One hundred and twenty-seven: Enslaved
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I was strapped to a gurney the entire trip, travelling in what looked like an ambulance. I had been drugged, but having had a lot of drugs lately, the effect was not as strong as it might once have been. It was, however, enough for me to be rendered paralysed by reason of the uncommon fatigue the drugs caused. I could hear. I could see, but ultimately do nothing.
The ambulance stopped somewhere out in the country, whereupon I was carried on someone's back into the foothills, into a series of tunnels. Whoever carried me changed hands several times. I was dragged through the dark, only able to see the occasional light flash by. We emerged from the labyrinth of tunnels into a wide cave, loaded into the back of another vehicle - an obviously Bosky one and driven far and deep into the mountains.
A nondescript clinic welcomed us and I was rolled through a corridor where a mask was placed over my nose and mouth, hissing with an unpleasant gas with bad taste. It knocked me out.
A hand brushed over my lower abdomen, stimulating a startling and arousing sensation, waking me up. I bolted upright into sitting with a gasp, hearing my own voice speak in a bright voice, "Master, how may I serve?"
Brown eyes looked into mine and I felt my eyes fill up, while my heart beat a wild rhythm that cried for me to escape. Run. Run as far and as fast as I could. I might owe him for my legs, but it didn't mean that I had grown fond of him in any way, shape or form. I thought he would have been dead by now.
"I'm in remission," he said. "Good thing too. My country is in need of me again. I thought they might never want me back again, having moved on with modern times and abolished slavery. Imagine my surprise when they told me they needed me for the very model I have been thinking about and working on improving? My Lady, it is so very good to see you and have served you in the way I have felt best from the very beginning. I didn't take away your intellect. No. That would be far too demeaning and wasteful of a wonderful resource. I only took away your control. You will learn to enjoy and be happy. I told you at the beginning, didn't I? You have the right sort of mentality for it. It suits you well to be submissive and do exactly what you are told. You will find it is far more pleasurable. I know I told you at the beginning that I couldn't do anything about what I had done in the beginning, but after all this time, I have had time to improve upon my designs. What a delight to finally be able to implement it in you."
His hand brushed over me and I heard an alluring sort of trilling noise emerge from the back of my throat. I wanted to grimace, but couldn't. It seems I was well and truly under their control. I wanted to flail and scream and throw myself off the mountain top. Yet all I could do was sit there with a pleasant expression on my face. Looking down, I wondered how much time had passed that my body had filled out once more and that I had some toned muscles. What had they put me through?
"I can turn you on and off with the flick of a finger," Dr Eisor said, flicking his finger. The lights went out and when I opened my eyes again to the rushing thrill that came when he strummed my lower belly, I sat upright once more.
"Master, how may I serve?"
God, may I slit my throat if I have the chance?
"Look down," Dr Eisor commanded and looking down, I saw a silver stripe where there had once been brown. "Now you understand?" he asked me. "I can give you back control of your body for short periods of time. Try and raise your arm."
I raised my arm, but kicked out with a leg. A motion of his finger, and I was back to the docile doll he had turned me into.
"Angry, are you?" he smiled and breathed over me. "Good. It serves you right, you selfish pig. After all Kiran has done for you and you wanted to turn your back on him? As if I'd let you. You chose him and accepted him, remember. This is all your decision. Don't go trying to spread the lies that you never had a say in anything. You led him on. You welcomed him. You married him and became his wife. You said that you owed him your life and he could do anything he wanted with and to you. You do remember what you said, don't you? We take our words very seriously here in Boskyland. You may be our first slave queen in centuries, but we really only need you to birth children. Nevermind the fact that your reproductive system hasn't been working too well. I have a plan for that. If it fails, we can always harvest your eggs. You should be with child by the end of the year, if not the end of the month. You will bear at least two or three children before you can have a break. As long as you have not reached the end of your child bearing years, you shall bring forth more children for Kiran. This is the role you have chosen. The role you shall now play, no matter how much you regret it. You shall serve your master. Yes. And you shall enjoy it."