The Drug (Mature Readers Only)

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This was originally posted on www.abductor.com/forum where people responded to each section as it was posted.

Inspired by the anime video story Ai No Kusabi

Contains unusual sexual encounters, and the rest of the stuff involved in my writings that you’ve come to expect, fear, and love.

Sylena tapped her pale fingernail onto the box in front of her, it lying on her desk as if it were all that existed in her entire world. The furniture around her office forgotten, the historical rare paintings decorating the walls, the attendant that sat at his own desk outside her door.

She’d received the box in the early hours, the deliveryman a bit different than others, kneeling and presenting the box respectably. It had been draped in the dark red, the symbols of death upon it. The red was her family’s color, what was left of it. Her brother and her were all that were left, their fortune left to them on their parents’ deathbed, and now, one more death in the family.

Sylena had already been to see the lawyers. Her brother had no wife; the idea was laughable, for he was not attracted to women. His half of the fortune was her’s now. Any normal younger sister may have been happy about this, but she had tried her best to learn the ways of business. She ran several businesses of her own, and was well respected in the business community, even though she was a Blondie. Their kind seemed to rule the world now, if only from the underground. Few took the spotlight, and it wasn’t the spotlight she wanted. The lawyers had offered her tissues while they read over the details, but she waved her hand. She hadn’t needed them. She was too saddened to cry. Her brother had been her guide, the strong one that never let her down.

She almost forgot the box in her thoughts of him, until her fingernail tapped the uncovered box once again. She knew what was inside. Of course it could not have been delivered with the lawyers, that would have made everything public.

The sun was setting, and she had not eaten. She simply sat at her desk, staring at the box. The fake wood box, the plastic of it needed for the contents inside. She touched the latch, but then moved her hand away. She stood for the first time that day and walked to the high-rise windows which mirrored her form perfectly. She was taller than most women, a good five foot nine, and her long straight blonde hair ran down her black business jacket, special cut to give a female a look of power and authority. Her skin was tanned to perfection and her light green eyes looked out onto the city, the lights of it turning on as the sun disappeared over the artificial city ridge.

“Daniel.” She whispered the name of her dead brother. She touched the glass with her fingers, remembering when they had stood together, so many times, at this very window, looking out onto the city. They would speak of things, of their troubles, of their lives, of their secrets. Now his secrets were her’s. She looked back at the box on the desk. She walked to it and picked it up. How small it seemed in her hands now, not the menacing object she had been contemplating all day. Sylena flipped the catch and opened the lid, a thin metallic ring rested inside on a layer of velvet. A paper lay folded beside it and a memory disk tucked under the velvet.

She knew what it was before she opened it, but now looking at it, she wasn’t sure if she wanted it. Yet a life was contained in this gift. As a Blondie she could have easily sold it away, they were known for such things. Keeping their playthings only until they stopped being amusing, and then selling them away, or worse, disposing of their lives entirely. This one, had been her brother’s favorite. He alone he gave to her.

Sylena took out the ring from the box, turning it from side to side between her fingertips. It would most certainly fit one of her fingers. Her brother had been larger, but their ring finger sizes had not differed so much. She turned the ring to look at the inside. The two sharp needles with blue liquid dripping from them like a cobra’s fangs. Putting on the ring would not only pierce her flesh, but combine the chemical with her own blood, only to mix and be collected outward once again to combine with another device. The device planted on the gift’s body. The one he could not remove, the one that tied him to his owner.

It had been a week, truly he was suffering. Perhaps her brother had wanted him to suffer, instead of sending her the box right away. Did the man even know she would be given it? Surely she didn’t even know it would be. It hadn’t been in her thoughts until it had arrived and sat on her desk, waiting.

Sylena picked up her phone and dialed the number on the piece of paper.

“Hello?” it was a male’s voice, but not one she recognized.

“Is Mikel at home?” her voice was calm and steady, as if she were making an appointment with her stock market broker.

“He’s….” the voice stammered as if not sure what to say, “he’s here, but he can’t come to the phone.”

“Is he sick?” The male voice sounded relieved a bit.

“Yes,” it paused, “very.”

“You are his friend?”

“Yes.”

“Bring him to this address.” She gave the address and the man repeated it back perfectly.

“Are you….” He began to question why a woman was calling for his friend.

“I am the sister, I can help him.” The man seemed satisfied with the answer and they agreed to meet.


Mikel arrived at her high rise flat just as the clock struck ten. Sylena had already drank a glass of red wine and prepared her apartment with what was to be needed. Security took Mikel’s friend away just as she’d instructed. He would be told to go home.

The elevator’s chime signaled her to his approach. The pain of the ring in her skin subsiding. The mixture of chemicals already made. She waited.

The doors opened and Mikel stepped out. He stood there, and the doors finally closed behind him and the elevator lowered down its shaft. Sylena couldn’t help the vision she held so dear in her memory. Watching her brother and him together. Her brother had let her walk in on them, much to the embarrassment of Mikel, but it hadn’t mattered, he was just a slave. A plaything, something most Blondie’s had several of. Her brother knew how she loved looking upon Mikel. He was strong, fit, lean and muscled. His long dark hair went just to his shoulders, and his blue eyes were so sharp she thought they could slice through any heart. And when her brother touched him, he shivered and melted so totally. She wanted to touch him too, how beautiful he seemed, yet it was not allowed. Mikel did not like women, and he belonged to her brother completely.

“You look like shit.” She said coldly. In fact he did. His hair had been messed on the trip over and sweat covered his forehead lightly. She could tell his friend had tried to clean him up some. His slacks were fastened with no belt, making her think he hadn’t put them on himself, and his temperature was so high that his white long sleeved shirt was open, showing his chest, so that he may feel cooler. His eyes focused on her.

“Sylena.” He said, but she turned her back to him and walked into the living room. She could smell the cigarette smoke on him. The one item which helped curve the addiction to the chemical in the rings. She, of course, would not suffer from it, her Blondie blood was much too thick, but for his, he was purely a normal human, even for one of such exceptional beauty, he could not be spared from it. He walked in a few steps.

“You have something to help me? That’s what Jon said.”

“Daniel gave me the box, Mikel.” She held one hand over the other so he wouldn’t see the ring yet.

“Did it,” he paused trying to make sense of it all, “did it come with some injections?”

“No.” she turned towards him and walked closer. His mind was racing and he leaned against the wall beside one of her expensive paintings.

“God, then what help do you think that will do for me?” He held his head with one hand, the sweat glissening off his body like a body builder’s baby oil.

“You are a slave, do not ever forget that. You may not speak to me in such a manor.” She clicked her tongue. He fell to his knees dizzily, she could tell how bad off he was now. He was used to great amounts of the drug, and now he had to do with none. Stone turkey. The thing about the drug is that while the Blondies developed it to have several effects, they also made the addiction unbreakable. If he did not learn to live with the reactions of not having it, then he would die.

“I’m sorry.” He whispered. He’d always been polite, his desperation was showing. Now she knew why her brother had waited so long in the delay of the delivery of the box. The fire in her eyes burned for him as she watched him bent over in such a frail condition. She wanted him more than ever, and she would have him!

Sylena walked to the katana stand beside the wall and pulled the medium length from its sheath, the blade shimmering.

“Stand.” He coughed and looked towards her, trying to catch his trembling breath. The glint from the sword caught his eye and he staggered to his feet, pressing his back to the wall, trying to keep balance.

“Sylena, please…” he held up his hands as if pleading with her to spare his life. How many nights he feared after her brother’s death that he would be disposed of, she could not guess, but to die to her own hand. A sign of personal vengeance? He could not guess. The sword flashed in the lights and he raised his hands up in front of his face, turning his head to the side. She sliced so silently down his legs and across his crotch he hadn’t known his clothing had been cut until gravity caused it to separate and begin falling to the floor. He gasped, checking to see if he was bleeding. Her cuts were perfect and had not nicked his tender white flesh. She caught his arms away for a moment and moved the blade to his neck. He swallowed hard, his cool blue eyes looking into her green eyes. He knew the look, but he didn’t want to believe it. The look of hunger in her eyes.

With her spare hand she moved his shirt to the side and moved closer, her lips brushing across his pink nipple. He gasped but was too afraid to move. Her tongue lapped at it, circling the pink areola. His body was rigged, but his breath trembled. His mind was a blur, none of it made sense to him, no thoughts could explain anything. All he could focus on, was the present, and what she was doing to flesh that only men had touched. She raised her head and looked at him, she sucked the last of the salty sweat taste from her tongue. He looked back at her. Too defeated to resist much.

“Please don’t do this…” he pleaded. He raised his hand and she grabbed his wrist. His muscle struggled against her iron grip. He would not give in to her. It wasn’t right, it wasn’t for him, and it wasn’t what was meant to happen. Her Blondie strength, despite the fact that she was female, won out and she pinned his wrist hardly against the wall. She tucked the sword’s handle under the belt of her skirt and raised her hand to his vision. The small ring sparkled in the light of the room, his eyes grew bigger. He knew what it was, and that it was depended into her skin with the little fangs that mixed her blood with the drug that already coursed through his veins.

“There was only one transfer capsule.” She smiled, letting him know who held the drug he so desperately needed now. The owner’s blood mixed with the drug to make each drug original. A new owner wouldn’t do, for they needed the same blood. Only with a transfer capsule could the blood of a new owner be mixed with that of the old to change the drug and allow the new owner to supply the slave. She had used it. “Don’t move.” He flexed his muscles but not to move against her. He stiffened. She had the ring, she had the drug, but why her? What had his master done?

She moved to lick his other nipple and moved her free hand down to his crotch, freeing his ***** from the fabric, knowing how it was tingling even now, being so close to the ring. Sometimes slaves could feel it just by being in the same room as their masters. His ***** grew harder despite his whispers of ‘no no’. He wanted with all his being to push her away, yet he needed the drug. Once he got it, he would figure out what to do after that. She pulled the material of what was left of his clothes, revealing the simple ***** ring wrapped tightly around the base of his *****. The ring’s material matching that of the ring, the same fangs pressed inward from it as did the ring on her finger. His ***** pulsed, and he took deep breaths as she licked his nipple faster, and wrapped her hand around his ***** moving up and down the soft skin, teasing it…bringing the ring on her finger closer and closer to the ***** ring. He shook his head slowly, not able to speak, and that’s when she looked up at him and stroked down on his ***** hard. The ring connected with the ***** ring and he shouted out as he stiffened and his eyes opened wide at the ceiling. He came hard and his ***** spilled over her hand in little shoots of whiteness. The drug worked instantly and he twitched and spasmed in the ending waves of the orgasm.

Sylena let him fall to all four’s as he panted and gasped for air. His strength was gone, but the sweat was already beginning to dry. He’d had the fix he needed.

She leaned down and grabbed a handful of his long hair, pulling up his face.

“I own you now, and there’s nothing you can do about it.”

Comments:
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crimson 
wow, QueenVamp M'am.. INTENSE!!! i found myself leaning forward, sitting on the edge of my chair, reading it... forcing gulps of air down... wow..

The words flow beautifully, and the descriptions are perfectly done... i can "see" everything...

Well done, well done.. now.. more more more!!!! please please please!!!
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Kira 
very intense QueenVamp, had me hooked from the first paragraph......pray do continue this one soon ....or sooner! 
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Mikel had passed out on the floor. She was sure he had heard what she said. With his body being dead weight he was a bit hard to move, but Sylena was able to loop her arms under his and drag him to her bedroom where she laid him on the bed and let him rest. He’d need more drug injections, she could already feel the tiny fangs of the ring sucking drops of blood from her veins and mixing the chemicals. After three uses the ring would need refilled, but she had some spare that she had found under the velvet of the box as well.

Sylena sat down at her private desk in her study and slipped the memory disk into her computer. She slid the panel under the desk and the lights lowered as the programs accessed. The video screen flipped on and the video segments began. The first began with Mikel tied, nude, to a dungeon wall. Her brother appeared and began pouring hot red wax over Mikel’s body, letting it pour down his skin to the black tile floor. Mikel tensed and she made out the sound of his hissing between his teeth as he jerked his head in pain as Daniel poured the full contents of the wax glass over his shoulders, letting it spill down both sides. The sound of him made Sylena shiver in pleasure and she thought of torturing him so fully, yet she decided against it. She had her pain sluts that she so adored and used. He already fought against her, what she needed was to make him want her as much as she wanted him. The drug would help, but it would take more. Daniel attached nipple clamps to Mikel’s waxed nipples and turned him around, shoving his ***** into Mikel’s upturned ass, grabbing his hips and deepening fully.

Sylena felt slightly embarrassed by seeing her brother have sex with someone, but the movements of Mikel were so rhythmic, so alluring, that all she could think of was being in her brother’s shoes, shoving a hard ***** up to the wanting Mikel.

Sylena could almost see it. Her brother had a larger frame, but his hair was as long as her’s, and he wore it nearly the same way, straight and against his back. Closing her eyes she could see his form become her’s as she grabbed Mikel’s hips and plunged into him. She grabbed the chain between his nipples and gave it a yank, making him gasp loudly. Loving how he moved against her rhythm, ***** himself on her large false *****.

She switched off the video, putting the disk back into its holder, and picked up her phone. She knew the number by heart, and after the number she typed in her security code which allowed the number to be fully dialed.

“I’d like to make a order for tomorrow night.”


Morning came, and Sylena opened her eyes, Mikel’s features being the first to greet her morning sight. His deep calm rhythmic breathing seemed a crime to interrupt as she watched him sleep. How she wanted to trace her fingertip down the strong lines of his jaw, his neck, and his rising and falling chest. She had slept in her clothing. It didn’t seem a good idea to undress and have him wake to her nude and vulnerable form. She chuckled at the idea. It was highly doubtful she would have been molested if he had. She slipped out of the room to shower and dress in some fresh clothing. Although she wished she could stay, her businesses needed her, and she would have to leave her new plaything until evening. He turned his head in his sleep and she watched him, how his hair crossed his cheek down to his steady moving chest. It was painful not to touch that silken hair between her fingertips, or to feel his rough morning growth of hair on his face.


Arriving to her office seemed just another day, business as usual, and it was a welcome distraction to what occupied her mind. When her phone rang she thought nothing of who might be on the other end as she pushed the receiver button, turning on the desk speaker.

“The door won’t open.” Mikel’s voice said bluntly. Sylena paused, her thoughts had been completely absorbed in her business and it took a moment to remember how she had left him and what arrangements she had made.

“It opens with the key.”

“Where’s the key?”

“I have it.” She said simply, he paused.

“The phone won’t dial, just this speed dial to your office.”

“It takes a security code to dial out.” He paused again and she tapped her bare long fingernails on the black polished marble of her desktop. “I’ll be home this evening. Take a shower, and clean yourself up. Make some dinner,” she paused wondering if he knew how to cook, “if you know how. I’ll be back then, and we can talk.”

“Ok.” He answered quietly and the connection clicked off.

Her assistant knocked on her office door.

“Come in.” she went back to her paperwork as the young thin oriental man walked in with several folders for her to look over. She nodded and pointed to a place on the desk. “I want you to call Zodak and put in a order for me.” He had turned to go but stopped and turned back, his expression surprised. He quickly gained composure; after all he was the assistant to a multi million-credit business owner.

“Miss?” Sylena put down her pen from the form she was proof reading.

“I need,” she paused calculating, “five ounces of their purest.”

“I don’t believe we have a account with them, Miss, and I’m not sure they will take a order from me. With all due respect Miss, I am not a Blondie.” She frowned, but knew he was right. The company that sold the drug for the ring on her finger only sold to Blondies and were very select in their customers. Her brother had been one, and she was sure with a reference to him she could be accepted as a client. She had never used the drug before, and hadn’t wanted to. Now she needed it, in great supply.

“Get them on the phone and I’ll take care of the order,” she looked at him as he nodded and started for the door again, “and arrange it so you can set my orders. I do not want to have to be troubled with little things again.” He glanced back and nodded.


Sylena stared out of her car window as her driver drove her home from the office. Sometimes she liked driving herself, but to and from her office she enjoyed the quiet to herself. Often on the way she would watch the people. The many businessmen coming home from their offices to their families, the shop keepers yelling out from the fronts of the stores concerning their current sale items. Once she had even found a plaything this way, by watching. It had been a runaway, and down on her luck. Who could blame her for getting into the limo when it stopped? It had seemed so simple then, and so long ago. The girl had ended up becoming a favorite to a friend, and Sylena had given her to him as a birthday present.

The car stopped in front of Sylena’s apartment building. She stepped from the car and walked inside, her heels clicked on the marble tiles. The building decorated for the rich and pampered, complete with a private spa and gym. The elevator opened for her and she pressed her floor’s button, turning a key in the security lock. The doors closed and the compartment rose quickly. She lived in the higher floors of the building, enjoying the scenery of looking over the city from above. The doors opened to her apartment and she heard a groan come from the kitchen. She set her leather briefcase on a table and walked to investigate.

“Mikel?” She stepped up the stairs to the dining area and looked into the kitchen. Mikel was sitting on the floor, his back pressed against one of the cupboards. He held his blood soaked wrist. He glanced up at her and turned his face away shamefully. It only took a second for her to figure out what had happened. The dinner laid out half prepared on the countertops, and the large cutting knife lay with a smear of blood across its blade next to the sink. He’d tried to kill himself. The knife in his hands inspiring him. He’d join Daniel, his lover and master. Sylena shook her head and went to her medical kit in the cupboard, pulling some plastec patches from the box, pulling the plastic around them apart swiftly. “Of all the dumb things.” She muttered, sure he could hear her. “Get up!”

He stood up and she flipped on the water to the sink, pulling his wrists under the flowing water to clean the area and then drying them with a cloth. She quickly removed the cloth and sealed the plastec patches over the wounds. He’d barely cut the other wrist, but she wanted no scars left. She took the bandage tape from the medical box and wrapped it around each wrist securing the patches. She glanced over the floor, he hadn’t bled that much. He must have just done it. The blood was mostly in the sleeves of his clean shirt. The shirt she recognized as one she bought in preparation for his visit. Now it was ruined.

“Go clean up. I’ll finish dinner.” She was pissed, and he didn’t argue but walked to the bathroom to clean up.

When he emerged again he had been able to put on fresh clothing. He’d taken a shower earlier and shaved, more out of habit than necessity. He combed through his hair again, moving it behind his head and letting it fall down his back.

Sylena smiled as she looked over him as he stepped out, the long sleeves of his shirt almost hiding the flesh colored patches on his wrists. She set out the food on the table and motioned him to a chair across from her.

“Daniel would not be pleased with you.” She remarked as she sliced her fork through a piece of tender meat and ate it. He said nothing, but picked up his silverware to eat. “Have nothing to say for yourself?”

“There’s nothing to say Sylena.” He sounded cold, unfeeling. He was depressed, in mourning, and she knew she shouldn’t have left him alone. In a way, it was her fault he had tried something so desperate. The sound of the coldness in the way he said her name stiffened her.

“I have someone coming in less than a hour now.” She glanced at her watch as she said it. “I expect you to behave yourself.” He glanced up at her, but her eyes didn’t move from his. He looked back at his plate again. He ate little, but pushed it around with his fork mostly. What was going through his mind she could only guess at.

Just as Sylena finished her meal the door signal rang.

“Take care of the dishes, I’ll let our guest in.” she said rising from the table and going to the elevator doors, turning her key in the lock and allowing the elevator to rise to her level. The doors opened with a chime and a woman stepped out.

“Good evening Sylena, Ma’am.” The woman’s nude colored lips smiled beautifully, her red hair curling down the shoulders of her simple black dress. Her dark evergreen eyes accented by even greener eye shadow. Sylena smiled and took the woman’s hand and lead her to the living room where they spoke together. Mikel came in from the kitchen.

“Some wine please, Mikel.” Sylena said, only glancing at him, firmly focused on the woman beside her as they giggled and talked. Mikel brought in a bottle of red wine, all that he could find, and two glasses. “Three glasses please.” She corrected him. The woman just smiled at him. He glanced over them and retrieved a third glass from the kitchen and poured wine into all three. “Mikel this is Cindy, she’s a” she glanced to Cindy and gave her a wink, “friend of mine.” Cindy giggled. Mikel sat down on a separate couch and watched them.

“He is quite cute.” Cindy leaned over and said to Sylena. Sylena smiled at Mikel and nodded.

“Cindy, you see, isn’t a normal woman.” Sylena looked over Cindy, who blushed at the comment. “And of course,” she turned to Mikel, “he likes dick.” He coughed almost spilling his wine.

“Oh really?” Cindy purred.

“Do show him why I had you come over.” Sylena motioned to Cindy, who nodded and stood up, walking over in front of Mikel. She lifted her dress to show her thong panties with the thicker padded front. She pulled down the padding and exposed her *****, thickening with the second in her excitement.

Mikel seemed speechless, and Cindy took the initiative. She took his wine glass from his hand and set it on the coffee table.

“Do you suck good?” she purred and pushed her ***** closer to his face. He moved instinctively, taking the ***** deep into his mouth. She moaned softly and moved her fingers through his hair, guiding his movements. He moved his hands up to her hips but on feeling the fabric of her dress he withdrew. She held firmly to his hair and wouldn’t let him withdraw from her hardening *****. Sylena watched, her ***** beginning to pulse in the excitement. She removed her business jacket and laid it across the couch back. She curled her legs under her as she relaxed. Mikel sucked harder, and Cindy was getting close to cumming. Cindy knew her job though. If she wanted paid she’d make it good. Cindy moaned and pulled her hard ***** from his mouth, letting it bob in the air. “Stand up.” She purred helping him to his feet and she sunk to her knees undoing his trousers and freeing his own hard *****. She instantly took it into her mouth. Mikel’s eyes closed in pleasure as she sucked him giving little slurping noises now and then. She stopped after a few minutes. “I bet I know what you really want.” She looked up at him. “You want fucked.” She said plainly. He moaned. She pulled him onto the couch, her back to the couch cushions. He lay down next to her, his ass tilting towards her ***** as he faced Sylena. His eyes darted to her, but his dick dripped with precum, his sexual hunger controlled his brain and movements. He moaned loudly as Cindy slid her dick deep into his ass. He gave a little squirm and she began to ***** him, grabbing his hips and rocking his body with her movements.

Sylena rubbed her wet ***** through her skirt. Her ***** was pounding. Mikel’s eyes rolled back in pleasure, oblivious to everything around him but the ***** pounding his male g-spot, sending shivers of pleasure through him. The slap of skin between Cindy’s nicely shaved balls and his ass was all that broke the soft moans and hard breaths between them. Cindy was getting close. She was a hard worker, and deserved a tip. Sylena moved from the couch and stared at Mikel’s bobbing *****, which fucked the air with each movement Cindy made into him. The skin of it soaked with his precum and stained with Cindy’s nude colored lipstick. Sylena knelt next to him and wrapped her fingers around it, bending down and wrapping her lips around the head, sucking it between her lips. He let out a louder groan, as if protesting. Cindy’s moaning grew louder and Sylena tightened her grip on Mikel’s *****, sucking harder. When Cindy finally spasmed against him in her orgasm, shooting her ***** deep into Mikel’s bowels Sylena pressed her ring against Mikel’s ***** ring, the drug entering his blood. He came hard, shooting his white honey into her mouth.

“Please, let me have it.” Cindy whimpered as Sylena stood. Sylena leaned over Mikel and let Cindy suck his ***** from her tongue, their French kiss just in front of Mikel’s eyes. He groaned. Sylena knew what he had seen. Two women kissing, sharing his ***** between them.

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Lobo 
I think the real drug is slave owning, great story. 
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wolfiee 
holy guacamole...but this was a surprise to read...a wholly engrossing and original story...not to mention a bit on the intense side....

i think i need to find me a ring like that of my own.....hmmmmmmm
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Sylena had let him go to bed first. Did he even know it was her bed? Where did he think she slept? The couch maybe. She had slipped into bed after him and was awake before he woke up. She was talking on her portable phone as she dressed.

“Yes, that’s right. I want everything out.” She nodded and paused listening to the man on the other end, “I’ll pay extra if you can come in a hour.” She sat down on the edge of the bed looking over Mikkel’s sleeping form. He stirred slightly at the noise. “Yes, alright. The security will let you in.” His long hair was tucked under his arm, his bare chest showing, the blanket wrapped around his waist. She listened to the company’s normal ‘thank you for calling us, we guarantee our service…blah blah blah.’ She made an affirmation noise and clicked the button turning the phone off. Torture to not touch him, but he was her’s wasn’t he? She moved her hand under the blanket and ran her finger tips up his scrotum, one running along the surface of the metallic ***** ring, kept warm by his own blood that pulsed through it. She pulled back the blanket slowly as to not wake him and ran her fingers up his shaft. How long she’d wanted to have him. He’d get used to her. He had to. She wouldn’t leave him a choice. He was hard already, something normal for mornings. She was amazed how soft it felt while pumped hard with blood. She wrapped her fingers around the base and touched her ring to his ***** ring. She could feel the slight tingle of vibration set in motion by the mechanics, and he snapped his eyes open, thrusting his hips up against her hand. He hadn’t *****, but gasped for breath. She looked at his face, so beautiful while twisted in torment. His hands clenched at the sheets under him.

“Please.” He stuttered with uneven breathes. She smiled at this and ran her hand up and down his *****, sweezing it, feeling his tension. He’d need another injection to *****. She purred. Maybe she could even get him addicted to mornings if she kept it up. He twisted his hands and thrust his hips uncontrollably. He was actually trembling. “Please…please…please…” he begged, closing his eyes and slowly shaking his head back and forth.

She held his organ tightly in her ringless hand and touched her ring to his ***** ring again. He leaned up with a shuttering gasp and she felt his ***** pulse as he came, shooting his ***** over his own chest. He fell back onto his pillow, still gasping and trying to catch his breath.

“Delightful.” She purred. She went to the bathroom and brought back a warm wet cloth. She wiped the few drops of him that had dripped on her hand, and then she handed him the cloth.

“You’ve got to stop doing this to me.” He said softly, taking the cloth.

“Why do you say that? You’re mine now.”

“You should sell me.” She laughed at this.

“I want you Mikkel. There’s no way I will let anyone else have you.” She smiled. “Anyway, you were already begging me this morning.” He looked across the room at nothing. She walked towards the door; she’d have to leave for work. “I have some people coming over in about a hour. Do behave. I don’t want any bad reports.” With that she left.

He had put her in a good mood and her thoughts contained the vision of him begging over and over the entire day. No wonder her brother had enjoyed torturing him. He was so beautiful when he suffered, and even more so when he begged.

Her assistant knocked softly on her door and opened it.

“Miss, there’s a problem.” She glanced up from her computer.

“Problem?”

“I just received a phone call from the security at your apartment building.” She rose to her feet. “There’s been a disturbance.” He opened the door more to let her pass as he continued to speak. “They can’t give me any details but request a pet handler.” He raised his eyebrows at the words ‘pet handler’. Pet handlers were a lower class of Blondie who weren’t as well bred as the elite but served better than average people. Pet handlers specialized in the temperament training of pets of the human variety.

“Call them, and have them meet me there.”

“Yes Miss.” He said as she walked past his desk to the elevator.

The handlers, three in fact, showed up at the same time Sylena pulled up to the curb in one of the company cars. She hadn’t even signed for the car and asked for the keys but snatched a rather shocked employee out of it and gotten in. The head of security met her at the front door of the building.

“Was everything removed?” she asked, he walked beside her with the three handlers just behind her.

“Yes Ma’am. Just as you ordered this morning. Every knife, sword, sharp object we could find.” She nodded as they reached the elevator and filed in. He turned his own key in the panel and pushed for her suite floor.

“So what happened?”

“The last worker, he was leaving and said the…er…” he looked at the handlers, “the pet went into some kind of fit. The worker said he got the elevator doors to close just in time. Said he was actually pounding on the doors trying to come after him.” Sylena sighed. “Really Ma’am, no disrespect but we can’t really have unstable pets disturbing our workers.” The last of the floors chimed by.

“No, of course you can’t.” she said and the elevator doors opened. She stepped out in front of them walking into her living room. The handlers followed just behind her, she motioning them to stay back. The security manager waited in the elevator, not wanting to go in.

Sylena looked around. Nothing had been disturbed. She walked to the kitchen and as soon as she came to the entrance she could see them. Silver spoons littered the floor. Large ones, small ones, every spoon she had were poured out on the floor. He was sitting there, in the corner of the kitchen, surrounded by spoons. He looked up at her and smiled broadly. She stepped inside and one of her feet kicked a spoon forward a few feet. The clanging sound made him giggle. One giggle after another, until he laughed, and grew louder.

“What are you doing Mikkel?” she whispered. Two of the handlers walked in, crouching next to him on each side. Mikkel picked up a large spoon in each hand and laughed louder, shoving the tips against the skin of his arms until the handlers had to grab his arms. He struggled with them.

“He’s gone insane.” Said the handler beside her. “Was he suicidal?”

“His master died.” She said, still staring at Mikkel who gurgled and flexed trying to break the grip of the handlers. One slapped him.

“No!” she growled. “Don’t hurt him.” The two handlers glanced at each other but looked back to her and nodded.

“That explains it then. Shall we dispose of him?” the handler asked, taking a small electronic order clip from his back pocket, touching the pen to the sensor to activate it.

“No.” she signed. “I want him to have the best care available. Doctors, a room, everything.” She looked at the handler. “The best care.” He nodded, made some marks on his screen, and then motioned to the other handlers who helped Mikkel to his feet, despite his struggling and they went to the elevator. “Don’t hurt him.”

“Don’t worry Ma’am, we’ll take care of him.” The handler said as the doors closed.

A week passed and Sylena had visited the hospital every day after work to give Mikkel his daily injection. She could have easily passed the ring to someone else, but somehow she felt this was her responsibility. He didn’t even know she was there. He had the same blank yet wild expression as before, and sometimes he mumbled the word ‘spoon’ and began giggling again. Yes, that’s all she had left him to kill himself with. Spoons.

“Miss, I’ve got a call from the hospital.” Her assistant used the intercom this time. She didn’t need to respond. “They say the arrangements you arranged are set up now.”

“Thank you.” She said and heard the intercom click off. She slipped in the disk from her brother into her computer, letting the images of him and Mikkel run in the corner. She entered a code and a separate window opened beside it, showing the view of Mikkel’s cell. They had called to let her know the wiring had been finalized and she could observe his cell from any computer terminal she wished. The cell was white and padded on all walls and the floor, which was stained beyond chance of cleaning. She knew, for she had ordered them to clean it repeatedly in front of her without a single stain coming up. He paced in his cell, a white straightjacket holding his arms crisscrossed against him. The light from the white smoked window and the slit in the door being all that kept him company. He paced circles, nodding, mumbling. She looked to the video, him gasping in pleasure at her brother’s touch. She kissed her index finger softly and touched the screen where he paced in circles.

He was more than just her’s now. He was her responsibility.

Comments:
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Katt
I know I started this a year ago. About time I finished it too! :P

Feedback needed. Also I don't like the last paragraph but I can't think of anything to replace it. Any ideas, suggestions? Thx. 
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Lobo 
Who is the slave and who is the owner? 
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Katt
Heh, that's part of the point of the end I guess. At first I was going to just kill him off, but then I decided this would end up better. Something like, what you really want you may not ever have, kind of twist.

Still not happy with the end line. Got to be something better than that. 
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