4 comments/ 19316 views/ 5 favorites The Wrong Abductee By: Dhc000333 The Wrong Abductee "You have no idea what my life was like after that. And what's worse you looked at me like I was a damn home wrecker. Those judging ass eyes of yours. I swear I wanted to rip them from your skull!" Beatrice says vengefully. "I was a child." I protest. "No excuse. Ever since then it was the same look from everyone else." She said sadly. I should feel sorry for her. Being deemed as a daughter to a slut mother isn't good. Judged by the blood that flows in her veins. "You know what, put the blindfold back on and let's get this over with. I'm tired, hungry, thirsty, and I just want to be left alone. So come on." I give in. They stand there looking at me even angrier than before. The other men they tried this on must've been a lot more submissive and faster becoming too. But I guess since I know my captors, fear is losing its grip on me. The wonders information and wisdom can do for a person. "No. Don't put that back on. You started this. You know us so well, finish your little profiling." Another calls out. "No, that's apparently what got me in this predicament." I reject. "See what I mean girls. The little boy is nothing. Nothing but a punk who thinks he always has an upper-hand on everything. No wonder females can't stand you." A female from behind me says. This is my kryptonite, being called out. Thought I had a handle on this but it slips every now and again. "Francine Fiona Faulk. Or is it Frank?" I state. "Sophomore year at Willis High, the well-known butch. Everyone thought you were cool and easy to get along with, stole a few girls from the dudes as well. Most females who go butch tend to develop bodies that are more male-like in comparison, but you, you weren't one of them. We had a communications class together. You hated my oral projects. Always giving me a hard time with my way of speaking because of my irregularly long tongue. I didn't sound intelligent when I would rush my speaking. I never understood why you had it out for me, and clearly I wasn't pushing up on any of the girls you liked, or treated you disrespectfully. Then the one time I decided to go to a school dance. I went to the bathroom and I heard a scream. I thought a girl was in trouble or she hurt herself. I ran in without thinking and I saw your secret. You have a blessed body by God. What you did was pretty much what I see in manga. You wrapped your breasts and wore such baggy clothing that the bubble, that is your butt, couldn't be seen. I knew then that if you had revealed your body structure every male companion you gained would probably treat you like every other girl. Your respect and reputation down the drain and turned into a sex object." I explain. She laughs out loud and then punches me in the gut. I nearly hurl. The others stare at Francine, aka Franky. I breathe more and more. My diaphragm feels damaged. "You're only denying the inevitable." The ominous voice says. So what? "Yeah, it's me, and ever since that day since you knew my secret you thought you had a one up on me. In class you had that smug look on your face and everyone knew you knew something about me. Ever wonder why you got jumped?" She said confidentally. "Not really, I've been beat down so many times in my life that I stopped counting." I dismiss. Though you have been assistance to my "blasting off" sessions before bed. "The thing is they did it because they had respect for me to take your ass out because they saw you as a punk trying to disrespect their own." She pronounces. Actually they did it because they wanted you to back off their girls. "But did you respect them enough to not go after their girlfriends?" I asked. "What the fuck you just say?" She responds. I let it sink in, and she comes at me with a clinch fist. She stops right before touching my nose. The bandages pop and her breasts unfurl under her sweat shirt. Still the same ole melons. She grabs her chest in embarrassment. I close my eyes and don't say a word. "Fucking bastard!" She yells. One of the most feminine swears I ever heard. The others gasp in astonishment. One comes up behind and puts a hand on her shoulder. Francine turns quick and runs to the other end to fix herself. That sway of her ass makes me rise. "Disgusting. Getting a hard-on after seeing a female in pain." Robin says. In a sense it's true. Gestures can hurt just as much, if not more, than physical. Considering my position at the moment; get the good when I can. I don't retort or say anything. Apparently, I have somewhat single-handedly changed the mood. They are tenser. The question of letting me go is the million dollar deal. I know all the females here, surprisingly, but even more surprising is that I remember them all so richly. Some I've met maybe once or twice, while others I wished I had never met. "So, what now ladies? Should we continue or just let him loose?" Female-7 asks. "I don't know. Do you think he'd call the cop on us?" Priscilla asks. "Who knows? Not like there's any fun mood left in here. He has sucked it all out." Female-8 says unhappily. It's my fault now? What the fuck? "I say we continue. Punish him even more for what he did. Bastard deserves worse." Female-7 says. "Dalia. Yes, the most evil of you all really. The so-called Witch of Brackett Street. When I was younger and my parents moved to the new city, one of the neighbors was an odd family. Our parents got along, but their daughter was into witchcraft. Seriously, a junior high kid delved into witchcraft. You would try to practice spell casting on me whenever you got the chance. The other kids on the block thought it was funny. One day, on Halloween no less and my last, I had made my own costume. I made myself into a human experiment gone wrong. My parents allowed me to walk three streets only. I was coo with that. I made my three blocks and was on my way back to my house when Dalia jumped out of her bushes and scared me half to death. She wanted me to be some guinea pig for a spell. I agreed so that she would get off my back. Long story short, that was the sickest I have ever been for a whole month. Fever, flu, cold, sinus. Every known child sickness. Kept my distance ever since." I recounted in my head. "Still sacrificing to whatever deity you decided to follow this time, or just plain old revenge?" I ask with cockiness. "Be quiet. You think you have power over me but you don't. Strapped to a chair at my mercy yet again." Dalia boasts. She has me there. Trust me, I've been trying to mess with my containment, but I haven't really budged any. I thought after I had been struck to the floor the first time it might have loosened or broke something. And I don't know anything about dislocating myself. I'm at the mercy of nine large women. I must have done something horrific in a past life to a bbw to get this treatment. "I say we use this." Dalia shws. "Fuck no!" I scream. Really, a rufilin? They are going to roofie me? That's bad on so many levels. I start panicking and shake horribly. They look at me with devilish smiles. Oh God, they really are going to go through with it. "They won't know what hit em. Unless you tell them of course. Then again, we are quite the secret/curse among you." The ominous voice jeers. Ha ha, very funny. "Look, I am warning you. Do not do this." I warn. "Why not? You'd finally shut up and we could have you do as we want without complaints." Female-9 says. "I say do it. Weaken his ass and show him the respect he needs to show us." Francine says. "I'm allergic. Bad, very bad reaction. Trust me, it won't be pretty. Who knows, I could actually die and you could have a body on your hands." I separately try to persuade. "Lying. You never were good at lying, so don't start now." Female-8 says. "Hello, Edith. You were the first I recognized. That perfume you wear, too strong." I diss. "When they came to me about the information, the spying I was intrigued." Edith confesses. "Oh, I bet you were. You had it in for me ever since I started working at the store. Mad because I didn't show fear towards your tyrannical campaign." I argue. "Hmmmph. Boy, you have no idea why you go through hell at your job do you? That's your problem, you have all these so-called profound phrases or advice, but you have no real perception of the world around you. All your little co-workers, they don't like me, because I bust their asses and make them work. They don't like you because you come off as a jackass who thinks he knows everything. Just because you are a loner, doesn't make you a nice person or a likable person." Edith criticizes. "Edith, I know that. And since when did you care so much about that, and using the word profound? As far as the job goes, I like the job. You, by all accounts, are not why I have problems with my job. The reason my co-workers don't like me is because I don't complain. I simply work and don't allow others with pseudo power..." SMACK!!!! And there goes another backhand. I really should keep my mouth shut. "Like I said, not perceptive of your situation. That mouth of yours always got you in trouble in more ways than one." "Like I said, that way of talking doesn't suit you. No, that way of talking, in fact all of you, are talking in a way that's similar in many ways." I deduce. "Please, just come out and say it!" Female-9 says annoyed. "Hi Momo. How is life over everyone else?" I ask. "Is that what you always think of me?" Momo Richardson asks. "It is you. Even when we dated in high-school." I announce. That put a lot of faces on surprise mode. "You dated this guy? Why?!" Tabitha asks loudly. "Because she wanted to feel superior. She thought I wasn't a challenge, easy prey to always pounce on. She mostly dated younger guys, and I just happened to be on her radar at the time." I bring to light. "You should think yourself lucky." Momo arrogantly states. "No, just wrong age and time." I correct. That put a fire under her. My mouth again. "I accepted dating you because I thought it would shut you up. Even before that fiasco happened you always were trying make me feel dumb. Mad because a sophomore was in an AP class with you." I cinder. "You are nowhere near my level." Momo says with venom. "Is that why you set this whole thing up? Angry because I didn't show all my cards and you assumed I was inferior to you?" I just keep adding more to the fire. "Shut the fuck up! You think you know everything, act like you can't be touched." Momo screams.Can't be touched? I've been touched plenty today, or tonight, for the rest of my second half of my life. This is ridiculous. "So this is how it's come down. I would think the reason I was kidnapped was because I did something unseenly or something that I couldn't be forgiven for. No, instead, I've been taken, beaten, tied up, and soon to be drugged because all of you have some juvenile bone to pick with me. Because I didn't fall in line like the rest of the males did?" I said with my anger rising. I look around, pisses me off the reason I'm here. I could be at my house, enjoying my time with a book, or writing, or drawing. Hell, I could be sleeping. But no, I've become some s&m fantasy for these people. "You know what? All of you can suck it! I'll take the damn roofie." I give in. I open my mouth wide. They hesitate because they are not use to this side of me. Dalia walks up with the pill. "The poisoner administers the medicine eh?" I state the obvious. Her eyes and nose flare and she shoves the med down my throat. I swallow. "How long before it starts?" Edith asks anxiously. "Up to thirty minutes. Though that depends on how susceptible he is to drugs." Denaya explains. "I'm very susceptible." I said calmly. I begin feeling loopy, almost immediately. I try to keep my focus, but I'm fading in and out. I hear laughter, it's my captors. "Naw, it's us, the other yous. So, how can we go about punishing our sows and heifers? You know I love my meat tender." The voice says. "We need to escape first if we are to exact revenge upon those who bring harm to the host." The other, other voice says. "I can't believe I share living space with a me who talks like he's on a crusade." Voice-1 says. "Says the me who acts like being a beast makes all the difference in the world." Voice-2 counters. "Enough! Both of you! Look, I don't have much time and you two will be changing in- and-out of mindset in a while. This drug is hypnotic, so suggestions are key. Here are my instructions. No raping, no killing; punish, but within means and reason." I order. "That depends on what you mean by..." Voice-1 begins. "Listen up! I will be asleep, but only for a little while. I will wake up, and I will know about your handiwork. Don't make me do what I have to make sure this doesn't happen again. Got it?" I threaten. They nod their heads acknowledging my assertiveness. Back in the real world. "You know...all of you should run away. Fair warning considering I'll be out of this chair." I say going in-and-out. "Ha! Bastard is still talking shit! What you going to do? Chew your way out of it?" Robin scoffs. "LEAVE!!!!" I said with more bass in my voice than any normal person has. The women get scared after that, but don't leave. Draxton finally falls into slumber. "Is he dead? He did say he is highly susceptible to drugs didn't he? What if this kills him?" Priscilla asks. "No way, he took half a pill." Francine answers. "I may have put something in it." Dalia confesses. "Like?" Tabitha asks. "You know me, being a witch and all. I might've hexed it." Dalia says sheepishly. "Seriously? Why?" Robin asks. "You're too noisy!" Draxton, well the other Draxton yells out. His voice is deeper, like cold darkness. He's somewhat muscular due to the regulation of blood and adrenal output. His facial features are more define but sucken in. "Draxton?" Beatrice calls out. "A different Draxton. Now, are you cows and pigs going to let me out of here, or am I going to force my way to each and every one of you?!" He asks with force. "Ok, this is way too freaky." Francine states. "Split personalities." Momo answers. "What? You mean to tell me he has another person inside him?" Edith asks. "Very comic book freaky." Priscilla adds. "Look, I say we leave him here and leave. Nothing good comes from different people inhabiting the same body." Dalia offers. "And on that note." Draxton2 gets out of his constraints. Like he said, force his way out. To Draxton2, head-on, in your face, is the way to live. No plans; just get an idea and roll over everybody with it. "Now, my lovely barnyard animals, scream for your LIVES!!!" He says with a laugh. And scream they do. The Wrong Abductee Edith moos reflexively, loudly too. "MOOOOOOOO!" She sobs from the pain. Draxton2 breathes in the burnt flesh. He pours disinfectant on the wound. Edith screams and cries. "Cows moo Edith." Draxon2 corrects. After wiping the disinfectant he covers the burn area with lotion. "I have to set a reminder that after every two hours apply the ointment. Well, back to the here and now with you. I still have eight left." Again he lifts her with ease and puts her back with the rest. Sadly, one had tried to escape. "Oh, MOMO! Now that's a bad little piggy. Surely, making Farmer Drax2 run after you is a NONO!" Draxton2 chimes. Momo continues to crawl in desperate hope to escape. Draxton2 grabs her hair and pulls her back onto her back. "I will make you squeal so divinely." Draxton2 muses. With one arm he hefts her over his shoulder like a back pack. In the branding area he does the same routine. This time he waves the iron close to her face. "Can't you feel the heat?" Draxton2 asks. Momo whimpers with fear thinking she pissed him off too much, and now he'll brand her face. Draxton2 pulls the iron away, twirls it in the air, and slams it into her right butt cheek. "AAAAAAAAHHHHHH!!!!" Momo screams. "I said, SQUEAL!" Draxton2 pushes harder. "OOOOOIIIIIINK!" She obeys. Draxton2 takes it off. "That'll do for now pig." The clean up routine towards those who disobey, or run, is a lot more rougher. He splashes the disinfectant, harshly washes the burn, and slaps on the ointment. "Since you like crawling so much, crawl back to your pig pen." Draxton2 demands. Momo obeys. "Now, who is the next volunteer?" He wonders outloud. "Hold it!" Robin yells. "Ms. Cross it is!" Draxton2 nominates. Like a bar, he places her on his shoulders. He skips to the area this time, enjoying her fat body flop up and down. Draxton2 pushes her upward and lays her down on the ground and again with cleaning routine. "You sure are thorough aren't you?" Robin tries to distract. "Have to be. Part of the rules I have to abide by. I have certain freedoms, but I'm not running the show. Anyway, back to the humiliation. Are you going to moo like a good heifer or will your tomboy stubbornness get in the way?" Draxton2 hopes. "Fuck you." Robin counters. "That's...MOO (stabs her ass with iron)...MOO (does it again to the same spot)" Robin falls to the ground in a heap. Draxton2 lifts her up by her hair. "Well?" Draxton2 asks. "Mooooo. Mooooo." Robin sobs with red, wet eyes. "See, it's all I ask." Draxton2 comforts. He wipes off the burn with disinfectant, and rubs on the ointment. "Whew! Hard-work pays off, eh my livestock?" Draxton2 says. Again he lifts her and walks her back to the others. "Wow, not even an hour has passed by since I started. Who's next?" Draxton2 plays. "Me." Denaya volunteers. "Yes, I like an animal that takes her humiliating destiny into her own hands." Draxton2 compliments and grabs Denaya by her restraints and has her tip-toe to the area. "So, my dark-skin piggy, you will remain standing until I'm finished. You fall, I brand the other cheek." Draxton2 explains. Denaya barely nods. She questions herself whether she'll be able to succeed. Draxton2 walks up behind Denaya. He rubs the spot in which he will cinder. "Hmmmmm. How well you have kept up your figure my pig. So firm, so soft, SO MINE!" Draxton2 presses the hot iron against her flesh. Denaya's mind remains steadfast on the task at hand. She can't fall or another brand will scorch her skin. Draxton2 takes it off her skin. She breathes hard and long, yet remains standing. "SQUEAL!!!" Draxton2 screams in her face. Denaya looks at him defiantly. "Ok then. Number two coming up." Draxton2 says nonchalantly. "You said if I kept standing..." Draxton2 turns around blindingly quick and grabs her throat. "Pigs do nothing but eat, shit, and get slaughtered." He releases her throat with force and goes to heat up the iron again. "OOOOOOIIIIIIIINK! Please! No more!" Denaya pleads. "Sorry, but you didn't listen the first time." Draxton2 replies, and again, another searing of pain for Denaya. She falls to the ground this time crying. Draxton2 cleans her up and the branding iron before tossing (literally) his disrespectful pig back with the others. "Beeeeeaaaaaatrice!" He sings. She cowers into the crowd as much as possible. "Hide; hide, as much as you can. Surely you will not escape this Black man." He rhymes. He throws her over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes and sets her down like one. "Will you also be so disrespectful like Denaya?" Draxton2 asks. She shakes her head no furiously. As he prepares Draxton2 decides to have a chat. "You know Beatrice, Drax didn't look at you with judging eyes, he felt sorry for you. The thing was that our mothers were like best friends, and yours, at least, could not have gone after her friend's husband. Do you know that his parent's marriage almost ended. Another kick in the nuts that I doubt even he'd survive. You see, his parents are the closest people he has to resemble friends. Sad days those were. He remembers those drawings or paintings he looked up on the Internet for everyone to see. It was Drax you made your center of inspirational rage. You began your castrating, character assassination against someone who cared about you. Payback time." Draxton2 reminisces. Draxton2 pulls her hair back. "And it will be, PAID IN FULL!" The searing flesh is like music to Draxton2, more so than the sweet, painful squeal emanating out of Beatrice's Spanish influenced accent. "O...O...OOOOOOOIIIIIIIIINK!" Beatrice screams. "Give the people what they want always." Draxton2 keeps her hair pulled back. He cleans her skin and places the ointment on. Once he's done, he pulls her by the hair to the others. They all look so frail and scared. Far from the females who'd torture him through his life. "A curse upon your head you..." SMACK!!!! Draxton2 sends Dalia to the ground with a backhand. The others move aside quickly. "Body, mind, and soul. I will cleanse you wholly in order to save you." He pauses. "HA! Like I give a damn." Draxton2 teases and with reckless abandon he carries her to his workshop. As he cleans his materials he hears Dalia chant her magic. He walks over and bends down to her. "You know, you scared Drax to his core with all your witchcraft. It was bad enough his life sucked, but you; you wanted him to suffer greatly. Check this out." He takes his shirt off and reveals a tattoo, all over his front, of a cross with superb design and detail. "Each part of this was designed to ward off your curse. He lived in fear of the wrong person. He realized it too." Draxton2 announces. "You honestly believe that will protect..." "I honestly believe that by the third brand you will turn into a heifer in body, mind, and soul." Draxton2 interrupts. "What do you mean?" Dalia asks with the beginnings of fear creeping in. Without an explanation Draxton2 burns her left ass cheek. Dalia screams in agony, but not the sound Draxton2 is looking for. He waits another three minutes, because he counted, and seers the right cheek. She screeches through gritted teeth. She huffs and puffs out breaths. "That's two! Why?!" Dalia asks. "Who said that it's over? The soul, the heart. Do you still have one after all the so-called cursing you've been doing? You know cursing is real. Something humans should never delve into. Only a strong will can overcome a human curse. Or so they say. Anyway, turn over so I can get your chest." Draxton2 commands. "NO! Please don't!" She tries to crawl away. Draxton2 holds her ankle with one hand. Laughing and cackling at her powerlessness. He rolls her over on her back and she fights. "Stop it, please!" Dalia begs. "I have to. There are two ways to stop a curse and it all involves the witch who did it. To think, a mere cow has caused so much trouble." Draxton2 mules over. Instead of her chest Draxton2 pushes down onto the front of her left deltoid. Draxton2 watches her eyes bulge and drool comes out the side of her mouth. Her body stiffens due to the pain. Draxton2 gets up and does his animal cleaning. "You may speak from your true form now." Draxton2 commands. "Mooooooo. Moooooo. Mooooooo." Dalia sobs. Music to his ears. He has her crawl back to have the others watch her transformation. He walks to his stable. Three to go. "Tabitha." Draxton2 roll calls. "Hold on. Why not Francine?" She dodges. "What bitch?!" Francine cusses. "Wrong Francine. You see, Tabitha sees herself as a cat rather than the female dog version. Yes, the more correct response is cunt. But we all know she is just a scared cow awaiting her marking. You're next Francine." Tabitha tries to fight, but Draxton2's grip on her limbs is too hard to ignore. In the area, Tabitha still tries to crawl away. Draxton2 sits on her back and forces her back to the earth. "Get off of me you bastard! You think you will get away with this, but I will make sure when this is over you will pay. I know you won't hurt us so much or kill us because that weak part of you, the original, is keeping you at bay. Ha! Who is the animal now when you are being detained from what you want to do?" Tabitha says with arrogance. Draxton2 looks down at Tabitha and gives thought to her words. Then he remembers why he obeys Drax. "So you saying I'm afraid Drax, right?" Draxton2 confirms. "Afraid? No, fear." Tabitha corrects. "Sorry, but it's the other way around. He's afraid of himself. To be honest, I am tame compared to what goes on in his mind and spirit. But that's neither here, nor there. Time for your breaking. Open wide and say..." "Eeeeeeeeeek!" She screams as he burns her. "Wrong. You know what you need to do to end the suffering."Draxton2 offers. "Noooooooo!" She screams as he burns her again on the same spot. "Then for as long as it takes." Draxton2 continues. Burnt flesh, the pain of it rushes through her being as she tries to hold out. "MOOOOOOOOOOOO!" "And?" "MOOOOOOOOOOOO!" "One more time." "MOOOOOOOOOOOO!" "Heifers for ya." Draxton2 says disgusted. He gets up and washes the brand. He decided to finally clean her wound. Her sobs move him none. He picks her up like a dead body and drops her without care. He walks over to Francine and she crawls out without saying a word. "This is how barnyard animals should act." He says to the rest. When he catches up to her Francine grabs for his ankles to trip him to the ground. She struggles in vain as Draxton2 looks at her without moving. "Why is my PIG trying to BRING ME TO HER LOW LEVEL?!" Draxton2 asks with cold force. Francine froze, not knowing what will happen to her next. He points to the area only. She complies without rebuttal. He says nothing to her. He merely gets his tools ready. It frustrates Francine that he says nothing. Does he not respect her enough to even treat her as such? All the while he cleans and he only looks at her; unflinching in his assessment. Draxton2 can't believe how Drax let this one be the bane of his existence. Draxton2 walks over to Francine with the brand red hot. "Nothing to say? Just like in high-school. Cold eyes and they look down on me like I don't deserve respect." Francine inputs. "A pig's only respect is to squeal and be slaughtered for my dinner." The coldness and darkness Draxton2 has in his eyes shows Francine she truly is not seen within his world as a human. "You believe you are the only one whom I don't respect? In this world, there maybe five I regard as human. You are not even close to one of them, swine. I'm done with you." Draxton2 humiliates, and with that he presses the brand on her right cheek, and he covers her mouth to muffle her abrasive scream. When he is done he doesn't tell her to squeal, but goes back to his routine cleaning. He walks past her to retrieve his last animal for the night. "OOOOOOOOOOOIIIIIIIIIIIIIIINK!!! OOOOOOOOOOOIIIIIIIIIIIIIIINK!!!!" Francine strives for attention. "I heard you already. GET YOUR ASS BACK IN THE PEN!" Draxton2 demands. Francine crawls back quickly with a slight smile on her face. "Now there is one. One, last, fat animal to claim. Priscilla, you're all alone now. Your best friend has joined my farm. Now, should you give me what is mine willing, or I take it? Please say take it." Draxton2 goads. "You think I don't know that you won't rape me? All of this is some kind of game to wear us down. To change how we see Draxton. Well, not me. You and he are still insolent maggots who think they know all." Priscilla fights. Draxton2 bends down in front of Priscilla. "My dear Priscilla, I can't believe you have been holding onto that to keep yourself strong. Change yourr feelings or thoughts about me? Look into your already barnyard animal sisters' eyes. Do they look like they have changed how they feel about Drax?" Draxton2 points out. Priscilla sees in their eyes contempt, rage, and hatred. But they say nothing because Draxton2 is not your average being. He has an immensely strong personality that doesn't see past his own machinations, and damn all who get in his way. "Now, bring yourself, or I'll have them bull-rush you out of here." Draxton2 says as he begins walking out the animal area. Priscilla scoffs at that notion, but she looks at Robin and sees she is willing to do so. She became scared, realizing she truly has become alone in this fight. She surrenders and crawls over to the area. Priscilla watches Draxton2 prepare for her. For the first time in her life she has met a villain; one who doesn't allow personal variables to falter his plans. Once he is ready she turns herself to be branded willingly. "MOOOOOOOOOOOOO." Priscilla surrenders. "Dumb cow." And he pushes the brand into her flesh. A breathless scream can be so loud with the correct facial expression. With the last of his livestock properly accounted for he again cleans her up and then his tools. "Job complete. You all are mine. Done in one hour and thirty minutes. Time for that second ointment coating." They let him without any resistance. "Well my pets it's been real, but my time is up. Say hello to 'him' for me." Draxton2 says. They all look confused as to why until... "Hello, time for The Hunt." The other, other Draxton appears. Again, they scream.