13
After he had lowered the girl once again, and removed her manacles, John
Collins had to wait a long time before he was able to speak to her with any
assurance that she was able to hear him, let alone to pay attention. He wasn't
bored, though. Quite the contrary. He sat happily in his chair, watching the
naked, quivering body curled up into a writhing ball on the floor, and listened
with intense pleasure to the sounds she was making, to the gasps and the
whimpers and the deep animal moans, to the repeated retching, to the continual
wracking, choking sobs. He watched and listened for quite a while, and his eyes
were very bright.
"The proud Miss Gordon," he said at last, over the diminished but still
quite audible sounds of her suffering. "The oh-so-confident Miss Gordon who
walked in here ready to defy the whole world. Look at you now."
Joyce retched.
"I told you I would break you, Joyce. And I have. Haven't I?"
Sobbing from the girl.
"Say yes, Joyce," Collins said. "I want to hear you say it. I want to
make sure you know it. I've broken you, now and forever. You'll never be the
same again. And right now you're mine. I'm your master. You're my slave. Now say
it. Say yes, I've broken you. Say it."
With great effort, she choked out the word. "Y-yes..."
"And I've enjoyed every minute of it," Collins said. "And I'm going to
enjoy the fruits of it even more, and very soon. Because now you're going to do
whatever I say and whatever I want. Aren't you, Miss Gordon?"
"Unnhhh... yes..."
"Yes. But first I'll tell you what you're going to do for the Council,
which after all was the main purpose of this little exercise. First, tomorrow
you're going to call your editor. You're going to explain to him that you've
made a terrible mistake, and that all the data you gathered for that story was
false, planted by unscrupulous political enemies. You were too gullible, you
were so eager to get a big story that you didn't check deeply enough. But it was
all lies, and you feel terrible about your part in it. You'll tell him you're
writing a retraction of the story which you will send in to him, and then you're
going to take some time off. Two weeks, at least. Are you listening, Joyce?"
"Oohhh... god... I... yes..."
"Then I'll take you to meet the Councilmen. Now listen carefully, Joyce.
Here's what you're going to do..."
He told her in great detail what she was going to do, and what she was
going to say, and how she was going to act, and what was going to happen to her
afterwards. The girl sobbed and whimpered and retched, but when he asked her if
she understood she said yes.
"Good," Collins said. "And now, Joyce, it's time for me to collect my
reward. After all, I have to make sure that the Council will be getting its
money's worth, don't I? I'm sure you know how to use that beautiful body to give
pleasure to a man. Very great pleasure. In any way he wants it. I'm going to
find that out, Joyce. And if there's any particular aspect in which you're
deficient, we'll soon have you trained to do it properly. Won't we, Joyce?"
"...yes..."
"Yes. Come to me now, Joyce. Come here to me. No, you don't have to get
up. Just crawl over here. Crawl to me, Joyce."
She crawled.
