Next day I was working on our finances when Katie came in.
“Michelle Rotsenburg is here to see you” she said.
I stopped reading and sighted.
“Stupid bitch doesn't learn. I take it she's in tantrum?”
To my surprise Katie shook her head.
“No, she's quite docile.”
That surprised me. Why would she be here? I weighted all pros and cons of meeting her. Eventually my curiosity won.
“Bring her in.”
Katie left a moment later Michelle came in. She had a problem walking – probably because of dildos which we stuffed into her. She closed door and stud there avoiding my eyes. After some time of silence I lost my patience.
“Sit.” She sat down immediately. I rose an eyebrow at that.
“Why are you here?” I went straight to the point. She was quiet, hesitating. As much of fun and turn on was watching a half-broken woman, I had job to do.
“If you don't want to speak then leave.”
“Wait!” she pleaded.
I looked at her and finally understood. The rape must have awoken her submissive side. She came here because she needs to be completely dominated.
I smiled.
I moved behind her and started massaging her breast. She made no motion to stop me. Her breathing sped up. After a minute I slipped my hand under her suite. Slut! She wears no bra. Ha!
“I will tell you why you are here.” She gasped as I pinched her nipple. “You are here because you liked it, when we raped you. You are here because you discovered you are masochistic bitch who likes it rough.” Her breathing sped up. “You didn't investigate our company because you were searching for sensation. You were excited to find slavers and your potential owners.” I could practically smell her arousal.
“Now I will give you two options.”
“One: You leave and we pretend you were never here.”
“Two: You will strip before me, kneel a swear your eternal allegiance to me. But, by doing so, you will lose your rights as a human. You will lose all your possessions.”
“Who knows what I will do. I can tell you to strip in middle of street. I can sell you. I can torture you to death.”
“So the question is Mrs Michelle Rotsenburg. What will you do?”
I smiled cruelly while still massaging her breasts. |