Oh don't worry…" he said, squeezing Viny's shoulder reassuringly as the captive woman gave a muffled groan of fear. "I'm not going to kill you. I think I'm going to keep you for myself…"

Albert chuckled, as Viny's eyes grew wide in shock and fear. The young woman shut her eyes and shook her head, grunting into her gag. There was no way she was going to be his slave! "Oh yes," the older man said, running his hands over his captive's body. "I'm going to have so much fun with you!" Viny squirmed, but she was helpless in her bonds as the slaver felt her up.

"Hey!" The other man, Steve, called from up front, interrupting Albert. "We're here." A second later, Viny felt the van come to a halt.

"Right." Albert said, reaching over and opening the side door. As he did, Viny smelled salt water and heard the sound of gulls. They were near the coast! "Let's do this." Albert said. He set her down on the floor of the van, and crawled over to the large box with the money. Steve got out of the driver's seat and came around.

Viny squirmed, helpless on the floor of the van, as the two men quickly split the money, $25 million, into two equal halves. "I still think I ought to get a little more." Steve said. He gestured over at Viny. "I mean, seeing as how you get her as well."

Albert shrugged. "Come on Steve, you want a girl to keep you company, you can get a girl. It's not like you don't know how."

Steve threw up his hands. "Fine. Good luck man!"

Albert nodded. "You too." As Steve stuffed his half of the cash into a large duffel bag, Albert stripped out of his stolen policeman's uniform, and put on shorts and a t-shirt, setting a baseball cap on his head. "Come on. It's time for us to get going." He said, grabbing Viny. She struggled against the tight straps holding her in bondage, but Albert had no trouble manhandling her out of the van. He set down her down on the sand, as he began packing up his money.  

Grunting with the exertion, Viny struggled onto her knees. Looking around, the young woman saw Steve had parked by a small, isolated cove. A small, rickety wooden pier extended out into the blue water. Tied at the end of the pier was a large yacht, bobbing slightly with the tide. Not the largest she'd seen, but still oceangoing.
"Alright." Albert said, shouldering the backpack with his money. He turned and waved as Steve got back in the van and drove back up the road. When the vehicle was out of sight, he turned his attention back to the young woman. She squealed as he picked her up and threw her over one shoulder, grunting softly. Viny whimpered, unable to do anything more than squirm, as she was carried down the pier and onto the boat.

"One more thing…" Albert said, as he carried her below decks and set her down on a small couch. From the backpack, he produced a padded, leather blindfold. Viny groaned as he slipped it over her eyes, leaving her in darkness. She heard him walk away, then a couple minutes later felt the boat begin to move, heading out to sea…


Albert raised the lip of the beer bottle to his mouth and took a long swig. He lay back on a lawn chair, enjoying the feel of the midday sun on his skin. He was dressed casually, in old worn shorts and a faded t-shirt. Three weeks in, and the former slaver was enjoying his retirement thoroughly.

Glancing over, Albert smiled, as his watched his slave, Viny, hanging a bundle of laundry out to dry. His laundry, the young woman didn't have much need for clothes. The former secret agent stood on tiptoes, giving Albert a good look at her nude body, as she pinned sheets to the clothes line, her movements hampered somewhat by the leather cuffs locked around her hands and feet.  

Albert downed the last of his beer just as Viny hung the last sheet up. "Slave!" He grunted, holding up his bottle. Keeping her head bowed low, Viny shuffled over to where her master was reclining, and took the empty bottle. "Bring me another beer," He ordered, "and when you're finished, you can start cooking dinner." Albert's dinner, of course; Viny would get a miserable meal of tasteless gruel, before she was locked in her cage for the night.

"Right away, master." Viny said, softly, turning to the back door of the house.  

"And hurry! I'm thirsty!" Albert said, playfully slapping his slave across her naked buttocks. He chuckled to himself as the younger woman jumped, giving an indignant squeal, and shuffled to the house, shackles rattling loudly. Much as she might want to do otherwise, the captive girl had no choice but to obey. Locked around her neck was a thick, leather shock collar. On the table next to Albert was the remote that went with it. With just the push of a button, the cruel man could punish, or even kill Viny, should she fail to obey his every whim.

That was just one of the many "toys" Albert had found, stored away in the basement of the house. His new retirement home was an old safe house, the slavers had used in the past. By luck, the police had over looked it when they were rounding up Albert's old coworkers. It was perfect for his needs; out of the way, isolated. There wasn't much in the way of entertainment out here, but that was what his slave was for.

A moment later, the young woman returned, an open bottle balanced on the tray in her tightly shackled hands. The slave shuffled over to her master and knelt, offering it to Albert. Though she kept her head bowed low, like a good slave, Albert could see the revolted expression on her face. It was obvious, she didn't care much for him. Albert chuckled, grabbing the bottle from her. Like he cared what a lowly slave thought…


"Alright, slave!" Albert said, shutting the cage door with a reassuringly solid clank. "You stay in there like a good girl, and when I get back, I'll let you get out and walk around a bit."

Inside, Viny could only groan, softly, in reply. A large rubber plug was lodged in her mouth, straining the young woman's jaws. She wore a thick leather hood, laced tight, stretching the material tight across her face. The metal cage was small enough, Viny was forced to kneel on the hard concrete floor, curled into a ball. Albert had switched out her usual metal shackles for coils and coils of rope. With skill gained from decades in the slaving business, Albert had lashed her arms and legs in unyielding tightness, until his slave could only wiggle, helplessly, as he locked the cage door.

Turning, Albert headed for the stairs, passing by the row of identical cages lining the basement dungeon. Back when they were still in business, Albert and his partners kept those cages filled with frightened young women, waiting to be sold and begin their new lives as slaves. He grinned, remembering the old days gone by.

Albert shut and locked and basement door. In the garage, he started up the battered old car he'd bought. Much as he hated it, the one disadvantage of the house's isolation was the trouble getting supplies out here. The nearest town was a forty-five minute drive away. Albert hated leaving Viny by herself in the house for a minute, much less for three or four hours, but he didn't have a choice. He knew not to under estimate the former agent. If she was ever going to try and escape, it would be now.

"Well," He thought to himself, as he drove towards town. "I'll just have to be careful, is all." He knew he'd taken every precaution he could think of. There was no way she was going to escape…


Viny groaned into her gag, as she strained her body to the limit, pulling against the tight ropes cutting into her naked skin. Sweat poured off of the young woman as she struggled hard as she could against her bondage. She chewed, angrily on the large rubber plug filling her mouth. After a moment, Viny gasped, and slumped back down again, panting for breath. It took her a few minute to catch her breath. The tight leather hood she wore was designed to make any sort of physical activity difficult for the victim, by limiting the air she could breathe.

None the less, Viny grinned, as she sucked in air as quickly as she could. She hadn't shown much progress the last half hour, but now, the ropes binding her were definitely beginning to loosen. She was almost there. With another groan, the agent went to work again, squirming in the cage. After some straining and searching, her slender fingers found a knot. With grim determination, Viny went to work, picking at it. Several times, the captive woman lost hold of the rope and had to feel around for the knot again, but eventually, her efforts were rewarded as the knot came loose. As she slumped back down, gasping for breath, Viny felt the ropes constricting her begin to ease off.

For the next hour, Viny worked, steadily loosening the ropes and untying every knot her fingers could reach. At long last, Viny was able to slip her hands free from their bondage. Untying the rest of the ropes was a simple matter after that. With more than a little relief, Viny unlaced the leather hood and pulled it off. Viny's face and hair were drenched in sweat from being confined so long. The dungeon air felt cold against her wet face.

"ugghh…" Viny grunted, as she unbuckled her gag and slipped the large rubber plug out, along with a good amount of drool. She opened and shut her mouth, trying to work some life into her sore jaws. Her entire body ached. This was the first time Viny wasn't bound in some way in over a month. But she wasn't free yet…

Quickly, Viny palmed the small, metal nail, she'd managed to slip into the cell, and went to work picking the lock. This was the moment she'd been waiting for. Over a month of cruel bondage and abuse, waiting for her captor to lower his guard enough to let her sneak something she could use to pick the lock into her cage. Now that she had, Viny didn't intend to waste her one chance at freedom.

"Click!" A smile spread across Viny's face as the cell door popped open. The young woman climbed out of the cage. Hurriedly, she made her way to the basement door. It was locked too, but the wood door was much less sturdy then a metal cage and a couple solid kicks from the agent broke it open.

Viny shivered, as she cautiously crept down the hallway. She had no idea when Albert would be back, or even if he was already back! This was her one chance at escape. She knew, if he recaptured her, the cruel man would never let his guard down around her again. Viny might spend the rest of her life his slave! With that threat hanging over her head, the young woman made her way to the kitchen.

Viny's blood boiled as she passed by the table, remembering all the nights she'd been forced to wait on her "master", to say nothing of what happened had usually come after words… Putting aside those thoughts, Viny grabbed the largest knife from the kitchen counter. In the distance, she heard the sound of her kidnapper's car pulling up to the driveway.

Viny smiled, shifting the knife into a combat grip, all her training coming back to the young woman. She was looking forward to this…