“BEEEERRRRRRRRROOOOOONNNNNNGGGGGGGGggggggggggggg”,”AAAAAAAAHHHHHHH, I’m up already, sheesh what time is it?”. “It is 6:35 AM, slave welcome to your new life.” Oh great now I’m being woken up by a computer system that sounds like my third grade math teacher. 

”6:35? Give me a few more minutes, I had a bad night.” God was I grumpy in the mornings, “I’m sorry slave but I cannot allow that,” suddenly extreme pain shot clear through my body, as several hundred volts of electricity was sent through the bed and me along with it. I jumped, hell I flew out of the bed and just stood there on the floor. ”Man that’s one way to get you to do something,” I thought as I stood there examining my body for damage. Whew, nothing serious, I looked up and noticed that the bed was gone, I later found out that it would lower into the floor when not in use. Well that would help with keeping things tidy.

“Good morning beautiful, are you ready to start the day?” Him again, if I could just get my hands around his throat, “I hope you had a good nights rest, you’ve got a very busy day today.” I just wish you'd die you low life piece of shit! "ah ah ah you shouldn't make wishes you know I can't keep?" Oh great I started thinking out loud. "Now it is time for you to exercise, please go to the exercise area and start on your ten mile run. “I looked around the whole room, there at the far left corner was an area with mats weights and exercise machines. I went over and sat down in front of the dining table instead.

“I SAID GO TO THE FUCKING EXERCISE AREA!!!" 

A huge shock went through my body, I jumped out of the chair, this guy was crazy he's rigged the entire cell to send electrical charges through everything, I wonder if I'd get a shock if I looked at myself funny in the bathroom mirror. Grudgingly I walked over to the exercise area of my prison, and stepped onto the treadmill, “now please place your hands on the handrails,” I grabbed the soft covered handlebars of the treadmill, and a small amount of electricity caused my hands to grip the handles, I couldn't move them for all I was worth. The treadmill started up slowly but within a few minutes it had got me up to a good trot, as I was lightly running he came into the room, he started for me and I averted my eyes from him, I didn't want to see him and I sure didn't want him to know just how mad I was. 

“Good, you'll be fit in no time my little trollop,” he said as he brung a rounded pipe-like structure around my neck, it was a very smooth collar of the lightest metal I have ever felt, it was warm to the touch, I heard the click of the locking of the collar and knew it might never come off. He had two more collars that went around my wrists and ankles, at this time my ten mile run was coming to a close. He stepped back and waited for the machine to stop. The current running through my hands shut down and I glided to a stop, I thought this is my chance. I jumped up towards my captor only to receive a huge jolt of electricity through my body, "HAHAHAHAHA, I knew you'd try something like that, and it's sort of fun to watch the computer systems jump in at any time to control my pets.” he laughed, “Now why don't we have breakfast together and you can ask any question you wish of me?"

  We were sitting at the table in front of the kitchen, having a wonderful meal of eggs, toast, sausages, and pancakes, along with orange juice and milk. All in all it wasn't quite bad, although I was still a prisoner in this hellhole. “Have you done this kind of thing for long?” I asked him,"Well,,,yes I've done this for twenty years now, I have kidnapped people for others and trained them to be their slaves for a very high price, but I've never had one for myself, not until now.” I worried, I knew that he was telling the truth, I could see it in his eyes. 

"Why,,,why me, I've done nothing to you, I don't even know you, all I know is that you have a very expensive room, for a very expensive hobby?” I knew that if I kept him talking I could at least get information about my situation.” Your right you don't know me, and you never knew me in high school either, but we shared the same type of life way back then.” Now I knew why he looked so familiar but I had to confirm it,” Your Johnny Cied you were in my Geography class during 8th grade?",,"that’s right, I was, what you call me? The nutcase of bleither High? I was the one that was sending you those anonymous letters through your locker, I know you liked them, but you still went out with Henry Blackfoot that Indian dude on the football team. I felt so bad back then.” 

I remembered, Henry was a very handsome man, he had such beautifully strong muscles, long jet black hair and sky blue eyes, he almost didn't look like a Native/American but his heritage made him an heir apparent to the Blackfoot society along with several million in stock and estate funds, and he always picked on this sqauwny little kid that was now my captor. I started to feel sorry for him, as I did back then, I thought he was a nice person, but then I realised that he was my jailer, and I was starting to feel compassion for him. I hopped out of the chair and went over to the kitchen island with my orange juice, I had to get a hold of myself.” I see you need to be alone for awhile, so I'll leave, but I'll be back soon. Don’t do anything stupid now, will you." "NO, wait I want to talk more, please?" this will be my only chance to find out if I could talk him into releasing me,"What else do you want to talk about? maybe about trying to escape? see if anyone has made it perhaps?” 

How did he know what I was thinking? "No, no one has succeeded in escape from my clutches, the last one to try, unfortunately was terminated, by me.Of course I don't really care if you live or die, but if it's death you want, it will be slow and very painful.” I felt sick, I looked down at my hands and a tear dropped from my face. He was so, so evil... I just wish I could die, but he’d probably relish it. I looked at him with haunted eyes, “I see you’re not feeling well, I’ll be back in a few hours, and I’ll even bring along my scrapbook, to let you see the wonderful life you will be going through for the rest of your life.” With that he was out the door, I threw my glass of juice at the door as it clanged shut, and yelled a horrible name at his back, then fell to my knees crying.
 

Chapter:4
 

 The rest of the day went by slowly, he had returned with a huge book of photographs. The photos were of the best quality, but they depicted several women, and a few men in very severe bondage, and torture, one section was named “FAILURES: of the past” they were horrid, he pointed to one picture in this chapter of his dirty little world and stated she was the one I was replacing. Those pictures will haunt me till the day I die. 

She was pretty, about 17 or 18,with blonde hair and hazel eyes, in the first picture she was being tied down very tightly on what he called a bondage bench, her legs were spread and tied tightly to two 2x4’s that stretched her legs out from the center of the bench, it looked like her legs were dislocated, the next picture showed, her with him pouring something upon her body, he told me it was tiger balm, it looked like it was burning her to death, the next picture showed him applying a system of tubes into her mouth, the next picture showed him pouring cement in and over her face and mouth. The last picture showed him burying her from the neck down somewhere outside, all that could be seen was a huge globe with a birdbath on top. But he confirmed that it was her, the tubes led to the bottom of the birdbath, she lived for only two days since the storm was severe he didn’t go check to see if she was liking her little piece of freedom. 

I wanted to complain to him, to beg for him to not show me anymore, but he had tied me to a post on the mid western part of the room before he started to show what he called his “artwork”, there were more pictures in the scrapbook but I didn’t care, all I wanted to do was leave. When he finished he went to work untying and retying me in different positions upon the post, in one such position my legs were wrapped around my body and my ankles tied around my throat, my hands were wrapped around my thighs and tied behind my back, he then started whipping me, with a few coils of rope, it hurt but I couldn’t beg for him to stop, he had placed a huge rubber ball into my mouth, it looked like I was trying to hold onto a grapefruit with my mouth alone. The rope slashed down upon my pussy several times as he took careful aim, each one timed so that I would not get used to the torture he was placing me in. After the final blow landed, he rubbed my pussy and moaned passionately.” That my dear slave was your punishment I promised you, remember it well.” And with that he left, I struggled to try and get into a better position but it was useless, I was tied tight, and could hardly budge. Oh how did I wind up in these things, my pussy was sore, my back ached, and I had to go to the bathroom real bad.

 By late evening, he had returned. He was dressed as though he was going to a party, I didn’t know it then, but he was giving a party in the mansion upstairs. “How are you doing?” He asked as he came over to untie me, ”Mmmmmph-grph mph!” I responded, since I still had the huge ballgag in my mouth. He released my legs from there painful position and retied them, he released my wrists and left them untied. “I’m busy tonight so you go ahead and get ready for bed, you can have a long shower before lights out. I’ll see you in the morning.” And with that he was gone.

  I untied my feet and headed for the shower, I hurt all over but was happy I didn’t get anything worse than a whip burn on my neither regions. As I turned on the shower I wondered what I would look like after all this is done and over with? I wondered if this advanced computer system that was my electronic jailer could answer some questions, "computer, can I ask you something?” I said, “you already have slave” ah crap, a comedian also “Do you know what is to be my fate?” this time the computer took a few minutes to think it over.” Your answer slave is one of many, you could be given to one of our customers, but I believe you are to be kept by my creator”. 

Hmmm, this sounded dismal ”tell me who else could I belong too, if I don’t work out too well for your,,,ummm,,, creator?”. “Well for instance slave you could belong to an Iraqian who loves to run his slaves Male and Female through a maze with their hands tied behind them, as they are running their bodies are covered with a chemical gel that simulates the scent of female scorpions in heat, they have to get to the other end before the male scorpions can find and sting them to death, as of this date no one has ever made it to the finish line, then there is the Russian who runs his slave girls through a salt mine in Yugoslavia, but naked, they are blind and the salt eats away their skin after five months of working their cute asses off, they also die of pneumonia. Then there is Mustafa who,,,,” “stop I’ve heard enough”. My stomach rolled as I heard of all the cruel things people did to others, I tried to relax in the hot steamy shower, but thoughts of death and pain and suffering kept running through my mind, I stepped out of the shower and dried off, then went to the kitchen and fixed myself a hot chocolate to help me get to sleep better. All in all it was a long and hard suffered day.

01/03/02