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 Day Six $@$@$

   When I woke up the display was hovering over my face and I was still
comfortably ensconced on Invader.  I took a look at the display to see what
I was supposed to do next and it had a simple instruction:

   "Have a pleasant morning.  Instruction will commence promptly at 1pm,
please return to Invader at that time.  Time is now 7:57am.  Please
acknowledge this instruction by selecting YES."

   I did so and the screen promptly retreated into the ceiling.  As I was
getting to my feet I reached for the pile of clothes I'd left strewn about
the tile floor the night before.  I thought about getting dressed and
decided to just head up and get a shower.  I smelled like sex and my thighs
were still oiled up from my workout.  I stopped in the kitchen to start my
coffee and then it was upstairs for a welcomed shower.

   The hot water cleaned up my body and it seemed to clear the fog from my
mind, too.  I found myself wondering what the hell I'd consented to with
the computer.  The feelings I'd had...and then I realized I'd stood in the
stream of water for several minutes without a thought and without moving.
I'd been lost in what I can only describe as a flashback to the night
before.  I was living it over again.  The feeling of the hot liquid
squirting into me like a lovers' come had me aroused and I was mindlessly
caressing myself just thinking about it.

   I caught myself and shut off the water.  Taking a plush towel I dried
off my hair and then worked my way down, drying between my toes when I
reached them.  Again, the question of dressing came up.  I thought about my
clothes and remembered struggling to escape them the day before.  The terry
robe would be sufficient for now.

   The coffee was a Swedish blend and it was a little more acidic than I
preferred.  An extra dollop of cream compensated and it accompanied a trio
of freshly scrambled eggs along with a nice ham steak.  I grabbed a danish
from the freezer and thawed it in the microwave.  Taking my breakfast out
to the living room I looked out on another foggy morning replete with
dedicated surfers out there just past the break.  I flicked on the TV and
ate while Katie and Brian filled me in on Iraq and North Korea.

   I watched the local morning show at 9am and then an old episode of
Bonanza after that.  The whole time I was watching TV I was thinking about
what was going to happen at 1pm.  Little Joe and Hoss were doing something
with some blind girl when I gave up trying to pay attention and I just shut
the idiot box off.

   I got some cold coffee and warmed it up in the microwave before dosing
it with the necessary amount of cream.  The warm mug itself was comforting
to me as I walked into the dungeon to look at Invader.  It sat there so
lifeless.  I went up and touched it, almost expecting it to do something on
its own.  It just sat there.  Looking about, I saw the doors to the
cabinets in the floor and ceiling were closed and secured.  The odd thought
that the robot arms were vulnerable and fragile crossed my mind.  Why else
would they have to be hidden away when I was free to move around?

   The room was somehow unsettling without the noises of the arms moving
about and doing their business.  Losing myself in contemplation, I drifted
back to wondering what was in store for me later in the day and when I
caught myself I found I was getting turned on.  I don't know why, but the
helplessness I felt when secured into the workstations while they did
anything they wanted to me was a bizarre turn-on for me.  I'd never in my
life ever thought of the kinds of things I'd experienced in this house
since I'd arrived.  My possible futures had never included torture and
unimagined sexual pleasure.  Now I anticipated it with both dread and with
the feeling of something wonderful about to happen.  I couldn't wait for
1pm and find out what Invader would do to me.

   What the hell was I thinking?  This was wrong!  >> I << didn't think
like this!

   I purposefully strode from the room and walked quickly to the front
door. My hand hovered over the door knob.  I knew what would happen if I
touched it.  Placing my mug of coffee on the little table by the door I
braced myself to touch the shiny brass knob.  I was going to touch it and
this house be damned!  Yeah, that'd show Waldo!  I'll touch the doorknob!

   Standing there in my bare feet and just the terry robe I suddenly felt
ridiculous.  I knew that if I touched the doorknob I'd just end up on the
floor, writhing in pain.  It would be stupid to touch the doorknob. 
Stupid.

   I picked up my coffee, slugged it down, and went back to the TV,
selecting one of the movie channels.  It was some strange sci-fi flick
about monsters in the dark and the stupid people who feed them.  I just
couldn't get into it as I now focused on wondering why my resolve to open
the door had so suddenly dissolved.  That was right...I was going to leave,
wasn't I?  Yeah...fuck Waldo...that was my feeling...wasn't it?  Maybe I
just needed a nap and then I'd feel better.

   I woke up with the discomfort in my belly pinging away and I looked to
see the noon news ending...shit!  It was 1pm!  I pulled my robe about me
and jumped up and ran, I mean RAN, to the dungeon!  I'd made it just in
time and the pain ceased the second I crossed the threshold of the room.  I
laughed at the thought of 'checking my messages' as I looked at the display
on the wall:

   "Please disrobe and mount Invader promptly."

   Well, it was learning manners.  How quaint.  The robe fell at my feet
and I climbed onto Invader and allowed the restraints to secure themselves.
I have to admit that I was a little wet thinking about what pleasures might
be in store for me.

   The ceiling opened up and the display swung down in front of my face. 
My right hand was freed and then I had a question to answer:

   "Your Master asks you to suck his cock until he comes in your mouth. 
Then he instructs you to swallow it.  Do you comply?"

   Something about sucking cock just grates on me and I touched NO.

   Big mistake.

   The pain was of the 100% maximum knock-me-out kind and I'd really wished
I hadn't said NO.  My belly cramped up, my legs and arms cramped, I
couldn't breathe, an instant migraine set in...all cause I don't like the
idea of sucking cock.

   Relief finally arrived and I had a few minutes to recover before the
same question came up again.  Defiant, I chose NO again.

   Really big mistake.

   I blacked out from the pain this time and when I woke up another
question was waiting:

   "Your Master wants anal sex with you.  Do you comply?"

   Damn it to hell!

   I chose NO.

   The panel retreated to the ceiling and then another robot arm swung down
and pointed a hypodermic needle at my thigh.  There wasn't one fucking
thing I could do to stop it as it plunged into my flesh and delivered a
dose of burning pain into my leg.  Just as quickly as it had arrived the
arm went back into the ceiling, leaving me alone.

   A few minutes went by and I was just stuck there, trussed up and waiting
for what was next.  It had to be some awful torture in reward for my
defiance...right?

   My leg stopped burning pretty quickly and then I noticed I was feeling
pretty good...just like the other morning...which was when, exactly?  The
lights in the room shut off and blackness ruled my universe...except for
some pretty colours...in my head?  I felt my little ball deep inside me
start to vibrate and the glow of arousal quickly rose up in me.  I went to
touch myself and a nubbin of pain made me place my right arm back in the
restraint.  It was somehow comforting when the restraint gently closed on
it.

   I knew I'd been drugged and I fought against the darkness that came over
me, a darkness that was egged on by the warm feelings in my belly.  I was
just on the verge of oblivion when I heard the voices whispering in the
air...

   "....obey...."

   "....choose pleasure...."

   "....obedience is pleasure...."

   "....inside is pleasure...."

   "....outside is pain, pain, and only pain...."

   And then I was gone.



   Day Seven &*&*&*&*&

   I awoke to warmth.

   The lights were on, although they were pleasantly dim, and as my groggy
eyes took in the room I could see I was still on Invader and the door was
closed.  I moved a little and sensed a certain fullness.  Looking down I
saw that the robotic cock was snuggled into me.  I bucked my hips a little
and it answered with a gentle thrust and then rested again.  I bucked at it
again, a little more vigorously, and it humped at me a few times and then
stopped again.  This next time I bucked at it I kept on, thrusting my hips
at the cock to keep it going.  It wasn't long before we had ourselves a
nice rhythm going and I was getting myself juiced up with excitement and
anticipation.  The cock slipped in and out of me with so much ease...I'd
never been this relaxed during sex!  There was so much freedom as I
abandoned myself to fucking.  No shame, no concerns, no jobs, just my pussy
being properly fucked.

   The fucking went on and a distant memory of making love with my
ex-boyfriend one early morning came along and suddenly became real to me. I
looked and saw him standing between my legs, lost in his passion, fucking
himself into me with gentle passion.  The sunlight looked wonderful in his
hair as he threw back his head and began to ram me, deep into me.  I didn't
think his cock was so long as it felt right now, butting into my tender
cervix.  I thrust my hips at him, encouraging his lust...

   "Oh, yeah, baby....yeah...that's right....ummmm....unnnghhh..."

   He drove into me and held himself there, his wonderful cock spewing into
me...filling me...

   The sunlight in his hair became a technicolour rainbow as pleasure
washed over me from inside, outside, and all over the universe.  The warm
liquid gushed into me and pleased me with its fulfilling promise.  My body
wanted more...wanted so much more...whatever I had to do I'd do...it was so
clear now.

   The light grew brighter and I swear I saw the clouds sweep away from the
sun.



   The dungeon returned to me.  The wonderful feeling...wanting...stayed
with me as the dream faded.

   My mind told me that it had all been a dream...or a hallucination. 
Somehow, it didn't matter.

   The voices were in the room again as the fog of sleep took me over and
led me into wonderful oblivion again.

   Day Eight $%$$%$%$%

   Hungry.  That was my first thought.  I slipped from Invader and went
right to the kitchen to get something to eat.  I pulled a thick steak from
the freezer and popped it in the microwave to defrost as I peeled a couple
of potatoes and sliced them into a frying pan.  I ate a piece of the potato
raw.  The moisture in my mouth told me how dry I was.  A quart of apple
juice disappeared in one, long draw, the cool refreshment in my stomach
just feeling wonderful!

   The sun was out and it was clearly morning.  Of what day?  Who cares! 
It was beautiful out there!  I took my breakfast to the window and touched
the door to open it and then went out into the fresh air.  Setting my plate
on the patio table I gave a good look at the view and then launched right
into my New York steak.  It was the best steak I'd ever had!  And the
potatoes were awesome!

   A couple of the surfers out on the break waved at me and I paused from
eating to wave back.  What nice boys they were!

   My breakfast was gone all too soon and it was time to go in.  I
collected my plate and the utensils and virtually floated into the kitchen.
Isn't it great to have such a nice kitchen?  And it's so rewarding to have
such pretty dishes and shiny pans to clean!

   The pan and the plate had to go back where they belonged after I got
done and then I remembered my clothes!  I fetched my clothes from where I'd
left them in the workout room...dungeon is such a bad name!...and took them
to the laundry.  It was a wonderful two hours I spent cleaning the cute
clothes and my towels and my thick, comfy robe!  The whites were separated
from the colours and I waited while they dried and then ironed my jeans and
my top.  The robe was even more comfy with the warm, freshly cleaned scent
on it!

   Everything was put in its place.

   What the fuck was I doing?

   It was like I'd been dreaming and awake at the same time.  The sensation
was like waking up and it was damn weird.

   Oh, shit!  I realized I'd been outside!

   I ran to the window display to see if it would still work and let me
out.

   No dice.

   The message was simple and my heart sunk as I knew I had to comply.

   "Disrobe and mount Invader in 38 seconds."

   I took off my robe, folded it, and hung it over the back of the sofa. 
Naked, I walked into the dungeon and did as I had been told to.

   What else could I do?

   The restraints closed in place and then the ceiling opened up.  I was
hoping for the display to come down and play twenty questions, but it was
no surprise when the arm with the needle came down.  An injection in my
thigh was immediately followed by one of the painful injections into my
belly.  At the same time I was lubed up and then quickly, deeply, and
rudely penetrated.  I felt the hot liquid spurting into my pussy without
any sexual activity or, well, foreplay and then I was empty.  Briefly.  My
ass was penetrated and filled with lube.  Another quick, deep, and rude
pentration later and I was being filled with warm water.  My belly rapidly
swelled up and then my ass was free to empty itself.  A second penetration,
a second filling, and a second rush of water followed.  My ass was just
recovering from the rapid activity when a third penetration was followed
with an injection of something warm and viscous into me.  It was the same
stuff that I'd received when I was in the Chair, I somehow just knew this
fact.

   Another injection followed in my thigh, then another into my arm, and
then another, straight into my neck.  The blur of motion and activity had
made me feel beaten, even senseless, and not even the final injection into
my neck was going to get a reaction from me.  I wasn't even surprised when
I heard the whisperings beginning again right as my universe changed colour
and then faded.

   Day Eleven ??????????

   I needed a shower.  And some food.

   I was exhausted and wiped out as I lifted myself off of Invader. 
Slipping over the edge of the reclining workstation I tried to stand and my
feet failed me.  I caught myself before hitting the tile and struggled back
to sit on the edge of the workstation.  It was a good while before the
strength to carry me out of the room was summoned.

   My robe was where I'd left it and I took it upstairs with me, hanging it
up in the bathroom as I started the shower.  The steam from the hot water
shortly fogged up the mirror and I felt a compulsion to clean the mirror,
even though I knew it would be fine after the bathroom aired out.  Right,
that's right.  I turned on the vent for the shower and relaxed when I saw
the condensation on the mirror start to clear itself.

   I stepped into the warm stream and immediately soaked my hair, rinsing
the sweat and grunge out of it.  There was beauty soap and a deodorant soap
in the soap holder and I reached for the deodorant bar.  I ran it under my
arms and was met with stubble, looking down, I saw my legs looking kind of
shrubby, too.  I washed all over and then shampooed my hair, rinsed, and
set in a generous amount of conditioner before reaching for my razor.  It
felt good to shave the stubble from my arm pits, legs, and bikini, and I
remarked to myself that I was feeling feminine again.  I shaved the last
stubble from my ankle and then rinsed the conditioner from my hair.

   Not long after that I made my way to the kitchen and put together a good
breakfast and flicked on the news to see what was going on.  Something had
happened in North Korea a couple of days ago and they were making a big
deal about it.  Why hadn't they mentioned it when I'd last seen the news?
Setting down my coffee I had a feeling and went to the display by the
window and found that three days had elapsed since the last time I could
remember anything.  For some reason I accepted this fact without any
argument and went back to finish my coffee.



   "Beautiful.  You are a work of art, Christie!"

   I heard a familiar voice...a real voice!

   "Waldo!"

   I got up and ran to him, and I probably bruised his ribs I hugged him so
hard!

   "It's so nice to see you, Waldo!  I have some coffee ready, would you
like some coffee?"

   He paused a moment.

   "Christie, let's you put on your robe and then get it for me, okay?"

   I forgot that I hadn't dressed.  I nodded my agreement, got on the robe
and then went to the kitchen.

   Waldo followed me and accpeted the coffee when it was ready.

   "Christie, I have a friend outside and he'll be coming in here in a few
minutes.  But before he does we need to have a talk, okay?"

   "Of course!" I stared at him like a puppy waiting for a ball.

   "This isn't my house, really.  I did build it at very great expense,
that is true, but it isn't mine."

   He swallowed, bracing himself for something big.

   "It belongs to your Master."

   He stared at me, waiting for a response.

   "Uh-huh, that's okay Waldo.  Is there something else?"

   He looked rather pleased at me right then and I felt pleased that he was
smiling at me.

   "Christie, darling, you belong to him too, now.  He paid me for you."

   I felt a small hesitation in my mind and then I smiled at Waldo again.

   "I hope you got paid well for me!"

   Waldo chuckled and then went on.

   "All right, we need to go over a few things to make sure this is all
okay with you." He reached over and pulled my robe away from my thigh and
touched the symbol tattooed there.  "Christie, this is the Sanskrit
character for 'slave', do you understand?" I nodded yes.  "It's there
becuase you are now, and forever, the slave of the man you'll meet very
soon.  He paid me very well to find a girl to be his slave and he was in
the restaurant the day you came in, he told me that he wanted you.  He paid
me ten million dollars for you, Christie."

   Wow.  Ten million dollars, I thought.  That was flattering!  Ten million
for me to be his slave.  I was a slave now.  I'd been abducted, tortured,
abused, and now enslaved.  I was a fucking slave.  I was a fuck slave. 
Yeah, that's what I was.  It pissed me off.

   It was that moment when I "split".  I'd later find out that this was a
common effect of Waldo's enslavement techniques.  The conscious mind of the
slave was intact, rational and thinking, yet the slave was incapable of
free will.  I was free to think and that was all I was free to do anymore.
Forevermore.

   I smiled brainlessly at Waldo.

   "That's really great, Waldo." (Fuckyouyoufuckingbastard!!!!)

   "You need to know that I drugged you to induce a hypnotic sleep, you've
been implanted with a device that controls your pleasure and pain, you've
been brainwashed, and you're probably right now cursing my name in your
mind while completely unable to effect any change on your behavior.  You've
also received nutritive supplements injected into your lower intestine to
fortify you during yourprogramming.  You may comment freely if you wish."

   It was like a door was opened and I was able to be me again.

   "You'll never get away with this, you faggot bastard!  I'm nobody's
fucking whore and I'll never be!  What the hell did you think..."

   His eyes rolled while I unleashed my diatribe and he quietly said, "Shut
up, Christie."

   I did shut up.  I couldn't do otherwise.  The door of my free will
slammed closed.



   "It's a nice day, isn't it Christie?"

   It was more than just one question and I knew it.

   "Yes, why yes, it is, Waldo." (cocksucker!)

   He stood there a moment and then turned to face me.

   "Christie, go to the kitchen and get out the meat cleaver.  Then chop
off the little finger on your left hand, okay?"

   I smiled at him, "Sure thing, can I get you a warm-up on the coffee
while I'm out there?" (Whatthefuck?????)

   "No, thanks, that'll be enough."

   I walked to the kitchen and noticed Waldo was right behind me the whole
way.  I had to poke around in the drawers to find the meat cleaver and then
I got out some paper towels for the inevitable mess and I also got the
cutting board out.  I didn't want to damage the granite countertop, after
all.  (OhmyGodwhatamIgoingtodo?Jesuspleasemakethisstoprightthefucknow!)

   With everything set to go I took the cleaver, put my hand in place, and
began to lower the blade into the knuckle.

   "Stop!"

   (Thank youJesus!)

   "Christie, put the cleaver away and go watch TV, anything you want,
until your Master arrives.  You're ready to do anything he wants now,
aren't you?"

   I wanted to choke on the words as I said them with a pleasing,
little-girl tone in my voice, "Yes, Waldo, anything he wants."

   Waldo pulled out his cell phone and dialed while I went out to find a
movie on cable.  I've seen "Terminator" before, but decided to see it
again.

   Waldo's phone call ended and he came out and sat on the sofa with me to
watch the movie.  I was surprised when (thefucker!) took my hand and gently
caressed it as we sat there.  During the whole movie he never let go of my
hand, as if he really cared or regretted what he'd done to me.

   The national news had ended and then the LA six o'clock team was coming
on as the doorbell rang.  I didn't even know the place had a doorbell. 
Waldo excused himself and went to the door, leaving me alone for the
moment. The anticipation of just who I was going to meet was kind of
overwhelming.  In my mind I still struggled to get free of the intangible
thing that had wrapped around my consciousness, locking me prisoner in my
own body.

   Waldo escorted his client into the room and into my sight.

   Tall, thin except for a paunchy gut, graying black hair that was slick
with what had to be old-school Brylcreem, a buttoned-up plaid shirt on
khakis, Doc Martens', and wire-rimmed glasses.  Thick glasses.  I figured
him for maybe late forties, about my Dad's age.  He was a geek in the
extreme.