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Ryan Morris
Age: 35
Height: 5' 11"
Weight: 195 lbs.
Hair: Brown
Eyes: Hazel
Body Type: Athletic.

Ryan Morris was a self-made millionaire. Due to some great investments, he was able to make a lot of money and retire early. He build house in the mountains near Lake Tahoe with all the amenities, full electricity, Satellite TV and Internet. But, he had a secret obsession. He wanted a woman as a sex slave. He knew he could find a woman online would would be willing to be his slave. But he wanted to kidnap a woman and force her to be his slave.

He built the basement of his house into a dungeon to keep his new slave in and once that was done he headed to L.A. to begin Phase 2. For Phase 2, he set up a talent agency. Then he put ads in all the papers announcing his opening and that he was looking for fresh new undiscovered talent. After several weeks, Ryan still hadn't found just the right girl. It was the end of the day, "Grace... Please send in the last girl then you can go ahead and leave." Soon the door opened and then the girl he had been looking for walked in.
 
Name: Desiree Collins
Age: 21
Height: 5’ 2”
Weight: 115 lbs
Hair: Fiery Red
Eyes: Crystal Blue
Body Type: Petite
Bust: 32 Cs

Her last few months in Los Angles have been disappointment after disappointment. Tons of casting calls all leading to no job and worse, no money. She didn’t want to go back home to her small country town. Walking out on her daddy and momma like she did to pursue what she thought would be such an easy career. Little did she know 6 months later she would be living off ketchup packets and a cup of hot water.

Fiddling with the hem of her shirt, she continued to go over the lines on the paper. “Mr. Morris will see you now.” The lady in the pencil shirt and tight blouse announced to Desiree. Giving a soft smile she stood up with her purse and lines in hand, “Thank you ma’am.” Entering the modern office with the glass desk and two odd looking chairs, Mr. Morris looks up. Shyly, she sets her things down at the little table near the door and stands at the mark in the middle of the room. Her short black skirt and sheer blouse maximized her ample breasts. Her height extended to 5’6” with the 4” heels she was wearing.

“I’m ready to begin when you are Mr. Morris.”
 
Ryan smiled when he saw Desiree walk in. She was absolutely perfect. Ryan got up and walked over to Desiree. "Very good... You want to get down to business good..." Ryan walked over to a video camera and turned it on. "All right, this is Desiree Collins... Here to audition for the part of Gwen... OK, Desiree... Before we start how about you tell us a bit about yourself."
 
“Well.” She hesitated before beginning. “My name is Desiree Collins. 21 years of age. I am 5’ 2” tall without heels. I came from a small town in Kansas in hopes to become an actress.” Watching him glide over the floor as he leaned back on his desk, she took her hands behind her back. Not knowing what each director wanted, Desiree found herself always rambling at this part. “Is there anything else you would like to know sir?”

Moving her feet from one side to the other, she waited patiently for him to say something. Scared to death she would forget the lines she just studied for the past 3 hours waiting for her chance.
 
Ryan smiled. He was waiting for just the right moment because she had to think that she was still auditioning. "You say you come from a small town in Kansas... Tell me about about you and your family... How well do you get along with them?"
 
Desiree smiled at the thought of her momma giving her a warm hug when she came back from school just a few years back, then frowned when she thought of now. “Well Momma stayed home and took care of my sister and brother while poppa worked in the farm.” The southern accent started to come back in small amounts. It was the one thing that she tried to keep remain hidden from all casting calls after the first one she went to.

“ Poppa worked out on our farm a lot. He would come home to his girls and son. Then he always kissed momma on the cheek while she finished up supper.”; Beginning to rock back and forth on her heel uneasily. “They are not too happy I’m out here trying to pursue my dream of becoming an actress. They think I am foolish for doing it and I haven’t spoken to them in six months.”

Something she wasn’t very proud to acknowledge was her silence with her parents. Mentioning it now made her think how much she really missed them.
 
Ryan smiled when Desiree said she hadn't spoken to her parents for six months. This was all just too good to be true. "I see... I see... Now As you know Desiree. This show is called "Malibu Beach." and it will require you to be in a bikini from time to time... So now I would like you to strip down to your bra and panties and then I want you start reading the scene..."
 
She knew that this would come about from time to time and was thankful that the last bits of undergarments were the best ones she had. Leisurely Desiree undressed in front of Ryan, leaving on the white delicate lace push up bra, matching thong, and the 4” black heels. She didn’t need the push up bra with her perky 32 C natural breasts, but it never hurt to have more cleavage when she went to the casting calls. Laying the clothes on the chair to her left, she returned to the marked spot taking a deep breath to calm her nerves.

“The girl I am portraying is Angelique.”; stating calmly before beginning. She had tried to remember the words on the sheet of paper, reminding herself that Angelique was a quiet girl but always seemed to find herself in trouble.

“I’m sorry officer I was speeding. I didn’t know what the speed limit was.”; twirling the end of her hair around her finger. “If I get another speeding ticket, my insurance will cancel me. Isn’t there anything I could do to maybe change your mind and forget about it?” Biting her lip for the more of the dramatic flair, she continued on. “I mean, I know such a hard working man like yourself would appreciate a full backrub on the beach to relax.” A playful smile appearing to keep in character, Desiree turned her focus towards Ryan. “I would do almost anything for this.” In her own way saying how desperately she needed this job.
 
Ryan smiled as he looked at Desiree in just her bra and thong. When Desiree reached the line about doing anything he said, "You'd do anything huh... Let's test that... I want a better look at that body of yours why don't you take off your bikini?" Ryan looked up from his script and waited for Desiree to start to strip.
 
She had never had a casting call ever request her to be in the nude, but this job was her last resort before returning home and face the ridicule of her parents. Desiree reached back and unhooked her bra, trying to make it as seductive as she possibly can. “Yes … Anything”; with a confident voice while holding the bra in place. Keeping her breasts covered, she removed the bra and dropped it to the floor. Turning before revealing her breasts, she hooks her thumbs in the waist band of her thongs. Bending over as she dragged her thongs down her legs, revealing her moist lips and airline strip patch of hair. Stepping out of the thongs, she stood back up and turns around still trying to cover herself with both hands.

“That’s if I could get out of the tickets and possible future ones too. I have a lot to offer you officer.” She could feel her left nipple budding tight as it was being toyed with her fingers.
 
Ryan smiled... "Ok, Desiree... I've seen enough... You got the part... Go head and get dress while I make us a little celebratory drink..." Ryan walked over to a little bar he had in his office. He mixed up Desiree a very special drink that would knock her out long enough to transport her to his house. Once she was clothed again he handed the drink to her. "To 'Malibu Beach...' "He said as they clinked glasses and took a drink.
 
Smiling she raises her glass. "To Malibu. Thank you for this oppertunity. I won't let you down." Taking a sip of the drink and looking around Ryan's swanky office. She takes a look at his desk to see if there is a contract Desiree is suppose to sign.

"So do I have a contract with the show and how much does it pay?"; she questioned inquisitively. Honestly Desiree didn't really care because it was a paying job. She just needed to come up with the rent money soon so she wasn't evicted and to be able to eat a full meal. Ketchup and hot water only went so far.
 
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"Yep..." Ryan walked over to the desk and took the contract out. He set on the desk with a pen on top. The contract was a complete fake, "You'll also get a signing bonus of $250,000." Ryan sat down at the desk and waited for the drug in Desiree's drink to take effect so he could being Phase 3 of his plan.
 
Setting down the now empty glass, she picked up the pen that Ryan laid out with the contract. "$250Gs? That's fa.... "; yawning in the process. "Oh excuse me. That's fantastic."

Bending over the desk and trying to read the contract in front of her, Desiree felt all of a sudden dizzy. Stumbling over her own heals, she second guess drinking the drink. With nothing in her stomach the drugs took affect quickly. She collapsed to the ground still holding the unsigned contract and pen in hand.
 
Once Desiree was asleep he set to work. He put Desiree into a large crate and then took the crate out to his van. Once she was loaded in the van, he called the men to clean out his office. When Grace came to work Monday morning she would find everything gone except for a table on the table would be a box with the things from Grace's desk and a check for $1,000,000.

Several hours later, Ryan arrived at his home in the mountains near Lake Tahoe. He took the crate with Desiree inside down to the dungeon. He took her out of the crate and placed her arms in a set of shackles that hung from the ceiling and her legs in a set of shackles attached to the floor. He left her clothes on but removed her shoes. Because of how high she was off the floor, the removal of her shoes would force her to stand on her tip toes. He then headed upstairs and went to bed.
 
Desiree started to slowly wake with her head slumped over. In still a medical daze, she tries to focus where she is. Stretching her hands trying to move, she realized that she was barely on the floor. On her tippy toes, Desiree begins to pull on the shackles holding her hands. Scared to death, screams started to erupt from her lungs. "HELLO? Where am I? HELP! HELP!

Tears began to well and over flow, "LET ME OUT OF HERE". Struggling, she started to cry hysterically. Her voice cracking, unable to stand flat footed, and with no clue where she was; Desiree was scared shitless.
 
Ryan went upstairs to his bedroom and rested for a few hours. He woke up and checked on Desiree via a series of closed circuit cameras and hidden microphones in the dungeon. He smiled when he saw her thrashing about and asking if anyone was there. He smiled and deiced it was time to revel himself to her.

He unlocked the door and entered the room, Desiree couldn't see him enter. All she could here was a door unlocking, the door opening, footsteps, the door closing and then locking again. Then she heard a few footsteps and then a man appeared in front of her, from out of the darkness. "Welcome to your new home, Desiree. I have brought you here to be my sex slave. Now, you should know that there is no way for you to get out of here. You will be here for the rest of your life. Now, I give you a choice, if you are willing to submit to me now then I will let you down, give you a nice little bed for you to sleep in and some food, before we begin our first session. But, if you don't want to submit to me, then we will just begin your training right now. So, Desiree, will you submit to me and become my slave?"
 
"Let me out of here! Please let me out of here." Desiree sobbed once more before she heard the unlocking of the door with a serious other noises. The foot steps were quiet but still hard. Trying to turn her head, unable to see anything. Closing her eyes then opening them when the dark figure appeared and started to speak.


"Who in the hell are you, you freak?" her voice demanded. "Let me out of here. I won't be anyone's slave." Her arms began to ache in the position she was in. Feeling like her arms were going to rip out of her sockets, she couldn't deal with the way she was in. "What sessions are you talking about? I want out of this." now pleading. "Please"
 
Ryan stepped into the light and she could see who it was, "I just thought I'd give you the chance..." Ryan then started to cut Desiree's clothes off. He started by cutting off each button of her blouse. Then he cut down each sleeve and the blouse fell to the floor
 
She was shocked. Here was the man that she just was in front of not so long ago for a job. Now he was before her and the one that put her into this get contraption. As he cut the blouse away she began to cry uncontrollably again. "Why? What did I do to you? Please don't."

The shear blouse dropped from her body and to the floor, giving her goosebumps from the cool damp air. "Ryan... I mean Mr. Morris. Please. Let me out of here." Desiree's pleads "Please let me out of here. I .... I will..." Never saying she will submit, she was hoping that he would take pity.
 
Ryan just ignored her as he continued to cut her clothes off. Ryan then placed the scissors in the waistband of her skirt and started to cut down. When the skirt fell off her body, he walked around her and said, "I'll give you one more chance, submit to me now, and you live a very nice life."
 
Desires never gave up a fight before, but not knowing the man in front of her she felt that was a losing battle. She now hung there in front of him in the white lace set, shivering from the cool air. "And if I don't Ryan? What will happen?" Asking the question with uncertainty, but she had a feeling she already knew. Ryan Morris had scissors and would kill her.

How she wished she listened to her father's words now. Before he coulda answer, she dropped her head. In a whisper "I'll do what I have to do."
 
Ryan smiled, "Smart choice." He removed Desiree legs from the shackles on the floor and her wrists from the shackles hanging from the ceiling. He caught her as she fell and he stood her on he feet. He took her hand and lead her to her room. The walls were painted purple. The bed was a four post canopy queen sized bed, with a nightstand on each side. Directly across from the bed was a medium sized flat screen TV sitting on a large case filled with DVDs, Blu-Ray Discs, and CDs. To the left of the TV was the door that lead out. To the right of the TV was a series of shelves that had a Satellite TV Receiver, a Blu-Ray Player and A CD player. On the wall to the right of the bed, was a vanity with cosmetics and a nice big make up mirror. There was also a door that lead to a private work out area, their were various machines for her to use and an area for her to do stretches. On the wall the head of the bed rested on, was the door to the bathroom with a bathtub and a shower stall. On the wall to the left of the bed, was a bookcase filed with books and a locked door. "Since you are now my slave you will wear what I tell you... Remove your bra and panties and hand them to me.."
 
Desiree looked around the room Ryan led her too. It was night and day compared to the other room. Comforts of home with the tv, bathroom, and bed. Which she couldn't keep her eyes off. It was bigger than she had ever slept in and it looked so comfortable. When he spoke her eyes darted to the one locked door and back to Ryan.

Unsteadily, she began to take her thong off first. Still cold she knew her nibbled would be tight and sore the moment she took the bra off. In a sigh, she let the bra drop from her arms and handed him both garments. Trying to keep some dignity and keeping herself covered.
 
Ryan took her hand and lead her to the locked door next to the bookcase he unlocked it opened the door it was a large walk-in closet.

Inside where all sorts of clothes all in her size. There were all kinds of tops, blouses, skirts and dresses. There were no pants or shorts. He pointed to the floor and showed her all the shoes. They were all Mary Jane style shoes ranging from sneakers to regular flats to pumps with a 2" heel. He showed her a large dresser filled with bras, matching bikini cut panties, and other lingerie and sleeping clothes. "Why don't you pick out some thing to wear and we can talk some more..." Ryan walked out of the closet.
 
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