Caleb Comes to Town

Chapter 4 – She Sees His Trophies

She was curled up in the doghouse. In contrast to the heat of the day, the night was turning quite cold. She shivered as her naked skin kept losing body heat to the cold earth beneath. Several things worried her. She knew she had to eat sometime and she didn't know how she could possibly eat the dog food in the bowl in front of her new "home". She worried about how she was going to take a shit. Nothing seemed appealing about the possibility of hunkering down at the end of a leash.

She knew that sometime he was going to fuck her. Somehow, although not anything she desired, she was not horrified at the prospect. Fucking was fucking. You did it and it was over. She did worry about sucking his dick. She had never liked giving head and she certainly did not like the thought of giving this bastard the use of her mouth. Then there was anal sex. She had been asked several times by various boy friends but she had always refused to let anyone put anything in her ass. It was just too weird to contemplate! Worst of all was the pain. Her back was killing her. She knew her back must be in shreds. This bothered her tremendously. She had always been proud of her smooth, white Swedish skin and now a large part of it was probably permanently ruined. She tried to re-position herself to get some relief from the cramped position. No relief was to be had.

As the sun slowly broke the horizon Caleb walked out to begin the day with his new creature. He grabbed the leash that extended inside the house and gave it a mighty yank. He heard her crash against the inside wall as she let out a loud screech.

He said, "Get out here bitch – we have a full day ahead of us!"

She quickly crawled out on her belly, crying as her tits rubbed painfully against the ground. He looked at her food dish and its crusty contents. He told her that she definitely needed a good breakfast to hold up to the rigors of the day. He told her to eat or he would take her directly to the "whip" treatment. She looked at the mess in the bowl and wretched. Nonetheless, she lowered her face to the mess and tentatively stuck out her tongue to the edge of the "food". It tasted worse than she had ever imagined. As she thought about this he put his strong hand on the back of her head and smashed her face completely into the stuff. Her face was coated. She tasted it on her lips. As she sobbed, she knew she had no choice. She decided to try to eat it as much as possible without chewing. Thus, perhaps the taste wouldn't be quite as vile. He chuckled as she gobbled the food and swallowed it in large chunks.

"By God," he said, "you sho' do look like my goddamn hound dog!"

Now she was openly crying but she didn't slow down in her eating and swallowing. Her stomach was heaving but she managed to keep it down. When it was finally completely gone, at his direction, she used her hands to wipe the mess from her face and put it into her mouth. Then, she turned to the water dish, dipped her face and lapped up the liquid. She felt completely degraded. She had become his animal!

He told her he had a dog that used to sit on top of the doghouse. He indicated that he had always liked that image and he wanted her to duplicate it. She looked at the shingled roof and knew this would be horribly painful on her bare skin. The roof had two steep slopes that went up and met in the middle in a quite sharp peak. The shingles were coated with a gravelly substance. But, now she noticed he was holding the whip in his hand and she knew she must obey. She crawled up on to the roof and miniature pebbles on the shingles ground into her thighs and butt. It hurt like a son of a bitch. But finally she made it to the peak with both legs lying on one side, sort of a sidesaddle position.

He told her she didn't have a complete grasp of the picture. He told her she was to straddle the peak with a leg on each side. She now had a grasp of the picture and she didn't like the image. She could not imagine what the peak and the texture of the shingles would do to her tender parts. But then he cracked the whip in the air and she knew she must try it. She slowly pivoted and tried gingerly to lower herself on to the peak with a leg on each side. The shingles ground into her pussy and drove little pieces of gravel directly into the pink parts of her cunt.

Now she was moaning and crying as her body tried to deal with the pain. As she tried to move around to distribute the pain, the roof material began also grinding into her asshole. It was incredible. It was like having rough sandpaper grinding down her most tender parts. He sensed that she was about to get off of the roof. He could tell she had decided the hell with it, she would take her chances with the whip. Before she could react he had secured rope loops around each ankle on each side of the roof peak. Then he had pulled them tightly and secured each rope to steel rings located on each opposing side of the doghouse. He pulled each rope tightly and this pulled her body firmly down on to the cutting material that was wrecking havoc with her pussy and ass. He told her to sit tight, he was going to go get breakfast. As he ate his Cheerios he could hear her howling.

He thought, "By God she does sound like my old hound dog!"

When he finally finished his breakfast, Caleb walked back out to the doghouse. She was a sobbing, blubbering mass of pained flesh, snot running everywhere, completely out of control. She had temporarily lost her mind. He unfastened her ankles, grabbed her leash right up next to her throat and drug her slowly along the peak of the roof, exasperating the damage to her intimate parts, pulling her until she collapsed forward on the ground. She was sobbing as she regained her senses. She had pissed herself and she didn't care. There seemed to be many tiny granules imbedded in her pussy flesh and up into her asshole. She wondered if she was ruined forever as a woman?

He nudged her with the toe of his boot and told her to begin crawling, he was taking her inside his house. She crawled along forlornly as he retained a hold on the end of her leash. He looked down at her and admired the sight. Her tits were swaying beneath her torso, occasionally bumping into one another. Her ass was swishing in the air, providing a stout, but sexy sight. Droplets of blood were running down the inside of her thighs from the wounds to her private parts. Tears were still falling on to the ground as she tried to keep up with the brisk pace he was setting.

Ordinarily she would have been thinking about the pain to her knees as she shuffled along. However, this was nothing compared to the pain that was still residing in her bottom. It was tough to crawl up the four steps necessary to get into his home. The wood seemed to be driving nails into her knees. However, she managed it despite the additional pain.

He led her into a room he called his "trophy" room. He was a skilled taxidermist. He forced her to face one wall and told her to rise and sit back on the backs of her heels. She did so and her eyes were immediately directed to a wall full of animal trophy heads. There was the head of a mountain lion, a bear, an antelope, a deer, and several other species she could not identify. Each one was mounted lovingly on highly finished walnut with a bronze plaque beneath. This did bother her. Her family had all been hunters and she knew that such was the way of life in rural communities.

Then, he took hold of her shoulders and rotated her completely around to face the opposite wall. There, to her horror, was mounted the heads of four women. Their faces were quite attractive, their hair was done in marvelous styles, and their eyes seemed to be looking directly at her.

One of the blonde heads had a surprised expression on her face with the left eyebrow raised slightly as if to ask, "Where's the rest of me?"

He said, "This is what happens when bitches no longer provide entertainment!"

Heide barely heard the last words of his explanation. Her mind gave her blessed relief as she lost consciousness.