41 comments/ 73417 views/ 5 favorites The Slave Trade By: Grey Eagle 286 Thomas Burke Rockwell III sat at his desk and watched the latitude and longitude change as he ran the cursor across the satellite picture of the area. He looked at the next coordinates for a corner of the property he was interested in. It was a 1244-acre parcel of land; it was planted in pine trees now. He wanted to determine how much pine was harvestable right now. He had only been using the satellite pictures for a few weeks and was just becoming proficient with it. It appeared that it would make his job much easier. Nancy, his wife had never understood exactly what he did but she knew he made good money. He wondered if she had gotten home from her trip to town this morning. She had said that she might stay in town for lunch with some friends. He rolled the track ball on his mouse and ran the cursor up the highway to his neighborhood. He followed the road off the highway and found his house. He looked at the time the picture was taken and saw it was only 5 minutes old. He saw his wife's white SUV in front of the garage. There was another vehicle there too. He cranked up the magnification and recognized their friend Alan's Pick-up truck Why was it there at 12:45 in the afternoon on a Thursday? He picked up the phone and rang his own house number. No answer. He tried Nancy's cell phone. She answered. She sounded out of breath. "Hi, how are ya doing. Your did shopping go, OK?" "OH! Hi dear, we are still at it. We'll be home in a while." "Hey, drive carefully. I feel you are safer in that big Escalade of yours, it's like a tank." "I feel safer too. See ya later." Tom sat there with a puzzled look on his face. He checked the time again on the screen for the date time group showing when the picture was taken. He picked a picture for the present time. His house was still in sight. The picture was from more of an angle but the two vehicles were both in sight. He switched to an older picture taken at 12:00. Both vehicles were there but the pick-up was partly in the street so it must have just been arriving. The picture was from lower on the other side. He zoomed in and copied the license plate numbers off both trucks. He knew that was the last usable picture until tomorrow because the satellite he was using was in polar orbit and not geosyncronous orbit. The satellite he was using passed overhead roughly every 23 hours and 56 minutes. It was over his position close to noon and that was when he got the best resolution with the least distortion. He looked off into space for a moment then he grabbed a Heartland America catalog from the wastebasket where he had thrown it. He searched trough it rapidly until he found what he was looking for. The Item was no. E3-87256, a Motorola home monitoring system. It consisted of two motion activated IR wireless cameras that capture both audio and video and relay that it to a receiver that connects to your PC (where it could be recorded.) or Internet equipped cell phone. This feature made it possible to monitor your house from anywhere in the world. The programmable cameras could be set to 'always on' for continual viewing or motion activated. It had a 250' range from the cameras to the PC. He picked up the phone and ordered one sent to his office by priority shipping. Not bad for $129.99 plus shipping. It would be there in two days. He opened a cupboard and found his little RCA voice activated digital recorder he used to record meetings and save them for later review. He dropped it in his brief case and returned to work. Work wasn't easy that day. He checked his house several more times. It was shortly before one o'clock when the truck disappeared from his drive. He was able to go back up to a year and review pictures. The resolution was not as good but it was good enough to see cars in his driveway. He went back to the previous Thursday and saw the truck there then too. It was never there except on Thursdays. He checked back for several months on Thursdays and the truck was there. Of ten Thursdays it was there on eight of them. He checked back on his daily calendar and one day it was missing was when he had been home after having minor surgery for the removal of three skin cancers. The other was when they were away on vacation. He thought about Nancy, could she be having an affair? He knew she was fond of his friend Alan Stroudt. They both were, but would she cheat on him? There had been times in the past that he had wondered about her. She had always been somewhat of a flirt and a tease with the guys. She had always enjoyed touching other men. When they were first married it had made him very jealous. He had asked her why she did it and told her it might give the man the wrong idea. She had laughed and said, "If I want to give a guy a signal I will just tell him what I want. I am just a touchy feely person. I like touching people. I don't mean anything by it. " "You mean that when you do it to me you don't mean it, that it's not a sign of your love and affection?" "Of course it is. What I do to you is different." "Not that I can see. Anyway it makes me uncomfortable. I don't see any reason a married woman should flirt with another man anyway." He thought back and he had noticed she had stopped touching other men. At least when he was around anyway. He recalled that since Alan had gotten his divorce from Alice, he had stayed pretty far from Nancy at parties and other occasions. What possible innocent reason would he have for being at his house every Thursday at noon? What was significant about Thursday with Nancy or himself? He could think of nothing except that Thursday was payday at his office. He always paid everyone at noon on Thursday. He never went home at noon on Thursday because by the time everyone got their checks it was usually 1:15 or so. He had the checks at his desk and his employees stopped by and had a word with him and picked up their checks. He turned to his computer and went to WORD and typed in a memo that payday next week would be on Friday and would be on Friday until further notice. He printed it out in a large red font and posted it on the bulletin board. Damn! He thought, have I already convicted Nancy without hearing her side of the story? No. Not really, I wouldn't say anything to her until I had better evidence than I had now. Well! At lease it gave me time to set things up for next Thursday. The voice recorder would go to work tonight. I need to think about this a bit more carefully. Nancy worked part time at the local bank. Alan was a Vice- President there too. She worked as a loan officer on Monday, Wednesday and Friday. Once in a while she worked late, but not often, maybe every other month. He had never thought much about it. She always called him early to tell him so he would be home for the kids. At fourteen and sixteen they could really fend for themselves but it seemed the right thing to do. He had never checked on her. She was always home by eight thirty or nine. He thought about their sex life, it was pretty good he thought, they had sex about twice a week. Not like when they were first married but about average he thought. It was always good and often great. When she worked late she usually didn't want to fool around. He tried to remember. She had begged off last Thursday too. More to wonder about, she was going to have a lot of questions to answer pretty soon. What would he do if she were cheating on him? He had never thought about it. He guessed it would depend on several things. He knew it would be hell living without her. Would he ever be able to trust her again? Cheating was the same as stealing she always said. She said you could never trust a thief or a cheat. Maybe it would be smart to give her reason to believe he was suspicious of her. Maybe she would stop if she was cheating. God, this was enough to drive you crazy. What about the kids? Why isn't she thinking about the kids? Why isn't she thinking about him? Does she love Alan? Is she about to leave him anyway? He made up his mind he would give her a subtle hint, get straight or get out! Yeah! Real smooth. He had to think about it. Do it now or be sure of what she is doing first? He told his people he didn't feel too good and that he was going home. He drove home with his mind in high gear. He pulled in the drive and sat in the car to gather his thoughts before he went in. She was in the kitchen, She looked at him with real concern in her eyes, "I thought I heard you pull in. What took you so long to come inside? She hurried to him and looked up at him. "Are you alright, are you sick or something?" "Yeah! I don't feel too good." "What's wrong Honey, tell me about it." She was dragging him to his favorite chair. "Do you want me to fix you a drink?" "Yeah, a drink would be nice." He walked in the kitchen and sat at the kitchen table. They took most of their family meals there. They had their monthly family conference there. She set a drink in front of Tom. "Now tell me about it Dear." "Why don't you tell me about it Nancy? Something is wrong between us and I don't know what it is, but I am scared." "I don't know what you are talking about. Nothing is wrong, I love you and you love me. Right?" "I don't know. Do you remember the old game of Monopoly?" "Of course I do. Why?" "Do you remember the 'Get out of Jail free' card?" "Sure." "Well this is your get out of jail free card, Tell me everything and get out of jail free, I will forgive anything if you tell me now." She stared at Tom; he would swear there was real fright in her eyes for a moment. "There is nothing to tell. I don't know what you mean." He looked at her for several minutes. "OK, fine. No problem. I'm going to go take a nap, OK? Want to go with me?" "No, I would love to, but I have dinner started, and I can't just walk off and leave it." "OK, by the way did you have a nice day shopping to day?" Tom looked at her hard. Then turned and went up stairs. He left his briefcase under his place at the table. The voice-activated recorder was on. Tom got undressed and started to take a shower, he turned the water on and walked over to the bedroom door. He looked down the long hall and he saw Nancy pick up the kitchen phone. Her back was to him and Tom walked toward the kitchen. He heard her say, "No, never again, leave me alone." She hung up the phone and turned around and saw Tom. She dropped into the chair and stared at him. He turned and walked away. He went into the shower and took his shower. He cane out and shut and locked the bedroom door. He dressed and packed a bag. He looked at his watch; it was five o'clock. Nancy would be picking up the kids from the school bus. Tom picked up the bag and wrote a note and left it on the kitchen table. It read: 'Your get 'out of jail free' has expired.' Tom put the little recorder behind a couple of cook books near the phone and picked up his briefcase and went out the door. He headed out the opposite direction from the bus stop. Tom cut through some dirt roads and then headed for the interstate. There were several Motels there and He opted for the Best Western. He had his cell phone turned off. The next morning Tom was at his office early, he put a recording on the answering machine saying he was out of the office until noon Thursday. He was gone before anyone showed up at work. Tom returned to the Motel and called his office, his secretary picked up with, "SAS Inc. Real Estate. Acreage Bought and Sold. Good Morning. Peggy speaking, how may I direct your call?" He told her he wouldn't be in until Thursday Noon. She said Nancy had called and wanted to know if he were there. Tom told here to tell her the same thing she told any other calls for him. He told her to tell everyone that he was out until Thursday noon and that she had no idea of where he was. Tom told her to tell Mike, his assistant to just complete the projects they had going. Tom's cell phone rang again. He flipped it on speaker as the answering service came on. He heard Nancy say, "Tommy, don't do this to me, please call me, I am scared to death. I love you so much. Please don't leave us this way. The girls are scared to death; they think you won't ever come back. They want to know what I did to drive you away. I can't tell them. I haven't slept all night waiting for you to come home. At least call and let us know you are all right. Please Tommy, please, sob." Tom almost broke down and called, it hurt him to hear the agony in her voice. He was feeling plenty of agony himself. He slowly turned the phone off and then put it down. Tom thought about things for a few minutes. He dialed a number from memory. The phone rang several times then was answered. Tom knew the voice very well. He said, "Hi! Alice, how are things going?" "Tom, how are you. I haven't heard from you guys since the divorce. I figured you were pissed at Alan and didn't know me anymore." "I thought Nancy had called you." "No, but I didn't really expect her to. I guess you must have learned something or you wouldn't be calling here." "I just figured out that something was wrong yesterday. I haven't said anything to anybody yet. Can you tell me anything?" "Oh! Tommy! I'm so sorry! I thought you knew all about it." "No, I thought things were fine until yesterday. I love her and I tried to give her a way out but she claimed nothing was wrong." "What do you know?" "I know that Alan has been at my house every Thursday from noon until about one for several months now. I can't come up with an innocent reason for that. She lied about where she was yesterday. I know her Caddy was in the drive and Alan's truck was there too. She didn't answer the house phone but did answer her cell phone. She was out of breath and said she was in town shopping." "Tommy, I really thought you knew that that was the reason I got a divorce. I thought you knew about Alan. This isn't the first time he has done this and I just couldn't take it any more." "Alice, I never heard a word. I haven't seen or talked to Alan since the divorce. Nancy never mentions him any more." "Tommy, Alan has a history of blackmailing women into having sex with him. He has caused a number of divorces. I have no idea if that is what is going on with Nancy or not, but I am sure she loved you with all her heart. I don't know what to tell you to do." "Well I have moved out without saying why. I intend to get some proof before I go any further. Please don't say anything to either of them, OK?" "I never talk to them but I promise I won't if you promise to keep me informed of what is going on. I have a new friend I am very fond of and I never want to see Alan again. I really hate that man and want him to suffer." "I am happy for you Alice and I sincerely wish you well. I promise to keep you informed. If you think of anything that would help me figure this out please call me on my cell phone at any time. Here is my number, 427-3909." He said goodbye and clicked off. He called and made an appointment with a good friend who was also his attorney. He was able to talk with his friend for several minutes and told him of his suspicions and asked his advice in several areas. Brice, his friend was very upset about his problem and promised to have the things he requested done as fast as he could. He spent a sleepless night and in the morning he called his office. Peggy told him that Nancy had called many times and sounded very upset. She also said that a package had arrived for him. He directed her to place it in his office. He picked up the phone in the rented room and called his house. Nancy answered on the first ring. "Hello, Nancy, how are the girls?" "Oh! Tommy, they are heartbroken. I am too. We miss you so much! Please come home, please, please, please." "I will be by to see the girls later. I want you to tell then that I have no answers for them at this time and for them to please not to ask me any questions about what is going on. That goes for you too! I hate this as much as any of you do. I have only questions, no answers. When I find the answers I will let all of you know." "Do you want me to leave so you can see the girls?" "No! I want to see you too! Have you thought things over? Do you have something you want to tell me?" "I'll talk to you when you get here. OK?" "I'll see you in a little while." Tom stood and walked to the window. He looked out the window and saw nothing. He thought about Nancy and the two girls. What would a divorce do to all of them? What could he do to mitigate the trauma to the girls? He felt the tears run down his cheeks. He had no answers. He shook his head. Damn! He had to act like a man. He dried his eyes and headed for the house he once called home. He rang the doorbell. His oldest daughter, Sandy opened the door. He said, "May I come in?" She looked at him wide eyed and said "Mommaaaaaa!" and fell sobbing to the floor. Nancy and Amy, the youngest daughter came running. They looked at him and then crouched by Sandy. "What's wrong girl, what happened?" Sandy raised her head "Daddy, sniff, Daddy asked, sob, if he could come in his own home." She burst out crying. Amy joined her and Nancy held the two of them in her arms. She glared up at him. "Why did you do that?" "Perhaps I no longer feel this is my home." Her jaw dropped and she stared at him, then she got up and turned away, sobbing. . The two girls looked up at him, Sandy said, "Why Daddy, why isn't this your home?" "I don't think your mother wants me here. I really Don't." "No Daddy you are wrong, she loves you, she really does. She hasn't slept in several nights, she cries all night long." "Girls I love you both dearly, nothing will ever change that, nothing! Your mother and I need to talk alone. Please take Amy to your room until we call you. Please do not try and listen to what we are saying. Can you do that for me please?" "Yes Daddy, we are going now." Tom walked into the house and heard Nancy softly crying in the living room. She was huddled on one end of the couch. He sat on the other end. After a few minutes he softly said, "Nancy, we need to talk." She jumped, startled, and looked at him. "You look terrible, Tom. You aren't taking care of yourself." "You look pretty sad yourself girl. We really need to talk. Actually, you need to talk, I need to listen. Right?" She looked down at her hands clenched together at her waist. She looked at him, "I can't. I just can't." "Then this is the way you want our marriage to end, like this? You don't look too happy, is this what you want. Just tell me something. Explain it to me. I told my attorney to draw up divorce papers this morning. It was the hardest thing I have ever done. It was like cutting my heart out with a dull rusty knife. PLEASE TALK TO ME." She slowly lifted her head, "How much do you know?" "I pretty well know WHO, WHERE, and WHEN. I just don't know WHY." "Oh Tommy, I just had to do it. I just had to." "You just had to fuck Alan? Why for Christ's sake?" "Because I didn't want you to go to jailll. Sob. I had to do it so he wouldn't tell." "Wouldn't tell WHAT?" "That you are stealing money from the company. He has copies of all the checks you wrote to yourself on the company accounts." "And you believed him?" "No, not at first. Then I researched it and checked the accounts and found it was true. You have been doing it for years. It is a huge amount of money. He promised he wouldn't tell if I was nice to him. I had to keep you out of jail." "Nancy, why didn't you just ask me about it?" "Tommy, I SAW the checks, you put them in a savings account somewhere I guess." "Honey, I thought you knew me better than that, I have never stole a dime in my life." "I SAW the checks." "Nancy, I can't steal from the company, I own the company." The Slave Trade It's pretty clear these people don't know what to do with me while they have me. They fear retribution from the Empire. They don't want to be blamed for the attack which, in retrospect, only annoyed the enemy without forwarding the cause. But they want to make some money for their efforts, and I'm the only saleable property they have: a white woman in the Middle East. That's how I wind up in the slave market. I've only been manhandled thus far, but that happy state of affairs may not last much longer. My hands are tied together with rope which is suspended from a ceiling beam in a very long, low stone building housing the chattel on offer. One side is open to the daylight. I'm grateful for the shade -- the weather here at noon is stifling. I'm still wearing most of my clothes. My blouse is ripped at the shoulder and neck, and has come partly untucked (no chance of tucking it back with my hands over my head) but is still mainly in one piece. And the exclusively male customers and merchants milling around seem to be a bit afraid to touch me. I have the unpleasant suspicion that this will change, but for now I remain unmolested. I'm grimy, of course. My hair is coming down from its usual conservative bun. One unattractive merchant has squeezed my waist and declared me too bony, in Farsi I can more or less understand. But no one has attempted an indecency. No one, that is, until you enter the enclosure. You were, quite frankly, the arrogant bastard I most enjoyed irritating. I had enough clout with the philanthropist who funded the expedition to have some administrative control over the proceedings. It was highly enjoyable to circumvent some of your edicts. We'd crossed swords several times. But right now, I was enormously relieved to see you. Just the kind of disreputable place I'd expect to find you in, I reflected sardonically. But useful to have you here. I called out. You turned. You didn't recogniize me at first. Then your eyes lit up. But in a way that made me shiver just a little. I expect, of course, that you will demand my immediate release. But that's not what happens. What happens is that you ask the hovering, obsequious merchant, who has clearly written me off as a bad investment, "How much? For two hours?" in a dialect that I am clearly intended to understand. What? I sputter and issue outraged denunciations, but to no avail. They ignore me. Money changes hands. The merchant effaces himself. But not very far. The doings of white infidels seem to interest the buying public. You bury your hands in my hair and let it loose to fall halfway to my waist. You open my blouse, exposing the corset beneath that barely conceals my breasts, and cut the blouse from my back. I'm struggling now. This is outrageous, unacceptable. Inconceivable. Inconceivably, my skirt is removed, though I manage to deliver a sharp kick in my own defense. But then it all goes your way. The petticoats are stripped from me, the bloomers, and I'm left standing in a corset that only covers me to the waist, stockings, and boots. Maybe the boots will allow me to inflict still more damage, I reflect hopefully, so angry that I'm almost unaware of my own excitement. ...and almost unaware of my exposed body. Something, it seems, that you are very much aware of. I can see your erection through the curtain of my hair and through your trousers. But apparently, you don't intend to risk any more bruises. Rattling out a complicated string of commands in a dialect I can't follow as well as that used previously, you send several burly men scurrying to do your bidding. One gives more play to the rope that binds my hands, though I notice with disappointment that it remains fastened to a hook I cannot reach. Another -- oh, this is outrageous -- comes up behind me and hoists me up, with his hands under my arms, eventually crossing his forearms beneath my breasts. Two more -- Jesus how many men are necessary to subdue one woman? -- come to either side of me. What the hell is going on? You rattle off more commands, pointing, this time, in a way that is unmistakable. My knees go weak, though, given what I think will happen, that won't make any difference. The man behind me hoists me in the air. Each of the other two, and they're young, strong men, catches a hold of one of my thighs. They spread me, in midair (I'm still struggling, mind, but more as a gesture of defiance), my legs parted in a Y, my cunt exposed, my clit for some reason throbbing. In distress, I tell myself, trying to bite the arm of the man behind me. You step between my legs. I'm shouting and writhing, partly blinded by my hair, aware of my nakedness. Aware of the general amusement that fills the room. Aware of your enjoyment. I'm almost weeping with outrage and... something else that I don't want to think about. You step closer. You reach out and touch my clit and I almost swoon from the wave of pleasure that passes over me. How is that possible? You smile in a way I cannot like. Then you begin speaking. In English, this time. Thankfully the merchants and customers cannot understand. You tell me, at the same time playing with my clit, slowly inserting your fingers in my cunt, slowly pushing a finger in my ass, that you will eventually free me. But you also say that you have been waiting to fuck me for a very, very long time. You have no intention of missing the opportunity. And you will not only have me, in every possible way, before all these people, but you will make me enjoy it. You will make me beg you to push your cock inside every opening my body possesses. You will make me scream my enthusiasm before all these witnesses. I ignore the fire that you've started in my clit and spit in your face. Or I try. Being suspended in midair with someone's finger in one's ass does dreadful things to one's aim. You laugh. And unbutton your pants. Oh good lord. I'm writhing in earnest now. That's just too big to fit. You'll split me in half. There's a certain amount of amusement in the background that I'm barely aware of in my panic and then you step up close between my legs and push the tip of your cock between the lips of my cunt. Oh dear. My writhing is apparently helping you along. How did I get so wet? How.. Deeper and deeper and... Oh good lord. Your hands are cupping the cheeks of my ass and you're thrusting, thrusting hard, and I seem to dissolve. I'm moaning now. Gasping. You gesture to the men to let me down. What? I'm horribly frustrated, but I can't say so. I sprawl on the floor, hands still fastened together and attached to the rope, absolutely aching with need. You stand over me, your erection still very much in evidence. "I'm going to fuck you from behind now," you announce. "Get up on all fours. That's right. Show everyone you want it." I'm aware of the picture I present. Almost naked -- the corset and stockings and boots making the nakedness of my ass and cunt somehow worse. But I want your cock inside me so badly that I do as you say. I push myself up on my bound hands and my knees. "Part your legs," you say. "Arch your back. Show me your ass. Show me you want this." I do, God help me. There's applause from some of the merchants. And then you ram your cock into me and fuck me so hard that I squeal, beside myself, every tissue of my body exploding with pleasure. Again you stop. I think I actually utter a protest. Why? You haven't come. Why stop now? I'm so ready, so aroused, that I'm shaking. I sit up and your erect cock is almost in my face. You smile down at me. "Some things have to be earned." And then your cock is in my mouth, your hands are in my hair, and I have no urge whatsoever to bite, not wishing to undermine what promises to come later. You're too big for this, I reflect, but that's an advantage in other contexts. And you're so smooth, so hard... I develop an enthusiasm for the task. I run my tongue along the smooth, hard shaft, along the tip, tasting the drop of come that shivers there. I relax as you plunge down my throat and withdraw to let me suck. I can hear laughter, but I don't care. Then your hands tighten in my hair, and you push me back. Suddenly you're holding... I'm not sure what to call it. Women of my class don't have names for things like that. Something shaped like your cock, made out of -- ivory? Something very big. Oh dear. I back up to the length the rope will permit. More laughter from the onlookers. You direct me to assume a position on all fours again, suggesting that there are many helping hands at the ready should I refuse. I assume the position, shivering just a little. You slip the ivory phallus between my legs and into my cunt, to cries of approval from observers. It's huge, but I'm wet, and it slips all the way in at once, the little ridge at the end lodged delightfully against my clit. I moan again. I wiggle down on it. You encourage me. So do the onlookers. Oh, this feels good. This--- I feel your other hand smearing some sort of unguent around my -- oh good lord. Slowly, steadily, you're pushing your cock into my ass. It's huge. You're -- now you begin to move the ivory phallus, sending waves of sensation through my clit and cunt, while your cock slowly fills me up from behind. The sensation is exquisite. I shout with pleasure and hear you laugh as your hand and your cock pick up speed, stuffing me so full, so well, so hard, that I, and you, explode. In my case, screaming. It goes without saying that you finally purchased me. Although you had quite a time haggling. My price had gone up, after what everyone had seen. The Slave Trade Her head jerked up, she looked wide-eyed at me. "You what?" "Yes, about five years ago old Mister Strong called me in and asked if I wanted to buy the company from him. I said I would love to, but I didn't have that kind of money. He said he had a deal for me. He said if I just continued as General Manager and signed a paper stating I would pay him seven thousand a month for the rest of his life he would sign the business over to me. He had the papers all ready and I signed them. There was a clause in the agreement that said I wouldn't change the name of the Company until five years after his death and not reveal to anyone that he was no longer associated with the Company until after he died. It had to do with some insurance policies he had and a trust fund for his wife. Hell! He was 84 years old then! It was a great deal for me." "You own SAS Inc.?" "Yep. I am the sole owner and General Manager. Mr. Strong has been dead for four years now. I have tripled the net profit of the company in that time. I have invested the money I wrote the checks for. It goes into an investment fund. It does very well. The Company owns thousands of acres of land now. Most of it I bought when the prices were way below where they are now. Actually most of the land sales and purchases we do now are for ourselves." "Could Alan have known that?" "No, I don't think so. I guess he could have found out. I have borrowed a lot of money from the bank over the years. I don't owe them anything right now. I'm sure he had me checked out several times. Are you in love with him?" "HELL NO! I hate him, I despise him. I can't stand the son of a bitch." "I guess I have a great law suite against the bank for his blackmail of you and for his sexual harassment." "Billy, how could I have been so stupid? I'm a pretty smart woman. He conned me like I was an idiot. I don't know if I want to sue the bank though. I like working there." "You like all the extra marital sex too, right?" Nancy stared at Tom. She spun around and ran for the kitchen. She grabbed a broom and came after him. She swung and missed him. He laughed, "Did too!" She swung and missed him again, "Did not!" "Did too!" she caught him on the arm with her next swing but she also hit a vase and it crashed to the floor. "Did not!" "Did too!" She stopped and looked at him. She said, "Thomas Burke Rockwell III, I have never stopped loving you for one damned second. I thought I had to do it to save you. Can you ever forgive me for being so stupid?" "Probably, I have a lot to think about. I know I will be a sad son of a bitch if I am not with you though." "I know for sure I can't live with out you Tommy." "When Alan calls for another date tell him same time same place." "WHAT?" "Yes, I need to have a nice little interactive talk with Alan." "What are you going to do? Please don't get yourself in trouble. He is not worth it." "I feel that he owes me some pain and suffering. He has destroyed my marriage and my happy home. He owes me big time." She looked at him and sank to her knees. Sobs racked her body. He watched for a moment. He gritted his teeth until his jaws hurt. He knew she was giving up. He picked her up and carried her to the master bedroom. She was limp and her head flopped over to one side. He gently placed her on the bed and hurried and got a washcloth and ran cold water over it and ran back to wipe her face gently. Her eyes fluttered. Her eyes were lifeless. Then they brightened as she recognized him. A smile started on her lips then the smile and the light in her eyes faded and turned dull. He pressed his lips to hers. "I still love you with all my heart Nancy. Please kiss me and hold me tight." Her eyes flew open. "What? What did you just say?" "I said, 'I love you. With all my heart'." "Oh! Tommy, can you ever forgive me? I just was so afraid for so long. I haven't slept much in months, I just knew you would go to jail for years. We would loose everything. I didn't know what to do." "Don't you want him to suffer for what he did to you; for what he did to us, to the girls? I want him to never be able to do that to another family. I want him to hurt more than you can believe. I don't have a firm plan yet, but I am working on it. I need your help." "What can I do?" "I want you to tell me how your 'dates' went. Exactly what did he say or do when he got here? Did he want a drink? A beer? How did he want you dressed or did he tell you what he wanted?" "Yes, he would tell me to wear sexy lingerie or a baby doll with garter belt hose and heels. He often had a beer while I had to strip for him." "Was he into bondage or that kind of stuff?" "Yes, a little. He told me to call him 'Master Alan' one time and wanted to tie me up but I refused to go along with that. I was afraid he might do something really gross if he had me totally in his power. I told him that was not part of our deal and that I would just tell you what he was doing to me. That scared him." "What would he do if you told him you had a friend who was submissive and wanted a 'Master' to control her as a sex slave?" "He would be tickled to death. He fancies himself as a Master." "You think he would go for it?" "Sure he would, wouldn't you?" "No, I had one sex slave for a while. Then I lost you." "Tommy, please don't say that. You never lost me." "Never mind. If you left a note on the front door addressed to him that told him his slave awaited him in our bedroom. That he was to enjoy the beer that was on the kitchen counter and relax until you call him. Then when he heard you call him he was to strip. He would put the Velcro wristbands; ankle straps and blindfold that will be on the counter then would lead him to the bedroom. He will be told the other woman wants Alan to assure her, in person, that he would not cause any permanent damage, severe pain or leave any visible marks on her. The note would say that the girl worked at the bank and didn't want him to see her face until she were sure he agreed to her limits. Would he buy all that?" Nancy looked at him for a moment. "He might buy it if he was lured on by glimpses of the girl in hose and heels and a skimpy outfit and maybe with a little mask on." "Good idea. Where can we get the girl?" "There are a couple of girls at work I have talked to about that very thing. I saw that as a possible way out. They would do it for me if they were in complete control. They say they can lure him into the bedroom. I have to warn you that both of these girls are very dominate people. They are both large but beautiful. They enjoy picking up macho men and breaking them. They love to lure them to a place where they can capture the tough guys then feminize them." "Really, at your bank?" "Yes, you have met them." "Not the Bradley sisters?" "Yep! They have told me they would love to get their hands on Alan, they say they would completely break him in a couple of hours and have him in panties and sucking cock in two days and loving it." Tom grinned, "Very interesting. Would he be completely in their control?" "Oh yes, that is what they say. They say they have a dozen sex slaves now that they lend or rent to other people." "I don't want him to enjoy it at all." "From what they tell me that the fun is for special guys and gals they like. The others never reach what they desire. Some can be so completely broken that they can never function as men again as long as they live. Those they give away or sell as whores." "Now that sounds about right." "The girls insist there are only a couple of men they have gone that far with; those were real bastards. Do you remember Dino Patillio?" "Yeah, he was a real loudmouthed, nasty, SOB. I heard that after he quit he ended up in the 'happy farm'." "He was one they didn't like." "Wow! Let's talk to them. OK?" Nancy called and made an appointment. They walked up the steps to the door of the isolated home in the estate section of town. Tom knocked on the door. The door swung open and an attractive maid in uniform greeted them. "Master and Mistress Rockwell? The Mistresses await you in the family room, this way please." "Hi, Nancy, Hi, Tom. How are you Tom?" The sisters hugged and kissed Nancy, they smiled at Tom. "Come on in and sit down." They were seated in a nice family room and offered refreshments, which they declined. Nancy brought the sisters up to date on her problem with Alan. When she was finished Tom said, "Nancy and I have discussed a suitable punishment, and Nancy said that you girls might be able to help us with that." Betsy, the older sister giggled, "Boy we would love to straighten out Alan Thermont. We have put up with his sexist remarks and his roving hands for long enough. He is high on our list of men who need a lesson. From what Nancy tells us he has just leapt to the top of the list." "Great, ladies, what do you have in mind?" Brandi, the younger sister said, "Well, we have several choices. Basically they all start out the same; we capture him and subject him to some training that will break his spirit and make him submissive to us. After that we can go several ways. He is not a really large man and with his build and facial features he is a good candidate for feminization." Betsy grinned, "We can call him in on a weeks vacation. By the end of the week he will be a full time transvestite. He'll be kind of cute. We may just keep him as a sex slave. He will still work but he will sell his apartment and give us the money for letting him live with us and be our slave. If he works out well he will be very well treated and will love his new life. If he is too strong willed he will not be worth much after he is broken. He will probably have a 'nervous breakdown' and be institutionalized for many years." Brandi laughed, "Or we can just scare the shit out of him and let the law have him after he confesses to blackmailing Nancy." Nancy looked at Tom, "What do you think? Maybe a combination of both would be best. I guess we will really have to see how he responds to the training, is that right girls?" Betsy grinned, "Absolutely! Everything depends on how he responds. We have some who will fight you to the death. Of course we never take it that far. If we see someone is not breakable we back off and try reasoning with them to change their ways. We always have enough dirt on them so they don't try to come back after us. We have had no problems. Most people end up being much happier in a submissive life than they were before. Then we find a Master or Mistress for them and they live happily ever after." "Would you like to see some of our slaves?" "Sure, do you have some here?" Brandi giggled, "We are never without some to serve us and spoil us." She picked up a small silver bell and rang it once. Two people dressed in black maid's uniforms rushed into the room and curtsied to Brandi and Betsy. "Yes Mistress, How may your humble slaves serve you?" Tom could see that both slaves were actually men dressed in maid's clothing and wearing feminine makeup. One was rather attractive and the other had a female body but her face was rather coarse for a woman. Betsy said, "Please see to the needs of our gests." The two maids turned and curtsied to Tom and Nancy. "How may we serve you Master and Mistress? May we serve you with an alcoholic beverage? We also are very adept at giving oral sex if you desire to relax. We will be very happy to serve you in any way you desire. We exist only for your pleasure." Tom saw real concern in their faces. He glanced at Nancy who was staring at the two slaves. Betsy said, "Both of you lift your skirts and pull down your panties and show Mistress Nancy your sissy clitties so she can see if you could please her." Without hesitation the two maids lifted their skirts and pulled down their panties and stroked their cocks to an erection. When their cocks were fully erect they stepped close to Nancy and asked if she desired to feel them. Nancy said, "I don't believe that will be necessary at this time. I would like a small glass of white wine if you have some." The maid then turned to Tom and asked if he would like oral or anal sex or something to drunk. He said no. One maid hurried off and was soon back with a wine glass he handed to Nancy. Betsy said. "You are excused." The two maids scurried off. Tom grinned when they were gone. "Wow! You are really have them well trained." Betsy laughed, "They love it. This is their dream come true. We pay them the minimum wage and bank it for them. They are disappointed they were not humiliated or punished. That is what they live for. They both love Brandi and I very much. Are you both sure you don't want sex? They love that too." Tom said they were not ready for that at all. Nancy agreed saying they had enough problems right now. The sisters asked if they thought Alan Thurmont would make a good slave. They both grinned. They looked at each other. Nancy asked what the slaves were trained to do aside from the sexual stuff. The answer surprised Nancy. The slaves were fully trained household maids. Most could cook very well, and all did housework from top to bottom. They were trained to mix drinks and serve at dinners or parties. They could do the shopping for a family and plan meals. The maids were trained to care for the family clothing and to bathe and dress the Master and the Mistress. Some could do hair and makeup. A well-trained maid was worth $75,000 and up. The new owner had to provide room and board and uniforms, plus be responsible for further training and discipline. Many owners rented their maids to friends and neighbors for parties and cleaning chores. Many claimed that renting them out covered much of the expense. Some of the owners were older women who had husbands who had ED or other reasons for not being able to keep the wife happy. The maid provided that service also. Because of their subservience and submissiveness there was no cause for jealousy from the husbands who often watched and were serviced too. Some of the maids were completely feminized and had breast implants and were quite attractive. These usually performed the same function for husbands who had wives who were no longer interested in sex with the husband. In one case both the hubby and his dear wife each had a maid. Tom asked if the hobby was very profitable. Betsy assured him that it was very profitable but that the money was not their primary consideration. They really enjoyed being Dommes and it gave them great pleasure to solve some of the community's problems. Brandi added that their jobs at the bank gave them access to financial records and other information about people involved in their projects. Nancy and the sisters agreed that they would all be ready for the confrontation with Alan Thurmont on Thursday. Tom and Nancy were assured that Alan would be out of the Rockwell home Thursday evening. Then the sisters would have the weekend to evaluate him as to what direction they would take him. Once he was in their possession Tom and Nancy could be as involved as they wanted to be in training him. Tom said that as far as he was concerned all he would request was that they could see the final results. Nancy said she would be happy with that. When they were back home Tom grinned at Nancy. "Honey, I have one more call to make about Alan." He picked up the phone and dialed a number. "Hi Alice, how are you today?" "Tom, Hi! I'm fine. What is going on?" Tom explained their plans for Alan. Nancy could hear Alice's whoops of happiness over the phone as Tom pulled the phone from his ear. "Oh Tom, my new friend is very dominate and very wealthy, I will get him to buy Alan. He can wait on us and get me ready to fuck my lover and then suck his cock and put it in me. He will be forced to watch. Then when we are finished he will clean us up with his tongue. I love it! Thank you so much. You just made me so happy."