Tracked and transformed (closed for thestruggle)

[Magister26]

Benjamin Harris, 35 years old, was a thriving lawyer known for his devotion to the community and the fact that he had never lost a trial. As one of the state's star lawmen, Benjamin was given the toughest and most complicated cases and he always found a way to win. As a perfectionist, he asked the best from all his employees and was seen as a fair but demanding boss, sometimes even to the point of being tyrannical.

No one knew that behind that polite and passionate facade, Benjamin was a rough and perverted man who stayed single not because of his devotion to his work but because he saw women as toys to be discarded once he grew bored of them. When Harris started his relationship with this redhead, at first it was playful but as they continued to speak to each other through this chatroom, he started to get more and more interested in her to the point where he asked one of the detective working for him at the office to track her down with the few informations he had.

The private eye had finally tracked a redhaired girl working in a bathing suit shop near the beach. She matched perfectly the description she had given on the web and was working alone. Smiling with satisfaction, Ben walked inside the store, admiring the bathing suit before moving towards his prey. Soon he would have for himself and she would, willingly or not, become his sexdoll. As he approached her, Benjamin whispered the nickname she had in the chatroom, looking at her with amused eyes.

 

[thestruggle]

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Name: Sophie Kerrigan
Age: 21
Height: 5'2"
Weight: 106 lbs.
Eyes: Green.
Hair: Red.​

Sophie rearranged a few of the new bikinis on the rack idly, her slim fingers passing over the soft fabric. She was currently lost in thought, wondering about the date she had been asked on for Friday night. Daniel, the guy, was nice enough but he just seemed so boring. Just like all of the guys she had dated in the past few months: sweet, eager to please, buff, and brainless. Most of all brainless. Sophie wasn't a genius herself but it was nice to have conversations about something other than the beach and how many beers someone could shotgun before puking.

She was just fed up.

A while back, just out of frustration, she had gone online to a chatroom that leaned towards older men. Sophie still wasn't sure what had pulled her to that particular room, or what had caused the first spark of interest when she started talking to a man that seemed pretty flirtatious. Well, flirtatious and a little domineering. It might've been that: she had always liked to be taken in hand, to be told what to do. Ironically, it was that very thing that made her despise listening to her father. It was why she was working in this swimsuit shop, defying her father's wish to just go to college on his seemingly endless income. Then, of course, she was supposed to disregard her degree entirely and settle down with some mindless corporate drone to pop out a few brats.

Sophie blew her red hair out of her face and gazed out of the side window. It was gorgeous out, too pretty to be stuck in here with tiny bathing suits and swimsuit coverups. Just as she started daydreaming about meeting a tall, dark stranger on the beach she heard the jingle of the bell stationed above the door. When she turned to look and see who had entered, there was only an attractive older man eyeing the store's interior.

"Hi there, welcome to Sadie's. I'm Sophie, let me know if you need help finding anything!" she called cheerfully.

Turning back to the rack, she started organizing the suits to the appropriate sizes. She became so absorbed in her task that she didn't hear the footsteps coming up behind her. A voice in her ear said, "BabyRed."

Sophie whirled and had to bite down on her tongue to keep from yelping in shock.

 

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The man moved away from her slightly, not wishing to scare her away. He wanted to play with her, make her curious about him and maybe realize that she had fantasies about meeting him in person too.

Benjamin was a tall man (about 6'3) dressed in designer clothes made for businessmen with expensive tastes. He wore a black jacket matching his pants and a red silk shirt with a black tie. He had short blonde hair and piercing blue eyes. The man looked in his mid thirties but seemed in pretty good shape and probably worked out. His large chest and big hands were clear indicators of that.


BabyRed. That was it. Just by looking at her reaction, Benjamin knew it was her. A young and gorgeous redhead with green eyes. Exactly his type. Now he needed to see how much of what she had said on the web was true.

"I knew it was you! Exactly like you described yourself on the chat. You know who I am don't you? I enjoyed our little conversations so much that I decided to come to you in person."

Having given her enough time to calm down, Ben moved back closer to her, putting one of his large hands on her shoulder, a large mischievous grin on his face. The hand on her shoulder was meant to show her that she was not given a choice. He would not leave.

"So you work in a bathing suit shop. How lovely! I was searching for something for a young friend of mine, would you accept trying some of them for me? You are exactly the same size as her!" Chuckling as he was clearly playing with her, Benjamin or Big Ben as she knew him, waited for her answer.

 

[thestruggle]

Sophie barely realized she had begun taking a few small steps backwards. The first shock of hearing that name (that name! How the fuck had he found her?) and then realizing that this man was the stranger from the chat room... Well, it was beyond bizarre. She wanted to quell the instant terror that came upon her but found herself helpless to stop the blush spreading swiftly across her pale skin, the race of her pulse underneath her delicate throat. She stumbled into a rack of swimsuits behind her and almost toppled over before she caught the rack and righted herself.

This is fucking ridiculous, her mental voice spluttered. I gave this guy, BigBen, whatever his name is... I gave him no indication of where I worked.

Sophie tugged down the fabric of her dress where it had been riding up her thighs. She took a couple of deep even breaths and met the man's gaze with eyes that were filled with apprehension. Cool it, dumbass.

“How... How did you find me here? How did you know where I worked?” Sophie finally stammered out that critical question.

She could feel her hands shaking slightly at her sides and she thrust them behind her back, before realizing the motion had pushed out her breasts. Quickly she crossed her arms in front of her chest, dropping her gaze to the floor before allowing it to float back up to his eyes. If this guy had come to kill her, rape her, dispose of her, well... She wasn't making a very strong case for her ability to defend herself.

“You are exactly the same size as her!” Ben said, jovially. His laughing sparked a new surge of fear. Had he planned his? He wanted her to model fucking swimsuits? After he had obviously stalked her? Her heart raced more.

It was the comment about her size that finally pushed her to react. She was a small girl, barely five feet tall. This stranger was over six feet, a foot taller than her. Sophie found herself wishing desperately she had worn heels today, instead of the flats that cushioned her feet so comfortably. She could've at least tried to drive a spiked heel into this creep's leg. But now, now she knew she HAD to get out of the store. There was no way she would get to a phone in time.

Time it. You only get one shot.

She met him look for look, before she shoved a rack of bikinis at him and bolted for the front door.

 

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Ben chuckled when he realized what BabyRed was really trying to do. She was trying to flee! Batting the rack of bikinis away like a fly, the tall man turned and moved against the scared girl easily. His large feets brought him within reach of his prey within seconds as one step of his was the equivalent of three of hers.

Grabbing her by the waist, he dragged her towards the back of the store, remaining completely calm if not amused.

"So darling, you are not happy to see me? I have to admit I am disappointed. We had so much fun chatting together remember?"

Shoving her against a wall, Benjamin stared at her, his face becoming more serious. " Now, listen. You realize that I wont accept no as an answer and that I am now in charge. You will comply and I will remain gentle. If you do as I say, I'll be rough, understood?" With that last sentence, he squeezed her shoulder slightly, enough to be painful but not to leave any marks on her soft skin.

Waiting for an answer from the scared redhead, Harris kept one hand where it was while the other moved against her arm playfully.

 

[thestruggle]

Sophie let out a desperate squeal as the man's arm caught her around the waist. Her mind flooded with panicked visions of being the victim of a horrible crime, broken and dead like so much used garbage. To fight back! Get free! She struggled violently against the grip of iron around her middle, panting with the exertion at trying to batter against this brick wall of a stranger.

How the hell was he so calm?! Her breathing had reached an erratic pace, her shoes clattered uselessly against the polished wood floor. His voice, when she registered what it had said, remained so cool and collected. It chilled her.

“Hey! What the-” the words were knocked from her mouth when he pushed her against the wall. “What the fuck are you doing?”

Sophie struggled briefly and then lifted her eyes to his face balefully. “You realize that I won't accept no as an answer and that I am now in charge.” She exhaled forcefully, stretching her neck out to gain height and distance away from his unwavering attention. “You will comply and I will remain gentle.”

With his hand on her shoulder she could barely move that side of her body. It was beyond galling, that she couldn't do shit about this situation. She should have bolted when he had first whispered that name. That goddamn name! Why the hell did she have to go and flirt with some potential serial killer on the internet? It was chalking up to be the dumbest mistake she had ever made

Because you were curious. Because it excited you.

That rebellious little voice in her head calmed her enough to direct some of her anger and frustration towards her own actions. She wanted to remain a ball of energy, twisting away from and rejecting his touch. His advances. But her petite frame was growing tired from the struggle, her breathing was becoming shallow. Sophie felt lightheaded, it was almost a battle to keep herself upright.

Distract him. Get some of your strength back. You can do this.

“What the hell do you want from me? How did you find me? And what the fuck do you mean by you're 'in charge'? I don't even know you!” Sophie snapped. Some of the fire she had lost came back into her eyes in a flash: her posture straightened and her hands clenched into fists.

His hand was moving up and down her arm, trailing goosebumps along her flesh. Horrified she realized her body had responded to him and she stiffened, disgusted with herself and this man of overbearing presence. He was so big, it was like he sucked all the air out of the room. How could she ever fight back?

 

[Magister26]

Benjamin was slowly getting annoyed as his BabyRed was still fighting him. Actually, he found that exciting because she was giving him reasons to get rough which he likes a lot. On the other hand, he was starting to get frustrated as he really wanted to see her in something else than this little yellow dress!

Holding her tightly against the wall, Ben thought of ways to calm her and really show her that he wanted an obedient little plaything, just like she used to be on the web. When he heard her questions, he returned to reality and applied more pressure on her body, immobilizing her completely.

"What do I want from you? I think it is clear what I want! I enjoyed the fun we had on the web and decided to have you for myself for real! I have to admit I enjoy what I see a lot...."

Noticing her plan to make him talk to lower his guard and regain her breath and her energy, Benjamin smiled and release his hold slightly, giving her hopes to flee. He actually loved to toy with the girl's mind. He would enjoy the look into her beautiful green eyes when she would realize that she would not escape.

As she started fighting back again, Benjamin harshly slapped her face and brought an hand on her neck, squeezing it slightly. Once she stopped squirming against his hold, he slapped her again, this time even more roughly, leaving a red mark on her pale flesh.

Bringing his face close to hers, Ben whispered: "Listen well now bitch, it seems you prefer it when I go rough so I'll go rough on you. You will try some swimsuits for me right fucking now, then I'll decide what I will do with you. If you try something stupid again, I will hurt so fucking bad that you keep a souvenir from it understood?"

Grabbing a bikini that he had noticed before, Big Ben tossed it at her then slowly moved back, allowing her some space to dress.

"Hurry up, and don't forget, no stupid moves."

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[Magister26]

Double post

 

[thestruggle]

When BigBen rendered her immobile Sophie emitted a whimper. How the hell was this happening? This was out of some bad movie, hopefully one where the hero would come bursting through the door at any second. Struck by the absurd image of a man rescuing her from a pile of discarded swimsuits, Sophie fell quiet for a moment. Her mind was a total snarl of emotions. If she allowed herself to think back to those conversations with this man, she would remember that she HAD enjoyed their interactions. But she hadn't been serious. She was flirtatious by nature and yeah, so what? It had been exciting to be controlled, even if it was just in text. Better that it really had just been in words, not doing. She could barely stand the grip his hands held her in.

When he relaxed his hold she snapped back to reality. What was this? Was it a trick? Did he actually believe she had calmed down? These thoughts all occurred within a split second; rushing and tumbling over each other in her immediate stream of consciousness. Now or never! Energized by the voice in her head Sophie instantly began bidding for her escape once again. She could make it! This creep would be toast!

SLAP!

The contact of his palm against her cheek left her stunned. Before she could react further to this action his hand was gripping her slender throat, milking her air supply, cowing her to stillness. Oh my God. What have I done?

SLAP!

The second slap brought a sparkling of tears to her eyes. She had never, EVER been slapped before: not even spanked as a child. She was her father's only child, one to be cherished and coddled. If it had been any other time, any other place, she would've been fighting like hell. But this, so stark, so REAL... Sophie had never been handled like this before. She didn't even tolerate guys pushing her head down during blowjobs. There was a strong urge to collapse, to weep, but it was overpowered by the shock that ran through her entire body. It was like a pulse.

“I will hurt you so fucking bad that you keep a souvenir from it, understand?” Ben said. His voice was no longer teasing. His eyes were merciless.

He threw the scraps of cloth at her after he released her, stepping back. Sophie choked down a humiliated sob. She wrung the bikini in her hands, with a sudden knowledge that it would do her no good to beg for a dressing room. That particular lesson had gone through her head, even if she wasn't aware of it yet.

“I-I...” her voice failed her. She swallowed; her mouth had gone completely dry. “Y-yes. Okay.”

She turned her back to him, hopelessly trying to shield her body from his scrutiny. Her hands went behind her back to the zipper of her yellow sundress, finger shaking as the dress split open in the back to reveal her cream colored skin. Sophie blushed scarlet with shame when she realized he would see that she wasn't wearing a bra. She had done it on purpose, liking how the dress hugged her body and supported her breasts on its own. Now she regretted that decision bitterly.

She pushed the slim straps down her shoulders, hoping that her hair would cover her chest and back to some small degree. She tried to put her mind somewhere else. As the front of the dress fell away to her hips she quickly clasped the bikini top to her chest, then she faltered as she realized she would have to clear her hair away to tie the halter. Sophie heard nothing except her own jittery breathing and his measured silence.

Reaching back, she pulled her hair to the side and swiftly tied the halter strap around her neck. The cloth rasped against her skin, and she tried to ignore it as she tied the back as well. That's when she realized she couldn't take it anymore. He would see some part of her exposed, and it wasn't fair.

With resentment, she turned around to face him, clutching the dress at her stomach. It was rising up on her thighs from her constant wrenching of it, but she barely noticed. Just as long as she kept covered. Humbly Sophie asked, “Can you please...Can I have some privacy?”

 

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With a satisfied grin, Benjamin allowed some space to change into the bathing suit. Finally the girl had understood that obedience would be better for her. He thought: How strange what a few slaps can teach to a little daddy's girl, probably used to get everything she wants, when she wants.

As she turned around, covering herself shyly, BigBen chuckled as he would inevitably see her naked soon enough. Better to leave her her illusions for now. As the yellow dress slowly moved down her body, revealing her naked back and her curves, Ben whistled, understanding his prey more and more as he spent time observing her. BabyRed was a little tease, probably curious about her sexuality but still inexperienced, if not a virgin. How lovely!

"Tsk, tsk, tsk....What a dirty little girl you are sweetie. No bra? I guess it makes you feel more comfortable and sexy working braless? I agre...I never liked them. When a girl doesn't need support, she should not wear any."

As she finished tying the top, she turned around to face him. She was blushing from shame, trying desperately to cover herself with her dress, clearly not willing to remove it completely. She had tried to find ways to remain covered without disobeying but Ben had chosen this exact spot for that reason. He would see some part of her, would she want it or not.

"Privacy? Why would you need privacy? You will remove the rest of dress right now and put the bikini bottom. I let you choose which side you will show me, but I am not leaving and you are not either."

Taking his cellphone, Benjamin started to record what remained of her first little show, creating his first argument to ensure her compliance later.

 

[thestruggle]

Sophie had already known what the answer was going to be before she asked the question. It had been a futile attempt, one last stretch to maintain dignity. She knew that once she performed this action for him that she would cross a line. A line for her, a line for him? Sophie just knew that any possibility of her escaping would go out the window. Somehow an escape in a bikini just didn't seem all that plausible. It wasn't so much that she feared being murdered or raped now, no. Now it was the threat of physical violence. It rankled to know that she had shown weakness to him and he could use it against her.

The comments before about her bra had already caused an even redder flush to travel down to her chest, turning her practically beet red. This made the impending strip even more ridiculous. She bit her lip so hard it bled, sliding her trembling fingers into the waistband of her sundress. She turned and faced the wall, thinking that some guy seeing her ass was much less humiliating than an exposure of her pussy. Suddenly she regretted not rebelling more against her father; she should have been a stripper or gone into porn. Those professions would have made this cake for her! Sophie almost snorted at the way her mind was working.

Get it over with! Maybe he'll just go away.

She grasped the sides of the dress and lowered it to the floor, the bikini bottom clutched tightly in her fingers. Her former outfit made no sound as it puddled to the ground, leaving her backside completely exposed. Sophie clenched her eyes shut a moment as she hurriedly began the worst part of stepping into the bikini bottom. A dainty foot lifted as she held it open for her leg, then the other, and she was pulling and snapping it up her thighs. The edges were rolled until she straightened them out. When she was clothed again she breathed easier for a moment, before remembering that he had to see the front of her in the suit as well. Sophie hated him then, even more than before. There was something even more degrading than being naked in front of him, and it was this: standing in this piece of clothing that he had selected, with all of her skin just paraded out in front of him.

She crossed her arms, turned on her heel and faced him. Her mouth opened in shock. The bastard was recording this! He was taping her! Her mind screamed with new outrage, her throat practically choked on the words she longed to fling at him. In fact, a few distressed syllables did sound from her lips but they were nonsensical squeaks. She didn't care about being slapped again, this new degradation was too galling. Then something rang in the back of her mind.

It was too late now.

He had her on camera, stripping.

He would show her father.

I am so fucking screwed.

 

[Magister26]

As BabyRed turned to face the wall, choosing the least of the two evils by showing her ass to him, Benjamin focused his camera on her tight little bottom that slowly got exposed as the yellow dress dropped to the floor. Already surprised by the fact that she had not wore a bra, Ben's jaw almost fell off when he realized that she was not wearing panties either! What a lovely sight!

As he zoomed to catch her small heart-shaped butt and save it for posterity, BigBen commented on her little show:

"My god, not wearing a bra is something but not wearing panties? Deep down you are a little slut arent you BabyRed? Well again that's fine by me...."

Observing her quickly putting the bottom on, Benjamin moved back closer to her, looking down on her little frame with lusty eyes, stripping her from the tiny pieces of clothing already. Not yet he thought. Let's keep the little game on for a little while, it's so much fun to see her reactions!

Clearly amused by the fact that she was trying to cover herself, ashamed even though her body was exactly the type that should be exposed and adored, Ben grabbed her by the neck and slammed her back against the wall, whispering to her:

"Unless I told you otherwise, you will never try to hide yourself again. This body is perfect and needs to be seen. Be proud of it. Understood?"

Putting his camera back in his pocket, Benjamin started to caress BabyRed's body, slowly moving down towards her belly and the beginning of her bikini bottoms, holding her by the neck against the wall. As she stuttered again, some courage left in her, he slapped her again, making her lower lip bleed slightly.

"Tell me little one, what is your real name? Answer now."

 

[thestruggle]

Sophie squeezed her eyes shut when she heard him comment on her lack of underwear. It was so humiliating. She had been in a hurry this morning and hadn't wanted to fool with panties. She was paying for that decision now, the mocking tone of his voice wormed its way into her mind. Just keep your eyes away from him. Don't look at him.

When he thrust her back against the wall she made an instinctive noise of protest, her small body was unused to such handling and she couldn't help it. She knew that her fair skin would be bruised the next day, or maybe even that evening. Sophie bruised if she bumped into a table, never mind getting shoved around like this.

“You will never try to hide yourself again. This body is perfect and needs to be seen.”

Maybe that was true but seen by him? Didn't she get a fucking say in who saw her body? She squirmed when he began to touch her, the invasive movements of his fingers made her want to twist her body away from him. Why? Why is this happening? Sophie squeezed her eyes shut, like a small child that believes if something can't be seen it can't be real. Blinded, she still felt his fingers.

It was real. He didn't go away.

When his hand dipped lower she uttered a quiet moan, terrified of what he was planning to do. The shop air felt cold on her bare skin, every hair on her arm was standing up at the chill. Her mouth felt dry and full of sand, and she struggled to protest.

SLAP!

The slap caused a small split in her lower lip: Sophie snaked her tongue out and tasted the tart copper of blood. A tiny tear coursed its way down her cheek, leaving barely any trace of its existence.

“What is your real name? Answer now.”

She didn't want to tell him. He didn't deserve to know. It's like giving up a part of me, as bad as his fingers on my fucking skin. She wanted to resist, to tell him her name was fuck you! She had been proud, haughty, and now she was a shell. Or at least that's what she felt like. As much as her resistance pulled her in one direction, her fear and the taste of blood on her tongue swiveled her back to compliance.

Her lips opened. “Sophie. My name is Sophie.”

 

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BigBen licked his lips and leaned against his prey, bringing his mouth to her left ear, licking its tip. He then whispered softly:

"Sophie? What a beautiful name! You have soft skin Sophie....I suppose you take good care of your body....Mmmmm, the things I have in mind right now....I don't think its polite to say them...."

Laughing, he sank his hand inside Sophie's bikini bottoms, curious to see if he was right about the fact that she would be cleanly shaven down there. Using all his self control, Benjamin only pressed his fingers against her pussy, having decided to wait to test the beautiful flower that rested between her smooth legs.

He wanted to play with her mind, make her ashame of herself for all that dirty talk on the web and wished to humiliate her fully. That way, when he would turn her into his sexdoll, her pride and her haughty attitude would be all but erased from her mind.

Pulling his hand from her panties, Ben moved away from her, releasing his chokehold.

"Now sweetie, you will grab your keys and close the store. I let you decide the reason you will give your boss. We are going to leave and you will bring me to your apartment. If you have the idea of trying to escape, I will send this to your father, to your friends and post in on a porn channel. We can see your pretty face on that video....So keep your combative attitude for later, when we'll be in bed...."

Ben started to move towards the backstore, keeping an eye on her while playing with his cellphone, a clear warning that he was serious about the video.