I groan awake, feeling the air moving over my naked body. Where am I? The last thing I remember is walking home and the van pulling up alongside me, and, oh shit. I panic and try to move only to find my hands are tightly tied behind me and my mouth is gagged, preventing any cries for help.

I jump as I hear the sound of a door open and fear grips me as a large man walks over to me with a disturbing smile. He says something in a language that I don't know, I was never good at foreign languages in school and failed every class, for all I know he could be speaking French or Russian or Japanese or Egyptian or Latin or Klingon, I have no idea. He effortlessly lifts me to my feet and starts to guide me outside and into the bright sunlight.

I feel helpless, vulnerable and exposed as the air flows over my skin, reminding me of how much trouble I'm in. I look around trying to figure out where I am but recognise nothing, I have no idea where in the world I am or where to go for safety. There must be police station or embassy somewhere though, maybe if I can get to there I will be safe.

I'm suddenly pushed into a wall and watch as my captor looks around a corner. Seeing my opportunity I run in the other direction, quickly hearing his voice shouting something at me, probably demanding that I stop, I feel fear and adrenaline kick in and my legs move faster and my bare feet ignore the pain of the hard floor, as I run around corners in a blind panic, weaving in and out of allys and roads trying to lose my captor, while also not being noticed streaking by the locals.

Exhausted and breathing hard around my gag I crouch on my tired legs, their muscles burning, silently hiding behind a dumpster, hoping that I've lost my persuader and not sure if I can manage to run away again if I haven't. I pull on the rope around my wrists but the bindings stay firm, leaving my arms tied behind my back. Every now and then I peak out around the bin, I have no idea how long it has been or where I am. As I try to get my bearings I need to come up with a plan, I need to find somewhere safe, like a police station but how do I communicate? Even if I wasn't gagged I still can't speak the language. Although I'm sure that my current state would explain my situation somewhat.

As I begin to calm down slightly I notice something that I hadn't before in all the chaos. Looking down I see something shiny locked around my crouch, what the fuck is it? I'm betting that my captor has the key to it, I hope that it's not something painful. As my mind thinks about the strange device locked over my cock it begins to twitch, as it tries to harden I'm met with an uncomfortable crushing feeling, oh god I can't get hard in this thing. A new fear fills my mind as I realise my fate is worse than I thought. Not to mention that with this device locked on me it looks more like I'm just playing some sort of kinky game or something, will the authorities even take me seriously and how embarrassing would it be for them to see me stuck in this thing?

I freeze in terror as I hear footsteps walking down the alleyway towards me. Has he found me? What will he do to me when he finds me? I relax slightly as I hear the bin lid lift up and a heavy bag be thrown in, it's just a local. Not wantimg to be seen naked in public by strangers, I stay absolutely still as I hear them turn and walk away. My heart beats fast as they suddenly stop and turn, their slow footsteps echoing in my ears as they make their way around the bin and come into view.

I try to speak to him through my gag, hoping that he'd understand. He looks down at me confused and then looks back up the alleyway and then back at me. He steps closer and takes off his jacket, placing it over my shoulders and doing it up, giving me some modesty and making me relax slightly, he seems like a nice man. His arm gently wraps around mine and he guides me up, his unknown words sound kind as he walks me towards a door and opens it, maybe he wants to help me. I feel him gently push into my back and with no better options I walk into the building, the door quickly closing and locking behind me.

Epilogue:

My chains rattle as I move, I have to get the house clean before my master returns, failure would mean punishment, one that I would rather avoid, he can be quite brutal when angered. It's been several years since I escaped from my kidnappers and was found by my now master. He never helped me or reported me to the authorities, he instead decided to keep me as his personal slave, both domestic and sexual. I still don't know the language well, I'm never allowed to speak, my opinion never wanted or understood, my gag only removed when I'm needed to suck his cock, drink his piss, lick his ass and feet and when I'm feed, which is not every day, or given water. I have picked up a few words, mainly orders like tidy, suck and bend over, everything else I guess and hope that I get correct, if I don't obey his instructions he beats me, either with his bare hands or the cane or locks me into a small cramped cage for 24 hours. If I'm good however I get fed and I'm allowed to sleep in my master's bed, which is better than the cage, even if I do have to suck his cock in the morning and be fucked in the ass. Of cause my master has never tried to learn how to speak to me, he expects me to learn basic commands in his language, he is to busy being free and doesn't want to waste time.

In my years of slavery I haven't been given any clothes or been out of bondage, always naked and bound in some way, and never allowed to leave the house, my new home and prison. Of cause having never had the keys, my chastity cage is still locked on my now very full and swollen balls, my cock constantly dripping and straining, especially when thinking of my master or serving him, my only form of relief being when my master roughly fucks my ass, which is most days.

As I continue to clean something catches my eye, master left his morning newspaper on the table. I have no idea what the words say but the photo has a familiar looking face on it, the man who captured me and I'd run away from was in the newspaper. I'm guessing that he has been arrested. I wonder if I'd had stayed with him would I be free now, would I have been found and rescued? I doubt I'd have gone through much differently in terms of treatment but at least I would have eventually been able to go back to my old life. As I think about it though part of me isn't sure if that's really what I want anymore, life here isn't all bad, so long as I behave I actually have things pretty good, food, shelter, someone to care for me. What am I thinking? I'm a slave trapped in a house all the time, lost in an unknown country. Why wouldn't I want to go home to my old life? I push both sets of thoughts to the back of my mind, I need to focus on finishing my chores before master returns.

I suddenly hear the front door unlocking and quickly hurry over to it and kneel obediently as it opens. Closing the door my master smiles down at me and undoes my gag. Understanding what he wants of me I unzip his trousers and take his cock into my mouth, as I do my own cock strains once again in its prison and thoughts of freedom fade from my mind, replaced with the need to earn my reward later in bed, as I am lost to my lust and submission.