The following story is only fiction. None of the characters or situations are based on actual persons or events. Any similarity between these and real individuals or events is unintentional. Some of the subject matter may be triggering for survivors of sexual assault. Sensitive subject matter includes rape, torture, humiliation, psychological trauma, forced impregnation and body modification/transformation. Reader assumes any liability beyond this warning.
Chapter 2: Introductions
It won’t be much longer now. I can feel them closing in on me. It’s only a matter of time before the cold steel I used to shackle my prey is closed around my own wrists and I’m put in my own cage to rot. Until then at least maybe I can finish my story.
I’ll admit that I had no idea how long the anesthesia would last as I had no way to know exactly how much they had breathed into their lungs. Until they regained consciousness I was on edge constantly wondering if perhaps in my eagerness I had administered a lethal dosage and that it would be over before it began. I must have checked their vitals every 15 minutes for the next 6 hours. It seemed like an eternity.
I must have drifted off to sleep while sitting in the corner watching for any signs of life. I remember being awoken by soft moans. Not the moans of pleasure or agony, but the kind of sounds one makes when they wake up hung over after a night of heavy drinking. It was still dark in the early morning hours but the light from the video monitors illuminated the slight movement of Ashley’s legs. She wasn’t fully awake yet but I knew she would be very soon. I stood and walked to the desk to look at the monitors. Inside the box were two night vision cameras, both pointed in the faces of my subjects. I looked at Bianca’s face. It was lifeless except for the trail of saliva pooling beneath her chin. On the other monitor I could see Ashley’s face twisting and grimacing but still not aware of her surroundings. I knew the time of quiet was quickly evaporating and I was so excited at the thought of everything that was about to take place that I almost forgot that they would not be as enthusiastic.
Suddenly I heard a small, frightened voice pleading the word “Bianca?”
Everything was so new to me at the time and I hadn’t realized the gravity of what I had done until that very moment.
That one terrified word.
When I think back to that moment I still get chills and the feeling of dread washes over me. In that bubble of time I almost gave in to the pleas of my humanity. I was so close to ending it all and letting them go and begging God, Jesus, Allah, Buddha…hell, begging anyone and anything who might listen for his/her/it’s forgiveness and mercy.
But, as it happened, my logical mind regained control and purpose was returned to me. I said nothing to her.
It wasn’t time to speak to her.
The time was approaching, but not yet. I needed them both to be fully conscious and aware of their predicament before I made my presence known in any way. I needed them to understand that there was absolutely nothing they could do to escape on their own. I needed all the panic, horror and desperation to wash over them completely until nothing was left but hard realization. I needed them to be so willing to bargain for their lives that they would listen carefully and hear everything that I had to say without interruption or interjection. I needed them to be so physically and mentally exhausted from the barrage of intense human emotion that their minds would accept anything I had to say as complete truth.
Then it would be time. Then I would tell them both everything they could expect for the rest of their lives; how their old life was over and gone forever. I would explain to them that they were now my property. Not because they had done anything to deserve it. Not because it was their fate or simply bad luck. No. Their new lives were the direct result of MY careful planning. I would then tell them my intentions; that I would destroy their minds and create something the world had never seen before from the remnants. But not yet.
I’ve never been a patient man so over the next few days I found myself exercising more self control than I had ever imagined possible. Bianca woke up a few minutes after her in the same hung over state of mind. A few minutes later she consciously responded to her friend’s cries. The inside of the box was lightly insulated against sound so it was very difficult to hear anything softer than a loud whisper coming from outside the box. However, the cameras were equipped with microphones and I was able to listen to every word spoken from within.
Consequently, the entire ordeal was digitally recorded. I have terabytes upon terabytes of audio and video data stored on several hard drives and if I wanted to I could play those first few moments back and relive them over and over but there is no time for that now. I suppose they’ll find all the evidence they’ll ever need on those drives; the proverbial nail in my coffin so to speak.
I don’t remember their first words to each other but I can remember that their words soon turned into cries, that turned into angry yells, that turned into horrific screams, then back to cries and words and so on. The cycle went on for days until finally silence once again filled the air. An occasional whimper let me know they were still breathing. It had been 4 days, 10 hours and 23 minutes since I began recording. In that time they had not eaten nor had they anything to drink. They were kept hydrated through their IV’s unbeknownst to either of them. But I knew I would have to feed them very soon. However, I had to make my presence known and intentions clarified before their first meal.
They had been on their hands and knees constantly with no way to adjust their weight since I had secured them. I had slowly lowered the harness that had been supporting them a full 4 inches just after they regained consciousness. Anytime either of them would nod off they were brought back instantly from the pain in their necks as their own weight pulled at them. They were now both mentally and physically exhausted and starving for sustenance.
The time for introduction had finally arrived.
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Catalogue Entry 1
Monday, February 13, 2006
Subject: Bianca “Henderson”
Sex: Female
Race Distinction: Black/African decent
Age: 37
Height: 5'4"
Weight: 123 lbs
Bust: 36B
Waist: 28
Hips: 36
Eyes: Dark Brown
Hair: Dark Brown
Distinguishing marks: Tattoo on right shoulder blade of lettering “Love & Surrender”, tattoo on left ankle of sunflower, septum piercing (removed)
Subject: Ashley “Marshall”
Sex: Female
Race Distinction: Black/African decent
Age: 35
Height: 5'2"
Weight: 108 lbs
Bust: 32A
Waist: 22
Hips: 34
Eyes: Light Brown
Hair: Light Brown
Distinguishing marks: Scar on left thigh above knee, approx 2 inches.
These were their very first catalogue entries. I spent the first few minutes of their enslavement taking measurements and memorizing all the small blemishes and nuances of their bodies. You see, I had to document everything. I’m not a man of science and I know little to nothing about medicine but I had the strangest desire to record every detail throughout their transformation. There was no logical methodology in the way I recorded the information and it jumps around rather randomly from this day to that. But I can say that some of the most interesting things happened during those first few weeks.
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“Would you like something to eat?”
I had thought long and hard about what my first words to them would be and as I nervously grasped the microphone I can tell you these words were never considered until that very moment. There wasn’t even anything at all powerful, god-like or sinister in the way I asked. In fact if you didn’t know any better you would have thought I was asking a friendly houseguest if they were hungry.
There was no reply. I glanced at the monitors and saw that they were both wide awake and looking around their box frantically for the source of the mysterious and unfamiliar voice. I don’t think I saw fear in their faces at that moment. As I recall, it appeared more closely related to hope.
I repeated my question.
“He..hello?” came the tiny voice over the monitor.
I couldn’t quite place the emotion behind the voice. Maybe anxious curiosity with a dash of wariness.
“Hello Bianca. Would you like something for you and your friend to eat?”
I spoke louder and emphasized the word hello, but otherwise maintained a neutral tone.
“Wh..who are y..you? Wh..what is ha..happening? Wh…wha..“
Her voice picked up and changed gears. It was almost panic.
“Bianca.” I interrupted. “I’d be happy to tell you everything when you are ready but right now I’ve asked you a specific question and I require a specific yes or no answer. Do you understand? Or shall I give you another few days to think it over? You may make it a few more days feeding off the fat stored in your tiny tits but your friend, Ashley, is a scrawny little runt and I doubt she can go much longer. So will you answer my question without any further back talk or should I come back later?”
There was a moment of silence. I looked at her face on the screen. I could tell she was fighting exhaustion and trying very hard to weigh the gravity of giving me the incorrect answer. I honestly thought in that moment she would fuck it up for both herself and Ashley but apparently there was still enough logic left in her weakened state of mind to muster what I wanted to hear.
“Y..yes..I m..mean n..no..I mean..y..yes..p..please..may we have s..some f..food?”
She managed to keep an even tone throughout the stuttering mess so I decided to cut her a break. To be honest I needed them both to eat. I was just getting started and I wanted to see this completely through to whatever end awaited.
“Good girl” I replied. “I’ll be back later with something for you to eat.”
I watched the monitor the entire time waiting for her to reply. I could see in her face that she wanted to but she was too afraid of making me angry. I knew, however, that once her belly was full she would once again be emboldened. On the other screen her friend was crying silently; her eyes flickering wildly. She did not appear to be doing well at all.
I took a moment to look at the condition around the outside of the box. The smell was beginning to become bothersome, but now that I had announced myself it wouldn’t be too much longer before I could hose off the floor and wash the piss and shit down the drains. Looking back to the monitor I could see that the inside of the box could use a little freshening up as well. It was important to maintain sanitary conditions to ensure that both my subjects would remain in relative good physical health.
Going into this I had made very careful plans of how to abduct, house and observe my captives but I had given very little thought as to specific care for them. It began to occur to me that perhaps I should watch a few documentaries on caring for immobile and comatose patients and possibly some videos about physical therapy techniques. I made a mental note to google it later as I walked up the staircase.
Tomorrow was going to be a very, very good day. This would be the first day of training.
To be continued.
