Author's note: I could never finish this or go any further with this then I did. Don't expect a sequel and don't be offended. It's my first. Everyone remembers their first.
"Be back soon, bitch." He said huskily before shutting and locking the door, like she would escape.
"I'm awaiting for you hungrily, Master." She said without hesitation.
Farrah caught her breath, for the first time in two days she had a moment to rest. Her arms and legs were tied to the bed with rope and she wasn't wearing anything. A window was open, and there was a brisk chill. She had been screaming for hours and by now she knew that no one would hear her cries of despair. Farrah gave up and just lied there. My fault, she thought sadly, and for the millionth time, she went into a cycle of things she could've done to avoid this sexually slavery.
If she hadn't been desperate to pick up some deodorant that night instead of waiting till morning she wouldn't be here. If she had taken Lana, her germen shepherd who'd been begging to go along, she would've protected her. If she, in haste, had taken her purse with her mace and phone in it instead of ten dollars in her pocket, Farrah might've fought him off. Lastly, if she hadn't worn the new pair of six-inch pumps to the convenient store to break them in, she could've run away in time.
It was a bracing night for Farrah that day. She was in a night gown when she decided late that night that she needed more deodorant. She knew if she didn't get to the pharmacy soon it would close on her. Farrah was hurriedly buttoning her pea-coat and strapping on those heels when she heard Lana whining. She turned back and petted her pup. She was three, but to Farrah Lana was her puppy still. "I'll be back soon, Lana, be good." Looking back on it, Farrah decided that her sweet dog was trying to warn her of the impending danger.
She stepped out of her condo on the quiet street in the small town. Her black hair was in its natural, curly state. Farrah noticed the red van parked down on her side the street, her neighbor was a contractor, she didn't think anything of it. She turned right and walked calmly down the dimly lit street. Her hair was whipping around her face. Farrah put her hands in her pocket, it was a late summer night, and it was already dark. There wasn't a star in the sky when she looked up.
Farrah heard the distant van's engine start up and slowly careen down the street. Her heart raced. "You're being paranoid." She told herself as she found herself quickening pace. She was almost in the shop when she fell flat on her face.
He got out of the van and already had his giant hands around waist and was picking her up off the ground; she kicked and screamed out the words everyone uses, "Help! Somebody help!" But the streets were empty and the pharmacy clerk was in the back room.
The man threw her in the back of the van and then pounced on her and put a chloroformed rag to her face. Farrah was out cold, her world spiraling into long nightmares of what he might do to her.
Axel was constantly looking back at her while he drove to his secluded home in the forest. He knew that if she woke when he was driving she could easily attack him or escape, and he wasn't going back to prison. Axel glanced in his rearview mirror and fixed a stray hair. Fool, it won't matter what you look like to her; he thought and suppressed a laugh. He was handsome no matter what he did. It was too easy to take Farrah. Axel already disconnected all security cameras in her town, using that computer of his. But it was still a gamble to kidnap her.
He pulled up to his log cabin, five miles out into the woods. Mommy and Daddy happily gave him the large lot of land to hide his skeletons from their precious political careers. Axel put another chloroformed rag to her face and let her breath it in, just to be safe. He flung her over his shoulder, and Axel thought of her like a rag doll. Her breast lay against his back as he opened the door to the house and made way to the left to the room he prepared for her. In it there was a king-sized bed facing a fireplace along with a bathroom attached to the room. On the headboards of the bed around were strings of rope. Axel was hard at the thoughts of her in such state.
He laid her down on the bed and began to tie her hands and feet with rope to the bed posts. It was a simple knot, one of the first ones he learned as a boy, but he knew that his pet wouldn't be able to move an inch. He took out his switch blade and cut open her pea coat. Axel smiled at the nightgown underneath. It was fleece and had little white sheep on a blue background, but he was pleased that it barely covered her moon-shaped ass. He almost regretted cutting that off her too. Axel looked at the underwear, plain; she wasn't going on any dates. Axel tore those away from her body, bundled all the clothes together and tossed them into the fire, she wouldn't need them.
It was getting stuffy from the increased flames in the fire, Axel walked over to the window and un-latched it and opened it. He closed the light, translucent cotton curtains. The wall faced away from the driveway but he didn't want her to be too entertained while he was away. He walked out of the room, leaving the door open, she would only see the wall facing the door, but Axel wanted to hear her when she awakened. Axel was half-tempted to go inside her unconscious pussy while she was asleep on the bed, but deciding against it, chuckling. First impressions, Axel.
An hour later he heard Farrah's worried voice, "Help! Somebody! Is anyone there? Help!"
He laughed quietly as he stood up to walk to her room, they always scream for help.
When the man walked into the room, Farrah regretted shouting for help. "Take my money and let me go." She pleaded, "I won't tell anyone, just let me go." Farrah struggled with the ropes that bound her to the bed, but it was no use. She was naked on the bed and couldn't move except to thrust her body upward and slightly to the sides. She was uncomfortable with her nakedness. Farrah had a suspicious fear that she would be used to it soon.
He was handsome. A rugged man in a black t shirt and jeans, his hair was a deep brown and his jaw was sharp and defined. His nose was round and pointed and he had a slight beard. Farrah noticed his eyes, a grey-blue that looked violet in the light from the window. She also made a mental note of his tattoo on his wrist, a tiger. She watched as she eyed her like a piece of meat.
"Scream all you want," he said darkly, a growl in his voice, "No one will ever hear."
"Please, I have money, I'll give it all to you, just let me go, I swear I'll be quiet." Farrah appealed. "Just don't hurt me."
"You whore." He called her, "I'll make you scream." He began to take off his shirt in front her, his muscles pulsing with desire. "You like that, slut?"
Farrah didn't, she tried to press her legs together to resist as he was on top of her erect with his giant cock. She yelped as he slapped her hard across the face. Tears streamed across her face. His hands were on her breast squeezing them tightly as he thrust inside of her. It was painful and Farrah looked up and tried to not see his face. He rammed her pussy and she was screaming in pain, no, please, she wanted to say, be merciful, but it hurt even more to yell out. Farrah didn't want him to see how wet she already was.
He began to pull apart her folds as far as they would go so he could go in deeper and harder, he took his cock out and drove into her like a speeding bullet again and again, until Farrah blacked out in tortured pain.
She was awakened from bliss-less sleep when he whispered into her ear, "Say 'yes master.'"
Farrah knew there was no point in fighting him. "Yes, master." She answered through choked tears.
Axel turned on the hose and sprayed her down with cold water. She squirmed and yelled in surprise. He aimed it at her cunt and she yelled even louder. He was already hard again.
"Did you like that, Bitch?" He asked her slowly, hoping she wouldn't reply correctly.
"No." She said through her tears.
He pulled the handle again and washed her down on the highest water pressure, this time at her face. She shut her mouth and eyes. He had to show dominance, "Now, I'll ask again. Did you like that bitch?"
He waited while she contemplated that one, "Yes, master." But Axel could see the rebellious spirit in her eyes, it'll be fun breaking this filly.
"Bitch, what shall you address me as from now on?" Axel asked after he hosed her down once more.
"Master."
