Wait for her captor to return?

From Create Your Own Story

Alison tried to think. What could she possibly do in this position? Even if she were to free herself, the only exit probably led upstairs... to where her captor waited. Sighing, she resigned herself to the fact she wasn't going to be free anytime soon.

Alison closed her eyes and tried to relax her body. She must have dozed off, because suddenly there was a voice from in front of her.

"Hello, my slave. What name were you known as in your former life?"

Alison opened her eyes. A tall, muscular man stood in front of her. He was as naked as she. His brown hair was in a military-style buzzcut. She judged his age to be in his mid-to-late 20's. He had a tattoo on his chest of a skull and crossbones, and a jagged scar on his right cheek. Looking further down, Alison noticed his erect penis. It had to be 8 inches long, and it was thick, too. Her eyes widened. She tried to focus on answering the man's question. "A-alison," she managed to stammer.

"A pretty name for a pretty girl," the man grinned. "You may call me Master Tom." Tom noticed where Alison was looking. "All in good time, my dear," he continued. "Yes, I will make love to you, but there's no rush."

"I..." Alison whimpered. "I... um..."

"You are a virgin, my pet?" Tom laughed. "In that case, I promise to be gentle. After all, I don't wish to inflict unnecessary pain on you. In fact, if you do not resist, I will never find it necessary to inflict any pain on you."

Alison did not reply. Tom placed a blindfold over Alison's eyes. She heard metallic sounds and felt Tom carrying her somewhere. Her hands were still handcuffed, now behind her back. She was sat on what felt like a toilet and after performing her necessary function, her skin was softly rubbed with what felt like a sponge. "Must have you clean, my pet," came Tom's voice. After the sponge bath, Alison was carried again. She was placed on something soft, and a delicate material touched first her wrists, then her ankles. When her blindfold was removed, she found that silken scarves bound her gently but firmly to a bed. She was naked and spread-eagled.

"Drink," Tom intoned, placing a small bottle of water to her lips and lifting her head upright. Alison gratefully swallowed the contents of the bottle. "Now," he continued, "for our first session I'd rather not devirginize you just yet. Would you prefer to have my dick between your breasts while I tease your clit with my fingers, or would a 69 be more to your liking?"

Alison gulped. After a long moment, she replied...

• "Master Tom, I would like your dick between my breasts."
• "Master Tom, I would like you to 69 with me."

Alison's Status
Memories	None
Evidence	None
Location	Alison is still in the cellar. There is only one door, and she can see that there is no way to escape other than through it. A small alcove leads to a bathroom area.