The Cowgirl and the Carny (Camille and Loneiysong)

[Camille]

Angel awoke that morning to the stench of old grease and what smelled like a musty, old barn stall that was in dire need of a good cleaning! It was quiet all around except for the dull roar of a generator that apparently kept the coolers blowing in the mobile bunk house where they all slept. It took the cowgirl a few seconds to remember how she wound up being in the mobile trailer that night. Her back pack had doubled as her pillow which left a painful crick in the side of her neck. She winced as she reached up to try and massage the tender, sore muscles with one hand, her eyes still adjusting to the dark surroundings. Yawning rather noisily, she heard the woman who had slept across the isle from her whisper sharply.


"Shhh! Go back to sleep before ya wake the whole damn bunch, cowgirl!" She glanced over just as the gruff looking woman rolled over to face the wall, tugging up on a tattered, worn out blanket to cover herself. Within seconds, the woman was snoring fairly loudly, practically drowning out any and all other noises in the trailer!


Laying back down, Angel recalled talking to one of the carnies the night before, asking if he thought they might have a spot for her to join their crew. He told her the best thing to do was to bunk down for the night and then talk to the owner first thing the next morning. Angel not only needed a job, but she needed a place to sleep, a place to call "home" until something better and more permament came along. Growing up on a farm had taught her alot about hard work and she definately wasn't afraid of it. But what she was afraid of, was having to go back home to the place where her alcoholic father beat her on a regular basis and where her life was a daily struggle just trying to survive.


Almost 17, her birthday was a few short weeks away. Angel knew she couldn't wait until she turned 18 to be out on her own. She had packed a few changes of clothes, some peanut butter crackers and an old faded picture of her mother who had died when Angel was only a small girl. With her backpack slung over one shoulder, she headed out to find her own way in the world. Angel was petite, only standing five feet and two inches tall, long blonde hair, sky blue eyes, and a smile that could melt your heart at the first grin. But the cowgirl was also full of grit and spit and she wasn't afraid to do whatever it took to take care of herself. Luck was with her the first night she left home as she found shelter in the lobby of a post office a few towns over. It kept her warm and dry that night as heavy thunderstorms brought torrential rain pouring out from the Oklahoma sky. The next day, she came up on the carnival that was about to wind up a three day show there at Weatherford. "That's my ticket out", she thought. She just had to convince them of that.


Sitting up, Angel quietly slipped out from her bunk and tip toed over to the door. She slowly turned the squeaky knob and looked over just as the old woman mumbled and snorted in her sleep. She was hoping not to disturb her again as she didn't want to make any enemies her first day out. Angel smiled softly as the lady quickly resumed her snoring, hardly missing a beat. Stepping on out of the trailer, Angel closed the door gently behind her. She walked over to the owner's trailer which was about one hundred feet away. It was a much nicer, "fancier" rig than most of the other travel trailers parked in the field. She knocked a couple of times on his door.

 

[loneiysong]

The carnival master did not sleep like the other Canies did. He had his own RV. It was a very nice looking thing too. He had saved every penny of his lowly Carny existence when he was working at the carnival. But now, he was their king. He bought the RV. He had been awake all last night partying with some of the side show and magicians. His face was buried in the pillow as he was trying to sleep off his hang over. It was traveling day, everyone knew their job well enough to pack up and he even had one of the men say he would drive him. He curled under the thick blanket and continued to snore away. He grunted as he rolled onto his back when he had heard the knock. Damn that Jake, did he forget the key again. Lousy bum. Opening his eyes, he stood up and groaned. Grabbing his sunglasses to block out the harsh glare of the morning sun, he covered his eyes. Grabbing a robe, he walked to the door.

If the girl did not step back, she would have been knocked square on his ass. Everyone knew at the carnival that he was the ringleader. They had a small tent and he was a master tamer of animals, announcer of acrobats and clowns, and a bit of a magician himself. He had long black wavy hair that was just now becoming peppered. Stubble stood out on his chiseled chin. Sure he was 50, but he was very handsome and still well fit. He rested a strong hand against the side door and looked down at the girl. He was wearing Raybans, so she could not see the intent stare of his blue eyes.

"What the hell do you want!? No refunds." He moved to close the door. He moved into his kitchen to make himself a screwdriver and just lay in bed with his magazines. He wasn't sure if he heard it click or not. But frankly, he didn't care. He was sure it was only a few more hours until they all packed up and left. He sat at the kitchen table and drank his beverage slamming it all down with two Tylenol to break the hang over.

 

[Camille]

The cowgirl stood there with her mouth gaped open, feeling somewhat confused and a whole lot pissed! The door of the RV would have cuffed her square on the chin had she not jumped back just as it flew open. Before she could get one word in, the older gentleman scoffed at her, saying something about "no refunds!"


"No refunds?" she mouthed back in an irritated voice just as he turned and walked back into his trailer. She pushed the brim of her cowboy hat back up off her forehead and sighed heavily. "What he lacks in manners he certainly makes up for in good looks, she thought to herself. He was quite attractive for an older man. Angel was never interested in boys her own age. She was drawn to older, more "distinguished" men who knew what they wanted in life. The dark shades he wore gave him a definite "cool look", but she wondered what it was he was trying to hide behind the expensive lenses. She leaned in closer to peer through the door crack just as he took a healthy swig of his drink.


Angel wasn't one to be rudely dismissed and she was determined to get the last word in regardless of whether or not the man wanted to play nice. She stepped on up and hoisted herself into the doorway of the trailer, standing there looking at him with her jaw set in a stubborn fashion that was typical for the cowgirl.


"I'm not here looking for a refund, Mister! I'm looking for a job!"

 

[loneiysong]

He saw her watching him. He himself was starting to get pissed. These back water hicks were always a problem. He was about to call the security before she came in and opened the door. So, she wasn't looking for a refund, she was looking for a job. The man let his eyes go up and down her body and raised an eyebrow as he finished his drink. She was a cute little cowgirl. His money was on the fact that she was probably a run away. He didn't do well with runaways, in fact, he always sent them on their way back home. He knew how to flex his muscle and become very intimidating. Having had enough of this spunky cowgirl, he stood up cooly and calmly before he raised his phone and pointed it to her.

"You have exactly ten seconds to get out of my RV and off these grounds before security." He said and opened the cellphone. He was about to dial the phone number and would dial it if she didn't stop him.

 

[Camille]

He was bluffing. Or at least, she hoped he was. She dropped her backpack on the floor and folded her arms across her chest, spreading her feet in a wide stance that made it pretty clear she wasn't about to leave anytime soon. "Go ahead! Call whoever you want! I'm not leaving. I actually thought you'd be 'man enough' to handle this teeny redneck cowgirl, but I guess not, huh? Are you just a chickenshit who lets his cronies fight all his battles for him? Pfff!!"


She regretted her words the instant they flew out of her mouth! What the hell, Angel? Piss him off more and see if that don't get you a job working for him! She could feel her body trembling as she stood there, her fists clenched tightly against her ribs trying to keep him from seeing just how badly she was shaking. Hot tears stung at the back of her eyes and she blinked, keeping them at bay. Angel was mad, but now she was also scared. She wasn't sure what this guy might do. If he did call security, the local cops would probably get involved and they would know she was a runaway.

 

[loneiysong]

He stopped and looked at her. No one had ever really called him out. Her stance, her cowboy hat, something about her called to him. The wheels in his devious mind began to work. Shutting his phone, he turned to her and raised an eyebrow. Crossing his arms and shrugged. "You want a job, do ya? Well then, what do you think you can do for the Carnival that is not being done already?"

His blue eyes glinted with devious intent as he looked her up and down. She was afraid of him. But her instincts were dead on. She should be afraid of him. The only women he respected were ones that clawed their way to the top and weren't ones for his crap. But this girl, this little back water inbred pussy, well, he would delight in breaking her down and making her his pet.

 

[Camille]

With a quick sigh of relief, Angel calmed a bit as she realized he wasn't going to call the police on her, or at least, not right away. She nervously licked her dry lips and decided she would attempt to secure a job with the carnival boss using a different tactic: sweetness and charm. Giving him her best smile, she leaned forward and extended one hand as a symbol of a "truce" between them and went on to introduce herself.



"My name's Angel. Angel Swaggerty." The guy never moved a muscle, just stood there with his arms crossed, staring quietly back at her. It was an awkward few moments to say the least, and Angel slowly dropped her hand back to her side before slipping both of her hands into her back pockets. She wished she could see his eyes and get a better read on what he was thinking. Those damn sunglasses were making it hard for her to know what to say next. She shrugged her shoulders in defeat and then cleared her throat before speaking.



"If you'd let me stay, I'd...I'd do whatever you want, Mr. Bossman". She lowered her eyes and shifted her weight from one foot to the other. Begging wasn't one of Angel's strong suits, but she was running out of options with the man. She chewed at her bottom lip while nervously trying to figure out what more to say. With another long pause between them, Angel's nerves finally got the best of her. She reached down rather abruptly and scooped up her back pack and turned for the door.



"Just forget it. I'm sorry I bothered you".

 

[loneiysong]

He looked at her hand and then to her. He raised an eyebrow. He wouldn't shake her hand. Not yet at least. He put a hand on his hip and listened to her spiel. Well, she said everything that he liked to hear. With a grin, he moved behind her and pushed her inside and closed and locked the door and then looked at her. "Anything? You would do anything?" He grinned.

"Well, when you say anything, what do you mean exactly." He handed her his glass. "Make me a screw driver. And take it to that door." He motioned to his door and looked at her. "Then, when you get inside, refer to who you see as master from now on." He smiled and then turned and went through the door. The shades were drawn. Pulling his sunglasses off, he rested them to the side. He pulled his hands behind hsi head. Maybe it would be nice to have a little cowgirl doing anything he told her to.

 

[Camille]

The leer smeared across his face as he pushed Angel back inside the RV had not gone unnoticed, nor the way he repeated the word "anything" back to her. It set the wheels to spinning in Angel's head. Was she going to regret saying that? As he closed the door and locked it behind him, a small chill went cascading down her spine. Not really a bad chill, necessarily, but a chill. Before she could answer the question, he told her to make him a drink and take it through the door leading to the back of his trailer.



"Then, when you get inside, refer to who you see as master from now on."




She watched as he turned and disappeared into the next room, his words leaving her feeling vulnerable and her knees feeling like jello. Master? He wants to be called Master? Angel wasn't sure what she would find waiting for her when she joined him in the back room. Were they going to have sex? She could do that. The B-Man was more than doable. Hell, she even found him quite sexy. And Angel was certainly no innocent. She had been with a few guys back home, but they weren't near as interesting or as cute as the B-Man...Master.




Grinning to herself, she finished pouring the orange juice and vodka, glancing over her shoulder a few times, back to the doorway where the carnival boss waited. She picked up the bottle of Grey Goose and took a healthy swig for herself, hoping it would help to steady her nerves a little. With trembling fingers, she carried his drink back to where he waited and for the first time since their meeting, she could finally see the mysterious eyes that were hidden behind the shades. His intense blue eyes locked fast on her own.



Handing him the glass, her voice sounding a little shaky, "I hope it's the way you like it....Master".

 

[loneiysong]

He smiled as he darkened the room a bit. He sighed when she finally came in. "Good girl." He chuckled and nodded his chin to the door. "Close and lock the door." He canted his head as she offered the drink. It looked like a screwdriver.

He smiled and took it. He watched her walk in. He crossed his ankles and then took a drink and shrugged. "It is ok, now I want you to undress. But do it slow and turn me on." He smiled his voice full of warning. He laid back and watched her. Every once and while he would take a sip of his drink. But when she was fully naked, he set it to the side. Already he was sporting a semi. He was impressed that she got him up so quickly. With a wicked grin, he smiled and looked at her. "Now, come here and show me how you please your master, cowgirl." He whispered and looked at her.

 

[Camille]

Angel was thankful that the room was fairly dark. As she removed each item of clothing, one by one, she worried that the boss man was going to notice the marks and bruises along her backside where her father had beat her several days ago. She was mindful not to turn her back to him, but kept him entertained with her sexy front parts. Never had she stripped in front of man at his request. Surprisingly, it was turning her on more than she thought it probably ought to. It made her feel...naughty. She felt the tightening in her lower abdomen and her panties were getting damp with the anticipation of fucking the older guy.



Angel was a petite girl, but she had some very sexy curves for a small gal. Her 32 D breasts swayed heavily as she bent over to peel her panties down her two shapely legs. Only a small amount of blonde hair covered her mons and pussy. Her clit was tucked up nicely under her hood and did not protrude from her lower lips. She had a tiny waist and curvy hips, giving her the perfect hourglass figure.


"Come here and show me how you please your master, cowgirl."



Shyly, she sat down on the edge of the bed and reached a hand out to rub his cock. He was still wearing the robe and his manhood was already half-erect. She gave him a few strokes and felt him grow harder and longer beneath her touch. She pushed open the robe and saw the full size of him twitching there in front of her. It was enormous, one of the biggest she had ever seen. Tucking her bottom lip beneath her upper teeth, she grinned shyly, giving a small laugh. She felt the blood rush to her cheeks, staining them a bright cherry red as she wrapped her soft fingers around him and began to move back and forth in a slow, rhythmic motion.


"Am I pleasing you, Boss...umm, I mean Master?"

 

[loneiysong]

(I like your new picture BTW)

He sighed and watched her. He was craving her. She was a cowgirl, and he was the bull that would not be corralled. He would bring her so much pleasure. When she revealed her pussy, he nearly jumped her there. But he shook his head mentally. No, he would show her how in control he was. He would make her do everything. When she sat on the edge of the bed, he reached forward and put his hands on her hips.

"Yes, cowgirl slut. It brings me great pleasure." He rolled his eyes. Especially when she opened his robe. He smiled and pulled her close and then looked at her. "I need something to cum into, so I want you to ride me. Ride me like you would a bucking bronco." He smiled and pulled her down hard and sharp against his member. He reached up and squeezed her breasts. The bus lurched into movement.

 

[Camille]

(Thank you! Me, too!)


It seemed as though foreplay wasn't high on the B-Mans list. With little fanfare, he quickly guided Angel's nude form over next to him and swung her smooth, sexy thighs over his groin. He thrust his cock deep inside of her pussy, her womb expanding to fit the monstrous invader she straddled. He was lodged deep inside her warm, velvety walls and she was thankful for having been already wet to help accomodate his size. She winced just a tad and held still for a few seconds, her pussy needing to adjust to the thick rod. She could feel his balls nestled warmly against the crack of her ass.


"I want you to ride me. Ride me like you would a bucking bronco", he had told her just before plunging deep inside of her young cunt.


Her new Master let her know exactly what he wanted her to do and exactly how she was to do it. He was so sexy, and Angel wanted to please him. Even if she didn't get the job, it was nice to feel "wanted" for a moment. His infectious smile caused her own lips to upturn into a broad grin as he reached up and began to play with her big, bouncy titties.


Licking her fingers, Angel reached down and started to play with herself. She used the pads of her fingers to rub her clit in small circles as she moved up and down on his cock. She placed her other hand back against his thigh to balance herself as she rode the sexy stallion! With her knees planted firmly on the bed, each slightly touching the outside of his thighs, she closed her eyes and threw back her head, biting down on her bottom lip as she felt the pleasure start to build at her center. The bed squeaked loudly and the RV rocked as the cowgirl bounced harder. She was bucking up and down on his cock as if her life depeneded on it. And maybe in fact, it did...


"Oh my God..." she cried out, her long locks of blonde hair bouncing over her shoulders, her full breasts jostling heavily with each downward thrust.

"I think I'm going to cum....."

 

[loneiysong]

He saw her go to riding him. He smiled and then looked at her. She was playing with herself? Right in front of him. He shook his head. Taking her hands, he began to tie her wrists together even as he was giving her pleasure. "Little cowgirl, you must learn to get your pleasure as I get mine. But ohh." He smiled as he looked up at what the tying of her wrists did to her breasts. "Ohh they pushed your breasts together." He smiled and pulled her down. He caught a nipple in his mouth and began to suck. God, he would love to just lay there and suck her nipples until they were swollen creatures. The boss, sensed teh frantic buck of her hips against him.

"Ohh, yes, Oh yes, cum. Cum you little cowgirl slut. Cum for me." He grunted and bucked his hips up. She was so tight and so constricting on his member. he laughed adn shook his head and laughed. He rolled his eyes and screamed and bit her nipple as he came hard and furiously into her young womb. He panted and rolled his hips up.

 

[Camille]

Angel collapsed there on top of him, her breasts smashed up against his face, her abused nipple still plunged between his lips, throbbing where he had bitten her. Her long, blond hair was toppling over the both of them, shrouding them in the silky tresses. It took a few long seconds for her to catch her breath, her body limp and spent above his. Never had she experienced such an intense orgasm, her body still quivering and tingling from the climax. She felt the B-man roll his hips underneath her, his cock still lodged deep inside of her walls.

Pushing herself up to a sitting position, she lifted herself over and off of him while her wrists were still tethered. “What the hell, man?” She tried to loosen the rope, obviously displeased about being bound up and unable to move freely. “Why did you do that?” His semen began to drip from her pussy as soon as she dismounted him, and another wave of fury came across her petite features.

“You came inside of me??? FUCK! Are you trying to get me pregnant?” Angel was not on any birth control and had only had protected sex with her partners before him. This was way more than she had bargained for! No job was worth the risk of getting knocked up by some roadside carny who’s only concern was how he was going to use her for his own depraved pleasure!

With both wrists still tied together, she tried to swing at him as she screamed at him. “Fucking untie me. NOW!”

 

[loneiysong]

He smiled and licked her nipple and continued to suck as she had collapsed on him. Her nipple tasted so sweet. Wrapping his legs around her waist, he pushed his member deeper inside her. He chuckled and pulled his lips from her. "Your just a soft little girl with no energy. So tired." He chuckled and ran his fingers down her back and sighed softly to her. She was so tired, it made his ego swell. But just as he was rolling his hand down ehr back, she was angry. Raising a dark eyebrow, he looked at her and smiled. The rope was tied strong around her little wrists. His blue eyes looked down at the cum rolling down her inside thigh and laughed softly.

"Well, I am the boss after all. If I want to get you pregnant I will." He grinned reaching to the bedside table and grabbed a cigarette. "Besides, it was all your fault. You rode me like the slut you are. Be glad I got it in a hole and not over your pretty face." He said around his cigarette as he lit it and smiled taking the cigarette out from between his lips. He smiled. "Want one?" He grinned as he leapt up from the bed and caught her hands. He pushed her to the closet of the RV, and attached her to a hook there. "Now, little slut, until you can act right, I am going to leave you in here." He smiled and shut teh door and began to dress for the day while holding his cigarette between his teeth.

 

[Camille]

“Noo! NOOOO!!!” The cowgirl kicked at the door just as her Master shut it, the room instantly going dark as he left her alone in there, her hands tied and unable to get free from her shackles. She stood there with her arms above her head, her hands clasped together as he had fastened her to a hook on the back wall of the tiny closet.


She screamed. “You can’t leave me here!” “Master??” Angel was claustrophobic and deathly afraid of the dark. Many times as a child, her father would punish her by locking her up in her bedroom closet with no lights, no food, no water. She would sit there and listen while the mice played hop-scotch across the floor of the dark room, the roaches crawling through her hair. She would cry waiting for her father to sober up and come let her out. Angel shuddered recalling such torments and she tried again to call out to the B-man, hoping he would let her out. In frustration, she kicked the door again with her bare foot, the door bowing out just a little from the force.


“Get me the FUCK out of here!” She could hear him stirring around in the RV, but he never answered her cries. She was breaking out in a sweat, her breathing becoming erratic. She had to get out of there.


“Master? Please? Please don’t leave me in here…” She sobbed uncontrollably now, wishing to God she hadn’t upset him so.


“Please. I’ll be good.” Her voice was cracking and she was beginning to panic. “I’m afraid of the dark…”

 

[loneiysong]

The boss sat on the bed reading a book. He heard the girl rant and rage. But interesting, she began to turn into a whimpering babe. Master. She called him master? He happened to like it, just not enough to let her out. He listened to the mood changes in her screams and rages. He was about done with his book. Looking up, he heard her cries and confessions. Just a little longer. He wanted to see what she would do. Even though a turkey near the finish of cooking smelt good, it had to be perfectly cooked still.

Putting the book to the side, he stood up and left the room. He went to the driver of the RV to see how everything was going and how much longer till they reached their destination. He smiled and nodded. Moving to his table, he began to draw up the schedule. One that would include the cowgirl. But what to do? Maybe a peep show. He smiled adn licked his lips and crossed his legs and drew up the schedule and who was assigned where.

 

[Camille]

She quieted her crying and whimpering and listened for the B-man. She didn’t hear him rummaging around in the room anymore. He’s left me alone in here. She regretted getting so angry with him, for letting her temper get the best of her. Yes, he had tied her hands, which she wasn’t use to, but he hadn’t hurt her. And no, he didn’t use precautions to keep her from getting pregnant, but she hadn’t bothered to discuss any of that before they had sex. But Angel really did enjoy their earlier romp. Alot! The B-man was so sexy and he definitely knew what he was doing in bed.



The cowgirl took a few deep breaths to calm herself even more and then tried to think through how she might escape, not really coming up with anything very promising. She yanked a few more times on the hook, but it wasn’t budging. In a few minutes, she heard someone come back into the room, and assuming it was him, she began talking to him through the closet door.


“Boss?” She shook her head and scolded herself under her breath. “I’m sorry…Master? Can I please come out? I’ll be good. I promise. I am sorry I acted the way I did.” She bit into her bottom lip and waited...and listened.

 

[loneiysong]

He had heard her getting quiet. He wondered what had happened. He didn't really care. Not really. He never cared much for these girls that promised to do anything for a job then you cum inside and they get all pissed. Moving to his room, he sat on the bed ignoring her. He wiggled his feet as he sent out a group text that let everyone know what was going to be their post next stop. In two days. San Antonio, Texas. More hicks. Goody.

When he was finished, he stood up and moved through the bedside table and pulled open teh door and looked at her and crossed his arms and looked at her. She was very beautiful. Very naked, and very dirty in front of him. He would show her what was acceptable and what wasn't. He looked at the drying cum on her thighs and back to her.

"You were a very bad slut." He said his tone severe. He was in a black polo shirt and tan pants with black stripes. Polished black cowboy boots. Moving forward, he grabbed her face and forced her mouth open. Shoving a pill into her mouth he pressed his jaw closed.

 

[Camille]

With wide eyes and a sharp catch of breath, Angel looked back at the B-man as he opened the closet door rather suddenly, his blue eyes staring hard into hers.


"You were a very bad slut."


Angel nodded, her eyes red and swollen from crying. She lowered her gaze and answered back with a quiet “Yes”. It was all she could get out before he shoved something into her mouth and made her swallow it.

“What was that, Master?” She didn’t do drugs and she panicked for a moment thinking he gave her something to either knock her out or “flip” her out.

 

[loneiysong]

Once he was sure that she had swallowed it, he removed his hands. Without removing her from the hook in the closet, he moved to his bed and laid back surveying her naked form. He looked her up and down.

"You aren't allowed to ask what I do or don't give you, but since we are on the subject and you are so new, that was a morning after pill. But that is the only favor I will give you. If you feel the urge to strike out or try to attack me again, I will throw you from this RV without clothes or money, do you understand you slut? Or, maybe I should just give you to the "dogs". Do you think you would like to be the bitch of a dog my sweet?" He ran his socked foot up along her thigh and watched her eyes.

 

[Camille]

A morning after pill. She had heard of them but she had never used them. It was a relief to know that she wouldn’t become pregnant. Angel certainly wasn’t ready to be a mother. She watched him as he lay back on the bed, noticing the way his eyes raked up and down her body. The B-man had obviously changed his clothes, and was sporting some very nice duds. No doubt, he caught the eye of every woman that worked for him there at the carnival. As the song goes, 'Every girl's crazy about a sharp dressed man!". The cowboy boots of black leather hadn't escaped the cowgirl's notice either.


She wanted so much to turn around, to try and shield her nakedness from his continuous, lustful gaze, but that would only anger him further. She did slightly cross her legs at the knees and lower her head down towards her armpit, hiding the lower part of her face. It unnerved her to be so completely vulnerable to the man, but at the same time, there was something exciting about it. There was no doubt he liked what he saw, and this brought a heated blush to the cowgirl's face, both cheeks feeling as though they had been scorched by the noonday sun. Her eyes were still visible above her shoulder and arm as she stood there looking back at him , her big, blue eyes full of tears. Both of her hands were beginning to tingle and go numb from being held up high and above her head, but she didn’t dare voice her discomfort. She was thirsty and her throat was parched and sore, but she would not mention any of that to him. She was silent as she listened to him speak.


“….maybe I should just give you to the "dogs". Do you think you would like to be the bitch of a dog my sweet?"


She closed her eyes, a faint shudder racking through her nude form as he ran his foot up her thigh. Opening her eyes, she looked back at him and answered softly. “No, Sir. I would not like that.” Her chin quivered and she fought to keep calm, not wanting to show weakness by crying again. Then she added, “I won’t hit you….again….Sir”.

 

[loneiysong]

"See that you don't." He smiled and moved his feet back down. He stood up as the RV stopped suddenly. Reaching into a special box, he pulled out a beautiful pink collar. "I know you are my cowgirl, but right now, I don't think you have earned the right to clothes. Not yet, but who knows." He moved the pink collar around her throat and attached it to the leash. He gripped the leash and pulled her close. "Now listen cowgirl and listen good, you will do what I say and only what I say. Understand? If anyone gives you an order from me, they will use the phrase 'It will cost you 5 tickets'. Got it?" He pulled her leash so their faces were inches apart.

There was two knocks on the bedroom door and then nothing. "We have stopped at a rest stop. My guy will go and get some food and snacks, while I clean you off." He unhooked her from the closet and lead her by the leash to the outside of the RV. He had a shower, but again, she did not get teh pleasure of heated water.

Walking her to a section of the rest stop for rinsing and bathing horses, he set her up in a stall and attached her leash to the wall. "Don't move." He walked over and grabbed a hose and turned it on and took the leash again and pulled her close. He began to spray her with freezing cold water.

 

[Camille]

Angel screamed as the blast of ice-cold water sprayed against her naked body. She was trying so hard to be the good girl that she had promised him she would be. Hadn’t she been attentive in the RV when the B-man laid out the ground rules as to what was expected of her? She understood that she was only to take orders from him, unless the phrase “It will cost you 5 tickets” was uttered. And even though she wasn’t quite sure what that meant, she still nodded obediently and gave him a firm “Yes, Sir” after each rule or instruction. She wanted so much to please him and make him proud of her.

But now she was standing there outside, being hosed down like some animal. She spit and sputtered as he shot the frigid water directly into her mouth and up her nose several times. With her hands still tied, she tried her best to shield her face from the torment, but she was certain he was going to drown her as he sought to spray it everywhere, including her head. Her nipples had turned into two hard pebbles, and her pale smooth skin was covered in gigantic goose pimples. Her teeth chattered when she tried to speak.

“It’s so c..c…cold, M…m…master!”. Only a few moments earlier the B-man had said something to Angel that made her think maybe, just maybe, he did care something about her and wanted her for his own. “I know you are my cowgirl”. Those words made her smile. My cowgirl. She was hoping it was a sign that they were on the path to being friends. But those thoughts were quickly thwarted and she was feeling more confused and hurt. And why did he put the dog collar around her neck and drag her outside the RV by a leash where anyone or everyone who happen to pass by would see her? Did he want others to see her this way?


No matter what the reasons, she stood there before him a wet and dripping mess, her breasts drenched as they hung from her heaving chest. Her long locks of blonde hair was soaked and plastered to her skull.


“Please M..m..master”, she begged of him. “It’s sooo c..c…cold”.