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Disclaimer: This story is purely fictional; any similarity with real-life situations/characters is purely co-incidental. Any resemblance to any other works is also purely unintentional. If You have any comments, please email me at slave.lilslut@hotmail.com.
Control Removal
she wasn’t really sure if she was awake or not. she could feel the cold, hard steel against her back, but darkness still pervaded her sight. Were her eyes open? she did not know. The rest of her body felt numb. she tried to move, but found that she was unable to; even her fingers could not wriggle. It took a while to figure out a few things:
First, she was bound at the elbows, knees and ankles, arms behind her, fingers and toes taped together.
Second, she was lying on her back, sight obscured.
Third, her jaws were stretched painfully open by a metal ring, held in place by a strap which went around her head.
she was puzzled. The last time she remembered, she had been walking from the bus stop home, at night. she hadn’t remembered meeting anyone, and the predicament she found herself in was baffling.
He smiled. Of course, his presence was quite unknown to her, seeing how caught up she was in her own thoughts… every little sound she made echoed around the room. Oh yes. The room.
It had been specially designed, soundproofed and sealed of natural light. That hadn’t been too difficult… the room was underground. Right now, if one had been standing there, all one could see was the cage in which her squirming form lay, the spotlight bathing it with piercing light. The cage was designed to contain her, cramp her in. It was too low for her to sit or kneel comfortably, and too narrow for her to lie properly, even on her back. And if one concentrated harder, one may spot His form at the end of the room, engulfed in darkness.
He could hear her breathing increase in speed, as she squirmed and twisted to break free of her bonds. her occasional, strangled cry echoed around the room. He reached out to the table beside him and clicked the red button on a remote control. At once, music flooded her ears….. through the ear pieces embedded in her ears. A twisted, static melody played, in minor key. she froze. After a minute, the melody stopped. For three seconds. Before a loud wail reverberated through her mind. she could not tell if it were animal or human. When it died off, the melody continued.
He caught every detail – the nervous lick of her lips(which her tongue stretched to achieve), the twitching of her muscles….. then came the expected heaving of the chest and sobs. He smiled. All this was necessary in breaking her, of course. she was trapped in her own mind, unaware of her surroundings, with absolutely no distractions whatsoever to free her of the torment the melody inflicted upon her mind. He got up and left.
**
The next time she awoke, He was watching silently in the corner, observing her every move. she was naked in the cage, a collar choking her. At the center of the cage, a metal loop binding an eighteen inch chain to the floor, the other end attached to the collar. The steel floor of the cage served as a good mirror, in which she caught sight of the name written on the collar…… “orifice”. Her jaws were still painfully held open by a three inch metal ring. This gag was different from the previous one, this time held in place by six straps which wound themselves around her head, cruelly, like a cage, partially obscuring her vision, then held in place by a padlock. she was shocked, looking at her reflection in the floor. she didn’t even notice as a strand of saliva dripped onto the cold steel surface.
He decided it was time. To let her know her purpose. He stood up and opened a door behind him. He walked into the room, then shut it. The room had a glass panel which allowed her to look in; there was a couch in the middle of the room, with a wide movie screen opposite the wall with the glass panel. He flicked on the light. Immediately, she spun around, eyes wild. Facing the screen, he ran the tape and settled himself on the couch, ignoring her screams for help.
He was watching a kink film, where a girl had been turned into a slave….. just as she would in the near future. He was aware that she could see everything he was watching. The torment and fear it would inflict upon her. He jerked off as the film ended, hands sticky with cum. He stood up walked to the glass panel. As he had expected, she was looking at him with sheer terror, hand protecting the modesty she so scornfully believed she owned. He looked straight into her eyes, grinning in a Mephistophelian manner. Then He brought His hand to the glass panel, smearing his cum on it to form the word “orifice”. Laughing, he flicked the light off and exited through another door, leaving her sobbing pathetically.
**
It had been three days since her awakening. The floor was smeared with urine and crap, her hair matted, and her body slick with drool. she had been watered by a hamster bottle hanging from the top of the cage, but it had been clumsy, her jaws pried open by the gag. she had realized it was impossible to remove the gag without a key, but that didn’t prevent her from patting the gag, fingering the straps, yearning to relieve the strain in her jaws. He had been watching her through the camera, studying her bodily signals. The way she changed her position to relieve the aches in her body, ceased to hurl questions at the dark around her, cried, or absently fiddled with the collar around her neck, contemplating the new meaning of her existence.
And finally, on that day, He decided she could be ready. He wasn’t sure. But He wanted to test her. He walked into the room, dressed in nothing but a pair of casual jeans, the muscles of His upper torso rippling as He approached her. He could see her tongue twist nervously in her mouth as she backed away, pressing against the cage. He didn’t miss the soft whine of panic which escaped her throat. At least she didn’t cry out. That was a good sign.
He squatted beside the cage, studying her. He noticed the stench which no longer seemed to bother her.
“Hello, orifice.”
Smooth, even, but menacing.
She didn’t answer, but continue to look fearfully up into his hard eyes.
“Don’t be rude, bitch. I said hello.”
Louder, more pronounced, rich.
she flinched at His words. “H-harrroo….” Softly, whimpering, confused. her words were mispronounced, warped by the ring gag.
“Speak up.”
Pause.
“Ha-oh.”
Beneath the layers of grime on her skin, He could see her flush, embarrassed by her incapability of proper speech. He smirked, feeling his cock harden, straining against the denim of his jeans.
“You want that gag out of your mouth, don’t you?”
she nodded.
“Well then….. tell me your name. If you answer right, we can clean you up and take that thing outta your mouth.”
she hesitated. she knew the answer, but she was hesitant. He was a little unsure of her response, which would tell Him if she was ready or not. she looked down at her reflection, at the word on her collar, then back up at Him.
“Oheeheeth”
He hid a smile.
“That took too long, bitch. The speed at which your brain works surprises me. Let’s try that again, shall we? What’s your name?”
Taunting, mocking.
“Oheeheeth”
It was faster this time, but her eyes were unfocused, her voice flat. He decided to settle for that. He got a hose and hosed her down, washing the excrement in the cage out into a drain beside it. Then he squeezed an excessive amount of bath liquid onto her.
“Clean yourself.”
Cold, commanding.
When she was clean, He hosed her down again, until all the lather had been washed off.
“Now we can remove your gag.”
she earnestly pressed the back of her head against the bars of the cage, urging Him to take it off. He took his time, letting the ring gag fall away as he pulled it out of the cage. she exercised her sore jaws, frowning in pain. He silently got up and retrieved a cattleprod. He put it through the bars.
“you didn’t thank Me, bitch.”
He punctuated each word with a zap on her skin, as she flailed in the cage, jerking against the leash to escape Him.
“Thank You!!! Please! Thank You!” she squealed, crying.
He withdrew the cattle prod.
“Let’s make this clear. I am Master. you will address Me with respect and politeness. your name is orifice. From now on, you are not permitted to address yourself with me myself or i. Use the word orifice. I demand your total obedience and immediate compliance. Even if you aren’t, I expect you to seem grateful for anything I do. Understand?”
She nodded.
He reached in and twisted her nipple cruelly, pulling it towards him.
“What do you say, bitch?”
“Th-thank You!”
He pinched it harder.
“Thank You Sir, I- orifice understands, Sir.”
“That’s right.”
He released his fingers, slapping her tit as he pulled his hand out of the cage.
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