TRIGGER WARNINGS: This series of stories will feature explicit non-consent, abduction, slavery. Do not read is you are sensitive to these topics.

This story is a work of fiction and any resemblance to any real life situation or person was coincidental.

This is part one of my first story ever, I have been toying with this idea for a while and would appreciate any feedback and comments Thanks so much for reading.

Summary: Sharing sexual fantasies and chatting on line becomes something much more than was bargained for with naive, unsuspecting woman who has became very intrigued with the enticing words of a stranger.

I awaken my eyes flutter open to pain in her limbs. My body stretched across a half barrel, my wrists restrained with leather cuffs across the front pulled down to the sides. My ankles restrained at the back in the same fashion leaving my feet unable to touch the ground. My eyes flutter feeling disoriented, my head foggy. I try to move barely able to wiggle, my body pulled taut against the wood. This small movement makes me whimper from the pain. My eyes widen in horror as the sound escapes my lips, I cannot close my mouth, saliva is running out and down my chin. A round ring gag secured behind my lips, causing my mouth to be stuck open. In a  futile effort I shake my head the frustrated noise I make is a garbled whimper as saliva continues to drip down, running in strings to the wood just below my face. The chill of the room kissing my skin my eyes widen as I realize I am naked. My eyes darting around the room as I twist my head from side to side. The limited view of my surroundings restricted to the dark wood walls immediately in front and to my sides. The room in shadows, I can only tell it is a large space and deafeningly silent except for my own ragged breath.

  I struggle to clear my trying to remember how I got here, the realization causing her immediate panic and fear. My body trembles as I recall. I had left work driving to the shopping area to meet my friend Rebecca. We ate dinner, shopped and relaxed, no need to run home as my house was empty. My husband was gone out of town on business. I drove home arriving just as the sky darkened, exiting the car, grabbing my things from the back seat. I remember being grabbed from behind a hand going over my mouth. Then nothing until now, here. My mind reeling as I realized it could only be one person. The stranger I had med online. When I had finally took a risk and decided to try talking with someone. I knew it was wrong, but the years I had hidden away my darkest sexual desires had finally overwhelmed me.  She thought it would be harmless to chat with someone, anyone about the things I touched myself to when I was alone. The things I was too embarrassed to ever reveal to anyone. The cravings to be used and controlled that no one would ever guess is hidden behind my sweet, innocent face. The stranger I had been telling my dark secrets to for weeks now. The way he had got under my skin never revealing anything about himself. Keeping me guessing and imagining. He was an enigma.  

The months of conversation, how he had twisted and fucked with my mind making me ache for him daily. I had trusted him, allowed him to coax information out of me. Being naive enough to give him what he needed not even realizing it was anything more than a game.  He had found out who I really was, what I looked like, my real name. But worse than that he knew what I craved inside, ached for. The things that made me unable to stop wanting more, that made my body beg for his words. When he had told me he owned me, that I belonged to him, it had frightened me and aroused me so much. But I felt like I was losing too much control so I tried to take some of it back. In my infinite wisdom I thought I was smarter than him and could tease him. I wanted to see if I could make him crave me just as much. Playing with him, sending him pictures and videos of myself and disobeying on purpose when he ask me to do things at times. Until I only succeeded in making him angry and frustrated. He told me I was being a brat. He told me if he ever got his hands on me I would be punished, He told me he would make sure I knew who owned me. He gave me one final warning, one final ultimatum no more excuses, refusals or bratty behavior. When I wavered on my answer, he was gone. His silence deafening and no matter what I said to him, he would not respond.  Slowly making me feel desperately aware of how ignorant I had been to challenge him. He had consumed my thoughts and taken control of my body with his words. I had thought it was over. I vowed to never do it again. But he continued to haunt my thoughts.

 I begin to cry, unable to comprehend that this was real as the fear crept up my spine. My sobs the only sound in the room for several minutes as I struggle to free myself. Suddenly I hear a scrape from behind me, a chair being pushed back as someone is standing from it. My breath catches in my throat.  I feel the touch of a hand. The fingers runs up the length of my spine from my low back to my neck. My body trembles unable to flinch away, my hands opening and closing in a useless effort against the restraints. The hand running across my hair and with sharp swiftness my head is jerked back. A hundred tiny pricks of pain on my scalp causing me to cry out as a voice rumbles close to my ear.  “How’s my little slut, you have a nice nap Stephanie.”  I want to speak, try to say anything. My fear causing my body to shake uncontrollably and all I can think to do is beg. My single word making more saliva flow out of my mouth "leeeshh" almost unintelligible as tears fall down my cheeks. 

He voice low and menacing, sounds again at my ear. “Was that a please, Stephanie?” He jerks up on my hair again lifting me up as far as the restraints allow. His hot breath caressing my skin as he speaks “Oh Stephanie, you’re going to have to do so much better than that to apologize. I think you can be much more creative with a little incentive don’t you?”  With no time or warning, I feel the sharp, searing pain across my ass cheeks and upper thighs as he brings his hand down repeatedly. The smack of his hand on my skin loudly echoing throughout the room with the only other sound being my garbled sobs. After several minutes he stops my ass cheeks continue to throb and my throat is raw from my cries. He runs his hand across my ass causing the sharp pain to increase. He continues to speak "mmmhhhmm, such a beautiful shade of red, I knew you would mark so beautifully slut." My sobs have slowed and low whimpers escape my mouth as his hand continues to caress my skin. His fingers sliding down the crack of my ass as he speaks again. "Are you wet for me Stephanie?" He finger traveling down to my slick slit and slowly he presses one finger inside me. My eyes closing tightly as the humiliation washes over me knowing I cannot deny how aroused I am. I hear him chuckle softly as he pumps his finger in and out of me slowly. My breathing quickens and my hips lift slightly off the table as fresh tears roll down my face. He stops abruptly and his fingers trail back  up my body. 

I feel his warm breath on my face as he leans close his tongue licks away the tears on my cheek. He speaks as he groans softly. "Your tears are just as sweet as I knew they would be Stephanie. Listen closely as I don't like to repeat myself slut. You are going to learn many lessons from me. But the most important one is that you are mine entirely. I will make sure you know who owns you. Every tear you cry, every moan, whimper and scream that leaves you pretty lips will be because of me. Every inch of your body and thought in your head will be mine. You can't run now Stephanie." He hand goes around my throat squeezing, I try to suck in air and his grip tightens completely cutting off my breath. As he continues to squeeze my lungs begin to burn, panic and fear causing my eyes to widen, my vision starting to blur and blacken around the edges. His words continue. "You will even breathe for me slut. Do you understand?" I try to shake my head and his grips loosens, allowing me to take large gulps of air as I continue to nod my head yes. His thumb wipes away the tears rolling down my cheek as I hear his words echoing in my head "That's a good girl Stephanie." He stands and runs his hand over my hair and I hear his footsteps walking away and the soft click of a door shutting behind me.  

 And in that moment I know I am lost, at the mercy of this stranger to be used, broken and owned. The fear surging anew through my body as I sob with the realization. That I have provided my own detailed instruction manual to this stranger and now I was entirely at his mercy.  The shame and humiliation that as I lay here a prisoner my body betrays me for him and I can feel the wetness leaking out between my legs.