Donna's Ordeal - part 1, a short story by adele. Date added: 2011-03-08. Times viewed: 7907.
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- Intro: anal, humil, mc, bdsm, oral slave, kidnapping,
As she began to awake, Donna realized she was tied down to some sort of table. She felt naked. At first she thought the room was dark, but then felt the blindfold around her eyes.
“Ahh. My sleeping beauty is finally awake.”
“Wh.. where am I? Why am I here? What do you want from me?”
“So many questions. You’ll get you answers soon enough. Right now, you are going to have your first lesson.”
Before Donna could say another word, she felt a sharp stinging blow to her breast, followed immediately by another blow to her other breast.
“OOOOWWWWWWW!” she screamed and struggled against the restraints. The blows continued, landing on her breasts, stomach, legs and inner thighs. She screamed at the top of her lungs “STOP! STOP! SOMEBODY HELP ME! OOOWWWWWW!”
“Scream as loud as you want darling. No one can hear you and no one will come to help you. And I will stop when I fucking well want to.”
The blows continued. Donna screamed until she could scream no longer. Her voice faded to a whimper and tears streamed from the corners of her eyes. And still more blows landed on her body. Finally, they stopped. Almost immediately, she felt a sharp rap across the soles of her feet. She screamed once again, then passed out. When she awoke, Donna now found herself tied to the table face down. Her head was being pulled up by her hair and her face was being slapped.
“PLEASE STOP!” she begged the man. “What have I done wrong?”
“Your only crime was being in the wrong place at the right time. The right time for me of course, not for you. Don’t you remember?” It was coming back now. She had gone to the basketball game at school to watch Jason play. Donna had a crush on him, as did half of the girls in school, but Jason did not have a steady girl. She met up with several of her friends and they sat together and cheered for the team. Afterwards, they stopped for some ice cream at the local Dairy Queen. Donna was hoping the team would stop by and maybe Jason would notice her.
When an hour passed and the team had not shown up yet, Donna finally gave up and said she had to get home. She barely had time to make her curfew as it was and the later she got home, the longer she would be grounded. Donna decided to take a shortcut through the park to save some time. She vaguely remembered passing the building that contained the restrooms. As she did, someone grabbed her and placed something over her mouth. The next thing Donna remembered was waking up here.
“So you remember now?” Donna nodded. Suddenly, she felt something soft being dragged across her back, then felt a blow with some sort of whip. She screamed again for him to stop, but the blows continued.
“I told you, no one can hear you scream here, so you may as well stop.” But she didn’t. She kept screaming until her throat could no longer make a sound louder than a whisper. Finally, the whipping stopped. It was soon replaced with more sharp raps on the bottom of her feet and across her buttocks. Suddenly, Donna felt icy cold water being poured all over her back. She shuddered and pulled against the restraints, but could not move more than a couple of inches. She heard footsteps, then a door closed.
Donna laid there shivering for a long time until she finally drifted off to sleep. When Donna woke up, she was no longer tied down. She was on some sort of cot or bed. Even though she could no longer feel a blindfold, she could not see anything, realizing the room must be completely dark. As she felt around her body, it hurt everywhere. She could feel welts on her buttocks. When she tried to stand, she felt a searing pain in her feet. She also realized that one of her legs was chained to something, limiting her movements.
She was dry, but still very cold. She felt around the bed and found some sort of small blanket or cloth. She tried to determine if it was some article of clothing, but just couldn’t tell. She wrapped it around her the best that she could. Donna put her arms around her knees and cried. Because there was no light in the room, and since she had been unconscious several times, Donna had no idea how much time had passed. It could be hours or days. She wondered what her parents were thinking.
The door opened and the light came on, temporarily blinding her. She used her hand to shield her eyes. She got a general impression of a tall man wearing some sort of mask over his face.
“Are you ready to be a good girl?”
‘FUCK YOU!” she shouted as loud as she could and then lunged herself towards him, aiming for his groin. He stepped back before she could reach him and she fell forward when the restraint on her leg pulled taut. She caught herself with her arms, but felt a sharp pain in her wrist as she fell on it.
“Soon enough darling. But for trying to attack me, you will be punished again.” He picked her up off the floor like she was a ragdoll, covering her mouth with a sweet smelling cloth. She felt herself drift off. When she started coming to, she was propped up against a large wooden X.. Pain shot across the soles of her feet, He pulled her hands behind her back and around the cross, tying them tightly and forcing her chest out. When he reached for a leg, she kicked at him. He punched her in the face. He grabbed her leg again and tied it to one side of the X, then tied her other leg down, spreading her legs wide apart. Then he put a strap under each arm and attached them to something, keeping her in an upright position. He took a whip off the wall and began using it on her breasts and between her legs. When he had applied about two dozen strokes to each area, he stopped. She had tried to scream, but her voice was completely gone. Tears streamed from her eyes.
“Would you like some water to drink?” Donna realized she was very thirsty. She had not had anything to drink, at least that she could remember, since the DQ.
“Yes, please?” He picked up a glass of water with a straw in it. He put the straw up to her mouth. She eagerly gulped down sip after sip until the glass was empty.
“More, please.” she mouthed. He refilled the glass from a pitcher and put it to her lips again. She drank that glass down as well.
“That’s enough for now.” He put the glass down and reached between her legs. He fingered her pussy lips, pulling them apart. He found her nub and began to rub it. She was dry and it hurt. Even though Donna was 18, her parents had just given her permission to go out on her first solo date. Her parents were very strict and had only let her go on group outings or to parties that were well chaperoned before she turned 18. She had never even been kissed. She cried to herself when she realized her first time would be with this man. He reached up and stuck his fingers in her mouth. She bit down hard.
He yelped and punched her in the stomach. When she gasped, he pulled his fingers from her mouth. She continued gasping as she tried to regain her breath. He punched her stomach again. She threw up all over herself. The man was holding the finger she bit. It was bleeding profusely. He turned and left the room, turning out the light as he left. Donna slowly regained her breath, but the smell of her vomit made her puke again and again until she had nothing left. Then she dry heaved until she passed out again.
Suddenly, the lights came on. When her eyes adjusted to the light, the man was standing in front of her with a hose. Once he could see her eyes were focused, he turned on the hose. It had some sort of special nozzle, because the water came out in a very strong spray. When it hit her body, it felt like shards of ice hitting her skin.
“You will learn to be a good girl. You are covered in puke, so first we will get you clean – inside and out. Then we will see if you have learned anything this time.”
Donna shivered as he used the hose all over her body. The spray was so strong, it felt like it was ripping her skin off. He finally turned the water off and removed the nozzle. He replaced it with a different one about eight inches long and wider than the hose at the base, tapering to about an inch at the tip. He turned the water back on. The stream was not quite as hard as before, but was coming out in pulses. He walked behind her and pushed it between her cheeks. She tried squirming and yelling no, but it did not deter him. He pushed the nozzle up her ass. She could feel the ice cold water pulsing inside her. She had masturbated a few times and recognized the feeling now welling up in her. She was still shivering from the icy bath he had given her and was now on the verge of coming!
She felt his finger on her clit again. Despite trying to will the feeling away, she could not stop the orgasm from exploding in her. The man kept rubbing her clit and shoving the nozzle further into her ass. Suddenly, she felt another feeling and could not stop that one either. He pulled the nozzle from her and she felt her ass erupt, shooting shit all over time after time. While she was doing that, the man had replaced the first nozzle on the hose. He cleaned her off, as well as the walls and the floor all around her, rinsing it all down a large drain in the floor.
She was ice cold, wet and shivering and completely drained from the ordeal he had just put her through. He slapped her face several times.
“Now, have you learned anything yet? Remember, I can keep this up for a long time. I will keep punishing you until you learn to accept your fate. You will be my slave to do with as I wish. You will not complain or resist in any way. When you have learned these lessons, you will regain some rights. You must continue to earn these rights. Any infractions will result in some or all of the rights you have earned to be rescinded. In addition, punishment will be administered. Do you understand?”
Donna mouthed the word “Yes.”
“Good. Now I have to go have this finger looked at. I will decide whether it warrants additional punishment when I return.” With that, he turned off the light and left the room. Donna was left strapped to the X and wet and cold. Her arms ached from being tied so tightly behind her back. She shivered and started softly sobbing again.
Donna did not know how much time had passed when the door opened and the light was turned on again.
“You cost me ten stitches in this finger. That will cost you some additional punishment.”
He put something on each of her wrists, then untied her arms and roughly pulled them in front of her. She could see that he had put leather cuffs on her. He attached them together, then pulled them up and hooked them on something above her head. The movements were very painful as all her muscles and joints were very stiff. Next, he put cuffs on both her ankles. He attached a bar to the cuffs, then undid the remaining restraints from the X. The bar kept her legs open.
The man went over to the wall and started pulling on a chain. As he pulled, she could feel her arms being stretched upwards. She looked up to see that she was attached to some sort of pulley system. He continued pulling her up until she was standing on her tip toes. He reached for the whip and began using it on her breasts and stomach. Then he spun her around and used it on her ass. He put the whip down and picked up a long thin stick. This must have been what he used on her feet and buttocks earlier. He took it and whipped her buttocks until they felt raw. He switched to her breasts and stomach. She could see welts forming. He moved to between her legs and applied multiple strokes to her inner thighs. She passed out from the pain.
He was slapping her face again.
“Wake up darling.” She opened her eyes. He had a bottle of something in front of him. When he took the cap off, she could smell the rubbing alcohol. He splashed it over her breasts and stomach, buttocks and inner thighs, it was cold and it burned at the same time. She passed out again.
When she woke up, she was lying on a bed of some sort. Donna was still naked, but was covered with a warm blanket. The room was lit by a dim light. As she looked around the room, she could see it was a different room than before. This room was probably about six feet by eight feet. The cot was actually a steel ledge with a short fence around the edge. There was a foam mattress with some sort of cover over it. At the foot of the bed, there was a toilet and a small basin. Above the basin was a mirror with a shelf directly below it. A bar of soap was on the sink; toothpaste and a comb were on the shelf. There was no toothbrush at this time. That would have to be earned. On the adjoining wall, there was a towel and face cloth hanging on hooks. On another hook was a dressing gown of sorts.
In one corner, there was a shelf about two feet long by about 15 or 18 inched deep. A chair was pushed under the shelf. On top of the shelf was a tray containing a large covered dish and several other dishes, as well as a glass of something. Donna got up off the bed and slipped on the gown. She noticed a pair of slippers and put those on as well. They were cushioned and felt good on her sore feet. She went to the table and sat down. Her buttocks were still pretty sore as was her anus where he had used the hose to rape her ass. Her eyes began to well up at the memory of being unable to stop the orgasm.
She took the cover off the large dish. There was a sandwich and some chips. A bowl contained some luke warm soup. There were no utensils, so she picked up the bowl and drank the soup. It felt good on her raw throat. As she drank the soup, she realized how hungry she was. She had no idea how long it had been since her last meal. She was also very thirsty and drank the entire glass of what turned out to be lemonade. She went to the sink and turned on the water. She filled the glass twice and drank them down before refilling it and returning to the table. She noticed that there was no temperature adjustment on the sink, just cold water.
She wolfed down the sandwich and chips, then checked the remaining container. It had cubes of green jello. She used her fingers to eat it. Unbeknownst to her, the man was watching everything she did. He had a small camera mounted above the door. The room was so small that he could see the entire room. He watched her get up and explore the tiny space, then eat the food. He was especially pleased to see her drink the water as she had not had much in the four days since he took her from the park.
What a stroke of luck that had been! It had been two months since he had taken the previous girl. She was young and broke very quickly. He was able to sell her to a broker who would in turn sell her to a slave master for his own personal use or a sex ring where she would be whored out for money. Young girls were in high demand. He had kidnapped and broken girls as young as ten, though most were around twelve. But it had been over a month since he had been able to grab another girl. He had tried twice and almost got caught the last time. The broker was clamoring for more girls as he always had interested buyers.
He had been watching the movie theater to see if anyone left alone and headed in the direction of his van. Although he rarely did it, if the chance presented itself, he would have grabbed a young boy. After awhile, he had gone to the park to relieve himself. He was stepping out from behind some bushes along the wall of the restroom building, which was locked. When he saw the girl crossing through the park, he looked and did not see anyone else around. He could not tell how old she was, but she was petite. Ideally, he did not like to have to carry anyone too far, but he could continue to cut through the park to get to the van. He would be undercover for most of the distance.
If he saw anyone, he could always just drop her and take off. He always made sure he had an escape route planned just in case. He watched her and saw his best chance at surprising her would be as she assed the restroom building. He got out his plastic bag with the chloroform soaked cloth. He tapped his pocket, feeling the syringe and vial of sedative.. He always wore a pair of latex gloves to avoid leaving prints in case he had to toss the evidence. As the girl passed the building, he grabbed her from behind, clasping his hand with the cloth over her mouth. She struggled for about five seconds before going limp. He put her down and quickly gave her a shot of sedative.
Before picking her up, he took another look around. The street was deserted and the theater was not due to empty out for at least 20 more minutes. He put the cloth back in its bag, and the syringe and vial back in his pocket. He picked the girl up and tossed her over his shoulder. He quickly made his way across the park to his van. He kept checking for pedestrians who might see him, but saw no one. A couple of cars past on the street, but they would not see him through the bushes. When he reached the van, it was his most venerable time. He had to cross the street and get her in the back. He hit his remote to unlock to doors.
He took one more look and saw a car approaching. He waited until it passed, then sprinted across the street, opened the side door and tossed her in, jumped in behind her and closed the door. He knew she would be out at least 30 minutes with the chloroform and the dose of sedative, so he quickly went to the driver’s seat and started the car. He did his seatbelt up and took off, carefully observing all the speed limits and traffic signals. He drove around a bit to make sure no on was following him before heading home.
When he was sure it was safe, he found a secluded area. He hog tied the girl, blindfolded and gagged her. Then he administered a longer acting sedative. It was a four hour drive to his home. He never snatched anyone too close too home. He drove at least three hours and sometimes as much as eight hours away. He always researched the area he was going to, looking for things like carnivals or sports games where he was likely to find someone off on their own. Sometimes, just for the thrill, he would grab a child from a campground. Risky, but a huge adrenaline rush when he pulled it off. He always spent at least a week researching the area on the internet, studying maps, checking everything out.
Sometimes, he would even spend time at the local hangouts looking for a disgruntled girl who might be considered a runaway. He had even called in tips a couple of times, saying he saw a girl hitch hiking on some other road or in the opposite direction, even going so far as to describe vehicles he said picked her up. His home was secluded, so there was no chance of discovery. Plus, the rooms he used to keep and train the girls was covered with at least eight or nine feet of dirt and completely soundproofed. Although the rooms were underneath the barn, the entry was hidden in the basement of the house, well concealed and almost impossible to find. He also had an escape tunnel which led to a wooded area behind the barn. Should he ever be discovered, he could escape that way.
While he was tying her up, he got his first good look at her. He guessed her to be at least 16 or 17, but she was small. Shaved, he might be able to be passed off as 14 or 15. But first she would need to be broken and to lose all hope of ever being free or seeing her family again. She would never get married, although she might have babies. The babies would then be sold in private adoptions. One of the brokers he dealt with specialized in this area. On these “baby farms” girls were given fertility drugs to encourage multiple births. At $50.000 to $100,000 per baby, it was quite lucrativeand if one of his victims was used in this manner, he got a percentage.. Otherwise, she would be trained to please a man in many ways. She would be submissive and men would do whatever they wanted to her for them to get their rocks off. They would not care about her pleasure, unless it suited them to see her come.
When he reached his house, he quickly picked her up and brought her into the house. He went into the basement and through the hidden passage. He undid the ropes, stripped her naked and tied her down to the table, blindfolding her before he left. He gave her another dose of the sedative to keep her asleep while he cleaned things up. He went back through the passage, making sure everything was back in place and undetectable. Before he left, he stripped off his clothes and put them in a plastic bag with the clothes he took off the girl.
When he got upstairs, he put on a pair of disposable overalls. He went out to the van and thoroughly vacuumed the interior. He scrubbed the exterior with a special soap, which removed the white paint, restoring it to its true color of dark green. He was very proud of the paint. He had developed it himself. Plain water, or even water with car soap in it, would do nothing to the paint. However, add a special solvent in with a liquid detergent and the paint easily washed off. He could paint the van any color he wished. It took less than two hours to mask the windows and other spots, then about three hours to paint it. He had some heat lamps set up in the barn to help everything dry. Once it had heated for about eight hours. It was hard to distinguish it from the real thing. If he did nothing to it, the paint would last about six weeks before it would start to fade.
He also had insignias and car names from a number of different vans. People tend to believe a vehicle is a Chevy if it has a Chevy insignia, even if it looks like a Ford to them. After washing the van and rinsing the paint completely down a sewer grate, he replaced the real plates and the actual insignia. The man took her purse and checked the ID. Donna Parker, age 18. Even older than he thought. Oh well, she would have to do. High school senior, library card, $22, some pics of her with her mom and dad, an older couple – grandparents maybe, and a few girl friends. He had found a cell phone on her when he first grabbed her. It looked like a basic, emergency use only phone, rather than the sophisticated phones most teens carry these days. However, he would not take a chance it could be traced. He had stomped on it and tossed it in a garbage on the way to the van.
He took the cash. The rest of the stuff, he put in the plastic bag with the other items. He took everything out into the yard and threw it in the campfire pit. He soaked it with gasoline and lit it up. He took off the disposable overalls and threw it in the fire as well. He went into the house and put on the jeans and flannel shirt hanging just inside the back door. He pulled on a pair of old boots and went back outside. He stirred up the fire to see how everything was burning. The girls’ shoes were still identifiable, so he put more gas on them. Then he added a bunch of smaller brush, then several larger pieces of wood. When he was satisfied that the fire would burn any remaining remnants, he went back in the house.
He opened a can of chili and put it on the stove to heat up. He grabbed a can of beer and finished it up before the chili was ready. When the food was warm enough, he ate it right out of the pan. Then he changed again, this time into a pair of leather pants and vest. He put on a ski mask then went down to wake Donna up and begin her training. That was four days ago and he had just finished the first part of her training. Beat them into submission and show them what happens when they don’t obey his commands. The next part of training is to isolate her. Other than giving her instructions, most of which will be in writing, she will have no contact with him. He will leave the lights on very bright when he wants her awake. He will make the room pitch black when he wants her to sleep.
She will get two meals a day. Each meal will contain items she can set aside for a later time. It is always interesting to see how long it takes them to figure it out and start saving food and if they just set it aside or try to hide it. She has water available to drink anytime. He will not give her any utensils. He has found that the younger the child is, the quicker they revert to a primitive eating style. If she does not keep herself clean, she will get another wash with the hose and ice water, when the isolation period is over.
Soon it will be time for her to sleep again. He had put a sedative in her food that would help her to do that. Her body will need time to heal from his ministrations with the whip and the cane. Her mind will need time to grasp her situation.
He turned off the lights. He had to get to his job in town. He was working this afternoon at the feed store. Like many farmers in the area, he worked part time once the fields had been planted. Not that he needed the money, since selling girls brought in quite a bit of money. He got $100,000 to $150,000 for each girl and he sold between seven and ten girls each year. In the off season, he hired out as a mover. The road travel allowed him time to look for girls even further from home. He had a special compartment in his truck that he used to hide them. Anyway, he got ready and left. He would be gone for about six hours. He had the camera set up so he could access it from his phone. The camera had an infrared setting so he could see her even in the dark. He checked on her several times while he was gone and she did not move from the bed.
When he got home, he had some of the pizza he had picked up. He had a beer, then took a shower. He checked the camera to see how Donna was doing. She was still sleeping, so he went to his room and read for a bit, then went to sleep. He woke up around six am. He fixed himself some breakfast and took his time eating it. When he was done, he made a large bowl of oatmeal, some toast and jelly, a glass of milk and some cookies. He had left her a note last night saying she should place her tray with the dirty dishes on the floor by the door. She was to always place her tray there when she was done with the meal. If she did not, she would not get her next meal. She would see the note when she woke up.
While the oatmeal was cooking, he turned on the lights and checked the computer. After the lights were on for a few minutes, she woke up. She used the toilet and rinsed her hands in the sink. When she looked around, she spotted the note. She picked it up and read it then went over to the table, picked up the tray and set it on the floor near the door.
To be continued......
This is part 1 of my first attempt. More parts to follow. Keep on reading as the story takes an unexpected twist.
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