The Villa Ch. 01

Ashley looked at herself naked in the full length mirror of her room. Her hand ran down her stomach, the last few weeks she had spent in the gym was starting to payoff, her stomach felt tighter, flatter. She turned to her side to see her silhouette. Her hands raised to her B-cup breasts and gently pulled a nipple. She always wished they were bigger, but they were still quite firm and she enjoyed the picture of her silhouette.

Freckles were visible on her shoulders and chest, accompanying her long straight red hair that fell half way down her back that she inherited from her mother. Her hand went down the length of her body and between her legs. Freshly shaved, her pussy was smooth and sensitive. She let her hand linger there for a few moments until it got a little wet. She always got wet so easily. The wrong thought, the wrong visual, and she would head to a washroom for fear she would saturate through her panties and pants. The door flew open, and Tom was there, watching her as he liked to do.

She was only 23, but they had already been married for 4 years. He was 15 years older, had seduced her when she was only 18 and they ended up marrying 6 months later. For the last two years, she had regretted every minute of it. If only she had known about his drinking, his gambling, his cheating, and his debts. What a wonderful it was when she found out that she had married into half of what he owed. The sight of him now disgusted her, but still it was hard for her to say no to him, and she hated herself for it.

He walked up behind her, his hand cupping her ass and slipping between her legs. He would feel how wet she was there, and would assume it was because of him. He kissed her neck and ear before whispering, "How about a quicky before we start the day?" He whispered in her ear with that annoying way he had, almost begging and pleading.

"What is with you? You fucked me twice last night already. I just showered, and I'm going to be late." She pushed past him and began to dress. He silently watched her, taking in every detail every curve. It was spooky the way he did it.

She finished dressing and left the house without a further word. She was free from him for the rest of the day, and she wouldn't waste it with any more thoughts of him.

She followed her regular morning routine. Driving to the nearby Starbucks for her morning caffeine fix before heading to work. She didn't notice the man get out of his car to follow her inside. She was too lost in her phone, catching up on Facebook and Twitter to even notice how close he stood behind her in line.

She got her coffee, sipping at it absent mindedly as she walked out, her nose still buried in her phone. The man trailed her outside and grabbed hold of her arm as his hand closed around her mouth. The coffee and phone slipped from her hand, crashing to the ground as he lifted her and pushed her into an open door of a waiting car. Another man was waiting in the backseat and grabbed her as the first man followed her inside, slammed the door shut and the car peeled out of the parking lot.

The moment the hand left her mouth she began to scream, but it was too late, the car was already quickly leaving the scene. The first man slapped her hard across her face with an open hand. Her face was stinging and it felt like it left a red mark on her.

"Quiet. This can be as hard or as easy on you as you like, it is really up to you. Shut your mouth, do what you are told when you are told, and it will be easy on you. Do the opposite and you will feel more then the sting of my hand."

Ashley could feel the tears streaming down her face already. What was happening, who were these men, she couldn't quite believe this was happening. "W-who are you, w-why are you doing this?" She stammered in reply.

Her questions were met with another stiff slap. "Don't ask questions. Don't talk. All will be explained to you in due time."

He yanked her purse from her and began rummaging through it. He pulled out her drivers license and examined it closely, then compared the picture to her face. "It's her" He said simply to his colleagues. The rest of the drive was made in silence, other then the small sobs she couldn't keep in. He grabbed her keys from her purse and got out at the next red light. He would circle back, and if the scene was clear, would grab her car.

They soon left the city and the scenery became more and more sparse. Minute by minute her fear grew, this was her worst nightmare coming to light. When there were no other cars around them, a hood was placed over her head. She could no longer see where they were going. Many hours and many turns later, the car finally stopped. The hood was pulled off and she saw that they were parked inside a large garage. Her captor vacated the vehicle and she heard one of them yell to her to get out.

She swallowed hard and slowly got out of the car. The man who abducted her was nearby, the driver was busy changing the license plates on the car. Her car was parked behind them and her other abductor stepped out. They must have circled around before driving to wherever they were. At the top of the stairs stood a mountain of a man. He had a shaved head with a long goatee. Tattoos covered his massive arms as they were folded over his muscled chest. He had a booming deep voice that filled the room....

"You're Ashley then?"

Tears streamed down her face but she forced her head to nod up and down.

He slowly and methodically walked down the steps, his footsteps echoing through the garage. His eyes ravaged her body, taking every curve in, every flaw, and every perfection.

"Undress for me" His voice commanded her.

"W-w-what?" She stammered back at him.

He moved so quick, she barely had time to register it before his face was immediately in front of hers. His smell permeating her nostrils. His warm breath covering the skin of her face.

"I will only tell you this once. And judging by the red on your cheek, this is at least the second time you get this speech. You do what you are told when you are told, or there will be repercussions. Do you understand?"

Her face was red and was crying. "P-p-lease." Was all she could respond.

He punched her hard in the gut, which had her doubled over, taking the words out of her mouth. He grabbed on to her immediately, helping her gently down to the ground, saying nothing while he let her catch her breath.

He gently pushed the hair out of her face, his hand clearing the tears from her cheeks. "I don't want to hurt you Ashley, it gives me no pleasure, but I will if you don't do as I say, do you understand?"

She looked up and found she was staring into piercing blue eyes. She couldn't peel herself away from them. Even though he was the one who hit her, she felt surprisingly safe as he held her, and she believed what he said. She didn't trust her voice, so instead she simply nodded her head yes.

"Good then" he said with a wide smile. "Do you think you can stand?" He asked her.

She breathed in deeply as she tested her body. The pain from the blow was already subsiding. "Y-yes." She replied meekly.

He grabbed hold of her shoulders and slowly helped her stand up. "Now Ashley, I want you to undress for me."

She looked around the room and only saw the unfriendly faces of the other men watching. She was stuck, she had no way out, and knew she didn't want to be hit again. She slowly stepped out of her shoes, then looked back up at the man with the blue eyes. He gave her a reassuring nod of his head. She slowly unbuttoned her shirt and took it off, then popped the button of her jeans and undid the zipper. She moved her hips left to right as she pulled them down from her body, then stepping out of them. She straightened her body and looked back at the man, hoping he didn't expect her to take off her bra and panties.

"All of it Ashley" He said when he realized she was going to stop right there.

The tears started to flow again as she undid her bra and let it fall to the floor, then did the same with her panties.

"Very good, Ashley." His eyes roamed up and down her naked body. "You are very pretty" he whispered to her before grabbing her arm. One of the other men came with a needle and took blood from her as his iron grip held her in place. He then told her to open her mouth as it was swabbed.

"Take her in" The man with the blue eyes commanded as he turned and left the room. The other two men grabbed her, put the hood over her head and took her inside. She was lead through what seemed like a maze, then a hand pushed her head down and she was pushed inside. She heard a metal clang and a lock. She took the hood off her face and realized she was alone in a cell. There was water and rice that waited for her. She was famished, and ate and drank what was offered. There was a small mat, but no blanket and no clothes for her. She huddled on the mat, pulled her knees up to her chest and tried to wake herself from this nightmare.

She had to have been there for at least a day, maybe two. There were girls who came and gave her more food and water, and emptied the pot she used as a toilet. She asked them what this place was, pleaded with them to let her go but they wouldn't talk to her. Finally the man with the piercing blue eyes returned. He unlocked the door and stepped back. "Get out." he commanded her.

She scrambled out of the cell at his words, then chided herself for being so willing to do as he told her. Once out of the cell she stretched her legs and body from being cramped in the small confines.

"Feels good to be out of there, doesn't it? If you do as you are told, you can have a very nice life here. Defy me, and you can rot in a cell." He paused as he watched her, but she had no reply for him. "Follow me." He said simply and walked off.

She looked around the room, there was no one else, no one watching her. Could she bolt for freedom? She was naked and weak from only eating rice and water, she sighed and hurried to catch up to him.

He led her into an adjoining room. It was mostly empty with a bright light in the middle of it. He brought her close to the light, then stood and examined her.

"Good news, your tests have come back. You are healthy with no STDs."

She swallowed hard, "I could have told you that." She said defiantly.

"Are you on birth control?" He asked her next.

She shook her head no, "We ... Tom couldn't have kids, he was ... fixed during his first marriage."

"Ever had anal sex?" he asked her.

She immediately turned red and replied back with a snarky, "No!"

"Good" he said with a smile. "Let me explain what we do here. This place is called The Villa. You may have guessed already with your lack of clothes and my questions, but we cater to the sexual desires of men. You have been sold into sexual slavery and will remain here until the debts are repaid."

Although she didn't quite want to admit it to herself, his words about sexual slavery certainly weren't a shock. Her mind had already imagined this and so much more since being here. But his last sentence struck fear in her. "Who sold me into slavery?"

At this, he laughed, and it wasn't a nice or a reassuring laugh. "Your husband, honey, it seems he is a bit of a degenerate. He has gambling problems. He owes my boss a great deal of money, more money then he would ever be able to repay. When we caught up with him, he had heard rumours of this place, and offered you for payment. It was either that or he would have been ... permanently disfigured.

The anger rose deep inside of her. All of this ... was because of him. She gritted her teeth, and forced out a small reply... "Why don't you enslave him then...." she said as tears streamed down her face.

"No one would pay to be with him. Well, you should know the hookers he sees are nothing like you. Don't know why he pays for those cheap skunks when he had you at home. You are part of a special club here. Men who are admitted here pay a lot of money for the privilege, and they only want the prettiest and best. Consider yourself lucky your beauty led you here and not with the druggy whores your husband frequents. Now, your path here can go a couple of ways. You can actually live a very comfortable luxurious life pleasing the men we send you, or you can be a defiant bitch and refuse and fight back, in which case we give you to the ones that like a girl with fight, the ones that take pleasure in beating them down and taking what they want from them. Those who choose the second path don't tend to live very long, though do bring in boatloads of money, so it really doesn't matter to me which path you choose. Which will it be?"

Could she live like this? Should she choose the quick death. It was attempting, to fight, to not give in, but what would it buy her in the end. A lot of pain and a quick death. No, there had to be a way out. She would cooperate for now and bide her time, it was the only way to survive. A tear streamed down her cheek as she answered him. "I'll cooperate."

He stepped closer to her, his thumb extended and gently wiped the tear off her cheek. "Good girl." he whispered to her. "From now on, your name will be Jayde, do you understand?"

She nodded her head, "Yes, my name is Jayde."

"Good. Jayde, I want you to suck my cock."

Her head shot up and she looked up at him with shock in her eyes. "W-what? N-n-now?" Of course now, she chided herself. She hadn't really thought this through. Could she really do this?

"Option 2 Jayde. Cooperate, or option 2"

She went down to her knees in front of him. She reached up and slowly undid his belt and pulled down his pants. She could see that his cock was already hard. As she pulled down his underwear, the smell assaulted her. She had never seen a cock that was uncut before. She had never seen a cock other then Tom's before. As she began to stroke it, the smell made her gag.

"Did I mention I haven't showered or cum for about 3 days? Sweat and smegma, thats what you smell. We get all shapes and sizes here, all we care about is the colour of their money. Your job is to make them feel like they are the most desirable man in the world, no matter what. Show me how this is the most succulent cock you've ever sucked, or it is off to Option 2"

Oh my god .... she thought to herself. She couldn't do this. But she had to, she looked up to him one more time before taking in a deep breath, then moving close to his penis again.

Her hand reached out and grabbed hold of it. She stroked it a few times, then closed her eyes and moved her tongue to it, licking it. It didn't taste nearly as bad as it smelled. She caught herself from gagging again and tried to breathe through her mouth so that the smell wouldn't assault her.

She moved her head up and down the hard cock, her tongue flicking over the hard shaft. She imagined herself somewhere else, sucking someone else's cock and soon she was into it fully. Her head bobbed up and down on it, sucking it, milking it. Her had cupped his balls and gently massaged his scrotum, just like Tom had taught her. She had always liked sucking cock, the thought of a man being hard, of a man orgasming from her touch always turned her on.

She had never been with a man who had so much pre-cum. It filled her mouth so much that she thought he had ejaculated. Strands of it leaked down her chin. He would pull his cock out and wipe it over her face, marking her, smearing her makeup. He would grab her head and push it down to his balls where she would take them into her mouth and suck on them. This seemed to go on forever, her jaw ached, but every time she started to slow down to stop pleasuring him, he would pull his cock out and slap her face. "You suck me until I've had enough, not the other way around."

Finally when she thought she would collapse from the pain in her jaws, he grabbed hold of her head, and pushed his cock into her mouth until her nose was pushed into her stomach, his cock down her throat. "Swallow it all Jayde, don't spill a drop." And his cock erupted. She barely managed to swallow the first spurt but she was short on breath for the second and third. She tried her best to swallow it all, but her body refused and it came dribbling back out of her mouth accompanied by a coughing fit.

Her face was smeared with his cum, strands went from her lips down to the ground. Her chest glistened with where it had fallen. He grabbed her by the hair and pushed her down to the ground. "Lick it up. I told you to swallow it all, you will do as you are told." The taste of cum never bothered her when she was giving a blowjob, but licking it up cold from the floor was another thing all together. She sniffed at it, slowly extending her tongue and trying to lick it. It wouldn't come off the floor with her licking alone. She had to open her mouth, push her lips to it and suck it in. She held back a gag as she swallowed it and looked up at him, mouth open to show him it was empty.

"Good girl." He said simply. "You were okay, but not great, you should have swallowed it all without having to lick it off the floor. I will let you sleep in a bed tonight." He helped her up from the ground and as she stood, his hand slid between her legs. Her pussy was sopping wet. She hadn't even noticed, but she blushed as her body would betray her again. An evil grin formed on his lips. "You little slut. You really liked it. Aren't you just a delightful find, you are going to do very well here. Maybe I will even give you a little something extra to eat tonight for being such a good slut"

He led her away and brought her to a room she hadn't seen before. It was small, but there was an actual toilet and shower, and a bed. There was a bowl of fresh fruit laid out for her, but still no clothes.

"Shower up before you get to bed. It is imperative you be clean and womanly at all times. You are to follow any orders or commands of anyone you meet. You are nothing here. You are the lowest of the low. If I hear you disobeying anyone, you will find yourself in the basement in the dungeon where girls go to learn a lesson or two. Some don't ever make it back."

The door shut and she heard the dead bolt click from the outside. She surveyed her room. It was small, but at least it was clean. She took an apple from the fruit bowl and bit into it before devouring it completely. She ran the shower, at least there was hot water. She stepped in and let if fall over her naked body, the steam soon filled the little space. She cleaned her face and body with the soap and shampooed her hair. When she finally felt like she washed the days grime off of her, she stepped out and then realized there were no towels. She shook herself off, jumping up and down to try and make the water fall of her before heading to her bed and slipping under the covers. Many thoughts poured through her head as she fell asleep, most centred on finding Tom and getting her revenge......