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"You are no longer human beings, you are property. "Do I need to stop here for a moment to let you have a good cry, Professor? Your companion already had hers while you were asleep. The man paused again to let this sink in. He stopped talking for a moment and she heard him light a cigarette. "Let me explain the situation to both of you," he said. She realized the man was pacing back and forth. It sounded like leather soles on a concrete floor. She heard soft footsteps in front of her. She just needed to bide her time and stay alive until she could be found. By now, they would have called the police. She knew her husband and family would be looking for her. Maybe they could overpower this man and get out of this nightmare. Your bodies will get well-acquainted with each other soon enough." You will have a companion on the journey to your knew life. "Ah, I see you have heard our guest, Professor," said the voice softly. Yes, there was definitely someone sobbing softly in the room. The professor turned her head and cocked an ear. That was when she heard someone whimpering. She sat still and listened carefully to her surroundings. After a few minutes, her mind began to clear. The professor focused on her breathing and made a concerted effort to fight down the panic. She smelled urine and realized she had wet herself. Just a summer skirt and blouse, but they both felt intact. Hours? Days? She wondered suddenly if she had been raped while she was unconscious, then realized she could still feel her clothes on her body. Someone must have spiked her drink, then gotten her in to a car. She began to assess her situation as dispassionately as possible. She took three deep, calming breaths and tried to focus her senses. She realized she was hyperventilating inside her hood and concentrated on slowing her breathing. The professor tried to pull herself together. "Calm down and stay down," said the voice more curtly now. She felt a strong hand pushing down on the top of her head and she immediately became still.
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She tried to rise, then realized her ankles were cuffed together. I'm not going to harm you if you cooperate," said the same voice soothingly. She heard herself grunting with effort around the gag in her mouth. She began to panic, shaking her head from side to side and pulling at her bonds with all her might. When she tried to raise her hands to uncover her face, she realized her wrists were secured tightly behind her back by metal cuffs. Some kind of hood? She tried to speak and became aware of something round and hard in her mouth. As she did, she felt rough cloth against her face. She shook her head to clear away some of the fogginess.
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It had been a perfect, balmy southern California night. All of her colleagues, friends and family had been there. They had been celebrating the release of her latest book. The last thing she remembered was being at the faculty reception. "Oh good, you're awake," said a pleasant male voice. It is NOT Professor Ballard who is captured here. Be forewarned, very heavy non-consensual activity ahead. I thought it might be fun to shake things up and write about a woman being abducted and sold in to slavery completely against her will. Occasionally, there is some reluctance, but at the end of the day, my slaves like to be owned. AUTHOR'S NOTE: This is a departure from my usual style.