A/N: Sorry for taking so long. I'm trying to update every 2 weeks, but lately my life is so hectic. The print edition of our school newspaper, which I'm hoping to be layout editor on next year, came out on Tuesday and I had like 7 graphics and an article in it so I had to do that. I have to have a bunch of graphics done for the library I'm volunteering at by March 1 and I have a bunch of projects, homework, tests, blehhhhh. I hate being busy, it sucks. NOT TO MENTION, I'm VP of our GSA and it's having a fundraiser in like a month or less so I have to be ready for that too. lasjkdfalksjdflkj sorrryyyyyyyy but writing even though it takes up time, once I start, it calms me down a lot. It's just hard for me to get myself to start. Anyway, lets try writing this thing (were so close to when the actual bdsm stuff starts im excited backstory is not my forte).
TW: Kidnapping, manipulation, bdsm references, dehumanization (kind of?)
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"Kankri, you've never trained a submissive to be your own. You've always trained them and matched them with masters or mistresses who seem like a match for them. I thought the only time you'd ever train one for yourself was when you trained your heir. What's different about him?" He expected this. He knew she'd react like this. Hell, he's reacting like this. What is different about him?
"I don't know Porrim. I thought that'd be the only time I'd train for myself too. But this man, he's different, in some way. He seems to be almost my polar opposite, but at the same time, exactly like me. I wish I knew why, but maybe I'll change my mind by the end of training."
"No! I think you'd be much happier with a submissive of your own, I just never thought you'd want one. Think about it, throughout the week, and if you still feel like you want him as your own, I'll support you fully," She touched your shoulder, lightly enough for anyone else to barely notice, but for you it meant everything. You knew Porrim was essentially an assistant, or at least was supposed to be. Instead, it seems almost as if she'd be your platonic soul mate, if such a thing existed. You think in the older times, when trolls were new to Earth, they had things called 'quadrants' and you're pretty sure one of them defined this relationship, but now you have nothing to call her but your closest friend.
"Thank you Porrim," You smile, glad she's supporting you, and put your hand lightly on hers before she pulls away and sits on the chair opposite you.
"Now, before we go making any plans, you're sure there's a submissive in him, right? You know that we have very few favors earned from the chief of police, and even less from our contacts in the FBI, so if he ends up not then—," You cut her off.
"Yes, I'm aware. We've been through this many times, Porrim, and the signs of a submissive on him are stronger than any I've seen from the others we've trained."
"Alright then, let's get planning."
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It's been almost a week since the boss told you about you being considered for the promotion. You wish you'd heard from him again. If not for any news, you'd really like to see that ass again. If only it weren't against company policy to sleep with coworkers.
You're just getting back from lunch. Looking at the clock, you see its 12:33. Oops, three minutes late. Better hope you don't get fired. You snort, laughing at your own joke, as you sit down in your cubicle and check your email for the second half of your workload. Once it's opened, you see a new email, from Kankri himself.
Promotion
From: Kankri Vantas,
To: Cronus Ampora,
Hello Cronus. If you recall, I told you I'd contact you when I'd decided who the promotion was between. Currently, it is between you and two other coworkers who shall remain anonymous due to past circumstances where the competition wasn't so…fair. Anyway, in order to decide who will get the promotion, you'll both have a "test" per say.
Individually, you will be invited to attend a business trip to one of our partners' offices in order to see how you'd handle your promotion. Once I've seen you three work in the field, it will give me a much clearer view of which one of you would do best in this position.
I've scheduled you to go first, since out of the three you appear the most flexible. Please arrive at Santa Maria Airport this Saturday, March 1, at exactly noon. Porrim will have your airline passes sent to your desk. Of course, if this arrangement causes difficulty with any previous plans, tell me and we may reschedule. We will be flying on the company jet, over to Davenport to meet with a smaller partner of ours. We will be flying back on Saturday, March 8, at 6pm. The flight will be approximately two hours, and you're allowed to bring a suitcase and a carry-on. Porrim will meet you after security and escort you to the jet. I hope that you can make it.
Kankri Vantas
CEO
Oh. Wow. So, this Saturday. Damn, you're pretty sure you had a date scheduled. Fuck the date, it's with some dumb blonde anyway, and this could change the course of your career. You email him back accordingly.
Re: Promotion
From: Cronus Ampora,
To: Kankri Vantas,
The trip doesn't mess with any of my plans. I'll be there on time, thank you for the opportunity.
Cronus Ampora
Budgeting
Better get home and pack.
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"We'll jet him over to our island instead of Davenport, and bring him to the 'hotel room'."
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You're standing just past security, as you have been for the past 10 minutes. You look at your watch. 11:55, early. Porrim said he liked people to be there 5 minutes early. After looking around and finding that Porrim still hadn't appeared, you sit down and check that your carry-on had everything you needed.
Your cellphone, check. Your company cell phone, check. Your iPad, check. Laptop, check. Chargers for various electronics, check. Your mini hair products, check. One extra change of clothes, just in case, check. Perfect. You stand back up, looking around for Porrim again, and this time you find her. She smiles when she sees you and raises a hand to beckon you forwards. You quickly pick up your carry-on and luggage and follow her.
"Hey Porrim."
"Hello Cronus, how are you doing today?" She inquires.
"Oh I'm doing fine, just ready to fly I guess. How long will the flight be again?"
"I believe it will be one or two hours. Not long and we won't begin working until tomorrow so you'll have some time to unpack and relax in your hotel room. It's all on the company, so order room service or rent a movie, whatever you'd like. However, we do ask that you won't leave the hotel because we are on call so, even though it's unlikely, our partners may call us in anytime."
"Alright, will do," You and her walk to a door with a few guards. They stop her, but she shows them her badge and they let you two go through to what looks like a landing strip with a small plane on it. She keeps walking and so you follow her until you're at a small luggage cart and she instructs you to put your suitcase on it. Once that's done, she walks on the plan and tells you to follow her, so you do.
Inside is pretty much exactly how you'd expected a private jet to look. It was carpeted and light, with a slightly tan color scheme. There's a TV on the left of the curtain leading to the cockpit, and in front of it is a couch along the edge. To the left of the couch there's a small fridge and a table with two benches surrounding it, similar to a booth at a diner. On the opposite side of the plane, they have three more booths like that but fit for one on each side rather than two.
"Sit wherever you like. We will be taking off in a few minutes. There is wifi on the plane and you'll find some outlets by that booth," She points to the one to the left of the mini fridge.
"Thanks," You sit at the booth she pointed to, and promptly take your laptop out. Since you have nothing better to do, you may as well play a game or something. You plug your laptop in and put on your headphones. You connect to the wifi and open up the roleplaying game you play with your friends, SBURB. After telling them that this will likely be your last time on for the next week, you start playing, relishing the time before it's time to go into business mode.
An hour passes by quickly and, before you know it, you're feeling a bit of turbulence combined with the slight feeling of falling. You decide the best plan of action would be to put away your laptop now and be ready to get off the plane when it lands. After packing up your laptop, charger, and headphones you glance around the plane. Kankri and Porrim seem to be chatting on the couch, and they look to be laughing slightly. You didn't realize they were such good friends, as it looked like they were extremely comfortable around each other. You hear an announcement on the speakers;
"Welcome to Davenport." Promptly, Kankri and Porrim stand, extremely used to this whole experience. You follow as they exit the plane, and retrieve your luggage from the cart next to it. Kankri turns to face you and speaks.
"Porrim will show you to your room. Please arrive in the lobby tomorrow at 8am. I assume she informed you that all expenses are paid by the company?" He asks, raising an eyebrow.
"Yeah she said that, will do boss," you respond without missing a beat.
"Great. Porrim, I'll meet you at the office tonight to go over a few things before work tomorrow?" He turns to her.
"Yes Kankri, I'll be there in about an hour. Come on, Cronus," She beckons to you and turns away, obviously meaning for you to follow her yet again. This time, the walk is quiet and you keep it that way. For some reason, she seems tense and you don't want to do anything about it. When you reach the room you assume is going to be yours, she hands you a key. "Here's your room. Feel free to have a drink, we had some scotch sent to your room but you can get something else if you prefer," She smiles, and promptly walks away.
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"Make sure he drinks something, we'll fix the drinks."
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Once you go inside, and drop your luggage on your bed, you take a look around. You see the scotch she must have been talking about, and a door leading to what must be a bathroom. There are bedside tables, and the bed is a queen, with the standard ugly comforter that all hotels have. There's a closet and a mini fridge, the top of it holding a phone and the room service menu. On the wall opposite the bed, there's a flat screen TV, and on the wall underneath it a small shelf holding the remote and channel guide.
You decide to first put away your clothes, then watch a movie. Your clothes don't take long, you didn't bring too many, just enough for the week, a couple suits that you can have the hotel clean, and some underwear. You sit on the edge of the bed, grabbing the remote and channel guide, and turn to the movies-on-demand channel. You look around and put on the trailer for some action movie that has a hot lead, and while it's playing, you go to the scotch and put a bit of it in one of the glasses they have. After you've gotten that, you sit down on the bed again, and select the rent option for the movie. Moving up the bed a bit, you lean on the pillows, and take a sip of your scotch.
Ten minutes later, you're out cold.
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Where are you? Why is it so cold? Why are your arms so sore? Well how about you open your eyes and find out for yourself. So, you do.
You see yourself naked, chained to a bed in what looks like a solid grey room with brick walls and a door that looks fit for a bomb shelter.
What the fuck happened?
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A/N: Ahhhhh so I'm doneeeeeeeeeeeee. Next chapter begins the bdsm lifestyle, and the chapter after that the smut begins, I promise! Again, sorry it's been taking so long, but hey I got it up in two weeks. I will keep to that schedule and if I don't then I'll have a damn good reason.
This chapter was so much easier to type because I got a new keyboard and sweet jesus is this thing easy to type on. It has like virtually no resistance and good lord its beautiful. My hero of doom hoodie came today, the keyboard came yesterday, and I only have one day left of school this week. I'm so happy. ANYWAY, you guys don't care about my life so just enjoy the story x]
—Dara
