Executive Flesh

By Ember Wolfdreams

Act I

Evening fell cool and crisp. Although Christmas had already come and gone, there was only a light dusting of snow on the ground and there was no hint of the bitter chill that should be in the air this time of year. A full moon hung high in the sky, illuminating the street with unnaturally bright silver light.

As Steven leaves his office it seems like any other Friday night. He locks his door, heads to the elevator, pulls his coat and gloves on as he walks. He waves at the reception desk and flirts with the new lady security guard on his way out the door. As he turns the corner towards the parking lot he's thinking about what he's going to have for dinner, which club he'll go to tonight, which friends he'll go with, what sort of girl he'll hook up with while he's there, how phenomenal the sex will be later on. He has no idea that life as he knows it is about to end.

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The van creeps slowly around the side of the building, coming from the opposite direction to avoid being seen by anyone still leaving the office. It's a big greyish thing, battered and old. There are no windows beyond the cab except for those required to see behind the vehicle while driving. Inside, there is the blue-gray haze and acrid smell of cigarette smoke. The men inside tell jokes and snicker at their mark. Even if they hadn't done all of the research that the Lady asked, they'd still know he wasn't local. He was from down south somewhere. Texas. Arkansas. Louisiana. Wherever. It didn't matter. Everything south of Colorado was inbreeder land to them. It was pathetic the way he danced from foot to foot at the street crossing, puffing and rubbing his hands together.

"You'd think it was fuckin' forty below!" one of them laughed as he lit another cigarette.

The boys had done their homework, though. They had been working on this project for months. The Lady was very specific in her tastes and would not be happy if they screwed this up for her. They knew that he only spent a couple of weeks in town every few months for business, so the grab had to be tonight. They knew that he had announced a much-needed vacation only days before. They also knew that he was single and that he had no other close family, him being an only child and his parents tragically passing away only months apart several years ago. They knew that nobody would be looking for him if he disappeared because he had left instructions not to contact him while he was away. And, most importantly, they knew that he was exactly what the Lady wanted, the wet dream she had described in complete detail when she had called on them.

All chatter in the van stops now as the men turn into the far end of the parking lot. Cigarettes are hastily extinguished and the radio is silenced. There is the soft sound of seatbelts being unfastened, doors being unlocked, and equipment being readied. The van is slowly closing the gap between them and the mark. They're waiting for just the right moment to act, that precious few seconds when the mark becomes vulnerable. And then, there it is, like magic. That fatal moment of juggling briefcase, car keys and ringing cel phone. An instant of fumbling and it is all done.

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There is the loud screeching of tires on concrete as Steven tries to answer his phone. He looks up and sees the headlights of the van racing towards him, bearing down like some medieval monster. An instant later it's sliding to a halt beside him and the door is slamming open. Men are jumping out, racing towards him. There is the impression of black clothing, ski masks, and weapons in hand. He drops the keys, the phone, his papers. He tries to run, but they're already grabbing hold of his coat and dragging him back towards the van. He tries to fight, feels his fist connect solidly with flesh, and then all goes black.

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The loud slam of the van door being pulled shut heralds the return of consciousness. There is a loud ringing in Steven's ears and the side of his head is throbbing with pain. He carefully tries to move, to find out how badly he's hurt, and realizes that his arms have been pulled up over his head and somehow bound there.

As he looks up he sees the shadowy form of one of the kidnappers standing in front of him gesturing at his face. He realizes after a moment that there is a ball of rags in the man's hand. The kidnapper is saying something then and holding the rags out towards Steven's face, but Steven still can't hear over the ringing in his own head. He opens his mouth to speak, to tell them that he doesn't understand, but the kidnapper quickly shoves the rags into his mouth before he can make a sound. The kidnapper then steps away for a moment only to return with a roll of duct tape. Steven's eyes widen in fear as the kidnapper pulls the tape over his mouth and wraps it tightly around his face and the back of his head.

As the kidnapper steps away again Steven sighs with relief, somehow hoping that the worst is over. The dry fabric packing his mouth and the tape pulling at his skin and hair is uncomfortable, but bearable. He'll make it through this, he's sure of it. He has to believe that.

A shadow falls over Steven's face and he looks up to see another of the kidnappers (or perhaps the same one... he's unsure in the dark interior of the van) standing over him. This time the kidnapper is holding a long strip of black cloth. This is quickly placed over his eyes and tied tightly, leaving him in total blackness, followed by something else. A softness pressing against each of his ears.

As music begins to flood into his thoughts, Steven finds himself thinking that maybe he won't be alright after all...

Act II

It seems forever before Steven feels the inevitable rumble of the engine starting and the sensation of moving forward. He takes a deep breath and fights to concentrate over the blaring heavy metal and the fear. He has to remember where they go, to feel the turns and try to figure out where they are. And where they're going. He needs to escape.

But time passes slowly. Each moment is an eternity, and the songs seem to go on for days. For a moment he is thankful for the blindfold, thankful that the kidnappers can't see the fear and frustration in his eyes as he comes to the sudden realization that he is hopelessly lost in a maze of invisible streets. There have been too many twists and turns; the van has covered too much distance. There is no way he could find his way back now.

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The kidnappers follow the Lady's instructions to the letter, driving aimlessly for hours with the radio cranked up loud. They detour down crowded streets so they can gawk at the girls in their weekend club clothes, through dark back alleys where only the rats notice their passing, and over deserted dirt roads with the silver moon shining bright overhead. They hit the interstate just so they can push the old van up to 90 and scream out the open front windows before taking the twisting mousetrap exit to get off. They find deserted parking lots to wind their way through and residential neighborhoods so quiet they have to turn the music off completely to avoid notice. It didn't matter where they went, just so long as they kept moving.

They took turns checking on the mark, occasionally turning the tape in the Walkman over or adjusting the headphones on his ears. The green lights on the van's radio clearly read 1 AM. Only another hour or so to kill before they were to deliver him to the Lady.

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The van begins to slow and there is the distant vibration of the van door sliding open and the kidnappers getting out. Steven tenses. He isn't sure whether he is more glad that the ride might be over or terrified of what could happen to him next. He feels his arms being lowered from over his head and winces at the stinging pins and needles sensation as his circulation returns to normal. A moment later, strong hands have hold of his shoulders, dragging him to his feet, forcing him out of the van. Finally, the headphones are roughly jerked from his ears, and Steven finds the silence to be far more deafening and ominous than the music had been at it's worst.

There is the soft sound of gravel crunching under his feet as he is forced forward. The kidnappers do not speak, and this silence also serves to make Steven's pulse race. Suddenly, they are stopping and there is the sound of a heavy metal door being opened. Then he is forced forward again. There is a faint echo of their feet on the floor. Tile, maybe? Or concrete? What sort of hell had they brought him to?

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The kidnappers stood silently in the hall, waiting for the Lady's men to arrive. They glanced sidelong at their mark, almost shivering in his bonds, and marveled that he had retained so much self control. Most that they had brought here had long since broken down, sobbing behind the blindfold, begging to be released before the gag was securely in place, offering money or power or anything else they would ask if only they could be set free again. But this one was different. He had chosen not to cower or flee but to fight back. It was almost a shame to turn him over to the Lady.

Almost.

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Steven stands in the cold silence, his heart thundering in his ears, and wonders why his kidnappers are just waiting here like this. Shouldn't they be taking him somewhere? Or doing something to him? What the hell was going on here? Then, faintly, he can hear the sound of distant footfalls coming closer. He hears the kidnappers shifting their feet around him.

It seems as if an eternity before the newcomers arrive, but to Steven even that is far too soon. There is the soft rustle of paper being handed over and then new hands firmly take hold of Steven's coat and shoulders. A voice hisses in his ear "Don't even think of fighting us, boy, cuz you're gonna lose." Then he is forced forward again. Behind him he can hear the kidnappers walking away, and a moment later, the door slamming shut behind them. It echoes and in the hall like a warning of imminent doom.

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As Steven walks with his new captors he becomes aware of the floor gently sloping downward and of the air becoming slightly cool and damp smelling. His mind races as he tries to determine where he may have been taken, but to no avail. This place doesn't fit any of the places he conjures up in memory, and the hours spent in the van had done their job well. It could be two blocks or two hundred miles from his office.

After a time the floor begins to level out and Steven is forced around a sharp corner. There is the sound of a door being closed behind them and a soft breeze of warm air from an overhead vent. There is only a moment to ponder his new surroundings before Steven's new captors go to work. His hands are held out in front of him and there is the sound of tape being sliced through with a knife. Then his coat is roughly removed and his arms pulled out away from his sides. With the soft click of a metal padlock his wrists are secured in what feels like heavy shackles and held there. Next, his ankles are pushed apart and something is locked between them, preventing him from closing his legs. A moment later all activity has ceased. There is the sound of the door again, and then silence.

As Steven waits in the darkness and is finally able to ponder what has become of him, he has a disturbing thought that chills him to the bone, causing him to shiver even in the warm room. These people - the kidnappers and these new captors - seem to know exactly what they're doing. How to grab him off the street, silence and bind him in the van, drive him about until he is completely lost, and then transfer him to another location and set of captors. They have obviously done this before. And since he had never seen anything about a kidnapping ring or disappearing persons on the news, they were obviously very good at what they did.

Act III

Steven stands in the silent room for what feels like an eternity. It could be minutes or it could be hours. He has by now lost all sense of time.

He holds his breath and strains his ears in hopes of hearing.... something. After the long march down he feels as if he's been locked away in a tomb. But there is nothing. Not the echo of distant footsteps or the sound of voices in the hallways. Just the sound of his breathing over the gag and the pounding of his heart in his ears.

And then.... something changed. Steven slowly realized that he was not alone in the room. He wasn't sure how, but he knew that he was being watched. He could feel eyes on him almost like a physical touch. He imagined that if he just listened closely enough, if he could just calm his beating heart, he could hear another person's breathing.

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The Lady sat quietly in the large dungeon watching her new toy, waiting. And then, there it was. The signal she had been waiting for. The quickened breathing. The increased tension in his posture. All signs that he finally knew that he wasn't alone after all. Now it was time to begin.

She carefully got to her feat, hearing the soft jingle of handcuffs at her belt, and slowly began crossing the room. She loved the way the boy's head jerked at the sound of metal chiming against metal. The way he turned his face this way and that trying to locate her by sound was simply delicious.

She smiled as she got closer. This boy was exactly what she had ordered. He was tall with dark hair and fine, almost feminine features. He had a naturally pale complexion accentuated by long hours under fluorescent office lights. He was probably as much a slave to that job as he would soon become to his new owner on Nakrad. Only his new owners would extract what they wanted of him using much more effective tools than money or profit sharing or vacation time.

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Steven's breathing quickened. He could hear the soft sound of them moving closer ... whoever they were. His heart was thundering in his ears and threatening to hammer it's way out of his chest. They were circling him, eyeing him from every angle like a predatory animal. And although he could not flee, he instinctively knew that they were stalking him. And then, suddenly, they were there, standing right in front of him. He could feel warm breath on his face, the warmth of another body, and those eyes measuring and appraising him.

There was a soft tapping on the floor, the sound of something being dropped and then cool air against his skin. Then a second tapping, and more air to tease his flesh. And he realized the sound was that of buttons falling to the floor as they were cut from his shirt. Once again, time stretched and distorted in Steven's mind, and he was lost in the sound of buttons dropping to the floor as more and more of his skin was exposed until only the very top button was left.

A moment later, Steven felt hands tugging at his shirt, pulling it out of his waste-band and pushing it open to expose his naked chest. He shivered as hands lightly traced over his naked skin, teasing with long nails. "Not bad boy. You stay in pretty good shape for an office rat." A female voice said from the darkness. Then the fingers, which had been seductively teasing his flesh a moment before, seized his nipples, pinching, pulling, twisting until Steven was whimpering behind the gag. And then, just as quickly as it began, it was over.

Long seconds passed as Steven sucked breath through his nose. He longed to pull his arms in close to his body, to curl into a ball and protect his throbbing chest. "Awww. Poor baby. So weak." the voice came again. "Let's see what else you've got for me to play with..." Then her hands were tugging at his belt, unfastening it with quickness that bespoke long practice. Then she was opening his pants and easing them down over his hips, dropping them in an awkward heap around his spread ankles.

Steven tenses as he hears her start circling him again, inspecting his body from every angle. He can't escape the feeling that he is being weighed and judged. What would happen if she somehow found him wanting? And what if he passed her inspection? Which fate would be worse?

And then her hands are on him again, rubbing and squeezing his ass, sliding around his waist and up over his naked chest again then down toward his spread thighs and vulnerable cock, feeling him becoming erect under the thin fabric of his underwear. "You like that, boy? Not for long...." Then her hands slide down, roughly gripping his balls, pulling downward and squeezing until another pained whimper finds it's way from behind the gag.

And then she is gone again, leaving Steven trembling and alone. He feels his knees shaking and for the first time feels grateful for the cuffs holding his arms aloft. Without them, he would no doubt be a crumpled mess on the floor.

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The Lady stood back now, watching the boy's shivering body with a small smile tugging at her lips. There was a lovely sheen of sweat forming on his skin now. He was far more sensitive than she had imagined he would be. And much more afraid. It would be a pleasure indeed to break him to her will. "Move him to the chair." she instructed the men standing guard at either side of the door.

Leaving them to their task, the Lady then moved off to the side of the room, carefully examining trays of clamps and weights, spreader bars and floggers, gags and plugs until she had formed a plan in her mind. She then selected the toys that she would need.

As she turned back to the room, she found that the men had already stripped her new pet of his pants and ruined shirt and were well on their way to forcing him across the room and into a waiting chair.

These men had been carefully selected for their employment records, experience and discretion. They would do her bidding and they would not talk about what went on here once they left. Large sums of money and the knowledge of what would happen if they ever did ensured that.

As the Lady returned to her work, she paused for a moment to pick up the boy's discarded tie from the dungeon floor. She had other uses for such pretty lengths of silk. She then watches closely as the boy is secured in the chair, his wrists handcuffed behind his back, his legs and thighs pushed apart and securely tied to the legs and seat of the chair using strong leather straps, and a final band of leather pulled across his upper chest. He was now completely helpless and at her disposal. Only one final touch remained.

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Steven strained against his bonds, trying to force his spread knees back together, to pull his ankles away from the chair, to free his manacled wrists, but to no avail. The chair was sturdy and in good repair as were the leather bands holding him in place. He felt so helpless and exposed there in only his underwear, his knees forced wide apart over the sides of the chair. And then she was there, sliding her hands over his shoulders and down his chest from behind. Teasing his nipples with long fingernails, her hair falling down to brush against his cheek. "Don't worry pet," she whispered into his ear, "I won't hurt you too much.... This time." Then she stood and Steven felt the soft brush of silk over his nose and cheeks. It was suddenly warm and difficult to breathe. He felt something pulling tight about his neck and he fought to swallow. He shook his head, trying desperately to free himself from this new torture. Little did he know this was only just the beginning.

Act IV

The Lady stepped back away from the boy, admiring her handiwork. He looked so helpless there, securely bound to the chair, the hood drawn tight at his throat. "It must be getting unbearably hot in there..." she said as she began to circle her pet again, inspecting his body. "And hard to breathe too. I bet you'd give me just about anything for me to take it off..." The boy whimpers from behind the gag, his head lowering for a moment in defeat, and her lips are slowly curling upwards into another smile at this small sign of submission.

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Sweat is beading on Steven's brow and slowly trickling down his face under the dark hood. His heart is pounding, his blood rushing through his ears, and he can feel his pulse pushing against the tight cord at his throat. He can hear the Lady, his tormentor, circling him, appraising him with her eyes and taunting him with her words. She is telling him how she will break him with pain, hang him and whip his flesh until he is screaming, bend him over and rape him with her fingers ... a strap-on ... whatever she has close by, how she will use him for her own pleasure, how she will give him pleasure but deny him release, how he will cum when she wants and be denied when it amuses her. And then she's there again, her warm breath on his shoulder as she whispers in his ear, "Are you afraid yet, boy?"

Then she is gone again and there is the rattling of metal as if from across the room. There is no way to be sure, though, under the hood.

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She returns to the side of the room, carefully selecting a tray of toys to use on the boy's virgin flesh. The Lady smiles, taking her time, imagining all of the fiendish tortures she could inflict on her new play-toy.

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Steven hears the soft clinking of metal on metal as his tormentor returns. He tenses, afraid of what she might do to him next. There is a long moment as he waits, imagining the worst, praying that she'll change her mind and set him free.

And then there are the hands caressing his skin again, almost lovingly, teasing his nipples to hardness. He feels his cock responding to her, growing hard between his legs as the hands are followed by her soft, wet mouth on his flesh. He moans into the gag as her tongue slowly moves over first one nipple, then the other. His head falls back, tightening the cord about his throat, but he doesn't care anymore. He knows this must be some trick, that he should be afraid of her, but gods he doesn't care anymore. It feels sooo good.... Her mouth is moving downward over his chest ... his belly ... her face nuzzling between his thighs.

But a moment later Steven is screaming into the gag, his right nipple an explosion of pain. He tries to lean forward, to curl in on himself once more, but is held fast by his bonds. Tears fill his eyes and seep into the blindfold beneath the hood. He is gasping for air; the hood and gag making him feel as though he is being suffocated. And then, just as his breathing begins to return to normal, he is screaming in agony again as a second clamp is added. Steven's head falls forward now and he is sobbing beneath the hood. Were it not for the gag, he would be begging this demon to release him, he would promise her anything if only the pain would stop.

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She pauses a moment, watching the boy's body shudder and convulse against his bonds as he tries to escape, tries to lean forward and protect his tortured chest. She knows he's begging her to remove those clamps. He's screaming into that gag and promising anything if she would just stop. But she knows that the pain of removing the clamps will be just as great. Slowly, she reaches out to touch him, tracing her fingers over his chest, around his tortured nipples, her painted nails brushing over the clamps to send yet another wave of pain through his body. He shivered so beautifully from the pain.

The Lady's smiling to herself again as she returns to her tray of torture toys, lifting a cool silver chain from it's surface. Looping it loosely in her hand she reaches out, letting the cold metal brush against the insides of his spread thighs and slowly drags it upwards over his belly. She pauses a moment, moving the cold chain over his nipples. "What do you suppose I'm going to do with this, boy?" she asks, watching as he shudders in anticipation and fear.

Another long moment passes as she continues to brush his skin with the loose chain, pausing to loop it around his throat, pulling it tight and then slowly pulling it off again like a snake slithering over his flesh. Then, she grasps hold of first one clamp and then the other, attaching the chain, holding it her my hands for a moment before letting it fall to his chest.

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Steven's back arches and he desperately sucks air through his nose at the tug of the chain being dropped from the Lady's hand. Then he feels her finger tracing down the center of his chest, snaking under the chain, slowly pulling at the clamps. He whimpers softly as he feels her tug at first at one nipple and then the other, lightly at first and then with increasing force until he is bucking in the chair, begging her to stop from the other side of his gag. When she finally paused, letting the chain fall from her hand again, Steven felt himself almost sobbing in relief.

"Don't get comfortable yet, boy," he heard her whispering into his ear. "I'm not done with you yet."

He heard another soft rattle and then felt her taking hold of the chain again, pulling on it slightly for a moment and then letting it fall back to his chest, but this time it was much heavier. He groaned, feeling the clamps tighten and bite into his tender flesh.

"Trying to be tough now, are we?" she teased. "We'll se about that." And the chain was lifted again, and dropped, only much, much heavier. And Steven found himself gasping for air again.

"You want more, boy?" She asked, taking hold of the chain again, pulling back on it until Steven was sure she was going to tear it from his chest. And he was sobbing into the gag again, tears seeping under the blindfold and sliding down his cheeks. He shook his head no, hoping and praying that she would stop.

Act V

The Lady stood up, stepping back from the boy. She found herself smiling again, listening to him sobbing behind the hood and gag. She could only imagine how it felt to be in there. Blind, nearly deaf, totally helpless. And between the gag and the cord at his throat and the stifling heat, he must feel suffocated ... strangled. It was almost enough to make her want to rip the gag from his mouth so she could hear him beg.

Taking a deep breath, she crossed back to the far side of the room. Pausing for a moment, she takes a bottle of water from a small refrigerator on the floor. As she drinks deeply she begins surveying her toys again, and begins to decide what she will do with this poor, helpless boy next.

She slowly run her hands over an array of strap-ons, vibrators, and dildos of all shapes and sizes, a smile playing across her lips at the thought of using them on him. Then she moves on to assorted paddles, floggers, and whips. But she is still unsatisfied. She needed something to push him over the edge, to leave him in a defeated heap, before she will end this day. And then she sees it, the answer to her dilemma.

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Steven sits, fighting back tears and the throbbing pain in his chest. The weights drag mercilessly at his nipples and the clamps dig deeply into his flesh. He is sure that when he can finally see again he will see them permanently damaged, mutilated by this sadistic bitch. He can hear her, faintly, on the far side of the room. He wonders what she's doing, what she's thinking of, what she'll do to him next.

And, then he tenses, hearing her boots on the floor as she returns.

"Would you like a drink, boy? I know it must be hot in there..." she says into his ear. Then he can feel the wetness of her mouth at his neck, licking near the opening of his hood. Steven finds himself moaning behind the gag despite himself ... after so much pain, the pleasure is more intense than he could have imagined.

A moment later he finds himself arching in the chair, the shock of cold water running down his chest, over his tortured nipples, soaking his underwear. And then that mouth on his skin, licking the water from his chest, probing around his clamped nipples, moving downward over his belly then lower, licking and nuzzling his thighs, moving higher to rub her face between his legs, teasing him with her teeth.

And then she is gone, and there is no time to contemplate as his legs and thighs erupt in pain. He tries to flinch away, to close his legs, but to no avail. The leather holds him firmly in place, at her mercy.

But just as quickly as the pain began, it's over and he can feel her cool hands lightly rubbing his thighs, her mouth softly kissing and licking his burning skin.

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The boy whimpers beautifully beneath the hood and the Lady finds herself smiling once more. It was such a sweet, plaintive sound to her ears. A plea to be released, to be set free, to cum. Such a sweet sound it almost made her want to give in to it. To remove the clamps, untie him, soothe his hurts.

Almost.

Slowly, she slid her hands up along the insides of his thighs, slipping her fingertips under the thin cotton of the boy's underwear to tease his cock and balls. And her smile grew as she felt him growing hard again under her touch despite the pain. But this time she waited a bit longer, stroking his cock with her fingers, her mouth softly licking his thighs, until she felt him trying to thrust back against her. It was then that she stood again, taking the red leather whip from her belt, and beginning to methodically strike the insides of his thighs, watching his body arch in the chair ... only this time in pain....

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Steven sobbed into his gag when the pain stopped again. He didn't know how much more of this treatment he could take. The constant pain and fear was one thing, but this trading back and forth of pleasure and pain, bringing him close to the point of orgasm each time only to have it end in agony was more than he could bear. All he could do was hope that she would soon tire of this game and move on to something else even though he knew that 'something else' would no doubt be much worse.

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She paused, watching the boy in his chair. She can hear him sobbing behind the gag again and knows that he can take little more of this treatment. After a moment of contemplation, the Lady decides that this will be her final, and most torturous, act. Then she could rest and decide what to do with this new boy tomorrow. And so, from her pocket, she produces a small pocketknife and leans down to tug lightly at the boy's underwear as she carefully slices the material away from his body, leaving him completely exposed. A smile plays across her lips again as she sees his body is already responding to her touch, anticipating the pleasure that it can bring.

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Steven whimpers softly into the gag, feeling the cooler air of the room against his exposed cock and balls. He fights the arousal he feels in his body, but to no avail as he feels her mouth once again caressing the skin of his thighs, moving slowly higher. And although he fears her, hates her, wants nothing more than to be free of this demon woman, he also wants her in a way he'd never wanted any woman in his whole life.

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She softly rubs her face against the boy's cock and nuzzles his balls with her nose, slowly taking in the scent of him. A moment later her tongue is lightly flicking along the underside of his cock, moving upwards toward the tip, and she can hear him moan within the hood. And then she's slowly circling the head of his cock with her tongue, swirling in slow circles as she takes him into her mouth, feeling him buck against her face.

It only takes a moment to find his rhythm and then he's sliding easily in and out of her mouth while her hands deftly massage his balls, driving him closer and closer to orgasm. And then, as she feels his body arching in the chair and his cock beginning to vibrate in her mouth, she reaches up, her hand locking on the chain suspended between his nipples, pulling hard. And although she can hear him screaming into the gag, he is well beyond the point of no return....

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Steven feels his whole body shuddering as he cums. He doesn't even feel the pain anymore, all of his senses have blurred and he is lost. Time stretches, and moments feel like years. And then, over the rushing in his ears, he hears the woman's distant voice saying "Take him to a cell. I'll deal with him some more in the morning..." A moment later, there is the sound of the door closing behind her.

Act VI

Steven feels the leather straps quickly undone and then strong arms lift him from the chair. He tries to walk with them, to obey their silent command to move to another room, but he is completely unable. His legs shake beneath him and he is half dragged from the torture room and out into the hallway. The feel of the cooler air is a shock to his whole body and he whimpers beneath the hood. He feels his skin erupting in gooseflesh and within a few moments he is shivering.

Finally they pause and there is the soft jingle of keys and then the heavy metallic sound of a lock being opened. He is dragged through the doorway and dropped heavily onto a narrow bed. His arms are quickly pulled over his head and cuffed there, a blanket is thrown over his cold body, and then there is the thud of the door being closed and locked behind them.

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The Lady leaves the dungeon and heads down the long concrete hallway. Near the end she turns and presses the button next to the elevator. As she stands listening to the soft hum of the machinery beyond the heavy double doors she finds herself thinking of the new boy. He was everything she had asked for. Tall. Fair. Muscular without being bulky. And ever so sensitive. He had been a joy to play with tonight.

There was a soft bell announcing the arrival of the elevator and she was distracted for a moment as she stepped through the open doors. Two of her guards were inside. She imagined they were either going home for the night or headed outside to check the grounds. She didn't really care either way. Managing them wasn't really her concern anyhow.

On the ride upstairs her mind wandered back to the boy. Abducting a slave from Earth was risky business. The Terrans had funny views of slavery, believing that all of their kind deserved the right to manage their own destiny even if that destiny was war, famine, starvation, disease, or any one of countless other dismal fates. At least slaves had homes and were cared for. And at least on her home world of Nakrad there were few incidents of violent crime committed. The outrages of rape, incest, and child abuse had been eradicated among her culture a millennia ago. She didn't believe that Akasha had it too far wrong in "Queen of the Damned" when she surmised that eliminating males would eliminate much if not all pain and suffering in a given world. The only difference between her plans and theirs were that they simply enslaved males rather than killing them outright.

The elevator stopped at last on the top floor. She punched in the pass code that would allow the doors to open and stepped out into her private quarters. It was a large penthouse apartment with spacious living room, lovely foyer, three full bedrooms in addition to the large master bedroom, four bathrooms, a complete kitchen, a well stocked library, her office, and a beautiful balcony that had been decorated with potted plants and expensive patio furniture. It was all quite lovely and expensive. She had worked for months with a decorator to make everything just as she pleased. If she had to spend time on Earth she might as well be comfortable.

The Lady walked through the ivory tiled foyer and headed for her bedroom. Inside she collapsed on the deep blue velvet covers. She suddenly felt exhausted. A session like that always left her feeling completely drained, and for a moment she regretted the fate of this slave. She would have liked to keep him rather than ship him off to the auction houses back home.

She groggily pulled off her boots, throwing them across the floor, then slid the soft leather of her pants down over her hips and kicked them off as well. She tugged the cotton T-shirt up over her head along with her bra and deposited them with the rest of her clothing. Finally she moved to the head of the bed, wrapping her arms around one of the soft feather pillows and heaving a deep sigh before falling asleep.

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Steven lay in bed trying desperately to fall asleep. The hood was hot and unbearably humid. He had dozed off several times but always woke frightened and choking as the cord in the hood dug into his throat through the heavy silk. He had tried to turn over but to no avail as the metal holding his wrists over his head dug into his skin. The blanket, which had been so warm and comforting at first, had become too hot to bear as well, and in his attempts to kick it onto the floor it had become entangled around his legs. His body hurt, too. His nipples throbbed with each beat of his heart and the insides of his thighs burned where she had struck him. He whimpered softly in despair.

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The next morning dawned gray and cold. It wasn't that the Lady hadn't seen snow before. It was just that she hated it. She hated the wet snow and the slippery ice. She hated the endless despair the colorless sky seemed to force into her very soul. She didn't understand how anyone could actually enjoy this season.

She crawled unwillingly out of her warm bed, slipped into a soft, velvet robe and walked to the kitchen. Blessedly someone had thought to make coffee this morning. She didn't really like the bitter dark liquid, but had discovered that with the right amount of cream and sugary flavored syrup it could be made bearable.

She touched a button on the intercom and instructed the guards to bring the new slave to her quarters around 10. That would give her time to take a proper bath and dress.

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Steven felt as though he had only been asleep for a moment when the guards entered his room and pulled him up out of the bed. He felt dizzy and weak and hoped it was more from his sleepless night and not from anything that bitch had done to him.

He was forced into a tiled stall that he guessed was a shower and his body was roughly hosed down with icy water. Then he was drug back into the room and dried just as roughly. A moment later he was forced into the hall with the guards. It seemed they walked forever before he was allowed to stop on a lightly carpeted surface. Then there was the familiar queasy feeling of an elevator rising beneath his feet. As the car stopped one of the guards roughly took hold of his neck and whispered into his ear, "Better be good boy. Yer about to meet the Lady. Face to face."

Act VII

Steven was forced forward out of the elevator and felt cool tile under his feet as he walked along with his guards. He wondered how high up they had gone. It seemed warmer and less damp here. Was he above ground again? If they were above ground, he might be able to see out a window to find out where he had been taken. His mind was a storm of thoughts until the guards abruptly pulled him to a stop. He heard the sound of a buzzer and The Lady's voice as if coming through a speaker, “Bring him in.” His mind slammed to a halt and his blood ran like ice in his veins.

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When the door opened, The Lady wordlessly motioned the guards to take the slave into her sitting room. She followed behind, watching the boy's weary steps. His night had not been nearly as restful as her own had been, and a smile curled the corners of her lips at the thought of him twisting and turning in the night, trying to get comfortable, to escape the pain she had inflicted, to escape the nightmare of his new life.

As they entered the sitting room, she circled around the three men and took a seat in a comfortable, overstuffed leather chair. She then motioned to the guards and watched as they forced the slave to his knees in front of her and left by the same means they had entered.

When she heard the soft click of the door closing behind them, she began to speak. “So, boy, did you sleep well? You look as though you are unsatisfied with my hospitality.” She waited for his answer, delighting in the frustration fighting to burst from his bound body.

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Steven listened to her through the hood. Her voice was silk today, seductive and inviting. But he knew better than to trust it. She was just waiting for some excuse to torture him in some new, fiendish way. But still, he wanted so badly to scream at her. To tell her what a bitch she really was. To reach out and strike her, although he had never struck a woman in his life.

There was a rush of air past his side, and he realized she had moved while he was lost in his own thoughts. Now he had lost track of her, and that terrified him. She could do anything now and he would have no warning at all. Suddenly, he felt her pulling at the hood that she had pulled over his head the night before. With one rough yank, it was removed and he felt cool air against his face and in his wet hair.

“Better.” Her heard her whisper in his ear. It wasn't a question. It said that she knew exactly how unbearable the thing was. But then, that was obviously the reason she used it.

He felt her hands on the back of his head next, and suddenly remembered the duct tape wrapping around his head. He gritted his teeth, waiting for her to rip the sticky material from his hair, but was surprised when she carefully peeled the tape away, slowly untangling his hair, causing a minimum of pain. She surprised him further by doing the same with his face, carefully removing the tape to avoid hurting him further.

“Thank you,” he found himself whispering hoarsely once he had managed to push the damp wad of cloth from his mouth. Was this even the same woman from the night before? Or was this some trick? Something to lull him into complacency?

Then, he felt her hands working at the knot behind his head, and his heart began to pound in his chest. She was going to remove the blindfold. Maybe he would be able to see out, as he had fantasized on his way here. But … first … he would have to see her and that thought was terrifying.

 

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The Lady smiled when he thanked her for removing the gag. She was certain he would not be thankful for very long. Because today he would find out what was to become of the rest of his life. And they were never thankful for very long when that happened.

Her fingers tugged at the knot securing the blindfold to no avail. Between the kidnapper's enthusiasm and the boy's struggling, it had become knotted so tightly that trying to untie it was useless. Giving up on this, she chose instead to yank the blindfold upward over the boy's head, leaving him blinking in the sudden brightness of the room.

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Steven found himself squinting his eyes in the sudden brightness of the room. For a long moment, everything around him was a white blur. Then, slowly, shapes began to come into focus. He realized that he was kneeling in a small sitting area. There were leather couches on either side of him and a large leather chair directly in front of him. And, he realized The Lady was standing directly in front of the chair.

Act VIII

She was very tall, easily over six feet. Her skin was very pale and she had thick blonde hair cascading down her back and over her shoulders. She was dressed all in soft, black velvet. Her feet were bare.

She studied him for a moment, and then The Lady took a seat in the large leather chair. “Don't try to see too much right away. It'll probably take your eyes some time to adjust.” She crossed her legs in the chair and shifted to make herself more comfortable.

“Your name is Steven Hazleton,” she began. “You work for Advanced Cosmetic Micro Systems as a consumer analyst. Your boss recently told you that you needed to take a long vacation or lose all of your built up paid time – a change in company policy, I believe. So, you announced this week that you would be gone for the next month. You have no close friends or family, so you will not be missed for at least that amount of time.”

The Lady looked up and saw the boy's wide, horrified eyes. Doubtless he was frantically trying to figure out where she had gotten her information.

She reached over to a side table and picked up a thick notebook that appeared to have been filled to capacity with papers. Opening the notebook, she began to read aloud. The first document in the folder was his birth certificate. After that followed his social security number and tax records. The notebook also held his employment history, his criminal record (empty save for a few parking and speeding tickets), and his old school transcripts. On and on it went until she had read through each page of the folder.

“Do you realize what this is?” she asked pointedly. “It is everything in this world that proves that you ever existed.”

He nodded numbly. He couldn't deny that she was right.

“Do you know what I could do to you with the stroke of a key? I could make you disappear. I could make it as though you had never been.” She paused for a moment, one long painted nail tapping her lips. “No one would look for you, you know. No one would miss you. Well, no one but a bunch of loonies trying to pull a hoax on the cops by reporting someone missing who doesn't even exist” she mused.

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Steven sat in stunned silence. His mind was reeling with what she had just told him. How could she have gotten that much information on him? How could she have access to those computer systems? Could she really erase him? And if she did, what would she do with him instead?

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There was a long silence as The Lady let what she had just told the boy sink in. There was always that stunned moment when they tried to decide if she was serious or not. It was always so hard for them to believe that she could erase them from the world with the touch of a few buttons. And she loved that about this world. Everything was so accessible.

“I'm going to be brutally honest with you now.” She said. “You have already been removed from all of these systems. It was done last night, just about the time my men were picking you up from work.”

His head snapped up, his eyes wide in horror and his mouth open as though he was trying to speak.

“We used to fake our quarry's death, but that became bothersome. We could only count on so many natural disasters, and it gets more and more difficult to fake a murder on this world. So, now we just erase them the night they are captured. It saves us so much time and needless work.” She explained to him.

“S – So, what's going to happen to me? Why the hell did you kidnap me if you're not going to kill me?” She could tell he was trying to sound angry, but the slight tremor in his voice gave him away. He was terrified of her answer. And she liked it that way.

“I'm going to sell you, of course.” She answered as if she were explaining this to a two-year-old who should already know better. “This afternoon you will be sent to the auction house and sold to the highest bidder. I'll get a commission for my hard work and research. My men will get paid. And you will begin a whole new life as a slave.”

Act IX

Steven sat in stunned silence. He could think of no words to convey his thoughts and feelings. His heart was hammering in his chest. He felt the blood draining from his face and was sure that he would faint in a moment.

He watched as The Lady picked up a remote control from the same table where she had picked up the notebook from. She pressed a button on the remote and waited quietly, studying the notebook. A moment later, there was the soft click of the apartment door opening. The Lady smiled sweetly at him as the guards returned and pulled him to his feet, dragging him away.

It was strange finally being able to see his surroundings. He realized that The Lady's apartment was richly furnished in leather and marble and other expensive amenities. But, outside, it was all bare concrete and institutional tiling and flickering florescent lights. The place was chilling, reminding him of those insane asylums in old horror movies where the patients go wild and kill all of the nursing staff in horrible, bloody ways.

Back in the dungeon, as he had come to think of it, the guards forced him back down the hall. He was taken into a room that looked like a high school gym shower with several different shower heads on the wall and sickly lime-green tiles on the floor and walls.

One of the guards shoved a bar of soap into his hands while the other shoved him into the showers. “Get cleaned up. If you don't do it yourself, we'll have to do it for you.” A strange light entered his eyes at this and Steven thought it better to comply with them. There was no telling what they would do to him if they were “forced” to bathe him.

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After the slave was gone, The Lady returned to her computer. There, she began to type out all of the needed papers for the boy's transfer to Nakrad. She filled in his given name, his approximate age, his physical description. She recommended that he be trained as a Pleasure Slave. His build would not do him much good in the gladiator ring or under the hard labor of the salt mines. And his good looks would be wasted in either pursuit. Finally she recommended a sale price for the auction master and began to print the forms. The sky was already darkening, and he was to be shipped at sundown.

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After his shower, Steven was turned over to a team of women. While a guard stood by the door, he was guided into a chair in front of a large mirror. He was then carefully groomed, his hair cut and combed into place, his face shaved clean, and his eyebrows shaped. It was all done so quickly that Steven was left wondering what they were preparing him for. Certainly it was not for The Lady. She had already seen him at his worst, he was sure.

Then, suddenly he remembered and the blood in his veins turned to ice. They were preparing him to be sold. He was going to be sold to some new sadist. He did not exist any more. No one would be looking for him!

He felt all the blood draining from his face and his head swam as though he would faint. He was vaguely aware of laughter in the room around him, and then a stinging slap on his cheek brought him back to reality. “None of that now,” one of the women said. “It's time for you to go!”

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At sunset, The Lady began the journey to the transport room deep in the bowels of the building. There, in a huge concrete room, stood a strange metal contraption. It looked like a delicate hoop of shimmering silver wound about with delicate golden threads. Etched into the silver were intricate runes. Just the presence of it seemed to make the room hum with magical energy.

She heard the sound of the doors opening behind her and looked back to see the guards escorting the slave into the room. He looked much better after a shower and a shave even though he appeared to be on the verge of collapse between them. His face was pale and he was beginning to sweat in fear. Apparently, it had finally dawned on him that she had not been kidding before when she had told him what would become of him.

Turning back to the silver hoop, she raised her hands, palm out, and began to recite the magical incantation that would bring the gateway to life, filling it with swirling gold and silver energy. The light was incredibly bright at first, blinding all present for a moment before slowly fading again. The hoop now appeared to be filled with liquid quicksilver. The surface rippled gently, and sparks of gold glitter appeared from time to time as The Lady watched to make sure the connection would hold. There was not much magic on this planet and sometimes the gateways did not want to work properly.

Satisfied that all was well, she turned to the slave. “This is the gateway to my world. Once you step through, there will be no way back. You will enter the auction house and be sold to your new owner. You will not be missed, except by those who actually knew you in this life, but they will never be able to find you. To the authorities of this world, you do not exist and you never did.”

She was standing in front of him now and could hear his quickened, terrified breathing. She would almost have enjoyed keeping this one. She was sure he would be a delight to break and train. But that was not part of the deal. Her job was to find them and send them on their way. When she finished with this assignment, she could have all the toys she wanted, but not yet.

She pulled her eyes away and looked at the guards. “Boys, help him through.”

She stepped back as the guards drug the slave forward. He bad begun to thrash and try to fight them. They were used to this reaction, though, and soon had his arms twisted behind his back and were surely guiding him up the ramp leading into the portal.

The cast one last frightened glance back over his shoulder at The Lady before he was shoved through the portal, never to return.