her neck and could not see a single electric light, just the most spectacular starscape she'd ever witnessed. As an urban girl, she was used to the pallid displays that burned their way through air and light pollution, but this was a true star-show, if she'd been of any mind to appreciate it. Instead, of course, her thoughts were on what kind of unimaginable torment was about to be delivered to her poor abused bottom. What would he use to spank her with, and for how long, and would he get her off afterwards like he had in the van?

Rafe built the fire with his usual skill with all manual tasks. Soon Nicole's inverted face was looking at a cheerful little blaze that did indeed chase away the deepening darkness in which she had spent the previous half hour. And as promised, the flames did indeed feel warm against the backs of her thighs, het bottom, and her stomach and inverted tits. Rafe knelt to stroke all of these places, taking particular care to caress the hungry organ between her legs, though he maddeningly stroked just its short-cropped hairs, tantalizing her mercilessly as he grinned evilly. Then he got up and proclaimed: ‘I've figured out what to use to punish you, and will be right back.’ He walked to the West, towards the willow thicket that had been cleared back from the fence a hundred feet away, taking out his pocketknife. Soon three yard-long switches had been cut, and he stripped them of their leaves as he was walking back, then placing them on the ground in front of his captive's concerned face.

Then the dom spoke: ‘So, naughty girl, we will be stepping up the intensity of your behavioral therapy quite a bit, given how serious this offense has been. I'll be switching you with each of these until it breaks, and God only knows how long it will take to wear each one out. And by the way, you're about to find out that those cute little buttocks we both spent so much quality time attending to earlier are far from the only places on which very bad girls can be spanked. It seems like we have about a mile of quite attractive thighs and legs to punish, as well as a delightful pair of inverted titties, and even all sorts of very sensitive places in between those legs where a switch can fit just fine! I just hope three switches will last long enough to properly chastise so many very vulnerable places. And by the way, you won't have to worry about anyone but me hearing you scream, since there isn't a living soul within twenty miles of here as no one is currently sleeping at La Casa Grande. Though the local mountain lions might think you're sending out a mating call if you yell loud enough!’

By this point, Nicole was truly terrified. This was by far the worst predicament her temper and mouth had ever gotten her into, and she was seriously considering mending her ways... But first she had to survive what was in store for her whether she wanted or not. Rafe's cheerful taunts had successfully wormed their way into her psyche, and he now loomed impossibly large in her mind, an implacable dark god whom she had to figure out a way to please before he destroyed her. But as he took a practice swing with the first switch as she clenched her poor spread buttocks in false anticipation of pain, her awareness all came to rest on what was about to happen to her poor defenseless naked body.

And then it started, the first swipe of the switch falling across both of her nether moons as her scream echoed in the still night air. Soon the throbbing wheal was joined by a plethora of others, each deposited in a parallel line perhaps a centimeter lower then the one before. The pain was unimaginable, ten times as fierce as the leather paddle, which was the most hurtful implement she'd experienced before. It started with a searing superficial lightning bolt where the switch landed, but a second or two later there was a duller ache as the force of the blow registered on deeper tissues. And her tormentor didn't stop at the bottom of her ass, though he paused there to deliver a good dozen blows to the shockingly tender intersection of buttock, torso, crotch and thigh.

Now in his taunt, Rafe had been a bit inaccurate in his effort to heighten his subject's terror. In truth, he could have broken any of the switches at any moment with one hard blow. Equally untrue was the idea that one could 'wear a switch out' to the breaking point, which was actually a function only of acute force, and not chronic wear and tear. But it suited his purpose that his beautiful victim would be wondering desperately how long until the first switch broke, and how much pain she would have to endure before all three had been 'worn out'. She yelled and screamed and begged and pleaded as the implacable march of searing pain continued down her thighs, each one being struck separately in alternation until even the shockingly tender hollows behind her knees were spanked. Once her entire backside was ablaze with pain, Rafe delivered a harder cut across both of her buttocks and as he had planned his implement snapped in the middle.

Nicole's final scream died in the still night air, only the sound of her hard breathing and the crackle of the fire and her sniffling tears reaching their ears. She was overwhelmed with backside pain, and the thought that she was less than half of the way to the end of her ordeal was the most frightening one of her life to that point. Once she calmed, she spoke to her tormentor: ‘Please, Sir, I've learned my lesson! I know I have an impulsive side that gets me into trouble all the time, and I promise to try much harder to control it know that I recognize that...if I ever run again you can switch me 'til I bleed, but please let me up now and let me go back and be a good girl!’

Rafe felt a bit of hope at the appearance of at least a moment of self-reflection in his recalcitrant captive's fevered mind. But he knew that the instant he let her wheedle him out of a consequence, he would lose any ground he might have gained in actually helping her to learn how to control herself. So he resisted the temptation to please her with a reprieve, and took up the second switch, saying: ‘Sorry, naughty girl, but you need to know that a person's word is their bond, whether it is you promising to be cooperative and then running off, or me promising to break three switches over your disobedient ass and then getting talked out of it. So you are going to get your full dose of medicine as prescribed, even though I appreciate your willingness to take some responsibility for your behavior.’

He then stepped to her right, deciding to deliver her second dose with his left hand so as to spread out the injury he was inflicting as evenly as possible on her bottom. The dom had no intention of drawing blood, but he knew he could get carried away with his enjoyment of the way her lovely body responded so passionately to his efforts on behalf of her betterment. And so he inflicted an exact duplicate of her first spanking, down to the breaking of the switch over both of buttocks at precisely a hundred spanks as her increasingly frantic howls echoed in the still night air.

And then he sat down between her and the fire, and took the third switch in hand and ostentatiously broke it in half. He explained: ‘This doesn't count as wearing it out, bad girl, so don't get your hopes up. I'm shortening it because your third spanking is going to be delivered to your tits and crotch and that sweet little crevice between your thighs and pussy, as well as your ass crack, all of which have been spared to this point. I find a smaller switch allows me to be more accurate when punishing very bad girls in these places, and believe me, they have to be very bad to earn such a terrible consequence!’

Rafe began by switching the small, firm barely B-cup breasts he had so enjoyed stimulating to an orgasm in the van. This time, they were certainly far less pleased with his attentions as he methodically worked his way around their outer edge, paying extra attention to the most sensitive undercurves that were so perfectly exposed by their owner's inverted position. By this point she was becoming a bit hoarse, her screams on each blow of the wicked switch even louder than before. And they got yet more intense still when he finally targeted her nipples for a dozen spanks each, taking Nicole to new realms of erotic pain.

He next turned to her bottom crack, remarking: ‘The position for most spankings, with legs held together instead of tied apart, leaves this delightfully sensitive part of a bad girl's ass totally untouched. This seems rather a shame to me, as I'm sure you'll agree! Let's make up for that shortcoming by giving it a particularly hearty dose of attention, shall we?’ As his now totally desperate captive howled out her pleading objection to this plan, trying vainly to clench her boyish buttocks. In her splayed position the trembling orbs could not possibly have shielded the mysterious contents concealed in their cleavage even at their plumpest before she'd gotten into meth.

The Foreman was particularly sadistic about this punishment, tickling the intended target gently with the end of the little switch as its owner groaned and begged, filling the quiet country air with her pointless anticipatory objections. And then the switch struck straight down her bottom crack, transporting its owner to an even deeper level of hell as she shrieked hoarsely. Only a dozen spanks fell on this most private of regions, but they had an even greater effect than the hundreds that had fallen crosswise on her bottom cheeks in terms of getting Nicole's attention to the urgent need to change her ways.

As she babbled out this insight at the interlude Rafe permitted her before her final switching, he stroked her pussy with his hand, noting with some wonder and not a little satisfaction that it was just as lubricated as it had been after each of her spankings in the van. This was clearly one of the most naturally masochistic women he had ever topped, someone who could be aroused by extremes of erotic pain that would have gone over the top for the vast majority of subs. He could not have been more pleased at this combination of genuinely incorrigible naughty girl and responsive pain slut, offering almost endless sexual possibilities. As she moaned at his lascivious touch on her crotch, she pleaded hoarsely: ‘Oh, God, Sir, I beg you, I've learned my lesson, I've really gotten it that I can't give in to my temper or do or say the first thing that comes into my mind!’

Rafe continued his maddeningly sexy stroking of the tender crevices between her pussy lips and thighs, murmuring: ‘I know, I know little naughty one...it's so hard to have to face the consequences for our actions, but if we don't, we never learn...so it's just one more switching, right on this very wicked place between your legs that you have used to manipulate all manner of men and women, and even were hoping to use it on me, weren't you?’ At this point, just like the Iraqi woman his buddy had tortured so successfully as he watched over the video feed, Nicole had been broken and at least in the moment could not lie. She stammered: ‘Yes, Sir, I did hope to make you want me so I could try to gain some power over you...that's what's worked for me with men since I was a teenager, and I'm so, so sorry!’

The Foreman took up his switch and replied: ‘I know you are, little one, and as soon as I wear this switch out on your naughty little crotch, your spanking will be over. If you take it well and stop this undignified begging, I will reward you after, since your words seem to indicate we may have made back some of the progress in your recovery that looked like it was lost.’ His victim felt so grateful at the prospect of something pleasurable happening after such a long and terrible spanking, that she babbled her thanks and said the magic words: ‘Then go ahead and give me what I deserve, Sir, since we both know I have it coming to me, and probably a whole lot more...’

Rafe allowed his approval to show slightly on his face and responded: ‘Very well then, we'll see if you can start keeping your promises now. If you take the rest of your punishment without begging, you'll be rewarded.’ He then proceeded to administer the most frightening switching of all, as the willow twig seared first the crease between groin and leg that he had been stroking. The implacable dom delivered a dozen agonizing spanks on each side of his writhing subject’s pussy. Nicole howled mightily, but let loose no articulate words other than the repeated mantra of how sorry she was. Then he moved his strokes slightly inward and targeted her labia alternately for another dozen strokes each, making her shriek even louder. And finally, a dozen were delivered right down the center of her genitals, stinging her clitoris, urethral opening, and vaginal entrance directly as she almost lost consciousness from the pain. The last blow was the hardest, and he changed his aim so that it fell down the midline of her nether cleavage from her clit to the very top of her ass crack, snapping the switch at last as she gave her loudest scream yet. Nicole's ordeal had come to an end, at least in some more acute ways.

Silence was restored on that fateful early summer night, he suspected temporarily, as Rafe cast away his final switch. He then knelt and took his dazed subject's throbbing hips in hand and declared: ‘You kept your word, and so will be rewarded, naughty one.’ Then he leaned in and began laving her inflamed, throbbing bottom crack with his warm, soft tongue, starting at the top and working his way down. He lingered at her anus on his first pass, taking his time to repeatedly lick that private place that had been so cruelly switched as the bound and splayed redhead moaned in relief and gratitude before he moved on. Even in her delirious state, she was surprised at how good it felt to receive her first ever anilingus. By the time several minutes had passed and he reached her clit, doubly swollen from abuse and arousal, it took only two slow circles of his broadened tongue to vault Nicole into yet another record-breakingly-intense orgasm. A different sort of hoarse cries echoed once again in the night, and this time for even longer than a minute as he gently tongued her clitoris until her pleasure subsided.

Once her breathing had calmed and her heart rate began to slow, she spoke: ‘Sir, would you please fuck me? That would seem only fair given how much trouble I've put you through...’ The Foreman had been expecting this overture, and had a somewhat surprising response in mind. He indeed found the pussy he'd just spanked incredibly enticing, and would very much have liked to spend the next few hours exploring its depths and sensations, which he had no doubt would be quite pleasant for his ravening cock. But in his judgment the more natural kind of sex needed to be a special reward if his behavioral program was going to be as effective as possible.

So he replied: ‘Yes, naughty one, you may be fucked since you asked so nicely. But I'm afraid the only possibility, since I have no condom with me and you are not on the pill according to your records, will be in your tight little bottom hole. Do you still want me to fuck you?’ Now this was another moment of truth for Nicole. She had never before been sodomized, but the very odd but very sexy feeling she had experienced from the insertion of his tongue there made her suspect that she might like it. So the rebellious girl channeled her novelty-craving urge into overcoming her fear of taking the giant cock she had sucked up the opposite end of her alimentary canal from which it had deposited its first impressive spend: ‘Yes...Sir...I would like that...though I'm very afraid, because you're so big down there and nobody had ever put anything larger than a thermometer up there before.’

Rafe nodded seriously (hiding his delight at the invitation, since the last thing he would do is take a woman against her will) and responded: ‘I'll be very careful, naughty one...and you may want to think of any discomfort you feel from this new...challenge...as part of your punishment. I have a tube of grease in my saddle bag that I use for lubricating squeaky tack, and that should do quite nicely to keep me from hurting you back there.’

Once he had retrieved the lube, our hero unzipped and eased his very avid cock out of his pants and coated it with the lube, which Nicole noticed made it glisten in the firelight. It looked even more massive in the flickering red glow than when she had sucked it off in the van. In fact, especially after his devilish treatment of her poor backside and breasts, her captor looked positively daimonic with his huge veiny phallus extending so rampantly from his large muscular body. She quailed at the thought that something that large was soon to go up her bottom, but somehow sensed that this was exactly the sacrifice required to appease such a dark and demanding god.

He moved forward to take a dab of the lubricant and work it matter-of-factly into her anus, which was inflamed from its recent adventures on the receiving end of the switch. The feeling of his rough index finger going up her heretofore unexplored back passage was unfamiliar and frighteningly intrusive, if also a bit exciting. She had been cavity searched in the various jails she'd occupied, but the female guards doing the job had only explored her vaginal opening (she suspected because they were a bunch of fucking dykes, at the time). But this large digit casually probed her bottom hole to its hilt as she moaned, grateful for a bit of a warm-up for the no-doubt much more challenging penetration soon to follow.

Suddenly, the finger was withdrawn, and Nicole moaned again, this time in raw fear at the daunting size of the prepuce that Rafe was guiding with his right hand to nose its target. She knew that she had passed feces bigger than his finger, but nothing approaching his cock’s diameter, let alone length, seemed possible to be accommodated by her virginal nether orifice. And then he murmured: ‘I prefer to fuck a naughty girl's nasty back door when it's been freshly spanked, since that sensitizes it to feel the experience of being reamed as intensely as possible. The more you resist, the more it's going to hurt you, and the tighter and more delicious the sensation will be for me. So it's fine with me if you don't relax, even though that will make it much harder for you. And now I'm going to sodomize you, my very bad young lady, and no matter how much you yell or squirm I'm going to take my time and enjoy every second of taking your ass virginity for a long, long time!’

Then the Foreman pushed ahead very gradually, dilating Nicole's tight anal ring alarmingly as her low moan rapidly escalated in to a gasping rhythmic shout. He held steady and paused to give her a few breaths. After all, he didn't really want her to have a bad experience in her first try at taking him up her backside, which was going to be his primary means of enjoying her until she earned the right to be fucked in the opening Mother Nature intended for such activities. Then he forged ahead until his dick head was entirely inside, as the naked bound and splayed redhead screamed and squirmed and shouted: ‘Oh, God, it's so big, please don't hurt me!’ Her anus was spasming delightfully around his cock head, giving him not only the intense physical pleasure of that intimate massage to the most sensitive part of his phallus. For he savored even more piquantly the psychological delight (for a sadist) of knowing those movements came as a consequence of extremely challenging erotic sensation for his helpless victim.

This went on for several minutes before Nicole began to relax as her most private tissues revealed to her that they were more pliable than she had feared. It seemed as though he wasn't going to tear her asunder down there after all, no matter how much it had felt that way. When Rafe sensed this, which was not hard because her rhythmic screams died away to gasping pants, he forged ahead. This time, the additional sensation was not so much from the anal ring, though it could sense the body of his cock moving smoothly past its fruitless attempts to guard against such invasion. But her descending colon itself was being probed and straightened by eight inches of rock hard male organ, and that stretch of bowel was not at all certain it entirely approved of that circumstance.

Nonetheless, its ravishment proceeded, and in a couple of minutes Rafe was embedded in his captive's exceedingly well-spanked ass to the hilt. He had taken down his Levis and underwear for this treat, precisely because he knew he would enjoy the sensation of his cool thighs against the inflamed warmth of the ass he was fucking (and would be able to ravage at his will for the unforeseen future). He loved the feel of her muscular cheeks, gluteals quivering as they once again had to come to terms with yet another invasive sensory experience after most of twenty years of being left in relative peace and obscurity. It seemed those days were over, and her trembling buttocks would need to get used to being the stars of the show until their owner figured out how not to get them punished and plundered.

Rafe paused again to give himself time to enjoy this first thrust of conquest, as well as his captive a chance to accommodate once more to this unprecedented level of violation. What he could not yet know was that once she calmed down and grew used to the feel of his cock up her ass and his wonderful cool thighs pulling some of the heat from her poor inflamed buttocks, Nicole was finding the situation to be quite unexpectedly arousing. As much sex as she'd had with both men and women, one would think that there would not be so many big surprises as a whole new activity that was a powerful turn-on. But here she was, impaled rectally on the biggest cock she'd ever seen in person, and she felt herself starting to come.

And come she did, with nothing touching her clit or G spot, and without her sodomizer even moving as he held his hips close to hers. It was a different kind of orgasm, coarser and darker and evoking deeper groans of pleasure from her than her usual soprano cries of sexual release. But there she was, her virginal back passage convulsing around her captor's hard cock, grunting like some sort of female animal in heat. Rafe had never experienced this before, and found it both fascinating and terribly arousing. Most of his subs had been anally eroticized at least to the point where being fucked there became somewhat marginally pleasurable for them, though it was always a challenge for most of them given the size of the cock they were being reamed by. But not a single one had ever simply climaxed on the first thrust from the sensation of being stretched down there alone. It seemed that his naughty redhead was quite a unique erotic discovery. Though whether or not a girl this rebellious and out of control could be tamed was still very much an open question.

The dom stayed still, savoring the inimitable orgasmic contractions of Nicole's pelvic floor musculature around his quiescent cock until they passed a minute later. Only then did he begin sodomizing her in earnest. He was cruel about it as well, each thrust pulling almost entirely out of her so that her anal ring would experience the challenge of being re-dilated on every stroke. The bound and splayed and wickedly switched lovely prisoner's cries filled the night air. Sometimes it was just the shouts of the pain of being stretched in a new and frightening way. But every few minutes a crescendo of rhythmic orgiastic guttural exclamations emerged into the still night air as yet another of these new and strange climaxes overtook her.

This went on for a delirious half hour before Rafe permitted himself to let go. Then his own masculine groans of accelerating excitement joined hers, and soon he was shouting out his own orgasm in tandem with yet another of his naughty subject's. She could feel his cock pulsing inside her as he gripped her inflamed hips fiercely and discharged his spend in the opposite portal of her alimentary canal from that which had taken his first load many hours earlier. And then, at last, all was quiet on the darkened hilltop as their sweaty bodies clung together and their breathing and heartbeats gradually slowed to normal.