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Subject: {ASSM} The Wrong Place - Chap. 1 (F+/M, Fdom, bd, cbt)
Date: Fri, 10 May 2002 14:10:02 -0400
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This story is incomplete. Any comments or constructive criticism is 
welcome.

If I get enough of a response I will continue this story.

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(c) 2002 copyright by SJTJ (aka Naive)
Copyright information: This story is the sole property of SJTJ (aka Naive). 
No one has the right to alter distribute or sell this story with out my 
written permission. I do hear by give the right to copy, give, or display 
this story to anyone who wants it. Changes and follow-up stories should 
have my permission. Any grammatical or spelling changes are permissible as 
long as it does not change the ideas or concept.
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This story is intended for mature audiences. You must be 18 or older to 
read this story. This story contains violence and sexual content. If this 
subject matter offends please DO NOT read. Thank you.
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The wrong place (Chapter 1)
By Naive, shattered_mind@hotmail.com

        It was late in the evening and Paul was getting tired. Hours 
drifted by as he sat in the old ford outside the hospital. A few lights 
hummed around the parking lot buzzing with insects. Cars littered the lot 
in sparse little clumps. Only a gentle glistening blue light reflected, 
from the fading cracking paint of the car. Paul got stuck taking his mother 
to see the doctor for a checkup; she didn't want to drive herself. She was 
always looking for company when she got stressed, and the MRI had her 
worried. So, Paul had dragged her here, and waited, and waited. Scratching 
at the scruff growing on his chin, he watched as some pretty young nurses, 
with their tight little white skirts, left for the evening. His mother had 
told him it would take hours so she would just call, but he preferred to 
wait. Wiggling his toes he shifted into the leather seat in an attempt to 
get comfortable: his shoes and socks kicked off into the back seat. Putting 
the chair back he ran a hand through his thick black hair and closed his 
eyes - letting the cool wind whip across him as he tried to nap in the hot 
evening air. Suddenly, the passenger door creaked opened; Paul's eyes 
fluttered open, but it wasn't his mother beside him. A cute young blond sat 
there in what looked like scrubs.

        "Excuse me doctor, I think you have the wrong car." Leaning up he 
smiled and turned to the young lady. A shock of pain flashed through his 
shoulder; A little gasp of pain escaped him as he turned to see what got 
him.

        "Good night dear." Another woman standing in the window said as she 
held up a syringe and waved good night. She was wearing an EMS uniform and 
had long flowing red hair with a good figure.

        "What the hell was that!" A sudden dizziness hit him; he looked 
over to the blond who was quickly losing focus and mouthed help; because, 
the words wouldn't come out.

        "Sorry, Cutie, I'm with her." With that, Paul fell face first 
unconscious, in to the blond's lap. "I can't believe our luck finding a guy 
so easy and cute, too."

        "Well, don't waste time lets get him in the van and go. I don't 
want anyone to notice this." The redhead opened the back door to the 
ambulance, parked a few spaces away. "Dara, come on!" She yelled at the 
blond stroking Paul's cheek. Dara pushed him from her lap and went to the 
other side of the car to 
help Michelle pull him out.

        "Wow, he's heavy. Do you have to lift guys like this all the time?"

        "No, my partner usually helps. He's a lot bigger then I am, and 
hauls people around like nothing; though, I do my share." 

        "To bad he couldn't help us." Dara laughed as they finally pushed 
him up onto the stretcher, in the back.

        "I don't think he'd approve of our little project. Kidnapping is a 
federal offense - if you take him across state lines." Closing the doors, 
both women smiled giving each other a high five. Climbing into the cab Dara 
looked at Michelle and smiled.

        "He's going a little farther then across state lines. How much do 
you think we'll get for him?"

        "I don't know - a couple hundred thousand I would suspect. Matters 
in how good a shape he's in. That's why your here: to help get him reach 
perfect status. Fifty-fifty all the way."

        "All the way to the bank. How long till we have to sell him off, 
`cause I'd like to have a little fun with him?"

        "We have him a couple months. That should give us time to get him 
in shape - he's a little flabby." Michelle started the ambulance and pulled 
away. "Why don't you go get our fare ready, while I get us there."

        "No problem, should be fun." Getting up Dara hopped into the back 
and looked at Paul. Dara let her fingers play across his face and down his 
neck. She couldn't help but think what a tasty looking piece of flesh. 
Maybe they would keep this one and find another to sell. Why should only 
the rich foreign bitches get all the fun? Letting her hand run down his 
chest, she knew he was going to be a treat. Plucking the clothes cutter 
from the medical supplies she quickly removed every stitch. "OH! Your going 
to love this one Michelle!" Dara yelled up front as she tossed the ruined 
clothes on the floor.

        "Why's that?" She yelled back.

        "He's got a good piece of meat. A little fat here and there, but I 
like something to grab onto."

        "He's not for us - remember that." Dara rolled her eyes. Opening 
the back she kicked the clothes out onto the dark back road. "What was 
that?"

        "Just his clothes; he won't need them anymore."

        "Fine, just strap him down. I only got a little into his system: he 
could wake up on us."

        "We wouldn't want our prize getting away, now would we?" Dara said 
as she pulled the straps on the stretcher tight around him." She couldn't 
wait for the fun to begin.

        Paul felt a cold breeze blow across him. The wind from the window 
must be getting colder he thought. He tried to lean forward, but it was 
like a weight was sitting on his chest. Slowly he opened his eyes - the 
glare of florescent lights blinded him for a second. Looking around he 
could see silver trays on carts and a large glass window to his left tilted 
down towards him. The room had the potent scent of bleach, it made his nose 
twitch. A thin sheet covered him but he could feel something across his 
chest and legs holding him down. Paul's mind started to run through a 
gambit of questions: how did I get here? What's going on? Did I have an 
accident and get put in the hospital? Why can't I remember anything for the 
last couple days? A set of double doors opened and two women came in, 
dressed in white lab coats.

        "Can you tell me what's going on? How did I get here, and why's my 
memory so foggy? I can only remember flashes of the last few days, but 
nothing clearly."

        "Your memory will come back in a little while. Sometimes the drugs 
have that kind of effect." Dara gently placed her hand on Paul's shoulder. 
"As for why your here . well let's just say that you were chosen to help 
us."

        "Chosen to help you what?"

        "To make money dear." Michelle pulled the sheet off of him to 
reveal his nakedness. "You see for the next few months you belong to us. 
And, we're going to train you on how to be a proper slave." Both women 
laughed at the shocked horrified expression playing over Paul's face.

        "Slave? I'm no slave!" Paul started twisting and pulling at the 
bonds that held him, but nothing budged. The rough nylon straps rubbed hard 
at his flesh and pulled the small hairs from his arms and legs as he 
twisted against his bonds.

        "I see we'll have to start teaching you your place soon." Smiling 
at Dara, Michelle waved her hand over Paul, giving her the go ahead.

        "I'm kind of new to this, so scream if it hurts." Doubling her 
fists she planted a solid blow to Paul's abdomen. Her hands sunk deep into 
him, his flesh molded to her hands as the muscles gave - unready for the 
impact. His body convulsed trying double over, but held tight by the 
straps. All he could do was cough and shake in his bonds. "Look how red his 
face turned. I think I did it right." Laughing at him Dara patted his 
stomach.

        "Don't worry dear, that's just the start." Michelle's hand snaked 
out under Paul's exposed testicles. She watched as he stopped coughing and 
caught his breath. "Think that hurt? Try this." Taking his balls she griped 
the soft flesh of his sac rubbing it between her fingers. Slowly she probed 
around and felt the hard meat of his testicle. Working the left one into 
her palm she let her fingers run over it - testing the feel of it. Paul 
started gritting his teeth as her fingers clamped down one by one. Like a 
vice her fingers rolled over Paul's nut with increasing pressure. All the 
muscles in his body started to tense, as nausea rushed up his throat. It 
felt like his ball was ready to explode in her hand. "Come on Dara, grab 
the other."

        "If you insist." Dara leaped in, all too eager to hold flesh in her 
hand. Immediately, she tried to catch up with Michelle's pressure. Wrapping 
both hands around his other testicle, Dara constricted her fingers, like a 
snake, around it. Purple flesh bulged through the spaces between her 
fingers. Paul's face colored beat red, and the grinding of his teeth became 
as loud as his gasping breath. His body tremored, a pulse of motion. A 
silent scream racked through his mind, as he retch from the pain.

        "Yuck!" They both screamed as they leaped away from the stretcher. 
The white floor splattered with multicolored filth, that slowly dripped 
from his mouth and ran from his neck and chest.

        "You get to clean that up." Dara gagged as she covered her mouth 
and headed for the door a shade greener.

        "Oh thanks!" Michelle yelled after her. "You're going to pay for 
this one, boy." Slamming her palm into his nuts, before turning to leave. 
He could feel his soft flesh pulverized into the board underneath. Tears 
ran from the corners of Paul's eyes; he didn't know what was going on, and 
the pain was unbearable. He could feel the flesh of his testicles pulsing 
and swelling in their sac. His head pounded with pain; the smell of his own 
vomit sickened him. He had to try hard not to gag. Closing his eyes he 
imagined it was all over, as he gritted his teeth and tried to deal with 
the pain of his new life.

        It didn't take long for Michelle to clean up the mess. She mopped 
the white tile floor and took a hot wash rag and cleaned Paul off.

        "Sorry, I didn't mean to get so mad. I just hate when my plans 
don't go exactly right." She smiled sympathetically at Paul, as she lifted 
his testicles. Paul winced at her touch he could see bruises starting to 
form as the swelling continued. "Hurts still, hum?" Paul nodded. "It'll 
take time to build up your tolerance. I guess we'll have to go slower." 
Rubbing his testicles softly she watched as his penis rose to her touch. 
The pulsing flesh grew, it's head swelling with blood. Licking her finger 
she drew a wet line around the head. She could see fear and confusion in 
Paul's eyes, it made her want to take him. The rush of power. "What's your 
name?"

        "Paul."

        "Well Paul, it's nice to meet you. But, I'm sorry to inform you 
that your being sold into white slavery." Paul's face turned from confusion 
to shock, then to incredulous. "I can see you don't believe me, but yes you 
are our first sale into the black market of S&M slavery. You see, allot of 
women in different countries buy guys, like you, to have fun with. We're 
just the supply part of a large demand. Feel honored. Somebody is going to 
pay allot for you."

        "I should feel honored for being tortured and sold into slavery?"

        "Well if you look at it so negatively I guess not, but for us your 
making life better. That should make you proud. Doesn't it?" Paul nodded 
quickly as Michelle clamped one of his nuts between her thumb and 
forefinger rolling the soft flesh to and fro. "Good."

        "Their are lot's of guys out there - why me?" Paul just couldn't 
believe that all this was set up to get him.

        "Well to tell you the truth you were in the right place at the 
right time. We were out looking around for someone and there you were 
sleeping in the car. We had almost given up; I was taking Dara back to her 
car when we saw you. So, here you are."

        "Your telling me I was just a random guy you picked? How do you 
know that someone doesn't need me? That I have kids? Or . mmmph" Ramming a 
roll of gauss into his mouth Michelle smiled. Paul could feel the meshed 
cloth expanding with his saliva. The taste was awful.

        "We don't care. All we want is you, got it?" Paul nodded. "Good. 
Well I'm tired of waiting on Dara, so I'll just start myself." She looked 
deep into Paul's eyes and could see terror in them. "Don't worry big guy. I 
won't hurt you - too much. But, the first thing we need to do is move you 
to a better bed." Taking a good hold on his nuts and shaking them like a 
bag of coins, she loosened the straps. "I wouldn't try anything or you 
might just lose what you have." With a wince he nodded as she pulled down 
on his balls, trapping them in the bottom of his sac. He could feel the 
cords stretch as Michelle led him across the room, by his new leash, to a 
normal hospital bed. Just as she was about to tell him to sit. A strange 
voice surprised her.

        "What's this?" Paul heard. Taking his chance to make a break for it 
he slapped Michelle's hand away and started running for the doors. The pain 
from the yank to his balls slowed him a little, but he had to get away. 
Another woman stood in front of him. She was a short brunet wearing scrubs. 
Paul decided he would just push past her, she was only 5'4", it wouldn't 
even slow him down. Suddenly, the brunet's foot shot out like lightning in 
a round kick that caught him squarely across the chest, almost clothes 
lining him. Catching his breath from the surprise and pain of the impact: 
he had just enough time to see the spinning back kick flying towards him. 
Fire leapt up his back as he collapsed to his knees arching his back. Her 
kick landed a solid blow to his kidneys. The pain was intense. Her knee 
lashed into his chin, stars of light splattered his vision. A hard front 
kick to the groin was the last thing Paul remembered as he passed out.

        With a choking cough Paul jerked awake. Pain greeted him with his 
first few conscious thoughts. Blinking a few times he could see the brunet, 
from before, walking to a trash can: she threw away what looked like 
smelling salts.

        "Hi, I'm Genie. Sorry about the rough treatment, but you surprised 
me. I actually thought you were going to attack me. I didn't know you were 
just trying to get away. I'm Dara's step-sister." She smiled brightly at 
him. Paul looked down and saw that he was still nude. He was now spread 
eagle on a hospital type bed, with some type of manacles fastening him 
down. He could feel fur against his wrists and ankles; Giving a quick tug, 
he knew he was at their mercy. The room looked the same except now the bed 
was under the hanging lights in the middle of the room and the stretcher 
was folded up leaning on the far wall. The whole place wreaked of hospital, 
but no one in a hospital would let people get away with this. Genie picked 
up a cold pack from a silver tray and placed it against his chin. "This 
should help the swelling go down. I really don't like this situation any 
better then you do, but she's my sister." Genie pulled up a chair and sat 
beside Paul. "I would never condone kidnapping and rape, but I can't let my 
sister be put in prison. Mom would turn over in her grave." She gave a sad 
little smile and pulled the gauss from his mouth. Smacking his lips 
together and running his tongue over his teeth he tried to work some saliva 
back into his mouth. "Thirsty?" Paul nodded. Genie walked to a sink in the 
far corner of the room and filled a small paper cup with water. This gave 
Paul a chance to check out his surroundings. The large window from before, 
he noticed, was tinted and had a small speaker mounted above it. Various 
charts and medical diagrams papered the walls. A skeleton hung from a metal 
stand; it stared across at him, watching him with it's hollow eyes. 
Scattered about the room were high tech gadgets which he had no idea what 
they did. Genie stepped up to him and helped him lift his head and drink 
some of the water. Coughing he sprayed cold water over himself, pain ripped 
through his chest as he tried to suck the water down. Letting his head flop 
back against the bed he turned his face from Genie. He wanted to cry. 
Humiliated and in pain - he was just a plaything to these women. He was 
their dog. "I know this must be rough on you."

        "You have no idea!" Paul roared. Frustration, anger, and hate bleed 
from every pore.

        "I'm sorry. Your right: I have no idea." Genie walked away and sat 
in one of the far chairs, listening to Paul cry in frustration. She too 
felt alone - what was she to do?

        "I think your sister is going to be a problem." Michelle watched 
Genie through the tinted glass, from the observation room. It looked down 
at a slight angle with four rows of auditorium seating. "But, he looks good 
from here. He should fetch us more then enough to keep this little place 
open, and then the next will be free money."

        "Don't worry about Genie - I'll take care of her. If she gets in 
the way - I know that women sell just as well." Dara smiled as she sipped 
at a glass of white wine. "To the future." The glasses chimed together, and 
rang of an uncertain future for Paul and Genie.


(c) 2002 copyright by SJTJ (aka Naive)
Naive

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