Laura the Canvas Pt. 01

Author's note: This is my first story, please let me know how you like it so far and offer any suggestions with where we might go with it!

This is mostly a set up for later chapters. The good stuff is coming.

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Laura was nervous as she headed home on what should have been, to an outside observer, the worst day of her 21 year life. The 5'10 Blonde gym-rat's day started with trying to register for her next semester of classes, only to be told that the school had no record of her being a student there. Then, when she tried to go to work, she had been told that she was no longer on the schedule and had, in fact, been let go.

As she pulled up to her apartment, she found something taped to her door. "What the hell now?" She thought to herself as she walked towards the door and discovered the eviction notice taped there. "They really went this far?" she nervously thought, as she got back into her car and sped off towards the agreed meeting place.

Laura arrived at the nature preserve and set off down the trail. She had known when she agreed to this plan that this trail was almost never used and she wasn't likely to run into anyone that she didn't intend to. She had not realized the lengths to which her unknown conspirator would go in order to realize their plan. Nor did she know beforehand that today would be the day it would all happen. She was not even a hundred yards down the trail when these thoughts were interrupted by the sound of breaking glass and a car starting, then driving away quickly. She barely even bothered to turn around and return to where her car had been just moments before, knowing it was not coming back.

Looking down at the broken glass on the ground she knew that there really was no way to back out now. There was no cell service here in the woods, and she wasn't prepared for the 15 mile walk back to town. Laura plugged her headphones in and put on something to calm her nerves as she started back down her prescribed path. The headphones assured she was unable to hear the footsteps as the man crept up behind her, shoved a hood over her head and pulled ropes tight around her body.

As much as she knew she shouldn't try to fight and yell, the suddenness of the attack caught her off guard and she began to struggle. With her music still playing, Laura was unable to hear her car pull back up and the trunk pop open. Her captor proceeded to lift her into the trunk and join his accomplice in the front seat as they took off deeper into the woods. Knowing their plan had gone off seamlessly, the men barely bothered to make sure they weren't being followed. As they neared the house deep in the woods, they pulled Laura's car into the garage to make sure no one would spot it if anyone happened to venture past.

Laura's struggling began to calm as the car came to a stop, the music was still in her ears as she was lifted from the trunk and carried into the house. She felt the sensation of bouncing on the man's shoulder as he carried her down the stairs into the basement. She was, however, unable to hear the noises of the keypad as the man opened the special steel door that had been installed for just this purpose. It wasn't until her body hit the hard plastic tray of the large dog crate that her headphones popped out and she was able to hear the two men talking.

"You're sure no one saw or heard us?" Said the first voice

"Will you relax, we're totally in the clear. The plan worked perfectly and the crew is on their way now." Explained the other

"I still can't believe we were able to pull it all off."

"It's amazing what you can accomplish over the phone with someone's personal information, and some downright blatant lies. I was able to withdraw her from the university posing as her father, and was able to convince her job that I was a police officer who had caught her with hundreds in stolen merchandise. That only made it easier to convince her landlord that she was a deadbeat who had landed in jail. She gave me all the information I needed, I just had to use it properly."

Laura, still nervous, smiled to herself and spoke in the direction of the voices, breaking up the conversation, "You know the hood was a bit much, I told you I'd come willingly."

"That would have taken the fun out of it for us. You were so quick to give me everything I needed that I almost thought you were messing with me. But then I checked in on you at work a few times and realized that you really were telling the truth. The group is on its way to meet you. So this will be your last chance to change your mind before I go and prepare for your welcome party." Said the second man.

"I'm ready," Laura called out to men. She then heard the door close and footsteps going back up the stairs. She tried to find a comfortable position in the crate as she anxiously listened intently for the sound of the men returning.

After what felt like hours, Laura finally heard footsteps on the stairs accompanied by the sound of many more voices than before, she was able to make out at least six different people, both men and women, but couldn't make out what they were saying. This time she heard the beeping of the door lock as the heavy steel door swung open and the group made their way into the space.

"Holy shit you really did it!' Exclaimed a female voice

"Dude, she's perfect," Said a man's voice not matching one of the two that abducted her.

"You think she knows what's in store for her?" Said yet another new male voice.

"She helped plan it all, so she should," Said her original captor. "Did you bring all the supplies?"

"Did you really think we'd forget?" was the reply.

"Lets get this started then" Laura's second kidnapper chimed in.

The next sound Laura heard was the latch on the crate she was in being opened as a pair of large hands grabbed her and pulled her out. She was once again thrown over a shoulder and carried a short distance before she was placed onto a cold metal table and straps were fastened around her legs and ankles. The rope around her torso was cut lose as her arms were pulled out to the sides and strapped down. Finally, a strap went around her throat as the other rope and her hood were cut free. Laura was momentarily blinded by the bright surgical lights that shone overhead. As she opened her mouth, a gag was placed past her teeth and strapped around the back of her head.

"I hope you are happy with how our plan has worked so far." Said her main captor. "We didn't expect anyone to seriously reply to our online add, but here you are."

The add had simply said, "We are a group of body modification artists and BDSM enthusiasts who are tired of the same old idiots who come to us wanting their stupid tribal tattoos and boring belly button rings, and are looking for something a little different. We are seeking somebody who is willing to give their body and life over to us to use as a personal canvas, pet, and plaything. Serious inquiries only."

Laura had replied late one night, and had not expected an actual response. She had no ties to leave behind, no real friends and no family to speak of. She was tired of the monotony of her everyday life and longed to be rid of the worries of constantly fending for herself. She liked the sound of other people being in charge of everything about her, and had always been unhappy with the way she looked. She admired the crowd at the university with the multi-colored hair, tattoos, and piercings; but was always indecisive on what to get for herself. The idea of allowing others to pick for her was a perfect solution in her mind.

Over the last few months she and the ad's author had conversed back and forth formulating this plan. She hadn't known when it would happen, or the exact details of how they would make sure she wasn't reported missing or looked for; but so far she was happy with their thoroughness. Had she not been gagged, the men and women around her would have seen a small smile creep onto Laura's face as she daydreamed through their conversation and preparations.

The whir of an electric hair trimmer snapped Laura back to reality as she shivered and small wet spot began to form on the table beneath her.

To be continued...