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.
