You would recognise Her voice anywhere. Your body shivers as the juxtaposing feelings of comfort and fear battle in your mind, slashing away at each other hoping that one will emerge the victor. She terrifies you, yes, but for so long before being taken here you constantly struggled for purpose, for meaning. For all the things She had put you through, you felt appreciated here. You felt desired, and most importantly, you had a purpose.

A purpose to serve.

"Are you seriously going to make me repeat myself?" She snaps, angrier this time.

You drag yourself up onto your elbows and knees and rotate yourself to face the front of your cage. She pulls her lengthy key from the chain it's attached to on her neck, slips it into the lock, and opens the door of your cage before attaching Her lead to your collar.

"Come here pup!" She exclaims excitedly.

You lift one of your elbows to begin to crawl towards Her but before you know it your lead becomes taut, as She pulls you forward with force. You fall to the ground and skid along it, your head smacking into the front of Her shoe.

In a daze, you turn your head upwards to look at Her. She is wearing stilettos, and Her body too is encased in latex. A corset is tied tight around Her waist, and between Her breasts hang an assortment of padlocks and keys, two of which belong to your cage and your inverted chastity cage. Wrapped around Her waist is a large leather utility belt, equipped with a small sharp blade, a vampire paddle, and a picana/cattle rod. Latex gloves stretch down Her long fingers, and donned upon Her head is a blacked out MSA Millenium gas mask. The mask always made you particularly anxious, never able to tell exactly where She's looking.

"Stop staring and get the fuck up, mutt. Around to the side of the cage."

You drag yourself up once again from the floor onto your hands and knees, and begin walking around to the side of the cage. You try your hardest to keep your head and eyes pointed towards the ground, your knees and elbows shaking with anxiety surrounding exactly what She's going to do with you. You feel Her latex-ajourned fingers slip under your chin, before pushing your head upwards so you're staring directly into the endless void of her visor.

"I really, really hoped your last attempt would be the last, pup. I thought you'd realise that this is what you've really always wanted. It appears I might have to try some more, shall we say, unorthodox methods to force you into submission."

She stops for a moment, your eyes remaining fixated upon Her visor. Whatever She has in store for you, you certainly don't want to piss Her off any further.

She takes two steps back.

"Stand parallel to the cage, mutt."

Without hesitation, you rotate your body 90 degrees. Sweat falls from your lip down to the cold floor beneath you as She slips out of your peripheral vision. Suddenly, you feel Her stiletto pierce into the side of your torso as your body is thrown against the bars of the cage. Almost as quickly as your body collapses down to the ground you hear Her next command echo throughout the room.

"Get the fuck up up mutt, chop chop. Stop being such a fucking pussy."

You're only partially up again before you find yourself once again thrown against the bars of your cage. You struggle to breathe, as your lead once again becomes taut as She drags you to the corner of the room.

"You want to know something mutt? Though you probably won't believe me."

She reaches down towards Her utility belt and Her hand grips itself around the handle of Her small blade.

"I don't actually enjoy being sadistic all that much." She says before giggling slightly and looking away. If you didn't know Her better, you'd think She was letting Her guard down.

"I know that's difficult for a deviant, mischievous little mutt for you to realise, but it's true."

She takes the knife from her utility belt, and glides it along Her long fingers. The thick black mist of Her mask reflects from the shimmering blade as She turns Her head ever so slightly, Her focus shifting.

"I emphasise deviant and mischievous in that previous sentence by the way, because you really are one of the most difficult pets I've come across."

She bends down immediately next you and traces the blade down your front torso - down from your neck to your crotch. Not hard enough to pierce the latex and cut you, but hard enough to make you try your utmost hardest to remain static, lest slip and have Her stab you.

"You know pet, after this last attempt I really did consider just going straight for the femoral artery and letting you bleed out."

She forces the blade a little harder into your thigh.

"I really have given you so many chances at this point, so believe me, sparing you this time is purely for my own entertainment. I'm not quite done with you yet, I think you can be pushed further - but let me tell you one thing mutt"

She pulls the blade away from your thigh as Her latex covered fingers grip your throat and force your head up before you feel the knife pushed hard against your throat.

"This is your last chance; any further escape attempt will be your last. If you get out of here again, it'll be your throat rather than your femoral artery I go for you useless little cunt.".

She applies slightly more pressure to the knife.

"When you're a well-behaved pet, you really are one of my favourites, but I can't keep expending my limited time and resources attempting to bring you back or put you into line."

She glides the blade lightly across your throat to draw blood, though not deep enough to make a serious incision. She traces Her fingers back across the blood before shoving three of them into your mouth.

"Do you like the taste of yourself, hmm? You do, don't you?"

She giggles before putting the knife back into Her utility belt and moving Her head immediately next to your ear before whispering:

"You. Are. Broken. But I am going to try my hardest to remake you in my perfect image. Most other pets were defective and discarded, I know you don't want to join them mutt. You know you want to be a good piece of fuckmeat for me, a good plaything, a good piece of property."

You could feel your clitty attempting to get hard, though your inverted chastity cage provides heavy resistance and simply causes more pain down there. She has broken your sexual impulses, managed to conflate pain and pleasure as one and the same. Conflated the terrifying with the erotic, and the dangerous with the vanilla.

You are being held hostage involuntarily and were just forced to taste your own blood, and you are STILL aroused? You begin to doubt yourself whether you really could survive out there on your own. You'd get by, sure, but you know a part deep within your subconscious thinks you deserve this and are better off here.

You lay on your back and look up at the ceiling in an attempt to silence the thoughts racing through your head. Cracks split through the ceiling like fractals as the dim lights mix together in a swirl of colours. You notice Her disappear ever so slightly from your peripheral vision and hear Her rummaging through a pocket on the side of Her utility belt.

"I can tell you're feeling the effects of what was in your food." She mutters, continuing to rummage.

"Pathetic mutt, continuing to eat it despite being fully aware of what a mess it would turn you into. Some synthetic, designer hallucinogen I believe, not that it matters. You were a junkie before I brought you here, weren't you mutt?"

She finishes rummaging through Her belt to reveal a large needle which she dangles above you helplessly, before injecting it into a vein in your neck.

"It's much easier to re-program you when you're fucked up, and your programming certainly needs to be reinforced."

"Good drones don't run away, good drones don't think, good drones simply obey. You're going to lie here, unable to writhe due to the muscle relaxants, and obey, okay pup?"

You attempt to wriggle but your limbs still in braces lie limp by your sides. The black void of Her mask looks down upon you, the reflections within dancing and making geometric patterns as she turns Her head and inspects you.

You hear Her mutter something under her breath, before She stands up and the sound of her stilettos echoes throughout the room, gradually growing quieter until stopping completely.

You lie unable to move your head, staring up still at the flickering lights and cracks within the ceiling. Cracks develop seemingly at random and repair themselves as the ceiling and walls pulsate around you. Dribble collecting in your mouth spills over, sliding down your chin and onto your shiny latex suit.

Time elapses. You aren't sure how long exactly considering the state you find yourself in but eventually, you hear the echoes of Her stilettos return and grow gradually louder until you once again see that familiar mask looking down upon you. She's equipped with a mask that looks similar to Her own and a large pair of noise cancelling headphones.

Without saying a word, She places the mask over your face before shoving three small pins attached to wires that hang from it into the back of your neck. Your vision is gone, your eyes being fixated upon a small screen currently displaying nothing. She places the noise cancelling headphones over your ears as you begin to hear an almost hypnotic melody coming through them.

One hard kick into your side, and then nothing for minutes. You have absolutely no idea whether She's looking at you, whether She's in the room, whether She's left, whether She's coming back.

The screen flashes, before a screen resembling a command module appears before you.

Logging on…........

Logon successful.

Connecting with Hive mainframe……….

Connection successful.

Downloading updates……….

Updates downloaded.

Successfully synced with the Hive.

Good drone.

4800.Quotation//Source.Eshun.Kodwo.1998.8[142]//

“…succumb to the inhuman,

to be abducted

and love it.”

//end4800