A little lesson in trickery

And it sure was going down in history. Eliza specially made him go in first, so she could take the lead once more. As the both of them entered her apartment, she grinned, knowing he's not suspecting anything. An unknowing prey, that's how he looked to her. Just as she locked the door, she threw herself at him and hit him a few times until he fell to the floor. "And that's your place, fucker. You're to walk on all fours unless I say otherwise. Understood?" His head shook up and down in a nod, face twisting because of the pain. "Great." Eliza said nonchalantly, not caring for his well-being, since he could always be revived.

"Now, I'll explain to you, why I needed you. Maybe not specifically you, but someone. If you could..." Her foot hit his belly, telling him to lift it up, and he did so. Then, Eliza sat on his back, his spine bending visibly under her mass.

"So... There's one thing I wanted to try for a bit... But I need you to get some people I can use for it. Let's say... one person per day. That's where we're starting. If you tell them to sleep, they will, so it shouldn't be a problem. If you don't get me the people, you won't get any food or I'll roughly **** you, your choice. Is everything clear?" His head was moving again, but she couldn't hear any response, and spanked him. "Say it! Is everything clear?"

"Yes, Mistress!" Shaking, his body is almost at its limit, so she got up from him.

"Good. 24 hours, get someone in here." Meanwhile, Eliza went away into the bathroom, to clean herself.