Five o'clock arrived and he had no idea where she was. He opened his pack and pulled out a little electronic device. A GPS locator had been stitched into the leather of her bra and all he had to do was turn on the device to locate her. The gadget blinked to life and he saw that she was almost two miles from him. No wonder he couldn't find her.
He started in her direction at a slow run. He would have to hurry if he was to get to her in time. As he got close to her, he pulled out some special paintballs that he had been hoping to avoid using. It was time to utilize them now, though. He loaded five of them into the rifle.
Each of the paintballs was laced with a tranquilizer that would be absorbed through the skin. As long as he did not hit leather, she would be out cold within a minute regardless of where he hit her.
He found her again, running along a stream bed. He took aim again and fired. Once again, luck was with her. She reached a boulder as he fired and stepped up on it. The paintball that should have hit her just below her neck hit her in the abdomen instead. But this time, luck was with him too.
He replaced the remaining tranquilizer paintballs with the regular ones and waited. She kept moving for a short distance and then slowed and eventually stopped. Her legs became wobbly and she reached up to press the back of her hand to her forehead. Then she crumpled to the ground. He shot her one more time, in the thigh this time," so that she would wake up with three blue spots on her. Then he moved forward to collect his winnings.
He was far from the house so he called for a pick up. By the time the jeep rolled into the clearing, he had stripped his new slave and had bound her tightly. She lay on her back with her wrists tied tightly behind her back and her ankles crossed and bound.
"What happened?" she asked as her eyelids fluttered open.
"I captured a slavegirl," he grinned as he looked down on her lovely nude form. "You are the newest slave."
"I only remember two," she said.
"There are three," he said, crouching down. He touched each of the blue marks on her body. "You fell as I hit you the third time and you must have hit your head. Do you feel all right?"
"Yes, I feel fine," she said. "I actually thought I was going to win."
"You did very well," he replied. "You almost did win." In fact, there was less than a minute to go when she collapsed. She would have won without the aids that Ricardo employed.
"Why am I naked?" she asked after she raised her head and saw that all of her clothing was missing.
"Because I own you now," he grinned again. "And naked is how I wanted you. You must have noticed that I keep all of my girls naked."
"Ooooo!!!" squealed Angela. "I guess slavery begins now."
"In more ways that you can imagine," affirmed Ricardo.
The jeep delivered them back to the mansion. Angela was thrown in the back and rode like a piece of luggage. She did not mind, though. She had already entered her own personal sub space at that point.
Rosa and Yvonne were assigned the job of cleaning her up when they got back. Instead of taking her to the luxurious room she had before, however, they took her into a wing of the house that looked more like a barracks. They kept her bound and dunked her into the tub several times before scrubbing her body down with stiff brushes. Her earlier bath had been much different.
She was dried and then taken to another part of the building. The girls strapped her into something that looked like a dentist chair without removing the bindings. Wide leather straps were draped above her body above and below her breasts and across her tummy, effectively immobilizing her. Another strap went across her forehead so she could no longer turn it left or right.
Once she was immobilized, they released her ankle bindings and spread her legs, binding her feet into stirrups. Now, the chair resembled something more like what a gynecologist might use. With all of the bindings completed, the girls called for Ricardo.
He entered the room and admired his newest slave. He ran his palm down one of her thighs and enjoyed the firm flesh that he encountered. Then he moved between her legs and smiled at her.
"You are mine now," he said. "I have been waiting for this moment."
"Yes, Master," she said. A tingle went through her body as she spoke the words. "I belong to you."
"Yes, you do," he smiled as she called him by his rightful title. "You are my newest, most valuable possession."
He unzipped his pants. Yvonne dropped to her knees and helped him remove them. Then she wrapped her lips around his shaft to make sure that he was hard. It was an unnecessary act, though. He was already rock hard and had been throughout much of the day in anticipation of taking ownership of Angela.
He pushed the girl aside and then plunged his cock into Angela, causing her to gasp out her breath at the sudden intrusion. He fucked her and used her body with no regard to her needs. He was simply using her body to achieve pleasure for himself. She was moving toward an orgasm of her own from all of the arousal of the day but he climaxed and pulled out before she could be pushed over the edge. She groaned in frustration as the coupling ended prematurely.
"Bring in the cast and crew" he told the girls. They scampered out of the room and returned shortly with three women and two men. The men held cameras which they set up and aimed at Angela. Two of the women were naked. The third was dressed from head to toe in black latex with cutouts for her breasts, pussy and ass. All three women had a skull and cross bones on their asses.
"Ricardo, what is this?" Angela asked as she looked around the room, confused. This was not what she had agreed to.
"You are going to be a star, my lovely," he replied. "It is just a small part in this movie but we will move you on to bigger roles in the future."
"Ricardo, you can't do this."
"What part of slavery do you not understand, my dear? I own you. I can do whatever I want."
"Ricardo, this isn't right. It's not fair."
Ricardo stepped up to the chair. He placed one hand on a breast and brushed the backs of his fingers from the other hand across her cheek. "It may not be fair, but it is very right. That's the beauty of slavery."
She tried to shake her head but it was held firm by the strap across her forehead. He squeezed her breast and whispered to her. "Say anything you want. Scream if you would like to."
Then he straightened up and turned to the men. "Roll cameras. Girls, action!"
"We caught this one lurking about down by the docks, Mistress," said one of the naked girls.
"Good girls," said the one dressed as a dominant in the black latex. She stepped beside the chair that held Angela and looked down at the bound woman. "Who do you work for?"
"This is an outrage!" screamed Angela. "Let me out of this chair this instant!"
Greta, the dominant one, raised a riding crop and smashed it down on Angela's belly, eliciting a scream. "I asked you a question, girl. Answer me before I have to resort to more painful measures."
"Let me out of here!" screamed Angela.
Again, the crop punished Angela's belly and again she screamed. Greta turned to one of the girls. "Lindy, get between her legs. You know what to do."
The girl stood between Angela's wide-stretched legs and ran a finger between the petals that were already wet from the arousal of the hunt and Ricardo's recent fucking. She inserted a finger and moved it in and out. Under normal circumstances, Angela would enjoy having the beautiful girl play with her sex, but these were not normal circumstances. She was disgusted that she was being filmed as part of a porno movie. She had recognized the skull and cross bones as the brand marks for the movies that John was always buying.