I moan into my gag and struggle against my restraints, my mind panicking as I hear my kidnapper speak to someone on his mobile. 

"Yeah, I got another slave for shipping and training, I think he'll do well at auction." He is going to be selling me to slavers? Everything is going as planned. I knew exactly who he was when he asked me out on a date, I knew what his plans were for me, what he does to his dates, how he makes his money. Ever since I can remember I've always wanted to be kidnapped and enslaved, to be kept in chains, to be fucked without consent, to be tortured and beaten, to be caged like an animal, to have no rights and dignity, to be humiliated and degraded, to have no freedom or choice. I unfortunately struggled to find anyone who would allow me to live out my deepest fantasies, the desire only growing and growing, building to an insane craving, I'd do anything to fulfill my true destiny. Then I finally met him, someone who could give me everything I've always wanted. 

Now though as my fantasies are finally becoming an all to real reality, one with no way out, part of me is scared, fearful about my future, concerned about what will be done to me, what my captors will do to me. My mind only now asking rational questions, ones I'd ignored as I became obsessed with achieving my ultimate goal of becoming a slave. I begin to genuinely struggle against my restraints, all to late realising the terrible situation that I've willingly placed myself into, my cock straining in its cage as I panic, it's keys stupidly left at home, never to be reclaimed or used, I'd locked it on to add to the excitement, only now realising that it truly won't ever come off again. 

I moan as my date gently caresses my vulnerable naked and bound body, smiling down at my cruelly, enjoying my futile struggling, my helpless pleading eyes, looking at me like a piece of meat, his sadistic eyes clearly wishing to cause me harm. Is this how everyone will look at me from know on? The feeling makes my heart race but I somehow also enjoy it, part of me still craves this, part of me still wants this, part of me wants him to make me scream, to make me struggle, to make me submit. 

"We have a bit of time before you are picked up, how about I check out the merchandise." He grins at me, his cock hard underneath his clothes. My heart races in fear and dread as I hear him calmly walk around my helpless body and undo his belt, unable to fight back as he slowly climbs over me. I cry out into my gag as his cock roughly and uncaringly slams into my ass, forcing himself deep inside me, fucking me hard and deep, ignoring my pain, cries and struggling, giving me a preview of what my fate is, how I will be treated for the rest of my life, the life I chose, whether I still want it or not.