Vanishing Point Ch. 03 page 5

"That will be our, and my, pleasure, Sir. You have no idea how that order arouses me."

"I can see that, Mai-Lin. Your body and your eyes speak volumes about how you enjoy having 146 – Chloe, now – here."

"Thank you. I do, indeed, relish using her – Chloe - and stretching her and listening to her beg. 'Intimate violence' is how you described it the last time you were here. I have taken those words, and the sentiment behind them, to heart every time I get to whip her to the brink of orgasm.

He paced around the perimeter of Chloe's cage. His newly named prize sat in the center of the metal enclosure in Presentation Position, serene and relaxed in her pose and at ease with the blindfold over her eyes and the penis gag in her mouth. The headphones that covered her ears prevented her from hearing any of the conversation that was deciding her fate.

"How long has she had the clamps on her nipples, Mai-Lin?"

The Oriental girl looked at her notebook. "Two hours now, Sir. They were put on nice and tight, so her flesh is near the end of its endurance. Would you like for me to remove them now?"

"No, I'll do it myself." He positioned his hands right in front of Chloe's nipples, taking care to not touch her or give her any hint of what was to come. Then he seized the pair of silver clover-clamps and stretched her tits outwards and then without any hesitation popped them off her distended breastflesh.

Chloe screamed into her gag and the tears welled from beneath her blindfold. She quivered and shook like a leaf in an autumn storm, but she did not break her pose. And she did not orgasm.

He studied how she reacted and how she channeled and directed her pain inwards and how she drank it all in and buried it deep within her belly. It was beautiful to watch. She had been so close, but she had fought it off and had kept herself from tumbling over the brink.

"When was she last permitted to cum?" he asked.

Mai-Lin didn't have to look in her notebook to find this answer. "Seventy-five hours ago. A little more than three days. She was given the privilege of an orgasm when she was last gang-fucked. She was riding one man's cock in her cunt while she was fellating another man. And I was using the flogger and the cane on her ass. I kept her on the edge, sobbing for more than two hours, all told, before I whispered the magic words into her ear."

"Did you enjoy it, Mai-Lin? Hurting her like that? And you orgasmed with her, when you finally let her cum, didn't you?"

The girl lowered her head. "You know I did, Sir. I enjoyed doing that, very much. And yes, I did orgasm with her, while I was using the cane on her ass and thighs. My Trainer had given me permission to cum with her."

"Let's go over the rest of her imprinting now, shall we?" He lifted up Chloe's freshly enhanced breasts and reattached the clover-clamps to her dark-red nipple flesh. "She'll miss these if we don't put them back," he said with a chuckle. Keep them on her for another hour, and then pull them off again. Without letting her cum, of course."

"Of course." Mai-Lin licked her lips. "I think she should stay on the edge for at least another twenty-four hours."

"I concur. Oh, and attach a weighted chain to her clit-ring. I want the incessant tug of gravity to drive her nearly insane with needing what she cannot have."

"Consider it done. I shall attach it to her myself, Sir." Mai-Lin couldn't help brushing a hand over her nipples as she turned to pick up her notebook again and write down his latest instructions. "Now what other attributes would you like for Chloe Valmont to have?" she asked.

"Imprint her with a religious upbringing. A chaste, conservative basket of memories. I want her to be outwardly sweet and as pure as the driven snow. I want her to agonize over her need to be taken and used and stretched. Fresh and clean on the outside, and a masochist addicted to fucking and being used like a shameless slut on the inside."

"Oh my, we've never done one quite like that. This is something new, Sir. Virgin territory, so to speak."

He snickered at her use of words. "She won't be a virgin, Mai-Lin. But she will be monogamous on the outside. It's only when she's blindfolded and alone inside herself that she will be what we've created. I have something special in mind for this work of art that we are sculpting, this Chloe Valmont."

"Am I permitted to know what that might be, Sir?"

"You may, though you will regret asking that question, Mai-Lin."

Mai-Lin blanched and shrunk, suddenly smaller in his presence. His abrupt words clearly frightened her.

"I've arranged to give Chloe Valmont away, Mai-Lin. A gift, for someone I know. Someone I shall enjoy giving 'Chloe the Chaste' to. His name is Robert DuBois – an old rival of mine in business from long ago, who cheated me out of something that was due me. He is going to marry her – her name will be Valmont for a time measured in months, before that name is surrendered for her next one."

"Oh, my, Sir. This is extraordinary. It sends shivers down my spine, simply thinking about it."

"Poor Robert doesn't know a thing about Jean Bujold or about how Chloe Valmont has been created. And he will never know. But I've created her for him, and he will marry her. She will be his wife and his lover; and the chaste, good girl that her memories tell her that she is will belong to Robert."

He stared at Mai-Lin, savoring the way she responded to the innate wickedness of his plan. Her nipples alone were graphic testimony to the way his words aroused her.

"But Chloe the slut, and Chloe the extraordinary fuckdoll who is so addicted to being fucked and used that she cannot exist without what we do to her – that Chloe – remains mine."

He paused for dramatic effect, while he gently caressed Chloe's upturned face through the bars of her cage.

"I own this Chloe, and I intend to keep her. I will introduce her to Robert and play matchmaker for them, and I will dance at their wedding and toast their good fortune."

He twisted Chloe's nipples until tears cascaded down from behind the caged woman's blindfold. She mewed softly, but did nothing to pull away from the savagery of his assault.

"And I will savor the fact that I created this Chloe Valmont-DuBois every time I see them together."

Mai-Lin was overtly playing with her nipples now. Her arousal and excitement were palpable. She could barely contain herself, with knowing the fate that had been prepared for the woman who used to be Jean Bujold.

"And send her to Club eXtreme, now and again. She'll share a cage with Tai while she is there - when she isn't dancing, or being used in the Darkroom. She can earn her keep that way, until she is ready to be delivered to my dear friend, Robert."

"Certainly, Sir. Alice will be happy to see her again, too. But..." A puzzled look crossed Mai-Lin's brow. "Won't Alice remember her as Jean Bujold?"

"No, she won't", the man said quietly, as he crossed his arms behind his back and looked directly at Mai Lin. "Alice was created, too. And she can be altered at any time, and have that memory edited out of her existence."

Mai Lin's eyes went wide. "Alice...?"

He finished her question for her. "is Number 97." He paused to let his words sink in.

"Just as you were created, Mai Lin. You are Number 59. And you are going to be edited right now, in less than five minutes."

He smiled warmly at Mai Lin's look of astonishment. "You surely didn't think that you were real, did you, Mai Lin? You? After being here so long?"

The Oriental girl was trembling.

"You need to orgasm again, don't you, Mai Lin? It's been, what, at least five hours, hasn't it? You can feel it, stalking you, ready to tear into your flesh and devour you, if you can't cum soon. Isn't that right, Mai Lin?"

"Oh, god, please..." she whispered.

"Please, what, girl? Please erase me again now, so I don't have to know the truth? Or please fuck me and hurt me and let me cum?"

"Both... Please."

"One at a time, Mai Lin. First you will be adjusted. I had Tai delivered this morning, from the club. She will give you the tea today, as my special gift to her. And then you and Tai will be taking Ms. Melanie Farnsworth and stripping her and erasing her and branding her as 153 with her collar, and giving her the rings that will define her new existence. You may have the honor of doing her clit, Mai Lin, while Chloe massages her and Tai lances her nipples."

"Thank you, Sir."

"But of course, you won't know a thing about what I just told you, Mai Lin. You won't be here. You'll be someone else by then."

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