I
found a plush chair and moved it to sit before all the bond forms, so I could
look over my latest acquisitions while reading their files. Each of them had
been restrained and positioned to face the centre of the room.
First
No.36 aka Roxanne jones had her athletic body locked into a stockade with her
mid section supported by a connected padded bench her legs have been spread and
chained to metal rings at her feet next to her was her sister No.37 Jolene
jones she was laying atop a padded wooden bench with her head dangling off its
front her long hair draped over her face her arms and feet chained to the
benches legs.
For
a set of twins, Roxanne and Jolene, who were opposites, Roxanne's toned body
could tell you she was a star athlete specialising in running, swimming and
rock climbing. Roxanne had actually been expected to compete in the upcoming
Olympic Games in track and field before we picked her up, and she was heading
to practice alone.
While
her sister Jolene, in comparison, was a true girly girl, focusing her time on
fashion and makeup, she even has a highly successful fashion vlog, thanks to
her hourglass figure. Too bad for her, we raided her apartment in the early
morning. The Pack was employed to get blackmail on a client's strait-laced
brother, who was also their business partner. The client was unaware that we
knew that they and their brother were in contact with law enforcement. As
recompense, the pack decided to take his nieces and blacklisted their name.
Next to them were No.38 Camila Flores and No.39
Mia Flores, who were both chained to a wooden post, forced to stand with their
hand over their heads. When they were next to each other, they could almost be
mistaken for sisters. Apparently, Camila had opened a traditional Hispanic
bakery while her daughter, Mia Flores, was staying with her while going to the
college close by. Sadly, for both of them, two rival gangs had started a turf
war close by. One side learned of our existence from a client and hired us to
remove their rival's leadership. Camila and Mia were captured by the gang late
last night and offered up as payment.
No.
40 Kristina Keys was seated on a wooden horse, her hands tied behind her back
to a wooden board, with her legs chained to the floor. Her dark skin was a nice
contrast with the other girls around her. Kristina was an unlucky true-crime
podcaster who uncovered information about the creation of the Pack and the identities
of its founding members. As soon as they discovered this leak, we dispatched to
erase all existence of Kristina and her discovery.
And
No.41 Samantha Smith, the infamous P, I hired to investigate a missing person
case, where she actually was able to uncover my entire enterprise before she slipped
up and exposed herself. Luckily, we got to her before she went underground. Samantha
was confined in what looked like a large dog cage at my feet, her head and
hands locked outside its bars, and her legs tucked under her like a cat.
The
last possible addition to my collection with a No. 42 over her right breast was
Rebecca Jackson, an assistant to a CEO at a tech company. According to the
reports, she had owned the company just the month before, only to suddenly sign
control over to a rival and become their lapdog overnight.
"Interesting,"
I muttered as I looked over to her naked form chained to the St'Andre's cross to
my right.
Lastly,
our latest test subject, Jason Trent, was lying flat on the ground with his
arms and legs pulled tight by chains at his hands and feet. He had been a recruit
that in my time here had cost us $1,000,000 in clean-up fees and bribes because
of his fuck ups for this, he was now stripped naked and had the words
"fired" branded on his chest.
As
I finished with the last of the files, I could see each lady starting to shift
in their restraints as they began stirring from their drug-induced sleep
Once they were awake, I coughed to
get their attention, "Ladies, welcome to Hells Gate. One of the most reliable providers
of highly trained quality slaves this side of North America." Each lady tried
to let out gasps of shock and whimpers of fear, only for them to be muffled
thanks to sets of ball gags in each of their mouths.
Waiting a moment, I continued, "Ladies, don't
worry, you are lucky enough to have the opportunity to choose what will happen
to you. Well, aren't you lot lucky?" I grind at their growing
looks of horror, except for Rebecca, who was sporting a look of absolute
hatred.
"So,
this is how it will work: each of you will be given a set of options to choose
from, some bad and some good. You will all then get one full minute to decide
your fate. If you do not choose within that time, a choice will be made for
you. Got it?" I paused for a sec, listening to their muffled cries, "Good, now
all we're waiting for are my helpers." As I spoke, I could make out one of the
backroom doors opening, and five silhouettes stepped out "Ah, speak of the
devil, here they are now."
The
silhouettes resolved themselves into five beautiful women of all different
shapes and sizes. The only thing each one had in common was a tattoo somewhere
on their bodies in the shape of a pentagram with bat-like wings and a fire in
its centre. A smile bloomed upon my face when
I spotted my wife moving among their number.
"Ok, lady's moment of truth, here
are your choices."
"One
sadly is not available for two of your number so Samantha Smith and Kristina
Keys you can ignore this one, but for the rest of you option one is to be
processed as a standard acquisition were you will be enrolled in our standard
training program for new slaves and then you will be sold at auction to the
highest bidder after which I will have no further involvement with you or your
safety. Not great but not too bad in the grand scheme of things."
"Now,
option two, on the other hand, is a lot less pleasant but is available to all
who wish for it. You will be taken to a secondary location where a team of
highly trained interrogators will extract any and every piece of information
from you possible. What remains of you will be sent to 'the Abyss', a place
where we hide away all our little monsters, and you will never be seen again. I
personally would not recommend that route, 'The Abyss' isn't a friendly place,
infected it will be where this man will be going after he's given his choice."
I gave a light kick to Jason's prone form to emphasise who I meant. "But as I
said, it's up to you"
"Ok,
your last option for you girls is, in my somewhat biased opinion, your best
choice. If you choose this option, you become my personal property, upon which
you will receive specialised training that, amongst other things, can make it
so you never feel this weak again. I would highly recommend you consider this option.
You know what, I'm feeling generous, instead of the minute I usually give, I'll
give you till this man has made his choice, hahaha."
I
revealed in their muffled cries for a second before I signaled my wife to come
over and to bring the case in her hands with her. my wife Trixie was a pixie of
a woman that she is stood at a height 4"4 with bright blue hair put up in a ponytail
today she had on an unbuttoned white lab coat underneath I could see all she
was wearing underneath was a black G-string and a set of black X shaped pastes
over her nipples.
Trixie
glided over to me with the metal briefcase in hand, arriving by my side as I
crouched down by Jason's head "Sigh, Jason, you fucked up one too many times,
so you got to go. You already know where you're going; there's no getting out
of that, but you do get a choice of whether you go there as you are now, or we
can inject you with this and give you a fighting chance." I showed Jason a vile
of glowing liquid Trixie had just handed me.
"So
what do you say? Want a fighting chance?" I looked him dead in the eyes and
waited. After a second, Jason gave a reluctant nod, being unable to speak with
the leather gag in his mouth.
"Good.
Ok, ladies, time's up in a second. I will have my lovely assistant, Lexie,
remove your gags one by one. After she removes your gag, you will tell us your
choice. After Lexie takes out your gag, you decide, for some reason, that
screaming is a good idea, you will be re-gagged and lose your right to choose.
Understood?" I looked at each girl as I spoke, seeing scared nods of
understanding, until I met Rebecca's gaze, who was still staring at me with
hatred and a smirk. I nodded to a dark-skinned woman standing among the ladies
who walked in.
When Lexie left the small crowd of women, I
was better able to make out her stunning features. Her skin was midnight black,
which stood out even more against her almost metallic silver hair and crystal
blue eyes. Lexie was wearing what can only be described as dominatrix meets secretary
with a tight skirt that went to just below her knees, where it met a pair of
black high-heeled boots. Her blouse was practically see-through, so I could see
the black corset beneath it, which hugged and supported her athletic form. She
also wore a pair of elbow-length black latex gloves. Still, her most
eye-catching features were her long, elegant-looking, pointed ears, one of
which was pierced with a gold dog tag bearing the same brand that adorned her
skin.
The
first to have their gag removed was Roxanne; she had to swallow a mouthful of
drool before she was able to speak again. She slowly lifted her head to look me
in the eye before looking away again.
"Roxanne
Jones looks like you had a very prominent athletic career ahead of you. You
were even going to the Olympics. It is a real shame that your daddy and uncle made
the wrong choice. Let's hope you and your sister have better decision-making
skills. So, which choice will it be?"
Roxanne
froze at my words until she finally stuttered out, "h h how do you know that? I
haven't told anyone I was going to the Olympics yet, not even my parents."
"That's
easy, we can find lots of secret information, for example, your last boyfriend,
named Joshua Tucker, borrowed fifty thousand dollars from you a week before
disappearing from your life without warning only leaving behind a black booklet
with your detailed schedule and facts about her likes and dislikes as well as one
million dollars in debt put in your name."
"Seems
like a prick, do you want to know what happened to him? We tracked him down to
a villa in the south tropics, married to the young daughter of an elderly land
baron. It seems he talked her into poisoning her father for the inheritance."
"I'll
till you what as a spacial bonus if you choose to become mine, I will bring him
to you on her knees and let you decide what happens to him so what will it be,
stay a standard slave, go on a one-way trip to the abyss, or get your revenge
will also becoming more then you could have ever been?"
Her
mouth was frozen open in shock, but I could see the fire of malice smouldering behind
her eyes. A surpassingly soft but fiery voice spoke: "I'll become yours if you
can give me his balls on a silver platter… sir." The fire in her voice dimmed a
bit with that last word.
Nodding
looked over to Lexi immediately re-gaged Roxanne and moved over to her sister as
I spoke with a voice that reverberated weirdly in the large room, "Very well,
I'll bring him to you on your graduation day and let you do the honours
yourself if you want." After I finished speaking, I could fill another binding
form around my soul. I also watched as Roxanne writhed in pain as a brand
formed on her muscular thigh from nowhere.