Chapter 2

He opened the door to a smiling Sonia. The truth is, this was not the Sonia he remembered. “His” Sonia was a shy, demure blonde who worked as a paralegal in a small law firm, and she loved to wear slacks and button-down shirts. On the other hand, this Sonia donned a look reminiscent of a sultry schoolgirl porn star. A plaid microskirt that exposed the lower half of her thong, a tied-up white shirt, and 5-inch pumps, Sonia’s attire shouted “fuck me.” Or, in the case of this world, “snuff me.”

“Hi, honey!” she said. “I can’t wait to feel what you have prepared for me.” She pranced into the room, a strange mixture of youthful innocence and smutty demeanor.

“Hi...” he said, hesitant. “You look ... nice.” His eyes bulged, but he was too worried to succumb to her charms.

She looked at him, pained. “Oh. Just “nice” is not the way I wanted to go. I wanted “‘spectacular,’ ‘incredible,’ or ‘yummy’.”

“Oh,” he said. “You’re certainly spectacular; it’s only that I have a lot on my mind right now,” John apologized.

“You look so tense,” she purred. “Would you like a blowjob and snuff me?” she offered. “My dad always snuffs his wife when the stress is too much for him. He’s in his 20th wife right now; that government job of his is too demanding.” Sonia smiled.

John almost lost it, but he was able to control himself. Right now, he didn’t need a blowjob, which, by the appearance of “this” Sonia, promised a lot more than the timid, hesitant 5 seconds of licking “his” Sonia gave him the few times she deigned to grace his cock with her mouth, but answers. A lot of answers.

So, John sat on the couch and made a gesture with his hand, inviting her to sit down. But Sonia misunderstood his request; she went on her knees between his legs and started to unbuckle his belt. He almost stopped her, but then thought, “What the hell!” and just let her do her thing. After all, he could get both things—a BJ and answers.

“Oh, I almost forgot!” she said, trying to stand up. “I need to get the knives!”

“No,” ordered John. “There will be time for that later. Now just blow me.”

“Ok,” said Sonia, and she started to suck his cock with gusto.

For John, it was a wonderful experience. Sonia was truly an expert; the sensations hitting his senses almost made him forget all his worries. He decided just to lean back and enjoy it.

Very soon, his cum was flooding into Sonia’s mouth. He suddenly felt the need to hug and kiss her, so he stood up and lifted her from her kneeling position, his mouth covering hers and his arms pulling her body to him. However, her reaction wasn’t what he expected.

“Er ... John?” she asked. “Do you feel all right?” He looked at her face, which showed a mixture of surprise and bewilderment.

“Well, yes,” he answered. “Why do you ask?”

“I’m still alive,” she explained. “And you haven’t hit me, not even once.” Her eyes had started to mist. “Do you still love me? Is there another slut you’d prefer to snuff?” Her whole body was now trembling, fearing his response. His apparent hesitation to answer did nothing to reassure her. “Please, John,” the girl was now almost in hysterics. “Whatever any other girl can give you, I can give you better. Please, snuff me!”

John recovered his wits enough to remember some BDSM stories he had read—not that “his” Sonia would allow him to enact them, but perhaps...

“SHUT UP!” he shouted. Sonia stopped talking at once. “HOW DARE YOU DEMAND ME TO SNUFF YOU? THAT’S MY DECISION, AND MINE ONLY!” He was pleased to see Sonia’s breathing becoming calmer. He continued, hoping to give his words the stern tone he wanted: “You’re mine. You’re my slave. Only what I want is important, and right now I want you alive, at least for a while.”

“But...” started Sonia.

“No buts or ifs,” replied John. “You’ll show your love for me by obeying all and every one of my orders, understood?

She sighed and uttered a timid “yes.”

“Yes, what?” he challenged her.

“Yes, Master.” She answered with a steady voice.

“Ok. Now follow me; I have to ask you some questions.” He turned and walked to the bedroom. “And ditch the clothes; you have no right to wear clothes in my presence.” He heard her footsteps, accompanied by the sound of fabric falling on the floor, and smiled. Those BDSM stories were useful, after all.

He sat on the bed. Sonia stopped in front of him, nude, waiting for his next order.

“Now, slave, I am going to ask you some questions. You may find them strange or weird, but you will answer them fully and candidly. You will explain everything as if I were an alien from another planet, as if I had arrived here yesterday and were totally ignorant of our society. Got it?”

Sonia was confused but did not question him, just followed orders. “Yes, Master.”

He couldn’t stop admiring her body. He realized he could do anything he wanted with her, from caressing her to killing—excuse me, snuffing—her. He gestured for her to join him on the bed. She happily complied.

Now, he needed to ask her questions, but he wasn’t sure where to begin. He decided to start as if it were a normal interview.