With these words he rose from the reclining chair and approached Alicia, a tiny syringe in his left hand when Alicia suddenly found back to reality, mobilizing all her strength, trying to get rid of her bindings and crying out loudly: “NEVER, YOU BASTARD, GET OUT! PLEEEASE NOOOooo….!” her cries turning into a sobbing noise as the man injected the syringe into her neck and her shaking became more gentle, until she finally hung motionless in the chair, her hands and feet still tied. All she could move now were her eyes and strangely enough her tongue but her arms, her feet and her torso seemed to belong to someone else, although she could still feel the touch of her abductor gripping her wrists and beginning to untie the knot in the stocking, doing the same to her ankles, freeing her feet and laying her body front side down on the floor. All she could see now was a bit of carpet right below her when she heard the man rustling around in the room, opening the door to Nicolette’s room and returning a little later with a bag, that he put down next to her head.
He knelt down to her and she realized, that he turned her sideways to start unbuttoning her satin blouse. Finally the blouse came off and once again she was laying on her stomach when her captor opened the zip of her skirt and slid the silky garment down her legs. With a sober voice he continued explaining.
“Now that we have you down to your, may I say, extremely sexy looking corset and your nylons I just decided to leave your boots on, it looks much nicer that way. But I’m afraid, the panty has to come off, I wouldn’t like to waste such an excellent gag, and you will have the opportunity to get used smelling your cunt.”
Alicia felt the man’s hand between her legs, rubbing the crotch of her panty deep into her vaginal lips, getting the silky thing moist with her fluids. She could have died of shame, but the worst was still to come, when she felt the panty being slipped down her legs and, after the stranger opened her jaw he stuffed the smelly panty into her mouth. The sheer material of one of the nylons, used to tie her before was buried deep in her mouth and knotted behind her head to keep the panty sealed between her red lips.
A black leather choker came into her sight, attached to a long metal pole with handcuffs and cuffs for her ankles. Applying the choker to her neck took only seconds the metal pole was positioned along her back and her booted ankles were fixed to the cuffs. Her hands finally bound behind her in the handcuffs would have prevented any movement, even if she had the ability to do so. Her humiliation was so complete, that Alicia started sobbing, tears running down her cheeks. She knew, she wouldn’t give in, and fight with all the strength that remained, no matter the odds.
Meanwhile her Abductor returned with the “ELLE” magazine, opened it in the middle, and pressed the magazine against her face. Taking a, what she later discovered, pantyhose from his bag he pulled one nylon leg over her head, pressing the magazine even tighter into her face, thus taking her any sight and having her to concentrate on getting some fresh air, rather then thinking about resistance.
“Now, I think some ropes above and beyond your tits will fix you to the pole even better.”
Alicia could feel the nylon cords being strung around her body, both of them pressing her body to the metal and forming loops around her breasts.
“I still have a surprise for you, Alicia. From my information you’re known to me as someone who never gives in easily so it might not have caught your attention, but there are three little holes in the pole next to your crotch area, which, surprise!, can hold a wonderful piece of equipment. To prevent any idea of wiggling around on the pole, while someone might watch you, I may present this metal dildo to you. Once stuffed into you and fixed to the pole does it not only keep your cunt in a perfect grip, but some barbs on the dildo will punish you for any movement immediately. Believe me, many of my recruited women have tested this device once, and I may proudly say, not one of them has done it twice.
With the drug in her body slowly loosing its effect it was even more painful for Alicia feeling these strange fingers between her labia, spreading it and “NOOO!” she tried to cry in-vain when a cold metal object was shoved into her dry vagina until she felt impaled and once fixed to the pole she realized, how little sharp hooks held her vaginal orifice in a sadistic embracement. She didn’t dare to move her crotch, or she would have crippled herself, or even worse, would be bleeding to death.
When the door to her office opened she heard the sound of high heels on the floor, approaching her and suddenly, although damped by the head harness of the “Elle” magazine and the pantyhose she recognized the voice of Nicolette. All hopes of liberation vanished, when Nicolette, her Nicolette, her secretary that she had trusted said to her tormentor:
“Jack, that’s been brilliant, how you handled that snobby bitch, I bet she’s not all too happy with her future destiny, have you told her anything already?”
“No, Nick, just enough to keep her uneasy, but I can’t wait till we have her in our basement, the full truth about her fate might turn out to be an important factor in her drill. You could help me with the plastic bag now, we’d better get moving, before the security guard recovers from the blow job you just gave him.”
Alicia could feel the cold surface of a heavy plastic sheet that she was rolled into leaving hardly enough air to breathe. Four straps were bound around the roll, and here she laid like a parcel, ready to be delivered to an unknown future.
The rattle of small wheels indicated to Alicia that a transport device of some kind was pushed into her office and once again proved, how well her kidnapping was organized. With a short yank she was heaved on to a hard platform and the cart started to move her out of her office, maybe for the last time in her life. Along the corridors she was pushed, always afraid of the slightest movement of her body as the spiked dildo in her vagina reminded her well enough what the punishment for even the slightest resistance against her restraints was.
Down to the garage the elevator brought Alicia closer to the nightmare she already started to imagine. Would she be raped? Was there something worse, as the few words of her captors indicated, and what could that be? A sharp tug on the plastic bundle she was rolled into not only shot hot pain through her impaled vagina but also sealed her fate as she was lying now on the floor of a spacious van with the doors closing immediately behind her. Tears running down her face not only ruined her mascara, but even damped the paper of the high gloss magazine firmly pressed to her face.
First Training
The lack of oxygen provided Alicia with a welcome faint, cutting off all thoughts what might happen to her in the future and when she awoke it took quite some time until she remembered where she would be, probably in that basement that Nicolette and Jack had mentioned.
To her relief she could move her legs and arms and that devilish pole with the metal dildo seemed to have gone, but she could see nothing, it was dark, as dark as a basement without windows or electric light can be. There was still a collar around her neck, but this collar, as she realized was simply linked to a bolt in the wall with a metal chain, not too heavy, but still restricting her to walk around.
Alicia sat down again on the cold stone floor and clasped her nylon encased legs with her arms, the heels of her black patent boots pressing strongly into the ground. Someone must have taken her moist panty out of her mouth and put it back on as she could feel the familiar satin slip around her crotch the slightly wet material bringing comfort to her still aching vagina.
Time went by and Alicia had long ago lost any feeling, how long she had already waited, when suddenly a door opposite her wall opened, a beam of light joined the footsteps of two people, one of them wearing heels, and then two rows of neon lights nearly blinded Alicia.
A few seconds later when she opened her eyes again she wished she wouldn’t have done it, because the sight of the basement took her breath away. It was a huge single room, just two doors, one of them obviously the only way in or out, the second door, open, showing a bathroom with a toilet. But it was not that, what frightened Alicia, it was the equipment, consisting of chains and ropes, hanging from the ceiling or the wall, arrangements of whips and canes next to them and even a gynecological chair in one corner. A wooden horse, benches with restraints attached to them and some constructions she didn’t even recognize brought her eyes to the gallows on her right side.
Before she could react Jack stood before her closely followed by Nicolette. Both of them towered over Alicia, looking down at her with a grin on their faces.
“Welcome to your home for the next couple of weeks” Jack said, “This is, where your training will take place. I’m sure you have a lot of questions, so now for the last time in your life you are free to ask me whatever you like, but keep in mind, that after that you’re only allowed to speak to me when ordered.” He paused for a few seconds before speaking again: “So what would you like to know?”
Alicia was frightened but tried to sound more confident as she felt when she looked up into Jacks face and tried to get eye contact. Once more she was surprised by the ice cold eyes when she asked “Why did you do this to me, I didn’t do anything to you and what exactly did you mean when you said you purchased me for the sex industry. I’m not that kind of woman who…..I mean I don’t do that sort of things….PLEASE!!”
Sobbing, Alicia’s nerves gave way and she had to put her head down, not longer being able to respond to the look of Jacks cold eyes.
“Well, basically I think I understood your question, you seem to wonder what future has in store for you. Now let me put it that way: You will be trained by me personally to become a high class whore, trained I said, not broken. The difference is that you will have all the technique needed to please your customers, but as your personality won’t be broken, it will always be a cruel rape for you each time a customer takes you.
After the training you will be sold to Madame Sylvie’s brothel to work there as long as she is pleased with you. After that you will become my property again, and who knows what will happen then. You might be sold to someone else, or end up in a snuff movie being fucked for one last time with a plastic bag over your head.”
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