A Good Head For Business
Part II
F/f, f-self, slavery, nc, bondage, blackmail, lingerie, teen
"I wanted to be a writer," Alice was saying, in a casual, conversational tone.
Kim struggled to listen, to find the centre in her mind, to break herself away
from the fantasy in her mind.
It wasn't easy, but she did listen, concentrating hard.
"I wanted to be a businesswoman as well. I wanted to be... oh... so many things.
I wanted to be rich. They said I wasn't good enough. I wrote and they said my
books made no sense, the characters didn't work... They said I didn't have
enough experience for the jobs, I was qualified, I wasn't good enough...
"I was depressed when I was your age. I was in a hospital. I used to cut myself
and... I wasn't someone to tell me I was good. She wouldn't listen. All I wanted
was to talk to her and...
"You're nice, Kimberley. You listen. It's nice talking to you."
Alice got up at that point, humming to herself. "I'm thirsty," she said. "Be
back in a minute."
Kim waited, her heart pounding, until Alice's footsteps had receded down the
stairs, the kitchen door opening.
Now was her chance. If she could get up. The key to her handcuffs wasn't where
it had been - Alice had clearly taken them - but she kept a spare. In her desk
drawer, near the computer. If she could just get there, get her hands free...
She tried to roll off the bed, but her body would not obey her. A voice in her
mind was screaming and crying.
She... she...
The little Goth girl.
She raped me...
Shut up, thought Kim.
She'll be back... She'll do it again...
You enjoyed it, Kim thought bitterly, fighting back the realisation that the
little Goth girl was part of her, a persona she had created for the client's
fantasy. On some level, she had enjoyed the rape, as sickening as that sounded.
No! Enough of that. Get to the key. Uncuff her hands, cut the tape from her
ankles. Get out of here.
She couldn't move.
No! She'll be back. She'll be angry!
That stupid... Had this persona really been that bad? She was sixteen, after
all, naive and trusting. The fear had clearly been an aspect of the girl that
the client had liked.
Kim swore mentally. Why couldn't she have been in another persona when this
happened? The lap dancer would be having none of this. Nor would the dominatrix,
or the cat burglar.
Move!
She couldn't.
And then the footsteps came back, and Alice was sitting there again, a cup of
coffee in her hands. It was the mug Kim's mother had given her once, an Easter
egg inside it. Yellow and bright and marked with a fluffy bunny. Kim had never
used that mug. She had no idea why she had kept it.
What an absurd thought for her...
She's back...
Shut up! Go away! You're not real.
She raped me. Maybe...
....
Maybe she'll do it again.
"That's better," Alice said. "You have very nice coffee. Where was I? Oh, yes. I
like that you listen to me.
"I got some jobs when I got out of hospital. They said if I kept taking the
pills, I'd be fine. I was just lonely. That's not a crime, is it? I wanted to
write, but I wasn't good enough for that, and I wanted to run a business, but I
wasn't good enough for that, either.
"I saw your first advert last year, when you were still with... whoever they
were. The other people. I looked at it for days before I finally wrote to you.
It wasn't much to begin with, but I had ideas. Lots of them. I was the doctor
who hypnotised you, do you remember that one? And the vampire? I tried lots of
them, and you responded to all of them.
"I knew you were special.
"And that first photo I had, the one of you in the bra and panties... I knew it,
then. The way you looked at me. You wanted to help me. You wanted to help me
write. You would listen to me. You'd understand me. I was working a little. I
had to get a job, to keep writing to you. I was temping. Office stuff.
Photocopying and filing and that sort of thing. I was working for the Tax Office
one time, and that's when I saw your return. That had to be fate, didn't it? Me,
seeing that. Recognising the name. That it was me who found it.
"It had to be fate.
"I'm sorry I tried it that way when I tried to blackmail you. That was wrong of
me. I should have just told you these things. So. Here I am.
"Oh, yes! My business proposal! I had an idea. This plan of yours is good.
Photos and tapes and... and the props. I still have those damp panties you send
me. That was wonderful.
"So, why not take it further? Actual fantasies. Real life, not just photos. Our
customers can come here and see you. Live out their fantasy. You dress up so
well. We can decorate your rooms. The cellar, perhaps. Or maybe we can hire some
rooms somewhere. I can run the business side of things, you can handle the
creative side.
"What do you think?"
Kim had managed to re-establish some semblance of her own identity by now,
although it still took a great effort of concentration. She had only just
followed Alice's rambling half-confession, half-serenade, and it took her a
moment to realise what it was that she was expected to answer.
Alice was beside her by now, and gently removed the gag. "Well?"
Kim breathed out, and then in. "I..." she began, her voice raspy. She swallowed.
"I'm not a whore."
"Of course you are," Alice replied breezily. "Look at you. You dress up, pretend
to be all these things. People pay for your photos, your underwear. They fuck
you in their minds. What does it matter if they really do it? We'll make a
fortune, the two of us."
"I'm not a whore," Kim said again. The Goth girl was pleading with her to stop
now, to accept Alice's offer, but she kept the irritating nagging back. "I was
going to stop this. In a few months. For good."
"What? But why? This is going so well... so.. You... I thought you were...
You're just like the rest... you don't want to..." Alice stopped, shaking.
"You... you..."
Alice closed her eyes.
"You..."
Alice clenched her fists.
"You fucking bitch!" she roared. "You cunt! You worthless, cocksucking cunt!"
She punched at Kim. It was a weak blow, off-balance, but it still grazed the
bound girl's head, causing dots to flash before her eyes, and nausea to rise.
There was another blow to Kim's side, and one to her back.
Then Alice was on top of her, still screaming and swearing. "Fucking cunt!
Whore! Slut! Worthless shitty little cocksucker!" She didn't even seem able to
stop for breath.
Then she thrust the dildo into Kim's body again, but this time, it was not the
helpless girl's pussy that was the recipient of the violation. It was her anus,
the hole ripped open by the force of Alice's invasion.
"Whore! Slut! Bitch slut whore!"
Kim cried out with the first thrust. By the second she was screaming.
"No, Mistress!" she howled in the brief pause between thrusts. "No, Mistress!
Don't!"
This was not the little Goth girl. This was Kimberley Bradley herself, writer,
businesswoman, screaming and pleading for mercy.
But her cruel captor did not listen to her. She kept thrusting, on and on, not
stopping, without rest or remorse, unil Kim finally screamed herself hoarse, her
body shaking and shuddering, and she fell into blackness.
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A little later, Kim had no way of knowing how long, she was restored to herself
by the pleasant chatter coming from just beside her. She groaned, the lower half
of her body throbbing with pain. A gentle hand stroked her hair away from her
face.
"There, there," said Alice soothingly, completely oblivious to the pain she had
caused Kim earlier. "I've been looking around. You have some very nice things
here."
Kim didn't say anything.
"I had a look on your computer while you were sleeping. I saw your pictures.
They were very nice. There were a few folders I couldn't open, though. A list of
your customers. Some of your private diaries. Letters. That sort of thing." She
ran a finger along Kim's bare shoulders.
"What's your password?"
Kim was still silent.
"If I'm to be your business partner, I'll need to know these things. Hmm?
Kimberley?"
Nothing.
It wasn't that Kim was being deliberately obstructive. It was more that she
couldn't bring herself around properly. She needed calm and strength of will to
restore her personality, and now she didn't have either. She was just drifting
along on a sea of mental instability, trying to survive from one moment to the
next.
"Kimberley?"
There was the distant sound of crying, sobs bouncing off cold and damp stone
walls.
This was not a cellar dungeon! This was her bedroom, the place she had created
dozens of these fantasies! Why couldn't she shake this one?
Because this one was real.
No, it's not! This isn't some mysterious kidnapper. This is a... a... seriously
disturbed woman.
But I'm still her prisoner. I'm still tied up. She still hurt me. She can do it
again. I'm helpless.
This is different!
How?
It...
"Kimberley?"
It just is...
Alice sighed. "I'm trying to help you, you know? You only have yourself to
blame." She rolled Kim over to her back and knelt over her, straddling Kim's
prone body. The bound girl was breathing in and out harshly, her breasts pushing
against the tight lacing of her corset.
Muttering incoherently to herself, Alice untied the corset, almost ripping it
away, revealing all of Kim's pleasantly rounded breasts.
"All you had to do was tell me!" she snapped. "A simple question. I'm trying to
help you, you filthy little whore. Bitch."
She slapped Kim's right breast, a hard blow, stinging.
"Fucking cocksucking..."
She grabbed Kim's nipple and squeezed it, pinching it tightly between her
fingers, pulling it upwards. Kim cried out, but Alice only squeezed tighter.
"Worthless cunt..."
Her nails began to dig into the sensitive skin of Kim's tit.
"No!"
"Fucking useless cunt bitch slut..."
"Please!"
"Tried to help you..."
"Parker!" Kim cried. "Parker. The password's Parker."
Alice released her. "There," she said, with a smile. "That wasn't so bad, was
it?"
She got up and walked over to the computer. Kim lay there for a long time,
unable to resist the anguished voice in her head. Her nipple was throbbing, her
arse burning... She was too tired to argue with herself.
Alice returned later, evidently having found what she had been looking for. She
was no longer wearing the strap-on, and a fierce smell of arousal was coming
from her.
"Oh, this is going to be such fun. I've got so many good ideas." She straddled
Kim's face, running her hands through the helpless girl's dark hair. "We're
going to make so much money..."
Kim did not know what to do, but the little Goth girl did. She opened her mouth
and began to lick.
"We're going to work so well together."
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Kim spent the next few weeks in something of a blur, her mind in a haze, unable
to tell between reality and fiction. The little Goth girl persona had faded,
eventually melding with the rest of her mind. Other identities rose and fell,
all becoming part of her.
Photographs were taken of her. She remembered that.
She was fed, and changed and allowed to wash. She performed these acts in a
daze.
She had tried to escape once, she remembered that, punching Alice out of the way
and running, dripping and naked for the door. Alice had caught her, and beaten
her unconscious, screaming obscenities all the while. Kim spent the next two
days tied up tightly, her pussy and anus throbbing mercilessly.
More photographs were taken.
The running of her business had been taken from her, as had every other
conscious decision she had been able to make. She was aware that Alice was
refusing to answer any more letters, or send out any more packages.
"Why bother with any of that, Kimberley? We'll make so much more money this way.
Don't you agree?"
She had mumbled something incoherent, which Alice took for assent.
Alice came and went, leaving Kim tightly bound and gagged whenever she was gone.
She placed mail orders for dungeon equipment, props Kim had never needed before,
but had been able to fake with photoshopping. Kim's bank account depleted very
rapidly. She had told Alice her PIN number and credit card details, under
similar torture to that which had elicited her computer password.
Alice rambled a lot. Sometimes she talked about friendship and business
partnership. Other times she spat obscenities, insulting Kim, calling her all
sorts of foul things, usually as she raped her.
Alice had found all Kim's toys. She wasn't averse to using them on Kim.
She wanted new funds. She had exhausted Kim's bank account and credit card
limits, and convinced herself that the business would be a success. Unable to
arrange a bank loan (that would require Kim actually leaving the house) Alice
turned to more unconventional methods.
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"She's pretty enough," said the woman, immaculately dressed in a trouser suit,
speaking with a sexy French accent.
Kim was barely aware she was there. Alice had not fed her for days, just drinks
of water and occasional spoonfulls of sugary cereal whenever she remember. Kim
was hallucinating by now.
"I know people who would buy her. For themselves, for a brothel."
"No, she's my partner."
"Really?"
"My business partner. Not like that."
"You plan to rent her out as a prostitute?"
"No! She isn't some fifty pence whore. She's special. We've got a business
plan."
"And you want to borrow money from me and my... associates."
"Yes, for the business. To get it up and going."
"We're not a bank. You know that. Our interest rates are... not set by any
external body. If you don't pay, then..."
"We'll be able to pay you back. Once the business gets going."
"What do you have to offer for collateral?"
"You won't need any."
"Yes, we will."
"This house?"
"How about her?"
"Her?"
"If you don't pay the loan, we'll take her in lieu of interest. What do you
say?"
"But..."
"Those terms or no terms."
"I don't know..."
"Come now, Miss Evans. Where is your faith in your business acumen? If you will
succeed, then where is the risk?"
"You're right. We accept."
"Splendid. Now, as to the practicalities."
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A few weeks later, Alice arranged her first client.
Kim was vaguely aware of who it was. She had not pried into the privae
identities of her clients, but some of them had volunteered information.
Elizabeth had been one of her earliest clients. She had written numerous times,
with various different fantasies, but all of them had similar features. Her
fantasies were not excessively cruel, were usually well realised, and all ended
with Kim as helpless slave girl falling in love with her new Mistress.
Elizabeth had sent her a picture once, to better focus Kim's mind. She looked
perhaps thirty, pretty, with blond hair piled up atop her head, and a slender
figure. She worked as an estate agent, and was married, although she didn't
speak about her husband much.
She had been one of those writing, that Alice had not replied to. She had also
been the first to respond to Alice's new wave of advertising. She had created a
new fantasy.
Alice had drilled the fantasy into Kim's head repeatedly. This was the first new
client, and she wanted to be sure Kim did well. Kim's mind was still dazed, but
she had absorbed and accepted the new persona.
A secretary, lured into a trap by the wife of a man she was sleeping with.
Drugged, and stripped of her outer clothing to reveal sexy lingerie beneath.
Tied up and waiting for her new captor.
Kim was still trying to think of a way out of her predicament, recognising that
this was perhaps the best opportunity she had. If she could somehow tell
Elizabeth what was happening to her... she might be able to tell the police
or...
It was hard to concentrate. Who was she now anyway? There were so many names and
identities in her mind it was had to keep them straight. Alice had not allowed
her the time to re-orient herself after each one.
The real Kim was in there somewhere, screaming along with all the false ones.
She was dressed in the sexy lingerie, bought at great expense from one of the
finest department stores in town. There were faint remnants of torn and shredded
business clothing above it. Her arms were tied behind her back, her ankles bound
beneath er, a strip of duct tape across her mouth.
Somewhere nearby, there came the faintest trace of a conversation.
"I wasn't too sure about this. A fantasy in writing is one thing..."
"But to extend that fantasy. To truly live it! That is just a natural
extension."
"You are sure Kim is willing to go along with this."
"Of course."
"Only she never mentioned you before."
"She had recently retained my services as a business manager. There was a small
period of re-organisation. This was entirely her idea."
"Well, this is interesting, certainly. I won't deny I'm excited. She had a very
fertile imagination."
"Indeed she does. You have paid for two hours. Enjoy yourself."
Not long after that, the door opened, and in walked Mistress Elizabeth.
It was strange seeing her in the flesh, especially dressed as she was, in a
skimpy and slight PVC dominatrix uniform - a black halter, a short skirt, thigh
boots. She had cut her hair. Kim had aways imagined her in a certain way - the
way she walked, carried herself, her presence - and a part of her at the back of
her mind was pleased to know that she was almost entirely correct.
That was a very small part of her. The rest was screaming.
Let me out of here!
Except she was gagged of course. She could not talk.
"So," purred Mistress Elizabeth. "Not who you were expecting, Miss Bradley." She
paused for a moment, and then continued. "My husband has confessed everything.
After I threatened him with divorce proceedings - and ancillary relief, of
course - he has decided to stop your little affair."
Another pause.
"Of course, while I can forgive him for his little... straying, you are an
entirely different matter. Do you think I have not seen any of your sort before?
Young girls, with perfect breasts and a false smile? You are not the first to
try to ensnare him, and you probably won't be the last."
She had a lash in her hand. She swished it melodramatically.
"It is time you were taught a lesson. A lesson you so sorely need."
She ripped away Kim's gag and stood over her.
"Well, do you have nothing to say?"
Let me out! Help me! Oh, god, please help me!
Who was she? What was she supposed to say? What was this again?
Too many voices.
"Well?"
I... no... who... help me...
"I... I am... sorry..." she replied dully. "Please..." help me! "Forgive me..."
"Is that all you have to say? You will find my forgiveness has to be earned."
"I... Help... me..."
She looked puzzled momentarily. Then she resumed her icily vengeful stance. "You
deserve no help, but since I am feeling generous, I will help you divest
yourself of your sluttish ways."
She swished the whip again, and rolled Kim over to her front, her arse sticking
high into the air, covered only by the skimpiest of red silken panties.
A swish of the lash, and then it struck Kim's arse.
"Well?" asked Mistress Elizabeth. "That is only the first. That..."
She stopped.
Kim was screaming.
"No! I'm sorry! Please, I'm sorry. Let me go! I won't tell! I..."
Alice had whipped her last night - or maybe the night before - raining blow
after blow upon her arse, before thrusting into her with a vast dildo. Kim had
screamed herself hoarse, but she had still been able to hear the vile names that
poured from Alice's mouth.
"You..." Mistress Elizabeth began, but then she stopped. "Are you...?"
"Please! I'm sorry! I..."
Carefully, the blond woman stepped back, and then turned and made for the door.
Once the door was closed, Kim managed to restore herself slightly. She sank
forward into the hard surface of the cot where she was held. Her body was still
in agony, every part of her aching with some pain inflicted on her.
From outside, the faint words of the conversation reached her.
"Something is wrong with her. She is not... normal..."
"Over-acting, perhaps. Anxious to please you?"
"No. She was... There was... Before, there was a look in her eyes, in the
photos... like she was afraid, but also, secretly enjoying it as well. I'm not
interested in beating girls into submission. She's lost that look. She's just...
afraid. I'd like to think her acting skills are better than that. She knows what
I want."
"She's just over-enthusiastic. Wait a moment and let me talk to her."
"Who are you? She never mentioned a business manager before."
"I'm her... partner."
"What have you done to her?"
"Nothing! I've just... advised her."
"I'm going to the police."
"You wouldn't dare, you bitch!"
"Something is wrong."
"You do and... and... I'll make sure everyone knows of your little fantasies.
Everyone."
"Are you trying to blackmail me?"
"Just get out of here, and don't tell anyone anything, or you'll regret it."
"You... you..."
"I don't think your husband would like knowing what you really enjoy in bed."
There were no more words after that. There was a long pause, and then the sound
of the door slamming open.
And then there was shouting, and swearing.
And then there was screaming.
Lots and lots of screaming.
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Two more clients came in the next few weeks. One of them walked out, as
Elizabeth had. The other whipped Kim almost into unconsciousness, leaving her
raw and bloody.
There were no more after that.
The money was running out, and Alice found her creditor returning.
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"No! You can't..."
"The terms of our agreement were very clear."
"We'll... we'll turn it around. We'll get you back the money. Twice as much
money. We'll sign the house over to you."
"We tend to prefer a more... movable collateral. Our deal was clear. You have
defaulted on your payment."
"It's all her fault. It's... I would have been... It's..."
"Miss Evans. We are not banks. We are not lending agents. They can only declare
your bankrupt. We can do a great many other things."
"I wanted to be in business... That's all... I can... turn things... around..."
"Don't delude yourself."
Kim looked up as the door opened, and a woman entered. Which fantasy was this?
Who was she now? She didn't remember having been given a persona this time...
She hurt all over...
"Miss Bradley," said a sexy French voice. "So nice to meet you again."
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Epilogue
A woman was arrested yesterday in connection to the disappearance of Oxford
woman Kimberley Bradley. Miss Bradley, aged 20, was not seen for several months
before she was reported missing. The name of the arrested woman has not been
disclosed, but it is believed she is the woman police issued a photofit image of
last month, who was seen staying at Miss Bradley's house.
A police spokesman said there was every likelihood Miss Bradley was dead. No
body has been recovered.
Daphine Dupont put down the newspaper with a wry smile. She always believed it
was worth keeping up to date with events all across the world. Her newspaper
bill was very expensive, but worth it. With the amount of travelling she did on
behalf of her associates, it paid to be aware.
Mind you, she liked coming home as well. Her job as a public face of Europe's
largest slave trade ring gave rise to numerous perks. Brothels, work gangs,
sweatshops, illegal immigration, her group dealt with them all, and she managed
to take the pick of each time.
Like now.
She clapped her hands together and, obediently, one of her maids appeared.
"I heard something very interesting about you today, Kimberley," she said.
"Yes, Mistress," replied the kneeling girl.
Training Kim had taken some time, but the effort had been eminently worth it.
Daphine had a more than passing familiarity with psychotherapy and she had
understood, in ways Alice Evans never had, the workings of Kim's mind. She had
carefully overseen the bringing together of Kim's fragile personalities, and the
creation of a new one.
She looked at her maid. Kimberley was all but naked, her formerly pale skin
tanned a pleasant brown by the Bordeaux sun. All she wore was a leather collar,
and the briefest of bikini bottoms. When company was around, Daphine dressed her
in a little more. But not much.
Kimberley had had to do her share of entertaining again, but of a much higher
class of clientele than Alice had subjected her to. The girl's lovely back and
derriere would bear no more whip marks - a least, none that showed.
"Never mind," Daphine said. "I will tell you later." She stretched languidly,
and slid down her sarong skirt.
Kim moved towards her, ever obedient.
Yes, Daphine thought, her business was very rewarding indeed. It was a good job
she was so good at it.
The End
