“Where are we going?” Mira
asked as her boyfriend as he pulled her by the hand down the street.
“It’s a surprise, Sweetie.
I hope you like it.” His confident tone and his anticipatory look gave her
shivers of delight. Dale was always so good to her, giving her delightful
surprises at the most unexpected times. No one had ever been so good to Mira
since she entered the foster care system so many years ago. Truthfully, life
had been lonely as she worked her way through college until she met him her
senior year. Dale had swept Mira off her feet. Just a few days since
graduation, she had a feeling that he might be taking her to a jewelry store to
pick out a ring. He had been hinting that he wanted to form a longer commitment.
To her surprise, it was not
a jewelry store that he stopped in front of, but a leather supply store. “I
don’t understand…” she trailed off looking at the purses and coats displayed in
the window.
“Trust me, Mira. I love
you.” He opened the door and pulled her gently inside.
The store had that
wonderful warm scent of leather that seemed to wrap around you with a soft
caress.
“May I help you?” A man
asked from behind the counter.
Dale squeezed her hand,
“Yes, I am here to see Vasya.”
The man looked at a piece
of paper taped to the counter and nodded, gesturing for them to come behind the
curtain to the back room.
The smell of leather was
stronger back here and Mira looked around curiously. She was surprised when the
counter man seemed to silently appear in front of her holding a long strip of
black cloth. He stood looking at her.
Mira looked at Dale, “What
is going on?”
“Shhh, Sweetie. I told you
this is a surprise. I am going to blindfold you so when I take you into the
very back room, it won’t ruin the surprise. Trust me.” His warm smile and soft
brown eyes made her smile back.
The counter man stepped
forward and wrapped the blindfold snugly around her head. She felt Dale take
her hand and with the other hand in the small of her back, he guided her. She heard
a door open and then close after them. Then there was a disconcerting moment as
she could feel Dale step away from her.
“Dale?” her voice was soft.
“Hush, Sweetie, I am right
here.”
“Can I take the blindfold
off now?”
“Not just yet. We’re
getting the surprise ready.”
Her hand that was halfway
up to the blindfold was suddenly grabbed by a very strong grip and pulled
behind her.
“What?” She started to call
out, completely taken off guard. Before she had time to say anything else, something
hard and rubber was shoved into her mouth. Her other wrist was captured and
also pulled behind her back.
Frantic, Mira began to
struggle like a wild creature, but the hands that held her, that were fastening
something firmly around her wrists, pushing the ball of rubber deeper into her
mouth and fastening it there, the hands that were pushing her down to her
knees, were all stronger than she was.
It felt like it had been an
epic battle, but it had probably only lasted about a minute. When they were
done, she was on her knees, bound, gagged and some sort of collar fastened
around her neck. The last frightening part had been the metallic clink of
something attaching to the collar and the tug on it.
She could hear Dale
talking, but it seemed to be miles away. She felt like she was starting to
float away, but a strong slap to her face shocked her back to the sounds around
her.
“Excellent stock, Dale. We
will give you the usual percentage when she is sold.” A new, Russian accented
voice said.
“Thanks, Vasya,” Dale’s
voice sounded different…cold, cruel. She whimpered behind the gag in pure fear
as the word “sold” seemed to lodge in her brain.
Mira felt Dale’s hand
caress her face, “Enjoy, Mira. I am sure that your life is going to be full of
surprises from now on.”
She began to try to get off
her knees, but whatever it was that was attached to the collar around her neck
held her in that position.
“I’ll walk you out, Dale,”
The Russian said, “Oh, Stefan, please start getting her ready. I have a client
coming in an hour to look at her.”
Panic set in and Mira began
to thrash, pulling on the chain that held her. The shock of ice water being
dumped over her head made her scream behind the gag. Stefan’s hand wrapped
around her long, blonde hair and then yanked back, arching her back into a
tight bow.
“This is your warning,
little girl. Fight me and you are going to be very, very sorry later. Things
are going to be bad enough as they are. Don’t make them any worse. None of the
girls that have come through here have ever escaped and you aren’t going to be
the first. Do you understand?”
Fear curling inside her,
she tried to nod. Stefan let go of her hair and walked across the room. Mira
shivered in the strong air conditioning. She could hear him walk back and
behind the blindfold she tightened her eyes in fear. The icy touch of metal
against her skin made her jump but again, the chain held her firmly.
“Please, No!” she tried to
beg as she felt what she now knew to be a knife, cut her clothing off piece by
piece.
Stefan chuckled at her
unintelligible pleading.
Mira began to sob behind
the gag. This couldn’t be happening. How could Dale have done this to her? Things
like this didn’t really happen anymore, but…
Smooth hands began to
caress her bare skin, fondling her breasts, pinching her nipples. She gave
another muffled scream as Stefan’s hand moved between her legs, pushing between
her lower lips and fingering inside her. She felt clammy lips run across the
side of her neck, teeth scrapping her skin.
“Stefan, enough. I want her
unmarked for the buyer. If he does not want her, you can play with her later. Let
her be, she isn’t going anywhere.” The Russian scolded his helper.
Mira heard both of them
walk out of the room and lock it. Terrified, she began to rock backwards and
forwards, trying to calm herself. She had never liked being naked. As soon as
she got out of the shower, she would always cover up in a robe. Being naked and
chained was horrifying. Time seemed to stretch endlessly. She shivered even
more as the cold water dripping from her hair was further chilled by the air
conditioning.
The sound of the door being
unlocked startled her. Her trembling now was from fear.
Footsteps sounded in the
room. Several people from what she could tell. She tried to curl up to cover
her nakedness.
“There she is, Sir. She was
just brought in an hour ago. Other than securing her, we have done nothing to
her. Of course, whatever you would like would be included in the offer price.” The
Russian spoke.
There was no reply, just
the sound of dress shoes walking around her…once, then twice. Mira moaned in
terror behind the gag.
“Her fear is delicious,” A
new voice spoke. Educated, cultured. She jerked back when his fingers ran over
her back and he laughed a low, deep chuckle. While the chuckle was not overtly
sinister, panic shot through Mira again and she pulled at the securing chain,
desperate to be free.
There was a louder, deeper
laugh from the man, “Feisty, too, I see. Take off the blindfold and let me see
her eyes.”
The blindfold was roughly
pulled off, leaving Mira to blink in the sudden bright lights, frozen in fear,
her desperate struggling abruptly over. The counter man was standing beside her
holding the blindfold. Another man with almost albino white hair leaned against
a wall. Directly in front of her was a distinguished man in a grey business
suit. The suited man put his hand under her chin and lifted her head back to
look into her eyes.
She could feel him
cataloging every aspect of her body—enjoying her long tan legs; her firm
breasts and dark, hard nipples, the smoothness of her flat stomach gently
flaring in perfect hips. She realized that Dale’s insistence on her working out
to lose the last bits of extra fat were not for her health, but for the day he
would sell her.
His piercing blue eyes
seemed to see right through her. Without conscious thought she tried uselessly
to pull back. He wiped away a tear from her face with his thumb.
“She is delightful. No
training, no experience?”
“No, Sir. She is completely
untouched. Even our procurement agent has not used her. She is quite the sweet
young thing; orphaned, no close friends, no roots, able to disappear without a
ripple.”
Mira shook her head
frantically in denial. Surely someone would miss her. Her landlady? No, she had
told her she was moving after graduation. She hadn’t gotten a new job yet. Was
there really no one that would wonder what had happened to her? How long had
Dale been planning this? What was this man going to do to her? Was he going to
kill her? She had heard of snuff films but thought that they were an urban
legend. Was this how they got their victims?
“Shhh, girl,” the suit
whispered to her, “Easy. I know this must be terribly frightening for you. Be a
good girl and things will go much easier for you.” He stood up and turned to
the white haired man, “I would like to see how she marks, please.”
The white-haired man
nodded, “Of course. Stefan?”
Stefan, the man from behind
the counter, unsnapped the chain that held her on her knees and helped Mira to
a standing position. He directed her over to a cement wall. Mira noticed the
strange array of equipment and items around the room. It looked like a medieval
torture chamber. Terrified, she tried to bolt for the door. She actually made
it a few steps before the white-haired man grabbed her, manhandling her back to
the wall. It took both him and Stefan to secure her tightly against the cold
wall, the rough surface scraping against her bare skin.
They had her arms stretched
over her head until she was standing on her tip-toes, the left side of her face
pressed against the wall. Once there, they had little trouble securing her
ankles far apart. She was so snug against the wall that she couldn’t even pull
back a whole inch.
“What would you like, Sir? We
have a nice selection of canes, floggers, some exotics. Whatever pleases you.”
“Hmmm…the cane, I think. It
tells a lot about a girl how she takes it,” The suit walked closer and caressed
her firm ass, chuckling again as she flinched. “Nervous as a newborn filly.”
The first strike was
completely unexpected, catching her just below her buttocks. The pain was sharp
and deep. Her muffled scream hadn’t time to stop before another one caught her
and then another. Secured so snugly against the wall, she couldn’t move to escape
the five sharp lashes of the whistling cane.
Tears rolling down her
face, Mira heard him come closer and trembled again uncontrollably. The hot
pain throbbed. He gently brushed his finger over the rising welts and whispered
in her ear, “Such a good little filly.”
He stepped away briskly,
“Yes, I will take her. I want her cleaned up, a triple piercing and my mark on
the small of her back. You may let your workers enjoy her mouth if they wish,
but I want her looking delicious when she arrives. I must have her by eight
tonight.”
“Yes, of course, Sir. It
will be our pleasure.” The white-haired man assured him. “Stefan, take her
downstairs, please and get right to work. If you will come with me, Sir, we can
deal with the financial transaction.”