Chapter 1: Monday
Cold. That was the first thought that crossed Rachel's mind as she woke from her nap. Why hadn't she put a blanket on herself before following asleep? She wondered to herself amidst her groggy state of half sleep and half awake. She tried to shift her legs, close them to conserve heat, only to find movement to be difficult. She opened her eyes to the dimly lit basement, not the room that she had fallen asleep in. That was when the panic and horror set in. Cold sweat ran down her the center of her spine as she realized that her arms were bound upwards, chained to the cold stonewalls that supported her leaning back. Another second and she realized that she was naked. She wished that there was someway for her to cover up her nude body; her full 34 C breast with their rosy pink nipples basked in all their glory in the luminescence of the poorly lit basement, her pale white skin seemed to glow in the dark while her messy honey brown hair glistened from the occasional flicker of light from the crappy old light bulb which hung from a long wire.
'Shit shit shit shit!' thought Rachel as she struggled to stand up only to realize that her legs were forced apart by a spreader bar attached to her ankles. No wonder she had trouble moving her legs earlier. She prayed to whoever would listen that she hadn't been kidnapped.
Rachel had always considered herself to be a good girl, the kind that studied hard, went to school and got all A's. Growing up she had little to no interest in boys preferring to remain inconspicuous by wearing loose clothing which hid the wonders of her body, tightly braiding her hair into a French braid and hiding her face under a pair of thick coke bottle glasses. Seeing that she had no love life, she had decided instead to focus completely on school and building a better future for herself. It was with such diligence and studious behavior that she was able to secure herself a spot at the university that she was now attending.
It took another year into college for her to finally let loose and start dressing a little less conservatively. A month after that for her to switch from glasses to contacts. Three months after that she went on her first date, six months after that first date. After that things just took off for Rachel. Sure she was a little promiscuous and was known to go on dates with two different men on the same night. But she had never let any of them into her body. Despite the rumors of her "slutty" behavior, she was still a virgin. But a tease she definitely was, being known throughout the entire college campus for her tight t-shirts that hugged her curves and gave definition to the curve of her breasts. Of course a tight t-shirt wasn't the only thing she wore that drove the boys crazy, tube tops, halter tops, mini skirts, "booty shorts", and tight jeans all served as the weapons which cemented her status as a campus beauty.
Of course she wasn't just all show. Despite being a virgin she did have her fair share of sexual encounters but nothing other than making out followed by the guy either eating her out or her blowing the lucky bastard until he came in her mouth. At some point Rachel realized that she was an extremely sexual creature. But she was still very careful to break off the relationship after the second or third date in order to avoid any sex.
Looking back, Rachel realized that it was exactly that sort of pseudo-slutty cock teasing behavior that had gotten her into this mess in the first place with her chained and naked in some basement somewhere. Desperate for help of any kind she opened her mouth:
"H-Hello?" she nervously called out into the darkness. "Is anybody there?"
"Well well, look who's finally decided to wake up?" said a deep familiar male voice. It sounded sinister and lusty.
Rachel's head snapped towards the direction of the sound. In the silent blackness she could make out the silhouette of a person sitting down on a chair. Her heart dropped to her stomach as the gravity of the situation hit her. She was kidnapped, probably sold into sexual slavery for some tyrant ruling over some third world country. "W-who are you?" she stuttered, scared out of her mind, "W-where am I?"
The figure got up from the chair and began to walk towards her. She felt her heart racing with fear beating repeatedly as the figure got close and closer.
"S-stay back." Her eyes were beginning blur from the tears that were beginning to build. The figure ignored her cries as he walked forward into the light, Rachel's froze when the figure stepped forward.
"B-Brian?"
The man smiled as he knelt down to her eye level and raised her chin up to his face. At that level of closeness, Rachel was able to confirm that that was definitely Brian even in the dim lighting.
Brian was a friend that she had known since middle school. Eventually he became a listener and colleague of Rachel's, one of the few who hadn't tried to ask her out or hit on her. She had never considered him to be any more than a friend, not a potential boyfriend material not even a guy that she would consider blowing.
Truth be told Brian was not an unattractive man, standing at a powerful 6'2'' the man boasted a muscular frame which was often hidden under the sweatshirts and baggy jeans that he wore. She had often taken peeks at his magnificent body whenever they went to the beach with friends and made no effort to hide her lust for that body; a physique that he had gained from his years of martial arts training His face looked like something out of a fashion magazine with a strong jaw and prominent brow which was framed by his short spiky hair and accented by his powerful brown eyes; eyes which now gazed at Rachel with a mixture of arrogance and amusement hidden within them. Right now he stood before her naked, a prominent erection protruded upwards from the abyss of his loins. Her jaw dropped at the sight of his massive member staring which stared back at her with it's one single eye.
"What the fuck do you think you're doing?" demanded Rachel, her bravery had returned when she realized she knew who her kidnapper was. She was in power now, cry rape and the asshole would spend the rest of his life either in jail or paying off court fees. "Let me go this instant! "
Before Rachel could even finish her sentence, Brian had already cut her off by forcing his lips on to her catching in a powerful kiss which threw Rachel's mind into complete disarray. Slowly she began to respond moving her lips in synch with his, she let out a muffled gasp as he completely shoved his tongue into her mouth. She could feel her pussy beginning to grow wet as the kiss grew more and more furious. She had never had a kiss this passionate before. Desperate for control, the same control that she had over other men, Rachel began to move her tongue in conjunction with his, the two slimy appendages stirring together in a primal dance of lust and passion.
It was too much for Rachel, he was too intense. She couldn't breathe! She felt her eyes slowly roll upwards towards the back of her skull as she felt her body grow lighter and lighter, her body screamed for oxygen.
Finally Brian broke the kiss leaving Rachel gasping for air as he shoved her back down onto the ground. She coughed up spit as she breathed in the precious air that her lungs desired. Several more gasps and she managed to calm down. She was afraid now. Afraid of this man who had taken her from her single room apartment off campus into this cold dark basement and Scared of what he might do next. She stared at his bare feet, too afraid to look at him. His hand came down to her face reaching out to her and slowly cupping her chin with his fingers and bringing her face up to his level.
"Hello Rachel." He said softly, his voice was deep and powerful and it sent shivers of fear and pleasure up her spine.
"Why are you doing this?!" she asked between breaths.
Brian smile. "I've decided to make you mine." He said casually as he reached up and grabbed a pulley and pulled several times giving the chains which held her arms up some slack allowing her to lower her arms. Rachel sighed as she felt blood return to her sore arms, she quickly covered herself up with her arms. Ashamed that she was exposed to her friend in such a shameful manner.
Bad move.
Brian's quickly reversed his action of letting her arms down with several hard tugs of the pulley dragging her arms and the rest of her body upwards until she was barely standing on her tiptoes. Rachel cried out at the sudden loss of comfort in her arms and the pain in her arms. "Brian please...."
Brian's open hand went for one of her tits with blinding speed. SMACK! Rachel let out a loud guttural scream of pain, which echoed throughout the cold dark confines of his basement. The sting of the slap quickly traveled throughout her body, a burning tingling sensation began to fill her pussy. "You're a slut you know that?" he snarled, SMACK! Another slap this time on the opposite tit, another scream, she could feel the tears fill her eyes her body was quivering . "fucking any guy that comes your way." SMACK She could feel blood beginning to fill her tits, the redness spreading from the point of impact. "You're such a fucking whore, how many guys have you fucked?!" SMACK! "How
Rachel whimpered after the last slap.
"Since you're willing to fuck any and everyone. I've decided to take things into my own hand. So I'm going to make you my slave." He said cupping her chin with his fingers.
She was sobbing now. She had never had anyone treat her like this before. "Please let me go..." she begged pathetically.