I wrote this in response to Sandra from Texas... she had put up a prompt about a young woman drugged and grabbed from a bar, waking up wearing a shock collar and beginning to be trained to be a sex slave. I agreed to do some world building and before I finished this piece, I watched her username switch to [Deleted. Oh well... here it is for your consideration.

}You first feel your body breathing. In. Out. In. Out Then the ache starts to make itself noticed. It feels like you’ve been crowded in a small space for an extended time. You’re no longer confined, but you’re lying on a cold, hard floor. Your senses expand around you more. The air is cool without being overly damp. Your eyes crack open, bleary and it takes you a moment to focus. It feels like you have a slight hangover. You groan as you sit up, everything hurts. The lights are bright... fluorescent lights above you... behind some kind of cage you think. Parts of a wooden crate on the floor beside you. “Was I in that?” you think. The pull of tape on your wrist... there’s still a medical IV shut stuck in you.

You stand on shaky legs. There is a toilet, a sink and a small bed in your room as well as a low table. The table and bed seem to be firmly fastened to the floor. You are wearing a large t shirt, nothing else. You are barefoot. You feel the collar around your neck. Memories come back to you. Drinking at a bar. Blackness. Pain. Compliance. Obey and the pain is kept to a minimum. Your most recent memory seems the least clear: your captor saying something about you being a gift... other things too... but they are still very murky.

On the floor beside the crate is a note:

Master

Please accept this gift from one of your unworthy students. I know you favour red heads, this one is naturally one, I know she will bring you pleasure.

Your servant

Panic begins to set in. You’re somewhere else now. You look around. No windows. One door, made out of metal. You uncontrollably tear at the tape on your arm. It and the shut go flying across the room. You fall to the floor, sobbing. Time passes.

You hear a click. The door opens. You hear footsteps and a chair being set down on the floor.

Your t shirt feels sticky. So does the floor. You notice you seem to be covered in blood. Panic starts to rise in you again.

A voice speaks,

“I must apologise for this... sloppy on my part. I’m sorry.” It says. You feel large firm hands help you stand and lead you over to the bed. As you sit down the voice speaks again “Bring me a First Aid Kit, some orange juice and some bread and cheese.”

You hear the response “Yes Sir.” And you realize the first voice was speaking to someone over a radio. You hear water running in the sink as you sit there weak and dazed. A warm cloth is gently applied to your face, your hands... it pauses momentarily and you feel your t shirt being pulled over your head. You fumble to cover yourself and the voice says “Now now, there’s no need for that. You have nothing to be modest about anyway.”

The cloth returns, travelling your body, cleaning the blood off of you. As the water evaporates, you feel chilled. You hear the door click and open again. A woman in scrubs walks into the room with a tray, placing it on the table. She bows to the man and leaves. He returns from the table with the First Aid Kit and proceeds to wipe up the blood still oozing from where the IV had been. Some gauze squares and some tightly wrapped elastic tape and your wound is treated. Up until now, you have not been able to clearly see your captor. The lights in the ceiling created a halo effect around his head and face. With him sitting beside you, bandaging your arm, you can see he’s older, with short grey hair and glasses.

All you can think about is escape. You start to tense up to strike out... your collar beeps and your body arches in pain. After a moment, the shock stops. You gasp for breath.

“I wouldn’t advise you trying that again. I’ve just turned up the level of punishment on your collar.” The voice says. You hear his footsteps recede and come back. “Here, drink this, it will help you get some strength back.” He has given you a plastic cup of orange juice. You greedily down the liquid and feel some life return to your body. Your eyes wander to the tray with what looks like pieces of cheese and bread on it.

“Ahh... hungry are you? Not yet, you need to earn your first meal.” The voice says

“Please stand.” He says.

You start to try and feign being dazed or weakness until you hear your collar beep. Your eyes fly open in a panic as you leap off the bed to your feet.

“Good Girl.” The voice says, “See, you do understand. Now move over to the center of the room. You comply as he begins to walk around you in a circle. “Hmmm, that bush will have to go. Nice proportions otherwise.” You feel a hand grasp one of your buttocks, hold it for a second appraising it and then release. He’s in front of you now, hand cupping a breast. Thumb and forefinger squeezing a nipple. You involuntarily shudder as the pinch sends a short burst of pleasure throughout your body.

“Excellent.” He says. You feel his hand slide through your hair, close to your scalp. As it reaches the base of your skull, he closes his fingers now grasping a sizeable amount of your hair. He gives your head a little shake, nodding with approval.

He is behind you now. “Spread your legs please” You consider resisting until he raises the collar’s remote control into your peripheral vision. You comply as he slides two fingers first into your pussy and then into your ass. “Perfect.” He exclaims.

“Good. Now sit and eat something” he gestures at the tray. You know better than to use the chair, so you kneel on the floor, eating pieces of bread and cheese voraciously. He sits in his chair, watching you eat. As you are almost finished eating, the door clicks and swings open again. The same woman comes into the room and places a folded piece of clothing on the table.

“Ahhh Singqiwu, always anticipating. Thank you” he says to her as she bows and leaves.

“You would normally have to earn everything you get here. Your name, clothing, meals, the right to be able to turn your lights out even. The food you just ate and this clothing are to make up for the neglect of your arm. From now on, you earn everything with your obedience and compliance. Disobedience and resistance have their own rewards too,” he says holding up the remote.

“Get some rest.Your real training will begin tomorrow.: