Bought by the Boss

Chapter 3

She woke up shivering with a pounding headache and aching shoulders. Opening her eyes, she was greeted by the sight of a dank basement with a bare bulb hanging from the ceiling with a pull string hanging. There was a staircase in front of her to the left, a refrigerator to her right, an old couch with a seventies brown print and a pool table.

Confused, Allana attempted to stand, quickly realizing that was not going to happen, as she discovered her hands tied behind her and her feet tied to the legs of the chair she was sitting on completely naked. As the reality of her circumstances hit her, she felt a wave of nausea as panic began to take over. She began desperately pulling at her bindings. A feeling of hopelessness overwhelmed her as she struggled to breathe.

Then the distinct sound of a lock being turned filled the basement before the door at the top of the stairs opened flooding the open stairwell with light. The door closed and the lock slide back into place before the sound of a heavy tread started down the stairs. In seconds she was looking into the smiling face of Trent. Seeing this was her undoing and she started screaming.

"Shut the f**k up!" He yelled, crossing the ten feet that separated them in record time to slap her across her face. "No one's going to hear you anyway." he sneered.

Being slapped was kind of a joke to Allana. It rattled her teeth and she could taste the strong metallic flavor of her split lip, but she had lived though much worse. Instead of causing her to cower it had the opposite effect on her. The slap allowed her to take a full breath, helped sharpen her thinking.

"What do you want from me?" She asked, taking a deep breath and trying to access her state. She was pretty sure she had not been raped...yet.

"To sell you."

"What!?!" She felt the blood draining from her face and was fairly sure she was going to vomit.

"To sell you" he repeated with the same nonchalant tone. "I owe a lot of money to some people. I figure you'll fetch me enough to keep them off my back for a little while at least."

Allana was shocked. Of course, she had heard of human trafficking, but it was something that happened to girls dumb enough to travel Eastern Europe by themselves, not something that happened in Birmingham, Alabama.

"Now I need to check out the merchandise. No talking and don't even think about trying to fight."

He started running his hands across her body. Opening her mouth to check her teeth, feeling her neck, shoulder blades, pinching her n*****s. She swallowed the bile that rose into her mouth.

He bent in front of her untying her feet and she couldn't resist. She kicked him in the face knowing it was a horrible idea. He fell back with a roar.

"You stupid b***h!" He punched her so hard across the face she saw stars and the chair fell to its side taking her with it. "So much for gentle" he sneered righting the chair and wrenching her thighs apart. Two fingers spread her lips apart and he was about to thrust a finger inside her when they heard the door bell ringing. She sucked in a breath ready to scream at the top of her lungs, but before she had the chance he shoved a rag into her mouth, a dirty foul-tasting rag.

"Don't move." He snarled. He tied her legs back to the chair and headed up the stairs.

Ignoring better judgement she began bouncing in the chair as she listened to Trent, if that was his name, open the front door.

Whoever it was he let in because she could now hear two voices although making out what either said was hopeless. She continued to bounce in the chair until it once again tipped over. She froze knowing she had made a lot of noise with the falling chair. Sure enough there was silence upstairs then a heated exchange. 'Maybe whoever it is will get me out of here' she hoped. She was struggling with the binds on her hands becoming increasingly frustrated with their refusal to budge when the door opened. Two people were coming down the stairs.

Allana watched the black boots that led to dark jeans descending the stairs with each step revealing more of the long legs, a black button up, broad shoulders and the most handsome face she had ever seen in real life. If she had not been tied naked to a chair she may have been able to appreciate looking at the man with the disheveled black hair. Instead, she simply whimpered begging for help around the gag.

He looked at Trent. If he was shocked or horrified by the sight before him, he didn't let on, although he did adjust his pants. Perhaps this was a regular sight for him.

"What do you have here, Trent?" 'Guess it was his real name,' she thought.

"I thought selling her would get me some of the money I owed you. I told you I would get it." Trent looked a little too proud of his newfound source of income.

The stranger wore an angry scowl as he lifted my chair into an upright position and pulled the disgusting rag from my mouth. I felt a zing of energy from the slight touch on my lip.

"You think you're going to get a 100g's for her?" he asked incredulously. "What is she 20 and a size 14 to boot?"

"10!" Allana snapped. For some reason she was seriously offended that he didn't think she was worth much, even if she agreed with him.

He looked at her with an amused expression. "She does have spirit. What are you going to ask for her?"

"I was thinking 50." He mumbled, looking at his feet.

"You have got to be kidding me!" Allana was furious! 50! Her life for 50.

"Be quiet." He did not raise his voice when he spoke, but she still felt a shiver of fear. He was not one to stand for misbehavior of any kind. "I seriously doubt 50" the man scuffed, looking her over. "Is she clean?"

"I don't know I was just checking her when you got here."

"I'll do it. Are you clean?"

"That is none of your business," Allana sneered, pissed that he had the nerve to ask her something like that.

The man with the unbearably blue eyes grabbed her chin hard. "I asked you a question."

"Yes" she mumbled wincing as he touched the bruise that was forming on her face.

"What did you do to earn that?" he did not seem overly surprised by the proof of her rough treatment and something about that knowing look in his eyes made her snap.

"I kicked that smug look off his face."

Trent moved as if to hit her, but the stranger held up his hand to stop him.

"Is that so?" he looked amused. Bastard. "Well let's see what we have here." He ran his hands down her shoulders. She gasped as one finger skimmed across her n****e. Her body was confusing her. When Trent had touched her she had felt nothing but revulsion, but this touch caused an ache deep in her belly. From the look in those to seeing blue eyes he knew it too.

"Will you excuse us?" He asked looking at Trent.

"But she's..." Trent stopped himself, apparently thinking better of whatever objection he was about to voice, and walked up the stairs.

"Now where were we?" he clearly wasn't interested in a response as he placed his hands back on her breasts kneading them softly.

"Why are you doing this?" she asked with a slight whimper. He paused.

"Be quiet." He continued his leisurely path down her belly to her legs. Her blood was zinging through her body and she could barely breathe by the time he reached her ankles.

"Are you going to kick me?"

"No..." she hesitantly answered.

He grabbed her chin roughly, forcing her to meet his eyes. "Don't ever f*****g lie to me again."

In shock, she nodded as best she could with his hand gripping her chin. Letting go of her face, he pulled her legs apart with her ankles still tied to the legs of the chair.

"Let's see if you are really worth fifty thousand dollars." He sounded as if it was highly unlikely.

As he ran his hands up her thighs she hated herself for the physical response she was having. She thought her heart might beat right out of her chest when he reached the apex of her thighs.

"What kind of girl in her early twenties doesn't shave?" He asked, lightly tugging on her curls. Her head hung in shame as her blood rushed to the bud he was now touching. '

'How could my body betray me like this?' she wondered in horror.

His fingers skimmed over her moist c**t toward her s*x. Slowly, he inserted one finger into her p***y. He was looking into her eyes, so she saw the moment his eyes widened in shock and quite possibly horror as he encountered the proof of her innocence.

"That kind, I guess." He wheezed out.

She did not understand the ache as he slipped his finger out. It felt as if something was left undone. He stood up, turned and walked up the stairs without another word.

As the door shut behind him, she let out a huff of frustration. She sat there alone in the drafty basement yelling at the assholes and herself in her head. How the hell had this happened? What was going to happen now? Was she going to be sold to some sick f**k who would use her up and then kill her? How is it that she finally gets the guts to take control of her life and she ends up in an even worse situation than the one she grew up in? As she enjoyed her internal rant, she did her best to ignore the moisture that had gathered between her thighs.

She sat there in a state of panic for what felt like a whole day, but in reality it was probably only a couple of hours.

Eventually, the door opened, and she thought she may pass out from the fear that gripped her as she listened to two pairs of boots coming down the stairs.

"You're sure about this? You take her and we're square?"

"Yes, as long as I don't hear about you taking any other girls. If I even suspect you are involved in trafficking again I promise they will never find your body. You got me?"

"Yea, I got you." Trent seemed to be rattled by the threat. "You're not going to let her go, are you? She's seen my face, man."

"No, she's not going anywhere, but home with me."

"Please don't," Allana couldn't stop herself from begging. "Please just let me go. I'll never tell anyone. There are people looking for me."

"I thought I told you not to lie to me, Honey. No one's looking for you."

"Yes, they are." She insisted, and as she said that, she realized it was true. Her car was still sitting at the bar and her stuff was in the new apartment. She finally felt some relief realizing that help was surely on the way.

"No one will find that car, Honey." He said, as if reading her mind. He looked smug as he assured her that it was impossible. "Oh and your fleabag apartment has been cleaned out too."

She remembered the business card announcing her room number that had been in her purse as he said that, and she felt a wave of hopelessness.

"Now let's go." He began untying her. Her muscles clinched preparing to run the first chance she got. "Don't even think about it," he growled.

He untied her left leg then tied it to her right leg before untying her right leg from the chair. She wanted to cry from the frustration. He pulled her to her feet and she thought she was going to fall, but he caught her to him as soon as she swayed. He tied her hands behind her back. She recognized the scrap of material in his hands as her own panties about the same time he shoved it into her mouth. She glared into his smiling eyes as he slipped a blindfold over her face.

"Let's go." He stated and, to her complete shock, he lifted her over his shoulder carrying her 160 pound body like is was nothing. As he carried her up the stairs she was prepared to call attention to them the moment she got the chance.

A door opened, and they made their way through what she guessed was a house. Another door opened, and his body shifted as they descended two steps from the echo she assumed they were in a garage.

That was confirmed as she heard a trunk latch release. With a groan he flipped her into the trunk; the fabric was itchy on her naked body.

"God you are heavy."

She burned with shame, why was she embarrassed? She wondered. He just bought her and she was ashamed of being too heavy for him to carry? f**k him! She started cussing him though the gag, but his only response was to laugh and close the damn trunk. He climbed into the car and started the motor as she listened to the garage door rumble open.

There had to be a way to let people know she was in this trunk. With that thought in mind she started planning as the car took a sharp turn sending her rolling onto her face. Turning in the tight space proved to be a herculean task, but eventually she had her feet touching the trunk. Knowing this was going to hurt she steeled herself and drove her feet into the trunk. Pain shot up her legs and the trunk hadn't moved as far as she could tell. Taking a deep breath she kicked again where she figured the taillights should be. The pain in her ankles was awful. Who made this f*****g car, NASA!

The car slowed, f**k! She was bumped around the trunk as they pulled off the road. The car door opened, she listened as each footstep brought him closer to the back of the car and her closer to an unsure fate. Maybe she could jump out. The trunk opened and she moved to spring out.

"Stop it!" he pushed her back into the trunk rolling her onto her face and started spanking her ass.

Allana screamed around her gag, tears soaking her blindfold as the spanking seemed like it would never end. When it was over he tied her knees together.

"Now be still. I just saved your life so be quiet and we will talk about it when we get home. Got it?"

Like she could answer! The trunk shut on her screaming. Resigned to her fate she laid quietly crying ignoring the pain in her ass as the car continued down the road.

She must have fallen asleep because the next thing she knew she was listening to a garage door close. Here we go.