Drive

Around the building was a mostly empty parking lot. In the corner, where it couldn’t be seen from the road, was a bright yellow Hummer. She opened the driver's door and motioned for me to climb inside. The motor rumbled quietly.

Blessed warmth.

Scooting into the passenger seat, I made room for her to climb in after me. Danielle settled into place. She handed me a water bottle from the floor. “Drink,” she ordered, and I quickly guzzled the whole thing down.

Danielle patted her lap. Holding back a sigh, I laid down, resting my head on her leg as she indicated. Head and all, she covered me with a blanket. With a rumbling roar, we drove away. Leaving everything I cared about behind. Tears were utterly inadequate, unable to even come close to expressing how I felt. My heart wasn’t merely broken, it had been ground into dust. Under the blanket, I closed my eyes and rested as best as I could. Trying not to think about what would happen next.

At some point, I dozed, unaware of the passage of time.

Vibrations against my cheek woke me. Blinking my eyes in confusion, I looked up.

Danielle.

My breath caught with the sudden rush of emotions that roared through my mind. Anger. Rage. They were nothing compared to this swirling madness, a hurricane of bitter helplessness, and something so far beyond fury that there wasn’t a word for it.

The tornado had been swallowed by a hurricane so vast that I couldn’t imagine its edges. I no longer stood on the ground. Gale force winds whipped me past the moon, through a maelstrom of asteroids and comets.

She pushed a button on the dash, answering the call.

“Good morning, Officer Jane,” said Danielle.

“Danielle, it’s a pleasure to speak with you again,” Jane’s kind voice replied.

I gasped in horror. The police officer was one of them?

“She tried to convince me to disobey your orders. She tried to get me to tell her what was really wrong.”

I didn’t realize I’d spoken out loud until Office Jane replied to the question I didn’t ask. “Of course, I did. That’s one reason I was there. If you had disobeyed or said a word you shouldn’t have, I would have taken care of you. Carla would have taken care of your family. Then, Danielle would have picked out someone else.”

Danielle pressed her finger to my lips, silencing me. A small part of me had still hoped to escape. But I now knew there were at least three of them.

Three asteroids swirled around me, moving faster and faster in the screaming winds. They spin closer with every pass, whipping around as I twisted frantically through the air, trying to escape my approaching doom. In slow motion, they collided. Crystal shattered. Nothing was left except for my head and part of a shoulder.

My lower lip trembled under her finger.

“Why did you call?” Danielle asked.

“A distraught mother just called, and I’m on my way to their home. Her daughter is missing. They found a note on her bed claiming she was about to take her own life, thanking them for everything they had done for her.”

“Perfect,” said Danielle, “we left her clothes on the shore near northbridge. Pull the surveillance videos from the convenience stores on either side of the bridge, and they will confirm that she walked up and never left.”

“Really?” asked Jane, “what did you do with her?”

“We swam into the inlet and let the outbound tide carry us a quarter-mile to the changing rooms. We cleaned up. She's been hiding under the covers ever since. We’re a few hundred miles down the interstate.”

“Between that, and the video of her breaking down and sobbing into my shoulder for half an hour, it'll be an easy sell. Even for her family. Oops, I’ve got to go. Mommy’s calling me back. Later,” said Office Jane.

The line went dead. Silence fell. This time, I didn’t cry, their survival had been my goal. Part of me was ecstatic, no matter how much I wanted to weep. They had plans within plans. Even if I had the opportunity to safely kill all of them, are there more that I’ll never meet? Do they have contingency plans I don’t know about?

Danielle pulled off onto the side of the interstate.

“My rules should be the only thing you care about now.”

Yes. They’re safe, if I continue to obey.

“Yes, Danielle,” I said.

“You’re not here to be my sex slave.”

The look in her eyes warned me not to get my hopes up.

“You are my sex toy. A living sex doll. Your clothing, hairstyle, tattoos, and piercings are entirely my choice. You do not express your opinions, and you do not make decisions. If pressed or asked directly, your preference is always the same. ‘Whichever Danielle prefers.’ I don’t care if you’re given a choice between taking a nap and being fucked up the ass with a twenty-four-inch strapon.”

She growls, “You. NEVER. Choose.”

“Toys do not speak, so carefully consider before opening your mouth. You will be punished unless I decide it was necessary. Saying you’re hungry or thirsty isn’t necessary. Starvation takes weeks, dehydration takes days. Unless you truly believe you're about to die, don’t say a word. Telling me, you need to pee or poop isn’t necessary. Hold it until I say otherwise. I don’t care if your bladder bursts like an overripe watermelon.”

Silence fills the car. Breath trembling, my hands twisted in my skirt. This was worse than slavery. Much worse. Fighting back panic, I tried to maintain control, and listen to the bile spewing from her mouth. She had stolen even the slightest slivers of hope.

“In public,” she continued, “things are a little different. Unlike a regular sex doll, hidden under the bed when not in use, you are something I’ll enjoy showing off. The rules still apply, but they are secondary to supporting the fiction that you’re my willing, but very kinky, submissive slut. One who enjoys pretending to be my sex slave.”

Her self-satisfied smirk widened.

“My living sex doll. Literally. That’s all you are now.”

Danielle’s fingers hooked onto the low neckline of the slutty schoolgirl outfit she dressed me in and pulled me back down onto her lap. Her right hand danced along my bare midriff. She put the Hummer back in gear and pulled back out into traffic. Danielle turned on the radio, playing a heavy metal song I didn’t know. When her hand came back down, she reached up under my shirt.

The maelstrom reached new heights. Wind howled. Staccato strikes of lightning thundered. A sonic barrage that broke something. I tumbled through a thick blanket of silence. Suddenly deaf. Mute winds carried what was left of my head through an endless nightmare of solitude... I closed my eyes.

Silence. Calm. A semblance of peace.

Her powerful hand gripped my breast tightly. I tried not to respond. She kneaded it painfully, and I couldn’t stop myself from whimpering. Fingernails ground deep. I made small helpless noises. Biting back words, I forced myself not to speak. Danielle sang along with the radio, painfully out of tune. Her fingers on a mission to cause as much pain as they could without leaving a mark behind. Between her thumb and forefinger, she twisted my nipple. Gasping in pain, I squirmed against her. Unable to hold still.

Rules.

Her sick rules made it impossible for me to beg for mercy.

Several songs later, her grip relaxed. Her gouging fingers suddenly stroking with gentle caresses. No longer focusing on pain, she flicked her fingertip back and forth across my nipple. Fingernails scraped along the curve of my bosom, brushing my nipples gently. Instead of biting in deep.

An intoxicating edge to slowly building pleasure.

Against my will, my body reacted. Through song after song, she forced me to respond. My loins throbbed with need. I hated her for it. Why couldn’t she just leave me alone? What was she getting out of touching me like this?

I panted with lust as she casually built, drowning me in desire. My unwilling body whimpered with need. She had me on edge. On the verge of orgasm.

Danielle stopped.

Her hand rested on my waist. Unmoving. Only then did I understand. A sex doll. Her living sex doll. This was my life now. The pain. The pleasure. None of it had been about me. I could see a teenager playing with the silicone breasts on one of those realistic sex dolls on the internet. Of course, this had been in a relatively public location. Driving down the road. What would she do in privacy? What would happen when no one could see?

Danielle took an exit ramp, and we soon came to a stop. A huge trembling breath helped me summon the strength to meet her eyes. A mistake. Danielle’s expression. The look in her eyes. My burning hate and rage just rolled off her. Unnoticed. I was less than a pet. A possession she owned. Nothing more.

Mercilessly, the clinical truth crushed my soul.

In her world, she was the only person that existed. Everyone else was little more than a token. Game pieces she played with. My feeling changed nothing because she felt no empathy. Danielle wasn’t repressing her guilt. She didn't feel any. She truly believed, down to the bottom of her soul, that only her desires mattered.

Danielle desired my whimpers of pain.

My moans of pleasure.

They were all she cared about.

Raw anger demanded release. Pushing me to destroy her life as thoroughly as she had ruined mine. I swallowed down destructive thoughts. I loathed everything about her. Just from being in her presence made my skin crawl. Emotions churned my stomach. They shredded my soul.

Danielle didn’t notice them.

She would never notice them.

My crystalline eyes snapped open. The violent passions that had been destroying me had ceased to exist. I was falling, no longer carried by the force of my endless hate and helpless rage. End over end, I tumbled towards the full moon spinning below.

Just before I hit, I closed my eyes.

At least this crystalline body wouldn't feel pain.

I shattered upon its surface.

A small pile of rubble. Shards of glass. Blessed calm. Beautiful peace. Complete serenity. Even the slightest trace of wind would carry away the shards of my shattered mind. Destroy this perfection. But... this was the moon. A lifeless rock. Without an atmosphere, there couldn’t be any wind.

If I wanted to survive, there was only one path. Complete acceptance of her control over my life. Then I would live in an eternity of peace.

I surrendered willingly.

An aura of peace came over me. From far above, crystal shards rained down silently. They flowed like water, reforming my crystal body. My new statue didn't stand strong and proud; Instead, I groveled on my knees, forehead pressed against the ground. My face was hidden, but I knew what it would show.

Utter submission to the one that stood above.

The center of my world.

Breaking Elizabeth - 06

Breakfast“Breakfast time,” Danielle said. “This place has some of the best chicken andwaffles I’ve ever had.” My stomach twisted in hunger, rumbling loudly. Shelooked amused. When had I last eaten? Yesterday. Yes… Yesterday’s breakfast. Toys don’t speak. I couldn’t remember why, but it seemed i…

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