Czar Gregovivk Part 5

"I'm saying that Mabel has her nature just like that. The fact that she was abandoned in an orphanage, without any maternal or paternal ties, may have contributed to her submissive spirit, craving attention," I assert my words, having seen with my own eyes how she gives herself up. "Let's face it, Sieta, someone like Miss Shot could have caught the attention of a domination enthusiast. If she were well-trained and molded into submission, she would become the perfect submissive for a master..."
"Oh my God, these assumptions are getting more serious!" Sieta adjusts herself in the chair and looks at me, lost. "But if that were the case, she wouldn't have run away from you during the indulgences. A submissive soul recognizes a dominant; it's practically a magnet for them..."
"But a submissive who still doesn't understand the purpose for which she was educated would be frightened," I say, thoughtful, remembering her in the little room when she came after me. "She would think they are just..."
I fall silent, recalling Mabel, her shaken state when she sought me out.
"I can't control some things I feel, some disturbing desires..." She lowers her head and rubs her fingers harder on her legs.
"She could very well confuse what her body was taught to be since childhood with strange desires in adulthood." I maintain the line of reasoning, trying to understand what Mabel really is. "This would make her susceptible to being molded by anyone who wanted to turn her into..."
"A perfect alpha submissive," Sieta finishes my sentence and stands up from the chair. "Shit, what you're saying is something serious, besides being criminal! To achieve this kind of submission, you need to educate them from a young age, as if they were puppy dogs that need to be disciplined..."
"She is," I say quietly to Sieta as I remember the first time I touched Mabel. "During the indulgences, I gave her an order, told her to be quiet; I just wanted to play with her, to see how far I could push her curiosity, but Mabel..."
"Did she obey?"
"Yes." I confirm with a nod. "She obeyed me, and that confused me. It was as if I had a real submissive, not a curious visitor. And later, when she returned to Sodoma, I thought she had come back out of curiosity, like most guests do, but she came to ask for my help. I was surprised at first, but then I saw, I saw her submissive soul screaming to be freed... Mabel didn't understand what was happening to her, and I still wasn't sure what she was, but today, when she knelt before me, everything became clear..."
"What do you mean she knelt? Did you order her?" Sieta becomes more agitated and looks at me nervously.
"No." My hand raises while my eyes focus on the injuries on my hand. I remember how destabilized I was to see her kneeling and sitting before me like a docile, obedient puppy on guard, just waiting for a command from her owner. "I have only seen a submissive sit like that, as Mabel did today, once before, and that was many years ago when it was suggested to train girls to be the alpha submissives of the counselors."
"That's forbidden; it was a completely repugnant idea by the council. I remember the uproar when it was suggested to train children to prepare them to be domesticated submissives, like little pet dogs."
"The only thing that was hushed was who came up with that idea," I say seriously, shaking my head, smiling bitterly. "Can you imagine who it was?"
"Freire!" Sieta spits out the name in disgust, her eyes wide. "That cold, sadistic bitch would be the only one to have such a disgusting idea. She took pleasure in humiliating her submissives as if they were animals..."
"Touché!" I stand up from the chair and walk toward the window, watching the hall below, filled with guests. "Freire brought a twenty-year-old girl to the council meeting that day to demonstrate her idea in practice, claiming that the younger they started training, the more obedient they would become."
"But that wouldn't make sense with Miss Shot because Freire suggested that idea..."
"Thirteen years ago," I reply without turning. "I know this because it was my first meeting as a counselor, and I voted against Freire's idea." I remember how disgusted and repulsed I felt hearing that bitch talk about how young girls could be trained to endure whatever their masters desired. "And do you know what else happened thirteen years ago, Sieta, when Freire proposed that idea? Mabel was being adopted by Alekessandra Shot to be educated at home."
The more I think about it, the more facts intertwine, loose threads slowly connecting the stories.
"Oh, shit! If these two stories are connected and this girl is some sort of guinea pig for Freire..."
"Sodoma won't forgive." I turn to face Sieta. "They wouldn't risk having a living proof of what Freire did. And you know very well how Sodoma reacts to anything that might signal danger to the anonymity of its members."
"They will clean up the mess; the evil will be cut at the root." She lifts her head to me and rubs her face. "Oh, fuck! With so many places for this girl to show up, it had to be right in our house?! Why did she have to come to Sodoma from Moscow..."
"That's what I want you to figure out—what really brought Mabel to Moscow." I walk to my desk and sit in the chair. "And the rest I'll handle. I'll find out where our old friend Freire is and what her connection to Alekessandra Shot is. If I'm right about this, the other counselors will never lay eyes on Mabel."
"Damn, damn!" Sieta clenches her fists at her sides and takes a deep breath, becoming thoughtful. "Alright, I'll take care of it."
"Great." I turn my eyes back to the computer.
"Do you need anything else I can do?" I divert my gaze from the screen to Sieta and lean back in the leather chair.
"Actually, yes." I tap my fingers on the table and let out a low whistle, already knowing my cousin is going to tease me.
"What? Just say it. Do you want me to go look for that bitch Freire myself?"
"No, I want a trusted gynecologist." I take a deep breath, speaking seriously. "And it has to be a woman; I don't want a man touching her."
"Are you kidding me?" Sieta's eyes widen, and she looks at me confused, then bursts into a mocking smile, trying to hold back laughter. "Are you really serious?"
"Does it look like I'm laughing?!" I retort, looking at her mockingly. "Schedule an appointment for her with a gynecologist tomorrow; I'll be busy hunting some rats. I need you to do this for me; Mabel needs birth control."