CHAPTER ONE

 

Sonia was awakened from a light sleep by the telephone. It rang once, again... She tried to ignore the sound, tried to roll over and fall back asleep.

It was futile. Any movement she made caused her to bump against the metal grille that encased her on all sides. The kennel she was locked inside had been built for a medium-sized dog-not a full-grown woman. It was a cage with barely enough space for her to curl up on one side, arms across her belly, legs curled up underneath her-a near-foetal position.

It didn't take long for her to realize that she wasn't going to get back to sleep- her bladder was too busy reminding her that it was nearly at the bursting point. She tried to recall the last time she had been allowed to use the toilet-or the last time she had bathed-come to that, she thought, when was the last time I got any food?

At least a day! That surprised her. I didn't know I had that much control!

She couldn't help but wonder what the phone call meant. She was sure it wouldn't be good news for her. Slaves don't get good news!

There was no bitterness in the thought-just acceptance. The time she had spent being re-trained had taught her a great deal about acceptance and control.

It taught me all about what I really was-and about the men who were so busy torturing me to prove it!

There was no other word for what they did. No other way of describing the whips and chains and electricity...

It was my own fault! When I had the chance to run, I should have taken it. She sighed to herself as she remembered that night. The master-the term still stung but she had accepted that she must use it-the master got careless-had left her hands free. Sonia had grabbed the phone from the bedside table and hit the man hard-hard enough to crack the phone!

Sonia had left him moaning in a puddle of blood on his own bed and run into the living room-then I got stupid! Stark naked as she was, Sonia hadn't wanted to run into the street-so she had decided to call the cops instead. That did me a lot of good!

Men dressed in police uniforms did turn up-in an amazingly short time-but instead of helping Sonia they simply re-handcuffed her hands behind her back and forced her to her knees while they checked out the master. Then, after making sure he was all right, they turned and left.

The master beat me with a riding crop for the rest of that night, Sonia remembered. Then turned me over to those men to be re-trained.

Sonia tried to hold out, tried to keep her spirit and her will to escape. But the pain kept growing, getting worse. And that bunch never got careless-not for a second. They never gave me any time to regain my strength of will! Sonia was cuffed and hobbled every moment of every day-even when she was allowed to use the bathroom! Finally, after an eternity of pain, they had strung her up from the ceiling and attached electrodes to every sensitive point on her body. The pain had been frightening. I thought I was going to die! Sonia screamed in agony for days, barely holding onto her sanity as the pain grew worse.

And then I broke. Sonia knew it to be the truth. I begged them to stop, to let me be their slave-anyone's slave! I would have done anything, anything at all...

The torturers tested Sonia's earnestness-pushing her to her sexual and physical limit-then, apparently satisfied, they returned her to her master.

Sonia knew she'd never try to escape again-knew she'd never try to hurt the master. I can't face those electrodes- the burning, constant pain...

Suddenly she realized that she was crying, tears of remembered pain rolling down her cheeks. Can't let the master see these. She scrubbed at the moisture with a hand that barely had the clearance to reach up and touch her own face. He doesn't like me to cry. She scrubbed herself dry. Unless it's because of something he's done!

Sonia had just gotten herself dry and under control when the lights came on. Her kennel rested on a concrete floor in the sub-basement of the Master's home. The rest of the room was devoted to the Master's play toys-chains hanging from the ceiling, whips and other devices on pegboard holders on the wall-anything and everything he had been able to think of that would hurt a woman. Each of these devices had left their mark on Sonia-she hoped they wouldn't leave any new marks today.

"Good morning, Slave!" The master was smiling as he descended the narrow staircase. "Time to rise and shine!"

Sonia looked up at the man who was her owner. She couldn't answer him-the gag stuffed into her mouth prevented that.

"That phone call was from Harry."

Sonia shuddered a bit at that name. She knew Harry Winston very well indeed-after all, he was the one who turned me into a slave.

A wave of memory swept over the caged woman...

She remembered earlier days-I was happy then. Sonia had been the prettiest girl in Sunvale High School-and had parlayed that into a very full social life. She quickly became captain of the Cheerleading Team, then Homecoming Queen and Class President-she got everything she desired, including the football team's quarterback. Although he was a bit of a disappointment...

Upon graduation, she had decided to try for even more. She made the move from Middle America to Los Angeles, intent upon a life in the film industry-after all, a girl with her looks wouldn't have any trouble getting discovered, would she?

But Sonia had quickly found that Hollywood was chock-full of girls just like her-beautiful, young, ambitious-and unemployed.

Discovery, in that crowd of willing competitors, did not come quickly or easily.

Sonia had to eat-so she found work outside the film industry; first as a waitress in a North Hollywood eatery-lots of pinching and grab-assing there! -then, for a brief time, as a teller for a large bank.

It had been in the bank that she first met Harry.

Harry Winston; she had known the name from the Hollywood Reporter and Variety. Agent to the stars! Sonia had recognized him the moment he walked in-Please God, she had prayed. Let him come to my window!

He had done so-and Sonia had put everything she had into a very high-voltage welcoming smile. When she saw a spark of interest, she deliberately put herself on display: when she walked to the rear of the teller cage, she made sure her ass was wiggling for all it was worth. Then, the paperwork he needed in hand, she placed it lovingly in front of him, bending deep to show him the firm young breasts under her freshly cleaned white blouse. I remember wishing I hadn't worn a bra that day!

Bra or no, Harry had noticed-and smiled at the effort she made. Before he left the office, he gave her a card and told her to give him a call.

She had done so as soon as she got off work-and had been immensely gratified when he invited her out to dinner.

It had been the first of a series of dates. He had gotten her to tell him all about herself, expressing shock and condolence when he learned that both of her parents had died in a car crash a few years earlier-and surprise when she told him she had neither a boyfriend nor any living relatives.

I made it so easy!

She had avoided going with him to his house for the first few dates-she didn't want him to think of her as easy or needy. But as time passed, she began to regard Harry as a real friend and, perhaps, something more...

When he finally drove her to his palatial home on Mulholland Drive, she had been ready to give him anything she wanted.

I didn't know he was already prepared to take it!

There hadn't been any pretence when she walked through the door. He had just used his superior strength to force her face-down onto the floor, where he immediately cuffed her hands behind her back. She had been helpless as he stripped her down to bare skin. When she tried to scream her protest and fear, he had simply forced a huge rubber ball gag into her mouth.

Within minutes, Sonia found herself bound, gagged, and forced into a kneeling position on the polished wooden floor of Harry Winston's bedroom.

He told me I was a slave, she remembered. Told me I would never again be free...

Then he had lifted her onto his big bed, tying her in a taut spread-eagle, wrists and ankles held immobile by metal cuffs, breasts open to his grip-and her loins spread and raised by a pillow placed under her hips. The gag stopped any protests as Harry thrust himself into her.

She had squirmed and sweated as he drove into her, begging him to stop-but the gag held every sound she made.

She ended up spending more than a day shackled to that bed. Harry took her time after time-then casually announced that he wasn't going to keep her-instead he was going to sell her to a friend.

Sell me? She shook her head at his easy use of the term. You can't sell me! I'm a free woman-a citizen of the USA-I don't belong to you-or anyone!

But he did sell her and a short time later, she found herself in the Master's basement-subject to his whips and chains-and sexual whims.

And now Harry's coming to visit! Sonia shuddered as the Master approached her little cage. What is he going to do to me now?

As it turned out, nothing he hadn't done before. It was just a few hours later that Sonia found herself in the home's big media room, kneeling on a white rug, legs pinioned under her, arms bound behind-and a ring gag holding her mouth open.

Harry was sitting before her, his pants at his ankles, waiting for her to take him into that so helpless and beckoning mouth.

"She's gotten pretty good at this," Harry said a few minutes later as he came into Sonia's face. "Better than she was when I sold her to you."

"I had to send her to the guys for some re-training," her master, a rather broad man named Malcolm Amos, said as he motioned her to take care of his own needs. "Cost me a fortune!" He smiled as she wiggled to a point in front of him and took his penis into that so-wide mouth. "But I think it was worth it."

Harry smiled and nodded. "Yeah, I think I'd have to agree." He leaned back into the leather of his seat. "Which reminds me of a little project that I've been planning-I think you might want a piece of it."

The master finished, and watched in satisfaction as Sonia swallowed every bit of cum. "What do you have in mind?"

"Have you heard that Willets over at Warners has been talking about taking an option on the 'Sleeping Beauty' books?"

"I thought Disney owned that."

"Not the cartoon," Harry smiled slyly at his friend. "The Anne Rice trilogy."

"Oh." Malcolm wasn't much of a reader-his tastes ran more to straightforward, physical things-but Harry had given him a set of the Rice 'Sleeping Beauty' books when they first came out and he had taken a few minutes to flip through them. "Yeah, I remember those-still a fairy tale, though."

"True." Harry pulled his pants up as he stood-he liked to pace while thinking. "But a very adult fairy tale."

"They'll screw it up." Malcolm motioned Sonia to one side, pulled up his own pants. "There's no way a major would do it right-the nudity alone..."

"That's exactly my point." Harry stopped in mid-pace, looked Malcolm in the face. "They'll screw it up-so why don't we do it the right way?"

"Make the damned Anne Rice book?" Malcolm's eyes narrowed, as he tried to think what that would cost. "I don't see..."

"Not the Rice book!" Harry was pacing again. "As you said, it's too much of a Fairy Story-I have something better in mind." He stopped alongside Sonia, looked down at her now-shivering body as the girl fought to avoid looking him in the face. "Something quick and easy to do-something we can make a lot of money with!"

Malcolm loved money almost as much as he loved fucking slave girls. "Tell me more!"

The agent stopped pacing and dropped back into his seat. "You've seen some of the so-called torture porn films, right?"

"Like 'Hostel' or 'Saw'?"

"Exactly. They keep getting more and more extreme with the nudity and blood-but people line up to see them, right?"

"Yeah, but I'm not exactly known for doing horror films..."

"You do like the BDSM stuff-right? The films you can get on the web?"

"Yeah-even though it's pretty tame and you can tell that it's all faked. I mean the whips are far too flexible and the gags..."

"So, what if we combined the two?"

Malcolm eyes reflected his confusion until, slowly, he began to see what the other man was talking about. "You want to make an honest-to-Christ BDSM film? How are you gonna cast it? The union..."

Harry shook his head and pointed to Sonia, still kneeling quietly on the floor, a little puddle of semen and drool forming on her breasts and thighs. "Where did she come from?" He smiled. "Not the union!"

"Wannabes?" Malcolm's eyes sharpened as the thought took root. "You want to cast wannabes for this film?" He shook his head. "Who's gonna shoot it? What kind of crew..."

"Vilmos is into the scene-he'll shoot it. As for the rest-we don't really need much of a crew, now do we? We can shoot with fixed cameras and available light. We'll just need a couple of guys who know what they're doing-and enjoy it." Harry sat back in his chair, knitted his fingers together. "We can use that old farm you bought as a tax shelter-it's got lots of room and that big barn..."

"That guy Markham can write the script," Malcolm began to see the possibilities. "He loves this kind of thing too."

"Waste of money! We won't need a script for this!" Harry leaned toward his friend, face earnest. "As long as we have lots of girls and the ropes, chains and whips we need, the story will write itself..."

"You're right," Malcolm slowly nodded his head. "But without a script, how do we raise the money for this? We can't just go to the banks..."

"What money?" Harry was openly smiling now. "We'll shoot digital and if we do this right, the damned cast sure isn't going to cost us anything-in fact, if we pick the right kind of girls and actually train them while we're filming..."

"We can sell them later!"

"Or give them to whoever works with us as payment." Harry's smile grew. "There's no way we can lose!"

"You might be right." Malcolm began to run numbers in his head. "It'll depend on what the girls cost us."

"Why should they cost us anything?" Harry shook his head, realizing that Malcolm still didn't get it. "We're gonna use wannabes! All we've gotta do is issue a cattle call-they'll come by the hundreds!"

Malcolm's mind began to race. "And if we're sure to take only those with no immediate family or room-mates..."

"We'll be free and clear."

Malcolm nodded assent. "We can get the bondage gear we'll need from the guys-they make the best stuff and we can trade a couple of the bitches for it."

"Hell, offer them a gig as Technical Advisors-it'll give them a tax write-off!"

Malcolm's nod became deeper, more pronounced. "Yeah, I think that will work."

"So, what are we waiting for?" Harry grinned as he stood up. "Let's get the ball rolling."

"Okay, I'll call the Reporter and set up an ad." He clapped the other man on the back. "When I've got a date and time, I'll give you a call."

"Right," Harry headed for the door. "I'll see you in a couple of days."

Sonia shivered as the door closed behind Harry-they're going to grab a bunch of girls-make them just like me! She shook her head sadly, realizing that there was nothing at all she could do about it.

Slaves just like me...