(quitefancy and L337GAM3R)

[quitefancy]

It had taken two men, a pair of handcuffs and a shot of some sedative to get Willow out of her cage. After being snatched off of the street a few days previous, Willow had lost all sense of where she was and all track of time. She measured time based mostly off of how long it took the pain of the most recent rape to wear off. When she had gone numb, she knew it had been long enough that she'd be able to move about without too much pain.

When they came for her again, just as every time before, Willow fought tooth and nail. She was no match for two hulking men and a syringe however, and was out very quickly. They loaded her into a large duffle bag, then carried herout to the waiting car to transport her. She didn't know it, but she was now moving onto the next stage in the training process. When she awoke, it was to darkness. She was too groggy to move and too parched to scream, so she lay silently, eventually growing accustomed to the movement of what she assumed was the car she was in.

She was jolted out of her calm when she was lifted abruptly from the car and heard muffled voices speaking around her. They'd arrived at their destination and she was about to be deposited at the feet of her new master. She didn't know that however, and instead was sure that she was being taken somewhere to be killed. When she felt herself be set down on the floor, her body tensed and she readied herself to attack, if necessary. She was of a slight build and petite frame, so there wasn't always a lot she could do to defend herself, but it was certainly worth the attempt.

After a few moments, she heard the sound of the zipper being pulled down and light poured into the dark bag. She blinked and flinched abruptly, covering her face with her hands, which were still cuffed together, and moaning slightly. The effects of the drug were such that her eyes were sensitive to light at first, and she was unable to see much of her surroundings, beyond blurred shapes moving above her.

 

[L337GAM3R]

Smiling as the two large associates of his walked in with a black duffel bag Jason sighed. "I do hope you brought my whole fee this time, I won't train your sluts if you don't pay me." Jason was what was known in his circles as an occupational trainer, a man who can break any woman heart, body and mind. The two men pulled a manila envelope from one of their jacket pockets and handed it to Jason. Opening the envelope Jason pulled out a piece of paper with instructions written on it, as well as a stack of green bills. Fanning the money out Jason counted it twice assuring his full payment was there. Content with the payment he had received Jason waved the two men out of his home. "You two have done your job, leave the case please." The shorter of the two men dropped a black leather brief case to the floor. With a chuckle the two of them walked out of the building they had taken the girl into and got into their car to drive away into the morning sun.

Jason was accustomed to waking early for work, but today was exceptionally early, it was only nine in the morning, looking down at the girl in the duffel bag Jason scoffed and shook his head. "This isn't the worst they've done to one of my jobs." Said Jason as he pulled the small piece of paper into the light so he could read the scrawling upon it. Sighing Jason looked back at the money in his other hand.

"Wow, you must be going to someone who likes get really nasty." The list on the paper was almost all inclusive for every kink known to man, even some of the more far fetched ones were listed as "at the trainers discretion." Jason was known for his excellent work with making the kidnapped girls brought to him excellent pets. From a passive cum dumpster to a begging slut who would strut naked through an old folks home just for a chance to get laid. Casting his blue eyes on the young girl he smiled. "Welcome to your knew home, my warehouse." Jason wasn't joking when he spoke of his home, it was an old warehouse in the business district of the urban city they lived in; it was abandoned of course, as were two of the neighboring buildings, which made its location prime for this young mans work.

 

[quitefancy]

Willow heard the men talking, heard her captors leave and heard someone else, a new person in the equation, speaking as well. Her gut told her to get out of the bag, to defend herself, but she was frozen with fear. Instead of sitting upright and taking in her surroundings, she tried to move as little as possible and indeed, probably wouldn't have been able to move even if she'd wanted to.

After some time, she lifted her head slightly, poking it out of the bag. Her red curls were dissheveled covering much of her face. Slowly she sat upright, wincing slightly and wrapping her arms around her naked torso. "Why did they bring me here? I thought they were going to kill me," she admitted, rubbing her palms over her arms. Despite having no reason at all to trust this man, she felt inclined to do so because he hadn't spent the past few days violating her and laughing at her when she cried.

 

[L337GAM3R]

Jason looked at the redhead closely, standing a foot or two away from her. Smiling he shook his head and chuckled. "No lass, they weren't going to kill you. They like I answer to a few higher people who would not have their merchandise killed. Bad for business you know." Jason held his hand out to her with a soft smile on his face. "Come on lass, let's have a look at you." He said as he moved closer to the bag in the middle of the large open warehouse floor. The windows were boarded around the room, the light came from the bulbs high in the rafters.

Jason was only nice at the moment because she did not seem like she would resist much to him simply looking at her. Sometimes the men would bring him girls with severe wounds, or bound and gagged, even some with clothes on. With her in the duffel bag he couldn't look at her the way he needed to to decide where he had to start. Some girls it was mentally breaking them, then physically, others were vice versa.

 

[quitefancy]

Willow gave him a long look, which was mixed with suspicion and hope. Perhaps he wasn't going to be quite so violent with her, maybe even let her go! When he was close enough, she reached out and took his hand, using it to help lift herself from the floor. She winced visibly, her body aching all over and especially so between the legs.

She dropped her hand from his quickly and used both of them to cover herself, while her hair was just long enough to cover her breasts. She appeared to favour her left foot, because at some point while she was in her captor's care, someone had stepped on her right, bruising it severely and possibly even breaking it. All she knew was that it throbbed with pain, so she tried to keep her weight off of it.

"Who are you?" She inquired as she looked around, taking in her surroudings. Her eyes, deep green and troubled, flashed around the space, noting that it was all very empty.

 

[L337GAM3R]

Jason watched as she covered herself, shaking his head he let out a light "tsk tsk" and reached up gently pulling her hands and hair off of her breasts. "Hands at your sides please." He said as he smiled softly. Taking note of her foot he couldn't help but realize she would be here for a while and he would have to hold back on her petite frame, she was easily injured.

As she asked his name he shook his head again. "No names, not this soon at least, it may be rude but let's save that for a while. If you want to call me something call me sir, or even coach." He smiled and looked her over his light blue eyes dancing over her pale skin and soft curves. Most men would say she looked like a prepubescent teenager, though to him, he liked the look over her. She looked at least sixteen, and though not a full grown woman had a beauty about her. He could see why the kidnappers had chose her.

 

[quitefancy]

Willow looked confused for a few moments, but complied. She pressed her palms against her thighs, her cheeks burning hotly in embarassment. She'd never been so exposed in front of someone before she'd been kidnapped a few days before. Now she felt like her body was constantly on display. She had curves that she was still very uncomfortable with, that her mother called her 'baby fat', which she'd prefer not be on display for all to see.

It was often that people thought she was considerably younger than she actually was. "And what will you call me? Slut, like they did?" she asked, squinting her eyes at him and pulling some hair anxiously over her shoulder. She forgot her instructions to keep her arms by her side for a few moments and twisted her finger in her hair, a nervous habit she'd developed years ago.

 

[L337GAM3R]

Jason watched her for a moment, some training and even some workout would be in order to get her fit for her new owner in the time frame he wanted it was going to be hard. Reaching up he pulled her hand back down to her side, his hands grasping at her wrist. "I don't know what I am going to call you yet. It could be girl, or whore, I don't know." Jason walked up to her and shook his head. "They obviously didn't let you get a shower did they, brutes." Jason sighed and looked down at her foot. "How bad does that hurt?" He asked intently looking at the dark purple colored foot of hers.

Jason took a good look over her body, walking around her slowly once and inspecting her back and rear. Sighing he shook his head and looked back at the girl. "We should get you cleaned up and wrap that foot before we start doing anything else." He said as he shook his head. This was going to delay him a little since he wouldn't work her on a completely broken foot.

 

[quitefancy]

Willow was quiet and still as she was examined. "No, they didn't," she responded. "I haven't showered in a long time," she said, clearly feeling disgusted about that little detail of her captivity. "It's really painful. I can't put much weight on it. I think I just didn't get out of the way in time and someone stepped on me. I can't really remember," she said with a shrug. She couldn't remember the exact time when she'd been injured, which only went to show the level of trauma she'd endured during her time there.

"I'd greatly appreciate that sir," she replied, automatically adopting a term of respect because so far, he'd been kinder to her than anyone else had.