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The Queen of Sorrow’s Falls
Chapter Three
The Manipulator
By Razor7826 (Copyright 2008)
Michelle von Houten reclined on her red leather couch in a state of bliss as she flipped through channels with her remote control. Between her legs crouched Jodie Klint, dutifully licking at her Mistress’ pussy. The slave stopped for a moment to catch her breath, but Michelle dragged her closer with a tug on the leash. Jodie had no choice but continue her work.
The concept of completely owning another human life was still new to Michelle, but she enjoyed it in a way unlike anything else she had experienced in life. In her still short life, she had only ever taken two roles; that of a reluctantly submissive daughter to overbearing parents, and that of a slave, betrayed by those she trusted most. Now she took a more dominant role, and she loved it. Not only could she use Jodie’s body for her own perverse pleasures, but she owned more than the girl’s flesh. She owned her mind, and above that, owned the teenager’s warmth.
During those dark years inside the Tolsin home, Michelle knew only cold, her perverts using her holes while ignoring the rest of her flesh except to induce pain. Many days and nights she yearned for the embrace of her boyfriend or of her parents, wishing to regain the comfort of another person close to her. She had now found that source of warmth, to be hers forever.
Temporarily sated by her servicing, Michelle grinned in pride at the efficacy of her training regiment. For weeks, Jodie had been unable and unwilling to perform even the most basic of the sexual tasks that her new life required of her, but focused abuse had eliminated nearly all vestiges of resistance. Now, Michelle could count on Jodie to do what nearly all that was asked of her, but she made a mental note to do her best to eliminate these brief moments of hesitancy.
A blur of motion in Michelle’s peripheral vision startled her. She jerked backwards and flung her head to the side and stared at the closed curtains. She thought she had seen a shadow on the other side, but she convinced herself that is nothing of significance. She slouched back in the couch and tugged on the leash, resuming her decline into blissful hedonism.
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The truth behind the shadow became apparent the following night. Michelle was working in her basement dungeon, preparing Jodie for a night on a wooden horse in retribution for a spat of disobedience, tears, and complaints.
“You know you deserve this, right?”
“Please, Michelle, I… I want to see my Mom,” she cried, tears streaming down her flush face. Her body twitched uncontrollably as she sat, spread and bound to the wooden horse. Her arms and shoulders pulled together behind her back, locked together into an arm sleeve.
Michelle reared her hand back and slapped Jodie’s left breast. “I told you to stop crying about your family. All it does is anger me.” Michelle pinched the girl’s nipple and felt a rush of sadistic glee.
“Ahhh!”
“Hopefully spending the night like this will teach you a lesson.”
A deep voice came from behind Michlle, near the base of the stairs. “There are lessons that you need to learn, too.”
Michelle froze for a brief moment in absolute terror before turning around to face the intruder. He walked out of the shadow and into the light of the overhead lamps. He carried a gun, pointed directly at Michelle.
“We have a lot to discuss, Miss Von Houten.”
Michelle instinctively closed her nightgown, too modest to show just anyone her naked body. “Who… who are you?”
“You don’t recognize me?”
“Sorry, I’ve been out of town for a few years.”
“I’m Joseph Phillips, the Sherriff of Serenity Falls. It looks like my deputy was correct in her observance; you really do have the Klint girl here.”
Jodie, realizing she was being spoken of, began pleading between her sobs, “Help me…”
“How much help you get is up to Michelle. Like I said, we have a lot to talk about. Why don’t we head upstairs and find a nice place to discuss our options?”
Michelle felt as if her world was once again falling apart. Her former friends had taken everything from her, and now, after not even a single year of freedom, she was caught. She would be a prisoner once again.
“Are you going to come or not? I could just shoot you right here.”
Michelle mind returned from astray and she walked up the stairs slowly, the sheriff following her closely, his gun aimed at her back. Even at the top step, she could hear Jodie’s screams for help.
“Turn right. Let’s discuss things in the den.”
Knowing that she had no choice, she complied and took two consecutive rights, pulling open the thick oak door and stopping just inside.
“Sit down over there.”
Michelle turned on the lights and made her way towards the coach, where she sat and turned towards the intruder. He followed her, and sat in the high-backed leather chair.
“I won’t even bother having you explain yourself. Your basement and the girl told me everything.”
Michelle responded quietly, her voice quivering in fear, “Are you going to arrest me?”
“No, none of the options tonight end in your arrest. In fact, you’ll still get to be a mostly free woman if you do as I ask.”
“What… is it that you want?”
“You see, me and my friends have a little club that partakes in the hobby you perform downstairs. We’re always on the lookout for new members, especially those that can support us financially.
“You want me to join your club?”
“Yes, basically. However, your entry fee is going to be a bit high.”
Michelle remained quiet. His offer amounted to little more than extortion, but she didn’t have a choice. “I’ll do it.”
“Thank you, Michelle, for being so reasonable. I would have hated to had to kill both you and the girl in self-defense,” he said, sarcasm evident in his voice.
She couldn’t help but look at Joseph with contempt. He was a few decades older than her, and his attitude towards her made her think that he had extorted many residents during his time as Sheriff.
“Let me call my friends; we have an additional problem to deal with, thanks to your carelessness.” He reached into his pocket and pulled out a cell phone, a contraption that Michelle was still not used to seeing.
“What did I do?” she asked, her eyes fixated on the bulk of plastic he held to his face.
“You let yourself be seen.” He turned away for a moment and spoke into the phone, “Yes, you know where it is. Bring Suri. No, don’t make her if she doesn’t want to.” He turned back towards Michelle. “You know, your father was well-liked in town.”
“So I hear,” she responded. While widely revered around Serenity Falls, Timothy von Houten wasn’t the most understanding of parents. His death never bothered Michelle much, even less now that it felt like a lifetime ago. She looked up at Joseph, and asked “What exactly do you need of me?”
“Your money, basically, and probably use of that fantastic dungeon you have downstairs. You’re still new to the business, it seems, but let me tell you that it isn’t cheap, or easy.”
“What do you mean?” Michelle thought she knew what he was getting at, but she knew that prying him for information would be helpful.
“You can’t just keep that poor girl in your basement forever.”
“Why not?”
“What happens if she gets sick? Are you going to let her die? If not, how are you going to get medical care? Are you going to keep her until she dies of old age?”
Michelle looked to the floor in silence.
“Perhaps the reason why my deputy found you is because you didn’t think things through. You let your lust get the better of your judgment.”
“That isn’t true. I planned things out. How do you explain the dungeon?”
Joseph laughed. “That’s the fantasy part about owning a slave, not the reality. That’s why people like us need to organize, so we at least have a network of assistance to get through these tough patches.”
Michelle felt like a little kid, once again being taught by her elders how to do things right. For all her planning and twisted dreams, she failed to account for the inevitable. “How many people do you know like this?”
“Countless, but in terms of our specific group, just a few. Two of them are on their way. We have a bit of work to do tonight.”
“Like what?”
“Well, we need to cover up your little mistake.”
“How do we do that? You said it was your deputy, can’t you just tell her it was nothing?”
“It isn’t nearly that simple. That girl you have downstairs, her mother insists that she was abducted, and not a runaway like I had initially decided. Liza, my deputy, actually believes the woman, and she insisted to me that she saw Jodie.
“So… are you going to kill her?”
Joseph laughed loudly, and yelled, “Are you really that dense, girl? We’ll just make her disappear. Any one of my friends can take her and hide her, or---“ the doorbell interrupted his sentence. “Those would be my friends. Come along. I want you to meet them.”
They returned to the foyer, where Joseph unlocked the door and let in his cohorts. First came a well-groomed white man around six feet tall, wearing a tight short sleeved blue shirt. Michelle recognized him as a lawyer that advertised on local television, specializing in family law.
Behind him followed an Indian woman in a tight green sweater. Her eyes darted around nervously as she stood half a step behind the lawyer.
“Keith, Suri, nice to see you again.”
“Same to you, Joe,” replied Keith. “So this is the Von Houten girl?”
Joe nodded his head, “Yup. She’s agreed to be our new financier.”
Keith grunted. “It would have been a lot nicer if you hadn’t fucked up the last one.”
“That wasn’t my fault.”
“Whatever. Let’s not talk about that now.”
“Agreed. We have work to do.”
The two men discussed the plan while Michelle and Suri stood, listening, both silent in the presence of the men. More than once, Michelle caught Suri looking at her, but when she returned the glance, Suri looked down at the floor. Something about her demeanor made her seem unhappy, as if she did not want to be here with Frank and Joseph.
Michelle didn’t want to be there, either, scared of what Joseph had in store for her. But, she knew that she would have to follow his orders, at least for now.
After several minutes of discussion, the men agreed on a plan, which Joe repeated to the group. “Suri, you can stay here with Michelle. Frank will come with me, and we’ll get Liza. We should be back in a little over an hour, assuming Liza is as alone as she ever is. Prep the basement.”
“Yes, sir,” said Suri.
Frank laughed and followed Joe outside. Once they were gone, Suri’s demeanor changed. “Thank god they’re gone.” She turned to Michelle and put out her hand. “I’m Suri. Nice to meet you.”
The sudden friendliness startled Michelle, who put out her own hand and shook Suri’s. “Pleasure to meet you.”
“Sorry for being so unfriendly a while ago. I’m not very comfortable around those two.”
“Well, neither am I,” replied Michelle, her involvement in their group still not completely clear. “If you’re uncomfortable around them, why do you work with them?”
Suri looked down at the floor. “Sorry, I don’t want to talk about it.”
Michelle had no idea how to respond, so she resumed the task that Joe set out for her and headed for the basement. Suri followed.
Jodie still sat spread on the horse. “Please…” she whispered. It didn’t even seem as if she noticed the presence of Michelle and Suri.
Suri’s eyes lit up as she saw the eighteen year old girl. “Oooh, she’s cute!” she yelled with newfound enthusiasm. She hastily ran towards Jodie in her high heels and began fondling the captive’s body. “Where did you get her?”
The sudden change in demeanor threw Michelle off-guard. “I… I got her on her way to school. She wrote mean things about me in her school newspaper.”
“That’s awfully cold of you. How long have you had her?”
“A little over a month, I think. She’s still defying me, so she’s being punished right now.”
“Wow, that long and she still isn’t broken? I had mine mentally destroyed within a week, though she offered herself to me on her own accord. I think there’s a lot of skill involved in it, really.”
Michelle was starting to like the woman.
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The men were over an hour late. It was just after midnight when they stumbled down the basement stairs, Joseph’s deputy in Keith’s arms, unconscious. Michelle could tell that the men jumped the gun in defiling her; she wore no clothes except the shredded remains of a light T-shirt and her bra. Blood and cum caked her inner thighs.
“Sorry we’re late,” said Joseph. “We got a little sidetracked. She wouldn’t stop mouthing of, so we stopped at Keith’s house to demoralize her.”
“I can see that,” chimed Suri.
Keith interjected, “Shut up, woman. If you keep giving lip like that, you’ll end up like your girlfriend.”
Suri silenced herself, but glared at Keith with contempt.
“So which cell is going to be hers?” Keith asked
Michelle answered quickly, “The second one, I guess.”
Keith dumped the unconscious deputy in the cell and locked the door. He turned back towards Michelle and asked, “Are you sure the cell will hold?”
“How the hell would I know?” she yelled back in response, “I’ve never tested these things out, you know.”
Joseph snuck up behind Michelle and wrapped his arms around her waist. “No need to get angry, Michelle. You have a lot to learn about work with us.” He leaned in and kissed Michelle’s neck.
She tried to shake herself free, but Joseph held tight. “Let me go,” she said, struggling against his grip.
He squeezed tighter and whispered into her ear. “I don’t think you quite understand the details of our new arrangement. You are a coworker, but you are most certainly not equal. You may pay us and help us so I don’t arrest or kill you, but make no mistake, we still own you. Got it?”
A chill ran down Michelle’s spine. She could merely nod her head in compliance.
“Good girl. Now, I think you need a bit of job training.” He backed away and spoke to his friends, “Keith, Suri, grab some of those toys and lets head upstairs. We need to officially welcome Michelle into our group.”
“But sir…” trailed Suri. She reached her right arm out in front of her, trying to get Joseph’s attention.
Keith turned and slapped her across the face. “Don’t start with that again, Suri.” He bent down and grabbed a strap-on dildo that was still-glistening with Jodie’s juices from a few hour ago and handed it to Suri. “Here, you’ll be needing this.”
She grabbed the dildo, shut up, and complied with her masters’ orders.
Michelle led the way upstairs, all the while knowing what was coming. She wanted to reach for a pot and smash Joseph’s brains in, but she knew that it would be futile; she had to comply with his orders if she wanted to stay free, no matter how much of a lie that freedom was.
Her three new friends shed their clothing as they followed, their clothes falling randomly in a trail of fabric from dungeon to bedroom.
Inside the master bedroom that once belonged to Michelle’s parents, Joseph helped remove her nigthgown,. Before reclining back onto the bed. He pulled Michelle on top of him and firmly grabbed her wrists. “Let’s get this done quickly, okay.”
She tried to get in the mood, but memories of those hellish years as a sex slave raced through her mind. Her breathing quickened.
Keith kneeled behind her on the bed and grabbed her waist. “Are you going to do it or will I have to make you?” She knew what he was talking about.
She lowered herself onto Joseph’s cock. Moments later, Keith rammed his into her ass, and she yelped in pain.
Keith yelled to Suri, “Get that thing on and shut her up, bitch.”
Suri slid the dildo on around her waist and kneeled in front of Michelle, her crotch dangling in Joseph’s face.
Michelle looked up into Suri’s eyes and pleaded, “No, Suri, don’t…”
“I’m sorry,” The Indian woman mouthed. She turned away and slowly slid the dildo into Michelle’s mouth. Slowly and rhythmically she pulled in and pushed out, while the other two men vigorously pumped at Michelle’s cunt and asshole.
For the first time since her release from the Tolsin’s abuse, she cried. Pain tore through her body as the trio abused her body far beyond anything the Tolsin’s had subjected her to. She cringed as she felt the men’s warmth spreading inside of her, but she accepted it; there was nothing she could in the moment do but go along with her new captors.
After the pile had dispersed, Joseph and Keith left the manor. On her parent’s bed, Michelle von Houten curled up on top of the bedsheets and sobbed uncontrollably, fearing that everything was again falling apart. She had regained her freedome for mere months, but it was all slipping away. Once again, she was property, albeit with some vestiges of freedom.
Suri returned ten minutes later, still naked, though clenching something in her closed hand. “Are you okay?” she asked.
“Leave me alone,” replied Michelle. “I’ve had enough of you monsters for today.”
“I…” slurred Suri. Tears rolled down her cheeks. “I’m sorry! Please, I didn’t have a choice.”
“Just go away.”
“Let me help you.” Suri grabbed the comforter and threw it over Michelle, then crawled in underneath. “Take this.” She reached around and shoved a pill inside of Michelle’s mouth. “Birth control.”
Michelle swallowed the pill, appreciating Suri’s caring and foresight. “Thank you.”
Suri pulled Michelle closer until her 36C breasts spread against Michelle’s back. “I didn’t want to hurt you Michelle. Please, trust me on that. I didn’t have a choice.” She reached around with her left arm and caressed it gently across Michelle’s abdomen.
Michelle smiled, Suri’s warmth blending with her own. Together, they slept.
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