Chapter One

The blindfold increased her other four senses as she knelt on the floor of the room. Her hands were tied behind her back with a rough, scratching rope. She knew the reason she was here, but she didn't know why. Why her? Why did they have to choose her? It had been just an ordinary Thursday evening when her life had changed, when they had captured her. And she knew that no one would go looking for her. She was quiet. She was a loner. She didn't have any family. And the only friend she had ever had was her pet dog when she was seven years old before the accident that had killed both of her parents had occurred.

Gauri Winters whimpered when she heard the door creak open and slow, deliberate footsteps enter the room, echoing off the brick walls.

"Stand." A dark voice boomed through the room, and Gauri obeyed immediately.

She had lost all hope of defiance and rebellion after her first punishment here. She had been ordered to kneel before the man who controlled her; who controlled all of them. She had stomped her foot and shook her head, boldly snapping back at the man. But that had been the first and last time that she had defied any order given to her because after that, she had been instantly bound by her wrists in the middle of the room for everyone to see and whipped mercilessly. The red stripes that had scarred her back for weeks afterwards had finally healed, but she could always feel a slight sting to remind her of the harsh whip. She promised herself she would never say 'no' to these people again.

The man—Ajay—walked up to her. He was about a good foot taller than her five foot seven form. He reached around her and skillfully untied her bound wrists. His arm brushed lightly against her breast, and she gasped from the contact. He chuckled at her complete innocence and stepped back from her with the rope in his hands.

"Once you hear this door lock, you may take your blindfold off. Bathe in the tub that has been placed in the corner. Comb your hair with the brush on the floor. Dry yourself with the towel hanging by the tub. Do not redress yourself. And then replace the blindfold over your eyes. You have twenty minutes to be ready."

And that was exactly what Gaurie did. Gauri looked at her body after her bath. It didn't look as badly as she would have thought after being thoroughly cleaned. She combed through her tangled, black locks and tried to keep her brown eyes dry from salty tears. Crying wasn't going to help anything. She had quickly learned that. Twenty minutes seemed to go by quickly for her, but she was finished with the blindfold back in place by the time the door reopened.

"Very good. Now sit with your legs straight out and spread slightly. Do not try to kick me or I will whip you again."

Gauri  obeyed. Four weeks ago, she would have been embarrassed by this awkward and humiliating exposure, but this man had seen much of her body. Now she was just compliant. She had given hope up. Though the man had not done anything sexual to her—she was still a virgin, even though she had been here for four full weeks—he did from time to time touch her breast here and there or slide his fingers over her arse unnecessarily.

But not today—or tonight? Instead he picked up her right foot and gently placed a strappy shoe on her. He did the same with her other foot.

"Stand."

Gauri was shaky on her feet. She had never worn heels before. At least not heels that were this high. She assumed these heels were about five inches high. She was a good 5.8 feet tall in these painful shoes. Her ankles were already complaining against the foreign feeling. Ajay  then placed a leather necklace around her throat—make that a choker. No, wait, a collar, Gauri decided as she felt something being buckled to a ring on the leather collar and tugged. She understood what she was to do from the vigorous yank.

She followed Ajay out of the room that she had been in for at least one week. They entered a room where Ajay guided her next to another girl who was already in position for the depraved auction. This was what they had all been waiting for. Twenty-five girls in all were to be showed off like animals and sold. Gauri shivered as he unbuckled the collar and guided her hands into metal cuffs attached to the ceiling. Her legs were spread almost uncomfortably wide and then also secured to the floor. Gauri  couldn't help the tears from sliding out of her eyes and through the blindfold. 

"Ah, very nice." Ajay said and left her hanging—literally. Gauri's head hung from the humiliation of what had just happened to her .

She waited and waited. And then finally, the auction began. 

"Oh, this one is a good one. She's very feisty." Ajay  said, standing in front of Gauri

"This is a very high price." said a silky voice.

Gauri prepared herself for his fingers on her, but he didn't touch her.

"She's also a virgin."

"That's very unique in this day and age." the smooth voice replied with amazement.

"That is why she is expensive."

"I see." And then they both moved on to the next girl.

Gauri thought it was strange that the silky voice hadn't tried to touch her, hadn't explored her body. But she soon forgot about the silky voice as another man came up and roughly pinched her right nipple. Gauri  accidentally let out a sharp cry of pain as his nails cut into her sensitive flesh. He laughed harshly at her and then continued to the next girl, and Gauri  heard her also let out a quiet whimper from his tough touch.

It felt like hours, maybe it had been hours, but finally she felt the heat of the lights dim around her. She was unchained from the ceiling, but her wrists were rebound in front of her. She felt a leash attached to her collar again.

"I am sure you will enjoy your new slave, sir." Ajay  said, handing the leash over to a new man.

Gauri gulped, fear entering her system as she was handed over to an unknown man. Her fear heightened as she realized he could be the man who had aggressively pinched her.

"I am sure I will as well." His silky voice sent shivers down the young girl's spine, and she was relieved and scared to know that it was the man who hadn't touched her. She walked carefully behind this new man until the cold night's air pricked the hairs on the back of her neck. Giselle gasped and jumped back slightly when she felt the new man touch her.

He chuckled lightly. "My intentions were only to protect what belongs to me from the cold night's air. There is no need to be frightened of me, my kitten. Not yet, at least." he said and touched her again, but this time she realized that he was only placing a large coat around her naked body. The coat was so large that it traveled down past her knees. Gauri snuggled into her own body in the coat, saving her body warmth as she continued to follow this new man. She wasn't used to this kindness. She hadn't been used to it for about a month now.

The man guided her towards a waiting car that was parked a few feet away. He helped her into the backseat of the car where she sat nervously, fidgeting. When she heard the door shut behind her and the footsteps leave to walk around to the front of the car, she wondered if she could unlock the door while he was walking away. Maybe she could pull the blindfold off. Her heart lurched at how free she felt though she wasn't free at all. Not in the slightest. Suddenly, she heard the front door opening. Damn. She had wasted most of her time with thinking. No action being done.

She quickly lunged for the door, forgetting about the blindfold, hoping only to get out of here. Her hand found the door and hurriedly started searching for the handle. Her shaky fingers found it and began pulling frantically to no avail. Immediately, she began looking for the lock, hoping to pull it open before this new man realized her intentions, but to her surprise could not find the lock. She went to slide the blindfold off from around her eyes, but suddenly a deep, booming voice from the front seat spoke, "Dare to take your blindfold off and you will have to suffer the consequences. I hear you are well acquainted with the whip..."

Her fingers froze over the blindfold, and she began shaking violently.

"Very good, my pet. Now be a good girl and stay still. If you try to escape, I will catch you. And when I bring you back, do not expect me to be merciful with you. You will not get many warnings."

Gauri bit her quivering lip, hoping to subdue the whimpers that were trying to escape her lips. She would not show this man how scared she really was. She would not satisfy him with her tears. Gauri felt the car move underneath her, and her heart hammered harder in her chest. Her mouth had become very dry ever since she had been in this unknown man's possession. Possession. The word rang in her ears. That was all that she was now. She was his. Gauri's shoulders shook violently as she choked back tears. The ride continued in silence until finally the car stopped, and Gauri could hear distant, loud noises. She couldn't decipher what they were until the door beside her was opened, and she heard the take-off of an airplane.

A strong hand grabbed her bound wrists and forcefully guided her out of the car. She stood cautiously on her five inch heels. They clicked against the cement ground as she was directed towards the noises of the planes.

"Watch your step." The silky voice was almost gentle when it said this—almost. His firm grip on her wrists reminded her that she was at his beck and call, and she shook again, trying to bite back the sobs that wanted to escape her lips.

Gauri  very carefully climbed the steps to the awaiting plane. Her new...owner...walked behind her, making sure she had no escape. Her tall right heel suddenly slipped from the metal stairs, and her body fell backwards. She let out a shocked and frightened cry as she fell back, but she was caught in the strong arms of her new possessor. She felt his bulging biceps catch her body securely.

"I said, 'watch your step'." His smooth voice grew hard, causing Gauri to shake harder against his body.

"I'm s-sorry." she whispered.

He made no reply, but powerfully set her right and nudged her forward inside the plane. She waited for him to guide her to a seat. Once they were seated side by side, the new man took Gauri s bound hands in his own, his thumb gently rubbing the back of her hand. Gauri uncontrollably shook in his hands.

Omkara Holds looked down at his new toy. Her curly, blacke hair traveled down to her hips. And he had already seen how beautiful her body was. She had nice, round breasts that weren't too big or too small. They were a good C-cup. And her pink nipples were tantalizing and almost begged to be teased. She had a nice, petite waist that widened, only slightly, and curved into rounded hips. Her legs were shapely and blemish-free. She needed a manicure and pedicure though. But he had known she would . Omkara  like his objects to be in prim and proper shape. Her hair wasn't as glossy as it could be. Omkara  knew of its glossy potential because of the picture that had been provided with the paperwork that he signed after he had paid for her. He glanced at his briefcase, knowing that all the paperwork was in there. He knew that he would have to go through it and learn what his new toy's strengths and weaknesses were, so he could break and train her properly.

Just then, Omkara  heard the soft, rhythmic breathing of Gauri and felt her relaxed body leaning against him. He was glad that she was leaning against him. He liked that fact that she wasn't so frightened of him that she would force herself to stay awake. He reached down and untied her wrists. He saw the red marks that the rough rope had left on her otherwise untarnished skin and cursed the Ajay  for not taking better care of their merchandise. These marks would take a few days to heal. Omkara  then took off his coat that was still around her shoulders and replaced it with a fox skinned blanket. He bent down and removed the five inch heels, knowing her ankles were probably dying from wearing them. And finally, he took the leather collar off her neck.

Omkara then decided this would be the perfect time to review her paperwork and learn more about her. With her still resting comfortably against him, Omkara reached down and opened his briefcase up to remove the large folder with all of Gauri's information in it. His eyes scanned through the details about her. He learned that she had had a hard childhood. She was an only child, both of her parents had been killed in a car accident, and she had been taken away from her favorite pet, a dog, to be brought up in a foster house all at the age of seven. She had gone to Catholic elementary school, middle school, and high school. She had always been pretty, but kept to herself, never making life long friends; she now—well, used to—lived in an apartment and worked as an editor for a local newspaper. She made acquaintances, but no friends, she had no relatives, she had no one. No one would look for her. Just like how no one would look for the other twenty-four girls who had been at the auction. That was why they had been chosen, after all. Little did any of them know that they had been stalked and watched for months before their actual kidnappings. And that was something that shocked Omkara  as he read about Gauri's kidnapping. She had been a fighter. She had been feisty, just how Ajay  said she was. Feisty. He liked the sound of it.

She had almost escaped when she had been first kidnapped. The details about her kidnap were short, probably because the Ajay didn't want any of their clients to think they were slacking by letting a mere child almost get away from their grasps. All that was said about her kidnap was that she had injured her captor in the jaw, sending him to the hospital after she had been brutally punished. She had also defied them, resulting in a harsh whipping in front of all the girls as an example. After that she had quieted down. Good. That meant she was good at learning. She tested her captors to see what she could get away with, and once she knew her limits, she stopped.

Omkara put her paperwork away, knowing enough about her. But he wanted to learn more. And he would once they reached his ship. He then returned to observing his slave. She slept peacefully against his side. Her now unbound hand had unconsciously crept to rest on his abdominal muscles. Her legs curled underneath her. She snuggled deeper into the soft blanket and let out a relaxed sigh of contentment, obviously dreaming about anything but the situation she was in now.

Gauri  slept peacefully. She woke up, but didn't open her eyes. Instead she savored the warm feeling of the soft blanket wrapped around her body. But then her sleepy mind recognized the alien blanket. Her blanket at home wasn't this soft. This didn't make any sense. She opened her brown  eyes to learn her whereabouts, but all she saw is darkness. And then the past month entered her brain, and she gasped, lurching up from her comfortable sleeping position. Her head hit against something hard, and she brought her hand up to rub her now throbbing skull. She realized that she was still blindfolded and went to remove it from around her head, but was stopped by a hard, cold voice that brought back traumatizing memories.

"Do not remove your blindfold." the silky voice ordered, and Gauri  knew better than to disobey. She dropped her hands to her lap hopelessly. She scooted farther away from the voice only to be stopped by a wall. She grabbed the blanket that had fallen from her body and covered her naked form, breathing heavily. She remembered the auction, she remembered being sold to this man, and she remembered walking into the plane. She assumed it was his plane, seeing as there was no noise coming from any other passengers.

"P-Please." she whimpered.

"Please, what?"

"Don't hurt me."

"I do not intend to ever hurt you, my pet, but if you disobey me, do not think that I will merciful."

Gauri  gulped, not able to respond to his cold tone of voice. Suddenly her stomach gave a grumble, reminding her that she had not eaten for hours.

"I-I'm sorry."

"Save your apologies for more serious matters. Your human necessities are too trivial to apologize over. Sandi l."

"Yes, master?"

"Bring some breakfast for two."

"Right away, master." Sandi bowed and returned to the front of the plane to prepare breakfast.

"Where are we going?" Gauri whispered.

"To my ship."

"I mean...geographically, where are we going?" Gauri  asked quietly.

"You have no need for that knowledge, my pet."

Gauri nodded slowly and turned her head away from the voice, still frightened from the intensity it could muster. She could feel the vibrations underneath her from the movement of the plane as they flew to wherever they were heading. A ship was what the voice had said. He must be a captain. The only kind of ship Gaurie could think of was a pirate's ship or a slave ship. She shuddered from the thought of the latter.

"What troubles you, pet?"

"N-Nothing."

He was silent, but the tension was almost unbearable. And then suddenly she felt him gently pulling the blanket from her.

"N-No, please, stop."

"Listen here, you are mine, I will do with you as I please. You do not have any say, understand? And you will most certainly not lie to me." he said as he pulled the blanket from her, exposing her body to him. "Kneel on the floor. Between my legs."

Gauri shook her head in defiance, "No."

Omkara s jaw clenched. He let out a sharp breath of frustration and said, "You will surely be punished for your insolence. I do not wish to harm your delicate body, but I am not afraid to do it. Now if you wish to avoid the lash of my whip, kneel on the floor between my legs. Now."

Giauri  again shook from the harshness of his words and obeyed him. Once she was in position between his legs, he grabbed her hair from her roots and pulled backwards, forcing her to face upwards. "Tell me what troubles you."

"I was thinking about the ship you mentioned." she said quickly, her muscles taut and straining from the pain he caused her skull.

Omkara  let go of her hair, and his fingers gently trailed down her cheek, past her neck, over her shoulder, and to her breast, where he cupped and massaged it. "See, that's wasn't so hard, was it?"

Gauri shook her head 'no' as her body shivered from the sensations he was sending through her. She hated the way that she loved what he was doing to her.

"Now, why did the thought of my ship make you shudder?" Omkara  asked as he switched to her other breast and gently massaged that one in the same manner as he had the previous one.

Gauri let out a small gasp before she answered, "In my mind, I see a slave ship."

"Ah. Well, rest assured, we are going to no slave ship."

"Yes, sir."omkara smiled at her words. She learned quickly who was in control of the situation and who to respect.

Just then, dandi  returned with two trays of food. Gauri 's nose twitched at the smell of warm food.

"You may now sit again."Omkara instructed, and Gaurie obeyed without hesitation.

She wrapped the blanket securely around her shoulders and waited for him to place the tray in front of her, so she may begin eating, but instead he said, "Open your mouth."

Gauri  jerked backwards, when a fork gently touched her closed lips, surprised. She blinked under her blindfold, confused. Why was he feeding her like a child?

"Please, I can—"

"I know you can feed yourself, my pet, but it will please me to feed you myself. And what is your only goal in life now?"

Gauri was smart. She knew the right answer. She was just too embarrassed to reply.

"Have you not learned your lesson about answering me when I ask you something?" Omkara  returned to fondling her chest, "Or do I need to teach you again?"

Gauri jumped and answered, "My only goal in life is to please you, sir."

"Very good. Now, open your mouth." he repeated.

And this time Gauru complied. Omkara gently placed the fork, which had a small helping of scrambled eggs on it, into her mouth. Gaurie, feeling like a child again, closed her mouth around the fork, and Omkara pulled it out, giving her sufficient time to chew her food and swallow before repeating the process. Once Gaurie had finished her plate, Omkara  put her cup off steaming coffee to her lips, and she drank it. Even though she hated coffee, she wasn't about to pass it up. She hadn't had this large amount of nutrients for years. Her job at the local newspaper barely paid the rent, let alone enough food to satisfy her hunger.

"You don't like coffee?" his smooth voice asked.

"The coffee was good."

"Do not lie to me, pet. I saw your face twist in slight revulsion."

"It is not my favorite beverage." G admitted.

"That was all you had to say." His tone was almost rough—almost.

"I'm sorry."

"Would you quit apologizing for things that do not matter?" he barked.

"I—" G stopped herself before she could apologize again. She shut her mouth and turned her head away from his voice, again frightened by his wrath.

"I know this is difficult for you, but you are going to have to learn to cope with your new situation. If you do as you are ordered, then you may find that no harm will come to you." he said in a strained voice. G  heard him take a few, deep breaths, calming himself, "Now, I know you are probably very confused, so if you have any questions, you may ask them."

Giselle was quiet for a long time before she finally asked, "What is your name?"

"Omkara Holds. But you may call me 'master' or 'sir'."

"Yes, sir." It wasn't as difficult for her as she might have thought it to be. She had, after all, gone to Catholic school all her life, and respect and politeness was practically drilled into their minds. Calling him 'master' was a whole different story. "Why did this happen to me?"

"Because you have no family or close friends." he answered with no malice in his voice.

"Why did you buy me?"

This time his answer didn't come so quickly, "Because you are a challenge. You're feisty, and will likely be hard to break."

G shuddered from his words. Break? That didn't sound too pleasant.

"How much did you pay for me?" G felt as if she was talking about herself as some kind of object, some sort of possession.

"Twenty grand."

"Holy shit." G gasped.

"Well, you're a virgin, so, naturally, you cost more than a degraded street slut." om replied, and G felt her cheeks heat up with mortification to realize that he knew such personal information about her.

"How long are we going to be on your ship?"

"One year."

"Why?"

"I have cargo that I need to sail to Europe. I will do some business there, and then we will return to America. The process will take one year, more or less, depending on how long the business in Europe will take."

"How old are you?"

"Twenty-eight." he answered and then said, "And your next question is probably going to be what do I intend to do with you."

"Rape me, no doubt." G was surprised at how sure she sounded.

"It doesn't have to be rape, my pet."

"But it will be." she mumbled.

Omkara chuckled, "I always like a good fight."

"Well, then you're going to love me."

"It won't be so much of a fight with you. You're only a child."

"I am seventeen years old. I am no child." G argued.

"If you insist. Now if you are finished with asking questions, please stay quiet. I am very tired."

"How do you know when you fall asleep, I won't run away?" G asked, testily.

"We're on a plane. Where are you going to run away to?"

G huffed haughtily in her seat and crossed her arms over her chest, put out with this whole situation. But she had a plan. A plan that just might work