Things were blurry at first, then the outlines of a large and sinister room came into focus. The room reminded Alexandra of a dungeon, a dungeon filled with torture instruments. She was on her hands and knees, and being able to move her head she deduced that she was in the center of the large room. Her wrists and legs were chained to bolts set in the concrete floor. A wide leather strap around her waist hooked to a chain that went up to the celing kept her body in a crawling position. Her legs were spread and her ass and pussy were totally exposed to the cold air. Behind her she could hear someone walking around. She deduced that it was her master, most likeky he was waiting for her to wake up. She was right. He came over to where she was. "The ungrateful bitch is awake I see." he said. His words were icy cold and she could detect a hint of anger in them. She started to speak. "Master, Please! I'm sorry! I didn't mean to--" "SILENCE BITCH!" he roared. She heard the sharp crack of a whip and felt a painful sting across her back. "You do not speak during a punishment session!" he roared. She started trembling so much that the chains connecting her arms to the bolts in the floor were clinking slightly. He walked around her in a circle, taking in a 360 degree view of her beautiful trembling body. When he passed her field of view she saw that he was wearing all black, and had a very cold, angry look on his handsome face.
He completed his 360 degree walk around her and stood behind her again. "You have a bit of a rebellious streak in you. You think my rules can be broken without consequences. Because you freed Miranda's arms, she tore up everything she could get her hands on!" he said. Alexandra looked around the room. "You won't find her in here. She has no control over what her arms do, in fact she's in the playroom enjoying her reward for trying to warn you. Of course you stupidly ignored her warning and knowingly disobeyed me." he said. She opened her mouth to speak but thought better of it and remained silent. She heard him grabbing something off a table. She heard a click, then an electrical sounding buzz that slowly grew louder. Her trembling increased and as he approached her, her bladder emptied itself directly into the large drain in the floor. She was frightened beyond rational thought, which is exactly what he wanted her to be. The electrical buzzing grew louder...or it was getting closer...She felt a cold metal tip press up against her pussy... Alexandras screams could be heard quite a distance from the punishment room. Wanda faintly heard them while in the kitchen preparing her masters dinner. From the dimming of the lights she assumed that master was using one of his electrical devices to punish Alexandra.
It was nearly an hour later. Alexandra lay on the floor sobbing. Her whole body hurt. her back and ass were covered with welts left from the whip. She had minor burns in the places where he had zapped her with that electrical wand. "Get up." he said to her. She weakly rose to her feet, still visibly trembling. "Turn around" he said. She turned around quickly, her trembling increased slightly. He put a leather strap around her stomach and attached a pair of leather cuffs to the back of it. He put her arms in the cuffs. She was now cuffed like Miranda. "For the next week your arms will be bound like Mirandas are. You will not be allowed to speak. You will be fed by Wanda and bathed by her. If you try to fight her I will give you a much harsher punishment." He turned her around. "Do you understand?" he asked her. She timidly nodded. "Good. Return to your room. Wanda will be there later to feed you." he said. She hurredly left the room, quietly sobbing.
Later on, Marcus sat in his study surfing the internet. He scanned the news sites as he usually did. Headlines about some war in a distant land, or the latest scandal did not interest him. He mainly scanned for anything about unusual people. Ever since he was young he had always believed that he was not alone, that others surely had abilities like his. He had met a few people over the years, but had determined them to be utter fakes. He scanned the articles on one news site. He brought up one that interested him. He started reading it and grew pale. The article was about a woman who had the power of telepathy. She could read minds and, what chilled him more then anything, alter minds by her will alone! In the article there was an interview. She described what it was like to be inside a persons mind...her description was disturbingly accurate. The more he read, the more convinced he became that she was not a fake. No fake could describe reading a mind that accurately...She used her powers to help female victims of cult brainwashing, the article said.
His anger started to flare up. A woman! A damn good looking woman who had the one thing he didn't! He could read minds and make people go to sleep, but he had to use machines to alter a womans mind! She could do it by will alone! And she was using her power to combat brainwashing! His anger got to the point where tiny cracks in the wine glass on his desk were forming. A woman...just like the many that had labeled him a freak...She was not deformed, yet she had powers! The article went on to give details of her life...She was a spoiled rich girl...with loving parents who died in a plane crash when she was 19. She had inherited their estate. Reading that sent his rage over the boiling point. The wine glass on his desk shattered. It was at that moment that his intelligent side took control. It was a failsafe that he had built into himself, to maintain control of his powers. If he got angry enough, he could make a building collapse. He put in the failsafe several months ago to keep him from doing something that he would regret after he calmed down. The plans for capturing her started to take shape in his mind and soothe his rage. First he would get a sample of her DNA and isolate the genes that gave her her abilities. Then he would change his own genetic makeup to acquire those powers. Then he would strengthen those powers, and strengthen them alot. When he was ready, he would return to where she lived and crush her mind. She would become his prize slave, a pretty little plaything that he would torture, torment, and humiliate...
As he hammered out the final details in his mind he started searching databases on the internet. The article had mentioned the name of the estate she lived in...all he needed was an address. He lucked out. He was able to find an address, history on the estate, a floor plan, and even the types of alarms that protected the estate. It was located in California...more then 1000 miles away from where he was. "Looks like I'll be taking a little road trip" he said to himself as he memorized the information. Only one question remained in his mind: When could he do it? The answer was: What was stopping him from doing it now? There was Alexandra, but he was sure Wanda could handle her. It was settled. He would leave right away and head for California to collect a DNA sample. He would return and analyze the DNA and then alter his genetic makeup. Then he would experiment...test his new abilities...the 4 girls he had driven insane... He would use them as test subjects. If all went well, Miranda would be his next test subject. If that went well, he would try to alter a free womans mind...And if that went well he would return to California and make that beautiful yet dangerous woman his own personal plaything...
He turned off the computer and went to the kitchen. Wanda had finished cooking dinner. She was busy arranging a one place setting for him. "Wanda. Sorry but I will not be eating here tonight. I'm leaving for a couple days. It's very important. I'm placing you in charge until I return. Miranda is in the playroom, Alexandra is in the slaves room. If Alexandra gives you any trouble, you have my permission to sedate her and keep her sedated until I return. She is to remain cuffed and not allowed to speak. If she speaks she is to be punished and gagged." he said. "Yes master." Wanda said. "I'll be back in a couple days." he said walking out of the kitchen. Wanda was mildly suprised and a bit disappointed. She had made quite a good meal for him. She sighed and started putting the plates and silverware away. She knew that whatever he was leaving for was important, so she wasn't too upset. Marcus went down the corrodors to the parking garage. He chose a fast yet comfortable luxary car and sped out of the garage into the night. After he left, the whole complex went into auto lockdown. No one could get in or out until he came back. Wanda heard the metal shutters clanking shut and she knew that her master was gone. She was not worried. She had been left in charge before and there was enough food and water in the storage rooms to last several months, and he was only going to be gone for a couple days. She put together a food cart and proceeded to the slaves bedroom to feed Alexandra and Vicky. She would escort Miranda back to her cell and feed her later, eat something herself, then get some sleep.
Marcus had been driving for several hours at well above the speed limit, only slowing down twice when his police radar detection system went off. It was well past midnight and the need for food was getting hard for him to ignore. Had he given more thought to it, he would have stayed for dinner and then hit the road. He spotted a sign for one of those 24 hour truck stop places and decided to stop there for a quick bite. He found a place to park near the freeway on ramp and quickly examined himself. With his dark suit he was pretty sure he could pass for a businessman. He disliked being around people in general, a legacy of looking like a freak for most of his life, and he always examined his clothes, and how he looked before he went into any place that had people. The truck stop was empty except for a couple truck drivers who were busy talking about what they were hauling and where they were going, and a waitress who was clearly heading into middle age. He sat down on a stool away from the two truck drivers and browsed through the menu. The usual burger and fries could be found instantly. There was steak, most likely a cheap cut of meat. Chili that didn't look very appetizing. He decided that a burger was about the only thing on the menu that he could eat without complaining about.
Wanda was getting ready for bed. Miranda was back in her cell, Alexandra and Vicky were asleep. From the marks she saw on Alexandras back, Wanda was pretty sure Master had worked her over good. She felt sorry for Alexandra, Wanda herself had been punished a couple times by Master for minor things... She would wake up tomorrow and fix breakfast for Alexandra, Vicky, and Miranda. She would check up on the other 4 girls to make sure the equipment keeping them alive was functioning properly, then she would treat herself to a nice soothing bath. She dozed off wondering where Master was now...
Marcus was back on the road heading for the state line. It was now approaching 2 AM and the need to sleep was starting to affect his driving. When he started to swerve he decided to finally pull over and get some sleep. He pulled his car over to the shoulder and cut the engine. Tomorrow he would reach California and collect that precious DNA sample Then he would floor it for home. Before he went to sleep, he heard a plane fly overhead. He could have saved time and flown to California, but he distrusted airplanes, and airports were always crowded with people. He could live with that if he had to, but he much preferred to drive. He closed his eyes and drifted off.......A sharp knock on his window awakened him. It was now morning. Startled, he turned to see who it was. It was a state trooper! The trooper motioned for him to roll down his window. Marcus did so. The trooper was an overweight balding middle aged man. Marcus calmly looked at him. "You okay? I saw ya pulled off to the shoulder. You having car trouble?" he asked him. "No. I just pulled over here to get some sleep. Been driving all night." he said to the trooper. "Really? Where ya headed?" he asked him. Marcus read the cops mind and realized the cop had run his license plate number through the computer in his car. "Sleep" Marcus said and the trooper started to fall to the ground. Marcus telekneticly levitated him to his car, then he accessed the cars computer and deleted any evidence that the cop had seen his car. Then he set the trooper down in the drivers seat and closed the door and went back to his car, started it up and sped away.
45 minutes later the trooper came to and was quite puzzled. He had been talking to a man and suddenly he had blacked out and now he was back in his car and the mans car was gone. He felt his head for any bumps or signs that he had been hit with something. He was fine. He checked the computer for the license plate number trace. There was no trace. The trooper blinked stupidly then decided that he probably pulled over for a short nap and dreamed the whole thing up. "Heh, I gotta stop working these long hours." he said to himself...
Marcus continued speeding along the freeway, always keeping an eye on his police detection system. It could sniff out a cops radar from several miles away and was much more advanced then the radar detectors sold at the average electronics store. He only stopped to fill up with gas or grab a quick bite to eat. He estimated that he would arrive in Califoirnia close to nightfall, then he would find the estate and break in and collect his prize...
Back at the complex, Wanda was getting breakfast ready for the other girls. Alexandra had suprisingly given her little trouble, she had been in a kind of shock ever since her punishment session with Master. Wanda felt a bit sorry for her but she knew that Alexandra was getting what she deserved. Miranda kept looking at Alexandra with a guilty look on her face. Later on, Wanda went down to the sub level to check on the other girls. The girls were housed in 4 seperate cells. They were suspended in the air by straps and wires and tubes ran out of their bodies. The wires monitored their vital signs and the tubes fed them nutrients and drugs and carried waste away. After trying several other options, Master had built the cells down here for them. Their minds were destroyed. All rational and coherant thought had been wiped out in his early experiments with them. He had built the cells to keep them from hurting themselves or his other slaves. He would restore their minds if and when he ever figured out how to do it. Wanda patiently waited for that day to come. She didn't really like coming down to this dreary place to check on the 4 vegtables or so she called them.
Over 1000 miles away from the complex, Marcus had finally reached the estate where his target lived. The sun was setting and he was somewhat tired from driving almost non stop since that morning. He parked his car nearly a mile away and decided to wait there until the sky was completely dark. While he was waiting he reviewed the plan in his mind. The lower windows were all connected to the alarm system, so entering through there would be a mistake. The only windows that were not hooked to any alarm, were the ones on the top floor, about 40 feet off the ground. He would have to levitate up to the top floor and open a window. Once inside, he would look for her bedroom where she would most likely be sleeping. From what he knew about her from browsing online, she didn't like staying up late and always went to bed at a reasonable hour. He would put her into a deeper sleep and pluck a few strands of her hair and seal them in a small container he had brought with him. Then he would leave and find a nice quiet out of the way place to pull over and sleep till morning, a place where no cops would find him. Then the next morning he would head for home.
The sky was dark now. It was time he decided. He got out of the car and headed for the estate. In a few minutes he reached the front gate. The gate was locked. The lock was an electronic lock, but he saw a keyhole for what he deduced was a manual override in case of power failure or a faulty circuit. He concentrated on the keyhole. he had used his teleknesis to pick locks before. All he had to do was make the pins line up just right and turn the lock. The lock slowly turned and the gate opened. He went inside and used his teleknesis to relock the gate. There was a long driveway leading up to the estate. He didn't have to worry about disturbing any guard dogs because he had learned that she posessed no pets. She lived all alone in that big house, protected only by security systems that he could easily bypass. He reached the front of the estate. The estate was completely dark. He decided to go around to the side of the large house. He looked around to make sure that nobody was around, he could have scanned for any minds close to him, but he feared that would wake up his target. With her powers, he couldn't risk anything that could wake her up right now. Confident that nobody was around to see him he levitated himself up to the top floor window. While floating outside the window he concentrated on the lock. Within a minute he had the window open and he climbed inside. There he rested for a few minutes. While he could control others bodies with little effort, making his own body defy gravity was not an easy feat for him. After sitting on the floor panting softly, he rose to his feet. He was inside, now it was time to find his target and collect a DNA sample.
Marcus quietly prowled the top floor. It and the floor below it were the two floors in the house that contained bedrooms. She was either sleeping in a room on this floor or the floor below. He walked around the top floor softly, searching for an occupied bedroom. He found her bedroom at the end of a hallway on the top floor. She was asleep. he quietly entered the room and softly muttered "Sleep". She was now in a much deeper sleep. He turned on the lamp next to her bed. She was even more beautiful in person then in any photo he had seen of her. Her long red hair was tucked behind her shoulders. Her face was beautiful. He gently touched her face. Her skin was so soft. He wanted her badly. His desire to have her right there and then was strong, but he resisted it. "No" he told himself "Not yet. Later... when you have the ability to enter her mind..." He took the small container out of his pocket and plucked a few hairs from her head and placed them in it. He closed it up and left the room. He was out of the house and back to his car in less then 10 minutes. He started it up and started heading home with his prize.
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