Compound 606 Chapter 1 Sarah s Apartment
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Inside the house, Becca had flicked the TV off and yawning, stood up from the armchair to go to bed. It had been a long day and she'd come home late, throwing PJs on and sitting down to watch an old sitcom, ignoring the tousled hair and smudged make up that she would usually fix so carefully before heading to work. What did it matter? No one would see her, and she was too tired to even notice.
As her hand reached to turn off the light, she headed for the stairs, but had barely taken a couple of steps through the darkened room before she detected some slight movement and began to turn. It was too late though, and a cloth was held firmly against her face. As she scrabbled at the attacker, she had time to notice how surprisingly smooth their hands were, and how muscly their arms. The first few seconds felt more like a struggle, but the gasp she had taken as the hand covered her mouth meant she had inhaled enough to make her head swim. The last thing she felt was dizzying fear as her vision darkened even further, and she slipped to the ground.
One of the black-clad men supported her as she slipped to the floor, and held the cloth there for a few more seconds to be certain while an identical attacker bound her hands behind her back with handcuffs. They would add ankle restrainsts later but had found that the standard issue handcuffs and their police-style uniforms tended to mean any unseen onlookers assumed there had been an arrest, instead of an abduction. Together the two supported her under the arms and half dragged-half carried her through the back door and out to one of the newly-arrived waiting cars. While they moved outside, the rest of the team moved in. The men worked quickly, packing clothes into a suitcase, and emptying the kitchen cupboards of anything that would spoil. Finally, they collected valuables, including her phone and laptop, which would be used to send apologies and excuses to anyone Becca would be likely to have seen in the next few weeks, and left a note on the kitchen table 'Sorry to leave so suddenly, had to get away for a while. I'll be back soon. Becca X'. It wasn't the perfect cover, but it would give them a short time to hide the traces of Becca's disappearance. They secured the house and moved out to the waiting vehicles, then the identical black SUVs pulled away from the street.
As the vehicles started on their long journey, one of the men glanced back and surveyed Becca, slumped in the back seat. She was pretty, he supposed, slender with fairly large breasts and hips, and messy red-brown hair, but she didn't look special enough to warrant all this trouble. As if reading his thoughts, the man driving shrugged
"We don't get paid to evaluate their choices, she must be worth it for the buyer, for whatever reason."
At that, they carried on driving in silence through the night and into the early morning, switching cars every few hours with new ones waiting along the journey. The old ones would be disposed of carefully, all adding to the cost involved in acquiring this girl, who was now hidden in the boot, restrained at both wrist and ankle, and gagged.
They arrived in the compound early the next day, two sets of gates swinging open with their electronic passes and closing firmly behind them. The cars moved along the roughly paved track, a welcome break from the sandy roads of the dessert, and pulled into an open garage. The whole estate looked very sparse and makeshift, with weathered buildings scattered within the inner walls. Even at this early hour, women hurried around fetching and carrying. They didn't wear a uniform but were all dressed similarly with long skirts and loose tops, and head covered by scarves, mostly in beige or grey. The whole vibe was of a religious sect and that was the point. The women working and men stood on guard were mostly staff, girls like the one they had acquired were destined for the lower levels. They moved her to a seemingly empty corner of the garage together, and one of the men opened a fuse box on the wall, fiddling with the inside until the panel was removed and he tapped a code out onto a hidden keypad, before replacing the box.
A trapdoor opened to reveal a staircase down to a lower level, and the men carried Becca down as the motion-sensitive lights turned on in the corridor. Navigating the maze of corridors had taken time but they emerged into an occupied area of the huge underground compound and let themselves into Becca's new room just as she began to stir. They left her on the bed and switched her restraints over quickly, with practiced motions, securing each wrist and ankle to a different corner of the large bed before leaving her in the room alone.
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The first thing Becca noticed on stirring from her sleep was the uncomfortable pain in her jaw, but it took her a moment to realise it was being held open by a large gag, her chin lightly coated in drool. She moved her arms sleepily to try and move it, fear dawning as she became aware of the tight straps holding them above her head. She struggled, but there was next to no movement in the restraints and all it did was emphasise the feeling of the belts cutting into her skin so she laid still, too shocked and scared to even cry.
It didn't take long before she had company, and a uniformed man entered the room, his fitted black tshirt and and trousers showing off a physique muscly enough to scare her, and she pointlessly tried to squirm away from him on the bed. He smirked and brandished something sharp from his pocket as she cringed in fear. The scissors snipped through her cotton pyjama top with ease as he took the liberty of stroking her skin lightly as he went, raising goose pimples on her pale skin. He efficiently cut straight up the middle and along both sleeves, letting the fabric fall away before moving on to her flannel PJ bottoms.
It wasn't long before she lay there nude and fully exposed, her legs spread and arms raised, leaving her fully exposed to her captor, and unable to protest as her mouth was stretched wide around the ball gag. He took a breath, and began to speak in measured tones,
"My name is Thomas. You have been brought to the compound by our acquisition team at the request of a buyer. You will be kept here and fully provided for while you are trained to please your new master who has specifically requested you. After your training, you will be made available to him in the compound at any time, and may move out to his home if it is deemed appropriate. You will be the property of your master from now on, as will any children you may go on to have. We suggest you accept these as facts, it will make your training easier and," he paused, smirking again "less painful for you, if you do. Though I don't mind either way."
Becca shifted under his penetrating stare, uncomfortably aware of the vulnerable position she was held in.
"I'm going to remove your gag now, you may scream but it won't do you any good. The room is soundproofed as is the rest of the compound, and we are deep underground."
Thomas reached behind her head and unbuckled the gag, letting it fall away from her mouth. The pain in her jaw faded slightly to a dull throbbing ache, as he wiped the drool from her chin disdainfully. She briefly considered biting him but decided there wasn't any point, he would just retaliate and there would be nothing she could do, there was also little reason to scream as she didn't doubt his description of the room and compound, he just didn't seem worried about her attracting attention. If anything he looked mildly disappointed at her lack of a reaction but moved on to the next task at hand, producing a collar which he clipped around her throat.
"This band is sitting next to the skin and monitors your heart rate and location, if you try to remove it, needles in the lining will push in to the skin and release a paralysing solution. The same thing will happen if you try to leave, or at the push of a button held by one of the trainers, like me, or your new master."
The collar sat heavy on her throat and Becca wondered what was actually going to happen to her. Her heartrate picked up slightly with some faint hope as he began untying her restraints, and some small part of her thought it may have been an elaborate but sick joke. It dawned, though, that Thomas simply wasn't worried about her escaping any more.
"Stand" he ordered, and she scrambled to her feet nervously, glancing between him and the door to judge the situation. "We're going to the shower facilities, you will walk nicely with me or I will activate your collar. If you were somehow able to incapacitate me, another staff member could disable you."
She nodded and whispered hoarsely "Why are you doing this?"
"You were chosen, I don't know why, but your current appearance just won't do" he gestured to her body and she looked down, feeling even more self-conscious, and followed with small steps as he strode out of the room.
The showers were communal and he stripped off to match her, joining her under the spray, armed with a razor. He smiled evilly at her discomfort and began soaping up her slick skin as she stood motionless under the water. Slowly and carefully, he ran the razor along her body, removing even the tiny blonde hairs from her legs, crotch and anus, stomach, and breasts, moving up to go over her arms. He left her face untouched, and she was thankful.
“This will be your responsibility each day. You are to be kept presentable for your master, who may visit at any time.” Thomas suddenly stepped closer and Becca backed off rapidly. “Come here.”
She took a hesitant step forward and he grabbed her around the waist, his hands so large that they almost met in the middle, pulling her towards him. As her stomach hit his wetly, she felt his dick press against her and was suddenly much more aware of how small she was in comparison, dwarfed by his height, large shoulders and arms. One hand held her against him as the other roamed up and down her body, slipping down her back and across her large ass, moving to her front as he spun her around. His dick pressed against her ass, one hand moving up to cup a breast, rolling her nipple between his finger and thumb. Becca squirmed, horrified that their sensitivity was turning her on, and pulled away sharply. He let her step away from him as she moved away, towards the corner of the room, but as she turned back to try and escape past him he floored her with a hard slap across the face. Her feet slipped on the tiled floor as she collapsed to the ground.
He yanked her up roughly to her knees and shoved his dick at her face.
“Suck” he commanded, not giving her much choice in the matter as the head forced passed her parted lips. He wasn’t especially large but the sudden intrusion shocked her enough and she choked as he pushed his way deeper. Soon though, Becca had built up a rhythm and bobbed up and down as her tongue swirled around, trying to keep the pressure up as she did. Thomas grunted lightly, which she took as a good sign, trying to make him calmer again so he wouldn’t hit her, she could already feel the bruise beginning on her cheek.
Without warning, he pulled her to her feet and flipped her around, forcing her to bend over and spread her legs. His dick was lubed up from her mouth but it still didn’t prepare her for the intrusion as he shoved inside her, sliding all the way to the hilt, the sudden girth feeling like he was splitting her in two. She whimpered as he hit her cervix and pulled almost all the way out before slamming home again but he didn’t pause, continuing to pound into her. The relentless assault was actually beginning to tip her over the edge when she felt him stiffen. He suddenly pulled out, pushed her around on the wet floor and came on her face, spurts coating her lips and chin, getting caught in her hair.
He suddenly looked at her with disdain “Get yourself cleaned up,” he ordered, before leaving the shower block. She glanced around her, spread-eagled on the floor with dripping mess all over her face, and it was the first time she let herself cry. -->
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