Anger Issues

by TylerRose.

  “Oh my god, that was so hot,” she said when he broke the surface. “We need a bed. I need you to fuck me for an hour.”

  He only grinned and gestured for her to follow. They walked to the steps, members and girls still staring. This time, the men were envious of him and the girls were jealous of her. He grabbed up his clothes, not bothering with a towel, and they went in the back door. Rather than wait for the elevator, he took her up the back stairs the servants used.

  They walked the entire length of the corridor to the other side of the Manor. Room Q was literally at the end, it’s door staring at them as they approached. He had a numerical code, and punched it in quickly.

  Inside, the bathroom was directly opposite the entry. To the left was a two seat table, then the full size bed beyond it. To the right of the bed was a three cushion sofa with a glass coffee table. Simply furnished, but this was all they needed. He dropped his clothing in the space to the right of the door and took her by the hand to the bed.

  He sat on the edge, drew her near by the hand he still held. She stood between his parted knees, enjoying looking down at his smoothly muscled shoulders and belly to that big cock she couldn’t wait to have inside her again.

  “Kneel.”

  She did, using his legs to brace herself, and looked up at him.

  “I have specific instructions from Thor. Until he arrives, I am to stay with you and take care of you. I am to do what I want to you so long as I don’t make lasting marks. After he arrives and does whatever it is that he’s going to do, I will go back to my work as a guard except when he wants me to do things for him. You’ll come to the Guard House some of those days, just like you asked. There are no cameras here but there will be in the Guard House. You will still be filmed there to earn revenue for the Manor. If you do not agree, you’ll go to a cell down in the Death Block and sit there alone until he comes, however long that takes.”

  She only nodded.

  “You are to obey me. If you do not, I can deal with you as I see fit. No one else may. If you piss off anyone else, Thor will deal with you himself. So this is not a free for all. There will be repercussions.”

  They both let that statement hang.

  “You are still a prisoner and are not to forget that,” Dan said.

  She nodded. There would be no dissolving of her crime.

  “Get up here on your back, Prisoner.”

  She smiled and jumped up past him onto the bed and flipped herself over with a bounce. He turned around to crawl over her and gave her the single longest fucking of her life. He made her state many times that she would be obedient and compliant, withholding her climax until she said it again.

  He had their supper brought up, let her sit at the table with him to eat. He turned on the video screen and she saw news and current events for the first time since the day she’d killed her uncle. She was able to watch one of her favorite programs as well, and didn’t mind being told to lie down and go to bed.

  She woke when he was coming in the door again.

  “Where’d you go?” she asked, yawning and stretching.

  “The House Master wanted to speak to me,” he replied, placing a covered tray on the table.

  “What’s that?”

  “Breakfast.”

  “Breakfast?” she questioned.

  “Yes. It’s morning.”

  “Morning? I slept through the night?” she said.

  “No. We did wake up and have sex in the middle of the night. Do you not remember that?” he asked.

  She thought hard, sought her memory, and found a vague sensation.

  “You had me from behind. You were telling me that Thor would show up unannounced and have me and leave. I recall having a good, hard one from that.”

  “You did,” he smiled. “I’m glad you remember. Come eat.”

  She went to the toilet first, washed her hands and face, brushed her teeth with water so she wouldn’t have a toothpaste mouth before eating.

  Breakfast was a stack of blueberry pancakes with blueberry syrup and maple butter. While they were eating, the Butler knocked on the door, a Footman with him. They carried clothing for them both. Rather than have her choose from the selection, Dan had suggested the House Master send up one of each item for her to wear.

  “Finish eating,” he told her rather than explain, and sat down to his own plate.

  When they were done and the tray was placed outside in the corridor, he let her open the bag. She took out a fluff of fabric, finding an ankle-length satin nightgown in ivory with a pattern of crimson and black flowers. It was sleeveless, the tank straps wide enough to stay in place. Another was a sheer film in a blush pink, also with wider shoulders. There were seven in all, each different in color, pattern, or material.

  “Put on the sheer pink and we’ll go down into the Manor,” he said, reaching for his own clothing.

  He’d been brought three suits, two of them donated, so he wouldn’t have to wear his uniform in the Manor. Dark blue, black, and a dark gray, with six different shirts, and his dress shoes from home. He was to wear his guard’s armband with his rank so no one would mistake him for a member.

  “You know what? I don’t want to go into the Manor,” she said. “Someone is bound to piss me off and I’m going to say something to make them mad. Is there something else we can do?”

  “There are trees around the plateau. We can walk to them. Fuck in the forest.”

  Her smile filled the room. “That sounds like fun!”

  “Put that on,” he gestured to the garment in her hands.

  This was his job: To keep her days as stress-free as possible. If she didn’t want to go into the Manor because she didn’t want her condition to get her into trouble, then he wouldn’t make her. He’d explain it to Thor when he gave his report.

  They spent three days together, enjoying the grounds and their own company, before she wanted more intense attention. He took her to the guard house for the rematch and she took all of them without incident. The many cameras caught every minute of the marathon session that stretched well into five hours.

  Seeing the light flashing on the phone, he let her soak in the bathtub and rest while he checked messages. There was only one.

  “This is Thor. Soon as she’s dried off, take her naked down to the Death Block and leave her in Cell 54. You will go back to your uniformed guard work until given a message to dress in a suit again.”

  Dan had no way to call Thor back and ask if she was being punished for something or if isolation was going to be the last step before Thor came to take her In Hand. He hoped it was the latter. She’d been good as could be, had hardly said a contrary word since he’d been with her.

  “Don’t put on the nightgown,” he said when he heard the water slosh. “Dry off. We have to go downstairs.”

  “I’m tired. Can’t I rest?” she asked.

  “You’ll rest when we get downstairs.”

  Dried, hair combed, she went with him without any further fuss. Until they reached the Death Block.

  “Why? Have I done something wrong?” she asked, eyes darting to the door held open by a guard who had fucked her just an hour ago.

  “No, you haven’t,” Dan said, deciding he could give her that support. “Thor wants you to be in a cell. No doubt he’ll be coming for you soon and wants you to have a particular experience before he does.”

  She accepted the answer. It was as plausible a story as any other. She followed him down the entire length of the cell block, to the room at the very end. It was in the corner, away from access doors and the intake room. With only one cell adjacent and four in the immediate area, it would be quiet.

  “How long—?”

  The door clanged closed behind her. There would be no more questions. She sighed, hoping this meant Thor would come and do it soon, and turned off the light to lie down. She slept, waking when food was brought. She paced the room and slept again. She was not brought out to work in the laundry, was not taken to the showers,
had no way of knowing how many days she’d been there.

  She was brought six meals but could not know if that was three meals per day or two. Probably two, because she got extremely hungry between meals.

  Mostly, without external stimulation, she slept.

  The door to her cell clanged open unexpectedly, waking her from a deep slumber. She looked up to see Danail.

  “Time to go to your execution.”

  Chapter Four

  She followed Dan up that long corridor of cell doors to exit the block. Through the airlock and into the Manor. Up the stairs to the second floor, and she thought maybe she would be taken to that same room they’d been in before. Instead, they stopped at the first door on the left. A number of members were filing out, some smiling and others somber. When they were out, Dan took Mally in.

  The House Master and President were there, seated and waiting. The House Master gestured her to go into the second door, into the room viewed through the glass wall. Going in, she saw the other side was a mirror.

  Thor was there. She smiled but he did not return the expression.

  “Are you prepared to lose everything you ever were?” he asked.

  A question to make her pause. She’d really been enjoying this last week with Danail. That week, however, did not change the fact that she had some 45 little time bombs inside her brain.

  “I am.”

  “Who are you?” he asked.

  “I am Thor’s cunt,” she replied.

  He reached out a hand to grasp her around the back of the head and draw her near.

  “Keep saying that until I tell you to stop.”

  Her cheek pressed against his bare chest, she heard and felt his heart beat. Both his hands wrapped around her head. Those 45 grains of rice grew to a searing hot pain. She kept saying it through the pain, arms around him as tight as she could hold him.

  White light overwhelmed all her senses.

  She opened her eyes, waking from a sleep that was not sleep, a death that was not death. She looked up into his face, knowing he was Thor and she was his.

  “Who are you?” he asked.

  She thought, searching a blank memory for this shred of information. It sprang from her lips without her having found it first.

  “I am Thor’s cunt.”

  “What is your purpose?” he asked.

  “To serve Thor.”

  “Who am I?”

  “You are Thor,” she smiled.

  He took her by the hand to the door, opened it to see Danail.

  “Do you know this man?” he asked.

  She studied his face a few seconds. “No.”

  “This is Danail. He will be with you sometimes when I’m not here. Do what he tells you. He is going to take you to a cottage outside this building. You will live there. I will be there shortly.”

  “Okay.”

  “You address me as Master,” Thor told her.

  “Thank you, Master.”

  “For what?”

  “I don’t know. I just feel like I should thank you,” she said.

  He kissed her on the lips. “Go.”

  She went with Danail without a word. Thor watched her leave, waited for the door to close behind her before he turned to the House Master and League President.

  “No one touches her unless I tell her they may,” he said. “I’ve imprinted a set of instructions into her memory. She knows nothing else. She can retain new knowledge but has no curiosity or sense of ambition at this time. We’ll see if either one grows. She’ll live in the bungalow until further notice.”

  “Was losing all her memory really necessary?” the League President asked.

  “Necessary? There was no stopping it. Healing the tumors caused the loss of a substantial portion of her memories. She has no sense of curiosity because that was burned up in the healing as well. So was ambition. She has no jealousy either, or anger. She is a perfectly docile creature with a raging sex drive. I gave her a new sense of self. She is mine. Her entire reason for existing is to serve me. She is the perfect love slave. She has no wants of her own. Her needs are the basics of food, water, sleep, and exercise.”

  The two men were silenced, thinking on the nothingness of her life now.

  “You should have killed her when you had the chance,” Thor said, and teleported to be in the cottage when she arrived.

  Danailwasn’t allowed past the mat on the doorstep. Thor took his cunt inside, waving the escort away with an order to go home for the night and take the next day off. He’d be called and told when to report for duty.

  Turned out he had two days off before he got that call. He was to dress in casual clothes and would be her companion butler. Before hanging up, the House Master told him to bring a book. He met the golf cart with a member of the kitchen staff bringing groceries and hot breakfasts down to the group of bungalows.

  He saw at once why he needed the book. She wasn’t going to be moving anytime soon. Thor was tying his necktie, giving Dan instructions to keep quiet and wait for her to wake. If she was up to a walk, they could go onto the grounds. If not, don’t push her. She was not to go into the Manor unless Thor called with specific instructions and told them to her directly.

  He compiled a sandwich out of the toast, a fried egg and slices of ham, wrapped it in a napkin, and looked in on her one last time. A kiss to her forehead, a whisper of “my good girl”, and Thor vanished into thin air.

  When she was ready to get out of bed, about three hours later, she made herself toast and tea and sat to open a brand new embroidery kit left on the sofa with a stretching frame and other supplies. She set it up, the knowledge of how to do so already in her. Tasks and skills she had in abundance, conversation not being one of them.

  Dan spent several quiet days with her before Thor arrived to have about four hours with her. Thor would leave, and she would sleep and be very happy for a day. Dan walked with her on the grounds, swam in the pool. She had no desire to learn golf or tennis, no desire to learn anything; no interests to converse on. Their time together was largely silent.

  Thor called to tell her she could serve in the Manor if she wanted to, when he’d not been there for about a week and didn’t expect to be for several more days. She refused, and was instead offered Dan’s company in bed. That she took.

  The next time he called, he didn’t ask. He told her she was going to serve in the Manor.

  “There is a birthday party happening and you are going to participate.”

  “If you want me to, Master,” she replied.

  “I do. Every time someone engages you, you will know that I am the one doing it. Every hand that touches you is mine. Every word spoken to you comes directly from me. Do you understand, Cunt?”

  “I think so, Master.”

  “Good. Give the phone to Dan. Obey everything he tells you to do.”

  She held out the phone and waited while instructions were given.

  “Yes, Your Grace,” was all he said before hanging up.

  He sent her to the bathroom to use a glycerin suppository to evacuate her bowels and a water douche to rinse her anus. While she was busy, he called to the Butler’s office to ask for her encasement suit with the open breasts and zipper crotch to be brought. A Footman arrived in a matter of minutes. Dan watched while she put on the slinky garment. Super soft cloth stretched over her hips and breasts, fitting closely from fingers to toes.

  He zipped up the back for her, unlocked the crotch but left it closed. Hair twisted up onto itself. She made a flat bun and pinned it in place. He helped pull the hood through the collar she wore. The hood zipped at the back of the neck, a small lock going on to secure it to the back zipper. Her eyes were not covered, but there were no mouth holes. She could open her mouth but nothing could enter past the front of her tongue. He didn’t secure it yet, letting the lock hang open in the holes. He would lock it just before they arrived at the party. He put the key in his front pocket.

  He picked up the small fold that came with
the bundle and she blinked at its open shape. A full jaw muzzle. She would not be allowed to speak. She could scream in her throat, but the sound would be muffled.

  “Do you not like the muzzle?” he asked.

  “I have no feelings about it,” she said honestly. “I neither like it nor dislike it.”

  Dan let the matter go. She often had no feelings toward a thing. She had no personal likes and dislikes anymore, that part of her having been permanently destroyed in the healing of her tumors.

  She remained still while he put the muzzle on her. The buckle and head strap locked together to prevent members from removing it. This wasn’t to stop her from talking (much), but to stop them from spit roasting her. Tonight, she was going to get all the penetration she could ever want and not have to do a thing for any of the men. They would think they were using her, but in actuality, they would be servicing her needs.

  Thor was actually quite slick in his deviousness sometimes. Sure, he was offering his personal slave to be the central entertainment of the party…but their own greed would instead fulfill Thor’s real aim of satiating the insatiable.

  The blindfold followed. Leash snapped onto her collar, they left the room. Walking a slower pace, he held the leash close to her collar and took her to the elevator for safety. The feet of the suit were likely to be slippery on the stairs, as it did not have pads for traction, and he wouldn’t take her blind down steps.

  Exiting the elevator, turning left toward the library, Dan was met at once by a Footman.

  “One moment. I have to do a couple things,” Dan said.

  He took the open locks out of the holes, had her hold them for him, and opened the zipper until he could get a hand into the hood. He twisted a small plug to compress it and inserted it into her ear.