Trigger warning!!!
This episode contains topics of....
-Kidnapping
-Degradation
-Discussions of Rape
-Discussions of Death
If these are not your cup of tea feel free to back out now. I do not condone the activities preformed in this story. It's is fantasy and neither it or anything like it should be done. Consent is key but in the world of fantasy we can explore darker events than we can in reality. Stay safe and have a good time.
Part 3
I sleep hard. The events of the day before take a heavy toll on me. It's not an easy feat to carry and load a 250 pound lump of lifeless flesh into the trunk of a car. Then the long stressful drive had taken its due immediately afterwards. Now that we are here though, I firmly believe this will sort itself out. The fall guy for my misdeeds will go down with ease. The girls abusive husband had had many run ins with the law. She, herself had called them numerous times as he had tried to end her life in a drunken rage. The entire town would suspect him and, even without a body, so would the police.
I push myself out of bed and walk out into the large kitchen for coffee. The automatic pot already has it made and ready so I fill the mug, grab a bottle of water from the fridge and make my way up the elevator to the top floor.
I make my way into the observation room and find the set of screens that shows coverage of the entry chamber. I see her nestled tightly in the corner passed out asleep in the dim light. I take a few minutes to sip my coffee and watch her breathe before flipping on the bright lights and pushing the intercom button.
"Good morning, slave. I see that you have chosen life. That was a very good choice and has made your Master very pleased. As a reward I have brought you something." The girl jumps hard swinging her head around looking for the source of the voice that seems to come from everywhere at once. I smile as I watch her frightened little body quiver. "It's the last of this you will see for a long while so I would enjoy it if I were you." I place the bottle of water into the vacume tube and watch as it drops through the hole in the ceiling onto the floor in front of her.
There is barely a pause as her body recognizes the water and dives for it. She spins the cap and begins drinking fast before stopping suddenly and looking horrified at the bottle.
"It's not drugged or poisoned," I say through the speakers. "It's just water. Your compliance will be rewarded here and your disobedience will be punished as is proper when training a slave."
"I'm not a slave," She says in an exasperated tone. "I want you to take me home. I don't know what kind of sick game this is but I'm not playing. Take me home now or I'll..."
"You'll what exactly slave? Call the police? You don't have a phone. Fight me? You can't even get to me. You are helpless and no one is looking for you. They all think your dead and to be honest you are. The old you is dead and in your place I will build a slave. I will build something worthy of the air it breathes. And the harder you fight it the more painful that process will be."
She sits in stunned silence for a long moment as the tough exterior she spent all night building crumbles around her. "Please," she whispers. "Just take me home. I'll give you whatever you want just take me home." Tears begin to swell in her eyes once again. "Do you want money? That's what this is right? A ransom? I don't have much but I can give you everything I have. Please..."
"Well you're half right, slave. You will give me whatever I want. But what I want is not your money and I will not be taking you home. What I want in order is your body, your mind, your soul and then and only then your heart and I will have every one of them. Now that's enough fussing. This is your very first order little slave, so I'll take it easy on you. I will tell you the reward and punishment of this particular order. I know you are hungry. You haven't eaten since the night before last. You will receive food as a reward for your compliance and it will be withheld from you until you choose to comply. Do you understand?"
Her hand moves to her belly where I'm sure the hunger pains have set in hard at the mention of food. Her face turns and twists as she trys to process the words I'm saying. "You are saying if I don't do what you ask then you won't feed me...." She says in barely more than a whisper.
"Oh good. You are smarter than you look. That will be very useful later when things get more complex." I watch the flash of anger go across her face as her intelligence is questioned. "Now here is your command. Remove all of your clothing and put these on behind your back," I stick a pair of metal cuffs in the vacuum tube and they almost hit her head as they come through. "And I will see how tight they are, there are cameras in every direction from you."
"You just want to see me naked? And if I fulfill you sick little fantasy you will feed me? Is this a fucking joke?" She says getting a little braver thinking she knows what this is all about now.
"I've already seen every inch of you naked. You're not very safe about where you post you nudes. If all I wanted was to see you naked or fuck you that I'm very sure that you would have happily undressed for me just like all the other people you fucked behind your husband's back. No I'm not here to fuck you. I'm here to own you. I'm here to make you have such a desperation to please your captor that you would gladly kill yourself for even thinking of not obeying." I watch as my words sink into her. I watch the confusion, the fear, the anxiety, swell to the point of bursting as I tell her things no one was supposed to know. If her husband had ever found out she would have been dead within the hour and I know it as well as she does. She WAS very careful. I would never have found her if she hadn't come to me but unknowingly she did.
She lowers her head staring at the ground. Her body begins to shake again. "This is it, isn't it?" She says seeming to rack her brain for information that she just can't find.
"This is what, little slave?"
"This is The Company."
