Ness has decided that in her sexual excitement, she would wear this bikini outfit for the rest of the month. The next few days were a blur, as she continued to walk outdoors on little vanity sessions, attracting the gazes of quite a few more men and a few police officers who tried to accuse her of prostitution. Of course, she never actually got with anyone, it was more... public exhibitionism.
Nothing quite as exciting as that man from the other day. She learned that his name was Michael.
She loved how light and free she felt in her skimpy clothes, and for the first time in a few hundred years, she was incredibly happy again.
Every night, she would return to her small apartment, bathe, and put on a change of bikinis and footwear. One night, fast asleep, she was suddenly jolted awake by a sharp sound - it sounded like a *crack*.
Eyes wide, she slowly moved herself out of her blankets, her feet gripping the cold wooden floor as she made her way across the room to the door.
Suddenly, as if punched, the door slammed open, and there he was. The man from the library. Ness screamed. She ran back to her bed, and jammed open a small window. The man was fast on her heels.
She lived in the middle of a forest, so she could probably get away if she was quick. The problem was, the windows only opened a slit. She would have to squeeze to get through.
Putting one leg through, she grabbed the windowsill with her left hand, and pulled herself into the gap. And she was through. Easier than expected, slight Ness thought, as she pushed herself up from the firm soil she had alighted on.
Her pursuer was less graceful. He slammed through the window with a loud curse, and Ness only slightly avoided getting knocked flat on her back with the force of his landing.
"Yeah..." she murmured to herself. "Time to run...!"
With that, she bounded through the woods. Her lithe form was fast as a deer, and she has had much time to practice over the millennia. But grace could never outmatch raw power, and the heavily muscled form of her pursuer was better over short distances.
She narrowly avoided his early grabs, leaping off a large root, gripping a low-hanging branch, and vaulting away like female-Tarzan, just quieter.
Twisting her body out of another grab, she dove neck-first into the man's outstretched left hand.
She was had.
Gasping for breath and battering weakly at his arms, she quickly lost consciousness as the much stronger man gripped her bare neck with negative chances of escape. "That was quick," she thought, as she drifted off into unconsciousness.
Ness awoke with a start.
It was dark and dingy. The lights were off, but she could make out distinct shapes of chains, whips, and...
"Oh no," she thought. "A sex dungeon."
She struggled helplessly. Her arms, legs, torso, and neck were bound tightly together. It felt like her body was outstretched in thin air, but she was quite unable to move even an inch. There were strong clamps around her nipples and dildos jammed into both her asshole and clit. A penis-gag was in her mouth, choking her.
Suddenly, the lights turned on. It seemed the room was tracking her movements. A loudspeaker turned on above her.
"Aye, Ness, that was a good attempt to flee. But none have ever escaped me."
The man paused for a minute before continuing. "Do you like the setup? I know, a little much for the first day, but I've always like breaking them in quicklike." His voice turned stern. "From now on, you will call me master, or sir, understood? Refer to yourself as 'slave,' 'this one,' or not at all."
Ness couldn't talk so she whimpered in response. The man took this as a satisfactory response.
"Now, I want you to stay in that position as I turn on the vibrators for an hour. If you cum, I will spank you 20 times and you won't be getting food for the day. Is that understood?"
Again, Ness whimpered.
"Good. This goes for every day from now on. I will decide on your daily regimen when I see fit." He paused. "Oh and if you're wondering why I'm doing this, I know your type. Knew it as soon as I saw you look at me with that slutty getup of yours. Don't worry, no one's coming for you; the police think you've committed suicide at the beach." She could hear pleasure through the mic. "You see, I put footprints leading away from your little apartment that night. You were very helpful you know, you were already heading there anyway... almost as if you wanted to get caught... hm."
The man laughed harshly and disconnected, the microphone shuddering to a stop.
The poor girl struggled in the basement, trying in vain to break through. The vibrators turned on as pre-ordained, but the excitement of the situation made her orgasm almost instantly.
She waited nervously for her master to show up.
The door slammed open, revealing the man's regal face. "So. Slave girl. You have disobeyed me. You know what that means, yes?"
Ness trembled. This was going to hurt.
The man grinned wickedly, and hefted a paddle.
