Chapter VI.

As the hours go by you just sit there.

You should be angry. Afraid. Desperate. But you are neither. You discovered porn in your teens, and from the very first search this is the kind of stuff you sought out. You imagined yourself kidnapped and enslaved so many times, everything just blurs together. And now that it happened in real life... It feels normal.

You are aroused. Perhaps more than you've ever been. Your only concern is the long term. Spending months, years, perhaps decades, in a cage, pleasing whoever happens to own you. Thanks to modern technology, and the gene therapy that everyone is subjected at birth, humans can live and stay young for hundreds of years. You imagine you would get free eventually. Or perhaps you will get killed. Or perhaps you won't and stay a slave for centuries.

"Ship is on auto pilot now," you can hear the man say after he climbed down the ladder that leads inside the cargo hold.

"Come on, you don’t have to be scared: We are just going to play a little," he adds. His hand moves down to your neck, then finally to your breasts, two of his fingers locked onto one of your erect nipples.

"Mhmm!!!" you groan as he increases the pressure, both of your arms tensing against the material. You don't want him to realize how much you enjoy this. Instead your prefer playing the stubborn one.

"You can’t do anything, can you?" he asks. You shake your head.

"Mhmmmm!!!" you groan again as he increases the pressure.

He twists his fingers on your nipple, the pressure maintained, and you continue to nod.

"You know what? Let’s put these into words," he says, and he unlocks your ballgag with his other hand. A trail of saliva leaving your mouth as the ballgag departs your lips. "What are you, Kira?"

"I’m a slave," you answer. But that makes for another twist. "I’m a slave, Master!"

"Whos slave are you?" he asks.

"I’m your slave, Master!" you say aloud.

"Say that again," he instructs you.

"I’m your slave, Master!" you say aloud.

"Again," he says.

"I’m your slave, Master!" you say aloud.

"And for the fourth time," he says.

"I’m your slave, Master!" you say aloud.

"Good," he says, and he finally lets go of your nipple, a rush of pain getting to you instead of the relief you expected. The cage's door is unlocked. You are escorted outside, then he bends you down, legs spread.

"Ahhhhhh!!!" you exhale as he enters you. Your body betrays you once more. You aimed to play the tough one. But now he knows.

"See: You were born for this role!" he says. After a couple strokes he makes you go down on your knees. Then without warning his cock is inserted in your mouth.

He keeps fucking your mouth until he is done, his semen sprayed all over your mouth and tounge.

"What do we say now?" Mr. Garcia asks.

"Thank you, Master!" you say aloud.

"That’s right," he says, his fingers placed inside your mouth so you could lick your shower from them. "Your are mine now. And you will remain mine for a very long time, darling."

He gives you a bit of time so you could get rid of your wastes. You get some food. A bit of walk to stretch your legs. After that you are locked back in the cage, this time with a hood wrapped around your head.

"I will be back in a few hours. Then we will have some more fun!" he says, and he leaves you alone with your thoughts.