This ongoing sci-fi series will contain non-consensual elements.
Hogarth's words had been clear. I was to join him in the other room, so we could be properly reunited. There was no way to argue my way out, as he was my owner now. I would play the happy slave, and hide my true intentions. Somehow I was going to have to find my brain scans to restore my missing memories. He still had them, I hoped.
As I got up from my bed, I looked at my body in a mirror on the opposite wall. Hogarth had been right, I had mostly recovered from my malnutrition. The weight was back on, and I didn't look as pale or gaunt anymore. There were no clothes that I could see. I was to be naked, it seemed, except for my collar. I touched it and rather than metal, it felt more like a rubber coil. I wondered if it was more of a decorative thing.
I took a deep breath and walked into the main room. My sound of my bare feet on the stone floor sounded very small in the large airy room.
Hogarth was sitting in the middle of the room on an expensive leather chair. It looked much the same as when I was last here. Large, and sparsely decorated. He wasn't the type of man for art, or unnecessary things. A few pieces of functional furniture, and the grand view of the airless moon he lived on. Hogarth looked the same too. Old, bald, and with a deceptively kind face.
I walked towards him, but then he directed me to a small table that had a small box on top of it.
"Let me have a look at you," he said, sipping a glass of wine.
"I think I am back to my old self," I said.
He nodded.
"Physically yes, mentally, I'm not sure, I only met you a few times. I will tell you this, Cara," he said, taking a sip of his drink. "I don't usually buy slaves, but you are a very desirable young woman, if you please me, you could have a long happy life with me."
"I hope I can please." I had to wonder what the alternative would be.
"Open the box," he said, bluntly
As I took off the top I saw that it contained clothes. We shared a look which confirmed to me that he wanted me to out them on.
It wasn't so much an outfit, but a lingerie set. Black silk panties, a well cut black bra, and a very high pair of black heels. He smiled and sipped his drink as he watched me putting them on. They were very sexy, and the bra felt like it had been made just for me. It pushed up my breasts and gave me a deep dark cleavage.
"Let me see how you walk in the heels."
It had been a long time since I had to walk in a pair, and my legs felt somewhat weak due to my recent ordeal. I nearly stumbled as I paraded about for him, but soon found my footing.
"Very good," he said. "You have your poise back."
I started to wonder how long this was going to go on for.
"How are you enjoying your tits?"
I told them I liked them, and he said he had given them to me a long time ago. "I may increase the size. What do you think?"
I got the sense that this was a test rather than a real question, so I told him that whatever would make him happy, would make me happy.
"I was a little untruthful with you earlier," he said. "I told you that I got you cheaper because you were used goods, that was partially true. The real reason is that because you are an escaped slave."
"I didn't escape."
"Escape, forcibly freed, it's more or less the same. It's hard to trust someone after that."
"I don't know what I can say to make you trust me," I said, not liking where the conversation was going.
"It's not that I don't trust you, but once a slave gets the taste of freedom, no matter how unpleasant, it can be hard to shake."
"I came back, didn't I?"
He nodded, and told me that was the only reason I was still here. "Just so we are clear, if you do show any disobedience things will go very badly for you."
As he talked he started to stroke a ring that he was wearing. Suddenly I felt a pressure around my throat, it was my collar. It was tightening, and tightening. I struggled to breath, and I began to choke. He just sat there and smiled. Then as quickly as the sensation came, it went away, and I was left panting. It was a dreadful feeling that I didn't want to feel again.
"I have experimented with all sorts of discipline devices, mind control systems, and such like, but I have come to find that the simple things are the most effective."
He gave the ring another stroke, and again it tightened. Not as severely as before, but the pressure was there, and it sent waves of panic through my body.
"It can also heighten sexual pleasure too," he said, and then released it. "It's a bio-fibre wire, if it moves too far from my ring it will permanently tighten." He went on the say that it was powered by his body heat, so the same result would happen if the ring was removed, or if he died. The warning was clear and terrible. As a final warning, he told me that I should avoid cutting or even nicking the collar as that would also result in my death.
"Let's both pray, that someone doesn't turn up and try to free you," he said, with a smile.
All I could do was nod.
"Now we have got the unpleasantness out of the way, let's talk about your duties." He told me that in the coming days I would have time to properly sort out my appearance. Sort out my hair, paint my nails, and generally beautify myself. "Also, I think you are bright enough to assist me during my work, don't you think?"
It was music to my ears, and I nodded. That sounded like it would get me closer to my goal.
"You will also learn how to properly satisfy me," he said, and I nodded again.
He stared at me for a few moments, then drained the last of his wine. "Come here, Cara."
As I stepped forward, he shook his head, and told me that I should crawl. It felt somewhat humiliating, but I did as I was asked. The stone floor was cold on my hands, but I made my way slowly towards him. The bra kept my breasts from swinging, and I saw his eyes fixated on my cleavage. As I got closer he opened his fly and showed me how much he liked what he saw.
His cock was hard. I looked into his eyes as I kissed it. That pleased him, and I gently kissed it again. Like with Erdman I was going to have to learn to use my body to get what I wanted.
"You like that, don't you, Cara?"
I nodded and batted my eyelids at him.
"Tell me why you like it," he said, as he filled his glass again.
"Kissing your cock reminds me of my place."
He took a drink, and I could see he was enjoying my words. There was more of an ease about him, and the chair creaked as he relaxed into a more comfortable position. For me it was not so easy, as the cold tiles were biting into my knees.
I dragged my tongue up his shaft. "I like being on my knees." I licked again. "I like being in submissive to you." As I sucked the tip of his cock, I made a moaning noises. "May I fuck you," I whispered.
