Author's note: This is a story about a woman in her early twenties who has been abducted and kept. She is struggling with the conflict between her need to be free and a growing willingness to consider the alternative. Is it an advanced case of Stockholm Syndrome or the practical sense that her life will improve if she accepts the reality of her situation? She is reluctantly considering submitting but wants to probe where that might lead.
I hope this story is also fun to read. Let me know what you think.
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"What happened?" Mrs. Lawrence asked, looking both relieved and curious. Her eyes went from Xavier to me and back.
"Our presence was requested at the Sherrif's office," Xavier deadpanned.
"I know. Frank came by and told me about the raid. What did they want?"
"It was never clear," Xavier replied. "They didn't have anything so I guess they were looking for a confession or something."
"And they let you go so quick?"
"I wasn't in a confessing mood," Xavier explained as he went to the fridge, looking for something to eat.
"Laura, how about you. What did they want from you?" Mrs. Lawrence shot me a worried glance.
I had only been half listening to Mrs. Lawrence and Xavier. I was standing, leaning against the kitchen counter, looking at the walls, the stove top, the green checkered cotton drapes framing the window looking out into the compound. I laughed at the thought that the grass outside was the exercise yard for my cell, a privilege I could have if I exhibited good behaviour. I laughed again when I considered that good behaviour typically amounted to sucking Xavier's cock with enthusiasm. They both looked at me.
I was almost too exhausted to put a sentence together. Xavier pulled his head out of the fridge and looked at me with an impassive look on his face. I just shrugged and said, "Nothing."
Xavier studied my face and understood how far gone I was. He quietly said, "Laura, go get ready for bed. I will come up in a few minutes."
Without really thinking I moved through the kitchen to follow his orders.
*****
Laying on my side I stared at the wall of my room, really my cell. I knew I was too emotionally exhausted by the day; the frightening visit from Frank, Xavier raping my ass in the kitchen, the police raid, the interrogation, to comprehend what had happened at the bus station. Xavier's words were echoing in my head. 'I belonged to him,' but he also said 'My life was with him.'. The problem was, I didn't know any more who or what I was.
The unlikely raid by the Sherriff and his duputies on the remote compound in the Rockies was almost unprecedented. Xavier and his business associates, using the term loosely to include whatever criminal activities they were involved in, had always taken care to incent the local sherriff to stay out of their mountain retreat. The rumours I gathered that cirulated in the area were that women were kept in the compounds, sometimes against their will. I laughed at that. I had been abducted into what amounted to slavery. I had escaped but then recaptured just before the raid. I had the chance to run after my release but instead I just sat and watch buses pull out from the small city near the mountain compounds. I didn't understand why but now I was almost too exhausted by the events of the day to think.
I felt his weight settle on the bed behind me. His arm wrapped around me and he nuzzled my hair. "Baby, sleep now," he murmured while rubbing my tummy. 'Fuck!' I thought but my body almost on its own accord pushed back into him. Even his hard cock pushing into my ass felt normal, and totally fucked up at the same time.
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When I awoke I was alone in bed. Light was coming in from the hallway. Something had changed yesterday but I still couldn't process what it was. My acts of defiance, my assertion of my identity since my recapture and arriving back in Tamarak Ranch suddenly seemed like foolishness. I couldn't step on a bus when the chance was there. Nor could I tell the cops what he had done to me.
Dragging myself out of the emptiness I pounded a fist on the bed. There was no way I would accept being a sex toy, solely existing for someone's amusement. I was a free human.
He stood in the doorway, drawn by the noise of my groan and the fist hitting the mattress. "Baby, are you okay?"
"Yes Sir, of course sir. I'm totally fine with staring at four walls all day waiting for you to come home and fuck me. Repeat endlessly until god knows when, probably until I go genuinely crazy." My eyes flared at him.
"Laura, that's enough," he said in a low deliberate tone.
"Sir, I apologize for the outburst. But will you tell me what 'my life is with you' means for the rest of my existence," I said, backing off on the tone. In a flash I realized that goading him into anger was not going to get me anywhere.
"Laura, you are mine is all you really have to know about the future. You will know what it is when I take you there."