My Enslavement

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Apocalyptic fantasy about a woman kidnapped & enslaved.
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Updated 09/22/2022
Created 05/24/2007
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It was late in February 2016, one year ago this month. I was walking home from my job at the hospital where I worked as an admissions clerk. It was a three mile walk and it gave me plenty of time to feel sorry for myself.

The last few years had been rough to say the least. It started with oil shortages which lead to an economic depression. Millions of people were unemployed. Then in 2015 the flu pandemic began. It hit too fast for anyone to prepare. The government was failing. We often had rolling black outs. I heard rumors that some cities in the Midwest were running out of food.

All I knew for sure was that the hospital I worked at was a living hell. When the flu first struck we were swarmed with panicked people. Most of them weren't even sick yet. As winter approached more people came to us for help and we had to start turning them away. There were beds set up in every available space, but we still didn't have enough room.

The morgue struggled as well. By the end of December bodies were everywhere. People were leaving the dead to lie on the streets like garbage.

I guess I should have felt lucky. I had a job, even if it didn't pay regularly. Spring was nearing and, so far, I was still alive. I got sick that November, but I survived.

However, my fiancé and parents did not.

I continued thinking about my life as I walked. Soon, I had the eerie feeling that someone was following me. I stopped and turned around. It was dark and I couldn't see anything. I was in a subdivision about a mile away from my house. It appeared to have electricity, but there was little light on the street. I thought I saw something move in a shadow.

I kept walking, faster this time, my instincts told me to run, but I ignored them. I felt stupid for walking home alone. I should have saved enough money for gas or found a ride. I was twenty four years old and I suppose I would be considered attractive. To make matters worse, the police presence was scarce since the pandemic.

Suddenly, someone grabbed me from behind. I tried to scream, but they stifled it with their hand. I could tell from the size that it was a man's hand. I tried to kick at him, but I could not make contact. I felt him lift up my heavy coat and jam something metal into my side. My muscles went limp and I fell to the ground in a heap. My mind was still aware and I knew he used a stun gun on me.

The man picked me up and threw my limp body over his shoulder. I could not see his face. He carried me a short distance and then he stopped in front of a house. I was beginning to regain some feeling in my limbs and I was desperately willing them to move. My heart was beating irregularly. I thought I was going to die of fright. The man carried me into the house shutting the door behind us. He threw me on the floor and I landed hard on my ass. I got a good look at him for the first time. He was around thirty years old and his head was shaved. He was wearing a sweatshirt and jeans. He looked solemn as he turned and locked the deadbolt.

He turned back to me. "What's your name?"

"Vivian." I said shakily.

"Get up." he ordered.

I struggled to get my legs to support me. They trembled as I stood up.

"Come with me." he said.

I looked at him, dumbfounded. He grabbed my hand and dragged me down a hallway to a bedroom.

The bedroom scared me even more. Everything in it was black, except for the thick shiny chains that hung from the ceiling in a corner of the room. It was definitely something you wouldn't find in most suburban homes.

"Let's get this over with." he stated coldly, "You are my new slave. You will not leave this house unless I allow it. Now, strip."

He spoke to me with such authority that I actually started to take my coat off. I caught myself and stopped. He frowned at me.

"You will learn to do as you're told, Vivian."

I was not prepared for the slap that landed across my face. It knocked me sideways bringing tears to my eyes. He tackled me and tore off my clothes. He had the unnatural ability to put me in positions that were so painful, I could offer little resistance.

When I was naked he led me by my long hair to the corner of the room with the chains. He fastened my wrists to them and pulled them tight. He stopped when my arms were suspended over my head. I felt as if my shoulders were going to be pulled out of their sockets. Facing the corner, I could not see what he was doing, though from the sounds I heard, I guessed that he was getting undressed. I heard some other noises as well, but I couldn't tell what they were.

It seemed like I was there forever, hanging in the dark corner, listening to shuffling and other less discernable sounds, before he finally returned and shoved a rubber ball into my mouth. It had straps that went around my face to the back of my head. He secured it so I could not get it out. I moaned as I realized what was happening. I had only been with two men, but I was not naive. I knew what to expect next, as he walked away, leaving me once again to stare in horror at the darkened shadows of the corner.

This time he did not leave me waiting. The next sound I heard was the crack of a whip as it landed across my back. I screamed into the gag. I was sure that my flesh was being ripped open with each blow that rained down on my backside. It didn't take long before I was sobbing. After an eternity, he stopped and unchained me. I now had a full view of him through my teary eyes. He was slightly muscular and several inches taller than me. My eyes couldn't help but drift down to his hard cock.

"If I take the gag out, do you promise to be quiet?" he asked in a calm voice that gave me chills.

I nodded my head. My jaw ached almost as bad as my back and I would have promised anything if it got him to take it out.

He undid the straps and I pushed it out of my mouth quickly. He turned me around and kissed me softly on the forehead, as his hands moved over my breasts. Gently, he caressed them until my nipples were hard. He traced his fingertips lightly down my sides, over the curves of my hips, around to my ass, tightly squeezing it.

I gasped at the pain. He smiled a little and led me to his bed. I thought about protesting, but I have to confess that I am a coward when it comes to pain. I could not bear the thought of being whipped like that again.

He pushed me onto my back causing me to yelp. My legs were draped over the edge of the bed. He knelt down between them. I felt his tongue touch my clit. It seemed more sensitive than normal and I jumped when he touched it. I was surprised that I was able to get any pleasure from this after the torturous hell he had just put me through.

He licked my clit for a long time before moving down to the opening of my pussy. He impaled me with his tongue and I moved my hips towards his face. He moved back up to my clit and began tonguing it in earnest. Despite my fears and shame I could feel my orgasm building. I began moaning softly as it approached. I felt numb as I came for him.

I was allowed to recover for a moment before he rolled me over. "Get on your knees." he instructed.

I did as I was told. I put my knees on the edge of the bed and put my face down. I expected him to start fucking me, but he leaned over me and kissed the back of my neck. He continued kissing and gently biting down my back. I couldn't help but feel aroused. He seemed to instinctively know where all of my sensitive spots were.

I was ready to beg him to fuck me when I felt his cock touch my pussy. He slowly forced it inside me until I could feel the base of his cock touching my shaved pussy. I moaned again as he began fucking me. His slow pace was driving me insane. I squeezed my pussy around his cock and pushed back against him. He finally increased his pace and thrust harder into me until I was screaming into the mattress. I came again, this time without warning, and I felt lightheaded with the intensity of it. As my orgasm subsided, I could feel his cock twitch inside of me followed by the warmth of his cum filling my pussy.

He pulled out of me and I laid down on the bed. I was still in a daze from the two massive orgasms I just had. I watched him turn off the light and climb into the bed next to me. He pulled me into his arms and held me. He gently caressed my hair. I stared blankly off into space trying to comprehend the evening's events. I felt his cum dripping out of me. I don't know how long we laid there.

I was startled out of my trance when I heard a baby cry. It was the last sound in the world I expected to hear.

The man groaned. "Follow me." He said as he got out of bed. He turned on the light again and put on a bathrobe. He tossed me one as well. "Put this on."

I did and followed him out of the room. We went back into the hall and into another bedroom. It was lit dimly by a nightlight. To my shock there was not one crib, but two. Each one held a small baby. They both looked like tiny angels. They were pale with dark brown hair. The same color as mine. Their features were perfect and they looked similar. Expect one was wearing pink and the other blue.

"Are they both yours?" I blurted out.

"Yes. Twins. I need help." I was beginning to realize he was a man of few words.

"I don't know anything about babies." This was the truth. I had never even held a baby this small.

"If I learned, so can you." he said as he picked the girl up.

I watched him take care of them and he handed me the boy. He showed me how to hold him. I was amazed at how gentle this monster of a man had suddenly become. I followed him back to the kitchen. He showed me how to fix their formula. As I helped him feed them I asked, "What are their names...and yours?"

"Their names are Alex and Andrea... You will call me 'Sir'"

"Where is their mother?" I figured this was a stupid question too, but I needed to be sure.

"She's dead." He looked me in the eye. I looked away from him.

"I'm sorry." I said truthfully. No one knew why, but the flu seemed to kill more women than men. Children also seemed to have better odds of surviving it.

"Did you get sick?" he asked.

"Yes, a few months ago."

We did not speak again until later when the babies were asleep again. He gave me a nightgown to wear and we got back in his bed.

"I have to go back to work in a few days. I need you to watch the babies." he told me.

I could not wrap my brain around his statement. This could not be real. Why would he kidnap a stranger to watch his children? "Why me?" I finally asked.

"There is no one else. I've looked." He turned on his side and faced away from me.

I didn't say anything else. I stayed in his bed, awake for hours. I thought about trying to escape, but I was afraid of the consequences. When a baby cried, he woke up and I followed him again to help. This routine went on for two more days.

During that time I felt like I was in a trance. He told me that I could wear any of his wife's clothes I wanted. On both nights he tied me to the bed and toyed with me before fucking me senseless.

It was the evening of my third day there when he told me, "Tomorrow morning I'm going back to work." He handed me a phone. "If you need anything you can call me. It's the only number the phone will call."

"What do you do?"

He didn't answer me for a long time. Then he said, "I'm a police officer."

I couldn't help but giggle at the irony.

He ignored my outburst and said that all he really cared about was that I took care of his kids. With that out of the way, he proceeded to bend me over his lap. He pulled up my gown to expose my bare ass. He began by rubbing it firmly. Next, he lightly touched my pussy and thighs with his fingers. I squirmed on his lap and he slapped me hard on the ass. He rubbed my ass again and slapped it over and over. This didn't hurt like the whipping. I was amazed that I was feeling aroused by it and noticed I was getting wet.

He stopped and pulled me up so I was sitting on his lap. He continued fondling my breasts and pussy, but he never touched me enough to make me cum.

I couldn't take his teasing anymore. "Fuck me." I whispered in his ear.

He threw me off his lap onto the bed. At first, I thought I angered him. He pulled his shorts off and climbed on top of me. I bent my knees to give him easier access to my waiting pussy. He guided his hard cock to my pussy and slammed it inside. "Oh, god." I groaned as he started fucking me. It was not long before I came. He grunted as he came and let all of his weight down on me. I could feel my pussy involuntarily contracting around his cock as he laid on top of me.

That night, for the first time since my abduction, I slept peacefully.

The next morning I got up with him. He got ready for work and I started taking care of the babies. After he left, I sighed with relief that I was alone in the house. While the babies slept I started exploring. I checked all of the windows and doors. They all had burglar bars on the outside. All of the doors had deadbolts that locked from the inside. I could open the windows, but I didn't see anyone on the street. Not that they would be able to help me anyway. What would they do...call the police?

There was no phone; except for the one he gave me, or computer. I had no way to easily escape. I sat on the couch and thought about my predicament. I figured if I tried hard enough I could escape. I thought about getting a knife from the kitchen, hiding it under the mattress, and stabbing him while he slept.

Despite what he had done to me, I didn't think I could go through with that plan. Even if I did, I wondered where I would go. I would have to get out of town. I settled on the fact that I was here until he released me. It wasn't so bad; I tried to rationalize to myself. At least I don't have to go back to my awful job.

I got up and set about exploring the house again. If I was trapped here I wanted to learn as much as I could about the man keeping me here. I didn't even know his name. I noticed as I went from room to room that there was a lack of personal items. No photos, no mail, or any personal documents.

It was in the last room I looked in that day, his bedroom, where I finally found something of interest. I opened a huge wooden trunk at the base of the bed. I gasped as I saw that it was full of sex toys. I dug though them, looking at each one. I was concerned that I didn't even know what most of them were for. At the bottom of the trunk I found some books and a small photo album. I looked through the books first. One was a how-to manual for bondage, another was about being dominant, and the other about being submissive. I decided I would read through those later. I opened the photo album. The first picture was of a stunning blonde. She was naked, blindfolded, and tied to the bed. I looked up, it was this bed. I surmised this must have been his wife. The rest of the pictures were mostly of this woman in different poses. There were also some pictures of her with another woman.

I put everything back in place except for the books about domination and submission.

I spent the next two weeks reading bits and pieces from the books and busying myself around the house. I started having dinner ready for him when he got home. We would eat at the dining room table together. I would tell him what his children did during the day and he seemed to enjoy this. He still spoke very little to me, but he continued to fuck me every night. He always held me afterwards. I found myself secretly beginning to look forward to our sessions in the bedroom. The books had intrigued me as well.

"Sir, may I ask you something?" I asked one night at dinner.

He looked up at me from his meal, I think I surprised him with my sudden question, "What?"

"Are you going to let me go soon?"

He looked annoyed. "Not likely."

"Then will you take me to my house so I can get some of my own things? I know no one is looking for me and I promise I won't be any trouble." I said this as fast as I could. I was afraid I was going to earn myself a beating.

"What things?"

I was elated that he hadn't immediately said no. "Just some clothes and some photos of my family."

"Make a list and I'll get them for you."

"Please, Sir, I'd rather get them myself. I haven't been outside for weeks. I swear I won't run away...please." I tried to sound as meek and submissive as possible.

"I'll think about it." He went back to his dinner.

This answer satisfied me and I dropped the subject for the rest of the evening.

Later that night we went to his bedroom. This was apparently going to be one of the nights he didn't fuck me. I scolded myself for feeling disappointed. My thoughts turned to the books I was reading and I decided to try something tomorrow morning. It was a Saturday and he usually did not work on the weekends.

I awoke before he did. I waited a long time before I got the courage to try it. Slowly, I pulled the blanket off him. I managed to peel his shorts down without waking him up. I kept my eyes on his face as I lowered my lips to his cock. I gently took the head of it in my mouth. I slowly swirled my tongue around the head and worked my way down. I could feel it pulsing and growing hard against my tongue and lips. I looked up at him again and saw that he was watching me.

"This won't earn you any favors you know." he said.

I slid his cock back out of my mouth and looked up at him innocently, "It won't hurt will it?"

He chuckled, "No...no it won't."

I couldn't help but smile at him. I could not remember hearing him laugh before. I shook the moment off and resumed my work by licking the silky head of his cock. I took the length of it back into my mouth. I ran my tongue under it as I increased my pace. I could feel his thighs and balls tighten against my hands and I knew he was going to cum soon. I moved my head up and down as fast as I could.

"Oh, yes, baby that's it." He moaned as he came in my mouth. His cum was thick and salty against my tongue. I quickly swallowed it. I flicked the head of his cock with my tongue to make sure I got everything before I released him from my mouth. I got off of him and laid back down next to him, exhausted.

"You're very good at that. I should've had you do that sooner." He kissed me on the mouth.

We eventually got up and I was overjoyed when he told me later that day that we were going to my house. He brought out two slings for the babies. He helped me put one over each of my shoulders. I wondered if this was his way of making sure I didn't try to run. It was all I could do to walk.

We arrived at my house and he helped me gather the things I wanted. It felt strange to be there. It was like I had been gone for years. I tried very hard to not do anything that would make him think I was planning something. We made it back to his house without incident.

After that day, he was more relaxed with me. He started telling me about his days at work. As the weather warmed he would take me and the children outside occasionally. The flu season was ending and we saw more people each time we went out. The warmer weather seemed to bring renewed hope.

One sweltering summer day he came home to find me asleep on the couch. The twins were teething and I was getting little sleep. They were finally taking a nap. I had sat on the couch with the intention of reading. I hadn't planned to fall asleep and I left the book about submission lying next to me.

"Doing a little reading?" he smirked at me as I tried to open my heavy eyes.

"What?" I wasn't conscious enough to figure out what he was referring to. I looked down and saw the book. My face must have turned crimson. I guiltily looked up at him. "I'm sorry. I hope you don't mind. I was just curious."

"Have you learned anything?" he asked.

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