This is a non-consensual story with a male dom/master and female sub/slave. It is purely intended to be a fantasy..
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"She's too fat," David's boss asserted as he glanced down at the surveillance photos spread across his cluttered desk.
"If she loses a little weight she'll be hot. Besides, you think all women should be anorexic." David said in Sarah's defense. Sarah was short, only about 5'4" and a little heavier than she should be. However, she was blessed with long auburn hair and flawless porcelain skin. Her weight was well proportioned and David was determined that she would be his.
David's boss quipped, "And what if you decide you don't like her. Then what do I fucking do with her?"
David hated this man. He was such a scumbag, from his greased hair to his pinky ring.
"She'll lose weight and you'll have a beautiful girl for sale." David begrudgingly pointed out. He knew he would never allow this to happen to Sarah, but he had to convince this asshole that she was worth the effort and expense.
His boss gave in, "I suppose you are one of my best employees. Okay, she's yours... Happy retirement." He slid the photos back across the desk to David. David carefully tucked them back into the tattered folder.
David couldn't help but grin as he walked out of the office. It was almost three years ago since he first saw her. At the age of 26, he made a feeble attempt to return to college after being in the Army for eight years. The first class he attended was freshman English. It also happened to be where he met Sarah. She was 18 and was very shy. She rarely spoke or made eye contact with anyone. Most men would look at her and see only a snob, but David saw her as a potential submissive. He was convinced he was right when he read her story.
Sarah was a talented writer and the professor took the liberty of making copies of her work for the class. It was around Halloween and they had received a creative writing assignment to write a short horror story. Sarah's story was about a girl that was stalked by an obsessed man and forced to confront him. The story was not erotic, but it had BDSM undertones that captured David's full attention.
He tried to talk with her a few times, but she always scurried away from him. He supposed he probably was intimidating to her. He was just over 6 feet tall and had dark brown hair with steel grey eyes. Even at that time, he had several tattoos on his slightly muscular arms that enhanced his imposing appearance.
On the last day he attended class, before starting his current line of work, he cornered her in the hallway.
"Hi, my name's David. You're Sarah, right?" David offered his hand to her. He was born with the ability to charm. He had a warm smile and a slight southern accent that melted even the iciest women.
"Yes." Sarah replied too sharply and ignored his gesture.
"Listen, I know you don't know me very well, but I'd like to change that. Would you like to get some coffee?" David asked in his sweetest tone.
"No, I'm late for class." Sarah literally turned her nose up at him and walked away.
David was incensed. He had never been rejected so harshly. David tracked her for the rest of the day and followed her home. Something stopped him from doing anything to her that night. He sulked home and continued to think about her.
Over time, he found himself continuing to watch her from afar, and he began to notice that she did not visit any family or seem to have any friends. His curiosity got the best of him and he began to delve into her past.
He continued thinking about these things as he walked back to his room to continue his plans to soon capture Sarah. He knew she was going to be a challenge.
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David awoke several hours before dawn on Saturday, May 20th. This would be the day of Sarah's abduction. After crawling out of bed, he went to his closet. He slipped on a pair of old jeans and a black t-shirt. Next, he went into his bathroom to shave and brush his teeth. When he was finished, he hastily called the two men that were going to help him. In his line of work, he found that the quiet ones usually gave them the most trouble.
It was about 5am and Sarah was asleep in her bed. Her only other companion, Perseus, a large gray cat, was sleeping by her feet. Yesterday was Sarah's last final for the semester. She slept peacefully knowing she had the next two weeks off before she started her summer job. Suddenly, the serenity of their slumber was interrupted when Perseus jumped off the bed upon hearing the living room window being pried open. Sarah remained motionless and unaware of the impending danger that loomed, as the cat searched for a place to hide.
Sarah jerked awake to find two pairs of strong hands pinning her legs and shoulders down. Her heart pounded in her ears as she struggled to get free. Sarah started to scream, but a hand was placed over her mouth. The hand was covered by a leather glove.
"Shh...It's okay." A third person spoke to her in a calm voice. She could only see his towering silhouette in the dark room. He moved towards her from the foot of the bed and she felt his hand grab her arm. Sarah tried to pull it away.
"Don't move, honey. I don't want to hurt you," the voice drawled.
Skillfully, the man inserted a hypodermic needle into Sarah's arm. She felt her arm start burning as the contents of the syringe were injected into her. She continued to struggle as her ears started ringing. Soon, the room was enveloped in darkness.
Sarah awoke from her nightmare in a strange bed. She was lying on her stomach still dressed in her pajamas. As she lifted her head, it started pounding. Her ears were ringing a little. She struggled to think clearly. She managed to flip herself over and tried to look around. She was not in her house. This place did not look familiar to her. She saw a few doors, a small refrigerator, and a dresser with a television on it. There was one small window near the ceiling, but she could only see blue sky from the bed. In an alcove, she saw some exercise equipment. There was also a small desk with a computer and a clock. It said 10:12.
Tentatively, she sat up. Her head pounded even harder in rebellion and she noticed that she was also nauseous. She willed herself to try to stand. She slid to the edge of the bed and lowered her legs down. They wobbled as she stood and took a small first step. Hobbling to the closest door, she opened it. It was an ordinary bathroom. She moved on to the next door, finding a closet. It was mostly filled with t-shirts. She reached in to examine one. It was an old Metallica shirt. Sarah's heart began to race as she quickly put it back. She realized she was likely in a man's room. Her head spun again as she tried to remember how she got there.
I was kidnapped!
Her mind screamed at her in terror. She dashed to the last door in the room. Frantically, she tried to open it. It was locked. She continued pushing and pulling on the door in vain.
To her surprise, it suddenly swung open. A tall man stood in the doorway with an amused look.
"Going somewhere, baby?" he asked with a subtle southern accent.
Sarah froze in fear.
"Hi, I'm David." He spoke casually as if they were meeting like normal people.
Sarah stared at him in shock; he looked familiar. Her eyes drifted down to his tattoo covered arms. On his left arm there was a Chinese dragon that appeared to wrap around his entire arm. His right arm had various designs that melded together. Some of them looked like they were military insignia.
The memory of her meeting him hit her suddenly along with the comprehension that he must have been stalking her ever since.
David followed her gaze, "Do you like my tats?" He asked with a charming smile as he closed the door behind him.
Sarah gathered enough courage to speak.
"Where am I?" She asked while she took a few steps back.
David didn't answer her right away. He turned around and entered some numbers on a key pad next to the door. Sarah hadn't noticed it in her earlier scan of the room. He walked over the bed and sat down. His eyes burned into her. Sarah shifted uncomfortably as she stood before him.
"My room." He finally responded. When he spoke, Sarah saw that his tongue was pierced.
Sarah shifted her weight again. She looked out the window. In the distance, all she could see were trees. It looked like she was at least a story up.
"Will you at least tell me what you want with me?" She nervously asked as she clenched her fists.
"I want you," he simply said.
Sarah's head spun.
He is insane!
, her mind screamed at her. It raced to think of a response.
"Want me?" She dared to glance at him. He looked in her eyes and she immediately looked away from them.
"Yes," David tried to make eye contact with her again but she continued to avoid him. "You are so beautiful, I had to have you."
Beautiful, did he say beautiful? He is FUCKING insane
, she thought before blurting out, "What gives you the right to...to kidnap me!?!" Sarah backed even further away from him. So far, her survival instincts had willed her to not antagonize him, but she was losing the battle.
His long arms reached out and caught her right hand dragging her towards him. Sarah tried to crouch down and use her weight to pull herself away, but he was too strong. She found herself caught between his legs. "Look at me," he commanded, "I am not a murderer. I am not going to kill you. I wish I could tell you that I won't hurt you...but, well, I won't lie to you." He smiled and waited for her reaction.
Sarah looked at him with wild fear in her eyes.
"You see, in addition to finding you beautiful, I think we might enjoy the same things." David wished he would have planned this part more. She looked so scared; it made him feel a little pity for her. He paused and continued, "I guess you could call me a sadist. I like to dominate women. I enjoy causing them pain; pain that they enjoy."
