The Masters Ball Part 8

bookworm - The Masters Ball (Part 8) Author: bookworm
Title: The Masters Ball (Part 8)
Date: 10 December 2004



The Masters Ball (Part 8)

Kyle woke to find himself back in the van, strapped up like he was before, the van was in motion, this causing Kyle to struggle to stand on his feet as he was still weak from the heat from the wrap, the night before, or was it the night before, he had no way of knowing. Then the van stopped and a few seconds later the side door opened and the Protectors stepped in, dressed in the jeans and T-shirts. “You’re awake! Good.” One of them said. He then opened up the catheter to allow Kyle to piss, this he did as he had, what seemed to Kyle, more than a full bladder, and then the butt plug was removed and he was ordered to shit. After this the muzzle was removed and he was given a thick protein to drink to consume, then the muzzle was replaced and the butt plug reinserted and locked on by the belt harness, and they were gone again, the door shut and Kyle was left in almost darkness again. Every now and then the van stopped for a while and then carried on then it seemed as if they were moving, but the vans engine was off. Then the van started again, movement, then the engine stopped again. Kyle heard voices outside the van, then the door opened. Fear spread through Kyle’s body as he knew that he was not at the mansion and did not want to be seen like this.

A Protector stepped in followed by another man who was dressed in a uniform, he had a trimmed beard and his hair was cut short, what could be seen under his hat. . Kyle froze in fear. The man in the uniform was followed in by the other Protector, the third man stood and stared at Kyle, a clipboard in his hand. “What is this?” he stared in disbelief at Kyle. “I see that you have your cargo well tied down!” He said. “Well packed!” His voice and expression changing.

“We did not want it damaged before we got home.” One of the Protectors said.

“I’m sure the Master General is pleased with him!”

“He is!” The protector said. “But for other reasons!”

“Well everything is in order!” The Third man said as he lifted up the clipboard and wrote on a sheet and passed it to the Protector. The they were gone and the door was shut again. Kyle then remembered what the Master General said about his friends, ‘Some in high places, some in low places.’ The Van then started and they were on their way again.

Eventually, they were back at the mansion and Kyle was taken from the van and up into the mansion through the foyer were they were met by The Master General and slave. They stopped and as the Protectors, one either side, held Kyle’s arms, the Master General Spoke. “I have had word that you had a good trip and that you behaved yourself. But that is not all. I believe that you did not do as what is expected from a slave. And you as a master should know what is expected from a slave. .So from tomorrow we will start training all over again.” With that he nodded his head back and to the side to signal for the Protectors to go and take Kyle with them, the Protectors knowing what to do, the Master General’s anger directed at Kyle only. He was lead out to the dormitory, the muzzle removed and as he was pushed in through the doorway, a Protector ordered. “Sleep!” He crawled into the nearest bed, not checking to see if any were free, feeling the warm skin of another slave, he feel to sleep, but only dozing, as he kept dreaming of what had happened to him.

But it still seemed as if it was in the middle of the night as he was pulled from the bed. He was taken out to the back of the mansion were he was met by a waiting Master General and slave, who Kyle noticed was now built more muscular, than before, not as much as the Protectors, but more than the slaves. He was naked, hands behind his back and kneeling in front of the Master General who was quietly and softly talking to him, an arm resting on the slaves shoulder and hand cupped around the slaves neck, gently rubbing the back of his head. And as Kyle was brought out, the Master General turned around to face them, his hand still on the slaves neck.

“I am so disappointed with you.” He said. “I thought that I could trust you to do what is expected of you, but that is not to be. So as I said last night we will begin again. Starting with the boots.” With this he pulled on the slaves lead and they were gone.

“You heard what the Master General said, start!” The Protector yelled at Kyle as he was almost thrown down towards the boots.

Kyle noticed that this time it was not summer, autumn and winter had seemed to pass him by and that it was now spring, a morning chill in the air. He was then back into the routine that had happened before. Then again he began to feel as if he was a puppet again, this feeling of helplessness overcoming him, but unable to move to his own commands. The rubber was cleaned the next day and then the leather again as before.

Kyle then realised that he was beginning to feel his self again and moving his own body again and not by the puppeteer. Then soon after this, one hot summers morning, he was brought, naked and still hooded, up to the foyer by the Protectors to meet the Master General. “I am sure that you have felt odd feelings, like you can not move, but your body moving on its own? Well that is because you are being drugged to produce an hypnotic state of mind. Don’t worry, it is not addictive or damaging to you, but it allows me to command you with out actually ordering you to do things. Well, you have been taken of it for the last few days ready for tonight. I want you to be fully aware of what is happening to you tonight.” He stopped talking and turned around and began to walk up the stairs, Kyle held by two Protectors, was led behind him and as he did he saw two tables set at the bottom like he had seen at all of the Balls, with the plinth that he had seen before, in between them still empty. Kyle was taken up and followed the Master General into one of the rooms. This Kyle realised was laid out like it had been at the Balls, but this had an empty whipping bench in the middle. The Master General stopped beside it and turned around, resting a hand on the bench. “As you can see this is empty, and as I am certain that you know, tonight is my Annual Summer Ball, yes you have been here a year! But you will not be enjoying it like you used to, tonight you will be used! And I do know that this is your favourite piece of equipment! Begin!” He stepped back as the Protectors picked up Kyle and bending his legs they placed him on to the knee pads, spreading his legs apart, but his enclosed cock and balls were pushed into an opening on the edge of the end of the bench, he then felt something slide up from underneath and against his skin and then stop and then a click and his body was now attached to the bench. His muscular torso was then pushed down and his arms pulled down and locked into straps at the other end on the sides, his wrists placed into leather fist mitts, then rope placed across him creating a criss-cross pattern across his back, tightening the benches grip on Kyle. A Butt Plug was placed in Kyle’s arse as the Master General walked up to Kyle’s head and lifting his head up he spoke to Kyle again. “You are nearly ready, but you will be finished off just before my guests arrive. I am sure you have felt that you cock and balls locked on to the bench, this to make sure that no other Master sees them, its is only a precaution, and to stop you moving as you are fucked.” Then he let go of Kyle’s head and was gone, the room then empty. He was left for what seemed like a week when the door opened and a Protector walked in placed a blindfold over Kyle’s eyes and a muzzle over Kyle’s head and chained it to a shot chain to the floor, pulling Kyle’s head down and towards the floor, not giving him any movement. He was left alone like this for a while as he could hear muffled footsteps outside of the room. Then the door opened and a Master entered the room, he walked around for a moment and then paced over to Kyle, rubbing at Kyle’s arse as pulled out the plug. . Kyle then felt lube being applied to his arse hole and the a finger pushing its way into him. This was followed by a second finger and the Master began to push them in and out for a few seconds and then stopped only to replace it with his hardening cock. Kyle felt that the Master was wearing leather chaps and rubber pants with a zip opening. He began to push himself in, slow at first but rapidly speeding up, his cock getting harder and longer and Kyle tried to shift himself to accommodate the Master but he could not move. The Master pushed himself in harder and faster with each thrust eventually climaxing into the condom he was wearing. He pulled out and walked over to a sealed bin and placed the used condom into it. He then replaced the plug back into Kyle and walked over to the door, which was duly opened as he knocked. As he left, another Master entered the room, he had a slave with him who was locked to the wall by the Protector. The Master then prepared Kyle quickly and began to pump him fast and hard and as like the Master before, climaxed into the condom that he was wearing , but he then paced to his slave and feed him the load of hot cum. The door was knocked and then he was gone to be replaced by another Master, and then Kyle remembered how popular this piece of bondage furniture was.

The Master approached Kyle and began to enter Kyle as he said. “Get ready for the fuck of your life, Slave!” Kyle froze slightly as he recognised the voice of one of his best Leather Master friends. Kyle tried to call out but could only manage to gurgle into the gagged muzzle that he was wearing. The Master pushed his way into Kyle and began to pump hard, grabbing at Kyle’s back, gripping and pulling at the criss-crossed ropes that tied Kyle to the whipping bench. He began to moan as he neared climax, pumping into Kyle harder than before, until he too climaxed into the condom, which, was then taken to the slave chained to the wall and was allowed to consume, placed the used condom into the bin, cleaned himself with the tissues, placed the butt plug back into Kyle and then knocked on the door, which opened up and another Master entered the room, as Kyle wondered when the night would stop.

Eventually the Masters began to stop coming in, the gaps becoming longer until very early morning a Master entered the room, paced over to Kyle and began to prepare Kyle, taking out the butt plug and smearing lube over Kyle’s arsehole. The Master began to rub his own cock which slowly began to stiffen. He placed it to Kyle’s arse and just before he pushed himself in he spoke. “Oh just to let you know, you are my fifth slave tonight. So I should prepare yourself for a long, slow fuck!” He gripped Kyle by the waist and pushed himself in, slowly and gently, but speeding up until he was pushing himself in Kyle hard, and rough. Kyle began to sweat, and not for the first time tonight. Then after what seemed to Kyle like an eternity and with a loud moan of ecstasy and pulling on the rope, the Master climaxed, shooting his a large load of cum into the condom. He stopped after he had filled the condom inside Kyle and still holding the rope, he bent down and rested himself onto Kyle’s back. Kyle could feel the Masters body covered in sweat and his rapid breathing. “I hope that you enjoyed that, slave!“ he said his breath rasping, his voice gravely. Then after a few minutes he pulled himself up and as with all the Masters, he cleaned himself, replaced the plug and left. Then Kyle was left alone and that was the last Master of the night, and Kyle was alone until he heard the door open again and two sets of footsteps paced into the room, one booted, one bootless.

He then felt the plug being removed and lube applied, then he felt a hardened cock placed at his arsehole, then with a sudden thrust, the cock was pushed in, Kyle knew immediately that it was the Master General, he had never known anyone else with a large thick cock like his. The Master General pumped at Kyle’s arse, leather gloved hands grabbing at Kyle’s hips and at his back rubbing the ropes with the rhythm of his thrusting, gripping the ropes as he to eventually began to climax, his cock getting harder and bigger with each thrust. He then exploded his huge hot load of cum into Kyle as he was not wearing a condom. He then pulled out after emptying his load and stepped back saying. “Now its your turn, as you have been the perfect slave tonight!” Kyle then felt another hard cock being pushed into him, again already hard and almost as big as the Master Generals cock. The Master General stepped around to Kyle’s head unclipped the chain and pulled of the blindfold and looked at the pain in Kyle’s eyes as the slave fucked him. “I’m sure you have enjoyed yourself tonight, I know that a lot of my guests have.“ The Master General said to Kyle. The slave pumped away slow at first taking his time to build up his speed, enjoying his reward. Then after a time he too climaxed into Kyle, again not wearing a condom. Then they were gone, but the door was left open and Kyle could just hear a conversation between the Master General and a Protector.

“I now you dropped a tray tonight!” Kyle heard the Master General speak, “I don’t like to hear that! Not at one of my Summer Balls, my guests expect professionalism all of the time. Now bend over!” Kyle then heard the snap of a wooden paddle hitting skin followed by several more in quick succession. Then for a moment nothing but then the low guttural moans of the Master General as he fucked the slave in the hallway. Then silence again. Kyle wondered as to how the Master General could become so hard and ready to fuck some so quick.

Kyle then felt hands at him as he was released from the whipping bench and carried out of the room, unable to feel his limbs after being in one position for so long. As he was carried out of the room and into the hallway he was taken past the slave who was still bent over, his wrists locked to his ankles. Kyle was taken through the mansion and to the dormitory, where, after the muzzle was removed, he was thrown into the room and onto a bed, “Sleep!” He was ordered by a Protector. But he did not need telling twice as he lost consciousness almost straight away, without covering himself.

But sleep did not seem long before he was pulled from the bed and taken to the other room and locked in the cuffs hanging from the ceiling just before the Master General walked in.

“You did well last night, I am pleased with you, I had several compliments on what such a tight arse you had. But of course they are still none the wiser as to who you are!” He turned around and walked towards the door and into a shadow, he then stopped and without turning he spoke again. “But now you need to get back to a normal routine, and back to your work for me!” Then he was gone. The work started immediately, and the puppeteer returned, but this time Kyle fell deeper under his spell, and soon days passed into weeks, weeks into months, months into a year and he never realised the passing of time or seasons.

But he began to feel himself again as if he was fighting the puppeteer and winning until he was woken from a dreamless sleep, pulled from his bed, and into the room opposite the dormitory. He was pulled into the middle and his wrists locked into the cuffs hanging from the ceiling. And then he was left alone for about an hour when the door facing him opened and a Protector walked in followed by the Master General, and ever present slave at his shoulder. “I thought that I would let you wake up for your birthday, yes you have been here for nearly two years now and my annual Summer Ball is just a week away. The preparations are well on the way but there is one more thing that needs to be started that will need a few days to complete.” He stopped talking and started staring deep into Kyle’s eyes behind the leather hood. “My new display has arrived, it is good news for me, but not for you as you will be demonstrating it!” He turned around and began to circle the suspended Kyle, rubbing Kyle’s body with a leather gloved hand as he walked around him. This aroused Kyle, his cock straining to free its metal prison, as the thought of himself fucking the General Master came into his head, the Master Generals tight muscular body turning him on more. “There is more bad news for you,“ he said as he pressed the remote control, almost on full sending Kyle swinging in the restraints. “ I know what you are thinking.” he said then took his finger off the button. “I have now began to grow bored with you, you do not do anything for me anymore, the fun of punishing you shall we say, there is no excitement in it any more. Yes I want to fuck you, but even then , the excitement of fucking another tight arsed Master as yourself dose not make me hard enough as you are no longer as tight arsed as you was. So now you will be used for display purposes only.” He said then stopped to face Kyle again, staring into his eyes again. “And that will start from next week.” He turned to the Protector who by now was joined by two others. “Start to get him ready.” he said.

At this the first protector went behind Kyle, Kyle feeling tugging at the collar on the hood, then a click as the lock was cut of, the hood then pulled roughly of Kyle’s head. The cold air hitting Kyle’s skin making it feel as if it was being frozen off. The Master General placed his leather covered hands over Kyle’s head and face. “The soap did well, still as smooth as the day the hood went on.” He turned around and began to walk away, but as he reached the door, he said. “Now carry on!” and then he and the slave were gone. Kyle was released from the cuffs and locked onto the rack, being stretched slightly so that he could not struggle, the he felt a scratch on his arm and he then began to feel dopey again then nothing.

He woke to find that he was still on the rack, but his head was no covered by a rubber hood, the eyes open, the collar sown on as if it was one piece and sealed but with no metal buckle, his jaw was fixed solid, he wanted to cough but could not as something was pushed down his throat. As he tried to cough, there was movement in the room and a face appeared in view, the Master General was waiting for him to come round. “I see you are with us once again!” He said. “Don’t worry, don’t try to swallow. It is for your own good, trust me.” Kyle then felt tubes up his nostrils. And down his throat also. “ It will all become apparent soon.” Kyle felt pain all over his body, just in patches on his legs and arms, his chest and stomach. He could feel a butt plug up his arse, but it went up further than any other plug that he knew of, it was held in by a rubber harness that went around his waist and down between his legs, the nipple rings removed, but replaced with long lengths of thin wire. “One more thing to do before we take you up.” He then stepped back and Kyle could feel hands at the metal cock cage and heat, then the feeling of cold air around his balls and cock. “ Milk him!” the Master General said. “I’m sure that after two years you will be ready. Just make sure that you are empty afterwards.” He gripped Kyle’s hardening cock and began to rub him hard up and down, until just before Kyle climaxed he let go. He stepped back and sat into a seat that had been placed in the cell for him. A condom was placed onto Kyle’s hard cock and then after shooting a large hot load of cum into it, it was taken off and the cum placed onto a jar. The Master General sat back and watched as Kyle was milked of his cum, load after load, all placed into the jar until he was shooting clear. The jar was then placed at the end of the tube that went into Kyle’s mouth and tipped up, but all Kyle could do was watch as it was emptied down, but all he could taste was the rubber tube. He began to struggle on the rack as he thought that his stomach was going to throw it back up, but it stayed down.

He then felt hands at his head and fingers forcing their was up the sides, under the hood to his ears and felt pads placed over them. The Master General then stood up and walked over to look into Kyle’s eyes again. “How does that feel? Better I’m sure.” Then Kyle felt hands at his cock again and searing pain as the catheter was pushed into his cock again, but left clear. “Now take him up, there is not much time left and a lot of work still to do.” Then he was gone. Kyle was released from the rack and dragged up the stairs, out through the Ballroom and into the foyer. Where there was several boxes placed by the empty plinth, which Kyle noticed had been altered slightly, with the base plates of armour attached already. Kyle was held by the arms in between two Protectors. “You see,” The Master General then spoke to Kyle. “This is my new display that you will be demonstrating. But not just for tonight. While you was asleep, you was prepared, a feeding tube inserted to nourish you, a tube to take it away afterwards, the catheter to take away your piss. Pads attached to your muscles so that they can be stimulated to keep you strong, but also to tell us how you are progressing.” He stepped back and said. “Finish him off!” Kyle was then lifted up onto the plinth, his heels placed into the backs of the already positioned feet, the top plates locked on and welded on, and as they worked up wires were connected to the implants, tubes to pipes, all running inside the armour. Kyle felt hands at his cock as his balls and cock was forced into the metal cod piece, his balls forced into a metal sack hanging down, but the cock hooked round leaving a gap making it look as if he was semi-erect, the metal skin shaped and featured like a cock, but just joining the balls, the catheter, pushed trough a hole and hidden out of sight. Next the back plate was placed at Kyle’s back and then the breast plate, which Kyle came to the conclusion that it had at some time been moulded from his own body as all of the armour did. The wires were then pushed through holes in the breastplate, out through metal nipples, and then large metal rings were then pushed through then and through Kyle’s own pierced nipples, pulling them out onto the inside of the breastplate. The arms were then attached leading down to metal glove that were immobile, as all the joints were fixed all over the suit. The last piece attached was the two piece head, the back placed first then the front, the tubes that protruded from Kyle’s nostrils attached to metal tubes on the inside of the mask that entered Kyle’s nostrils as the face was placed onto the back piece. Then there was heat as the armour was sealed up, never to be opened. Kyle felt the heat and began to sweat inside the armour, but then the Protectors stopped and stepped back.

Kyle could then see them all standing in front of him. The Master General walked up to Kyle and placed his hands onto the breast plate, he began to flick the nipple rings. “Very nice!” He said as he continued flick the rings, Kyle could feel them moving and he tried to moan as it was beginning to turn him on. “Very nice indeed.” The Master General said, Kyle was amazed that he could hear him perfectly, then remembered the hands on the rubber mask, and realised that they were inserting tiny speakers into his ears. “I wish that you could see this Kyle. It is such a wonderful sight!” Then he went to go, but changed his mind. “One more thing, there are some things I will not want you to see.” With that he stretched up to over Kyle’s head and pulled down a tiny knob on the hood, closing the metal eyelids over Kyle’s eyes, forcing him into complete and utter darkness, then they opened again. “But for tonight I will let you see what you are missing.” Kyle’s eyes were the only visible clue as to a person inside the suit of armour, but only if you looked hard enough would you just be able to see them. Then the Master General turned and walked away, the others following him, leaving him alone.

Kyle was now standing, unable to move with only a little space between him and the suit, his feet slightly apart, legs straight, back upright, arms hanging to his side but away from his body, hands flat with his fingers fanned out slightly, palms facing inwards towards his thighs, his head held upright, no two parts touching and no joints free to move, all locked. But he felt as if he was standing on air. All he could move was his eyes and then out of the corner of them he caught glimpse of the Protectors taking their positions behind the two desks beside him, then all he could see was the doors directly in front of him opening, but there was no fresh air touching his skin, not even through the eye holes into his eyes, even though they were open.

The mid summer sun just coming over the house and throwing a beam of light into the foyer, making a small line of bright light onto the floor just inside the door, which as the sun lowered gradually moved across the floor towards Kyle. But he was not to see this properly as slowly the first Masters and slaves began to arrive for the Master Generals Summer Ball.

But it was not long before the Mansion was filling up, and Kyle could hear all types of conversations, voices he knew, and those that he didn’t, then two voices came into his ears that he knew very well, two Leather Master friends of his, extremely good friends of his. He looked and could see them at the desk almost in front of him.

“I wonder where Kyle is?” One said.

“I don’t know. The cards have stopped coming.”

“Mine too.”

“He loved it at here at the Summer Ball, it was the highlight of his year. He could not forget the year he came home with the a slave of the Master General, boy he must have pissed of the Master General for that.!” and then there was laughter. Kyle tried to shout out, but no sound came out, he could hear himself calling out but silence to the outside world.

“Still tonight I am going to try a couple of the rooms upstairs, I enjoyed the slave on the whipping bench last year!”

Then they were gone.

The crowd began to throng, eventually the bell tolled for them to enter the ballroom for the Master General’s grand entrance to officially open the nights proceedings. But before he went in he stopped momentarily in front of Kyle, the slave behind, he was naked, a bit gag in his mouth held by a leather open head harness. But tonight his arms were restrained behind his back by leather cuff restraints, the slave-Kyle noticed-was now well formed, toned and muscular, more than the rest of the slaves, but not as much as the Protectors. Kyle noticed that the Master General and the slave were wearing collars, the collars that Kyle had brought with the words ‘Master’ and ‘Slave’ encrusted on them, also the Master General led the Slave with the lead that had been embedded with the words ‘Masters Slave’ on it, then they were gone. He could hear the Master General give his customary opening speech and as he did Kyle began to think of the Balls that he had attended when he was free and a Master, his cock began to stiffen at these thoughts. His cock bulging in the metal tube, his cockhead ramming the inside if the tip of the metal tube, the rubber tube of the catheter sliding on the inside of his cock burning as it did, and he quickly thought of other things to soften himself as the pain began to hurt.

He could see protectors and slaves milling about, the slaves dressed accordingly to serve at the Ball, heads hooded and muzzled as normal for the Ball. Then there was movement up the stairs as several protectors came from the Crèche carrying something and went upstairs. Kyle could hear cheers as the winners of the show competion were announced. Then he heard a scuffle up the stairs as the Protectors came back down again. The Master General was now talking and Kyle heard the word ‘Traitor’ and his memory became a reality again as he felt a tingle in the muscles of his legs as the implants in his legs began to work the muscles for about ten minutes before moving up his body, one set of muscles at a time, then it was gone, the sensation becoming very strong at the height of each session on each muscle group. Then he felt his stomach begin to fill as he was automatically fed through the tube in his mouth. Kyle then heard the cheering as the Master that was manhandled down from upstairs was fucked for his punishment by the privileged chosen ten other Masters.

He felt for real every whack across his arse as the Master was paddled, every large cock fucking him, the pain from not being used to being fucked. The ache in his body at being bent over for the rest of the night and into the morning.

Then gradually the crowd began to move through the foyer, talking, laughing, going upstairs to use the Master Generals slaves. But gradually they left , but for the obligatory few who were invited to stay for the weekend. Kyle watched them leave as he could not sleep, this aided by the fact that every several hours the implants would start and work his muscles again. He watched the moon rising, then the daylight replacing the night as the sun rose up the other side of the Mansion.

He heard the Master Generals weekend guests walk up the stairs after all the other guests had finally left, still talking to one another. Then when they were out of sight and out of hearing range the Master General stood in front of Kyle in full view so that Kyle would be able to see him, he had pulled the slave close to him, behind him so that he could play with the slaves cock and balls. He was also flanked each side by one of his personal Protectors who were standing to attention, their arms held behind their backs, feet slightly apart, just as they were at the Ball at the other Master. “I hope that you enjoyed your first Masters Ball as a permanent feature.” He began to say. “I had a lot of compliments about you, and I did know that you always wanted to have a hard and solid body! But there is a couple things I forgot to mention to you last night, the food that is pumped into you is also mixed with a derivative of the drug that my scientists developed to build up my Protectors, this will build up your muscles only, in conjunction with the implanted pads, to completely fill the armour, but once you have filled it we will adjust the level if intake to keep you there.” Kyle’s eyes began to widen as he heard what the Master General was saying, the Master General seeing the panic in Kyle’s eyes. “Secondly, I’m sure you are aware of the Master that was caught last night abusing a slave of mine, I knew that he had before, but last night was my opportunity to punish him and he is now being readied for the rest of his sentence, which now is beginning to excite me just as you did.-Oh by the way, his name is or was Master Pierce, I believe that he is a very good and close Leather Master friend of yours. And Like you he also did not heed the warning on the banner across the stairs! But he won‘t be a permanent fixture!” Kyle’s eyes again giving away emotion. “And thirdly and lastly, this is now not a punishment for you for abusing my slave, but more an ongoing, highly amusing revenge, for what you did not know was that the slave that you stole from me was my first slave, and not only that he was-is-my partner as well!” his voice rising slightly in anger. “So you see, I was very angry when you took him from me, and when you brought him back that night and then abused my other slave I knew the time was right to take back what was rightfully mine! And to punish you the only way that I knew would hurt you!” He then added, a smile across his face. “Now I have you where I want you, captive for as long as I want, and there is not a thing that you can do about it!”

With that he paced up to the metal encased Kyle and pulled the knob down, sending Kyle into complete darkness. Kyle then, in his silence and through exhaustion gradually fell to sleep, although his mind was active with what he had just been told.

Kyle opened his eyes. It was all a dream! …It was a dream?…



…I guess we will never know…</body></html> ;