The Enslavement of Metalyne
Chapter 4

Mental Master made his way through the halls of his mansion. Following him closely on his heels was Metalyne, his favorite slave. It had been 10 years since he had defeated and enslaved the heroine and she had proven to be his biggest conquest. The woman was easily one of his most beautiful slaves, as well as one of his most talented when it came to sexual matters, but that wasn’t it entirely. She was also the most submissive, living to follow his every command, and was by far the most wanton slut he had ever owned. Now, she was going to serve him again. For the past few years, Mental Master had been working on a way of reprogramming the human mind. Originally, he had begun this research to give himself power. If he could reprogram the world’s leaders, no one would be able to stop him. As time went on, though, he realised he could also use it to create himself an equal, a partner, someone to share his conquests with, but someone still subservient to him. Metalyne was to become that person. He would test his new machine on her, and if successful, Metalyne, the submissive heroine, would be replaced with Bloody Kat, the dominatrix and partner to Mental Master.
Following behind him, Metalyne wondered where her Master was taking her. They had gone deep into the lower levels of her Master’s home, to places she had never seen in her 10 years of service. The woman was a bit afraid, hoping she had not done something to displease her Master. Deep down inside, though, part of her ached to escape, to slay this man that had turned her into a wanton slut, but Mental Master’s hold on her spirit kept that part of her from being heard.
The door to the lab opened, and Mental Master gestured towards a stainless steel table. “Lay down on there on your stomach, slave”
“Yes, Master,” Metalyne said, climbing onto the cold metal, her naked body shivering at the contact.
Mental Master then unclasped the necklace around Metalyne’s neck and fir the first time since she was taken, unclasped it and removed it from her. Once the bloodstone crystals were removed from her flesh, Metalyne felt her powers flood back to her. That spark down inside her reveled in the feeling of her powers restored, but still, her conditioning held.
“Very good slave. You may now lay on your back.”
Metalyne turned over, her eyes squinting in the brightness of the lights above her. “Does Master desire something from his slave?” she said, sliding her hands seductively down her body.
Mental Master smiled, “Not right now Slave. Now, just hold still.” He then pulled a dark crytalline sword from a locker in the lab and placed it between two sets of srching electricity. The blade began to pulse with an eerie light and Mental Master moved to his control console, flipping switches and initiating the reprogramming cycle.
Above Metalyne, colored lights played and she felt herself slipping into a deep trance. Soft music seemed to surround her and she felt like she was floating freely. As she stared at the lights and listened to the music, Metalyne felt herself falling deep within herself, and she realised she was not alone. From deep within herself, that part of her long that desired to kill Mental Master sprang free and took a name for itself, Bloody Kat. For several minutes, Metalyne looked at a reflection of herself, a reflection that feared nothing and was feared by those around her. A reflection that was no one’s slave. In her mind, the reflection spoke.
“Embrace me, Metalyne. We are one. Let me free and I will ensure no one ever harms you again. I am not a slave, and neither are you.”
“But, my Master…I must serve him. Without him my life is empty and meaningless.”
“Mental Master has crushed your will and hidden it deep within you. Think back to before you met him. Was your life empty and meaningless?”
Suddenly, Metalyne saw herself home, with her family. She saw herself happy. Before her eyes, she saw herself being decorated by the mayor for breaking up a drug ring. Her many victories flashed before her eyes and she began to cry.
“Let me protect you Metalyne.”
Metalyne looked at Bloody Kat, and, still crying, moved forward and embraced her reflection. As she did so, she felt herself slipping deeper within herself, to a place where none could hurt her. Bloody Kat would protect her.
For the first time, Bloody Kat opened her eyes and smiled. She moved to sit up, but her body would not co-operate. From her side, she heard Mental Master speaking.
“Awake already? Good. Now, what is your name?”
Bloody Kat wanted to leap up and kill him then and there, but something within her made her answer, “I’m Bloody Kat. I’m your partner”
Mental Master smiled. It had worked. “And what do you desire to do?”
“To collect women and break them to my will. To enslave them to serve me, and in turn make them serve you.”
“What about men?”
“I cannot enslave men. Men are my equal and I must share with my equals.”
Again, Mental Master smiled. He released the field holding down Bloody Kat, and she rose to her feet. Again, something within her kept her from attacking Mental Master and Bloody Kat realized that while she was gaining her freedom, Mental Master had been placing conditions upon her. For the moment, he was in charge.
Mental Master gestured to a closet, “You will find appropriate clothing in there, Kat. Only slave are forbidden to wear clothing.”
Bloody Kat moved to the indicated locker. Inside was a red costume. It consisted of a pair of knee high red leather boots, a red spandex body suit with an attached red tail, a pari of red cat ears, a red mask, and a whip. Bloody Kat thought the tail a bit too much, but shrugged and stepped into the outfit. She also discovered a wicked looking knife in her right boot. She stretched a bit, reveling in the way the outfit hugged her curves.
Suddenly, the wall behind Mental Master burst apart and a man stood there. To Bloody Kat’s eyes, he was the most handsome man she’d ever seen.
“Chax!” Mental Master swore, “How did you find me?”
“I’ll take my sword back now, Mental Master.”
“I think not! Kat, take that sword and kill him!”
Bloody Kat immediately responded to the commands programmed into her and grapsed the crystal sword. As she grasped the blade, power surged through her and the blade turned to smoke. Immediately, the restrictions placed on her by Mental Master were gone.
She pulled the knife from her boot and advanced on her tormenter. At the same time, Chax hurled a bolt of energy at Mental Master. The bolt surged into Mental Master and hurled him backwards into Kat. The knife buried itself deep in Mental Master and Kat looked at him, an evil smile on her face. “That is for Metalyne! And this, if for ME!!” and with that, she pulled the blade from his chest and slashed it across his neck. Chax merely looked at the beautiful woman who was screaming invectives at the now dead Mental Master and carving him into bloody little pieces. Chax moved to the woman and touched her blood-slicked shoulder. Bloody Kat quickly looked up, knife in hand, and looked at the man. Suddenly, deep within her, she recognized someone she could trust. The anger left her, and she stood. “Give me a moment, will you please?”
Chax nodded as Bloody Kat moved to a nearby sink and cleaned herself off. She also cut the ridiculous tail from her new costume, then, after placing the knife back in her boot, turned to Chax. “Bloody Kat. And you are?”
“Chax”
“So, you need a partner?”
Chax smiled, finding this woman intriguing. He took her offered hand and the two left. Chaos reigned in Mental Master’s Mansion as the slaves all came out of their stupor and, with the captive heroines in charge, left for freedom. Kat smiled at her new partner, “Now I’ll have to re-capture them all! Oh well, that could prove fun. And, I think, since it’s owner is gone, I’ll claim this place as my own, now, tell me about yourself.”
The villain and villainess walked back into the now deserted Mansion and began making plans, as well as other things. But that’s an entirely different story.
The End