Unnexpected Abduction

I was just walking back home, my ears still ringing from the loud music at the club. After the long walk up the street, I was quite breathless as I turned the corner onto my street. A couple of meters ahead was a woman being carried by two large dark figures in balaclavas. I walked towards them for a couple more steps whilst my drunken mind tried to realise what is wrong. Just as I stopped and start to pull my phone out, a pain flared in my chest, winding me.

I looked down at my phone on the floor as I tried to catch my breath whilst a third figure walked towards me, some form of gun in his hand.

I sit up, suddenly awake only to smack my head on a solid metal mesh. I let out a groan as my forehead and stomach both flare up in pain as I collapse back onto the padded floor. I close my eyes as my head spins, my hangover feeling far worse than usual as I try to figure out if what I had seen was real or just a dream.

Wait, what had I just headbutted?

I look up and then around, it looked like I was in an office, but not one I recognise. And I am in a cage more suited for a dog than a person, and not even a big dog. Moving around in the cage, I can get up on all fours but then my back is almost pushing against the top of the cage. I shift around again and find I can just about straiten my legs to stretch them out by shifting my ass back and bending over as my head pressed against the cage's top.

"Hello?" I shout, my voice still struggling after trying to talk to people in the club last night.

There is no one in the office and I can't hear anyone moving outside the door. There are two windows looking outside, but from my low angle I can just see the clouds in the sky at least telling me it is already daytime. I look at the lock on the cage's door and can't figure out a way of even trying to pick it. Not that I know how, didn't really come up in any of my engineering lectures.

Would anyone be looking for me? I do occasionally do one-night stands, but not as much as either of my two housemates. But they certainly wouldn't assume anything was wrong at least for another day. I hadn't actually seen any of my attacker's face or anything that I could use to identify them.

"Good morning, pup." A woman smiled at me as she walked into the office.

Well, there goes any argument about ignorance. She has short hair, a pretty and innocent looking face, and her bare arms show some muscle definition. Although I am sporty, I think she's almost a foot taller than me making it unlikely that I could overpower her. Not that that is even an option right now. She is wearing a flower print summer dress that hugs her waist showing her curvy figure.

"I managed to convince the others that we shouldn't just dispose of you. You're welcome." She tells me as she walks around her desk and sits down.

I watch her nervously as she moves, confused at how calm and casual she is behaving with an abducted person caged in her office. Are these people human traffickers who normally just have a couple of caged people dotted around their offices?

"Is it not good manners to thank the person who saved your life?" She asks me after typing briefly on the laptop.

"Who are you? Why am I here?" I ask having no intention of thanking someone for kidnapping me.

"I am currently your owner. You are here because we were collecting a product for an order, and you decided to join in on the fun. Rather than simply disposing of you as we have no order for a scrawny little ginger runt, I argued to let my colleagues keep you for myself. Thus, I saved your life." She tells me.

"So, you're a human trafficker." I state, starting to understand just how screwed I am.

"No." She states, looking at me as though I've just insulted her. "Our clients want trained slaves. They tell us what they want their slave to look like and what skills they should have. We find them someone who looks right and then train them accordingly." She explains, as though it is better not worse than human trafficking.

"So, you kidnap, torture and then sell people, wonderful." I remark, not really meaning to say it out loud.

"Imagine you get married but there is a beautiful woman who works in a cafe down the road you want to fuck. If she goes missing, there will be police all around your local area and if anyone's noticed your interest in them, you may well become a suspect. Instead, they simply take a photo, send it to us and say they want a harem slave. There are almost eight billion people on the planet, there are several others who look similar. We find one that might be missed but won't make major headlines and collect them. We then train them before shipping them to our clients." She continues, typing away at the computer now.

"So, you abduct people, ship them around the world before torturing and selling them as sex slaves." I nervously mumble.

God help me.

"Not every slave is a sex slave. The woman we were abducting last night will be house staff. We have a client who has about fifty staff, every one of them looks like barbie. She will be trained to be a cleaner and maid, whilst also getting a couple of cosmetic surgeries." The woman says, making me feel like there might not be quite so much pain in store for me.

"And what do you intend to do with me?" I ask, deciding that it will be better just to know than let my mind keep coming up with ever darker scenarios.

"I had an idea a while ago I intend to try out. But I want to get to know the original you before it gets lost." She smiles, looking over at me looking remarkably sweet and innocent.

"Let me out and I'd be happy to catch up over a drink." I glare back.

"Aww, you're stubborn and either brave or dumb." She continues smiling. "So far, I have found you're called Joey. Don't like to be called Joe. Have a bunch of male and female friends and are a keen tennis player, although I doubt very good given your height. Or significant lack of. Your degree makes me think you're intelligent, but not overly so given the university you got in to. And you're a kinky submissive who will probably enjoy what I have planned given the tabs in your safari and the quite broad range of stuff I found on your reddit account."

My attempt at looking unafraid and determined apparently didn't last long. I feel my face go bright red and my eyes drop from hers as she holds up my unlocked phone. Apparently fingerprint scans work on unconscious people's fingers. There is definitely enough information in her hand to humiliate me and confirm my submissive tendencies.

"I'll do a deal with you. I'll let you out of the cage and you bring me to orgasm. The first one will be a thank you for saving your life. The second for letting you out of the cage. After the third I will give you some water and after the fourth some food. Deal?" She grins mischievously.

I have gone down on plenty of women before, in fact most of those I've ever been with as I enjoy feeling them squirm and hearing them moan above me. Some of them also tasted nice, but it was mainly the feeling I got when I pleased them that made it so fun. Going down on a woman who has enslaved me though, do I really want to give her pleasure? Will she feed me though if I don't or just wait until I get even more hungry than I am now?

"Fine, deal." I accept, knowing that she will ensure that saying no will be the more uncomfortable or even painful answer.

"Good call." She rises from her chair. "Remove your top, shoes and socks."

Not too worried about being topless in front of a woman I was about to go down on, I do as she says without complaint. She unlocks the door, her eyes remaining on mine as she does so, ready in case I try anything. Knowing even if I did manage to pass her, I wouldn't know how to get out the building, I decide obeying is my best course of action for now. She takes my items and puts them in a binbag I notice already has stuff in. I guess they are my wallet, tissues and headphones that I had in my pockets last night.

"Kneel." She orders once I've crawled out of the cage.

I do as she says and feel a collar being locked around my neck. I can't see it but the cold firm feeling against my skin makes me certain it is a solid metal one. There is some mechanism to tighten it though as after a few clicks I can feel it slightly restricting my breathing. A louder click is followed by her releasing me and what feels like a padlock resting against the skin at the back of my neck.

"Not only is it locked so you can't remove it, but it is also a shock collar. Misbehave and you will be punished severely. Understand?" She says, walking around to look down at me.

"Yes." I nod, feeling very small and helpless.

"Yes Mistress." She corrects me.

"Yes Mistress." I repeat.

"You're doing good, my cute little toy." She smiles down at me. "Crawl."

With that, she turns her back and walks, hips swaying, back to her desk. Too focused on watching her lovely ass as I crawl, I don't even notice until I am making my way under her desk, I had even had an opportunity to try escape. She is clearly confident that I won't even try, I need to be ready to use that next time rather than just ogling her.

She doesn't look down or say anything to me as she rolls her chair back under her desk, her legs spread. I lift her dress up and immediately lock onto her clean-shaven pussy that is already drooling. Either she's watching something inappropriate on her computer or she enjoys enslaving people slightly too much. I gently lick her from bottom to tip, getting a gentle sigh from above me as I plant a kiss on her clit. A few minutes of licking and some extra saliva and I am sliding a finger quickly followed by a second into her.

I have added a third finger and there is a small puddle forming on the leather seat by the time she starts crushing my head between her thighs. I force myself to keep going, pushing even harder on each thrust with my fingers on the lower edge of her pussy. Less than a minute later, the pressure on my skull eases as her legs quack and my face is drenched as she squirts with each thrust of my fingers. Keeping my mouth clamped on her above my fingers, I drink as much of her nectar as possible.

"My god, I hope you don't forget how to do that when I break you." She moans breathlessly a few minutes later when I've reverted to gently lapping her now swollen slit as she recovers.

After I hear her breathing return to normal, I start building again until there is a knock on the door.

"Keep quiet, but I wasn't to be having an orgasm within five minutes of them leaving." She whispers down at me before calling for them to enter.

"Good morning, Sam. I thought you had gained a pet for that little cage?" I man with a deep voice said, sounding slightly confused.

So, the woman is called Sam. It isn't really the name I'd link to a dominatrix.

"I have, but it needed a bit of exercise. It'll be back in there later, unless you want to see if you'd fit?" Sam counters, her legs swinging up on either side of my head to rest on my back and squeeze my ears.

I lose most of the rest of the conversation as her thighs muffle their conversation.

"Will you be bringing your pet when we fly out, or leaving it behind?" I hear the man ask as Sam bends her right leg, so her calf is pushing against the back of my head.

"We have plenty of room in the hold, might as well make use of it." Sam responds, making me pause for a second only to feel my ear being pinched remaining me to keep going.

They say goodbye as he stands up and makes his way to the door.

"Don't let this little project cause you to take unnecessary risks." The man says before the office door shuts.

I waste no time in upping my tempo, wanting to delay learning what this collar is capable of for as long as possible. Luckily, Sam is clearly quite turned on by my degradation and is soon quivering above me. This time she doesn't squirt but the orgasm still lasts over thirty seconds as it takes her a while to recover her breath.

"You are going to make such a good little lap dog." She whispers as she pets my head through her dress.

"Thank you, Mistress." I reply before realising what I was saying, getting a little chuckle from her.

The next orgasm is much like the second, earning me a short break. As promised, she gives me water, only she pours it from a bottle into my mouth rather than letting me drink it myself. My tongue and fingers are grateful of the pause despite the humiliation. Once the bottle is empty, Sam makes me kneel beneath her desk though, forcing me to lean forward as she rests her feet on my thighs. After a few minutes, she removes her feet and spreads her legs. Taking the hint, I return to my position under her dress and get to work. My stomach had started growling as I worked Sam towards her third orgasm and the long break had only caused me to focus more on my growing hunger.

The break had allowed Sam to calm down however, so it takes a while before I hear her stifled moans. I press through the growing aches in my fingers and my aching tongue that had never spent so long buried in a woman before. Eventually my efforts pay off and she has a more subdued forth orgasm.

"I'll let you have that one as I think getting a fifth from you right now would only lead you to disappoint me even more." She smiles down at me as she wheels her chair back.

She stands and walks off, tapping at her hip so I know to follow. She walks towards the cage, and I start getting nervous that she plans to lock me in again already. I let out a sigh of relief when I notice she is actually going to a little ring secured to the wall next to my cage that has a rope already tied to it. As I approach, she grabs my collar and pulls me forward with enough strength that I hit my head on the wall before I can push back.

"Sorry, you're lighter than I expected." She chuckles, sounding more amused than sorry.

My glare up at her after she has secured the rope to my collar only serves to make her laugh more. Without another word, she walks away and out of the office, the click of the lock shortly followed by the fading noise of her heels clicking as she walks off. Without thinking, I sit back on my heels like I had been instructed to do so under the desk, waiting like a dog ordered to sit.

When she returns, she has two dog bowls and a bottle of water. She sits the bottle and one of the bowls on her desk before coming over to me and smiling as she notices how I am sat.

"Good little puppy. You're almost sitting correctly. Your palms should be flat on the floor in front of your knees though." She tells me, watching as I drop forward. "Arch your back. Well done."

I focus on her feet, unable to meet her gaze as she speaks down at me like you would a puppy.

"Wait." She continues in the same silly voice as she lowers the bowl to the floor a foot or two in front of me.

"Are you hungry?" She asks me.

"Yes Mistress." I admit, sure she too heard my stomach growling several times while I was between her legs earlier.

"Look at me when I speak." She orders, her sudden shift to a stern voice makes me flinch and quickly look up at her guiltily.

"When I let you eat, you are to do so without using your hands. And from now on, your back should always be arched to show off that bubble butt of yours." She tells me, her voice returning to her silly childish one.

"Yes Mistress." I repeat, unsure if she even wants a response.

"Do you like how I taste?" She continues, smiling when my stomach rumbles again as I get a whiff of what smells like beef.

"Yes Mistress." I say again, confused by the smell as the bowl before me has some potatoes and broccoli.

"Then shouldn't you thank me when I let you taste me?" She raises an eyebrow at me.

"Yes, thank you Mistress." I nod, praying she we let me eat soon.

"That's my good little cunt sucker." She winks.

I watch as her mouth remains open, unsure of what she is doing until drool starts sliding over her shiny pink lip. I watch in shock as she makes a circular trail of spit over the bowl of food. She looks back at me with a smug grin before walking backwards and sitting on the edge of the desk.

"Disobeying my orders though choice or ignorance will be treated the same." She tells me in her serious voice as she picks up some little black thing from the desk.

"Ahh!" I cry out as my collar shocks me.

"That is a level three of ten. What do you say when I let you taste me?" Still sounding serious.

"Sorry. Thank you, Mistress." I say, wincing internally that I am now thanking my abductor for spitting on my food.

"The level will go up for each punishment or orgasm you have, and down for each good orgasm I have. Now, eat." She says the last bit in her light and giggly voice.

I remember to arch my back as I crawl forward, lowering my head and shoulders to eat. My embarrassment is almost painful as I am aware my ass is sticking up in the air as I eat the saliva covered food. I also discover pees at the bottom of the bowl that are challenging to get out.

"No slurping. You will eat quietly and politely." Sam giggles, clearly enjoying the show.

It takes me ages to finish the peas as I must move my head around with them as I try to scoop each one up with my tongue. Eventually though, the bowl is completely clean, and I sit up in position waiting for my next instruction.

"I'll give you two choices. Remove your trousers and have some more food and water, or return to your cage now?" She offers me. "I have a meeting this afternoon so next opportunity for food or to leave your cage will be late this evening."

Still painfully hungry and able to smell the beef in the bowl sat on her desk, I start removing me trousers. Only when I am about to pull them down do I realise something is wrong. I have no underwear on underneath. They must have stripped me naked last night only to redress me. I look up at her in shock at this revelation only to find her looking at me with a knowing smile on her face. My cock which has been uncomfortably erect since I crawled behind her to her desk would be on show if I lower my trousers any further

"You have chosen to take them off. Every thirty seconds that passes until they are off will be considered one punishment." She smiles at me before looking at her watch.

I force myself into action and am soon sat back on my heels naked before my captor. My eyes focus on the empty bowl in front of me as I wonder if I have made the wrong decision. When the beef in some form of sauce is placed next to it though, I decide the humiliation was inevitable, at least this way I would keep my strength up for when an escape opportunity occurs.

Sam takes my trousers and puts them in the bin bag before walking back towards me with the water and something else. She kneels opposite me, the two dog bowls between us, not even glancing at my drooling cock. I watch as she pours some powder into the bottle before shaking it until it all dissolves. She then moves two bowls into the cage before pouring the water into the empty bowl. I alternate between watching her and admiring her ass that is pointing towards me.

"Enjoying the view?" She asks me in her childish voice.

"Ahhhh!" I cry out before I get a response in.

"You exist to please women, not get turned on by leering at them, my horny little fuckhole!" She glares at me as she stands back up.

I cower beneath her as she looks down at me.

"Kiss my feet to apologies, you disgusting slut." She spits at me.

I refrain from wiping her spit from my face as I bend down and kiss each of her white shoes on the toe. I let out a squeal as she slaps my exposed ass cheeks one after the other.

"Stay." She tells me as I kiss her second shoe.

She spanks me over and over again until I am a slobbering, teary eyed wreck at her feet. I sense her stand back up before she steps back.