Thread: Captured  (Thymoit and Savvi)

Master He found her on the internet and took her from her home. The capture went with a practiced ease. The hardest part was tracking her down, finding her real world identity, her name and address. Taking her was cake. Disable her security, pick the locks, slip like a ghost through her home in the middle of the night. A little bit of gas to put her into a deep sleep and then inject a sedative to make sure she stays asleep. Pack her up and out the door into the night and away. The drive home was dull and boring. No cops, nothing exciting. He kept her sedated and checked her vitals often and kept himself entertained by thinking of all the fun he was going to have breaking and taming her. Once he got her home he stripped her naked. Although this was his first good look at his newest victim he didn't take liberties then. What would be the point? He wants her awake when the fun begins. So he doesn't so much as cop a feel as he strips her down and cuffs her wrists. Although he is looking forward to getting started with her, he needs some sleep himself. He needs to be alert and rested for tomorrow. So he gives her another injection too keep her sleeping for a bit longer. He's tense and eager so he drinks a little whiskey and indulges himself by having Hannah suck him him off. That takes the edge off his horniness, enough to lull him to sleep, but still leaves him wanting more. He save it for tomorrow though. It is going to be a fun day. - - - He wakes at her first cry as eager as child on Christmas morning. He has always been a light sleeper and nothing gets him going like a new captive to be broken and tamed. Oooh, he can't wait to get his dick into her! He sits up in the darkness and hurries to his laptop and accesses the room controls. He triggers the lights and cameras for her cell. Light blooms like the sun dawning. Floodlights in the four corners of the room come on and converge upon his new captive. Flourescent lights flicker on adding their more diffuse glow. He looks away briefly, letting his eyes adjust, and then back to see her laying on the cold tile floor. He wants a better look at her and activates the winch. He watches through the one-way glass, relishing her reaction as the motor in the ceiling starts up, pulling the cord connected to her wrist bindings up to the ceiling. His blood is hot and racing with anticipation. Soon, very soon, he'll be claiming his new prize. Training Cell The drugs slowly leave her system. It is the cold and the hard floor that will bring her awake. She is on a tiled floor, naked except for two leather cuffs that bind her wrists together and a chain that leads off from them into the darkness. It is pitch black. Not the usual light leaking through the windows dark but absolutely and totally dark. At her first cry he awakens and hits the lights. Once her eyes adjust she will be able to see the tiny cell that is her prison. It's a small room, maybe ten foot by ten foot with high ceilings. Three of the walls are concrete with brackets set into them at regular intervals. The fourth wall is a floor to ceiling mirror. The entire floor is tiled and slopes down to the center like a shower. Ominiously there s a six-inch metal drain right beneath her feet. There is only one exit on the wall opposite the mirror and it is a sold metal door. There isn't even a handle on this side, only a keyhole. The ceiling is painted black and there are dark depressions in it. A long cable attaches the cuffs on her wrisfrom her joined wrists up to the ceiling. Before her mind can even really process the scene, he activates the winch. A hidden motor in the ceiling comes to life with a grinding noise as it retact the cable connected to her wrists cuffs. As it does, she is forced to sit up and then stand and is eventually pulled off her feet. When the motor stops she hangs helplessly bound naked for his inspection.