[Fiction] Abducted rented and humilliated

[iamapussylover]

There's a reason women are advised to have an escort when walking home in the dark. Arya was even offered one. She refused. It was a mistake.

Arya is one of those college girls that thinks she knows everything, has everything, and can just prostitute herself through school. It worked in high school, when she would just offer guys a blow job or fuck them for homework or test answers. She even bribed an instructor once. Arya was used to flaunting herself. She never had a shortage of guys to choose from, and most times she would just fuck them to mess with their minds. But now, she was in college. A whole different game.

Instead of a nice, safe walk from classroom to classroom, she has to transfer from one building to another. She had ignored her class sign-up schedule for so long that she had very little choices of class times. Fridays, the one day that she wanted to have off, she has math at 8 am, biology at 1:30 pm, and finally a physical fitness class at 8 pm. She barely shows up to math, biology is mildly interesting because she suspects that the instructor would be easy to bribe for an A. Arya actually enjoys physical fitness. She is able to wear her sexy yoga pants and show off to most of the guys. And she found that, if she tries really hard and worked up a sweat, the guys will almost follow her into the changing room. She always tries really hard.

After her physical fitness class, she has to take a bus to her off-campus dormitory. It's only a three block walk, but after an hour of intense cardio work, it seems more like 30 blocks. Usually the bus runs in 15 minute intervals. The bus drops off right in front of the dorm building. She woul22type":"click2d have a car here, but parking space is never available.

Arya's roommate is another one of this type. Always viewed as hot, very spoiled, and well versed in the art of seducing. She even has a poster up on the wall that says, “If you can't beat them, fuck them until they submit.”

Three weeks into the semester, they're relationship is still new, and very awkward.
“Hey Jenni,” Arya yells from the shower, “did you touch my shampoo?”

“No? Why,” Jenni yells back from their room.

“It feels like some is missing.” Arya and Jenni share a suite with two other girls, but they are never there. They sleep in their boyfriends' rooms. Jenni and Arya don't pay attention to the rest of the floor.

“So, are you going to go to that super awesome party tomorrow?” Jenni asks when Arya enters.

“I heard that hot guy from your biology class will be there.” Jenni and Arya are under 21, but this hasn't stopped them before.

“I can't, I have my fitness class.” Arya responds, saddened. She was hoping to get drunk, black out, and just sleep the rest of the day away.

“Since when do you care about classes,” Jenni snaps back. It's true that Arya hasn't been stopped from parties because of classes before, but Arya actually likes the fitness class. She is able to flaunt herself without the mandatory questioning and disapproving looks from bible groups, and the creepy stares that the old men give.

“I was hoping to hook up with a guy from that class tonight. He says he'll walk me to his place after class.”

“Oh, trust me Arya, there will be plenty of easy guys at that party. Half of these guys seem like they haven't seen a girl in a couple years, and the other half think they can get me.”

“I know, but this guy is loaded. I'll probably ask him to get me a couple bottles of vodka after I'm done with him.”

“Suit yourself Arya. I'm getting free booze on my own.” Arya finishes drying off, slips on some of her pajamas, and drifts off into the night.
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Their fitness class had to be moved to a separate building today, due to renovations. Instead of the normal three blocks, it's five. Arya tries less hard today, trying to save her energy for the amazing sex she'll be having later tonight. Despite this, she still works up a sweat and, as usual, is panting at the end. She takes her time in the shower, freshening up to make sure she can get the most out of her hookup. Arya then waits by the door to leave the building. She notices her hook up approaching her. He doesn't look as excited as she had hoped.

“Hey, so about tonight...” he begins.

“Yeah, what's up,” Arya inquisitively asks.

“It can't happen. My parent's are staying the night unexpectedly. Their power cut out, and since they only live an hour away, they took at their food and stuff and shoved it into my fridge. They wouldn't like it if I brought a girl home. They are a little bit,” a pause, “strict.”

“Oh, okay...” Arya trails off.

“Look, I'm very sorry. I'll walk you to the bus stop if you want.”

“No, that's okay. I usually walk alone.” Arya turns her head away, shyly, trying to pull one of her seducing tricks.

“Are you sure? It can be pretty bad around here this time of night. And especially on a Friday. “Look, I'll just walk you to the bus stop, okay?” She can tell he is being sincere, but the shock of being refused is a little bit mind crushing. Arya has only had a few instances of being turned down, and none within the past year.

“Yeah, I'm fine. I carry pepper spray in my bag. You should go home and see your parents.” Arya doesn't want to seduce him anymore. She is too hurt by rejection.

“If you're sure. I'm really sorry Arya.” He says. They hug, and he walks off towards his house. Arya starts to walk towards the bus stop.

Trying to drown her sorrows with music, she pops in some of her ear buds and turns the volume up to full. A tired, sexy girl. Walking alone in a bad neighborhood at night. Completely blocking out the world around her. Without warning, dizziness hits her like a brick wall. She stumbles a bit farther, wondering if this is from dehydration, over working, or just a random dizzy spell. A few more steps, then suddenly she is grabbed from behind. Her purse is ripped from her shoulder. She tries to scream, but a hand is placed over her mouth and her torso is grabbed from behind. All she hears is her music, still at full volume. As she looks around, panicking, a black felt bag is placed over her head. As the last of the light flashes into black, she is able to make out the bus stop. Less than half a block away.

Arya is dragged into what feels like a cargo van. She struggles and writhes, trying to get away. She is too tired to mnable to see or hear anything besides her music, she feels an incredibly intense stinging pain in her thigh. A needle. A few seconds, and suddenly her muscles just relax. She collapses onto her side, unable to move. Arya tries to get up, but her muscles will not work. Her dizziness just becomes worse, the music is now turning into unintelligible sounds. She wants to pass out. But she stays awake. She fights the drug. She feels her legs being bound together, and her wrists are elevated and chained to the ceiling. She is moved into a kneeling position inside the van, with her wrists above her and her legs behind her. Her arms are not pulled taught, and actually have a few inches of slack. Arya feels touching of her chest, but cannot understand what is happening. In her last moments of consciousness, she feels a tightening of a strap around her chest.
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When Arya awakes, she is immediately attentive to the sound of a diesel engine reverberating in a hollow metal body. Her arms are still strung up, as she last remembers. Every bump is felt in her knees, resting on the bare wooden floor. As she moves her torso, she realizes that a safety harness is attached to her, which is attached to the ceiling. “Am I being kidnapped,” she thinks to herself. She moves her torso some more, and finds that the safety harness is not against bare skin. She is still fully clothed.

“Hello,” she says, still in a daze. “Who's there?” Suddenly, the sound of the diesel engine quiets. A sudden lurch of her body tells her one thing: the vehicle stopped. Her hood is ripped off, and she is blinded by the light.

“Hello there. What took you so long,” he says with a mocking tone.

“Who are you,” Arya replies, still blinded, dazed.

“That'd be too easy.” Another sharp pain in her thigh, and her dizziness starts all over. She is out before the vehicle starts to move again.
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Arya awakes, this time with no hood. The room is quite dark, and her eyes have very little problem adjusting to the light. Her wrists are tied together behind her back, her forearms perpendicular to her spine. The upper arms are parallel with her torso. She feels incredible amounts of rope against her bare skin. Her perky breasts are exposed for the world to see. She tries to move her ankles, but they are chained to the ground. Her knees are also stationary, but she is able to sit back on her heels. God, her knees ache against the metal floor. Arya tries to speak, but can't. She knows the words she wants to say, but her vocal chords are paralyzed. Her head is facing forward, very prominently. She tilts her head forward, and feels an upward pulling on her already strained wrists. Panic sets in. Here she is, tied in some sort of Japanese bondage, completely naked, lost, and...thirsty. Incredibly thirsty. Looking down, Arya notices a water bottle, placed just the right distance away. With all the energy she has, she attempts to lean forward, pivoting on her knees, to pick up the water bottle with her mouth. She has to lean her head forward a tiny bit to be able to grab it, and her wrists feels a corresponding pull upward. Arya grabs the bottle in her teeth, and manages to wiggle back so her torso is upright again. She tilts her head backward and sucks on the bottle, finally quenching her thirst. It isn't water, but some sort of energy drink. She finishes the bottle and drops it on the ground, finally relieved that something has gone right. Arya tries to speak again. Nothing.

Two hours later, the lights abruptly flash on. Arya is blinded by the light, but hears a door open, a single pair of footsteps enter, and the door close again.

“Hello Ladies,” a man begins. “There is a bottle of Gatorade in front of you, just within your reach if you lean forward. Feel free to drink it, I know that those drugs make you thirsty. You wont be able to speak for a couple more hours, but right now you should do more listening than talking. I am your warden, and this is your training facility. As of now, you are enrolled in slave training. We will teach you how to become the perfect slave, from sucking cock to eating pussy, and even some anal if we so choose. But, all this,” he pauses, “the drugs, the kidnappings, the staff required, all costs money.” He starts to pace back and forth in lengths of about ten feet. “You will be my whores. Customers will pay for a session with you, and you will oblige the customer. He may want rough sex. You will spread your legs and take it. He may want to fuck your ass from behind while pulling your hair and pinching your nipples. You will bend over and invite him. She may want her pussy fucked by a face mounted dildo, then be eaten out and cum fifty times. Then she may want to put on a strap-on and fuck your ass until you're crying. You will kneel down and say 'When do I start?'. My customers pay for a session with one of you girls. And you will do exactly as he or she requests. Service thirty five customers to satisfaction, and you will be let go.” The man pauses suddenly. Arya's eyes finally start to adjust to the blinding light. But she hears the door open and many more footsteps march in. A blindfold is secured around her eyes, and she is back into a world of darkness. Judging by the number of footsteps, she assumes there must be at least five other girls in here.

The man continues.“You did not hear me wrong. You will be let go when you service thirty five customers. Naturally we will drug you until you don't remember a thing, but you will be dropped off somewhere close to where you were picked up. This means that it is your choice on how long you stay here. You can accept your fate, go through training quickly, be very desirable to customers, and get your thirty five over with within six months. We've seen it happen. Others will refuse training and have virtually no customers. Some women have been here for four years. The average time is two, but this is entirely up to you.” Door opens, and the man leaves. About three hours pass. Not a single word has been spoken, but there are some mumbles and hums as the girls slowly start to regain control of their vocal chords. Arya finally speaks out. “Hello,” she says weakly.

“Hi,” an unfamiliar voice replies. It is also very weak. “What's your name.”

“Arya. Yours?”

“Melanie.”

This time, more unfamiliar voices are heard. “My name is Katie,” of of them says. “I'm Shannon,” says another. They are all very weak. Suddenly the door bursts open. A girl is being dragged in, crying. “I'm sorry, I'm so sorry,” she blubbers. Arya's blindfold is ripped off. The light blinds her, but less so this time. Her eyes adjust to see Jenni lying on the floor, crying. Arya can't figure out what she's wearing. A shiny metal bra with chains running from the center and over her shoulders, and a metal thong with a flare covering her vagina and a horizontal metal piece running across her stomach. What appears to be a horse tail is visible, but just barely.

“Take a look Arya. She sold you out. She had no choice, really. But all of that will be explained shortly.” Arya feels her knees and ankles being unchained, and the mess of ropes in the back being lifted. Arya is brought to her feet and stumbles over. The firm hand from the man prevents her from falling over. “Walk,” he commands. He starts to lead her out of the room.

“What will happen to Jenni,” Arya says weakly.

“She's coming with.”
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Arya awakes with a bucket of water splashed in her face. Her hips and legs are shackled to a chair, but her arms are free. In front of her is a table with all sorts of knobs, switches, buttons, gauges, and lights populating it. She looks up a little more to see Jenni, suspended from the ceiling and slowly rotating. A thick rope spans the distance from the ceiling to her upper back. Her arms are in the same Japanese tie that Arya's was in last time. Jenni's legs and knees are attached to spreader bars, and her mouth is covered by a metal plate with wires and a clear tube running to it. Her nipples have clamps on them with electrical wires running to a small black box on her metal bra. Jenni's back is arched so that her breasts are thrust outward and her legs are pulled behind her, fully stretched out. Arya begins to look around, but a head grabs her head and forces it to look at Jenni.

“You see,” the man begins, “This is your roommate, Jenni. Jenni has been with us for a few months now, and she was really a pain to deal with. Always refusing, always complaining. So, we decided it'd be nice to try something with her. We ordered a custom chastity belt and bra for her. The bra means that her breasts cannot be touched, even from the side. Her belt has a few nice features in it. First of all, her pussy is sealed off, prevent anything from entering it. It's much easier to control a girl when you starve her of sex, especially her kind. But her pussy has a nice dildo lodged in it, just because we can't let a pussy like her's be unstuffed. Her ass also has a nice, large plug in it. Both the dildo and the plug are held in by the chastity belt. The plug has a hole in it, so she can poop when we attach a nozzle to the belt and give her an enema. The belt also has a nice clip in the back, so we can attach several types of tails to her ass if we want. Sometimes, she's a horse. Other times, a pig. Whatever we want, really. The plug and dildo are electrified, so if she disobeys us, we can give her immediate punishment. Her chastity bra also has removable nipple covers, so we can still torture those poor nipples of hers.

“You see, we forced Jenni into catching you like this: Unless she provided us with your schedule, most vulnerable point, and all other crucial details, we wouldn't give her the enema she needs to shit. So, unless she helped us, she would be backed up and backed up until she gave in. She gave in almost immediately. Jenni was very cooperative. Now, naturally, you're going to be angry at her. Which is why you have this control table in front of you. Each of these controls is linked to a...feature of Jenni's circumstance of there. You can shock her ass. Shock her pussy. Shock her clit directly. If you wanted to, you could give Jenni pleasure by vibrating her clit until she's almost going to cum, and then cut it short. You could shock her nipples if you wanted. Or squeeze them tighter. Attached to her mouth is a cum guzzling trainer. You push a button, and her mouth gets filled with a fluid much like the consistency of semen, but tastes awful. And I'm sure what you both know what bad cum tastes like.” Arya nods her head, ashamed. “Good. Now, you may not have a grudge against her. That's fine, I understand. But we have the other girls watching her. She is being used as an example against transgressions. So here's the deal: For each minute of punishment you give her, you will need one less customer for freedom. If you wanted to, you could punish her for thirty five minutes and be released today. But would you really want to have your friend endure painful shocks to her ass, pussy, or clit? Have her mouth filled with the most vile cum you've ever tasted? It's all up to you.”

The man show Arya all around the control table. All the switches, buttons, knobs, each of them tied to a punishment for Jenni. All throughout this, Arya's anger builds. “Why would she do that to me,” she thinks. “I'm her roommate! She can't do this to me!”

“Does the machine automatically stop the vibrator when she's about to cum,” she asks the man.

“Yes. It will bring her up to almost an orgasm, then stop right before. It will give her a couple minutes to come back down, then it will bring her up again. It will continue until you switch it off.”

She points to a button. “And this one does what again? Gives her an enema?”

“More than that,” the man says, almost enthusiastically. “The system will start to inject one gallon of an enema solution into her ass. It can be warm, normal, or cold water. After she's done being filled, her ass gets plugged so she can't expel unless you let her. The system will automatically have her expel after thirty minutes, as to prevent damage to our wonder model.”

“What's the difference in water temperature,” Arya asks. She is out to get revenge, and revenge will be painful.

“Normal water is just that: normal. Cold water makes the insides cramp up. Warmer water makes it so much harder to hold in.”

“Is she forced to swallow that cum?”

“Wow, you're really out for revenge. Her head is tiled such that it prevents choking, and yes, she is basically forced to swallow. It releases a fairly large amount into her mouth, so she has to swallow or risk it going down her wind pipe. She can't spit it up because that plate around her mouth is water tight.”

Arya pushes a button. The tube leading to Jenni's mouth begins to fill with a green-brown liquid. It is clear that Jenni sees this, as she begins to shake violently, trying to get away. The man laughs.

“The tubing is placed such that Jenni has to see it going into her mouth. She's not blindfolded for this reason, and she will get shocked in her ass if she closes her eyes for too long. The color is mostly just to intimidate her. We gave it a gross color because she's a slut.” As the liquid comes closer to Jenni's mouth, she shakes more and more. Finally, as the liquid enters Jenni's mouth, she shakes her head back and forth violently, trying to get it to stop.

“Three average ejaculates are emptied into her mouth each time you push that button. Oh, look, now she has to swallow it.” Arya looks at Jenni's throat, and sees the bulge move. She swallowed. Jenni looks over and gives Arya a pleading look.

“Bitch, you put me in this hell hole,” Arya says to Jenni. “This is your fault. And now you will pay.” Jenni opens her eyes wide and shakes her head back and forth as Arya pushes the button again. And again, the green-brown liquid fills the tubes and enters Jenni's mouth. Tears form in her eyes and she's forced to swallow the repulsive liquid once more.

“That bad, huh? Suck it up you bitch. I have control of you.” Arya now pushes a different button, and Jenni's breasts jump. Her whole body tenses up, but wont budge from the rigid position it's in. A barely audible scream is heard. Jenni now gives Ayra a look of pure hatred.

“I like the way your tits jump when I shock your nipples.” Arya rotates a knob, and Jenni turns to be facing Arya full front. Arya pushes the button again. And again. And again. And each time, Jenni's breasts jump a little bit, Jenni struggles, and a quiet scream is heard.

“Having fun, Arya,” the man questions.

“More fun than a whore at a dinner party.” The man gives a hardy laugh. “But you know, I wish I could milk her nipples like a cow. Bottle it up and feed it to her. That stupid bitch deserves it.”

“That...would be very fun indeed,” the man says, thinking. “I'm going to leave you know. There's a red switch on the right side that signals that you're done. You can take as long as you want.” The man then steps out of the room and closes the door behind him.

[RopeSir]

GREAT story!!! I wonder how long she will torture her roommate!!!

[iamapussylover]

Originally Posted by RopeSir

GREAT story!!! I wonder how long she will torture her roommate!!!

theres a part 2 want a link?

[chocolatedispenser]

i think i have read this before. same with the other story you posted today

[linearizationcannon]

Originally Posted by chocolatedispenser

i think i have read this before. same with the other story you posted today

agreed. I've definitely read it before

[RopeSir]

Absolutely!!! I don't care if it's been read before, it's a damn hot story!!!!


-D-

[Jah Brother]

Just putting this here
http://www.kinktalk.com/talk/showthread.php?t=4055