Jessica had come to Hollywood two years earlier, hoping to become a star.  In a way, she had.  Billed as Jessie Jane, she’d quickly risen to the top of her specialty. Some specialty, she’d often thought.  Because of her looks, and her air of innocence, she soon found herself cast as the helpless victim in a series of low budget films.  Ineptly tied, it had taken all of her acting ability to appear to struggle helplessly for the camera.  At first, it had seemed a challenge.  Now it was just boring.

Lisa sighed as she rinsed yet another dish.  When would she ever learn? she asked herself.  With three failures to her credit, you’d think she’d have given up.  But no, here she was for number four. Some time back, Lisa had taken a long look at herself.  Her desire to please others, the warm feeling she got when she knew she’d made someone happy.  These things, and others, had convinced her, after some judicious web surfing, that she was submissive.  With that in mind, she’d set out to find herself a Master.  After all, what good is a sub without a Master to serve?

The wagon creaked and jolted along the rutted road. Inside, the girl known as Ladyheart lay, with only a rough blanket to cover her nudity. Tossed about by the lurch­ing of the wagon, her wrists and ankles aching from the tightness of the ropes holding her helpless, she could only moan softly through her gag and try to comprehend the events that had brought her here. Awakening to the sound of battle, she had emerged from her bed, only to be seized from behind. Before she could overcome her surprise enough to resist, she’d found herself bound hand and foot. A wad of cloth was stuffed into her mouth, more cloth circling her face to hold the gag in, muffling her cries. Brawny arms had appeared, and she’d found herself lifted, carried through the house, and tossed into this wagon. A rough blanket had been dropped over her, and then had begun this jolting, jostling ride of fear and helplessness.