When I came to, the first things I noticed were voices. I couldn't make out individual words; they simply came to me as a dull drone, like single voices in a crowd. The next thing my foggy mind registered was that I could not see. I opened my eyes, but the world remained dark.
'Have I gone blind?' I mentally asked myself. As I focused my attention on my sight, I became aware of a pressure on my eyelids and on the side of my head.
'A blindfold?' I mused, my muddled brain unable to understand. I decided instead to focus on the voices, dismissing the mask over my eyes for the moment.
"...He's a fine specimen." A man's voice said, "American, five foot seven, and roughly a hundred fifty pounds. Black hair, as you can see, and a pair of hazel eyes. Quite exotic, actually. Haven't seen anything like them. A yellow corona around his pupil, and a dark green iris."
"Where did you get him?" an accented female voice interrupted.
"Picked 'im up at Bogota airport in Cuba. He was on his way back to the states when we nabbed him. Slipped the drug into his drink at the café, then carried him out on a stretcher, posing as medical crew. No questions asked."
My brain slowly processed their words, slowly drawing conclusions. This man had kidnapped someone!
"That sounds a little conspicuous." The woman said, "You're sure they in no risk of him being traced or searched for?"
"None. This boy's an orphan. No living close family members. Being male will give his disappearance little to no media coverage, when he's discovered missing that is. It's when we nab the ladies for you that we have to be extra careful." The man laughed cruelly.
The puzzle finally began to fall together in my head. I was an orphan. My parents had been killed in a car accident the previous year. I had been in Bogota airport, on my way back from a spring break in the Galapagos Islands. My eyes had a yellow corona. What was going on here? My brain couldn't wrap itself around the facts, frustrating me to know end. Why was thinking so hard!?
"Alright." Said the woman, "How much for him?" There was a pause.
"Normally males aren't much." The man said nervously, "I usually ask around twenty five. But, given this one's untraceable circumstances and rare eyes, I'd like to ask forty. I'm sure you'd agree that that is a reasonable price."
The woman hummed indecisively. "Can I inspect him before I purchase?"
"Of course! Of course!"
There was a creak like rusty metal hinges opening. A hand slapped down on my right buttock with an audible smack. It was only then that I realized I was naked. My body was pressed against what felt like a hard plastic floor, and from what I began to feel, my eyes were the only part of me covered. I began to feel fear creeping into the fog around my thoughts.
I tried to turn away from the hand now playfully groping my ass, but my muscles refused to respond. Fear finally cut through the thick fog obscuring my thoughts. I was drugged, naked, being felt up and sold. I tried to cry out, to pull away, to do ANYTHING to stop what was happening to me. My body continued to ignore my brain's frantic commands.
A second hand joined the first and together they rolled me onto my back, accomplishing what my muscles refused to do. The hand started to work its way up the inner part of my thigh.
"He has a beautiful body." The woman said, her hand now cupping my exposed testicles.
"Certainly does madam." The man with the rough voice assured her, "if you're satisfied with him, there is still the matter of price..."
A finger traced the length of my swelling penis.
'Great.' I thought, 'Of all the things my body does THAT'S the one that still works.'
"Hmm..." The woman said, pensively, "I'll give you thirty thousand."
"Could I perhaps beg thirty-five, m'lady?" The man asked.
"Only because you asked nicely, Juan. Go see Lace. She'll see you're paid in full."
"Thank you, m'lady. You're generous as always." I could almost envision the man bowing, then bustling from the room.
"Oh, the fun we're going to have together..." the woman cooed, her hand still rubbing my cock.
With one final affectionate pat on my groin, I heard the metal door swing closed once more. I was alone, naked, and sold. And I couldn't even so much as cry about it. Not even my tear ducts responded to me. I was truly trapped, within my paralyzed body and within my new position as a slave.
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Sometime later I felt the plastic floor beneath me shift and sway, as though I were hanging in the air. I tried to keep my balance, but my muscles still refused to respond properly. I rolled to my right, impacting a plastic wall that curved up from the floor, which tilted all the more with my shifted weight. Every muscle and joint in my body tingled with the impact, a sign that they were one more reporting to my brain.
After what felt like several minutes, the floor righted itself from its tilted position with a heavy thud and a grinding noise. I rolled onto my back with a groan.
'Good.' I noted, 'At least my voice is returning.' I spent the next several minutes slowly experimenting with my body, gaining a tiny amount of control over my motor skills.
The metal door squealed open, causing me to jump with my fastest movement yet, which eliciting an amused giggle from whoever had opened the door.
"Sorry" said a new, younger, female voice. "Didn't mean to startle you. Here, let's get that mask off."
A hand touched the cloth around my head, and I reflexively recoiled slightly, drawing a second giggle.
"It's okay." The girl said, lifting the blindfold off my eyes, "I'm a friend."
As my bleary eyes came into focus, I finally got a glimpse of my surroundings. I was in a small hexagonal crate, no larger than three feet, by five feet, by three feet high. The walls, ceiling and floor were made of a uniform tan plastic. A dog crate. They had me shoved in a DOG CRATE.
Focusing my eyes beyond the steel mesh door to the crate, I located the source of the girl's voice. A girl somewhere around my own age was half kneeling just outside the crate, one hand on the door to keep it open. The other was stretched out to me, palm up. She had long, curly blonde hair and dark eyes. She wore a revealing set of white lace lingerie consisting of a bra, garter-skirt, thong, leggings, and a pair of gloves reaching to her elbows. The angle at which her chest tilted towards me provided me with quite the view of her breasts over the top of her bra.
Seeing so much of her white, smooth skin made my cock start to swell once more. I belatedly remember I was naked, and moved to cover myself. This once more set the girl giggling. I, on the other hand, wasn't really all that amused.
"Don't bother." The girl forced out, stifling her laughter, "I've seen plenty of naked people. Besides, I've already gotten a good look at you." She gave me a knowing look, and I felt my cheeks burn.
"Come. Let's get you out of your cage." She said, once more offering the white gloves hand. I cautiously took it and let her help me out of the cramped space. I realized that the crate was set into an alcove in the wall, a few feet of the floor, and just larger than the crate itself.
The room I found myself is was as white as the girl's lingerie. It was a bedroom with a large four-poster bed draped with white silk dominated the room. Across from the wall with my crate two tall, floor two ceiling window let light stream in though silk curtains matching those on the bed. Out the window I could see the tops of trees. The only furniture in the room, other than the bed, was a dresser, also white, pushed against one of the walls, which contained the only visible door. A hallway ran to the right of my crate.
"My name is Lily," The girl continued, "And yours is Seed."
"N-no, it's not." I stammered my voice hoarse from lack of use combined with the drugs in my system. "I'm..."
Lily silenced me with a white gloved finger on my lips. "Whoever you may have been, you are now Seed." Lily decreed, "You had best learn to respond to that name. Also, you are not allowed to speak, unless given permission."
I began to protest, but Lily silenced me with a 'shh...'
"I will not punish you, but other will not hesitate to." She said, not unkindly, "Learn your place, and you will find your life here much more enjoyable.
Lily paused to look me up and down, her eyes lingering on my groin, which despite her consolations, I was far too self-conscious to leave uncovered by my hands.
"Right now," She continued, "You are still under the effects of the sedative." She marched over to the painfully white dresser in her stiletto heels. My eyes involuntarily focused on her soft, exposed rump as she went. "As such, you have no realistic possibility to escape or resist me."
She was right. My legs were shaking uncontrollably, barely able to hold my weight, and my arms felt as though my bones were pumped full of lead.
