"Strip"

Travis pulled Emma by her arm and took her inside the building right beside them. It was pretty abandoned since he saw graffiti and the windows boarded up. When he got inside, he found a chair to sit on and stared at Emma, who was standing right in front of him.

"Alright, how do I make her submit? I'm not a rapist, so that's out of the bag. I want her to fall for me, basically make her choose to be my slave. How, though? I guess since she's a gold digger I gotta use that, and most importantly, sex. If she falls for all of those, she'll be mine in the four days needed to make her a Sub," he thought.

Emma stood there, looking around her, wondering what he was going to do to her. He could easily beat 20 grown men, so it was safe to say she wouldn't be much of a problem if he wished to do something.

He stared at her face, seeing the fear in her eyes. One thing he needed to do was take advantage of that fear.

"Strip," he said.

Her eyes widened at that very moment, stepping back instinctively.

"Is he gonna rape me? Should I do it? I mean, it's only right that I do it. No, I'm not! If he's gonna rape me, then I'd rather go down fighting," she thought.

"I don't want to," she meekly said. Even though she understood her situation, she still had an ounce of pride in her, so she refused his command.

"You still don't understand, huh? I said strip," Travis said, not raising his voice but raising his words, making sure to enlist a bit of deepness in his tone.

Emma stepped back, hearing how serious he was. She stared trembling, like prey in front of a predator. Fear was one of the easiest ways to turn someone into a slave, but the other way was much easier.

"I have to, he said so. I can't disobey that, no! I won't, I mean I will but slowly," she thought.

She slowly began to take off her clothes. Starting with her hoodie, she took it off and placed it on a table near her. Underneath, she was wearing a sports bra that held her ample breasts perfectly. Travis saw all of this but didn't flinch, which made her even more terrified.

She pulled down her jean shorts which had her ass out and placed them on the table, leaving her in her underwear. Emma wore all-black Nike underwear; both looked breathtaking on her. From her nice but not too big breasts and her curvy figure, he could even see her ass from the front. She was clearly gifted.

"Now what?" she asked, her voice wobbly as she tried to hold back her tears.

Travis wasn't a pro at this, so of course, he didn't know how to go about it. Yet, being the "do it fast before they notice you ain't shit" type of guy, he immediately took out his phone.

"We'll be having a photo shoot. How about to strike a pose for me?" he said as he turned the flash on. Since it was already dark out, he could now see her more clearly.

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Back in the dorms, Katie woke up feeling much better than before. Travis's massage really worked, which was surprising. She got up from the bed and took his sheets. She got dressed then placed them in the washing machine. She often used this; Paul brought it over when he enrolled here and allowed her to use it.

As she waited, she opened her phone and saw texts from her roommate and friend asking where she was.

'I almost forgot that I'm not in my room. Well, I'll see them tomorrow. It's not a big deal. Where is Travis though?' she thought.

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Back with Travis, he and Emma were now conducting a Victoria's Secret photo shoot. She gave him the most erotic poses money could buy, and he took the pictures. She did hesitate at first, but after giving her a push, she finally did as he asked. He had now taken over 50 pictures of her and saw that it was enough.

"Alright, that's it. Now I want you to get naked and pose for me," he said, walking closer to her.

Emma was immediately taken aback by what he said. She shook her head and backed up. "No! I already did what you said. I'm not doing anything else—" she was cut from her speech.

Travis was standing right in front of her with his hand covering her mouth, his other hand moving behind her and holding her ass.

"You know, while we're alone here, I could literally do this and take you from the back forcibly. Now are you gonna do what I say or cry and pray as I fuck you?" 'Man I'm getting smooth with my improvising,' he thought.

She hurriedly nodded in response. Travis smiled and removed his hand from her mouth, stepping back, sitting back down on the chair.

'Man, this is draining, but it's all for the rewards, I guess. I mean, she's a bitch and I almost got jumped by a gang. But she's not that bad, I think,' he thought.

Emma had a tall frame. She had a beautiful face that rivaled even the best models in the world. She also had long gray hair and eyes, which made her even more gorgeous.

He watched as she took off her clothes, starting with her bra, which revealed her beautiful breasts. She then took off her panties; she had gray pubic hair above her pussy, it was shaved well, so he didn't complain.

"Nice. Now pose for me. As if your life depended on it, because it kinda does," he said.

She started doing poses; Travis took the pictures while grinning like a demon. In her head, she had to do this even though she didn't want. That was the kink kicking in, which made things easier for Travis. He can't wait to see how far she'll go as the days pass.

When he was done, Travis began to laugh. It all went as planned.

"Alright, get dressed. We're done," he said.

"What?" she exclaimed in shock.

"What, did you think I was gonna rape you? Oh hell nah, I want to make your life a living hell. So be ready because from now on, you'll be sitting on the edge. Give me your number; when I call you, better be there before I hang up " he said.

TO BE CONTINUED