Amanda started to shake as he told he was going to kill her. No, please, I won’t tell anyone, I promise. You don’t have to kill me. Please, please. She was crying so hard by now, that she did not even know if he could understand her. She felt him place the gun beside her head and closed her eyes, waiting for the shot. Bulldog could feel her shaking as he held the gun to her head. He was just about to pull the trigger when he heard a voice behind him.



“Bulldog, what’s going on? Bulldog pulled the gun away from the girl’s head to face the man who had spoken. Mr Jones, I am sorry you had to see this. I had hoped to get her out of the way before you came to pick up your goods. Amanda opened her eyes to see the man who had spoken, seeing a man in dark clothing, his face hidden in the shadows of the room. She saw him approach her, revealing dark hair and eyes, with an expression she could not read in them. She flinched as the man stroked her check and gripped her chin, forcing her to look at him. As he held her face, he turned to talk again to Bulldog. What did she do? We found her snooping around, I think she was looking for the other bitch we had to get rid of the other day. The boss doesn’t want to take the risk of letting her go and we are not able to take her with us, so I have to kill her. If you had been a moment later the job would already have been done.”



Amanda saw the man turn to face her again. What is your name? A.manda Well, Amanda, this just might be your lucky day. Amanda wondered what he meant as he turned to talk to the other man again. Do you think Hank would let me have her. I would be happy to pay if he likes. It would certainly get her off your hands. Amanda felt a flash of anger at being treated like a commodity, but remembering that she had been about to be killed, realised that this might be her lucky day. At least she might have a chance to escape and let the police know about Susan. The two men had moved back to the middle of the room, now joined by Hank. She watched them talk for at least five minutes, finally seeing Mr Jones give Hank some money and shake his hand. She didn’t know how she felt, she had been sold but at least she was still alive.



Chapter two Sold



Amanda pulled against the ropes tied around her body, knowing that it was useless. After the men had agreed on her sale price, she had been released from the chair, her hands still tied, and lifted effortlessly over Mr Jones shoulder. She grunted as her stomach hit his shoulder and felt his hand grip her legs firmly, holding her in place. She had then been carried outside and placed in the back of the truck that the men had been loading the crates into earlier. It is lucky I like to come prepared. Stay still while I get what I need. Amanda had thought about running, but knowing that the other men were just inside and not knowing exactly where Mr Jones had gone, she stayed still. Good to see you have some sense, it would not have been a good idea to try to run. Now, roll over and lie on your stomach. Amanda shivered as she rolled into place and felt him firmly tie her ankles and then her knees together, his hand running up and down her legs.



David could not believe his luck, not only had he managed to smuggle in some priceless artefacts but he had found himself a new slave at the same time. He could feel her shaking as he ran his hands over the back of her legs. He redid the ties around her wrists and then moved to fasten her elbows together, making them meet. He heard her grunt in pain as he forced her elbows together and gave her a slap on the bottom as he moved around to her head. He forced her head up to look at him. Feel that, do you? Just wait to see what it will feel like by the time I get you home. New tears came to her eyes at his words. He moved down close to her so that he could whisper in her ear. Just remember, you would be feeling nothing by now if it wasn’t for me. The pain you feel will remind you that you are still alive. He moved back to look at her face, seeing by the look in her eyes that she knew she couldn’t argue with him.



Amanda felt his hand tightly gripping her hair as she thought about what he had said. He was right but she could do without this kind of reminder. Please, it hurts. You don’t have to tie me so tightly, I won’t try to get away. She felt his grip tighten. Oh but you see, I like seeing pretty young things in pain. It turns me on, but that will have to wait until we get home. Amanda froze as she heard his words. She felt tears run down her face, at not only his words but also the tone of his voice. Now, we just need to fix a few more things and we can be on our way.”



David felt his cock twitch as he looked into her eyes. He loved the fear he saw there, the uncertainty he knew she had to be feeling. He reached into his bag and pulled out a ball gag. He saw her eyes widen as she saw the gag and her head start to shake as she tried to get her head away from him. Please, you don’t have to use that. I won’t make a sound. I promise. He ignored her pleas as he pushed the ball into her mouth and tilted her head to tighten the gag. He pulled it tight, not wanting to give her any opportunity to get it out. He lifted her head to check the tightness of the gag, nodding in satisfaction as he saw the straps biting into her checks.



Amanda tried to push the ball out of her mouth but found it wouldn’t move. She saw him pull something else out of the bag and moaned when she saw a black strip of cloth. Next thing her world turned dark as he covered her eyes with the cloth. She tried not to panic as she felt herself being rolled in something. She found she could not move at all, as something was placed behind her back. Then the doors had slammed shut and she felt the engine rev. She did not know how long she had been in the back of the truck, only that it had been a long time. She had drifted off to sleep a few times, only to be woken by the pain of her bondage. The gag she found particularly hard to handle, the straps biting deeply into her cheeks and the ball making her drool. In addition, she was so hot, whatever she had been wrapped in making her sweat. She had stopped crying a while ago and now just lay miserably waiting for the man to come and release her.



David made the long journey to his home, thinking all the time of Amanda tied up in the back of the truck. He had wrapped her in an old blanket and placed some of the crates behind her back, just in case someone stopped him and needed to check the back. He did not expect this, but he had learnt it was best to be prepared. He turned off to the entry to his home, the gates opening to let him in. He had inherited the house and his money when his parents had been killed in an accident a few years ago. Though he missed them, it had given him the opportunity to live his life as he pleased. He parked the truck into the lock up garage and walked around to open the back doors. He would call some of the help to unpack the crates, he had other things to keep him busy.



Chapter three A new home



Amanda had felt the truck stop and though she was desperate to get out of whatever was wrapped around her, she didn’t want to have to face up to whatever would happen next. She heard the doors of the truck being opened and felt whatever had been behind her back removed. Her heart beating loudly, she was rolled over and for the first time in what had to be hours, felt cool air on her body.



David looked at his new slave, sweat making her hair stick to her head. He reached to brush her hair, feeling her flinch as he touched her. He decided he would leave her as she was until he had her in his room, so slid her towards him and placed her back over her shoulder. He heard her moans as he moved her onto his shoulder and carried her into the house.



Amanda found herself again being carried on his shoulder, not knowing where she was or where she was going. She hurt so much, her shoulders aching and her jaw feeling like it was going to break. He lay her down on something soft and ran a hand over her breasts. Her shoulders screamed in pain as they carried the weight of her body on them. She felt his hands behind her head and blinked as her eyes tried to adjust to the light. His face came into focus, his dark eyes glinting as he looked at her. Amanda tried to turn away but his grip in her hair held her in place.



“Welcome to your new home slave, I hope you enjoy it, though it won’t matter if you don’t. David leaned closer to his new slave. Now, I will remove the gag if you don’t say anything, nod if you understand. Amanda nodded, desperate to have the gag removed. Once he had removed it, she tried to move her jaw, moaning in pain at the feeling. After a few moments, she was finally able to close her jaws, though they still hurt terribly. That feels better, doesn’t it? See, I’m not such a bad guy after all.”



Amanda looked at him, not believing what he had said. David saw her look and didn’t like it. Slave, don’t think for one minute that you have any say in what will happen to you. You need to learn to accept a good thing when it happens to you. Amanda lowered her eyes, not wanting to see the look in his eyes. She knew she was in big trouble, even more than she had been before. At least before she knew what was going to happen, here she had no idea. She had heard him use the word slave a few times now and had the awful feeling that he meant it.



“As much as I like you like this, I need to get your cleaned up a bit. Roll over so I can untie you arms. Amanda rolled over with some effort, grunting as she felt a stab of pain in her shoulders. Once she was on her side, she felt him untie the ropes between her elbows and her wrists. Don’t move yet. Amanda stayed still as he undid the ropes binding her ankles and knees. She longed to stretch out her sore muscles but stayed still until he told her to stand up. She found it was not easy, each move caused her cramped limbs to scream in agony. Eventually he must have got tired of waiting and pulled her up with a firm grip on her upper arms. She staggered to stand before him, her breath ragged.



She stood breathing heavily before him, her breasts half out of her bra, rising with her breathes. Undress. He watched her eyes, seeing her trying to see if he was serious. I said undress!. He made his voice firm, like he was scolding a naughty child. He saw her hesitate for just a moment and then move to take off her clothes, starting with her shirt. She hesitated a moment more when she had removed her skirt but on seeing the look in his eyes, continued until she was naked.



Amanda stook shaking, wanting to cover herself with her hands but knowing that he would not allow that. He stood looking as if he wanted to devour her, making her blush in embarrassment. She had only been naked in front of one other man and he never looked at her the way this man was looking at her. Finally, he raised his eyes to her face and moved towards her. She moved back as he continued to move towards her, until she reached the wall. She whimpered in fear as he approached her, knowing there was nowhere she could go. She felt him twist his hand into her hair, forcing her head back. Don’t ever move away from me again, do you understand slave? Amanda tried to find her voice, feeling the grip on her hair tighten. Yes, I understand, I am sorry, I am just so scared. The grip on her hair lessened, though he did not remove his hand. Slave, I think you have forgotten something. Amanda did not know what he meant. I don’t know what you mean, I’m sorry.”



David knew he could just tell her to call him master, but he wanted to see how long it would take her to work it out. There is a way you should address me, slave, now can you work out what I mean? He saw her try to work out what he wanted, confusion mixing with the fear in her eyes. Master, is that what you want me to call you? She had said this in a small, fearful voice. He kept her waiting for a moment, before he moved to stroke her hair. Well done slave, from now on you will address me as master. Do you understand? Yes Master. He stood back, allowing him to look at her body again. He liked the way her flat stomach shook as he looked at her. Ok, time to get you cleaned up. You smell.”