Kidnapped (sequel to 'slave auction')

Sharon had been monitoring helen's email and all of the possible ways the outside world would try to contact her, once they realized she was missing.  First it was the idiot husband, who was no problem at all.  In fact, he just went ahead and divorced her 'nolo contendere'. I thought that was rather rude but its her husband, or at least, it was. Sharon was humming to herself as she started pouring over the emails and attempts from her brother, Rob.  

Now he was beginning to be troublesome. Sharon traced his IP, hiring the same discrete detective to learn everything she could about Rob, which was quite substantial.  She knew his patterns, where he worked and lived, when he went to and from the health club, any girls he was seeing etc.  

Hmmm, thought Sharon. I think we need to teach Rob a lesson, maybe even let him see his sister. That would be a special treat and having him here might provide some needed entertainment.  The pictures that she got from the detective shows a tall, slender but in shape brother, some of them in a quite an intimate nature with two particular women. The thing that caught Sharon's attention were two things. (1) the women always seemed to be on the dominant top position with Rob and (2) Rob seemed to favor pleasing them orally. 

(12/19/12)
Sharon studied the 30 or so pictures with Rob and the women he was intimate with. Not one had Rob on top, which painted a very distinct picture of him. He lets women control him, was the answer. That worked out, because Sharon as all woman and loves control. 

The next phase was to slowly drive her Escalade suv with privacy glass which gave her all the time she wanted. Sharon dressed in black leather skirt, black stockings, black coat and ultra soft black gloves, so she was nearly invisible to anyone trying to look in the window.

She observed Rob walking down the busy street in Chicago unaware that someone was watching his every movement. Stalking you say?  Well, maybe.  Never did Rob have a companion with him as he made the 6 block walk from his work to the "L". Would anyone notice if one night soon he never made it to his destination?  I am sure he misses his sister Helen, and it would be a shame to not have them together.


(12/30/12)
Have you ever wondering if someone was watching your every move, even writing down the schedule you didn't even know you had. Maybe She might be writing down the place and time when you are most vulnerable and just thinking to Herself how easy this was going to be.  You are unaware of what is going on in that world just outside your own private thoughts that will soon invade and capture your attention.  I mean who would notice a black Escalade SUV moving down the street, almost every night as you left your office.  Or maybe it would just be parked nearby and a woman dressed in black leather be watching your every stride, bringing Her plan to a firm project.  That project would be to capture you and take you out of society for good. Sounds sinister, doesn't it?


(1/25/13)
Have you thought about the kidnappings going on in the country?  Of course, how could the number of them be counted accurately if they just disappear like they never existed in the first place. I suggest to you, this happens more than you might know. Look at this poor man, being stalked by a black SUV, where a woman dressed in black leather is waiting for the right moment. Another question is:  Do you think its a woman dominated plan to rid the world of men that make mistakes with women? What better way to fix some of the wrong in the world than capturing and erasing men that were in some way a problem to women world wide. They are taken and sent to a behavior modification farm. Stripped of everything they took comfort in to learn from a position of having absolutely nothing, but the ability to please their captors (women). 

I can see population centers around the country housing men that need to learn better ways. Locked 24 hours.... leg shackles dragged along, every uniform the same.... no hierarchy here, except for the women that control their actions and duties. Each man fitted with a electronic collar for neck and scrotum that can be 'stimulated' whenever it needed to be.Effectively bringing their behavior in line with expectations.   Living in fear, day in ... day out. I think this is a distinct possibility.  Don't doubt that these pens for men aren't being built now.....   

(2/11/13)
A very successful executive was walking to the pub as was his habit every Friday evening. His work was done for the week and his attitude has lately been much more demeaning toward women who work in his organization.  Of course his attitude has been noted and reported on. He crossed over the line, making unwanted advances on one of his co-workers on 3 separate occasions this past month. Formerly this would have been reported to HR, but since the first episode went by without any response, he got more aggressive (as men are prone to be) and the last issue, the final straw....  was when he pushed her up against the wall in a back room and openly fondled her.  It lasted only a few minutes, but immediately thereafter she found time to call the hotline and set plans in motion.  One less predatory male......

This Friday he didn't even notice the SUV that had been trailing him. That is, not until the side door slid open just in front of him and he was shoved into the back seat. Before he knew it, he was injected in his thigh muscle and the lights dimmed quickly in his mind and went out as if he fell into a black pit. 

The SUV then pulled away from the dark street corner and rounded the corner. Soft feminine fingers fished out his wallet, extracting $243 and 7 credit cards. Handing the credit cards over to the man in the front seat, saying "put these with the rest"  Her European accent is now nearly gone after 6 years in the states, but still she is an exotic beauty who knows what she wants and her organization is wide spread.  Off the SUV went into the night and his life... well, let's just say, it has taken a turn when he least expected it to.  His wrists where bound behind his back where he could do no more groping. Leg spreader was put on his ankles to keep him from moving too quickly or in the wrong direction.  Laughter filled the SUV as another conquest has been secured.  Her leather gloved hand moved between his thighs, rubbing him in a way that would be called sexual harassment in any other setting.  She was pleased that his cock responded in his drugged state and his hips moved to her hand.  

(3/14/13)
A long ride and several induced orgasms, with the man being fed his own cum resulted in getting to the dirt road and its bumps for the last few miles to "the farm" run entirely by women all of whom have been somehow degraded by men of power.  Well the men thought they had power until they got here. Women hold the extreme power over them, as it has been since their birth. Men here can make adequate pets and servants, but only after extensive training and modification. Its a new world out here, and men need to find their rightful place in it.  

The man was led out and stripped of whatever clothing they had left. Now as he looked around, he saw many naked men in shackles. It was apparent this was to strip men of their dressings. Stripping them down to the bareness of submission to women. Even the most discerning person could not tell the mail clerk from the CEO, now. His arms were secured behind his back and his legs were in shackles preventing him from doing anything else but shuffle along like all the others. The only people that have freedom here are the women. Those are the ones with the whips carried either on their leather belt or in their hands. The men don't dare look at the women in the eyes for fear of the taste of the whip on their backside. The new man felt the sharp sting of the double tail whip on his ass as his breath was pulled sharply in, midst the female laughter all around.   

(3/21/13)
The man was lead over to the middle of the courtyard near the apparatus designed to conduct public humiliation. The women handlers didn't care one way or another, but the men ended up quite humiliated much of the time. The new man was spread eagled and ankles clipped to the rings designed for that.  His hands were tied together and hoisted high above his head, almost too much for him to be able to stand on his feet.  He showed fright on his face as a crop was lifting his flaccid member with the end of the crop. Everyone was watching this familiar ritual now, as he was displayed for everyone to see. 

One of the women was cupping his member in her hand, judging it as if he were cattle at an auction. Deftly before he knew what was going on, she put a steel cage around it and locked it up. She clipped the single key on a large key ring with at least 25 others. There was a number on the key, which is what he will be known as after this.  His mind kept going back to his former life and the number of women he had abused either sexually or mentally. He realized that any erection he gets will give him pain, much to the delight of his captors.

"I now present to you 14256" was all anyone heard and everyone laughed and had a smile on their face as they paraded around him. The women slid their bodies against him, causing him to get aroused and hurt himself on the cage. This went on for an hour, then he was left standing there so everyone could see what the former executive was reduced to. Of course, the president of a competing firm had suffered the same fate two weeks earlier. 

(12/29/13)
After he was finally let down and lead to his new home, a 9x9 foot jail cell with a thin mattress on the floor and a can for him to use for excrement.  That night a small meal, laced with estrogen hormones was slid under the door and he was so hungry he devoured it without once thinking about what he ate.  Finally after such a taxing day, he curled up on the mattress, sliding the thin covering over him and slept as much as possible (which was not much).

The former executive must have slept some, as in place of the a nice breakfast waiting for him, there sat some frilly panties and a lacy top.  These barely concealed anything, but it was all he had to cover him. He snugged up the panties, concealing his new device that controlled his erection and slid the top over his head. If he had a mirror he would have checked himself out to see what he looked like. His breakfast was slid under the door as soon as he put on the clothes. Little did he realize, this was the start of conditioning.  He dresses pretty = he gets fed.  
He got a small cup of coffee and half a English Muffin with a very small portion of butter. He knelt down, keeping both knees tight together and daintily ate the breakfast.  He was being observed as he would be from the first day forward. 

(12/30/13)
He was chilly, so he put on the only clothes there were.  Panties, and a lacy top.  Surprisingly, it didn't feel that bad to him.  But his feet were cold on the concrete floor, so as if they read his mind a pair of 5" heels with locks on them so they wouldn't slip off were slid into his cage.  He put them on and waited, and waited.  Finally sensing he would be there a long long time, he locked the pretty little locks and the door opened as if by magic.

Appeared a beefy looking woman guard, who took him by the wrist leading him out of the cage. He struggled to walk on the heels, but somehow got the hang of it as he was lead into a medical room.  There he was spread eagle face down on a leather table. He liked the smell of leather. He was inhaling the scent of leather and something else he couldn't quite place. His wrists and ankles were bound down tightly with no chance for escape. He was then pushed and prodded and given a thorough inspection. This included a forceful anal exam that was the most uncomfortable part for him.  He was given a full syringe of antibiotics as was explained to him. He might have carried in some male viruses and these needed to be eliminated.  Little did he know, what he got was 90% estrogen and some antibiotics just in case. 

While he was struggling against the bonds, his entire back side was lathered up and shaved bare and his head.  He was forcefully turned around and tied down on his back, and the rest of his body hair was removed. Thankfully his new clothes were returned to him, panties and top.  There was an erotic feeling as the pretty clothes were slid onto his bare body. 

A collar was fastened around his neck and locked into place. It had his number in the center of the front of the collar, followed by the name 'paula'  He was then led into the courtyard, where he was passed around like a piece of meat. He was subjected to lewd and vulgar comments by the guards and inmates alike. He liked the attention, and got a little stiff by the touching and rubbing. Not as stiff as he normally would get, which he thought was due to the rough treatment he got.

Somehow, in his mind, he was thinking he was the most attractive one there. With that thought in his head, he actually did a little strutting around the yard. He loved the attention he got and smiled nicely at the others.