AUTHOR'S NOTE: This is a departure from my usual style. I usually write about consensual BDSM. Occasionally, there is some reluctance, but at the end of the day, my slaves like to be owned. I thought it might be fun to shake things up and write about a woman being abducted and sold in to slavery completely against her will. Be forewarned, very heavy non-consensual activity ahead. P.S. It is NOT Professor Ballard who is captured here.
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"Oh good, you're awake," said a pleasant male voice.
The professor tried to clear her head. She had no idea where she was. The last thing she remembered was being at the faculty reception.
They had been celebrating the release of her latest book. All of her colleagues, friends and family had been there. It had been a perfect, balmy southern California night.
She shook her head to clear away some of the fogginess. As she did, she felt rough cloth against her face. Some kind of hood? She tried to speak and became aware of something round and hard in her mouth. It felt like a stiff rubber ball. She felt drool running down her chin.
When she tried to raise her hands to uncover her face, she realized her wrists were secured tightly behind her back by metal cuffs.
She began to panic, shaking her head from side to side and pulling at her bonds with all her might. She heard herself grunting with effort around the gag in her mouth.
"There, there. Hush now. Don't struggle. I'm not going to harm you if you cooperate," said the same voice soothingly.
She tried to rise, then realized her ankles were cuffed together. She felt a strong hand pushing down on the top of her head and she immediately became still.
He was touching her.
"Calm down and stay down," said the voice more curtly now.
The professor tried to pull herself together. She realized she was hyperventilating inside her hood and concentrated on slowing her breathing. She took three deep, calming breaths and tried to focus her senses. She began to assess her situation as dispassionately as possible.
Obviously, she had been abducted. Someone must have spiked her drink, then gotten her in to a car. She wondered how long she had been out. Hours? Days? She wondered suddenly if she had been raped while she was unconscious, then realized she could still feel her clothes on her body. Just a summer skirt and blouse, but they both felt intact. She was still wearing her panties.
She smelled urine and realized she had wet herself.
The professor focused on her breathing and made a concerted effort to fight down the panic. After a few minutes, her mind began to clear. She sat still and listened carefully to her surroundings.
That was when she heard someone whimpering. It sounded like a woman.
The professor turned her head and cocked an ear. Yes, there was definitely someone sobbing softly in the room. Right next to her. A female.
"Ah, I see you have heard our guest, Professor," said the voice softly. "Yes, we have company. You will have a companion on the journey to your knew life. Your bodies will get well-acquainted with each other soon enough."
Her hopes soared. At least she was not alone. It was two against one. Maybe they could overpower this man and get out of this nightmare.
She knew her husband and family would be looking for her. By now, they would have called the police. She just needed to bide her time and stay alive until she could be found.
She heard soft footsteps in front of her. It sounded like leather soles on a concrete floor. She realized the man was pacing back and forth.
"Let me explain the situation to both of you," he said.
He stopped talking for a moment and she heard him light a cigarette.
"Your old lives are over. You are being sold in to slavery. You will never see your families again."
The man paused again to let this sink in.
"Do I need to stop here for a moment to let you have a good cry, Professor? Your companion already had hers while you were asleep. I think she's almost cried out."
The professor shook her head. She wanted to hear it all.
"You are no longer human beings, you are property. You are owned by another person who happens to be my client. This is permanent. Your only purpose in life from this moment forward is to please your owner. Your bodies no longer belong to you, they belong to your owner. You will have no say about how you are used. If you are disobedient, you will be punished."
The professor could not believe her ears. Clearly this man was a lunatic. Slavery? People don't get sold in to slavery anymore. Not in this country anyway.
And why pick her? She was forty-three years old. She understood in a clinical way that she was still quite attractive and worked hard to keep herself in shape, but she found it hard to believe that a white slaver would size her up as a prime catch for some creepy sultan. With all the pretty younger faculty and students at the reception, why go after a middle-aged hausfrau like her? She had two kids in college, for crying out loud.
"They call me The Collector," he said, the paused to take a drag from his cigarette.
"I collect slaves and sell them to people. This is how I make my living. I am very good at it. I have never been caught and I have never lost a slave. You two will put my total at one hundred and one slaves captured and delivered over the course of twenty years."
Another pause, another drag.
"You two are being sold as a matched pair. I already had a buyer waiting when I abducted you. This client has very particular specifications when it comes to acquiring female slaves. It was not easy catching both of you in one night. It took a lot of planning. I'm quite proud of myself for pulling it off, actually."
Another drag, another smoky exhalation.
"I know you are thinking you can escape, but I assure you that this is impossible. We are already out of the country. In Mexico, at one of my safe-houses. You are in a cell with much more elaborate security features than a typical municipal jail. The cage can only be unlocked with an access code that only I know. If you somehow incapacitate me or even kill me, you both will be trapped in the cell. You will then die of starvation and thirst. The nearest house is over ten miles away, so nobody will hear your calls for help."
The professor's hopes began to fade. Already out of the country? In a cell?
"You will stay here for one week to start your training. Tomorrow, you both will be marked and pierced per your owner's instructions. The good news is that you are both being purchased to serve as sex slaves, not pain-pigs, so most of your training will be focused on improving your sexual skills as opposed to repetitive punishment. You should both be grateful that this is the case."
The professor felt her hopes ebbing further. This guy was for real. It was clear he had done this before. She wondered what "marked and pierced" meant.
