Chapter 1

Haley’s eyes fluttered open, her vision going from a grey fog to a watery blur before finally coming into focus. She saw only a cement wall in front of her. Her head was pressed against a hard backing by a tight restraint making it impossible to look around.

Cool air hardened her bare nipples and alerted her that she was naked. Straps crossed her chest above and below her breasts pinning her torso to the chair. More straps ran from her wrists to elbow holding them against the chair arms. Her legs were similarly trapped under unforgiving bonds.

She fought frantically to find any ways to wriggle free but every twitch only caused the straps to cut into her skin. Her screams were muffled by something hard and phallic that filled her mouth and was held in place with another strap around her head.

After several minutes she went limp from exhaustion. She panted from the exertion, her exposed breasts heaving with each deep breath. For all the effort, though, nothing was accomplished as everything held firm. Tears wet her face and her mind turned to terrifying thoughts about where she was and for what purpose. A few horrific ideas already invaded her mind even as she struggled to keep control of herself.

Hands touched her shoulders, from behind, causing her to jerk violently at the restraints. “Oh honey, please do calm down it’s not going to get you anywhere,” a woman’s voice said behind her.

Haley tried to speak, forgetting about the gag, and managed only pitiful squeals. The woman moved around and sat on a stool in front of Haley. She had black, chin length, hair and wore some kind of leather fetish getup. She was too terrified to really consider what that might mean for her own plight. The woman was quite beautiful, the type to turn the heads of both men and women, but any thoughts of her beauty halted once the woman resumed speaking.

“Listen carefully to what I am about to say because it is the last time anyone will explain what is happening to you.”

Haley didn’t breathe for a long time, her heart pounded in her chest as she waited to hear the woman speak.

“You have been abducted by The Foundation, you will never be released, you will never escape, and you will never be rescued. Your body will be used physically, for sex, servitude, and pain, as our clients see fit. Our clients prefer the objects have human names, but your old life and the name that went with it are no more. From this day forward you will be referred to as Michelle 053. Other times you will be called simply Object or The Object. If you are allowed to address me you will refer to me as Mistress Dominique.”

A hot wave washed over Haley’s body, already slick with sweat, a new layer now coated her skin. She pulled again at her straps and tried to scream but the gag and restraints did their work well.

Dominique continued; “Your training will begin shortly, the quicker you submit the better it will go for you. I will be handing your training over to my trustees, soon, but I prefer to meet all new arrivals just when they awake to welcome them to The Foundation.” Dominique stood, “You really should be honored that you have been selected to become an Object of The Foundation. In time, you will realize that.”

As Haley watched her tormentor leave the meaning of Dominique’s words set in, and she began to scream, and cry, and pull at her restraints all it got her was exhaustion. Eventually, she slumped in her chair, as much as the straps would allow, and sobbed through her misery.