Her boss will own her for three years.

The dice stopped on a 3 and a 5.

"Your teacher or boss," showed above the first die and the words "Three years" appeared above the second.

"Your boss, Jack Hampton, will take ownership of you, Alison Hart, for a period of three years."

As Ali gaped, the words faded away to show a full page of text. The whole screen looked like a legal document. Squinting, Ali was able to make out little bits of the tiny print on her screen. It looked like some kind of **** contract! It had all of her real personal information on it, and her actual signature at the bottom. Her boss's name appeared alongside hers, complete with his real signature as well, one she'd seen countless times on various office paperwork.

"What the fuck!?" Ali jumped out of her chair. "This is... what the fuck!"

Her printer shot out a copy of the document, and if the screen was to be believed, her boss was receiving an identical copy of the signed document.

Ali's eyes were huge as her heart raced in her chest. This didn't make any sense. How could a stupid web site pull a stunt like this? She'd be humiliated. Oh, this was embarrassing. Too much to bear. She couldn't take this.

She paced around in front of the printer while it finished printing the dense legal document before realizing that the monitor was doing something again.

Rolling more dice.

A 5 and a 4.

"You will be shipped to your new owner in a wooden box. Accessories to include one ballgag, handcuffs on wrists and ankles, a blindfold, and plenty of tape as needed to keep you secure."

That would have been shocking enough, considering the document currently pouring out of her computer but just then she heard a thud in the next room. Running to see what could make such a racket at four in the morning, she discovered a large wooden box. Worse, lying atop the box was a ballgag, two pairs of handcuffs, a blindfold, and a large roll of tape.

Ali backed away from the box. "N-no way. This has to be some kind of dream, right?"

The light from her computer flickered distractingly and she turned to see what it had in store for her next.

"How often will you be used? Multiple times a day."

"Where will he use you? At his place and outside as well."

"Who will use you as a toy? Your owner and occasionally a friend of his."

"Will he release you as agreed? ..."

The die for that last one was still rolling. Ali fixed all her attention on that one spinning die. She didn't even notice that the box had quietly opened behind her.

Just as the die stopped spinning, her world went dark as the blindfold slipped over her eyes. She cried out in surprise raising her hands. But a ballgag stuffed itself between her teeth and her hands encountered a mess of tape encircling her body.

There was no struggle.

The items closed down around Ali before she even knew she was in danger, pulling her backwards into the box, which nailed itself shut. She was bound with her knees to her chest, arms cuffed behind her back and ankles cuffed together. Tape encircled her from ankle to shoulder in the dark. The interior of the box was padded so she couldn't even make enough noise to be heard from outside.

The girl pulled uselessly against her bonds for less than a minute before she gave up completely. There would be no way out of the box. Everything was as the web site had said. At this point she could only hope to be delivered quickly to her new owner so he could let her out again. At least the gag featured a little straw and, somehow, a water supply. She'd survive.

Helpless and exhausted, and without anything else to do, it didn't take long for her to fall asleep.