Imprisoned ...

[DeliciousMaiden]

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OC:

Name: Megan Blake

Age: 21

Sexuality:
Only experienced straight, heterosexual sex – has explored light bondage as a ‘game’. Is somewhat aware of ‘submissive leanings’ she has no experience of D/s or understanding of its true nature.

Basic appearance:
See link for illustration.
Hair is naturally auburn and wavy. She is fair skinned and though slender has full breasts and matching flared hips and rounded ass giving her an elongated hourglass shape. She is 5 ft 6 and is well toned and supple.

Occupation:
She is currently studying fashion, costume & design at a local University.
She also has an interest in photography and dance which also occasionally generate a source of income for her.

Personality:
She’s creative and outgoing. Life for her thus far has been without crisis.
She’s a typical girl next door, though she’s moved away from family to study and actually enjoying the freedom of having her own little place.
She’s had a few ‘nice’ boyfriends back home and is currently popular with her peers, but hasn’t formed any serious attachments.
Her resilience is yet to be put to the test.
She’s used to safety and security.
She has no way of knowing how she will react to the unpredictable or threatening …

IC:

The last thing Megan could remember was being sat in the coffee shop. It was mid-afternoon and she had arranged to meet up with a group of friends and then head out for an early evening meal. She had arrived deliberately early so that she could go over a couple of designs and hopefully do some sketching whilst she ‘people watched’, one way she found particularly useful in getting her ideas going. She had finished her latte and taken out the pad and then … knew nothing more until she woke up in her 'prison'.

”Wh-what … “

Her voice sounded un-natural and even as she struggled into an upright position Megan knew that something was very wrong.

”Hello..?”

She expected an echo, but her voice went nowhere, it was as if her very surroundings muffled her voice and she felt strangely suffocated.
Panic filled her and she scrambled to her feet, her hands moving automatically to dust down her jeans, though in truth until her hands dislodged the particles, she had not actually realised that her clothes had become so dirty. She turned in an attempt to evade the specks that she saw hovering in the dim light, which only resulted in kicking up a further cloud which seemed to invade her throat, her eyes, even her nose making her cough and stagger across that dark room until she hit a rickety table upon which was balanced a candle.

”No… no … “

She exclaimed as she tried to protect the precarious flame, steadying the surface and seeing the wick stabilise once more, though even to her inexperienced eyes, she was sure that the light would not remain for long. With great care she picked up the candle holder and moving it slowly, she found she was in the middle of a compact room. She could already inhale the filth, but every surface it seemed was layered thickly with dust, even the blanket on which she had been laying she realised with a shudder. Slowly Megan walked around the room, just close enough to explore those peeling walls to assure herself that they were solid and afforded no exit. The first two were solid and unrelenting, but the far wall offered the tiniest chinks of light and upon closer inspection held a high window which had been boarded up, though there was no way to climb higher to test just how securely. These pinpricks of illumination suggested that beyond this room it was day, but the light shafts were too tiny to impact upon the heavy darkness of the silent room.

Almost out of hope, Megan walked to the final wall and was overjoyed to see a heavy door set in it's centre. Casting the candle rapidly aside, she pulled and pushed and turned and wrenched, but to no avail. Inevitably it was locked and its weight made it obvious that she stood no chance in freeing the lock forcibly.

At her feet the candle had died.

”Let me out!!”

She hammered on the door, desperation finally over taking her.

”Heyyyyy! Who’s there!?!?! Let me out!!”

She called over and over, until a combination of fatigue and dust lodged in her throat made her step back, coughing hoarsely to stand immobile as only her head moved to stare around the dark prison she inexplicably found herself in.
She must have been kidnapped … drugged and kidnapped … but how …?
Nothing made sense, but there was no way this could be anything other than something very very bad indeed!

Stepping back into the room, she found her way back to the table and then bending over, she located the blanket she had awoken on. Carefully so as to minimise the amount of dust she kicked up, Megan dragged it over to the tiny circle of pinpricked- light and having nothing else she could do sank down upon it, her eyes turned fearfully to the direction she calculated that the door was in.

Soon, she concluded, soon she would discover what had happened to her.
She had to try to keep as calm as she could until then.
And so she wrapped her arms about her body and rocked gently in an attempt to quell the rising panic that threatened to spill forth at any moment …

 

[LitShark]

She had arrived in the trunk of a Lincoln Towncar, as girls quite often arrived at Freddy’s front door, unconscious and clumsily bound. The delivery-man was anxious to be rid of her, as they always were, which allowed Freddy to press the advantage in negotiations. More often than not, these were middle-men, expendable fall guys tasked with taking the greater risk of transportation in the wake of the Acquisition Squad’s takedown. It was the kind of work without set prices and myriad intermediaries between the package and the buyer, each stage in the process offered its own unique opportunities for embezzlement and extortion. It might have been described as a trade secret, if not for the fact that everyone knew about it.

“I don’t take on the fly jobs like this, as I’ve already explained.” Freddy replied casually, leaning back against the couch, smoking a cigarette. “There are too many variables that I can’t control. I don’t even know who might be looking for whoever you’ve got in the trunk back there.”

“Come now, let’s not pretend that you have no reputation. I have been told that you work best on the fly as you say. That these sort of jobs are what you are known for, is it not so?” The dark-skinned man insisted from behind his Ray-Bans. He spoke well, but his accent still betrayed his Middle Eastern ethnicity. Whatever Saudi Prince held this one’s leash could afford some extra patronage. “You are haggling me, yes? This is unnecessary. My employer is a man of great wealth and influence.”

“Uh-huh…” Freddy remarked, unimpressed. He shook the ash from his cigarette into the white marble ashtray shaped like delicate feminine hands making a bowl. “Merely for the sake of indulgences, what would this man of wealth and influence want with some, doe-eyed young girl? Surely he’s not lacking high-quality pussy, a man of such means and influence.”

“No indeed.” The Transporter chuckled, wiping the corners of his mouth with black leather driving gloves. “He has many wives already, he wants an American for… convenience, I suppose is how you might say. One who will satisfy his needs efficiently, with minimal upkeep. Travel with the employer when his wives cannot, and serve others for favors when called upon.”

“A plaything.” Freddy muttered, feigning disgust, blowing smoke in the direction of the man sitting across for him.

“Your derision confuses me, this too was I told you specialize in.”

***

The envoy agreed to pay double his usual rate so quickly that Freddy cursed himself for not demanding more. The girl had been placed in the basement of the back property, as new arrivals always were. The basement was intentionally stark and dismal. It was intended as a consequence, a place to acclimate themselves to the reality of their situation. Things like natural light, blankets, pillows and food were privileges that could be earned through good behavior and taken away for bad.

Freddy slid back the slot near the top of the door and peered inside, seeing the girl conscious for the first time. She seemed afraid and unnerved, a natural reaction, one that he intended to exploit.

A large, heavy lever was thrown upward, bringing to life several rows of obnoxiously bright fluorescent bulbs along the roof of the basement, flooding the barren, dirty floor in white light. The lock made a loud thud as it was disengaged from the wall and the old oak door creaked on old hinges as it swung inward. Slamming shut again with a jarring thud.

Freddy entered the room cautiously, keeping his steel blue eyes trained on his target, his project—the new girl.

“Stay still now, don’t get up.” Freddy said in his most reassuring of tones. “I’m sure that you’re very afraid and confused. I hope I’ll be able to help you, but you might not like what I have to say. As far as anyone you’ve ever met knows, you’re dead. Your family, your friends, everyone you know or have met, you’re dead to every one of them and you’re never going to see them again. That’s the bad news. The good news is, you’re going to become something more than they could have ever imagined, something miraculous. You’ll see the world and make the most powerful putty in your hands. First, however, you’ll need to become nothing—less than nothing. That’s why I’m here.”

 

[DeliciousMaiden]

How long Megan had remained there, wide eyed, staring as she sat on that filthy blanket she had no idea. It wasn’t that she slept, for her eyes remained fearfully open, but somehow her body became dormant yet vigilant ready to react to any sound or sight. Not that she could have missed the sudden blinding light that filled her cell. Her hands flew protectively to her eyes as she struggled to adjust to the sudden contrast that was almost painful. The thud of a lock being pulled free and the opening of the door and then its heavy slam sent her into a panic as she struggled to focus, to see who had entered her prison.

“Stay still now, don’t get up.”

She was knelt on the thin blanket now as she blinked upwards at the man who stood over her. His tone seemed reassuring, but the way he looked at her and what she could see of his appearance frightened her.

“I’m sure that you’re very afraid and confused. I hope I’ll be able to help you, but you might not like what I have to say.”

She eased back sitting upon the blanket dreading what he might tell her, even though she was eager to understand what had happened to her and why.

”As far as anyone you’ve ever met knows, you’re dead.”

The words hit her as a physical blow. She paled and shook her head in mute denial.

”Your family, your friends, everyone you know or have met, you’re dead to every one of them and you’re never going to see them again.”

He could put it no clearer. How that could possible happen made no sense, but she did not doubt the truth of his words.

”That’s the bad news. The good news is, you’re going to become something more than they could have ever imagined, something miraculous. You’ll see the world and make the most powerful putty in your hands..”

She lifted her head at his encouraging tones. Could he not see that she had no interest in being ‘miraculous’, all she wanted was home and her friends and family.

”First, however, you’ll need to become nothing—less than nothing. That’s why I’m here.”

She shuddered at his words … nothing … less than nothing?
She could see him more clearly now. He was younger than she had first thought, his body lithe, but muscular and adorned with tattoos across his chest and upper arms. His hair was short and tidy, his face not conventionally handsome in other circumstances might have drawn attention, but what struck her were his eyes; despite his soft tones there was a hardness there, an unpredictability making Megan wary that his mood might flip without warning.

”Why..?”

She managed to choke out the query finally.

”I have family, studies a life … “

She told him brokenly, tears welling.

”This .. has to be a mistake … can’t you just ... put me back…?”

She would never ‘tell’ if they just released her now.

”… it can’t be me you wanted … please … “

She begged him not able to face that this nightmare might actually be about to happen to her …

 

[LitShark]

Freddy shook his head mournfully, looking down at the lovely redhead who pleaded for mercy, for impossible favors and begging for answers that he didn’t even have himself. All of that was beside the point entirely. He couldn’t blame her, clinging to hope as though it were a physical thing, a teddy bear or a blanket. Even if Freddy did have a death wish, if he set her free—they would take her again after they bumped him off. There’s less room for error when one accepts cash in advance.

“No, you’re still not getting it.” Freddy interrupted, the girl probably had at least five more “pleases” in her, but he had no interest in hearing them. “There’s nowhere for you to go back to. There’s nothing you can do to help yourself except for exactly what you’re told. Obedience is the only thing you have left to define you. Otherwise you really will be dead, and no one will ever find your body. I’m just a cog in the machine, it’s my job to teach you how to survive.”

Freddy took a couple of steps backward, away from the terrified girl, giving her a little bit of room, wanting to see what she did next. Would she make a charge for the door, or would she obey? How this first session would go depended very much on what happened next.

“Go ahead and stand up. Take your clothes off, you need to get accustomed to being naked without trying to shield yourself. Don’t hesitate, just obey.”

Freddy cracked his knuckles, watching the girl intently, his expression implacable. His eyes were locked with hers, he hadn’t looked away from her face since the moment he’d entered the room. If she could do as she was told, her chances were much better. The more obedient she proved early on, the less suffering he’d be forced to subject her to. He had to keep both his project and himself reminded that the most devious of his devices were mere slaps upon her wrist compared to what would happen if she disobeyed the money man who would eventually receive her.

 

[DeliciousMaiden]

“No, you’re still not getting it.”

His voice silenced her desperate pleas. His tone automatically commanded her attention.

“There’s nowhere for you to go back to.”

She didn’t even understand what that meant.

”There’s nothing you can do to help yourself except for exactly what you’re told. Obedience is the only thing you have left to define you.”

She had always intended to do as she was told, how else would she finally gain her freedom? Yet his words suggested that this was no ransome, no temporary state …

”Otherwise you really will be dead, and no one will ever find your body. I’m just a cog in the machine, it’s my job to teach you how to survive.”

Her breath left her in a single gasp. It was as if those words had physically punched her in the stomach. She would be dead? Her body!? Fear seemed to paralyze her and then she felt as if she would be sick as she struggled to absorb all he had told her.

“Go ahead and stand up. Take your clothes off, you need to get accustomed to being naked without trying to shield yourself. Don’t hesitate, just obey.”

She turned her gaze upwards, incomprehension clear upon her features.
She had heard his instruction, but could not believe he was serious.
Yet there was no mistaking the intensity of his gaze; he clear expectation that she would just stand and strip for him.

”Noo… “

The cry was instinctive as was the way she shrunk from him, skitting across the floor her hands clutching at the thin blanket holding it around her as a shield of protection. Tears flowed silent and unheeded as she quivered before him, her body curled into an almost foetal position knowing she was cornered and helpless with only his compassion to save her.

 

[LitShark]

“Shy… I was afraid of that.” Freddy sighed, reaching into his back pocket where the slim leather sheath housed his 8” folding knife. With a practiced motion of his thumb, the long, polished blade locked open with a curt metallic snap. “Your body exists strictly for pleasure, as a tool for male gratification. Your value is determined by your ability to serve a purpose. Your body is the only thing left to redeem you, you need to get accustomed to baring it to strangers. And if your Benefactor ever hears that word from you, he’s likely to cut your tongue out, so you should break that habit.”

Freddy snatched the girl up by her forearm, picking her up and pushing her against the wall until she was standing on her own. The hand holding the knife came forward, the dull edge pulled just under her chin. The blade he laid flat against her chest, pushing her flush against the wall, Freddy slid the smooth surface of the blade down her chest, severing buttons as it went, following the swell of her chest and the taper of her waist.

Stashing the knife between his teeth, Freddy began tugging and tearing through the cloth covering her body. He wasn’t gentle, jostling her back and forth as he pulled clothes from her shoulders and hips, both hands engaged in the process of disrobing her. Whenever a strap or stray bunch of fabric impeded his progress, the knife came back into Freddy’s hand to cut through. He moved slowly, being careful of the struggling girl, steadying her when he needed to use the knife close to her skin.

Once she was stripped bare, he kicked the ruined tatters behind himself. Folding shut the knife and putting it back into its leather sheath in his jeans, Freddy laid is palm flat against the girl’s chest, pushing her gently against the wall, five fingers against her chest straightening her spine. His eyes roved over her now, breaking eye contact to pass his inspection over her nude form. She held up quite well to his appraisal, firm—the way young things are, yet curvy in the right places. After the removal of her undergarments, nothing moved an inch, it all stayed right where it belonged.

“Yeah, yeah, I can see what they were looking at.” Freddy muttered faintly, his free hand preventing any attempts she might make to cover herself, once again making reference to her mysterious benefactors. “You’re young, that’s good. Less bad habits for you to unlearn. You’re going to need a shave though.”

At that, Freddy grasped the girl’s firm inner thigh, pushing it apart from its twin while his knee prevented her other leg from closing. His index and middle fingers moved lightly against her outer lips, gently tugging, peeling her open, as gently as he could.

“Nice color. Gently used. Yeah, that’s what’s going to earn you a life back.” Freddy went on, still seeming to be conversing with himself more than the girl who he had pinned against the wall. Nonetheless, he was careful to say “a life” instead of “your life.” Since that life was over for this girl forever.

 

[DeliciousMaiden]

Wide fearful eyes locked with his as if she could keep him at arm’s length by her terror alone.

“Shy… I was afraid of that.”

He seemed disappointed, rather than irritated or angry, but even before her drew the flick knife out of his pocket, securing the blade with one fluid movement Megan realised that it was impossible to predict the reaction of this man who claimed he was to teach her how to survive.

“Your body exists strictly for pleasure, as a tool for male gratification. Your value is determined by your ability to serve a purpose.”

She shuddered in revulsion at his words. She’d heard stories of this kind of thing, or at least was vaguely aware that certain illegal sexual practices happened, but it had nothing to do with her young life and could not possibly ever affect her, or so she’d thought…

”Your body is the only thing left to redeem you, you need to get accustomed to baring it to strangers. And if your Benefactor ever hears that word from you, he’s likely to cut your tongue out, so you should break that habit.”

The movement of his hand was quick as a snake strike. She cried out dropping the thin blanket she had held so protectively as he pulled her upwards, her breath leaving her in a rush as he pushed her against the wall. Again those steely eyes locked with hers as he brought the knife forward. She could barely whimper as he pressed it against her body and instead closed her eyes sure that he was indeed going to cut her or kill her as he’d warned her would happen.

It took long seconds to realise that the knife had been used to cut through her clothes. When he grabbed her, her eyes flew open only to see his hands pulling apart the fabric that still held its shape despite the fact that buttons and fabric shreds lay at her feet. Instinctively she struggled to try to maintain her modesty, but he was strong, incredibly strong and manhandled her stripping her layer by layer until impeded by more fastenings. Again she felt herself pinned against the wall, her breasts rising and falling in fear and exertion as he took the knife once more and holding her securely ran the knife so close to her skin before turning the blade to make short work of her bra and then her panties. She struggled again as he pulled the remnants of her underwear from her body and watched him kick the tatters behind him, her hands moving to cover herself as best she could from his unnerving gaze.

Deliberately he closed the knife and returned it to his jeans. She cried out at he reached out making her back against the wall where he held her, pulling her hands away from her breasts and placing his own hand there. Megan found her body quivering as it pressed flatly against the cold wall, her hands lowered but prevented from moving to cover her pussy from his gaze. His eyes raked over her now making her flush with embarrassment as he seemed to appraise her.

“Yeah, yeah, I can see what they were looking at.”

Her eyes widened in alarm. Who were ‘they’?
And how long had they been considering to take her like this?

[I[“You’re young, that’s good. Less bad habits for you to unlearn. You’re going to need a shave though.”[/I]

She blushed all the more hotly, but if his words humiliated her that was nothing compared to the way he reached out and forced her thighs apart ensuring that she was fully displayed to him. Yet there was more to come! He reached out and touched her! She gasped in shock as his fingers explored, grateful at least that he was gentle and did not attempt to hurt her, yet …

“Nice color. Gently used. Yeah, that’s what’s going to earn you a life back.”

She held onto his every word, but she was far from reassured by his prediction. What kind of life was she to lead if it was one where her body was constantly exploited? Already she was pinned naked against the wall with no way of avoiding his gaze, his touch. How much worse could it get?

”How can you do this?”

The question was articulated before she realised it. She didn’t understand anything about the situation she found herself in, but his role seemed the most ‘bizarre’ to her.

”This… benefactor … “

It was the word he had used, but of what benefit was this to her?

”How can you work for him… them?”

She corrected recalling that he had referred to more than one individual.

 

[LitShark]

Freddy let his arm relax slightly when the girl’s struggle stopped. She quivered and flinched like a wounded, cornered animal—of course, this was typical of new arrivals. His fingertips moved deliberately and meticulously down her chest, to her stomach and lower. His right hand remained between her forcibly held thighs. While one finger retained its grip, holding her open, the middle digit moved upward, feeling for her clit under the small, pink hood.

When she asked about the Benefactors, Freddy’s eyes snapped upward, suddenly fierce. He didn’t lash out or hurt her in any way, but his eyes communicated clearly that she was out of line asking questions on the topic of her eventual Masters. This too was typical of new arrivals, unused to yielding control, new girls all wanted answers, trying to solve the problem like a math equation, trying to understand why. There were no answers, there was no reason, no cause, no solution.

The world exists for no greater purpose than to devour her young and distribute her blessings unevenly. To those who can afford it, everything is for sale, and everyone exists merely to please them. For those of less consequence, of humbler means like this girl, there was no karmic balance to redeem them, only more suffering with greater variety. The Benefactor was a device, a tool of Freddy’s process, the oppositional force who allowed his temporary hostages to connect with him and eventually begin to trust him.

“Stay.” Freddy demanded, pushing in on her clit as though she were a butterfly that he was pinning to a board. “I’m not going far.”

He removed his hands from her rather abruptly, as he walked back across the brightly lit basement, through the door and out of the room entirely. True to his word, he returned in a matter of seconds carrying a small leather bag, not unlike an old doctor’s medical bag. The contents made a muffled metallic clanking sound as he returned to the spot where he’d pinned her against the wall.

“From now on, this is what you wear. Anything beyond this should be viewed as a luxury, a privilege, a reward for good behavior.” Freddy’s face leaned in close to hers, close enough for his breath to toss a few long strands of strawberry hair from her face as he slid the worn, brown leather collar around her slender throat. “Your collar will identify everything about you that’s worth knowing. Who you are, what you are, and who owns you. For now, you’re my slave so you’ll wear my collar. Think of it as your new uniform, the uniform of your new profession.”

After the buckle was held in place, tightly around the girl’s neck but not tight enough to choke her, Freddy used a small but sturdy suitcase lock to ensure that she didn’t try to take it off on her own. Only a Master can remove a collar, she’d need to get used to that as well.