Brian's Point of View
"Sir, the girl has arrived. She's still trying to scream, but we've managed to restrain her and she is gagged, but not naked." My newest manservant informs me, then quickly bows and leaves my office.
I smile to myself, chuckling. I do so love it when they're fiery. It gives me great pleasure to know that this girl who thinks she is so strong will soon be a slave that begs me to torture and fuck her. I stand up, straightening my suit and tie.
I throw open my office doors, walking down the hallway. I go down several flights of stairs, and then arrive at the cells. Most of the 24 are empty, but three contain trained slaves, and one contains the reason I am here. I quickly type the number into the keypad, and the thick metal door swings open. I walk into the brightly illuminated cell. I am delighted by what I see.
A 20 year old girl with long red hair is chained to the concrete wall. Her face is beautiful, slanted cheekbones, big bright green eyes, a splash of freckles across a thin nose. She is wearing a knee-length flowy skirt with daisy patterns on it, a tucked-in white blouse, and black high-top converse. She has shapely legs and broad shoulders, with a desirably thin waist and what look to be about C cup breasts.
"Hello, my darling." I smile at her and she strains towards me, trying to scream words. "Oh, I'm sorry, I can't quite hear you. Let's get rid of that awful gag." The girl looks confused and angry, but she allows me to reach down and take off the gag.
"Are you here to get me out?" She asks, her eyes watery.
"Oh, no, nothing of the sort. I am the one who bought you. Now, will you be good if I let you out of the chains?"
"What?! You can't buy people! What the hell, dude? What do you want?"
"I just need you to answer some questions. I will answer any that you have after. Deal?" I ask, a small smile plastered on my face. She doesn't seem to like it, but she agrees.
"Alright. First question, are you a virgin? Be honest, we have ways to figure out, but I'd rather you just tell me." She gasps, taken aback.
"Erm...pervy question, man. But...no, I'm not, I have a serious boyfriend that I've had for 2 years and we've been having sex for over a year and a half."
"Okay, thank you. Only 2 more questions. Have you ever watched, read, or been in porn?"
"Gross! You really are a perv! Why the hell do you want to know these things?" She yells, backing away.
"My dear, we had an agreement, didn't we? Don't you want to know why you're here?"
She bites her bottom lip, assessing her situation more. Finally, she look up at me. "You better give me answers. Fine. I've watched and read a pretty good amount of porn, and I like it, but I would never want to be in it and I never have been."
"Good girl." I smile wider and sit down on the wall opposite her, crossing my legs at the ankle. "Last question, my darling. Have you ever heard of a master and slave sexual relationship? Like that book, '50 Shades of Grey'."
"Um, yeah, I've heard of it. What are you trying to tell me?"
"Oh, one more question, and then I will answer every single question you have. Have you ever had the sexual fantasy of being owned and used? Do you think it would be erotic or enjoyable?" I ask, and her eyes widen.
"No, not really. I like rough sex, but not like that. It doesn't seem fun or erotic." She responds, and then glares at me. "Ok, now where the hell am I, and how did I get here?!"
"Ah, that's simple. Just relax. You are at my house. I own a huge plot of land with no civilization or people for 30 miles. The house is enormous, and I have quite a large sum of money. As to how you got here, I've been monitoring your college campus, and you caught my eye. I sent my men to drug and kidnap you when you were heading back to your dorm after going to dinner with your boyfriend." I explain this and lounge back, waiting for her reaction.
Her mouth is wide open, and she is trying to process the information. Then, a murderous look settles in her eyes and she explodes in anger, struggling as hard as she can against the chains. "WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU?! YOU'RE JUST FUCKED UP, THAT'S WHAT YOU ARE! WHAT DO YOU EVEN WANT ME FOR?!"
I chuckle a tiny bit, her reaction is perfect. I get up and walk over to her. "Well, aren't you just a fiery one." I say lightly, and stroke her cheek. She bites at me, shrinking against the wall. "Oh, don't be like that. Soon we will be very familiar with one another."
She glares at me, trying to hide her confusion. I walk swiftly out of the cell, turning on my earpiece. "Bring the girl to the hospital wing. Put her on one of those metal tables and tie her down, spread eagled. Leave her clothes on, and do not harm her in any way. Call me when she's ready. Go now. I expect to hear from you in no less than ten minutes."
I head to my office. Might as well get some work done before I start training her. I have a feeling that she will be a challenge. I order one of my slaves to be brought to me. It's only been a couple minutes, I have time for her to give me a blowjob. The slave arrives in my office, a collar around her neck and nothing else, on her hands and knees.
She smiles and sits politely next to my chair. I smile down and say, "Oh, my whore. How good to see you." I pinch each of her dark nipples. They immediately become hard, and she moans a little, spreading her legs.
"Give me a blowjob, a quick one, but don't finish me off." She nods and unzips my pants. My 7 inch un-erect dick flops out, and she looks at it with lust. She immediately deepthroats it, putting one hand between her legs and entering herself with a few fingers. She works my cock, making it rock hard within 2 minutes. By the time I get the call that my new slave is ready, she has made herself orgasm and brought me to the edge.
"Good girl." I say. "You get extra food tonight. Go back to your cell like a good cock slut." She obeys immediately, her thighs still glistening with her cum. I stand up, zipping up my trousers. My cock strains against it, making a noticeable bulge. Good.
I walk swiftly out of the office and downstairs to the hospital wing. I get there in 5 minutes, and am pleased by what I see. The girl has the gag back in and is spread out, showing off her legs. Her blouse has been untucked and shoes and socks removed, but other than that, she is still clothed. Her green eyes are wildly searching as much of the room as she can see, her neck straining. She tries to scream when she sees me approaching, but makes almost no sound. Her eyes linger on the bulge in my pants, horrified.
"Oh, you do not know the pleasure it gives me to see you like this. All bound and helpless. I can't wait to begin." I bend my body over hers, squeezing her breasts through her shirt. She strains against the chains holding her there, squealing angrily.
"I think all this cloth is stopping me from acquainting myself with something I know I'll love. How about we get rid of all these nasty clothes, hm?" I begin to unbutton the blouse, and she screams long and hard, but finally stops, when she realizes she can't do anything. She is still straining, though.
I finish unbuttoning the blouse, and now I can see her white lacy bra. Oh, and lucky me, it unclips from the front. I slowly unclasp it, throwing both sides away from her magnificent breasts. They are both a perfect handful, with pink puffy nipples and large areolas. They are paler than the rest of her body, but very perky and the same size. I'm going to have a lot of fun with those.
I smile, then bend down, sucking and nibbling on her tits. They get hard fast, she obviously has tender nipples. I tease them with my fingers, and after a minute or so of sucking and pinching, she finally lets herself moan. Her back arches and she lets out a long moan. She obviously regrets it immediately, but she couldn't help it.
"Oh you loved that. Admit it." I whisper softly in her ear and suck on her earlobe. She does her best to get her head away from me, but she can only move about a centimeter each direction. I laugh lightly, pinching each of her nipples, before tracing my fingers down her waist and to her hips. Goosebumps erupt on her skin, and she moans again.
"You love contact anywhere. Gets you excited, doesn't it?" I ask in a low tone, my nimble hands arriving at the top of her skirt. I pull it down in one fluid motion, letting it rest around her ankles. Her panties match her bra, and she tries again to scream when I hook my fingers over the top of them. She squirms and tries desperately to free herself while I laugh.
I pull down the panties, inch by inch, and her protests get louder, and her movements more violent. I ignore her, my eyes taking in her beautiful pussy. I set a hand on it, and smile at what I find. She's sopping wet. I lick my hand. Oh, she tastes perfect.
I run one finger across the slightly puffy lips of her pussy. I find the hole and dip a finger into her. She screams and jerks violently, but she can do nothing to stop me.
Her pussy is not tight and she has obviously a moderate amount of sex. She is flexing, though, trying to push me out. I join the first finger with two others and go deep into her. Her back arches and she moans as I hit her G-spot. I smile and withdraw my fingers. Her eyes have a murderous light, but her body is yearning to be used.
"I don't know why you fight this. You're never going to escape. You will be my slave, however long it takes. Also, some leverage will be arriving shortly." I feel glee at the confusion in her eyes. I walk out of the room, leaving the girl.
I instruct my men to clothe her and bind her well. "Make sure that she cannot move an inch. Bring her to the grand foyer. I will already be there. And her clothes must consist only of a sheer, silk, short dress, no underwear or bra, a collar and leash, and a good gag, and her hair and makeup must be flawless."
They nod and walk into the hospital wing. I straighten my suit and comb my hair back with my fingers. My guest should be arriving any minute. I walk to the grand entrance of my house, and within 10 minutes, 4 guards enter, a chained, but not gagged boy being dragged between two of them. I dismiss all but one, who stands next to the boy to make sure he doesn't escape.
"Hello, my dear boy. I trust your trip was pleasant." I smile, andthe boy, looks angrily up at me, his mouth partially open because of a split lip.
"Who are you? What the hell did you bring me here for?" The boy asks. He talks like he was raised in England, but has spent the last few years in America. You can hear hints of the old accent when he speaks.
