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Kidnapped Without Ransom (Billiam & Anna)

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Amy made her way out of school feeling pretty wonderful. It promised to be one hell of a weekend. Halloween was the next day, and there was a huge party at Kelly's house, whose parents were apparently out of town all weekend. At home, Amy had her maid uniform hanging up in her closet, ready to be worn to stun all those who looked upon her. But there was just one set of eyes she cared about - Kevin's. She'd had her eyes on him since September and every other girl knew it. Anyone who took him from her would suffer her wrath for the rest of the school year.

Of course, like anyone else, her life had its difficulties as well. As great as everything was at school, home life tended to be pretty disappointing. Her parents were likely to be gone most of the day at work, so she was on her own for dinner as usual. She never really looked forward to going home. It was almost always empty, and a house as big as hers - the kind that required maids to clean it properly - felt doubly empty and depressing. School was fun because she was surrounded by friends and admirers. Parties, the mall, the movies, these were all great. But something about her own home seemed to be almost painfully lonely.

All these thoughts and more were spinning through her head as she wandered down the sidewalk slowly, her bag slung over one shoulder. Her curly hair blowing gently in the breeze, as was her plaid uniform skirt. Her heels clicked softly against the concrete, alerting anyone nearby to her presence.
 
(OCC: my pic is my avatar)
Name: Annabelle Morris
Age: 35
Hair: Long Red Hair
Height 5' 5"
Weight: 110 lbs.
Breasts: 38 B
Body type: Slender but toned

Annabelle Morris was once a successful business woman she sold her very successful company for a lot of money. And, thanks to some good investments she turned it into even more money. She had everything she wanted but there was one more thing she wanted. She wanted a young girl as her sex slave. She went about building the perfect dungeon in the basement of her home. It was completely soundproof, there was a small room that just consisted of a bed, a small bathroom with a shower, then there was the main room there was a bed on one side of the room, a pair of shackles hung from the ceiling in the middle of the room and a pair of shackles rested on the floor embedded in the concrete floor. On the other side of the room was a cabinet that held very sexual devices. And the door could only be opened with a 4 digit code of her choosing.

Once the dungeon was done, she set out to find her slave. After a few weeks of looking she found her. Annabelle first saw Amy as she was walking home from school. She then started to follow Amy. She also used her wealth to learn everything she could about Amy. After a month, Annabelle knew it was time to clam her slave. Annabelle was driving in her car when she saw Amy walking home she pulled up to the sidewalk and got out of her car. Annabelle was wearing a very nice business suit she walked up to Amy and said, "Excuse me, I think I'm lost. Can you help me with some directions?"
 
Amy snapped out of her daze and found herself face to face with a gorgeous woman. She looked up at her with a soft smile and over at her car, admiring the way the vehicle seemed to match the woman's appearance - just as lovely. Not that she was into that kind of thing, but it was easy enough to recognize beauty in all forms. "Yeah, I know it can be a little complicated navigating the city sometimes. Where are you trying to go??"
 
Annabelle smiled and without saying a world she shoved a needle into Amy's arm and with in a moment Amy was out cold. Annabelle picked the young girl up and put her in the backseat of her car. She picked up Amy's things, covered her with a blanket and head home. Amy was still asleep when they got back to Annabelle's house. She took the young girl downstairs. She took her to the center of the dungon and put her arms in the shackles over her head and her ankles in the shackles attacted to the floor. Then, she turned off all the lights except for a spotlight over Amy's head. Then Annabelle went upstars to wait for her slave to wake up.
 
She never saw the assault coming. One moment, she was upright, smiling, helpful, eager. The next, knocked out in the back of some random woman's car. She took a long while to rouse, the drug apparently having quite the powerful effect on her system. When she did finally come to, she found her body was not responding terribly well to her commands. She attempted to rub the sore spot on her arm only to find out that both her arms were shackled in place. An attempt to shift her position revealed the same about her ankles. Immediately red lights were going off in the girl's head. She was almost certain this had something to do with her rich parents, and she was more than happy to give them whatever they wanted, she just wanted to get out. She began to whimper and cry out to anyone who could hear her. "Hello?? Hello!! Please... someone..."

The position of her body made it difficult to get comfortable, and her arms and legs quickly became sore being extended as they were.
 
Annabelle watched from her office as Amy started to stir. She smiled and walked back downstairs. Amy could hear the door open but didn't see Annabelle's face untill she walked into the light. "Hello, Amy," said Annabelle in a soft sultrly tone, "My name is Annabelle... But you can call me Misstress... I've brought you here for a very imporant reason. You see, I've chosen you to be my sex slave." Annabelle then starte to walk around Amy as she stood there in the middle of the floor. "You have very nice taste in footwear..." Annabelle then unfastened the buckles on Amy's shoes and then removed them. Because of how Amy was hanging removing her shoes forced her to stand on her tiptoes.
 
Unfortunately, the only person to answer the girl's call was the very woman who'd put her in this situation in the first place. She whimpered at the sight of her and looked down at the floor, hoping if she kept silent and passive she would eventually leave her alone. "My father, he can pay you to get me back... anything you want!" It immediately became clear that this was not the intention as her "Mistress" revealed her true intentions. Her jaw nearly hit the floor and her eyes went wide. "Y-You're what???" She blushed a bright red and began to cry softly. She was so stunned by the announcement that she simply shifted as the woman took away her shoes. Sure enough, she was left wobbling pathetically on her toes in order to keep the cuffs from cutting into her sensitive wrists.
 
Annabelle stood up and looked at her slave in the eyes. "Now, Amy... We can do this the easy way and you can submit to me now or I can force you to submit to me." Annabelle continued to walk around her new slave. "Now, I can be a very nice caring person. But, if you cross me, I can be a stone cold Bitch..." She looked Amy right in the eyes, "What is it going to be, Amy?"
 
Amy's breathing had become slightly shallow and she continued to stare at the ground in disbelief, sniffling softly as she listened to the woman threaten her with... something... if she didn't submit quickly. She shuddered slightly as the bizarre lady prowled around her like a creature toying with its prey. She looked at her with fear in her eyes. "What happens if I... "submit" to you? What would being your sex slave include...?" She seemed almost looking for an excuse to agree, if only so that she could avoid getting hurt. That was the last thing she wanted - she hated conflict and she hated violence.
 
Annabelle smiled when Amy asked what being her sex slave include. Annabelle went back to walking around Amy, "You would live your days down here I would have sex with you three times a day. You'd get fed good meals three times a day. You will wear what I tell you to wear. You'll be allowed to exersice an hour a day. Plus, if you continue to be good you'll get other rewards." Annabelle waited for Amy's response.
 
For the most part this sounded absolutely horrible, and yet deep down there was also a part of her, somewhere in the shadows of her soul, that actually sounded really interesting and arousing. She took a deep breath, closing her eyes for a few moment. "W-Will you ever let me go?" She hoped that just maybe if she'd play along, the woman would eventually send her back home. Not that she was likely to release her any time soon, but even if it was a year or more down the road, it was surely better than whatever kind of tortures a woman like this could cook up.
 
Annabelle shook her head, "No, my pet, your old life is now over. You will belong with me for the rest of our lives together." Annabelle was getting wet in anticapation of stripping this girl infront of her and fucking her with a strap on dildo, "You should hurry up and make your choice... Before I make it for you..."
 
"Eep!" She jumped a little bit at the threat, nearly losing her footing and having to quickly regain it. "U-U-Umm..." She took one more deep breath and looked in the general direction of the woman's voice and sighed "Alright, I'll... I'll do it. I'll be your sex slave... um, Mistress..." The word sounded so strange. It was so foreign to her and yet it seemed to slip out of her mouth with ease. And her heart seemed oddly comfortable with the drastic life-change. "Just please... Don't hurt me"
 
Annabelle smiled, "As long as you do what you are told... I won't hurt you..." Annabelle then walked right up to the girls face and placed her lips agaist Amy's in a kiss. "Now, my dear, it is time for you to start your new life." Annabelle walked into the darkness and came back with a pair of scissors. "As much as I love you in that outfit, I have to cut it off of you."

Annabelle then reached up and untied the tie around Amy's neck and dropped it to the floor. Then she unbuttoned each button of Amy's cardigan and cut down each sleave and then it dropped to the floor. She repeated the process with Amy's blouse and then she placed the sisscors in the waistband of the skirt and cut down. And soon Amy was hanging there in her bra, panties, and stockings. Annabelle then went back to walking around Amy to get a good look at the kind of underwear her slave was wearing.
 
Despite her willingness to submit, she quickly found herself regretting her decision and weeping softly. The kiss was certainly nice, butin moments she could only watch in frustration and horror as the woman cut away her beloved uniform piece by piece finally cementing the idea that she was not going home.

Unsurprisingly for a rich girl, the underwear was the finest quality lingerie, dark black and lacy. The realization of what she was now wearing hit her and she blushed softly. Oh, god, now she probably thinks I'm some huge slut who gets off on all this...
 
Annabelle smiled, as she looked at the young girl standing front of her. "Very nice... You know as a reward for submitting to me, I'm going to let you keep your underwear and your shoes. But the stockings have to go," Annabelle then cut the stockings off the young girl and then placed the shoes back on Amy's feet. "Now, I'm sure you are hungry and would like something to eat. But first lets get you settled in your new room."

Annabelle then released Amy from her chains and took Amy to her new room. The room was quite bare there was a simple bed, a toliet, a sink, and a shower stall with clear glass surounding it. Annabelle then sat Amy down on the bed, "So, what would you like for dinner, my pet?"
 
The girl was certainly grateful with being freed from her chains, but almost immediately she lost her positive attitude again. Back home, her room was gigantic, with a four post bed and posters all over and a big walk-in closet and her own bathroom and shower. This was... almost insulting. The reality of her enslavement was bearing down on her hard and as soon as she touched the bed and lay down on her side, curling up slightly and beginning to whimper and cry again. "I-I... I... I d-d-don't know..." She sniffled softly and shook her head.
 
Annabelle held onto the girls hand. "I know this must be tough for you. But, if you are very, very, good you and I will see the world together. Now, I'm going to make us some dinner and I'll be back shortly, OK?" She kiss Amy on the cheek and head upstairs. Annabelle locked the door on Amy's room before she left.
 
For a moment, Amy just stood there and watched the woman leave in disbelief, but it was the next moment that really threw her for a loop. She sat up on the edge of her bed and groaned, her hands flopping into her lap. One of her hands grazed against her panties. Her initial reaction was to be grateful she still had an ounce of cover, but it was quickly replaced by supreme shock. They were... wet!! It wasn't a lot, but something about all this had lit some kind of fire of excitement and arousal inside her, as miniscule as it might be. Could it possibly be true...?? She pushed herself up from the bed and stood in front of the small mirror over her sink and looked at herself. Her face was flushed a bright red from embarrassment, but could it also be arousal as well?
 
Annabelle made Amy some grilled chicken, oven roasted potatoes and a green salad. She fixed Amy's plate and put it on a tray. She also poured a glass of water for Amy. She then brought the food down to her slave. "Dinner's Ready," said Annabelle, as she walked into the room.
 
She had returned to her place on the bed and sat around impatiently, unsure what to do with herself in such a tiny, boring room. Eventually, her Mistress did return, and with a pretty delicious looking meal. She felt her stomach growl and was suddenly glad that she was being fed. She took the plate from her with a small nervous smile and nodded "Um, thank you, Mistress..." She took a few bites and seemed pleased with the results. "Um, what exactly am I supposed to do down in this room anyway? It's just that there's really nothing to do..." She prayed that being so new meant she was allowed to ask somewhat more annoying and probing questions.
 
Annabelle pretend to think for a moment. She already knew the answer and then she said, "I'll tell you what, after dinner we are going to have sex for the first time. If you are a good girl and don't fight back, I will reward you with a choice of ways to keep you entertained here in your room. OK?"
 
She swallowed dramatically, nodding her head. She was not a stranger to the affections of the body, but being a sex slave made it seem so much dirtier than ever before. Still, she once again felt that strange arousal that she was certain she shouldn't be feeling. If someone kidnapped you, held you against your will, and had sex with you at any time they wanted, that was completely and utterly wrong, yes? So why was her body reacting so positively. "I... I understand Mistress..." She tried to eat a little slower, but try as she might, the food was eventually gone.
 
Annabelle smiled as Amy finshed her dinner. She took the young girls hand and said, "Don't worry my pet. I'll be gentle with you. They walked out to the dungon and Annabelle turned on the lights and Amy saw the large four post bed Annabelle set her down on the bed and started to take off her jacket. "I've done a lot of research into you but there was one thing I couldn't find out... Are you a virgin?"
 
Her heart was thumping so loudly she could swear that she could hear it in her ears. She almost seemed to be running on autopilot as the woman led her out of the smaller room and set her down on the bed. She was a little bit weirded out that Annabelle seemed to know so much about her, and had gone to lengths to "research" her, but she was grateful to know that at least her sexual activity was still a mystery. She finally shook her head and looked at her, wondering if that would be a problem. "N-No... Though I've never done anything with a girl before... Er... a woman, I mean..."
 
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