Excessica Anthology BOX SET Winter (47 page)

“There,
sleep now, and enjoy your new life.” These were the last words I heard from my
lover, but I didn’t understand them then. Soon my vision got blurry and the
tiny room seemed to fade away never to return as I passed out.

* *
* *

When
I awoke the world bore little resemblance to the place it had been as I didn’t
realize it but my life was changed forever. Naked, I was lying on a cold stone
floor inside a very tiny, darkened cell. The only light came through a barred
door to an eerie half-lit corridor. When I looked up I could see the roof of my
cell was perhaps no more than three or four feet from the floor and I realized
the most I could do was kneel in here, standing up was impossible.

My
first attempts at movement confirmed how I would not be standing anyways and I
began to examine my body to see what my situation was. The first thing which
was clear was a tight leather collar on my neck which kept my chin unnaturally
high. My first instinct was to touch the collar, but then I realized I’d been
deprived of my hands as my wrists seemed to be captured in leather cuffs which
were fastened together behind my back.

Next
I looked down at my legs and feet and saw with some horror that they were also
rendered somewhat useless to me. My knees were bent so my lower legs could be
strapped with two large black leather straps to my upper legs. This meant I
couldn’t stand up thus leaving me to walk or crawl around on my knees.

However
nothing frightened me as much as when I realized there was something hanging
from my nose. My nose throbbed and felt sore as if it might have been pierced
in some way, but I couldn’t touch it and there was no mirror to confirm what I
feared.

Having
assessed my desperately helpless physical state, I started to think about what
had happened and this triggered the memory of what seemed like total betrayal
by my lover. It was too horrible to think of so I forced my thoughts to
possible rescue.

The
certain the FBI would find me, I was sure of it until I realized the trial was
over so they probably didn’t have me under observation any more. A chill run
down my spine when I realized the odds were against me ever being rescued.

In
my despair I began to bitterly curse Alberto, yet deep inside I still hoped
there was some mistake and he hadn’t simply abandoned me. Next I cursed myself
for my thrill-seeking behavior which had placed me in harm’s way. Finally when
my curses ran out, I just started to cry overwhelmed by fear of what might lay
ahead for me.

The
first lesson my new life taught me was in the complete meaninglessness of time
to a slave. For what seemed like hours, I lay there flopping and rolling about
to relieve the stress on some muscle or to end the exposure of some body part
to the cold floor. It seemed even time had betrayed me.

Finally
I heard the joyous sound of a door opening down the corridor. Then heavy
footsteps which might have been ominous seemed almost welcomed to me. Suddenly
a bright light went on above me and I had to shut my eyes at the sudden
illumination.

To
my surprise the face peered into my cell when I opened my eyes was familiar. It
was the young thug who’d gone unnoticed by me as one of my work day escorts. As
he stared at me with his sharp blue eyes as I noticed his only clothing was a
pair of tight, black leather pants which barely contained a large erection.

“Hello,
Ms. Rawlins, have you finished your cursing stage? It was interesting if a bit
repetitive. You left out Victor Rawlins I believe, a former FBI agent and your
dear daddy. I would think your desire to impress him contributed to your sudden
difficulties. However in the end it won’t matter and in here I will eventually
teach you nothing matters but your service. You’ll soon leave Daddy, Alberto,
and yes even Kelly Rawlins behind. This I promise you.” He paused and I dared
not speak yet. His tone was all too serious and he meant every word he said.

“Are
there any last words or observations from Ms. Kelly Rawlins before we begin
your training? I’d be more than happy to bear witness to whatever drivel comes
out of your mouth.” He reached to the side of my cell door and in his hand I
saw a fat, flesh-toned dildo. It was one of those latex monster dongs with a
suction cup on the end which allowed it to be mounted on the floor or wall. As
I watched, he pushed it between the bars and pressed it down to the floor securing
it so it stood up obscenely up a few inches inside the bars of my cell.

I
was unsure of the purpose of the dildo, but he was clearly inviting me to speak
so I took advantage. “Where am I?”

When
he didn’t immediately respond I became frustrated with his friendly smile and I
let loose with the only threat I had. “Okay, so you know I was working for the
FBI. If you know that then you should know they’ll be searching for me and
they’ll rescue me. If you know what’s good for you you’ll let me go now.” I
tried to put on as bold a front as I could muster.

He
looked amused. “Excellent, you’re progressing nicely through the stages. Your
threat was well delivered and I guess I might be scared, if I didn’t know
things you don’t. In truth your rescue is quite unlikely, not after the
unfortunate fiery auto accident you were killed in. Your boyfriend, Alberto,
did an impressive job with tears and the bemoaning of your death at the morgue
and your funeral is scheduled for today. Of course the city coroner was also most
helpful in using your DNA, which we graciously supplied him with, to identify
the horribly-burned female body we also supplied him with. He was of course
paid a large sum of money, but then you know about those mysterious accounts
payable that appear on the organization’s books, don’t you, Ms. Rawlins.” My
captor had a wry smile on his face, but in contrast I felt horrified to think
the whole world, even my parents, thought me dead.

As
my stunned mind turned to visions of Alberto my betrayer consoling my parents
at my funeral, my captor opened the door to my cell and approached me. I moved
away, but he offered. “If you let me touch your new nose trinket now I’ll be
gentle, but if you fight me I’ll use it to pull you out of the cell and the
pain will be horrendous. It’s your choice.” He left his hand there in front of
my face.

The
thought of terrible pain seemed to compel me to slowly move my face toward his
hand. When I got close enough, he took hold of a metal ring which had been
pierced in place through my septum and as promised he gave it a gentle pull. Of
course my head and face followed instantly as I realized how intimately
controlling this ring through my nose was. I was now just like some dumb beast
to be led about in this humiliating manner.

My
mind rebelled and I screamed at him. “What the fuck have you done to me, you
bastard?” In my anger and humiliation, I struck back, lunging my head forward
to try to bite his hand. He easily avoided my clumsy attempt and calmly went
about teaching me the error of my ways by grabbing the nose ring and jerking my
head to the side sharply. The pain, as he promised, was excruciating and I
screamed again.

“That’s
a reminder of the realities of your new life, bitch slave. Now let’s give you
another lesson.” With that comment, he quickly grasped my collar with his hand
and proceeded to force my face to the floor. Next he systematically examined my
body; touching, fondling and exploring my flesh. Of course it was impossible
for me to experience this for long without becoming aroused.

When
he ran his hand down my back and under me to find my pussy, I was sure rape was
next, but his intentions were not about his own pleasure. As his fingers rutted
in my wetness, he questioned me. “Do you like this, slave? No doubt if you do
you don’t want to say, or don’t understand why. It’s interesting how anyone can
be enslaved, but some individuals don’t take well to it. They resist, some down
to their last breath, but others, like you, are born to sexual slavery.”
Without hesitation, he began frigging me harder and faster and I felt the
sudden influx of pleasure, but then he stopped. Now I was forced to accept his
assertion that I liked this kind of forced, humiliating, and degrading sex, but
he had another point in mind.

“You
know what’s even more interesting? With slaves like you, it doesn’t matter,
pleasure or pain, either will turn them into raging sluts ready and willing to
be fucked. From now on these extremes will govern your life. Let me
demonstrate.” Without hesitation he let his hand fly to spank my bottom as hard
as he could.

Now
I’d been spanked as a child and I’d even been spanked by a strong college
boyfriend as a kinky prelude to sex, but this was entirely different because I
was helpless to stop it and he was relentless. His smacks shook my body all the
way through and my bottom soon turned bright red. At first I pleaded and begged
him to stop because I was sure I’d die of the awful stinging agony. When simple
tears didn’t work I wailed, then screamed, and finally howled like a wounded
animal. The pain was like a monster eating into my brain and making any
rational thought impossible.

Finally
he stopped and he roughly rolled me over onto my back and readjusted his grip
on my collar. “It’s exquisite isn’t it, slave? How it burns and stings until
you think you’ll die if it doesn’t stop. Yet surprisingly you don’t die, but
the pain does do something to you. Let me show you what.”

As
I looked up at him through tear-stained eyes, I felt like his helpless rag doll
and I thought I didn’t care what he wanted me to learn, but I was wrong.

“It
fires masochistic sluts like you. It isn’t discussed in polite company because
it isn’t accepted, but the pain fires your sexual response, doesn’t it? Foolish
husbands try to arouse their women with gentle touching of the breasts or
licking of the clit, but some would respond better to a good, hard, bitch
spanking.” As he said this he looked down at me with a sadistic smile, but all
I could think of was how Fausto had fucked me roughly and how I’d wished
Alberto would do it like Fausto had.
Is he right? Am I some kind of natural
slut for this?

I
questioned it, but it was only my last attempt to deny the truth for the flood
of evidence was to the contrary. Remembering those crazy frat parties I’d been
to without telling my girlfriends, I knew the truth. When treated like this I
became a lit sexual bomb ready to explode.

As
if to prove his point, he pulled my trigger by simply rubbing his finger over
my engorged clit. Helpless to resist the built up fires inside me, I went off
and it was the very best orgasm I’d ever experienced. My bliss seemed to go on
and on, making me quiver and close my eyes as I simply lay there in ecstasy.

When
I finally opened my eyes he was there looming above me simply staring at me. I
had no idea what to say to him, but he wasn’t looking for words.

“You’re
beautiful and you’ll be easy to train. You won’t be able to resist.” He rose
quickly and slipped out of my tiny cell closing the bars behind him.

To
my surprise, I instantly felt I wanted him to stay. I so little time he had
established some kind of bond with me. “Please, don’t leave me alone. What
happens to me now? When will I get out of this cell?” Even though I wanted him
there, I felt ashamed by this feeling.

“Let
me guess. You’d probably like to eat soon and a warm blanket to sleep on might
feel nice. You might also want your hands freed at some point. Am I right?” His
tone was smug for he knew I wanted all those things.

“Yes,
please, Sir.” The sir, my deference to his complete control of me, seemed
natural now as if I’d called him that all my life.

“See
the cock on the floor, bitch?” He pointed to the dildo he had previously
mounted on the floor.

“Yes,
Sir.” I looked at it, but didn’t understand.

“Suck
the cock on the floor, slut, for three hours. The light above you will remain
on, as will the video camera we have trained on you. To get those things I
mentioned you must actively suck the cock for three hours. Don’t try to fool us
as someone will be constantly watching you constantly. The cock mustn’t leave
you mouth and your head must not stop moving. Do you understand what is
expected, slave?” The quiet calmness with which he dictated these terms told me
there would be no arguing with him.

“Yes,
Sir, I’ll do as you say.” There was nothing else to be said.

After
he left I crawled to the latex cock and slipped it into my mouth. Now I’ve
always liked sucking cock as the feel of a warm dick hardening in my mouth had
always pleased me perhaps because I knew I was giving pleasure to a man, but
that was also the problem now. This was not a man. It was just an inanimate, if
well crafted, piece of rubber and I knew it felt nothing. It was a symbol of
masculinity, but I didn’t want to suck a symbol. Then it hit me.
I want to
suck him.

Yet
it was not my decision and I continued to suck and roll my tongue over the
slick latex as if it was real for what choice did I really have? I wanted those
things and I wanted to please and this was the only way I’d been given. Then it
occurred to me
is that the real lesson he wants me to learn?
Was he
deliberately making me suck an inanimate object to frustrate me and make me
want all the more to taste his cock? Unfortunately I didn’t have the answers so
I did as a naked, collared, sex slave would do; I sucked with mindless
obedience.

My
obeisance did not change from that first day to the last, but it became all too
clear to me the beautiful young woman, the professional CPA, the girl who’d
wanted to impress her daddy, was being lost as I became more of a sexual beast
than a human being. As his systematic training as a sex slave broke me down, it
became harder to think of my past as real, as the desires and memories of Kelly
Rawlins grew dimmer. Sex or more specifically the desire to please others with
my body became my new purpose just as my trainer had promised that first day.
The proof was in how I now perceived time. During the insufferably long,
intensely boring intervals in my cell between training sessions I felt dead,
but I would come alive when I saw his face and more importantly his cock.