Part 1

October 1, 2015

Neon lights blazed against a red brick wall. Incoherent chatter filled the air, along with the loud Boom Boom Boom of the dub step in the back ground. It was almost midnight, and Ali was drunk, sipping on her 5th piña colada, several empty shot glasses on her table. A half eaten tray of fries was the only food she had consumed, her anxiety and depression that had ignited this drinking binge had diminished her appetite. The 22 year old was out of place in her pants suit; jeans and ratty t shirts seemed to be the dress code for this shithole. Today had been a bad day for her, a really bad day. After weeks of searching for work she had finally gotten an interview as a secretary at a Law Firm, only to be laughed out the door for not being the "right fit". Ali knew she wasn't pretty, not by a long shot. She had been when she was a kid, but had gained a little weight in college. That was ok even then, she still hadn't been badly proportioned, until her long term boyfriend was murdered in front of her 2 years ago when their house was broken into. That incident had created all kinds of problems in her life, and her mental and physical state had spiraled down the drain. The doctors and psychoanalysts had tried to put names to it, had attempted to force her to take medication, and she had even spent time in the hospital, but nothing changed the fact that her best friend and lover was dead and nothing could get rid of the nightmares.

She signaled to the bartender for another shot, and watched the people gyrating on the dance floor. She didn't particularly care for the music, and had never been asked to dance. Besides, what she saw going on out there she didn't consider dancing, it was sex with clothes on. A waiter brought over the shot of whiskey and set it in front of her. "I'm afraid this will have to be your last for tonight ma'm." Allison glared up at him. She wasn't really that drunk, at least she didn't feel drunk, just kinda numb. He handed her the tab and waited for her to fish a $50 out of her bag. "Keep the change." She mumbled, watching a look of irritation cross the mans face. She didn't care, honestly the service had been shitty tonight and they didn't deserve more than the $2 she just gave them. Besides, they probably made more money in a night than she had all in the last month. She stood, her head spinning, and made her way to the restroom. To use it one had to walk through the outdoor smoking section, empty tonight, and hope that the door was unlocked. Graffiti covered the walls and stalls, and another woman was retching into the toilet. Ali locked herself in the other available toilet and had to sit there a moment, dizzy. She peed, waiting for the world to stop twirling around her. "I must be drunker than I thought." "Shut up fatass." Apparently the girl was finished puking and had decided to take her anger out on anyone available. Ali was too numb to care, and didn't say a word as she watched under the stall door for the girl to leave. Normally she would have said something back to the little shit, but her mind was too fuzzy for her to think coherently. Somewhere deep down a bad feeling was gnawing at her. Something wasn't right. She hadn't drank enough to feel like this yet. She opened the stall and splashed her face with cold water, trying to clear her head. The edges of the room started to close in around her and she fought to stay awake. Somehow she made it outside into the cool crisp air, her brain completely blank now, all comprehension gone. She fell to her knees, looking down at the ground, trying not to retch. Footsteps, and a figure approached her. "Are you ok miss?" Was the last thing she heard before she collapsed to the ground, unconscious.

It was cold. That was what started to bring her around, the bone chilling cold. She was laying on a concrete slab, but couldn't see anything else as the room was pitch dark. Ali groaned and tried to move, her head weighing a ton, a gift from the hangover. That's when she noticed the chains. They were around each wrist and ankle, keeping her curled in the fetal position. Comprehension bloomed in her mind and she began to struggle, trying to loosen the links that cut into her skin. Fear and anxiety clenched in her gut as her situation became clearer and clearer. She tried to not think of the possibilities, attempting to stay in the moment, a trick that a therapist had taught her to counter attack panic attacks. Mentally she checked herself. Other than the raging headache, nothing seemed to be injured, though her mouth was dry and she had no saliva to moisten her lips. Her pants suit was not keeping the cold at bay and she was starting to shiver. Tears started to run down her face, and she silently sobbed to herself in the darkness, her body shaking.

It seemed like years before lights turned on overhead. She gasped and tried to shield her eyes from the brightness, but could not raise her hands high enough. She had managed to get herself into a sitting position, and had scooted her back against the wall. Nothing happened for a moment, and as her eyes adjusted she had a chance to study her surroundings. The room was small, concrete floor and walls. Shackles and chains hung against the back wall, opposite of the metal door. She was in the back corner, and a chain rain from her ankles to a bolt in the floor. Ali said nothing as she waited for something to happen, her panicking mind imagining the walls closing in on her, crushing her bones.

The door finally opened and a figure dressed all in black with a black mask approached. He carried a glass of water and something clutched in his left hand. She shrank from him as he kneeled beside her, holding the glass of water out to her. Warily she took it, then tried to drink, almost dropping it as she realized she couldn't move her hands high enough. She began to cry again, whimpering as the man laughed and took the glass from her. "Please." She whispered, hoping for some kind of compassion from this man in black. He made no response, other than releasing the lock from the chains that wrapped around her hands. She clutched at her wrists, trying to knead some feeling back into her hands. Again he handed the glass, and the 2 Tylenol he had carried in his other hand. She took both, gulping the pills down along with the entire glass of water. He took the glass back from her and stood, turning to leave. "Wait!" She had been able to get some of her voice back. "Please, where am I?" He made no answer and shut the door behind him, the lights clicking off a moment later.

Ali tugged at the chains wrapped around her ankles, but they too were padlocked. At least now she could stretch herself out a little, and rub some warmth back into her skin. Her headache diminishing, she curled back up on the floor and tried to sleep, figuring that dreams were the best way to pass the time. The nightmares were more insistent this time, and she tossed and turned as much as the chains would allow. She woke right as the man in black shot her boyfriend in the face, screaming and crying. It took a few minutes for her to calm down, her heart racing as she tried not to relive the memories. "Hey guard?" She tried to shout, though her voice wasn't very loud. Two things had started to register in her body, a pressing need to relieve her bladder, and the pains that she associated with hunger. "Hey, I have to pee!" She yelled for a good 15 minutes before she realized that no one was coming. She sighed, and began to make her way to the corner. Getting her pants down turned out to be an issue, as she couldn't go past the chains. Squatting also proved to be a problem, and she ended up leaning against the wall in a somewhat sitting position. Her piss stank, like it usually did after a night of drinking, and some managed to run down her leg. There was nothing to wipe with so she tried to shake herself off as best she could before pulling her pants up, hating the feeling of the warm wet piss against her skin. She crawled to another wall, as far away from the piss as she could get, and fell asleep again.

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"I will give you $5000 for her and no more." The client was persistent, his voice rough and altered over the phone. T paused, looking again at the pictures of Allison Connor his boss had given to him, along with her address and ID file. Someone had wanted this woman to disappear, and T was good at making people disappear. Some he killed outright, if he was told to do so, but most he ended up selling to make some extra cash. Allison had been an easy catch, he preferred it when his prey was inebriated, it made it easier for him to drug them and drag them off without anyone asking questions. "Sir, might I remind you that $7,000 is our minimum asking price for young women." There was silence on the other line. "It will cost me time and money to get her into the shape that your other girls normally are. $5,000. I will pick her up in the morning." The line hung up with a click and T sighed. This client was always picky about his girls. Honestly T didn't care where they went as long as he got his money, but he kind of felt sorry for this one. He had researched her past, and the whole 'my boyfriend was killed by a robber' thing had really done some damage to the girl. He had looked at some of her photos and she had been quite the hottie back then, and along with her high college GPA she had been a good catch for any man. T watched as the infra red camera recorded the girl trying to urinate, doing better than most. A lot of them just pissed or shit themselves in fear, and it had always been his job to clean them up a little before the client arrived. He couldn't tell if it was hunger pains or night terrors that made the girl clutch her stomach in her sleep, but he had been strictly instructed to only give her water. She could survive 48 hours without food, and it would make her more compliant when he had to move her.

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Some immeasurable time later, the man in black entered the cell. He left the lights off, and a dim luminescence shone through the door from the hallway. He had no food, like Ali hoped, just a rag. The man used it to cover her eyes, tying it around the back of her head, and undid the chains around her feet. He helped her to stand, as she was weak from hunger and staying the same position for so long, but didn't give her the chance to catch her balance. He practically dragged her down the hallway, to her protests, and she lost all sense of direction. The man didn't answer any of her questions, keeping a firm grip on her arm as he dragged her outside. "Stand here and don't move." The first words ever spoken to her by him and they fell harsh from his tongue. She stood, confused, trying not to cry. She overheard two voices talking, and strained to listen in. She was shocked to find that she had been sold, like a piece of property, to another man with a gruff voice. That bit of information worried and yet relieve her somewhat. She knew that she wasn't going to murdered and thrown away like trash if someone was going through the troubles of spending money to get her, but she didn't know what kind of servitude she would be entering. She had heard and read horror stories before, of people being captured and sold as lab rats, of horrible experiments and tortures. She began to cry now as her mind began dragging up pictures of the women she had seen from the deep web her ex had liked to explore, and she could see herself strapped to an operating table, her body getting sliced open without antiseptic, screaming in pain. The conversation seemed to have ended, and a hand gripped her arm. "Hands out in front of you." It was the gruff man, and she gasped a little as handcuffs were snapped around her wrists. The man led her to a van and she was told to lay down in the back. Her wrists were secured to the floor, and the man got in the passenger side. Her tears stopped as the van started to move, and she made no attempts at conversation. After about 30 minutes, the man with the gruff voice spoke to the driver "take me to the summer house." The rocking of the van was kind of soothing, and she allowed herself to doze off in order to ignore the hunger pains.

The trip took little over 3 hours, and at the end her body was sore and cramping. She heard the crunch of gravel as they turned into a long drive way, then the engine cut off. Both men left the vehicle, slamming the doors shut behind them and making no move to get her out. A few minutes later the back of the van opened and her hands were released from the cuffs. Ali quickly ripped off the blindfold and was surprised to see an older woman standing before her, dressed in a smart maids uniform. "Hello Allison. I am Madame Cuthrie, and I am in charge of your well being in the Master's house." Ali was a little taken aback that the woman knew her name, but stepped out of the vehicle as she motioned for her to come. She looked around and realized that she was on a huge estate, well taken care of. Cuthrie noticed her glancing down the drive, as if she planned to dart down it. "I would advise you not to try and run. There are guards with guns and we are many miles from the nearest town, deep in the woods and mountains. Now follow me child, we must get you cleaned up for the Master." She led Ali into a stately mansion, obviously owned by someone with a ridiculous amount of money. There seemed to be many maid servants, but only a few of them were in uniform, the rest were completely naked. Ali was shocked by that, and Cuthrie laughed at the expression on her face. "I shall explain everything to you while you bathe. Hurry along now."

She was lead down some stairs into a basement, and a hallway with many doors, all of them shut. This part of the house seemed empty, but she could sense movement behind some of the doors. It was less grand down here as well, the walls were dark and the lights dim. The bathroom she was led to was near the end of the hall. It contained a huge tub that could fit at least 3 people, a stand in shower of the same size, a toilet and a sink. Madame Guthrie pointed to the bath, which was filled with steaming water. "Scrub yourself good." Ali happily obliged, though she was a little embarrassed to strip in front of the woman. Guthrie nodded and sat on a nearby bench. "Now listen to me child and listen well, as you will only hear this once. You are now property of the Master, no longer a free woman. As such you will follow his every whim and will, or reap the consequences. You shall always address the Master as Master, and answer any question promptly with a 'yes sir'. Do you understand?" Ali nodded, her body soaking in the warmth of the bubbly water. Guthrie picked up the pants suit and threw it down a chute. "You will reside down here with the rest of the slaves, and you may not step foot past the stairs unless the Master commands. You have to earn your right to wear clothing. From now on you will be fully naked." Allison blushed at that, shocked again. Was she really expected to run around here without anything to cover herself? Guthrie read the expression on her face and nodded. "Yes that's right. Do not worry though, you will get used to it. You also have to earn your bed and your bread. That mainly consists of pleasing the Master and doing general household chores. Any breakage of these rules will result in punishment administered by the Master." A bell seemed to ring above them, and Guthrie flapped her hands at her. "Hurry up, the Master wants to inspect you. Clean yourself nice and good, and when he enters stand with your feet shoulder with apart and your hands behind your back." Ali was almost done anyways, she ducked under the water to rinse off the suds and exited the tub, dripping wet. She looked for a towel and Guthrie did not offer one. "Whatever you do, do not cover yourself in front of him, and do not speak unless spoken to."

A few minutes later the door opened and a tall dark haired man in a sharp suit entered the bathroom. Allison stood at attention, her face beet red as he trained his eyes on her, looking her up and down. She was well aware of her extra weight and the stretch marks that covered her sides and stomach. The Master walked around her, giving her whole body a once over before turning to Guthrie, who was also at attention. "So this is my new pet? I hope John got a good deal off this one, as fat as she is. Guthrie I want her exercised daily and fed a strict diet." At the mention of food her stomach growled and she winced. He cut a sharp look at her and continued. "Otherwise she is in good health right?" "Yes sir, as far as Her medical records went she is physically in good health and mentally in better health than some of the others you have bought." The Master nodded and turned to Allison. "Girl," the word was cold and cutting, "The Madame told you of your new situation. You know what is expected of you?" She nodded. "Speak when spoken to!" He snapped. Startled she stuttered "yes sir!" The Master turned to Guthrie. "Find out what she knows and send her up to room 5 in an hour." With that he turned on his heels and left the room, pausing at the doorway, "And give her a small snack, she will need a little bit of energy." They both sighed in relief as he left. Guthrie shook her head and motioned for Ali to once again follow her. She led her 3 doors down the hall, to a tiny room that contained a wooden chair and a bare mattress on the floor. "He must like you, most girls start out with nothing in their room. You even have a small window." The window was barred, but it led out to a view of the woods and in the back she could almost make out a mountain. "Your exercise will start tomorrow once you have properly eaten. Stay here." She returned with a ham sandwich that Ali hungrily devoured.

"Allison I am going to ask you some very personal questions and I want you answer them truthfully. Are you a virgin?" She shook her head. "Good, now tell me all of your sexual experiences with him." Ali was hesitant. She wasn't that experienced in bed, and had only performed oral on him once. She blanched when Guthrie mentioned anal and quickly shook her head. She had never let him stick anything in there, that was gross to her. No, she had never been with a girl, or two men at once. She didn't even know what an enema was, or most of the other terms that Guthrie asked. She was sickened when Guthrie mention bestiality. Who would have sex with animals? That was downright nasty. Guthrie seemed quite pleased. "So as far as training is concerned we will have to take you through everything. As long as you relax and trust him, the Master nor anyone else here will harm you, unless you break a rule." Guthrie looked down at her watch, "speaking of which it is time for your first lesson."

She followed Guthrie to a room down the hall. In it was a huge master bed and a couch. The wall was lined with an assortment of whips and crops and ropes, and Ali took the chance to study them as Guthrie left. Shortly, the Master entered, his tie undone though the rest of his suit was spotless. Ali quickly stood at attention, her legs spread wide. The Master nodded. "So Guthrie has told me how inexperienced you are in the ways of sex. We will correct one of those today. Kneel." Blushing, Ali fell to her knees, her legs still spread wide. Master unzipped his pants, and pulled out his cock, which was already half hard. Ali adverted her eyes, biting her lip. He advanced on her and gently grabbed her chin, dragging her face up so that she was looking at his eyes. They were bright blue. "I want you to acquaint yourself with my cock, put it in your mouth, get to know it well." He released her chin and thrust his hips forward slightly. Ali stared at the huge member that was starting to throb in front of her face. It was way bigger than her boyfriends had been, and she was afraid that she would choke on it. The Master grabbed some of her hair and pulled her head closer to it. "Suck it." She opened her mouth and maneuvered the tip inside, her tongue swirling the bottom of the head. He sighed and she gagged as she tasted salt from his precum. "Move your head up and down, relax your throat, and see how far down you can get it." She did as told, thrusting her head back and forth, each time sinking him a little deeper into her throat. He began to thrust with her, unconsciously moving his hips back and forth. "You are not bad for a beginner. I am about to cum, I want you to swallow it, all of it." His dick throbbed and salty slimy cum shot into her mouth. She began to gag, and reflexively spit it out so she wouldn't choke. The Master stared down at her as she wiped some of the dribble off her chin, her gut clenched with worry. "You did not follow my instructions. Go to the couch and lean over the arm, placing your head on the cushions and your ass in the air." Surprisingly ashamed of herself, Ali did as she was told, spreading her feet apart so she wasn't too tall for the arm rest. She couldn't see him as he came up behind her. "Today I will spank you for your punishment, as you have not been punished before. You must not move, for if you do you will receive another 5 hits. Your infractions today are spilling my cum and not responding with yes sir. For that you will be struck 10 times. Do you understand?" "Yes sir, I do." She jumped as the first blow landed directly on her left cheek, hard enough to sting. Her hands clutched the fabric of the cushion, as if to keep herself from moving any more. 4 more blows landed in quick succession, and she could feel the heat of her skin. The Master paused a moment, and proceeded to turn her right cheek red as well. At the end she was trying not to cry out, silent tears were running down her face. Her ass smarted and she didn't know whether or not she was allowed to rub it to cool it down. She gasped as a cool liquid was squirted into both cheeks, then gently rubbed in by the Master. "You took your punishment very well, this is your reward. I regret that the first touch of my hand on your skin was that of pain, but in order to learn you must adhere to the rules. "Yes sir." She tried to keep the tears out of her voice, and somewhat succeeded. "Return to your room." "Yes sir." She scurried out of the room, and tried to remember which door was hers. A bowl of salad with chicken was waiting for her, though she waited a little while for her stomach to settle before she ate, staring out the window in contemplation. "What am I going to do? I don't know if I can go through that again." Her ass was still sore, and it hurt for her to sit on the mattress to eat. That night she slept on her side, shivering without a blanket to cover herself, dreaming of the robber in the black mask.