Chapter 1 - The Abduction

 

If you're out to find gorgeous young girls, the corporate world is an incredible setting. It seems there's an endless supply of sexy women in short skirts and revealing tops, trying to get ahead by impressing their boss. At least that's the way it appears. But there are always a few exceptions.

Dan worked in a large office in just that type of setting. Many times he would daydream about the secretaries, wondering what it might be like having them, using them, and making them submit to his sometimes-naughty desires. After all, that's what most men do isn't it? You see a gorgeous girl and wonder what it would like fucking her brains out and using her as your sex toy.

One afternoon at lunch Dan was staring at this one girl seated a couple tables away in the lunchroom. It was Melissa. Actually, she was a young married woman that he figured to be in her late thirties or perhaps forty years old. She was an incredibly pretty young lady with a knockout body and appearance that could compete with any twenty-year old. Unfortunately, she had this prim and proper, and rather depressing mindset of "don't even THINK about sex around ME." You know the type of girl? They're the "just say NO to sex, party-pooper, date from hell."

Melissa was the most unattainable wench Dan ever knew. She worked as a secretary in the office next to his for one of the VP's. He was certain that her boss wasn't gettin' any from this tall ultra curvy blonde of Scandinavian extraction.

Dan was daydreaming about what he'd love to do to her to break that attitude. He envisioned her gorgeous body naked and his hands fondling her breasts and running up between her legs, playing with her cunt. He fantasized about stuffing his cock into every hole, her mouth, her cunt, and even her incredibly sexy ass. He knew though, that she would never willingly allow ANY sexual advances on her person, much less what was he was thinking. In order to change that anti-sex mindset, she would have to be forcibly taken and severely abused, until she submitted to every sexual male need.

"Wouldn't that be incredible?" He continued to daydream. Dan had a vivid mental picture of Melissa naked and being brutally subjected to a multitude of perversions to submit to his desires.

 

Dan only knew her from the office, but often wondered about her high school days. Surely she was every guy's first candidate for being in a cheerleader's micro miniskirt. Tragically, she adamantly refuses to wear a hemline that comes even a fraction above the knee or show any cleavage at all, despite having the build to replace any woman on the Sports Illustrated calendar.

Dan sat there having lunch and fantasizing about how he would love to savagely cure her of that bitchy demeanor. He imagined being as heartless as she was in scorning a guy's sexual needs. He dreamed of taming this bitch by using her in every imaginable way and with the greatest amount of humiliation possible. His hard bondage, sadistic fantasy would make her the object of revenge for every male that ever lived. It would be a payback for the cold uncaring experiences with that icy, frigid, Miss-Untouchable in their lives.

Day after day went by and Dan relived his fantasy in the lunchroom. Any time that Melissa strolled by his office in one of her below-the-knee skirts, Dan mumbled to himself on what waste of a lovely body. He would love ripping her clothes off to expose those smooth delectable legs and play with her locked-up, hardly used cunt.

One afternoon at lunch, Melissa was chatting with one of her girlfriends from the fifteenth floor. They were at the next table. Dan could easily hear Melissa complaining about her boss. With his back to him both girls had no idea how clearly he could overhear their remarks.

"Do you know he had the nerve to suggest that I wear shorter skirts?" Melissa blurted out to her friend Susan in a quite an obviously annoyed tone.

Susan was an attractive computer programmer who worked upstairs. She was no better than Melissa with her similar warped sense of values. Dan's daily fantasies sometimes included Susan as an object of his sexual revenge.

"He's got some nerve," Melissa continued telling Susan. "I'm not like all those other secretaries who have no respect for themselves and flaunt their bodies."

"That's harassment Melissa," Susan responded. "All you have to do is report him to Human Services. Then see what he has to say."

"I should," Melissa answered, still with a tone of disgust in her voice. "I'm tired of his comments all the time."

Dan couldn't believe what he was hearing. Melissa's boss was a pretty decent guy. He didn't deserve this type of trouble.

Susan was just like Melissa. She was another stuck up bitch that deserved to be put in her place. Dan's mind was spinning as he listened to them.

"Just once more and I will, Melissa snapped out to Susan. "Let him make one more comment to me and I WILL report him.

On the way home Dan was getting consumed with ideas of taming this out of control office witch. All evening and the next day his thoughts were focused on how to get control of her and avoid trouble for himself. She would have to be kidnapped, retrained to a new lifestyle, and then blackmailed to keep her mouth shut. From what Dan knew of Melissa, her retraining would have to be quite severe to break that dominant attitude. He also knew Melissa was married. If she were away from home any length of time it would certainly draw suspicion. Although, if she treated her husband like other men, Dan doubted she would even be missed.

Dan told one of his buddies about Melissa's unwarranted treatment of the male staff at work. He also discussed some of the revengeful ideas that he had in mind. His friend Carl knew of a place that would be perfect to carry out Dan's female retraining plan.

Car's uncle, who now lives in Florida, owns a tract of property in a rural area not more than a half-hour away. Many years ago when he bought it, he discovered an old underground-shelter built by the previous owner during the Cuban missile crisis. With a little clean up, he thought that the shelter could easily become their training dungeon. Melissa could be their test case.

The work began the next day and by the following week Dan and his friend had converted the old bomb shelter into a well-equipped bondage training room ready to teach Melissa some obedience. The plan was to kidnap her Friday after work in the parking lot. Dan had overheard Melissa telling Susan that her husband would be away on business for the next couple weeks. That was perfect timing to get this bitch in line. Over the weekend and by Monday morning they wanted this frigid men-hater transformed into a slut willing to do anything. Well, maybe she wouldn't be willing, but she certainly would know the consequences of defying her instructions of how to act from now on.

Friday after work, Dan and his friend Carl were waiting for Melissa in the lot. Dan had his van parked in front of Melissa's car waiting for her to exit the building.

Finally, after a half hour, they could see her walking towards them. As she neared and saw that her car was blocked by the van, she looked at Dan and Carl.

"What's wrong," she inquired.

Without saying a word, Dan quickly grabbed her by the arm and pushed her into the van's side door. He jumped in too and slammed the door. Carl then sped off toward the shelter. Luckily there was no one else around to see her being abducted.

Melissa managed one scream before Dan slapped her across the face, stunning her for a moment. Her shock of being struck gave Dan time to place a rag across her mouth to muffle any further screams. Melissa was then pushed face down on the floor and firmly held pinned down, until they had traveled out of the city limits. Dan and Carl listened to her muffled pleas through the rag.

"What do you want with me? Let me up. Please!" Then she'd rest a bit from the constant struggling and continue. "Where are you taking me? Let me go! Let me go!"

When they reached the shelter Dan and Carl had to drag Melissa from the van. She screamed and yelled throughout the entire ordeal of getting out of the van, crossing the secluded property, and entering the underground shelter. When the two men let her go, Dan quickly whacked Melissa across the face again. "Shut the fuck up, you little bitch."

Melissa was stunned with the sudden violent smack across her face. No man had ever treated her that way.

The two men then fastened her wrists to metal cuffs. Dan and Carl had bolted two chains to the ceiling and attached wrist restraints to the ends. Melissa began struggling again, but that didn't stop the guys from grabbing her legs and fastening her feet to the ankle restraints that were screwed to the floor. Now she could fight and scream all she wanted. There was no way she was getting loose with her arms stretched over her head and legs restrained.

Dan and Carl had pulled it off. They had kidnapped the office bitch and could now proceed with his fantasy.