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Knowledge is Power (Mdom-F, bond, S&M)
By Kat's Master (c) 1995
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The tiny silver bell on the door rang out, heralding the entrance
of another customer with a chorus of tinkling notes. Kelly entered
the bookstore, looking about with amazement at the endless,
seemingly unorganized stacks and shelves of books. The proprietor,
a young man of indiscernible age, stood behind the counter at the
back of the store. Kelly immediately noticed that there was
something just a bit off about this man. His features were
youthful, almost betraying the vigor of late teens, yet he carried
himself as though he were in his mid twenties, alert and proper.
Seeing his new customer, he smiled and stepped from behind the
rosewood counter. Approaching, she noticed the mid-back length
ponytail he wore and the youthful gleam in his eye.
"Welcome to The Chamber." He said smiling. "We carry just about
everything here, tell me, what are you looking for?"
"Nothing in particular, I just thought I'd come in and look
around."
"If you're looking for nothing in particular, you've come to the
right place." The storekeeper laughed, looking at the beautiful
young creature that entered into his store. Her long auburn locks,
her piercing eyes, all drawing him in. "The Chamber is full of
books you'll never find in those prim, sterile bookstores. Have a
look around, make yourself comfortable."
"I've been meaning to ask, why "The Chamber" as a name for a
bookstore?"
Hearing her question the proprietor laughed to himself. "Because my
name is Samuel Raven." Noting her obvious confusion, he continued.
"I'm a diehard fan of Edgar Allen Poe."
She smiled, drawing the connection between Sam's name, the store's,
and Poe's poem "The Raven". She turned and began looking around,
scanning the mounds of books. The titles were delightfully unknown,
and the subject matter ranged from political essays to atlases to
works of dark fiction. Though the store seemed disorganized,
everything was in its section, cataloged by subject matter and
author. She prodded and studied, picking up and replacing tome
after tome. The store seemed to go on forever in a room only
slightly larger than her apartment. Every shelf held tomes she
didn't see the first time through, every wall had some little
curiosity perched precariously on a bookshelf. Every now and again
she noticed the smiling gaze of Samuel Raven, and she smiled back,
flirting playfully.
After an hour Sam walked up to her, hands behind his back, smiling.
"Tell me, miss..."
"Call me Kelly" She said, smiling.
"Very well then, tell me, Kelly, have you found anything of
interest?"
"Everything actually, but nothing I really want to purchase right
now."
The man smiled, nodding his head. "Well then, I may have some
things in the back you might be interested in. I don't keep them
out here, they take up a lot of shelf space."
"I really shouldn't... I'm on my lunch break."
"Oh, it will only take a few moments, please?" Sam's eyes were
large and pleading playfully, as if he were trying to mock the look
of a sad puppy.
"Oh... Alright, but just for a few minutes." She turned and walked
past him, heading towards the counter. Suddenly, she felt something
soft and wet in front of her nose and mouth, something stinking of
chemicals. She tried to scream, but only managed to inhale harder,
forcing her into unconsciousness. She felt herself fall against the
floor, thudding against the oriental rug.
When Kelly awoke, she was on her knees, her arms bound behind her.
She tried to rise groggily, only to find her hands tied to her
feet. She struggled viciously, trying to get free. She looked
about, finding herself in a rather plain room, with a padded white
floor and smooth gray walls. The door must have been behind her,
because she couldn't see it no matter how far she turned her head.
A voice came trailing into the room from behind, and she recognized
it as Raven's.
"Well, well, if it isn't Kelly."
"What are you doing!" She screamed. "Let me go!"
He remained behind her, just out of sight. "Tisk, tisk... Such
manners. You are the one who came into my store, and you're the one
who wanted to see what was in the back room... Or should I say,
rooms?"
"What?!?" She screamed, shocked. Shock quickly melted to anger, and
then to terror. "SOMEONE HELP! HELP!" She screamed, praying that
someone would hear her.
"Oh, I don't think anyone can hear you. You are in the basement,
right under the Philosophy section of the store. No one ever goes
there. My assistant Straus is running the store, and he's playing a
rather wide selection of his namesake's music upstairs." Her
screams faded, and she lowered her head, a tinge of hopelessness
stabbing her gut.
She blinked, wishing he would move in front of her, so that she
could lunge at him, possibly knock him over so she could try to hop
away. "Please, let me go..." She begged, praying that this man had
some compassion.
"I think we've heard enough from you." With that she felt his hands
running around her head, seeing the device in his hand. She knew
well enough that it would be used to silence her and she clamped
her teeth shut, prying her lips closed. Her victory was fleeting,
as she felt the cruel sting of a pair of powerful fingers smashing
her nostrils closed. A minute passed, and another, but soon her
body's need for oxygen overrode her will, and she gasped. A
powerful hand shoved the ball into her mouth, pushing it behind her
teeth before the other hand snapped the leather straps around her
head, locking the ball gag in place.
"Now slave, I haven't decided whether I'm going to keep you or not.
Once you're adequately trained, broken, I'll either trade you to a
collector of..... indentured servants... Or I'll keep you for
myself." Raven walked in front of her, and seeing her chance she
lunged. Raven merely laughed, side stepping, allowing her to fall
on her face. The force of impact knocked the rubber ball back in
her throat, gagging her. She tried to scream, but only whimpered.
"First lesson, Kelly. Struggling is futile. There is no freedom
from me, there is only freedom through me. Learn your lessons well,
slave. Knowledge is power." With that he reached down, pulling her
hair, and with it her head, back. Tears streamed down her eyes. How
could she have been so foolish? To have trusted this man? He had
seemed so charming, so harmless. No one knew she had gone to the
bookstore, she hadn't even planned on it. The few people who cared
would have no way of finding her. She whimpered, what little hope
she had remaining fading.
She felt him snap something around her neck, a collar, and she
found she could not move her head to the sides, the collar having
immobilized it. She tried to scream again as her captor pulled her
over his shoulder and carried her out the door. Moments later she
was carried into a larger room with a dentist's chair in the
center. Pulling a single string he allowed her bonds to fall, and
she struggled, punching and kicking to no avail. He tossed her
unceremoniously into the chair before quickly locking her collar
into a pair of clasps on the chair's back. She writhed, struggling,
clawing at the collar. Her screams of protest coming as only
mumbles through the gag.
"I told you not to scream, now we're simply going to have to re-
make you, wipe out that rebellious nature of yours in one fell
swoop. You have no will anymore, you are simply a slave, a pet to
be bought, sold and used as your owner pleases." As he spoke Raven
walked around the chair, just out of the reach of her flailing
limbs. Catching her left hand, he forced it to the chairs arm,
locking it in place with a padded iron cuff. Soon he did the same
with the right, leaving her kicking madly. "You don't seem to
understand."
She kicked up to hit him, but he caught her leg easily, as though
he expected her move precisely. Soon her foot was locked to the
chair, as was her other, spreading her eagle. Another band followed
on each thigh and upper arm, preventing any movement, and another
locked her waist down, preventing her from even arcing her back.
Raven walked up, and unceremoniously stripped her, shearing away
her clothing with a pair of scissors. She screamed into the gag,
and she could hear Raven chuckling as he pushed a small button on
the side of the chair.
The bindings contracted, locking her tighter. Tears streamed down
her cheeks as she lay there, helpless.
"Within hours I'll be in your head child, then you'll be mine, a
nice little puppet." Raven stood there, well within her view,
contemplating. "But first, lets show you what you will become."
With that, the chair was turned, moving her so she was nearly in a
standing position. Raven left, and returned, with a leash in hand.
The person on the end of the leash followed meekly on all fours,
bound by wrist and knee chains, preventing her from standing erect.
She was a fine bodied young woman, completely hairless from head to
toe. He unlocked her chains and she stood, complete willingness,
before Raven's newest toy.
Kelly stood in complete revolution at the woman. She was no older
than Kelly, completely shaven from head to toe. A black ball gag
was in her mouth, matching perfectly the black collar around her
neck. Her figure was stunning, her nipples firm and erect, pierced
with a chain running between them, looped through her nipple rings.
Her labia was pierced multiple times, a chain sewing it shut,
locked with a padlock. But it was her eyes that Kelly noticed, not
her naked body. Her eyes had no rebellion in them. She was Raven's
puppet. She was just what Raven was going to turn Kelly into.
"Lace, say hello to your new sister." Raven said, pointing at
Kelly. The slave mumbled something, bowing. "Now leave us." Lace
did as commanded walking out the door.
"Now, to begin on you." Raven moved over to her, petting her
breasts playfully. She mumbled, her prison making it impossible for
her to resist. He reached over to a surgical tray, bringing out an
electric razor. Kelly screamed through her gag as he brought it
across her head, stripping her of her auburn locks. Within moments
her head was hairless, a few adjustments of the chair bringing the
back of her head into reach. Finishing there he stripped her of her
eyebrows, chuckling at the tears rolling down her face as she
sobbed hopelessly. He lowered the shaver to her crotch, making
quick work of her pubic hair.
"Good pet, you've shaved your legs and armpits recently, we won't
have to bother with them." Raven said, taking no notice of her
sobs. She closed her eyes, wishing it would go away, wishing he was
just a bad dream. The sting of the piercing gun didn't even force
her eyes open as her nipples were massaged to hardness before being
pierced. She felt him looping something through the new holes, but
she didn't even want to know what. A sting on her labia was only
the first of many, as she was reduced to a near duplicate of Lace's
condition. She felt him lacing the chain through the newly pierced
holes, pulling them tight, pulling her closed. A snap of a tiny
lock echoed throughout the room.
"You know, I never really had a pet kitten before, maybe you can be
one. Kitten... Now that's a nice name for you, do you like it?" She
tried to beg with him with her eyes, but to no avail. Her screams
would not come either, and so she sat helplessly. With that he left
her in the chair, eyes shut, mouth gagged. When he returned, he
walked over to her, forcing her eyes open.
"See? Its for you." He held up a coin-like pendant, strikingly
similar to a dog's tag. Etched into the brass was "Kitten No. 312".
Locking it onto her collar he stepped back, smiling at his new
creation. He pressed another button, and the chair's restraints
retracted, causing her to fall to the ground. She tried to stand,
but couldn't, her muscles not responding. She remembered a prick,
when he had pierced her nipples, a third prick she had taken no
notice of. He must have drugged her. She felt her gag being
removed, and she was turned onto her face. Raven moved his hands
across her now hairless head and smiled behind her back.
"Now Kitten, you need a tail." Suddenly she felt an object being
forced into her anus, something long and hard. Once slid in it
snapped out, locking it into place. The feeling was uncomfortable,
but not unpleasant. She found her captor lifting her to her feet,
and she felt the tail, a soft leather chord, dangle behind her. The
feeling of helplessness built, and she realized escape was
impossible. She was his now...
"Now my kitten... Who do you serve?"
She found herself able to speak faintly, the drug was wearing off.
"You my master." She said hopelessly, wanting to avoid angering
him.
"Excellent, you're learning quickly. Unfortunately kittens can not
talk. I believe its time to begin your reeducation."
Four weeks later Kitten was lying on the floor of her cage, wedged
between Lace's rabbit hutch and Jasmine's hamster cage. She
massaged her aching crotch, hoping that Master Raven would return,
to release the ball gag in her mouth, to release her chain and
satisfy himself. She lay in her small bed, curled up, purring
softly at the thought of her master's touch. Her two sisters were
sound asleep, lying naked save for their collars and tails.
But she couldn't quite drift off to sleep. Looking up into the
polished mirror in Lace's hutch, Kitten looked into her own eyes;
soft, gray and completely without rebellion.