Ms. Sherry's Decision

[Zungur]

I thought that I already posted this series here, but it seems I was wrong.
Because the main character is a member of this forum I feel it should have a place here.
Many, many thanks to Chinadoll for the inspirationa nd her very substabtial contributions to the text.

The first dozen or so of chapters have a lot of text to go with it, because I used the story to explain the background of my 'Zungiverse' in which most of my other stories take place.
If it's too much blah blah, just enjoy the pictures

 

[Zungur]

"Good evening Ms Wang, come in please."

The door to the suite in the Hôtel de la Cigogne had opened as by itself after she had barely touched it to knock. Her heart was thumping, she knew that there might be no turning back if she entered now.

"This is it, Sherry," she told herself. "Maybe I should thank Mom for letting me get this hotel room. Well, perhaps someday." Still, she could not supress the trembling of her fingers as she closed the door behind her.

The lights were low and she could see the man sitting in a comfortable armchair, perfectly relaxed, watching her with mild curiosity.

He did not offer her a seat and there was no other chair so there was nothing to do but to stand there, feeling terribly awkward under his scrutinising glance.

"Oh, what a lovely dress you wear! I hope you will excuse my casual outfit, but it seemed appropriate for an informal business meeting in the evening."

"I, uh... th-thank ...... thank you..." she stammered. She had chosen her attire very carefully for the occasion, because this was most definitely not a little business meeting, but now she felt terribly overdressed and could not decide whether to thank him for the compliment or to excuse herself. Her insecurity made her cheeks flush and she hated herself for this. The little smile with which he mustered her made things even worse. Just as she finally decided to cut the slack and go right down to business, he took up a folder from the little table next to his chair and began to read aloud.

"Sherry Wang, undergraduate studies at the Taiwan National University, graduated with excellence. MA at Stanford University, again with recommendations. Since six months now PhD studies here at CERN with a scholarship ..." he looked up, smiling again. "Seems like a bright future awaits you Miss Wang."

"Stop reciting my resume. I want answers, dammit!" she snapped.

"Indeed, you do, but allow me to refresh my memory about who I am dealing with." he replied smiling away her angry reply and at the same time cutting her down to size, by demonstrating that she was not even worth to be remembered. The loaded sentence made Sherry uncomfortable.

"Your performance here at CERN thus far has been excellent, Miss Wang. Now, may I inquire why you asked for an urgent meeting with a member of what you call the ‘Inner Circle’?"

"Oh, you know what this is about! I saw the pictures! Watched videos!"

"Ah yes, you mentioned. I have to say it could be considered a serious breach of trust to hack into Prof. Amenz’ data files. Now, you found some juicy movies there. So what?"

"They're not just from some porn site. Oh no! It's all real! And, and you're in it too!" she almost shouted, her face reddening as she remembered what she had seen this man do in the videos.

"Oh my! Should I be flattered?"

"Don't you play coy with me! On top of all this, I actually found something even more interesting: You managed to create a breach! In space-time! You've been keeping it secret for God knows how long!"

"A break-through. How dramatic! I can’t remember to have read something about this in the monthly reports."

"You're not getting away with this! I got proof that you managed to open some kind of gate into a parallel universe of sorts. You can travel there and ..."

"Tut, tut, tut," his amusement seemed to grow with everything she said. This was definitely not going the way she had imagined, adding to her frustrations.

"So, you think you can prove that we are withholding some scientific results? And now? What do you want? Do you want to blackmail us? You want money? You want a promotion?"

"No-" she quietly replied. The way she said it sounded like she wanted him to understand something she could not make herself say.

"I'm sorry to ... you're talking too softly... can you say that again?"

She closed her eyes, swallowed, mustered all her courage and repeated, barely audible:

"I want to be in there. Become like those... those peop... those s-slaves"

His first astonishment had seemed genuine but he immediately found back to his patronising self-assuredness.

"So indeed, you believe that the place you have seen is reality. And even so you wish to experience this reality? Are you aware that, given that your ideas are correct, this would not be game? Not some kind of role-play? No safe words, but ... well ... just reality?"

Now that she had finally crossed the line, she began to feel more confident. Her heart still pounded, her fingers pressed the purse to stop trembling, but she was determined to go all the way. For the first time, Sherry finally felt her life now meant something.

"Listen. All my life, even when I was a young girl, I only wanted to... to be bound... tortured... humiliated... dehumanized..." She closed her eyes, listening to herself say the words, especially the last few. "Call me a privileged little rich girl. A weirdo. I don't care! I don't find any meaning in being groomed into becoming some kind of business heiress. I just... I just want to be tied up and... put on display... and used like some kind of... of thing. Not a woman, just a pretty-looking thing. To be enjoyed. There!"

"I see, Miss Wang ... ah no,” he smiled, “from now on Sherry will be more appropriate, don’t you think so?"

She averted her eyes and bowed her head low. Her back curved slightly forward, her spoiled brat posture seemingly gone.

"Yes, Sir."

"Well Sherry, look at this." he replied grinning, opening a drawer of the table next to him and taking out a syringe. "I can assure you, that you never would have left this room as something else but a slave, whatever your demands would have been."

Sherry smiled, counting it as a win, despite how she was told it turned out to be. In her mind, she got a great deal.

"But if this is what you actually wish for, it makes things easier and maybe even more amusing. At least for me."

He rose and stepped up to her, lifting her chin with a finger to look into her eyes.

"Take off your dress now, slave!" he said.

 

[Zungur]

With trembling fingers, she opened her dress in the neck slowly letting it glide down her delicate body.

He smiled approvingly, when he saw the expensive lingerie of gossamer-thin lace that she had chosen.

"Ah, you really dressed up for the occasion, didn’t you?” Then he grinned: “And you clearly expected to be seen like this, you little brat."

"I aim to please," she mumbled, barely audible.

"Now Sherry, let me give you an information, that will make your further life much easier: where you are going, slaves are not allowed to talk, unless they are ordered to. For now, we will suspend this rule, because I find our little conversation quite amusing."

"Thank you, Sir."

"Oh, you are trying to behave like a good girl. That’s nice. No, stop!" he ordered when she started to take off her bra. "You can leave this on, for now. Your shoes as well."

He walked around her, carefully inspecting her body, but not touching her. She felt terribly awkward as she felt him standing close behind her and instinctively she stood upright, and at first she did not know what to do with her hands. Then she placed them behind her head, exposing the tight musculature of her torso and well-maintained skin. Since she was a teenager, Sherry had always felt that her nearly-flat chest made her unattractive, and took great pains to improve her body image. Today, she hoped that whoever saw her would not mind it at all.

Finally, she felt the felt the tip of his finger at her neck and she flinched as if he had touched her with a red-hot iron, but caught herself immediately and tried not to move.

"A beautiful, elegant neck you have, Sherry" he said. "It will look so much better with a collar around it."

"Thank you, Sir" again was the only thing she could think of. No comment about her figure, in her heart Sherry felt happy about how he did not prioritise her chest.

"Actually 'Master' is the correct expression where you are going, dear" he replied, "but we don’t have to be so formal, as long as we are still here."

"Master," she muttered to herself, so she could remember.

"So, you think we found a way into a parallel universe?" he said, his mouth so close to her ear, that she could feel his breath. "Ah, how little you know, my dear. I will give you some information, because I think it quite amusing to send you there knowing all this, but you will never be able to use this knowledge. Indeed Prof. Amenz made the decisive discovery, but we did not just find 'a parallel universe' or 'reality', but an almost uncountable number of them. And the one you are going to, well, we actually made it."

He smiled, stepped away from her and opened a wardrobe. Taking out a long rope he turned to her again: "But we wouldn’t want to spend your last hour in this world only talking, Sherry, wouldn’t we?"

 

[Zungur]

“You are a good girl, so I suppose we don’t need any violence or force, even if I am pretty sure you would not mind. Am I right?”

“I would appreciate those things so much. Thank you, Master”

“Take your hands to your back, Sherry.”

Smiling he shook his head, as he saw how she crossed her wrists in the small of her back.

“No, not like this. The lower arms should be parallel. Don’t you have any experience with this? Never played around a bit?”

“Uh... uhm... not very lucky with boyfriends, Master. All of them weren't interested. Really sorry about this.”

„This world is so full of idiots! That’s why we needed another one. Don’t you worry, little Sherry, there will be a lot of interest in you, be sure.“

Sherry felt a tinge of joy upon hearing her Master talk shop with her, and for a moment she also felt that she must tell him something in her 'original' voice. Her posture straightened for a moment and with her head unbowed, she spoke.

"I'll be tied up for much of the time after this, right?"

He could not help but to laugh out loud: “Oh absolutely! Slaves always wear a collar, for one thing. And usually, they get tied up to prevent them from running away, as well as from being stolen. And naturally sometimes for punishment or to make using them easier ... but you have seen the videos, so you should know.”

Obediently she bent her elbows and he nodded approvingly: “Do you feel, how this straightens your back? Now your perfectly delicious little tits are accentuated much better. We will further improve this.”

Holding the rope double he touched one of her nipples with the loop he held in his fingers and immediately it turned hard and protruded through the thin fabric.

“Very pretty! But anyway, as I told you Marié Louise, that’s Prof. Amenz for you, in fact managed to create a ‘breach’. It happened quite accidentally but she immediately realised what it meant: she could get access to an almost infinite number of alternative realities. Now, this is naturally a very simplistic way to put it. In fact, there are ‘parallel universes’ that exist side by side, because they split up from a common ‘original universe’ at some point. And they split, when things happen in a different way and cause a different line of events.”

While talking he had stepped behind her and put the loop between her lower arms. She sighed, when she felt the touch of the smooth rope on her naked skin.

“Marié Louise’s discovery allowed her to enter such parallel universes at any point in space and time and to return again.”

“Any point in time? But that means ...”

“You are really quick! Yes, it means that we can also return into this universe at any point in space and time. The time machine, as well as teleportation, if we want to stay with the science fiction terminology.”

He started to wind the rope several times around her lower arms, she felt the rope secure her arms in place behind her back, effectively disabling them.

“So, you could go back in time, to change history?”

He laughed again: “That’s the first thing that comes to mind, isn’t it? But were would be the point if you know that all these different things already happened in some reality and you just can go there? And changing the history is not that easy. ‘History’ has some kind of momentum inertia of its own. What happened, when we stopped John Lennon to cross this street, on which he was hit by a car?”

“John Lennon was not hit by a car, he was shot by a madman ... oh!”

“See?” he smiled.

 

[Zungur]

“Anyway, except for a couple of tracks the reunion album from ’83 was quite a disappointment in most universes.” he continued grinning.

Sherry, too absorbed by the ropes gradually restraining her, did not even react to the quip, preferring to just let the scientist do most of the talking.

“But this is a good example for what we call the ‘inertia of history’. Each universe has its own momentum and it needs a lot of force to change its ways.’

With these words he suddenly tightened the ropes around her arms, then he slung them around her upper body, just above her breasts.

“It’s not as if each and every trivial decision of any person will create a new universe. Given the fact that myriads of planets exist in this galaxy alone, this would be exaggerating the power of the individual quite a bit. But even if it is not creating a ‘reality’, it is creating a ‘potentiality’. Do you know those toys for kids they call ‘stress balls’, put into a mesh?”

His hands slightly touched her nipples, as he wound another loop of the rope around her, this time below the breasts.

“If you press them, a bubble will appear, getting bigger, the harder you press. If you stop pressing, the bubble will shrink and the ball resume its former shape.”

With a little smile he observed how her nipples perked through the gossamer thin lace that covered them.

“Maybe I should have chosen another analogy. Anyway, one example is as far from reality as any other one. Just imagine a universe as such a kind of stress ball, its surface covered with lots and lots of little bubbles, that represent potential changes of history. Only if constant pressure, or added pressure that works in the same direction, is applied then the ‘potentiality’ will get bigger and bigger and might turn into a more or less stable ‘reality’ that has a momentum of its own.”

Again, he pulled the rope tight and fixed it behind her back.

“Well, we learned all this, when we started trying to manipulate realities. But naturally we first had to take some decisions and explore what we had found.”

Finally, Sherry broke her silence, unable to keep her thoughts to herself. She thought it might be the last time she gets to speak 'freely'. "But does this mean people can come there and make it look like they didn't go missing? I'd rather people wouldn't look for me later."

 

[Zungur]

“A clever girl indeed! Such a loss for science. You are right. We could bring you somewhere else, leave you there for as long as we want and then bring you back home right to the moment when we took you away. In fact, we do this very, very frequently. You would not even notice if I would take a break, spent a week of swimming on a deserted beach and come back. Don’t you worry, dear. As I said: yours is a one-way ticket and nobody would ever dream of returning you. Why should we?”

She felt that he was tying the rope behind her back into a knot, securing the tight loops around her upper body.

“But we are rushing ahead. I told you that some decisions were necessary, when Prof. Amenz made her discovery. First, she informed her partner, Dr Jackson and then some other colleagues and friends they thought trustworthy. Even if they did not yet understand the full implications, one thing seemed to be crystal clear: they would not, under no circumstance, deliver their knowledge through the normal channels. The very first politician who would get his fingers on this, would suddenly have almost ultimate power at his hands with predictably unpleasant results. And even if they would publish simultaneously all over the world, an overwhelming power would still be given to exactly the same people, who made a pretty mess of one world already. So why allow them to mess up billions of others?”

For a moment he seemed to think about how to continue with his talk or the rigging.

‘Try to lift your arms a bit, dear, I don’t want to burn you with the rope. You should be in good shape, when I deliver you, because now you are just a commodity, a merchandise, just a little lovely thingy with changing value.”

He stuck one end of the rope underneath her left armpit, winding it several times around the ropes that were slung around her chest and pulling it tight.

“The next thought naturally was to ‘save the world’ by correcting some things, because we are all such nice persons. But naturally we realised that by, let’s say, shooting Hitler, we would not save a single individual, because the inertia of history would make some other guy take his position. Even if we continued the pressure, and managed to eliminate nationalism and racism, we would still not save a single individual because we would create just another reality in which these things did not happen, while the other reality still existed.

Believe it or not, it was a great relieve to learn that we were no gods.”

He smiled, took the other end of the rope and repeated to tie the loops around her upper body under her right arm.

“We were not able to change a thing, but we could create a lot of new things. So, what could we do with our power? Because even if not godlike, we still held a power as no human being before. There were endless discussions. And in the end, the only reasonable answer that was left was: Hey, let’s have fun! Finances naturally were no problem at all anymore. I’m sure you will immediately see for yourself dozens of options to make billions if you were in our position. My favourite is having a nice swim at a prehistoric beach in Namibia and returning with some bags of diamonds, but naturally there are others that are much more lucrative. Very soon, through different foundations, we took financial control of CERN and made our position here perfectly secure. Then we started to scan other realities for more developed technology.”

Bringing both ends of the rope together again behind her back he pulled them tight and fixed them with a knot.

“Most often I don’t use such a tight rigging, but somehow, I have the feeling that you don’t mind, am I right, Sherry?”

Sherry winced a little, as the ropes cut into her flesh, then finally she spoke. "So, I can be... like..."

She took a few moments looking for the right word to use, but ended up just looking at her now mostly-restrained body, which she has deliberately given up to satisfy the whims of people such as her professor.

"I mean... like I'll forever look like this? Because of some form of extreme time dilation?"

 

[Zungur]

He paused for a second, then burst out laughing.

“Time dilation? Oh my, you should stay with your programmes, codes and computer models, my dear ... Ah no, apparently you will not stay with them” he said chuckling.

“But it is nice to hear that this little slave girl is already concerned about her market value.”

He took one string of the rope each left and right of her delicate neck to the front of her body.

“No dilations, I’m sorry, because we are not travelling at light speed my dear. We just sneak through the backdoors, so to speak. But obviously, if you transfer into another reality or possibility and stay there for a year and you return back into this reality just the fraction of a microsecond later, your body still will have aged for one year. Too bad, isn’t it?”

He stood before her, took both ends of the cord together again and, between her breasts, looped them around the ropes that surrounded her chest.

“We did not like this at all, I can tell you. What is the sense of power, if you don’t have time to enjoy it? And that was one reason to scout other, technologically forward realities for things that might come handy. We found most interesting little thingies, I can tell you, especially when it came to medical equipment. You know CT scans, right? They can scan your body and record it. In other realities we found body scanners that record down to atomic level and also the technology to correct anomalies on this level. They basically invented physical immortality there. But, no surprise, in most cases this proved to be a disaster. Anyway, we copied this technology and a lot of other bits from here and there. Now we all wear a controller in our body. Every three or four weeks, it automatically transfers you to a little possibility we created just for that, your body is scanned, the scan is compared with your original scan and your body is reset. Cute, isn’t it? Your memories are not affected, because after all they are just electrical loads within your brain, and as such very easily to be maintained. Bingo! And since you are sedated during the whole process, and returned back into the same moment when you were taken, you don’t even notice it nor does anybody else.’

Tying a knot, he created two ovals of rope that nicely framed her perfect little breasts, but tightening the bonds even more.

For a moment, Sherry thought this was just too good to be true. After that, she quickly decided it would not matter to her anyway. Despite her privileged upbringing, she had been led around all her life: all the hobbies and lessons, the degree, it was all just to make her a ‘good girl’ for others. But she herself had never felt good about it. Now she finally got a chance to serve what she believes to be her true purpose in life: to make the world more appealing with her presence.

In short, she always wanted to serve as a ‘decoration’, and now there was an entire world out there were she could be just this forever, and everyone would be able to appreciate this.

Again, she remembered the little storage device she brought in her handbag. Surrendering herself was one thing, but she still hesitated to deliver others into the hands of those slave masters.

 

[Zungur]

Meanwhile he had tied three knots into the two lengths of rope, measuring so that the upper one would be placed a hand’s width under her breast, the middle one underneath her bellybutton and the last on her mons.

Sherry felt her heart beating. She had dreamed of being tied up, she had longed to feel coarse ropes on her soft skin but the real experience was so much more than she had imagined. Her arms tied on the back she was already perfectly helpless in the power of a man she had watched in the videos punishing slave girls and using them to his pleasure. The pressure of the rope on her shoulders was a reality and the loops around her chest embraced her in a way that made her feel completely powerless but strangely save at the same time.

When the ropes that framed her delicate breasts pressed hard into the sensitive tissue she felt her nipples getting hard, protruding underneath the thin lace of her bra, a sensation that added even more to her excitedness.

“You see,” he continued his explanations, “Lousie Marie, that is Prof. Amenz for you, and her partner Dr Jackson always had some ... let’s say special inclinations that they lived out happily. They knew a bunch of people, who shared these interests and there were quite a lot of scientists and highly educated people amongst them. This was the start of what you termed so dramatically the ‘Inner Circle’. Even when they were just beginning to learn about their possibilities, they easily managed to secure enough resources so that finances are no longer of any concern. Actually, we are running CERN now amongst quite a lot of other things.

Considering all we could do and all we could not, the obvious solution was to create a completely new ‘reality’ that would perfectly suit our ideas, interests and predilections. An enormous task, naturally, but we had and still have literally all the time in the world for this project.”

Suddenly she felt his hands on her thighs pushing them apart a bit, in order to shove the ropes in between them.

“We did choose a time just after the end of the last ice age, good climate, no viruses and bacteria we did not know of, familiar flora and fauna and not many people around who could easily be included into our programme.

Then we started to populate the place. We wanted to create something really new, so we picked up people from very different times, regions and cultures. We thoroughly mixed them and released them in the wild.”

Despite the uproar of emotions her inquisitive mind could not stop to work:

“But you needed to abduct thousands of people, how come it was not noticed ... OUCH!”

He had pulled hard on the rope to tighten it firmly in her crotch.

"N-nevermind. I think I get it. I... hope to see them soon. Or, maybe..." Sherry blushed when she paused, thinking of what to say next. "Maybe they see me?"

“Be sure you will be seen, dear,” he laughed, “and meticulously inspected on the markets, when I sell you.”

 

[Zungur]

"But again, you are right, you clever little slave girl" he continued.

"We abducted thousands of people, but made sure nobody realised. There are so many catastrophes, you know? When hundreds, thousands of people die. Volcano eruptions like Thera, Pompeii and Krakatoa immediately come to mind, don’t they? Earthquakes that destroyed whole cities like Lisbon 1755 or the fire of London 1666. I'm sure you can add many more. So, we go there just before the catastrophe starts and actually rescue people, who otherwise would have died. And if you have any idea about history and the living conditions in most periods, we brought most of them to a world that was many, many times better than what they were used to."



He again tucked the rope firmly and started to fix it behind her back where her arms were bound together. Meanwhile, Sherry's mind raced with images of these long-gone people still thriving in, if this man is to be believed, a complete utopia. People she only read about in books at grade school who will see her in her naked, bound glory. A complete utopia, indeed.



"For the starting phase of our population project we made sure to pick people with certain skills and knowledge. As I said, we made sure to create a mix of many different periods, regions and cultures but with at least one or two English speakers amongst each group."



She noticed that her breathing became harder and her posture more upright, not just because she tried to lessen the pressure of the rope on her most sensitive spots, but also because she wanted to look perfect in bondage. She could only imagine what she looked like wearing nothing but a bit of lacey underwear and wrapped in ropes. But she knew for sure that this was what she always wanted to look like and she desperately wanted to be exposed like this to the eyes of people, masters and mistresses, who enjoyed such beauty.



"As a kind of joke," he went on, "in every spot where we dumped such a group of people to build a new settlement, we installed a huge black monolith, just like in '2001'. But our monoliths could speak! They told the rules for the new societies and they told them in English and one of the rules was, that everybody should learn this language. And they told them to forget all their ideas about religion, because the real gods that brought them here would speak to them through the monoliths. It was most impressive to see, how quickly even the most faithful fanatics were throwing all their former beliefs overboard once they actually could hear the words of the gods, got real answers to specific questions and well also some other proof ... did I mention that those monoliths also were able to produce a most impressive light-show... holograms, but also lethal lasers, lightning bolts, the good stuff? We did not have to use them often."



Sherry wondered if this light-show he was talking about could also include 3D holograms of her, again in all her naked, bound glory being shown all over the world. She shuddered at the thought of being exposed like this to a whole world, and her mind began to wander. Now, she really wanted to drag her family and friends into this and become some kind of bondage pantheon forever. Meanwhile, her professor stood in front again, leading one end of the rope left and right of her along her slender waist. It felt almost like a caress to her when he pushed the ends in between the two parallel ropes underneath the first knot that was right between her breasts.



"But now tell me dear, why do you keep looking at your purse there? I don't like when a slave girl is not fully concentrated on what I'm doing to her. Do I have to take measures to ensure your concentration or do you want to tell me what is inside the purse that keeps distracting you?"

 

[Zungur]

She bit her lip, hesitating for just a second

"I have a flash drive there, with pictures and contact info on my family and friends ... the pretty ones ... in case you need more of us.

Everything you need is in the bag, even suggestions on how to ... er ... get them."

"What?" he exclaimed, standing back for a moment and shaking his head in disbelieve."

"Are you telling me, you not only come here deliberately giving up your freedom for a life of slavery, but in addition you also want to deliver your friends and family to us, turning them into helpless objects of their master’s wishes, subject to abuse, punishments, pain and humiliation?"

“I have my fetishes, some of them involving ... these people ...” Sherry said, for the first time with a tone of genuine embarrassment.

Smiling he noted her discomfort: “But why for heaven’s sake?”

“Check the photos, you’ll see. I coded a little application so you can search and browse, look at stats, so much data! Also vacation pics, like at a pool or on the beach!” she sounded giddy, though probably more about describing the effort she put into organising her friends’ and relatives’ social media photos.

He shook his head again, chuckling.

“You put a lot of effort into delivering those people into slavery I have to say. It seems rather important for you. But just because you enjoy to be bound, dominated and – if I guess correctly – made to feel pain, you also want the people that are dear to you to feel the same? Even without any evidence that they share your predispositions?”

“So, at first, I kind of just wanted to indulge in my kinks, but after all you told me about this ... this other place, well, I really wish they should be brought there. Sure, they’ll be ... er ... in bondage for most part, but better that, than grinding to pay the bills, you know.”

“Living in beauty and pain ...” he mused grinning. “You certainly seem to be a very special case, dear. And quite the nasty brat, I have to say, one that will most probably feel the whip quite often.”

He again stood very close behind her, leading the ropes through the loops created by the knots on her belly. When he pulled them tight, a nice pattern of diamonds appeared at her front. All the ropes got much tighter in the process cutting into the flesh of her arms and breast and restricting her whole upper body firmer than any tight jacket, without concealing her beauty.

“Well, we will look at your files you sneaky, treacherous little slave and if some of them fit our purposes ... why not.”

“Oh yay!” Sherry exclaimed with childish glee.

“But don’t expect a big family reunion in some cosy dungeon. They most probably will be distributed all over the world and maybe into different periods as well.”

He fixed the ropes at her back, pulling them even tighter.

Sherry’s heart thumbed as she processed her thoughts about all she had heard so far.

“I ... I’m sure they won’t mind too much,” she finally responded.

"And I’m very sure nobody will care about their feelings once they have been brought over there,” he replied dryly.

But back to topic: for the first generations of our new settlers we increased their lifespan only a little, but simple rules of hygiene, good food and the absence of most kinds of diseases and government led to a rapid growth of population. We did not extend their lifespan for too long though, because we wanted to create new civilisations, without a memory of the world they came from. Just four or five generations did the job perfectly and, being not allowed to keep records but provided with the ‘lore of the monoliths’ the knowledge of their origin faded quickly. We constantly added new settlers, but now they were placed into functioning societies and adapted quickly. Only when we were sure that we had thriving civilisations in several parts of the world we increased the lifespans ever more until at some point of time we had to turn down the fertility rate severely, to avoid over population. We like to have a wide world with a lot of space, so we keep population at a level comparable to the time of the Roman Republic or Qin Dynasty. That is about 300 or 400 million. Some real big cities, quite a lot of smaller ones, countless villages but lots and lots of empty lands.

They were free to organise themselves, so you get all different types of rulership and state organisation, tribes, kingdoms, republics, whatever you want but all with the same language, because this makes it much easier for us, and no religion except for the monoliths, that interfered only if things went really wrong."

While he was talking, he stood close behind her, his hands first resting on her delicate shoulders, then starting to wander over her upper body, tracing the ropes and now and then brushing her nipples. He pressed his hips against her buttocks and she could feel his excitement.

"Without surprise, they nowhere developed some egalitarian paradise but all the well-known structures of power and oppression were soon to be seen again. Since most of the original settlers came from societies in which slavery was an undisputed fact of life, naturally it is found in all our new societies, albeit with some regional differences. It seems a definite fact that human beings tend to be cruel to each other."

She felt his right hand withdrawing only to appear again holding a penknife. Her eyes went wide and she sucked in her breath as he slid the flat side of the blade over her nipple. Then he used it to cut a hole into the lace of her bra, exposing her left breast. For a while he softly moved the razor-sharp blade over her sensitive skin, playing with the cold steel around the erect tip of her tit.

"And there are always those, who use others at their will."

 

[Zungur]

Suddenly she felt being pushed towards the window and almost fell down. She was not yet used to hold her balance with her arms tightly fixed behind her back.

“Have a good look at this world, dear. Soon you will see another one.”

She realised that she was standing at a window facing the Place de Longemalle right in the centre of Geneva, wearing nothing but underwear. Very pretty underwear, but now it was torn and cut, exposing one of her tits. And, as everybody could see who cared to look up, her body was tied with coarse ropes.

The man behind her laughed as he felt her shuddering.

“Don’t you worry dear, this is Switzerland, nobody will disturb us. Those who happen to see you, will be so civilised and well-mannered that they will just pretend there’s nothing out of the ordinary.

See, this young guy down there, he almost tipped over his own feet, when he saw you. But now he is scurrying along with red cheeks, as if nothing happened. But I’m sure the little weasel will be wanking the night away, with your picture in mind.

Sherry shivered with excitement at the thought of somebody thinking of her that way. At work, she usually gave the impression of a cold, humourless foreign woman. That version of herself is definitely not here now.

His hand pushed her against the window glass, while he made sure the curtains were out of the way.

“But where did we stop, ah yes, I told you that after some generations the inhabitants of our little reality had almost everything forgotten about their origin. We extended their lifespans just by regular medical means, because we wanted them to breed. If your body gets reset every few weeks, naturally this won’t happen. When the population was above 20 or 30 million, we imported much less people, who quickly were integrated into the now existing cultures. Finally, when the planet was settled as far as we thought feasible, we collected each and every one and implanted controllers, granting them theoretical immortality. We were aware that having the chance to live for a very, very long time would change the cultures enormously. Some of us, especially those who believe in technical solutions, even hoped that such a long life would seem so precious to them, that violence and war would become obsolete.

Well, coming from the humanities I was less naive, but even I was astonished:

When people realised, they would not die, unless they were killed in a fight or by an accident or hard labour the social stratification quickly got much stricter. People who were powerful immediately employed violent people to protect them from the violence of others. And they oppressed powerless people in order to make sure that hard labour was done by them.

Rising to the level of society in which one could feel save was only possible by putting one’s life at stakes by fighting.

Sherry wanted to add her input, but she felt she should let the man finish before she said her piece.

Soon most societies, regardless of their kind of governance, were basically build up by a small elite, trying by all means to prevent others to rise up, a larger middle section of people striving and fighting to become part of the elite and an ever-growing mass of slaves.

Wars became rather common, because they served to protect the elites from competitors or offered middle class people the chance to get rich enough to become part of the elite. One of the easiest was to become rich was to enslave other people.”

Shuddering Sherry realised that her ideas of making the world a better place by serving as a sexy goddess to be used and venerated by all, where nothing but silly thoughts from a girl with an extremely weird case of the ‘bondage hornies’. She would be just one amongst hundreds of thousands serving their masters. But at least she would try to make her master’s life better.

Unaware of the exact nature of Sherry’s thoughts, but smilingly noticing the shivers running through her body, the man continued:

“The whole process was even accelerated by the fact that women did no longer become pregnant. It did not take long until some clever bastard discovered the controllers and the fact that removing them, would change this. So, with a little surgery people were still able to multiply. And again, it was the women who paid the price: once the controller is removed, a person ages in a normal way. If you put it back in, at some point of time you are taken and your body is reset. Don’t ask, what happens if you get somebody else’s controller implanted. Let’s just say that the result is very messy. If the controller is alright, your body gets reset, but not if the changes that happened to your body in the meantime are too severe. That’s why the reset procedure is repeated so frequently. If someone cuts off your arm or your leg, or even small parts like your nose or an ear, the resetting process cannot mend this. And all the changes that happen in a female body during nine months of pregnancy are too grave to be cancelled. If such changes are detected a new scan is taken that from now on will be used as a reference. Effectively this means that all women are aging during the time of their pregnancies.

When all this was found out, most women of the elite and even the middle classes got very reluctant about the idea of having children.

In the end, the introduction of ‘immortality’ lead to quite a dramatic population decrease, that we had to counter by importing more people. Some of the team were pretty frustrated by this, especially those with a background from natural sciences, who still had had dreams about creating some kind of ‘ideal world’ with the use of technology. Some of them retired to their own little AU’s, that is ‘alternative universes’ as we call small private possibilities. I, like most others just enjoyed the endless opportunities our reality offered. As we needed to import more people, we decided to carefully chose those who would suit our purposes best.”

Sherry flinched when she suddenly felt the tip of his tongue softly touching her ear, then wandering down along the side of her neck to the shoulder, where he kissed her skin right next to the ropes that were pressing into her flesh.

“Believe me, Sherry, it is so much fun to find the right candidates for this, and to hunt for them became my favourite pastime.”

 

[Zungur]

He took her by the neck and pushed her against the window glass.

“Open your legs, slave! Take your feet apart!”

She hurried to obey, but he was not satisfied.

“Further apart!” he ordered and his flat hand slapped hard on her firm little bum.

It was the first time a man beat her, and it felt much worse than she had anticipated. Sherry's face distorted when the sharp sting registered in her brain. Is this what she really wanted? She found it hard to answer: her body said ‘no’, but her mind said ‘yes’.

“That’s good now,” he opened the curtains even more, “Must be a pretty view from down there. Don’t close your eyes, stupid bitch!” Again, she felt his hand slapping her buttocks. “Try to make eye contact! People should be aware that everyone can use you for fun.”

She tried to obey, but whenever she caught the eye of a pedestrian on the square, he or she quickly looked away, pretending not to see. Sherry felt very confused, and to some extent disappointed. She thought she would cause a scandal.

“I told you,” he commented chuckling, “people just tend to ignore anything that is out of the norm.”

And now again she felt his hand on her bum. But this time it was not hitting her. He placed it firmly on her flesh, then slowly shoved it down and cupped her pussy. Her legs trembled but she did not dare to close them. Sherry wanted more pain, then realised she did not have a say about it anymore. The moment she let herself get into this situation, she was nothing more than a piece of flesh with great skin. This thought made her shiver.

“As I told you, we had keep importing people constantly to keep up the population. There are lots of slaves from local origin. Quite a substantial part of the overall population. But, as humans are so different, many of them are just good enough for hard work. Most of the time they accept slavery, because they don’t know different and if there are revolts, they are supressed very quickly and violently. If slaves happen to be freed by their owners, as is possible in some of the cultures, they usually tend to become slave-owners themselves. The institution of slavery is never questioned.”

He released the pressure of his palm on her pussy but now she could feel that two of his fingers pressed between the parallel lines of rope forcing them apart, which increased the squeeze the ropes inflicted on her clit. One finger lingered on her anus, the other moved forwards and backwards along her slit, separated from her skin only by the flimsy fabric of her panties. Once more, she wanted to him to pick up the pace, then her mind filled up with thoughts reminding her how she no longer had any say on how these things turn out. Sherry was a slave, property to be used as seen fit.

“To keep up the quality of slave material we carefully did choose who to import. Naturally we picked the real beauties, female and male. But physical appearance was not the main problem with local slaves. Actually, our initial policy of mixing people of many different origins produced very good looking and attractive offspring. There is the same phenotype of humans all over our world, what is idiotically still called ‘races’ here, does not exist.

People with a distinct ‘African’, ‘European’ or ‘Asian’ appearance like you are considered rather exotic indeed, or sometimes outright ugly. But there is a market for everything.

Much more important than the physical appearance is the psychological disposition for submissive behaviour. The percentage of individuals who are really suitable for slavery or even enjoy it regrettably proved to be more or less the same than here. Thus, we had to find ways to increase the rate of high-quality slaves by importing.”

His probing fingers increased their pressure on her orifices.

“Well, this pretty underwear of yours is becoming a nuisance, don’t you think, dear?”

With his left hand he used the swiss army knife again to cut the side of her panties, then dragged the fabric aside from underneath the ropes.

“Ah, now finally she is there,” he suddenly exclaimed.

“Time to say ‘Hello’ to Prof. Amenz, Sherry. Look over there, across the street, the second window to the left!”

He pressed her head against the window glass, pointing into the right direction. In a window in the opposing building Sherry could recognise the lean figure of a dark-haired women.

Without letting her head go, the man suddenly jerked hard on the ropes that went through Sherry’s crotch. She couldn’t help to cry out.

“That’s fine, you are a good girl.” The man smiled, “just the kind of ‘Hello’ one wants to hear from a slave like you.”

Sherry looked at the woman with horror. Clearly, she recognised what was going on inside the room. Now Sherry knew how it felt to be looked at, her nakedness exposed for a stranger's enjoyment. The woman in the window obviously was not able to hear her little scream but clearly saw the expression on Sherry’s face. She smiled, rolled her eyes as if slightly amused and disappeared behind the curtains.

 

[Zungur]

He still pressed her face against the window, while his fingers probed deeper into her soft flesh. „We were facing the problem how to find good slaves, natural submissive sluts like you, and guess what? They just can’ stop to shout ‘Hello, here I am!’, believe it or not.”

His middle finger slipped deeper. Sherry felt herself losing something which she could not quite figure out. She felt the hard glass mashed against her cheek while her colleague's fingers explored her insides. She might be tied up but she probably would not get out of her predicament even if she was not. It was not a feeling of weakness either, as she clearly had more than enough strength to bolt right back into action. It was as if she no longer wished to do anything except let her body feel all the sensations it was experiencing and nothing else.

“At least in the realities and possibilities that invented something like the internet. Hundreds and thousands of sweet girls and ladies who just can’t help to tell all the world what they are: not just on the usual kinky dating sites, oh no! But all kinds of forums, where they publish stories and poems or even lewd pictures and drawings!”

He pressed a second finger between the ropes and into her.

“Does this ring a bell with you, Sherry?”

She heard her name, but the rest of the words seemed like a bunch of random sounds to her ears. Her head was turned to the side and her eyes stared directly towards the edge of the window. She felt she should respond, but the professor had been talking as he played with her naked body for what seemed like an eternity. Something about the conditions of the other world. She clearly was very interested until the moment when she suddenly became almost ... like a china doll. She closed her eyes, thoughts focused on that, and she was flooded with a feeling of accomplishment. Sherry exhaled, almost smiling.



“With all our resources it is the easiest thing to get all kind of information about such people. And, when I have to spend time in this otherwise rather shitty place, I love to check them out and put them on the list. Well, I check out the girls at least and leave the boys for others.”

Her thoughts drifted through her memories. When she was a child, she watched a cartoon where a buxom lady was caught by some villains and was tied to a chair. While most of the show was about how the superheroes came to rescue her, the idea of an attractive woman in bondage made the young Sherry feel excited. It was all she thought about and she even figured out how to use the video player so she could replay the scene over and over.

She had begun to fantasise about the women in her life experiencing similar things, her teachers, friends, and even her relatives. When she grew older, with the internet becoming more accessible, her fantasies turned to more sexual and violent affairs. She daydreamed epic-length episodes with every conceived contrivance to justify the despicable things done to the women in her thoughts, especially herself. However, she played her ‘nerdy Chinese girl’ routine so well that nobody knew about how she truly felt when she was looking at an attractive classmate, or when she came across an abandoned building.



“When the merchandise is earmarked, they will be picked up at a convenient moment, sedated, scanned and delivered to some places in our world. We have contracts with local traders who collect them and bring them to the markets.

The expression ‘New Girl’ even turned into something like a luxury brand, standing for slave material with high potential and accordingly rather highly priced.”

Suddenly he withdrew his fingers.

“But don’t think you will be something special there. You will have to prove your value, otherwise you will find yourself sold at a loss or just disposed of in no time.

Competition is sharp there! There are more than enough pretty, ambitious girls, some of them even highly trained at special facilities.”

Sherry's mind snapped back to reality, as soon as she felt the fingers go away. She wanted to say something again, but she also thought of the prospect of being disposed of. Her heart pounded heavily, not out of fear but of the possibility of experiencing her darkest fantasy. To suffer the ultimate humiliation as punishment for failure overwhelmed her mind with images of crucifixions, hangings, and every manner of violent death as an example for others to not repeat her mistakes. For most people, this grim prospect would elicit a sense of dread and despair, but for Sherry it meant she was getting favourable outcomes either way.

Now she almost couldn’t hide her smile, she thought of looking away so her professor would not see her bizarrely hopeful expression.

His hand around her neck jerked her back from the window and pressed her down.

She saw that he had opened his zip and had his cock in hand.

“And now let’s see whether you are really worth all the trouble!”

 

[Zungur]

As Sherry was forced on her knees, she realised that the man she knew from the laboratories and meetings was much stronger than she had expected, even after she had seen him handling slave girls in some of the videos.

“On your knees, slave! You will be allowed to please your master,” he said with a smile, but she clearly sensed that he was extremely aroused by now, almost trembling with desire.

His dick was hard and on the tip of its swollen knob a little pearl of moisture bespoke his greedy anticipation.

The smell of her colleague's throbbing member was strong, her pretty Asian nose so close to it. While she had indeed had a ton of practice with more than her share of men, she only did so in a ‘normal’ context. This was her first time after surrendering herself, her body in tight restraints, rendered immobile and helpless. Her mind, seemingly compelling her to open her mouth to be of use to this fabulous thing standing in front of her, in dire need of comfort.

One of his hands grabbed her hair and pulled her face closer.

Sherry clamped her lips tight, and her tongue gently rubbed against the bottom. He did force himself inside her mouth like she thought he would, but it was a firm and steady push until she felt the tip reach into the back of her throat. Her nostrils flared, as her lungs compelled her to gather more air.

“Ah, those are nice tight lips!”

He pushed his cock deep into her mouth, giving a sigh of content. Then he started to move it to and fro, holding her head firmly in place.

Unlike with her previous dalliances, a pair of big, strong hands did the bobbing for her while Sherry was used to control the pace herself. She realised, of course, that by giving herself up to this man and the strange yet exciting world he created, she had also given up her ability to do that too. While there have been more dominant or controlling men before, she was still a partner to them. This time, she is nothing more than a hole to place someone's penis in, which happens to be in an attractively-shaped piece of flesh and skin. This particular thought made her somewhat nauseous, but also made the fire inside her burn brighter.

“And so wet already!”

He pulled out of her, causing a flush of saliva dripping over her chin, some of it even dribbling down on her breast.

She barely noticed her own fluid clumsily drip along her chest. Once she did it gave her a peculiar sense of contentment. Her body heaved, gasping for much needed oxygen, she thought she did a fantastic job pleasuring this man. She did not expect his hands abruptly pushing her back down, quicker this time and more callous.

Again, he shoved his dick into her mouth, now fucking faster and deeper.

“Come on, you lazy brat! Use your tongue and suck! If you can’t do better than this, we will have to sell you of for a bargain.”

Sherry thought she was doing well, her mind raced for whatever factor she missed, perhaps she did not press her lips just the exact way, or her tongue probably did not flick enthusiastically enough to please him. She felt desperate trying to find her mistakes so she could meet his standards and match them, then she realised that his standards were only as high as he wanted them to be. For the first time in her life, she felt afraid of what he would do to her if he felt she did not please her for even just a moment, and that she truly had no control over anything that happened now. On a whim, she can be sold off, or disfigured, or demoted to menial labour, or executed. A tinge of sadness shot through her chest, and she felt her tears building up in her eyes, then the sadness turned into arousal. This was exactly the thing she wanted, what made her feel excited in her daydreams: the loss of personhood and reduction into an object.

“You’ll need a lot of practice still! You should have used your time for other things than just work and drawing kinky cartoons.”

Despite his words she could feel how exited he was, even if he considered her efforts of rather low quality. Then it suddenly registered what he had said. He obviously knew about her ‘secret life’, drawing and posting pictures on art sites under a pseudonym. Her cheeks turned red in embarrassment and he immediately noticed her reaction.

 

[Zungur]

“Yes sweety,” he told her, while still fucking her mouth, “naturally we know about this. You were targeted, my little slave girl. How do you think you got this scholarship here?”

He laughed when he sensed her embarrassment.

“You really think we did not realise you trying to sneak out the ‘secret’ files? You were just seeing what I wanted you to see, my dear. I played you all the time, right into this hotel room.”

Sherry wanted to answer but was overcome with a great urge to remain in her place.

With her professor’s cock moving back and forth inside her mouth, her lips just wanted to press down even as her mind processed the words she just heard.

Unable to di much else, with her body seemingly moving on its own, she looked at him with pleading eyes and let out a long womanly moan.

He seemed to enjoy his little mind game as much as her lips around his cock. When he realised her reaction on this revelation, he started to press his dick faster and deeper into her mouth, just to underline her position as a toy he could use at will.

Sherry’s brow furrowed at the sudden change of pace, but she was determined to never lose her poise.

If she was fated to become a literal sex object all along, she thought she might as well excel in it.

She moved her tongue to massage the bulging organ inside her mouth as tightened by sucking a bit of air in, effectively wrapping the penis in a warm and wet enclosure.

“We ... oh wait! No! Not that quick ...” he suddenly stopped to push an pulled back her head so that his member popped out of her mouth.

But it was too late. A load of semen shot out of his knob right into her face.

He groaned as the orgasm shook his body and his hands in her hair cramped.

 

[chinadoll]

keep 'em coming~! heh heh heh

 

[Emarukk]

As Sherry was forced on her knees, she realised that the man she knew from the laboratories and meetings was much stronger than she had expected, even after she had seen him handling slave girls in some of the videos.

“On your knees, slave! You will be allowed to please your master,” he said with a smile, but she clearly sensed that he was extremely aroused by now, almost trembling with desire.

His dick was hard and on the tip of its swollen knob a little pearl of moisture bespoke his greedy anticipation.

The smell of her colleague's throbbing member was strong, her pretty Asian nose so close to it. While she had indeed had a ton of practice with more than her share of men, she only did so in a ‘normal’ context. This was her first time after surrendering herself, her body in tight restraints, rendered immobile and helpless. Her mind, seemingly compelling her to open her mouth to be of use to this fabulous thing standing in front of her, in dire need of comfort.

One of his hands grabbed her hair and pulled her face closer.

Sherry clamped her lips tight, and her tongue gently rubbed against the bottom. He did force himself inside her mouth like she thought he would, but it was a firm and steady push until she felt the tip reach into the back of her throat. Her nostrils flared, as her lungs compelled her to gather more air.

“Ah, those are nice tight lips!”

He pushed his cock deep into her mouth, giving a sigh of content. Then he started to move it to and fro, holding her head firmly in place.

Unlike with her previous dalliances, a pair of big, strong hands did the bobbing for her while Sherry was used to control the pace herself. She realised, of course, that by giving herself up to this man and the strange yet exciting world he created, she had also given up her ability to do that too. While there have been more dominant or controlling men before, she was still a partner to them. This time, she is nothing more than a hole to place someone's penis in, which happens to be in an attractively-shaped piece of flesh and skin. This particular thought made her somewhat nauseous, but also made the fire inside her burn brighter.

“And so wet already!”

He pulled out of her, causing a flush of saliva dripping over her chin, some of it even dribbling down on her breast.

She barely noticed her own fluid clumsily drip along her chest. Once she did it gave her a peculiar sense of contentment. Her body heaved, gasping for much needed oxygen, she thought she did a fantastic job pleasuring this man. She did not expect his hands abruptly pushing her back down, quicker this time and more callous.

Again, he shoved his dick into her mouth, now fucking faster and deeper.

“Come on, you lazy brat! Use your tongue and suck! If you can’t do better than this, we will have to sell you of for a bargain.”

Sherry thought she was doing well, her mind raced for whatever factor she missed, perhaps she did not press her lips just the exact way, or her tongue probably did not flick enthusiastically enough to please him. She felt desperate trying to find her mistakes so she could meet his standards and match them, then she realised that his standards were only as high as he wanted them to be. For the first time in her life, she felt afraid of what he would do to her if he felt she did not please her for even just a moment, and that she truly had no control over anything that happened now. On a whim, she can be sold off, or disfigured, or demoted to menial labour, or executed. A tinge of sadness shot through her chest, and she felt her tears building up in her eyes, then the sadness turned into arousal. This was exactly the thing she wanted, what made her feel excited in her daydreams: the loss of personhood and reduction into an object.

“You’ll need a lot of practice still! You should have used your time for other things than just work and drawing kinky cartoons.”

Despite his words she could feel how exited he was, even if he considered her efforts of rather low quality. Then it suddenly registered what he had said. He obviously knew about her ‘secret life’, drawing and posting pictures on art sites under a pseudonym. Her cheeks turned red in embarrassment and he immediately noticed her reaction.
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Both look fantastic!

 

[toxidomaskjr]

I liked the whole explanation, seems is going to be the kind of stories I really enjoy, thanks!

 

[Zungur]

I liked the whole explanation, seems is going to be the kind of stories I really enjoy, thanks!

Then have a look at the other stories, here on DA and Pixiv.
Any comments (even: "Bah, this one is ugly!") are very welcome and much better than the complete lack of reactions on the other forums.

 

[Mystic169]

very nice start, definitely want more. Could see Ms. Sherry sold and as much as she is used, humiliated and torture she ultimately fails to make the grade and her deepest fantasy comes true. Her new and last master being the cross.