Zevrel

5/7/2025

Summary: A girl is captured and turned into a sex slave; this is how it happened. TW contains

sexual assault, underage sex, copious uses of the word folds to describe a vagina, viewer

discretion is advised.

Bettie Summers was a recent graduate from a small-time university in her equally small town of

Mowtown, New Jersey, Her life had been mundane. Bettie looked twenty three in certain patterns

of light, and stood at a solid five feet and three inches, and in her opinion drop dead gorgeous,

with pale skin, long silky black hair, perky c cup tits, and golden brown eyes. The debacle started

because she had been lonely and had desired to find love. She went onto one of the dating apps

and had little luck. Four months of false starts led her to him. The man she matched with was

only three years older than her listed age, handsome with a beard, wavy red hair, and an

invitingly wry grin. His name was Frederich, a transplant from across the sea. Their texts started

out innocently enough.

Fred: "You're a pretty thing, aren't you?"

Bettie: "Awww, thank you, you're pretty handsome yourself." Eventually their conversations

turned flirty, and to an eventual meeting, the moment of disaster incoming.

Fred: "You say that you love cuddles, well, I'm something of a cuddle champion. Wanna make

that happen this weekend?"

Bettie: "I'd love that, how about this Saturday. How about we have a night in at my place?"

Fred: "That sounds great, I'll see you then." The Saturday came, and Bettie dressed in a low-cut

top that stopped at her belly, a pair of black leggings, and a necklace. Fred arrived, and she saw

him, and he was dressed in a red shirt and purple jeans, with black loafers. He stood at a

towering six feet and three inches. She hugged him and he returned it.

"Hey there, Angel, it's great to meet you." His voice was deep and husky, which made her heart

flutter and her cheeks heat up.

"It's g…great to meet you. You have s…strong h…hands there." Bettie stammered. He was

holding her still, and his fingers were massaging her shoulders, causing her eyes to droop.

"I'm glad you think so, my sweet pet. Let's go up to your room." He whispered into her ear, she

didn't notice the needle that entered her neck in time, or the sudden sensation of heat pulsing into

her body. 'Shit, I feel so wet, my body won't respond, what happened?' Her inner thoughts,

unbeknownst to her, were mumbled aloud.

"That would be the aphrodisiac I cooked up. I think I'll break you in, and then I'll keep you."

Fred whispered into her ear. She felt herself pulled to her room, the door closing and locking

behind her, her shoes and socks removed, and then she found her pliant body pushed onto his

lap, his hands kneading her as she was drawn into a melting kiss. 'Why does this feel so good? I

can't stop kissing him, this isn't good… nnngh!' Suddenly, her shirt was torn off and her bra

ripped up, revealing her bare chest, which his fingers started to caress.

"Nnngh, unhhhh!" Bettie moaned breathlessly as he kept teasing her nipples, making her bite her

lip. "Y…you're t…touch….t…too g…good! S…stop t…teasing!" She begged him with

stuttering breaths.

"Oh, you want more? Then you have to call me your owner, your master, your daddy." Fred

whispered into her ear, his fingers having stopped their ministrations on her nipples.

"I'm n...not a sex slave, I... I'm nnnot!" Bettie protested, though she felt her pussy twitch in

protest to her words.

"I won't let you go, I'll keep teasing you until you give in," Fred growled into her ear, his hands

returned to her nipples, teasing them but not touching her slickening folds. After a pause and a

whine from her, she spoke.

"P…please... master!" And so he ripped off her pants and panties and thrust his fingers inside

her, rendering her mind to mush. 'This isn't good, if he keeps going, I'll lose control.' Bettie

thought with concern. Then she felt herself clench around him.

"Ahhhhhh, n…noo!" She protested weakly.

"Good girl cumming for master. Don't worry you'll cum plenty of times. Just let your thoughts

drain down your thighs." The praise made her clench around his fingers, her body betraying her.

'T...that was two times, I don't know how much more I can take.' Bettie thought as Fred's fingers

kept churning her insides. Then her body truly betrayed her, she felt herself squirt onto his

fingers, her mind shattering, as she kept gushing onto him.

"I... I'm breaking! shooo goood! I'm a good girl for mashter!" Bettie's speech slurred with her

onrush of orgasms. Those were her last words before she passed out.

Fred's perspective

With one last shout, Bettie passed out into his arms. He appraised her for a moment before he

began to eat her out, fingering her while he did so. She drained into his mouth even while

unconscious. He kept it up for at least five hours, by his estimate. He then pulled out a condom

and slipped it onto his dick, which he then inserted into her twitching folds. He proceeded to

pound her repeatedly, feeling as her walls shuddered with each thrust. It wasn't long before he

came inside the condom. He then pulled out and dumped the contents onto her tits, and some of it

onto her face. Then he pulled a collar out of his pocket and put it around her neck. Her breathing

was even as she slept. He kissed her forehead, and she mewled in her sleep before she mumbled.

"… need more, master put fingers back in toy," Bettie muttered in her sleep. He did so, and

couldn't help the coo that escaped him when she sighed in relief, they lay there like that, with him

fingering her while she slept. The next day, he woke up to the sensation of his fingers still inside

her. He opened his eyes and saw that she was still asleep, but she woke up due to his

ministrations. She yawned, and looked at him, before her fingers went to her face and she started

to lick up his cum.

"Good morning, master, you certainly tuckered me out. What are we gonna do today?" She asked

with a slight giggle, her eyes were half lidded. He flexed his fingers, which caused her to twitch.

"Well my pet, after I have some more time with you, I'll move you to my place and then we'll

see about removing that uterus of yours so I can cum inside you all I want. And we'll

permanently remove your pubic hair." Fred answered her, and he smiled when she grinned at

him. He proceeded to finger her while eating her out, which caused her back to arch, and her

folds to liquify. After a solid two hours of repeatedly draining her, he then had her take him into

her mouth, while he kept fingering her. He placed his other hand on her head. Eventually, from

her gentle and eager swirling of her tongue, he came into her mouth, and she swallowed.

"There's a good girl swallowing every drop. Now then, let's go and get my pet ready."

Time Skip two weeks later Mowtown police department

The police department of Mowtown was a small but efficient force, and their officers were the

best in the area. Seated at a desk at the corner of the office was a beefy man with tan skin, a

bushy black mustache, and a swath of spiky black hair, clad in a blue officer's uniform, but with

a badge inscribed with "officer Mustache missing persons". The officer was typing on his

laptop, a cup of coffee steaming next to the computer. An older-looking man walked up, dressed

in a grey collared shirt and charcoal pants with a brown gun holster strapped to his chest. He

had white hair with an equally white goatee.

"Officer Mustache, if I could have a word?" The older man spoke, his voice deep but also

marred from years of smoking. The mustached man looked up from his laptop.

"What's up, Sergeant Bimly? Is it about the Jones case?" Mustache asked, the older man

appraised him for a moment. Officer Mustache's voice was deep and sultry, with just a touch of a

Bronx accent.

"Well, Bill, I have a new case for you. Recently, we were contacted about a missing girl by the

name of Bettie Summers. Her neighbor told us to contact her when we were ready to investigate.

I'm sending you to her." Bimly replied in his gravely tone. He placed a folder onto the desk,

which Bill opened and started to leaf through.

"Alright, sarge, consider it done. I'll let you know what I pick up." With that, the Sergeant

walked away. 'Hmmm, says here that Bettie's clean as far as any crimes, and that she just

disappeared two weeks ago. Known address is 2800 Goldenrod Avenue, Apartment 62 B. Ah,

that's weird, says that her neighbor, Sarah Sanderson, was the last person to see her before she

vanished.' Bill thought to himself, he then got up, put on his officer hat, and walked to his patrol

car.

Timeskip twenty minutes later

Bill arrived at the apartment complex, which was painted an eye-catching purple. He parked on

the side of the street and walked inside. As he did, he was met by a lady who looked younger than

him by about six years, if he had to guess. She had on a blue dress and had shoulder-length

blonde hair with freckles along her cheeks. He reached out his hand and she returned it.

"Hello there, I'm Officer Mustache with missing persons. I presume you must be Sarah." Bill

introduced himself. 'She's got a good grip on her.' He thought wryly to himself.

"That's right, good to meet you. Let's go to my place and I'll tell you what I know." The two

walked to her apartment, and after he entered and removed his office regulation shoes, black and

bulletproof just like his shirt and pants, he walked to her kitchen table, which had several sheets

of paper. He sat down.

"Would you like anything to drink? I have water, tea, coffee, hot chocolate, and I think milk."

Sarah offered, though her tone was distracted.

"Coffee will do, black but with a hint of sugar," Bill replied, while she fixed up the beverage, he

pulled a recorder out of his shirt pocket and pressed record on it. After a bit, she brought over

the coffee and then sat down across from him.

"Why don't you start from the beginning and tell me about how you know Bettie and what

happened?" Bill prompted, after a beat, the young woman did so.

"I met Bettie in college, we were roommates for the entire three years. During our time together,

she told me things about her past that I hadn't thought to be important until now. Her parents

died when she was twelve, she killed them in self defense after they tried to rape her. She lived

with her aunt and uncle after that, then she had to kill her uncle in self defense after he tried to

rape her too. She kept telling me how she wanted more out of life than just a job and an eventual

crawl toward death." Sarah paused for a moment to gather her thoughts, or at least that's how it

looked to Bill.

"Things got weird after a time, she got into message boards and online groups dedicated to rape

kinks and grooming groups, she also kept trying to get the frat boys to assault her, said it was the

thrill of being manhandled. Try as she might, there wasn't any traction. Eventually, we

graduated, and we moved here. Four weeks ago, Bettie started to get into online dating. She

asked me for help, and I was only happy to, though when she showed me her profile, I was

shocked." Sarah passed him a printout, which Bill glanced over. On it was a dating profile,

'Hmm, that's odd, says here that Bettie called herself a self-proclaimed bad girl who needed to

be put in her place. But something doesn't add up.' Bill thought to himself.

"Sarah, something doesn't add up here. What's caused your concern if she indicated that she

wanted this?" After a beat, the woman answered.

"The problem is that Bettie was only ever into the kink, but this guy, a man named Fredrich

Gottantaug, she became obsessed with him. She started talking about him over the last three

weeks, constantly talking about how he seemed so perfect. When she invited him over, I decided

to wait in the lobby to make sure she was safe. That's when things got dicey. He injected her

with something that made her go limp and drip onto the floor. I couldn't tell what they said to

each other, but he dragged her off to her room. When I went to investigate what that fluid was…

it was precum from her. The syringe was nowhere to be found as far as I could tell. I didn't see

her leave, so I thought she was still in the building. The next day, she was being led out with her

stuff in a box, and oddly enough, she had a collar and leash on. That was the last I ever saw her."

Sarah finished her detailing. Bill hemmed and hawed a moment and sipped his coffee.

"Can you describe this Fred character? What's he look like, any distinguishing features?" He

asked, his tone appeasing.

"He had a muscular build, stood at a solid six feet three, had a red beard and wild red hair that

went down to about his back. Peculiar thing is that he had a tattoo of an ouroboros on his arm,

though the snake had feathers from what I could see. He spoke with what sounded like an accent,

might've been German or Swedish." Sarah supplied. Bill gave a grunt of acknowledgment before

he replied.

"That's certainly odd, that symbol, as you've described it, sounds similar to an Aztec Deity,

Quetzalcoatl, the feathered serpent. I'll have to cross-reference this with my colleagues at

Langley. Thank you for your help, Sarah. If we find anything, I'll let you know." With that, Bill

departed back to the precinct, his mind swirled with theories.

Meanwhile with Fred

It had been easy to get his new acquisition modified to his liking. The operation to remove her

uterus and her pubic hair went without a hitch, he'd even had them increase the sensitivity to her

vagina and nipples. She had been so obedient these past few weeks, so far he'd came inside her a

total of three hundred times. He was just that hooked on her perfect pussy. Currently, she was on

his bed, with his fingers inside her while he whispered praises into her ear, with her positioned

on his lap.

"You've been such a good, obedient girl, a perfect pet. But I feel like you haven't been honest

with me. What are you hiding?" Fred whispered. She whimpered and squirted, before she spoke.

"Hnnn, I… I'm n…not twenty-three, I'm actually… fifteen." Bettie's words had been spaced out,

her pussy dripping out her arousal in time with his fingers.

"Oh, a young thing, even better that I got you before you could be snagged by someone else.

Keep cumming for master my good girl." He growled into her ear, she clenched around him in

response. After a few rounds of this, he then inserted his dick into her, feeling her wet heat

around him. As he pounded into her, he started to growl words at her.

"You're my perfect little teen fucktoy, for me to use and pleasure. I think you're due for a reward

soon. Might mark you with a brand to show that you're mine permanently." His words and

actions caused her back to arch as she screamed and gushed around him.

"Yesssh mashter! Please… please mark your toy!" Bettie moaned, he obliged and started to layer

bites on her while he kept pounding her pussy. One of his bites was to her nipples, which caused

her to shudder. Eventually her walls clenched around him again, and this time he came inside

her, filling her up. He stayed in her and felt her still milking him. They collapsed into a cuddling

pile, with his hand still between her legs.

"Tomorrow I'll take you to get branded with my name." The response he got was a snore from

her as she fell asleep. He kissed her forehead.

Back with Officer Mustache

Bill walked over to the office secure phone line in a spartan office with only a small table and

chair. It only took a moment to ring up Langley.

"This is Agent Conrad, FBI. How might I help you?" The agent asked on the connection.

"It's Bill Mustache, I've encountered a most peculiar case. Missing person, possible abduction.

Girl's name is Bettie Summers, but the troubling part is the abductor, a Fredrich Gottantaug. I

can't find anything on him in our records." Bill supplied his tone grim. There was the sound of

computer keys clicking on the other line before the agent responded.

"Well I just found information on your guy, he's been an active pedophile in Eastern Europe for

the past ten years, mostly just applying to high schools as a substitute teacher and then raping the

students. Doctorates in chemistry, psychology, and criminology, member of the cult of the

Feathered Serpent. I'll hand you the file first thing Wednesday morning." Agent Conrad

supplied. Bill wrote down the information he had been given.

"Thank you, sir, I'm looking forward to it. We'll catch this bastard!" With that declaration, he

hung up. He then walked back to his desk and found a list of tips on his desk. 'Says here that

Fredrich was spotted just yesterday pulling a girl resembling Bettie's description to a known

underground branding station. This is bad.' With that thought, Bill set about calling his contacts

on the street.

With Bettie same time

The cold metal of the table bit into her, then her world exploded in pain as a brand was carved

into her skin. When the pain faded, on her stomach, red on her skin were the words 'property of

Fredrich Gauntaug!' She moaned despite herself at seeing the words. Her pussy dripped as the

thought entered her mind. 'I'm finally owned, no thoughts, just pleasure.' Bettie thought to

herself, then Fred walked up and pressed a cold compress to her burn, and whispered to her.

"There, there, little pet, the pain will fade with time." At his ministrations, she sighed in

contentment. He then picked her up and carried her, her arms encircling his neck.

"You're my forever home, Fred, thank you," Bettie whispered into his ear. He kissed her

forehead in response. She mewled and buried her face into his chest.

Timeskip ten minutes later

Bettie was deposited on the bed, with Fred lying down with her. He put his fingers into her pussy

and started to finger her. His mouth found hers, and they kissed as her mind started to fog.

'Shoooo gooood, I'm cuuuuming!' she thought to herself as her body bucked and shivered.

Suddenly, she squirted her juices onto his fingers as her back arched and her eyes rolled back.

"Yesssssshhhh I'm cummming mashter! Aaaaaaaahhhhh!" Bettie screamed as her mind left her

body, with Fred's fingers pushing her to orgasm without pause or room for her to think. 'I can't

think anymore, everything's going blank... all I can do is cum!' Were her last thoughts before she

passed out.

Back with Officer Mustache

It was Wednesday morning, and finally, agent Conrad had arrived. The FBI agent had blonde

hair and grey eyes. he had on a red striped blue polo shirt and black pants, with an FBI badge

attached to the collar.

"Officer Mustache, it's a pleasure to meet you. I hear you perform tight and efficient work."

Conrad spoke up, shaking his hand.

"It certainly is, Gary, but I think we had better hurry, there's still much we don't know about the

case, such as Bettie's location or what the drug did to her," Bill replied. The two then walked over

to his desk, where Gary supplied the file. And they both sat down.

"Alright, Gary, walk me through what we have on this guy, last known location, modus operandi,

the works." He finally said after taking a sip of his coffee.

"Alright. Fredrich Gountaug is the son of a Psychologist and a Chemist. He was born in Bavaria,

Germany, in nineteen eighty two, graduated from high school and college with top marks.

During his high school career, he started to get into trouble for sexually assaulting the female

students around him. His parents swept it under the rug, called it 'boys will be boys'. In college,

Fredrich got into chemistry and psychology just like his parents, and as a result, he created an

advanced neurotoxin called AphronDelta. AphronDelta targets the pleasure centers of the brain

as well as the memory and speech centers. Prolonged exposure can potentially permanently alter

the brain, making its use dangerous. After college, he created a cult dedicated to abducting

women ages fourteen to twenty-eight, to turn them into sex slaves, to either keep or sell on the

black market." Gary paused, and Bill's jaw clenched with his anger at the depravity of the man

they were discussing.

"This kind of chemical expertise could prove catastrophic if it were ever weaponized or

mass-produced on a larger scale. Is there more on him?" Bill asked with concern. The FBI agent

nodded grimly.

"There's more, Eventually, his actions in Germany were taken seriously, and he was banned from

ever returning. He migrated to Poland and preyed on the teens there for a time, and he repeated

this process all over Europe, creating a vast network. Now he's here ten years later, and if we

don't stop him here and now, then the entire country's children will be at risk. I have only some

idea of where he is, there's an estate under the name of Clouse Wilhelm ten miles south of the

border between here and Pennsylvania. If we move quickly, we can free the girl and whoever

else he has with him." Gary provided, Bill met his gaze, and gave a determined nod.

"We strike in the morning, I'll gather the strike team, soon there'll be one less pedophile in New

Jersey." Officer Mustache replied with a grim smile.

The next day with Nick

The day had started like the others, first he pleasured Bettie into unconsciousness, then he had

sat down to conduct some research into the surrounding high schools, one hand in Bettie's pussy.

Just as he was about to apply for a job, the door was busted down and the room was swarming

with cops.

"Freeze! Put your hands up and get on the ground now!" One of the officers shouted at him, his

uniform showing an FBI insignia. Fred tried to move, but Bettie's folds clamped down on his

fingers.

"I can't move, she's clamped down on me. And I'm not letting her go, she's mine! And I have

the papers to prove it." Fred replied with careful calm. One of the officers, with a prominent

mustache, looked at him with both disdain and begrudging respect. He slowly grabbed the

requisite papers and handed them to the officer with the mustache.

"Alright, let's see what we have here. Bettie Summers of sound mind and body, as attested to by

Dr. Bartholmew and as notarized by her lawyer, do hereby declare herself the legal ward of

Fredrich Gountatug. Shit, it's also been signed by the mayors of Jersey, New York and

Pennsylvania." The officer had read it aloud with increasing anger and defeat. The FBI agent

and the officer stepped aside and started talking in hushed tones, at the same time, Bettie stirred.

"Mashter too loud, please make the noise stop." He pulled her into his lap a bit more, and she

fell asleep again.

Officer Mustache's perspective

"What do we do, Gary? Which law supersedes?" Bill asked in a whisper. His superior regarded

him for a moment before he replied.

"Well, Bill, the legal document is legitimate, though only a judge could render it null. We'll have

to talk to him."Gary answered with a weary sigh. With that, Agent Conrad walked over to the

other officers and ushered them out of the room. Bill walked over and sat down in one of the

chairs. Gary sat down in the chair next to him.

"My name is Bill Mustache, police officer and head of the Mowtown Missing Persons division.

Next to me is FBI agent Gary Conrad." Bill introduced himself and Gary.

"Alright, Fredrich, why don't you walk us through what you're doing here, and if Bettie

Summers is safe with you," Gary spoke up, after a pause the man before them straightened up

and moved the sleeping form on his lap to an upright position, which made her stir before she

fell back asleep.

"Very well, gentlemen, I'll cut right to the quick. I have and always shall be a scientist first and

foremost; my goal since I was but fifteen years old was to do something about the high mortality

rate in teenagers, specifically females. I ran the numbers, found my grandfather's and my

parents' old research notes, and carried them forward. Through my work, sweet things like Bettie

here can be saved from the mental health epidemic. I have treated her with nothing but kindness

and gentleness. Once she wakes up, you can ask her yourselves." Fredrich replied in a low

volume. Bill's jaw dropped, and his eyebrows shot up.

"You're… you're a hero! I was wrong about you." Officer Mustache whispered reverently. Fred

blushed slightly at the praise.

"I wouldn't necessarily go that far, but thank you nonetheless." Dr. Gottantug replied with a

slight lopsided grin.

"What does AphroDelta do exactly?" Gary asked.

"AphronDelta rewires the brain by targeting the areas responsible for sexual hormones, memory,

and logic, as well as the areas responsible for decision making. It's also a strong and permanent

aphrodisiac, and it's capable of halting the aging process permanently. This drug is the

culmination of over one hundred and thirty years of research." Fred's response caused Gary to

mutter some phrase in what he assumed was Hebrew. Gary then pulled a legal document out of

his pocket and a pen.

"Well, Fredrich, the US government has been having a serious epidemic in our teenagers. We're

willing to make you an official asset and to provide you with the full backing of our best

scientists, doctors, and field agents to make your dream a reality." Gary declared with an

enthusiasm that had Bill smiling as well. Fred signed the document and shook hands with them.

Epilogue

Over the next twenty years, many changes would be seen worldwide. The first was that

Fredrich's operation united the world governments into one singular universal one, finally

creating peace. With the help of the US government, he successfully ended the international teen

mental health crisis, and as a result, was gifted with a Presidential Medal of Freedom and a

Nobel Peace Prize. Bettie and Fredrich would live for another two hundred years, eventually

choosing to migrate to Germany. As for Officer Mustache, well, he was promoted to FBI agent

after the monumental deal was made.