Collared! (HTD and deliliah)

[deliliah]

Sarah was at a little restaurant/pub celebrating with some friends. This day had marked her one hear at her current job, and everything was going great. Numbers were up, bonuses were coming and they were very generous. She had turned over about ninety percent of her department, which when she got there was full of a lot of dead weight, people who thought they knew everything and took no advice, or had been there so long they thought they couldn't lose their jobs and did the absolute minimal... yeah, so for the first 4 to 8 weeks she was a total bitch to them, but once she had the right team in place, she was able to calm down, and work with them, not through them. the team as it is now is efficient, open, happy and energetic.

Today she received a bonus, a percent of the profits her team was responsible for in the past 12 months, it was significantly larger than her year's salary. It blew her mind. She had distributed about forty percent of it to her team as a further incentive to them. Everyone left with smiles on their face...

But now in this tavern, she had a couple drinks, not drunk, but certainly a little happier. At what point there was a dirty joke said, she laughed, smacked herself in the face... trying to cover up her laughter... A song came on, all her friends got up to dance, and she shook her head, she had to go pee. She asked one of the waitresses, she pointed to a hallway. She smiled and thanked her. It was a dark and narrow hallway, the ladies room was locked. So she waited...

 

[HoldTheDoor]

RE: Collared! (HTC and deliliah)

Jordan thought he’d had it pretty good. He worked for a relatively large company, working in their tech department. The pay wasn’t bad for what he did, and he largely got left alone to do his job. It was a rarity that higher management ever got involved with the tech team. Either through a lack of understanding of tech, or simply not caring too much for it. That had changed when Sarah came in. By the time he had the misfortune of meeting her, she’d gained a reputation that preceded her. Thirty minutes later he’d been sacked. She mentioned something about a lack of work ethic, and an inability to stick to a brief.

Jordan had left with his belongings in a cardboard box, and vengeance set in his heart. Sarah didn’t know what she’d done. She hadn’t seen his brilliance, or how singleminded he could be when he was driven about something. Now he was driven to cause her downfall, and she’d painted the largest target on her back. The spare time Jordan now found himself with, he devoted to finishing off a project he had started years ago at home. What if you could create a device that could intercept, divert and recreate the impulses that the brain sent and received. Well, if such a device existed it would be capable to make a person do, and say, whatever you wanted them to.

Just a few months later, Jordan was stood in a bar with the fruits of his labour in his pocket. The device he’d started, now complete and ready for its test run. A purple suede collar, the kind worn only by those who had given themselves as slaves, with the device sewn into its centre. A blue glowing light the only indication that this collar was somehow different. He’d watched her from afar, enjoying herself, enjoying the money that those beneath her had worked hard for all year round. His blood began to rise, struggling to stay calm. Then she’d got up, left her friends behind and made her way to the corridor where the toilets were. It was now or never. Jordan downed his drink and made his way into the same corridor.

As he approached her, she never stood a chance. He stood a few feet over six foot, his broad, well defined chest and powerful legs making him look even more imposing. The dark hair that framed his face meant she didn’t even see him coming until it was too late. As he passed near her, he suddenly sprang into action. His large, strong hands finding her as he pinned her up against the wall. Pulling the collar out of his pocket he struggled with her until he managed to get it on her neck. The moment it touched her skin, the light flashed and then faded until it was a dull blue.

“Stop struggling and talk to me like we are friends.” Jordan spoke, the collar attuned to work to his voice. It was now or never, did the collar work like intended?

 

[deliliah]

RE: Collared! (HTC and deliliah)

She was standing patiently waiting for the next person... She saw someone coming towards her from her peripheral vision... She didn't really think anything of it... She stepped to the side to let hm go by, she was aware he was much taller than him, nearly a foot taller than her own 5'1. then he suddenly grabbed her and pushed her up against the wall, it knocked the air out of her, she couldn't yell for help... she tried squirming away from him, but she was pinned, and he was only using one hand... a moment later he was putting something around her neck...

She was aware of a strange bluish purple glow coming off the whatever it was on her neck... she was gaining her breath again.. and tried to pull at him. She took a deep breath to scream and he spoke...

“Stop struggling and talk to me like we are friends.”

And her breath was let out calmly... he had stepped away. "Oh Hey..." she said with a smile... she was confused, why wasn't she screaming? Her body language was relaxed an calm, like she was talking to an old friend she hadn't seen in a while. She almost said with a laugh, but not quite, "What did you do to me?" Why couldn't she show her anger? or run or what?