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Location: Star Lite Motel and Winter Flowers

Zack continued to watch the suspicious figure as the woman seemed to hover around, filming anything that seemed to be nearby. Her very presence made him want to get in his car and drive off at speed, but she would no doubt find it strange. There was something about her that made him instinctively want to remain far away from her. He certainly didn’t like the fact that she was swinging a camera about. He watched her until she turned to walk back into the motel which caused him to let out a soft sigh of relief. He dropped the remains of his cigarette and scrubbed it out with his shoe before he turned and unlocked his car and got into the driver's seat. He had not seen the whore he had fucked, and he was glad that he didn’t. To avoid any chance of them meeting, he quickly turned on the engine of his car and pulled out of his parking space. He turned and left the car park to drive back towards the shop.

When he arrived, he parked the car back in its usual place, behind the shop, with access to the alley. He turned off the engine and leaned back with a sigh, his green eyes shifting up to look in the backwards facing mirror. He then turned and grabbed the bag of things he had bought from the convenience store. He opened it up and pulled out his bottle of whiskey which he opened and took a large gulp. He barely flinched at the burning sensation as the liquid moved down his throat and settled into his stomach. He took several more gulps before he felt significantly settled. He got out of his car, bringing the bag with him. He closed and locked the car door before he went in through the back door of the shop. He dropped off in the staff room, hiding the bottle of alcohol so that Silvia wouldn’t find it.

Zack then moved into the front of the shop where Silvia was sitting at the counter, staring blankly out of the window. He paused for a moment before saying, “I’m back.” Silvia didn’t even spare him a glance before she slipped off of her stool and headed into the back, clearly to retreat into the office. Zack gritted his teeth before closing his eyes as he let out a sigh. He opened his eyes again as he took his place at the counter, wishing that he could take another drink of the whiskey. He almost wished that he had bought several bottles now. He tried to put that thought from his mind when someone entered the shop and he forced a smile onto his face as he greeted his first customer of the day.

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Location: Black City Residential Area

Kent was enjoying an amble stroll through the sleepy suburbs of Black City on a sunny afternoon. After a long, busy morning of preparing dough and baking bread for his bakery, he liked to hand the shop over to his assistant and take a quiet stroll through the streets, making his way to a local cafe, the Toasted Bean, for an afternoon of reading the paper and watching the world go by. 

No one here would guess at his dark thoughts, concealed with a jovial smile and a pleasant word. These days, his mind would race to think up new ways of how he'd use the people in front of him, and the cafe was the perfect place to people watch and let his fantasies run wild. That young mother looked pretty shy, wouldn't it be fun to force her to expose herself in public? This one cared far too much about her appearance; imagine turning her into an anonymous rubber-bound whore! His mind was brimming with filth, and the last time he let loose, he was chased to Black City; with imagination his only outlet.

However, turning one last sleepy boulevard, something was amiss. The Toasted Bean looked far less busy than it usually was, and as he drew closer his suspicions were proven correct. No one was behind the counter, the server was no where to be seen, and piece of A4 paper with a note was stuck to the door that had been locked tight.

Dear cherished customers, the Toasted Bean is closing for a well earned break! We'll be back in...

Two weeks!? How was he supposed to hold up for that long?

He searched his mind for alternatives as he walked back in the direction of his bungalow. His route took him passed a couple of places, but the only places to sit and watch without suspicion were restaurants, and while that might work for a the time it took him to eat a meal, it was still a bit too short lived for him. Lost in thought, he bumped into his bus stop, and a small flyer jammed into the frame of the stop caught his eye. Demure looking women dressed in maid outfits adorned the flyer, urging the viewer to visit.

He let out a small sigh. If this is what it had come to, a perverted older man visiting a maid cafe, then sobeit. Better that than ruin his reputation here.

He sat and waited for the downtown express, thinking of the things he'd do to the pretty maids, given half a chance.

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Location: Black City, Maid Cafe

 

Iris Headed into work, she was just done with night school and was going straight in, despite being tired the girl did not show it. Bright and glowing as the early sun, she headed into the back fo the cafe and quickly got undressed. Long legs were revealed from the long skirt, clad in simple white panties that clung tight to her wide hips. She pulled off her shirt, her breasts falling down once it was over them in one single bounce. They were impressive for her age, E cups to be precise. She then fully undressed, taking off her bra and panties and slipped into the more frilly lingerie of her maids undergarments. Iris pulled her white stockings up her legs, hooking the tops of the stockings into the garter-straps that came from her panties. Then; she slipped on her shoes, and finally pulled her dress over her head, where they came to a stop at her breasts, framing them quite beautifully if albeit rather scantily. (Her outfit from her pictures)

Iris had worked here for the past year and had quickly become a fan favorite. Not just her looks but her personality was equally as inviting, not to mention she made great coffee. The cafe itself normally just catered to perverse men, but Iris had turned it around the last few months with her cooking skills and her barista abilities. Now, once you came into the cafe you would be greeted by the maid who would be servicing you for the morning, be taken to your booth or table and given a menu. Where the maid would act her role as your servant get you anything you needed...Reasonably.

So; as Kent walked through the door, he was met by the sight of a lot of young girls going back and forth at the busy tables, no one really looking at him once or twice, but then he would hear the soft footfalls of heels clicking against the floor to his right, and once he looked he would be met all at once with the appearance of Iris, looking up at him and smiling kindly, all while holding an entire teaset.

"Hello good sir? Are you looking to be served this morning?" Iris said in her cheery professional manner, the mans height on her allowing him plenty to oggle at from above. 

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Location: Black City, Maid Cafe.

This place was almost exactly as Kent had imagined it, a perverts paradise; though judging from the reviews this place got, he at least had some plausible deniability here. He scanned the room while he had the chance, drinking in the subservience of the maids here; clocking a red headed maid as the image of her bound and gagged flashed through her mind. He wouldn't even need a window here; they had victims for his imagination on staff.

The bustle gave Kent time to consider the face he needed to put forwards here: settling on that of a temporarily embarrassed old man looking for a coffee that just so happens to be getting served by gorgeous maids. He took great pains not to lech too much while out in the open like this, concentrating on his bashful smile and effected stammer. He tried to give the impression that he was in two minds about being here, and was seconds away from bolting out the door.

A thought crossed his mind that actually bolting out the door would lay some good foundations, when one of the maids took him by surprise. He turned to face her, persona at the ready. He took a second to drink in the buxom maid, his mind overwhelmed with possibilities; disjointed flashes of her in perverse situations, servicing a group of cocks, tied up and struggling to escape, covered in the cum of countless men. By the time he managed to get a grip of himself, he could see in the girls eyes that he'd been daydreaming a mite too long. Ken panicked, but it seemed she was used to this kind of behaviour.

"Umm, hello there miss. I... uhh... yes I suppose I am. Would it be possible to be seated somewhere a little out of the way?" 

He tore his gaze away from her and fumbled with his hands, using the opportunity to try and drift back into character. He'd hoped he hadn't already given the game away.

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Location: Maid Cafe

Iris giggled earnestly and cutely at his distracted face, male customers tended to stare which was fine. Iris was used to this and of course men like this would come into establishments like this, she was a Good Host though, if you got deterred even once by customer attention then this wasn't the line of work for you. That's why Iris was popular here because men felt so comfortable with her...Among other things. Although she didn't have any idea of the depravity from his daydreams, if she had even one glimpse into his head he would of been out on his ass by the security on staff faster than he could pop a boner.

"Of course Master, right this way."

Now that he was being serviced his title switched from Sir to Master. She led him towards a far corner booth, her hips swaying left and right causing her dress to swish left and right with it, the form of her wide hips and shape of her ass pushing out from the fabric at him, it would be hard not too get too distracted as she came to a swiftful stop next to the booth, letting him slide into it. Setting down her tea-tray on the table, she poured him hot simple green tea for now, then she withdrew a small paper slip covered in cafe menu items from coffee to baked goods, she leaned down, her smell coming to his senses as she smelled of orchids.

"Now, what can we get you today master?"

Her hand pushed towards him so that he could see the menu. But it would be awefully hard for him not to get distracted, leaning down next to him, her large bust hung there like a tempting siren, the cleavage and rise of her breaths creating this hypnotic effect.

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Location: Maid Cafe

Her sing song-tone of "Master" rang through his head in slow motion, and he was almost hypnotised by the sway of her ass. He imagined her tied to a wooden horse, her huge chest hanging over the front, her round ass and begging to take a caning from him: "Another please, Master..."; he shook his head. This one was clearly experienced in having dirty old men under her spell, but she had no idea of the kind of man she was playing with.

He continued his play at the bashful old pervert she was more used to, eying the security of this place. They seemed to be focused at the front of the shop, but he didn't doubt for a second they'd rush to tackle anyone who threatened the girls here. He was working through the motions now, a dangerous habit of his from the past. First the prize, then the means, and lastly the opportunity... and it was clear that that opportunity wouldn't be here.

He took the tea thankfully, and sipped it gently as he perused the menu and tried hard to ignore her hanging breasts. Wouldn't they look great if I... The earthy smell of matcha this close to his nose grounded him, his only protection against her truly alluring scent, his only way of saving face while she was this close. A coffee was what he was here for, but what would a bashful old pervert do? Ah, of course...

"I don't suppose you're on here?" he smiled, and laughed a jovial laugh. 

"Just a coffee for now, if you please. Strong and dark" he lowered his voice to a conspiratorial whisper, "just like me" he winked, and let loose another chuckle.

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Location: Maid cafe

Iris giggled believably to the mans minor flirting. She put her hand on her hip and played with a strand of her hair, twirling it around her pointer finger. "Oh master, your so funny..." Her soft hand laid on his shoulder giving it a light squeeze before he asked for a coffee, and quickly added his own flirtation again at the end. "Strong, Dark...I don't know if I can make coffee handsome too but I'll try."

She turned away from him, penciling in his single coffee order, once she started walking behind the counter he would see girls coming and going from a double door looking staff room, adjusting their clothes and little hats, signalling that was the changing room. The security was heavier in the front, so if someone were to want to slip into the back they could. Where there would be lockers, with tape across them with the names of the employees sprawled against them. All not having locks as the girls had gotten quite lax in their idea that sharing a lockeroom with other girls kept their items safe.

Iris soon returned, a cup of steaming hot coffee, not too hot that it would burn, but hot enough to warm you right up, she bowed softly to him before sliding it towards him. It smelled strong, and once he took a sip it was downright one of the most different cups of coffee he had ever had, the taste of fresh orange peel hinted in the taste, which gave it a fruity flavor while not betraying the bitter taste too much with sweet. The maid knew her coffee. 

"Can I get you anything else master?"

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He was expecting something cranked out of an expensive machine, good beans but soulless; so the first sip took him entirely by surprise. For a second, scent and flavour enveloped his whole world. The delicate flavour of the beans had been allowed to breathe with a more gentle brewing process, but how was that possible in a busy cafe like this? He was bowled over that he could get a cup of coffee better than the Toasted Bean in a place like this.

"This is truly delightful. Maybe the best I've ever tasted. Thank you. Nothing more just now."

He took in the maids nametag before she left, and returned to savour his coffee some more, watching Iris go about her business. He took all of her in, and began to daydream. She clearly delighted in the attention, was so sure of herself; and he would love to rob her of that assuredness. Those wide hips that she liked to jiggle in the faces of men practically begged for his cock to be buried deep inside them. He imagined taking a fistful of her white hair, pulling it back for leverage; her expression cum drunk and begging: "Please fuck me, Maaasterrr"

It'd been a long time since he'd forced anyone to do his bidding, and he was surely too out of practice; these were just daydreams, he reassured himself. He let his mind drift from her to the other maids, and between daydreams, a small part of him that he'd long since locked away chimed in: there was a pattern here. He looked a little more closely, and saw it clear as day; When a maid came back from break, she would start to serve and let another know it was her time; but she always had to finish up with her current customer. That left him roughly 5 minutes where he could sneak into the back room.

Plausible deniability. The one lesson Kent had learned from past ordeals. He searched around, and saw the toilet doors near the staff entrance. Perfect! Worst case scenario, he was just going to the toilets and found himself in the wrong room.

He took one last look at Iris. If there was anyone to come out of retirement for, it was her.

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Iris beamed warmly at him, bowing and went to seat and tend to other customers. Unaware that her ass was being stared at as she left, swaying them tauntingly at him without realizing. She was a busy bee, since she was a popular face here. She went to and fro, her tips were enormous yet she always regarded everyone with the same level of attention and care. Eventually came her break and she went into the back for just some time to get off her feet. She went to her locker, towards the corner of the room, and took out her bag, which she then took out a book, that had a custom slip on black cover. 

A blush came to her face as she looked at its contents, a semi lewd smile coming across her face as she slowly flipped the pages. She felt like she had to be a bit of a method actor when it came to the cafe, slightly turning herself on with a lewd novel then going out to the cafe. It wasn't particularly graphic stuff. In terms of the tastes of the gentleman out front, it was the most vanilla kind of book. But Iris was a very vanilla kind of girl.

Her break came swift, so she stood up and quickly went back outside, semi leaving her locker open as she went to the staff. "Sorry master! Took a bit of a break, is there anything I can get you?"

 

 

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Kent looked up, looks like his time had started. He thought back to his coffee, guessing it would take about as long as his window to prepare.

"Oh, not to worry. You deserve a break. Another of your wonderful coffees, if you please."

He set his expectations as he took one last look to make sure the staff were busy. This should just be a recon, anyways. He'd probably have to come back with lockpicks or something, if he hadn't talked himself out of it by then. 

He strode confidently towards the toilets, and at the last second switched directions and took the door to the back room; freezing for a second on the other side of the door in case he was spotted.

It looked like he'd made it, and what luck he'd had! Each locker was named, and left unlocked. Some where even wide open! This place truly was a paradise, where maids could be plucked like low hanging fruit.

He made straight for Iris' locker and stopped to enjoy another deep breath of her orchid sent from her blouse and long skirt neatly folded inside. It made sense, he mused, that she would want to spend her time away from the cafe more modestly dressed, though that was far from the plan he had for her.

Two minutes left. He stated to dig through her bag, looking for anything she might misplace, and found a curious black book; something she wanted to cherish, or hide?

Less than a minute. He flicked through and stopped at a page. Ah. Smut. Boring smut, but boring smut she was trying to hide. Jackpot! He pocketed the book in his waistline, trapping it behind his belt and under a knitted jumper.

He was tidying up his work, leaving the bag as close to how he found it, and half-jogged through the door with around 30 seconds to spare. Before heading to his seat, he headed to the toilets and washed his hands, making sure to nod at a passing patron coming the other way.

It looked like he'd gotten away with it, all he had to do now was play it cool. He planned his next steps, settling on phoning the cafe the next morning to say he found a book of hers, and leaving a number to arrange pick up.

Kidnap on demand. This really was paradise. 

 

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Location: Maid Cafe-Iris's Apartment

Iris was completely oblivious to the fact that her belongings were being trifled with, she had gone off towards the counter to make him another coffee of equal quality, she had to address soem co-workers and customers that made her spend a couple more seconds making it before she put it on a tray and onto the table infront of him, unaware he had even left. "Hope you enjoy master." Iris then went about her day, she continued making coffee, bringing out dishes of food, and casually flirting with the customers until the end of her shift came. With a sigh Iris went into the back room to change.

Once she went into her bag, a soft pit of anxiety grew when she noticed her book was gone. She looked left and right, then searched a tad frantically in the locker itself and around her, but the book was definitely gone. "Huh..." She said with a nervous chuckle before she got dressed. Piling all the frilly maid costume fabrics into her bag as she slid her feet into her walking shoes and headed out. She wasn't bothered by the fact it was gone more so that she hoped none of her coworkers had found it. It was more embarrassing than anything.

She went home, but didn't have to worry about it for long, because work then called her with a number of someone who had found her book, luckily they didn't seem to know what the book was, so using the number left on her messages she texted it.

Hello, this is really embarrassing but my name is Iris, and I think you found my book, can you send it to me? 

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Ahh, Iris. How can I be sure this is you? Can you tell me the contents of the book?

Kent sat, self-satisfied at how this plan was working out so far. While the hunger of his youth had crept back into his life, he was determined to augment it with a dash of his hard-won meticulousness. The cheap phone he'd picked up in town would make it difficult to trace, should someone come looking. He'd spent around 30 minutes typing responses and deleting them, before landing on a more subtle line getting her to admit what the stakes were; hoping to discourage the notion that she would bring someone else along.

Kent flicked a switch and descended the steps into his cellar with cleaning supplies and took in the dusty scene. The roof and floor had a few heavy metal eyelets secured deeply into the structure of the house, a padded leather bench and pelvis height could only have one purpose, a wooden frame with shackles was anchored to the far wall, a table had sex toys of various size and intent laid neatly along the table; a homemade dungeon that he'd constructed while dating. It'd been years now since the last woman in his life was driven away by a slippery slope of ever-more degrading sex scenes. He got to work putting it back into working order: scrubbing the surfaces, preparing rope into immediately useable loops, washing each toy in purpose-made cleaner reverently. 

All this cleaning left him in a zen-state as he thought of future steps. From here on it would be trickier: while he'd have liked to have her walk into his house willingly, there was always the danger that she would tell someone where she was going; but if he met her somewhere else she could be seen walking back with her. It would call for a secluded spot where he could overpower her and bundle her in the back of his van. Maybe the answer would be to meet her in the service entrance of the maid cafe, the alley would be secluded enough if they had the right moment; all he'd have to do would be meet her as she was coming off-shift, and no one would be looking for her until the next day.

He grinned, his disquieted mind finally at peace, as he readied a pair of cuffs, a gag and a length of rope; depositing them into a cloth bag in the back of his van. His deliveries into town were about to get far more interesting.

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Location: Iris Apartment-Maid Cafe

Aha...Contents that are way to embarrassing for me to ever say allowed.

If you could swing by after my shift tomorrow and hand it off to me I’d really appreciate it.

theres an alley behind my work, I rather just keep this embarrassing tidbit about myself to as few people as possible.

Iris has a blush of deep embarrassment upon her pale skin, she really didn’t want anyone having any knowledge of this or she would never hear the end of it. She set her phone down and got ready for bed. She was in for another shift tomorrow and she was goin g to be thinking about that damned book all day.

And the end of her shift came so slow, she went to her locker and quickly got dressed, she had planned to go to the movies later with some friends so she was really Dressed up. Putting her maid clothes into her bag she stepped out into the alley looking around and waiting for her mysterious savior.

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I see, so it is you. Sure. I'll meet you there tomorrow.

Kent spent the afternoon making deliveries around town in his van, making polite conversation with the owners as he delivered palettes of bread to restaurants, sandwich carts, cafes. He was proud of his business, selling artisanal loafs from the suburbs so good, that there were even spots deep in town making orders. While he was never going to beat any of the bigger conglomerates on quantity, he had carved his niche in the market with both quality and variety. By late afternoon, his van had gone from heaving to a large empty space, save for a plain cloth sack brimming with ill intent.

Late afternoon, he parked in a secluded spot, taking his time to prepare before the meet; taking the cuffs from the sack and leaving the rest in the back of the van. He went over the details in his head, his plan relied largely the towering strength difference between himself and Iris, but surprise would be a factor too. He would offer her the book, say his goodbyes, then pounce as she was about to walk away.

By early evening, just after dusk, it was time to meet the girl. He drove the van down the back alley, lighting the way with the headlamps; blocking most of the only street-facing exit with the girth of his van, stopping about 30 meters from his soon to be victim. He hopped out the van, leaving the engine running and the lights blinding anyone facing the van from the staff-door of the maid cafe; a quick getaway was going to be vital. The handcuffs were crammed in a back pocket, where she wouldn't see them until too late.

He cut an imposing silhouette past the headlights.

"Hey there! Sorry, I'm in a bit of a rush. I've got your... literature."

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Iris paced back and forth in-front of the back door of the cafe, she was getting nervous that he wasn't showing up...And anxious that he was going to. However he ears picked up on the sound of a van approaching the alley, she turned and shielded her eyes from the headlights as a figure got out of it, and stood in-front of the headlights, preventing her from being able to see who it was. However he called to her. I'm in a bit of a rush, your literature. Was all she could make out from what she could hear over the engine still going from far away.

She started walking towards him, the naive girl smiling brightly, albeit an embarrassed blush on her features as she got close, fifteen meters away. "Yeah...If you could I'd really appreciate it if you just keep this between us.." She said with a cute small laugh as she came within five feet of him before she stopped, cocking her head to the side as she tried seeing who it was.

"Could you hand it to me please..?" She extended her hand out to him, waiting for him to hand her the book.

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Kent watched her approach, a hand in front of her eyes, wide and innocent. She seemed trusting. He readed the cuffs with a hand behind his back and offered the book no more than half a meter in front of him; a trap baited perfectly for his prey.

"Yes of course it'll be our secret..."

The moment her hand gripped the book, he grabbed her wrist and cuffed it. The look of shock in her eyes was one to savour, but now was not the time. He yanked her towards him, twisting her body as if part of a strange ballroom dance, such that her arm was behind her back, and his free hand was wrapped tightly around her neck; cutting off her oxygen so she couldn't call for help. As Iris' arm shot up to pry his arm away from her neck, he used the opportunity to lock her other wrist in the cuff.

She was heavier than he imagined, her heaving bosom contributing more to his weight than he'd first thought; throwing his balance off ever so slightly. His strong farmer genes still coursed through his veins, though, and his time wrestling unruly beasts helped against the struggling maid. He picked her up by the waist, a hand still wrapped tightly around her neck, and lifted her to the back of the van.

Using his free hand, he fumbled with the back door and dumped her unceremoniously into the storage space in the back. The most important thing was the gag, after that he'd have a free hand to secure her. He could feel the time slipping by, his likelihood of a clean getaway getting smaller and smaller as he jammed the gag into her mouth and secured it tightly behind her head.

The rope unfurled. At home there would be time to tie her up in all sorts of intricate and playful knots, but right now he needed her functionally bound to stop her escaping. He started with her flailing legs, sitting on the girls hips heavily so she had less range of motion, and began a quick box tie around her knees to stop her moving. Once this was in place, he got up and rolled her on her side, securing her legs to to her neck. He fished for the handcuff key in his pocket, taking a second to admire her helpless squirming, before uncuffing a wrist and recuffing it behind her back. It was a quick and dirty hogtie, but it would hold until he got her away from prying eyes.

Kent got out the van, and took a deep breath. From now on, he was just a simple baker completing a long day of distributing his bread around the city. Calmly, cooly, he entered the driver's seat and reversed back up the alleyway and made his way back to his lair with his newly captured prize.

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Iris's eyes widened when a cuff slapped over her wrist, the metal clicking noise as it fastened around it like a death rattle in her ears. "Wha-" She gasped, twirled around and pressed against him as his arm wrapped around her throat like a python, constricting air and blood which immediately built pressure in her head. She tried to scream but her airways were obstructed, she tried raising her hand up to try and take it away from her throat but instead he cuffed her arm behind her back too, the position making it impossible to move her arms since they were bent at the elbow behind her, the small length of the chain of the cuffs preventing her from relaxing them. She wriggled and kicked viciously trying to get him off but he was a larger man who was far stronger than her. So when he dumped her inside with her bag of maid clothes she tried standing quickly to rush at him to get out. "Help! Help me-!" But he jammed a gag into her mouth, her eyes wide with fear and alarm as it silenced her completely, her flailing caused both her shoes to fall off and land on the ground just outside the van.

Her nylon covered legs kicked at him, her breasts threatening to pop out of the top from all the struggling, but he sat on her, his weight making sure she couldn't kick at him well, before she would feel that harshness of the ropes texture dig into her knees as he tied them together, turning her over like a captured pig. She screamed and wailed into the muffle, only coming out as low groans and moans of resistance, but the minute her legs were tied behind her and her cuffs readjusted she could do nothing but lay there was Kent left the van and back into the drivers seat.

Feeling the car move her heart raced fast, her deep blue eyes staring in fear at the van windows as she tried wiggling towards the handles of the van, it was near impossible to move like this, there was no way to sit up without tremendous effort, but she weakly tried getting onto her knees time and time again to try and get at the handles. But with the van moving she kept falling over again and again. Iris began softly crying, she was going to die..All for a stupid book..

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Location: Black City Residential Area

As Kent drove, he used his phone to text his assistant, making arrangements to provide cover for the next few days. There'd be questions, of course; there always were. He'd worked for twenty years and he'd taken less than twenty days of holiday. Still, his customers needed reliability and he would be letting them down, maybe even losing some crucial business; but some things were worth giving up for the hard-won treat he had in store.

At night, the suburbs were dead quiet, but Kent had lived here long enough to know that the image of a sleepy suburb was an illusion for the untrained eye. The observant would notice nosey neighbours twitching curtains at the slightest noise. The lonely old widowers and bored housewives alike hovered at their windows looking for the latest scoop, and Kent was determined that his perfectly cultivated persona wasn't to be a target for their next localized smear campaign. As his van churned passed the manicured lawns, he waved a small, polite wave from his steering wheel in the direction of the the eyes that emerged from the dark windows. Polite, friendly, and a small undertone of Yes, I see you too!

He pulled his van into his bungalow's garage, and slowly lowered the door to shield his prey from their gaze. Kent breathed a long, drawn out sigh of relief. It had been a monumentally huge risk, it could have gone wrong at any moment, but he was finally safe. He turned his head slowly to see his prize, still struggling to kneel with her arms still bound behind her back and let out a deep mirthless chuckle.

"Still got some fight in you? Good. This is going to be a lot of fun."

He jumped out the van giddily, the vigor of his youth returning to him the closer he got to his prize. Heavy footfalls on the concrete floor echoed around the van, stomping towards the trunk and swinging it open suddenly. He picked up Iris, slinging her waist over his shoulder and using a wide, meaty paw to hold her wriggling form steady by a firm grip of her ass. She was no more than a doll to be manhandled now, although he made sure not to forget his doll's accessories; her all important book, and a bag of her possessions he planned to rake through while he broke her.

He carted his prize into the hallway, descending the stairs into Iris' personalised hell.

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Time: Friday; 3:50 PM

Location: Takahashi's Ramen Shop

Amelia was approaching the Ramen Shop she'd been "offered a job" at, as she put it to her family. Of course, there was a knot in her stomach. She already lead a very busy life managing school life and babysitting and she dreaded the idea that whatever this job would entail would interfere with her babysitting. There was nothing she loved more than taking care of children, so she wanted to devote as much time as she could to such a job. She didn't want some chance encounter to take that from her... But again, she was letting her fears get the better of her. She had to stop assuming the worst. But on the other hand, she couldn't shake the knowledge that she was intentionally placed in a position where she couldn't say no. There was more to this than just working at some ramen shop. 

She had arrived early. She didn't want to risk running even a minute late, she didn't even want to risk a poorly-set clock showing her arrival to be late. It was critically important she did not disappoint her new... employer. In hindsight, this store was quite familiar to her. She could recall bringing her sister here a few times in the recent past. There was certainly a reason it was popular. The food was incredible and full of flavor. It was a shame she'd likely never be able to enjoy the food here again. And the thought of her sister coming to visit her at work, just feet away from... him.... was enough to make her shudder. But, as long as she did as she was told, and as long as he knew what was smart for him, her sister would remain unharmed. Still, she hated the idea of leaving Jasmin alone at home. Especially with the thought that her secret is being leaked to anyone who so much as asks for it... at any moment it could be revealed to the wrong person and all hell could break loose... and she'd be stuck here making noodles while her poor sister suffers... With a gulp, a deep breath, and a heart of lead, she slowly pushed the door open to the seemingly inconspicuous, and in fact quite popular, store.

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Taka was behind the counter, making noodles as he usually did before hearing the door open. He looked to the door to see Amelia, then back up at his clock.

"Good to know that you're early." He said, leaving the noodles to finish cooking on their own as he dried his hands and walked from the counter. "Sit, we'll talk about your pay and what you'll be doing here." He said, taking a seat at one of the tables and waving for Amelia to come towards him. While he needed a legitimate worker help, he obviously wanted a toy he could play with. Still, work was work, and just making her do things to alleviate his own workload felt just a tiny bit cruel to him.

Besides, he was going to make sure Amelia revealed her depraved sexual feelings to him on her own. Making her feel secure was part of the fun, so her mind could be broken later. 

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Amelia blinked in confusion at the surprising hostility she was met with. Granted, he was still giving her commands and she knew she couldn't shy away from them, but... "...pay?" she reluctantly made her way over to the table and sat down across from the man. This was obviously some sort of scheme to make her let her guard down... or... it must have been for show in case anyone came in suspicious of him. Then again, perhaps he would be paying her out of necessity. After all, having an unpaid employee wasn't exactly legal and it would be incredibly suspicious if anyone discovered this. "R-right... I guess I am working here..." She blushed slightly and closed her legs together. Her imagination once again getting the better of her at the thought of what kinds of degrading things she'd be made to do... wearing lewd uniforms or being forced to wear toys during hours... he was going to use every waking moment to torment her while under his supervision, wasn't he...? 

"What is there to discuss? Just pay me minimum wage and tell me whatever it is you want me to do and I'll get started. It's as simple as that, right?"

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"Well, since I'm a private company, I have a reputation to uphold. The quality of business is going to reflect how you and I come off, so I need you at the best of your ability. There's a ton of different factors at play here." Taka said seriously, looking at Amelia and talking like an actual business owner instead of the punk he was being last night. He wasn't kidding about extra hands on deck at his place of work. Though he held incredibly vital information, first and foremost he needed to take care of his business before anything else. At least, that's what he was saying to use as a cover up. He had more than enough money to close up shop and just play with Amelia if he really wanted to. But he liked to play with his food before diving in.

"At any rate, you'd be getting paid just a bit above minimum wage and work four days out of the week; three weekdays and one weekend day. What, did you think I was just gonna fuck with you? Or... Did you want me to do something to you while you were working?" He said, some of his attitude from last night seeping into his business like persona a bit.

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Amelia nodded along to Taka's explanation. Strangely enough, it seemed to make sense as bizarre as this situation was. Was this man really that desperate for help around his restaurant that he would resort to blackmail just to get that? That didn't add up. If he was worried about his reputation, surely he would focus on more legitimate sources of employment. No, there had to be more... She couldn't let herself be fooled so easily into lowering her guard. 

Even still, he was acting surprisingly generous, even offering slightly more than minimum wage for her efforts. But when his last line slipped in, her face immediately glew red. "Wh-what? D-don't even think about it...!" She immediately protested. Of course, she wouldn't be able to say 'no' to anything he told her to do, but the last thing she would want this man to think was that she was somehow enjoying this. That would only justify his actions. At the end of the day, she was here against her will and nothing could possibly change that. She was in the presence of a criminal no matter what way you looked at it. "Th-there's a very fine line between fantasy and reality and you've already crossed that... I'm only here because it's dangerous to say no to you. Don't go getting the wrong idea..."

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Taka chuckled a bit, shrugging as he let the situation go. "Whatever you say." He said before looking back at the clock, going right back into his business like persona. 

"Alright, your shift starts in five minutes. I can't teach you how to make noodles in that time, but I can teach you how to man the front register and take orders from people. You can manage that much, right?" He asked seriously. He wasn't just gonna throw her into the deep end. A job is still a job, even if it was all just a front for something bigger. If he acted like the bigger person during all of this, it helps with two things. For one, it keeps people unaware of his and Amelia's true relationship and what he plans to do with her once she's comfortable. For two, it keeps Amelia under his thumb without her realizing it.

"Oh, you still need an apron too. Kitchen protocol and all." He said, getting up and walking to the back to get an apron Amelia's size.

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Amelia slowly nodded. She was still wary of this man. After their encounter last night, it would take a lot of convincing for her to lower her guard. "I've never worked in food service before, but surely running the register wouldn't be too complicated. I just take the orders, ring it up, and exchange the money, right?" Perhaps the hardest part of such a job would be having to put on a smile for every customer that enters. She also had her concerns about select individuals showing their face. She'd probably have a breakdown if she saw a certain someone walk in... 

As Taka went to the back of the restaurant, she followed a bit awkwardly. She wasn't sure if he wanted her to follow or not, but at the same time she didn't want to let him out of her sight. 

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