Competition Breeds Excellence in Captivity

By the third week I had gradually became confident enough with my security measures and Zarina’s docility, so I stopped keeping her constantly locked in a position of bondage. Zarina’s wounds must have hurt too much and she never had any energy to spare, so I was less apprehensive about her trying something. In her first days she had struggled against her restraints and would always instinctively strain against them while in pain. Now she spent most of her days sagging in whatever position I left her in, sobbing to herself. For my part, I doubt many men had ever had this much sex in their lives, so I needed more breaks myself. If Zarina’s wrists and ankles were not locked down after a sex and torture session, she tried to curl up into the fetal position and would cry herself to sleep. I started bringing her to bed with me with her wrists locked behind her back, so that I could keep my cock through her ring gag all night. In due course, some nights she did not earn that privilege. Other times my sexual organs were too sensitive, or I was feeling cruel and left her all night in predicament bondage or a stress position to reinforce a particular lesson she had proven to be an insufficient student of.

I should note though that to this day I am still insecure about one of my sex slaves turning on me in a split second. So from the start, I had planned for multiple forms of security. The most basic was the ubiquitous psychological threat posed by rooms full of instruments to punish an errant slave. I wanted to believe I had seemingly beaten Zarina’s dangerous instincts out of her in the first weeks. Even so, one trump card I had hidden from Zarina was built right into her wrist and ankle cuffs. From the outside appearances, the neoprene was easy to wash, and it waterproofed the incredibly sturdy alloy inside. But the hidden trick up both our proverbial sleeves was the lithium battery inside the alloy and retractable copper prongs that could shoot through the neoprene and deliver a shock strong enough to drop a farm animal much larger than any woman. 

I had discretely hidden wireless chargers in the squat racks and bondage furniture, behind the attachment points for Zarina’s extremities, so the restraints were always ready to deliver the full amount of electricity. The electrical shock could be activated by remote control, voice command or by location. Geofencing is when you use software to define the boundaries of an area, and what the program should do when a GPS or RFID signal crosses one of those lines. On my island, the custom-made cuffs would be activated if any slave ever managed to get more than 100 meters away from or above the island, or onboard my plane. 

Even if I was somehow incapacitated, I could rely on the cuffs as an emergency response if slave girl had tried to get away or make an attempt on my life. During Zarina’s first days of captivity, she made instinctive attempts to free herself or lash out at me when one of her arms or legs was temporarily free while I switched her position. At no point had I needed to resort to deploying the electrical shock of her cuffs, and I preferred to keep her from knowing about this option as another insurance policy.

Because the shock cuffs were a secret, I had to explicitly stomp out any hope of escape, and convince Zarina of the most painful death should she attempt to harm me. If you want to convince someone: show them the facts. Don’t bluff. 

“Throatfuck, do you know where you are?”

Zarina look startled, having been trying to remain completely still, cupping my balls and drooling on them with my soft member tucked in one cheek. She ever so slightly shook her head.

“Where do you think you are?”

“Hell,” she mumbled.

I laughed, “OK, that’s a good answer. But where is hell located? What clues have you picked up on?”

“Ummmm… somewhere tropical, by the ocean. It’s humid out in what you call the courtyard, and I can see what look like jungle trees high above. I can also smell the sea salt in the air outside.”

The flittering of her tongue happened to be just as much stimulation as my shaft could enjoy. Zarina was an observant one. I would have to be careful.

“You have accurate deductive inferences. You are on an island, far away from any country or landmass.”

I could see what little hope she had drain from her pallor. 

“I’ve told you my plan for you: to train you to be my sex slave. So do you think I am going to torture you to death one day?”

Zarina curled up and started mewing again. I reached down and picked at a scab on Zarina’s backside to coax her out of her shell. One of her arms flew out to block me, but she caught herself and balled her hand into a trembling fist. She knew what happens when she tries to parry a blow. I patted her now uncovered breast for that and it made Zarina squeezed out a tear. Her breasts still looked like botched transplants below a face that was comparatively unsullied.

“I think I know your answer, but I’m not going to punish you for only expressing it non-verbally. Because I want you to consider the question for the rest of your life on this island. You are replaceable. I’ve told you before that the torture could be much worse. Do you believe that?”

At first Zarina shook her head and my cock slapped around her cheeks, but then she immediately stopped and began nodding forcefully.

“I hear that burning to death is the most painful way to die. Every room here has been wired to be set ablaze, with enough fuel to burn the whole island for days. But look up! See? I’ve also installed sprinkler systems to put out the flames before you die, but only so I can set you on fire again and again. Normally there’s an acute hypothermia risk after having your skin burnt off, but another fire will warm you up just in time. I’ll make sure it takes so long that it might actually be an infection that puts you out of your misery, from sepsis causing multiple organ failure. This fire system will ignite automatically when I die, unless I decide to let you live out the rest of your life.”

I think Zarina could tell that I was not bluffing. I didn’t need to give her any information on how the system monitored my vitals. 

“Think of how much money I spent to build this whole island, just the way I like it. In my will as it stands, all that money will go towards capturing your family and old friends, and any innocent person who happens to be around them at the time. It wasn’t hard for me to acquire you. They’ll be handed over to some people who are honestly more evil and filled with a vendetta against you than I am. But the payments to these savages will be annual, because I have left them instructions to slowly torture your family and closest friends to death over the course of years.”

I stared hard into Zarina’s watery eyes and drank in the bottomless wells of horror.