Kidnapped into Slavery (Ryanmo97 x Radiant)

[Ryanmo97]

Ryan Morris
Age: 35
Height: 5' 11"
Weight: 195 lbs.
Hair: Brown
Eyes: Hazel
Body Type: Athletic.

Ryan looked around at his dungeon and decided that it was time to put his plan into action. He made a small fortune thanks to some good investments and was able to retire early. So he decided that he wanted a sex slave. He went about building the perfect dungeon in the basement.Once the dungeon was done, He set out to find his slave. Sure he could have found someone who would be willing to be his slave but he wanted to break her.

After a few weeks of looking he found her. He saw her leaving her work with a group of friends one afternoon. Then, he set about following her and learning all he could about her. He found out her name was Jenna Anderson, she was 28 years old, she was a buyer for a big retail company and she had beautiful red hair. He knew what time she worked and what time she left. He also knew that she'd be staying late that night as she usually did on Friday nights. He followed her to her car staying in the shadows. Then when she reached her car, he came up behind her and grabbed her. He forced her too the ground and in no time she was blindfolded, gagged and tied up. He picked her up and put her in the trunk of her car and drove off.

 

[Radiant]

The road was bumpy, jostling the woman at every turn. She had long since exhausted what voice she had beneath the gag, her breaths coming in shallow, dizzying pants. Moaning, she thought of her survival training and mourned. No one could account for this sort of occurrence! If only she could see some light…anything that might give an indication of her direction. The tactful business woman prided herself on intelligence and resourcefulness. She was on top because she faced every situation with a cool collected air that left her competitors speechless. However the car had long since strayed from the uniform layout of the city. She knew they weren’t on a main road anymore.

How could this have happened to her? In her company, there were plenty of ‘office sluts’, but she certainly was not one of them. Her attire was immaculate and professional. No skirts, and hardly any heel to be spoken of. Secretly, she loved being five-foot one. People looked down on her only to realize that she was on the highest tier of the business world.

The woman barely registered the car coming to a slow halt. How long had it been? Two hours…three? Her hands and feet ached from continuous struggle against her restraints, and she felt the smallest amount of spit leak between her lips as she fought to steady her breathing. Kicking herself, she realized that she had spent most of her energy hopelessly trying to escape, rather than save it. She prayed that her fate was not to die alone in the trunk of a car…though the logical part of her screamed that that might be the case. It wasn’t hard to imagine people wanted her dead. People who could take her spot. The thought was enough to make her panic, and she renewed her struggles.

 

[Ryanmo97]

It took a couple of hours to get back to his place. He easily picked up her struggling body up out of the trunk and carried her down to the dungeon. He took her to the center of the room and started to chain her up. He untied her arms and then put them in a set of shackles that hung from the ceiling. Then he untied her ankles and put them into the set of shackles attached to the floor. Then he removed her gag and blindfold. She got her first look at her kidnapper but not much else in the room. There was a spot light that shown down on her from over head. Then he started to walk around her to get a good look at the clothes she was wearing. "Hello, Jenna..." he said as he walked... "Welcome to your new home..."

 

[Radiant]

The spotlight was almost too much to bare after hours of darkness. Dark green eyes closed against the harsh light, but curiosity made them open and focus on her kidnapper. The cold metal bit into her skin and made anger flush through her veins. The way he looked at her…The man was foreign to her. She doubted she had ever seen him before. “You bastard!” Her voice was raspy, but her tone still bit with intensity. “You think you can talk to me…like we’re old friends?! Like I’m a dog that you graciously picked up off the street? This is not my home, you fucking idiot.” Jenna was beside herself in fury, and she whipped her head around as much as she could. The chains made it hard to move at all, but it was manageable. The pressure of her hands above her head forced a button of her simple black and white blouse to come undone, showing a hint of her cleavage beneath. She had worn flats today, for which she was grateful, but the form-fitting black capris were giving her trouble in this stretched position. They already sat low on her hips…but her hipbones barely kept them from sliding earlier. She cursed not staying at home long enough to locate her belt.

 

[Ryanmo97]

"You see... that's where you are wrong, Jenna..." he said as he continued to walk around her. He was wearing a red flannel shirt with a white t-shirt under it, a pair of blue jeans and sneakers. " I've brought you here for one reason and one reason only... You are going to be my sex slave..." he reached into his pocket and took out a pair of scissors... "Now... We can do this the easy way or the hard way." Ryan knew she woun't willingly submit but he decided to give her one last chance to make a choice for herself.