I see her before she sees me. A black woman in yoga pants. She is nearing forty. She is carrying a set of different Kombuchas to the counter. Her hair is tied up in a head scarf and as she walks towards the check-out her ass jiggles and sways behind her. She looks as if she works out regularly.. I stop what I'm doing and approach the counter, waiting for the moment we make eye contact. I already know what I'll see. When she does notice a presence behind her and turns it is as I expected. Her dark eyes widen, and her pupils dilate. Her face is beautiful, I know she will be mine.
I am a taker. There are a few thousand like me in the world. Through sexual subjugation I can take control of a suitably submissive individuals mind and body forever. I make their mouth, ass and mind my property. I then proceed to sell them or enjoy them as I like. I do very well for myself, specializing mostly in women but also occasionally enjoying men and others. Indeed prior to encountering the beautiful woman at the checkout, I was watching a video on my phone sent to me from a prince who is one of my most regular customers. One of my recent captures was swaying to the music ass in the air eyes on the camera ad mouth wrapped around his sizeable cock. I could see that he had pierced her pink nipples since the last video. "Whose mouth is that cutie" he said to his slave.
"Yooooos" she had crooned without taking her lips off his cock or her eyes off the camera.
I am well regarded internationally for my wares and my abilities. I spend my days waiting for a moment like this. A moment when someone suitable crosses my path.
Taking is not a rape or an assault. Rape is sickening, a crime against the soul. Rapists should be put to death. No, I can only take someone who is completely ready, willing, and excited, to move under my dominion. People who can be taken are rare. I would estimate that only one in every 5000 people has the capacity and internal desire to be completely taken. But when they enter my orbit, I can feel them immediately.
The woman looks down quickly after we lock eyes and then flits her gaze back up to see if I am still watching her. Of course, I am. I smile slightly and focus on reaching into her mind. Already I can tell how easy she will be to break, her consciousness is awash in anxieties, doubt, and repressed energy. She smiles back at me slightly, embarrassed. I imagine how good her velvet pussy will feel wrapped around my cock. I imagine how I'm going to make her moan as I break her apart. She steps out of the grocery store, looking once more behind herself at me. I watched her get into a blue tesla and drive off. I make note of the license plate.
For the next two weeks my team and I do our research. I have many people in my employment and under my control. Indeed, one of my earliest captures was a cute young woman who I found on the bus. She turned out to be a hacking legend and I have kept her on full time both for her ability to supersede firewalls and suck cock.
The grocery store woman's name is Monique Goldstein. Within twenty-four hours I have a full report on her, all of her passcodes, her desire tendencies, her past indiscretions. She is the second wife of Joseph Goldstein. Previously she worked as an adjunct professor of sociology at the University of California but stopped after her second child was born. Her husband is scum who cheats on her and both of her children are spoiled and largely ignore her. She spends her days while they are in school reading, cleaning, and almost daily watching the most degrading possible porn. She has a large group of friends and when they go out they get roaringly drunk and talk shit about their husbands. On one occasion she was picked up by the waiter at a fancy dining spot in West Hollywood and sucked his cock after he took her back to his small Pasadena apartment. Needless to say she is very unhappy in her current circumstances. On the day I plan to take her I flip through her search history and see that just a few hours previously she had been on Pornhub watching:
Spoiled bitch taught to walk like a dog
And
Uptight mom enjoyed by plumber
I smile already feeling my cock grow hard. I can see her through her bedroom window. The house is massive in the middle of the Palisades. From 10 am to 2pm every Tuesday and Wednesday she is home alone unless she has other plans. The gardener comes on Friday and the cleaning woman comes on Monday and Thursday. Over the weekend her shit bag husband and kids take up her attention and time. I say the code into my watch and the electronic lock to their door automatically switches off as does the family alarm and camera system. I crack my knuckles and walk through the front door. She is upstairs and I know these first moments will be important. Shock is critical in helping a person's true submissive self move to the forefront. The only thing I've brought is a dog leash and collar which I'll plan to use on Ms. Monique shortly. As I creep up the stairs I can hear her in the bedroom. She is singing softly to herself, maybe already drinking. I catch a glimpse of her through the door. She is wearing a thin nightgown, shaking her sizeable ass from side to side and swaying her whole body to some unheard tune. She is wearing her hair in a fro that moves with her gyrating body. I am reminded of a woman inside a snowglobe. There is movement all around her, she has so much vibrance and life and yet is trapped in an empty and frozen reality. I savor the image. Soon I will smash the snowglobe. Soon I will have her for myself.
I am very quiet and very fast. I steal up behind her and wrap one hand around her mouth and the other around her throat. Bringing her body into mine. She tenses immediately, uncertain, I can tell she thinks it is likely her husband and she reacts with a sort of quiet unexcited resignation. When I whisper in her ear,
"Hey beautiful, I'm about to break you in."
Her heart rate immediately skyrockets. I tighten my grip around her throat. This is important both to establish immediately and irrevocably that I am in control, but also so that I can begin to take her. Taking is a psychic and psychical process. The oil on my skin, my gaze, and of course my cum, all work to peel apart the weak layers of an inherently submissive person. Even now as I clutch her beautiful throat and move her ass back against me, I can feel her little whisp of a will starting to dim. As I said, I knew she would be very easy to break in.
