5 comments/ 46804 views/ 11 favorites The Price of Selfishness By: StrayBird This is my first attempt at writing erotic writing. I proofread and edited the entire story myself, so please ignore any spelling/grammar/punctuation errors that might have eluded me. I realize that there is a lot of non-erotic content at the start, but I felt that this was necessary to build a foundation for the rest of the story. Please be sure to read to the end before you comment. Enjoy! * Kimberly sat quietly at the bar sipping on her drink as her friends chatted about their busy social lives beside her. Silence was not new to Kimberly. Having been raised by a Christian conservative family in Minnesota, she spent most of her Sundays at Church until she was 16. Her parents had taught her what it meant to be a lady and she tried as best as she could to keep those values in mind throughout her day-to-day life. She never slept around, didn't do drugs, and drank only on occasion. In fact the only reason why she was at a bar to begin with was because it was her friend Stacy's birthday. If Stacy had not been one of her closest friends, Kimberly would probably still be at home writing a paper that was due next week. Even though she was still just a 21 year-old undergrad, Kimberly aspired to be a doctor. She was majoring in biology and planned to take the MCATs next year. It was for precisely this reason that she didn't date either; she had to keep her grades up and simply had no time for a relationship. "Hey Kim. Catch any cute guys lately?" Stacy asked from across the table. It was not the first time she had been asked this question and she was sure that it wasn't going to be the last. "Haha. I wish. But even if I did I wouldn't have any time to see them." Kimberly said sporting a hollow smile. It was a boring response that even her friends were beginning to grow tired of. Kimberly was proud of her accomplishments in life, but every time her relationship status came into question, she began to feel empty and incomplete. She knew that there was an element to her life that was missing, but simply couldn't afford the time to find it. The night was growing old and with a yawn Kimberly decided it was time to leave. "Well I think that's it for me. 'Night guys." "Already?" complained a visibly disappointed Stacy. "It's not even midnight!" "It's past one, Stace." "What?" said Stacy in disbelief. She clearly had one too many drinks and lost track of the time. "Well... fuck. One more before you leave?" "Uh... I don't know. I'm pretty tired." "C'mon. It's my birthday you bitch." She playfully taunted. "How many drinks have you had tonight? Two?" "Yeah." Zoe jumped in. "Don't be so selfish, Kim." The girls around the table all laughed. An amused smile crept its way onto Kimberly's face. One should never question the drinking abilities of a Minnesota lady. "Alright. One more, but that's it." With that Kimberly casually walked over to the bar. After waiting behind a couple for a minute or so, the bartender looked at her. "Two cosmos." "Two cosmos. Comin' up." He turned around to mix the drink and reappeared just seconds later. Clearly the Friday right rush had forced him to be proficient. "Take it to the end to pay. Next." Kimberly slid the drinks down the bar to allow the next person to order. She paused for a moment to look for her wallet in her purse when suddenly a bump from the side knocked her fake Gucci bag to the floor. Having barely managed to keep her balance on high heels, Kimberly wheeled around to look at the person who had almost pushed her over. He was a muscular man in his late 20s. He had a shaved head and was wearing tight jeans and a plaid shirt. "Oh shit. I'm sorry." He said. "That's ok." Kim responded shortly as she bent down to find her displaced wallet and pick up her purse. "No, really... I feel bad. Can I buy you a drink?" "No. It's fine. I gotta go. Sorry." If he thought that he was getting in her pants tonight, he was sorely mistaken. "Ok... Sorry..." The man said one last time trying to save face. With her bag once again over her shoulder and her wallet in her hand, Kimberly took the drinks to the cashier and returned to the table where her friends were still talking. "There you are. What took you so long?" Liz asked. "It was... it was just busy." She said not feeling in the mood to explain. "Cheers Stace." They tapped glasses and began to drink. Within ten minutes they were both finished (although Kimberly made sure she finished first) and not long afterwards Kimberly once again got up to leave. "Ok. Now I'm done. 'Night guys." "'Night Kim!" The girls all said in unison. With that, Kimberly grabbed her coat and walked through the doors. Once outside, she lost her balance and almost fell down on the sidewalk. 'Maybe I shouldn't have drunk that last one so fast.' She thought to herself. Being a combination of tipsy and tired, Kimberly started walking down the street. Normally she would have called a cab or got a ride, but she lived only a few blocks away so she thought she'd take the risk. She kept stumbling down the side of the road passing one block... two blocks... three blocks... four... five... It was not until she was stopped at a red light that she noticed she had walked past her apartment building. 'Wow.' She thought. 'I must be really drunk.' After backtracking for a block and a half, Kimberly had made her way through the main doors of her building and climbed the stairwell to her floor. Once she arrived at the door to her apartment, she took a couple of minutes to find her keys and more than a couple of minutes to unlock to door. Upon her eventual success, she stumbled into the single apartment and turned the narrow corner into her room. Now barely able to stand, Kimberly dropped her keys and her fake Gucci bag on the floor and collapsed on her bed. She fell asleep the moment her head hit the pillow. *** Kimberly stirred as she slowly regained consciousness. She didn't know what time it was, but she didn't care. She just wanted to sleep a little longer. Feeling a little chilly, she tried to pull the covers up, but nothing was there. 'Stupid sheets must have fallen off the bed again.' She thought. Still semi-conscious, she then tried to stretch out her body out and discovered that her hands were tied behind her back and her legs were bound by a pair of cuffs around her ankles. When she opened her eyes all she could see was darkness. 'I'm blind!' Was her initial reaction, but then she realized she was just wearing a blindfold. Now panicking, Kimberly got up to run, but was pulled back by the collar attached to her neck. "Hello?" She yelled unaware of her surroundings. "Can anybody hear me? Help!" Almost immediately after making her plea, she heard footsteps in the distance followed by the sound of a door opening a few feet in front of her. "Help me! Please!" The footsteps grew closer and closer until the person was right behind her. Kimberly felt a brief tugging on the back of her head and realized that the person was undoing her blindfold. Just a few seconds later it had fallen to the ground and she was finally able to open her eyes. She was in a dark room lit only by a small window near the ceiling. It was cold and empty like an unfinished basement and told her little about why she was there. "Thanks." she said. "Well you asked so politely." The voice sounded familiar. It definitely belonged to a man, but whom? "Think you can untie me now too?" "Afraid not." The words pierced her like a thousand needles. "Why not?" She asked with a trace of fear in her voice. Instead of responding to her question, the man calmly walked around and stood in front of her. He was a muscular man in his mid-20s with a shaved head and... "Wait a minute. You're that asshole who knocked into me at the bar!" Kimberly yelled as an amused smile crept upon his face. "What the fu-" Before she could finish cursing him, the man had taken the blindfold and stuffed it in her mouth. He then took another one from his pocket and tied it around her face to make a gag. "It's time to begin your training." He whispered into her ear. He pulled a hunting knife out of his pocket and held it against the side of her neck. Kimberly began to scream, but the gag was doing a good job blocking out the sound. "Let's change you into something a little more comfortable." He moved the knife to her shoulder and cut the arms off of her blouse so that it formed a tank-top. He then proceeded to unbutton her shirt one hole at a time. Kimberly screamed and flailed to try and keep the assailant off of her, but with her arms and legs bound and a gag in her mouth her efforts were futile. Having now cut off all the buttons, the man cut the shirt's 'straps' off leaving nothing on Kimberly's upper body but her bra. He then crouched down to take care of her skirt, removing it with one swift slice of the knife. He moved behind her once again and wedged the blade under the back-strap of her bra. Kimberly squirmed harder than she ever had before. "What?" He said with an amused laugh. "You thought you were going to keep these?" And with that he cut the strap and the bra fell to the floor. He then knelt to do the same to Kimberly's panties and with one more strike they too were removed from the young girl's body. Tears began streaming down her face as she had given up on screaming and squirming. She was now totally naked in an unknown place and there was nothing she could do about it. Realizing this, the man removed her gag and let her cry. "Why... Why are you doing this to me?" "Only to you?" He asked sounding slightly surprised. "Tisk. Tisk. You didn't even notice your friend beside you." "WHAT?" Kimberly's eyes darted around the room to see if it was true. Had he really kidnapped one of her friends as well? If so, who? Then, out of the corner of her eye she saw her. A young girl with flowing blonde hair, who was both naked and bound like Kimberly, was lying unconscious beside her. It was Stacy. "Stace!" Kimberly yelled attempting to wake her up. Stacy continued to sleep. "Well I can see you won't be needing these anymore." The man said holding all of Kimberly's clothes in his arms. He had taken advantage her confusion to pick them up. "So, I'm going to throw this in the garbage and leave you to think about what a selfish bitch you've been." With that he walked out of the room and slammed the door shut behind him. Kimberly began to cry again. Now she felt violated and selfish. *** Hours had passed since the man left the room. At least it seemed like hours. There was no way to be sure. Alone, scared, and humiliated, Kimberly had contemplated falling asleep like Stacy -- just drifting off in the hopes that when she woke up this horrible nightmare would be over -- but there was no telling what her kidnapper would do if she did. This thought alone was enough to keep her awake, but as time went on she grew bored and hungry. She decided to look for something -- anything -- that might help her escape. Still bounded by the ankle cuffs and rope, Kimberly folded her legs and pushed out to wriggle her body a few inches forward. After doing this a few times she realized that the string attached to her collar was now giving slack. Her kidnapper must have unlocked whatever it was attached to before he left the room. She decided to use this opportunity to make a break towards the door. After a few minutes of squirming inch-by-inch across the cement floor Kimberly heard a click and felt the collar tighten up. She had run out of slack just a few feet shy of the exit. "Fuck!" She cursed loudly. She was on the verge of tears again having failed to get to the door, but this time managed to pull herself together. 'Ok.' She thought. 'Maybe there's something in here I can use to cut my hands loose.' Now on a new mission, she turned around and started wriggling towards the only unexplored corner of the room. She looked through the shadows for a set of keys, a shard of broken glass, the edge of a table, or anything else that might be able to help her. As she squirmed closer and closer to the other side, she spotted something on the floor. Now filled with hope, Kimberly started to move faster. A few minutes later she reached her destination and had discovered three bowls. The first was an empty metal bowl; the second a white plastic bowl filled with water; the third a red plastic bowl filled with what looked like cereal. Upon taking a closer look, she discovered a label on the other side of the last bowl. SLUT FOOD. Kimberly took a sniff inside the bowl and her expression immediately turned to one of disgust. Having grown up with a Labrador Retriever, she knew dog food when she smelt it. 'He's crazy if he thinks I'm going to eat this.' She thought. She wriggled back over to the metal bowl and rubbed her wrists across it hoping that it would cut through the rope, but the metal was too dull. It was no use. Exhausted and with no hope of escape, Kimberly pushed herself up so that her back could rest against the cold cement wall. She sighed depressingly and stared off into the darkness. *** A couple more hours passed uneventfully. Still sitting with her back against the wall, Kimberly was now holding her legs in the fetal position trying to keep warm. The small light coming from the window told her that it was still daytime, but it wouldn't be for long. Her throat was parched; so parched that she wouldn't be able to scream for help if she needed to. Kimberly stared at the bowls. She needed the water. It was no longer a matter of pride, but a matter of survival. Reluctantly, she decided that she would drink the water, but she still refused to eat the food. That was a matter of principle. She squirmed over to where the white bowl was and began to lick inside it. The cold water felt so refreshing. It was like finding an oasis in the desert and before she knew it all of the water was gone. She took a few seconds to catch her breath, returned to the wall, and curled up again. Her stomach growled. The water she had just drunk fooled her body into thinking it was going to receive food too. It growled again. The sun was starting to set as the room grew darker and darker. Soon it would be pitch black and she would not be able to see anything at all. It growled again. She hadn't eaten anything in almost a day now and her body was letting her know it. Ten minutes passed and it growled again. Five more minutes and it growled again... and again... and again... It was maddening! She squeezed her hands in frustration. "Argh!" She looked across the room towards Stacy to check if she was still unconscious. 'Well...' she thought to herself 'it won't be too humiliating if nobody finds out.' She squirmed towards the bowls once again, this time stopping in front of the red one. She sank her head into the bowl and got a whiff of the smell. 'I can't believe I'm doing this.' She thought as she pulled herself back up. She hesitated for a few more seconds, then closed her eyes, opened her mouth, and slowly lowered herself until she felt a couple of bits around her mouth. She grabbed a hold of them with her teeth, pulled her head up once again and started chewing. 'It's tasteless.' She thought as she swallowed. Although still angry about the fact that she was eating dog food, it was not as bad as Kimberly had thought it would be. She resolved to take another bite, this time getting as many bits in her mouth as she could. She chewed on eight or nine of them and swallowed once again. Her stomach demanded more and she took another bite... and another... and another... Her face was now planted deep inside the bowl trying to eat as much as she could. Now she was barely swallowing her last mouthful before taking another bite. Then she heard movement. She looked up and stared at the door, waiting for it to open, but it never did. Then she heard it again. She turned around and saw that Stacy was waking up. "Stacy!" Kimberly moved towards her friend as fast as she could and got there just in time to see Stacy open her eyes. "Wha...? Kim... Where... Where are we?" "This guy at the bar... He bumped into me when I was getting our drinks and then he drugged me and kidnapped us and then I woke up here and you were over there and he took my clothes of and... and..." Kimberly stopped herself short of explaining what she had just done. "Oh, Stace. I'm just so glad you're ok." "Me too Kim. Is there any way out of here?" "No. I just looked. The only way in or out is through that door, but we can't get to it because we're tied up." Suddenly a thought occurred to Kimberly. "Wait a minute. Stace! Untie my hands!" "How?" "Use your teeth and tug on the rope." She said turning around so that Stacy could see her hands. Stacy moved towards her and bit down on the string. It was tightly triple-knotted, but after twenty minutes or so the rope came undone and Kimberly's hands broke free. Kimberly tried to stand up, but immediately lost her balance and fell over. The cuffs around her ankles were keeping her legs too close together to allow her to walk. She started tinkering with them, but they were metal and would not come off unless she had the key. She then tried to unclip the collar around her neck, but to no avail. That too, it seemed, required a key. "Damn it." She swore as she started to crawl away in frustration. "Hey. How about me?" Stacy complained. "Oh! Sorry Stace. I forgot." She said as she moved to untie her friend. "Selfish." Stacy teased. The word struck a chord inside of Kimberly, who froze and sat silently for a few seconds. "Hey... C'mon." Stacy said. "You know I was just joking." "I know. Sorry. I just... Sorry." That was all Kimberly could muster. She quickly untied her friend, but still felt horrible. Suddenly they heard footsteps. The door opened up and the kidnapper entered once more. "Well it looks like Sleeping Beauty finally woke up." He said with a grin. "Who the fuck are you?" Stacy yelled. "Let us go!" "This is a fiery one!" He said with a chuckle. "Good. I'll take you first." "Take me where? What the fu-" He stuffed a gag inside of Stacy's mouth and tied a blindfold over her eyes. He then clipped a second leash onto her collar. Holding on to the end with one hand he reached into his pocket, pulled out a small key, and unlocked the padlock joining the original wall leash to the collar. Stacy tried to crawl away, but the kidnapper pressed a button locking the new leash and causing the collar to tighten around Stacy's neck. "You're not getting away from me!" He barked. "Now let's go." "Stacy!" Kimberly yelled out. "No!" "Quiet!" The kidnapper shot back. "You're next." He walked out of the room tugging Stacy behind him and closed the door leaving Kimberly alone once again. *** It seemed like an hour before the kidnapper finally came back. "Your turn." He said mischievously. He proceeded to tie the blindfold, clip the portable leash onto Kimberly's collar, and unlock the leash fixed to the wall; just like he had done with Stacy. He then tugged on the leash and led Kimberly out of the room. "Where are you taking me? Where's Stacy?" Kimberly asked. He ignored her. "Please. I won't tell anyone if you just let me g-" "Shut up, slut!" He yelled back. Kimberly felt like a dog; naked on all fours being walked around by a man with a leash. It was degrading. "Stop." He commanded. Kimberly complied not knowing where she was or what would happen if she didn't. She was lifted up by her arms and her wrists were tied with leather straps from above. Next she heard a click and realized that the man had unlocked her ankle cuffs, but this was only temporary as her legs too were spread apart and tied. Finally, he undid the blindfold. The Price of Selfishness Kimberly was now in a much lighter room with tiled floors and painted drywall, but she was still naked and spread-eagle in a position that left nothing to the imagination. Her kidnapper returned from the counter to the side holding a bowl of beige cream. "What are you going to do to me?" "It's always about me, isn't it?" "Why? What have you done with Stacy?" "You'll see her again soon enough." He said with that grin that was becoming all too familiar. "Now hold still." (As if she had a choice). He stirred a wooden stick inside the bowl and used it to scoop up a glob of the cream. Next, he kneeled down and started spreading it all around Kimberly's vagina. It sent shivers through her body. "Stop! Please! No!" She begged. "Do you want the gag again?" He asked. She fell silent but started to sob. The man briefly walked back to the counter and returned with waxing strips. He carefully applied each one around Kimberly's midsection and then began to tear them off one by one. Kimberly screeched. Each tare was more painful than the last. When it was finally over she felt tender and sore. In just a few moments her bikini line had gone from barely kept to completely bald. It was a different sensation. She felt weightless and exposed like never before. "Now that we have the grooming out of the way, it's time to begin your training." He walked back to the counter and set aside the cream and the waxing straps. Then he returned hitting a paddle against the palm of his hand in anticipation. "What are you doing? What's that for?" WHACK! was the loud noise that came from the paddle as it made contact with her bare ass. Kimberly screamed. "I ask the questions. Got it?" Kimberly did not respond. WHACK! She screamed again. "Got it?" "Fine!" WHACK! Kimberly screamed a third time. "Got it?" "Yes!" WHACK! Tears were now streaming down Kimberly's face as she screamed a fourth time. "Yes sir." He corrected her. "Yes..." Was all Kimberly could say before she was forced to sniffle. He raised the paddle again. "Yes... sir." "Good girl." He said. "Now what are you?" Kimberly didn't understand the question and said nothing. WHACK! More tears streamed out of her eyes. "Answer me!" He commanded. "I'm a... good girl?" She guessed. "Wrong!" He said. Kimberly clenched her ass preparing for another spanking, but it never came. "You're a slut." He finished. Kimberly was stunned that somebody would call her that. "I'm a lady!" She spat back at him. "Hahaha!" WHACK! "What are you?" "A lady!" she said again defiantly. WHACK! "A what?" "A lady." She said again through more sobs. WHACK! Kimberly exploded in a fit of tears. She was now so choked up she couldn't speak. Her kidnapper moved in front of her, crouched down, and looked up so that he was making eye contact with her. "Tell me what you really are." She said nothing and continued to cry. The man sighed, stood up, and raised the paddle once more. "No! Please!" Kimberly said as her head shot up. "Hmm? Did you want to say something?" Her attacker asked. She couldn't stand another one. Maybe if she just said what he wanted her to say he would stop. She had to do it. She had to do anything that would save herself from another spanking. "A slut." She answered. "Who's a slut?" He asked making it clear that her answer was insufficient. "I am." She said humiliated. "You're what?" He asked again trying to make her say the whole sentence. "A... a slut." "Who is?" "Me! I'm a slut!" Kimberly exclaimed. "What type of slut?" Kimberly was again confused by the question. "I'm a... good slut?" "No." He responded coldly. Once more Kimberly clenched her ass cheeks, but there was no spanking. It seemed he wouldn't hit her if she was trying. "You're a selfish slut." He told her. "Aren't you?" "Yes sir." She said not wanting to tempt him. "Yes sir, what?" "I'm a selfish slut." She said defeated. That one was especially painful to say. Kimberly did not think of herself as a selfish person -- in fact she thought the opposite -- but with so many people calling her that recently it was starting to get to her mentally. "Good girl." He said again with that familiar grin. "You're ready now." He placed the paddle on the counter and then returned to Kimberly who was visibly scared. "Are you... Are you going to rape me now?" She asked sheepishly. "No." He said honestly. The answer came as such a relief. "Oh, thank you." She said greatfully. "I'm not." He finished putting extra emphasis on the 'I.' Kimberly froze. The fear that evaporated a second ago had just returned with a vengeance. The man smiled and left the room. *** "She's ready." Kimberly could hear him say through the door. Then she heard him walking away. Each footstep grew quieter than the last until eventually there was complete silence. He was gone. Nothing happened for a couple of minutes, but then she heard the lock turn and the door opened. A woman walked in wearing high heels and see-through black stockings on her legs. The stockings were attached by thin suspenders to a black corset that pushed her breasts up nicely on the top, but failed to cover past her waist on the bottom and revealed a pair of silk red panties covering her bikini line. Kimberly could not see her face as it was covered by a gimp mask. Even her eyes were hidden by thin black goggles. Despite this peculiar appearance, Kimberly was relieved to see another woman. "Hey! You!" She whispered not wanting the man to hear. "Help me! Please!" The woman closed the door and said nothing. She walked over to the counter, grabbed the paddle, and with one swift motion spanked Kimberly on the ass. WHACK! "Ahhh!" She squealed not expecting the same treatment from two different people. "What the fuck! Who are y-" WHACK! "Ahhh!" Kimberly leaned her head back to try and contain the tears that were once again building up in her eyes. "My associate tells me that you are a slut." The voice was not hers. The words were definitely coming from her, but the sound was coming from somewhere else. "Is that true?" Her lips were moving to speak, but the voice that Kimberly heard sounded somewhat artificial. She must have been modifying it somehow. "What? No. I... He told me to say..." WHACK! "Ahhhh!" "Did you or did you not tell him that you were a slut?" "I... yes." Kimberly said ashamed. "Yes, what?" Kimberly recognized this trick from last time. "Yes sir." She said bowing her head. WHACK! She screamed out in agony once more. "Do I look like a disgusting man to you?" "No!" "So then why did you call me sir?" Kimberly kept her head down and said nothing. The woman raised the paddle once more and at the last second Kimberly realized that, with her too, an answer was required to avoid a spanking. "I don't know." She blurted out. "I'm... sorry." The woman smiled. "Good girl." She walked back and stood directly in front of Kimberly. "Next time you will call me 'ma'am,' or 'master,' or 'mistress.' Any of those names are acceptable, but nothing else. Do you understand?" And that's when it hit Kimberly. The bar, the shaving, the paddle, the lingerie, the mask... It wasn't for the man from the bar or one of his horny buddies. It was for her -- this woman standing in front of Kimberly with the black corset and gimp mask. She was the one trying to conceal her identity because she was Kimberly's true kidnapper. "I said do you understand?" She repeated herself once but Kimberly knew there would not be a third time. "Yes." Kimberly said defeated. The woman walked to the counter and grabbed the paddle again. "Yes ma'am." Kimberly corrected herself, but it was too late. WHACK! "Ahhhh!" "Yes, what?" "Yes ma'am!" Kimberly screamed. She could handle 'ma'am' or 'sir,' but she refused to say 'mistress' or 'master.' "Good girl. Now where was I?" She paused for a moment to think. "Ah yes. Did you or did you not say that you were a slut?" "Yes. I said it ma'am." "You said what?" She asked, making it clear that she was going to force Kimberly say the whole thing as well. "I said 'I'm a slut.'" Kimberly answered dejectedly. "Ma'am." She added catching herself quickly. "What type of slut are you?" "A selfish slut." "Good." She said satisfied. "The first step is acceptance, Kimberly." Kimberly's stomach turned to knots. "How to you know my name?" She asked frightened. WHACK! "Ahhhahhhahhh!" Kimberly cried out again. Her ass must have been as red as a tomato by now. "I thought we made it clear that you don't ask the questions. Apologise." Unable to withstand another spanking, Kimberly acquiesced. "I'm sorry ma'am." She said as she sobbed some more. The woman put the paddle back on the counter and then just stared at her. After a few moments she spoke. "I've been watching you for a long time now Kimberly... I know much more than just your name. I know who you are, where you come from, where you go to school... I even know where you live." No. That can't be true. She's lying. "I know that you've been bossed around by your parents your whole life." That bitch. She loved her family. "I know that you avoid your friends for your own selfish reasons." 'No.' She thought. 'Well... not all the time. I mean... I'm busy most of the time with papers and whatnot, but I came out for Stacy's birthday and, well... I did leave early... but that doesn't make me selfish... Does it?" "I know you say that you're not interested in a relationship, but that deep down you still crave human contact. Don't you?" Kimberly thought about this one for a second. She wanted to say 'no' but knew that she would see right through her. "Yes ma'am." "So honest." She said admiringly. "I can help you with that." "No!" Kimberly yelled. This woman had crossed the line. "No?" She said surprised. "No!" Kimberly replied again. She didn't care if she got spanked a hundred times more. She was not going to allow this sick person to violate her. "Why not?" She asked. "Because I'm not like that!" She exclaimed. "And even if I was, I would never do it with the likes of you!" "I see." She said. "Have you ever tried it?" "What? No!" She said disgusted. Kimberly had nothing against gays, but she was 100% heterosexual. True, she had never been in a relationship, but she didn't need one to know that she was straight. Being a lesbian would go against everything she was as a person. "So how do you know if you've never tried it?" "Because... I just do. Ok?" A mischievous smile curled on the woman's face as she slowly started to make her way towards Kimberly. "No!" Kimberly yelled. "Stop! I'm not gay!" She started squirming as hard as she could, trying to break free. "I'm not gay! I'm not gay! I'm not gay! I'm not gay!" She screamed violently shaking her head. The woman stopped directly in front of Kimberly, who, upon failing to break loose started crying once again. "I'm not gay." She said one last time through sobs. The woman did nothing but stare into Kimberly's eyes for what seemed like minutes. Then finally she spoke. "I believe you." She said with a light smile. Miraculously, she turned around and began to walk away. Kimberly was in surreal amazement. Was that it? Was she really just going to walk away and let her go? She was already at the door. She reached out and started turning the doorknob. She was about to leave... and then it happened. They both froze. It was not a loud sound, but was one that they both heard. The woman took her hand off of the doorknob and started walking back towards Kimberly, who remained frozen and said nothing in the hopes that it would not be made any worse. The woman stopped directly in front of her and bent down to examine the ground. And there it was. On the tile floor, directly under Kimberly's vagina, sat a drop of liquid no larger than a dime. The woman slowly scanned her captive's body as she stood up. Kimberly's pussy was unmistakably wet and her nipples were erect and hard. A new smile crept upon the woman's face. Kimberly blushed darkly as she struggled to find words. "I... No. That wasn't... I mean... I didn't..." The more she said the broader her kidnapper's smile became. The cheeks on Kimberly's face were now redder than the ones on her ass. "I'm not gay!" She blurted out. As soon as she said that another drop of fluid fell from her pussy and hit the ground. They looked down simultaneously. "I'm not..." She said weakly starting to sob again. The woman gently placed a hand on Kimberly's face. "I know." She said softly. "You're not gay." Kimberly looked up. "I'm... I'm not?" She said snivelling. "No." The woman said with a grin. "You're a slut." She lowered her head down to Kimberly's chest and started to lick her erect nipples. Kimberly arched her back at the sensation as a few more drops of moisture escaped from her pussy. It was true that she craved human contact. She closed her eyes. The tongue working its way around her tits felt so good, but she knew that it was wrong to enjoy it. Despite this, her body continued to betray her. "Mmm." She moaned. The woman stopped licking and looked up. "Ohh! I think somebody likes this." She said before she walked back to the counter and returned with a pink dildo. "Let's see if you like this too." She crouched down. "Nopleasedon't!" The plea spilled out a little more desperate than Kimberly had intended sparking curiosity in her kidnapper. "Why?" She asked rising to stand face-to-face with her victim. Kimberly had to think of an excuse fast. Something told her that the 'I'm not gay' line wouldn't fly this time, but the longer she waited the more apparent the lie would become. "I... I want to touch you." She said. The woman gently touched Kimberly's cheek again. "That's so cute..." She said softly. She removed the hand and turned to the side before spinning back and slapping Kimberly across the face. "...You're a lying slut too!" She finished. And with that she crouched once again and held the sex toy up to Kimberly's pussy. "No! Please! I'm sorry! I-" Kimberly was cut off as the dildo was shoved deep into her pussy. "Ahhhhhhhhhhhh!" It was painful at first but then the woman pulled it three quarters of the way out and pushed it gently back in. It was not so bad the second time around. She did it again and the pain subsided even more. Each time the dildo moved up and down her orifice it felt less painful -- enjoyable even. Her kidnapper repeated this motion ten times. Twenty times. Thirty times? Kimberly lost count. Her pain had turned to pleasure and her screams had turned to moans. Every time the toy was withdrawn from her pussy she craved for it to be put back in. The motions were getting faster and faster, but Kimberly didn't mind. She wanted it inside of her. She needed it inside of her. Then, without warning, a wave of intense pleasure overwhelmed her and caused her muscles to contract. "AHHHHHHHHHHH!" Kimberly orgasmed. The dildo was withdrawn from her pussy and her attacker stood up. Kimberly was allowed a few moments to catch her breath before the she spoke again. "My, my..." She held the dildo up so that both of them could see the blood on the tip. "Perhaps I didn't know everything about you." Kimberly began to cry uncontrollably. Her kidnapper walked up to her and put her mouth next to her ear. "Now you'll remember me forever." She whispered. Kimberly said nothing and continued to cry. "I think we're done for now." The woman said unemotionally. "Get some rest tonight. You're going to need it." She put the dildo back on the counter and left the room leaving Kimberly suspended by the straps and sobbing. *** Suspended by leather straps on her arms and legs, Kimberly continued to stare at the patterned tiles on the floor. Half an hour had passed since the mysterious woman had left. By now, Kimberly's tears had dried up, but she still felt cheated and violated. She wanted her first time to be something special. She wanted it to be something romantic. She never wanted her first experience to be like that and certainly never wanted it to be with a woman. She shuddered to think of what parents would say if they saw her right now. She was so angry that she almost didn't hear the footsteps. The door opened again and the man from the bar entered once more. "Come on slut. It's time to go back." He said moving behind her to put the blindfold back on. Kimberly said nothing and put up no resistance when he untied her arms and legs, re-applied the ankle cuffs, and clipped the leash back onto her collar. Nothing could be more humiliating than what she had just experienced. He led her down the hallway and back into the cold cement room where he clipped her collar back onto the wall chain and untied her blindfold. It was now night-time and the only light coming into the room was the one from hallway. The man started to walk away but stopped when he got to the door. "I suggest you get some sleep now." He said coldly and slammed the door behind him leaving the room in complete darkness. Kimberly lay down on her side because her ass hurt too much to sit. It was only after the man left the room that she heard the whimpering beside her. Stacy was curled up into a ball and had her head planted under her arms. "Stace?" Kimberly said cautiously. Stacy continued to sob. "Stace!" She said a bit louder making sure her friend could hear her. "G... Go away." She sobbed. Kimberly crawled over and sat beside her. "What happened?" She asked not realizing how stupid of a question it was until she said it. "They... She... She touched me Kim. She hit me... She made me call her 'master'... She spanked me... She licked me... She licked me Kim!" Stacy stopped herself there and started to cry again. She was clearly taking it much harder than Kimberly was, so Kimberly sympathetically put her arms around her friend and held her in a hug. "It's ok Stace." "...She called me names..." Stacy continued after a few moments. "...Like 'slut' and 'whore'..." "I know." "Do you think I'm a whore?" "No!" Kimberly exclaimed. But that wasn't enough to keep Stacy from collapsing onto Kimberly's shoulder and exploding into another fit of tears. Kimberly started to stroke her hair in an attempt to comfort her. It was true that Stacy wasn't her most conservative friend. Every week it seemed like she was bragging about some new guy she hooked up with, but that didn't mean she deserved to be humiliated and insulted. Kimberly had to say something to cheer her up. "I think you're beautiful." She said and gave her a friendly peck on the forehead. Stacy looked up at Kimberly. She stopped crying and just stared at her. After a few moments Kimberly tried to break the stare with an awkward smile, but when she did Stacy jolted forward and planted her lips squarely on Kimberly's. Kimberly didn't know what to do. Stacy had clearly misinterpreted the intent of her gesture, but it would shatter her emotionally if she were to push Stacy away while she was in such a fragile state. With that in, mind Kimberly simply closed her eyes and let the kiss continue. A couple of moments later Stacy pulled back and stared at the floor in shame. "Sorry." She said. "That's ok." Kimberly replied with a bit of a giggle. "I didn't mean to... I mean... I'm not a lesbian or anything." "Neither am I." Kimberly said to be sure. "It's just that... I really needed someone. You know?" The Price of Selfishness "Yeah. Totally." She said sounding supportive. There was a moment of awkward silence. "We should get some sleep." Stacy said. "Good idea." Kimberly replied. They curled up on the floor by themselves and closed their eyes. *** An hour passed and Kimberly was still awake. The room was far too cold for her to sleep. She had curled up in the fetal position to try and keep warm, but was still naked on the cement floor. She started to shiver. There were no pillows, or bed-sheets, or blankets in the barren room. There wasn't even a stack of hay. She had to do something to keep herself from freezing so she got up and crawled towards the only source of heat the room had to offer. "Hey! Stacy?" She said checking to see if her friend was awake. "Yeah?" It seemed she was fully conscious as well. "I can't sleep. I'm too cold. Do you think we could... you know... curl up together?" She asked and then quickly added: "Just to keep warm." There were a few seconds of silence while Stacy thought about the request. "Sure Kim." She said at last. "Thanks." Kimberly crawled behind her friend and reached her arms around her belly as they started to spoon. "You feel so cold." Stacy commented. "Yeah. I know. Thanks again." "That's ok. I feel safer this way anyway." The heat from Stacy's body started to warm Kimberly up almost immediately. She was still cold, but now felt slightly more comfortable. She took a deep breath and exhaled loudly. Her face was now planted against Stacy's flowing blonde hair which still smelt like strawberries and perfume from the night before. She closed her eyes and tried to sleep, but when she did, all she could think about was that kiss. The more Kimberly thought about it, the less 'gay' it seemed. Stacy just needed somebody to lean on; somebody who would not call her names, or hurt her, or take advantage of her. Somebody she could trust. In hindsight, the fact that she was willing to open herself up like that actually seemed kind of sweet. That thought made Kimberly smile as the warmth of the sun beat down upon her. It was a beautiful summer day in Minnesota. She and Stacy were holding hands while they walked through a strawberry field. Kimberly suddenly got hungry and stopped. She let go of Stacy's hand, crouched down in front of a bush, and picked a strawberry; but instead of eating it, she just squeezed it in her palm until the strawberry turned to mush. She picked another one and did it again. She loved how the juices and soft inside felt on her hand. Then out of the corner of her eye, she spotted one so ripe that she could see the red juices dripping out of it from a foot away. She leaned over to pick it up and then put it in her mouth. She sucked on it for a while and then slowly and lightly bit down, savoring the flavour. When she swallowed the first bite she opened her mouth to take another and the strawberry magically grew back. She sucked on it again, bit down, and swallowed once more. While she did this, she started to blindly grab more strawberries from the bush and squeeze them with her hands. When she finally swallowed and opened her mouth the end of the strawberry grew back again, so again she sucked on it and again she started to squeeze more strawberries in her hands. She did it again... and again... and again... It was complete bliss. "Kimberly." Stacy giggled as Kimberly continued to suck on the magical strawberry and squash the others. "Kim-berly." She repeated trying once again to get her attention, but Kimberly was enjoying herself too much. "Kim..." She said softly. "Hmmm?" Kimberly asked not wanting to let go. "Kim!" She snapped. Kimberly woke up abruptly and surveyed her surroundings. She was still in the cold dark basement. Her nipples were erect and her pussy was moist. "What are you doing?" Stacy asked. Then Kimberly realized why Stacy had woken her up: The lovely scents of summer were actually coming from Stacy's beautiful blonde hair, the berries that Kimberly were squishing were really Stacy's firm breasts, and the magical strawberry that Kimberly kept gnawing on was none other than Stacy's neck. Kimberly froze not knowing what to say. How could she explain this to Stacy, who had so generously agreed to share her body to keep her friend warm? She felt horrible, like she had taken advantage of her only friend here; like she had betrayed her trust. Kimberly decided to withdraw her hands and push herself away to not make it any worse. "Sorry." She apologized. "I'm... going sleep over here now." "Ok." Embarrassed, Kimberly curled up alone again. *** Kimberly stirred and slowly opened her eyes. She was still in the lifeless room, but it was morning now and light was once again shining from the high window. She pushed herself up and sat against the cement wall. Her ass was still sore from all of the spankings she received the day before, but she had to sit up and stretch. She looked beside her and noticed that Stacy was already up. "Hey." Kimberly said to her. "Hey." She responded bluntly. There was an awkward moment of silence. "Listen Stace..." Started Kimberly. "I'm sorry about last night." "That's ok." Stacy said modestly. "No really. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to do it." "Kim. You're not a... a lesbian. Are you?" "What? No!" Kimberly said sounding surprised. "It's just... I was having this dream and it kind of got carried away and-" "What was the dream about?" Stacy interrupted. Kimberly flashed back and remembered that Stacy was in it. "What?" She asked pretending not to hear her. "What was the dream about?" She repeated. "...Food." Kimberly lied. "Anyway, the bottom line is that I wasn't trying to take advantage of you and I'm sorry." "I understand." "Really?" "Yeah." "Thanks. So... friends?" Kimberly asked to be reassured. "Friends." Stacy said with a light smile. "Speaking of food..." she said quickly changing the subject "I'm starving. Have you found anything to eat around here?" Kimberly froze and her face turned white as they both looked over at the empty bowls in the corner. Kimberly started to break down. "Hey..." Stacy said sympathetically. "I'm such a horrible friend." She said through sobs. "No..." "Yes I am. You do everything for me and I do nothing for anyone else." "That's not true." "I ditched your party, I got you kidnapped-" "That wasn't your fault." Stacy interrupted, but Kimberly ignored her. "I ate all the food, I drank all the water, I forgot to untie you, and last night you were trying to keep me warm and I... I..." She started breaking down again and couldn't finish the sentence. "Shhh." Stacy said holding her crying friend in a hug and rocking her back and forth. She knew that none of those things made Kimberly a bad friend, but she made a convincing argument. "You were right." Kimberly said trying to recompose herself. "You were all right. I am selfish." "No..." "Yes. I am." Kimberly interrupted. "And every time I try to do something about it I end up making it even worse." Stacy didn't know how to respond to that so she just held Kimberly and stroked her hair until her sobs eventually turned to mere snivels. "You're the smartest person I know Kim." She said to finally break the silence "I'm glad to be your friend. And don't worry. This will all be over soon. You're going to find a way to get us out of here, I just know it." Kimberly tightened her grip on her friend to show that she appreciated the compliment. She continued to squeeze her hard for a few seconds until Stacy tried to let go. "I have to go Kim." "Where?" "No. I mean I have to go." "Oh." She said and immediately let go of Stacy. Stacy looked around the room and realized that the empty bowls were the only source of release. "Uhm... Do you want to go first?" She asked timidly. "No thanks." Kimberly said. "I don't really need to right now." That was a lie. She needed to go badly, but refused to degrade herself by going in a pot. "Ok." Stacy crawled over to the corner where the empty bowls were. Kimberly was transfixed as Stacy took the metal one, spread her legs as far as the ankle cuffs would allow, placed the bowl under her crotch, and started to urinate. "Uhm. Can you...?" She said noticing that Kimberly was staring. "Oh." She said turning around. "Yeah. Sorry." What was wrong with her? Before she could complete that thought the door opened and the man came inside once more. Stacy shrieked. "Well at least somebody's not too shy to do their morning business. No matter. You." He started walking towards Kimberly. "You go first today." He reapplied the blindfold and in usual fashion led Kimberly out of the room on a leash. *** Twenty minutes later Kimberly was once again suspended in the tiled room with her arms and legs spread apart. After a long wait, the woman came in still wearing her black corset, red panties, and mask. "Good morning slut." She walked over and lightly tapped Kimberly's ass. "Ahhh!" Kimberly screamed out in pain. "Still sore from yesterday I see. That's alright. I brought some new toys for us to play with today." She walked over to the counter and brought back what looked like a small remote control. "This is my favourite one of all. It ensures complete obedience to me because if you misbehave in any way today all I need to do is press this little red button and..." ZZZZZ Shocks of electricity were sent from the collar into Kimberly's body. "Ahhh!" It felt like needles were piercing through every layer of her skin. Lucky for her the shock stopped after three seconds and the pain went away. "Haha." She laughed. "That was the first of ten settings. Each time you misbehave I will turn it to the next one. Understand?" Kimberly nodded. The woman sighed, turned the knob, and pushed the button. ZZZZZ "Ahhh!" The pain was much more intense. "Understand?" "Yes ma'am." She smiled. "The paddle is a classic, but the shock collar is so much more efficient. Now, Kimberly, do you remember what we learned yesterday?" "Yes ma'am." "Can you remind me what your problem is?" "I'm a slut." She turned the knob again. ZZZZZZ Kimberly screamed once more. "I'm a selfish slut." Kimberly corrected herself. "Good girl. Today we're going to work on that problem. I trust you got a good night's rest?" Kimberly would have lied, but she was visibly fatigued. "No ma'am." "No?" She said angrily and turned the dial once more. ZZZZZZ "Ahhhh!" The pain was becoming excruciating. "What was the last thing I specifically told you to do before I left?" "To get some rest ma'am." "This is what happens when you disobey me." "Yes ma'am." "Did you eat your breakfast this morning?" "No ma'am." "Why not?" "There was no food ma'am." "Where did it go?" "I ate it ma'am." "All of it? You pig! Did you at least share some with your friend?" Kimberly looked at her feet. "No ma'am." The woman shook her head. "Selfish. Selfish. Selfish. Well now what are we going to do about this?" She asked. "Are you hungry?" "Ye-. I-" Kimberly stopped herself not knowing if it was a trick question. "Go on. Be honest." "Yes ma'am." "Well I can't have you going on an empty stomach now can I?" She walked over to Kimberly and started to untie the straps around her legs. As soon as she did Kimberly swung her leg back and kicked her attacker squarely in the face knocking her onto the ground. "YOU LITTLE BITCH!" She yelled. She turned the remote to maximum and held the button down as hard as she could. ZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ "AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!" The pain was unbearable. It was like getting struck by lightning over and over again. Kimberly had never experienced anything more painful in her life. The electricity continued to flow through her body for minutes until her kidnapper finally released the button. When the electricity stopped flowing, Kimberly was panting like she had just run a marathon. The woman walked over to the counter and grabbed the paddle. WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! It was the only thing that could have made the situation more painful. "AHHH! AHHH! AHHH! AHHH! AHHH!" After 10 spanks she walked in front of Kimberly, slapped her across the face, and then pulled her head up by the chin. "Don't you ever do something like that again. Got it?" "Yes... Yes ma'am." Kimberly said through heavy breaths. The woman spat on her and walked towards the door. "Now stay here and think about what you've done. I'll be back." *** Kimberly was left hanging there for hours. The pain from the shocks and spanks were finally subsiding, but now she had a new problem: she needed to pee. She refused to degrade herself by going in that metal pot, but now she hadn't been to a washroom in almost two days and her body was letting her know it. Her bladder felt like it was going to explode. She couldn't take it anymore! A stream of yellow liquid started to flow from her crotch. Right before she finished, the woman returned. "Okay Kimberly." She said closing the door. "Let's try this again shall we?" She turned around just in time to see the final drop of pee leave her pussy. Kimberly started to cry. "What the fuck? I thought you were at least toilet trained!" She yelled. "And to think you told me that you were a lady!" "I'm sorry ma'am!" Kimberly said knowing that she would be punished again. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry." "There, there." She said putting a hand on her cheek. "Accidents happen. Don't they?" "Yes... Yes ma'am." "And do you know what non-selfish people do when accidents happen?" "They clean them up ma'am." "Very good Kimberly." She said softly. Predicting that she would not attempt another escape, the woman removed Kimberly's straps and put her ankle cuffs back on. She was once again crawling on the floor like a dog. "Ok Kimberly." The woman said. "Clean it up." Kimberly did not understand at first. "...With what ma'am?" "With your tongue you silly little slut." A look of horror struck Kimberly's face. She was supposed to drink her own urine? Surely she wasn't serious. "But... but..." "But what? I thought you wanted to stop being so self-centered and take responsibility." She picked up the remote again. "Or should I just punish you instead?" "No ma'am!" Kimberly answered quickly and scurried over to the puddle. She lowered her head to the floor, but had to pull up because the smell was too powerful. Then, she took a deep breath, closed her eyes, and started licking up the yellow puddle. It tasted warm and salty. She almost threw up on numerous occasions but kept it down to avoid getting beaten or shocked. After what seemed like an eternity, all of the pee was gone. "Good girl. Now back to business. While you've just had plenty to drink, you've still had nothing to eat. Am I correct?" "Yes ma'am." "Good. Let's do something about that." Kimberly still felt slightly nauseous. It was true that she had been hungry a few hours ago, but something about licking her own pee off a floor made her lose her appetite. She was in no mood to eat; especially if the meal was more dog food. "Ok. Come and get it." Kimberly looked up and saw that the woman was now sitting in a chair with her red silk panties off and her legs spread. "Come on." She said. "Eat." Kimberly whimpered, but knew she didn't have a choice so she crawled towards her and stuffed her face in between the woman's legs. It smelled musky. Kimberly really didn't want to do this, so she just rubbed her nose and her lips up and down the opening of the woman's vagina and sat back down. "Hahaha! I didn't say kiss. I said eat." Kimberly sat back up and once again moved in between the woman's legs. She closed her eyes and started licking the inside of her pussy. "Oh yeah!" The woman exclaimed. This was by far the most disgusting thing Kimberly ever done; and that was a bold statement considering she just drank her own pee. She carefully worked the inside of the woman's pussy a few more times and then pulled her head out. "I didn't say stop!" She commanded. Returning to the woman's crotch -- this time with more of a sob than a whimper -- Kimberly's head was pushed and held into place with both of her kidnapper's hands. She continued to lick around the inside sticking her tongue in and out, up and around, in and out, up and around. Five minutes passed. In and out... up and around... in and out.... up and around... Ten minutes. In and out... up and around. Fifteen minutes. When was this torture going to end? In and out... up and around. "Uhhh! I'm cuming!" Kimberly tried to withdraw her head when she heard this, but the woman kept it in place. She released a muffled scream as a fountain of juices came rushing out of the woman's pussy and into her mouth. "You will drink all of it." She said still recovering from the orgasm. Kimberly obliged and her head was released. It tasted worse than the pee. She once again burst into tears. The kidnapper recomposed herself and opened the door. "Cry baby." She said pitifully. "Be prepared for tomorrow. Your final test is yet to come." And with that she was gone. *** Kimberly cried for hours. Even after she had been transported back to the confines of the basement, she continued to sob. Her kidnappers had succeeded in twisting her beyond recognition. She was no longer a lady nor was she a good friend. After today she could no longer consider herself a dignified person either, but according to her kidnappers she wasn't a person at all. So who was she? Why was she being kept here? The light from the window above eventually disappeared as day turned to night. The room was again pitch black until the door opened and a bright light poured in. The man had returned with Stacy. After tying her back up to the wall he left, returned a brief time later with new bowls of water and dog food, and then left again. "Hey Kim." Stacy said after he had left. "Hey Stace." She responded soberly. By now all of Kimberly's tears had dried up. She no longer felt sad, or hurt, or scared. She felt nothing except emptiness. "The guy gave us more food." Stacy said optimistically. Kimberly said nothing and just continued to stare into the darkness ahead of her. "You, uh... you want to come eat with me?" "I already ate." "Oh... Ok. I'll just go by myself then." Stacy crawled over to the corner with the bowls and ate while Kimberly remained curled up, staring like a statue. A few minutes later Stacy returned. "I left some for you in case you feel hungry later." "Ok." "Also I was thinking we could give that thing another shot tonight." Kimberly said nothing. "You know... that thing where we kinda curl up together to keep warm." "Ok." "Are you alright Kim?" It was a stupid question, but it had to be asked. "Yup." She replied bluntly. "You sure?" "Yeah." "...Positive?" "Yes." Kimberly said starting to sound agitated. "...Because you seem a little-" "STACY! I JUST FUCKING TOLD YOU-" But before she finished she noticed a large bruise on Stacy's nose and dried blood on her upper lip. "Oh my God, Stacy! You're hurt!" Stacy quickly covered it up with her hand. "I'm fine." "No you're not! You're bleeding!" "It's just a little nosebleed." "Let me see." Kimberly pushed her friend's hand aside and examined the area. It was clear that somebody had hit her. "That bitch! She did this to you, didn't she?" Stacy said nothing and just looked down. Kimberly crawled over and gave her a big hug.