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   Elizabeth (M/g, bd, sad, viol, preteen)
   Chapter one: the abduction
   It was a normal day in the life of Elizabeth.  So far.  In the morning
she had gone to school as every Wednesday.  Her life was common, a bit
boring you might even say.  Even though she had only turned 8 last week,
she yearned for something new, something different and exciting.  Maybe
that was why, when a tall man approached her on her way back from school,
on that short track she would always take through the woods, she didn't run
away, but stood still and listened to him speak.
   -Hi there little girl, what is your name?  I'm Elizabeth, sir.
   Her mother taught her well that being polite is very important,
especially for a young girl.
   -Where are you going, sweetheart?  Home.
   She should have thought it to be slightly weird for an unknown man to
call her sweetheart, but she found him to be handsome and was more
flattered than anything else.  He was about 1m85 and full of muscle.
   -Wouldn't you rather go with me?  I know a magical place where you can
have lots of fun.  I shouldn't, sir.  My mom is expecting me home.  -I
understand, let me just walk you out of these woods then.  Will you let me
do that sweetheart?  I guess that's ok.
   Elizabeth walked with the man.  Suddenly he took her hand and pulled her
with him into the woods.
   What are you doing?  Stop, I don't want to...
   Next thing she knew a damp cloth was pushed over her mouth and she felt
weak instantly...
   Elizabeth awoke in a dark moist place.  It was only lit by one little
bulb that was hanging from the ceiling.  She could hear water dripping but
couldn't figure out where that sound came from.  She started yelling and
crying, but no one came.  Finally she just lay on the stained bed sheets
and tried to keep warm.  It seemed like forever, her time alone there.  She
got hungry and thirsty, but still no one came.  Finally after what seemed
an eternity she heard footsteps, coming closer to the wooden door that
sealed her room.  It opened, the man she met at the woods, stepped in.
   -It is time now for your training to begin, little one.  First and
foremost you will always address me with Sir, understood?
   Yes Sir, she replied, trembling with fear.  -If you want to eat and
drink and stay alive you will follow these rules carefully.  I'll be back
in 1 hour time.  If you have memorized them all by then, you will get some
dinner.  Understood?
   Yes, Sir, but why am I....
   He slammed the door and disappeared.  All she was left with was a piece
of paper.  It stated the rules she had to follow.  She began reading.
   1. I will always address the Master as "Sir".  2. I will never wear any
clothing from the waist down.  3. When Master enters I will be on my knees,
hands behind my head and mouth open.  4. I will only speak when asked a
question.  5. I will obey immediately.
   The young girl didn't understand what was happening.  All she knew for
sure was that she needed to learn these rules if she ever wanted to eat
again, so she did.  She even understood that she'd better take off her
jeans and white cotton panties right now, in case he came back sooner.  And
for sure, only after 15 minutes or so, the man returned.  When he stepped
into the girl's cell he found her on her knees, that were hurting from
being on that hard concrete floor.  She only wore her T-shirt, had her
hands behind her neck and opened her mouth ever so slightly.  The man came
up to her and slapped her in the face without warning.  It was hard enough
to make the frail girl loose her balance and she had to correct herself to
stay upright and in doing so made her right knee bleed.
   -Is that what you call an open mouth, bitch?
   No, Sir, she whimpered and opened her mouth as wide as she could.  Drool
began to fill her mouth, overflowing and dripping on the floor.
   -That is better.  Now recite the rules.
   Elizabeth remembered the rules perfectly.  It made the man smile.
   -That's a good little bitch.  You may prove to be a very good slavegirl
yet.
   He went out and came back in with a tray of food.
   -You may eat when I have left.
   Elizabeth started eating.  She was starving.  To her suprise the food
was quite good.  So she ate her fill, curled up on the matras and cried
herself to sleep.
   Next thing she knew, she felt a gruweling pain.  She was being pulled of
the matras by her long blond hair.  He dragged her over the coarse floor
making some of her skin tear.  -Rule number 3 bitch.  What is it?
   Her mind was racing to find the right answer.
   "When Master enters I will be on my knees, hands behind my head and
mouth open."
   -That right bitch!  But now you forgot rule number 1.  And he took her
by the throat with his right hand and pulled her off the floor in that way.
-Rule number 1 bitch, what is it.
   "I will always address you as "Sir", Sir she whimpered, while trying to
breathe.
   -That's right you little cunt, and don't you EVER forget it again!
   "No, Sir, I won't" she sobbed.  
  
Elizabeth