Mike had spent the evening going from bar to bar. He was looking for vulnerable, pretty young girls, his usual sort of prey.

Despite Mike's darker underside, he was an outwardly friendly looking guy. Reasonably handsome, strong, and well presented. His body still fit for a man approaching 50. He used his looks and charm to disarm his young victims.

It was about 9pm when he walked into a bar called The Watering Hole. He approached the bar staff and ordered a whisky and coke, before settling onto a bar stools. He scanned left and right, noticing a girl in her 20s fidgeting nervously on a bar stool. More importantly, she was alone. He watched slyly for about 10 minutes. He could see she was waiting for someone. He moved along the bar and sat nearer her.

"Hey, you OK?" he asked, with a practiced look of genuine concern on his face.

"I...I...I'm waiting for someone," Laura replied

"You need someone to keep you company while you wait? You can't trust some of these younger guys these days. I'll look out for you until your date arrives... I assume you're on a date?" Mike was well practiced at this. He could gain a girls trust in seconds.

"I'm waiting for a guy I met on a dating app. He should have been here by now," she replied.

"Don't worry," Mike said gently, moving the bar stool closer. "I'll look out for you. How about I get you a drink?"

Laura smiled shyly. "That would be lovely, thank you. I'm Laura by the way. "

"Mike," he replied. Extending his hand out for a hand shake. She shook hands and seemed to relax instantly. He had her!

After a couple of drinks, it was clear that her date had stood her up. They chatted about anything and everything. Mike flirted with her constantly, telling her he couldn't believe someone wouldn't want to go on a date with her. Laura got up and went to the bathroom.
When she returned, Mike had got another round of drinks in. On seeing the drinks, Laura apologised, "Ohh, I'm sorry Mike. I was just about to say I'm heading home."

Mike smiled, hiding his frustration. "Tell you what...." he suggested, "...we finish these, and we can share the cab home?"

"Urrrmmm... ok, sounds like a fair deal. "

They drank up, left the bar, and grabbed the nearest cab. The driver asked where to go. Mike looked at Laura. "Ladies first, let's get you home safe." Laura gave her address to the driver, and they set off.

"Thank you for looking after me Mike, I think I've overdone it, though. I'm so tired," she said, yawning. "Don't worry, you're almost home," As the cab pulled up outside her apartment, Laura could barely keep her eyes open. She fumbled for her keys. Mike paid the cab driver and helped her to her feet. Her legs wobbled beneath her as Mike walked her to her door and helped her inside. He lay her on the sofa, now barely conscious. He quickly checked the apartment to make sure she was alone. He returned to her, she was slurring. "Mike.... w...was wrong wive me? I don fffffeel wwwwell"

Mike lifted her chin up, pulling her face around to his. "Sweet Laura". His tone was evil! "I slipped you a drug. Soon you be unconscious. When you awake, your life as you know it will be over, and you'll be my slave. I'm going to enjoy breaking you in and then selling you to the highest bidder. " Tears rolled down Laura's face. The drug had already paralysed her, but she heard every word. Panic struck her just before the unconsciousness did!

Laura woke up, still groggy. In what she believed was her room and it's completely black, there is no light at all. Confused, she sits up, only to be yanked back as the chain suddenly becomes taught. She panics blindly, suddenly aware of the padded metal collar attached firmly to her neck. Her heart races. She's barely able to move more than 3 or 4 feet in either direction. The chain somehow attached to the ceiling above her, but it's too dark to figure it out.
The bright florescent strip lights suddenly kick in, blinding her temporarily. She hears a voice...it's Mike's.

Laura screws her eyes shut at the sudden bright light. She trys her best to force them to adjust to see where she is.

"Sweet Laura, you're finally awake,"

As her eyes finally allow her to see, she looks around at the sparse room. She's sat on a bed. To the left is a sink and toilet. To the right, a cupboard with some food rations. In the four corners are CCTV cameras. She looks above and sees the chain shackled to a bolt in the ceiling. She turns to look at Mike. "What's happening? Where am I? How did I get here?"

"All in good time, sweet Laura, all in good time." Mike stands up and starts pacing around as he speaks. "Firstly, my sweet little one, you are now mine. I control you, and there's fuck all you can do about it. This facility is escape proof so don't waste your energy trying... trust me you'll need to conserve your energy. I'm going to be monitoring you 24/7. You'll shit, piss, wash and eat only when I say you can. You'll take everything I do to you, and thank me for it. In 6 mouths time You'll be sold to your new master. Now, take off that pretty dress of yours"

"But Mike.... what the hell?" Laura demanded.

"I WON'T ASK YOU AGAIN SLUT" he bellowed.

Tears rolled down her cheeks. She looked around again. The seriousness of the situation kicking in. She looked back at Mike.

"You will address me as either sir or master from now on... understood?"

"Yes sir" she whimpered, unzipping the back of her dress. It slid from her body falling to the floor in a heap. She instinctively tried to cover herself with her arms.

"Hands behind your head" he ordered, "Spread your legs a little"

She stood as instructed, not daring to anger him. He walked around her, eyeing up her body. She was fit, with a decent pair of tits and a large ass. His objectifying gaze was actually valuing her.

"I think I could get a top price for you with the best training. Now... panties and bra.... off... you won't need those!"

Laura blushed as she undid her bra and slid it off her arms. Then she removed her panties, again trying to cover herself.

"Hands behind your head slut!"

"Yes sir"

"Good slut, now play with your nipples while looking at that camera"

Laura hesitated as Mike pointed to a camera in the corner.

"Lay on the bed while you do it, legs spread wide and your cunt pointed directly at the camera.

Reluctantly, Laura lay down, wanting the world to swallow her up. She let her legs open, exposing the inside of her cunt, then started playing with her nipples.

"Good slut, now pull them"

She did her best to appease him.

"Harder, I want to see you stretching them, I want to see the pain on your face"

She tried again, it hurt so much. Time went by, her nipples becoming more and more sore.

Mike spoke again.

"Hold your cunt wide open for the camera. Then finger your cunt, two fingers, don't stop until you cum. Don't even consider faking"

Laura slid the middle two fingers of her slender hand inside her. She began pumping in and out. Her eyes closed trying to imagine she was somewhere else other than here.

"EYES OPEN, LOOK AT THE CAMERA"

Laura jumped, suddenly reminded of her predicament. It took over half an hour to finally reach her climax. She wanted to curl up and die knowing he'd recorded the whole thing.

"Good slut, that will do for today. Lesson one, to do as instructed without argument is achieved. Food rations for today are supplied.

Ask me through the camera for permission to shit, piss, wash, eat and sleep. You'll be punishment if you don't. I'll be back in the morning. Mike picks up her clothes and leaves, the room is plunged into total darkness once more.

Laura can't even face eating right now. She feels blindly for the blanket on the bed and wraps it around her. She stares off into the darkness, crying, trying to comprehend what was happening to her. At some point, she falls asleep. When she wakes, it's still pitch black. She's glad she got away with nodding off without asking. Now she waits for her master to return.

A door slams and the lights burn into life. Laura struggling once more to see in the bright artificial light.

Mike is stood with a look of thunder on his face. A flogger style whip in his hand.

"Well, well slut, somebody didn't ask to sleep did they?"

"I....I... I didn't sir"

"LIES" he shouted, making her jump. "I SEE everything slut"

"Now I have to punish you! Lay on the bed and present your cunt"

"Sir?" Laura sobbed

"NOW"

She hurriedly took the position, physically shaking from fear.

He dragged the whip over her cunt. Raising it up then viciously bringing it down on her cunt lips. Laura jumped up screaming, her knees locking together from the pain.

"Open them" Mike demanded, pointing at her legs. She opened them and he struck again. She counted 10 before he stopped.

"Hopefully you won't try that again will you?!"

Laura just sobbed her hands over her abused cunt.

Tbc