“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
besides 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.”
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