Shoplifting

The nude girl lay on her back, her arms and legs spread-eagle, tied to each post of the bed. Her long blonde hair lay in a tangled mess around her head and shoulders, constantly jostled by the rhythmic gyrations. Her jaw was hinged open with a ball-gag, with soft muffled moans oozing through. The man on top of her thrust back and forth, back and forth, filling her repeatedly with his eight-inch cock. Jake Barnes wasn't known for anything much, but it wasn't a secret around town that his erection was a sight to see. It had been pretty painful for Sally Binds at first, but as the months rolled by, she'd gotten used to it.

When Jake came he nearly brought the house down, yelling and whooping and squeezing Sally's breasts tight. There was no pulling out, he shot his load directly into her, enjoying the slickness of her sex against his strong, proud member. He was so exhausted from the effort, he didn't even pull out then, instead falling on top of her and breathing his strong cheesy breath against her face. She wrinkled her nose, but it wasn't like she could protest with the gag in her mouth. She also hadn't come herself, leaving her in a state of agonising edging, but again she was used to that. Jake may have had an impressively pronounced cock but his ****'s feelings were never on the table.

Jake finally slid himself out of her and sauntered off to the bathroom. Sally knew it would be a while before he remembered to untie her, so she tried to focus her mind on anything other than the colossal pounding her pussy had just received. She'd found over the months that it was a lot better when she did cum, but when she didn't she had to think a little harder. God she was so horny, she thought. Yes, but remember the reason he gagged you? Right. One time Sally had been brought to the edge as she had been now, which had resulted in her wailing and wailing for him to finish her. He'd just ignored her then, and the next time they'd had sex he'd introduced the gag. No more horny **** for him to deal with. She wouldn't have minded so much except he chained her hands during the night as well, so the only time she could ever be pleasured was during sex with him. It was a...taxing existence.

Sally had been purchased six months ago by this strange ogre of a man. He was a farmer, owning a small and unimpressive piece of cornfield, surrounded by much larger cornfields owned by his more successful neighbours. He didn't mind. Jake had never been very bright, just about having the capacity to operate the tractor and farm affairs, although a lot of that had originally been handled by his parents, long since deceased. Still, he was part of the local community, and everybody in the little town liked him, He'd stop by for a game of pool with fellow bar-flies, lend a helping hand to his fellow farmers when needed, speak politely with the town elders and of course attended church every Sunday. Despite his intelligence and lack of personal wealth, he was a fixture of the town and a regular pillar of the farming community.

So everyone had been impressed when he'd bought his own ****. And boy what a **** he'd bought!

Sally Binds had been a talented cheerleader and the homecoming queen at her local high school just a few towns away. She was smart, athletic and naturally stunning. At 18 she'd been all set to graduate and set out for college. Everyone had had high ambitions for her; she wasn't the kind of girl to stick around a little farming town. She'd had big plans to travel the world, learn about foreign cultures, meet new people and find excitement in life. The boyfriends she'd had were cute: quarterbacks and baseball players and pitchers and even the shy library bookworm once, but they all seemed so small-fry for her ambitions. She had been set to take over the world, find a drop-dead gorgeous husband and become filthy rich.

Except, things hadn't played out that way.

It had all started just a couple weeks before graduation. Sally had been goofing around with her girlfriends and fellow cheerleaders in a shopping mall. They were in the lingerie section when Sally had gently, casually, slipped a lace underwear set under her top. The other girls had looked at her like she was crazy, but she'd just winked at them. She was the homecoming queen, she could do whatever she wanted. Besides, she'd done this before. They were shocked, but giggled and followed suit. This was so bad, they all laughed, as they grabbed random items before finally walking out of the store with them. Now Sally had always been smart. She knew telling her friends about her little kleptomaniac tendencies was fine because they'd have to incriminate themselves as well, and she'd made sure they'd all taken something. She'd also done a brief mental sweep of the store to make sure there were no cameras pointed in her direction. She'd always been smart...but this time she got unlucky.

The store manager had recently installed tiny tracker chips on every item of clothing to make sure they'd alway be able to stay on top of their inventory. The chips were still a relatively new technology, kind of similar to the ones put inside slaves to prevent them from escaping. Small and barely noticeable to the human eye, you could only find them with a scanner. Without realising it, Sally had signed her **** warrant not just for herself but for her friends too. Once the inventory had been discovered as missing, the manager handed the tracking data to the police, and not before too long the homecoming queen's door was being battered down.

Her parents had protested naturally, but it didn't take long for the police to find a small treasure trove of contraband and stolen goods that Sally had amassed over the years. Her parents had never even known, she'd been so good at covering her tracks. Thus Sally Binds was led out of her house in her pyjamas and a pair of handcuffs, with ruthless photographers taking photos of the homecoming queen arrested just weeks before graduation day. She'd told herself not to cry, at least not in front of the cameras, and reminded herself of her status. Her parents were rich, she was beautiful and important for the community, they wouldn't issue any serious punishment, would they?

"300 years of slavery." Sally had stood there gobsmacked in the defendant stand when the judge handed down his sentence. He expressed that as this was following a series of thefts, and because she had corrupted her friends and brought them along with her in her crimes, the punishment had to be severe. Not that that made any difference: her friends were each sentenced to 85 years each.

Not all was lost for the high school cheerleading squad however! One of the tricks many wealthy and well-connected people pulled was to purchase family members so they could continue their lives as normal. Sure they'd have a microchip in them for life but if a parent or friend wanted to purchase their waylaid relation to make sure they wouldn't enter a life of real slavery, then as long as they forked up at the auction they could do this. The rest of the cheerleading squad was saved at auction, with all their wealthy parents buying them back and making sure they could finish high school and go to college. After several weeks of terror in jail, Sally's parents had let her know they were set to buy her at auction too, no matter what.

Enter Jake Barnes. Jake wasn't intelligent and didn't want for much in life, but he had always struggled with the ladies. Despite his eight-inch cock he never had any confidence with them, he just wasn't interesting or attractive enough to maintain their interest for long. At 40 years old he could never make it work. That's when a bar-fly buddy had suggested, hey, how about instead of trying to find a girlfriend, you get yourself one of them slaves!? Jake had never even considered the idea before. His parents had never purchased slaves when they'd been alive (the idea of slavery was still too strange for a lot of the older generation) and the only slaves he'd ever seen had been working out in the fields for other farmers. They'd usually been large scary-looking men. He'd never even seen a female **** before. With encouragement from the bar-flies he'd done it, he'd set off in his beat-up old studebaker to the nearest **** auction (a couple towns away).

Sally hated the embarrassment of standing naked before the crowd of people. It was a requirement for auction, despite the plan for her to be purchased by her parents. A harsh light flashed in her eyes making it difficult to see as a commentator described the latest "product". A loud whoop rang out from the crowd, making it obvious despite her blindness that some of the high school boys were in attendance to see the great homecoming queen naked and humiliated. They'd even shaved her pussy completely, somehow making her feel even more nude. She'd been instructed not to cover herself however, so she **** herself to stand composed and uniform, taking solace in the thought that her parents would buy her and this nightmare would soon be over.

At first things had been going well for the cheerleader. The starting bid had been $40,000, which her parents had accepted no problem. Anything for their little girl. But then the bidding had gone up, higher and higher and higher. It turned out there was quite the market for "homecoming queens". Her parents continued bidding as the numbers rose from $40,000 to $80,000, $100,000, $150,000. It was getting to the stage where Sally's college fund was dissipating, rising to $200,000, $250,000. Sally's father still held strong, willing to liquidate assets in his company to save his little girl, but he was beginning to pause...this was costing an awful lot...

It was Jake Barnes who'd made the winning bid of course, shouting "$800,000" at the top of his lungs. There had been an audible gasp in the auction house, as this bidder hadn't even bid anything prior. Mr Binds was so shocked by the sudden jump in price he failed to notice the auctioneer had still continued on the bidding. Going once...going twice...sold! To the gentleman in the blue dungarees!

Sally had screamed upon hearing this. On no planet did her father wear dungarees! What the fuck had happened that her own parents hadn't bought her?!

Jake wasn't rich, but he had received a large inheritance from his parents. Realising on her ****-bed that her slow son would struggle in the real world without her, Jake's mother had sold a substantial part of the family farm to a fellow farmer for $1.2 million dollars. The land was reliable, seeing high turnover every year, so the buyer had actually made a killing. But the important thing for Mama Barnes was that she knew her son would be well-provided for in life. He could attend to his little farm, make a reasonable living in a way he understood, and maintain his little lifestyle of drinking and playing pool. When she'd told him he had this money, he hadn't known what to make of it, just leaving it in his savings account in case of a rainy day. This wasn't a rainy day per-say, but when he'd seen the blonde beauty up on stage, he knew he had to have her, no matter what!

Mr Binds consoled his wife as their daughter was led away. Yes it was a great tragedy, but $800,000? They'd have had to remortgage the house! As awful as that gargantuan farmer looked, Sally could take care of herself now, she was a young woman after all. Whereas at least now they hadn't spent any money and could focus all their attentions on their other daughter Rebecca. Sally was a criminal after all, and even if they had bought her she'd never have reached her full potential, what with slaves having limited opportunities. It was probably for the best...

Sally's mind raced a mile a minute as she sat in the car next to this hulking monster of a man. He hadn't provided her with any clothing, in fact she was still handcuffed, forcing her to hold her legs close together as he focussed on the road, her bare skin itching against the course upholstery. She flinched away from him as he wordlessly reached over to pet her leg. He gave her a big toothy smile in response. He hadn't said anything to her at all otherwise, besides, "get in" when he'd opened the door for her. All she knew was that his name was Jake Barnes, he was a farmer and he was built like a brick. That and this was easily the cheapest car she'd ever ridden in. It smelled like wet dog hair and turnips.

She wondered if she could escape. Sure, it had been drilled into her at jail that any and all attempts at escape would be futile with the **** tracker chip embedded in her wrist, but would this guy even be smart enough to report her missing? She needed to bide her time and figure out what the IQ of this guy was. If she got herself some clothes and changed her hair she could potentially slip away unnoticed. It wasn't unheard of for slaves to escape, although the only ones the news reported on were the ones that had been recaptured and subsequently punished. She needed to play her cards right and figure out her next moves.

It was early evening when they clankingly arrived to the old Barnes farm. Sally, the homecoming queen used to the best things in life, was not impressed. The homestead was old and rickety, its wood likely half-eaten by termites. The building would have been condemned years ago if not for its sole occupant. Sally grimaced with disgust, but she was too afraid to make her usual snarky commentary with this strange man. This wasn't one of her girlfriends she could tease or one of her boyfriends she could bait, this was a man twice her age with apparently zero moral scruples.

Jake opened the car door for his **** and led her into the house, still handcuffed. He wasn't rightly sure what to do with her. She was divine of course, with large perky breasts, mile-long legs and fabulous gold locks (she'd been freshly washed and prepared for the auction), but now that he actually had her, now what? Obviously he could just fuck her brains out, but Jake had been taught by his parents that you were supposed to woo women. It never really crossed his mind that as his **** he could make her do whatever he wanted. The only point of purchasing her was to make sure she actually stuck around.

At the same time, he was still a hot-blooded male. He had thought he should probably give her some clothes to preserve her modesty but goddamn he wanted to keep looking at her. She was real pretty, standing there in the decaying foyer, the sun beaming down on her glistening white skin with her expression all confused and unsure like. He decided there and then that he'd keep her naked, and the way her hands were tied up behind her....She turned to look at him, piercing into his soul with her deep blue eyes. He was falling in love already,

"Sir?"

Jake looked at Sally, startled out of his idle train of thought. She'd been so quiet on the car journey over, he'd started to wonder if she was mute,

"Can you free my hands, please?" Sally furtively gestured her still cuffed wrists,

Jake was taken aback, completely lost for words. It was part of his problem with women that he just had no idea how to respond to them,

"Um, sure," he mumbled, pulling out the little key the auction house had provided and unlocked Sally's restraints. Sally breathed a sigh of relief when the chains finally came apart, freeing her arms for the first time in hours. She stretched, leaning back and holding her arms out wide into the air, basking in the moment. Jake enjoyed the moment too, appreciating just how supple his little purchase was. Sally desperately wanted to cover herself, but knew she had to play it cool. She knew what men were like, after all,

"So...now what?" she asked quietly. Seriously, was he gonna fuck her, make her do chores? Why had he bought her?

Again Jake suddenly realised he hadn't really thought this through. The only thing talking right now was his eight-inch pole standing fully at attention,

"Um, I guess I'll show you around," he muttered. Damn it Jake you gotta be more, oh what was the word, confident? Something like that.

Jake showed Sally around the dead carcass passing as a home. Sally thought with dismay that if he had bought her to clean the place, she certainly had her work cut out for her. The kitchen was a bomb blast, with half-clean dishes and pots and pans piled up in the sink. The living room stank of beer and whiskey and when they went up the stairs, she was terrified the creaking old stairs would break through from rot. This was her life now?

They reached the bedroom, which had been Jake's parents but he'd since taken it over, making use of the old double bed. Sally glanced over at Jake as he showed her the room, noticing the painful-looking bulge in his pants as he gestured at the it. Again he didn't say much, and Sally realised that he actually seemed embarrassed. Maybe she wouldn't stay naked all the time after all?

"Um, sir?" again she played up her innocence. The more meek she seemed the more he'd take pity on her. He looked at her with that dull but anxious expression, "could I have some clothes please? There's a bit of a draught in here." There wasn't a draught, the air was stale as old bread, but whatever made him think it was her health she was worried about and not her modesty would more than likely get her some covering,

"Eh I dunno..." Jake stammered, thinking about his decision that she'd always be naked. She was damn pretty and he liked seeing her body; it made him hard. But if she was saying she felt cold then maybe she should get some clothes...?

"Um, well, there's some of my Mama's old clothes in the closet there..." Oh he was no good at this, he pined!

"Thank you!" Sally said dully, trying not to act too excited. If she could get this guy twisted around her little finger, maybe he could be her **** rather than the other way around.

Sally had always known how to get what she wanted. It came with the territory of being born wealthy and growing up beautiful. This was a stumbling block along the way of course, but she could make it work, if she just got complete control of this guy...

She sniffed at the clothes in the wardrobe. All granny dresses and underwear several sizes too big, but it would have to do for now.

When she put them on, she noticed Jake's disappointed expression. Okay, she'd have to do something to keep him on side, she realised. Once she had a big frumpy floral dress on, she sauntered back towards Jake, shaking her hips as she walked. She may have been dressed like a 95 year old grandma, but even in that outfit she could make it work,

"Thank you so much for the clothes...Maaasster..." she purred as she reached up and gently stroked his cheek. She felt his whole body flutter. Oh yeah she thought, I can make this guy melt like butter,

"Master?" was all he could think to say,

"Well sure," she teased coquettishly, "you bought me, remember?" Her fingers brushed delicately against his sun-hardened face as her other hand reached towards the clips of his dungarees. He just stood there paralysed, shocked by this sudden turn of events. A woman was actually showing interest in him! This was incredible! She unclasped the first dungaree button, then the other, causing them to fall to the floor around his boots. She continued to stroke his face as her hand reached down to his knotty old boxers, causing him to gasp as her fingers felt at his shaft. Sally's eyes widened as she realised what it was she was dealing with. Holy shit this guy's gotta be seven or eight inches long!

The fingers slowly and carefully lifted the heavy load out into the open air, with Sally's eyes taking in the magnanimity of Jake's long pole as it was unveiled. Jesus H. Christ if he puts that in me he might break something, she thought. To stave that off from happening, she began to tug at the pole to and fro, getting into a steady motion as Jake craned his neck with pleasure. His breathing quickened and the hairs on the back of his head stood on end as this beautiful girl stroked his cock, first slowly, then more vigourously. He was already hard and stimulated from seeing her naked; it didn't take much more to tip him over the edge.

Jake's orgasm was explosive, spurting across the room and straight onto the stained wallpaper. The added semen didn't help. Jake breathed in and out, his mind intoxicated by the naturalness of the girl's actions. She just did that, like it was nothing! Imagine what else she would do...?

For her part, Sally was amazed by Jake's load, but it wasn't anything she hadn't done with boyfriends before. She hadn't been a high school slut or anything, she'd always expressed boundaries, but handjobs and blowjobs? She'd done a few. It was known territory.

Jake felt a little sheepish about the experience as he pulled his boxers and dungarees back up. He just told Sally he needed to go out for a bit and get some fresh air, but in actuality his still fairly slow mind was trying to process what the hell was going on. So owning a ****...meant having someone fuck you...all the time? He really hadn't thought much about it before. There was only one place that could help, he thought as he got into his studebaker. His old bar haunt, Harvey's, down by the interstate.

When he arrived he was like a conquering hero. The fellow bar flies had already heard about his recent conquest of buying the homecoming queen (word travelled fast in small farming towns) and he basked in the glory,

"What's she like, Jake?"

"Oh she real pretty, blonde hair, blue eyes..."

"Great rack?"

"Oh yeah sure'm, I guess it's pretty nice!"

"Have you fucked her yet? You look like a man who's just seen Heaven?!"

"Well I guess I could say something's have happened already," Jake said with his face turning bright red,

"Lookit this guy! He done fucked her brains out already with his ten-inch yard pole!"

"So where is the little lady, Jake?"

"Oh I just left her in the house..."

The atmosphere changed after that. Jake realised he must have said something wrong,

"What da ya mean you just left her?" one fly questioned,

"What, like, you didn't lock her in none?" asked another,

"No. Why would I do that?" Jake wondered,

"Oh Jakey, Jakey," one tutted, "Don't you realise she might try to high tail it out of here?"

"No, she likes me!" Jake cried innocently, "she's gonna stay!"

"Oh come on now Jake. Was it her that put on the moves first?"

"Well yeah..."

"She's usin' you boy. You just got played!"

"Nah tha's...tha's nonsense..."

"You need to chain her up Jake! Get her a collar or somethin'!"

"I don't need no stinkin' collar!"

"Just you see Jake, she ain't gonna be there when you get back!"

"Bullshit!"

Having enough of this banter, Jake stormed out of the bar and got back into his studebaker. They were just pulling his leg, he was sure, but the slow cogs of his mind were whirring around and telling him that maybe he shouldn't have left her alone. But she lived with him now, where would she go? Who knows where girls go Jake, but they sure as hell don't stay with you, even ones you purchase!

When Jake got back home, he almost tore the front door apart getting in, but by then it was already too late. Sally had gone.

The moment Jake had gone out, Sally knew she had to grab this window of opportunity while she could. She had "clothes" and the small supplies of food she found in Jake's kitchen. It would have to do. Money would be something she'd have to worry about later. Putting together a little makeshift backpack, she'd taken a deep breath and run out into the cornfields, disappearing into the evening air.

She knew she was chipped, and that could be used to track her, but she counted on the fact that Jake wouldn't figure that out for some time. He didn't seem very clued up on the whole slavery thing. Besides, in this huge countryside even being chipped wouldn't be a huge help for finding someone. As long as she lay low in the fields, especially at night, she'd have a shot. After that, it would be a case of removing the chip. Again near impossible without expertise, but not unheard of. She was smart, she'd figure it out.

It was early morning when they caught her, hiding out in the hay of an old abandoned barn. She had been smart, and in any other universe she would have gotten away, but escaped slaves were top priority in World Order society. Jake hadn't reported her missing of course. He'd returned to the bar and sulked about how she'd disappeared, so it had been one of the bar flies who'd made the report. After that, police cars, helicopters, everything was put into motion to find the missing ****-girl. The entire system hinged on the idea that no **** ever escaped their serfdom, and they made sure to make quick work too.

Sally's dress and shoes were torn off of her, and she was returned naked and handcuffed (again) to Jake. The state had suggested that she be returned to the courthouse for further punishment, but uncharacteristically for Jake, he'd been decisive. No, bring her back to the farmstead. He would deal with her.

Sally and Jake learned a lot about each other that day. Jake had learned not to trust Sally, and Sally learned just how unforgiving he could be. After having received a pep-talk on **** management from the bar flies, Jake had a good idea of how to handle his new property. First off, she would remain naked, whether that was inside the homestead or out working the fields with him, she would never wear clothes again. Second, whenever he wasn't with her, because he was out shooting pool with his buddies or going to the store, she would be chained to the bed to stop any further shenanigans. Third, when he was in the house, she would cook and clean and do everything for him. If she did a good job, he might choose to forget her little slip-up, but until then, she would be his good little home-bound pet.

And that's how it went for the next six months. Sally would pad around the house completely nude, trying to fix the place up as best she could and cook Jake's meals for him. Every now and then he'd take her out onto the fields to help with some menial farming task, but mostly she just stayed inside. At night he would fuck her brains out, usually chaining her up first, and later gagging her to stop her making so much noise, but sometimes he'd cut loose and let Sally enjoy the night too. He'd learned from the bar flies that if he kept her wanting more, the more compliant she'd become, and the strategy appeared to be working. Sally did her best to please him in the hopes of getting an amazing orgasm at night.

This was her new life now, and while she doubted she'd ever get used to the idea of being a ****, she might as well get the best out of it.