Ken glared at his car. The damn thing had come to an unscheduled halt. He figured it was probably the engine, which he really couldn't afford to repair. And he was out past the city limits. It would be quite a slog back to where he could get help.
Well, no point in hanging around. Ken angrily kicked the tire and determinedly set out back along the road. To make matters worse, it was a dark, cloudy night and the road was not well lit. Muttering under his breath, Ken stalked along the side.
Two of the streetlights up ahead had gone out. Now the road was even more dark. Ken scowled and sped up his pace.
WHACK!
The blow to the back of Ken's head sent him sprawling face down onto the dirt along the side of the road. There was a jab at the back of his neck, as if someone had stuck him with a needle. Within seconds, Ken had lost consciousness.
*
Ken slowly came awake. He was lying on something soft. He blinked his eyes open and looked around.
He was naked, on a bed in an otherwise bare room. There was something around his neck. He twisted his head and saw a leash attached to a steel ring in the wall. He tugged at the leash. It was made of some light but very strong material.
A bathroom was to his right. He entered, used it, showered, dried himself off and brushed his teeth.
"You're awake."
A tall, naked, red-haired woman was now standing in the room. She had a well-muscled body with womanly curves, a firm chest (Ken guessed they were C-cup breasts, though he wasn't an expert on bra sizes), and a lovely round butt.
"So I am."
"You are Ken Baynes, age 28, and you were living on Dalton Road." She grinned. "I read the information off your driver's licence before I disposed of it, your wallet, your keys, your clothes and your car. I figure it'll take about three days before the cops find them with your car, in the lake. When your body doesn't show up they'll probably assume you turned into fish food."
"Who are you?"
"Monica Green. I'm 31 years old and have been working out for three hours per day since I was 10. That's why I'm in such good shape."
"Where am I?"
"In my basement. Which is where you will stay for the rest of your life. There's no way you can remove the collar or get the leash off it. I'll bring you three meals a day."
"What do you want with me?"
"To use your body as I please for my own pleasure."
"May I have one of those meals now?"
"Sure."
Monica returned a few minutes later with two plates full of food, two glasses of water, and a couple of TV trays. She and Ken ate in silence, then Monica cleared the dishes and removed the trays.
When she returned, she had a small bag with her. She proceeded to bind Ken's limbs to the bed posts, leaving him face up.
"Bear in mind that if you try anything stupid, I can always make sure your dead body joins your car in the lake."
Ken nodded. He didn't like the situation, but he was a realist.
"You may have the privilege of kissing my breasts. And be gentle."
Monica leaned over, placing her chest on Ken's face. He tentatively kissed where the upper part of her breast joined her torso.
