Prologue
Kim couldn't believe it. The money was real. Her bank had just confirmed it.
Dollar sign, one comma zero zero zero comma zero zero zero point zero zero. One. Million. Dollars.
Oh, shit, she thought to herself as she hung up the phone. What was she going to do?
Kim had needed money. The night before she was pouring out her troubles at the local bar she preferred, telling anyone who would listen about the scammers who had stolen almost everything from her.
She had gotten so drunk her normal caution had abandoned her and she found herself talking to a handsome stranger. One with an offer she must not have refused. How she wished she could remember!
There was a soft knock at the door of her studio apartment. Great, she thought, just what she needed, Mrs. Del Rio down the hall needed to borrow something else!
She opened the door. That was not Mrs. Del Rio.
A familiar stranger greeted her. It was last night's handsome guy, she must have been REALLY drunk if she had told him where she lived.
"Awake I see. Good! Ready to go?" His voice was a smooth bass easing it's way into her ears. "I'd like to get started right away."
"Who are you?" Kim asked apprehensively. He was standing almost eerily still, hands in his pockets, head cocked to one side, a small smile on his lips.
"You don't remember? The bartender said you probably wouldn't. I'm Ben. We met last night." He automatically extended a hand and she took it. It was large, warm and strong.
"Tell you what, Kim," he said with a glance at his Patek Phillippe watch. "Why don't we talk in the car?" She looked over his shoulder into the street to see a gleaming black limo idling at the curb.
Kim felt as if she were in a dream. "Sure," she said, "just let me grab my purse."
The back of the limousine was huge. A partition kept the driver hidden, their voices private. There was a small bar and Ben was making her a drink as she looked around.
"So, how much do you recall from last night?" Ben asked, handing her a frosty glass. Kim took a sip. Whatever it was, it was delicious. "Almost nothing," Kim replied honestly.
"Well then, let me remind you." Ben told her about being in town for his little brother's wedding, stopping at the bar on a whim on his way out of town, hearing Kim's story.
"It was last call and you were thinking about driving home. As I was leaving too I offered you a ride. In the car you repeated your story and I... I made you an offer. You accepted."
Ben's dark eyes found hers, locked on. His already deep voice dropped further. "I offered you one million dollars. In exchange for five nights with you as my... slave."
The word 'slave' seemed to slap Kim out of her trance. "What the fuck, mister, you're crazy. I would never have..." Kim's own voice rang in her ears, Ben was holding up a tiny digital recorder, the volume increasing to a drunken shout.
"I agree, I agree already, you hunk! Let's do this! Woo!" Kim heard her voice say. "I want what's in those pants! Yeehaw!" She blushed with embarrassment. Thankfully Ben clicked the recorder off.
"I'm not a monster, Kim. I didn't spike your drink or blackmail you, I made an offer. I'm very wealthy," he added unnecessarily. "I find you attractive. I asked some of the locals about you last night too, everyone likes you and thinks you got a raw deal."
He took her face in his hands and looked deep into her eyes. "You can back out anytime you want to. I made that clear last night. But if you give yourself to me for all five nights..."
Give yourself to me? Kim thought. Not what I would have expected from a guy who wants a slave. But Ben was going on. "After night five you get the bonus. The scammers who ruined you. I will find them and put them in jail."
Whaaaat?!?! Who was this guy? That would... that would be... "I accept," Kim heard herself saying. "Yes, let's get started."
Chapter One
Warm. Everything was warm. And soft, so soft.
She opened her eyes. She vaguely remembered coming here with Ben. Was there something in that drink after all?
He'd said he had to leave, then he introduced her to... a woman. Chloe. Where was she?
Kim heard soft moaning coming from a television set at the foot of the bed. She raised her head. Lesbian porn?
Suddenly Kim realized she was restrained. She had tried to sit up and couldn't. She raised her head again.
Thick black leather cuffs were wrapped around her ankles, which were in turn chained to the foot of the bed on each side, spreading her legs to their limit.
Her arms were shackled above her head, tied not by cuffs but strong silk ropes. She was completely comfortable but could not move an inch.
No one else was in the room with her, it looked like a very expensive hotel room. The TV continued playing; the action was heating up by the sound of the passionate cries rendered in superb quadraphonic sound.
Kim couldn't help herself, she started watching it. Two women were locked in a lusty 69 while a third watched, rubbing her shaved cunny.
It was pretty hot, she had to admit to herself. Kim realized with a shock that the third woman, the one on the side about to cum, looked an awful lot like her!
That made things even hotter for the bound woman. The woman in the video was definitely not Kim, she was bustier and a few years younger but the resemblance was there.
Kim's body started responding of it's own accord. Her nipples tightened and blood rushed to her crotch. Kim kept her pussy was shaved as well so the look was all the more close.
A door opened out of Kim's sight. A sudden rush of fear gripped her. "Ben?" she called, hoping for a light and playful tone. There was only the sound of bare feet across thick carpet.
