Chapter Two: The Grand Tour
"Rachel I'm disappointed. I expected so much more from a red-head." Gaunt said Rachel Summers as he lazily coiled a lock of her hair around his finger.
Rachel turned her head to look at him. He could have been attractive to her. Gaunt was broad shouldered; his physique well formed and there was a chiseled look to his face. Gaunt however was a mad man and a sadist. Any attraction was quelled the moment Gaunt attached his psionic dampeners around her neck and wrists.
"You're disappointment wounds me," she replied, again no emotion in her voice. Gaunt's mental control on her kept her just passive enough not to lash out or resist him.
At her reply, Gaunt simply smirked and the hand that had been stroking her hair slowly began to move down the side of her body. "Tsk, Rachel. A slave should be more accommodating of her master."
"You picked the wrong woman to make your slave." Rachel's lips pressed together as she felt his fingers pinch her nipple. It was the only clear sign of the humiliation she felt inside. Rachel had a resilient mind and the mind controls were starting to wear thin.
"Did I?"
Gaunt continued moving his hand until it rested upon Rachel's bare hip. "I suppose time will tell Rachel and you and I will be spending quite a bit of time together." Gaunt slapped her hip before rising from the bed. He waited until he was finished dressing before speaking to her again. "Get dressed and meet me outside." He did not bother looking back at her as he strode out of the room.
As she dressed in the garment provided by him, Rachel thought of how she would kill him. It would give her much satisfaction. One day he would forget to adjust his mind control device and she would seize her change. She just had to remain patient.
The dress once on fit snug against her frame without being too tight. She briefly wondered if he had taken her measurements while she slept as she tied the sash in the back. Now on her feet, Rachel donned the slippers that Gaunt had also provided. Making her way out of the room, Rachel ran her fingers through her dark red hair. It would not do to keep Gaunt waiting.
"Rachel, so glad you could join me." Gaunt greeted her cheerfully as she walked out to meet him. Once she was standing close enough Gaunt snaked his arm out and around Rachel's waist and pulled her close. "Allow me to give you the grand tour."
"How thoughtful of you," Rachel said. She did not need her telepathy to tell her that Gaunt had reset his mind control device.
Gaunt smirked as they walked. "Once upon a time Rachel, millions of worlds were under my rule. The mere mention of my name made children cry. I was feared throughout space and there was nothing beyond my whim."
"And yet, here you are."
"Indeed, I was over thrown and because death was deemed to light of a sentence this world was made my prison. At the end of time they were sure that I could do no harm. Of course they also made sure that to leave me with the means to provide for my every need. All of course save for one. With exception to the wretches that occupy this planet, there is none to rule." Again he smirked at her, "With exception to you of course."
"However do you cope?"
"I manage."
Gaunt continued to give Rachel the complete tour of his compound. He made sure to explain to her in-depth that the same system that kept him from escaping was the reason she did not have access to her powers. Just in case that did not work, as she was sleeping Gaunt had supplied her neck and wrists with the lovely psionic dampeners that she wore now. Rachel had little to say to him in return on the matter and Gaunt continued with the tour. Other than the house and the area in which the sub human wretches lived, there was not much left to show her. Once the tour was completed, Gaunt escorted Rachel make into the manor.
"So Rachel, what do you think of my humble abode?"
"Far above what you deserve," she replied, her face stoic.
"Perhaps, sit Rachel."
He meant for it to be oppressing, Rachel thought as she complied with his instructions and sat down on the nearest chair. Gaunt wanted her to still be capable of having enough will power to have thoughts of resisting him but lacking in the actual desire to deny or fight against his will. It was more enjoyable for him this way.
Rachel was silent as Gaunt made himself comfortable. She had no reason to speak to him. After taking a seat in a giant, throne-like chair he summoned one of the wretches. Finally once the wretch had brought him something to drink and he was comfortable did he finally address her.
"Now Rachel, you and I are going to have a long talk."
"Just what I've always hoped for, a conversation with a mad man at the end of time."
"I wouldn't dream of denying you this pleasure Rachel."
"How considerate of you," Rachel replied looking straight ahead.
"I try."
"I'm sure."
Gaunt merely smiled at her, "Tell me of the heroes of your time Rachel, I want to hear about each and every single one of them."
"Rachel I'm disappointed. I expected so much more from a red-head." Gaunt said Rachel Summers as he lazily coiled a lock of her hair around his finger.
Rachel turned her head to look at him. He could have been attractive to her. Gaunt was broad shouldered; his physique well formed and there was a chiseled look to his face. Gaunt however was a mad man and a sadist. Any attraction was quelled the moment Gaunt attached his psionic dampeners around her neck and wrists.
"You're disappointment wounds me," she replied, again no emotion in her voice. Gaunt's mental control on her kept her just passive enough not to lash out or resist him.
At her reply, Gaunt simply smirked and the hand that had been stroking her hair slowly began to move down the side of her body. "Tsk, Rachel. A slave should be more accommodating of her master."
"You picked the wrong woman to make your slave." Rachel's lips pressed together as she felt his fingers pinch her nipple. It was the only clear sign of the humiliation she felt inside. Rachel had a resilient mind and the mind controls were starting to wear thin.
"Did I?"
Gaunt continued moving his hand until it rested upon Rachel's bare hip. "I suppose time will tell Rachel and you and I will be spending quite a bit of time together." Gaunt slapped her hip before rising from the bed. He waited until he was finished dressing before speaking to her again. "Get dressed and meet me outside." He did not bother looking back at her as he strode out of the room.
As she dressed in the garment provided by him, Rachel thought of how she would kill him. It would give her much satisfaction. One day he would forget to adjust his mind control device and she would seize her change. She just had to remain patient.
The dress once on fit snug against her frame without being too tight. She briefly wondered if he had taken her measurements while she slept as she tied the sash in the back. Now on her feet, Rachel donned the slippers that Gaunt had also provided. Making her way out of the room, Rachel ran her fingers through her dark red hair. It would not do to keep Gaunt waiting.
"Rachel, so glad you could join me." Gaunt greeted her cheerfully as she walked out to meet him. Once she was standing close enough Gaunt snaked his arm out and around Rachel's waist and pulled her close. "Allow me to give you the grand tour."
"How thoughtful of you," Rachel said. She did not need her telepathy to tell her that Gaunt had reset his mind control device.
Gaunt smirked as they walked. "Once upon a time Rachel, millions of worlds were under my rule. The mere mention of my name made children cry. I was feared throughout space and there was nothing beyond my whim."
"And yet, here you are."
"Indeed, I was over thrown and because death was deemed to light of a sentence this world was made my prison. At the end of time they were sure that I could do no harm. Of course they also made sure that to leave me with the means to provide for my every need. All of course save for one. With exception to the wretches that occupy this planet, there is none to rule." Again he smirked at her, "With exception to you of course."
"However do you cope?"
"I manage."
Gaunt continued to give Rachel the complete tour of his compound. He made sure to explain to her in-depth that the same system that kept him from escaping was the reason she did not have access to her powers. Just in case that did not work, as she was sleeping Gaunt had supplied her neck and wrists with the lovely psionic dampeners that she wore now. Rachel had little to say to him in return on the matter and Gaunt continued with the tour. Other than the house and the area in which the sub human wretches lived, there was not much left to show her. Once the tour was completed, Gaunt escorted Rachel make into the manor.
"So Rachel, what do you think of my humble abode?"
"Far above what you deserve," she replied, her face stoic.
"Perhaps, sit Rachel."
He meant for it to be oppressing, Rachel thought as she complied with his instructions and sat down on the nearest chair. Gaunt wanted her to still be capable of having enough will power to have thoughts of resisting him but lacking in the actual desire to deny or fight against his will. It was more enjoyable for him this way.
Rachel was silent as Gaunt made himself comfortable. She had no reason to speak to him. After taking a seat in a giant, throne-like chair he summoned one of the wretches. Finally once the wretch had brought him something to drink and he was comfortable did he finally address her.
"Now Rachel, you and I are going to have a long talk."
"Just what I've always hoped for, a conversation with a mad man at the end of time."
"I wouldn't dream of denying you this pleasure Rachel."
"How considerate of you," Rachel replied looking straight ahead.
"I try."
"I'm sure."
Gaunt merely smiled at her, "Tell me of the heroes of your time Rachel, I want to hear about each and every single one of them."