A Shift in Power (AndNich123 and Ladydark)

“I want you to go in there and wake her up now. Use this,” she says handing him a cattle prod. He narrows his eyes looking at the device. “A few slaps to her face would wake her up just fine.”
“I know that. I want her to suffer. Once she’s awake, put this around her neck.”
“Is this the collar I designed?”
“Yes, but I’ve made one tiny change to it.”
“I noticed. You gave it more power? Why?”
“More of a shock. If she so much as breathes too loudly, her body will feel the shock. Now. Get in there, wake her up, put the collar on, and then fuck her until you cum. Make sure you cum inside her. I want her pregnant. When you cum, shove your cock down her throat. Make her suck every drop off and get you hard again. Then. Fuck her again. I want raw and stuffed full of your cum. Got it?”
“What if she screams?”
“That’s what the collar is for. She won’t scream. Now go. I have to get back to work. I need to make a few phone calls. Abby disappears into her office at home. The man enters a room where Anastasia has been tied down spread eagle and is naked. He presses the cattle prod to her neck and presses the button. Her face turns red as she screams opening her eyes. “Wh-What’s going on? No please,” she pleads as he locks the collar in place. “Scream, and you suffer.” She doesn’t believe him. Screaming her entire body convulses on the bed uncontrollably. “I warned you.” He climbs between her legs and wastes no time with foreplay. He starts pounding away on her as if he were a robot, not even looking at her, as she silently cries.

Abby dials Atoshi from the next room. Looking through two way glass she watches Anastasia’s rape. “Hello Atoshi. I faxed over your copy of the order invoice. I hope everything is as it should be. If it wasn’t, I’m sure you would tell me. Correct?”
 
It had been several hours since Anastasia went missing and Atoshi had everyone out looking, he picks up the phone and call home. "Kimmy... Yea, I have a job for you my sweet... Yes, I need your special skills... Yes, I'll fax home all you'll need to know... This is top secret and I want to be kept up todate... Yes I still have the ear peice... Thank you Kimmy... I'll see you later..." He hangs up an pulls the ear peice from his drawer and sets it in his ear as he gets a phone call, "Kimmy wouldn't be calling back so soon..." He picks it up "Hello... Abigail!" He grips the phone tight he almost growls "The deal is going just fine... But you know that... That isn't why you're really calling... Where is she Quin..."
 
Kimmy quickly gathers what she needs. She knew exactly what he wanted when he referred to her special skills. She had been a master thief at one time. Knowing his home, knowing the score she would make away with, she broke in one evening only to be caught. It took him some time, but he finally trained her well. Now he was in need of those once special skills. She grabbed the paper from the fax machine and headed out.

“Where is who? I have a lot of people at my disposal Atoshi. I’m sure I don’t know what you’re talking about,” she smiled watching Mr. Andrews rape the poor girl yet again. He had hammered into her so hard, so many times already that her thighs were bruised. A burn underneath her neck from where she had cried out, uncontrollably, until her voice was now hoarse as well. The collar was designed so that she would feel the devastating shock, but all the man inside her would feel was a pleasing vibration causing him to cum. So at Abby’s tapping on the glass he would inflict pain on her, or do something else to her, to draw out a scream setting the collar off. He held her nose and mouth until she was red causing her to cry out when he let go. Her nipples had been pinched until he drew blood from her. Her face slapped, her body bruised and burned, she was now a limp, rag doll with cum leaking from her even as he continued to fuck her. Abby rose, still on the phone with him, and made her way to the glass door tapping. Mr. Andrews turned his head looking at her. She held up one finger indicating for him to cum one more time and she pointed to the flogger. Her lips mouthed 85. Cumming deep inside her, he nodded. “Atoshi look. If you’re having problems with your employees that I suggest maybe you need to be a little bit more firm with them. Use a heavy hand,” she told him as the whip cracked again Anastasia’s skin. “And if it’s your new toy you’re searching for, take it from me. She likes to run off. Perhaps now it’s your turn.”
 
"You know damn well who I'm fucking talking about you Bitch!" He stands and starts to pace "I have perfect control over my employees... And I know damn well Anastasia would not just run off... So why not cut the crap and tell me... You took her, and I'm also pretty sure your not exactly wrapping her in bubble wrap..." He glares at the door as there is a knock, he puts her on hold a moment and goes to open it, it was Frank, he let him in and closed the door again, locking it. He tells him to be silent and picks te phone back up "Now you know you have her, I know you have her... So why not make this easy on you and return her... Because if I have to retrieve her myself... You'll wish you'd never met her... You can't imagine the things I'll do to you..." He growls into the phone, he sets it done and mute himself, putting her on speaker so Frank could hear and he could talk to him. He looks at Frank, "Talk..." Frank nods and starts to tell him all he's learned from the restaurant, surveillance camera footage from outside and in, footage of him slipping her the drug and leading her out, he didn't show his face, he was good and there was no plates on the car. "I have someone getting me info on the inside soon.. I want your men ready..." He glares at Frank "Anastasia is off the books... Your goody good cops never find out about her... You understand..." He knew his men were not straight laced anymore, but they still had friends who were.
 
Mr. Andrews finishes with her and discards the whip across her abused body. “My money,” he mouths to Abby. She points to the table. As he picks it up and counts it, he glares back her. “Half?” She nods to him. “Hold on one moment Atoshi. As much as I’m enjoying this playful banter between you and I, I actually do have a business to run.” Putting him on hold, she enters the room. “I already knew where she was. You only did half the work. You only get half.”
“My services are what you pay me for, and you got all them.”
“Find a new line of work then,” she laughs. Before leaving the room, she rackes her fingernails across Anastasia’s sore, beaten body causing her to cry out and receive yet another shock. Her body writhing around from the pain as Abby leaves the room telling her, “You will listen from now on. Won’t you pet?” She picks up the phone once more and takes him off hold. “Now Atoshi. It may be time for you to face facts. She’s nothing more than a pet, and pets run away. They get tired of their Masters, and they find new ones. I wouldn’t be surprised if she was somewhere with cum leaking for her well used sex right now. She’s a whore. A disobedient, well used pet, and she’s left you. Believe me. I understand how you feel. That’s how it goes in this game though. Pets come and go. Find a new one and move on, but please do be in touch if you need anything,” she told him with a lingering smile waiting for his reaction.
 
"It's true... Pets do run away... And leave their crule masters... But Anastasia isn't my pet and never will be... She's my Doll, my play thing and quite loyal, despite your fucked up mind games... You couldn'thd her because you're a weak master, you have to belittle and beat her enough to force her to stay, any Good master can make them stay without un-needed force... As for what she's doing, I'm quite sure you haven't given her a choice... If asked, she'd still want to be a doll, even if it caused her more pain..." He looks to Frank as he speaks, the man still listening "I will have my doll back Quin, if I have to break into your dog house to get it back... Just hope I never get my hands on you..."
 
“Atoshi you would love to get your hands on me wouldn’t you? Admit it. You would love to wrap your hands around my throat, but you know what? It will never happen. You are a Master. I am a Mistress. You have dolls. I have pets. We’re different but the same. There will always be a clear line that divides us, and you will never get your hands on me. I do hope you find her. So that she just how pathetic and weak you are. Good day Atoshi,” she said before hanging up.


Kimmy had positioned herself watching the various people inside when she caught sight of someone being whipped mercilessly. She pressed a button on the side of her earpiece. “Sir. I can see someone inside. She’s being whipped. It looks bad. It looks like her. Wait. Let me….Sir it is her. She’s got your new doll here. Sir don’t come here. Please. You don’t want to see this.”


Angry Mr. Andrews looks around, finally looking up and seeing Kimmy. He has a feeling she works for Atoshi and what she’s doing there. He knows about Atoshi and the kind of man he is. He looks to Abby on the other side of the door. “Cheat me bitch. Let’s see how you like it. “ He looks up to Kimmy and mouths, “Move fast. Anastasia,” he says pointing to her before walking out.
“Sir. It’s been confirmed. It’s her, but you have to move fast. Whatever you’re going to do, do it fast.”
 
Atoshi growls and almost smashes his phone but Frank holds him back, he struggles a few moments "IM GONNA KILL HER... You bitch! I'LL HUNT YOU.... Wait..." He breaks free from Frank and touches his earpiece... "Kimmy... How bad does she... Are you su... Right, send the info to Frank..." He looks to Frank "Move now!" Frank didn't even wait to speak before leaving the room, radioing his men and heading down stairs at top speed, ignoring employees in his way and reaching the garage, he hops in the waiting car and they are off, 8 black panel vans leave the building. They are later joined by 4 more, all sporting POLICE on the sides, Frank was filling them in on what They neede to know and give in them the dirt on Abby's company that Kimmy had sent him. Atoshi paced in his office, talking with Kimmy "They are on their way... Stick close to her... Did you bring a seditive... Good, I don't want her hurt anymore then what that cunt has done... She's gonna be hard enough to fix as is..." He sighs and nods as Kimmy talks, answering when needed.
 
"Yes Sir. When would you like the sedative given? After the cops break in? I can repel straight down to her from where I am, but Sir I don't think she's gonna need it. She looks pretty out of it already." Kimmy watches as she sees Abby enter with another man carrying something. "It's on her ass. I want it covered over and bigger. Much bigger. I want my full name. She is my property, and I want her marked as such. Also install this just under her skin. It's a tracking chip. If she gets out of a certain radius from my command station, she'll receive shocks that make that collar she has on feel like a tickle. I warned you pet," she calls to her. "I told you I would make you mine again and make you pay. Now say it. Who do you belong to?" She moves over to Anastasia slapping her face hard. "Answer me! I don't fucking care if you get shocked or not! Answer me! Now!" Anastasia slowly turned her head back to her and smiled weakly. "ATOSHI!" Abby fumed even as the collar shocked her. When it was over, she punched Anastasia in the face several times knocking her out. "Stupid bitch. Now I have to go clean my hand up. Have it finished by the time I leave my building today." She quickly exits leaving the tattoo artist to set up his equipment.

"Sir. I know you heard that," Kimmy smiles. "I know you heard her answer! Please. They have to get here soon. She's having her tattooed again with a tracking chip embedded under her skin. They have to hurry Sir."
 
Atoshi smiles slightly as he faintly hears Anastasia call out his name, he knew Abby couldn't break her with pain alone, yes, some slaves lived to be beaten, but not Anastasia. "I know Kimmy... Frank is on double time with a police escort... And you give her that shot as soon as she's freed... I don't want her waking up in that pain... And don't worry... They'll get there... Trust me..." He paces a bit more, then calls his personal doctor and tells his to get everything ready at the house for a severally beaten woman who would be arriving there with in 2-3 hours. "Have it ready and start when she gets there, I won't be far behind doc... Of course it wasn't me... She only belongs to me, she was kidnapped... Yes... Yes from my office building... I know, and they are going to pay... I'll see later doc... Bye" he hangs up and talks with Kimmy again "You'll be well rewarded after this Kimmy... You name it..." He knew she wouldn't ask for freedom, she'd been his for a few years now and after she broke, se was free to leave, but she chose to stay and serve, she was one of his loyalist girls.
 
“Thank you Sir,” she smiled. “All I ask for is you and the doll to be happy. Well, and maybe that I can have a little fun with this woman. How dare she hurt what belongs to you.” She quieted down as the artist looked like he was about to begin. He looked over his shoulder, and as he turned to start, several men rushed in dressed in black, pointing guns at him. He dropped to the floor, and Kimmy began her decent down to her. Taking the needle out, she gave her the shot quickly before looking up to Frank. He knew it was her, and worked to free her. The moment she was free, he grabbed her naked form and carried her out quickly. Kimmy followed closely. Reaching one of the vans, he jumped inside with Kimmy and told them to drive. The van took off. Kimmy grabbed a blanket and covered her in Frank’s arms. “The collar. Take it off. Get it off her. I don’t want Sir to see it.” Frank had the device off in no time revealing the severe burns she received from it.

When the van pulled in close to his home, the two were out with Anastasia rushing her inside in no time. Kimmy saw the doctor at the top of the stairs. “This is the one doctor. Please. Take good care of her. Sir is rather fond of her.” The doctor opened the blanket once they were all inside the room with Anastasia resting on the bed. “ What inhuman monster did this?”
“One that will pay. Sir,” she said pressing her earpiece. “She is home.”
 
Alone in his office Atoshi sighed, glad she was safe, and pressed the button after a moment, "I'm on my way... Was Abigail there, was she captured as well..?" He was trying to keep his voice down and calm as he left his office and headed downstairs to the garage, he wanted to appear normal, just leaving early, which he did often. "I want her... Alive..." He got in his car and starred it up "How's my Doll..." He asked a bit softer, knowing only Kimmy was listening.
 
“Sir she’s as okay possible. Severe brusing on her ankles and wrists from the cuffs, across her entire body from the whipping she took, and along her thighs and pelvic region. Clear signs of sexual abuse. She also has a few burns, from various devices, including a shock collar she had around her neck. “ Kimmy rubbed her forehead hating to be telling him all this. “Her face is a bloody mess. She’s been hit several times. Doesn’t even look like her Sir. She already out cold, but I gave her the shot anyway. Abby was going to have her tattooed again, but they got there in time. She whimpers a little, but she’s here Sir. Your doll is home. Just please be safe in your travel to get here.”
 
"Alright... Send Frank out to find Abby... You stay there until I'm there... Then you join him... I should be there shortly and I'll be careful..." Other then running a few lights and speeding Atoshi did pretty well coming home, he jumps from the car before stopping himself and runs inside, he had to see she was safe. He heads to the in-house clinic and walks in, Kimmy stopping him from getting closer "Sir are you sure... She's pretty bad..." He takes Kimmy's hands and removes them from him, "I'm sure Kimmy... Now go help Frank... I want her here ASAP... Do you hear me..." He glares at her but she knew it was for Abby. "Any force needed... As long as she's alive..." With that he lets her go and moves to sit by Ana, looking her over and becoming more enraged, "Details... Doc..." He ground out, he was gripping the bar on her bed.
 
The doctor takes off his glasses and looks at him. “It’s not pretty Atoshi. I’ll start from her head. 15 stitches here, across the hairline. It looks like her head slammed into something pretty hard. Her nose is broken in two places. I’m surprised her jaw wasn’t. I’m still not convinced it isn’t. I haven’t taken any x-rays yet though. Her neck has a second degree burn here from the shock collar they removed from her. The slightest sound coming from her would have set it off with the same power that runs through an electric fence. That’s enough to knock a grown man down, and she was taking it through her neck. Two ribs feel broken. Her lungs seem fine. She’s breathing on her own. Her pelvis and her vagina show signs of mass trauma. She was sexually violated repeatedly. I found massive amounts of semen inside her. There’s brusising, both internally and externally. Some minor ripping of the skin. I’ve stitched her back up already. 18 stitches. Whoever was having sex with her was beyond rough. Her uh….her anus if fine. He didn’t touch her there. Ankles and legs bruised from being restraind and of course the whipping she took. All in all I can’t count the bruises from that. She’s a tough one Atoshi, but she’s gonna need time. I hope when you catch the bastard, you beat the hell out of him.”

Kimmy was walking with Frank back through the now empty building. “I can’t believe the bitch got away. She’ll have to come back here though. Sooner or later. It would draw too much attention to take her from her job. Hey Frank! Is this where the cops blew the door open to get inside?” He nods. “Impressive. Not my choice for explosives to get inside. Too strong.” As she turns to leave, she spots a hand sticking out from under a crumpled door. “She didn’t get away. She was about to leave the building. Frank! There! That’s gotta be her.” He lifts the heavy, white door to reveal an unconscious Abby. “Looks like we don’t need force,” she laughs pressing her headpiece. “Sir. We got her. Bringing her in.”
 
Atoshi was listening to the doctor mostly, he was gently running his fingers through her hair and holding her hand "Trust me doc... That woman... Won't be getting away with this... I'll deal with her first, before the others involved..." He leans down and kisses her forhead as softly as possible, then whispers "Your safe Baby Doll... You just rest and get well..." He looks to the doctor as he stands up "If she could be in the slightest amount of pain, I want we sedated until I say other wise... She's been through enough..." He was watches her sleep for a few minutes before he touches his ear again and grins darkly "Good... Contact Tony on you're way in... I'll see you when you get here... Signing off..." He removes the peice and sits, just watching her and holding her hand, Tony was one of his toughest guys, normally only called in for hit work, if anyone could break Abby, Tony could.
 
“Yes Sir,” Kimmy replies taking out the earpiece. “He’s calling in Tony.” Frank smiled. “I agree. He really wants her broken. She deserves it.” Kimmy looks back at the unconscious woman resting in the seat. She was restrained, and it was clear she was close to the explosion. If Kimmy wasn’t watching her, Frank was. He made the phone call to Tony, and nodded signifying he would be there to meet them. As the van pulled in, a few people came out to grab her and carry her inside. Kimmy followed with Frank close at hand. Abby was carried into a room and quickly restrained. She filled him on what had happened. Most of the staff knew of Anastasia and how Atoshi felt about her. Tony was just as angry as the rest. “Let me see her,” was all he said leaving the room and heading towards the room she was in. Tony is quiet as he opens the door and steps in. For a moment he just looks at her before clearing his throat to get Atoshi’s attention. “How bad? Her and her?”
 
Atoshi heard someone come in, but ignored them for now, only looking away when he heard Tony clear his throat. He told him what the doctor said then looks back at Ana "I want her beaten... I want her to feel everything she did to her..." He looks back at Tony and glares, showing his full anger "But what ever you do... That fucking whore is never to cum... And never feel one ounce of pleasure... Do you hear me... But you leave her face alone... That's mine, I intend to have my own go at her..." He calms a little and looks back to Ana "Let Frank and Kimmy help... I know they want to... Come get me at nightfall..." He relaxes again and takes her hand, still looking quite angry.
 
"It will be my pleasure Sir. Your orders shall be followed." He took one more look at them both before he turned to leave. Tony entered back into the room with the woman who had now opened her eyes. She looked around like a scared, wild animal. Tony smiled, approaching her slowly. "Please. I don't know who you are, or what's going on, but please you have to listen to me." His strong hand covering her mouth. "I don't have to do anything you say BITCH! Now. Prepare to pay."
"Pay," she takes in a sharp breath writhing away from him, sucking in air. "What are you talking about?"

She was resting peacefully, but now her eyes flickered open. The pain hit her at once, overwhelming. Her eyes filled with tears as she screamed out, "Atoshi!" The doctor nearly jumped out of his skin rushing towards her with a needle in hand. "Atoshi! Help me! Please don't let her....get....me." The doctor rubbed her arm as she passed out. "There. That should help her sleep more."
 
Atoshi had dozed off slightly, still holding her hand, but he actually jumped up when she started to scream, he was stunned for a few moments before the doctor made it over to sedate her again. "Baby Doll... Anasasia... I'm here sweety..." He gently cups her least swollen cheek and rubs it, letting her see him before she passed out completely, then he sat down again to watch over her. He looks at the doctor "I want her on something for the pain... So I can let her see she's safe when she wakes next..." He glances at his watch, he had been there for a couple hours, he wondered how his guest was doing.
 
He had stripped her naked and already knew he would tire of her mouth. So a gag fit nicely in her mouth. Tony took a whip to her skin, much like she had done with Anastasia, but with every strike he spoke about her cruelness. The woman shook her head trying so hard to tell him something. Finally he rips the gag from her lips and she yells, "I don't know what you're talking about! I don't remember anything!" Her narrows his eyes at her. "How can you not remember what you ordered done to that woman Quin? Abby Quin. The powerful Mistress." The woman cried out loudly. "I'm not Abby! I'm her sister Tabitha!" Tony drops the whip and backs away. "I don't remember anything! Please! Let me go!" He steps out of the room and tells Kimmy, "Get him. We got a problem." She doesn't ask questions. She's learned not to. Rushing up the stairs, she slowly opens the door to the room. "Sir. Tony says there is a problem."
 
Atoshi was talking with the doctor when Kimmy walked in, he scoffed "If she died it's not a problem..." He turns back to the doctor "I'll be back..." He stands and kisses her forhead, then turns and heads out, not waiting for Kimmy to follow, he knew where he was going. He makes his way through the house and to the room where they are keeping his guest, he enters the room and glares "What's the problem..."
 
"The problem is who the fuck is Tabitha, and whoever she is, she doesn't remember anything," he tells him before going over and slapping her breast hard. Abby cries out loudly begging him, "Please help me Sir! I don't know what's going on here!" Tony glares at her. "What's your fucking name," he shouts. "T-Tabitha Quin. I have a twin sister Abby, and I have two twin brothers, Josh and Greyson. That's all I remember. I promise. Please help me," she looks to Atoshi pleading with him. "So what do you wanna do boss? It doesn't seem right to do this to somebody who doesn't even know why they're being punished. That is if this is even her." Kimmy speaks up. "It's her. There were only three children. She was the only girl. So why does she say she's someone else. She knows Sir has done his homework. Sir I advise contacting her brother again. Greyson was most helpful before. Perhaps he can shed some light on this."
 
He glares at the woman tied up and steps closer, he grips around her throat tightly "You better not be lying to be you fucking bitch..." He lets her go and slaps her face before storming out of the room and grabbing his cell, he flips it open and searches for Grayson's number. He dials and paces the hallway, waiting for him to pick up, he glances up as Kimmy and Tony exit the room and stands still, "Hello... I know it's a bit late... I'm sorry... I wouldn't have called if it wasn't important..." He sighs and leans against the wall "I can't really tell you much... But I have your sister... Only she claims to be someone named Tabitha... Abby's twin sister..."
 
Greyson laughs. "Wow. I haven't heard of Tabitha since she was little. Our father is a strict man. We were not allowed the normal things other kids had. Friends and parties were out of the question. Abby was younger than Josh and me. At least we had each other. She didn't have any other girls to play with. She had nobody her age. So Abby invented Tabitha. Abby and Tabby. She would pretend she had a twin sister. Tabby wasn't like Abby though. She was sweet and good. Whenever something was broken, she would tell father that Abby did it, and she was Tabby. Josh and I wished Tabby was who she was she was so much nicer. Abby created a make believe friend that was her. Living with our father we all coped and dealt with things however we could. That was Abby's way. Father was close to Abby. A little too close if you follow me. Tabby was an escape from that too for her. She would always come out of his bedroom, sit along the wall, put her hands over her ears and say, "I'm Tabitha" over and over again. Josh and I knew she was blocking something out. I don't mind the late hour friend. Anytime I can help, and whatever you've got my sister," there was a long pause. "Just don't kill her. She's still family. If you can help her," another long pause. "Do what you gotta do." Greyson didn't say good-bye. He simply hung the phone up.
 
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