Sabrina: The Story of a Sex Slave PART 1 [M/f, NC, Reluc]

*Thought I’d share one of my [18f]  favorite fantasies. Enjoy and PM me if you want (:*

I jolted awake, every muscle tensing as the sound of a key being jammed in a metal lock reverberated throughout the room. 

Room? I should say cell. The cold, hard concrete ground sported only a small, thin mattress and a tattered blue blanket. All four walls were simple metal sheets that rang when you tapped them – a built-in alarm system. The cell door blended almost seamlessly into the wall, and left me in utter darkness save for the  pitiful flickering bulb above me.I could hear the wailing cries and sniffles of other girls, although I couldn’t see them. I wondered how many others there were. Above all, I wondered what the hell was happening.

All I remember is jogging around the city block after lunch before heading back to the office, where I worked as a temp for a prominent car company. I had only been running for a few minutes when I sensed a presence behind me, and began to turn my head. At that moment, an enormous, gloved hand reeking of bleach and acetone smothered my entire face and pulled me off the sidewalk. Before losing consciousness, I felt myself being pulled towards someone else, saving me from banging my head as I was forced into a slow-moving car. My head lolled as one of them tied my feet, and the other my hands. Before I could kick or scream or cry, my world went black.

Now here I am. My heartbeat quickened. I felt tears well up in my eyes as the lock turned. The door opened, creaking painfully, and I blinked against the light streaming in. A large, formidable man, dressed in half of a suit with no jacket stood before me. He wasn’t handsome or ugly, as he appeared to me like any white man – brown eyes framed with strong brows, a straight nose and a smiling face. He seemed friendly, like a teacher I once had, or …

“N-Nathaniel?”

“Good morning, sleeping beauty,” he chuckled. 

My head raced. Nathaniel? He worked in the same building as I did. He was a higher-up, a suit, a board member or something. He ran a hand through his thinning hair.

“Do you know where I am? Can you help me?”

Nathaniel laughed again. I had heard the sound before, at some meeting while I furiously took notes, or maybe in a break room. This time, it sent chills down my spine.

“You’re beyond help now, Sabrina. Stand up.”

My breath caught. It was difficult with my hands and feet bound, and the bastard laughed as I struggled. I scowled, and immediately regretted it as he slapped me across the face. Hard.

“You’ll be careful to keep that smirk off of your face, bitch.”

I started to shake. “W-what are you doing?”

“I’m going to cut those ties. You try to run, hit me, whatever – you’ll be wishing I’d only hit you again.” He stepped towards me, and I immediately shrank. He grabbed me by the front of my shirt and pulled me close. He inhaled deep. “You smell the same as the day I first saw you when you started at the company,” he whispered. His free hand wrapped around me, grazing down my back. I froze again, and instinctively started to lean back. Nathaniel pushed me against him, squeezing me tight. I thought I would vomit from the stench of his familiar cologne as he stroked my hair. “None of that.”

He stepped back, catching me off guard. I teetered, ready to fall when he grabbed my wrist, his expensive watch digging into my skin. He cut the zip ties, and then dropped to a squat to free my ankles. 

“Is that better, Sabrina? Now, strip.”

I stood staring blankly at him, my mouth hanging open. My heart dropped. I thought of a million different things he could do to me. 

“I. Said. Strip.” His demeanor changed. His arms folded across his chest. With trembling hands, I peeled off the T-shirt that had been soaked in my sweat and tears. I had lost one running shoe sometime ago, and I stepped out of the other. Nathaniel watched as I took off my socks one by one, and then finally, my running shorts. I stood before him, exposed. Or so I thought.

“If I have to ask you to continue, Sabrina, you may not live to see the end of this day, no matter who we have lined up to bid on you.”

Again, stupidly, I froze, instinctively beginning to cry in my confusion. As I was trying to piece this new information together, I heard Nathaniel roar. He lunged for me and I screamed, loud, and began to claw at any skin I came in contact with. 

“Geoffrey!” he howled, as I felt my fingertips soak with his blood. Geoffrey? Who’s Geoffrey? I wouldn’t stay to find out. I kneed Nathaniel in the crotch, and hurtled around him to get to the door. I turned the corner. I was stunned to find myself in a hallway illuminated with fluorescent white light, with mirrored cells around me. I could see in, but they couldn’t see out. At least five girls sat crying in cells identical to mine. Only one girl sat back on her feet in silence, naked, with a ball gag in her mouth and shoulders back. I slowed down too much to stare at her, aghast. I felt two strong hands grab me from behind, wrapping around my upper arms. He picked me up easily, and I continued to kick and scream. He turned me around, and I saw that the corridor stretched on, with even more cells. Nathaniel stepped out of mine, his white shirt smeared with a little blood.

“Thank you, Geoffrey. Hold her steady now.” The man – Geoffrey – tightened his grip. Nathaniel reached into his pocket, pulling out a pocket knife. He flicked the blade out. I saw red, and began to fight hard against the man holding me.

“Sabrina, my dear … Geoffrey is not the forgiving man I am. He will wrench your arms clean out of their sockets. Be still – this isn’t for you.”

As if on cue, Geoffrey twisted my arms just enough to make my vision go blurry. The adrenaline pumping inside me was running out. Nathaniel moved towards me again, pointing the blade right at my chest. I screamed as he cut my bra away, and let it fall to the ground in scraps of fabric. I could do nothing but bare my chest for him. He knelt slightly to do the same to my matching panties, leaving me naked and helpless in front of two huge men. I began to sob, as quietly as I could. I had never been more afraid.

“She’s so beautiful, isn’t she, Geoffrey?” Nathaniel breathed. His horrible hands encircled my hips, trailing up towards my breasts. He grabbed them, hard, twisting my nipples in his fingers. I cried out. The men laughed.

“Gorgeous. She’s perfect for the auction.” Altogether, I stopped breathing again. 

“Take her to Rachel,” Nathaniel said, finally letting me go. I had hardly noticed Geoffrey letting go of me. Before I had half the mind to run again, a metal collar clicked around my neck. A chain leash was attached, and held by Geoffrey.

“Yes, sir,” he said, and yanked the chain, pulling me toward him. 

“Walk behind me,” Geoffrey barked, “and stay silent.”

He led me to the end of the corridor, only a hundred feet or so, and opened the door to an ornate foyer. A woman kneeled beside the door, naked save for red high heels and a similar collar to mine. She sat in the same position as the groomed girl in the cell, except she looked much healthier – her skin was glowing, her face made up beautifully, and her hair piled gracefully on her head.

“Get the bitch ready,” Geoffrey said, handing the leash to her. 

“Yes, Master,” the woman, presumably Rachel, said, bowing her head to him. She stood as he left. “Come.”

She led me up a winding staircase. I looked longingly at what appeared to be the front door to this house … or was it a prison?

Rachel pulled me into a large bathroom, where two other made-up and naked girls knelt on either side of the door. They stood once the door closed behind us.

Rachel spun around, and looked me dead in the eye. “Sabrina?”

“Y-yes,” I breathed, barely above a whisper. 

“You’re safe now,” she said, coming in to kiss my forehead. I winced. “You’ve been commissioned to be trained and sold to a new master.”

“A master?” I asked.

Rachel leaned over a claw-foot tub, her breasts hanging lusciously beneath her. She turned on the water, testing the temperature with a painted finger. One of the other girls, who had dark brown skin and piercing green eyes, unhooked the leash from my collar. She looked at the floor as she did this, appearing to be as obedient as a puppy. The water ran as the other girl, a redhead with freckled skin, poured oils and soaps into the tub, fragrancing the room with a potpourri of flowers. 

“Step in, pet,” Rachel said. I did as told, sighing as the hot water hit my skin. It was a refreshing pleasure after the horrors of the last few hours ran rampant in my mind. The brown-skinned girl and the redhead sank to the tiled floor on either side of me. One poured shampoo into my hair as the other began to lather my body in the scented soap. Rachel sat on the edge, her plump ass almost the same color as the alabaster tub, with one leg crossed over the other.

“This is Jasmine and Layla,” she said. “They’re new like you, but they couldn’t be sold, you see.”

I didn’t, and shut my eyes. The girls worked furiously on cleaning and massaging every inch of my body. I barely flinched when Layla’s long-fingered hand disappeared between my legs.

“We’ll get you nice and pretty for training,” Rachel continued. She motioned for the girls to help me stand up. They towelled me off and led me to a small room with a simple sheeted bed in the center. They lay me down, face up and still naked, as Rachel explained further.

“You’re clean now, so it’s time for a little makeover,” she said, laughing a little. I smelled a strange burning scent, and gasped as hot wax was poured over my pussy.

“No!” I cried, as Jasmine ripped away the hair I had kept neat.

“Relax,” Rachel said, suddenly firm. “You’re miles away from any sort of civilization now. You’re ours now and that’s that. It’s best to let them break you, and to do so quickly. You’ll be rewarded faster and punished much less. Stop crying.” She wiped away the tears on my face. “Your eyes will get puffy.” 

Layla blow dried my hair as Jasmine waxed my pussy smooth. For an hour or so I sat in solemn silence, as the women painted my nails and made up my face. They curled my hair and perfumed my skin. Finally, they stood me before a mirror, and I had to admit that I looked amazing. Rachel clapped her hands gleefully as my breath caught.

My long golden blond hair cascaded down my back in curls. My brown eyes were framed with thick lashes and my brows arched above them. My rosebud lips were glossed with a subtle pink and my cheeks were rosy. On my small frame, my breasts looked beautiful against my flushed pale skin, pink nipples erect from the tension of the day. My pussy was perfectly smooth, lips glistening with moisture from being naked so long. 

Rachel snapped the leash back into my collar, and Layla and Jasmine went back into the bathroom. I was almost sad to see them go. Rachel led me back downstairs, through the same cell corridor all the way until the end.

“Don’t cry. Be glad you’re with Nathaniel. He has been wanting you for months. My trainer was not so gentle with me, not even when I would do anything for him,” Rachel said casually, over her shoulder. We had come to the end of the hallway. All that was there was a large steel door. She knocked against it three loud times.

It swung open, and there stood Nathaniel, in only an undershirt and dress pants, with an evil grin spreading across his face.

*Thanks for reading! I hope to get a Part 2 out soon about Sabrina’s slave training and then the auction to her new master, and maybe then a Part 3 about her life with him. Let me know what you all think!*

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