**This came from my own mind, and in no way do I wish this upon anybody. Please comment for Ideas, as this story is not yet complete.**
There's a reason women are advised to have an escort when walking home in the dark. Arya was even offered one. She refused. It was a mistake.
Arya is one of those college girls that thinks she knows everything, has everything, and can just prostitute herself through school. It worked in high school, when she would just offer guys a blow job or fuck them for homework or test answers. She even bribed an instructor once. Arya was used to flaunting herself. She never had a shortage of guys to choose from, and most times she would just fuck them to mess with their minds. But now, she was in college. A whole different game.
Instead of a nice, safe walk from classroom to classroom, she has to transfer from one building to another. She had ignored her class sign-up schedule for so long that she had very little choices of class times. Fridays, the one day that she wanted to have off, she has math at 8 am, biology at 1:30 pm, and finally a physical fitness class at 8 pm. She barely shows up to math, biology is mildly interesting because she suspects that the instructor would be easy to bribe for an A. Arya actually enjoys physical fitness. She is able to wear her sexy yoga pants and show off to most of the guys. And she found that, if she tries really hard and worked up a sweat, the guys will almost follow her into the changing room. She always tries really hard.
After her physical fitness class, she has to take a bus to her off-campus dormitory. It's only a three block walk, but after an hour of intense cardio work, it seems more like 30 blocks. Usually the bus runs in 15 minute intervals. The bus drops off right in front of the dorm building. She would have a car here, but parking space is never available.
Arya's roommate is another one of this type. Always viewed as hot, very spoiled, and well versed in the art of seducing. She even has a poster up on the wall that says, “If you can't beat them, fuck them until they submit.”
Three weeks into the semester, they're relationship is still new, and very awkward.
“Hey Jenni,” Arya yells from the shower, “did you touch my shampoo?”
“No? Why,” Jenni yells back from their room.
“It feels like some is missing.” Arya and Jenni share a suite with two other girls, but they are never there. They sleep in their boyfriends' rooms. Jenni and Arya don't pay attention to the rest of the floor.
“So, are you going to go to that super awesome party tomorrow?” Jenni asks when Arya enters.
“I heard that hot guy from your biology class will be there.” Jenni and Arya are under 21, but this hasn't stopped them before.
“I can't, I have my fitness class.” Arya responds, saddened. She was hoping to get drunk, black out, and just sleep the rest of the day away.
“Since when do you care about classes,” Jenni snaps back. It's true that Arya hasn't been stopped from parties because of classes before, but Arya actually likes the fitness class. She is able to flaunt herself without the mandatory questioning and disapproving looks from bible groups, and the creepy stares that the old men give.
“I was hoping to hook up with a guy from that class tonight. He says he'll walk me to his place after class.”
“Oh, trust me Arya, there will be plenty of easy guys at that party. Half of these guys seem like they haven't seen a girl in a couple years, and the other half think they can get me.”
“I know, but this guy is loaded. I'll probably ask him to get me a couple bottles of vodka after I'm done with him.”
“Suit yourself Arya. I'm getting free booze on my own.” Arya finishes drying off, slips on some of her pajamas, and drifts off into the night.
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Their fitness class had to be moved to a separate building today, due to renovations. Instead of the normal three blocks, it's five. Arya tries less hard today, trying to save her energy for the amazing sex she'll be having later tonight. Despite this, she still works up a sweat and, as usual, is panting at the end. She takes her time in the shower, freshening up to make sure she can get the most out of her hookup. Arya then waits by the door to leave the building. She notices her hook up approaching her. He doesn't look as excited as she had hoped.
“Hey, so about tonight...” he begins.
“Yeah, what's up,” Arya inquisitively asks.
“It can't happen. My parent's are staying the night unexpectedly. Their power cut out, and since they only live an hour away, they took at their food and stuff and shoved it into my fridge. They wouldn't like it if I brought a girl home. They are a little bit,” a pause, “strict.”
“Oh, okay...” Arya trails off.
“Look, I'm very sorry. I'll walk you to the bus stop if you want.”
“No, that's okay. I usually walk alone.” Arya turns her head away, shyly, trying to pull one of her seducing tricks.
“Are you sure? It can be pretty bad around here this time of night. And especially on a Friday. “Look, I'll just walk you to the bus stop, okay?” She can tell he is being sincere, but the shock of being refused is a little bit mind crushing. Arya has only had a few instances of being turned down, and none within the past year.
“Yeah, I'm fine. I carry pepper spray in my bag. You should go home and see your parents.” Arya doesn't want to seduce him anymore. She is too hurt by rejection.
“If you're sure. I'm really sorry Arya.” He says. They hug, and he walks off towards his house. Arya starts to walk towards the bus stop.
Trying to drown her sorrows with music, she pops in some of her ear buds and turns the volume up to full. A tired, sexy girl. Walking alone in a bad neighborhood at night. Completely blocking out the world around her. Without warning, dizziness hits her like a brick wall. She stumbles a bit farther, wondering if this is from dehydration, over working, or just a random dizzy spell. A few more steps, then suddenly she is grabbed from behind. Her purse is ripped from her shoulder. She tries to scream, but a hand is placed over her mouth and her torso is grabbed from behind. All she hears is her music, still at full volume. As she looks around, panicking, a black felt bag is placed over her head. As the last of the light flashes into black, she is able to make out the bus stop. Less than half a block away.
Arya is dragged into what feels like a cargo van. She struggles and writhes, trying to get away. She is too tired to make a decent effort. Unable to see or hear anything besides her music, she feels an incredibly intense stinging pain in her thigh. A needle. A few seconds, and suddenly her muscles just relax. She collapses onto her side, unable to move. Arya tries to get up, but her muscles will not work. Her dizziness just becomes worse, the music is now turning into unintelligible sounds. She wants to pass out. But she stays awake. She fights the drug. She feels her legs being bound together, and her wrists are elevated and chained to the ceiling. She is moved into a kneeling position inside the van, with her wrists above her and her legs behind her. Her arms are not pulled taught, and actually have a few inches of slack. Arya feels touching of her chest, but cannot understand what is happening. In her last moments of consciousness, she feels a tightening of a strap around her chest.
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When Arya awakes, she is immediately attentive to the sound of a diesel engine reverberating in a hollow metal body. Her arms are still strung up, as she last remembers. Every bump is felt in her knees, resting on the bare wooden floor. As she moves her torso, she realizes that a safety harness is attached to her, which is attached to the ceiling. “Am I being kidnapped,” she thinks to herself. She moves her torso some more, and finds that the safety harness is not against bare skin. She is still fully clothed.
“Hello,” she says, still in a daze. “Who's there?” Suddenly, the sound of the diesel engine quiets. A sudden lurch of her body tells her one thing: the vehicle stopped. Her hood is ripped off, and she is blinded by the light.
“Hello there. What took you so long,” he says with a mocking tone.
“Who are you,” Arya replies, still blinded, dazed.
“That'd be too easy.” Another sharp pain in her thigh, and her dizziness starts all over. She is out before the vehicle starts to move again.
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Arya awakes, this time with no hood. The room is quite dark, and her eyes have very little problem adjusting to the light. Her wrists are tied together behind her back, her forearms perpendicular to her spine. The upper arms are parallel with her torso. She feels incredible amounts of rope against her bare skin. Her perky breasts are exposed for the world to see. She tries to move her ankles, but they are chained to the ground. Her knees are also stationary, but she is able to sit back on her heels. God, her knees ache against the metal floor. Arya tries to speak, but can't. She knows the words she wants to say, but her vocal chords are paralyzed. Her head is facing forward, very prominently. She tilts her head forward, and feels an upward pulling on her already strained wrists. Panic sets in. Here she is, tied in some sort of Japanese bondage, completely naked, lost, and...thirsty. Incredibly thirsty. Looking down, Arya notices a water bottle, placed just the right distance away. With all the energy she has, she attempts to lean forward, pivoting on her knees, to pick up the water bottle with her mouth. She has to lean her head forward a tiny bit to be able to grab it, and her wrists feels a corresponding pull upward. Arya grabs the bottle in her teeth, and manages to wiggle back so her torso is upright again. She tilts her head backward and sucks on the bottle, finally quenching her thirst. It isn't water, but some sort of energy drink. She finishes the bottle and drops it on the ground, finally relieved that something has gone right. Arya tries to speak again. Nothing.
Two hours later, the lights abruptly flash on. Arya is blinded by the light, but hears a door open, a single pair of footsteps enter, and the door close again.
“Hello Ladies,” a man begins. “There is a bottle of Gatorade in front of you, just within your reach if you lean forward. Feel free to drink it, I know that those drugs make you thirsty. You wont be able to speak for a couple more hours, but right now you should do more listening than talking. I am your warden, and this is your training facility. As of now, you are enrolled in slave training. We will teach you how to become the perfect slave, from sucking cock to eating pussy, and even some anal if we so choose. But, all this,” he pauses, “the drugs, the kidnappings, the staff required, all costs money.” He starts to pace back and forth in lengths of about ten feet. “You will be my whores. Customers will pay for a session with you, and you will oblige the customer. He may want rough sex. You will spread your legs and take it. He may want to fuck your ass from behind while pulling your hair and pinching your nipples. You will bend over and invite him. She may want her pussy fucked by a face mounted dildo, then be eaten out and cum fifty times. Then she may want to put on a strap-on and fuck your ass until you're crying. You will kneel down and say 'When do I start?'. My customers pay for a session with one of you girls. And you will do exactly as he or she requests. Service thirty five customers to satisfaction, and you will be let go.” The man pauses suddenly. Arya's eyes finally start to adjust to the blinding light. But she hears the door open and many more footsteps march in. A blindfold is secured around her eyes, and she is back into a world of darkness. Judging by the number of footsteps, she assumes there must be at least five other girls in here.
The man continues.“You did not hear me wrong. You will be let go when you service thirty five customers. Naturally we will drug you until you don't remember a thing, but you will be dropped off somewhere close to where you were picked up. This means that it is your choice on how long you stay here. You can accept your fate, go through training quickly, be very desirable to customers, and get your thirty five over with within six months. We've seen it happen. Others will refuse training and have virtually no customers. Some women have been here for four years. The average time is two, but this is entirely up to you.” Door opens, and the man leaves.
There's a reason women are advised to have an escort when walking home in the dark. Arya was even offered one. She refused. It was a mistake.
Arya is one of those college girls that thinks she knows everything, has everything, and can just prostitute herself through school. It worked in high school, when she would just offer guys a blow job or fuck them for homework or test answers. She even bribed an instructor once. Arya was used to flaunting herself. She never had a shortage of guys to choose from, and most times she would just fuck them to mess with their minds. But now, she was in college. A whole different game.
Instead of a nice, safe walk from classroom to classroom, she has to transfer from one building to another. She had ignored her class sign-up schedule for so long that she had very little choices of class times. Fridays, the one day that she wanted to have off, she has math at 8 am, biology at 1:30 pm, and finally a physical fitness class at 8 pm. She barely shows up to math, biology is mildly interesting because she suspects that the instructor would be easy to bribe for an A. Arya actually enjoys physical fitness. She is able to wear her sexy yoga pants and show off to most of the guys. And she found that, if she tries really hard and worked up a sweat, the guys will almost follow her into the changing room. She always tries really hard.
After her physical fitness class, she has to take a bus to her off-campus dormitory. It's only a three block walk, but after an hour of intense cardio work, it seems more like 30 blocks. Usually the bus runs in 15 minute intervals. The bus drops off right in front of the dorm building. She would have a car here, but parking space is never available.
Arya's roommate is another one of this type. Always viewed as hot, very spoiled, and well versed in the art of seducing. She even has a poster up on the wall that says, “If you can't beat them, fuck them until they submit.”
Three weeks into the semester, they're relationship is still new, and very awkward.
“Hey Jenni,” Arya yells from the shower, “did you touch my shampoo?”
“No? Why,” Jenni yells back from their room.
“It feels like some is missing.” Arya and Jenni share a suite with two other girls, but they are never there. They sleep in their boyfriends' rooms. Jenni and Arya don't pay attention to the rest of the floor.
“So, are you going to go to that super awesome party tomorrow?” Jenni asks when Arya enters.
“I heard that hot guy from your biology class will be there.” Jenni and Arya are under 21, but this hasn't stopped them before.
“I can't, I have my fitness class.” Arya responds, saddened. She was hoping to get drunk, black out, and just sleep the rest of the day away.
“Since when do you care about classes,” Jenni snaps back. It's true that Arya hasn't been stopped from parties because of classes before, but Arya actually likes the fitness class. She is able to flaunt herself without the mandatory questioning and disapproving looks from bible groups, and the creepy stares that the old men give.
“I was hoping to hook up with a guy from that class tonight. He says he'll walk me to his place after class.”
“Oh, trust me Arya, there will be plenty of easy guys at that party. Half of these guys seem like they haven't seen a girl in a couple years, and the other half think they can get me.”
“I know, but this guy is loaded. I'll probably ask him to get me a couple bottles of vodka after I'm done with him.”
“Suit yourself Arya. I'm getting free booze on my own.” Arya finishes drying off, slips on some of her pajamas, and drifts off into the night.
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Their fitness class had to be moved to a separate building today, due to renovations. Instead of the normal three blocks, it's five. Arya tries less hard today, trying to save her energy for the amazing sex she'll be having later tonight. Despite this, she still works up a sweat and, as usual, is panting at the end. She takes her time in the shower, freshening up to make sure she can get the most out of her hookup. Arya then waits by the door to leave the building. She notices her hook up approaching her. He doesn't look as excited as she had hoped.
“Hey, so about tonight...” he begins.
“Yeah, what's up,” Arya inquisitively asks.
“It can't happen. My parent's are staying the night unexpectedly. Their power cut out, and since they only live an hour away, they took at their food and stuff and shoved it into my fridge. They wouldn't like it if I brought a girl home. They are a little bit,” a pause, “strict.”
“Oh, okay...” Arya trails off.
“Look, I'm very sorry. I'll walk you to the bus stop if you want.”
“No, that's okay. I usually walk alone.” Arya turns her head away, shyly, trying to pull one of her seducing tricks.
“Are you sure? It can be pretty bad around here this time of night. And especially on a Friday. “Look, I'll just walk you to the bus stop, okay?” She can tell he is being sincere, but the shock of being refused is a little bit mind crushing. Arya has only had a few instances of being turned down, and none within the past year.
“Yeah, I'm fine. I carry pepper spray in my bag. You should go home and see your parents.” Arya doesn't want to seduce him anymore. She is too hurt by rejection.
“If you're sure. I'm really sorry Arya.” He says. They hug, and he walks off towards his house. Arya starts to walk towards the bus stop.
Trying to drown her sorrows with music, she pops in some of her ear buds and turns the volume up to full. A tired, sexy girl. Walking alone in a bad neighborhood at night. Completely blocking out the world around her. Without warning, dizziness hits her like a brick wall. She stumbles a bit farther, wondering if this is from dehydration, over working, or just a random dizzy spell. A few more steps, then suddenly she is grabbed from behind. Her purse is ripped from her shoulder. She tries to scream, but a hand is placed over her mouth and her torso is grabbed from behind. All she hears is her music, still at full volume. As she looks around, panicking, a black felt bag is placed over her head. As the last of the light flashes into black, she is able to make out the bus stop. Less than half a block away.
Arya is dragged into what feels like a cargo van. She struggles and writhes, trying to get away. She is too tired to make a decent effort. Unable to see or hear anything besides her music, she feels an incredibly intense stinging pain in her thigh. A needle. A few seconds, and suddenly her muscles just relax. She collapses onto her side, unable to move. Arya tries to get up, but her muscles will not work. Her dizziness just becomes worse, the music is now turning into unintelligible sounds. She wants to pass out. But she stays awake. She fights the drug. She feels her legs being bound together, and her wrists are elevated and chained to the ceiling. She is moved into a kneeling position inside the van, with her wrists above her and her legs behind her. Her arms are not pulled taught, and actually have a few inches of slack. Arya feels touching of her chest, but cannot understand what is happening. In her last moments of consciousness, she feels a tightening of a strap around her chest.
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When Arya awakes, she is immediately attentive to the sound of a diesel engine reverberating in a hollow metal body. Her arms are still strung up, as she last remembers. Every bump is felt in her knees, resting on the bare wooden floor. As she moves her torso, she realizes that a safety harness is attached to her, which is attached to the ceiling. “Am I being kidnapped,” she thinks to herself. She moves her torso some more, and finds that the safety harness is not against bare skin. She is still fully clothed.
“Hello,” she says, still in a daze. “Who's there?” Suddenly, the sound of the diesel engine quiets. A sudden lurch of her body tells her one thing: the vehicle stopped. Her hood is ripped off, and she is blinded by the light.
“Hello there. What took you so long,” he says with a mocking tone.
“Who are you,” Arya replies, still blinded, dazed.
“That'd be too easy.” Another sharp pain in her thigh, and her dizziness starts all over. She is out before the vehicle starts to move again.
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Arya awakes, this time with no hood. The room is quite dark, and her eyes have very little problem adjusting to the light. Her wrists are tied together behind her back, her forearms perpendicular to her spine. The upper arms are parallel with her torso. She feels incredible amounts of rope against her bare skin. Her perky breasts are exposed for the world to see. She tries to move her ankles, but they are chained to the ground. Her knees are also stationary, but she is able to sit back on her heels. God, her knees ache against the metal floor. Arya tries to speak, but can't. She knows the words she wants to say, but her vocal chords are paralyzed. Her head is facing forward, very prominently. She tilts her head forward, and feels an upward pulling on her already strained wrists. Panic sets in. Here she is, tied in some sort of Japanese bondage, completely naked, lost, and...thirsty. Incredibly thirsty. Looking down, Arya notices a water bottle, placed just the right distance away. With all the energy she has, she attempts to lean forward, pivoting on her knees, to pick up the water bottle with her mouth. She has to lean her head forward a tiny bit to be able to grab it, and her wrists feels a corresponding pull upward. Arya grabs the bottle in her teeth, and manages to wiggle back so her torso is upright again. She tilts her head backward and sucks on the bottle, finally quenching her thirst. It isn't water, but some sort of energy drink. She finishes the bottle and drops it on the ground, finally relieved that something has gone right. Arya tries to speak again. Nothing.
Two hours later, the lights abruptly flash on. Arya is blinded by the light, but hears a door open, a single pair of footsteps enter, and the door close again.
“Hello Ladies,” a man begins. “There is a bottle of Gatorade in front of you, just within your reach if you lean forward. Feel free to drink it, I know that those drugs make you thirsty. You wont be able to speak for a couple more hours, but right now you should do more listening than talking. I am your warden, and this is your training facility. As of now, you are enrolled in slave training. We will teach you how to become the perfect slave, from sucking cock to eating pussy, and even some anal if we so choose. But, all this,” he pauses, “the drugs, the kidnappings, the staff required, all costs money.” He starts to pace back and forth in lengths of about ten feet. “You will be my whores. Customers will pay for a session with you, and you will oblige the customer. He may want rough sex. You will spread your legs and take it. He may want to fuck your ass from behind while pulling your hair and pinching your nipples. You will bend over and invite him. She may want her pussy fucked by a face mounted dildo, then be eaten out and cum fifty times. Then she may want to put on a strap-on and fuck your ass until you're crying. You will kneel down and say 'When do I start?'. My customers pay for a session with one of you girls. And you will do exactly as he or she requests. Service thirty five customers to satisfaction, and you will be let go.” The man pauses suddenly. Arya's eyes finally start to adjust to the blinding light. But she hears the door open and many more footsteps march in. A blindfold is secured around her eyes, and she is back into a world of darkness. Judging by the number of footsteps, she assumes there must be at least five other girls in here.
The man continues.“You did not hear me wrong. You will be let go when you service thirty five customers. Naturally we will drug you until you don't remember a thing, but you will be dropped off somewhere close to where you were picked up. This means that it is your choice on how long you stay here. You can accept your fate, go through training quickly, be very desirable to customers, and get your thirty five over with within six months. We've seen it happen. Others will refuse training and have virtually no customers. Some women have been here for four years. The average time is two, but this is entirely up to you.” Door opens, and the man leaves.
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