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Michelle knew she wasn’t supposed to be here, well, as far as her family was concerned anyway. People would completely freak out if they knew and only partly because it was a sex shop. The place wasn’t really built for people in wheelchairs, but it was manageable if she was slow and patient. It was a little thrilling because it was ‘forbidden’, but she was growing disappointed that she couldn’t find much of what she really wanted to see. There were a few furry handcuffs and silly things like that, but not really what she thought about, dreamed of, yearned for. She reached out her hand and touched the chain on one of the ridiculous sets of cuffs, feeling the cold metal and imagining it against her skin. However, this is exactly where she had been told to be by the voice on the phone and she wasn’t about to stop after months of preparations and what she’d paid for this. Her thoughts went back six months when she’d read that story online about the planned abduction and how it had excited her on more than a physical level. She spent the next several days wondering if that was really possible, could it really happen. Then she started poking around online and found what she was looking for. There were ads for fantasy fulfillment all over the place. She narrowed it down to ones that were local and didn’t seem as shady as most. She created new, throwaway email accounts and contacted each. Some were obviously scams. Others would have nothing to do with her fantasy. One seemed far too eager to start right now. Finally, she found one she felt she could trust. They agreed to meet in person. Provided references who would also meet her in person. They had forms for her to fill out and worked with her to craft the perfect experience for her. They had negotiated the price and payments and a schedule. So, today, at the arranged time, she was in the arranged place and anxious and nervous and excited as she could possibly be. A voice behind her brought her back to the present. “The really fun stuff is in the back.” She jumped and knew she turned scarlet in shock and embarrassment. She had no idea anyone was even in the store, let alone right next to her. “I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to startle you. I wasn’t kidding, though. Would you like to see the good stuff?” She glanced back and looked up at the source of the voice, the steady calm voice. He wasn’t particularly handsome but he wasn’t unattractive either. His hair was slicked back and he wore all black. He smiled at her gently and cocked his head a little to the side and he seemed to be waiting for an answer. “Sure,” she said a little unsteadily. “Would you like some help or do you just want to follow me?” She debated Karaköy escort bayan her answer for a second. She didn’t normally like to be pushed around, but here she was seeking her secret desires and this man in black appears and asks for her consent to control her in a very personal way. This was the arranged escape clause. She had only to say no and he would walk away and she’d be left alone and get her deposit back. No. She wanted this and would go through with it. “A little help would be nice. The aisles are pretty narrow in here.” He smiled and stepped behind her as she unlocked her wheels and put her hands demurely in her lap. His pace was measured, but confident and she liked that. As he pushed her past the oblivious clerk and down a dim hallway. The logical part of her brain tried to speak up, but the secret part was too busy dancing and singing to pay any attention. Then, so quickly it took her a few seconds to realize what had happened, her mouth was taped shut, a bag was put over her head, and her wrists were zip tied together. She felt herself lifted and carried quickly. She heard a door open and footsteps on pavement then she was roughly tossed down and she heard what she thought must be her chair tossed in next to here and the unmistakable sound of a sliding van door. She felt the van start to move and she started to try to take off the bag but a hand grabbed her wrists roughly and a voice spoke to her sternly right next to her ear. “You’re a smart girl, Michelle. Show me how smart and stay very still so I don’t have to hurt you. Nod if you understand, Michelle.” She nodded and began to whimper inside the bag, her sobs muffled by the tape. Apparently this was funny to someone because she heard derisive laughter as the van continued to drive. She had no idea how far they drove or where. It hadn’t even occurred to her to try and keep track of turns, and it went on too long for her to remember anyway. She did think that the driver hit every pothole and bump in the road though as her head bounced against the hard metal floor of the van. When it finally stopped, she was lifted from the van and she heard her chair being removed from it after her. There were steps and doors opening and closing but no one spoke or made any other sound. She was then placed in her chair. She looked around and could sense that they had entered a large room when they stopped. Once inside they pulled the bag off of her head. She blinked, trying to get used to the harsh lighting. She looked around quickly, still terrified. They were in some kind of warehouse: corrugated metal walls and steel beams, a few skylights, and harsh fluorescent Escort Kayaşehir lighting. There were boxes on metal shelving in rows and along the walls, but where they stood was an open area surrounded on all sides and above by a chain link fence. A man in a black nylon mask stepped in front of her. Her eyes widened as she looked down and saw a pair of angled scissors in his hand. He slipped them inside the waist of her jeans and she felt cold metal against her stomach, making her flinch. “You don’t want to do that, Michelle. Stay very still. We don’t want to have to stitch you up just yet,” said the man with the scissors as he started cutting her jeans off of her. The scissors must have been very sharp because it went through them easily from the waist down to her ankle. She started sobbing again and, again, she heard laughter. It came from behind her, from the man who was holding her chair still, so that her kidnapper could cut her clothes off. But also from someone else farther back, she tried to twist around to see the other man or men and the man with the scissors slapped her hard. “Michelle, I told you to stay very still. You’re going to have a very difficult and painful time here if you don’t learn to follow instructions immediately and without question. Nod it you understand, Michelle.” She nodded, feeling the tears streaming down her face and knowing her nose was running horribly. The man cut off the other leg of her jeans then removed her socks and shoes. He stood and cut through the front of her shirt and then across the shoulders, leaving her covered in just her bra and panties. “Well, Michelle, you obviously didn’t think you were going to get lucky today with that mismatched, bland, cotton underwear. You should be glad I’m getting it off of you.” He made quick work of the bra and panties. She had never felt so exposed and vulnerable. But, for some reason, even though she planned this, asked for it, paid for it, her mind was confused. The understandable terror and rage were there. But alongside that, almost fighting for control, was an enormous rush of joy and passion. It was like an argument in her head. “I don’t want to die. Oh God, I don’t want to die.” “This, this is it. What I’ve dreamed of and what we planned.” “No one knows I was in that store. No one will be looking for me.” She tried to beg and plead through the tape on her mouth for them to stop but, if they understood, they had no reaction. The man with the scissors put it back into a sheath on his hip and picked up something off of a nearby table. She watched as he fastened heavy, leather, padded cuffs on to her ankles, snapping small padlocks Küçükçekmece escort onto the buckles. Then he went back and got two more cuffs. “Now, I could take off the zip tie, Michelle, but I don’t think I can trust you yet, so we’ll have to do this the hard way.” He worked the cuffs around her bound wrists, struggling a bit but still fastening them tightly and locking them in place and clipping them together. Then he pulled the scissors out again and cut through the zip tie. Turning again, he picked up what she recognized, from all her hours online, as a massive gag from the table. “Now, Michelle, I’m going to remove the tape. Feel free to scream as loud and as long as you like, we’re so far away from people here that our closest neighbors wouldn’t hear a nuclear bomb go off. But, since all the screaming and crying and pleading gets tiring and annoying, I am going to gag you until you’re properly compliant and accepting of your place her. This may sting a bit.” He snatched the corner of the tape on her mouth and, in the same motion, ripped it from her face. It did sting. A lot. And there was drool dripping out of her mouth onto her exposed chest. She didn’t scream… at all. Instead she panted like a dog in summer. She wondered what she looked like and the two warring parties in her head argued between not wanting to know and desperately needing a mirror. Then the gag was stuffed in her mouth, forcing her jaw open and pushing into her mouth not quite to the point of gagging. It too was buckled and padlocked in place. “OK, put her on the horse,” the man said. The man turned her around in her chair and she saw a long padded bench. She was draped over it and then her wrists were separated and clipped to the front legs. She heard what must have been her ankles being clipped to the rear ones. “Now, Michelle, you may be wondering why your ankles are cuffed. First of all, it’s because we don’t really know how little use you have of your legs. Second, even if you have none, it will help keep you in place. Are your breasts somewhat comfortable where they are? Nod yes or no.” She nodded. “Good, the time to make them hurt will come, but not for a little while. We have to see just how much you can and can’t feel from the waist down first. He turned to speak to someone else. “Start with the paddles.” She heard people moving behind her and twisted her head to each side trying to see who and what and whatever. “Oh, you want to see, Michelle. Show her, boys. Let her see what you’ll be using on that big round ass of hers.” Two men, in suits and masks like the man with the scissors, walked in front of her holding long handled wooden paddles. The panic in her swelled as did the realization of yet another fantasy. The man with the scissors looked at her face and laughed at her again. “OK, boys, get on with it. Show no mercy. Either she won’t feel a thing or she deserves it for pretending to need that chair.” The first blow sounded like a gunshot in the big empty warehouse.