22 comments/ 21243 views/ 7 favorites Land of Men Ch. 01 By: Temptrianna Disclaimer: Warning the ideas expressed here are nothing more than the fantastical reaches of my imagination. All characters are 18 yrs old or older. Some sections of this story may be unsuitable for some readers as reluctance and force are expressed through some viewpoints but is not the highlight of the story. The concept was more so meant to be someone who is young and feisty (though totally legal age) who was being introduced to a world they did not understand and how they may respond with the inner fear from misunderstanding and the unknown. This story is just one of the many 'what if' ideas running around in my mind which is being transformed to story format. You have been warned so proceed at your own discretion. PROLOGUE Its the year 3018 and things are not as they once were. Men now control the world in ways that many had never conceived before now. As times became more tough through the 20th century on, a time of change came. Money lost all value worldwide. Politics became heated battles. The world erupted into a fit of chaos, until finally one man stepped forth to change it all. His ideals were very unorthodox to most however his new system once put into place minimized much of the atrocities put forth by previous presidents. He brought forth a form of structure that the nations needed. He minimized the red tape policies and put all of the male race in power making women the lower beings. Their rights were stripped which angered many. However in this exchange they became the most valuable thing in the whole scheme of things. They were the new currency. The more woman you had the wealthier you were. If you had none then you were left to fend for yourself or find a friend who would split his power with you. With the new laws of the land all owned women had to be marked. If there was no visible claim upon them then they were free to whomever grabbed them and took them as theirs as long as they were of legal age. No woman was to be touched if they were under 18. Up to that point in life they were to be protected by their father who would ensure his daughter was pure and raised to know their place among men and how to be servants. However not everyone is happy with this change in power. Many women are strong willed and refuse to accept this new life. Which has given birth to many small rebel groups of women who live in hidden wilderness locations where they plan to one day overturn the law of the land and seize full power from the very men who sought to enslave them. CHAPTER ONE Trista glared at the officer sitting in the front seat of the police car as she sat cuffed in the back wearing her dirty street clothes as her body still ached over her endeavor with him. Dressed in a baggy pair of black Gingko jeans with skulls lining the sides and pockets, an old pair of black hiking boots, and a baggy black punk shirt, she looked like she should be headed to jail or prison. Her long hair was dyed back to its original black and had dark candy apple red streaks in it which fell in waves upon her shoulders making her deep ocean blue eyes stand out vividly from a soft angelic face that showed signs of just how hard the last year or so of her life had been. But in the depths of those same angelic eyes blazed the sheer hatred and determination of a stubborn, strong willed woman. For the last 3 years she had been on her own within a group of women who all hated the government rule. They were a band of strong willed women who refused to accept the fate of men without one hell of a fight. They survived in secrecy, hidden in the shadows of wilderness areas and surviving off the land as much as they could while plotting on the rebellion of the president. Trista, like others, refused to allow herself the fate of being a slave to a man she didn't even know. She was not an object nor currency and she would fight til death to stop such a fate. It had been just a few months after her 18th birthday that she had found out that she had been pre -purchased and would ship out to her new owner on her 18th birthday. The news hit her as though someone had thrown boiling water over her. She didn't care what anyone said, not the government, not her father, not the cops or anyone else. She was not going to lie down and submit to being some mans dog, to be at his beck and call and please him as he saw fit. She would not allow herself to be used like that. Not to mention her father was far from a kind man and the thought of being slave to someone worst than him was enough to make her tighten her resolve. She thought constantly on the dilemma and how she could escape but her father kept very close eye on her until the fateful day came. So as soon as she had the chance, she ran. Her plan hadn't fully come to her before she had actually done it but as the officer escorting her to her new prison of a home pulled out onto the main street she kicked the window out and jumped out of it, catching the officer in total surprise as she suddenly became less of a docile kitten and more of a hellcat in mere seconds. Luckily she had waited until he was in the middle of heavy traffic so before he could pull over to try to stop her, she was out the window. Granted hitting the pavement had been excruciatingly painful, even today she had a few scars from the road rash she had received. At the time though she hadn't thought to much about the pain as adrenaline kicked into high gear and the only thought that went through her mind was to escape and run for her life or die trying. After nearly getting hit by more than one car, she had managed to get across the highway and dove into the thick forest on the opposite side as she ran as fast as she could. Had she not kept herself fit over the years, there would have been no way she could have survived it. By the time the officer had called in for backup and a search party, she was long gone. She laid low that day and managed to steal a few items to make her appear as a young boy. That combination along with simple intelligence and being cautious she had made it out of the city and eventually ran into others like her. They invited her into their small colony and together they survived. It wasn't always easy to avoid people and not get caught but somehow she and others had managed, until today. Thinking back on the events she mentally kicked herself. She had decided to come back to her hometown to attempt to free her younger sister. Tomorrow her sister Deisa would turn 18 and would no doubt be chartered away to some arrogant pig of a man. It really was a stupid idea to do this however she missed her sister and wanted to save her if she could. So she had hopped a train this morning and come home. Once off of the train she had thought to get her sister a gift as well so she headed to the local Belles. That had been her downfall. Apparently two and a half years was not enough time for this town to forget her as the older cashier recognized her on spot and had attempted to stop her from leaving as he had other employees call the police. It really didn't help that the first month of being on her own she had stolen from 4 Belles stores and her owner had also posted a reward for her return. No doubt they had a pin up of her face in the break room with the reward stamped on her forehead. Cursing she had made a run for it, letting her cap fall from her head as she shoved customers out of the way and headed for the doors. She would have been better off if she had made a dash for the roof and jumped to the next building to escape but that thought hadn't occurred to her at the time. Once she had reached the parking lot, the police cars had pulled into the parking lot and spotted her. She had nowhere to go as police yelled for her to stop and other men, bystanders, at the scene, made a grab for her so she made a mad dash behind the building and headed towards the creek across the small pasture. Just before she reached it a police car pulled in right in front of her and blocked her escape route. Slamming into the side of the car, she barely had time to regain herself and turn to run the opposite way before the cop was out of his car. Just as she had found her barrings she heard the officer warn her not to run. Sadly she wasn't smart enough to listen. She screamed a vicious "screw you piggy!" over her shoulder as she turned to run, seconds later there was a terrible pain that started at the back of her thigh and radiated through her entire body as it went stiff and her mind began to buzz. She was unable to move or do anything except fall face first into the hard pavement. The bastard had tasered her and it hurt unlike anything she had ever experienced in her entire life. Before the pain could fully subside he had cuffed her hands behind her back and put chained cuffs on her ankles and was shoving her into the back of his car. So now she sat, still in a bit of a daze as this evil cop drove her to the man who had purchased her over a year ago. Lo and behold as fate would have it this was the same bastard she had escaped from the very first time. Apparently he had learned from his mistake. She had no idea what awaited her but she was sure she wouldn't like it. Gazing out the window with her mind blank, she felt a shudder run through her as moments past and she noted the huge Gothic looking mansion they pulled up to. So she had been sold to Count Arrogant-ula. As the car pulled to a stop near the entrance way to this evil looking abode, the officer stepped out and waited by her door for her buyer to appear. She however was waiting on tiny bats to fly out of the windows and a puff of smoke to arise at the steps with lightning crackling across the sky. The thought just fit her mood too well as she still mentally kicked herself over everything that had happened and how fate had somehow managed to come back around and bite her in the ass, or rather the back of her thigh with what felt like ten thousand volts of electricity. Sighing to herself she laid her head back against the seat and simply waited quietly for the time being as it wasn't like she could really do anything in her current situation. Vaiden Nathaniel Dra'kar walked purposefully down the front steps of his home and to the awaiting officer. Happily he greeted the officer and spoke with him briefly on things. Hearing of the fight Trista had put up yet again, made him realize just how hard he would have to work to break her down so he could remold her. It was rare that he had the opportunity to get his hands on a feisty spirited girl so the challenge when presented always thrilled him. After assuring the officer he could handle things from here on, he sent the officer off to claim his reward or enjoying some of his girls and then turned his attention to the beauty in the backseat of the car. Trista felt the heated gaze of someone watching her within moments of Vaiden turning his attention on her. Hearing the click of the door handle as it was beginning to open, she looked up and felt shock swim over her. As the door opened, her gaze fell upon a rather handsome man who couldn't be any older than his mid 30s. Granted for her that was old but still it wasn't as old as she had expected him to be and he was surely more inviting to the eyes than she had expected. For some strange reason she had pictured in her mind that her buyer would be this balding old man covered in wrinkles and who loved to do perverted things to young girls. However the man before her didn't fit that part at all, well maybe the doing the perverted things to young girls part but not the other. This man had an air of refinement to him. His ebony hair was slightly longer than shoulder length but only by a few inches. It fell in ever so slight waves about his face as he looked in at her. His face held a rugged yet regalness to it as a dark beard ran in thin lines along either side of his strong jaw to come together to form a goatee that framed grinning lips. It was his lips alone that pulled her out of her quiet examination as she realized he was rather amused with her at the moment. Seeing him grinning at her she darted her gaze up to meet his eyes in a challenge. The moment her gaze locked with his, she verified her claims of his amusement as his eyes laughed at her while they held an air of wisdom to their dark ocean green depths. Instantly she felt in the very depths of her soul that he saw right through her. It was a feeling that ran a chill down her spine and made her shiver. "Now seeing as how I have your full attention, at least for a mere moment, I will be nice and give you a choice as to how this day shall go. Its rare that I do such things however I feel like making this one exception for now, even though i ought to severely punish you for running from me. However that can always come later." He paused to grin and watch her expression as he noted a wide range of emotions skimmer through her all at once. He always enjoyed first meetings and first days with his slaves. They were never the same twice in a row and more times than not, they were interesting to say the least as he learned so much from one day about each girl then a lifetime could tell him. He instantly noted the fire pulsing through her that his grin was eliciting in her however he duly noted the flittering arousal in her as she looked him over. There was no doubt in his mind that she would try to hide that weaker emotion as hard as she could and give him a hell of a fight. As a matter of fact he figured the battle between them would start as soon as he gave her the simple option which could save herself some pain and misery. Chuckling to himself he continued as he watched her carefully for any signs of what she may be about to do. "Now seeing as how you have had a tough day already if you cooperate and play nice, so will I. I will be kind enough to be gently and easy on you today and even allow you to rest for a while before i really touch you. But if you don't like that option we can always go with plan B which would entail ma dragging you into the house, probably in pain and gasping for breath while trying to curse me and I promise that by the end of the day you will know the true meaning of pain and misery to the fullest extent of the words. Now lil one, what will you choose?" He said with a grin as he watched the war begin in the depths of her crystal blue eyes. Trista couldn't help but see red as the words 'lil one' rolled from off of his tongue, no matter how sexy his voice sounded. Really!? Did he have to go there and degrade her before she could even consider his options? He really didn't know who he was messing with and the threat of pain was not scaring her one bit. Glaring up at him, she wished for one second her legs hands were not cuffed so she could show him pain. However she couldn't hit him or even kick him with the cuffs on her so she had to get a hold of her anger and use strategy if she was going to best him. Taking a deep breath, she pulled her gaze from him for a moment so she could compose her anger and get a better hold on herself. After all he was right she had had a rough day so she was entitled to a little hostility and frustrated feelings towards him, seriously she had been tasered, that was enough to make anyone pissy. Little did she know he was still reading her like a book as she gathered her thoughts before facing him again with a restrained sense of being. "Fine, I'll play nicely for now as long as you keep your distance as you claim," she said to him as she raked a hard gaze over him as if sizing him up for the battle to come. Vaiden wasn't unperturbed by her at all. If she could ruffle his feathers with a cold sneer and heated glare then she would not draw too many more breaths. Lucky for her he really was a kind guy, at least outside of playing with his girls. He enjoyed pampering them and giving the special treats when he could but when the mood caught him right he could be a very evil sadist. Knowing well she was simply playing her cards in the invisible game going on between them, he nodded at her words as he reached in to grab her arm firmly but not hurtful and helped her out of the car. Letting her stand against the side of the car, he shut the door and looked her over. She was a hair shorter than him which was nice. She was definitely taller than most of his girls however at 6'3" he still towered over her. She would take some work to truly transform her however for now a hot bath and a set of new clothes would do wonders for her. "Come. Let's get you cleaned up and fed and I will give you a tour of the place and see if we can get you in a little better disposition." With that he slowly ushered her inside, waiting til she was within his walls before uncuffing her ankles and only after warning her if she tried to run or kick him that she would find herself in a dark room, cold, afraid, in pain, and starving. It was enough to make her stop and think and gave him just enough time to get the cuffs off of her ankles before she was ready to challenge him. "I am not afraid of you! You can stop threatening me as I assure you it will be a cold day in hell before you get the best of me!" Trista boldly declared as she forced herself to stand tall and gaze up at him in defiance. Inwardly she told herself that if she didn't stand up to him then he would think she was one of those docile weak minded girls he can have his way with and she was not going to let that happen. Though truth was, part of her was scared but she was not willing to let him know that. Hearing her words, Vaiden couldn't help but tsk her. "I assure you my dear you will eat those words soon enough and normally I would make you eat them right now. However I know more about you than you think and so how about I give you one last warning and enlighten you of how things work around here and then I will put my niceties aside and you can finish sealing your fate for a very interesting day." He said as he stood his full height before her and backed her against the wall as he spoke. Grinning to himself at the fact she had not yet realized she had cornered herself, he placed his hands on the wall on either side of her body just as he cuffed hands touched the cold wood panels. Her breath caught as she realized she was pinned between him and the wall. Damn him for entrancing her enough to corner her. Part her of her wanted to lash out so badly but part of her said to wait. At war with herself she listened to his words as he gave her a long run down of the rules of the house. The fact that he laid down the rules while keeping her between him and the wall didn't really bother her. For the most part his rules were simple and easy to follow as far as not leaving the house and certain sections were off limits to her and she was responsible to help clean the huge mansion. Those things didn't bother her. It was when he started telling her that she had to refer to him as Sir and Master, she had to wear only outfits he picked out for her, eat foods he picked out for her, ask for everything, and eventually after he trained her she would have to present herself to him in a certain manner that he deemed fit as well as keep him pleased. That coupled with the line of "You are mine now, I own you," was enough to awaken her inner hellion. Without even thinking, she glared back at him and then before she could think better of it she spit in his face. He had expected her rebellion to start when it did. However he wasn't expecting spitting to be her first move. Without saying a word of flinching, he moved his hand swiftly from the wall to wrap his hand around her throat in a tight grip as he pressed her against the wall roughly. "That was not wise lil one, now I get to punish you." He grinned as he used his other hand to wipe the spit off of his face and then used it to slap her across the face. it wasn't hard enough to leave a bruise but it definitely got her attention as she inhaled sharply and started wiggling under his tightening grip on her throat. Land of Men Ch. 01 Grinning he leaned forward so that he could whisper into her ear while he held her. "Instead of being pampered I think you need to be shown your place. The more you fight me the more you will be put through. I love a feisty woman so go ahead and fight me." Pulling back he knew his words would fuck with her mind as he eased up his grip just enough to let her get a breath but still keep hold of her. Letting his gaze roam over her, he grinned hearing her whimper as his other hand moved to trail over her body, feeling her. As his hand reached her right breast, he stopped to squeeze and watch her fight her emotions as pain mixed with pleasure from the simple gesture. After a minute he let go to pull his hand away, letting her think he was done but then bringing his hand down hard across her breast slapping it and grabbing roughly at the same time. She yelped and squealed a bit which excited him. However that was short lived as her next instinct was to kick out at him with her right foot. Anticipating her move, he moved his leg to block and then pin her leg with his as he then used his body to push her against the wall to fully pin her. "Stop!...Let..ME..GO!" She squealed out too late as she heard his evil little laugh. "Maybe if you had of added 'please Master' to the end of that I might be inclined to do as asked. But you forgot those magic words." He said toying with her as he watched the fear cross her eyes as she fought the realization that if he wanted to he could force her to the floor, strip her, and have his way with her right here and now. She was a confident woman and independent and now all of that was being shaken to the very core of its foundation within her. Part of him wanted to feel sorry for her but then again she was bringing everything on herself so pity was out f the question. Reaching into his jeans pocket, he pulled out a medium length choke chain. Being careful he slipped it over her head and around her neck as he released his grip on her throat. He would have to be careful with this for of a collar as he really did not want to hurt her however he did want to scare her a little and this had ways of convincing contrary slaves to follow. "I think you know how this works. Its very simple. I walk and you follow. If you don't then this chain is going to tighten around this pretty little neck of yours and its going to cut off your ability to breath not to mention it will leave some nasty marks so I suggest you learn to cooperate fast." He said in final warning as he pulled a thin black leash from his other pocket and attached it to the end of the choke chain. Without warning, he moved away from her and began walking. Trista panicked as he put the choke collar on her and then hooked a leash to it and moved away from her. Seriously he couldn't be serious and yet he was. Even as her ind swirled with what little had happened so far, she somehow managed to make her feet move forward and keep up to him so that she didn't choke herself. Silently he lead her down several long halls of the elegant mansion. Everything was pristine and beautiful but she wasn't paying total attention to it all as she was too busy looking for some way to escape all of this. After several minutes they came to a large bedroom which lead to a large bathroom. No doubt by the looks of things this was his room. Pulling her into the bathroom, he undid her wrist cuffs and ordered her to strip. It was a simple yet firm command. Yet it was one she couldn't comply with. As the words left his lips, she gave him a look of disbelief. She wasn't ready for this. "No!" She said with enough defiance in her voice to cover her timidness at what he wanted of her. To her astonishment he never missed a beat as he gave her a simple shrug with the words "Alright suit yourself." With that he pulled her to him with the leash and grabbed her by her hair and pushed her into the shower fully clothed. keeping a hold on her hair he forced her to her knees in the shower and then reached over to turn it on to a very cold stream that was directed straight at her. She screamed as soon as the cold jets hit her and she quickly began to fight to move away from them but he held her firm in place as he stayed outside of the tub. "Now then when you are ready to start shedding those clothes then I will start giving you a little bit of warm water." Trista couldn't believe what was happening. How dare he be so cruel to her. It was unreal that he would let her sit here and freeze but by the sound of his voice he was dead serious of what he had said. If she didn't comply to his demand then he would hold her hear by her hair which was already becoming painful, and let her enjoy a very cold shower. After a few minutes of the cold torture she gave in. Her body was starting to shiver as her clothes became more and more soaked with the cold water. "Alright!... I'll strip just stop the cold!" She yelped as he held her eyes closed to stop the water from getting in them as he held her firm. Seeing that he didn't immediately give in to her squeal of giving in she groaned to herself as she realized what he was waiting for. "Please Master, let me go and let me strip and warm up please." With those words said, Vaiden grinned and let go of her hair as he gave her a nod of acknowledgment. Waiting to make sure she complied, he slowly began to add a little bit of warm water to the stream as she shed all of her clothing. "See that wasn't so hard now was it? Now clean yourself up and then we will find you some new clothing." He chuckled lightly as he gathered the wet clothing and placed them to the side of the bathroom. Giving her the chance to continue to be good, he sat back admired her beautiful body as he watched her wash herself. Had she played nicely this whole time he would have joined her and gently bathed her himself but since she wanted to be stubborn she would miss out for now. After all once she was done he would put her through the full initiation of becoming his property and by the end of the night he would claim her one way or another. Trista felt shy as she bathed herself in the large glass shower. She could feel his gaze upon her and it unnerved her greatly. Normally such feelings would ignite her anger and she would burst out with something to anger the person enough to leave her alone or she would attack them. However this man didn't play by the rules and she was still partially shivering fro the cold shower she had just endured. Knowing full well if she pissed him off at this exact moment that the cold water may well return, she managed to keep herself in check as she washed up and gave him her backside to view the whole time as it was the only for of defiance she could truly do towards him at the moment. Vaiden knew he could be much harsher on the poor girl for her actions but he also knew what all was coming in the next few hours. Seeing as how she was at least not attacking him and wasn't trying to escape him, he counted that as small progress so far. Then again he hadn't truly tested her yet on her behavior. That would come later he was sure. Hearing his phone begin to ring in his pocket, Vaiden smiled as he pulled it out and checked the caller id. It was none other than Trista's father. After her disappearance he had arranged ownership of her sister and made sure there would be no incident a second time. After doing some investigating on his dove that manages to fly the coop, he knew he had to have her younger sister as well. He figured he could use the sister to lure Trista to him if his reward offer fell through. However one way or another he knew he would have Trista and Deisa. As it was their home life was not the best. The house was run down and their father had a constant slur to his speech while the pungent odor of alcohol rent the air around him. That alone had been enough to decide to make arrangements for Deisa but the fear he had seen I'm the forefront of her beautiful face set the deal in stone for him as he suspected neglect with the way the young girl looked upon her father. Had he been able to he would have taken her out of that house that very day. However she was too young for him to have any say in things other than making future arrangements. Since then he had personally kept close contact on Deisa. With arrangements in place for her to be escorted to his estate first thing in the morning, he hadn't expected and calls from her or her father. Not wanting Trista to overhear, he answered the call and stepped out of the room. There was no need getting her riled up just yet. It took a moment for Trista to realize he had left and had even shut the door to the bathroom. The noise of the shower covered up his movements though it hadn't managed to cover up his cell phone ringing which just happened to play the background music of a very old alternative or rock song. She was too young to know the century old song but it reminded her of something her father once listened to. He was a collector of very old things for reasons she didn't know. With opportunity on her side, she quickly finished washing up and quickly exited the shower dry off. She had hoped to dress before he returned but her old clothes were still cold and soaked in a pile on the floor and he hadn't brought her anything else to wear yet. If he thought she would prance around naked he seriously had another thought coming. Having no other alternative she took the large dark blue towel she had dried off with and secured it snugly around her. It barely covered her but it was enough to satisfy her. Hearing his voice faintly in the other room, she could tell he was preoccupied with other things. Now was the perfect time to plot her escape. Surely there was something in the bathroom that she could use against him. For a large bathroom it was pretty average. It had a small closet to one side. Close to the closet was a large vanity with dark marble counter tops and two large marble sinks, and underneath were two large cabinets. Above the toilet was a nice sized window that she could more than likely squeeze through and to the far wall was the large glass shower with a large spa type tub beside it. Being quick but quiet, she moved to the large vanity and began to snoop in the cabinets underneath them. In the first she found extra toilet paper and a few cleaning products. In the next one however she found allot more. Inside she found a bottle of alcohol, baby oil, a few razors, beard trimmer, hair sheers, styling gel, baby powder, a girl's large cosmetic bag which she assumed wasn't his, a curling iron, and a few other common chemicals and things for bathroom. The way things were set up she could tell the girls had a small area to keep a few personal things they may want or need while entertaining him. Grinning she grabbed the cosmetic bag, the alcohol, the baby oil, and the curling iron. She would have to act quick as there was no telling how long he would be on the phone. Opening the first cabinet again she grabbed the plunger and a bottle of Clorox toilet cleaner. She didn't bother with the closet for now as she figured it had to hold towels and wash rags and nothing too special, not to mention she was rushed for time. Grinning evilly to herself, she started putting everything into action, being sure to plug up the curling iron first. She took the the Clorox and squirted it on the floor near the door. It had a green tint to it so he would be sure to see it but that was what she wanted. After making a squiggly mess in the entrance with the green smelly goo, she put the bottle on the counter top and grabbed the baby oil. This he would not see. Giggling to herself she smeared the floor with it just past the puddle of green and made the trail leading to the large shower which she opened the door to and turned on pure hot water to so it would finish steaming up the room. No doubt he had hear it so she had to move fast now. Opening the closet door carefully so it didn't make a noise, she then moved to the window and opened it carefully. It was then she heard his voice drawing closer to the bathroom door. With her heart in her throat, she darted to the closet, being sure to grab the bottle of alcohol and the plunger on her way and closed herself into the closet as quietly as possible. Vaiden heard a few noises in the bathroom he wasn't too pleased with. He had been a little preoccupied with the important call about her sister, however he wasn't so occupied that he missed the ruckus she was making. Surely she was doing something stupid. Cutting his call short, he headed back to the bathroom to see what was going on. He heard the shower running but he also felt a breeze through the door. Oh no she wasn't that stupid, was she? Preparing for an ambush of some sort, he carefully opened the door. Glancing in he didn't see anything except the steam from the shower fogging it up and then he noted the direction the steam was heading which was towards the opened window. Damn her! He thought as he moved forward quickly to investigate. That was his undoing. His foot caught in something slick. He felt himself move forward as his momentum combined with the slick substance on the floor and before he knew it he was falling and falling fast. There was no way to catch himself and before he could stop himself he landed with his upper torso in the shower with very hot water scalding him while his lower half of his body was out of the shower. Growling in pain and anger with curses under his breath, he moved to get up as carefully as he could with hot water hitting him in the face and his feet slipping in the invisible goo. Sadly for him this was just the start of his problems. Just as he found his footing, he heard the closet door behind him open. Turning to look back he was welcomed by the site of Trista half naked with a towel wrapped around her and her wet hair falling about her shoulders and holding a plunger and a bottle of something the other hand. Before he could threaten her, more so promise her the beating of her life, or lunge for her, she moved carefully and quickly forward and squirted the bottle at his face as she used the plunger like a sword to hit him. Lucky for him the smell hit him before the liquid and realizing it was alcohol she sprayed at him he shut his eyes instinctively but it was to late. Feeling the sudden burn in his eyes he cursed as he felt her hit him with the plunger twice while telling him how much of a dog he was and how he deserved this. Oh yeah the line had now been crossed and she would pay heavily. Once he got this shit out of his eyes and got his hands on her. Trista knew she was pushing her luck as she hit hi a second time with the plunger then turned to run. If she failed to escape then he would more than likely kill her now. Forgetting the curling iron as it wasn't needed after all, she darted from the bathroom and ran out of the bed room adjoining it. Seeing it open up to a large long hallway, she tried to remember which was he had brought her. Remembering, she took off retracing her steps as best as she could as she ran for her life. Vaiden let a line of curses at the little hellion deceiving him. Oh this day just got better and better. Pulling his cellphone out of his pocket, which just happened to be water proof from previous experiences with feisty brats, he hit a button on it which linked his phone to the P.A. system of his home. It was one way he could get out important announcements such as this. Once it linked up he made the announcement of the new girl escaping and who ever caught her and drug her back to him would be highly rewarded. He had no doubt she would not get far now. Within his home he had 27 slaves who loved and adored him and who would happily kill in order to be rewarded by him. If she was fortunate enough to escape his girls then she had 30 armed guards who lived at the estate whom were loyal to him, not to mention the 8 attack trained dogs which would be set loose now. Yep the day would be quite interesting indeed. Trista cursed as she heard his voice ring out over head. At first it startled her til she realized it was just an intercom system she was hearing. However that relief was short lived as she turned into the foyer to find an large male guard armed with a tranquilizer gun and a taser blocking the front door. Oh hell no. She did not need round two with that thing. Turning quickly she headed back down the corridor and ducked down a smaller hallway. She had no intention to give taser man a clear shot at her. But as fate would have it she didn't get too far in the maze of hallways before she ran into several girls, 6 in total. All of them wore sexy skimpy outfits and all of them didn't look too happy seeing her. No doubt these were his brain washed minions who feared him and would catch her just to avoid his brutality. Yes even though he hadn't been too bad to her yet, she still saw him as a tyrannical dictator in her mind. One of the girls stood out from the rest. She was about the same height as Trista. She was similar in build but had beautiful long blonde hair which was pulled into loosely braided pigtails. She wore a pair of very short camo shorts and a pink and white short cutoff tank top that said, 'kiss my barrels' cross the breast with a picture of a double barrel shotgun behind the letters extending so the barrel ends were drawn upon her nipples. She had an air about her as though what she said, went and the look in her eyes was pure challenge to Trista. Oh how Trista wanted to choke her with her pigtails but right now she needed to get out of her. "Um...cute top...gotta run...see ya..!" Trista said sarcastic as she turned to run. Unfortunately just as she turned and bolted she slammed into a brick wall, with strong arms. Well it felt like a brick wall, but it was none other than Vaiden. Looking up into his angry stare she gasped as his hand was suddenly once again around her throat. "Poor slave." Was all he said grimly as he pulled something from his pocket and brought it up for her to see. It was a needle of clear fluid. Her eyes grew large as she watched him undo the cap with his teeth and then he moved to inject it in her neck. She struggled all that she could but he was cutting off her breath making it hard to think. Just before she felt the needle she felt arms behind her grab her and help hold her still. Wincing she felt the sting in her neck as her world started to darken. As she became limp in his arms, Vaiden handed the needle and cap to Reyna. She had been with him for 8 years and was always happy to assist him. She knew him better than anyone and could read him like a book as he always did with her. Smiling up at him she capped the used needle as he picked Trista up in his arms. "Good girl Rey, come help me get her downstairs." He said softly as the rest of the girls returned to their chores and daily routines. The drug he injected her with would keep her unconscious for a couple of hours. That would give him time to get her properly restrained in his dungeon as well as allow his live in physician give her a full exam and allow him to properly tend to his still burning eyes. Not to mention he needed to calm fully before he touched her or her punishment would go allot further than it should. No matter what she had done to him, he was not that cruel to allow himself to harm any of his girls. * ((Author's Note: Chapter Two will written and posted later on depending on the responses from this first installment of this story. If the interests is low to non existent then I will not post anymore on this story. So please leave feedback.))