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I figured I would write down who I am...or was before I was kidnapped. My name is Arielle. I'll be 17 next Saturday on Oct 24th, 2009. I'm 5'3, 120 lbs, with long brown hair, blue eyes and a shapely figure. I guess I was a normal teenage girl inasmuch as there was a boy I liked, I got awesome grades, wanted to go to college and get a degree in forensic pathology, get married and have children. I was a virgin and was very curious about sex. I wanted to lose my virginity but not to just anyone. I guess it was the moment, rather than just the guy I was waiting on. I had originally intended to save sex for later, maybe not until marriage, but definitely for when I was out of high school and found someone who loved me as much as I loved him...My desires and hormones negated that idea. Aside from all that, I like cooking, reading, cats, horror movies, shopping, and spending time with friends. When I'm not studying, I run track at my high school and once a week, volunteer at the local no-kill pet shelter. Oh yes, I almost forgot, I now have a boyfriend, I love very much. His name's Brian and he just turned 21. Before I was kidnapped, I lost my virginity to him at Jeanna's party. He graduates next year in Pre-Law and goes on to law school. I'm cheering him on. When he has a bad day, he calls me and I get to soothe him. He even calls me when he sees a hot girl, he'd like to fuck. Instead of cheating we take care of his lust over the phone...if we can't do so in person. I'm very happy that he trusts me enough to tell me these things without me getting pissed off like most girls. I trust him to tell me when he's horny instead of cheating on me and so far, he has done absolutely NOTHING to violate my trust. He does the same for me. It's like I gave up my cherry to someone who became my best friend.

How lucky can a girl get? When I came home after my ordeal, he was there waiting for me, having heard about my disappearance. I stood there with my belly swollen with an unwanted child, expecting him to turn and walk away, leaving me behind. When he folded me into his arms in an honest hug. I broke down and cried happy tears.



Get this: He sat down of his own accord with my Mom & Dad and stated that he had met me at Jeanna's party and we had talked for hours (he said nothing about what we did together in the shadows). He also said that he was 20 (at the time), really cared for me, and then he asked their permission to court me!! My parents were blown away by the courtesy. Here was a young gentleman, asking THEIR PERMISSION to court their underage daughter, who was pregnant with someone else's child. My Dad said yes! He never liked ANYBODY I bring home. That right there was good enough for my Mom. Like I said...how lucky does one girl deserve to be?

It was about a month and a half before I turned sixteen. I was walking home from school, wearing a blue cotton blouse that sat off one shoulder, tight skinny jeans, white ankle socks and Keds sneakers. My backpack was over one shoulder and I started getting a funny feeling...like someone was watching me. I stopped, turned around and looked up the street at all the cars parked on both sides. I didn't see anything unusual or anyone standing behind a tree like you see in the movies. I chalked it up to my imagination playing tricks on me on a grey overcast September afternoon. I got home and started my Algebra homework. I wanted to get it done before dinner. All the rest of my assignments were incredibly easy.



I was sitting at my desk in my bedroom, which was by the window. I opened the window, even though the air was just starting to get chillier. I love the sound of the wind slipping through the trees. I call it Nature's kiss. I heard what sounded like the sound of a dry twig snapping as if someone was walking in the woods down below. I peered out into the darkness, but I didn't see anything. I still had the uneasy feeling that someone was out there watching me.

On Wednesday October 1st, 2008, just before my friend, Jeanna Harrison and I went into American History class, she asked me if I wanted to come to her party on Friday night. She had just turned seventeen two days ago and said it would be a good one. Her parents were on vacation in Jamaica, so.....PARTYTIME! I told her I would have to ask my parents, but since she lived about eight blocks from me, I didn't see a problem. She said to dress nice, that it wasn't going to be super wild, but there would be beer, music, food, and stuff like that. I got home and asked my Mom & Dad. They asked the usual questions: Where was the party?, Who was going to be there?, What time did I think I was going to be home? I told them all I knew and that I was planning on being home around midnight. My Dad agreed with everything, except for me coming home at midnight.

"Midnight is a bit late for a 15-year-old girl to be out. Make it 11:00.", he said. That was cool with me: he usually wanted me in by 9:30 or 10:00.



October 3rd. 2008



I walked out the door at 6:00 pm wearing a grey cowl-necked sweater dress that ended at mid thigh, black thigh-high stockings, and black ballet style skimmer flats. I got there and the music was just starting. Jeanna had a friend of ours DJing and her boyfriend had brought a keg of beer. I got a dixie cup full of beer, took a taste and liked it more than the usual Budweiser. I asked what it was. David, Jeanna's boyfriend said it was Warsteiner, a German brand. I drank to enjoy the taste but even still, I had a pretty good buzz going by 8:30. I sat on the couch in the basement where the party was being held, drinking water to sober up. The last thing I needed was to come home and have Dad smell beer on me.

A gorgeous guy came and sat down beside me. His name was Brian and he was friends with David at the University of Georgia. He was hot! He was about 19 or 20, 6'1", 220 lbs of toned muscle. His feathered dirty-blonde hair, deep-set green eyes, and husky voice, caused a stirring between my thighs! We tried unsuccessfully to have a conversation over the blaring music, so we went outside and around the side of the house. There, Brian lightly stroked the left side of my face and gradually brought his face nearer. He tentatively kissed me on the mouth, apparently expecting me to recoil in disapproval. I draped my arms over his shoulders and opened my glossy lips, letting him slide his tongue inside my willing mouth. My head reeled in hot waves of desire and our tongues danced with passion. I felt one of his hands on my ass and the other was groping my left breast. I didn't stop him! Eventually, I broke our embrace.

"Look Brian, I really like you...a lot.", I said, lowering my head and looking at the ground. "The truth is, I'm fifteen years old and I've never...you know... If I give myself to you, you'll think I'm cheap and easy and you'll never want to see me again." He raised my chin with his fingertips.

"You don't know me very well, darling. I'll call your cellphone right now, so you'll have my number.", he said coming nose to nose with me. "I want you. I want your body, but I also want to build a friendship and a relationship with you. Besides, you won't be underage forever." I looked at my watch. 7:30. I figured I had about three and a half hours before I had to get home.

Feeling my heart racing, I nervously bit my lower lip and felt my blue eyes get moist. Taking him by the hand, I led him deeper into the shadows and turned to face him. Slowly, I sank to my knees, sitting on my heels. I unfastened his jeans and pulled them down along with his briefs. I couldn't believe I was doing this! His penis sprang forth...rock-solid, long and thick! Looking up at him coyly through my eyelashes, I kissed the head of his dick. Closing my eyes, I opened my lip-glossed lips and engulfed him, feeling the heat radiating from his member. He moaned quietly, as I ran my teeth and tongue over his considerable length, and stroked him with one hand as I lightly raked my manicured fingernails over his balls with the other.

"Like that?", I asked.

"Oh God yes!", he gasped. "Don't stop!"

"I have a better idea.", I purred, rising onto my knees. I reached up under my dress and peeled down my panties, dangling the filmy fabric on my forefinger, before dropping them to the ground. I could feel myself blushing and my voice took on a husky timber.

"Take me Brian, right here, right now!". His eyes sparkled as he grasped the hem of my dress, slid it up my quivering body, and dropped it beside my panties. I reached behind my upper back and unhooked my bra, letting my breasts bounce free. My nipples were stiff with desire, as he eased me onto my back and laid next to me. I could scarcely believe I was letting myself go this far! I was going to surrender my virgin body to him!! He sucked my tender nipples and I opened my legs for him. His finger toyed with my wetness and traced gentle circles around my engorged clit, as I whimpered softly. As he inserted his middle digit into my vagina and stroked the smooth love button above my pubic bone, I gasped. My brain burst into a heated explosion of a million bright stars, as the exquisite waves of my first orgasm crashed over me! He climbed between my splayed thighs and pressed his cock against my tiny slit. I reached down, grasped his penis and helped him slide inside me. He was ever so gentle, allowing me to get used to his size. His manhood rubbed continually against my clit and drove deep inside my pussy. His thrusts picked up speed and power, causing me to tremble with the onset of a mind-blowing series of orgasms. I bit my lower lip in an effort not to let the whole world know that I was getting royally fucked for the first time in my life!

"I'm getting close! Do you want me to pull out?", Brian gasped.

"No!...I want you to cum inside me!!", I moaned.

"What about the risk of you getting pregnant?", he asked, pounding me even faster.

"I-I...don't...CARE!!", I whimpered. Almost immediately, I felt his loins burst, flooding my teenage cunt with his hot semen! He pulled out and kissed me so passionately, I thought we would meld together..



"I'll be your girlfriend...your dirty little secret, if you want.", I smiled.

"I was hoping you'd feel that way, Arielle", he purred and he kissed me again, as we lay naked in the shadows.



"Oh my God!...Arielle??" I was suddenly jolted out of my reverie, by Jeanna who, wondering where I had disappeared to, had caught me in post-coital bliss.

"Hi Jeanna.", was all I could say. Brian, flustered, quickly pulled his pants up as I laughed, somehow finding all this very funny. I was surprisingly unashamed and relaxed as I pulled my panties on, followed by my dress. I had forgotten my bra. I discovered the black satin and lace garment laying draped on the lower branches of a bush.

"Are you mad at me?", I asked Jeanna, after Brian had gone inside and refilled his beer.

"Mad?? Are you kidding?...You're positively glowing. You gave up your virginity of your own free will.", she smiled. "It WAS your choice wasn't it? He didn't...force you?" It was my turn to smile.

"I gave myself to him and...Jeanna!...Oh God was he great!! I came so many times!". She hugged me and looked me in the eyes.

"Did he...cum?", she asked, raising an eyebrow. My blushing answered her question.

"Where?...Where did he squirt it?", Jeanna asked, grasping my shoulders.

"Inside me.", I smiled dreamily, still feeling the afterglow of my orgasms. The shock on Jeanna's face spoke volumes.

"Arielle!!...Are you TRYING to get knocked up?!!", she asked, lowering her voice.

"It's okay Jeanna. My period ended two days ago.". Her sigh of relief was as if she had been holding her breath for hours.

"Just....next time use protection. Okay?"

"You got it.", I promised. "Damn, he fucked the hell out of me!!"



I went in search of my conqueror. I found him with David.

"Where did you disappear to?, David was grilling him.". Brian explained that we couldn't talk downstairs, so we went outside to talk. I was relieved. He could have bragged about fucking me, but evidently he was discrete and wouldn't kiss...or anything else, and tell.



I pulled Brian away from the keg. In a quiet corner I discretely gave him my bra.

"Keep this as a souvenir from tonight and think of me.", I said, kissing him lightly on the lips. "I have to go home. Call me."

"I most definitely will.", he promised, as I turned on my heel and left. I looked at my watch. Thirty minutes to go eight blocks. The memory of losing my virginity to Brian filled my thoughts on the walk home. I was approaching my house when I saw Mom waiting on the porch, she waved at me and I waved back.





She went inside the house and then I heard a sound beside me. By the time I realized that it was a van's side door opening, a man had grabbed me, clamped his hand over my mouth before I could even scream, and pinned my arms to my sides. He pulled me, kicking, inside the van!

Nobody saw me disappear into the night!

"Scream or struggle and I'll kill you right here! Understand little girl?", he snarled into my ear.



"MMMMUMMPPHHH!!", was all I could manage. Tears filled my blue eyes, as he tied my wrists tightly behind my back.

"Wh-what are you doing??!!", I gasped, before he put duct tape over my mouth.

"It's called kidnapping, Arielle.". He knew my name??! He must have read my thoughts.

"I've been watching you for some time, waiting for the right moment to take you.", he smiled evilly, as he tied my ankles tightly together with rope.

"Unless you want me to kill you, you're going to do everything I tell you to do. Aren't you?". Shaking with terror, I nodded. I was frightened at the thought of my dead body being found naked in the woods somewhere. I looked at my abductor. He was a big black man about 40 something with a fairly muscular build, greying hair at the temples and a beard and mustache. I looked at the clock on the dashboard. It said 10:42. I had to be home in less than 20 minutes. I wasn't going to make it! He started up the engine and drove off carefully into the night, so as not to draw any attention. As we passed my house, I saw my mother outside looking up and down the street for me! She never saw that her youngest daughter had been kidnapped.

I saw through the windshield the green signs over Bobby Jones Parkway and could tell when he turned off that he was on Gordon Highway heading in the direction of Walton Way, near the South Carolina state line.



He crossed the border into South Carolina and a few miles later, turned off the highway and rove for some distance up some dirt road and stopped where no one could see us. He came into the back where I was tied up and gagged. He untied my feet. I thought about kicking him. I could have hurt him, but could I have gotten away before he caught me and killed me? Probably not. He tied my right ankle to a rail on the side of the wall and then he tied my left ankle to one on the other side, so that my legs were spread. With a pair of scissors, he began to cut my sweater dress from the hem all the way up the middle to the collar! He opened my dress, exposing my naked breasts & my panties that were still wet from the cum that Brian had pumped inside me.

"Uh huh!...No bra and wet panties. Somebody's been a naughty little girl!", he grinned evilly, his gold tooth glinting in the ambient light. He was stripping me...NAKED! He cut my dress from the collar, down the sleeves and pulled the tattered remains of my dress off, throwing it out a window. I was crying loudly, as I realized that at 15 years old... I was going to get raped! My nipples stiffened from fear and the chill night air and then he cut through the waistband of my black satin panties, exposing the smoothly shaved cleft of my sex! He threw my bra and panties out the window. Except for my thigh-high stockings and black flats, I was completely nude and spread open! He began to take off his pants! I could feel his breath on my pussy, as he got closer. He thrust his tongue inside my labia, swirling it inside my girlflesh and sucking on my clit! I felt so dirty, but it also felt so good! I closed my eyes and moaned through my gag, as exquisite tingles surged through my teenage body

It wasn't long before I climaxed! My brain exploded with the gooey heat of my first orgasm!

"Yeah white girl. You like what your black daddy's doing to you!", he purred as he continued to eat me out. I had cum like, several times when he stopped and pulled my head up. He pulled off my gag and rubbed his huge penis against my lips, reminding me what he would do to me if I didn't obey him.

"Suck it, my little white bitch!", he demanded.

I opened my lips and he slid inside my mouth, orally raping me! He told me what to do and my lips were contorted around his cock. I sucked his fat head and bobbed further down on his shaft, as he grabbed the back of my head and pulled me deeper onto his dick! I started to gag and breathed through my nose, so I didn't choke. My muffled sobs filled the van. My jaw was starting to get sore and he eventually exploded in my mouth!

"Swallow it.", he demanded, and I forced his thick salty load down my throat. He squirted the last of his semen onto my face and breasts! He made me keep sucking his penis until he was hard again and then he did it!...he started to...RAPE me!!! He maneuvered between my thighs, forcing them apart and his rock hard cock was poised at the entrance to my virgin pussy! He pushed forward nestled between my labia, pressing against my tiny slit. He wasn't gentle and it wasn't long before my vagina painfully stretched and gave way. He slammed hard up inside me and I screamed in agony! I clenched my eyes shut and arched my back in an effort to relieve the excruciating pain of what felt like him tearing me open inside!

My heaving sobs seemed to spur him on as his weight bore down on me and he thrust his monstrous cock harder and deeper inside me, slamming against the entrance to my uterus. I couldn't believe this was happening! I had been kidnapped, stripped of my clothes, and raped!! I was only fifteen!! He raped me for what seemed like forever, when he thrust forward all the way, holding himself there as his body tensed. I could tell by his facial expression and the way his body spasmed, that he was pumping his hot sperm inside me! He gagged me by tying a thick scarf into my mouth, pulling my cheeks back and exposing my perfect white teeth. He was putting something around my neck. It was a thick leather collar and he padlocked it shut. I felt so dirty and helpless. Would my friends and family ever see or hear from me again? If so, how do I explain what happened to me??! He started up the van and drove back onto the highway...taking me even farther away from home!

I hadn't realized I had fallen asleep. I woke up still bound, gagged & naked on the floor in the back of the van. I could still taste my kidnapper's semen. How long had I been asleep? Where was I? Where was he taking me? Once the tears had cleared from my eyes, I looked at the glowing numbers on the clock. They read 5:17 am! It had been about six and a half hours since I had been abducted! How far from home was I being taken??!! The sky was just beginning to turn pink as we drove uphill and I could tell we were in a hilly area. The rope was chafing my wrists and my gag was wet with my saliva. A while later, he entered a garage and stopped. I heard the garage door shut with a thud.



He came to the back of the van, opened the door, dragged me out and slung me over his shoulder. He carried me, squirming down a series of stairs into the cellar of whatever building we were in. He locked the door behind us, dumped me on a mattress on the floor, and turned on a video camera that was pointed at where I lay. I looked around and saw black-painted windows high up on the walls, a vertical 'X', various steel shackles, manacles, three medium sized cages, chains and whips hanging on the wall, and plenty of other horrifying implements of displeasure.

"Welcome to your new home...slave.", he grinned. SLAVE??!!...ME?. I screamed into my gag and started crying again. He untied my ankles, took all his clothes off and laid down beside me. He sucked my tits, nibbling on my sensitive nipples as his hand snaked down my quivering belly toward my vagina. As his fingers wound through the thin patch of brown fur between my legs, I spread my legs and he slid his long thick finger inside my pussy lips and rubbed my clit in a circular motion.

"Your body is mine now, Arielle. I own you! You're gonna be my little white slavegirl.", he announced. I barely heard him through the heat and blood pounding in my brain, as he made me cum. When I was nice and wet down there, he maneuvered between my thighs, forcing them apart and his rock hard cock was poised at the entrance to my virgin pussy! He pushed forward nestled between my labia, pressing against my tiny slit. He wasn't gentle and it wasn't long before my vagina painfully gave way. He slammed hard up inside me and I screamed in agony! I clenched my eyes shut and arched my back in an effort to relieve the excruciating pain of what felt like him tearing me open inside!

My heaving sobs seemed to spur him on as his weight bore down on me and he thrust his monstrous cock harder and deeper inside me, slamming against the entrance to my uterus. I couldn't believe this was happening! I had been kidnapped, stripped of my clothes, taken into slavery and raped...and I was only fifteen!! He raped me for what seemed like forever, when he thrust forward all the way, holding himself there as his body tensed. I could tell by his facial expression and the way his body spasmed, that he was cumming inside me!! I could feel him pumping his hot sperm inside me!



My period had ended a few days before, but I wasn't on birth control and I wondered how long it would be before he got me pregnant. What would he do then? Would he kill me when he discovered I was knocked up or would he force me to have his baby??



He lay there, his softening penis pumping the last few drops of his seed inside me. He finally pulled out of my ravaged teenage cunt, stood me up and forced me into one of the cages. He locked a three foot chain from the wall to my collar. He went back to where I had been raped and rummaged through my purse. He dumped out the contents which included my wallet, makeup, cell phone and the usual girl stuff. My cell phone began to ring. He picked up the phone, looked at it and smiled.



"Your Mom's calling. I think I'll answer it and tell her that her little girl's been kidnapped.", he grinned and opened my phone.



He answered my phone!!



"Yo! Check it out. I got your 16-year-old daughter and she's got such a tight little pussy! I've been raping her and soon I'll put a black baby inside her. You'll never see her again. Later, Bitch!", he said, hanging up on my mother!



Fresh tears spilled over my eyes, as the finality of what he said hit me. He threw my cell phone against the wall, smashing it. My only connection to the outside world, destroyed.

He came back, took out my gag and locked my cage with a large, heavy padlock.

"Please!!...", I wailed. "Let me go! You've kidnapped and raped me! What more do you want from me?!!"

"You're never going home again. I'm going to break your will. You're going to be my willing slave for the rest of your life...however long or short that may be.". With that, he left me there with only my cries of despair to keep me company, as he locked the heavy wooden door behind him.

I lay there in my locked cage, wearing just my black thigh-high stockings and skimmer flats with my wrists still tied behind my back, a collar locked around my neck and chained to the wall, as I cried my eyes out. The cellar was illuminated by just a few candles. My pussy throbbed sorely from having just been taken against my will for my captor's pleasure, and his semen oozed out of me. In the flickering light, I had time to think about what had happened to me. The whole thing played in my mind like a bad movie.



I imagined my mother, pleased with me for being home slightly ahead of schedule, and going inside after waving to me, expecting her youngest daughter to come right in and wondering what was taking me so long? I can envision her coming out to look for me only to find me missing! She must be really worried about me. And then her phone call goes answered by my rapist with no signal thereafter.....



I thought a lot about Brian and hoped I would see him again. I was glad that I had given my virginity to him and felt what making love was like, as opposed to being violated!



My mind played my kidnapping over and over, wondering what I could have done to avoid being abducted? I found myself wondering if I would wind up murdered and dumped in a shallow grave somewhere, never to be seen again. My first day as a kidnapped teenage girl ended with me crying myself into a disturbed sleep

I awoke to the sound of keys in a lock. I realized that my captor was unlocking my cage. He came in and unlocked the chain from my collar, before untying my wrists and shackling them in front of me with locking leather manacles. He grabbed my left arm, put a rubber tourniquet around my upper arm and I watched in horror as he inserted a fresh syringe into a vial of some unknown liquid. Pulling the plunger back, he filled the syringe and injected the liquid into a vein in my arm. I was being drugged! Soon I felt warm and happy. I became aware of my need to have my pussy filled. He locked my wrist shackles to a chain dangling from the ceiling and pulled me off the ground until my feet dangled about a foot off the floor. He went to the wall and pulled a long whip off of a peg! As scared as I was, I was also strangely aroused.

"How old are you, Arielle?", he asked,

"Fifteen.", I replied. He reared back with the whip and I clenched my eyes in terror at what was coming. I heard the whip slice through the air before searing hot and angry into the supple flesh of my back!

"That's 'Fifteen...MASTER!'", he roared. You will address me as Master from now on. Got it?"

"Yes Master!", I sobbed. He continued to whip me, the heat from each lash exciting me until I began to climax. I felt something trickling lightly down my back and realized it was blood!

"You are my slave, Arielle. Your only purpose in life is to please me sexually.", he barked, and whipped me some more.

"You have no rights.; only the little privileges that I might give you...if you earn them.". More strikes of the whip stung my flesh, this time low on my ass, just above my glistening pussy.

"You'll do everything I tell you, when I say to do them...won't you, Arielle?"

"Yes Master! Absolutely!", I heard myself say. The drugs, combined with the whipping effectively began my conditioning as a subservient white slut for my black Master. It didn't take long for me to accept my fate as his sexual property. He whipped me this time with a wide and thick leather paddle. Between the pain and my orgasms, I passed out, dangling by my wrists.

I came to, collared, ballgagged and locked in my cage. My back stung and it was bandaged, apparently to lessen any scarring from being flogged.

After two weeks of being kept naked, chained up in my cage, drugged, tortured and raped, I could no longer resist any of my Owner's demands. I barely remembered my parents or what life was like before my abduction. He allowed me to live even though he periodically threatened to kill me, therefore I owed him total obedience. My body no longer belonged to me...it was his property to do with as he pleased.



October 17th, 2008



I was informed that he was hosting a dinner party for six of his like minded friends and that I would be serving his guests. He brought an outfit for me to wear and told me to put it on: It was a black satin corset that did nothing to cover my tits or frshly shaved pussy. It came with matching garter belt, stockings and black 4-inch high heeled pumps with ankle straps. I put on makeup he brought down for me and when I looked in the mirror, I have to admit the effect made my breathe catch in my throat. I looked beautiful.



His guests arrived and gathered in the living room. Five of them were White and the other was Middle Eastern looking. I sauntered in wearing the aforementioned outfit , prerequisite collar and nipple clamps. I was carrying a tray of cocktails and was not allowed to look any of the men in the eye. I had to keep my head and eyes downcast in a manner befitting the slavegirl I had become. Every man in the room sized me up like a predator after his prey. Even with my training, it was enough to bring a glimmer of tears to my blue eyes. Every time I served drinks, a hand would grope my tits or my ass, I even felt a finger slip inside my cunt. Drinks were served all through the meet & greet and throughout dinner.



The men were all seated for dinner and I served it promptly. It smelled wonderful. The dinner menu consisted of Pork Loin Roast, baby potatoes with garlic and parsley, and steamed broccoli with cheese sauce.



My dinner was meatloaf, chopped up and served in a dog food bowl on the floor. I wasn't allowed to use my hands, so I had to eat like a dog. My water was likewise served in a dog bowl, and to drink I had to lap it up.



When dinner was over, I cleared the table.

"Does anyone care for desert?", my Owner asked. Every man indicated that they would indeed like dessert. Dessert was to be served in the living room on a low table. I was confused as the guests made their way to the living room, I didn't know there was anything for dessert. My Owner, seeing my confusion, grabbed the chain on my nipple clamps, making me wince in sharp pain and pulled me close.

"Go in there and get on the table on all fours...You're the dessert!", he whispered menacingly. I did as I was told, walked into the living room where the men were now all naked and I climbed onto the table. My wrists and ankles were tied to the table so that my legs were spread.



Bidding commenced to see who would get the first turn with me. The winner was a large White man with blonde hair and a scar down the left side of his face. His winning bid?...$20,000. He got behind me and rammed his penis up inside my pussy. My mouth dropped open and I closed my eyes. I don't even know if I could call it rape anymore. I wasn't exactly unwilling. I just understood this was my purpose. He eventually groaned and ejaculated inside me. I could feel his sperm starting to ooze out of me when the next man took his place thrusting and throbbing inside my warm cunt. Likewise, he flooded me with his hot spunk. The next man took his place, fucking me from behind, but this time, one of the men made me suck his cock at the same time. I was being taken from both ends and I felt like I was being impaled. The man behind me was very long and thick and I felt every painful inch as he used my body and came inside me. I sucked the man in front of me. I swirled my tongue down his throbbing shaft and into his peeslit, trying to do him justice and be a credit to my Owner, so I wouldn't get whipped so badly. He soon groaned and flooded my mouth with copious amounts of semen. He even splattered cum onto my face, which dripped down my neck and tits. Once every man had a go at me, it became a free for all with me lying on the floor amid a writhing mass of men doing anything they wanted with my fifteen-year-old body.



Once the men were gone, my Owner took me back down to my dungeon.

"You did a great job, slave. Therefore, I'm not going to whip you and you'll be able to get a good night's sleep." He removed my clothes and the nipple clamps. My nipples, which were sensitive to begin with, really hurt when the clamps came off and blood rushed back in. He locked the chain to my collar again and locked my cage. I curled up, my pussy sore, throbbing, & full of sperm; my nipples stinging, and...happy.

A week after the dinner party and me being used as the party favor, I turned sixteen years old. I was still plagued by memories of home and wondered what my friends were doing. I could hear my Owner watching TV upstairs. The sounds came through the vents clearly. he was watching the news and I heard my name mentioned:..."Nothing new on the whereabouts of missing teenager, Arielle Jennings. Police have recovered the remains of what has been positively identified as the clothes she was wearing on the night of her disappearance...Miss Jennings, who is sixteen today is feared kidnapped...".



My Owner came down soon after.

"Happy birthday, whore. I have a present for you. Spread your legs", he ordered. I did so, and he entered my juicy slit, pushing his way inside me and pounding his way to satisfaction. He used me like the whore I had become. An hour later, he gave me his present...a load of cum pumped inside me.



The next day I had a headache that beat any headache that I had ever had. The pounding felt like someone beating my head with a sledgehammer from the inside and I had to pee more often than usual. What the hell? I thought. What was wrong with me?

The month following my sixteenth birthday was a bad one as far as me not feeling well at all.

I had been kidnapped for a little over a month at this time. I rarely if ever got headaches, but now my head was pounding almost every day. I had to pee a lot more frequently than usual and I was so tired all the time now. It didn't occur to me until my breasts got sore for no reason, that I had missed my period!



Oh my God! I was...PREGNANT!!

How could I NOT be pregnant with all the sperm that had been squirted into my fertile pussy? Was the baby's father my kidnapper or one of the men who had gang-raped me six weeks ago?



What was going to happen to me now? Would I now wind up dead and buried in some unknown grave or would I be forced to have the baby? I began to get nauseous or throw up daily. My crying and mood swings increased. My delicate condition wasn't lost on my Owner



"So...my little slave is knocked up? I guess I'll have to find a new victim or two...perhaps your hot little friend, Jeanna would make a fine addition to my stable."

NO! Not Jeanna!, I thought. I remembered her very well. She was highly intelligent, usually finding classes that challenged most students to be very easy for her. She was like a sister to me. She's the only one who knew I had lost my virginity! Likewise, she once told me that I was the only 15-year-old, she could stand to be around. When I asked her why, she said it was because I wanted to know everything about the world around me. That I wasn't so pre-occupied with boys, makeup or fashion trends. A freshman at the University of Georgia, Jeanna was 5'4", 130 lbs with long straight brown hair, green eyes and a body that most men found incredible. Given the ease with which I was kidnapped, I hoped my Owner was joking!

Fast forward to the beginning of the third month of my captivity. My symptoms kept on and on... I ate food just to keep nutrients going to the baby I knew was growing inside my belly. Orange Juice became more delicious than I ever knew it to be. While I didn't want to have a child, I felt I owed it the very best chance to survive. It didn't ask to be conceived and I didn't ask to be knocked up, but that doesn't mean that I couldn't rise above my circumstances to be the best mom I could be. However, I wanted REAL FOOD:

a cheeseburger with everything on it: pickles, chili, ketchup, slaw, mustard, onions, mushrooms...et fucking cetera. with greasy-ass fries and a chocolate milkshake! My Owner accepted my mood swings within a certain latitude. I lashed out at him without giving a shit about the consequences. He was either going to kill me or he wasn't. If he wasn't, I was going to bend the hell out of his ear anytime he came near me!...ie: "I wouldn't even BE pregnant if it wasn't for your fucking ass...If you have a problem with my condition and my attitude then look in the goddamn mirror!!".

He pretty much left me alone except to feed me and make certain I was comfortable..

He was actually nice to me during this time. And if he had been this nice at the outset, I might have let him fuck me...Jeez! I didn't recognize myself, I didn't even know the meaning of the word hate until he came along. For those of you that may say I'm contradicting myself, I'm just relaying my exact feelings. A pregnant young woman, especially when she's still in high school, is not exactly the most rational of creatures.

February 2009 ...four months pregnant...

I lay on a mattress in the middle of the floor with my wrists tied behind my back and a ballgag in my mouth. I wasn't caged because of my sensitive condition, but I was still made to understand that I was a captive, even if I wasn't being treated like a sex slave anymore. Early one morning, and I do mean way early, I awoke to the sound of muffled whimpers being carried down the stairs. It reminded me of early October 2008, when I was kidnapped. My heart sunk with fear. Had he carried out his threat to kidnap Jeanna, rape her, and make her...like me??!...a subservient teen slave, good for only being used as a sperm receptacle??!!!



He brought the terrified young woman down and set her her on her feet.

"Say hello to your old friend, Jeanna. It seems you two now have something more in common...". He left the thought hanging in mid air. Jeanna was wearing a nice white blouse with the bottom few buttons unfastened and tied into a knot, denim miniskirt, white ankle socks, and cute white skimmer flats. He shackled her wrists and ankles to the vertical St. Andrew's Cross. He ripped open her blouse and cut off her skirt, bra and panties, leaving her in just her socks and shoes. I can kind of read lips, and he was saying to her that as I am now, she will become. That is to say, enslaved & pregnant...if he didn't kill her first!



He pulled out his penis and proceeded to force it up inside Jeanna's pussy, raping her. The pain and severe emotional shift clearly evident in her eyes and on her face. Having been there, I felt for her. He pulled out and from the juice dripping from her pussy, it was entirely too evident that he had expended himself inside her. Somehow, I couldn't let her wind up like me. She was a new victim, unbroken, and therefore she had hope. Everyday since she had been brought down into slavery, Jeanna was raped and filled with our kidnapper's semen in an attempt to get her pregnant.. However, she wasn't subjected to the same abuses I had been...drugs, whippings, conditioning into a slave mentality. I was also concerned because if he had Jeanna as his new cum slave, what was keeping him from disposing of me...permanently? After a week or so of raping my best friend and ejaculating inside her constantly, I watched in horror, as he dragged her over to one of the stools under a hangman's noose! She shook her head vigorously, her screams of protest muffled by her gag, as he reached for the noose. He pulled her head back, slipped the rope over her head, and tightened it around her neck with the knot positioned on the left side of her head. I later learned this was so she would strangle to a slow and excruciating death, rather than having her neck broken! I wailed in despair because there was nothing I could do to stop what he was going to do to her! He took up on the slack and forced Jeanna to step up onto the stool wearing just her white ankle socks and her shoes. He pulled on the rope even more, tightening the noose and forcing his 17-year-old victim to try to balance unsteadily on the balls of her feet! Jeanna's flats slipped off her heels with her struggles to stay on the stool. If he didn't pull the stool out from under her right away, she would lose her balance within a few minutes and slip off the stool into Death's cold and strangling embrace. Jeanna's tear-filled green eyes widened and her muffled howls of stark terror filled the cellar as he got behind her, grasped the stool and yanked it away. Jeanna dropped slightly as the noose pulled tight into her throat and forced her head to cock to the right. Her throat crushed and constricted entirely closed, Jeanna's eyes bulged and she kicked empty air, in a futile attempt to stand on something and save her life! Her shoes flung off of her kicking feet and her hands, tied together behind her back, struggled and flexed in vain trying to get free of the rope, as she spun slowly around. Every minute that dragged agonizingly by, brought my best friend closer to her death! Jeanna's face soon turned purple and her desperate writhing, waned into twitching and soon ceased altogether. Her eyelids fluttered and began to close and soon her body hung limp, swaying and rotating in a lazy circle. Her bowels and bladder emptied their contents in a humiliating flow of urine and feces, Final proof that my best friend, 17-year-old Jeanna Harrison...was dead!!



"Arielle, my little slut.", he leered. "Now it's your turn to hang by that pretty white neck of yours. Then I'll dump your and Jeanna's dead bodies in the same grave.". Tearfully, I shook in horror. I thought he wanted me to have his baby, but now he was going to... KILL me! I was going to be dead at the tender age of sixteen!!!



He grabbed me dragged me over to the other stool. I screamed into my gag. I was shaking and whimpering, as he slipped the second noose around my neck!. He tightened the rope down until my breathing was ragged. When he pulled on the rope, I had no choice but to step up on the stool. He tied off the rope with no slack left at all. He let me remain flat footed instead of balancing precariously on the balls of my feet like Jeanna had. He tightly tied my feet together. He stepped behind me. I closed my eyes, just knowing this was it!



"I have to go into town.", he said. "I'll be gone about an hour, maybe less. When I get back...I'll hang you!"

"MMMUGHHMM...MMUFFUGHMPPHHHTT!!", I screamed.. He closed the cellar door with an ominous thud and I could hear the key turn in the lock. I stood there in just my thigh-highs and flats with my hands bound behind my back, my ankles tied together, gagged with a noose looped tight around my neck! I moved as little as possible for fear of falling off the stool. I figured I had less than an hour before he came home and killed me!



I still wiggled my hands and discovered something.

My kidnapper had made a mistake. He got complacent and didn't tie me as tightly as he usually did. I was able to eventually free my wrists and get my gag of my mouth. Getting the noose off was a lot more difficult. Because of the tension on the rope, I couldn't just pull it loose. I pulled myself up the rope with a great deal of effort and hooked my legs over a cross-beam. I had a hard time trying to get my fingers in under the noose. I finally worked it loose enough to slip it off my neck, I then climbed down the rope and untied my feet. I padded over to where Jeanna's corpse still dangled from the noose. I kissed my fingers and laid them on her cooling cheek. As quietly as I could, I barred the door with as much shit as I could. Ropes, wood debris, you name it. I heard him walking around upstairs. He was home! My time was up...I had to get out of there! I quickly used chains suspended from the walls and the rafters to make my way to the windows. I kicked the glass revealing the outside world. I tried to get as much glass out as I could, but soon heard my kidnapper beating the door, trying to force it open. I managed to escape, but I was always afraid that he would catch up to me before I could get away. I was naked but got a little ways away. I thought that it may be a good idea to get some rest, camouflage myself and let him look for me farther out than I really was. I settled into a thicket, pulled as much native straw and brush over me as I could, ignoring the pricking of what seemed like a thousand thorns. I laid there hearing him roam around in the dark, looking for me. The beam from his flashlight swept toward me and then away into the distance. His fury was unbelievable and more terrifying than when I was taken captive four and a half months previously. I know for certain that if he had caught me, he would have killed me!



I had friends, the Hells Angels Motorcycle Club, that would see to visiting divine retribution onto the coward that takes little girls, rapes them, gets them pregnant and kills them. I just had to get home and tell my friends Ogre and Slash about what he did to me and where it happened. Destiny and Fate would conspire to see justice done...for me and for Jeanna.

Naked, except for my skimmer flats, I made my way to the main road. I followed it for a few miles and followed the exit ramp onto the highway, where I was picked up by the Virginia State Police. Wrapped up in a blanket and drinking hot chocolate, I answered some questions and pretended to be too shocked and uncertain to give an accurate description as to where I had been held. Eventually, I was released to my parents, who came up to get me. Mom & Dad took me home, glad to the heavens that I was alive. It didn't matter to them that I was four months pregnant.

After three weeks of being laid up at home and home schooled by a tutor and with my mother fawning over me, which was nice to say the least, I started feeling closed in. I had to get out, if for no other reason than to get some new maternity clothes. My belly seemed to be swelling at an exponential rate. To this day, I can't watch "Aliens" without thinking of my swollen tummy. Mom and I drove to Augusta Mall to shop for what I needed...and wanted. Hey, I figured I earned it :)



I went out to get some air. amd heard the rumble of a Harley Davidson behind me.

"Yo chicky chick!". I whirled around with my Dad's .357 Magnum leveled at the offending party. I just as quickly raised it, not wanting to shoot my friend, Ogre.



Ogre is 43 years old, former US Army Special Forces and a Hells Angel. He has a warped sense of humor and if you cross him...well, I wouldn't want to be that poor fucked soul.

"Whoa!... Welcome home girl! We wondered what happened to you."

"It's a long and ugly story, Ogre", I said.

"Long enough to explain your belly?"

At that point, I broke down and told him everything.

The look of pure rage and murder in his eyes told me everything I needed to know.

"Arielle.", he said in the gravest of tones. "I'll pick you up at 7:00 tonight. You need to tell this to my brothers. I'm too furious! I can't..."

He was shaking with the most frightening rage I'd ever seen. It made me cringe inside, and I was the one holding a .357 Magnum.



I told Mom & Dad that at 7pm I was going with Ogre, a Hells Angel to their clubhouse, to speak about what happened to me. I'm not sure if they allowed me to go because the Hells Angels have a reputation that you don't want to cross them, or because they'll probably be more effective than traditional law enforcement...the Hells Angels don't follow any rules but their own.



At the Hell's Angels clubhouse, I was standing in front of some of the sweetest and most dangerous men in Society, telling what had happened to me. Besides Ogre, about 7 of the 40 or so gathered there knew me. Even if that weren't the case, Ogre had enough clout...and the Angels don't take too kindly to teenage girls being fucked with. By the time I had finished telling what had happened to me, the few Hells Angels that didn't want to kill someone, had tears of hatred in their eyes.



Ogre and Slash asked me if I could pinpoint where I had been held. I said I was reasonably sure I could, as I tried to make sure of my surroundings when I had to escape and leave Jeanna behind. Google Maps is a great resource.

A few phone calls were made, and in a few days, over 300 Hells Angels were mobilized for a thundering deployment, the likes of which would make Satan snap to attention, salute and back away. I wanted to go and watch what was going to happen...but I was told that it wasn't going to be pretty, and certainly not for a little girl's eyes.

DAMMIT!!!...



Ogre said he would give me the details when they got back. I hugged him and then watched the wrath of Hell thunder forward into battle.



I walked into my house smiling with a satisfaction that is rarely achieved. Mom & Dad just noticed and said nothing until the next day, where I told them only the basics...that there wouldn't be enough of the man who kidnapped me to fill a Ziploc bag.........