Chapter 31 "Police Business"

"Ah, Mr Gabriel. How are you doing Sir?" said Mr Boggis. He waved Jenny, the school slave and part time secretary to the headmaster, away from the door after she had informed him that the millionaire and his business partner was on the phone. Jenny closed the door quietly and returned to her desk. She could hear faint whispers of the conversation.

"Really? . When did she escape? . The Police? . Oh dear. Yes I shall see to it right away. I'll call you after they have been. Goodbye."

Jenny heard the click as the phone returned to it's cradle. A few seconds passed.

"JENNY!" The slave jumped out of her seat and was already opening the door before the headmaster stood up. This is bad she thought. He only stands up and paces when something's wrong.

"Get John and Ivy here now. Urgently." Mr Boggis commanded.

"Yes Mr Boggis." Jenny closed the door and ran off to find the teacher and head porter.

Ivy gritted and strained to turned her wrist. As she did Samantha Basket groaned loudly. Ivy pushed forward with her whole body to sink her arm deeper into Samantha's ass. The splinter muscle was stretched to the limit and extremely raw. Ivy continued to push and grind away.

"Feel good now bitch?" Ivy questioned as she opened her fingers and using her nails scratched Sam's large intestine. Samantha screamed loudly and sobbed into her hands. She wasn't tied down on the table at all. A fitting tribute to the good work of the teachers at Hackmoores.

Jenny stuck her head in through the door. She quickly walked over to Ivy and whispered into her ear.

"Okay fine. I'll be there in a couple of minutes." Jenny nodded and left to find the head porter.

Ivy scanned the room and her gaze fell onto Jody. "Over here slut!"

Jody moved quickly and stood beside the teacher. Ivy yanked her arm out of Samantha's ass with a loud 'pop'. The she wiped off the feces by rubbing it all over Jody's breasts and stomach.

"Okay slut, in you go." Ivy nodded her head towards Samantha's ass. Jody hesitated. Ivy grabbed her around the throat. "When you're given an order you do it immediately. Immediately means right this fucking second. Do you understand?"

Jody nodded her head and Ivy let go of Jody's throat. Jody moved to stand behind her sister. She used her left hand to open the hole and slipped her hand in. Samantha moaned at the new intrusion.

Ivy grabbed a towel and wiped the remains off her forearm. As she was leaving she turned back to Jody.

"You are to fist her until I get back. And don't try to bullshit me. I'll know if you haven't done it properly. Now PUMP!"

Ivy left and Jody set to work.

Mr Boggis watched Ivy enter his office. She took a chair offered to her by the head porter. Jenny was kneeling behind John licking his ass. Ivy looked up at John for an explanation.

"She caught me in the bog. I didn't even bother to wipe so she's doing the job for me."

Ivy nodded and gave the headmaster a shy smile.

Mr Boggis cleared his throat. Always a signal when he had some important news to share.

"Okay. I've learnt from Mr Gabriel that Janice Winterbottom has escaped. Details are sketchy but apparently she's made it across country and to our local law enforcement. She has told them all about us and what we did to her. Apparently the cops are on their way here right now."

John was the first to comment, "Bitch!"

Ivy shook her head, "Fucking bitch!" she spat. "Guys, I don't have time to deal with her right now. I'm up to my eye balls with the Basket girls."

Mr Boggis turned to John, "Well John, how about you?"

Janice Winterbottom felt good. She didn't smile else it might give away the fact she wasn't hurt as much as what she made herself out to be. She wrapped the blanket more around her to keep herself warm not that she required heat but the comfort of it made her feel better.

The Police officers in the car stared straight ahead. The rookie drove the car, the Sheriff in the front passenger seat and his deputy rode in the back with Janice. They all had grim looks on their faces. The Sheriff in particular had a strong set jaw. Good she thought, he won't take any crap.

The car pulled into the school's driveway and Janice's heart skipped a beat when they arrived at the front door. Mr Boggis and the head porter were there to greet them.

The trio of men got out while Janice stayed in the car. She watched them as the moved slowly but surely towards to headmaster. Before they got close enough to talk the Sheriff turned back and asked the rookie to get Janice out of the car. Janice got out and wrapped the towel more tightly around her shoulders. She walked with the rookie closer to the group.

"Morning Sheriff. How may we be of service?"

"Morning Mr Boggis. This little lady here tells me that you and your school kidnapped her, tortured her and then sold her to a gentleman by the name of Mr Gabriel. Is this true Sir?"

The headmaster looked over to Janice. He stared right through her. "Yes Sheriff. That is the truth."

Janice balked at the straight out confession. Her eyes were wide and her mouth just hung open with disbelief.

"Well Mr Boggis. Do you realize the laws in this state?" the Sheriff continued.

"Yes Sheriff I do." the headmaster admitted.

Janice's mind was racing at a hundred miles an hour. She couldn't believe it would be so easy to catch the school. She would be famous in years to come. People will know her name and realized she busted the biggest slave ring ever. Janice however didn't even noticed that now both the rookie and the deputy were standing on either side of her.

"And Mr Boggis, do you realize the penalty for littering?"

Janice's mind snapped back to the present. "Littering?" she asked.

The Sheriff turned around to Janice and smiled. "Yes Miss. Littering. You are a slave and thus are property. If you escape you are classed as litter."

Janice froze. The instant she realized she was in trouble she tried to turn to run but the rookie and deputy grabbed her arms and held her fast.

Mr Boggis stepped forward, "My dear Janice. Do you think that this school could operate if we weren't good friends with our good law enforcement? I don't think so. John, can you please take Janice into the school. And can you make sure she'll never run away again."

Janice was picked up like a tissue and slung over John's shoulder. She tried to fight him but knew it was hopeless.

The Policemen and headmaster watched as Janice disappeared screaming and kicking her feet through the doorway. A few seconds later they heard a thump and Janice was quiet.

Mr Boggis turned back to the Sheriff. "Thank you Sheriff. I was a bit worried there for a second. I thought she might have tried to contact the police where she escaped."

"Doesn't matter if they did Mr Boggis. They're in on it too. Good day."

Mr Boggis watched the police car disappear back down the driveway.

He shook his head. "Silly woman." he muttered, turned and went back into the building.

The pain in Janice Winterbottom's ankles first woke her up. She shook her head to try and clear the cobwebs from her mind. She still couldn't believe the police just gave her nothing more than a ride back to where she first started. Her ankles ached. She tried to look back and that's when she noticed the collar was on her neck. The collar was tied down to the table. She rolled her eyes to try and work out where she was. No luck. She looked down and sighed. Once again she was naked. The pain in her ankles were really annoying her now.

A few minutes later a head popped into her vision.

"Hi there. My name is Nurse Luxe. I believe I should be saying welcome back." Nurse Luxe giggled at her little joke.

"Why do my ankles hurt!" demanded Janice.

"Simple honey, we cut your Achilles tendons in your ankles. You ain't going no where now. You know, you really shouldn't have tried to run away. That's so silly."

"Go to hell bitch!" spat the ex-model.

Nurse Luxe disappeared from view and came back with a small syringe. She swabbed Janice's arm, inserted the needle and pushed the contents in. The pain shot up through Janice's arm and she immediately screamed.

"You first . bitch." said the Nurse as she say the syringe on the tray.

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