Natty Stories/Page5

Kidnapped!
My head hurt. All I could remember was standing in the corner...at the mall. How did I get here?

And where is here?

That woke me up. Looking around, I am chilled to the bone.

I'm in a torture chamber. There's no other way to say it. The whips and canes make it pretty obvious. Even if I wasn't tied down onto a large table.

God, what happened? Oooh, yeah. Someone grabbed me. I think I've been kidnapped. At least, I don't think there's any room like this in Mommy and Daddy's house.

Mommy and Daddy! I hope they're looking for me. Geeze, I actually miss them. At least I know they care about me enough to correct my behavior.

The door's opening. And with it comes light. I didn't realize how dark it was in here. I wish I could cover my eyes, but I can't so I just close them. Maybe this is just a dream.

No such luck. I feel my shoulder being shaken. My naked shoulder. My clothes are gone. "Come on, little slave, I know you're awake."

Better cooperate. Little slave? I open my eyes. My jailer is a big man. And I mean big. He's holding a bowl of soup. I hadn't realized it, but I'm starved.

He puts down the soup and unties me, setting me on the floor. I glance at the door and discover he locked it. "Now, little slave, get on your knees and ask me for your food."

WHAT! Oh, no, what have I gotten into? For a moment, I consider telling him to go fuck himself, but I reconsider. I've got to let him think I'm completely obedient. Then maybe he'll leave the door open...at some point....long enough for me to escape.

But in the meantime, that's gonna mean a lot of kissing ass...

Gritting my teeth, I kneel in submission. "Please, may I have my food, sir?"

"That's Master to you, slave!"

Get a grip, retard. Control, Natalie, control. Breathe. You can do it. "Please, master, may I have my food?"

"Much better." He puts the bowl on the floor. "Now lick it up, slave."

I don't believe this. What kind of pervert is this? But I am so hungry. So I comply...even though the soup is disgusting.

"Now, slave." I get up. "Oh, no, slave, you kneel to me!" I quickly pray for strength as I get back on my knees.

"I used to be one of Klaus Merkad's parents." Oh, my God. "Oh, yes, I see you've heard of him. Yes, that bad little girl raped and murdered 23 children. And he was one of the all-too-few who had a spanking and molestation sentence. He had Y-repression, of course. And how I've missed having a little girl to beat and fuck since little Klaus moved on!"

I am in DEEP, DEEP TROUBLE.

"Now let's start having fun!" And my new torturer picks up a switch.

"NO! Please, master, please no!"

But this does me no good. I am grabbed by the wrists and lines of fire starts crossing my body. "OWOOWOUCH!" The Helper paddle has nothing on this.

"I think for this first day, I'm going to spank every inch of your body, little girl. And how I'm going to enjoy it!"

When he said every inch, he wasn't kidding. In between my fingers and toes. All over my face, including my eyelids and inside my nose. He made me stick out my tongue by threats of much more pain. He thought it was hilarious that he was giving me a tongue-lashing. And all over my legs and arms and back and stomach. And then...he cut my beautiful hair off so he could switch all over my head.

"NOT MY HAIR! Please!"

But it was no good.

By the time he was finished I was just about unconscious. I almost didn't feel his penetration of my little hymen.

But I knew. I knew what he had done.