Chapter 1

Carolyn Huffington-Smythe was a real bitch. A former model, she used her looks to land herself a wealthy “Sugar Daddy” who bought her anything her heart desired. She had an amazing huge home, closets and closets of clothes, jewelry to rival any movie star, and anything else that caught her baby blue eyes. “Daddy” as she called him, also bought her a fashion magazine company to keep her occupied. And it did; she ran the company like a real tyrant. Anyone she didn’t like she had fired on the spot, she didn’t even need a reason! And if she didn’t fire them first, a lot of them quit, sometimes walking out without even giving the typical two weeks notice. She went through assistants like most people go through socks, often spending more time training them than they paid back by working for her. Yes, Ms. Huffington-Smythe was a dictator to be sure. But her reign of power was to come to its end soon enough. She would be overthrown in a most decisive and complete manner.

It was to happen one Friday evening. It was spring and the weather was warm, but not hot. She had come down the stairs to the parking garage on her way home. She walked down the rows of cars just like any other day, unaware that fate was about to turn her world upside down. She noticed a car with its hood up and a nicely-dressed, friendly looking man stepped out of the car.

“Excuse me miss, but could I trouble you to borrow your cell phone? My car is dead and my cell phone with it. I need to call a shop to come get my car,” he said. As he talked, he positioned himself so she was facing him with her back to the rear of the cars.

He used the cell phone and made the call, but not to the auto shop. Instead he called his cohorts and within a minute or so, a black van pulled slowly and quietly up behind Ms. Smythe. The friendly man kept her attention, talking to her about the woes of the modern automobile while the black van slipped silently up behind her.

Suddenly, the door flew open and as she whirled around to see what is happening, the friendly man in front of her sprang into action. Two hooded men leaped out of the van, and the three of them grabbed Ms. Smythe and pulled her back into the van, slamming the door as they drove off. Shoving a rag into her mouth and using some wide medical tape, they gagged her so she couldn’t possibly scream. Then throwing a dark pillowcase over her head to prevent her from seeing what was going on around her, they handcuffed her wrists behind her back. They tied her legs together at the ankles and the knees, and then pulled her legs up behind her and tied them to her handcuffs so she couldn’t kick out.

Hogtied, gagged, and blindfolded, Carolyn Huffington-Smythe was now a prisoner – held captive by three strange men for some unknown reason. Laying on the cold floor of the van, she struggled the best she could, but it was of little use. She could hear the men laughing at her, taunting her with their words.

“Look at the fancy cunt! Rolling around on the ground like a wet fish!” one man said.

“Yeah hope she doesn’t wear herself out too much, I’m looking forward to doing that for her!” the other man said.

Carolyn laid on the floor of the van as it traveled for a long time. How long, she of course could not know, but it seemed like an eternity. She rolled around on the floor, feeling every bump and turn until finally it stopped and the driver shut the engine off. She heard the door slide open and she was picked up bodily and carried for a short distance. Whoever was carrying her laid her onto the floor and then her hood was removed. Her legs were untied and then the man grabbed her and hauled her to her feet by her hair. He dragged her over to a nearby post and tied her to it, uncuffing one hand, raising both her arms up over her head and recuffing them together around the post and over her head. The post had two large spikes sticking out of the post, preventing her from sliding her hands back down. Then the men wrapped a rope around her waist and the post several times, securing her even more to the post. Once she was securely tied to the post, the three men left the room and Carolyn was left alone with her thoughts.

She took a look around, thankful that they didn’t put the hood back on her. She was in what appeared to be a large barn like one would see on a farm. The post she was tied to went up to the hayloft and was very sturdy. Carolyn stood there, tied and cuffed to the post while she looked around at the barn interior. Still gagged, she struggled against the ropes but with her hands cuffed above her head there was very little she could do to free herself. Her arms began to ache and her shoulders were on fire when suddenly the door opened and, in the bright outdoor light, a figure appeared.

Carolyn watched as the man walked across the barn floor, taking his time as he approached her. Carolyn got a sick feeling in the pit of her stomach ... something about this man was not good. She struggled a bit more, trying to show him she wasn’t afraid of him, but it was a very poor show. He approached her closely and stopped just out of reach of her flailing legs. As he stood there watching his helpless captive struggle hopelessly, he smiled an evil smile.

“Looks like we’ll have to do something about those busy legs!” With that, he picked up a length of rope and walked up to her brazenly. “If you kick me, you will live to regret it, be certain about that!” he warned her. She saw by the expression on his face that he meant every word. Knowing that she was helpless to resist him anyway, she stood still, not wanting to anger a man who could do anything he wanted to her.

“Very smart girl!” he said, as he secured her feet to the post as well. He walked across the barn floor to retrieve a chair nearby. He put it directly in front of her and sat down.

“Now then, I am sure you are wondering what this is all about,” he explained, “It is really very simple. You are here because you are going to be trained to be a sex slave and sold at auction to the highest bidder. That is your fate. How you reach that fate and how you deal with it is entirely up to you. But that IS what is going to happen to you. It will not happen here, however. This is just a stopping point for the night. Tomorrow we will continue our journey to our final location. Once we arrive there, your training will begin.”

Carolyn’s heart sank at the news that she was to become a sex slave! Her eyes grew very large and she rattled her handcuffs as the terror of what he was suggesting sank in. She shook her head violently – this couldn’t be happening to her!

“Now if you promise to behave yourself, I will remove your gag and allow you to speak, but before I do, just be aware that this barn is in a very rural area. The nearest neighbor is over a mile away and the highway is a half mile away. So all your screaming will do for you is to get this gag put back in your mouth. Do you understand?”

Carolyn nodded her head yes and he approached her, he removed the elastic medical wrap from her head and then the medical tape holding the soaked rag in her mouth. She exercised her jaw for a moment and then began speaking.

“Why are you doing this to me? Who are you people? What do you want? Money? My husband is rich, he can pay you whatever you want!” she cried.

“Well that is good for your husband. However, it will do you no good. You see, the people I work for are expecting a decent slave auction and if I let every girl go who claimed to have a rich daddy or husband, I would not have much for the auction. And my customers would not be very happy with me as you can imagine. So I guess your husband’s money won’t do you much good – unless maybe he wants to attend the auction and bid on you! How much do you think you are worth to him?” he laughed at the idea. “Besides, once you are properly trained and ready for the auction, I doubt that even your husband would recognize you! You won’t be the same girl you are now, not by a long shot!”

“Please! Please let me go! I won’t say a thing to anyone, I swear!” she pleaded.

“But I already have that assurance, my little bauble. I already know you won’t say a thing to anyone, because no one but I can hear you!”

With that, he turned to walk out of the barn. He listened to her plead some more as he left though, smiling to himself at her begging. She would be begging for more than that before long!

The next morning came too early for Carolyn. After spending the whole night standing up tied and cuffed to the post with her arms above her, she had gotten no sleep and her shoulders had ceased their aching, the pain being replaced with a dull numbness. As she stood there with the morning light filtering in through the few cracks in the door and walls, the door opened suddenly and her captors walked in.

“Take her down and get her ready to travel,” the man from last night said. The three men who had taken her in the parking garage approached, one holding the same black pillowcase hood, and the other the gag materials.

“No! Please!” Carolyn said, shaking her bonds in protest. But she was helpless to prevent them from doing what they had to do. One of the men went to gag her and she clamped her mouth shut. The man from last night stepped up and reached through the cleavage of her dress to grab hold of one of her full tits and squeeze it hard, causing her to cry out in pain. As she did, he shoved the wadded rag deep into her mouth, almost choking her before taping it in place with the medical tape and then wrapping her head with the elastic bandage to keep everything in place.

Once gagged, they took her down from the post, pain shooting through her shoulders as they were manipulated back behind her back. Carolyn moaned out loud through her gag as the pain in her shoulders brought feeling back to her arms. Cuffing her hands once again behind her back, the hood was put over her head despite her trying hard to shake it off. Then she was taken to the van, laid back on the floor once more, and her legs pulled back into a hogtie position and secured. She laid on the floor of the van alone for a few minutes (she supposed) before she heard the door open again and the men get in. The van started up and began on its way.

They traveled for a long time it seemed to Carolyn, before finally stopping again. She heard the men get out and the man from last night (who was obviously the leader of the bunch) talking to the others.

“Take her inside and put her in a cell. I’ll be there in a couple of minutes to take care of her.”

“Okay boss,” one of the other men said. He grabbed her and hoisted her bodily over his shoulder and carried her inside. He carried her down some stairs and the down a long hallway. She listened carefully to the sounds the man’s boots made, filing the information away in case she was ever able to use it to help someone find her. He sat her down on something soft on her stomach.

“Enjoy your new home, at least for awhile!” he said, leaving her bound, gagged, and hooded. Carolyn laid there wondering what would become of her, what was next in this nightmare she was in. Presently, the man who others called “boss” came into the room.

“Well should we take these things off you so you can get used to your new surroundings?” he asked.

“Mmummph!” Carolyn said, wriggling around in her bonds. He knelt down and removed the hood and Carolyn was able to take a look around. What she saw was even more terrifying than the hood. Carolyn found herself in a small 8’ by 10’ concrete room with a solid steel door. She was laying on an old mattress with no sheet and just an old wool blanket. The room had a small steel toilet in one corner and there were no windows in the room at all. The door contained a small one-way peephole similar to what would be found in a home door to screen visitors, only this one was installed backwards so the men could keep an eye on her. The only light in the room was mounted in the center of the high ceiling, out of her reach and protected by a heavy wire cage. She noticed a speaker mounted above the door and what appeared to be a video camera lens mounted in the wall next to it, presumably to watch her while she was in the cell.

The man removed her leg restraints and then the gag. Finally he removed her handcuffs and Carolyn was free from her bonds for the first time since she was abducted in the parking garage. She rubbed her wrists and stretched her legs, working out the cramps and kinks that developed from her uncomfortable position. She didn’t get to move and stretch for long. The man gave her only a couple moments of ‘freedom’ before grabbing an ankle and slapping a steel shackle on it, the other end of which was attached to a heavy chain fixed solidly to the concrete wall. With her shackled to the wall in a locked room, she wasn’t going anywhere!

“So what do you think of your new home?” the man said.

“Please!” Carolyn begged again, “Please let me go! Please!”

“I don’t think so, sweetheart. But you get some rest now, your new life starts first thing in the morning!” he said with an evil smile. He left her alone, sobbing, in her radically shrunk world.

Carolyn was awakened early and very abruptly the next morning by a loud horn and the light in her room coming on, blinding her for a few moments.

“Get up you lazy slut!” the voice over the loudspeaker said. Carolyn sat up shielding her eyes as she got accustomed to the bright light. When she finally was able to see, her heart sank. It wasn’t just a horrible dream! She was still locked up in this tiny, cramped cell, still in the dress she had worn to work on her last day, and feeling like she had just been run over by a steamroller. The mattress she had spent the night on was just barely better than the concrete floor it laid on and the wool blanket had left her itchy all over. Her hair was a mess and the makeup she had put on for work two days ago had come off with tears and rubbing her face on the hood and on the mattress. Her neck was stiff from not having a pillow to rest her head. She was miserable.