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The Fever ((Wrath and Vivid))

Vivid Fizz

Vivid Fizz

Supernova
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Oct 17, 2009
A dull pain thudded in Sabrina’s temples and she groaned as she finally came to. The stench of many other unwashed bodies surrounded her. This was not the smell of where she had been last. The last place she was at was under a few pieces of large cardboard and ratty blankets beneath the underpass near the Dunkin Donuts. A hand came up through her matted hair and she winced. Once her curls were magnificent. Now the vivid strawberry blonde locks had dreaded with muck and the color was hidden by a layer of grime.

The cage she was in was small. She, even at her height of 5’6”, had to crouch in it. Sabrina looked around. Periwinkle eyes slid in and out of focus. Around her were other women in cages. Most were naked and had a layer of filth on them that didn’t look like it could be scrubbed off. The beautiful young woman scrunched up her nose at the sight and thanked God that she was still in the jeans and tank top she had been abducted in.

Three weeks she had been running. Three weeks she had been on the streets. Ever since her parent’s death she had been escaping this fate. She groaned and grabbed the bars, pressing her head against it. The cool bars felt wonderful on her burning skin. A man in a tweed suit pushed his cane inside, jabbing her in one of her double Ds harshly.

“Fuck off!” she snapped at the man. He rolled his eyes at her and walked off. Apparently he didn’t like spunk. That was fine with her. If no one decided to buy her she would be just fine. This was not HER life. She had grown up in a privileged home. This was for those of a lower social yolk.

Sabrina Lynnette Duval was not some lowly slut.
 
Sabrina pulled her head away, trying to avoid the collar. The vendor was skilled with dealing with slaves and easily got the device around her neck. “I am not a dog!” she insisted. Her face was bright red from her frustration.

She flashed him a sweet smile. Her teeth were white and strait. Years of dentistry to make sure she had the perfect smile. The smile was not because she was trying to win over her new master. On the contrary. This meant that she was less than pleased with what was going on.

“Take this stupid collar off of me and I may tell you,” she replied.

Easily she was pulled from the cage. It had been days since she had eaten last and she had been physically weakened. Right now she knew it would be best if she allowed herself to be dragged around until she could convince this man that there was a mistake. She did not belong here. She belonged in a villa in the south of France.
 
Sabrina's eyes widened. Food. Even the mention of it sent her stomach to rumbling. Damn it. If she wasn't so starving she may have drawn out that little game for longer. The beautiful blonde openly scowled at him when he told her she had a pretty smile. That was not going to help her rid herself of this man. Another loud rumble came from her innards and she sighed. There was no use in being stubborn about her name. Perhaps he would even recognize it.

"Sabrina," she said in a small snap. "Sabrina Lynette Duval. I am not some stupid slave either."

She felt the need to add that last bit in. To let him know that she was not going to play his games when he got her home. The girl did not cook, clean, sew, or any other 'womanly duties'. Nor did she sing or dance for anyone's amusement. No. She had not been trained as most slaves had been. She knew how to read, write, and intended to go to college. Her daddy's money was going to get her into a good school.

"Can we get a move on back to your place? I want something to eat. These brutes have refused to feed me until I 'behaved'. I haven't eaten in days."
 
Sabrina gave an undignified grunt as he pulled her along like some mutt. It took everything she had not to grab a hold of the leash and pull to try and get away. Even with the prospect of food at his place the idea of freedom was almost too tempting to pass up. Besides she was hopeful. He said her name sounded familiar. Anyone who was in the upper ring of the city instead of the crust, like those ignorant handlers, would realize that she was someone of importance.

The reason she remained fully clothed was because, when the slavers attempted to strip her, she gave them hell. Since she was practically useless they did not want to mar her. Physical beauty was all that she had and marks across her body would not help her.

It was a long walk for someone who had nary anything to eat or drink for days. By the time the pair reached the house, she was completely exhausted. He was nearly dragging her to the gate. Despite her weakened body and near delirious state, she recognized the fence. It was her house! Though, as she approached, her face fell a little and she glowered up at him. Tacky! The changes made were completely and utterly gross.

But that hardly mattered. He HAD noticed who she was and brought her back.

“I knew someone with standing would recognize my name!” she said. “Thank you for taking me home. You can remove this annoying collar now.”

It did not click in her head that this was not her home anymore. That this man had been the one to send her parents to their untimely demises. That this man had stolen her fortune.
 
This confused him. His home? She turned to face him. Confusion and fear played out in her eyes despite the blank slate that was the rest of her face. The cogs worked slowly in her head. Ugh! If only she had food in her system she would have been able to piece things together. At least come to understand why. She made a stab in the dark.

“So you realized who I was and ’bought’ me to bring me back to my old house from pity?” Sabrina looked around and held her head. This place had changed so much in the scant weeks she had been away. The automatically locking doors were a change she did not like. The sound made her feel so helpless and… trapped.

Just as she turned to take in the rest of the house, she was tackled by a pack of dogs. Easily she fell to the floor and was licked and sniffed by the eager canines. She on the other hand let out a shriek. Unless they fit into purses, Sabrina hated dogs. They were such messy and filthy creatures. If given the chance they would sleep in their own filth. At least there tongue were licking off some of the dirt that had caked on to her body.

“Get off!” she whined, scampering back to get away from the friendly animals. “Call your mutts off, alright? I already have a layer of grime on me!”

Somehow she managed to pull herself up, looking rather accosted. It seemed that beneath the coating of dirt was flawless peaches and cream skin. A sleeved arm came up and wiped the slobber from her face, revealing more of that soft skin.

“Have you changed the location of the showers?” she asked as her hands moved up. Fiddling with the clasp and buckle she attempted to remove the collar. “Or are they the same as they were before? Before dinner I would love to shower. Hopefully you did not mess with my room, as I need fresh changes of clothes.”
 
A quick jolt of pain went through her body, sending her to her knees. Though it was only a fast little electric shock her body was trembling and her muscles twitch. What the Hell was that?! Anger flashed on her face. She was going to make sure that company that sold her got ripped to shreds. There had to be cruelty laws against such devices. There were for animals. Women should not be treated worse than the family pet. At least not the ones born of high society.

When he removed the collar her hand jumped towards her neck to rub the skin. It was tender and she winced at her own touch. “My skin is burnt!” she exclaimed. Perhaps she was being a little melodramatic but she was very, very vain about her beauty. Tears actually formed in her eyes. “I don’t want to be hideous!”

Though, her attitude quickly changed when he spoke. Come to love it like her old home? It WAS her own home. It should have been her home. Her eyes narrowed on him and she shook her head. Yet she decided to say nothing. At least not yet. Dinner was a wonderful prospect and she was smart enough to know that if she wanted it, she wouldn’t be smarting off just yet.

“I am sure that I will,” she replied with a roll of her eyes. Without so much as a word of consent she began to walk up the stairs, gripping the railing so she did not faint from her lightheadedness. As she walked her firm, heart shaped rear moved side to side. The girl’s body was gorgeous. Daddy had paid for the best personal trainer for her. Even women of the upper class needed to be as beautiful as they could. Her breasts were naturally large, round, and firm and bounced within the ratty sweater. “I am likely going to be up there for a good, long while.”
 
This was how it was supposed to be! He even spoke of another slave getting her a fresh change of clothes. Though if Sabrina were wiser she may have been able to read between the lines. Her new master had no intentions of setting her free but she was convinced that he was. As he followed her, she shot him an annoyed look.

“I DO know the way around my OWN house,” she said. A scoff in her voice signaled that she was in complete disbelief that he could be so daft. With a sight she peeled of the denim bolero before opening the door to the bathroom. Thank goodness nothing much had changed inside. “I will be a good, long while. I have never been so filthy in my entire life! My hair is going to take decades to untangle!”

Normally her hair was waist length red golden curls. With all of the dirt and the slime caked into it, it appeared to be brown and lifeless and was so knotted that it came up to her mid back. How derelict she must have appeared! Slamming the door in his face she began to strip, more like peel, the clothes from her body. It took a lot of work to get them off. The pieces were absolutely disgusting.

Blasting the shower on high she jumped in and began to scrub. Every last inch of her was treated to the same rough cleaning. Though she hated putting that much force against her perfect skin, Sabrina knew that it was the only way she would be completely clean. Her hair was the biggest chore and it wasn’t until the water ran ice cold that she was completely finished with her scrubbing, shaving, and brushing.

Shivering she stepped out, not bothering to put her clothes in the laundry shute. There were actual slaves to do that.
 
Sabrina gasped. She heard the roar of the fire and, even though it lasted on a second, she knew what had happened to her clothes. They had been destroyed. Quickly her mind worked towards a reasonable solution. The clothes had been so dirty that there had been no point in cleaning them, yes. Goosebumps rose on her skin and she shivered desperately. Tears started to form in her eyes. Of course! There had to be a reasonable explanation! He surely was not going to keep her as a slave.

Her face turned bright red and she whirled around to see her new owner looking at her. Not only was he looking at her but he was telling her that she had an option in what she wore. Of course she did! The tears fell and streaked her cheeks. Anger was burning with in her, so bright that she was actually crying over it. Her face contorted and she grabbed the red dress, nearly pushing the obedient green haired girl out of the way. Quickly she stuffed herself into the dress. She needed some sort of cover.

“What is the meaning of this!” she bellowed at him. With her arm trapped over her head from the piece of fabric, he breasts were full exposed for a moment. They were large, round, and firm. It almost appeared as if her father had bought them for her before his demise, however, upon close inspection it would be clear that they were natural. “Where are my actual clothes!?”

Finally she managed to squeeze herself into the short dress. It was small and her amazing tits were pushing up, as if trying to burst forward. She pulled it up but found that when she did that her ass and shaven pussy were fully exposed.

“What the hell?!”
 
Flawless?! Her eyes flashed in anger and hate. How she wanted to started punching and kicking this audacious man! Delicate hands balled into tight fists. Her nails dug into her skin but she hardly cared. The pain was only temporary. "My ass and tits are hanging out! I look like some slut out on the street corner! I want actual clothes!"

Her foot came down as she stomped. Three times she stomped. A high pitched squeal emitted from her tightly drawn lips. Sabrina was on the edge of having a complete and utter meltdown. Like some child she stomped some more. The prospect of food was the only thing that was keeping her remotely under control. Instead of directing her anger at her master, she turned to the green haired girl, eyes flashing dangerously. "And you call yourself a woman! More like some sniveling little girl."

The perfect little nose on her face went in the air and her arms crossed over her chest. "Dinner best be delicious. I have not eaten in days. I feel faint." If she acted this way when she felt as if she was going to pass out, how fiery was she when she had proper nourishment?!
 
“I guess if it is only temporary,” she pouted. “But really I would like something more covering.”

The beautiful young woman whirled around and glared at the woman with the tacky hair. The thing was probably older than her and obviously not as beautiful as Sabrina. With a roll of her eyes she gave the woman the up and down, making sure the disgust on her face deepened with every second of looking at her. No words were needed. Then her hand went up to the new collar and gave it a pull.

“Damn it!” she snarled. “I don’t want to wear this!”

She followed him. His tone was not lost on her and she resented him more for her. He lived in her old house and now was ordering her around. “Take this collar off!” she demanded. “I will not wear such a demeaning thing in my own house!”

She sat down and glared at him.
 
He had blatantly told her no. She crossed her arms in front of her chest. Well, well, well... if she had the energy she would have most certainly let him know what she thought about that. However she was not going to lose a meal. Not when she felt so weak and needed the food in her belly. Sabrina glared at him but was genuinely attempting to smile. Her stomach gave a loud growl and she held it.

"I don't want to be-" she started in a whine. However her words were interrupted by another rumble. The anger that burned on her face was evident. If she wanted to be fed she was going to have to reduce herself to some sniveling little trollop. Like his other slaves. She closed her eyes, took a steadying breath, and licked her lips. Her hands clenched and unclenched and she trembled from the terrible anger that pumped through her. "I do not want to be hungry. Please, I would like something to eat very much."

It likely wasn't the begging that he was wanting to hear but this was the first time she had to do it. Plus she was about to explode.
 
Sabrina was not pleased with what she was given. After days without eating she had become ravenous. It was smarter that she only ate small portions until her stomach stretched out again. However she thought there would be something a little more substantial to the meal other than broth. There was not even bread to go with it! She frowned down at it. She looked for her spoon but found none. At this she groaned. This was a part of the training. She remembered seeing her father's slaves go through it. Silverware was for people. Women were less than people. This bothered her to no end.

The beautiful young girl gripped the bowl and pressed her lips around the rim. Carefully she began to sip at the liquid. Despite the quality it was the best thing she had ever tasted. That was likely because she was starving. In a few, quick, gulps she had swallowed it all. A sigh escaped her lips as she placed it down on the table. Her stomach was still rumbling and now a sick feeling was starting to churn. Ugh. Even broth was too much when she drank it so fast. But she was still so very hungry. She eyed his dinner desperately. This was a horrible thing to do to her and she fought the urge to push his meal off of the table.

Now fed, she decided to speak out a little more. "Excuse me. But I am not anyone's property. As you read, I am a McMahon. Even if my father's millions have disappeared they are still technically mine. So I suggest you let me go. I am a woman of breeding and not one of your little... toys."
 
"Huh?" she questioned.

Her head was starting to swim and her hand flew to it. Had she said McMahon? McMahon was the last name of her one childhood friend. Duval was what she said... didn't she? The sound of his voice also sounded funny. Like he was under water. What was going on? Another hand went to cradle her head. What was this?! What was happening to her?! If she didn't feel so strange she may have panicked. Now she was slumping over in her chair, eyes closed. She was not quite asleep but her body was limp.

"I don't want... want... to be your..." a small grunt came from her lips and she moved to lay her head on the table, "your whore. I don't want... kids..."

Her breathing was starting to become slow and steady. Soft sleepy murmurs came from her. Rest. That is what she needed.
 
There was a dull throb in her head as she slowly came to. Someone had shouted at her. It was distorted still but it got her attention. She tired to lift her limbs to stretch but they were so heavy. Or at least they felt heavy. In her half awake state she did not realize that she was completely bound, spread eagle, and on a cold table. Beneath her bottom there was some wetness. The diodes did their job and had made her body ready for her ‘breeding’ duties.

It was this strong arousal that had snapped her out of her haze. Her eyes shot open and she pulled at her restraints keeping her pinned to the table. As she took in her surroundings she realized that she was not in her house any more. Or so she thought. This type of thing was not in the house before she was forced out of it and into the streets. The stimulation caused the points where the diodes to jump ever so slightly.

“What is this all?” she asked. The panic in her voice rose with each word. “Where the hell am I? What are you doing to me?!”
 
The tightening around her neck scared her the most and she found herself becoming deathly still. Not that it mattered. All of her struggling had made the binds become might tighter and she could not move anyway. Her lips trembled and tears fell down her cheeks. This was it, huh? She was going to spend the rest of her life strapped to a table so he could fuck her any time he wanted. The transmitters became stronger and the muscles around them constricted.

“Uh!” she gasped loudly. That strong pulse caused a vivid and terrifying sensation to shoot from her nipples, pink and now hard, to her already dripping slit. As he stepped back her eyes widened. That was a HUGE needle.

“Nooooooo!” she exclaimed as he approached her with it. She could tell that he was lying. He would not take the device out of her. This man would not want his breeder to run away! Still, hope shined in her eyes and she bit her lip. “I would like it out, yes, but I don’t know what is in that needle. I don’t want a shot.”
 
“Ouch!” she exclaimed. His index finger was pressing into her nipple while his hand turned her breast. Her she could have squirmed she would have but the table kept her body pulled taught. She watched the needle closely. Needles had always frightened her. Ever since she was a little girl they had scared her. Now, under these circumstances, they positively terrified her. “Don’t do that! It hurts!”

She went quiet as he began to speak once more as she considered his word. So the serum in the needle would dissolve the chip inside of her that prevented her from escaping. She weighed the pro and cons. That shot was still terrifying her. They caused pain and, in all honesty, she could not trust anything here. The soup had been drugged.

“I… I… well,” she stammered and swallowed harshly. “I don’t want either! Please, isn’t there something else I can do? I wouldn’t mind being a maid. One of those other girls would love to be your personal breeder!”
 
Sabrina did not want to be breeder. The idea of it was completely and utterly terrifying. What would happen to her body after all of those children? Surely she would not be as beautiful. A part of her was fearful. What would happen to her after this was all said and done and he decides that she is used up? Would he sell her and get a newer, more beautiful slave? It hurt.

She gave a jump as his finger moved against her slit. He would find it literally dripping because of the diodes constant stimulation. How she wished she could squirm away or shut her legs. Now she was completely open for him. He could do whatever he wanted and that made her weep. He taunted her with the needle again and she bit her lips and shook her head almost violently.

“I don’t want any goddamned needle!” she exclaimed as she remained torn between the shot and the prospect of being nothing but a whore. Was this what she was coming to? This fate was worse than death! Her mind was going back and forth back and forth… “FINE!” she finally exclaimed. “I’ll bear your bastard fucking child.”
 
Sabrina bit her lip and shivered. What a horrible choice she had just made! Though she was certain it was the best one, a feeling of fear and self loathing filled her. A small, insignificant needle had brought her to her knees. She glared at him as he circled her defenseless body. A cum dumpster?! That was a horrible thing to call her!

Eyes widened as two fingers slipped inside of her. As well lubed as she was, her vaginal walls were still unbelievably tight. Her lips twitched as she closed her eyes as he began to tweak and turn her nipple, hoping to hell that he didn’t press it in like he did with the other one.

“Don’t be so rude to me!” she said through gritted teeth. “Cum dumpster… that is just disgusting!”
 
She gave a yelp as his finger went deeper to explore her tightness. It hit something inside of her that was extremely sensitive. That poke nearly was painful! Muscles clamped down on his digits as she tensed. She shook her head almost violently. Tears streaked down her face and she was trembling; actually trembling in fear. The diodes pulsed and she yelped again. How she wished she had not agreed to this.

She gritted her teeth as her captor twister her nipple harder. Her body wanted to twist away and her muscles made the efforts to do so but she was stuck in place. How she hated this! A frustrated scream came from her and she glared up at him. How dare he!

"I deserve some respect!" she said. "Even property deserves some recognition. You wouldn't piss on your floors, would you?!"
 
Sabrina bit down on her lip as his actions shifted. No longer where they rough. There was a strange tenderness to them and she found, to her extreme confusion, that it felt good. His mouth suckled on a nipple and that elicited a coo, soft and subtle, to come from the brazen lass. As his thumb circled and rubbed her clit, he would find that it was swollen already. His fingers were causing liquid fire to go through her.

“No… no… no…” the beautiful strawberry blonde whimpered loudly. She did not like it that he was making her feeling so good. Yet she was coming to accept it slowly. Very slowly. The more he rubbed at her insides, the wetter she became. It seemed like she was built to be a fuck toy; this extreme wetness normally showed the ability for female ejaculation. “Mercy!”
 
Her noises of resistance soon faded into throaty moans and desperate gasps. Minutes before she had decided to give in, just a little. There was no point in trying not to have pleasure at this point. What was going to happen was going to happen, no matter how much she fought it. Toes pointed and she groaned louder and louder.

“Please, please,” she begged. “I am not sure that I… ahhhh…. like this!”

Sweat was starting to form on her brow and it trickled down the side of her face. Her whole body was shivering, unable to do the thrashing that it desperately wanted to do.
 
Higher, higher, higher he took her. The diode on her left nipple was causing her untold amounts of pleasure to go through her. As did his fingers. How could such a horrible, disgusting person cause such sensations? It was too ironic for her to bare! Sabrina made a slew of noises as he brought her closer to that apex of pure carnal delight. Her chest heaved up and down and a puddle was rapidly former beneath her.

Closer, closer, closer she was. Although she had never felt this before she knew what was happening. Her father had enough slaves for her to know how it sounded as a girl was quickly crowning on an orgasm. It was almost blinding bliss. Her face contorted into a mask of pure ecstasy.

And then, as soon as she was about to burst, it stopped. “Why… why did you stop?” she whined loudly. “I thought you didn’t care about what I wanted!” How cruel was this?! This bastard was playing her and pulling around! The beautiful miss fumed.
 
Eyes shot open wide as he began to strip. Her whole body was trembling. Fear and anger fought it out with one another. How dare he pull away when she was so close to release? If he would have brought her over that edge she would have been much, much happier with him. Perhaps she would have even been more submissive. Every inch of flesh he revealed made her fear much more potent. Beneath the clothes was a hot, strong body. One that was going to be used against hers.

"Oh!" she exclaimed as her eyes landed on the large, hard cock that hung between his legs. Sabrina knew that it was huge for a penis and that it would likely hurt as he put it in. She braced herself. Every muscle in her body tightened but that would hurt her even more. She didn't know that. "Don't be too rough!"
 
A sharp cry came from her. He pushed his way in, only about an inch or two, but enough to tear at the tightness. Enough to cause her pain and he had not even broken through her hymen. Sabrina swore loudly and she kicked her legs a little. With them free she could now move them around as she wished. The long and beautiful stems were sore from their confinement.

“Ouch!” she exclaimed as he pushed himself further. “Ow,ow, ow!”

Tears formed in her eyes but she shot daggers at the man who was tormenting her with her virginity. “Stop being so rough! You’re hurting me!”
 
Tears ran down her face and she closed her eyes. Desperately she tried to relax. If it would make her feel better then it was worth a shot. Yet that idea was shattered almost completely. In that moment he thrust without mercy into her. A single, brutal movement broke through that skin. It hurt! Pain came with every thrust afterward. He was giving her no time to adjust! The walls of her pussy clamped down on him, choking and milking his cock as it pumped in and out of her. His length was coated in a thin layer of her virgin’s blood.

“But it hurts so bad!” she cried out. “How will this ever feel good?!”
 
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