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Song of the Clarinet
by Aquilifer

M+/f, nc, kidnap, slavery, BDsm, ants, rough

Chapter 1 The Rape

Donatien Alphonse Francois D'Ailly is an enormously
wealthy man. Through a clandestine network of corporations
and partnerships, Donatien controls a business empire that
spans the globe. A reclusive figure, Donatien guards his
privacy jealously, avoiding media attention. His home is
the 70-floors high glass and ferro-concrete structure known
as the Marquis Tower. The top floors are occupied by
Donatien's vast suite, with library, gym, swimming pool, and
a sealed roof-top garden. Beneath Donatien's suite are
various apartments assigned to his personal staff, including
valet, doctor, guards, and driver. The remaining floors are
rented out, mostly to various businesses which Donatien has
a control interest in.

Donatien sat in his study and examined the file
displayed on his computer screen. Pausing, he activated the
intercom on his desk, "Horoun, could you please get me
another pot of tea?" The swarthy visage of Horoun,
Donatien's Iranian valet, showed up on the liquid crystal
display of the intercom and replied, "Of course, sir." A
few moments later Horoun entered the room, a tray in his
hand. "Leave it there," Donatien pointed to a corner of his
desk.

"What do you think?" Donatien asked Horoun, pointing at
the 50 inch computer screen on the wall.

"She certainly is pretty, sir. Asian?"

"Yes and no. She's half-Chinese, half-British. Her
father was an army officer on diplomatic duty in Beijing and
married a local musician. The family emigrated to the
states in '95. Mother died giving birth to her in '96.

Father went MIA in '13 as a member of UN peacekeeping force
somewhere in Central Africa. No other relatives."

"That is good, sir, saves us a bit of trouble."

Donatien nodded, "Yes. You can go now, Horoun."

The valet bowed and left.

The young woman's name is Vivian "Cristy" Gray. After
her father's disappearance, Cristy was a warden of the court
for a year until she turned eighteen. A member of a
conservative middle class community, Cristy had a strict
upbringing. An honor student, she ranked sixth in her high
school's graduating class of three hundred. Currently, she
is nineteen years old, a sophomore in college, majoring in
music composition with a minor in dancing.

Her psychological profile painted her as shy but
emotionally stable. Although somewhat lacking in self-
confidence, she is intelligent, sensitive, and adaptive.
Although the disappearance of her father had scarred her
terribly, Cristy has gradually recovered.

Her physical profile showed Cristy Lynn as a beautiful
young woman. She has a lithe dancer's figure with shapely
legs and modest breasts. Her features are lovely in a
wholesome fashion with large almond-shaped brown eyes. Her
lips are gorgeous rosy bows and her smile is dazzling. Her
luxurious black hair is cut to a few inches longer than
shoulder length. She is petite at 5'4", weighing a little
more than a hundred pounds, with a figure of 33", 22", 33".

Photos showed the young woman with flawless creamy skin the
shade of the lightest pink flesh-tone. Despite her physical
attractiveness, however, Cristy has not had any sort of
sexual relationship. All data within her file indicate that
the young woman may not even had as much as a french kiss,
much less anything more substantial in the sexual field.

Donatien composed a short message on his computer,
giving precise specifications on his requirement. The
message was then encrypted and sent to one of his many
unusual contacts. The service did not come cheaply, but
Donatien could be assured that the task would be
professionally done, and more importantly, completely
untraceable to himself.

It would not be too long before he receives a house
guest.

Cristy woke up disoriented in bed in an unknown room.

Cristy tried to get up but found her wrists locked to the
bedposts by manacles. She also saw that her ankles were
locked in a set of padded shackles to the other two
bedposts. She twisted and turned, but the chains held her
in place. Cristy panicked and tried desperately to recall
what had happened.

She had remembered the semester's end cocktail party of
the music department. Looking at herself, she found that
she is still wearing the formal dress she wore to the
cocktail party. She remembers that there was smoke and
people coughing, choking, and some others screaming "Fire!"

Then, she had felt someone grabbing her from behind her back
and pressing a damp cloth over her face. She had struggled
and tried to see her assailant, but before she could do so,
she had felt dizzy and the world seems to fade away around
her.

Looking at the shackles on her ankles, Cristy shuddered
at the fact that she has been abducted. What could her
abductors be after? She has neither money nor wealthy
relatives - even her tuition was based entirely on
scholarships. She tried again to free herself but found her
attempt futile.

Suddenly, the door to the room opened and three men
walked in. The first man is middle aged, thin, with dark
skin and a carefully trimmed mustache and beard. The two
men behind the dark skinned man were well built and wore
black suit over black shirts; their faces were impassive.
Wide-eyed, Cristy stared at the three men, uncertain what to
say. Then the dark skinned man introduced himself as
Horoun, the valet of this house, and asked if Cristy wishes
anything. "Let me go, please," Cristy begged, "I don't have
anything you want. There would be no one to pay my ransom,
please let me go."

Horoun smiled, a smile with little warmth in it, "Miss
Gray, I cannot let you go - that is a decision depending on
the master of this house. If you wish, however, I could
remove your chains and shackles?"

Feeling the soreness of her legs and arms, Cristy
nodded. Horoun proceed to free Cristy's legs, then her
arms. Suddenly, Cristy jumped off the mattress past Horoun
and pushed past the two guards. One of the guards jumped
after Cristy and barely caught her nylon clad ankle. Cristy
fell to the floor and was dragged back into the room by the
guards. She struggled, but the guards are far stronger than
she is and promptly dumped her back on the bed.

Horoun flashed another cold smile at her, his forehead
somewhat furrowed, "Tsk, tsk, Miss Gray. That is no way for
a guest to behave." Cristy wiped away her angry tears and
retorted, "I am not your guest. I was brought here against
my will. I want to leave here." Horoun walked up to Cristy
and shook her roughly, making her sob uncontrollably, "Wake
up, pretty fool! For your own sake, listen carefully! A
few hours from now, the master of the house will summon you.
Prepare yourself, make yourself presentable. Plead your
case with him; perhaps he will listen. Do you understand
what I just said?"

Cristy looked up with tear filled eyes, then biting her
lower lips, she nodded. Horoun smiled again, then indicated
to her that there is a bathroom, a closet with a dresser, as
well as a small makeup table. Horoun also stated that there
is an intercom next to the door leading outside, and if
there is anything Cristy needs, she should feel free to call
him with the intercom. Horoun then left with the two
guards, leaving Cristy locked within the room.

Cristy cried a bit, fearful of what might happen to
her. Then she realized that she is helpless in the hands of
her abductors. Wiping away her tears; Cristy decided to
follow Horoun's suggestions. Cristy took a long shower and
dried her hair. She was surprised at the furnishings of the
bathroom - everything was luxurious and expensive. She
brushed her hair until it gleamed, then she opened the
closet to find a black silk gown, a set of black lace bra
and panty, a pair of black stockings, and a pair of two
inches heeled shoes, also black. She thought for a moment
before trying the cloth on. To her surprise, everything
fitted perfectly, the gown clings to her body, revealing
every exquisite curve. She then put on a slight touch of
makeup and waited.

It was not long before the door to the room opened, and
two guards entered the room, informing Cristy that they are
her escorts, and asked if she would now meet with their
master. Cristy noticed that her abductors are all extremely
polite, but there was always the hint of threat just beneath
their polite mannerism. She knew that she had few other
choices and nodded to the guards.

As they left the room and walked down the corridor,
Cristy's heart pounded - she was both terrified and curious.

They walked to a double door, before which they paused. The
guard produced a pair of padded handcuffs and told Cristy to
cross her wrists behind her back. Hesitantly, Cristy obeyed
and the guards locked the handcuffs on her wrists before
opening the doors and ushered her in.

Cristy found herself in an enormous living room covered
with thick wall to wall carpet and lit only by the flames of
the fireplace. A man sat in front of a fireplace, reading a
book with a smoking pipe in his hand. At first she thought
he was an old man, because his hair was completely white,
then she saw his face and his features were those of a man
in his late twenties or early thirties. The man looked up
and stared at her - his icy blue eyes seem to penetrate into
her. "Sit down, Miss Gray. I am Donatien Alphonse Francois
D'Ailly, perhaps you have heard of me?"

Cristy gingerly sat down in the chair opposing Donatien
and shook her head - she had never heard of the man.
Donatien smiled, "Really? Well, it matters little. Now, I
understand you wish to ask something of me?"
Cristy felt her throat drying, but she desperately
calmed herself and chose her words carefully. "Please, Mr.
D'Ailly, I wish to leave here and return home. Please
understand that I am not wealthy and I have no rich
relatives, so there would be no one willing to pay a ransom
for me. I am useless to you here, please give me my
freedom."

Donatien smiled, "You under-estimate yourself, Miss
Gray. Your presence here is of the utmost importance to me.

As you might have realized, I have little need of more
material wealth. You are here because I want you as my
slave."

Cristy was stunned, then she stood, trembling, she
whispered "W-what did you say?"

Donatien stood up, "You heard me. I want you as my
slave. You will serve me and obey my every whim, sexual or
otherwise. If you do not, you will be severely punished."
Cristy back away from Donatien, terrified, "Please, Mr.
D'Ailly. This is not funny!"

Donatien walked toward Cristy, "So who's laughing?"
Cristy turned and ran for the doors, but she could not
open the doors with her hands cuffed behind her back. "Let
me out! Please, I beg you, let me.. AAIIEEE!" Cristy
screamed as Donatien grabbed her hair and dragged her
painfully away from the door. Donatien then flung Cristy
unto the floor before the fireplace. Straddling her to
prevent her from getting up, Donatien torn open Cristy's
gown from the collar. Cristy struggled and screamed, "N-n-
no!"

Cristy's bra was torn away and she felt the cold air on
her bared chest. "P-please," Cristy sobbed, "I beg you..."
Donatien saw that Cristy's breasts were conical and moderate
sized, they are firm to his touch and capped by tiny pink
nipples. Donatien ran his hand over the young woman's
breasts, pinching her nipples and smiled, "You have
beautiful breasts, slave." Cristy struggled, her answer
broken up by her soft sobs.

Now Donatien reached down and brought up the skirt of
Cristy's dress until it was at Cristy's waist, revealing her
black lace panty. Cristy trembled, terrified of what would
happen to her. She clasped her legs close together and
shivered involuntarily as she felt Donatien's hand moving
along her smooth, well-shaped legs. He whispered to her,
"You also have magnificent legs." Cristy gasped and fresh
tear flowed from her closed eyes as she felt her panty
ripped away.

"Your file indicate that you are probably a virgin,"
Donatien whispered as his fingers tugged at her raven pubic
hair, "but tell me honestly, are you really a virgin?"

Tears trailed down Cristy's cheeks and her lips quivered but
no answer came. Impatiently, Donatien forced his hand
between her tightly clenched thighs and insert a finger into
her slit. Cristy jumped at the intrusion but Donatien
pinned her down with an elbow. Cristy tried to speak as she
struggled against him but the words died in her throat.

Donatien withdrawn his hand from between Cristy's thighs and
then slapped her, "Open you eyes! Open them!"
Cristy opened her eyes, her large, almond shaped eyes
were brimming with tears, and Donatien saw panic in the dark
eyes. Donatien allowed himself a cruel smile, he liked the
smell of her fear and the way she gasped and jumped when he
touched her. Donatien grabbed the tattered remains of
Cristy's dress and ripped it apart; he tossed the pieces of
cloth aside until there was not a single shred covering
Cristy's exquisite body.

As Cristy trembled in fear and sobbed softly, Donatien
quickly removed his cloth, careful to keep an eye on the
naked young woman. Cristy struggled to get up and her tear-
filled eyes widened in horror as she saw Donatien discarding
his cloth, revealing a powerful physique and a massive
member protruding stiffly from his loin. Cristy tried to
run away from him but Donatien grabbed her left ankle and
pulled her to him. "No," Cristy sobbed, "p-please, no."

Donatien laughed as he pinned the young woman beneath his
body. He forced her legs to spread apart and pulled her
outer labia apart to feel her. Her inner lips were small
delicate and pink; Donatien slowly inserted his finger
between them as far as it would go, feeling her intact
maidenhead. Cristy jerked violently and tried to pull away
from him.

Donatien then withdraw his hand and pulled Cristy's
face toward him by yanking painfully on her hair. Donatien
smiled, "Now, virgin, answer me, have you ever been fucked
in the mouth or up your ass?" Cristy's eyes were closed and
tears stained her cheeks, she was trembling. Donatien hit
the frightened young woman several times before he asked her
again. Still trembling with her eyes closed; she shook her
head in negation.

Donatien smiled, "Good. You know you are about to get
fucked real good, don't you?" Cristy struggled desperately,
crying and screaming, but Donatien was far too strong for
her. He easily pinned her to the floor with his own weight
while forcing her legs apart. Placing himself between her
spread legs, Donatien laughed crudely as he thrust his
massive member into Cristy with all his strength, feeling
her maidenhead gave way as he brutally ripped through it.

Cristy's lithe body stiffened with pain and she
screamed. Her body as aflame with agony as Donatien rammed
his penis into her with relentless ferocity. "Yes,"
Donatien laughed, "you are tight, aren't you," as he pumped
into her again and again. Donatien was gifted with an
extraordinarily long and thick member, and Cristy had an
unusually narrow vagina. Donatien' penis could not fit into
Cristy completely. Each time he thrust, he tears at her
narrow vaginal opening and the head of his penis hits the
back of her vaginal tunnel. Cristy bled, not only from the
tearing of her maidenhead, but from the huge size of
Donatien' member, and the ferocity of her rape.

Tears poured Cristy's eyes as she shrieked in pain.

The screams of Cristy merely arouse Donatien further as he
rammed into his victim faster and harder. He moved his
hands to Cristy's firm breasts and rolled her erect nipples
between his fingers. Once or twice, he stopped ramming her
and twitched Cristy's nipples harshly, making her sob.

Cristy wriggle and squirmed desperately, trying to dislodge
herself from Donatien' penis that impaled her again and
again, but Donatien held her in place.

Donatien then shuddered and shot his hot semen into
Cristy in hard spasms. After a moment he withdrew his spent
organ, its surface covered with a mixture of his semen and
her blood. Cristy curled up on the floor shivering and
sobbing as Donatien stood up.

Donatien now grabbed Cristy by her shoulders and made
her kneel before him. Cristy was so terrified that she had
not even tried to resist. Cristy did not know what her
captor would do to her next until Donatien touched his
stiffening penis to her lips. "Open your mouth, slave, and
suck on my prick. Do it nicely and don't try to bite, else
you'll receive a beating that would make the pain you feel
right now seems trivial." Cristy tries to shy away from the
repulsive organ but Donatien's vise-like grip on her
shoulders held her in place.

Without warning Donatien slapped Cristy, sending her
crying, sprawled on the floor. Donatien then yanked her by
her raven tresses to pull her to her knees before him and
commanded again, "Now, slave, open your mouth." Cowed by
pain and violence, Cristy gingerly opened her mouth and
Donatien quickly pushed his enormous organ past her lips all
the way to the back of her throat. Cristy tried to pull
away from the warm, throbbing pole that filled her mouth to
the point of choking her, but Donatien' hands in her hair
held her still.

Cristy cried, tears wetting her checks and she felt
sick and nauseating, but her captor did not care. Donatien
began to vigorous thrust his penis in and out of his
victim's mouth. Cristy did not suck on his penis, but
Donatien' organ so filled her mouth that her lips were
clamped around it because she could not open her mouth any
wider. Cristy gagged as Donatien raped her mouth, thrusting
violently, causing pain. Again Cristy tried to pull away,
but Donatien's grip in her hair merely became tighter,
pulling painfully at her scalp. Then Donatien shuddered
again and shot streams of his viscous semen into Cristy's
mouth. Donatien then withdrew his now limp organ, which
glistened from the combined wetness of her saliva and his
discharge and climbed off her body. With the choking
intrusion finally removed from her mouth, Cristy began
coughing uncontrollably, trying to spit out the disgusting
substance that Donatien's repulsive member had left in her
mouth. Seeing that, Donatien slapped her again, then
grabbed a handful of her hair and pulled hard, "Swallow it,
slave, swallow it! And lick up what you spit out from the
floor!" Cristy's eyes were closed and her long eyelashes
trembled as tears slide down her checks, but she obeyed.

Donatien then let go of Cristy's hair but grabbed her
shoulder and turned her over, so she lay face-down on her
stomach. Cristy shivered as she felt Donatien's fingers
skimmed over the curve of her bottom. Donatien smiled, the
young woman has the cutest bottom - firm and soft at all the
right places. Slowly he inserted his finger into Cristy's
anus, making Cristy's body jerk. Stretching the small ring
of muscle, Donatien inserted a second finger. Cristy
screamed as she tried to pull away from his touch.

Donatien's strong arm held Cristy despite her struggles and
convulsive sobs wracked her when she was unable to dislodge
his fingers.

As Donatien withdrew his fingers, Cristy curled up; her
sobs died down to pitiful whimpering. Donatien suspect that
a lot of fight had already gone out of her due to
exhaustion. He doubts, however, that his lovely captive had
resigned herself to her fate. Donatien produced a bottle of
oil then rubbed it generously on Cristy's anal opening as
well as his penis. Then He positioned himself behind his
beautiful captive, his hand gripping her buttocks. He felt
Cristy shudder as he spread her buttocks apart. He placed
the head of his penis at her small rosebud opening, then he
rammed past the small muscular ring and all the way in until
his organ was buried deep inside the narrow passageway.

Cristy's entire body stiffened then she screamed and
screamed. The pain seems to set every nerve in her body
shrieking. She twisted and turned, struggling. But each
time her captor rammed his foul organ into her, she screamed
in agony. Her mind seems to be filled only with terror and
pain. She felt as if she was swimming through a haze filled
with shame, nausea, fear, and pain. As Donatien rammed
again and again into her, Cristy screamed until her voice
was coarse. Cristy finally fainted as Donatien shuddered a
third time that night, shooting his semen into her. Slowly,
Cristy's mind sank into blissful oblivion that saved her
from the physical tortures.

Donatien now stepped away from unconscious young woman,
finally sated. A broad smile was on his face, Cristy was
certainly the best sexual experience he's ever had. She
would need to build up some stamina, however, and be taught
to serve him properly as a slave. Donatien did not doubt,
however, that with the right "encouragement," his captive
would learn whether she likes it or not. Donatien bend down
to examined the unconscious young woman. Droplets of sperm
clung to her delicate lips and were smeared on her chin and
across the side of her face. Her lovely and wholesome face
was bruised from the beatings. His semen, mixed with blood,
trickled out of her newly christened vaginal slit as well as
her anus. Donatien' lips curved into a feral grin as he
walked off to take a shower.

Cristy choked and gasped as the smelling salt was
uncapped before her. She opened her eyes, disoriented.

Then as her eyes focused on the black-clad guards before her
and her own nudity, the stark horror of her situation came
flooding back to her. Her arms were sore from straining
against their bonds . The assault on her womanhood made her
every movement painful. She tried to get up but she was too
weak and her legs quivered from sheer exhaustion. One of
the guards bent down and unlocked the padded cuffs that
restrained her wrists.

As tears came back with the memories of her rape,
Cristy grabbed the guard's leg. "P-please I beg you," she
cried, "let me go!"

The guard hit Cristy with a forceful blow that threw
Cristy sobbing to the floor. Painfully, the guard's glove
hand grabbed a fistful of Cristy's black hair, matted and
tangled from her ordeal. Cristy struggled, tears streaming
down her cheeks as the guard pulled her up painfully by her
hair, "Listen carefully, slave." To emphasize his words the
guard hit Cristy again. "Mr. D'Ailly's orders are that you
are to take a thorough shower and then you will be allowed
to rest. Do you understand?" Terror was evident in
Cristy's beautiful eyes as she saw the guard raised his hand
again, "Y-yes, I understand. P-please don't hurt me." As
the guard let go of Cristy's hair, she fell to the floor,
sobbing, scared.

The other guard nudged at Cristy's naked body with the
leather toe of his shoe, "Get up, slave! We don't have all
day!" Wobbly, Cristy rose on her weak legs, her body
trembling from the abuse it had received. Seeing at the
guards' stares, she desperately tried to cover her breast
and pubic area with her hands. The guards laughed at her
discomfort. Still laughing, one of the guard produced a
piece of rope with a loop. Placing the loop around Cristy's
neck, the guard tugged at the rope, "C'mon, let's go!"

Cristy was then led off like an animal, with a guard leading
her in the front by the rope and the other guard walking
behind her. Whenever she should falter in her steps, the
guard behind her would prod her painfully with a nightstick.

She was led to a bathroom and left alone inside to
shower. Frightened that they might actually inspect her or
try to find excuses to abuse her, Cristy tried to clean
herself thoroughly. As she felt the soreness of her groin
and the aches of her muscles, nightmarish memories of her
rape came back once more. Tears mixed with water in the
shower stall as Cristy sobbed. She slowly collapsed in the
shower stall, feeling the warm water drenching her arched
back and cried.

Cristy's fitful rest was interrupted with rough hands
shaking her. She woke up and saw Horoun with two guards
standing besides her bed. Desperately, Cristy tried to
cover herself with the sheets. Horoun laughed, "Forget your
modesty, Miss Gray." Roughly, he pulled the sheet away from
her and grabbed at her breast. Cristy slapped Horoun,

"Don't touch me!" She cried, trying to cover herself with
her hands.

Recovering from the slap, Horoun stared at Cristy, his
eyes red with fury. "Seize her!" Horoun commanded.

Cristy struggled desperately, kicking and fighting as
the guards grabbed her. The guards were well trained,
however, and Cristy had little chance again them. Soon she
was standing between the two guards - each of her arms held
tight by a guard.

Horoun walked up to Cristy, his eyes cold and a cruel
smile on his lips. Wordlessly, he slapped Cristy. Cristy
nearly fell from the blow but the guards held her up.

Cristy was still sobbing as Horoun grabbed her hair and lift
up her head. Horoun leaned close to Cristy, "Watch how you
behave," he whispered and suddenly Cristy felt the coldness
of steel at her throat. Cristy shivered, frightened.

Horoun laughed and replaced his knife, "The blow was for
your hitting me," he hissed, "And this is for teaching you a
lesson!" Cristy gasped in pain as Horoun reached down and
grabbed hard on a few strands of her pubic hair. Horoun
pulled hard enough that the hair came out. Cristy sobbed in
shame, her eyes downcast, her eyelashes trembling.
Horoun laughed in satisfaction and gestured to the
guards, "Take her away!"

Chapter 2 The Exit

"Eat!" Horoun commanded.

Cristy's face was thrust down, into the wooden trough
filled with moist gruel. The hand of one of her keepers was
in her hair. Cristy opened her mouth. Desperately, with
her teeth, lips, and tongue, she tried to get as much gruel
into her mouth as she could. Suddenly, her head was pulled
up and painfully held back by her hair. Cristy swallowed
what she had in her mouth. The stuff was tasteless, flat,
but she swallowed it nonetheless.

The keeper laughed and let go of her. Cristy sighed in
relief, a droplet of tear sliding down from the corner of
her eye. She pulled a little, feeling the manacles that
locked her wrists behind her back. Her knees felt cold
kneeling on the floor. Cristy shivered as she felt the cold
metal of a goad touching her bared back. Obediently, she
bends forward again to feed from the trough like an animal.

It has been nearly a month after Cristy was abducted,
raped, and started living in a steel cage like an animal.

Two days after they had surgically altered her and addicted
her to the drug memnoc, Cristy was started on her training
as a slave. The lessons were varied, ranging from learning
domestic skills such as cleaning, laundering, and cooking,
to cosmetic skills such as make-up, perfume and ornaments,
to degrading slave training where she was often beaten and
abused.

Two keepers are responsible for training Cristy as a
slave. Whenever Cristy dared to display the slightest sign
of disobedience or disrespect, she was beaten with the
goads. The goads are long flexible metal rods that activate
the pain inducers embedded in her nerve centers. A beating
with the goad is excruciating yet would never mark her.
After a few beatings, Cristy learned to avoid annoying the
keepers. They used the goads on her even for the slightest
provocation.

Beyond the training from the keepers, Cristy was
instructed in ballet, modern dancing, and playing the
clarinet. Cristy had learned to play the clarinet in her
childhood from her father. Her clarinet instructor is a
congenial German named Theobald Boehm. After a few
sessions, Cristy made the mistake of trying to ask Theobald
to help her escape, not realizing that hidden cameras are
everywhere. Before she could finish her sentence, the
keepers entered the room and dragged Cristy out. Cristy was
then confronted with a recording of her conversation then
severely beaten. Cristy never saw Theobald again - he was
replaced by another.

Cristy was bathed twice a day - once in the morning and
once before she was put back in her cage for the night. The
keepers, being eunuchs, are responsible for bathing her.

The keepers' idea of a thorough cleaning includes a
humiliating enema and vicious scrubbing and perfuming of her
nether regions. Cristy had no choice but to let the keepers
do with her body as they please - her attempts at modesty
only earn her more beatings with the goad.

During the night Cristy was secured in her cage, with
her wrists and ankles in chains, before she was left alone.
More often than not, Cristy would cry herself to sleep.

Sometimes she prayed for deliverance, and sometimes she
would try to think of ways to escape. She had tried to
escape several times, but each time her attempt failed and
she was beaten for it. The hopelessness of her situation
makes her wet her pillow with tears. Even as she slept, her
captivity haunts her - as she oft dreamed of her terrifying
rape and she would cry in her sleep.

"How is my little slave doing?" Donatien asked.

"Excellent, sir. She has reached her peak physical
condition. The dancing lessons have done wonders, and her
training proceeds apace." Horoun answered.

"That is good. Tell her keepers to send her to me
tomorrow night. Make sure she's perfumed and prettied up.

And I wish her to stay with me from now on."

"Of course, sir."

Cristy was soon informed of her impending meeting with
her master and that she will soon start to sleep with her
master. Cristy panicked at the news. She was hysterical
with terror and begged her keepers not to do this. Cristy
was told that her pleading was useless. Then, she was
beaten for daring to speak without permission.

On the appointed day, Cristy was given a thorough
cleaning by her keepers with Horoun observing. Her hair and
makeup were specially done. In the evening that day, after
supper, Cristy found herself walking down the corridor. She
was dressed in an elegant black evening gown, with black
lace bra and panty, black stockings, and expensive black
high heels. A band of silk surrounded her neck, with a
steel ring right before her throat. The guards led her down
the corridor by a light chain connected to the steel ring at
her throat. Cristy was led before a set of double doors she
had never seen before, then, as the guard opened the doors,
she was gestured to walk in. Trembling, her eyes already
brimming with tear, Cristy obeyed.

She found Donatien sitting at a dinner table with a
large covered plate, a bottle, and a crystal goblet before
him. Donatien was dressed in a tuxedo. His well-built
figure was accented by the terrific fit of the tuxedo.
Donatien sipped at his wine, then smiled at Cristy. "Come
here," he called. Still trembling, Cristy obeyed, walking
until she stood besides Donatien. "Kneel," Donatien
commanded. Cristy obeyed, kneeling besides Donatien.

Donatien stood up, turned his chair so he would be
sitting facing Cristy as she kneeled facing him. Cristy
kneeled as she has been taught. She sat on her ankles with
her legs apart. Her wrists were crossed at the small of her
back. Her eyes were submissively downcast. Donatien now
uncovered the plate. It contained a bowl of fresh
strawberries and a small dish of whip cream. "Straighten
your back," Donatien commanded. Cristy complied, straighten
her back so that she no longer sat on her ankles, her hands,
however, remained behind her back and her eyes are still
downcast. Cristy shivered as she felt Donatien touched her
chin. Gently, he lifted up her face so that she stared into
his icy blue eyes. Cristy trembled.

Feeling her tremble, Donatien smiled, "Do you fear me,
slave?"

A tears came down from the corner of Cristy's eye and
her lips quivered as she answered, "Yes, master. Cristy
fears you."

Donatien smiled. His slave girl had used the proper
form of address as well as the third person reference to
herself as she was instructed. He picked up a strawberry
and dips it in cream. "Here," Donatien held it to Cristy's
lips. Gingerly Cristy ate from Donatien's hand. As Cristy
finished eating the strawberry, Donatien bend down and
kissed her. First he kissed away her tears, then he kissed
her on the mouth - tasting the remaining sweetness of the
strawberry from her lips. The kiss was gentle, almost
loving, and Cristy felt torn between emotions. As Donatien
broke off the kiss, Cristy whispered, "Please, master, may
Cristy speak?"

"Yes?" Donatien held up Cristy's face and stared into
her lovely eyes sparkling with tears. "...please don't hurt
Cristy," Cristy begged, her body trembling. Donatien slowly
shook his head, "I would be lying if I promise you that, my
beautiful slave. But I will promise that I will only beat
you once a week if you behave yourself. Agreed?"

Intelligent, Cristy knows that she has no choice in the
matter. The man before her would beat her whenever he
wishes. Thinking of the torturous times before her, tears
renewed its flow from her eyes, and she gently nodded to her
master, "Y-yes, master."

Donatien took his crystal goblet, poured some champagne
into it, then touched it to Cristy's lips. She drank from
the goblet in small sips - it tasted expensive. Donatien
then stood up and grabbed the chain at Cristy's throat.

Cristy thought to stand up and follow Donatien but Donatien
pushed her down, "Crawl, slave." Silently, still
frightened, Cristy obeyed. She crawled behind Donatien,
feeling her legs, sheathed in smooth stocking, sliding
across the polished marble floor. Through a locked double
door and a small corridor Cristy crawled. Eventually, they
passed through an arched doorway into a large chamber.
Donatien turned around and smiled, "Welcome to my dungeon,
my slave."

Cristy was shocked by what she saw. Besides a large
king-sized bed, there were wooden stocks, racks, and other
furnishings in the chamber, all designed to imprison the
human body. Instruments of pain, including whips, rods,
scourges, and many others decorate the walls. She grew
terrified, and resisted when Donatien try to pull her into
the chamber. Her hands clutched at the chain at her throat,
"P-please, master," she cried.

Grabbing her hand, Donatien dragged Cristy into the
room. "Now, strip!" he barked at her. When she hesitated,
he slapped her. She fell to the floor, sobbing, realizing
that the nightmare was repeating itself, yet there was
nothing she could do. She kicked off her shoes and began to
undress.

When she was completely naked, Donatien grabbed her
wrist and dragged her until she stood between two marble
columns. Attached to the columns were sets of chains and
manacles. Realizing what her master intended, Cristy grew
hysterical with terror, desperately she struggled, trying to
pull away as Donatien attempt to lock the manacles about her
wrists. She scratched Donatien and tried to kick him in the
groin. Her nails drew blood on the side of Donatien's face
but he easily avoided her kick. Grabbing Cristy's wrist
tight, he swings her into the column, knocking the air out
of her. Donatien then closed one manacle about Cristy's
left wrist and before Cristy could kick out again, he
grabbed her left ankle and closed another manacle around it.

With Cristy's left wrist and left ankle chained, the
right wrists and ankle prove to be less trouble. Within
another minute, Cristy was chained between the marble
columns. Cristy struggled in despair against her chains,
but her efforts were futile. Meanwhile, Donatien, wiping
the blood from his face, walked to a console on the wall and
pressed a button, activating an electrical motor. As the
electrical motor turned, it draws in the chains on Cristy's
wrists and ankles. Cristy sobbed as she struggled against
the chains that gradually stretched her naked body tout
between the two marble columns, her arms and legs spread
apart.

Donatien turned off the electrical motor and walked
before Cristy, putting a finger beneath her chin and lift up
her tear-streaked face. "L-let me go," Cristy sobbed, "p-
please let me go..." Donatien gazed upon the young woman's
face, admiring her lovely, wholesome, and innocent beauty.

Her eyes are large and dark brown, shiny with tears. Her
scarlet lips sensuous and begging to be kissed. Donatien
looked at his hand. His fingers are stained with his own
blood. He stared into Cristy's eyes and whispered, smiling,
"I am going to get someone to take a look at this scratch.
See you soon." Gently, he then kissed the crying young
woman on her lips and left.

When Donatien returned, he was clad entirely in black,
with a black silk shirt and loose black silk pants. He
walked before the naked Cristy and smiled. Cristy looked
up, her eyes still brimming with tears, "P-please, please,
don't hurt me," she sobbed. Wordlessly, Donatien suddenly
grabbed hold of Cristy's crotch. Cristy felt his fingers
probing her nether lips, she trembled, "N-no, p-please," she
sobbed. Then his fingers were into her, playing with her
clitoris. As Donatien moved his fingers in and out of her,
Cristy felt blood flushed up to the surface of her skin and
she felt strangely aroused. She was both terrified and
excited. Then, Donatien began to move his hand more
violently. He alternated between lightly feeling about her
nether region to shoving more and more fingers into her.
Involuntarily, Cristy's body swayed between the marble
columns, feeling both pain and pleasure. She pulled on her
bonds, squirming to dislodge the moving hand at her loin.

She cried, "P-please. Please stop," but Donatien continued
fingering her. Shamefully, she sensed a growing wetness in
her loin and felt herself burning with heat. Then,
suddenly, Donatien stopped, leaving Cristy hanging over the
precipice, she tried to squeeze her legs close, but the
manacles held her tight.

Donatien lifted up his hand before Cristy's eyes.
Cristy saw that the hand glistened with wetness and was
ashamed. She turned her head aside with her eyes closed,
sobbing. Donatien used his dry hand to turn her head
around, "Open your eyes! Open them!" he barked at the young
woman. Cristy opened her eyes, frightened. Donatien placed
his glistening fingers before Cristy's mouth, "Now, little
slut, lick and suck my fingers clean of your own juice."
Despite her fear, Cristy closed her mouth tightly, shaking
her head in revulsion. Without warning, Donatien began
beating Cristy. He slapped her several times then punched
her in the stomach. Cristy screamed and the chains rattled
from the blows. Several more slaps broke Cristy's lower lip
and blood trickled from the corner of mouth down to her
chin. Sobbing, Cristy finally gave in. "P-please, p-please
don't hurt me anymore..." she sobbed, "I'll do anything you
want..."

Donatien once again placed his glistening fingers
before Cristy. Closing her eyes, tears streaking down her
cheeks, Cristy extended her small pink tongue and licked the
moisture on Donatien's fingers. Bending her head forward,
the young woman then sucked gently on Donatien's fingers.

Donatien was finally satisfied and withdrew his hand, the
young woman sobbed in shame and coughed in nausea. When
Cristy lift up her head again, she found Donatien standing
before her with a thin flexible plastic rod.

"N-no," Cristy begged, her tone nearly hysterical, "I
beg you, master, don't hurt me. Please, master, Cristy begs
you not to hurt her anymore." Donatien shook his head,
still smiling. He pointed to the bandaged scratches on his
cheek, "But my little slave, you have yet to be punished for
this. Perhaps with a good beating you will finally learn
how to be obedient?" Cristy cried, her tears trailing down
from her cheeks, staining her breasts and wetting the floor,

"P-p-please," she sobbed, "I'm begging you, don't beat me
anymore. P-please..."

Donatien ignored the terrified young woman's pleadings
and flexed the tool in his hand, "This is a synthetic
sjambok, made of extruded plastic. It will mark you with
thin welts and even draw blood. It is very painful. But
fear not, it will not permanently damage you." Cristy
jerked at her chains as Donatien walked slowly behind her,
"N-no," she cried, jerking at the chain so hard that the
manacles cut into her wrists.

Donatien raised the sjambok and swung it at the bared
pink flesh of the young woman's back. The young woman cried
out as the sjambok cracked against her tender flesh. The
blow sent stars across her eyes and left an ugly welt on her
back. Again the sjambok struck, this time licking the flesh
of her thigh, drawing blood. Cristy screamed again.

Gradually, the pace of the sjambok's painful kisses became
faster and faster. Nowhere on the young woman's body was
immune to the sjambok, as Donatien struck at Cristy's back,
her buttocks, her thighs, her calves, her shoulders, the
back of her upper arms, and paid special attention to her
nether region. Soon Cristy's body was covered with a
glistening sheen of perspiration as welts crisscrossed her
creamy skin and droplets of blood traced across her bruised
flesh to fall to the floor. Occasionally, Donatien stopped,
walking around her, admiring the scarlet welts and the
streaks of crimson blood decorating the exquisitely carved
form of light rosy-shaded flesh before him.
Twice, Cristy fainted, but each time she was brought
back as Donatien poured ice-cold water down her head.
Slowly, Donatien paid more and more attention to Cristy's
nether region, planting the kisses of the sjambok right on
her clitoris. Cristy's voice was coarse from screaming by
now, but she screamed still. As the sjambok struck her
groin again and again, she began to feel the same strange
arousal she felt earlier, despite her suffering. She moaned
and cried; her excitement mixed with agony. The pace of the
sjambok's biting kisses grew faster and faster and Cristy
jerked at her chains desperately, screaming. She pleaded
and begged her captor, but there was no mercy for her.
Finally, she felt her own arousal reaching a climax and her
entire body shuddered explosively before it hung limply on
the chains.
Donatien stopping beating the young woman and broke out
in a throaty laugh. Cristy shivered and gasped in pain as
she felt him running the sjambok across the open wounds and
the bleeding flesh of her labia's lips and her clitoris.
Donatien walked before Cristy smiling, "Well, you surprised
me, little slave." Donatien lifted up the sjambok, it is
stained with blood and a white creamy fluid, "You had an
orgasm under the sjambok. Was that your first orgasm?"
Ashamed, Cristy lowered her eyes and nodded weakly.
Donatien laughed, "Ha, what a little slut you are, to come
under the whip. You are a slut, aren't you?" When Cristy
didn't answer, Donatien grabbed her face squeezed her cheeks
painfully, "Answer me! You are a slut, aren't you?"
"Y-yes, master," Cristy sobbed. Donatien slapped her,
"Say it! What are you?" Terrified of a renewed beating,
Cristy whispered, "I-I am a slut, master. C-Cristy is a
slut." Satisfied, Donatien smiled, "You are my beautiful
slut." Cristy lowered her eyes, droplets of tear on her
trembling long eyelashes; she whispered, "Yes, master,
Cristy is your slut."
Lifting up the sjambok before Cristy, Donatien
commanded, "Good. Now lick the sjambok clean, my lovely
slave slut." Terrorized beyond her capacity to bear, Cristy
obeyed, extending her small pink tongue to lick her own
blood and moisture from the whip.
After she finished licking the sjambok, Donatien
dropped the sjambok to the floor and said, "Now, for some
loving."
Cristy cried and begged uselessly as Donatien walked
behind her and lowered his pants. Cristy shivered, scared
as Donatien ran his hands over her body. She was helpless
as she felt his hand moving downward.
The flesh of Cristy's nether region was badly bruised
from the whipping, and Donatien could feel that her skin was
slick with blood as his fingers parted her outer labia.
Cristy squirmed in agony, the slightest touch to the
battered flesh of her genital was like touching raw nerves
with a red hot iron. While his other arm held the
struggling Cristy in a tight grip, Donatien guided his stiff
penis to the entrance of the young woman's vagina. Pulling
desperately on her chains, she pleaded, "No-no, p-please,"
she sobbed, "it hurts! Please don't!"
Cristy's obvious pain merely aroused Donatien's ardor.
With all of his strength, he thrusts, raping his beautiful
and helpless captive's bruised sex, feeling his organ
ramming into her warm flesh until it could go no further.
Cristy screamed with her coarse voice. The agony
seared through her body. She felt as if someone is stabbing
a sharp burning sword into her. Chains rattled as her lithe
delicate form writhed violently in torment, as Donatien's
massive organ started to hammer into her again and again.
Tears flowed freely from her eyes, now red from crying,
mixing with beads of sweat. Droplets of blood dripped
afresh from where Cristy and her master was joined,
testament to her suffering.
Again and again he thrust into her, impaling her on his
organ.
"Ah, Yes!" Donatien finally shouted as his body
shuddered in a final fierce thrust. It was as if his body
had exploded in a million directions, releasing every bit of
energy in him. He felt his hot seeds shooting into his
beautiful captive's battered sex in massive squirts.
Breathing heavily from the exertion, Donatien withdraws his
penis reluctantly out of Cristy.

Cristy's eyes were closed and she was whimpering
pitifully as a heavy-breathing Donatien released the
manacles on her wrists and ankles. Freed from the chains,
Cristy's limp body fell to the blood-stained floor. Slowly,
she curled up into the fetal position, sobbing and
whimpering uncontrollably.

Gradually catching his breath, Donatien bent down and
touched the young woman's teary face with a finger, "So, how
are you feeling, little slave?"

It was a long moment before Cristy whimpered, her voice
was tiny and barely audible, "N-no more, please,"
Donatien shook his head, "No more? But what of your
trying kick me? You know that you must be punished, don't
you? We just cannot have little slave girls trying to kick
the master in the groin."

Hearing this, Cristy struggled desperately to crawl
away, "N-no!" she cried in terror. Her body was too weak
from the remorseless beatings and her brutal rape.
Before she had crawled more than a few inches, Donatien
stumped hard on her, placing all of his considerable
strength on her delicate right ankle. Cristy screamed,
feeling and hearing the bones in her ankle snap. Then pain
inundated her senses and she fainted again.

In darkness, Cristy's mind was filled with a jumbled
mixture of impressions. She felt gloved hands touching her,
dabbing at her painful wounds. She felt the sting of a
hydrogen peroxide sterilizing her wounds. She cried and
begged, her words incoherent, "D-don't hurt me anymore... P-
please," she sobbed. She felt ointments being applied and
bandages taped and wrapped around her body. Then, she felt
the prick of a needle. Everything then faded away.

Cristy woke up in an opulent bedroom on a luxurious bed
and covered in silk sheet. Donatien slept besides her, his
powerfully muscled body a sharp contrast to her delicate
female form. Donatien's strong arms wrapped around her
lithe body, his right hand cupped her left breast while his
left hand touched the dark triangle of her pubic thatch.

Her own wrists are locked in padded handcuffs before her
body. Cristy peeked beneath the silk sheet and saw that her
right ankle is encased in a slim, plasteel cast. Cristy
moved slightly and heard the clinking of a chain, realizing
that her left ankle is locked by a shackle, chaining her to
the bed. She was completely naked except for a wide variety
of bandages over her body.
Cristy felt sore and her body hurt all over. She
slowly unwrapped Donatien's hands around her, careful not to
wake him. She then sat up and moved out of the sheet.
Carefully, she examined the shackle on her ankle, wondering
if she had a chance to escape.
As she started to gently tug at the chain, Donatien's
voice sounded behind her, "Don't even think about it."
Cristy turned around to see Donatien sitting up, his icy
blue eyes staring at her. Cristy cringed back in fear, then
she realized that there would be no way she could escape his
wrath. Tearful, Cristy bite her lower lip and lowered her
eyes, whispering, "Good morning, master."
Donatien shook his head, "Why do you keep on trying to
escape? Do you know that in the short time you've been
here, you've got the record among all my past slaves with
the most attempts to escape?"
Silence ensued, then Cristy whispered, "May Cristy
speak freely to answer master's question?"
Donatien nodded, "Yes."
"How could master ask Cristy that?" Cristy sobbed,
"Cristy has been abducted. In captivity, Cristy has been
raped, beaten almost daily, humiliated, and treated like an
animal. Master has even had Cristy addicted to a drug.
Please, master, let Cristy go..." Near the end Cristy's
voice was choked with sobs.
Donatien grabbed Cristy's shoulder and gently pulled
her close. Reluctantly, Cristy leaned toward Donatien, numb
with indifference as his hand fondled her breasts. "And
where would you go if you escape, little slave?" Donatien
whispered as he kissed Cristy, tasting the sweetness of her
lips. Donatien then turned around and removed a notebook
computer from the drawer of the bedside night stand.
"Computer, display file: Vivian 'Cristy' Gray."
Donatien spoke to the computer as he flipped it open to show
Cristy the screen. The screen came to life as it obeyed
Donatien's commands, "Voice code recognized," the computer
spoke, "File retrieved."
Donatien's finger touched the control panel and started
explaining to Cristy, "You did not know it, but your old
life had ended a while ago. Look, here is a withdrawal form
to the university you were enrolled in. Here are various
letters from you that your friends received, indicating that
you would be leaving school to pursue an opportunity with a
certain business that I control indirectly. Here are the
closing statements of your various debts and assets. Your
debts, including student loans and miscellaneous bills were
all paid off. Your meager assets are consolidated into a
single account at one of my banks. Here is your 'perpetual
contract' with one of my businesses, which essentially made
you a legal property of mine in actuality if not in name.
There are video-clips of you stating and signing all the
relevant documents if you wishes to see them."
Cristy felt cold, as if her heart had been frozen. "H-
how?" she whispered, feeling the last ray of hope fleeing
from her.
Donatien smiled, "Isn't modern technology wonderful, my
little slave? Computer programs to imitate your handwriting
and signature. Computer graphics to model your video
appearance. It really wasn't too difficult. Oh, I forgot
to tell you, my people have also taken the liberty of
modifying your criminal records - making them slightly
tarnished. So, if it ever comes to head, the courts or the
police would never believe you. Furthermore, if you
escaped, you would be breaking your lawful contract with my
business. The police would help us track you down as a
fugitive."
Cristy cried into her hands, knowing that Donatien
spoke the truth. Her life before her abduction had been
destroyed. There would be nowhere for her to return to.
Tears dripped down and stained the silk sheets.

Cristy stopped playing again, tears sliding down her
cheek. To prevent the hired instructors' suspicion, Cristy,
though normally kept nudity, was allowed cloths for her
ballet, modern dance, and clarinet lessons. Now Cristy sat
opposite her aged clarinet instructor, a Mr. Johann Denner,
crying with her face in her hands.

"Are you all right?" Johann asked.

Cristy wiped away her tears and sniffed, "P-please, Mr.
Denner, can we stop the lesson here and just talk?"
Johann nodded understandingly, "Of course, Cristy.

What would you like to talk about?"

Cristy smiled weakly, "Mr. Denner, what did my
'chaperons' tell you about me?"

"Well. I know that you are a distant relative to Mr.
D'Ailly, a cousin, I believe? They mentioned that you were
attending college. They also mentioned that you have some
problems with, ah, substance abuse, and you were forced to
withdraw from you education." Johann paused, frowning, the
young woman was crying again.

Without thinking, Johann took Cristy in his arms and
hugged her, letting the young woman bury her face in his
ancient shoulder and gently patted her on the back. "There,
there," he spoke softly to her, "That is all behind you now.
Drugs are bad, but every one of us make mistakes, and you
are lucky you have people who cares for you. Besides,
Cristy, drugs or no drugs, you are still one of the best
pupils I've ever had in my forty-five years of teaching."
Cristy lifted up her head, tears still glittering in
her eyes. She whispered, "Really?"

"Yes," Johann smiled at the young woman, "You have a
great deal of talent, Cristy. I have some slight reputation
in the music field and a few friends left in the academic
circles. If you like, I could write you a recommendation
and pull some strings to get you into a good music academy."

Cristy smiled weakly, "Thank you, Mr. Denner." Then
she paused and Johann noticed her lips quiver as if wanting
to speak out but couldn't, finally she just said, "I don't
think I could play anymore tonight, Mr. Denner, could you
help me back in my wheel chair?"

Johann nodded, "Sure. Should I get your chaperon?"
"Yes, please," sitting in the wheel chair, Cristy
flashed a sad little smile at Johann, "I am sorry, Mr.
Denner."

As Johann walked to get one of Cristy's 'chaperons'
(actually one of Cristy's keepers), Cristy turned her wheel
chair and headed quickly for the small rest room connected
to the sitting room where she took her clarinet lessons. As
Johann talked to her keeper, she entered the rest room.
Once within the rest room, Cristy pushed herself away
from the wheel chair. Crawling on the floor, Cristy then
used all her strength to tip the wheel chair on its side and
kick it with her left leg to wedge it firmly between the
rest room door and the toilet. By now, the guards
monitoring the hidden cameras realized something was wrong.

Her keeper had left Johann Denner for one of the guards to
escort out as he ran toward the rest room door.

"Cristy! Cristy!" Her keeper pounded on the door,

"Open this door now, girl, or you'll be regret it!"

Cristy ignored him and climbed painfully onto her knees
before the sink. She pushed the button that would enable
the sink bowl to retain water. She then turns on the hot
water and waited. Faintly, beyond the door, Cristy heard
the voice of several guards and another angry threat from
her keeper. She saw the knobs on the rest room door turning
uselessly. The noise was deafening as several guards
slamming their bodies against the door, trying to force it
open. Cristy smiled and for once she could appreciate the
luxurious appointment of Donatien's home. The rest room
door is a solid slab of oak, beautifully engraved, set into
a strong frame with heavy hinges - it would take a while for
the guards to break it down.

Gradually, steam from the hot water had filled the
room. Cristy hoped that it would be enough to cloud the
hidden cameras and give her the precious time she needs.
Cristy kicked off the shoe on her left foot and hold it in
her right hand as she struggled to stand up with her left
hand grabbing onto the sink. Slowly, Cristy rose up,
standing on her left foot. Holding her shoe with both
hands, she smashes it into the mirror above the sink.

It took her three tries before the mirror shattered
completely, scattering sharp pieces everywhere. Carefully,
Cristy used her fingers to pry out a particularly nasty
looking shard from the frame. Placing the shard on the
sink, Cristy loosened the sleeves of her blouse. She was
crying now, her tears streaking down her face as she grabbed
hold of the mirror shard. "Mom and dad," she whispered, her
voice choked with tears, "your little Vivian is coming to
you."

Sinking her wrists beneath the hot water, Cristy slit
her wrists.

"What the hell is going on?" Dr. Stern yelled as he
entered the elevator leading up to the floors that
Donatien's suite occupied. Damn it, he thought to himself,
I should never have taken this job as that rich man's
residential physician. First that poor girl beaten and
raped senseless, now what?

"It's the girl, Dr. Stern," the guard escorting him
replied, "She tried to kill herself. She shut herself in a
rest room and slit her wrists. We found her five minutes
ago, we called you immediately."

"Damn it!" Dr. Stern kicked the elevator door, "I
thought you guys have this entire building wired up, don't
you guys have cameras everywhere? Why didn't you guys keep
an eye on her?"

"We did, Dr. Stern, but that little lady is smart!" the
guard actually looked nervous, it was the first time Dr.
Stern saw one of these impassive mercenaries sweating, "As
per the boss' order, we kept a special eye on the little
lady. The guard at the camera station says that he saw her
dart into the rest room on her wheel chair, then used the
wheel chair to wedge the door in place. She then turns on
the hot water to blind the camera with steam. We tried to
batter the door down but couldn't. We thought of shooting
the door off its hinges but were afraid that the ricochet
might hurt the girl. Finally we found a small electric
chain saw used for cutting shrubbery in the garden and cut
that door off its hinges."

The guard shook his head, "By the time we got into the
rest room, the little lady was lying in a pool of blood on
the floor. She had shattered the mirror and used one of the
shards to slit her wrists. I'm telling you, she planned the
whole fuckin' thing. She only got her wheel chair
yesterday, and today she pulled this off. Damn, that's one
smart little lady." The guard was unable to keep out hints
of pity and admiration in his voice, Dr. Stern shook his head,
"Forget how it happened, where is she?"

"Otis got to her first and bound up her wrists. We
dragged her out of the rest room and wrapped her in heavy
blankets before laying her on the floor." The guards talked
into his headset for a moment, then said, "Mr. Horoun is up,
he said that he'll be there pronto."

The elevator door opened and Dr. Stern and the guard
ran out.

Arriving at the sitting room, Dr. Stern quickly begins
to examine the unconscious Cristy. A few moments later,
Horoun arrived, clad in his sleeping robes, wearing a
communication headset. "Dr. Stern, could we handle this
situation here in the tower, or do we need hospital
facilities?" Horoun asked.

"Damn it, this is bad. We'll need the hospital
facilities, we can't handle this here." Dr. Stern cursed,
"Shit, she's going into shock." Turning to Horoun, he said,
"When is the ambulance going to get here?"

"No ambulance, Dr. Stern. Within a few minutes, I'll
have a hover-copter here," the Iranian replied, "we are
enacting the emergency plan laid out if Mr. Donatien himself
should get hurt. We should get to the hospital within ten
minutes after the hover-copter gets here. We have a special
arrangement with the hospital to keep things of this sort
discreet. I'll get a few people working among the hospital
personnel to prevent media leaks."

"The girl is dying and you are worrying about media
leaks?!"

"Dr. Stern," Horoun explained patiently to the outraged
physician, "while I truly hope you can save the girl, as Mr.
D'Ailly seems to enjoy her company and has invested a great
deal of money in her, my loyalty is to Mr. D'Ailly, not the
girl." Horoun paused a moment listening to his headset then
said, "The hover-copter is on its way, they'll get here in
three minutes."

Dr. Stern shook his head, "Let's hope that's enough."
He bent down and stared at the Cristy's face. Cristy was
pale from the blood loss, yet she was still lovely. Her
eyes were closed and cold sweat covered her. Dr. Stern
shook his head again. Lifting up his head, he saw the trail
of blood leading out from the rest room. In a moment of
compassion, he touched the young woman's face and whispered,
"You poor little fool."

Chapter 3 The Wedding

Three weeks ago, Cristy woke up in a hospital bed with
a roomful of machines attached to her body. Her severe
blood loss had damaged many organs and muscles in her body.
She had been so weak that she did not even have the strength
to eat, but needed nutrients inject directly into her body.
Upon gaining consciousness, Cristy became frightened as she
immediately realized that her captors would take terrible
measures in response to her attempted suicide - it was
merely a matter of time.

When Cristy returned to her master's home, after a long
stay in the hospital, her old keepers had been replaced.
Cristy soon found out that her new keepers were true
sadists, who enjoyed using the goad on her. Every day,
before her evening bath, Cristy's keepers torture and
humiliate her in a "play session". The only rule of the
"play session" is that the keepers cannot permanently mark
Cristy in any fashion and cannot instruct Cristy in any
sexual matters. Beyond that, the keepers could do with
Cristy as they please. The new keepers' perversions seem
endless, and they delight in finding a new way to abuse and
degrade their beautiful charge.

Security became tighter around Cristy. She was never
left alone. Everywhere she went, including the rest room
and her various lessons, her two new keepers followed. She
no longer slept with her master; indeed, Cristy had not seen
her master, Donatien, since the day of her attempted
suicide. Now she slept in a small room assigned to her,
chained to the bed, with guards watching her during the
night on shifts.

Immediately after she had left the hospital, Cristy
began a slow and painful convalescence. She was in physical
therapy, having to re-build and re-learn the muscles in her
legs and arms. Despite her loneliness and the hostile
surroundings, Cristy's health improved. In a few months
Cristy felt completely recovered, and was surprised that
there aren't even scars on her wrists to remind her of her
attempt at suicide.

As her strength increased, Cristy, though unwilling to
admit it consciously, began to adapt to her life as a slave.
She learned how to endure the humiliation and degradation.
She learned to obey and please her captors. She still is
terrified of being beaten, but as she improved as a slave,
she was beaten less often.

In addition, despite the revulsion of her mind at her
status as a sex toy, her body became more responsive and
sensitive. Her keepers taunted her that she is "an easy
girl and a natural slut." The slightest touch at the right
places could make her weak at the knees and trembling with
passion. At times, she felt so possessed by her desire that
she dreamed of being raped and beaten again by her master,
but her mind chastised her at such thoughts.

Her progress pleased her captors, and Cristy was
rewarded. She was given the permission to wear cloths, but
she still had to strip on command. Cristy was overjoyed
when they allowed her a wardrobe in her quarters. She could
even pick out some of her cloth by shopping with a computer.
Her captors also hired a retired professor to instruct
her in her favorite subject - music composition. She
pleaded for, and received, voice training as well as lessons
in playing the cello. She was even allowed a little bit of
time every week to browse through the vast paper and
electronic library of her master. Of course, her lessons in
ballet, modern dancing, and the clarinet continued. The
various lessons filled her days; for the first time since
her abduction, Cristy actually felt content. Even the
guards and her keepers dutifully reported that the young
woman had grace them with her lovely smile on occasions.
Then, she met Donatien again.

Her first sign that the day was to be unusual was when
Horoun arrived in her quarters in the morning. Cristy had
just finished her morning bath and was drying her hair when
Horoun entered her quarters. As her quarters were small and
there were already two keepers and guards with her, Horoun
left his own guards outside the room and gestured for the
two keepers to leave.

"Take you cloth off," Horoun commanded.

Cristy obeyed, removing her bathrobe, standing nude
before the dark-skinned Iranian.

Horoun smiled at the sight of her naked body, "You are
lovely, slave, even more beautiful than when you first
arrived. Those dancing lessons have done wonders in
refining the exquisite curves of your body."

Cristy lowered her eyes and whispered, "Thank you,
sir."

Horoun produced a long leather strap. Cristy shivered,
frightened that Horoun has decided to beat her. "Turn
around," Horoun commanded.

Cristy obeyed. Instead of hitting her with the strap,
however, Horoun tied the strap around her waist. Cristy
winced slightly as Horoun tightened the strap. "Cross your
wrists behind your back," Horoun commanded.

Cristy obeyed and felt Horoun grabbing her slender
wrists and tying them with remaining length of the strap.
When Horoun finished, Cristy's hands are tightly secured
behind her back. Horoun then went to Cristy's closet and
picked out a gray windbreaker. Wrapping the windbreaker
around Cristy, he buttoned it up and tightened its belt.

Finally, Horoun produced a blindfold from his pocket and
secure it over Cristy's eyes.

"She's ready," Horoun said, "let's go."

They took her for a ride on a hover-copter. The ride
was long and bumpy; Cristy was dizzy with motion sickness
when the hover-copter finally landed. She was glad that she
has not had any breakfast. They led Cristy out of the
hover-copter as the whining of the hover-copter's engine
quiets down.

As someone untied her blindfold and removed it, Cristy
saw that she was standing in a clearing within a forest.
She turned around and saw her master, Donatien, standing on
the other side of the clearing.

Donatien was wearing an iron-gray double-breast suit.
As he walked toward her, across the clearing, Cristy feels
weak. She was in awe and terror of the man and her body
trembled. He kissed her on the cheek and whispered,
"Greetings, little slave, did you miss me?"

Cristy's thoughts were that she should hate him for all
he had done to her, but her body revolted against her mind.

The kiss aroused her; she felt hot and she was suddenly
aware of her nudity beneath the windbreaker. She leaned on
his strong body, tears welled up in her eyes, and she
whispered, "Yes, master, Cristy missed you."

Donatien smiled. His voice was calm as he spoke,
"Come, everyone, I wish you all to witness something."
They walked across the clearing into the forest and
found a group of four guards keeping watch over two
prisoners. Cristy gasped as she recognized the prisoners,
as they were her keepers before her attempted suicide. They
looked terrified, not at all the arrogant and abusive
eunuchs whom Cristy had remembered. Despite what she had
suffered from the two, she felt pity for them.

Donatien started speaking, "With the exception of this
slave, all of you know these two men have wronged me
grievously. I had entrusted them with this slave, but their
negligence had nearly resulted in her suicide. When they
realized that they have neglected my trust, instead of
asking me for forgiveness, they added to their crime."

"They stole money and information from me before they
left the Marquis Tower. They then attempted to sell the
information to my enemies in return for protection. The
information they sold had cost me dearly, forcing me to
spend the last few months traveling over the entire globe,
repairing the damages they had done."

"Now, you all shall witness my vengeance."

Donatien gestured and one of the guards handed him a
pistol. It was a caseless .22 made for target shoting with
a custom grip. Donatien pointed the gun at one of the ex-
keeper's head and calmly squeezed off two rounds. Blood and
bone splayed as the bullets entered the man's forehead.
Without pausing, Donatien turned and aimed again. He
squeezed off another two rounds, this time into the second
ex-keeper's right knee. The ex-keeper screamed as blood
spurted from his knee. Donatien handed the pistol back to
his guard and walked to Cristy.
Cristy was nauseated. She leaned tightly on Donatien,
burying her face into his chest, wanting to forget the
bloody scene before her. Donatien whispered to her,
gesturing at the ex-keeper who is still alive, "He's the one
who was nearest to you when you darted into the rest room.
He's also the one who had dared to sell my secrets. Listen
and watch how I punish him, little slave."

Donatien then turned to one of the guards, "Otis, I
want you to put two bullets each, into his left shoulder,
his right shoulder, his left hip, and his right hip."
"Yes, sir," the guard drew his gun, a caseless nine-
millimeter with a silencer. Donatien held Cristy in his
arms, forcing the young woman to watch. The young woman
cringed as the guards fired eight shots as directed by
Donatien, Cristy's former keeper screamed and cursed. His
language was vicious, foul, and extremely descriptive of
Donatien's ancestry.

Donatien ignored the man's screams of pain and his
language. He kissed Cristy's ear and asked her, "Do you
know what is the favorite food of ants?" Cristy was scared
by the violence she saw and had barely heard her master's
question. She shook her head, "No, master, Cristy do not
know."

Donatien removed a sealed jar from the pocket of his
suit, "Ants love a substance known as honeydew, produced by
insects called aphids." He heaved the small jar, "This is a
jar of concentrated honeydew extract. Since, we will be
leaving shortly, I think our noisy friend here might need a
little company. Of course, once the ants get here, they may
decide to use our noisy friend here as a meal, one tiny
insect bite at a time..."

Cristy watched in horror as Donatien walked up to the
bleeding body and poured the contents of the jar all over
the ex-keeper before throwing the jar away. Donatien then
turned around and smiled, "Now, shall we go, or does my
darling little slave want to watch the ants have their
meal?"

Cristy vomited and sank to her knees on the ground.
After the horror show in the morning, Donatien had
taken her, with the rest of their entourage, to a small lake
beyond the forest. There, in the golden glow of the warm
morning sun, they had a picnic, with Cristy feeding out of
her master's hand.

After the picnic, they had retreated beneath a tree.

Donatien had laid down and commanded Cristy to join him.
Cristy snuggled up to him. She felt contented to have her
master's arm around her despite the fact that her mind is
revolted by her shameless behavior. They did nothing most
of the day, letting the lazy hours drift by. It was
different from Cristy's normally hectic day, filled with
lessons. Cristy enjoyed the break from her usual routine.
Cristy vomited again, feeling dizzy and sick.

It is now afternoon and her master had taken her back
to where her former keeper is dying. What had once been a
human figure was now covered with crawling ants. The mere
sight of the thousands of moving insects over the human form
made her sick.

Donatien saw Cristy's reaction and laughed as did the
others. "I doubt this fool has single patch of skin left
that's intact," Horoun commented. Turning to Donatien,
Horoun laughed, "Now I know why I work for you. I could
never come up with something like this. Had you been an
Arab, you would have made an impressive warrior of the
jihad, a figure feared by all."

Even with her eyes closed, the horrible image was
imprinted in her mind. Perhaps the worst thing was the
moaning. The moaning reminded Cristy that what lay beneath
that layer of crawling ants is still alive and feeling the
pain. The mere thought of it revolts her and she puked yet
again. She tried to turn away, but Donatien's hand
restrained her. He forced her to watch the ants carrying
away small bits of the dying figure, to hearing the terrible
moaning, and to smell the air tainted with the stench of
blood.

"Remember this well, my little slave," Donatien
whispered to Cristy. "But if you forget," he smiled,
gesturing to the guard next to him with a camcorder, "don't
worry. I'll let you watch our home-made video."

"Why did master force Cristy to watch?" Cristy asked.
It was evening; Cristy and her master were alone in the
dungeon. Donatien sat in a chair, sipping and savoring the
taste of a goblet of brandy. Cristy kneeled nude before
him. Donatien had just asked what his beautiful slave
thought of what she had witnessed today. Cristy was given
the permission to speak freely.

"There was a reason, wasn't there, master?" Cristy
inquired.

"Smart girl," Donatien laughed, "but there were more
than one reason. Would you like to know them?"

"Yes, master," Cristy nodded.

"Very well. The first reason is that this experience
is meant as a warning for you, little slave. Although
recently you have become more like a proper slave girl, I
suspect that you still harbor resentment in your mind.

Well, the next time you think of trying to escape, or to
commit suicide, or to show defiance in any manner, remember
how your keeper had died. I promise you now, you will
suffer worse than he."

Cristy was truly frightened. She could tell from her
master's voice that he was not joking or making an idle
threat. The image of the swarm of ants emerged in her mind
again and she shivered. Trying to thrust the horrid image
from her mind, Cristy asked, "What are the other reasons,
master?"

"The second reason I won't tell you yet. The third and
last reason is that what you had witnessed today is the last
task I wanted to accomplish before I punish you."

Cristy trembled, terrified, "Master, please..."

Donatien cut her off, "Don't even try to beg, little
slave. Did you think your master has forgotten your attempt
at suicide? Did you gloat in your secret heart that you had
escape punishment?"

Tears brimmed up in Cristy's beautiful eyes as she
whispered, her delicate voice pleading, "No, master,
Cristy..."

"Be silent, slave." Donatien shook his head, "I wanted
to hear no more from you. Come here and stand right before
me."

Cristy obeyed and stood nude right before her master,
remembering to cross her wrists behind her back. Donatien
reached for her body. Cristy shivered slightly as she felt
his cool hands upon her skin. Slowly, he ran his hands over
her body, tracing every exquisite curve, feeling the tender
texture of her flawless skin. Cristy felt aroused as her
body flushed with warmth.

She bit her lower lip and pressed her knees closer
together - she could already felt the wetness between her
legs. She moaned softly, tears in her eyes, her mind
reprimanding her of her shameful behavior. Then her
master's hands moved up from her legs and touched her
breasts. She felt his hands grab her firm breasts and her
whole body shivered.

Her nipples hardened at his slightest touch and
Donatien noticed how Cristy trembled with desire. Donatien
rolled her nipples between his fingers and heard the slave
girl moaning softly as tears streaked down the slave girl's
eyes. By now, Donatien realized that Cristy's nipples are
probably the most sensitive erogenous zone of her body
besides her nether region. Donatien continued to tease the
slave girl's nipples, watching her tremble in tears,
quivering in shame and arousal.

Cristy's mind was torn between conflicting emotions.
The strict moral codes of her father and the inhibitions of
her background condemned her body's obscene reactions. Her
desire moaned for Cristy to fall on here knees and beg the
man before her to ravish her. She was torn between love and
hate for the man before her. As her arousal builds,
involuntarily, she rubbed her legs together - trying to
relief the explosive desire in her body.

Suddenly, without warning, Donatien slapped the slave
girl, sending her to the floor sobbing. Donatien saw
Cristy's stunned, tearful, yet uncomprehending glance and
explained. "You forgot this is suppose to be your
punishment for attempting suicide. Understand that you are
a slave. Your body and your mind are both my property. I
will do with you as I please. You will not have an orgasm
without my permission. You will not touch your own
erogenous zones without my permission except to clean
yourself. Understood?"

Cristy tried to stop her tears and whispered, "Yes,
master."

"Good. Now assume your kneeling position."

As Cristy obeyed, Donatien went to a wall cabinet and
removed a few items. Donatien then gestured for Cristy to
approach one of the devices in the dungeon. Donatien smiled
as he saw despair and dread in Cristy's beautiful teary
eyes, "Hurry up, slave!" Cristy obeyed, crawling on her
knees to the indicated device.

The device in question is an inverted vertical rack,
with various devious options built into it. Basically, it
is a box made of thick durasteel plates bolted to the floor,
housing an internal electric motor, and other machinery.

The rack stood nine feet high, three feet wide, two feet
deep at the top, and three feet deep at the bottom. One of
its side is at right angle to the floor, while the other is
slanted at a steep slope. A smooth, matte black finish had
been applied to the surface of the rack, giving it an
ominous and modern appearance.

At the very top corners of the rack were two small
pulleys. Two steel cables, three-eighth of an inch in
diameter, ran from holes on top of the box onto the pulley,
then falling down on the slanted side of the box. At the
end of each steel cable is a manacle. A similar, but
inverted arrangement of pulleys, steel cables, and manacles
is located at the base of the box.

Donatien saw the fear in Cristy's eyes and laughed. He
grabbed the slave girl's ankles and locked them into the
manacles connected to the top steel cables. He then pushed
a button on the side of the box and activated the electric
motors of the rack. Cristy watched helplessly as her body
was hoisted upwards by the steel cables. The manacles
locked about her ankles dragged her nude body up the deeply
slanted side of the rack.

By the time Donatien stopped the electric motors,
Cristy was suspended upside down. Even if she stretched,
she would not be able to brush the floor with the tip of her
fingers. The position was uncomfortable at the least and
Cristy realized that her upside down position, combined with
her legs spread apart by the manacles, gave her master a
clear view of her labia. Abashed, Cristy's face flushed red
with embarrassment.

Now Donatien locked Cristy's wrists in the bottom set
of manacles. He then kissed Cristy, "Now, you will learn
slowly, what agony truly is, slave." Pushing another
button, Donatien activated the electric motor again, reeling
into the rack all four steel cables. As the steel cables
were reeled into the rack, Cristy's limbs were stretched.

Despite the tortures she had already suffered, the
agony of the rack was like nothing Cristy had felt before.
Cristy screamed in pain. She could feel the muscles of her
body tightened like a bowstring. She could feel the tendons
and ligaments being pulled. She tried to pull against the
manacles, but it was useless, the pain was excruciating.

Beads of perspiration formed on her forehead and tears
flowed profusely from her eyes.

Finally, Donatien stopped the electric motors.
Cristy was sobbing softly, having nearly fainted from
the agony. Her pain blocked out nearly all other
sensations. Donatien examined Cristy; her exquisite
dancer's form stretched taut on the rack. He ran his hands
over her body, feeling the firm muscles rippling beneath her
perfect skin. Her breathing was shallow, and Donatien
watched with fascination at the gentle rise and fall of her
lovely chest.

"How are you feeling, little slave?"

Cristy whimpered in pain, "I-it hurts, master. P-
please, master, Cristy is sorry..." Cristy sobbed, her body
choked by pain and tears.

"No, I don't think you are sorry enough," Donatien said
coolly, "you need discipline to take the lesson to heart.

You need more pain to teach you not to damage your master's
property by trying to commit suicide."

"P-please, no," Cristy whimpered, her eyes closed. She
was terrified, her mind hazy with pain. It seems that every
muscle in her body is sore and aching.

Donatien produced a pair of specially designed nipple
clamps. The nipple clamps are shaped like small flat cones
the size of nickels. Unlike the traditional nipple clamps
which squeeze the victim's nipples, Donatien's nipple clamps
contain two smaller inner rings which grows smaller as the
clamps are tightened. The inner rings constrict the
victim's nipples rather than squeezing them.

Donatien placed the nipple clamps on Cristy's
hypersensitive nipples. Slowly, he tightened them. Cristy
cried; her nipples felt as if someone had driven hot needles
into them. She begged Donatien to stop it, but her tears
and pleadings are ignored. Strange pain and arousal flared
in Cristy's body as she squirmed, crying, sobbing, moaning,
and shivering.

Donatien now took out a box containing two vibrators.
While Cristy was unconscious in the hospital, Donatien had
taken the opportunity to get some of his men to get
extremely precise measurements of Cristy's body. The two
vibrators were custom designed to fit into Cristy's vagina
and anus respectively. Each vibrator is large enough that
it stretches the orifice and causes pain, but small enough
that it does not damage the muscle or loosen the tightness
of the orifice.

Reaching beneath Cristy, Donatien parted her buttocks
and found the rosebud opening of her anus. First Donatien
lubricated the anal vibrator with some oil before turning it
on. Donatien then inserted the vibrator into Cristy's anus.
The process was difficult due to Cristy's position, but
Donatien was eventually successful. Cristy gasped in pain,
as the foreign object was inserted into her anal tunnel, but
she could do little other than sob in pain.

As Donatien parted the folds of the trembling young
woman's labia, he noticed her wetness. It was obvious to
Donatien that Cristy's body is slowly becoming one of a pain
slut. As the sexual sensitivity of Cristy's body increases,
pain and pleasure became intertwined to her. Her body is
now a slave to the agonizing pleasure her tortures and
degradation brings; although her mind, conditioned from
childhood, would always despise the response of her body.
She would always be slightly resistant, defiant, never
totally submissive and boring; yet her exquisite body would
be completely helpless to the pleasures and pains of
bondage. It was one of the reasons why Donatien had chosen
Cristy in the first place.

"What a beautiful slut you are, my slave," Donatien
smiled as he inserted the vibrator into Cristy's vagina.

"You are a slut, aren't you, my darling slave?"
Cristy could barely talk from the variety of pain that
is inflicted on her body. Yet, she dare not ignore her
master; she sobbed softly, "Y-yes, master... C-C-Cristy
is... is your slut."

Donatien now took out two wires. He connected the end
of each wire to a separate nipple clamp. The other ends of
the wires were plugged into jacks on the side of the rack.
What makes Donatien's dungeon different from those of
others is the fact that all his devices utilize the latest
technology. The rack has a small computer built within.

Using a wireless system, the computer can be programmed to
control a variety of devices. In this case, the computer
would be programmed to control the electrical motors of the
rack, the vibrators, and the nipple clamps.
Donatien's fingers danced over the controls for the
rack's computer. The electrical motors would alternate
between reeling in and reeling out two inches of steel cable
at ten minute periods. This would prevent the slave girl
from been damaged by the rack but cause her plenty of pain.

Every two minutes, the rack would send an electrical
current, via the wires, to the nipple clamps. The current
would last one minute. Every seven minutes, the vibrators
would stop for three minutes, preventing Cristy from
reaching orgasm, but still keeping her on the edge of
ecstasy, agonizing.

Donatien activated the program and heard Cristy scream,
her body jolting from the first of the electrical shock sent
to her nipples. Donatien smiled. He would leave the
beautiful slave girl suffering as she is for a few hours.
He is fairly certain that by the time he returns, Cristy
would be little more than a piece of slave flesh moaning and
squirming on the rack.

Tears stained Cristy's beautiful face. Perspiration
glistened on her dancer's body. She could hear the muffled
humming of the electrical motors, extending her aching form
yet again. She whimpered in agony, pulling weakly on her
steel bonds, gasping as her body was stretched taut yet
again. Suddenly, electricity shot through her tormented
body. Delivered through her stiff, sore nipples, the
electrical current sets her nerves aflame.

She cried out in pain once more, feeling her muscles,
already sore from the rack, tighten from the electrical
current. Her excruciating pain was intertwined with desire.

The buzzing vibrators at her aching groin kept taking her to
the tormenting edge of ecstasy, but never letting her reach
that orgasm.

Her breath was haggard; convulsive sobs wracked her
body. Her mind was fogged as the agonies of her ordeal
inundated her senses. The hours seem to stretch into
eternity. The rack seems an earthly manifestation of hell.

Her every joint begged for release; her every muscle
screamed for mercy.

Her body was a living symphony of agony, terror, and
ecstasy.

Cristy wept.

She gasped, trying to catch her breath. Released from
the hellish rack, Cristy collapsed into her master's
embrace, choking on her own tears. Donatien had carefully
removed the nipple clamps and the vibrators before releasing
her from the rack. Cristy pounded her small fist into her
master's powerful chest. "I hate you! I hate you!" she
wept, so overwhelmed by her ordeal that she no longer cared
to address her master properly.

"N-no, p-please," she pleaded as she felt her master's
hand between her thighs. His fingers toyed with her abused
clitoris making her gasp in pain. She felt the familiar
rush of blood to her skin. She was both aroused and
ashamed. She felt him lowering his pants and his stiff
penis touching her. Her mind, still reeling from her
experience on the rack, was filled with terror as she
realized his intentions.

She tried to push him away, but she was too weak. He
slapped her, sending her sobbing on the floor. Tears ran
down her cheeks and she pleaded to him with a pitiful stare,
dread and hopelessness in her beautiful dark eyes. He
ignored her; his left hand on her shoulder, he roughly
pushed her lithe, smaller form to the cold floor.

She struggled, but it was useless. He placed his left
hand on her stomach to keep her body on the floor and pinned
her left thigh down with his left knee. He grabbed her
right ankle and pulled it over his left shoulder, thus
spreading her legs wide apart, with her sex easily
accessible.

"N-no," Cristy begged, her hands covering her labia,

"P-please master, Cristy hurts, master..."

Donatien's left hand grabbed Cristy's slender wrists,
moving them aside, uncovering her sex. Bending down,
Donatien moved his right hand beneath Cristy's body, his
right arm encircling her. Cristy tugged at her wrists, but
Donatien's grip was tight. Tears poured freely from her
eyes, "M-master, please." Her large almond-shaped eyes were
almost glazed with terror; "...please no, please..." she
sobbed.

Donatien smiled; he enjoys the mixture of loathing,
shame, fear, and hopelessness in Cristy's teary eyes. He
poised his penis at the entrance to her vaginal tunnel,
then, instead of ramming into her, his right arm lifted up

Cristy's slender form, impaling her on his massive organ.

Cristy wailed in pain, feeling the now familiar agony of
having her master's penis raping her. As Donatien released
her wrists, she pushed at her master's powerful chest,
trying to dislodge herself.

As Donatien gyrated his hip and thrust into her again,
Cristy screamed again. Her scream was cut short, however,
as Donatien's hand grabbed a handful of her raven tress and
painfully pulled her face to his. Donatien silenced her
scream by his lips upon hers. His kiss was fierce and he
forced his tongue into her mouth, teasing at her smaller
tongue.

Initially, Cristy continued tried to push Donatien
away, but his arms encircled her slim body and imprisoned
her. As he continued to kiss her and rape her, Cristy cried
from the pain, but also felt ecstasy lurking beneath the
agony. She felt her body growing hot, her desire, inflamed
by the hours of torture, now burst into a conflagration.

The inhibitions of her background slowly melted against her
desires. Slowly, tentatively, she started kissing him back.
Their tongues entangled as he renewed his thrusts into her.
Tears slipped from the corner of her eyes as she
cringed in pain from his thrusts. She felt as if her body
was on fire, with her groin as the core of the flame.

Despite the pain of having his massive organ within her
narrow tunnel, she moved her hips, tried to match his
rhythm.

Donatien smiled as he felt the slave girl succumbing to
the desires of her body. He knew that her mind will always
reject the notion of herself as a sex toy, but her body will
be his submissive slave. He crushed her slim, graceful,
dancer's form in his iron embrace, letting her feeling his
strength. Instead of trying to push him off, her lovely
arms embraced him, her nails piercing into his back.

They continued the kiss, breathing each other's scent.
Cristy could barely stand the agony of her master's
continuing thrusting, but as her pleasure increased it
slowly balanced the pain. Her mind was swimming through a
pool of terror, shame, pain, and pleasure. She felt her own
body's rhythm speeding faster along with that of her
master's. Their rhythm built slowly into a crescendo.

Their lips parted. Cristy moaned, tears of mixed joy and
agony streaked down her face. Their motions became even
faster; he thrust into her with savage, brutal strength. It
was all she could do to hug him tight as her body bucked
from his assaults.

Finally, they reached the peak. Cristy bit her lower
lip and felt the ultimate ecstasy that she had never felt.
Their bodies shuddered explosively together. Again and
again, they came, drenching each other's sex. Finally,
their energy exhausted; they collapsed to the floor
together, their body still joined.

It was evening again.

Dressed in his sleeping robe, Donatien sat in his study
in his favorite chair facing the fireplace with his feet up.
His slave girl kneeled nude beside his legs, gently washing
his feet. Donatien watched the twisting light and shadows
from the fireplace dancing across his slave's exquisite
body. It was a lovely sight.

Her eyes were humbly downcast as she dried his feet
with a small towel. She then washed her own hands before
uncapping a small bottle of scented lotion. She poured the
lotion over her small hands, then began to rub it over his
feet, messaging them softly. Donatien sighed, feeling
himself in a rare moment of relaxation.

As the slave girl finished messaging his feet and
washed her hands, Donatien took out a long flat box from the
pocket. "Slave, come here," he commanded, "I wish to show
you something."

Gingerly, she crawled to him and kneeled in the proper
position, "Yes, master?"

Donatien opened the box, but hid its content from the
eyes of the slave. He removed a tiny velvet pouch from the
box before closing the box and placing it on the lamp stand
besides him. "Give me your palms, little slave," he
commanded her.

She extended her palms and gasped as he poured the
contents of the velvet pouch into her hands. It was an
intricately wrought necklace made of the finest gold. Tiny
gold wires intertwined in a floral pattern that linked
together in a necklace. At the middle of the necklace was a
small platinum ring. "It's beautiful," the slave girl
whispered, her voice hushed.

Donatien smiled, "Examine it carefully, slave, you
might notice something interesting."

The slave girl picked up the necklace and examined it.
She paused as she saw the details of the ring. It was a
platinum wedding band. Upon its outside were engraved
symbolic bamboo leaves, representing longevity. Inside,
engrave with a spidery script in both English and Chinese:
"Until the oceans ran dry and the rocks decayed, our love
shall never die. To Alex, from Linda." The slave girl
looked up, tears in her eyes, "Master, it's the wedding band
Cristy's mother gave to Cristy's father, isn't it?"

"Yes," Donatien's hand traced the slave girl's cheeks.

"Then, Cristy's father is still alive?"

"Maybe."

"Please, master," the slave girl whispered, her voice
urgent, droplets of tears fell from her eyes, "do not tease
Cristy. Is Cristy's father still alive?"

"Patience, my little slave," Donatien smiled as he
wiped away the tears on the slave girl's cheeks. "Do you
remember that yesterday, when you ask me the reasons I show
you your former keeper's death I said I won't tell you the
second reason until later?"

Cristy nodded, tears brimming in her eyes, "Yes,
master."

"You have a decision to make, little slave. As of this
moment, your father is still alive, but he may soon enjoy
the similar, ah, 'exit' service as your former keeper."

"No!" the slave girl cried, horrified. "Please,
master, don't do it! Please, your slave begs you. Cristy's
father has never done anything against master. Please,
master, punish Cristy instead."

"Silence!" Donatien slapped the slave girl. The slave
girl buried her face in her hands, weeping. "Listen to me,
little slave. Your father is yet alive in an African POW
camp. You can chose for him to die as I said, or his safe
return. He will return home safely, to find a large sum of
money in his account to retire and live out his remaining
days in peace."

"Please, master," the slave girl begged, "Cristy would
do anything you want. Master can have anything he wishes,
let Cristy's father live."

"You forgot that I already own you, little slave. Now
be silent, unless you want to be punished for speaking
without permission."
Cristy nodded, tears running from her eyes.
"However, you do have something I want. I want your
complete loyalty. You will never try to escape. You will
never disobey me directly or indirectly. You will kill
yourself to be buried with me if I should die. You will
place my interest before your own. You will be, completely,
my slave."

The slave girl sobbed softly, knowing that if she
agreed, she would be trading her hopes of freedom for her
father's life. She cried, knowing that if she makes the
choice, she would never violate it, she would become the
chain that binds herself to slavery. Yet, what choice did
she have?

She looked up, her face wet with tears. Biting her
lower lip, she made her decision. She nodded to her master,
her delicate voice trembling, "Yes, master. Cristy will
give you her complete loyalty. Cristy will be your willing
slave."

"Are you certain?"

"Yes. May Cristy see her father one last time?"

Donatien thought about it, "Yes, but only in passing.

You will not be able to talk to him or interact with him in
any way. You are absolutely certain on becoming my willing
slave?"

"Yes, master."

"Good," Donatien took the necklace from Cristy's hand,
then opened the long flat box he had placed on the lamp
stand earlier. Within the box are three articles: a collar,
a bracelet, and an anklet. All three items were made of
durasteel, with a matte black finish applied to its surface.
Donatien stood up and picked up the anklet. The anklet
was a band of durasteel with a fusion lock. Once snapped
together, the ends of the anklet fuse, so that it could only
be removed by cutting the durasteel band. Attached to the
anklet are two tiny bells that would emit a delicate sound
as the wearer of the anklet moved. Donatien snapped the
anklet shut about the slave girl's left ankle and watch the
fusion lock fuses the metal.

Donatien now picked up the bracelet. The bracelet is
basically a band of tiny circlets riveted to one another.
In the middle of the bracelet is a tag which reads: "I am a
slave, the property of Donatien Alphonse Francois D'Ailly.
If found please return me to him by contacting the number on
the reverse side." On the reverse side of the band are an
address and a number. The bracelet also locks together via
a fusion lock. Donatien locked the bracelet around the
slave girl's right wrist.

Lastly, Donatien picked up the collar. The collar was
a thin and narrow band of durasteel, with a thumb print lock
and a small hole for attaching a leash. Donatien matched
his thumb print to the collar and it snapped open. He
placed the collar around slave girl's neck, then snap it
shut.

The anklet, the bracelet, and the collar were all made
to fit the slave girl perfectly. Each item is slightly
larger than the area it locked around, making it easy to
move for the purpose of cleaning, but impossible to slip
off.

Donatien now stood before the fireplace. "Crawl here
and kneel, slave," he commanded.

The slave girl obeyed, crawling before her master and
kneeled.

"Now kiss my feet."

The slave girl obeyed, planting her soft lips on his
feet.

"Now, put your forehead to the floor."

The slave girl obeyed. She then cried out as her
master places his right foot on top of her head, putting
pressure on her forehead against the floor.

"Do you submit to me completely," Donatien intoned, "to
be my willing slave always?"

The slave girl whispered, "Yes, master. Cristy submit
to you completely. To be your willing slave always." She
was sobbing softly now, fresh tears staining her cheeks.
She felt the strength of her master's foot on top of her
head. She submits to him; she is his.

Donatien removed his foot from her head. Bending down,
he fastened the gold necklace (with the platinum wedding
band in its middle) around the slave girl's neck.

The slave girl wept; her tears staining her master's
feet. With tenderness, she kissed her master's feet,
licking up her salty tears.

[The End of Song of the Clarinet]

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