ABDUCTION

The old building echoed with the clack of high heels on tile. The only ones to be aware of the sound were the three marching down the hallway of the old school building that now served as the residence of the night classes. In the lead was the woman, Amazonian tall and like build. In bare feet she would have stood over six feet. In the four-inch high-heeled boots she stood as tall as the two body guards trailing behind her. Looking neither left nor right she headed directly for the old lecture hall at the end of the corridor.

Size alone did not make Trish Valen imposing. Long red-blonde hair curling around an almost girlish face was striking against the stark blackness of her garments. The boots were thigh-high polished black leather. The only ornamentation on the boots were silver tips at the toes and heels and a silver chain across the instep. An inch separated the tops of the boots from the black leather skirt. Silver zippers ran from hem to waist down the front of both legs and over the rounded rear. The top was of matching leather, but the vest itself closed by using silver buttons. Over the entire outfit a black suede coat, duster length, flowed in the draft she left behind her as she moved toward the closed door. Topping the ensemble was her black leather fedora.

Immediately behind Trish and in step with her were the two body guards. Though not related, Eric and Thomas looked as though they could have been twins. They were a matched set, six feet-four inches tall, blonde. Each was clothed in skin-tight black leather pants that were adorned with the silver zippers necessary to close the legs and silver buttons at the front and rear closures. They too wore only a vest covered with black leather motorcycle jackets. All three of them wore black sunglasses.

When they reached the door at the end of corridor, Eric and Thomas opened the them for Trish, Eric taking a station at this door and Thomas moving across the back of the room to the other exit. Trish moved to the center aisle in the room, and step-by-step began her descent to the lecture stand at the bottom of the stairs.

At first no one noticed anyone had entered the room. All had assumed, without thinking, that someone had arrived late and simply was coming in to take the final examination in Criminal Law 102. Not even Lawrence Capps, Ph.D. looked up. All Larry Capps did was reach for another test as he sensed the presence coming down the center aisle.

Even though there was testing going on and silence reigned in the room, the sound of silence changed as Trish moved downward. She could feel the eyes being riveted to her person. Step at a time, she descended to the front. Row by row the students in Criminal Law 102 ceased taking their tests as the lady in black leather made her way down. Heads popped up and finally Larry realized something different was happening and looked up.

"Oh, shit, not today!" Larry muttered under his breath.

Eyes never being removed from Larry, Trish made her way to the front of the room. She walked around the counter, took her black leather clad hand and pulled Larry’s face to her, whispered "It’s time" in his ear and kissed him hard on the mouth. The kiss brought forth gasps from many of the young women in the class, but nothing more.

Trish looked at the class, "Continue on with your tests. Dr. Capps will be leaving, but his assistant will be grading your tests and posting grades just as he would have done. Grades will be posted next Friday. " Turning to the college professor she asked, "Isn’t that right Larry?"

Larry fumbled over his words, but finally stammered out, "y.y.y.yes. that’s right."

Again to the class Trish said, "Continue."

The smile on her face dazzled Larry. It had the first time he saw her. And it still did. Even after all this time. But this was not supposed to happen this way. She was to come for him when the semester was over.

As if reading his thoughts, Trish whispered, in that erotic low voice of hers, "Today is the last day of the semester. Beginning today you are mine."

Trish reached into an inside pocket and pulled out a two-inch wide red leather collar and fastened it around Larry’s neck. Almost as quickly as she accomplished this, she placed a small silver lock on the fastener.

Larry stood there, eyes wide…"But..but this wasn’t to happen now. It was to come later."

"Larry, are you going to fight me? I think not."
Trish took a black rose out of her duster and presented it to Larry. As he held it in his hands, she unbuttoned his shirt and slid her gloved hands up and down his chest, kissed him on the nipples and slid her hands to his shoulders and whipped his shirt to his waist. There was a slight gasp from the students in the class, but Trish motioned to them to be quiet. Removing the flower from his hands, she told Larry, "Remove the shirt". Without removing his eyes from hers he did as commanded. Trish replaced the rose in Larry’s hands and then withdrew the wrist cuffs from her duster and placed them on him.

Behind the lecture counter Trish slipped her hands into the waistband of Larry’s slacks, unbuckled the belt and unfastened the slacks themselves. They dropped to the floor. All Larry could do was look down at the floor. Then, surprising him, Larry found Trish removing his shorts. He was standing nude before his class! The only thing that provided him any protection was the counter. Trish smiled into Larry’s eyes and slid her hand, still gloved, around his semi-erect member, which came to full erection immediately. And as quickly he was relieved, pouring out embarrassments upon the floor in front of him. Trish said low so only he could hear, "It’s good for you that it did not land on my boots, or you would be cleaning them right now." And she giggled.

For minutes Larry’s embarrassment had been growing. The red color had risen from his neck to his entire face. "Please, Trish, don’t do this here. Anywhere else….just not here, in front of…."

Trish placed her hand on his lips. "Hush, darling pet. There isn’t a man in here who doesn’t wish he was you. And not a woman doesn’t wish she was me. Just take a look."

Larry turned to look at the room. Mouths hung open in surprise. The look of desire glazed many eyes. What she had said was true. But he was still crimson with his humiliation.

Five minutes ago he was lord of this room. All in here owed him allegiance in return for his good will regarding their grades. Now, this woman in black leather had come in, stripped him of all authority, not to mention his clothing, and subjected him to her will and his humiliation. At just the thought of that, his manhood began again to rise. Trish had anticipated that. As the erection grew, she placed a ring on his penis so it would remain a magnificent appendage for as long as she needed. She also slipped onto the ring a small leash.

Larry moaned in deeper humiliation, tears almost forming. "Ohhhhh, nooooo. Please, not that too." Trish merely smiled.

Trish turned to the students and announced," You need to complete your examinations. You will remain in this room for ten minutes after we leave. There will be guards on the outsides of the doors, so it will be useless to try to leave. I wish you well on your examinations."

Turning to Larry, flashing that dazzling smile, she said, "Let’s go."

"Please, Trish, please. Not here. This much is bad enough. Please not through the auditorium."

A look of displeasure came to her face…"It’s either my way or none. Which is it to be?"

Larry agonized. Finally he lowered his head and submitted to the demands the woman in black leather made upon him. He would be hers.

Trish smiled, took up the small penis leash, and began leading Larry out of the room, up the center aisle, step-by-step. Head down, looking neither left nor right, Larry followed her, obedient to her demands.

When they reached the entrance to the room, Larry had hoped she would allow him to cover himself. But Trish continued the humiliation. Down the hallway she led him. By this time a few of his colleagues were beginning to dismiss classes. He felt himself burning. But he was also excited. This was what he had really wanted. And now it was happening. He was being led away to a new life. Just as they reached the doors to the outside, the two body guards caught up with them. Eric and Thomas formed a wedge in front of Trish and Larry, making way for them down the steps of the social sciences building into the cool of the June night. Only a few people looked up as they passed, the two black-clad men, the one wearing nothing but collar, cuffs, and ring, and the tall red-blonde lady in black leather. Thomas reached the door of the waiting silver limousine and opened it. Trish stopped Larry, smoothed her still-leather clad hand along his erect penis, and then led him into the car behind her.

She settled herself into the back seat and made Larry kneel on the carpeted floor before her. Eric and Thomas entered the front of the limo and she told them to head for the airport.

Larry was almost sobbing at this point. Tears had formed in his eyes, and he was trying to make himself as small as possible against the floor of the limo.

"Kneel up straight, Pet. No slave will not be proud to serve me."

Larry barely whispered, "Yes, Mistress" but he rose up on his knees.

"You did well, Pet. You needed to learn to obey without question, and you have done that. You have earned a reward." Trish shifted position in front of Larry. For the first time this night he became aware there was nothing below that short black leather skirt.

"Oh, Mistress."

Trish pulled his head to her lap, ran her fingers through his hair, and smiled at Larry. To the question in his eyes, she responded, "Yes, you may." She took the rose from between Larry’s hands, laid it on the maroon leather seat of the car. Between her own two hands she took his face, kissed his lips, and slid her tongue between them. She showed him how to release the skirt in the front by unzipping the front closures on her skirt. Larry looked at what lay before him. He looked at Trish again. She nodded. Very gently he began licking her clitoris. Using his tongue, he circled the hard little nub then took it in his mouth and sucked on it. Trish let out a moan of pleasure and he sucked harder, daring to bite down on it. Once more she moaned, but spread her legs further apart to provide him access to the center of her womanhood. Larry teased her this time, lightly licking at the sides of the labia before thrusting in his hungry tongue to taste the sweetness within her. Trish sighed deeply. Larry knew he had pleased her. Once more he attempted to lick deep inside, but Trish would not allow him to further touch her.

"Not yet, Pet. We will finish this later. For now, we are almost at the airport." Trish rezipped her clothing and prepared herself to leave the limousine. Larry, disappointed, started to move, but was ordered to remain on his knees in front of Trish. Full realization began to dawn on Larry. He was her toy. He was here to please her. She did not care if he was satisfied. So, he smiled, I can only receive my pleasure from pleasing her, As he was thinking this, Trish ran her hand through his hair again. "You have done well, so far this evening, Pet. All we have to do is make the flight to the desert retreat and you will be mine. At least until I decide to sell you or give you away."

Larry started. "But Mistress…."

"Don’t worry, Pet. Right now, you please me greatly. You will learn to please me in all ways. Isis will teach you. And I will reward and punish you as you deserve. Now, it is time to get on the plane…"

"Pleas Mistress, don’t make me walk onto the plane like this. People will see me."

"Rest easy, Pet. It is my own jet. See, no commercial jet is red and black And only my people work here…."

"But Mistress, the humiliation…." his complaint was stopped short with a resounding slap to his rear end.

"Not only will I reward, I will punish. When it pleases me, and when you displease me. Is that clear?"

In such a short time he had lost her love. Unwilling to risk further displeasure of his mistress, Larry left the limousine and entered the air plane. He was headed for the new life he had asked for.