We stopped at a cell occupied by two girls. Unlike the occupants of some of the other cells, these two wore clothes. The older woman was in her mid-thirties, with long brown hair and dark brown eyes. She was dressed in a fairly expensive female business suit complete with stockings and sensible pumps. She mumbled something into her gag and tried to move forward, but the steel collar around her neck stopped her

She had embezzled several million dollars in the past three years and he was able to prove it. He called her in and asked for an explanation -- apparently, she just laughed in his face. Told him not to be a stupid little boy, that they couldnt go to law because after Barrings and that Tokyo scandal any publicity would bring down the bank. She even threatened to go public herself if he pushed it. Then she handed him her resignation and just left, laughing at him as she went and taking Joanne with her." "So he hired you to get revenge.

When we were a few miles out from Docs, I pulled over and went around to the passenger side. Doc has a rule, one that all of his employees rigidly obey: no slave will ever know the exact location of his house. Which made perfect sense -- the man supplied girls all over the country, and once they left his place they were effectively out of his control. All it took was one slip with the brainwashing techniques, and a girl could get away and

At cunt level, the crotch strap had a small metal plate for various attachments. At the moment it was being used to hold a vibrating dildo deep in her twat. I hoped she liked it, because something, organic or otherwise, would fill her cunt every second of her time here. It was yet another of Docs training aids. He says it educates the slave that her natural condition is to have a cock inside her. He claims that after processing his slaves no longer feel comfortable without something in there.

I chose the house because the garage doors were open and it offered the quickest way to get the car under cover. Of course the fact it was near the edge of town helped, too. It was almost : am, one of the worst possible times, but getting the car to come even this far had taken all night. Id lucked out because the streets were still empty -- another couple of minutes and Id have been screwed. Realizing Id have to be quick, I drove into the garage. I turned around to the back seat. "JoJo, close the garage doors, then stay with Myra." "Yes Master.

Yeah, there was always a but. I glanced in the rear view mirror. The girls were curled around each other, more like kids than sex slaves. Part of me grudgingly accepted that Id be dead without these two, which made it difficult to off them. Besides, the bad guys had wanted them dead, and the last thing I wanted was to do those bozos any favors. One thing was clear. We had to get off the island. By then it was pretty late and the Manhattan shift had taken place; most businesses were

"Basket?" I was surprised. "Is she being punished?" "No, our little Kitten simply has a few more kinks than even we knew. Go get her and youll see." Doc keeps his slaves in hidden underground cells and dungeons. In fact, nothing to do with his illicit career exists above the surface. This means that if we got unlucky and the place was raided, it was unlikely to yield any clues. However, Kitten had been a problem -- a house slave has to wash, clean and look after her master. Which is all well and good, except that a sudden raid was likely to find her above ground.

JoJo happily complied -- fuck toys will respond to anyone with a commanding tone. I could only watch as she and her purse headed towards the couch. I noticed that Toby had positioned himself strategically to the right of his boss. The white guy who Id started to think of affectionately as "Ugg the Barbarian" stood near the door to backstage. Over by the renovations I caught another movement.

Imagine Richard Attenborough with a Texas tan and blue eyes that could do fairly well as laser scalpels. Thats Doc. As usual, he was in the living room, sitting in this massive brown leather chair that looked like it shouldve been in a mens club, with a journal of some kind open on his lap. From my position, I could see an upside-down graphic of a brain on one page. "You should put these in the refrigerator," I told him, handing over his cans. He blinked at me.

Then I smiled. I had intended to take photos, after all. Maybe I should shoot them both up with the rest of Docs will suppresser and have them act out a lesbian scene for me. Finally, I shook my head -- it was tempting, but all I really wanted to do was leave them alone and get out of here. I listened again to Beckys strangled moans and felt a rumble in my pants. Well, perhaps that wasnt all I wanted. Satisfied that the teenager was under control, I went downstairs. I recovered Sandra from the utility room by cutting the crotch rope and dragging the chair into the living room. I figured we might have callers soon and I wanted to change the message on the