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                                     STANDARD DISCLAIMER
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The following piece of fiction is intended as ADULT entertainment and
has been posted only to an appropriate group on the Internet. If it is
found in any other place this is not the responsibility of the author.

All characters in this story are fictitious, any similarity to
persons living or dead is purely coincidental. The author does not
necessarily condone or endorse any of the activities detailed in this
story, some of which are dangerous or illegal.

Quin 1995
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                            Captured Caroline.  by Quin
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 Chapter 2: An Introduction to Slavery
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Sitting there sipping the coffee and reviewing the past few weeks I
felt the tension slowly drain from my body. I had her. Not only that
but as far as I could see I had left no clues other than ones that
pointed to her leaving of her own free will. Police don't handle
missing persons cases promptly anyway because the majority of people
turn up in the first few days. Seen from their point of view we have
Caroline Conway, struggling student already being evicted who suddenly
looses her job then disappears with all her possessions. Not a good
candidate for being a criminal case. I packed everything away and
started to put the pieces of her gag into the McDonalds bag along with
the wrappers. At length I picked up a piece of tape with traces of her
lipstick on it. The color seemed in some way wrong for her and it
struck me as being a little odd that someone who made money applying
makeup should botch her own so badly. Still this was a mystery I would
have plenty of time to investigate at my leisure.

Starting the car I left the hollow and headed back to the highway.  I
was about four hours from home a distance I intended to take in one
go.  I'd held out the hope of other layovers and chances of rescue to
buy her cooperation and I wondered how long it would be before she
realized she'd been tricked, assuming that she noticed anything above
the persistent throbbing in her crotch.  Not that it really mattered of
course as she didn't have a chance to complain.  The rest of the drive
was fairly uneventful, I stopped for gas once at a small self service
station.  If I had been unlucky I suppose someone could had driven up
and heard her, but it was about 2am by now and the cashier and I were
the only ones for miles.

 It was about four when I pulled up outside my house. A
stand of trees and a high brick wall shields it from the road so I
could remove her without attracting any attention. Again I hobbled her
legs, though this time she was more cooperative probably to speed
removal of the vibrator that still buzzed inside her. Her thighs were
slick with her cum  and the sweat told of her exertions. Taking the
leash I lead her into the house and down into the basement. I'd left
part of it unfinished so that the odd nail or hole wouldn't look out
of place.  Originally I had planned a large lab under my office but
now that section of the basement was hidden behind a swinging bookcase
in the corner.  For now I locked the leash over an exposed beam and
left her there.  Racing upstairs I changed into my master's outfit, a
cotton shirt, black leather pants, boots and matching gloves, after
all my first act would be to dress my slave appropriately and the
least I could do was reciprocate.  I returned to the basement where
she was trying the extent of the leash and screaming behind the gag.
Without saying a word I moved the bookcase and stepped beyond.  This
space had been designed to be fairly large.  Originally I had intended
to surprise my friends with this room and so had kept it a secret.
That
was useful now it's purpose had changed as it stopped embarrassing
questions..  At the far end I had built a small room with a heavy iron
door.  Inside was quite spacious,  enough room for a double bed, a
chair, a table and a chemical toilet.  That was her cell the rest of
the place could best be described as the dungeon.  On one wall I had
cemented in a steel latticework that stood out a couple of inches from
the wall itself.  This provided ample anchoring points for straps and
restraints.  The other wall had a number of large rings for the same
purpose.  Near the door was a locked steel cabinet and an old wooded
wardrobe.

Going to the wardrobe first, I selected an outfit for her to wear
from the clothes I kept there.  The visit to her apartment had
shown me that she was a conservative dresser. This outfit
screamed slut and sex and was guaranteed to embarrass her. I had no
doubt the kidnapping had rattled her, now I had to keep her hesitant,
uncomfortable and unsure as I started to mold her as my slave.
Most of the clothes here were off the shelf vinyl, leather and rubber
stuff from the sex shops of New York. Being her first night however I
went for something special.  I'd ordered this ensemble from a
specialist shop in LA. using the  measurements I'd taken from her
clothes.  Their catalog had contained several more specialist
creations which I intended to order once I'd broken her in.  Next I
unlocked the cabinet a removed some restraints, a new gag, a pair of
shears and a small riding crop then returned to the main basement.

By now she had given up struggling and just stood in the center of the
room shifting her weight from foot to foot. I let her stew a little
longer as I walked around and surveyed her fine body. Then I walked
over and removed first her heels then the cuffs from her ankles. The
sudden loss of height made the leash pull tighter at the collar and
she whimpered slightly. I reached down,  placed the shears against
the hem of her skirt and with one movement cut it all the way to her
hips. Of course I could have removed the skirt without
cutting, but these clothes were her last personal possession, the last
vestige of her personal identity. Destroying them was a symbolic act.
The skirt was relatively simple, the jacket took more time, the blouse
shredded in seconds. By now she was yelling and thrashing around, but
the ever present bite of the collar kept her in check. I felt a little
guilty cutting off her bra and garter belt, I loved lingerie, but
accepted it had to be done. Finally I pulled off her stockings and she
stood before me naked but for the bondage, her blindfolded face
tracking backwards and forwards waiting for the next attack. Her
breasts heaved as she sobbed silently. I looked at the matted triangle
of her pubic hair, damp from the vibrator but still too thick for my
taste, she had an appointment with a razor tomorrow.

Next I moved a small table close enough to her
that she could reach it with some effort and placed the outfit on it
Then I cut the tape from her wrists and her hands before removing the
 blindfold.

She stood blinking as sight returned. then immediately her hands flew
first to the back of her head where the gag was secured then to her
neck and the collar. In both cases she found small padlocks making
removal impossible. She murmured something then turned to face me. I
flexed the crop and smiled.

"From now on I will call you slave or cunt, you will call me master or
sir. You have no rights, I own you completely, even your body is mine,
understand?" Her big blue eyes just stared at me incredulously.

"I want an answer slave, DO YOU UNDERSTAND?" This time when there was
no answer I slapped her breast with the crop, she jerked to attention.
I pulled the crop back as if I was going to strike her face, she held
up her arms and cowered.

"Understand?"
 She nodded.
"Good, lesson one obey first time every time and you'll avoid
punishment. If you don't you'll soon understand what pain really means.
Clear?"
She nodded, this time the response was much quicker.

"You are here as a sex slave, as your master I will use your body as I
see fit for my personal pleasure. You will obey me immediately and do
the same for any others I designate. If you obey orders and don't try
to escape you will avoid punishment, if not the severity of the
punishment will increase. I won't kill you unless, you threaten my
life or my security but push me too far and I can permanently
disfigure you. Understand?"

Again the nod, this time however she was looking at the ground so I
put the end of the crop under her chin and raised her head so that I
could stare into her frightened eyes.  I pointed to the clothes on the
table with the crop.

"Put those on."

She looked at them, on top was a shiny black latex bustier, at various
points the rubber had been ribbed to provide support making it
resemble a space age corset. She turned to me and I could see that she
was thinking about it.

"Put it on."

She continued to just stand, I had brought some handcuffs with me in
case she was difficult. I was going to cuff her hands and punish her
when suddenly I saw a better solution. I pulled the table back out of
her reach and smiled. "We'll see how you feel in the morning." I said
and turned towards the stairs. I was halfway up them when I heard her
frantic mewing. She had realized that eventually her legs would tire
and that she would be choked by the leash. I went back down stairs.

"Ready to cooperate?"
She looked at the floor, then nodded.
I offered her the bustier, but when she reached for it I snatched it
back.
"First, dance for me."
She looked confused.
"Obey me first time, every time remember? This is your punishment,
I'm going to go easy on you  this time. Now dance or I'm off to bed."
Slowly she started to gyrate as much as the chain would let her.
"Is that the best you can do? Sexy, Slave I want you to dance sexy."
I didn't think she was really trying so I applied the crop to the
sections that didn't move enough. She yelped a little but after about
the first dozen she was doing the best she could. I could tell that
the nakedness troubled her. Right now she would rather wear the kinky
clothes than stay like this. Most of my blows had been to make her
move her hands from breast or crotch, I figured if she wanted to touch
them that much I should encourage her.
I smiled, "I'm afraid that you've proved you don't deserve this fine
outfit.  If you want it then you are going to have to earn it piece by
piece.  Now cup your breasts and offer them to me.  A muffled sound
came from behind the gag."  "First lesson!"  I said as I settled back
in a chair.  She cupped her breasts in her hands and thrust her chest
at me while all the time gyrating to some imaginary tune.  "Now play
with the nipples. When she hesitated I flicked the crop towards her.
She sobbed but her hands slid up her breasts and her thumbs flicked the
brown nubs which soon hardened before her.  I tossed the bustier to
her.  "Slide it up and down your body."  This time she complied
quickly, making involuntary crooning sounds as the cold latex touched
her hard, sensitive nipples.  Finally I'd seen enough.  "Ok now put it
on."  She struggled into it, all the time eyeing the crop fearfully.
It fit her better than expected, forming a shiny second skin from just
below her nipples to just above her crotch.  It was so tight that her
navel was clearly visible and her tits were trust up and out making
them appear even more prominent. The hard brown nubs of her nipples
stood to attention just above the top of the cups and just cried out
for attention.  I began to regret not bringing some clamps with me.
Still there was time for that later.

 I held up a long black latex glove.
"Play with yourself, you don't get it until you're wet."
She glanced at the glove then at the stairs. Then, while one hand
continued to stroke and fondle her latex covered breast and
nipple, the other drifted to her clit where she started to finger
herself.  I looked at her, the eyes where now glazed and full of
silent tears.  I tossed her the glove.  "Get off with it, " I said.
She looked up eyes full of both humiliation and confusion.  Grabbing
the other glove I passed it between my legs then with one hand holding
from the front and the other from the rear I slid it backwards and
forwards across my crotch.  She looked on horrified and I was sure she
would die rather than do it.  Then slowly with hands shaking she
copied my action dragging the slick glove backwards and forwards
across her cunt until the surface was wet with her cum.  I made her
repeat the procedure for the second glove. Her hands were shaking
when she slowly pulled the gloves up her arms. I made her continue to
play with herself and the tactile stimulation of the smooth latex
seemed to seize her. Suddenly she closed her eyes arched her back and
started to play in earnest, oblivious to my presence. At first I was
tempted to whip her, then I remembered the discomfort she had shown at
my seeing her naked.  Quietly I slipped back to the dungeon and took a
loaded camera from the cabinet.  By this time she was so far gone that
she didn't realize what I was doing until I already had three shots.
She stood there horrified at what she was doing and of the thought that
it was captured on film.  I seized on her confusion and quickly tossed
her the latex stockings with instructions to put them on.  I took more
photos as she pulled them up her legs and fastened them to the garters
of the bustier.

Next I passed her one of the five inch stiletto boots.

"Fuck yourself with the heel."

By now tears of humiliation and frustration were following down her
face, she looked at the floor sniffed and brought the heel up to her
cunt.

"You don't get the other one until I see you cum, understand?"
She nodded and started to move the heel in and out. I snapped more
photos, she stopped, sobbed and tried to say something.

 "Keep it up," I said, "We don't have all night."

She tried to say something again. I brought the crop down on one of
her exposed nipples. She let out a muffled scream.

"You'll get one every 30 seconds until I see you cum, now do it cunt
or my god I'll make you suffer!"

She started in earnest ramming the heel in and out of her hole. True to
my word I slapped her when the 30 seconds were up, after that
though it was unnescessary.  She bucked and moaned her upper thighs
and the tops of her stockings now slick with her juices.  Finally she
shivered and groaned, I just tossed her the other boot.

"Put them on."

She stood before me a vision in leather and latex, no slut or whore
could look more perfect. From the bondage elements of collar and gag,
though the sheer kinkyness of the outfit to her juices streaming down
her latex clad thighs I surveyed my slave. Behind the shame and
humiliation in her tear-filled eyes there still burned a trace of
defiance, something I could break over the next few months
 as I molded her into my creature.

"If you had obeyed me first time an hour ago we could both have been
in bed by now and you could have saved yourself all this trouble."
She nodded, tears still rolling down her face.  I tossed her some
leather cuffs.  "Wrists and ankles, NOW!"  She put them on without
hesitation all the while looking at me with those big eyes.  I stepped
behind her and fastened the wrist cuffs together before adding a
hobble chain to the ones at her ankles. Then I removed the leash and
lead her to the chair next to the small table.  Using some of the
straps I'd removed earlier I secured her to the chair.  She was
unresisting, all rebellion temporarily crushed by humiliation and
shame.

I removed the gag and offered her a drink. She accepted then asked,
"Why me?"
"Because I wanted you," I said.
"But I ha..."
I slapped her mouth. She looked at me stunned. "Not *I*," I said, "Only
a person can be an *I*. You are not a person, you're an object like
any possession. *YOU* don't exist anymore and haven't done since the
moment I took you. The only identity you'll have from now on is the
one I choose to give you."
She looked up, terrified tears welling in her eyes again.
"From now on you will refer to yourself as `slave', understand."
That's all you are for the moment, just a thing for my pleasure.  I
may give you another identity some day but you'll have to earn it
first. Say, `I am a cock sucking slave slut.'"  She shook
her head her self esteem denying
this last humiliation..  I brought the crop down hard on her right
nipple, she yelped.  "Say it!"
"NO!"
I spun the chair around.  Now had access to her uncovered cunt and her
legs were strapped to the chair where she couldn't close them.  I
whipped her exposed pussy.
"I am a cock sucking slave slut!  Please Master stop...  " she
screamed then started sobbing.
I pushed the ball gag I'd taken from the cabinet between her teeth and
fastened the strap.  Her brief show of resistance had crumbled, I
unfastened her from the chair and lead her into the cell.  There I
fastened the collar to a steel wire attached to a pulley wheel on the
ceiling.  The wheel ran on a small track which lead from the bed to
the toilet.  I kept her hands cuffed behind her but removed the
hobble.  She lay on the bed sobbing.  "Hey cunt," She looked up, "Just
something to contemplate, I haven't punished you for your insolence
back there.  I have something in mind but it will have to wait until
morning, you might want to ponder that."  I closed the cell door on
her muffled cries.