Introduction

Before I get started let me tell you what you are reading. I was kidnapped. My kidnappers have given me pen and paper and ordered me to keep a diary of my captivity. I can only guess they are using it to get paid a ransom.

July 11

This is my diary. It may become more appropriate to call it my last words but I still have hope it won't come to that. I was abducted from a shopping mall what I can only guess was a few weeks ago. It is hard to keep track of the days and nights but I am doing my best. I was walking through the parking garage and didn't notice anything except that I was a little uneasy that more people weren't around. As I turned off my car alarm and put my key into the lock I heard a sound behind me. I turned to see the van parked next to me was now open and two men reached out of it and pulled me inside. One man held a knife to my throat to stop me from thrashing about and it was very successful because as soon as I felt the knife puncture my skin I lied perfectly still. Once I was still they flipped me onto my stomach. I winced slightly as they cuffed my hands behind my back and with that the first kidnapper dropped his knife in front of my face, grabbed a dirty rag off the van floor and stuffed it into my mouth. Soon after, they had my ankles bound to my thighs in a very uncomfortable position.

I could still manage to see outside of the van and I got a glimpse of one of them picking my keys up off of the ground and opening my car door. The van door then slid shut in front of me but before it did I heard my car start up. This made me happy since I hoped maybe they just wanted my Porsche but it turned out I couldn't have been more wrong. We were on the move for hours, I think it was a highway because I did not feel the van changing speeds after the first few minutes. After the first hour I lost all feeling in my legs and I was starting to go a little crazy. At this point I was almost certain they were going to kill me but I still held out hope. When we finally reached our destination the driver came back and covered my head with a thick black hood. He released my legs from their bonds but I still could not move them. He ordered me to get out of the van and I tried but my legs were just to weak. I could hear him becoming angry and then he finally through me over his shoulder and carried my limp body. My body was limp because I knew better than to fight back at this point.

It is nighttime now as I write this. I am in a smooth concrete cell with only one opening that is unreachable without a ladder. The room is about 12 feet by 6 feet and the only thing in it is a small pillow to sleep on and a bucket for going to the bathroom. The access door is about 10 feet off the ground. I have no idea what they want me for at this point since they won't answer any questions, they simply bark commands at me.  I was fed a small lunch, barely enough food to keep me from starving. There is a small porthole style window at the top of one of the walls. I am using this to tell whether it is day or night. There is also a single light at the top which is turned on long enough for me to write my entries but no longer.

The light is now off and it is getting dark outside so what remaining light I have is almost gone. I am going to go to sleep and hope that I wake up at home, far away from this terrible nightmare.

July 12

I was informed today of my purpose here and I am now truly terrified. I am not being held so that my rich daddy will pay a ransom. Instead I am being held because of other wealthy people. I have been given a choice. I can cooperate and do some very awful things and be let go at some point in the future or I can be executed. The men that kidnapped me are part of an underground prostitution and pornography ring. They make the kind of porn that you can't get on the shelves of your local video store. I am trying to be as good as I can since I was told that the women that behave the best suffer the least, although all of the women suffer. The women that don't cooperate are sold into slavery to the highest bidder. Well, I have to get dressed for my first shoot. I will write more tonight. Until later...

It was awful. I can barely keep it together to write this but I fear what they will do with me if I do not keep my diary updated. I was brought into a room with many torture devices. First I had restraints placed on my wrists and ankles. They were leather with metal loops. My wrist restraints were linked together and then attached to a chain hanging from the ceiling. The chain was then used to lift me off of the ground so that I was dangling by my hands. It felt as though my arms were going to come out of their sockets. Two men then grabbed each leg and put a rope through my ankle restraints. They were then tied to hooks on the floor and spread my legs wide open. I could not move at all. The men then tore off all of my clothes and started smacking my cunt, legs, and ass. The next thing I saw was the single scariest moment of my young life. A man in a black executioners hood came out and at first I thought they were going to kill me. He opened doors to a furnace which was burning brightly and pulled out a long black metal rod the end of which was glowing almost white. He brought it over to me and jammed it into my thigh. I screamed and began to cry. I could not move away because I was suspended so tightly. He removed the metal from my thigh and threw cold water on it which seemed to make it hurt even more. They left me hanging there for hours and I never stopped crying until I passed out. I pray that someone will come and save me but I am quickly losing hope and I am too terrified to try to escape. I need to get some sleep, it is dark outside now. I fear what I will have to write about tomorrow.

July 13

Tonight I was used in another video shoot. I was brought into a room where a young brunette was tied to a table. The man with the hood was there and he pointed to me and then to the floor. I hurried to his side and knelt before him, as I have been trained to do. He then waved off my handlers and they exited the room locking the door behind them. My knees hurt on the concrete floor but that was pretty far down on my list of concerns. I was told to eat her pussy. I had never been with a woman before but I would rather become a lesbian than do some of the things I have seen around here. I bent over the table bringing my face up to her pussy and softly touched it with my tongue when I received a sudden shock and jumped back. The next thing I felt was the hooded man bringing a large flogger across my back. My back went white hot and my head reeled as I tried to figure out what the sensation was before the flogger. The hooded man grabbed the back of my head with his gloved hand and pushed my face back into the girls vagina. Again I felt the jolt but this time I knew what it was. It was an electrical shock, there were electric contact pads in the restraints that held her in place. I could feel it moving throughout my body.

The hooded man pulled my head off of her after a few painful seconds and told me that if I stopped I would get a flogging and then we would start over. If I stopped again after that the punishments would become increasingly severe. I was in hell. I had to choose between certain pain and a threat of even greater torture. I buried my head between her legs again. I expected the shock this time but that didn't much help. I couldn't do it, but I had to so I ate her pussy as though my life depended on it. Every time my tongue touched her clit it would spasm from the electricity. This seemed to excite her a great deal. I couldn't imagine how she could possibly be enjoying torture like this. After what seemed like an eternity she started to convulse in an orgasmic fit. At that moment I felt the level of electricity surging into me rise. I tried to pull away but I couldn't seem to move. Every muscle in my body was spasming. After about a minute of that the voltage stopped and I fell to the ground in a heap.

As I looked up from the floor I saw the hooded man undo the restraints of the brunette and then she spoke. This surprised me because we are not to speak without being spoken to but I soon understood. "She will do nicely, she has a great tongue. You people are expensive but the service is unmatched.. Go ahead and set me up for a weekly session with her." I could hardly believe my ears. The brunette wasn't a slave, she was a customer. She was paying. She was paying for me. I felt sick to my stomach. She left the room and the hooded man summoned my handlers. I couldn't walk so they carried me back to my cell. When they put me into my cell the hooded man came in behind them and waved them off yet again. Then he spoke, "You did well today slave. Only had to flog you once. I only go to select appointments after the first between a slave and a customer. Just remember one thing. You behave as if I were there or else you will get a week of bathroom duty." I am not sure what exactly bathroom duty is but I know all of the girls I have talked to are terrified of it.

He spoke again, "Watching the two of you in there got me all wound up. I am going to need to release some of this sexual tension." I moved my head to his cock but he slapped me hard across the face saying, "Bitch, when I want your dirty ass to touch me I will tell you." I then was perfectly still and just watched as he pleasured himself. It wasn't long before he came all over my face. I wanted to clean myself off but still afraid to move I waited for him to speak. "Now when I come by with your dinner tonight that cum had better be on your face right where I left it."

With that he got up and left the room, saying something to himself on his way out. As I sat there in the dark room awaiting dinner I could smell him all over me and just cried in the corner. He let me clean myself up after I ate and now I have only a couple minutes of light left so I am going to stop here for now.