"From now on and until we tell you otherwise your name is... Slut."
The man addressing her paused as if he wished to really let it sink in. This new 'rule' for her. It was only one rule and rather simple but she knew there would be many new ones total governing her daily life ahead and some much harder to comply with.
"Therefore, you will -- along with anyone else we let come into contact with you going forward -- also refer to yourself by that name -- Slut. And only in the third person form. We know you know what we mean by that."
The man paused a moment as if to read her face. She nodded, quickly.
"Though by default you are not allowed to speak or ask questions without permission. Not anymore."
He paused again, as if to let this rule sink in. It was an important one.
"You will also not deny any demand or request made of you, no matter how extreme or whether you happen to like it or not. Rather you will obey and carry out the task fast and eagerly and with an appropriate level of focus and care. Otherwise... you risk swift and harsh punishments, the nature of those only at the sole discretion of those who choose to give them. In other words: consider this fair warning upfront that we do NOT fuck around, little girl."
She seemed to absorb this last one especially in a state of fear and dread, and uncertainty, and perhaps the beginnings of having second thoughts. Perhaps it was not really too late to back out? The problem now of course was that she wasn't even allowed to ask that. Though she knew, deep down, she had no excuse.
And so... she nodded, though more slowly and with obvious reluctance. It was all so confusing, in a way, even if the words and their logic were so clear and left no room for lazy ignorance or entire-point-negating exceptions. So she tried to brighten up her expression and nod a second time, faster, with more genuine feeling.
The man -- a rather handsome one in a black suit, tall and clearly muscular, with short cut black hair, a unique scar on his cheek -- did notice.
She looked carefully at his eyes too, then. The man's eyes were utterly mesmerizing for her -- like a hunter or warrior's eyes -- the kind which could haunt a girl's dreams -- well, a certain kind of dreams anyway, she thought. The naughty kind!
"Take off your clothes, slut," he said, suddenly, and in a tone which startled her out of her own feminine analysis or day-fantasy. It was a tone both harsh and supremely confident. And very... masculine. And yes, of course, both his words, his tone and the thought of the demanded deed itself all added up to make her panties damp, fast. Not that that would matter much longer:
She... began to comply. Starting with kneeling down and untying her shoes...
...
She was nude. |
