My Daughter's Best Friend (Ryanmo97 x THAT1AMETHYST)

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Ryan Morris
Age: 40
Height: 5' 11"
Weight: 195 lbs.
Hair: Brown
Eyes: Hazel
Body Type: Athletic

Ryan Morris was a very successful business man. At the age of 40, he was the owner of a very successful public relations firm. He had a beautiful 18 year old daughter, Gwen. Life couldn't seem to be better. But, there was one thing missing, Ryan's wife, Taylor. She was killed in a car accident 10 years ago. It was hard but Ryan was able to raise Gwen and work at the same time.

Ryan never remarried or dated. He figured that once Gwen was off to college he would find someone. But, that was before Gwen's friend, Alexis, came to town. She was absolutely gorgeous and he had to have her. He had a secret dungeon built in his basement for him and his wife to use before and after they had Gwen. He did some upgrades and soon it was ready for Alexis to become its new permanent resident.

Ryan was doing some work at his office at the house. He was wearing a blue polo shirt, tan slacks, and black shoes. He heard the doorbell ring. He smile because he knew it was Alexis. She and Gwen were going to have a sleepover that weekend because Alexis' parents were going out of town and they didn't trust Alexis home alone. Gwen wasn't home, she was at her job at the mall. Even though Ryan was rich and could give her anything she wanted, Gwen wanted to work to earn some money of her own. Ryan opened the door and smiled at Alexis, "Hi, Alexis... Come on in... I just got a call from Gwen, she's going to be late..."
 
Alexis Behrens
Age: 18
Height: 5' 7"
Weight: 125 lbs.
Hair: Dark red
Eyes: Green
Body Type: Thin

Alexis had known Gwen for years, they'd been friends in middle school, thus her parents were absolutely fine with her stays at the Morris house. Alexis planned to go to college in New York, which she'd just spent the past week visiting. Her parents were still gone on a vacation. She didn't really know what she wanted to do in life, high school hadn't introduced her to any hobbies she was interested in pursuing.

Alexis had been single since her sophomore year, when Logan had moved to Texas. They'd been dating for two years and the break-up had been hard. She'd never really felt like being with anyone else after that. She felt like she had a connection with Ryan in that way, although his grief was something much greater. You couldn't Skype dead people.

Ryan opened the front door with a smile, "Hi, Alexis... Come on in... I just got a call from Gwen, she's going to be late..."
"That's okay, I need to get settled in anyway. It's great to see you again, Mr. Morris." She shook his hand and hoisted her bag inside the house, grinning at her best friend's father, "How are you doing?"
 
Ryan was a bit nervous as Alexis walked in. He had been planing this night ever since Gwen told him that Alexis was sleeping over. "Go ahead and take your things up to Gwen's room..." Said Ryan. He shook Alexis' hand and said, "Good to see you too Alexis. Work is good. I'm just putting some finishing touches on dinner... Would you like something to drink?"
 
Gwen met Ryan's eyes and nodded, "Yeah, it was a long journey over here. A drink would be great. Do you have Dr. Pepper?" She started her way up the stairs as she said this, dragging her heavy suitcase behind her.
 
Ryan helped Alexis carry her case upstairs. When she asked for a Dr. Pepper, he said, "Sure... I'll be right back..." He got her a glass of Dr. Pepper and put an odorless, tasteless, drug that would knock her out for several hours. He went back up to Gwen's room and said, "Here you go..."
 
Alexis drank the soda unsuspectingly and set her suitcase down next Gwen's bed. "Thank you, I needed that," she said, handing the glass back to Ryan. Suddenly she felt her vision blur and her head spin. What the hell? "Ryan, I don't feel so good." She looked into his eyes as she felt her body weight become heavier.
 
(What is Alexis wearing?)

Ryan smiled as Alexis went to sleep. Once she was out he carefully took her down to the dungeon. He placed her arms in a set of shackles that hung from the ceiling in the center of the room and her legs in a set of shackles attached to the floor. He removed her shoes and because of how high she was off the floor she was forced to stand on her tip toes.

He then headed back upstairs, he took bag down to the dungeon. Then, he took out Alexis' cell phone and sent his daughter a text message pretending to be Alexis saying that she wouldn't be staying over, she was saying the weekend in New York. Ryan then turned off Alexis' cell phone and smashed it with a hammer.

Ryan then went upstairs Gwen came home two of them ate dinner and watched TV and once Gwen went to bed, Ryan went down to the dungeon to check on Alexis.
 
(A red dress, red flats, and nice black underwear)

Groggily my mind started to clear. The first thing I noticed was that my arms were tied above my head. I looked up above my head and noticed I was in shackles. My ankles were too. A pang of fear went through my body, someone had kidnapped me and tied me up. I didn't even remember it happening. I must have been drugged.

I tugged on the shackles, they were nice and secure. Great.

I looked around at my surroundings. It looked like some torture chamber in someone's basement. My stomach was churning with fear when I heard footsteps leading to the closed door.
 
Ryan walked into the dungeon and saw Alexis struggling. He smiled and thought about all the fun he was going to have with Alexis . He walked into her line of sight and smiled, "Hello, Alexis... Welcome to your new home..." He then started to walk around her very slowly, "You are a very, very, very lucky young woman, because I've chosen you to be my new sex slave..."
 
Ryan.
Ryan was the one that walked into the room.
She'd trusted him for years. He was the one doing this to her?
"You are a very, very, very lucky young woman, because I've chosen you to be my new sex slave..."
Alexis scoffed at this comment, "Sex slave and lucky should never be used in the same sentence. If you don't let me go right now I will go to the police. You will go to jail."
 
Ryan laughed, "I don't think so... No one will be looking for you here... You see I sent a text message to Gwen saying that you weren't coming over here tonight. You are spending the weekend in New York. Now, Sunday night, I'm going to hack into your e-mail account and send a message to Gwen and your parents saying that you've run off with some guy you met in New York. No one, except for me, will no you are here..." He smiled and walked over to a cupboard and took out a pair of scissors.
 
I felt my heart quicken. He'd covered his tracks, and there was no way I was getting out of these shackles. Maybe if I screamed loud enough, Gwen would me hear me... but I couldn't do that while he was down here. He'd just muffle me right away. Ryan walked to one of the cupboards and pulled out a pair of scissors. I started to tremble, "What are you going to do with those?"
 
Ryan smiled at the fear in her voice. He walked right up to her and said, "You are now my slave, Alexis, and since you are now my slave... You no longer have the right to wear clothing..." Ryan put the scissors in the neck of her dress and started to cut it off of her.
 
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The scissor slid down the front of my dress, cutting it in half and causing it to flap open, revealing my underwear underneath. "Please stop," I said, making eye contact with Ryan. I didn't know what else to do.
 
Ryan ignored her pleas. He smiled when he saw her black underwear. "mmm Very nice..." Ryan then cut across her shoulders and the dress fell to the floor. Leaving her in just a pair of red flats and black underwear. Ryan walked around her to get a good look at her in her underwear, "Very nice, indeed. If you submit to me right now... I'll let you keep that underwear you are wearing..."
 
I scoffed, "Submit? I'm not going to submit to you. You think I care more about my underwear than my pride? My dignity." She shut her mouth. He was going to do this to her no matter what she said.
 
"So be it," said Ryan. Ryan took the scissors and cut he bra between the cup then he cut each strap and the bra fell to the floor. Then he snipped each side of her panties and the fluttered to the floor. Ryan then reached down and slipped her shoes off of her feet. Alexia was now completely naked in front of him... Ryan then started to walk around her to get a good look at her naked body. "I give you one last chance, Alexia... Submit to me now... and you get to keep your name..."
 
"Keep my name? What do you mean by that?" I asked. You couldn't just take someone's name away. "I'm not going to submit to you, you're psychotic," I said as seriously as I could manage.
 
Ryan then stood in front of her, "I now strip you have the last thing I can...Your name... From now on you will no longer be Alexia... Your name is Slave and you are my sex slave..." Ryan walked over to a cabinet and took out a large wooden paddle with three holes drilled in the end. He walked behind her and tapped her ass with the paddle a couple of times. Then he wound up and hit her ass hard with the paddle. He did this ten times, and after the tenth time he asked, "What is your name and what are you?"
 
Ryan pulled a wooden paddle out of the cupboard and walked around to my backside. I tensed up but the pain of it hitting my ass still made me cry out and tears well up in my eyes. He didn't stop, time after time he hit me until it started to go numb back there. "What is your name and what are you?"
I sobbed as I spat out, "Alexia Behrens. I am not your fucking slave."
 
"Wrong answer," He softly tapped her ass with the paddle again and then started back to the hard hits. He smacked her ass twenty times. Her ass was glowing red this time when he posed his question again, "What is your name and what are you?"
 
Each time the paddle hit my ass I let out another scream. He kept going, twice as long as before. "What is your name and what are you?" "Slave!" I cried out, "My name is Slave! I'm your sex slave!"
 
Ryan smiled as he unchained her and walked her to a locked door. Inside this room was just a simple cot, a blanket, a pillow, a toilet and a sink. "For now, this will be your room." He picked up a leg shackle on the floor and attached it to her right ankle. The other end was attached to the wall by the door. "You have enough chain to walk around the room. I will see you in the morning..." Ryan walked out of the room and locked the door.
 
Ryan chained my foot to the floor before leaving the room. The door locked behind him and I immediately spilled to the floor. Don't start crying, Alexia, figure a way out of here. I looked around the room for help. It was very barren, only the bare necessitates. I would have kill for my phone right then. I felt tears fall down my cheek but I choked back the sobs. After a moment to calm myself, I stood up and sat on the cot. Wrapping the blanket around me calmed me down even more so. You'll figure this out, Alexia.
 
The next morning, after Gwen left, Ryan made a nice breakfast for his slave of waffles and bacon. He walked into her room and found her asleep. He walked up to her and gave her a kiss on the lips.
 
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