The Capture and Training of Aryana

The highway might as well have been desolate, of all the cars that traveled along I53, not one had slowed to pick up Aryana as she stood thumbing from the break down lane.  Every few hours she would walk for a while, then try again in a different spot, but it was getting close to dusk and she wasn’t too keen on hitching at night.  She pushed a stray tendril of auburn hair back behind her ear and began to walk against the wind, occasionally looking back to see if any car had happened to be slowing behind her.  Disheartened, Aryana walked in search of an exit off the highway, hoping she would find a place to spend the night.  As she made her way off the interstate she caught sight of a small Getty station off to her right and wearily trudged through the muddy grass, anxious for a toilet and some strong coffee.  After she had completed her affairs in the gas station, she secured the lid on her coffee cup and began to walk towards the gutter along the highway.  Behind her she heard a horn honk, and Aryana turned to see a new, sleek black Chevy pickup following her slowly.  By the dimly lit sky, Aryana could make out the driver’s hand motioning her to the side and she scurried over as the Chevy made its way to the break down lane in front of her.  Aryana walked cautiously up to the window of the car.  The driver’s side window rolled down upon her arrival, revealing the lovely chiseled features of a young man sitting at the wheel.  “Need a ride?” He asked, his grey-green eyes catching the light from oncoming cars.  “Um…” Aryana was leery of accepting a ride so late, she couldn’t see into the truck and it made her a little nervous.  “You’re fucking crazy to be walking here at night, hop on in, I’ll get ya somewhere safer.”  “Thanks,” Aryana said, gaining some confidence, “I really appreciate it.”  Aryana walked around to the passengers’ side door and climbed in.  The interior was lavish and Aryana was in awe as she looked at the various screens on the dash board, the smooth plush seats, the interior of the car looked and felt more like a limo than a pickup truck. “Jesus,” Aryana said softly.  The man laughed, “Yea, this truck is kind of a hobby.”  “You did all this?”  “Most of it, it’s not all that complicated, wireless internet, GPA, that sort of thing.”  “Wow.”  The man laughed again and gave Aryana a little half-smile, “Thanks.”

            He snuck glances at her as he drove, she wasn’t beautiful, but was definitely pretty.  She was perhaps a bit too thin and her curves looked slightly too big for her small frame.  She had a lovely oval face, big brown eyes and wavy auburn hair.  He liked the way her oversized black t-shirt clung to her breasts and how her thin legs were outlined by tight jeans, how the fabric of her pants gently traced the outline of her combat boots.  She looked like fun, but he would have to make sure first.  “So, what’s your name?”  She turned at look at her, surprised to hear his foreign voice.  “Aryana.  And you?”  “Ried, pleasure to meet you.  Where are you going?” he tried to sound casual as he cocked it head to meet her eyes.  “I don’t really know.”  A glimmer of hopefulness flickered in Reid and he pressed her, “You have somewhere to stay?  How’d you end up out there anyway?  Nobody walks here, its too dangerous.”  Aryana paused before answering, unsure of what to say.  “My father kicked me out, said I could either go to college to be a doctor or I could leave.  So I left…” Aryana looked out the window thoughtfully, then confided, “I really don’t have anywhere to go.”  Reid  almost smiled and yelled out his excitement, she was alone, and no one would find her if he chose to keep her; he too looked out his window, so he could collect himself.  When he turned back to her his face was solemn.  “I’m sorry,” he said lowly, unsure of how to go about gaining her trust.  He wanted to reach out an put a hand on hers (actually he wanted to reach over and feel her up) but he refrained and kept his hands on the steering wheel.  “Known any motels or places I could stay for the night?” Aryana looked out the windshield as she spoke, feeling vulnerable.  Reid sensed this and immediately made his proposal, “You known, why don’t you come back to my place, we can get you cleaned up and get some food in you.”  Aryana looked at the floor, “O, thank you, but I don’t want to impose on you, I’m sure you have better things to do with your night than entertain hitchhikers.”  “ I would be honored to have you for dinner, we’ll be home soon.”  Reid drove them a short way and then turned off onto a main road, then twisting narrow back road, and finally down a long driveway to his house, which looked more like a small stone castle.  “K,” he said, hardly holding his excitement, though he knew he would have to way until after dinner, “We’re here.”  “You’re home is beautiful,” Aryana said as she stepped out of the car, admiring the exotic trees lining the walk way to the front door.  “Why, thank you, I’m not very social, but I do like to keep things looking nice.”  Aryana smiled at him and he winked back at her.  “My lady first,” he said as he hurried her into the house.

            The house was rich with blood red and black furniture and décor and silver accents arranged carefully about the various chambers.  They were greeted by an elderly maid, and Aryana was relieved to find that she wouldn’t be in this large, disturbingly beautiful house alone with a strange man.  ‘Marian, please prepare a small meal for my guest and I, whatever you feel like making would be delightful,” then, turning to Aryana he asked, “You don’t have any special nutritional needs do you?”  “No, thank you, any food would be wonderful.”  “Good,” Reid said and turned back to his housekeeper, “We’ll take supper in the den, then, Marian, thank you.”  Reid then took hold of Aryana’s wrist and tugged her towards the den, promising she could explore the rest of the house later.  They sat down awkwardly, and Reid was tempted to make his move, but soon the food had arrived, and they were munching contentedly on chicken salad wraps.  As they finished, Reid cleared the plates and handed them to Marian, thanked her, then closed the solid wood door to the den.  “Now,” he began, “I’d like to discuss something with you, but first, why don’t you sit down in that comfy chair behind you.”  Aryana walked cautiously over to the chair.  “Thank you,” Reid said as he walked over to her and quickly grabbed her wrists and expertly secured her to the special locks on the chair.  Aryana let out a shriek, “What the fuck are you doing?” her voice was panicked, her body spasming in alarm.  “Quiet,” Reid began, “You are never to speak to me like that, you will be respectful at all times.  Do you understand?”  “Fuck off.  Let me go!” Aryana’s mind was racing, she was terrified and Reid was enjoying watching the thin girl’s body shake in fear of him.  Reid walked around her and tightly fasted a heavy collar around her neck.  “You’re afraid of me, aren’t you? You know, darling, that’s just turning me on even more.”  With that Aryana screamed, obviously trying to call for help of some sort.  Reid slapped her forcefully across the cheek “Scream all you want, not a fucking soul is going to hear you.  Don’t think Marian or any of the other servants will try to help you escape.  I am keeping you here with me, and if you please me I shall keep you as my own, if not I will dispose of you.  Are we clear?  Answer me yes or no, I’m getting weary of your screaming and swearing though, so answer me as instructed or I will be forced to shock you.” Reid held up the control for the electric collar around her neck.  “Let me go,” Aryana replied viciously.  Reid turned the voltage up halfway and gave her a good long shock.  Calmly, he asked again, “Do you understand now?”  “Yes,” she replied softly.  “Now, I am going to release your bonds and you will stand before me and strip.  Don’t think about running, we’re locked in and it’s a small room.”  Reid unclasped her and helped her to her feet.  “I…I can’t stand up.  I’m so lightheaded,” she began.  Reid grasped her arm tightly and steadied her.  “I will hold you, now, remove your clothing.  This will be your first act of submission to me.”  “What?  Act of submission?” Aryana asked in a dazed tone.  “Shhh,” he quieted her, “Now strip for me unless you want to be shocked again.”

            The next morning Aryana woke up in a dark, windowless room, her captor was sitting beside her running his fingers over the curve of her hip.  “Did you rest well, darling?” he asked gently.  Aryana nodded sleepily and began to rise from the bed, away from his touch.  She stood in front of him, forgetting her nakedness at first, then grasping for a sheet from the bed with which to cover herself.  Reid caught her arm and spoke sharply “No, you are never to hide yourself from me again.  You are my slave now and will think only of your sweet little breasts, luscious ass and tight little pussy, and of course how to best please your Master.” He squeezed each of her parts in turn.  “Do you understand?”  Aryana nodded, terrified, which only fed Reid’s affection for her more.  “On your knees in front of me, slave.”  Aryana did not move, her body was quivering and her mind focused only on her terror.  Reid grabbed her and pulled the girl down over his lap.  “I’ll have to punish you for that.  You are to obey me without question, and any time you do not please me I have no choice but to help remind you of your place.”  With that Reid raised his hand and struck Aryana’s bare ass.  He spanked her relentlessly, her ass turning shades of milky scarlet, encouraging Reid’s hard on.  He spent a good half hour spanking her then stopped abruptly and shoved his middle finger into Aryana’s pussy.  “Aw, that’s sweet, my little slave is wet for me.”  Aryana shivered and Reid brought his face to her ear.  “I love it when you shiver at my voice.”  Straightening up, Reid addressed her again.  “Now, get on the floor and kneel before me, arms locked behind your back… that is, unless you’d like another spanking.”  Aryana hurriedly dropped to her knees, wanting to scream as the skin on her ass stretched in pain and she adjusted herself for him.  “That’s it, my little slut, show off those breasts,” he praised her as he slapped her left breast playfully.  “Now, don’t you think you should thank me for punishing you so well, darling?”  Aryana opened her mouth to protest, but catching the warning look from her Master she bowed her eyes to the floor.  “Yes Master.”  “Well, go on then, kiss my boots and thank me, slave!”  Aryana looked up at him nervously, then lowered her face to his worn leather boots.  Her lips met the softened hide and kissed it quickly.  “Thank you for punishing me Master.”  Reid smiled and motioned for her to continue.  Aryana kissed again, this time flicking her tongue out and tasting the salty leather.  She kissed her way around his boot, then up to his ankle.  “Tell me why you were punished, slave,” Reid commanded.  “I…I was punished because I did not obey you, Master.”  “Will you do better in the future?”  “Yes, Master,” Aryana said slowly, “I will obey you next time.”  “Good girl.”  Reid reached down to her and pet her hair as she lowered her head again and lifted the cuff of his pants and licked his ankle.  Reid laughed and said that would be quite enough, and Marian arrived at the door with a plate full of mushroom omelet and buttery croissants and fresh melon and strawberries.  Reid took the plate, thanked her and settled himself down on the bed.  Aryana was still kneeling on the floor, looking up at him curiously.  He snapped his fingers and ordered her up on the bed.  “Now,” he said and he took her arms and bound them behind her with a thick piece of twine, “You will make yourself useful, undo my pants and take out my dick.  Be very gentle.”  Reid began to eat his meal and watched as Aryana struggled to undo the button and fly of his pants with only her teeth and tongue.  The sight of the naked girl arched over between his legs, nibbling away at his pants was just delicious.  Finally Aryana managed to coax Reid’s half erect cock from his pants.  “That was a little slow, slave, I expect better next time.” He said, pretending to be displeased.  “Now, massage my dick with your lips and tongue.  Don’t forget my balls too.  If you can make me cum before my meal is finished I will share some with you.  If you do not I will fuck your mouth myself and make you beg me for my cum because that’ll be the only meal you’ll be getting until supper.  Go at it.”  Aryana closed her eyes and lowered her lips to the head of her Master’s dick.  “Hey, slut, open those beautiful eyes, I want to see them when you gag.”  Aryana had no choice but to comply and took him in her mouth, being sure to keep her eyes wide.  Reid ate slowly, enjoying the feeling of the girl’s smooth lips sucking up and down his shaft, the way her tongue would run under his dick, nibble at his balls through her lips.  “Mmmm” he groaned from above her.  Aryana began to work his shaft faster; taking his dick deeper into her throat she bobbed her head up and down his shaft.  She was starting to get into it when he pushed her head away gently, but firmly.  He smiled down at her.  “Beg me to cum in your mouth, tell me how much you want it, how you want to please me.”  “Please, Master, please cum in my mouth.  I need to taste you.  I want to please you, Sir.”  “I’m almost done with my meal, you better do better than that if you want to be fed.”  “O please, Master, I want to make you cum.  Let me serve you, I am here for your pleasure,” she implored him and she surprised herself how much she meant her words.  “Please cum in your slave’s mouth,” she added softly.  Reid reached down and stroked her cheek lovingly with two fingers, she gazed up into his eyes mortified at what she was doing.  “Yes, my pet, you may finish me, since you asked so nicely.”  “Thank you, Master,” she whispered and again took his penis into her mouth, deep throating him immediately, letting the contractions of her throat stimulate him as she gasped breath around his dick.  She worked quickly, getting back into her bobbing rhythm and sucked him hard until she heard him groaning above her.  “Yes, pet, that’s it, good girl…. AHHHHHHH.”  Aryana’s body tensed as she heard her Master orgasming.  She swallowed as her Master shot hot cum into her mouth, then sucked his cock dry before sitting back on her heels. He grabbed a clump of her lovely hair and tugged her up next to him on the bed.  He placed his plate on the nightstand and drew her fragile body into him.  She smelt of salt and woody incense and he kissed her hair, taking in her smell and feel.  “Good girl,” Reid praised her, “You are catching on quickly and I think we shall be a good match.  I’ll never get tired of that lovely fear in your eyes.”  Aryana, despite her feelings of disgust and terror, fond herself nestled against her Master’s chest and kissed it lightly.  He toyed with her nipple with one hand, rolling it between his fingers, pinching until she moaned in pain.  “Yes, my darling pet, we will have lots of fun together.”