Ch 01 Abducted

Susan's Odyssey

Chapter 1

Abducted.

Before beginning this story, I would like to inform the reader that it is purely a story and any resemblance to anyone living or dead is purely coincidental. At times the tale of Susan's Odyssey may get a little dark, but please remember it is only a story and in no way portrays real life. Also, feel free to make any comments or suggestions good or bad. I would also like to add that this story has been written in collaboration with my subbie susan.

It was hot as hell as I jumped into the car, heading off for our weekly grocery shopping at Shoprite. I hated grocery shopping, but it was just one of those chores that had to be done.

As usual, Master had set out my clothes, and I was currently dressed in a nice pink T-shirt and cut-off shorts. As I am going out, I am allowed to wear panties, so I had on one of my favourite black thongs. Weirdly, I liked the way the back would ride up my butt crack and, on occasion, keep a butt plug firmly in place. Fortunately, today was not a day I was being punished for some misdemeanour, so my butthole was devoid of anything sticking in it, which made a nice change.

Arriving at the car park, there were plenty of spaces, and I was soon parked and heading into the store for our shop. As usual, I am picking up the mundane everyday things we need to get us through the week, and eventually, I am through the checkout and heading back to my car.

I am somewhat pissed to see a black van parked very close to my car. There are plenty of empty spaces in the lot, so why has the idiot decided to park right next to me? I open the trunk and deposit the groceries before trying to squeeze between the van and the side of my car to get into the driver's seat. I am fuming at the struggle and still wondering why this arsehole has parked so close.

I am just fumbling with the keys to my car when the side door of the van unexpectedly suddenly slides open and hands reach out and grab me, dragging me into the van. I immediately start to struggle and am just about to let out a scream when something goes across my face, and a few seconds later I pass out.

When I finally wake up, I am somewhere very dark. Kind of a rocky ride....There is a little daylight coming through some kind of vent above me, but mostly it seems pitch black. I am also lying on the floor, which I think is covered with straw. I am aware that I have peed myself but from the initial smell, it appears that I might not be alone and others have done the same thing.

Sitting up, I let my eyes grow accustomed to the dark and can now just about make out a girl sitting opposite me on the floor. She lifts her hand and gives me a slight wave.

"So you have finally woken up," she says. "You have been out now for almost two days! I thought you were dead. My name's Audra, by the way."

I look across at her, still not registering what is happening. "Where the hell am I?" I ask.

"Well, I am not entirely sure," she replies. "From what I can figure out, we are in some kind of container, and by the rocking, I think it's on a boat. We have been in this container for two days along with five other girls you can't see." With that, she waves in the direction of the darkness, and I can now make out the sounds of some sobbing and also hear the rustling of some chains. "You have been asleep for those two days," she goes on to tell me.

I am trying to process the information Audra has just told me when I realise I have something around my neck. Reaching up, I feel what seems to be a metal collar with a chain attached to it. Pulling on the chain, I realise the other end must be secured to something. I'm chained up! Then I realise that not only do I have a collar, but I also have metal cuffs on both my wrists and ankles and the handcuffs are locking my hands together.

"What the hell's happening?" I shout out. "Get me outta here." I begin to scream uncontrollably until I am hoarse. But then the crying sets in. Where is Master, does he know what happened to me? Is he coming to get me? Will he contact the police? Of course he will. He must be so worried...I don't remember the last time I was away from him for even a few hours let alone a few days. I hope he doesn't think I ran away from him. So many thoughts running around in my mind.

I pull frantically on the chain to no avail. I am well secured to something.

"Calm down," I hear Audra say. "You're not going anywhere. Trust me, I have already tried. I don't know where we are going, but judging from the box and the bucket you have next to you, I am guessing we are stuck here for a few more days."

Box and bucket? I look to my side, and sure enough, there is a box, and in the dim light it looks like it contains three large bottles of drinking water, some fruit, and three or four packs of cookies. Next to the box is a metal bucket.

I sit back and close my eyes, realising with a sinking feeling that I think I've been abducted. I never even believed something like this could happen these days. How the hell am I going to get out of this mess?

I won't bore you with what happens over the next three days. To be honest, very little happens. I talk with Audra, and occasionally we shout across to the other girls we can't see. I find out I am not the only submissive here and it's the submissive ones that are most quiet. I know when it's night as what little light we have from the vent disappears. We both try to be careful with the food and water, not knowing when we will be released from this hell.

At some point, I am finally forced to use the bucket to pee. It is difficult to take down my cut-offs handcuffed and chained to the wall, but after some fumbling, I manage it. I hear Audra snigger as I try to squat down on the bucket, and although it's humiliating having to pee in front of someone, what other choice do I have?

We stayed in that hell hole for a further three days before eventually the rocking stopped, and it was clear the boat had reached its destination. There was the sound of heavy clanking chains all around us before I felt the sensation of being lifted. The container we were in was being unloaded.

There was a heavy bang as the container finally met solid ground, and it was not long after that the container doors opened and light flooded in, making it difficult to see.

"OK, slaves, welcome to your new home!" someone shouted, and I could see people moving into the container.

"Hell, it stinks in here," I heard someone say before I felt hands roughly grasping my chain and pulling me to my feet. "OK slave, up you get. Let's go see if we can't find you a nice new Master."

I start to struggle but receive an instant slap in the face for my efforts.

"Calm down, I am told, "unless you want more of that." I then receive another slap to my face and realise it might be better to play along for now.

My eyes were slowly adjusting, and I could now see Audra in front of me and someone attaching my chain to her neck collar. She suddenly jerks forward, and I am of course forced to follow her, being pulled along by the chain. I emerge from the container into a sunny, humid atmosphere, and it is clear we are far from my native New Jersey.

We stop for a minute, and it gives me a chance to look around. We are standing on a cobbled road, and the few buildings around us appear to be almost mediaeval in appearance. There are also a few people standing to one side laughing and pointing at us.

I face forward and look at the back of Audra. I can now see her much better in the light. She is slim and looks quite athletic. She has gorgeous blond hair, which is trailing halfway down her back. There is an obvious chain coming from her neckline and attaching to my collar. She seems to be wearing a bikini costume.

Before I can think more about anything, I am jerked forward and forced to follow behind Audra up a small hill to what looks like a wooden stage set in a small square. My hands are still locked together, and I am the last in the line with the other girls in front of me. I can see that the girls are being searched for anything valuable, jewellery...gold in particular. My gold jewellery is hidden for now but I glance down at my right hand and I panic when I see my gold bracelet shining in the sunlight. My gold bracelet....a gift from Master...and he had it welded to my wrist so it can't be removed....a symbol that I belong to him and that will never change. It is ripped from my wrist brutally by a very brutish thick dirty hand...the same one that slapped my face. A fresh flood of tears made its way down my cheeks but I tried to be as quiet as I could.

Occasionally I feel the sharp sting of something across my bottom and the command to keep moving. I can't turn to see who or what the hell is smacking me, but I am definitely feeling its sting and am desperately trying to keep close to Audra to avoid further torment.

Eventually, I find myself climbing wooden stairs, following the girls, before a the same brutish, rough, dirty man walks along the line, making us all face forward. I am now looking at a large group of people staring back at me.

It doesn't take me long to figure out this is some kind of auction and that each girl in the chain line is being auctioned off. Every time a girl is sold, she is unchained from her neighbour's collar and led from the stage to whoever has made the purchase.

It is not long before just Audra and myself are standing there. I am frankly still in total disbelief this is even happening to me. The auction progresses with hands going up in the crowd, and eventually, Audra is sold, and I watch as she is led from the stage to a fat, ugly man who quickly takes her chain and drags her off.

It is now my turn, and I find it hard to keep up with the bidding as hands fly up from all parts of the crowd. I note that both men and women are bidding on me, although frankly, I have no idea what they think they will be getting if they purchase me.

The dirty man moves in front of me and, grasping the front of my T-shirt, quickly lifts it, revealing my breasts.

"Look at the tits on this one," he cries as he flicks his dirty fingers on each of my breasts...manhandling them roughly. "Who wouldn't want to play with these whenever they felt like it? Masters, mistresses, she could be all yours for the right price!"

He drops the T-shirt as he continues to scan the audience, accepting bid after bid.

Moving around behind me, I feel his dirty hands grasp the waistband of my shorts. "So who wants to see what goodies are hiding here?" he asks.

There is an uproar and cheering from the crowd, and with one strong movement, the buttons of my cut-offs are ripped open and the shorts fall to the ground. I am now standing in front of the crowd with just my T-shirt and thong. Roughly he spins me around so my back is now facing the crowd.

"Come come, ladies and gentlemen, who wouldn't want to spank this firm arse?" he asks before I feel his hands squeezing my globes, followed by a healthy smack. I then feel him push my chained hands to one side and grasp the thong before spreading me wide open.

"Just think of the fun you could have with this cute rosebud," he shouts. My face is inflamed, first with embarrassment then with total anger.

He spins me around before again taking the thong and pulling hard, which has the obvious desired effect of having the material slip between my labia lips, and I am standing there almost naked, now exposing my intimate area. It is obvious to everyone that my labia is ringed, and of course he pulls on the rings to emphasise this fact. I am feeling utterly degraded, scared out of my mind, and can only wish this nightmare to end. There is nothing to distract me from this bizarre nightmare....just the knowledge that Master will find me and take me home.

Eventually, the auction concludes, and I am being pulled from the stage before my chain is placed into the hands of a man who I would guess is probably in his early 50s. I would say he is kind of handsome in a mature way... but what I do not realise is that I will be getting to know this man very well in the coming weeks and months.

"Do you want these?" the filthy man asks as he lifts my cut-offs and offers them to what is now, I assume, my new owner.

The man smiles and says no, and with my chain in his hand, he unceremoniously pulls me along behind him. I have no choice but to follow him as he leads me further up the hill.

"Where are you taking me?" I blurt out, but he simply ignores me and continues to pull me further up the cobbled road. My original impression of this place is confirmed as we pass more and more buildings, all of which look like they are from the medieval period in England. There seem to be no vehicles of any kind, but a few of what I think might be horses are being used for what I assume are deliveries. Practically all the people I see are on foot, although a few small carriages go by us again with, well, I think now, females pulling them. Overall, there seem to be smartly dressed men and women interspersed with what seem to be scantily dressed males and females and a few children, plus of course these females pulling carts and carriages. I feel like a time traveller.

I try to pull back and make him stop, but whenever I do, he gives a sharp tug on the leash, and I am forced to move forward or fall flat on my face, which would probably hurt like hell with my hands secured behind me. So ultimately I am forced to follow him.

We eventually arrive at a large house with an imposing front door. He knocks on the door, and it is soon opened by a woman who bows and allows him to enter, pulling me along behind him. I am led through the house and into a large room at the back where a hook is hanging from the ceiling in the centre of the room. Before I knew what was happening, he had grabbed my cuffed hands, attached them to the hook, and pressed a button on the wall. My arms are slowly being hoisted above me until I am fully stretched, barely able to touch the ground.

I immediately start screaming to be let down, shouting that he can't do this to me. "I'm an American citizen!" I scream out, hurling every threat I can think of. I can't actually see him, but suddenly I feel the most excruciating pain lance across my behind, and I'm forced to scream out. He then appears in front of me holding what I would describe as a riding crop in his hand and tapping it across the palm of his other hand.

"Do you want any more?" he simply asks.

I shake my head emphatically. "No, no, no," I say, having never experienced that level of pain even with my Master.

"OK then, behave," he says. "From this point on, you will do exactly what I say when I say it. Failure at any point will lead to discipline, and trust me, you don't want to feel my discipline."

He then turns to the woman standing close by. "Jody, check her over, then clean and dress her properly. I will be back later. If she gives you any trouble, you have my permission to use the paddle on her."

"Yes, Master," I hear her say.

With that, the man turns around and disappears before I hear the main door bang closed. I turn to look at the woman who approaches me. She does not appear to be that much older than me, and if I had to guess, I would put her in her early thirties.

"I am Master Jed's housekeeper and slave," she says, staring into my eyes. "You will do everything I say when I say it. Right now, Master has instructed me to check you, then clean and dress you, so that is exactly what I intend to do, and you won't give me any trouble at all unless you want to feel the wooden paddle across that bottom of yours."

I am not sure who this woman is, but the way she is talking to me suggests that she means every word of what she is saying. I have no idea what the hell is meant by checking me over, and how she is supposed to dress me when I am strung up like a turkey, I don't know.

"You're not going to touch me," I shout at her as she approaches me. I kick out, trying to land a blow on her, but she dodges and disappears behind me. I now can't see her but suddenly feel the sting of a paddle as it connects across my exposed globes. It is quickly followed by three more hard smacks to my bottom, and I scream out in pain. I try to swivel around to prevent the pain in my bottom, but she simply follows me around, continuing to smack me hard. I am now crying openly from both the smacks I am getting and my current clearly hopeless situation.

She eventually stops and reappears in front of me holding a pair of scissors.

"Are you going to behave now?" She asks me.

Through my tears, I nod my head, knowing I can't bear any further smacks from that paddle.

With the scissors, she quickly cuts my T-shirt from me, and I am now strung up wearing just the thong, which is still buried between my labia.

"Hmmm, pierced nipples," she says, tugging at one of my small metal bars. "Master will like that, although I expect he will change the bars and ring you."

She then cups both my breasts before squeezing and mauling them. I try to twist out of her grip, but she warns me to keep still or feel the paddle again. The warning is enough, and I try to calm down, letting her grope away, hating every minute. Of course, what I don't know is there is far worse to come.

She then orders me to open my mouth. I look her stubbornly in the eyes, and with a sigh, she heads back behind me.

"OK, OK," I quickly say, knowing that with her behind me there is every chance that my butt is going to feel the paddle again if I don't start cooperating.

Opening my mouth, she first puts a finger inside, rubbing it along my teeth. This first finger is then followed by two more fingers, which she pushes to the back of my throat, and my gag reflex cuts in, and I start to choke.

"Hmmm, you're going to need to do a lot better than that with Master," she says as she withdraws her fingers from my mouth.

I have no idea what the hell she means by that remark but have no time to ponder it, as with two snips she has removed my thong, which is now lying at my feet. I am now completely naked and listen as she remarks that my ringed labia will please Master. She then grasps the rings and spreads me wide open to her gaze.

"What a cute little pussy you have there," she remarks before she unceremoniously pushes two fingers deep into me. I gasp and hold my breath. "Good, you're still relatively tight there. That will also please Master."

It now appears is time to clean me and soon she is going at me with a sponge and warm water, and for the most part, it feels quite pleasant. She instructs me to move my legs apart, but there is no way that's going to happen. I watch as she waits, expecting me to comply, before she disappears behind me, and I suddenly feel the sting of a paddle across my bottom. I yell out more in surprise than pain; however, the slap is quickly followed by another, and now I am yelling more from the pain than shock.

She appears again in front of me and simply says, "Open."

What choice do I have? It's either open my legs or feel that bloody paddle again. Reluctantly, I open my legs and watch as her hand is soon between my thighs, sponging me vigorously. She then moves around to my back and spreads my cheeks, pushing the sponge up and down my buttocks. It is extremely humiliating, and certainly, I have never experienced being cleaned this way with absolutely no regard for my modesty.

The sponging is finally over, and I am now being towelled down before she covers my body with some sort of oil. I note she pays particular attention to my breasts and vulva, and occasionally I even feel a finger slip back inside me.

Eventually, thank goodness she is done, and I watch her disappear before reappearing carrying what I assume to be my new clothing. Actually, I am about to find out that what I am to wear is a far cry from what most people would call clothing.