AnnouncementContent warningThis chapter is very heavy in pces. If you have triggers, reading the content warning is a good idea.

  SpoilerMultiple instances of rape, misgendering, homophobic slurs, and lots of sex scenes overall

  [colpse] six

  [23 january 2024]=-=[tuesday]=-=(1546)

  Kelly feels like such an idiot.

  In the st five hours, Morgan has looked over her entire pn and come up with at least twenty different ways it could be doomed to failure and has reworked it to have a much higher degree of success.

  Danni is now in more of a “handler” role than she was before, while Kelly is sitting back and writing the proverbial checks. It’s an odd sensation for all involved. Morgan isn’t used to being in charge. Honestly, she doesn’t want to be in charge of the pn. She’s both the merchandise and the weapon as it is. She’s already consumed with steeling herself to withstand the almost certain abuses and viotions that will come with being Roderick’s pything, forcing herself to be able to endure it until the timing is absolutely perfect. It does help a little that the conditioning that’s making her crave sex with men is still there and active, but there is such a thing as too much of a good thing.

  But Danni is not military trained, just trained as a bodyguard and security person, and Kelly has no training whatsoever in anything reted to this. That pretty much defaults it to Morgan, who despite her temper problems and insubordination in the past was not by any means a bad soldier.

  There is a saying she’s heard before – topping from the bottom. That’s her right now. Hell, she still calls Danni “Mistress.”

  Thus, the pn has been changed a bit. It still has way more failure points than Morgan likes, but it has fewer than Kelly’s version of it. Kelly is still going to “sell” her, and they’re still going to pass her off as the forcibly feminized son of the pharmaceutical magnate. But she’s going to have a subcutaneous GPS tag embedded in her skin so she can be found in an instant if things go awry. Some of Kelly’s people are going to station themselves nearby so they can crash the scene within minutes. But they’re also going to have to be very patient. The right time could come within hours, or it could take months. There’s just no way to be certain.

  --={@~~~@}=--

  [9 february 2024]=-=[friday]=-=(0307)

  It’s the middle of the night at an isoted, private airfield on the ft side of town. Kelly, Danni, and Morgan are waiting in Danni’s armored SUV.

  “It’s almost time, isn’t it?” Morgan asks.

  “Yes,” Kelly says. “He said he’d take delivery at 3:15am.”

  “We’ve got a team ready to fly out once you nd,” Danni says. “He took Stefan out of the country, which means it’s likely he’ll do the same with you.”

  “It makes sense, especially if he has something like a private isnd,” Morgan says. “Just remember the pn. I’ll signal you somehow. He’s got to have a satellite phone or some kind of communications system.”

  “He’s going to try his damnedest to break you,” Kelly warns.

  “He can try,” Morgan says. She looks up as she starts to hear a loud sound. “Looks like he’s arriving. Get in character.”

  “Fine…” Kelly says. “Your new owner’s here.” She opens the door. “On your feet, boy.”

  Morgan’s demeanor shifts into a more docile, broken one as she steps out of the SUV, as if on autopilot. Kelly follows her out, and Danni walks out as well, visibly armed but with her weapon still holstered.

  Roderick’s private jet nds some distance away, then starts taxiing on the runway until it gets over to where the three are. A stairway is rolled up to the pne, and a couple of minutes ter, Roderick steps out, followed by a man with a briefcase. “Ah! You made it!” he shouts as he comes down the stairs.

  “I said I’d be here, and I’d have your merchandise ready to go,” Kelly says, pushing Morgan ahead with some force.

  Morgan quietly sobs, selling the illusion that she doesn’t want to be here.

  Roderick walks up and holds Morgan’s chin, lifting her head as if to appraise her. “Very nice. Tell me your name, boy,” he says.

  “M-Morgan,” she says. “Morgan Shear…” She trembles.

  “Ah, yes! The illegitimate son of Barcy Shear!” Roderick says. “Don’t worry. I won’t hurt you. Much. At first. We’re going to have so much fun together!” He motions for the man with the briefcase to walk over to Kelly and open it.

  Inside is 400,000, which she starts to count. Satisfied that it’s all there, she nods her head. “Good. I can’t wait to rub that fucker Barcy’s nose in it. Send me photos!”

  “Oh, I will!” Roderick says. “Come along, young Morgan…”

  “Y-yes Sir…” Morgan says, still pying the part of a petrified, traumatized boy who’s been forcibly feminized. She is led up the steps and onto the jet by Roderick, who follows her in.

  Kelly looks at Danni as the door on the jet is shut and it starts to taxi away before takeoff. “Is it transmitting?”

  “Yep,” Danni says. “Want to go get a coffee while we wait for them to get where they’re going?”

  “Not much else we can do,” Kelly says. “I know a pce.”

  Meantime, on the jet, Morgan is belted into one of the seats rather tightly, restrained, and gagged as well. Roderick sits down next to her and waits for the jet to get to cruising altitude. “Don’t worry, boy, the real fun is going to be starting very soon. I’m going to have fun breaking you.” He starts to grope at Morgan’s chest. “Such tiny tits… I really wish she would have given you impnts, but I can always do that myself...”

  Morgan inwardly shudders as her breast is fondled. She does moan slightly, but it’s muffled by the gag. On the one hand, it feels amazing. Guys are really missing out. But on the other, this guy is a sleazeball and she really wishes her first time being explored as a girl would have been with someone nicer.

  That’s not her lot in life, though.

  Roderick then reaches under her skirt and starts to fondle her tiny, useless dick.

  Again, it feels so good and so wrong at the same time, as she shuts her eyes and moans through the gag. Fuck, she thinks. This is way better than when she used to jerk it as a guy, and it’s a fucking shame, because this guy is a goddamned child rapist scumbag and the sooner it’s safe to kill him, the better it will be for her sanity, she believes.

  “Just wait,” Roderick says. “It’s going to get even better once we get home…” Roderick soon pulls out a syringe and injects Morgan with it.

  Just great. More drugs...

  --={@~~~@}=--

  [14 february 2024]=-=[wednesday]=-=(1405)

  Morgan comes to in a vishly furnished bedroom, groaning a bit. She’s on the floor and her ass is sore. So is her throat. Seriously?! she thinks. The bastard fucked me while I was drugged?! In my mouth and ass?! The worst part of it is that she doesn’t know how many times the bastard’s used her. She finds herself stripped down and with ropes tied around her body in the style of a bondage harness, her arms tied behind her back. Her chest is also sore, and as she looks down, she’s had some work done. She estimates she’s now an F cup. Everything feels a bit hazy around the edges, like she’s still feeling the lingering aftereffects of a mind-altering drug. She also urgently needs to be fucked right this second.

  She tries to take stock of her situation fully. There’s nothing around she can readily use as a weapon. Roderick’s nowhere to be found. She’s immobilized, so she couldn’t do anything anyway. So, the pn will be to gain his trust enough to be allowed more freedom of movement.

  “Ah-ah-ah, don’t move too much, you’ll pop your stitches!” Roderick says as he enters the room. “I decided you needed a bit more up top for me to py with.”

  “How… thoughtful, Sir…” Morgan says. She wants to gag, but she suppresses that reflex a bit. She can still taste him in her mouth, and he is disgusting. Does he even wash his fucking dick? ...Yet the conditioning is making her curious to know what it’s like while she’s awake… she’s yearning to be filled. She starts squirming a little. Damn it, she thinks. I need this. I need him to use me again. This is going to make things difficult.

  Roderick notices just how Morgan is squirming. He smiles in a way that is best described as sickening. “Oh. I know what you want…” He walks over and sits on his bed. “Beg me.”

  Morgan inwardly sighs. She’s going to have to butter this bastard up to get to where she needs to be. “Please… please fuck me…”

  “I don’t know that I should… you don’t sound enthusiastic enough about it,” Roderick says, with that evil, sadistic grin of his. He lifts Morgan by her hair. “Beg me like your life depends on it,” he adds. Because it damn well might. If he gets bored too quickly, he may just get rid of her sooner, rather than ter, and she won’t have the time to complete her mission.

  “Please, Sir, I need it, I need your dick inside me, I’m incomplete without it… pleeeeeease…” Morgan mewls. She’s… not the greatest at this.

  “Oh, if you insist…” he says as he lifts Morgan up by her harness and throws her over onto the bed. Her sore tits hurt even more when she makes impact with the mattress, while her legs dangle helplessly off the side. Is he…

  No. Not yet. He’s shifting her around again, putting her on the floor, on her knees and positioning her head. He’s going to fuck her face to start with. That might actually be preferable right now. Her ass is still very sore. “Open wide,” he says as he unzips his pants. He’s already hard, the bastard. Eight inches of sheer, uncut repulsiveness.

  Before Roderick can even give the instruction to start, Morgan’s conditioning takes hold as she leans forward and starts taking him inside her mouth. He’s very big and thick, but she fights her gag reflex and she takes it all inside and… it’s like something that has been missing all her life, and she’s found it.

  “Oh… maybe I should have waited for you to wake up… uhhhn… you’ve a very enthusiastic boy, aren’t you? Worthless little faggot, you’re acting like… like you’ve been waiting for this your whole life…”

  The misgendering and the slur are both very annoying, but Morgan is too lost in the moment, in the sensations to care. She needs this. It disgusts her to the core, but she needs this. She starts to bob her head up and down on Roderick’s cock, taking it deep within her throat as she works on him. She’s moaning as she’s actually getting pleasure out of this.

  She resolves that the first thing she’s going to do once she gets out of here is find a guy who is everything Roderick isn’t and blow his fucking mind by giving him the best blowjob ever.

  “Oh, that’s it… just like that, fuck… you are so much better at this when you’re awake…” Roderick says, starting to lose himself to the pleasure building inside him.

  Morgan pulls her head back, removing Roderick’s dick from her mouth just long enough to purr, “Thank you, Sir,” and then she takes it all in one go again and resumes her ministrations. At this point she doesn’t know how much of this is her and how much is the conditioning, but she just continues to work on him and she’s desperately wanting him to cum. She needs him to cum. Maybe then both he and her conditioning will both be sated. “Mmmm…” she moans, getting him very close. He’s starting to twitch down there.

  She knows the signs from when she used to have her parts work in a simir manner.

  “Oh… enjoying yourself… aren’t you boy… get ready… I’m…” Roderick says as he thrusts down her throat as far as he can and blows his load, which she swallows almost on reflex.

  Morgan also gets something out of it as well, which kind of sickens her. Her limp little cock is dripping a bit.

  “It’s hard to believe you’ve never done this before while conscious…” Roderick says. “Clean me off, slut.”

  Morgan shudders, but does as she’s ordered to, taking him into her mouth again and licking him clean. It’s so gross. It doesn’t help that she came as well so she’s got a bit of that post-orgasm crity settling in. She’s got to get him to believe she’s broken enough that he’ll undo her bonds. She starts crying. One of the skills she picked up after taking over the op was the ability to cry on command. She sobs silently and sniffles.

  Roderick looks at her smugly as he zips his pants back up. He sees the little puddle she left on the floor and forces her face down to it. “Clean that up too.”

  Morgan’s eyes are watering profusely as her sobs become audible. She opens her mouth and ps at the pathetic little puddle with her tongue.

  Once she finishes that, he pces his foot on her shoulder and pushes, knocking her over onto her tied arms. “Pathetic little boyslut. I doubt you’ll st the week.” Roderick walks out of the room.

  Oh, if only you knew, you bastard, Morgan thinks as she continues sobbing until he’s out the room.

  --={@~~~@}=--

  (1829)

  Morgan awakens to find a girl standing over her. She’s dressed in an overly fetishized maid’s uniform, which is to say, a bikini top and a pair of thong bottoms with the tiniest of cy aprons over the front. It offers none of the protections or functionality of an actual maid’s dress, being all for show. She’s practically emaciated, with her ribs showing underneath comically rge breasts. Morgan would have to estimate that the girl is at least a G cup.

  “Sir requests your presence in the den,” the girl says, holding her hands together in front of her apron as she looks down. She’s not making eye contact.

  Morgan struggles to get up without being able to use her arms, but she eventually manages it. She looks over the girl. This one is very, very broken already by the look of things. She doesn’t know whether the girl can be an asset during the mission, whether she’ll get in the way, or if she’ll be someone else who has to be disposed of.

  Morgan’s really hoping it’s not the tter. “Do you have a name?” she asks.

  “He… he calls me Milton, but that name doesn’t really fit me anymore…” the girl says.

  “It doesn’t,” Morgan says. “I’m Morgan. What name do you prefer?”

  “R-Raina…” the girl says almost in a whisper, as if he has ears everywhere. “But you can’t tell Sir. He’ll punish me…”

  “I won’t, I swear,” Morgan says. This is beyond horrible. This kid – the girl is 19 but doesn’t look over 16, but he seems to prefer them to look younger than they are – has managed to defy all the odds and self-actualize as female despite, or possibly in spite of the abuses she’s suffered, and that bastard continues to rub her nose in her former gender to hurt her.

  It’s the same thing he’s trying to do to Morgan, she realizes. As the two walk through the massive mansion to get to the den, Morgan’s mind is already making connections that will prove valuable during the mission. Roderick seems to only be able to function sexually if he thinks the person he’s raping is a boy, even if they’re dressed as and altered to appear as a girl. This could prove valuable to exploit at some point in the future – a lever she can use to her benefit.

  Still, it’s just one tenuous lever against a boatload of unknowns that are still out there.

  It takes several minutes, as Raina moves very slowly. She must have just been used. Morgan inwardly sighs as she knows her turn is coming for that as well. Just because she’s expecting it, that won’t make it any easier for her. Eventually, Raina opens the door and Roderick awaits, along with another male guest.

  “And there’s my newest acquisition now,” Roderick says to the other man. “A pharmaceutical magnate’s bastard son. Probably never even knew his father, and now that strained, tenuous connection has left him in my hands.”

  “Intriguing,” the other man says as he sips his brandy. “How much did he set you back?”

  “400,000. Quite the bargain! He gives great head,” Roderick says, smiling, before sipping at his own drink.

  “I might have to try him out for myself,” the man says, appearing very intrigued. “It’s a pity about the hair. It’s going to take forever for it to grow out to a good level to pull.”

  “Shame, that. If only all these faggots could be compelled to wear their hair long for when we come along and take them into their rightful roles as simpering fucktoys,” Roderick says as he finishes his drink. “Would you care to partake, Simon?”

  Simon, huh? Morgan thinks as she continues to project the image of someone who isn’t quite broken enough to no longer despair over her situation. He’ll have to go on the list.

  “I believe I shall. I’ll take the head, and you can take the tail?” Simon says as he walks over to Morgan. He unzips his pants and pulls her forward and down toward his erect penis. It’s slightly thinner than Roderick’s, but it’s also a smidge longer and it at least smells cleaner.

  Meantime, Roderick grabs her by the hips. “Capital idea,” he says as he unzips himself. He’s already raring to go after raping Raina. Just how much stamina does this piece of shit have? “Milton? I don’t think you should go without. Kneel and py with the other faggot’s little clitty like a good little boy. Suck on it if you want.”

  Oh, hell, Morgan realizes. It’s going to be a miracle if she can maintain anything resembling a coherent thought.

  “Yes, Sir,” Raina says as she gets down on her knees and maneuvers her head – specifically her mouth – to take Morgan’s former manhood into it.

  At the same time, Simon pokes his penis at Morgan’s mouth. Reflexively, she opens it and takes him into it.

  And just a moment ter, Morgan feels a rge invader poking against her ass. She rexes slightly as she was taught, allowing him easier entry into her. He forces his way in anyway, though, and for fuck’s sake does it hurt, but it also feels mind-blowing, having cocks in both ends while her own is being pyed with as well.

  All she can do is try to enjoy the spitroast. There’s not much else worth thinking about right now.

  --={@~~~@}=--

  (1917)

  Both men manage to use Morgan for a solid half hour, and on the one hand, she feels degraded and used. On the other hand, she feels degraded and used and fulfilled, at least for a short time. She is allowed to colpse on the floor as her sore ass is now starting to bleed.

  Raina is made to clean it up, thankfully with a towel and not her tongue. The bastard has some tiny shred of standards, it appears.

  “You were right, he does give a fantastic blowjob,” Simon says as he pours himself another drink. “Far better than your Milton.”

  Morgan would disagree. There might not have been much left to work with, but Raina did amazing with the one she was giving under the circumstances.

  “Yes… his seller did say he was conditioned to be used for sex as if he were almost willing… almost, anyway,” Roderick says. “It’s not as much fun if they’re always willing to give; sometimes you have to be able to take when they would rather you not.”

  “Oh, absolutely,” Simon says as he polishes off the drink. “I hate to fuck your new toy and run, but there is a flight departing in an hour and I need to be on it. Are you sure I can’t at least talk you out of your Milton?”

  “Sadly, no,” Roderick says. “He has to train Morgan in everything I like and expect, and then… well, sex isn’t the only thing they’re good for. They’re also good to practice ways to kill on.”

  Crap, Morgan realizes. I’m on a clock. I have no idea how long she has before he decides to kill her. I need to be able to act quickly! It won’t be tonight, though, as her hands are still tied behind her back. And she’s so sore she probably wouldn’t be able to walk anyway. Not unassisted.

  “Take him to your room and clean him up,” Roderick says to Raina. “I expect him to be well rested and for you to begin training him at 6:00.”

  Raina nods. “Yes, Sir.” She lifts Morgan up and helps support her as the two walk out of the den and slowly make their way over to what Roderick affectionately calls the sve quarters. It’s one part the room of a teenage girl who is in her hyperfemme stage, one part prison cell, and the people he uses are broken enough to jail themselves. At least there’s a shower. It’s public, but this wouldn’t be the first time for her.

  Morgan stands in the shower as Raina turns it on for her – after all this, her arms are still bound. She’s starting to wonder if her arms will ever be freed at this rate. “It’d be so much easier if I could wash myself…” she says as the warm water hits her aching body.

  “Allow me…” Raina says as she strips and steps into the shower as well. Her body looks amazing despite the malnutrition, scarring and surgeries she’s endured. She grabs a pouf and a bottle of body wash, and she gently starts washing Morgan’s body, starting with her shoulders and chest.

  Fuck me, Morgan thinks. If she got proper bottom surgery and went down on the impnt size, she’d look great. I’d definitely fuck her… damn it, Morgan, right now you’re so sexed up you’d fuck anything right now. It’s probably the drugs. That fucker probably has me on something to make my libido go into overdrive. “Oh…” Her reverie is interrupted as Raina reaches her breasts. “That feels good…” The combination of the warm water, the slickness of the soap, and Raina’s gentle touch is sending her back into overdrive.

  “I’m sorry…” Raina says. “He has us drugged with aphrodisiacs on a constant basis… I can’t get a moment’s rest to focus on anything other than being fucked most of the time… may I?”

  Morgan nods slowly. If it wasn’t for the aphrodisiac, she’d still let this girl have her way with her right now, it just feels too good. Her libido is revved up to the point where she’d probably cum if the wind shifted the right way.

  Raina rinses off Morgan’s chest and then leans down slightly and takes one of the girl’s nipples into her mouth and Holy shit that feels fucking incredible! Morgan thinks as, again, the sensations are too much for her rational mind to process and she starts to give in to her body’s impulses. Tits are so good on the receiving end of having them, oh my God…

  Raina continues this for a few minutes before lifting her head up and giving Morgan a firm hug as she kisses her passionately, their tongues finding one another before they break off the kiss.

  “Help me down…” Morgan says. She wants to return the favor from earlier. While Roderick and Simon both ravaged her, Raina was gentle with her atrophied former manhood, and that’s the part she remembers most from the experience.

  “I couldn’t ask…” Raina says.

  “Please,” Morgan says. “You deserve to feel good too. We both deserve some respite from our common hell.”

  Raina relents and helps Morgan down to her knees.

  Morgan responds by taking Raina’s dick in her mouth. It’s tiny compared to the ones on the men, but it’s got a much more pleasant taste and texture to it. It’s much softer, just like Raina herself. She focuses less on working up and down the shaft as if it were a man’s dick, instead mostly working with her tongue and focusing on the head.

  “Oh… Morgan…” Raina says as she starts to lose herself to the pleasure now.

  Morgan lets off of Raina’s penis for a moment and licks gently at her empty scrotum, in essence eating out the girl as well as she can with the parts that are there, and Raina’s knees buckle for a second. Apparently, no one’s ever tried that with her before. “Ohhhh… fuck me… fuck me, Morgan…”

  That’s what she does, continuing to use her tongue in myriad, amazing ways for the next twenty minutes as Raina is wracked with wave after wave of pleasure, building up inside her like a crescendo and blowing the poor girl’s mind again and again until they’re both sated enough to think clearly for a few moments.

  “I’ve never had someone treat me like that, thank you…” Raina says as she looks Morgan in the eyes. She has such pretty, yet sad green eyes. Anyone would be sad, forced to remain in captivity like she is, like they are, with a very uncaring master. She finishes cleaning Morgan off, careful to avoid any overly erogenous areas, lest the cavalcade of fucks resume.

  It is all Morgan can do to remain silent and not reveal the pn. One, she still isn’t entirely convinced Raina won’t narc on her pn to Roderick out of some twisted sense of loyalty.

  Two, she doesn’t want to give the girl false hope.

  --={@~~~@}=--

  [15 february 2024]=-=[thursday]=-=(0558)

  Morgan and Raina are in the kitchen together, trying to work on breakfast for Roderick. Morgan’s arms are finally free from being bound across her back, and now it’s like she has to relearn how to use them after being tied up for several days. At the very least, Roderick’s dietary preferences are very juvenile, to say the least.

  The two are preparing a sugary kid’s cereal and eggs and bacon for him. It feels to the girls like preparing something for someone half their age – not over twice it.

  As for them, they just get a small sad and a cup of soup each. It’s enough to keep them alive, but not really nourished. It’s not like he really intends to keep either of them around for long enough for that to become an issue.

  It also means less to cleanse out when it comes time to use them ter.

  “This guy has more money than God, and he spends it on… ugh. I don’t think I’ve eaten this type of stuff since I was six,” Morgan says.

  “Be careful not to let him hear you say that. Sir is really defensive when it comes to his dietary choices,” Raina warns.

  “Yeah, but… what’s lunch? Dino nuggies and crinkle fries?” Morgan snickers as she works. She is wearing a simir “uniform” to Raina, leaving next to nothing to the imagination. She’s also still wearing the rope harness underneath that, as a signal of domination – that he owns her.

  Raina is a little taken aback and worried about Morgan casually making such snide remarks. She used to do that too. That’s how she got her first non-surgical scar, a small mark on the front of her throat that’s faded by now to nearly be invisible. He held a box cutter against her throat until he drew blood, and she apologized… and let him fuck her in the ass.

  Morgan has to admit, however, that Roderick’s diet is genius in a way. He doesn’t need much in the way of utensils, and none of the prep work requires sharp implements. That drastically limits the number of potential weapons that could end up being handy. The “uniform,” for ck of a better term, is also impossible to hide anything in both due to its size and its tightness.

  She knows Roderick has to have security, but so far, she’s seen none of them. Perhaps they’re all stationed outside, around the estate. It makes some sense. You beat down the girls enough with physical abuse and random sexual attacks, and they end up building their own walls. You batter their psyches by reminding them of what they once were and can no longer be, while refusing to let them find refuge in the identities you’re forcing on them, while maniputing their urges with constant uses of aphrodisiacs, and they lose the will to fight back. They imprison themselves and you don’t need to do much to keep it that way.

  That’s going to leave her with having to use her bare hands to do the job – or to shut off her GPS tracker, which will immediately send in Kelly’s PMCs who are no doubt waiting nearby, just outside of the compound. Neither option is a good one at the moment, especially if she wants to get Raina out.

  --={@~~~@}=--

  (0607)

  Kelly and Danni wait in the back of a van nearby. The two took a flight out after Roderick’s departure. They’re joined by several heavily armed PMCs. The two are silently relieved that Roderick’s base of operations isn’t on a private isnd somewhere. Instead, it’s in an impoverished Central American country where the w has a weak reach – even weaker when his bribes are considered. Of course, money greasing the wheels means that Kelly can also py the same game. A couple of million, and she not only has her PMCs with zero questions, as well as enough weaponry to start a small war, but she also has several members of the country’s actual military ready to go. They’re just waiting for a go sign.

  The GPS tag they impnted in Morgan is very sophisticated, but also very fragile. If she strikes herself hard enough in the right spot, it will break and stop transmitting. It will also break if Roderick decides to escate to physical abuse.

  Still, there are two major obstacles awaiting them. One is that Roderick has his own guards, and they outnumber what Kelly was able to muster. The other is the sheer size of the compound. If they go in guns bzing, Roderick may decide to eliminate Morgan before she can safely be extracted.

  But it could also be the perfect distraction to allow her to complete her mission.

  --={@~~~@}=--

  (0639)

  “Now, just remember, Sir doesn’t like it when you make eye contact with him unless you’re begging him for sex,” Raina says as she and Morgan take Roderick’s breakfast to the study.

  Morgan just shudders as she carries the pte with the bacon and eggs. She’s silently wishing for Roderick to have a coronary or something. She has noticed a fw in his security, though – cleaning chemicals are kept near the food preparation area. A lot of them can cause a person to become sick or even die if ingested. Therefore, her pn shifts. She’s going to poison him. The initial confusion should leave him unable to immediately figure out which of the two did the deed, long enough for her to finish the job if the poison doesn’t. She’s not going to be able to do it immediately, though. She needs to build enough trust to be allowed to prepare a meal without Raina watching her.

  She’s already out of the arm bindings, though, so that’s a small victory.

  The two walk up with Roderick’s food, and he takes the bowl, then the pte, then the coffee. “Leave. I’ll py with you both ter,” he says, grumbling. “Go clean something. Fuck each other. I don’t care.” He’s obviously a completely different person without his coffee.

  “Yes, Sir,” both say nearly in unison as they walk away. So, he’s one of those that can’t function without a dose of caffeine in the morning. Morgan watched the coffee be made too; extra strong, with two espresso shots. It’s something else that she can exploit. It could make for the easiest vector for the poison. Despite being slowly revved up by the aphrodisiacs in her system, she’s trying to keep her wits about her despite it, so she can find things to exploit. She’s thinking like a soldier in the captivity of a hostile enemy, which is what she is right now.

  “...I really don’t want to think about fucking right now,” Raina says softly as the two leave earshot of Roderick. “We probably have thirty minutes of peace and quiet before he’s revved up to his usual charming self.”

  “I guess we clean?” Morgan offers. She’s had a month’s worth of sex just in the st couple of days. “I mean, it’s not like we can watch TV or anything…”

  Raina shakes her head. “No, the only TV is in his private room,” she says. “He expects us to continually tidy the pce unless he gets the urge to use us, or has one of his rich friends over to do it…”

  “I’m guessing a phone is out of the question too,” Morgan says, sounding forlorn.

  “Afraid so,” Raina says as they reach the kitchen. “I’ve seen him on a satellite phone, but he keeps it in a safe that only he can open. There’s no way to signal for help, no escape… none except death. I’ll be free soon…” She starts to cry a little.

  Morgan hugs the other girl. She wants to reassure her that she’s going to save her, that she has a pn, that there’s hope – but she can’t. And Raina’s scent is already making her libido spike due to the drugs in her system. There’s no time for that right now either, so she releases the hug after a moment. “I’m so sorry,” she says with a sigh. “I guess we clean then…”

  “Yeah, we did leave things a little bit of a mess in here…” Raina says as she bends down – at the waist, as she’s not allowed to do it any other way – and looks around in the cleaning supplies. She puts them up on the counter as she searches for the one she needs. There’s a lot of stuff there that seems overkill for a typical household kitchen. Some of the usuals are there; bleach, floor cleaner, ammonia, oven cleaner, drain clog remover. But there’s also things like paint thinner and exterminator-grade bug spray, as well as rat poison.

  The drain clog remover seems like the ticket for Morgan. She can mix some of that in the coffee and before he knows it, he’ll be too busy puking up his guts to notice as she snaps his neck. It’s as good an idea as any. But again, she needs to be left to do the deed alone. Either she needs to be trusted enough to be able to prepare one of Roderick’s meals alone, or… she hates this idea, but she could poison Raina just enough to make her too sick to help her out. It might have to be the way to go, especially since the only way she’ll likely achieve the former is with Raina’s death. But poisoning Raina carries its own risks as well – if something happens to her, Roderick may suspect he is next, and the jig will really be up if he insists on her tasting his food before he’ll eat it. And she risks overdoing it and killing her anyway; a fate she is trying desperately to avoid.

  There will be a lot of moving pieces, all in motion simultaneously, but at least a pn is forming in her mind.