u/DirtyMindedDomGuy

(Chapter 3: Walkies)

As she is led from the cell she had woken in, metal collar securely linked to her huge captor's belt by six feet of chain, Sarah finds herself struggling to keep up.

The giant who has stolen her away from her life has such long strides that even just walking he sets a swift pace.

Sarah reaches up and uses both hands to grip the chain linking her to him in an attempt to lessen the pressure on the back of her neck as she hurries along in his wake.

Her mind races furiously as she tries to come to terms with the position she now finds herself in.

The terror still hangs heavy on her shoulders, but she is clinging desperately to the hope that, if she just pretends to play along with his wishes, he will let his guard down.

As he had chased her through the dark woods last night she felt sure she would be killed, but it's clear now that he had been playing with her. Or perhaps herding her would be the more accurate term. Expertly using the rifle as a means to direct her flight, not harm her, until she eventually stumbled upon Chloe who had lain in wait to ambush her.

Chloe.

Her old friend, thought dead these past three years, had actually been his captive.

But, strangely, as she considers this fact again it actually bolsters Sarahs hopes somewhat as she is tugged along behind the big man, going God knows where.

Despite being his prisoner for all that time, Chloe did not look... damaged. In fact, she looks better than she ever had. Her small pale frame has lost the gaunt, almost skeletal thinness that Sarah remembered and her alabaster skin was bare of any scars or signs of obvious physical mistreatment. Even her beautiful red hair now looks silky smooth and well cared for, a far cry from the mess she would often leave it in before her capture.

In short, the big man had clearly taken care of her.

So surely he would do the same for Sarah, provided she played along, right? Sooner or later he WOULD let his guard down and she would get her chance to escape this place. How hard could it be?

She knows she would be foolish to try and guess the thoughts of an obvious mad man, but even so, she feels sure she knows why she had been taken. He wanted her for the same reason all the boys did. She had sensed the hunger in those steely eyes as she had stripped under their cool gaze. Maybe... Maybe that is where he is taking her now? To... satisfy his needs.

She gives another shudder of apprehension before burying the thought deep. She had to focus. She had to be smart!

If that was where they were heading then she would deal with it. After all, it wouldn't be the first time she had parted her legs for someone she didnt desire. Although it had never before been accompanied by the barely suppressed terror that she feels now.

But Sarah is and has always been a people pleaser or, more specifically, she is a MAN pleaser. It always gives her a sense of satisfaction to fulfill their desires, even placing her own desperate needs second to theirs, allowing them to sate their urges upon her willing, supple body.

Despite herself a small, wicked part of her has even begun to wonder what her captor might be packing in those big trousers of his, although the thought illicits disgust at her own mind, as well as a strange sense of deja vu, despite not knowing why.

In short, Sarah is already beginning to feel a little more confident in her new situation. The terror and despair have not left of course, but she manages to put them aside, at least for now. She is prepared to do whatever it takes to make him think she is his devoted little slut like Chloe and, once he has let his guard down, she would find a way to escape this place and bring the full weight of the law down upon him.

She smiles at this and a new found strength grips her, banishing the fear and worry for a time. If she couldn't manipulate her way to freedom then she isnt the man pleaser she knows herself to be.

She is jolted sharply from her thoughts when the big man stops at a door and she nearly walks smack into his back.

She steps away quickly and looks around her.

She had been so deep in thought that she hadnt taken much notice of her surroundings.

From the cell, she had been vaguely aware of being led down a long corridor and up a set of stairs, the faint sound of Chloe's weeping falling away behind them.

Now, having reached the end of the passageway the big man unlocks the door and leads her through.

The space beyond is another corridor, but unlike the one they had just left, this one is wide and rather roomy, and Sarah is suprised to see a multitude of different mats and rugs covering the floor as a sort of makeshift carpet. The room is lined with three doors on either side and another, much larger door at the far end directly opposite the one they have just entered through

But it is the decorations that catch Sarahs eye and nearly make her jaw drop. The walls are hung with assorted pictures, paintings and sketches, all featuring the same theme; young women in various forms of bondage. There are even a couple of small tables whose only obvious purpose is to display similarly themed sculptures upon their otherwise bare surfaces.

"Welcome, to The Bunker, girl. Your new home." The big man says, turning to her.

Sarah takes a step back as his attention falls upon her, but she forces a weak smile onto her lips.

"It's very... Nice, Master. Very..." She pauses, desperately trying to find an appropriate sounding word before settling on; "Homely."

The big man raises an eyebrow and stares at her for several long seconds, his hard, craggy features unreadable.

Sarah begins to feel slightly uncomfortable, afraid she had over played her hand, but at last he gives a snort and turns away... and... had there been the merest hint of a smile on his lips? She is not certain, but thinks there was. Was he falling for her act already?

As his back turns she allows a small smile to crease her own lips. This was going to be easy.

Gaining a little courage, she decides to grease the wheels of her plan, believing that she can chance pushing her luck. She gives a loud theatrical sniff of herself before curling up her face in disgust.

"Master, may I... Please make a request?" She asks timidly, carefully pitching her "Please Daddy" voice.

The big man had been about to walk on when Sarah speaks, but instead he turns and looks down at her, a strange expression on his face as his eyes meet hers.

Its only then that Sarah notices something about the big man. Something that surprises her and gives her pause.

Sarah is very attractive and she knows that. Although she has always tried to be humble about it and not let it go to her head, she knows she is one of the lucky ones; a winner in life's genetic lottery. So was Chloe, although somehow the poor wretch had never been able to see it herself.

So in her life Sarah has gotten very used to male attention, and more specifically where it is nearly always directed; tits or ass. Of course, the more polite ones usually at least TRY to maintain eye contact but they all fail eventually and let their eyes flick downwards for just a second.

But not Him.

When she had first stripped for him, his gaze had wandered up and down her multiple times, his steely eyes taking in every inch of bare skin as it was revealed. But since then, every time he looked at her, his eyes have never left hers.

Having noticed the fact, she finds it... oddly unnerving.

Now, as his cool stare pins her, she finds herself beginning to wilt under the intensity of his gaze.

"You may." He says in response to her question, his face as unreadable as ever.

"Er.. Thank you... Er... Master. I... Er..." She hesitates, feeling her former confidence begin to bleed away.

Focus, Sarah! Come on! You can do this. So hes not looking? Then give him a reason to look! Use your charms on him.

She takes a calming breath and collects her thoughts for a moment.

"Girl, do you have a request or not? I dont have all morning to waste standing here waiting for you to string a sentence together." The big man growls with the first hint of irritation entering his voice.

"Im sorry Master. Yes, I do, thank you. I was wondering if I could please have a shower? I... I wet myself earlier, Im sorry. I was silly and got scared." She says, slowly gaining confidence as she goes and returning to her "Daddies little girl" voice. "Its just... you scared me so much last night, I didnt understand. I thought you wanted to kill me, so when I woke up I... peed on the bed. I was so scared, Master. But i understand better now. You dont want to hurt me. You just want to make me yours. But id be much more appealing to you if I was clean, Master. Maybe you could even... wash me yourself, if you wanted to?"

On a roll once more, she flashes him an angelic smile, attempting to broadcast that she is just a silly little girl who has learned her lesson and now just wants to make Daddy happy.

His stare seems to last an eternity before he finally speaks, and when he does, Sarah's confidence only grows.

"I am glad to hear you understand, girl. As for wetting the bed, i can be forgiving and will let you off this once, but do it again and I will have to punish you." He says sternly and Sarah cannot help the shiver of fear his words send through her. "As to your request; yes, I think I can allow you a little luxury since you have been such a Good Girl. After i have taken you for your walk we will get you cleaned up."

With that he turns and stomps towards the door at the far end of the hall and, forgetting herself for a moment, Sarah is suddenly yanked along after him as the collar chain goes taut.

But as she follows behind, Sarah feels that she had made the right decision. Obviously she doesnt want his hands anywhere near her. Definately not. Those big hands with their oh so thick fingers...

She shakes her head and tries to focus.

The point is, she doesnt want to feel his touch, but she intends to make damn sure that HE enjoys it. If she could get him to lather her up, giving him an opportunity to feel the goodies, then he would be as good as wrapped around her little finger.

A part of her shudders at the idea of giving her body away in such a fashion but another, a deeper and more cynical part, laughs at the very idea that this was any different than how she normally behaved.

***

As the sounds of her beloved Master's foot steps fade away into the distance, back in her old bedroom once more, Chloe releases all the tears that have been building up in her for some time.

This is it. The beginning of the end of her perfect life.

She knew it would come eventually. She always had. Ever since He had rescued her from her pathetic former life, she had feared this days inevitable arrival.

She had been nothing until she met him. Merely an ugly, useless waste of skin and bone. She was pitied and looked down on by everyone. She would probably have been a virgin too if it weren't for the guys that had been nice enough to offer her a pity fuck. But she hadnt even deserved that, she knew.

Chloe had been nearing the limits of her endurance for the meaningless, unasked for existence that had been thrust upon her.

But then He had arrived and, in His infinite generosity, allowed her into His World.

She had not looked back since. In service to her Master, Chloe had found purpose and fulfilment that she had never dreamed possible. And she loved Him for it. Adored Him. Worshipped Him.

She knew a man such as He could never love a creature like her, even after all the wonderful transformations He had wrought upon her, but He had nevertheless graciously allowed her to reside in His World alongside Him.

In return, the only thing thing of any worth she could offer was being His Good Girl... And so she had been.

Until now.

Unable to ever see a flaw in her Master, Chloe knows there is only one person to blame for her woes.

Sarah.

This was all HER fault.

Little Miss Perfect herself.

She grits her teeth and bites back the tears, allowing the relief of anger to burn away the hopelessness.

Chloe was not going to go down without a fight. She had never liked confrontation in her old life, but if Sarah thinks she can just waltz in and steal her Master from her, she will find that it isnt going to be as easy as she thought.

With little else but time available to her right now, Chloe begins to make plans.

***

The giant stops at the door and unlocks it with the big bunch of keys he keeps in his trouser pocket. Given the large number of keys upon it Sarah wonders how there can be so many damn locks in the place.

As he deals with the door, Sarah takes note of the rack beside it hung with several large coats, all clearly belonging to him. Below, arranged neatly in size order are pairs of his boots and shoes, each immaculately clean and shining, with one space in their ranks clearly intended for the pair he currently has on.

This must be the door leading outside...

When he proceeds to yank the thing open Sarah gives an involuntary gasp as cold air hits her like a hammer blow. She instinctively attempts to move away from the inrushing breeze, but does not get far before the chain pulls taut once more.

Ignoring her obvious discomfort the giant steps outside and grabs the chain briefly, using it to pull her to him so he can shut the door behind them.

With that done he lets the chain fall from his grip and he begins to walk, now with a slower more relaxed pace.

Shivering already, arms wrapped around herself for the feeble warmth it offers, and with no other choice, Sarah follows.

She looks around her as she is led away from the comforting warmth of his Bunker.

The door they had exited through is set into a large concrete wall that extends out from an unnaturally perfect hill. The exterior of the door is old and rusted and everything has a rundown look about it, unlike the well kept interior.

The hill is surrounded on all sides by dense looking forest with only a small ring of open grassland extending out around its base and a single mud road leading away into the woodland.

Where in the fuck IS she?

As she gazes around her in fear and bewilderment, the cold gnawing into her insistantly, Sarahs earlier confidence fades once again.

She walks along silently, reasurring herself that it didnt matter. There would be a way out.

Nothing has changed, she would just have to do a little work to learn where she is and all she can of the surrounding area. She felt sure she could find a way to loosen his tongue one way or the other.

When her captor halts midstride Sarah does the same, standing and shivering as he calmly pulls out a packet of cigars and slips one between his lips. Only after lighting it with a match inside cupped hands does he continue his walk.

For a few minutes he simply walks casually along the footpath bordering the Hill, blowing an occasional puff of smoke into the air like a man with not a care in the world.

By now, Sarah has begun to slowly acclimatise to the cool air, although it is still far from comfortable. But the freezing cold earth of the path is less easy to adapt to so instead she had begun to walk along the grass to one side.

She nearly jumps in surprise when he speaks at last, his deep, rumbling voice breaking the silence that had hung between them for nearly ten minutes.

"So, what is it you understand, girl?" He asks over his shoulder.

Confused, Sarah takes a moment before responding, her teeth chattering as she does so.

"W... What.. m... m.. Master?" She asks, not understanding.

The giant halts before turning to her and Sarah freezes in place, immobilised by his suddenly penetrating gaze.

"Back in The Bunker, you told me you WERE scared, but now you understand. So tell me, what is it you understand?" He asks patiently,

"Oh... y... yeah, er... w.. well, Master. I erm... I underssssstand that you just want me to be a g...g... good girl for you. Er... Massster."

The giant gives an exaggerated look of sudden understanding.

"Ahhhh! I see. Of course. Of course. Just checking. So you are ok with that? Being my good girl i mean." He asks before calmly taking another puff on the cigar, his eyes still never leaving hers.

Sarah pauses, her thoughts suddenly racing.

How should she answer? Should she say she wants to go home, or go all in? After a few seconds of frantic thought she decides on a little of both.

"W...well Master, I do want to go home, but I sssee that itsss not an...n.. option anymore. Im not ssstupid, I dont want you to hurt m... me, so I will b... be your ggggood girl." She replies.

"Fair enough." He nods. "Well i think ive given you a good enough walk for now, so lets get you cleaned up, shall we? You mentioned earlier that I could wash you if I want? Do you still stand by that?"

Bang. She had him. For all his calm and collected demeanour he still just HAD to touch. He was just like any boy and that fact sees her courage return once more. It is all she can do to keep the cocky smile from her lips.

"Oh y... yes please, mm..m..Master!" She squeaks in feined excitement at the prospect. "I'm ssso dirty, Master. I need you to c... clean m... me."

"Are you sure? I wont be as gentle as you are used to, and if I am to clean you I will have to cuff your hands behind your back again." He says firmly.

Sarahs heart sinks a little at that. She really doesnt want to wear the cuffs again. She hadn't long been free from them. But if he wants her to be his helpless little toy to clean then she could play along.

"Im sure, M...Master, thank you." She says, silently urging him to lead them back inside since her "walk" was done, longing for a return to the warmth of her prison.

The giant shrugs a shoulder before reaching to a belt pouch and pulling out the handcuffs.

"Come here then." He commands.

Sarah remains where she is, confusion once more written upon her face.

"M... master, c...cant you cuff me when we are b...back inside?" She asks desperately, her eyes falling to the cuffs in one huge hand.

"Why would I do that? Now dont make me repeat myself." He barks, one thick finger pointed at the ground in front of him.

Not wanting to anger him Sarah forces down her hatred for the cuffs and steps forward, turning so her back is to him and allowing him to lock the evil things back into place.

When they are on he nods and turns to the path once more, continuing onwards. Not back the way they had come towards the welcome warmth of the bunker, but continuing to follow the trail around the hill.

Sarah wants to call out and ask why they havent turned around, but decides against it choosing to assume there must be more than one way inside.

After another few minutes a small wooden building comes into view from behind the hill. Appearing to be a large shed of sorts, Sarah is suprised when the big man changes to the path leading towards it.

A 6 foot metal pole stands erect outside with several clips hanging from short lengths of chain at various heights. Sarah is led towards it and, gripping her collar, the giant backs her against the thing, reaching up and attaching one of the clips to a hoop on the rear of her collar before releasing the chain that had bound her to him.

"M...Master... what... what are you doing?" She asks as fear and uncertainty begins to bubble up within her.

"Washing you, girl." He says simply before stalking to the large shed and stepping inside.

Sarah had been unable to respond to his answer at first.

She had just begun to feel like she had a grasp of things, but suddenly they seem to be spinning out of her control once more.

"I... I thought you..." she calls out desperately, but is interrupted by the giant as he steps back outside.

Sarahs eyes go wide as she sees the garden hose in his hand.

"I know what you thought, girl. Chances are i know what you think better than you do. You THOUGHT you could manipulate me. No doubt you THOUGHT that if you play the good little slut I would be so overjoyed that I would make a mistake and allow you to escape, yes?" He asks and the words leave Sarah feeling utterly deflated.

She had thought...

"I am not a fool, girl, and I cannot help but feel insulted that you would treat me as such. Did you really believe I would be so easily disarmed by your obvious charms? Chloe, bless her, got one thing right at least; I will not be fawning over you. But you will learn. You WILL see things my way eventually, but do not try to deceive or manipulate me again. They are the actions of a Bad Girl and as such, your cleaning is not a reward, but a punishment."

So saying he triggers the hose.

Sarah screams in shock as the cold water hits her square in the chest. She tries to duck away from its deathly cold touch but, thanks to her collar being locked to the metal pole, she cannot.

She continues to scream as the hose is played up and down her body. With her arms cuffed behind her she cannot do anything to protect herself from its agonising touch so she simply stands and endures as best she can.

The hose cuts off for a moment but its work is already done, her shivers of cold having become constant and overpowering. Sarah cannot recall ever being as cold in all her life.

"Open your legs, girl. I wont ask a second time, I will just put a couple of stakes in the ground either side of you and cuff your ankles to them. If you make me do that then I will leave you out here for a few hours when i am finished." He says, his voice level and firm.

Sarah does not argue and shakily spreads her feet wide to either side before screaming anew as the water starts up once more.

As he continues to hose her down, ignoring her screams, the giant uses his free hand to pluck the cigar from his lips and douse its tip in the spray before tucking it behind an ear.

After a few minutes more, he finally cuts off the spray and returns the hose inside the shed.

Sarah sags against her collar then, nearly choking herself upon it as her legs go weak, all energy seemingly sapped from her body by the hose.

Exiting the shed, holding a large, worn looking towel in one hand, the giant steps over and glares down at her.

"Perhaps you understand a little better now. Oh, and quit with the Master. You havent earned the use of my proper title yet. You will call me Sir." He says as he wraps the towel tightly around her before reaching up and unclipping her collar.

Sarah slumps against him once it is released, but then she feels huge hands grip her hips and in one swift motion she is lifted from her feet and thrown over one wide shoulder, her head hanging behind him as he holds her legs to his chest.

The warmth from his body is like being pressed against a hot water bottle and, coupled with the towel, the relief it offers is so intense that Sarah bends her body further, pressing herself as tightly against him as she can.

"You will learn, girl. You will see. You are in my World now and here there are rules." He says, although the words barely register as Sarah nuzzles herself against him, greedily soaking up as much of his heat as she can.

"But we will get to that soon enough." He says before turning and carrying her back to his Bunker.

(Chapter 2: Entering His World)

With a low, oddly distorted groan, Sarah sluggishly rolls on to her side in an attempt to ease the throbbing pain in her wrists and back.

Full awareness has not yet returned and so she lays still, head filled with a mind numbing fog, anything approaching real thought eluding her for a time as she slowly emerges from strange, troubling dreams.

But, one by one, a number of unpleasant sensations begin to steadily draw her back from the welcoming embrace of sleep. A mixture of pain and discomfort that manages to penetrate the mental haze and start dragging her back to her senses.

The transition occurs haltingly at first, beginning with a steady increase in pain from her hands and wrists, the previous throbbing now taking on a more insistent sharpness.

Next a foul taste registers upon her tongue. A horrid, acrid, chemical tang hanging unpleasantly within her mouth, nose and throat. She tries to spit it away but instead feels saliva bubble and dribble around her parted lips to pool beneath her face.

This seems to ignite a sudden burning rawness at the sides of her mouth at the same instant as she registers a strange tightness around her face and neck.

The final sensation, the one that sees her awake at last, is the feeling of immobility in her hands. She had tried to reach up and smooth away the dribble oozing from her mouth, but had found her arms unable to respond, held in an unyielding grip.

Her eyes flutter open and she groans anew as a wave of nausea and heightened pain floods through her, washing away the last of the thick mental fog.

"Ockk ghha...?" She splutters feebly around an unknown object between her teeth.

She raises her head groggily, attempting to spit out the obstruction in her mouth, oblivious to the strings of drool stretching from her face to the soft surface beneath her, looking around with confusion.

Her heart withers in her chest as she takes in her surroundings, a cold dread settling over her like a cloak of ice as her eyes go wide with fear.

She is in a small undecorated stone room lit by a single bulb high overhead, her prone form laid upon a bare mattress on a thick iron bed frame. The room's only door, large and metal, is fitted with a closed hatch at roughly head height.

It's a cell, she quickly realises. She's in a cell...

With that realisation her memory returns in a rush and, as it does, a shameful warmth blossoms between her legs as she loses control of her bladder.

The Hunter... He had caught her.

As the terror grips her, she hurriedly takes stock of her position. Her hands are cuffed behind her and she is gagged, plus as she moves her head she becomes aware of a chain hanging below her chin. Following it with her eyes she sees the other end padlocked to the bed frame. An unfamiliar tightness around her neck suggests she has been fitted with a collar like... Chloe...

Oh God... Chloe...

She had been helping him!

After her friends disappearance just over three years ago, Sarah had felt sure she was dead. The police had investigated of course, but no trace of her was ever found. Sarah had been devastated, hating herself for their last heated exchange, wishing she had tried to be more understanding with the troubled young woman.

But she had not been in the unmarked grave Sarah had feared. Instead she had been held by the Hunter... And now she was working WITH him.

When they had met on the trail, Chloe had not been bound in a way that would prevent escape, so why hadn't she tried to run as Sarah had?

What had he done to the poor girl to make her a willing accomplice? What would he do to HER?

Tears fill her eyes as her head slumps back down, her shaking body suddenly lacking the strength to hold it up any longer. She curls into a ball on the bed and begins to weep, her mind overwhelmed by a crippling mix of fear, hopelessness and despair at her now uncertain future.

She is so lost to the riot of emotions that she does not hear the faint metallic scrape of the cell door's small hatch opening.

***

As Chloe had stalked towards her old cell, her bare feet pattering softly on the concrete floor, she had once again felt a flutter of apprehension in her chest.

Why did it have to be Sarah? Why HER?

Although she would never dream of questioning her beloved Master's judgement, she found herself wishing it had been someone else. Anyone else but Sarah.

But of course, it HAD to be her, didnt it? No one else came close to matching Sarah's natural beauty in the shitty town they had both once called home. Least of all Chloe.

Didn't her Master deserve to have the best?

For the first time in a couple of years, she has begun to feel a insecure about her future.

When her Master had first announced, out of the blue, that a new pet would be joining them in the Bunker, she had been nervous enough. She had immediately begun to worry that she was to be replaced.

But when she had stepped out onto the trail last night, after speaking the carefully rehersed words and found, to her shock, that it was Sarah who was to become His newest pet... That initial shock had quickly been replaced by a crippling sense that her suspicions had been confirmed, and now the fear of that possibility has not left her since.

Was it true? Was Sarah going to replace her? Would Chloe be discarded like Master threatens to do everytime she messes up in her duties? Would she be thrown out? Sent back into a world that never even noticed her?... Would the sense of purpose and fulfilment she had found in service to Him be lost to her forever?

She shudders at the very thought.

But Chloe is not as meek as she may first appear and, this being the case, the fear has already begun to warp and twist in her chest to reform as a hot and urgent hatred for her soon to be fellow pet.

She tries to reassure herself that Sarah could never be as devoted to His pleasure as she is... but she knows that isn't true.

Master WOULD break her sooner or later and, when he did, Chloe would be swept aside like a discarded toy, replaced by a long legged, big titted, stunningly beautiful nympho... How could she hope to compare to that?

Chloe, with her deathly pale skin, cartoonishly red hair, small tits and ugly face, didnt stand a chance.

She had always believed He saw through the ugly exterior to something precious within... she had believed that He wanted something other than good looks...

But then along comes Sarah.

Now, as she approaches the cell door she hears a faint sobbing from within and a small, wicked smile twists her lips.

She feels a slight lift in her own spirits to know she is not alone in her despair.

She steps to the door and carefully opens the hatch, peering inside.

"So this is what it looks like from this side." She says to herself quietly.

Then she unlocks the door and yanks it open before stepping inside.

***

As Sarah hears the heavy click of the lock, panic settles upon her and she curls up tighter into a ball as the door creaks open.

Her sobbing increases in volume, her body tense as she tries to huddle lower into the mattress, fearing what is to follow.

But instead of the heavy footfalls she had expected to hear approach the bed, she hears the faint pattering of bare feet and tinkle of metal on metal.

When her visitor speaks Sarah's suspicions are confirmed; it's the lesser monster.

"Oh quit the tears already. Its pathetic!" The girl says sharply, her voice dripping venom. "It won't do you any good. Not in His World."

Sarah raises her head from the mattress, teary eyes settling upon Chloe.

The girl is still wearing the collar, strange metal panties and nothing else except an evil glare. One small hand is clenched as though she is holding something, but Sarah cannot see what it might be.

"Get up!" Chloe snaps sharply.

Sarah does not respond, lowering her head back down onto the mattress, dismissing the girl from her mind.

"Hey! Im talking to you!" Chloe shouts, but again she is ignored.

Instead, Sarah begins to weep once more.

***

Chloes mouth falls open in disbelief as she ignored and the sobbing begins anew.

Ok, maybe its time for a change of tack.

Carefully keeping the anger from her voice, instead adopting a bored tone, she speaks once more.

"Fair enough. I thought you would have wanted the gag and cuffs removed. Guess I was wrong." She says opening her clenched fist to reveal a key laying on her palm.

Sarah's head snaps up sharply this time, her eyes settling instantly upon the key, despair clearly forgotten at the prospect of being free from her bindings.

"Yyeegg! I oooo! I ooo oonk eemmn oock! Chooee... Pfeeeshh!" She slobbers desperately.

Hearing the frantic pleading in the dumb bimbo's voice triggers something inside Chloe then.

She had intended to come down here, perform her Masters orders and be away as quickly as possible... but now... she decides to have a little fun first.

She stands, hand on one hip, as her eyes rove over Masters new toy.

She really is stunning, Chloe grudgingly admits to herself. Even with big blue eyes streaming tears and leaving streaks of mascara down her cheeks... even with her golden hair now filthy, matted and dotted with bits of leaf.. even with strings of drool oozing down her chin from around the gag... she was still... Breath taking.

Chloe feels her heart flutter a moment, but she quickly forces the sensation down, not wanting to show any obvious weakness.

Instead she gives in to the impish desire to... Play for a little while.

So she cocks her head on one side with a feined expression of suprise.

"Whats that? You want the cuffs and gag to stay on? Why Sarah, I had no idea you were a lover of bondage too. If you ask me nicely I can even tighten the cuffs if you'd like? Personally I find them much more exhilarating when they are tight, really lets you feel your helplessness, you know? Want me to tighten them up for you?" She asks, a smile of cherubic innocence on her face.

"Ooo itchck!" Sarah screams, anger in her eyes now as she awkwardly launches herself from the bed and stumbles forwards.

Chloe backs away, a wide smile on her lips which becomes a full blown laugh as Sarah is suddenly yanked backwards sharply, nearly falling as she stumbles.

The dumb idiot either hadn't noticed or had forgotten the chain linking her collar to the heavy iron bed.

"Careful, Sarah! You might hurt yourself being silly like that!" She says, still laughing.

The laughter fades and Chloe fixes her with a huge, knowing smile.

"We don't want you damaging yourself, do we? Thats Master's job after all and He is very, very good at it."

Sarah steps to the wall furthest from her and slides down it until she is sat on the floor, her cuffed arms pressed against the concrete behind her. Her anger has seemingly faded, replaced once more by a look of hopelessness. She hangs her head in utter defeat.

Chloe gives a loud sigh of dissapointment.

"Urgh, fine! The cuffs and gag can be removed. No, really. Sarah, come on, I mean it. You want them off, right? Master said you could."

Sarah raises her eyes and all fight is gone from them as she gives one small nod.

"Ok then. Master said I could help you remove them if i want." She tells her as she holds the key up to the light, examining it as if it is some rare prize.

Then she turns back to Sarah and, smiling, flicks the key towards her.

"But fuck that. You can do it yourself." She says with a laugh as she moves to lean against the opposite wall and watch.

That reignites the fires of anger in Sarahs eyes and she snarls around her gag.

Chloe watches happily as, pushing herself into a crouch, Sarah reaches out with shaky fingers to grab the key. But after being locked behind her back for so long, her hands and fingers are clearly at least partially numb and it takes several attempts for her to snatch the thing up.

Even once she has it she drops it a couple more times as she fumblingly tries to fit it into one or other of the keyholes on the cuffs.

Chloe just stands and silently stares, enjoying every slobbery cry of frustration.

But eventually, after what feels like hours, Sarah succeeds in removing the cuffs.

Wincing slightly, she reaches up with shaky hands and fumbles at the gag's buckle for a moment before finally managing to unstrap the thing and tug it from her mouth in a spray of saliva. She then launches it at Chloe.

"What the fuck did I ever do to you, Chloe?! I was always nice to you! Why are you being like this?" She screams at her in anger and confusion.

Chloes own impotent anger boils up then and the mocking smile becomes a sneer.

"Why? Because you have come into His World and will try to take over! You think you can batt your eyelashes and make any man fawn over you, but not Him, Sarah! Not Him! He isnt so easily manipulated!"

Sarah gives voice to a wailing scream of utter frustration.

"You're fucking nuts, Chloe! I DON'T WANT TO BE HERE! Do you hear me? Is it sinking in to your sick fucking brain or should I speak slower?! I. DON'T. WANT. TO. BE. HERE! You can have him all to yourself! Just help me get out of here and he's all yours! The two of you can live in your own fucked up little world and leave me the fuck out of it!"

But Chloe simply stands, hands clenched at her side, breathing heavily as she glares daggers back at her.

When she speaks next her voice is low and full of menace and she is so focused on the words that she doesnt even notice the sudden flicker in Sarah's eyes, nor register the fresh terror within as she begins to slowly back away.

"You are a part of His World now too, Sarah, whether you like it or not. I can't help you escape. But I tell you this: He is MINE! Do YOU hear ME, Sarah? He is MINE! MINE!" She hisses, finally giving voice to the true fear gripping her so tightly.

"I think you will find, Girl, that I am, most definitely, mine."

***

Sarah's back is pressed tight to the wall, her eyes wide with terror as the Hunter enters the cell through the door Chloe had left open behind her.

This is her first sight of the huge man in the light and, as she takes in his sheer bulk once more, she nearly wets herself a second time.

He is... Massive. A true Giant of a man built to a larger scale than most. He is easily over 6 and a half foot, with broad shoulders and a palpable aura of barely contained strength, his arms and legs seeming as thick as tree trunks to Sarah's terrified eyes.

She guesses him to be in his late 40's, early 50's, but his age does nothing to diminish the intimidating presence. He has shoulder length salt and pepper hair tied back in a tight ponytail and his strong chin is clad in a thick yet neatly trimmed beard.

From beneath a thick brow, steely grey eyes sweep across the two women, radiating a calm certainty that she finds unnerving.

Under other circumstances Sarah may have found him attractive, but right now he is a figure of cold menace, like a Giant stepped straight out of myth... Or her nightmares.

He is dressed in a simple vest, combat trousers, and huge pair of black boots that almost gleam in the cells light. A number of fat black pouches hang from his belt which sometimes jingle faintly as he moves.

But, despite his size, the big man can certainly move stealthily, and it isnt until he speaks that Chloe even registers his presence, but when she does, the effect is immediate.

The look of anger on her delicate, porcelain features morphs into one of sheer terror and she visibly wilts, seeming to shrink in on herself as she drops hastily to her knees.

"Master... I..." she begins in a terrified squeak but is swiftly cut off.

"Silence." The big man says simply.

He does not shout. He does not need to. Even with his deep, rumbling voice kept low the weight of command in his tone snaps Chloes mouth shut instantly.

"I came down to see what all the shouting was about." He says after several tense seconds of silence. "I have to say I am rather suprised at what I see, or more accurately, what I do not."

At his feet, on her knees with head and arms pressed to the concrete, Chloe begins to shiver like a frightened dog, the loops on her collar and metal panties tinkling merrily.

"So, girl, would you care to explain to me why it is that you think you both have time to stand around wailing at one another whilst my orders remain unfulfilled?" He asks patiently.

"I... I... I..." Chloe stammers desperately for several seconds before the big man gives her a nudge with his boot and she falls silent once more.

The cold eyes return to Sarah and she flinches instinctively as his attention falls heavily upon her.

"And you, why have you not obeyed my order, girl?" He asks, voice still low and calm.

Sarah wants to scream her defiance, to rage and tell him to stick his orders, but under that iron hard stare, she finds she cannot.

"I don't... I... what... orders?" She says in a small, shaky voice.

The gaze shifts back to the pale skinned red head at his feet.

"You didnt even tell her?" He asks, one eyebrow raising as he glares down at her.

Chloe gives a small whimper and somehow manages to press herself even lower onto the ground.

He attention glides back to Sarah.

"I gave orders that you were to strip out of your clothing. So off you go." He commands.

Inside her chest her pounding heart skips a beat and fresh tears fill her eyes at the implications of what is likely to follow.

Again, she desperately wants to scream and shout... but she cannot. Instead she stands statue still, eyes on the floor, hugging herself quietly.

"I see. So you are BOTH, Bad Girls then, is that it?" He asks simply.

Chloe gives a small sob, but in Sarah's mind, fuelled by desperation, something clicks.

A possible way out of this nightmare.

Last night when she had been captured, Chloe had been unbound, free to escape, although she hadn't. She'd said she was his good girl, hadn't she? Clearly the giant trusted her and Sarah finds herself wondering how much freedom she has the rest of the time. Is it possible that, if she can play the part of an eagre pet too, he would make the mistake of letting HER roam free?

It's certainly possible. And if there is one thing Sarah does well, it's making men believe she is into them when she isn’t.

So, as much as she does not want to lose the ephemeral protection it provides, Sarah begins to peel off her clothing piece by piece, feeling a hint of shame at the dampness in her trousers and panties as she does so.

But being naked has never been an issue for her. She had even spent a couple of holidays at nudist beaches for fuck sake. She just needs to be sensible and play along. For now.

Telling herself this over and over in her mind, forcing back the fears of what will happen next, she removes the last piece of clothing and drops it on the small pile beside her.

***

At His feet, Chloe is a mess.

Tears are falling freely now and she fights to remain as quiet as she can, not wanting to fan the flames of His Anger.

She feels a little relief when he orders Sarah to strip.

Maybe she will anger Him enough that He becomes focused entirely on her?

Silence hangs in the cell for several long moments before His voice, full of dissapointment, shatters it.

"I see. So you are BOTH, Bad Girls then, is that it?" He asks.

Chloe bites back another sob, and the small hope fades as Sarah does not respond. No insults, no threats... nothing.

Instead, after a few more seconds of silence, a faint rustling of cloth can be heard.

Chloe chances raising her head slightly so she can see Sarah in her peripheral vision, but He raises one leg and the underside of a huge boot presses her head back down firmly.

Nevertheless, she had seen what she had feared... Sarah is undressing.

Somehow this fact manages to heighten her fear further and it becomes full blown terror when He speaks again after the rustling of cloth has ceased.

"Hmm, well done. Good Girl." He says, his tone soft and full of obvious appreciation. "I chose well when I picked you as my new pet."

Chloe feels as though her perfect life is suddenly crumbling away below her and there is nothing she can do to stop it.

***

Sarah manages to force a weak smile onto her lips.

"Thank you... Master." She replies, the title feeling gross and uncomfortable as it rolls across her tongue, but she manages to force it from her lips.

The big man raises an eyebrow again and the hint of a smile twitches at the edge of his thick lips.

"I am glad I have one Good Girl at least." He says before pausing in thought.

"This was to be your room, girl, at least for now. But it hardly seems fitting given that you are the only one that can obey orders." He steps towards her and Sarah flinches involuntarily, but if he notices he gives no sign.

He reaches up and grips the chain hanging from her collar and uses it to pull her to him as his free hand removes a large set of keys from a trouser pocket.

As she is tugged close, a part of Sarah urges her to attack, to go for the nuts and take the giant down, but she knows it would be madness... Besides, she didnt even think she could if she wanted, being close to his immense frame just made her feel her own vulnerability all that more intensely.

So she does not resist as he tilts her head to one side and reaches up with the key and unlocks the chain from her collar.

He then stoops to retrieve the discarded handcuffs, gag and key from the floor and places each in a pocket or pouch.

With that done, he turns back to Chloe, bed chain still in one hand.

"You! Here!" He says snapping the fingers of his free hand and the girl hastily crawls across the floor to his feet.

He reaches down and attaches the end of the chain to her collar eliciting another stiffled sob.

"I am dissapointed in you. You did well last night, but now you think your silly personal feelings are more important than MY orders? Clearly you need some re-education on priorities, so tonight Sarah will have your bed."

At this news, Chloe lets loose a wordless wail of despair.

The giant turns back to Sarah and, reaching to one of his pouches and popping the catch, he pulls out a length of chain, one end of which is anchored to the belt. The chain is around 6 foot in length and the free end he proceeds to attach to Sarahs collar.

"Come on, Girl. I think its time for walkies." He says before turning and stalking away.

Sarah is powerless to resist as she is tugged behind him, but before she is led from the cell, she casts one last look at her former friend.

From between strands of bright red hair she sees the familiar Emerald orbs watching her depart and within their depths lurks a hatred so intense it makes Sarah shudder.

But then she is out of the cell and the door slams shut behind her, blessedly hiding the murderous eyes from her sight.

Hi all. This is a edit/rewrite of a series I posted here on my old account. I will be reworking the whole thing, so if any readers of the original series stumble across this they will notice things change a fair bit, but the overall theme remains the same.

(Chapter 1: The Hunt)

Sarah runs.

Heart hammering in her chest, ducking low hanging branches and doing her best to avoid tripping on the various roots and bits of detritus that litter the undergrowth, she runs.

Oblivious to the brambles and branches that tear at clothing and bare flesh alike, she flies on wings of terror, casting occasional looks over her shoulder for signs of pursuit despite knowing she has little real hope of seeing anything.

She had lost her phone with its feeble yet reassuring flashlight a few minutes ago, and with it any hope of calling for help. She had caught a foot on a fallen branch, hit the leaf strewn ground, and the device had flown from her outstretched hand, landing in the thick underbrush some distance away. As she had moved to retrieve it, a gunshot from behind had instead sent her scurrying away in a different direction, returning to her desperate flight.

She was now forced to rely on the few meagre beams of soft moonlight that managed to penetrate the thick canopy above to illuminate her way as she rushes headlong through the trees.

***

Less than twenty minutes ago Sarah had been happily walking home from work, simply enjoying the late evening air.

A pretty, athletic blonde in her mid twenties, she had walked with casual, easy confidence down the safe streets of her home town.

Having done a double shift at the veterinary clinic, she had been exhausted and couldn't wait to get home and jump in the shower, but she had also been bouyed up by the buzz of another day spent helping those in need.

So when she had heard the pained whines of a wounded dog from inside the woods bordering her route home, her reaction had been automatic; she had put her exhaustion aside and immediately moved to investigate.

Upon entering the darkening woods and approaching the hollowed-out log from which the poor creature’s whimpers had been emerging, she was surprised to find, not a dog, but a portable speaker.

She had stood slowly, brows knitted in confusion and turned, her heart skipping a beat as her eyes had fallen on a huge shadow looming ominously several feet away. She had not heard the stranger approach and as her eyes raised to take in his sheer bulk, her body had gone cold, all heat seeming to bleed from her as icy fingers of fear gripped her insides tightly.

“Who..” She had gasped, her slim body beginning to shake. “Who are you?”

The shadow had neither moved or spoken in response to her question so, doing her best to hide the terror, she had attempted to put more force into her next words.

“What are you doing out here? W... What do you want?” She had demanded.

The low, rumble of a chuckle that followed had made Sarah flinch.

“Me? I am just out here hunting.” The shadowy figure had told her.

The voice had been strong and full of power, especially compared to the pathetic squeak Sarah had managed. But also, he had a strong accent, his words sounding especially clipped and harsh as they rolled from his tongue. He sounded... British maybe?

“Wha... What are you... Hunting?” Sarah had stuttered, beginning to back away slowly before quickly realising that the stranger stood between her and the path home.

“Oh I am hunting a rare prize tonight.” The huge, shadowy figure had replied as, with a rustling of cloth, he reached up to draw something from across his back.

The sound that followed had almost made Sarah wet her panties where she stood. It had been a simple sound, a familiar sound, only threatening in its implication; It was the metallic scrape and click of a rifle being cocked.

“This is the part where you run, girl.” The voice had said simply.

So, she had.

***

She screams and instinctively ducks away at the sharp crack of gunfire from behind her and a small portion of bark explodes from a nearby tree to her right.

Jumping back to her feet she runs to the left, away from the damaged tree.

For the next few minutes her flight is periodically interrupted by further gunshots, each one causing her to flinch away and change the direction of her escape.

Eventually her frantic run sees her burst from the treeline and emerge onto a wide trail. She pauses a moment, taking the opportunity to catch her breath. Her flight had taken her almost parallel to the pathway, so it's obvious which direction she should head, as only one leads directly away from the gun wielding psycho somewhere in the darkness behind her.

As she stands gulping down air, she begins to get a horrible sense that somewhere, unseen in the inky black, the Hunter is even now lining up the shot that would kill her.

She ducks down and looks around her, eyes wide with fright, still breathing heavily.

But all seems strangely peaceful, or at least, she hears no further shots. She squats silently in place for several minutes, listening for the sound of footfalls or rustle of movement that would indicate the Hunters approach, but she hears no obvious sound of pursuit.

Gathering what courage she can, she begins to move once more, this time taking a slower, stealthy approach. Every snap of a twig or crunch of leaves underfoot has her flinch in horror, expecting to hear the boom that would bring about her swift end.

She is totally lost now, she knows. She had heard that these woods cover a huge area on the outskirts of town, but she has never bothered learning any specifics. So as far as she knew, she could be running all night and never reach its end.

That thought alone sends a fresh shiver of terror down her spine.

But the trail she now found herself upon had to go somewhere. If she is lucky, it might even lead back to town eventually... Right? But she knows that town now lay some distance behind, with the Hunter between her and the welcoming comfort of its streets.

Sarah has never been one for the "Great Outdoors". She just did not feel at home outside of urban environments. Several of her friends had tried to get her to join them on hikes, telling her of the peace and tranquility to be found in nature. She had always turned them down.

She preferred the reasuring feel of pavement under her feet, and the order and organisation that came with civilisation. This... this endless wall of trees and brambles is just chaos to her mind.

But now she finds herself wishing she had taken her friends up on their offer, maybe if she had, the surrounding trees wouldnt seem quite so menacing.

Putting these thoughts aside, she sets off once more. Navigating by the wan glow of the moon through the trees, and with little other option, she follows the path, hoping it leads out by the shortest route possible.

***

Amongst the thick underbrush a short distance behind her, swarthed in darkness and closer than his prey would ever have imagined, the Hunter gives a small smile as she sets off once more, following the trail he had carefully herded her towards.

Through the green glare of his night vision optics, he sees her look around her desperately, terror still evident in her every movement as she picks her way carefully along the winding path.

Due to the hunters keen senses, he didnt even need the night vision goggles. Not really. He could hear her every movement with perfect clarity, despite her pathetic attempts at stealth. Damn city kids have no idea how to navigate outside of their perfectly structured little worlds. But he was not a man to leave things to chance unless there was fun to be gained from it, so he had brought the optics.

As he watches Sarah move out of sight down the trail, he reaches a hand to the walkie talkie at his belt and clicks the transmit button.

"Girl, she is on her way to you. You had best be ready." He growls in a low whisper into the mic of his attached headphones.

A small voice answers, given an almost squeaky quality through the earpiece as it responds hastily.

"Yes Master! I... I'm R... Ready!"

The Hunter frowns, the hesitation in the timid voice giving him pause.

"You better be, Girl. If you fuck this up you will spend a month in The Dark!" He snaps sharply.

There is an audible gasp of terror from the other end followed by a hasty squeak of "I'm ready, Master! I wont mess up, I promise!"

"See that you don't!" He growls simply before cutting the connection and beginning to make his way down the trail after his prey.

***

Oblivious to her unseen observer, Sarah continues onwards, scanning the treeline through wide, fearful eyes as she moves.

She had begun to curse her friends as liars by this point. They had claimed the woods were peaceful and relaxing, but Sarah was finding them anything but and not merely due to being chased by a mad man. Beyond the eerie whispering of wind through the leaves, she kept hearing ominous creaks and groans from the surrounding trees, not to mention the occasional scurrying of unseen critters in the undergrowth. Each time she hears such movement she drops to a crouch instantly, making herself as smaller target as possible as she braces for the expected thunder crack of gun fire, but so far it had not come.

She is beginning to hope that she has lost him, but even so, she remains on high alert.

So when, several minutes later, a figure stumbles onto the trail ahead from between two bushes, Sarah gives a startled scream.

She nearly turns and runs on instinct, assuming that it must be the Hunter, but two facts quickly halt her flight. One is that the figure ahead is her own size, not the towering physique of her pursuer. The second fact is that, thanks to a break in the canopy above allowing more of the moons radiance through, she can see that the figure ahead looks to be almost entirely naked.

Sarah remains frozen in place as the figure begins to trot quickly towards her.

"Thank God! I thought i was alone out here! Can you help me?" The girl calls out desperately.

As she draws near, Sarah begins to make out details. It is a young woman of around her own age, red hair flowing across pale, slender shoulders, and she is indeed completely naked except for a steel collar and a strange pair of metallic panties the likes of which Sarah has never seen before. In addition, a set of handcuffs swing from one of the girls wrists.

Sarah gasps, but not from fear or even shock at the new arrivals nakedness. It was the fact that she recognised her.

“Chloe! Is... Is that you? I don't... I thought you were dead. We all did! How?.. Where have you been? Oh God, I missed you!” All previous fear temporarily forgotten she rushes forward and wraps her arms around the friend she had thought dead for over three years.

The girl stands frozen, having paused midstep as her friend had called out.

“Wait... S... Sarah?... It... It's you?" The girl asks slowly, a strange tone in her voice. Sarah is too distracted to take much notice, instead breaking the hug and shrugging off her coat to wrap around her friends shoulders. The poor girl had felt like a block of ice as she had pulled her close.

"Where have you BEEN, Chloe?" She asks. "Did... Did he take you?" She adds, hurriedly connecting the dots in her head.

He must have, Sarah reasons, given the poor girls... attire, she has clearly been held prisoner, and unless they get moving she will be captured or killed... They both would.

Instead of answering the question, Chloe just looks at Sarah with an odd expression.

"It's you." She says flatly.

Realising her friend may be in shock, Sarah looks around desperately.

"Come on, we need to move, Chloe! I think I lost him, but we need to keep moving. He probably heard my scream and may be heading towards us right now. We will get you somewhere to warm up once we are out of these woods, I promise." She says, tugging at the girls arm in an attempt to get her moving.

"Of course it's you." Chloe says bitterly as she reaches down with both hands and grips her old "friend's" wrist, distainfully shrugging the coat from her shoulders to land on the cold, hard earth of the path.

A slithery metallic sound fills the air and Sarah gasps, looking down as she feels cold steel lock in place around her wrist. She tries to tug her arm away, but finds herself now cuffed to her friend.

"W... What are you doing, Chloe?” She demands, voice full of shock and confusion as she looks at her cuffed wrist, but she is ignored as the girl turns and shouts.

"I've got her, Master!"

Sarah feels a fresh wave of terror wash through her and she tries to back away, but is pulled short by the cuffs.

"You're... Helping him?" She asks, her voice little more than a horrified whisper.

"Yes, I'm helping Him. Because I'm His Good Girl. Don't think you can just come into His life and take over like you usually do! The Master isn't like the silly boys you crave so much. He is a Real Man, and you will never be His favourite, Sarah! Do you hear me? I'm His favourite! Me! Not you! You will be second to ME in HIS world." She shouts at her.

Sarah cannot move, and not just because of the cuffs now linking her to this... creature in her friend's skin. It is the venom in the girl's tone and the way the words are spat at her that holds her statue still.

"You're... crazy.. " She breaths.

Chloe's eyes flick to something over Sarah's shoulder and a wide smile plays across her lips.

"Goodnight, Sarah." She says simply, her voice dripping with malicious glee.

***

Distracted by his pets loud, desperate boasting, the new girl does not notice as the Hunter stalks stealthily towards them both, his footfalls drowned out by the petulant voice.

"You're... crazy.." the blonde says as he reaches out from behind her.

"Goodnight, Sarah." His pet replies as her eyes fall upon him.

In one swift motion he grabs the girl, pulls her to his chest and clamps a rag across her nose and mouth. She struggles frantically, attempting to escape his grasp, but she is no match for his strength. His pet grabs her arms and holds them tightly, glaring into her eyes as, after a few moments, she succumbs to the chemicals on the rag and falls slack against him.

Holding her up with one arm, he reaches his other hand to a pocket of his trousers and pulls out a key, handing it to his pet.

"Uncuff yourself." He commands.

The girl nods before fumbling the key into the cuff at her wrist and, after several frantic seconds, successfully removes it before handing back the key.

"I did good, didnt I Master? I remembered everything you told me! I didnt let you down, did I? I did the cuffs and then spoke loud so she wouldnt hear you and... and I held her still so you could knock her out. I did good, didn't I?" There is a desperate pleading mixed with excitement in her tone, and no small amount of fear.

Allowing her a rare smile, he nods, and he can almost feel the wave of delighted relief wash from her shivering form as he speaks.

"You did perfectly, girl. Very well done indeed. I felt sure you would find someway to fuck it up, but you didn't." He tells her, his usually gravelly tone softening slightly.

But he quickly turns serious once more.

"However, we aren't in the clear yet. There is still ample opportunity for you to fuck things up, so I suggest you focus." He tells her before pulling out his car keys and tossing them to her.

"Grab her coat and head back to the Pickup. Get it running for me. We need to move as soon as I am back. Its unlikely anyone will investigate the shots, but I can't be certain. Once inside you may put the heating on if you wish. I feel you have earned a little luxury for a job well done. But don't put it up to a silly level, Girl. If I break a sweat on the drive home you will spend the night in the cell with her. Now off you go." He commands.

"Yes, Master! Thank You, Master!" She squeaks excitedly, already imagining the glorious warmth of the truck's heating.

Pausing only to stoop and snatch up Sarahs discarded coat, she gives her unconscious friend one last glare before hurrying away down the trail towards the waiting vehicle.

The Hunter puts his head on one side as he watches her depart. A frown creases his features and he is about to call out when his pet suddenly stops, turns sharply around and hastily returns to her hiding spot. When she steps back into sight, the Hunter smiles to see she has retrieved the walkie talkie he had given her to use tonight.

"Close one, girl." He says quietly as she dissapears down the trail.

Turning his attention to his new pet, he proceeds to lay her on the floor before using the cuffs to bind her arms behind her back. Next he pulls a ball-gag from a pouch at his belt and straps it into place. He doubted she would wake before they got home, but again... he did not like taking unnecessary chances.

Then, hoisting the girl up and over one shoulder, he stomps after his pet, a wide smile on his lips.

Yes indeed. The girl had done well.

Although she did not know it, this had been a test of the true depth of her submission to him and she had passed flawlessly. What's more, he was pleased to see that the rivalry he hoped to instill between the two had already set in. At least, it certainly had in his number 1. He had chosen his prey well.

But as he had told his pet, they weren't in the clear yet, so he increases his pace.

It had been a big risk using the rifle, he knew, but... Well, he had to allow himself a little fun from time to time, didnt he?

His smile widens further.

All things considered, it had been a damn good hunt.