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Hi all, been a little while and I felt like expanding my series. Discover parts 1-3 starting here.

Chapter 10. A Present Situation Understood

Brooke sat naked in her cage as the very bad man who had taken her drove her to a new life. At this point, she was just terrified. No chance to be horny. The adrenaline was rushing through her veins. Brooke wondered to herself that the fact that she understood how adrenaline worked was, at this point a relic of her old life, a life where she had been studying hard to finally impress her fiance (or should she say former fiance?) and parents. To finally make them proud, to become something in life. A sudden wave of sadness washed over Brooke, as she realized that she hadn’t actually achieved her dream after all. Her medical college acceptance that she had worked so hard for would be rescinded after she failed to respond and there was nothing she could do about it.

She felt almost childish to be thinking of that, here she was, completely naked in a cage, at the mercy of a madman, on the way to God knows where. She would likely never see her fiance again, never see her family again, her life was essentially over – and all she can thing of is that dammed med college acceptance!!!

Brooke wondered about running. There had to be some way out. There had to be some way that she could run, hide, fight. All she had to do was scream until someone heard her. Surely someone would. After all she is still conscious in the cage. Maybe this was her chance.

Brooke placed her hands on the bars if the cage and looked out. She was in the back of a dark, musty plain white van with covered windows and only a glisten of light. She didn’t want this she told herself, she never wanted this, she was just turned on by the fantasy, but now this was just too real, she never wanted to loose her life and family. She had to get out someone!

But then she had an epiphany. If her captor was who he said he was, then he had been after her for years since she had spoken to him when she was 18, not just for the last few months. He had likely been planning this for a significant period of time and there was no way that he was gonna make a mistake. Brooke wanted to cry and scream for help. There really was no point in even trying. She was wearing the shock collar and she knew she would get another shock. Who knows what this psychopath would do to her, and whatever he had planned, he had obviously wondered of any way that she could try to escape. Brooke sat, entirely resigned to her fate. She was condemned, and she basically deserved it.

Reluctantly, Brooke decided to comply with her captors prior demand and picked up the little vibrator and put it to her clit while she wondered about her fate.

Chapter 11: A past reimagined

Brooke started to remember how she had first met her current captor. The year was 2016. Brooke has just graduated high college and it was the summer before she was gonna head off to school with her fiance.

She was in her room one day and got bored and just decided to let her dark thoughts take her. She went from chat room to chat room. Talking with men. Acting like a slut. Telling men about how she wished they could just kidnap her, take her away from her complicated life, make her their slave. How she wanted to be OWNED to have her freedom and privacy taken away forever, to be used, to be made into a pet. she aired all of her dirty, shameful secrets, albeit in probably less elequent of a manner than she had done a few weeks prior at 25. Of course, she never in a million years considered that it might actually happen to her.

That is when he met him. The man who was currently dragging her to her ultimate fate or untimely end. She remembered that he had been extreme in his words and user account. Something about the way he talked to her, made her feel like he was dangerous, like he physically and logistically could go through with kidnapping and enslaving her against her will.

They had spoken for hours that day while Brooke was wearing only a t shirt and panties in her bed. They had spoken about every aspect of slavery. Brooke had played along to convince him that she really wanted it, just so that she could get all of those amazing details about what he would do to her, how she would live, where she would live, what her life would be like. Brooke had come at least a few times and felt so excited by the conversation.

All of a sudden the man simply told her. “Okay – you have thirty seconds slave. Tell me your full name and address. So not lie to me and do not hesitate or you will never hear from me again.” Brooke had known that this was a bad idea. But she was so horny. She couldn’t imagine stopping. So, with some hesitation, she did it. She told him her full name and real address.

Some time passed, maybe a few minutes when suddenly the man messaged her back. “alright cunt, glad you made the right decision, you are mine now. Turn on your webcam. Point it towards your body so that I can see all of you. INCLUDING YOUR FACE. The. I want you to strip naked slowly. If you don’t I will tell your parents hlwhat you are doing!”

Brooke was mortified. The last thing she could handle was her sweet parents finding out about her. Reluctantly Brooke complied. Over the course eof the next few minutes the man had given her several more orders and had her push what seemed like every part of her naked body against the camera for inspection. At one point the man had ordered her to “do 100 jumping jacks and then put your legs behind your head while you touch your pussy.” She complied with it all. It was so degrading but it made her pussy visibly wet. Brooke was certain that a terrible pervert was jerking off to her and would probably continue to jerk off to that video for years. She hoped he didn’t notice how horny it was making her.

After the man was done. He cut the video off abruptly. The messaged her. “Alright slave, today is the begining of the rest of your life. Log back in tomorrow and we will begin your training as my slave. If you do not I will send this video to your parents.” Brooke was mortified. But she couldn’t be this man’s slave. This was gonna far, she wondered. She had a fiance. She was gonna go to school in a few weeks. She had decided just to never log into that profile and hope that the man wouldn’t distribute the video with her parents.

At least that had been her hope. And up until now, Brooke had believed that she had gotten away with it. After all, what incentive would that nan have had to actually send that to her parents, and would they look at it? Luckily, nothing else had come from the little misadventure, right. Her parents never said anything and her fiance never found out.

Brooke audibly came, at least partially complying with her captors quota. Noticing this, her captor told her “ass, reminiscing about the time we met are you? How cute. I want to share something with you. Look in the folder laying next to your cage.” Brooke looked and saw a little green office folder by her cage. She brought it through a little slant in the bottom her her cage which looked specifically designed for that purpose.

The folder was filled with pictures of a Facebook profile. With horror, Brooke looked and noticed that the man had been true to his word. He has distribute the video in a direct private message to her own FATHER the day after it was taken.

“That’s right cunt your father saw the video and didn’t tell a soul. And that’s not it, flip the pages. He couldn’t get enough. The poor old man never responded and thought it would all go away, but he never realized that I can see every single time he clicked on that video. Turn the page. Your father watched your entire video 53 times in the past 7 years. Every single page documents another click. The most recent click was two days ago!”

Brooke started sobbing. This couldn’t be true. But it was. She looked at every single page. They all shows her father’s Facebook profile. Staring at her video.

“Imagine cunt. Every time your father would look at you. You were his dirty little secret. How long do you think he has these thoughts? You are an object Brooke. The sooner you realize that the better.”

A few minutes later the van stopped. Brooke was all out of tears. She knew she was in for a tough life. But at the same time, it felt like there was just nothing to go back to. She had burned all her bridges. She was no longer anyone’s fiance. She was no longer anyone’s loved child. She was this man’s slave. She would have to adjust to her new life . . . Somehow.

NSFW: yes

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