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  “Wh-what do you mean?” she whimpered. “He will. He won’t leave me like this.”

  “But what if I told you that I wasn’t going to even ask?”

  “What?” She jerked against the straps, eyes wide. “But why not?”

  Finished strapping her in place, once more bound to the spoke of the wheel, he ran his hands over her sweat-covered flesh and up to her lips, where he held the nasty metal bit in front of her mouth.

  “I had meant to keep this little secret for later, Princess, but there is no ransom.”

  “Then what the –Uuuhhhkkk” Her words were cut off by the thrust of the gag into her mouth, and she felt the pressure of the heavy rubber bands return a moment later, forcing her to once again clench her teeth on the hard metal.

  “Dear old Daddy already paid me, little Jessie,” he whispered to her, his hot breath on her ear. “He paid me to get rid of his little problem child.”

  Sobbing, Jessica shook her head as much as the stiff collar allowed, refusing to believe his words.

  “You see, Princess, you’re mine now.” He groped her breasts roughly with his hands. “No one is looking for you, and we’re going to have quite a lot of fun together. But I’ll leave you digest all that.”

  Stepping away from her, he set the wheel in motion once more, the prod-loaded arm beginning to move away ahead of her. Sobbing, Jessica threw herself against the leather harness, heaving it forward with great effort. As she began her exhausting trek, she found herself somehow grateful for the work, allowing her to concentrate on something other than his last words to her. Could it be true? No, her father couldn’t have done this to her, of that she was sure. But what about the ransom? She trembled at the thought. Was he really planning to keep her?

  Chapter Eight

  The Introduction Video

  Jessica’s mind was a hazy web of exhaustion and misery, her legs trembling like a bowl of Jell-O, when her time at the wheel finally came to an end. She had long ago lost any semblance of an understanding of time, concentrating only on driving as hard as she could against the traces that bound her. Twice, the prod had caught her, stinging her harshly, though she took some satisfaction from the fact that she had managed to drive away from it after each blow, instead of collapsing as she had done previously. Her arduous journey to nowhere finally at an end, she could only dangle in the straps as her captor released her, gathering her limp body up into his arms and carrying her so easily.

  She was barely conscious, sweat-soaked and bone-weary, as he set her down gently on a soft, padded table. She wanted nothing more than to sink into the soft material and sleep, but he kept her moving, turning her this way and that as he gradually removed the many leather straps from her body. When she was wearing only the boots and mittens once more, he turned her onto her stomach and drew her arms behind her back. She winced as she heard the familiar ratcheting sound and felt the cold steel cuffs close on her wrists.

  “Do you think you can be a good girl tonight?” her captor asked, his hand on her bare arms, rubbing them softly. “I have an easy night in mind for you, if you can behave.”

  “Please, I just want to go home,” Jessica sobbed helplessly, feeling utterly spent. “I can’t… I can’t take it anymore. I don’t want to be here. I don’t want to be tied up any more.”

  “If you’re going to make it, Princess, you’re going to have to stop looking at the big picture,” he responded, his voice soothing and gentle, his hands moving to massage her shoulders. “You need to focus on the bearable moments that you will be afforded from time to time, and learn to live for those.”

  “But how?” she sobbed, her body heaving. “You told me you’re never going to let me go. There’s no ransom. There’s no way home. You’re… you’re turning me into some kind of sick animal.”

  “Would you like me to take the mitts off your hands?” His hands moved down over her sides as he spoke, caressing her smooth hips. “And the boots off your feet?”

  “Oh God yes, please.”

  “That’s how, Princess,” he continued softly as he began to unbuckle the straps on her wrists. “Don’t think of leaving here. Don’t think of home. Think instead of the times here that will be better than others.”

  Jessica sobbed with relief as she felt the tight leather mittens come free of her hands. Her fingers ached from the long confinement as she slowly spread them. The pain and discomfort was a small price to pay, however, to have her hands back, though still locked in handcuffs behind her back.

  “Thank you. Oh, thank you,” she sobbed, genuinely grateful.

  “If you can be a good girl tonight, you will be only lightly bound for the evening,” he told her as he began to unlace her boots. “And you’ll be given some actual clothing to wear. Would you like that, Princess?”

  “Yes, please,” she answered softly as he removed the first boot.

  “Then, you can be a good girl?” He moved to her second foot as she stretched the first, feeling the arch threatening to cramp when she started to un-point her toes.

  “I will. I’ll be good.”

  Finished with the second boot, leaving her only wearing the cuffs now, he lifted her again. She huddled against him as he carried her across the room, her body trembling with exhaustion and chill, so desperate for precious sleep and yet kept awake by fear of what was to come. She opened her eyes again when he stopped, and her body tensed as she saw that she was being lowered into the familiar porcelain tub. She was overwhelmed with relief as the water within turned out to be hot.

  “See, Princess?” he whispered softly, noting her relief, as he began to wash her body with a soft sponge. “It doesn’t all have to be bad.”

  Jessica watched as he washed her with a lathered sponge, scared but grateful for the gentle touch and the soothing water. He lifted her smooth legs, and she held herself upright with her cuffed hands against the bottom of the basin as he ran the soapy sponge up and down her thighs and calves. His gentle touch was both welcome and frightening, and her naked state was made more pronounced than ever by the way he touched her. She tensed, whimpering softly, as the sponge slid beneath the surface of the water and began to glide between her legs.

  “You need to relax, Princess,” he cooed as he spread her legs slightly, and glided the sponge over the lips of her pussy. “Don’t think about what is happening, and how the old you would have reacted. Concentrate on how it feels, and how it soothes you. Enjoy the moment while it is here.”

  Closing her eyes, Jessica tried to send her mind somewhere else as the sponge continued to roam over her body. It felt wonderful, the water seeming to wash away the brutal tortures of her captivity. She didn’t resist as he gently lowered her hair into the water and caressed her scalp as he shampooed her. Lying in the steaming water, her sweat and grime washing away, she could almost forget the tight cuffs on her wrists, and the fact that it was her kidnapper doing the washing.

  “Have you ever acted, Princess?” he asked as he rinsed the shampoo from her hair and began to help her up onto her feet. “Been in a play?”

  “A play?” she asked, the question seeming entirely out of place as she rose reluctantly to her feet. “I was in a few, for the High School Drama Club.”

  “Oh good. That should be a big help to you then.” He smiled as he helped her step from the tub onto the cold concrete floor.

  “Why? Help with what?” She shivered slightly as she spoke, chilled by the cool air and her damp state.

  “You have a role to play now, Princess, and it’s a very important one.” He smiled down on her as he led her across the room, holding tight to her upper arm.

  “What role?” She asked, feeling impossibly small as she walked next to him, still exhausted, but feeling better now that she was clean and so much less stringently bound.

  “We’re going to make a little introductory video, Princess,” he continued as he led her back to where her introduction to this place had occurred, a sturdy wooden chair sitting in the center of the area,
with a few video cameras pointing at it. On a nearby table, she saw a make-up case, a pile of clothes, towels, and a pair of soft brown suede sheepskin lined boots.

  “An introduction to what?” she asked, her pace quickening.

  “To your new website, of course, Princess,” he answered easily as they reached the table and he picked up a towel. “The preorders for membership have already been amazing. Your birthday party shots were quite a hit.”

  “You posted… you posted pictures of… of… of what you did to me on the NET?!” she demanded angrily as he dried her body roughly with the towel.

  “Oh no, Princess,” he laughed as he rubbed the towel across her breasts and stomach. “I sold pictures of you on the net. There’s a big difference, at least from my point of view.”

  “You sick bastard… you can’t do this…” She trembled in outrage as he continued to dry her body, her wrists squirming in the tight metal cuffs. She wanted to run, to flee while her legs were free, but where would she go? How would she get out with her hands trapped behind her?

  “Now now, Princess, is that any way to talk to me?” He glared at her as he towel-dried her hair and then dropped the towel on the table. “Besides, of course I can. I already did. But what’s important for you is that if you cooperate for the video, you get to spend some time dressed, sit at a table for dinner, and then sleep in a bed tonight.”

  “And what do I have to do in the video?” she asked fearfully.

  “Oh, nothing so terrible. You just need to convince whoever watches it that you are here of your own free will, that you enjoy these things, and that you’ve surrendered yourself to me for a one year period of bondage and training.”

  “Wh-what?” she demanded. “No, I won’t do it!”

  “Then I’ll hook you back up to the wheel and let the prod chase you until you change your mind.”

  “God damn it! You can’t do this to me!” Jessica shrieked, hot tears streaming from her eyes as frustration filled her.

  He drew her close to him, his fingers twined in her hair, her bare breasts heaving against his chest as she sobbed helplessly. His free hand slid down her back, coming to rest against the small of it, keeping her petite body pressed close to him.

  “Just relax, Princess,” he spoke softly, soothingly. “Focus on how nice it will feel to have something to wear, even temporarily. What it will be like to be able to relax and have a nice dinner. And all in return for a few words.”

  “But I don’t want… don’t want to stay here,” she sobbed, gasping for air between the words as depression overwhelmed her. “I just… I just…”

  “You don’t have a choice, Princess. You can’t escape. You can’t resist me. You can only do the things that will make your stay here less horrible. You need to come to accept that.”

  “But… but… it’s not… it’s not fair…,” she choked on the words.

  “Would you like to be dressed, Princess?”

  Biting her lower lip, Jessica could only nod in response as she cried helplessly. She hated herself for accepting the offer, understanding what accompanied it, but the scared, realistic part of her mind realized that he was right. Resistance would only bring more pain, more time at the wheel, and she couldn’t bear the thought of it. He picked up a worn khaki skirt from the table and held it low so that she could step into it. Slowly, he drew it up her legs, his hands lingering on her thighs for a moment before he covered the tops of them with the soft, faded material. She winced as he buckled the skirt’s leather belt tightly around her waist, and then she heard the familiar click of a lock from behind her.

  “It looks like a good fit, Princess,” he spoke, moving around in front of her to look at her as he smiled.

  “A little tight,” she replied, looking down over the tiny skirt and the exposed flesh of her thighs. While it was definitely much more revealing than she would have normally worn, she couldn’t help but feel better to be, at least partially, covered.

  “I’m sorry for that, Princess,” he chuckled softly as he lifted another pair of handcuffs from the table and approached her again. “But it will become necessary in a little while.”

  Squatting down next to her and taking hold of one of her bare, slender ankles, he closed one of the open cuffs onto a ring set in the floor. She watched helplessly as he closed the other cuff over her ankle, the metal ratcheting closed tightly against her flesh. She tugged at the tight cuff, finding it as confining as ever, as he rose to his feet and opened the makeup case. Withdrawing a couple baby-wipes from it, he began to wipe her face, her nose wrinkling at the scent as he cleaned away her tears. She was silent as he applied make-up to her face, brushing blush onto her cheeks, and painting her lips and eyelids.

  “You know, you really are a stunning young woman, Princess,” he spoke softly, and she was glad that she couldn’t see the look on his face, her eyes closed while he applied mascara to her lashes.

  Jessica felt horribly vulnerable and helpless as her captor dressed her and made up her face. As much as she hated the feeling of dependency, though, it did make her feel that her humanity was returning to her in some small fashion. She couldn’t help but feel that things were getting better for her. Perhaps she could convince him to continue this leniency, she told herself as he began to brush out her hair. Perhaps she could bring the horrible pony games to an end.

  “Th-thank you,” she whispered softly, shyly, as he finished with her hair and then unlocked her wrists.

  “You’re welcome, Princess.” He smiled warmly at her, gazing into her eyes, and then handing her a piece of clothing. “Put that on.”

  Opening the cloth, she discovered that it was a camouflage tank top. She quickly slipped it over her head, its short hem leaving more than her bellybutton exposed. It felt so good to be dressed, albeit ridiculously, that she forgot the cuff on her ankle for a moment. An attempted step reminded her that any freedom she felt at the moment was only illusory. She watched her captor move to one of the waiting video cameras.

  “Now, Princess, the critical thing about this exercise is that you make the camera believe that you are having a wonderful time throughout our little interview,” he told her, moving behind the camera to turn it to face her. “You must follow the instructions I give perfectly. If I don’t like how you come across the first time, we will repeat it until you get it right. If we don’t finish in a reasonable time, we will have to skip dinner. Do you understand?”

  “Yes, I do.”

  “Good. Now, let’s start with a playful little spin,” he ordered, and she saw the red light on the camera turn on.

  She turned in place at his command, pivoting on her bound foot.

  “Let’s try it again, Princess. This time, I need you to smile.”

  Taking a deep breath, she forced a smile onto her lips, and spun around again. She tried to imagine that she was modeling a new outfit for some girlfriends, anywhere but here.

  “Much better, Princess,” he said with a smile. “Now, one more time, but this time I want you to start in a pose with your arms up, and bring them down and behind you as you turn. End facing me with a smile, and with your hands behind your back.”

  Steeling her resolve, she stood on her bound foot, and pointed the toe of her other foot out slightly to the side, raising her arms above her head with her palms facing up as if she were holding up the ceiling. Winking at the camera and smiling as warmly as she could muster, she turned slowly, bringing her arms down behind her as he instructed.

  “That was perfect, Princess.” Her captor grinned broadly as he turned off the camera and returned to her, holding the other pair of cuffs in his hand, and picking up the suede boots along the way.

  “Please, you don’t need those,” Jessica whimpered softly as he closed the cuffs on her wrists, locking them once again behind her back.

  “It’s going to be very temporary, Princess,” he answered as he squatted down and removed the cuff from her ankle, placing the boots before her. “In a moment, you won’t be
wearing any cuffs at all.”

  He pointed to the boots, and she stepped into them, wriggling her toes in the soft furry interior. The feel of them stood out in her mind in stark contrast to the feel of the other boots she had been wearing. While she settled into them, he moved across the room to a camera that stood on a tripod behind the wooden chair. She turned to face him across the short distance.

  “Now, I need you to walk to the chair, in as sexy and playful a fashion as you can imagine,” he spoke quickly, barely containing his excitement. “We’ll try this one a few times, so feel free to experiment. Pretend that you’re on a runway.”

  He settled in behind the camera, and she saw its light come on. Taking a deep breath, she forced a smile again and strutted across the room to the chair. It was hard to feel sexy with her hands locked behind her back, but she did her best, bouncing her hips as she walked her sexiest walk.

  “Very good, Princess,” he laughed, rustling her hair as she turned and sat on the seat. “Let’s try it again. This time, give me a pouting look instead of that beautiful smile of yours.”

  She lost track of how many times she made the approach to the chair, her displayed emotions ranging from angry to shocked to amused, but all the while only barely covering the fear inside her. She tried desperately to give him exactly what he was looking for with each take, her belly beginning to rumble at the thought of the promised dinner.

  “That will do, Princess, though I’ll have a hard time picking which one to use.” She sighed with relief at his words as he finally let her remain seated in the chair.

  Behind her, she felt him tug at the belt, and then the click of a lock. A moment later, he removed the cuffs from her wrists. Trying to rise from the chair, she quickly discovered that the back of the belt was firmly locked to the chair, and that the chair did not move, somehow fastened to the ground. He walked out in front of her, bringing the camera and tripod with him, and placing it on the floor facing her.

  “Now, Princess, we are going to have our interview.” He smiled as he set up the camera and tripod. “Instead of asking you questions, though, I will just tell you what to say. I figure it will save us some time and frustration. I want you to be very animated during this interview. Remember, you’re excited to be here. Do you understand?”