Lyn was young, and considered by many as a very beautiful woman, her near six-foot stature, curvy body, and very long blonde hair attracted a lot of attention, making it hard for her to dress up in heels and not tower over the guys she liked.
She was shy because of this, she developed early and it never stopped, at fourteen she had a better figure than most of her female teachers.
Her mom made her feel even worse about it saying she made anything she wore look shameful.
She didn't date in high school because her early development made her feel like a freak.
All through college, it was the same story, guys only wanted her to show them her breasts.
She became more and more shy and wore loose clothing to hide her figure.
After she finished college she started to work as an office manager, her stunning looks, and her degrees, paid off. She moved quickly up the ladder over the next years, trimming the fat and streamlining the company boosting the profits.
Things were going smoothly. Her shyness was waning and she was thinking about dating again.
If she could just find a guy who wanted her for her personality and kind heart, not her stripper's body.
She had gone out with some of the girls from the office one night, a rare outing for her.
She never did this and she was unsure how to act, her nights after work were in some romance book or a movie alone.
This night was new and deep waters.
The guys in the bar were all over their table, buying them drinks, some were true sexist pigs others were just assholes. But a few were actually nice.
Danny, was a very tall and muscular man, with dark eyes and hair. Lyn could not keep her eyes off of him.
Unlike all the other guys asking for her phone number and pushing for a date he just talked to her.
It was closing time when she went home, her mind was on that sweet man she met.
Weeks went by before she went out again, she hoped Danny might be there when they arrived.
The girls were getting rowdy tonight and Suzy was on the prowl, she was not going home alone if she could help it.
Lyn saw that this was going a lot faster than she liked and called it a night.
As she was walking out the door, she ran into Danny.
He said, oh hi Lyn, I thought I'd never see you again.
She blushed, same here Danny.
He said I was not staying, just dropping off my buddy's car.
Would you take my number?
I really don't like hanging out in the bars, they are just pits of trouble.
She blushed again, sure, he opened his wallet and took out a dollar bill, wrote his name and number on it.
Giving it to her she smiled and said thank you, if you dropped off your buddy's car then do you need a ride?
Yes, but I was not asking.
She said, but I am, do you need a ride?
Yes, I do.
She said it's the yellow Lexas over there.
I will wait there for you to come back out.
She started her car, and waited, for Danny, who was back out quickly.
Getting in she said, where too?
I need to go to my mom's place do you mind?
No not at all.
She lives across town.
Not a problem, I'm on vacation as of today, four long weeks off, so an hour is not a problem.
As she drove they talked about silly small things. He asked her if she would mind on the way to his mother to stop at his place.
He needed to get something.
It was on the way, she pulled into an apartment building parking lot, he went over to a car opened the door grabbed a bag, and ran back to her car jumping in and closing the door.
He reached into the bag and pulled out an autoinjector, stabbing it into her leg. She screamed what the hell are you doing?
A few confused seconds later her mind fogged over and she was gone.
She woke to a deep drug-induced state, she was gagged and handcuffed in the back seat.
She tried to form words but it just didn't work, her mind was like mud.
Every time they stopped he injected her again.
She woke her head pounding, still gagged, and tied to a post sitting.
She tried to see but the world would not stop spinning.
She needed to puke, but her throat was too dry.
Dry gagging sounds were all she could manage.
A bright light came on in her face, her gag was removed, and water was squirted down her throat, it must have been drugged as she passed out again.
She could feel she was being moved a lot, she could not see she was too heavily drugged.
She woke several times just for a blurry moment, a voice in her head telling her things, things she felt were important and true. She was to serve, she was to forget her life as it was, she will love her new owner, and she is a slave that must please and obey. Your master is the one who makes love to you for the first time.
What Lyn did not know was she was being mentally disassembled and rebuilt for a special purpose.
To this point, she had been captured for more than a year. Drugged to make her pliable, brainwashed to be this sex slave for her owner. She had been fully changed six months ago but this was a special purchase she could never return to her old life or memories.
After six more months of physical and oral sex training, her pussy must remain virgin.
This time when she woke, she was in a room, a small bedroom, no windows and just one door. She had headphones on, and a voice was repeating the same set of words, you crave to be held, you are proud of your body, and you want to be owned, and you want to serve. She took them off the voice saying many other things as she looked around her room.
She had a bathroom and some basic furniture.
She could not move for the better part of the day without feeling the need to run to the toilet and puke.
The mirror showed her she had lost a lot of weight. How long had she been here, or unconscious?
Still weak and dizzy, she sat and ate the power bars on the table.
A man came in, wearing a black hood, I see you're coming around, being sudated that long takes some time to get over it.
She still had a hard time making her eyes work properly, and his voice was all jumbled in her head.
She said, where am I?
Why am I here?
Two very good questions, you are on your way to your new owner, and why, you're a virgin and a very beautiful one at that, and now that you are conditioned, you are going to bring a very good price.
Lyn tried to stand, but her head had other ideas, she crumpled to the floor and started crying.
Where am I?
You are not in Florida anymore, that's all you need to know, and oh by the way you quit your job and moved, so no one has a clue that you are missing.
She just lay on the floor crying, her wailing sobs filling the room, she heard the door close and lock.
It must have been hours she lay there in the silence her mind unable to form a solid thought.
She crawled back onto the bed, wrapped the blanket tightly around her, and fell asleep.
The after-effects of the sedations took several days to fade away, she could only guess how long as she had never seen the sun and had to judge time by the food they brought her.
Her thoughts turned to Danny, why did he do this, it was no accident, he drugged her and kidnapped her. She failed to see him as a creep, just like her first boyfriend years ago.
She had been examined by several people all wearing hoods they must have been doctors.
As time slipped by she started feeling better, stronger again, she felt normal, even if her world was not.
The man she had talked to when she first woke came in, well it's time to move you. You do not need medical treatment, so tomorrow you will be moved. Eat up tonight it might be the last you get for a few days.
That statement made her nervous, they were going to drug her again, she got her food and started eating as they left it, then she flushed it down the toilet and gagged herself to puke any she swallowed.
That night she heard the lock on the door, she lay on her bed half off, her tray on the bed.
They picked up her arm and dropped it, she acted like a wet noodle. It was good enough of an act they believed it. Putting her in a vented body bag they hauled her out and into a vehicle.
She heard them say the roads were icy and they needed to go slow because she was precious cargo.
Once loaded they left, she could feel the cold outside, it was very cold, but where was she? It was not Florida, no ice in Florida, that's where she was when Danny drugged her.
Even if she managed to escape, what direction would she need to go, how far?
She slowly worked at the zipper of the body bag, sliding it down until she could see out of the bag.
She was in a van of some kind, a delivery van.
They hit a bump and she made a sound. Shit, she thought I just blew it. The driver said did you hear something?
No, I did not, said his helper, just keep your eyes on the road, it's slicker than hell out there and I like to get back alive.
She exhaled, thinking that was close.
She now had the zipper down to her feet, she was free so to speak, but she was in a robe, not a snowsuit. And how could she ever fight two men, she had never been in a fight, ever.
She started thinking about how they do it in the movies. Yeah, you need a weapon, but what?
She quietly looked around, hoping the sound of the engine and the clunking of the van would hide her movements.
All she could see was the bumper jack post and the handle.
She would have to be on her knees to use them, and that meant a big movement on her part.
She was so afraid she was almost ready to puke.
Her heart pounding, she forced her breathing to quiet and slow.
Hard to do when you're panicking.
Then a series of bumps tossing the van to drift sideways, the passenger yelling at the driver, hey be careful you idiot. The driver yelled back shut up!
That was her chance, she rolled and grabbed the jack post, and holding it like a spear, she thrust it forward into the back of the driver's head, and then quickly again into the passenger's head, knocking them both out and sending the van into a slide and hitting the guard rail.
The van hit it hard and flipped, landing on its side and sliding down the long icy hill like a sled. Then hitting the mountain head-on and shattering the windshield and spinning on its side.
The back doors flew open from the hit and the spin tossed Lyn out onto the iced roadway sliding along behind the van.
Lyn stopped a few dozen feet later but the van went off the road in a section without a guard rail, tumbling down the steep slope to the creek below, wedging in the trees, and vanishing from sight until spring.
