Chapter Seven: Rose Starts to Learn
The next morning, they woke up later than normal. Rose cooked her first
breakfast ever and served it to Richard on her knees. She held up the plate of
too-runny eggs and over-done toast to Richard from her place on her knees next
to his chair. She did get the sausages right at least. He told her that she
could eat that plate, but she would have to cook his better than she had done
hers. She was chagrined, but she went right back to the stove and cooked another
plate. He set the plate she had first prepared on the floor for her to eat when
she was finished cooking his breakfast again.
Soon, she presented him with another plate of hot food. The toast was a
little darker than he liked, but this effort was much better than the last. The
eggs were nicely done and the sausages were cooked through. He took the plate
from her and placed it on the table in front of him. He told her that she could
eat, but she had to eat like a dog for messing up the first plate. She was not
allowed to use her hands.
For the next several moments, they both ate silently. Richard sat at the
table and ate his hot plate of food while Rose ate her cold, undercooked food on
her hands and knees on the floor. She took mouthfuls of cold food without using
her hands and even licked the egg yolk from the plate. Richard told her what a
good girl she was for cleaning her plate and told her she could now wash the
dishes.
Rose was pretty clueless about the whole washing dishes thing. Richard
had to show her how the sink plug was used, how much dish soap to use and how to
put the dishes into the drainer after she was finished.
When she was finished with breakfast and dishes, Richard took her
outside. He turned the water hose on and hosed her down for her morning bath. He
gave her the disposable razor and shaving cream and told her to shave her legs,
armpits and pussy smooth. Once she finished and he rinsed her off, he produced
his straight razor, lathered her head and shaved her head smooth and bald and
making sure the stubble was completely gone. He rinsed her head with the hose
and collected all the shaving accessories and took them back into the cabin. He
made her kneel next to the small kitchen sink while he shaved his face.
When he was done, he took her out to let her piss. She made her little
hole and relieved herself in it and then covered it up like she had been taught
to do. When she was finished, Richard took her to the outhouse while he relieved
himself as well.
This is how things went for the next several days. She prepared meals,
she washed dishes and she did as she was told. She learned to build a fire. She
learned to make Richard's baths. She began sweeping the porch, at his behest,
every morning. After the first night in the cabin, she was returned to her cage
on subsequent nights, but she was still brought back into the cabin for chores,
cooking and sex. Richard began making use of Rose anytime he felt like it now.
Whether they were inside or outside or in the outhouse, he would pull her to her
knees and push his cock into her mouth or he would push her onto her back and
take her or he would take her while she was on her hands and knees. So far, all
of her that he had used was her pussy and mouth. He was saving her ass for
something special. He wasn't sure what for yet, but he knew he wanted her first
time taking his cock in her ass to be very memorable.
During the next week, Rose was only disciplined once and that was for
dropping an entire pot of boiled potatoes on the cabin floor. Needless to say,
after she was whipped for being so clumsy and after she had prepared a new pot
of potatoes, she was made to eat the cold, dirty potatoes off the floor and then
eat the food he put on her plate. She was stuffed by the end of dinnertime that
night.
She had begun to gain some weight. It was a pleasant change in her, from
Richard's point of view. He liked her thighs a little plumper and her ass a
little rounder. It seemed that even her breasts had gained a little roundness.
She was not getting fat by any stretch of the imagination, but at least her
thighs touched together now when she stood with her ankles together.
She seemed to be happy serving him now. He still talked to her often and
tried pushing her buttons every now and then just to see how she would react. It
seemed she was truly becoming his piece of property finally. To be sure, Rose
was getting into the habit of serving him. She hardly minded doing the chores
anymore. She was starting actually to like cooking and tried to experiment with
what flavours tasted good together, to Richard's displeasure on occasion. Even
when Rose crawled these days, her head was up and her eyes looking around rather
than how she usually kept her head down and her eyes looking at the ground.
From Rose's standpoint, all kinds of things were happening in her mind.
She was growing accustomed to living like this. She knew if she behaved and
acted right she would be treated well. She tried to be as pleasing as possible.
She was diligent in her chores. She paid attention to the lessons Richard was
teaching her, even though she would have classified most of them as menial tasks
that were beneath her only a month ago. She was even getting used to being used
by him. Well, there was more to it than that. She craved being used by Richard.
She couldn't get enough of his cock in her. Whether she was servicing him with
her mouth or her pussy, she greedily took as much of his cock as she could. It
was like she was addicted to it. All Richard had to do was to pull his cock out
and let her see it and she got wet and wanting.
That wasn't entirely true either. Since Richard had been using her, he
had not yet given her the luxury of one single orgasm. The one time she had
tried to touch herself, Richard had slapped the backs of her knuckles with an
egg spatula. She didn't need reminding again that she wasn't to try to bring
herself to orgasm and that Richard would be the only one distributing those
prizes.
Needless to say, her present condition was one of almost constant
arousal. At any given time, her pussy was wet and ready. She had a smoky,
starved look in her eyes. In the morning when Richard would come get her from
her cage, the very first thoughts that ran through her mind were of how he would
use her today, or if he would use her today. She had begun to become distressed
by the possibility that he might not use her and she would go through her whole
day under so much sexual torment. Anytime he was near her now, her clit throbbed
and her nipples hardened.
Richard noticed all of this, of course. He noticed how she would try to
rub her hips against him when she was eating next to him. He noticed that her
nipples were almost constantly erect now. He even noticed that her smell would
get stronger if he showed her the slightest inkling of interest now. He felt
confident that she was moving into the place in which he wanted her. That place
of total, helpless servitude. He felt like she might almost be there, but he
knew there were still some facets of the old Rose left in her and they had to be
completely squashed away before he could risk moving her out of the cabin. He
would have to completely crush her and destroy all the old attitudes she had and
replace them with only the new ones that he wanted her to have. He wanted Rose
to become the cowed, wanton, servile slut that he would mould her into and that
he knew she could become.
Now, how to go about it? Sure, having her do menial tasks like cooking
and cleaning would dampen her spirits and the constant sexual frustration would
certainly make her crave to be more pleasing, but what he needed was something
to really break her. Something she couldn't easily forget or cast aside with a
whim, something permanent, perhaps. He would have to think on it and decide what
would be the best thing for her.
To be sure, Rose was undergoing some changes in her thinking as well.
She really, seriously began to question how bad her existence was. Her thoughts
of running away when she returned to civilization were diminishing. She was
beginning to feel like this was her place. She was beginning to enjoy serving
Richard. She obviously liked being used by him sexually.
Besides, wasn't this exact thing what she was waiting her life to
accomplish? To find a man that would take care of her, that she could have a
life with and that would provide her with all her necessities. Isn't that
exactly what Richard had been doing? He took care of her and made sure she was
provided for and fed. True, he did punish her, but only when she brought it on
herself. She knew he wouldn't whip her or punish her for things if she didn't
deserve punishment.
She definitely couldn't complain about the sex either. Holy cow, there
was nothing at all lacking in that area. She had never before been used in the
ways he used her. Sometimes her head swam from his rigorous uses of her. She
didn't complain a bit, though, although she did wish he would let her cum once
in awhile. She figured he would, she just needed to work harder to earn her
orgasms. With that in mind, she had begun to participate more in their sexual
contact. When he took her from behind, she would wiggle her ass pleasantly for
his enjoyment. When he took her in the missionary position, she would pull her
legs open as widely as she could and allow him more access to her so he could
fuck her more deeply. She had even begun trying to deep throat his cock when she
sucked him off. She had even begun to lick his balls and suck them into her
mouth almost every single time she sucked his cock, in hopes it would please him
more and he might finally let her cum once. So far he had not, but she knew he
would one day.
Rose knew she was changing. She understood what was happening to her,
even if she wasn't quite sure why. She knew she would never have submitted in
such repulsive ways to a man before Richard had taken her. She didn't even look
at it like kidnapping anymore, because she was now becoming a willing
participant in his discipline, punishments and sex. She was used to having her
heads shaved. She didn't even think of it anymore. She was used to wearing the
leather collar he had put on her the very first day she was with him. All in
all, she figured, her life was a lot less complicated than it was before he had
taken her. She didn't have to worry about school. She didn't have to worry about
books. She didn't have to worry about money, or what to wear, or where she
should go that day, or what to have to eat. Richard told her what to do and she
did it. Now, she did it willingly. She didn't care anymore that she was a
kidnapped, raped slave. She didn't care that her normal life was long behind her
now. She didn't even care about her family and school anymore. It had been a
long time since she had even thought of her daddy. All she cared about now was
making Richard happy and being as pleasing to him as she could be.
Thus, their relationship evolved from captive and kidnapper to slave and
owner. She learned to yield to his will and he worked her through the paces to
elicit the services he wanted from her. They both saw the changes and recognized
what was happening and things were progressing right along, just as Richard had
hoped they would.
After much though, Richard decided to take Rose to town for an outing.
It would be a test to see how she would act in public. He would have to prepare,
though. He didn't want any surprises if he was to take this risk. He doubted
that Rose was faking any longer, but he had to be sure she wouldn't run
screaming down the street if he took her to town. He knew just what to do, he
thought. He would plan to make the trip to town tomorrow.
