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