Training an Incompetent

Slade watched with approval her reaction. Groveling was always pleasant to see in an underling. She also seemed to have learned from her earlier error in addressing him by his name. Such a thing was simply not acceptable. He moved around before her, kneeling on one leg before her, and staring her dead in the eye. The cold of his glare and his voice practically arctic.

"Good slave, you remember now to treat me with respect. With fear. I can respect if you hate me...Just as long as your fear outweighs that. And I know for a fact that you Do fear me."

He reached to his belt, extracting the familiar canister of serum, and holding it before her face.

"You know...the effects of this substance are really quite addictive. It is ten times more so than cocaine. Looking at it now...I can see its effect taking hold. Tell me slave, do you want me to inject you again? To feel that rush of desire... that willful loss of control. Ecstasy is nothing compared to what this can do to you."

Barbara's eyes met his gaze as he got on his knees in front of her and she trembled some. She could feel the thrill of fear race through her blood and as she looked at the can she knew what he said was true. She not only feared him, but she wanted that serum. She wanted it badly.

Her voice was soft, as if she did not want to admit what she knew was true, "Yes."

It was a single word, barely more than a whisper as she looked down at the ground before her. Her head was lower than it had been even a moment before, her hands flat on the ground. Power and strength practically radiated from Slade when he was this close to her. It made her want to back away and crawl forward all at the same time.

He watched as she spoke, admitting her weakness to him, submitting herself totally before him. He smiled beneath the mask at this. A hard thing, one often forgotten in his modern life. In the world of today little did he find joy in. The holding of another person, body and soul, was one of the few. He felt it. The control the Power. So simple, yet delightful sensual. Like a lovers caress.

He reached to her neck, applying the cold steel of the spray hypo, and then releasing the dosage with a hiss, letting the amber liquid flow into her body. As it took effect he spoke, rising to his feet at the same time.

"Full upright position. Spread eagle. At eye level."

Again it didn't take long for the serum to take effect, and by the time she was in the next position it had kicked in. She looked up at him with eyes filled with desire and longing. She again wanted to be in his arms- something she suddenly feared she would never feel. She longed to touch him unhindered.

She was already his, but she knew she had much to prove to him, and she wanted to prove it. Her fear set aside as her desire came forward she looked up at him silently, awaiting his next word like a child awaiting her father's judgement.

"Master . . ." her voice was still soft as she let the word linger, "Please touch me. I don't care if you hurt me . . . just touch me."

Again she was begging, but now it was for something completely different from fear.

He stared at her, coldly, and then reached up, running a single palm down the side of her face. Once, and only once. The touch was slight. Almost nonexistent. More a torture than a gift. He knew how much she longed for his caress, and he knew also that he could use such desire to his own benefit. He would craft her thusly. With fear, and with desire. She was his slave now, but soon.... Very soon, she would want nothing else. Utter and complete control.

With Robin and with Terra he had fumbled, assuming that his own countermeasures would bind them to him. A foolish and stupid mistake. More worthy of Dr Light, or that dolt Killer Moth, than his own prowess. Now he recognized the truth. To control one, it was not a matter of mere physical control, nor of the power of fear. It was a sweet symphony wherein both these elements and more played against one another oh so sweetly. Really it was quite delightful to behold. Almost better than sex...Almost.

Slowly, methodically Slade began to discard his armor, dropping it away from his black suited form until he was dressed only in a black suit, and his usual orange and black helmet. He reached down, parting his armor and exposing himself once more to the cool air of the room, letting her take in his form for a moment, enjoying the way she looked upon him.

"I think its time we became...intimate. Angle her at 45 degrees, her pelvis even with my own. Angle her head so she can't watch. Arms spread eagle."

Barbara tried to lean into the slight touch, titling her face into it and closing her eyes, but it was gone before she could add pressure to it. With a small whimper she looked back up at him. She was greeted with the image of Slade removing his armor, and for a moment she felt the thrill of exuberance. The, just as quickly, she realized that it was too much to hope for that he would let her touch him and more than the necessary.

As he spoke, commanding the system to tilt her, she let out a small cry of disappointment. Soon she found herself floating in the air, the pressure of the neck restraint holding her head back.

She felt greater disappointment that she ever had. Not only could she touch him, but also she could not see him either. She was subject to his whims and unable even to enjoy the sight.

"Master!" It was more of a small cry of surprise at this new kind of control and, most certainly, punishment.

His touch was back now, his silky gloves running over her opening. Fingers roughly pushing into her body, testing the depths. It was not loving. Not sensual. Just the calculating feel of him owning her. Possessing her. She was his to fuck, and that was precisely what he planned to do with her.

"Your objections in this matter are of no consequence to me slave. Utter one more word without my leave, and I shall deny you my pleasure. You are mine to do with as I please."

All at once the fingers were gone, they