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Loud, running footsteps could be heard coming down the long hallway. You could hear the rattle of papers in the hands of the person running. "Detective Garrett! Detective Garrett!"
"What, what! Calm down. Slow down. Whats wrong?"
The dna from the blood and the hair turned up a match sir. His name is Derick Lee Summers. The bad news is, the person is showing up the system as being deceased."
"You mean after 4 weeks of the dna being in the hands of the FBI, they find the dna belongs to a dead guy!? How on earth does this happen?"
"See, thats the funny and confusing part. This guy has supposidly been dead for over 10 years now. According to records he died in a boating accident. Also, the accident was in Texas. It occured in San Antonio."
"I want you to pull any kidnapping and murders from 15 years ago to now. I want to see what, if any kind of pattern may be present in any of the murder or kidnappings from around here. It looks like this guy doesnt like leaving his safety zone. Find out where this guy was living before he "died". Do it quickly!
"Yes sir, right away."

Six weeks. I have been here six weeks. I have looked everywhere and I have not seen a phone or computer anywhere. This guy is a fucking hermit. Getting off on hurting me and ordering me around. Now I have scars from the various tortures he has done to me. The burn finally healed after 3 weeks of doctoring. As I thought it may, it left some pretty narly scars on my back and shoulders. My nose will never look the same. But at least I am still here. I think what he wants to do is break my spirit. If he feels that he has accomplished that, he may let me go. The only problem with that, if I let him break me, I lose and I die. I dont want to die. I dont want to stay here anymore either.
"M!"
"Yes Master."
"I have not had to punish you in two days. You have been good, too good."
"What do you mean Master?"
"Get on all fours now!"
She gets on all fours as he walks around to his 'punishment closet'. He pulls out a whip and a wooden paddle.
"Choose which beating you would like as punishment for being too good."
She looked at both of the objects. She knew they would hurt equally bad. She also knew that the whip had a tendency of cutting her and the paddle did not. The paddle left far worse bruises. So it really came down to what she wanted to doctor. Cuts or bruises.
"The paddle."
"Good, I will use both then."
First he used the paddle. Ten blows. Each blow harder than the last. The last blow nearly sent her across the room. "This will teach you to deprive me of punishing you. You no good worthless piece of shit!" Next came the whip. 20 blows with the whip. Each strike was again harder than the last. After the 10th blow, the whip started to cut into her skin. When it started to cut her, he aimed for the same spot every time. "Now, have we learned a lesson today?"
"Yes Master. I will never deprive you of punishing me again. I am so sorry."
"Very good."
With that he shoved his hardened dick straight into her ass. No lube, no warning. She cried out in pain. Something she knew she shouldnt have done. "Ah, that hurt did it? Let me just do it harder then." He went harder and faster than he had ever gone before. By the time he was done, she had bled everywhere.
"Now, get your clothes on and clean up this mess you made. If its not clean within the hour it will be your ass again!"
Bloody and crying she slowly started to clean the mess that had been made from her latest rape. It was then and right then that she realized she couldnt go on.
Tonight when he asks me that horrid question I will chose to die. I cant do this anymore. He has broken me. He has won.
An hour passed and the mess had been cleaned. She had gotten good at cleaning out stains from any place. He came back into the room to do an inspection. Of course, found nothing to punish her over. "Good, now get you some clothes on and get outside and tend to those crops."
"Yes Master."

"Detective Garrett, here are those files you asked for. In the past 15 years there have been 15 recorded kidnappings and murders. Only 2 out of the 15 are still alive. They are both women and they both bare a striking resemblence to Michelle Johnson."
"It says here that each of these bodies were found 3 months or more after they were initially reported missing. The two girls that survived were gone for over 5 months. Where are they now, why did we not ever get a description of the person that took them?"
"They are both institutionalized. They have not spoken a word in over ten years."
"Great, another dead end. According to these files there has been any kidnappings or murders that fit this description in 10 years. Why the big gap? Where did he go and why?"
"I have been doing some checking on him and it looks like he was the main suspect back then when bodies starting turning up. It seems as though he staged an accident in order to avoid execution."
"I guess he waited so long because he wanted to make sure that everyone believed him to be dead. Because an accidental death at sea rarely produces a corpse. According to his records, his body was never found. Do we know where his last known location was?"
"No physical address, but it was somewhere near Abilene."
"We need more information than that. Does he have any living relatives?"
"Yes sir. His mother is still living. She lives in a home in Abilene."
"Good, then thats where we are going. Get us a couple of plane tickets and lets get out there. We have got to find this girl and we need to put this asshole behind bars."

"Are you done?"
"Yes Master. I am finished tending to the crops."
"Well get your ass in the kitchen. Cook dinner and then you can start your evening chores. Tonight that will include a blow job for me. That piss poor session with your ass this morning didnt do me any good."
"Yes Master."

"Hi, my name is Detective Garrett and this is Detective Foster. Is Mrs. Summers available to speak to us?"
"Yes, I think she would be okay with that. You will have to speak a little loud, she is a little hard of hearing."
"Perfect."
The smell of a retirement home is like no other. As the two dectectives walk down the hall they are over come by the smell of urine and decay. They did not want to be here any longer than they had to be.
"Mrs. Summers, there are two gentleman here to see you. They want to ask you a couple of questions."
The nurse spoke so loud that she was probably heard on the other side of the building.
"Oh, okay that will be fine. Thank you."
"Mrs. Summers, may we ask you a few questions about your son Derick?"
"Yes, I dont mind questions about my son."
"Do you know where your son lived before he died?"
"Why yes, of course. He lived with me."
"Did you ever notice anything peculiar about his behavior?"
"No, not really, but then Derick was always a strange little boy. So to me, his behavior was normal."
"Mrs. Summers, could you tell me where you and your son used to live?"
"Sure, but I dont know that it will do you much good. The police already went out there ten years ago when he first disappeared."
"Yes ma'am, but we would really like to take a look around the place if we may."
"Yes, I never sold the property. It didnt feel right to have someone else live there. Its an old farm house on the outskirts of Abilene. The front desk can give you the exact address. I am feeling a bit tired now."
"Yes ma'am. Thank you so much for all of your help."
"Your welcome."
The nurse at the front counter gave them the address and also a pretty good way to get to the place. They called the local police in Abilene and asked them to have a couple of squad cars accompany them, just in case.
Within an hour of speaking to Mrs. Summers they were on there way to the old farm house. It would take them 2 hours to get there. It was way out in the country. They just hoped and prayed that they were on the right track.

"Dinner was good M. Now for my dessert."
She kneeled before him and unbuckled his pants. When she pulled them down she saw his dick. It was already hard and waiting on her. She had pretty much become on expert on what he liked. She started with the head. Gently flicking it with her tongue. Seh then incased the entire head of his dick in her mouth and gently sucked. "Oh yes my slave, just like that." She continued by starting at the base of the shaft and licked all the way up to the head. She then reached up with one of her hands and gently cupped his balls. She put her mouth over the head of his dick and incased the entire penis in her mouth while gently squeezing his balls. She could tell that he was close. "Oh yes slave. Oh my God. Im fixing to cum!" Right then a warm sensation entered her mouth. She knew she would have to wait for him to expel everything. If she even missed a drop it would mean a beating.
"That is what your Master needed. Now go start your evening chores. I want this entire house spotless within 2 hours."
"Yes Master."

"Damnit, how much longer before we get there?"
"About another hour Nathan. We are going as fast as we can. You dont want us to fall into one of these ditches do you?"
"No, but I am just anxious. I dont know what we are going to find."
"Neither do I. We are going to get there when we get there. No sooner. There is nothing we can do about that."
"Okay, you are right. I will try and remain calm."

To be continued...