A Lost Life

It was around two in the afternoon when Ryan finally decided to get out of bed and stay up. He had gotten up and paced around for a while before lying back down and closing his eyes. He was worked up over the girl they had kidnapped just the other day. He had thought about even letting Emma teach her how to do a few things just so he did not have to, but he decided against it. Emma would show sympathy. That was something that he would not have.

Stepping into the shower, Ryan let out a breath he had not realized he had been holding. He needed to do something, but he kept asking himself what it was he should do. “Maybe I’ll just leave her be today until it’s time for her to eat.” Thinking about it, he decided not to. He wanted her to anticipate him coming in. He could even play with her a bit. Knock on the door to give her a scare then walk off. She would never be able to guess. He chuckled. “No, I’ll just go in to see her in an hour or so. She’s probably lonely.”

Memories of the night before flooded his mind. Her eyes were such a bright blue and were frightened, so very frightened like hers was that night. He had a quick flashback and once it was done, he turned the shower off and stepped out. He dried himself off quietly. Looking at his reflection in the mirror, he frowned. He kept asking himself why this time had to be so hard, so different. “Perhaps I should just have Brad kill her then I’ll be rid of these damn thoughts.”

Ryan dressed then went to the kitchen and fixed himself one slice of toast. He ate it slowly trying to figure out how he should progress today with Kylie’s training. After the treatment she was to receive, she would behave and do whatever Ryan asked her to. Of course, Ryan never really asked, he commanded. He owned her now. He would do as he liked, and she would not have any say. If she complained or hesitated, punishment would come.

He decided to go downstairs to check on Emma. Today was the day her photos were to be taken. He had decided to let Jason take her, and he agreed. The two would be leaving soon to make it to St. Paul in time. Ryan needed to make sure that Emma understood what she would be expected to do. He never had any problems with her. In fact, any time he told her to do something, she did it automatically. She was not scared of him that much and he knew that. He preferred it that way. She had just realized that there was nothing she could do about her situation and that behaving would be to her best interest.

Walking over to the cell that Emma was kept in, Ryan unlocked it and stepped inside. He smiled at her. “Hey sweetheart.”

Emma smiled back and greeted him as well. “Hi.”

“You understand what is happening today, correct?”

She nodded in the affirmative. “Yes, I do. Jason had said something about making a video. I don’t have to do that do I?”

“No. Just the pictures are fine. I want you to do what you’re told to though. Don’t ask questions unless you don’t understand what is asked. I’m sure you know that it’s better to get it right the first time. If I find out that you misbehaved at all, you’ll be caned when you get back. Is that clear?”

“Yes.” Emma looked up at the ceiling, her head leaning against the wall, and sighed. “How long do you think it will take?”

“Three hours at the most,” Ryan answered. “They’ll do a little makeup and go through a wardrobe for you. In most of the pictures you’ll be nude, but you probably guessed that already. All you have to remember to do is smile.”

“A stupid one.”

Laughing, Ryan shook his head. “Just try for me alright? I have enough to deal with at the moment, and you smiling always makes me better.”

“How is that?”

“You have a lovely smile.”

Emma sat back up and looked at the man before her. “It’s not that nice. Do you want me smiling showing teeth or none?”

“A few of both. Surprise me.”

“Okay…” She paused for a moment before asking a question. “What is the new girl like? What’s her name? How old is she? Is she pretty? Is she doing well?”

Ryan stood in thought. “Lots of questions. She’s interesting, her name is Kylie, she’s fifteen, yes, she’s pretty and no she’s not doing so well.”

“She’s fifteen?”

“I know she’s young, but the younger the better.”

“Men pay more money the younger the girl is.” Emma frowned. “Pedophiles…”

“Don’t talk that way during business hours.”

“Sorry, but even you know it’s true. I don’t even see why you do this. You don’t like young girls anyway.”

“Why do you think I do it?” Ryan asked her.

Shaking her head, she replied, “It’s for the money.”

“Exactly.” Ryan began to walk back out of the cell when he told her that she would be leaving soon. “Remember, everything will be reported back to me so be good.”

“I will.”

Making his way to Jason, he saw Chastity grabbing her stomach. He went over and asked if she was okay. She said that she was just bruised and that she wanted to see Greg. Ryan let her out and helped her over to Greg’s office, and she went inside. After that, he talked to Jason.

“I talked to Emma already, so she should behave for you. Let her ask questions if she doesn’t understand something. I want the pictures to turn out good.”

Jason agreed. “I’m sure she’ll be fine. You going to go check on the other one?”

“In a little while. I’ll let her rest a bit longer.”

“What time did you get home?”

“Around two this morning,” Ryan answered. “I had a few things to do before I went to the club anyway.”

“Ah.”

Making his way to the stairs, Ryan said, “I’m going to go out to the dock for a while. I need some fresh air.”

Jason got Emma into the car and he took off for St. Paul. When they got to the photo studio, he helped her out and took her inside the back way since the studio was still open for a few more minutes. Once inside, he had Emma sit down in a chair outside an office, and he cuffed her left arm to it. “I’ll be right back.”

Nodding, she watched Jason as he went into the office then slouched a bit in the chair. She was really nervous and just wanted to get the whole ordeal over with. It would be embarrassing enough actually posing nude in front of a camera knowing that other people would look at them to see if they wanted her or not. “How does Ryan expect me to smile?” she asked herself quietly. “I don’t feel like getting caned though. Last time…” she shook her head remembering the time she had got into a fight with Mallory, one of the other girls. Both of them were caned hard on the back of their legs. It was probably the worst punishment they could give them besides completely humiliating them in front of others.

Not too long ago, Ryan was asked by a friend if Emma could give him a private performance on camera. He said it was fine and brought her out telling her what she was to do. Basically anything the man said to do and not to complain or she’d be hit. She nodded not really having a choice.

The man in there held a digital video camera and grinned when he saw her walk in. He filmed her stripping for him and then her pleasuring herself, but not with her hands. He made her pleasure herself on a horse. He also had brought a machine with him that he set up. He had her get on her hands and knees and he put part of it inside her and turned it on. By this time, Emma was angry and crying from slight pain, embarrassment and her situation altogether.

Jason came out of the office followed by the photographer. He let Emma out of the chair and they were led into a small fitting room. There were a few outfits already set up in there for her, very skimpy ones. She put the first one on then went out of the room and sat in a chair where the lady standing there did her hair and makeup. The makeup was put on thick, like a hooker would wear. Her shoulder-length, blonde hair was done in a messy style but it was runway like.

She went to the shooting area and the wall behind her and the floor was covered with a white sheet. The first pose she was to do was to sit on her knees with them spread and her hands locked behind her back. She was to sit up straight with her chest out and smile excitedly. She figured that meant a full smile, so she showed her teeth on that one. The photographer was pleased and said that instead of being a stripper, she should be a pornographic model. Her hazel eyes closed for a moment when he said that, but snapped back open when Jason ordered her to not wanting to anger him.

She was next changed into a lace bra and a red sheer g-string. Her make up and hair were redone and she was moved back onto the sheet in front of the camera. This time a small bed was in place. She was told to sit on it with her feet on the frame and knees as wide as she could get them. Her fingers were to rub around the clitoris and she was to act as in a deadly sexual trance. Her smiled reappeared but she let it be a half one as she let her head fall back in what she hoped looked like she was in bliss.

It would be two more hours before she was finished.

Back at the house, Ryan decided that he would go ahead and visit Kylie. He walked back inside and let himself into the guest room. He turned the light on and once again he saw her blink, adjusting her eyes to the brightness. She did not look up from the concrete floor, so he ordered her to. She did so slowly, but did not make eye contact with him. He ordered her once again and this time her eyes went to his. He saw the fear and hate there and strangely enough, it almost started to turn him on, but he yelled at himself in his head saying that he shouldn’t get hard over something like watching a girl being all caged up. If it was a true bdsm relationship then of course it would be alright, but this was far from that.

He made his way over to her. “When I’m with you, you will always look me in the eyes unless I tell you otherwise. Do you understand?” Kylie nodded and the cage she was in was kicked. “Speak.”

“I understand.”

“Do you want to be whipped because if you do, just tell me, and I’ll do it.”

She shook her head feverishly. “Please don’t.”

“Then answer correctly. Do you understand?”

“Yes sir,” she replied realizing that she had forgotten it in her nervousness.

Ryan was pleased, so he continued. “If you behave, I can make your accommodation much better here. It all depends on you though. You choose what happens to you. It is all your decision, so I hope you make the right ones. I don’t want to be harsh with you or hurt you. I need you to understand that and trust me,” He was pacing in front of the cage until he stopped and looked straight at her. “The only way we’re going to get through this and for you to live through this, is for you to completely give yourself over to me and to do that, you have to trust me. So you don’t trust me right now. That’s fine and to be expected. I’ll have to earn your trust. So how can I do that? I need to take care of you, but of course, that can only be done if you cooperate.” Walking up to the cage he said, “I’m going to release the latch now so you can get out. Stay on your hands and knees and keep looking at me.” He opened the door of the cage and Kylie crawled out doing what she was told.

“Good girl,” he congratulated her. “Another rule, there is to be no talking unless I directly tell you to speak such as asking you a question. Can you follow that rule?”

Her eyes dropped but she quickly brought them back up to look in his before answering. “Yes sir.”

“Excellent.” Ryan knelt down next to her before he started talking again. “I’m going to have you do something for me, and if you do it, I’ll make sure you get to eat once we’re finished, okay?”

“Yes sir,” was once again her answer. She was getting tired of repeating the same thing, but she was also starving from being denied food for two days. She did not want to chance going another day or perhaps longer without food by not answering correctly and angering him. She also did not want him to rape her again like he did the evening before. She was still sore from it and she had bruises between her thighs and near her pelvic region. Yes, she would be good.

“Then here is what I want you to do. I want you to lean your body against mine and then kiss me open mouthed. If you haven’t been the one in charge before in an open mouthed kiss, it’s quite simple. I can walk you through it, but basically you just need to remember to stroke the underneath of your partner’s tongue with the tip of your own. When it’s done the opposite way, you can still be in control, but use your tongue against the roof of your partner’s mouth while they massage the underneath of your tongue. Does that sound easy enough?”

Kylie bit her lip softly before whispering, “I’m scared.”

“Can you try it for me at least? If you at least try, you’ll get to eat and I won’t have to punish you,” Ryan told her gently.

Deciding to try, Kylie nodded. “Yes sir, I’ll try.” Her voice was extremely quiet, but in the silent room, he could hear her perfectly.

“Good girl. Now what do you do first?”

She crawled the two feet that was between her and him and then shyly moved her body towards his. “I’m sorry for speaking, but I don’t know how to do it…” A tear fell from her eye believing that she messed up because she talked but he just shook his head and stroked her hair.

“It’s okay. If you don’t understand what I tell you to do, let me know. I’ll give you permission to do that. Anything else and you’ll be whipped. You seem to be doing well today, and that pleases me.” Taking her arms into his hands, he brought her up to her knees. She was still quite short compared to him. “All you need to do is put your hands on the ground near my thighs to where your chest is close enough to where it could touch mine. After that, just put your mouth on top of mine, run your tongue across my bottom lip. When that’s done, it’s considered asking for permission to enter. It’s easy from there. Just do the best you can, don’t worry about doing it wrong right now. We can fix that.”

She nodded as she moved forward and did what he said to do. She tried to keep eye contact with him but she couldn’t because of feeling so ashamed of herself and what she was doing. Ryan grabbed her chin and tilted her head back up. “You’re doing fine. Continue.”

She did. Within the next few seconds, her mouth had come into contact with his and she asked for permission to enter his mouth. He opened and let her tongue slip in. She did her best to use the tip of her tongue underneath his, but was not doing so well. She felt his tongue push against hers and suddenly hers was on top. With him dragging his tongue across the bottom of her own, hers was pushed up to the roof of his mouth, so she started rubbing her tongue against it as well. This was easier for her. The breath was being taken out of her though and she tried pulling back, but Ryan held her still with a glare. He eventually let go and she took in gulps of air. “Breathe through your nose so that doesn’t happen. It’ll be the same when you learn how to give a bj.”

Staring at him in confusion, Kylie was not sure what a bj was. She had heard the term before, but never thought about asking what it meant.

“A bj is a blowjob. If you don’t know what that is, it’s a type of oral sex in which the man’s organ is inserted into a mouth and the person whose mouth it’s been inserted into tries to bring the other to orgasm.” He tried to explain it in terms he hoped she would understand. He would teach her the language she would be using when referring to sexual activities or parts later on.

She nodded praying that he would never make her do that, but she knew that was one prayer that would not be answered. He would have her do it eventually with the way he talked. He made sure it came clear to her when he said, ‘...when you learn how to give a bj.’

Ryan let Kylie back off of him then stood up. “If you need to use the bathroom, do so while I’m gone. That’s what that yellow bucket is for. I’ll be back in five minutes with your food. You have until then unless you’d rather me watch.”

After he left, Kylie’s eyes were wide and wet. Her mouth hung partially open in shock, but she also really needed to go. She had held it well since she was taken. She stood and cautiously and nervously lowered herself over the bucket. It took her about a couple of minutes before anything came out, but it eventually did. She was given nothing to even wipe with and she cried leaning against one of the walls and curling into herself. She had no idea that that would be one of the least of her degradations for when Ryan came back with her food, she almost threw up in disgust.

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A/N: I know...messed up chapter but the next one is more so. It's planned just not written yet. I do hope you enjoyed this one though. A new chapter of To Become will hopefully be up soon. Don't forget to R&R!