Robby had been gone missing for six long months, and his father had spared no expense to find him. Police, FBI, P.I.'s, none could get any further than the pickup spot. Even the vehicle had seemingly disappeared from the earth. Since the first telephone call from that bitch who ran that perverted flower store, Robby's father had heard nothing. In those six months he had lost weight and lost interest in his re-urbanization project, dating, social events, virtually everything. He constantly second guessed himself, and became a regular at the church he used to attend with Robby's mother before her untimely death. That was when he became a ruthless businessman, hungry for expansion and control, forgetting his son and letting private school handle it for him. Robby was no longer his boy though. Robby had become nothing more than a boytoy, a smoking slut slave for two Domme women, one of which, Miss Jason, was now four months pregnant with Robby's baby. She was smoking two packs of cigarettes a day, telling Robby, "Your child will be conditioned long before he ever see's this world with a baby's new born eyes; living inside of me is like a trip to a living isolation tank, Robby." Ruby, who was in fact a surrogate "typical proud father" had begun training Robby for return to the real world and his mission. Robby practiced like an accomplished actor, feigning amnesia, confusion, conflicting details, and finally breakdowns for Ruby, who would reward him with tender loving smoke filled kisses for each time he grew more successful. "God, I love you Ruby, I would kill for your kiss", Robby sobbed in her arms one day. Ruby smiled at him, "I know dear, that has always been my intention for you". Robby was taught to use a gun, a crossbow and knife effectively by Ruby, who taught him to shoot at a target of his father and to practice stab a dummy dressed much like him. Robby found his training to complete him, each time becoming more and more excited by the thought of being in Ruby's arms forever, never leaving that smokey embrace. Robby's trip to the Isolation tank in the mornings now were vivid and rich experiences, with soft multihued lighting designed to allow him to see just how much smoke was being pumped into the tank with him. Soft music now played along with Ruby's voice somewhere in limbo telling him hypnotically just what was expected of him. Somewhere along the time together, Ruby had become attached to her boytoy, enough so that she told her lover that if there was a way in which to rescue him after his mission, she would do so, otherwise he would have to die. Miss Jason had become rather bitchy about everything with her pregnancy, and was quite explicit about her contempt for Robby, telling her, "Dear, if you bring him back here, I intend to let you watch while I poison him with enough smoke to amuse a lab technician working for the surgeon general. Both agreed he would be a short lived amusement in any case, but what the hell, he was only a man anyway. They both prayed fervently that the baby would be a little girl and were estatic to find that the child growing in Miss Jason's smokey uterus was in fact a little girl. Finally, Robby was released to fulfill his mission, his mind a complete and utterly chaotic twist of memories, one in which the FBI finally gave up on. Other than a few scars, Robby seemed healthy, and it was chalked up to temporary amnesia, shock, and tramatic repression that he could not remember anything, which may fade with time. Once again Robby's father was on top of the world, in control, ready to challenge and confront anyone, and once again Robby was a possession or trophy for him to show off at dinner parties. "A son so strong willed and determined that noone could keep him from me", his father was fond of saying. Robby was the only one who knew different, and on Christmas Eve of that year, walked into his father's study unannounced. All the help had been given the night off, and it was only himself and his father at home. His father only had time to look up before being shot in the shoulder by his own gun, held in his son's hands. Robby smiled, "Well, daddy, I see you have a few questions before I finish you, but since i am in a hurry, I won't waste any time here. One, you are dying for the sins of gluttony and corruption. I am your executioner. You and your judgement's about people, see where it got you? SHUT THE HELL UP, DADDY! That's better...you never knew when to shut up". Robby lit one of Ruby's brand of cigarettes, took a long pull, and sighed with delight. "Ah, that was wonderful, thanks to having to take care of you, i was denied this for so long. Oh well, goodbye", Robby told his father, emptying the clip into him. Robby then used the knowledge gained to cross wire the house so it would create an intense electrical fire that would start as soon as he turned on the lights to the christmas tree. Earlier in the day, when people are too busy having eggnog with their friends to notice any hanky panky, Robby transferred all the funds for his daddy into Ruby's overseas accounts. Finally Robby opened the main gate to let a car pull up in the drive. He popped the trunk and took out the body of a boy whose corpse had until yesterday been in a morgue in a town a hundred and fifty miles distant. He took the body, put the gun nearby it and switched on the xmas tree, stopping just long enough to enjoy the fireworks before getting into the car and roaring off into the night with Ruby at the wheel. "I thought you might need this dear", Ruby told him as she hooked him up to the mask he once fought not to wear. Robby slipped it on, but not before hugging and kissing the woman he worshipped. She smiled and exhaled chuckling softly to herself, propping his mouth open for some loving ashes before allowing him to don his mask and suck in that pure pleasure filled smoke. "Wait till you see your daughter hon, she is beautiful, not that we need an heir now, but what the hell. Oh, and Miss Jason has a nice surprise for you when we get home, it will just take your breath away....for a very long time hon", Ruby said to him as she drove past the roaring fire engines.
