Author Note: This is quite a slow start, setting the background, things are going to get quite intense from chapter 2/3 on-wards.
The sun had just disappeared on the horizon. In a few moments the only light preventing total darkness on the street would come from the rare passing by of a car and the occasional streetlight. Moments ago Annie had left her friend Beth's house after spending the day sun bathing and enjoying the freedom of being done their first year of college. Beth had offered to give her a lift home, however Annie only lived a mile away and she did not mind the early evening walk back. Little did she know this would be her last time seeing the sun for a long time.
"Well, its now or never" Marc said to himself as he watched Annie turn onto the street his car was parked at. This road was one of many that Marc often used to hunt for his new project. It was a dark, empty road that had many easy to take exits back onto busy roads, perfect for a quick escape.
As he watched the girl slowly approach from a few hundred feet away; all kinds of thoughts ran through his head. As she got closer he got a better look at her to decide if she fit his criteria. He was looking for a few things. Even though what he was about to do was not legal whatsoever, he had no interest in a girl that was under 18, and anyone over 25 was not as easily manipulated. He almost always chose blond, slightly curvy, and relatively short girls. As Annie got closer, he easily decided that she fit what he was looking for, matter of fact she was a very good looking girl with an innocent and cute looking face. It had taken Marc longer than usual to find his next mark in the cities around his home as hunting in the spring and winter. After getting a good look at her, Marc knew that his patience was about to pay off.
Marc was what one might consider a hard-core dominant, many of his consensual s&m interactions as he first joined the scenes did not sufficiently fill his desire. It took a few years and a mentor for him to realize he was interested in training slaves, particularly the ones who(at first) did not want to be slaves. Over the past few years he had gone through the process multiple times, each time learning and becoming much more adept at his unusual trade. The time that Marc kept each slave varied, but each one never returned to their normal life. Sometimes he would give them to a friend, but usually he would find a buyer for rich men with dark fantasies. He often got hard thinking about what had become of his previous trainee's.
While Marc was part of a tight knit community that partook in similar things to himself, he usually kept his training to himself. Only every now and then would he let his close friends have a glimpse into his current project. Often once a project was "broken", he would share details about how it went this time and some videos of pictures of the training. In Marc's community if you called someone "broken" it meant they were essentially fully trained and could me made to do whatever was commanded. This was always the end goal, though for Marc when they got to this point a lot of the fun was lost. He was a fan of the entire process and watching the evolution of slave go from absolutely hating him to almost loving him.
Annie was now about 5 card lengths away from Marc's car, she was approaching the front of his car. Marc was experienced enough to have killed any lights in his car when he first arrived, and he had his windshield tinted so for all Annie knew. No one was in the car.
Marc reached into his glove compartment and pulled out his pistol. To any normal person it looked like a completely authentic gun, however it was actually just an air-soft gun. He knew how much of a risk it would be if he actually ever fired a real pistol, so there was no point to have one. He waited until she was about a cars length ahead, did another sweep of the surrounding area to confirm no one was watching and go ready to move.
When she was within a few feet of his car door, he swiftly opened the door stood up and pointed his weapon at her.
"No screaming, or talking, be dead silent. Don't even think about running" Marc began before Annie even realized someone was in front of her. She looked up from her phone and instantly tears started trickling down her face.
"I'm not going to kill you as long as you do exactly what I say. Nod your head if you understand" Marc said in a hushed voice. Annie instantly started shaking her head up and down, understanding her current predicament.
Marc approached her and snapped her phone out of her hand. He put it into his left pocket and from the same pocket brought out a pair of police grade hand cuffs.
"Put them on, tight" Marc ordered.
"P..pl..please" Annie began
"I said no talking, do what I said" Marc said, cutting her off before she could get the whole word out.With very shaky hands she put both cuffs on and Marc approached her again and with his free hand, clicked each cuff a few notched tighter, until he was sure they were uncomfortably snug.
"In the car" He said as he gestured to the passenger seat with his pistol.
Annie took a second to process what he had just said, but understanding there was no escape began walking to the car. Marc followed behind her and opened the door. From the handle on the roof of the passenger side hung another pair of handcuffs, with one cuff already attached to the handle. Marc pushed her down into the seat and promptly attached the free cuff to the chain of the cuffs Annie was wearing.
Marc shut the door and quickly sauntered back to the driver side. The entire interaction had taken less than a minute, everything had gone perfectly. He entered got into his car, where Annie was now audibly sobbing and quickly turned the engine on and pulled out. His first destination was a busier road about 2 streets over, where when he was sure there was no cars behind him, he rolled down his window and tossed her phone out onto the street.
Even though Marc had done this many times, it was always an adrenaline inducing experience and only now was he starting to relax. By no means was Marc a pussy, he had done many illegal things in his life that could have serious consequences. However, taking a girl was the most serious of his offences. He drove another mile down the same road before pulling into a gas station and parking. He opened his glove compartment again put the gun back and took out a ski mask, that purposely only had a mouth hole.
"I'm going to put this on you now" Marc said. This caused annie to cry even harder.
"Please, just let me go here, I promise i'll never tell anyone about what has happened" Annie rambled out in-between sobs.
"It's too late for that" Marc replied as he reached over to her seat and slid it over her face.
Marc was knew that it would be very stupid to take a girl from close to his home, so he only hunted in spots that were at least 30 miles away from where he lived. Often, when he was training a slave, he enjoyed using the car time for some humiliating activities. However that was not the point here, right now he simply needed to get her home.
Marc pulled onto the nearby highway and began the trek home. When they were about 10 minutes away, Annie had calmed down a bit and seemed to be no longer uncontrollably crying.
"What is your name girl?" Marc asked.
"It...it's Annie" She responded fearfully."Well Annie, tonight you will be starting a new life. You are going to hate it for the first while, but over time you will come to accept it and even like it. We are almost home" These words, reignited her crying. She did not say anything in return, just kept sobbing.
Soon, Marc was pulling into his driveway, thankfully he had an attached garage so no one could see him bringing Annie inside. Not that there were a lot of people to see it. Marc lived in quite a large house with a significant amount of trees and landscape between any of his neighbors. Nonetheless, it was best to be safe.
Marc's basement was where Annie would be spending the next while. On its own, it looked like a normal basement, there was a pool table, wine cellar, exercise room, and couches in a single large room. The only door went into a storage room, where at the back of the storage room stood a concrete wall with a metal door. On the other-side of the door was an nearly empty 20x20 foot room with concrete walls on all sides, and stone tiling on the floor. There was an additional metal door across from the entrance that contained another storage room with all of Marc's various training tools. The room itself contained fluorescent pot lights on the ceiling, a vent for temperature control, a small mattress in one corner, various metal rungs attached to the walls on all sides, and a drainage pipe in the middle of the room. Marc had both doors installed with fingerprint locks, so he was the only one that could open either of the doors.
Marc pulled into his garage, closing the garage door behind him, got out, and we to the passenger side. He unlocked the cuffs attaching Annie to the car.
"Follow me" Marc said, as he pulled Annie out of her seat using her cuffs and walked her into the house. He brought her down the stairs, through the basement and into the dungeon. Once in the dungeon, Marc removed her mask and let Annie take in her new surroundings.
"Where am I?" She asked nervously while also looking at Marc. She had barely taken not of him in the few minutes she had been with him without her mask on. He was much taller than her, over 6 feet tall and looked more muscular than the average person. He had medium length light brown hair and was overall a pretty good looking guy. He was definitely older than Annie, but unsure of how much.
"This is your new home. You will not be leaving this room for a long time" Marc replied. Usually this caused his new girls to begin crying again, but at this point Annie had no more tears left to shed, only an incredible amount of fear.
Marc walked over to the dungeon storage room door and used his finger to open it, being sure to close it behind him. The storage room was significantly larger than the dungeon itself and had an incredible array of item within it. Drawers or various toys, large wooden contraptions, chains hanging from the walls, and much more. He grabbed a plastic cup and filled it with water and in a small fridge next to the sink, retrieved a vial with some clear liquid within it. Using a dropper he added a couple drops of this drug. That was all he needed for now.
Marc reopened to door to the dungeon and brought the glass to her.
"Hear have some water, you've cried so much you must be dehydrated" Marc said. Without thinking of the possible ramifications, Annie grabbed the glass with her still handcuffed hands and chugged it back.
"Tha...thank you" She said as she finished the glass.
"I'm going to leave you for the night. We will speak more tomorrow" Marc replied, and promptly left the room before she could say anything else.
Annie took a second to look around her new area, not that there was much to look at. She took a seat on the mattress and thought about every bad thing that could happen. Within a minute she noticed how unusually drowsy she felt, the world started spinning and her eyes drooped. Before she could even put it together that something was in the water, she'd fallen back into the mattress and gone to sleep.Marc had gone to the TV in his basement. Unknowingly to Annie, and it would stay that way, the room was fitted out with multiple small holes in the concrete that contained hidden cameras. He could see every angle of the room. When he saw Annie fall back on the mattress, he waited another minute and returned to the room.
Marc reentered the room to find Annie slumped across the mattress. Drugging new girls on the first night was very useful as this gave him an uninterrupted opportunity to get a better look at her body. Marc was sure to give her enough so that he could essentially do anything and she would not wake up until the morning.
He reached into his pocket and brought out the keys to the handcuffs she was wearing. He removed them, and turned her over to lay on her back. For being no more than 125 pounds, she had impressively large breasts, he was not a pro at breast sizes but guessed around 30D's. They were quite prominent even through her clothes. Her hair too was very nice, long blond hair with some natural waves that ran down close to her tailbone.
She had on a long sleeve white tee shirt and a pair of shorts that ran a few inches above her knees, quite modestly dressed. However, there was not going to be a need for much clothing for the next while. Marc removed her top and shorts revealing that she had been wearing a bikini this entire time.
"She must have been by the pool before I picked her up" Marc thought to himself. He took another good look at her body, again very impressed with what he was looking at. Marc was sure that this is the best looking girl he had ever picked up. Wasting no more time, he completely stripped her, tossing all of her clothes by the dungeon storage room door. The clothes might come in useful one day.
Just as he had seen while she was clothed, her breasts we un-proportionally big to her body size. Marc took them into his hands and gave them a nice squeeze, he was going to have a lot of fun with these, with some proper nipple torture they could become much bigger. He then moved down her body, it was obvious she shaved frequently, her legs and arms were hairless and best of all so was her pussy. It was quite small and innocent looking. Marc put a finger up and was pretty sure he felt a hymen, confirming his guess that she was a virgin, which made Marc even more rock hard. Just from a single finger alone, he could tell she was quite naturally tight as well. He flipped her again so she her ass was facing up and took a look as her asshole, again he found a nice red rosebud and no hair anywhere to be found.
With his inspection complete he opened the dungeon storage room and retrieved an ankle cuff and a chain. Returning to the dungeon he attached the chain to the rung closest to the bed she was sleeping on and the ankle cuff to her left foot. He did one last thing before leaving her for the night. He flipped her back facing up, took his impressive 7.5 inch cock out of his pants and jerked off with his cock facing towards her face and breasts. With all the excitement of the night, it only took a few moments before Marc dressed Annie's breasts a
nd face with a surprising amount of cum. He pulled his pants up and left her for the night.
Marc went up to his room turned his tv on and switched the channel to the feed of the dungeon. He was asleep in minutes.