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
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
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
“Gentleman, Ladies. The auction will now
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
“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
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
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
“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 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
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
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
“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
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
“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
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
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
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,
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
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
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.