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Dark Genius
Grey Phoenix

Author’s note: This is a work of fiction. I do not condone the actual practices this work is about, nor any non-consensual sexual activities. Fantasy is a fundamentally good thing but please remember there is a line between fantasy and reality. If you have constructive comments feel free to email me at wolfmedic101@yahoo.com, include “Dark Genius” in the subject so that I know your notes are not spam.

Chapter 1: The Abduction

Swearing Brandon Stewart rubbed his knuckles and saw that by luck he had not broken the skin, this time. He reached back into the tail of his plane to finish tightening the bulkhead screw. That done he took a break and made a note on the checklist. The last thing was the modifications he’d made to the plane. The aircraft was a replica of the Avia B-534 a Czech biplane fighter from World War Two. He had as he’d bought a copy of the original plans then built the plane himself. The modifications of the aircraft’s design were almost all in the tail section. In the original design the tail was hollow and empty. His modifications turned the tail into the bay he would use during his next trip to the lower 48 states. He walked to his work table in the center of the small hanger two hundred yards from his home north of Fairbanks, Alaska. On the table was the lower half of the container he’d built for the mission, a modification of a basket litter used in search and rescue missions. The pod had wheels which were large enough that he’d be able to wheel it to the house when he returned . He checked over every component, after all he was going to be carrying precious cargo, his slave. Pausing his mind wandered.

At the age of twelve he’d been accepted by Caltech and had distinguished himself, though not in the “normal” way of child prodigies. He’d decided early on that he wanted to fly and enjoy life to the fullest he could. As he was the only child of wealthy parents with no surviving relatives he knew that he would not have to work unless he wanted to. He had earned four bachelor’s degrees by the age of seventeen and had transferred to a design school to finish his education when he’d stumbled onto a bdsm website and he’d started forming his plans. Shortly after he’d graduated his parents died in a plane crash.

Shaking off the memories he lifted the lower section to the floor and rolled the litter over to the plane. The tail was hollow and was, barely able to hold the transport litter he’d devised. The litter was based on the Stokes rescue litter. He had rigged it so that the basket would be winched into the tail and as the tail closed the litter would lock the litter into its upper half which would form a second pressurized cabin around the slave. This compartment was self-contained and included monitors that were displayed in the cockpit and would let him insure her safety, he had no wish to kill her accidentally in transport. After several tests of the machinery he checked the upper half insuring that all was as it should be. Satisfied he went back to the house to check on the other things he would need.

He entered the house through the kitchen. As he poured his coffee he heard the voice Sergei as he called the home’s operations system. He had bought the system then modified it to his purposes.

“All is in readiness Brandon. I am prepared for the final system checks when you are ready.”

“Thanks Sergei. Any changes in her situation?” Brandon asked.

“Nope. She will still be there.”

“Good. “ Brandon walked into the basement and hit the switch hidden in one wall to open the stairway to the sub-basement. He’d found a contractor and crew who, for a price, had built the house and basements without noting and where the sub-basement so there was no records of it. The first room contained several exercise machines and large display of the mountain valley that was fed by cameras in the attic of the house. Next he entered the dungeon and checked that all was in order then entered the cell.

The cell was ten by twelve and contained a cot-like bed with a chain and remote activated padlock. This would be locked to her collar and Sergei would lock and unlock it as dictated by the training program he’d written. In one corner of the cell was a toilet an sink. Along one wall were dispensing machines that would dispense food and beverages, items to be used in her training and materials to be used to complete writing assignments. The last stop in the basement was the second cell that would be used in the later stages of her training. Leaving the basement he went to the ready room and checked everything he was taking with him.

First was the satchel containing the documentation, flight charts, and other paperwork for his flights. While in the lower 48 he was going to two airshows. Next he checked his clothes and the period Czech uniform he had had made for the air shows. Next he checked the gear for the mission. First the hood, which he’d made. It was on the model of an isolation hood with a pair of built in earphones, and an oxygen mask. Next the sleepsack, with biomonitors which were functioning perfectly. Next the hypnotic drugs and mp3 player. He had recorded several hours’ worth of himself speaking giving subliminal indoctrination. Last was the briefing material and mission plans for the actual abduction. With everything ready he spoke to Sergei.

“Sergei, see you in two weeks.”

“See you then Brandon, watch mode set, going into low power mode.”

After pouring the coffee into his thermos and grabbing a quick breakfast he gathered everything and packed the plane. As he lifted off the sky was starting to lighten. Once he reached cursing altitude he pulled out the folder and reread the material he had on Sarah Mitchell his slave to be.

At nineteen she was nine years his junior. She was a sophomore struggling through her first semester and seemed would fail as she had the last and thus was going to lose her student aid. Though she worked as a waitress there too she’d come on hard times and was behind on rent. She had few friends and judging by her library records she read a lot. Her preferred genre was fantasy. Hmmm, he thought noting her favored authors on the notepad on the thigh of his flight suit, I ought to pick up a couple books. Hobbies were not evident. No known contacts with her family. In short when she vanished little note would be taken and official notice would probably be limited to a missing persons report.

His first landing was at a small Canadian general aviation airport-of-entry. Climbing down he saw that Border Services Officer Ella Horton was on duty. As part of the prep work for this mission he’d flown both his planes back and forth several times during the past three summers to get to know the officials on the route he’d use this trip.

“Hello Brandon what brings you through this time?” asked Horton.

“Headed to a couple airshows.”

“Alright, let’s take care of the paper work.”

That was accomplished quickly as she’d seen him with the Avia two months before and due to the fact he had the frequent travel Nexus card to ease the travel of low risk travelers that frequently crossed the US-Canadian boarders.That done he fueled and flew south.

Sarah Mitchell was having bad day, she had just learned that in two weeks she would no longer be able stay in her apartment, not that it was much of a surprise, she’d been behind on rent. When she got to work she learned that because business was bad and she was one for four employees the owner was going to have to let go. The small upside was she had been severed with and extra pay period’s worth of pay. That would bridge the gap, maybe and allow her to find something else.That night she wished something would come along to get her out of the jam she was in.

The airshows went well and it was time. Brandon flew out, waving to the other pilots on the ground. Landing at another airfield near sunset he parked in the hangar he’d rented for the evening. Leaving the airfield he drove towards Sarah’s apartment a few hours away.

Sarah arrived home that night tired and a little depressed. She was completely out of ideas and resources. She had just returned from buying her bus ticket to Denver. On the way there she would have to figure out whether to stay and try her luck there or head west. What little she had left was already packed and the cash she had was safely hidden in her things. She had to wake early to get to the bus on time.

As he drove by Brandon figured that it was safe enough to carry out the kidnapping. He parked in the alley behind Sarah’s place and slipped through the darkness to the window of her bedroom. Slipping on the night vision goggles he looked through the window and almost swore aloud as he saw it was empty, or almost so. There she lay in a sleeping bag on the bare floor. He silently opened the window and entered. Slipping over to her he pulled out the chloroform and rag. He pressed the rag over her mouth and nose. Her eyes flew open and she started to struggle weakly. Once she was out he bound, gagged and blindfolded her. That accomplished he tucked her into the sleeping bag and dragged it to the window. He quickly gathered her meager belongings and lowered them to the ground outside the window then he gentle lowered her to the ground as well. After loading her things in the trunk he put her in the floor of the car he kept in the hanger at the field his plane was at, the field he used whenever he came to the lower 48, then drove off. Two hours later he heard her stirring so he pulled over. As he was on National Forest lands there was little traffic this late at night. After parking he pulled her into an upright position and pulled the sleeping bag down around her waist giving him a look at her pj’s.

Sarah started to moan and try to talk through the gag but all the came out was a series of grunts and mmmpphhs.

“Sarah, be silent. I don’t want to hurt you, but that is up to you. If you behave I will not have to punish you. Before I ungag you I have several things you need to know. First you would say ‘please don’t kill me’ yes?” At her nod he continued “I am not going to kill you, not unless it becomes necessary for example you come too close to escaping, or if you endanger my safety or security. Second you’ll do anything I want if I let you go?” he paused and she started to nod then shook her head. “That’s right Sarah you will do it any ways. Next I can’t get away with it?” a nod “Well I am going to do it. Next your friends and family will look for you?” She nodded without pause. Brandon grabbed her hair and pulled her head back roughly. His voice low and angry he said “Sarah, never lie to me again, this is your one free be. You haven’t communicated with your family in over six months and those friends you had aren’t worth piss. Next the college? You are in danger of flunking and wont be the first student to skip town in this situation. Anything else?” Brandon finished. She nodded “Ok I am going to ungag you. Before you speak I am going to give you something to take the edge of your anxiety. You will take it is that clear?” After her nod he ungagged her then placed the pill on her tongue and held a water bottle to her lips.

“The only thing you left out is why.” Sarah said first.

“I din’t forget it is just that the answer is complicated and requires that you be able to ask questions for the sake of clarity.”

“Complicated? You want me to be your sex slave what is so complicated about that?”

“Not just a sex slave, dear, my slave. Yes your duties will include sex and other ways of pleasing me sexually, but that is far from all. You will also be keeping our home clean, you will cook and do all the other domestic chores and such. But there will be more to it than that.”

“I suppose that you want me to tell you that I love you and am grateful to you for rescuing me from the horrible life I used to have.”

He actually laughed at that “No Sarah, I know that you think I am a monster and that I am going to torture you. That is not so. I am going to have to punish you from time to time but it wont be torture. And I think in the end, a long time from now you might come to love me. However we need to get moving. I am going to let you out of the car so you can pee and so we can get you ready for the rest of the journey. Do not move till I say you can.” With that he helped her out of the car. After seeing to it that she was steady on her feet he walked back to the trunk. There he pulled out the bundle of bondage gear and took it back to the front of the car and set it on the driver’s seat and pulled out the collar a length of chain and three padlocks. First he buckled and locked the collar around Sarah’s neck. Next he locked one end of the chain to the ring at the front of the collar. Next he removed the blindfold and for the first time looked into Sarah’s blue eyes and she into his grey eyes. He led her to a tree and then locked the chain around it. He reached down to the waistband of her pj’s.

“No, please don’t.” she pleaded.

He grabbed her hair and pulled tightly. “Listen slave, listen good. You don’t have any rights, you are Mine and you are property. Valued property, yes but property only. Never say no, I will punish you for insolence and insubordination in the future.” With that he roughly pulled her bottoms down to her ankles. Lifting her feet one at a time he removed them then walked back to the car and moved the sleepsack to the back seat. Next he pulled the hood out and set it on the back seat on top of the sleepsack. Next the hypnotic drugs and water bottle went on the driver’s seat. Last he set the padlocks on the driver’s seat. Walking back to the tree he saw that it seemed that she had finished.

“Sarah it is time to ready you for the next leg of the journey he unlocked the chain from the tree and used it as a leash and led her back to the car. Seeing the items she momentarily hesitated, though not long enough to draw Brandon’s displeasure. He let go of the chain, which swung back to hit her front. Pulling the keys out he unlocked the chain from her collar. Pulling the sleepsack off the seat he said, “Sit slave.”

Once she was sitting he placed it on the ground. The front had a zipper from the shin to the neck. Seeing what he had done she sighed then lifted her feet. “Good girl, slave.” He said as he pulled the sleepsack into place then tightened the first buckle which had a hasp for a padlock, then locked it. Once he had buckled the straps to the level of the middle of her thighs he spoke again.

“Now slave I am going to help you stand. I will release your hands. You may rub your wrists but do not try Me slave. You will strip off your top then slip your arms into the sleeves in your sleepsack.”

After he released her hands she brought them in front of her and rubbed her wrists. After a few moments she asked,

“May I ask two questions?” at his nod she asked “What is going to happen now and why you are putting me into this sleepsack?”

“I am putting you in your sleepsack because for the next leg of the journey we are going to be flying. Because of that you will be in the sack inside a pod in the tail of my plane. You are also going to be taking medications so that you will sleep through the flight. This is so that you will not suffer being awake inside the pod. You will not be able to move at all and the flight will be very long, broken into several stops for fuel. Of course if you would rather be awake for the flight you don’t have to take the meds.”

“No I would rather not. May I ask another question or two?” he nodded, “What is the hood thing for? And how are you going keep me alive in the pod, I mean how will I breathe?”

“As you can see the hood has a hose, which will provide air and the sleepsack has built in monitors so that I will have readouts of your vital signs. The hood has earphones that will have some music playing until you are asleep.

Any last questions before I put your hood on?”

“Yes one, since I am to be your slave why haven’t you asked me to call you master?”

“First I don’t ask you to do anything, I give you orders that you will obey, or be punished. Second your training has not started yet and you are in a stressful situation and I don’t want to add to that. Now I have one question, why haven’t you resisted more?”

“Well, what would be the point, I couldn’t escape, you haven’t given me any real chances, and all I would do is anger you.”

Nodding thoughtfully he gave her the pills and water. Picking up the hood he ordered her to open her mouth to receive the gag built into the oxygen mask. The gag was a cylinder that fitted into her mouth snuggly and was hollow to allow it to feed her oxygen. Each of the buckles locked with a small padlock. Gently he laid her back in the floor and set the mp3 player to play and drove back to the hangar. Arriving at the airport an hour before dawn he punched in his codes at the enterence to the flight line and at the door of his hangar. He closed the door and then flipped the lights on, looking around. He was gratified to see that all his orders had arrived and were off to the side of the hangar. He’d be back down in a week, possibly two with the Antonov once the first phase of Sarah’s training was complete. Pulling the car close to the tail of the Avia he parked it and got out. After climbing into the cockpit he activated the transport bay’s systems and lowered the ramp. Next he exited the plane and rolled the pod out to the back of the car and with more effort than he thought it would require he gentle maneuvered Sarah into the pod and strapped her in and hooked the oxygen mask and monitors up. Once she was installed in the bay and he was satisfied that everything was good he walked to the ops building.

Again he entered his security code and entered. First stop was the visiting pilot’s office to check the weather and to confirm that here was an electronic copy of his flight plan. The flight plan was there but the weather was a concern. There was a storm that might hit home about the time that he was planning to fly back. Though he could leave most of the stuff he’d ordered there were spare parts of his generators and several new filters for the subbasement. He wished that he could have had every thing sent up to Alaska but that would have cost enough that flying back down was cheaper. Well no help for it now. Printing off the weather reports he walked back to the hangar.

Once the doors were opened he pulled the plane out of the hanger using the tow bar he kept at the hangar. That done he fueled the plane then lifted off heading northeast. At each airport he stopped at the weather checks he made showed that winter was starting earlier than was the norm. By the he landed home it was apparent that he would have no choice but to grab a nap then head right back out. Upon landing he taxied the plane into the hangar and shut it down. After opening the bay he climbed out and pulled the pod from the belly of the plane and pushed it to the house.

Upon opening the door Sergei greeted him. “Welcome home Brandon.”

“Good to be home. Change in plans though I have to fly out again in seven hours because of the weather. The system has already dropped a meter and a half of snow in Siberia in a day and it looks like it is going to be over here in three and a half days. Should be ok I gave her enough to keep her down for another,” he checked his watch, “eight and an half hours. After that, well I was planning to give her a day to get over the shock and for her to start to recognize her new position. I am going to have to let you guide her through this phase I should be back in three days. I know, I know Sergei I shouldn’t leave but there is no choice this system is going to be bad and I need the spare in case something knocks out the generators.”

“I understand, on the bright side the absence of you might reinforce her position and that you aren’t her for her to direct her emotions against will allow her to concentrate on her position. “

“True, well I got to get it in gear.” Brandon wheeled the pod near the stairs to the basement then walked down the stairs and opened the panel that led to the subbasement. After opening the pod and unstrapping her he carried her into her cell and removed the sleep sack from her before he gently laid her on the cot. He buckled then locked her collar on. This collar was a combination of a boimonitor and a shock collar he’d built. Pulling a notepad and tailor’s tape measure out of his pocket he took measurements for the gear he planned to make or buy; wrists, ankles, neck, chest etc. Next he locked the collar with the remote controlled padlock. After checking with Sergei to insure that the collar was functioning he closed the cell do before walking out to the exercise room. All the equipment was in working order. After he locked the door to the subbasement he ate then went up to his bedroom. Before he laid down to nap he counted the cask that Sarah had had on hand, twenty-six hundred dollars. From the receipts from pawnshops he figured that the cash was from the sale of her belongings. He packed the cash in the money belt that he’d hide under his shirt then laid down to grab a nap.

Chapter 2: Alone Time

Waking after his nap Brandon’s first move was to get a pot of coffee going. While it brewed he wrote a to-do list for winterizing the hangar down in the lower forty-eight. While he sipped the first cup of joe which was dark as pitch and strong enough to hold a spoon upright, his mind mulled over the best routes he might take. A check of the weather showed that the winds had slowed and the storm would hit here in six rather than three days. He would be back well before the leading edge of the formation was within one hundred miles. Next he ate breakfast then walked to the office and rapidly completed the paper work for this flight. Tucking the papers into a messenger bag he went out to the hangar and preflighted the Antonov An-38. The aircraft different from the Avia in several ways.

First instead of having two wings it had twin engines and tails. The An-38 had a payload of two and a half tons and was a STOL, Short Take Off and Landing aircraft. The total distance it took the plane to go from a sitting stop to a flying altitude of fifty feet was just eight hundred and ninety feet. Also it had a much greater range, this would allow him to fly with only two stops before reaching the airfield in the lower forty-eight, once at each border. After completing the preflight checks and stowing the papers in the cockpit he hung his hammock from the exposed steel beams. Once the plane was ready he went to the generator shed. On reaching the shed he found the invoices which stated that both the diesel and LNG, liquefied natural gas, had been delivered on schedule.

The diesel was a backup to the wind turbines. There was a huge battery bank that would be the final emergency power backup. This bank could power the house for up to five days while he made repairs.

Sarah woke slowly. She was groggy and her eyes took several moments to focus. Her first thought was, cot, I am lying on a cot. I don’t own a cot. Why Am I lying on a cot. She next tried to puzzle out why she was wearing a collar that was chained to the cot. There was a man, she thought, he called me his slave. As her eyes focused she saw that the room she was in was small, and seemed to be set up like a cell. The light level was about the same as that in her bedroom around dusk. So I have been kidnapped. She was about to shout but she noticed that the walls were grey concrete. She tried to think which was a slow process, and she remembered that the man, her master, had given her drugs. That brought more memories, and over several minutes she reconstructed the sequence of events until she had lost consciousness. Master, she repeated trying to decide why her mind had used that word. She noted in this moment that she was nude and irrationally moved to cover herself.

“Ah, good morning Sarah,” the voice came from a speaker in the wall. She heard something elusive in the voice, something nonhuman. “are you ready to get up?”

“Who are you? What is happening? Where is the man who kidnapped me?” she asked.

“My name is Sergei and I am the artificial intelligence that controls the automated systems of the house and of the dungeon. Your master is away. The trip will take two days. Today there are several assignments that you are required to complete, some before lunch some after. I am programed to only allow you to eat after completion of these tasks. Look to the left of you, see the larger of the two panels?” when she nodded, then said yes he continued, “that is where I will dispense food. The other panel is for beverages. Now are you ready to eat?”

“Why don’t you let me go? I have been kidnapped and I what to go. What that man,” Sarah decided to try reasoning with this Sergei and watched her tone, “is illegal and wrong. If you let me go I wont tell anyone.”

“Sarah, as I said I am a program. Besides which I have no control over any door but the one of your cell. Besides which we are at the edge of the Alaskan bush, it is thirty miles to the nearest neighbor and you’d die before you got there. You are the property of my creator and I am programed to protect his safety, security, and property. Now are you ready to eat?”

“Yes.” Sarah responded. The padlock at the front of her collar clicked open. After removing it she turned and found the panel had open to reveal a large plastic bag that held several smaller tan packages of various size. Each package had its contents printed on it. There was also a smaller baggie containing a spoon, salt, pepper, and coffee. There even was a bag that contained what it called a flameless heater. So, she thought, this is an MRE. She saw that one of the packets was a milkshake beverage powder. After she eaten, the meal was lasagna, she asked Sergei. “What next?”

“The first task is for you to contemplate your situation and your new station. Do you know much about meditation?”

“I know a little. I take it that I am to meditate?”

“Yes, that is correct.” Sergei replied before soft music started.

During her meditations Sarah was a little surprised at how calm she was. Here she was a prisoner of a man she didn’t know without the knowledge of her location, informed that her master was gone, had left her in an underground cell while he was gone, and dependent on a computer. Hearing the term master once again within her mind refocused her thoughts on the fact that she was now a slave. Slave, she thought, no rights, no voice. She remembered his words, you are my property now and the memory of his words about punishments if she angered him followed. She was in the dungeon of a madman who would, she started to think then paused.

She recalled everything that had happened the night she was abducted. Though her captor had abducted her he had insured that though she was bound and gagged she was as comfortable as circumstances allowed. He’d put her in the floor of the back seat, not the trunk. He had not physically harmed her during the transport. It was then that she realized that though she was nude save the collar she was not chilled, in fact the temperature was quite comfortable.

She reviewed the situation thinking over all aspects of it. She was in a cell that was heated enough that she was comfortable though she was nude. She was in no immediate danger of being killed. True she was a prisoner of a man who had said that she was now his slave and had no rights. But on the other hand, she thought looking for any bright side to the situation, she would not have the stress of having to support herself. But the price of this was the total loss of freedom. She thought over that and the heating of the cell. After long thought she came to the conclusion that, in a strange fashion her captor cared for her. His words resounded in her mind you are my property, valued property yes, but property. In a way it seemed to be true.

Her thoughts were interrupted by the voice of Sergei. “Are you ready for your next task?”

“Yes I am.” She replied with resignation.

There was a soft click and the door to her cell opened to reveal a large room. The room contained several exercise machines and a desk. On the desk was a pile of folders, a pad of paper and two mechanical pencils. On opening the top folder she saw a questionnaire about her life, though this one didn’t deal with her sex life. The next did, in great detail. The next folder contained a standardized test, as did the rest of the folders she saw.

“Anything I need to know about these before I begin?” Sarah asked Sergei.

“You are to answer the questionnaires fully and honestly, failure to do so will be punished. For the tests answer as correctly as you can. These are to see what areas you will require tutoring in. Master will not tolerate wasting time in this process.”

Nodding she began the process. As she started the first questionnaire she thought over how truthful she would answer the questions. Recalling her captors words the night that he’d abducted her she decided that she would have to answer truthfully. The decided she went to work. Lunch that day was grilled chicken. When she went to bed she wondered what the morning would bring.

Brandon was tired but happy as he finished the process of winterizing the hangar in Montana he maintained. When he landed he had grabbed a nap in his hammock in the hold for three hours, then went to work. The process of loading the plane with the two tons of spare parts for his generators, several dozen whole deer, elk and cow hides of various thickness, various electronic components, and other materials for the restraints and bondage devices that he would be building this winter took two hours. Winterizing the car had consisted of draining the fluids from it then putting it on jacks. Next he had deflated and removed the tires. Last he’d covered it. As he walked to the flight ops building he felt good he was on schedule and things were proceeding nicely in wrapping things up down here.

Entering flight ops he greeted the staffer at the front desk. They chatted for a few moments as the process of filing the flight plans was completed. He was headed to Nevada to meet with the company that had written

Waking Sarah’s first thought was that there was a large degree of surrealism in her current situation. First she was the slave of a man who had cared enough to kidnap her but was currently gone, leaving her in the charge of the AI that controlled his home. She had thought things through the day before and had come to several conclusions. First her best option for the moment was to go along with the plans of her captor. Second was the decision to start using master even in her own thoughts, just so that she wouldn’t slip where he’d hear it. Third was to act as submissive as she could to foster the illusion that he’d turned her into a slave so that she could escape.

The tests were interesting in themselves. They had covered such a wide range of topics that she couldn’t draw any conclusions about the plans master had for her. Well maybe today’s activities would shed some light.

After stretching she said, “Sergei, good morning.”

“Good morning Sarah. Today is going to be a fairly light day, just some exercise, you will further contemplate your situation and then the rest of the day you get alone.”

That surprised her, but she had to go along with. After the exercise period, riding four miles on a stationary bike and rowing two miles on a rowing machine, and the contemplation she welcomed the time alone, at first. Somehow though, the silence brought her on edge. Her edginess only got worse as Sergei did not speak to her again until he announced bedtime. The next two days were exactly the same, and by the end of the third day she was hoping that master would return just so that she would have someone to interact with. On the fourth morning as she was rowing she realized she was genuinely looking forward to master’s return, just so that she would have someone to speak with.

The meeting with the software company had been boring though necessary. Sure he could have just teleconferenced but by coming down in person he had a record of being down here in the event that anyone should check him out. He doubted it would happen though, so far there was exactly no press about Sarah’s disappearance. With the meeting done Brandon went shopping. Since he was in Las Vegas there were plenty of adult shops to shop in, as there were in San Francisco. This was important as he planned to break up his shopping so that he could buy twenty-six hundred dollars’ worth of bdsm gear without doing so in a way that would be remembered for making an abnormally large purchase in any one shop. He had modified the Antonov in the same fashion as the Avia with a concealed compartment in the tail. Since he bought everything with the cash that had come from Sarah there was no way to trace the transactions to him, save fingerprints on the money itself. As he flew out of San Francisco he thought through his plans for enslaving Sarah. Several days of solitary would mean that she would be grateful to have someone there with her. This would speed the process of breaking her. By the time he started her training she would have had a long time to think through her new station.

The flight home was uneventful but long, and bad head winds prolonged the flight enough that Brandon had to divert into an airfield in northern Washington to rest for the rest of the flight. Lifting off at dawn the next day he realized that even this delay was fortuitous for the enslavement process as it added a day to Sarah’s alone time and would mean that she had an additional day to contemplate her new station. Again the headwinds were bad and the flight lasted longer than he’d planed on, though only by two hours. As he approached the valley he sent a signal to Sergei and the lights flipped on and outlined the landing area. After he pulled the plane into the hanger with the aid of a small tractor he flipped the lights off. The unloading process took four hours to get all the spare parts in their proper places then he turned to the bondage paraphernalia. First he opened the tail compartment and removed the items there and carried it to a table nearby. The collection was large, in the end he’d spent all of the twenty-six hundred that had come from Sarah. First there were several gags. There were balls of various size, several rings, a couple of bits, and an inflatable gag. Next were three blindfolds, and four head harness that included both gag and blindfold. There were cuffs and other straps and spreaderbars. Several collars of various type were next. There were several butt plugs and dildos and three chastity belts. The last items were hoods and a special gag rig.

This gag was a ring gag inside of a well-crafted dog muzzle made of tan and black leather. The muzzle would fit over Sarah’s nose and mouth and the buckles included hasps for small padlocks. There were three straps, one went around her neck one over the top of her head to the neck strap and the final strap went under her chin.

The bondage materials were arrayed next. The hides were sorted by type, deer, cow, then elk. Then they were sorted by color, black, red, dark brown three shades of blue and three of grey. Next were several steel rods and bars. There were many rolls of foam rubber and batting. The electrical components were next. These included servos, pistons, and several motors of various size. Sensors, electrodes and cables completed the electronic components. He’d also bought three full face respirators and the tubing and an air pump. These would be a part of the reprograming of Sarah during the third phase of her training. The final pieces of gear took the form of three rolls of chain and three of rope. The process of sorting the materials and gear had taken a half an hour. He loaded the stuff he was taking into the trailer behind the little tractor and headed for the house. The sky was clouded over and he smelled snow on the air. Once he’d gotten everything squared away he headed off to bed and the first real sleep he’d allowed himself since the kidnapping.

Upon waking in the morning he breakfasted and then went down to the basement and after instructing Sergei to have Sarah go to her cell. He would get the dungeon setup with the gear he’d bought before he spoke with Sarah.
Sarah was surprised and uneasy as Sergei ordered her back into her cell near the half-way point of her morning ride but obeyed. After some time the door opened and Brandon entered.

“Good morning slave.”

“Good morning Master. Was your trip successful Master?” Sarah figured that it wouldn’t hurt to ham things up a bit, not too much but just a bit to give the impression that she was starting to become the perfect, obedient slave. She would lull him into thinking that he had succeeded so she could escape. She knew it would be hard but she figured that it would take about two weeks but she’d get out and escape.

“Yes it was slave.” Brandon said then his voice hardened “Turn around.” She obeyed at once and he snapped steel handcuffs on her wrists and tightened them then double locked them. After clipping a leash to her collar lead her into the dungeon. As she entered Sarah’s eyes widened. This dungeon was well stocked and was impressive in a way, though it caused her to doubt her master’s words about her being more than a sex slave. Then she wondered why she cared, after all she would be gone in a couple weeks. He lead her over to a padded platform and pushed her down on her back. After he’d pulled her legs apart wide and locking them to eyebolts installed, which drew a whine as the bolts were spread wide enough that it was just beyond the point at which she felt pain. As he shed his clothes she sighed loud enough that he heard it. Once he mounted her he raped her.

It was not that she didn’t consent to the act, since she was his slave she had no rights after all. The act was not sex but an act of dominance, an act of power. He pounded into her hips, he scratched and bit her breasts. He clawed her hips as he fucked her savagely and fast. Once he’d finished he unlocked her legs after helping her to her knees he walked out of the dungeon. She had been expecting to be raped though the manner of the rape surprised her.

He had said that he valued her and had been compassionate during the process of kidnapping her. She had no idea of what to make of the change in her manner, and was uneasy as to what would come next. When he walked back in she saw that he was holding a blindfold, a device something like a neck brace made of stiff leather and a strap with a leather-wrapped ring in the center, a gag she realized. As he approached she briefly thought of resisting but by the time he reached her she had decided to be submissive and opened her mouth without being ordered to.

“Good, slave I think you are beginning you accept your new station.” Brandon said.

Sarah simply nodded a bit numbly. Though she had thought that she had prepared herself for the impending rape, she found that nothing could have done so, she was still shocked by the rape. As he buckled the collar and gag on a tear slipped down one cheek. Here again her master surprised her by gently wiping the tear away. As he buckled the blindfold on her she wondered what was coming next. As he walked away she puzzled over his actions. There was no pattern that she could see and that frightened her. She heard him come and go several times.

After buckling the blindfold on Brandon walked out of the dungeon and subbasement to the basement where he carried a large folding table to the dungeon then in seven trips he carried the restraints and other items he’d bought down to the dungeon then walked to the chest at the foot of his bed to retrieve several whips and floggers. Carrying hem down to the dungeon he hung them on a rack that he then set before his kneeling slave. After pulling her to her feet her removed the blindfold. After her eyes adjusted they widened as she realized what was before her. Since he was behind her Brandon didn’t see this but he heard the sudden deep breath. Smiling he waited.

As Sarah felt the blindfold loosen she tried to brace herself for yet another shock and as her eyes adjusted she was shocked to see the array of things before her. Several of the things on the table she recognized as gags, cuffs, blindfolds, hoods and dildos. A few moments thoughts allowed her to figure out that the rods were intended to hold her arms or legs wide apart. A few moments and she saw the butt plugs. A moment more and she realized that the thing that looked like a puppy’s snout was actually a gag of sorts. As she looked at the rack her eyes widened again as she saw all the whips.

She remembered once reading a few erotic stories and having been turned on at the thought of a whipping. Now the knowledge that she would be whipped scared her. There were many different kinds of whip on the rack. She then realized something. As her eyes flew back to the table it sunk in. She had been focusing on the items and had barely seen the price tags. Seeing the tags she moaned as the weight of what the tags meant sunk in.

“Yes slave, that is correct the items on the table were bought with the money that resulted from the sale of your car. I wanted you to see that the money was not wasted.” her master whispered in her ear sardonically. “You surprised me with the cash. I had made my own gear but I was very pleased that I was able to buy proper gear. As I said you are my most valuable possession and I am pleased that I am able to have the implements of your slavery be of a quality in proportion to your value.” As he watched her shoulders slumped and she began to sob silently.

He wrapped an arm around her shoulders while she sobbed. As she slowly stopped sobbing she realized that he had been wiping the tears and snot that had flowed with a soft cloth. As she stopped he smiled softly then walked away to get a sort of stool and seated her on it. Her legs were held wide apart by the design of the stool but it was comfortable even though it had straps that held her legs in place. He walked out of the room leaving her staring at the table. The collar held her head pointed ahead at the table which was slightly below her eye level. She was starting to regain her composure after the shock of seeing the table and what her last cash on this Earth had bought. Just before she heard master’s steps behind her she realized that what was happening was that master was throwing things at her in such a way as to shock her to the core and throw her off balance.

As Brandon walked up behind her he noted that the shoulders of the slave seated before him flinched a bit. So she is starting to see the pattern. He thought as he walked in front of her with the shaving kit and shaver. As she saw the shaver her head sagged only a little, it seemed that she had figured that sooner or later he would shave her pussy. He took great care and was gentle as he shaved working hard to make the process as painless as possible. As he inspected her pussy to insure that he had gotten all the hair he noted that there was a little tearing from the rape, though not anything too bad. As he felt the skin the felt her flinch. He decided to taste her and as he licked she flinched more.

As Sarah felt the licks she was again thrown off balance. She was not aroused by his actions but curious. It seemed to her that preforming oral sex was a type of submission, odd for her master to do. The licking continued and while not arousing it did sooth the skin irritated by the shaving. As she relaxed a bit she realized how tense she had become since he’d entered her cell. As she relaxed a bit more he licked her slit and flicked her clit with her tongue. This was the last lick and she waited to see what he would do next. He left a moment and returned with a chair and sat backwards on it facing her. For several long seconds he stared into her eyes and she started to drop her chin but the collar stopped her before she moved. He stood and walked behind her. He removed the gag and collar. He walked out of the room and returned with a water bottle that had a long straw in the top. After she took several sips he walked back in front of her and sat.

After several more long moments Brandon spoke softly.

“I know that it is going to be hard for you to adjust but in the end you will find that you will find contentment, even happiness in being My slave. That may sound strange but consider the alternatives.

“Let’s say you escape and make it to the nearest neighbor, with snow falling it’s not likely. Now you make it there and call the police and I am arrested. That all is taken care of. Now what does that mean for you? It means that once again you are thrown back into the search for a way to support yourself, and with the economy the way it is and with the fact that you would have no resources what would that mean? You were to the point that you sold everything you own and what plans did you have? Anything specific, any real plans that would work?” He paused letting her think about the statements. “Now on the other hand if you strike out you will most likely freeze to death out there even if you stole clothes and supplies. It is thirty miles of rough country, five days hike in summer and it winter. But that is all academic anyways the choice is not yours. You are Mine and I am keeping you here.” He stood and picked the muzzle rig up and approached Sarah.

“Master, may I ask a question?”

“No slave, now open up.” Brandon ordered. He buckled the rig on tightly drawing winces and whines. Checking then locking buckles he nodded, “Now slave you have the rest of today to yourself, I will be back to feed you later.” Unstrapping her took mere seconds after which he walked out to the basement and locked the door leaving her alone again.

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