Deviant Fixation

by Valencia Carmelita

  "I-I w-was just teaching the bįtch a lesson.." Ilona stutters in fear at Pierre as he closes the distance between them.

  His hand shoots out, punching her in the face. She lets out a shriek and falls to the floor from the harsh blow. Her lip begins bleeding. She looks up at Pierre with dread. "I'm s-sorry daddy.."

  "I'll rape your àss all night for this stupid shit!" He barks, while his fists clench. "It's been a long time since you had your stepfather's monster cock! I'll get all my men to rape the shit out of you afterwards!"

  She begins weeping. "Daddy no, please don't!!"

  He spat a glob of mucus on her face, it hit her right in the eyes. He kicks her in the face while she lets out a scream.

  He took ahold of her hair in his hands, yanks her up and slams her face first into the wall before releasing her.

  He sneers. "Get the fuck out of my sight, I'll deal with your áss tonight bitch!"

  She sobs freely as she clutches at her bruised face and dashes out of the room.

  Completely horrified, I glance in Pierre's direction and he's got his attention focused on me. I try shifting away from him as he edges closer to me.

  "You might be wondering where your little friends are.." He drawls creepily while eyeing my exposed and bleeding legs. "Unfortunately they managed to escape and nearly took you along..I'm grateful for Dr.Martin's anaesthesia administration..which had hindered your consciousness..and now you're here.."

  I continue staring at him in repleted dread as my body trembles. He angles his head while his eyes grow distant momentarily. "I wonder how much you matter to Vladimir Alexander Nielsen..I've been receiving reports since Christmas, that you've taken his fancy..lets see how much he really values you..if he doesn't manage to locate you in two days time and confront my men..then I'm selling you off in the sex slave market.."

  I shake my head at him in anxious decline as my muffled protests emanate through the duct tape.

  He reaches his hand out and yanks my hair painfully while pulling my face closer as he speaks. "You'd be triple the monetary gain for me if you're still a virgin..it would be more satisfactory to me if I could sell you to Omar El Fateen right infront of a captured Vladimir Nielsen...Omar would love to seek revenge for his father Sheikh El Fateen's death at Vladimir's hands..orrr I could sell you to the brutal Siberian Ulyanov Mafia..did I mention the Ulyanov's despise Muslims? I'm sure they'd enjoy humiliating a pretty Muslim girl like you."

  I start sobbing as he peers down at me in wretched curiosity. "It's fascinating that Vladimir has taken interest in you..I mean his hostility and contempt for Muslims seemed impenetrable..ever since the day I had requested my friend Omar and Sheikh El Fateen to have his parents slaughtered..Dimitri Molotov had double crossed me and I wanted to seek revenge so desperately..little did I know my revenge would produce such a fine, and brutally ruthless assassin out of Vladimir Nielsen..had I known..I would have surely enslaved and trained him for myself when he was just a child..then he'd be working for me now.."

  A knock ensues at the door and he breaks free from his reverie. "Come in!"

  The door opens, a guardsman pops his head in. "Sir, Dr.Martin is ready to examine the merchandize's virginity.."

  "Good!" Pierre nods. "Escort her to the clinic at once and then she should be prepared for the auction tonight and tomorrow night!"

  I'm loaded onto a hospital gurney and swivelled out into the vast hallways of what appears to be a skyrise corporate building.

  There ahead in the ceiling to floor windows, I recognize a different setting, I was certainly no longer in Australia.

  The city scape gleaming under harsh morning sunlight, appeared none other than Dubai's skyline.

  In repleted dejection I continue sobbing as my gurney is pulled through into an elevator.

  Some minutes later I'm sitting in a hospital setting with two doctors and nurses strolling about. They appear unfazed at me bounded by duct tape.

  I notice a few other entrapped foreign girls on gurneys being lead towards two wards.

  On one of the plaques above the ward on the left reads Sexually Inactive/Virgin Merchandize, on the ward next to it read Sexually Active/nonVirgin Merchandize.

  Right next to it was an enclave with plaque inscription STD And Sexual Defects Infirmary.

  What the hell is this sick place?!

  Don't these vile monsters have any shame or heart !?

  My gurney is rolled into a doctors examination room and soon enough Dr.Martin enters, he smiles at me. "Good morning Miss Kashani..you might know why you're here today..there will just be some mandatory check ups on your health before you are successfully sold to one of our valuable customers."

  I can only but glare at him, and he evades it while he casually jots down with his pen on a clipboard full of papers. He places the clip board down on the basin counter and plucks out two rubber nitrile gloves from the glove dispenser. "Alrighty, let's draw some blood samples for any diseases and std's."

  A nurse enters the room, half of her face is concealed by a hospital facemask as she pushes in a trolley full of trays. On each of the tray, I notice various different clear packages of syringes and sterilized medical implements.

  What the hell are they going to do to me ?!!!

  My body is immobilized by the Velcro straps pinning me down to the gurney and my protests remain muffled by the duct tape on my mouth. They begin drawing my blood into a couple of tubes and vials for lab testing.

  Once he was done, he glances at my leg wounded earlier by Ilona and he shakes his head. "This will deduce points off her market value..how the hell did this happen?"

  "Sir Doucette claims it was a minor accident." The nurse squeaks.

  With a closer inspection, he moves away back to the counter and begins sliding off his gloves. "The wound isn't deep, clean it Nadia."

  "Yes doctor." She complies as she sifts through a cabinet and produces out a packet of gauze strips, a bottle of antiseptic solution and alcohol wipes along with hospital band-Aide tape.

  I scream against the duct tape as the alcohol wipes sting painfully at my cuts. Dr.Martin begins jotting down on the clipboard again before he slips on a new pair of nitrile gloves.

  He walks over to my side and flips around my hair, then he switches on the overhead examination lamps and begins to inspect my scalp.

  Three to four minutes pass until he walks back to the counter and begins jotting on his clipboard. "No signs of headlice, or any traces of scalp skin diseases."

  Then he glances in my direction. "Nod If you promise not to scream once I remove the duct tape from your mouth..otherwise I myself will strip you naked to check for your virginity."

  Horror stricken, I nod emphatically and he peels away the tape as he says."I will be asking you a series of health related questions and you will answer them accordingly and truthfully to the best of your knowledge."

  "W-Why are y-you doing this ?" I forlornly ask him.

  "Do you want the duct tape back on you mouth and for me to strip you naked?" He inquires sternly.

  Immediately I close my mouth from uttering another complaint. He flips over a page from his clipboard and begins asking. "Any family history of cancer,diabetes, heart disease?

  "N-Not that I know of.."

  "Have you ever kissed a member of the opposite sex, thereby exchanging saliva?"

  I blush, remembering him. "Y-Yes.."

  "Have you had sexual intercourse either vaginal or anal ?"

  "These are very personal questions!" My cheeks were steaming as I frown at him. He glances up to provide me a miffed warning look and I quickly answer. "No I have not had any...sex...how would you know anyway. You can't tell who's had sex or not and not every girl who's a virgin has her hymen intact!"

  He briefly stares at me with a pensive expression before he says."Miss Kashani, we will ascertain whether you are lying or not. There are state of the art, up to date techniques modern science has discovered..have you ever heard of the terms microchimerism and
telegony ?"

  I blankly stare at him. "No.."

  "Well it exists for many organisms and recently discovered phenomena in humans, so I'll give you a brief introduction.." He begins as a matter factly. "Microchimerism is when man ejaculates sperm into a woman during unprotected sexual intercourse, his DNA remnants will remain in her blood for upto 40-50 years or lifetime."

  I stare at him in blank shock over such information. He continues. "Studies on this subject are still ongoing. So as I've said, we've sent your blood to the lab to test for any male DNA remnants from sexual intercourse or blood transfusions."

  "So I won't be stripped bare to have my hymen checked ?" I ask hopefully.

  He calmly looks me in the eyes through his eyeglasses. "Yes, as a matter of fact you will be examined by my nurse Nadia here in the next five minutes. "

  My brows furrow as I begin to protest. "You can't do-"

  He ceases my words by replanting the duct tape over my mouth. Then he plugs his stethoscope in his ears before aiming the disk resonator over my hammering heart.

  He then exits the room. After some twenty minutes, he returns when the nurse has completed examining my nether regions.

  She conducted the examination with weirdly shaped instruments that she thankfully didn't poke all the way through me.

  "The hymen is intact, doctor." She reports to him and he jots it down.

  "Have her escorted to the X-Ray and sonogram ward for a screening of her vagina and be sure to attach the copies of the images to her file. And while you're at it, take a quick trip to the dispensary and get me all these prescriptions." He orders the nurse while handing her a prescription slip along with radiation imagery screening documents.

  An hour later after the radiation imaging, my gurney was rolled back into his examination room. I watch alertly as the nurse and him immerse themselves in unwrapping the various pharmaceutical type drugs.

  Dr.Martin diverts around towards me while holding a syringe in his gloved hand. "All day for the next two days I'll be administering you shots of potent aphrodisiac alongside various sedative drugs."

  My eyes widen in alarm.

  Aphrodisiacs ?!

  He notices my startled look and explains in his creepy calm way. "Yes to have you thoroughly aroused in a sexually responsive way to your next purchaser..we can't have an unwilling sex slave on the auction stage."

  He lowers the syringe, piercing my skin and injects the drug into my bloodstream. A rush of heat wave swamped my insides as I scream against the duct tape.

  Then he brings up another needle. "This is a strong sedative but I'll administer it in a small dosage unlike the large dosage of aphrodisiac, it should knock you out for a couple of hours and once you awaken you'll be more subdued and follow orders easily.."

  Chapter 27

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  Vladimir POV in third person

  "I'll tell you!! I'll tell you!!!" A man howls in terrified agony. Sounds of bones splintering, ricochet throughout the walls of a drab room. "Please!!"

  Like a demon of perdition, looms over him a raven black robed figure. Face obscured by a silver mask, for the exception of analytical blue eyes assessing his prey below.

  The wounded man shrieks as another one of his fingers is fractured by the brutal force of black gloved hands. "Please!!!!"

  Gradually the hooded robed figure straightens and glides to a far corner. His victim wails over the lurid sight and sensation of his broken hands. Apprehensive seconds later, the robed figure returns to his prey. Under the flickering lights, a gleam of silver flashes in black gloved hand.

  His victims eyes widen in horror when he notices the butchers knife.

  Body rendered immobilised by ropes, the wounded man's attempts to scoot away on the putrid floor fail. "No!!! Please don't!! Please !!!"

  Seeps from under the silver mask, a velvety voice overshadowed by dark intent. "Commence with the specifics..shall we, Enzo?"

  The bounded man named Enzo rapidly admits. "Thoreau!! Doucette's business p-partner and c-close ally!"

  Thoughtfully the silver masked face inclines to an angle, frigid blue eyes gleam with vengeance. "Is that all?"

  "I-I swear.." Enzo weeps, unable to prevent urinating on himself. The robed figure standing over him, frightened Enzo beyond anything in his life. He had never expected a woeful visit by this lethal assassin known as the Silver Dragon.

  Now with both of his hands broken, agony pierces every vein within his body. He was incapable of imagining what further horrors await his fate.

  "Hmmm...wrong answer." Adeptly, the Silver Dragon swings the butchers knife down and slashes four fingers from Enzo's right hand. Enzo screams in an outburst of renewed anguish as streams of blood spurt from his amputated hand.

  "Now, let's try that again.." Emits the velvety voice on an hasty psychotic edge.

  "Thoreau resorts in Dubai!!!" Enzo screeches while writhing in tripled torment. "Owned b-by Xavier Thoreau!!!"

  "And?" The velvety voice inquires as the blade of the knife hovers threateningly above Enzo's other hand.

  "S-slave auction to be held tomorrow a-and d-day after!" Enzo whimpers in a mixture of agonized dread. "P-Please that's a-all I know..please s-spare me I-I h-have a w-wife and k-kids-"

  "You've proven useful.." The sleek velvety voice obstructs him midsentence. Under the silver mask, lips curl into a cold smile as deranged eyes bore down on Enzo. "Not beneficial enough..to remain in the world of the living, I'm afraid."

  Enzo's gaze distends in repleted horror. "No!! Please!!-"

  In a split second, his words morph into bloodcurdling screams. Relentlessly, the blade of the knife hacks away at his body by lethal gloved hands. Mangling half of Enzo's face, skin peeling away to showcase inner flesh and blood.

  However within seconds, gunfire replaces the gruesome knife torture as the robed figure trembles in agonized impatience of his own. He couldn't waste another second, he had to find her.

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  "For Christ sake, Vladimir get some sleep before you fall unconcious!" Huxley exasperates with unhinged concern over his dearest employer. "Your efforts would most certainly go to waste then, surely placing yourself in danger!"

  Vladimir's grip on the steering wheel of his Lamborghini remains rigid along with his wary posture. His eyes refuse to leave the immense resort, situated a safe distance away from their vehicle. Safe distance away from the perils he was capable of inflicting.

  "Shall you not heed to a word I've spoken?" Huxley reiterates while trying to keep his calm inorder not to enrage the lethal assassin. "It's been over two days since you've slept for even the briefest amount of time."

  Jaw tightening in perplexed ire, the assassin grits his teeth under a closed mouth. Without flinching his gaze from the resort, he irately questions. "What use will sleep be to the one who sleeps yet finds neither rest nor peace within slumber?"

  Huxley sighs. "I understand that you need to find Miss Kashani as so-"

  "You don't understand shįt about this mental fūck up!" Vladimir roars as he finally turns his scathing blue eyes on the elder man caught off guard. "You think I want this ?! No! I fūcking need it! I fūcking need her! She's fūcked up everything beyond repair..You along with the Bratva, think I should just let her go!"

  "No." Huxley shakes his head in decline as he tries to remain composed. "No, I neve-"