Millionaire's Slave (Rape and Sadism Adult Fiction)

Millionaire's Slave

I opened my eyes suddenly, my consciousness was blank. Above her head hung a very bright chandelier, the light it emitted was as bright as real diamonds. Focusing the light on the chandelier, it made it look like bright stars in the night sky, occupying her entire field of vision.

When she found she couldn't tear her eyes away from it, she began to panic. Not a muscle in her body could move. She was so tired and weak that she could not even blink her eyes as she looked up at the chandelier.

Suddenly, a deep and charming male voice came from a distance. Maybe the sound wasn't too far away, but she couldn't even take her eyes off the chandelier to find the source of the sound. "I noticed that you are awake, that's good, it means the second stage is complete," he whispered.

Jenny tried desperately to remember what had happened to her, but she could not remember anything.

"Do you know your name?" the voice asked.

This is a very simple question. But as she prepared to answer, she found that her lips could not move. Then it occurred to her that she didn't actually remember her name. She thought. who I am? But there is no answer.

"You can speak now." He almost forgot that there was no command allowing her to speak.

"I, I, I don't know, am I sick?"

"I don't know, why? It's hard to make someone forget something, but I have a theory that if you take away someone's memory, you can give her anything. What do you think of this theory?"

She doesn't know. She didn't seem able to think much right now.

"It's okay, uh. Okay, good, I know you can't remember anything right now, do you want to know how I know this?"

"No," she said obediently. You she can't remember who she is? Where is she? A growing fear loomed in her mind.

"Because I ordered so," he said quietly.

He paused for about thirty seconds. "You know, you are my slave. You will do anything I tell you to do, without any questions or hesitation. Does that make you uncomfortable?"

"Yes."

"Okay, but you must do this, I command you. It's true, and that's why you can't move, take your eyes off the chandelier."

"Who am I then? Who are you?"

"Okay, I'll answer your questions in reverse order. My name is Randolph Hans, a reclusive, eccentric millionaire, as the newspapers describe me. I own an entire island. You are currently in my slave acclimation room. Because you are my latest prey."

"What about me?" she immediately asked about the thing she once knew and now wanted to know very much.

"You are a slave: Jenny Martin, an art student from the mainland," he said briefly.

Suddenly, something in her mind seemed to break through the barrier of consciousness, and she remembered everything about her previous life.

"You know I command you to forget everything about your past, or anything that might awaken your memories of the past." He said calmly, letting the girl absorb it all.

Memories came rushing back like a flood. She had sat at her computer reading her last e-mail, looking at the attachments sent by her online admirers. Then her world was dark until she woke up here. Then her world went dark until she woke up here.

"You know, honey, it's very simple. I'm Money, and you and I have been dating over the Internet via email for months, at least you did. And I've really just chosen my new beauty."

"Why can't I move?"

"As I said before, because of my order. Don't you want to see you completely belong to me as you are now?" He smiled cunningly, knowing that everything would surprise her greatly.

"What's wrong with me?"

"Naked. Naked. Completely naked. You see, I never allow any of my enslaved beauties to wear any kind of clothing unless I specifically order them to."

"But..." She started to speak and then closed her mouth again. She became frightened and uneasy. She became frightened and uneasy.

He noticed a blush on her face. He smiled triumphantly. He loved this process so much.

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Jenny was shocked. This was her worst nightmare. She wanted to wake up immediately.

wake up!

Go on, wake up, Jenny. It's just a dream!

Wake up, damnit.

"I am sure this is not a dream, dear, this is very real. Do you want me to prove it to you?"

"Yes..." she answered, then paused, "...no."

"Very good." He paused. "I want you to stand up."

Her body stood up before she could react.

"Look at your naked body."

. She looked down and saw that she was indeed naked like a fool.

"Now I will give you an order. I want you to stop all your thoughts from attacking me."

"No problem," she answered accurately.

"Put two fingers of your right hand on your labia and masturbate."

"No" she told herself, but before she could stop it, her right hand reached down and penetrated her labia.

"Feel your orgasm now. An orgasm like you've never had before. Higher and higher. Your body gets hotter and hotter. It gets so intense, the pleasure grows exponentially with each orgasm. But you can't orgasm to the end, not without my permission. Understand?"

All Jenny could do was sweat more and more on her body as the pleasure rushed through her body and mind.

"Feel it, take it, endure it, as you see. I can bring you back to this state at any time if I say the word 'orgasm'. Any time I say the word, you will be stuck in this state until I release you."

She was almost driven crazy by the waves of orgasm.

"You can be released now," he ordered.

She instantly reached an orgasm she had never dreamed of.

He waited until she calmed down and continued, "You see, you are my slave and you will do whatever I want you to do. You have no choice but to obey me completely."

"I know what you mean," she panted heavily. "I can't stop. I tried, but I can't stop."

"Do you now accept your fate as my slave?"

"No, I don't. I'm not a slave. Slavery is illegal," she protested.

"I'm the second richest man in the country, I can do whatever I want. No one can stop me, and, as far as the government is concerned, you're just a new employee of Hans International. Hired as resident art advisor. An outside name for slaves like you, but it keeps the bureaucrats quiet. After all, you're an art major in college, aren't you?"

"But I don't want to..." she said, and suddenly her voice stopped, and then every muscle in her body felt as if it was locked up.

"Ah, we don't talk about it. So from now on, you will call me "Master". You can only refer to yourself as "Slave Jenny". You have no other identity. You are my slave and you must obey."

He paused and asked, "What's your name now?"

"Slave Jenny," she blurted out.

"What about me?"

"My Master"

"What is the meaning of your existence?"

"Totally obey you and please you."

"Why?"

"You are my master and I must obey."

"very good"

Jenny couldn't believe she said that, she looked totally out of her mind.

"Now, dear, I want you to keep these in mind, and you must listen carefully... You are my slave. My will is your consciousness. My orders must be obeyed completely, and no resistance is allowed. You are an employee of my company, and you must swear to keep your job duties and everything that happens here secret. You can't, and don't want to, tell outsiders about this place, the things here, and your slave role here. You are very satisfied with the compensation I provide you for serving me, at least, you must tell outsiders this. You can't betray me because you don't have this freedom. Understand?"

"Yes, Master," she blurted out. Oh my God, stop, please! I want freedom! Help! Someone, anyone, save me! She screamed in her consciousness. But no one heard it.

"Now, I want you to come with me to the bedroom."

She caught up. Her legs seemed to be taking on a life of their own.

He led her through the vast mansion, past countless works of art and rare antiques. He paused in the kitchen. In the kitchen were two girls, about 25 years old. One has red hair like Jenny before. The other one is a blonde. They are all natural beauties. And looks better than her. Jenny developed breasts very late and was laughed at by both boys and girls, which led to low self-esteem and overeating. But her breasts have always been flat. . These are the memories she had while she was still on the merry-go-round. Now she felt she was a little plump and not sexy enough. She was never successful and she discovered late that no boys noticed her because of her "poor size" or "flat chest" and she thought she was too "fat". She later got a computer "to help fulfill her desires" but ended up using it only to chat with other people like her on the Internet. Jenny's desperate need for companionship, even virtual companionship, makes her an easy target for the psychopath. This frustrates her. Her life had brought her to this point. This made her life aimless and extremely depressed.

"This is slave Tongya and slave Deb. They are my cooks. Please introduce yourself."

"I am slave Jenny, and I am glad to meet you." She said without letting her frustration show in her words.

“She’s our new artist-in-residence.”

"Nice to meet you." Tangya and Deb said at the same time.

"What's for dinner tonight?" he asked.

"Very good, continue."

He waved for her to follow. Her legs followed involuntarily.

He led her into a courtyard. This is a beautiful garden consisting of many U-shaped courtyards, with many lifelike statues scattered among them.

As she got closer, Jenny realized that these were not statues, they were girls, just like her. They stood quietly on the base like statues.

"This is the bedroom. This is where all my slaves, including you, sleep. You sleep on your pedestal. But you are not allowed to move. You must stay like a marble statue until I summon you or you are scheduled to wake up at a certain time to receive orders. This order must not be violated." He stopped at an empty pedestal. "Please stand on it and hold your breasts firmly with your hands."

Jenny obeyed. Help! Who will save me! She screamed in her mind, but no one heard her, least of all her body.

"Orgasm" he said Jenny was almost overwhelmed by the orgasm in an instant, her whole body shaking violently.

"This is where you will sleep. You will remain in this position once you step onto the pedestal and hear me say "orgasm". After a while you will feel very tired and then you will fall into a deep sleep. When you have recovered, continue in this position until you are free. Now I command you to be a statue."

She found her body hardening. . Her vision went blank. She began to panic again, but the endless pleasure hit her consciousness.

But suddenly she found it hard to think, she was very tired. . Suddenly, she realized, statues can't think. So she stopped. She fell asleep. She is a statue, not a girl. It is a marble statue. Her master was always right.

He looked at his new statue. "Incredible," he said. "Looks like I'll have to get her to lose a few pounds. If she looks better, maybe she'll be worthy of being my wife someday."

He decided, she was the one, she had the passion. Creativity, to become his slave wife. And, of course, she had no choice about it. None of them.

His "housekeeper," a buxom blonde, approached him and reported, "Master, a ship has landed."

"I don't have permission," he said angrily. He likes order. So he lived alone on an island. He is the absolute ruler here. His will is the fact here, and this is the order.

"No," he thought for a moment, "I hope all the slaves will stay out of sight. I'll go see who it is, but be prepared to defend me with your life."

"As you wish, Master."

He returned to the room, waiting to see who was so bold. He didn't wait long. Soon the intercom buzzed.

He asked politely, "How are you?"

"Hello," a female voice said in a hoarse voice, "I'm sorry to bother you, but I'm looking for my sister. I'm sure she's here."

"Who are you?"

"Kelly Martin. My sister is Jenny Martin, an art student. I found her email to you."

He remembered. Damn, records are hard to find. I'll have a good chat with Sheila about her encryption skills.

"Come in," he pressed the door button of the mansion.

She arrived at the front door a few minutes later. He estimated her height. She was about 1.60 meters tall, with wavy red hair draped over her shoulders, and was wearing a plain white T-shirt and jeans.

"Hello, I'm Randolph. Hans."

"Hello." She replied anxiously. It's like an animal that knows there's a trap ahead but still can't help but come in. He thought.

He led her to the nearest living room. "You are Jenny's sister. She is a lovely girl and very capable," he began. "I saw some of her work on the Internet. Now we are meeting. I am a patron of the arts. I wanted her to come here and work for me. I have an attractive offer."

"Yes, I know that. It's on the computer" Jenny looked at him suspiciously.

I suggested that Jenny clear out those files. I don't think she took my advice. I think I'll have to terminate her contract. "Are you good with computers?" he probed. Maybe she can replace the suspicious Sheila. Sheila was involved in some of the early work on the slave-making program on the computer. But then, after a few years of work, he had to eliminate many of the errors. Simply because he couldn't allow anyone to participate who wasn't reliable enough. Maybe this girl is a hope.

"I understand a little." She said implicitly. "Can I see my sister now?"

"She's working on a project and can't be disturbed. But I can let her know you're here and ask her to call you when she's free." He tested her resolve.

"Okay, but I want to see her now."

"If you insist." He reached out and picked up two bottles of wine from the wine cabinet next to him. "Want a drink?"

“Thank you, I don’t drink.”

Sadly, medication makes everything easier.

"Okay, follow me. Let's go see her."

He led her to the slave conditioning room, which he called the "work room."

He let her into the room, "Ladies first."

He closed and locked the door. He closed and locked the door.

She panicked. "Ah, what? Let me out, what did you do to my sister?"

A voice said, "You will see her soon."

Suddenly the light illuminated the whole room. Colored lights flickered across the room. She heard a buzzing sound in her ears and a strange noise in her mind.

"Relax, honey, it's not painful," he said, turning on the subliminal recording and increasing the lighting effect to maximum.

Kelly closed her eyes. She grabbed the door handle and tried to open it.

Relax. Relax. . . . . Calm, serene, carefree. . . . . Relax. Relax. . . . .

But her mind was still restless. But her mind was still restless.

Relax. Relax. You start to get tired. . . . . exhausted. . . . . exhausted. . . . . So tired. . . . . Look at the lights and relax. . . . .

Kelly yawned unconsciously. Suddenly she became so beautiful and tired. She opened her eyes and stared into the light, how beautiful they were. exhausted. Tired of struggling, tired of thinking. exhausted. . . exhausted. . . . . You just want to sleep. . . . . Just want to hear my voice. You don't want to think, you just want to hear my voice. . . . . I think I have total control over you. Own you completely. Be my eternally obedient and loyal slave girl.

It made sense, she was tired and all she wanted was sleep. He could take away all her worries. This is good. Her mother always said she was too opinionated. He was able to take these away.

Lie on the sofa. . . . . . Relax. . . . Then go to sleep. Relax. . . . .

She slowly walked to the sofa and lay down on it.

very good. Now look at the light. Look at that light. Listen to my voice. . . . . Be attentive. . . . . listen. . . . . Then obey. . . . . obey. . . . . obey. . . . . You enter a deep hypnotic state and you feel very calm.

You want to obey me because it will bring you eternal peace. . So relax and fall into a deeper sleep for me. Feel my consciousness invading and replacing yours. Feel me inside you and feel how exciting it is.

The sound was so soothing, but she was so sleepy.

Go to sleep. But listen to my voice. You don't need to worry about anything. You don't need to think anymore.

Repeat, it is so wonderful, no stress, no emotions, no worries, no thoughts. . . . .

He continued the process until he was sure she was completely unconscious.

"Now honey, let me set you some ground rules," he said through a bullhorn. "I am your master and you are the slave. You are slave Kelly. You live to serve me and you will forget everything if I don't make you remember. You won't think of anything. You won't do anything without my permission. I am the supreme command of your mind, body, and soul and I own them. You have only the right to use them as I loan them to you. Got it?"

Kelly said vaguely, "Yes."

"That is not an appropriate response, Slave Kelly."

"Yes... Master," she said vaguely.

"Good, my slave, now smile, for you are very happy to have obeyed my command."

Kelly smiled, looking a little uncomfortable.

“I live to serve my master”

"Very good, I know you are an excellent computer genius, you will become a member of my harem slaves, now are you familiar with the sexual techniques to satisfy me?"

"My Lord, I will let you experience the happiness you have never experienced before"

"I hope so. I'll take you to meet your sister later. Are you happy that you two will be working together?"

"I will obey any orders from my master."

"Very good, you are an excellent slave, slave Kelly, you make me proud."

Kelly smiled happily. She pleased her master, and her master's happiness was her happiness.

She looked very beautiful standing next to her sister. He thought he had completed his teaching.

Things cycle.

Another slave was born under his control.

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