Over the next week we spent almost all of our time engaged in sexual activity, making up for lost time, sow insisted. It was clear that our wanton natures had in no way been diminished by our enforced abstinence. Indeed, our lustful cravings were, if anything, even more acute now than they had ever been before. For my part, I struggled with how I was going to broach the subject of my newly discovered masochistic mania to sow, and worried constantly at how she might react to it.

Little did I know that sow had been thinking the same thing. She wanted me to become her Master as much as I wanted to become her slave. We were caught in an impasse. We both realised that we were hopelessly masochistic, and both longed to suffer at the hands of dominants. What were we to do. We had pored over the heap of S&M culture magazines that my friend had sent, but could find no opportunities for our desires in them. In fact my banishment was still clearly news in many of the contact mags. My picture was published with a unmistakable warning that my needs were never to be catered for by any dominant, female or male. Sow's picture was not published. Clearly she was not considered important due to the conditions associated with her sale.

A couple of weeks after we had arrived I was called up by the shopkeeper who informed me that he was holding another large package for me, and did I want him to deliver it. I thanked him for his offer, but said that I needed to come down for more supplies anyhow, and I would pick it up then. Sow pleaded to come with me but I refused her requests, patiently explaining that we still needed to exercise care as our enemies would, no doubt, be still looking for us.

I set off down to the village with hope in my heart. I knew that the package awaiting me contained a new supply of magazines, and hoped that we may discover something in at least one of them that we could explore. I was also a little apprehensive because I knew that the culture would have been made aware of sow's escape by now, and was anxious to find out what the reaction to that knowledge was to be. I had soon packed up the car with a load of groceries, fresh vegetables, fruit, and meat, not to mention a good supply of beer and rum, and ample quantities of coke.

The package was huge, and must have contained hundreds of magazines. The store keeper displayed his natural curiosity, but I fobbed him off with stories of books I required for my research. Soon I was on my way back into the mountains, a heap of the latest news papers on the seat beside me. I had not been able to contain my own curiosity, and had perused these prior to beginning the return trip. Certainly the initial sensationalism of sow's apparent abduction had died down, but there was still a standing offer of a substantial reward for information leading to her safe return. Thankfully, in the papers at least, I had not yet been connected to the supposed kidnapping.

Sow was waiting anxiously for me when I returned. We unloaded the car quickly, both impatient to get into the package. As soon as everything had been stowed, and we had eaten a good meal, we settled down to explore our prize. As I had contemplated the package contain innumerable magazines devoted to the S&M and B&D culture. Contact mags made up most of these, along with news letters and the like.

It took us a couple of days to go through them all, frequently broken by our need to satisfy our lusts, heightened, no doubt, by the highly erotic content of the publications. We soon discovered that sow was now also on the banned list for all dominants, as I had been all along. This did not seem to trouble sow, but what did trouble both of us was the fact that I had now been positively linked to sow's abduction. Whether this was supposition on the part of the editors, or whether they had any real proof of my involvement was not clear. But it did make our futures a lot more clouded. Not only did we have the law looking for us, but also all adherents to the culture would now be on the lookout. We would have to be extra careful when we finally left our hide away.

While going through one of the better quality news magazines something caught my eye, and alerted me to the fact that I was sure that I had something seen similar before, in the same publication. It was a notice, by a Mistress, alerting readers to the fact that a slave of hers had seemed to disappear while on vacation in the principality of Natchez. I explained to sow what I suspected, and we went through all of the books, extracting all the issues of this particular news letter. When we had collected them all I found we had all issues for the past three years.

We began to go though the publications starting from the earliest. By the time we had finished we had found twelve apparent disappearances, all in the principality. All disappearances involved submissives only. Most were single people but two were pairs. A Mistress complaining that her pair of lesbian sluts had not returned from a holiday in Natchez, and a Master alerting anyone who noticed to the fact that his twin male slaves had disappeared while all three were holidaying in Natchez.

The later occurrences were accompanied by warnings to members of the culture about going to Natchez. Realisation that it was a dangerous place finally hitting home. Natchez was a popular destination for members of the culture because its ruler was known to be a sadist, and the laws of the tiny principality did not discriminate against this type of sexual leaning. Indeed, it was positively encouraged in visitors to the realm. I had never been there myself, surmising that Mistress Lotta would have certainly covered that particular base on my banishment.

We poured over the heap of news letters, including all the other similar ones we had, looking for evidence of any of the apparent abductees turning up again. There was no such occurrence. This did not mean, of course, that none had, although I was sure that had it have happened it would have certainly been recorded in at least one of the publications. In addition, of course, it was entirely feasible that the disappearees had merely decided to change their life styles. But this we both agreed was unlikely in so many cases over that relatively short period. It looked as though someone, or some organisation, was using Natchez to stock a stable of human slaves.

It could, of course, be the prince who was doing this, but this was unlikely as he would have found it difficult to hide such an activity for so long. No it was more likely to be some one from a place like Africa, or the middle east where slavery was still generally practised. And since Natchez catered to the sexual nature of slavery, it was almost certain that the slaves abducted were taken for their sexual submission.

We had soon decided that Natchez was clearly worthy of our scrutiny, especially as a couple of pairs we knew about had been taken there, and we had vowed that we would be separated again. I decided to make a trip to the principality to reconnoitre the place. Sow pleaded to be allowed to come with me but I steadfastly refused, explaining that the risks of discovery, not of abduction by whoever was doing so in Natchez, by our former owners were too high. And it would be unbearable if our hopes for the future were to be dashed by our former owners, even before we had the chance to offer ourselves as willing abductees.

Over the next two weeks I grew my beard, and we dyed my hair to disguise my appearance as much as possible. Sow continued to plead with me to let her come, but held firm to my assessment of the risk, explaining to her on one occasion while cupping her enormous breasts in my hands, that, while I could quite successfully alter my appearance we would never be able to hide her gorgeous tits, and they would become our undoing.

Sow, petulant as ever, took out her frustration on me, tying me up and thrashing my balls with a heavy leather strap we had found until I howled with anguish and promised to fuck her non stop while flaying her tits, until she passed out, before I left. The principality was only a day's drive away, and I planned to be away for less than a week. This finally mollified sow, but did not stop her from tormenting me mercilessly, right up to the day of my departure.

I impressed on my lovely slave girl that she had to exercise complete care while I was away. She was not to take any kind of risk that might lead to someone discovering her presence. She was not, under any circumstances, to answer the phone if it rang. If any one was to approach the cabin sow was to slip out and hide in the woods until they had gone. I explained to her that she had plenty of titillating books to read to allay her boredom, and intimated that I had dreamed up a little surprise I would give her before I left, which was a mistake because she pestered me non stop from then on to reveal what it was.

True to my word on that day I laid sow's nude beauty out on the kitchen bench. Tied a thin cord around the thick base of my erect cock, to prevent ejaculation, and drove it, to the hilt, up her silky cunt sleave. While I pumped at her with relentless persistence I flayed her vast tits savagely with the leather strap. Within minutes sow was coming, and she continued to climax, over and over to the heady mixture of pain and pleasure that I assailed her with.

After five hours of constant ravishment she finally slipped into unconsciousness, her reddened tits rising and falling in time with her comatose breathing. I extracted my horrifically aching cock from her now slack, drenched pussy, untied the cord at its base and allowed it to spew its enormous flood of warm creamy ball juice all over her abused tits. As soon as my prick had softened I dressed in readiness to leave.

I went and retrieved a crude chastity belt I had fashioned, and locked it onto sow's crotch. I drove the ten inch dildo I had purchased to ream out my own arse when I had been trying to find a way to make my prick gush, all the way up sow's slack cunt tube, locked it in place and turned it on. Sow moaned in her state of unconsciousness when the sensations of the dildo began to affect her. I knew that sow could free herself from the belt if she wanted to, but somehow I knew she would not. Rather she would enjoy being subjected to continuous sexual stimulation for hour after hour, day after day, until I returned.

I took my suitcase out to the car, put it into the boot, got in and drove off. I stopped off at the village to fill up with gas. I visited the store and informed the owner that I was visiting my publisher for a few days, and asked him to intercept any calls I may have during that time. He commented on my new appearance and I explained it away, saying that I wanted to surprise a certain young lady I intended to visit on my trip, and didn't want her husband recognising me. He entered into the spirit of the thing, although I think his wife was a little shocked. I smiled, and winked at her as I left. It paid not to arouse any suspicions with these country folk.

I bad the couple goodbye and commenced my journey. While I drove I wondered if my darling sow had regained her senses, and if she had, how she was taking to what I had done to her before I left. I began to plan out in my mind how I would proceed when I arrived at Natchez. I decided to play the part of a private investigator, looking for someone who had disappeared. This, I surmised would be a credible cover for asking the types of questions I wanted answers to without raising too much suspicion among the locals.