Arianna stretched as she entered her house, the afternoon sun still in the sky.  Was she supposed to be in class?  Sure.  However, Mr. Johnson, while fairly handsome for a man in his fifties, was known by the girls for being a bit of a perv.  Nothing that could get him in trouble, but he rubbed the girls the wrong way.  No, her softball team was putting on a charity dinner tonight, so instead she had come home early.

The latina was gorgeous, she didn't really flaunt that, but her deep brown body was athletic and fit.  With a slim figure, nice athletic legs, and a good, but not absurdly sized bust.  She made heads turn when she went out for a run, when she did that her long brown hair had to be tied into a ponytail compared to how it fell down her back now.  She wore yoga pants that showed off her immaculately sculpted rear and thighs.  Her beautiful face nicely framed by her hair and almond eyes.  She took off her hoodie and tossed it into a chair, showing off her pink tanktop.

She didn't notice anything at first, a bit puzzled why all the doors along the hall with all her family's bedrooms where open.  She still didn't think much of it as she turned into her own bedroom.  A shame, she was actually very intelligent.  In many ways she was the complete package.  Gorgeous, smart, she cared for people, often volunteering at her church's volunteer services.  Unfortunately for her a cruel fate was about to befall her.

As she turned into her room there was a man to the right of the door, going through her drawers as they saw each other.  Arianna's eyes went wide, her heart fluttering for a moment as she sensed danger.  The man, he wore a cap but he looked fit, strong, and hard, also was surprised, but pleasantly so.  

Arianna immediately turned to run out of the room, to run out of the house.  To scream and shout for help.  “Oh no you dont sweetheart!”  The robber said, grabbing her wrist and yanking her back.  “No we dont need a pretty girl like you getting in the way of my plans.”  He said as Arianna gasped as she was yanked back, stumbling to the ground.

“Aghh!  Get off of me!  Please!  Just get off of me and I wont call the policmmmphhh.”  She moaned in fear as she was pushed on her stomach on the floor, his hand clamped firmly over her mouth.  The man put his weight on her back and she soon heard duct tape being ripped as she felt it wrapped around her wrists as he finally pulled his hand away from her mouth.  “Wait stop, you dont have to tie me up!”  She said in a panic.

The man chuckled.  “Oh hush beautiful.”  He said, slapping her rear as he said this.  Making her yelp and shiver in fear.  He looked her over, appreciating how she looked in those pants.  He felt himself quickly becoming hard.  He had intended on getting in and out quickly, but if a girl as beautiful as this poor teen wanted to walk in on him then he wouldn't complain at all.  “Dont fight back and you'll live and I'll be out of here soon with some valuables.”  He said smirking.  “Got it?  Got it!”  He said yanking back on her silky brown hair.

Arianna gasped, tears in her eyes.  “Got it!”



“Got it, sir!”  He said, still holding her hair.  



“Got it sir!”  She replied, starting to sob.  Her sobbing continued as he held her hair and ran his other hand along her yoga pant clad legs before giving her rear another firm smack and a grope.  “Please.”  She moaned in desperate fear.

He yanked her hair again.  “Shut up.”  He muttered as he gave her rear another slap.



“Yes sir.”  She sobbed.

He smiled.  “Good response.”  He said, taping her elbows together, painfully tight as she moaned in pain and fear.  He then did the same to her knees and ankles.  “Up you go senorita.”  He said pulling her onto the bed.  He then wrapped duct tape around her face, silencing her.”



She continued to sob.  “Mmmph.”  She moaned.  “Mmphhhieee!”  She yelped as he pulled up her shirt and slapped her belly hard.  He loved how it was soft and smooth, yet still toned and athletic, with a deep and round navel.  He rubbed her belly for a second, making Arianna's heart race.  She saw his eyes, knew what he was thinking.  She was terrified and sobbing, sadly for her the fate she feared would soon become her life.

He went to her bag, pulling out her wallet and school id.  “Arianna huh?  Generic High.  Obviously latina.  A smoking hot latin teen?  My lucky day my friend will love you!”  He sat down on the bed and pulled out his phone.  “Over here gorgeous.”  He said mockingly as he pulled her brown body into his lap.  She closed her eyes, shaking as she could feel how hard his was, poking from his jeans into her bottom through her thin yoga pants.  Then he ran his hand underneath her pink tank top, rubbing her belly for a moment and groping a firm and round breast.  Her eyes went wide as this point, sharply inhaling as her blood ran cold.  



“Mmmphhessmph.”  She moaned in fear.

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He just rubbed her belly and squeezed her breast harder.  “Shut, up, senorita.  Unless you want me to introduce you to this racist as hell militia I know!  Yeah, I know this was just suppose to be a robbery, but lets just say I know how to make so much more money.  And all I need is you.”  He said smiling.  Her eyes just stayed wide in terror.  He made a call, still feeling up her torso as he did so.  “Hey Archer, yeah, yeah its me Sam.  Yeah I got a young and beyond gorgeous latina brand merchandise for my favorite Draconian.”



Arianna straightened her back now.  She knew that word, what it meant.  Dracon.  The nation of slavers and slaves.  The nation that everyone knew had kidnapped and no doubt enslaved over three-hundred girls from Daphne Alba Academy.  A nation that every disappearance of a pretty girl was blamed for.  Now she was tied up, helpless at the hands of a robber, terrified as she knew what was coming.  “Noommphh!  Noommphesss!  Phessmphieeee!”  She begged, shaking her head as the man laughed, before slapping her belly hard and painfully and her pulled her back by her throat.

“Yeah thats her.”  He said laughing.  “Now senorita, shut up!  Struggling wont help.  Archer here is a Draconian I know.  I wasn't lying, you'll live, and I'm leaving here with some valuables.  And youre the most valuable thing here sweetheart.”  He said with a laugh as he felt her up.  “Yeah she seems sensitive to pain.”  He said, slapping her belly again, another yelp.  “Yeah you like that Arch?  Beautiful cry I know, will be even better once we introduce her to the whip at the safehouse.”  Arianna gasped down air through her nose at this point, terrified and sobbing.  “Yeah, we'll haggle once I get her there, thanks Archer.”  He said hanging up.

Arianna shook her head.  “Noommph!”



The man just enjoyed her squirming, her ass moving, basically giving him a lap dance.  “Yeah, struggle, the Draconians like that.  More fun to break you that way.”  He said chuckling.  Both hands went underneath her tanktop, tearing it apart, leaving her in her bra as he ran his hands over her luscious skin.  “Oh yes!  Oh yes you will sell incredibly well.”  He said laughing.  “Oh dont cry senorita.  I mean, I'm taking you to be sold as a sex slave in a country that loves torturing pretty American teens like yourself but- well.  Well I'll be making a lot of money in return for your holes.”  He said, reaching into her yoga pants and grabbing her, making her yelp and try to stand up.  “Oh wow, a reaction like that, you must be a virgin.  Well. Are you?”  He asked yanking back her hair.

She nodded as she closed her eyes.  “Essmmphh!”  She cried out as the man released her hair to grope both her breasts roughly through her bra.  She sobbed, she knew now the horror that was in her future, and if she was sold to Dracon she would be nothing but a sex slave to be tortured and used constantly.  She had waited for the right man, now-”



The robber said it for her.  “Yeah, saw some of your church stuff.  Goody-two-shoes girl waiting for the right man huh?  Well, turns out the right man is going to be whoever buys your sweet ass at auction!”  He said laughed as he stood up, pushing her face down on the ground.  She gasped and sobbed, desperately trying to find a way out, but realizing her only hope was for someone to come home.  But she was back from school early, she was going to meet her parents and sister at the charity dinner that evening.  Her parents heading straight from work, her sister coming there from college.

Her fate was sealed.  And she knew it.

She tried to buck, plead as the man smiled and slowly pulled off her yoga pants as though he was unwrapping a present.  Smiling as she struggled, harshly slapping her rear and thighs as she struggled, tearing and pulling away the pants and the knees and ankles until they were tatters.  More stockings than pants.  She sobbed as he ran his hands up her legs, squeezing her ass.  “Well while its a shame I'll want to hold off on some things, at least it will raise your price even more senorita!”  He said laughing as he yanked her up, she sobbed and pleaded as he did this.  “Wanted to show you something!”  He said, pulling her over to her vanity.

“Nommpmhphe!”  She pleaded.

He smirked.  "That's right senorita, take a good look at this room cause it's gonna be the last time you ever see it! We're gonna take you to a new home, one where you really belong. To think a hot piece of ass like you was going to go to college and get some ridiculous degree in psychology? Talk about a waste. Good thing I came along, the Draconians will straighten you out, don't you worry SLAVE. You'll get what's coming to you. You'll spend the rest of your cute little life as a slave serving in some whorehouse on the other side of the world."

Her heart was racing as he dragged her, her legs jello.  She wanted to throw up in fear as she hyperventilated, sobbing.  Trying to find a way out from this fate, but her fate was sealed.  She screamed, sobbing, her cheeks tear stained now.

The robber just smiled.  “Yeah, went through your mail when I got home, look at this letter!”  He said mockingly as he picked up a piece of paper.  “To Miss Arianna Mamasita, after analyzing your resume; and looking over your volunteer work, grades, and interview, we are excited to offer you a slot in our upcoming collegiate class!  We look forward to you joining our university, and have included the scholarship below to help facilitate your arrival.”  The robber shook his head.  “Pathetic.  A smoking senorita like you shouldn't be learning and thinking yourself high and mighty.  No, this body's proper place is getting railed and abused.  To good of a body to waste on you seeking things like a 'career', no, your career should be as a slave.  Your education should be you on your knees, bent over, and screaming in agony.”  He ran his hands over her body as he pocketed the letter and her school ID.  “Fortunately for you, I was here.”  He said, licking her tears stained cheeks, she tried to pull away, so he slapped her belly and the her rear.  “Wont be able to do that anymore slave!  You don't own this hot body anymore, your new Master will.”



Arianna just sobbed as she was dragged out of her room, he played with her body, rubbing it, licking it, kissing it.  Kissing her belly and sending his tongue into her navel as she sobbed and took deep breaths.  He took her around the house, wanting her to look one last time at every room, at pictures of her family.  He assured her it would be the last time.

Then he put her on her mother's bed.  Laying on top of her as he felt her up, rubbing on her as she felt her handsome but cruel enslaver shudder.  Then on her mother's bed he put her in a horrifically tight hogtie, and then into a bag.  As he zipped it up he looked at her with a cruel grin on his face.

“Enjoy the two hour ride, going to get very hot in there for you!”

And it was, by the time they got to the safehouse, by the time she was dumped out into a basement dungeon from her nightmares, well, she was beyond drenched in sweat.  The humid and hot bag and painful hogtie she thought was bad enough, but as two handsome but cruel faces leered down at her, one her enslaver, the other a Draconian who would soon arrange her sell; well, soon she would miss the bag.  For her future just became worse and worse.

She didn't deserve it; she was kind, sweet, charitable.  A smart and athletic girl with a bright future.  Now she was well on her way to becoming just another slave in Dracon.  As far as they concerned; her proper place.