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Carmen

"Why don't you just go fuck yourself hmmm?" I rolled to my back, not even bothering to look at his 'sweet' face. Little weasle!
"And if you want me happy, RELEASE me! Otherwise, shut the fuck up!" I was in no mood for his shit, none what so ever. And if he thought I was willingly leaving the room this time, he best think again!
"I am sick of this nice attitude when its all a freakin' lie! Its sickening actually how you can just be all sappy sweet one second and turn around and strap me into a fuckin' torture chair for over ten hours! Yeah, you are winnin' my vote for best ASSHOLE! Sorry my ass, you aren't even remotely sorry! If you were, you'd stop this crap and take on WILLING people for your stupid.. master hear me roar, slave lick my boots!" I was done for the moment, he hadn't said a word but I felt better already!
Anger still inside, body sorer than hell, yeah he was sooooo sorry. I rolled my eyes and snorted a little.
"Crock of shit is what it is!" I fell silent again half thinking aloud and half cursing in my mind.
"I'd like to stick your ass on that machine and see how YOU like it! I bet you aren't even married are you?" I glanced at him then, ignoring the dinner completely.
"Didn't think so, your facade must have gotten old..." I chuckled a little with sarcasm, "How many times did you stab her and say "oh my golly! I am sooo sorry honey bunches... here let me get the salt while I am at it!" I was being a real bitchy snot, but he asked for it and I was giving it to him!
"You are a perfect example of WHY I avoid men.. you all are a bunch of selfish liars.." I turned away from him again, glaring at the roof.
"Go on deny it, I need a laugh.. about the only laugh I will get durring this whole bullshit 'brain washing'!" I even made little quotes in the air as I mimiced his 'nice' voice.
"Tell me something Mr Hot Shot.. How long are you and I going to be at war before you give up?? Oh wait, let me guess.... I'll be released if A... I am a mindless twit who bows and kisses ass.. or B! I am eighty years old..." I tossed the pillow as hard as I could at the glass in the direction he sat.
"Did it ever occure to you that you had NO RIGHT what so ever to dictate someone's life for them!? No I bet not huh?" I shook my head, "Little man playing GOD sydrome!" I smirked and rolled towards his wide eyed stare.
"Angry yet? Because I am just getting started and you have more than asked for it! And ya know what Isaac I bet it doesn't even come CLOSE to how angry I am!" I sat up on the bed and faced him, letting him see just how pissed off I was!
"Aren't I pretty when I am angry?" I mocked.
"If I don't shut up what happens? Drugged? Put into the fucking chair!? How about spanked? Oh better yet, will it all be alright if I call you Master?" I was ready to hurt someone, reguardless of what happened to me during the whole thing, I was daring him with my eyes to come into this room. He twitched like he was going to stand up and I perked up a little, a cold smile twisting my lips, "Can't fight a woman one on one huh? Gotta sedate her and make her too stupid to wipe her own ass huh? Go on then.. go get your drugs or whatever you use to win! lord knows if you came in here without! me being near dead... I'd rip your heart out right about now!" I cracked my knuckles over and over again, irritated and beggin' for a reason to blow.
Finished, I sat there a moment, staring straight at him before the mere sight of him disgusted me. Placing my hands over my face, I wiped up and down before threading my fingers through my hair and glancing up once again.
"You should do a little more research before you take someone... especially a female who was once raped by a man who thought he was God and he was my Master.... I will fight until I die Isaac... Guarantee it..." I fell silent and turned my back on him, even that didn't seem far enough away.
Curling up on the bed, dinner untouched, I let the tears fall, I didn't really care right now about crying or being tough. I just wanted out of this hell hole and back to a normal life! Wrapping my arms around myself, I figured it was only a matter of time before he had me drugged, bound and in that chair again. Well i was ready, I would scream until i couldn't talk and still keep fighting it, I had to! I would never give in to a forced situation, never again!
 
She certainly had some energy back. Her explosion of anger proved that without a doubt. As well as the fact that his attempts so far had done very little. Some of the things she said hurt him, especially about his hypothetical wife. But he quickly regained control and simply listened.

"I'm sorry you feel that way Carmen. But you seem to misunderstand someof my intentions. I have never said I was trying to make you stupid. Even an intelligent woman can be submissive. And as for the rape issue, after training is complete, you will be treated very well. Looked after, and taken care of quite nicely."

He stood and walked to the door. "I'll push back the schedule another day. Get some rest."
 
Carmen

"Really now!" I smirked once again, staring up at him again.
"If an intelligent woman can be submissive and still have her freedom, why the 'brain washing' doc?" I practicly purred the question at him. Shaking a little from pent up anger and something else as well, but I didn't stop to question what else was bothering me.
"How do you know I will be taken care of 'nicely' as you put it?" I stood up and moved towards the wall to stand before him.
"Hmmm? Tell me Isaac, I am dying to know HOW you know this? You check in once a month? Check over the woman, for bruises and such? Do you ask her? Knowing she is submissive to her 'Master' why would she tell you anything? If infact you did question them?" I paused a moment, really wanting to hear his answer to this.
"Unless you are training all of them to be your slave? I don't see how you can really confirm their safety and assure it..."
 
"If you must know, I do ask. There are certain questions that I have made sure take precedence over any other command. Namely, "How are you being treated" among others. As for your question about brainwashing, you seemed to misunderstand what I said. All I meant was that what I am doing, conditioning you to be submissive, will not lower your intelligence."

He turned back from the door and walked over to the boundary.

"Just because I create sex slaves, does not mean that is the only function they can hold. Some of my clients simply wish a companion to spend time with, take out to dinner, that they don't have to worry about interpreting romantic signals. Others wish for their sex slave to perhaps act as a personal assistant, or fill some other role in a company setting. All of this wouldn't be possible if the end result was a drooling twit. Your next question will probably be 'Well then if they want all that, why not meet a real woman and do it the old fashion way', am I correct? Well let me answer that. Discretion."

He pulls up a chair and sits down again, seeing as how he would probably be here for awhile.

"A captain of industry might seem invincible to the comman man. With an army of lawyers and all those legal tricks to get what he wants. But unfortunately he is very vulnerable. His position at the top is quite tenuous. A single scandal, or even the perception of indecent behaviour, and it all comes crashing down. Now, how does he know the woman he has met is not after something? Either his money, or blackmail, or if something he tells her will somehow find it's way to his compitition. What I provide is a completely trustworthy companion, that wouldn't even dream of abusing that trust."

"As for why I don't just use true submissives, like I told you before, if you don't fight, the conditioning doesn't take hold as well. You don't understand the true scope of dissobedience. And in the end, you are not as secure."
 
Carmen

Shaking my head, I just stared at him a moment completely bewildered.
"A name is a name.. scandal can be linked just by someone's past. Don't tell me you find only innocents to kidnap and toy with! I find that too hard to believe. Everyone has skeletons Isaac.." I adjusted my stance from one foot to another.
"And I have a point to make Mister know-it-all.. If they met REAL women and not fucking model's maybe there wouldn't be this problem today. But no, men have to have the sexiest, the prettiest the prize on their arm. Not caring if they are selfish self righteous bitches. A man who treats a woman.. like a woman has himself a submissive lover. A kind, giving and loving companion. I've seen it time and time again, wives bending over backwards to please their husbands.. Not to earn brownie points BUT because they love them completely." I folded my arms and turned around, leaning against the closet side wall and watching him out of the corner of my eye.
"You want my cooperation a little better? No, I didn't think so. You want me fighting and kicking the whole way.. But you have yet to prove to me it would be worth my while to give just a little. I see no real reason to be your cattle. I will fight and I will retain part of myself and in the end.. be it I leave here or whomever you send me too.. I will leave. It isn't my choice and I dont care what you say Isaac.. I firmly believe love is what holds someone.... not money, not power, not even good sex.. Counter that if you think you can, but nothing you could say to me would change my mind." I smiled sweetly and winked at him, being a sassy brat as usual. I did so enjoy tormenting him and arguing as well.
 
"You may have a point. And by all rights you are correct, these people want a good looking, sexy woman to hang on their arm. But that isn't going to change, whether I am here or not."

"And to clarify, which I am sorry I wasn't clear before, what I meant by causeing a scandal would be how information of an affair is linked to the press. Or if the man is single, perhaps he has an out of the ordinary sexual fetish. Perhaps his companion gets angry with him for something, real or imagined, and goes blabing abouttheir affair, or what he likes to do in bed. Or, just being so happy with the relationship, she tells her best friend."

"You are of course quite right that some women, and of course some men as well, will do everything in their power to make their partner happy. Those are the most fulfilling relationships in the world. But it's the discretion that is the key in this instance. The trust and security of the relationship. Bear in mind, the majority of my clients, and myself as well, are not what would be called Doms. For the most part, I do not get pleasure outof tying you up, or torturing you. I do not get pleasure from causing pain. Whether you might want it or not."

"I believe the term is, a Kept Woman. Someone who lets the man in the relationship provide for all her needs, and in return she gives him sexual favors or just simple companionship. In the end, the term Sex Slave is a bit misleading. It is more akin to a Kept Woman, that is completely trustworthy when it comes to discretion and secrets."
 
Carmen

"Ah, I see.. So who am I for Isaac?" He remained silent. I smiled, glancing down at myself. I had not bothered to dress since the bath last night and was standing around butt naked, and yet he had not said a word or even a glance over? Hmmm, Yeah he was gay alright.
Shaking my head, I pushed off from the wall and stood there, hands high above my head and pressing against the glass wall.
"So is that supposed to be flattering Isaac? I was taken because?.... I was either a personal request.. or you actually thought I was "arm strutting' quality?" I thought for a moment again, over all the people I knew... I only knew of one who wanted me and who had money, but I could be wrong..
"Did my boss commission you Isaac?" I paused, watching him closely for any signs to give away the answer.
"WHO! Dammit I have a right to know who!"
 
"You were not commisioned. And yes, I did choose you myself. What are my plans for you? I haven't fully decided yet. I will have to wait until you are further along in the program. Your skills as a legal secretary will probably weigh heavily on where you end up."

He shifted his position n the chair, getting more comfortable, while still looking somewhat dignified.
 
Carmen

Sighing heavily, I just glared at him a moment.
"You are no help what so ever.. and you know that don't you?" I chewed on my bottom lip, just watching him shift in his seat and rest once again.
"Why me Isaac? I want to hear the reasons behind taking me if I may?" I actually asked nicely!? My god, miricles do happen! I giggled a little wondering why I was even talking to this guy!? I should be venting more of that frustration and anger out on him!
 
"Because you are attractive, and intelligent. You don't have many close ties, so few people will find it amiss if you don't contact them. The rest are relatively subjective and harder to explain. Like asking a person why he like red smarties and not blue, when they taste the same."

"I knew about your rape. I knew it would complicate matters in the early stages. But in the end, I think this will be liberating for you. As hard as it is to see. You will have no more worries, few responsibilities, and only your happiness to care about."
 
Carmen

"I see.." Hmmmm, OK He was just as stubborn to win as I was, so I needed a different approach to this whole thing. But what?
I studied him again, sitting there in his casual wear, looking content and pleased with himself.
Men! Can't live with them, can't strange them because they have big necks!
"And what if.... after all this training and such nots... What if I still don't want to go with whom you have selected for me? What then? Do you force me to go with this stranger?" I asked softly, lowering my hands, I rested them at my sides. Not worried about covering up any longer, I knew he wouldn't touch me, so why bother with clothing? It was hotter than hell in here anyway.
I turned towards the bed and found a long white button up shirt, I should have some modesty, besides it still felt weird standing around naked as the day I was born.
Slipping it on, I pulled out my hair and fastened a couple of buttons with my back to him.
 
"When you are done, you will want to go. If you don't, then you aren't done. It's as simple as that I'm afraid. The desire for the person that is chosen will be conditioned into you. You won't be able to help feeling attracted to him."

If anything, seeing her the the shirt on was mroe attractive than naked. There was something about a woman wearing nothing but a shirt, or pants, or just one article of clothing that was very alluring.
 
Carmen

"And how will you manage to make sure I am attracted to him Isaac?" I asked softly, half listening as I put on a pair of ankle socks and began to brush out my hair. Tilting my head a little, I counted off strokes as I waited for his reply.
 
"If I can condition you to be obedient, don't you think I can do the same for attraction? Suffice itto say, thatwill be the final stages of your program."
 
Carmen

"I see.. So you will instill it into my mind that I find so and so vastly attractive and sexy and I have to have him? Oh wait, you will instill it into my mind that I HAVE to serve him to get any pleasure.. Am I right? And what if this man dies, will you then correct what you have done?" I turned my head and began brushing out the other side, counting off strokes and crossing my ankles.
"Well then I'd like to put in my order.... Let's see.. hmmmm." I smiled thinking this was the funniest shit I had ever heard in my life!
"He has to be tall.. Darker hair a must.. A nicer than average penis please.. Big hands, gentle soothing voice with a naughty streak in bed.. I do like doggy style ya know.. OH! And he can't be selfish in bed, I don't want to be on my knees for the whole time I am enslaved mindlessly to this twirp.. I think that covers it.." I grinned a little, closing my eyes and brushing the back, counting off strokes once again.
 
"The human mind can cope with death no matter what I do to it. How can you feel devoted to serve a man that is no longer alive? Certainly you will mourn him, but after that, it will be done. Of course you won't be able to tell anybody about this place, or me. A Security issue."

"And I will certainly keep your order in mind. And if at any time that changes, you let me know." Of course, if the man that chose her didn't fit the bill, her order would slowly shange. He would see to that.
 
Carmen

Tossing my head back and letting my hair settle, I brushed it a few more strokes and put the brush down.
"Well alright then..." I felt like laughing outright. He didn't even catch on to my decription of him! Course I wouldn't know his penis size but it was vastly amusing!
"So since you are here to umm.. make me happy?" I shook my head and laughed again, "How about hiring me a massuse? My body is tense from neck down, I think that chair is bad for my back.." I loved testing his patience. It was becoming fun to battle wits with him... Which was not a good thing but if I was captive here, I may as well make his life as hellish as my own!
 
"I'm sorry, we don't have any masseurs on staff, and I think you can guess that letting just anybody know we're here, and what we do is a bad idea." He shrugged.

"Well, I hope you will eat your dinner, and I'll be back to see you tommorow morning."
 
Carmen

As soon as he was out of sight, I stuck my tongue out at him. Laughing at how childish I was behaving, I crawled off my bed and got the tray. I would need my strength to battle Dr Hyde, so I ate, showered and crawled in bed.
Sleeping that night wasn't easy and I awoke several times with aches. Not painful aches but sexual aches. I knew I had to try harder to do something to stop this, I could sense a change inside my mind and did not like it one bit.
I would just try harder to figure out a way to stop this whole charade from going further! It was frightening to know it was slowly working even against my struggles and fighting!
Laying there in the dark, I took care of myself three times before exhausted, I fell asleep deeply without anymore dreams..... But the fantasies in my mind weren't normal, they were far from normal and it took disturbed me, tears ran down my face as I drifted off.
 
She was turning out to be quite a challenge. And he was enjoying it quite a bit. Most women would retreat within themselves, trying to shore up their mental defenses that way, but she was fighting back. He smiled at the challenge.

Tommorow, after her session in the chair, he would give her something else to think about. And he would use her own desire for escape against her.
 
Carmen

Waking up with the alarm clock ringing, I glanced around the empty room. It was eight A.M. break fast would be here in twenty minutes, right on schedule and gave me just enough time to shower.
Standing, I shed the shirt and entered the bathroom. Using the nail, I touched up where I needed to. Washing my hair and scrubbed my face with the sponge. Stepping out, I dried, knowing this routine down pat, I would exit just as breakfast was place at the door through the slot.
Drying off, I did my best to tame my unruley hair with no blow dryer on hand, it was a big bitch to manage. It fell down to the center of my back in wet ringlets, dripping cooler water on my buttocks in the process. Sighing, I hummed a song. I was prepared for battle, mentally I had a plan. I just hoped it worked!
Give in just a little but never let myself slip and forget my purpose here and once free of this place.
Revenge on Isaac would be sweet! And I would get it eventually. My period was due in four days, I had been counting but the moron forgot my pills when he took me, leaving my make up bag in the bathroom. I wondered what that was going to do to my system? Hoping nothing serious, I strolled out in nothing but a towel around my hips. Sitting on the bed, I took out the lotion they provided and began massaging it into my upper body then down across my stomach and finally my feet and legs. Then working the remainder into my hands and arms. I sat silently, combing my fingers through my hair as I waited for Isaac to bring in breakfast.
 
He came in with breakfast soon after. "Good morning Carmen. I hope you had a restful sleep last night."

Sliding the tray through the slot, he went back to the door. See you at lunch.

The schedule for the day would be the same, the only difference was what Carmen might choose to do. Luch and dinner were the same times as always.
 
Carmen

I ate breakfast in silence then set to working out again. When lunch came, I again ate in silence and napped the rest of the afternoon away. Good thing I was exercising, or I'd become fat from sitting here!
God I was bored! When sleep finally came, it was a blessing in disguise. It eased the boredom, but then it also turned around and bit me on the ass with all the wet dreams!
I awoke about 6pm and lay there a moment, my body tingling, I lightly caressed myself, not really thinking about it but more set on how to escape this compound?
 
"Alright Carmen, after dinner we have to go sit you in the chair again." He said as he walked through the door to bring her dinner. Her heightened arousal was one of the signs she was progressing, her body was becoming used to being aroused from the time spent in the chair.
 
Carmen

Sitting up I groaned, "Oh great! There goes my appetite.." Muttering a few explanitives, I took my tray and sat crossed legged on the floor. Leaning back against the bed, I set the tray on my lap. Sighing, I still felt the hum of the sexual tensions in my body! Lord what I wouldn't give right now for a man!
Gripping the fork tightly in my hand, I paused mid bite. The thought catching me off guard once again! Setting the fork down, I wanted to toss the tray in anger, but did not want to clean it up. I couldn't believe I just thought that!
That was one way he was getting to me! Sexual frustration! it was a cold way to work but I guess I had to say it.. it was working.. Maybe just a tiny bit, not too much though.
I glanced up and caught his little smile but when he seen me looking at him it quickly vanished.
"What's so funny?"
 
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