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A young blond woman sat on the sofa with a book in her hands, but she was not reading it. She simply stared at the words without taking them in. It was as if she was merely acting the part of a reader. This went on for several minutes.
Footsteps sounded from outside and the woman got to her feet. The door opened and a young handsome man walked in.
“Cal, welcome home,” said the woman warmly.
“Hey there,” said Cal smiling. He went up to the woman and kissed her. “It’s good to see you.”
“How was work?” asked the woman.
“Oh you know, Joe is really on my case,” answered Cal. “He keeps trying to get me to do different stories, but I know that there’s something solid here. I just need some more time to prove it.”
“Let me make you dinner and you can tell me all about it,” said the woman.
The man hung up his coat. Man, this thing has taken off like a rocket. Only a few months and we’ve moved in together.
The woman went into the kitchen.
“You need help, Mary?” asked Cal.
“No, I got it,” answered Mary taking a bowl out of a cupboard.
“I just don’t think pretty ladies should work so hard,” said Cal.
Mary stood there for a moment. Her face was blank as she seemed to stare into air. After a minute she took a deep breath and went back to gathering utensils. There appeared to be no change in her appearance from before despite what was going on inside her.

The Past

The woman Cal called Mary was sitting on a desk typing at her computer. After a moment she stopped and read over what she had written. After spotting a few typos she started to correct them when someone bumped into her desk.
The secretary looked up to see her boss, Kevin Gordon. “Sorry, I guess I wasn’t looking where I was going,” he said with a smile.
“That’s alright,” said the secretary returning the smile. A cup full of pens had been knocked over. She turned the cup back up and was picking up the pens when Gordon leaned in close to her.
“How are you doing today?” he asked.
“Fine,” answered the secretary starting to feel uncomfortable.
“It seems like the new job is working out,” said Gordon.
“It is, thank you,” said the secretary. “Is there something I can help you with?”
“No, I just want to check in and make sure that you were adjusting well.”
“Thank you, Sir.”
“How about we grab a drink after work and you can tell me how things are going,” said Gordon.
The woman’s heart started to race. Remember, you need this job, she thought. “No thank you, Sir. I’m afraid . . . that I already have plans.”
“Are you sure?” asked Gordon. “Why don’t you change them? We can have a lot of fun. Pretty women shouldn’t work too hard.”
The woman felt a bead of sweat go down the side of her neck. “I sorry but I can’t. Now, if you don’t mind, Sir, I have to get back to work.”
“Come on, Sweetheart,” said Gordon.
“Will you please leave me alone,” snapped the woman. “I said No!” She stopped herself and then looked at Gordon frighten.
The smile remained on Gordon’s face. “Well, . . . I’ll just leave you to your work.” He walked away in what seemed like a calm matter.
The woman sat there for a minute. I’m going to get fried.

That night the woman turned off the light in her living room. I can’t wait to meet the girls tomorrow. A day shopping is just what I need with all this stress. She left the room and started to head down the hallway towards her bedroom.
Suddenly the woman heard a creaking sound and stopped. What was that? Out of nowhere two strong hands grabbed her. She cried shortly before something was pressed over her face. A strange smell filled her mouth and nose. She thrashed about in a wild frenzy and struggled with the arms holding her.
The intruder swung the woman around as she struggled with him. One hand gripped her body while the other held onto her face. The edges of her white nightgown swirled about as she twisted and kicked about. She struck at his arms, but it did not nothing.
Eventually her movements grew weaker. The intruder held on as the woman slowed down. Soon her eyes rolled up in her head and her body went limped. He held on for a couple of more moments and removed the chemical-soaked pad from her face. Say goodbye to your old life, thought the intruder. He dragged her through the darken living room.

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The Present


“What do you think of this?” asked Cal. He was holding up a pear. “You think it’s ripe enough?” They were at a farmer’s market.
Mary took the fruit. “It seems fine,” she said.
“You always say that,” said Cal. He looked over the other baskets of fruit at the stand. “What would you like for our picnic?”
“I don’t know,” said Mary. “What you think would be best?”
“Come on, don’t be like that,” said Cal. “You hardly ever choose anything. This might sound crazy, but I’m tired of always being the one who picks the restaurant for dinner.”
Mary looked at the pear as if it held an answer to a great mystery.
“I’m just asking what you would like to eat not the secret to nuclear fission,” said Cal. He turned away and looked over the other stands. “They don’t have watermelon. Maybe we can pick it up at the store.”
“You want to have watermelon?” asked Mary.
“It’s great for picnics,” said Cal turning back to her with a smile. “Maybe we should get something to drink like some wine coolers or something.”
The walked through the market for a couple of minutes. Cal suddenly stopped in front of a stand.
“They have watermelon?” asked Mary.
“No,” answered Cal. He suddenly turned around. He was holding a rose that he had plucked from the stand’s selection of flowers. “This is for you.” He handed her the rose.
Mary looked at it and then back at Cal. Her heart beat faster than before. “Thank you,” she said.


The Past


The woman started to wake up. She vaguely noticed a soreness in her arms as she started to stir. She realized that her arms and legs were spread out and this puzzled her.
Suddenly the woman fully awakened and what she was seeing shocked her. What’s going on? she wondered not understanding what her senses were telling her.
The woman’s wrists and ankles were each secured with a rope that led out in a diagonal line securing her body in an X position several feet off the floor. She was also naked.
“You are awake,” said a voice from out of nowhere. It was scrambled and sounded more machine than human.
“What’s going on?” asked the woman terrified. “Where am I!?”
“You are at the beginning,” answered the voice. “You will be instructed in your new reality.”
“What!?”
“The time has come for you to be reborn. Your old life is over. You should have said yes to Mr. Gordon.”
“What? This is about Mr. Gordon? I . . .”
“We will now begin,” said the voice interrupting her. Bright lights began to flash repeatedly in the room. High pitched screeching sounds filled the air.
“Ahh,” cried the woman as her senses were assaulted.

A short distance away, in a darken room, several figures watched on computer screens as the woman endure the lights and sounds.

The woman shut her eyes, but the lights seemed to pierce her eyelids. The sounds made her head ring. After a few minutes the ropes holding her arms and legs seemed to pull them tighter. She grunted as she felt herself being stretched. As time passed a coating of sweat formed on her nude body.
The woman swung her head around and occasionally cried out. She rolled her hands and feet. Time passed like quicksand. She hung up there as the sights and sounds relentlessly assaulted her. Some of her sweat soaked hair got into her face and she tried to shake it off. It took several attempts, but the hair moved. Every so often the ropes pulled on her a little bit more.
At first the woman pulled at the ropes trying to get free but eventually she became weaker from what was being done to her. She desperately looked around for a way out of or someone to plead with, but the flashing lights kept her practically blind. The sounds made it hard to think and she could barely remember that this ordeal was connected to her new boss. She occasionally tried to beg for them to stop but her voice was drowned out by the screeching.
After what seemed like an eternity, the woman’s head rolled over her shoulder. She was barely conscious. Her arms and legs felt like they were being torn off. Bits of sweat dripped from her body onto the hard wood floor. The lights and sounds continued relentlessly.
After a while the lights stopped flashing and the sounds stopped. The woman let out a slight whimper of relief. A few minutes later the ropes holding her loosen and she was lowered to the floor. She laid there as she was spent from enduring the torture.
Suddenly a door opened, and a figure came into the room. The woman lifted her head a bit and saw that it was Gordon looking down on her smugly.
“Bet you wished you had that drink,” said Gordon.
“Why?” asked the woman weakly.
“It had to be someone,” answered Gordon. “You didn’t do yourself any favors by refusing my generous offer.”
“Please, I . . .,” began the woman.
“Shut it,” said Gordon. He put his foot on her head and pushed her face to the floor. “You’re ours now and we’re going to get some use out of you. You’ll do what we want because, in the end you’ll see that there is nothing else for you to do. Welcome to your new existence.”
Gordon removed his foot and started to leave the room. He stopped and turned to the woman. “By the way, we’ve decided that for now on your name is Mary.”
He left the room as the woman laid there.



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The Present


Mary let out a loud groan as Cal thrust into her again and again. They were naked on his bed. He closed his eyes and rode the wave of pleasure he was feeling. They continued thrusting into each other for several more minutes. Cal leaned down towards Mary. He held her wrists as he looked into her eyes. He could not tell what, but he saw something in her eyes, some emotion he felt was important. After a few more minutes Cal closed his eyes and raised back his head as he felt his climax start to build.
Mary laid there doing relatively little. She just watched as Cal silently gasped. He gave several hard stabbings with his penis as he came. Mary felt him come inside her. She closed her eyes and felt them water a bit. Suddenly she felt her own small orgasm.
After a moment, Cal got off her and laid down beside her. He took a moment to slow down his breathing as they laid together.
“That was amazing,” said Cal.
“Yes,” said Mary not looking at him.
“Is there something wrong?” asked Cal concerned.
“No, everything is fine,” answered Mary turning to him.
“Good,” answered Cal. He turned onto his back and laid there with his eyes closed for a few moments. He then opened them and turned back to Mary.
Mary laid there with her eyes opened. She was staring ahead and once again Cal was puzzled by her reaction. Half the time I don’t know what goes through her head, he thought. Maybe that why I like her so much. 
Mary felt a swirling of emotions go through her and stopped herself from crying out. She simply laid there and thought about what she was told to do.
“Hey, how are you doing?” asked Cal.
Mary turned to him. “I’m fine,” she said with a small smile on her face.
“I know we just did it, but I was wondering if you gave any thought to what I suggested.” Cal turned around and reached for a drawer by the bed. He took out a pair of handcuffs from it and showed them to Mary. “It could be fun.”
Mary kept the smile on her face. “No, I don’t think so.”
“It’s OK,” said Cal returning the cuffs to the drawer. “It’s just something I thought you might want to try out. Don’t worry. I won’t force you. I’m very flexible.”
Cal leaned over to Mary and took her in his arms. She stiffened for a moment but then relaxed her body. She closed her eyes as they then laid together.



The Past

 

Mary was in a chair with her wrists tied to the arms and her legs tied to it’s legs. Her eyes were taped open, and a metal collar attached to the chair’s back kept her head straight. Before her was a large screen flashing a series of bizarre images. Loud awful sounds that sounded like the screeching from earlier filled the air.
Mary clenched her body as she was forced to watch the images. Please God make it stop. I just want it to stop!
The images shot across the screen. Men throwing bodies into a ditch, giant explosions, and other sights played before her. Moving too fast for her to consciously notice words like Obey and Listen flashed on the screen. The viewing seemed to last forever like the last experience. She had fallen unconscious while on the floor and when she woke up, she was in the chair. The images and sounds started soon after.

After an unknown length of time the images and sounds stopped. Oh thank God! Mary nearly cried out in relief.

Suddenly a new image appeared on the screen. A female news anchor well known in the area was giving a report. Across the bottom of the screen were the words “Fire Claims One”. “Officials aren’t saying what was the cause of the fire, but they have released the name of the single resident of the apartment as the lone victim of the blaze,” said the announcer.
The picture of the woman appeared on the screen next to the announcer who said her previous name. “ . . . was announced dead at the scene. No word yet on what arrangements have been by the family.” The announcer then began to go to another news story when her image disappeared from the screen replaced by the words “A body was secured from the morgue. It was badly burned but we had it identified as you.” Those words were replaced by “No one is coming to save you. You belong to us!”

My family, my friends! They all think I’m dead!? Mary let out a wail. Tears ran down her face. “No,” she moaned. She sat there weeping for several minutes.

The door to the room opened and two figures came in. They were dressed all in black and wore hoods. Mary was started by the fact there were no holes for eyes in their masks.
Are those masks made out of two-way material? wondered Mary. They don’t look human.

The figures started to untied Mary. “Let me go please,” she cried. As soon as her hands were freed, she lashed out at them. One of the figures brushed her hand aside and hit her in the stomach. She hunched over as the air was knocked out of her. The figures then finished untying her legs.

Mary was dragged through the door and then pulled down a darken hallway. Mary looked up and tried to see where she was, but she could not make out any details.


Mary was dragged into a room that was a little less dark. The figures left her lying in the middle of the room and went out one of the two doors.

Mary laid there and started to cry again.



The Present



Mary was getting dressed as Cal was in the shower. The phone that she was given rang. She picked it up to see a text message. You need to do it soon, she read. If you don’t there will be punishment. 
Mary’s hand shook after she read the message. A few seconds later it erased herself from the phone.

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Mary laid on the floor for a long time. She went in and out of consciousness. Finally, she was awakened by the sound of one of the doors opening.
She looked up to see one of the figures coming in with a bowl. The figure put the bowl down in front of her. In it was dry cereal.
Realizing how hungry she was Mary started to get up and reached for the bowl, but the figure put a hand on her head. The hand gently pushed her head down and her face touched the cereal.
They want me to eat it like an animal? wondered Mary. She looked up at the figure with a defiant look in her eyes. “No, I won’t . . .”
Suddenly Mary received a shock from a collar she had not realized that she was wearing. She cried out and fell to the floor. Her body spasmed.
After her body stopped shaking the figure pointed to the bowl. Mary laid there for a moment then she took a deep breath. She got up on all fours and with tears brimming in her eyes she began to eat like a dog.
The figure watched her and once she was done the individual took the bowl and left the room.
Mary laid on the floor and cried as the last of her dignity died.

Time passed but Mary could not tell how long. The figure or at least one of them came into the room a few more times and fed her. Every time she would eat like an animal not putting up a fight fearing that she would be shocked again.
When she appeared to be alone, she tried to remove the shock collar, but it was locked on tight. She only tried removing it a few times because every time she touched it her heart raced because she was afraid that she was going to get another shock.

After what seemed like forever a clicked sounded in the room and the second door opened by itself.
Mary watched it believing that someone was going to come in but then she received a shock. She cried out and fell to the floor spasming.
After her convulsions stopped Mary realized that they wanted her to go through the door. She started to get onto her feet to walk to the door but was then shocked again. Mary fell to the floor and cried out as she rolled around.
After a minute Mary got on all fours and after a deep sigh she crawled towards the door.

Mary entered another room. She was shocked to see another naked woman before her. She had brown hair, and her body was covered with marks from a belt of a whip. Next to the woman was one of the faceless figures.
“You two must now fight,” said the altered voice from out of nowhere.
What!? Wondered Mary stunned.
Suddenly the other woman came at her on all fours. She swung a fist and savagely struck Mary in the face. She stumbled back and landed on her side. The other woman hit her repeatedly in the stomach. Mary cried out as she curled into a ball.
“Fight,” ordered the voice. “Fight!”
Mary cried in despair and the other woman struck her in the face. After hitting and clawing at her for a short while the woman got to her feet and kicked her in the stomach repeatedly. Mary laid there in a ball as she was overwhelmed.
Suddenly she was shocked by the collar making her cry out in pain. Why is this happening to me? wondered Mary in despair. I’m a good person! Why is this happening to me!? Why am I in hell!?
The other woman started to stomp on Mary. She let out an animal cry as she did so. Mary felt the woman’s foot connect with her face. She was then shocked again. Mary laid there as the woman’s blows rained down on her and collar shocked her again and again. Her pain, despair, and her frustration rose as she assaulted over and over again.
Finally, she could not take it anymore. She screamed as she lashed out with her arms and legs. The woman was struck a couple of times and she pulled back.
Mary jumped to her feet. Her mind was overwhelmed with primal rage as she, on instinct, leapt at the other woman. Mary drove her to the floor as she struck her again and again. She clawed at her breast getting her to yell out in pain. Mary then smashed her fist into her face followed by her other fist. She struck the woman again as she became an animal screaming and hitting her with all her strength. Soon blood flew as the woman’s bruised head was swung about by the blows. Mary did not stop. She just kept hitting her over and over again.
After nearly a minute of the woman just lying there not responding the figure pulled Mary off her. Mary thrashed about wildly and was then shocked. The figure let Mary fall to the floor and her body spasmed. The figure went over to check on the other woman as Mary curled into a ball and shook while her mind returned, and she realized what she did.
The figure took the other woman from the room as Mary laid there as the horror of what she did washed over her.

The Present

Cal was sitting on the couch working on his laptop.
“Is there anything you need?” asked Mary coming out of the kitchen. “I’m finished with the dishes.”
“No, take a break,” said Cal. “You’ve been on your feet for hours.”
Mary sat next to Cal. “What are you working on?” she asked.
“That story I told you about,” answered Cal. “Like I said there’s this company, Promise Horizon that’s just been sold. Everyone said that Craig Guymer is the new owner, but I’ve been doing some digging and I think the real owner is a shell corporation.”
“Why would anyone lie about that?” asked Mary.
“I don’t know,” answered Cal. “Maybe whoever’s behind it is trying to create a tech monopoly. Promise Horizon has been on the forefront of technology for years. Scientists from all over the world get jobs there to work on their inventions. They have been the place for countless breakthroughs. Maybe the real owner is a foreign government. This could be a form of espionage. Man, I wish Joe would let me work on this full time. This is huge, I know it!”
“You’re very excited,” said Mary.
“Hey, I always wanted to be a journalist, and this is probably the biggest story of my career.”
“I’m happy for you,” said Mary giving Cal a sad smile.
“What’s wrong?”
“Nothing,” answered Mary.
“It’s always seemed like you’re sad about something and now it’s gotten worst,” said Cal. “You’re acting like this story is a terminal diagnosis for me.”
Mary put her hand on his shoulder. “I’m happy for you, I’m really am.” She got up. “There’s something I have to do.” She then started to leave the room.
Cal watched her go. That was weird. I’m starting to think that we may have rushed moving in together. While I love the mystery to Mary there seems to be something wrong with her that I can’t help with because I don’t know that much about her.
Cal sighed and went back to work on the article.

Mary entered their bedroom and took out the phone they gave her. She looked at the blank screen as her heart raced. If I make a mistake, they’ll punish me. Thoughts of pain went through her mind.
Mary held the phone to her chest as her body shook. She sat down on the bed. I have to do better. I have to do better.



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The Past

Mary awoke to darkness. What is happening? She tried to move but realized that she had been tied to the chair again. She cried out in fear but could not hear the sound. After a moment she realized that there was something on her head. Is it a hood? Is that why I can’t see or hear anything?
Mary waited for something to happen. Minutes passed and she would occasionally struggle against her bindings. What are they going to do? Why haven’t they started? They must’ve seen that I’m awake now. Mary tried screaming again but still could not detect any sound. She realized that there was something in her ears.
Mary waited as the time dragged on. She shook her head trying to get the hood off, but it stayed on. The darkness started to press down on her.
Mary waited and soon she realized that she was starting to become anxious for some reason. She tried to slow her breathing, but she still felt scared. Her heart raced.
Mary pulled at her restraints. Time continued to pass. She felt herself breathing rapidly again. As she tried to slow her breathing, she realized that her body was also shaking.
Mary shifted her body about in the chair. She started to pull at the ropes with renewed strength. I want this to stop! She began to breath rapidly. Shaking her head Mary tried to slow her breathing. She saw strange shapes moving in front of her eyes. She blinked and they were gone. Her irritation began to rise. Mary took a deep breath, but it did not really help.
Time passed and Mary felt danger all around her but did not know why. She clawed at the arms of the chair. She felt the ropes dig into her wrists and for some reason that brought her comfort. Her fear rose in her. She thought that she saw the outline of a face through the hood. “Is there anyone out there?” she yelled. “Please, what are you doing!?” There was no answer.
Time passed and Mary continued to twist about in the chair. She kept trying to comfort herself, but it did not work. Tears ran down her face. A layer of sweat formed on her body.
Why is this happening to me? I didn’t anything wrong. I didn’t. I just want this to stop. I want this to stop!
The seconds dragged by, and strange thoughts went through her mind. She kept taking deep breaths, but they did not work. She whimpered and mumbled incoherently. The thought of Gordon or one of the figures coming in and removing her hood kept going through her mind. She wanted to at least hear the voice. She kept yelling as loud as she could, but she did not hear anything. A sense of alarm kept pressing down on her. Please take off the hood. Please take off this hood. Please take of this hood.
Mary started to thrash about in the chair. She cried out. Her whole body tensed up. “Please stop it! Please! I’ll do whatever you want!!!” There was no response. Are they just going to leave me here!? Did they leave me to starve!!! Mary started to weep. Eventually her body began to jerk about.
Time passed and Mary’s thoughts began to become incoherent. She sat there occasionally jerking about.
Suddenly the hood was removed revealing the sight of Gordon. Mary gasped as she looked at him. Her heart filled with a joy that she tried to deny but she was just so glad to see something.
Gordon removed earplugs from Mary’s ears. “Hello, there,” he said.
“Please let me go,” begged Mary.
“No, your old life is over,” said Gordon with a mean smile. “You belong to us now.”
“Who?” asked Mary.
Instead of answering Gordon took out a syringe. He stabbed Mary in the shoulder with it and she soon felt her eyes closed. Her head rolled to the side and her body went limp in the chair.
Two of the figures came in and Gordon gestured for them to untied Mary. They did so and then drag her back to her room.

The next day one of the doors to Mary’s room opened and two of the figures came in. Mary was lying in the corner looked up at them fearfully.
The figures reached down and grabbed Mary by her arms. They then started to drag her out of the room. Mary felt the urge to fight but quickly suppressed it. She shook as she was dragged across the floor.

The figures brought Mary to a room where Gordon was waiting. He stood there with a smug smile on his face. The figures threw Mary onto the floor and Gordon walked over to her.
“How are you doing?” asked Gordon mockingly.
“Please, Sir, let me go,” pleaded Mary.
“No, we won’t be doing that,” said Gordon.
“Who are ‘we’?” asked Mary
“Let’s just say that me and a group of friends have gotten together and made some plans,” said Gordon. “We have things that you will do for us but first . . .”
The collar shocked her. She spasmed about on the floor for a few moments. Mary cried out in pain as she stopped spasming.
“Hurts, doesn’t it?” asked Gordon. “We can increase the voltage.”
Mary was shocked again. Her arms and legs shot out as her body violently shook. She let out a louder yell. She then cried out in despair.
“Again,” said Gordon.
Mary rolled around on the floor for nearly a minute. She screamed after she stopped. “Why are you doing this!? Is it because I wouldn’t go out with you!?”
“That and we need to show you that we’re in control,” answered Gordon. “Speaking of such.”
Mary’s body clenched as a massive jolt of electricity surged through it. She groaned loudly. After an eternity her body stopped. She breathed heavily as sweat ran down her face and torso.
Gordon went over to her and grabbed her face. He pulled it towards him and looked at her distressed expression. She was soaked with sweat and a strand of her hair was sticking to her face. “Please,” begged Mary. “Please. I’ll go out with you. Just stop! Please stop!” She was nearly in tears.
“You’ll do what I want alright . . . but first a little more fun.”
Mary threw back her head as the biggest shock yet coursed through her. Her whole body clenched, and her eyes rolled back into her head for a moment. When it was done all that she could do was let out a weak, pitiful moan.

Time passed and Mary realized that she nearly passed out. She looked up and saw that the figures were gone.
Gordon leaned over towards her causing her pull back in fear.
“Don’t worry Babe,” said Gordon. “I’m not going to hurt you.” He reached down and with a click the collar came off.
“What’s going on?” asked Mary.
Gordon backed away and gestured to the area behind him which had been covered in darkness. A light switched on and a bed was revealed.
It took a moment for Mary to realize what it meant. “No,” she said weakly.
“Yes,” said Gordon. “Go on the bed. Do what you’re told because that’s what your new life’s all about.”
Mary hesitated.
“Do it,” ordered Gordon.
Feeling a jolt of fear Mary quickly got to her feet. She then slowly made her way to the bed. Her body shook as she walked, and a feeling of dread rose in her. She reached the bed and turned around to lie on it. As she did, she saw Gordon starting to undress. Mary lifted her legs onto the bed and looked up at the ceiling. Her eyes watered and she tried not to cry.
Gordon got on top of her and without a word he forced himself into her. He smiled rudely as he felt himself being swallowed by her body.
Mary repressed a cry. She gripped the sheets beneath her. Gordon started to pump. “Look at me,” he ordered.
Forcing her emotions down Mary did as she was told.
“Good girl,” said Gordon. He continued to thrust.
The images of what she had been through went through Mary’s mind. The shocks, the torture, and the losing all the things that she had known played out through her eyes. This was occasionally interrupted by Gordon’s face bobbing in and out of her view. He grunted and this simple, yet horrible sequence of events continued on. Mary felt an icy dread as she knew that she could not fight back, could not stop what was happening.
Gordon squeezed her breasts. They were never as large as a cover model’s, but they always gotten attention from men. Mary trampled down the urge to cry out in pain. She simply laid there and looked up at him as he ordered. Gordon felt all around her body. He felt a jolt of pleasure from his penis. “Oh God, we could have had such fun, but you had to be such a stuck-up bitch and . . .”
Gordon was cut off as he threw back his head and closed his eyes. He rode the wave of pleasure as he straddled Mary. He let out an animal cry. Mary felt a wave of disgust but did not show it. She merely laid there.
Gordon began to pump harder. He yelled out a few times. He leaned down and gave Mary a sloppy kiss. His lips messily ran over her face. She did not response. She just laid there.
“Put some feeling into it,” ordered Gordon.
“Yes, Sir,” said Mary. Her eyes watered more but she held back her tears.
Gordon kissed her again and this time Mary tried to kiss him back. His tongue forced it’s way into her mouth and though Mary was unprepared she tried to keep herself from becoming rigid.
Gordon broke off the kiss and quickly ran his mouth down her neck and then over her chest. He gave her left breast a lick and smiled crudely. Mary tried not to show all the feelings she was experiencing like powerlessness and horror. She realized that the urge to fight him was not as strong as it was before. Images of the torture that she went through flashed through her mind and she then realized that she was losing her will to fight. She was being broken.
Gordon began to thrust hard and faster. “Oh yeah!” He went like a pile driver. He yelled and grunted as he pumped in and out of her. He was moving with such power that he nearly fell off her. He gripped her arms hard and continued to violate her.
Gordon felt his pleasure building. It’s coming! It’s coming now! He let out yells that made it seem like he was turning into an animal. Sweat flew off his body and hit Mary but she did not notice. She just looked up at him as she felt a horrible new reality come at her. A dreadful realization bloomed in her that everything she knew was leaving her.
With a loud cry Gordon shot in his load into Mary. He rapidly thrust as he rode his orgasm. She felt him violently pushing himself deeper and deeper into her. She let a mournful cry as he came. Her tears finally flowed freely. She kept her eyes on him but was not focused on him. Images of her former life went through her mind. As he was coming, she slowly let go of the sheets. Her whole body loosen.
Gordon finished and rolled off Mary. He looked over the woman as she cried. He ran a hand down the side of her face. “Why don’t you smile,” he said.
Mary forced herself to smile but the tears still ran down her cheeks.
“Good girl,” said Gordon. “Your mine now.”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Call me Master.”
“Yes, . . . Master.”
Gordon laid there soaking in his pleasure while Mary just laid there smiling with tears running freely.
It’s over, she thought. My old life is over. Mary laid there as she mourned the girl that she used to be, the one whose name that she would never be called again.


to be continued . . .
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Months later, Mary entered a room in a high-end hotel with a man. The man had glasses and a goatee and led Mary towards the bedroom area of the room. “Here we are,” said the man. “As promised, a night you won’t forget.”
“I can’t wait,” said Mary. Though she said it with a smile on her face if the man had paid attention, he would have noticed that something was off about her expression.
The man went over to a table not far from the bed. On it was a clear bottle with a golden liquid in it and some glasses. “How about a drink?” he asked.
“Sure,” said Mary who sat on the bed.
The man poured some glasses and brought them to the bed. “Here’s to a wonderful evening,” said the man holding up his glass. “I thought this trip was going to be dull but then we met at the bar, and I knew things were going to get interesting.” They clinked glasses.
“Could you turn down the lights?” asked Mary after she took a drink. “I think it’d help set the mood.”
“Sure,” answered the man. Mary took his glass before he went across the room to the light switch. As he was gone Mary slipped a pill into his drink.
The man came back and soon he joined Mary in drinking their drinks. A few minutes later Mary slipped off her shoes and they began to passionately kiss. Soon he was putting his tongue in her mouth and feeling through her short red dress. They began to move the covers off the bed when suddenly the man stopped. He grunted and clenched his chest. He tried to say something but could not. Mary watched as he fell back onto the bed. After nearly a minute he stopped moving. He was dead.
Mary looked at the man with a blank expression for a few minutes. She then took out the phone and texted It’s done to a number.
Mary waited there for them to come and claim her.

The Present

Mary walked into the bedroom wearing a black nightie.
“You look beautiful,” said Cal.
“Thank you,” said Mary after a moment. She went over to him as he was lying on the bed.
“I’m glad that you’re giving this a chance,” said Cal putting his arm up. “I’ve always found that some kink gives sex a little extra fun.”
Mary took a silk scarf off a nearby cabinet and used it to tie Cal’s hand to a bedpost at the head of the bed. She then went down to the foot of the bed and tied his foot to a post with a scarf. She then repeated the process on the other side. The naked Cal was now tied spread eagle to the bed.
Mary climbed onto the bed. She straddled Cal and then stripped off her nightie before throwing it onto the ground.
Cal took in the site of Mary’s naked body with a sort of awe. Mary turned around and lower herself onto Cal. He closed his eyes and waited for the pleasure to come. Suddenly Mary put her foot on his throat and pressed down.
“I’m sorry,” said Mary as a tear ran down her face.
Cal gasped as Mary’s foot cut off his airway. He struggled against the scarves, but they held holding him in place. Mary felt Cal struggled but held on. She thought about the good times that she had with Cal but the images of the things that they did also went through her mind. She remembered the pain they afflicted on her and how she obeys them even without meaning to. Some part of her had been lost. They had broken her and was theirs. Mary held on as tears fell from her eyes. Though Cal was in good shape he was held in place by his scarves and could do nothing as Mary pressed down on his throat.
Time passed and Cal’s struggles became weaker. Even though Mary felt her heart ache she knew that she could not disobey them. She watched as his legs pulled against the scarves. Soon they slowed down and after a couple of moments they stopped.
Mary removed her foot and turned to Cal. His eyes were closed but his mouth remained open. Mary checked and he was dead.
Mary went over to the dresser and got the phone. She texted It’s done and put the phone down. She looked at Cal’s body. Her eyes were still wet from tears, but she cleared any expression from her face.
After a minute, she laid down next to Cal and waited for the men to come to claim their weapon.

The End
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