Rebecca

I was walking to my job as the front desk assistant for a big software company when my high hill got caught and tripped me. I hit the ground hard; a friendly passer-by helped me back to my feet. Disoriented, I didn't notice my helper was guiding me down a side street till I was sitting down next to a parked moving truck, nor did I see the total lack of people in the surroundings. But Once I did, fear overtook me, and my thoughts raced to find any escape roots.

I shifted to see my helper's face, seeing an unfamiliar man looking down at me. As I stared at him, my eyes felt pulled to his like they were black holes. Their colour seemed to be changing as I watched, mesmerising me. The man noticed my fear fading as I stared into his eyes. As I fell deeper into his gaze, his voice reverberated through me. He spoke calmly and in a seductive voice, "That's right. There's no need to worry; you're ok. You Took a bit of a tumble, and I wanted to get you off those busy streets."

His voice washed the last of my fear away. I relaxed fully in his arms. After he saw me completely relax, he got up. "I have some cold water in my cab. Let me get it for you." He spoke as he disappeared behind the moving truck. Returning seconds later, with a bottle in hand, he handed me the water bottle. "Here, you must be hot. The sun is blistering today."

I gratefully took the bottle and saw lemon slices floating inside. I sipped the water, and to my surprise, the water was cold after being in a hot truck cap. I took a more substantial drink, hoping it would help the dizziness. Before I knew it, I emptied the bottle. Realising I had drunk all this man's water, I looked up at him apologetically, but he just smiled. I felt relieved and started to get up to thank him properly, but as I did, I lost my balance and fell again. Seeing this, the man caught me in his arms and said." aw dear, I think you need a bit of a Lie down. There's a bed in the back, and We can't go till we get a few more things anyway, so it should be fine." as he spoke, he lifted me into his arms and walked to the rear of the trailer. I accepted his help gratefully, not noticing the smirk that briefly passed across his face.

When we reached the back of the truck, he opened the door for me. I notice plastic curtains attached to the ceiling just behind the door. It confused me for a second, but a wave of dizziness washed over me, causing me to stumble, so I ignored my instincts to find a spot to sit down. I stepped through and rested my weight against a shelf I saw just inside. I shied in relief as the dizziness passed. As I steadied myself, I took in my surroundings only to be hit with the site of Half a dozen women hanging on the walls of the mostly empty truck; they all appeared unconscious, stripped naked and bound to the wall by sets of leather handcuffs mounted to the wall. The Wall-mounted Shackles forced their arms and legs apart in an X pose, and the door slamming shut abruptly pulled me from the horrified inspection of my surroundings. I spun around in a vain attempt to run, only to see the imposing figure of my saviour blocking my view. I stumble back in fear and watched as He looked through the shelf I had just leaned against. To my horror, it contained an assortment of gags, ropes, tasers and other tools. His hand came out, holding a ball gag.

As I stumbled back, I bumped into what looked like the metal skeleton of a chair welded to the floor in the middle of the truck. When I looked back at my Savior turned capture, he had come up behind me with a ball gag in one hand, and the other captured my face. My lips trembled as I thought fast, clamping my jaw shut before he could force it into my mouth. My Capturer didn't look angry; he just looked at me like he thought I was acting childish and spoke in his calm, musical voice that seemed to wash through me in waves, relaxing my muscles without my permission.

" You will open that lovely mouth of yours now, or I will do it for you, and you will not like the consequences if I have to." He firmed his grip on my mouth, then said," It's your choice. I'll give you till the count of three." I found my jaw relaxing on its own as he started counting. "One, two, three." as he said three, he opened my mouth and forced the gag into my mouth, then tightened the straps around my head before I could think to spit it out. My hands rushed to remove the ball gag, but his strong hands soon captured them. He then forced me into the wired chair. My hands and feet were locked in place by metal manacles built into the chair. As he locked me in, I found myself locked in a partially squatting position.

Something must have been in that water he gave me because I could feel my reactions getting slower and my body getting heavier and heavier. I was still trying to struggle, but it was like my body was suspended in a pool of water, making any attempt pointless and tiring.

Once I was secured, He began to run his hands up and down my body till he reached where I had pocketed my phone, which he took and put in a bag next to the char; he then pulled out a pair of scissors from one of his many pockets. My Capturer then began the process of stripping me naked like all the other women in this truck, starting with my red blouse, ripping it open, sending buttons everywhere and revealing my lacy white bra underneath. He paused momentarily to admire the view before continuing with his task.

With the scissors in hand, he cut open my sleeves from around my arms, making it possible to remove my blouse without having to free my hands. He then threw it into another bag, almost filled with other women's clothing. He then moved to my side and crouched so he could remove my tight black skirt that had a slit running halfway up the side; he moved his scissors along this slit and cleanly cut up to my hip. In no time, he removed my skirt, and it joined my blouse in the clothing sack. I was sitting in only my underwear.

By this point, I had mostly resigned myself to my fate as my body mainly had stopped listening to my commands, only being able to move my hands and feet. My capture noticed my lack of struggle and turned to see the hopeless eyes, which caused him to smirk and pat my cheek, saying," Don't stop fighting yet. I have plans for you, and you will need every bit of fight." His words cause me to whimper.

With that, He moved onto my bra; he smoothly cut the shoulder straps and undid the clasp, causing the bra to fall onto my lap, revealing my ampul C-cup breasts to my captor's approving gaze. He reached out a hand and squeezed my nipple between his fingers. I tried to pull away, but my body refused to move.

I realised he had absolute power over me at that moment; he could do whatever he wanted to me, and I could do anything about it. The thought terrified me; I was so scared that I didn't even notice that the thoughts had caused me to wet myself a bit. Shame flooded my thoughts, but I was yanked back by my nipple being pulled painfully, prompting a muffled squeal from me.

" you've got yourself a lovely pair of perky tits here." He complimented.

After his bit of fun, he turned his focus to the only other piece of clothing still on my body: my panties. After he saw the wet patch on my panties, he smirked, and I squirmed in place out of a mixture of Shame and fear, pulling the energy to fight again from my core; he noticed and chuckled at me. He then cut the waste band on either side of my hips and pulled the fragile peace of fabric away, revealing my quivering lower lips to my horror.

His hand moved to my sex; his fingers began to play with my clit causing warmth to grow in my sex, becoming more intense by the second as the pleasure cut through all my rational thoughts, replacing them with a need for more. At first, I tried to wiggle free from his fingers, but he started plunging them into my now wet pussy, coursing me to freeze before I found I was unconsciously trying to push them in deeper just as I felt like a dam about to burst, he suddenly pulled them away.

Sighing, he said," I would love nothing more than to play with you all day, but you're not the only one we're grabbing today, and my partners should be bringing her soon, so I'll have to cut this play session short for now." After saying that, he freed me from the chair, threw me over his shoulder in a fireman's carry and walked over to an open space on the wall. The thought of running didn't pass through my mind as he was carrying me or when he put me up against the wall, pulled my arms over my head, and cuffed them above me just like the other women.

When the handcuffs had firmly locked my arms above my head, so I was now making a Y pose, he lifted my face to give me a devilish smile. I watched as his other hand took out three items from his pocket that coursed my addled mind to clear, if only briefly, only to cause my stomach to drop. The first thing I saw was a simple black leather collar with a ring and a simple metal dog tag with a strange symbol stamped onto its face hanging on it. He immediately put the collar around my neck with the emblem on display. When he stepped back to check his work, I saw what the second and third items were: an egg-shaped Remote-control vibrator and a leather G string with a row of beads running up the back string and a nearly hidden pocket on the crotch That looked like it was to hold the egg in place.

The man first slipped the egg into the crotch of the G string and pulled it up my unresting legs, and positioned it so it was pressing against my clit, and the beads were rubbing along my anus, shifting with the slightest movement. Stepping back, he inspected his handiwork And nodded. He then put a hand in his back pocket and pulled out a little plastic rectangular Device with a dial on the side and a power button on its face.

With one last smirk on his face, he thumbed the power button, turning on the vibrator forcing a moan out of me; he then dialled it up to its max setting, causing me to squirm in place. Chuckling at the scene, my captor finished securing me to the wall, starting with a stomach strap; he wrapped the thick band of leather around my stomach and tightened it till I couldn't move my back from the wall even if I wanted to. Next, my captor pulled my right leg to the side, where a leather cuff was attached to the bottom of the truck. My ankle was then placed and locked into place using the leather cuff, and he then mirrored his actions with my other leg. My legs now mirrored my arms, so I made an X shape with my body. Once he was satisfied that I was firmly secured, he straightened and gave one of my nipples one last pinch before walking away without another word. I watched as he left the tuck and shut the door behind him.

After some time, I found myself starting to daze off even with the vibrator's constant stimulation, making me orgasm at least once with lines of my juices running down my legs as proof of my ongoing torcher when a loud noise woke my slowing thoughts. Looking around, I saw the truck doors had been opened again, and three men rose slowly with a big box on a trolley. They pushed the box inside, stopping in front of the chair I had been striped on; I quickly pretended like I was passed out like all the other girls. I opened my eyes a crack so I could still see.

Two of the men were new to me. However, I knew the third one as he was the man who had stripped me and strapped me to the wall. All three men wore the same uniform: a pair of long navy blue pants with many pockets on the legs and a bright red shirt with the logo of a stick figure man holding a box in his arms. A pair of protective leather gloves covered each of their hands.

I shifted my gaze from the three men to the box between them. One of the unknown men had opened the box and looked inside. The other new man nudged my kidnapper, chuckling, and said in an American accent.

"this one is a decent specimen and should be easy to train. Look, She's already wet just from the excitement of being stripped, bound and gagged; what do you think, Ace? Is she worthy of your attention?"

I almost let out a gasp when I heard this. I now knew there was a naked and bound woman in that box, but more importantly, I had a name for my kidnapper, "Ace", I muttered under my breath.

"We each get to choose two captured slaves every year for ourselves when we volunteer to go on the acquisition's squads, which is the only reason most of us do it, but You always volunteer if you haven't been personally asked to train a slave for our well-paying repeat clients, but you rarely pick any girls for yourself, you're the best trainer out there anybody would pay an arm and a leg for your services, but I only ever see you do it as a personal favour for someone, then there's your special service which only you and the boss know the contents of that could bring an innumerable number of high rollers, but you only do it for certain clients that you have made a deal with personally when are you going to take an apprentice and spread that secret ha?"

"Well, first, Rick, I don't do it for the money. Sure, it helps, but I'm an artist and tack commissions as a favour for our loyal clients. Second, I don't pick two slaves often because I'm very picky when it comes to my toys. I only want the best, and yes, she should make for a lovely match for my other one that I just obtained hanging over there." As he said this, he waved in my direction. "and lastly, I'll be holding a special test soon, whoever passes will be my apprentice."

Both new men looked shocked as they listened. The two men looked at me with curious eyes, which turned lustful, but Ace looked up with a knowing smirk. Turning back to the box, I watched as he pulled out a girl; she had long blond hair that reached down past her ribs, she had her ruby red lips wrapped around a black ball gag, her eyes were wide with fear, and both her arms and legs were bound with duck-tape.

Ace stood her up, so she stood on her own. He then cut free both her arms and legs. He then walked her over to the only space left from me on the opposite wall. She was bound the same way I had been, but it looked like she was cooperating. Ace placed a hand on her face when she was fully locked in. Ace ignored her panic and fear and grabbed a leather collar from his back pocket that looked like the twin to the one around my neck. As he showed it off to her, she started shaking in fear until he put one of his hands around her neck so he could quickly put the collar around her neck. Then he leaned in close to her and whispered something I couldn't hear that made her start to sob, but as Ace walked away, I could see her nectar dripping down her leg.

Ace looked over to the other guys with him and said, "She's our last today. Let's head back to base." as they reached the doors, Ace put his phone to his ear.

The other men grabbed their things and, following behind him, left. I strained my ears to hear Ace's conversation. "Hay, it's me. I have two new ones. I need your top-shelf stuff. Great, bring it to my receiving room. I'll meet you…" When the doors shut, his voice was cut off mid-sentence.

I heard the engine start-up when a white gas was suddenly pumped into the cabin. I could feel my thoughts getting fuzzy as I breathed in. I looked up to see the new girl's head slumped unconscious. It didn't take long before I followed suit.

Ace

I dropped the phone from my ear after finishing my call with Trix. All the guys were already waiting in the truck. I walked to the passenger side of the Truck and hopped in. The other guys were waiting patiently. I picked up the radio and called in, "This is truck 26; we're full up and heading back over." The other end was silent for a second before we heard a response: "Roger will wait for you at bay seven over." I signalled for us to move out before responding, "Roger, see you there over and out.

We quickly left the site of our latest acquisitions and headed to the local headquarters/ training centre that's lovingly been dubbed the training hotel. I often visit the local headquarters under the guise of an employee. My real Identity as the leader of the worldwide crime group known as The Pack is usually hidden except to the leaders of a city bass that I'm visiting because the leader of The Pack is only known by the name Alpha, and any who lean my real identity get taken away never being seen again.

I chose my New York branch to visit as the master-slave trainer Ace this time. It is one of my favourite places to visit because I always find a good specimen or two for my collection.

It took about twenty minutes to get to the training hotel's underground, pick up bay seven, and park the truck in an open space where men were waiting to unload our acquisitions. I got out of the Truck, waved the Forman over, and told him to bring my picks to my receiving room. I then walked to the nearby elevator. As the door closed, I opened a hidden panel revealing a screen and keypad. The screen was flashing, asking for my access code. I put my code in for my floors and ascended.

As I stepped out, I was greeted with a long hallway with four cameras, two at each end. At the other end of the corridor stood a reinforced metal door with another camera above it. As I approached the door, the camera followed me. When I stood before the door and looked up, it opened with a loud bang and a mechanical female voice that said, "Welcome home, Master." The doors opened to what looked like a large gymnasium, but instead of exercise equipment, there were pieces of slave training equipment everywhere. Hovering just above the gym was a balcony that could observe the hall room. Once I walked under the balcony, I came to a set of double doors, which I also walked through. Behind those were three doors, two of which looked like prison seal doors, and one ornate wooden door painted red. And lastly, an elevator sat in the corner, out of sight. I walked to the elevator and pressed the second floor. As I exited on the second floor into my personal chambers, I removed the mover's disguise, put it to the side for disposal, and went for a shower before Trix and the two girls arrived.