| MARGARET - LOST FROM HER MIND [ part 6 ] I could hear the shower over the monitor. I looked at my clock and groaned. 6 O’clock in the morning! Why did Roger have to have slaves that started early? Then I heard what Margaret was saying. “Oh Danny, how did you find me here? Where’s mummy and daddy?” Margaret was back in her body it seems but for how long? I listen on, “That man was very bad to me Danny. He wouldn’t let me talk to anyone! I don’t know about this man, he hasn’t really made me do anything except let him hit me and suck his thing. There’s something about him that I like. But I shouldn’t should I?” She received no reply from the bear who was sitting on the toilet watching her. The dildo was pointing upwards from its attachment in its groin. I couldn’t see its face but I would swear it was smiling. Margaret was still talking away, but now her voice was changing at times. “I wish mummy and daddy would come for me!” “Slave knows that there is no escape. This master is nicer but slave will obey master.” There was a sob, “But you couldn’t stop me with Master Richard could you!” The voice was accusing. “No you were too quick for me but I’ll be ready for the next time.” The answering voice was calmer and more certain. Then I could hear Margaret humming again as if none of the previous words had affected her. I was intrigued by her words, I supposed Master Richard was her erstwhile master who was found dead – but the police report said that Margaret couldn’t have killed him. Then the name Richard linked up with another name. Abrahams? Could it be? That Margaret was the girl for whom the school headmaster had taken a fancy to? I brought up the communication program and dialled Elizabeth’s number. A sleepy looking girl was visible on the screen; she was dressed in a nightdress which enhanced her young age. “I’m sorry but my mistress is asleep. Could you phone back later?” She was wiping the sleep out of her eyes and hadn’t recognised me. “I’m sorry Little Cat.” I said softly, “I hadn’t realised what time it was there, I’ll phone back later.” “Master! I’m sorry I didn’t realise it was you. Mistress Elizabeth said to waken her as soon you called.” Little Cat’s face beamed in recognition. “Please hold on.” and her face vanished from the screen. A few minutes later I was looking at Elizabeth’s face. Even at this early hour she was looking bright and relaxed. “Hello Paul. I thought I’d be hearing from you soon. Giving up on our problem.” She said that with a smile. “No, but I do need some more information about Margaret.” At Elizabeth’s expectant look I continued. “Did she undertake the procedure of the orphans?” Elizabeth frowned for a moment before answering. “No. But that’s not to say that it’s impossible. Michael did work at the orphanage at times and could have studied the procedure. But he wouldn’t be able to add any personalities.” “What about personality backup? Could that be done?” I asked her. I could see her mind working as she pondered my words, then she looked at me. “Before I answer could you tell me how she would be brainwashed? That might give me an idea of what’s happened.” This told me that it was possible! Margaret was buried inside her own mind! “First the victim would be deprived of sleep for a week. This would be done by the use of drugs and noise. Then they would be constantly raped, mainly mechanically. Not just vaginally but orally and anally as well. The boys would just raped anally and orally - they would be electrocuted on their scrotums to stop then ejaculating if they could. This would be done while under the influence of drugs. They would be broken down to be just playthings without regard for how they’re used.” “So it’s torture under the influence of drugs?” Elizabeth asked not flinching after my casual description of multiple rapes that a child would be put through. “How does that differ from your method?” She asked. “Well you can ask Little Cat! But I treat each child as they should be. Of course I have to break them of their pre-learnt resistance to sex. But I ensure that they enjoy the experience. I don’t treat them as pieces of meat just to be sold off. The person who dealt with Margaret and the others in her group was just using a production line method of creating sexual toys. To me they are people in their own rights that have the misfortune to become my subjects. They deserve to be protected which is why I have my contract, remember it’s still the same as the one you signed.” “But you still break them down?” Elizabeth persisted in asking. “Only until they can accept my lessons, as I say it’s just a matter of getting over what has been pounded into them, that children cannot receive any pleasure from sex. That’s just a myth as you know.” She smiled at that last dig. “Touché. I do know Paul! But I had to check that you did. I have examined Little Cat many times since I brought her and she shows no trauma over your handling of her.” She thought for a few more moments before she spoke again. “It is possible to create a pocket in a person’s mind where a personality could be concealed. Not protected but concealed.” “If it’s not protected then there’s a possibility that it could be corrupted by the drugs. She would need expert attention if she ever took over complete control?” I made it a question. Elizabeth nodded. “And there’s always the chance that at a moment’s notice she’d creep back into that pocket when things get too rough.” I almost agreed with her and then I remembered something. “There is another problem.” I said. At Elizabeth’s look I continued. “There is another personality within Margaret. It’s a bit like the slave personality in the orphans. I don’t think Robert would have the ability to create such a thing. But it is there and is currently monitoring the dominant personality in Margaret.” Elizabeth shook her head. “It isn’t one of ours I can tell you that now. And I’m not sure how stable it’s going to be.” “I don’t think it’s too stable. I believe Margaret did kill her master. And I think her master was Richard Abrahams!” At Elizabeth’s blank look I expanded my theory. “He was the headmaster of Margaret’s school. The person who arranged for 10 children to be taken in one outing. Margaret was his payment.” Elizabeth shook her head. “I don’t dispute who he is. But the way the body was mangled didn’t seem to be the result of an ordinary assault.” “But when coupled with her treatment, which she would remember, her aggression would be natural. She would take whatever weapon was available to her and use it. A branch, Stone or Rock would suffice.” “Paul you’re in danger. If her control slips again then you could be killed. She’ll need conditioning to either improve the control or to remove it altogether! I’ll arrange to get her back here. We’ll start on breaking her conditioning.” “No Elizabeth! I said I would do this and I will! I’m aware of her capabilities now. I can try to avoid her and to subdue her if she tried to attack. I’m sorry Elizabeth but I’ve got to take measures. I’ll contact you tonight at 8 o’clock my time. If for any reason you fail to hear from me wait a couple of hours after that before sending the retrieval squad. I’ll talk to you later Elizabeth.” And I broke the connection before she could say anything. This was going to be dangerous. And I didn’t want her to have too much freedom. So I prepared her breakfast, Ceral again, and started downstairs to the basement. When I go there I made sure the door was locked securely and the key placed in its holder (out of most girl’s reaches). Before taking her tray to the table. She was back in her present position. On her knees with her forehead down to the ground. “Margaret. I have told you that there is no need for that haven’t I?” I said seriously “I know master. But I feel comfortable down here.” Margaret said. “On your feet Margaret. Your breakfast is ready.” I told her. She rose effortlessly and pirouetted in font of me showing off he ballet training. She approached me and went down onto her knees again. Opening the fly of my trousers and removing my cock, which she started to swallow. I inundated her mouth with my seed and watched her gulp down my spending smiling at her. “Thank you Margaret, you may eat your breakfast now.” I kept watching her as she started to eat the cold cereal. As she ate I started to speak. “I’ve decided that you are fit enough for some small exercises of mine. So there’s no hurry to finish your meal just yet. I have preparations to make.” I got up and went to the ‘toy’ cupboard and removed several lengths of rope, which I took into the cell and started to fix to the bed. Margaret finished her meal and waited in her seat. “Margaret, come here!” I ordered she entered the cell and approached the bed. “It’s just a simple tie-up session” I told her as I made her lie face down on the bed.i I decided on a simple hog-tie to restrain her legs and arms. She didn’t have any breasts to speak of, but a couple of metres of twine could make up a form of brassiere to wrap around the mounds that were there. A thick cord running from her neck down her body and between her legs would cause friction on her clitoris and anus. That was if she started to move too much. The cord was also attached to her legs. This ensured that if she tried to move her legs it would pull at the cord! “Comfortable?” I asked her for which she just looked at me. “I asked you a question Margaret and expected a reply. Earlier today you disobeyed me because you we happier doing what you wanted. That’s twice at least that you’ve earnt punishment. I’ll let you think about that. But for now I want you to watch some videos I’ve prepared for you. I had ensured that the television was in full view of her as she way lying on the bed. The way she was tied ensured that her head would be held up. I turned on the television and made the connection to my computer. A press of the remote control started the program running. A simple film about fellatio was first. A young girl was taking an adult’s cock into her mouth, using her tongue to lick around the shaft. “Margaret, I want you to watch the film. You may learn something new. I’ll be back at lunchtime.” I left the girl there, tied securily to the bed; I admit the film was a bit tame after the treatment she had received. But it was only the first she would be watching. I left her alone watching the films. I wasn’t being fair to Margaret as the third film was the birthday party, and the fifth was the nativity play. These were intended to shock Margaret and I had them set to repeat randomly during the morning. I was upstairs as the second film started; this one was more involved with deep throating. Showing how to pleasure a man while his cock was choking a girl. I think Margaret was understanding the things she was supposed to learn. When the third film started I turned up the monitor to catch her reaction. At first she waited for the girl to start to suck on a man’s cock. but then she drew in a deep breath as the girl opened the present and produced the bear. “Danny! . . . Mummy!” She said quietly. And then she started to cry. “Oh mummy, daddy where are you? I need you!” Then the film ended and the next video started. I sat back in a chair. She wouldn’t be able to untie herself and there was still hours to go. It was going to be a long morning for her. |