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Isaac

He stood calmly as she ranted at him, not flinching in the slightest. When you are subjected to many such tirades, they really lose any impact they might have had.

"Quite right you won't be my toys. I am simply the middle man. The Facilitator. Once your training and re-education is complete, you will be given to your future owner, and in exchange, I will receive," He paused "I believe somewhere around 5 million dollars. My assistant could give you a more accurate sum, but I don't think that will be necessary."

The nonchalance with which he speaks of the future of his ubjects, he has found, is often quite disarming. The fact that he discloses so much information leaves them with little to assume about their ultimate fate, and few questions to ask. Though sometimes he was asked something that suprised him.

"Your future owner has also hinted at some modifcations to your biochemistry and your body, though he has yet to fully disclose his wishes to me. I look forward to seeing what he wishes of you."
 
Patty

Patty stood shocked by Isaac's revelations.

Suddenly, for some unknown reason, she felt rejected.

Quietly she asked, "You mean you went to all this trouble, and you don't even want me?"

Patty wasn't sure why that bothered her so. But it did.

She was merely a comodity, a piece of property changing hands. Isaac had no interest in her at all.

Patty slowly sank to the floor, and began to cry.
 
Isaac

"Quite simply, no I do not. As I mentioned before, I have an assistant. Altered and trained to my specifications. You are for a client, and thus you will be tailored to their wishes, rather than my own. So, there is the chance that I will be training you for things that I personally have no interest in."

He looked over to Carmen's bed, wondering when she would be rousing herself.
 
Patty

Patty felt totally helpless, but she refused to let Isaac see her that way. She forced herself to stand, tears flowing down her face. She stood ramrod straight as she stared Isaac in the eyes.

"What if Carmen and i refuse? We won't be slaves for you or anyone else!"

Patty practically spit the words at Isaac. She was angry. She wanted him to know she wasn't going to comply to him or to his "client" without a fight.
 
Carmen

I heard their voices but it seemed to be a great distance to go to hear them clearly. Yawning, I rolled over, feeling every little tense muscle in my body protest the movements.

I would have smiled if not for the nagging pain in my abdomen. That machine was hell on a person, but a delicious hell! Rolling over, I managed to opened my eyes slightly, seeing a pale and obviously upset Patty.

That's when I realized Isaac was outside the cell and it had not been a dream. I knew I had to be tense, angry.... Otherwise my behavior would seem too curious and cause questions.. Questions I didn't want to answer right now.

"I ...Will never submit to any man's demands." My voice was weak and weary, showing the fatigue I felt from last night's episode.

A shiver passed down my spine, causing a little discomfort but overall I was too satisfied to complain about it.. though I had to.

"Patty.. you have to fight it.. it's hard, trust me.. But he isn't going to win!" With that I tilted my head down a little, directing a glare at Isaac. I would explain in detail what he did, what the chair did and how it worked. Feed her knowledge, let her gain a sense of power.. A reason to fight it, a hope she could fight it and win..

I managed to get myself upright, pulling the sheet from the small bed to cover my body from his gaze. Pushing the hair back from my face, I openly glared at him, trying hard to keep it a hateful stare. "I'm hungry. Don't we get fed? Surely after torturing me all night.." I fell silent, seemingly lost as what to say and not to. My look to Patty turned pleading, asking for help..
 
Patty

"Yeah, you have to feed us! Your client won't like it if we starve to death!"

Patty tried to maintain her beligerant strength, hoping Isaac could not see her fear.

Patty turned to Carmen.

"What did he do to you?" She asked, her voice shaky, knowing that all too soon Patty would discover, first-hand, what Isaac had done to Carmen.
 
Isaac

"You watched exactly what happened to her Patty. Though if Carmen wants, she can tell you what it feels like, though You'll find out tonight.... first hand."

He smiled.

"Your dinner is being prepared as we speak, and will be ready shortly." In actuality it was already prepared. He wanted Patty to think there were others besides just Isaac.

He nodded to both of them and smiled before exiting the room. About 10 minutes later he returned, wheeling in a serving tray and sliding two platters into openings through the clear polymer walls that he opened with a remote. The opening er not large enough for either of them to fit through though.

"Enjoy." They would both find one of their favorite dishes. For this stage of the training, he was going to spoil them when it came to food. He never stopped doing that with Carmen, but now that there were 2, he could set up an interesting dynamic.

After that, he let them alone to eat.
 
Patty

Patty turned toward Carmen, now that the two of them were alone.

"What did he do to you? What is it like? I'm scared. Ready to pee myself, I'm so scared."

Patty was rambling again, hoping Carmen could say something to help her to calm her nerves. But Patty was certain this was going to be the most frightening experience of her young life.
 
Carmen

ooc: Sorry its taken me so long. Back injury has kept me from sitting here :(

IC:

I gazed up at Patty and flinched, looking away as if ashamed. My hands shook a little as I pushed my hair back from my face, a sign of frustration and upset.

"I..Well.." I fell mute, staring at the tray heavily covered with all my favorite dishes. Isaac still knew what would fatten us up. I picked up my fork and purposely played with my food.

"Sit and eat Patty.. you will need your strength as will I.. I think." I took a drink of the water and shifted on the bed, noticing her eyes and their intent stare at me.

"Alright, but it isnt a pretty picture to tell. And I am weary still.." How should I tell her exactly what the chair was? It would not help nor hinder the treatment really, just telling her what is to come .. or would it terrify her more?

"I was taken to this room and strapped into this chair.. like a dentists chair? Make sense?" I looked up for her nod and went on. "These little.. scientific looking things.. umm wires with censors. Those. Anyway they were stuck on my body in places and these head phones put on my head. This message played over and over again, telling me things..." I glanced up at Patty and saw her look, it wasn't afraid nor angry.. confused came to mind..

"That isnt the worst part. If you fight it, this machine, it some how knows.. and you're shocked. Its not a bad shock like you see in movies!" I hurried to explain before she freaked out on me. "Just little zaps. They sting but they dont burn.. And if you accept what it is telling you.. It some how knows and you get this.. different kind of.." I waved my hand around trying to find the right words." Umm pleasure. It gives you pleasure. Much like a uh.. well a toy would do." I flushed hotly and took a small bite of my corn. Nibbling on the food in my mouth, I fell silent and waited for her questions or rants.. For all appearences, I was as lost as she was with what to do or say, confused by the machine and what it had done to me the night before.. answering just enough of her questions with vague details would help.. I hoped.
 
Patty

Patty sat in stunned silence. She didn't fully understand everything Carmen had tried to explain. But she understood enough to know that imprisonment was only a minor part of Isaac's plan.

Patty picked at her food, although it was delicious. She had lost her appetite. Fear had that effect upon her.

She eventually turned toward Carmen and asked in a scared, little girl voice, "Why is he doing this to us?"

Patty was near tears. But she did not want to cry. She wanted to fight. She wanted to kick Isaac in the balls. She wanted to break his chair, or better yet, to strap him to it and shock him over and over and over again.

Patty stood and walked to the clear partition dividing the two cells. She looked into Carmen's eyes and declared, "We've got to fight him, Carmen. We can't just let him win."
 
OOC: I will be on vacation from June 28th through the 4th of July. I don't know if I will have any opportunities to post during that time.
 
Carmen

ooc: Enjoy your vacation! :) No worries about posting, just enjoy your free time.

IC:

I studied her solemn face a moment before nodding my head, "Yes we have to fight it.. I refuse to be some man's play thing!" I clenched my fists a moment, anger washing over me.

"The why's of it do not make much sense to me either, all I know for certain is someone paid him for us and this unknown buyer wants us programmed to do their bidding.. How long we remain here, or how long until we're moved I can't guess either. But there has to be a way out of here. Don't worry yourself sick Patty, we'll think of something." I gave her a small reassuring smile. "We can beat him if we fight together."

I nibbled at my food until I was comfortably full and yet did not eat everything. Captives had little stomach for food.

"Maybe a plan of some kind will help us focus on the goal? Maybe if we pretend to go along with him.. course not now, but soon.. maybe there will be a chance to escape?" Setting my plate down I walked to the glass and stared at her, "Maybe one of us can get away and get help? Better we both get out, but if it isnt possible, you promise me you'll run to the police as quickly as you can if you make it out of here!" I whispered urgently, my hand flattening against the glass as my eyes searched her face. "If I get free, I will run for help.." It was the best i could come up with but seemed to be the best course of action, a joint agreement for both our sakes..
 
Patty

"Of course I'll get the police. I won't leave you here. And if you get free, you'll do the same for me."

Patty stood and placed her hand on the plexigalss screen, mirroring Carmen's stance, staring into the other woman's eyes.

Patty felt a bit stronger. They were a team, she and Carmen. And the two of them could and would beat Isaac.

Patty went back to her bunk and her plate of food. She wasn't hungry, but knew she had to keep up her strength if she was going to be able to put their limited plan into action. She ate everything on the plate, and had to admit that the food was delicious.

"Do you think he'll take me tonight? To the chair, I mean?" Patty asked, trying hard to keep the fear from her voice.
 
Carmen

I glanced at her profile as I sat back down on my own bed, "I honestly do not know Patty... I know I don't want to go back there either.. Maybe he won't come back tonight?" I sounded hopeful but doubtful of my own words.

Pushing away the tray of food, i stood up and hunted down a robe. "I am going to use the shower and get some of this sweat off.. be out in a moment." I needed to think of new angles. New direction. Of course plotting with Patty would give that, but I knew there was no way out of this complex..

Adjusting the water, I stepped in and scrubbed while thinking over everything I had seen and heard. I knew Isaac would be taking Patty to the chair, the sooner the better too. Her fear of the unknown was building, but luckily I hadn't scared her too much. She was still willing to fight for her freedom.
 
Isaac

As the evening approached and it seemed like there was little more they were going to talk about, Isaac once again gassed Patty's cell, rendering her unconcious.

When Carmen came out from the bathroom, her door would be open and Isaac would be waiting for her. "Come, we need to get her to the Indoctrination room. I've decided on how Patty's training is going to proceed. You and her have forged quite the bond, I'm going to break it. I'm going to pit you against each other, and the only way to succeed is to submit." He smiled. "Of course even when Patty is 'winning' you will still be well taken care of, unlike her while you are in the lead."

With Carmen's help, Patty was brought to the training room down the hall and strapped into the chair. Isaac had Carmen stay out of sight and woke Patty with smelling salts. She'd find herself strapped in, with electrodes on her temples, the tops of her breasts, and close to her pussy. Earphones would be in her ears as well.

"Patty, this is the beginning of the rest of your life. I hope you enjoy yourself." He didn't feel the need to say anything more, since Carmen had already told her what to expect.

With the push of a button, the system began. The heat in the room increased, the computers were monitoring her brain waves, and the earphones were playing a series of messages designed to enforce submission. If Patty fought against them, she would be shocked, not enough to do her any harm, but enough to easily notice and break any concentration. If she relented and agreed, she would feel pleasure.
 
Carmen

I assisted Isaac with putting Patty into the chair and hooking her up. Nodding, I understood all he was saying and hoped it would work. Noticing the reversal of the wires and the second chair, I had to marvel at his genius.

Smiling, I stepped back out of sight and watched silently as he woke Patty. Remaining where I was, I waited for her questions and Isaac's instructions. I could return to my cell, but some how I doubted he wished that of me, since he had told me to remain out of sight and not return to the cell.
 
Patty

Patty awoke with a start, and then realized she was strapped in the torture chair. She tried to fight against the restraints, but found it impossible.

How had he gotten her here without waking her? She then realized that he was using some sort of sleeping aid. Had it been in her food? If she survived the night's torture she would not eat again. She would starve rather than be a slave.

Isaac's smug voice in her ear brought revulsion. "I hope you enjoy yourself."

Patty screamed, "You are a sick, depraved monster. Let me out of here, NOW!"

Patty heard a low buzzing sound in the earphones. She knew the "programming" was beginning. She would fight it. She would be strong.

Even as she began such a mental battle, Patty felt the first mild shock to her tender body.

"OUCH! Stop it!" She screamed.
 
Isaac

For now he simply wanted Carmen to watch, it was still too soon for her to reveal herself as his enslaved assistant, or to be a part of Patty's training. That would come later.

The noise in the earphones slowly became voices, telling her to give in, not to fight, to obey, over and over again. With a smile he would walk around behind the chair and out of her sight, to stand next to Carmen. Putting his arm around her waist, he grinned at her. He always enjoyed doing this.

Soon, the heat of the room would cause the occupents to sweat profusely.
 
Carmen

The heat in the room grew unbareable almost, I remember all too clearly how it made one feel. Standing here now, it was no less opressive than sitting in it.

I curled up against Isaac's side, putting my head on his shoulder, watching the machines map out responses, heart rate, things of that nature. Watching the machine zap again and again. I flinched a little, I did not miss that part, not at all!

She was fighting it though, and that made me smile. She would be willful much like I was, and there for we would never doubt her submission when it came.

I did feel a twinge of remourse, this girl was a delightful person, it was too bad she was being sold. If luck were in my court, she would be local when this ended.
 
Isaac

Carmen next to him, and the sight of Patty in the chair was making him hard. He motioned towards the door to carmen and then looked down at the bulge in his pants. It had been far too long since he had enjoyed his slave assistant, and now would be the perfect opportunity.
 
Patty

Patty was sweating, from the unbearable heat as well as the stress she felt. The voices in her head kept telling her to submit. But Patty would never submit. But with each thought or inclination of resisitence came another shock. Her tender thighs were getting sore as her muscles contracted with each shock of Isaac's infenal machine.

Patty felt herself cramping.

"Please stop! I can't stand it!" she screamed, tears streaming down her face. But the tears were tears of rage. If Isaac let her loose she would tear him apart. Never in her life had Patty been so humiliated, so abused, so victimized.

Patty was determined to win this battle of wills. But it seemed that every advantage belonged to Isaac.

Patty wondered if Carmen was being subjected to a similar torture.
 
Carmen

IC:

Turning about, I walked silently out into the hall and waited for Isaac to emerge from the room. Inside I could hear Patty but blocked it out as I smiled at him.

Once the door was shut, I moved down a little further from hearing range and smiled, "What is it you want of me?" My hands trailed over his chest and shoulders lightly, waiting for his instruction.
 
Sorry! Again!!

OOC: I'll not be able to post much, if at all, for the next week or so. My Mom is having knee replacement surgery and I will be spending most of my time at the hospital.
 
Isaac

OOC: That's alright Khan, I hope your Mom does ok. :)

IC: He smiled one final time as he looked at Patty before following Carmen out the door.

He kissed her hungrily, as her hands ran over his chest. "What I always want, everything." He had missed her company, in the bedroom and otherwise the past couple days. "Watching someone go through that always gets me in the mood. Even more so later on in the program."
 
ooc: Bronchitis is once again kickin my ass out from under me, and my mind which is refusing to work right now, is drawing huge blanks when it comes to posting. I am sorry :( for the delays etc.

IC:

Smiling, she tugged him by his tie into a remote corner where Patty could not hear them and knelt to the floor. She unbuttoned his pants, taking her time to place soft chaste kisses whenever new skin was exposed to her.

Taking his cock in hand, she kissed the head lightly before pushing him deeply. She wasted little time with formalities, knowing he needed relief.
 
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