The Disappearance of Ella Bloom · Part 4

The Disappearance of Ella Bloom · Part 4 (4/6)
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She sits down at the table and stares at the food in front of her. "Do you love me?"

"Yes girl, very much." He grins at her.

"You could’ve just asked me on a date if you like me so much Sir.” Ells looks at him with pity.

“Yeah, I could’ve done that. But I like it better this way,” he assures her.

Ella has trouble following his reasoning. Why would keeping her as a captive be better than going to the movies and having fun together? Actually, she wants to watch a movie… Or do anything… Fleeting thoughts of her old life go through her mind and she wonders if anyone is looking for her. But it’s quickly forgotten as she smells the food in front of her.

Mike grabs a broom and busies himself wiping the floor and isn’t paying attention to her.

Ella can't contain herself any longer and grabs the toast and stuffs both slices into her mouth. Enjoying the sweet taste. Followed by the bacon. It’s salty and crunchy, just how she likes it.

Without a second thought she devours the toast and bacon on the 2nd plate as well.

Done eating less than a minute later she wipes her mouth and reaches for the cup of apple juice and glugs it down. Just as she reaches for the 2nd cup Sir joins her at the table and looks at the empty plates and lets out a sigh.

“So…” He smiles at her. “It’s been two weeks. I’m sure you’ll be pleased to hear that your training is going very well.”

“Training? Sir?” Ella wonders. Blowjobs in exchange for shitty food and sitting in a basement is hardly training.

“Yes, you complain and talk much less, you’re receptive to my commands. Allow me to demonstrate." He calmly says while pointing at his side. "Sit!”

Ella scurries to his side and kneels down.

“Very good,” He compliments her, petting her head.

“Now go get your collar,” he instructs her while pointing at one of the cabinets.

Ella feels compelled to obey for some unknown reason. She jumps up and opens the cabinet. Looking inside she sees a shiny steel collar and grabs it, holding it up for him to see.

“This?”

“Yep, that’s the one,” he confirms.

“See? Very well trained,” he assures her. “Now. If you examine the collar you’ll see that it has no lock and once it’s closed it can not be removed. Do you see what I mean?”

She inspects the collar and sees it clips closed with a pointy bit but sees no obvious way to open the collar. “Yes Sir.” Ella confirms.

“Good, knowing that once you put it on you can’t remove it ever again… What do you think about that?” he asks.

Ella looks uncertain. “Ehm, can I not?” She finally says.

“No you can't, Girl. Put the collar around your neck and push it shut,” he commands her.

Ella immediately raises her hands to her neck but hesitates at the last second.

He notices and smiles, “Come on. You know you want to obey me.”

Ella is powerless for his words and with great trepidation she loops the collar around her neck and brings the open ends together. She looks at Mike with a questioning look. But he just nods encouragingly at her.

A firm press on the collar from both sides and after a few seconds a sharp and seemingly impossibly loud click seals her fate.

8 – The proposal “There you go, what a good girl you are. All geared up for your new life. Now, isn’t that an exciting feeling?” The man asks her.

Ella hates herself for listening to this fuckhead. But she’s unsure what to feel or think. It's like there are two Ella's stuffed into her head. One wants to obey this man. The other Ella knows this is all wrong. It gets more confusing because her immediate actions suggest she wants to do this. This internal conflict is complicated by another, she just stupidly obeyed a man of which she doesn’t even know his fucking name. She’s been with him for weeks and she knows literally nothing useful about him.

She tugs at the snug collar.

“No Girl, it’s really on there." He laughs at her. "Now come with me. I have much to show you.”

He turns and heads to the stairs. Ella meekly follows with her hands holding on to the collar. At the foot of the stairs she stops.

“Sir?”

He turns around halfway up. “Yes my dear?”

“Don’t I get clothes?”

“You don’t need clothes girl,” he informs her.

“But we’re going outside?” She wants to know.

“No we’re not,” he says more friendly, “We’re going to see about your future. Come.” And he turns and walks out of the basement.

Ella nervously follows him, blinking at the bright sunlight as she emerges into a well equipped kitchen. Immediately distracted by the large window, she stares out of it. Longing to leave.

Her captor stands at the kitchen island and he holds out his hand. "Hey, focus. Come here." He calls out to her and Ella grabs his hand.

“Do you remember what this room is for?” he asks.

Ella looks stupidly around. ‘Duh… It’s a fucking kitchen.’ she thinks.

“A kitchen, Sir,” she politely answers.

“Correct. And can I trust you in it? Prepare our meals and not cause any trouble?” He continues.

“Yes Sir.” Ella smiles. Him saying 'our meals' did not miss its effect and she's immediately looking forward to eating real food again!

“Good, then from now on when you need to prepare food or get drinks, you’re free to be in here. Understand?”

Ella nods wide eyed. "Uh-huh…"

“Over there you’ll find recipes for everything I like to eat. If you don’t know how to make something, use those.” He points at a shelf filled with recipe books.

Ella looks at it and sees a wide variety of cuisines represented.

“Got it? Now, follow me…” He commands her.

In the living room he repeats his stupid questions and instructions, and tells her she’s free to be in this room at any time. But she’s not allowed to touch or control the TV or his games.

It’s a nice living room with soft carpet on the floor. A massive TV is mounted on the wall. There is no cable or satellite, it's only for Blu-ray movies and an old Nintendo game console he explains. Along another wall there is a fireplace and there are a few shelves filled with books on the left and movies and games on the right of it. A comfortable looking couch stands more or less in the middle of the room.

They then head to the bathroom, and the process repeats itself. More instructions for things she can and cannot do. But notably, she can be in the bathroom at any time she needs it but is not allowed to linger around in it.

Looking around, Ella sees a spacious shower area behind a shoulder height wall. No bath. A toilet of-course. And a large sink. She can use his electric toothbrush and shows her where to find the brush heads so they don’t have to share. There is a shaving kit as well, for when she needs to shave.

And he expects her to be neat and trimmed or shaven at all times.

There is a small laundry room with an expensive looking washing machine and tumble dryer. She can be in here as needed as well. And with that, she’s put in charge of laundry.

The next room is his office. She’s never allowed in here and will be punished if he ever finds her in it. He lets her peek inside through the door and then shuts it.

And finally at the end of the hallway is his bedroom. More soft carpet on the floor. A king size bed with lots of pillows. A tall and narrow mirror is mounted on one of the closet doors. She can move freely in this room as well.

Ella expects that she will be in here with him a lot.

With the tour pretty much over she thinks this is all stupid and simplistic bullshit and Ella wants to shout at him that she’s not an imbecile and can think for herself. Or better yet, that he should do his own chores and just let her go home.

But due to her programming she knows better than to say anything else but ‘Yes sir!’ And politely go along with it.

She also thought he would have a massive villa or something, imagining the basement as its dungeon. But somehow she got stuck in a small, but luxurious, 4 room farmhouse kind of setup.

“…And if you ever leave the house or the garden around it without my permission I’ll hunt you down and lock you in the basement. Understand?” His voice sounds threatening.

“Wha?… Eh, yes Sir! Don’t leave.” Ella hasn’t really been listening to the last few of his instructions. She was busy staring out of the window. She can see something of a valley with trees, it’s a beautiful view. Through another window there is a bit of a garden with some grass and more trees in the background. She imagines it's very remote.

No escape possible.

He frowns at her, wondering if she got the warning about leaving and his instruction about cleaning and laundry but lets it slide for now. “Come,” he simply says, and grabs hold of her. Hugging her tightly. “If you behave and follow my simple rules, your life will be quite comfortable and enjoyable. I promise.”

Ella nods into his shoulder.

“I’m not a bad man. I love you. Just remember that,” he continues. And Ella can’t help but smirk. “Do you think I’m bad?” he asks, hearing her snigger.

“Ye… ehh, No Sir!” Ella corrects herself.

“Hmm…” He hums, “Go to my office, and wait for me there.”

“Sir?” Ella looks questioning at him. ‘He’s already breaking his own rules?’ She wonders.

“It's time to talk about the future. Go!”

Ella walks to the office and slowly opens the door. Expecting her captor to charge at her and punish her as soon as she steps inside. But nothing happens.

She sits on a little stool near the desk, staring at his computer.

‘Ella… Your name is Ella Bloom, you’re 21 and you’re kidnapped. Your name is Ella, you’re 21 and you’re kidnapped. Your name is Ella, you’re 21.’ She reminds herself over and over again, just like she has done for god knows how many days now.

‘Am I still 21?’ She wonders. She has no idea of the date, or even what time it is now. ‘Is anyone looking for me? My parents? What happened to my house? And my stuff?’

She wishes she had more friends so more people would know she disappeared.

Mike enters the office, interrupting her thoughts, he’s wearing a nice looking jacket. All businesslike he sits at the desk and opens a drawer.

“Girl,” he starts. “Do you know why you’re here?” He wants to know.

“You said to go to your office sir.” Ella replies automatically.

“Yes, but in this house,” he rephrases.

“Ehh. Because you want it?” Ella tries. Vaguely remembering his words from so long ago.

“Correct, the moment I saw your photo I knew I had to have you,” he sort of explains.

“Oh… Why?” Ella flatly says.

“You’re so very beautiful, Girl. I think so anyway.”

“Thanks… I guess.” Ella quietly says, she doesn’t think her cute but plain looks are all that special.

He sees her disagreement and continues assuringly, “I really mean it. Naturally cute girls like you are not nearly as common as you might think.”

“If you say so…” Ella doubts, unsure where this is going or what this has to do with her future.

“Anyway, I also knew you’d never accept me for who I am.”

“Oh… Why?” Ella says again.

“Would you go on a date with me?” he asks.

Ella looks confused, is he asking her on a date now? “Now? I don’t understand.”

He sighs, “I mean before you arrived here.”.

“Oh… I might. If you're nice to me… I don’t know.” Ella thinks out loud.

“I see…” He starts to say.

“Would you have kidnapped me then as well? If we’d be out on a date?” Ella interrupts him.

“Ehh…” He never considered that, he just took the opportunity as it came to him 2 weeks ago. Mike has had a fantasy about transforming a girl into the perfect partner, it's why he has the basement the way it is. And it's why he has the instruction tape. But there was no real plan to kidnap anyone before Ella started making a racket at his brothel.

“Anyway, I want my partner to be compliant and loyal,” he changes the subject, “And as you might have guessed, I’m not good at meeting people. Certainly not women,” he starts to explain.

‘I don’t care! Let me go home!’ Ella screams at him in her head.

“When I grew up I realized I’m very apathetic towards most people. Women hate that, you see?” He monologues.

‘I don’t fucking care!’ Ella’s mind rages.

“Anyway, I also realized that it doesn’t really matter who my partner is. Where she comes from or what her name is, as I really don’t care.” He’s quiet for a moment looking for her reaction.

When she just stares at him, he continues. “What I want is to have a beautiful girl that does what I say and stands by my side. And, luckily it turns out that that person is you.”

‘Yes, so very lucky…’ Ella thinks, she feels like crying and her upper lip quivers for a moment.

He is oblivious to her sadness and just stupidly smiles at her. “I think we’re going to have lots of fun together. That’s very important to me.“

He looks at her for a reaction. But she still just stares at him with sad disbelief as she silently rejects his insane justification for ruining her life.

He then continues, “Most women seem to think they’re too good for me. Especially when they hear I own a call center and an escort service. Or…” he hesitates, “…because I’m not very attractive.”

Hearing that, Ella feels sorry for him and says, “I wouldn’t care about your job if you’d be a decent person,” she assures him without thinking.

“That’s good to hear. So you’re not going to be a nuisance, right Girl? No running away or making dumb arguments?”

Ella shakes her head. “No sir.”

‘Insecure prick…’ The fleeting thought zips through her mind, but really she feels sorry for him.

Then she stares at her feet and is unsure if her pity for him is a genuine response or if he wants her to think that way so that he can be the victim instead of her.

“See, then all is right.” He sighs with relief. “Now, here is what I wanted to show you. Remember? I promised you could make a choice? Take a look. Consider it a test.” He puts a sheet of paper on the desk.

Ella looks curiously at the paper.

“Read it!” He says.

She obeys and after reading it can’t believe her eyes. The document basically states that she, Ella Bloom, wishes to willingly abandon her life, her possessions and financial assets to become the willing partner and wife of Mike Boss. And in doing so she denies any wrongdoing and accepts that the previous weeks of training was done by her own free will.

Mike in turn promises to take care of her for as long as he can, and to his best ability.

It’s a simple contract, or agreement, with simple terms. Just a few paragraphs with her part in it, her 'choice'. And his commitment to her. Followed by 2 dotted lines for them both to sign.

She looks at Mike. “What is this?” Ella is refusing to accept the full meaning.

“Your future!” He simply says.

“But if I refuse?”

“Then you go back into the basement.”

“Another week of training, or however long it takes,” he says.

Ella shakes her head.

Then another thought hits her, his name, Mike Boss.

“So every time they said ‘You’re going to the boss,’ that was your name?” She asks with a small voice.

“Yes, but I’m Sir to you, don’t forget.”

Ella feels cheated by thinking she was being brought to an anonymous boss-like figure but instead that was the guy's name the whole time.

“I, I can’t sign this.” Ella stutters, her eyes shooting fire.

“Sign it girl!” He tells her.

“No… Mike! You’re an insane and pathetic loser!” She spits the words at him. “Find a woman who actually loves you, the normal way… I want my life back!”

Mike looks hurt and nods and takes the paper away. “You’re sure?”

Ella nods desperately. Thinking that another week of abuse is a small price to pay to avoid becoming his slave wife.

He tears up the paper and points at the floor. Ella slides off the stool without thinking and kneels where he points. She looks at Mike filled with hate, scared for what he’ll do next.

He flips through a book titled ‘Programming people’ and reads a page. When he’s done he puts the book aside with a smirk and grabs a pair of scissors and a handful of Ella's hair.

“Don’t move,” he tells her.

Ella sees the sharp item come at her and screams, “Noo! No, please, don’t kill me, let me go!”

He ignores her fear and snips off her long hair just below her ears. Long locks falling to the ground. Not satisfied yet he again cuts bits of her hair shorter leaving her with an ugly uneven hairdo.

Ella sobs and whines at losing her hair. Her beautiful long hair. She crawls around and collects loose strands from the floor, clutching it in her hands. Looking bewildered at her captor.

“WHY?!?”

Mike says nothing and reaches into his desk drawer again and out comes a leather hood and a small jar. He points in front of him, "Face away from me." He instructs her.

Ella adjusts her position to kneel at his feet on auto-pilot.

‘Why am I listening to this maniac?’ she thinks. ‘What is wrong with me?’

Nothing is really wrong with Ella, but because of the weeks of programming she received during the nights she’s compelled to obey Mike. She may have slept through half of it. But a lot of the stuff the droning voice had repeated over and over is embedded in her mind. So much so that a lot of the things she does seem instinctive.

Ella doesn't at all realize the extent of the damage done to her. How her decision making process and sense of duty and care and even her idea of free will have been altered to suit Mike’s wants.

And while he can’t erase her memory or truly change her, he can influence her behavior and habits. This is, for now, most evident with how she has her own thoughts about wanting to escape or being distracted from Mike. She’s still Ella after-all. But at the same time, she follows his commands and can’t push herself to actually try and escape.

He opens the little jar and scoops out some doughy goop with a finger and fills her left ear with it, impairing her hearing. When Ella reaches up to her ear he smacks her on the head and she rests her hands on the floor again, staring forward.

No words needed, she knows she did wrong and stops doing it.

He then fills her other ear and wipes his finger in her hair and starts pulling the leather over her head.

Carefully positioning the triangular hole so her nose can poke out and he maneuvers the hood in place before pulling on the lace in the back until it’s as tight as it can be without snapping the leather strap. When done he zips a little flap over the string and clicks a small padlock through the zipper so it can’t be opened anymore.

The hood looks quite beautiful on Ella. The smooth brown leather shows no creases at all. He admires the outline of her jaw and the slight bumps of her ears. 'She’s truly beautiful in every way, even without a face.' He thinks feeling lucky.

Ella meanwhile is struck with fear and wonders what’s in store next. She can breathe through her nose and a tiny gap on her mouth. No issue there. But all she really hears is the blood in her ears.

“We’ll try again in a few days,” he says to Ella with a tap on her head.

Ella flinches and squeals at his touch but doesn’t hear a thing.

9 – Two days of madness Ella had sort of expected to be thrown back into the basement, but no such thing seems to happen.

She sits in Mike’s office waiting for instructions that do not come. After 10 or so minutes she gets restless and starts feeling around. Not finding his feet she assumes he has left her alone. Her cut hair is gone too.

It's time to escape.

Crawling around the desk and feeling her way to the door she heads left and follows the wall until she finds a door with a twist knob. This is the front-door she remembers.

Unfortunately it’s locked.

She then goes looking for the kitchen, which also has a door to the outside. After some searching she bumps into something. Reaching up, there are pans and kitchen items on top of the thing she bumped into.

They clunk together as she clumsily feels around the things on the kitchen counter. But Ella is unaware of the noise she makes.

A firm slap on her naked butt causes her to scream and freeze in place. But after a minute nothing happens and she continues her exploration.

‘What the fuck is going on, is this some kind of test? A punishment?' she thinks feeling scared and abandoned.

Ella is left alone for the rest of the day. She keeps crawling around trying to find an escape but none of the outside doors open. Others are open but clearly lead to rooms she's been in.

It's a hopeless endeavor.

In the evening they have a little struggle when Mike forces a straw through the breathing hole to feed her another bread shake. Just as Ella realizes what’s happening and starts sucking on the straw it’s removed, giving her barely 3 sips.

After 'dinner' she’s pressed flat face down on the floor and Mike gently enters her vagina. He makes love to her right there in the hallway and when Ella finally starts getting into it she feels his penis swell inside her and he cums. Thrusting a few more times into her before leaving her alone.

Ella is left frustrated and horny. She’s too ashamed to masturbate and risk Mike seeing her and after a few hours she finally falls asleep somewhere in the house, she has no idea where. She’d found a place that she thinks is a corner and has carpet and just dropped down and slept. This happened to be in the living room.

The next morning she’s awoken by Mike when he pulls her upright and pushes the straw into her breathing hole again. This time she gets the full cup. And is left alone for the whole day until it’s dinner time.

Clearly she’s not alone. She gets a slap or shove from time to time and she has no idea why. It's nerve-wracking.

The whole experience drives her nuts and she wishes she could serve Mike. Make his food and wash his clothes. Or even be back in the basement giving him his daily blowjob and being fed her mushy meals through a straw. Anything is better than this.

All day she crawls around not knowing where she or Mike is. No matter where she goes, Mike is nowhere to be found, but really he could be standing right next to her avoiding her touch and she wouldn't have a clue.

Mike meanwhile reads a bit more in his book. The idea of this exercise is that if she is being ignored and helpless she'll crave his attention and ultimately realize that she can't be without him. He watches her throughout both days and gives her a firm slap on the butt when she’s about to break something or comes close to hurting herself.

On the morning of the third day he feeds her the regular shake and ignores her for the rest of the morning. Until he hears a repeated thud against a door along with Ella whining and crying.

Investigating the sound, he finds her in the bathroom where she's bumping her head into the door repeatedly. He ignores her plight for now but when the noise stops a little while later he goes to check on his captive again and finds her splayed out on the floor.

‘So pretty…’ is his first thought. Then he has a great idea and grabs her ankle, dragging her outside onto his patio.

Ella feels his grip and weakly struggles. Trying to kick him with her other foot but it’s no use. She’s dragged over the doorstep and feels the air change.

‘I’m outside!’ she thinks. ‘That’s not allowed!’ And she frantically tries to claw her way back inside.

Mike is of-course stronger than her and easily holds her in place with one hand holding her ankle up, he loosens his pants with his other hand, revealing his massive boner.

“Ohhh yes!” He grins at the sight beneath him. His life hasn’t been this much fun in years…

Mike gives a short tug on her leg and Ella stops moving, nervously waiting for what’s next. He then lets go of her and kneels between her legs, leaning over her. Kneading her firm C-cup breasts with one hand before lowering himself down and sliding his dick into Ella’s vagina.

“Ooohmm” Ella groans under his assault. But she doesn’t resist him.

When he starts thrusting into her, her body welcomes the sex. She feels more horny with every thrust he makes.

Ella hates herself as her body betrays her yet again.

‘You’re Ella, you need to escape!’ She forces the thought into her mind but it doesn’t stick. And before she knows it her legs are wrapped around his waist and her hands caress his neck as she desperately holds on to him to consume their sex.

She grunts along with his thrusts and after a few minutes tenses up and whimpers as her orgasm crashes over her. Mike isn’t done yet and he keeps fucking her gently but firmly. Scooping her up, they sit up straight. Ella is balancing on his crotch and legs. As if on auto-pilot Ella starts riding Mike while quietly moaning, bobbing her body up and down on his penis wishing she could control herself.

He’s looking over her shoulder in the distance, enjoying the horny girl and the view over the valley. Mike then grunts and has his orgasm, spurting his semen into her. Ella barely responds but stops her lovemaking and leans into him with her arms around his torso making small noises while she breathes heavily.

He undoes the flap hiding the leather string on her hood and loosens it. Soon Ella sits blinking against the light and she can look over his shoulder at the house.

She thinks it’s a nice house. Dark rock walls, as is so typical for British farm houses. A big glass sliding door leads into the living room. They're on a tiled patio. She’d love to have a house like this. Such a pity it has Mike living in it.

Her hearing returns when he peels the hardened blobs of goop from her ears. And she fingers her ears as the air hits it.

Mike relishes the feeling of her body against his. Her breasts pressing into his chest and her head leaning on his shoulder. It's the best feeling ever.

“Girl?” he asks after a few moments.

“Yes… Sir?”

“You really went all out just now… Are you finally ready to become mine?” He softly asks her.

“I ehh, I…” Ella stutters, her head red with embarrassment, “You’ll do what you want anyway…” she then whispers near his ear.

“Indeed, so why make it harder for yourself?” He argues.

“Please just let me go… Please, please please…” Ella pleads with him.

“I won’t do that, Girl. You know that.”

“Then I hate you. I hate that you chose me. I hate this life and everything,” she quietly cries into his shoulder.

“I see,” he says with disappointment.

"I'll kill myself…" She whispers.

He hopes she won't. Holding her body against his own he effortlessly stands up. His softening penis slips out from her.

Ella hangs limp in his arms as she is carried back into the basement where he puts the manacles back on her wrists and ankles and padlocks them together. With the short chain he hooks her ankles to the floor anchor.

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