Old 12-22-2014, 01:15 AM   #1
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“Sara! It’s time to get up!”

“Gosh Mom, it’s way too early…” Sara grumbled, pausing for a second to listen for any response, “just five more minutes… please?”

Not listening for a response, Sara let the sweet warmth of her puffy white comforter draw her back into blissful sleep. The silk sheets were smooth against her body and the sweet aroma of her perfume filled her nostrils as she pulled them up over her face. A small smile spread across her face as she cozied in to enjoy the little time she had left in the paradise of her snug cocoon.

CRASH. The sound of shattering glass smashed through Sara’s delightful little wonderland.

“I’m up! Cool it with the noise Mom” Sara said as she blinked away the blurriness in her eyes and dragged her stiff legs over the edge of the bed and let them swing down, her feet brushing against the ground as blood rushed into her legs. She felt the stiffness quickly evaporating as she put pressure down onto her toes and pushed her body up and out of bed.

“Mom, what was that noise?” Sara called out, her voice still a little hoarse and dry.

“Mom?”

“Hey, Mom!”

Sara was beginning to get a little worried as she made her way through the small house and into the kitchen. Her mind was still moving slowly from sleepiness but it was working hard to figure out what was going on.

“Why isn’t she responding?” Sara thought to herself as images of her mother bleeding out on the floor flashed through her mind.

Sara was prone to overanalyzing situations and blowing problems way out of proportion. Once in 10th grade, she was dating this guy named Eric. He was a sweet and rather attractive soccer player who had a certain way with the ladies that made him quite the catch. Their relationship came to a quick and violent end after a series of events played out. It’s a long story. The short version is that she saw him talking to another girl and her mind blew the situation into much more than it was and chose to take a path that eventually killed the relationship and left Sara with a reputation as a crazy bitch.

“Mom,” Sara said as she rounded the corner into the room that served as their kitchen, dining room and work space, “what’s going…on?”

Before Sara laid a scene that even she couldn’t have imagined. Where there had once been a window that allowed the warm California sun to flood the room with light, there was a gaping hole. Pieces of broken glass were strewn about the room, creating a sparkling tapestry across the floor as the early morning light filtered in through the jagged hole. Sara’s mind was a whir of buzzing thoughts as her brain struggled to comprehend the series of events that played out in her own kitchen. With all the crazy theories running through her head, it took her a second to realize the biggest problem with this picture. Her mother was gone.
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Old 12-22-2014, 08:50 AM   #2
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Great start. Interested to see where it's going. Hope it lives up to the build-up
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Old 12-22-2014, 05:47 PM   #3
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As Sara stood blankly staring at the horrible scene in front of her, a man stepped through the hole. He was wearing black combat fatigues and a black balaclava that left only a pair of glowing green goggles visible. Sara stood frozen in wide-eyed terror as the large figure approached her, the ghastly green glow penetrating deep into her soul, immobilizing her in pure, unadulterated fear.

Sara began to shudder uncontrollably as trepidation overwhelmed her thoughts and her mind went blank. She could not think. She could not move. She was hyperaware of her surroundings as the man moved towards her. The sound of his feet crushing little bits of glass into the floor boomed in her head. She could see small tears in his clothing that looked like they were the product of a struggle. She could see his muscular body rippling beneath the fabric as each step brought him closer to her.

He was close now, only a few steps and he would be upon her but Sara’s mind remained blank, she wanted to run. Or scream. Or do anything other than just stand and watch his menacing figure grow ever larger as each step brought him closer to her, closer to the same fate that had befallen her mother.

He was upon her and yet she still wouldn’t move. Couldn’t move. His hands were around her throat now and she was being lifted into the air like her body was nothing more than a doll. He was carrying her back to the opening in the wall now. Sara’s mind was clear, the fear that was forcing all thoughts out of her head had become so overwhelming that she was merely an observer now. She watched as her body was carried effortlessly out through the hole and into the crisp morning air. The sunlight was a shock to her eyes and everything became a sheet of bright white for a second as the bleariness of sleep was violently burned away.

By the time she could finally see again, she was inside of some metal room. There was nothing around her but four metal walls and a single bluish light embedded in the center of each panel. Control of her body was beginning to return to her and she glanced around for her captor and her mother. There was no one else in the small room and curiosity began to push the fear into the back of her mind for the moment. She managed to get her feet underneath her body and mustered up the small amount of strength she possessed to bring herself to a standing position. She walked to one of the walls ran her hand along its cold surface.

A rage began to rise within her, fueled by the fear, and she smashed her hand against the wall.

“LET ME OUT!” she screamed, slamming clenched fists into the wall over and over again.

“LET ME OUT YOU BASTARD!” she yelled again, “LET ME GO OR I’LL…I’LL…I’LL KILL YOU!”

The ground began to rumble beneath Sara’s feet and she stopped her screaming and pounding as the intense fear returned and the unknown shaking intensified to a point where Sara could no longer stand up. She fell to the floor and scrambled up against one of the walls, pressing her body against it with all her might, hoping it might give her a small measure of security against the terrible trembling and noise.

The shuddering became almost unbearable as Sara pressed herself into the corner. Just when she thought she was surely going to die, a great force pushed her into the floor and the shuddering became more tolerable. She was being pushed into the ground with such force that she was unable to move for the second time that morning.

The downward pressure continued for a solid half hour and Sara laid motionless the entire time, unable to raise even a finger. And then, like it was never there at all, it stopped. And just like that she was floating. The sudden transformation from intense pressure to zero gravity sent Sara back into panic mode and she began to thrash. Despite her violent movements, she remained floating in the center of the small room, very slowly drifting towards the ceiling. Or was it the floor. Or maybe one of the walls. In all her thrashing, Sara had lost track of which metal wall was which. The thoroughly confusing sensation made her stomach begin to heave and she knew if she didn’t calm herself down, she was going to vomit.

A panel slid open on the wall beneath her feet and she had to bend her legs back and curl forward to see what was happening. In the opening was the upper body of the man who had taken her from her home. As she looked on, he removed the horrific green goggles and peeled of the black mask. His face was hard; there were no smooth lines on it. His jaw was set and looked as though it had been cleaved from a mold, sharp on every side. He wasn’t all together a completely unattractive man, he was definitely very masculine looking and he had a ragged scar running down his left cheek that curved inward toward his nose.
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Old 12-22-2014, 05:59 PM   #4
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Good story so far. I look forward to reading more.
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Old 12-25-2014, 11:54 PM   #6
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“Greetings recruit” The man said in a gruff voice. There was a very distant hint of a Spanish accent, noticeable in the way his tongue tapped the roof of his mouth with each letter “r”.

“You’ve been drafted into the service of The Golden King’s personal harem. You will go through vigorous training where you will learn how to serve the King and his guests as an entertainer. You will follow all instructions without question. Your training begins tomorrow; while you wait you will sit and reflect on your situation.”

He spoke as if he was reading from a script, like he had said it a million times before and now it was just a chore to spout it to the new girl.

He started to turn around and walk away but stopped mid spin, turned back to face her, and said, “Oh. And don’t even think about trying anything. Not only is there no way out, we have your mother. So don’t make us have to hurt her...”

The news hit Sara like a freight train. If not for the lack of gravity, she would have crumpled to the ground, but in its absence, she relinquished control of her extremities once more, her body naturally curling into a fetal position as the events of the past few hours came crashing into her mind, an all-consuming flood of emotions and fear. Fear that she was going to be killed. Fear that her mother would be harmed. Fear of whatever was planned for her.

Small beads of tears began to from at the corners of her eyes, quickly growing in size and breaking off. Sobs racked Sara’s body as she remained curled up, floating in the center of the room, slowly drifting towards nothing in particular.

The lights went out in her cell a moment later and Sara was left alone an in the dark. Floating around with her tears, slowly crying herself to a shallow and restless sleep.
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Old 01-15-2015, 10:39 PM   #8
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The lights shattered Sara’s frightful dream as they burst on. The panel was open again and Sara could see the man dressed in black had returned. He pressed a button on the side of the open panel and Sara crashed to the floor. As Sara struggled to adjust to the bright lights and the return of solid ground, a door opened next to the window and the dark figure stepped into her cell…

“Stand,” said the gruff voice, “you begin your training today.”

Sara struggled to bring herself to her feet but her fitful sleep had brought no rest to her weary body and her legs would not be bothered to move more than a few inches.

“Get up you pathetic slut” snapped the man, walking towards her, the vengeance of pure hatred and anger echoing from each step.

Sara scrabbled on the floor, trying her hardest to push herself away from the approaching doom. The man was upon her in a flash and she was in the air, his hands roughly wrapped around her small throat. He carried her through the door and tossed her onto the cold metal floor. Air began flowing through Sara’s lungs again and she gasped, choking on her own spit. As rough coughs rattled her body, she quickly glanced around to evaluate her surroundings and get her bearings.

She was in a long corridor, metal on all sides like her cell. In one direction there were doors. Doors forever. Doors as far as she could see. In the other direction, there were more doors. But on this side there was an end; a wall with a big glass window in it.

The man grabbed her by her hair and yanked her to her feet. Sara let out an ear piercing scream that echoed down the long hallway as her scalp took the full weight of her body. She fell back to the ground in pain, cradling her head to try and protect it from further harm. The man placed a hand on the back of her neck and raised her back to her feet. This time she was able to keep her legs underneath her with the help of the hand on her neck. He pressed forward and she began to stumble along, her legs still adjusting to solid ground.

They made their way towards the big window and as they got closer, Sara could see that there were individual rooms visible through the window, separated by floor to ceiling metal slabs. In each of the rooms was a table with an array of awful looking devices that could only be used for torture. Every room also had a few terrifying restraint systems that sent chills down Sara’s spine just from looking.

They reached the window and Sara could see now that the rooms went on for an inexplicably long distance in both directions. She noticed that there were also many more hallways like the one she had just been dragged down. Her attention was abruptly brought back to the room in front of her as a partition in the glass swung open and she was tossed in.

The man stepped in behind her and the window closed behind him sealing them together in the room. The man’s hands were on her hair again, dragging her kicking and screaming up to a chair-like restraint device. Her ankles were strapped to the legs of the chair and her knees tied so her thighs were kept open. Her hands were then tied to the back of the chair, forcing her shoulders back and chest out.

She was still wearing her pajamas which consisted of a pink button down shirt and blue and green flannel bottoms. Underneath that she had on a pair of silk panties that were a deep blue color, similar to the sky after sunset but before the first star has appeared.

The man walked around so he was in front of her holding a large pair of fabric shears. Pure terror spread across Sara’s face as the realization of what was about to happen hit her and the fears that had been racing around her hyper-active mind began to come true.

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The part I know you all want is coming soon, sorry for the delay on getting this section out.
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Old 01-16-2015, 10:53 AM   #9
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more please as soon as possible this is a really good story
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“STOP!”

“PLEASE STOP!”

“OH GOD NO. PLEASE NO. PLEASE. I’M BEGGING YOU. PLEASE STOP!”

Sara’s screams echoed around in the small room in a way that made the air seem to vibrate. The shears slid effortlessly through her thin night shirt, the cold metal brushing against her soft skin, sending chills skittering across her sides.

The shirt fell away, exposing her supple bosom. Her breasts had been her most valuable asset back at home. They had been her entry ticket to concerts, credit card at stores and her I.D. at bars. They were not the largest in her school but they were definitely the best. They were relatively large, but they were still firm and perky. The perfect combination of size and shape.

The scissors were doing their thing on her pants now. As the man worked the shears down, more and more of her magnificent ass became visible. The loose flannel pants had done it no justice and the man was evidently surprised by the shapely cheeks. There was nothing subtle about the two majestic moons that protruded from her slim frame, firm and raised to create an ass that many would kill for.

The pants were off now and Sara was in nothing but a pair of blue panties. The panties were now subject to the shears, and with two quick snips they were off and on the floor. Her pussy was a sight to behold too. Cleanly shaven and a nice pink color that was soothing to the eyes. The lips were large and slightly parted to reveal a small clit and warm, inviting, light-pink hole.

Sara felt incredibly vulnerable and exposed with her extremities tied and her most private parts exposed for anyone to see. The man walked a small circle around her, his eyes gliding over her smooth skin, taking in all the sights. He stopped in front of her, a small metallic object in his hand. He looked her up and down once more and brought the object closer to her body...
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Old 01-29-2015, 07:04 PM   #11
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Such a good story you should continue
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Old 02-18-2015, 10:04 PM   #12
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ZAP

OWWWWW!!!”

A small arc of searing lightning jumped to one of Sara’s perky nipples, which were hard from the cool air blowing over them. Shards of pain shot through her tits as the energy dispersed across her luscious skin, stimulating every nerve ending in the immediate vicinity beyond capacity. Her mind was overloaded with the pain and she lapsed out of consciousness for a second before the same pain jolted her back to the real world.

“Every time you disobey me or anyone who is giving you orders, you will experience this shock. And don’t worry about developing a tolerance, the wand automatically raises the power level over time.”

His hand was on her tingling breast, sending shivers across her nipples, giving her a small amount of pleasure despite herself. She tried to wiggle away, not wanting to let herself feel any pleasure from this leering man. Her nipple was between his fingers now; he was rolling it slowly, kneading the stiff flesh between his rough fingertips, the hard skin rubbing against her sensitive nipples, eliciting quiet moans from Sara and a barely perceptible grin from the man.

His fingers traced around her nipples a few more times before meandering across her soft breasts, down her firm torso, and across her sensitive inner thighs. His fingers danced around her pretty pink pussy, side-stepping along her beautiful lips, pirouetting around her tender clit, and moonwalking down the other side. His work hardened fingers were just the right kind of abrasive to send tingles around and through her pussy.

For all her best efforts, she could not stop her sweet pussy from getting excited. She could feel her juices beginning to flow and her inability to control this reaction in her present situation brought her to tears. She had always thought that she wouldn’t even feel any pleasure if something like this happened. She felt so humiliated that she could do nothing but cry harder and try to ignore the sensation in her crotch.

His fingers continued to glide around her pussy, teasing her with little spits and spurts of pleasure that only made her want those fingers more. She wanted his fingers inside of her tight pussy more than anything in the world and quiet moans began to slip out between her lips as her desperation intensified and her pussy juices began to make her lips glisten. Her moans grew louder and more frequent as the burning need to be fucked grew with each pass of his rugged hands.

UUUHHHH

His fingers were in her now and all the air left her lungs as she let out a deeply satisfied gasp. They slowly slid deep into her greedy cunt, reaching in until they could go no further, then reversed the process and pulled all the way out. Sara whimpered as her new best friends left her empty and horny, but she was not sad for long as the two fingers were again making their way deep into her hungry pussy.

In and out. In and out. His fingers kept a slow pace, dangling true pleasure right in front of Sara’s face, denying her any chance of an orgasm. He was good. Really good. Sara was struggling to contain the primal noises attempting to escape from her lips as his fingers worked some incredible magic inside of her.

She had been fingered many times before, as one of the hottest girls in school she got plenty of attention and the majority of the guys would do anything she asked. But not even the best of the best she had been with before came close to what was happening now. She didn’t know what he was doing, but whatever it was, it was giving her much more pleasure than she should have been feeling. Her breath was catching in her throat with every thrust and she was left gasping when he pulled back.

“OH MY GOD. FUCKING HELL

He had another finger in her now, stretching her tight little pussy in a way that hurt. But hurt in a way that was improbably pleasurable. He was picking up pace now too and Sara couldn’t keep the screams contained any longer.

GAAAHHH

Her ear-splitting scream filled the room as a powerful orgasm took control of her body. Waves of pleasure surged through her body, bringing a wonderful warmth to her limbs and core. Her mind was wiped clean and her eyes squeezed shut, the rush of pleasure causing the lights to sear her blank mind. She writhed in the chair, her arms and legs straining against the restraints as her back arched and her hips bucked viciously.

He kept his fingers pumping inside of her contracting pussy, prolonging the orgasm and intensifying the physical reactions. Her moans began to subside as the waves of pleasure grew smaller and farther apart, and her body was less volatile, settling back onto the chair with shaking legs and trembling hips.

“You’re welcome, slut” said the man as he removed his sopping wet fingers and wiped them nonchalantly along her breasts.

“You’ll have to work for those in the future, this one was just a taste of what could be yours if you behave and obey me, otherwise…I don’t have to remind you what happens if you’re a bad girl…”

He untied her restraints but Sara was too depleted to try and run. He slid his arms under her arms and lifted her over his shoulder like she was a weightless doll. He carried her like this back to her cell and placed her on the cold metal floor.

As he walked away, he looked over his shoulder and said, “I think we’re going to have a good thing here slut”. He walked through the door, turned to look at her once more, and turned out the lights, plunging Sara into darkness to rest and think about her next course of action.
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Old 02-27-2015, 08:08 PM   #13
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Wow I really like this story more and more please countinue
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