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NMSilverFox -> The Taking (11/9/2004 6:12:48 AM)
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"Wha?!! Ummm!" The cold floor in the dark room echoed the sound of John's waking. He opened his eyes and couldn't see a thing.The room was absolutely dark. It felt like he was in a warehouse of some sort. Slowly he began to rise.''Ow!! What th-FUCK!" Johns head had struck metal some three feet from the floor. He reached for his head. The next suprise was finding his arms shackled to a belt at his side. Other than that he was nude. He lay back down and felt around with his feet. Discovering in the dark that he was contained in a small barred cell. Some six feet square and three feet high.
"HEY!!! WHAT KIND OF FUCKIN PLACE IS THIS?!!! ANYBODY!!" He began to get angry. This had the fortunate effect of clearing his head though not his violent headache.
In the distance, a large bay door was being rolled up. LIght poured in. Sillouetting two human figures within the center of the opening. It seemed to John that the door was some 50 feet away. The figures began to walk over to him. One of them pulled down the door and a single light just in front of the cage came on. Despite his continued vocal extremis, the two people did not say a word. They simply walked over to his cage and one of them held out a cattle prod. Both were men. Neither said a word. The one without the prod moved to the opposite side of the cage from his partner. The man with the prod moved forward, threading the prod into the bars. John naturally backed to the far side of the small enclosure. The man in back had no problem grasping his head and slipping the unseen syringe in the side of Johns neck.
The effect was immediate. John had taken acid back in the sixties. At first he began to panic but quickly realized that would be fruitless. He decided to try and roll with it.
Fear... despite his surrender and the drug, plagued him. The cage door was opened. "Feeling better man?" The guy with the prod asked in a casually friendly manner. "We're not here to harm you. So relax. We're gonna take a little trip and you won't be hurt as long as you don't fight. Any questions?"
"Tons! Who the fuck are you people and what is going on for starters?"
"We are "the fuck" employees of your new owner. And you are being taken to live and die in your "the fuck" dreams." The men both chuckled at their self serving humor. You've been on the internet telling all sorts of folks just how you want to be. Just what you want to do. The life you would like to live for years now. Our employer sent you a file once that had a virus on it. The trojan in your system was never detected and sent a wealth of information to us. And now you are on the first step in living your dream. Not many people get that option. Our employer is very impressed with you and decided to take you."
"Who is your "employer!" He was answered by strong hands hauling him from the cage. Followed by swift knee to his groin. This was all the answer that John needed at the time. But one of the men offered one bit of advice.
"Thats on a need to know basis John. The only thing you need to know is that you are for all intents and purposes dead. You're family will profit from your insurance policy and you are never going back. Enough chit chat." The man placed a leather gag in Johns mouth and bound it firmly around the back of his head. "We are required not to hurt you unless we have to. Don't force our hand, and you might actually enjoy this."
The two men lay him on his belly over the cage. One brought a hose over and filled Johns intenstines slowly with water. They let him void on the warehouse floor. Then they repeated the process twice. Once they were sure he was emptied. One of the men hosed the waste into a large drain. While the other fitted the back side of Johns left forearm with an introvenious needle.
He smiled at John. Who chuckled uncontrollably under his gag at the way his captors smile waivered in a melting sort of way. "Hey man.. If you're good, maybe we'll give ya some more candy." The men placed cuffs connected by a chain on Johns ankles. They obviously wanted to insure his compliance. He was guided from the warehouse outside. The shimmering brightness told him he was in the desert. By appearances, they were at a deserted airstrip. A large windowless delivery van waited outside. One of the men opened the door. The other helped John step inside. They opened up a large crate. Inside was a chair and a tv/video combination. There was also some attachments that were of obvious intent. Johns hands were unclasped and he was bent over. Something was forced in his anus. Dispite his angst and grunts he found afterward that It fitted not too uncomfortably. He was then placed in the chair. Straps held his arms, wrists, and still bound legs to the frame. A head set was placed on his ears. His gag was replaced with a device that nearly filled his mouth. There was a hole from which ran a tube. The tube went to something out of view under the seat. Next a very slender steel rod was inserted carefully in his urethra. From the end of this ran a small electric cord. Again to somewhere under the seat. An i/v drip was fitted to the needle taped in his arm. He could see some clear liquid begin to slowly drip into the tube. "Just saline solution man. Don't want you dehidrated" He then reached under the chair. John could hear a subtle hiss of a valve being opened. Finally he turned on the video monitor which only returned snow to the screen. He patted john on the shoulder and said one word. "Enjoy".
John was entombed in the crate. He had seen that there was heavy insulation on the inside, so sound any sound he might make would not be noticed outside. Now he sat. His mind flying on the lsd yet he felt a wonderful calm. Perhaps there was something else in that injection. The snow on the video screen brightened his chamber and he could see wonderful colors flying within the snow.
He could feel movement as the van began to roll. The screen before him flipped to the face of a woman. Her smiling face was framed in ashen blond hair. "Welcome to my world. You don't know me John, but I know you very well. This elaborate contrivence was actually created partly with your help. I met you in a chat room some four years ago. In an instant message you told me that were you given the opportunity you would become a no limits slave. The problem you gave at the time were your familial responsibilities. I've kept diligent records. In fact, as my men told you I inserted a virus in your hard drive in an email story I sent you once long ago. Since that time I have had total access to all your fantasies and been able to confirm certain things about you. I know where you have worked over the last 4 years." She began to rattle off his places of employment and their phone numbers. She knew details about him that made him shiver with the knowledge that he was so utterly naked. Not just the physical nakedness mind you, but that she had him absolutely in her grip. For the next hour or so she displayed copies of everything he had ever sent over the internet. From instant messages to newsgroup access. She didn't need to go very long to fully convince him that he was in for a real ride. She literally had everything on him. Despite his altered mental state. A feeling of doom came over him. He knew his life was undone.
She stopped talking. Her face smiled broadly. Opening up her hand she revealed a control unit. Just a joystick handle with two buttons on it. "This is not a recording baby. It's live. Let me demonstrate..." She pressed the button on the top and John felt a mild electric jolt in his penis. She pressed another one and his anus felt the same surge. Glancing down he could see his erect penis surging with the current. It felt horrible and wonderful at the same time. The taste of the air changed on his tube and he began to feel even more light headed than before.
"Nitrus baby. Ohhh you're going to enjoy this. For the rest of your journey you will be introduced to your new life. Rules of the road so to speak. Pay attention slave. You have no choice in this. That was given up the day you told me what you wanted. I've been spending the last four years watching your progress. Waiting until you were ready to embark on your desires. Now I'm going to provide them. More darkly than you ever imagined. Watch and learn what will be expected of you."
The screen changed to a camera shot of a spartan room. Within the room was a small bed. Above the bed on the wall, two metal cuffs could be seen just below the ceiling. He could make out a single light and a bathroom that could be seen in the back. There was also a wardrobe and a small bookcase with books in it.
"This will be your quarters. You will have assigned reading and excercise during the times you are not in use. The environmental controls are set so that you will not have need of clothes from now on. Notice the rings in the wall behind the bed. At my sole disretion you may be hung from those rings for any reason I choose. When not cuffed to the wall you may use the bed. In the locked wardrobe are all your needs. From personal torment tools to your castity belt. I know how much trouble you have controling your sex. That is now in my control. As far as you're concerned you've had your last orgasm. All future releases you might have will be at my discretion. You will not have them without my causing them.
I have a doctor who knows of what I do. In fact, she is fellow dominant. She will take care of all your medical needs.
Know this. You have no choice in the matter. Attempts at escape will be dealt with swiftly. Death is an option though one of last resort. I expect you to rebel at first and am fully prepared for it. If you want hell baby. Be my guest.
Your burned and crashed truck will be found soon. Your wedding ring and other effects will be found among stray bones and shreaded clothing. The authorities will assume that beasts got to you and dragged your body off. A nominal search will ensue but after finding further sparse evidence of their theory. They will call it off and declare you dead. You don't exist. The sooner you face this the better off it will be for you. I don't personally care if you accept it or not. In fact I hope you don't. It's part of my training plan for you to bring you to this. Soon .... very soon you will call me Goddess. And I will be. I will possess your mind and your heart as well as your flesh."
Accompanying her speech were video footage of a huge estate. There were High walls and gates that appeared formidable. The camera panned down what appeared to be a long dirt road. It seemed very secluded.
Something happened to John at that moment. He resigned. He hoped that he would endure all the torments his mind had dreamed of. He realized that his dream had come true. And he relaxed. He began to revel in the impluses surging through his body. At that moment he knew what he would do the moment he saw her. Who ever she was.... He knew he would kneel.
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Reunion
When John awoke again, he was disoriented. The video monitor was as black his small cell. He also had an intense need to urinate. The only other connection he had was the feel of the vehicle moving interminably down the highway. The need to void got worse and he began to struggle. Someone must have known, because the van drew to a halt.
The door opened with blinding light flooding in. John shouted in his gag and struggled in his chair.
"All right.. all right don't get your panties in a wad." Spoke a familliar male voice. Rather than haul him out into traffic. They simply removed the electric catheter and let him piss in a bottle. "You probably need to shit too but that's gonna haf - ta wait. We've been on the road for about 7 hours now and we've only got a couple more ta go. So do us all a favor will ya? Squeeze." The man resealed the compartment and John was again in blackness. Fortunately for him someone turned the nitrus back on so he could at least enjoy the rest of the trip. As the drug took hold, John grew hard again. Thinking of what may come.
Oxygen drove the cobwebs of the nitrus from his mind. And him from his blissful fantasy. The case was opened and the two men helped their captive out of the crate.
"Don't try to fuck with us here. You do and there'll be hell ta pay." One grasped John by the jaw and looked him in the eye. "Cool?" John nodded his reply as the gag had not been taken out yet.
Outside the van John and his captors stood inside the same walled in yard area from the video. Benieth his bare feet was a comfortable carpet of well manicured fescue. The air was fortunately warm on his skin. His wrists were fitted into the same belt as before the trip. His escorts guided him into a small house on the side of the main building.
The inside showed to be a sort of guest house or servants quarters. A small living room with a sofa bed and a wardrobe held off a kitchen and a bath. The only door and window were in the main room. He was unfettered and handed a razor a bar of soap a pair of sissors and a bottle of nair. "Everything but the lashes and brows buddy. Whats left is up to us and you don't want that." John just nodded and closed the bathroom door behind him.
He was in a good form when he stepped out. "Nuthin like a good three-s."
"Three S?" Questioned one of the guards.
"Yeah Shit, shower and shave." John had a wining smile. The guard laughed.
"Well then "S" boy let's see how ya did?" He answered in mocking tones. John was for the most part hairless. He missed some spots on his back and the back of his legs. But all in all they didnt have to take much off. Instead of using a dry razor like they were thinking of they simply finished off the job. "Know why this was done?"
"Nope tell me" John was stoic.
"She wants you like a newborn. Fresh. So she can fashion you as she pleases. Come on. Time you two met."
John was escorted into the main house. The large domed entry rose to over thirty feet. He was immediately impressed with the size of the place. A large double staircase wound up to the second floor. His new friends led him straight back into what looked like a gym or training room. The man left him at the door. "Enjoy." was all he said before he left.
John stood more naked than he had ever been in his life. No hair on his clotheless body. In a room that had the impression of subdued oppulence. In the corner of the room was a desk with two chairs. Next to the desk was a cupboard. Well finished cherry hardwood doors gave no hint as to its contents. The floor itself was padded. Hard rubber foam of the kind that are in newer playgrounds covered the whole of it. There were excersise machines and gymnasium equipment as well. John decided to stand and wander rather than sit. He resisted the insane temptation to see what was in the lone cupboard. Instead he examined a treadmill in the opposite corner from the desk.
"Like what you see?" John looked up with a start in the direction of the voice. It was her voice. She was dressed in a black excercise leotard. Her auburn hair was pulled back in a bun. Her form, very easy on the eye. She looked to be ten years his junior. To his eyes she wasn't exactly Heather Locklear but her visage made him smile.
"Why yes... yes I do." His eyes lit up as he attempted to turn on the charm but she would have none of it.
"Lets get down to it then." Her voice was all business. Her eyes were ice. "Here's the deal. You and I are going to have a fight. Right here. Right now. Who ever wins keeps all this. Including the loser. You will fight me and you will fight to win." She assumed a wrestlers fighting stance. "Comeon asshole!"
He out sized this girl by at least 60 pounds. This was going to be easy. He decided not to hurt her but just make sure he won fairly. John hunched over and moved in slowly. She spun quickly to her right but John caught her left foot in his hand just before she would have hit him in the right cheek. "Damn Girl you're good!"
She smiled and leaned forward with her back to him. He had no idea that she was going to roll using that foot as a pivot point. By the time her right foot made contact with the left side of his head it was too late. John went down. She moved with lightning speed. Before he could stand she was back up. One foot went to his groin and her curled fingers jabbed him in the larynx. The fight was over before he even got a blow in. John lay fetally. Helpless on the padding with his hands holding his crotch unable even to yell. He could only caugh and groan instead
"Get up and come over here when you can John." The tears filled his eyes so that he couldn't see but a blur move over to the desk. In a few moments he was able to rise to his knees and nearly crawl over toward the desk. "Have a seat." Her tone was relaxed. Effortlessly nonchallant. He nearly fell into the chair. "I do that with everyone who comes here. As you can see.. No ones beaten me yet. Pleased to meet you John." She offered her hand. "I'm Anne."
His mined raced. The realization struck him like a howitzer. "Anne?" He couldn't believe it. "ANNE?!!"
She stood and went to the cupboard. Drawing from it two goblets and a bottle of burgandy. "Yes it's me, your first on line lover." Her smile was radiant. "You have met me online under many different names." She began to rattle them off as she poured the wine. "This mansion will be your home for the rest of your days. From now on you will do nothing but breath and produce waste without my express design and will involved. In some cases even they won't occur without my say so. You will obey every order given you regardless of who gives it. I know you are firecly heterosexual but that doesn't matter anymore. The old you died at the edge of a cliff on a mountain road. Today is your rebirth. You will call me Mother. Now drink your wine."
Nervously John drank. Her eyes captured his and it was over. Once he saw them he knew. He could never go back. She stood and walked to the back wall of the gym. A door opened before her that John had not even known was there. "Come pet." She smiled. Come relish the pain and delight I have in store for you."
"John rose and set down the empty glass. She took his hand and together they dissapeared behind that door. Just before it closed two words could be heard coming from the other side. "Yes Mother."
~fini~
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