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Chapter 12 – The Operative
The daycare had no scheduled visitors today, but Frank and his slaves still dutifully went to work even if everyone else was allowed to stay home. However, where Frank toiled at his computer, the slaves had quite a lot of leisure time to waste.
“Why are you still here?”
Frank knew the answer to his question that the slaves would elect to answer with silence; his slaves were far too hardworking to allow themselves rest.
And so he would tell them to.
“Go to the common area, play and have fun, or else.”
“Or else I’ll make you wear clothes.”
“That are one size too small.”
Thoroughly terrified by the thought of clothing, the slaves slinked out of sight as fast as they could manage.
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Chapter 1 – The Workhorse
Two men walked alongside each other down a corridor.
“A new arrival today?” The blond man asked matter-of-factly, without even the slightest attention paid to the fact that he was totally exposed, had a leash around his neck, and a cage over his dick.
“Yes – a labour slave called Finn. He’s being put here while his owner’s out of town,” the other man, black-haired and clothed in a flower shirt, replied. “Get his trust and make him comfortable – he’s young.”
“Dammit! You can’t leave a new slave alone for the first few days like this!” The sheer emphaticness of the exclamation stopped the men in their tracks.
“You know this best, Magnus, and that’s why this daycare exists – I’m expecting you to become his teddy bear.”
The pair was silent as they entered a staff-only area (clearly marked as such), where Magnus opened a locker with his name, and his clothed companion watched from the sidelines, sitting on a couch.
“How should I play this?” Magnus asked as he contemplated the myriad bondage implements in front of him.
“My advice: treat him like he’s volatile. Literally take him to dinner if he doesn’t want to eat.”
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NOTE: This single-part work by Taurus is a short sequel to his much longer story One Year.
As James spun around, all he saw was white, with the set of washbasin and toilet flashing grey intermittently.
When he eventually slowed down – he was not quite sure if it was double vision or nausea – there were two sets of personal hygiene stations.
It took James another few breaths to calm down enough that he could confirm once and for all that it was not just him – there were two sinks and two toilets on opposite corners of this cube-shaped cell, which was brilliantly lit on all its sides.
Raising his head, he slowly fell towards the ceiling, until his neck got tired enough to bring the rest of the cell back into view.
Disappointed that he could not fly, James lay down on the one unlit surface in the cell he had been on the whole time; a black leather mattress.
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Epilogue 1 – Explanations
“Revolution for prison; recent developments in implant interfacing have triggered significant change in incarceration. Prisoners will only experience their sentences mentally while their physical bodies experience only a small fraction of their sentences.”
Luke returned the tablet after listening to the
“Mr Dominique, are you sure you -“
“Yes. As Subject L, I understand perfectly how this stuff works.”
“No,” the officer stood up, “I’m asking if you need some clothes.”
Luke chuckled. “Officer Dunn, it’s summer. That and I’m gonna be posing for a photo shoot all day, so underwear will be all I need to really wear anyway.”
“Will you be alright? You can use Pleroma under supervision for now, but as it is, some of its…functions have to be removed.
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Part 14 – The Speed of Light is Faster than the Speed of Sound by an Approximated Factor of At Least 882,000
Good prisoners suffer.
Get forced to wake, drag bricks one mile, get teleported back into the bed, get fed paste through pipes, run to the cart and drag bricks back the other way, get teleported back into the bed, get fed paste through pipes, and get shocked to sleep.
Good prisoners suffer.
Over and over, over and over.
Over and over, over and over.
“Slave, go outside, just as you are.”
The bodybuilder, with eyes as blank as his broad canvas of a back, marched straight out of the front door and knelt on the sidewalk, chastity cage dangling as seductively as the precum did from the cage.
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Part 13 – demo_sequence
“This is a bit of a crazy contraption, but it’s still a prototype – I’ll show you the finalised designs in a couple weeks, maybe.”
Matt led a group of men in black into the simulation room, fully tricked out and utilised; Luke, naked, was strapped into the chair while tubes ran to and from his every opening to facilitate feeding and waste secretion.
There were murmurs between the men in suits. That Matt tried to “reassure” them that Luke was here to test out extended stays in the simulation system did not serve to lessen their shock, as Vantage covertly pointed out to Matt through an earpiece.
“Inspectors are becoming concerned and uneasy. Recommended action: proceed quickly.”
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Part 12 – adaptive_conversion_executable-v0.3
Luke awoke with a start, startled by the rattle of the metal cage he was in getting kicked, which intensified his torturous headaches. If only he could call for the axe of Hephaestus to open the way for Athena.
Luke’s freedoms had always been diminishing, but now he was subject-
Matt could not bother to put him in a bed, or to even lay him flat. Or rather, he was too active in taking care of his very naked and very large guest. Luke was stuffed into a cramped cage in Matt’s dungeon and given just a leather pillow for warmth.
“Had a fun day out yesterday? Meet any friends? Get any nice food?
“Blow a big load, even?”
“No, sir, I -”
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Part 11 – conversion1
There was some panic as Luke found himself waking up in a bag, being transported in a van like that last abduction experience.
He gasped for air – a futile act that was quickly followed by the bag crumpling into his face with such speed that he promptly calmed down.
More probably, someone must have smashed their palm into Luke’s face to stop his breathing as a threat. And more accurately, Luke calmed down only to the extent that one could if they were naked in a bag and getting kidnapped.
In truth, Luke was quivering in profound fear. He drew smaller yet shallower breaths, and uncontrollably whimpered –
Luke’s implant must have been switched off in order to set him up as he was – his headache was quickly subsiding, but for the few seconds the pain was at its apex, it felt like death.
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