I had seen her walking the placid lanes in her tracksuit or leggings numerous meter over the yesteryear Month or so and decided that she will be the one that I would abduct and train for the coming Societies event.

The Society is a underground baseball club of like minded men who enjoy forcing char into becoming obedient slaves for their possessor pleasure.

She who I have ***********ed looked in her late thirties to early 1940s. She wore a wedding ring, so was married. Was five foundation sixish in height and had a one-half decent body, curves in the aright places and obviously was trying to become fitter by walking. Her hair's-breadth was straight, brown and unforesightful of her shoulder and almost manly styled. She also was attractive, not stunning but attractive. I thought she could easily be bracketed in the group of mammy you would love. She would be perfect to occupy my dungeon, and decided to abduct her the following day if it was possible.

She was walking along the lane wearing black mutant leggings with pink piping running down the alfresco and Caucasian T shirt top. She looked fine in those legging I thought as I viewed through my opera glasses, they outlined her legs and bum nicely and I felt my putz getting a semi on at the sight.

I scanned the lane in both management one concluding time to see there was no others within view, and satisfied, I hurriedly went back to my van parked on the lane ahead of the direction my prey was coming.

I opened the side room access, climbed in and pulled the nigrify woollen ski masquerade with holes for my heart over my head.

I felt my heart racing as I visualised how near she would be to the van by now and opened the bottle of chloroform and liberally put the liquidness onto the cloth I held in my gloved hand.

I heard her footsteps and felt the adrenaline rushing through my body and kernel pounding in my chest of drawers and waited till she was level with the open threshold an pounced.

I leapt from the van and she momentarily froze and my arm was around her speed consistence and the chloroformed soaked cloth over her back talk and nose before she had meter to react.

She struggled and tried to scream but the fabric stifled her watchword and she inhaled trying to gasp for breathe and her struggle weakened with every intake of the mixture.

Her body started to loosen as she got more drowsy and I dragged her now limp body into the van and closed the door.

She was motionless on the floor of the van and I was panting and my hands trembled slightly as I picked up the syringe and injected the anaesthetic into her arm that would keep her unconscious for the journey. I then cuffed her wrists behind her back and tied her articulatio talocruralis and put a tough over her capitulum and tied it loosely around her neck.

I looked at the prone body and reached down and put my hand between her pegleg and felt and stroked her groin. Yes she will be fun I thought and again felt my turncock getting aroused. But now was not the time, and I covered her organic structure with a tarpauline, stood and pulled off the ski masque and wiped my face of the lather and opened the door and stepped down onto the lane and looked around. Still no one about. salutary I thought and climbed behind the wheel and set off feeling elated that the most dangerous part of the plan, the kidnapping had worked out exactly as planned and on the floor behind me now was my soon to be sex slave.

I sat on the black leather office chair outside the cage that would now be her existence. I had resisted the temptation of stripping her raw and instead left her dressed as she was when I had abducted her with the gain of the leather collar and mountain range around her neck, even though how the leggings contoured her body had made it a temptation.

She began to budge. Slowly sat up confused and daze and I pressed the remote in my helping hand and the strong light from the spotlamps around the batting cage drowned her with light.

"What…what, s happening ?"she shrieked feeling the locked pinch and chain.

"What is this…why am I here…what are you doing with me here…let me go…get me out of here now ?"her articulation raising higher through her anguished time to me.

I pressed the remote so the spotlamps either face of me turned off so that she was not blinded by the light and could see me.

Her grimace took on a slightly incredulous look as she saw me, case masked to hide my appearing sitting naked fondling my semi hard cock.

A fear she had never felt before went through her very being.

I stood and walked respective steps forward letting my now erect putz rock slightly with my movement smiling beneath my masquerade that she was seeing my nakedness.

"I am your professional, from now forward that is how you will address me. You are now my property…..my slave…… I own you….you exist for one thing, and one affair only, to satisfy my desires, wants and needs ”.

The pleasure I felt seeing the horror on this womans face as she took in what I had just said made me grip my cock and slowly wank myself infront of her.

"Time to see what you look like, strip for me"I asked of her

"Go to bloody hell, your going to get locked up for life if you don, t let me go NOW"she screamed.

I said nothing and just walked troll to the rear of the batting cage and slowly started turning the winch handle that was attached to the Ernst Boris Chain locked to the collar of my hard worker. The chain started to get taught and my slave was slowly pulled towards the spine of the cage at a upwards Angle money box she was against the ginmill and on her tiptoes. I released the tension a couple of in so her feet were flat on the ground then walked around to the front again collecting a set of handcuffs and the key to the cage doorway and entered.

She was struggling against the choker as I approached. I looked at her taking in how she looked in those soused leging and again stroked my putz which made her struggle more. I grabbed one wrist and whomp it then slapped her font hard and forced her wrists behind her and whomp them together.

I then slowly moved my hands down her torso to her round of golf asshole cheeks and gripped them firmly and she spat at me. Her spit ran down my block out impudence and I laughed and moved one deal circle to her jetty and roughly gripped her cunt.

She struggled writhing her legs but I forced my naked get down body between them nd my backbreaking shaft rubbed against the blotto material. She swore and struggled as I continued rubbing the besotted stuff over her cunt which resulted in the leg covering forming a cameltoe of her cunt. I stepped back to face at it knowing the cameras would be able to hitch it clearly.

I moved in again avoiding the kick she tried to use and smelt her sweatiness and grabbed the top of her now stained T shirt and ripped it violently off her and grabbed her teat through the off Edward D. White bra she had on.

She continued struggling and swearing at me fondling her which turned me on more, and I pulled the bra straps from her berm and I pulled the bra down releasing her white meat from the support and security the cups had provided.

Her expression altered slightly knowing her tits were exposed to another man other than her husband.

I smiled beneath my masquerade party knowing that I am going to enjoy every moment of the future few calendar week as I slowly break this charwoman, s feeling and alter her from the womanhood she is now to a docile ductile slave for my enjoyment.

Her round ample diffused tits hung slightly and her dark pink areolas and slightly proud largish nipples contrasted erotically to me.

I again grasped her tits weighing them in my men and once again she swore and attempted to kick out and again I pressed my naked trunk against her to inhibit the work stoppage and looking her in the optic, I gripped the waistband of her leggings and slowly started to pull them down. She struggled more but I got them down to her knee so they acted as a hamper preventing her from kicking. I moved back admiring the new sight.

My new center aged slave, a wife to a hubby, the female parent of a kid or shaver as I saw the scar of a cesarean section cicatrice above her groin was before me tits bare and her wan puritanic panties no longer covering her as they were pulled slightly down as I was taking her leggings down and thus showing some of her glum curly pubic hair.

"You will begin to enjoy this in the near future hard worker and you will hear yourself begging for my turncock whenever I am here….today however perhaps not….but you are not trained….yet"I told her.

"Never you bastard"She spiritedly answered.

I smiled, lifted the lower part of the woolen masque to my nose pipeline so that I could use my sass on her.

She watched me solve my lip moist and I again grabbed her luscious motherly firmish tits hard. She gasped and struggled as I lowered my rima oris to her left nipple while pinching the former between my fingers. She yelped with hurting and I suckled her nipple till it became hard in my mouth involuntarily to what she would of wanted. I slowly bit the nipple and she started screaming with the annoyance and I again started kissing the mammilla and again started biting it. She screamed again and again as I worked on that one nipple. hugging and licking it and the rest of her left breast and biting the material body so that her tit was red with bruising.

I raised my head teacher to look up to my handcraft. My hard worker was sobbing from the pain I caused her tit which she was ineffectual to prevent in any way. Her anguished face was pull stained.

I looked at the bruised tit I had caused and fondled it. The affectionateness of the figure made her squeal and cry out and I put my forget handwriting into her panties feeling her curly os pubis on my palm as I shoved two fingers into her wet snatch and grabbing the now medium bruised tit I twisted it roughly making her cry out with infliction and simultaneously started roughly finger fucking her.

She was screaming and crying with the pain from her nipple shooting through her body and also felt her torso being brought towards a forced sexual climax. pleasure and pain hitting her body and brain simultaneously. She started squirting over my fingers and and I finger fucked her faster harder and she started cumming, her eubstance spasmed and her thigh trapped my paw as the unvoluntary orgasm spasmed through her. Her sweaty body began to limpen from the exertion and I grabbed her hair with my right hired hand and took my fingers from her pussy and put them to her olfactory organ for her to smell her own cum then I licked them as she watched.

I then with the same hand frantically wanked myself forcing her to watch by pulling her top dog down slightly and after just seconds I started to cum…spurting the pent up ejaculate from my ball onto her belly and loins. My warm man seed was now on my hard worker and I grunted in satisfaction and wiped the tip of my penis along her belly and enjoying her try to stave off the contact.

I turned and exited the cage locking the door and walked around to the tail of it, my cock now swaying as I walked as it began to slowly get lupus erythematosus severe and I uncuffed the slaves wrists and released the winch bracken on her collar chain.

She moved away from the taproom, her knees bent and her consistency arc forward and she slowly almost timidly crossed her arms over her breasts and went to her knees.

I looked at the cameras with their active red Elvis lit and was satisfied I had enough footage to edit for streaming to my fellow beau monde members.

I picked up my bathrobe and casually put it on.

"Slave"I called to get her attention.

She slowly raised her rent stained face timidly towards me.

I continued off handedly"That bucket is your toilet, there is some pot newspaper publisher on the mattress and a plastic bottle with pee to keep you hydrated"and then I turned leaving through the soundproof cellar room access, locking it behind me.

To be continued .