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tolovetolaugh -> Carolines Rebirth- M/f kidnap style (10/15/2011 8:48:05 PM)
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Let me start off by saying I did not write this. A Dom friend of mine I chat with on yahoo took exception to my bad grammar one day, and decided to teach me using a story he made on the fly. I asked him if I could edit out the grammar bits and share the full story and he being magnanimous and all knowing of the attention it may bring him in the form of subby types prostrating themselves before his door in star wars slave outfits, agreed.
The authors name is Fitdomtx on this site.
Keep in mind, it was written on the fly, with no editing but mine to get all the blanks where "to" and "too" and "your" and "You're" needed to go.
Imagine if you will getting this story line by line, having to wait for each new bit...
She went to the store.
But she never returned to the house...
When she woke up she found herself in a dark, damp room too afraid to scream, she crawled to a sliver of light emanating from under a door. She strained to look into the adjacent room but it was too difficult to see anything except an old wood floor.
Shivering and scared to death, she mustered her courage and weakly uttered in a shaking voice, "Help Me" with her mouth up against the crack of the door.
Suddenly, she heard footsteps moving slowly towards the door. She strained to see the muddy cowboy boots as they stepped up to the door, and then heard a deep voice saying, "Make yourself comfortable, you're not going anywhere anytime soon."
"Why am I here? What are you going to do with me?", she cried out. He calmly replied, "My plans for you are none of your business."
"I assure you. You're going to find out soon enough."
"Let me go!" She screamed as she pounded her fists against the door. Calmly he replied, "Save your energy. You're going to need it."
"Now unless you want to freeze too death, Move your ass to the opposite side of the room and put the clothes on that I picked out for you."
"You're sick! I'm not putting ANYTHING on for your sorry ass! Open this door NOW!" she screamed defiantly.
Suddenly, the door burst open throwing her back onto the floor. With no time to react, she found her hair locked in the strong grasp of his hand as he dragged her effortlessly to the far corner of the room."
With the door open she could see the room was in an old, timber cabin. She noticed boards in two locations where windows probably used to be.
She strained to look up at the tall stranger, but his grip on her hair was too strong.
All she could see was his muddy boots and the jeans he was wearing. Like a man disciplining a dog, he pushed her head to the floor and said, "You're going to put this on NOW!"
Her head snapped back as he pulled her head back by her hair. His other large hand enveloping her throat. Feeling his warm breath on her ear as he calmly whispered, "You're going to do what I say, understand?" as he tightened the grip on her throat.
"Understand?" he said more sternly tightening his grip even more. She struggled to breath as she muttered "yes."
"Yes what?!" he said. Confused, she responded, "Yes...sir?" "Good girl. Now get your clothes on."
The clothes were difficult to see in the dark corner of the room, further concealed by his long shadow.
His hands still gripping her hair tightly as she groped the floor trying to find everything he had there for her. "Don't forget your shoes," he said as he kicked them closer to her.
As she reached across his body for the shoes she balled her hand into a fist. Mustering all the strength and courage she had she swung her fist towards his crotch in hopes of breaking his grasp and running to the door.
As if anticipating her plan, he grabbed her wrist in mid swing, stopping her arm in an instant. "You're a feisty one, aren't you? I knew you would be," he said with a slight laugh.
"It will be fun to break your spirit. I will savor it more than the others."
Her heart and mind started racing. What "others"? Who is he and what does he want with her? Too afraid to think straight she just blurted out, "What do you want from me?!"
Then she noticed the dress neatly folded on the floor. It wasn't any dress. It was one that she recognized. It was THAT dress! Had he been stalking her? How did he get it? As her mind raced she heard him softly say, "You're going to get dressed now like a good girl. "
The tall man let go of her hair, dropped a towel on the floor next to her, and a small flashlight.
"Make yourself presentable. There's a shower in the other corner of the room. Dinner in 36 minutes."
As he turned to walk out of the room she lunged at him
He quickly turned, grabbed her by the throat, and threw her up against the wall.
Her head slamming against the wall. Gasping for air as he squeezed her throat. Standing on the tips of her toes as he seemed to hold her up seemingly effortlessly by her neck.
Her hands grasping his wrist... trying to pry herself free.
...but his grip was too strong.
She felt like she was going to pass out... struggling to get air.
He calmly said, "Do you think this is a game?"
She shook her head.
"Do you know I could snap your neck like a twig right now?"
Unable to speak... she nodded.
"Are you going to be good?" releasing his grip as he asked.
Taking several deep gasps then responding, "Yes."
"THAT is not a satisfactory answer. Are you going to be good?"
She was confused but then remembered what he had said earlier. She replied again, "Yes...sir."
"Good. Dinner in 34 minutes. Be presentable."
He again turned and walked out of the room. The door closed behind him leaving her in darkness again.
She dropped to her knees and start sobbing.
She couldn't remember how she got there.
And didn't understand what he wanted from her. Was he going to rape her? Kill her? Was she some kind of trophy for him?
She regained her composure and fumbled around on the floor until she found the flashlight. She started to shine it around the room to get a better look at her prison. She went to the door and saw scratch marks on it- were these from an animal, perhaps a dog, or another victim who tried to claw their way out? She then turned to the boarded up windows, shining the light around the edge of the boards looking for a place to grip the boards. Perhaps she could pull the boards off and escape.
She clawed and pulled on the boards, but it was no use... they were not budging.
She shined the light in the far corner and saw the shower, a spicket coming out of the wall with a drain built into the floor
She then turned her attention back to the dress.
How did he know about the dress?
She had moved to Dallas just 6 months ago to start her new job as a veterinarian technician. She rented a room from another woman about her age in the downtown area. It was perfect. Rent was only $100 a month and she could walk to work. Every day she would pass her favorite clothing boutique.
Owned by a retired Dallas woman, a seamstress, who made custom dresses for some of the most famous women in town. There, in the window of the boutique, was the dress. A black dress that she had fallen in love with. She had tried it on twice before and it fit her as if it was made just for her. She had been saving her money for months and was going to buy the dress.
It was going to be a gift to herself for starting her new career.
However, it disappeared from the window of the boutique about two weeks ago.When she went in to inquire about it the seamstress just told her it was sold. And now, here it was, neatly folded on the floor of her cell. Why did he buy the dress? and how did he know about it?
Just then she heard him call out, "15 minutes."
Remembering what he said, to look presentable, she rushed over to the shower
next to the shower was a small mirror
using her flashlight she could see she was a mess
her hair was a mess and she had dirt on her face
she turned on the shower and was welcomed with hot water
she had been shivering from both the cold and fear
and the warm shower felt great
She lingered in the shower enjoying its warmth when she heard him call out, "5 minutes!"
"Shower time is over!"
She quickly turned off the water and toweled herself off
She dried her hair and rushed over to slip on the dress
as she put on the dress she found a collar under the dress
she examined it with her flashlight
it was a leather collar with a soft fabric lining
studs around the edges and a chain attached to the front
the chain was about 3 feet in length
she then turned her attention to the shoes
a pair of black stilettos
she quickly threw on the strappy black stilettos
hearing a knock on the door... "Are you ready for me to come in?", he asked.
She quickly stood up and faced the door
The door opened, and she saw the silhouette of the tall man at the door.
As he stood there she was afraid
She wanted to strangle him with that chain
and thought about how she would do it
and yet, oddly, she wanted him to be pleased by her appearance as well
She found herself standing there striking a pose... back straight slightly arched forward
waiting to hear his approval
In a clearly angry voice he said, "Why is your collar not on? and why are you standing?"
"You are to kneel when I enter a room and kneel when I leave a room."
"I will not remind you again."
With that, the door slammed shut.
"You have 10 minutes. Last chance if you want to eat."
She just then realized how hungry she was
she had no idea how long she had been there...was it hours? a day or more?
Why couldn't she remember how she got there?
She picked up the collar from the floor
and devised a plan to strangle the tall man when he entered the room
she would hide by the door
and when he opened it and stepped in
she would jump on him from behind
and strangle him
she walked over to the edge of the door and waited
Her heart started racing as she heard the boots walk up to the door
and heard the knock
"Are you ready for me this time?" He asked.
She responded, "Yes, sir!"
"Then why are you standing next to the door with the chain in your hand?"
She was shocked and scared.
She raced into the center of the room and fell to her knees as she slid the collar around her neck
The collar fit perfectly around her neck as if it was made just for her
The door opened and the tall man's silhouette appeared in the doorway again
she knelt there waiting for his approval...wanting his approval
she was confused...why did she want this man's approval? she wanted him dead!
The tall man walked up to her and played with her collar
she heard a click... a lock had been placed on the collar
"Stand" he said sternly.
"Present your chain to me!"
She just stood there confused. What was she supposed to do?
"Present your chain to me!" he said louder.
She took the end of the chain and held it out in front of her.
"Good."
He then lead her out of the room by the chain. As he entered the other room he turned off the light switch so that room was now black except for two small lights in the center of the room.
She thought to herself, what the hell does this man have against lights?!
She strained to look at the room ...to see anything she could.
All she could see was a table in the middle of the room.
The table was draped in a white table cloth and illuminated by a single candle in the center of the table.
At the table was one chair and one plate.
On the plate was a steak and what appeared to be a pile of vegetables.
Next to the plate was a bottle of wine and a glass.
The tall man pulled her closer to the table.
This man is threatening to kill me and yet he's feeding me a steak with wine?!
She was so hungry she felt like she could eat anything.
And the smell of the steak made her mouth water.
She couldn't wait to sit down and finally eat something.
The man moves closer to the chair and then pulls on her chain
Pulling her neck to the floor
There on the floor was the other point of light in the room
A can of sterno illuminating a small mat
in front of the mat next to the sterno was what appeared to be two dog bowls
the man then attached the other end of the chain to the floor with a lock
allowing her enough room to kneel with her head bent slightly forward
next to the bowls were a pair of gloves
one bowl appeared to have water in it
the other bowl had what appeared to be strips of some kind of meat
she touched the meat with her hands...it was cold and raw
The man then took his place at the table
and said, "Eat!"
He then proceeded to pour himself a glass of wine
and started to eat
on the other side of the table she heard something
she strained to see what it was
when he said "eat" someone or something else started eating
was there another woman on the other side?
She didn't dare say anything
but she strained her neck to see around the edge of the table cloth
there, on the other side of the man, was a figure
was it another woman?!
she listened and heard the other figure lapping up the water and eating food
She knew it couldn't be a person
it had to be a dog
A dog that apparently was very disciplined and followed the tall man's commands
She then looked at the tall man and said, "I can't eat raw meat!"
He showed no reaction to her comment
He continued to eat and savor his wine
"I said, I can't eat raw meat!" she said louder.
Again, she was ignored.
Then she remembered what he said earlier.
"I can't eat raw meat...SIR!"
The man then acknowledged her and said, "You're resourceful. Figure it out. I'm here to provide you sustenance not cook for you."
She picked up the bowl and held it over the sterno
as the meat started to cook the bowl got unbearably hot
she then remembered the gloves
she put them on and continue to cook her strips of meat
She picked up the strips of cooked meat from the bowl and devoured them like a starved animal
The man asked, "Enjoying your dinner thing?"
With disdain she responded, "My name is Caroline..SIR!"
The main quickly barked back, "You don't think I know your given name?!"
"I know your given name. The name your parents gave you."
"That name no longer has meaning."
"You are going through your re-birth."
"and you have not earned a name yet thing."
"I am not a 'thing' I am a person you bastard!" She screamed out.
She waited for his reaction...scared what he might do about her outburst.
She watched as he slowly finished chewing his steak, taking a sip of wine, and pushing his chair away from the table.
She started to tremble as he removed the napkin from his lap, placed it on the table, and started to get up from his chair.
He grabbed her hair and yanked her head back. Her neck pulled down by the chain, her head pulled back by her hair.
He placed a finger on her lips and said softly, "Shhhh, no more outbursts from you. Do you understand?"
Feeling his finger pressed on her lips. She felt herself slightly rubbing her lips up and down against his finger...then stopping herself.
Gaining her composure she responded, "Yes, sir."
Moving his lips close to her ear...
feeling his breath on his ear as he whispered...
"You have been chosen. You are going through a rebirth, and I will not GIVE you a name."
"You will EARN a name when I decide you have earned it.
Until then...you are thing. Got it?"
She said dejected, "Yes sir."
"Louder" he barked.
"Yes sir!" she responded.
He continued, you will go through a metamorphosis. You are just larva now...a thing. You will graduate up to pet.
You will then have the same priveleges as Lilac over there, motioning towards the dog.
And when you are ready, and have transformed beyond being a pet, I will then assign you a name.
Yanking her head back harder. His fingers entwined in her hair. "Do you understand?"
Starting to cry she muttered out, "Yes sir."
With that he unlocked the chain from the floor and lead her back into her room.
He lead her into the middle of the room and turned to leave.
He then approached the door and waited.
She stood there seeing the dark figure in the doorway. He just stood there...waiting.
In an irritated voice he announced, "I'm leaving the room"
She quickly remembered and dropped to her knees.
Shocking herself she blurted out, "sorry sir."
He left the room and closed the door behind him.
The light under the door reappeared as she heard the door lock
A few minutes later the door opened and the tall man's silhouette appeared in the doorway again
he threw her a box, a blanket and pillow.
He then said, "Get some rest. You have a busy day tomorrow. You need your rest."
As the door closed and locked she started to feel around on the floor
trying to remember where she left the flashlight
making her way to the center of the room where she knelt before dinner
finding the flashlight and turning it on
shining it on the box to find that it's an air mattress
She removed her shoes and sat on the floor inflating the mattress
taking breaks to cry...as she contemplated what has happened to her
would this man ever let her go? would anybody be looking for her?
Her family was in Delaware, and she didn't talk to them regularly
She had no friends in her new home of Dallas except for her roommate Selene
Surely she would call the police
Surely work would wonder why she wasn't showing up
somebody would call the police!
But how would they find her?!
She had no idea where she was. How would anyone else know?
She finished blowing up the mattress...covered herself in the blanket... and cried herself to sleep.
-----He does want a disclaimer. You do not have permission to copy his story unless you are an attractive woman willing to suck his cockiness. Men, your out of luck.
He also has no interest in your critique of his story.
Hope you enjoyed it, and I will share when he gives me more as well!
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