Enslavement
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Steven's Enslavement
By Peppermint Gomez
Chapter 1
Here I was, 21, fresh out of college with a useless degree and completely
broke. I had taken the terrible advice to "follow my heart" in my studies,
and ended up with a degree in History. If I'd been able to go to grad
school the situation might be different, but my parents were gone, and I
had used up all my inheritance just getting to where I was.
I was behind two months on my rent, if I didn't find a job in a few days I
would be out on the street. The fact that I was too poor to afford good
food or even the occasional haircut had resulted in my current appearance;
Five-ten, scrawny, with unkempt hair down to my shoulders. Not very
employable. I was walking back to my apartment through the park, wearing
the suit which I had cobbled together from what ever I could find at
salvation army when a man ran out of the woods from my left and started
yelling.
"Please help me, my wife broke her leg!" he said.
I nodded and started after him, down the incline. It was fairly steep, but
leveled out after about twenty meters, well out of sight of the sidewalk.
The man had gotten there first, and grabbed my arm just below the elbow to
try to stabilize me. Or so I thought. Faster than I could see, he whipped
me around, grabbed my other arm and pulled them painfully together behind
my back. Before I could even finish my "hey" I felt cold metal on my
wrists. He had handcuffed me!
"Hey, what the?" was all I could get out before he pushed me to the ground
and landed on top, knocking my breath out. The man clapped one large hand
over my mouth, and, pressed together as we were, I could feel his other
hand reach into his pocket and pull something out. He dragged something
cool and smooth across my neck, over my jaw, up to my cheek. I could just
see the metal in peripheral vision.
"It would be best for you," He whispered into my ear, "To be very quiet. I
don't want to hurt you, but I am willing to do so if it becomes necessary"
He dragged the knife from my cheek, and started moving over my chest,
almost sensually.
"Are you going to be quiet and do as told?"
I nodded, slowly.
"Are you going to make me hurt you?"
I shook my head, slowly.
"I want to trust you, but as we just met, I think I'm going to be a little
proactive." and with that he removed his hand from my mouth. I breathed
deeply, sucking air into my bruised lungs. Suddenly he shoved something
hard and rubber in my mouth, and buckled it behind it head.
I tried to protest, but all that came out were non-sensical mumblings.
"Be quiet" and the knife was back at my throat. I was quiet. The knife
left my throat.
The man lifted up off me and slowly walked around me. He crouched down
near my head and looked into my eyes. This was my first good look at him,
and I was struck by the utter lack of any distinguishing features. He had
brown hair, dark eyes, a fairly strong chin. He was wearing jeans and a t-
shirt, and he was reasonably well built, albeit nothing that would stop
traffic. This was the absolutely average man.
He looked into my eyes for what felt like five minutes. His gaze me feel
rather uncomfortable, it felt like he was challenging me, testing me, but
I had no idea what for. After an uncomfortably long time his gaze became
purposeful and he spoke.
"You aren't going to like what's about to happen, hence the gag and
handcuffs. But if you try to scream, or get away, or resist in any way, I
swear I'll cut your throat and let you bleed to death" The steadiness of
his gaze, and the absolute certainty in his voice convinced me he meant
it.
"If you stay quiet, and do as I say, I promise you, after it's over I'll
let you go. Now what's it going to be? Will you be good?"
I nodded, slowly. I was so confused. What was he going to do?
"Good girl" he stood up and walked around me. He crouched near my legs,
grabbed my ankles and spread them apart. He moved between them, there was
a tearing sound, and I felt cooler suddenly. He had cut the seat of my
pants! What the hell was going on? He didn't need to do that, my wallet
was in my back pocket, he could have just taken it, he didn't need to-
My thoughts were interrupted by another tearing sound, and the cool breeze
on my ass made my hair stand on end. He had cut my boxers, what was he
going to do? I couldn't be raped. Men don't get raped, that's' ridiculous!
I looked over my shoulder. In one hand the man held his knife and a white,
medical looking tube, like a toothpaste tube, only smaller. The other hand
was pulling down his zipper.
He held my gaze and said, very calmly "As I said, if you make a sound or
try to get away, I will kill you. Slowly. Just do as I say and I promise
this will all be over soon. Just close your eyes and think of something
else. Fifteen minutes from now you'll be headed home again and will be
able to put all this behind you"
I looked away and closed my eyes. I was just able to hold in a scream when
he touched my ass. His finger was coated in a cool gel, and he pushed it
into my asshole. Nothing had ever gone that way through my ass and it
hurt. I closed my eyes tighter, and tears started leaking out from below
the lids. This was s humiliating. Ten minutes ago I had been a normal guy,
just another out of work college kid, now I was on my face in the park
with a stranger's finger in my ass. I felt it probe around for a bit,
smearing the lubricant, then retracted. I foolishly let out a sigh of
relief, and I think he actually chuckled a little at that.
"We aren't over yet, princess" The man put his hands on my waist and
lifted my ass up in the air. I felt something at my asshole. Something
much larger than a finger. I started sobbing. These things weren't
supposed to happen to guys! His hands tightened on my waist, and without
warning, he thrusted himself into me. Oh god, it hurt! It felt like I
would be torn apart, like someone was shoving a baseball bat into me. I
bit down hard into the ball gag, hard enough to hurt my jaw, and began
crying in earnest. He pulled back a bit, and then back in. He quickly
found a rhythm, and she fucking rubbed my face against the ground.
I wouldn't have been able to scream even if I wanted to. I couldn't think
straight; all I could feel was pain and humiliation. I was handcuffed and
gagged, getting raped by a stranger in the dirt. I was sobbing, as quietly
as I could, but still making noise, but he was too busy fucking me to
care. "It'll all be over soon, just hold on a bit more, then you can go
home"
I started thinking about that, tried to ignore the pain that was coming
from my asshole. Home. I can go home soon. My apartment was tiny and
dilapidated but at that point I couldn't think of anywhere I'd rather be.
The pain was still there, but lessened, and accompanied by a warmth. Then
the man sped up and the pain returned. His breathing got heavier, more
erratic, and I felt this cock swell in my ass, then his body sagged
slightly. He leaned over my back and whispered quietly into my ear, "Good
girl, that wasn't so bad, was it?"
I sobbed and his body stiffened again,
"Oh well, it doesn't matter if you liked it or not. It's always painful
the first time. In a few moths you'll be begging for cock"
I continued sobing, but he didn't care. The man pulled out, and I felt an
emptiness in my ass that I had never felt before. He got up, and walked
around in front of me. He pulled me up to a kneeling position by my hair,
it hurt, but nothing compared to the shame when he wiped his cock off in
my hair. I could smell his cum. He crouched down, so we were eye to eye.
He held something up for me to see, and when I saw the shiny metal, I
panicked, thinking it was the knife, but it was too thin
"Remember when I told you could go home?" It was a needle! I tried to get
away, but he just tightened his hold on my hair. Then he jabbed the needle
into my neck and pushed down the plunger.
"I lied"
The world went dark.
Chapter 2
I awoke to a host of new sensations. The thing down my throat, the cool
air on my skin, the unfamiliar fabrics on my body, the tightness around my
neck, the pain in my arms; so much was new and unexpected that it took me
a few seconds to remember what had happened. The rape, the abduction.
My eyes filled with tears that spilled out and rolled down my face. To the
left, actually, because I was lying on my side. My hands were shackled
behind me. I couldn't see the shackles of course, but I could feel the
metal on my wrists. There was tube in my mouth, tasted and felt like
rubber, with a band going back around my head, securing it. I looked down
and saw what I was wearing. My suit was gone, and had been replaced with a
tight red halter-top, short red mini-skirt, and black stocking. I was
wearing red high heels. I could also feel smooth satin panties underneath
my skirt.
I looked away and moaned through the gag. Would this hell never end? Rape,
kidnapping, now this? I rolled over and became aware of two things; the
jangling of a chain, and a tug on my neck made me realize that I was
wearing a collar, which was connected to a chain. The feeling of my legs
sliding together was odd, and it was a second before it connected. I was
shaven. Not just my legs, either. All of my skin was more sensitive, even
my face felt like I had just had a really good shave.
I had been raped by a stranger in the park, drugged kidnapped, shaved, and
dressed as a girl. I didn't know what was happening, and had never felt so
humiliated, so powerless, so violated. I laid in the dark and cried for
what felt like hours, my sobs sounding strange, coming from around the
gag.
After a while the tears stopped, and the ache in my jaw got stronger and
stronger. Trying to take my mind off it, I sat up and looked around. There
was definitely a chain coming off my collar, about six feet long, and it
lead to a solid metal ring in the wall.
The walls were brick, the ceiling and floor concrete. There was small bed
to my left; grungy looking white sheets, one pillow. To the right, there
was a doorway leading into a small bathroom. It looked like the door had
been removed, and there was no shower curtain. Privacy was not a big
issue, apparently.
On the far wall there was a staircase that led up, out of sight.
There were a number of other, strange objects I couldn't identify. Metal
loops like the one I was chained too protruded from all the walls,
seemingly at random.
I was being held in what was obviously a converted basement. Converted
into what, I couldn't tell. Some sort of dungeon, I supposed. But it was
bright, well lit by halogen lamps on the ceiling. There were no
bloodstains or rusty saws hanging from pegboards, I hadn't been left
bleeding to death in the park. Small blessings, I guess, but they were
something to hold on to.
Then I heard the door at the top of the stairs creak open, and the man
from the park descended.
In the park he had seemed absolutely average, but here, in his world,
dressed and bound as I was, he looked seven feet tall.
He walked over to me, and stood, hands on his hips, legs parted. I was
terrified. He looked at me with such contempt, as if I was a cockroach
scurrying away from him. At that moment, that's how I felt.
"You need to get some things straight" his deep voice rolled over me, and
I tried to collapse into myself. "You are not a man anymore. You are not
anything anymore. You are mine. You are my slave. I am your Master, you
will address me as such. You no longer have a name. If you are good I may
give you a name, but for now you will respond to whatever I call you. You
will do as your Master says. If you do not, I will punish you. If you make
too much trouble, I will kill you"
I was trembling; I had never been so terrified. Things like this don't
happen, this was impossible, a dream, a terrible dream!
"I went to you apartment, cleared out you thing. I left a note explaining
that you couldn't pay your back rent, and were very sorry, but had decided
to skip town. You see, now no one will look for you. You have no friends,
no family, no girlfriend, no job. No one will notice if you just disappear
"Don't worry about your stuff, I burned it. After all, a slave has no
possessions. It is a possession"
I was trembling even harder now. Tears were rolling down my cheeks, I was
breathing so fast I couldn't even sob; all I could do was suck air in
through my nose.
"As you now exist only to please me, I have begun to make changes. The
clothes, the hairlessness? Get used to it. There is another thing that
you may not have noticed yet"
He held up a small vial of clear liquid.
"I get this from a friend in Asia. He calls it "leash". It's a drug, but
not a very popular one. It has not positive affects, you see. No euphoria,
no high, you don't feel anything when it's first injected. It is
addictive, however. Very addictive. One hit, that's it. Changes the user's
brain chemistry permanently. The other noteworthy effect of this drug is
withdrawal. After the first dose if the user doesn't get another every
three days, the pain centers of the brain light up. Not even morphine can
dull the pain. The heart speeds up and eventually overtaxes itself.
Cardiac arrest. But that's not until after at least two weeks of the most
extreme pain the human mind can generate. Most people don't' even get to
the heart failure, the pain kills them first."
He crouched down and grabbed my face, and looked me right in the eye,
"When you were asleep, and I was making you all pretty, I gave you an
injection"
If it wasn't for his steely gaze, I probably would've shut down just then.
I would've fainted, it was all too much. But his eyes held me.
"As you can imagine," he continued, "this whole process is rather
expensive. Foreign drugs, make up, clothes, the occasional surgery, it
adds up" He had slipped the vial back into his pocket, and now he produced
a scalpel. He tilted my head up and pressed the blade against my neck
"I'm going to take you gag off, and you're going to thank me for doing
this to you. You're going to say 'Thank you, Master, for making me your
slave' or I'm going to cut out your voice box, and you'll never say
anything ever again"
He reached behind me and removed the handcuffs. Then he unhooked the chain
from my collar. Finally he undid the clasp behind my head holding the gag
in, and slowly drew it out, much to my jaw's relief.
He cast it aside and pressed the knife down on my skin. "Say it"
"Thank you, Master, for making me your slave"
Master smiled, and stood up. "That's a good girl. I think we'll get along
just fine. But as a bit of insurance, I'm going to give you a little taste
of what will happen if you ever escape. I'll be back in a little while. I
think at that point you'll be more than willing to do whatever I ask"
Master climbed the stairs and left the basement. I heard what sounded like
several heavy locks slide into place, then nothing. Not even his footsteps
walking away. I went over to the bed, collapsed on top of it, and started
to cry.
If you have any comments, feel free to e-mail me at
[email protected]. This is my first Internet gay porn story, so I'd
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forward to that.
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