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  Coughs wracked her chest. Eyes open now, she saw a guy standing over her. She tried to sit up and felt restraints holding her down. Alyssa tested them, pulling at her bonds but they remained first.

  “What—what’s going on?” she managed. A few stray drops slid down her chin.

  The guy, presumably her captor, leaned over her, above her head. Looking up, it seemed like he was upside down. The angle mixed in with the lingering effects of the knockout drug and made her stomach swirl. Locking her eyes shut again, Alyssa tried to breathe evenly and reorient herself.

  “Good morning,” said the guy with a hint of condescending amusement. “I’m sure you’re very confused, so let me describe your situation to you.”

  “Let me go, right now! If you don’t—” Alyssa started talking and didn’t know what she’d do. The end of that thought didn’t come to mind, but it didn’t matter since he cut her off anyway.

  His voice remained calm, self-assured, and even. Something about the rational, focused way he spoke made her stop and listen, “Your position has changed. When you woke up this morning, what were you? How did you identify yourself?”

  Alyssa wanted to scream. The urge thrummed at the back of her throat like an instinct awaiting release. Only his eyes held her. They were softly warm and brown, intense by their focus. He had short dark hair, a thin but sturdy build. Despite herself and this bizarre situation, she would have found him cute at a different place or time.

  She licked her lips and forced her scratched voice to work, “I’m a student.”

  “Good,” he said. She felt more than a little patronized, though she couldn’t explain why. “Now, you were a student when you woke up this morning, and if you’re a very good girl, you’ll get to be a student again. Only something has changed. You now belong to me.” He smiled at her, waiting for a reaction.

  “What?”

  “You belong to me. I’ve kidnapped you, and I intended to retrain you. Alyssa, the pretty college girl, is pretty much gone. From now on, you are mine. If you behave, I’ll give you treats and rewards. When you misbehave, I’ll discipline you. Now, I don’t recommend you misbehave too much. The consequences can be pretty severe.”

  “What are you talking about? No! You can’t do this!”

  “I really can,” he said and pulled something up. Her chest clenched at the sight of a pair of scissors. “Don’t worry. I’m not going to hurt you, but we do need to get you out of those clothes. I think they might be adding to your confusion.”

  “Please, who are you?” she asked, scrambling for anything to slow him down. Each and every delay meant another chance for her to maybe, somehow get out of this. When she pulled at her restraints, they failed to give. She was strapped down to a table. Glancing to her side, she saw the restraints were built into the surface. There weren’t any chains for her to tug at. Worse, she saw the only thing holding her down was Velcro. No latches, hooks, or locks. Another tide of frustration plowed through her chest as she fought to remain calm.

  “My name is Cale, but from now on, you’ll address me as your Master. That’ll be when I allow you to speak, of course.”

  “Allow me to speak?” She couldn’t believe him. He couldn’t really train her or break her. Alyssa had no intention of becoming his pet, no matter what he did to her.

  “Of course. So many pets can’t talk. Why should you?”

  “Because I’m not a pet!”

  “Again, back to the confusion. Let’s get you out of those clothes. Then we’ll start with your real training.”

  Alyssa tried to struggle. She wiggled back and forth, but really accomplished nothing. First he started with her pants. He worked the scissors up one pant leg, cutting a quick line straight up to her pelvis. Alyssa concentrated on her wrist restraints, but again they didn’t tear or break. She didn’t heave even the tiniest crack.

  He worked the second half of her jeans, slicing through the denim as though it were construction paper. Once he had the two cuts done, he pulled the shredded remains away. Cold air washed over her skin even as the heat from her exertions made Alyssa gasp for air.

  “You’re a pet now. You don’t get to decide what happens to you or your body. Tell me you understand.”

  “Screw you!” she spat back, lifting her head in defiance.

  “Good idea,” he said with a predatory grin. “Let me show you how vulnerable and helpless you are now.” He circled the table and stood beside her torso. Alyssa shivered at the way he watched her, his eyes running the length of her body as though she really were a new toy for his entertainment.

  Cale slipped his hand between her legs. First, he lightly caressed her inner thighs, running his four fingers along her skin. Alyssa tried to squirm away, but each time, his fingers followed through those scant inches of movement her restraints permitted. He worked her for seconds, then minutes, with the same gentle pattern. He stroked up and down, down and up, from side to side.

  Without meaning to, Alyssa felt her body begin to respond. Her breathing quickened and her heart started to pump faster. At first, she thought the stress on her body came from struggling against her bonds. They held her fast, yet she kept tugging, straining her muscles in the hopes she might be able to free one of her bound limbs.

  Oh no, she thought when she realized what he planned for her.

  Alyssa was getting wet. Right between her legs, she felt the first stirrings of desire. Between the frustration and fear raging through her head, she hadn’t realized what it was or what Cale was doing to her. The constant stroking began to work her up. It didn’t seem possible. How could he arouse her like this? She had never had any bondage fantasies, and yet her body responded, growing warmer and wetter by the second.

  “Have you ever been forced to orgasm?” he asked. It sounded like idle curiosity.

  “No,” she whimpered. “Please, please don’t make me. Not here. Not like this.”

  “That’s cute. Maybe I’ll let you continue to talk,” he said and leaned down. His mouth was inches from hers, and for a moment, she thought he might kiss her. Some part of her wanted it, she realized. Alyssa tried to quash that desire. She couldn’t like this. She couldn’t accept it.

  “Do you want me to touch you?”

  “No!” she snapped back.

  “Too bad,” he said and smirked right as he hopped his hand from her inner thighs right to the sheer fabric over her pussy. With the same detailed, mechanical rhythm, he stroked her. He worked his way down, pressing the silk of her panties into her slit. He worked her, found her clit and massaged there as well. His touch remained soft though, just enough pressure to make her body answer his tactile call.

  Alyssa fought to keep her arousal in check except she didn’t have any experience with this kind of assault. He battered at her mental defenses by forcing her to enjoy his advances. He stroked and touched, teased and petted, a slow finger bang she couldn’t resist or fight.

  Her fingers balled into fists and her fingernails dug into her palms. Alyssa tried to hate this. Every ounce of her strength and willpower went to summoning up a wall of rage, which she might use to hold him back.

  Only it was like Cale could read her mind. Maybe he saw the way she bit down or how her eyes clenched because he sped up, just enough to force another long, slow moan from her mouth.

  “You’re going to enjoy being mine, at least once you give up these silly notions about being independent. From now on, you’ll be collared, leashed from time to time, and if you’re really noisy, I’ll have no problem muzzling that cute little mouth of yours.”

  “No…” she said again, though her defiance mixed in with her hunger. She was close to coming, way too close. His finger must have been damp as she felt herself soak through the panties.

  “Do you want an orgasm?”

  “No, please!” she tried to reach him with the power of her gaze. She wanted him to see the desperation, to understand the pleading. Humiliation wracked her brain and body because he played her like an instru
ment. He made her sing each moan of frustration as her body demanded release on the most primal, basic level. It needed him. It wanted him and would do anything for him even as Alyssa herself tried to remain defiant.

  He pressed his finger deeper within her crevice. “I’m going to make you come,” he said and sped up.

  “Nooooo!” she cried out, drawing that one frustrated syllable out for seconds. Cale pressed harder, twitching his fingers back and forth. She was soaked and her body needed this. It demanded nothing less until the pleasure of release flooded through her. It burned her to the core, running along her skin and through every nerve.

  Strapped down, stripped of her pants, he forced her to come right there. He made her climax, gave her no choice, and watched all the while. When he was done, he pulled his fingers free and wiped them off on her blouse.

  Struggling to catch her breath, Alyssa’s eyes rolled back beneath their lids. Somewhere far away, she understood what he had down and how he degraded her. Even then, Cale went back to work, slicing off her blouse, her bra, pulling away the useless shreds of fabric and leaving her a naked animal to be trained.

  The air felt even colder now and sent goose bumps dancing up and down her skin. Cale stroked her some more, running the back of his knuckles along her bare flesh. She only had on her damp panties now as he inspected his prize.

  He touched her breasts, stroking and kneading those delightful globes. Now Alyssa kept her mouth shut and tried not to provoke him. She couldn’t believe she allowed him to do that to her. It seemed so impossible, and yet her body continued to hum with the pleasure of such raw satisfaction.

  No one had ever touched her like that. No one ever made her come so hard.

  What else did Cale have planned for her?

  Alyssa didn’t know, yet she had no doubt she wasn’t going to like it.

  “Would you like to get up?”

  “Yes.”

  “Call me Master.”

  “No.”

  “Are you sure?”

  Alyssa froze, knowing he would punish her. The first time, he used pleasure against her. He understood her body in a way she didn’t imagine possible, so what could he do if he wanted to hurt her? Besides, it wasn’t like calling him what he wanted really cost her anything. Swallowing hard and fighting the lingering traces of her pride, Alyssa did as he wanted.

  “Please, Master. Would you let me up?”

  “Good girl. I knew you’d be easy to break.”

  “Yes Master,” she said, half-mumbling those words since she had to work to get them out.

  “This is going to be fun,” he said and tore away the Velcro restraints. He removed the ankle straps first, then the ones on her wrists. Once free, Alyssa tried to sit up. She imagined herself sprinting from the room, screaming for someone to help her. If she could just find a cop or someone who could call 911, then this would end here.

  Her plan broke apart the second she got up because a wave of dizziness ran through her head and almost forced her back down. Her sight wobbled for a second until she blinked the distortions away.

  Alyssa might have fallen off the table except Cale slipped beside her and put his arms around her. He turned her about and helped her brace her feet along the table’s supports. She wanted to shove him away and run off, only doing so would have meant tripping on her feet.

  When he let go of her, Alyssa gripped the edge of the table. Her balance began to return, but she needed a few seconds. In that time, Cale opened one of the drawers beneath the table, pulled something out, and held it up for her review.

  At first sight, she thought he had to be joking. It had to be some gag, only then she remembered the hot dampness between her legs and what degradations he had already subjected her to.

  Cale let the collar dangle in front of her. It was black, leather, and had a myriad of rings, each one spaced evenly apart. Worst of all, some of those rings had bells. He shook it once and it jangled like a tambourine.

  “Are you going to be a good puppy for me?”

  He was not going to put that on her. Alyssa made the silent vow to herself, determined she could run, and pushed herself off the table. She stumbled four, maybe five steps before the dizziness zoomed back up and bit down on her. She tumbled down to her knees, caught herself on her palms, and tried to scamper for the door. The carpet was rough beneath her hands and knees, and she must have looked absurd as she crawled for safety, but Alyssa didn’t care. She just had to get away!

  She made it half way across the room before Cale walked ahead of her, put his arms to her shoulders, and flipped his prey onto her back. Alyssa tried to force herself back up, but he straddled her. With his legs around her waist and weight pinning her, she had zero chance of getting away, not with the lingering drugs in her system.

  “Lift your head or I’ll grab your hair and get you into position myself.”

  For two seconds, Alyssa glared at him, wishing she could burn him to a cinder by rage alone. He was going to collar her! She’d be nearly naked with that strip of leather around her neck like a damned pet.

  If she fought him, Alyssa figured he would keep his word. She could make this painful or easier. As much as she hated herself for it, she didn’t want to find out how mean he could be, so she lifted her neck.

  “See, you like being a good.” He looped the collar around her neck, slipped the end into its latch, and pulled it tight. It wasn’t so tight that she couldn’t breathe, yet there was no way she would forget that she had been collared like an animal. She tried shaking her head from side to side as one final act of rebellion, which only made the bells clang. They were soft and sweet, the high-pitched tones for a girly pet.

  “Yes, Master,” she said even though admitting something like that made her want to throw up a little.

  “I didn’t even have to ask you to say it that time.”

  Now Cale watched her expectantly, so she uttered those hated words one more time, “Yes, Master.” He grinned down at her and started to rub her the way an owner would pet his favorite doggie. He ran his hands up and down her sides in quick bursts of motion. Each round left tingles in her skin and he started to tickle her a little, enough to force the curves of her mouth up into a stupid grin.

  “You like this, don’t you?”

  “Yes, Master.”

  He slowed down, her skin continued to tingle, and when he turned his touch into a light graze against her flesh, she started to feel ticklish. Her lips twitched up and she couldn’t help but giggle a little. The instant he stopped, she froze her features and refused to look him in the eye.

  “I’ve got a ticklish puppy girl, don’t I?”

  “No,” she said, only remembering to add “Master” a second later.

  “I think I do.”

  He took her palms and pinned them beneath his knees. She didn’t fight, knowing her chances of escape were basically nonexistent.

  Cale grinned down at her as though savoring the anticipation of a new way to torment his latest acquisition. He wiggled his fingers in front of her face, slipped them down against her flanks, and ran them along her skin. Her flesh tingled and she started to jostle beneath him, twitching as she tried to fight the jolts of nerves.

  The onslaught continued, and for a minute, perhaps two, Alyssa managed to remain calm and quiet. Then she squeaked out a little giggle. The dam cracked and Alyssa started to chortle, chuckle, then laugh. She tried to stop herself, but the gasps kept coming as his hands probed her most vulnerable and sensitive spots.

  Humiliation soaked through her as she tried to get him to stop. She shouted out half-articulate promises about what she’d do to him if she ever got free, but he kept playing with her, teasing her about how she must have liked being tickled, otherwise she would have stopped laughing.

  “Do you want me to stop?” he asked.

  “No! No! More!”

  “More? You want more? Okay,” he said like a bastard and sped up her tickling. Of course, Alyssa tried to correct him only to be me
t with more tickling. He pocked, prodded, stroked, and teased, culling the uncontrollable laughter from every part of her body.

  Alyssa kicked out, slamming her heels uselessly against the carpet. She tried to beg, but more laughter swallowed her words.

  It went on and on until she couldn’t breathe. She was wheezing now, struggling for breath, but he wouldn’t stop. No matter how desperate or pathetic she looked, he kept going.

  Then it stopped. She continued laughing, helpless as her body reverberated with sensation. It took several minutes before her body calmed down. She closed her eyes and felt her breasts heave up and down as she gulped down air and tried to reclaim some semblance of order inside her head and throughout her body. First orgasmed, then tickled, she couldn’t believe it.

  Alyssa needed a few minutes before she managed to lift her head. Any movement made her collar feel tighter against her stressed muscles. Worse, she heard the bells clang and jingle whenever she moved. Lifting her head let her see Cale as he opened another drawer and pulled out what looked like four sets of boots, each one leather with a zipper going up the side.

  When he came back, he brought them over and dropped the leather constraints in front of her. Alyssa glanced at the door again. She thought of how there had to be help somewhere on the other side. Where did he have her? A house? An apartment? There had to be people nearby, someone, anyone who could help her.

  “Lift your knee,” he said with a little tap to her leg.

  Groaning, Alyssa obeyed, thinking any clothes had to be better than none. Once she elevated her knee, he pushed it up and her leg back, straining her heel almost all the way to her butt. She started to complain but remembered her place and how he had just tickle tortured her.

  Tickle torture. That phrase should have sounded absurd, yet he robbed her of more dignity. He made it sound like she was having a good time as his pet, and she didn’t want to risk another session, so she held her tongue as he tightened the new piece of leather. He zipped it from the bottom back up to her heel. At once, the bottom half of her leg became trapped in an upright position so she wouldn’t be able to walk or even kneel.