The Hard Way

Book 2: Uninvited Company

by John Rookwood

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Chapter 1

 

It had been five months since I had kidnapped Rani from outside the hospital where she had worked as a nurse and begun molding her into my perfect slavegirl.

It had taken me ten days of using fear, torture, sexual abuse and subliminals designed to fan her sense of helplessness to break down her resistance, but in the end she surrendered her virginity to me willingly. That act had demolished the last remnants of her free will and sense of self. Since then she had been my creature, body and soul.

Over the course of the following months, she had worked hard to become the slave I wanted her to be. She followed my exercise routine, learned to cook foods I liked, and performed every sex act I could conceive of with eagerness and gusto. I set her routine, and she followed it without question or complaint.

At first she had spent her nights in the cell in the basement of my mountain cabin, but after she cracked, she often slept beside me in my bed. These days the petite Indian beauty would awake each morning and bring me to consciousness with a slow and sensual blowjob, and let me tell you, that's the best way to be roused from a good night's sleep. Once I was aware and had blown a load in her mouth, she finished the morning ritual by licking me clean. That was a rule for her. She always cleaned my cock with her mouth after sex, regardless of how I had used her.

Sometimes I'd eat her out in return if I was feeling generous, allowing her to orgasm as I lapped up the sweet juices from her dark nether lips while I teased her clitoris to a climax. Regardless of whether she got off, I'd send her to bring me my laptop before she scampered off to the kitchen to prepare breakfast. She would then serve me breakfast in bed and kneel beside me, waiting for me to finish. Occasionally I would toss bits of food to her, which she was required to catch in her mouth. Failure meant she would have to be punished with a small jolt from the shiny aluminum shock collar she wore to mark her as my property.

She had gotten quite good at intercepting flying bits of bacon or toast and only rarely failed a catch now. Whatever was left on my plate, she could finish when she returned to the kitchen to wash the dishes. She was allowed to supplement her morning scraps with a cereal bar or a meal shake to keep her fit and healthy.

While she was occupied with cooking my breakfast and again while she cleaned up the dishes I would surf the net, check my stocks, read the news and visit assorted sites I found amusing. Thanks to the inheritance and the settlement over my parents' deaths, I had enough money to live on comfortably for a very long time. The investments were intended to make certain I died of old age before I ran out of money. I had a simple rule when it came to investing. Fifty percent of my money was in mutual funds that grew steadily by investing in stable stocks, ten percent was in my day trader account and the rest was kept in savings. If I got a hot tip or had good reason to buy a stock, I'd do so with the trading account. This way I could benefit from a trend without risking everything. If the trading account did well, I'd sell some of the stock and split the proceeds between the savings and mutual funds.

It had worked well for me so far, and even after expenses I had a bit more cash on hand in my bank account right now than when I had snatched Rani. That was pretty good since I had spent quite a bit on costumes and devices for my little Indian slavegirl.

I'd usually make a few small transactions while she cleaned the dishes, and when they were drying on the rack, she would return and kneel beside my bed again, usually saying something like "Your slave awaits your command, master."

She still had her accent when she pronounced the word "master" that made it come out sounding like "moss-tear". I loved the way it sounded and had told her not to lose her accent, or else...

Per the routine, after I was done with my morning trades, I would close my laptop and nod at her. At that simple gesture she would rise from the floor, return the laptop to its place on my dresser and retrieve my robe from its hook by the closet. Once she had helped me into my robe, she would follow me to the bathroom and remove it again after she had started the shower and adjusted to water to that perfect temperature.

It wasn't really necessary for her to dress and undress me, but it was fun for me and it gave her something to do, and serving me was what her life revolved around now.

Rani would follow me into the shower, still being nude at this point in our day, and she would bathe me thoroughly and wash my hair.

I had needed to buy a shower stool for her to stand on for that little chore, since she only stood four foot-nine and could barely reach the top of my head without it.

Once my shower was over, she would pat me dry and help me back into my robe before returning to the shower to clean herself and shave all her bits while I brushed my teeth and hair and had my morning shave. I supposed I could have made Rani shave me and tend to my hair, but I wasn't quite that lazy yet.

While she finished cleaning herself, I would retire to the living room and catch the morning news or play video games. Once she was finished with her morning cleaning and self-maintenance, she would pad out to me, kneel at my feet and declare, "Your slave is clean and ready for your commands, master" or something similar. She knew I got off on hearing her say stuff like that.

Now at this point there was an entire day to fill, so the typical routine was her doing the laundry and cleaning the house in one of the obscenely sexy French maid outfits I had purchased for her. The five-inch stiletto heels she wore these days made her totter around delightfully. It took her a couple of hours to do the cleaning properly since she was required to do everything to perfection while looking as sexy as possible. She would quietly chant her slave mantra to herself as she worked, and one of my rules was that she was required to always bend at the waist with her firm ass pointed at me whenever possible to show me she wasn't wearing panties.

Sometimes I felt randy seeing her work and would interrupt her cleaning to bend her over whatever piece of furniture was handy and avail myself to one of her holes.

Sure, it slowed her down, but she had learned to love it when I used her. Her entire life was dedicated to my happiness now. When the time came around each day, she moved on to preparing lunch for the both of us; hers was typically salad and a small sandwich, while mine was something more elaborate. Then she went back to her chores. When my home was clean, it was time for afternoon exercises for both of us. If it was bad weather we used the equipment in the basement with one of us on the treadmill and the other on the elliptical machine. The slave mantra would play on the sound system and Rani would chant along with it as the subliminals in the recording reinforced her obedience and encouraged her sex drive. I required that it be playing anytime she worked out and whenever she earned a night in the cell.

I had recorded a new disc after breaking her will, and now it was her own voice that reminded her of her role as my slave. I still wasn't sure how much of an effect the subliminals I wove into the recording really helped keep her in line, but I figured they couldn't hurt.

If the weather was pleasant we would go outside where I would do things like chop firewood to store for next winter, mow the grounds, or just jog around the property with her. Other than a pair of sneakers, Rani always ran naked even when it was cold. Her small breasts benefited her when it came to exercising in the buff.

 

The days were warming up at this point in the year even though the nights were still quite cold, and I usually kept busy with maintaining the grounds as she jogged on her own, the invisible fence keeping her within the open area around the house. I'd learned to be careful splitting logs while she exercised, since seeing her ass bouncing along tended to be dangerously distracting and I'd very nearly chopped my toes off on one occasion.

 

When we were done with the daily exercises, I'd have another quick shower with my slave attending me. A good shoulder rub under a hot spray is a wonderful feeling, and if I was feeling horny a simple command got me a relief. After that came what I called 'free time' for my pet. She was given a couple of hours with access to some cooking or home & garden type shows on the DVR or she could read from my small library of books, which consisted mostly of assorted Sci-Fi novels. There were also some classic fiction books on the shelves, and I had bought some of the "Gor" novels as well. I had insisted Rani read several of them as research on her life as my slave. The Kama Sutra had also been required reading early on, but now she had it memorized.

She seemed to enjoy the shows on cooking the most, and I was glad she did. When I had first kidnapped her, she had only a limited knowledge of how to cook western foods since she had learned her skills from her mother back in India. While her native dishes were tasty, they were also spicy and disagreed with my stomach if I had them too often. As a nurse she had been used to eating when she could and where she could and hadn't kept up her cooking skills. These days her knowledge of cuisine was far more diverse, and I had a standing rule that she could request anything she needed in the way of ingredients when I made my weekly trip into town for supplies and to collect any packages I had ordered.

When free time was over, she would cook supper for me and often service me under the table before eating her own meal. Finally in the evenings she would snuggle up to me on the couch as I watched TV or played a game until I decided to play with her body before taking her to bed with me where I'd fuck her to several orgasms.

I enjoyed using her body for my satisfaction, and I had gotten used to having sex in one form or another with her several times a day. She enjoyed the sex as much as I did and put effort into pleasing me in order to get fucked as a reward.

Most nights she would drift off to sleep after sex whispering her slave mantra to herself and I'd heard her chanting it in her sleep several times which seemed to indicate the disc was doing its job of brainwashing her.

Life was good. I had a beautiful young woman who was totally devoted to serving me and would do anything I instructed without hesitation. I had plenty of peace and quiet in the mountain cabin, which gave me all the time in the world to enjoy my sex slave.

I read once in a story that it was great to be a villain, after all you got to do whatever you wanted and apologized to no one until some hero appeared to stop you, and even then it was normally only the last ten minutes of your life that sucked.

I knew I was the villain here and frankly; I'm good with it. I'd worry about those last ten minutes later.