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The Taking (Ryanmo97 x loneiysong)

Ryanmo97

Ryanmo97

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In a world similar to ours, there are three classes, The Upper Class, the Lower Class and slaves. The Upper Class consists of people who have over $10,000,000. The Lower Class consists of people under who have under $10,000,000. The slaves were the property and sometimes mates of the Upper Class. The slaves became slaves one of two ways. One way was by becoming bankrupt and sold into slavery. The other way was being captured in an event called The Taking. Every year, during a twelve hour period from 6 PM to 6 AM anyone from the Upper Class can choose to take anyone from the Lower Class and make them their slave.

And Now on with our story...

Ryan Morris
Age: 35
Height: 5' 11"
Weight: 195 lbs.

Ryan was a self-made millionaire. Due to some great investments, he was able to make a lot of money and retire early. He build a cabin in the woods with all the amenities, full electricity, Satellite TV and Internet. He also raised chickens and planted a garden for food. He only went to town once a week to get other food. He enjoyed his life but he missed having female companionship. So, he decided to take advantage of the upcoming Taking and find a woman to make her his mate.

He packed his stuff and headed to a city, a good distance from his cabin. He walked around the office buildings to look for the woman he wanted for his mate. He always had a thing for women in business suits. To him, they looked very sexy and smart, plus it would be fun to take a woman who's used to being in charge of her own life and force her to become a mountain man's wife and the mother of his children. He didn't stand out, he looked like a regular tourist taking pictures of the big city.
 
Beatrice McDonalds, or Bea as she was to the Upper Class, those she was soon to join, was a self made girl. One who didn't cowtow and one who could hold her own. One with a buisness mind, and knew when to listen to her gut and to drive ahead.

She knew what tonight was, and had tried to reach Upper Class and was sadly just a few hundred short. Taking her suitcase, she stood up, and shook all of her fellow workmen hands. She went out and locked up tight as was customary. She was on her way home and knew that if she was caught by any Upper Class her ass was Grass. SHe bit her lip and gripped her hands tightly together waiting for her ride home. She bit her lip and waited praying nothing bad happened.

Bea owned her own business that made and sold artificial organs that were so realistic that the donor list was becoming a thing of the past. She stood at 5'5, had a figure everyone loved.
 
When Ryan saw Bea, a few weeks before he knew she was perfect. He took a couple of pictures of her without her knowledge. Then, he followed her to her office. Using the pictures and the address of her work, he used the Lower Class Database to find out everything he need to know about Bea before The Taking. He ordered a whole wardrobe of new clothes for her.

The rules for The Taking were pretty simple. You could take one person a year, if you sign up. A few days before The Taking, the government issued the people taking part in The Taking a gold bracelet that was kind of like a handcuff. All the person had to do was slap the bracelet around the wrist of the person they were taking and it was done. Afterwards, the person would have to take the person caught to a Processing Center to transfer control of the person to their new owner. No laws could be broken to Take someone. Other that anything else was legal.

Ryan registered for Uber and the second he saw her face pop up for a ride he took it. He pulled up in front of Bea's office and saw her there. He looked at the clock and saw it was about 5 minutes to 6. He rolled down the window, "Hi, You must be Bea.. Hop in... It's almost 6..."
 
She saw the car pull up and looked at him and smiled. "Thanks." She got in the backseat and crossed her legs. No one at work knew that she wasn't technically an Upperclass. She carried herself like one, she knew how to run a business like one and she was never caught acting like a Lower Class. Only someone with access to some restricted knowledge or had very high friends would know her secret. She bit her lip and looked at him and frowned.

"I am not worried about 6. I never partake in it though." She smiled to him. "I just don't own a car." She lied as smoothly as once could.
 
Ryan smiled as she got in the car. During the time he followed her he saw how she acted. She had the perfect act to be an Upper Class. It was no wonder that no one had taken her. But, he knew better. When she told him that she didn't take part in The Taking, he breathed a sight of relief, "That's good... Although, I wouldn't mind being taking by you." He smiled and started to drive away.

The ride was pretty quiet he had the radio on when a tone came over the radio, then there was a voice, "Ladies and Gentleman... The Taking has begun..." Ryan pulled the car off to the side of the street. He turned and said, "Beatrice McDonalds," he took the bracelet out of his pocket, "You've just been Taken." He grabbed her right arm and got ready to slap the bracelet around her wrist.
 
She sighed and looked out her window. She looked at him and chuckled and shook her head. She gasped as he pulled over and jerked back and struggled as he grabbed her wrist. When she saw the gold bracelet she knew he was official, knew he knew about her. She clenched her jaw and snarled hard. When a person signed up for the taking, they usually knew who they wanted to take and had it cleared. She shivered and looked at him and frowned.

"I was only a few hundred away...." She said through clenched teeth.
 
Ryan smiled, "Yeah... you were... But now your mine..." Ryan slapped the bracelet around Bea's wrist. "Don't worry," he said, "I'll take very good care of you." They drove a short distance to a Processing Center. He walked around and took Bea by the hand and lead her inside. It was fairly early so there wasn't much of a line. When it was their turn the woman behind the counter said, "Name?"

"Ryan Morris." he said.

Then she looked at Bea, "Please hand over all of your personal information, everything with your name on it..."
 
She clenched her jaw and her fists shook in rage. All the way down to the processing center. She jerked her hands out of his and her arm every time he made a grab for her. She didn't look at him and didn't speak to him. When they came forward, she looked at the woman with a glare. She didn't move. She stood stiff spined. Her briefcase had a lock on it and her id was hidden on her person. She was not going to give shit over.
 
When Bea didn't move the woman sighed. There was one every year... some Lower Class on the brink of advancing got taken. "Miss... you can make everything easier on yourself if you just comply. Otherwise, we'll have to forceibly strip you. Now, please hand over everything."
 
"This is bullshit. I made more than you do and here you are looking at me and threatening me. All because this jack off thinks that what I might look like naked is worth ruining my life." She reached down her shirt and took out her wallet and threw it at the lady's face and brought up her briefcase and slammed it on the desk and crossed her arms and looked away.
 
The woman looked at Ryan, "Got yourself a little spit fire there huh?"

Ryan smiled, "Yeah... I guess I do..."

The woman looked at Bea's idea and put the information into the computer, "All right, Beatrice McDonald." She looked at Ryan, "What is her new status, slave or mate?"

"Mate," said Ryan.

"Okay, then we'll skip the spaying during her processing," said the woman. All slaves were required to be spayed or neutered during processing, unless they were going to be mates. "Do you have some clothes for her once she changes out of her suit?"

"Yeah, Here they are right here," Ryan handed the woman the case.

"Okay," said the woman, "She has personal and Business assets what would you like to do with them?"

"Liquidate all her personal assets and put them in this account." he handed the woman his bank account information, "The business assets are to be merged with The Morris Organization."

"All right, everything is all set," said the woman, "Well get her processed and you can take her home."

Ryan smiled, "Great..."

The woman pressed a button and a couple of women came out and took Beatrice into one of the processing rooms. There was a shower and a phone. There was a plastic bin on the floor. "You are allowed to call your family if you want to," said one of the woman, "Afterword, Take off all your clothes and shower. Then you'll be given the new clothes your Master has provided for you..."
 
She grit her teeth. She could only guess what this man had in mind for her. Leaning her head back she rolled her head trying to ease the tension in her neck while he talked to the processing clerk. This was just her luck. She couldn't practice her self defense she taught herself, that was breaking the law. She couldnt' even argue that since they liquidated all of her possessions, she was now Upper Class. She walked to the back with the women. When they reached out to guide her, she jerked away and snarled a warning not to touch her. It was in her right. If she cooperated, she was given the right of not being touched unless her master gave the order otherwise.

Taking off her clothes, she raised the soft fabric to her face one last time and took in a deep breath of the fancy soap of her independence. Dropping it into the trash, she walked past the phone, and took a shower. She soon stepped out dryiing off and brushing her hair back and waited for the change of clothes. She didn't talk, she didn't cry, and she didn't barter. She didn't say anything to the women. She kept everything to herself and loked ahead.
 
Once Bea was done with the shower. One of the women handed Bea the suitcase that Ryan provided. There was a long purple dress that would reach to a little above her ankles. It was cut low enough to show a hint of cleavage and the sleeves went halfway between her shoulder and elbow. There was a purple satin and lace bra with matching bikini cut panties and matching garter belt. There were white stockings and a pair of black Mary Jane pumps. The women waited for Bea to dress so they could take her back out to her master.
 
She looked at the clothes. At least they weren't what most people were given. Taking the clothes, she dressed in everything and felt a chill roll down her spine when everything fit correctly. How long had this man been watching her. Had he waited until the year right before she became upper class. She felt anger boil in the pit of her stomach as she stood up and walked out with the women keeping her face and body language unreadable. One of her many tricks as a buisnesswoman. She was a brick wall when she wanted to be.
 
Ryan smiled when Bea came out... "You look great..." he said, He gave Bea a kiss on the cheek, "Let's get going... We have a bit of a drive ahead of us." Ryan took Bea by the hand and lead her back out to the car. He opened the passenger side door for her and waited for her to get in.
 
They traveled up into the mountains. They turned down a dirt driveway and traveled about a half mine until they came up to a two story modern looking log cabin deep in the woods. "Welcome home," said Ryan as he got out of the car and walked around to Bea's door.
 
"Come on inside and I'll give you the grand tour." Ryan took Bea's hand and led her up the steps that lead to the porch. Ryan opened the door for her and they walked right into the living room. The room was tastefully decorated, a flat screen TV, fireplace, a couple of couches and a few area rugs. There was a very nice kitchen with an island cook top. Next to the kitchen was a small dinning area with a nice sized table that would comfortably seat 6. In the laundry room, was a new washer and dryer. The porch that went around the first floor had a swing that overlooked the back yard that housed a small greenhouse and a chicken coop. There was also a dirt path that headed into the woods. In the front yard there was a large three car garage. Back inside, he showed her his office. there wasn't much in there just his desk and a computer, some books on the shelves and a small TV hung on the wall. There was also a bathroom on the first floor. "What do you think so far?"
 
She walked with him. She was lead by the hand. She didn't like to be touched. She looked at his things and wasn't impressed. She knew the true value of a person laid within. She then looked at him as he asked her what she thought.

"Really, you take me in the taking and you want to know what I think of you?" She wanted to say, but still she kept her lips sealed. She then looked ahead. No one could make her talk. There was nothing in the rules that said that she had to talk.
 
Ryan then took her upstairs. They walked down a hallway past four empty bedroom, "These will be for our children one day... For now, they are just guest rooms..." Each room was simply decorated and had a full sized mattress, a couple of wood dressers and nightstands. There was also another full bathroom.

They reached the end of the hall, and stood in front of a door. "This is our room..." Ryan opened the door and let Claire go first. It was simply decorated. There was wood paneling on the walls. A king sized four post with a couple of nightstands. There was also a big bay window, that over looked the forest at the side of the house. There was also a beautiful view of Lake Tahoe in the distance.

There were a couple of doors that led to walk-in closets. One was filled with his clothes the other was filled with clothes for her. There were all kinds of dresses, skirts and tops. No pants or shorts. It was all very casual looking clothes. On the floor were many shoes ranging from sneakers to flats to 2" heels. There were no sandals or shoes with peep toes. Ryan opened the drawers of the dressers in the closet and showed her all kinds of matching bra and panty sets as well as other lingerie. and swimwear. But there were no thongs or g strings.

Ryan then took her to the bathroom. There was a large tub with jacuzzi jets and a good sized shower stall with frosted glass. There were two sinks that looked like old fashion wash bowls with drains in the middle and old fashioned faucets. The toilet tank was high up on the wall and used a chain to flush. Ryan then took her back into the bedroom. "So, what do you think of your new home?"
 
She frowned and crossed her arms and looked at him and then ahead. She took a deep breath and then ran her fingers through her hair and then began to walk to the porch and sat down on the step and looked out where she could not go. She would come if she was summoned as was the rules of her life now. She wrapped her arms around her legs and took a deep breath and put her head on her knees.
 
Ryan followed Bea out to the porch and sat next to her. "I know you think this isn't far but think of it this way. What if someone else caught you? You could have been neutered and right now have someone who doesn't even care about you just fucking you as hard as he can. I don't want that... I want you to be my mate. I want to take care of you and have you bear my children. You'll see this is a pretty good life we have up here. Come on.... it's late and we should go to bed."
 
Ryan took started to take he clothes off and he saw Bea just standing there. "Go ahead and make yourself comfortable. There are nightgowns in your closet if you want to change. Or you can go to bed naked... it's your choice."
 
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