Dark Erotic Fiction

Foo Foo woke before the alarm clock went off.   She lay in her bed, comfortably enjoying the few minutes she thought she had before it would go off.   She was one of the fortunate ones in that she was allowed to sleep with only a collar on her neck, with that collar attached to the bed by a heavy wire.   The collar was her personal alarm clock.   At the appointed hour it would send a quite painful jolt into her, not only waking her, but also releasing her.   It was a shock guaranteed to instantly rouse even the deepest sleeper.

The less fortunate slaves, of which she had been one during her first weeks at the fat farm, were sleeping on their backs, spread-eagled, with their wrists and ankles in stocks attached to the bed.   They also had their own alarm clocks in the form of punishment dildos shoved up their pussies.   These slaves generally referred to them as alarm cocks.

When the alarm clocks were triggered, another electronic signal opened the collars and the stocks, allowing the slaves to get up and begin their days.

Each slave’s day was pretty much unique to that slave.   There were a few things in common to all the slaves, things like pain, sweat, hunger and exercise.   Endless exercise.   Despite the severity of it, both perceived and real, it was actually a very well run and efficient operation.   Its mainline business was purely and simply a fat farm for slaves.   Occasionally free women anxious to lose weight and trim themselves signed into the program.   They were treated identically to the way slaves were treated.   Few lasted longer than three days.   They didn’t receive refunds, either.

In addition to the weight loss, the farm offered optional programs that an owner could enroll his slave into.   Surgical modifications for weight loss were offered, but they were expensive and generally not necessary.   The most popular of the optional programs was the shaping and toning program.   Another popular one was the grace and style training.   Once the slaves were suitably slimmed and toned, may owners wanted them to be able to walk elegantly in heels or to be able to serve properly both while wearing heels, and not.   A highly qualified expert had designed every program, and then each slave was closely monitored for her health and progress.   On-the-fly modifications to a slave’s schedule were common as the doctors and physical trainers found it necessary to do so.   Best of all, it worked.

Foo Foo didn’t waste any time getting out of bed or in taking the collar off her neck.   One of the games played on the slaves was that after only a few seconds following the release signal, a relocking signal might be sent.   Any slaves who had been slow in rising found themselves suffering an extended period of the wake-up signal.   The shrieks coming from the other end of the dormitory evidenced the fact that at least one of the slaves had been too slow.

She made her way to the mess hall and got in line for her breakfast.   In keeping with generally accepted nutritional theory, breakfast was the largest meal of the day.   It was not something Foo Foo looked forward to any longer.   Meals at the farm were based on a porridge-like concoction.   The basic porridge was bland in taste but contained all the fiber, vitamins and minerals most slaves needed for good health.

As the slave in front of her moved away, Foo Foo stepped onto the serving machine’s floor plate and presented her wristband to the ID scanner.   The band identified her to the controlling computer, while standing on the floor plate registered her weight.   After an almost imperceptible delay, the computer activated the serving machine and a precisely measured amount of the porridge was deposited in the waiting bowl.   Next, a process not unlike the mixing of a custom paint color was begun.   In actuality, the machine mixing her breakfast had been based on exactly that machine.   Rather than injecting quantities of concentrated colors into the paint base, this machine injected other additives that had been determined specifically for her.   The additives could be additional protein or a specific vitamin, or as for Foo Foo, a flavoring.   In Foo Foo’s case, the flavoring varied from meal to meal, but could usually be described as bitter, sour, or putrid, and occasionally like feces. Also, but very rarely, just for variety, banana and brown sugar,.   Like most of the slaves at the farm, Foo Foo was being conditioned to dislike eating.

Since the food was being made to taste disgusting, it was expected that the slaves would eventually, and usually quickly, attempt to find a way to dispose of some or all of the meal.   Accordingly, new slaves were closely, but surreptitiously watched for exactly such an attempt.   When it was observed, that slave would be bound on her knees with her hands behind her back and forced to lap the meal from her bowl while a guard whipped her.   The sooner she managed to finish her meal, the sooner the whipping stopped.   If the same slave was foolish enough to make a second attempt, she was strapped down to a table on her back, then a feeding tube was shoved down her throat and into her stomach.   That was unpleasant enough, but it bypassed the taste buds in the slave’s mouth.   To ensure that the slave didn’t find this method preferable, a punishment dildo in her ass or pussy or both accompanied her feeding.   They never found it necessary to punish a slave a third time for this offense.

With her meal finished, she went to the assignment room to learn what she would be doing for the day.   Generally, the most preferred assignment was to the gym.   There, under the eyes of a physical trainer, slaves would do all types of workouts consisting of weight lifting, bending and stretching and occasionally jogging.   The best part about the gym was that even though the workouts were hard, they were short, and when the workout was finished, the slave often had many hours off to relax and socialize.   It was a simple physiological truth that one could not work continuously without intervals of rest, and slaves were no exception.

Today, she was not that fortunate.   She was assigned to generator duty.

The farm operators were quite civic-minded and made every effort to run their operation as ‘green’ as possible.   So while they consumed a lot of electricity, they generally produced almost as much as they used, and sometimes, more.   Being on generator duty meant being strapped into a harness and chained to the end of a long horizontal arm.   The arms were like the spokes of a wheel set into the hub.   The hub was a vertical shaft that through a series of gears and rods, connected to the shaft of a generator.   The slaves walked in a large circle at the ends of the arm they were attached to, which spun the generator, producing electricity.   There were eight arms on each generator and there were four generators.   The general routine of generator duty was walk attached to the arm for two hours, then rest for one hour.   Slaves shifted between generators as necessary to accommodate the time differential.

Walking the generator was difficult, boring work.   It was great for the legs and required a lot of effort o each slave’s part to keep the thing moving at the speed necessary.   Colored lights warned the slave teams on a generator to speed up if they slowed too much.   When the generators had first been put into service, some of the slaves realized that they could take it easy and allow the other slaves to do the work.   This led to the harness that each slave now had to wear.   The chain that attached the slave to the arm actually attached to a strain gauge affixed on the arm.   This allowed a computer to monitor the amount of effort each slave produced during her time in the harness.   Needless to say, after being found out and the ensuing punishment discovery brought, few slaves tried a second time.

Foo Foo looked at her assignment dejectedly, unhappy with it.   Then she noticed a footnote telling her to report to the Accessories Building.   The ‘costume shed’ as it was popularly called, was there for the purpose of outfitting slaves with specialized items that would ‘enhance’ their exercise for the day.   It was guaranteed to make the slave hate the day more than she otherwise would.

Foo Foo went to the counter in the costume shed, identified herself, then waited to see what she would be required to put on.   The clerk returned, handed her a pair of high heels, then without a word, turned to walk away.   Foo Foo looked uncomprehendingly at the shoes, then called to the receding clerk.   “Excuse me.   Are you sure this is correct?   I’m on generator today.   Heels?”

The clerk, also a slave, but owned by the farm, looked back at Foo Foo.   “Yeah, it’s correct.   We received a slave roster update this morning.   Your owner has signed you up for both ‘toning’ and ‘elegance’.   We’re going to see you every day for a while.   They’re working out the new slave routines now.   I’m sure yours is one of them.”   With nothing further to add, she went back to her duties.

Foo Foo sighed, then accepted the inevitable.   She strapped the shoes onto her feet and went to her duty assignment.   By the time she was released for the day, her legs were close to shaking with muscle exhaustion.   Her calves burned and her feet ached.   She knew that this was just the first day of many to come.

As with most of the slaves consigned to the hell that this fat farm was, Foo Foo lost weight rapidly.   Despite the fact of the speed of the loss, the farm operators had an admirable record of not killing slaves, and of actually improving their health and strength.   Foo Foo was one of those who fared well, losing weight while building strength and endurance.   When she began this next phase of her stay she could not repress a secret part of her being thankful that she was beginning to look like she had not so many years ago.   She still hated the place, but she wasn’t totally displeased, given the results, except for the fact that she was looking good for Carmella, and not for herself.

After a few days of pulling the generator in high heels, she was taken off that and given a somewhat easier assignment.   Now she was only required to walk.   But nothing at the fat farm was easy for the majority of the slaves, and not surprisingly, they had a way to make walking difficult.

When she entered the costume shop, she was directed to a small room off to the side, and there she was dressed in a web of fine wires connected to disks an inch in diameter.   The disks, spaced no more than a foot apart anywhere, covered her from her ankles to her forehead.   The disks were reflectors, and the entire web she was wearing was an adaptation, taken directly from Hollywood’s animatronics special effects studios.   The only significant enhancement to Hollywood’s outfit was the punishment dildo, suitably inserted.   Once properly attired, including a pair of five inch heels, she was brought into a large room.   The room had a variety of ramps, staircases that went up, with the other side coming right back down again, doors in the middle of the room, tables and chairs scattered around the room, seemingly at random, and other everyday items, all with no apparent purpose or order.

She stood alone in the room for perhaps five minutes before a heavy-set woman entered.   The other woman ignored Foo Foo, instead going to a desk set against a wall.   The woman opened a large electrical panel in the wall beside the desk, flipped many switches, then turned to look at Foo Foo.   Apparently satisfied with what she saw, the woman sat at the desk to turn a computer on.   When it was booted up and she had a program running, she spoke to Foo Foo for the first time.

“Stand still, I need to get a calibration on you..”

“Where should I stand?”

“Doesn’t matter, the lasers will find you anywhere in the room.”

After a minute of nothing happening, the woman announced, “Got it.”   With that done, the woman played with her computer a bit longer, opened another program, then turned to face Foo Foo.

“Ok, here’s the deal.   This is your first session of   ‘Poise and Elegance’.   Among other things, you will be trained to proper posture, how to walk and serve, and things like that.   We begin with five-inch heels, and by the time we’re done with you, you’ll be able to strut around in ballet-heeled shoes and boots.   Those suckers will hurt like hell, are bad for your feet and we don’t give a shit about that.   Understood?   We will also teach you some rudimentary dancing because masters like to watch slaves dance for them.   If you don’t know how to dance, or you’re not good at it, I suggest you spend some of your free time getting help from another slave, or ask one of the administrators like me for additional training.   You’ll be better off in the long run.   Today is the only easy day you’re going to get, the dildo is set on low.”

She paused to sip her coffee, then continued.

“This is how it works.   The outfit you’re wearing allows the computer to track every part of your body to within a fraction of an inch every second you’re in this room.   I’ll set you up in the basic correct posture, then when you slip out of it two things will happen.   One,   the dildo will activate and stay on until you correct your error, and second, the program will modulate a colored light onto the laser that’s tracking the offense.   That will give you a hint about what you need to correct.   Pay attention to it, because beginning tomorrow, you get no colored light and the dildo gets turned up.   It will begin at a low level, but if you don’t correct quickly, it will get higher.   As the days progress, the time it allows for correction is shortened, and the pain level starts higher.”

She took another sip of coffee, then a big bite of a doughnut..   With her mouth full of doughnut, she slurped another sip of coffee, then resumed speaking.

“This morning is simple stuff; walking, kneeling, bowing.   This afternoon you will be climbing stairs while carrying a tray, and serving from both kneeling and standing positions.   If you haven’t already guessed, I will tell you the tray is covered in reflectors too, so you have to hold it correctly the whole time.   You don’t get to slop liquids or spill things.   One final warning.   Don’t think you will be able to get through this training, then go back to your lousy posture and slovenly ways once you are sent back to your master. When you have gotten it right, we will videotape you, and give that to your master so he can see how you should look.   If, at any time in the year after you leave here, he thinks you have regressed, you come back here for remedial training.   Sweetheart, let me tell you, you don’t want that to happen.   For openers, you wear shoes with tiny spikes in them and we have this rotating dildo thing…trust me, you don’t ever want that shoved in you.   Not for a minute.   Ok, lets begin.   Chin up, pull your shoulders back.”

Once she adjusted Foo Foo’s posture, she stated her walking.   Foo Foo took three steps when a red laser lit her legs up and the dildo sent a jolt into her pussy.   Foo Foo yelped and flinched when that happened.   The woman laughed.

“Remember, that’s the low setting.   I forgot to tell you, you have to maintain the correct distance in your stride when you walk. Take a few more steps, I’ll get a calibration for that.”

Foo Foo walked back and forth seemingly endlessly.   She eventually got the hang of maintaining the length of her stride, and of keeping her chin up while she walked.   Before the day was over, Foo Foo learned many things, including the fact that her instructor had a button that would ignite the dildo whenever it was pushed, and that the instructor could adjust the level of the dildo’s pain.   The instructor didn’t care much for the low setting.

Walking in the ballet heels was hell.   It didn’t matter whether they were shoes or boots, the strain on her legs was enormous.   So much so that she began to wish that the instructor would order her to her knees to do some pussy licking.   That didn’t happen however.

Finally, one morning her instructor announced that she would be given a ‘final exam’ that day. If she navigated the course with only a few shocks to her pussy, she would be allowed to move on to the next aspect of her training.   Heartened by that prospect, Foo Foo diligently concentrated on every step and muscle movement.   At mid-morning, the instructor flipped a switch, loudly saying, “Ok, you passed.   Relax and come over here.”

Foo Foo almost fell for it.   She felt her shoulder muscles relaxing as she turned, ready to walk more casually to her instructor’s side.   But she caught herself at the last second and maintained her rigid control.   When she got there, she stopped, bowed properly and asked, “Yes mistress?   How may I serve you?”

The instructor smirked.   “I’m impressed.   Most slaves don’t pass that last test.   But since you did, you don’t have to repeat it with the dildo turned up to full, and we now have a few minutes to kill.   Since I did such a good job training you, you will reward me with your tongue.   Get on your knees, slut.”   The instructor spread her legs widely, grinned, then beckoned Foo Foo forward.

Released from the laser’s uncompromising insistence on perfection, Foo Foo thought she might be close to going home.   Not that being returned to Carmella’s tender mercies was anything to look forward to, but this place was still worse.   Being released from the fat farm had seemed an eternity away when she had first arrived, but now, with her weight well down and her overall physical condition vastly improved, she thought she might be close to done.

The next morning she was sent back to the costume shop, but this time she was sent around back, to an area she had never known about.   Other slaves were there also, not that that mattered.   There was also a wide variety of strange-looking devices lying around, although no slaves seemed to be destined to be consigned to their particular form of torture, whatever it might be.   Foo Foo watched as all of the other slaves were dressed in various harnesses and then attached to carts.   She heaved a sigh of resignation, accepting the inevitable conclusion that she was about to be trained as a ponygirl.   But it was not to be.

Eventually a man came over to her, carrying an assemblage of what appeared to be metal stocks and metal rods.   She watched his approach warily, causing him to grin when he looked at her face and saw the apprehension she was feeling.   When he reached her, he said “Don’t worry sweetie, you might actually get to enjoy this.”   Then he shrugged and added, “Or maybe not.”   He chuckled at his joke, then told her to spread her legs a bit.

He began by attaching one of the stocks to her ankles.     When he was finished with that one, her ankles were tightly held in the stock, with no more than three inches between her feet.   There were bolts sticking up that looked like something else was going to be attached to them, but he ignored them, moving to the next stock.   The second one was placed high on her thighs.   This one, she noticed, had slots close to the left and right edges, running front to back.   It also had a largish hole directly under her pussy.   Her expectations were partially confirmed when he slid a tall, flat metal side piece through one of the slots in the upper stock, then attached the bottom of that to the outer edge of the lower stock.   When the other side was added, her legs were trapped in a four-sided box with the front and backs of her legs exposed.   She shifted her weight slightly, and in doing so realized that she couldn’t walk.   She couldn’t swing a leg forward to take a step.   The failed attempt to move her leg caused her to unbalance slightly, and to catch herself she flexed her leg, bending her knees.   The side pieces slid easily up and down in the slots in the upper stock.   Realization dawned on her, but of course, she said nothing.

He looked at her knowingly, then said, “This is a leg exerciser.   This afternoon we will put heels on you and it will aid you in learning to balance yourself while wearing them.   For this morning though, its just basic exercise, and also to get you accustomed to using the exerciser.   The drill is simple.   There are two posts, there and there.”   He pointed at two posts in the ground, spaced about thirty feet apart.   He continued. “Each post has a button on it.   I’ll start it up by pressing one of the buttons.   You go to the other post and press that button.   Then you go to the post with the button I pressed and press it.   Then back to the first post and press it again.   You keep going back and forth, alternating between them until the green lights on top of the posts go out.   When they go out, you get a short rest period until they go on again, then you press the button you are next to and resume going back and forth.   That’s all there is to it.   Now don’t get any ideas about only pushing one of the buttons, or of taking your time between posts.   Each push is recorded, and we know which one was pushed and when.   If you’re too slow, or if you don’t do it at all, you get punished.   I’d love to see you get it, but we play fair.   You do the exercise right, you don’t get punished.”   He grinned at her, then walked toward one of the posts.

Foo Foo knew full well that she couldn’t walk to the other post.   The only way for her to move was obvious; she had to hop.   She began hopping.   After only a few hops, she knew why it was a leg exercise.   She wondered if she would be able to keep it up as long as they would require.   Then she remembered that in the afternoon and the next day, she would be wearing heels also.   Awww, fuck me.   This is hard enough as it is, but wearing heels?   These bastards are sick.

Somewhat to her own amazement, she managed to get to the first post without falling.   As she went back and forth between the posts, she quickly got into a rhythm that turned out to be not too tiring and succeeded in eating up the distance.   When the first rest period arrived, she was thankful for it, but she knew she could have kept going.   For the first time since her arrival, she realized that the training and exercising she had been forced to undergo really was paying off.   And while she knew that she would never have done it on her own, she was pleased with the weight loss and the overall improvement to her strength and stamina.   When lunchtime was over, she wasn’t overly reluctant to resume, even knowing that she would have to wear heels.

The next day she reported to the same place, and the same man met her to install her in the leg stocks.   She was already wearing heels waiting for him.   As he approached, she noticed he seemed to be carrying more than he had the previous day.   When he got closer, she looked carefully and confirmed her suspicions.   Her eyes locked on one new item.   When he saw her gaze fixed on what he was carrying, he knew what she was looking at and laughed out loud.

The box was easily assembled on her legs.   With that done, he then grabbed a funnel-shaped piece and placed it in the hole on the upper stock.   He aligned it with the narrow end of the funnel pointed upward, with the tip just below, and centered on her pussy.   He tightened some screws, locking it into position.   The final item was a large, semi-hard rubber dildo mounted on a metal rod.   He inserted the dildo into the large opening of the funnel, raising the dildo to just below her pussy.   He attached the base of the rod to the lower stock, with a ball-joint mounting that allowed the angle of the rod to pivot slightly, following the movement of her feet as she hopped.   It was plainly obvious that as soon as she flexed her legs to begin the first hop, she would lower her body onto the waiting dildo.   The easy rhythm she had developed yesterday required a fairly deep bend of her legs, so she knew she would be fucking herself deeply.   As the man was tightening the final attachments, she hurriedly licked her fingers to transfer some moisture to the dildo and to her pussy.   When he finished, he rose without saying a word to her, and went to the closest post to press the button.   Foo Foo sighed, flexed her legs, driving the dildo deeply into her and began the process of fucking herself for the morning.   She soon enough realized that the man had been right about one thing; she enjoyed herself.

Her enjoyment was not to last, however.   But then, nothing good or pleasurable for slaves lasted very long at the farm.   After hopping around with the box on her legs for another day, she was sent back to the fat woman in charge of Poise and Elegance.   When she got there, the fat woman sneered at her, saying, “I told you we would have you walking around in ballet heels.   You thought I was joking, didn’t you?”   Without waiting for a response, she pointed to a pair of ballet heel shoes on the floor.   “Put those on,” she snapped.

Foo Foo went over to them and picked up a pair of seven-inch high ballet heel shoes.   She eyed them distastefully, but knowing she had no choice, she sat in the chair they were next to, then slowly put them on.   Once they were on, she cautiously got to her feet, using the back of the chair for support.   Her entire body weight was placed on her toes and her calves felt like they would burst from the strain.   She remained motionless for a few minutes as she tried to achieve a stable position, without holding on to the chair.   When she succeeded, she took a tentative step, only to retreat to the safety of the chair.   The fat woman had been watching and burst out laughing at Foo Foo’s attempts.   When she quieted, she walked over to Foo Foo, then said, “Ok, here’s how you’re gonna do this.”

She pointed to a bar suspended over the chair Foo Foo clung to.   The bar was connected to a cable that led to a movable trolley in a track along the ceiling.   “You hold on to that for support, then you begin walking.   You’ll have ten seconds to get to that yellow mark on the ceiling, then another ten seconds to get to the red mark further down.   Between here and the yellow mark, you can put as much weight on the bar as you want to.   Once you pass the yellow mark, it you put more than twenty pounds on, you get a correction.   After the red mark, more than five pounds gets you a jolt.   For the first half hour, the jolts will be mild.   Every fifteen minutes after that, the intensity of the correction increases.   Now wait here.”

With that, she went back to her desk and pulled a butt plug out of one of the drawers.   It was attached to a belt that had a box about the size of a shoebox attached.   She punched a few keys on her keyboard, then returned to Foo Foo.   She began by putting the belt on Foo Foo, setting the box in the small of her back.   Foo Foo knew instantly the box contained batteries simply because of the weight.   It was quite heavy, so apparently it would be capable of delivering many high intensity ‘corrections’.   She correctly assumed it also contained a radio receiver to receive signals from the computer.   With the belt attached, she unplugged the butt plug,, handed it to Foo Foo and briskly said, “Lick.”   Foo Foo had noticed, but didn’t pay particular attention to the fact that the electrical connection plug came from the side of the butt plug, not from the base.   It was located in the narrow neck portion of the plug, so that the rim of her ass would cover it once it was inserted.   Probably done that way to make sure the wire doesn’t pull out if you fall down.

Grateful for the opportunity, Foo Foo eagerly accepted the offered device and licked the cone-shaped device as thoroughly as she could.   After a few seconds, she heard the command, “Shove it up your ass.”   The fat woman laughed at her own joke, then smirked as Foo Foo did as she had been commanded.

With everything ready, the fat woman looked around as though to make sure everything was ready, then said, “Lets make sure this is functioning correctly.”   With that, she reached up to the bar, grabbed it, then pulled downward.   The butt plug brought a shriek from Foo Foo’s throat almost scared the fat woman because it was so loud.   She smiled at Foo Foo’s reaction, then very coyly said, “Oooops.   I must have set it too high.   Oh well, we know it works.”   She released the bar, turned and began to walk away, then stopped, returned ad said, “Oh I forgot to mention.   The correction will continue for as long as you keep weight on the bar.   Like this…”   She again reached for the bar and pulled on it, this time maintaining pressure on it.

The timer she had set had expired by this time, and ratcheted the level of the shock upward to near maximum.   Foo Foo was completely unprepared for it.   She thought her intestines were being filled with acid as somebody dragged a lump of barbed wire through them.   Caught so unprepared for the horrendous feeling, and the incredible magnitude of the pain, she released her grip on the chair back, as her hands flew to her ass.   The sudden shift of her weight s she did that threw her already precarious balance completely off.   She fell heavily, landing on the floor, screaming and clawing at her ass trying to withdraw the butt plug.   She couldn’t get to the electric plug, and the butt plug itself required a special hook to be inserted into the base for its removal.   What little of the butt plug was exposed barely kept it from being sucked into her ass completely, and it offered no point of decent purchase for her groping fingers to hold on to.   She jerked and writhed on the floor, howling in pain and terror while the fat woman held the bar down, smiling the entire time while the helpless slave suffered.

By the end of the second day, Foo Foo was able to prance around easily on every pair of shoes or boots given to her.   They hurt like hell, and she was sure that extended wear would wreck her feet, but there was no help for that.   She could only pray that Carmella wouldn’t want to see her wearing these things too often or for too long when she did.   As far as she knew, Carmella didn’t even own a pair of ballet heeled anything for her to wear.   That thought gave her some small hope.

The next morning, after breakfast, Foo Foo went to the assignment board to see what was in store for her.   Her heart sank when she read her assignment.   Shed 2.   Nobody seemed to know anything about Shed 2, although Foo Foo had previously made two friends shortly after she got to the farm.   Each of them had been assigned to Shed 2, and Foo Foo had never seen them again.   It wasn’t “Out processing”, because there was a separate facility for slaves being sent home, and slaves got sent there regularly.   Shed 2 was something else.

With no alternative, she headed over to the building known only as Shed 2.   There was no door or window facing the direction she was coming from, so she had to turn the corner before she had any indication as to what went o here.   She smelled raw sawdust.   She heard the whine of what had to be a saw.   This was a woodworking facility of some sort.   A carpentry shop?   Why am I being sent here?

She found a regular door next to two huge garage style doors.   The garage doors were open, allowing the noise and sawdust to escape, and the warmth of the day to enter.   She peered inside and could see many projects in work, although there didn’t seem to be anything like an assembly line, or even consistency in what was being made.   There was no sign, and she had bee given no instructions, but she instinctively knew entering through the garage doors was not what she should do.   She went through the regular door.

Once inside, she was greeted by another woman.   She was dressed, so Foo Foo assumed she was free, as all of the female administrators at the farm seemed to be.   When Foo Foo walked in, the woman looked up and stated, “Foo Foo”.   When Foo Foo didn’t respond, the woman looked back at her for confirmation.   Foo Foo simply nodded her head.   The woman turned back to her paperwork, muttering, “Foo Foo.   Stupid name.   Your owner must be a real idiot.”   She shuffled some papers on her desk, and quickly found the file she was looking for.   She opened it, scanned it and turned back to Foo Foo.   “Ok, Charlie is going to take care of you..   He’s finishing a job right now, so it’ll be a few minutes before he’s ready for you.   Besides, I have to prepare you first.”   She opened a drawer, removed a pill container, shook two different pills out and handed them to her.   “Swallow these.”   Foo Foo looked at them warily as she accepted them, then placed them in her mouth and swallowed.   The woman took delight in then saying, “Those are a laxative and a diuretic.   In a little while you are going to pee and shit your brains out.   But you had better hold everything until we get to you.   Now go kneel in that corner and wait for him.”   She pointed to a spot toward the back of the little office area.

Foo Foo got to the indicated corner, knelt and found herself face-to-face with a number of large penis-shaped dildos mounted to the wall, all at roughly mouth height.
They each had a ring around the base.   The rings were about two inches away from the wall, but were clearly too large to fit into her mouth.   She assumed they were there as a stop, but she still shuddered at the thought of having to take the length of the dildo in front of the ring into her mouth.   She didn’t do anything for a moment, she simply stared at them.   Without turning her head to look, the woman t the desk called back to Foo Foo.   “Yes, you ignorant slut, put one in your mouth.   ALL the way in your mouth and keep it there.”

Since they were all roughly the same size; fat and long, Foo Foo selected the one that was closest to the height of her mouth.   She cautiously opened her mouth, then began sliding the dildo in, feeling her jaw muscles stretch as she did so.   When it was finally in place, she fought her gag reflex down, as she tried to calm herself and accept the pressure on the back of her throat.   She heard the woman get up, but with her nose so close to the wall, she couldn’t see anything, and the dildo in her mouth prevented her from turning her head even a little bit.   The woman carried a light chain in her hands.   When she got to Foo Foo, she clipped one end of the chain to the section of the dildo between the ring and the wall, wrapped the chin round the back of Foo Foo’s head, pulled it tight, making sure Foo Foo couldn’t pull any of the dildo out of her mouth, then attached the remaining end of the chain alongside the first end, securely holding Foo Foo in place.   Then to make sure Foo Foo didn’t loosen the chain, she handcuffed Foo Foo’s hands behind her back.   Once finished, she returned to her desk, not giving another thought to the slave.

Inevitably, the need to relieve herself began to grow. It quickly became painful and Foo Foo squirmed and shifted her weight from knee to knee in a futile attempt to reduce the pain.   When she was close to her limit, she squealed as loudly as she could, hoping to attract the woman’s attention.   She was successful, both because she had squealed loudly, and because the woman had been watching the clock and was expecting Foo Foo’s reaction.   While she loved tormenting the slaves this way, she hated seeing them lose control.   They were punished horribly if they did, and they had to clean up their own mess, but that didn’t offset the unpleasant stench that lingered.   She had decided it was more fun to allow slaves relief before they lost it.

She sauntered over to Foo Foo, stood over her, hands on her hips and sneered at her.   “Do you want me to release you?”   Foo Foo enthusiastically grunted “Uh huh.”   The woman gloated over her.   “Want to lick my pussy if I let you go?”   Foo Foo emitted another, even more enthusiastic grunt of agreement.   She was desperate to be released, and now that the woman was tormenting her this way, she knew it was imminent.   Besides, she had licked pussy before and would do so again.   It was a small price to pay.   She took her time, first releasing the handcuffs, then unhooking the chain, releasing Foo Foo’s head.

Foo Foo looked around in a minor panic, seeking a bathroom.   The woman pointed to an unmarked door, sending her off in a dash.   When she emerged from the toilet, she was dismayed to see the woman hanging an enema bag on a pole standing in the middle of the room.   She almost protested, but swallowed her comment, knowing it was pointless to complain, and might only increase whatever else was going to happen to her.   The woman pointed at the floor next to the pole.   Foo Foo walked over to the indicated place, knelt, lowered her head to the floor and raised her ass.   Seconds later she was filled with the hot, soapy contents of the enema bag.

The cramping began, as was expected, and Foo Foo endured it for a long while, hoping the woman would allow her to relieve herself.   When she could no longer stand the pain, she began begging.   As if surprised, the woman said “I was beginning to think I would have to put more water in you.   Go.”   As she raced to the rest room, Foo Foo silently cursed herself for assuming that this had been intended to make her suffer.   She had suffered needlessly, it seemed.

Now thoroughly cleaned out, she returned to the woman to find out what was next in store for her.   She was very surprised to find herself ordered back onto her knees to resume sucking on the wall-mounted dildo.

I was over an hour and a half later that Charlie came into the office looking for his next assignment.   When he asked, the woman simply jerked her thumb over her shoulder, saying, “Her.”

Charlie glanced over, nodded, knowing what his assignment was, without being told anything further.   He thought for a second, then said, “I’ll leave her here until I’m ready for her.   I’ll be back in a while.”   As he walked back into the shop, he thought, She’ll be good for a blowjob and maybe some pussy.   I haven’t done a slave in a while.

About twenty minutes later, he returned and released Foo Foo, then told her to follow him.   He walked back into the shop knowing without looking that she was obeying.   Slaves at the farm always obeyed.   He led her to a workstation where there was a large wood box lying on the floor.   When they got there he handed her two plugs.   Both were obvious in their intended use, and he simply said, “Shove ‘em in.”   Next, he handed her a plastic shower cap and told her to put it on and to completely cover her hair.   When she had it on, he taped the edge of the cap to her skin, covering her ears with the cap before taping it to the sides of her face.   When that was done, he continued to ignore the box, instead reaching for a large bucket and a brush.   He turned her back to him, then began brushing the contents of the bucket onto her.   He slathered it on, liberally covering every inch of her skin.   When she was fully coated, he motioned for her to move to the side of the large box.   For the first time, she noticed that the bottom of the box was lined with a thick layer of foam rubber.   He ordered her to get into the box, and lie in it on her back.

Once she was in place, he positioned her arms slightly away from her sides, then brusquely said, “You stay absofuckinglutely still until I say otherwise.   If you move and fuck this up I’ll whip your ass so raw you’ll think you’ve been branded.   Then I’ll tranquilize your ass and do this while you’re unconscious.   Then when you wake up I’ll whip you again for making me do this the hard way.   Understood?”

With that, he moved away, then returned pulling a huge bucket suspended by an overhead crane.   The bucket came to a funnel at the bottom, with a valve controlled by a rope attached to a lever.   He adjusted the position of the funnel tip so that the contents poured alongside her body.   What came out was a fairly hot semi-viscous liquid.   It flowed fairly easily, filling in every open space, even between her fingers.   He moved the bucket,, pouring the liquid all around her, but not on her.   He brought the level to about halfway up her sides then stopped and moved the bucket away.   Having given his warning, he walked away without a further word.

Heeding the threat, Foo Foo lay as motionless as she could manage.   The liquid next to her was hot, but not painfully so.   After a while she thought it was cooling and she experimentally flexed a finger slightly.   She was surprised at the resistance she encountered, but it confirmed her suspicions.   The purpose of this was to create a form-fitting mold of her body.   The stuff he smeared on her body must be something to prevent the liquid from sticking to her once it finished curing.   The fact that he coated her front with the release agent was positive proof in her mind that the ‘top’ would be created next.   The only bright spot in all this was that he hadn’t coated her face, and that he had required her to wear the shower cap.   Still, she felt very nervous with conflicting ideas and reactions warring for ascendancy in her thoughts and control of her emotions.   She was clearly being packaged for shipment, and care was being taken to ensure her physical well being during transport.   That was a good thing.   But, she would be encased in what amounted to a coffin.   That was a bad thing.   She had no way of knowing how long the encasement would last and that bothered her still more.   Shipment clearly meant she was leaving the fat farm.   That was a good thing, she hated this place, although she had to admit she was pleased with her new appearance.   So leaving was a good thing too.   But worst of all, she remembered what Carmella had said.   Carmella had told her she was going to be operated on, resulting in some new technology chips being implanted in her.   That scared her.   She wasn’t familiar with the chips or what they would do, but since Carmella was having it done to her, it didn’t bode well.   Carmella wouldn’t do anything to benefit a slave; she would only do something to benefit herself.   That was a very bad thing.

After an interminable period of time, Charlie came back and began the second phase.   He began by brushing the release agent on the surface of the cured gel.   Obviously this would allow the two halves to separate when she arrived at her destination.   Next, he placed a full-face mask on her, which covered her from her hairline to her chin.   He connected it to an air tank, then placed the air tank beside her and thoroughly coated it and the hose leading to her mask.   She expected him to coat her facemask, but he didn’t.   Instead, he placed a plastic dome over her head and mask, pressing it into the gel where the two touched.   Although she couldn’t see it, she was sure he was coating it also.   All too soon she felt the heat of the liquid gel being poured around and over her.   Minutes later she felt as much as she heard a wood top being placed in her box, and screws being driven in, sealing the box.

Jodi gathered the available slaves, after having first made sure that KD was one of those who were available.   As it happened, Rita was included also, and in Jodi’s mind, that was all to the better.   She didn’t mind holding separate classes to be sure she got all the slaves, but she wanted those two now, although for different reasons.

As was her usual procedure, she began the class with light warm-up routines, then began working with each slave on an individual basis.   She would assign a slave an exercise routine to perform, then monitor her performance out of the corner of her eye as she began the next slave’s routine.   Each slave worked at a different pace, and with rest breaks between each set of exercises, she was able to keep all of them working at a pretty good level and still get her own exercise in.   It was an effective method, one which she was sure would work to everyone’s benefit.

Rita was not only used to exercise, having been something of a gym-rat when she had been free, but she was also used to Jodi’s style of workout, so she could assist by choosing her own workload based on her level of energy during that session.   Jodi was experienced enough that she could tell if a slave was sloughing-off, but she also knew honest exhaustion when she saw it, so she allowed Rita and a few of the others to adjust their routines as needed.   She watched Rita pick up a weight, begin her routine, then put it back in the rack and select the next heavier one.   That impressed her.

She kept a close eye on KD also, both because she was older than the others, and because she was new to Jodi.   She wanted to be sure that KD didn’t blindly follow orders and over-exert herself.   Jodi knew all too well that a slave might be afraid to speak up to a free woman, even if the slave was literally killing herself.   KD was inexperienced enough and deferential enough to Jodi that she was honestly concerned that KD might hurt herself without saying anything.

As the session progressed, Jodi grew more impressed with Rita’s level of enthusiasm and at the way her friend was driving herself.   Rita was clearly putting her heart as well as her body into the program.

Jodi watched KD struggle with the exercise she had just been given, then when KD was finished, she went over to her and told her she was finished for now.   KD smiled gratefully, then frowned as she realized she was the only one ‘finished’.   Jodi caught her look of puzzlement and offered an explanation before it was asked for.

“KD, you’re new to exercise.   Jumping right in and doing too much too soon will do more harm than good.   You need to gain some flexibility and slowly work your way into more vigorous routines.   For the immediate future you will do better doing more frequent, but lower intensity exercising.   Rather than exercising once a day, I think you will benefit more if you’re in here for each class.   Twice or even three times a day doing light exercises will be of much more benefit to you.”

KD opened her mouth to begin an objection, thinking Jodi was pampering her unnecessarily, when Jodi interrupted her.   She smiled conspiratorially, winked at KD and said, “You really don’t want to question the orders of a free woman, do you?

To this point, Jodi had told KD not to be put off by the fact that Jodi was free, and that she was to treat her as a friend, not a mistress.   This sudden change of pace caught her by surprise, but the accompanying wink and smile told her all was not as it seemed.   Then she realized what was happening.   When she was exercising under Jodi’s instruction, she was on her feet and freed from Shadow’s punishment that she live on her hands and knees.   She realized that Jodi had been a slave too, and knew all too well what being punished was like.   Jodi wouldn’t go so far as to directly challenge Shadow, or openly contravene his orders, but she was subtly side-stepping them and giving KD respite.   Having caught on, she returned the smile, saying, “No ma’am, I most certainly would not question your orders.”

Knowing that they understood each other, Jodi concluded by saying, :”Then I will see you each time I’m in here.”   Thinking the conversation was over, Jodi began to turn away when she felt a light touch on her arm holding her back.   She turned back to KD.   “Yes?   Is there something else, KD?”

KD spoke quietly, glancing around to be sure she wasn’t overheard by any of the other slaves.   “Ma’am, I appreciate what you’re doing for me, but please don’t jeopardize your own position with the master on my behalf.   I doubt I’ll be here much longer, but you have many years to look forward to.”

Jodi smiled warmly.   “Don’t worry about me, I’ll be fine with him.   But what makes you think you aren’t going to be around?   Has he said something to you?”

KD snorted softly.   “He doesn’t have to.   Just look at me.   Look at what happened.”

Jodi wrinkled her brow in puzzlement.   “What do you mean?   Nothing serious happened.   You ate some chocolates and he is punishing you.   That’s no big deal.   I’ll grant you, no punishment is pleasant, but what he is doing to you is more embarrassment than anything else.   He punished me a lot worse than that, I can assure you.”

KD shook her head in negation.   “That’s not what I meant.   I’m old.   I’m not anywhere near the beauty the rest of you are.   I mean, all of you…Sasha is gorgeous….you’re very pretty…Vivian is beautiful.   Even when I lose the pounds he ordered me to, I’ll never compete with the likes of Monica, her body is incredible.   And Gina!   Good god, a body like that.   And she’s pretty!   Any man would take her to bed over me.   You have his heart and all the other slaves have his cock.   He’s not going to keep me around.   Look how quickly I got thrown out of his bed…I didn’t even get there and I got replaced.”

Again confused, Jodi pursued the question.   “I don’t understand you.   You’ve been in his bed.   How were you replaced?   When?”

KD blushed, realizing she had gone too far and now might offend Jodi.   She looked at the floor without answering.   Jodi hesitated a minute then ventured a guess.     “Do you mean last night?”

Unable to meet Jodi’s gaze directly, KD continued staring at the floor, then nodded her head.   Jodi felt the other woman’s anguish.   “Oh, KD, I’m so sorry.   I had no idea he had picked you for the night.   When did he do that?”

Not answering directly, KD said, “He was pleased with the work I did on the floor plans.   He told me he was going to let me cum.   He likes me for my talent, but I’m not up to his standards as his bed partner.”

“KD, that’s simply not true.   I know he thinks you’re attractive…..”

Now emboldened by her anger, KD interrupted.   “He even has you saying it.   Attractive.”   The way she pronounced the word, it dripped with sarcasm.   “That’s man-speak for not ugly enough to outright laugh at, but nowhere near good enough to be considered pretty.”

When it was clear that KD wasn’t going to continue speaking, Jodi considered her response.   “KD, one thing I learned as his slave was to listen carefully to what he said, and take what he said at face value.   Don’t try to reinterpret what he says.   If he says he finds you attractive, that means he is attracted to you.   In his world, that means sexually.   If he said you were attractive, believe it.   If he thought you were of no value to him sexually, either he would tell you that outright, or he would simply not say anything.   As you rightly point out, he has more than enough really good-looking women to take to his bed, that he doesn’t need to worry about offending any one of us.   And even if he does offend one of us, we can’t deny him.   We all suck his cock just as strongly whether we’re pissed at him or love him.”

Jodi caught KD’s sidelong glance.   “Yes, I include myself in that.   I may be free in the eyes of the law, but in his eyes, I’m still just a woman.   Whatever other value he sees in us, we are, and always will be, women.   That means we’re fuck-toys along with everything else.   And yes, that means I’m a fuck-toy too.   He has more than enough sex partners that he can easily ignore me and not suffer in the slightest.   So if I want to get laid, I have to keep him happy with me.   And I do want to get laid.   Frequently.   In that respect, I’m as much a slave as you are.”

KD looked up at Jodi, wanting to believe, but wary of doing so.   Jodi squeezed her arm gently.     “Take my word for it.   If he didn’t plan on using you, or if he planned to simply sell you, he never would have said anything about your weight.   He’s a little nuts on the issue of weight on us, we have to be very careful about that otherwise he gets cranky.   Humor him.   It’s better for your health anyway.   Maybe we should be thankful to him.”   She laughed at that thought.   KD smiled, mollified and wanting to believe.   She found herself willing to accept Jodi’s interpretations.   She quietly nodded her head, then walked away without further argument.

Jodi turned her attention back to the other slaves.   All were working out well enough that she decided to concentrate on her own exercising for a while.   She began with a series of warm-up katas, doing them slowly, concentrating on her muscle control and executing the proper form for each motion.   As her body limbered up, she increased the speed of her motions, and the ferocity of the imaginary strikes that were inherent to the exercise.

After completing a series of katas, she stopped and went to each of the slaves to comment on how they were doing, correct their form, or to give them an additional series of exercises.   That she did so surprised a few of them, as they had been thinking she had been concentrating on her own exercises and not paying attention to them. When she was sure they would all be occupied for a few minutes, she returned to thinking about her own workout.   Moving to the side of the room, she removed her sneakers and replaced them with high heels.   Returning to the cleared space the slaves had left her, she resumed practicing her martial art.   The next series of katas focused on balance and foot strikes.   The routines were made considerably more difficult by the high heels, but she had been practicing her moves while wearing them since before she had been shot.   The period of enforced inactivity following the surgery while she recuperated slowed her somewhat and the effort of regaining her balance, thrown off by the heels, caused her to stumble slightly a few times.   But she continued to work through the rough spots.   After a few minutes she was back to operating at almost her normal speed

The elegance of the movements made the exercises look almost like a form of modern dance.   That their almost-beauty was being executed with the unique grace and fluidity that Jodi was able to perform them with, made her mesmerizing to watch.   Soon, all the slaves had ceased their workouts and they were watching her performance.   Jodi noticed it, because part of her training required that she remain aware of her surroundings, so she took note of each slave as they stopped.   After the first two stopped to watch, Jodi began to take note of those who were still exercising, and specifically of points she could mention to them.   When she finished her program, she strode over to the side of the room, grabbed a towel and wiped the light perspiration from her face.   She wasn’t even breathing heavily.   Scanning the room, her eyes lingering on each slave for a fraction of a second before looking at the next one, then she spoke to them.

“I will overlook the fact that you think this is a show for your enjoyment, rather than an exercise period designed for your benefit.   I will overlook it this time.   You are here to shape up, lose pounds, or generally improve yourselves, not to watch me.   Once you have reached the level of fitness I think you should be at, then I will be more than happy to indulge your fascination with karate.”

Michelle, who was slightly jealous of the older woman’s ability in the sport, thought she might be able to turn that mild reprimand to her advantage.   She quickly asked, “Mistress, does that mean you will teach us those moves?   Will you teach us karate?”   Thinking to suck up a little, she added, “The way you are able to do all that while wearing heels is incredible.   Its so… I don’t know…elegant, I suppose.   Master would love it if we were all that graceful.”

Jodi considered the request for a minute before answering.   “Alright, yes, I’ll teach you those moves, and more.   But not until I think you’re ready.   As of right now, you all have a long way to go to get there.   If you’re serious about learning karate, I’ll ramp up your general training to help you get ready for it sooner.   Talk to me separately if you’re interested.   Interested or not, quit goofing off now and get back to exercising.”

She turned to Rita, catching her eye before Rita turned back to her exercising.   She stayed where she was while the other slaves disbursed back to their exercising.   Jodi approached her, then spoke quietly.   “You asked me once to teach you karate.   I assume you’re still interested?”

Rita answered immediately.   “You shouldn’t have to ask that, but yes, I am.”

Jodi nodded. “Then I’d like to begin with you immediately.   You’re close enough to fit that we can get you there while you learn the basics of karate.   Understand, this will take time, but you can do it.”

Rita scrutinized Jodi’s face for a minute, then asked. “Why the sudden change of heart?”

Jodi blushed lightly.   “Looking back at her friend, she answered.   “Two reasons.   First, you saved my life.   I owe you.   Second, as far as I’m concerned, you’ve proven your loyalty to Shadow.   I no longer think you’ll use this knowledge against him.   And I now know you care for him, maybe as much as I do.”   It was Rita’s turn to blush, which she did as she turned away.   Jodi continued speaking.   “And maybe a third reason.   It will serve as an excellent motivational tool for the other girls.   When they see that I’m serious with my offer, maybe they’ll work harder if this is what they really want.”

Rita accepted that explanation, then asked, “So when do we begin?

Without thinking, Jodi answered, “Right now if you wish.”   Then she hesitated and changed her mind.   “On second thought, give me a few minutes.   Stay with your regular routine while I finish up my own, then we can get you started.   Ok?”

Rita cocked an eyebrow at that, then gestured toward Jodi’s feet.   “Why the high heels?”

Jodi glanced down at her feet then looked back at Rita.   “We always wore sneakers while I was learning and training.   That’s fine…necessary, actually, when you’re first learning.   The moves are difficult enough to perform correctly wearing sneakers, but that’s not particularly real-world for a woman.   Being Shadow’s slave and bodyguard taught me that.   If I was to maintain any sort of combat level ability, I had to be able to do it wearing heels.   They make nice lethal weapons too,” she added as an aside.   “Laying around in the hospital gave me lots of time to think.   I probably won’t continue to be his bodyguard since I’m no longer his slave, plus, he doesn’t need one any longer.   But, I might be able to sell my services to others, or I might even be able to talk my former dojo into giving specialized classes for women.   I was thinking of talking to the folks at Spectrum and maybe being able to convince them to offer the training to their female operatives..   Who knows, if it catches on, I might even be able to open my own dojo.”

Rita frowned.   “It sounds like your thinking doesn’t include you being here.”

Jodi answered levelly.     “I have to think about my future.   I can’t expect to be taken care of any longer.”

Rita sorted.   “That’s a bunch of crap.   He won’t throw you out.”

Jodi hesitated, then defensively said, “His offer was ‘while I recuperated’.”

“And you think that’s what he meant?   C’mon, Jodi, get real.   He didn’t know how to deal with you as a free woman.   He was being shy.   I’ve seen you two together enough to know that his ‘playing’ with you went a lot deeper than simply caring for a favored slave.   If you’re honest with yourself, you know it too.”

Jodi smiled wryly.   “And to think I just finished telling KD to take what he says at face value and to not try to interpret into it.   But I want to believe you,” she added   wistfully.

Jodi began walking away from the other slaves, drawing Rita after her.   When they were well out of earshot of the others, she turned back to Rita.   “Rita, I love him, we both know that.   He must know it too, even though I’ve never said it to him.   Regardless, he’s never given me any indication that he feels the same way.   While I was his slave it didn’t matter.   Now, it’s very important to me.   I would like nothing better than to stay here, knowing that he loves me too, even with the rest of you here to compete with for his services.   But if all I am to him is another woman to fuck, I can’t stay here forever, even if he would let me,.”   Her eyes pleaded with Rita for understanding.   In a slightly anguished voice, she repeated, “I can’t.”

Rita digested that for a minute, then realized what Jodi was really telling her.   “You’re getting ready to leave, aren’t you?   You’re planning to move out.”

“I don’t want to.   I really, really don’t.   And definitely not anytime soon.   For one, I can’t afford it, but more, I want to give him a chance to say something.   As long as he says something that I know he loves me, I’ll be happy.”

Rita brightened.   “Oh, that’s easy then.   He may whip me for it, but I’ll tell him what an ass he’s being and get him to tell you.   That’s settled.”   She smiled brightly, sure she had resolved the matter.

Jodi frowned.   “Please don’t.”

Rita was caught unprepared for that, then asked, “Why?”

“Because if you say something to him he’ll definitely say something to me.   He’ll even sound very sincere.   But I’ll never know for sure if he’s saying it just to keep me here, or if he means it.   If he says it without being told to say it, then I know I can believe it.”

Rita studied Jodi’s face for a minute, searching for hope, or excitement in her expression.   Instead all she found was dejection.   Not wanting to hear the answer, but needing to know, she asked, “You don’t expect him to say anything, do you?   That’s why you’re thinking of a future away from here.”   As she asked that question, she watched Jodi’s face tighten.   That was all the answer she needed.   “Look,” she continued, “its perfectly acceptable these days for a woman to take the lead in the relationship.   Tell him you love him and that you want to stay.

Jodi frowned, “I can’t do that.”

Showing some exasperation, Rita demanded, “Why not?”

Because that’s like demanding that he tell me he loves me.   He’s a man, and a woman saying that to a man is backing him into a corner, you know that.   You haven’t been a slave so long that you’ve forgotten how to be a woman,” she chided gently.   “No,” she concluded, with firmness, “this has to come from him without prompting.”

Rita stared at Jodi for a bit, then gave her opinion.   “That’s a losing proposition, you know.”

Jodi didn’t respond, but she looked like she agreed with that assessment.   Rita resumed.   “So now what?   Do you threaten to leave, or do you just do it?   Are you going to tell him you’re moving in with your doctor?   You’d have to move in with somebody, you can’t pay for a place yourself.”

Jodi shook her head in negation.   “No, doing any of that is just another form of pressuring him.   Besides, I called Rhys this morning and told him we had no future together.”

Rita looked at Jodi askance, but didn’t say anything.   Jodi understood the rebuke and the implied question.   “I had to.   Lets face it, I really love Shadow.   If I had moved in with Rhys, it would have been under false pretenses and I would have been pining for Shadow the entire time anyway.   That wouldn’t have been fair to either Rhys or me.   No, what I’ll do is stay here for the time being acting as I always have.   I’ll bed him every chance I get, but I’ll also begin talking about my hopes for the future.   I’ll tell him my thoughts about training female security agents in karate, and maybe slaves too.   I won’t say anything about my personal situation, but he’ll have to think about that.   I’ll let him raise that issue, then I can maneuver him more easily.”

Rita shook her head, disagreement written clearly on her face.   “That’s no better than any of my ideas.   He’ll assume you’re going to stay here, willing to jump into his bed whenever he wishes. Which you are.   He won’t say a thing and then you’re no better off than you are right now.   Worse, perhaps.   Don’t forget, as a free woman you have to worry about the thirty-day rule.   I don’t think he would enslave you under it, mainly because I know there aren’t any cameras installed in the bedroom. Michelle confirmed that, by the way, she and I got to talking about that stuff because Shadow wants to Bluetooth this place.   But you’d still have to worry about the thirty-day possibility.   They have cameras these days that are the size of pinheads that take ten minutes to install.   That could happen easily while all of us are out of the house and we would never know it.”

Jodi didn’t respond.

After a long period of silence between them, Rita drew a deep breath, which caught Jodi’s attention.   Rita plunged ahead.   “Ok, look.   I think I have the best solution.   Hear me out.”   Jodi looked at her wordlessly, giving tacit permission for her to proceed.

“Figure out what you need to get your idea into operation.   In fact, put a business plan together.   I can help you do that, I used to do it all the time for our clients.   Don’t pad it, but don’t cut yourself short either; you may have to live with the results.   Work out what you want to do; how you plan to grow the business…the whole idea, soup to nuts.   Again, I can help you develop it.   Then you pitch it to him and ask for his funding and support for it.   Tell him if he will give it to you you’ll voluntarily re-enslave to him.”   Jodi opened her mouth to say something, but Rita cut her off.   “You agreed to her me out.”   Jodi nodded her acceptance.

“Obviously you get to stay here, which is something we both want.   You get to set up your business, run it the way you want to, and you know he won’t interfere.   You know you can rely on his word.   If he says he’ll allow you to set it up and run it, he’ll live by that.   If for no other reason, remember; he’s told all of us to learn and grow in whatever field of expertise we have or want to acquire.   Plus, you then have no more worries about the thirty-day crap.   And the best part…you enjoy being his slave.”

Jodi looked at Rita strangely, than asked, “If you were in my position, would you do it?”

Rita’s laugh was sudden and forceful.   “Hell, no.   You know I wouldn’t.   I’d be out the door in a flash.   But I hate being a slave, you don’t.   That’s a significant difference.”

Jodi turned away and stared off into the distance for a while.   Rita was encouraged, thinking that Jodi was seriously considering her suggestion.   When Jodi turned back, Rita could see tears glistening in her eyes.   She spoke softly.

“As a submissive…before the law… I dreamed and fantasized about being a slave.   After the law was passed, I never considered voluntarily enslaving myself.   Never.   It was too dangerous to literally put my life into someone else’s hands.   Despite my submissive nature, the prospect of being truly owned was more than I was really comfortable with.   You know.   Slaves can be whipped to death, tortured, or have any of the hundreds of nasty things done to them that a master wishes to do.   As much as I wanted to submit to a man, I knew in the back of my mind that I always had my safeword. But more, I had the law behind me if he overstepped whatever I was willing to allow.   I dreamed about it being more ‘real’, but that was always a fantasy and I knew it.   When the law changed and slaves became a reality, I didn’t voluntarily enslave to my boyfriend, because I was afraid to.   That was a large part of why we broke up. When I was enslaved, it was a shock.   I suppose it’s a shock to all of us who don’t do it voluntarily.”

“Life as a slave in my dojo wasn’t fun, but it was better than many other slaves’ lives.   Then I developed a friendship with Ingrid after I got sold to Spellbook…thank god for her… and she arranged my sale to Shadow.   I couldn’t have asked for a better deal.   I can’t deny that I enjoyed being his slave, but on the other hand, there were many times he left my safeword in the dust.   He’s punished me far beyond anything I would have accepted as a submissive.   But that’s what punishment is all about, isn’t it?   Since there was nothing I could do about being a slave, I accepted it.   I have no doubt it was easier for me than it was…is…for you.   That Shadow was my master made it easier for me, but I was still scared.   Finding myself free was something I never imagined could ever possibly happen.   Not in my wildest dreams.   Now that is has……”   Her words trailed off and her gaze intensified as she looked at Rita.   Her eyes were pleading for understanding.   When she resumed speaking, her voice had dropped to a husky whisper as she fought back the tears that welled up in her eyes.   Her anguish was plainly evident.

“I’ve thought about re-enslaving to him.   I can’t do it.   God help me, I want to, but I can’t.   I just can’t, I’m too scared.”

Shadow had an early meeting the next morning, so despite his fervent desire to stay for an “eye-opener”, he got out of bed quietly, trying to not wake Jodi while he showered and dressed. She was very disappointed to find his side of the bed vacant and cold when she woke, but she understood.

She got out of bed, if not exactly gingerly, then somewhat more slowly than was her usual. The residual imprint of hard use - the slight ache in her pussy - remained in her to remind her of how great last night had been. She made her way into the shower and was somewhat surprised to find KD there, cleaning.

Despite Jodi having told her at their first meeting, that calling her “mistress” was unnecessary, KD was still slightly in awe of the woman who possibly had captured her master”s heart. The story of Jodi”s fight with Manny had been told repeatedly, always returning to the point that the master had freed her without a moment”s hesitation. Surely that proved his love for her, didn”t it? Whether it did or not, KD was not about to treat her as a fellow slave. She mumbled a “good morning mistress”, then did something that was an odd combination of a bow, a curtsy and a backwards stumble. Jodi stopped KD”s further effort to exit by saying she would be done quickly, and that KD could have a cup of coffee while Jodi was in the shower. That suggestion emboldened KD enough for her to haltingly ask a question. “Ummm, ma”am, that”s something I”ve wanted to ask you about.”

“Yes, KD, what is it?”

“Ummm, mistress, the other slaves tell me that you used to conduct exercise classes, and control their diets. You helped them lose weight and look better. Will you still be doing that?”

Jodi laughed gently, immediately understanding the other woman”s concerns. “Shadow told you to lose weight, didn”t he?”

“Yes ma”am, he did. I”ve wanted to, too, but slave”s eat what they”re given and we generally aren”t allowed to exercise regularly.”

Jodi smiled almost ruefully. “How well I know that. Ok, after I take my shower, lets discuss it over coffee if you have the time. Has Shadow given you an assignment that you have to get to? Do you have some time?”

“Yes ma”am, I have some time.”

“Fine. When I”m done here, we can work something out for you.”

Over coffee, Jodi talked to KD at length, learning about her general condition and her goals. Jodi promised to speak to Sasha about her diet and to begin the exercise classes again. She extracted a promise from KD to stick to the diet and to talk to her if she was having problems with it. Good to her word, later that morning, Jodi gathered the slaves that were available and held the first of the resuming exercise classes. She paid close attention to KD, watching the older woman closely as she worked her a little harder, learning about her stamina and her physical condition. Generally pleased with what she saw in KD, at the end of the class, she went to her to talk. “KD, you”re in pretty good shape, considering, but you do need exercise. You don”t have the stamina or the flexibility you should have. Also, I”m going to put you on a restricted diet for a week or so, just to get you started, then I think we will be able to ease up a bit as you progress with the exercises. You”re going to be hungry at first, but that won”t last. You”re going to be fine.”

Shadow returned home earlier than usual that afternoon, so Jodi took advantage of the opportunity by dragging him into the bedroom well before dinner. Afterwards, as they lay wrapped in each other”s arms, Jodi related the day”s events to him, highlighting the fact that exercise classes were now back in session, then specifically commenting that KD had brought the matter to her, unbidden. She was trying to make sure that Shadow would give KD a little time to lose the weight she needed to lose. The phone rang, but it was quickly picked up by one of the slaves. With the conversation interrupted by the phone ringing, Jodi began to kiss her way down his body, clearly intending to restore him to useable condition by giving him a blowjob. Jodi jokingly explained for her actions by saying, “Since I had you to myself all last night, I can”t expect to have you again tonight, it will be a slave”s turn. But there”s no reason I can”t make use of your presence this afternoon.” She had just finished uttering those words when there was a loud commotion from the front of the house, then a slave”s voice shrieking.

“McDOUGAL!!!! GET AWAY FROM THEM.”

Jodi and Shadow bolted from the bed then ran to the scene of the uproar. They found Vivian holding McDougal by his collar, dragging the dog away from an overturned box of chocolate candies that were now scattered on the floor. These were clearly the “them” he had been screamed at about. KD was holding a phone in her hand, but apparently no longer talking on it. Sasha and Gina were on their knees, collecting the pieces of candy and the little brown paper cups they had been in. Shadow idly remembered that the candy box had been sitting on a high credenza, well out of McDougal”s reach. More out of curiosity than anything else, he casually asked, “What happened?”

There was a very studied silence following his innocent question, with Vivian clearly seeking to exit the room, using McDougal as the reason, while Gina and Sasha concentrated on cleaning the minor mess. With nowhere else to look, Shadow focused on KD. She turned as red as a beet, hung her head and softly said, “It”s my fault master.”

That admission didn”t explain a whole lot, so Shadow continued to look at KD, allowing her to expand on her answer. She continued by saying, “I got distracted by answering the phone and didn”t notice McDougal heading toward the candy box.”

Shadow accepted that for a second, then followed up with, “Chocolate can be poison to a dog, that”s why it was sitting out of his reach on the credenza. How did he get to it?”

“I took it off the credenza, master.”

It was now very obvious that KD was trying to not say something, so Shadow persisted in pinning her down. “Why did you take it off the credenza?”

Knowing she was lost, she took a deep breath, then plunged ahead.

“Mistress Jodi has agreed to begin helping me with my diet and to lose the pounds you want me to shed. I knew that chocolate would be off my list, so I thought I would have a piece or two before I had to give them up. I figured one or two extra pounds at the beginning wouldn”t be anything since I was going to lose more than that anyway. I”m really sorry master, I love McDougal, I would never do anything to hurt him.”

He turned to address Gina. “Gina, would you please get McDougal”s collar and leash.”

Gina got to her feet, scurried from the room on her errand and Shadow turned back to KD. “Your carelessness put my dog at risk. Your lack of self-control is slightly mitigated by the fact that you didn”t try to lie and cover up your true intentions. That will save you from a harsh punishment.” He stopped speaking and KD didn”t dare ask what her punishment would be. She knew she would learn what it would be soon enough anyway. They waited until Gina returned, then when she appeared with the requested collar and leash, Shadow motioned toward KD, redirecting Gina”s path.

“Put the collar on KD, then attach the leash.”

When that was done, KD looked at her master, ready to accept whatever came next. She found out.

He ordered her to her hands and knees. When she was on all fours, he continued. “You will not rise from that position for a week. You will not go anywhere without someone leading you on the leash. You will eat and sleep on the floor. In fact, you will sleep in McDougal”s cage. You will share it with him if he wants to sleep there too. The only exception to this will be when you are in Jodi”s control while you are exercising.”

He turned to Gina saying, “Make sure the rest of the slaves know about this.”

He turned away, heading back into his bedroom. Jodi followed, thinking to try to plead for leniency on KD”s behalf. She wondered if he would allow her to resume where they had left off. Her thought wasn”t driven by any remaining horniness, but rather by the desire to mellow him out with a blowjob, then to plead for KD while he was still in the afterglow of an orgasm. Good thing I”m free. If he tries to stop me, I can wheedle harder than if I was still his slave. Once I have his cock in my mouth, he”s mine!

Jodi got her first wish. Shadow got his orgasm. However, KD”s punishment remained unchanged.

Frank Petronni, owner and president of Petronni Construction, sat in his office reviewing the day”s pile of papers. His attention kept returning to one in particular. He had sent one of his estimators out to look over a prospective job, write it up and prepare a proposal for the customer to review and sign. The estimator he had sent, Tim, was a young kid with a lot of potential. The proposal he had prepared was perfect as far as Frank could see. But for one tiny point. The estimate was way too high for the amount of work being performed, yet the customer had signed it, approving the price. For the umpteenth time, he looked at the price, then looked at the name written in the box that asked, “How did you hear about Petronni Construction?” The answer in the box stood out like a neon sign: Leo Clifton.

Another recommendation from Mr. Clifton. Now what the fuck do I do? Talk to Tim first, that”s what. Lets be sure of a few things before I jump to conclusions. With that decision, Frank buzzed his secretary, telling her to ask Tim to come in to his office. She said she knew Tim was in his office and he would be right there. Sure enough, less than two minutes later, Tim knocked on the open door as he walked in. Frank waved toward a seat.

When Tim was settled, Frank got right to the point. “I”ve been looking over the proposal you sent to me today. Nice, I”m very pleased with your work. But one thing bothers me. This price is way too high.”

Tim grinned broadly. To begin with, his pay was heavily commission loaded, so getting this one meant a nice bonus, especially considering the inflated price he had arranged. “Thanks, boss, I appreciate hearing that, but it wasn”t as hard as you might think.”

I knew it. “Why so, Tim? Were we the only bidder for the job?”

“Yup, the guy made that pretty clear. He said he wanted the best, and we came so well recommended he wasn”t going to look elsewhere. That, and the fact that he emphasized four or five times that he wanted top quality work and he expected to pay top dollar to get it. He practically told me to inflate the price. “Course now we gotta make sure the job is perfect, but at this price, it”ll still be well worth it.”

Frank hung his head. Shit, shit, shit. He slowly raised his head, already having made the decision before Tim ever entered the office, pending only confirmation of his fears. Which he just got. He looked at Tim then said, “We aren”t going to do this job.”

The look of confusion on Tim”s face was quickly replaced by one of anger when he realized this meant his fat commission had just gone up in smoke. He controlled his anger, asking simply, “Why?” He planned to argue the decision, but he needed to know what points to argue. Frank was way ahead of him.

“I know that means you lose a nice commission, and I”m really sorry about that, but the decision is final, I won”t discuss it. However, in fairness to you, I can”t in good conscience ignore the fact that you did your job well and this isn”t your fault. So I”m gonna give you half of what the commission would have been and ask you to accept the decision without getting pissed off. I can”t discuss this, but I do want you to know it has nothing to do with your work. Ok?”

Tim sat silently for a minute, then answered. “If there was something I could have done to - ..” Frank interrupted him. “Tim, listen to me. This has nothing to do with you or your work. Nothing.”

Tim nodded slowly, then got up. “I don”t understand this, but as long as there was nothing I did wrong, I guess there”s nothing for me to ask.” He left Frank”s office without a further word.

Frank watched Tim leave, while reaching for the phone with a heavy hand. He punched the speed dial number, then listened to the phone at the other end ring.

“Mr. Clifton”s office”

“Hi, its Frank Petronni, is he available?”

“Oh hi, Mr. Petronni. I don”t think he”s busy, hold on a second please, let me check.”

A few seconds went by, when he heard, “Hi Frank to what do I owe the pleasure of hearing from you today? Congratulations. By the way, I hear you got the job.”

Frank winced inwardly when he heard those words. If you heard that already, that means you”re keeping tabs on this. Which means I was right, but that doesn”t make this any easier. “Actually Mr. Clifton, that”s exactly why I was calling. I want to thank you very much for the recommendation, and for all the ones in the past too. But I have to tell you I can”t continue to do this.”

Leo was pretty sure he knew what was coming, but being a good lawyer, he didn”t assume and instead pressed to get a direct response. He thought he might be able to change Frank”s mind, and this was the way to begin doing that. It would shortly prove to be a critical mistake.

“I don”t understand Frank. Doing what? Are you going out of the construction business?”

“No, Mr. Clifton, I”m not. I want to stay in this business, but I can”t keep taking these jobs you”re throwing my way.”

Awwww, is your conscience bothering you? Was this job too sweet? Too much money in it? I can deal with that. Your kids will be heading off to college pretty soon, maybe that”s the way to change your mind. You”ve been too useful in the past, I want to keep you around. “Why not, Frank? I know people who need your talents, and I know you do good work. Excellent work. People are willing to pay a premium for superior quality, reliable contractors. All I”m doing is helping two people in need who both benefit. In fact, I was at a party just last week, and chatting with the Dean at the college your son is interested in. He needs some work done at the school, and even though it”s a bit far for you, I thought you might want to expand, so I was going to talk with you about it before giving your name to him. But I gottaa tell you, based on the conversation I had with him, when I told him I knew a very good, reliable contractor, he was very interested. It would be a shoo-in for you, I”m sure.” Leo paused, then when Frank didn”t respond immediately, he twisted the screw just a little tighter by adding, “And once you have a strong relationship with the Dean, your son”s application would probably be given much more favorable attention. Not that it would need it, of course, but you know how quixotic these college admissions can be.” That lame-ass kid is going to need all the help he can get, and you know it.

That almost swayed Frank”s resolve, then at the last second, before he said anything, he recognized the trap Leo had just put in front of him. Whatever lingering doubts he had harbored about Leo”s ultimate motives before making this call were now totally blown away. He had no choice and he now knew it. Leaning heavily on his desk, he gave his answer.

“Mr. Clifton, I really appreciate the help you”ve given me in that past, really, I do. But because of that I didn”t feel right saying “no” to you when you asked a favor of me. And Mr. Clifton, I think I”m going to have to say “no” in the future.”

Leo was sure they both knew what they were talking about, but he also assumed Frank knew enough to keep the references very circumspect. Unfortunately, Frank was not the game player that Leo was. Leo tried to make it half jovial as he gently began twisting Frank”s arm.

“Oh, c;mon Frank”, he chuckled, “you make it sound like I asked you to do something illegal. Little innocent favors was all, I was playing a joke on the guy. Nothing serious.”

Somewhere in Eastlake, in a small, badly furnished room, a man with his feet propped up on the battered desk snapped out of his boredom. He threw his half-smoked cigarette into the overflowing ashtray, spun his chair around almost violently, then slammed his feet onto the floor as he pressed the headphones more tightly against his ears. He stared at the tape recorder in front of him, glaring at it with a force of will intended to make it respond to his mental commands. I know who you two guys are talking about, you know who you are talking about, but you gotta say it. Say his name. Say something to identify him clearly - anything - just say it. Say it. SAY IT.

The second man in that room heard the chair squeak loudly, then heard the slap of shoes hitting the floor heavily. He casually turned his head to see what was happening, only to see the other man sitting rigidly, staring at the tape recorder. He looked enviously at his partner. They must be talking about some hot broad in lots of sexy detail to get him that riled up. Too bad we don”t have headphones that will reach over here, but I ain”t gonna get up just to hear them talk about some babe”s tits. He rolled over and closed his eyes again.

Leo thought to override Frank”s attack of conscience. He”s in too deep now to back out if I don”t want to let him, and I don”t want to let him. He”s gotta realize that. Maybe he needs a few realities pointed out to him. Leo underestimated both the size of Frank”s conscience and his lack of skill in playing this kind of game on the phone. He persisted with his pressure on Frank, now speaking more seriously, expecting that Frank would understand what was being told him in the unspoken words. “Frank, I haven”t asked many favors of you, and I”ve given your name out many, many times.” You owe me, asshole. “I”ve never asked you to do anything illegal.” But you”re still good for an accomplice rap and I think you”re beginning to realize that. Too late, asshole. “I”m not going to ask you to do anything illegal.” Not today, and probably not next week either. After that? Doesn”t matter when, I”ve paid for you, now I own you, asshole. “But Frank, I”ve gone out on a limb for you and I”m not going to apologize for that. There may come a time I need your help. It may never come. But if it does, I”d like to know that I can count on you. I will be able to count on you, won”t I Frank?” Right out of the fucking Godfather movie. Even you should be able to understand that threat, asshole.

Frank understood the threat, but he didn”t understand how deeply he was already in. He thought up till now Leo”s recommendations were simply goodwill gestures. Nothing more than an honest passing along of the name of a trusted workman to friends who were looking to have work done, and seeking recommendations. But the threat pissed him off, and his naivety allowed him to speak openly.

“Mr. Clifton, I never questioned your friendship, or your motives. I still don”t.” If I didn”t when I began this conversation, I sure as hell do now. “But I”m worried, and I can”t afford to put my business at risk, and I think there is a possibility of that happening. I gave you a key to the guy”s apartment - - - .”

By this time, the cop wearing the headphones was speaking out loud, practically begging the tape recorder. “:C”mon, c”mon, you”re so close, say it. Say it. Gimme a name - something solid - close the loop.”

” - - ..and I thought nothing of it. It was for a prank. Fine, I love pranks between friends. But then the guy gets attacked in his apartment after I gave you the key to it and his slave bodyguard gets shot and almost gets killed. I read about in the papers. I could be linked to that Mr. Clifton, and that scares me.”

The cop was shouting with joy. “He said it! He fucking said it! HE FUCKING SAID IT!!” His partner had no clue what the hell was going on, but whatever it was, it was enough to make him get up and go over to try to find out.

Leo was appalled. He stared at the phone unbelievingly for a few seconds, then pulled himself out of his stupor. I can”t believe you actually said that openly over the phone. You”re dumber than I thought possible. Maybe it is time to cut you loose, even after all the time and effort I”ve put into you. Nah, I”m overreacting. I”m not under active investigation, nobody heard that. But I gotta read the riot act to Frank. And not over the phone, not during this conversation. “Frank, I”m sorry, but my secretary just shoved a note under my nose. I gotta run. But we need to talk, you have this all wrong. Let me buy you dinner, ok? Tonight? Tomorrow night? We can go to Il Trattoria, I like that place and I haven”t been there in quite a while. Ever been there? You”ll love it. How about it?”

Frank hesitated for a bit, then half-heartedly agreed. They set it for the following evening and agreed to meet at the restaurant.

When the conversation ended, the first cop rewound the tape recorder, pulled a small micro cassette recorder over, then made a copy of the conversation on the smaller machine. When it was finished, he tossed the tiny cassette to his partner with the instructions, “Get this to Wilson as fast as you can. Tell him he”s going to want to play it immediately.”

Wilson was on the phone when he saw the young officer hovering outside his office door. What the fuck? He”s supposed to be covering the phone taps. Wilson waved him into his office while he continued speaking on the phone. When he finished his call, he looked at the officer.

“Why are you here? Did something go wrong at the taps?”

The officer dug into his pocket to retrieve the cassette. He flipped it onto Wilson”s desk with the comment, “Charlie says you”re going to want to play this right fucking now.”

Wilson raised an eyebrow. Charlie knew which end was up. He wasn”t one to cry wolf. He picked the cassette up, looked at it, then asked. “What”s on it? Why did he send you over here with it?”

The young officer, Marty, shook his head in negation. “I don”t know. Charlie was wearing the headphones, then all of a sudden he started bouncing around, and shouting “He said it”, but I have no idea what he was talking about. Then he made this copy and sent me over here with it. That was when he said you would want to listen to it pronto-like.”

By now he was more than curious, so he pulled a tape player out of his bottom drawer and dropped the cassette into it. After he played the tape he looked at Marty and asked, rhetorically, “Do you know what this is?”

Marty nodded. “It”s a fucking smoking gun.”

Wilson shooed him out, ordering him back to his post, then relishing the upcoming conversation, he reached for his phone.

“ADA Nichols. What?”

“You have such a charming way of answering your phone. Makes people want to call you just to hear your sweet, sexy tones.”

She sighed. She didn”t want to be nasty to her friend, but neither was she in the mood to play. “It”s not been a good day Cleve.” She paused to take a breath. She rarely called him Cleve, and it usually meant she was tired or depressed. Before he could question her, she resumed speaking. “If it”s important I”ll deal with it, otherwise, can it hold until tomorrow?”

“Oh it can hold, no problem. I just thought you would want to see the winning lottery ticket we went half-sies on before I take it to cash it in.”

Now slightly intrigued, she asked, “What lottery ticket? We never bought a lottery ticket together.”

“Well, ok, not a real live lottery ticket, but something just as good. Maybe better.”

His teasing was working. Her spirits were lifting. “Ok, I”ll bite. I have no clue what you”re talking about. What”s going on?”

“I have something here you might want to listen to, that”s all.”

Listen to? That must be something from the wiretaps. What else could it be? “You got something off the taps? What? Tell me.” The excitement growing in her was evident in her tone of voice.

“Nah, I ain”t gonna tell you, you have to come over here and listen to it.”

“Why do I have to go over there to listen to it? Why can”t you bring it here?”

“Do you use MP3 recorders, or micro cassette?”

“Who are you kidding? MP3″s, of course.”

“It”s on a micro cassette.”

“So bring the cassette player with you, we have electricity.” She paused. “Really? Micro cassette? You still use those things? Why?”

“We don”t have the lavish budgets you guys get. We can”t afford MP3″s.”

“Yeah, right. But that still doesn”t answer why you can”t bring the player with you.”

“Because you can walk faster in that nice miniskirt of yours than I can lugging this player with me.”

“That player will fit in your shirt pocket.”

“No, it won”t. This is a desk model.”

“So play it for me over the phone.”

“Nope. I want to see your face when you hear it”

“Why?”

“To see if you get the same shit-eating, cat-that-ate-the-canary grin that I got.”

By now her spirits were at their usual high, and she was really intrigued by what he was hinting at. He never promised something he couldn”t deliver. Running out of arguments, she switched gears. “What makes you think I”m wearing a miniskirt, anyway?”

“I have high hopes.” That made her laugh.

“Ok” she relented. “If its that good, you can buy me a drink after I listen to it. It”s almost quitting time anyway.”

“Nooo”, he drawled slowly, “It”s so good you”ll want to buy me dinner after you listen to it.”

“I”ll be right over.”

She cleared a few items from her desk, closed it up, then headed down the hall to the elevators. Halfway there, she stopped dead in her tracks, then turned and retreated to her office. What the hell. If I”m going out to dinner with a good-looking guy, I might as well dress for it. Even if I”m the one paying for it. She slipped back into her office and changed into her miniskirt.

Later that evening, Shadow was reading in the living room. A few of the slaves were scattered around the room, and KD was curled up on the floor, playing chess against Jodi. KD was ahead in points, however Jodi had slightly superior position on the board. The game was far from decided, despite the two of them having played for close to two hours. KD moved her knight and announced, “Check.” Jodi studied the board, expressionlessly for a few seconds when KD broke her concentration. “Ma”am, I have to pee. Would you take me to the bathroom, please.”

Shadow heard the request, and knew that Jodi would do exactly that, allowing KD to use the toilet. Before Jodi reacted, Shadow interjected. “Gina, take KD outside, please. She can use a bush. McDougal does.”

Because she had capitulated and “begged properly”, Jodi knew she was now “allowed” to have her orgasm. She wasn”t sure why she was ceding this bit of control back to him, or that it would be permanent, but she knew that for right here and right now, it was what she wanted. It rankled her a little that he had “broken” her so quickly and easily, causing her to give this tiny bit of her freedom back to him, but she was horny and his tongue was sending incredible waves of pleasure through her. Besides, giving him control over this aspect of her life increased her pleasure, and she knew it. Interestingly, since uttering the magic phrase, even if it had been only seconds ago, he was somehow increasing his efforts toward turning her mind and body into a quivering mass of sex-starved jelly. Or was it only her imagination reacting to her submission? It really didn”t matter, all she could think about was his tongue on her clit and the insatiable need he had built up in her. At the moment, her need for this orgasm was consuming her will to resist him, and her rationality with which to do that. She knew it was going to be an awesome one.

Without thinking about it, she tugged on her restraints harder, which only added to the intensity of the lust coursing through her. She loved being bound and made immobile, especially, like now, when she was naked and exposed in a way that made it easy for him to enter her. Not to mention the fact that he had been doing everything he could to enflame her passion, and he was so very good at doing that.

She knew she was building toward it quickly when without warning, she felt him jam two fingers up her ass. That did it. That threw her over the edge, and as she felt the first wave about to burst through her, she loudly announced the onset of her pleasure by shrieking, “Yes! YES!! YES!!” She then dissolved into wordless moaning as she thrashed against the chains, helpless against them as the orgasm reverberated through her body.

Outside in the living room, a smirk developed on Rita”s face. She looked up at Michelle to see the other woman returning her glance. Rita”s smile broadened as she addressed Michelle. “Oh yeah, she enjoys it.”

As the sound of Jodi”s pleasure continued to reach them, Michelle squirmed in her seat, feeling her own need building inside her. Rita knew what was happening to Michelle, so she snidely added, “Take your time. He”ll be doing that to her for hours. She”ll have trouble walking in the morning. She usually does after spending the night in his bed.”

KD frowned slightly, swallowing her jealousy. She wondered if tomorrow night he would remember his promise of this morning, and if tomorrow night would be her turn to howl in pleasure. She was slightly pissed at Jodi for having stolen her night, but based on what the other slaves had told her, she grudgingly admitted that Jodi deserved this, and more.

Meanwhile, back at the ranch, Shadow had maneuvered himself so he was lying fully atop her. His head was about even with her breasts, keeping his cock well away from her pussy. He kissed her breasts almost chastely, allowing her to recover, yet still giving them both a hint of the future. The very near future. He suckled at her breasts for a few minutes, comforting her more than arousing her, yet maintaining a low level of stimulation. After a while, he broadened his area of interest, kissing her all over while caressing a breast with his hand. Her body responded as it was supposed to, causing her to wordlessly signal her increasing level of arousal and her increasing need for stronger stimulation. He gave it to her.

He rolled her nipple between thumb and forefinger before he distended it by pulling it well outward from her body. While continuing to stretch her nipple, he raised his body so he hovered over her, then without warning, dropped, and rammed himself into her. She drew a sharp intake of breath, startled by the suddenness of the move, then moaned softly in pleasure, welcoming his presence in her.

Her first orgasm, for all its power, had barely put a dent in her overall lust. She was more than ready for another, and another after that one. He rode her hard, pounding her body into the mattress. She gave as good as she got, meeting his thrusts with her own and squeezing him as hard as she could with her pussy muscles. She used her lips and tongue as much as she could within her limited range of movement, but it was enough to enflame him to a grater effort.

They continued like that, in one form or another, for hours. He untied her, retied her in another position. He repeated that process over and over in a seemingly endless succession of ways to hold her available for his use. He oscillated between kissing her, whipping her, and using her, taking his pleasure in her pussy, then using her mouth to recharge his passion so he could take her again. She was insatiable and he was relentless. It was a classic “irresistible force meeting an immovable object”.

Her cries of pain were very different from her cries of pleasure, yet all who heard understood that they were really only cries of a different pleasure. At first, the newer slaves who didn”t know Jodi expressed sympathy for her ordeal, but when those sentiments were met with laughter and heaps of derision from the slaves who did know her, they eventually changed their opinions. Veronica, the youngest and least worldly of the new slaves, was the hardest to convince. Sasha finally quashed her final objections by pointing out the plainly obvious fact that Jodi was a free woman who could demand to be released at any time she wished it. “Or”, she said, capping her arguments as she ended with the observation, “With her level of skill in karate, she could kick master”s ass six ways from Sunday, and as a free woman who was being whipped, she wouldn”t have to worry about a thing.”

Shadow knew he was all but done for the night. Jodi might be capable of going another six rounds, but he knew he was only going to make one more. He gently pulled Jodi up from her knees, removed the armbinder from her, then carried her back to his bed, softly depositing her on it as he had done hours before. This time he crawled into the bed with her, enveloped her in his arms, and gently made love to her.

When it was over, he rolled onto his back, but kept one arm around her, pulling her into his side so that she nestled her cheek on his chest. He held her tightly for a minute, then quietly said, “I hope that has shown you the error of being an impertinent wench and you have learned your lesson.” She smirked in the darkness, answering, “Oh it did, more than you know.” He thought she was speaking in hyperbole and never thought more of it. She lay against him thinking. You have shown me more than you realize my love, and now I will have to break the news to Doctor Rhys. He”ll be so disappointed. She snuggled in just a hair closer, threw her arm across his chest, draped her leg over his, and did her best to entwine herself more fully with him. Thank you, Monica. She softly kissed his chest once, then followed him into sleep.

Well eastward of where Jodi had been living her dream, another woman had been living a dream also. Although in her case, while it too was a dream, the term more commonly used to describe it was “nightmare”.

Tweedle Duh had been introduced to the intricacies of playing “Please, Mistress”. She did not do well in the game, and she was definitely did not enjoy her role in it. The game had begun almost innocently, with her being ordered to her hands and knees, then told to remain absolutely motionless. Carmella then placed a long stem wine glass on her butt, using her as an end table. That wasn”t so bad, because Carmella took occasional sips from the glass, allowing Tweedle Duh brief periods of time in which she could relax a fraction. That changed, however, after Carmella brought Tweedle Dee and Bubbles into the room.

When Carmella began playing with the other two, she ignored Tweedle Duh for longer and longer periods. Tweedle Duh had been quite peremptorily told that if she spilled the wine, she would be severely punished. She had no doubts that the threat would be carried out, having heard about her predecessor”s fate during another session of the game. Remaining sufficiently motionless to not cause the glass to topple, and to do so for an extended period of time is quite impossible. If nothing else, the slave”s muscles will begin to quiver involuntarily. The inevitable occurred, and naturally, the event did not go unnoticed by Carmella.

Before she could divert her attention to the most recent infraction of her orders, Carmella had to place Bubbles and Tweedle Dee in appropriate holding positions. She ceased the whipping in progress and released them from the vertical spread-eagle they had each been in. Starting with Bubbles, she tied both women in an identical manner. Their new position began with their arms being pulled upwards behind their back, into a reverse prayer. With their wrists tied together, Carmella added a strap around each of their elbows, then tightened that as much as her strength would allow. With that done, she returned to the wrist tie, added a rope from that to the back of the slave”s collar, then pulled the rope tight, pulling the slave”s arms upward into a still more painful alignment. Short chains were added to connect the slave”s ankles together, then the two slaves, now identically bound, were brought close together to face each other. She positioned them under an overhead hook.

As she dragged a short stepstool over to enable her to reach the hook, she grudgingly admitted to herself that the adjustable cable arrangement she had seen in the video of Shadow”s apartment made much more sense than her static hook. In fact, she had already contacted a few companies to inquire about having one installed in her apartment.   Dismissing that thought for the moment, she threaded two light ropes through the hook, letting all four ends dangle to where they would be easily reached from the floor.

In a departure from her normal way of playing the game, Carmella gagged the two slaves. She usually wanted them able to beg for respite, but now she was more interested in leaving them quietly in the background while she concentrated on Tweedle Duh”s punishment.

Next, she took four wedge-shaped blocks and placed them on the floor next to each of the slave”s feet. The wedges had a nail”s sharp end protruding upward two inches from the sloped surface. She ordered Tweedle Dee up onto her toes, then slid one of the blocks under each of her feet, positioning the nail so that it would puncture Tweedle Dee”s sole right in the arch of her foot, if she lowered herself from her toes. She did the same to Bubbles. With both slaves high on their toes she placed nose hooks in each slave”s nostrils, then taking one of the free ends from both ropes, she tied both nose hooks with each rope, binding all four items into a single unit. Then, taking the remaining free end from the first rope, she pulled all the slack out of it, setting the nose hooks firmly in both slave”s noses and tied that end to Tweedle Dee”s collar. The free end of the second rope, similarly taut, went onto Bubble”s collar. She kicked the wedges out from under the slave”s feet, and stood back to admire their posture. Standing high on their toes, with their heads pulled sharply upward, they looked nicely posed, but very uncomfortable. If either slave lowered her heels, she would punish both herself and her sister slave by pulling the nose hook more deeply, and painfully, into their nostrils. Grinning at the tableau, she turned away from them to focus on Tweedle Duh.

She went back to Tweedle Duh, and sneered down at her. “You miserable, useless piece of shit. I give you the simplest chore, just to remain stationary, and you can&