From Heiress to Sex Slave... (Open to one female)

[Ryanmo97]

Ryan Morris waited in woods by the college library parking lot. Over a year ago, Ryan was forced out as CEO of his company because of a merger with a rival company. Sure he made a lot of money out of the deal but that was beside the point. That company had been in his family for years, someone had to pay.

Ryan learned that his rival had a daughter that was starting college, so he decied to kidnap her and make her his sex slave. He spent quite a bit of money converting his basment into a dungon. Then, he started following her, he learned her routine, and he knew that she would be coming out of the library any moment... and then she would become his sex slave.

[JulieAnneC]

I swayed slowly, one leg toying behind the other, as I fiddled with one of my pearl earrings, smiling at the librarian as he checked out my books, two on the history of the Federal Reserve for my economics paper and one by the Marquis de Sade. The senior, Rich, who I had been flirting with for several weeks now, picked up the last book to scan, and a sheepish smile appeared on his face. Almost too quickly, I blurted out, “It is for an English paper that our grad assistant has assigned,” and all 5’4”, 110 pounds of me blushed a deep red, knowing that I really had checked out the book to satisfy my own curiosity. Rich nodded as I threw my long, wavy brown hair back over my shoulder, adjusting the white headband to better hold my hair behind my ears.

“Let me know if you need any help with that class, Julie Anne,” Rich laughed, and I picked up my books and purse, and waved bye, fluttering my fingers at him. I walked out into the brick commons and adjusted my powder blue cardigan over my white blouse, pulling my pearl necklace over my blouse collar. I smiled to myself as I walked towards the library parking lot, planning to stop at my apartment and quickly pack my bags quickly before driving out by myself to New York City for a week doing some research on the Fed. I called Daddy at work to let him know my plans, and of course, to tell him I loved him. As I hung up, I looked down at my powder blue and white wool blend skirt, aware of how only the click of my low heels disturbed the unusual quiet.

[Ryanmo97]

Ryan watched as Juile Anne walked out of the library. She looked so sexy in her outfit. He was dressed in all black so she didn't even notice him when she walked past him. Then, he waited a few moments, before runing up to her and tackling her to the ground. He quickly gaged her, tied her arms behind her back, tied her legs together, blindfolded her. Then he picked her up and put her in the trunk of his car. Then he gathered up all her things that where left on the ground, before heading to my house.

[JulieAnneC]

Suddenly, something, someone hits me from behind and my books and purse fly out of arms, my headband landing in the leaves alongside the parking lot. The wind knocked from me, I gasp trying to catch my breath, unable to find my voice as I open my mouth, when a cloth is shoved between my teeth and pulled tight under my hair. I try to flail but the mysterious someone grabs my hands and folds them together, a cloth pulling my wrists together. He sits on my back as he pulls my stockinged legs together, wrapping them as tightly as my wrists.

I shake my hair, now loose and tears form in my eyes before a cloth steals my vision from me. Before I know it, the man, it must be a man, picks me up and tosses me into a trunk, the end of a lug wrench poking me between my legs before I hear the trunk slap shut.

During the brief drive, my lungs at last fill with air as I breathe very rapidly through my nose, shaking my head back and forth. I open and close my fingers, trying to reach my heels folded underneath me, then twisting my wrists in a vain attempt to pull loose of the bindings. I feel a panic setting in, and my crying out is muffled by my gag.

Sensing the vehicle come to a stop, I gather myself and lie motionless. A blast of cold air chills me as the trunk is opened, and I am pulled out by my wrist and ankle bindings, as if I am a treat boxed and tied at the bakery.

"Mmmm?," I sniffle questioningly, and I try to kick my legs but am shaken heavily.

[Ryanmo97]

Ryan carried Juile Anne down to the basement. He stood her on her feet when he untied her hands and put them in the shackles that hung from the ceiling. Then he untied her legs and put them in the shackles that were attached to the floor. Then he removed the blind fold and gag. "Welcome, to your new home, Juile Anne..." She could look around the dungon. There was a bed on the other side of the room, along with a cabinet. And two doors, one of them had a keypad next to it.

[JulieAnneC]

I twist in my bonds, my arms and legs pulled tight by the heavy shackles, and my small breasts push at my white blouse, my sweater flapping behind me.

I take in the room, my hazel eyes big as saucers before my captor strips me of my gag. I immediately blurt out, "WHAT! HELP! GET AWAY!!!!" My chest heaves, and tears rush down my cheeks, lines of mascara decorating my soft skin. Quickly feeling overwhelmed, I ask in a softer, more pleading, resigned voice, "Who are you? What are you doing to me? Where am I?"

I shake my head, my hair flying about my shoulders, and pull at my wrist manacles, the steel chafing at my skin. I clutch my hands into a ball, and then make them long and slender, extending my pale pink polished nails, trying to slip between the firm circles. My ankles twist back and forth in their low heels, and I feel my skirt riding up my thighs as you suddenly tug each of the leg manacles, spreading my feet further apart.

In a childlike voice, I turn towards my captor, still unseen. "Please? Don't. Don't hurt me."

[Ryanmo97]

He looked at her, and said, "Well, my dear. You can call me Master or Sir. I brought you hear because your Daddy screwed me out of my family buisness... Sure, I made a lot of money but he forced me out of my own company. So, I took something of his that meant a lot to him... and that something is you my dear. Life as you have know it is now over. You are no longer an heiress to a muti-million dollar fortune, you are a sex slave."

[JulieAnneC]

My eyes are wide and I shake my head in disbelief.

"No! Not Daddy. What ever do you mean?"

I snort and try to stomp but the manacles hold me tightly. I continue to protest. "You don't know what you are saying. My Daddy would not scr ... screw anyone. He is an honest gentleman." I throw my nose up in the air and feel myself resist.

"He ... he will get me out of ..." I am stopped suddenly as my captor slaps my face, repeating that I must not have heard him. "You are not longer a spoiled rich girl. You are a ... sex ... slave."

I gasp and tears start flowing anew as I finally hear him. "A ... a ... slave, a sex slave?" I close my eyes, screwing up my cheeks. "Daddy will not let that happen. He will give you what you want, I am sure, for me, his only daughter."

[Ryanmo97]

"You are not here for ransom, Julie Anne. I have what I want." Then, he walked over to the cabinet and took out a pair of scissors, "Since you are now a slave, you no longer have the right to wear clothing."

He walked up to her and removed her shoes so she would be forced to stand on her tip toes. Then he started cutting off her cardigan. Once it was on the floor in tatters, he snipped each button off the front of her blouse, and then cut it off of her. Then he placed the scissors in the waist band of her skirt and cut it off of her. Then, he started to walk around her. Looking at her, standing there in just her underwear.

[JulieAnneC]

"No! Please, Daddy will pay you and you can buy whatever you want." Tears now flowed at such a rate as to form two wet marks on the floor. "You can buy yourself however many women, uh, slaves that you want. Please, just call."

He approaches me with scissors and I flinch, trying to avoid him. "Don't ruin my clothes, please? I love them, and my Daddy gave me this sweater for my birthday." He pulls my shoes off, and I struggle trying to balance on my toes, only staying upright because of the chains holding my arms taut, chafing at my wrists. "Please, do not do that," as he cuts away my sweater, blouse and skirt. "My birthday ..."

I open my eyes, and for the first time, see my kidnapper, learing at me, a cruel smile as he observes my garter belt and sheer stockings and lacy silk panties and bra set. I try to cover myself, but am quickly yanked back to reality by the tightness of the bondage.

"Stay away ... you!"

[Ryanmo97]

"mmm... I bet Daddy doesn't know that you used to wear such sexy underthings... Too bad I have to cut them off." He then walked behind her and unfastend her bra, then he cut each strap and let it flutter to the floor. Then with two quick snips her panties joined the rest of what was of her clothes on the floor. Then he continued his walk around he as she stood there naked.

"Now, my dear, how about I tell you about the rules you will live your life by from now on...

1. From now on, You are my sex slave. You live only to please me. I intend to keep you until you no longer please me. I may even let you have my child. If you displease me, you will be punished.

2. You will never hurt me in anyway.

3. When you do speak, you will refer to me as Master, or Sir. You can talk, in a normal voice, about yourself, your home, your family, whatever, but no begging.

4. When I put my cock in your mouth, You will suck on it and lick the shaft, whatever I want. But if you ever, ever bite me… I will cut out your tongue.

5. There is a shower, a mirror and toilet, in the bathroom. I’ll let you clean yourself up from time to time, but you’ll almost always be bound, and I’ll be there to watch you closely. You will keep yourself clean and beautiful for me. I will punish you if you let yourself slide. I want your teeth brushed and clean, your breath fresh with mouthwash, your hair clean and brushed, your legs shaved and soft, and your face made-up nice.

6. If you are very good, and you prove to me you can be trusted, I’ll give you rewards. Rewards might be having dinner upstairs, in the house. You’d still be bound, of course, so you couldn’t run away, but maybe not quite so severely. Or maybe, I’ll take you for a walk in the woods.

If you break any rule, you will be punished. Punishment could be beatings, whipping with a belt, or, If you truly anger me, I will kill you.

Do you understand the rules, I have set forth, Julie Anne?"

[JulieAnneC]

Understand the rules! I didn't even hear any of them except for the first, which I can not even begin to contemplate.

"I cannot ... I don't understand! Sex slave! No, no way. Not me. I cannot be."

I snuffled back the next batch of tears. "I don't want to be here. Why can't you find someone else, someone not as, uh, ..." I am afraid to finish my sentence.

"Please, please let me go."

[Ryanmo97]

I shook my head, "I'm sorry dear. But this is all your Daddy's fault that you are here. If he wouldn't have forced me out as CEO of my company you'd be back at school... Now... I'm going to go over the rules again..." I repeated the rules and said, "Now... I'm going to make us a little dinner... I'm sure you must be hungry... How about you take this time to think about your situation?" I gathered up the rags that once were her clothes and headed upstairs. I turned off all the lights except for a spotlight over her head.

[JulieAnneC]

"No, don't go. Wait!"

I am terrified, but even more scared as my kidnapper leaves me, bound, no prospect of going free. I try to look around, but instead am blinded by the single bright spotlight, casting light on me as if I am on display in a museum. I start to sob, my body shaking as much as allowed in the tight "X" I am pulled into.

What have I done to attract him, draw him to me. I know it must be something I have brought on myself. I start to think through the day, the week. That book! He must have seen me check out that Marques de Sade book in the library! I clench in fear over what he may find in that, and finally start to think through the rules he has laid out. Always in bondage, tied, chained? I feel the coolness of the chains with my fingers. And for him to put his cock in my mouth? I wouldn't know how.

Trembling, I try to dry my face by shrugging my bare shoulder. How humiliating, standing here under a spotlight, for all, for anyone to see. Naked. I chill, and my body is covered with goosebumps, the nipples standing at attention in front of my firm breasts.

Who will find me? My roommate won't know that I am missing. She probably won't even come home this weekend, shacking up with that boyfriend. And Daddy knows I won't call during my week in New York, not wanting him to bias my studies. I don't have much choice. Was there a rule about yelling? I don't remember now. There was something.

"Help! Get me out of here! Hey!!!"

[Ryanmo97]

Ryan went upstairs and made a couple of grilled chicken breasts, some oven roasted potatoes, and a green salad. He cut up the chicken and salad in to easy to bite pieces then he put all the food together in a dog dish and he filled another dish with water.

Then he walked back downstairs with the dishes and turned the lights back on, "You can scream all you want. This room is sound proof, but it doesn't really matter because we are in the middle of nowere and no one can hear you anyway. Well, Julie Anne, I hope you had some time to think about your situation. He set the dishes on the floor and then he removed her arms and legs from the shackles. "Now, I should let you know that the door is locked by a four digit combiation that only I know. And, it only allows 5 wrong guesses per day then you can't enter another guess for 24 hours. Now eat up..."

[JulieAnneC]

I rubbed my arms, crossing them in front of me, barely covering my breasts. Flexing my feet, employing strategies I learned to restore circulation from my many trips on Daddy's jet.

I looked over at the lock and around the room at the padding, trying to convince myself that what he is telling me, what my brain is telling me, is not true. My situation is not hopeless. I can get out of here.

My kidnapper sets the bowls of food scraps and water on the floor, and I look at them out of the side of my eyes, the aroma of the chicken stimulating my appetite, but unwilling to give into any comfort, any Brownie points that this evil man is attempting to win from me.

"Uh, I don't think so. What are you thinking, I am a ... a dog!" I blow out a breathe of exasperation. "I only eat off of fine china, my Grandma's, and use linen tablecloths and napkins." I suddenly remember my pearls and reach up to touch my Grandmother's gift to me, but realize that they are missing. My tears cloud my vision again.

"May I at least have them, my pearls?"

[Ryanmo97]

Ryan looked at her through squinted eyes when she told him that she only eats off fine China, and tableclothes and napkins. He was getting ready to take the food dishes and dump them over her head. But, when she asked that her pearls returned to her. He smiled as an evil thought ran through his head.

He reached into his pockets at took out the pearl necklace and earrings, "Oh, you want them back... I'll tell you what... you eat your dinner... and as a reward, I'll return your pearls to you and I will wait untill tomarrow to begin your training... But, if you don't want to do that, I can just throw them out and we can just get right to the fucking...."

[JulieAnneC]

Fucking? What is he planning? A shiver runs through my body, and I feel myself self-consciously grip my thighs together, an arm thrust across my breasts.

So, if I eat my dinner, I get my treasured pearls back, and delay for a day this evil he is planning for me. And, I am hungry. So what is eating once out of a bowl.

"Uh, okay. I am hungry ... and I do appreciate you making me dinner." For the first time, I flash him a smile, although it is very timid and forced. "Is there a fork that I can use?"

[Ryanmo97]

He smiles when she said she would eat and she smiled at him. He almost laughted when she asked for a fork, "Yeah, right... I give you a fork and you stab me with it... Do you think I'm stupid sweatheart? You were a rich, spoiled little bitch... So untill I think I can trust you, you can eat like the bitch you are... Now eat... Or I cut the string on these pearls and throw them away..."

[JulieAnneC]

I feign offense and hurt when he rejects my request for a fork. "I would hope our relationship could be built on trust," I snort.

I reach for the bowl you are still holding, and am put off by all of the food being mixed together, the lettuce mixed with the potatoes and the chicken. Daintily, I pick out a piece of chicken and as I pinch it between my thumb and forefinger, you suddenly slap the back of my hand, the chicken hitting my breast before tumbling to the floor. You put the bowl on the floor, and pull on my hair, forcing me to my knees.

"I thought you were brought up properly, and knew the proper way to eat?," you laugh as you set the water bowl down beside the food. Placing your hand on the back of my head, you pressure me into to lowering my face into the mixed salad. I lap a leaf of lettuce into my mouth and look up at him.

[Ryanmo97]

I smiled as I wached her eat her dinner from the bowl like an animal. "There... that's a good girl... eat up all your dinner. You are going to need all the strength you need for tomarrow..." When she was all done, I helped her to her feet and took her to the door next to the main door. Behind the door was a small room.

There wasn't realy much in the room except for a small cot with a mattress. There was also a small bathroom, with a shower stall with clear glass, a toilet, and a sink. I set her down on the bed and put her left leg in a shakle "This shackle is long enough to reach the toilet but not the shower." I kissed her on the cheek, "Good night..." Then I closed the door of the room and locked it.

[JulieAnneC]

I am shocked by the state of the room he has led me to. I am oblivious to his locking my left leg in its shackle until he mentions the limitations the short length of chain will force on me.

As I turn to protest, he kisses me on my cheek, and I quickly turn my head, more in disgust than fear.

"You expect me to ..." Click! The door locks behind him and really now, not for the first time, but maybe sinking in more deeply, that sound, that click, sends a shockwave of fear through me. Quietly, to myself, I finish my sentence. "... live in this squalor? Forever?" I sob, and get on my knees, my hands covering my face, displacing the stream of tears.

I look around the room, and say to no one. "This is not a bedroom. Where are the frilly linens, the soft pillows, the warm plush carpet? And that bathroom! Hah! It is not only unfit for a lady of means, but the poorest tramp could find better." I reach down and touch the heavy steel buckled tightly around my ankle, and lift the chain, dropping it with a clunk on the floor. Picking it up again, I walk backwards towards the bathroom, laying it in as straight a line as possible, but it does indeed come up short of the shower. I take one step back to the commode, and sit, my head in my hands. Suddenly, I look up and realize that he has left me no toilet paper to clean myself with either.

"Hey! Hey! How can I abide by your rules if you," more quietly now, "won't allow me the basics?"

[Ryanmo97]

Ryan walked back into the room with a roll of toilet paper. "I'm sorry I forgot to leave you any toilet paper." He set it on the sink, "Now, little missy let me tell you something... If you want to live a life that you are some what use to with clothing, food on a plate, silverwear, a nice bed, frilly linens, soft pillows, warm plush carpet, and a nice bathroom. You better learn to follow my rules... Understand?"

[JulieAnneC]

I bow my head sheepishly, taking the roll of toilet paper from my captor. "Yes, uh, Sir. I do understand."

I suddenly realize he is looking at me, and I blush a deep red and shield myself.

"Sir. May I suggest that we try by starting with my fancy clothes and furnishings. Well, it doesn't have to be too fancy. But as we discussed, why don't why start from the basis of trust. I am sure I can follow your instructions, and do what you ask." I cringe at the thought of putting his penis in my mouth. "If I don't meet your expectations, then you can take something away from. But I can earn it back."

I flutter my eyelashes at him. "Please?" I realize I just violated one of his rules. "I mean, that is just a suggestion that I think deserves consideration."

[Ryanmo97]

Ryan thinks for a moment, "OK I'm a reasonable man... I'll tell you what... You make a list of 5 general things that you want and I will give them to you. But if you don't follow my rules I will take them away one at a time."