Taken – to be bred

At 19 years old Leah has been brought up “correctly” by her well off family, attended a private school and now has her first job working in admin for a local solicitor. Her life is just about to spin out of control.

Walking home late at 7pm it is getting dark and cold, after a long day at the office and eager to get home Leah pulls her hood up and plugs in her ipod trying to push thoughts of work out of her mind. The last thing she remembered was a mans voice shouting “open the van!”…

Leah woke on a hospital bed in a large room with several dividers, she was alone, the room seemed clinical, cold and white, she sat up in panic, where was she?
She was missing her shoes, tights and panties however still had on her bra, shirt and skirt. Was she in hospital, had she been in an accident, was she in a coma, was she dead, is this heaven?

The door opened and in came the doctor in his white cloak and latex gloves.
“Hello Leah, did you sleep well?” he asked in a calm voice with a gentle smile.
“Uh, yes, i think, where am i, what happened?” Leah began her questions.
“Its okay Leah, you’re safe, just let me examine you and i will explain” The doctor spoke with an authorative voice not to be argued with.
The doctor pushed Leah back gently on the bed, and took a syringe from his pocket, he injected her quickly into her arm and began to explain.
“Leah, this injection will ensure you stay very still whilst i examine you, you may or may not still be able to speak – medication affects people in different ways, now let me just adjust you”
The doctor spread Leah’s legs wide fastening them into the stirrups that she had not noticed when she woke, panic set in, her eyes opened wide and she attempted to sit up to fight him, already the medication was working, she was weak and couldn’t hold herself up, her second attempt was pointless, she was now paralysed.