September 10th, 2007

"Slut" is still talking about running away together, but I'm starting to think it's all talk.

I'm still working on "Mila", but no news with her yet.

Slut=Rukia

September 15th, 2007

6:35pm

Oh my God! Slut messaged me and said she got in another big fight with her brother in law and is sick of it. She wants me to come pick her up tonight. I never thought this would actually happen. I'm not sure where to go with it from here. I'm obviously not a 17 year old boy. Fuck!

September 16th, 2007

2:12am

I am excited, scared, nervous, and dead tired. I've not slept all night. I messaged Slut last night and told her I was working and couldn't come get her, but I'd have my "uncle" pick her up if that was ok, and I'd be home after I got off work at 10pm. She agreed! What a dumb bitch! I told her to leave a runaway note to her parents so they would not worry about her. I told her to meet my uncle at a McDonald's near her house. I described him (me) to her. I told her my uncle could get in a lot of trouble, so not to tell anyone what she was doing or that he was involved. I talked her in to leaving her cell phone at home by telling her it could be used to trace her, and I promised her I would get her a better one this weekend.

I also told her to delete her account from the social site "so they couldn't find us". I know there are still records of it, but it won't be so easy for her parents to track what happened. She's almost 18. I doubt the authorities will get involved if there is a runaway note. I can't believe she is going for this!

I was scared to death I would find cops waiting for me at the McDonald's. I was very careful and staked the place out for an hour before she got there, but she finally did show up on foot. Everything seemed ok, so I approached her and asked if she was Slut (using her real name of course). She said yes and I introduced myself as the uncle and asked her to get in. I am very clean-cut and normal looking and she apparently trusted me so she hopped right in. This was about 9pm.

We had about a 45 minute drive to my house in the country. I assured her that my nephew would be home about 10:30pm and was telling her about all the things she could do with my nephew while living with me. I was a "cool" adult. I'd let them do pretty much anything they wanted to do, and I still smoked pot sometimes (I already knew she did sometimes as well).

We arrived at my house at about 9:50pm. We went in and she sat down in the living room. I got her a diet drink, told her to make herself at home until my nephew got home, and I excused myself to go in to the other room. I was unbelievably nervous and scared. Was I actually going to do this? Did I have the balls? It wasn't too late to back out.

I stood in the other room for several minutes trying to work up the courage. I finally decided it was now or never. I had a dog training collar in the kitchen junk drawer. It's the kind where you loop the chain back through the big ring on it and put it over the dogs head. When you pull on it, it tightens and basically strangles the dog until you stop pulling on it.

She was sitting in a chair watching TV with her back mostly to me as I was making a sandwich that I had no intention of eating. I looped the dog collar through the ring and sized it big enough to go over her head. And I put a length of small diameter rope in my back pocket. This was it; decision time. There is no going back once I do this.

In a burst of bravery, I walked up behind her and started to quickly put the collar over her head. She was startled by my getting that close to her and turned towards me just as I was putting it over her head, and she started to stand up at the same time.

It was now too late to turn back. I had the collar over her head but she was scared as hell and started scratching and kicking at me. I gave the collar a hard jerk and her eyes kind of bugged out a little bit as she got a horrified look on her face. The collar cuts off your breathing as well as the blood going to your brain. I wasn't sure if I could keep the pressure on until she passed out, or if it would just kill her outright, so I loosened up on it a bit, sat on her chest, trapping one of her arms under me, and I yelled at her to calm down. She kept fighting back with her free arm, and was thrashing around. I screamed that if she didn't stop fighting, I would kill her. I had no intention of killing my prize, but she didn't know that.

She finally stopped thrashing around, but was hysterical, crying and yelling "Why are you doing this!? Who are you!?" I tightened the collar again and told her to shut up. I took her free arm and put it under my leg. I told her to remain calm and I promised no harm will come to her if she did what she was told. At this she renewed the fight and managed to get one her arms free again. She put a hellacious scratch on my left arm. At this point I took the chance that she would pass out before she died and tightened the collar. The look on her face was horrible. She thought I was killing her. I didn't want it this way, but she was a lively one.

After a few seconds, I didn't count exactly how long, she stopped struggling and seemed to be passed out. I felt for a pulse and it was strong. I knew I may not have long to work, so I immediately picked her up and carried her downstairs. I laid her face down on the massage table, strapping her arms to the arm rests and folded the table in half, securing her feet to the legs of the table with ropes. I left her fully clothed, but bent over the table with her ass sticking up in the air and legs spread slightly apart.

I had my girl. Oh my God! I have a hot young girl tied up in my basement. I really did it. I was too nervous to do anything. I just stood there waiting for her to wake up. What was I going to say? I had fantasized about all the things I would do to her, but I never really thought about what I would say. She was taking longer to wake up than I thought, so I meekly fondled her ass a little bit. This was *my* ass now. I reached under her body and felt her tits. They were small but My God, they were *my* tits now.

I had my sex slave, and had her forever. I didn't want to rush things. I was much too nervous to get an erection anyway. I knew she would wake up soon so I formulated a plan based on some news story I read on the web once. Some guy convinced an abducted girl that he worked for a slavery ring and that she was to be trained and sold. This sounded like as good a plan as any.

She was out maybe 7 or 8 minutes when she finally started to wake up. It took her a few moments to realize that she was tied down. Once she did, she started thrashing and screaming. I heard one of the table legs she was tied to crack, but it did not break. I grabbed her by her hair and pulled her head back, lifting it up to what had to be an uncomfortable position. I looked her in the eyes and said "Stop fighting and shut up or I will kill you right now!". This seemed to get her attention. Maybe she just realized she was securely tied down and had no choice. She just started crying and saying "Who are you? Why are you doing this?"

I said "Everything will be explained to you in the morning, but the short version is that you have been kidnapped. You are to be trained as a sex slave and sold to the highest bidder once your training is complete."

At hearing this her face contorted and she started screaming "Who the fuck are you! You can't do this! Let me go God damn it!".

"I can do this, and I am doing it." I assured, "You will be trained by me to be a submissive slave. You will fulfill every whim of your master. For now, I am that master. If you refuse, you will be severely punished. If you are slow to obey, you will also be punished."

She starting screaming again, barely making sense. I grabbed her by the hair again and pulled her head back even further this time, saying "You have no choice in the matter. Your life as you knew it is now over. You will live to please your master from now on."

I lowered her head a bit because I could tell it was painful for her. I needed more time to plan how to proceed so I told her "I'm sorry for what I'm about to do to you, but if you always do as you are told, this will be the only time you will have to endure this." She looked at me with a terrified look on her face, wondering what I meant by that.

I walked behind her and she started trying to turn her head both ways far enough to see what I was doing but was unable to see me clearly. I grabbed a paddle that I had in a drawer and stood behind her, to her left. I said "This is what will happen if you disobey your master. I am doing this now so you will know what punishment is like as a slave. Hopefully this will convince you to accept that this is your life now, there is nothing you can do about it, and it will go much easier for you if you obey your master."

With that I pulled back and whacked her ass very hard. When I heard the way she screamed and saw the way the whole table jumped, I thought maybe I had hit her too hard, but decided that it was just about right. She was still screaming as I continued:

"I am your master now!" …Whack!

I paused between each whack for a few seconds.

"You *will* obey me!" ...Whack!

She is screaming bloody murder now. It is hurting my ears.

"You will obey your master instantly and without hesitation!"... Whack!

She stops screaming and starts begging "Please stop! Please! Oh God, please stop!".

"Say 'You are my master and I will obey you' and I'll stop!"... Whack!

Her ass must be getting numb now as she has stopped screaming and just lets out a loud yelp when this blow lands and then starts sobbing loudly.

"Say it!" …Whack!

She totally fucks the line up and say something unintelligible, so I repeat it:

"Say 'You are my master and I will obey you'!"... Whack!

She lets out another loud yelp and almost says the line correctly. I decide it's close enough and stop paddling her.

I pull her head back again, but not painfully far. "Very good, Slut! You are learning quickly. I will leave you for the night so your new status can sink in to that pretty head of yours. This is your life now. You will never see your friends or family again. You will never have another cell phone, go to the mall with your friends, or have a boyfriend. You will live to please your master. Get your crying out of the way tonight. Your training starts in the morning and crying will not be tolerated."

With that, I turn the light off and leave her in complete darkness except for the glow of the DVD display. She is still sobbing as I walk upstairs, locking both doors.

I am shaking all over. I can't believe I'm actually doing this. My mind races all night thinking of the possibilities. I could not sleep a wink. I'm betting she didn't either.