“'It’s for your safety and ours’ ’It’s for your own good!' Both things I was told when I was reprimanded to the state institution for the ‘criminally insane’ and also both things I was told when they wrapped me near-permanently in a straight jacket because I kept attacking people for keeping me away from my Master. It’s not FAIR. I didn’t do anything wrong….”
“Calm down, sweetie. You mean captor? Perpetrator maybe?”
“No, He is my MASTER. I keep telling you people this but you won’t believe me….. you keep me locked up in here for years and years and even still when I tell you about it, you don’t believe me, or you tell me that it’s okay, that it’s normal for victims to think these things. I’ve seen doctor after doctor and they all tell me the same thing. How can I believe you’ll be any different?” I say, starting to cry, not out of sadness or fear, but more out of frustration.
“Now, settle down, Emily, we’re just going to talk. I won’t judge you for anything you tell me here, you know that. How about you tell me what happened. Start from the beginning, and tell me everything.”
"Okay, well, it all started on my 18th birthday. My parents had been acting really weird lately, and I thought I overheard them talking about me on multiple occasions…. But I brushed it off at first….. When they said something about me going to a ‘school’ I thought they had meant college, since my birthday was within days of my graduation. The day after my ceremony, they took me to this place – just a small building out in the middle of nowhere, almost like a farmhouse. I asked where we were going and they had said ‘to school, of course, dear’ when I questioned them, saying I hadn’t picked a university yet, they ignored me and kept driving.
When we got there, there was a sign on the door. ’Mr. Bardeswood’s School for Wayward Girls,' though I couldn’t see it well enough to read it until my parents were practically dragging me through the door, they were walking so quickly, hands gripping my arms so tightly my fingers were almost going tingly. I complained that they were hurting me but they just ignored me and we went inside. Once in the buildings, we were asked to wait, while my parents filled out additional forms. ‘Additional? You mean you already put in an application for me here? What the hell?!’ were all words that crossed my lips. I was an unruly child, especially in my latter years of high school. It was an honest surprise to most that I even graduated on time."
“Well you must have kept good grades then, despite being ‘unruly’ as you put it. Anyway, go on.”
“Um…. Yeah I guess.” I paused for a moment, regaining my footing in the story.
“Anyway, so we waited for a little bit, before having my name called, and being escorted away, to a small room, kinda like an examination room at a doctor’s office or something. They told me to sit on the exam table and wait, so I did… still not sure what the hell was going on or why we were here. I waited alone in the room until finally a man came in….. he asked me a bunch of questions about my life…. My childhood, high school, the whole nine yards, and then left, for a few more minutes. I heard murmuring beyond the door, but with it closed I couldn’t tell exactly what was being talked about. When the man came back in, he was wearing gloves, and just said that he needed to give me a physical examination. ’What if I don’t want one?' I had asked him. He told me that it was required to continue the application process, to which I protested that I never applied, that it was my parents. He explained that they had enrolled me, and since I was still living with them, I didn’t have a say in the matter…. I continued to argue, but he just said that if I didn’t pipe down, he’d have to restrain me, so I just gave in for the physical. ‘How bad could it be?’ I thought. I went along with whatever he needed me to do, putting up a fight for some things, like when he told me to take off my clothes for a full-body inspection…. And then said he had to take pictures for my records.”
“So, he took pictures of you with your clothes on, or?”
“No, I was naked for the pictures. All over my body, and I wasn’t allowed to cover up – I tried. After that, he told me I could put my clothes back on, while he took some notes. I did, grateful for it, too, because I was shivering by the time I was permitted to do so.”
“And then what?”
"And then I was brought into another room, the hand of the woman escorting me gripped tight on my shoulder, but I ignored it. The door opened and my parents were sitting across a desk from a man – I assumed was the “Mr. Bardeswood” from the front door. We sat and discussed, and he appeared to have the pictures of me and those notes sitting on his desk. By the time we left, he had said that they had some more applicants to review, and would be back to us with a response within a few days. I assumed it was all done. I was wrong. That evening I was set to walk to a friend’s house, for a sleepover (or so my parents thought, anyway. I was actually going to my older boyfriend’s house, where we were gonna party with some booze and celebrate graduation….. I never made it to his house….. I was walking along, listening to music, didn’t even notice the men come up behind me and grab hold of me. They covered my mouth with a cloth, and that’s the last thing I remember before waking up in some basement somewhere…. Or at least I think it was a basement…. Seemed a little big, but I dunno. Could have been some sort of compound…. But, anyway, I woke up, gasping, my eyes watering, and I could feel burning near my nose, knowing that the burning meant they had chloroformed me…. I tried to move, but was restrained, and it wasn’t long after that I realized I was naked and strapped down to a bed, with a gag in my mouth. Feeling a cool breeze down there~ I realized that they had shaved me too while I was out. It was explained to me that I had been brought to a re-education center where they teach insolent young girls like myself to be better women, and, indeed, better wives. I struggled as much as I could, but it was no use, the restraints were steadfast and there were too many men around to keep me in place even if I could escape the bondage."
“Right, and then what happened?”
“Then they…. They raped me. I’ll admit it was rape at first…. They took turns in each of my holes, until I was a sloppy mess…… Then they started breaking me down, over the course of several months, with more rapes, beatings, degrading and humiliating things said and done to me…. Pain. Lots and lots of pain. The sort most folks can’t even imagine….”
“Tell me more……I- if you’re comfortable with it, that is” he stuttered as if the latter statement was an afterthought. I brushed it off again, thinking that he just wanted to get an idea of what happened….. even though I went through all of it countless times before, so it was definitely in my file, and in my counseling journal.
“Um…. I…. you should already have that…..”
“Yes but I’d like to hear it from your perspective, instead of just reading it from the report.”
“Oh. Um….. I….. they did countless horrible things to me….. raped me in groups, tied me up and beat me senseless…. I still have scars from the… from the whip.” I start to cry, remembering all the pain….. “they beat their rules, their… their way of life into me…. My new way of life. Once I was trained, they held a private auction, where I was made to stand on a stage and show off my…. Attributes to the audience…. And sold me to the highest bidder… my Master of course. He furthered my training to make me His own, though I was still obligated to give myself to any Man who wanted me…. Whether I wanted it or not. A slave’s opinion matters not. The evening after the auction, Master and I made love for the first time….. He had all of my holes that night because He wanted to make me totally His”
“That must have been terrible!” he said, sounding a little fake.
“No it was absolutely wonderful! I love my Master very much….. Oh how I miss Him…. Wh-when can I see Him again?”
“When he gets out of prison, probably”
“But…. But he didn’t do anything!!!!” I exclaimed, getting angrier at him.
“He raped you, did he not?”
“NO that’s what I’ve been trying to tell you! I love my Master, He provides for me and takes care of me and we make sweet love together….. I want to have His baby so we can raise another into the proper ways of life!”
“I want to go back to my room! We’re done here”
“No we’re not.”
“I said I want to go back to my room! Take me there, now!”
“I said we’re fucking not finished, number 82!” he realized instantly what he said “fuck” he muttered under his breath.
“I – what?”
“Get down on your knees.” He said. I did as I was told, confused beyond belief, but not wanting to disobey an order.
“You’ve proven to be a very obedient and loyal slave. Your training, and, indeed your therapy has gone incredibly well. Better than I’ve ever seen. Now, suck my cock and I’ll think about bringing you back to your Master. Or maybe I’ll just keep you to myself….” He said, muttering the last statement, with a sly grin, unzipping his pants and pulling out his hard cock.
“Yes Sir!” I said, crawling to him, as Master walked through the door, proudly smiling at me.
“Good girl.” He said, as the sounds of sucking and slurping started to fill the air. Master walked closer and started stroking my hair, whispering all the things He’s wanted to do to me for so long into my ear….. I heard His pants unzip and he walked up behind me, sliding Himself inside me….. I moaned onto the cock in my mouth, loving the familiar feeling… That feeling I’ve missed for so Goddamn long.
“Good girl.” I grinned at these words, humping back at my Master….. rocking back and forth between the two hard cocks until both were satisfied and spent…. Then Master put my collar back on, leashed me, and led me off, taking me home once again…. For good this time.
I love Him so much.
