Author's Note: This is pure fantasy. I like writing non-consent, but it needs to have at least a minimal amount of justification, rather than be pure abduction/rape. Also note that all my characters are eventually freed, although somewhat the worse for wear, at least in the short-term. There nine chapters in this one, and I will submit them a couple of chapters at a time every day or so. Enjoy them (if this is your thing). Comments are welcome, and I have a thick skin.
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Chapter 1
Carlotta regained consciousness slowly, her head feeling fuzzy and disoriented. The last thing she remembered was walking out to her car after work. She had not been cautious; nobody messed with her employer's staff.
As her head cleared, she realized she was sitting in a straight-back wooden chair, still dressed but held in place by a broad strap just under her 36-C breasts. The strap acted almost like a push-up bra, forcing her breasts up and out, crowned by nipples that the chill of the room had made erect. She was in a small featureless room, maybe twelve feet square. The only other features were the door and a table in one corner with a cell phone and a standard file folder on it. Confused, but starting to pull herself together, she reached down to unbuckle the strap securing her to the chair.
"You really are in a lot of trouble, Carlotta," a voice from a hidden speaker said. "You've been a very, very naughty girl. Of course, embezzling from your employer is always a bad idea, but especially so when your employer is a major drug cartel. The last time that happened was several months back. They found the guy hanging from a bridge, missing his hands, feet and other essential appendages. The police said he had slowly strangled to death while he hung there, meaning the amputations were all done while he was still alive and awake."
Although the room was cool, Carlotta started to sweat like she had just run a marathon. She had been so sure her work would go undetected. She had been siphoning money off from drug profits she was supposed to be laundering for the cartel for the past three years. She never took much at any one time, but the total in her Swiss bank account was now almost five million dollars. She had already taken steps to develop a new identity and disappear, but she had been waiting for one last big score.
"For you, it is both unfortunate and fortunate that I exist. It is unfortunate in that I provide the cartels with a confidential auditing service for their financial systems. After all, they can hardly ask Ernst and Young, KPMG or PriceWaterhouseCoopers to come audit their money-laundering accounts. That being the case, I provide them a similar but very confidential service for a nice fee plus ten percent of what I can identify and recover. For example, I was able to identify the theft and recover almost five million dollars that you had stolen and deposited in your now-closed and empty account in Switzerland." Carlotta suddenly looked pale and stricken.
"For you, the somewhat fortunate part is that I am really into BDSM and am looking for a new toy to play with. Sure, there are lots of women who play those games voluntarily, but that idea bores me. By the same token, with my connections, I could have some innocent young girl snatched off the street, but that distresses me for the opposite reason. What I want is a women voluntarily submitting, but who does not really want to. She hates every minute, everything I am doing to her, but nevertheless submits voluntarily, because she feels she has no other choice; in short, someone like you."
"Years ago I was happily married until my wife and her lesbian lover framed me and had me sent to prison. My wife thought she would get a lot of money in the divorce settlement and she and her lover could live happily ever after. I was never really sure why she thought all that was necessary. I would have given her a fairly generous divorce or even been willing to share her with her lover. Apparently she thought my going to prison would invalidate our prenuptial agreement, but I had good attorneys and, in the end, she really got very little. I never really trusted relationships after that. In any event, until then, I had never practiced BDSM, but just before I got out, I had the two of them kidnapped and spent most of a week playing with them before setting them up to go to prison themselves. I found I liked the whole BDSM scene even more than I thought I would, which brings us to today."
"My deal with the cartel is simple: you agree to my terms for the next year, and the cartel will leave you alone afterwards, although I still don't suppose you'll get a good job reference. I have agreed to forgo half my $500,000 finder's fee and punish you myself. In addition, I will give you $100,000 to help you get started again when we are through. You will be alive, not on the run and have at least a small nest egg."
"Basically my terms are simple: you will do whatever I want for the next year. I guarantee no permanent physical damage, other than a few piercings, but you will suffer and the whole thing will be recorded, with the video provided to the cartel, to prove you are being sufficiently punished and to use as a warning to would-be imitators."
"The contract on the table lays the agreement out. You have an appointment with the attorney named on the first sheet in the folder this afternoon to go over the contract, ensure that you understand all the legal ramifications, sign it and get your signature notarized. After all, I wouldn't want you not to clearly understand what you are agreeing to. As soon as that is done, dial the only number in the cell phone's directory and you will be given further instructions. If you haven't called by 6:00 PM, I will assume you are turning down my offer and I will let the cartel know that you are on your own. If you accept the offer, I will give you three days to wrap up your affairs, but our year doesn't start until we actually meet."
Carlotta listened to all this with a growing sense of panic. "Shit, either I agree to be this asshole's slave for the next year, or I am probably dead, most likely painfully."
"Can't we negotiate this? Could we agree to maybe a shorter time? I could live with three months or else maybe we could at least put some hard limits of our activities."
"Carlotta, Carlotta, I never negotiate when I have the upper hand. You either take my offer unconditionally, or take your chances on the cartel's vengeance. At any rate, you are free to go now. There is a limousine waiting downstairs. Be sure to pick up the contract and the cell phone on the way out in case you decide that you are actually thrilled to take my offer."
Three days later, Carlotta sat in the back seat of another private limousine, the windows blacked out, driving who knows where. She had taken three different airline flights in a row to get here, using tickets, boarding passes and fake driver's licenses that were given to her by the attorney. The driver had not spoken a word, merely pulled to the curb where she had been told to wait and activated the locks to unlock her door. As soon as she got in, the door locked and the car began to move. They traveled for several hours it seemed, making a number of turns, until the car pulled into a large, but empty garage and the garage door shut. As the engine died, the car doors were unlocked. The driver got out, took the one overnight bag she had been allowed out of the back seat on the driver's side then came around and opened her door. The driver spoke for the first time.
"You can get out now. There is a stair behind the doorway to your right. Open the door and go down the stairs."
Carlotta picked up her bag and did as she was told, shutting the door to the stairway behind her as she heard the car start up again and leave. The stairs went both up and down and were richly carpeted, but dimly lit. They led down to a heavy-looking solid teak door at the bottom. She noted that the door had a massive bolt that could be thrown from this side. Sighing nervously, she opened the door and stepped through.
A man sat in an armchair in a large, comfortable-looking living area. He looked to be about forty-five, tall and athletic, but with slightly thinning hair that was just beginning to have some gray in it. In addition to the chair the man was occupying, the main room had a sofa, a large flat-screen TV and a stereo system. It also had a small kitchenette and bar, and a table on the wall of the door where she entered. Off to her right was another doorway leading to a bedroom and a bathroom. That doorway had no door. In the center of the wall to her left was a single closed door.
"So you're here; excellent. You may refer to me as 'Master', no other name is needed. I assume you are ready to get started? Yes? Good, then strip slowly and completely. You can fold the clothes and leave them on the end table by the door. When you are done, come over here and stand in front of me with your hands behind your head, chest out and legs spread wide."
Her first impulse was to turn around and run, but she quickly realized that would most likely mean her death. She settled for trying to stall. "Where am I now and what are you planning to do with me?"
The man sighed. "I can see that you are going to be difficult, at least at first. I did not ask you to speak at all, let alone ask questions. You have just earned yourself the first of what I suspect will be numerous punishments. Now strip!"
Carlotta looked around frantically, thought again about running, then sighed and reluctantly reached down for the buttons on her blouse. Breathing hard, she slowly and nervously unbuttoned it, hesitating, then finally slipped it off and folded it on the indicated table. Standing there in a black lace bra which squeezed her ample breasts together and upward, she reached back and unzipped the back of her skirt. Hesitating again, she sighed and stepped out of it, the skirt joining her blouse on the table. The bra went next. It was fastened in the back so her breasts were pushed out even further as she stretched back and undid the clasp. Reluctantly, she shrugged the bra off, momentarily cupping it against her breasts, before finally removing in and laying it on the table atop her skirt. The room was cool enough that her nipples immediately became erect. Down to just a thong, her nervousness increased. Taking a deep breath, she began to slip the thong down her long legs, finally exposing a neatly trimmed pussy. Nervously she placed the thong on the table and waited.
"I believe I ordered you to come over here to me when you finished stripping. If I have to repeat myself, that will earn you another punishment."
Nervously, Carlotta walked over, suddenly very conscious of how her unsupported breasts jiggled as she moved. Stopping about two feet in front of the man, she hastily remembered the rest of his instructions. Reluctantly she spread her legs about a foot apart and clasped her hands behind her head.
