(this is my first attempt at writing erotic fiction, and will focus on some of my own personal fantasies, elements include noncon, foot worship,kidnapping, enslavement, physical+mental domination, chastity, forced feminization, bondage, and other taboo things, probably wont be too plot heavy, if these things offend you than click away now)
I don't remember much about the days leading up to my fateful encounter with the women who would eventually become my owners. Ever since the pandemic the days kind of blended together, and I felt as if my life was going in circles. I desperately needed a change of scenery and decided a road trip across America would help me see the beauty in life once again. With all the foresight a 22 year old carries, I didn't tell any of my friends or family where I was going, as I thought to surprise them with pictures of my adventures along the way. That would prove to be a fatal mistake.
So in the old station wagon inherited from my grandfather I went, and decided now was the time to head west. Starting in Vermont, it stood to reason that it made sense to see the norther half of the US first, drive down through California, then see the southern states on the way back. As far as I know, the car never made it further than Ohio. Somewhere on the interstate the thing up and died on me. I never knew much about cars, other than I had just filled the tank 75 miles back and the nearest auto shop was 100 miles ahead. So I was stranded on the interstate at the dead of night. Amazingly, a car stops when I sticky my thumb out, the only car that I had seen for at least an hour. Another fatal mistake.
The car stops with a window rolled down.
"Looks like your car had plans that didn't involve getting you where you're going" said a voice belonging to a thirty something year old woman.
Her brown hair came down just past her shoulders which was accenting her slightly above average looks, Definitely not bad looking, just nothing to write home about. From what I could see, she was wearing a white sweatshirt with a black skull on the front and black sweatpants, as if she herself dressed to be comfy during a long drive.
"Yeah, I knew the thing was old but I thought I'd be able to use her for one last road trip" I replied.
"Well hop in, we'll get you to a mechanic and maybe she'll be good to tow in the morning" she said with a deceptively warm smile.
I smiled back and gratefully got in the passenger seat of her hatchback. My biggest mistake.
"The name's Sherry"
"Derek. Thank you so much for this!"
"No problem, Derek, what are you doing all the way out here? I saw your Vermont plates." Sherry stepped on the gas quite abruptly. I didn't think much of it.
"I needed a change of pace, my life was looking like the same thing every day. Figured the great American road trip would inspire me to figure out what I want to do with the rest of my life."
"And you thought you'd tackle it on your own? No friends or family wanted to come with?"
"I didn't tell anyone I was doing this. Wanted it to be my own thing you know? Be a man finding his own way."
I would end up really regretting saying that last thing, as before I knew it I was ambushed by someone hiding in the backseat with chloroform and a cloth that was abruptly pressed against my mouth and nose, and I lost consciousness almost immediately.
I don't know how long I was out. Could have been a day, could have been more. Who knows how many drugs where in that car. All I knew for sure that we sure as shit weren't in Ohio. It was way too hot and swampy. I later found out I got dragged all the way to the backwater swamps of Louisiana, ironically one of the places I was most excited to visit. My surroundings were dark and gloomy, with only a strip of light coming from up a set of stairs through what looked like an angle. A cellar door, perhaps.
Without thinking, I immediately got up and ran for the door, but couldn't move more than two feet. There was a chain around my neck that was bolted to the concrete wall, keeping me from moving more than five feet from the bolt . I tried to take the chain off but it was secured with a padlock. I then noticed that I was completely naked. That's when the panic set in.
"HELP! SOMEBODY HELP! GET ME OUT OF HERE! I'M HERE AGAINST MY WILL! SOMEBODY PLEASE HELP MEEE!"
The only people to hear my cries for help were my captors. They were exercising inside the main house and heard my cries for help through an open window just above the cellar door. Within a couple minutes the cellar door swung open and down came two women. The first was Sherry, the bitch who tricked me. The other was a woman who could have been the same age, maybe a little older. A dark skinned black woman with her hair done up in a ponytail. Both were wearing tank tops, booty shorts, and pink and purple sneakers as if they had just been on the treadmill or lifting weights. Both women were tall and muscular, maybe 6'2" and 6'4" respectfully, and both towered over my 5'6" frame. I eventually learned to regret not working out.
