Maria really did not stand a chance of getting away; he had been so thorough in his preparations that there was really no chance that she would not be taken. He had selected her after months of searching and research, and she was the perfect candidate. She lived alone, she wasn't on very good terms with her divorced parents and had rarely seen her father since she was little, and most importantly had few responsible friends. Most of her friends were partiers like she was, drinking heavily each night, and, like her, had become somewhat slovenly. She worked as a salesgirl at the mall, which he found to be perfect along with everything else about her. Although most people couldn't see it, he saw that she was beautiful, even though it was hard to see through the flab and lines that the drinking had given her. She seemed to like sex, which he had only to assume from the four different men she had gone home with in the six months that he had been concentrating on her.
The evening it happened, Maria had just gotten off work, exhausted from a long day of work after a night of drinking, she couldn't wait to get home. Cursing silently, she had to squeeze between her car and the minivan that had parked next to her. Just as she got her key in the lock and the door opened, she heard the sliding door of the minivan open, and she suddenly felt something touch her neck followed by a jolt and her body going limp. She was aware that she had been pulled into the van and that a hood was pulled over her head and everything went dark. Her hands were cuffed behind her and her skirt was pulled up, her panties pulled down, and she felt a slight sting in the ass cheek. That was all she remembered of her abduction as she very rapidly slipped into unconsciousness.
She awoke remembering and seeing nothing, the hood still over her head. She tried to raise her arms but they were cuffed behind her. Her body ached from the position she was in and she panicked and started to scream. After what seemed to her as hours, as she exhausted herself from fighting the bonds and screaming, she slumped to the floor of her unseen prison and sobbed. She didn't know how long it was before she heard a door open, and she saw a feint light come through her hood. She lifted her head and turned it to the sound of the door. It was then she realized that she was nude. She curled up as best she could and then she heard him speak for the first time.
"Welcome to your new life Carlita. That is your new name and you are just beginning a new wonderful life where you will live in pleasure and enjoyment. Your life will only get better from now on. Let me remove that hood and those handcuffs, we have no need of those now."
She squinted until her eyes became used to the light and as she looked at him as removed here cuffs. He seemed normal and well dressed, and very calm, not what she was expecting. When her arms were free she tried to cover her nakedness and look around. She was in a small closet or room that had nothing but a blanket and a little porta potti, on the ceiling was an incredibly bright light. She put a hand to her head and felt that her beautiful long black hair had been cut; only an inch or two remained, she looked down her body and saw that her pussy was shaved as well. She then felt the collar around her neck and the small box attached to it. She started to lunge at him, but immediately felt the shock from the collar, and fell back. "Carly, you cannot escape, and if you try to attack me you will feel the collar. Let me explain, I have taken you from your previous life and I am offering you a new one that is much better. Everyone thinks you are dead, and I will prove this to you later, but for now you need to understand that you only have two choices; life and death. I know you want to live, but if you oppose me and what I am doing for you it will be like you have chosen death. So here are the rules, they are very simple; Disobedience will result in punishment, Punishment involves pain, Pain is always followed by pleasure. As your time with me grows longer and you have proven yourself and learned about yourself, the pain will lessen and the pleasure will increase. Since I have caused you pain by bringing you here and by shocking you, you will now be allowed a small degree of pleasure, but at this point in your new life, pleasure is a relative term."
She tensed and wrapped her arms around herself even tighter, thinking he was going to rape her.
"Don't worry, that can't possibly be pleasurable for either of us at this point. But please drink this, I know you must be thirsty, and here is a mat to sleep on. You won't be in here very long if you cooperate. I will talk to you later" he said as he backed out of the room and closed the door
She was alone. Her cell was brightly lit by a single bulb in a metal covered fixture. The floor, walls and door seemed impenetrable to her. She screamed some and banged on the door but nothing happened. She sat and pondered her predicament. What did he mean when he said everyone thinks I am dead? Why did he shave me? What kind of pleasure does he have in mind? She realized she was in fact very thirsty and drank what tasted like Gatorade.
Shortly she started to feel funny; relaxed, but also full of energy. She paced her little cell for what seemed like hours and promised herself that she would lunge at him the second the door opened again. She practiced it countless times until she had the move down and then she sat opposite the door so that she could get in position the moment she heard the latch. She had no way to judge time and could not sleep. Her mind was racing and she thought he must have put something in her drink.
