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Subject: {ASSM} Out Of My Control - 1/? (MF, nc, rape, slavery)
Date: Mon, 17 Feb 2003 21:10:03 -0500
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Out Of My Control - 1/? (MF, nc, rape, slavery)


  This was my first trans-pacific flight that I had ever been on.  In
fact it was the largest airplane that I had ever been on.  I was on my
way to see my husband in who was working in Singapore.  He had been
there for 6 long weeks and had just gotten a big promotion for setting
up the factory in a very timely fashion.  The only thing was that
along with the promotion came an extended 6-month stay overseeing the
daily operation and working out the bugs.  I was not very excited
about that part but the money in the long run was going to more than
make up for it.  Part of the negotiations was that the company flies
me to see him at least 3 separate times for a week at the time.  I was
on the first the of the three 13 hour flights to see him.

  I had wanted to impress him so I had purchased a cute little cotton
summer dress that hung just above my knees and had gone as far as
wearing nylons with a garter belt to hold them up, lacy panties and a
lacy bra.  Since my dress was white with a flower pattern and my
nylons were white, I chose white 2 1/2" pumps.  I'm a very
conservative woman in my early 30's, and I considered myself to look
sexy for him since he had not seen me for quite a while.

  Well, about 7 hours into the flight the sky turned dark and most
people closed their eyes and went to sleep.  I was sitting in the back
row and was lucky enough to not have to sit next to anyone.  I don't
like heights so I sat on the isle side and read a book to kill time.

  About the time that most people were sleeping, a group of 8 men
started creating a disturbance.  The stewardess approached them to try
and quiet them down and they started giving her a hard time.  The one
man who appeared to be the leader of them grabbed the stewardess' arm
and pulled her down to him and whispered something in her ear as his
other hand reached around behind her and up under her skirt.  I saw
her jump and figured that he must have touched her private parts.

  She pulled free from him ran to the front of the plane soon to
return to just a few rows in front of them with the other stewardess. 
They talked a little and then looked around.  When they looked my
direction they stopped looking around and started talking again,
pointing towards me.  Then they went back towards the front and
finally came all the way to the back in the other isle as to avoid the
rowdy men.

  The one stewardess came up to me and tapped me on the shoulder.

  "Miss, can you please come with me?  We need your help."

  I stood up and followed them past the bathrooms to the storage area
and she closed the door behind the three of us.

  "Miss, we need your help.  Did you see that group of men that are
making all the noise?"

  "Yes, they are kind of hard to not notice," I said.

  "Well, they are interfering with a international flight.  They are
keeping us from doing our job.  They are endangering the lives of
every person on this plane.  Wouldn't you agree?"

  "Yeah, I guess so," I replied not quite sure how this involved me.

  "Well, part of the new terrorism laws gives us the power to do
anything with can to protect our passengers.  Have you heard anything
about that?"

  "Yes, I remember some news about it.  What's that have to do with
me?"

  "Well, I'm not really sure how to say this so I'm just going to be
honest with you.  We need your services."

  I looked at both of them.

  "Services? I questioned.

  "Yes.  We want you to remain back here and we will send them back
one by one so that you can service them," she said.

  "Service them?  What do you m...." I broke it off mid sentences and
looked at them again.  "You mean you want me to have sex with them?"

  "I'm afraid so, Miss.  It's the only thing that will settle them
down.  The man told me that he was going to rape me because he needed
some sexual relief."

  I was mad.

  "Then let him!  Don't get me involved."

  "Listen you little bitch!" she was starting to scare me.  "If you
don't do it and he takes me away from my job to rape me, then I'm not
able to help the other people, therefore I'm endangering the lives of
everyone on this plane, including you.  Also, if you refuse to help,
then you are aiding and bedding a felony, which poses an automatic
jail time for a international flight violation.  Do you want to go to
jail?" she asked me.

  I looked back and forth and stated "No.  It's just that...." I
couldn't say it.

  "It's just that what?" she demanded of me.

  "It's just that I'm unprotected." I answered.

  "You mean you're not on the pill?" she looked at me with
astonishment.

  "No.  My husband is older and had a vasectomy during his first
marriage.  I don't need the pill."

  "Well, I'm sorry about that.  I guess you should have been on it
anyway.  You never know when you might be raped.  When did you last
have your period?"

  "Two weeks ago." I replied.

  They looked at each other and I saw the one that was quiet close her
eyes in dis-belief.  "Well, there is nothing we can do about it now. 
We have to first worry about getting this airplane under control" she
said as she spoke for the first time.

  "Please," I begged.  "I don't want to have to do this."

  "Let me explain it again.  You don't have to.  But if you don't you
go to jail.  It's your choice.  Now what is your answer?"

  I thought about it for a minute and then decided my fate.

  "Ok.  I'll do it."

  "Good.  Now you stay here and we'll send them back one at a time. 
Just do whatever they want you to do and before you know it, it will
be over and we'll be flying safe again."

  They turned and opened the door and walked out careful to close it
again so that people didn't see me back there.

  The time by myself only gave me time to think about what was about
to happen.  I was about to be raped!  I had only been with three other
men in my life and each time I dated them for at least a month before
going to bed with them.  Now I was about to be raped by eight men that
were sitting ahead of me.  Eight men that I had never seen before in
my life.  Eight total strangers that had a very good chance of getting
me pregnant.  I was about to let them rape me on a airplane with over
two hundred people on it.

  The door knob jiggled a little and then it opened and the man that I
had watched reach up under the stewardess' skirt stepped through the
door and closed it behind him, careful to lock it.  I was now alone
with my first of eight rapists.

  "So you're the flight whore, huh?"  

  I didn't say a thing.

  "Well, are you?  Are you the flight whore?" he demanded an answer.

  "I.... I.... guess so." and I hung my head and looked at my feet.

  He grabbed my chin and roughly lifted it until our eyes met.
  
  "I like my whores to look me in the eye.  I like them to know who is
in charge.  Do you, whore, know who is in charge?"

  "Yes, sir.  You are." I answered back.

  "I am what?" he questioned.

  "You are in charge." I re-answered.

  "That's better.  Now you got a cute face.  Let's see if you have a
cute body to match.  Remove your dress."

  Without taking my eyes off of him, I reached behind me and unzipped
the back of my dress.  My heart was beating so hard I could hear it in
my ears.  When my zipper had reached the bottom, which was just above
my butt, I grabbed the shoulders and slid it off my arms and held it
in place still covering up my breasts.  I gave him pleading look and
he just smiled.  I knew there was no use in resisting.  I slid the
dress down my chest, past my hips and let it fall to the floor around
my ankles.  Then I stepped out of it and picked it up and placed it on
one of the food carts that were stored in the storage area we were in.

  "Not bad for a whore.  Actually you're a pretty cute whore.  Except
of course, I can't really tell since you have on a bra and panties.  I
like the nylons and the garter belt.  The heels are a nice match but
it is my personal belief that a whore should wear a higher heel than
that but it those will have to do.  I want you to leave the nylons,
heels and garter belt on.  Everything else must go."

  I reached behind me and unclasped the bra and slid it off my arms
exposing my breasts to him.  He immediately started to fondle them. 
While he was playing with my breasts I reached down and slipped my
thumbs inside the elastic waistband of my panties and slid them down
my legs and stepped out of them.  I placed them with my bra on top of
my dress that had already been discarded.

  "Mighty nice, my little whore.  I see by the ring on your finger
that you have a husband.  Does he know that you do this kind of
stuff?"

  "No.  I've never done this before." I said almost crying.

  "Never?" he asked.

  "No.  The stewardess said I had to do it or I would go to jail." and
I started to cry a little.

  "Don't cry.  You'll be fine.  Pretty soon your going to be feeling
really good when my cock is shoved up inside of you.  But first I want
to know a little about you.  Where are you from?"

  "Minnesota." I said starting to calm back down thinking that maybe
he did have a little compasion.

  "Why are you on this flight?"

  "I'm on my way to see my husband."

  "Where is he at?"

  "Singapore.  He's setting up a factory."

  "How long has it been since you have seen him?"

  "6 weeks." I said still not breaking my look at while he played with
my breasts.

  One of his hands let go of my breast and worked its way down to my
vagina.

  "Spread your legs for me, whore.  I want to feel how wet that pussy
of your's is."

  I moved my feet wider apart and that was all he needed to have
complete access to my most private part of my body.  I was shocked
when his finger slid right into me.

  "You are very wet.  How long has it been since you have been used
sexually?"

  "6 weeks," I said with a slight moan.  "I don't cheat on my
husband."

  "I guess that's why you are standing with nothing more on than a
pair of nylons and a garter belt in front of a total stranger.  Do all
Minnesotans not cheat on their husbands like you do?"

  I didn't answer him.

  His finger inside of me felt so wonderful.  I was not the type of
girl to masturbate so something so simple as putting a finger inside
of me was even a far cry from normal.  I leaned back against the food
cart that was behind me and just let him finger fuck me.

  "Do you like that?" he inquired.

  "Y... Yes.  I do." I confessed.

  "I bet you would like something else even more, wouldn't you?" and
with that he grabbed my hand and placed it on the bulge of his pants. 
Without saying another word to me, he pushed me to my knees in front
of him and then placed both of his hands on the back of my head and
entwined his fingers in my hair.  Then he roughly pulled my head back
to force me to look at him.  "You know what to do.  I advise you to be
extremely careful."  Then he pulled my head back forward to normal.

  I immediately reached up and unbuckled his belt, unsnapped his pants
and then pulled the zipper down.  Then I pulled his pants down until
he told me that it was far enough and then pulled his briefs down to
match them.  As I pulled them down his cock sprung out at me and just
bobbed in front of my mouth.  He pulled my head closer to him with his
hands and I had no choice but to open up and accept his huge member
into my mouth.

  At first he allowed me to slowly suck and lick up and down like I
normally do to my husband but soon he proceeded to start thrusting in
and out of me while holding onto my hair.  It hurt as he would pull on
my hair to pull my mouth off of his cock and then he would push on the
back of my head and drive it down my throat.  At first I felt like I
was going to gag but soon the back of my throat was so sore from the
cock hitting it that my gag reflex died down and he was able to easily
fuck my throat as if it was my vagina.  It didn't take long before he
started to slow down and I knew that he was trying not to come just
yet.  Finally he thrust it all the way in and held my head close to
him and just stopped, leaving his cock in my throat as deep as it
would go.

  "Don't move but I want to know if you can breathe, whore.  If you
can, then I want you to reach around behind you and clasp your hands
together.  You are to stay like that until I tell you otherwise or
unless you can no longer breath.  If you understand, clasp your hands
behind your back now."

  I took a couple of breaths through my nose just to make sure and
then put my arms around behind me and clasp my hands together.  Doing
so I felt so much more vulnerable than ever.

  "Good.  Now don't move a muscle.  I don't want to come just yet."

  I was so scared.  I didn't move just as he ordered.  I did hope that
he would come even though it would be in my throat but at least then I
wouldn't be able to get pregnant as easy.

  He just stood there for what seemed like eternity with his cock
shoved down my throat and his hands firmly holding my head in place. 
I could feel his member starting to relax a little and then felt a hot
substance splashing against the back of my throat and go directly down
to my stomach.  At first I thought he was coming and that I was
feeling his sperm in my throat but that thought quickly gave way to
the horror of realizing that he was peeing in my throat and that hot
liquid I was feeling was his urine.

  My first reaction was to try and break free from his grip but he had
his fingers entangles so much into my hair that there was no getting
free from him.  By the time that I got done trying to fight free from
him he was almost done so I simply resigned my fate and placed my
hands behind my back again and allowed him to finish.  When he was
finished he kept his grip on me with his cock still in my mouth and
simply talked to me.

  "You know, I've trained a lot of whores over the last few years. 
You have some real potential.  Most girls fight really hard and don't
give up for quite a few sessions when learning to be a urinal.  You
knew your place right away.  Sure you fought some, they all do.  It's
a natural reaction.  But you, you knew right away that there was no
use fighting it, didn't you?  You did a real good job."

  I thought about what he said.  I didn't have any choice but I had to
admit that simply the thought that a man had so much control over me
that he could use my mouth for a urinal was for some strange reason a
turn-on.

  He pulled his penis out of my mouth and made me play with it until
it was hard again and then he stood me up and bent me over one of the
food carts and roughly entered me from behind.  He didn't ease it into
my body either.  He shoved it in all at once.  I was so scared because
he was much bigger around than my husband and I hadn't had any
experience in 6 weeks but to my shock he slid right in without any
problem at all.

  He pumped in and out of me for what seemed like eternity and brought
me to orgasm three times.  During the first orgasm though he shoved my
panties into my mouth to gag any sounds that I was making.  I didn't
object to that because I didn't want to be heard by the other
passengers.  It wasn't until my third orgasm that I felt him explode
inside of me and fill me with his hot sperm.

  He remained inside of me until his cock went limp again and then
stood me up, turned me around, pulled the panties from my mouth, and
forced me to my knees once again in front of his cock.

  "Clean me up, whore." he ordered.

  I didn't want to but I knew I didn't have a choice.  I opened up my
mouth and allowed him to shove his cock back inside and I proceeded to
clean him up.
  When he was satisfied he pulled me to my feet and ordered me to
stand with my feet spread apart and my hands clasped behind my back. 
I continued to look at him like he had originally ordered.  As he
pulled up his pants I had a question that I knew I would always be
wondering if I didn't ask.

  "Sir?" I asked.

  "Yes, whore?  What is it?" 

  "Can I ask you a question?" I asked.

  "Sure.  Ask away." he replied.

  "When you said you've trained a lot whores, what exactly did you
mean by that?" I asked.

  He finished zipping up his pants and then pulled the belt out from
the loops of it and looped it over my head and pulled it tight until I
could almost not breath any more.  I was instantly worried that I
asked the wrong thing.  He held the belt tight for a few seconds
before answering my question.

  "You see, I have a business.  I take girls, mostly younger than
yourself, and export them to Singapore from the States.  Then I, and
my men, train them in whatever way that my customers wish them to be
trained, for additional fees of course.  You see, if you are a girl
that is entered into my inventory, then you are assured of two things.
 One, you will be sold on an auction.  And two, you will serve the
remainder of your life as a slave.  Just about every woman sold on an
auction ends up being a sexual slave of some sort.  With my business,
I not only recruit to sell at the auction, but I also train the slave
to the customer's wishes if they want to pay extra.  Either way, you
would be trained in whatever disgusting sexual and servant role the
customer that purchased you wants.  Once sold though, you belong to
them and they do with you what they want."

  "That's white slavery!" I managed to say through the chocking belt.

  "Yes, some call it that.  I simply call it business.  Would you like
me to add you to my inventory for the next auction?" he asked with a
smile on his face.

  "NO!" I exclaimed.  I knew that I didn't want to be a slave forever.
 It was bad enough on the back of this airplane.

  He released his grip on the belt and removed it from my neck and put
it back on his pants.

  "Why not?  You would make such a good slave," he added almost
mocking me.

  "Why not?" I started in.  "Because I like my freedom.  That's why. 
I like being able to choose whom I have sex with.  I like to choose
what I drink.  I like to make my own choices."

  "It wouldn't be long before you forgot all about that stuff.  I
think you would actually enjoy it.  I can tell from the way you are
very obedient.  Most of the girls take a lot to break.  I think you
could be broke and trained in just a few weeks.  Are you sure you
wouldn't be interested?"

  "I'm sure," I stated.  "I would like to ask you a couple other
questions though," I added before I realized what I was saying.

  "Fire away," he replied.

  "Where do you get the girls from?"

  "We have our sources.  We have some agents that date a few and bring
them in.  Some are simply acquired from husbands that wish to get out
of a bad marriage without being taken to the cleaners.  Some we simply
take from their homes."

  "So they are kidnapped," I said astonished.

  "Yes, most are.  Every now and then a woman elects to be
inventoried," he stated.

  "You talk about these women like they are some piece of material and
not a human being."

  "Well, to me they kind of are.  It's purely a business.  Girls
equals money."

  "When these women are auctioned off, who gets the money?" I asked.

  "I do.  I have employees and expenses to pay just like any other
business, but I get the money," he replied.

  "So what's in it for the women?" I asked, not believing I was asking
this evil man all these questions.

  "The pleasure of pleasing other people," he simply stated.  "Other
than that, I really don't care."

  "It doesn't bother you that you took them from their families and
their the families will never know what happened to their loved ones?"

  "I've gotten over that years ago.  The money makes up for it." he
said with a smile on his face.

  "Just how much do you get for a girl on a auction?" I asked curious.

  "Well, it varies.  A young girl with good looks can go for anywhere
between $5,000 and $50,000.  It depends on who shows up."

  "What would I go for?"  I couldn't believe I asked that.

  "So you are interested." he laughed.  "Well, I would guess that you
would go for around $35,000.  Your age is going to hurt your sale
value."

  "I am not interested!" I insisted.  "I'm just curious.  What type of
men buys women like me?"

  "Well, you would probably go to either a whore house or to a
breeding farm, although your a little on the old side to be bread.  So
you would probably be destine to a life in a brothel.  Although there
is a man that has been buying up older women for his new dungeon that
he built recently.  He has dungeon games that rich people like to
play."

  "What are dungeon games?" I asked.

  "I'm not exactly sure but I have heard that the women are tortured
severely," he stated.

  "It doesn't bother you that you take a woman from her safe home and
allow a stranger to purchase her so that she can be raped and
tortured?" I asked in amazment.

  "No.  Not as long as I get paid.  Look, you don't care if a man and
his family go without food because he didn't get the job that you
have, do you?"

  I was going to argue with him that it was totally different, but I
knew better.  I just couldn't believe that I was asking all these
questions.  I was also starting to wonder if I was asking too much. 
"What is going to happen to me after we get off this plane?"

  "Don't worry.  I wouldn't take you against your will from the
airport.  And as for how much you know, I won't worry about that
either.  As my employees use you next I'm going to be going through
your purse and copying all your personal information.  I have
informants on the inside of the FBI, CIA and also foreign agencies so
if I hear of anything being brought up to someone's attention, you
would be snagged and added to inventory so fast your head would spin. 
Is that clear?" he asked and pinched both of my nipples.

  "Ouch!  Yes, it's painfully clear." I said still in pain.

  "Good.  Now I'm also going to put a phone number in it along with a
code number.  If you ever want to submit yourself, just call the
number, enter the code and then go on with your life like normal.  I
will have you picked up when I get the chance.   You won't know when
or how, but it will be done.  Oh, and I wouldn't loose that if I were
you.  If anyone calls it and enters that code, your freeddom is over."

  The thought scared the hell out of me.  This man that just used me
in ways I had never been used, had the power to totally eliminate my
freedom and sentence me to a life of hell serving someone else as a
whore and to possibly be tortured.  I tried at first to believe it
wasn't possible but I also knew that many people disappear every year
and most of them are women, never to be heard from again.  I also
remembered that I was no longer in the United States.  I was about to
land in a country that anything could happen.

  "Now remain like that and I'll send you a client to service.  Have a
nice flight, whore." and with that he walked out of the storage room
and shut the door behind him leaving me standing all alone in the back
of this airplane in just my nylons, garter belt and heels with sperm
oozing from my pussy.

  A few minutes later the door opened up and another man walked
through it and closed it behind him.

  "You must be the whore that Jack was talking about.  I can tell by
the sperm in your nylons," he said in a matter-of-fact tone.

  I looked down and sure enough the sperm was sliding down into the
tops of my nylons.  I started to reach down to wipe it up with my hand
before it slid too far down my legs and he stopped me.

  "Let it go.  I want to see if after servicing all of us it makes it
to your shoes.  I want everyone that sees you walking through the
airport to know that your a whore.  I want them to see the glistening
juices shining in your nylons.  Is that clear?"

  "Yes.  Very."

  "Good.  Now get on your knees.  Time for you to get back to work."

  I dropped to my knees and without being told what to do I unbuckled
his pants and slid them down along with his underwear and started to
suck his cock just like I had done to his boss earlier.  When I felt
he was getting close to coming he grabbed my hair and roughly pulled
my head back and me to a standing position.  Then he pushed me back on
one of the carts and pulled my legs wide apart.

  "Guide me into that pussy of yours," he demanded.

  I reached down and grabbed his penis and with my other hand
separated the lips of my pussy and guided him into me.  He then
proceeded to fuck me quickly for about a minute before he came inside
of me.  When he was all done, he pulled out of me and forced me to
suck him clean just as his boss had done.

  Then he was gone, soon to be followed by another.  This went on and
on until I had allowed all eight of the men to rape me in the back of
the airplane.

  After the last man was done with me the stewardess that had her ass
grabbed came into the back with me.

  "Wow, you look like hell," she said.

  I just looked at her.

  "I feel like it.  I was just raped by eight men!  I have their sperm
running down my thighs.  They practically ripped the hair out of my
head while I was giving them blowjobs.  And to top it off the first
guy... " I cut myself off.  I couldn't admit that I allowed him to
urinate down my throat, even though I really didn't have a choice.

  "The first guy what?" she asked.

  "Never mind.  Just help me get cleaned up." I stated, and then
added, "Please."

  "I will do that.  You helped us out tremendously and for that we are
grateful."

  She dug through a couple of boxes and found some towels and started
cleaning the dried sperm out of my hair and off of my face.  I was so
exhausted that I could only lean back and let her do all the work. 
When she was done with my face she worked herself down my neck, all
over my breasts and down to my stomach.  When she got to my pussy I
stopped her.

  "Wait.  I'm not sure what I should do.  A couple of the men told me
not to clean myself up down there.  They wanted to see their sperm
running down my hose as far as it would go.  I'm worried that if I let
you clean it up, they will get mad."

  "Well, if you sit down in the seat it's just going to stain the back
of your dress.  I suppose you could stand back here for a while and
let it run out of you.  We won't have the fasten seat belts sign one
for a half hour.  By that time most of it would be dried up.  That way
you would be safe if they checked it."

  "Ok.  It's kind of disgusting but I'm just scared of what they might
do if I disobey them."

  "I understand completely.  The leader, Jack, was bold enough to
stick a finger inside of my pussy when he grabbed me in the middle of
all those passengers.  If he was willing to do that in front of
people, he's probably capable of far worse."

  "Yes, I agree."  I knew for a fact that he was.  I just wasn't about
to go into details of what for fear that he would decide to 'add me to
his inventory'.

  She grabbed my clothes but we were unable to find my panties or my
bra.  We came to the conclusion that one of them must had taken them
with when they left so I resigned to the fact that I was going to have
to go without.  At least my dress would cover me up.

  I stepped into my dress and put it on and allowed her to zip it back
up.

  She left me standing back there while she went to check on the other
passengers and stopped back periodically to check on me.  It didn't
take long before I had sperm down in my heels and oozing around my
toes.  It was kind of disgusting.  I discovered that if I held the
skirt part of my dress up the trail of sperm running down my thighs
dried fairly quickly.

  After a while the door to the storage area opened once again and I
expected the stewardess to appear again.  Much to my surprise it
wasn't her.  It was Jack.

  "Still back here, whore?" he said as he closed the door behind him. 
"We are about to land and I thought I better quick use the restroom
before I'm not able to get up anymore.  What do you say, are you up
for it?"

  "Please," I begged him.  "I don't want to do it.  It's so
disgusting."

  "Yes, it is.  I know I would never want to have to do it.  But
that's beside the point.  You like being used and abused.  I can sense
it.  You may not realize it, but you need someone to control your
body.  You need someone to tell you what to do.  You need a Master."

  "No, I don't," I protested.

  "Yes, I think you do.  Now take that dress off."

  Without thinking I started to remove the dress and by the time I
caught myself, it was to late.  He was right.  I did need someone to
control me.  I placed my dress on the cart behind me.

  "See?  I was right wasn't I?"

  I just nodded my head.

  "Then why don't you get down on your knees and prepare to become
your Master's toilet."

  I looked at him in the eyes for a moment and realized that if I
obeyed this command, I might just end up on his next auction.  I
couldn't control myself as I found my body sinking to my knees in
front of him, my gaze shifting from his eyes to his penis thinking
about how he was about to start urinating into my mouth.  Thinking
about how I just changed my life forever.

  "Now are you ready?" he asked me.

  I looked up and nodded and then looked back at his penis.

  "Good.  Clasp your hands behind your back and just relax.  Just
accept my cock as far as you can and the stream will shoot down your
throat just like before."

  He grabbed the back of my head and pulled me forward onto his cock
and I concentrated on not gagging as it slipped down the back of my
throat.  Then I felt the stream start to trickle followed by a hard
stream that continued for quite some time.  When he was done he made
me lick him clean and then buckled himself back up.

  "Stand up, I'm going to take a few pictures of you."

  I stood as ordered and allowed him to snap some digital pictures of
me standing in just my white nylons, garter belt and heels.

  "What are the pictures for?" I asked.

  "Well, I'm still going to let you decide if you want to submit your
body, but at the same time I'm going to ask a few people if they are
interested in you or not.  If there is enough interest, I'll add you
to my inventory.  If not, I'll wait for your call and then pull you in
and accept whatever the cash value is at the time."

  "What if they are interested and I don't want to go?" I questioned.

  "That's too bad.  If I decide to pull you in, you're going.  I don't
ask the others that we abduct, and I'm not going to start with you. 
And don't bother trying to move or anything like that.  I have a whole
team that track people down.  So far I have not ever missed one single
girl that I've wanted to get.  Now don't worry about it and have some
fun with your husband.  You never know if it's going to be the last
time."

  With that he turned around and headed back out of the storage room. 
As the door shut behind him I heard the announcement about 'returning
to your seats and fastening the seat belts'.  I put my dress back on
and straightened myself out the best I could and then headed back to
my seat.

  As I watched us descend out of the sky, I couldn't help but wonder
if my fate was sealed to be a slave or if I really did have a choice. 
My gut feeling was that my hours of being a free woman were coming to
a close.


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I would like to hear some feedback if you liked this story of if you
didn't.  If I get enough positive feedback, I'll continue to Chapter
two.

Sarah.
sstry01@hotmail.com

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