Behind him, mother and my brother both stood withlooks of hate on their faces. The protest must have finished early.Terror filled me as I wondered wha... was I going to say.Gwen acted first. "Mort go up to your room! I will talk to father," shesaid firmly.The momentary shock of Gwen calling me Mort, seemed to freeze father,and I quickly ran to my room. I could hear raised voices, but not makeout the words. Brief surges of the odd feelings punctuated the sounds,with the hot burning feeling and a. "I turned it on just a little so it wouldn't spill too much. Should I just pour some into your mouth?" she asked.I nodded and open my mouth wide. It splashed down, and I coughed as I tried to swallow, spitting up a lot over my face, neck, and shirt. The water felt wonderful, however. I was surprised at how thirsty I was, and I drank quite a lot, once I got the hang of it, before I asked her to stop. She dropped the hose and ran back to the spigot to turn it off. My shirt was soaking wet and I. I was being driven off down the driveway. I really was frightened now. I was no longer my Mistress's maid or her personal slave. I was being taken out onto the road, which went into the nearby town, naked and locked tight in my cage for all to see as we drove past. The air passing through the bars of my cage made me shiver with the cold as we sped towards the town.The cage began to move from side to side of the truck as it went around the ends. The driver braked and the cage slid towards the. Does master?"Staring at her naked body for a while, he confirmed that yes, he did, and picked her up over his shoulder. He could smell her wet slit and inhaled deeply, picking up the box and walking to her bedroom, where he lay her out on her bed. She began to finger herself slowly as she watched him rummage in the box, slipping her middle finger in and out of her wet hole. She loved the thought of him cumming, even his rough treatment couldn't stop her getting horny over that. He stood up and.