Chapter 1
Secrets on the internet
Bea always considered herself a lucky woman; she was blessed with both brains and beauty. At 22, she was a perky blonde bombshell; she had a lovely slim figure and fantastic complexion. She also had a pert set of breasts and a pair of legs that had turned more than a few heads at the office.
However, Bea had a secret; an embarrassing secret that she knew would alter her life drastically if anyone found out. It wasn't her second job as a bartender, though she did keep that a secret from the PR firm where she worked. Bea was a masochist; she got turned on by the idea of someone taking her and doing what they wanted with her, completely enslaving her and not taking no for an answer. Bea was also a practical woman; an assistant accountant at a well-established PR firm who was on her way up. She never revealed her fetish, as it would more than likely cost her a job as well at the respect of her friends.
Still, like my most kinksters, she ended up going to websites that specialized in her type of fantasy. There, she felt safe to openly express her guilty pleasure. It would have been if she hadn't included a picture in her profile.
As misfortune would have it, one of her coworkers was also a kinkster; but never revealed that he recognized her instantly. His kink was what she wanted because he was looking for a slave to own, someone he could humiliate and degrade for his own pleasure. He decided that since she was hot and a sub, he would have her as his personal slave. He would first toy with her; he never included a photo, real name or location so he had time to see if she was the real deal or just a poser. He put in a friend request telling her that he found her profile hot and was wondering if she was willing to send him some body pics of her; preferably her tits, ass and pussy.
When Bea received the request she grew pensive, but also wet. Body shots were a bit much this early in an online S&M deal.
"Too soon," She replied, deciding to send him some but with the sexy parts covered in lingerie, instead. "I like an aggressive streak in a man so I hope you can make do with these."
She felt her nipples getting hard. A couple of minutes later she received a reply
"Can you tell me what would get you hot?"
She grinned, maybe it was the danger, or maybe frustration slowly growing in her but she decided to share. She started typing a small abduction scenario involving bondage and vibrators.
As he read the scenario his crotch tingled; she was very explicit in her fantasy. He made sure to get a copy saved in a document format in case this went to court. But now he had another problem; where was he going to take her; his little, shitty bachelor suite? If he was going to keep her for the weekend he was going to need an isolated room if he couldn't get an area; someplace where she couldn't be seen or heard. There was one place, it wasn't his and he knew his friend would want a piece of her fine ass.
He typed a reply. "How would you feel about being shared, two cocks using and abusing you?"
He was afraid he overstepped his bounds with her. His hand went over his firm 9 inches.
"Ok, with it if it helps with the story." She replied.
"Oh it will."
He then called his friend who made a living off internet porn. He explained the situation and how he wanted not to just have a weekend with her, but how he wanted to track her down and own her. His friend listened, licking his lips. He thought of a plan, but it would require patience. They finally made plans to grab her next weekend. For Bea, it was going to be a weekend she would never forget.
The week passed as it usually did for Bea. It was a Friday, going on Saturday in fifteen minutes. Bea walked to the parking lot a sudden chill went up her spine. With all the role-playing she had been doing with Larzaius, it was no surprise. She even felt herself getting a little moist at the idea of being watched. After the fantasies started she even found herself wearing skirts and low cut t-shirts. She had noticed that she was getting looks from the guys and it served to turn her on even more. Tonight she was planning to party, so after work she settled for a black skirt and a neon pink top. She was planning on sending a picture of her in it to Larzaius. She still didn't see anyone but she still felt uneasy like she was being preyed upon. She looked around and even felt a little silly as she looked around and under her car.
"Are you all right, miss?" She jumped and screamed. She clutched her chest to see a tall, grungy looking young man wearing a security guard uniform.
