Rather than head for the States in our escape I headed west, across the country. I did this for two main reasons. The first being that it would be natural for pursuers to reach the conclusion that their captive, on somehow escaping, was sure to try to return to her own country and, while they may search within their own country as well, they were highly likely to concentrate their resources between the town and the border, especially in the first couple of days. But more importantly, I had access to a hunting lodge in the mountains near the sea on the western coast. The cabin was secluded, and in this off season period it was highly unlikely that we would be discovered there. In fact, I had been using the cabin as base for my search for a couple of months now. It would also give us ample time to formulate plans for the future.

Once we had cleared the town limits I sped up, putting miles between us and the town. I counted on us having at least a four hour start on any pursuit, and it was imperative to put as much distance between us and the town by then as was possible. While I drove sow slid across the bench seat of the car and snuggled up to me. She babbled on and on in a delirious chatter that indicated that she was still in a state of shock and disorientation. When I was able to finally calm her down I gently told her that at daybreak she was going to have to be hidden in the back of the car, explaining that when word got out our pursuers would be sure to be looking for a vehicle with a man and a woman on board. I smiled as I informed her that she was not going to be exactly hard to recognise when her description was out.

As time went on she began to relax, actually believing that she was free of her oppressors at last. When this happened her natural sensuality soon took over again, and her hand dropped, instinctively, into my lap. Despite our history I still flushed with embarrassment when her fingers brushed up against my achingly stiff cock, and she giggled with glee. In truth, my monster prick had been stiff since the first moment I had looked upon her delightful charms in that dreadful dungeon in which she had been imprisoned.

Her clever fingers had soon drawn down my zipper, and freed my raging erection from the tight confines of my pants. She caressed the hot meat of my prick, gently at first, cooing with delight at being able to do so once again after so much time. She reaffirmed her love for me saying that it had never waned even though her most harrowing experiences. The hope that I would eventually find her, she informed me, was the only thing that kept her sane, and more darkly, stopped her from taking her own life.

I listened to her quietly, letting her do all the talking, realising that she needed to shed her hurt in this way. All the while her clever fingers teased me incessantly, causing me delicious pleasure, but not distracting me from the task of driving too much. I longed to be naked with her, but that would have to wait until we had reached our destination. After about an hour she had finally talked herself out. She gazed up at my face with a stare of sheer joy and exclaimed, with a teasing tone lacing her voice, "Darling piglet". We somehow saw no reason to use an other than our slave names in addressing each other, indeed we didn't no each other's real names anyhow, but it hadn't even occurred to either of us to ask. She squeezed my throbbing cock strongly, and her beautiful face fell down towards its arching stiffness, "I love you dearly, but I adore this enormous, beautiful prick even more, and I can no longer wait to taste it!"

Her warm wet mouth enveloped the top three inches of my pulsing stalk, and her mouth sucked on it like a starving waif. I almost ran off the road as a result of exquisite sensations I had not experienced since the day of my exile. Sows lips and tongue fed ravenously on my burgeoning erection with relentless hunger. The sounds of her wild sucking soon drowned out the drone of the car's engine completely. My semen began to boil in my squirming testicles, and I began to believe that the gorgeous sow's lascivious talents might be able to break my evil Mistress' cruel spell, and I might find relief at long last. But after a half an hour of flawless erotic torment I knew that this was not to be, an almost sobbed in frustration.

I had been so engrossed in sow's pleasurable activity that I hardly noticed that dawn was beginning to break. When I realised that it was light again, and cars and trucks began to appear on the road, I pulled over to the edge and reached down to sow's head. I gently prised her mouth from my aching cock and drew her upright. She stared at me with tears in her eyes, fully realising why she had not been able to bring me off, and exclaimed how sad she felt that the bitch still held sway over me. I shrugged helplessly and tried to console her because she obviously thought that it was her fault. That her expertise at sucking cock was not good enough. I was quick to reassure her that no one had ever sucked my prick with such delightful skill, and never would. If I was to find the capacity to orgasm once again, I would have to find a way of de-programming my brain.

But I was anxious to hide sow away, and get on with the trip. I estimated that we were only about two hundred miles from the town, and still had almost fifteen hundred to go to reach our destination. I explained to sow why what we had to do was necessary, and then pried the back seat loose and helped her to clamber into the alcove I had prepared. It was cramped but, apart from the heat, would not be too uncomfortable for her. I had made sure that the air circulation was good and tried to get sow to try to sleep. I told her that I was going to drive non stop until we got to the cabin. The longer we were on the road, the more risk we took of discovery. She reluctantly agreed, and glued her lips to mine for a few searing seconds before I levered the seat back into place, completely hiding her presence.

Before I got under way again I popped a couple of uppers to keep me awake and alert. I had obtained the pills from a long distance truck driver who assured me that they would keep me going for at least forty eight hours. About four hours later I pulled into a truck stop and filled the car's huge gas tank with fuel, checked the oil and water, and then went into the store and bought four hamburgers, a half a dozen cokes, and a small esky, to keep the drinks cool. Before I drove off again I slipped half of the food, and a coke in to sow.

I drove steadily for the rest of the day and into the evening. When I thought it was dark enough I stopped the car and let sow out. We got under way again as soon as we had eaten the rest of the food. Sow took only a few minutes to have my fly open once again, and my hard cock was soon nestling hotly in her soft hand. She chattered incessantly about how she was going to cure me of my awful malady no matter what it took. Over the hours she asked me to relate the story of my search, and how I had came to find her. I related the whole story while we drove on and on, only stopping very occasionally on the side of the rode to relieve ourselves when the need arose.

In the early hours of the next morning we made our second, and I hoped last, stop before we reached our destination. I made sow remain in the car, and told her to be careful not to attract attention to herself while I filled up and replenished our food supplies. In the take away food outlet I picked up an early edition newspaper and browsed through it while the food was being prepared. I got the shock of my life when I read a stop press article concerning a kidnapping in the town we came from. My heart was pounding when I realised that the victim was sow by the description given. The article offered a large reward for information, and gave a contact number for a private detective agency. I was relieved to find that I did not figure in the data given. They had not yet connected me to the escape, but I had no doubt they eventually would, given that it the detective agency was any good then they would eventually be in contact with sow's former Master, and through him, Mistress Lotta.

After collecting the food I rushed back to the car, popping a couple more pills on the way. As soon as I got in I drove off, throwing the newspaper over to sow for her to also read the article. When she started to cry I reassured her that we would not be re-captured, I had planned this too well. The cabin we were going to could never be connected to us regardless of the fact that they would surely learn of my involvement before too long. As soon as we were well away from the truck stop I pulled over and helped sow into her hiding place. For the rest of the journey she would have to remain hidden. We couldn't afford to take any chances. Although she protested, she knew that I was right and reluctantly returned to her cramped little hiding hole after she had finished eating.

We only had fifteen hours to go by my estimation, and would not have to stop again until we were almost home free. The rest of the trip dragged on, and I had used the last of my pills and was beginning to suffer. Finally I reached the turn off that led up into the hills. When I reached the tiny settlement that served the hunting lodges I pulled off the road and donned a disguise that I always used when shopping there. I was now extremely glad I had taken this precaution, especially if the people read the papers regularly.

I went into the general store and was warmly greeted by it owner. I told him that I wanted to stock up with enough supplies to last a month or so. I was going to work on my newest book, and wanted complete solitude to concentrate on it. I had set my persona as a writer when I first came to the cabin. The storekeeper packed up my purchases, and helped me load them into the back seat, and boot of the car. Just before I was about to leave he called out, coming over with a large parcel which he said had been delivered for me while I was away.

I took the package from him, thanked him for his kindness, and then drove off. For the next hour we steadily climbed higher and higher into the mountains. I knew what was in the package, but it didn't matter any more. During my search I had found a certain cab driver I had served while a slave to Mistress Lotta. He had no love for my owner, or any of her cohorts either. When I had been exiled he had lost his job, and had been black banned from any city on the west coast. He was only too happy to help me in any way he could, and not only because I had sucked his cock so passionately, and let him fuck me until he was exhausted after I had found him either, he had really fallen in love with me. He promised to obtain, and send to me as many S&M and B&D sub-culture publications as he could find. When I offered him money for this he wouldn't hear of it, such was his infatuation with me.

As soon as I arrived at the cabin I parked the car in its shelter, and freed sow from her cramped quarters. Between us we carted all the supplies into the cabin and unpacked them and stored them appropriately. Sow, of course, was full of beans having slept for a good portion of the long trip. I, on the other hand, was a physical wreck, totally exhausted, both bodily and mentally.

As soon as we had finished our chores sow threw off the tent like robe she had worn since the escape and ran into the bathroom. Soon I heard the shower going, and sow calling for me to hurry up and join her. As tired as I was, this still struck me as a good idea. As I was undressing sow called out to me to bring the bolt cutter with me. I stumbled into the room, filled with steam, and stepped into the shower recess. I used the bolt cutter to remove sow's collar, and then knelt down to attend to her pussy, which was still locked up by her cunt rings, and the small, associated padlock.

It took me a few attempts before I managed to snip all the metal rings apart, the padlock itself was too strong for the cutters to make an impression on it. Finally the whole metal mess fell away from sow's beautiful pussy. While I worked sow was not idle. She had shampooed both my and her own hair over and over, and had repeatedly lathered our bodies. Once she allowed the water to rinse the suds from our bodies she reached down and drew my face into her splayed open crotch.

I breathed in her sexual scent with elation while my lips pressed up against the warm, soft, plump ones of her sex. My tongue shot out of my mouth and delicately split these pulpy lips and my taste buds were inundated with the luscious flavours of her excited twat. I furled my tongue around her prominent clitoris, which was already stiff and throbbing. Sow squealed with pleasure while my tongue stimulated her gorgeous pussy. Within minutes my mouth was inundated with a flood of rich, aromatic cunt cream. My deeply buried tongue was squeezed with almost feral force by the silky, elastic muscles of sow's spasming cunt pit, and she keened out her ecstasy while climaxes hit her with wave after wave of pure sexual sensation.

Sow's full, shapely thighs had captured my face in an erotic, sensual vice, and refused to release it, even after her orgasm had ebbed. Clearly she was not yet sated. Her belly trembled and her hands involuntarily grasped my hair and thrust my face more firmly into her still drooling sex swamp. My tongue began to ache from constant use, but I was almost ashamed at how quickly my tongue was beginning to tire of this activity following such a long lay off. Never the less, I was not about to disappoint my darling, so I steeled myself, and somehow kept my aching tongue busy teasing the throbbing nodule of sow's ever stiff clitoris to yet another cataclysmic eruption.

My own sex had stiffened while I worked, and began to throb with need. After sow orgasmed again she dragged me up from my knees and hugged me passionately. Soon she scrambled her slick nudity up my body, the steaming water streaming from our glowing skin, her legs spread wide, wrapped them around my waist, and reached down and guided my hot, stiff erection into the exquisite trap of her yearning vagina. The walls of her sleave were soon rhythmically clasping at my pistoning pole of lust. Our breaths came in tortured gasps as excitement burgeoned. Sow, almost immediately my cock was buried up her writhing sex sleave came again, her convulsing pussy hole clamping my cock like a velvet vice. I sobbed with frustration, teetering on the edge of relief, but incapable of surrendering to it.

Sow collapsed onto the shower floor in a state of delighted contentment. Her chest heaved, causing her massive breasts to rise and fall in great sweeps, as she regained her breath. She smiled up at me, but then a small expression of consternation crossed her beautiful features when she realised my plight. She reached up and grasped the still rock hard stem of my prick and squeezed it sympathetically. She expressed her sorrow at my predicament, promising that we would overcome it together.

By this time I was almost dead on my feet, and it showed. We left the shower and quickly dried our bodies and went into the bedroom. As soon my head hit the pillow I was asleep. I slept for twelve hours straight without stirring. Sow, of course, having slept for long periods during out journey, did not sleep for anything like as long.