It had been only days since Amanda had been captured and taken to the holds of cold and dark dungeon cell, but those few days would change her life forever. As she awaited an unbeknownst certainty of eventually being auctioned off to the highest bidder, though she was not yet the property of any one fortunate individual, she was still considered a bondage slave in the eyes of her captors.
The initial moments of capture were that of a typical apprehension of a beautiful and unsuspecting soon to be slave. A methodical scouting of the prey, patience for an opportune moment, the precise ambush and ensuing struggle followed by a chloroform soaked rag induced slumber and immobilizing restraint. But what would happen next would indelibly transform Amanda from a free spirited and liberated college coed to a helpless bondage slave for the rest of her existence.
Amanda's captors would inject Amanda with powerful microchip that could track Amanda's whereabouts across the entire planet via a sophisticated global positioning network should she somehow be able to escape from her leather restraints while in the possession of her new owner. Though Amanda's escape would be highly unlikely, her captors do everything possible to ensure an unavoidable life of strict bondage slavery for Amanda from this moment forward.
Even a governmental witness protection program would be just a slight delay for the inevitable. The eventual recapture and punishment of the strictest and most inescapable of bondage predicaments. One that only a handful of female bondage slaves could physically and mentally endure, but poor Amanda would be forced to endure considering her circumstances. For no one ever could save her and Amanda could never escape the clutches of her strict bondage slavery.
