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 Out Of My Control - 1/?  (MF, nc, rape, slavery)





   This was my first trans-pacific flight that I had ever been on.  In fact
it was the largest airplane that I had ever been on.  I was on my way to
see my husband in who was working in Singapore.  He had been there for 6
long weeks and had just gotten a big promotion for setting up the factory
in a very timely fashion.  The only thing was that along with the promotion
came an extended 6-month stay overseeing the daily operation and working
out the bugs.  I was not very excited about that part but the money in the
long run was going to more than make up for it.  Part of the negotiations
was that the company flies me to see him at least 3 separate times for a
week at the time.  I was on the first the of the three 13 hour flights to
see him.



   I had wanted to impress him so I had purchased a cute little cotton
summer dress that hung just above my knees and had gone as far as wearing
nylons with a garter belt to hold them up, lacy panties and a lacy bra. 
Since my dress was white with a flower pattern and my nylons were white, I
chose white 2 1/2" pumps.  I'm a very conservative woman in my early 30's,
and I considered myself to look sexy for him since he had not seen me for
quite a while.



   Well, about 7 hours into the flight the sky turned dark and most people
closed their eyes and went to sleep.  I was sitting in the back row and was
lucky enough to not have to sit next to anyone.  I don't like heights so I
sat on the isle side and read a book to kill time.



   About the time that most people were sleeping, a group of 8 men started
creating a disturbance.  The stewardess approached them to try and quiet
them down and they started giving her a hard time.  The one man who
appeared to be the leader of them grabbed the stewardess' arm and pulled
her down to him and whispered something in her ear as his other hand
reached around behind her and up under her skirt.  I saw her jump and
figured that he must have touched her private parts.



   She pulled free from him ran to the front of the plane soon to return to
just a few rows in front of them with the other stewardess.  They talked a
little and then looked around.  When they looked my direction they stopped
looking around and started talking again, pointing towards me.  Then they
went back towards the front and finally came all the way to the back in the
other isle as to avoid the rowdy men.



   The one stewardess came up to me and tapped me on the shoulder.



   "Miss, can you please come with me?  We need your help."



   I stood up and followed them past the bathrooms to the storage area and
she closed the door behind the three of us.



   "Miss, we need your help.  Did you see that group of men that are making
all the noise?"



   "Yes, they are kind of hard to not notice," I said.



   "Well, they are interfering with a international flight.  They are
keeping us from doing our job.  They are endangering the lives of every
person on this plane.  Wouldn't you agree?"



   "Yeah, I guess so," I replied not quite sure how this involved me.



   "Well, part of the new terrorism laws gives us the power to do anything
with can to protect our passengers.  Have you heard anything about that?"



   "Yes, I remember some news about it.  What's that have to do with me?"



   "Well, I'm not really sure how to say this so I'm just going to be
honest with you.  We need your services."



   I looked at both of them.



   "Services?  I questioned.



   "Yes.  We want you to remain back here and we will send them back one by
one so that you can service them," she said.



   "Service them?  What do you m...." I broke it off mid sentences and
looked at them again.  "You mean you want me to have sex with them?"



   "I'm afraid so, Miss.  It's the only thing that will settle them down.
The man told me that he was going to rape me because he needed some sexual
relief."



   I was mad.



   "Then let him!  Don't get me involved."



   "Listen you little bitch!" she was starting to scare me.  "If you don't
do it and he takes me away from my job to rape me, then I'm not able to
help the other people, therefore I'm endangering the lives of everyone on
this plane, including you.  Also, if you refuse to help, then you are
aiding and bedding a felony, which poses an automatic jail time for a
international flight violation.  Do you want to go to jail?" she asked me.



   I looked back and forth and stated "No.  It's just that...." I couldn't
say it.



   "It's just that what?" she demanded of me.



   "It's just that I'm unprotected." I answered.



   "You mean you're not on the pill?" she looked at me with astonishment.



   "No.  My husband is older and had a vasectomy during his first marriage.
I don't need the pill."



   "Well, I'm sorry about that.  I guess you should have been on it anyway.
You never know when you might be raped.  When did you last have your
period?"



   "Two weeks ago." I replied.



   They looked at each other and I saw the one that was quiet close her
eyes in dis-belief.  "Well, there is nothing we can do about it now.  We
have to first worry about getting this airplane under control" she said as
she spoke for the first time.



   "Please," I begged.  "I don't want to have to do this."



   "Let me explain it again.  You don't have to.  But if you don't you go
to jail.  It's your choice.  Now what is your answer?"



   I thought about it for a minute and then decided my fate.



   "Ok.  I'll do it."



   "Good.  Now you stay here and we'll send them back one at a time.  Just
do whatever they want you to do and before you know it, it will be over and
we'll be flying safe again."



   They turned and opened the door and walked out careful to close it again
so that people didn't see me back there.



   The time by myself only gave me time to think about what was about to
happen.  I was about to be raped!  I had only been with three other men in
my life and each time I dated them for at least a month before going to bed
with them.  Now I was about to be raped by eight men that were sitting
ahead of me.  Eight men that I had never seen before in my life.  Eight
total strangers that had a very good chance of getting me pregnant.  I was
about to let them rape me on a airplane with over two hundred people on it.



   The door knob jiggled a little and then it opened and the man that I had
watched reach up under the stewardess' skirt stepped through the door and
closed it behind him, careful to lock it.  I was now alone with my first of
eight rapists.



   "So you're the flight whore, huh?"



   I didn't say a thing.



   "Well, are you?  Are you the flight whore?" he demanded an answer.



   "I....  I....  guess so." and I hung my head and looked at my feet.



   He grabbed my chin and roughly lifted it until our eyes met.



   "I like my whores to look me in the eye.  I like them to know who is in
charge.  Do you, whore, know who is in charge?"



   "Yes, sir.  You are." I answered back.



   "I am what?" he questioned.



   "You are in charge." I re-answered.



   "That's better.  Now you got a cute face.  Let's see if you have a cute
body to match.  Remove your dress."



   Without taking my eyes off of him, I reached behind me and unzipped the
back of my dress.  My heart was beating so hard I could hear it in my ears.
When my zipper had reached the bottom, which was just above my butt, I
grabbed the shoulders and slid it off my arms and held it in place still
covering up my breasts.  I gave him pleading look and he just smiled.  I
knew there was no use in resisting.  I slid the dress down my chest, past
my hips and let it fall to the floor around my ankles.  Then I stepped out
of it and picked it up and placed it on one of the food carts that were
stored in the storage area we were in.



   "Not bad for a whore.  Actually you're a pretty cute whore.  Except of
course, I can't really tell since you have on a bra and panties.  I like
the nylons and the garter belt.  The heels are a nice match but it is my
personal belief that a whore should wear a higher heel than that but it
those will have to do.  I want you to leave the nylons, heels and garter
belt on.  Everything else must go."



   I reached behind me and unclasped the bra and slid it off my arms
exposing my breasts to him.  He immediately started to fondle them.  While
he was playing with my breasts I reached down and slipped my thumbs inside
the elastic waistband of my panties and slid them down my legs and stepped
out of them.  I placed them with my bra on top of my dress that had already
been discarded.



   "Mighty nice, my little whore.  I see by the ring on your finger that
you have a husband.  Does he know that you do this kind of stuff?"



   "No.  I've never done this before." I said almost crying.



   "Never?" he asked.



   "No.  The stewardess said I had to do it or I would go to jail." and I
started to cry a little.



   "Don't cry.  You'll be fine.  Pretty soon your going to be feeling
really good when my cock is shoved up inside of you.  But first I want to
know a little about you.  Where are you from?"



   "Minnesota." I said starting to calm back down thinking that maybe he
did have a little compasion.



   "Why are you on this flight?"



   "I'm on my way to see my husband."



   "Where is he at?"



   "Singapore.  He's setting up a factory."



   "How long has it been since you have seen him?"



   "6 weeks." I said still not breaking my look at while he played with my
breasts.



   One of his hands let go of my breast and worked its way down to my
vagina.



   "Spread your legs for me, whore.  I want to feel how wet that pussy of
your's is."



   I moved my feet wider apart and that was all he needed to have complete
access to my most private part of my body.  I was shocked when his finger
slid right into me.



   "You are very wet.  How long has it been since you have been used
sexually?"



   "6 weeks," I said with a slight moan.  "I don't cheat on my husband."



   "I guess that's why you are standing with nothing more on than a pair of
nylons and a garter belt in front of a total stranger.  Do all Minnesotans
not cheat on their husbands like you do?"



   I didn't answer him.



   His finger inside of me felt so wonderful.  I was not the type of girl
to masturbate so something so simple as putting a finger inside of me was
even a far cry from normal.  I leaned back against the food cart that was
behind me and just let him finger fuck me.



   "Do you like that?" he inquired.



   "Y...  Yes.  I do." I confessed.



   "I bet you would like something else even more, wouldn't you?" and with
that he grabbed my hand and placed it on the bulge of his pants.  Without
saying another word to me, he pushed me to my knees in front of him and
then placed both of his hands on the back of my head and entwined his
fingers in my hair.  Then he roughly pulled my head back to force me to
look at him.  "You know what to do.  I advise you to be extremely careful."
Then he pulled my head back forward to normal.



   I immediately reached up and unbuckled his belt, unsnapped his pants and
then pulled the zipper down.  Then I pulled his pants down until he told me
that it was far enough and then pulled his briefs down to match them.  As I
pulled them down his cock sprung out at me and just bobbed in front of my
mouth.  He pulled my head closer to him with his hands and I had no choice
but to open up and accept his huge member into my mouth.



   At first he allowed me to slowly suck and lick up and down like I
normally do to my husband but soon he proceeded to start thrusting in and
out of me while holding onto my hair.  It hurt as he would pull on my hair
to pull my mouth off of his cock and then he would push on the back of my
head and drive it down my throat.  At first I felt like I was going to gag
but soon the back of my throat was so sore from the cock hitting it that my
gag reflex died down and he was able to easily fuck my throat as if it was
my vagina.  It didn't take long before he started to slow down and I knew
that he was trying not to come just yet.  Finally he thrust it all the way
in and held my head close to him and just stopped, leaving his cock in my
throat as deep as it would go.



   "Don't move but I want to know if you can breathe, whore.  If you can,
then I want you to reach around behind you and clasp your hands together.
You are to stay like that until I tell you otherwise or unless you can no
longer breath.  If you understand, clasp your hands behind your back now."



   I took a couple of breaths through my nose just to make sure and then
put my arms around behind me and clasp my hands together.  Doing so I felt
so much more vulnerable than ever.



   "Good.  Now don't move a muscle.  I don't want to come just yet."



   I was so scared.  I didn't move just as he ordered.  I did hope that he
would come even though it would be in my throat but at least then I
wouldn't be able to get pregnant as easy.



   He just stood there for what seemed like eternity with his cock shoved
down my throat and his hands firmly holding my head in place.  I could feel
his member starting to relax a little and then felt a hot substance
splashing against the back of my throat and go directly down to my stomach.
At first I thought he was coming and that I was feeling his sperm in my
throat but that thought quickly gave way to the horror of realizing that he
was peeing in my throat and that hot liquid I was feeling was his urine.



   My first reaction was to try and break free from his grip but he had his
fingers entangles so much into my hair that there was no getting free from
him.  By the time that I got done trying to fight free from him he was
almost done so I simply resigned my fate and placed my hands behind my back
again and allowed him to finish.  When he was finished he kept his grip on
me with his cock still in my mouth and simply talked to me.



   "You know, I've trained a lot of whores over the last few years.  You
have some real potential.  Most girls fight really hard and don't give up
for quite a few sessions when learning to be a urinal.  You knew your place
right away.  Sure you fought some, they all do.  It's a natural reaction.
But you, you knew right away that there was no use fighting it, didn't you?
You did a real good job."



   I thought about what he said.  I didn't have any choice but I had to
admit that simply the thought that a man had so much control over me that
he could use my mouth for a urinal was for some strange reason a turn-on.



   He pulled his penis out of my mouth and made me play with it until it
was hard again and then he stood me up and bent me over one of the food
carts and roughly entered me from behind.  He didn't ease it into my body
either.  He shoved it in all at once.  I was so scared because he was much
bigger around than my husband and I hadn't had any experience in 6 weeks
but to my shock he slid right in without any problem at all.



   He pumped in and out of me for what seemed like eternity and brought me
to orgasm three times.  During the first orgasm though he shoved my panties
into my mouth to gag any sounds that I was making.  I didn't object to that
because I didn't want to be heard by the other passengers.  It wasn't until
my third orgasm that I felt him explode inside of me and fill me with his
hot sperm.



   He remained inside of me until his cock went limp again and then stood
me up, turned me around, pulled the panties from my mouth, and forced me to
my knees once again in front of his cock.



   "Clean me up, whore." he ordered.



   I didn't want to but I knew I didn't have a choice.  I opened up my
mouth and allowed him to shove his cock back inside and I proceeded to
clean him up.

   When he was satisfied he pulled me to my feet and ordered me to stand
with my feet spread apart and my hands clasped behind my back.  I continued
to look at him like he had originally ordered.  As he pulled up his pants I
had a question that I knew I would always be wondering if I didn't ask.



   "Sir?" I asked.



   "Yes, whore?  What is it?"



   "Can I ask you a question?" I asked.



   "Sure.  Ask away." he replied.



   "When you said you've trained a lot whores, what exactly did you mean by
that?" I asked.



   He finished zipping up his pants and then pulled the belt out from the
loops of it and looped it over my head and pulled it tight until I could
almost not breath any more.  I was instantly worried that I asked the wrong
thing.  He held the belt tight for a few seconds before answering my
question.



   "You see, I have a business.  I take girls, mostly younger than
yourself, and export them to Singapore from the States.  Then I, and my
men, train them in whatever way that my customers wish them to be trained,
for additional fees of course.  You see, if you are a girl that is entered
into my inventory, then you are assured of two things.  One, you will be
sold on an auction.  And two, you will serve the remainder of your life as
a slave.  Just about every woman sold on an auction ends up being a sexual
slave of some sort.  With my business, I not only recruit to sell at the
auction, but I also train the slave to the customer's wishes if they want
to pay extra.  Either way, you would be trained in whatever disgusting
sexual and servant role the customer that purchased you wants.  Once sold
though, you belong to them and they do with you what they want."



   "That's white slavery!" I managed to say through the chocking belt.



   "Yes, some call it that.  I simply call it business.  Would you like me
to add you to my inventory for the next auction?" he asked with a smile on
his face.



   "NO!" I exclaimed.  I knew that I didn't want to be a slave forever.  It
was bad enough on the back of this airplane.



   He released his grip on the belt and removed it from my neck and put it
back on his pants.



   "Why not?  You would make such a good slave," he added almost mocking
me.



   "Why not?" I started in.  "Because I like my freedom.  That's why.  I
like being able to choose whom I have sex with.  I like to choose what I
drink.  I like to make my own choices."



   "It wouldn't be long before you forgot all about that stuff.  I think
you would actually enjoy it.  I can tell from the way you are very
obedient. Most of the girls take a lot to break.  I think you could be
broke and trained in just a few weeks.  Are you sure you wouldn't be
interested?"



   "I'm sure," I stated.  "I would like to ask you a couple other questions
though," I added before I realized what I was saying.



   "Fire away," he replied.



   "Where do you get the girls from?"



   "We have our sources.  We have some agents that date a few and bring
them in.  Some are simply acquired from husbands that wish to get out of a
bad marriage without being taken to the cleaners.  Some we simply take from
their homes."



   "So they are kidnapped," I said astonished.



   "Yes, most are.  Every now and then a woman elects to be inventoried,"
he stated.



   "You talk about these women like they are some piece of material and not
a human being."



   "Well, to me they kind of are.  It's purely a business.  Girls equals
money."



   "When these women are auctioned off, who gets the money?" I asked.



   "I do.  I have employees and expenses to pay just like any other
business, but I get the money," he replied.



   "So what's in it for the women?" I asked, not believing I was asking
this evil man all these questions.



   "The pleasure of pleasing other people," he simply stated.  "Other than
that, I really don't care."



   "It doesn't bother you that you took them from their families and their
the families will never know what happened to their loved ones?"



   "I've gotten over that years ago.  The money makes up for it." he said
with a smile on his face.



   "Just how much do you get for a girl on a auction?" I asked curious.



   "Well, it varies.  A young girl with good looks can go for anywhere
between $5,000 and $50,000.  It depends on who shows up."



   "What would I go for?" I couldn't believe I asked that.



   "So you are interested." he laughed.  "Well, I would guess that you
would go for around $35,000.  Your age is going to hurt your sale value."



   "I am not interested!" I insisted.  "I'm just curious.  What type of men
buys women like me?"



   "Well, you would probably go to either a whore house or to a breeding
farm, although your a little on the old side to be bread.  So you would
probably be destine to a life in a brothel.  Although there is a man that
has been buying up older women for his new dungeon that he built recently.
He has dungeon games that rich people like to play."



   "What are dungeon games?" I asked.



   "I'm not exactly sure but I have heard that the women are tortured
severely," he stated.



   "It doesn't bother you that you take a woman from her safe home and
allow a stranger to purchase her so that she can be raped and tortured?" I
asked in amazment.



   "No.  Not as long as I get paid.  Look, you don't care if a man and his
family go without food because he didn't get the job that you have, do
you?"



   I was going to argue with him that it was totally different, but I knew
better.  I just couldn't believe that I was asking all these questions.  I
was also starting to wonder if I was asking too much.  "What is going to
happen to me after we get off this plane?"



   "Don't worry.  I wouldn't take you against your will from the airport.
And as for how much you know, I won't worry about that either.  As my
employees use you next I'm going to be going through your purse and copying
all your personal information.  I have informants on the inside of the FBI,
CIA and also foreign agencies so if I hear of anything being brought up to
someone's attention, you would be snagged and added to inventory so fast
your head would spin.  Is that clear?" he asked and pinched both of my
nipples.



   "Ouch!  Yes, it's painfully clear." I said still in pain.



   "Good.  Now I'm also going to put a phone number in it along with a code
number.  If you ever want to submit yourself, just call the number, enter
the code and then go on with your life like normal.  I will have you picked
up when I get the chance.  You won't know when or how, but it will be done.
Oh, and I wouldn't loose that if I were you.  If anyone calls it and enters
that code, your freeddom is over."



   The thought scared the hell out of me.  This man that just used me in
ways I had never been used, had the power to totally eliminate my freedom
and sentence me to a life of hell serving someone else as a whore and to
possibly be tortured.  I tried at first to believe it wasn't possible but I
also knew that many people disappear every year and most of them are women,
never to be heard from again.  I also remembered that I was no longer in
the United States.  I was about to land in a country that anything could
happen.



   "Now remain like that and I'll send you a client to service.  Have a
nice flight, whore." and with that he walked out of the storage room and
shut the door behind him leaving me standing all alone in the back of this
airplane in just my nylons, garter belt and heels with sperm oozing from my
pussy.



   A few minutes later the door opened up and another man walked through it
and closed it behind him.



   "You must be the whore that Jack was talking about.  I can tell by the
sperm in your nylons," he said in a matter-of-fact tone.



   I looked down and sure enough the sperm was sliding down into the tops
of my nylons.  I started to reach down to wipe it up with my hand before it
slid too far down my legs and he stopped me.



   "Let it go.  I want to see if after servicing all of us it makes it to
your shoes.  I want everyone that sees you walking through the airport to
know that your a whore.  I want them to see the glistening juices shining
in your nylons.  Is that clear?"



   "Yes.  Very."



   "Good.  Now get on your knees.  Time for you to get back to work."



   I dropped to my knees and without being told what to do I unbuckled his
pants and slid them down along with his underwear and started to suck his
cock just like I had done to his boss earlier.  When I felt he was getting
close to coming he grabbed my hair and roughly pulled my head back and me
to a standing position.  Then he pushed me back on one of the carts and
pulled my legs wide apart.



   "Guide me into that pussy of yours," he demanded.



   I reached down and grabbed his penis and with my other hand separated
the lips of my pussy and guided him into me.  He then proceeded to fuck me
quickly for about a minute before he came inside of me.  When he was all
done, he pulled out of me and forced me to suck him clean just as his boss
had done.



   Then he was gone, soon to be followed by another.  This went on and on
until I had allowed all eight of the men to rape me in the back of the
airplane.



   After the last man was done with me the stewardess that had her ass
grabbed came into the back with me.



   "Wow, you look like hell," she said.



   I just looked at her.



   "I feel like it.  I was just raped by eight men!  I have their sperm
running down my thighs.  They practically ripped the hair out of my head
while I was giving them blowjobs.  And to top it off the first guy...  " I
cut myself off.  I couldn't admit that I allowed him to urinate down my
throat, even though I really didn't have a choice.



   "The first guy what?" she asked.



   "Never mind.  Just help me get cleaned up." I stated, and then added,
"Please."



   "I will do that.  You helped us out tremendously and for that we are
grateful."



   She dug through a couple of boxes and found some towels and started
cleaning the dried sperm out of my hair and off of my face.  I was so
exhausted that I could only lean back and let her do all the work.  When
she was done with my face she worked herself down my neck, all over my
breasts and down to my stomach.  When she got to my pussy I stopped her.



   "Wait.  I'm not sure what I should do.  A couple of the men told me not
to clean myself up down there.  They wanted to see their sperm running down
my hose as far as it would go.  I'm worried that if I let you clean it up,
they will get mad."



   "Well, if you sit down in the seat it's just going to stain the back of
your dress.  I suppose you could stand back here for a while and let it run
out of you.  We won't have the fasten seat belts sign one for a half hour.
By that time most of it would be dried up.  That way you would be safe if
they checked it."



   "Ok.  It's kind of disgusting but I'm just scared of what they might do
if I disobey them."



   "I understand completely.  The leader, Jack, was bold enough to stick a
finger inside of my pussy when he grabbed me in the middle of all those
passengers.  If he was willing to do that in front of people, he's probably
capable of far worse."



   "Yes, I agree." I knew for a fact that he was.  I just wasn't about to
go into details of what for fear that he would decide to 'add me to his
inventory'.



   She grabbed my clothes but we were unable to find my panties or my bra.
We came to the conclusion that one of them must had taken them with when
they left so I resigned to the fact that I was going to have to go without.
At least my dress would cover me up.



   I stepped into my dress and put it on and allowed her to zip it back up.



   She left me standing back there while she went to check on the other
passengers and stopped back periodically to check on me.  It didn't take
long before I had sperm down in my heels and oozing around my toes.  It was
kind of disgusting.  I discovered that if I held the skirt part of my dress
up the trail of sperm running down my thighs dried fairly quickly.



   After a while the door to the storage area opened once again and I
expected the stewardess to appear again.  Much to my surprise it wasn't
her. It was Jack.



   "Still back here, whore?" he said as he closed the door behind him.  "We
are about to land and I thought I better quick use the restroom before I'm
not able to get up anymore.  What do you say, are you up for it?"



   "Please," I begged him.  "I don't want to do it.  It's so disgusting."



   "Yes, it is.  I know I would never want to have to do it.  But that's
beside the point.  You like being used and abused.  I can sense it.  You
may not realize it, but you need someone to control your body.  You need
someone to tell you what to do.  You need a Master."



   "No, I don't," I protested.



   "Yes, I think you do.  Now take that dress off."



   Without thinking I started to remove the dress and by the time I caught
myself, it was to late.  He was right.  I did need someone to control me. I
placed my dress on the cart behind me.



   "See?  I was right wasn't I?"



   I just nodded my head.



   "Then why don't you get down on your knees and prepare to become your
Master's toilet."



   I looked at him in the eyes for a moment and realized that if I obeyed
this command, I might just end up on his next auction.  I couldn't control
myself as I found my body sinking to my knees in front of him, my gaze
shifting from his eyes to his penis thinking about how he was about to
start urinating into my mouth.  Thinking about how I just changed my life
forever.



   "Now are you ready?" he asked me.



   I looked up and nodded and then looked back at his penis.



   "Good.  Clasp your hands behind your back and just relax.  Just accept
my cock as far as you can and the stream will shoot down your throat just
like before."



   He grabbed the back of my head and pulled me forward onto his cock and I
concentrated on not gagging as it slipped down the back of my throat.  Then
I felt the stream start to trickle followed by a hard stream that continued
for quite some time.  When he was done he made me lick him clean and then
buckled himself back up.



   "Stand up, I'm going to take a few pictures of you."



   I stood as ordered and allowed him to snap some digital pictures of me
standing in just my white nylons, garter belt and heels.



   "What are the pictures for?" I asked.



   "Well, I'm still going to let you decide if you want to submit your
body, but at the same time I'm going to ask a few people if they are
interested in you or not.  If there is enough interest, I'll add you to my
inventory.  If not, I'll wait for your call and then pull you in and accept
whatever the cash value is at the time."



   "What if they are interested and I don't want to go?" I questioned.



   "That's too bad.  If I decide to pull you in, you're going.  I don't ask
the others that we abduct, and I'm not going to start with you.  And don't
bother trying to move or anything like that.  I have a whole team that
track people down.  So far I have not ever missed one single girl that I've
wanted to get.  Now don't worry about it and have some fun with your
husband.  You never know if it's going to be the last time."



   With that he turned around and headed back out of the storage room.  As
the door shut behind him I heard the announcement about 'returning to your
seats and fastening the seat belts'.  I put my dress back on and
straightened myself out the best I could and then headed back to my seat.



   As I watched us descend out of the sky, I couldn't help but wonder if my
fate was sealed to be a slave or if I really did have a choice.  My gut
feeling was that my hours of being a free woman were coming to a close.



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didn't.  If I get enough positive feedback, I'll continue to Chapter two.

   Sarah. sstry01@hotmail.com