Chapter 9
Atlas
I had a long day between dealing with work issues and the unplanned abduction of my Kitten. I was feeling a little beat down. I had to admit; she was a live wire. I give the girl credit.
Anyone else in her shoes would have relented and obeyed me to avoid the spanking and humiliation she received tonight. When I stripped off my clothes, I saw the shock and fear in her eyes.
Maybe she thinks I am going to fuck her, but that is the furthest thing on my mind. Although I would love to sample that pussy and ass, I need my sleep, and she also needs to rest. I can't play with a weak, tired pet.
She looks like a tiny doll lying there in my giant bed. My little plaything. I'll take her repeatedly soon enough, and she'll come to me willingly after I show her what actual pleasure is.
She will become just as addicted to me as I am to her. Call me a manipulative motherfucker, but I will do what's necessary to keep her. I will move her into her room in the morning. It's designed to absorb her screams and other loud noises that may escape her lips.
The room is feminine, with everything a girl could want with some added goodies for my entertainment.
My room is exactly the same as hers. If I brought home one of my whores, I wanted to make sure no one heard their screams and cries when we got down to business.
I didn’t build a playroom in this house, but I have them in my other homes.
When I decided to kidnap Kitten, I replicated my room, which was already equipped with everything needed. Of course, her room is more feminine, and its walls differ from mine. I wanted her to have her own space, but I will play with her in either room. I don't care.
Both are soundproof. No one within ten feet will hear anything happening behind closed doors. There are divots screwed into the beds to restrain her and keep her still during a session or punishment. Mine are currently covered. Out of sight, out of mind.
She will notice them in her room. In both rooms, a chain hangs from the ceiling. The chain attaches to a collar with two metal loops in the front. It rests about six inches from the floor and can be adjusted to any height you choose.
If you want to murder someone, you can hang it three inches from the ceiling. The one in my room is retracted right now. She can't see it. There are also leather handcuffs, ankle cuffs, and an array of sex toys, which are stored in the closets of both rooms.
I have a paddle, a whip, and a cane I purchased just for her hidden in the closets. I have used these apparatuses on different women over the years to appease my dark desires.
Some left with severe welts all over their bodies; others bled for me. It depended on what the woman was into and how far she would allow me to go.
The first time I drew blood, I admit, it turned me the fuck on. Over time, I had to master the severity of how hard I came down on their flesh so I wouldn’t turn their skin into ground-up hamburger meat.
I don't hate women, and I never abuse them. This was all a sexual addiction. I had a severe fetish, which included heavy BDSM. It is a part of who I am, and the monster inside needs to be released, or else the violence will erupt elsewhere in my life. I am a sadist.
I was upfront and honest with all the women I dated and the whores I paid. I always let them know what to expect. I never engaged in aftercare with them once the session was over.
All the paid whores left with a fatter wallet. If the session was with a woman I dated, I never cuddled them or made them feel better. If they bled, I bandaged them up and called them an Uber.
That's all the aftercare I could muster. I didn't give a shit. They always had an out if they reconsidered. I will also be upfront with my pet. To avoid more tantrums, I want her to know what to expect. If she is going to get her ass whipped, she is going to know about it.
I would have to take it slow with the dark-haired princess lying in my bed. Destroying her is not the goal here.
I looked at her. She is still whimpering. I crawled into the bed and pulled her to my chest. She resisted, but I warned her with a slap on her sore bottom. She yelped and immediately stopped trying to resist.
My voice was low and calm.
“Maybe this will be good advice for you, pet. You may as well try to get used to your fate. Instead of fighting me, maybe you should do as you’re told. Perhaps it may be more pleasurable for you that way.”
She was sobbing against my chest, leaving a trail of wet tears in the tufts of my hair. I stroked the top of her head, trying to soothe her.
I kept her wrapped in the blanket because she was naked, and the temperature was a cool sixty-five degrees. The colder, the better for me. Her room has a separate thermostat, so she can leave it at any temperature she chooses unless she does something that merits discipline.
I may use the temperature in her room as one of her punishments. It all depends on how severe the behavior is. When I administer a punishment, it isn’t just a spanking that’s involved.
There is a lot of humiliation thrown into the mix.
I find this a much more preferred method than beating someone into submission.
Don’t get me wrong; I am going to love putting marks on her ass; that comes from the dark, twisted part of me, but being spanked isn't the only choice of discipline. I use it for sexual gratification, too.
She will have to be conditioned for both.
I will teach her how to tolerate a whipping without playing with her pleasure center.
I will ensure she never enjoys just the strap or the whip alone.
Using pleasure along with the belt or a flogger has a different effect on the body, which is addicting, and that is the goal I am aiming for.
I continued massaging her scalp firmly, but gently.
Wrapped in that blanket, she was throwing off some serious body heat.
I felt like a piece of molten lava as she rested against me.
I don’t mind, though. She needs this reassurance after such a harsh punishment.
My cock always perks up around her, but I kept my mind off the pleasurable parts of her anatomy and focused on calming her down.
I need to lull her to sleep to get some rest myself. Using the syringe to knock her out wasn't something I wanted to do. I would rather deal with her awake and alert.
After about twenty minutes, the sobs stopped. I can feel her breath against my chest. She was finally out. I don’t particularly like sleeping with anyone, but this girl was an exception to the rule. Now that she was settled in for the night, I closed my eyes and fell into a dreamless slumber.
Atlas
A movement in the bed woke me up. I looked down and saw my little prisoner resting her head on my stomach. I wondered why she moved her head so far down from my chest.
A few inches lower, and she'd be resting on my cock. I imagined how it would feel to fuck her throat, then I smirked.
There is no way in hell I would stick my dick in her mouth right now. She would probably bite it off!
The girl is not too happy with me, so the blow job can go on the back burner. I laughed to myself.
I’m not that desperate to skullfuck her.
I gently lifted her head off my stomach and slid out of bed. She is lying on her side, most likely because of the spanking. I feel indifferent either way. In my opinion, she deserved it. I pulled the blanket over her again, tucking the sides snugly under her slight frame.
I need to get ready. I have to get her settled in her room for when the doctor gets here with the tracker and the birth control. My medical team consists of a doctor and an RN. They are both on the bankroll for personal use and to treat employees who need medical attention.
Things can get dicey in this business, so we like to lie low and stay out of the public eye. Sometimes, we end up freeing a few hostages from an assignment, and we'll have the doctor examine them before shipping the lot of them off.
I don’t get into the rescue portion of the trafficked women and young girls. My job is to remove the target, and then Social Services or some other nonprofit agency takes over. I am not interested in getting that deep into the missions.
I look at my drug of choice. My fucking liquid heroin. She is still sound asleep. There is nowhere for her to run if she wakes up while I get ready.
She can’t escape from the room, and her feet are practically useless right now, so I feel okay leaving her without supervision while I start my morning routine.
I entered the bathroom and jumped into the shower. The cool water felt good on my sweaty body. Even with the room's cool temperature, I was still warm. I guess I am hot-blooded.
I'm returning to her house this morning before anyone finds her missing. I have a few things I need to grab, including her cat.
I can’t leave the animal there to starve. I want her cell phone, laptop, and some of her clothes until I send my brother Joey shopping for the little twit this week.
I also want the information on the douchebag who tried to attack her last night. He is going to pay for assaulting my girl. I haven’t figured out how to punish him, but I will make sure he suffers. Killing him won’t satisfy my bloodlust.
I have a few other sinister ways to ensure he gets what he deserves. Even with my pet, she will obey the rules or pay the consequences for her actions. How else will she ever learn?
She'll eventually adjust to her situation. I laughed, thinking how she should have taken the offer to remain in her home and be released if she wasn’t happy with me.
Had she won fair and square, I would have let her go. I never reneged on a promise, but she blew it. I must admit, she gave me a run for my money.
A slight chuckle escaped my lips. She will be a lot of fun to break, that’s for sure. I turned the water off and stepped out of the shower, wrapping a towel around my waist.