My boyfriend trained bird dogs. He has a kennel in the Texas Panhandle, and twice a month I drove up from Odessa to be with him. Its difficult to make a long distance relationship work, but we were both committed to seeing this one through. At least I thought we were.

I went with him from time to time out into the grass plains along the Canadian River to watch his dogs work. I loved the pine canyons and seeing the sunsets that seemed to last forever. And I loved the isolation. There were no other people out there, no distractions, just Brent and me, alone with the wildness of the place. The dogs ran far and wide. He used shock collars on the dogs to keep them in control while they were in the field. He would use the remote controlled device to give them electrical shocks when they didn't observe their training. I thought the things were cruel, but he assured me that he was using the "blue" electrodes, and not the more severe orange or red ones.

The last time I was with him, he turned out his dogs about the middle of a fall afternoon and we followed them out onto the prairie. We walked behind the dogs as they hunted. When they found a covey of quail, he worked them hard, causing them to "honor" and "hold" and then to release, flushing up the birds in a loud flutter of wings. We walked farther than usual this time, and the feeling of being completely alone with him came over me again.

But he changed. While the dogs zigzagged across a little meadow, he stopped, and stared at me with a look I had never seen. He grabbed my shoulders, and jerked me up into his face.

"You little bitch!" he screamed. I was bewildered, and before I could react, he screamed again.

"You fucked around on me in Odessa, you little bitch. I know everything."     Well, I hadn't been unfaithful to him, and I tried to get into a calm, but assertive place.

"You're hurting me." I said, right back in his face, but I didn't raise my voice. "And I haven't been with anyone but you."

"You ain't seen hurt yet, princess."

He pushed me down into the tall grass. He reached into the pocket of his field vest and pulled out a leather thong about six feet long. He held my feet up against his chest and when I tried to get up, he just stepped backward. As I twisted and turned, he yanked off my boots, and used the thick leather to tie my ankles together really tight. He threw my socked feet to the ground and then grabbed my shoulders. He pushed my face down into the grasses. I was frightened, and the fear kept me from speaking. He was my lover, and he'd suddenly turned into something foreign and fearful.    

Brent is a big and powerful man. He had no trouble jerking my hands behind my back, and I guess he took out another leather thong, because he quickly tied my hands fast and tight.

He let go of me and began to call his dogs. I turned over onto my back. I tried to make sense of something that made no sense. It was happening so fast that I had to gather myself in order to speak.

"This isn't funny, Brent, and you're hurting me," I said to him. "Untie me now. Lets talk about this. I swear there is no guy in Odessa, just you baby."    

He paid no attention. When the dogs came to him, I saw him take the shock collar off of Lucky. And then he made the signal for the dogs to go to the kennel.

He put the shock collar in his pocket. He reached down and picked me up and slung me across his shoulder like i was something inanimate. I pleaded with him, but he made no sign that i was anything to him other than a load. He carried me across the meadow and to the timber. He walked several yards into the cover and put me down roughly. He began to look up into the trees. I rolled over onto my back and pleaded some more.    

"Please, Brent. You're going too far here. We need to talk about this." I had no idea how far away he really was.    

He jerked me to my feet, and stood me under the extended limb of a white oak. He untied my hands. I lept at him and grabbed his vest. But he just took my hands and raised them above my head. He held them there in the strong grip of his big hand. I told him he was hurting me, but he never reacted. He his face was fixed like a stone. He retied my hands somehow and then he reached up high, pulling down the limb above my head. He tied my hands to the limb, and when he released it, it drew me up. I had my hands high above my head, and the tension of the bent limb made me stand on my toes to keep my hands from hurting. I knew something awful was happening, but when I looked at him, I mean he was still Brent and he was still someone I loved and trusted. I was confused and frightened. But a sense of rage was rising in me.    

"Brent, goddamnit, you're going way too fucking far here. You've proved your point. Now let me down or we're finished."    

He didn't listen. He just sat down and looked at me as I struggled with the springy limb.    

He took his knife out, and for an instant I thought he'd lost his mind and was going to kill me. But he walked past me and into the trees, looking down at the ground. The limb held me tight and I couldn't turn around. But when he came back, I could see that he'd made two foot-long wooden stakes. They had been sharpened at the ends. He drove them in the ground on either side of me.    

He untied my ankles. I thought of kicking him, but he still held the knife and now I feared him. He wasn't talking to me at all, and he wasn't listening when I begged him to stop. He pulled my leg out to the side and tied my ankle to one of the stakes. The fear rose up into my throat. And then he tied the other one so that my legs were splayed out. The bindings and the stakes had absolutely no give in them. My hands began to ache as I could no longer stand on the tips of my toes. I was drawn up tight by the big branch.    

He stood in front of me. Again, I pleaded with him, and again he was a stone. He bent down and grabbed the cuff of my jeans. He took up his knife, and I gasped. But he just cut the fabric of my jeans upward along the outside seam until he reached my waist. Then he did the same on the other side and my jeans fell to the ground. He kicked them into the grass. He raised my top so he could cut the side of it. He cut the sleeve, did the same to the other side. He put the blade between my breasts and cut off my bra. He grabbed the waistband of my panties and I swear the man just ripped them off like they were tissue. The waistband tore easily, but the crotch hurt me as he jerked.    

And then I began to cry. I was naked in front of a man I didn't know anymore. I begged him to let me down. He sat in the grass in front of me and watched me struggle. I hoped that he was just trying something new, maybe some S and M thing. I thought maybe he was in control of this. When I thought of it like that, it gave me a little hope. And I thought maybe he was still Brent and maybe this would make sense.    

"Brent, if this is some new way, then I think we should discuss it first. I mean, you're scaring me, and baby this is real sudden."    

But when I saw him get the shock collar out, and then the red electrodes, I started to scream. He put the red electrodes into the collar, and then stood up and came to me. He fixed a narrow nylon strap around my waist, and I could see it had extra chrome loops. Then he put the collar between my legs. My God, he put it between my legs. The electodes were up against my skin. He fastened the ends of the collar to the strap, and pulled it up tight. I could feel the metal electrodes against the sensitive parts of me. One was up against my rectum, and when i twisted it went inside me and i couldn't get it out. Another was along my labia and he had placed one directly against my clitoris. I had seen the dogs yelp when Brent hit them with the blue electrodes. I couldn't imagine what the red ones would do. Especially down there where I had become somehow wet.    

I screamed at him. "This is not sex, you asshole! This is rape and I'm going to prosecute you for it. Let me down, Brent. Let me down now and I won't do anything. Please, baby, let me down."    

But Brent just stood there. Then he turned and walked. When he was a way's off, he pulled the silver remote controller out of his vest. I saw him smile, and then a brilliant blue light exploded in my head. I screamed and then a deep groaning sound came out of me. I surged so hard I bent the limb down. It hurt so bad. And then the shock was over, but the pain was just beginning. I had pulled one of the stakes out of the ground. I found myself involuntarily doing a little jerky dance. I swear my pussy felt like it was on fire, and I rubbed my thighs together to try and put it out. Then he hit the remote again. I jerked like a fish on a line, pulling up the other stake.   

When I could think again, I saw Brent sitting in the grass, the silver remote in his hands. I had pulled up both stakes anchoring my ankles. With no leverage to hold myself down, the springy limb raised me up again onto my toes.The pain from the shock collar was subsiding some, but I was still panting from the strain. The electrode that was pressed into my rectum was irritating the skin there, especially when I moved, but the one pressed against my clitoris was doing me the greatest harm. When I caught my breath, I tried to think of what to say to Brent. He was still far off, and I had to yell when I called to him.    

"Brent! Brent! Please let me down from here. Please, baby. Don't do this to me. I haven't done anything to....My God! Nuuuuuuuu...." He had hit the remote again.

This time the light didn't burst so brilliantly in my head. But as I jerked and heaved against my restraints, I could feel the electrodes come to fiery life inside me. He held the button down for what seemed like a minute, but it was only a few seconds. Time stopped, and I felt everything in hideous detail. The electrode in my rectum felt like it had grown to the size of a fist, and as it energized I felt like lightening was going up me. The one against my clitoris came to life. The buzzing pain was excruitating. I lept into the air when I felt it hit me. It felt like a living buzz crawling across my pussy, a loud and living buzzsaw tearing into the most sensitive, innocent skin on my body. My body was spasming faster than I could ever have voluntarily moved, and in my jerky, crazy dance I pulled the limb holding my hands down so hard it knocked against my head. I tried to scream, but nothing came out but a hoarse groan. It felt like my lungs would explode, but I swear nothing but the low groan came out. When the buzzing lightened, I noticed that my tears had mixed with the spit that was drooling from my mouth. It dripped off my chin and fell on my breasts.    

When the limb stopped bouncing, I was back streched out, resting on my toes. I was sobbing. I could not talk, but my mind was working. The fear crept deeper into my heart. I realized that Brent was completely beyond my control, maybe beyond his control. He could keep this up all day. The electrodes didn't care. They would not wear down, like I was wearing down. I could not compete with them. And we were so far away from any people that no one would ever hear me. No one would help me.    

I twisted around to look at Brent. I wanted to see it coming this time. But he wasn't there. The panic rose some up into my throat. Maybe he had left me there alone. To die maybe. But maybe he had gone back to the kennel, and he was done giving it to me. Maybe he was satisfied now. I looked harder for him, and I turned to each side as much as the leather would let me. But nothing broke the horizon. As the silence grew, and as I settled down from the last shock, I began to consider my plight. He might be gone, and the pain might be over, but I was still stripped naked and tied to a tree limb. I felt the air growing cooler as the sun started down, and the wind picked up. It was cool on my nipples and they grew tight and hard. I was in a ridiculous and at the same time life-threatening position. Someone might find me, maybe soon. I was listening to the wind move the leaves when I felt the buzz start.    

He must have been far away, because the electrodes took an second before they began to bite into me. This time there was no burst of light in my head. He must have been at the outer range of the controller. The electrodes started to sting and then the intensity caught up and I was moaning my hoarse sound again, but I was able to scream this time. I don't know why, but my screaming sounded far away. It sounded like someone else was singing in a ridiculously high pitch.This time was more cruel than before, because there was no big sudden jolt to distract me, and I could feel each of the electrodes discretely. It felt like my clitoris was being jerked out of me. The electrode in my rectum burned and buzzed hotter, and I tried to shake my ass to get away from it. I began to do the crazy dance again, hopping and shaking my ass and writhing on my tether. This time it lasted longer than before, and I wanted to give up. But the electricity crawling up my pussy and my ass was keeping me in my spasming motion. My bladder let go. I could feel the pee going down my legs. It shot everywhere like it was being forced out of me. The wetness must have increased the conductivity on my skin, because the pain grew even more intense. And still he wouldn't stop. It went over the top, and I couldn't handle it anymore. It broke me, and I just sang and jerked mindlessly.                

Then mercy. It stopped. I quit turning around to find him. I was exhausted. But I knew the electode in my rectum wasn't tired at all, and neither was the one on my clitoris. I also knew that he could set me on fire again in any instant. And it kept me broken. So I just hung there. After a time, I don't know how long, I heard someone moving behind me. I could hear them coming through the woods.    

They were getting closer, and then someone slapped me hard on my ass.    

"Hey, babe," Brent said, like he was showing up for a date. "How have you been?"    

I wanted to curse at him, but he held the controller menacingly in his hand. I could see that he had a dog with him that I'd never seen before. He was on a short leash. Brent raised the controller up to my mouth. I thought he was going to hit me with it.    

"Kiss it, bitch," he said.     I just looked at his chest, I feared looking in to his eyes. I didn't move.    

"Kiss it, bitch," he said again. "Lick it. Lick it now, or I'll stand on this fucking button. I've been watching you through the binoculars, and I like your song and dance act."    

I put out my tongue and licked the metal. It tasted like brass. He put the cylindrical base up against my mouth. It clicked on my teeth.    

"Suck it, bitch. Suck it like it was that guy's cock."    

I heard myself scream in my hoarse voice, "THERE IS NO FUCKING GUY BRENT."    

"You better suck this, bitch, or I'll set your pussy on fire."    

He pushed the controller and I put my lips around it. He pushed it farther into my mouth. Panic gripped me as I considered whether he'd just choke me to death now.    

"Give it some head, bitch. Give it a blow job."    

He took my nipple between his thumb and finger. It was still tight from the chill and when he twisted it raised my feet off the ground. I made a little scream and then a whine as the pain rose. He held on, twisting my nipple violently back and forth. I started to suck the metal, moving my lips around it and drawing it in as if it were a huge penis.    

"Aw, that's good baby. You've got it hard now. I bet you'd like that big metal cock up your ass, wouldn't you?"       

My eyes grew wide with the fear of that image. The controller was huge. But I kept sucking.

"I see you had a little accident. Hard to believe a rich girl like you would piss herself."    

He finally pulled the controller away from me. He stood back and looked at me as if I were a piece of meat. There was no humanity in his eyes.    

"I suppose that's kind of humiliating, pissing down your leg like that. I bet you feel like you've lost your dignity, don't you babe?"    

I didn't say anything. He was smiling. He petted the black dog and scratched behind its ears. It looked like a big Lab to me, which was odd, because he only trained dogs for hunting quail.    

"Well, you haven't seen anything yet. Old Bob here is going to kind of reset your dignity down a couple more notches."    

My God, what was he thinking?    

Brent put down the controller. He stepped up to me and checked the leather holding my hands. I felt him tighten the knot. Then he put his hands on my waist. He unhooked the nylon belt, and let the shock collar fall to the ground. He kicked it away.    

"Now, if you try and kick me, I'll hook you back up and take the remote and sit a rock on the button and just go and eat supper. You can sing and dance until the batteries wear down."    

He found the stakes I had kicked off. Again he tied my legs wide apart, fixing the knots around my ankles tighter than before and driving the stakes down so deep the ends were flush with the ground. The limb holding my hands was under more pressure now, and I was stretched out tight. He backed off, holding the dog on its leash, and looked at his work. I was crying hard, but I saw the shock collar on the ground, and it eased my mind some.    

"I apologize for my rudeness, baby. I should have introduced you to your date for tonight. He's not that slick dude from Odessa, but he's a real giving lover. Meet Bob." He pointed to the big black lab.    

The dog was sitting there, beside Brent. He was panting now, and his long flat tongue was curling as he breathed. He looked agitated, and I feared that Brent was going to sick the dog on me and have him tear me apart with the long white teeth. I felt so alone and helpless and I wondered where God was. I started to whimper louder than the dog.    

"You kids need to get to know each other," he said, and then he reached down and unfastened the leash. "Go, Bob."    

The dog ran straight to my crotch, putting his nose up into me. I strugged and tried to move my hips to avoid him, but I was stretched too tight on the limb and the dog was quicker. He began to lap at me with his obscene red tongue.