Chapter One – Encounter
They were trying to cover my mouth to keep me quiet, but I managed to scream for
help before they succeeded. Suddenly, a man came running down the alley, holding a pistol
and he shouted at the two men. After spotting his weapon, they let loose of me and fled
down the alley. The man came to my aid as I slumped against the alley wall. As I
attempted to stand steady on my feet, I felt drugged and I said, “Help me please. They
gave me a cola and after I took a few sips, everything started getting fuzzy. Then they
locked my hands behind me and forced me into this alley.”
He helped to steady me as he noticed the glazed look in my eyes and the handcuffs
that locked my wrists behind me. As he helped walk me out of the alley, in my boots and
ragged jeans, he glanced at my figure and although my clothing was dirty and smelled
atrocious, it did not seem to matter to him. Once we got to his car, he took his cell
phone and was about to call 911 and take me to a hospital. I pleaded with him to help me
get away from the area and not to call the police or take me to a hospital.
“I suspect that your cola was laced with a predatory drug such as GHB. Are you
sure that you do not want to go to a hospital to be checked out?” Barely conscious, I
murmured that I had only drank a little of the cola before the two men handcuffed me and
pulled me into the alley and that I did not have any health insurance. Then I passed
out.
***
I looked at her limp body and I realized that if I called the police or took her to
a hospital, I could not explain her physical condition or why she wore handcuffs. Given
the worst scenario, the authorities might suspect that I had something to do with her
situation. I did not know what she might say or remember when she awoke. She might even
think that I had tried to violate her.
After I thought for a moment, I placed her limp body on the passenger seat in my
car. Then I examined the contents of her purse and wallet. All it contained was an
out-of-state identification card, a social security card and twelve dollars. “Candice
Britten, 21 years old”, I said aloud and I sat there thinking for a moment more. Finally,
I decided to take her to my house and clean her up before doing anything rash. After I
fastened her seatbelt, I started my car and drove away.
When I arrived home, I drove into my garage and then carried her into my house.
Her stench was overpowering and I went to my study and retrieved a handcuff key to unlock
her handcuffs. As I ran a hot bath, I undressed her and placed her clothing in my washing
machine. Then I sat her in the tub and proceeded to wash the grime and stench off her
body and hair. As I scrubbed, I could not help noticing her shapely body and facial
features. Actually, she was quite attractive, having a tiny waist, ample breasts, shapely
legs and shoulder length black hair. The most surprising things about her was that she
had very little pubic hair and steel rings pierced each of her breast nipples. When I was
satisfied that she was clean and no longer smelled, I emptied the bath water and dried her
body and hair with a fluffy towel. Then I managed to place her in one of my bathrobes and
I put her to bed in a spare bedroom. As a precaution, I took the handcuffs that she had
worn and locked one of her wrists to the steel bed frame. After watching her sleep for
several minutes, I wrote a note that explained what had happened and I placed it next to
her pillow. Then I locked her bedroom door, put her clothing into the clothes dryer,
scrubbed out the bathtub and went to my own bedroom.
***
Early next morning I shaved, showered and dressed before going to my kitchen and I
cooked a hardy breakfast of bacon eggs and home fries. After pouring a glass of orange
juice, I placed the food on a tray and took it to her bedroom. As I unlocked her door,
she cowered on her bed like a caged animal and she started crying and begging me not to
kill her.
“Good morning Candice, I am not here to harm you.”
“How do you know my name?”
“After you passed out last night, I brought you to my home and I looked through
your purse for identification. Haven't you read my note?”
Candice seemed to notice the note and she further wrapped the bathrobe around her
body before reading it. Afterwards, she thanked me for saving her the previous evening
and then she asked, “Who are you and why did you handcuff me to the bed? Why am I naked?
Are you going to violate me?”
In a gentle voice, I reassured her that I meant her no harm and I replied, “My name
is John and since I did not know all of the circumstances, I handcuffed you to the bed to
prevent any violence on your part while I slept. I will get your clothes shortly. Are
you hungry?”
Candice looked at me suspiciously with her piercing blue eyes and I knew what she
was thinking. “I am not trying to drug or poison you. I will sample any of the food that
you want me to.”
I put the handcuff key on the tray of food and carefully sat it on the end of the
bed. After I moved away, Candice snatched the handcuff key and she unlocked her wrist,
after I sat down across the room. Then I guess the smell of the food got the better of
her and she gobbled up the breakfast, never taking her eyes off me.
After she finished the last morsel of food, she asked what I was going to do with
her.
“I will not do anything that you do not want me to do. It looked like you needed
help and I happened to be there.”
“Can I have my clothes now?”
“Yes, I will get them for you.”
A few minutes later, I brought Candice's clothes and purse to her, stacked in a
neat pile. She immediately noticed that they were clean and she gave me a puzzled look.
“You washed my clothes?”
“Yes, and I washed you too. Your clothing smelled quite atrociously and so did
you.”
As Candice smelled her clothing, she realized that I had bathed her also and her
face turned crimson. “You took all my clothes off and washed me?”
“Yes, you needed it badly.”
“Did you already violate me?”
“No, I just washed the grime off of your skin and hair.”
“Why did you do that? Why do you care? Are you going to keep me as a prisoner
like I was before?”
“Don't be silly, you are free to leave whenever you like.... What do you mean,
'like you were before'?”
Candice's eyes welled with tears and with a sad expression, she told me her story.
“My mother abandoned me in 2008 when I was seventeen. She took me to Nebraska and
left me there. My father died when I was fourteen and we could hardly survive since we
had no money and my mother did not have any job skills. About two years after dad died,
mom started keeping company with another man, but he did not want any responsibility for
children. Finally, mom had to choose between him and me. Then she heard that she could
legally abandon me in Nebraska without fear of prosecution. As soon as I graduated from
high-school, that is exactly what she did and the state placed me in a foster home
there.”
“Living in my foster home was tough. The house was on a small farm with no
neighbors close by. My foster mom was not in good health and she spent much of her time
in bed, so I had many chores to do and they did not allow me to leave the house for any
reason. When I finally complained, my foster father kept me locked in a basement room at
night and handcuffed to a post. From then on, I wore handcuffs and leg irons all of the
time and he subjected me to constant verbal abuse and he watched me like a hawk.
Strangely, my foster mom pretended not to notice and she acted as if there was nothing
wrong with me wearing shackles or the way that my foster father treated me. Shortly
afterwards, he started taking me to the basement before bedtime and punishing me for any
reason he could think of. He began by spanking me over his knee. Then he used a leather
strap and finally, a real whip. By then, he regularly touched me in inappropriate places,
telling me that I was nothing more than a slut and that he was going to teach me how to be
a really good slut. After this treatment went on for a while, I began to believe that I
was a slut. I felt dampness between my legs every time he whipped me or fondled my
breasts. By then, it was normal for me to have a constant cherry colored rear and for
some reason, I did not mind. Finally, one night, after he drank a lot of alcohol, he took
me to the basement, pierced my nipples, inserted steel rings in them and he put his
fingers inside my front and rear. Then he unzipped his pants and removed his penis. It
was my eighteenth birthday.
Sarcastically, he wished me a happy birthday and he told me to suck his penis since
I was now old enough to start my serious slut training. From then on, he sexually abused
all of my three holes daily while continuing to beat and whip me. During this time, I
began to accept my treatment and I actually began to enjoy my punishments, I thought about
trying to escape, but he kept me restrained continuously. Finally, one evening after
whipping and having his way with me, he passed out from drinking before he chained me to
the post. I noticed his key ring attached to his belt and I carefully removed it. Sure
enough, it contained the keys to my handcuffs, leg irons and my basement room. Working as
quickly and quietly as I could, I freed myself, chained one of his arms to the post,
packed a few belongings in an old suitcase and locked him in my room. After that, I
sneaked upstairs and took all the money I could find in my foster mom's purse and got out
of the house. Somehow, I found my way to the bus station in town.”
I listened to her story with sympathy before asking, “Why didn't you go to the
police?”
“I was scared and confused and all I could think of at the time was to get away. I
did not think anyone would believe me and I was afraid I would be returned to my foster
home. So, with the money I stole, I bought a bus ticket for as far away as the money
would take me. This city was as far as I got. That was over two years ago and all I have
left now is the clothes you see and a worn out purse with a few dollars in it. Someone
took my suitcase from where I hid it, while I looked for work.”
“That is a fascinating story Candice. What happened after you got to the city?”
“When I got to the city, I looked for any job that was open, but since I had no
address or previous experience, no one would hire me. In addition, my appearance and
smell did not help. I survived by begging on street corners and getting food from
dumpsters behind markets. I slept wherever I could find shelter and hopefully, a little
safety. This is the first real bed that I have slept on since I ran away.”
“Will you let me help you?”
“What do you get out of it?”
“I get nothing that you do not want to give.”
“Can you get me a job?”
“Perhaps, but first we need to find you some additional clothing and a coat.
Winter will be here soon.”
“What do you have in mind”, I asked suspiciously.
“There is a Goodwill® clothing store not far from here. We should start by getting
you some additional clothing.”
“I don't have any money for clothes.”
“I said I want to help you. You do not need any money.”
“Why do you want to help me?”
“You look like you need help and perhaps it is just my desire to talk to a very
pretty woman for a while.”
“No one has called me pretty in years”, I started to sniffle again.
John offered me a box of tissues and I dabbed at my eyes and blew my nose.
“Well, with a bit of work, I think you will look very pretty, but if you do not
want my help, I will take you wherever you want to go in the city.”
Warming a bit, I looked at John and said, “I did not say I didn't want your help.
I am just not used to anyone offering to help me without conditions.”
“So do we go to the store or not?”
“Yes, these clothes are ragged and they do not keep me warm during the nights.”
“Fine, I put a spare hairbrush, tooth brush and some deodorant in the adjoining
bathroom. Clean up and we will go to the store when you finish.”
Two hours later, John paid for a pile of clothing at the Goodwill® store. He found
a black winter coat, some jeans, several sweaters and blouses, two skirts with matching
wide leather belts, a nice looking small purse, a pair of almost new black leather boots
and a pair of black high-heels. I questioned some of his selections, especially the
skirts and high-heels, but he said that I did not need to wear anything I did not like.
“Oh I like what you selected, but skirts and high-heels are not very practical for
someone living on the streets.”
“Never mind that. Now we need a few items at the nearby Kmart®.”
I did not question John when he took me into the Kmart® store and told me to pick
out several bras, some underwear, cosmetics, deodorant, sanitary napkins, nail polish,
lipstick, some nylons and a safety razor. Afterwards, we drove back to his house and I
felt more comfortable in his presence.
Thank you for buying the clothes and other items for me John. You know I cannot
repay you.”
“Sure you can.”
I visibly stiffened and looked at John suspiciously, “What do you have in mind?”
“You can fix yourself all up, dress in a blouse, skirt, nylons and high-heels and
accompany me to dinner tonight. I'm sure the other patrons will be envious of me when
they see how beautiful you really are.”
“You want to take me to dinner!”
“That is what I said.”
“What's the catch?”
“No catch, I live alone and it is not often that I dine with a beautiful woman.”
Again, tears welled up in my eyes and after wiping them with a tissue, I smiled
broadly at John. “I would be pleased to accompany you to dinner John. It has been a very
long time since I have selected food from a restaurant menu. I will do my best to look
presentable and you can pick the clothing you want me to wear.”
“Fine, you can spend the next few hours preening and I will lay out your clothing
on the bed.”
John waited until I went into my bathroom and I heard him selecting clothing after
I closed my bathroom door. Then he closed my bedroom door and I heard him walk away.
Before I began to shower and transform myself, I peeked out of my bathroom door at the
bed. John had selected a white blouse, a pencil style black skirt, black nylons and the
high-heels he purchased.
I went to my study and I spent about an hour working on my computer before going to
my master bathroom. As I passed by Candice's guest bedroom, I thought I heard her humming
to herself. Well, I thought, at least she has not run off yet, and I went to shower and
dress. Just so I did not seem overdressed compared to Candice, I wore a blue shirt, khaki
colored trousers and a black sport coat. Then I went to check on Candice.
I was surprised to find her bedroom and bathroom doors open and I knocked on her
open bedroom door so I would not surprise her. “Candice”, I inquired?”
“Just a moment more John and I will be finished.”
I waited patiently and a few seconds later, Candice emerged from her bathroom,
wearing the clothing I selected. Although I knew that she was good looking, I stared at
her in amazement, astounded at how a few cosmetics and a change of clothing transformed
her.
“I was not wrong Candice, you are beautiful.”
With a glowing smile, she walked around her bedroom, seeming proficient in her high
heels and as she turned completely around, I noticed how her wide belt accentuated her
tiny waist. Then she walked up to me and kissed me on my cheek.
“I feel like Cinderella© after her Fairy Godmother dressed her for the ball. Thank
you so much John. It is wonderful to feel human again, even if it is just for a while.”
“You do look radiant and I see that you navigate well in your high-heels. I will
have to keep a close watch on you at the restaurant or someone will steal you away from
me.”
Candice grinned at me, aware that I approved of her appearance, “When I still lived
with my mother, I used to practice walking in her high-heels and I day-dreamed about
dressing up for a prince. Tonight, you are my prince and if you have any concern about
someone else stealing me away, you still have a pair of handcuffs.”
Candice finished her last sentence with a devilish look on her face and I think she
meant what she said. “I will remember that, now get your purse and I will get our
coats.”
“Yes Sir, Prince John.”
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