Leah had been stalked by the Private Detectives for over two months. They knew everything about her and their client decided she was right for his purposes. A virgin paralegal was a valuable commodity and so this particular virgin was kidnapped. Held as a prisoner for a month she was trained in the basic essentials of what her captor had in mind for her before she was put up for auction. The highest bidder would become her Master and begin her training as his pet and sex slave in earnest. Leah`s new life in bondage had begun...
Editor`s comment:
This is a really good story from Passion St John - herself a dedicated slave - so in this the truth really is stranger than fiction. A wonderful blend of mastery and slavery combined in a compelling story by this best-selling author.
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Chapter 1
Leah moaned softly in pain and fear. It seemed like she had been in
this position for hours. Her shoulders ached and her fingers had gone
numb. She was bound with her wrists in leather cuffs secured over her
head by chains and her legs were widely spread by a stretcher bar. It
was simple bondage, but elegant, displaying her body perfectly. She
wore only a pair of high heels and a leather blindfold.
Around her she could hear the sound of voices. Unexpectedly a hand
would grasp her breast, hefting it or squeezing it and there would be
laughter as she would gasp and struggle her way free from the hand.
She could smell the alcohol they were drinking and the scent of food.
She had no idea when they had last fed her.
“This one looks nice, Sir,” a voice said from behind her and a hand
caressed her bare ass.
Leah could smell the faint scent of sandalwood as another person
walked closely around her.
“She is not as striking as the blond.” The male voice sent shivers
through her. There was something about his voice, something unlike the
others that she had heard that night. She tried to pull away from him
as her instincts kicked in. “Hmmm, but I see what you mean. Her fear
is delicious.” There was a silky tone of pure pleasure as if this
unseen man could taste and savor her fear.
The hand on her ass slid around and between her spread legs,
fingering between the moist lips and expertly teasing her clit. Leah
couldn’t help herself, she had been teased all evening and now her
body arched in hunger. She pressed against his fingers trying to get
more, trying to sooth the throbbing ache in her body.
A cool hand caressed her face, fingertips tracing her parted lips.
“So responsive, yet not a sound. That may lower her price, so many of
the buyers like to hear the cries and screams, or even a whimper.”
The hands left and she felt them walk off to see the other
merchandise. Leah closed her eyes tightly under the blindfold glad
they were gone, yet frustrated at the need the touch had fired in her.
Damn him. Damn them all.
She was left to listen to the sounds of the sale. Trying desperately
to shift to a more comfortable position, Leah struggled with the
emotions that ran through her. Anger, humiliation, fear and yes, even
arousal and excitement battled inside her. She was being sold like
property to some stranger who would take her, do Lord knows what to
her, and there was nothing she could do to stop it. She knew that
there were ten of them up for sale tonight. All of them were like her,
in their twenties, unattached and with no family ties. Few would
notice their disappearance from the world.
She tried again uselessly to shift her position, to relieve the
pressure on her wrists, or her toes, or to ease the ache of her legs
being forced wide for so long. She could hear one of the other girls
crying. Another cried out. There was a rattle of chain and the sound
of male laughter.
“Gentleman, Ladies. The auction will now begin.”
Leah couldn’t help but turn her head toward the voice as panic rose
inside of her. She had known this was going to happen for several
days, but nothing could have prepared her for this moment. She felt
hot tears spilling out of her eyes into the soft lining of the
blindfold and she willed herself not to let any of them see that she
was crying.
“If you would look in your catalogs, item #1 will be our first girl
up for auction tonight. The opening bid is listed as is the bidding
increments. Who will start the opening bid?”
“You can’t do this to us! You can’t! You fucking bastards!”
Leah recognized the voice as the Japanese-American girl that had been
caged across from her before. She fought off the nausea that swelled
up in her as she remembered solitary. Those cages had been much
better. There were some scuffling sounds and the cries were muffled.
Leah guessed they had gagged her again. The bidding continued with no
prices being mentioned. The sound of the gavel made her flinch. She
had no idea if she was “item #1” or “item #8” in this surreal event.
The growing reality that her life would never be the same, that there
was no escape for her, weighed on her heavily.
And then, it was over. She heard the auctioneer thanking the people
and the sounds of people leaving, catalogs rustling, murmurs of
disappointment and voices congratulating each other. She tried to
breathe, but it was as if all the air had left the room. Fear began to
wrap itself tighter and tighter around her. She wanted to cry out, to
scream, but there was nothing inside of her. The sounds of the room
pulled back farther and farther, dimming into a deeper darkness than
the blindfold.
Pain and a sharp, acrid scent pulled her back. She tried to move away
from the bottle being held under her nose and moaned at the ache in
her arms. Leah realized that she was on the floor now, her arms free,
but so numb she could barely move them. What wasn’t numb was burning
in pain.
“She’s coming ‘round, Sir. I suspect she was just overwhelmed by the
whole thing.”
Familiar rough hands rolled her onto her stomach and pulled her
protesting arms around to the small of her back, fastening them in
lined leather cuffs. The pain of that movement alone almost made Leah
pass out again, and she curled into herself.
“Do you have a collar you want on her, Sir?” the auctioneer said from
nearby.
“This will do for now until I have her home,” it was the voice that
had sent shivers through her. No, they couldn’t have sold her off to
him. She tried to move away, but the rough hands of her captors pulled
her back by her hair, yanking her head back and pulling her up to her
knees. She gasped at the pain, which wasn’t all pain, but oddly
arousing, too. The thick leather collar was buckled around her neck
snugly. She realized immediately that it was designed so she could not
lower her head. She felt a tear slid past the sodden lining of the
blindfold and down her cheek.
There was a snick of metal snapping around metal and a tug on her
neck that pulled her forward and up. The meaning was clear. She
struggled to her feet awkwardly, wanting nothing more than to be able
to hide her face, but unable to move her head.
“There you go, Sir. Just like the catalog advertised. I hope you have
many hours of enjoyment with her and remember us when you need a
replacement.”
“Of course.” Said the silky voice of her owner and she felt his cool
hand wipe the tear from her face. “But I don’t think I will be
replacing this one for a very long time.”
The gathered men all laughed as Leah pulled back helplessly. The
leash on her collar pulled her forward and she stumbled blindly along
after it. The walk seemed endless, but the man was patient even when
she fell to her knees, waiting for her to get back to her feet.
Leah felt the chill of night air and the sound of a motor. She was
outside – naked. She moaned, balking at the door, as terror filled
her. She couldn’t do this. She wouldn’t. She shook her head, pulling
back hard on the leash.
“It’s just a few steps to the car, Pet. I know you are scared. Don’t
make this harder on yourself than it needs to be.” His voice spoke in
her ear, his lips brushing against her skin. His cool hand took her
elbow and with gentle force, he guided her to the car.
Within moments, they pulled away from the building. Leah knelt on the
floor of the car, her forehead touching the floor, trembling. At this
point, she took the position she had been taught over the last month
without even thinking. She could feel his shoe pressing into her side
and the steady tension on the leash. He spoke to the other man about
paperwork, ignoring her completely. They lapsed into silence after
some time.
Leah would have dozed off, but she ached too much. The constant level
of fear was making her feel ill. As she was starting to worry about
throwing up, the car stopped and she was pulled out again into the
night. Gratefully, she gulped at the air, trying to clear away the
nausea.
The sounds here were different. Echoing. There were engines – plane
engines—in the near distance. An airport? A hanger? The cool hand took
her by the elbow again and half carried her up some stairs into
something. Yes. It was a plane. It must be a private plane. If he was
rich enough to buy someone illegally, he was probably rich enough to
own his own plane, she reasoned.
“Kneel here,” his voice brooked no discussion.
Leah knelt down on the floor, feeling the thick carpet beneath her
legs. She heard him sit down close to her and felt his outstretched
leg touch hers.
“Would you like something to drink, Sir?” the other voice asked.
“Some wine, I think. The red.”
The engines started, powering up with a whine and moments later the
plane began to taxi.
Carlton Dalby looked down with pleasure at the young woman kneeling
at his feet as his aide handed him the glass of red wine. She was
exquisite. She should be for what he paid for her. Her natural dark
red hair curled down her mid-back. He knew that the blindfold covered
startling green eyes. He admired the roundness of her full, pale
breasts and the dark, hard nipples. Not too much, not too little. Her
tapered waist curved into sleek hips and her naked pussy glistened
from the juices she could not control. He used his foot to push her
knees wider apart.
“Lesson one, Pet. When you kneel, you will always have your legs open
for me. I wish to see all that I own.” He sipped the wine, watching a
pink flush spread over her skin. He wanted to take off the blindfold
and see the confusion and fear in her eyes, but right now, the
blindfold kept her dependent on him. Right now, that was the key to
controlling her.
He opened the file that came with her sale and looked over the
documents. It has all been summarized in the sale catalog, but he
wanted the details. The Sanchez brothers were fairly rough with their
girls, but they were very complete in what they did.
First was the detectives report. The girl had not known that she was
stalked for two months prior to her kidnapping. A paralegal, Leah had
led a quiet life. A summary of her bank statement showed that she
barely made enough to keep her small studio apartment and feed
herself. He glanced over the reports of her daily schedule, foods
eaten, places visited. He noted she had a sweet tooth that she
struggled with. He also noted that the detective had made a point of
mentioning that there were no sex toys or erotic books in her flat.
Interesting.
He moved next to the background report. This report included photos
from her family album of her as a child and teen. She had been a pudgy
thing with braces. She had slimmed down at the university. She
probably still thought of herself as unattractive, he thought. He
frowned as he read the notation about a strict religious upbringing
with foster parents. That could be problematic in the long run.
Shuffling the papers he moved to the copied medical reports. The
doctors offices would never be the wiser that they had been entered
and files copied. The summary page showed that she was healthy and
amazingly, in this day and age, still a virgin. Blessings on that
religious upbringing, he thought. Of course her virginity had been
part of what had cost him so much.
The Sanchez brother’s notes on her reaction to captivity were the
last. They remarked that she was the quietest of their captives, but
had attempted to escape twice. The first time had been during her
kidnapping. She had managed to shatter the kneecap of one of the men,
blackened the eye of another and was halfway out of the van before
they were able to subdue her. The subduing involved her biting one of
them badly enough that he needed stitches. Carlton raised an eyebrow
and looked down at the trembling girl. Resourceful and feisty. He
continued reading.
The second attempt was at the facility. Her quiet, good behavior had
made a guard lax and she had grabbed his Billy club knocking him out.
Her freedom was short lived due to the security system in place. They
had cornered her and tazered her into submission. She was caned in
front of the other captives and locked in stocks. They had used extra
security on her after that.
Carlton closed the file and took several minutes to study his new
purchase again. He had almost given up trying to find a girl for sale
that resonated with him the right way. He had been to ten different
sales in the last few years and none of the girls offered seemed to
call out to him the way Leah did.
He leaned over and stroked her cheek with the back of his hand and
watched her jump, her muscles tightening in fear. She probably
expected him to throw her to the ground and rape her. It did have a
certain appeal, but there would be plenty of time to taste all of
her.
“Are you hungry, Pet?” he asked. He was sure she was. The Sanchez
brother’s probably hadn’t fed the girls in the last twenty-four hours.
They didn’t want any of them throwing up in nervousness during the
auction.
She was still for a long moment, like a lovely statue of living
flesh, and then she nodded hesitantly.
He continued to stroke her cheek, “Lesson number two, Pet. When I ask
you a question, you will give me a verbal answer. You will address me
in your answer as Master.”
His lips quirked into a smile as he saw her body tense in rebellion
at the word. She gave away so much without even knowing it.
“Are you hungry?” he asked again.
Again, she paused and then lifting her head slightly in a barely
hidden defiance whispered, “Yes… Master.”
“That wasn’t so hard now was it?” he asked, unable to keep from
playing with her some, forcing another answer from her.
She remained tense, “No, Master.”
Carlton looked over at his aide who had been watching the scene with
interest and made a motion for him to bring food from the galley. He
let his fingers play in her hair. It had not been cared for properly
for the time she had been a captive. It was dry. That would have to be
seen to.
“You are quite lovely, my little Pet,” he purred, watching her body
tension move from rebellion to confusion. Yes, he had been right. She
had no idea what she really looked like. Ah, how the mind deceived
itself.
Raymond returned with a tray of microwave food and set it up on the
table next to Carlton. He noticed Leah lean forward an inch, her nose
twitching at the smell of the cooked chicken and vegetables.
Taking his time, he cut the food into bite size pieces. Spearing a
bite of the moist chicken, he held the piece to her lips, “Open up.”
She took the bite, her arms pulling at the cuffs in frustration.
“What is wrong?” he asked, knowing exactly what her problem was. How
bold would she be?
She swallowed the bite and shifted a bit on the floor, “Please….
Master,” there was a trace of a sob in her voice and a slump of
resignation to her shoulders at the use of his title, “I can feed
myself.”
“I know,” he replied patiently, “But it pleases me to feed you.
Lesson number three, Pet. Your only desire in life now, is to please
me.”
He watched a range of emotions move through her body giving way at
last to what looked like despair. He speared another piece of meat and
held it to her lips. She took it and chewed as another tear escaped
the confines of her blindfold and slid down her face.
The meal progressed in silence. Halfway through, she refused the bite
of food.
“Open up, Pet,” he commanded.
“I’m not hungry anymore, Master,” She tried to pull back
“That does not matter. You will stop eating when I say you do. I do
not want to punish you so soon in our relationship.”
Her shoulders slumped slightly and she opened her mouth. He smiled.
Of course she would try to test his limits. He would have been
disappointed if she hadn’t. When he finished her, he took his wine
glass and held it to her lips. “Drink, Pet.”
Her nose twitched again like a rabbit and she pulled back, her body
language a mix of fear and disgust. “I – I don’t drink alcohol.”
Ah yes, the religious upbringing. He wrapped his free hand in her
hair and pulled her head back sharply, “You seem to have forgotten
something.” He tightened his pull, arching her back painfully. How
quickly would she get it?
“Master..” she gasped struggling to relieve the pain.
He let go of her hair, watching her tremble at her near miss, “I will
forgive you this time for refusing as you are new. If you refuse me
again, I will force the wine down you in such a way that you will
never forget this night, and I guarantee you will never refuse
anything I offer you again.”
He brought the glass to her lips again and smiled as she opened her
mouth. He had only planned for her to have a sip as a treat, but now
he made her drink the whole glass. He ignored her gasp and coughing as
he took the glass away and poured more for himself.
“What do you say after such a nice meal, Pet?”
Another tear slid down her face. “Thank you, Master.” Her voice was
barely a whisper.
“Good girl,” he patted her on the head and leaned back in his seat,
pleased with the progression of events.
Leah couldn’t seem to stop the tears that welled up in her eyes. In
all of her fears about what would happen, she had never imagined
anything like this. The humiliation of it as he seemed to take away
layer after layer of her independence. The realization that he could
easily kill her and no one would ever know was keen on her mind. The
reality of his casual arrogance of control bit into her painfully.
Maybe she should be fighting him, but there was something in his tone,
his touch that told her that she did not want to incur his wrath.
Her legs and back began to ache painfully. She tried to shift her
position to ease the pain, but he tapped her on the head and told her
to be still. She stifled a sob as despair swirled through her. The
wine made her feel fuzzy and she wished there were some way to get rid
of the bitter taste of it in her mouth.
A growing need pulled her out of the haze she had let herself drift
into. She realized that she had no option but to ask.
“Excuse me, Master,” that word rankled her, “I- I need to use the
restroom.”
“Of course, Pet.”
She felt the tug on her collar and she struggled to her feet, unable
to stop a whimper of pain. She stumbled blindly after him toward the
rear of the plane. Almost tenderly, he helped her into the bathroom
and guided her to the seat.
Leah sat still, waiting for him to leave. He did not move.
“A problem, Pet?”
She felt her face redden, “I was waiting for you to shut the door,
Master.”
He chuckled and stroked her face again, “You have no more privacy,
Pet. Privacy is not for slaves.”
Slave. The word was cold and harsh and bit through her more than
anything else had since she was taken. Burning red in shame and cold
to her heart at what he had called her, she used the restroom and
endured him cleaning her up. She even managed to thank him without
breaking down.
He led her back to his seat and settled her on the floor again. “You
do not need to remain kneeling, Pet. It is a long flight. You may sit
as comfortably as you can and lean against me if you want to sleep.”
Somehow, this was more than she could bear and Leah began to sob. She
did not resist as he pulled her close to his leg and stroked her hair.
It almost felt soothing. She cried herself to sleep.
