We'd been chatting for a few weeks, this Tumblr girlie and I, first in asks and DMs on Tumblr and then on Discord and Snap. Intense conversations, all of our deepest fears and fantasies, all of the dark shit that lives in you and you're afraid to share with a person because you know it'll make them recoil in revulsion. Her name was Jessie, short for Jessica, she was super into CNC, abduction, and stockholm syndrome, and I was falling in love with her over the internet. She was falling in love with me, too.
"I wish you could be here", I said as she simultaneously said, "I wish I could be there".
I can't explain why or how this next part happened. I'm not a fucking wizard, I'm not connected to god, I'm not in control of the matrix. All I can do is tell you what happened and what we understood about what happened, the how and why are not available at my pay grade, and I can give no advice on how to avoid (trigger) this happening for you.
I was standing next to my bed with my phone in my hands, typing a message to Jessie (we had just gotten off of 3 hours on video and were instantly texting again, because that's where our relationship was), when everything went fucking screwy. My vision swam and colors went negative and there was a silent sound that was like the sound check at a movie theater but not. It wasn't like the way the world glitches in the Spider-Verse movies, but that's what it felt like. Time stopped. I dropped my phone and it just hung there, in the air. Jessie appeared on my bed, sitting right in front of me, with her phone in her hand.
A voice that could have been the generic arrival voice at any airport in the world intoned, "Wish granted. Transfer protocol engaged. Subject will remain in new location until such time as their vagina is ejaculated in, at which point subject shall immediately transition back to their prior location. Message will repeat 3 times. Message repeats. Wish granted. Transfer protocol ..."
My brain went very fast while the world stood very still and that voice continued its announcement. Jessie had an expression of shock on her face, her mouth was hanging open, she was wearing a winnie the pooh onesie, her phone sitting in her hand. Her eyes were locked on me, but nothing else on her was moving.
"... repeats. Wish granted ..."
This was the third repeat. I had made a plan in the space of time needed for the second announcement. I don't know if I would have been able to do it if there had been time to stew about it or to second guess it, but I suppose it really doesn't matter. She had just been teleported here from her house 2000 miles away. Her phone had not had time to connect to the cell network here. There was no log entry in any database tying her to here, no reason to believe a woman on the west coast could suddenly be in the deep midwest, no logic behind it at all.
The third repeat finished and suddenly things started moving again. My phone hit the floor at the same time I snatched Jessie's phone from her hand. I pivoted a quarter-turn and slammed her phone into the footboard of my bed so hard that the phone folded around the wood.
"What the fu-", she started to say, and then I hit her in the eye, knocking her back onto the bed, and leapt atop her. It was super convenient that I'd gotten out a pair of handcuffs and a gag while we'd been on cam with each other, since the roleplay had suddenly turned very, very real. I got her hands restrained behind her back and sat on her while I strapped the gag around her head. I had to punch her a couple more times, which was way hotter than I expected, but I had 40 pounds on her and she'd drank a lot while we talked, it wasn't even a close fight.
One year later
Today was the last day of Jessie's breaking, though she didn't know that. Over the past year I had reformed her through means violent and cruel. She had gone from a kinky Tumblr girl with dreams and a future to a needy, dripping mess. Nearly always wet and ready to be used, edging constantly through the day, addicted to pain and humiliation, and desperate for my approval. The dumb bitch still had a tiny trace of hope that somehow, some way, she was going to find a way back home.
There was still this teeny-tiny part of her that dreamed of her old life and her parents and her friends. A part of her thought she could still figure something out that would get her out of her new life as a slave. To do that, to get home, she needed me to cum into her cunt. A year ago, when I first took her captive, I had made some modifications to her body to make sure I didn't get carried away in the heat of the moment and do exactly that. I pierced her outer pussy lips, eight times on each side, and put little hoops in all sixteen holes. With them all in, laid flat, they didn't quite touch their partner on the other side. I put a tiny golden padlock in the shape of a heart into every pair of labia rings. When I was done I had a beautiful little package, all locked up and safe behind a little golden line of hearts like a fancy zipper.
She had screamed and wailed when I did it and then every time she saw me for a week after. She never just ripped them out, she could have taken them out if she really wanted to. Her vanity and refusal to make her pussy ugly kept her from doing it so here she was a year later still in my care.
I went into the room where her crate was and said, "good morning, slave". She was asleep under the thin sheet I allowed her, but woke to my voice. I let her out and sent her to the garage and the Hello, Kitty toddler training potty that she was allowed to use. Early in her training she had really sucked at hitting the bowl of it and had had to lick a lot of piss up off the garage floor, but these days she was quick and efficient. She emptied her bladder, pulled the bowl out, drank it, and wiped it out with one of the baby wipes that sat next to it. Honestly I could let her move it into the house, but it was still funny to make her go out in the garage when it was freezing to do her business, so I didn't.
Once she was back in she did the rest of her morning routine. She got down on the floor to eat her kibble, a mix of granola and raw oats, out of her bowl. A lot of mornings I pissed in it while she was in the garage, but today I skipped it randomly. I purposely varied things to keep her from a sense of normality and routine. I didn't want there to be things she could count on.
"Go to the playroom and get into ready position on your back," I said to her once she was done with breakfast. This was a major change in routine, normally she did a half-hour of yoga and then a half-hour of cardio while I worked, and then back into her crate until a mid-afternoon feeding. Instead she had just been instructed to go to the room that I used to play with her sexually and to lay naked on her back on the bed that was in that room.
I sat and worked for another half hour or so and then headed back to the playroom. I walked into a room that featured a king size bed, which was not pushed up against the wall on any side. A St. Andrews cross was built against the wall on one side of it and a huge array of impact and electrical toys neatly hanging on pegs on the wall on the other side. On the bed was the girl, looking at me scared, totally unsure of what was going to happen.
