Brian's Point of View
"Sir, the girl has arrived. She's still trying to scream, but we've managed to restrain her and she is gagged, but not naked." My newest manservant informs me, then quickly bows and leaves my office.
I smile to myself, chuckling. I do so love it when they're fiery. It gives me great pleasure to know that this girl who thinks she is so strong will soon be a slave that begs me to torture and fuck her. I stand up, straightening my suit and tie.
I throw open my office doors, walking down the hallway. I go down several flights of stairs, and then arrive at the cells. Most of the 24 are empty, but three contain trained slaves, and one contains the reason I am here. I quickly type the number into the keypad, and the thick metal door swings open. I walk into the brightly illuminated cell. I am delighted by what I see.
A 20 year old girl with long red hair is chained to the concrete wall. Her face is beautiful, slanted cheekbones, big bright green eyes, a splash of freckles across a thin nose. She is wearing a knee-length flowy skirt with daisy patterns on it, a tucked-in white blouse, and black high-top converse. She has shapely legs and broad shoulders, with a desirably thin waist and what look to be about C cup breasts.
"Hello, my darling." I smile at her and she strains towards me, trying to scream words. "Oh, I'm sorry, I can't quite hear you. Let's get rid of that awful gag." The girl looks confused and angry, but she allows me to reach down and take off the gag.
"Are you here to get me out?" She asks, her eyes watery.
"Oh, no, nothing of the sort. I am the one who bought you. Now, will you be good if I let you out of the chains?"
"What?! You can't buy people! What the hell, dude? What do you want?"
"I just need you to answer some questions. I will answer any that you have after. Deal?" I ask, a small smile plastered on my face. She doesn't seem to like it, but she agrees.
"Alright. First question, are you a virgin? Be honest, we have ways to figure out, but I'd rather you just tell me." She gasps, taken aback.
"Erm...pervy question, man. But...no, I'm not, I have a serious boyfriend that I've had for 2 years and we've been having sex for over a year and a half."
"Okay, thank you. Only 2 more questions. Have you ever watched, read, or been in porn?"
"Gross! You really are a perv! Why the hell do you want to know these things?" She yells, backing away.
"My dear, we had an agreement, didn't we? Don't you want to know why you're here?"
She bites her bottom lip, assessing her situation more. Finally, she look up at me. "You better give me answers. Fine. I've watched and read a pretty good amount of porn, and I like it, but I would never want to be in it and I never have been."
"Good girl." I smile wider and sit down on the wall opposite her, crossing my legs at the ankle. "Last question, my darling. Have you ever heard of a master and slave sexual relationship? Like that book, '50 Shades of Grey'."
"Um, yeah, I've heard of it. What are you trying to tell me?"
"Oh, one more question, and then I will answer every single question you have. Have you ever had the sexual fantasy of being owned and used? Do you think it would be erotic or enjoyable?" I ask, and her eyes widen.
"No, not really. I like rough sex, but not like that. It doesn't seem fun or erotic." She responds, and then glares at me. "Ok, now where the hell am I, and how did I get here?!"
"Ah, that's simple. Just relax. You are at my house. I own a huge plot of land with no civilization or people for 30 miles. The house is enormous, and I have quite a large sum of money. As to how you got here, I've been monitoring your college campus, and you caught my eye. I sent my men to drug and kidnap you when you were heading back to your dorm after going to dinner with your boyfriend." I explain this and lounge back, waiting for her reaction.
Her mouth is wide open, and she is trying to process the information. Then, a murderous look settles in her eyes and she explodes in anger, struggling as hard as she can against the chains. "WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU?! YOU'RE JUST FUCKED UP, THAT'S WHAT YOU ARE! WHAT DO YOU EVEN WANT ME FOR?!"
I chuckle a tiny bit, her reaction is perfect. I get up and walk over to her. "Well, aren't you just a fiery one." I say lightly, and stroke her cheek. She bites at me, shrinking against the wall. "Oh, don't be like that. Soon we will be very familiar with one another."
She glares at me, trying to hide her confusion. I walk swiftly out of the cell, turning on my earpiece. "Bring the girl to the hospital wing. Put her on one of those metal tables and tie her down, spread eagled. Leave her clothes on, and do not harm her in any way. Call me when she's ready. Go now. I expect to hear from you in no less than ten minutes."
I head to my office. Might as well get some work done before I start training her. I have a feeling that she will be a challenge. I order one of my slaves to be brought to me. It's only been a couple minutes, I have time for her to give me a blowjob. The slave arrives in my office, a collar around her neck and nothing else, on her hands and knees.
She smiles and sits politely next to my chair. I smile down and say, "Oh, my whore. How good to see you." I pinch each of her dark nipples. They immediately become hard, and she moans a little, spreading her legs.
"Give me a blowjob, a quick one, but don't finish me off." She nods and unzips my pants. My 7 inch un-erect dick flops out, and she looks at it with lust. She immediately deepthroats it, putting one hand between her legs and entering herself with a few fingers. She works my cock, making it rock hard within 2 minutes. By the time I get the call that my new slave is ready, she has made herself orgasm and brought me to the edge.
"Good girl." I say. "You get extra food tonight. Go back to your cell like a good cock slut." She obeys immediately, her thighs still glistening with her cum. I stand up, zipping up my trousers. My cock strains against it, making a noticeable bulge. Good.
I walk swiftly out of the office and downstairs to the hospital wing. I get there in 5 minutes, and am pleased by what I see. The girl has the gag back in and is spread out, showing off her legs. Her blouse has been untucked and shoes and socks removed, but other than that, she is still clothed. Her green eyes are wildly searching as much of the room as she can see, her neck straining. She tries to scream when she sees me approaching, but makes almost no sound. Her eyes linger on the bulge in my pants, horrified.