Digimon Fan Fiction ❯ Slave ❯ Chapter 3: Gentle Voice, Gentle Hands ( Chapter 3 )

As the limo, which she was now sure she was in, drove onward, Hikari could only blink in fascination.
Her Master, a boy her own age named Takato Matsuda, seemed a very nice fellow. In fact, he didn't seem anything like what she assumed a Slave Owner would be like. She had half expected to wind up with someone like Ryo, or worse. She was relieved, and a bit curious. While he had undone her blindfold, he had yet to remove the Gag which bound her mouth, and she could tell that he wanted to do just that, but for some reason, held himself back.
Takato, meanwhile, was looking over his personal purchase. Hikari was his own. He had bought a few others, but that was business that his parents had sent him on. Hikari was the one he had selected as his personal Slave. In fact, he was dying to take the cloth out of her mouth and hear her actually speak. Of course, legally he had to wait, and he had never bucked the law before, so he wasn't about to start now. Besides, if he did, there was a pretty solid chance that he would lose his claim on her. No, he'd have to wait till he got her home. He never understood the strangeness of the law. Legally, a Master or Mistress could not remove the gag of a Slave until they arrived home and officially made the transaction complete by way of a specially designed machine. Takato thought it strange, but then, he never had understood the ins and outs of the laws regarding Catches and Slaves. Still, he was able to take her blindfold off while she was in transit to his home for the first time, for which he was greatful. She had gorgeous eyes.
Hikari turned her gaze back to her Master. She still found it hard to believe that she had only seen him once, and yet she already thought of him like that. She supposed the collar had something to do with it. She had heard that they had unusual effects on Slaves from those at the Center who had let their slaves aid in the training. As she looked over the boy who would likely own her for the rest of her life, she noticed a bit more about him that she hadn't taken in earlier.
His hair was brown, like hers, but of a lighter shade. It was wild for the most part, but tied into a ponytail in the back which dropped just below his shoulders. His build was hidden by his clothes, but she assumed he must have had at least slight muscle tone. He also had the deepest forest green eyes she'd ever seen. And his hands, his hands looked like they might be only slightly bigger then Tai's were at his age. As she looked at those hands, she felt a wave of desire flood through her, as the collar's psychological effects slid deeper through her mind. Couple that with her will being broken some time ago, and it was able to do much more, because now her mind and body were very willing to allow themselves to be used. Even though Hikari's mind had retained a small portion of free will, it wasn't enough to rebuke the collar's effects on her. She had fought the training, and it had left it's mark on her. Several, in fact, but that wouldn't be the case any more. And right now, what she wanted almost as much as to be able to speak to her Master, was for him to touch her, no matter where it was, though, she didn't much care. Breasts, legs, anything! She didn't really give a damn about it. But her training made it clear that unless allowed or ordered to, it had to be her Master who made the initial contact. She wasn't even really supposed to be looking at him, since he hadn't allowed or ordered her to, but she had risked being punished to do that. She didn't dare go any farther. She was only glad that he seemed not to mind, or he could have done anything to her.
Takato smiled a bit, feeling somewhat shy. He knew that legally, for whatever reasons, one couldn't un-gag one's slave till they were transited home for the first time, but anything else was fair game.
There's a double entendre if I ever heard of one. You can't let them speak until they first arrive at your home, but you can do anything else you want to them? Insane. Truly insane....
If Hikari could have read Takato's thoughts, she would have agreed with that statement. Of course, right now, absurd laws were the last thing on her mind. Lowering her eyes Demurely, at last, she hoped he would at least say something to her. Luckily, Takato didn't seem intent to disappoint her.
"Uhm.....well, I don't want to seem like I'm being cruel or anything....so if you feel uncomfortable, let me know and I'll stop. I figure you may as well know a bit about me, besides my name."
Hikari nodded. "Y'ssirhh."
She noticed her Master seemed upset by the concept of talking to her when she couldn't talk back. He genuinely seemed to want to actually talk to her, which caused her to blush a bit. It was the first time in months anyone had truly given a damn about letting her talk. She also knew that making one's Owner happy was paramount in the training. She moved a bit closer to Takato, hoping it would help him feel better, and that he might even smile a little. Even without the collar about her neck, she would have considered him handsome. Not to the extent that the collar imposed on her thoughts, but still, he was good-looking. Not great-looking, but good-looking. She noticed him blush a bit as she scooted a bit closer.
Could it be? He seems like....like I'm the first naked girl he's ever been close to! Could that mean...he's a virgin? That I'd be his first?
That thought caused conflicting emotions in Hikari. On the one hand, she found it very flattering. She had been scarred by the training at the Center, both mentally, physically, and emotionally. But he had chosen to buy her of all the Catches there. He could have selected anyone. Even Miyako, who was completely subservient, and a nymphomaniac. He could have used her any way he wanted, and she would have willingly reciprocated. Hell, more than just willingly, she would have probably not wanted him to ever stop taking her, although that might have upset him. Then she gasped a bit in surprise as she felt a hand gently touching her back..
Takato had noticed her moving closer, and took it as a sign that she didn't mind if he talked to her. Hikari was definately one who had fought her training. That much he could tell. The scars she bore were testament to that, but to him, they only made her seem that much more strangely beautiful. Tenatively, he reached out a hand, placing it on her back, and let it sit there a moment. He could feel one of her scars there, but he didn't care.
How to break the ice with her? I don't even know what she likes!
Now, granted, with the collar on her, she could and would listen to anything he had to say whether she wished to or not. But he wanted more than just to force her to listen. He wanted her to be interested as well. She seemed to be very intelligent, and he liked that....
"So.....I guess the first thing I would wanna tell you is that you're going to be living in West Shinjuku. I know it's not a particularly comforting thought...since I'm sure you liked the place you lived at before all this. But I guess it'd make sense to let you know about that."
She nodded, and felt the hand starts to pull away, much to her disappointment, only to have it return, this time on her shoulder, rubbing it gently. She practically melted into the touch.
"You like that, huh? Well, I'm glad. I was hoping it might help you feel a bit more comfortable. In fact, tell you what, when we get home, how would you like a chance to just sit and soak in our hot tub for awhile? Probably do wonders for getting the soreness out. Those bonds don't look too pleasant."
She seemed a bit startled, but nodded again, this time with a bit more enthusiasm. Again, she considered the kindness he was extending. It didn't seem normal. Shouldn't her Master have been raping her by now? Should he have ordered her to lay back in the seat and then ravished her until the time they got to his home? She didn't understand any of this. Of course, she was very happy to at least be treated civilly. Of course, she then realized that her Master was probably completely new to this concept, at least as much as she was new to having a permanent Master. She could see the hunger burning in his eyes. Not for sex, although it was there, in a subdued fashion, but for conversation. He wanted to speak with her. That alone made her blush. Particularly considering the questions she wanted to ask him. She leaned into the rubbing of her shoulder, letting out a happy sigh of contentment, and was surprised to feel her Master's other hand gently trail up over her breasts to her neck and then to her face. She risked a glance at Takato and found a small, shy smile on his face. He did seem to be blushing a bit as well. That clinched it for her. Obviously, he had never had a girl before, let alone a Slave. Though she couldn't offer him her virginity, she would try to make his first time a night he wouldn't soon forget. She nuzzled the hand cupping her cheek gently.
"Almost home. Once we get there, you won't have to wear that gag all the time anymore. Though it does look gorgeous on you."
She blushed again, averting her eyes to the floor of the limo. She felt her Master's hand move from her shoulder, and the other hand gently trace over her lips. She inwardly winced, remembering how Ryo had always done that to her. Outwardly, she didn't react to it, even as she realized that unlike Ryo, there seemed to be genuine kindness in the gesture. She leaned a bit into him, and her Master's hand began to trail down to her neck, and moved past her collarbone. Hikari trembled with excitement....
Then the car stopped.
"Home already?"
Hikari moaned softly from disappointment. Takato opened the door, and stepped out, then gently beckoned for her to do the same, helping her out since her arms were bound behind her. After making her way outside the limo, which she now could see for certain it indeed was, and a long one at that, she took in the building Takato had called home... And almost facefaulted. It looked like a gigantic business complex, or perhaps a gigantic apartment building. Takato noticed the look of disbelief and chuckled.
"The first hundred and fifty floors are for our business. The rest of the place is our home." He said, seemingly used to this kind of reaction. Hikari's eyes went wide.
That's insane! This building must be at least 550 floors! That's his HOUSE?!
Taking Hikari gently by the arm, Takato lead her into the building. She trembled a bit, unsure of what she would see here at what was now to be her new home for the rest of her days, barring a trade or if Takato sold her. Despite her training that small part of her which had remained free was able to cause her to hesitate at the threshold into the house. Takato gave her a gentle smile, which granted her some comfort, and then she blinked as she took in the place. It seemed that common, everyday people, were working alongside slaves! And as one would expect, the slaves were majorily female, but for the most part, they seemed to work in relative harmony. A few were as glassy eyed as those of Miyako. Hikari briefly shuddered, remembering the nymphomaniac girl who had been the first female, and certainly not the last, to rape her mouth and vagina in the same day.
"Ah! Master Takato! Welcome home. Your parents are waiting and...my, my! is this the lovely young slave you picked for yourself?" Hikari didn't need to venture too large a guess to figure that this young girl, perhaps only three or four years older than the two of them, was a slave brought here a long time ago. Yet she acted almost as if she was a maid, or at least a slave who was on friendly terms with her Owners.
"Hey Mariko. Yeah. This is Hikari."
"Ooooh! What a pretty name." Mariko said with a smile. "Anyway, as I was saying, your parents are waiting for you to present the new Slaves you bought for them, and want to meet your personal Slave."
Takato blinked a bit. "Wanting to meet the ones I bought for them at their request I can understand, but what do they want with Hikari?"
"Can't say, Takato. They're upstairs waiting with the collars for the office Slaves."
"Okay then. Oh, tell them I found another one of those crazed ones like they asked for. I'll bring them up in a minute or two. I want to get Hikari officially registered first."
Mariko grinned. "They figured you might say that. The registration machine is over in the other room, but don't be too long."
"Thanks Mariko, yer the best!" Takato smiled, then lead Hikari into the room indicated.
It was like nothing she'd ever seen. It stood about 6 feet tall, and seemed almost like nothing more than a decoration. Then she noticed the strange ring near the top of it. She blinked, wondering how this thing registered Slaves.
"Hoo boy...hope I can remember how this puppy works. I've only watched mom and dad use this thing once..." Takato said. he continued forward, a gentle hand on her arm leading her towards the machine and inside it. The archway was almost like a real doorway. Takato moved over to the control panel, and after noticing the manual, he grinned.
Looks like they thought of everything. He thought to himself.
After only a few minutes, he knew everything he needed to.
"Okay....Hikari?"
"Ysssrh?"
"Just stay where you are. According to the instructions, you might feel a tingling sensation, but aside from that it shouldn't do anything else to you. This thing's gonna read some sort of information in the computer chip in your collar, and then it's supposed to send that information to the Slave indexes, so that you're registered. Okay now, here we go..."
With that, Takato began pressing the buttons indicated by the manual. The ring began to lower down ntil it was level with the collar about Hikari's neck. She vaguely thought that the machine was reading the computer chip in her collar the way information from a barcode was read. Soon, she did feel a tingling. In her arms, in her legs, and at the base of her neck, but soon it emcompassed her whole body. It was slightly scary at first, but eventually, she got over it. The collar, meanwhile, went though it's sequences of bending the will of Slave to Master, and the registration machine aided in that situation all the more, as it read the information not just from her chip, but from the personal data files regarding the Matsuda family. Eventually, the machine made a small pinging sound, and the ring began to raise itself back to it's earlier position.
"That should do it, Hikari."
She blinked. So soon? I thought somehow it would take longer.
She didn't have any further time to think about it, as Takato gently led her out of the machine. Then with a smile, he reached up behind her head, to start undoing the gag.
"There, that's much better." He said, as he pulled the gag away. Hikari felt almost a sense of disappointment as the gag was pulled away, for a reason she couldn't figure out. But then she smiled.
"Thank you... Master." She said quietly.
"I was right." he said. "You do have a beautiful voice."
She could only blush at the praise, eyes downcast.
"I think maybe I should get rid of this-" Takato began to say, referring to the cloth.
"Master please, don't!" Takato looked a bit surprised, and so was she. But her surprise quickly turned to realization as she understood why she didn't want the gag taken away and tossed into the trash.
"Alright...but why not?"
"Master..as strange as it sounds, I feel naked without it somewhere either nearby, or in my mouth. I...part of me still hates it, but the rest of me feels incomplete without it...I can't really explain myself. I'm sorry."
To her surprise, Takato simply smiled and nodded, as he lead her to an elevator, before calling over the other slaves purchased at the Market.
These slaves were not yet collared, and she guessed it may have something to do with them being bought more for labor than as sexual toys or sexual companions. She noticed that among the group was, in fact, Miyako! Hikari blinked. But then remembered Takato saying he'd found another of the 'crazed ones'. That meant his family had others like Miyako. She couldn't understand why they'd do such a thing though. Wouldn't sex crazed nymphomaniacs be detrmental to the seeming harmony between the employees and other Slaves?
She ceased bothering to ponder the matter as Takato again gently took her by one arm, still bound to it's counterpart, and lead her to an elevator. Punching in the button for floor 122, he settled back against the far wall of the elevator.
""Master? May I ask a question?" Hikari spoke timidly, in a voice little more than a whisper, as all Slaves had been trained and conditioned to do.
Takato smiled. "I think you just did, but go ahead and ask the next one."
Hikari blushed, eyes downcast. "I n-noticed you purchased Miyako...is she what you meant earlier by 'crazed'?" she said after a minute or two.
"Good ear, Hikari. Yeah, that's who I was talking about. You know her?"
She nodded. "Yes, Master. She and I...were at the same Slave Center. She...often was used in my lessons."
There was more to it than she was telling. Takato could tell just by the hesitation in her voice when she brought up her training. Although he had no clue how Slaves were trained, even he'd heard the occasional gossip about them. It was said that Slaves were often ordered to force themselves on other Slaves. The thought irked him. The idea that Miyako might have raped Hikari made him angry for some reason.
But why? I've only known her for a short time. Maybe three hours at best. Yet I feel as if the idea that Miyako might have already been intimate with her is something that should upset me....
He shelved the thought for a later time as the doors to the elevator opened with a soft chime. Takato and Hikari walked across the carpeted floor in a companionable silence for about half their trek to see his parents.
"Master?"
"Hmmm?"
"Why did you buy her? Sh-she's a nymphomaniac...wouldn't that disrupt things here? The other Slaves I saw working downstairs seemed...happy. So did the Free people alongside them. So....why bring such an element into...?"
Her Master chuckled and gave her a soft smile.
"Actually, you should probably wait a couple of minutes. My dad will probably tell you about that. He has his reasons, and since it's his little pet project, it wouldn't be fair for me to spoil the surprise." He said, opening the door to the room his parents were in.
The room was spacious, and again Hikari got the impression that Takato's family was one of the few families in the world she could think of off the top of her head who were sickeningly filthy RICH. She also got the feeling that she'd heard the name somewhere before. She couldn't place it right at the moment though. Then she got a look at the people who could only be Takato's parents.
His father had a kindly face. He had a full head of short brown hair, a few shades darker than her own, chocolate colored eyes, and a smile that made her feel at home almost immediately.
His mother was much the same way. With brown hair that went to her shoulders and looked about the same hair shade as her husband's. At least that explained why Takato had inherited the hair color. Her eyes were a bright sapphire blue. It made her wonder how Takato had come to have the green eyes which made him seem so exotic to her. Green eyes were a rare thing in Japan