The house was a big white one that sat atop a hill, it used to belong to a farmer who willed it to his only daughter when he passed away. Little did he know that she was going to use it for something else, farming just wasn’t her forte. Her name was Monica Edwards and she was running one of the biggest sex slave rings in upstate New York. She would purchase slaves on the black market and bring them back to her house for training before she would sell them off to desperate men with lots of money. Olivia Benson had been investigating Monica but never in her wildest dreams did she think she would end up as a slave.

In a dark basement was where she sat, her hands were chained behind her back and her ankles were bound with rope. The room was most likely in the basement of the house, there were no windows and only one door which lay at the top of a set of stairs. The only time she had seen light in the past twelve hours was when the door opened but it always shut shortly there after. It was almost as if some one wanted to come get her but they were always being called away to do something else. The room was damp and it smelled old and musty, the floor was a little bit wet with a drain in the center so the floor could be easily hosed down, for what she didn’t know and didn’t want to know. Just as she was thinking about ways to pull herself up the stairs with out the use of any appendages the door opened, but this time some one headed down the stairs. It was a petite woman with long red hair and a perfect body, she was wearing a black leather cat suit that covered everything up to her neck and it outlined every curve. She flipped her hair behind her shoulders as she left the last step and she got down next to Benson.

“You shouldn’t have come here.” The woman said to her, she then pulled out a dog collar and placed it around Olivia’s neck gently, “You aren’t going to like it here.” The woman then pulled out a pen light and proceeded to check her vitals. Benson tried to move away from her but all that got her was her hair pulled and a slap to the face.

“What do you want from me?” She asked, it was very cold down there and all she was wearing was a pair of old jeans and a black turtleneck sweater, and for some reason unbeknownst to her, her shoes had been removed. The woman ignored her questioning and started to untie her feet slowly. Olivia watched her carefully and after a moment she deducted that the woman wasn’t Monica Edwards. Monica had brown hair and was a lot taller, she decided that the woman must be one of the slave girls in training.

“My name is Dana,” The woman informed her and then took a hold of her upper arm and pulled her to her feet which were now unbound, “I’m going to take you to Monica now, please don’t try anything stupid.” She had a strong grip on Olivia’s arm and since the detective was now hungry and sleep deprived she decided that she would wait for a better opportunity to run. Dana pulled her towards the stairs and then up them, her grip was firm but at the same time it was rather gentle. When they reached the top floor Benson squinted from the light, it was bright compared to the basement. Dana lead her through the kitchen where there was another woman on her hands and knees scrubbing the tile floor. As they walked past her she looked up at them, her blond hair was speckled with dirt, it was clear that she had been cleaning for a while because she looked very tired. Her blue eyes showed absolutely no pity for Benson they just reflected the hopelessness of the situation. She was dressed in a French maid outfit, one that Benson had seen hookers wear, or other people on Halloween. She took in a deep breath and let it out slowly when they came into the room just across from the large kitchen. On a leather couch in there laid Monica, her brown hair was pulled up into a high ponytail and she was wearing street clothes. When she saw Dana and Benson she sat up, smiled, and then dismissed the dark haired man that was feeding her grapes as she read her book.

“Ah, Olivia Benson.” Were her first words, “I bet you never thought that you would ever be in this position.” She pulled herself to a sitting position and stretched slightly before getting up and walking over to them. She was rather beautiful, her eyes were green her hair was perfect and her body was well toned, Benson was almost certain she was probably in peak physical condition. The room itself was large it had a leather couch which was diagonal from a fireplace which had a painting of a naked woman just above it. Benson tossed her head to get her bangs out of her face, it was something she did sometimes when she was nervous.

“What do you want from me?” Benson asked as she noticed the carpet warming up her feet, it was definitely better then the slightly wet concrete floor of the basement. Monica smiled and touched Olivia’s face, then ran a finger over her lips and down her chin. Benson didn’t like being touched so she took a step back. Monica didn’t like that very much but she let out an amused little laugh and dismissed Dana with a slight hand gesture.

“I want to make you one of my own…” Monica put her hand on Olivia’s shoulder and pressed down forcing the detective into a kneeling position, “I have a fetish for officers of law enforcement.” She laughed and squatted down next to Benson and put a hand under her chin and lifted her head so they were at eye level.

“You won’t get away with this,” Benson replied in a voice just laced with confidence, “My partner is looking for me as we speak.” Monica smiled and stood up again, she then walked over to the coffee table that was across from the couch, picked up a bell, and rung it. Seconds later the same man who was feeding her the grapes came in and stood at attention.

“Luka,“ She said to the man, “Take Olivia upstairs and get her cleaned and changed and then bring her into my bedroom.” She then waved at him and he grabbed Benson’s arm and pulled her to her feet, he certainly was a strong guy. Without a word he began to pull her out of the room and towards another flight of stairs. The house was decorated with only the finest paintings and art, the floor at the top of the stairs was wooden and the hallway was lined with doors on either side. The man she now knew as Luka stopped her at the second door and opened it before shoving her inside. It was a bathroom, a small one with a white tub, a toilet, and a sink. The floor was white tiles which matched the white paint on the walls, the lights reflected off of everything giving off the feeling that the room was just too bright.

“Look Luka,” Benson started as she backed herself into the nearest wall, “Whatever she wants you to do, you don’t have to do it. You are a grown man, make your own decisions…”

“Sorry,” He spoke in a deep voice, “I happen to like it here that’s why Monica trusts me with the keys.” He pulled a set of keys from his pocket and dangled them in front of her. She knew that one of those keys had to open the shackles around her wrists but he would have to do it for her before she could try anything. He turned her around and unlocked the chains and as soon as he did she turned around and swung on him. He was ready for that, he had done this many times to some very strong woman but he could take her especially because he knew she was hungry and tired. He caught her fist and when she swung at him with her other one he caught that took and then twisted her arm up and around so he was holding it behind her back.

“LET ME GO!”

“Don’t try that again or I’ll have to hurt you.” He spoke again and that’s when she noticed his accent, she didn’t know where it was from exactly but it was thick and just a little bit sexy. She didn’t know if she should believe that he would hurt her or not but at this point she was willing to try reasoning with him before she was going to try fighting again. “Get undressed.”

“What?”

“Either you do it yourself or I’ll do it for you.” He said backing up so he was blocking the only exit to the room. Benson wasn’t the type to bet but if she had to she would bet that she wouldn’t be the first woman he had to undress. Her hands first went up to the collar around her neck but after playing with it for a moment she realized that she didn’t know how to get it off. Luka found that amusing and he let out a laugh which just made her more frustrated. He singled out another key from the ring he was holding and locked the bathroom door, he then moved over to the tub and started to run the water. That’s when Benson saw her opening, she could kick down the door and get the hell out of there before he could even blink. She turned and raised her foot but once again he was anticipating that so he tackled her to the floor causing her to slam her head on the edge of the sink on the way down. She lay there dazed and confused and he loomed over her with a look of disapproval on his face. She groaned in pain and put a hand to her head, it was throbbing too much for her to even think about getting up. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a switchblade and held it in her line of vision. She cried out in surprise and tried to sit up but he shoved her back down on the floor and started to cut off her shirt. She tried to fight him back, she truly did, but she was too slow and he seemed to know every move that she was going to make. After he was done with her shirt he cut her bra and pulled it off, leaving her in just her jeans.

“Stop it.” She managed to get out but it hurt to talk and so she winced. He ignored her once again and pulled off her jeans and panties leaving her one hundred percent naked on the cold tile floor. He went over to the tub and stopped the water from running, then he came over to her and picked her up and put her into the freezing water. She screamed and thrashed around for a moment trying to get out of the frigid liquid but he held her in place. When she was calm enough to curl up and cover her naked form her turned the hot water on and the bath slowly started to heat up.

When he was satisfied that she was clean enough he grabbed her by the collar that was still around her neck and pulled her to her feet. He grabbed a white towel from the hook next to the tub and handed it to her. Her head was still throbbing terribly and she found herself wishing that the blow had knocked her out. He had successfully managed to touch every part of her body when he was going over her with a damp wash rag and she felt thoroughly humiliated by that. She dried off quickly and wrapped the towel around her body and tucked it in at the top so it would stay in place. He didn’t seem to get turned on by the ordeal but it didn’t matter, she didn’t want to be walking around the house naked. He lead her by the arm into a bedroom that was beautifully furnished. There was an oak bed in the center of the room with a white canopy, across from it there was a fire place. In the back corner of the room there was a large oak dresser with many different drawers. Next to it sat a bookshelf that was filled from top to bottom with literature but she couldn’t see what any of the books were about because the room was still dark. In the fireplace a fire was roaring and it made the room seem a little more cozy. Luka walked to the dresser and opened it up, he then pulled out a lacey negligee and matching black panties. He set them down on the bed and walked over to her. After a few minutes of tug of war he got the towel away from Benson and pointed to the outfit on the bed. She didn’t want to put it on but if she didn’t want to be naked that was her only alternative. He then left the room and locked the door twice behind him. She looked at the door for a moment and then to the negligee. She sighed and finally decided to get dressed because it was better then nothing, and just as she was finished there was a small tap on the door and then it opened. Monica was standing there holding a riding crop in her right hand but she was still dressed in her clothes from before.

“Looking good Olivia.” She complemented, Benson just rolled her eyes and sat down on the bed. Monica shook her head slightly and approached her, with out a word she hauled back and slapped the riding crop across Benson’s face and pointed to the floor. Olivia put a hand to her face where it had been slapped but slowly got down onto the floor. Monica smiled, she was obviously pleased with the power she now had over the woman. “You have a choice, you can take your punishment tonight and sleep in the bed or you can take your punishment tomorrow and sleep on the floor.”

“Punishment for what?”

“For trying to fight Luka.” Monica took a seat on the bed and slapped the crop into the palm of her hand a few times making a loud slapping noise as she did. Olivia began to wonder what kind of punishment she was in for, she also wondered if it would be better to take it now or wait. Maybe if she opted to wait Monica would forget about it. On the other hand if she chose to wait then that would give the woman more time to brainstorm about what she wanted to do. “Well what will it be?”

“Tonight.” Was her reply, the temptation of sleeping in that large oak bed with a fire going was too much to pass up. Monica nodded and kept her eye on Benson as she walked over to the dresser. She opened one of the drawers and pulled out handcuffs and a small velvet box. Olivia swallowed hard and saw that the door was slightly ajar. She knew she could make it out of the room quickly but she was tired and weak from hunger. Maybe for the time being it was just better to give into the demands, maybe it was better to see if she could talk her way out of things. “What are you going to do?”

“Pierce something.” Monica said and then a smile crossed over her face. That was all Benson had to hear and seconds later she was out of the door and running down the hall. She heard Monica’s footsteps behind her clamoring to catch up. She made it down the stairs and all the way to the front door before Luka stepped in front of her and grabbed her by the neck. She screamed out for help, in the corner of her eye she could see Dana and the maid watching but they didn’t move to help her. She clawed at Luka’s large, strong hand but it was to no avail. After another moment of struggling she blacked out from loss of air.

When she woke up she was laying on the bed upstairs in the same room. Her hands were chained above her to the headboard but her legs were free. Monica was sitting next to her stroking her hair when she noticed her eyes were opened. Without a word she spread the detective’s legs, which snapped shut just as quickly. Monica growled and slapped her, she then crawled up onto the bed and spread her legs again but this time she sat in between them so they couldn’t close. When Benson tried to kick her she just moved again so her legs were now pinning down Benson’s.

“You know I was just going to pierce a nipple but then you ran.” Monica informed her as she began to slide Benson’s black panties down, “You shouldn’t have ran.” Benson struggled and tried to kick but Monica was strong and good at keeping her legs pinned down to the bed. Soon Monica picked up the small velvet box that she had taken out of the dresser and opened it. From inside she pulled out a needle, a long one, and a small sliver stud.

“Don’t…”

“Sweetie you should have thought about this before you ran.” Monica scolded and then pushed the negligee up. She moved her fingers over the detective’s trembling body for a moment and then skipped to her exposed cunt. She smiled and licked her lips as she prepared the area by exposing the clit gently by rubbing it between her thumb and forefinger.

“DON’T! PLEASE!” Olivia cried and she started to squirm some more, Monica shook her head and brought the needle to Benson’s exposed nub. Benson started to scream wildly, for anyone to help her, and even though she knew it was futile, screaming was almost comforting her. Monica ignored all of the noise her slave was making and in one quick move she slid the needle in through the exposed skin and attached the silver stud. Tears of pain poured down Benson’s face, she had been tugging so hard at the restraints that they were causing her writs to bleed. Monica then got up and walked out, leaving Benson to cry in pain and humiliation. When she returned she was holding a cotton ball that had been treated with alcohol.

“If you thought that hurt…” She laughed manically and applied the alcohol to the fresh wound but she had forgot to pin Benson’s legs again. When the stinging sensation started Benson lifted her leg and kicked Monica in the jaw. Monica fell off the foot of the bed and onto the floor, she laid there for a moment before putting a hand to her jaw. She took in a deep breath and pulled herself to her feet, and she looked absolutely pissed. “If you EVER do something like that again…I’ll break each one of your fingers one by one…LUKA!”

“Yes?” He appeared in the doorway mere seconds after she had screamed his name. Olivia started to shake involuntarily and so she pulled her knees back up to her chest and started to rock. She knew that she had to remain calm,

“You can have her for the rest of the night,” Monica motioned to Olivia, “I‘ve had my fun.” She then walked out of the room humming a happy but unidentifiable tune. Luka then turned his sights on Olivia and sat down on the bed next to her. She glared at him almost as if she was daring him to do something to her. He reached up and touched her face for a moment before sliding it down her neck and over her shoulder, but she kept her knees close to her chest.

“You just want to sleep don’t you?” He whispered to her and she nodded her head, it seemed like every second her new piercing would send a sharp pain up through her body. “Then sleep.” He then got off of the bed and left the room. Olivia watched him go wishing that he would have unchained her before he left but it was clear to Monica that the woman couldn’t be trusted yet. As the door shut she felt her breath catch in her throat and a tear ran down her face. She quickly wiped it off on her arm and took in a deep breath. Elliot would know she was missing, it was only a matter of time before he found her right? Her lower lip started to tremble; did she really want her partner to find her in this state? Did she really want anyone to know what she had been through? She got the feeling that this was just the tip of the iceberg; she knew there would definitely be more to come.

End Part I