My Name Is Tia
Copyright© 2026 by acolodude
Chapter 2
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 2 - 18-year-old girl's parents are killed in automobile crash. Father is DUI and responsible for the accident with another married couple. The husband dies at the scene the wife seriously injured survives and sues taking everything. With only three bags containing everything she has left in the world she is taken in by a friend of her mother. the so-called aunt makes an offer.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Drunk/Drugged Reluctant DomSub Light Bond Prostitution
I did not understand what Aunt Phylis meant when she told me not to fight them.
As she opened the door, two men entered—large men, intimidating men. They looked like the kind of people you did not want showing up at your door. I was so shocked and naïve that I did not even try to fight back.
One of them drove a needle into my shoulder, and within a minute, I could no longer move. I could barely breathe or blink. Swallowing became difficult too, as I quickly discovered when I almost choked.
The two idiots had left me lying flat on my back, allowing my own saliva to pool in my throat. Aunt Phylis immediately realized what was happening and rolled me onto my side. She started cussing both men out, telling them exactly what she thought of their mistake and threatening to report them.
One of the men stepped outside and returned carrying a large suitcase.
The second man wrapped something around my ankles. It was a strange material—something that stuck to itself but not to anything else, almost like tape. He secured my ankles together, then wrapped the same material just below and above my knees.
Next, he pulled my wrists together in my lap and wrapped my arms from my hands to my elbows. The restraint pulled my arms tightly against my chest and stomach, almost painfully. Finally, he wrapped around my shoulders and upper arms, locking them against my body.
The two men carefully folded me into a position close to a fetal curl and placed me inside the suitcase.
An oxygen mask was positioned over my nose and mouth, connected to a small cylinder resting against my shins. Before they closed the suitcase, I felt another needle pierce my hip.
Then everything went dark.
I woke up choking.
Something was wrapped around my throat, so tight that I could barely breathe. I immediately tried to move, but my body felt heavy and unresponsive.
When I finally managed to sit up, I realized I was in a solid concrete room. It was small—maybe eight feet by eight feet by eight feet—with a single LED light embedded flat into the ceiling.
A metal door sat in the center of one wall.
It took me a moment to realize I was completely naked.
Before I could process that thought, the door opened.
One of the two men who had taken me stepped inside.
“Stand up,” he ordered.
I stared at him, trying to understand what was happening. I started to speak, but before I could get a word out, a sharp, intense sensation ripped through my neck.
It felt like a combination of a burning sting and a thousand needles stabbing at once. The pain traveled across my shoulders, down my spine, and through my entire body.
My muscles gave out, and I collapsed onto the floor.
When the pain stopped, I was left with the same tingling sensation you get when an arm or leg falls asleep—the familiar pins-and-needles feeling.
Except this was everywhere.
The man looked down at me.
“Stand up.”
I guess I was not moving quickly enough.
The pain returned.
The same horrible sensation surged through my entire body, forcing every muscle to tighten. When it finally stopped, I immediately pushed myself onto my hands and knees and struggled to stand.
The man grabbed my upper left arm and pulled me upright.
Then he frog-marched me out of the room.
The hallway looked almost identical to the room I had just left. Across from me was another metal door, exactly like mine. Two more identical doors were on my left before the hallway ended.
The man turned right.
Another pair of doors stood farther down the hallway. Beyond those were three sets of double doors—one on the right, one on the left, and one directly in front of us.
We continued forward.
The room beyond the double doors looked like a gym shower area. Several sinks lined the left wall. Toilets were on the right, and showers stretched along the wall in front of us.
That was when I noticed the naked woman standing there holding shower supplies.
Then I suddenly remembered something important.
I was naked too.
The man shoved me gently but firmly toward her.
“Clean him up quickly,” he ordered.
That was when I noticed the wide leather collar around her neck. A small black box was attached to the front.
I reached up and felt my own neck.
I had one too.
I noticed she had a wide leather collar around her neck as well, with a strange small black box attached to the front.
I reached up and felt my own collar.
I had one too.
The woman looked at me and simply said, “Kayla.”
That was apparently her introduction.
She moved toward the shower area, and I followed. She helped me clean up while washing herself as well. The situation was so strange that my mind struggled to process it.
When I started to ask a question, she immediately shook her head.
Then she raised one finger to her lips, making the universal gesture for silence.
I quickly nodded, letting her know I understood.
But fear was beginning to take over.
I still had no idea where I was, what was happening, or why I had been brought here. I was standing naked in a shower with a complete stranger, wearing some kind of collar, surrounded by people who seemed to have complete control over me.
Before we finished, both men returned.
The man who had brought me there motioned for me to follow him.
The other man gestured for Kayla to follow him.
I was led back through the double doors and turned right. Just before the door closed behind me, I saw Kayla being taken through the opposite set of doors.
The next room looked like a medical clinic.
There were several examination areas separated by partial walls. They were more like cubicles than private rooms since the front was completely open.
Another woman was already in the first examination area.
I was placed in the third, leaving one space between us.
A man wearing a white lab coat approached the man who had brought me in.
“What’s his status?” the medical man asked.
“Newbie trainee,” the other man replied.
Then he laughed.
“Had to zap him twice already.”
The man in the white coat frowned slightly.
“Don’t overdo it on the first day.”
Then he turned toward me.
“Get on the examination table.”
He paused.
“You have done this before. Don’t make me explain every step.”
A sick feeling formed in my stomach.
I looked at the table.
The equipment was already prepared.
For a moment, I thought I understood what was about to happen, and panic started building inside me.
Thankfully, the examination was not what I feared.
The medical man was only confirming my condition. After finishing, he stepped back and stated that I was a virgin.
The man who had brought me there muttered, “Damn it to hell.”
The medical man laughed.
“Well, that puts a damper on your plans.”
The other man immediately snapped back.
“Fuck you, asshole.”
The medical man only laughed harder as he told me to get off the table.
The man led me out of the clinic and across the hallway through the same double doors Kayla had been taken through.
This room looked like a cafeteria.
A serving line ran along the left wall, and tables with attached benches—like the ones found in schools—filled the room.
“Get your food,” he said. “Then sit with Kayla.”
He pointed toward where she was sitting.
I did not see the man who had brought her anywhere.
The man with me simply told me to wait until someone came for me, then left.
I collected my meal.
Chili and rice, a small salad, and water.
Then I sat across from Kayla.
She had what looked like some kind of pasta dish and was almost finished eating. She had iced tea beside her.
“Thank you for helping me in the shower,” I said.
She only nodded.
Then she looked around the room.
For several moments she said nothing.
Finally, she spoke quietly.
“We are not allowed to talk unless we are instructed to.”
She paused, looking toward the room again.
“Since we have been left here alone, I assume I am supposed to give you advice. Explain the basic rules. Tell you how to behave.”
She sighed.
“So, here goes.”