((Continued from No Such Thing as Collateral Damage))

There was a groan that came from her throat before she even realized she was groaning. As she moved her head, it tilted back and hung there for a brief second before her muscles responded and threw her head forward. Everything was so foggy. The last thing remembered was walking through the doors, but that was it. Her mind ordered her hand to rub her eyes, but found that her hand was not obeying. The other hand was told to move, only finding it in the same position. She looked up to find that her wrists were bound in metal clamps, dangling her up.

The pain came against her body waking her up fully now as she realized she was dangling over the ground, her toes barely touching the ground. She began to panic now, her heart racing faster and faster, blood pumping through her body almost to the point that she could hear it. She shook her head again to get what she could of the fog to leave her. As she stretched her eyes as much as possible, she looked over and saw him sitting there.

?I am so very glad you have awoken, my pet.? He smiled a smile mixed with politeness and vile. ?I was beginning to wonder if we had given you too much gas.? She traced his arm as it was loitered over the arm of the chair and saw that it was resting upon the head of one of her sisters. The girl must have been in pain, she just sat there, moaning lightly, pushing her head into the man?s hand. She watched a moment longer, and listened ? they were not moans of pain, but of contentment.

?Your sister has come to realize the reward of serving me, just as you will. Just as they will.? He moved his free hand and pointed to the other girls across from her. Her mind must not have picked up on it right away. Three other girls were in positions similar to hers, only change was there seemed to be a metallic cylinder just behind them. As far as she could tell, there was nothing like that behind her.

?Your other sisters have been waiting for you to awaken. Do you see them plead with you? They wish to be saved.? He stood up, his arms folding behind him caused the girl next to the chair to become restless. She couldn?t decide whether she should follow or if she should sit. lani however knew, and tugged on the leash, settling the girl again. elle couldn?t help but look up, saying nothing still hoping that the dream will end soon!

He walked up to one of the girls, a dirty blond haired girl. Names were pointless right now, they didn?t need them, didn?t deserve them. He grabbed her chin and forced her to look up. The girl?s eyes were bloodshot, she having not slept for days it would appear. The gag in her mouth was soaked with her own saliva. Between her legs were wet and dripping. ?You can save them, you know. Right now, they are experiencing pleasure beyond anything they have ever done. It is driving them insane.? He pointed to the girl at the chair who was trying to decide if it would be worth it to charge against the leash. He looked to elle, smirking. ?You are wondering how you can, are you not??

elle could only nod slowly as she took notice of her sisters bound up, lost in their own euphoric pleasure and wondering how it happened. ?Do you believe that I can make them slaves? Make them into only shells of their former selves? Even now, your sister who gave in has no memory of you.? He said matter-of-factly.

elle knows she formed the words ?Let them go? but the sound didn?t come out. She tried to scream it out till she lost her breath a moment. He just smirked. ?Normally, they would be beaten and mentally broken down until there was nothing left. However, I needed new pets. They have no other motive right now then pleasure. Pleasure in serving, physical pleasure or the pleasure I get when they are punished.? He looked over the girls going through their brainwashing and then back to elle. ?Here is how this is going to work, my lovely. Each girl is on a cycle of chemicals and pleasure. Each time they climax, the more they will lose their minds, the closer they come to submitting to me. Now, what you can do is this: I will place in your hand a lever with three buttons. Each button controls how much pleasure they get. If you hold down all three, they will get a reprieve. However,? he smirked. ?That flow of energy has to go somewhere. It will be diverted to you.?

She gasped and glared at him. She shook her head violently. ?Oh, but it is. If you manage to hold down all three buttons, the redirected energy will flow directly into you; the longer you manage to hold it down, the more it will pour into you. Now, before you get any ideas about taking it all on yourself there is a couple of things you should know. First, what is done is done. If you manage to hold it off until their cycle, all you do is keep it from deepening, not reversing it. Second, their pleasure centers are producing chemicals that act as a antidote to a poison I am pushing through their bloodstreams right now. That poison will kill them slowly.? He looked back at the girls as he reached for the switch. ?When they are done, they will continually produce a low level of the hormones to keep them excited and in heat, which keeps the poison at bay.?

He placed the switch in her hand. ?So, the choice is yours ? You can stop them from becoming my slaves, but the pleasure of watching them die will be an interesting feat. Or, you can allow them to bow to me as my sexually charged play toys.?

He walked away from elle, looking to lani and the girl at the end of the leash. ?All three are in their fourth cycle, if they were saved, how much do you think they would remember? How much of them would their be left over how much would still belong to me??

By the time the third cycle since she woke up had started, she had realized that something was missing. When the energy drained off she found herself craving more even as she tried to explain that she was being drugged like her sisters. She panted as badly as her sisters did. Victoria was too far gone to keep stealing from ? the poison would have taken her by now if she had taken the last two cycles. elle know that if she alternated there may be enough left of them that they could get away and still keep the poison at bay ? but where would they go, what would they do?

Eventually, the poison would overcome them once their desire and hormone levels returned to normal. It was hard in ways she couldn?t describe to watch her sisters suffer in pleasure like that. It was worse for her because she could take all three of them at once. She hated herself for even considering it. Still, something was missing as the energy drained from her form. It left her with a feeling of want that was not being fulfilled. Whether it was intentional or accidental, she couldn?t tell. She looked at her sister kneeling next to the beast of a man with the smirk on his lips. Half of her wanted to, well, she wouldn?t let her think about it. But the other half wanted to hurt him.

She turned her eyes towards the sisters dangling in their own chains. The fourth cycle since her awakening was beginning. She could hear the low groans and panting as if it was her own voice. She tried so hard to resist the urge to press even just one of the buttons. She didn?t know how much poison it would take to kill one of them, but she couldn?t let them die!

At the same time, living as a slave would be no good either. She looked at her sister once more and for half a second envied her. Figuring that the middle button controlled her sister at the end, Emily, she pressed the button hard and prepared herself for the wave of energy. She would have let out a moan as soon as that first wave hit her if her voice worked. She couldn?t figure out why he didn?t allow her to speak or scream or moan, but there had to be a reason as far as she could tell.

It felt so good as she twisted in the chains.

NO! She reminded herself trying to shrug of the delicious pleasure coursing through her body. This was meant and designed to break you! It can?t be this good! It will kill your sisters or worse! So good?more?

She fought it for a few seconds before giving into it, her body grinding to some invisible thrust, the sweat building along her body once more.
She would have to find another way to save her sisters.

Elle?s throat was getting soar, but for the life of her she didn?t understand why. Why couldn?t she scream? Why couldn?t she stop herself from pushing those buttons? Why? Why did she deserve this? Why?why.. why! Brown eyes turned on Travanix again as the pleasure of the last cycle wore down, but he was still?

Those lunches, did they mean anything to him? Of course they did, but she thought they were for different meanings. She wanted to scream, scream as much as she could for him tricking her into believing he was someone he wasn?t. Elle tried desperately to wipe any shred of tender emotion away, yet the truth of the matter was that she still loved him and it was killing her sisters.

The smell of blood rose up through the air, stuck in the back of her throat as the reality of what just happened began to sink in. Victoria was now a mass dangling there, lifeless, but free. There was her justification wasn?t it? Elle?s sister was free from living a life of a brain washed pleasure addict serving under the whim of Travanix. No, that was no justification, she could have tried other ways to keep all three of them alive, but oh those buttons.

Those buttons tempted her so, tempted her to bring on new heights that she could have never imagined. Slowly her eyes lowered to the three buttons and she found herself licking her lips. Her ach for the pleasure was growing again. Beads of sweat were forming on her forehead; her hair was starting to get damp from sweat. Could she even tempt herself at a time like this to push those buttons?

Elle wanted more! That slender body of hers was screaming for more, but her mind was screaming for her to stop. It was a battle her sanity was losing. The cravings were growing stronger as the cycle neared. A single second was given to think of what to do, what could she do? There was no point in arguing against such desires her body was beginning to need, to thirst for.

Her thighs were getting damp, but she couldn?t tell with the way her body was tingling. Those fingers were twitching over the buttons as she looked up at her two sisters. Yet, all she saw was her source for more. More.

Gritting her teeth, Elle found the cycle just mere seconds away and she couldn?t take denial. Jealousy was a powerful thing, and she would have their pleasure. Her fingers practically slammed down on those buttons, calling for what she needed. The pleasure had washed through her mind and flooded the screams of reason, washing them practically away.

The seize of pleasure made her body grow tense. Her head rolled back and her lips parted to give her silent cries of captivating pleasure. Again her body coiled and writhed while she dangled there helplessly at the throws of her own wants and pleasure. Pure ecstasy was rampaging through her and she couldn?t stop herself from moaning out even while her sisters were denied. Elle was getting more, her want, her need, it was being filled as three separate waves formed one and tore through her.

NO MORE! Her mind screamed, trying to regain control, but it was lost. A stronger, louder voice was coming from her body as her heart raged within her chest. MORE! MORE! MORE! Those buttons couldn?t be released; her grip was so tight on them that her hands were shaking. Still her body thrashed and churned as she gave pure moans of silence. A smile was adding to the pleasured glow of her simple, flawless face.

?I can see the lust in your eyes, girl. You have gotten greedy, and that greed will cost your poor sister. Which part of you will care? Which part of you still does?? Her eyes were focused on him then, actually focused. Elle was gasping for breath while she listened. ?And she was such a treat as well. At least the terror beasts will feed well tonight.? It was then that she truly noticed Victoria and her huddled mass. What had she done?

The voice that had been telling her more was suddenly silent. The pool of blood before her sister made her better judgment suddenly gain new headway in her sense of compassion. Logic needed help; she needed to figure out what to do. Still the buttons were firmly within her grip, tempting her and teasing her with their promises of bliss like she had never felt before. NO!

Again her scream came, this time of loathing, self hate, plus hatred of another kind. If it was at all possible before, it was becoming more possible. The cycle began but she had thrown, quite literally, thrown the buttons at Travanix. In her rage she had missed pressing the buttons, only to notice the single course of pleasure still coming to her that was Victoria?s.

On cue her body began to writhe, not as strongly as before, but it had. Her head had thrown back and delivered another soundless cry while her eyes jutted shut. Yet there was something else, a new determination. As the buttons swung back at her she didn?t grip for them, try and take them. Sweat had beaded over her body and sensational tingles had danced over her spine. Pants tore from her lungs and she had been clenching at the air almost as if it was her life support.

Logic, determination, compassion, Elle?s resolve had been challenged. Travanix would always be known for changing Elle, she wasn?t innocent any more, that was a given. Yet, now there was a new shade of emotion in her Innocent eyes. Revenge. She would find the person responsible for her and her sister?s pain then make them pay. Elle would make that matron sister pay somehow, little did she know that Travanix had already handled that little bit of her agony.

A new defiance had taken over the girl. She?d find a way to save her sisters later, but letting them die was too cold a fate. Especially when it was for her own lust. Not having the pleasure of their streams was agony, yes, but the one wave would suffice. How was it that even now she could love the twisted man before her?

Travanix had used her. The man had used her sense of compassion and sense of good, for everything in the world, against her. Elle loved him and this was how she was repaid. Cruel as it was, she couldn?t deny the feelings in the pit of her chest; even then the profile of Travanix stole her breath away. The pain had finally gotten too much; it was beginning to counter the pleasure.

First Travanix, then her sisters back at the room, and then Victoria and the sister that had already submitted. There had to be a way to change all this. That?s when the tears came, through her defiance and the pleasure. Even then her eyes were screaming that he wouldn?t fully break her, never fully have her mind. As the cycle ended her scream came in a new level of silence, agony laced with pleasure while her eyes burned with the tears beginning to pour from them.

The buttons dangled freely before her, but, through all the ache and want she had, she didn?t touch them. Didn?t take them back in the grip of her small hand. Still she wouldn?t give him the pleasure of watching her mind slip like she had a few moments before. For now she fought to keep her mindset on the side of logic. The battle of lust and logic was still raging. Elle had to stay sane, and for that she regrettably knew the course she took would save the lives, but not the mentalities of her sisters.

Elle growled, growled quite literally at Travanix as he spoke. Eyes were narrowed so darkly on the man that had betrayed her heart. At the caressing hand to her cheek she jerked her face away, tempted to bite at it if it came any closer than it had. His words echoed through her ears, but even then she resisted what was inevitable. The girl was now more determined than ever not to break and yield to the one before her, no matter how much she loved him.

She was disgusted by him, by what he spoke of. No amount of torment would hurt more than the breaking of her heart. Pain was dull compared to anything else. The loss of her sisters, of what he had made her do back at her home. It was more apparent to her now that she should have never looked twice at him. Damn her kindness, damn her morels. The more he lingered there the more she hated herself for ever thinking such a man, as good as he had presented himself, would ever have loved her normally. Now she was destined to pay the price for her nature.

As he left she continued to glare, even as the lights went out. With the darkness around her, she was sure that he was using this as torment as well. Her mind was circling over the thoughts that she couldn?t resist. Day after day of meeting him was replayed, relooked at, reality vs. fantasy gave her only one obvious conclusion. He had planned to do this even then.

It was only then that her lips opened to let roar an agonized scream. This pain would have been music to Travanix?s ears, but to her it was her only release. The torment in her cry only pushed forwards the breaking to come. Tears started to fall down her cheeks while she slumped over. Bit by bit her heart was turned to glass and turned to dust at the flick of a light switch.

In the darkness her resolve grew. Defiance was new to her nature, but it was becoming stronger with every passing moment. It was a shield, a blanket of security to her even while her form lingered nude in the same position she had woken in. Elle felt dirty, drained, tired, weak, but even then sleep would not come to such a tormented mind.

?I won?t do it! I won?t!? Was shouted with a voiceless scream. She wasn?t going to yield or break to the torments he was bound to give. Elle had to stay strong even if her sisters weren?t. Still, deep down, fear was holding fast. It was reminding her just how little she wanted to find out what he would do to her?. Should she not break. Fear. It was becoming a powerful weapon.

And he was using fear against her in this darkness.

In the darkness the mind waged war. This war was perhaps the most crucial to Lord Travanix?s breaking goal. Her mind would never shatter the memories of what it was like to have her freedom. Nor, would it ever shatter the memories of him, before reality sank in. To feel the cool wind in her face without fear or doubt. Was that even an option any more? No. Even then Elle knew that the rest of her life was not her own. To feel the wind in her face would be a gift, given as privilege, and not a right. In this new life, there was no such things as rights. It was all at the whim of her new Lord, Travanix.

As the light shot on she coiled back. Her eyes clenching shut tightly while she grimiced. In that moment where she fell to the ground her body screamed in relief. It was short lived. A light sob of pain fell from her lips when he pulled her up by her hair. Her hands shot up to try and break his hand from its hold only to be met with that stare. Those eyes made her tremble, but his words were worse. More and more he proved that he was going to use her sisters against her at every waking moment.

When she saw the collar coming she cried, almost screamed and tried her hardest to keep him from placing it about her neck. Too weak to fight it she sobbed out to her own weakness. Another broken string came over Elle as she realized with the collar around her neck she would never be free unless she was dead. Freedom was no longer a sense of physically being free, but mentally being free. But would she be granted that satisfaction even?

Like it or not Elle would from then on be under the power of Lord Travanix, so she best be useful or give him reason to find her useful. If she didn?t, she would surely die. More or less, Elle was freer than those sisters who chose ribbons, chose the easy way out. Deep inside she hoped that they lived a short life. Those who would live with the addiction, she felt sorry for them, their mind was no longer their own. They were slaves to lust and thus their mind only focused on the need for their next fix.

Freedom had new levels and meanings to Elle. The limitations of the past were nothing like the new limitations she would be subjected to. A new emotion was finding life and festering deep within Elle. It was contributing to the change of who Elle was to become. Sadly there was no more questioning certain facts. Elle wasn?t going to die, Elle didn?t want to die, nor would Elle let herself die. The collar would remind her of that all too easily.

Hate was growing in Elle, tainting somewhat at her innocence. She hated Travanix, hated him so much for making her love for him so strong. She hated the mother superior for betraying her, giving over all those that loved and lived in her home, willing to do what they could to make sure it stayed a good home. But most of all she was coming to hate her sisters, at this point, they were nothing but a hindrance to Elle. Damn them for making her so weak when her mind was fighting to hang on.

She would always have the drive to keep her own independence. Innocent Elle would cling to her innocence as long as it helped her. Elle was doomed to play the sweet little innocence that Travanix expected. She was to be his pet, and she knew there was no way to escape that. Yet, when she was not serving she would keep to her innocence, her independence, and regain her mentality the best she could.

Even as her sisters cooed soothing words to her she felt the bitter twinge of hate coming from her insides. If she was strong enough they would have been pushed away from her, but for now she would have to accept that they were going to be an everyday part of her life. The opportunity of a day off was the chance to show just what it would be like to live among women who had gotten accustomed to living under the ?Loving? care of their Lord Travanix, her Lord Travanix.

Even then Elle was growing to consider the new life before her. Wonder about it with more and more questions. The first question was, Could she live it?

Yes, no, yes, no, yes, no? She didn?t know.

It was a wonder that even then Elle still had some sort of feelings for Travanix. Despite all he had done to her she loved him. She wasn?t sure if that would become a strength or a weakness. She even wondered how her heart could still cling to the thought of him maybe loving her. Yet, even then Elle could never forget the way his touch made her shiver.

Not even broken to Travanix?s expectations she was already experiencing the benefits of his generosity. It was a day off and Elle wasn?t sure that she had quite earned.