Chapter 5

Joe smiled over his collection of women, this subservient pair. He’d decided to rename Alexis to “Slut”. It seemed a natural fit, and she had taken to it quickly. Oh, she may have made a brilliant adversary, had he decided to fight against her like a supervillain. But a real supervillain doesn’t bother with the fight for glory. He just exploits a weakness and ends the fight before it has begun. And Slut was certainly a vanquished foe.

Now she was merely his plaything.

It was night, in a manner of sorts; he’d turned off the clocks and dimmed the lights choosing to rise when he felt the need. In that everlasing dimness he had somehow found a sense of comfort in the shadows. His sinister darkened form approached her helpless figure. She was ensconced in a dreamworld, headphones programing her mind—reinforcing her need to serve him. He pulled the cover off of her body and ran his hands over the softness of her skin, so warm to the touch, so healthy. Her nipples sprang to attention in the coolness of the air seeming to beg for his lips.

Yes, she was his toy, and a perfect one at that. Such an amazingly fit and toned body, but... (‘more’) A man like him needed more variety. Perhaps a more buxom beauty to go along with this slim blonde. Perhaps even a girl with a slight build without the strong muscles of this athletic slave. Yes, there were many more women that a man could want.

“Why not,” he said aloud to himself. She was oblivious now, perhaps, but perhaps he should use her. She could definitely be of use in recruiting more girls to serve him.

An idea solidifying in his mind. He was a vampire, in the spirit of Dracula himself. A man who would have his harem of slaves bound to him in the darkness of desire and obsession.

“I need more.”

Alexis slept for a long time unable to be fully roused. Not even when Joe and his slave-girl moved her to a bed, and put the headphones of bliss on her. Even when they awoke her to feed her, she wasn’t really awake.

Instead, she dreamed.

She dreamed of the life that she was built for, the life that she was born for. She dreamed of how joyous it was to get to experience a life of freedom—true freedom. Freedom from making decisions, freedom from having to work. The freedom that only came with complete servitude.

For three days and three nights, Alexis dreamt. The small voices that tried to fight against her programming were easy to ignore. Even when their words had the ring of truth to them, Alexis knew that it was just her mind trying to trick her. The life that she’d had before, that had come from the tricks, and Alexis had no intention of returning to it.

On the fourth day she awoke, feeling groggy and confused. The door opened, and Joe entered the room. A huge grin spread across Alexis’s face at the sight of him—when Joe around, life was easier. Everything was better when her Master was present, and Joe was her Master—that was clear to her now.

“Hello, my pet,” Master said, and Alexis felt giddy in response. She was his pet ... nothing had ever made her as happy as that simple greeting. “Can you tell me what you’ve learned?”

“Obedience is pleasure,” her mouth responded, before her brain had even processed the question. “This is where I belong. Obeying you. Obedience is pleasure.”

“Good girl,” Master said, and it was all Alexis could do not to swoon. “Now, why don’t you show me what else you’ve learned?”

Again, Alexis’s body was moving before she even had time to think. She stood up, bent over in front of Joe, and put her hands on the wall to support herself. She was dripping—of course she was dripping. A slave is always ready to serve, and how can one serve without being wet?

For the first time since she’d gone under, a thought appeared, and perhaps because it had no control over her, she didn’t stop it.

Oh god, no ... no. What am I doing? No no no ... fight this. Wake up! Oh god NO. Oh GOD!

Alexis wondered why the stray thought was so unhappy—she was being penetrated by her Master. What more could any slut want from life? Joe was penetrating her—he was enjoying the snugness of her cunt, the way she contracted her muscles just to please him, to milk his cock.