Red Lionheart

The Slaver

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The 35 by 30 foot lab was bathed in fluorescent white light. The 10 overhead ceiling lights made it so bright that one found themselves needing dark shades simply to see the room clearly without squinting (and possibly suffering eye damage). A dull buzzing sound caused by a combination of the overhead lights and surrounding equipments dominated the room, almost to the point that the doctors inside had to yell to make themselves heard. The walls and high vaulted ceiling were a dove white, and the floor a tile bright gray. The smell of new and/or frequently replaced materials enshrouded the room. It was exactly as the head doctor had asked it be when he'd taken Dorian Knight's job offer to work for him, and he wouldn't have it any other way.

The patient today was of course unaware of all of these things. Encased in a see through, 3 foot wide (in diameter) test tube that went from floor to ceiling, the completely nude Caucasian girl was unconscious, and completely unaware of her predicament. If she had been awake, she would likely have been screaming for help.

IV's were hooked up to her arms and an oxygen mask covered her nose and mouth; her body was slumped seemingly lifelessly against the cold casing of the tube. It was about to get colder.

The 4 doctors and scientist (all clad in white lab coats) standing around the tube all knew what needed to be done, but a procedure like this was always high risk. They were going to be injecting a large amount of an experimental drug they had developed named Orisen into the girls blood stream. The drug acted like a cancer, fighting past immune systems and taking a permanent residence inside the host body. This drug however, was not lethal, or even harmful to the body, at least not in the sense that cancer, or even the common cold was.

Once inside the host, the drug genetically altered the host chemical and genetic makeup in several ways: The most permanent and immediate ones being that it increased the sexual libido of the individual to an almost maddening level. The host would constantly be in a state of arousal so great that sex took on a level of importance as great, and in many cases greater than that of food, water, and sleep. There was no cure for the drugs affects, although at Mr. Knight's request, a pill had been created by the scientist and staff that could act as a 24 hour suppressant once taken. This had been invented largely in part to keep the host from going mad, and as such was used sparingly.

The procedure was not difficult, but very dangerous. The tube she was in would be incased in water just above freezing, and the girl would then have the drug injected into her through the IV's she was hooked up to. The doctors and scientist weren't sure why, but apparently putting the body in a state of shock had dramatically increased the success rate of the procedure. In all, it should take no longer than 5 minutes if done correctly, and then the girl would be taken out, warmed up and allowed to recover, provided she lived.

"Sir, are you ready to begin?" asked a 5'7, middle aged female Caucasian brunette with pale blue eyes.

"Yes, fill it up." said the doctor; a tall man (European) in his seventies with a receding hairline and brown eyes.

The woman nodded in acknowledgement and pressed a button on a panel near the tube, and an influx of water flooded the tube. The girls' body began to shake, although she remained unconscious. 2 minutes later, when it was almost filled to the brim the doctor motion to another of the doctors; a French South African in his early 40's-to begin the injection of the drug. With the flick of a switch, the IV's begin to pump a dark red fluid into the girls' blood stream.

The last doctor in the room; a 20 something Australian with green eyes and thick, horn rimmed glasses that was huddled over an assortment of computer equipment-made the announcement that the girls vitals were holding up, but to get it done soon.

All four of the medical practitioners looked on anxiously until finally after what seemed like an eternity (but closer to 7 minutes) the flow of fluid stopped coming into the IV, and they knew the injection was complete.

The 20 something doctor again announced that the vitals were okay and that she should make it and the head doctor told his brunette colleague to drain the tube. He then made an announcement on one of the intercoms to send in a recovery staff. Wiping his brow and turning to face his colleagues, the older man smiled.

"So everyone, what do you say we do lunch?"

Everyone couldn't have agreed more.

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34 year old Dorian Knight was a slaver. He wasn't one in the traditional sense of the word either. He caught and enslaved women and trained them as sex slaves for a living, and then sold them to those that could afford his steep prices throughout the world.

He molded them physically and mentally into whatever his clients required, and then sold them for exceptionally high prices. On the private island which he owned and at present resided, he had a laboratory where modifications were made to the enslaved women, a medical ward for recovery, the training grounds themselves and an entire building dedicated to holding them and maintaining their upkeep (although the conditions were by no means pleasant). There was also his mansion, and the smaller homes and complexes where his security staff, doctors, scientist and other trusted staff stayed.

All were paid handsomely for their silence, and all knew better than to squeal on their employer. Dorian Knight was a very powerful man, and they all knew it.

In addition to selling slaves, he also kept some for himself. A few weeks prior he had visited Miami Florida, and it was there that he had seen who he would make his newest toy at a fair, 25 year old Mia Andrews. She was pretty, smart, sexy and most importantly, didn't have anyone who would miss her for a few days. She lived alone, and her parents were from another state.

Dorian Knight

Dorian had his men follow Mia to her small, lower middle income apartment. They'd apprehended her in the dead of knight, and before she knew it she'd been handcuffed, gagged and shipped halfway across the planet and out of the country to a small private island several hundred miles away Belize, and even further from any place else.

They'd kept her in a constant state of semi consciousness (and most of the time completely out of it) while test had been run, family history checked, and every detail of her life uncovered, revealed and documented for Dorian.

Test revealed that she was still a virgin-something that nearly floored Dorian (he hadn't deflowered a woman in a few years short of a decade) and he'd made the decision to have her injected with Orisen as the single modification he decided to have done to her.

Now, 3 weeks later everything was done. Mia Andrews no longer existed. No one would ever find her, and she was his. She would make the 5 ^th slave that he decided to keep, and he'd already made space for her in the main house.

He'd spoken with her only briefly, but had gathered that she was not the type of woman likely to relinquish her body to him willingly. He occasionally raped women, but rarely. Although he was in the business of sex slavery, (the very essence of which evolved around non consensual sex) he was good looking and decidedly wealthy after 12 years in the business, and he didn't need to force women to have sex with him. He had black hair styled in a crew cut, piercing brown eyes, and chiseled features. He stood just less than 6 foot and weighed 175 pounds. No, Dorian didn't need to rape. The rape training, and other forced sex that commenced on the island was generally carried out by the rest of the staff.

All of his personal slaves, as well as his other partners; were either willfully sleeping with him, or had sex with him under the inducement of Orisen (after the drug took full affect in ones body they were the personification of a slut). Rather or not that counted as rape or not Dorian wasn't sure, and didn't really care. He didn't have any moral qualms with rape; he just didn't ordinarily need to do it to get what he wanted.

As it stood, the drug would not take full affect for at least a week or so, and Dorian didn't want to fuck her quite yet anyway. She would be disoriented, tired and otherwise not in the state of mind he wanted her to be in when he deflowered her. He wanted Mia to be well aware of her surroundings, and the reality of her situation. Eventually, he wanted her to understand that she was a slave, and to embrace that reality. That however, was a long ways off. As it stood, her body would need to recover from the lack of movement over the last 3 weeks and the shock it had just experienced from the procedure.

Coming out of his reverie, Dorian realized that he had at last reached the recovery ward of the island. Walking in like he owned the place, (which he did) Dorian went to room 82, a small room with 2 hospital beds, pale blue walls, a white ceiling and a gray and blue tiled floor. Mia shared a room with another recovering patient; a petite woman in her late 20's whose breast had been enlarged to a 38DD at a client's request.

She was chained to the bed to prevent escape, and seemed to have at present run out of fight, as she laid in a deep meditative sleep. Dorian walked past her and at last saw Mia Andrews, the 25 year old former secretary at a women's clothing store. She had apparently finally woken up, and when she saw Dorian a look of recognition came over her.

Mia Andrews stood 5'7 and 110 to 115 pounds. She had brown hair that went past her shoulders and soft, dark brown eyes. Dorian remembered that when she was actually smiling it was truly a thing of beauty, but the look on her face at present was one of incredulity, although she was still quite a site to behold. She wore a sleeveless, long white T-shirt (and nothing else) that came midway down her thigh. If she could have seen the back of the shirt, she would have known that it said "property of Dorian Knight", but at present she couldn't. She had a lean, but curvy body from what Dorian recalled (although he couldn't see it at present), and flawless skin.

Mia Andrews

She was unquestionably scared, but that was okay for now; the girl clung to the bed sheets as if they were all that separated her from death.

It crossed Dorian's mind that in less than one week modesty would be the furthest thing from her mind. Very rapidly, her very genetic makeup was changing; something that she would soon realize.

Dorian took a seat on the bed next to Mia, who continued to look at him with a look of wide eyed bewilderment.

"Do you know why you're here?" Dorian asked.

Mia shook her head. "How long have I been out?" Mia asked.

"3 weeks." Dorian said evenly.

The look on Mia's face was clearly one of shock, as however long she may have deduced she had been unconscious, it was not that long.

"Welcome back to the land of the living." Dorian said after several moments of silence.

"W-what happened?" Mia asked, and then; wait, can I have something else to put on first. I need to let people know where I am."

Dorian smiled, not unkindly, although he was enjoying this moment.

"You won't need anything else to put on. In fact, you won't even need that shirt soon enough." Dorian resituated himself on the bed so that he was facing Mia more.

"Mia, you've been kidnapped by me. Well, I wasn't the one who personally did it, but it is by my order that it was done. We met a few weeks at a fair in Miami, and it was then that I decided to have you kidnapped. You see, I'm a sex slaver and I decided that I was going to add you to my personal litter of sex kittens. I had you kidnapped from your apartment in the dead of night 22 days ago, and you've been in an induced comatose state since then. Very soon, you are going to notice some changes to your body that will make you a better servant to me sexually. Do you understand so far?"

Dorian was prepared for what happened next. Mia screamed in rage and attacked him. However, even if she had not been in a physically weakened state, her punches would have done little to harm him. Dorian held her arms by the wrist, restraining her for several minutes until she had exhausted herself.

"I'll kill you!" Mia declared.

"I doubt it." Dorian retorted.

"I'll never…you can't…" Mia said hoarsely, her voice raw from screaming.

"You will, but it will be because you ask for it." Dorian said.

Mia looked at Dorian like he had clearly lost his mind.

Dorian continued: "I'll make you a deal. I won't touch you unless you ask to be fucked, on the condition that you don't masturbate. You'll only wear what I tell you however, and you'll still be expected to oversee the domestic chores of the house as well as the other girls."

"You mean your whores." Mia spat.

"So then you acknowledge that you consensually sleeping with me would make you a whore then, right?" Dorian asked.

"I'll never, you'll have to…"

"I assure you I won't." Dorian said. And then: "Anyway, they'll pump you with enough drugs over the next 2 or 3 days to get you back into shape in no time, so you'll be up and at it soon enough. In the mean time, I suggest you get used to the idea that your old life is gone. You'll never see anyone from your previous life again, and you're no longer even in the United States. The security on this island is tighter than you could comprehend, and everyone here knows what this island is, what it's about and what you are. They will not help you. If you ever leave this island, I assure you that I won't be taking you any place where you could potentially get away. In about a week, you'll see why you're my slave both mentally and physically. Until then…"

Dorian got up from the bed, leaving a slightly confused and very upset Mia to sulk.

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