Angie crossed her arms across her chest, bristling at the ice-cold wind. It was late, and she was exhausted after her boss had all but demanded she stay for a double shift. She'd been dreaming of her bed for hours, and she wasn't paying a lick of attention to anything happening around her.
As such, she didn't notice the black van rolling up beside her, and she didn't hear the door sliding open. However, she did feel a strong hand grab her by the arm and pull her backwards, and then another hand clamp over her mouth. Angie tried to scream, to struggle, but more hands had grabbed her to pull her back into the van. She bucked and fought, but all that got her was some cruel laughs and a vicious punch to the stomach.
Angie wheezed and tried to double over, losing focus on her fight for freedom. One of her captors slammed the van door shut, while two more got to work binding her up. The blond girl whimpered fearfully as they forced her into a cruelly tight hogtie, ripping at her clothes to reveal her body in full. She shivered as she felt her bare breasts press into the metal floor of the van, her back forced to arch so much her toes brushed up against her ponytail. "You look better like this," one of the men hissed in her ear. That set Angie off.
She screamed, thrashing around as much as she could. This was insane! Angie opened her mouth to hurl a string of insults and curse words at her captors, but instead found a massive red rubber ballgag locked between her jaws. "Naughty girl!" One of the men slapped her hard across the face. "You're a little firebrand, aren't you? It's going to be so much fun breaking you." Angie glared at him, still trying to scream around the gag despite the aching pain in her jaws.
The masked man tutted. "Do I need to get the next size up? It'll break your jaw, bitch." That shut Angie up immediately, and she started crying. The man ignored her, instead picking up more ropes and reinforcing her hogtie, even tying her ponytail to her toes. Angie groaned as the hogtie grew even tighter, helplessly drooling around the massive gag. "That's better, good girl! Dumb prisoners like you shouldn't try to speak. You'll learn that soon enough."
Angie picked at the knots binding her hands, but couldn't find anything resembling a weak point. Whoever had done this to her clearly knew what they were doing. She thought she'd been pretty good at getting out of ropes too; her ex-boyfriend had enjoyed trying to tie her up and she'd always gotten out with ease. But this was something else. It was immediately obvious that she'd have to wait for a good opportunity to stage an escape attempt.
The man watched with smug satisfaction as Angie's struggles slowed and finally stopped. "You wear ropes well, princess," he growled, and despite herself, Angie blushed a little. "I can't wait to see how you wear chains." That made the bound girl start panicking. Chains?! What did these sickos want with her? She started frantically struggling against her ropes again, only stopping when one of the men jammed a Taser into her neck and pressed the button.
Angie's thrashing stopped immediately. All her muscles tensed up and started seizing as the kidnapper held the taser in place longer than was absolutely necessary. By the time he finally relented, the blond girl was motionless once again, half-conscious with tears rolling down her cheeks. "Struggles are punished, princess. The sooner you figure that out, the sooner you'll start enjoying this process."
The van finally rolled to a stop. One of the men lifted Angie out of the back and carried her inside an ornate mansion, ignoring a series of household servants. Angie tried to beg them all for mercy, but none of them so much as looked up. Evidently, she was far from the first prisoner to be taken past them.
The man took her down to the basement, knocking sharply at a metal door before setting her down and quickly walking back up the stairs. He almost seemed scared of something, and if whatever was behind that door could scare him Angie wanted no part of it. She'd only just started picking at the knots again when the door swung open.
Angie found herself staring up at the most beautiful person she'd ever seen. They towered over her in leather high-heeled boots, wearing nothing else but a leather collar and corset. Their breasts protruded out past the tight leather, and a 9" cock swung between their legs. Angie was now drooling even more around the ballgag despite herself. A rush of images filled her brain as she imagined this person doing absolutely horrible things to her.
They squatted down, caressing her cheek and noticing the Taser burns in her neck. "Those beasts," they sighed. Their voice was music to Angie's ears. "Every time I tell them to bring my new toys to me undamaged, and every time they show up like this. If you're very good, I'll let you get some revenge on them, ok?" Angie nodded as best she could, not even taking a moment to wonder what this person considered "being very good" to mean. Besides, it wasn't like she could ask for clarification.
With practiced ease, they picked Angie up and carried her across the threshold, flicking on a light switch. Angie's eyes went wide as she saw a truly massive dungeon. Two walls were lined with iron bars, and Angie could hear a litany of nearly silent moans. She could only guess how many prisoners like her were trapped in there. The other walls were covered in every implement of torture Angie could imagine. She saw whips, chains, paddles, riding crops and plenty of other things she couldn't identify, including a huge metal box with at least 20 wires leading out of it. That one was particularly terrifying.
The leather-clad beauty laid Angie on a huge bed in the middle of the room, using several more ropes to lash her down inescapably tight. "Did those monsters give you any idea why you're here?" Angie shook her head, at least she tried to. "Good. Sometimes those idiots ruin the surprise. I'm honestly not sure why I keep them around." They traced a well-manicured nail down Angie's bare sole, savoring the little giggles that leaked out from behind the gag. "I've been watching you for a long time, Angie. I think you have some desires you haven't been acknowledging, don't you?"
Angie's face flushed bright red. She wasn't quite sure what those desires were, but she knew her captor was onto something. The whole reason she wasn't with that ex-boyfriend was because he refused to really seize control from her. She'd all but begged him to treat her more or less like his slave, but he'd ignored her. Angie had long since arrived at the conclusion that she'd never get what she wanted on that front, and she had convinced herself that she was fine with that.
But now, held totally captive and face-to-face with someone who seemed to have no intentions of freeing her, Angie felt all those old instincts bubbling up to the surface. The sweet smile her captor gave her hid layers of menace, and Angie could tell that this was the last moment of calm she'd get for a long time. Even through that, her muscles were aching as the hogtie kept her in its grip.
"I'd ask if you're ready to begin, but I'll be honest sweetie, your opinion matters very little to me," they whispered in her ear. "I'm going to break you down and rebuild you as the slave girl you and I both want you to be. Once I'm done, I'll either keep you as my personal toy or sell you to a friend. Get used to the idea now, because I can guarantee you won't be getting out."
Angie tried to hate that notion, she really did. She knew she was supposed to, nobody should want this! But as her captor gave her a kiss on the forehead and slipped a blindfold over her eyes, she resigned to the fact that she didn't hate it. Well, she didn't hate the idea of it, anyway. But from what she'd seen coming into the room, it seemed like she had plenty of agony to look forward to.
"If you're ever allowed to speak, you will refer to me as Alpha," they said, tightening Angie's hogtie as hard as they possibly could. "I wouldn't count on getting that privilege, though. I don't grant it especially often, even to my most loyal slaves." Angie screamed into her gag as her muscles were stretched harder than she believed was possible, and she heard Alpha laugh. "Oh you sweet girl. If you think this hurts, you haven't seen anything yet."
Angie whimpered as she felt Alpha wrap a rope around her neck at least five times. They pulled it tight, leaving just enough slack for Angie to frantically huff through her nose but not enough to properly fill her lungs. The blond girl could already feel a faint ache in her chest that was already starting to get worse by the second. "It would be so easy to take away your air for good," Alpha hissed as they bit down on Angie's ear. "But where's the fun in that? I've got far too many plans for you just to snuff you out."
