A warm fire and a leash.

The sound of driving rain is the first thing you are aware of as your consciousness returns. It makes you shudder and coil and pull your blanket tighter about yourself. It's then you realise the warmth pouring down upon your body and you purr, stretching out and turning towards the source of the heat. Your eyes begin to flicker open, but even within the surrounding darkness the orange glow of the fire is too much for you at first. You go to sit up but come short, giving off a choked gasp as pressure pushes down on your neck as you try. More awake now you try to examine your surroundings, but can recognise only that it is a dust filled room you have never been in, with a roaring fireplace you didn't prepare. You're underneath your own sleeping bag, you have no clothes and your hips and throat ache with the sensation of rough sex.

No, not simply rough sex.

Fear rushes through your body and you try to bolt upright only to **** and stumble again. Reaching up to your slender neck you can feel, surrounded by bruises and bite marks, an old, leather collar. Your delicate fingers play over it and you grasp about in the shadows, tracing the heavy cord of a leash down to where it's pinned into the floor by your tent pegs.

Everything begins to rush back to you. Lisa, the hitch-hiker, getting lost, his hands on you, Lisa being a stupid girl and thinking she could run, Bunny being a good girl and giving up. The sex, the fucking, the **** the...the...You can't help but run your hands over your smooth stomach, fingers splaying over it and reaching down to touch near your crotch. Sir found you, Sir broke you, Sir was going to breed you.

Your panic increases as you fill once more with conflicting feelings. You want to run away before Sir comes back, you want Sir to come back. You're scared, you're aroused, you're confused and you falter as the world spins and black pulls at you again. You worry for a moment you've done yourself permanent harm, you hope for a moment that it's nothing that'll make Sir reject you.

"I told you I could get a fire going, Bunny."

You turn to see his shape move into the room, great and towering over your naked and helpless form. How did you ever last so long out in the world without some man claiming you like Sir has? Even with your fear of him you find your legs spreading beneath the sleeping bag, instinctively welcoming the hunter who has caught you.

"Sir?" your voice is a panting gasp, you shiver despite the heat. Sir is the one who decides your future now.