Executive Flesh, Act VIII

She was very tall, easily over six feet. Her skin was very pale and she had thick blonde hair cascading down her back and over her shoulders. She was dressed all in soft, black velvet. Her feet were bare.

She studied him for a moment, and then The Lady took a seat in the large leather chair. “Don’t try to see too much right away. It’ll probably take your eyes some time to adjust.” She crossed her legs in the chair and shifted to make herself more comfortable.

“Your name is Steven Hazleton,” she began. “You work for Advanced Cosmetic Micro Systems as a consumer analyst. Your boss recently told you that you needed to take a long vacation or lose all of your built up paid time – a change in company policy, I believe. So, you announced this week that you would be gone for the next month. You have no close friends or family, so you will not be missed for at least that amount of time.”

The Lady looked up and saw the boy’s wide, horrified eyes. Doubtless he was frantically trying to figure out where she had gotten her information.

She reached over to a side table and picked up a thick notebook that appeared to have been filled to capacity with papers. Opening the notebook, she began to read aloud. The first document in the folder was his birth certificate. After that followed his social security number and tax records. The notebook also held his employment history, his criminal record (empty save for a few parking and speeding tickets), and his old school transcripts. On and on it went until she had read through each page of the folder.

“Do you realize what this is?” she asked pointedly. “It is everything in this world that proves that you ever existed.”

He nodded numbly. He couldn’t deny that she was right.

“Do you know what I could do to you with the stroke of a key? I could make you disappear. I could make it as though you had never been.” She paused for a moment, one long painted nail tapping her lips. “No one would look for you, you know. No one would miss you. Well, no one but a bunch of loonies trying to pull a hoax on the cops by reporting someone missing who doesn’t even exist” she mused.

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Steven sat in stunned silence. His mind was reeling with what she had just told him. How could she have gotten that much information on him? How could she have access to those computer systems? Could she really erase him? And if she did, what would she do with him instead?

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There was a long silence as The Lady let what she had just told the boy sink in. There was always that stunned moment when they tried to decide if she was serious or not. It was always so hard for them to believe that she could erase them from the world with the touch of a few buttons. And she loved that about this world. Everything was so accessible.

“I’m going to be brutally honest with you now.” She said. “You have already been removed from all of these systems. It was done last night, just about the time my men were picking you up from work.”

His head snapped up, his eyes wide in horror and his mouth open as though he was trying to speak.

“We used to fake our quarry’s death, but that became bothersome. We could only count on so many natural disasters, and it gets more and more difficult to fake a murder on this world. So, now we just erase them the night they are captured. It saves us so much time and needless work.” She explained to him.

“S – So, what’s going to happen to me? Why the hell did you kidnap me if you’re not going to kill me?” She could tell he was trying to sound angry, but the slight tremor in his voice gave him away. He was terrified of her answer. And she liked it that way.

“I’m going to sell you, of course.” She answered as if she were explaining this to a two-year-old who should already know better. “This afternoon you will be sent to the auction house and sold to the highest bidder. I’ll get a commission for my hard work and research. My men will get paid. And you will begin a whole new life as a slave.”

Executive Flesh, Act VII

Steven was forced forward out of the elevator and felt cool tile under his feet as he walked along with his guards. He wondered how high up they had gone. It seemed warmer and less damp here. Was he above ground again? If they were above ground, he might be able to see out a window to find out where he had been taken. His mind was a storm of thoughts until the guards abruptly pulled him to a stop. He heard the sound of a buzzer and The Lady’s voice as if coming through a speaker, “Bring him in.” His mind slammed to a halt and his blood ran like ice in his veins.

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When the door opened, The Lady wordlessly motioned the guards to take the slave into her sitting room. She followed behind, watching the boy’s weary steps. His night had not been nearly as restful as her own had been, and a smile curled the corners of her lips at the thought of him twisting and turning in the night, trying to get comfortable, to escape the pain she had inflicted, to escape the nightmare of his new life.

As they entered the sitting room, she circled around the three men and took a seat in a comfortable, overstuffed leather chair. She then motioned to the guards and watched as they forced the slave to his knees in front of her and left by the same means they had entered.

When she heard the soft click of the door closing behind them, she began to speak. “So, boy, did you sleep well? You look as though you are unsatisfied with my hospitality.” She waited for his answer, delighting in the frustration fighting to burst from his bound body.

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Steven listened to her through the hood. Her voice was silk today, seductive and inviting. But he knew better than to trust it. She was just waiting for some excuse to torture him in some new, fiendish way. But still, he wanted so badly to scream at her. To tell her what a bitch she really was. To reach out and strike her, although he had never struck a woman in his life.

There was a rush of air past his side, and he realized she had moved while he was lost in his own thoughts. Now he had lost track of her, and that terrified him. She could do anything now and he would have no warning at all. Suddenly, he felt her pulling at the hood that she had pulled over his head the night before. With one rough yank, it was removed and he felt cool air against his face and in his wet hair.

“Better.” Her heard her whisper in his ear. It wasn’t a question. It said that she knew exactly how unbearable the thing was. But then, that was obviously the reason she used it.

He felt her hands on the back of his head next, and suddenly remembered the duct tape wrapping around his head. He gritted his teeth, waiting for her to rip the sticky material from his hair, but was surprised when she carefully peeled the tape away, slowly untangling his hair, causing a minimum of pain. She surprised him further by doing the same with his face, carefully removing the tape to avoid hurting him further.

“Thank you,” he found himself whispering hoarsely once he had managed to push the damp wad of cloth from his mouth. Was this even the same woman from the night before? Or was this some trick? Something to lull him into complacency?

Then, he felt her hands working at the knot behind his head, and his heart began to pound in his chest. She was going to remove the blindfold. Maybe he would be able to see out, as he had fantasized on his way here. But … first … he would have to see her and that thought was terrifying.

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The Lady smiled when he thanked her for removing the gag. She was certain he would not be thankful for very long. Because today he would find out what was to become of the rest of his life. And they were never thankful for very long when that happened.

Her fingers tugged at the knot securing the blindfold to no avail. Between the kidnapper’s enthusiasm and the boy’s struggling, it had become knotted so tightly that trying to untie it was useless. Giving up on this, she chose instead to yank the blindfold upward over the boy’s head, leaving him blinking in the sudden brightness of the room.

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Steven found himself squinting his eyes in the sudden brightness of the room. For a long moment, everything around him was a white blur. Then, slowly, shapes began to come into focus. He realized that he was kneeling in a small sitting area. There were leather couches on either side of him and a large leather chair directly in front of him. And, he realized The Lady was standing directly in front of the chair.

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by Massimo Innocenti

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Sex Furniture

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Miscellaneous

• La Femme by Sleeping Dreamer

Executive Flesh, Act VI

Steven feels the leather straps quickly undone and then strong arms lift him from the chair. He tries to walk with them, to obey their silent command to move to another room, but he is completely unable. His legs shake beneath him and he is half dragged from the torture room and out into the hallway. The feel of the cooler air is a shock to his whole body and he whimpers beneath the hood. He feels his skin erupting in gooseflesh and within a few moments he is shivering.

Finally they pause and there is the soft jingle of keys and then the heavy metallic sound of a lock being opened. He is dragged through the doorway and dropped heavily onto a narrow bed. His arms are quickly pulled over his head and cuffed there, a blanket is thrown over his cold body, and then there is the thud of the door being closed and locked behind them.

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The Lady leaves the dungeon and heads down the long concrete hallway. Near the end she turns and presses the button next to the elevator. As she stands listening to the soft hum of the machinery beyond the heavy double doors she finds herself thinking of the new boy. He was everything she had asked for. Tall. Fair. Muscular without being bulky. And ever so sensitive. He had been a joy to play with tonight.

There was a soft bell announcing the arrival of the elevator and she was distracted for a moment as she stepped through the open doors. Two of her guards were inside. She imagined they were either going home for the night or headed outside to check the grounds. She didn't really care either way. Managing them wasn't really her concern anyhow.

On the ride upstairs her mind wandered back to the boy. Abducting a slave from Earth was risky business. The Terrans had funny views of slavery, believing that all of their kind deserved the right to manage their own destiny even if that destiny was war, famine, starvation, disease, or any one of countless other dismal fates. At least slaves had homes and were cared for. And at least on her home world of Nakrad there were few incidents of violent crime committed. The outrages of rape, incest, and child abuse had been eradicated among her culture a millennia ago. She didn't believe that Akasha had it too far wrong in "Queen of the Damned" when she surmised that eliminating males would eliminate much if not all pain and suffering in a given world. The only difference between her plans and theirs were that they simply enslaved males rather than killing them outright.

The elevator stopped at last on the top floor. She punched in the pass code that would allow the doors to open and stepped out into her private quarters. It was a large penthouse apartment with spacious living room, lovely foyer, three full bedrooms in addition to the large master bedroom, four bathrooms, a complete kitchen, a well stocked library, her office, and a beautiful balcony that had been decorated with potted plants and expensive patio furniture. It was all quite lovely and expensive. She had worked for months with a decorator to make everything just as she pleased. If she had to spend time on Earth she might as well be comfortable.

The Lady walked through the ivory tiled foyer and headed for her bedroom. Inside she collapsed on the deep blue velvet covers. She suddenly felt exhausted. A session like that always left her feeling completely drained, and for a moment she regretted the fate of this slave. She would have liked to keep him rather than ship him off to the auction houses back home.

She groggily pulled off her boots, throwing them across the floor, then slid the soft leather of her pants down over her hips and kicked them off as well. She tugged the cotton T-shirt up over her head along with her bra and deposited them with the rest of her clothing. Finally she moved to the head of the bed, wrapping her arms around one of the soft feather pillows and heaving a deep sigh before falling asleep.

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Steven lay in bed trying desperately to fall asleep. The hood was hot and unbearably humid. He had dozed off several times but always woke frightened and choking as the cord in the hood dug into his throat through the heavy silk. He had tried to turn over but to no avail as the metal holding his wrists over his head dug into his skin. The blanket, which had been so warm and comforting at first, had become too hot to bear as well, and in his attempts to kick it onto the floor it had become entangled around his legs. His body hurt, too. His nipples throbbed with each beat of his heart and the insides of his thighs burned where she had struck him. He whimpered softly in despair.

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The next morning dawned gray and cold. It wasn't that the Lady hadn't seen snow before. It was just that she hated it. She hated the wet snow and the slippery ice. She hated the endless despair the colorless sky seemed to force into her very soul. She didn't understand how anyone could actually enjoy this season.

She crawled unwillingly out of her warm bed, slipped into a soft, velvet robe and walked to the kitchen. Blessedly someone had thought to make coffee this morning. She didn't really like the bitter dark liquid, but had discovered that with the right amount of cream and sugary flavored syrup it could be made bearable.

She touched a button on the intercom and instructed the guards to bring the new slave to her quarters around 10. That would give her time to take a proper bath and dress.

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Steven felt as though he had only been asleep for a moment when the guards entered his room and pulled him up out of the bed. He felt dizzy and weak and hoped it was more from his sleepless night and not from anything that bitch had done to him.

He was forced into a tiled stall that he guessed was a shower and his body was roughly hosed down with icy water. Then he was drug back into the room and dried just as roughly. A moment later he was forced into the hall with the guards. It seemed they walked forever before he was allowed to stop on a lightly carpeted surface. Then there was the familiar queasy feeling of an elevator rising beneath his feet. As the car stopped one of the guards roughly took hold of his neck and whispered into his ear, "Better be good boy. Yer about to meet the Lady. Face to face."

Executive Flesh, Act V

The Lady stood up, stepping back from the boy. She found herself smiling again, listening to him sobbing behind the hood and gag. She could only imagine how it felt to be in there. Blind, nearly deaf, totally helpless. And between the gag and the cord at his throat and the stifling heat, he must feel suffocated ... strangled. It was almost enough to make her want to rip the gag from his mouth so she could hear him beg.

Taking a deep breath, she crossed back to the far side of the room. Pausing for a moment, she takes a bottle of water from a small refrigerator on the floor. As she drinks deeply she begins surveying her toys again, and begins to decide what she will do with this poor, helpless boy next.

She slowly run her hands over an array of strap-ons, vibrators, and dildos of all shapes and sizes, a smile playing across her lips at the thought of using them on him. Then she moves on to assorted paddles, floggers, and whips. But she is still unsatisfied. She needed something to push him over the edge, to leave him in a defeated heap, before she will end this day. And then she sees it, the answer to her dilemma.

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Steven sits, fighting back tears and the throbbing pain in his chest. The weights drag mercilessly at his nipples and the clamps dig deeply into his flesh. He is sure that when he can finally see again he will see them permanently damaged, mutilated by this sadistic bitch. He can hear her, faintly, on the far side of the room. He wonders what she's doing, what she's thinking of, what she'll do to him next.

And, then he tenses, hearing her boots on the floor as she returns.

"Would you like a drink, boy? I know it must be hot in there..." she says into his ear. Then he can feel the wetness of her mouth at his neck, licking near the opening of his hood. Steven finds himself moaning behind the gag despite himself ... after so much pain, the pleasure is more intense than he could have imagined.

A moment later he finds himself arching in the chair, the shock of cold water running down his chest, over his tortured nipples, soaking his underwear. And then that mouth on his skin, licking the water from his chest, probing around his clamped nipples, moving downward over his belly then lower, licking and nuzzling his thighs, moving higher to rub her face between his legs, teasing him with her teeth.

And then she is gone, and there is no time to contemplate as his legs and thighs erupt in pain. He tries to flinch away, to close his legs, but to no avail. The leather holds him firmly in place, at her mercy.

But just as quickly as the pain began, it's over and he can feel her cool hands lightly rubbing his thighs, her mouth softly kissing and licking his burning skin.

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The boy whimpers beautifully beneath the hood and the Lady finds herself smiling once more. It was such a sweet, plaintive sound to her ears. A plea to be released, to be set free, to cum. Such a sweet sound it almost made her want to give in to it. To remove the clamps, untie him, soothe his hurts.

Almost.

Slowly, she slid her hands up along the insides of his thighs, slipping her fingertips under the thin cotton of the boy's underwear to tease his cock and balls. And her smile grew as she felt him growing hard again under her touch despite the pain. But this time she waited a bit longer, stroking his cock with her fingers, her mouth softly licking his thighs, until she felt him trying to thrust back against her. It was then that she stood again, taking the red leather whip from her belt, and beginning to methodically strike the insides of his thighs, watching his body arch in the chair ... only this time in pain....

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Steven sobbed into his gag when the pain stopped again. He didn't know how much more of this treatment he could take. The constant pain and fear was one thing, but this trading back and forth of pleasure and pain, bringing him close to the point of orgasm each time only to have it end in agony was more than he could bear. All he could do was hope that she would soon tire of this game and move on to something else even though he knew that 'something else' would no doubt be much worse.

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She paused, watching the boy in his chair. She can hear him sobbing behind the gag again and knows that he can take little more of this treatment. After a moment of contemplation, the Lady decides that this will be her final, and most torturous, act. Then she could rest and decide what to do with this new boy tomorrow. And so, from her pocket, she produces a small pocketknife and leans down to tug lightly at the boy’s underwear as she carefully slices the material away from his body, leaving him completely exposed. A smile plays across her lips again as she sees his body is already responding to her touch, anticipating the pleasure that it can bring.

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Steven whimpers softly into the gag, feeling the cooler air of the room against his exposed cock and balls. He fights the arousal he feels in his body, but to no avail as he feels her mouth once again caressing the skin of his thighs, moving slowly higher. And although he fears her, hates her, wants nothing more than to be free of this demon woman, he also wants her in a way he'd never wanted any woman in his whole life.

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She softly rubs her face against the boy’s cock and nuzzles his balls with her nose, slowly taking in the scent of him. A moment later her tongue is lightly flicking along the underside of his cock, moving upwards toward the tip, and she can hear him moan within the hood. And then she’s slowly circling the head of his cock with her tongue, swirling in slow circles as she takes him into her mouth, feeling him buck against her face.

It only takes a moment to find his rhythm and then he's sliding easily in and out of her mouth while her hands deftly massage his balls, driving him closer and closer to orgasm. And then, as she feels his body arching in the chair and his cock beginning to vibrate in her mouth, she reaches up, her hand locking on the chain suspended between his nipples, pulling hard. And although she can hear him screaming into the gag, he is well beyond the point of no return....

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Steven feels his whole body shuddering as he cums. He doesn't even feel the pain anymore, all of his senses have blurred and he is lost. Time stretches, and moments feel like years. And then, over the rushing in his ears, he hears the woman's distant voice saying "Take him to a cell. I'll deal with him some more in the morning..." A moment later, there is the sound of the door closing behind her.