I've been away but now I'm back. I Took a rather long break from writing for several reasons. Recently I decided to get back into writing stories. The usual disclaimers apply: The following story is fiction, any similiarities to people living or dead is a coincidence. Anybody under 18 shouldn't be reading this. etc...
Alexandra looked at the doctor in sheer disbelief. The words "You have cancer" echoed in her head. Being only 25 and in good physical shape, the doctors words at first sounded like he was joking. However the serious look on his face told her that it was no joke. The cancer was in her pancreas and it was inoperable. The doctor said it was most likeky that she had less then a year to live. She drove home in utter shock, she was so busy going over and over what the doctor said in her mind that she ran a red light and nearly caused a major car accident. She was lucky that no police were around.
After she got home and fed her cat she went into the living room and just collapsed on the worn out couch. 25 years old, just graduated from college, A newly landed job had held the prospect of a bright and rich future. She had a boyfriend and their relationship was becoming quite serious. There was talk of marrage and kids, both which she wanted. He was a kind, intelligent, caring man. Now her bright happy future was gone.
Alexandra sat on the barstool downing her fifth drink. She was in a bar that was one of the city's most active night spots. Men and women came here to party, get drunk and stoned and more often then not, get laid. Since she had been diagnosed with cancer 5 months ago her life had spun out of control. Her boyfriend dumped her, the depression over that eventually led to her job loss, and chemotherapy had caused much of her hair to fall out. Her black wig, which had been made to look exactly like her hair used to, hid that fact. She was here to get nice and drunk and find some guy who wanted to fuck her. Possably even get stoned if anybody had something good to smoke.
She surveyed the guys partying around her. Most of them were the regulars that partied there quite often, but she spotted a new guy standing near the exit. The man was well built, unlike the regulars who had beer guts and thinning hair. His short black hair was neatly trimmed and he was dressed in a suit. She noticed that he was staring at her. A night in a hotel room with this handsome stranger sounded pretty good to her. She got up off the barstool and went over to him. "Hey there handsome, whats a guy like you doing here?" she asked him. He looked at her, his eyes were dark and somewhat cold looking. "You have a lot of pain inside you." he replied. "Heh! you have no idea." she said. "You have cancer, it's inoperable, and you have less then 6 months to live. Your life has fallen apart and thats a wig you're wearing." he said.
She looked at him in utter shock, then it dawned on her "Ah, you're one of those stalker guys...pulled my medical records..." she said. "Nope." he said. "You're some government agent?" she asked him. "Wrong again. I pulled no records and searched no databases, except for the database in your head." he said. "What are you talking about?" she asked him. "I read your mind." he said simply. She stood there with her mouth hanging open. "Theres no such thing..." she said. He smiled, a confident smile "Ask me anything, anything that only you know the answer to...Lets get out of this noisy place first" he said. They went outside to the parking lot, away from the loud music.
It was nearly an hour later. This man, whoever he was, knew all her personal secrets. He knew about her secret crushes in grade school and beyond, he knew intimate details of her relationship with her old boyfriend, he knew about her breaking her arm when she was 8 years old and how itchy her arm was after 6 weeks in a cast. She had been skeptical of his claim, saying that all he knew he could have found in documents and databases, but the more he revealed about her, the more she realized that this man was really reading her mind. "Ok, Say I believe you. What could you possably want with me?" she asked him. He looked at her with those cold dark eyes. "What would you say if I said that you didn't have to die in 6 months...that you could be completely rid of your terminal illness. No more chemotherapy, no more doctors visits, no more cancer..." he said. She stood there for several seconds letting what he just said wash over her. "I..don't...know...How do I know that you can do what you say you can do?" she asked him. He smiled again. "Watch..." he said, and he withdrew a small pocket knife from his coat. He took the tip of the blade and punctured the tip of his index finger with it. She saw a drop of blood on his finger. A moment later he wiped his finger on his shirt and the wound was gone.
"I have technology that can heal any damage to the human body. It's based on my own healing abilities. It can get rid of the cancer...and do so much more..." he said with a smile. That drove the last of her skepticisim out of her mind. She saw him cut his finger. She saw it with her own eyes. Besides the little smear of blood on his shirt, there was no evidence he had cut his finger at all. That had convinced her, but there had to be a catch. Before she could open her mouth to ask what the catch was he said "Yes, there is of course a catch. The catch is that you will become my slave. I will heal your body and make 'improvements' to it, then I will work on your mind so that you will find your new life more enjoyable." Her eyes widened, a slave?! A mindless slave? That was some catch. "I would become some mindless robot?" she asked him. "That depends on how you handle the imprinting process. If you don't try to fight it then you will retain much of your old personalty and memories, however if you fight it then you will end up a 'mindless robot' as you put it." he said.
She stood there debating it in her mind. She would be cured. She wouldn't die in 6 months. She would have her life back, but it would be the life of a slave. Maybe it wouldn't be so bad, then again maybe it would be awful. Maybe he would just keep her for awhile then let her go. After a few minutes she decided that a life as some slave was better then no life at all. How bad could it be. "I'll do it." she said. His smile grew wider "Ok, now...sleep..." he said. She suddenly felt very tired. She sat down on the pavement...her eyes felt so heavy...she laid down on the hard pavement and closed her eyes and drifted away.
Alexandra woke up in a white room. She was laying naked on a soft bed. She felt...different...better then she had in months! She had no trace of a hangover and she felt fit and alert. She looked around the room. It was all white except for the outline of a door and a full length mirror. For a few moments she wondered how she had ended up in this odd room. Then it came back to her...last night...she had been drinking...she met this man who said he could cure her...but she would become his slave... She got up and went over to the mirror. She was amazed at how she looked! She had shoulder length golden blonde hair. She pulled on it to see if it was a wig. It was real! Her hair was not the only thing different. Her breasts had increased in size slightly and her body looked more fit and curvy. She caressed herself, her skin felt so soft. Her stomach was firm and her waist was smaller. She looked like a supermodel! Her face was still the same, but the rest of her looked so different! Looking at herself in the mirror, she felt sexy, really sexy. Her pussy was now hairless, her legs were smooth and firm.
The door opened and the man she had met last night entered the room. She turned around and blushed. "How do you like it?" he asked her, looking at her body. "It looks...wonderful! I-I like it." she said. Here she was in a new body completely naked in front of this handsome man. "Who..what are you anyway?" she asked him. "My name is Marcus. I look like a man, but I am so much more then that. I held up my end of the agreement, now you will hold up yours" he said. A ray of panic shot through her. She was going to become his love toy. Now that she was sober, that thought chilled her to the bone. "Come, lets begin your 'training'." he said. "No! I'm not going anywhere and if you get near me I'll scratch you up so bad tha--" She felt a jolt go through her body, she could no longer speak. She stood up and started walking towards him. Her body was moving on its own, as if invisible hands were moving her legs and keeping her upright. Her arms were hanging limply at her sides, she couldn't move them at all. This man, whatever he was, was powerful. He was making her body move by itself. She followed him out the door and down a white hallway. They entered a room that looked unlike anything she had seen before.
In the center of the room was a table with restraints and stirrups. One end of the table had some kind of headband with wires and small devices attached to it. Wires connected to this headband ran to some kind of computer. The computer looked unlike any kind of computer she had ever seen or used. She saw what looked like a projection of a computer screen that appeared to be floating above what looked like a narrow grey box. There was no keyboard or mouse. The wires from the headband ran into the back of the narrow grey box. There was a small cabinet mounted to the wall which was partally open. She got up onto the table and laid back, inside her head she was screaming and trying desperately to break the hold he had on her. He restrained her arms and placed her legs in the stirrups. A strap went across her stomach and around her neck. Then she felt another jolt and she could move again.
She started screaming, he took a gag out of the cabinet and stuffed it in her mouth and fastened its tiny straps to rings in the table. She couldn't move any part of her body more then an inch now. Out of the corner of her eye she saw him reach for something else, a blindfold. He placed it over her eyes and tied it in the back. She felt the headband being placed on her head and two things being attached to the sides of her head. Her muffled screams went unanswered. After checking to make sure everything was in place and secure, Marcus turned and stared at the computer screen projection. It suddenly came to life and several windows popped up. There were windows monitoring Alexandras brainwaves and a window showing a 3d rotating view of her brain. Another window popped up that said "Execute program?" "Yes" said Marcus.
Images exploded in Alexandras mind. Images of her being trained by Marcus. Images of him fucking her. Images of him giving her commands. She saw herself obeying his commands. She saw herself bent over a table and being fucked by Marcus....images of her chained to a wall...images of Marcus fondling her...All of these images being fed directly into her mind. At first she tried to block them out, but closing her eyes and trying to think of something else did nothing to help her. The images of submission, and obediance, were starting to arouse her...
Marcus sat behind a nicely polished desk absorbed in thought. The imprinting process took anywhere from an hour to several hours, depending on the subject being imprinted. During this time, he liked to sit in his quiet study and think about the past and how he came to be who...and what he was today...Anybody looking at him would take his age to be no older then late 20's to early 30's. In reality he was born in 1903, 100 years ago. His mother had been exposed to some lab chemicals while she was pregnant with him. He learned of his unique abilities at an early age, and he learned of his faults. He had the power of teleknesis and advanced intelligence, yet he was deformed and an outcast for most of his life.. He kept a low profile for a long time. His left arm was several inches longer then the right and his left hand only had 3 fingers. His face was disfigured and scary to look at. He never stayed in one place too long. Decades passed, yet he never grew old. He got odd jobs as a circus freak but never lasted long. Naturally he never had any luck with women. He lost one circus job after levatating a woman who was calling him a hideous mistake and slamming her into the tent floor.
Things changed for him in the 1980's and 90's when he learned of DNA and genetic research. It fit together. The chemicals that his mother had been exposed to while she was pregnant with him had altered his DNA. He had the advantages of teleknesis, intelligence, and immunity to aging and disease, yet his deformities had made his life miserable. Being extremely smart, he hacked several bank accounts and transferred the money to an account that he had setup. He created his own lab where he conducted research and made discoveries that would take the worlds greatest scientists years to discover on their own, including gene targeting and gene replacement therapy. By the mid 1990's his body had transformed from a freakish looking form to a normal and quite handsome form. By the turn of the milennium, he had developed the ability to read minds and heal any wounds that he received. He also figured out how to make people lose conciousness long enough to take them back to his lab. By then he felt he was more then strong enough to do something that he had wanted to do for decades.
For decades he had desired women, he wanted to own them, to control them. Teleknesis only controlled the body, he wanted to control the mind as well...but there was a difference in controlling women and controlling mindless puppets. He wanted to control women who still had some semblance of a personalty. Brainwashing was easy, brainwashing where the personalty remained largely intact was not. His early experiments had resulted in his subjects going insane. His experiments in altering a womans body were also failures at first. He kept trying and finally less then 12 months ago he succeeded with a girl named Wanda. She turned out perfect, mind and body.
It had been nearly 2 and a half hours before the computer in his study came to life and told him that the imprinting process was complete. Alexandra had fought against it, but not much. All the commands and slave routines were implanted in her mind. Still, the program warned that there was a chance that another round of imprinting would be necessary. He wanted to avoid that if possible. Another round would strip her of much of her emotions and memories, she would end up just like Vicky...Vicky had resisted the first round of impinting, the second broke her will but also destroyed her personalty. He would test Alexandra, if she passed then she would be his second perfect slave, if she failed she would become his second mindless puppet.
He left the study and headed for the imprinting room. Alexandra was dazed and groggy, not unusual and nothing to worry about. He removed the headband and undid her restraints. He took control of her body and led her to a room across the hall. He made her stand in the center of the room. Hanging from the celing was a thick chain. He got a pair of padded leather cuffs and a padlock out of a nearby cabinet and cuffed her wrists together. He lifted her arms up and fastened the cuffs to the hanging chain with the padlock. He released his teleklnetic hold on her and her knees buckled. She hung by her arms, still in a daze. In her foggy state she saw him take several more things from the cabinet. She was starting to become more focused now, but she was still not really aware of what he was doing. She felt him attach something cold to the back of her head. She felt him putting shackles around her ankles. He then blindfolded her.
"The device attached to the back of your head is capable of giving you intense pleasure, or intense pain, depending on which buttons on this controller I press. I am going to ask you some questions. Give the right answers and you will be rewarded, give the wrong answers and you will be punished. Say 'yes' if you understand." he said. A moment passed "Yes..." she replied. "Are you a slave?" he asked her. "No..." she answered. A sharp bolt of pain surged through her entire body and she cried out. "Lets try that again, are you a slave?" he said in a firmer voice. "Yes!" she cried. The pain stopped and she was filled with a soothing feeling. "Good. Now, who is your master?" he asked her. She didn't reply "Who is your master?" he said in a threatening voice. He was just about to press the pain button when she said "You are.".
"Try to answer promptly, you were 1 second away from experiancing what it feels like to be set on fire." he said sternly. "Now, What is your main purpose in life?" he asked her. 'To serve you." she said promptly. She was rewarded with the feeling of a thousand hands softly massaging her..."Will you obey every command that I give you, regardless of what it is?" he asked her. "Yesss..." she said. She felt a tingling in her clitoris. "Do you enjoy obeying your masters commands?" he asked her. "Yes! I enjoy it!" she cried. The tingling increased, she started panting and her pussy was starting to moisten. The questioning continued until she had orgasamed twice and was pledging her total loyalty to her master. His last question was: "Do you want to be fucked by your master now?" "Yes! Please master! Please fuck me!!...." she cried.
Alexandra laid there on the table. She had been escorted to another room by her master and ordered to bend over and lay her body on the table. She felt Master putting her arms into restraints. She didn't mind at all. After her arms were secure, she felt him spreeading and securing her legs to the side of the table. She was restrained comfortably but still not able to move much. She felt a slight intrusion in her ass. Master had inserted a gloved, lubricated finger into her anus. She felt it pull out and a second later felt two of his fingers entering her ass. She was becoming aroused now and her breathing was starting to show it, though he didn't need to listen to her breathing to see how aroused she was becoming. Her mind was an open book. She wanted to be penetrated by him.
Three fingers were now in her ass, stretching it and getting it ready for the large metal butt plug he was holding in his other hand. She felt his fingers pull out and a second later felt something cold and hard trying to penetrate her ass. Her anus was stretching, it was starting to hurt, but she did her best not to cry out. If she cried out it would upset him and he would most likeky gag her. She wanted to show him that she could take it. As he slowly pushed the large silvery plug into her ass, her breathing grew heavy and labored. He knew it was hurting her, but continued to push. She almost yelped as the widest part passed her sphincter. It was fully inserted now and the pain was subsiding. She felt quite full back there and was rather proud that she had not given in to the pain. Her pussy was quite moist now, her love juices were starting to run down her legs. She felt his fingers probing her clit now. She was still trying not to make any noise but it was becoming very hard to do. As he rubbed her clit between his thumb and forefinger a weak moan escaped her lips. At that cue she felt him plunge into her with his fingers. She started moaning louder.
During her training she had seen many images of his cock. She knew it was huge, and now she wanted to feel it inside her. His fingers were ok but she knew that only his cock would be so much better. She felt his fingers withdraw and felt that wonderful organ being thrust into her pussy. She lost all control now. The pleasure was immense. She moaned and gasped loudly. He was making sounds now too, though much less then she was. She felt him cum inside her and soon orgasamed herself. She was covered in sweat now and her breathing was still heavy...she was drifting off...did master want her to remain conscious? She didn't know and it was getting harder to stay awake. She felt his hand cares her head. '"It's ok, just let yourself drift away..." he said. She gave up her fight and let the waves of sleep overtake her...
Alexandra woke up in a different room. She was no longer blindfolded. The room looked like a large bedroom with 3 beds in it. She was laying on the middle bed. The bed to the right of her was empty. There was a woman lying on the bed to the left of her. She had long blonde hair and blue eyes. Her face was...vacant. Her eyes were blank. Alexandra looked at her own body. She had been cleaned up. She was wearing some kind of black leather harness, the full feeling in her ass told her that the buttplug that master had inserted into her was still there. It didn't hurt anymore and she had only noticed it when she sat up. The crotch of her harness had a zipper to allow access to her pussy. Even though she didn't notice the tiny padlock in the back she knew that she was not allowed to remove the butt plug harness until her master released her from it.
The door opened and in walked another girl. She looked to be about Alexandras age. Her hair was brown and tied back in a pony tail. Her body looked just like Alexandras. She was sure that there wasnt an inch's difference in their heights. Unlike the woman lying in the bed next to her, this womans eyes were brown, and not vacent or blank at all. "Hi, you must be Masters new slave. I'm Wanda, whats your name?" she asked her. "I'm Alexandra." she said looking at Wanda. "I see masters started your plug training." she said looking at the harness Alexandra was wearing. "Plug training?" she asked her. "Yeah, every day Master will put a larger plug into your ass until he gets you up to the 3 inch plug. They hurt at first going in, but once your ass is used to being plugged, it feels quite good." she said. Alexandra looked over at the woman lying motionless on the bed next to her. "Who is she?" she asked Wanda. "Oh...thats Vicky...Master found her after training me...she fought him and ended up like that. She doesn't speak and only moves when master orders her to." she said sullenly. "Why did she resist?" she asked Wanda. "I don't know, maybe she was afraid. I was afraid at first too." she said. "Yeah, I was scared. Master had to take control of my body, but I'm glad he did." Alexandra said with a smile.
Marcus stood in front of the green metal door that led to the Sub level. The door opened and he started descending the stairs. The Sub level was a sort of basement asyulm where he kept his failed slaves. There were 5 girls down here. 4 of them locked in small cells with tubes attached to their bodies that fed them nutrients and a cocktail of drugs to keep them in a blissful state. The fifth girl, Miranda, was the only reason he usually came down here. Miranda had turned out to be almost perfect. She gladly obeyed his commands and was always happy to see him. However, she couldn't speak and had an uncontrollable desire to tear up any paper or fabric to shreads. He had tried to correct this flaw in her but had failed miserably. She didn't want to tear up anything, she just couldn't stop herself from doing it. He had left her alone in his room and she had torn up his bedsheets and most of his clothing by the time he had returned. He was furious, but he didn't punish her. The only reason he didn't punish her was because she was sobbing uncontrollably while tearing up his pants. She was so disappointed in herself and frustrated because she couldn't stop it. She cried for hours after that.
Eventually he made a cell for her down in the Sub level, empty except for a toilet and a bed and blanket made of an indestructable material. He came down here every day to spend some time with her. He had caused her to end up like this, she had been a happy high school graduate with a bright future, but that was not what bothered him. What bothered him more then anything was how lonely she was down there. Loneliness was not new to Marcus, he having experianced decades of it himself. He looked at the tiny computer screen and the door to her cell opened. Miranda was sitting on the bed. She looked up to see who was there, she recognized him and smiled. She had a beautiful, friendly face that always lit up when he came to spend some time with her. He went over to her and sat down on the bed next to her. As she had done many times before she laid her head on his chest and he started caressing her long red hair. "I sucessfully completed Alexandras training." he said as he stroked her hair. She didn't move but he knew she understood him. "So, you'll see her down here with Wanda, and they will be bathing and feeding you." he said. Sensing her thoughts he added "Don't worry. I'm still gonna come down here and see you."
She let out a soft sigh and smiled. His daily visits were the only thing she had to look forward to, that and the occasional time he would take her upstairs to get some exercise. As he caressed her hair he thought to himself. It had been awhile since he had taken her upstairs, and becoming acquainted with Alexandra would help when it came time for her to bathe her. "Miranda, you want to go upstairs and meet Alexandra?" he asked her. Her face lit up and she nodded. "Ok, Ill be back in a moment." he said. He left her cell to get the restraints for Mirandas arms. There was no way he would take her upstairs unrestrained, she would tear anything she could to ribbons. The restraints were leather sleeves that had a belt attached to them that went around her stomach. They would keep her arms behind her back. The sleeves encased her hands and fingers as well. When he entered her cell she stood up and put her arms behind her back all without him telling her to do so. She didn't mind having her arms restrained behind her back. It stopped them from grabbing the nearest tablecloth or curtain and shredding it. He slipped the sleeves over her arms and fastened the belt and tested the restraints. Everything looked secure. They headed for the stairs.
"Alexandra, I want you to meet Miranda. Along with your other duties, you along with Wanda will see to her being bathed once a day and fed in the morning and evening. She is unable to speak, but talking to her will help her to feel more comfortable around you." he said. Alexandra looked at the girl. She noticed that some kind of leather belt attached to leather sleeves kept her arms restrained behind her back. Her skin was paler than Alexandras was. She had long red hair and blue eyes. She was a couple inches shorter then Alexandra was. "I'll be back later, don't unto her restraints." Marcus said. He left the room and Miranda went over to the bed next to Alexandra and sat down. They were alone in the room. "So, uh. You been here long?" she asked Miranda. She nodded. "Ok, where does Master keep you?" she asked her. Miranda just sat there looking at her with a puzzled look on her face. "Oh yeah, you can't talk. Well, maybe you can write it down." she said to her. Alexandra got a small notepad and pen that was lying on the dresser and placed it next to her. Miranda started shaking her head. "Oh, don't worry I'll put these back on in a little bit, they must be uncomfortable anyhow." she said.
Miranda started vigorously shaking her head. Alexandra undid the belt and Mirandas arms worked themselves free. They grabbed the notepad and started tearing it to shreads. "Hey! Why are you doing that? You're supposed to write on it not rip it up!" she said to her. Mirandas eyes were full of sadness and frustration. She tried sitting on her hands but they worked themselves free. She was tearing up the bedsheets now. Alexandra knew that she was in trouble. Master had told her not to undo the restraints. She didn't listen. He was going to be so angry with her! She had to try to get Mirandas arms back in the restraints. She grabbed the restrains and got behind her. Miranda knew what she was trying to do, she sat there as still as she could while her arms continued tearing up the bedsheets. Alexandra had just gotten the belt fastened when the door opened and in walked Marcus.
His face had a look of sheer rage on it, but his movements were calm and careful. He approached them and took control of Mirandas body. She stood up and her arms went behind her back. He finished securing the restraints and ordered her to wait outside the room. She obediantly left the room. He stood there looking at Alexandra, his face filled with rage. "I told you not to remove her restraints." he said in a voice of forced calm. "Master I'm so sorry! I didn't know!" she cried. 'That's no excuse. You disobeyed me. Now you will be punished." he said in that forced calm voice. The idea of being punished didn't sound good to her, but she knew she deserved whatever punishment she had coming. "I understand." she said in a small meek voice. "Sleep..." he said. She suddenly felt very tired...his face was starting to blur...darkness closed over her and she was out...
Miranda stood out in the hallway. After Master rendered Alexandra unconscious he joined her out in the hall. He looked at her coldly, but after he read her mind, his expression grew warmer. "It's ok. I know you tried to warn her. I'm not angry or upset with you." he said giving her a small smile. She smiled back. He started walking and motioned for her to follow him. She happily did so. After a few turns down the corridors she realized where they were going. It was Masters playroom, where he liked to use many of his toys on his slaves. She could feel her pussy starting to get moist. The playroom was never used for punishment, there was another room for that. The only other time she had been in the playroom was a few months ago, and she had enjoyed it immensely. Marcus could sense her arousal. She had tried so hard to stop her arms from tearing, she had warned Alexandra the best she could. Most other people would either punish Miranda or punish them both, but after sensing how hard she tried to stop her hands from tearing up the notebook and bedsheets, he decided that she deserved a reward. Perhaps maybe through enough rewards she would eventually be able to gain some control over her hands whenever she spotted anything that she could tear up. Maybe she could ovecome it all together.
She entered the playroom and waited for master to decide what he was going to do to her. It looked pretty much the same as she remembered it. There were a couple new devices, but everything else was still there. There were so many things she had never experienced in here. He took control of her body and started to undo her restraints. He was going to try the pleasure suit on her. The pleasure suit was something he had just recently invented. It was a skintight shiny black suit made of a material he had invented. It would mold itself to her body. It would enter every curve and crevice. It would be almost like someone had painted her skin a shiny black color. The reason it conformed so tightly to a subjects skin was because the material also stimulated nerve endings anywhere on the subjects skin, especally the erogenous zones. Using his teleknetic power he got the suit fitted onto her and zipped up. While still keeping her body immobile, he got a special pair of gloves that were made just for her. These gloves were made so that they went on easy but once they were on, the hands and fingers became paralyzed and immobile. This was to stop her from trying to tear the suit off her body. The material that the suit was made of, while technologically advcanced, was far from indestructable.
Once the gloves were on he released his hold on her. Her hands tried in vein to grasp the suit to tear it. Her fingers remained totally straight and she couldn't move her hands at all. As her fingers tried desperately to move, she smiled. There was no way her hands were going to destroy anything with those gloves on. She actually felt more secure and safe when her arms or hands were restrained. He led her to a large cage with many ropes and straps attached to the bars. He placed her wrists in leather cuffs attached to the top of the cage. Her legs were spread and shackled to the cage floor. Many straps went around her body. He placed a thick collar around her neck which made her head completely immobile. Several more straps secured her arms and legs. By the time he was finished, she couldn't move any part of her body at all. All she could do was breathe and blink.
She felt completely content like that. The restraints didn't hurt, and she felt completely safe locked in the cage. She couldn't tear up anything now. She liked being tied up, being bound and completely helpless made her feel content. She saw Master picking up a small remote control. Suddenly she started to feel a kind of electrical stimulation at her pussy. The stimulation was mild and felt quite good. It started to slowly increase. She could feel the stimulation on her breasts now and even in her asshole. It continued to increase. She couldn't so much as moan, but her heavy breathing clearly gave away her aroused state. He increased the intensity to maximum and she started orgasaming. Her breathing became fast and heavy. He kept her orgasaming for close to an hour until he could sense that she was approaching extreme exaustion. He slowly decreased the pleasure until the suit was deactivated. Her breathing slowly returned to normal.
She knew it was over, but she didn't want to be untied. She wanted to stay like that for as long as she could. Her arms kept trying to free themselves but she knew the restraints wouldn't give. He sensed her desire and decided why not leave her in the cage for awhile. Strange as it would sound to most people this was too a reward. "I'm going to leave you here for a while to recover a bit and rest. I'll be back later to take you back to your cell." he said to her. She weakly smiled. He dimmed the lights and left her alone the room. She closed her eyes and slowly sank into a blissful revrie... Marcus headed for the slaves quarters where Alexandra was still unconscious. The playroom gave good slaves pleasure. However, the punishment room gave bad slaves pain and discomfort...and Alexandra was going throughly experiance a session in the punishment room...
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