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Introduction:

This is a new series, dedicated to the winner of my competition on tumblr.

*IMPORTANT* This is a new account for superkev123, I can no longer access my old one, so I am re-posting all my old ones here, and will also be uploading new ones.

"She's too fat," David's boss asserted as he glanced down at the surveillance photos spread across his cluttered desk.

"If she tones up a little, she'll be hot. Besides, you think all women should be anorexic." David said in Sara's defence. Sara was short, only about 5' and not at all heavier than she should be. However, she was blessed with long auburn hair and flawless porcelain skin. Her weight was well proportioned and David was determined that she would be his.

David's boss quipped, "And what if you decide you don't like her. Then what do I fucking do with her?"

David hated this man. He was such a scumbag, from his greased hair to his pinky ring. Fat and squat, he was disgusting.

"She'll tone and you'll have a beautiful girl for sale." David begrudgingly pointed out. He knew he would never allow this to happen to Sara, but he had to convince this asshole that she was worth the effort and expense.

His boss gave in, "I suppose you are one of my best employees. Okay, she's yours... Happy retirement." He slid the photos back across the desk to David. David carefully tucked them back into the tattered folder.

David couldn't help but grin as he walked out of the office. It was almost three years ago since he first saw her. At the age of 23, he made a feeble attempt to return to college after being in the Army for eight years. The first class he attended was freshman English. It also happened to be where he met Sara. She was 19 and was very shy. She rarely spoke or made eye contact with anyone. Most men would look at her and see only a snob, but David saw her as a potential submissive. He was convinced he was right when he read her story.

Sara was a talented writer and the professor took the liberty of making copies of her work for the class. It was around Halloween and they had received a creative writing assignment to write a short horror story. Sara's story was about a girl that was stalked by an obsessed man and forced to confront him. The story was not erotic, but it had BDSM undertones that captured David's full attention.

He tried to talk with her a few times, but she always scurried away from him. He supposed he probably was intimidating to her. He was over 6 feet tall, 6’2” to be precise and had blond hair with stormy blue eyes. Even at that time, he had several tattoos on his slightly muscular arms that enhanced his imposing appearance.

On the last day he attended class, before starting his current line of work, he cornered her in the hallway.

"Hi, my name's David. You're Sara, right?" David offered his hand to her. He was born with the ability to charm. He had a warm smile and a slight southern accent that melted even the iciest women.

"Yes." Sara replied too sharply and ignored his gesture.

"Listen, I know you don't know me very well, but I'd like to change that. Would you like to get some coffee?" David asked in his sweetest tone.

"No, I'm late for class." Sara literally turned her nose up at him and walked away.

David was incensed. He had never been rejected so harshly. David tracked her for the rest of the day and followed her home. Something stopped him from doing anything to her that night. He sulked home and continued to think about her.

Over time, he found himself continuing to watch her from afar, and he began to notice that she did not visit any family or seem to have any friends. His curiosity got the best of him and he began to delve into her past.

He continued thinking about these things as he walked back to his room to continue his plans to soon capture Sara. He knew she was going to be a challenge.

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David awoke several hours before dawn on Saturday, May 20th. This would be the day of Sara's abduction. After crawling out of bed, he went to his closet. He slipped on a pair of old jeans and a black t-shirt. Next, he went into his bathroom to shave and brush his teeth. When he was finished, he hastily called the two men that were going to help him. In his line of work, he found that the quiet ones usually gave them the most trouble.

It was about 5am and Sara was asleep in her bed. Her only other companion, Perseus, a large grey cat, was sleeping by her feet. Yesterday was Sara's last final for the semester. She slept peacefully knowing she had the next two weeks off before she started her summer job. Suddenly, the serenity of their slumber was interrupted when Perseus jumped off the bed upon hearing the living room window being pried open. Sara remained motionless and unaware of the impending danger that loomed, as the cat searched for a place to hide.

Sara jerked awake to find two pairs of strong hands pinning her legs and shoulders down. Her heart pounded in her ears as she struggled to get free. Sara started to scream, but a hand was placed over her mouth. The hand was covered by a leather glove.

"Shh...It's okay." A third person spoke to her in a calm voice. She could only see his towering silhouette in the dark room. He moved towards her from the foot of the bed and she felt his hand grab her arm. Sara tried to pull it away.

"Don't move, honey. I don't want to hurt you," the voice drawled.

Skilfully, the man inserted a hypodermic needle into Sara's arm. She felt her arm start burning as the contents of the syringe were injected into her. She continued to struggle as her ears started ringing. Soon, the room was enveloped in darkness.

Sara awoke from her nightmare in a strange bed. She was lying on her stomach still dressed in her pyjamas. As she lifted her head, it started pounding. Her ears were ringing a little. She struggled to think clearly. She managed to flip herself over and tried to look around. She was not in her house. This place did not look familiar to her. She saw a few doors, a small refrigerator, and a dresser with a television on it. There was one small window near the ceiling, but she could only see blue sky from the bed. In an alcove, she saw some exercise equipment. There was also a small desk with a computer and a clock. It said 10:12.

Tentatively, she sat up. Her head pounded even harder in rebellion and she noticed that she was also nauseous. She willed herself to try to stand. She slid to the edge of the bed and lowered her legs down. They wobbled as she stood and took a small first step. Hobbling to the closest door, she opened it. It was an ordinary bathroom. She moved on to the next door, finding a closet. It was mostly filled with t-shirts. She reached in to examine one. It was an old Metallica shirt. Sara's heart began to race as she quickly put it back. She realized she was likely in a man's room. Her head spun again as she tried to remember how she got there.

I was kidnapped! Her mind screamed at her in terror. She dashed to the last door in the room. Frantically, she tried to open it. It was locked. She continued pushing and pulling on the door in vain.

To her surprise, it suddenly swung open. A tall man stood in the doorway with an amused look.

"Going somewhere, dear?" he asked with a subtle southern accent.

Sara froze in fear.

"Hi, I'm David." He spoke casually as if they were meeting like normal people.

Sara stared at him in shock; he looked familiar. Her eyes drifted down to his tattoo covered arms. On his left arm there was a Chinese dragon that appeared to wrap around his entire arm. His right arm had various designs that melded together. Some of them looked like they were military insignia.

The memory of her meeting him hit her suddenly along with the comprehension that he must have been stalking her ever since.

David followed her gaze, "Do you like my tattoos?" He asked with a charming smile as he closed the door behind him.

Sara gathered enough courage to speak.

"Where am I?" She asked while she took a few steps back.

David didn't answer her right away. He turned around and entered some numbers on a key pad next to the door. Sara hadn't noticed it in her earlier scan of the room. He walked over the bed and sat down. His eyes burned into her. Sara shifted uncomfortably as she stood before him.

"My room." He finally responded. When he spoke, Sara saw that his tongue was pierced.

Sara shifted her weight again. She looked out the window. In the distance, all she could see were trees. It looked like she was at least a story up.

"Will you at least tell me what you want with me?" She nervously asked as she clenched her fists.

"I want you," he simply said.

Sara's head spun. He is insane!, her mind screamed at her. It raced to think of a response.

"Want me?" She dared to glance at him. He looked in her eyes and she immediately looked away from them.

"Yes," David tried to make eye contact with her again but she continued to avoid him. "You are so beautiful, I had to have you."

Beautiful, did he say beautiful? He is FUCKING insane, she thought before blurting out, "What gives you the right to...to kidnap me!?!" Sara backed even further away from him. So far, her survival instincts had willed her to not antagonize him, but she was losing the battle.

His long arms reached out and caught her right hand dragging her towards him. Sara tried to crouch down and use her weight to pull herself away, but he was too strong. She found herself caught between his legs. "Look at me," he commanded, "I am not a murderer. I am not going to kill you. I wish I could tell you that I won't hurt you...but, well, I won't lie to you." He smiled and waited for her reaction.

Sara looked at him with wild fear in her eyes.

"You see, in addition to finding you beautiful, I think we might enjoy the same things." David wished he would have planned this part more. She looked so scared; it made him feel a little pity for her. He paused and continued, "I guess you could call me a sadist. I like to dominate women. I enjoy causing them pain; pain that they enjoy."

Upon hearing this, Sara began struggling harder to get away from him. David only pulled her closer. Her voluptuous breasts were almost in his face and he was beginning to get aroused.

"Stop," he told her, "I've seen your books and your writing."

Sara followed his gaze to the desk. She had missed that he'd stacked up a few of her books, including "The Story of O" and an S&M themed pornographic novel on it. Worst of all, was a notebook with some erotic stories and poetry she'd written. She felt suddenly sick at the thought of him knowing her secret.

She murmured, "That doesn't mean you have the right..."

"Hush," he ordered.

Sara briefly complied. She wanted so much to get away from him, but now she was afraid of what he would do to her. She knew she was in trouble. "Please let me go," she meekly begged.

"No. The first rule here is you cannot try to escape. If you do there will be severe consequences. Second, you will always obey me and treat me with respect."

Sara never felt so vulnerable. She could not control her body as she started shaking. She could barely think. Pieces of what he told her were running though her thoughts.

"Are you listening to me?" He gently pinched the back of her thigh to get her attention.

"Yes." Sara continued to attempt to escape his grasp. She was looking away from him in disgust.

"Good, take off your clothes."

Sara either didn't hear him or her mind blocked out what he said. Her mind was conjuring horrific images of being used as a fuck toy, tortured, killed, and discarded.

David was getting impatient, he had waited long enough, "Take…. Your…… CLOTHES…… OFF!"

She jumped at his abrupt change in tone. "No! Please, I can't do that."

"I understand," he said calmly. He knew she was not going to submit so easily, this was all part of the dance. David stood up, tightly wrapping his arms around her waist. He grabbed her grey tank top at the back hem and began pulling it up over her breasts. Sara screamed and tried to sink down under his arms. David laughed as he swung her around, pushing her back on the bed. He straddled her chest and pulled her shirt all the way off. She was not wearing a bra and her breasts were now fully exposed. They were round and soft yet firm. Her pink nipples seemed to beg David to touch them. He began to move his hands to them. Sara noticed and began kicking her legs trying to get him off of her.

"Yes, fight me," he muttered. With expert precision, he moved down to her shorts. Both her shorts and panties were quickly brought down to her knees. David was surprised to see that she was completely shaved. Sara flipped over onto her stomach attempting to cover herself. This allowed David to easily remove her last articles of clothing. It also gave him another surprise.

"When did you get this?" David ran his hand over the small tattoo Sara had on her lower back. In his many nights and days observing her he had never seen it. He guessed she must have gotten it in high school. It was a black cat with its back arched. It looked like a 1950's Halloween decoration.

Instead of answering him, Sara screamed for help. She clawed at the bed and attempted to pull herself away. Fearing that she would hurt herself, David took out a pair of leather cuffs he had stuffed in his back pocket. He snapped them on her and flipped her over onto her back again. He sat next her on the bed.

"Breath. Now calm down or I'll gag you." He said as he admired her beauty. He was beginning to wonder if he really wanted her to change her body shape. Her features were soft and alluring to him, from the swell of her breasts to the way her stomach was rounded a little as it met her cunt.

Sara realized that the idea of him gagging her frightened her even more. She struggled to compose herself again. Think logically. No one here is going to help you or he would have gagged you already. She bit her lip and was quiet for a moment.

David sat her up. "Now, that's better," he caressed her hair. "Have you ever seen a naked man before... In person?" He thought he knew the answer, but he wanted to hear her say it.

She remained silent.

"If you don't answer me I will have to punish you," he chastised her.

No. I'm a fucking virgin. A 19 year old virgin, these words almost came out, but Sara stopped herself. She managed to shake her head no. She could feel her cheeks start to flush red with embarrassment.

David could no longer restrain himself. He dragged her over his knees. To his pleasure, she squirmed against his lap and protested. David raised his right hand while he held her down with the other. The sound of his first slap to her ass echoed through the room. He did not hesitate continue with the spanking. His red hand prints were soon visible on her ass.

Sara bit the inside of her cheek on the first blow. She was determined not to give him the satisfaction of hearing her scream. However, her self-control did not last long. She blurted out, "Please stop." She was struggling to breathe. The pain he was causing her combined with her headache and nausea were becoming too much for her to bear.

"Answer my question," he flatly stated while paused to rub the reddened areas.

For some reason, the casualness of his response frightened her even more. She started to tremble again. She could feel tears beginning to from in her eyes. She willed herself to stop. The last thing she wanted was to seem weak to this psychopath. Stammering between shallow breaths she said, "No, I have not seen a man naked...I'm a virgin."

"That wasn't so hard, was it?" David helped her to her feet and then guided her to sit back down on the bed. She winced as her sore rear touched it.

David took a few steps backwards and peeled off his shirt.

Sara watched him in disbelief. His slightly hairy chest was firm and several more tattoos adorned it. Under normal circumstances, she would have considered him attractive.

"It's time for your anatomy lesson then." He was joking, but Sara looked terrified. Her eyes remained glazed with tears. David continued undressing. He removed his shoes and then his blue jeans. He had not worn underwear that day. His semi-hard cock pulsed upwards toward her.

Sara wanted to avert her eyes, but she could not tear them away from him.

"It won't bite. Touch it." He insisted as he sat next to her on the bed. He put his arm around her.

"Fuck you. I'm not touching your pathetic dick." Sara knew she was stupid for insulting him, but she could not stop the rage that was starting to take over.

David could not help but look amused. "Rule three, ladies don't swear. I guess I should show you what's in the closet." He stood up and jerked her forward by the arm.

Sara followed him to his closet. He shoved some of his clothes to the side. Behind them was what looked like a metal gun locker. He opened it and Sara was even more horrified by the contents. There were whips, paddles, and dozens of other implements of torture. Sara had never seen many of the things before, but she could guess at their purposes. "I'm sure you can imagine what the next step in punishment would be after a spanking. By the way, I'm going to lock this from now on, so don't get any ideas about finding a weapon." David looked at Sara for a reaction and was pleased to see she looked worried. "Look Sara, we both know no one is going to look for you. Your best bet at getting through this is to cooperate. Now, touch my cock."

She knew he was right. She was estranged from her family and had no real friends. She was completely at his mercy, for now at least. Her hand moved in slow motion towards him. It finally, softly, touched his cock. Sara stroked the head. She found herself surprised at how smooth the skin was. It felt so hot and firm. As she realized what she was doing, she jerked her hand away.

David looked at her questioningly. "Did I tell you to stop?"

"No, I'm sorry." Sara tensed preparing herself for his next move.

He pulled her once again to the bed. "Lie down on your back." He demanded.

Sara did as he asked. She kept her legs closed tightly together as possible. She could see her chest move as her heart hammered in anxiety. She briefly glanced up to find him leering at her.

After a long moment, he climbed on the bed and reached across her taking her bound wrists in his hand. He raised them above her head and attached the ring on the cuffs to a clip on the head board. Gently, he moved his hands down and stroked her breasts. Sara jumped at his touch. He continued teasing them until her nipples began to respond. When he was satisfied with their newly erect state, he lightly moved his hands down her body to her thighs.

"No...don't….." Sara dreaded what he was going to do and also the feelings he was starting to conjure within her.

David half smiled at her and tightened his grip on her thighs. His fingers dug in to them as he pried them apart. Once they were open, he pushed them up a bit allowing him access to her waiting cunt. He knelt down and lovingly kissed the inside of her thighs. He worked his way back up to her inner folds. He was pleased to find her a little wet.

"At least one part of you seems to be enjoying this," he commented.

Sara's face and chest turned crimson. She could not deny that she was both fearing and hoping to feel him touch her there.

David did not leave her waiting. He earnestly began lapping at her, starting at her clit and working down to her opening. He stayed there for a while trying to force his tongue into her impossibly tight hole. When he felt Sara's hips grind ever so slightly against his mouth he decided it was time to go back to her clit.

"Oh God...." Sara unconsciously moaned as his tongue touched her clit. Initially, she was humiliated by having his face between her legs, but as he continued she was nearing orgasm. She had occasionally masturbated and could feel the familiar tightness.
David's heart leapt when he heard her moan in pleasure. He intensified his assault on her clit, sucking it between his teeth and massaging it furiously with his tongue.

Sara was forced over the edge and she came suddenly without warning. David started the process over again, milking two more orgasms from Sara.

For most of the experience, Sara kept her eyes tightly closed. As she recovered, she opened them to see David watching her intently. She felt so stupid. She looked away and tears formed in her eyes.

David could see them and stroked her hair in an attempt to comfort her. He smiled. He was going to give her something new to worry about.

"Now it's your turn," he said.

Sara blankly looked at him. She hadn't comprehended his statement.

"You're going to suck my cock." David said.

Sara's eyes widened in shock.

David reached up and unhooked her wrists from the bed and guided her to sit up. He held her hands and said, "I'm gonna uncuff you. Don't be stupid, little one, and try anything. And forget about biting me right now. If you do, I will hurt you in ways you can't imagine." He was gripping Sara's hands so hard on this last sentence that her fingers were going numb.

"Okay." Sara decided to save her fight for later.

He released her and laid on the bed.

Sara looked at his hard cock with apprehension. It sprang up from a mass of curly hair. Being naive to seeing naked men, she did not realize that it was curved upward a little more than usual. It twitched towards her.

"Go on." David couldn't wait any longer. If she didn't start sucking him he was going to give in and fuck her. Originally, he planned to save taking her virginity for at least a few more days, but that no longer seemed like a practical plan. She was making him hornier than he ever dreamed she would.

Sara timidly reached out and touched his cock. She couldn't believe she was going to go through with it. Should I resist? She wondered, but the thoughts of what he might do to her helped squelch the idea. She quickly bent down and licked the head of his cock. Suddenly, it dawned on her that she didn't really know what to do. She understood she was in the wrong position and moved down so she was sitting between his legs.

David was trying to muster what was left of his patience. "That was a good start. Slide it in your mouth, but watch your teeth."

She blushed again at his directness, but did as he instructed.

"Now, move your head up and down. Move your tongue around." David struggled to talk as her hot wet mouth embraced his cock. His balls ached in need for release. He was in ecstasy. She was finally his.

Sara struggled to breathe through her nose as she continued working his cock with her mouth. Her jaw was beginning to ache and she felt nauseous again. She could only bring it in her mouth a few inches before she felt like she was going to gag.

Normally, David had quite a bit of stamina, but in this situation he was quickly heading towards cumming even in spite of Sara's inexperience. He was even more aroused at the thought of teaching her to give better head. "Faster," he instructed.

Sara complied. Soon she was rewarded as his cock thickened and a gush of cum erupted from it. She recoiled in fear as she tasted his cum and felt it fill her mouth.

Before she got away, a hand on the back of her head stopped her retreat and David moaned, "Swallow it."

She kept her mouth on his cock until she felt it quit moving. She swallowed as she pulled her head up, releasing it from the confines of her mouth. David smiled as he watched her.

Suddenly, Sara noticed him smiling and she felt sick again. She clumsily hopped of the bed and bolted to the bathroom. She slammed the door behind her and desperately looked to the doorknob for a lock. Not finding one, she pounded her fists on the door in frustration. She turned around, trying to further assess her options and caught sight of herself in the mirror.

Her beautiful long hair was a complete mess. The night before she'd washed it and gone to bed with it wet. It had dried wavy and was now matted from the morning's activities. Even more shocking to Sara was the state of her lips, they were redder than normal and puffy. She saw the door open behind her and froze as David appeared in the doorway. She had never felt so exposed in her life.

"I need to go back to work for a little bit. You can put your clothes back on. Relax while I'm gone, but you better behave yourself." David was choosing to ignore her hasty retreat to the bathroom. He didn't really have to work, instead he needed some time alone to think.

Sara remained silent and watched him in the mirror as he left. She took a deep breath and noticed she was shaking. She waited until she heard the door lock. Then she hurried to the toilet and relived herself quickly. She went back to the bedroom to collect her clothes. As she passed the bathroom mirror once again, she noticed her ass. It was bright red. In a couple of places, she could see imprints of his hand. A smile played on her lips, then she realised what she was doing, shook her head and hurried back into the bedroom.

Still shaking, Sara put her clothes back on. She wished she had slept in a bra. Her tank top left little to the imagination. Not that it matters, she found herself thinking, he's already seen everything. She sat on the edge of the bed and began planning her escape.

Now dressed again, David left the room and went down the hall to a room he thought of as the library. There were books there, but also other things. He sat down in an old brown leather chair. He had some planning to do.

He leaned forward in the chair to see what Sara was up to. The wall in front of him had a dozen small monitors that showed different areas of the house. It was similar to the security area of a department store. It didn't bother him that anyone could watch his and Sara's activities at any time. He had no shame in his actions.

On the monitor, he saw Sara sitting on the bed. He could tell she was up to something by the way she was looking around the room. He couldn't blame her; however, it was his job to show her exactly what kind of predicament she was in. David worried that she may mentally snap if he went about things the wrong way. He had no doubt that he could break her quickly if he wanted to, but it would be easier on her if he went slowly.

David had done as much research on Sara as possible during the last three years. He knew that she was an only child. Her parents were very religious. They had always lived in the suburbs and were middle classed. From Sara's yearbooks, David could tell that sometime in her freshman year Sara had started hanging out with a boy named Josh. There were pictures of Sara wearing heavy black eyeliner and mascara and dark lip stick. David saw them together in several photos throughout her sophomore and junior years. In one picture, she was wearing a band tee shirt and making the devil horns sign. When he got to her senior year book, he thought he found the reason for Sara's abrupt personality change. The front page of the yearbook was dedicated to Josh. He killed himself on January 1st of their senior year.

During his investigation, David went so far as to call the high school principal. He claimed he was doing a study on teen suicide. She told him that Josh only had one friend named Sara. Most of the other students made fun of them for the way they dressed. After Josh's death many of them blamed Sara.

"Was Sara his girlfriend?" David remembered asking.

"No," the principal replied, "they were just friends. As I'm sure you know, high school kids can be cruel. Unfortunately, Sara's parents also blamed her. They thought she was a Satanist because she dressed in black and listened to rock music. It was all very unfortunate. She is such a smart girl. If you'd like to talk with her I could find out where she's going to college. I believe she's on a full scholarship."

David smiled, "No, that's okay."

He had surmised that after Josh's death and Sara's falling out with her parents she began withdrawing. In college she took as many classes as she could and also worked part time as a bookkeeper. She was majoring in accounting. She never dated, lived alone, and had little social contact. Sunday was her only free day and she used it to volunteer at an animal shelter. She dressed conservatively and wore no make-up. She did not even go out on her 21st birthday.

The books he found in her house were a pleasant surprise to say the least. He was happy that he was right about her. Now, he just had to prove to her that she wanted this as much as he did.

He would start by showing her the house. That should sufficiently scare her. Sara's movement to his closet caught his eye. She was trying to get into the locker. He quickly went to intervene.

Sara almost fainted when she heard the door opening behind her. She tried to back out of the closet, but it was too late. She was caught.

"If you really want in there, I can open it for you. Of course, I'm not sure you will like what happens after that...or maybe you will." David's eyes could not hide his happiness at catching her, but he did a good job of looking angry. Before she could think about reacting, he was by her side and grabbed her elbow. "I think it's time for you to have a tour of the place. Then we can go over the rules again."

She tried to dig her heels into the carpet, but he effortlessly led her out of the room. They silently went down the hall. It was had floral wall paper and lights mounted on the walls. It looked like they were in an old hotel. They passed by a room with monitors. She wondered if he had been watching her.

They reached a staircase and David continued pulling her along behind him. At the bottom of the stairs, Sara found herself in a large room. The hardwood floor looked very old and they were in a sitting room filled with antique furniture.

She followed him on as he went to a door. He opened it and there was another set of stairs. Sara hesitated at the top of the stairs. Instinct told her not to proceed. She tried to pull away from his grasp again.

David leaned up and put one of his hands on the back of her head grabbing a handful of hair. He leaned down and whispered in her ear, "Trust me, this is not the place to fight me. Don't speak or make eye contact."

Sara felt like her heart was turning to ice as his words filled her with fear. What the hell is down there? She strained to listen and thought she heard muffled voices.

"Come on." He released her head and led her down the steep stairs into the basement.

Her eyes struggled to adjust to the dimness. When they reached the bottom, she could tell that the basement was very large. It seemed to be separated into more rooms. David led her down another hall. They stopped in an open area. Sara's skin crawled when she saw what looked like a large dog run. The chain link went from the floor to the ceiling. It looked like a heavier gage of metal than they used at the animal shelter.

As they walked closer, Sara could see that there were three men standing over a very thin naked blonde woman who was gagged and bound with rope. There was another naked woman in the cage. She was also very thin, but had darker brown hair. She looked like she had been beaten. She sat in a corner with her dark hair covering her face. Sara covered her mouth with her hand as she gasped at the sight.

The men turned and looked at them. David nudged her sharply in the side and she looked down at her feet. She involuntarily started trembling again as she wondered if this was to be her fate as well.

"So, you got her. She's cute." One of the men said as he approached them.

"Are you ready to send her down here?" Another asked. Sara could not see that he was grinning.

"Not yet." David replied. "I'd like to show her what we do here though."

"Good idea." The man, named Evan, replied. David considered Evan a friend. Evan was also planning on leaving the company soon too.

Evan went back to the woman on the floor and looked down at her. "She tried to escape again this morning. She kicked him in the balls." He motioned to the tall man on his left.

"Fucking cunt," the man muttered and kicked her in the stomach.

The woman let out a groan as she curled into the foetal position. Evan and one of the other men picked her up and lifted her onto steel table. It had stirrups on one end, like at a doctor's office, but they had straps with buckles on them.

"Watch." David ordered Sara.

Sara slowly lifted her face up until she could fully watch the horror unfolding in before her. The bound woman was laid on her back. She struggled as they forced first her right leg then her left leg into the straps. Sara could see her chest rise and fall as she struggled to breathe with the gag in her mouth.

Once the three men were satisfied with her bonds, the tallest of the three went to a corner of the room near Sara and David, and she stepped back as he approached her. David still had his hand on her elbow and stopped her from moving any further.

The man ignored Sara and retrieved a small braided leather whip from a cabinet. Sara had not seen anything like it before in person, but had read about it. There was no mistaking what it was, it was a cat o'nine tails.

Sara watched the tall man as he went back to the woman. He stood and looked at her for a moment. The woman's eyes were shiny with tears. She shook her head and tried to plead for mercy.

"You're going to think twice about trying to escape again and kicking me in the nuts." The man raised his hand with the whip and, with a horrible snapping sound, struck her across the breasts. The woman arched her back in agony. Sara could see red marks where the lashes of the whip had struck her. She closed her eyes. She could hear the woman being struck several times before David noticed she had her eyes closed. He pinched her hard on the inside of her upper arm and Sara almost screamed herself. She looked at David who was glaring at her. She quickly looked at the scene in front of her again.

The man continued whipping the woman. He would alternate between her breasts and cunt. After a few minutes, both were covered with red marks. The woman fainted after one last blow to her exposed pussy.

As the men began unfastening the straps around her ankles, David led Sara back through the basement to the stairs. They went back up them to the main floor and then up the second flight of stairs to David's room.

On the trip back Sara could only think of the poor women in the basement. Why are they doing this?

They were now back in David's room and he answered her question before she could ask. "I work for a company whose business is selling people. The people we sell are usually women with no families. Most of them are drug addicts who owe someone a lot of money."

"That's disgusting. How can you do that?" Sara spat at him.

"They're killing themselves anyway. The places they go are nicer than you or I will ever live." David dismissed her comment.

"What about me? I'm not a drug addict. Why did you take me?" Sara demanded.

David's smile sent a quiver of fear down her spine, "I tried asking you out and you rejected me. Were you afraid of what I would unleash inside of you?" He stepped closer to her and tried to embrace her.

"Fuck you. Let me out of here you bastard!" Sara screamed at him.

"Well, I guess if you would prefer to have your training down in the basement we can go there." David caught her forearms in his hands and pinned them together.

Sara did not fight him. She knew she couldn't win. She didn't want to admit she was defeated, but she also didn't want to be naked in the cage with the other two women. She tried to get the strength to tell him no, but picturing herself saying that did something inside of her. For the first time since her abduction, she suddenly burst into tears.

David saw the defeat in her eyes before she started crying. He pulled her to his chest and sat down with her on the bed. He smoothed her hair with his hand. "I don't want to send you down there."

Sara knew he was trying to manipulate her. She told herself to stop crying, but her eyes would not obey her.

David began going over all of the rules again with Sara's face still pressed into his chest.

Sara tried to listen though her screaming mind. She thought she heard most of them.

When she had stopped crying, David told her coldly, "You know, you cursed at me and called me a bastard. I already warned you once before today." He suddenly stood up and Sara fell to the floor landing on her ass. "I don't forget things like that that." He walked to the closet and produced a small key from his pocket.

Sara winced as he opened the locker. She told herself to stay quiet, she would only make things worse.

He turned around holding a small wooden paddle. "Lean over the bed."

Sara looked at him; he couldn't really expect her to allow him to hit her with that?

"For every second you waste sitting there I am going to hit you an extra time." He told her.

Sara begrudgingly did as he told her. She was disappointed in herself for not fighting him.

David walked behind her and pulled down her pants. Her ass was still a little pink from her earlier spanking. He put one hand on the small of her back as he stood at her side. He gave her a sharp swat with the paddle. The way her smooth ass bounced when he hit it almost drove him insane with desire.

He only struck her two more times. Sara buried her face in the mattress. The pain was becoming unbearable and her legs felt weak.

David stopped his assault and reached between her legs. He forced one finger into her tight cunt.

Sara shrieked at the surprise invasion. David continued exploring her with his fingers from behind. He was very gentle and Sara's body began responding against her will. Her pussy began to contract around his finger and she felt the urge to push back against his hand. She thought, I wish he would just fuck me and get it over with.

David's will was failing him. Her cunt was so hot and tight around his fingers. He couldn't remember anymore why he wanted to wait to fuck her.

He felt Sara's flesh grip his fingers and his decision was made. He removed the two fingers he had inside her and hurriedly pulled her to her feet. David pulled her around to face him and softly bit her on the neck.

"Ohhh..." Sara couldn't keep from responding to the feelings his mouth sent coursing down her body.

David moved up to her ear and bit it as well.

Sara fought the urge to melt into his embrace. "No, stop..." she said weakly.

David encircled his arms around her and he fell on top of her on the bed. He pulled her shirt up over her breasts and attacked them with his mouth. He took each of her soft pink nipples in his mouth and sucked them until they were hard.

Sara was fighting another internal battle between her mind and her body. Her body was telling her to go with it. When David released her to take his clothes off she made a feeble attempt to get off the bed.

David caught her leg with his hand and told her, "I don't want to tie you down right now."

It was bad enough in Sara's mind that her first time was going to be at the hands of a rapist. She did not relish the idea of being bound for it either. She responded to him by moving her leg back on to the bed.

He now stood naked before her, his throbbing cock at eye level. He got back on the bed and knelt between her legs.

Sara now knew what was going to happen and she took in a sharp breath in anticipation. David did not disappoint her. He began again by kissing up the insides of her creamy thighs. He placed one final kiss on her clit before he began licking it. He kept licking it harder and harder until he could feel Sara begin to push her hips against his mouth. He rubbed his tongue against her clit as fast as he could as he slipped two fingers back inside her.
This drove her to the point of release and she came hard on his fingers and mouth. As she recovered, she looked sheepishly down at David. He smiled at her and sat up. He climbed over her until his face was over hers.

"Don't be scared. It will only hurt for a minute." He said as he kissed her on the lips.

It took a few seconds for Sara to process the meaning of his words.

David did not give her a chance to think about it anymore. He pulled her legs up and positioned the head of his cock against the lips of her pussy. He slowly forced it inside and allowed her a moment to adjust.

Sara tried to shift her hips and dislodge him, but he held her still. She grunted in frustration and pain.

He continued sliding his cock in her until he felt the slightest resistance of the remains of her virginity.

"Oh, please stop it hurts." Sara felt like she was being impaled with a hot iron rod.

David felt like his cock was being squeezed in a fist, but he managed to utter, "It will hurt less if you put your legs around me."

Sara tentatively did as he instructed and it did ease the pain. He forced himself the rest of the way inside until his balls were touching her. He gave her more time to adjust before bringing his cock almost out of her pussy and pushing it in again. She closed her eyes and tried to imagine herself somewhere else.

He kept fucking her faster and faster. He desperately wanted to feel her cum on his cock.

The pain Sara felt earlier was disappearing. Every time he plunged his cock into her she could feel heat radiating up to her belly. Unconsciously, she raised her legs higher to allow him deeper inside of her. The new position caused his pelvic bone to hit her clit on each downward thrust. Oh, god I need to cum again. She thought as she let herself go. Soon, she could feel her orgasm building.

David continued thrusting until he finally felt her cunt gripping his cock. During the entire ordeal, he never took his eyes off Sara's face. He saw that she was silently moving her lips in pleasure. He felt her back arch and her cunt began milking his cock. He could not hold out anymore. He groaned as he came inside of her.

David rolled off her and laid on his side facing her. He waited for her to make another retreat to the bathroom, but she didn't. She looked like she was in shock. She laid still, blankly staring at the ceiling. David couldn't resist kissing her on the lips again.

Sara had been deep in thought and she jumped when his lips touched hers.

"Go take a shower. It'll make you feel better." David said and shoved her off of the bed.

Sara struggled to get her feet under her in time. She limped into the bathroom without speaking to him. She shut the door and leaned against it. Putting her head in her hands she slid down the door and sat on the cold tile floor. This has to be a dream, she told herself, I'm going to wake up in my bed at home with Perseus at my feet... Perseus ...he's going to starve to death. Sara began crying again as she thought of her beloved cat dying alone in her house. No one was going to know Sara was missing until her rent wasn't paid. That would be at least 11 days from today.



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