"Tut-tut, my beautiful young lady. One question at a time, please," the man said as he sat down on the edge of the mattress.

"Undo my arms! Get my clothes!" Susan screamed.

The man looked down at the nearly naked girl. "Shut up, and listen."

Susan's eyes blazed now. "Fuck you, just get me up from here and let me go!"

Suddenly Susan saw the man's hand raise, ball up into a fist, and come down like a hammer.

"Oooooomph!" she groaned as a gust of air blew up from the depths of her lung when the balled-up fist pounded down into the yielding flesh of her stomach. She felt like the fist had driven clear through her stomach to her spine as she gasped for air to refill her suddenly empty lungs.

The man's body was suddenly straddling her body, and pain tore at the front part of her scalp as he grabbed a fistful of her hair and pulled her head off the dirty mattress. "You little slut, we can do this the hard way or the easy way."

Tears filled her eyes as she looked up at the man sitting heavily on her sore stomach.

"Now, let's start again," he said as he held her hair painfully in his hand. "You are here to be taught how to be a nice little sex slave, and that's just what I'm going to do. Now, you can either decide that you have no choice and give in, or I can make your life hell for the next few days."

Her eyes grew wide as she heard the words sex slave.

"What do you mean sex slave? There's no way I'll ever be a so-called sex slave! You had better let me up so I can leave. If you don't and I get away, I'll go to the police, but if you let me up right now, I'll forget all about this."

"Sorry to her you say that." The man slammed her head back down on the mattress.

"Uumph!" Susan grunted.

The man climbed off of her body.

"What are you going to do? Are you going to let me up?" Susan asked as she watched the man cross the room to a small chest of drawers.