Setting: Jessie is on her way home from a party one August night and takes a short cut through a wooded area, something she will come to regret as she is overpowered by a fierce and experienced Master, who is ready to take her to his out-of-town farmhouse and train her to be his slave and painslut.

Initially one-on-one between gagged_Louise and TheDeSade

PROLOGUE (moved from Last Word Chain and edited a little)

Night was his time. How easily he moved within the shadows, almost invisible, unseen, unheard, unnotived, free to stalk his prey. A target moving like a silky outline across the lawn, Jessie has decided to take a quickie over a wooded knoll to get home at 3 a.m, and doesn't look back.
Back into the shadows he steps as he watches the lithe form as it glides across the ever darkening space. Moving quietly, paralleling her line of travel, slowly closing the distance, judging the time and the place to make his capture.Yet capture is the last thing on her mind as the young woman strays beside old oaks and bushes, her dark skirt lilting below her knees. She spotted the moon, which is just passing into a cloud.
Clouds masking the moon. Darkness becomes darker. In an instant he springs. Hands around throat and mouth, lifting her and pulling her back into the thick cover of the shrubs and oaks. His hands tighten, cutting off all sound and all breath, holding her as she struggles silently. Silently pushing her calves and her right knee up from the ground she runs her arm out to try and jut him in the chest. She feels her assailant's hairy hand over her mouth, pressing shut and shaking her jaws and drowning her voice into grunts.

"I have to get to see past this bully to get some light" she thinks dimly, "to see what I'm doing. Mmmgh!" The cold panic is going close to her surface, and she tries not to see the red evil in his eyes, shut nearly to a squint. He tightens his grip, one hand over her mouth and nose, the other holding her tightly around the waist, lifting her easily off the ground.
Again pushing with the weight of her bosom, the damsel tries to head bunt the attacker, but fails in her intention. She's thrashing about like an angry kitten. Kitten-like mews issue from her throat. He feels her stuggle, but the struggle's getting less and less as the lack of air begins to work on her ability to fight. She knew how to fight off she thought, but not in this wooden pitch darkness. Her face and mouth grabbed by his harsh hands, she instinctively decides it's better to get hustled than to get maimed or killed. Grunting and nodding at her abductor, eyes wide and her arms still, Jessie signals her, for now, unconditional surrender.
Surrender the message she has sent, he half drags and half carries her to the waiting van at the bottom of the hill. Parked in the darkness of the shadow of the parking garage, the door stood half open, awaiting its next passenger. Passenger of a car Jessie had been many times before but never for a ride like this one. To calm her kidnapper, the young lady puts her hands together in front, but he grabs them and coldly guides them to Jessie's back and has them securely tied. Fear rises in her throat again.

Again and again he wraps the rope tightly around her wrists. Grabbing her ankles he secures them well. Pushing Jessie's face down into the carpet of the van, he slides a hand up the back of her thigh, under her silken skirt, cupping the globe of her rounded flesh and squeezes tightly. Without a word, he slams the door and darkness falls.
Fallen darkness outside of the van: Inside, the hogtied beauty is squirming, tugging blindly at the ropes on her wrists. The swift motion of the car bumping Jessie about on the carpet, she can't even get up on her knees, her feet and thighs being too viciously bound and roped up to the strict knots at her wrists. Close to panic at first, she steels herself, grunts into the rolled, dirty panties found in the van and shoved under the tape gag and tells herself she's lucky to be alive. Alive she is and intensly aware. Licking his lips in eager anticipating of the things to come, but concentrating on his driving Master maneuvers the van down the lonely, nearly abandoned road to the dark farmhouse. Parking near the door, he exits and jerks open the van door.
The door opening for a new chapter in her life, though she doesn't know, there is nothing she can do as yet: Squirming on the floor, she perceives him like a shadow against the farmstead wall and the apple trees. As he touches her by the arm, Jessie grunts with fear and tension under her breath. Breath coming in short sharp bursts, he drags her from the van and hurries inside the abandoned house. Kicking the door shut as he enters, he turns and finds his way carefully down the dark steep stairs to the deep basement beneath the house. Turning into the dark room, lit only by a small camp lantern, he dumps her on an old mattress, leaving her for a moment.
Moments passing, Jessie kicks into the mattress and grunts unintelligibly "Mómmy, help,.,Mmmpf!" She goes on thrashing and amking muffled sounds in her tomb-like darkness; she realizes the ropes are getting tighter still but there's no holding her back. Right back into the room Master now strides, carrying the tools of his obsession. Tossing the heavy bag on the floor he kneels, the bright flash of a blade in the light and he starts to remove her clothing, a piece at a time, slowly, savoring the time he spends.
Spending her time the evening before choosing a nice outfit, the tights and the gloves she liked for a party was of no use, as she is about to see. Her gloves destroyed already in the assault, her tights are being peeled off like orange peelings, and still hogtied, there is nothing to do about it. The prisoner realizes with a shudder that he will soon destroy her skirt - what else could he do with it? - and grunts really loud, but to no avail..
Loud in the quiet room are her grunts punctuated by the sounds of her clothing being slowly removed in tatters. He works slowly, enjoying the sight of her skin coming slowly into view. The tights, then the blouse, then the skirt, until the lady lays only in thong and bra. Hips, bra and ribcage exposed, her shoulders crouched as if to protect her head, Jessie can't rise from the floor, her hands and calves still folded and pinned under her. Through the oily darkness she meets his wolflike eyes, and she knows the end will be worse than the beginning.