Ripe for the Picking

Dori was a twenty five year old administrative assistant at a mid-sized company. Her given name was Doris, after her grandmother but from a young age, she had insisted on Dori. Who names their child Doris in this day and age? Her name sounded like she was a seventy year old grandmother. Though not unattractive, Dori was not a popular girl, nor did she make herself up or wear clothes that drew attention to her womanly curves. Though her light brown hair was lovely, her well-formed hips and full C cup breasts were nearly hidden under her conservative clothing. Her soft curls framed a lovely face with pink lips and expressive brown eyes. Her makeup was understated and she always kept her head down and barely looked at anyone around her unless they were directly in her path or she was talking to them as required for her job. She was shy and didn't go out of her way to talk to anyone, though she did have friends, they were few, and not part of the popular crowd.

Dori had graduated college just a couple years back, she got her degree in business with emphasis on secretarial. She knew how a business was supposed to be run and could not only fulfill her duties as a secretary, but also give advice on how things should be done, not that she was ever asked. Dori kept to herself and did her job very well. She knew she wouldn't be moving up, she had already been promoted from secretary to the Director of Operations to the Administrative Assistant of the CEO of the company. Her former boss was livid when the CEO stole her away from him, but Dori was happy to get away from the abusive, overbearing lout. He ran the warehouse with great efficiency due to Dori's expert assistance, keeping his schedule, ordering him lunch, giving him advice when he was stumped, etc. She loved performing all the little details and keeping things perfect. This is what caught the CEO's eye. Though the DO was good at commanding the warehouse, his presentation and slovenly demeanor had hurt the company on more than one occasion. Since Dori had become his assistant he was more polished, professional and helped the company gain new contracts.

Dori enjoyed working for the CEO, being in on all the details of running a mid-size company and the daily stress. She liked helping to relieve the CEO's stress by keeping him abreast of everything. She even helped him with his health as he would often neglect himself for the company. Dori made sure he had lunch and ate a balanced diet while at work, bringing him something to drink or food that was appropriate that he could eat while working. The CEO had rewarded her with not only a larger salary but also rather expensive gifts as well. Dori accepted them gratefully but shied away from his sexual advances, after all he was a married man and at least twice her age. Mr. Peterson was tall and handsome with graying hair that just gave him a more distinguished and authoritative look. Dori was flattered that such a man would want her, but she cleverly avoided any possible improprieties, including the day he had tried to pull her onto his lap and she pretended to fall awkwardly, landing on her rump on the floor. It had produced a nasty bruise when her arm hit the edge of the desk, but she wore long sleeves to cover it up until the bruise went away.

Dori had only dated one young man in high school and though he was nice, they never had sex, it seemed that they paired up just because they were both shy and didn't want to be alone without a date so they went to things together. Billy even took her to senior prom. Dori's mother bought her an elegant but conservative dress. Dori was surprised by all the attention she garnered, not used to having men look at her that way. Soon it was off to college so she and Billy broke it off as he was starting his apprenticeship as an electrician after high school. There had never really been any spark and with Dori away at college they barely even texted or called. She did bump into him after her sophomore year during the summer and Billy was dating a perky blonde cheerleader type, just out of high school and they seemed happy together. Dori was happy for him but her own love life was non-existent.

During her junior year Dori had a roommate who was a party girl. Tiffany was a bubbly redhead with a body similar to Dori's but Tiffany unashamedly showed it off with tight and low cut tops, tight jeans or shorts that showed off her hips, rear and legs. She talked Dori into going out with her one night, helped dress Dori in one of her outfits and did her makeup. Dori had never had so much attention from men and a handsome young man got her drunk enough to agree to go off into another room with him and have sex. He was shocked that Dori was twenty years old and still a virgin. He bragged about taking her virginity all over campus and Dori cried and missed classes on Monday because she couldn't bear to face her classmates. Dori withdrew within herself barely speaking to Tiffany after that and requested a room transfer at the semester break.

Dori's request for a new roommate was accepted and she moved into her new room in January with Cindy. Cindy was a business major like Dori and they got along very well. It was during this semester that she met Mark, who became her boyfriend during the rest of the year. She met him in one of her business classes and he asked her out. He was tall and handsome, with dark hair and blue eyes that made Dori just melt. He was also a very sweet guy who didn't rush her and they only made love twice toward the end of the semester. The second time Dori had her first orgasm and she fell in love. Unfortunately, Mark was a senior and graduated in May, going off to start his full time job in Philadelphia, over a thousand miles away from the Midwest campus and Dori's home. She never heard from him again and assumed he had found a new woman, after several attempts to text and call him resulted in no response.

Dori's senior year was uneventful. She graduated with honors but had not found a new man. She dated occasionally but there just wasn't any connection. She thought perhaps it was because she had been so in love with Mark and was trying hard to find someone like him. She had dated some handsome men but they either just wanted to get in her pants or grew bored with her and stopped asking her out. She even asked out a guy in one of her classes that she had studied with. He said that while he enjoyed her company, he wasn't interested because he was gay. Dori had thought that he was just being a gentleman, but later saw him with his new boyfriend and she ran back to her dorm room and cried.

Now, over two years later and her professional career fully realized, she missed dating. No one at the office seemed interested in her and she didn't go out to parties or clubs, she was too shy and didn't really have any friends. She started searching the internet and found dating apps and tried that, but it seemed to be one bad date after another. She started reading porn stories, and looking at some pictures, but never really got into that either. She actually bought a vibrator but rarely used it, she just didn't seem to need sex, though it was a great stress reliever when she had an exceptionally crazy day.

One mid-November Friday night after work she was walking out to her car when a strange man approached her. She was frozen in terror! There was no one around in the dark parking lot this late, only her boss and one other car remained in the lot besides hers. She didn't know what to do as the man approached and she tried to get into her car and drive away before he reached her. Unfortunately in her haste as she pulled out her keys she dropped them and by the time she picked them up, the man was beside her. He was tall and muscular, with dark hair, a well-trimmed beard and piercing blue eyes. Dori shrank away from him.

"Hi Dori," the man said softly and Dori turned to look at him, surprised that he knew her name.

"Do I know you?" Dori asked with fear in her voice.

"Oh, you probably don't recognize me with my beard, I was clean shaven in college," the man said but she still didn't recognize him.

"I don't remember you," Dori admitted, unable to place his face with the beard.

"I'm Brett, we went out a few times during my senior year, I believe you were a sophomore," he said and the light dawned in Dori's eyes. She remembered him now, quiet and soft spoken, they dated a few times just before he graduated.

"Oh, right, how have you been? Do you live around here?" Dori asked, her curiosity piqued.

"No, I'm in town on business, I just sold my company and I heard you worked here. I just finished up there and came over here to see if I could catch you, I guess I got lucky, huh?" Brett said somewhat nervously.

"I'm surprised you remembered me, we barely dated and I'm nothing special," Dori self-effacingly said.

"I disagree, I think you are very special, I never forgot you Dori. I poured myself into my company the last few years and just sold it off for half a billion dollars. I tried to forget you and every time I thought of you I worked all the harder. I came up with a new product that's going to revolutionize the computer industry. I won't bore you with the details but I was wondering if I could take you out to dinner tonight?" Brett asked cautiously. Dori could barely move, and just nodded. This handsome, rich young man had remembered her after all this time and now wanted her to go to dinner with him.

"Do you have a car or a taxi?" Dori queried, finally finding her voice.

"No, I caught an Uber here and if I didn't catch you I would just call for another," Brett replied.

"Well, hop in and I'll take you wherever you want to go," Dori offered.

"Great, thanks," Brett said almost triumphantly, slinging his backpack off his shoulder as Dori unlocked her car and climbed into the driver's seat, dropping her purse on the back seat. She started the car as Brett climbed in the front seat but before he even closed the door Brett clamped a cloth over her face and held it tight. Dori could smell the chemical in the cloth and knew it was something that would cause her to fall unconscious. She held her breath and fought like a tiger, scratching and clawing at Brett's leather jacket and gloves. Unfortunately, he was too strong and eventually she succumbed to the sickly chemical as it seared her lungs and caused her to pass out.

Brett moved quickly, stripping off her coat and duct taping her wrists together behind her back. He wrapped more tape around her elbows, bringing them together behind her as well, forcing her ample breasts forward against her modest top. He wrapped her ankles together and then her knees before stuffing a wad of cloth into her mouth and taping it inside. Next he wrapped her hands in tape, encasing them so she would not be able to pick at the tape bonds. Looking to see that no one was around he popped open the trunk and dumped her limp body inside, copping a quick feel of her lovely globes hidden underneath her top and bra. He tossed her coat over top of her and closed the trunk. He drove her car out of the lot and down the road a few miles out of town before stopping at a gas station and filling the tank. He pulled around behind the station and injected Dori with a strong tranquilizer that would keep her asleep for the five hour drive ahead of them. He turned off her cell phone and smashed it before throwing it in the backseat with her purse.

Brett gently eased into traffic on the interstate and drove with the rest of the cars on the road, just following along, not drawing any attention as he drove out of state toward his home. He had a hard time keeping his nerves and excitement under control. He sorely wanted to pull her out of the trunk and rape her, his cock was so hard, but he settled for stopping at a rest area and masturbating into the toilet. The relief helped and he was able to drive the rest of the way home, stopping at a fast food place to eat before setting out on the end of his journey, his basement; complete with soundproofing, a cell, a locking six inch thick steel door and all the devices, floggers, straps, clamps, cuffs and gags a well-equipped dungeon needed. He would break Dori and turn her into the slave he wanted and knew she could be. She lived alone and no one would miss her until Monday when she didn't show up for work. By then she would officially be dead. Her parents lived in the opposite direction, about the same distance away from her job and apartment.

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Dori awoke with a start, her arms were stretched above her head and attached to the corners of a queen sized bed. Her legs were also attached to the bottom corners of the bed, keeping her spread eagle. She looked down and suddenly realized she was naked and screamed into the ball gag. Brett appeared from another room and she screamed again, this man had kidnapped her, stripped her naked and could do whatever he wanted with her. She struggled but to no avail, she was well and truly trapped in the thick leather cuffs and the chains that held them firmly to the corners of the metal bed. Brett came over and she shied away from him as much as her bonds would allow but he just reached behind her head and unbuckled the gag, pulling it out with a pop and some drool.

"Let me go you creep!" Dori cried.

"Never, you are mine now, slave," Brett grinned evilly down at her.

"I am not your slave, I do not belong to you. I am my own person, my name is Dori Roberts and I demand you let me go at once!"

"I know who you were and who you think you are, but Dori Roberts just died, what remains is my slave."

"I will never be your slave!"

"You will, you just don't realize it yet," he said as he picked up a remote control and turned on a large television screen against the wall. He pressed play and there on the screen she saw a picture of her car on the news, the vehicle burned badly and the wreckage twisted. The newscaster said that the police found the car after the crash and the purse they found about halfway down the hill belonged to one Dori Roberts, her charred remains found inside the car.

Dori started to hyperventilate. How long had she been asleep? How long since he crashed her car? Could she escape and return to her former life and let her parents know she was still alive? Whose body was in the car? Did he kill the poor woman before he sent it over the steep hill?

"Nothing to say?" Brett asked bringing her out of her reverie.

"H -- How long have you kept me drugged?" Dori asked.

"A day and a half, it's only Sunday afternoon, your car crashed on Saturday night near your former town."

"Who is the woman in the car? Did you kill her?"

"A homeless woman in your city, she was already dead and I dumped her body in the car and added gasoline so she would be burned beyond any hope of realizing it wasn't you. She was about the same size as you."

"So you didn't murder anyone?"

"No, not technically, though everyone will think you are dead and no one will be looking for you."

"W -- Why? Why did you pick me and why not just date me like you offered?" Dori asked as tears streamed down her face, distraught with fear at what lay ahead for her.

"Because I don't want a girlfriend or a wife, I want a slave, and now I have one," Brett responded with a smug smile.

"Why didn't you pick some beautiful woman with big boobs and blonde hair?"

"Because I don't want a woman like that, I want you, I want a natural woman with perfect curves, unenhanced, practically untouched and beautiful."

"I -- I'm not a virgin."

"I know, but how many times have you had sex?"

"T -- Three."

"See, only slightly used and certainly not ready for the storm I'm about to unleash," Brett said menacingly and Dori cringed and tried to sink further into the mattress underneath her.

"S -- Storm?"

"Yes, I will whip you, punish you and force you to obey me, but I will also reward you with orgasms you can't even imagine, if you behave and obey. I will open your body to a whole new world of sensations that will drive you wild with desire and need. You will beg me to allow you to cum."

"Never!" Dori exclaimed defiantly but his statement shook her to the core. She had very little experience with sex and had no idea what Brett was about to unleash on her helpless body, nor what it might do to her psyche. She only hoped she could resist and find a way to escape before he started to change her into what he wanted. She hated pain and knew if he punished her she would crack under the strain. He opened a bottle of water and brought it to her lips. Dori was very thirsty and drank the precious liquid, draining the bottle.

"Good girl," Brett said soothingly.

"I'm not a girl," Dori defiantly pronounced.

"No, you are definitely all woman, but you are my girl and you will never escape," Brett said evenly as he lazily stroked a hand over her naked breast. Dori gasped at the sensation and jerked against her bonds. She realized that escape was quite improbable. Brett was a couple inches over six foot tall, muscular, probably a little over two hundred pounds and handsome. She even liked the beard, it made him more -- wait what was she thinking?! She on the other hand was barely five foot three and weighed a measly one hundred and fifteen pounds. She was no match for him physically or mentally. She had never prepared herself for a situation like this one.

"Your training begins now," Brett announced abruptly, snapping Dori's out of her thoughts.

"T -- Training?" Dori asked fearfully.

"Yes, first, I am your Master, you will address me as Master or Master Brett. Second, you are a slave, you have no rights, you are owned by me, you are my property, you will do as I say, when I say, or you will be punished. Is this clear, slave?" Brett asked and Dori hesitantly nodded her head. "Answer the question, slave."

"Yes," Dori said and Brett slapped her right cheek causing her to cry out.

"How do you address me?"

"M -- Master."

"Better, next time don't make me remind you. I'm not a true sadist, but I will give you painful reminders if you fail to obey. Now I am going to ask you some questions and I expect a truthful response, in fact you are never allowed to lie to me. If I catch you in a lie, you will be punished. Keep that in mind as I ask the questions, and remember, I've been watching you for months, my pretty slave. Is this clear?"

"Yes M -- Master."

"Good girl, I know you are very sharp and a quick learner, so this shouldn't be that difficult for you. How often do you call or text your boss?"

"I will text or call him many times during the week but almost never over the weekend," Dori replied and was promptly slapped on her left cheek for failing to call him Master.

"Having trouble with calling me Master, aren't you? Don't worry, soon it will become second nature."

"Sorry Master."

"Do you masturbate?" Brett asked and Dori's mouth fell open in shock. How could he ask such a personal question? This was none of his business, but the rise and fall of her naked breasts as she breathed reminded her of her helpless position.

"Yes Master," Dori replied timidly.

"How often?"

"Not very often, maybe once or twice a month -- Master."

"Almost forgot again, hmm. Do you have a vibrator or dildo?"

"Yes, it is a vibrating dildo, Master."

"Don't you like sex?"

"I don't really know, I've only had sex three times and I didn't orgasm until the last time -- Master."

"Wow, a beauty like you and you've only had sex three times?"

"I'm not pretty, I'm rather plain, Master."

"No, you dress plain, you barely use any makeup, and you are shy, that doesn't make you plain, it makes you nearly invisible to most men. But I saw beyond all that even back in college. You are a beautiful woman who hides her body behind less than form fitting clothing, you wear little or no makeup, you are shy and quiet, but you enjoy pleasing men."