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   My name is Samantha, 18 years old, a virgin, and never dated before.  I
am 5 feet, 6 inches with long, straight dark brown hair.  I am Caucasian
and have hazel/dark brown eyes.  I am also the daughter and only child of a
very conservative (and very protective) Protestant minister's daughter.
   But, within the past 2 hours, I became a high school sex slave.
   This is what happened...
  
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   I am a senior in high school.  It was the beginning of September and I
was just about to start my final year.  I am not bragging, but I am a
pretty good student, getting all A's and A-'s during high school.  I also
enjoy listening to music and volunteering at the local foster home tutoring
kids and making them feel special and loved.
   After the first day of class, I walked home alone.  The parish house is
next to the church, as it was only a Monday.  Dad was out on a missions
trip and wouldn't be back for a week.  But when he left, he had no idea his
little girl would soon be gone forever.
   Writhing naked on a bed in a basement, as a complete stranger would
force her to give him her her carefully-guarded virginity.
   When I arrived back at the house, I thought I was all alone.  I did not
know that a burglar had been following me from school, and that he had
taken a shortcut to get to the house first.  He had broken in through the
back door, where his van was parked outside.
   I closed the front door, locked it, and went to the kitchen.  I started
to unpack my bookbag when he came up behind me.
   Within seconds, he grabbed me, held a chlorofomed hankerchief under my
nose, and I lost my freedom forever.
   He tied me up in his van and drove a few minutes away to his home.
   I was groggy but slowly gaining consciousness when he brought me to my
eternal home.  He carried me to his basement, which was filled with marble
busts and statues, as he was an amateur sculptor.  He pushed down the head
of one of the busts and a hidden trap door opened in the otherwise concrete
floor.  It was a brilliant hideout, underneath his basement that he had
proudly built himself.
   Down we went, completely removed from civilization.  Even the cops
wouldn't ever be able to find us.
   We arrived in the hidden dungeon and he opened a metal vault.  It had a
secret combination that only he knew, and thus, he wouldn't ever have to
worry about me escaping and thus, wouldn't have to use chains all the time
to bind me.  In fact, he liked keeping me that way, completely free from
bindings, as he thought it was most natural for a slave, as she could use
her entire body, including arms and hands, to serve him utterly.
   Once we got in, I soon became fully conscious but he sealed the vault
shut forever.  The dungeon only had three rooms: the main room, which was
filled with chains and looked like a recreation room; a bathroom with
several showers and toilets, and a bedroom with a king-sized bed.
   "Slave, what is your real name?" he asked sternly.
   "Sa..Samantha," I stuttered.  I was frightened to death.
   "Well, you will be called Slave from now on."
   "No, please...  I won't tell anyone if you let me go..."
   He laughed, his deep, rough voice completely lacking any compassion.
   "You belong to me, little girl.  You will do everything I say.  For your
sake."
   I shuddered.  "What do you mean by that, sir?" I am a normally polite
young woman, but I also added the "sir" because I was now truly terrified,
and felt my eyes quickly watering with tears.
   He turned back to stare hard at me.
   "I mean, you don't have to serve me.  But if you don't, you will die. 
And in the mnst painful manner, at that."
   I quickly saw that I had no choice but to cooperate.
   "How long will you keep me hear?" I stuttered.
   "For the rest of your life," was the cold, yet satistfied, reply.  "You
are my slave-wife and I will be your master-husband.  I will take your
virginity, little girl, and pour my semen into your virgin womb.  You will
become pregnant and deliver many children for me, your husband and master."
   I really started sobbing then.
   He held out a knife in a threatening manner.  After undoing my binds, he
ordered:
   "Now, strip little girl."
   Knowing I was comnpletely helpless to resist, I stopped begging,
although the silent tears still flowed.
   I took off my sweater, pulling it slowly over my head.  I then
unbuttoned my shirt and slid down my jeans.  I slipped out of my shoes and
slid off my socks.  Now, I was only in a bra and panties.
   To my horror, he used the knife to totally shred all my clothes except
for the underclothes I was wearing.  Even the shoes were shreds of fabric
when I was done with them.  He humiliated me further by forcing me to watch
all of the clothes being flushed down one of the toilets.
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   Now, I was standing naked before this stranger, who called himself, my
"master."
   He turned to me and ordered me to dance for him.
   Scared to death, I slowly gyrated, though deeply humiliated.  I am a
teenage virgin and a Protestant minister's good daughter, and was ashamed
to perform such acts of indecency in front of a man not my husband.
   Then, he menacing walked toward me:
   "Strip slave, but keep dancing the way you were while undressing."
   Frightened, I obeyed and slowly reached around my back to unclasp my
bra. It soon feel loose and yet, I brought my hands around to my chest and
held the bra in place.  After all, I'm a good Christian girl!  I can't just
show my precious breasts to any man not my husband!
   He smiled, walking up to me, and quickly ripped it from my begging
hands, as I pleaded for him to at least keep the last shred of my dignity.
   In response, he reached around me, locking my young teenage body
securely in his arms.
   He tugged me into the bedroom, determined to have his way with me.  To
rip my virginity from me if it was the last thing he did.
   Or the last thing I felt in this life.
   He laid me on the bed, with my back on the sheets looking up at his
dominating figure.
   Then, still holding me tightly and completely secure in his arms, he
gave me my first kiss as his slave.
   It was the kiss of not two equals, but of a male master kissing a young
female slave.
   As he kissed me, he thrust his tongue in and slowly slid down my
panties.
   I was now totally his captured prey.
   He then lowered his face to my breasts and after fondling them with his
hands, started licking, gently biting, and especially sucking, my young
teenaged nipples.  He sucked early, the rubbery-ness of the teen nipples
stretching in his hungry mouth.
   "With nipples like these, you will make an excellent mother, my little
girl," he mocked.
   Then and there,I knew his plan all along was to fill me with his cum and
make me pregnant so I would be forced to deliver my master's baby.
   He then moved up and aligned his cockhead with my pussy lips.
   "Any last words as a virgin?" he mocked.
   Then, he forced me to embrace him as he suddenyl kissed me, his tongue
darting into my mouth, and soon after, forcing his cock into me.  My eyes
watered as the pain killed me, and while I was locked in his embrace and
equally locked in a passionate kiss, his cock hit my hymen and speared
through it.
   I screamed painfully into his mouth, but neither the embrace nor the
kiss was broken, as his cock quickly tore through my now-used cherry and
hit my cervix.
   "This is a how a young girl like you should be used," his eyes
communicated to mine, as my wide eyes stared in horror right into his.
   Then, with both the full embrace and tongue-raping kiss still unbroken,
and his eyes staring deeply into mine, he came hard- shooting his warm
white sperm into my cervix and into my fertile young womb.
   As each splatter of cum hit my cervix and seeped deeply into my womb, he
kept the embrace locked, as well as the kiss.  His eyes filled with
amusement each time I felt a cum splatter.
   Finally, after the last splatter of cum coated and dried on the walls of
my womb, mixing with my womb fluids, he broke the kiss as he saw the
remaining cum leak out onto my thighs.
   Then, holding me closer, he kissed me on the forehead, and with me still
in his arms, I cried myself to sleep.
   I knew that I was now a mother.
   
  
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