Down the Rabbit Hole Or Something Like That (Closed to Inky.)

The pulsating throb of helicopter blades against the warm afternoon air provided the occupants within the aircraft a monotonous background melody. All was silent within the whirring metal bird, no words were spoken as it hovered over the lush farm areas that were speckled around Atlanta. Two men were in the cockpit, stony faced Dominus members who knew exactly what they were doing, trained proffesionals who had joined their superior on a day like no other. This was but another hopeful day for Dominus, a new member to join their elite ranks...a person who had flashed across the agency's radar a few months prior and ever since then they have collected every single shred of information on her. Doctor Skyler Snowden, an elite combatant with an extensive military history. Her prowess on the battlefield and in the medic's room were not only admirable but extensively sought after. A woman of her skills could not be ignored and an invitation had been sent out to her by Dominus' Chief, Adam Paxton, in the shape of a lewd field agent and his sniffling prisoner.

Franklin Salters, a man with a history filled with all manners of crimes and triumphs had been specifically chosen to invite Ms Snowden into Dominus. He was provided with a suitcase filled to the brim with crisp one hundred dollar bills and a hand written letter from the Boss himself. "The girl won't be able to resist my charm", he said earlier that morning, briefly flicking over her files as he lazily waited for the approval of his other 'guest' to join in on the little excursion. Lilia Ivanov, A.K.A agent Etoile had been dragged along for the ride, not because it would be a trip in which she'd gain field knowledge and experience but rather, to amuse and satisfy her twisted handler by any means he saw fit. The pale faced teenager, who had only recenty been forced back into Dominus' hellish jurisdiction had been suffering horrid abuse at the hands of the grinning older agent for at least a month. She had been thrust back into the regular routine of acting as Franklin's play toy. She no longer had her older sister, Sheryll Paxton, to love and protect her and was instead forced to join in on her handler's perverted fantasies and experiments. She could not escape his violence, she could not refuse his lust and she certainly could not tell him to stop every act of abuse he subjected her to.

Not only could she not speak English but she had now been fitted with quite a cruel contraption, one which quite literally stole her voice. Around her slender neck was a silver collar, a glowing red light was it it's center, just above the base of her throat. She could no longer cry for help, beg for his mercy or let a wisp of her melodic whispery voice escape her bound voicebox.

Glancing outside the window with glistenin blue eyes she noticed the whirring aircraft was descending onto a paddock a few yards away from the target's house. Lilia had caught glimpses of the woman's files when Salt was scanning them and she recognized the great oaks that lay across the roadside and the mountain range that tickled the belly of the sky. A silent gasp escaped her lips as she glanced at the earth that gradually crept closer and closer. She clenched her legs together as the doors on the sides of the chopper slid open, the wind that blasted through the open appeture caused the petite girl to shiver and cling to her body, avoiding the sickening glare that her handler shot her way. Without any order and in fear of getting dragged out of the aircraft by her hair, Lilia meekly followed after her handler, staring at the ground as she clenched her pale fists, not daring to look her abuser in the eyes.

"Okay boys! Let's shut this thing off!", Salt hollered over the spinning blades of the chopper as he cocked his pistol and strapped it to his waist, "The target's house is just past the edge of the forest. Paul, I want you stationed at the south end, keep that sniper rifle glued to your eyes the whole way through, if Miss Snowden ain't so nice...you know what to do", he grinned, revealing yellow teeth as he smacked 'Paul's shoulder, "Nicholas! You take the north end, there's an empty shed near the base of the blood mountains so you should be able to get a clear shot as well if she fucks up", he ordered the second trooper with a brisk nod of his head. Finally he turned his gaze to the shivering teenager, grasping her upper arm and jerking her to his side he gave his men a devious grin. "Little Missy here will be coming with me, she'll help me check out the interior of the house.." , he cackled, tightening his grip around her slender upper arm, causing her to whimper in pain. Turning around one last time to face his rifle wielding men he cocked his chin up, a twisted smirk on his unattractive face. "Let's hope 'Doctor Snowden accepts our request aye?", he chortled before heading in the direction of the doctor's residence.


The wait had been two hours long. The faint smell of the pine flooring and fresh linen hung in the air providing the two intruders with a welcome entrance. Upon breaking through the front door the greasy older agent immediately reconfigure the alarm and quickly strode through the kitchen, checking to see if ms Snowden had anything remotely appetizing. Lilia on the other hand clung to the front door, not daring to step into a stranger's house without their permission, a quick glare from Franklin resulted in the girl meekly stepping through not forgetting to remove her pale white flats in the process in the futile attempt of respecting some traditional house rules. She would have not have usuallly done such a thing, for her feet and legs were covered in a painful array of scars given to her by the very man who dragged her there. But her politeness over rode her shame and she proceeded to tip toe through the house with Salter's sickening trophies on display. Skyler was not home and Franklin Salters had taken full advantage of that. He was a man who often abused protocol, not caring for the rules or silly regulations the government had set up for people like him..he simply did what he did because he enjoyed doing so. He checked every room in detail, played around with what did not belong to him and committed the heinous act of assaulting Lilia on their target's bed. The ballerina had simply wished that their private intrusion would only last a few minutes before their possible recruit came but she was mistaken...she was once again caught in her handler's twisted games and her silenced screams did nothing to halt the gut wrenching and painful act he forced onto her in the target's bedroom.

"Sir, the target has arrived. She is coming your way" Blurted one of the hidden agents through the intercom, interrupting Salter's playtime with the whimpering agent that lay limp on the bed. He let out a frustrated sigh, clicking his tongue as he quickly reorganized himself, tossing his prisoner's clothing back onto her in the process. "Copy that! Keep your eyes on the prize boys." he uttered, fixing a crease in his shirt and quickly strapping his pistol back onto his side. Lilia slowly returned her pristine white garments onto her shivering bruised skin. Hushed tears rolled down her face as she sniffled away the pain and embarrassment. Buttoning up her pale beige blouse she hesitantly followed Franklin downstairs into the main living room, wiping away the moisture that flooded out of her innocent blue eyes. A sharp hot pang of pain shot through her cheek as she was about to sit down, knocking her to the ground; whatever pained yelp that wished to escape we lips was immediately replaced by a silenced cry. "If you wreck this for me, I will fuck you up so bad.", Salters hissed, the venom in his words charring her last shred of joy.

A few moments had passed and the teary eyed teenager immediately glanced up after hearing the click of a gun. The target had arrived and she did not look happy at all. She said something that the girl could not understand but she could feel the shock and anger lace the tip of her words. Franklin on the other hand merely smiled, crossing his left leg over his right as he shot the Doctor a smug look. "My dear, I am the best thing to happen to you ever since your military paycheck!" he grinned, flashing his stained teeth as he brought the suitcase on top of a nearby coffee table. "I know it must be a bit strange to walk into your house to find a few stranger's and speaking of that! I'm impressed you noted the front door, you're exceedingly observant and that is one of the reasons I am before you today!" he cried, clapping his hands in the air, completely ignoring her raised weapon. "I have come on behalf of a good friend to present to you a little..let's call it a deal. I know about your military history and I respect that, the agency I come from respects the and we are offering you quite a big fuckin load of money for you to consider!" he smirked, chubby lips peeling outwards as he tapped the black suitcase in front of him.

"So put that gun away and answer this...what do you know about Dominus, because let me assure you Dominus knows a lot about you..."

Mr Salt giggled, a dirty high pitched wheezing noise that caused a tremor of disgust run down Lilia's spine. She had not moved one inch off the floor ever since the silver haired lady arrived, the only thing she could muster was to bring her legs closer to her chest and wipe the moisture of her face. She hated people seeing her like this. Lilia was a girl who by all accounts was a demure perfectionist, so to have a third party see her so unkempt and exposed only heightened the shame even further. Lilia curled her feet, keeping them pressed together in an attempt to hide the crimson scars that laced her supple skin. She could not look the woman in the eyes, not only was she too ashamed to have another woman recognize her presence but was also deathly frightened that she would have her body shot to pieces with the gun the woman was wielding.

Letting in a sharp breath of air through his nostrils the greasy agent clicked his tongue, rubbing his unshaven chin as he gave the woman an amused eyebrow, "You must be mistaken Doctor..this is the chance of a lifetime! Do you miss the thrill of battle and the glory of war", he hollered, a bit too excited for the subject matter, "Or are you going to squander your talents working as some cheap mercenary?" he deviously grinned, showing her a list of targets she had eliminate in the past years. "If you don't care for the money that's fine...I'm a fairly flexible guy. What does the infamous Doctor Snowden need to consider returning to the field?" Salt glanced around the house in an attempt to see anything remotely interesting. His lewd gaze briefly flicked over the girl who was silently whimpering at his feet, clenchin his jaw it took quite a lot of self control to keep himself from kicking her in the gut.

The woman was evidently much more skilled than Salt initially believed. She had manage to pinpoint the locations of the two snipers and he simply blinked in surprise, impressed with her talents. "Very Impressive! Although not to burst your bubble Ms Snowden but the snipers are also here for someone...much more dangerous", he uttered, referring to the sniffling brunette who was tentatively brushing strands of hair out of her ethereal face. "So tell me. You care not for Dominus' money nor the two very skilled snipers staring at you from two different locations..why it seems that nothing I present you with is going to convince you. But I know that's wrong, if my bargain wasn't being considered you would blown my fucking head off already. So please, enlighten us all! What do you really want?"

Salt's perverted stare took the young doctor's body inch by inch. Although she was considerably older than what he usually goes for he could not help but let his lust take over. A whole manner of dirty thoughts flashed across his mind as his gazed swayed with her hips, never leaving the womanly curves that sent a warm rush through his body. She refused the money. Which was fine, he would keep it for himself and squander it on less than beneficial pleasures that cash could buy. As her body leaned over in front of him he could not help but stare at her chest, licking his lips as she began to talk. She wanted Etoile. She wanted Etoile? Instantly snapping himself back to reality he let out a sharp gasp as the barrel of the gun was pushed against his forehead, a mixture of frustration and surprise immediately washed over his grubby face as the silvery haired woman in front of him set her part of the deal.

"She belongs to me..", he uttered under sharp breaths clenching his jaw as he quickly glanced at the weapon aimed at his head and the shivering girl at his feet. A whole string of muffled profanities escaped his lips as he turned his gaze away in frustration before closing his eyes and inhaling a deep breath. "So you're into that stuff aye? I can honestly say I'm surprised...she isn't that cooperative anyway...if you know what I mean", his voice shook but the slurred comment did enough to communicate his twisted thoughts. "Lilia here is worth more than that suitcase and believe me when I say it...whoever owns her is the fucking richest person on earth", he stabbed a chubby finger in the quivering girl's direction, obviously referring to her metahuman gift of turning herself into living diamond.

"But...I'm not merely going to hand over my playtoy with nothing in return", he spoke slowly, his eyes glinted with a uncomfortable deviousness as he ran his fingers alongside the woman's toned thigh not forgetting to creep his eager fingers just under the protection of her skirt. "Although...then again how would I know that you can...treat the little bitch right...if you know what I mean?", he cocked his eyebrow, referring what he believed the young Russian was only good at...private pleasuring. "You can have the little tart once I'm convinced. I need to know that...her staying with a woman won't be any different than when she's with me...and once we've had our 'private meeting' in your bedroom I will personally sign you up for Dominus. How does that sound Doctor", his voiced was unwavering, the twisted lust in his mind had overridden his cautiousness and he quickly glanced at the woman's body once more, it's been a while since he has done anything remotely entertaining with a woman who was over the age of 20...

Blood pumped through Salt's veins as the lewd excitement began to rack his core. A whole manner of less-than-savory thoughts bubbled in his consciousness as he imagined the 'foul deeds' ms Snowden was going to release onto Lilia."Lilia would love a good dominant female to knock her around a bit..", his gleaming eyes lathered with unkempt an obvious perversion lapped over the curved figure of Skyler who was now leaning over his pet. The fantasies in his head went into overdrive causing him to squirm uncomfortably and take a long swig of the beer that was left in the bottle given to him. "Does she speak? Yeah, Russian...although that thing around he neck has silenced her so you won't hear any whining or screaming. Fucking annoying if you ask me..", he chuckled hastily putting the beer down as he leaned over to stroke his prisoner's face, her obvious discomfort and disgust at being touched made him smirk with a particularly devious level of maliciousness.

Cracking his neck he switched on the intercom and blurted out some orders to his men stationed on the north and south side. "Boys, take a break..I've got everything under control. Contact base and tell them the deal is set", he said in a rather casual voice his eyes however never leaving the lithe athletic body of the woman in front of him. Switching the intercom off and tossing the small device onto the coffee table he glanced at Lilia who was frozen in her place. The meek, helpless fear that was painted across her pretty face only excited him even further. Reaching his hand out and clasping the young agent by the roots o her sandy colored hair he yanked her upwards, a silent yelp was all she could muster and the sheer look of pain and terror flashed across the innocent visage."You see, she enjoys pain!"

For the young ballerina she had never felt so objectified in her life. Lilia could not understand what try were saying but she understood that Salt was handing her over to the woman...like a piece of meat. She quivered underneath the woman's touch, a woman who just happened to cause the fearless Franklin Salters to squirm underneath the barrel of the gun. Was this woman going to worse than the man who subjected her teenage life to a seemingly insurmountable levels of torture and abuse? Warm tears bubbled from her sparkling bright blue eyes, rolling down her face as the woman gazed into her. Her lips trembled and her limbs went weak as the memories of abuse filled her head. She would have screamed for the woman to simply kill her then and there but the collar that constricted her throat halted any such act. The instance Salt yanked her head back Lilia instinctively kicked outwards, the soft yet scarred sole knocked into the woman's arm in the ballerina's futile attempt at escaping the torture..

Lilia's earlier fears of serving underneath the frightening doctor was all but washed away when she heard the familiar dialects of her mother tongue. A silent gasp escaped her peachy lips as she blinked away the tears, completely shocked with the sudden turn off events. The woman was not the monster the teenager initially perceived her to be...far from it it seemed. Although there was a trade off with this new knowledge and the young girl swallowed after the revelation that Ms Snowden was in fact going to rough her up a bit to convince the vile handler that she was in 'good hands'. Sniffling past the tumultuous emotions that wracked her consciousness the ballerina prepared herself for the 'treatment' under the hands of the knife wielding woman. Glancing upwards she recoiled at the lwed gaze Salt gave her, his lips covered in saliva and his hot breath tinged with the pungent smell of alcohol. Staring once more at her new 'master' Lilia gazed at the women, a cocktail of fear, uncertainty and hope gleaming off her bright blue eyes...she needed to play the part.

The sharp hot burn of a hand smacking her tear stained cheek sent a jolt of pain through her porcelain face. The woman was not lying when she said she was going to give Salt an example of her apparent future treatment of the sniffling teenager but the hit itself was convincing enough that Lilia cringed from the brief pain it caused. The immediate toying that Skyler released on Lilia was not only convincing but incredibly frightening for the innocent young girl. Never before had another female been that close to her and she shuddered underneath the contact and the slow burn of the blade pressed against her slender neck. Skyler truly was a frightening woman..but at least she was not the monster Lilia initially envisioned her to be.

The woman released her and Salt clapped his hands, his perverted smirk staining his already ugly face. "Well I have to hand it to you..I kinda wanted to see more. But I understand your position, a man's touch is what you crave", he slurred, letting the sickening comment hang in the air as he roughly grasped Skyler's lower back bringing her in for an unsightly smooch. Lilia, who did not know about Skyler's deal with the man, Stared up wide eyed in shock as she watched the woman get played around with by the slobbering monster. If she could she would have offered her body up to him..since he was so familiar with it but it seemed that the young doctor knew what she was doing so Lilia had to look on, disgusted and afraid as her new heroine was roughly groped by Salt.

"We could always let the little tart join in. But she'd just get in the way and ruin the excitement", he sneered, his hand lingering on the woman's bottom as he motioned with his head to the upstairs bedroom. "I guess we should start fucking aye?" he hollered slapping the underside of the woman's skirt in a flippant manner, letting his fingers linger where they shouldn't. Turning his gaze to the shivering girl on the floor he roughly gripped her by the face and planted a particularly offensive kiss on her trembling lips. "You can stay here and listen to the sound of music..", he chuckled tossing the girl's head to the side as he grabbed the woman's hand and led her to the awaiting torture he'd put her through.


For the young doctor the painful deed must have been the longest hour on earth, filled with a whole list of unmentionable acts and feigned enjoyment as she fell victim to Salt's more violent and experimental side. He revelled in his power, his apparent belief that the silvery haired woman wanted him and that he truly was pleasuring her...but such a thing was tainted by the sheer bliss of the corrupt lust that controlled his actions. She was different than his usual 'playmate', more experienced and less inclined to claw him in the face. Finishing up was a blur for him and as he staggered down then stairs with a massive grin on his face he sighed, glancing down at the young ballerina who was now curled up in the foetal position behind the couch...she had heard what had happened. "well...that was fun. Might come again for some fun with you and Lilia", he jovially said, clapping his hands in the air as he made a thrusting motion with his hips...Salt was happy and that was never a good thing.

Lilia had heard everything. The screams of pleasure or was it pain? The constant creaking of the bed against the floorboards and the hoarse grunts that rippled out of Salt's greasy throat. The very thought of Salt doing 'it' with another woman not only made the teenager have an incredibly sick feeling in the pit of her stomach but a extremely potent form of guilt. Did skyler step in for her? Did the woman sacrifice her body for Lilia's freedom? Such thoughts spread like a virus within her consciousness and the mere sight of Skyler caused the delicate Russian to sniffle in regret. What her handler did to the woman was the last thing Lilia would want for anyone and as she rocked her slender body behind the arm of the couch the incoming sounds of the two adults caused her to let out a muted whimper. She gazed up at Skyler, horrified and exceedingly worried about what had happened and even though the woman continued the act of being a dominant nympho the girl coil instantly tell something was amiss...it was an emotion tied so closely to the ballerina that she could instantly pinpoint it on another person. It was pain. Pure, unquestionable and hidden pain...the sort that poisons the core of people and sets all hope on fire.

The man who had committed the terrible deed was rocking on his heels, scratching the unshaven skin of his upper neck as he gazed up at the woman who followed him down the stairs. "You will be stationed here, Dominus already knows of your agreement and has probably taken your name off a few 'most wanted' lists in the process", he gradually stomped over to where the petite teenager was cowering behind the furniture. Crouching low so that his eyes burned right into hers he roughly trapped her by the neck causing he mouth to spread open in pain, "I expect that my little flower here will be well taken care of. Keep her on her toes, never let her say no...not that she can't anyway", he sneered, bringing the teenager up by her slender neck and propping her onto her scarred feet.

The man proceeded to quickly grope and play around with a body he won't be seeing for a while. She jerked and recoiled everytime his hands strayed too far but like he said earlier...the damn collar halted all forms of verbal resistance."Feed her twice a day or not at all..I sometimes get her to dance for her food!", he hollered bringing his hand down to smack her bottom, the sharp crisp sound cracking into the Snowden house, "She's toilet trained and microchipped. Speaking of which, if she ever happens to turn on you..use this", he said, procuring a strange little remote device with a silver button in the middle. Lilia sharply inhaled as her eyes caught the familiar torture tool and before she could recoil in fear her body was wracked with an insurmountable level of pain. Her body instantly went numb and her limbs shook, her back arced into a 'C' shape as her lithe body violently reacted to the tremendous terror her petite form was going through. Letting go of the button and smacking his foot into the girl's sweat ridden stomach he grinned, once more turning towards Skyler. "One press of this little device will make her feel like a cattle prod has been shoved in her brain. So use it when she's naughty...or just use it whenever", he snarled tossing the woman the little device.

"We'll be in contact with you and the girl daily, I guarantee that work will come quickly.", he said cocking his head to the side as he slung the briefcase over his shoulder. Heading towards the front door he smirked once more at the women present, one who was on the floor still recovering from the fierce jolt of pain and the other still acting as a lustful nympho. "It was a 'pleasure' doing business with you. I shall contact you when we have work for you", he muttered, just before briefly glancing at his pet, "I know that dumb head of yours can't understand me but I fucking hope this lady tears you up", he chuckled winking at the quivering girl before stepping foot outside with a massive grin.

Doctor Karma was now officially part of Dominus.

Every word passed his lips made her want to punch him over and over again, her knife itching to be plunged into his kidney. He would feel immersed pain, and because of how high the pain would be, he would not be able to scream or yell. The literal shock from his nervous system would render his vocal chords useless. It would make him a true mute, and it would suit him. No need for a collar with Skyler's knowledge of the body at hand. When he brought out the device, she gave him a sharp snarl, but looked at Etoile while she made the face. To Salt, she was growling toward the girl. But she was really making this face and noise at Salt. He was so oblivious. "What if I want to hear her scream?" she asked, curiously. She wanted to know how to get the collar off, and what a good way to ask.

Before Salt could get out the door, Skyler grabbed him by the collar and pulled him into a hard, sloppy kiss. She then shoved him a bit and stepped back. It was her way of saying "Thanks for inviting me onto the team and see ya later." "She'll be in the best hands she's ever been in. Trust me." she said, smirking. As soon as he was gone, she had to do a sweep of her entire house. She felt terrible leaving Lilia on the floor, but she had to make sure there were no bugs. Sadly, there was. One in each room. Two in the livingroom. She used her meat tenderizer mallet to smash each small camera and microphone set. She checked every single nook and cranny and obvious hiding spots. As soon as the place was clean of any mechanical software she wasn't aware of, she closed the curtains, locked the doors, and came back to the living room. "Oh honey.." she said in English, but then allowed her Russian to slip through.

"That man will not be haunting you any more. Not while I'm alive and well. Let's get this collar off." she said, carefully sliding a hand to brush Lilia's hair over her shoulder to get at the clasp on the back of her neck. The device was not as complex as she thought. She took her knife and gently slid the tip of the blade against the collar. The mechanical lock eased open, and with one good tug the collar was off of her throat. Skyler took the collar and the remote and stashed it somewhere out of sight, out of mind. She then found a mug and started a pot of hot water for tea, or even hot cocoa. Whatever the poor girl wanted. Skyler felt so bad about hitting her, and returned to the livingroom. "Lilia.. You can hit me back now." she gave the girl a soft gaze, her silver eyes a bit dreary with sorrow. She still felt the sting of the slap on her palm. Her stomach was in knots, and she felt horrible. A price to pay to get Lilia into a safer situation.

Salt wiped his mouth against his forearm, the collective saliva of his own and The young doctor's clung to his leathery lips that were now bent into a twisted grin. "We'll send an agent or two to assist in the work we have for you", he grinned, taking a further step out onto Skyler's front lawn, "Dont forget to fuck her for me! ", he hollered, waving his hand in the air as he headed off for the chopper a few yards away. He succeeded in his mission, he gained one million dollars but lost his most favorite plaything in the process. Rubbing his temples his mind was still rushing with the ecstacy of the violent coitus that had rocked the woman's house. Although losing his prisoner, his most 'treasured possession', the man wholeheartedly believed that a woman's touch was all that Lilia needed to put her in line...

The silence after her handler's dramatic exit was both uncomfortable as it was strangely refreshing. Lilia gazed up into Skyler's eyes, knowing full well that she was once again in safe hands. Taking deep breath the ballerina soon felt the overwhelming fatigue and exhaustion her body had gone through that day. The past weeks she had barely had a peaceful nights sleep without Salt or one of his men creeping into her sheets. This day was no different, the physical, mental and emotional turmoil she had put her delicate body through was exhausting as it was overbearing. It was as if her weeks in Salt's clutches had accumulated to that one point in time and no sooner had he left and Skyler had assured her of her safety did the girl burst into tears, her melodic whispery voice now fully capable of escaping her trembling lips. She was too exhausted to wipe away the tears, the flood of emotions that escaped her body was both therapeutic as it was draining.

Through blurry eyes Lilia looked up at the silvery haired woman, her peachy lips attempting to form a smile as she meekly whispered a "Thank you", in her mother tongue. The faint smell of cocoa filled her nose but she did not have the energy to drink it, even though sh had not had proper food in the weeks gone by. Sniffling away the tears the girl lightly brushed a delicate finger across Skyler's hand. She was not going to hit the woman, far from it actually. The gentle, forgiving touch that trickled down the woman's hand was an obvious enough message that the teenager was indeed very thankful. Her body was numb and weak, her limbs quivered in random spasms of pain and her stomach growled for sustenance. Her starveling form was a direct and malevolent challenge to the beauty the girl held and no sooner had she innocently brush her hand against the woman's she collapsed.

The soft light faded into darkness and the only sound left was the beating of her heart, soft and slow and like a constant drum beat. Even though Dominus' poison still wracked her mind, body and soul she had finally found a gateway to freedom through the young doctor. Before her body fell unconscious from the sheer exhaustion and pain she gave the woman a warm, gentle smile...the first glimpse of joy the girl was surely going to experience at the side of Doctor Skyler Snowden.