Chapter One - Capture

A sudden shift of the limo forced Courtney against the door, bringing her out of a groggy sleep. She grunted through her nose, bleary eyed as she tried to make sense of the situation.

Something large and round had been inserted into her mouth, preventing her from closing her jaw, tight bands running across her face and over her head.

From what she could see out of the corners of her eyes, they looked like straps. Running down over her nose, they terminated at a large square piece of leather planted over her lips.

It was a gag. There was a long, curved tube projecting from the front, a fat ball bouncing at the tip whenever she moved her head.

Annoyed at how tight the ball sat against her teeth, she instinctively tried to reach up to remove it. Chains jangled at her wrists, snapping taut before she was even able to get her hands above her chest.

Disoriented, her head spun. Taking a moment to catch her breath, she looked down in an attempt to understand this unexpected restriction. The ball pump danced on the end of the tubing like an elephant's trunk. She giggled through her nose at the absurd thought, alleviating some of the sudden fear that had seized hold of her body.

Furry cuffs were clasped around her wrists, locked together so that she couldn't split her hands. She could ball her fingers into fists, but that was about it.

Worse, a chain dangled below, leading down to her ankles, which were similarly bound. If she tried, she could lean back in the chair and raise her feet, but she was soon arrested by another short chain secured to an eyelet on the floor.

Bound and trussed like this, she wasn't going anywhere, even if she could get the door open.

That wouldn't stop her from trying!

Clenching her teeth around the gag, she turned to the left, working to bring her hands closer to the door handle. It took a few attempts, but a helpful jolt from a turn put it right within her grasp.

Flexing her pink fingernails, she tugged on the handle, disappointed to find that nothing happened. The door remained stubbornly closed, and her shoulders were feeling the strain from the odd position.

It was probably a child proof lock that had defeated her, which made her growl with anger. She cursed through her nose, scowling around the gag as she rattled her fists in the cuffs.

Throwing a temper tantrum didn't help her, but it made her feel a little better, like it usually did. She couldn't wait to tell off Bradley about this little stunt of his!

She knew exactly who to blame for her current predicament, for she had been on a date with her boyfriend just the night before. The last thing she remembered was drinking a bitter liqueur as a digestif before the dessert was to be served.

The summer sunset was a delight to behold on Bradley’s rooftop paradise, yellow and orange hues sparkling through the tall spires of the city. She had been looking forward to a slice of cheesecake, then a twilight dip in the infinity pool, celebrating the night with her latest swimsuit.

It was a red number with a sheer cut, meant to entice her rich boyfriend into further improprieties. As long as she kept him wrapped around her finger with the correct application of lust, he wouldn't think of wandering off with another bimbo!

She hadn’t been too worried about that possibility. He was absolutely enamored with her, giving her lavish gifts and taking her on exotic vacations. She wouldn't have thought that he was capable of this.

And yet, here she was, trussed up like poultry. There must have been something in that drink, dammit!

She let out an exasperated sigh, the air hissing through her nose. No matter how much she chewed on the gag, it refused to yield, and despite the softness of the cuffs, she could feel them chafing her skin.

Was this meant to be a sort of kinky sex getaway? Or had he finally tired of her and decided to sell her off to a slave trader?

Her imagination was beginning to run away with her. She dismissed these ideas as wild flights of fancy. There was no way that Bradley L. Best would be caught dead with egg on his face! This was almost certainly a headgame, and she was going to win it!

Frowning, she sat back in the seat and laced her hands in her lap, waiting patiently for something to happen. Bradley was a braggadocio, so it was unlikely that he would keep her in the dark for long.

Now that she had decided to wait him out, she began to notice more details about her predicament. She was still wearing her floral print dress from the previous night, the low cut top swooping down far enough to show off her breasts.

She prided herself on their size and softness, considering them to be one of her best attributes. Bradley certainly seemed to spend a lot of time servicing them, and she enjoyed pretending to feed him like a child.

She had made several surreptitious recordings for blackmail material, but none of that would do her any good unless she could somehow access her phone!

Her eyes darted about, looking around the interior of the limo. She was chained in the rear seat, smooth black leather bench seats mounted to the sides of the vehicle. An oval coffee table made from oiled walnut was placed between them, deep pocket holes mounted at the edges to hold drinks.

None of that interested her, however. She had caught a gleam of a gold chain from somewhere near the divider that sectioned passengers off from the driver's compartment.

She twisted her neck, a thrill running up her spine as she spotted the familiar shape of her purse, a black affair with a thatched weave pattern, gold letters proclaiming its pedigree.

Tugging at the chains, she growled into the gag. With their length, the best she could do would be to fall over on the floor, and that would make this journey way more uncomfortable!

Her face suddenly became itchy around one of the gag straps, and she scrunched up her face, doing her best to relieve the irritation. This provided enough movement to lift the strap away from her skin, but it did make the buckles tighter around the back of her head.

Gnawing on the gag, she swallowed a wad of spit, annoyed to find that some had worked its way out of the gag onto her chin. If she lowered her neck, she could spread some of the mess onto her chest, but that was about it.

Letting out an exasperated sigh, she leaned back in the seat and sulked. It looked like she was stuck, with nothing to do.

Her mind turned over, manufacturing a long list of insults she could fling at her boyfriend later. He was going to owe her for putting her through something this crazy, even if it turned into a bout of kinky fun sex!

The limo swayed again, the tires clunking as they popped over a curb. A small screen rotated down from the ceiling, buzzing as a black haired man appeared on the display.

It was her boyfriend, looking rather bored. “Hello, there, bitch,” he said in a dry tone, almost as though she wasn't worth the effort.

She clenched her teeth into the gag, staring daggers at him. How dare he call her names when she was unable to return the favor!

His lips quirked into a small smile, his brown eyes hard and cold. “I see you're starting to settle in,” he said, his lips pressing together. “I wouldn't get too comfortable, as you're almost at your destination.”

She hissed through her nose like a cobra, jerking towards the camera with a scowl on her face.

His smile extended into a leer. “I wouldn't try that with the good Doctor,” he said in a slow drawl. “She knows well how to deal with recalcitrant animals.”

Courtney had no idea what he was talking about, but a shock of fear ran down her spine. She forgot herself, trying to stand ineffectually, the chains bringing her up short. Stumbling, she fell back into the seat, falling over to one side.

Sniffing, Bradley gave her a supercilious stare. “Look at you, you're an absolute mess. We'll see how you improve after some much needed training. You certainly can't behave worse than you have the last couple of weeks.”

He lifted a handkerchief, blowing his nose. “Allergies, you know,” he snorted, lifting his upper lip in that annoying little habit he had. “Abominable. Anyhow, I'll check up on you in a month or two, once the basic body mods and training have been completed.”

His face twisted into a cruel grin. “Since you've insisted on acting like a greedy cow so far, I'm curious to see what you'll devolve into after being treated like one full time.”

Panicked, Courtney whined through her nose, giving him pleading eyes.

A feral interest suddenly appeared in his features. “Yes, more of that, please! And to think I waited so long before deciding to commit you to my menagerie!”

Courtney slumped, blinking back tears. There must be something wrong. Why wasn't her pleading working? It always had in the past!

His eyes hooded. “It remains to be seen whether you'll become a useful part of the herd, or just another producer, lost in the crowd.”

He yawned, his interest fading away. “We'll have to wait and see whether or not my investment will pay off, but in the meantime, please do your best. It would be a shame if you wasted what little potential you have left.”

She wanted to growl at him again, but the screen went dark, curling back up into the ceiling, leaving her alone.

The terror gurgling in her belly took on a different tenor. She at least knew who was behind her abduction, but she had no idea what he was talking about.

Herd? Cows? Animals? He made it sound as though she was being sent to some kind of farm.

If so, that would be highly illegal. She could already pin kidnapping on him if she could get to her phone, but it was clear that there wasn't any way she was getting these chains off herself.

Twisting her wrists, she yanked on her ankles. Nope, nothing doing. She was still wearing her socks, but somewhere along the way her ruby red pumps had been removed.

She might feel the loss more if she had bought them herself, but as it was, it simply meant that he didn’t expect her to need them.

Damn the man! Why had he done this? Everything seemed to have been going so well!

Sure, he had a reputation for swapping out girlfriends every six months, and she was nearing the end of that timespan, but there hadn’t been any sign that she was nearing a limit. On the last trip, he had bought her a golden charm bracelet and promised her something special to celebrate their half year anniversary!

She glanced down at her wrist, her heart sinking. The bracelet was gone, perhaps retrieved to be given to his next unlucky victim.

It had all been a little too good to be true, a fairy tale existence. He had brought her out to exotic locales to party with him as arm candy. Dubai, Rome, Monaco. For a short time period, she had thought that she might go mad spending all her time on his private jet!

And yet, it had gone surprisingly quickly with the amount of torrid fucking they had done in the cabin. Forget the mile high club, she had done that and all distances in between!

Near the end, he had started to incorporate more bondage elements to ‘spice things up,’ as he termed it.

She supposed that this should have been a warning sign, but looking back, it had simply been a way to unlock her inner beast. Nothing had felt better than a climax while cruising at altitude with her legs forced apart by a spreader bar, hands cuffed.

Even now, she could feel a faint reminder of the pleasure that had ripped through her pussy when he yanked on that bar, forcing her onto his thick cock.

Damn, this really wasn't the time! She blinked tears out of her eyes, trying to come up with a plan.

She had nothing. She didn't know where she was, where she was being taken, or what they were planning on doing with her.

Well, that last point wasn't entirely true. He was giving her to the Doctor, whatever that meant. He had also said something about a herd? Just what kind of a farm was he running?

The limo slowed to a halt. She took a deep breath, preparing herself. Whatever happened next, she would face it with aplomb. He couldn't hold her forever. She would find a way out of this, and nail him to the wall!

The door cracked open, and her head jerked around, adrenaline pumping. Her nostrils flared as she took in the slender woman leaning into the limo, surprised by the bright red outfit she wore.

It was glossy and bright, as if it had just been oiled, and she was wearing tight, black gloves as well. Her face was just as cold as Bradley's, long, arched eyebrows painted over thick eyelashes.

Her features were distinctly Asian, with narrow cheekbones and thin lips, painted the same color as her bodysuit. A tuft of brown hair curled over her brow, a white stripe running down the center.

It looked artificial, possibly a wig. Courtney's first instinct was to taunt the woman, but she couldn't manage much more than a slobbering gurgle through the gag.

The woman ignored her noises, cupping Courtney’s head with her gloved hands, fingers curling into her bleached blonde hair. Courtney tried to turn away, but the woman’s grip was steady, her eyes dancing over Courtney’s features with a clinical gaze.

Letting out a sniff, she let go, inspecting the rest of Courtney's body with a quick glance. “He hasn't given me much to work with, but it's possible that you'll respond better than some of the other subjects.”

She snapped her fingers, and someone outside the vehicle handed her a small molded mask, triangular shaped. Grabbing the strap on the rear, she tugged it out and placed it over Courtney's head, dropping the mask onto her nose before she could blink.

Courtney twisted her head, but it was too late, the attached tubing following her every movement. She could avoid it momentarily by holding her breath, but there was no point - she was only delaying the inevitable.

She took a rough breath when something cold wiped over the crook of her elbow. Sweet air poured into her lungs, tinged with something artificial.

Not good. She yanked her head back, suddenly feeling a little woozy.

The woman in red had a syringe in her hands, flicking the cylinder to force any air bubbles to the top. Pressing the base against her palm, she watched calmly as a small spritz of fluid burst forth from the tip.

“Breathe deep, little cow. This next part won't hurt. In fact, you won't remember anything at all.”

Courtney tried to pull away, but her limbs weren't working properly. She felt funny as she took another breath, trying to regain control over herself.

Her head was spacy, flying away from reality. She had been drugged.

Sagging, her eyes rolled up as the needle punctured her arm, coldness flowing into her veins.

“That's a good cow,” whispered the voice from far away. “It's sleepy time. You want to be well rested for the training to come.”

They kept mentioning that. Why did she need to be trained, and for what purpose?

Courtney sighed, her thoughts slowing to a stop. The world drifted away, a staticky buzz filling her brain as her eyes slid shut.