The Creation of my Slave – Chapter 1_(0)

Chapter 1

She came out of the shower in the swimming hall, dried herself off and opened her locker. As she did, an envelope fell out. It hit the floor and was drenched in water. She picked it up quickly and opened it. Inside was a note, and on the other side of the note a picture. She flipped it around to see the picture, and knew she was in trouble. On the note, it read:

“You do, by now, realise that you are in trouble.

You are going to come to The Mokka Hotel at 8 tonight. Ask in the reception for the key card for room 415, then go there. Do not be late.”

There was no signature, and the note was printed, not handwritten. Looking at the picture again, she knew that she wouldn’t be going to her dance lesson tonight.

For Nic, it had been a great day with his friends at the local skiing resort. They had finally managed to find a hole in everyone schedule where they could get a break from the mid term stress of university. The rest of his friends had taken an earlier bus home, but Nic had decided to stay a bit longer and see the sunset from the top of the mountain. He had rushed down to the best spot and was just sitting down when we cursed, “Fuck!”. Why are there stones in the ski run, he thought, sat up slightly and fumbled with his gloved hand to find the stone and throw it to hell. What he picked up, however, was a phone. A latest generation iPhone with a pink case.

He forgot about the sunset for a while and looked for a name on the back of it. There wasn’t any. Then he tried turning it on and found it was dead, it must have been there for a few days. He placed it in his pocket, and, excited to find to whom it belonged, he raced down and took the first bus home.

When he came back to his flat and had taken off all his skiing gear, he plugged the phone into his charger and powered it up. The phone was, of course, locked. No one in their right minds would have a phone unlocked these days. We practically fill them with our lives. Unlike most people, however, this girl had her name and an ICE phone number on the lock screen. He instantly recognised the name: Jenny Scott was a girl in his university. A few of his friends had tried to get in her pants last semester but had been very firmly rejected. Now he was here with her phone, and as much as the right thing to do was to give it back, he couldn’t help but feel a tingle of excitement about finding out more about this person.

Before he had even considered what to do, he had picked up his phone and texted one of his course mates from an informatics course he had done last semester.

Nic: “Hey man! How are you doing? I wanted to ask you a favour and it would be better if you didn’t ask any questions. I have this phone that I need opened. It’s an iPhone, probably the latest gen. Could you help me out?”

Peter: “Hi Nic, yeah sure. Bring it over and we should have it open in a few minutes”

Nic: “I’ll be over in a few mins”

He practically ran down the stairs from his flat and rang Peter’s doorbell in a matter of minutes.

“Wow that was quick! You must be quite eager,” Peter said as he opened the door.

“Nah, whatever, I was just in area,” Nic replied casually. He handed the phone over and Peter inspected it, confirming the model, and went to look for an iPhone cable.

He came back a few minutes later, plugged the phone into the computer, and within minutes he had the phone open. So much for Apple’s talk of security.

“So, who’s phone is this? Who’s Jenny?” Peter asked, looking at me with a raised eyebrow.

“Peter, I thought we said no questions!” Nic replied, and Peter threw up his hands in defence.

“I’m just curious. Hope you’re not doing some illegal shit, ‘cause you’re certainly not dragging me into it,”

He couldn’t quite wait to get back to his apartment, so on the way he unlocked the phone with the new PIN that Peter had put on it and started looking at some of the stuff in there. First, he opened the browser to check the latest tabs there, but only found stupid makeup sites and gossip blogs. He closed the browser and instead opened her Messenger but found that this girl wasn’t as stupid as he had thought. She had remotely logged out of her Facebook account on the phone. As he was unlocking the door to his flat, he opened the pictures and found what he was looking for.

Other than a million selfies in different settings there were a bunch of screenshots of chats. He read through some of them while sitting down on his bed and realised they were between some girl and her boyfriend. The girl was sending a bunch of revealing pictures and the guy was commanding her around, treating her like his slut. The girl was clearly into it, but somehow this had gotten into Jenny’s hands. Nic guessed that they were being used to extort and blackmail this girl. He couldn’t help feeling a bit of pressure in his pants at the sight of the photos and the dirty talk though.

Looking at more photos he found there were more similar chats of people. Some involving guys talking dirtily, and Nic recognised some of the names. They were macho guy guys, openly homophobes, that wouldn’t want to be exposed as gay. Again, it looked like Jenny had been twirling these people around her finger using this stuff.

He browsed the folders of pictures on her phone and eventually found, among many labelled with names of her victims, a folder called “Little Pet”. As he looked as the pictures, he not only found his member growing hard, but also felt a plan form in his head. In the folder, was probably hundreds of pictures of Jenny. The first ones were relatively innocent, just pictures of her in her underwear. But they progressively grew bolder. There were completely naked pictures where she spread her legs, pictures kneeling in front of the mirror sucking on her finger, and the most recent pictures, were pictures of her kneeling squatting on the floor with a dildo stuffed into her ass and a ball gag in her mouth.