Transporting This Black Owned White Girl

I stumbled out into the sunshine and struggled to find my bearings.  William led me firmly by the leash to a pickup parked near the house.  Without letting go of my tether he lifted a dog cage out of the bed of the truck and tossed it onto the ground next to me. 

“You should relieve yourself before I secure you for the trip,” he said.  He led me to the side of the truck so the vehicle no longer blocked my view of the street.  I knew what he wanted – he wanted me to squat in full view of the neighbors.  I pleaded with him to let me go behind the truck but he ignored me.  “It’s a long trip and you won’t have another chance to go. If you foul or soil the crate I will beat you and you will not enjoy it.”

I whimpered as I squatted in the driveway.  The sound of my bodily fluids pouring onto the gravel driveway was so humiliating I wanted to die.  I tried to turn my head away from the street but William grabbed a handful of my hair and yanked my head around.  I saw a couple staring at me as they walked past the entrance to the estate. 

When I was finished peeing, William dragged me toward the crate and opened the small door.  I had severe doubts that I could manage to squeeze into the crate itself but the opening looked completely inadequate.  I looked at William in a panic.  He picked up the crate and lifted it over my head.

“Lift your arms,” he said.  I put my hands over my head as if I was being apprehended and William fit the crate over me like I was being fitted for a tight gown.  I curled my hands and ducked my head as he lowered the crate over my body.  As the entrance descended to my waist I started curling up inside of it and William tipped it over onto the gravel.  I had to work to get me knees past the entrance but I finally managed it and William jammed my feet firmly inside as I squeezed into the inadequate space.  I felt the door close on my toes and heard the lock snap shut.  I could barely breathe. 

William lifted me into the bed of the truck and slammed the rear gate shut.  I was face down with my knees pinned up under me and the wire grates that lined exterior of the cage dug into my skin.  I began to panic as I realized that I would have to endure this unbearably cramped space for the duration of the trip to wherever I was going.  The smell of the steel and dirt of the bed of the pickup filled my nostrils and I choked on the dust.  The sun blazed down on my back and the heat from the truck radiated on all sides. I broke into a sweat immediately, as much from fear and panic as from the heat.

I didn’t hear William climb into the cab of the pickup but I felt the vehicle lurch forward when he hit the gas.  My cage slid back into the tailgate and tipped over so now I was no longer faced down but on my side.  Although this was a much less painful position for the journey, the hot metal of the truck bed scorched my torso as my weight pressed my flesh through the wire sides of the dog crate.  I squirmed to relieve the pressure and the pain of my predicament but the crate jostled from one side of the truck bed to the other as William turned from the driveway onto the street and accelerated.  I couldn’t tell if the hot metal of the truck bed was just burning my skin or scraping it away as the crate slid back and forth.

It was going to be a long trip.

A New Adventure

At the end of that long day, William released me from the wooden horse.  The pain it had caused as it pressed into my clit over the course of several hours and countless fuckings was devastating.  For a short time after William released me from the restraints that bound me to the horse, the pain was even more intense as blood flowed into sensitive areas for the first time in hours.  William carried me to the dog bed and wiped my forehead with a damp cloth.  I cried uncontrollably as he held me in his arms and whispered to me that the ordeal was over. 

Once I stopped crying William told me that he was going to lend me to an acquaintance for a time.  He didn’t say how long and I couldn’t ask.  I was too shocked by the news that William would not be in my life for a time; for any time at all was too much.  The anxiety that rose in my chest made it difficult to breath.  I looked at William with panic in my eyes and tears running down my face. 

“Don’t worry; I will have you back before I sell you.  This is a temporary arrangement,” he said.

“You won’t keep me?” I asked through my tears. 

“No, I won’t own you forever.  Just like with all the women I’ve owned before you, and like all the women I will own in years to come, I will not own you for long.”

The words crushed me.  I don’t know why I was so surprised but I was.  I couldn’t expect William to want to keep me, but I did.  I saw him auction off Vera as if she was livestock but in my mind I was different because I saw her come and go.  Somehow I’d convinced myself that I was special.  Now I had to console myself with the notion that although I was not special enough to keep, at least he would bring me back at some point.  For how long, and how long I would be away was a mystery. 

“One more thing,” William said as he shifted me out of his strong arms onto the dog bed.  “I expect you to continue to live as a dog when I ship you out.  I won’t have your hands restrained as I did when you first stayed down here, but I want you to act as if they are useless to you when you eat or drink.  I’ve asked my friend to keep close watch and report any slips.  You will be punished by him when they occur and by me when you return, so don’t disappoint me."

William pulled a dog collar out of his pocket and quickly put it around my neck.  He also produced a leather leash and attached it to my collar.  He motioned for me to stand but my legs were weak from days and nights of being hogtied.  He took no pity on my as he dragged me toward the stairs and I stumbled along behind him.  Almost before I could comprehend what was happening, we were up the stairs and into the blinding sunlight.