“Checkmate, bitch,” Talia said, bashing her forehead into Evan’s nose. Evan had no chance to react; the force of the impact knocking the headset clean off him onto the floor. He recoiled from the strike, hands over his face, while Talia rushed past him and put the headset on. I jolted my head up, shocked as Talia defied Evan.

“All units, sleep!” She commanded into the mic.

Talia had expected that the girl pinning on me would deactivate, but not; her command didn’t have any effect to other controlled women.

By now, Evan had gotten his bearings, the shock on his face replaced with murderous fury as blood poured from his broken nose.  

He sneered, “Do you think I’m that careless? The command protocol only works for specific users. You aren’t me, even if you had the headset on. If everybody managed to take control just by stealing the headphones, it would be a disastrous product. It was voice-sensitive. Maybe you expect that because I stole it from my father, there would be a security flaw. Well, indeed, you managed to shrug off my control, which is a flaw I don’t expect. But your hope ends now, bitch.”

Evan took a remote from his pocket and pointed it at Talia. Talia recognized something was wrong and tried to run away.

“Your mistake bitch. Never show your back to me,” Evan pressed a button on her remote, and Talia froze in her place as the light in her nape turned red.

 I could only watch as Evan walked toward Talia and removed the headphones from her. He put on the headphones again.

“I was planning to give you to some depraved degenerates. But I think I was still too kind for a bitch like you. How dare you hurt me, bitch?”

Evan continued, “Now turn around, let Nate hear who is your new master.”

“Sorry, Nate. Evan is now my Master. I apologize that I hurt you, Master.”

“Saying sorry is easy, but I don’t forgive you for what you did, Bitch. Get naked! After that, slap your face as hard as you can. You might also punch your own face for your stupidity. I want your face bruised. And while one of your hands is busy slapping your cheek, your other free hand should rub your cunt. You should fantasize about me fucking you and feel happy to hurt yourself for me.”

“Yes, Master.” Talia started to undress and did as Evan commanded.

It hurt my heart to see her start slapping herself. She did it without screaming in pain, but I knew Talia was in pain as she didn’t hold back any of her strength on her slaps.

“As for you, Nate. I’m hurt so much, you still try to cheat, and think you are the winner.”

“I’m not a cheater, you are the fucking cheater, Boltchek. You can only resort to this when you lose. You are a sore loser.”

“The winner is the one who can decide who is the loser. And you aren’t one, Nate. I am. You need to accept your fate.” Evan claimed himself as the winner without shame. “And thank you for these bitches, Nate. I didn’t expect you even get some nuns. They will make a good stripper. And those other girls, let’s see what I can do to them.”

“Fuck you!”

“Somebody gag him and put a blindfold on him! I did say I would put you in the wilderness.”

I didn’t know who put a black cloth over my head. Was it Abby, Denise, Dr. Mallory, Sandy, Mom, or other girls?

After they put me in a blindfold, there was someone who hit the back of my head and knocked me unconscious.

Maybe death was better. I didn’t know how long I was in the darkness. I was thinking I was dead. But out of nowhere, somebody saved me and brought me to the hospital afterward to be treated. I had been hospitalized for more than a week before getting discharged.

I just found out that the one who saved me was Evan’s father’s secretary, named Olga. Evan didn’t want me to die yet. 

Olga also gave me some news and updates. First, bad news. Mom was now married to Evan’s father. In name only. I recalled that Evan planned to give my mom as a slave to his father. I didn’t know what happened to the former Mrs. Boltchek as my mom took over her position.

It meant I was a stepbrother to Evan Boltchek now. Well, if my mom recognized me, but of course, she wouldn’t.

Olga brought me to Christophe Boltcheck’s office, Evan’s father. I could see where Evan got his look from. Christophe was like an older version of Evan with a more serious aura around him.

“You must be Nathan, I hear about you from my son, and also the girls. I could only pity what happened to you. Of course, I’m on my son’s side. So I will not undo what he did. I’m saving you not for nothing, my son was playful, and can be overboard, but I don’t want him to be a murderer. So I’m calling you here to make a deal, to buy your silence. Olga, give him that thing.”

Christophe’s blonde secretary then handed me a contract document. I read the content at a glance. There were several clauses like I wouldn’t go against Evan, I wouldn’t tell anyone about what Evan did, etc. And in exchange, Christophe would give me the property in my mom’s name back to me. The contract also made me a special member of Khess Klub with 1 hour of freedom. I didn’t know what it was, but the name gave me the chills.

“Are you not convinced? It has been generous of me to offer you such a decent contract.” Christophe then pressed a button on his intercom.

A moment later, my mom, or formerly my mom, walked into the room. She had changed more drastically than when I saw her before.  Her hair was now platinum blonde, teased big like in bouffant style old sitcoms. Her lips were fuller and coated with bright red lipstick. Her makeup was thicker, but I could see some patches of bruises under her eyes that she was trying to hide. I also spotted some new golden nose studs on her nose. Her big tits were let out bare, and her nipples were pierced with barbel piercings. There was a tattoo that read ‘CB’ on her upper left breast. I could guess what CB stood for: Christophe Boltchek or maybe Cum Bucket. Her waist was cinched strictly with a white bridal corset. 

  On her finger was a big diamond ring; there was no other ring on her finger. Until I look down. Christophe didn’t bother to give her a skirt, so I could see my mother’s bare pussy. Her clitoris was pierced with a familiar golden ring, my mom’s former wedding ring to my deceased father. Her pussy was dripping wet. She was still holding the scepter that Evan made her hold during our match. And the crystal on the scepter was visibly wet. It was easy to guess how it became wet.

Further down, her legs were clad with knee-length white socks and 6-inch platform heels.  She was still trying to move regally like she was royalty toward Christophe. When she walked toward the man, I could see how red her buttcheeks was, and there were a few whip marks on them. 

“So, darling, who is he? Why are you calling me here? Do I need to please you or the boy there?” My mom looked at me, but there was no hint of recognition in her eyes, she looked at me like I was a stranger.

“Nathan, meet Mrs. Ivanna Boltchek. Ivanna, this is Nathan Greene. You should have heard about him from Evan. He’s Evan’s guest of honor.”

It’s caught me off guard. He even changed my mom’s name to Ivanna. The name gave a bad taste in my tongue as it sounded similar to Evan.

A sneer appeared on my mom’s face. I remembered the trigger; it probably wiped out all the good feelings she had about me.

“I want you to turn around and let Nathan look at your nape,” Christophe commanded.

Ivanna walked closer toward me and turned around. There was no longer a device on her nape. How? How did he control her without the device?

“See, there’s no device anymore. Well, it’s more like you could no longer see it. Even if you tell others that we somehow control all these women, nobody would believe you.”

“Where is the device?” I asked him in puzzlement.

“My son did a good job testing the device, and I found some security flaws, so instead of just slapping them into someone’s neck, I made a more secure approach, implanting the chip inside their body to make things more permanent and secure. A risky operation, getting it inside was quite complex, but with all these subjects available, I ought to successfully do it. Well, there were some unfortunate ones, but let’s not talk about it. It’s now so secure that and nigh impossible to get it out with normal means. ”

The man eyed me triumphantly. “Are you still not convinced to sign the contract yet, Nathan? Ivanna, have you done your homework?” Christophe then suddenly addressed Ivanna.

“Yes, Darling, I have reviewed several videos today. I could wait to show you what I learned.” Ivanna answered

“Show it to Nathan.”

Ivanna walked toward the side of the room, where there was a large cabinet. It was where Christophe stored all the props. She was taking out a red rope set from it. Skillfully, she tied herself in Japanese shibari style.

“Olga, can you help me tie my hands to the back to finish the knot?”

The blonde secretary helped Ivanna tie her hand to her back. The knot was tight; she couldn’t move her hand anymore.  With her hand tied, my mom could no longer undo the rope by herself. She crouched down and then bit the scepter to lift it from the ground.  I wondered why Christophe asked her to do this. What was he trying to show me?

“Perfect. Classy. You see, Nathan. I’m quite different from my son. I prefer the fine and classy things in life.  I might be overboard sometimes when venting my stress, but trust me, I always cherish my toys and rarely want them broken. Your mom is a good toy, I wouldn’t make her my new wife if she isn’t. Neither of us wants her to end up on the street for those unworthy, do we? I know you have a good head, better than my son's. You should understand what I mean.”

It was a threat. I now understood why Christophe asked my mom to do these. Christophe was telling me that my mom being with him was better than letting whatever Evan planned to do with her. At least, Christophe would limit the play in punishment and bondage play, but if I keep resisting and not going his way. He had no qualms about giving my mom away to Evan. She might have ended up on the street.

“Can I still see my mom from time to time?” I tried to negotiate.

“Please call her Ivanna from now on, Nathan. And yes, it is easy to arrange, I will let her  check on your place regularly.”

I was defeated. A loser could accept the winner's demand. I signed the contract with Christophe.

After signing the contract, I was escorted out of the office by Olga. It seemed that Christophe wanted to play with my mom.

“You should check Khess Klub tonight. It’s the young master club. I will give you the address. For now, you should rest back home.”

I knew it, I thought he would go with Smothered Mate like he planned, but he went with Khess Klub instead. Khess Klub. Chess club. He wanted to humiliate me further.

After driving for a while, I arrived back at my house, which is now in my name. Christophe had done all the necessary legal work to give me the house. But as soon as I entered the house, I knew that his good intentions weren't as good as I thought.

I saw Mikayla and Sophie waiting in the hallway. Dressed in a sexy version of a prison warden uniform made of latex. They even had a baton in their hand. Not only their uniform, but they even had their hairstyle matched. Their long hair was now cut into a pixie cut. 

“Mikayla and Sophie will be your houseguard and the contract enforcer. They will follow you whenever you are going out. If you want to go to Khess Klub, just say to either of them, and they will be your chauffeur. Also, please do not touch them unless in an emergency or flirt with them. They can touch you, but you can’t touch them. They are not your friends; they are Master Evan’s property. But you can still ask them something if things weren't clear about your house. There may be some other arrangement in your house that you found puzzling.” 

After briefing me about how things were working, Olga finally went away. I realized that this house was my prison. 

“I’m sorry that you ended up like this because of me,” I said to the two of them.

The two didn’t respond; their gaze was unfriendly. As Olga said, they were no longer the two that I knew before.

“What are your names? You two will be my bodyguards, so I should know your names at least.” I wondered whether Evan or Christophe changed their names like they did to my mom.

The two looked at each other and nodded. It was still something they could answer.

“I’m Mikayla, but you should respectfully call me Guard Bitch.”

“I’m Sophie. Likewise, you should call me  Guard Slut.”

“Can I call you using Mikayla and Sophie?”

Guard Bitch frowned. “No, we aren’t that close, just call us Guard Bitch and Guard Slut. You should have read the contract; one of the clauses should be calling us with the name Master Evan or Master Christophe provided for us. Never call us Mikayla or Sophie without Master Evan’s permission, or we will make a necessary move to enforce the contract. This time is an exception.” Guard Bitch said with a deadpan, serious expression.

“Thank you for your explanation…Guard Bitch.” I forced myself to call Mikayla with the demeaning name.

Damn it, Evan probably picked these two because they were the ones that helped me gather other pieces. These two could be said to be my closest helpers aside from the members of the chess club. 

I went deeper into the house after the encounter. Another surprise was waiting for me. In front of the bathroom door, Kody was standing guard. Unlike Guard Bitch and Guard Slut. Kody wasn’t in a parody of a prison warden uniform, but just a white towel wrapping her upper body.  

“Can I get in?” I asked.

Kody nodded and opened the bathroom door for me. As I entered, Kody also followed me in.

“Why are you following me in?”

“I'm going to make sure you don’t escape through the window.”

For god sake, the window was too small for me to escape through it.

“Can you get out? I need some privacy, what if I want to take a shit?”

Kody shook her head, “No, I stay, that’s the rule. I have no problem with whether you are going to take a shit or whatever. I’m named Asswipe for a reason. Unlike the guard, I can help you clean up too. It’s part of my job.”

Did Evan have a personal grudge against Kody too? The name given to her was worse than Mikayla or Sophie, or did he make this to torture me psychologically even in the toilet?

I rubbed my temple in frustration, “Thank you, but no, you can just stay there if you want.”

After relieving myself, I moved to my bedroom. Nothing weird this time, except the windows were welded shut, and I also noticed two new loudspeakers in the corner of my room. I recalled how Evan tortured me with the cheerleader weeks ago, but did he still need to do it now that our match had ended? 

I found a USB drive on my desk.  At least my old PC was still intact in my room. I plugged the USB drive into my PC. There was only one file in it named Talia #1. I clicked on it, and the video played on my screen.

“Hello, everybody. Friends, and family, especially you, Nate, I want you to watch this video.” The Talia on the screen greeted cheerfully. She was naked, but she still looked like the Talia I knew.  

“Master Evan said that I have done an unforgivable crime to him; Hurting him and ultimately, resisting him by being on Nathan’s side. So, Master Evan wanted me to make this video as proof that I sincerely feel guilty. It would be a series of videos, a transformative journey about me from being a normal girl into a freak of nature. Master Evan said that he might sell me to a bizarre circus or freak show at the end.” Talia was still saying the words cheerfully as if nothing was wrong with them.

“I don’t want to be bald, but Master Evan wanted it.” She just shrugged her shoulders as if saying it couldn’t be helped, and then picked up an electric shear and ran it on her head, hacking all her hair until only a short buzz on her scalp was left.

She put down her shears. Next, she picked up a lipstick and applied it to her lips in a messy way beyond her lips. 

“Nate, Master Evan had arranged some surgery for me. He wants you to guess whether I will undergo lip surgery to make my lips a slit mouth as wide as the lipstick that I have applied now. I will look monstrous for sure if that happens.”

“No…No…Please no.” I screamed at the screen desperately.

The video continued. After applying the messy makeup, she put on clothes. It was the modified cheerleader clothes with Evan’s initials. She also picked the pompom. And then began to do a cheer dance alone.

“EVAN, EVAN, HE’S THE MAN!! HE’S THE WINNER!!”

“EVAN, EVAN, HE’S MY GOD!! I WORSHIP HIS MASSIVE ROD!!”

“NATHAN, NATHAN, YOU ARE A SORE LOSER!”

“EVAN GOT EVERYTHING, NATHAN GOT NOTHING!

The loudspeaker blasted the cheer even louder. I didn’t expect that Evan somehow programmed my computer to connect to the loudspeaker for that part. But considering what his father was capable of, this was something that he could do.

My heart was crushed hearing Talia cheering for Evan. Her cheer finally came to an end after a few repetitions.

“Oops, I need to get going now, don’t want to be late for my surgery. Nate, you should ask our friend if you want to see the continuation of this video. Bye-bye, loser!” Talia chuckled and gave the middle finger to the camera before the screen went black.

My hand clenched into a fist in anger and helplessness. Our friend? Did she mean Abby and Denise? It seemed I had no choice but to go to Khess Klub to find out.

TO BE CONTINUED