Mantras

I slept hard, and woke up hard. At some point in the night, I had kicked the blanket off. It always amazed me how easy it was to wake up while camping. Waking naturally to the sun gradually brightening your world brings about a sort of peace that doesn't exist waking to an alarm. Even though it was well before I would normally wake up, I felt refreshed. Giddy. I was going home today. Chloe was going home today.

I looked over at her. She was somewhat on her side, it looked like she had actually managed to fall asleep with her head being held up by her collar. I needed to decide if she would wear a collar permanently or not. I needed to think on it. That wasn't a decision to be taken lightly.

I gave her ass a rub, a squeeze, and a light smack. "Wake up, sweetie! We're headed home today!" Her eyes snapped open and she looked around wildly. Panic set it when she realized she was choking and she flailed around trying to get her feet under her. It didn't work out well with her arms locked to her waist and her ankles to her thighs.

I got out the last piece of gear I had brought on my trip and started putting it on her. The small chain attached to her collar and dangled between her breasts down to her feet. I wrapped another chain around her gut and connected the links. Her arms went into metal handcuffs, then were detached from the leather waistband around her gut. Her ankles were handcuffed as well.

With the metal constraints in place, I removed all the other gear from her body -- the straps holding her legs together and the waistband coming off of her with a sigh. I took the long link of chain and attached it to her handcuffs, ran it under the one on her waist, then down to attach it to the cuffs at her feet. The chain, again, was just slightly too short for her arms to hang slack, just slightly too short for her to stand up all the way. Poor thing.

In her prison hobble, I led her outside and attached her to the stake in the ground; I needed to strike camp if we were going to get out of here any time soon.

"When's the last time you pooped?" I asked. "Never mind that. We have about a 6-hour car ride ahead of us today. You don't get to get out to use the bathroom, and I know you haven't had a shit since at least 10 yesterday morning. You need to take a shit before I strike camp. The sooner the better." I crawled back into the tent and started packing my sleeping gear.

"WHERE?!"

"You have about 2 feet of chain. I'd scoot to one side of the stake, take care of business, then move to the other side. You could even dig a little hole and cover it up if you didn't want to smell it."

I ignored her and worked to get everything packed up. I almost forgot about breakfast. I started a fire and get my eggs, bacon, and sausage cooking. I looked up when I heard her grunt. "You done?" I asked and walked over to her, finishing my plate. She had dug a little hole and was trying to kick dirt over it. It didn't look easy with her feet only reaching a foot apart.

"Can I have some wipes, sir?" she asked, meekly, this time. I could see the shame in her eyes, but I had to look through the tears to see it.

"I used all of them," I said. "Come on, let's get you cleaned up. I bet you would like to wash yesterday's trip off of you, huh?" I pulled her off the stake and started walking while tugging on her lead. We walked to my bag to grab a bar of soap before continuing to the creek and stepping down into the water. It was about a foot and half deep and it was COLD. I felt goosebumps break out over my skin and look over to see her nipples do the same.

I grabbed the chain just below her navel and wrapped my hand around it, pulling her head down and making her stick her butt out. "Try to resist the instinct to gasp." Her eyes widened in confusion and shock as I stuck a foot behind hers and pushed her over backwards into the water. She went down without any resistance.

I held her under the water for a short period of time, just 10 or 15 seconds before pulling her up into a seated position. She came up gasping and sputter, with some coughs mixed in. "You know," I said, "you forgot to address me properly earlier, or to thank me for letting you stand up. This is going to be an unpleasant bath for you as a consequence. Take a breath now."

I pushed her back under the water and put my knee down on her chest. I started rubbing the soap up and down each of her legs. By the time I finished, it didn't seem like it took long at all, but Chloe acted as if I was trying to drown her! The nerve of some people...

"Another breath!" Chloe went under again. I ran the soap all over her pussy and ass, into her crack and between her lips. My hand followed it, exploring the external pieces of each of her holes, but never penetrating. I rubbed my hand between her cheeks several times and felt all around her wrinkles keeping her asshole tightly closed and puckered. I was looking forward to the time when that would easily yield to me.

I repeated the dunkings to wash her arms, pits, face, back, and eventually her breasts. These took special attention with much groping. I don't think she noticed how roughly I was treating her tits, she was too panicky about the whole being-held-under-the-water thing. I drew her attention to them when I grabbed her nipples and used those to lever her upright. "There now, don't we feel better?"

I pulled her up to a standing position and held her against me. I pulled her tightly against me, reveling in the feel of her pressing against my naked cock. The nearly-drowned panic was such that she didn't even resist as I pulled her against me and ran my hand over and groped her ass. "You stay there for a minute; I need to get clean too." I quickly washed myself and when I came back up, her eyes were nearly vacant. I wondered if I had pushed too hard.

We got back to camp; I laid a blanket out for her to dry off on and to have a place to sit that wasn't hard ground before I then dried off and dressed myself. Packing up took almost no time at all and soon all that was left was one small bag, one final stake, my suitcase, and Chloe. I got out a brush and ran it through Chloe's hair to get the tangles out before wrapping it up in a ponytail. She still wasn't paying much attention to me. I corrected this with a slap to her ass. "Thank you, sir," I prompted.

"Thank you, sir," came the mumbled response.

I undid her handcuffs and wrapped her arms around her ribs, under her breasts. Several layers of nylon wrap went around her body leaving her hugging herself. I pushed her on her back and released one of her legs from the cuffs there.

"As I said we have a 6-hour drive. I don't want you to mess up my suitcase if you have to pee, so I brought you a diaper. I slid this under her butt and attached one side of it. "You know," I started, "that's a long time to not have anything to do. Ah! I have just the thing!" I pulled out a small vibrator with an attached power supply along with some cordage. I tied this around her hips and pulled it through her lips, up her crack, and tying it to the back. The vibrator was snugly attached right over her clit. I finished putting the diaper on, I still don't think she was aware of what I was doing.

I pulled the rest of the chains and collar from her and had her sit in the suitcase, then I bent her legs up and together and started wrapping them. I didn't need anything fancy for this. To get her attention, I turned the vibrator onto it's highest setting. She jumped and finally looked at me. I clicked it back off. "We're going home now. You're getting your gag back so you don't make any unnecessary noise." Chloe reluctantly opened her mouth to accept the ball with its attached breathing tube.

Almost done, I pulled out her panties she wore all yesterday. I put these over her head with the gusset right over her nose and lips. The rest of her panties went over her face. I pulled her earbud out of my pocket and put it in her ear, zipped her up, and loaded her into the backseat of the car.

I pulled my dick out and started stroking it -- I didn't want her to see just exactly how much I lusted for her. My earbud went in my ear and I clicked the vibrator back on to its high setting. I heard a started grunt through the earpiece that turned into a longer moan -- it was hard to tell if it was from discomfort or in pleasure. The moaning continued and I wondered how Chloe was doing breathing through that tube while her heartrate was being raised. It took me no time at all to cum, spraying the ground by the car. I had been holding back much better than I thought I would be able to, but with her unaware of my actions, I decided to get myself a bit of relief. I needed to have my thoughts in order for the drive home. Realistically, I knew this wasn't the riskiest part of Chloe's abduction, but it was the step most prone to random variables. Accidently speeding 2 mph over the speed limit could get me pulled over and jailed for life.

I clicked Chloe's vibrator down to its lowest setting. I didn't want her screaming in my ear for the next 6 hours. I just wanted to kept awake and miserable for the drive, and I had a pack of batteries ensuring that she would never feel lonely. Her clit was not going to be happy, but I would be happy if I made it home without having to go to the hospital with an erection that had lasted more than 4 hours.

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We made it home. I had pulsed the vibrator up to high whenever I got bored. I left it on high for over a minute at one point. She was panting, straining for breath -- I could hear her inhaling from the breathing tube and considered plugging it just for fun, but ultimately left her alone. She was getting close to cumming, the constant abuse on her clit getting to her despite her dissatisfaction with her current place in life, and I enjoyed her muffled moans before I clicked the vibrator off completely for the first time. Her moan took on a different timbre and I let her stew for a minute before clicking her back to low.

It was a great drive. I was only slightly distracted. I even decided to be nice at one of my rest stops -- I got out and flipped the suitcase over so that she was now laying on her other side. Who ever said I took bad care of my things?

I got home and rolled the suitcase down the stairs into Chloe's room, smiling as I remembered thumping her down the stairs at her dorm. "Room" was an...optimistic descriptor. True, it had walls and a floor and ceiling. There was a bed (ish), a place for water and waste, even several TVs and workout equipment. Chloe was going to love it.

My house was well removed from any community, I had almost 100 acres to myself; a successful software developer career had allowed me to live in relative luxury well removed from any neighbors. The stairs do Chloe's room were in my bedroom closet. The walls were mostly bare concrete. I had built it myself. Digging the hole, shoring it up and gradually expanding it until I had a large space. It was only slightly under my house, just about everything but the leading wall stuck out to the side, so I didn't need much in the way of support. It was a pretty large room, almost 60 ft long and 40 wide. I had been working on this room for over a year. There was even a crawl space wrapping around 3 of the walls where I had all the plumbing and electronics routed through.

The far corner held her bed and toilet. The bed was the only soft spot in the room. It was in a cage, and the mattress was firmly secured to the floor. I wasn't going to make Chloe sleep in the cage, but if she wanted to sleep on anything other than concrete, she would be sleeping in the cage. The A/C pumped into the room at floor level, blowing directly over the bed. I had a trigger in the door lock of the cage, only with the door closed would the A/C instead route to the ceiling. If she didn't want to sleep naked directly in front of the Air Conditioner vent, Chloe would have to climb all the way in and close and lock the door. Once the door was locked, it could only be unlocked if a button on the wall was pressed. Chloe had to willingly lock herself in to sleep, knowing that only I would be able to let her out. So much of what I was going to do with her was going to be intentionally her choice. The toilet was nothing fancy. It was tankless and had a bidet attachment for the front and the back. There was a dryer next to it.

Beyond just building the room, I had dedicated hours every week for months to come up with ways to torture and humiliate Chloe, never mind coming up with ways to get myself off with the use of her body.

I ran upstairs, showered, got a drink, and put on a suit. Guests should be greeted with respect and formality, after all.

I watched Chloe's face as she was let out of her tight confines. She took in her surroundings with silence. I reached behind her head and removed her gag then peeled the panties off her face. She had gone through so many emotions with regards to me over the past couple of days. Friendly at first, angry, hateful, and numbness all took their turn. This was the first-time abject fear took control of her features. I don't even think the near-drowning in the creek did this to her expression. At least drowning had an end. I think the enormity of her fate was coming to grips in her mind and she was almost petrified with terror.

I undid her diaper and cut the cord holding the vibrator in place. Chloe exhaled at the removal. Her pussy was bright red, the color standing out nicely against the pale skin of her thighs and the darkness of her pubes. "I brought wipes this time," I told her with a smile and cleaned her up. "You didn't say thank you." I said after I was done and struck her on her pussy. Once. Hard. Chloe yelled. Her poor pussy and clit had been abused for almost 7 hours and were beyond sensitive. I had no idea how much that would have hurt, but I got the impression it was a lot.

"You thirsty?" I asked. "Let me show you how you can get a drink in here. There is, of course, the toilet, but it doesn't keep water in the bowl, and the bidet only goes off when it's flushed. I'm monitoring the flushes and you will be punished heavily if you are wasting water trying to drink out of it. Come over here to the wall." I led her to a space in the wall with two handholds and a dildo jutting from it. "This is your drinking fountain." I told her, gesturing to the dildo. It had a hole at the tip of it. I was proud of myself and started to ramble.

"You know what a Raspberry Pi is? Just a really tiny computer at the end of the day, but you can do so much with them. There are several all around your room, monitoring and controlling different aspects of it. There is one that controls your drinking fountain. I'll admit, it's a little more complicated than the fountain we used in your doom lobby. Look at the handles. Obviously, I didn't have you here when I installed them but they should be reasonably easy to hold onto. There is a small trigger on each one. They both need to be pressed for your fountain to dispense water, like so." I gripped both the handles (huh, why didn't I make these dicks too?) and nothing happened. "There is a third requirement. Look above your fountain. There is a pressure pad there on the wall.

"Here's where that Pi comes into play. Your drinking fountain will only dispense water for 2 seconds at a time, then it requires a 2 second pause on the pressure plate. It's a bit unfortunate, but it appears that this drinking fountain will only dispense water directly down your throat while you are deep-throating it. I recommend you practice extensively to reduce the impact of your gag reflex. Other than your food, this is the only way you will receive hydration. Understand?"

Horror. Revulsion. Fear. "Yes, sir." Good. She was learning. Negative reinforcement was a wonderful thing. I needed to break her at some point to get her to the point where she craved the negative and positive reinforcement together.

"Let me free your hands. The only way you to open the door to this room is with a biometric scan. Your prints are not in the system. There's a fingerprint reader there - you see it over the door? Even if you are able to overpower me, I'm confident you are not going to be able to lift me high enough to get my fingerprint above the door frame. Don't do something stupid."

I released her arms and hands from their binding. Then after a moment's consideration, removed everything but her collar. It would be the only clothing she was allowed for a while at least. "Try getting a drink now."

She tried. She failed. "Come on, that's barely in your mouth," I mocked her. She was gagging already, with only the front 2 inches of the cock disappearing. "Let me help." I shoved her head forward. Panic (again) and gagging came from her. "You need to practice; you'll want to be hydrated for this next part. But at least you know how to drink now. Let's go to the shrine."

I started to steer her over to the indicated station and Chloe looked around at everything with wide eyes. "No, no, no, you don't need to worry about anything else in this room right now. We'll get to all that later. For now, we need to discuss our relationship, and we need to do that with you at your place of worship. Are you a religious person?" A head shake. "Well, you are now. Come. Get mounted. You kneel over it."

There was a Sybian on the floor, sitting on its own special pad. Fine, technically this was another spot on the floor where there was cloth. It was Chloe's Shrine, after all. It had to look nice. "Straddle this now. I'm turning it on." I didn't have any penetrative attachments on the machine, just a nub for her clit. I directed her attention to "these two spots on the floor? That's where your knees go. And behind them next to your butt, see? That's for your toes. They're padded a bit, isn't that nice? Scoot up, scoot up! There you go! Your pussy should be rubbing that piece in the front, yes?

"Stay there. Do not slide back. Do not dismount. I'm turning it on."

I switched the Sybian onto a low-medium setting. Chloe, as ever, grunted as her pussy was vibrated, with the point paying attention to her clitoris. "You are now a religious...thing. As we discussed before, you are not a person. Human, yes, but just a thing. And I? I have control over you. I control your life. I control if your life should end. I control your food and your water. I control your pain. I control your pleasure. I control your thoughts and your mind. I am you master. I. Am. Your. God."

She jerked her head up at the last and looked me in the eyes. I liked the shock in her eyes. "This machine you are straddling, the one that is rubbing your clit, the one that is making you pant, the one that is causing your body to respond in ways your mind doesn't want to? This machine is your High Priest. It is here to instruct in you the ways of worship. It is here, with your High Priest, that you will learn your mantras.

"Please look ahead at the screen." There was a large TV mounted on the wall directly in front of her; I pulled the remote from the top of it and clicked it on. A line of text was the only thing displayed. "This is your First Mantra. Please read it out loud."

Chloe was already starting to pant with the attention paid to her groin, but her rate of breathing increased as she rolled her eyes to me. "Please don't," she begged, "please don't make me do this."

I stared at her; my face hard. "Your god demands it," I growled, "and I WILL be obeyed."

Chloe started to whisper in a halting voice, pauses coming ever couple of words. "I am a thing, not a person. I only exist to serve my master, my god, in any way he desires."

"Great! But that was too quiet. And too slow. It should take you about 6 and a half seconds to say. Look above the screen, here." I pointed to what looked like a very large webcam. "Do you know what this is? No? This is a Kinect. It was made by Microsoft and sold with their Xboxes for a while, but it was hard to make games that used them, especially when not everybody who had an Xbox also had a Kinect. The technology behind them is amazing, however. It can see your body temperature in infrared, and it's even sensitive enough that it can detect your pulse. It also has just a normal camera and a microphone, but most notably of all, it has an incredible array of open-source software that various people have created. Let's bring our Raspberry Pis back into the conversation.