This is basically an erotic love story and of course all characters are over 21. It will definitely not start out as a love story, but it will get there. Please vote often (fives are most welcome) and of course leave constructive comments.
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Debbie spent the day being pampered at the day spa then followed up with a trip to an upscale clothing store that specialized in skimpy, sexy club clothing. She loved days when she could be the rich, pampered, spoiled gorgeous girl that she knew she was. She could get anything and anyone she wanted. Then there days that work, school and business controlled her destiny and while she cherished her accomplishments, she really enjoyed being coddled and babied.
Her social routine usually involved going to a couple of clubs on Wednesday, Friday and Saturday. On those nights she would hold court and spend her time with her friends at "The Club". Most of the night consisted of drinking, lots of talking, gossiping, dancing and some food. It was a great place to mingle, be seen by all the right people, get together and maybe if she was lucky hook up with a handsome hunk.
Debbie had seen her share of grifters and gigolos trying to get to her father through her or just trying to put another beauty queen notch on their belt. She loved being the center of attention, was kind to everyone she met and loved to help people when she could. All of these wonderful traits left her vulnerable to people trying to run scams on her or trying to steal their share of the family fortune. So, despite her innocent beauty, her radar was well honed leaving her street smart and wary of anyone she didn't know.
Debbie was usually the most beautiful women in the room and always had a crowd around her. She was the high school homecoming queen two years in a row and the USC homecoming queen as well. She was a captain of the USC cheerleading squad known as the Song Leaders, on the track team, swim team and was set to graduate magna cum laude in pre-Med next month. Despite all this she only had a couple of close friends and she had broken up with her steady boyfriend. She was very careful about whom she let get close to her.
Debbie's athletic prowess left her with a tight and toned figure, with seemingly very little body fat. In addition, hours of body sculpting exercises left her with a tiny waist, muscular belly, tight delicious ass and beautifully defined legs. Likewise, her shoulders and arms were muscular but still exceedingly feminine. She did everything she could to mold and sculpt her delicious figure and when that didn't work, she had a great plastic surgeon in the wings.
Since she had very little body fat, she had small breasts, but that was easily remedied. By the time her plastic surgeon had finished she had flawless 34D breasts and the perfect hourglass figure. With her new breasts she didn't feel like there was anything she could change to make her more beautiful. The surgeon also made a few enhancements to her face, but they were small, but still boosted her beauty.
In addition, Debbie had been a very popular teen and adult model. She had modeled all over the world, but always came back home. She didn't really need the money, she did it because she loved being pampered and spoiled, plus it fed her exhibitionist side. She loved having every eye in the room focused on her, and when her swimsuit and lingerie shoots came out, the guys around her went crazy. While her beauty was legendary, her brilliant mind, philanthropic and charity work were only known by a few.
It was her intimidating beauty and wealth that kept the men away. It was the same reason she was alone tonight. Her rich and powerful father, combined with her devastating beauty intimidated most suitors. It seemed most good men never came near her, only the bad boys. She had become good at spotting what the bad boys wanted. Her friends really enjoyed watching her destroy would be suitors. Most of her local friends didn't even know how to play the kind of games that she did.
After the spa and her shopping trip she went home, had a nap and then dressed for her evening out. Even she had to admit that when she looked in the mirror the new dress was devastatingly sexy. She knew that with her flawless body encased in this suggestive dress, she could have any man she wanted.
She arrived at the "The Club" close to ten o'clock and most of her friends were already there. Debbie's group was off to the left side of the stage with lots of hangers on, wandering in and out of Debbie's aura hoping to connect or at least be noticed. The rest of "The Club" was similarly divided into knots of like-minded people and all seemed to be having a great time. After all, it was a Friday night in LA.
Very soon Debbie was out on the dance floor attracting a lot of attention. She always attracted attention, but the first reason she's attracting attention tonight is her new clubbing outfit. She's wearing a white, large diamond fishnet, mini dress that basically has an open net covering her body, hiding nothing. The dress barely fell below her tight, succulent ass leaving her elegant legs on full display right up to the cheeks of her tush.
Since the fishnet would leave her completed naked, underneath she is wearing a tiny white bikini, or it could be called a microkini. The top barely covers the aureoles of her breasts, leaving both tops and bottoms of her breasts exposed and elegantly on display. The bottom of the bikini is a thong with a very small pouch covering her camel toe. The outfit is completed with some thigh high, white leather boots. The effect makes her an incredible tease. She is covered, but completely on display for every guy's viewing pleasure.
As Debbie dances out on the dance floor, there are four guys crowding around her vying for her attention. She is just ignoring all of them until this dark-haired, swarthy Adonis comes up to her, and they start to dance. They dance several dances, and soon they are dancing alone with all the other guys having given up. Debbie knows this guy is a bad boy out for a notch on his belt, but he does it so well she has to have him for a night.
She starts touching him, and it is obvious to her friends that Debbie has found her date for the weekend. Very soon Debbie and her date adjourn to a booth where a couple of drinks are waiting. However, before they can get into the booth; he grabs Debbie and starts to kiss her and nibbles behind her ear. Behind her back, he is watching everyone, when the coast is clear and Debbie is swooning from the kiss, he dumps a substance into her drink.
Debbie's head is spinning from the arousing kiss, and she sits down quickly polishing off the drink waiting for her. The Adonis kisses, fondles and tries to seduce Debbie, but as hot as he is and as much as she wants him, Debbie resists his advances. Very soon her head starts spinning and he knows now is the time. He pulls her up from the table into his arms and holds her as he nibbles her neck until she begins to go limp in his arms. As she collapses, he grabs a hold of her, slides his arms underneath her, swings her up in his arms, and carries her out of the disco.
He passes by Debbie's friends and winks at them as they pass, everyone thinks Debbie is going to have a wild night with this gorgeous man. As he exits, there is a van with its side door open to meet him. The Adonis places her in the van where another man is waiting. As the other man pulls her to the back of the van, he gives her a wistful look before he walks away. He turns back as he walks away knowing what is waiting for her and wishing that he had a chance to spend all night making love to that gorgeous, passionate creature.
Inside the van there are two disreputable looking characters. They wrap a cloth around her face soaked in chloroform, deepening her sleep. The two men lock her hands together in some leather manacles, locking her feet together in something similar that fits over her boots. The guy not driving hooks her bound hands to a hook at the top of the van, and then cuts the fishnet dress off her. The fishnet hadn't hidden anything, but she is even more alluring with only her polished skin gleaming in dim light of the van. She's now only dressed in her tiny microkini and boots.
He looks at her with lust and desire, but knows he can't touch the merchandise. As he leers at her lecherously, he removes her boots, cuts off her microkini and enjoys the spectacular naked body in front of him as they drive off into the night. In moments that the driver is occupied the thug in the back of the van caresses her perfect breasts, waspish waist, tight ass and muscular legs. Like the Adonis that delivered her the thug in the back dreams of fucking Debbie's succulent body.
The van motors on for an hour before it pulled up to a desolate airport hangar and drives into the interior, parking next to a cargo plane. Debbie was still hanging unconscious, naked and exposed as the vans side door is opened by two men standing by the plane. The two men in the van join the two men next to the plane with all of them silently starring at the spectacular naked womanly vision hanging in front of them. They all stood dumbfounded taking in every gorgeous inch of Debbie's nude form, playing their flashlights like caresses over her body. Suddenly a very large man came from the other side of the plane startling the men.
"Quit gawking and make everything ready for transport. Master demands she be cleaned, oiled and perfumed before transport. I will take care of that, but all of you make sure the transport is ready."
The four workers said, "Yes, boss" in unison and disbursed while the manager stepped inside the van quickly unhooking Debbie's hands. He cradled her naked body in his arms as he exited the van. He marveled at how her succulent, petite body was so light and delicate in his arms. Her skin was incredibly soft and silky against is rough hands and he was in awe of her tantalizing beauty. Her face was so beautiful with her golden hair spun around her neck and head. She looked like an innocent angel, untouched and yet full of passionate promise.
He shook his head and once again began to think of her as merchandise. He carried her to a back room where he sat her by a wooden pole and attached the leather manacles on her wrists to a spreader bar then pulled on a clanking chain to hoist her into the air. When he finished her feet were about a foot off the ground, which put her at eye level with him. She was still under the influence of the drugs, but she would occasionally move her head around and moan as if she was coming out of it.
The boss stepped back, rubbed his hands together and saying, "Oh master is going to love you. Master is going to have lots of fun with you."
He knelt down before her, grabbed her left ankle and moved it to the side to fasten her leather manacle on the next pole. He then did the same thing to her right ankle, and now she was hoisted in the air with her arms and legs spread wide. She started blinking her eyes, rolling her head and moaning, "Where am I?"
