Dark Erotic Fiction

Revelations of the New Slave

Aaron sat in the almost empty bus considering his options. “This actually might work,” he thought wearily for at least the thousandth time. “But, I have to anticipate the unexpected.” Then, stuck in an endless cycle of worry, he added, “Of course, - something has to go wrong in such a hastily conceived plan.”

Beside him, Gigi tapped his leg.

“Not now,” he whispered distractedly.

Ahead of them, Hank was driving the bus down the bumpy gravel road. His surly bout of silence since starting up the bus fifteen minutes ago indicated that he was not happy about missing his brother”s opportunity to enjoy two more days with the eagerest pussy that either brother could have imagined.

“Buffy and Flora were the hottest women I”ve ever seen,” he thought enviously.

Used to working in tandem, the young ranchers often anticipated the other”s needs while out repairing miles of fencing, or bucking an oversized water-filled tire off a tractor, or any of the dozens of ranch tasks virtually impossible to perform alone. Hank and Jonathon had been astounded at the two wives” enthusiasm at being vigorously double-teamed by the two horny young men. It was an eye-opening experience for the naïve twenty-two-year-olds. Hank wanted more of the prime pussy he”d so briefly enjoyed.

He groaned. “We should be ashamed at getting so worked up with two women our mother”s age.” He failed in trying to dissuade himself of any further interest in the MILFs. “Crap, - they”re forty, almost twice our age! And, - we”re only four years older than their daughters.”

Gigi touched Aaron”s leg again.

He glared down at being interrupted. Softening his intended rebuke, he quietly told her, “It better be important.”

Seated beside him, Gigi nodded her head.

Aaron adjusted the setting on her collar from his wrist unit. “Go ahead, - but be quick about it.”

Nervously, Gigi whispered, “I, - I”m not sure yet how this works. Do I call you Master or Sir?”

“How the hell do I know,” Aaron answered back stiffly. He sighed. “For now, - all I demand is respect. We”ll work out all that Sir and Master stuff later.”

Gigi, his soon to be “French Maid” smiled wanly. “Well, what I wanted to say is that I”m sure your brothers were very satisfied with the Phi Beta Phi moms.”

“If your sole reason for getting me to let you speak is to pass on gossip, then you”ll get your first two punishments tonight,” Aaron said crossly. “That will be ten swats for taking advantage of my good nature and ten more swats for wasting my time on drivel.”

“No,” Gigi said quickly, “I meant that since everyone knows I”m your property, - well, I”m able to hear a lot of things that maybe I wouldn”t normally hear. Earlier, when I was still chained beside the two legacy girls, we couldn”t help but listen to your brothers having sex with Buffy and Flora on the other side of the rocks. They were kinda noisy and it was obvious that everyone was thoroughly enjoying the sex. The daughters, Arlene and Codi, were rolling their eyes and smirking at the sounds. Aaron, - er Sir, - the daughters weren”t embarrassed at their moms, - they expected really slutty behavior and whispered about their mothers being whores.”

Gigi took a couple of deep breaths and continued, “It seems that they have a regular two-on-one thing going with the golf and tennis pros at their country club. Buffy takes on both pros on Tuesday mornings and Flora gets the same two studs every Thursday morning. Sunday mornings when the husbands are off playing golf together, the two moms share the two pros in one of the private room at the club. Arlene and Codi swear they have seen the receipts each mom keeps hidden away.”

“Receipts?”

“To keep from getting PPC”d. You see, before each round of sex, the moms make the pros give them a five dollar bill and a dated and signed statement confirming the sex was for money. Evidently, they each have a huge stack of receipts with five dollar bills stapled to them.”

Aaron mulled over this information. “So the MILFs are horny sluts. How is that important to me?”

Gigi smiled knowingly. “Being teenagers, Arlene and Codi network with all their friends. It seems that occasionally, a wife of a club member and any of her daughters are enslaved.”

“Again, how is that pertinent?” Aaron asked with a sigh.

“Unlike most slave conversions where everyone knows what happens, - well, these women and girls just disappear without explanation and they”re never mentioned again. And, - the key is that the teens seem to think that it”s somehow orchestrated by the club”s controlling members.”

“So what happens to the slaves?”

“That”s what”s weird, - the only thing anyone knows for certain is that soon afterwards there”s a closed all-day meeting of the Board of Directors. The meeting is catered so it could be an alternate meat thing or it could be something else. In any event, both girls think their mom”s and themselves are prime candidates for the next round of disappearances.”

“Now I see the connection.” Aaron held up a hand for Gigi to hold on while he thought through the implications of what she”d said. “So the girls think they would be safe if they went away to college before their moms disappear?”

“They don”t know. But, it”s the main reason they pushed their moms to do this “girls only” trip to St. Julia College before the summer break. The girls want out of their houses as soon as possible. They are worried that this New Underground Railroad thing at the sorority might have doomed them.”

The bus lurched as Hank pulled onto the paved road leading back to the interstate.

“That”s not all,” Gigi continued. “This next part is even more important.”

“You are full of surprises,” Aaron grinned over at his new slave. “I think I”ve been remise in letting only the other girls enjoy your services.”

“Maybe you should try out your new slave as soon as you can,” Gigi whispered with a noticeable blush.

“That”s for later,” Aaron said reluctantly. “Now, tell me what else you learned.”

“After you unchained me, I ran over to find my suitcase. The Phi Beta Phi Chapter Advisors were whispering together. Since it looked suspicious, I set my suitcase down and rummaged through it while eavesdropping.”

“What could you have possibly learned in the few minutes you were gone,” Aaron wondered aloud.

“Ha, - you don”t know women very well, - Mmmaster. Cyndi and Margeret were begging Sandy and Lacey to include them in their plans. Sandy and Lacey were being real snooty and Cyndi, - you know she”s the Executive Board President, - well, she tried to pull rank and the others just laughed at her. Then they called Margeret a cow and said she”d already stopped being useful to their plans. She started crying.”

“Gigi, we all know that Sandy and Lacey are first class cunts. As a matter of fact, you girls have let me know more than once how snobby and elitist most of your officers and advisors in the sorority were. What”s important about this conversation?”

“Money,” Gigi breathed eagerly, “it”s all about money they”ve diverted. Margeret got the sorority a bunch of loans by sweet talking her banker husband into approving the risky loans, Sandy controls the escrow funds for her husband”s real estate firm, and Lacey is the law firm comptroller with her hands on all their finances; accounts receivable, payables, salary, retirement, and escrow.”

“Holy cow, - the bitches were milking funds for something. What was their plan?”

“I don”t know,” Gigi admitted. “But, Cyndi was angry because it was evidently her idea to begin with and now she has no control over the offshore accounts they”ve been using. Margeret, Sandy, and Lacey have all contributed money to the secret accounts.”

“Any other amazing revelations?”

“No, - that”s it.”

“Wow!” Aaron sat in silence for long minutes, happy to be distracted from over worrying about the current situation. Trusting Gigi to remain silent, he did not reinstate the Silent Mode for her collar.

The next hour or so was uneventful for Aaron and Gigi. After a few final instruction, Hank dropped them off at an exit with a motel.

“Remember, stop outside Denver and get the bus fully detailed,” Aaron reminded Hank. “Then, take your time wandering back toward Hutchinson, Kansas. Just drop off the bus at my place, pack up as much of my junk as you can find, and head back toward Tucson in my car.”

“No problem, bro. I just wish we had more time with those moms.”

Aaron looked at Gigi before answering. “Given what my little slut just told me, your wish just might come true.”

Less than fifteen minutes later, Gigi was ripping Aaron”s clothes off in the privacy of room 126. The budget motel didn”t have fancy furnishings, but the eager young woman ecstatically bounced around the lumpy bed as she showed Aaron her favorite positions. The final round of their mid-morning sex ended with her legs lewdly spread, heels touching her ears, as the thirty-eight-year-old Aaron gasped in exhaustion after thumping two-hundred-twenty-five pounds of muscle into her steamy crotch.

Worn out, they fell asleep with arms and legs still intertwined.

Gigi is Collared

Aaron set a heavy chest down on a hay bale; it was made of expensive hardwood, richly stained, and heavily lacquered. “Come over here, Janella.”

Janella”s ankle chain clattered lightly as she crept over to Aaron.

“Kneel with your head down. Pull your hair up off your neck.”

Aaron snapped up three brass latches that held the lid shut and opened it. The cover opened silently on its long, continuous piano hinge reflecting the workmanship invested in the container. The box was eighteen inches wide, eighteen inches deep, and six inches high. Under the cover were three identical trays covered in green felt stacked one atop the other. Nested inside recesses, each tray held five glistening black electronic slave collars, two identically finished wrist bracelets for controlling the collars, and a remote programming unit.

He picked up a collar, it was unexpectedly heavy. The slick black slave collars were a full inch high and three-quarters of an inch thick containing densely packed electronics, rechargeable batteries, a transceiver, an induction coil, and twenty-four grams of Composition B explosive arrayed in three tiny eight-gram linear cutting charges. The programmer was easy to use as the LCD screen displayed all settings simultaneously.

Aaron used a forefinger to tap a heat sensor inside one wrist unit and did the same with a similar sensor inside one collar. He turned on the programmer and watched as the units synched up. The collar gently beeped and a solid green LED began to glow on the bottom edge of the collar indicating that it was in communication with the remote programmer. The wrist controller also beeped and its own green LED began to glow. He quickly scanned the default settings on the Programmer and made a few changes. “Collar and Wrist Unit GPS Sensors activated, ten-meter setting on Separation Sensor, Self-Destruct Mode enabled, Tingle Mode Alert setting on Wrist Unit, Progressive Separation Shock setting on Collar Unit, fifty-meter setting for Self-Destruct. Hmmm, what else?”

Janella whimpered when the unheated steel of the collar encircled her neck.

“Aaron! You”re really going through with it?” Kathrine demanded in shock.

“Raise your hands up onto the collar, Janella and squeeze it shut. I want you to latch it closed yourself.”

“Oh, merciful Athena,” Hillary whispered.

“Of course!” Sofia interjected. “After she nearly screwed us all, she bought her way out of torture and death by giving up her body. She offered, - he agreed.”

Another whimper came from the naked slave getting her first collar. A loud metallic click announced to the witnesses that Janella had willingly collared herself.

“I promised, - she promised, - what”s to question?” he answered flatly, confirming Sofia”s interpretation of Janella”s enslavement.

“Janella, - no, - from now on, your name is “Gigi the French Maid”. Gigi, I”d recommend you not use your voice, Silent Mode is engaged and the Shock Setting is at Level Four, - that will hurt. Plus, you better start shadowing my every move as the explosives in your collar will detonate at something just beyond one hundred and fifty feet separation from my wrist unit.”

Aaron”s slave curled up into a tighter ball at the news.

His voice slipped into command mode, “Gigi, go find your bag! Pick out the shortest skirt you”ve packed, a sheer blouse, and sandals; nothing else. Get dressed and meet me at by my brothers” camp. The rest of you girls, go get all the bags out of the bus storage bins. Now, - lets go!”

“Margaux,” Aaron said drawing the young woman away from the boulder pile to a quieter spot as the other girls rushed to follow his command. “I”ll need you to gather the info we need from each and every girl here in the camp. To be blunt, the most critical piece of information is the PIN for each of their accounts. My plan simply won”t work without a lot of cash. Further, you”ll be in charge while I”m gone. Soon it”ll be dawn and I want everyone nice and quiet, - and I mean everybody completely behaving themselves, - preferably sleeping.”

“Can you help me get started? Where are you going? And, why is the slut going with you?”

“You don”t need my help. Just start off by telling them that anyone that doesn”t give up the correct information will be left chained under the hay shed for the police to find when the rest of us leave. As to where I”m going, - I need to get to a truckstop so I can meet up with Debbie and Melisa at a safe stopping point. We can”t afford to have them drive directly here and possibly compromise everyone. Gigi is going because she needs to learn that her place as my slave is working and not lolling about lazily at this camp.”

Margaux looked worried. “What about security? What do we do if something happens and you don”t get back?”

Aaron drew the woman close against him and kissed the top of her head. “You worry too much. This area is so remote, nobody will just wander by. You have shotguns and helpers in case of trouble. Hmmm, - you smell good.”

Margaux hit his back softly and peevishly whispered, “I told you before, this is no time to be doing this.”

He ignored the slim college student”s weak protest and drew her chin up matched their lips against one another. He gave her a thorough kissing. Her response was muted, but she was obviously enjoying the intimate moment.

“No,” she said weakly after a few minutes, “I can”t do this. I haven”t told you before, but I act a bit standoffish because I”m saving myself for my wedding night.”

Aaron groaned, “What! You”re twenty-seven! Besides, I thought all you Phi Beta Phi girls were renowned for your blowjobs.”

“They are, but I don”t because I”m afraid that will lead to further advances.”

“You mean like giving up your ass?”

“See!” Margaux hissed back with feeling. “That”s exactly what I was talking about.”

“But you have such a nice ass,” Aaron replied while his hands gripped her taut ass cheeks under the stiff denim. “Plus, it”s perfectly acceptable nowadays.”

“You make me feel so wicked,” Margaux gasped as a big lump in his pants thumped across her crotch. She pushed him back. “Please, - stop. I”m worried I can”t control myself.”

“But, I”ll promise to leave your three virginities intact. There are other ways to love each other.”

“Hmmm,” she whimpered as he repeated the kiss in a more forceful manner.

Sensing that she was going to shy away from his advances once again, Aaron surreptitiously snuck his binding cord out of his rear pocket. Before Margaux knew what he was up to, she had her wrists tied off behind her back.

“You bastard!” she whimpered. “Stop! This isn”t fair!”

Behind her, Aaron spied his personal slut watching the scene. She”d set speed records for a young woman getting dressed and presenting herself; it hadn”t been four minutes and she was ready. She grinned at Margaux”s backside and teasingly waved a scrap of cloth. Belatedly, Aaron realized that Janella was signaling him to blindfold Margaux. Deciding to go for it, Aaron held the squirming woman with one hand while he awkwardly fed the blindfold around her head; Janella helped by completing the tie.

“Ughhh,” Margaux moaned helplessly. “You sure you promise?”

Aaron stiffened at the umbrage he felt from Margaux”s emotion-ridden question. He managed to relax and held back the harsh answer demanded by his pride. However, he wasn”t going to let the question go completely unpunished. Within seconds, Margaux was gasping in indignation when his hands yanked her blouse free from where it was tucked into her waistband. Aaron also opened her center-clip bra for the second time in twenty-four hours.

Both his hands took possession of her lush breasts and his teeth nipped gently at her neck. Moving behind Margaux”s back, he turned so that she was now facing full on to the French Maid in training, Gigi. Margaux”s friend was given a personal and up close view of her charms.

At Aaron”s silent nod, Gigi snuck forward and used her forefingers to scratch lightly at Margaux”s hard little nipples that were protruding between fingers tightly gripping her breasts. Both grinned conspiratorially at Margaux”s groan of appreciation.

After manipulating the stiff nubbins, Aaron shifted both hands down to her firm stomach. He unbuckled her belt and undid the snap of her jeans.

“Ohhhh, nooooo!” Margaux moaned piteously. This close, the scent of her arousal was obvious to both Aaron and Gigi.

Aaron slipped her panties and jeans down below her thighs. Signaling with his hand again, Gigi responded by slipping her right hand down between Margaux”s thighs where her fingers began to tease the slick labia covering her cunt. “Wet,” Gigi mouthed silently up to Aaron.

“Eiiii!” Margaux gasped when Gigi”s thumb nail scraped across her clit. Fully three of her slim fingers had already slowly wormed they way inside Margaux”s juicy twat by that time.

Aaron held tightly to Margaux”s chest with one hand while she wildly humped herself against Gigi”s fingers.

“Nooo, - don”t stop!” Margaux whimpered as Gigi reluctantly withdrew her hand from her friends twat.

“Soooo big,” she grunted when Aaron freed his throbbing cock and guided it to her hands bound behind her back. Aaron hunched forward, moving his prick through her grip. She grunted in need when Gigi obeyed her new master by jamming her hand back in place. Four fingers were now tightly mashed into the slick cunt.

Her plunging hips on the raping hand thrust her bound hands back and forth along Aaron”s hard cock. He groaned into Margaux”s neck as her fingers massaged his dick. Gigi looked up knowingly, she pinched Margaux”s clit once again. Margaux grunted and then wailed out a quiet little orgasm. After a momentary pause, she continued moving her hips even faster, eliciting wet sloppy noises as she desperately tried to force more of Gigi”s hand inside her loosening hole.

Gigi”s other hand crept up and her fingernails and began to tease Margaux”s nipples.

Sensing that she was going to do something wicked; Aaron shook his head to the negative.

His slut just grinned and seized on one nipple and then drew it strongly toward its twin, stretching that entire teat in the process. Unknown to Aaron, she then squeezed both nipples together in one talented grip while the other hand”s fingers curled up inside the clasping twat raping over her fingers. Then, her thumb pinched hard on the erect clit.

The sensations of pain added atop the electric feelings of pleasure from the fingers rubbing across her “G” spot were too much for Margaux. She threw her head back and began grunting and whimpering in a failed attempt to contain her orgasm. Margaux had no way of knowing that her sole audience was Aaron and her friend Janella, now Gigi, soon to be a domestic French Maid.

Aaron spurted into Margaux”s cupped hands just as she slumped downward in her own post-orgasmic bliss.

Gigi gently tugged Margaux”s bra strap forward from her shoulder. She mimed a cutting action with two fingers across the bra. Aaron understood her plan and grinned. Just two simple snips were all that were required for Margaux”s lacy bra to flutter down to the ground.

Then, easing Aaron”s knife from his fingers, Gigi quickly pruned off all the buttons on Margaux”s blouse. Before the satiated woman fully recovered, Gigi gathered up the bottoms of the blouse and tied it off under her breasts. The wardrobe adjustment left plenty of creamy breast flesh exposed with virtually no support to keep her from bobbling enticingly as she moved.

Aaron pulled up her jeans and gently guided the blindfolded Margaux back to the same hay bale where he”d set down the box of collars. Gigi primly sat down on an adjacent bale and Aaron removed the blindfold.

“Cut me loose you bastard!” Margaux whispered while glancing enquiringly at Gigi.

“Your hands and the binding cord are kinda gross,” he answered with a grin.

Margaux wriggled angrily. She didn”t notice that her perky breasts bobbled about nicely.

“Maybe your friends will be willing to get their hands slimy to let you loose.”

“Janella, come get me loose!”

Gigi ignored Margaux”s command and lowered her gaze to her sandals.

“I”m going to talk to the MILFs and then we”re leaving, you know what to do,” Aaron explained as he picked up the heavy wooden box.

“I hate that word,” Margaux snapped back.

Aaron leaned down to give her a kiss. “This was fun, - lets do it again soon.”

“Bastard,” Margaux answered.

Aaron smiled; instead of anger, her voice held more than just a promise of affection. “I think she even smiled,” Aaron told himself. “Nice.”

“Come on slut! Heel!”

Gigi bounced upward eagerly and followed her Master.

“At least he could have given me his knife,” Margaux whispered. “I”m going to catch serious grief before I can convince my Sisters to untie this sticky mess.”

Aaron”s Stepbrothers

Once Sofia established her new personal best score in maximum orgasms during one single fuck, she began bouncing energetically up and down on Aaron”s lap. “At last!” he thought as he pounded up into her bouncing frame. Just seconds later, stimulated by the pounding action, his balls, already itching for the long-delay relief he craved, released his cum in a bubbling torrent that was immediately pumped through his cock in long, almost painful bursts. He splattered round after round of white cum into Sofia”s spongy twat. Fully, satisfied, Aaron slumped back lifeless with a long moan of release.

“Oh, baby,” Sofia whispered in his ear, “that made seven big cums for me. Anytime in the future you want to do round two, - or three for that matter, just let me know and I”ll be ready.” She eased up with a groan, slipped a hand down to her slippery lower lips to lock his cum inside her stretched hole, and staggered awkwardly to the middle of the aisle. “Where is your little whore, Aaron?” she asked rhetorically before she moved unsteadily toward the back of the bus.

Aaron envisioned Janella”s horror at having to clean his spend from this latest conquest. He smiled at the fitting punishment and then realized he was sitting in a huge pool of Sofia”s pussy juice. Grimacing, he pulled up his pants and shifted across the aisle to take Sofia”s seat.

Jennifer looked up blankly as Aaron sat beside her. Gently, he took the girl in his arms, rotated her to the aisle side of the seats, placed a pillow against the side of the bus, leaned gratefully back against it, and drew her naked form on top of his, her back to his chest. Finally, he slipped a comforter up over the two of them and relaxed back, idly rubbing the side of Jennifer”s face.

After a few minutes, Jennifer relaxed and twisted sideways to better cuddle against his frame and the seat back. The new position allowed Aaron to gently rub across her back and down a smooth flank. He was surprised that Jennifer”s hair could still smell like strawberries after her rough day. She must have sensed his interest in her smell because she wriggled closer against him and moaned softly at his appreciation.

Comfortable, each dozed, eventually falling deeply asleep.

“Hey, sleepyhead,” Margaux whispered while shaking his shoulder.

Aaron looked up, seeing his hopefully-to-be-girlfriend and startled as he remembered the very naked girl he held in his arms. “My hand is on her tit!” he thought. “Oh, crap!”

“Thanks for making Jennifer comfortable,” she continued, totally unconcerned with having a naked friend laying against her boyfriend. “She”s been a mess since you got her away from that bastard, Tony Francera. Just safely sleeping in a man”s arms is probably the best thing that could happen at this point.”

Stiff, from too long in the slightly awkward position, Aaron barely managed to sit up and rotate the still sleeping Jennifer back down to the seat. He yawned and stretched. “Why have we stopped?” he said with a yawn.”

“We finally got to Interstate Forty and I took the first exit I could find westbound.”

Now fully alert and a bit alarmed, Aaron quickly glanced out the bus windows and then scanned the interior.

“No,” Margaux reassured him, “everything is fine. This is a huge truckstop and we”re parked away from the diner and shops. I sent two of the girls in to check the news and pick up some food and drinks for us and then you can tell us about the next step in this journey.”

Aaron nodded at Margaux, picked up his new cell phone, turned it on, and dialed. His brother Hank picked up the phone. “Hank, where are you guys? Just leaving Albuquerque, - great. Everything going as planned?” Aaron spoke cryptically during the conversation so that anyone eavesdropping would not be able to figure out their plans.

During the short conversation, he also made no mention of his father in front of Margaux given that she had been told that his recent death was one reason for Aaron”s journey of self-discovery at St. Julia”s College. The rest of his story was true. Aaron really had just retired from the military and he was a bit reluctant to immediately join his family in their remote ranching operation. He knew that once he returned to ranching, he”d have few opportunities to relax and enjoy himself.

“Alright,” Aaron told Margaux briskly, “here”s the deal. We ditch this bus quickly because by now even the Hutchinson police will have discovered that a bus was parked in the alleyway behind your sorority house shortly before the fire. They will connect that fact with a last minute no reservation bus rental. So, we have to change our mode of transportation. My two stepbrothers, Hank and Jonathon have already flown into Albuquerque. Hank arrived a bit later because he made a short stop in Phoenix to pick up the documentation we”ll need to continue moving you girls around. Jonathon used the time to rent a large specialty tractor trailer and stock up on some basic necessities, mostly camping gear and food.”

“Documentation?”

Aaron grinned. “Wait until you see. It”s absolutely brilliant.”

Aaron took a couple of deep calming breaths before he continued. “For years our ranch purchased truck loads of hay from a New Mexico broker and one of his hay storage lots is just west of here on the edge of a secluded ranch just north of the interstate. Hank and Jonathon are notorious partiers and they”ve used the broker”s facilities before for weeklong drinking and carousing parties. He knows they”ve taken their girlfriends up there to enjoy the remoteness of the wilderness. So, this will appear to be just another chance for the twins to blow off some steam.”

He grinned at Margaux, “Hank gave me the mile marker of the exit so we can leave as soon as the girls get back. They should have beer on ice and the grills all fired up for burgers and chicken. Then we can get everyone bedded down and rest for a day or so before we continue south.”

“South?”

“Yeah. My family has ranched in Arizona for just over a hundred years. We”ve run horses and cattle for generations. They”ve recently expanded their holdings but I haven”t visited the new ranch yet.”

“I thought Arizona was all desert.”

“No, Arizona has forests, mountains, lakes, rivers, and of course the Sonoran Desert. Back in the eighteen hundreds, there were a lot more rivers and streams that ran most of the year in southern Arizona. Our ranch has some of everything; beautiful red rock canyons, riparian wetlands with lush grass, pine forests, and of course, lots and lots of cactus.”

“Then let”s get out of here.”

Aaron drove the final leg of the bus journey, exited the interstate, and found the gravel road leading to the hay broker”s storage area. Eventually, he pulled off the rough gravel road and turned toward a huge open air shed with a tractor trailer parked beside it. The shed was a roofed structure with pole supports and no outer walls. He heard an audible sigh of relief from the girls in the two rows behind him as the rumble of the engine abruptly ceased. When he opened the door, two tall, lanky men rushed inside.

“Yo! Bro!” the first yelled as he bashed himself against Aaron.

The other brother gave him a hearty back slap and roared, “Welcome back, hero! The family has been wondering where the hell you”ve been hiding since the military let you loose.”

The nearly identical whirlwinds of manic activity, Hank and Jonathon were quickly introduced to the seven dressed members of ATHENA. Easily the same six-foot-three of their stepbrother, the two lanky young men were all muscle and sinew. All seven young women gave the boys big hugs and kisses, laughing happily at reaching yet another milestone in their escape. The two twenty-two-year-old males were especially impressed with naked Jennifer and Janella. Kathrine Parrino held their individual leashes easily in her hand.

“Let”s go!” Hank commanded Cyndi Lynn from her lead position on the coffle.

“Get your skanky asses moving,” Carmella Henriksen added with laughter in her voice. “These bitches tried to set up us up for torture and death.”

Hank yanked hard on the coffle at Carmella”s words. Cyndi fell going down the steps out of the bus, dragging Summer Fox and Annabelle Palazzolo down on top of her. Carmella grabbed a handful of brown hair from the Executive Board President and a handful of blonde tress from the Chapter House Mother. She yanked them up to their feet. Between them, they dragged the bruised and disheveled first coffle to the hay shed.

“Come on! Get under the shelter!” Hank added. “Carmella, they go in the middle of this big “U” shaped clearing in the stack of hay bales,” Hank explained pointing at the bales surrounding three sides of the shed. “We cleaned out the ones in the middle and drove a bunch of long anchor stakes for the coffle chains.”

“Yeah, your girls will be comfy and safe under the shelter,” Jonathon interjected as he and Hillary led in the second coffle. “The hay piles and the truck parked in front of the open part of the “U” will keep any unexpected guests from seeing them.”

“Hey guys,” Margaux shouted over from the bus, “don”t lock anyone in place till they”ve all peed and taken care of any other bathroom business.”

Hank and Carmella exchanged conspiratorial looks of glee. “Oops.” They moved away from the shed across some very rough ground, dragging their coffle with them.

“Squat!” Carmella commanded.

“Be careful how you do your business,” Hank added, “because I”m not wiping your asses.”

The ex-leadership of the sorority, both students and adult advisors, gave them murderous glares. Carmella and Hank both laughed. None of the women on the coffle were the least bit dangerous looking. The women proceeded to pee right in the middle of the road.

Jonathon and Hillary came up with the second coffle. Miserably, the next coffle squatted as a group and tried to pee.

Sofia and Tania walked up leading the MILFs and their legacy daughters.

“Hey,” Aaron told Sofia, “Take them over to the fire pit that”s roaring away over by that rock pile. Take off their gags and undo their wrists. Let them take care of business in relative privacy; but, one of you keep control of the end of the coffle chain.”

“Yeah,” Hank added, while indicating the nearby arc of gigantic boulders with a cheerful fire in the middle, “that”s your camp. We”ve already set up coolers with water, beer, and all the fixings for burgers and then breakfast in the morning.”

“We”ll get a few extra anchor spikes set in a few minutes,” Aaron said. “Till then, get all the other ones set up under the shelter.”

“This is a perfect setup,” Aaron told his brothers with a grin. “Guys you”ve done a fantastic job. OK, Margaux, here”s the primary tasks for your ATHENA girls. First, we”ll need some “nests” built on the ground with the comforters and towels. Make sure that absolutely everything is out of the main part of the bus. Then, warn them of the consequences of misbehaving. Lastly, take off their gags and give them each a bottle of water.”

“Hank, how long till you can start serving chow?” Aaron asked turning to his brother.

“Give me fifteen minutes till the first round of burgers are done. It”s all paper plates and plastic ware. The girls can ferry food as it cooks.”

Thirty minutes later, all the naked women save for Jennifer and Janella were chained under the shed and wolfing down burgers and potato salad. Surprisingly, there were few complaints once Margaux loudly announced that anyone that began complaining once their gags were off would get no food or water. “Plus,” she added with conviction, “unruly girls can also spend the night hogtied!” Predictably, there were a number of hostile glares from the ex-leadership of the sorority and from the adult advisors. Even so, things proceeded very smoothly.

Hank and Jonathon showed off the much more comfortable campsite they”d arranged for the ATHENA girls and Aaron. “We brought a huge bag of sleeping bags from the ranch,” Jonathon bragged. “It was most of our checked baggage. The rest we got a one of those big outdoor stores here in New Mexico.”

“Who are these four?” Hank asked.

Carmella Henriksen answered, “These are some unexpected guests. Boys, meet Mrs. Bryant and Mrs. Hatherly along with their daughters Arlene and Codi. They stay clothed but chained up till they are released.”

Under Aaron”s direction, Arlene and Codi, the eighteen-year-olds, were unchained from their parent”s coffle. Arlene and Codi each received individual ankle chains that were attached to a steel anchor spike that Hank and Jonathon drove in with a sixteen-pound sledge hammer. Naked Jennifer and Janella were similarly given ankle chains that were also anchored to the same spike. The four of them were to sleep at the campsite of the clothed ATHENA girls.

Arlene and Codi became so busy eating their burgers that they never noticed Aaron, Hank, and Jonathon draw their mothers away to the other side of the rocks. The young girls and half the ATHENA Team lounged comfortably on haybales covered with comforters. Two others of the ATHENA Team walked casually about the site, on the alert with shotguns for potential rustlers. Aaron had scared them with his warning that bounty hunters and other unscrupulous characters would see the huge group of naked women as a tempting opportunity. A third girl languidly walked through the herd of women chained under the shed. The chained women averted their eyes as she walked amongst them, unarmed save for a stiff riding crop that cracked or popped against her thigh.

“Buffy and Flora, it”s time for you two to make some decisions,” Aaron explained once he had the older women at the smaller, most secluded campsite.

Still gagged, the two MILFs could do little except stare back waiting for clarification.

“Hank, Jonathon, who won the coin toss?”

Hank scowled and pointed to his grinning brother.

“In the morning, Jonathon will take you on a long circuitous trip north in your own car.” He held up a warning hand as both Buffy and Flora grunted their disapproval. “If you behave, then they”ll let you go in two days. Your daughters will then be released. This I promise.”

At Aaron”s nod, Jonathon unbuckled their gags and then cut off the wrist ties.

“Hou, homise?” Buffy asked with tongue and jaws still stiff and unresponsive from the gag.

Aaron nodded. “As I said, - do as you”re told and you and your daughters will be released.”

“Hare hower har?” Flora asked.

“If all goes according to plan,” Aaron answered softly, “your car should be here in a few hours.”

“Hut he honna who?” Buffy asked.

“Jonathon is going to drive you two northward, stopping randomly at ATM machines. You two will take turns getting out of the car and getting maximum cash withdrawals from the college girls” debit or credit cards.”

“Hats healing,” Flora interjected.

“This escape plan is going to start getting very expensive,” Aaron told her. “Besides,” he added, “you”d be better off focusing on impressing my brothers.” At that, he turned to the two young ranchers. “You wanta eat now or afterwards?”

Hank didn”t bother to answer; he locked eyes with Buffy and slowly started unbuttoning his shirt. Jonathon simply reached out and grabbed Flora”s belt in a calloused grip. He pulled her strongly toward him and enveloped her in his arms.

“Like I said, ladies,” Aaron whispered as he backed away, “now is the time to make good first impressions with the two men who hold you and your daughters” futures in your hands.”

Aaron is Rebuffed; Sofia Shows Her Appreciation

Aaron and the bus were now well outside Hutchinson, Kansas. Except for Margaux, most of the girls were sleeping. The stress of the evening”s frantic departure from their comfortable college life had caught up with them. The gentle swaying of the bus and the quiet rumble of the big diesel engine helped lull them to sleep.

It had been just about two hours and Aaron was finally starting to relax. His neck ached from constantly stretching upward to peer over the high-backed seats to catch glimpses of the road ahead. “I keep expecting to see a roadblock at any minute,” he told himself. “Worse, by the time we saw flashing lights, it”d be too late for escape. My hope was that this route was secluded enough that we”d be among the last roads from Hutchinson that they”d try to close. This old road goes all the way to Interstate Forty at Tucumcari, New Mexico.”

“Melisa and Debbie made it to Topeka with no problems,” he also reminded himself. “They dumped that trail of cell phones in a false trail to the northeast. Hopefully, the authorities will think we are running for Canada. Melisa and Debbie are now motoring west on Interstate Seventy going all the way to Colorado Springs. Their northern route will add a lot of travel time and keep them from knowing our final destination until they need to know more.”

Sofia leaned across the aisle and whispered slyly, “Margaux”s kinda busy up there, - why don”t you lose the slut.”

The promise of sexual bliss given in her throaty whisper completely distracted Aaron from his convoluted thinking about upcoming events. “She did promise to “satisfy” me anytime,” he told himself happily. “At least this girl is appreciative of being rescued.”

“Janella,” he hissed as he shook the napping girl”s head at his knees.

His new French Maid looked up fuzzily at her Master.

“You have a certain fame for your blowjobs,” he whispered.

Janella smiled and reached eagerly toward his zipper. “This won”t be so bad,” she thought.

“No!” Aaron rebuked her in a sharp tone. “I want you to crawl through the bus beginning with two rows behind us, sucking off each and every girl that is naked. If they resist, just spread their legs and dig right in. No matter how long it takes, you better force each girl to at least one orgasm.” His voice hardened, “Fail and I”ll pin a confession to your nipples and leave you chained naked to a highway sign for the police to find.”

Janella stared upward in shock. “I”m no lesbian,” she wailed inwardly.

When his new French Maid didn”t immediately begin moving, Aaron grabbed a handful of her hair and yanked her out into the aisle. “Get going,” he hissed.

Shamefaced, Janella glanced up at Sofia”s triumphant face. Cowed, but not yet trained to be an eager little slut, Janella crept reluctantly past Mrs. Bryant and Mrs. Hatherly. “They know,” she groaned, “they must have heard Aaron”s command, he wasn”t exactly quiet about it.” A tear of self pity flowed out of the corner of one eye. “He was right, - everyone will know that I”m his slut and slave.”

Janella almost balked when she realized that the first person she would service meant she had to bury her face between the legs of Lacey Reed, the Phi Beta Phi Legal Advisor. The thirty-six-year-old woman was undeniably beautiful, but Janella despised her. Reluctantly, she crawled to the woman”s legs and set her hands on Lacey”s knees.

“Hesss, hew hihile hitch!” was Lacey Reed”s welcoming comment as she enthusiastically thrust her knees apart.

Face burning in humiliation at the pleasure in Lacey”s gag-muffled, “Yes, you little bitch,” she set her face between Lacey”s knees and slipped her hands far back to grasp the woman”s ass. Her tongue moved forward as her hands brought Lacey”s hips forward.

“Hesssss,” came from above Janella in a clear sign of appreciation. Then, Lacey”s legs raised up over Janella”s shoulders, crossed behind her head, and tightened. Lacey let her torso sink down further into the seat, trapping Janella against her burning crotch.

“Mmmfff,” was Janella”s own muffled comment as Lacey caught her head tightly between her crotch. Horrified, Janella could only moan in discomfort as Lacey”s hips began to wriggle up and down, drawing her wet gash from Janella”s chin all the way to her forehead.

“Hick he, hew hitch!” was Lacey”s command.

Janella complied by extending her tongue and drilling her way around the woman”s plump sex lips and then plunging inward. “Gotta get this over with,” Janella thought stoically. “I will not be left behind for torture and death,” she vowed.

Satisfied that his new sex toy was gainfully employed, Aaron extended his legs into the aisle and rose upward. “Get ready, Sofia. I”ll be back in a few minutes,” he whispered.

Aaron knelt down beside Margaux. “How”s it going,” he asked softly.

Margaux spared him a quick glance and a slight smile. “Better than we could have expected. We were pretty stupid, huh?”

“Your sorority might have been fine for a few more months if that raid in Eastlake hadn”t occurred. But,” he added sadly, “you”ve all been living on borrowed time for weeks. After all, even I figured out that you girls were plotting terrorist acts.”

Margaux stiffened at his words. “It was a noble endeavor,” she replied.

“Bullshit!” Aaron responded. “Yeah, the WSA-2000 laws are brutal, and in many ways unfair, but can you imagine what life would be if the female - male ratio remained so skewed.”

“That”s such unimaginative crap!” Margaux argued.

“No, it”s true!” Aaron insisted. “The economics of the situation simply don”t lie. With so many fewer males, production is decreased with resulting increased costs. We simply have to reduce our population while we adjust the female - male ratio. How can you argue against that?”

Margaux sniffed. “All we really need to do is have more children and the population will self-adjust to a more natural state, - and, if there aren”t enough men for the women, - well, then we should pass laws to force male prisoners to donate sperm.”

Aaron was so offended by her arguments that he couldn”t form a response.

“Besides,” she added, “the laws are simply barbaric.”

“Her logic sucks,” Aaron told himself. To distract them both, he slipped behind her captain”s chair and placed his hands on her shoulders. “You”re stiff,” he observed.

“Hard to relax knowing what”s hanging over our heads. How is everything back there?”

“Fine. They”re mostly sleeping. I think everyone”s drained from the stress.”

“It doesn”t help that most of them are naked and chained,” Margaux responded tightly.

“Are you mad about that?”

Margaux shrugged. “No, - not really. You were right, - there is no way we could trust everyone in such a large group. After all, look what Janella did.” Margaux turned under his lightly massaging hands and locked eyes with him for just a second. “Did you nail that slut yet?”

“What!” Aaron answered shocked.

“Admit it,” Margaux replied, “you”re horny from being around all these young, naked women. Why you practically told me to expect to be raped tonight.”

“No, I haven”t touched her that way! And, - yes, I”m so horny I almost can”t stand it! Margaux, I was just trying to move our relationship a little further on. Given this crisis, - well, I thought we should comfort each other.”

“So you haven”t used her?”

Aaron felt Margaux”s muscles tighten even further at the question. “No, I swear! In fact, since she”d actually enjoy giving me a blowjob, I”ve given her a real punishment, - she”s back there having to suck off every naked girl on the bus.”

“Really?” Margaux asked.

Her muscles began to loosen under his fingertips. Aaron grinned behind her. “Yeah, you shoulda seen that lawyer bitch Lacey wrap her legs around Janella”s head. I”m not sure how she escaped to get onto the next girl”s pussy.”

“Well, - good,” Margaux purred under his touch, now much more relaxed. She continued driving silently for a while before asking, “So, - we all assume now that her price for not being left behind was to be your slave girl?”

“Margaux, it was her idea. I swear; I fully intended to leave her behind, she certainly deserved it.”

“You know,” Margaux said carefully, “if the stupid cunt is your slave, - well, it”d be alright with me if you used her now and then as long as there was no emotional attachment.”

By this time, Aaron”s gently rubbing fingers had loosened Margaux”s top couple of buttons and slipped inside to caress her smooth creamy shoulders and the space just above the lacy half-cups that scooped her breasts gently upward. At her comment about her former friend, Aaron froze, scandalized once again at his hopefully-girlfriend-to-be”s thinking processes. Aaron sputtered, “Bbbut you”re an ATHENA member, - you protest against slavery and you conspired to free women.”

Margaux nodded her head. “Yeah, that”s all true. But my own personal philosophy is to use my limited resources to keep more women from being enslaved rather than focusing on the nearly impossible task of freeing ones that have either volunteered or been duped into slavery.”

Distracted by her inane commentary, Aaron had let his blindly questing fingers slip down onto the soft milky flesh of her breasts themselves. Just as he realized his danger, Aaron”s befuddled senses detected two very stiff nipples just at his fingertips. Before he could retreat back to safer terrain, Margaux stiffened once again and angrily shrugged her shoulders.

“Stop!” she insisted. “This is not when you should be taking advantage of me!”

Chastised at her rebuke, Aaron stayed chatting with the pretty graduate student only long enough to try and restore some of his shattered self-confidence before he moved back toward his seat. Thankfully, Carmella, Hillary, Kathrine, and Tania were napping in their front row seats. “Hope they didn”t see that,” Aaron told himself. “When we stop in New Mexico and get these girls taken care of for the night, I intend to have a long chat with her. I am determined to take this relationship to the next level. Virgin or not, she is going to have to loosen up.”

Aaron paused at his row of seats. He could barely see twenty-two-year-old Sofia in the dark interior of the bus. When she drew her unbuttoned blouse wide open, her naked breasts and legs gleamed enticingly in the gloom. She smiled and whispered, “Sit back down with your pants down around your ankles. I”ll slip over to your seat.”

Not having the slightest twinge of guilt at cheating on Margaux with one of her friends, Aaron eagerly complied. The slim black-haired woman seemed to flow across the aisle and her naked legs spread wide to slip on either side of his. Aaron simply stopped thinking as her hot, wet mouth covered his and he became the recipient of a very thorough kissing. Even without looking, once Sofia unbuttoned his shirt, he knew when her spiky nipples made contact with his chest. She ground herself against him and Aaron couldn”t help but moan.

Sharp teeth nipped at his earlobe. “Hush,” she demanded. “I”ve been wanting to do this for months and I won”t have you ruin it by waking up Margaux”s friends.”

Aaron leaned back and gasped silently when one of Sofia”s hands grabbed his stiff cock and aimed it between her slick labia. She set her hands on his shoulder, raised her legs, and used her own body weight to impale herself on his dry prick, forcing him slowly and inexorably into her sex.

“Ahhh,” he breathed inwardly at the pleasure / pain of their first coupling.

Sofia grunted weakly and ground her hips in a slow, lazy circle.

Aaron felt a feather light touch as her pubic hair made contact with his. Then, the contact became a solid one as her weight settled firmly on his pubic bone. Sofia continued to lazily rotate her hips, stirring his dick around and around the increasingly slick walls of her cunt.

Undecided at their best final goal, Aaron”s hands were kept in motion as they first claimed trim, jiggly butt cheeks, then a long, smooth expanse of naked back under the unbuttoned blouse, and then a perky set of firm tits embellished with hard little nubbins of nipples. Aaron tried to buck upward in order to begin a thrusting motion. He was becoming needful of a more vigorous screwing. Sofia”s weight and the bucket seat conspired to leave her in control of their coupling.

“Faster,” he begged softly.

“Shhh,” she whispered, “this is just right. I want this to last and last. Ohhhhh, yeahhhh.”

Her chin dug into his neck and her hot breath blew raggedly against his ear. Aaron felt his cock stiffen even more at the sexy stimulation and a spreading feeling of cool dampness between his legs told of her arousal. But, he was becoming increasingly frustrated by his inability to fuck back energetically into this alluring woman. “I want to cum,” he growled into her ear.”

“No!” Sofia answered. “I told you. This might be our only chance and I want it to last. Behave, or I”ll get up and go back to my seat.”

Aaron groaned. “Pushed around by another conniving wench,” he thought with despair. Resigned to enjoy a long slow coupling instead of the wham-bam fuck he really craved at the moment, Aaron began to move in counterpoint to Sofia”s slow twirling. “Hmmm,” he groaned, “not bad.”

Sofia”s inner muscles spasmed tightly around him and her breathing increased. “One,” she moaned. “I”m going for a personal best. Five more to go.”

“Ohhhh,” Aaron moaned. “I can”t possibly last that long.”

Her hands were clenching his muscular chest just forward of his armpits. Her sharp fingernails dug deeply into his pectoral muscles and she hissed, “Oh, yes you will.”

Aaron tried to distract himself by wondering where his two brothers were at the moment. “Hank and Jonathon must be flying to Albuquerque by now. It”s important for them to scout out a safe, remote resting area just off Interstate Forty.” Sofia grunted and froze momentarily in place.

“Two?” whispered Aaron hopefully.

“Hesss,” was her garbled reply. “Four more. Ohhhh, Holy Athena this is so fine!”

Aaron had let his hands slip down over her hips and he once again bucked upward. The move jarred the base of his cock against her cunt hole and she quivered above him.

“Yessss, cowboy, - fuck your little filly.”

Sweat was pouring off Aaron from the exertion of trying to fuck upward as Sofia lost more and more control of her rigid fucking motion. “Filly?” he thought. “What kind of dreams does Sofia have?”

Contractions rippled through Sofia”s abdomen and she gasped, “Two, - two more to go.”

Janella”s Penalty; Finally on the Road

“Bye, Mom, - love you,” Janella whispered before snapping her cell phone shut. She turned back to face Aaron and froze at his expression. “Look, Aaron, - I, - .”

“Shut up!”

Janella watched in horror as her friend undid his belt and yanked it free of his jeans with a long upward movement of his arm. To her mind, the move was reminiscent of an executioner drawing the sword he would use to behead her, the doomed victim. “Nnno, - I”m sorry, - sorry I didn”t get rid of my phone. Look! Here it is, - you can have it!”

Aaron ignored the offered cell phone. “Strip!” was his simple command.

“Huh? Eiiii!” Janella shrieked as his long, heavy western-style belt snapped forward and connected behind her butt with a sharp swat.

“Strip! Or I”ll keep hitting you.”

Janella shivered, not in fear of showing her body but because of the fierce look on Aaron Fleming”s face. A self-avowed slut, she was no stranger to baring her body to men. But, under threat of punishment, her fingers began fumbling their way down the front of her blouse, having a difficult time clearing the buttons. The belt lashed forward again, landing squarely on the back of her left shoulder. The pain drew her down to her knees. She fought back screams of pain and yanked her blouse open, exposing her lacy white bra.

“Ppplease,” she whispered beseechingly, “I can give you the world”s greatest blowjob, - let that be my punishment.” The belt flickered forward again and the tip swung across her left bra cup at such speed that it snapped loudly. The impact against her fleshy orb dumped her backward where she landed badly on her ass but at least she succeeded in simultaneously popping her bra open, breaking the center-front latch. Scared and in pain, she immediately unzipped her jeans and began to wriggle them down her hips. The move took her black panties along with the coarse jeans material, exposing her shapely hips and her groomed pubic hair above her sex.

Aaron watched the young woman writhing on the lawn, sweating from the exertion of trying to strip as quickly as possible. She”d forgotten her shoes and was now curled up trying to get them off while her jeans were already scrunched down around her lower calves. At just the moment her contortions spun her ass crevice toward him, Aaron snapped his arm forward with all the wiry strength in his six-foot-three-inch frame. The heavy leather strap struck home, dead center on the plump sex lips between her legs.

“Eiiiiiii!” Janella shrieked and exploded in a series of wild contortions in a vain attempt to escape the pain burning out of control between her legs. When she recovered her senses from the cruel blow, cold steel encircled her neck and a glittering length of chain connected her to a nearby tree trunk. She gasped and lurched to her hands and knees. “Aaron,” she croaked through her strained vocal cords, “what are you doing.”

Aaron paused in his movement away from a freshly broken basement window. “I just used your clothes to help break a basement window. Your clothes will burn with the house.” He briefly studied her crouching form and added in an even tone, “Better hide on the other side of the tree, - use it to shield you from the hot flames. I”m sure you”ll be a delightful find when the firemen, rescue workers, and police arrive.” He started walking again passing her on the way to the bus.

Janella lunged toward him only to be brought to an abrupt halt when the choke collar slithered tight around her throat when yanked by the other end of the coffle chain anchored securely around the tree trunk. She sank to the ground and gasped, “Nnno, - ppplease, - you can”t leave me.”

“Want to bet,” Aaron answered coldly. “Your disregard for my order to give up cell phones could have given the police a way to track us as we left in the bus. No, - you stay.”

“Tthey, - they will torture me! Kill me!”

“Yep!”

“Aaron!” she screamed, “Mercy! They”ll learn your plans from me!”

“First time you”ve thought of others tonight,” Aaron sneered. He swung an arm in a circular motion and added, “All I have to do is change the direction we travel. I can easily adjust our plans. Goodbye!” Aaron left Janella and strode the twenty or so feet to the bus luggage compartment. He flung his almost empty bags of slave gear inside and slammed the compartment downward with a bang.

“Wait!” Janella howled. “I”ll do anything for you! You can have me however you want! I”ll be your slut, - your whore.”

Interested, Aaron turned toward the woman. Despite her disheveled condition, the twenty-two-year-old was still beautiful. Even with her slim form covered in grass stains and muddy filth, her hair in tatters, and her face puffy with tears and wild with fear, - Janella Lucatero was a beautiful catch. “I could use a maid,” Aaron answered coldly.

“Yyes, - I could be your maid,” Janella blubbered.

“A, - personal, - French, - Maid,” Aaron added in a measured tone.

Janella nodded and responded eagerly, “Ohhh, yesss! Please, I”ll be your French Maid if you want!”

Aaron”s voice hardened, “Yes, - but, will you commit yourself to do whatever I command, … be my personal maid, - my sexy doll to clothe as I wish, - my sex toy to use as I wish, - my, - my slave?”

Janella finally realized what Aaron was asking of her. It took only a brief moment of anguish to decide she had no alternative. She swallowed and then spoke in a clear voice, “Get me out of here, Mmaster, - I”ll be yours to command, - forever.”

“I live on a ranch,” Aaron added flatly. “I”ll collar you, - mark you, - brand you as my property. Your girlfriends will know you”re my slave and personal slut.”

Janella knelt down and whispered back, “Anything, - just get me out of here.”

When Aaron boarded the bus, Margaux gave him another of her displeased looks. “What”s the skanky whore doing here?”

Aaron didn”t know what to say. “I thought she was your friend. You don”t mind that she”s naked or that I whipped her?” he asked in wonderment.

“No!” Margaux answered coldly. “I mind that you brought her on the bus. This is an emergency and you wasted valuable minutes deciding to bring her with us. You”re too soft, Aaron, - she made her choice, - you should have left her.”

Mystified once again at how difficult it was to understand women, Aaron yanked on the coffle chain, drawing Janelle onto the bus. Margaux continued to give Aaron and Janella frosty glares as they passed. Carmella and Hillary were already seated comfortably in the first set of bucket seats behind Margaux, the driver. Kathrine and Tania were in the opposite set of seats. All four of these girls also gave Aaron frosty stares and positively glared at Janella.

Behind them, on one side of the second row of seats were Sofia and Jennifer. Jennifer was still naked, gagged, and bound, in the outside seat and Sofia was on the inner, aisle seat. The two seats across the central isle from them were left vacant for Aaron and Janella. Aaron paused in the aisle and ran his gaze across row after row of nakedly cowering sorority girls and their foolish comrades that had joined in the doomed effort to end slavery. Naked girls were even arrayed tightly in the aisle.

Closest to their row, ex-sorority girls Mrs. Buffy Bryant and Mrs. Flora Hatherly glared angrily at him. The look was somewhat muted by the bovine-like look of their faces from the big ballgags and the retaining straps around their heads. Across the aisle, their daughters Arlene Bryant and Codi Hatherly wore more resigned looks on their faces. Their hands were bound on their front sides and they”d covered themselves with a comforter.

Aaron pushed Janella down to the floor onto her knees in front of the window seat. Wearily, he lowered himself into the aisle seat. He leaned down to Janella and whispered, “Don”t say a fucking word this entire trip unless I tell you to. By the way, - your friends sure have given you the cold shoulder.”

Margaux smoothly started the bus. Her friends gave quiet cheers. Margaux pulled out of the alleyway and made a perfect turn onto the street. “Can”t believe she can drive a bus,” Aaron thought with wonder.

The interior of the bus quickly became very dark as they left town and began to drive through the darkened rural fields. The overcast sky added to the darkness by hiding the stars and the cheerful light they would have provided.

“I can see the glow behind us from Phi Beta Phi burning,” Margaux observed quietly.

Aaron twisted in his seat, but couldn”t see out the darkly tinted back window. “Well, at least that will deflect attention from our departure,” he called forward to Margaux. “Melisa and Debbie should have no trouble leaving the county.”

The bus grew quiet as everyone, ATHENA and the other girls, began to contemplate the drastic change that just occurred in their lives. More than one girl behind Aaron began to sob through her gag.

“Hey,” Camella yelled back, “no more student loans hanging over our heads! Now we don”t have to worry about missing any payments after graduation.”

That thought cued Aaron into thinking about the lending policies of banks and other lending institutions with respect to loans to adult females. “They often enslave the defaulting female,” he thought. “Given their short-term greed, they often end up losing on the deal; the loan often exceeded the simple value of a slave girl.”

As the bus swayed gently going down the rural road, Aaron continued to follow that train of thought. “Camella, how many of the Phi Beta Phi girls have student loans?”

“Almost all of us,” she answered. “About half our parents pay for everything like tuition, room, board, and all our fees and dues. Even so, we are so much at risk of enslavement that we use the loans to squirrel away a little cash for emergencies.”

Hillary chimed in, “Yeah, - it”s kind of a waste though, - I bet almost none of us dipped into those hidden savings before we got away tonight.”

“Do you girls borrow money from lots of different lenders?”

“No!” Tania responded immediately. “Our sorority gets a great deal from Kansas Cattlemen”s Trust. The loans are interest free until six months after we graduate or leave school.”

“We get such a good deal because Margeret sweet talked her husband into creating the loans especially for our sorority,” Kathrine added. “He not only runs the bank, he is like some kind of big shot on the board of directors or something.”

Inwardly, Aaron groaned. “Mrs. Grant”s husband holds their loan notes.” He cringed at the implications. “He”s not only going to be mad as hell that his wife is missing, - but with about forty default loans, an organization like Kansas Cattlemen”s Trust will not only get judicial warrants of enslavement for everyone, that”s a given, but they”ll inform bounty hunters about a reward for finding the girls?” Aaron thought long and hard about the complication that added to the equation. “It was bad enough that these idiots will be marked as terrorists. Sure, - there”ll be a big reward for that too. Holy naked cretins!”

For the very first time, Aaron thought long and hard about the wisdom of simply capitalizing on having “captured the terrorists”. “I”d be rich and famous,” he thought. “Plus, Mr. Grant might even hire his own contract killers to hunt us down.”

They were all the way to Highway Fifty-four before he made up his mind. “I promised,” he told himself. “I assumed certain risks when I vowed to get them to safety. Besides, we”re almost out of Kansas. This might even work.

Chained Sorority and Ex-Resistance Girls

“Whew!” Aaron groaned as he sunk down into a hard-backed kitchen chair. He was soaked with sweat and physically wrung out from carrying bag after bag of clothing and purses outside and then stuffing them into the luggage stowage area under the bus.

“You have no freaking idea of how many bags were down there!” he complained to Debbie Charnauf. He neglected to mention that each and every purse he”d found had been carefully searched for cash and cell phones. The sheer number of bills had finally exceeded the limited space he had in his front pockets. Ultimately, he”d dumped the contents of a small travel bag for the money and a much larger duffle bag for all the wallets he”d removed from the women”s purses.

Aaron turned to Debbie, got distracted momentarily by her impressive cleavage and keenly observed, “You”re blonde.”

Uncertain where he was going with the conversation, Debbie just looked quizzically back at him.

“That”s funny because your friend Melisa Robeson is a blonde too.”

Debbie lost her look of friendliness and she frostily replied, “Are you trying to make some sort of statement about how all three of ATHENA Cell”s blondes have big tits?”

Aaron blinked in confusion. “Uhhh, - no, - Debbie, I was trying to figure out which of you girls could temporarily impersonate the two blonde legacy kids that we swept up in this little fiasco. You, Melisa, and Jennifer are the only three blondes in your group and Jennifer is in no shape to do much of anything.”

This time Debbie blinked. “Ahhh, - Aaron,” she finally responded hesitantly, “if you haven”t noticed, not only are they only eighteen, but they are slim petite tennis players.” She sighed and brought her hands up under her prodigious breasts. “See!” she added somewhat petulantly.

Aaron threw two wallets down on the table along with two cell phones and a set of car keys. “Debbie, all a cop will care about is the wiggle in your breasts once he does a cursory check to be sure the photo ID has a blonde-headed girl in it. So, - you”re nominated for the job,” he declared. “You pick one girl to impersonate, Arlene Bryant or Codi Hatherly. Grab Melisa when she comes upstairs and give her the other wallet. Strip all your identification out of your purses, - I”ll hold that stuff for you.”

“Nobody will be searching for the two girls, their mother, or their car until at least the end of the weekend,” he continued. “You”ll be safe enough using their car and the girls” identification.”

“What are we supposed to do?” she asked with more than a little trepidation.

Aaron grinned, “When the bus leaves, you two stay behind for about ten minutes. Before I go, I”ll spread about twenty gallons of diesel fuel from my rental farm house throughout the house. One of you will throw a lit newspaper torch through a basement window to start a roaring fire; it”ll burn down the sorority house and hide some of the evidence. Then, you two carefully drive east and then northeast toward Topeka. In the front seat of the car are bags of cell phones from all the girls not in ATHENA. At Newton, Florence, Emporia, Harveyville, and Topeka throw out a bag of cell phones somewhere off the main road. Given that the phones are still turned on, I hope that the authorities will have no choice but to follow your false trail to the north and east, drawing attention away from our bus” route. Plus, when they add up all the names of the cell phone owners, there won”t be a single ATHENA girl on the list. That might help you girls.”

“Hhow, - how do we find you, Aaron?” Debbie asked worriedly. “Where are you going?”

Aaron held up two other cell phones. “No problem, I”ll just call from one of the MILF phones. You”ll probably be at least four hours behind us. I”ll give you the route later, - just in case.”

“MILF? Just in case?”

Aaron flushed red with embarrassment. “MILF, - it”s slang for Mothers I”d like to Fuck, - well, it”s a guy thing. As to the just in case, - well, - you”ll only get caught if you panic and do something boneheaded.”

Debbie frowned.

“Hey! You gotta admit that for a thirty-nine-year-old, Buffy is still a hot piece of ass and Flora is equally nice at forty.”

“And, - they are all blondes with big tits,” Debbie observed dryly. “Hey, I thought you were trying to work something with Margaux?”

Aaron sighed. “Yes, of course I am. But since she”s been more than a little unpredictable and prickly about physical contact, - and today was kinda awkward. Besides, you can”t blame me for looking at other girls, especially with a house full of naked ones.”

Margaux chose that particular uncomfortable moment to enter the kitchen. “We”re ready to go!” She announced gaily. “We”ve got forty-two more girls chained up in six coffles downstairs and they”re all ready to go. About half are Phi Beta Phi and the other half came because of their connection to New Underground Railroad protest cells like ours.”

Aaron goggled at the number of girls. “Forty-two, - ohhhh boy! We”ve got a single executive coach outside.” He sighed. “It seats sixty, but we will stack them in close.”

Debbie interjected, “Margaux, you gotta strip them naked and let them do their toilet business in the back yard before we leave. I”ve spread comforters and towels on every seat.”

Margaux grinned, “Well, - they”re already naked. Some of them tried to fight back, - it was a little late after we got everyone sorted out on coffle chains. I figured that was my own little revenge for them getting ready to sell us out. As for the bathroom break, - I didn”t think of that. We”ll start bringing them up in just a minute.”

Margaux left and Debbie winked at Aaron. “My advice is to try and nail her tonight on the bus. I bet she gives in and finally lets you sample her pussy.”

Aaron gawked at Debbie. “What makes you think we haven”t fucked already?”

“Guys are so clueless,” Debbie responded with a laugh as she walked out carrying the cell phones, wallets, and keys. “You gotta learn that we women talk about everything, - and I mean everything. I”m going to check out the MILF”s car.” Debbie was still laughing as the door closed behind her.

Aaron headed downstairs expecting to find chaos. On the staircase, Aaron moved out of the way as brunette Carmella Henriksen, the student and waitress led a coffle chain of very depressed looking women. Each followed obediently, eyes downcast and blushing furiously as they passed. Aaron felt his libido kick in again as the seven pairs of various sized breasts twitched from shuffling up the steps. “Life is good,” he told himself.

Hillary Brunn, the horse riding twenty-four-year-old that Aaron privately described as an airhead, held the rear of the coffle chain. She looked focused and determined.

By the time Aaron got to the area outside the meeting room, Janella Lucatero the self-avowed sorority house slut and blowjob queen was briskly leading the next coffle of seven young women out to the back yard.

Twenty-two-year-old gymnast Kathrine Parrino was widely grinning as she took up the slack at the rear of the coffle.

Inside the meeting room, shreds of clothing were scattered everywhere. It looked as though cloth confetti had been blown about by a tornado. The real surprise was the quiet and orderly manner in which the remaining twenty-eight women stood in the four remaining chain coffles.

The chubby brunette, Tania Zalenski, held one coffle and her friend Melisa Robeson, the other big-breasted blonde that was to assist Debbie in disposing of the cell phones held the adjacent coffle. Behind the two girls, a total of fourteen young girls stood obediently. Aaron observed that at least three or four of the girls were softly sobbing. Uniformly gagged, not a single captive in the room attempted to communicate.

Margaux Blondet, Aaron”s black-haired friend and leader of the now defunct ATHENA Cell, held a lead chain also. She grinned happily as she passed Aaron and quickly kissed his cheek. “Thanks, Aaron. You”ve been a live saver.”

Aaron was still glowing at the first hint of praise from Margaux since the evenings disaster had started when slim Sofia Wickline sashayed by holding the end of the chain. She winked and whispered something about, “I owe you, - whatever you want, - thanks.” Her quiet husky voice made Aaron hesitant about believing that the black-haired wench had just offered him her services.

“Women,” he whispered. Then, he stared at the final coffle. All seven fully naked women knelt with their faces directly focused on their knees. “Nobody is even holding their chain,” Aaron wondered. “What on earth did Margaux do to cow these women so much?”

Shaking his head in wonder, Aaron grabbed his almost empty bags of chains, choke collars, gags, and locks. Leaving the clearly capable ATHENA girls to handle moving the captives upstairs, Aaron left hurriedly on Sofia”s trail. He stared at her twitching ass while she undulated her way up the stairs, trying to build a mental image of the slim woman on her knees with her black hair in his hand while she bobbled her skull onto his cock. “Hmmmm,” he moaned.

Sofia turned at his quiet comment and took it for one of appreciation. “Anytime,” she mouthed back at him.

Debbie met him at the back door. “The car has a full tank of gas and the wallets have almost two hundred dollars in cash. Thanks for making sure there was cash for gas and food, - I”d hate to use their credit or debit cards.”

Aaron nodded and Debbie continued, “I”ve got a quick count on the girls going on the bus. Let”s see, - ”

“First, there are the ten girls from ATHENA, - Jennifer is of course chained up in the first seat of the bus.”

“Next is the First Coffle Chain with eight girls; Cyndi Lynn (Executive Board President), Summer Fox (House Mother), Annabelle Palazzolo (Sorority President), Dollie Winders (Sorority Vice President), Penelope Straw (Sorority Treasureer), Sandy Clarke (Sorority Advisor), Margeret Grant (Sorority Advisor), and Lacey Reed (Chapter Legal Advisor).”

“Next is the Second Coffle Chain with seven girls: Elise Cloquet (pledge), Loraine Gander (pledge), Saundra Rowlands (pledge), Coralee Scott (Sorority PR Officer), Fawn Baker (Historian), Randi Handyside (Sergeant-at-Arms), Jamie Roland (Scholarship Chairperson).”

“Ok, the next coffle is the Third Coffle Chain with only four girls; Arlene Bryant (legacy daughter), Buffy Bryant (MILF mother), Codi Hatherly (legacy daughter), Flora Hatherly (MILF mother).”

“Then, there are the six coffles from downstairs with a total of forty-two girls. I don”t have their names or status with the sorority yet; the girls will work on that while the bus is getting them out of here.”

“If we remove Melisa and myself from the list since we”re driving, - well, - that means there are, - sixty-nine girls, - whoa, sixty-nine, - whatta number!” Debbie looked Aaron directly in the eye and whispered forcefully, “If you can”t score tonight, then you better go join a monastery!”

The seven ATHENA girls going on the bus gathered around for final instructions. “Girls,” Aaron said after making sure that Debbie and Melisa weren”t within earshot, “we”re heading due west out of town on Fourth Avenue. Beyond my place, we head south to Highway Fifty where we begin moving southwest. We eventually get onto Highway Fifty-four which crosses Kansas, Oklahoma, Texas, and ends up on Interstate Forty in New Mexico. That”s all you need to know for now.”

The girls nodded. Margaux spoke up, “I”m going to take the first shift driving.”

Dumbfounded, Aaron simply nodded. “I”m not even going to ask if she can drive a big freaking bus,” he complained to himself.

Just then, a cell phone started ringing. Six of the girls and Aaron cast about trying to discover who had broken the rules and kept one of their personal phones.

Janella Lucatero weakly held up a ringing phone. “I was waiting for mom to call and wish me a happy birthday. If I didn”t answer, she”d have been frantic, - maybe calling someone here in town for help finding me.”

“Janella, talk to your mom! Girls,” Aaron ordered in a quiet but very frosty tone, “get on the bus and get it ready to go - Janella and I will meet you there in about three minutes.”

Second Coffle

Outside, Aaron reviewed what his next chore would be. “I can handle the three hogtied pledges in the kitchen without Margaux”s help. But, - hmmm, - the greeting committee was a tough nut for them to crack, - better get a little help to make the task easier.”

The help Aaron was talking about was something he”d purchased along with the shotguns. Aaron had purchased a single taser rated at 1.76 joule. Unlike the distance models that fired two needle-tipped darts that could penetrate two inches of clothing at twenty-one feet, this was the relatively simple contact-type taser with two buzzing electrodes that could easily incapacitate even the strongest man.

In the kitchen, black-haired Elise Cloquet, blonde Loraine Gander, and the slim blonde Saundra Rowlands were quickly arranged parallel on the floor. The young pledges didn”t struggle knowing that they were being rescued. It was a matter of only moments of work to get the three on the second coffle chain with Elise in the lead. Manhandling the blonde goddess, Loraine, made Aaron glad that he”d just taken his relief with the six bitches from upstairs.

“Although,” he thought merrily, “if this next coffle makes me too horny, I can revisit those same six, - maybe this time I”ll try out their mouths.” With that happy thought for a mental picture, he was able to slice off Elise, Loraine, and Saundra”s clothing without too much distraction. Saundra was almost without curves, possessing an almost boyish figure. She blushed furiously when her tiny, bee-sting tits were exposed.

“They”re actually quite nice,” Aaron whispered in her ear while his fingers danced softly over her nipples and the puffy bit of flesh around them. He leaned down and flicked his tongue across her nipples. Saundra”s moan of appreciation and the way her chest thrust up toward his mouth confirmed that her tits were as sensitive as they were tiny.

He quickly sorted the girl”s things; their ruined clothing went into a kitchen garbage bag, their cell phones into a grocery store plastic bag, their cash into his pocket to join the growing pile of bills wadded up there, and their purses were set atop their suitcases.

“Naked!” exclaimed Debbie Charnauf as she stuck her head in the kitchen on one of her security rounds. “Aaron, why are they naked?”

Frustrated at the interruption, Aaron tried to stay pleasant with Debbie. “Especially since she has such huge hooters,” Aaron”s libido broke in with a mental observation. He shook his head to focus and replied, “Several things, - but first and foremost, we”ll be driving a long way tonight and if they have accidents, we want them pissing on old towels and bedspreads.” He grinned at Debbie as he thought of a task for her. “That reminds me, as you wander around, gather up all the towels, bedspreads, and comforters you can find. If I”m here on the ground floor, you can begin ferrying that stuff out to put on each seat in the bus.”

That task delegated, helped the pledges rise on onto their feet. Once again, Aaron was able to drink in each one”s different kind of beauty as he briefly touched them. Saundra leaned hard against him and blatantly rubbed her slim form against him. Aaron couldn”t help but wrap one of his big hands around her slim butt cheek. “Hmmmm,” he groaned into her ear, “You have a nice ass too.”

“Each of you remain kneeling. There are four more girls for your chain. Let”s see, - that”s Coralee, Fawn, Randi, and Jamie.”

As Aaron said, the next girl added to the coffle was to be the pre-law student with such a prickly manner. “Coralee Scott,” he whispered, “this is one time when I will not tolerate argument. You will obey!” With that short pronouncement, he triggered the taser he”d hidden in one hand. Her jerking, quivering frame told him that the short burst he”d fired had its effect. Working quickly, Aaron attached a choke collar, padlocked her to the coffle chain, and added a hobble chain as well just to be on the safe side with this unpredictable woman. She was starting to recover as he cut the hogtie and her ankle tie. Now naked, she glared angrily over her gag but there was nothing she could do.

Fawn, the well-liked Historian, made no fuss at all. “Hank, hew!” was her comment as Aaron helped her to a kneeling position on the coffle next to the still disoriented Coralee. The studious Historian was also a mouth-watering sight in her naked glory. Aaron was already deciding that he much appreciated a woman that had to remain quiet. “Gags are kinda nice,” was his thought.

He frowned at the next girl. She was the reason for bringing in the tasers. The muscular Randi Handiside glared at him with a fury that he knew she wanted to translate into painful violence. “Randi,” he said flatly, “like Coralee, you better get with the program. Annabelle Palazzolo”s plan is out the window. We are making a run for it before you”re each enslaved.” Without further ado, he jammed the taser straight into her torso. Randi”s eyes widened in terror as her brain tracked the taser”s path toward her chest.

Totally subdued, Randi was added to the coffle. She had also earned the added precaution of a hobble chain. The last to join the coffle chain was the popular brunette and Scholarship Chairperson, Jamie Roland. Like Fawn, Jamie did not resist and did her best to thank Aaron as she was added kneeling to the end of the slave chain. Aaron paused for long seconds to drink in the sight of the naked brunette wearing glasses. Jamie blushed at the attention but did not divert her eyes. “Hank, hew!” she mumbled boldly through her gag.

“She”s almost daring me to touch her,” was Aaron”s amazed thought. “I”ll never figure out women. Here she”s naked, bound and gagged, and still thinking of getting my attention. Wow! If Margaux keeps giving me the cold shoulder, I”ve got several willing partners to take her place. Hmmm, - the possibilities.”

The girls and women for the third chain were still in the Library. “I already told you that you”ve stumbled into something that will take some time to sort out,” Aaron told them conversationally as he laid out a length of chain on the wood floor. “It”s necessary to keep you under control until you can be released, - hence the chain, your bondage, and the gags.”

All four blondes stared at him with a wide-eyed horror that would normally have influenced Aaron to let them loose. He steeled himself for the task ahead and just gruffly said, “Really, - it”s necessary.”

The four females on the third coffle chain were left fully clothed and laid out on their bellies; hands tied behind their backs and ankles tied until they were ready to be loaded onto the bus. Nonetheless, they each were attached to the cold steel of the glistening slave chain by padlocks that held taut choke collars to their necks. Aaron removed the two girl”s wallets and cell phones from their purses. Everything else went into a separate bag. “I”ll keep their stuff separate from the other girls,” he thought.

A Pleasant Interlude

On the ground floor, Debbie Charnauf passed him while he was carrying Cyndi to the kitchen. She grinned and whispered, “I understand there”s six more exactly like that upstairs.” She continued toward the front door. “It”s like a bondage and fetish convention up there,” she threw over her shoulder, “pure hotness.”

“Six more, - like this, - ohhh, my God!”

Aaron grabbed a twenty-foot coffle chain, eight choke collars, and eight padlocks. “Glad I had the foresight to buy the master key,” Aaron thought. “All the individual keys are packed away out of sight leaving me the only one who can release any of these locks. No need to worry about accidental, or intentional, releases.”

Six feet back from one end of the coffle chain, Aaron locked the chain a choke collar, holding it taut around Cyndi”s slim throat. Since the thirty-three-year-old Executive Board President seemed to be zoning out, Aaron gave her a couple of soft slaps across her cheeks. “Pay attention and follow obediently,” he commanded harshly. He pulled his pocket knife out with one hand and flicked it open in a move practiced thousands of times. He laid the razor sharp edge across Cyndi”s cheek and reminded her, “You are the lead girl on a slave coffle chain. You will follow all commands; obedience means you live; disobey at your extreme peril. When we leave the house, you will get leg hobbles.”

Aaron felt a little better after bullying the woman that planned to throw his friends to the wolves.

The razor-sharp blade of his pocket knife sliced easily through the tough nylon tie that completed the hogtie and then the one that secured her ankles together. He checked the zip-tie over her wrists and made sure that it was still secure. Then, he flicked the blade closed. With a resounding slap on her shapely ass, Aaron told himself that she was ready. Cyndi was now bound by her wrists and held to the coffle chain by a tight choke collar around her neck.

He yanked the chain cruelly toward Summer Fox, the House Mother. She went into the number two position on the coffle chain. Summer”s torn gown threatened to slip down around her ankles, so Aaron simply removed it, along with her panties. Then, wasting no time, he hurried upstairs dragging the short coffle behind him. He”d decided that the three top-ranking sorority officers and their five adult advisors would be on one long coffle chain.

Even with the warning from big-boobed Debbie Charnauf, Aaron was simply unprepared for the sight he found in the Sorority House President”s suite. Six women arrayed in parallel were on the floor with their backs arched in uncomfortably contortions from being hogtied. The fact that three of the women were virtually naked while the other three had on long black dresses provided a visual contrast that got him fully aroused. “All for me,” was his silent, and gleeful, comment. The pile of discarded red panties was yet another major distraction.

Aaron knew frigid and aloof Annabelle, the short and busty Dollie, and cow-titted Penelope from his friendship with Margaux and her closest friends in what he now knew was their ATHENA Cell of the New Underground Railroad Network. He couldn”t help but lean down to caress Penelope”s amazing breasts. “I always thought these were perfection, - now I know it.” Her groan of protest heightened his desire. “I just wish you were lactating,” he added in a bit of mean teasing.

Gulping, Aaron resolved to focus on the tasks at hand and to get his satisfaction later. He tied off the end of the coffle to the room”s doorknob and gestured for Cyndi and Summer to kneel. Their instant compliance brought a smile to the rancher”s face. “Maybe this will work,” he thought.

The first choke collar went around Annabelle”s slim neck. She wriggled in anger when he pulled her hair aside to set the cold chain against her neck. Aaron calmly reached down and pinched her right nipple to teach her to obey. Her pretty body arched in response to the pain and Aaron got a chance to appreciate the flexing of her taut muscles. Dollie, Penelope, and the three adults that Aaron was not familiar with all were subsequently locked to the coffle. On by one, he cut them free of their hogtie and their bound ankles to set them kneeling in a row beside Cyndi and Summer. A few harsh words and some shockingly loud sounding slaps were all it took to get the six new women added to the coffle.

Aaron had immediately noticed Annabelle, Dollie, and Penelope”s newly attached ornamentation on their left teats. He also noticed the lump under the dresses of the three older women in an identical spot. Grinning at his find, he once again flicked out his pocket knife and cut through three sets of shoulder straps. One by one, he slowly rolled the formerly elegant black gowns down around the waists of Sandy, Margeret, and Lacey, all the way to their knees. The three older women”s nostrils flared as they hyperventilated in angry response to being forcibly stripped; Aaron couldn”t care less what they felt about being made almost fully naked. Finished, he played with each of the adult”s heavy breasts and then reluctantly removed the silver and gold jewelry from each of the six nipples. The jewelry went into a front pocket along with the six sexy sets of red lacy underwear.

Tania had left a bag with the girls” personal effects as well as several other bags that contained “escape” clothes and personal gear. Aaron pawed through them to see if the requirement for bringing cash applied to the leaders and adult advisors. Even a relative newcomer to Hutchinson, Aaron instantly recognized that Sandy Clarke was not only a realtor in her own right, but she was married to a rich and influential real estate broker. Her purse held a fat wad of bills held together by a rubber bank. “Ten thousand dollars! Wow, Sandy, - you are a generous advisor, aren”t you? Thanks for the donation to your “rescue”.”

Aaron lounged on the room”s couch and one by one, he went through the other purses and crammed the cash from his first eight victims into a pocket for later counting. He didn”t recognize the significance of Margeret Grant”s last name, but Lacy Reed earned a flat stare of anger when he saw her miniature set of law credentials. “You deserve special consideration,” Aaron observed coldly. “Female lawyers are a special pox upon the earth.”

Lacey moaned piteously at his comment.

Finished, he stared appreciatively at eight beautifully curved bodies, sixteen mouth-watering breasts, eight luscious naked snatches topped by a tiny swatch of hair, sixteen teary eyes that did well to convey their horror and terror, and eight ball-gagged mouths with uncontrollable streams of drool already dripping down from eight beautiful faces with mussed hair.

Resolved to reward himself now, Aaron commanded his set of eight slave girls to knee-walk to the couch. “Side-by-side,” he commanded, “quickly, - as tightly together as you can. Now, get your noses buried in the back seam of the couch cushions and those titties burrowing into the cushion. Keep those asses up, thighs tightly against the couch. End girls, get up on the arms of the couch. Let”s go! Hurry!”

Aaron started at black-haired Lacey”s perfectly rounded ass cheeks and appreciatively ran his fingertips around and then inside of her twat. Her twitches of protest were weakened by her vulnerable position. “A condom is mandatory with disease-ridden lawyer whores,” he told the softly sobbing Lacey. No foreplay was necessary with the tiny bit of lubrication already on the tip of the condom he slid one-handedly over his throbbing cock. He simply set the knob of his cock against her spayed open sex hole, - and pushed, - hard, - burying himself in one very satisfying push.

“Unghhh!” was the full-partner to a local law firm”s only vocal comment. Her pelvic muscles locked up hard in a vain attempt to try and deny him access. “Hoooooo,” was her long wail of distress.

The near-dry entry felt good. Lacey”s sobs as he took her were the perfect touch. After a dozen or so strokes into her loosening cunt, Aaron knee-walked to the next woman. Margeret had the largest butt with well sculpted thighs and a surprisingly tiny waist. Given that his rubber-covered dick was now dripping with forced lubrication from Lacey”s twat, he buried himself balls-deep in Margeret”s hot hole. “Nice tight pussy,” he complimented the brunette. Her ass and fleshy thighs rippled as he pounded against her for ten or twelve stokes. Then, it was on to the blonde real estate agent.

“Ahhhh,” was his groan of appreciation.

“Unghhhh,” was her drawn-out complaint.

“Eiiiiii,” was Aaron”s whispered response to the velvety feel of her hole.

The next three girls, Annabelle, Dollie, and Penelope, were especially satisfying to rape his way into. “Treachorous cunt,” was his groaned complaint as he bottomed out in Penelope. Like the other two Phi Beta Phi girls to follow, he cruelly twisted their sensitive nipples as he wriggled about in their vaginas. Each rape renewed his confidence.

Blonde Summer was the least satisfying. Her hole was noticeable loose compared to the other six women that he”d just dicked. Slim Cyndi, the brunette high school teacher was undoubtedly the tightest.

“Ahhhh,” Aaron sighed in happiness as he pushed into her hot sexual core. Pleased to have her last, Aaron began to pump into her with much more energy than he”d shown to the others. “Don”t, - have, - to, - worry, - about, - cumming, - with, - this, - last, - whore!” was his gasping commentary as he felt himself getting closer and closure to orgasm.

Finally, he collapsed forward against Cyndi Lynn”s body, his hips twitching involuntarily as he pumped his last few drops into the well-used condom. He was breathing hard from the exertion and felt very pleased. “Good job so far, bitches. Keep it up and you might live.

Aaron shouldered two bags of purses and clothing, untwisted the coffle lead from the doorknob, and harshly commanded, “Follow!” even as he was tugging Cyndi up onto her feet and away from the couch. Tottering and swaying from stiff muscles, the girls had no choice but to follow as Aaron took them downstairs through the kitchen and outside to the rear yard. As he looked back once up the stairway behind him, twin runnels of cum were dripping slowly from Cyndi”s puffy twat. “Marked like the whore you are,” he observed as he stared pointedly up the stairs to where Cyndi was shuffling along behind him.

“Pay attention!” he snarled theatrically. “You eight treacherous cunts belong to me now, body and soul! The rest of your girls are being taken to safety. Don”t even begin to hope that will be your fate! You should know that I am still very angry with you and that if you give me the slightest excuse, - you will regret it.”

Already in the backyard, he finished padlocking the end of the coffle around a good-sized tree and added, “This is your last bathroom break for at least eight hours so you better use the grass here for your final bathroom break in Kansas. Remember, - just imagine what happens if you fail to obey.”

The bags he”d carried down were thrown into the storage bin under the rented bus. Eight cell phones went into a plastic bag that he hung beside the bus door. He made sure that each was turned on and working.

He took his own cellphone out of his pocket. “Dad, it”s Aaron. Yeah, - thanks for the greetings from mom. Look, - I”m using a disposable phone that I just bought an hour ago, - yeah, it”s trouble all right, - but I think I can handle things as long as you let my brothers leave so they can help out. No, - I don”t need Uncle Aaron to help with this, although it”s in his line of work. It will mean an awful lot of houseguests at the ranch. You”ll need to have the hands clean out some of the bunk houses and stock up on food; for at least forty to fifty guests for the next few weeks. They”ll be paying their own way, in cash. Oh, - Hank and Jonathon need to fly to Albuquerque as soon as possible. Have them text this number and I”ll tell them what I need them each to do. Yeah, - thanks, - love you guys too.”

“Hi ho, hi ho, it”s back to work I go,” he thought with a grin, renewed from his quick round of sex and then getting things rolling with his family. Coming from a long line of ranchers, he knew his family could be counted on to drop everything and they had considerable resources with which to help him out. His grin froze on his face as it occurred to him as he crossed the dark backyard back to the sorority house that he”d still not gotten Margaux Blondet, his twenty-seven-year-old graduate student friend to show him increased affection. “Everything in its own time,” he thought philosophically.