Reconditioned...

Reconditioned...

Status: In Progress

Genre: Erotica

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Status: In Progress

Genre: Erotica

Summary

Women have balls too; at least that was the creed Kristen Hilton lived by. It was the mantra for the Mistress of The Treasure Box and she displayed the shiny suckers to anyone who crossed her path. It was tough being the top Dom for San Francisco hottest BDSM club and it appeared that her status was like a bloody carcass in a shark infested ocean. So it was no surprise when Donovan Fairchild tried to put her to the test. After a brief meeting where she bested him in a spar of words, though he admits defeat, Kris finds her paranoia insisting that she not take his word. It had only been a few months since the only person she shared her heart with had nearly been raped and killed after she was kidnapped by an asshole who she had allowed VIP membership. She was not going to let another psycho win. She turns to Ivan and solicits his help through his Private Investigator. She knew Ivan would deliver...she was just shocked on who he delivers. Wicked games and dangerous flirting, mingled with the revisit of past lovers and nightmares, then top it off with explosive twist of fate and heart retching confessions; that was what Kris was in for. How was she to keep sane as all she had worked to gain and keep becomes threatened along with her life? Along side the dwindling fate of her reputation, which the wickedly handsome Viktor was about to lay to waste, did she really have to worry about who was holding the dagger in the dark? **Sequel to Conditioned...** Please follow as this story will certainly turn out to be private in a lot of chapters; so far chapter TWO is private and i can't fix that. Thanks to all my return readers! Spoiler alerts if you have not read Conditioned... I think this can stand on its own two feet, but Reconditioned will make more of a firm statement if you read Conditioned first. Will try to upload every Monday or Wednesday...no promises. Can i get some votes? maybe your feedback??? cool beans!

Summary

Women have balls too; at least that was the creed Kristen Hilton lived by. It was the mantra for the Mistress of The Treasure Box and she displayed the shiny suckers to anyone who crossed her path. It was tough being the top Dom for San Francisco hottest BDSM club and it appeared that her status was like a bloody carcass in a shark infested ocean. So it was no surprise when Donovan Fairchild tried to put her to the test. After a brief meeting where she bested him in a spar of words, though he admits defeat, Kris finds her paranoia insisting that she not take his word.

It had only been a few months since the only person she shared her heart with had nearly been raped and killed after she was kidnapped by an asshole who she had allowed VIP membership. She was not going to let another psycho win. She turns to Ivan and solicits his help through his Private Investigator. She knew Ivan would deliver...she was just shocked on who he delivers.

Wicked games and dangerous flirting, mingled with the revisit of past lovers and nightmares, then top it off with explosive twist of fate and heart retching confessions; that was what Kris was in for. How was she to keep sane as all she had worked to gain and keep becomes threatened along with her life? Along side the dwindling fate of her reputation, which the wickedly handsome Viktor was about to lay to waste, did she really have to worry about who was holding the dagger in the dark?


**Sequel to Conditioned...**
Please follow as this story will certainly turn out to be private in a lot of chapters; so far chapter TWO is private and i can't fix that. Thanks to all my return readers! Spoiler alerts if you have not read Conditioned...
I think this can stand on its own two feet, but Reconditioned will make more of a firm statement if you read Conditioned first. Will try to upload every Monday or Wednesday...no promises. Can i get some votes? maybe your feedback??? cool beans!

Chapter1 (v.1) - Prologue

Author Chapter Note

Sequel to Conditioned... I will certainly post a synopsis real soon; almost done but I think I can do better. Anyhoot! Please follow as this story will certainly turn out to be private in a lot of chapters. Thanks to all my return readers! Spoiler alerts if you have not read Conditioned... I think this can stand on its own two feet, but Reconditioned will make more of a firm statement if you read Conditioned first. Will try to upload every Monday or Wednesday...no promises. Can i get some votes? maybe your feedback??? cool beans!

Chapter Content - ver.1

Submitted: September 30, 2015

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Chapter Content - ver.1

Submitted: September 30, 2015

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Prologue

 

A/N Just a little something to wet your appetites. how does it sound for a beginning? Hit LIKE if you do and tell me in the comments how you felt reading this.

Saturday 3rd February, 1990

To think, it had began as such a beautiful day. It was meant to be a memorable one from just the beauty of it alone;Kris’ mom had taken her to the park and watched every move she’d made as she played with the other kids. Kris had caught her smiling and sometimes wiping her eyes. Then they'd go for ice cream but her mother never ate; she just watched her eight year old daughter eat to her heart's content. She appeared to enjoy it more than Kris her ice cream.

As cars zoomed by, they'd strolled; Kris swinging their hands and humming along with her mother. She'd stopped them and the distant look in her eyes made the little girl feel concern.

"Mommy what's wrong?" Kris finally asked when she saw the tears.

"You love balloons don't you Kristen?" Her mom asked; straining pass her tears.

"Yes ma'am..." The little girl replied; confused at her mother's change of mood.

"Okay, how about you take this and go get one for you and for mommy?" She asked as she placed two dollars in her hand.

Kris looked from it to her and then back at the party favors store behind her. Katelyn's lips twitched and quivered but she balled them in before her daughter could think anything of it. Seeing that she was not going to admit to anything being wrong, Kris turned away for the store, but stopped short as her mom embraced her from behind in her arms. She looked back at her mother; her smile so warm but her hurt pushing through.

"Mommy..."

"Sorry sweetheart, I just needed to hug you first. You can go now." She finally said and released her daughter. Kris beamed up at her mom. She loved her. She loved her so much. It was the worst feeling in the world to see her in pain, not know why or what was the cause of it and worse still, to not be able to do anything about it.

Wanting to hurry back, Kris told her mother she would return quickly and took off into the store. The clerk was a slinky young guy with red hair and honest to God freckles. He was adorable but to eight year old Kris he was nothing more than the man that sold the balloons. She placed her money on the counter top and with a glowing smile she asked for two big blue balloons.

"Two big ones?"

"Yeah the ones that floats too." She grinned. It was contagious and he found himself grinning as well.

"What if you float away?"

"Well one is for me and one is for mommy. I'll hold onto it and pass it to her before I float away."

He handed her two brilliantly blue balloons on a shimmering blue string and placed the money back in her hands. He explained that he had promised to give a gift to the prettiest girl that came into his store and Kris was by far the prettiest.

"Where is your mommy?"

"She's right outside in the pretty pink dress. See? We're matching." Kris spun in her dress as the man applauded her then looked outside to where her mother was.

She giggled; unaware of the reason he had stopped clapping. She didn't know what he was seeing was so horrible that it made him dash over the counter; scaring her. He shouted for someone to stop but all Kris heard was the wail of a very big horn, the screech of many tires and screams.

Feet so tiny yet heavy as sinkers, she felt her mind bracing her for what she was about to see. The first thing she saw was a man tripping on himself to get out of the old pick-up truck that was splattered with blood. Everything felt as if it was lagging in slow motion. She had all the time in the world to watch him run up the street and fall to his knees opposite the young shop owner. So much blood stained the pink summer dress that matched Kris'. She knew it was her mom but she couldn't react the way she was supposed to. How did one react to something this tragic?

Still holding her prized balloons, she sat on the sidewalk and watched as people fussed over the lifeless crumbled figure that was no longer her mother. The red head shifted a little to his left and gave her a view of Katelyn's hand, though broken severely, reaching out to her. Her eyes were open and though empty from death, it was the most peaceful she had ever seen them since her illness. Mommy was happy now...

It should’ve ended there…but the horror always found a way to hit the resume button in her subconscious. Little Kristen felt the blue balloons tug in the wind and eventually out of her grasp. They sailed away from her and all she could do was watch as they drifted as if on a current, over to the mangled corpse that lay broken in the street. They hovered there and though a fierce wind swept through the crowded street of frozen on lookers; taking down everything in its path, whipping violently at clothing, fallen leaves and hats, the balloons did not even sway. Right down to the shimmering blue streamers; nothing about them moved. Kris looked up at the sudden darkness that the grey clouds had brought; rolled in by the howling wind that was beginning to make her ears ache.

Then just as quickly as it had come, it was gone and with it went every sign of life. When she shifted her gaze from the gloom above her, she gasped to find that everyone was gone. The man that had driven the chipped white painted pick-up that took her mother away, the red haired clerk; they were all gone. All that was left was silence, the two balloons, Kris and the crumpled figure in the streets. Little Kristen stood and stared back at the lifeless eyes that were fixed on her. The blood stained outstretched hand seemed to be her mother’s last regret that she could not hold her any longer. She wanted to believe that there had been some regret; that her mother had not been completely selfish when she had walked into traffic with intent to die. Had she not hugged her? Had it not been the reason she had spent the entire day making Kris feel happy? Was it even worth it now given the outcome?

A whisper snapped Kris out of her dazed state. Taking into account that it had gotten completely void of anything to contribute to noise, it was like a sonic boom to hear the whisper. There was no one else there though. She looked up and down the street, called out for someone to answer, but no one responded. Who was it? Was it all in her head?

“Kristen…” the disembodied voice gurgled.

Frightened completely by the bizarre happenings, Kris began to hyperventilate and finally feel the daze of her shock lift from her mind. Replacing it was the fear that there was someone out there that knew her name, could see her but she could not see them. Stepping away from the side walk, she sobbed and asked the whisperer where they were.

“It still hurts…Kris…it still hurts…” The voice called; words gurgling up its throat.

It was pure horror when Kris realized where the voice was coming from. Slowly, as if she was too afraid to look yet too afraid not, Kris turned her head to look down at what should have been just a corpse. What she saw left her breathless and unable to move. The outstretched hand was now clawing the road until the fingernails lifted from the flesh; leaving them bloody and raw. It didn’t seem to matter to the hand as it was accomplishing just as it wanted by dragging her mother’s body inch by bloody inch closer to where Kris stood. Her body was taken with tremors and she whimpered and the voice worked its way from the mangled jaw. Her eyes that had appeared so peaceful before was stretched wide in what was agonizing pain and fear.

“Kris…It…still…hurts…” she bubbled again; blood pouring from her mouth.
“Mo-mommy?” she whispered. She took a step forward but was yanked back by an arm across her chest. She screamed and looked up.

The woman that held her with dark hair thick and bellowing around her and eyes a brilliant emerald green was still beautiful in all her fear stricken features. The little girl couldn’t help seeing that she looked so much like her mother…

“No! Don’t go…don’t go to her.” She gasped; her eyes darting away to see that the corpse was still making its way to where they huddled together; trailing a thick pool of blood behind it.

“Kris…don’t leave me…it…hurts…” the creeping corpse wailed.

Little Kris pulled at the arm that held her in desperation to be free of her. She didn’t know who she was but she knew her mother and her mother needed her.

“Let go of me! Mommy needs me! Mommy!”
“She’s not our mother!” The dark haired beauty screamed and her words were not lost on the little girl.

Our  mother? What did she mean by that? She didn’t have an older sister. Yeah they shared the same brilliant emerald eyes and other features, but this woman was not her sister…

“She’s my mom! Not yours! Let go! Mommy!”

Kris squirmed and when the lady’s arm got too close to her mouth, she took the opportunity and bit down into it till the woman yelled out in pain and released her. Kristen turned around and pushed the woman, unbalancing her and sending her falling to the ground. She winced at a searing pain in her right arm and looked down to see that there was an imprint of tiny teeth marks. It was in the very same place she had bitten the other woman. What was going on? She looked at her, mocking her movement with rubbing at the spot. She was shaking her head at Kristen and pleading once more for the little girl not to go to her mother but it was too late anyway.

The gnawing fingers wrapped around the little girl’s hand and pulled her down into the bloody mess it was trailing. Her little pink dress was just as stained as her mother’s. She screamed as the hands gnawed and clutched around her little body and pulled her tightly against jaunting bones and gushing wounds. Why hadn’t she listened to the woman? The puddle was growing and the ground beneath her was wasting away. She was sinking into the puddle and blood was filling her little mouth.

“It still…hurts…” the voice rasped.

Kris pled with her eyes for the stranger to save her, but all she did was stared at her; too stricken with her own fear. The little girl sunk further and disappeared completely into the thick crimson pool until even the bubbles stopped rising to the surface. She was gone but the woman was still there and so was the corpse.

She met its eyes and crab crawled backwards until her back touched the unyielding wall of the party favors store behind her. She shook uncontrollably as it crept closer; her lips miming words that she didn’t have enough air in her lungs to produce.

“It…still…”
“No…get away from me!” She whimpered; eyes filing with hot stinging tears.
“…hurts…” It continued.
“Wake up! Wake the fuck up! Kris!” She yelled; pulling her legs in and sobbing.
“…Kris-ten…”The body called. She was inches away now…

So close…

She had to wake up or she will be dragged into the bloody mess just like the younger version of herself. She had to get up.

“Kris…” her mother cried.

One of the blue balloons stole that moment to explode and she screamed from the explosion that left blood spraying upward to only crash around her. She closed her eyes, turned to her side to get away and as soon as her injured hand touched the sidewalk, the mangled hand latched onto her wrist. Kris went into a frenzied fit but no matter how much she pulled at it to be free; no matter how much she struggled and screamed, it wouldn’t let her go.

“WAKE UP!!!” she screamed as the ground began to waste away beneath her. She pulled against the strain of her arm popping out of its socket and tried to get one knee onto the pavement and out of the puddle. She slipped just as the other balloon exploded and sent a tidal wave of blood barreling towards her.

“It…still…hurts.”

Kris closed her eyes and screamed as she felt her body falling towards the pavement.

 

The pain of her body smacking the carpeted floor ended her screams and made them pained sobs and eventually whimpers. Kris was tangled in the once comforting duvet. Now it just felt like something to trap her into staying in that dream. She laid there for a bit until the whimpers stopped and her heart was not the sound of erratic drum beats in her chest. Her skin felt cold and clammy; her face wet with tears that had sneaked out while she was lost in her nightmare. Finally able to breathe, she untangled her legs, kicking the duvet from her bare legs and rolling to her side to push her way upright. She rubbed at the back of her neck and winced. When she glanced up at the night stand’s, clock she wasn’t surprised to see that it was only 9:00 in the morning. Considering the club closed at four and she made it home shortly after six…that was not enough time. But it was not as if this wasn’t the norm. She was lucky some nights-well mornings- to get about five hours sleep, but in most cases she was awaken from the haunting dream when she could manage to convince her body to relax.

Making her way downstairs, she shuffled to the kitchen; rubbing the spot on her arm where the dream little version of herself had bitten her. For some reason, the sensation lingered and took longer to go away than the other phantom aches. The coffee percolator was timed to brew at 6:00 every morning so all she had to do was pour and go. She pulled her favorite purple cup from the rack and did just that.

Kris’ mind was still quiet. There was always a silence in there when she had that dream. As if it knew without needing to send the message, that she needed a moment to reboot and recover but never to analyze or process what she’d seen. It was the only way she was able to function.
Taking her cup back upstairs, she yawned and rubbed the back of her neck till she was back in her room. Needing fresh air, she grabbed a throw blanket, pushed her feet into her fluffy Tweety Bird bedroom slippers and shuffled to the door of her balcony. She was not going to get anymore sleep for the day so she would have her coffee and maybe later, she’d practice her Kadas to help make her body feel less tight.

The sun felt wonderful but it was still a bit nippy. Looking out at the view of the lake behind her home, she placed her cup on the round table, wrapped her blanket around her shoulders and settled down into one of the chairs. The carton of cigarettes along with her lighter was still sitting in the ash tray that she’d left there. It wasn’t much of a habit to be too concerned about, but more or less a pacifier when she needed to release the tension. Kris knocked one from the carton, placed it between her lips and lit it; taking a deep long drag till her lungs were filled. Slowly, she eased the smoke from her body and relaxed against the chair. She’d had such a rough night last night and tonight would probably be no different. Tired felt to be an understatement. The dark rings under eyes said as much. She could pop a pill but Kris hated drugs that controlled her body that much. Besides, she might just get trapped in the dream again but not be able to wake herself this time. Fuck…

Oh well…twenty-four years and she was still functioning on cat naps and snoozes; another day wouldn’t be the end of her…


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