"Get up bitch!" the man shouted at April. He started whipping her again. The whip cracked across her back. She didn't react to it at all. He finally turned her over to look at her. The only indication that she was even alive was the fact that she was still breathing. She looked like she was staring into space. The suit she had been wearing was gone. Her face was blank. Ever since she had been taken away from the one person that she had truly loved, she had just shut down. The only thing she could still feel was the vague sensation of pain. Her body was still intact, but the fact that she had been sold, the fact that she had been taken away from her master by total strangers, had totally destroyed her mind.
"I have no idea what to do!" the man holding the whip said. Another man got up from his seat. He was in his early forties and showed signs of serious hair loss. "Have you tried whipping her?" he asked the other man. "What's it look like I've been doing?! It's no use! When she's awake she just stares into space. When she's asleep she cries and sobs. I have no idea what to do with her!" the man with the whip said. "I've got it!" the balding man exclaimed. "What?" asked the other man. "We will let the other slaves interact with her. That should bring her out of this phase she's going through." said the man. "That just might do the trick!" said the other man.
Back at the mansion, Aprils former master was sitting alone in a darkened room thinking to himself. One of his slaves entered the room. "What do you want?" he said in an annoyed tone. "I just wanted to know if you wanted some tea or something." she said to him. "No." he said tersely. The slave knew something was not right with her master. He almost never turned down a cup of tea. Did she dare ask him what was going on though? Normally it was not a good idea to pry into masters personal business. She decided to ask him anyway. "Master? Is there anything wrong?" she said. He paused for a second. "Actually yes. The slave I sold off a couple days ago...When I think about it now I think she was not quite ready to leave me yet." he said to the woman. "Do you think she misses you?" she asked him. "I don't know..." he said.
"What's up with her?" one woman asked. "Maybe she's a ZOMBIE!" said another. "She's not a zombie Clare!" said another. The group of slaves were under orders to do whatever they could to try to get April to snap out of the state she was in. April just stared blankly ahead. She could see blurred images of people all around her, but she didn't care enough to focus her eyes.. She didn't care about anything anymore. For her there was no reason to even blink, though her body instinctively did that for her. The voices of the other women around her sounded distant and faded. The only emotions she still had now were sadness and loneliness. They now filled the large gap that had been created when she was taken away from her master. "What do we do? She won't respond. We've tried everything!" said one woman. "Not everything." another woman said holding up a shiny metal vibrator.
One of the men came back to see how April was doing. The slaves were all gathered around her. She was still not moving or doing anything, despite the fact that there was a large vibrator buzzing away inside her pussy. She was not even wet. "Were so sorry! We tried everything we could think of!" one woman said to the man. "Please don't punish us!" the woman begged. "No, you're fine. It looks like this bitch needs some serious punishment!" he said looking at Aprils lifeless face. He picked up April and carried her off. "What do you think they're gonna do to her?" one woman asked. "Who knows, I'll bet it won't be pretty though." said another. They watched as the man headed down the hallway leading to the electro torture room.
Back at the mansion Aprils former master was busy wandering around the rooms. Even with all the slaves he had, the rooms seemed emptier then they had been just a couple days ago. Did he actually miss April? It was true that April was a unique woman. He had never met a woman quite like her before. She had given in so easily and was always so happy around him. She had done whatever he told her to do. She cooperated with training much better then he had thought she would. And he had to admit that she did have taste when it came to selecting desserts. He knew something was strange with her the night he first met her in that slave recruiting building. She had been afraid, like any woman would have been, but there was something in her eyes that hadn't been afraid. Well there was nothing he could do about it now. She was gone. For all he knew she was busy happily serving her new masters.
The man entered the torture room. His partner was busy removing wires from April's body. "She must be either brain dead, or in a deep coma!" he said to the other man. "Why do you say that?" he asked him. "No reason, it's just that I ran 400 volts through her snatch and didn't even get a whimper out of her!" he said. "I find that really hard to believe!" the other man said. "Ok I'll prove it!" he said. He took two metal clamps and attached them to Aprils pussy which was now swollen and reddened. He attached two large wires to the clamps.
He pressed a red button located on a panel next to the wall. The two men watched as 400+ volts surged through one of the most sensitive parts of Aprils body. Her body shook and convulsed but her face remained totally blank. He turned the machine off. After a few seconds her convulsing ceased. "See? No response at all! Her muscles move because of the electricity, but she's dead to the world. I think she's brain dead!" the man said. "You may be right. No woman has ever stood that much pain without at least crying out." the other man said. "So what should we do with her?" the man asked. "I'll decide later." the other man said.
They dragged her back to one of the cells. If she was still able to feel, she would have been in severe pain. She vaguely knew that they had been torturing her for some reason, but she didn't care. They could kill her for all she cared. It didn't matter to her anymore. She was left alone in the dark, cold cell. They didn't leave her there long. They soon came back and grabbed her arms. They dragged her down the hallway and to a door. The door led to the outside. It was cold outside and she was naked, but she didn't care.
They loaded her into the back of a van and locked her inside. They got in, started it up, and took off. "So where should we dump her?" the man in the passenger seat asked. "I know of an old field not far from here. No one will find her there." the other man said. "And to think, we wasted $26,000 on this bitch!" he said to him. "Yeah, but sometimes these things happen." the other man said. They turned onto an old dirt road. The road led past many abandoned farms and old wheat fields that were covered in snow. They pulled up to an empty field and unloaded April from the van. They walked a little ways into the field and set her down on a heap of dead grass sticking out of the snow. They headed back to the van and drove away.
April was nowstaring up at the sky which was starting to darken. The sun was setting. For the first time in nearly three days April started to feel peaceful. She knew that her body was growing weaker and weaker from the cold, and that she would soon die. This was as good a place as any for her to die. She continued to stare up at the darkening sky as the peaceful feelings washed over her. Her life had not been that bad. Her only regret was that she had had so little time to spend with her true master. That still made her sad but soon it wouldn't matter anymore. She could feel the coldness slowly seeping into her body. It was numbing her just as the shock had numbed her.
"Hello? Yes. I am calling to let you know that that April girl didn't work out. I would like to have another girl to take her place." The man almost dropped the phone in shock. "Sure." he said. "What did you do with April?" he asked the man on the other end. "We dumped her in some old field somewhere." he said to him. He hung up the phone. He had a pretty good idea where to look for her. He had to hurry. There was no telling what kind of condition she was in. It being the middle of winter, she could very well freeze to death. He left the mansion in such a hurry that he didn't even stop to scold a slave that knocked over a vase trying to get out of his way. He grabbed the keys to one of the vans on his way out, and went to the parking garage. He started up the van and pushed the accelerator to the floor.
He barreled down the old dirt road. The sky was now a twilight purplish color. He stopped the van at a spot where the snow had been recently disturbed. He followed the footprints. He didn't have far to walk. He came upon a heap of dead grass with Aprils body lying on it. She was staring up at the sky with a blank look on her face. He could see that she was very cold. Her skin was a deathly pale color. He knelt down beside her and took her pulse. It was faint but still there. He picked her up and ran back to the van as fast as he could.
Inside the back of the van, he laid April on the floor, and covered her with a special thermal blanket. He then reached forward and turned the heater up to full power. He waited for a few minutes, watching her closely. "April? April can you hear me?!" he shouted to her. April heard a voice. It was somewhat loud and it sounded familiar. It sounded like her masters voice. "Can you hear me?!" he shouted to her again. She heard it clearer this time, it was her master! She started to stir. He could see tiny movements in her muscles. "Yes, come on April! It's me! Come on!" he said to her. She focused her eyes and saw her masters face.
"M...m...ma...mast....master?" she asked him weakly. "Yes! It's me, your master." he said. For the first time in three days she smiled. It was a faint smile but still it was a smile. "Don't worry, I'm going to take you back home and fix you up." he said. Her smile grew wider. "I need you to hang in there until we get back home." he said to her. "Yes....master." she said faintly. He got into the drivers seat, and took off for his mansion. He knew that he had to feel some kind of attachment to her...otherwise he wouldn't be doing what he was doing. What was it about her? Yeah, she was beautiful, but so were all his other slaves. She was obedient, but so were most of his slaves. She followed his orders without complaint. Now that was somewhat rare among his slaves...There was something else about her...a feeling that they both experienced when they were together. He came to the realization that he probably loved her. Hell there was no "probably" about it.
He arrived back at the mansion a short while later. His slaves were already outside waiting to help him. "Quick! Get her to the medical room. Do whatever you can to stabilize her." he said tothe slaves. "Yes master." they said. The group of slaves carefully carried her into the mansion. Aprils master parked the van in the parking garage and hurried to the medical room. Whenever one of his slaves got hurt or injured he didn't take them to a hospital, too many questions to answer. Instead a large room on the second floor served quite nicely as a mini hospital. A few of his permanent slaves had extensive medical training. They could almost become doctors themselves. He ran up the stairs. He was slightly out of breath when he arrived at the medical room.
April was conscious. When she saw him, she smiled. "She has hypothermia and appears to not have eaten in awhile." a slave said to him. "Would it be a good idea to give her something to eat right now?" he asked her. "Something like soup or broth would be a good idea. It would help warm her up." the slave said. "Ok go down to the kitchen and bring back a bowl of soup." he said to her. "Yes master." she said. She left the room. He went over to April. "How are you feeling?" he asked her. "Happy..." she said to him. "What did they do to you?" he asked her. "I can't remember..." she said. She tried to sit up to kiss him but he stopped her. "Save your strength." he said. "Ok...." she said. He looked at her for several seconds. "How did we grow so attached to each other?" he asked her. "I don't know...And I don't care how...I'm just happy to be here with you." she said.
The slave came back with a bowl filled with soup. She gave it to her master. "Here, This will help you." he said. He started feeding it to her. He could tell that she was starving. "That was good!" she said. The slave came back with a large glass of water. April drank it down. "Thank you master. I don't know why I'm so thirsty." she said. "You probably haven't eaten or drank anything in nearly three days. It's a miracle you're still alive!" he said.
It took several weeks before April fully recovered. Much to her joy, her master decided to keep her permanently. Even though she was doing more chores now as well as undergoing training sessions several times a week, she was content with life again. Everything was colorful again. The snow was starting to melt outside and the first signs of Spring were starting to show. She had a reason for living now. That reason was to serve and obey her master for as long as she lived.