become KA3, an obedient slave, subject to the will of his mistress.
“Thank you, thank you, thank you, mistress.” Jack was openly crying
now, thankful that he had been spared.
“RJ1 and KB2, go back to your mistresses. I will take this slave
with me.” Karen looked down at […]
Again, no one raised their hand.
“Mistresses, please please please let me live. I beg each and
every one of you to take pity on me.” Jack screamed.
“I ask again, who thinks that this man, Jack, should be allowed to
live?” Once again, no […]
to be Mistress Karen’s slave.
“Unfortunately, Jack, you have broken too many rules already.”
Karen began raising the pistol again, and pointed it straight at
Jack’s heart.
“Mistress Karen, please don’t kill me! Please, I beg of you!
Beat me, punish me for my offenses, […]
are saying.”
“Mistres Karen, I am not brave; I am the lowliest coward you have
ever seen. I do realize what I am saying. I don’t want to die. I
beg you to spare my miserable life.” Some of the other sorrority
girls in the room […]
For the first time in his life, Jack was afraid for his life. He
really didn’t want to die. Even though he had already made up his
mind to accept death as an alternative, he could not help the feelings
coursing through him. Death. That meant.. death. He couldn’t accept
[…]
the two, stepped in front of Karen and stopped Jack’s assault. A
quick blow to the stomach and elbow in the face had Jack on his knees.
Jack began to cry.
“I can see, Jack, that you have made up your mind to die. You are
no longer KA3, […]
and realized the truth of the situation.
The door was locked from the outside, not the inside. There was no
way out. He turned around and saw the entire sorrority looking down
at him. He was in some kind of auditorium, and sorrority girls were
all seated, except […]
They then took a right at another door, then a left, then Jack got
lost. Once, they had to hide themselves from a sorrority girl who was
walking through the hallways. Luckily, she didn’t see any of them.
They walked and walked, for what seemed like hours, but was probably
only about 5 […]
Karen casually spilled her drink on him, obviously purposefully. “Why
don’t you come up to my room with me? We can wash your clothes there.” she
had said, with a smile that promised much more. Jack was quick to point
out that he thoroughly agreed with this idea, and suggested that maybe […]
over it. “Don’t wear your shoes, they make too much noise.”
Jack now had a closer look at the other two men. They were also
dressed, similiarly to Jack. “Follow us, quietly. What’s your name?”
“I’m Jack,” Jack whispered. “What are yours’?”
[…]
released, he felt a sharp stinging course down that limb. “We have
learned too much, and they will kill us if they find out. We wanted
to rescue you, too, before they killed you.”
“Here, put on these clothes.. quickly now, we haven’t got much
time.” They handed Jack […]
real reason that Karen had beaten him so badly: to let him know that
she wasn’t joking, and to let him decide, knowing the truth of the
situation. Tommorrow, Jack would look at her in the eyes and say “OK,
you bitch, go ahead and kill me, then.” His mind made up, […]
would not retract his promise. To him, the most important part of him
was his honesty. If he said he would rather be Karen’s sex slave than
die, then he would. After the day’s treatment, however, he was not
sure which he wanted.
Would he subject his body to […]
Later that night, he peed on himself, too.
Jack, after having urinated all over himself, wasn’t able to fall
back to sleep. As he was laying on his stretcher, he pondered the
days events. “That bitch,” he thought, “treating me like this.” She
had looked […]
slaves who were inadequate.” At this, she rolled the stretcher down a long
hallway. There were several other women there, who looked at him and shied
away, as if he were a smelly dog, or a rodent. He felt less than human.
She finally rolled him through an airtight door and into […]