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Song of the Clarinet ch 2 [Mf, nc, bdsm]
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VIOLENCE, NON-CONSENTUAL SEX, RAPE, TORTURE,
BONDAGE / DOMINATION
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Note 1 Dedications
Thanks to all those who wrote and posted on the
alt.sex.stories newsgroup. In addition, this
story is very much a product of the inspiration
from the GOR novels by John Norman
Note 2 Copyrights
The story below is copyright by the author. You
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line, the title, and the notes. All
similarities between the contents of the text
and real life people are coincidental. The
author in no ways condones the contents of the
text - such things are illegal and would get you
in serious trouble if you attempt it - SO DON'T.
Note 3 Abbreviated Foreward
The story is set in the near future. It is
about an innocent young woman being abducted and
abused. Some portions of the story are
extremely brutal and sadistic. The story starts
slow so if you are looking for instant
gratification, this may not be for you.
Song of the Clarinet
by Aquilifer
Chapter 2 The Exit
"Eat!" Horoun commanded.
Cristy's face was thrust down, into the
wooden trough filled with moist gruel. The hand
of one of her keepers was in her hair. Cristy
opened her mouth. Desperately, with her teeth,
lips, and tongue, she tried to get as much gruel
into her mouth as she could. Suddenly, her head
was pulled up and painfully held back by her
hair. Cristy swallowed what she had in her
mouth. The stuff was tasteless, flat, but she
swallowed it nonetheless.
The keeper laughed and let go of her.
Cristy sighed in relief, a droplet of tear
sliding down from the corner of her eye. She
pulled a little, feeling the manacles that
locked her wrists behind her back. Her knees
felt cold kneeling on the floor. Cristy
shivered as she felt the cold metal of a goad
touching her bared back. Obediently, she bends
forward again to feed from the trough like an
animal.
It has been nearly a month after Cristy
was abducted, raped, and started living in a
steel cage like an animal. Two days after they
had surgically altered her and addicted her to
the drug memnoc, Cristy was started on her
training as a slave. The lessons were varied,
ranging from learning domestic skills such as
cleaning, laundering, and cooking, to cosmetic
skills such as make-up, perfume and ornaments,
to degrading slave training where she was often
beaten and abused.
Two keepers are responsible for training
Cristy as a slave. Whenever Cristy dared to
display the slightest sign of disobedience or
disrespect, she was beaten with the goads. The
goads are long flexible metal rods that activate
the pain inducers embedded in her nerve centers.
A beating with the goad is excruciating yet
would never mark her. After a few beatings,
Cristy learned to avoid annoying the keepers.
They used the goads on her even for the
slightest provocation.
Beyond the training from the keepers,
Cristy was instructed in ballet, modern dancing,
and playing the clarinet. Cristy had learned to
play the clarinet in her childhood from her
father. Her clarinet instructor is a congenial
German named Theobald Boehm. After a few
sessions, Cristy made the mistake of trying to
ask Theobald to help her escape, not realizing
that hidden cameras are everywhere. Before she
could finish her sentence, the keepers entered
the room and dragged Cristy out. Cristy was
then confronted with a recording of her
conversation then severely beaten. Cristy never
saw Theobald again - he was replaced by another.
Cristy was bathed twice a day - once in
the morning and once before she was put back in
her cage for the night. The keepers, being
eunuchs, are responsible for bathing her. The
keepers' idea of a thorough cleaning includes a
humiliating enema and vicious scrubbing and
perfuming of her nether regions. Cristy had no
choice but to let the keepers do with her body
as they please - her attempts at modesty and
privacy only earn her more beatings with the
goad.
During the night Cristy was secured in her
cage, with her wrists and ankles in chains,
before she was left alone. More often than not,
Cristy would cry herself to sleep. Sometimes
she prayed for deliverance, and sometimes she
would try to think of ways to escape. She had
tried to escape several times, but each time her
attempt failed and she was beaten for it. The
hopelessness of her situation makes her wet her
pillow with tears. Even as she slept, her
captivity haunts her - as she oft dreamed of her
terrifying rape and she would cry in her sleep.
"How is my little slave doing?" Donatien
asked.
"Excellent, sir. She has reached her peak
physical condition. The dancing lessons have
done wonders, and her training proceeds apace."
Horoun answered.
"That is good. Tell her keepers to send
her to me tomorrow night. Make sure she's
perfumed and prettied up. And I wish her to
stay with me from now on."
"Of course, sir."
Cristy was soon informed of her impending
meeting with her master and that she will soon
start to sleep with her master. Cristy panicked
at the news. She was hysterical with terror and
begged her keepers not to do this. Cristy was
told that her pleading was useless. Then, she
was beaten for daring to speak without
permission.
On the appointed day, Cristy was given a
thorough cleaning by her keepers with Horoun
observing. Her hair and makeup were specially
done. In the evening that day, after supper,
Cristy found herself walking down the corridor.
She was dressed in an elegant black evening
gown, with black lace bra and panty, black
stockings, and expensive black high heels. A
band of silk surrounded her neck, with a steel
ring right before her throat. The guards led
her down the corridor by a light chain connected
to the steel ring at her throat. Cristy was led
before a set of double doors she had never seen
before, then, as the guard opened the doors, she
was gestured to walk in. Trembling, her eyes
already brimming with tear, Cristy obeyed.
She found Donatien sitting at a dinner
table with a large covered plate, a bottle, and
a crystal goblet before him. Donatien was
dressed in a tuxedo. His well-built figure was
accented by the terrific fit of the tuxedo.
Donatien sipped at his wine, then smiled at
Cristy. "Come here," he called. Still
trembling, Cristy obeyed, walking until she
stood besides Donatien. "Kneel," Donatien
commanded. Cristy obeyed, kneeling besides
Donatien.
Donatien stood up, turned his chair so he
would be sitting facing Cristy as she kneeled
facing him. Cristy kneeled as she has been
taught. She sat on her ankles with her legs
apart. Her wrists were crossed at the small of
her back. Her eyes were submissively downcast.
Donatien now uncovered the plate. It contained
a bowl of fresh strawberries and a small dish of
whip cream. "Straighten your back," Donatien
commanded. Cristy complied, straighten her back
so that she no longer sat on her ankles, her
hands, however, remained behind her back and her
eyes are still downcast. Cristy shivered as she
felt Donatien touched her chin. Gently, he
lifted up her face so that she stared into his
icy blue eyes. Cristy trembled.
Feeling her tremble, Donatien smiled, "Do
you fear me, slave?"
A tears came down from the corner of
Cristy's eye and her lips quivered as she
answered, "Yes, master. Cristy fears you."
Donatien smiled. His slave girl had used
the proper form of address as well as the third
person reference to herself as she was
instructed. He picked up a strawberry and dips
it in cream. "Here," Donatien held it to
Cristy's lips. Gingerly Cristy ate from
Donatien's hand. As Cristy finished eating the
strawberry, Donatien bend down and kissed her.
First he kissed away her tears, then he kissed
her on the mouth - tasting the remaining
sweetness of the strawberry from her lips. The
kiss was gentle, almost loving, and Cristy felt
torn between emotions. As Donatien broke off
the kiss, Cristy whispered, "Please, master, may
Cristy speak?"
"Yes?" Donatien held up Cristy's face and
stared into her lovely eyes sparkling with
tears. "...please don't hurt Cristy," Cristy
begged, her body trembling. Donatien slowly
shook his head, "I would be lying if I promise
you that, my beautiful slave. But I will
promise that I will only beat you once a week if
you behave yourself. Agreed?"
Intelligent, Cristy knows that she has no
choice in the matter. The man before her would
beat her whenever he wishes. Thinking of the
torturous times before her, tears renewed its
flow from her eyes, and she gently nodded to her
master, "Y-yes, master."
Donatien took his crystal goblet, poured
some champagne into it, then touched it to
Cristy's lips. She drank from the goblet in
small sips - it tasted expensive. Donatien then
stood up and grabbed the chain at Cristy's
throat. Cristy thought to stand up and follow
Donatien but Donatien pushed her down, "Crawl,
slave." Silently, still frightened, Cristy
obeyed. She crawled behind Donatien, feeling
her legs, sheathed in smooth stocking, sliding
across the polished marble floor. Through a
locked double door and a small corridor Cristy
crawled. Eventually, they passed through an
arched doorway into a large chamber. Donatien
turned around and smiled, "Welcome to my
dungeon, my slave."
Cristy was shocked by what she saw.
Besides a large king-sized bed, there were
wooden stocks, racks, and other furnishings in
the chamber, all designed to imprison the human
body. Instruments of pain, including whips,
rods, scourges, and many others decorate the
walls. She grew terrified, and resisted when
Donatien try to pull her into the chamber. Her
hands clutched at the chain at her throat, "P-
please, master," she cried.
Grabbing her hand, Donatien dragged Cristy
into the room. "Now, strip!" he barked at her.
When she hesitated, he slapped her. She fell to
the floor, sobbing, realizing that the nightmare
was repeating itself, yet there was nothing she
could do. She kicked off her shoes and began to
undress.
When she was completely naked, Donatien
grabbed her wrist and dragged her until she
stood between two marble columns. Attached to
the columns were sets of chains and manacles.
Realizing what her master intended, Cristy grew
hysterical with terror, desperately she
struggled, trying to pull away as Donatien
attempt to lock the manacles about her wrists.
She scratched Donatien and tried to kick him in
the groin. Her nails drew blood on the side of
Donatien's face but he easily avoided her kick.
Grabbing Cristy's wrist tight, he swings her
into the column, knocking the air out of her.
Donatien then closed one manacle about Cristy's
left wrist and before Cristy could kick out
again, he grabbed her left ankle and closed
another manacle around it.
With Cristy's left wrist and left ankle
chained, the right wrists and ankle prove to be
less trouble. Within another minute, Cristy was
chained between the marble columns. Cristy
struggled in despair against her chains, but her
efforts were futile. Meanwhile, Donatien,
wiping the blood from his face, walked to a
console on the wall and pressed a button,
activating an electrical motor. As the
electrical motor turned, it draws in the chains
on Cristy's wrists and ankles. Cristy sobbed as
she struggled against the chains that gradually
stretched her naked body taut between the two
marble columns, her arms and legs spread apart.
Donatien turned off the electrical motor
and walked before Cristy, putting a finger
beneath her chin and lift up her tear-streaked
face. "L-let me go," Cristy sobbed, "p-please
let me go..." Donatien gazed upon the young
woman's face, admiring her lovely, wholesome,
and innocent beauty. Her eyes are large and
dark brown, shiny with tears. Her scarlet lips
sensuous and begging to be kissed. Donatien
looked at his hand. His fingers are stained
with his own blood. He stared into Cristy's
eyes and whispered, smiling, "I am going to get
someone to take a look at this scratch. See you
soon." Gently, he then kissed the crying young
woman on her lips and left.
When Donatien returned, he was clad
entirely in black, with a black silk shirt and
loose black silk pants. He walked before the
naked Cristy and smiled. Cristy looked up, her
eyes still brimming with tears, "P-please,
please, don't hurt me," she sobbed. Wordlessly,
Donatien suddenly grabbed hold of Cristy's
crotch. Cristy felt his fingers probing her
nether lips, she trembled, "N-no, p-please," she
sobbed. Then his fingers were into her, playing
with her clitoris. As Donatien moved his
fingers in and out of her, Cristy felt blood
flushed up to the surface of her skin and she
felt strangely aroused. She was both terrified
and excited. Then, Donatien began to move his
hand more violently. He alternated between
lightly feeling about her nether region to
shoving more and more fingers into her.
Involuntarily, Cristy's body swayed
between the marble columns, feeling both pain
and pleasure. She pulled on her bonds,
squirming to dislodge the moving hand at her
loin. She cried, "P-please. Please stop," but
Donatien continued fingering her. Shamefully,
she sensed a growing wetness in her loin and
felt herself burning with heat. Then, suddenly,
Donatien stopped, leaving Cristy hanging over
the precipice, she tried to squeeze her legs
close, but the manacles held her tight.
Donatien lifted up his hand before
Cristy's eyes. Cristy saw that the hand
glistened with wetness and was ashamed. She
turned her head aside with her eyes closed,
sobbing. Donatien used his dry hand to turn her
head around, "Open your eyes! Open them!" he
barked at the young woman. Cristy opened her
eyes, frightened. Donatien placed his
glistening fingers before Cristy's mouth, "Now,
little slut, lick and suck my fingers clean of
your own juice." Despite her fear, Cristy
closed her mouth tightly, shaking her head in
revulsion. Without warning, Donatien began
beating Cristy. He slapped her several times
then punched her in the stomach. Cristy
screamed and the chains rattled from the blows.
Several more slaps broke Cristy's lower lip and
blood trickled from the corner of mouth down to
her chin. Sobbing, Cristy finally gave in. "P-
please, p-please don't hurt me anymore..." she
sobbed, "I'll do anything you want..."
Donatien once again placed his glistening
fingers before Cristy. Closing her eyes, tears
streaking down her cheeks, Cristy extended her
small pink tongue and licked the moisture on
Donatien's fingers. Bending her head forward,
the young woman then sucked gently on Donatien's
fingers. Donatien was finally satisfied and
withdrew his hand, the young woman sobbed in
shame and coughed in nausea. When Cristy lift
up her head again, she found Donatien standing
before her with a thin flexible plastic rod.
"N-no," Cristy begged, her tone nearly
hysterical, "I beg you, master, don't hurt me.
Please, master, Cristy begs you not to hurt her
anymore." Donatien shook his head, still
smiling. He pointed to the bandaged scratches
on his cheek, "But my little slave, you have yet
to be punished for this. Perhaps with a good
beating you will finally learn how to be
obedient?" Cristy cried, her tears trailing
down from her cheeks, staining her breasts and
wetting the floor, "P-p-please," she sobbed,
"I'm begging you, don't beat me anymore. P-
please..."
Donatien ignored the terrified young
woman's pleadings and flexed the tool in his
hand, "This is a synthetic sjambok, made of
extruded plastic. It will mark you with thin
welts and even draw blood. It is very painful.
But fear not, it will not permanently damage
you." Cristy jerked at her chains as Donatien
walked slowly behind her, "N-no," she cried,
jerking at the chain so hard that the manacles
cut into her wrists.
Donatien raised the sjambok and swung it
at the bared pink flesh of the young woman's
back. The young woman cried out as the sjambok
cracked against her tender flesh. The blow sent
stars across her eyes and left an ugly welt on
her back. Again the sjambok struck, this time
licking the flesh of her thigh, drawing blood.
Cristy screamed again. Gradually, the pace of
the sjambok's painful kisses became faster and
faster. Nowhere on the young woman's body was
immune to the sjambok, as Donatien struck at
Cristy's back, her buttocks, her thighs, her
calves, her shoulders, the back of her upper
arms, and paid special attention to her nether
region. Soon Cristy's body was covered with a
glistening sheen of perspiration as welts
crisscrossed her creamy skin and droplets of
blood traced across her bruised flesh to fall to
the floor. Occasionally, Donatien stopped,
walking around her, admiring the scarlet welts
and the streaks of crimson blood decorating the
exquisitely carved form of light rosy-shaded
flesh before him.
Twice, Cristy fainted, but each time she
was brought back as Donatien poured ice-cold
water down her head. Slowly, Donatien paid more
and more attention to Cristy's nether region,
planting the kisses of the sjambok right on her
clitoris. Cristy's voice was coarse from
screaming by now, but she screamed still. As
the sjambok struck her groin again and again,
she began to feel the same strange arousal she
felt earlier, despite her suffering. She moaned
and cried; her excitement mixed with agony. The
pace of the sjambok's biting kisses grew faster
and faster and Cristy jerked at her chains
desperately, screaming. She pleaded and begged
her captor, but there was no mercy for her.
Finally, she felt her own arousal reaching a
climax and her entire body shuddered explosively
before it hung limply on the chains.
Donatien stopping beating the young woman
and broke out in a throaty laugh. Cristy
shivered and gasped in pain as she felt him
running the sjambok across the open wounds and
the bleeding flesh of her labia's lips and her
clitoris. Donatien walked before Cristy
smiling, "Well, you surprised me, little slave."
Donatien lifted up the sjambok, it is stained
with blood and a white creamy fluid, "You had an
orgasm under the sjambok. Was that your first
orgasm?" Ashamed, Cristy lowered her eyes and
nodded weakly. Donatien laughed, "Ha, what a
little slut you are, to come under the whip.
You are a slut, aren't you?" When Cristy didn't
answer, Donatien grabbed her face squeezed her
cheeks painfully, "Answer me! You are a slut,
aren't you?"
"Y-yes, master," Cristy sobbed. Donatien
slapped her, "Say it! What are you?" Terrified
of a renewed beating, Cristy whispered, "I-I am
a slut, master. C-Cristy is a slut."
Satisfied, Donatien smiled, "You are my
beautiful slut." Cristy lowered her eyes,
droplets of tear on her trembling long
eyelashes; she whispered, "Yes, master, Cristy
is your slut."
Lifting up the sjambok before Cristy,
Donatien commanded, "Good. Now lick the sjambok
clean, my lovely slave slut." Terrorized beyond
her capacity to bear, Cristy obeyed, extending
her small pink tongue to lick her own blood and
moisture from the whip.
After she finished licking the sjambok,
Donatien dropped the sjambok to the floor and
said, "Now, for some pleasure..."
Cristy cried and begged uselessly as
Donatien walked behind her and lowered his
pants. Cristy shivered, scared as Donatien ran
his hands over her body. She was helpless as
she felt his hand moving downward.
The flesh of Cristy's nether region was
badly bruised from the whipping, and Donatien
could feel that her skin was slick with blood as
his fingers parted her outer labia. Cristy
squirmed in agony, the slightest touch to the
battered flesh of her genitals was like touching
raw nerves with a red hot iron. While his other
arm held the struggling Cristy in a tight grip,
Donatien guided his stiff penis to the entrance
of the young woman's vagina. Pulling
desperately on her chains, she pleaded, "No-no,
p-please," she sobbed, "it hurts! Please
don't!"
Cristy's obvious pain merely aroused
Donatien's ardor. With all of his strength, he
thrusts, raping his beautiful and helpless
captive's bruised sex, feeling his organ ramming
into her warm flesh until it could go no
further.
Cristy screamed with her coarse voice.
The agony seared through her body. She felt as
if someone is stabbing a sharp burning sword
into her. Chains rattled as her lithe delicate
form writhed violently in torment, as Donatien's
massive organ started to hammer into her again
and again. Tears flowed freely from her eyes,
now red from crying, mixing with beads of sweat.
Droplets of blood dripped afresh from where
Cristy and her master was joined, testament to
her suffering.
Again and again he thrust into her,
impaling her on his organ.
"Ah, Yes!" Donatien finally shouted as his
body shuddered in a final fierce thrust. It was
as if his body had exploded in a million
directions, releasing every bit of energy in
him. He felt his hot seeds shooting into his
beautiful captive's battered sex in massive
squirts. Breathing heavily from the exertion,
Donatien withdraws his penis reluctantly out of
Cristy.
Cristy's eyes were closed and she was
whimpering pitifully as a heavy-breathing
Donatien released the manacles on her wrists and
ankles. Freed from the chains, Cristy's limp
body fell to the blood-stained floor. Slowly,
she curled up into the fetal position, sobbing
and whimpering uncontrollably.
Gradually catching his breath, Donatien
bent down and touched the young woman's teary
face with a finger, "So, how are you feeling,
little slave?"
It was a long moment before Cristy
whimpered, her voice was tiny and barely
audible, "N-no more, please,"
Donatien shook his head, "No more? But
what of your trying kick me? You know that you
must be punished, don't you? We just cannot
have little slave girls trying to kick the
master in the groin."
Hearing this, Cristy struggled desperately
to crawl away, "N-no!" she cried in terror. Her
body was too weak from the remorseless beatings
and her brutal rape.
Before she had crawled more than a few
inches, Donatien stumped hard on her, placing
all of his considerable strength on her delicate
right ankle. Cristy screamed, feeling and
hearing the bones in her ankle snap. Then pain
inundated her senses and she fainted again.
In darkness, Cristy's mind was filled with
a jumbled mixture of impressions. She felt
gloved hands touching her, dabbing at her
painful wounds. She felt the sting of a
hydrogen peroxide sterilizing her wounds. She
cried and begged, her words incoherent, "D-don't
hurt me anymore... P-please," she sobbed. She
felt ointments being applied and bandages taped
and wrapped around her body. Then, she felt the
prick of a needle. Everything then faded away.
Cristy woke up in an opulent bedroom on a
luxurious bed and covered in silk sheet.
Donatien slept besides her, his powerfully
muscled body a sharp contrast to her delicate
female form. Donatien's strong arms wrapped
around her lithe body, his right hand cupped her
left breast while his left hand touched the dark
triangle of her pubic thatch. Her own wrists
are locked in padded handcuffs before her body.
Cristy peeked beneath the silk sheet and saw
that her right ankle is encased in a slim,
plasteel cast. Cristy moved slightly and heard
the clinking of a chain, realizing that her left
ankle is locked by a shackle, chaining her to
the bed. She was completely naked except for a
wide variety of bandages over her body.
Cristy felt sore and her body hurt all
over. She slowly unwrapped Donatien's hands
around her, careful not to wake him. She then
sat up and moved out of the sheet. Carefully,
she examined the shackle on her ankle, wondering
if she had a chance to escape.
As she started to gently tug at the chain,
Donatien's voice sounded behind her, "Don't even
think about it." Cristy turned around to see
Donatien sitting up, his icy blue eyes staring
at her. Cristy cringed back in fear, then she
realized that there would be no way she could
escape his wrath. Tearful, Cristy bite her
lower lip and lowered her eyes, whispering,
"Good morning, master."
Donatien shook his head, "Why do you keep
on trying to escape? Do you know that in the
short time you've been here, you've got the
record among all my past slaves with the most
attempts to escape?"
Silence ensued, then Cristy whispered,
"May Cristy speak freely to answer master's
question?"
Donatien nodded, "Yes."
"How could master ask Cristy that?" Cristy
sobbed, "Cristy has been abducted. In
captivity, Cristy has been raped, beaten almost
daily, humiliated, and treated like an animal.
Master has even had Cristy addicted to a drug.
Please, master, let Cristy go..." Near the end
Cristy's voice was choked with sobs.
Donatien grabbed Cristy's shoulder and
gently pulled her close. Reluctantly, Cristy
leaned toward Donatien, numb with indifference
as his hand fondled her breasts. "And where
would you go if you escape, little slave?"
Donatien whispered as he kissed Cristy, tasting
the sweetness of her lips. Donatien then turned
around and removed a notebook computer from the
drawer of the bedside night stand.
"Computer, display file: Christine
'Cristy' Gray." Donatien spoke to the computer
as he flipped it open to show Cristy the screen.
The screen came to life as it obeyed Donatien's
commands, "Voice code recognized," the computer
spoke, "File retrieved."
Donatien's finger touched the control
panel and started explaining to Cristy, "You did
not know it, but your old life had ended a while
ago. Look, here is a withdrawal form to the
university you were enrolled in. Here are
various letters from you that your friends
received, indicating that you would be leaving
school to pursue an opportunity with a certain
business that I control indirectly. Here are
the closing statements of your various debts and
assets. Your debts, including student loans and
miscellaneous bills were all paid off. Your
meager assets are consolidated into a single
account at one of my banks. Here is your
'perpetual contract' with one of my businesses,
which essentially made you a legal property of
mine in actuality if not in name. There are
video-clips of you stating and signing all the
relevant documents if you wishes to see them."
Cristy felt cold, as if her heart had been
frozen. "H-how?" she whispered, feeling the
last ray of hope fleeing from her.
Donatien smiled, "Isn't modern technology
wonderful, my little slave? Computer programs
to imitate your handwriting and signature.
Computer graphics to model your video
appearance. It really wasn't too difficult.
Oh, I forgot to tell you, my people have also
taken the liberty of modifying your criminal
records - making them slightly tarnished. So,
if it ever comes to head, the courts or the
police would never believe you. Furthermore, if
you escaped, you would be breaking your lawful
contract with my business. The police would
help us track you down as a fugitive."
Cristy cried into her hands, knowing that
Donatien spoke the truth. Her life before her
abduction had been destroyed. There would be
nowhere for her to return to.
Tears dripped down and stained the silk
sheets.
Cristy stopped playing again, tears
sliding down her cheek. To prevent the hired
instructors' suspicion, Cristy, though normally
kept nude, was allowed cloths for her ballet,
modern dance, and clarinet lessons. Now Cristy
sat opposite her aged clarinet instructor, a Mr.
Johann Denner, crying with her face in her
hands.
"Are you all right?" Johann asked.
Cristy wiped away her tears and sniffed,
"P-please, Mr. Denner, can we stop the lesson
here and just talk?"
Johann nodded understandingly, "Of course,
Cristy. What would you like to talk about?"
Cristy smiled weakly, "Mr. Denner, what
did my 'chaperons' tell you about me?"
"Well. I know that you are a distant
relative to Mr. D'Ailly, a cousin, I believe?
They mentioned that you were attending college.
They also mentioned that you have some problems
with, ah, substance abuse, and you were forced
to withdraw from you education." Johann paused,
frowning, the young woman was crying again.
Without thinking, Johann took Cristy in
his arms and hugged her, letting the young woman
bury her face in his ancient shoulder and gently
patted her on the back. "There, there," he
spoke softly to her, "That is all behind you
now. Drugs are bad, but every one of us make
mistakes, and you are lucky you have people who
cares for you. Besides, Cristy, drugs or no
drugs, you are still one of the best pupils I've
ever had in my forty-five years of teaching."
Cristy lifted up her head, tears still
glittering in her eyes. She whispered,
"Really?"
"Yes," Johann smiled at the young woman,
"You have a great deal of talent, Cristy. I
have some slight reputation in the music field
and a few friends left in the academic circles.
If you like, I could write you a recommendation
and pull some strings to get you into a good
music academy."
Cristy smiled weakly, "Thank you, Mr.
Denner." Then she paused and Johann noticed her
lips quiver as if wanting to speak out but
couldn't, finally she just said, "I don't think
I could play anymore tonight, Mr. Denner, could
you help me back in my wheel chair?"
Johann nodded, "Sure. Should I get your
chaperon?"
"Yes, please," sitting in the wheel chair,
Cristy flashed a sad little smile at Johann, "I
am sorry, Mr. Denner."
As Johann walked to get one of Cristy's
'chaperons' (actually one of Cristy's keepers),
Cristy turned her wheel chair and headed quickly
for the small rest room connected to the sitting
room where she took her clarinet lessons. As
Johann talked to her keeper, she entered the
rest room.
Once within the rest room, Cristy pushed
herself away from the wheel chair. Crawling on
the floor, Cristy then used all her strength to
tip the wheel chair on its side and kick it with
her left leg to wedge it firmly between the rest
room door and the toilet. By now, the guards
monitoring the hidden cameras realized something
was wrong. Her keeper had left Johann Denner
for one of the guards to escort out as he ran
toward the rest room door.
"Cristy! Cristy!" Her keeper pounded on
the door, "Open this door now, girl, or you'll
be regret it!"
Cristy ignored him and climbed painfully
onto her knees before the sink. She pushed the
button that would enable the sink bowl to retain
water. She then turns on the hot water and
waited. Faintly, beyond the door, Cristy heard
the voice of several guards and another angry
threat from her keeper. She saw the knobs on
the rest room door turning uselessly. The noise
was deafening as several guards slamming their
bodies against the door, trying to force it
open. Cristy smiled and for once she could
appreciate the luxurious appointment of
Donatien's home. The rest room door is a solid
slab of oak, beautifully engraved, set into a
strong frame with heavy hinges - it would take a
while for the guards to break it down.
Gradually, steam from the hot water had
filled the room. Cristy hoped that it would be
enough to cloud the hidden cameras and give her
the precious time she needs. Cristy kicked off
the shoe on her left foot and hold it in her
right hand as she struggled to stand up with her
left hand grabbing onto the sink. Slowly,
Cristy rose up, standing on her left foot.
Holding her shoe with both hands, she smashes it
into the mirror above the sink.
It took her three tries before the mirror
shattered completely, scattering sharp pieces
everywhere. Carefully, Cristy used her fingers
to pry out a particularly nasty looking shard
from the frame. Placing the shard on the sink,
Cristy loosened the sleeves of her blouse. She
was crying now, her tears streaking down her
face as she grabbed hold of the mirror shard.
"Mom and dad," she whispered, her voice choked
with tears, "your little Christine is coming to
you."
Sinking her wrists beneath the hot water,
Cristy slit her wrists.
"What the hell is going on?" Dr. Stern
yelled as he entered the elevator leading up to
the floors that Donatien's suite occupied. Damn
it, he thought to himself, I should never have
taken this job as that rich man's residential
physician. First that poor girl beaten and
raped senseless, now what?
"It's the girl, Dr. Stern," the guard
escorting him replied, "She tried to kill
herself. She shut herself in a rest room and
slit her wrists. We found her five minutes ago,
we called you immediately."
"Damn it!" Dr. Stern kicked the elevator
door, "I thought you guys have this entire
building wired up, don't you guys have cameras
everywhere? Why didn't you guys keep an eye on
her?"
"We did, Dr. Stern, but that little lady
is smart!" the guard actually looked nervous, it
was the first time Dr. Stern saw one of these
impassive mercenaries sweating, "As per the
boss' order, we kept a special eye on the little
lady. The guard at the camera station says that
he saw her dart into the rest room on her wheel
chair, then used the wheel chair to wedge the
door in place. She then turns on the hot water
to blind the camera with steam. We tried to
batter the door down but couldn't. We thought
of shooting the door off its hinges but were
afraid that the ricochet might hurt the girl.
Finally we found a small electric chain saw used
for cutting shrubbery in the garden and cut that
door off its hinges."
The guard shook his head, "By the time we
got into the rest room, the little lady was
lying in a pool of blood on the floor. She had
shattered the mirror and used one of the shards
to slit her wrists. I'm telling you, she
planned the whole fuckin' thing. She only got
her wheel chair yesterday, and today she pulled
this off. Damn, that's one smart little lady."
The guard was unable to keep out hints of pity
and admiration in his voice,
Dr. Stern shook his head, "Forget how it
happened, where is she?"
"Otis got to her first and bound up her
wrists. We dragged her out of the rest room and
wrapped her in heavy blankets before laying her
on the floor." The guards talked into his
headset for a moment, then said, "Mr. Horoun is
up, he said that he'll be there pronto."
The elevator door opened and Dr. Stern and
the guard ran out.
Arriving at the sitting room, Dr. Stern
quickly begins to examine the unconscious
Cristy. A few moments later, Horoun arrived,
clad in his sleeping robes, wearing a
communication headset. "Dr. Stern, could we
handle this situation here in the tower, or do
we need hospital facilities?" Horoun asked.
"Damn it, this is bad. We'll need the
hospital facilities, we can't handle this here."
Dr. Stern cursed, "Shit, she's going into
shock." Turning to Horoun, he said, "When is
the ambulance going to get here?"
"No ambulance, Dr. Stern. Within a few
minutes, I'll have a hover-copter here," the
Iranian replied, "we are enacting the emergency
plan laid out if Mr. Donatien himself should get
hurt. We should get to the hospital within ten
minutes after the hover-copter gets here. We
have a special arrangement with the hospital to
keep things of this sort discreet. I'll get a
few people working among the hospital personnel
to prevent media leaks."
"The girl is dying and you are worrying
about media leaks?!"
"Dr. Stern," Horoun explained patiently to
the outraged physician, "while I truly hope you
can save the girl, as Mr. D'Ailly seems to enjoy
her company and has invested a great deal of
money in her, my loyalty is to Mr. D'Ailly, not
the girl." Horoun paused a moment listening to
his headset then said, "The hover-copter is on
its way, they'll get here in three minutes."
Dr. Stern shook his head, "Let's hope
that's enough." He bent down and stared at the
Cristy's face. Cristy was pale from the blood
loss, yet she was still lovely. Her eyes were
closed and cold sweat covered her. Dr. Stern
shook his head again. Lifting up his head, he
saw the trail of blood leading out from the rest
room. In a moment of compassion, he touched the
young woman's face and whispered, "You poor
little fool."
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