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An Unexpected Journey (Rayn_Chain & Tyr)

Rayn_Chain

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Jan 22, 2009
Dahlia woke up as usual going about her normal routine, taking a shower getting dressed in a small black corset and a black mini skirt with a couple of belts dangling down from it. She ate breakfast quickly before heading out and through the park to her work, it was a little cloudy and no doubt about to rain, but she didn't mind at all. Her long pin straight red hair flowed behind her as her multi colored eyes looked around, the left a bright green while the other was a sky blue. She was rather pale, but it worked for her hair and eye color, she made it to the building and walked through the large double doors, the smell of alcohol and sound of gothic, punk music hit her as she walked through the crouds and to the bar signing on to her shift to DJ for half the night and waitress the rest. She smiled as she swayed to the music, her body perfect when it came to any dancing since her body was slender with curves in the right places.
 
Robert saw the email come in, the file encrypted with a complicated key. Quickly decrypting it, the file included pictures of several young women and general information, selected by his special employees. He reviewed the pictures and files looking over each, to determine whom he wanted. The men selected were professionals and knew his preferences, so none were undesirable, but one was more preferable than the others. Little did the girl know that her life was about to change as he sent his short encrypted reply, picking the one labeled Dahlia.

Ex-special forces both men, nodded when their PDA’s received the quick reply. A small amount of money was exchanged between them as each had a favorite they thought the boss would pick. A few days passed as they followed the target, figuring out her schedule.

The van pulled to a spot where a road passed through the park, they knew the target would pass here within a short window of five minutes. They also knew where the local police patrol were, so that they would not be interfered with. One sat on a bench casually reading a paper, a small earpiece keeping him apprised of the target's progress. Almost exactly on time, she came to the crosswalk, where she would stop and look. The black van coming along the road stopped just past the crosswalk, as the man on the bench stepped up behind her, his hand holding a cloth saturated in chloroform. The back door of the van opening at the same time. Everything was happening quickly.
 
Dahlia opened her mouth to scream but was covered feeling the effects of the chemicals as she kicked a few times and tried pulling away from the men whimpering as she fell asleep quickly knowing exactly what the stuff was. The last thing she remembered was her legs falling out from under her and beind picked up and put into a dark van with people muttering and going on about something before they closed the door and she was out cold for a few hours. Before she had passed out many things passed through her mind wondering what was goingon, who took er, where they were taking her, hoping they weren't about to rape her and kill her, and who would do this to her? She knew she was being followed and it wasn't her imagination as her friends said, then again she didn't have any real friends and her family hadn't spoken to her in years.
 
The snatch and grab was quick, as the girl disappeared into the back of the black van. Soon her body was limp as she lost consciousness. None of the men had seen anyone else, but just in case they were monitoring the police bands for an alert. The van quickly motored to a rendezvous point where it would be abandoned and large SUV picked up. The switch happened in a location without any chance of observation. Just as quickly the large SUV was on the road, driving for about an hour to a small airport in an adjacent city. In a private hanger the girl was loaded into a private corporate jet, while the hanger doors where shut. Within minutes the private plane was taxing down the runway on a flight plan taking it out of the country. No one inspected the cargo or manifest, as all the people involved had been paid highly to look the other way.

The young girl was belted into the chair and cuffed ankle and foot with zip ties so her chances of escape where insignificant. She was not gagged or blindfolded, as everyone on the plane was involved in this abduction. One large man sat across the aisle from her in a seat. The plane could hold twenty and all the accommodation were luxurious, as this was a high-end executive jet. Besides pilot, copilot and the girl there were only two others aboard and both were large foreboding looking ex-military gentleman. The jet was already over the water, when the girl started to come around.
 
As Dahlia came to she looked around truing to move but found herself tied down and unable to move. She looked around at her abductors and finally after gaining her composure she spoke, "Who are you you, and where am I, and what do you want with me?" She looked around seeing she was in a plane and quickly became worried, "Where are you taking me, why are you doing this?" She asked before struggling in her seat unfortunatly forcing her skirt to hike up a bit and the more she tried to get it back down the higher it wne up until almost showing her black thong. Sighing Dahlia sat back relaxing in the seat while trying a few times to get her limbs free or atleast enough to to move around some. "Could you release me please? We are infact on an jet, and I don't have anywhere else to go, the least you could do is take these things off of me." She asked, plainly annoyed by these people and the situation, "Who are you anyways? Like bounty hunters, or something?" She asked, obviously trying to get on their nerves and get some answers.
 
The large muscular man with the buzz cut hair, seemed deaf as her questions went unanswered. He simply turned the page of his sports magazine, intently reading an article. The only attention she garnered by her efforts was a sidelong glance to confirm she was properly restrained.

They were trained that any negotiations with a captive would invariably lead to some sort of inferior arrangement to the one they were taught to do. So the best practice was to ignore the captive and continue with the transport. The man put down the magazine briefly to drink from a soda can as the plane continue its journey over a light blue sea.

If she cared to look out the window several small tropical islands were sliding by the plane as it made its way across the Caribbean. Soon they would begin their decent, as they made approach to their destination.
 
Dahila looked around then out her window in awe of the tropical island in amazement wondering where she was at now, not recognizing the place. She watched as she plane descended and gripped tightly to her seat watching everything as it went past her. Hear heart raced miles a minute knowing this could not have been good, and no doubt she might not makie it home, having heard of selling people to others as sex slaves and other terrible things. She felt paniced struggling against the restraints, "Where am I? What's going on? Please tell me?" She asked in a frightened tone while watching them hoping one would have a little bit of sympathy for her to tell her.
 
The man secured his tray and buckled his seat as the seatbelt warning light came on. The girl continued with her verbal inquires which he ignored, though he could tell that she was becoming more and more unsettled as the journey continued. He made only one comment, and it was a simple factual statement.

If you continue to whine, I’ll gag you.

They circled the small island, probably a mile or two in width, and a few miles in length. The most dominant features were a private runway and a large colonial style mansion a few thousand feet away. The plane lined up with the runway and began its decent for landing. A few clouds did nothing to diminish the amazing view of this tropical paradise. The remainder of the island was long white beaches, and lush jungle.

A moments later and the plane was hitting the tarmac of the runway and braking hard. Several people could be seen moving towards the plane. A white land rover also was driving up. Another man with a buzz cut and several large Doberman Pinscher dogs on chain stands back waiting.
 
She rolled her eyes at him shaking her head, "I would be quiet if you would simply answer my question. Even thought If you were to gag me you would havedone it by now you thick headed asshole." She hissed, plainly pissed off by his threat but not about to back down. She looked out the window and saw the people along with the dogs which frightened her more so than the man, but still her mind wandered wondering what was going to happen to her, and since these were obviously not the ones behind all of this she began asking herself who would do this to her. "Could you please loosen these ties?" She asked before he gaged her hoping she would atleast get that much.
 
The man ignored her question and insult only to the extent that he didn’t offer a verbal response. Instead, he reaches into a bag and pulls out harness with a ball gag. His size substantially more than hers, he forces the ball into her mouth, and buckles the black harness around her head, the straps running up each side of her nose to join, and around the sides of her face.

I have specific order to deliver you without any permanent harm, however I’m not required to listen to your sniveling bullshit.

Satisfied she was no longer verbally a problem, he unbuckles the seat belt, lifts her and reached down and cuts the ankle ties. His large hand wrapping around her upper arm he guides her to the door of the plane. The hot humid air a significant difference from the temperature controlled plane and from their point of departure. Everyone one seemed to be waiting for her as he guides her down the steps. The large dogs are growling, but not moving from the spot they were sitting in, as the man leads her to the white land rover.
 
Giving a whimper she looked at the dogs, keeping close to the man while trying to force the gag out of her mouth but it as too tight. She whimpered and sighed in defeat following him very closely not wanting to be ripped apart by the dogs as she walked over to the vehicle and hopped inside looking back at the plane, her only means of escape where to swim of just remain there and hope she could talk one of the other people on this island into letting her go. She looked up at the man who put the gag in her mouth with a glare no doubt having maythings to say to him, but unable to speak meant she would have to wait on it. So she remained still and obedient for the time being.
 
The man helps load her into the backbench of the vehicle easily lifting her up, and then sits next to her. As soon as she was belted in, he leans forward and taps the shoulder of the driver, letting him know that he can go. The vehicle lumbers off, following a nice gravel road than winds its way through a short spot of jungle, and into a fine manicured landscape of trees, lawns and flowers. The vehicle pulls around to a side entrance, than leads to a series of steps. The steps descend into what must be the basement.

The vehicle comes to a stop, the large man again take her upper arm and guides her down the set of steps to the basement, there are various hallways leading off, the hallways are lined with what appear to be sturdy metal doors, with small doors built into them. The hallway they go down opens into a large room, almost thirty feet across, with a large cage in the center. There appears to be many apparatus and devises scattered throughout the room, most appear to be implements of torture.

There are a pair of manacles hanging from the ceiling, he grabs them and prepares to put them around her wrists, another set are on the floor, in both cases the chains disappear into the round holes in the floor and ceiling.
 
Dahlia screamed against her gag pulling at the restraints trying hard to get them off but gave a tired sigh too tired from work and the chemicals that she had been given to fight too much more. She shook her head to keep herself away but after a while of everyting coming to her and realizing what was going on she relaxed for a while a little worried about what would happen next, looking arounf the room from where she was chained. She fiddled with her skirt which was just barely covering her ass and thong trying to get it to go down a little bit. She looked around for a way out or some way to get down from the chains, unfortunatly she was stuck and just had to awate her fate standing the best she could while waiting in his dungeon.
 
The man lifted her arms above her head, and placed one in the manacles, before cutting the plastic tether, and placing the last hand into the remaining manacle. Once satisfied that the tight leather binds around her wrists would hold her, he then wrapped the leather straps around each ankle. Each leather strap has a metal ring that attaches to the long metal chains. Stepping over to the wall he pushes several buttons that retracts the chains into the ceiling and floors till her arms are held up high in her ankles are apart about 18 inches. Though she was screaming he just turns and leaves, his task done.

Robert watched everything that happened on his high definition plasma TV mounted to the wall. The security system could into a special channel just by the push of a button on his remote. He sat in a large high back chair, his entire attire comprised of black. He had a short sleeve black shirt, black slacks, and over the arm rest of the chair a long black coat. On each hand and around his neck he wore an assortment of silver jewelry that nicely contrasted with his outfit. At his feet a nubile young lady is lavishing attention on his shaft as he watches the girl’s arrival on the monitor. He seems to be paying no attention as his finger tap rhythmically on the wood armrest or tapping his foot with his black leather boots.
 
She screamed and yelled at him through the gag but nothing but mumbles could be heard. She looked around wondeing what was going on since she couldn't move now her long darkred hair fell infront of her face a little while struggling with the chains. She remained silent the rest of the time waiting for someone to tell her what was going on, feeling very violated and helpelss like this, wanting down so she could rest a little dozing off against the restraints, but she resisted the urge and looked around a little more noticing the things in the room not sure of what else to to other than wait even though her rage would be a problem since she had a mouth on her, but with this gag in it wouldn't matter either way. She knew who ever was doing this must have had alot of money and if he was after a ransom for her then they would be out of luck since she was adopted and her foster family didn't care about her, and her boss could replace her. The top thing on her mins was what is this person going to do to, or with her.
 
Robert watched the girl twist and turn, yell and scream as she came to a realization of what position she was in. One did not rush down and immediate enjoy one’s new toy, everything took time, and he knew that from several years of experience. Briefly looking down at Kelly, a once proud debutante from Texas, who now was ravenously consuming his cock. She’d come to him as a stuck up defiant little cunt, and now she was the near perfect little slave. He could tell she was near to cumming again, the act of pleasing him was more than sufficient to get her off. However, she’d failed him several times as she’d become too familiar with him, and thus her usefulness had waned. So little did she know that he’d sold her to a Middle Eastern client for a sizable profit, and when the plane left today she’d be on it. Oh she’d cry and complain till she realized that her new owner knew how to take care of his property, and then she would again be happy.

No instruction or commands where necessary as Kelly was well trained and knew her responsibilities. She thrived now on being the best little slut possible, and hungered for the chance to drink his seed. Soon enough he blasts his load into her waiting mouth and throat, her second or third orgasm simultaneously wracking her body as she ravenously consumes every drop. Without instruction she cleans and suckles every last drop, till he shaft is squeaky clean. Robert never says a word or compliments her for it was totally unnecessary, as she’d already had her reward, that being the opportunity to do it.

Pulling up his pants and buttoning them, he exits the room, as the guard comes into escort the girl away. As he makes his way through the house, he can hear her begging and screaming as she taken to the plane. He comes into the basement, and quietly stands behind her, taking an opportunity to view her for the first time in person.
 
Dahlia dozed off into a small nap but as soon as she heard someone enter the room she looked around frantically trying to look behind her and see who it was barely getting a glimpse as she mutteres softly against the gag, wanting it out of her mouth. She looked and saw a little of him and from what she could see of him from behind her, he was not bad looking, he was rather attractive, if it weren't for being kidnapped she wouldn't have minded getting to know him. She whimpered softly pulling at the chains while her tonge attempted to push the gag out of her mouth but she failed and let out a sigh, remaining still, wondering what he was doing. She had a nice round ass and a size C cup breast which was large compared to her height, and a thin waits curving just perfectly at the hips. her long hair caressed around her chest and the rest lay flat on her back reaching about mid back length her green and blue eyes looked at him the beds she could.
 
Robert’s eyes casually take in her natural curves, watching as she twist and turns in place. He hears her small whimpers and moans as she works against her gag and manacles. The fear was in her eyes, the question pouring out of them, for he knew, she didn’t know what was going to happen next. Those strange two colors eyes were one of the reasons, he’d picked her, because she was different and unique amongst a crowd of sameness. Now he planned to explore and discover, what was different about her.

Stepping up behind her, his body just touching her, his hands reach up, grazing over her body as he unbuckles the gag. Though he found gags an effective instrument, they also proved initially to be an impediment to training. Never speaking, he removes the ball gag and tosses it on one of the adjacent workbenches. His hand lingers a little longer than appropriate, as it traces its way along the side of her head and neck, enjoying the softness of her skin.
 
Dahlia caught her breath and gasped as she felt him against her closing her eyes tightly and shuddering at his touch trying topull away from his hand looking back at him, "Who are you? And where am I? What are you going to do to me?" She asked, her main questions on her mind right now. Her muscles tensed feeling him touching her resisting the urge to lashout knowing it would be a pointless act to do such a thing while chained up like this. She tossed her hair out of her face to get a better look at him a little surprised, expecting the person who kidnapped her to be a rich fat and greasy man in his 50 or so, but he was nothing what she was expecting. She attempted to close her legs but the shackles around her ankles held her tightly.

((g2g brb))
 
Robert stood behind the girl, taking a moment to enjoy the proximity from the feel of her soft skin under his hand, to the smell of her body. She was a very beautiful woman, and he was going to enjoy their special time together.

I am the owner of this island. As to what I am going to do to you, well that is a complicated question. Let’s say that I’m going to do everything to you, and at times I’m going to do nothing to you.

His head is a few inches from her, so she could feel just the slightest touch of his breath on her neck. The hand running down the side of her face and neck continues down along her back, as he casually invades her private space, never asking her permission.

You’re a very attractive girl.

The comment was simply a statement of fact, and said as such.

Though I very much doubt that you have achieved your complete potential as a woman.
 
Dahlia quivered and shook at his touch and her eyes widened when she heard what he had said, "I'm a person, not a piece of property, and this is kidnapping, you sick freak, can't you get someone else to do what you want." She snapped, obviously out of line but this was a difficult thing for her to take in, "And I am a woman whether you believe it or not," She hissed at him biting her lip hard knowing that it was a lie, still a virgin and not interested in males kept her that way, other than foreplay she hadn't done too much. "Keep your hands to yourself, I'm not yours!" She yelled furiously. Trying to get out of the chains she moved to get his hands off her body not liking this at all.
 
Robert always let the girls have a few moments where they could assert their freedom, and pronounce their independence, even if it was nothing but a thin façade. The tone was that of a teacher to a student, as he begins to explain the situation.

Of course you are not property, nothing can be owned that has a free will, nor can something be taken that is not given. Though understand this girl, there will come a time when you will beg for the touch of this sick freak, nothing will matter more to you.

To argue the statement, or to discuss it further at this point was useless, she was far from understanding what was required of her, or even what he desired of her. Still the concealed cameras in the room were recording everything, for his pleasure, and for certain times when a recording would prove beneficial in the training process.

Something you must understand about me, I believe that a woman should be completely obedient to a man, and that her sole purpose in life is to serve her man. Anything else is unnatural and deviant, brought on by a society trying to rewrite the natural order of things.
 
Feeling her heart jump into her throat Dahlia began feeling light headed as things came together and knew what his intentions were with her, "I am not a toy for you, and I will never beg for anything like that from you," She shouted as her body shook in fear and anger. After calming down she realized that there was no way out of this and she would be in for alot of punishment if this guy seriously thought those things. "Women are not just meant to obey men, they are and should be treated equal." She agrued but knew it was pointless since he obiously had done this to someone else in the past. "Why? Why me? And why do this to women?" She asked calmly between gritted teeth.
 
The woman continues with her admonishments of him and his plans, which of course was to be expected. Her words had no meaning in the face of fact, and thus meant little to him as they would one day to her. The hand finishes its journey on her short skirt, the fingers gently rubbing the firm cheeks of her ass through the fabric.

I do this because it should be done, that’s why. You should be happy that I have selected you, and in future you will be. I believe its time to start your education into womanhood.

The words lingers, as does his hand, for this verbal exchange was quickly serving no purpose.
 
Moving her body away from him she tried to get him to leave her ass alone, "Never." She all that came out from her beautifully shaped lips her eyes looking to him a little frightened at what he was going to do to her, figuring that nothing she said got to him, "Let me go! I want to go home!" She shouted, and looked to him the best she could, "Please let me leave, I don't even know where I am and you can simply pick someone else." She tried to ask him hoping he would reconcider but sighed and let out a huff. She wasn't sure what he meant by womanhood since she was a woman after all, and on that note she felt herself panicing a little not wanting him to hurt her.
 
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