Sasha Chernoff was about to become eighteen and it would be a major milestone and
turning point in her young life, of that she was determined. Life for Sasha had been
especially rough, starting when she was left in a church as a baby. As a blonde haired,
blue-eyed baby, the Chernoff’s, a nice couple who could not have kids of their own, soon
adopted her. She had a good life until she was five, when her adoptive parents died in a
car crash. From there her troubles began, as the Chernoff’s had no family to take Sasha as
theirs.
That was when she started to get shuffled from one foster home to another, as Sasha
was a rambunctious girl who was hard to control. It seemed every year, and sometimes more
often, she was moved to another family when the previous one could no longer handle her.
When she turned thirteen the Emerson’s took her in, an apparently nice couple that always
took the tougher kids into their home. Sasha spent the last five years with them. Though
they never cut her loose, she was still a troublemaker, always being punished for
something she would do wrong. As nice as the Emersons seemed, they had an agenda for
keeping girls like Sasha around until they came of age.
They never struck her, but she spent an inordinate amount of time locked in her
bedroom when they punished her. But Sasha knew her time was coming, that when she turned
eighteen she would take off and start her life on her own. When she woke up on the day
before her eighteenth birthday she was ready, having hidden a few hundred dollars so she
could make her escape. Her plan was to slip out of the house late that night, when
everyone was in bed, and she made sure she was well enough behaved in the last month so
her door would not be locked from the outside.
The morning before her planned escape, Sasha came down for breakfast, and found the
Emersons had a guest coming for dinner and that she was expected to join them. Normally
she would have resisted and earned a punishment, but given she expected to be long gone by
the next morning, she gave Mrs. Emerson no grief about it. She just went about her
business and she packed a small duffle bag, which she hid under her bed. She was planning
on getting a bus ticket to Los Angeles, where she expected she could waitress and maybe
find an acting job eventually.
Sasha knew she was pretty, standing at five foot six and one hundred and ten
pounds; she had the build and natural beauty she had seen in many actresses. Her eyes were
deep blue and her hair was a dirty blonde, but all natural, evidenced by the light color
of her pubic hair. Her only deficiency, in her mind anyway, was that her boobs were only a
B cup, not big enough to draw the kind of attention big-busted women did. But she figured
if she could earn enough money, she could always enlarge them later.
At six pm sharp, she made her way to the dining room. She found Mr. Emerson at the
head of the table, with Charlene and Kelly, the other foster kids that lived there, seated
on one side of the table. There were two empty chairs facing the girls, one for Sasha and
the other for Mrs. Emerson. But there was also the guest, an older looking Oriental man,
sitting at the opposite end of the table.
Sasha took the seat closer to him, leaving the other empty seat next to Mr. Emerson
open for his wife. She smiled at the stranger and he smiled back at her, but something
about the look in his eyes scared her. Mrs. Emerson brought in the food and soon they were
all eating their dinner. But Sasha kept glancing at the stranger, who seemed to be
watching her intently and it disturbed her. He seemed pleasant enough, but the look in his
eyes every time she saw him staring at her made her feel uncomfortable, as if he was
sizing her up for some reason.
She was so happy once dinner was over and she was excused, bolting for her room,
eager to distance herself from the strange man. She spent the next few hours waiting for
the house to settle down for the night, anxious to get out and leave all of this behind.
Finally midnight came; an hour after the Emerson’s always went to bed. She quietly
gathered her bag and dressed in her jeans and a sweatshirt with her sneakers on, she
slipped from her room and made her way downstairs. She headed to the kitchen and the door
to the back yard that was there.
She was glad that she had thought to oil the hinges on that door and the screen
door just outside it, as she quietly slipped outside to the small porch that led down to
the lawn. She felt the sensation of freedom as she silently walked down the steps and
around to the side of the house where the driveway ran beside the house. But as she turned
the corner she saw a strange looking black sedan parked where Mr. Emerson’s car should
have been. But that surprise was small compared to the next one.
From behind her an arm suddenly reached around her waist and pulled her backwards,
as a hand holding a wet cloth clamped over her mouth. She started to struggle and tried to
scream, but only managed a muffled grunt and a lungful of noxious fumes. Her head started
to spin as she tried to break free from the tight grip, but whoever held her was strong
enough to lift her off her feet as she kicked and struggled. It took only a few seconds
before the chloroform did its job and she was hanging limply in the strange man’s arms.
The back doors of the sedan opened and Mr. Emerson and his dinner guest emerged,
walking up to the man holding the unconscious Sasha. The large man holding Sasha took the
cloth from her mouth and scooped her up into his arms, holding her limp body lying across
his two burly arms.
Mr. Emerson then said, “This one is a spitfire, but I am sure you can tame her
Master Ogawa.”
“They are all spitfires until they are broken; this one will be no different. Is
she pure?” Master Ogawa then asked.
“Yes, we never allowed her to date boys and we kept a close eye on her. No man has
used her yet.”
“Once my doctor verifies it we will send you the requisite bonus money. Here is
your first payment,” said Mr. Ogawa as he handed a yellow envelope stuffed with hundred
dollar bills to Mr. Emerson. “As usual, you will also get two percent of her sale price,
and if she is what you say, we will sell her sooner rather than later. Should I expect you
to attend the auction?”
“Just let me know when and I will be there, you know I love to see my girls start
their new lives.”
“Very good, and when will the next one be ready?”
“Charlene will be eighteen in six months; Kelly still has a little over a year to
go. But we will be acquiring another girl next week, she is nearly seventeen already, so
we will have several ready for you in the next year.”
“Excellent, the demand seems to grow every day. Thanks to people like you and your
wife we keep the rich and pampered well-supplied.”
“Thank you Master Ogawa, it is our pleasure,” Mr. Emerson replied, thumbing through
the wad of cash he had just been handed.
“I will be in touch. Yabu, put the girl in the boot,” Master Ogawa said, as he
walked back to the car.
Yabu, Master Ogawa’s muscle man, took the motionless girl and after opening the
trunk of the car laid her inside it. He rolled her onto her belly and locked her wrists
together behind her back with a pair of steel handcuffs. He attached another pair of cuffs
to her ankles and used a short chain to connect her wrists to her ankles, locking her into
a simple hogtie. Finally he used a piece of duct tape to seal her lips on the off chance
she might wake up before they reached their destination. He closed the lid of the trunk
and got behind the wheel of the car, pulling it out of the driveway and taking Sasha away
from her home of the last five years.
The drive took nearly an hour and they arrived uneventfully at a private marina.
Yabu pulled the sedan up to the ramp of a large yacht moored there and waiting for them.
Only a few dim lights from the yacht illuminated the area and after opening the car door
for his Master, Yabu collected his cargo from the trunk and followed Master Ogawa onto his
yacht. Yabu did not bother to release Sasha from her hogtie, easily scooping up the svelte
teen and carrying her with ease.
Once on board, Master Ogawa went to the bridge, while Yabu carried Sasha down to
the ‘cargo’ hold, a large room beneath the waterline. When he entered the room he saw the
three other captives they had collected on this trip curled up on the floor sleeping. They
were all chained exactly like Sasha, except they had metal collars around their throats
that were chained to the walls.
Yabu laid Sasha on the floor a few feet from one of the slumbering girls and
proceeded to collar her like the others. Once he was done he removed the tape from her
mouth and he left the group alone, knowing they would all wake up to a nightmare none of
them could imagine. He looked forward to the next two days and the slow trip to Master’s
home because he thoroughly enjoyed watching the new recruits face the gravity of their
predicaments. Yabu went topside to find his Master sitting on the back deck, watching the
land recede as the yacht headed out to sea. He was sitting on a deck chair with Mariko,
his favorite slave, sucking his cock while kneeling between his legs.
Yabu came up and stood just behind his Master and said, “The cargo is secure
Master, is there anything else you require?”
“No Yabu, I have Kiko waiting in your quarters, she is yours for the night. Do get
some sleep though, tomorrow will be a busy day.”
Yabu replied, “Yes Master,” then bowed and left his Master to enjoy his slave. He
went to his cabin to find the petite Kiko waiting for him, naked and kneeling at the foot
of his bed. He was eager to snake his massive cock into her tiny little bumhole. Yabu
always enjoyed using Kiko; her tiny and fit little body was so small compared to his
massive frame. Yet no matter how hard he abused her, the little slave always reveled in
his cruelty.
***
It was nearly dawn when Sasha started to come to, slowing inching back to
consciousness as the drug wore off. At first she thought she was having a bad dream, but
as the fog in her mind lifted, she realized she was severely restrained. She started to
struggle, exploring the extent of her restrictions, even as a potent fear started to rise
in her belly, making her feel queasy.
Then a voice, lilting but seeming sad, said, “It’s no use, you won’t be able to get
free.”
The room was nearly pitch black and Sasha turned her head toward the voice, barely
able to make out the outline of the body lying near her. She said, “Who are you and where
are we?”
“My name is Mindy, and I have no idea where we are.”
“Neither do I,” came another voice, a little farther away, “My name is Brenda, and
I think we have been kidnapped.”
“Brilliant deduction Brenda,” came from another voice, near Brenda’s. Then she
said, “I’m Ally and we are all definitely in a bad place, does anyone remember how you got
here?”
Sasha spoke up and said, “I remember leaving my foster home for the bus station,
then everything just went black.”
The three other girls remembered similar situations, and they all soon discovered
they had all just turned eighteen. Sasha could feel panic starting to well up inside her,
as the girls she was imprisoned with all spoke about their lives. Since all of them had
been living in foster homes, it only added to the feeling they were all in a very
precarious condition.
Finally, once they had revealed the similarities in their situations, Ally said, “I
have a feeling we are all in deep trouble, has anyone heard of the sex slave trade?”
Sasha remembered seeing a show on TV about how girls were routinely kidnapped and
forced into prostitution, and she feared that Ally was right about their position. Brenda
and Mindy started crying, and Sasha could feel the urge to join them, but instead she
tried to contain those feelings. So she responded to Ally by saying, “I think you are
right Ally, since none of us has a real family, it looks like we are here for some other
reason and what you suggested might just be true.”
Suddenly the door clanged open and Yabu entered the room, as a bright light came on
mounted to the ceiling. Sasha looked at her fellow captives and saw they were all
attractive, much like her. Brenda was a brunette, and Mindy had auburn hair, while Ally’s
tresses were light blonde. They were all dressed in jeans and sneakers like she was, and
all of them were chained up exactly the same way.
“You girls stay quiet or Yabu will beat you!” the large man barked.
Apparently his warning was enough, as none of the girls made a sound as he stepped
into the room. He walked over to Mindy and released her neck chain from the wall, but left
it attached to the collar around her throat. He unclasped the chain holding her wrists to
her ankles and helped her to her feet. The chain between her ankle cuffs was about a foot
long and Yabu urged her forward, making her shuffle forward as he took her from the room.
The door slammed closed and the lights went out, leaving the other three alone in the
darkness.
Once they were alone again Ally said, “I guess we will find out why we are here
soon enough.”
It seemed like a long time before Yabu returned, none of the girls talking much
while they waited. This time he collected Brenda, leaving Ally and Sasha alone. The next
time he took Ally away, leaving Sasha to wait and wonder alone in dark silence, her fear
reaching its peak with each passing minute. She wondered what was happening to the others,
knowing that she would find out when Yabu returned and took her away too.
When Yabu arrived to collect Sasha she was nearly frozen by the all-consuming fear
she felt. But she meekly followed Yabu as he used the chain attached to her collar like a
leash, leading her out of the room. Walking up the stairs with the short chain hobbling
her ankles was a challenge, but she managed. Once up on the next deck Yabu led her into a
large room where the dinner guest from the last dinner at the Emerson’s was waiting for
her.
Master Ogawa was sitting in a large chair facing them as they entered. Yabu, now
behind her and holding onto Sasha’s shoulders, guided her forward until she was standing
just a few feet in front of him. Once she saw him she knew the Emerson’s had arranged
this, the people that had taken care of her for years had sold her into slavery. She was
mortified as she stood there facing the man who had scrutinized her last night and now she
knew why he made her feel so uncomfortable.
He said, “Hello again Sasha, I am pleased you could join us,” as if she had any
choice. “In a moment I will have Yabu release your shackles, but only if you promise to
cooperate. Perhaps you should look out of the windows before you make your choice,” he
said, now gesturing to the windows on both sides of him.
Sasha looked left and then right, seeing they were on a boat, with nothing but
empty seas to either side. The young girl knew she was at his mercy now, with no visible
avenue of escape, unless she wanted to drown in the expansive waters that surrounded them.
She then looked back at him and said, “I will co-operate sir.”
“Mr. Emerson did a fine job teaching you manners young lady, but from here on in
you will call me Master. You will address my man Yabu as Sir, and any woman that you may
encounter as Madam, is that understood?”
“Yes Master,” she replied, feeling very small and intimidated by the strange man
staring at her.
“Yabu, release her bindings,” he said, and he watched as Yabu took off her wrist
and ankle cuffs.
When she was freed of the shackles, Master Ogawa said, “Remove your shoes and
socks, girl.”
Scared out of her wits Sasha obeyed, kicking off her shoes and then pulling her
socks off. He then ordered her to remove her top and jeans, which she did, now standing
before him in just her bra and panties, yet feeling very naked and vulnerable. When he
commanded her to remove her bra, she hesitated a moment, only to feel a cane crash against
her buttocks, making her lurch and scream.
“Now, now, no drama girl, that was just a light kiss. Get that bra off!”
She fumbled with the clasp behind her cleavage, but managed to release it and she
shrugged her bra off. She tried to cover her breasts with her arms to hide her exposed
tits, but Master Ogawa made a gesture and Yabu grabbed and pulled her arms behind her
back.
“Small but perky, not as big as my customers like, but they can be augmented if
they choose,” Master Ogawa said, leering at her exposed chest. Then he said, “Now the
panties, girl.”
Feeling humiliated like never before, and after Yabu released his grip on her arms,
Sasha meekly slipped her thumbs under the waistband of her panties and slid them down her
legs. They fell to her ankles and she stepped out of them, now afraid that Master Ogawa
would take her right here. Since she was still a virgin, that thought scared her
completely, her body visibly trembling.
“Tell me Sasha, have you ever been with a man?” Master Ogawa asked, as he stood up
and walked over to face her.
Now sandwiched between the two men, Sasha replied, “No Master.”
Standing just in front of her, he said, “Spread those legs so I may confirm it.”
Afraid enough to not even consider disobeying him, Sasha slid her feet apart,
hoping against hope that she would wake up from this nightmare. She felt his hand trail
down from her bellybutton, through her sparse patch of pubic hair toward the entrance of
her sex. He slipped a finger into her small opening and a wide smile crossed his face.
“An intact hymen, lovely! You just earned Mr. Emerson another ten thousand dollars
girl, I am sure he will be pleased.” Then he returned to his seat and said, “To keep this
simple just listen girl. I have purchased you and now you will learn your new role in
life. Any silly thoughts of escape are just that, silly, so be a smart girl and accept
your fate so you don’t have to suffer more than necessary. Any disobedience will earn
swift and painful punishments, do you understand me Sasha?”
“Yes Master, “she replied, feeling like she was just condemned to an eternity in
hell.
“Yabu will now take you back to the others; all of them understand their situation
now. When we arrive at my home you will begin training in earnest. Since you are a virgin,
you must learn the basics quickly, so when we sell you, you will be ready for your new
owner to be your Master. When he takes your flower and makes you a woman, you will know
who truly owns you. Yabu, take her back to the others.”
Sasha was in such a state of shock that she could not say a thing as Yabu marched
her back downstairs. He led her to another room; just across from the one he took her from
earlier. As they entered she saw the other three girls, now just as nude as she was. They
were all standing inside narrow barred cages against the back wall, with one empty one
next to them. Yabu forced her into it, making her face outward, as he closed and padlocked
the barred door closed.
He left them alone then, locked inside the windowless room, four naked teenagers
facing a life of absolute slavery. Once Yabu was gone, Ally said, “I guess I was right,
are you OK, Sasha?”
“I don’t know.”
“Neither do we,” said Mindy, still sobbing in her misery.
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