“I said stop it. I’m not going to hurt you.” I sighed in frustration at her trying to run away from me as far as she could, despite her body being trapped in that bed.
“Mmmmm Mmmm Mmmm,” she kept screaming. The monitor went off again, agitating me even more. At first, I stepped up to her bed with rage bubbling up to the tips of my fingers. I wanted to hurt her, but then a tear slid from her eyes and trailed down her cheek. My memory kept switching betweenher face then and her face that night in the park. A heat rose in my body. I studied her every feature and was so hungry for her.
It had been impossible to draw my empathy until she radiated so much panic, and cried enough tears to take me right back to the night in the park. She might not have been looking up at me while sucking my dick in the hospital room, but it was the same pleading, helpless, and desperate expression. She looked nothing like the girl I’d found in the dorm room, the cold psycho bitch I’d been craving for a year. I sighed when the understanding finally settled itself in my mind. This time, she’d lost all control and would never regain it ever again in this lifetime. It was a death, so I couldn’t blame her for needing to grieve the life she’d lost. All her dreams… they were all gone.
In the hospital room and in her cell, I tried to calm her, to make her feel safe, to fool her into thinking I could somehow protect or save her. As soon as she showed me she was no longer on the brink of having a psychotic break, that she could handle her new situation, I revealed the truth to her. This time, I had no choice but to be her worst nightmare.
All afternoon and night after I left her cell, I went through the files of the slaves who had been killed, looking up the dates and through the videos of their cells. The feed never showed anything. The last recorded code on the keypads were their trainers’ codes, nothing unusual. No one could convince me that anyone but one or even a few of them were the killers. We always required everyone’s DNA, but I decided it was time to get fresh samples with supervision. Or maybe I could collect it myself.
Me:Is there a way you can make it so that no other code will be accepted by my slave’s keypad than mine?
Ben:I’ll look into it.
Me:I don’t know what else to do other than either put a guard by her door or stay in her room all day and night for the next year.
Ben:I’ll have an answer for you by tomorrow. Someone is obviously overriding all security codes to do this.
Me:Maybe it’s coming from above. Can you check your men’s emails?
Ben:On it.
I knew Ben was not compromised because everything that went to all his accounts and all his computers also went to mine. It had been something I’d set up long before he’d joined the team. So, when I finished texting him, I called the medical unit.
“Yes sir?” Manolo asked.
“Connect me to Dr. Avery.”
He had me on hold forever of course, fucking bastard.
“Good afternoon, Sir. Anything I can help you with today?”
“Have you received the DNA results on the murdered slave I requested?”
“No. Unfortunately we are backed up here with a science project Master Francoise ordered.” The way he said, “science project” told me he thought it ridiculous. Francoise was known for believing a lot of pseudoscience stuff. I sighed.
“Please let me know the minute you get it.”
“Of course, Sir.”
I hung up.
It had taken me the whole afternoon to get done the work I usually did in five hours because that had been the very morning I’d ever fucked her. I sighed, relieved I was finally finished for the day and leaned the leather chair back then turned it so that I could look out the big window behind me in the forest. She slipped into my mind as easily as my cock slipped into her taut pussy. She was practically a virgin, hadn’t cheated on me at all since that night in the park.
MINE… The word sprung from my subconscious loudly, but I corrected myself,No. Not mine. She’s a slave who will soon be purchased.
God, the way she sobbed and screamed, the way her body trembled through the whole first fucking session. I was her one thread to sanity and shredded it. If any of the overlords had a clue how good and delicious of a victim, how much of a greedy little whore she was… My laughter filled the room at the memory of her trying to come while getting raped. What the fuck? I had to teach her that’s not how this was going to work. Yes… there was no questioning it, they’d rip her out of my hands right away.
I’d left her crying on the floor, completely degraded. She’d needed it. That defiant sparkle in her eye needed to go. If I returned to her cell, would she still be lying on the floor still desperately crying for my empathy, for my gentleness? I resisted peeking into her camera. Once again, I had to shake my head at my state and pull myself out of my daydreams and memory. I sighed when I looked at the time. It was already eight p.m. Instead of going to her room as every cell in my body begged me to do, I worked out for two hours, first the weights then the ten mile run on the treadmill.
After, exhausted out of my mind with every muscle on my body sore, I retired to my apartment, took a shower and laid down to sleep. Only, instead of sleeping, I tossed and turned, craving more of her. Hoping to remedy that, I jerked off. Half an hour later I was awake again, craving her.
This is lunacy. What the fuck?I sucked my teeth, changed into some sweatpants and walked down to her cell.
The fucking bitch had won.
I was breaking my protocol for her. The door slid open and then closed immediately after I walked in. She was folded into a ball with the side of her body against the wall, only looking at me from the corner of her eye, briefly. Her loud breathing trembled.I turned the light on and went to the cabinets in the dark corner of the room where the toys were stored, then grabbed vibrators and dildos of different sizes. She needed to be less sensitive before I could start training her to resist having an orgasm.
The bitch is too greedy.The thought did something to me. I was feral, starving for her. An excruciating need to fuck her into unconsciousness invaded all of me. I was no longer myself. She was no longer safe with me at all. There was a savage violence running through my veins that I wasn’t sure I could control. I needed to dominate every cell in this girl’s body.
