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CHAPTER 2
HOW did she get in that situation????
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i couldn't wait until the clock struck 11pm. my schoolwork had been
done, all my exams were finished, and i paced in front of my computer, waiting
for the clock to tell me my Master was home. He had emailed me earlier during
the day to tell me He wouldn't be home until then, but as the clock seemed
to get slower and slower, i jumped into my chair and logged into the chatroom.
Once there, i looked at who was online. A few of my regular chat buddies
were there, and greeted my entrance, and i smiled as i saw that RickDom was
online. i had been chatting with him for a few weeks, as we had a lot in
common. He seemed really nice, and told me what he looked for in a slave.
He seemed to be very similar in his ideal type of slave as my own Master;
although i got the feeling that his methods to get that result were somewhat
harsher and quicker than the methods my Master used. He felt his subs needed
constant discipline, and was very much focused on the negative enforcement
method, rather than an award/discipline system.
i knew my Master respected RickDom, simply because RickDom has always displayed
a high level of respect and openness to other's ideas and opinions since day
one. RickDom was anxious to hear about different views on a Master/slave relationship,
and didn't limit himself to wanting that, but Dom/me/sub relationships in general.
He seemed to show a genuine interest in everyone, but was particularly fond
of chatting with me. i am always weary of newcomers, but soon found myself
easily talking to him and sharing ideas and experiences. Little did i know,
he had the technology to pinpoint my location.
It was finally 11pm, and true to form, my beloved Master entered the chatroom
right on time. i was, as usual, thrilled to see Him, and greeted Him just as
He likes to be greeted. with plenty of affection, and obedience.
RickDom bowed to my Master, and gave us space to be with each other, opting
to merely observe. At the time, i didn't know RickDom was able to read the
private chats between me and my Master, or trace both of our locations, or
whatever other mediums of obtaining information about us.
Several hours later, i was fast asleep, dreams of my Beloved filling my sleep,
the entire house quiet, and my body and mind at complete peace. In the morning,
i opened my email, and immediately started pouting, as i learned Master would
be gone today and tomorrow for work. i sighed and sent Him a nice reply, filled
with words of my love and commitment to Him. That night, RickDom noticed my
somber mood, and i told him about Master being away. He tried to comfort me,
but i said i needed to retire for the night, and wouldn't be online the next
day or night, either, since Master wasn't going to be.
The next night, it took me awhile to fall asleep. i needed the goodnight and
sweet dreams wishes from my Master, as it always helped me sleep. i even started
hearing weird noises, but quickly found out my cat was going bonkers trying
to root through the trashcan. i kicked her outside, stupidly forgetting to
lock the door. i climbed back into the warmth of my bed, and fell asleep.
i felt someone near me, and opened my eyes, but just as i opened them, a huge
gloved hand came crashing down on my mouth, cramming a thick, damp rag over
my mouth and nose. i tried to scream, but in doing so, inhaled the disgusting
drug deeply, and in seconds, felt everything go dark, and my body go limp.
i didn't feel being lifted and carried outside, didn't feel the damp, cold
air on my skin, didn't feel the intruder dump me into the back of the mini-van,
and didn't feel the cuffs lock around my wrists and ankles, securing me to
either side of the van's interior.
i woke up in the cell a few hours later, groaning as i felt my arm aching.
Upon closer inspection, i discover the spot where a needle had obviously penetrated
my skin. i rolled over, immediately feeling dizzy, and laid back down. A hard,
deep voice made me jump up, startled.
"Well, well, a lazy thing you are. Most slaves would have woken up an hour
ago, but your useless, lazy self decided to sleep in, huh? That will bring you
some punishment. My slaves should never sleep in unless they have permission
to do so, slut!" He barked at me through the bars of the cell.
i cringed and winced at his harsh words, trying to focus on him.
"Don't recognize me, huh? I figured as much, useless slaves like you would
never think like that. Too stupid to figure out who or what I am."
i shivered, goosebumps covering every inch of my skin.
"Who... who are you?" i asked timidly.
The whip came snapping out at me, nicking my tender skin along my inner thigh.
i shrieked, rushing back to the corner of the cot i was sitting on.
"Rule number one - don't speak unless I give you permission to do so. As
to your question, it's me, Rick. I think you may remember the nickname I use
in that chatroom... RickDom." He said with a smirk.
i suddenly became terrified, trying to figure out how this had happened, or
if this was all a dream.
One week later, and i was curled up in the cage, still wondering if this was
all a bad dream. Surely he would just let me go. Surely my Master would wonder
where i was and come for me. Surely this was Rick's sick joke, and would return
me to be with my Beloved. Surely... so many possibilities... yet i still couldn't
come up with the one i feared - that i would forever become his slave, to live
in constant fear and dread, to live knowing i would never again hear my Master's
voice or feel His gentle touch... to never hear those sweet dreams wishes or
soft, loving good nights... never again... never...
i shook my head, trying to rid my brain of such thoughts. i heard footsteps
and cringed to very back of my cage. A bowl was slid into the cage. The bowl
was divided into two sections, which i discovered contained water in one, and
a soup-type food in the other.
"Eat now, slave, or learn what happens, yet again, when you disobey me." came
that harsh, evil voice i had grown to fear and dread... and HATE.
Where was my Master? i only hoped that He was ok, and was able to deal with this. i only hoped that He still loved me, and was trying to find a way to rescue me.
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A mere hundred miles away, my Master was pacing back and forth in
front of His computer. He was burning with rage, the images of His slave
being tortured that way flashing through His mind. He kept asking Himself,
how His slave had gotten into the hands of that asshole, RickDom. Rage and
hatred had kept Him awake the past four days, as worry and concern for His
missing slave grew larger and more demanding of His attention.
The blinding light of the midnight moon streamed through His window, and He
found Himself gazing at it, wondering if His slave could see that very moon
from where she was, and if He could somehow send her His love through that
moon. He went back to His computer, and looked up RickDom's information, trying
to determine the asshole's location. He knew Rick wasn't far away, but the
valleys and cities and towns in the area would prevent Him from finding them.
Too large an area, with too large a population. All He could rely on, was His
instincts, to bring Him to His beloved slave.
He printed off maps and gathered information about each area. He heard outdoor
noises, so knew they had to be out of town or city limits, to be able to hear
the crickets and other wildlife that clearly. He figured it couldn't be near
anyone close, since His slave's screams had quieted the wildlife. God, He thought,
her screams still sent painful jolts through His body and seared burns in His
mind.
He had recorded the web cam feed, and went through it again, trying His best
to endure the agony of watching it closely, looking for any clue. He needed
sleep, He knew that, but as He collapsed onto His bed, He knew He wouldn't
fall asleep anytime soon. Instead, He ran mental images through His mind, still
searching for clues... and jolted upright at one thought, then ran over to
His computer, almost cheering out loud when the video image confirmed it. In
a fit of rage and fury, He ran to His car and started the engine. As the engine
roared to life, He slammed it into first and drove off, headed into the direction
that He had realized... where His beloved a slave had to be.
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