From: malachibxr@aol.com (MalachiBxR)
Subject: Slave Girl Steph part 1
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
This is part 1 which I hope will be an on-going story. I'll post em as I find em.
If you're legal and willing, enjoy.
Slave Girl Steph Part 1:
Steph was again driving home late from her night classes at
college. While she sometimes hated the way her classes played with her
time schedule, she did like the way it gave her more time at her job, and
at home to chat with her friends on the Net. She was fond of both.
Tonight though, there was a short stop before home, she glanced at the
bill payments in the seat beside her. It was the usual, the rent and the
phone bill, though she was late on the phone bill, she sighed thinking of
the last tiem her lines were cut off due to non-payment.
She had asked someone at the school where a mailbox was and she
got directions. The nieghborhood wasn't bad, but it was dark and quiet.
No light to be seen save the rare passing car or her headlights. She
remembered heraring on the radio about a transformer blowing, and it would
be awhile before the power was again on. Never the less, she found her
mail box, on the corner where it was said to be. Unfortunatly, there was
no place to put her car, so she double parked with the motor running, got
out to put the checks in the box. She never heard or saw the man behind
her.
Before she knew it a hand covered her mouth and something cold and
hard pressed aginst her neck::
"Don't say a word" A low and rough voice told her.
Steph froze in place out of shock in fear, not even thinking to
struggle or cry for help. She felt the cold object pull away as one of
her hands were grabbed. "Not a word" The voice rumbled off again, as the
hand left her mouth, her hands we're placed behind her. A subtle clicking
noise was heard, the feel of cold steel surounded her wrists. "Am I under
arrest?" She thought. "What have I done?"
She was then led to the passenger side of her car, the man opened
it and pushed her inside of it. She got the first look of her abductor, a
tall man with blue eyes and reddish-brown hair. He appeared to have a bit
of stuble on his chin. His arms, while not very muscular, were big, and
looked strong, she was sure then could carry more than a little force
behind them. He shut the door and walked to the door of the drivers side,
which was still open, climbed in, closed the door, checked the gas and
started to drive without saying a word.
Steph watched the man as he drove, very afaraid, she wanted to ask
where they were going but her throat tightened to the point where she
couldn't speak. So all she did was watch him. His eyes kept to the road
as he drove them out of town, into the surrounding country. Steph turned
to watch the already dark city pull out of sight, She finally gained the
courage to speak. "Where are you taking me?"
He said nothing, but merely turned his head to look at her. His
gaze was hard and piercing, his resolve quickly gave under it and she
turned away. She barely noticed the passage of time as he contemplated
her fate, and she was surprised to feel him turn off to a long driveway,
leading to a rather large country home. The man reached in his jacket
pocket, getting a garage door remote, and opened the door, drove the car
in, and shut the door.
It was still dark in that garage, so when she was taken from the
car, his exact face was not defined. She was led upstairs, though what
appeared may be a kitchen and into a living room, there she was tossed
down to her knees, then the lights came on. "Welcome to your new home for
awhile Steph" The voice wasn't gruff or grainy this time, but almost
plesant considering. Then horror struch again, she knew that voice, she
turned to look at it's owner.
"Wayne??" ::her eyes opened wide, she could hardly belive the
nice person she had known in college, and had been the one to give her
directions to the mail box today had done this to her.
"Hey Sweetie...was afraid you wouldn't recognize me. This is your
new home for awhile, so I suggest you get used to it." A smile played on
his lips.
"B-but why?" she stammed, still in shock.
"How long we've known each other Steph, few years? And in all
that time I could not get you to take a good notice of me, not once. I
waited and waited, and when I was sure it wasn't going to happen, I took
matters in my own hands" his smile broadened.
Steph realized she was now angry, hurt and humilated by what he
had donw to her, she staggered to her feet carefully and glared at him.
"Wayne damnit you get me out of these cuffs now, or I'll be sure the
police add kidnapping to assult when I bring them here!"
Wayne's smile disapeared, only to be replaced by the cold, hard
gaze she had gotten in the car. Without another word he stood and walked
to her, slapping her hard across the face. The force of the blow sent her
do the floor aginst the sofa. She looked back up at him, a new fear in
her eyes.
"Look here bitch, I decided that I was going to have you one way
or another, and since regular ways failed, this works for me." He then
approached her again, grabbed a hold of her t-shirt and ripped, tearing it
down the fron, exposing her plain white bra and gave him a better view of
her chest. Steph had always been proud of her chest, to the point of
flaunting at time, but she didn't want Wayne to see then, not like this.
She tried to haunch over and cover herself, and got slapped for it again.
He grabbed her bra by the front and pulled, breaking the snap in the back.
"Well now, I always knew you had nice tits." Wayne said, groping at her
nipples, "Better get used to showing them off, you won't get much clothing
around here."
Steph turned a deep shade or red, knowing what his plans were with
her, she couldn't belive it. She wondered if she could wound him and call
for help. But then realized she hadn't been looking where they were going
and had no idea where she was.
Wayne pulld a pen knife and cut her shirt and bra of complerely,
the removed her skirt, leaving her in a pair of white cotton panties.
"Won't be wearing these again" and he cut those off, leaving the girl
naked and red as a beet. Wayne then set about removing his own clothing,
taking of his shirt, and then removing his jeans. His cock sprang out
rigidly when he removed the jeads, lacking underwear. "Spread your legs
bitch, time to test you out"
Steph crossed her legs at the knees, determined not to let him do
this to her. But another couple of slaps and backhands quickly destroyed
her resolve and loosened up her legs. Wayne quickly took positsion over
her, and guided his cock in her juicy cunt with a quick stab, giving her
no time for adjustment. Steph cried in pain, trying to back away from his
intruding prick, but she was held down by him.
Assured she'd put up no further struggle, Wayne began to pump his
cock inside her wetteing cunt. He was surprised at how slick it was
already. Hegrinned to himself, thinking through all this, she still got
wet, horny bitch.
Stephs cries faded into soft sobs, she was beaten. This man was
taking her cunt viciously and she could do nothing about it. The worst
part is is she felt her cunt reacting to the treatment. Even as she shook
her head, begging for him to stop, she was getting wetter. She hated
herelf for that, she didn't want to be excited, she didn't want this, she
didn't want to be here.
Wayne speed up his already intense pace, fucking her harder and
faster. He could feel her pussy walls shudder around his cock as she
sobed for him to stop. No way he was going to stop now, he was enjoying
this, a lot. Anyway, she would get used to it, she was going to get
fucked a lot during her stay here. God her pussy was nice and tight, it
felt so good as he rammed his prick in her. Yes, he had plans for his
bitch, after all, what man wouldn't want a sex slave.
The worst then happened to Steph, she began to cum. She couldn't
belive it, she couldn't cum, not with him, not like this! She willed
herself to stop and resist it but to no avail, he cunt began to quicver
around his shaft, her cries of torment for a moment became those of
pleasure. He juices welled up and over his cock as she bucked aginst him.
Wayne again smiled, he hadn't expected this but was pleasantly
surprised. He pulled his pole out of her pussy, brought it up and
presented it to her lips. "Suck it slut, and don't even think to bite, no
doctors up here to help with what I'd do to you."
Steph imply noded and opened her lips, she could do nothing else
for it. She took his dick in her mouth when he suddeny forced it in her,
pushung it all the way to her throat! She gagged on in, not expecting
that. He viciously crammed his cock down in her mouth, using it as a
second cunt. Tears flowed from her eyes as she gagged more, unable to
breathe. It finally ended with him unloading his own cum in her mouth,
pulling out, letting the rest smack agisnt her face.
Wayne then got up and left her in soft sobs. he didn't even hear
her return, but felt something around her neck, and a soft click. "Seeing
as you're my bitch, you should be wearing a collar, don't you think?" He
attached a chain to it and hooled her to an iron grate near the fire
place. "Don't run off hon. Too much fun ahead for us." He chuckled and
left again.
Steph was left alone with her sobs, she tugger at collar and
chain, but her cuff prevented her from much. She curled up in a ball on
the floor, trying to rest, thinking of what fate lay in store for her now.
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