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The following text is the first two chapters of Vanessa’s Sacrifice by Pixie Isobella, a tale of mind-control, bimbofication and breeding. It’s the sequel to Vanessa’s Fall (link). If you like it, you can get the complete e-book in the All These Roadworks store right now for only $9.99 USD! (Click here to view in store.)

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Chapter 1

‘Your training starts now.’

The man speaking was Mr Arden, my new owner. I was standing in a luxurious study-lounge in his mansion, trapped between him and his security men guarding the door. Of course, I was really trapped by so much more — my vulnerability to the mind control drugs I had been taking for months, my attraction to Mr Arden and beyond that, my fears for my sister Layla.

I had sacrificed myself to save my little sister, and nothing else mattered.

‘Joshua,’ Mr Arden beckoned his chief of security forward.

The big man walked up to me. I could dodge past him but I knew there were still two or three men on the door. Too many for me to deal with, even if I could contemplate breaking my word and trying to escape.

I shivered to feel Joshua standing so close to me. Only a couple of hours earlier, he had been fucking me in my apartment — a way for him to pass the time while ‘guarding’ me.

‘Tinkerbell will serve our guests tonight,’ Mr Arden said. ‘We need to get her ready.’

My name is Vanessa but Mr Arden calls me Tinkerbell to humiliate me.

‘Yes, boss,’ Joshua said. His voice was calm but I could see from the slight smile on his face that he was looking forward to ‘training’ me. I guess probably only sadistic men who like degrading women choose to work for Mr Arden.

Both the men turned to look at me. I bit my lips, forcing myself to stand still, as Mr Arden stroked gentle fingers down the side of my face, smoothing my hair away from my eyes.

‘I have a gathering once or twice a month,’ Mr Arden said to me. ‘A exclusive soiree you could call it,’ he smiled. ‘With a small number of elite guests. Sometimes men from my board but mostly old acquaintances and some clients.’

He smiled at me again. ‘Men only, of course. You’ll be one of the only women in the room, my dear.’ His eyes dropped to my breasts, an admiring smile shaping his mouth. ‘It’ll be a new experience for you. I’m sure they’ll appreciate your…,’ he paused for effect before continuing, ‘your attributes.’

I swallowed, feeling the flutter of fear across my skin.

‘You’re horrible,’ I said, my lips dry with fear.

I was wondering whether I had in fact made a huge mistake. Actually, I knew I had made a huge mistake. But I still didn’t think I had had much choice, not given that I had needed to save my sister Layla from a similar fate at the hands of the sadistic Boulder.

‘Regretting saving your sister?’ Mr Arden asked with uncanny perspicacity. Of course, he did have mind control powers, so there’s that.

‘No,’ I said flatly, meeting his eyes with my own hard stare. ‘She’s worth everything.’ I wasn’t sure it was wise to let him see how much I cared about her, but I also didn’t think I had much choice. He knew how important she was to me.

‘Boulder will catch up with her eventually,’ he shrugged, voicing my own private fear. ‘I give her a few months at best before he tracks her down. Then she’ll be his plaything and you’ll still be here, pleasing me.’

‘Layla’s smart,’ I said, trying to convinced myself almost more than him. ‘And she knows about the danger.’

I had made sure that part of my deal with Mr Arden was for his security staff to brief Layla about the threat posed by Boulder and Garnet, my former owners. I had also made sure they didn’t tell her anything about me except that I was safe and happy. I did not want her coming back across the border in a misguided and useless attempt to save me.

‘Of course,’ Mr Arden said as if presenting me with a genuine option, ‘she would be safe with me. I could just go after her right now.’ His gaze flickered up and down my body again, clearly mentally stripping me naked. ‘You’d both make a fine addition to my stable. Sisters are very popular, especially when they’re as similar to look at as you both are. I would keep you both for a long time.’

‘No way,’ I snapped, hating him. ‘She’s not…’ I paused, my suppressed fury making it hard for me to talk. ‘She’s not a piece of meat you can capture and enslave. She’s a person and she’s going to have her own life.’

‘If you say so,’ Mr Arden shrugged before taking a sip of his drink. ‘It’s a shame, because sisters do fetch a good price.’ He winked at me. ‘Especially after I’ve fixed them up. Once I’d had my fun, I could have sold you as a matched set for a very fine amount.’

‘You can’t sell people,’ I snapped, knowing that this debate was ridiculous.

I belonged to him now and he could sell me if he chose to. He sold people all the time — he was wealthy and well connected enough that no-one cared, and of course to him they weren’t people. They were dolls and ‘breeders’, women kidnapped and mind controlled into perpetual servitude.

‘Of course I can,’ Mr Arden smiled silkily, like a snake. ‘You left your other sister to perish, didn’t you? Her name was Rochelle, wasn’t it? I’ve heard from one of my spies. Did you know that she took ten men on her first night in captivity? Boulder lined all his men up in a row, and they just rammed themselves into her one after the other. Getting as much of their seed into her as they could, and forcing some submission into her at the same time.’

I swallowed, biting my lips together, hating him. He was trying to make me feel bad — and, in truth, I did feel bad — but also I had only had the chance to save one of my sisters. Given the choice, I would always save Layla. I had to. She was my little sister. It was my job to keep her safe.

‘Boulder has pumped Rochelle full of those new fertility drugs that Garnet has been developing in her labs,’ Mr Arden informed me with a pleased smile. Enjoying his power over me. ‘Your sister will be breeding in no time. A fine obedient incubator for Garnet to profit from and her scientists to research on. Do you want to have a bet how many babies Garnet can get out of her in the next five years?’

‘I’m not letting you guilt me,’ I said softly but firmly. ‘Between the two of us, you’re clearly the worse person here. You keep unwilling women as slaves. I’m just the idiot who got trapped in the middle of all of this.’

Mr Arden shrugged again, clearly unconcerned.

‘They’re not usually unwilling, in the end at least,’ he said, a flicker of evil humour in his eyes. He put down his glass with a sharp click. ‘Well, then, if I can’t persuade you to turn your sister in, I guess we’ll just have to start your training.’

Chapter 2

‘They’re not usually unwilling, in the end at least,’ he said, a flicker of evil humour in his eyes. He put down his glass with a sharp click. ‘Well, then, if I can’t persuade you to turn your sister in, I guess we’ll just have to start your training.’

He nodded to Joshua and I swallowed as the mood in the room shifted towards action.

‘Cut her clothes off her. I want…’ he looked at me assessingly. ‘I want her still dressed like this, like she would look in the street. Cut big holes so the men can access all the important parts of her.’

‘Yes, boss,’ Joshua said laconically.

Joshua approached me with a pair of strong scissors and I trembled, forcing myself to stand still. He stood in front of me, meeting my eyes with a mocking expression in his own. I knew what he was saying to me without him needing words.

Look at you. You think you’re a person but we’re about to prove to you that you’re not.

Joshua was looking forward to humbling me, humiliating me, and I flushed hotly to know that I had to obey him. Most of Mr Arden’s girls are forced to obey. But me — I had chosen to be here.

I thought Joshua would start with my t-shirt but he didn’t. Instead, he easily snipped through both my bra straps at the shoulder, before running a greedy hand underneath my shirt. Practised fingers unclipped the hooks at the back, and then he pulled the bra right off me, tossing it onto the floor. I flinched as I felt my naked breasts — huge since Mr Arden’s ‘treatments’ — pushing out against the shirt fabric.

Joshua smiled down at me, a knowing glint in his eye, and I wondered how often he had done this for Mr Arden. Tortured, undressed, groped, fucked a girl who he knew was unwilling. Perks of the job, he had said smugly earlier in the day. I guessed he probably didn’t think of me as a person either.

He ran the scissors back and forth across my erect nipples through the t-shirt fabric, and I flushed hotter, hating how I had to stand still, obedient, submissive for him to touch.

‘Nice hooters, love,’ he said. ‘They make you an almost worthwhile addition to the room.’ He used his eyes to demonstrate all the priceless furniture and expensive fittings. ‘The boss doesn’t let women in the house unless their tits are worth it.’

I swallowed, hating him as he kept scraping the blade of the scissors across my nipples as if he owned them.

‘I’m a person,’ I said, knowing it was a mistake.

Joshua shrugged, clearly finding me amusing and pointless. ‘No,’ he said flatly. ‘You’re not. As you will discover soon enough. No man in this house is going to treat an animal like you as a person.’

I bit my lip, forcing myself to be quiet, flinching as Joshua cut a small hole in my t-shirt. I felt the cool of the scissors against my skin and I made myself stand unmoving as he easily cut a large hole on the front of my t-shirt for my breasts to fall through. Soon my breasts were fully naked, the big nipples hardening even further in the open air, the large oval-shaped hole in my t-shirt framing them against my body.

‘Legs apart,’ Joshua said flatly, squatting in front of me, and I flushed as I obeyed, hating how vulnerable I felt. From across the room, I could see Mr Arden’s appreciative, self-satisfied smile as he looked at my now-naked breasts and I flushed hotly.

The fabric of my jeans was thick and strong, but Joshua’s scissors were heavy duty, and soon I felt myself flushing worse as he cut down either side of the zipper, using a pair of small metal cutters to easily cut the zipper in half just below the waistband of the trousers. I winced, forcing myself to stand still, watching the ceiling, as Joshua cut the crotch out of my jeans.

‘Get her holes nice and available,’ Mr Arden said, watching with a satisfied smirk from his vantage point next to the imitation open-fire. ‘I’ve got a few clients coming tonight who haven’t had one of my girls for a while. They’ll appreciate the treat.’

Joshua sniggered, and I blushed again as I felt him feeling me up through my panties. He had tossed aside a section of my jeans cloth, and I knew from the cool air against my skin that my buttocks and mound were now fully visible and accessible.

‘She’s wet,’ he called out, and I flushed furiously red, hating that I had to stand here as Joshua’s probing fingers felt me up through my panties.

‘Get her panties off,’ Mr Arden said, sounding amused at his employee’s groping my pussy.

Joshua cut through my panties easily, tossing the fabric aside and grinning up at me.

‘I probably won’t get you tonight,’ he said, a leering promise in his eyes. ‘You’ll finish up tonight in the boss’ bed or chained to the bed of a client. But I’ll definitely do you tomorrow.’ He turned his head to speak to his boss. ‘Are we leaving the tracking device inside her?’

‘Yes,’ Mr Arden said. ‘The men can fuck her with it inside her. She’ll feel it but it won’t damage her.’

No, I thought helplessly. It’s too big. Actually, I didn’t want the tracking device inside me. It felt humiliating to wear a tracking device inside my cunt so that Mr Arden and his security team would know where I was at all times.

‘Please,’ I whispered. ‘It’s too big.’

‘You’ll get used to it, Tinks,’ Mr Arden chuckled easily, unconcerned as his eyes met my eyes. ‘You’ll be tighter but it’ll help you stretch and stay supple. And the men can use its vibration if they want it for their pleasure.’

I’m not your toy, I wanted to cry at him, but that would have been silly, because of course I was his toy.

Mr Arden rang a bell on the mantelpiece, and soon a smartly dressed waiter entered the room.

‘Bring food for my new pet, please,’ Mr Arden told the man, and I flinched — both at him calling me a pet and to hear his politeness to his servants. He’s a good boss, Joshua had said earlier today. He likes his staff to be satisfied.

His politeness to the servant only emphasised how humiliating his treatment of me was, that he did not even bother being polite to me.

Soon, the man returned with two medium-sized bowls and a mat that he placed on the floor near Mr Arden’s feet. I watched uneasily — one of the bowls appeared to contain water and the other contained some kind of mash. Mr Arden clearly saw my unease and smiled nastily at me.

‘Pets eat on the floor,’ he said. ‘Drop to all fours and crawl across to me, animal.’

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