It was late in February 2016, one year ago this month. I was walking home from my job at the hospital where I worked as an admissions clerk. It was a three mile walk and it gave me plenty of time to feel sorry for myself.
The last few years had been rough to say the least. It started with oil shortages which lead to an economic depression. Millions of people were unemployed. Then in 2015 the flu pandemic began. It hit too fast for anyone to prepare. The government was failing. We often had rolling black outs. I heard rumors that some cities in the Midwest were running out of food.
All I knew for sure was that the hospital I worked at was a living hell. When the flu first struck we were swarmed with panicked people. Most of them weren't even sick yet. As winter approached more people came to us for help and we had to start turning them away. There were beds set up in every available space, but we still didn't have enough room.
The morgue struggled as well. By the end of December bodies were everywhere. People were leaving the dead to lie on the streets like garbage.
I guess I should have felt lucky. I had a job, even if it didn't pay regularly. Spring was nearing and, so far, I was still alive. I got sick that November, but I survived.
However, my fiancé and parents did not.
I continued thinking about my life as I walked. Soon, I had the eerie feeling that someone was following me. I stopped and turned around. It was dark and I couldn't see anything. I was in a subdivision about a mile away from my house. It appeared to have electricity, but there was little light on the street. I thought I saw something move in a shadow.
I kept walking, faster this time, my instincts told me to run, but I ignored them. I felt stupid for walking home alone. I should have saved enough money for gas or found a ride. I was twenty four years old and I suppose I would be considered attractive. To make matters worse, the police presence was scarce since the pandemic.
Suddenly, someone grabbed me from behind. I tried to scream, but they stifled it with their hand. I could tell from the size that it was a man's hand. I tried to kick at him, but I could not make contact. I felt him lift up my heavy coat and jam something metal into my side. My muscles went limp and I fell to the ground in a heap. My mind was still aware and I knew he used a stun gun on me.
The man picked me up and threw my limp body over his shoulder. I could not see his face. He carried me a short distance and then he stopped in front of a house. I was beginning to regain some feeling in my limbs and I was desperately willing them to move. My heart was beating irregularly. I thought I was going to die of fright. The man carried me into the house shutting the door behind us. He threw me on the floor and I landed hard on my ass. I got a good look at him for the first time. He was around thirty years old and his head was shaved. He was wearing a sweatshirt and jeans. He looked solemn as he turned and locked the deadbolt.
He turned back to me. "What's your name?"
"Vivian." I said shakily.
"Get up." he ordered.
I struggled to get my legs to support me. They trembled as I stood up.
"Come with me." he said.
I looked at him, dumbfounded. He grabbed my hand and dragged me down a hallway to a bedroom.
The bedroom scared me even more. Everything in it was black, except for the thick shiny chains that hung from the ceiling in a corner of the room. It was definitely something you wouldn't find in most suburban homes.
"Let's get this over with." he stated coldly, "You are my new slave. You will not leave this house unless I allow it. Now, strip."
He spoke to me with such authority that I actually started to take my coat off. I caught myself and stopped. He frowned at me.
"You will learn to do as you're told, Vivian."
I was not prepared for the slap that landed across my face. It knocked me sideways bringing tears to my eyes. He tackled me and tore off my clothes. He had the unnatural ability to put me in positions that were so painful, I could offer little resistance.
When I was naked he led me by my long hair to the corner of the room with the chains. He fastened my wrists to them and pulled them tight. He stopped when my arms were suspended over my head. I felt as if my shoulders were going to be pulled out of their sockets. Facing the corner, I could not see what he was doing, though from the sounds I heard, I guessed that he was getting undressed. I heard some other noises as well, but I couldn't tell what they were.
It seemed like I was there forever, hanging in the dark corner, listening to shuffling and other less discernable sounds, before he finally returned and shoved a rubber ball into my mouth. It had straps that went around my face to the back of my head. He secured it so I could not get it out. I moaned as I realized what was happening. I had only been with two men, but I was not naive. I knew what to expect next, as he walked away, leaving me once again to stare in horror at the darkened shadows of the corner.
This time he did not leave me waiting. The next sound I heard was the crack of a whip as it landed across my back. I screamed into the gag. I was sure that my flesh was being ripped open with each blow that rained down on my backside. It didn't take long before I was sobbing. After an eternity, he stopped and unchained me. I now had a full view of him through my teary eyes. He was slightly muscular and several inches taller than me. My eyes couldn't help but drift down to his hard cock.
"If I take the gag out, do you promise to be quiet?" he asked in a calm voice that gave me chills.
I nodded my head. My jaw ached almost as bad as my back and I would have promised anything if it got him to take it out.
He undid the straps and I pushed it out of my mouth quickly. He turned me around and kissed me softly on the forehead, as his hands moved over my breasts. Gently, he caressed them until my nipples were hard. He traced his fingertips lightly down my sides, over the curves of my hips, around to my ass, tightly squeezing it.
I gasped at the pain. He smiled a little and led me to his bed. I thought about protesting, but I have to confess that I am a coward when it comes to pain. I could not bear the thought of being whipped like that again.
He pushed me onto my back causing me to yelp. My legs were draped over the edge of the bed. He knelt down between them. I felt his tongue touch my clit. It seemed more sensitive than normal and I jumped when he touched it. I was surprised that I was able to get any pleasure from this after the torturous hell he had just put me through.
He licked my clit for a long time before moving down to the opening of my pussy. He impaled me with his tongue and I moved my hips towards his face. He moved back up to my clit and began tonguing it in earnest. Despite my fears and shame I could feel my orgasm building. I began moaning softly as it approached. I felt numb as I came for him.
I was allowed to recover for a moment before he rolled me over. "Get on your knees." he instructed.
I did as I was told. I put my knees on the edge of the bed and put my face down. I expected him to start fucking me, but he leaned over me and kissed the back of my neck. He continued kissing and gently biting down my back. I couldn't help but feel aroused. He seemed to instinctively know where all of my sensitive spots were.
