Lily was a young woman, a brunette, with small to moderate breasts and rather skinny. She was a pretty east Asian. I'm not going to give an age. You're the reader. You pick whatever age you want.

Lily showed up along the road one day, hitchhiking near the homeless camps of California. She grew up by the tracks, the daughter of an abusive alcoholic and a bullied girlfriend, until one day when her dad pushed her mom onto the tracks in front of the "Southwest Chief" and she got plowed under by a couple of noisy locomotives. So Lily ran away from her tent in that garbage patch, grabbing a ride from a family here and a trucker there.

Well, one drunken trucker pulled over to try to sleep off his drunkenness and woke up to find her by the side of the road. Hmm, he thought, an easy catch. I'll send her off to old Bill's ranch in the deep wilderness of Utah. That'll be fun...

So he welcomed Lily on board. He gave her some bottled water, which she accepted, in spite of the somewhat funny taste. It was laced with roofies. She fell asleep.

The trucker pointed his rig east, now on a twofold mission : delivery of oranges to Salt Lake City and delivery of Lily to a ranch in colorful-rock land. Down the interstate and some other highways he roared. When he rested, he made sure to keep Lily from waking up. He also undressed her and fondled her breasts and stroked her clit as he got hard. He could take it no more and he laid Lily down in the back of his cab and plunged his poker deep into Lily, and quite vigorously too. He came in a few minutes, his white cum oozing into her sore, red cunt. Satisfied, he wiped himself off. He didn't wipe Lily off. Bill didn't mind if his sex toys were a little cum-stained.

One of the trucker's sperms fertilized one of Lily's eggs, which made her pregnant, I guess. Bill generally didn't keep his toys alive long enough to make use of any pregnancies they had, but occasionally there were exceptions.

So.. a couple days after picking Lily up, the trucker threw her unconscious, naked body into the dirt at Bill's and drove off. Morning came. Bill saw he had company, and his dick rose at the thought of playing with his new property. First things first, though. He dragged Lily behind his packed earth wall, in the shadow of a red layered cliff and a few hoodoos, and waited.

The air grew hotter, it was summertime. It could easily get 100 degrees Fahrenheit in those parts.

Lily stirred. She was still groggy. She didn't know where she was... This looked nothing like the LA area... She was naked, she was dusty, and she had something in her vagina. She reached in. She felt goop and she noticed its whiteness. Cum? Could it be? Perhaps some bum raped her and threw her out here? Maybe she was on the rapist's land?

Lily picked herself up and started to explore. She was in some open compound outdoors, with walls, dusty, baking in the heat. There was a house in the middle of it. Not much of a house. Lily noticed bones and a few pieces of meat lying about, which made Lily uneasy. Perhaps someone drove Lily into a trap? And how to clean herself off? Lily was dirty, she felt dirty, inside and out. Ugh.

Bill waited in his house, silently, until Lily started exploring the wall and looking at the house. Well, here comes the fun part, he thought.

He had cleverly rigged the entrances and pathways to his walled compound with booby traps. And Lily was groggy and not really thinking of self defense.

Bill poked his head through a window.
Lily, of course, ran. Over rough rocks, causing her to stumble and her feet to bleed. She panted. Her muscles ached like fire. She was hot, she sweated in the summer heat. At least along the walls there was shade...

Saliva poured into Lily's mouth and her teeth and chest ached. Lily managed to make the entrance to the compound, heaving, dusty, hot, and tired. She was only thinking of one thing- "gotta get out of here!" With no real next step in mind. Then- whang!- a knife slashed through the air.

Lily felt a sharp pain. She got up, or tried to, but when she tried to stand on her left foot, she felt wobbly and her leg hurt like hell. Her muscles were spent and she fell forward.

She looked at her leg. Lily's left foot was gone!

Lily tried to pick herself up and crawl ahead, her leg stump bleeding painfully. Lily ambled forward slowly, and then the second trap sprang. Up Lily went, bagged in a large fishnet.

Bill walked up to the defeated Lily, who cowered in fear and tried to nurse her bleeding leg stump. Lily's bladder lost control and smelly urine cascaded down, splashing onto Bill. Bill, of course, got mad, swinging a baseball bat into Lily's net, whacking her on the side like a piñata. Fresh new pain erupted on her ribs.

Bill cut Lily down and dragged her to his house, where he promptly cuffed Lily and hosed her down with a garden hose. He bandaged Lily's stump, and began to fondle her and really get into it. Bill's cum now occupied Lily's snatch.

Bill announced to Lily, "you're not gonna get out of here. You're going to die here. You're not a person anymore. You're a thing. You're my thing, my slave, my fucktoy. You're not allowed to do anything without my say. Take that, bitch!" And Bill whacked Lily on the cheek.

Hours passed. Days passed. Bill allowed Lily to drink water and a little soda, as well as his cum, but he gave her precious little in food. Her tummy growled and ached.

On day seven, Bill cut off Lily's right foot. Lily had to crawl around. In return for sex and cuddles and sucking, Lily received more food. Conditions were similar for the next few weeks, as day followed day with Lily cuffed to the wall, or bound painfully by her neck to a bed, or crawling on a leash with cum dripping out of her private parts. Sometimes Bill would stick a flower in Lily's long straight brown hair and a grass skirt on her waist, but she was much more often naked. Lily baked in the outdoor heat much of the time, and her beige skin bronzed and tanned a little. Her food was still rather sparse. Her legs and arms got a little thinner, but her belly grew.

Bill realized that Lily was pregnant. Hmm, Bill thought. This gave Bill an idea. He would keep Lily a few months and give her a couple of fuckmates. Then, when the time was right... He grinned.