Trigger warning!!!
This episode contains topics of...
-Kidnapping
-Discussions of drug use and subsequent death
-Discussions of abuse
If these are not your cup of tea feel free to back out now. I do not condone the activities performed in this story. It's is fantasy and neither it nor 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 4
Flashback 1 year
"It's not real." She says with a giggle. "It's just a fun little website where you fill out this test and they give you a certificate of ownership. You could stop telling them fake ass Doms you have a Dom and instead show them you belong to this group. All it requires is a test and a couple of clothed pics for your certificate. Look there's even a place for you to list your social media so you can use it as a kinky little business card."
Jenny giggles back. "And you're sure it's not real?" She says, looking through the website.
"Of course not. How could it even be? Besides, I've had my membership card for 2 years and nothing's happened to me. And we both know that I'd be the one they'd take. So you're super safe."
Jenny ignored her friend's backhanded compliment like she always does. She knows she doesn't mean anything by it. It's just her nature to be a little mean sometimes. Besides she's right. Who would choose her over the perfect bodied, beautifully submissive May? This girl had "slave" tattooed on her pussy simply because her Master had liked the idea. She was perfectly safe.
She clicked the button to start the test. It started very basic. Age, weight, height, eye, and hair color, but soon the questions started to make her have to think harder and harder. The conversations around her started to blur as more and more of her attention was pulled into the test. The question that stuck out the most was one of the simplest questions she had ever answered. Its simplicity gave her a start. She had answered it but barely even thought about it until several questions later.
Would you leave your entire life willingly to live the kink fantasy of your dreams?
Of course, she would. To be a kept slave girl? To never have to worry ever again about anything but pleasing a Master or Mistress. She'd go in a heartbeat. It's not even like she'd be leaving much behind with her as the only child of a set of druggie parents that had ODed together when she was a senior in high school. She had no family. Only Greg. She had started dating him just before her parents died, and since he had his own place, being a year older than her, she had just moved in. That's when the abuse had started...
She pushed the thoughts from her mind. 'It's just a silly test. Stop overthinking it.' She scolded herself. She finished it quickly, got her certificate, put on her happy face, and showed it to May.
"There," she giggled handing her the certificate she had printed "are you happy?"
Of course, she wasn't. She had a thousand more things she wanted to do and she always wanted to do them all right now. And so with this task completed, they were off on the next of May's stupid ideas.
Present
And now here she found herself. Slumped on a concrete floor asking a question she already knew the answer to...
"This is it isn't it?" She says playing that whole scene out in her mind.
"This is what, little slave?"
"This is The Company."
I pick up a copy of her certificate and slide it into the vacuum tube. I watch as floats down to land in front of her face up on the floor. Where I had expected an explosion I was instead met with a heavy sigh that almost sounded like relief.
"So it is real then," she says rather matter-of-factly. She looks up at the hole in the ceiling as if it will tell her something. "You know everyone thinks your a myth. That it's a game. That it can't be real.
I sit quietly watching choosing not to respond. Of course, I know that. There would never be a single application if they knew they might be selected for kidnapping. And even the ones who actually would be stupid enough to reply would not be anyone I would want to accept.
I watch her stand fully upright. Her expression pained like the words she was trying to make her mouth say physically hurt her.
"Sometimes though," she says as she pulls the soiled shirt over her head. "Late at night, especially after a round of Gary's 'love and correction' I would dream that it was real." Her hand moves to the button of her pants under her bare belly and pops it before sliding them down over her hips. "Do you know what happened yesterday morning?" She pulls off her shoes, socks, and pants and deposits them on her shirt. "I think you do and I think that's why I'm here." Her hands fumble the hooks on her bra. Releasing them from its hold.
I did know. I had been watching it happen. He had found everything. He had told her to come home early from work so they could talk about what he had found. I had had to act quickly to get her before she went inside. He was going to kill her. I knew that and she did too. She had accepted her death, but I had had better plans
"I don't know why you took me. I don't know why I'm not dead." Her thumbs hooked into the sides of her panties "but what I do know is that I have nowhere to go that doesn't end in me dying." She pulls them down and off and stares. "So if my death will bring joy to someone rather than only pain and anger then who is a slave to refuse such an offer." She picks up the cuffs and snaps the first side tightly on her wrist. Then moves her hands behind her back and clamps the other side down too.
My heart thumps rapidly as she kneels neatly on the floor in front of the door and silently awaits the promised reward.
