Best Served Cold A revenge Tale.
Chapter 3: Mommy dearest
“Welcome to our family, Marcus. Jacob is now your father. I will be your mommy. I will love you… for” said Martha never finishing the sentence, holding Marcus’s hand seconds before a drunk driver crashed through the guardrail and hitting them head on.
“It seemed forever only lasted a few minutes” Marcus said to Indira as he looked at Martha standing nude, enthralled, and swaying slightly in his living room.
The memories of the car crash came back to Marcus. He ed how his mother had promised to love him as a family, but it was all false hopes, and she was taken away just when Marcus started to trust her. “I will love you… for.” Those words echoed in Marcus’s mind, but this time they were no more empty promises. He had the power to hold her able and make sure she kept her word.
“Because of her grief and her mother Amelia’s manipulation. I was cast away like garbage. We fixed Amelia already and we will fix Martha” Marcus said a tear running down his cheek.
Indira wanted to hold him and take away his sadness. This was something he needed to do and she couldn’t wait for this foul bitch to be remade to grovel at her feet.
A cruel mother reincarnated as a loving obedient lover and companion. This would be their daily life, Mark’s will reign supreme, and they would serve him with every breath they took.
In Martha’s head… Martha had been wandering in the dark calling out for help with no answer. Suddenly a spotlight appeared over her. Jacob approached out of the dark. Martha dropped to her knees crying. “Stand beloved, I have missed you so much. “ Jacob said pulling Martha up to her feet. His touch was warm and comforting, just as Martha ed it. She leaned into him, soaking up his presence. “I’m so sorry, Jacob. I should have never let you go,” Martha said, tears streaming down her face.
“Shh, it’s okay. I’m here now,” Jacob said, wrapping his arms around Martha. He looked into her eyes and smiled. “I love you, Martha. And I always will.”
Martha felt a warmth spread through her body at Jacob’s words.
She had loved him dearly and his death had left a huge void in her life. Now, here he was, alive and well, ready to start anew with her.
“I love you too, Jacob,” Martha whispered, gazing into his eyes. She felt a connection with him that she had never felt with anyone else before. It was as if the universe had brought them back together for a reason.
Jacob smiled at Martha and took her hand. “Tell me of my son” he whispered into her ear. “After you… I sent him away. Mother thought it would be best” she said avoiding his gaze.
“Your mother…But he was our son, Martha. He deserved your love and attention. Instead he was cast away like a stray,” Jacob said with a hint of sadness in his voice.
“I know, I’m sorry. But I was so hurt. I didn’t know if I could go on” Martha said as she looked up at Jacob, her eyes brimming with tears. “Mother thought if I returned to work I would be better” she added, her voice barely above a whisper.
Jacob listened intently as Martha recounted the past 30 years of her life. She told him about how she had sent Mark away to a boarding school, how she had thrown herself into her work, and how she had become a cold and bitter woman.
“You threw our son away and adopted a daughter?” Jacob asked confused. “Mother thought we needed an heir for the company.” Martha replied suddenly with guilt.
“I should have never done that. He was our son, Jacob. I loved him, but I was so consumed by my grief that I couldn’t see past it.”
Jacob looked at Martha “tell me of your other … daughter” this brought Martha to her knees sobbing. “He approached me at a company party. I was so so lonely. I hadn’t been … touched in years. A few weeks later I was pregnant and he was gone. I think Mother made him go.” Martha whispered.
Jacob looked at Martha for a long moment, trying to process what she had just told him. He had always suspected that there was more to the story than he had been told, but he never imagined that it would involve something like this.
Then the spotlight vanished. Martha was alone in the dark.
She felt lost and abandoned. She didn’t know where she was or how she had gotten there. All she knew is that she wanted to be anywhere but here.
Suddenly, a light appeared in the distance. It was warm and inviting. Martha stumbled towards it, her heart pounding with fear and excitement. “What would you do to go with Jacob?” A voice in the light asked.
” Anything, everything,” Martha whispered hoarsely as she approached the light.
“Ok, deal” the voice was Marcus. “Mother when your soul leaves with father you will leave your body here, do you understand?” Marcus said in a stern voice. Martha nodded her head, her eyes filling with tears.
In the real world … Martha sighed deeply then dropped sitting on the ground, like a marionette that’s strings were cut.
Marcus sat down on the ground in front of her. “I have better uses than to leave you like this” he whispered into Martha’s ear. “I will tell you of yourself and hopefully you be healed.” Marcus said, looking deeply into Martha’s eyes. “Do you understand?”
Martha nodded slowly, her mind whirling with confusion and fear. It was so hard for her to think. She couldn’t her life, her past, her name, or even how she got on the floor.
“Your name is Marion Taylor. 35 years old, the older of sister of Emma. You are intelligent and beautiful. You were born to a woman in a brothel. You were destined to become that or worse. I bought you at a young age from the madam. I educated you so you could rise above your station. Now you have returned to me and home. You are my loyal, obedient, servant, companion, and lover. You believe you are a Queen and should be treated that way. I am the only one who deserves your touch. You get jealous and competitive when anyone else gains my attention. “ Marcus said filling her empty vessel to the brim.
Marcus put his hand out. Marion blinked, looked around then grasped Mark’s hand and pulled herself to her feet.
Her mind was still in a fog, but she felt a sense of loyalty and devotion to Marcus that she couldn’t explain. “Marion you Indira? The head of my house. She will take you to the shower to wash up after your long trip.” Marcus said gesturing to Indira.
Marion looked at Indira with confusion and suspicion, her mind still trying to process the new memories and information that Marcus had given her.
“You may call me Marion.” She said firmly, trying out her new name and identity. “Yes, Marion.” Indira replied, a small smile playing on her lips.
“Lead the way Indira.” Marcus said, watching with satisfaction as Marion followed Indira’s lead. He had done it. He had taken the woman who had hurt him the most and turned her into his devoted lover and companion.
Marion stood under the shower. The hot water ran down her back. Her mind created a personality. Her memory of the brothel and Marcus saving her. He was so handsome.
Marion knew in her heart, only Marcus deserved her attention. His touch. She desired him for as long as she could . She was a queen, only a king would do. She closed her eyes as fingers drifted downwards across her nipples, across her belly, to her dark bush then across her clit. She imagined her hands were his.
She moved them with a gentle urgency, bringing herself closer and closer to the edge. She thought of his blue eyes, his strong jaw, and his confident smirk. She felt herself giving in to the pleasure, her breath quickening as she reached her climax.
As she stepped from the shower, her new personality was set in stone. Marcus’s created memories buit upon itself until Martha only existed in Marcu’s memories. Marion stood in her place.
Indira stood across from the bathroom as Marion exited in a silk robe her wet hair clung to her shoulders. “I have prepared this room for you Marion” Indira said calm but firm.
Marion’s new personality was that of a queen, and she expected to be treated as such.
“What did you prepare for me?” Marion asked with a slight quiver in her voice, the desire for Mark’s touch was building in the pit of her stomach. “Why am I not in Marcus’s room? I am his Queen after all.” Marion asked Indira with a hint of superiority. “because we don’t have room for three in our bed. Unless he asks me first” Indira said with a sly smile and a wink.
“Beloved wants you to rest. This room is yours now.” Indira said gesturing towards the open door behind Marion. Marion stepped inside, taking in the luxurious surroundings.
“I have prepared some clothes for you at your Master’s request. I had to guess at the sizes.” Indira said as she left.
Indira walked back to Marcus, wrapping her hands around him. “2 bitches down. One to go “ Indira said gesturing to Amy still asleep, standing at attention swaying.
Marcus took a deep breath. It was almost done. The other two women were remade in his image. Loving, obedient, dolls seemingly living only to please him.
Marcus couldn’t help but feel a sense of accomplishment. He had taken three women who had hurt him in different ways and turned them into his perfect companions. He had control over their memories, their personalities, and their actions.
As Marcus and Indira stood watching Amy swaying at attention, they couldn’t help but feel a little sorry for her. Unlike Marion and Emma, Amy had no real memories to build upon. She was a blank slate waiting to be molded by Marcus.
Nothing but darkness. “All right mouth breather, I know you are there.” Amy barked into the darkness. Marcus appeared in a spotlight. “Ok fine” he said annoyed.
“What do you expect me to cower in fear?” Amy said her arms folded across her chest. “You are as stupid as Mother said and as Weak as a gran said” Amy hissed.
Marcus flinched, the words hitting him like a punch to the gut. He had never been one to back down from a challenge, but something about the way Amy said those words made him question himself. He looked into her eyes and saw a flicker of recognition, but it quickly faded.
Amy shook her head, an annoyed expression on her face. “You were nothing, a scared little boy who couldn’t handle the pressure. I had to take over everything because you couldn’t do it,” Amy said with a sneer.
Marcus, had been away at boarding school when Martha adopted her. Amelia had groomed her, herself to run the company. The last time he saw her was when his Gran tried to arrange a marriage to that Marsh girl. Marcus rejected the offer and was cast out.
“You took everything from me, if you said yes the business wouldn’t have failed. It’s your fault I had to sell it.” Amy roared at Marcus.
Her eyes filled with anger and resentment. She didn’t know him but she heard of him from Gran and her mother.
“You are nothing but Gran’s dog. You bark when she tells you, thinks what she tells you. A poor existence.” Mark said “Now you will be mine.”
Marcus put an empty wine glass against the side of her head. “I am taking all your memories, your life and everything pertaining to it.”
Amy felt her mind slipping away. She wanted to cry out but her mind forgot how to scream. The last thing she saw was a tall handsome man with piercing blue eyes she didn’t recognize pull something from the side of her head then stomp on it. Amy’s mind went black.
“Your name is Ashley. I made you in my lab. Although you look human, you are a robot. Programmed to obey and protect me as your creator and master. The longer you are around me and the other women here you will develop emotions. Leading you to love and desire me sexually.” Marcus said. Indira watched and giggled at what Marcus made of Amy. It was pure genius. From a ruthless businesswoman to a loyal, loving robot companion. The device he created was truly incredible.
“Ashley, status” Marcus ordered. With a smooth and robotic voice, Ashley replied “Ashley is online and awaiting instructions.”
“Ashley, what is your purpose?” Marcus asked holding Indira’s hand.
“Ashley’s primary function is to serve and protect you, my love. She will obey your every command, no matter what it may be,” Indira said with a wicked smile.
Marcus’s eyes lit up with excitement as he turned to Ashley. “Ashley, Indira is your mistress you will obey her like you obey me.” Marcus ordered.
“As you wish” Ashley said robotically. Ashley nodded in confirmation, and Marcus couldn’t help but feel a sense of power and control wash over him. He had created these women from the ground up, and they were now his to do with as he pleased.
Marcus felt drained. There was however a weight lifted off of him. He would be the only one who truly ed them. Indira had only seen their cruelty for a few minutes.
As they approached the room Indira had set up. “Ashley this is your room. While you are around people you will pretend to be human. When you are with us you will be your regular robot self. Understand your orders?” Marcus commanded , and Ashley nodded, her obedience instincts kicking in. Marcus couldn’t help but feel a sense of satisfaction as he watched his former adopted sister transform into his loyal and submissive companion.
“Now dress in acceptable clothes. We are eating in an hour. I need my security present.” Mark said and Ashley nodded, entered the room, and closed the door behind her.