A Very Sadistic Christmas (10/?)
Elle is the Ownz0rs!
“Hah! I own you,” I crowed. “You’re totally owned!”
“No!” Lyle groaned, throwing his Xbox controller to the floor. “How can a girl beat me at Halo? How? It’s just irrational, that’s what.” He shook his head.
“Sore loser,” I said with a smile. “This girl’s been trained for combat. She’s got lightning reflexes and a mind set to kill.”
He stilled at the reminder, suddenly looking worried.
Damn it… I gave him a friendly punch. “Hey, just kidding!” I gave him a big smile. “It’s your own fault for playing the alien. Bigger head, bigger target. You can’t hide, I find you.” I held my hand up in the shape of a gun, and pointed my finger at his head. I could have killed him very easily from that position, and it amused me how much danger he didn’t realize he was in. Instead, I made a clicking sound in my throat, and jerked my hand slightly.
“Ma… Elle?”
Lowering my hand, I smiled down at the pet lying at my feet. She had been all curled up on a couple pillows to watch my digital dominance, and now had her head tilted up at me. “Pe… Claire?” I mocked, raising an eyebrow.
“Heh,” she nervously chuckled. “Um, can I talk to you for a moment - in private?”
“Of course,” I agreed, crooking my finger to get her to stand. When she did, I grabbed her arm and led her into the downstairs bathroom. I shut the door behind us and turned the lock. “I always have time for a pretty girl like you.”
“Master,” she said very softly, “I did want to talk. Not make out or… do something twisted.”
“We can do both,” I insisted, pushing her ass down on the toilet lid. I slid on top of her lap so that I straddled her waist. “What did you want to talk about…?” I then whispered in her ear, “Pet, toy, thing, property, mine.”
“Um! M-master, I, uh, would rather if you didn’t threaten my brother,” my pet babbled as I kissed her cheek and licked for good measure. Yeah, I said it’s pets that lick things, but masters lick the good parts. “It’s, ah, not nice. I, uh, I mean, I get that you’re a sociopath, but you should at least try to be n-nice, I mean, respectful and not, um… You’re gonna hurt me, aren’t you?”
I chuckled. “Why? You wanna be punished?” I pulled back, and grinned at her adorable pet face, cheek wet with my saliva. “You have a face that begs for a good punishment.”
“Um, were you listening?” She lifted a hand to wipe her face, but I snatched it away and gave it a strong squeeze.
“No,” I said firmly, in response to her question and as a command. “You know what I am paying attention to?”
“My face that begs to be punished?” she guessed. She wiggled and made a very weak attempt to push me off; I shoved back and held her still. “Well, obviously I can’t stop you. You have me trapped, and there’s no way I could ever fight off a powerful woman like you, Master Elle Bishop.”
I licked my lips hungrily, a predator with her prey. “Very true,” I agreed, reaching out a finger to stroke her soft cheek. My pet closed her eyes, enjoying my touch. “Eager to be mistreated, aren’t you?”
She opened her eyes, startled. “W-well, I am a masochist, Master.”
I smirked. “Then say ‘please’. Show me what a fucked up little pet you are.”
She grimaced. “You’re really going to make me say it?”
“I think I am.”
She made another weak attempt to throw me off. “I guess I have to… Please punish me for nothing in particular, Master. Please hurt me just so you can get off. My entire purpose in life is to be your plaything, Master. Please use me like the helpless little pet I am.”
I grabbed her chin, positioned her head, and aggressively kissed her. My pet tasted strongly of a spearmint mouthwash, kinda weird but worth it when I thought about just why she tasted that way. I slipped my tongue into every region of her mouth, tasting the strong flavor in all her mouth’s little crevices. Meanwhile, I stroked her hair and her arms, and carefully unbuttoned her blouse…
My pet started struggling against me, really putting some effort into it. I could stop and ask her what she wanted, but she probably was playing and wanted me to punish her. I could also zap her into submission. I chose the latter.
…
The little bitch bit my tongue…
Halting my electrical assault, I extracted my hurt tongue from her mouth.
Claire looked at me with fear in her eyes. “I’m sorry… Master, God, I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to do that…”
I held a finger to her lips, silencing my pet. “If I thought for one moment that you intended that… well, you’d be babbling something different. Something like ‘please stop hurting me’. Um, what were you going to say?” I pulled my finger away, and rubbed my sore tongue.
“Going to say…?” She looked confused. Then it clicked. “Oh, yeah. Um, you’re being a bit, uh, obvious.”
“Obvious?”
“Well, you’re a sociopath. That’s kind of… showing through,” she said with a nervous look.
“Showing through…” I repeated. “Are you sure, pet? You know what I am. You sure you’re not… What’s the shrink term? Transferring or projecting…?”
“Master,” she said hesitantly, “I know you think of yourself as perfectly able to blend in, but, um, that’s not quite…”
“Tell me,” I instructed. “If you can help me with my façade, I want to know.”
“You’re a crummy actor,” she blurted out.
“What?”
“Crummy,” she repeated. “Master.”
I took a breath. “This better be constructive advice…”
“Well, as for the looks of empathy, you pretty much suck,” she said thoughtfully, a hint of a smirk on her lips.
Well, that wouldn’t do. I grabbed her lips and squeezed them together hard. “These are for kissing, not smirking.”
“Yes, Master,” she mumbled.
I released her. “Go on.”
“You’re overacting,” she continued. “You need to be subtler.”
“Mostly when I hold off I’m seen as apathetic,” I pointed out.
“Well, there’s a balance, I guess,” she said. “You have to express a feeling of empathy without going overboard or it’s clear you’re faking.”
“Hmm.”
“There’s also the violent remarks,” she went on. “Unless you’re talking to a silly little masochist, people won’t respond favorably.”
“There’re an awful lot of you, though,” I noted.
“Me?” She shrugged. “Besides me, how many masochists weren’t found in one of your jail cells?”
She had a point. I stroked her hair, and nodded for her to continue.
“I’m pretty sure Lyle knows there’s something wrong with you,” she said. “He’s too much of a guy to admit it, but I think he’s afraid of you.”
“As well he should be,” I said with a nod. “Thank you, pet. You’ve been very useful.”
“Why, that’s what every pet dreams of being,” she said sarcastically and with a smile.
I gave her a stern look. “It is.”
“Yes, Master.”
I grabbed her hair and yanked her head to the side. “You seem eager for a punishment, pet. You did hurt my tongue.” I ran my tongue over her lips, letting her feel her master’s injury. “I could make you scream. I could hurt you so many ways. I could make you degrade yourself before me. So many punishments… Because I’m nice, I’ll let you decide how.” I released her, and gently smoothed her hair back into place.
She looked at me warily. “You want me to punish myself?”
“Yeah, as long as you’re realistic,” I clarified. “Nothing obviously not a punishment. You can’t be just a touch submissive and expect that to count, because you’re supposed to be submissive anyway.”
“Okay…” she accepted her orders. “I think I should… um… I think I should…” She dropped her eyes, and looked me up and down. “I think that, when I’m alone with you and need to call you Master and stuff, I should call myself ‘Elle’s pet’ instead of ‘I’ or ‘me’ or whatever. For a while. Not forever.”
“So… ‘Elle’s pet’ thinks that ‘Elle’s pet’ should call herself ‘Elle’s pet’ when she’s talking to me?” I asked, making sure I had this right.
“Yes,” ‘Elle’s pet’ agreed. “It’s, um, dehumanizing and it’s kind of like what you’ve been doing with my name and stuff. Do you like it?”
“Hmm.” I cocked my head, considering. “I like your name… But you just have to call yourself that, right? You’re still my Claire-bear?”
“Uh… yeah,” she hesitantly agreed. “You can always call me whatever you want, right?”
“True.” I licked my lips. “Good punishment idea, Claire. Except, call yourself ‘Master Elle’s pet’ or just ‘Master’s pet’.”
“Yes, Master.”
“Now give my tongue a kiss to make it better,” I instructed, sticking out my tongue.
Claire bent her head forward and kissed the part she bit. “Sorry, Master’s tongue.”
I retracted my tongue. “What’s sorry?”
“Master’s pet is sorry,” she said enthusiastically, and then her face darkened. “Oh, God… What did… Master’s pet get herself into?”
I giggled. “Nice and dehumanizing, huh? Yeah, I think that’ll be a good punishment.” I patted her head.
“And how long do… does Master’s pet have to do this?”
I stroked her hair, admiring her adorable features. “Two years,” I threw out a random answer. “Or two days. Which do you like better? Remember to use full sentences, pet.”
She grimaced. “Master’s pet prefers to be punished for two days, Master.”
“You want to be punished for two days? You would love to be punished for two days?” I pressed.
“Master’s pet wants to be punished for two days,” she said obediently, if reluctantly. “Master’s pet would love to be punished for two days.”
“You really do?”
“Master’s pet really does.”
“Cool.” I gave her a quick kiss. “And here I was about to offer my pet a two hour punishment. Okay, pet, two days it is.”
“Fuck!” she swore. “You tricked me!”
“Aw, my potty mouth’s rubbing off on you.” I patted her head. “And, um, what, exactly, did I trick?”
“Master’s pet,” she corrected. “You tricked your pet.”
“That I did.” I smirked. “I think things like you deserve to be tricked, though. Don’t you agree?”
“No,” she said indignantly. “Master’s pet does not agree. Master’s pet thinks pets should obey orders we understand, not get tricked into asking for stuff we never wanted.”
“Yeah, well, my pet’s kind of an idiot,” I countered. “If she’s dumb enough to fall for something, I think she deserves exactly what she gets. I expect to get a gag soon, by the way. Thanks for asking for it. I’m sure I’ll enjoy cramming your mouth open.”
She winced like I’d smacked her. “Maybe Master’s pet isn’t very bright,” she admitted, tears forming in her eyes. “Master’s pet certainly isn’t as smart as you.”
I have to say, I totally undervalued the hotness of a sad submissive girl. My pet looked absolutely delectable at that moment, a little damsel in distress waiting for her knight to save her. Well, why couldn’t I be her evil captor and her brave knight?
“Shh,” I comforted. “Don’t cry, little pet. I can be nice. Just be a good girl, accept your punishment, and be absolutely devoted to my pleasure. That’s not so bad, right? And I’ll be a good master and give you treats when you’re obedient.”
“Treats?” She looked interested. “Like, kissing you? Or would Master’s pet get some control…?”
“You might get kissed more often,” I agreed. “You might get some extra privileges. Control? Well, you are my pet, so… no. You have rights of a sort, but I can take them away like lightning.” I shot some sparks through the air for emphasis.
“You’re a goddess, Master,” she blurted out. “That’s how Master’s pet thinks of you… You’re the Goddess of Lightning.”
“I’m the Goddess of Lightning?” I considered the title. There were others with electrical powers, even Morgan to an extent. I was the only one I knew about with a pet girl (or even boy), though. “I guess I am, huh?”
“So, you’ll still trick Master’s pet, and Master’s pet should accept it because Master’s pet only cares about pleasing her Master Elle?” she asked, getting back to the point.
“Pretty much.” I patted her head. “Don’t think of it as you getting tricked, though. Think of it as your very smart master outwitting your flimsy pet mind.”
She grimaced. “Why do you have to do that?” she demanded. “Insult your pet like that?”
“Aw, Claire,” I chided, “I’m disappointed. I mean, I know you’re dumb, but I wouldn’t think you’d have forgotten by now that you being hurt turns me on. It kind of turns you on too.” I dropped a hand down between her legs, and slowly trailed my fingertips up her inner thigh.
She jerked, trying (and failing!) to get away. “Master, please!”
“Please what?” I flashed an evil grin. “Please hurt you? Please insult you? Please fuck you ‘til you scream?”
She grabbed my hand, holding it still. She opened her mouth. I wondered if she was going to use the safeword, but she closed her mouth after a moment.
I glared at her until she let go. “I see I’ve been too lenient with you.”
She whimpered. “Wha-what are you going to do to Master’s pet?”
“Tie you up,” I told her matter-of-factly. “You need to realize that you’re the property that gets restrained when your master thinks you move too much.” I grabbed her throat and squeezed. “You also need to realize that a pet does not control her fucking master. Who’s in control?”
“The master,” she answered quickly. “The pet gets controlled.”
“And who is the master here?” I tightened my grip. “What is she doing?”
“You’re the master,” she coughed. “She’s squeezing her pet. Claire.”
I relaxed my grip. “And what rights do my pet have?”
“None,” she said quickly. “Only privileges you can take away.”
I smirked, and patted her head. “Good girl.”
She visibly relaxed, practically glowing in response to the complement. “Thanks, Master.”
My pet looked so damn reassured that I burst out laughing. “This does turn you on, doesn’t it?”
Claire blushed. “A little, Master. Master’s pet can’t say she really enjoys everything you do to her, but…”
“Go on,” I prodded, beginning to smile real big. “Tell me how hot I am.”
She snorted. “You are very hot,” she agreed. “You’re sitting on me… You’re very dominant…”
“Uh-huh,” I agreed, noting she’d dropped her punishment without permission. I’d deal with it later. “Keep going.”
“You kind of scare me, but… I love how you’ve got all this power over me,” she admitted. “It’s… it’s dangerous, and sexy, and I like you, and I want to make you happy. If that means being a pet, then, hey, there’re worse relationships.”
I nodded. “You’ve got a good attitude - eager, submissive. I’ve coerced prisoners into, well, essentially becoming my bitches, but none of that compares to you, Claire. You’re mine forever.”
She wiggled around under me. “See, there’s that creepy side of you. You’re like a reformed rapist who owns me.”
“Hey, I don’t rape,” I told her sharply. “I coerce with electricity. Coerced. Past tense. The toys might have chosen to fuck me because I’m the only piece of ass they were likely to get, and I did get off zapping them, but I do not molest toys. Say ‘my master doesn’t rape’.”
“My master doesn’t rape,” she said obediently. “Yeah, sorry. It’s just that you’ve got this vibe…”
“The sexual predator vibe?” I shook my head. “I am a predator, and I’m kinky! That must be what you sense, pet.”
“Plus, you’re a sociopath,” she added, a little more enthusiastically then I believe would be appropriate.
“I am.” I grabbed her chin firmly. “You got a fetish for that? It make you hot thinking that just maybe I might lock you up forever in my closet to be my own little sex slave?”
“No, Master,” she mumbled. “Just trying to get to know you better.”
“Oh.” I released her. “Yes, I do have sociopathy. I also have principles, so I wouldn’t ever rape anyone, much less my precious pet.” I bit back a joke about only wanting to rape her if I was really horny. I had a feeling she wouldn’t find it funny. “So, let’s get back to you describing my infinitely sexy qualities.”
She chuckled. “Well, I kind of want to throw you on the floor, crawl on top of you, take off your clothes, and… Master?”
I stared at her, a little pissed, a little startled. “You… are on the bottom, not the top,” I explained, not sure if she was being rebellious or just didn’t get it. “You don’t do that to me… I do that to you.”
“You don’t have to all the time, though,” she argued. “You own me, yeah. You don’t have to be aggressive all the time. You can just let me, you know, please you.”
“I… You’re here to please me,” I agreed. “But, uh, you’re the one that gets dominated. I’m the one who does the dominating. Look at it this way, pet. If you submit to me, you will please me. If you act like you’re not the pet you are, you will displease me. Understand?”
“Yes, Master,” she said reluctantly. “Just think you should relax a bit. You’re really tense about being in power.” She swallowed. “I know you’re in power. You don’t have to prove it every moment.”
She grabbed my hand and interlaced our fingers.
I considered shocking her, but decided that she was trying to be a good pet. I squeezed gently in response. “You’re on the bottom,” I insisted. “I’m on top always.”
“Of course you are,” she agreed, nodding. “Um, may I - that is, may Master’s pet kiss you?”
“No,” I said, before kissing her. She was nice and docile, letting me have full control over her mouth. I gave her a little jolt as I pulled away, causing her to flinch so cutely. “So, you were telling me how much you want me to throw you down on the floor and ravish you?”
She chuckled. “Yes, that’s exactly what Master’s pet was saying, Master.”
I grinned. “Is now good?”
Her eyes widened, and she shook her head rapidly. “No, Master. I mean, if you wanted Master’s pet would be helpless to stop you, but…”
Releasing her hand, I slid off her lap and stood up. “Sounds like my pet’s asking me to satisfy her little masochistic desires. Isn’t she?”
She shook her head again. “She isn’t. I mean…” She stood up, only to kneel down in front of me. “Sex is a little… much right now. You haven’t had any real relationships outside your ‘toys’, right? People usually date a while before they start getting, you know, intimate.”
I narrowed my eyes. “You licked my hands clean. I cut into your cheeks. You licked the bottom of my shoe. How is that not intimate?”
“Okay, that might be… closer than most couples get,” she admitted. “Sex is really… Look, Brody saw me as just some toy he could fuck. He didn’t care about me. You, I think you care… more than he did, at least.” She shuddered.
I realized that as her friendly master I should comfort her. I patted her head. “You’re not just some sex toy to me, Claire.” Yeah, you’re the kind of toy good for all sorts of fun.
“Thanks, Master.” The cute pet smiled up at me. “So, yeah, sex is pretty dehumanizing. I know that’s your fetish or whatever, but it’s too much for me. It’s just stark and… and intense.”
“Don’t worry, pet,” I assured her. “I forgive you. You can lick my hand in gratitude.” I held my hand out in front of her face.
She chuckled. “Thanks, Master.” She started licking without any hesitation.
I smirked down at the hot little pet. Claire was a toy that frequently turned me on, so maybe she was a sex toy after all. “You like to put that tongue of yours to use, don’t you, pet?”
She paused mid-lick. “Uh…” She pulled her tongue back. “I like to… that is, I’m okay with licking you, Master. Your hand, I mean.”
“Pets like to lick,” I informed her, grinning as I wiped the saliva off on her face. She turned away at first, but then pressed against my hand to help wipe it off. “It’s ‘cause they’re not intelligent enough to understand anything without using their tongues. As it just so happens, you’re a pet. Say it.”
“I like to lick,” she said obediently. Her eyes flickered into a little glare as she muttered, “I like to lick because I’m a pet, and pets aren’t intelligent enough to understand anything without using their tongues.”
“That’s right, pet.” I scratched under her jaw. “You’re a silly little pet, an object really. You leave the thinking to your owner, who’s actually a person. Don’t you?”
“Yes, Master,” she grumbled. “I’m too stupid to function without a capable master to tell me what to do. I’m an object, a piece of property, and you own me.”
“Say it with vigor,” I urged, giving a silly grin and making a fist. “You know, like you mean it!”
She rolled her eyes. “I am a stupid pet-toy-object that needs her master to tell her what to do!”
“That’s better.” I lifted up the toilet seat. “Okay, stupid pet-toy-object, have a drink.” I eagerly watched to see how she would react. If she did obey, I’d stop her, though. I wanted her mouth suitably kissable, at least for now.
She stared up at me with disgust. “You want me to…?”
“Take a drink,” I confirmed. “Stick your face in the toilet and… well, you’re the pet, so you can decide how best to get the water in your mouth…”
“You’re a sick, perverted…”
“…Twisted, fucking sadist,” I finished. “Tell you what; I’ll give you a choice. Take a drink… or take off all your clothes.” There was nothing like making a toy choose to do something it didn’t want to do only to avoid something worse.
She whimpered. “And if I refuse?”
“I refuse to feed you.” I smirked down at my pathetic pet. “Imagine it: a whole day without food… and then another whole day… I’ll still shock you plenty, of course… and then a week passes… and you feel all weak and empty, that perfect body of yours keeping you conscious all the while…”
She held up a hand. “S-stop. I’ll do it…”
“Do what, pet?”
Wordlessly, she unbuttoned her blouse.
“Interesting choice,” I mused, grabbing her blouse after she took it off and setting it on the counter. “I thought for sure you would go the Mr. Muggles route.”
She looked down, her cheeks becoming very red. She slipped off her bra and handed it to me.
I set it on top of the blouse, my eyes glued to her sexy breasts. I noted that they were mostly the same color as the rest of her skin, and I wondered briefly about tanning before focusing on her delectableness.
She stood up in front of me, her bosom rising to an easier vantage point. She slipped off her skirt, and set it on the pile. Now down to her panties, she got back down on the floor, crawled away from me, and slipped them off while pressing herself against the floor so her front side was hidden from me. Even so she was as sexy as hell.
I grabbed the panties and set them on the pile. “Good girl, Claire.” I knelt down and gave her exposed ass a couple pats.
“Thanks, Master,” she whimpered, practically in tears.
This was so turning me on. I bent over, turned her face toward me, and kissed her as strong as ever. She had surrendered to me. She was humiliated, my own little toy like a toy in a cage but better because she was free and had submitted. She was mine now. My little plaything to use and abuse…
There was a knock on the door.
Freezing, I slowly extracted myself from Claire’s mouth.
“J-just a minute,” she called. “I’ll, I’ll be out in a minute!”
“I know you two are making out,” Lyle said from behind the door. “I can hear things… It doesn’t take a genius to know Elle wants to screw your brains out.”
Claire choked.
“And?” I demanded, rising up. “You have something wrong with letting Elle do just that?”
“Master!” she hissed.
“Can I talk to my sister for a moment?” he asked instead of answering.
“What do you think, Claire-bear?” I asked loud enough for him to hear. “Would it be fun to have him talking to you while I molest you? Would you find that too distracting?”
“Oh, God, Master…”
“Elle, then,” he said impatiently. “Can I talk to you? And don’t even think of saying ‘while you molest Claire’.”
I gave a sigh of exasperation. “Fine.” I pointed a finger at Claire. “Stay! Don’t even think of covering up.”
“Yes, Master,” she whimpered, looking so sexily helpless.
I patted her head as I stood. Flipping off the light, I exited and pulled the door shut behind me, careful to keep Claire out of view.
Lyle eyed me with an odd expression. He waved me closer.
I complied. “Yes?”
“Claire is… my sister,” he muttered. “I know your type. You hurt Claire, you’re gonna wish you’ve never been born.”
“Wow.” I laughed scornfully. “Are the Bennets all idiots? I mean, it can’t be genetic, so is there some curse on the name?”
“Elle,” he growled. “You might be some supervillainess company agent, but I actually care about Claire and I know plenty of unarmed combat skills. You just might find yourself outmatched.”
“Thanks for the warning,” I said with a short laugh. “Unarmed combat, huh? Well, that puts you at a disadvantage. See, I’m never unarmed.” I held up my hand, and produced a ball of lightning within it. I stepped closer to him and quieted my voice. “The truth is I could kill you, your father, your mother, and your little dog too. Consider it a favor that you’re all still alive.” I held up the lightning threateningly, and then I killed it and smiled rather innocently. “So, uh, you wanna leave me and Claire alone?”
He trembled in my presence, which was always nice. Taking a step back, he muttered, “You haven’t heard the last of this.” He fled the hall.
“Of course I haven’t,” I muttered to myself, heading back toward the bathroom and my waiting pet.
“Elle!”
I reluctantly turned to face Noah Bennet, his head stuck out around the corner. “Yeah, what is it?”
“Logistics,” he snapped, waving me over.
I wanted to play with my pet! Fine. Later. I followed Noah into his office.
“Rhiannon Morgan,” he said, slapping her file down on the desk in front of me. “Energy manipulation. Able to tap into electrical currents and-”
“And send some borrowed lightning your way,” I finished. “Yeah, yeah. I know who she is. First person I couldn’t torment with my power alone. She just absorbs the jolts and sends ‘em back at you even as she squirms.”
“Indeed,” Noah agreed. “Are you aware she can control machinery now too?”
I raised my eyebrows. “Really…?”
He nodded. “She needs physical contact, or so the company believes. Lately she’s been hanging out at the Luxor casino. Strangest thing; every night she’s there, a gambler hits the jackpot on a slot machine near to her but not within contact range.”
“Very interesting,” I said, cracking my knuckles. “These gamblers all related?”
“No, the selection would appear to be random.”
“Just having a bit of fun, then,” I concluded. “She’ll move up to bigger targets soon. You’re lucky you have me to take care of your problem.”
“I suppose so,” he said, reaching into a drawer and pulling out…
“Hey, is that mine?”
It was the gun I stole from the mugger. Hiro must have brought it over. Yes, Hiro… or Peter, my runaway toy. I reached out for it. After a moment, Noah handed it over.
“As noted, the target has a certain resistance to lightning,” he said. “A gun may be the surest weapon…” He trailed off as the door burst open.
“Dad.” Lyle rushed in, but stopped dead in his tracks when he saw me. “You gave her a gun?”
“Lyle, wait outside,” Noah snapped at him. “Ignore the firearm. I’ll come talk to you in a moment.”
“Bye.” I waved playfully as he left. “He’s cute,” I noted to his father. “If I was still collecting toys…”
“Knock it off,” he said firmly. “I’ll want you to run a recon mission tonight around eight.”
“No,” I stated coolly. “Tonight, I play with your daughter. Tomorrow good?”
“I’m giving you an order, Elle. Work first.”
“All work and no play make Elle a dull girl,” I informed him, glancing at the gun in my hand. It wasn’t an axe, but hey!
He tensed, preparing for me to attack him.
I dropped the gun on the desk. “Like I said, today I’m gonna play with Claire. I might teach her to roll over. I’ve already taught her to beg, and you know how well she plays dead. She’s the best pet ever.”
Before he could react I turned and left the room, plowing past Lyle on the way to the bathroom. I opened the door, stepped in, closed it, and turned on the light to find Claire standing in front of me fully dressed. “Pet…”
“Sorry, Master,” she said. “I know you’ll want to punish Master’s pet… but damn it, Master Elle! What you wanted was ridiculous, and you know it!” She crossed her arms.
I eyed her. This was not what I wanted to deal with right now! I wondered how I could make her more compliant… Then it hit me. Not necessarily how to make her obey, but certainly how to turn things in my favor. I just had to be a little bit honest about my emotions and a lot of a manipulative bitch.
“Girl,” I said slowly, “I’m feeling a little upset right now. Your brother… and your father… They kind of hate me.” I watched her expression carefully.
She lost some of her indignant look, instead looking at me with sympathy. “Sorry, Master.”
I sighed, letting sadness creep across my face. I was careful not to overplay it, making my eyes sad without affecting the majority of my face. “Come into my arms, pet.”
My pet dropped her arms, and stepped forward so I could hug her against me. “I’m so sorry,” she whispered in my ear. “It’s not your fault. Not really.” She kissed my neck.
“Thanks, pet,” I whispered back. I stroked her hair. “This is why masters have pets: so you can make us feel better, whatever the circumstances. You are a good pet.”
“Thank you, Master,” she exclaimed, hugging me tightly and burying her head in my shoulder. I felt warm wetness drip on the back of my neck.
“You’re a very good pet,” I assured her, satisfaction filling me up. “My dearest friend.”
Yes, this was what my pet needed. She wanted her master to show some sign of weakness so that she could feel like a big strong pet that could make me feel better. Moreover, she wanted to feel like she was appreciated. I could throw all sorts of dehumanizing techniques at her, and she would only lower her standard of fulfillment.
The ironic thing was that I owed my new success primarily to Claire. Without her guidance I wouldn’t have known how to fake emotions convincingly. This was proof that I had royally screwed with her sense of priorities, and made her into a loyal pet.
Tonight I would strengthen my hold over her, make her surrender even more to me. I would encourage her to become more and more dependent on me. I’d kill my mark soon enough, get her in a nice big collar, and eventually I’d take her away as mine. All mine.
Forever.
Author’s Note:
And the moral of the story is: don't teach a sociopath how to effectively trick people; she'll only use it against you.
Okay, I'm aware this chapter is significantly shorter than they have been recently. I have limited time to write, and I wanted to get a chapter out around Christmas as it is appropriate to the story. I'll actually be in Vegas this Christmas, so I might be able to get some research in on the setting of the next chapter. I know it may look like just a bunch of Elle/Claire scenes strung together, but I swear there is plot I'm working on.
And by the way, for the non-video-game-geeks: to own someone is to beat them severely in some kind of game. ‘To dominate’ (in a non-sexual sense) is probably the best translation. Ownz0rs means owner (dominator). I had to make that joke, you know. Also, in Halo, the part of the alien's head that is rendered as a physical object (that you can hit and therefore kill) is the same as the human. It's the fact that it's a weird shape and attracts attention that makes it the better target. Common misconception.
“Hah! I own you,” I crowed. “You’re totally owned!”
“No!” Lyle groaned, throwing his Xbox controller to the floor. “How can a girl beat me at Halo? How? It’s just irrational, that’s what.” He shook his head.
“Sore loser,” I said with a smile. “This girl’s been trained for combat. She’s got lightning reflexes and a mind set to kill.”
He stilled at the reminder, suddenly looking worried.
Damn it… I gave him a friendly punch. “Hey, just kidding!” I gave him a big smile. “It’s your own fault for playing the alien. Bigger head, bigger target. You can’t hide, I find you.” I held my hand up in the shape of a gun, and pointed my finger at his head. I could have killed him very easily from that position, and it amused me how much danger he didn’t realize he was in. Instead, I made a clicking sound in my throat, and jerked my hand slightly.
“Ma… Elle?”
Lowering my hand, I smiled down at the pet lying at my feet. She had been all curled up on a couple pillows to watch my digital dominance, and now had her head tilted up at me. “Pe… Claire?” I mocked, raising an eyebrow.
“Heh,” she nervously chuckled. “Um, can I talk to you for a moment - in private?”
“Of course,” I agreed, crooking my finger to get her to stand. When she did, I grabbed her arm and led her into the downstairs bathroom. I shut the door behind us and turned the lock. “I always have time for a pretty girl like you.”
“Master,” she said very softly, “I did want to talk. Not make out or… do something twisted.”
“We can do both,” I insisted, pushing her ass down on the toilet lid. I slid on top of her lap so that I straddled her waist. “What did you want to talk about…?” I then whispered in her ear, “Pet, toy, thing, property, mine.”
“Um! M-master, I, uh, would rather if you didn’t threaten my brother,” my pet babbled as I kissed her cheek and licked for good measure. Yeah, I said it’s pets that lick things, but masters lick the good parts. “It’s, ah, not nice. I, uh, I mean, I get that you’re a sociopath, but you should at least try to be n-nice, I mean, respectful and not, um… You’re gonna hurt me, aren’t you?”
I chuckled. “Why? You wanna be punished?” I pulled back, and grinned at her adorable pet face, cheek wet with my saliva. “You have a face that begs for a good punishment.”
“Um, were you listening?” She lifted a hand to wipe her face, but I snatched it away and gave it a strong squeeze.
“No,” I said firmly, in response to her question and as a command. “You know what I am paying attention to?”
“My face that begs to be punished?” she guessed. She wiggled and made a very weak attempt to push me off; I shoved back and held her still. “Well, obviously I can’t stop you. You have me trapped, and there’s no way I could ever fight off a powerful woman like you, Master Elle Bishop.”
I licked my lips hungrily, a predator with her prey. “Very true,” I agreed, reaching out a finger to stroke her soft cheek. My pet closed her eyes, enjoying my touch. “Eager to be mistreated, aren’t you?”
She opened her eyes, startled. “W-well, I am a masochist, Master.”
I smirked. “Then say ‘please’. Show me what a fucked up little pet you are.”
She grimaced. “You’re really going to make me say it?”
“I think I am.”
She made another weak attempt to throw me off. “I guess I have to… Please punish me for nothing in particular, Master. Please hurt me just so you can get off. My entire purpose in life is to be your plaything, Master. Please use me like the helpless little pet I am.”
I grabbed her chin, positioned her head, and aggressively kissed her. My pet tasted strongly of a spearmint mouthwash, kinda weird but worth it when I thought about just why she tasted that way. I slipped my tongue into every region of her mouth, tasting the strong flavor in all her mouth’s little crevices. Meanwhile, I stroked her hair and her arms, and carefully unbuttoned her blouse…
My pet started struggling against me, really putting some effort into it. I could stop and ask her what she wanted, but she probably was playing and wanted me to punish her. I could also zap her into submission. I chose the latter.
…
The little bitch bit my tongue…
Halting my electrical assault, I extracted my hurt tongue from her mouth.
Claire looked at me with fear in her eyes. “I’m sorry… Master, God, I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to do that…”
I held a finger to her lips, silencing my pet. “If I thought for one moment that you intended that… well, you’d be babbling something different. Something like ‘please stop hurting me’. Um, what were you going to say?” I pulled my finger away, and rubbed my sore tongue.
“Going to say…?” She looked confused. Then it clicked. “Oh, yeah. Um, you’re being a bit, uh, obvious.”
“Obvious?”
“Well, you’re a sociopath. That’s kind of… showing through,” she said with a nervous look.
“Showing through…” I repeated. “Are you sure, pet? You know what I am. You sure you’re not… What’s the shrink term? Transferring or projecting…?”
“Master,” she said hesitantly, “I know you think of yourself as perfectly able to blend in, but, um, that’s not quite…”
“Tell me,” I instructed. “If you can help me with my façade, I want to know.”
“You’re a crummy actor,” she blurted out.
“What?”
“Crummy,” she repeated. “Master.”
I took a breath. “This better be constructive advice…”
“Well, as for the looks of empathy, you pretty much suck,” she said thoughtfully, a hint of a smirk on her lips.
Well, that wouldn’t do. I grabbed her lips and squeezed them together hard. “These are for kissing, not smirking.”
“Yes, Master,” she mumbled.
I released her. “Go on.”
“You’re overacting,” she continued. “You need to be subtler.”
“Mostly when I hold off I’m seen as apathetic,” I pointed out.
“Well, there’s a balance, I guess,” she said. “You have to express a feeling of empathy without going overboard or it’s clear you’re faking.”
“Hmm.”
“There’s also the violent remarks,” she went on. “Unless you’re talking to a silly little masochist, people won’t respond favorably.”
“There’re an awful lot of you, though,” I noted.
“Me?” She shrugged. “Besides me, how many masochists weren’t found in one of your jail cells?”
She had a point. I stroked her hair, and nodded for her to continue.
“I’m pretty sure Lyle knows there’s something wrong with you,” she said. “He’s too much of a guy to admit it, but I think he’s afraid of you.”
“As well he should be,” I said with a nod. “Thank you, pet. You’ve been very useful.”
“Why, that’s what every pet dreams of being,” she said sarcastically and with a smile.
I gave her a stern look. “It is.”
“Yes, Master.”
I grabbed her hair and yanked her head to the side. “You seem eager for a punishment, pet. You did hurt my tongue.” I ran my tongue over her lips, letting her feel her master’s injury. “I could make you scream. I could hurt you so many ways. I could make you degrade yourself before me. So many punishments… Because I’m nice, I’ll let you decide how.” I released her, and gently smoothed her hair back into place.
She looked at me warily. “You want me to punish myself?”
“Yeah, as long as you’re realistic,” I clarified. “Nothing obviously not a punishment. You can’t be just a touch submissive and expect that to count, because you’re supposed to be submissive anyway.”
“Okay…” she accepted her orders. “I think I should… um… I think I should…” She dropped her eyes, and looked me up and down. “I think that, when I’m alone with you and need to call you Master and stuff, I should call myself ‘Elle’s pet’ instead of ‘I’ or ‘me’ or whatever. For a while. Not forever.”
“So… ‘Elle’s pet’ thinks that ‘Elle’s pet’ should call herself ‘Elle’s pet’ when she’s talking to me?” I asked, making sure I had this right.
“Yes,” ‘Elle’s pet’ agreed. “It’s, um, dehumanizing and it’s kind of like what you’ve been doing with my name and stuff. Do you like it?”
“Hmm.” I cocked my head, considering. “I like your name… But you just have to call yourself that, right? You’re still my Claire-bear?”
“Uh… yeah,” she hesitantly agreed. “You can always call me whatever you want, right?”
“True.” I licked my lips. “Good punishment idea, Claire. Except, call yourself ‘Master Elle’s pet’ or just ‘Master’s pet’.”
“Yes, Master.”
“Now give my tongue a kiss to make it better,” I instructed, sticking out my tongue.
Claire bent her head forward and kissed the part she bit. “Sorry, Master’s tongue.”
I retracted my tongue. “What’s sorry?”
“Master’s pet is sorry,” she said enthusiastically, and then her face darkened. “Oh, God… What did… Master’s pet get herself into?”
I giggled. “Nice and dehumanizing, huh? Yeah, I think that’ll be a good punishment.” I patted her head.
“And how long do… does Master’s pet have to do this?”
I stroked her hair, admiring her adorable features. “Two years,” I threw out a random answer. “Or two days. Which do you like better? Remember to use full sentences, pet.”
She grimaced. “Master’s pet prefers to be punished for two days, Master.”
“You want to be punished for two days? You would love to be punished for two days?” I pressed.
“Master’s pet wants to be punished for two days,” she said obediently, if reluctantly. “Master’s pet would love to be punished for two days.”
“You really do?”
“Master’s pet really does.”
“Cool.” I gave her a quick kiss. “And here I was about to offer my pet a two hour punishment. Okay, pet, two days it is.”
“Fuck!” she swore. “You tricked me!”
“Aw, my potty mouth’s rubbing off on you.” I patted her head. “And, um, what, exactly, did I trick?”
“Master’s pet,” she corrected. “You tricked your pet.”
“That I did.” I smirked. “I think things like you deserve to be tricked, though. Don’t you agree?”
“No,” she said indignantly. “Master’s pet does not agree. Master’s pet thinks pets should obey orders we understand, not get tricked into asking for stuff we never wanted.”
“Yeah, well, my pet’s kind of an idiot,” I countered. “If she’s dumb enough to fall for something, I think she deserves exactly what she gets. I expect to get a gag soon, by the way. Thanks for asking for it. I’m sure I’ll enjoy cramming your mouth open.”
She winced like I’d smacked her. “Maybe Master’s pet isn’t very bright,” she admitted, tears forming in her eyes. “Master’s pet certainly isn’t as smart as you.”
I have to say, I totally undervalued the hotness of a sad submissive girl. My pet looked absolutely delectable at that moment, a little damsel in distress waiting for her knight to save her. Well, why couldn’t I be her evil captor and her brave knight?
“Shh,” I comforted. “Don’t cry, little pet. I can be nice. Just be a good girl, accept your punishment, and be absolutely devoted to my pleasure. That’s not so bad, right? And I’ll be a good master and give you treats when you’re obedient.”
“Treats?” She looked interested. “Like, kissing you? Or would Master’s pet get some control…?”
“You might get kissed more often,” I agreed. “You might get some extra privileges. Control? Well, you are my pet, so… no. You have rights of a sort, but I can take them away like lightning.” I shot some sparks through the air for emphasis.
“You’re a goddess, Master,” she blurted out. “That’s how Master’s pet thinks of you… You’re the Goddess of Lightning.”
“I’m the Goddess of Lightning?” I considered the title. There were others with electrical powers, even Morgan to an extent. I was the only one I knew about with a pet girl (or even boy), though. “I guess I am, huh?”
“So, you’ll still trick Master’s pet, and Master’s pet should accept it because Master’s pet only cares about pleasing her Master Elle?” she asked, getting back to the point.
“Pretty much.” I patted her head. “Don’t think of it as you getting tricked, though. Think of it as your very smart master outwitting your flimsy pet mind.”
She grimaced. “Why do you have to do that?” she demanded. “Insult your pet like that?”
“Aw, Claire,” I chided, “I’m disappointed. I mean, I know you’re dumb, but I wouldn’t think you’d have forgotten by now that you being hurt turns me on. It kind of turns you on too.” I dropped a hand down between her legs, and slowly trailed my fingertips up her inner thigh.
She jerked, trying (and failing!) to get away. “Master, please!”
“Please what?” I flashed an evil grin. “Please hurt you? Please insult you? Please fuck you ‘til you scream?”
She grabbed my hand, holding it still. She opened her mouth. I wondered if she was going to use the safeword, but she closed her mouth after a moment.
I glared at her until she let go. “I see I’ve been too lenient with you.”
She whimpered. “Wha-what are you going to do to Master’s pet?”
“Tie you up,” I told her matter-of-factly. “You need to realize that you’re the property that gets restrained when your master thinks you move too much.” I grabbed her throat and squeezed. “You also need to realize that a pet does not control her fucking master. Who’s in control?”
“The master,” she answered quickly. “The pet gets controlled.”
“And who is the master here?” I tightened my grip. “What is she doing?”
“You’re the master,” she coughed. “She’s squeezing her pet. Claire.”
I relaxed my grip. “And what rights do my pet have?”
“None,” she said quickly. “Only privileges you can take away.”
I smirked, and patted her head. “Good girl.”
She visibly relaxed, practically glowing in response to the complement. “Thanks, Master.”
My pet looked so damn reassured that I burst out laughing. “This does turn you on, doesn’t it?”
Claire blushed. “A little, Master. Master’s pet can’t say she really enjoys everything you do to her, but…”
“Go on,” I prodded, beginning to smile real big. “Tell me how hot I am.”
She snorted. “You are very hot,” she agreed. “You’re sitting on me… You’re very dominant…”
“Uh-huh,” I agreed, noting she’d dropped her punishment without permission. I’d deal with it later. “Keep going.”
“You kind of scare me, but… I love how you’ve got all this power over me,” she admitted. “It’s… it’s dangerous, and sexy, and I like you, and I want to make you happy. If that means being a pet, then, hey, there’re worse relationships.”
I nodded. “You’ve got a good attitude - eager, submissive. I’ve coerced prisoners into, well, essentially becoming my bitches, but none of that compares to you, Claire. You’re mine forever.”
She wiggled around under me. “See, there’s that creepy side of you. You’re like a reformed rapist who owns me.”
“Hey, I don’t rape,” I told her sharply. “I coerce with electricity. Coerced. Past tense. The toys might have chosen to fuck me because I’m the only piece of ass they were likely to get, and I did get off zapping them, but I do not molest toys. Say ‘my master doesn’t rape’.”
“My master doesn’t rape,” she said obediently. “Yeah, sorry. It’s just that you’ve got this vibe…”
“The sexual predator vibe?” I shook my head. “I am a predator, and I’m kinky! That must be what you sense, pet.”
“Plus, you’re a sociopath,” she added, a little more enthusiastically then I believe would be appropriate.
“I am.” I grabbed her chin firmly. “You got a fetish for that? It make you hot thinking that just maybe I might lock you up forever in my closet to be my own little sex slave?”
“No, Master,” she mumbled. “Just trying to get to know you better.”
“Oh.” I released her. “Yes, I do have sociopathy. I also have principles, so I wouldn’t ever rape anyone, much less my precious pet.” I bit back a joke about only wanting to rape her if I was really horny. I had a feeling she wouldn’t find it funny. “So, let’s get back to you describing my infinitely sexy qualities.”
She chuckled. “Well, I kind of want to throw you on the floor, crawl on top of you, take off your clothes, and… Master?”
I stared at her, a little pissed, a little startled. “You… are on the bottom, not the top,” I explained, not sure if she was being rebellious or just didn’t get it. “You don’t do that to me… I do that to you.”
“You don’t have to all the time, though,” she argued. “You own me, yeah. You don’t have to be aggressive all the time. You can just let me, you know, please you.”
“I… You’re here to please me,” I agreed. “But, uh, you’re the one that gets dominated. I’m the one who does the dominating. Look at it this way, pet. If you submit to me, you will please me. If you act like you’re not the pet you are, you will displease me. Understand?”
“Yes, Master,” she said reluctantly. “Just think you should relax a bit. You’re really tense about being in power.” She swallowed. “I know you’re in power. You don’t have to prove it every moment.”
She grabbed my hand and interlaced our fingers.
I considered shocking her, but decided that she was trying to be a good pet. I squeezed gently in response. “You’re on the bottom,” I insisted. “I’m on top always.”
“Of course you are,” she agreed, nodding. “Um, may I - that is, may Master’s pet kiss you?”
“No,” I said, before kissing her. She was nice and docile, letting me have full control over her mouth. I gave her a little jolt as I pulled away, causing her to flinch so cutely. “So, you were telling me how much you want me to throw you down on the floor and ravish you?”
She chuckled. “Yes, that’s exactly what Master’s pet was saying, Master.”
I grinned. “Is now good?”
Her eyes widened, and she shook her head rapidly. “No, Master. I mean, if you wanted Master’s pet would be helpless to stop you, but…”
Releasing her hand, I slid off her lap and stood up. “Sounds like my pet’s asking me to satisfy her little masochistic desires. Isn’t she?”
She shook her head again. “She isn’t. I mean…” She stood up, only to kneel down in front of me. “Sex is a little… much right now. You haven’t had any real relationships outside your ‘toys’, right? People usually date a while before they start getting, you know, intimate.”
I narrowed my eyes. “You licked my hands clean. I cut into your cheeks. You licked the bottom of my shoe. How is that not intimate?”
“Okay, that might be… closer than most couples get,” she admitted. “Sex is really… Look, Brody saw me as just some toy he could fuck. He didn’t care about me. You, I think you care… more than he did, at least.” She shuddered.
I realized that as her friendly master I should comfort her. I patted her head. “You’re not just some sex toy to me, Claire.” Yeah, you’re the kind of toy good for all sorts of fun.
“Thanks, Master.” The cute pet smiled up at me. “So, yeah, sex is pretty dehumanizing. I know that’s your fetish or whatever, but it’s too much for me. It’s just stark and… and intense.”
“Don’t worry, pet,” I assured her. “I forgive you. You can lick my hand in gratitude.” I held my hand out in front of her face.
She chuckled. “Thanks, Master.” She started licking without any hesitation.
I smirked down at the hot little pet. Claire was a toy that frequently turned me on, so maybe she was a sex toy after all. “You like to put that tongue of yours to use, don’t you, pet?”
She paused mid-lick. “Uh…” She pulled her tongue back. “I like to… that is, I’m okay with licking you, Master. Your hand, I mean.”
“Pets like to lick,” I informed her, grinning as I wiped the saliva off on her face. She turned away at first, but then pressed against my hand to help wipe it off. “It’s ‘cause they’re not intelligent enough to understand anything without using their tongues. As it just so happens, you’re a pet. Say it.”
“I like to lick,” she said obediently. Her eyes flickered into a little glare as she muttered, “I like to lick because I’m a pet, and pets aren’t intelligent enough to understand anything without using their tongues.”
“That’s right, pet.” I scratched under her jaw. “You’re a silly little pet, an object really. You leave the thinking to your owner, who’s actually a person. Don’t you?”
“Yes, Master,” she grumbled. “I’m too stupid to function without a capable master to tell me what to do. I’m an object, a piece of property, and you own me.”
“Say it with vigor,” I urged, giving a silly grin and making a fist. “You know, like you mean it!”
She rolled her eyes. “I am a stupid pet-toy-object that needs her master to tell her what to do!”
“That’s better.” I lifted up the toilet seat. “Okay, stupid pet-toy-object, have a drink.” I eagerly watched to see how she would react. If she did obey, I’d stop her, though. I wanted her mouth suitably kissable, at least for now.
She stared up at me with disgust. “You want me to…?”
“Take a drink,” I confirmed. “Stick your face in the toilet and… well, you’re the pet, so you can decide how best to get the water in your mouth…”
“You’re a sick, perverted…”
“…Twisted, fucking sadist,” I finished. “Tell you what; I’ll give you a choice. Take a drink… or take off all your clothes.” There was nothing like making a toy choose to do something it didn’t want to do only to avoid something worse.
She whimpered. “And if I refuse?”
“I refuse to feed you.” I smirked down at my pathetic pet. “Imagine it: a whole day without food… and then another whole day… I’ll still shock you plenty, of course… and then a week passes… and you feel all weak and empty, that perfect body of yours keeping you conscious all the while…”
She held up a hand. “S-stop. I’ll do it…”
“Do what, pet?”
Wordlessly, she unbuttoned her blouse.
“Interesting choice,” I mused, grabbing her blouse after she took it off and setting it on the counter. “I thought for sure you would go the Mr. Muggles route.”
She looked down, her cheeks becoming very red. She slipped off her bra and handed it to me.
I set it on top of the blouse, my eyes glued to her sexy breasts. I noted that they were mostly the same color as the rest of her skin, and I wondered briefly about tanning before focusing on her delectableness.
She stood up in front of me, her bosom rising to an easier vantage point. She slipped off her skirt, and set it on the pile. Now down to her panties, she got back down on the floor, crawled away from me, and slipped them off while pressing herself against the floor so her front side was hidden from me. Even so she was as sexy as hell.
I grabbed the panties and set them on the pile. “Good girl, Claire.” I knelt down and gave her exposed ass a couple pats.
“Thanks, Master,” she whimpered, practically in tears.
This was so turning me on. I bent over, turned her face toward me, and kissed her as strong as ever. She had surrendered to me. She was humiliated, my own little toy like a toy in a cage but better because she was free and had submitted. She was mine now. My little plaything to use and abuse…
There was a knock on the door.
Freezing, I slowly extracted myself from Claire’s mouth.
“J-just a minute,” she called. “I’ll, I’ll be out in a minute!”
“I know you two are making out,” Lyle said from behind the door. “I can hear things… It doesn’t take a genius to know Elle wants to screw your brains out.”
Claire choked.
“And?” I demanded, rising up. “You have something wrong with letting Elle do just that?”
“Master!” she hissed.
“Can I talk to my sister for a moment?” he asked instead of answering.
“What do you think, Claire-bear?” I asked loud enough for him to hear. “Would it be fun to have him talking to you while I molest you? Would you find that too distracting?”
“Oh, God, Master…”
“Elle, then,” he said impatiently. “Can I talk to you? And don’t even think of saying ‘while you molest Claire’.”
I gave a sigh of exasperation. “Fine.” I pointed a finger at Claire. “Stay! Don’t even think of covering up.”
“Yes, Master,” she whimpered, looking so sexily helpless.
I patted her head as I stood. Flipping off the light, I exited and pulled the door shut behind me, careful to keep Claire out of view.
Lyle eyed me with an odd expression. He waved me closer.
I complied. “Yes?”
“Claire is… my sister,” he muttered. “I know your type. You hurt Claire, you’re gonna wish you’ve never been born.”
“Wow.” I laughed scornfully. “Are the Bennets all idiots? I mean, it can’t be genetic, so is there some curse on the name?”
“Elle,” he growled. “You might be some supervillainess company agent, but I actually care about Claire and I know plenty of unarmed combat skills. You just might find yourself outmatched.”
“Thanks for the warning,” I said with a short laugh. “Unarmed combat, huh? Well, that puts you at a disadvantage. See, I’m never unarmed.” I held up my hand, and produced a ball of lightning within it. I stepped closer to him and quieted my voice. “The truth is I could kill you, your father, your mother, and your little dog too. Consider it a favor that you’re all still alive.” I held up the lightning threateningly, and then I killed it and smiled rather innocently. “So, uh, you wanna leave me and Claire alone?”
He trembled in my presence, which was always nice. Taking a step back, he muttered, “You haven’t heard the last of this.” He fled the hall.
“Of course I haven’t,” I muttered to myself, heading back toward the bathroom and my waiting pet.
“Elle!”
I reluctantly turned to face Noah Bennet, his head stuck out around the corner. “Yeah, what is it?”
“Logistics,” he snapped, waving me over.
I wanted to play with my pet! Fine. Later. I followed Noah into his office.
“Rhiannon Morgan,” he said, slapping her file down on the desk in front of me. “Energy manipulation. Able to tap into electrical currents and-”
“And send some borrowed lightning your way,” I finished. “Yeah, yeah. I know who she is. First person I couldn’t torment with my power alone. She just absorbs the jolts and sends ‘em back at you even as she squirms.”
“Indeed,” Noah agreed. “Are you aware she can control machinery now too?”
I raised my eyebrows. “Really…?”
He nodded. “She needs physical contact, or so the company believes. Lately she’s been hanging out at the Luxor casino. Strangest thing; every night she’s there, a gambler hits the jackpot on a slot machine near to her but not within contact range.”
“Very interesting,” I said, cracking my knuckles. “These gamblers all related?”
“No, the selection would appear to be random.”
“Just having a bit of fun, then,” I concluded. “She’ll move up to bigger targets soon. You’re lucky you have me to take care of your problem.”
“I suppose so,” he said, reaching into a drawer and pulling out…
“Hey, is that mine?”
It was the gun I stole from the mugger. Hiro must have brought it over. Yes, Hiro… or Peter, my runaway toy. I reached out for it. After a moment, Noah handed it over.
“As noted, the target has a certain resistance to lightning,” he said. “A gun may be the surest weapon…” He trailed off as the door burst open.
“Dad.” Lyle rushed in, but stopped dead in his tracks when he saw me. “You gave her a gun?”
“Lyle, wait outside,” Noah snapped at him. “Ignore the firearm. I’ll come talk to you in a moment.”
“Bye.” I waved playfully as he left. “He’s cute,” I noted to his father. “If I was still collecting toys…”
“Knock it off,” he said firmly. “I’ll want you to run a recon mission tonight around eight.”
“No,” I stated coolly. “Tonight, I play with your daughter. Tomorrow good?”
“I’m giving you an order, Elle. Work first.”
“All work and no play make Elle a dull girl,” I informed him, glancing at the gun in my hand. It wasn’t an axe, but hey!
He tensed, preparing for me to attack him.
I dropped the gun on the desk. “Like I said, today I’m gonna play with Claire. I might teach her to roll over. I’ve already taught her to beg, and you know how well she plays dead. She’s the best pet ever.”
Before he could react I turned and left the room, plowing past Lyle on the way to the bathroom. I opened the door, stepped in, closed it, and turned on the light to find Claire standing in front of me fully dressed. “Pet…”
“Sorry, Master,” she said. “I know you’ll want to punish Master’s pet… but damn it, Master Elle! What you wanted was ridiculous, and you know it!” She crossed her arms.
I eyed her. This was not what I wanted to deal with right now! I wondered how I could make her more compliant… Then it hit me. Not necessarily how to make her obey, but certainly how to turn things in my favor. I just had to be a little bit honest about my emotions and a lot of a manipulative bitch.
“Girl,” I said slowly, “I’m feeling a little upset right now. Your brother… and your father… They kind of hate me.” I watched her expression carefully.
She lost some of her indignant look, instead looking at me with sympathy. “Sorry, Master.”
I sighed, letting sadness creep across my face. I was careful not to overplay it, making my eyes sad without affecting the majority of my face. “Come into my arms, pet.”
My pet dropped her arms, and stepped forward so I could hug her against me. “I’m so sorry,” she whispered in my ear. “It’s not your fault. Not really.” She kissed my neck.
“Thanks, pet,” I whispered back. I stroked her hair. “This is why masters have pets: so you can make us feel better, whatever the circumstances. You are a good pet.”
“Thank you, Master,” she exclaimed, hugging me tightly and burying her head in my shoulder. I felt warm wetness drip on the back of my neck.
“You’re a very good pet,” I assured her, satisfaction filling me up. “My dearest friend.”
Yes, this was what my pet needed. She wanted her master to show some sign of weakness so that she could feel like a big strong pet that could make me feel better. Moreover, she wanted to feel like she was appreciated. I could throw all sorts of dehumanizing techniques at her, and she would only lower her standard of fulfillment.
The ironic thing was that I owed my new success primarily to Claire. Without her guidance I wouldn’t have known how to fake emotions convincingly. This was proof that I had royally screwed with her sense of priorities, and made her into a loyal pet.
Tonight I would strengthen my hold over her, make her surrender even more to me. I would encourage her to become more and more dependent on me. I’d kill my mark soon enough, get her in a nice big collar, and eventually I’d take her away as mine. All mine.
Forever.
Author’s Note:
And the moral of the story is: don't teach a sociopath how to effectively trick people; she'll only use it against you.
Okay, I'm aware this chapter is significantly shorter than they have been recently. I have limited time to write, and I wanted to get a chapter out around Christmas as it is appropriate to the story. I'll actually be in Vegas this Christmas, so I might be able to get some research in on the setting of the next chapter. I know it may look like just a bunch of Elle/Claire scenes strung together, but I swear there is plot I'm working on.
And by the way, for the non-video-game-geeks: to own someone is to beat them severely in some kind of game. ‘To dominate’ (in a non-sexual sense) is probably the best translation. Ownz0rs means owner (dominator). I had to make that joke, you know. Also, in Halo, the part of the alien's head that is rendered as a physical object (that you can hit and therefore kill) is the same as the human. It's the fact that it's a weird shape and attracts attention that makes it the better target. Common misconception.