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                            The Vassal Group
                             by SavannahMann

Copyright© 2008 by SavannahMann


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Description: An evil organization kidnaps people, and prepares them to serve as slaves.

Codes: MF non-con rape mc hypno dru violent slave bi D/S BD SM humil sad tort gang oral anal mastrb toys ws
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Chapter 1


The Vassal Group. This is a work of fiction, any resemblance to any person or place, living or dead, real or imagined, is purely accidental.

Each year, some 900,000 reports of missing persons are filed. About half of the files are children abducted by a non-custodial parent. 200,000 children run away, some never seen again by family or friends. 48,000 adults are listed as missing each year. Of those, a very small portion, roughly one percent, are taken by the Vassal Group

The Vassal Group is an extremely organized criminal enterprise. They have embraced the latest technical, and scientific breakthroughs to assist them. A board of three psychologists, who determine the probability of the individual accepting training, screens each potential slave. Even with these cutting edge psychological screening techniques in place, an average of thirty slaves die each year in training. Most of the time, they are executed after they become catatonic. No psychiatrist has yet been able to satisfactorily rehab a catatonic patient to suit the needs of the Vassal group. No other rehabilitation program, to return the slave to the free world for example, is contemplated.

Still others resist the training and brainwashing until they are either beaten to death, or are starved to death. While it may seem opportunistic to grab one of the thousands of people who simply vanish on their own, that would be a bigger problem for the training program. Of those 48,000 who are reported as missing, a vast majority of them suffer from any number of problems including but certainly not limited to mental illness, brain chemical imbalance, drug or alcohol addictions, which make the candidate an unsuitable for the Vassal Group.

The group produces a few hundred units each year, and the clients are people who can afford the very best of everything. The quarterly auctions are held in pre-arranged and very secure facilities. These events are when Vassal is most vulnerable to penetration by the legal authorities of the world. For this reason, Vassal has bribed a number of key personnel in the various legal centers of the world. In America, that would be the Department of Justice. A key deputy undersecretary is relied upon to forward information that may be of interest to the Group. Far enough down the political ladder not to require confirmation hearings or political appointment, yet high enough to be in the pipeline of any major investigation information, this person is part of the layered defense of Vassal against investigations or exposure.

In a boardroom in New York, eight of the highest-ranking members of Vassal are meeting to determine the fate of potential slaves.

"Jesus tell me we have some good prospects this week." Tony said.

Tony was the head of the American Division of Vassal. He reports to a group called "the committee" on activities and prospects in America. The seven others in the room were heads of each separate division. Four of the assembled were called Training DM's, or Division Managers. In reality each of those managers oversaw three farms and at any given time, fifty or so abducted and forcibly enslaved people. One of those assembled was head of the Security Branch. He reported to Tony, but also had a channel to "the Committee." One was in charge of Recruitment, the euphemistic term given to people being kidnapped and forcibly enslaved. The last member of the meeting was responsible for sales, and oversaw the quarterly auctions held at four separate locations each fiscal quarter.

Each of the managers knew each other, at some level. They met every week, and each reported to Tony, who reported to the committee as needed. None of them knew details about anything outside of their area. The business model is one of extreme compartmentalization No one person knows anything that they don't absolutely need to know to perform their task.

The strict compartmentalization of and isolation imposed on the different branches of Vassal is cumbersome, but also absolutely necessary. If any of them, including Tony, tried to give information to the legal authorities, they couldn't give as much as it might seem. Dominique for example, could tell about the snatch teams in her area, the location of and some of the employees at the training farms. She could even tell the authorities about some of the product, slaves in simple language, at those farms. She couldn't tell them enough to find the other nine farms in the United States alone. She could affect no more than a quarter of the group's activities.

Tony could give them even less. He didn't know where any of the farms were, didn't know but a few names, and no vital information on trainers, or snatch teams He could give information on locations of the auctions held every three months, but those locations could be changed quickly and easily through a variety of front corporations.

Sales and Security had access to the most information; sales possessed the names and amounts of the client's interests. Security had personnel in place at each farm that reported directly to Security Center.

The Committee had personally approved both sales and Security, and both underwent polygraph testing at irregular intervals but never more than six weeks, to insure that they remained loyal. If they failed one test, there was no reason to worry about what would happen next, they would have their corpses disposed in a convenient manner, convenient to the committee.

The other DM's are tested at least every fiscal quarter.

Michael the DM in charge of Recruitment spoke first. "We only have five prospects this week, one of them may be a problem."

Dominique one of the four training managers spoke next. "If it's prospect number three, I agree we could have a big problem."

"Start at the beginning, what do we have this week?" Tony said.

"First up is Samantha. A divorced 28 year old with no children. No close family contacts, no close friends. She works at a distribution plant in Colorado. Fairly high turnover, mostly illegal aliens who are moving along before they are caught." Michael said as he flashed surveillance photos on the board behind him. "The team has had her under the eye for two weeks. They report she's a lonely homebody who was tossed aside by her first husband. No dates, only one night at a singles bar, where she left alone without giving her number out." Michael looked at his notes. "The shrinks say she's a four, high probability of acceptance of training."

"Ok, next."

"Brian out of Phoenix, he's 24 and works for a insurance company headquartered in Phoenix. Constantly comments how he would like another job, has applied to several, never been accepted, or accepted their offers. No close girlfriends, or boyfriends, no close family. Surveillance photo's show he's rather well endowed should be popular with the female clients, and certain male clients. Rated a four."

"Good snatch plans in place?" Tony asked next.

"Yes, Samantha is going to a convention in Colorado to view cats. She's booked a hotel room for Saturday night." Michael answered. "Brian is going to a self help seminar for the weekend in Las Cruces New Mexico for the weekend."

"Take them." Tony said simply.

"Right, next up is our problem." Michael started.

"Dump it. I don't want a problem. If you and Dominique think it's a problem, dump it." Tony waved it away.

"OK, next up is Lisa. 25, and just arrived in New York from Fargo of all God damn places. No family, no friends. Signed up for a meet and greet this weekend. Works at a diner as a waitress. High turnover in that industry as you know. Rated a 3" Michael said.

"A three? What the fuck is wrong with her?" Tony asked.

"She was active in the church a couple years ago, not now, but the shrink thinks she might see herself as the embodiment of Job or Joan of Arc as she resists." James, another training manager said. "Religious fools."

"OK, who's next?" Tony asked.

"Jeanette out of Atlanta. Works as a Customer Service Representative, which means she listens to people bitch all day long. There is a high turnover rate for her company, and her field. Her mother died six months ago, no father listed, no discernable contact with any siblings. No boyfriends, or close friends. Rated a 3." Michael said flashing Jeanette's pictures on the screen.

"Another three? What the fuck is wrong with her?" Tony asked. "The shrink doesn't like blue eyes with brown hair?" Tony said reading Jeanette's vital statistics. 23, brown hair, blue eyes, 5'4" 134 lbs. Solid C breasts, decent curves as evidenced by the pictures

"She reads bondage fantasy on the net, the second shrink thinks she'll either go catatonic, or depart from reality and have to be eliminated. The other two think she's a four. You know the rules, if one thinks she's a three, she gets the lower score by default."

"Great, two three's in one week. Fuck it, grab all four. Our product is looking a little thin, perhaps we're playing it a little too safe. Keep the problems out, but snatch the three's. We can always dump them off shore, the sharks got to eat too." Tony said after considering for a few moments.

"I'll get the teams moving. Lisa is going to the meet and greet, we'll snatch her there. Jeanette is going to a time share weekend in Hilton Head" Michael said glancing at the documents. "The team is already in place in Hilton Head, and the cleaners are in Atlanta. I'll send the go code to start the dance."

"Make sure to do everything right. I don't want any fucking mistakes. The last thing I want to see is Greta Van what the fuck on the god damn TV looking for another one of our snatched slaves." Tony said. "That god damn disaster in the Bahamas still gives me ulcers."

"Yes sir." The assembled group said in almost perfect unison. Then they rose to leave and carry out their instructions. That the incident he was talking about was in Aruba didn't matter, they knew what he meant, and that he meant it.

As the meeting broke up, four people around the nation continued their normal lives. Unaware that their fates had just been sealed. A fifth didn't realize how close she had come to being snatched over the weekend.

Jeanette blew a stray hair from her face and looked at the clock. Two more hours, and then she was off for a long weekend. Tomorrow she was traveling to Hilton Head for a free weekend away. All she had to do was endure a two-hour sales pitch for a time-share vacation home. Even if Jeanette wanted a time-share vacation home, there wasn't any way in hell she could afford it. Suckers she thought to herself

Sighing she tapped the computer key and accepted the next call. Mr. Jerome Stevens of South Bend was outraged at the cancellation of his flight and demanded an apology, a plane be created out of thin air, and who knew what else. Jeanette listened politely, and felt nothing as she judged he would be satisfied with a free upgrade to standby first class, which meant he could fly first class if there was an available seat Mr. Stevens seemed placated by this, and agreed to give the airline another chance Wonderful.

Teams all over the nation got the signal to start the pick ups. Coded cell phone calls, text messages, and e-mails were received and acknowledged.

In Atlanta, a Man and Woman began to clean the efficiency hotel room they had lived in for all of ten days. They took turns scrubbing any traces of themselves from the room. Tomorrow, they would leave, and never return to this particular hole in the wall. In Hilton Head, two men began to finalize the extraction plan, and confirmed that the trailer would be in position on Saturday to be loaded. The trailer would be taken to Miami where another surveillance team was already working on a subject. The team at the other end would take the car from the trailer, scrub it down to remove any evidence, and abandon it at the Miami Airport long-term parking lot. It could well be a month or two before the car was discovered hiding in plain sight.

Jeanette accepted the next call, and wondered if this was to be the rest of her life, listening to other peoples bullshit problems while life passed her by. A not uncommon thought passed through her brain again. "God my life sucks."

Thursday's work finally ended, as the clock marched relentlessly around to quitting time Jeanette logged off her computer and then shut it completely down. Planning on a cold start on Monday, and the additional ten minutes it would take to boot up as a bonus period of not enduring other people's complaints.

She spent the evening doing laundry and packing for her weekend away. She really felt like a vacation would be just what she needed. The surveillance team watched her on computer monitors as she moved about her apartment. A week ago they had planted hidden cameras and tapped her computer. They could literally see and hear everything that happened in the apartment.

Jeanette finally slept Thursday night, excited to be getting away for the weekend. The surveillance team watched her carefully.

Friday morning, after a quick breakfast and shower, Jeanette loaded her bags into her car and headed east for Hilton Head. She had only just cleared the city limits, when the Surveillance team entered her apartment again. They picked up all the cameras, erased the tapping program on her computer, and removed any pamphlets about Hilton head and any reference in the computer. As they finished the sweep, they left documents and information about a time-share seminar in Orlando FL.

If anyone looked for Jeanette, they would be looking two states away from where she had really been.

Thirty minutes later, the Surveillance team was on its way to Hilton Head, their car packed carefully and after sending the accomplished code to base. The snatch team was already in place in Hilton Head, Jeanette's room had already been set up with a camera and microphone, and another surprise.

Jeanette arrived, and after checking in and dumping her bags in the hotel room, put on a bikini and a wrap and headed for the beach. Anxious to lay out and soak up some of the glorious sunshine.

She didn't notice the man walking along the beach with the metal detector, apparently searching for hidden treasures. She didn't feel the man staring at her through large binoculars from behind her in a room overlooking the beach. She just felt the warmth of the sunshine and the joy of being free from work for the weekend

After dinner and a few drinks at the local little bar, Jeanette slept Friday night in the hotel room. The team waited, the plan was for a Saturday extraction, not Friday.

Jeanette spent Saturday morning listening to the high-powered sales pitch, and much to the disappointment of the salesman, she didn't jump up and purchase a time-share immediately. After lunch it was back to the beach to work on her tan, it was coming along nicely.

Another dinner and a few more drinks and she was asleep in her hotel room.

The two teams had met and maintained surveillance on Jeanette through the weekend. They waited two hours after Jeanette had gone to sleep, enough time to make sure she was deeply asleep. They activated a small canister in Jen's hotel room. It spent five seconds releasing an odorless muscle-relaxing agent. This would guarantee that Jeanette wouldn't resist effectively.

The two-man snatch team entered the room first, moving with less noise than a cat would make, they approached the sleeping girl. On a nod, they both grabbed her and injected her with a needle. The first man pushed the plunger all the way, this drug a strong sedative, guaranteed to knock Jeanette out for at least two hours. Jeanette had woken with a start when grabbed, but couldn't scream, her arms wouldn't move to defend her. Then blackness overwhelmed her, and she slept.

Placing a gag on Jeanette, the team quickly and efficiently cuffed her hands and shackled her feet. Making sure to double the lock, not because of fear of her escape, but to prevent the cuffs from tightening more and cutting off her circulation. They connected the two sets of bindings by chaining them together. When the target woke, she would find that she was unable to move, and unable to scream, a muffled groan the most noise she would be able to make.

After folding her like a piece of origami, they stuffed her into an oversized rolling duffle bag. Packing her in with towels, they placed her face near a mesh section that was camouflaged to look like the rest of the bag. She wouldn't suffocate this way. Rolling the bag out of the hotel they looked to the world like a couple businessmen on their way to whatever stop was next.

The surveillance team cleaned the hotel room. Packing all of Jeanette's things in her bags, and followed the snatch team thirty minutes later. They would drive to a small parking lot on the edge of town. There, a truck was waiting and the team loaded Jeanette's car into a 20-foot container. The trucker would drive it to Miami, where the car would be unloaded by a team there, and abandoned in the long-term parking lot of the Miami Airport. It wouldn't be discovered anytime soon. Then they took their own car, and departed Hilton Head, they had another target already, this one in Charleston.

If someone did start to look for Jeanette, all the clues would point to her heading south. Jeanette was already on her way north, towards the training farm, and her future

The trucker, actually a man from the security branch, was on his way south before two hours had elapsed since Jeanette had been snatched. After unloading in Miami, he would swap the now empty container for a loaded one from the Miami port, which he would drive wherever he was told to. These special jobs were nice, they paid very well, and soon he would be bumped up the ladder to site security.

Jeanette awoke slowly, the drug making it a slow and difficult process. Trying to move she discovered her hands, and feet were bound. Handcuffs, some sort of ankle cuff. She was packed in, wedged in, and couldn't move. That was when the first panic set in. She tried to scream, but it was muffled, the gag prevented anything but the smallest sound from escaping. Jeanette thrashed uselessly; trying to pull her wrist through the cuff, there was no way she could do it. Tears flowed freely as she fought the panic down and tried to think.

Realizing she was in a car or something, probably stuffed into the trunk and the second wave of panic set in, she was being taken somewhere, hogtied like an animal. Her mind was filled with images of rape, satanic cults, and some sort of weird serial killer or cannibalism. She tried to control her fear, but it overwhelmed her.

Jeanette wet herself in pure panic, this was expected, and it's the second reason the towels were stuffed in around her. She prayed to God for the first time in years to help her escape, help protect her. She thrashed about some more stopping only when exhaustion overtook her. Jeanette fell into a light sleep.

Some hours later, not long before dawn, Jeanette was jolted awake when the movement changed, as it was much rougher now, and it continued for some time, Jeanette had no idea if it was night, or day, and no idea how long she had been captive. The bouncing and moving sensations stopped, and then Jeanette was moving, but not like a car, like she was rolling along, in a box. Had they packed her in a box or some kind of crate? Screaming into the gag for someone to help her, the movement didn't stop.

A zipper sounded overhead finally and Jeanette struggled to look up. Two men were there and reached into the bag and pulled her out. One affixed something around Jeanette's neck, checking to make sure it wasn't too tight by wiggling a finger between the collar and her neck. Jeanette was sobbing now, tears running down her face. She begged them through the gag to release her. Please release her. The men lowered her to a thin futon mat.

A third wave of panic, the worst one yet washed over Jeanette, as she was certain they would rape her now. Probably rape, and kill her. She had to fight, to get away. One man connected something to her neck, and the other man had her on her stomach, and released the connecting chain that had prevented her movement keeping her feet near her hands. As the connecting chain was released, Jeanette could move her feet a little, they were still connected by the ankle cuffs, and ten inches of chain, but she could kick, and she did. Not kicking all that well, too stiff from the enforced immobility for the last few hours, she did make a feeble kick.

The men surprised her, they just stepped back, and looked at her for a moment. Then they picked up the towels, put them in the bag and left the room closing a big metal door behind them. Jeanette looked around, cement walls, a very thin air vent up high, no sounds though. A camera above the door watched her. A single light bulb lit the room. There was nothing else. No windows, no bathroom just this ragged thin futon pad. The room was maybe eight foot by eight foot. Jeanette struggled in a sheer panic now; her hands were still bound behind her. She couldn't move well, her feet could only be ten inches apart. Wiggling around, Jeanette tried to escape the cuffs, but there wasn't any way she could. Pulling hard, all she managed to do was hurt her wrists.

Devon watched the television, observing the new slave struggle as they all did. Turning to the security man assigned to the control station. "Watch her, if she starts banging her head on the wall or something, let me know, otherwise I'll start to welcome her in two hours."

Jeanette's arms hurt badly now, they had been pinned behind her for hours. Her jaw ached terribly and she needed to pee again, fear has that effect. She was starting to worry about her hands falling off after having the circulation cut off from them for this long. There was a grinding noise at the door, and it swung out, opening to reveal a big man, over six foot, more than two hundred pounds. Jeanette hadn't seen him before, his dark hair and eyes made her think he was Mediterranean, Perhaps Greek or something like that.

The man stepped into the room and said. "The first lesson Slave J is silence. You are not permitted to make any sounds at this time. If you remain silent, I'll remove your gag and free your hands."

Jeanette stared at him, terrified, but also in a great deal of pain. Her arms hurt and she was very tired of tasting the leather gag. The man stepped to her and unbuckled something, and the gag came free. Lines of drool went from her mouth to the gag a short distance and then broke. Jeanette worked her jaw a bit and then to shore up her own bravado, her own courage, she glared at him.

"You can't do this to me, you'll never get away with this. If you let me go now, I promise not to tell anyone." Jeanette said, not realizing that nearly everyone said the same thing, made the same promises.

The man rose and moved to the door. "Wait." Jeanette called to him. "My hands, they're numb, help me, let me go."

The man closed the door leaving Jeanette alone. Then the light went out. Panic, real blinding panic set in now. The man watched the television in the security room as Jeanette wiggled around the room, finally working herself into a corner. Curling into a ball, and screaming for help, someone to help her. She couldn't see anything the camera had small lights that were not visible to the human eye. The screen showed green, but as bright as daylight for the man.

Jeanette's bladder was now in full protest, she couldn't remove her sleeping shorts with her hands behind her like this. There was no bathroom to use. She wept openly as she wet herself again. The humiliation, degradation, and animal like nature of sitting in a corner and peeing on yourself is horrible. As Jeanette did this, a tiny little piece of herself evaporated into the dark room. The training had begun.

After six hours of darkness, during which Jeanette alternately cried and called for help, the man returned. The lights came on first and Jeanette closed her eyes in pain at the sudden illumination. The door opened and she squinted at him, but kept silent.

"Slave J, the lesson is repeated. If you remain silent, your hands will be freed." The man said simply. He had changed his clothing. He wore no watch; Jeanette had no idea of the time or even of the day.

Jeanette clamped mouth shut; she had been bound like this for a day or more. Her hands were numb, and she worried that they would get gangrene or fall off soon. The man stepped forward taking a key from his pocket. Reaching behind her he released first one wrist and then the other. Jeanette tried to move her arms and they wouldn't move much, not quickly, and almost not at all. She felt the pins and needles of blood returning to her hands and shoulders and tears sprang from her eyes.

"Slave J, I am Master Devon, you may call me Master. You belong to us now, to do with as we please." Master Devon began.

Oh my God, he's insane. That was the first thought that entered Jeanette's head as she heard him say this. "You can't do this to me, you have to let me go." Jeanette said.

The man turned to the door and before he stepped out. "When I return, if you have learned to remain silent, you will be given food and water."

Screaming at the door and the camera Jeanette raged helplessly. Tugging at the chain, she tried to free herself from the wall. It was heavy, and connected by a lock. The chain to the wall was also secured. Welded to an eyebolt with a four or five inch metal disk around it. The wall was cinderblock, and when she rapped it, it gave no echo. It was solid, some sort of basement.

She was almost right, when Devon had been an apprentice; he had considered the original cells that the group was using. Cinderblock filled with cement, and had written a proposal recommending that the walls have pipes run through the cinderblock holes, and then filled with cement. This would allow the walls to be temperature controlled much better. By pumping hot water through the pipes, the prisoner could be made to exist in a sauna. Cold water through the pipes was also extremely effective. He showed the District Manager the Military Manuals. A person who is cold and wet will surrender mentally more quickly. The misery of this was extreme. It sapped strength, and will power. Even trained and disciplined people, who were expecting it, were often worn down in days instead of weeks by the use of cold. The biggest period of elimination from military training was when the subjects were cold, wet, hungry, and tired.

When Devon was moving into a lead role, his apprenticeship complete, the DM allowed him to oversee construction of the sub basement and the temperature control system. The system was very effective, and worked wonderfully to help the mind of the slave to accept the omnipotence of the masters. Devon's design was incorporated and all the other farms adapted his training technique. The success rate of initial behavior modification increased.

As a result, Jeanette felt her walls getting cold, very cold. She had no blankets, and only wore her t-shirt and wet shorts, no underwear. She shivered and moved away from the wall. She tried to wrap herself in the futon, but it didn't help. It was so cold; Jeanette was surprised she couldn't see her breath. Soon she was shivering violently and her teeth chattered uncontrollably. She got no rest, it wasn't quite cold enough for hypothermia to set in, and the camera monitored her closely. When she seemed to be getting sleepy, the room temperature was raised a couple degrees until the shivering was again painfully constant.

The security man at control watched Jeanette in one of the four screens in the main monitor. Devon's rules demanded that the subject be monitored constantly while undergoing the cold phases of their training. He didn't want the product spoiled by dying from a preventable situation. The control room could quickly adjust the temperature by adjusting the water flowing through the pipes, and the air flowing through the thin vents could be heated or chilled as desired. The camera gave estimated temperatures of the subject every few seconds via IR scanning technology, and the room was constantly monitored and adjusted to maintain a very cold, but not hypothermic subject.

Jeanette would rise and wave her arms and try and walk around the cell, but the chain would only allow her to move a few feet from the wall, not even all the way to the huge heavy door.

The security man raised the house phone and pushed the button to signal the similar device in Devon's room. When he got an answer he said simply. "She's begging now."

Jeanette was in the center of the room crying to the camera. "Please, I'm sorry, please, let me go. I'll be good, I won't tell anyone I swear." Jeanette collapsed onto the floor, exhausted and huddled in a small ball shivering violently. "I'm sorry." she said over and over again.

Huddled in the center of the room shivering with her teeth chattering painfully she continued to speak. "I'm sorry, Please help me, God I'm so sorry, please." She had endured twenty hours of temperatures cold enough to sap the strength of a healthy well-fed person. Jeanette hadn't eaten or had anything to drink in a day and a half. Her tongue was thick from thirst, her stomach complained. She was absolutely miserable, and would do anything, anything to be warm and get something to drink. Tears came hard now, her body turning the tear ducts off as it tried to conserve fluids. She just didn't have the moisture to make excess tears, so many having run down her cheeks already.

Slowly the room warmed, and her shivering slowed, and then stopped. She collapsed onto the futon finally. Not comfortably warm, but much more comfortable than she was before She fell into a troubled sleep. As she slept on the old futon pad her exhaustion complete, she subconsciously prayed for salvation.

She slept a few hours, and was awoken to the heavy door opening again. This time Master Devon had a tray, with three water bottles, and a bowl on it. "Slave J, we continue teaching you to be silent. If you remain silent you will be fed."

Jeanette sat up and rubbed her eyes. Her nose smelled food. It was food. There was water there. Clamping her jaw shut, she stared at the man with the tray. He nodded and set the tray before her. There was a small bowl of beef stew, and three bottles of water on the tray. Jeanette lunged at the tray, tearing the top off of a bottle and quickly draining it. Her body thanked her and she took the plastic spoon and began to shovel the stew into her mouth. She drank more water to wash it down, the stew was thick, and she couldn't remember anything tasting so good before.

Looking up she saw Devon had brought a camp chair inside the door and set it up. "Good I'll tell you a bit about where you are. We take people, and turn them into slaves. You are a slave now, you are being trained to please your master, when you complete your training, we'll place you with a master." She shoveled the food into her mouth as he talked. Far too soon, she was scraping the last tiny spots of gravy from the bowl.

Jeanette looked at the empty bowl, and wished for more food, opening the third bottle; she drank from it and listened to Devon.

"Slave J, you'll learn in time that all the things you think of as rights, are privileges. Clothing, food, sleep, we even give the air you breathe. We give you what you earn, by remaining silent today, you have earned food." Devon said.

Jeanette finished the third bottle, her thirst sated, her hunger lessened, but not satisfied Her stomach wanted more food, now.

"For now, you will not be asked question that require verbal answers. Your only answers are either shaking your head, which means no master, or nodding your head, which means yes master. Do you understand?" Devon asked her.

Jeanette made no move to answer him. She sat staring hate at him. Finally she couldn't resist any more. "You can't get away with this, you have to know that. You'll be caught, and punished unless you let me go right now."

Devon stood and approached to take the tray. Jeanette saw her opening and assuming he had a key in his pocket she could use to escape she lunged at him. Devon easily deflected her attack, and then struck her savagely knocking her to the floor with her face stinging with a bruise growing on her cheek and eye. Devon glared at her for a moment and said, "I guess that's not quite how you expected that little escape attempt to work out huh?"

Then Devon surprised her again. He pulled handcuffs from his pocket and wrestled quickly with the now determined woman. In a minute, she had handcuffs on her again, her hands locked behind her.

Sighing after the minimal exertions he had made he said to Jeanette. "I've gotten away with this as you say, more than four hundred times in the last ten years No one is looking for you Jeanette. You car was abandoned at a parking lot in New York. All the references to Hilton Head were taken from your apartment, and instead information about New York was left. If anyone does look for you, they will think you have just faded into obscurity in New York City, where people disappear all the time." Devon picked up the tray and the bottles and then walked to the door. Pausing only to pick up the camp chair Devon said to Jeanette from the doorway.

Then Devon put the chair down outside the door and closed it. Jeanette soon felt the walls getting cold again, and began to cry. Begging the camera, she cried and pleaded to be let go. She moved to the center of the room again, and huddled in a small miserable ball. The lights stayed on this time, and Jeanette became aware of only misery and exhaustion. She prayed that he was lying and that right now someone was looking for her, but she knew he was telling the truth, and no one was looking for her. No one knew she was here; no one was going to come and save her. She had to escape, on her own.

Jeanette decided she needed to play along, do whatever this lunatic wanted, until her chance to escape presented itself. No more leaping at him as he got near, that was stupid, and predictable. He was too strong to overwhelm like that, she needed a weapon, and more information on what the layout of this basement cell was like. She had no idea what was outside the door, and she needed to know how to get out of here. Her time to escape would come, she told herself, go along for now, and when it's time, make a break for freedom.

Jeanette had read sex stories online, and began to plan based upon what she had read. Her brow furrowed as she thought as fast as she could, shivering in the cold room. Focusing her mind on the planning needed to escape gave her something to do, something to keep her mind off the cold.

Devon sat chuckling in control. He was watching Slave J plot her escape. He knew that was what she was doing, because that was what they all did sooner or later.

Paul came into control while the Slaves downstairs were eating. Watching the screen for a moment he then turned to Devon. "She's plotting her escape?"

"Yeah, she thinks she's slick, and I'm all alone. She's already forgotten that two others took her into the room, she's only seen me for the last couple days, and has convinced herself I'm the only one keeping her here. She is operating under the idea that she's the only victim here." Devon said smiling. "Control, make sure to keep her in a double observation. I don't want her going suicidal on us when she figures out there is no escape."

The Control officer confirmed the order and set the computer to keep Jeanette's camera for a double display cycle.

Paul looked at Devon, the man was a genius, and truly enjoyed breaking into the minds of their slaves. Paul did it, and was good at it, but he wasn't in Devon's league.

Six hours later, Devon ordered the room warmed and allowed Jeanette to sleep a total of four hours before he entered the room again.

Entering holding another tray, this time with a bowl of chicken stew, he smiled largely as he saw Slave J stare at him, she was trying to appear compliant, but she couldn't hide the hate and anger in her eyes. "You're remaining silent, so you get food and water Slave J."

Jeanette's stomach rumbled painfully as she smelled the food. She struggled to remain calm as she saw the hated bastard staring at her. He approached, and set the tray down. Her eyes followed its movement, locking on the bowl of food that sat on the tray. Her thick tongue showed how thirsty she was. Devon leaned behind her and unlocked the handcuffs and pocketed them. Returning to the door, he got the camp chair and set it up,

Jeanette's arms were very sore, and her hands didn't seem to work as quickly as she wanted. She fumbled with the bottle, opening it and drinking deeply from the water. She tried to control herself, to maintain some dignity, but the food smelled so good. She swallowed half the water and then dove into the bowl with the plastic spoon. Holding the bowl up to her mouth, she shoveled the food in swallowing as fast as she could. She didn't know it, but this was the second meal she had been given in almost three days.

"Slave J, I'm happy to see you obeying." Devon said in an almost conversational tone. "I'm going to tell you that while I'm aware that you're playing along, pretending to obey, pretending to be compliant, I'm not fooled, and it won't work. Before you leave this floor for the next level, you'll be completely brainwashed and quite thoroughly tested, to insure that the programming is complete."

Jeanette looked longingly at the bowl, wishing for more food, she knew she was going to need more food to get her strength up and be able to escape when the time came. She drank the second bottle of water and remained silent, pretending to be obedient.

"You said earlier that I'll never get away with this, quite to the contrary, I've gotten away with this more than four hundred times." He shrugged. "It might be as many as a thousand times. It's so easy to lose count when you're in this business."

Jeanette told herself he was lying, told her self that he was just playing with her mind, and she knew she was the only one here, and the only one with her was him.

"I know you're playing along Slave J, because I've been doing this for almost twenty years now, since my 16th birthday, when I was recruited." Devon said calmly. "Would you like to know what's in store for you?"

Jeanette hesitated, and decided as long as she was playing compliant, obedient, she had to play as though she wanted what he wanted. Remembering to remain silent, she nodded her head slowly trying to hide the hatred in her eyes.

"We'll use a series if chemicals to lower your resistance, then we'll begin to program both your conscious and unconscious mind, programming you to want only one thing, to serve your master. When we take you upstairs, where you'll be given a bed, and regular food, you'll be taught the physical side of the service. You'll be used for our amusement, and we'll do things to you that will shock you now, but by then, it will make you very happy." Devon said smiling thinly.

He's lying, there is no we. He's alone here without anyone else to help him. If I can get his trust, I can escape, and I will escape. Jeanette told herself determined to remain in control.

"I know, you've read all those stories, we found them on your computer, and you think you can do what was written. You can fool us. You can wait and escape after you've earned our, or is it my trust?" Devon shrugged again. "No one escapes." Devon hesitated. "Well there was one who did, we buried him in the fields."

Jeanette bit her lip. He was being too understanding. Too certain, and it was affecting her own certainty that she could escape dramatically. She somehow knew he wasn't lying about burying someone in the fields.

Devon smiled and said. "I know, you want to hold on to your dream, that you'll be able to escape. You're afraid that I'll shatter that confidence you have." Devon rose and walked to the door and reached outside. He pulled a leather strap off of something outside the door, and came back to Jeanette. Kicking the tray aside he leaned down and connected it to Jeanette's collar. Then using the same ring of keys, unlocked her from the chain.

Pulling Jeanette to her feet, he pulled her arms roughly behind her and again put the handcuffs on her wrists. Jeanette was still determined to maintain her act. She wanted her freedom, and to get it would even pretend to accept his bindings.

Devon wrinkled his nose and cruelly said. "You stink, pissing all over yourself like some fucking animal. This room stinks." He turned and looked at the camera. "Send down V and G now."

Knowing that her plan was already a failure, Jeanette began crying and collapsed, her legs unable to support her.

Devon began to drag Jeanette behind him down the hall and into the shower room by her leash and collar. Sliding along the ground, Jeanette finally managed to get her feet under her. Devon pulled her to her feet by her collar and then took the now standing girl and moved her near the rack used to wash slaves in the cell phase. He then tossed the end of the leash over a bar suspended some seven feet above the floor pulling the leash tight; he ignored Jeanette's protests and her struggled breathing. A door opened on the floor and he didn't even break stride in his preparations.

Jeanette's vision was getting blurry, she was choking to death, and they were going to kill her. She tried to stretch her neck more, to give herself some more air. She needed air. Two nude women entered the room, they would help her. Struggling to say words Jeanette said a weak word. "Help." The redhead and blond didn't react at all. They both had short hair, the redhead's was perhaps four inches long and the blond was even shorter, about three inches of hair all over her head.

The women utterly ignored her, and this bothered Jeanette a lot. Devon issued instructions to the women, and they turned to carry the instructions out. G would clean the cell, and leave a bucket for Jeanette to use. V would clean this filthy animal up and make her appear like a proper slave.

V started with Jeanette's ankles. She put each into a large attached ankle shackle, and then Devon let some slack into the leash. He tied it off quickly and expertly Jeanette could breath now, but she was held in place by the leash, and her legs were spread more than shoulder width apart. Jeanette cried and screamed.

"Let me go, let me go, stop, don't do this, please just let me go. Why are you doing this to me? You have to let me go. Please somebody, God, please help me." Jeanette wailed.

Devon approached and held a powerful set of hair clippers, Grabbing a handful of hair from the top of her head, he quickly and efficiently shore the rest around his hand then he gripped her chin and held her firm as he shaved the rest of her hair off. Jeanette wept and wiggled trying to get free, she was utterly violated and humiliated. She felt like she had been raped already, the hair being cut from her head was her identity, her self.

Devon next cut her clothing with child's safety scissors, and then tore the rags from her leaving her completely nude before him. Jeanette tried to turn away, to hide her nudity.

"Slave V, bathe her, use cold water, and the stiff brush." Devon ordered

Jeanette cried out as water that was ice cold sprayed over her. She shrieked as her nipples contracted to hard nubs from the effects of the cold, goose bumps rising all over her body. Next without a word V approached with a buck full of soapy water, and a scrub brush with stiff bristles. At first, Jeanette thought that it was a wire brush it hurt so badly. Even after she looked at it, she couldn't believe that it wasn't a wire brush. The pain and humiliation of being scrubbed down like this was almost more than she could bear, and for a moment, she teetered on the edge of insanity. Soon she was cleaned and rinsed off.

"So you try and fool Master. You think you can plan to escape, now it's time to be punished." Devon said calmly holding a long thick leather strap attached to a wooden handle.

"Fuck you bastard." Jeanette said in rage and humiliation. Then the beating started.

Her hands, still secured behind her blocked a small part of her ass, but he pulled them roughly up to make sure he got that part too. He beat her all over, from head to toe. Jeanette screamed and cried and called for help. It made no difference. He smacked her thighs front and back, and her calves. He beat her abdomen, and her arms. He swung the strap in a well-practiced manner, and he made sure not to miss a single inch of her flesh. He beat the insides of her thighs, and when the strap connected with her breasts Jeanette passed out from the shock and pain.

While she was unconscious, she was given an injection in the back of her shoulder. It was to prevent her from getting pregnant for at least six months. After that, she would need another injection to insure she didn't get in the family way. This shot would see her through training, and not much more.

Waking sometime later, Jeanette was amazed to find she was alive. Then she was disappointed that she was alive, because the pain hit her at that moment. She was in agony. Every inch of her body hurt badly. Her arms were no longer bound behind her, but she was naked, chained to the wall, and she hurt so badly.

Sitting in the camp chair by the door, Devon shook his head. "The next lesson is simple. If you want food, when I enter next time, kneel on the ground, holding your right wrist with your left hand, and keep your head down, looking at the ground If you aren't doing that tomorrow, then no food or water again."

No one came Devon didn't come again, not for two days, but Jeanette who had no track of time, had no idea how long it had been, wondered if it was months. Now, boredom entered her life. She tried to sing songs, but she didn't know the words to some that she thought about. She cried and begged to be let go, to be fed, for someone to help her. She would run her hands over her razor stubble on top of her head. She would cry and feel miserable. Knowing it would take months; even years for her previously owned shock of beautiful hair grew back.

She had nearly given up hope that someone would come with food and water when Devon appeared again with a tray of food. Jeanette saw him and moved her bruised flesh to a kneeling position, and managed to get her hands behind her as he had told her to. Her tongue was thick with thirst, and Devon opened the first water bottle for her. Jeanette felt gratitude at this act of kindness, and part of her knew that was what this sadistic man wanted her to feel.

"Slave J, eat and drink, then we'll begin your training in earnest." Devon said.

Jeanette ate the stew, and drank all the water, again hoping for more. Wanting so much more food. Hunger is another one of those things that saps a person's will power.

After Jeanette had eaten, Devon stood her up and shackled her hands behind her. Jeanette didn't resist, her muscles ached from the bruises too much for any resistance. Her entire body was marked with bruises, and they all hurt so badly. Devon unlatched the chain to her neck, and attached a leash to her collar. Jeanette felt like she was a dog, and felt the outrage. The outrage was muted by the fact she was manacled and hobbled. If she wanted to protest, or fight, she really couldn't not yet anyway. Not until her bruised flesh had healed from the last beating he had delivered. Then she might be able to resist.

Devon led Jeanette to the Chair room. Jeanette was near panic tears rolling down her cheeks as she was forced into the chair, her arms and legs were quickly secured with heavy straps. Jeanette broke the silence rule then.

"What are you doing to me? Please, let me go. Just let me go." Jeanette wailed, finally going silent as Devon forced a gag into her mouth. Jeanette found her head secured to the rest designed to immobilize her head. She tried to turn her head and couldn't. Next straps were run across her body, keeping her from any movement.

Jeanette's panic truly welled up inside as she had her eyelids clamped open with a shiny metal device. A needle was inserted into her arm and Jeanette felt fluids run slowly into her vein. Jeanette tried to thrash her way from the straps holding her. It was useless; there was no escape from the chair.

Jeanette felt herself getting drowsy. She tried to fight it, and glared hate at Devon as he attached medical contacts to several points on her head. Then Jeanette felt herself getting extremely drowsy.

A device like a pain pump was next to her arm, much larger than any she had seen before.

This was part of the machine. A Computer Controlled Consciousness Level Monitor. Naturally, it was not called that, Devon and the trainers simply called the machine Sandman

The drugs that were in the pump consisted of six separate sedative compounds. Each would suppress a different part of the mental process, combining to make Jeanette an open container for programming. Sandman would test her reactions to each of these compounds, tracking which ones were more effective in suppressing her negative reactions.

Sandman in the basic sense was currently in extended testing for the FDA. Anesthesiologists were excited because the machine would allow them to determine the exact consciousness level for a patient. The Vassal Group had their software engineer create a program that would track not only the consciousness, but also the mental resistance of the subject.

Additionally Sandman would flash categorized pictures and video as well as text messages on the screen before the eyes of the subject. In short, Sandman brainwashed the subject.

Jeanette spent the next four hours teetering on the razor sharp edge of consciousness. Sandman was tracking her exact consciousness level ten times a second. Sandman used the attached electroencephalograph to specifically track the subject's areas of brain activity, specifically charting Jeanette's brain zones that seemed to control outrage, disgust, fear, and every other emotion. This feedback to the machine would help it to determine when Jeanette had been properly programmed.

Sandman also tracked her positive reactions, but those would be more important later, when she had been properly conditioned. To insure that the conditioning was successful she would spend hours in the chair being tested, her resistance charted.

During her first session, Jeanette had pictures of flashed before her eyes; the machine would wait until it had her reaction, if any charted. Pictures of kittens and puppies, flowers and seashores were used to help determine the positive reactions. Video of slaves being bound, beaten, tortured helped track Jeanette's negative responses. Devon monitored the entire process, watching the machine, and Jeanette.

After Sandman had tracked her responses for four hours, it began to calculate the most effective method of eliminating the negative reactions; it would do this for many hours. Going over the data again and again until it had a finely calculated profile of the subject.

Devon supported Jeanette as she tried to walk, the sedatives making her movements lethargic and sluggish. He helped her lay down on the futon pad, and then left her in the cell.

Jeanette slept for a while, letting the drugs run out of her system. She tried to force the images out of her mind, and understand what they hoped to do to her. The stories she had read online were always kind of kinky, kind of sexy in a strange sort of way. The idea of having no control over your life or of just letting yourself go had a certain appeal. The reality on the other hand was horrible. They came when they wanted, did what they wanted to her, and she was completely powerless to stop them. That machine had obviously done something, it had showed her pictures of extremely degrading sex acts sandwiched between pictures of kittens and smiling couples. Jeanette had no idea what that machine hoped to accomplish, but she was terrified of it, and what it might do to her.

As Jeanette sat and considered what she had seen, she realized they were brainwashing her. Forcing herself to be strong, to resist them. She looked at the camera in defiant outrage and fury. "Fuck You. I'll never be brainwashed by some fucking machine. You'll never get me to do those things. Fuck You." She screamed as she tugged at the chain, trying to get it loose.

In reality, she was scared, really scared, that machine had relaxed her so completely that she was afraid that it would do just what they wanted. They were going to brainwash her and turn her into some robot. As her rage ran out, Jeanette collapsed on the mat and wept in sorrow. "Please let me go. Just let me go. Let me go let me go let me go let me go."

Devon glanced up from the detailed results of her tests to look at the monitor. Jeanette was doing everything pretty much on schedule. Turning back to the screen he re-read the resistance numbers. She had a very high resistance to one of the most effective drugs. That was interesting; it meant she would be in the chair for an extra few days, but otherwise, not really a problem.

The schedule called for Jeanette to eat daily now, she needed the nutrition to survive the chair Devon made a note to add a nutritional supplement to the IV, and she wasn't going to be eating today. If he entered the room, she wouldn't be silent, much less kneel before him.

Turning to the screen, he watched as Slave V started the triple training. Two men fucked her cunt and her ass, while V licked a female trainer. V would be up for some more training, ending with her marathon test, and once passing all of those tests, she would be shipped to the auction house. Carla's reactions indicated that despite the pounding of two cocks in her at once, V was still able to focus on pleasuring the master before her. Good.

Devon left control and went to the training floor. Devon needed to test T to make sure he was ready to graduate from basic oral arts. T had been resistant to the skills training, and Devon had every intention to turn T into a good little cocksucker. T had a big dick, and had responded to arousal training well.

Jeanette wept on the futon until she fell asleep. Her programming had begun, and she was terrified that they would come back and shove her into the chair again.

Devon still had to finish the report on Slave K, who had gone catatonic. He forwarded her training records to show that only normal procedures had been used. While it was expected that a certain number of slaves would go catatonic, this one had been responding well. She had arrived three weeks before Jeanette, and by all rights, should be ready to ascend to the training floor. Instead, she had simply withdrawn, gone insane, and gone into her own mind. No stimulus had broken her out of it once Security realized she wasn't moving at all. Devon had reviewed the tapes, and Security had caught it in the first twenty minutes. Devon himself had tried to snap her out of it, but nothing would. He had personally injected her with the drug to stop her heart. A gunshot while faster, was also noisy and could create a spoiled batch of slaves. The drug was quick enough, once he pushed the plunger, she had but a couple seconds left to live.

Jeanette was alone and waiting for almost a day before they came for her again. Jeanette was taken to the chair struggling wildly. Then the day after that, there was less of a struggle. Each day it was becoming easier and she was in the chair longer. Three weeks this torture continued. Each time, she was in the chair for longer, each time she tried to resist it, and each time she left a little bit more programmed.

There were several beatings thrown in during the weeks, almost like a pattern. Chair, beatings, showers, beatings, then back to the chair. Part of Jeanette understood that the beatings were intended to keep her in pain, unable to resist, wanting the bliss that was the drugs. At least while she was hooked to the machine, she didn't hurt. That was part of the psychological approach. The only relief she knew, was in the machine. The drugs took the pain away, and when she relaxed, the programming was taking place.

After each session Jeanette would numbly follow Devon to her cell and was almost happy to be safely inside it again. At first, she would cry for a long time curled into a ball. Devon watched her on the television, nodding to himself. Jeanette was finding safety where she had known fear now, soon she would start to be socialized, her body becoming something that others used, and Jeanette would learn to appreciate that use.

Jeanette wept and wondered if she should give in, chuck it all and just go insane. She was tired of being in pain, drugged, and sick of being lonely all the time.

That thought, the realization that she was lonely surprised Jeanette, why would she be thinking of being lonely now? I'm all alone in this cell; no one comes to see me, only Devon. Master Devon she corrected. He comes to see you, and tries to tell you what is going on. Jeanette felt relief flood through her as the door opened again, she struggled into a kneeling position, hoping for more food. Devon was standing there, and Jeanette knelt as she had been instructed. Hands behind her, wrist held in her hand.

Devon came and squatted before her. He looked into her eyes, and then reached out and caressed her face gently. Then he put the tray of food before her, and stepped back. Jeanette ate and drank quickly trying not to upset Devon, if she did, he wouldn't come back soon. She was starving to death, and she knew it. By her estimation, which she knew wasn't accurate; she ate perhaps once a day. Time had no meaning; she had no way of measuring time. Devon was always dressed differently when he came down, but that could mean that more than one day had passed between visits.

After he had left, taking the empty tray with him. Jeanette considered the caress. She had been surprised by it. She hadn't flinched, the surprise was too complete it was over before she could react, and then the food was there. She ate quickly, trying to understand what she was feeling. The stories she had read online said the victim felt sympathy, even gratitude towards the criminal. Some kind of psychological thing, a syndrome. Jeanette tried to remember where she had heard about some syndrome, and was immediately frightened.

Her memory, it wasn't there. She tried to focus on faces of people she worked with, they were not as sharp as she thought they should be, there were only a few faces, almost no names that she could remember. Mom, she tried to remember her Mother a vague face came from her memory. Teachers from school, impressions only, nothing else. What had happened to her memory? What had happened to her memory of before?

Jeanette sat and considered, and tried to think about things from before. Gilligan's Island, she could remember Gilligan's Island. Jeanette tried to sing the song about the trip, but couldn't remember the words. She sat on the futon and sang "With Gilligan, the Skipper too." Over and over again she sang those simple words. She was willing herself to remember more song. She tried to remember a single show, from beginning to end. In the end she passed out exhausted, and slept in the cell.

Devon watched her on the screen; she was losing her sense of self now. Soon, she would not remember that there was anything she had forgotten.

Jeanette's life became a blur. Often she merely sat and waited for the next arrival of pain, food, or the humiliating and agonizing showers. The sessions in the chair were varied with her other tortures. She was beaten for disrespect when she had not nodded her head in response to a question. She was beaten for being prideful when she had instinctively covered herself with her hand when Devon had started to look at her closely. She was beaten for a number of reasons. Her sense of self was eroding, she had to sit and think to remember that she even had a name from time to time Once she had sat frowning for over two hours, and then suddenly shouted out. "My name is Jeanette."

Devon beat her when she didn't answer that her name was Slave J later.

Jeanette heard the door open, and she automatically moved to her kneeling position, her right wrist held in her left hand. Her face turned downwards from Devon. She had been fed earlier, and been bathed yesterday, so she assumed that this time it was a beating. She had once cringed away when he had moved to beat her, and he had beaten her even longer, and this time the safety valve of passing out hadn't helped. Devon had tossed water on her, waking her, and then gone back to beating her more.

Jeanette didn't move, didn't flinch, she waited. Devon spoke. "Slave what is your name?"

"Slave J. Master." Jeanette said.

Adding the Master had taken two sessions with the punishment strap, but she had learned. It wasn't that hard to say, and wasn't worth the pain of not saying it. She had learned, finally. Now, she didn't hesitate, she didn't consider it, she just did what she was told to do.

Back to the chair now for a marathon training session. Jeanette's personality was being overwritten Step by patient step Devon was eliminating all evidence of Jeanette, and instead programming Slave J to obey, and serve, the master. 12 hours later, he led her from the chair to her cell where she collapsed onto the futon. The computer had said no resistance had been detected during the last three sessions, and that meant she was viewing images of slaves being used, clips of oral, and even anal abusive sex, and not rebelling from it any more. She didn't view those tasks as disgusting, at least not at the moment.

The programming was done with the latest in scientific methods. The computer constantly adjusted the sedative cocktail. The machine called sandman could keep her balanced on the razors edge of consciousness. Jeanette was programmed to accept her master, accept the master's love. Videos of ejaculating cocks were shown with the message take your masters love. Jeanette's brain was warped over the weeks of her training in the chair. She was trained to believe that a master only gave love. Be it a beating, an orgasm, ejaculated semen, or even urine. It was all love that was given to her, the slave.

Now, it was time to begin the physical training. Her mind was programmed reality of service and obedience. Now, her body had to be trained to perform the actions needed to get those examples of love. When Devon next entered, J moved automatically to the kneeling position, grasping her right wrist in her left hand.

"Today is a big day for you Slave J, you are going upstairs for the next phase of your training." Devon said.

Jeanette looked up at this. Upstairs, a promised land of regular food, and a bed. A dream world of pleasures beyond imagination like showers where she wasn't washed with a scrub brush.

Jeanette smiled at the thought and looked at him with hope in her eyes, afraid to say or do anything for fear of losing it now.

Devon moved forward and released her from the neck chain, and connected the leash to her collar Jeanette didn't flinch, that had been beaten out of her too. Then she was told to stand, and after she did, joy of all joys, her ankle chains were removed and set aside. Part of her knew that Master was pleased with her to give her such joy.

She gratefully followed Devon down the hall and through a door she hadn't seen opened before. Up a set of stairs to another basement level. This time she was shown to a room with a blond woman in it. There was no door to the room, it was merely a doorway, and in the room were two beds, with one sheet, and a blanket on them. When they entered the Blond woman who had been sitting on the bed jumped off the bed and knelt as Jeanette had been taught to.

"Slave L, this is Slave J, as Slave V taught you, you are to teach her. You are her mentor, and responsible for insuring that she gets where she needs to when she is supposed to be there."

"Yes Master." Slave L said.

Devon turned to Jeanette and removed the leash. "Slave L will assist you in getting acclimated to this floor. Masters will come and take you to your lessons. Obey them as you would me Slave J."

Jeanette nodded.

"On this floor, you are expected to say Yes Master and nod." Devon said.

"Yes Master." Jeanette said nodding.

Devon nodded and again caressed her cheek. Turning he left the room. Slave L stood and approached Jeanette and said. "Welcome to the training floor. Here you'll learn how to service your Master."

Jeanette nodded and then looked around. It was a blissful room by comparison to the cells downstairs. There was someone here, they could talk or just sit and be near one another. There was a bed, a twin sized bed, with a sheet and a blanket just for her. Jeanette hadn't had so much around her in a very long time. Sometime before, before she had more, that was something that she was sure of. Yet she couldn't remember too much about that. She was excited and frightened.

Excited at being somewhere other than the cells. Frightened because if she upset Master, she would be back in the cells. Looking around, she saw a camera over the door, and knew Master was watching, Master would always be watching.



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Chapter 2


Jeanette had been taken to the promised land of upstairs. For the last five weeks, she had endured humiliating and degrading punishment in the cells, while Sandman, the computer worked to erase her memory of anything before her arrival here, and to program her to serve the Master. Master would show he or she was pleased by giving Jeanette love in the form of ejaculations or other gifts. Jeanette stood in the room, Master Devon having departed only a minute or two before, and stared at the bed, she had been on a futon downstairs as long as she could remember.

Her roommate L stood next to her smiling, her blond hair about four inches long, and other than her black nylon collar, completely nude.

Before they could begin to talk, or discuss anything a voice interrupted Jeanette's consideration of the luxuries she had here.

"Slave J." A mans voice said behind her.

Jeanette whipped her head around, and it was a man, dressed in clothing, which meant he wasn't a slave. Jeanette gasped and dropped to the kneeling position. She lowered her head and prayed she had moved quickly enough to satisfy him.

"Slave J, come with me, I'm taking you to your next class." The man said simply.

Jeanette stood and moved to him, and followed the man down a hallway, turning twice, he opened a door and gestured her through.

Jeanette entered and waited for him to strap her to a chair. That was all that had ever happened when she entered doors before today.

"Paul, I see you have her here on time. Excellent." A woman's voice said. "I'll take it from here, and return her when we're done. She's my last today."

Jeanette hesitated. Was this woman a Master? Paul left and closed the door behind him. Jeanette was trembling in fear, afraid of making a mistake, and being sent downstairs again

"What's wrong Slave J?" The woman asked.

Jeanette looked around like a cornered animal and said. "Master, or I'm sorry, I don't know what I'm supposed to do."

"I am Mistress Carla, and I am the equivalent of a Master, that means I'm the same as any of the masters to you." She said calmly.

"Mistress, Yes Mistress." Jeanette said and immediately knelt before Mistress Carla.

"Among other things, I'm going to teach you some ballet." Mistress Carla said.

Jeanette frowned. She remembered something about ballet. Sometime a very long time ago, long before, she had wanted to be a ballerina. This was something she barely remembered

Jeanette spent the next two hours learning basic positions by the lash of a whip. She would be shown a pose, and then corrections were made by the snap of a riding crop. Jeanette had tears in her eyes from the sting of the lash, and tried very hard to please Mistress Carla. Jeanette knelt and opened her mouth in a pose Carla had dictated Jeanette learned that moving smoothly from one position to another, quickly but with grace, were expected. She did so time and time again to the direction of Mistress Carla.

After Carla had her strike another pose, Jeanette waited for the lash and was surprised to find it didn't land.

"Better Slave J, much better. You'll do fine in this course. Come with me, I'll return you to the room now." Mistress Carla said.

"Yes Mistress, um, Mistress?" Jeanette said.

"Yes Slave J?"

"Mistress, am I allowed to ask a question?"

"Yes, first ask permission to speak, then if you are granted the permission, then ask your question." Mistress Carla said. This re-enforced the training that Jeanette had received downstairs. It would be as if you had a child who had been taught the alphabet, and now you were teaching it to read.

"Mistress, may I speak?" Jeanette said.

"Yes Slave J."

"Mistress I have two questions, first am I permitted to thank you?" Jeanette asked.

"Yes, it's encouraged to be grateful towards your Masters." Carla said. "Second question?" Again Carla re-enforced the training received downstairs. Receive Master's gift, and be grateful for masters gift.

"Mistress, where am I supposed to ... Um go?" Jeanette asked.

"Ah the bathroom. Yes, that is an excellent question. As far as I know you aren't restricted right now, so come with me." Mistress Carla said.

Jeanette followed the Mistress and was shown a door. "This is a slave bathroom. You'll find that both men and women use it, quickly. Your room is two doors down that way on the left. Slave L may be in there." Mistress Carla said. "Use the bathroom, and I'll trust you to return to your room quickly without my supervision."

Jeanette nodded and said "Yes Mistress." She hadn't been trusted to do anything. While this wasn't a difficult task, using the bathroom and then dashing to her room some fifty feet away, it was a first for her. For as long as she could remember, she had been using a bucket. Squatting over it and feeling diminished because of that.

Jeanette swallowed and quickly entered the bathroom with a mixed feeling of pride and joy. Jeanette found it empty and quickly went to one of the five toilets. She was not surprised to find it had no walls around it for privacy. No screening for a slave. Jeanette turned and sat down and emptied her bladder. There was a roll of toilet paper here, a luxury she hadn't had in a very long time. Tears came to her eyes as she enjoyed the luxury of wiping herself after using the toilet.

Flushing the toilet Jeanette washed her hands with soap, in warm water. Jeanette was ready to cry from the sheer pleasure of this simple task.

Remembering the instructions from Mistress Carla, Jeanette hurried to her room and turned into it. Slave L wasn't there, and Jeanette wasn't sure it was her room after all. The first room she passed looked exactly the same, two small beds, nothing else.

Jeanette backed out and looked at the wall to see if some mark was there. Jeanette supposed there must be a number or something to remember. On the wall was a hand-lettered card held in a small frame. It said Slave L and the second card said Slave J. Jeanette almost wept seeing her name on a room with so much luxury just down the hall from the civilized articles like a toilet and toilet paper. She went and sat on her bed, and waited for L to come for her.

She didn't have to wait long, L entered a few minutes later. "J, great, have I missed first meal?" L said on entering.

Jeanette shrugged and said. "I don't know, I haven't eaten."

L sat on her bed and asked. "What class did you have?"

"Ballet, are we allowed to talk about it?" Jeanette asked afraid.

"Yes, we can. OK, do you need the bathroom? I remember the misery of the cells downstairs It's awful, I hated it worse when they sent me back down as punishment" L said.

"You went back down?" Jeanette asked afraid. This seemed to confirm the threats that existed, if you misbehave, you are sent back to the cells.

L sat next to Jeanette and said. "Yeah, twice. The last time they didn't feed me for so long I almost couldn't get up off the mat when they came in. I was helped because I was struggling to obey. If you are trying to obey, they give you a little slack. Always try your hardest, it's so much better when you do."

"What did you do to get sent back down?" Jeanette said terrified of the thought.

"I didn't accept masters gift of love." L said. "I accept it gratefully now and always will." L had a tear in her eye and wiped it away. "I'm afraid if I go back down again, I thought I would die down there. Master was displeased with me."

Jeanette swallowed hard. She was programmed that her first duty, her first desire, was to please Master. The idea of displeasing Master was horrible. The very idea was absolutely horrifying. She stared at L, and wondered what L had done to displease Master. This was a frightening thought, and one that terrified her.

A voice came from the hallway interrupting her thoughts. "Slaves: move into the hall and line up."

Slave L was moving and Jeanette followed. Arriving in the hallway she saw perhaps a dozen people lined up and waiting. Jeanette followed L and waited in line. Waiting was something she had gotten good at. Jeanette noticed some of the slaves were indeed men. Three of them were lined up ahead of her. They wore collars and were otherwise nude, just as she and L were.

The one difference that Jeanette had noticed was hair. Jeanette had body hair, a lot of body hair. She hadn't shaved, or been shaved in at least a month. She not only had her normal public hair, but hair in her armpits, and her legs were hairy enough that it might be suspected that she was wearing pants. No one else appeared to have any hair, and none of them paid any attention to hers. Jeanette wondered about this, and resolved to question L. As she opened her mouth, Jeanette noticed something else. No one in line was speaking. Jeanette had already noticed that L had more hair on her head than Jeanette felt she had. In fact, everyone had different lengths of hair. Some were much longer; others were not much longer than Jeanette's own hair.

"Slaves, follow me." The voice called. Jeanette couldn't see him She followed L, who was following another and so on. The line wound it's way around several turns and then stopped. Jeanette waited, and then the line eased forward slowly. Every few seconds, the line would inch forward. Soon Jeanette found herself following L through a doorway where a line was set up cafeteria style

Taking a tray from the pile, Jeanette followed L though the line taking one of everything at the end of the line were steel spoons. Jeanette stood and looked at it for a while, shuddering at the surreal experience of all the food and now silverware

"It's OK J, really. I know it's hard, we've all been through it." L said from behind her.

Jeanette turned and had tears in her eyes and a smile on her face. "I never thought I'd see this, any of this, again." That was completely true, she had dreamed of the day when she would have food, and toilet privileges, and someone to be with. Just to be with someone, to have someone near to fill the empty hours with. While she was alone in the cells, and hungry, she had dreamed of having someone inside the cell with her, sharing the misery. She seemed to instinctively know that if someone else was there in the cell with her, the misery wouldn't be so bad.

L nodded understanding.

Jeanette took the silverware and a bottle of water. Jeanette followed L feeling very self-conscious at being nude in front of so many people, but they were nude too. Jeanette was so hungry she was really trying to focus on the food.

She stopped when she saw that there were tables, picnic type of tables, and everyone was just sitting around eating. While they were eating quickly, they were just sitting and eating. She followed L and sat next to her, scared. Jeanette had been in solitary for a long time, her only visitor was Devon, and now she was surrounded by people Terror gripped her as she sat and just looked around. She had dreamed of having one person there with her, not so many. Everywhere she looked, there was someone busily eating. She felt claustrophobic, although she didn't put a name to her fear.

"J, it's OK, we're all like that when we get out. The crowd, it takes some getting used to. V helped me get over it, I'll help you, and you'll help the next one." L said gently next to her.

Jeanette turned to her and L saw tears in her eyes. "I can't do this."

L saw the terror in Jeanette and was suddenly afraid. J can't be allowed to go catatonic the result of that was death. Everyone knew it. J was about to have a reaction that would about guarantee that she would get sent back down there. "J you have to do this, it's the only place we're allowed to eat. Slaves eat here." L said slowly.

Jeanette kept looking around, and then she did something she hadn't done in a long time, she moved her arms to cover herself.

L reached out to J and held her. L grasped J's chin and turned her head to stare into Jeanette's eyes. "Look at me J, look at me. Listen to me No one is thinking about you, no one. We're all here together, in this together. We're all slaves, we're your friends, but you have to stay here with us too. J, you can't leave yet. Focus on me, look at me, don't look at anything or anyone else."

Jeanette started to calm down, staring into L's eyes. Nodding slightly she slowed her breathing.

"Eat your food, do it right now, don't think about anything, keep your mind clear, you're here to eat, do it now." L said.

"L has a lot of potential, possibly as a trainer." Devon said in the control room several floors up.

"I agree, J's ready to panic, and L focused her. Excellent. L just saved her from another week downstairs." Carl said.

Jeanette focused on the food, and every time she started to look up, or around, L would call her attention back to the food. Jeanette ate quickly and then followed L back to the room

In the room Jeanette huddled on the bed, L sat next to her. "J it's OK, really. We don't have doors because we're always on display anyway. Door's are to keep us in, and we've got no where to go."

Jeanette tried to remember about before; she made a point of this exercise every day. She couldn't remember her name again. Each time it was harder to remember she had a name, and what it was.

"J, what are you thinking?" L asked watching J obviously strain for something inside.

"What's your name?" Jeanette asked.

"What? I'm Slave L, remember?" L asked confused and worried.

"No, your name, from before." Jeanette asked. "I know I have one, I can't remember it."

"Before doesn't matter J, only now matters. I don't have a name from before, only my name now. I'm Slave L."

"Jeanette, I'm Jeanette."

"No, you're not." L said softly knowing what was going to happen next.

In less than five minutes Devon was at the door. "Slave's what are your names"

L who was kneeling on the ground already said. "Slave L Master."

Jeanette was still sitting on the bed and glaring at Devon for trying to take this away from her. "Jeanette." Knowing it was stupid, knowing this resistance was wrong. Knowing she would be punished didn't matter. She had to remember she was Jeanette. If she ever forgot it for good, she wouldn't ever have it again. She didn't want to lose it forever. She wasn't sure why this was important, Master said it wasn't but she knew it was important. She knew it was important to hold on to her name. She had no memories of before, only of what her duty was, her purpose was, but she had a name, and it was Jeanette. That was important.

L bit her lip and felt the pain that Jeanette was about to endure. Devon moved forward and Jeanette stood up and turned around for him, placing her hands behind her. She was going to be brave this time, resist and be brave and hold up and always remember she was Jeanette.

Devon clapped the handcuffs on Jeanette, and said to Slave L. "Report to Master Carl in training room five. Do so now."

L nodded her head and said "Yes Master." Then rose and hurried from the room towards training room five.

Jeanette held her head up; unafraid, uncaring about what was going to happen to her. She was Jeanette, and they couldn't take that from her.

After twelve hours of shivering in the cold cell, she wondered if her defiance was worth it. After she had been in there for 24 hours, huddled in the middle of the floor where it was marginally warmer, perhaps by a whole degree, she was broken again. Still the room didn't warm noticeably, although it had edged up a degree or so without her noticing.

Jeanette huddled and shivered, the room didn't have a futon mat this time, and she was defenseless against the cold. Her teeth chattered and she cried out to the camera. "I'm sorry Master Devon, I'm sorry. Please forgive me." She had been shivering for 24 hours in the middle of the cell, and was completely miserable.

After another twelve hours had passed, he room finally warmed slightly, and then a little more. As it warmed to normal room temperature, Jeanette fell asleep, another layer of her personality having been stripped away She had her name, but now she was more afraid of the cells, and misbehaving then ever before. Exhaustion carried her through twelve hours of sleep, and then another twenty-four would pass before Devon would appear, and bring her food.

Jeanette struggled to kneel at his feet, weeping openly. She was miserable, lonely, and utterly ashamed at having been bad in the promised land of upstairs. Her mind was in turmoil. Her mind had berated her more soundly than anything other than Sandman could. Her programming was now affecting her perceptions of life, of right, and wrong. It was wrong to displease master that was painfully obvious now.

"Slave J, I thought you were going to succeed at first, you managed to get through the meal. Then you struggled to remember something you had given up." Devon said sounding quite upset about this.

Jeanette sobbed. "Master, I'm sorry. Please, I'm so sorry Master"

"What is your name?" Devon asked.

"Slave J Master."

"Do you have any other name?" Devon asked.

"No Master." Jeanette shook her head vigorously. She would keep her name secret from everyone forever. It was important that she remember her name, and it was just as important that she never tell them again. Slave J trembled and looked longingly at the tray, knowing if she was good, she would be fed. If she pleased Master, she would eat, and drink, and be warm.

Devon gave her the food, and made mental notes about how to set the next session in the chair He needed to finish wiping her existence. Every time he thought he had it, she would dig deeper and find some kernel of herself before. Her resiliency was impressive. If he hadn't been dedicated to erasing that personality, he would have been tempted to reinforce it and make it incredibly strong.

Jeanette ate and drank the water happy to be kneeling at his feet and doing this. It felt good somehow. It was different, sure, but it was right somehow.

Two weeks later, after long and intense daily sessions with the chair, with the message altered to reflect her defiance. Jeanette was gone again. She was simply J, a slave.

She knelt at the feet of Devon and waited his command. Her one purpose in life was to serve the master, and do so with as much skill as she could manage. Only by completing the tasks given her by the master would she be rewarded with his love. Her single purpose was to please the master.

She had been in the cells almost continuously for two months. Her mind, body, and soul had been attacked systematically until her personality had simply evaporated. There was one kernel of herself hidden deep inside her mind. Only one, was missed by Devon, that one kernel, like the acorn that brings forth the mighty Oak was enough, if anything ever caused it to grow.

Slave J accompanied Master Devon upstairs, again manacled, and at the end of a leash. Slave J was led to a room with Slave L, who wasn't in at this time. Jeanette sat and waited on the bed, someone would come and tell her what to do when it was time.

Jeanette had no watch; no clocks were in these rooms. Time was measured in the here, and now, nothing about tomorrow or even the next hour mattered. Jeanette had no worries, she need only follow her instructions and please the master. That would bring her joy, to see the master pleased.

"Slave J." A man said in the doorway.

Jeanette glanced up and saw a man who was dressed. Jeanette immediately dropped to her knees and put her hands behind her.

"Slave J, follow me." The man said.

Jeanette rose and followed the man. Master Devon had told her that all of the Masters would participate in her training. She would obey them all, and if one gave an order, she would follow it to the letter.

The man led her to another room and opened the door. Jeanette entered and saw a medical table and large electronic instruments everywhere.

"On the table Slave J." The man said.

Jeanette moved to the table and climbed up onto it. She lay down and waited. Resistance was bad; it meant that she would be punished. She would be sent back down there. That was very bad, Jeanette was afraid of down there in the cells. Here was better. Here was a chance to please a master.

"Slave J, we're going to remove your hair now, it will hurt, for a couple days. During that time you won't be training, you will be on bed rest, and your meals will be brought to you. Your roommate will also be given time to care for you. Do you understand?" The man asked.

"Yes Master." Jeanette said a little worried. She was afraid of pain. However her programming was specific. If Master wanted her to have pain, it was her duty to accept the pain, and please master by taking it.

"I'm going to relax you so it doesn't hurt too much. It will only sting a bit." The man said giving her a shot in the arm.

Jeanette drifted a bit, not asleep, but not really conscious. She was aware of burning now and then on different parts of her body. They worked on both legs; her armpits really did sting when they worked that area. Bright light flashed now and then and seemed to be tied to the stinging that she felt.

Brian and Carl worked as quickly as possible, using the laser to remove the hair from Jeanette's body. This usually worked in one session, and was permanent. It meant that the future owner of this girl wouldn't have to worry about her getting a razor or needing to shave. She was already shorn.

They spread her legs and elevated her lower body. The stinging started again, and this time it was worse. Tears came to her eyes as the worked along her sex, and down the crack of her ass. Then they turned her over, and did the backs of her legs and the upper part of her ass. Jeanette was crying softly as they finished, the shot wearing off. She didn't move though, if the pain was what the master wanted her to have, she would have it.

"Slave J, you have done very well, I am very pleased with you." The man said.

"Thank you Master." Jeanette said in speech that was slurred, but understandable

"We'll take you to your room now." The man said helping her to her feet. Her skin was red and tender, like it was sunburned.

Jeanette walked slowly to her room, helped along by the man she didn't know. "Master, what's your name?" Jeanette asked.

"I'm Master Brian." The man said. He had been a medical student who had been flunked out of med school the last month for cheating on an exam. He could have gone to another school and redone the last year, but this offer came up and was much better all the way around. He performed minor medical procedures, and exams. He knew that his talents were not very good, so he was careful not to get in over his head. When a more experienced hand was needed, it was sent for. Brian knew when he had a good thing going, and any job that gave you all the pussy you wanted, as a perk, that was one hell of a job.

Brian held J's arm and thought ahead. When he was done dropping off Slave J, he had to go upstairs to the Master's level, and enter the medical information quickly. If he hurried, he could still be the one who did initial sleep testing with Slave C, who had just completed Cunt Preparedness training. It would be good to fuck that little number; she had a hot little body on her.

Jeanette reached her room and found L waiting on her own bed. L saw the Master and knelt before him.

"Slave L, Slave J is recovering from her hair removal, and will not be allowed out of the room except for bathing and the bathroom. You will attend to her. Do you understand?"

"Yes Master, Master Carl told me a short while ago." L said.

"See she is taken care of. If there is any problem, notify me immediately. You know where the clinic is." Brian said laying Jeanette down.

"Yes Master." Replied L.

"Slave J, you did very well, I am very pleased." Brian said again, reinforcing her pride in her service, it was the only defense she had against the pain. Pain meds were not allowed to be given to the slaves. Only muscle relaxing medications, which would prevent them from moving, and damaging the property.

The next two days were not fun, but they could have been worse, downstairs. Jeanette had L there to help her go to the bathroom; her skin was a bright red, like it had been burned in the sun.

Jeanette had been tired from the lack of sleep downstairs; her sessions in the chair had lasted many hours, once up to twenty hours. After that session, they had to carry her back to the cell, where she was allowed to sleep for six hours before being woken and taken back to the chair.

Mostly Jeanette slept, she was nearing exhaustion anyway, and so this was a good chance to catch up on sleep. L would wake her and give her meals on a tray, and that was OK, because it was similar to what she was used to. L would take the tray and return quickly

At some point, a voice called "Light's out Slaves, go to sleep."

Some time after that, the lights all came on, and Jeanette woke and followed L to the showers She felt like she needed one desperately. She walked behind L and found other slaves, men and women, washing themselves. Some were using one of the toilets that lined one wall. Others were brushing their teeth. Jeanette used an open toilet, voiding her bladder and bowels and then wiped herself. Moving to the Shower area next to L and set about her morning wash. L told her that there was enough time to do everything if you hurried.

Jeanette tried to hurry, but the water stung her skin which glowed red from the treatment Jeanette was now as bald as all the rest, no body hair anywhere on her. The cool water helped her; she had adjusted the temperature down to a soothing coolness, and remained a lot longer than the others.

Next she went to one of the six sinks, Jeanette saw there was a toothbrush and toothpaste on the ledge. Jeanette didn't consider that everyone who brushed at this sink used the same brush. She used it herself, and felt better, knowing that Master intended her to do so, and would be pleased that she had done it. Jeanette brushed her very short hair out and left the shower area returning to her room.

Returning to her bed, she lay down and just hurt. Slave L would talk to her about classes that were coming up, and things that Slave L had yet to do. Jeanette listened and knew what was being discussed. The training downstairs was very specific on her responsibilities in these tasks.

On the third day, Jeanette was woken as usual, lights turned on and the crowd moved to the bathroom There were just about a dozen slaves who used the bathroom in the morning. Jeanette had the morning routine down easily and was quickly done.

As Master Carl appeared in the doorway he waited a moment to allow the slaves time to kneel before him.

"Slave L, come with me." Master Carl said from the doorway

Jeanette started to rise and another man entered the room. "Slave J, come with me"

Jeanette rose and followed him. She entered another room, this one with a different type of table. A table with arms attached for holding her legs. Stirrups she thought to herself.

"Today you are going to learn to accept pleasure Slave J. First Master Brian will check to make sure everything is OK, then the pleasure starts." The man said.

"Yes Master." Jeanette said, and then got on the table as instructed. She felt strange for a moment when Brian entered the room and looked at her skin all over. Then he opened up her sex to view inside.

"Good Slave J, you're healing up perfectly. I am very pleased." Brian said.

"Thank you Master." Jeanette said automatically. She was happy he was pleased, every time she heard those words, or thought that now she had accomplished something that would please master, she felt gratitude, and a sense of accomplishment. She felt good when she heard those simple words.

The other man stepped up and he and Brian strapped Jeanette to the table, her legs to the stirrups and her arms above her head. An intruder was lubed and inserted into her sex. Jeanette twitched at this. Something was wrong a part of her mind said. Then the intruder was turned on. After strapping it into place, Jeanette couldn't wiggle it out.

It would vibrate up a scale, then pulse gently, and then part of it would spin within her. She shuddered and felt herself get aroused. Juices started to flow, and she relaxed into it, then it stopped everything. No movement, no vibration, no spinning. Jeanette was afraid it was broken and was about to speak when it started again.

"Slave J, it will be doing that from time to time, totally automatic. Relax and enjoy it, you've earned this Slave." Brian said and then put a gag into her mouth and connected the straps behind her head. Jeanette took it, without comment, or complaint.

The intruder would do its thing, starting and stopping, spinning and stopping. Pulsing and stopping almost at random. Whenever Jeanette got close to an orgasm, she would feel herself tense in anticipation, and it would stop. She was left right on the edge of an orgasm, needing one more nudge to go over. Never getting any satisfaction. Tears of frustration rolled down her cheeks as she strained trying to get some relief from the constantly changing stimulation she was enduring.

She was crying around her gag when Devon leaned down and whispered in her ear. "Why haven't you come from this yet? Do you think you can't?"

Jeanette nodded her head vigorously. She hoped he would help her, help push her over the edge. Master had to help her, she was trying to please him, and that's what he wanted.

"Slave J, you don't understand, your body belongs to us now, we control the orgasms, your body knows that, it's waiting for us to give it permission" Devon said.

Jeanette shook her head, she had begged for her orgasm to take her, she needed this climax She was nearly insane from it. She had demanded that her body just come and get it over with, and nothing had happened, except that she was left in the grips of the most intense arousal.

"Slave J, come for me now." Devon said softly. He hadn't touched her, hadn't adjusted any control. He just commanded her and she responded.

Jeanette bucked in the straps, her eyes rolled back into her head and white light exploded in her brain. She had the most powerful orgasm of her life strapped to that table Her muscles contracted on the table and stayed tense. The intruder stopped of course, and Jeanette tried to breathe again after her climax had started to subside.

"Slave J, come for me now." Devon said again.

Jeanette bucked again, her pelvis straining against the straps holding her. Her legs pushing and pulling on the stirrups. Her body ached from the constant straining of muscles Her exhaustion was nearly complete. She was so very tired now. Wearily she opened her eyes she saw Master Devon, he had given her that pleasure, that incredible pleasure. She loved him so much for that.

"Slave J, I know you have one more in you for me don't you? Come for me now." Devon said.

Jeanette passed out from the pleasure. She woke in her own bed sometime later. L was sitting on her bed smiling at her.

"I see you found the arousal room. It's incredible isn't it?" L asked.

Jeanette nodded. "Oh that was incredible. I thought I was going to die from frustration, and then Master simply spoke and I came like crazy."

"I arrived as he was putting you to bed, he said you had done a good days service" L said. "I was carried back too, and knew the signs." L smiled at her. "I always enjoy the days when I'm put on the arousal table."

Jeanette sat up and stretched and sighed. Thinking she was hungry, but knowing that food would come when it came. Nothing would be gained by asking for it, or about it.

She waited for a while, in reality it was a couple hours, to Jeanette, it had become a while She didn't think much, and there wasn't much to talk about. Slaves didn't have likes and dislikes; they had what they were told to do, and the time in between being told to do things.

"Slaves, in the hall line up." A voice called from the hallway.

Jeanette was prepared for the food this time. She knew what to expect, and was able to handle it more easily.

Again the food, simple fare, nothing special, but it was hot and there was enough given to her to satisfy her hunger again.

After the meal, no idea if it was breakfast, lunch, dinner, midnight snack. Slave meals were all the same. Jeanette returned to her room and waited. She lay on her bed and rested.

"Slaves, lights out" A voice called as it had every day. The lights were turned off, and L lay down on her own bed. Jeanette closed her eyes, and sleep overtook her.

The lights came on sometime later, and Jeanette followed L to the washroom. She had been here every day, and had the routine down. Men and women washed together. There was no difference in the sexes here. Somehow that bothered Jeanette, but she didn't have time for worrying about that. There was only a little time to wash and use the toilet before she was expected back in her room.

Arriving back in her room Jeanette found a female waiting for her. Jeanette immediately knelt before the woman.

"Slave J, I'm Mistress Rebecca. Come with me." The woman said and Jeanette quickly followed the woman to another room. This one had plastic replica of sex organs mounted on the wall, both male and female.

"Slave J, we're going to start to teach you how to please the masters. There will be male and female masters so you'll learn how to please both. These units are electronically wired to help you develop your technique. You will be shown what to do by the video screen at each station." Mistress Rebecca said.

Jeanette looked and saw a male slave working on a penis station. He was sucking the plastic cock and working hard at it.

Jeanette was shown to the first one, a life-sized plastic replica of a woman's thighs and pussy. A video screen above showed her where to stroke, and where to lick. When she would do something right another technique would be shown on the screen Hard, soft, fast, slow, deep and even the best way to lick a clit were practiced over and over again. The plastic didn't taste good, but didn't taste too bad either.

While she was working the plastic pussy, she was vaguely aware of the male leaving, and another female slave arriving. The female slave was shown to a different penis station and she began to lick and suck the cock. Differently than the man had, using different techniques

"Good Slave J, I am pleased. We can return you to your room now." Mistress Rebecca said.

Jeanette followed again her tongue ached from licking the plastic pussy for so long. Jeanette returned to the room and was only sitting for a short while when "Slave's in the hall, line up." Was heard and she followed the crowd, without L there, to the dining hall and she ate.

Returning to her room she had only sat down when a male appeared and led her to Mistress Carla.

"Slave J, first we'll review what you had learned, then we'll move forward." Carla said.

There weren't any pleasantries when dealing with a Slave, and they didn't expect any.

For the next two hours, she was coached into a variety of positions. Each one intended to please Master. Jeanette finished the class, and was returned to her room. Her days became blurs of activity. Sleep, eat, learn skills, and then wait. Some days she would be given tasks of cleaning this, or polish that. Change all the sheets in the slave rooms. She would perform the tasks as she had been told to. Quickly and without any complaint, she didn't see any reason to complain.

In the oral arts room, she mastered the basic techniques of pleasuring both a male and female. The screen would change and Green LED's would flash showing she had performed a technique properly. Jeanette became better, able to get the green LED's more easily as time and practice improved her abilities. Mistress Rebecca tell her that she was pleased, and then send her back to her room after a while.

In Ballet, she practiced her positions, and how to kneel gracefully. Mistress Carla would nod and give her the next instruction, watching as she performed the position. Jeanette understood that this all would be applied to sex one day, to pleasing her master. Yet no sex had been actually given. Jeanette knew she was expected to perform, and also knew she would when she was told to.

Master Carl took L to a class and Jeanette waited. Devon entered the room and said "Slave J, come with me."

Jeanette followed and entered a room with a chair and Devon went to sit in it. Jeanette had been trained by Mistress Carla to kneel gracefully before her Master when this happened. Jeanette did so.

"Slave J, you are graduating from basic skills today. We are all very pleased by your work this far." Devon said.

"Thank you Master." Jeanette answered.

"I want you to show me your oral skill." Devon said. "Slave mouth." The command was taught in Ballet. Upon that command, a slave would kneel and open his or her mouth and await the Master's Pleasure.

Jeanette approached him and opened her mouth, striking the pose taught her by Mistress Carla Devon opened his pants and presented his cock to Jeanette. Jeanette sucked it happily; this was a reward her mind had been taught. She had pleased the masters, and now she was getting their love. She licked and sucked it feeling it grow hard, and then after a while, start to swell. The electronic ones did this too, and a green light would indicate when she had stimulated the plastic cock enough to pleasure her master.

Jeanette's head bobbed up and down his shaft, wet with her spit, and Devon grunted as his cock began to pulse. Streams of semen entered her mouth and she sucked and swallowed it hungrily. When Devon stroked her face gently Jeanette licked the cock one more time and then eased away from it.

"Thank you Master." Jeanette said as she had been trained.

"You're welcome slave J." Devon said smiling at her. "Welcome to training level two."

"Thank you Master." Jeanette said again automatically. She meant it too, she was thankful they were pleased with her. She knew that new skills would be taught now. New challenges were sure to be presented to her, but that was also expected. Jeanette was trained to desire only one thing, pleasing Master.



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Chapter 3


As Jeannette began the second phase of her training, the days became more hectic. Jeannette was punished for not trying hard enough in Ballet, a first. She was told to walk smoothly across the room. She did so and was whipped back and forth across the room for the remainder of the class. Mistress Carla was not pleased.

Mistress Rebecca took her to the larger male unit training station, and Jeannette began working the unit as trained. The lights stayed red, more suction was needed, more pressure from her tongue. Everything was harder, and she tried, but still got punished from Mistress Rebecca for not accomplishing the Green light.

Jeannette was given dinner, and was very hungry by the time it was given to her. She returned to her room to find a master waiting.

"You need to learn how to sleep slave J, come with me." Master said.

Jeannette followed and was shown to another room. This one had a metal cage laying flat on the ground.

"When you're properly trained, and serving a master, they may allow you to sleep with them from time to time. This training guarantees that you lay quietly, and do not disturb the Master." Master said.

Jeannette said "Yes Master."

She was put into the cage and the light was turned off. Jeannette tried to roll over and was shocked by the cage. All night long she would start to drift off and in her sleep try to roll over or shift and would receive an electrical shock from the cage. In the morning, she hadn't had any sleep, and was very tired.

In the morning, she was released from the cage just as the lights came on across the floor. Master Paul took her to the showers, and did her morning routine. Upon returning to her regular room, found Master Carl there waiting for her.

"Slave J." Master Carl said.

"Yes Master." Jeannette answered.

"I have been waiting for you. You took too long this morning." Master said

Jeannette had been the last one out. She was tired and fumbling her movements, taking longer "I'm sorry Master."

Master Carl took her to the punishment room and beat her for a while. Jeannette accepted the punishment knowing she had displeased master.

The man took her to another room and put her on a table. Jeannette lay down and was strapped down again. "Your Master will want to use your cunt when he wants, and you must be able to get ready for him quickly."

"Yes Master." Jeannette said.

"We'll put a ring in your clit, it will keep you more aroused than you normally are. We'll also train you to get wet and open up on command." Master Carl explained.

Her clit hood was clamped roughly, and a ring was inserted through the piercing hole. Jeannette cried out in pain, and found it difficult to walk back to her room. It felt like her sex was bruised.

She arrived back in her room just in time to walk to get food. She finished the meal and returned to her room in time to find Master Brian waiting for her.

"I'm here to check the ring, and apply an ointment to it to speed healing" Master Brian said. "I have been waiting too long, you should hurry through your meals, Masters don't like to be kept waiting."

After getting the ointment, she was again taken to punishment and beaten by the strap again. She cried in pain and sorrow as Master Brian beat her. Next she was taken to oral arts again, and again put before the larger more difficult machine. She struggled to get the green lights, and managed to get it just as Mistress Rebecca was calling for her. Jeannette was nearly exhausted, and went to her room stopping by the bathroom, which was permitted, and had just sat down when slaves line up was called.

More food and return to her room, faster this time, even though walking hurt with her clit piercing. She had just sat down when Master arrived to take her to sleep training

Jeannette lay down in the cage, and this time she slept part of the night. Not all of it, but her body was learning not to turn over and move around. In the morning she was released and sent to take care of her morning toilet. She hurried through the routine, and got back to her room before Master Brian arrived to put ointment on her, she managed to avoid that punishment; Master was pleased at the healing of her ring.

After that, Jeannette was given the task of cleaning the bathroom, and shower rooms. She worked on them all day, and had them clean when Master arrived, and sent her to dinner He said he was pleased with the cleaning she had done.

After a week of being trained to sleep, she managed to sleep through the night, not moving an inch, and not getting shocked even once. She managed to walk across the ballet class without being whipped. She struck the poses that Mistress Carla wanted without being struck by the whip to correct her. She practiced and struck various poses, including cunt, which when accompanied by a hand gesture meant she was to lay down, spread her legs wide, pulling her legs out of Master's way. Another gesture meant she was to get on her hands and knees, and arch her back, preparing for Master to take her. Ass was similar, she would bow her back, allowing Master access to her asshole.

Then she got the green light on the more advanced male unit with time to spare.

Three more weeks had her reviewing and cleaning things while her ring healed. Finally Master Brian announced that her ring had healed, and she was ready to begin arousal training. The ring was already doing that of course, it tugged and pulled at her as she had it checked. Even this simple check would be enough to get her humid.

She was taken to a new class; Paul had her lay on a table and spread her legs. "Prepare your cunt to please your master." He commanded. Jeannette hesitated.

"Use your hand, get your cunt wet now slave." Master Paul said harshly.

Jeannette began to rub her cunt, and felt it getting damp, starting to stretch open.

"Time." Master Paul said and brutally shoved a medium sized dildo into her cunt. It wasn't ready, it wasn't open and it wasn't wet enough. The dildo drug at the sensitive vaginal skin instead of sliding across it. Jeannette cried out in pain as it was rammed into her.

Every day she had this test, and every day she failed it. The command was the single word "Cunt." When she heard that she was supposed to get wet and ready quickly, she couldn't pass this test. Her pussy ached, it was raw and sore.

After two weeks she feared this class like no other. She was humiliated and depressed that she continually failed Master.

She arrived behind Master Paul and found Master Devon waiting for her.

"Table Slave J" Master Devon said.

Jeannette lay on it and spread her legs wide as she was trained to do. "Cunt." Master Devon said.

Jeannette began playing with her cunt rapidly, afraid that master would be very unhappy with her. Terror gripped her heart as she realized that master would soon shove the dildo in her, and it would hurt badly.

Master waited and said. "Stop." Jeannette did stop as instructed.

Master felt her cunt and shook his head sighing.

"I know you're not frigid, but I think the problem is that you don't see the pleasure you get from this anymore." Devon said thoughtfully "You have failed at this too long, and it's beginning to affect you physically."

Jeannette remained silent, tears in her eyes the only sign of her fear, her terror of the task.

Devon leaned over and whispered in her ear. "Slave, I want to fuck your cunt. I want you to please me, give me what I want, I want to shove my big cock in your cunt." Jeannette shuddered in pleasure. Devon continued. "I want to give you my love, do you want my love slave?"

"Yes Master." Jeannette said breathily.

"From now on, when you hear the word Cunt, I want you to think of taking masters cock, of taking his love." Devon said as his probing fingers entered her pussy, feeling how wet she was now.

Jeannette waited and heard Master's zipper. He was going to give her his cock, she was suddenly hungry somewhere else. Her cunt was hungry for cock. It wanted, no needed his cock. It felt so empty and alone right now. Master entered her, and she felt pleasure radiating outwards from her cunt. Her clit ring drug across his cock and she began to whimper in pleasure.

"Come for me slave." Master Devon said and Jeannette obeyed, loudly and hard.

"When we give the command of Cunt, I want you to imagine you are really getting ready to please your master. He will be pleased at how quickly you'll respond" Devon said slowly working his length in and out of her. "I know the ring tugs at you all day, keeping you on edge, but not quite aroused. The failure at this task has started to affect you, making you afraid you'll be hurt. You'll be punished."

Jeannette lay on the table and was in heaven. Master was pleased, he understood how much she needed to hear that from Master. Master understood her so well, so completely, she was in heaven. Master wasn't displeased with her; Master Devon understood and loved her.

"When you hear cunt, know you are about to please your Master, know you are pleasing your master Slave." Devon continued.

Her cunt was sopping wet now, and was dripping down as he slowly eased in and out of her.

"Come for me now slave, I want your orgasm." Devon said.

Jeannette came again her cunt gripping masters cock.

Devon pulled out and stood there looking at Jeannette.

"I am pleased, you have performed properly today Slave J." Devon said.

"Your love, Master, please." Jeannette begged him. She had been programmed downstairs. Masters orgasm was love, if she could get that, she would be loved. If she could make him come in her, on her, anyway he wished she would be content She was programmed to need it. Devon was mildly surprised. Jeannette was programmed to understand that what the master gave was love, but to need it so badly wasn't programmed into her.

"Will you want my love slave?" Devon asked her, his cock resting on her pelvic bone.

"Yes Master, I'll do anything for your love." Jeannette said.

Devon stuck his cock back inside her hungry cunt. He began to piston in and out of her, she was tight, naturally tight since the dildo used in her training was much smaller than he was. It was actually smaller than the average cock, but that was intended to give her confidence in her ability to get wet and open on command.

Jeannette moaned and ground her groin into him. Her clit ring danced along his cock. Devon increased his pace.

"Do you want my love Slave?" Devon asked her again.

"Yes Master, I need your love." Jeannette answered.

Devon saw the love in her eyes, saw the desire to please, and saw her need plainly etched in her face. He was close to his own orgasm. "Then come for me now, give me your come slave." Devon commanded.

Jeannette obeyed again, and as she did, she felt her Master shoot his love into her. Contentment washed over her, she had his love. Master loved his slave. Jeannette loved her master then too.

"Tomorrow, I know you'll please Master Paul when you arrive and are tested again." Devon said. "I know he will be pleased, because I am pleased with you Slave J."

Jeannette was in bliss for the first time in weeks. She was happy, satisfied, and even content.

"Thank you Master." Jeannette said.

Devon pulled out and allowed Jeannette to clean his cock of all its juices. Jeannette had been programmed to desire that as well.

Jeannette was taken back to her room and told to lay down for a while. She did, and rose only when she heard slaves in hall. Jeannette floated on air to the dining room, and ate her food happily. Master loved her.

Devon considered the training board, Slave J had a red check mark on the task of arousal on command She had been hung as red for over a week, and yet she wasn't frigid. There was something there; something about the way that Paul was commanding her perhaps. Something she now associated with negatives. He circled the red check mark signaling all that he was working on it himself.

He started to read over her training records again, trying to understand the anomaly he had observed. Paul came in and looked at the training board and then at Devon.

"Paul, has J ever begged for your love?" Devon asked. He knew the answer, if she had Paul would have noted it and mentioned it.

"No, she hasn't." Paul answered. Then after a pause he said. "You mean she did that?"

"Yes. I gave it to her, assuming it would help her with her arousal training roadblock." Devon answered.

"Devon, that's kind of unusual isn't it? I've never heard of a slave begging for it before." Paul said with some concern.

"Yeah, but it's not a problem yet, but I still want us all to keep an eye her about it."

He considered the rest of the slaves in training. There was one other check mark in red. It was one he had personally been working on for a month, and there had been some progress, but not much. Slave T was a male slave, and had a hair trigger. He had originally been a "minute man" meaning he could and usually would orgasm in a minute. Now he was a four-minute man. If he could last the four minutes, he wouldn't last any longer.

The DM had wanted Devon to write a manual on training of slaves. Devon had better success than any other Trainer. Devon had answered it was often the nearly impossible task of getting inside of a slaves head. Trying to understand what they were feeling, thinking, or what shadow of an emotion was interfering with the training or the task. Devon knew other trainers would have sent Slave J downstairs, but Devon doubted that plan would have had as much success. No, this was better, get her to want to be used, to be loved, and she would accomplish much more than fear alone. It was a combination of the two that was most effective. However, the anomaly of her asking for the love was different, a situation he hadn't run across before.

Moving along, Devon read the rest of the reports on the training of slaves. He watched some of the training on the security cameras. He personally participated in the anal training of Slave L. She had failed the sleep test with a live Master, and was currently retraining, this time after sex.

Devon watched the slaves put to bed at the end of the day and retired to his own room to sleep He slept alone most nights, unwilling to give up his small amount of privacy and solitude.

In the morning, Devon put a blue square over Jeannette's training on the arousal task. Not today, he wanted her to do something else today. Devon had an idea, one he wanted to try.

If she was becoming afraid of Master Paul, so afraid that she was developing performance anxiety, it was time to change her perception of him. Paul would be the one she would practice oral arts on today. Once she had sucked him off, tasted his love, then Jeannette would see Paul in a more positive light assuming that Devon had finally gotten in J's head.

Devon talked to Paul, and then Rebecca about his plan. They understood his intent and would follow it. When Slave J arrived at the oral arts training today, Paul would be waiting, and order her to accept his love.

Devon went to the room where T was again being instructed on how to maintain his mental focus, and control his orgasm. This red check had been on so long Devon assumed the white board would be stained permanently red. Devon was about to change courses on this one too. Speaking to Carl, Devon gave his plan, and Carl smiled at the brilliance and sadism behind it.

Slave T would have sex with Slave L, and if L could make him come in less than five minutes, T would be punished. If he could last more than seven minutes, L would be punished It would be female superior, which L needed practice on according to the reports, and timed by Carl.

Jeannette was taken to oral arts training, and found Mistress Rebecca with Master Paul.

"Slave J, good, perfect timing. Master Paul would like a demonstration of your technique." Rebecca said.

"Yes Mistress." Jeannette said and moved to the training station she was currently on.

"No Slave, come here, give me an example of your oral skills." A moment of pause and then he commanded. "Slave Mouth." Paul said. He had been told to be complimentary to Jeannette, she would do more for the word pleasure, then she would to avoid punishment. She needed to be loved by Master, needed to be certain she pleased him. Paul wondered about this, usually the Slaves performed because part of their minds demand that they do it, and the other half is afraid of punishment. The idea of her needing the love was very unusual.

Jeannette moved and knelt before him, and opened her mouth waiting for his cock. He inserted it and she began to work him, she used her tongue to lick his length, to press him against the roof of her mouth, and his becoming fully erect Paul reached down and caressed her face as she sucked on him, and she doubled her efforts rewarded her.

"Good Slave J, I'm pleased, you are doing very well. You are moving forward in your training." Paul said.

"Slave, show him how well you take it into your throat." Rebecca said with pride in her voice.

Jeannette sunk to his full length, and swallowed him twice before easing back up his shaft Jeannette was in heaven, Master was pleased with her, and Mistress was too. The day was going very well so far.

"Slave do you wish to accept my love?" Paul asked her.

Jeannette nodded quickly, not removing him from her mouth.

Paul smiled and said. "I will give it to you soon, don't stop now."

Jeannette got his love a couple of minutes later, hungrily sucking it all down. She smiled at him and said "Thank you master." and beamed with pride and love for Master Paul.

Paul congratulated her on a job well done, and told her how pleased he was.

Paul considered Devon; he was a fucking genius at understanding slaves. J was a positive reinforcement slave. She lacked the confidence to accept prolonged negative feedback, the only kind she had gotten in arousal training. There was something else, J seemed to need to be loved, this meant she was a little unstable as a slave, and would be more difficult to place in an auction. Unless Devon had some way to associate pain and torture, the two things slaves were guaranteed to get away from the farm, with love.

Paul would report to Devon later, he had another slave to train for now. J was sent to the female station two, where she continued to learn how to pleasure a woman with even lighter teasing motions.

Rebecca nodded at Paul as he left, and J worked the level two female dummy kissing and licking it.

J was sent to her room in time for meal, then after meal was sent to Ballet class, where she learned how to assume new positions all afternoon. Mistress Carla would smack her with the whip and help her find the right position, to make her Proud.

Jeannette returned to her room and found L there. She hadn't seen L in a long time

"L, I hadn't seen you very much." Jeannette told her.

"I know J, I've been getting more advanced training. You'll get there soon enough." L said with bags under her eyes.

"Yeah, Master is determined that I learn all I can fast." J said sitting on her own bed.

After dinner the girls were assigned to sweep and mop the floors of the sleeping area. Other slaves had other cleaning chores.

Devon listened to reports and nodded. T had been brutally punished for reaching orgasm in less than four minutes, L had ridden T and then knelt while the punishment was delivered L had been taken back to anal training. He had suspended her sleep training; sometimes a break from something was as good as a pass in the minds of the slaves. If not, then L would be tossing and turning every night after anal sex.

Jeannette returned to her room just in time for "Slaves, lights out."

Sleep took her immediately. She woke shortly to L whimpering next to her. "L are you OK?"

"Yeah, sorry I'm having trouble sleeping." L said simply.

Jeannette rolled over and went back to sleep L tossed and turned most of the night.

Jeannette passed arousal training after a couple more sessions of almost passing. Then she was able to get wet on command, opening to accept a penis in her now moist cunt

Jeannette met with Master Carl at a new room a few days later. "Slave J, we're going to teach you to control the muscles in your cunt to please your master"

"Yes Master." Jeannette said.

She was put onto a different table, and shown a new intruder. "Slave J, Cunt." Master Carl said. Jeannette relaxed herself and let her cunt get wet to accept master's love. Carl started to speak explaining what was going on. "This probe is a level one. It has only one pressure sensor in it. Later there will be ones with more sensors. To activate this one, and get the green light, all you have to do is squeeze the probe with your cunt muscles. That sounds easy, but it's hard. It gets harder Slave J, because later we'll train you to squeeze them in different sequences, bottom to top, rippling the probe. This will be very difficult to learn, but we believe you can learn it. I want you to understand this will take a long time for you to get a pass at Slave J." Carl said seriously.

Jeannette nodded and said "Yes Master."

"It's easy to get discouraged, and when you do, relax and remember that we all love you and want you to pass this, we'll push you hard to get it though."

"Yes Master." Jeannette said.

The probe was easily inserted into Jeannette's now well-lubricated canal. It was slightly larger than the dildo at the arousal training station. She looked at the screen above her as she lay on the table. She strained and grew red in the face trying to squeeze the muscles.

Finally she focused on one thing, and she got a brief green light as she managed to twitch a muscle enough to trigger the probe.

Master Carl caressed her face and told her she was a good slave, and then he caressed her breast Jeannette smiled and thanked the master.

After lunch, Jeannette was given a cleaning assignment, and was located by Master Brian.

"We are considering giving you additional rings Slave J. Beautiful gold rings on you to make you shine."

Jeannette lay on the table and Brian poked and prodded. Jeannette got very wet at his touch She was getting horny.

The days were again a blur of arousal training, muscle control, ballet, oral arts, and cleaning. L was there some days, other days she didn't see her at all. It was like that in the dining area. Some days you saw someone, other days you didn't. Jeannette would miss some meals, but always managed at least one meal a day. Usually she got both meals, but not always.

Sleep training was once a week or so, and Jeannette could sleep through the night.

Master Paul met her one evening after dinner. "Slave J, it's time for a live test on your sleep training. You will spend the night with me, after I use you, you must lay down and sleep quietly, not disturbing me."

"Yes Master." Jeannette said happily. She had never been allowed to sleep right next to A Master before.

Jeannette followed him to a different hallway, and a room with a bed in it. Master turned and gave the hand sign for kneel.

"Slave J, give me your mouth." Paul said simply.

Jeannette leaned forward and opened her mouth as she had been trained. She had given several masters this action, and knew she could do so well. Paul allowed her to get him hard, and tease him with her tongue.

"Slave, Cunt." Paul said.

Jeannette's actions were automatic now. When she heard that command, her body had been trained to react without any thought or action from anyone. She didn't need to touch it anymore. She could do everything just by thinking about it. Everything except come. She couldn't do that unless Master said to. The arousal table was torture these days. She would lie there and have a much larger vibrator inserted It would be driving her insane with desire. After hours, or days, or perhaps years, a master would appear and simply say, "Come now." She would, immediately and powerfully.

Master directed her to get on all fours on the bed. She knew this pose, had practiced it in ballet She opened herself to him. He inserted himself roughly, and then smacked her ass Jeannette tightened her muscles and gripped his cock inside her hungry cunt.

He postponed in and out of her. Driving himself powerfully inside. Jeannette whimpered and wondered when she would be permitted to come. Master had to let her didn't he?

"Slave, come now." Master said and Jeannette did.

Master laid down himself, his erect cock glistening wet from her own juices. "On top slave."

Jeannette mounted him, again more training from ballet class. She knew the best way to please master this way, and she worked it hard. Master Paul nodded approvingly. Then Master gave her another orgasm in reward.

Then Master had her ride him even harder, faster, grip tightly he ordered. She did all of the things he said to. Jeannette's cunt was on fire; her ring was bouncing and dragging constantly. She was twitching from the stimulation.

"Slave come for me now, I want another one." Master said, and as she came for her third time, he came too, filling her with his love.

Jeannette rocked gently, and then withdrew and cleaned his beautiful cock with her mouth. Tasting his love and her own juices. Master relaxed and Jeannette lay down next to him.

"If you wake me, you'll be punished." Master said as he relaxed into sleep.

Jeannette lay down and relaxed, her own body's exhaustion taking her to sleep.

"Slave." Master Paul said some time later.

"Yes Master." Jeannette said automatically.

"It's morning, go to the showers, and clean yourself. You have passed your live sleeping test. I am very pleased." Paul said.

"Thank you Master." Jeannette said as she hustled to carry out his instructions

While the slaves were showering, Devon met with them in control and outlined any changes. Paul gave a green check on Jeannette's live sleep block, and nodded to Devon She had passed.

Slave T would be ridden by Slave G, she was ready for placement, and could use the practice.

"I bet T doesn't last three minutes today. G is one of the best I've seen at cunt control." Carla said.

"Which is why I want her to be the one riding today. T has been getting it every day; he has to be getting tired. I'm curious if his improvement is just exhaustion and pain from the daily punishments." Devon explained.

"L is having problems passing the sleep test after anal. Any ideas on how to fix that?" Mathew asked.

"No, I don't have any right now. Give her a couple days of chores, let her rest a bit, and then let's try again." Devon admitted.

Jeannette and L spent the next couple days doing chores around the farm. Cleaning everything in sight. There were other slaves who were doing this, and everyone understood that it was part of the routine here.

Master Devon came and took L one night after dinner, and L didn't show up the next morning.

Devon had taken her to see for himself what the situation was. He had watched the tapes, but not gained any insight.

When he inserted himself into L's rectum, she had visibly winced. That was unheard of; L hadn't had any problems passing initial anal training.

Each stroke resulted in a wince, and Devon turned her over and found her eyes full of tears He allowed her to clean him, and asked if it hurt more than usual.

"Master, I'm not to complain." L said.

Devon frowned "Slave what hurts, tell me now."

L admitted it hurt badly now when someone entered her. It hurt all the time, but especially after sex.

Brian was sent for, and he conducted a quick examination.

"She's got a pulled muscle, and a bruised rectum ring. There is literally a visible bruise, just inside the ring area. That's why she can't pass the sleep test." Brian said.

Devon nodded "It's the one thing we didn't consider, an injury. Will it heal on it's own or will it need to be repaired."

"It'll heal fine, give it a week, better yet, two weeks. She'll be up and bouncing on cocks again in no time." Brian said.

Devon frowned; a two-week delay would mean a month setback. Anal training would have to start all over again. He ordered it; Cunt, Mouth, and ballet training were fine. No anal training. Let her heal, and with luck, she'll be back in battery in a week or so.

Jeannette continued her training as time went by. She had completed the single probe cunt muscle training, and was up to the three-sensor probe. This allowed her to practice working the muscles in sequence, creating a milking sensation on master's cock. The probe pushed in the area it wanted her to push back with, allowing Jeannette to feel which muscle needed to be contracted.

In oral arts, Jeannette completed the advanced training at both the male and female stations. Mistress Rebecca now would call Jeannette and test her personally, and Jeannette felt pride in her accomplishments.

Jeannette was ready to begin anal training. Master Carl called Jeannette one morning, and introduced her to anal plugs. Inserting the first small one inside her. Jeannette spent the day in a belt with straps holding the anal plug inside, opening and getting her accustomed to an object being inside her. Master Carl removed the plug and the straps at the end of the day, and Jeannette balked at licking the plug clean for a moment.

"Slave J, I said to clean it." Master Carl said threateningly.

Jeannette hesitated. There was something about this that bothered her. Master Carl took her to punishment, and beat her savagely for quite some time. Jeannette went to her room with tears streaming down her cheeks and her body covered in red crossed stripes Bruises would follow she knew, from a great deal of punishment experience.

The next day, Jeannette didn't assume her poses in a graceful manner, largely from her bruised body protesting the injustice. Jeannette got more of the same injustice from Mistress Carla, as this failure was not tolerated.

"Mistress, I'm sorry, I'm trying." Jeannette wept as Mistress Carla strapped her wrists to the punishment bar in the Ballet room.

"If you were trying, you wouldn't be punished. We expect you to be better than this Slave J, You've been here long enough to be able to assume the first tier poses quickly and gracefully." Carla said as she grabbed the riding crop to punish Jeannette.

Jeannette's flesh was battered again as Carla walked around her beating her with a brutally efficient technique Jeannette felt her breasts battered by Carla and almost passed out from the pain

Operating on the every other day schedule for anal training, she was again summoned by Master Carl. Jeannette tried to hurry, and knelt before him as Carl prepared her straps and plug. This time, Jeannette was required to lubricate the item with her mouth. Last time Carl had used a tube of lube, but this time Jeannette had to lick and spit upon it. Carl put it into her, and strapped it in to prevent it from falling out.

Jeannette had already resolved to suck it clean happily, anything to avoid another punishment Perhaps master would be pleased this time.

Jeannette next reported to Master Brian, who was overseeing the cleaning of the slave rooms Jeannette worked with the plug in her all day long and didn't complain once. At the end of the day, Master Carl summoned her and she bent over the bench to allow him to remove the item.

Master Carl held the plug out to Jeannette, and waited for her to clean it.

Jeannette hesitated, and as she licked it clean, shuddering at the taste, a tear ran down her cheek. She hated this, but was more afraid of another round of punishment.

Carl nodded and said. "Good Slave, I am pleased."

Jeannette tried to smile, she should feel proud, Master was pleased. Somehow she felt wrong in doing this, but if it pleased master it was automatically a good thing.

Carl reported to Devon that night. "J's programming is slipping, she's balking at cleaning the plug. I punished her last time, and this time it was close She was crying as she did it, and she didn't thank me."

Devon frowned as he considered it. "It's not that unusual to have to reprogram twice or more, I'm surprised it's taken this long to get a negative response." Devon considered the board. "Let's take her down tomorrow, straight to the chair, and then give her two days of reprogramming."

Jeannette lay in bed and couldn't sleep. She had snuck off to the showers and brushed her teeth. She could still taste it. It was wrong. It was dirty wasn't it? Master was pleased with her, and that made her feel good, but this was wrong Jeannette started to try and think about before, that was all she could remember, that there was a before here, and there was here.

Jeannette struggled to think and remember something. J wasn't her right name, she wasn't just J, she had a proper name, a name like Masters had. It had a J in it, but that wasn't all there was.

Suddenly out loud she said. "Jeannette, my name is Jeannette."

Devon was woken by the house phone. "Yes."

"J has a name." Security told him. "She just remembered it."

"Really? This late in her training she has remembered her name?" Devon considered for a moment. "We are planning on taking her down tomorrow. Is she quiet now?"

"Yeah, she's in bed, just leaning against the wall right now." The control officer said.

Devon got out of bed and put on a pair of sweats. He walked into control and went directly to the coffee pot. He poured himself a cup of coffee and asked. "How's J doing?"

"She's crying, just laying there and crying. She has to know we're watching."

Devon looked at the screen, green from the night vision lights and the low light filter. She just sat leaning against the wall and had tears running down her face as she sobbed quietly.

"She said anything else?" Devon asked.

"Nope, I wasn't even watching her, the audio sensors triggered the alert, and I had to wait for the two minute delay to get it." The guard said. "I thought they were all asleep, the motion sensors said they hadn't moved any."

Devon sighed, the guard had been napping, but that wasn't important right now. Address that later, but first let him know that you suspect. "Someone else acting up tonight?"

"No, just doing the random scans, She was just laying there, I thought she was asleep" The guard said stiffly.

Devon nodded; the security guy had got the message, no need to go further with it for now.

Devon watched her for a while. J just sat there on her bed, leaning against the wall, curled into a ball crying. She didn't say anything else. She just sat and watched the door.

"She's waiting for us. She knows we're going to come get her. She's scared, and she's waiting for us." Devon said.

"We get her now?" Security asked.

"If we don't she'll think she's getting away with it, or she'll go catatonic in terror." Devon said. "Send security to get her. One man, with a small light and a leash. Let's try and do this quietly. A gag in his pocket, and cuffs."

The control officer spoke into his radio and gave the instructions. "J in slave room 7, sitting on the bed. Quietly take her to the cells. Small light, leash unless she resists, cuffs and gag as needed."

Devon watched the guard enter the hallway. He slowly and silently walked to Jeannette's room and pointed the small light at Jeannette.

Devon watched J stand, turn and put her hands behind her holding her head down. The guard approached and gently put the leash on her collar. "J, come with me." The security said softly.

"Yes Master." Jeannette said in response.

She followed the security guy down to the stairs, and downstairs. Taking her place in the cell sitting on the futon and then laying down.

"Don't freeze her, let her sleep. I'll brief the trainers in the morning." Devon said. "Let her be for now."

"Yes sir, I'll log it as such." Control said. "I would have thought she would have fought or screamed or something. If I'm allowed to ask, how did you know what she'd do?"

"I didn't, I could see her fear, her terror. We've made Master all-powerful, all knowing, and programmed her that pleasing Master is her first and really only duty, her only purpose in life. She knows we're watching, everyone knows they're being watched. She knew once she said it, she was in trouble. She was terrified of the delay of the punishment. Look at her now, on the pad. She's able to sleep now, because she's being punished for her violation of our rules. She expects it, and the longer it takes, the worse she was going to be punished. Now she's content." Devon said thinking about what he'd seen.

Three hours later, the trainers began to file into control, and were surprised to find Devon staring at the screen drinking coffee. Carl looked at the big board, and sighed J was in the cells, and that meant something happened overnight.

"J's in the cells, we took her down overnight?" Carl asked.

"Yes, she has a name." Devon said.

"What? She's this far and remembered her name?" Carl asked astonished

"I know, it's almost unheard of." Devon allowed.

"OK, back to basics." Paul sighed.

"Yep, Brian, you'll go down and set her up in the chair. Unless you have anything pressing today." Devon said.

"I don't have anything major, was planning on helping out in anal and oral arts, otherwise nothing." Brian answered.

"I have T after showers. Of course, that will only take a minute." Paul said.

The group laughed and agreed. T was becoming famous as a minute man.

"OK, after you spend the ten minutes watching him blow his wad, what do you have going on?"

"I had arousal refresher with J, I have arousal with C and L." Paul said

"I have oral with C in the afternoon, and anal with M." Carl said.

"How is M with anal training? I don't see any reports on him." Devon asked.

"I was going to update the board today, so far so good. He's up to stage three, and no bucking yet. I think he had a little gay in him anyway. I would bet he checked out gay porn more than once." Carl said.

"He blew through Oral." Carla said laughing.

Everyone joined in. You had to have some way to blow off steam; the constant straight face with the slaves was tough to do.

"OK, Brian, check the levels of the drugs, I want this one to take and take good." Devon said. "On another note, we get another trainer today. Mark from farm number 4. He's finished apprenticeship, and is checked out by above. I'm planning on giving him the low level jobs until he learns how we do it. Oral arts low level, arousal low level. Perhaps erection control for the males."

Devon continued his shifting personnel. "Rebecca, I know you want out of Ballet, but let's be honest, you are the best trainer at that task. I'm good, but at that you are better than even me."

"I know, I know, god how tired I am of hearing that."

"Perhaps you would be willing to join Carla in low level anal. I think the two of you would make a good team. Carla's kindly manner might make the task easier for the timid ones. Your stern manners would be a good intimidating factor Carl, Paul, please forgive this, but you two are a bit intimidating and I think that it creates a subconscious fear in addition to the terror if the task." Devon said. "Meeting over, let's get cracking."

Devon ran a tight ship, every decision was his, and the responsibility was his. Paul and Carl, his two senior trainers, were nearly ready to take over a farm. Carla and Rebecca were good, but too tender to handle the senior slaves. They needed a firmer hand, more of a lack of concern. Something like they would get in the real world. Devon glanced at the clock, and sighed, almost no sleep and he still had to get ready to meet Mark when he arrived.

Jeannette was unaware of the meeting. The only thing Jeannette was aware of is that she was back downstairs. She had lost upstairs again. She hated it down here. It was lonely, and there was nothing to do. Upstairs, when you weren't training, you were cleaning, or changing sheets, or doing something that needed to be done. Here, all you could do is wait and be bored, and look back at the camera, which always looked at you.

Jeannette sighed and started to sing a song. "Twinkle Twinkle little star, how I wonder where you are." Jeannette frowned and then shook her head. She couldn't remember the rest of the song.

Master Brian opened the door and walked to Jeannette as she knelt before him. "Slave J, we're going to help you over your training bump. We have high hopes, and high expectations for you. We are going to train you to be perfect."

Jeannette nodded her head. She knew that there was no speaking down here.

Carl took her to the chair, and Jeannette resigned herself to the experience. The needle was inserted into her arm, and the IV started. The machine beeped and sighed now and then. The drugs entered her system as the screen was put in front of her. Clamps held her eyes open, her earphones were put on. The programming started.

For the next 14 days, Jeannette spent an average of 14 hours a day in the chair. She ate one meal a day, and greedily drank the water. The IV had fluids, but only enough to carry the drugs to her veins. Brian inserted a Catheter to drain her bladder.

Jeannette forgot her name again. She wasn't sure how she remembered, but it wouldn't work again. Master had seen to that. Jeannette was bombarded with images and messages, visually and aurally, the drugs making sure her sub conscious was available to be programmed, keeping her right on the edge of asleep and awake.

Brian balanced the drugs beautifully, keeping her in that in between state. Jeannette was shown hundreds of images every hour, some as often as every few seconds. Anal sex, and master's love were intertwined in the message. Video clips showed women taking it anally and screaming out their love. Masters love was given to her in her mind.

They had erased her name again. They had written to her brain, making her desire anal sex, and doing anything for master's love. They had programmed her again, fully and completely this time. They had missed that small seed of her personality again. This time it was buried deep, sleeping, waiting until it was safe to come out again. This time it would wait for a lot longer before it told her she had a name. This time, it would wait years before telling J that she was really Jeannette.

J returned upstairs, tired, exhausted really, and spent two days doing menial chores before starting refresher training. First, the ballet class, where Mistress Rebecca was satisfied with her performance of the basic positions and moving with grace. Then oral arts, where Master Mark had her go through the beginner stations again. Both congratulated her on passing the refresher so easily.

Jeannette was next given a day of cleaning while other slaves were trained. L had progressed beyond the Anal training now, and had passed the live sleep test. Jeannette saw little of L, she was always taken quickly to training and would sometimes return, and sometimes she would be gone all night.

"L's passed her multiple partner training and all that's left is Marathon. I want her rested for that. Nothing until after the Marathon." Devon commanded at the next meeting. "Give her two or three days of cleaning chores, and then we'll set up the Marathon."

Jeannette had been tested in all the phases again up to Anal, to make sure she had not forgotten anything; she was working the three-sensor probe again.

"Slave J, come with me." Mistress Carla said.

Jeannette followed expecting another day of oral arts training. Instead she was taken to Anal training.

"Slave J, we are going to re-start your anal training. I don't want any nonsense from you this time." Mistress Rebecca said with her usual self-assuredness and no nonsense manner.

Carla stepped forward holding the straps and said. "Slave, ass." Jeannette immediately complied turning and bending over the table, arching her back to give the Mistress's access.

Rebecca took the small plug, and held it out to Jeannette to lubricate. Jeannette took it and put it into her mouth. She licked it and when it was glistening with her spit, Rebecca took it and inserted it gently into Jeannette's anus.

"Return here after second meal, you'll be on cleaning detail today. I'll remove the plug then. If it begins to hurt badly, go to the clinic." Rebecca said.

"Yes Mistress." Jeannette said automatically. "Thank you Mistress"

After Jeannette left Mistress Rebecca went in search for Slave T. She was going test him herself if he came before she did, and denied her an orgasm, he would be punished indeed

Jeannette spent the day cleaning, and soon became accustomed to the anal intruder. It was a small one, and easily accommodated. She worked with Slave K, a male slave, and they changed all the sheets on all the beds, including the live testing rooms. K didn't speak much, no one did really. The slaves were content to be around others.

In the afternoon, they reported that the task was done. Jeannette and K were sent to their rooms, and they waited.

Slave L came in and was smiling hugely. "I passed multiple partners J."

Feeling joy at this accomplishment, knowing it was a major deal for her friend, J hugged L supportively. "Really? I'm very happy for you L. Who tested you?"

"Mistress Carla, Master's Carl and Paul." L said grinning hugely "I got to love them all."

J felt a pang of something, perhaps jealousy? Her mind, properly trained now shoved this aside and ignored it completely. When dinner was called they ate side by side, sensing that L's time in training was nearing an end. All she had left was marathon training, and she would be placed with a Master.

Upstairs, the Trainers were eating too. "L passed, no problem. We have three weeks until the next auction. Get her through Marathon and we're home free and can ship her." Devon said. "K is ready too, he passed his marathon two days ago. That's it for this auction cycle."

Jeannette returned to the Anal Training room and found Mistress Carla waiting for her. Rebecca was still punishing T for denying her orgasm.

"Slave, ass." Carla said as Jeannette opened the door.

Jeannette hurried to the table and bent over it quickly. Carla unbuckled the straps, and removed the plug. She held it out to Jeannette, this was the big test, this is where she had bucked authority before. Jeannette didn't hesitate, taking the plug and cleaning it quickly.

When Carla held out her hand, Jeannette put the now spotless plug in Carla's hand and said. "Thank you Mistress."

Carla didn't let her face register the relief she felt. Perhaps she would join Rebecca later and give K a bit of additional training. J was doing fine in Initial Anal training.

The next morning, after L had been given cleaning details, Master Matt came for her. Matt took her to the arousal room, and after a couple hours of being tormented to the edge of several orgasms, Jeannette heard the magic words, and exploded on the table Matt only gave her two orgasms, and then sent her back to her room. While it wasn't ever said, Jeannette understood that this was a reward for passing her initial anal well. Master was pleased, and when master was pleased, she got pleasure

The days became a blur quickly; one day she would clean wearing a plug, the next remedial training in Ballet or the other courses. The sizes of the plugs changed, but the routine didn't.

L's name was removed from the doorway, and Jeannette understood that this meant her friend was placed with a permanent Master. Jeannette would miss her friend from time to time, but the memory of L faded as the training pace increased.

Jeannette had been getting anal training for about three weeks when she arrived to find Master Devon waiting for her.

"Slave, ass." Devon commanded.

Jeannette hurried to the table and laid across it, opening herself, and relaxing herself to accept the plug. Instead Devon stepped around the table and faced her. He opened his pants, and let his cock out. Jeannette squirmed in anticipation; Master was going to test her.

"Slave, you are going to be anal tested today. Pass this, and I'll be pleased I'll give you my love."

Jeannette opened her mouth and began to suck on Masters beautiful cock. She hadn't had much real sex lately, and here she was about to get her ass used by master Her first anal training live test and it would be Master Devon, the senior master L had told her that all the other Masters obeyed Master Devon, so he was like the Masters Master.

For some reason, she felt proud of this, that Master Devon would be willing to try her himself, test her himself. He wanted to see how she did, and perhaps even to test his trainers, to see if she was as worthy as they said she was.

As she slobbered all over his cock, making it nice and wet, Jeannette focused on opening herself, to try and please The Master. That is how L viewed him, and that is how Jeannette viewed him now too. He was THE Master, not just a master like the rest. Master Devon watched her working his cock, making it rock hard with her well trained tongue, and then pulled away walking behind her. Unbeknownst to her, he also had some lubricant, odorless, tasteless, water based, but necessary for a novice slave still in first phase of anal training. Jeannette was ready for this, she was and Devon knew both she and the others expected this action.

Devon smeared some lubricant on his cock, and then positioned himself at her tiny opening. "Slave, I'm going to test your ability to accept a master for real." Then he began to enter her. Not slowly, no one really cared if a slave was hurt, but not ramming it in. Fast enough to make it take her breath away, and slow enough to keep from damaging the merchandise.

The lubricant allowed him to enter her easily, her ass stretching to accommodate his girth, and her rectum opening up to accept his length. He felt her quiver beneath him, and saw her push back, trying to open herself fully to him. That was of course, impossible with her ass cheeks, big full and rounded. Devon knew he was going to have to add more punishment to her schedule, because anyone who bought her would love beating that ass until it was black and blue with bruises.

He began to stroke slowly in and out. She gripped him and moaned slightly. Her training was holding, nothing about this event was triggering a remission of her programming Jeannette was in heaven, her training was so far along, Master was pleased, and he felt so good inside of her like this. Jeannette could imagine two masters, one in each of her holes, filling her and giving her so much love. How lucky L was to be doing that.

Picking up speed and force, Devon watched J squirm beneath him, knowing she was enjoying the event. He leaned forward and said, "Come for me now slave." Jeannette complied, her rectum clenched his cock and gripped him tightly, she was already tight and now it was grabbing him like there was a fist in there holding him.

Jeannette tried to catch her breath, that orgasm was intense, so wonderful; Master was truly giving her pleasure. She could feel him becoming jerky in his motions, soon he would want to give his love, and she wanted it. She needed his love. She had never been told not to, so she presumed it was OK to beg him for it.

"Master, please give me your love, fill me with love master." Jeannette cried as his cock rammed her.

Devon noticed that the anomaly had increased; now her voice was plaintive. No, that wasn't right. It was filled with desperation now. She NEEDED the love. Devon blinked at that.

He focused on the task at hand. Devon picked up the pace again and soon felt himself getting close. "Slave, come for me." Devon said.

Jeannette did, and he followed her bucking body into orgasm. As his erection diminished, Jeannette whimpered slightly. Devon walked around the table and then was surprised again. Jeannette was reaching for his cock. Her mouth open, straining her neck, now scrabbling onto the table to suck him. He stepped forward, giving her his cock to clean. She did so willingly. Almost wantonly.

Devon kept the questions off his face. Jeannette happily sucked his cock clean, and as he caressed her face and told her how pleased he was, she literally glowed with pride.

Telling her to return to her room and join the others in cleaning, Devon headed for control He watched the taped encounter of himself with Jeannette. Fast forwarding to her surprising pronouncement. "Master, please give me your love, fill me with love master."

When the others arrived for the afternoon meeting Devon played it again. When Carl heard it his head whipped around to look at Devon in person. Paul was looking shocked. Carla and Rebecca both stood in amazement.

"We didn't program that Devon." Carla said first.

"I know, none of us did. I reviewed the training info from the chair. Nothing about begging for love was in it. She did it on her own." Devon said.

"What does this mean?" Carl asked confused. "She's adding to her programming?"

"I don't think it's bad, unexpected, certainly. However the purchaser may be interested in a slave that begs for his love." Devon said thoughtfully "We might be able to use this."

Carla looked pale. "We have a slave deviating from programming. This could be a problem Devon."

"I know, believe me I know Carla." Devon said. "Control, put J into a higher than normal watch schedule. Keep an eye on her for any deviations. I want to be advised of anything, and I mean anything that seems out of the ordinary"

Carl asked the obvious question. "Do we re-train?"

"No, like I said, unexpected, but possibly useful. Imagine her during the test phase at auction, begging a prospective master for his love as he gets ready to shoot his load. Some of those buyers will get a big kick out of it." Devon said considering. "I was surprised, sure, but it was ego enhancing."

"How did she do with cleaning?" Carla asked.

"Watch" Devon said pushing play again. He scanned forward and the pushed play again.

"She was coming over the table at you." Paul observed.

Rebecca laughed and said. "I can see the fights in the aisles now trying to get a slave that will do that."

"From unwilling to clean, to desperate to clean in what, five weeks?" Carl asked. "I've never heard about that before."

"Nor have I Carl, and I've been in this business nearly 20 years." Devon answered. "Usually, we get willing from the training, but that kind of response, extremely rare."

"What about her training schedule, what do we do?" Asked a confused Matt

"We continue it, like normal, we note this, watch for any other anomalies, but we move forward always." Devon said thoughtfully.

The discussed the improvement of T and his hair trigger. Rebecca had him up to almost 20 minutes now.

Then it was time for the afternoon classes, and Devon returned to the cells to continue with A, a new recruit.

Jeannette spent the afternoon floating on air, cleaning with a big smile on her face. Master had truly loved her.

Devon spent the time in the afternoon focused entirely on Slave A, who was currently resisting to her utmost. Devon didn't mind, they all resisted, and in the end they all complied. Devon was one of those people who could focus their attention on the task at hand no matter what distractions would be distracting him. In another few days, A would be ready to go upstairs.

Spending the next couple days practicing her basics, Jeannette got love from Master Matt, and Mistress Rebecca. She reviewed her anal training with Master Paul, and he gave Jeannette even more love.

Slave A was brought up from the cells, and was Jeannette's new room mate. L had been placed with a master.

Devon was consulting the training board a week later, and frowned when he realized the gap in J's training was going to be an issue if not resolved.

At the afternoon meeting while eating their own dinner, the trainers briefed Devon on progress and schedules. All three of the live training rooms would be in use tonight, not real rare, but not very common.

"That presents a problem, I was going to see if anyone was available to live sleep anal test J." Devon said. Paul, Carl, and Matt shook their heads. They were scheduled. "Brian I guess you could do it, but that would mean being in the slave rooms, and I'm afraid it would disturb the others."

"In the slave rooms?" Carla asked.

"No, we aren't going to do that. The slaves need to sleep, sounds of passion across the hall would undoubtedly get them would up and the last thing I want is Security down there with cattle prods breaking up an orgy." Devon said

"J's also about due for a night upstairs." Carl said trying to be helpful. "If Brian could take my erection control and orgasm control with M, I could bring J up here."

Brian paled slightly at that. "I don't think I'm really ready to test that."

Everyone snickered at this, Brian was an anal virgin, and wasn't about to break his cherry with M who was hung like a proverbial stallion.

"OK, I guess I'll do the sleep test with J tonight." Devon said "I'll bring her up to my room here. A little unusual, but it's Spartan enough to keep from distracting her."

After a few details were agreed upon, the security was notified that a slave would be coming up for testing tonight. The on duty security people were to keep on in the cupola on the roof. If a half naked person was seen running away from the building, he or she would be shot.

After dinner Jeannette was walking back to her room with A, and telling A how much fun advanced training was. "It's harder sure, the muscle control is tough to manage, but you'll get it."

Devon was waiting in the room when the women entered. Jeannette dropped to her knees quickly, as did A.

"Slave J, come with me." Devon said.

Jeannette rose and felt a thrill run through here. Lately, even using the word come caused mild shocks of pleasure to rush through her.

Taking J to the stairwell Devon stopped and turned. "You aren't in trouble, nor are you going downstairs. It's time to anal sleep test you, and the rooms are occupied. I'm taking you to my room upstairs. You will obey and behave properly, do you understand?"

Jeannette was almost giddy at the prospect. Master was taking her upstairs. Rumors of upstairs abounded, L had told her that there was furniture and pictures on the walls. "Yes Master, thank you master." Jeannette said.

Devon nodded and then produced a leash which he connected to her collar. Taking her up the stairs and then down a hall he turned to his right and up another staircase. Jeannette followed amazed by all the things. Carpet on the floor, windows where you could see outside. Jeannette hadn't seen outside in a very long time.

Security was in position in the hallway, in case Jeannette decided to wonder about after her training. One man would remain in the hallway all night, not leaving for anything until he was relieved by a fellow security person.

Jeannette followed Master Devon into his room, his personal room she realized entering. It had a computer which was turned off and a television, and a few books. There was a picture on the wall of some building. The building had a statue of a lion before it. Jeannette stopped and stared at the picture. She hadn't seen one in a very long time.

"What is it Slave J? Something wrong?" Devon asked as she stared at the picture.

"Leo." Jeannette said in a far away voice.

"What was that slave?" Devon asked.

"Master, what is this picture?" Jeannette asked in the same distant voice

"It's just a picture. Nothing special." Devon said. The truth was that it inspired him. The picture was of the New York Library main branch. The lion pictured, Fortitude, showed what was needed in his work, the other lion, Patience, wasn't shown, but was absolutely required, if not seen. The building represented truth to Devon, knowledge is power. It was the only personal item which Devon kept.

"I think the lion is called Leo Master." Jeannette said.

Devon considered for a moment. Leo was an astrological sign, but it was a common child's name for a lion. "Quite possible slave." Devon said. "Perhaps you think we're here to talk instead of work."

Jeannette shocked turned quickly and knelt before him. "I'm sorry master, I don't know what happened."

"Slave J, we are here to test your ability to sleep after you have anal sex. Again, your Master may allow you to sleep with him from time to time, and you must be able to lay still and silent, sleeping without disturbing your master. I'm a very light sleeper, any movement from you will wake me, and that will be punished" Devon told her. "Normally this training is done downstairs, however I decided to bring you upstairs for it."

"Yes Master, thank you master." Jeannette answered. She felt very lucky to be here, she knew that only at the very end of the training, and she wasn't there yet, were slaves taken upstairs. Master must truly love her to bring her up so early in her training. Soon, he would be giving her his love.

"Slave, mouth." Devon commanded.

Jeannette dutifully opened her mouth, and Devon inserted his cock for her to suck him to full erection. He enjoyed her technique, she had been well trained after all. Jeannette watched him, taking the signs from her master and associating them with the green lights showing accomplishment. Devon grew hard, and Jeannette deep throated his full length sucking him happily.

"Slave cunt." Devon told her next. Jeannette was already damp in expectation, and the command had her fully prepared in seconds, her body producing the lubricating juices and opening her canal for her masters love. As he placed her on the bed on all four's he entered her cunt easily. She was open, ready, and even excited by this. Devon was pleased and told her so.

Jeannette was truly in heaven. Master had taken her upstairs before she was really due to be brought up here, then he told her how pleased he was.

"Slave J, come for me now." Devon ordered next, and saw as J complied with the instruction, magnificently. She moaned, gasped, and her cunt gripped him like a vice. Much more of this, and he would think his name was T when he fired in a minute. J was trying to milk his cock now gripping sequentially as she had been taught and tested to please her master.

"Slave, ass." Devon commanded next. Jeannette bowed her back up and Devon swore he could see her asshole relax right before his eyes. He pulled out of her sopping wet cunt, and easily slid himself into her rectum, and she took it beautifully She was certainly going to pass this phase of her test. As he felt his balls tighten in anticipation of his orgasm, he reached around and gripped her breasts tightly, even hard.

"Yes master, give me your love, please give me your love." Jeannette begged as he grabbed her breasts almost violently. She didn't mind, not really Pain was master's love too.

The friction increased as the lubrication effects of the cunt juice dried, and Devon felt his balls begin to twitch. "Come for me again slave, come for me now." Devon commanded. Jeannette came, and with her involuntary reaction Devon's cock was grabbed in the vice of her muscles contracting on him powerfully. He came then too, his cock ejaculating powerfully into her.

Jeannette felt him shooting up her ass, and she almost came a third time from the sheer pleasure of it all. As Master Devon pulled back from her, she quickly turned around and dove for his cock. Taking it into her mouth, she sucked the last few drops of his love from him. She didn't want to lose one single drop of his love.

Jeannette kept licking and sucking it as he lay on the bed. She had adjusted herself and continued to lick and suck on his cock happily. Devon considered telling her to relax and get some sleep, but instead decided to relax himself and enjoy the attention she was giving him. She made him hard again, and he ordered her to mount him.

Jeannette took him into her cunt again, and was in heaven. Never before had Master ever given her two loves in one day. She bounced on his cock, her breasts bouncing painfully, but she didn't mind one bit. Devon wanted to see what was going on in her eyes, reflecting her mind, when he fucked her. He wanted to know what she was thinking. He didn't change position, watching her face. If he had to assign an emotion, it would be joy, or perhaps ecstasy. After a few minutes of her grinding and bouncing on him, her cunt gripping him tightly, her muscles gripping and stroking him, Devon moved her off of him, and mounted her missionary style. Driving into her, he gave her another orgasm. Jeannette came biting her lip, her eyes closed. When she opened her eyes, Devon saw another emotion reflected in her eyes. Love.

Devon shot his load within her. Then collapsed exhausted on the bed. He covered himself with a sheet, and commanded. "If you wake me tossing and turning, I'll punish you all day tomorrow."

"Yes Master." Jeannette said as she lay there grinning. She was laying next to the Master's Master. He was falling asleep, she could hear his breathing becoming more regular. She tried to relax, but she couldn't. She was full of love, he had made sure of that. Filling both of her sex holes with his love. Jeannette replayed the entire event in her mind.

Devon slept lightly, and was awake before the sun rose in the morning. He woke as always, instantly aware of his surroundings. Slave J was sleeping beside him. She wasn't making any noise, nor tossing and turning. She hadn't wakened him. A glance showed it was 5am. His normal time for waking up. Devon shifted and sat up in bed He spoke to his partner of the night. "Slave J, it's morning, wake up."

"Yes Master." Jeannette answered him.

"Step outside the door and stand still, another master will take you downstairs, you have passed your test." Devon commanded.

"Yes Master." Jeannette said as she moved to comply. Taking one extra moment to stop and look at the picture of the lion on the wall. She opened the door and stepped outside.

Devon went to his bathroom. He did his morning routine in 30 minutes and was standing looking at the picture considering Slave J.

He went downstairs and ate some toast in control sipping coffee from the pot. He sat and typed his report of the anal sleep test.

"Slave J performed the anal sleep test with M. Devon. Was unable to test in the normal sleep test training room, utilized own personal room for the test. Subject performed all required actions with what can only be described as a most excited manner.

Minor Note Subject viewed a personal photograph on wall of a lion. Subject said 'Leo' almost as though it meant something to her. When questioned, she immediately dropped to knees and began to attend to the Master. Subject will be observed closely to determine possible slippage of training.

Conclusion Subject appears to desperately need the 'love' of master, programming is confirmed in that area."

Carl walked in as Devon typed these few lines. Carl drew his own cup of coffee and sat down Devon briefed him and Carl reported on his own night.

"Ok, so do we take J downstairs?" Carl asked.

"Why?"

"She named a lion in the picture right?" Carl asked to confirm the story

"Yeah. But she didn't buck. You know we can't eliminate all shadows of a personality. Let's keep her under normal surveillance, just keep an eye on her. These are minor anomalies, but I don't see them as warning signs. Start her on two master training tomorrow. See for yourself what she's like, let me know." Devon said.

Jeannette floated through the day of training, she was very happy and worked quickly and efficiently

When Master Carl informed Jeannette that she was ready for two men training the next day he was mildly surprised to see her smile in anticipation. Master Carl and Master Matt would be the ones who initiated her into two men training. Jeannette licked her lips and almost quivered in anticipation. Two masters giving her love. Jeannette wondered if it could get any better.

"Slave J, it's time to move into your last phase of training, multiple partners" Master Paul said.

"Yes Master." Jeannette said, her cunt already churning in expectation. So much love at the same time.

Jeannette took them both on, one in her cunt, one in her mouth. On her hands and knees she was double driven, and she was truly happy.

Her training progressed quickly. Soon she was taking three or even four men at a time, and then resting a day doing chores. The group had no desire to "wear her out" in training. Jeannette found she looked much as L had at the end of her training time. Bags under her eyes from exhaustion. Devon saw the signs of fatigue too, and put her on training hold, remedial and refresher only for a week or two.

She had six weeks to finish her training until the next auction, after that, there wasn't another auction for three months. Devon hated having a fully trained slave sitting around for three months, the group hated it too.

The next phase of training was acceptance of toilet training. Jeannette lay on a tile floor with her mouth open while Master Carl urinated on her. This was an every day event for a while, and the other Masters would sometimes join Master Carl during this training. Mistress Rebecca enjoyed squatting over Jeannette's mouth and urinating directly into it.

Jeannette only resisted slightly. The first couple times she would turn away reflexively, but the follow on punishment beatings quickly corrected that infraction.

"Marathon testing, final sleep test, and she's ready to ship Devon." Carl reported after J had just spent the day laying quietly and opening her mouth as men and women entered the Masters Restroom and urinated on her. In addition to Mistress Rebecca and the Masters, Security personnel had helped out during the day long test.

"Good, I'll let the bosses know we'll have three this auction. T is finally able to hold his fire." Devon said laughing.

"I thought Rebecca was going to beat him to death for a while." Carl laughed

"I was." Rebecca said entering control. "K is past initial Ballet now, and ready for advanced once her oral arts are up to snuff."

They updated the board to show the progress of the slaves.

Jeannette's Marathon test was next, and she almost quivered with anticipation. She would be taken to a life test room early, and all day long Masters would come in and give her more love than she could imagine.

The idea behind the Marathon was to wear the slave out, to have them fucked until they passed out from exhaustion. To give them a dozen or more partners during a given time period, normally four hours. This prepared them for the inevitable gang bang that would be in their futures, and if they maintained training during the entire period, they could be considered fully programmed. The final sleep test was done that night, when the slaves whole body ached from the abuse it had taken.

Jeannette survived her test, finally passing out while Mistress Rebecca drove into her ass with a strap on dildo, and Master Brian was fucking her face. Jeannette woke some time later to Rebecca squatting over her and pissing into her face to wake her.

"Bad slave, you fell asleep while we were having fun." Rebecca chided her

As Jeannette hung from the bar getting her punishment for breaking up the Masters fun, she didn't realize that this was an automatic. They wanted her as sore and miserable as they could make her for the final sleep test. Mistress Carla, the lightest sleeper of them all would spend the night with Jeannette, after making Jeannette lick her to several orgasms. Then Jeannette would be expected to lie still and sleep without disturbing Carla. They sent her to get cleaned up, and then reported that she had performed the test well. She had taken three Masters, and all six of the security people over four hours and not balked even once.

Mistress Carla came for Jeannette after dinner. "Slave J, come with me." Carla led her to one of the other live testing rooms. The one Jeannette had been in all day was still filthy, it hadn't been cleaned yet. Carla led her into the room and told her. "You will be spending the night with me, I want you to know I want no excuses from you. If you wake me later, I'll beat you for the rest of the night."

"Yes Mistress." Jeannette answered automatically. She hurt so badly already She ached everywhere; bruises on top of bruises covered her body. Her jaw ached from having cock and cunts shoved in her face all day. Her ass felt like it was stretched into another shape, and her cunt ached so badly she had wondered if she had broke something.

Mistress Carla made her kneel and then sat on the edge of the bed, and had Jeannette lick her to four orgasms before she was allowed to get up.

"That was very nice Slave J, I am pleased, and satisfied. Now, sleep here with me" Carla said.

"Yes Mistress. Thank you mistress." Jeannette said as she lay down.

She focused on not moving, and relaxing, and soon enough her fatigue brought sleep on her. The next thing she knew she heard Mistress Carla. "Slave J, it's morning, you've passed, go to the showers."

Jeannette moved stiffly to the showers and spent an above average time in them. Her hair was almost four inches long now, and she knew she had been here a long time. A nearly bald slave rushed out of the showers crying. Jeannette knew what she was feeling, had been there. How do you tell someone that it gets better, and harder at the same time?

The nearly bald slave was on the cleaning detail with Jeannette today, and they were assigned the live training rooms. Jeannette talked to the bald slave, telling her about the future she was going to enjoy, and all of Master's love that would soon be coming her way, when she was trained how to accept it.

The nearly bald slave, G turned to look around and asked. "J, it hurts when they test my arousal." She had tears in her eyes. "It hurts really bad, I can't do it fast enough to get ready for the test."

J sat on the bed and nodded knowingly. "I know, they hurt me too until I learned to get ready more quickly. Master Devon himself helped me. He first allowed me to try and fail. Then he told me he wanted to fuck my cunt with his beautiful cock That was what I should be thinking of, instead I was thinking about how bad it would hurt when, not if, I failed to get ready. Master told me that my only thought should be that Master wanted my cunt, and that I would please my master."

G sat down next to her and said. "Did it help?"

"Yes it did, I wanted his love so badly, about as bad as you want it now. I wanted to please him so much, it hurt worse thinking I was displeasing him. He said I was blocked, and it was affecting me physically." Jeannette told her. "When you go in, relax, imagine yourself being fucked by the masters, and your body will do the rest, I promise."

Devon learned of this conversation later, and watched it on the monitor. He was about to do the same to G as he had done to J anyway, and this looked like the perfect opening. While he wasn't happy about the secrets being divulged like this, he couldn't see any real harm, and J was trying to help the new slave G please master

Devon decided that J was truly ready and approved her listing on the Auction.

Jeannette only had six more days until she would be shipped out. Soon her name would disappear from the door of her room, and Slave A would become the senior slave in the room

Jeannette spent the next three days on cleaning detail, and in the afternoon in refresher training. She passed everything perfectly. She was overjoyed to please Master and happy to be doing well.

A week after her passing of the Marathon test and the follow on live sleep test. Jeannette found Master Devon waiting for her in her room. She knelt before him and waited.

"Slave J, come with me." Devon said as he attached a leash to her collar Jeannette followed, slightly afraid she was going back to the cells, instead she was taken upstairs, the fabled upstairs where she had been only once before in her whole life.

"Slave J, we are going to send you to be placed with your permanent master now. You will put this on." Devon handed her a simple dress. "Then we'll put you in the truck. You have passed all your training, and we are all very pleased with you. We know your new master will be pleased with you too."

Jeannette was happy that they were pleased, and sad to be leaving. It was strange. "Master, thank you, but what will I do?"

"You will do as you are told to. Exactly what you've done for us." Devon answered unhooking the leash and pointed to the dress. "Put it on, you leave soon."

Jeannette had it on when Slave T was brought up. He was handed a set of coveralls, and he struggled to get them on. Finally another slave girl arrived and was handed a simple dress too. They were put on leashes, and taken outside to a truck, and they climbed up inside the box portion of the truck. They found pads on the floor like they had down in the cells, and they all sat and waited.

Master Brian came out and climbed into the truck with them. He gave them each a shot, and then climbed back out of the truck. Jeannette felt herself get tired, and then she fell asleep on the futon pads.

"That will get them there Devon, six hours, no more than eight before they wake." Brian said after looking at each of the sleeping slaves.

"Good." Devon said and nodded to the security man. The truck doors were closed, and it drove off.

Jeannette was on her way to auction, the clothing was just in case the police pulled the truck over; it would give the officer pause to find clothed people in the box. There was a plastic anti-theft seal on the door now, and a master lock too. If the police entered the box, they would waste time learning the story of the clothed people in the back of the truck, time the group would need to evacuate the farm.

The two men driving were both security men, one held a cell phone with only one number speed dial set up. If he held the number 2 for three seconds, a phone call would go out, and the man had only to say truck five and hang up. If he didn't call back in 30 minutes, the group would begin evacuation procedures on the farm.

Jeannette was on her way to auction, to be placed with her new master.



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Chapter 4


When Jeannette next awoke, she was in a room, with a pad similar to the cells, but this room had three other girls in it, all naked. The other two sat on their pads and watched Jeannette wake up. They didn't move or say anything. Jeannette stretched and shook her head from whatever they had given her to sleep.

"I'm J." She said in greeting.

"I'm C." The Blond Girl said.

"I'm A." The other girl, a girl with brown hair like Jeannette's own said.

Jeannette adjusted herself and sat to wait. She didn't ask about food, she would be fed when she was fed. There was a bucket in the room, and after a short while, Jeannette used it and then returned to the pad to wait.

After a couple hours, a man came in and looked around at the girls, and then consulted his clipboard all the girls were kneeling and holding their arms behind them.

"OK, we have Slaves C, A, and J here." The man said.

"Yes Master." Each said as their name was called.

"We're going to place you each with a permanent Master. Over the next two days, some will come and look at you, and some will test you. Answer any questions they ask you the best you can. If you don't know, tell them you don't know. Do you understand?" The man asked.

"Yes Master." They all said.

The man next explained. "Masters all have something different in mind. Some may like something about you, others may not. Don't worry, the Master you are placed with will want you."

"Food will be here in a few minutes, and then you'll get another shot." The man said backing out of the room and closing the door.

Jeannette sat back down and waited, the food was delivered by another Man, who smiled at each of the girls in turn. He liked C, she had big tits, and Jeannette thought she was pretty.

The man gave them the food and then left, Jeannette ate hers quickly, and then sat back sipping the last of her water.

The man returned and took the trays out, and then came in with three large syringes. He injected each girl on the back of her left shoulder, and then left. Jeannette rubbed hers and saw the others doing the same. The injection was a long term, at least one-year, birth control device. It was injected under the skin, and would slowly dissolve and release a small amount of a hormone that would prevent any pregnancy. Some masters wanted a pregnant slave, others didn't. Those who demanded a slave that could be made pregnant were told to special order one, at a significantly higher price.

Jeannette waited and then the lights went out, and she lay down to sleep. She wasn't tired, but her training was to sleep when it was dark, and not think about things

In the morning, the lights came on, and they each used the bucket again. The girls waited and soon someone came to take them to showers, where they quickly washed themselves and brushed their teeth and hair. They rushed out and lined up as they were told to when done. When all three were together, they were taken back to their room.

A short while later, the door opened and a man and woman entered. The girls all knelt and waited to be given instructions.

"You, what is your name?" The woman asked C.

"I am slave C Mistress." The blond answered.

"Stand and let me look at you." The woman commanded and C stood up. The woman walked around C and nodded. "Nice lines on this one, pleasing to the eye. Mark her as a possible."

The man nodded and made a note on a piece of paper.

The woman walked to A and again the name and stand routine. "Small breasts, but she's got interesting little dimples on her ass doesn't she?"

"Yes Ma'am." The man answered.

"You, what's your name." To Jeannette.

"I'm slave J Mistress." Jeannette answered.

"Stand." The woman ordered.

Jeannette stood and let her mouth open on command, and was viewed all over.

"Look at that beautiful ass Robert, I want to beat it black and blue just looking at it." The woman said behind Jeannette. "Another possible." Then the woman left.

The door opened again shortly and again the girls were looked at. This man liked A best, and seemed disinterested in C. He left without looking at Jeannette more than a glance. Jeannette wasn't insulted, she simply was. The master they put her with would want her, she was certain of that, Master had said so.

A dark skinned man with bad breath squeezed Jeannette's breasts hard, and then made a note on his card. Then he smacked C's much larger tits to watch them shake, he nodded again, and moved out of the room.

Another woman came in and asked all of them to stand, she walked around and then left without making any note Jeannette could see.

Another man came in and in accented English told them to stand. They did, and waited. He spoke in another language, and none of the girls reacted. He shrugged and walked around He asked C the first question. "What is your name?"

"Slave C Master." C answered.

The man nodded and asked A, and she answered. Then he asked Jeannette.

"Slave J Master."

He nodded again and then with a wave of his hand walked out. Jeannette didn't know, but that was to be her Master.

This routine was followed for the next day and a half. Food was brought twice a day, and the girl's bucket was emptied twice a day too. Jeannette was given orders for Mouth by the dark skinned man with bad breath, and he ejaculated down her throat quickly Jeannette thanked him.

Later he came back and had C give him her mouth, and he came again very quickly.

The woman who liked the dimples of A's ass came back and hiked her skirt up and straddled A's face, and shuddered a short while later as her orgasm took her. A was thanked and the woman left.

One man came in and told C that he wanted her cunt, she complied and he fucked her for a long time before he came. Then he left.

On the third morning the slaves were all showered and waiting in their room. Food was brought, and the slaves merely waited.

In the large conference room, David the Sales Manager for the Vassal Group was going over each of the slaves in turn, and then the auction would start. He finished the list describing each Slaves best and worst attributes in turn.

Dieter Weiss sat and listened as the slaves were described. Several of the buyers shook their heads about Slave J's issues of needing positive re-enforcement. Desiring, desperately needing Master's love, which was an orgasm, urine, or whatever, Master gave.

"That's not what she's there for. She's there for our entertainment, not some pampered pet." A dark skinned man said in accented English.

A woman with a very thick British accent said. "How is she at taking pain? I would personally love to test her ability to take the lash."

"She has been beaten often, and tested on this. She is a signature product, which means her training is considered exceptional." David answered. A Signature product was the term they gave to Devon's creations, he had a significant following in the return buyers.

The dark skinned man shook his head again. "No one would want a slave that needs to be cuddled and petted. We are buying toys, not poodles to parade around."

When the bidding started, Slave C was first, and sold for a cool $750,000 to the dark skinned man.

Slave B a male slave, was sold for the same price to the English Woman. That buyer also bought slave G a female slave.

The auction moved along, and when it came to Slave J, Dieter was enthralled by the idea of a slave worshipping him. This was his first auction. Another buyer had told him about the auctions, and then set him up to meet the Sales manager for the group. David and Security had checked him out to make sure he was as advertised. Dieter Weiss had passed the tests, and was here because of that. He had money, and a history of interest in kinky sex.

Dieter bid a half million for Slave J. David accepted a bid of $550 Thousand from the dark skinned man. Dieter had suspected that the unknown to him dark skinned man was trying to talk the product down. As Dieter bid three quarters of a million dollars, he got a dirty look from the dark skinned man.

"$775,000" The dark skinned man said reluctantly.

"$850." Dieter said calmly.

After another look from the dark skinned man, Dieter smiled as the man shook his head and sales nodded.

"Any other bids?" David asked. When he got nothing but negatives, he nodded and said pointing to Dieter. "You're the winner sir."

Dieter had his first slave, and reveled in the feeling. He owned a human being, something that only a very few could say. More than that, he owned a slave who would worship him and do whatever he asked of her. He controlled a dozen businesses. He was a major force in another two dozen businesses. He controlled the futures of tens of thousands of workers, and now he owned a woman. One who would be grateful for whatever he felt like doing.

Dieter was taken after the auction into a smaller office where one of David's assistants was waiting. Dieter endured an hour-long briefing on what to watch for. Hans was also there, as his right hand man, and most trusted assistant. As they listened to the briefing and understood their responsibilities to care and eliminate the slave in case the programming broke.

"Herr Weiss, if you have any problems, you know how to reach us." The assistant finished up.

"Indeed I do." Weiss said.

Hans was frowning. He didn't like this very much. It was risky to him, but Weiss wanted it, and he had the money, and thus the power.

The travel arrangements were next. The group had a small number of airplanes designed to assist with this issue. Also they had customs people who were if not bought, then were merely incompetent. The girl would be transported the next day. Dieter and Hans would fly on a Gulfstream Jet to Germany. One of the smaller airports, where the customs would be cursory at best. The girl would be unconscious, and loaded into a large rolling piece of luggage.

The slaves were waiting, something they had all done for a long time, and were used to. The doors opened, and the Master with the clipboard came in.

"I'll call your name, as I do, come here and be presented to your new Master"

Everyone had knelt upon his arrival, and they all nodded and said "Yes Master."

Slave C was the first of Jeannette's room to be called, and then her own name was called.

"Slave J." Master with the clipboard called her.

Jeannette rose and walked to him and was directed out the door. She walked into a much larger room, and saw Slave C with the dark skinned man with bad breath. He was roughly fondling her breast and grinning at her. Outside the door, another man with a clipboard looked at her and then nodded to the man with the thick accent.

"Master Dieter, this is Slave J, your property sir." Master with the clipboard bowed slightly as Master Dieter clipped a leash to Jeannette's collar.

"Good Slave, come with me." Dieter said.

Jeannette followed him and he walked through the large house they were in and then outside to a waiting limo. He put her in the back and climbed in himself. Picking up the intercom phone he said. "The house please." and hung up.

Jeannette waited, kneeling on the floor and looked at his shoes.

"Slave J, I am your new Master, I am Dieter, and you are coming to live with me. Right now, we are going to a house I am renting, and we'll get acquainted then we'll fly to my home in Germany, Ja?" Master Dieter said

"Yes Master." Jeannette said. "Master, may I speak?"

"Ja. Slave." Dieter said.

"Master, is Ja similar to do you understand?" Jeannette asked.

"Sometimes Slave J, sometimes it is. It means Yes, and when at the end of the sentence, it means do you understand." Dieter allowed.

"Yes Master, thank you master." Jeannette nodded her head. She wanted to please her master, needed to please him.

Jeannette was led into a house from the garage and she followed Master to a bedroom.

"Slave, mouth." Dieter commanded.

Jeannette knelt at his feet and opened her mouth. He put his cock into her mouth and she sucked on him, using his reactions to judge when he enjoyed one technique or another.

"Slave, cunt." Dieter next told her.

Jeannette was almost ready anyway, enjoying herself like this, watching her Master's pleasure on his face.

Jeannette followed his instructions and straddled him, riding him happily as he started to swell, nearing his own orgasm.

"Slave, I understand you can only come on command, this is so Ja?" Dieter asked her.

"Oh Yes Master." Jeannette answered him.

"Good, I want to see this, come for me now." Dieter said, and Jeannette did

Dieter felt her cunt get even wetter, and grip him with all her muscles, and knew that she wasn't faking that. It truly was amazing, the way these trained girls would do anything for you. He owned a girl, an American girl, and could fuck her whenever he wanted.

He shuddered as the realization of this dream gripped him, and he began to ejaculate into her cunt. Jeannette smiled as she got her new masters love.

Looking down at him she said "Thank you master." and then rolled off of him and licked his softening cock clean. Thinking to herself that Master Devon was right, all she had to do was what she was told.

Dieter smiled back at her, the little slut actually thanked him for coming inside of her. She would fuck anyone he told her to, at least that was the story. "Slave, if I told you to do something with someone else, fuck them, would you do it?"

"Of course Master." Jeannette said automatically.

"Of course you will." Dieter said thinking. They had told him not to question the slaves about what if scenarios and such. It might cause the slave to break their programming. Give the slave orders, commands. Don't ever ask opinions or what they liked. They were trained to like what they were told to like.

He looked at his new toy and wondered about the next instructions he had been given. If the slave breaks programming, bring her back, and we'll retrain her and return her to you. If that isn't practical, eliminate the slave immediately. Notify us of the details, and we'll give you a credit on future purchases

"Slave, suck my cock." Dieter said and watched and Jeannette complied with his wishes. He had women who would pretend to enjoy this activity. His ex wife had pretended, until she had said, "I do." Then she didn't. He had women who would pretend to enjoy anything, for a price, but this one would truly enjoy it, and the price was essentially one time. When he got bored with her, he could throw her away and get another one.

Jeannette felt him grow erect and smiled as her Master told her what to do next.

"Slave, ass." Dieter said watching. Jeannette rolled again and was waiting him on all fours, her asshole obviously opening up, waiting for him to fuck her He entered her with his cock slick from her own lubrication of her mouth. She would obey him always, and he would fuck her whenever he felt like it. If the staff back home was good, they could have some. A house whore, what a wonderful world

Dieter felt his cock getting gripped harder now, her hole drying, her spit drying around his cock. He smiled and said. "Get my cock wet again Slave." He nearly came as she turned around and smiled as she lowered her head to his cock fresh from her ass. Dieter took all of his self control to keep from coming from the erotic power he held. She quickly licked him until his cock glistened with her spit, then she turned around and opened up waiting for him. He re-entered her and fucked wildly. He had never owned anyone before, and he liked it.

He told her to come for him, they had told him to give the slave plenty of orgasms, it helped keep their programming stable. He was also told he could adjust her programming, to allow her to come when she wanted, but he wanted to control that, give it away as a treat when she had pleased him. He liked the power.

Jeannette came with his cock in her ass, and she shuddered in pleasure as he ejaculated right into her as she eased off her own orgasm. Master certainly did love her.

Dieter lay down and felt his fatigue grow, he had come twice, and needed a nap. He fell asleep and Jeannette lay quietly beside him, not daring to move, trained not to wake him She fell asleep beside her Master, and wondered if all the slaves were as happy

Jeannette woke with Master Dieter standing up and looking at her. She quickly jumped up and knelt before him awaiting her instructions. Dieter got hard watching the girl get up. Her first thought was of pleasing him. It was fucking incredible, owning someone. It was a huge ego boost. He could imagine ordering her to do anything, thousands of things, all at his whim. Perhaps the Kings and Emperors of lore and legend had this kind of power over their subjects, but it's doubtful. Most of the subjects would have done the King's bidding by fear instead of love, as this slave did.

"We have to get ready, we have a plane to catch, and I need to be packed" Dieter told her.

"Yes Master." Jeannette answered automatically.

It was well worth the additional money for the travel arrangements. Frankly, it would be a shame to be caught now; he had so many wonderful ideals about what to do with her. He didn't want to ruin it with some attempt he wasn't really prepared for. Perhaps in the future, he could ignore their travel arrangements, and make his own, when he knew more about how the international travel systems worked.

Dieter found his bag and made sure everything was in it. Then he carried the bag down to the front door. The Limo was outside again, and he turned to his property. God how he loved to think of her that way, his property, no other woman could ever come close to what she was, his property.

Dieter handed Slave J a dress and said "Put this on."

Jeannette did so quickly, and then put the shoes on as he directed her. She slipped her feet into cheap tennis shoes, and then stood. Master then took her to the car and they left with him in the seat and her kneeling at his feet. She smiled up at him, he was a good Master, they had found her a good master. This was better than she could have hoped.

"This is Hans, he works for me, and thus is another Master to you." Dieter told the girl.

Hans frowned. It wasn't that he cared about the girl. He really didn't. He was worried about what happens when someone talks. Dieter was too public to survive this if it ever got out. He would be ruined along with Herr Weiss.

Jeannette looked at the other man and nodded "Yes Master." To her mind, Master Dieter was the senior, or top Master, and Master Hans was the sub Master. Like Master's Paul and Carl back at the farm. They were just under Devon, and answered to Devon. Jeannette understood this, and smiled at Master Hans, hoping that he would love her as well.

Once at the small airport Jeannette followed Dieter as they boarded the plane. Dieter took a seat and nodded to Hans. Hans gave the signal to the sales representative in the plane and the plane started it engines and then taxied to the runway. There was no stewardess or anyone to serve drinks. Of course, with a Slave there to follow instructions, there wasn't really a need for one.

Jeannette got what she was told to when she was instructed by Master Dieter or Hans. She obeyed them without any hesitation.

The man from the sales department looked at his watch and nodded to the signal from the pilot. They were an hour out of the airport now. It was time to get the girl ready.

He rose and took the small syringe from it's pouch and nodded to Dieter.

"Slave J, give me your arm, it time for a shot." The man from sales said.

Jeannette held out her arm, and didn't flinch as the needle went into her skin. She watched the man push the plunger, and then she felt herself getting sleepy. In another minute, she was in a very deep sleep.

They loaded the girl into a bag and packed her in with towels to give it the right shape.

Landing at the Stuttgart Airport, one that the group found to have the most lax customs officials, especially for import flights with real or notional VIP's aboard.

In a few minutes, they had cleared customs, and were in the Limo on the way to the large house. They arrived and unloaded the luggage, including the girl. The Butler Fritz and the cook carried the girl down to the basement. There was a simple cot with a blanket on it. A ring had been affixed to the wall and a chain attached to it.

They took the girls clothing off while Dieter watched and directed their actions. "Do you believe I own her?" he asked. Dieter noticed the cook staring at the girl longingly. "Yes you may have her all you wish, as long as I get my time with her first."

The cook leered at the girl and nodded his understanding as he felt himself stiffen in anticipation. The Gardner arrived and presented Herr Weiss a lock to attach the girl to the chain with.

"When she's not doing things for us, cleaning whatever. Make sure you lock her up. Especially at night when we sleep." Dieter told them. "If she shows any sign of waking up, we need to take care of it immediately." He ran his hand down the girls face. "Let her sleep the drugs off for now. We'll have some fun with her later. I'll demonstrate how to manage her."

The men left Slave J to wake on her own.

When Jeannette started to come around, she found that her collar was chained to the wall. She shook her head and tried to clear the fuzziness as she woke up. Looking around, she decided this was to be her space for sleeping. Sitting up, she looked around again and found a toilet just within reach of her chain. She went and used it and then returned to her cot.

A man came down, she hadn't seen him before, but since he was dressed, he was a Master. Jeannette knelt before him and waited for her next instructions. He unlocked the chain and then turned to her and focused on the words.

"Slave, come with me." The cook said in English.

Jeannette rose and followed him up the stairs. She followed him down a hall and into an office. Master Dieter was there, with Master Hans. Jeannette knew what to do now, she was well trained and promptly went to Master Dieter and knelt before him.

"Slave J, these are the others who work in my house, to you they are all Masters Ja?" Dieter asked.

"Yes Master." Jeannette said simply.

"Hans you know, that man" Dieter said pointing at one "is the cook. Master Cook to you." Dieter had already talked to them, and decided that only Hans and he would have names, others would have titles to keep it simple for J. The men didn't care, they hoped to enjoy the girl, and a name to them didn't matter. He then pointed out the Gardener, and the butler.

Jeannette memorized the names she was to use to address the masters. She nodded and said "Yes Master."

"Now Slave J, I'm going to show them how to command you." Dieter said smiling.

"Yes Master." Jeannette said.

"Slave mouth." Dieter told her next.

Jeannette approached him on her knees and opened her mouth wide. Dieter pulled his cock out and let her suckle him. He looked at the others and saw the gardener and cook lick their lips in anticipation. The butler, Fritz watched with apparent disinterest.

Hans had seen this before and watched the men. He was interested in their reactions, he was still worried about this, and it could backfire badly.

Dieter watched the girl make him erect. He kept glancing at the others, loving the power he held at this time. It was awesome. Next, he decided, he would show them her cunt. How happy she was to bounce on a hard cock. "Slave cunt." Dieter said.

Jeannette jumped up and turned around bending over his desk. Dieter stood up and thrust himself deeply into the girl. "As you can see, she'll immediately obey every command." He said in German to his staff.

Jeannette smiled as Master fucked her cunt. She hoped he would soon fill her with love. She hoped he would give the command for her to come.

Dieter continued in German to his men. "She can only have an orgasm if you tell her to. Watch, and know this is her reward for obedience." Switching to English he said. "Slave, come for me now."

The men's eyes popped out as Jeannette was obviously having an orgasm on command. It was incredible, she would do anything you told her to. The Gardener was almost drooling on himself at this show.

In German, Dieter continued. "The orders are as I told you. Let's keep it in English for her. Don't teach her any German. I don't want her knowing what we discuss." Then in English he said. "Slave Mouth."

Jeannette whipped around as he withdrew. She knelt before him quickly and began to suck on his cock. Dieter was ready to come and said in English "Slave, take my love now." Then he filled her mouth with his orgasm. Sucking him gently she cleaned his cock with love and care. Jeannette looked up at Master and love shown through her eyes.

"Good Slave, you've pleased me greatly. Now, take care of the others." Dieter said smiling.

Jeannette almost trembled with anticipation. The opportunity to get love from all the masters was almost too good to be true.

The Gardener stood and moved forward first. "Slave Mouth." He said in broken English.

Jeannette opened her mouth and began sucking on Master Gardener first. The Gardener shuddered in ecstasy as Jeannette sucked him hungrily. He looked at Herr Weiss and asked in German. "You say we can fuck her in the ass?"

"Oh yes, she really enjoys it." Dieter said smiling.

The cook walked up and hung his cock next to the Gardener. Jeannette reached up and began to stroke Master Cook's lovely cock. The Cook's cock was already hard.

The Gardener turned to the cook and said in German. "I want to fuck her ass." Then he turned to Jeannette and said in English "Slave Ass."

Dropping to all four's Jeannette automatically relaxed everything, it wasn't hard anymore. The cook moved behind her and knelt on the ground aiming himself at her ass. The cook knelt before her and said in better English than the Gardener. "Slave Mouth."

The Gardener thrust himself hard and fast into her ass and began to laugh and Jeannette moaned around the Cook's cock. The cook decided to see if the girl really could come on command as was claimed. "Slave come for me."

Jeannette's body shook wildly as she had an orgasm on command. Master Gardener didn't have a big cock, and it slid easily in her ass. Master Cook was average, and was easily managed in her mouth.

The Gardener was disbelieving as he watched her perform. It was too much and he quickly came. His fast reactions were part of the reason his girlfriend had left him. He just loved to fuck, and when he got inside her, he couldn't resist coming almost immediately. This was going to be fun, fucking a bitch who wouldn't care about anything except his pleasure.

The cook smiled at his friend. Then he said. "Slave cunt." He watched as Jeannette turned around and backed herself towards his erect cock. It was amazing; her cunt was literally opening as if she was as horny as could possibly be. She backed onto his cock and used the freedom of her mouth to clean the gardener who had pulled out of her ass.

The Butler sat with open-mouthed astonishment. In German he asked Dieter. "Herr Weiss, how did you manage to find someone who would do this?"

Hans shook his head no. Dieter ignored him and answered the Butler. "I bought her from a group in America. Well trained little slut isn't she?"

The Butler nodded and was astonished as the Gardener pulled back and pulled his pants up.

"When we're not playing with her, she'll do chores around the house. Cleaning and other such chores are what she's been doing when they weren't training her. When we have guests, just chain her up downstairs, and gag her." Dieter told the group. "Tell no one of this, She's mine, and I'm willing to share her with you, but no one else."

Hans continued frowning as he imagined the trouble they would all be in. He would raise his concern again in a month.

The Butler moved forward and said in very bad English. "Slave your mouth." He presented his cock to the woman, and she began to suck him hungrily. It was amazing, she used her tongue and swirled it over and around his cock. He closed his eyes and enjoyed her talents. He was an old man, and knew he wouldn't ever be able to use her every day, but he could use her now and then.

Jeannette was welcomed into the house in the way she best understood. They fucked her and gave her love. The cook came inside her, and she at the direction of the butler, lay back and allowed him full access to her cunt.

"My old friend, watch what she can do for you." He told the Butler in German. Switching to English he told Jeannette. "Slave, milk his cock with your cunt."

Jeannette began to squeeze and grip his cock using the muscles in sequence. The Butlers eyes grew wide in surprise. Jeannette smiled; glad to be making him happy. He came almost immediately thereafter and pulled out. Jeannette rolled around and cleaned him.

"Thank you all Masters." Jeannette told them all looking up at them with love on her face.

She was taken downstairs, and told to shower and clean herself. Jeannette complied, and then went to the bed to wait. Later, the cook brought her a simple tray of food and water. The stew was different than she was used to, but it was good.

After she had eaten, the cook came down and locked her to the chain, and took the tray away. The lights were turned off, and she lay down on her small cot and fell asleep almost immediately.

Over the next several days, Jeannette was given love, the Gardener found she would kneel and open her mouth obediently upon his command, and he began to piss on her laughing at her as he did so. He would do this ever few days as she got used to her new life with Master.

Master Dieter would send for her every day, and she was always happiest with him. Sometimes he would give her love, other times he would just want to have her kneeling beside him as he worked on something. A couple of months later, he took her to a small cabin, and she got to serve him alone for two days.

Jeannette's life settled into a sort of routine. Now and then Master Dieter would go off on business, and she would stay with the others and be useful to them. When Master Dieter came home, he always gave her a great deal of love. Every once in a while, Master Dieter would let her sleep next to him, and she was in heaven on those nights. She truly loved Master, all her Masters, but Master Dieter most of all.

The cook would have her scrub the floor every couple days, and watch her working to make sure she did a good job. Then he would beat her for not doing it well enough, and then he would fuck her wildly. Jeannette understood that Master Cook liked to beat her, and she understood that he loved her that way.

The men took turns humiliating the girl, and giggling. The Gardener went on a vacation, and returned early. He had tried to get some attention from a woman in a bar at the resort, and she had turned him down flatly. She even seemed to be uppity in his opinion.

"Slave, get on your knees, give me mouth." The gardener said angrily. Jeannette moved to comply, and was beaten for a while. Then Master Gardener gave her love in her ass, and then pissed on her. The Gardener took his frustration out on this bitch, she behaved properly, but he wanted to beat the woman in the bar, and couldn't.

Jeannette's life was almost routine, but that small seed of her personality waited for the water it needed to grow. It would be another year and a half before that specific water dripped down to germinate the memory.



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Chapter 5


It had been more than three years since Jeannette had been kidnapped, and brainwashed at the hands of the Vassal group. Today, her life would begin to change again.

As Jeannette lay across Master Dieter's desk, she was only inches away from an electronic clock that told Master the time, and day around the world. The little picture would shift, and then it would be a different time in the box, and a date was shown. New York was up now, and the date, August 17th. Jeannette knew that date, she was sure of it. It was something she was supposed to know.

Master was in her ass, fucking her hard now. Jeannette focused on pleasing Master, this was her duty, this was important, a date isn't important, unless it's a day she is to please Master.

Master Dieter gave her his love as he caressed her fucked into her ass, and she felt the usual contentment grow within her as she accepted his gift. She cleaned him carefully, and made sure his cock was perfect before she knelt and awaited his instructions

"Go slave, return to your duties, and allow me to finish my work." Dieter told her.

Jeannette thanked him and rose; she went back to cleaning Master's house. The cook had made her scrub the floor today, but that was normal, he wanted a clean floor

The cook thought that having a naked woman in the house doing whatever she was told was perfect She understood about six words in German, no one bothered to teach her more. They would insult her and call her names and she smiled and thanked them. It was wonderful most women talked back, and would slap someone if they suggested that they were less than perfect.

Jeannette finished the floor and was sent away, she returned to her room, her chores for the day done, and waited to be summoned again. She sat on her cot and thought about the date some more. August 17th. Why was that day familiar?

The gardener interrupted Jeannette's consideration of this. He summoned her with his usual hand wave, and then while she knelt he pulled his cock out and urinated on her laughing all the time. Jeannette didn't like Master Gardener. She didn't know his name; he never gave her proper love, only this poor excuse for love. He never let her come, even when he did fuck her. He could do it, had done it once, had said the magic words, come for me now slave, but then he never did so again. He was cruel, beating her when he could find any excuse. Jeannette washed up and cleaned up the floor after being used by the Gardener.

She had just returned to bed when the Cook brought her dinner down. Jan, the cook, fed her well She never was hungry like she was back in the cells. She ate gratefully thanking him in German as she had been taught.

"Danke mein Herr." Jeannette said. She ate the food, it wasn't bad, and it was always filling.

She finished eating and lay on her cot after returning the dishes, she always did after she was beaten the first time. She had helped the cook clean and then had returned here August 17th, why was that important?

Jeannette couldn't get it out of her mind, and Master Dieter left for a business trip, promising to be back in a few days. Jeannette would miss him, as always when he left, but she was determined to behave well for Master even when Master was gone.

She worked around the house, and was used by both the cook and gardener. The butler and Hans, Master's executive assistant were both willing to use her from time to time. Jeannette was busy, but she couldn't shake the feeling that the 17th of August was important somehow. A week had gone by since that day, and she couldn't remember why it was familiar, what made it important Days and dates meant nothing to her, she existed in the here and now. It was daytime, or nighttime. Time to do masters bidding, or time to sleep. There was no other time or days in her life.

Jeannette lay down to sleep after being locked into the basement, her collar chained to the wall as it was every night, and she lay awake thinking about the date, August 17th. She fell asleep, but was awake two hours later. The seed her mind had planted almost three years ago, the last seed of her personality had germinated, the water it needed was the date, and that date, was her Birthday.

"I'm Jeannette, and August 17th is my Birthday." She almost cried out loud, whispering this revelation to the dark of the basement from her small bed. Jeannette sat on the bed and remembered everything. She remembered how she was beaten, and strapped to the chair, and made to forget her life before. She had just realized how dangerous these thoughts were, Master would kill her if he knew she remembered. The lights came on, and Jeannette knelt on the bed, waiting to be unlocked just like every morning in this house.

The cook came down and using the key unlocked Jeannette and allowed her to wash and then come up just like every other day.

Jeannette kept her face impassive, knowing that anything she did that would give them reason to suspect could get her killed. She needed time to plan her escape. If she was very lucky, she would have one chance, only one chance to do it. If she failed, she would be killed, she was sure of that. Master had told her in training, she would be a slave until she was retired. Jeannette understood that to mean she would do this or die.

The next two weeks were hell on earth, worse than anything she could ever imagine going through, and she went through it. The gardener would laugh and urinate on her, and she would look up at him and manage only through sheer force of will to keep the feelings of disgust off her face. She hated him, he was a cruel pig of a man and she hated him.

The cook would laugh as she scrubbed the floor. She was careful not to let them know she was awake, careful to wait for her chance. It would come, one day; she would have a chance to escape.

Master Dieter didn't notice anything wrong, she used exactly the same phrases with him as she always had. Carefully pretending to love every minute of his attentions. She couldn't help her orgasms, they weren't her fault, and her body was trained to respond even if her mind was waking up.

Her memory was a problem. She knew her name, her birthday, and that she used to live in Atlanta that was all she could remember about before. She could remember in vivid detail all the tortures she had endured. The humiliations, the degrading experiences. She would get even, she was sure of it. She would escape, she just had to be patient Patience and determination, and her fortitude would win the day. She would smile up at the gardener and imagine him in handcuffs being dragged out of the house by the police as he pissed on her. She would imagine the Cook being raped in prison as she was, exactly as she was.

What really bothered her at night was the way her body would betray her. Master would say cunt, and her pussy would start generating fluids like she was truly aroused. Master would say ass, and she would open automatically. The good side of this was it allowed her mind to roam, imagining her freedom once she escaped, and leaving her body to be abused.

She had been awake for three weeks when Master Dieter announced he was going to the cottage. Hans said he would be glad to accompany Dieter to the cottage, but Dieter said no, he would take his slave and enjoy a weekend away. The cook prepared plenty of foods that could be eaten cold, or heated easily, for them to have. Jeannette noticed Hans looking at her now and then, and she was afraid he was beginning to suspect

The Cottage, she'd been there before. Master was sloppy at the Cottage, not chaining her up. Hans knew it too. Jeannette knelt on the floor looking blankly at the space ahead of her as they argued about Hans going. Jeannette didn't understand German, but she could tell Hans didn't trust her anymore. Master Dieter still did, and he was the boss.

Dieter himself gave Jeannette a dress to put on, and she did, maintaining the blank expression she had worn since waking up. She followed Master to the car and smiled at him whenever he looked at her. She was making mistakes, she couldn't help it. She wanted her freedom, and she wanted everyone punished for what they had done to her. Jeannette hid behind her blank expression, thinking, and knowing that Hans was beginning to wise up, next week, he would probably contact the slavers in America and tell them she was not behaving properly. When he did, they would come, she knew it. They would come and kill her.

This weekend was the only chance she was going to get. First, I need master to leave me unlocked I can't ask him, he'll suspect for sure. How can I do it? As they approached the cottage she sat staring at the dashboard and didn't realize it but she was frowning in deep concentration. She glanced using her eyes only at buildings they passed. They never stopped on the way to the cottage.

It was located in the woods, near a small lake. There weren't any other houses around that Jeannette had ever seen, and Master took her inside and told her to strip. She did, casually dropping the dress behind a chair near the wall. If she was going to escape she would need that, and the shoes, cheap tennis shoes, she wore. She kicked the shoes off and nudged them behind the chair too.

She fawned over Master, looking at him with feelings of love on her face, and only on her face. He would stroke her hair and tell her that she was a good slave, and read his book. Jeannette knelt beside him, the very picture of contentment. She had her plan worked out.

Master Dieter always slept soundly after two or three orgasms. He never locked her up then, he was too exhausted. She needed to screw him silly, and then she would have an hour, perhaps two, to make her getaway. She hadn't seen where he put the keys to the car, she couldn't remember if there was a place for them, and she couldn't risk looking for them. If she didn't see them on her way out, she would run barefoot and naked if she needed to in order to escape him

Friday night, Master Dieter fucked her cunt for a while, and then came on her face. He locked her to the bed, and left her on the floor with a ratty old blanket. She lay on the floor there and made no noise. Damn him. He was on the bed, and after one orgasm, he slept lightly. If she moved at all, he could wake up, and if he didn't beat her half to death, he would start to think Hans was right. She slept; she needed to be awake, and alert tomorrow for her chance.

Morning, and she kissed Masters cock as she always did when she was allowed to sleep with him. She had been awake for a while, and planned her day out better. Master had morning wood most mornings she was with him. He loved to see her squirming around and smiling in the sheer joy of serving him.

Dieter had morning wood soon after seeing her squirm about and kneel before him, looking up with such adoration at him. It's a shame that other women couldn't be trained to behave properly, like this.

He allowed his slave to suck his cock, and gave her his gift of love. He laughed as he considered it. She believed it was love she was getting. She looked up at him with such beautiful worshipful eyes. He loved to fuck her, and knowing he owned her outright was all the better.

Hans, such an old woman, thinking this one had outlived her usefulness, and should be eliminated before someone found out. She worshipped him, and although he had considered getting another, he would not part with her, she was his first slave. He would keep her until she woke up, or broke. Then he would personally shot her. He had brought the pistol in case she woke up here at the cottage. Perhaps he would tell her of this one day.

No, he would know, he knew her so well. She would hide her nakedness, all civilized people did, and that was one of the signs. She didn't, she paraded around nude, wearing only that collar, and would kneel before him and look up as though begging for his cock. It was so hard to disappoint her on those days he had to do business, but this weekend, he intended to give it to her again and again.

She sucked him off, and then he gave her his table scraps in on a plate with water to wash it down. She ate and then washed herself and awaited his next command. She cleaned the cottage quickly and expertly. She was a good housekeeper, and kept other things happily too. Dieter stopped her while she was scrubbing the floor, her teats swaying back and forth as she worked the scrub brush across the floor.

"Come here slave." Dieter commanded.

Thank God Jeannette thought as she climbed to her feet. She was afraid her tits would fall off the way she was shaking them for him. "Yes Master." She said cheerfully.

She ran to him and knelt at his feet and looked up at him the way he liked.

"Slave mouth." He commanded.

She dutifully adjusted her position and opened her mouth wide. Master then stuck his cock in her mouth and she fought the urge to bite him. She sucked on him with all the skill she had, using her tongue and her mouth and licking him. He was soon fully erect would it be cunt, or ass today Jeannette wondered.

"Slave, ass." Dieter commanded.

Ass, he's going to bugger me and there is only one thing, pretend it's the greatest pleasure on earth. "Oh Yes Master." Jeannette said as she lay across the couch as he directed her. She felt her rectum opening up in anticipation of his violation. She hated herself for this, and swore she would be in control of herself one day.

Dieter stuck his cock up her ass and felt it slide in so smoothly. Oh he loved this, knowing how much she enjoyed serving him gave him a feeling of ultimate power. He would admit from time to time, only to himself, that he felt like a god when he fucked her like this.

"Oh Master, please give me your love, please Master." Jeannette begged him from the couch.

God, hearing her voice was an aphrodisiac like nothing he knew. "Come for me now slave" Master commanded, and he felt her come at his command. What was wrong with Hans? How could he dream of giving up this power. If she was throwing of her programming, sure, but until then, it's the good life.

Jeannette came at his command, her body spasmed of it's own accord. There was a good side she decided, it meant she didn't have to fake it and risk alerting him.

He came inside her, and she shuddered to think about that. She knew what came next, steeling her will power, she promised herself to be better than average, she needed him to get hard again, and want her again. She needed him exhausted from fucking her. She needed to escape; she was out of time if this failed.

Dropping her mouth to his cock she expected it to taste horrible, but it didn't. Perhaps she had gotten used to it over the years of performing this activity. Deal with that later, deal with this now Jeannette raged at herself, forcing herself to concentrate, and uncork the last trick she knew. She hummed lightly as she sucked his cock, tunelessly humming as she sucked and licked him. Master Dieter shivered and smiled. He loved it when she did this; she only did it if ordered, or if she was especially happy with him.

"Ah my little slave wishes to make me hard again eh?" Dieter asked her.

Jeannette nodded and sunk herself to the limit of his shaft, sliding her tongue out to lick his balls ignoring the hair that would get stuck on her tongue.

Dieter smiled wider, his slave so loved to get fucked by him. Hell Hans had no idea what he was missing not just relaxing and enjoying the treatments should could give. He lay back and closed his eyes, she worked him with her mouth, and he responded. His cock grew hard as she sucked and caressed him.

"On top slave. Ride me." Dieter commanded next.

Jeannette climbed up on him and slid his length into her sopping wet cunt. She gripped him with her muscles, using all her training to coax another orgasm from him. She bounced on his cock, grinding herself into him, and riding back up. She rode him in a figure eight, and then gripped him in sequence.

"Oh, your cunt is lovely, a miracle." Dieter said smiling.

"Thank you Master." Jeannette said in automatic answer.

Keeping her mind clear, she was so close. In more ways than one she realized.

"Come for me now little slave." Dieter said. Jeannette moaned and bucked on his lap, her orgasm a good one, powerful, and breathtaking.

Damn it focus on him Jeannette raged at herself. Her body was just too well trained not to respond when it was told to. She rode him hard now, her tits bouncing painfully as she tried to coax another orgasm out of him. He began to grunt and gripped her tits very hard. She winced slightly but ground into him as hard as she could, milking him by squeezing her muscles in sequence. He came inside. Jeannette rocked gently to coax his orgasm from him, milking him for every drop. She smiled at him and gave him what he expected. "Thank you Master."

Dieter laid back on the sofa, nude, his cock slick from her juices, and his own residue. Jeannette fell to it and licked it clean, knowing he would sleep now.

He fell asleep and she waited, counting to five hundred after his breathing became normal before she stirred in the slightest. She stood silently, going to the chair, and pulling her clothing out and taking it gently towards the back. She had to unlock the door, and exit the back door; he was too near the front. She unlocked the back door, easing out. She took a full minute closing the door. She ran to the driveway, no keys, and no time to look for them. She was carrying her clothing, still wearing the collar locked on her, she ran. She made the first turn, and stopped and looked back, listening.

She put the dress on and put the shoes on her feet. She then ran as though her life depended on it, giving into the panic she had felt since waking up in hell. She ran because her life did depend on it. She turned from the drive into the road, Master Dieter turned right into the driveway, there was a small inn or something about five miles down the road, no idea what lay in the other direction. It could be fifty miles before she found help. In her mind, the full force and weight of the kidnappers, the huge organization they must have, was already after her. No time to take risks She had been gone ten minutes, free for ten minutes.

Dieter was still asleep, laying on the couch, and relaxing in the post sexual euphoria that exists in all of us.

Jeannette ran towards the Inn, she ran so fast her side ached with a stitch, she ran harder She had this one chance to be free, only one, or they would find her and kill her. Devon would find her, and kill her, or the security people at the farm, or whomever. Dieter would find her; Hans would kill her in a second. The gardener, he would love the chance to kill her. He would laugh and spit on her as he strangled her. Jeannette ran hard, turning a corner, and seeing the little inn ahead. She pounded towards it, her breathing ragged, nearing collapse. She was so close to help, to freedom.

The innkeeper was polishing glasses in the small dining room, no guests right now, but it was early in the season, it would pick up, it always did at the Hostel. His wife was in the kitchen, making them lunch, some sausage and boiled cabbage, a good Hessian lunch his Father had said. Then he nearly dropped the glass he was polishing with the towel as the girl busted into his house.

"Help, God please help me. Someone? Anyone here?" Jeannette cried out between gasps of air.

"Ja, I'm here. What is, what is, eh, Vas is los?" The innkeeper asked.

"Please help me, you have to help me, get the police." Jeannette said gasping for breath.

"Polizai? Are you hurt?" The old man asked in badly accented English.

"Yes, Polizai, get the Polizai, I just escaped." Jeannette's legs were shaking from exhaustion and panic to the point she nearly collapsed. The old man saw it and helped her sit. He went to the phone and called the local station telling the deskman that there was an American here, asking for the police but speaking no proper German.

"No idea of her problem?" The deskman asked.

"No, I don't speak any English. I don't know why these tourists don't speak German, we learn English to go to America don't we?" The innkeeper asked.

"Ah, we have Heinkel, he speaks some English. I'll send him down there." The deskman said, he wasn't about to endure another useless rant; it was too close to quitting time.

Heinkel was with the Sergeant, watching the road for speeders about 20 minutes away. Taking the call they set out to see this American woman, perhaps an auto accident or someone hurt. They drove quickly, but not in a big hurry. Police cars moving through this part of Germany in a hurry was a rare thing, but it would become very common later this afternoon.

Arriving at the inn the two police officers got out of the car, Heinkel anxious to practice his English, and show his Sergeant how useful it was to have him on the force. The Sergeant was bored, nothing ever happened around here. It was good in a way, he never had to work late either.

"Miss, I am Heinkel, can you tell me the problem?" Heinkel said as he approached the girl.

"Yes, I've just escaped, they kidnapped me, and they are going to kill me" Jeannette said in a rush.

"Wait a moment." Heinkel said slowly. He ran over her rushed words again He didn't recognize the kidnap, but he thought he heard kill. "You kill, eh." He bit his lip working the words in English. "You murder someone?"

"No, they are going to murder me. They kidnapped me, I only just escaped from Master, er, Dieter." Jeannette explained more slowly. Oh God, why can't one of them speak English?

As Heinkel returned to the car to get his English to German dictionary, to look up this word Kidnap another car pulled up, a small Volkswagen with an American Military sticker in the window. Ah, at least this American was driving properly for small German roads.

Heinkel returned to the dining room and saw the woman crying softly, she was obviously upset, afraid. If Heinkel was right, kill meant murder, and that was a big deal if she was involved in that. The American went to the restroom, and came to the dining room to get a beer when her heard Heinkel start again.

"Tell me who you murder?" Heinkel said pronouncing the word from his dictionary

The man stopped walking and froze, taking everything in. The girl said loudly and angrily. "I didn't murder anyone. They are going to murder me. They kidnapped me, raped me for three fucking years, and they will be coming soon to kill, yes I mean murder me."

"Please officer, Sergeant, I speak some German, and can tell you she is claiming to be a victim of many crimes. She says she was kidnapped, raped, for years, and has only just escaped. She says they will be coming for her, to kill her, not her kill them." The American said. He opened his wallet and produced an ID handing it to the Police Sergeant. "I am Military, CID, and offer my help"

Jeannette watched this, the Police officer's attitude changed dramatically. He began speaking rapid fire German at the civilian man and then looked at the girl. The man spoke. "I'm David Westbrook ma'am, and I'm an American. I speak pretty good German, I told them what you had said, and they want me to help translate until a better English speaking German shows up."

Jeannette nodded she was biting her lip.

"Did you mean you were kidnapped, taken against your will, forcibly raped, and are under threat of murder?" The man asked.

Jeannette said. "Yes, that is exactly what I mean."

David spoke German to the cops and Jeannette started to cry in relief. She was free, they would help her

David listened to the response and then turned to Jeannette. "Do you know who did this to you?"

"Dieter, his last name, um." Jeannette thought, she hadn't heard it very often. "Weiss? Yes, Dieter Weiss. I escaped when he fell asleep; he's in a cottage. Driveway about five miles up the road, I ran here."

The man translated, but the Germans had started frowning when she said the name. A conversation ensued and finally David nodded and turned to her. "Dieter Weiss is a fairly common German name, could you describe the man?"

Jeannette started to describe and David translated. David sat down and asked the innkeeper for two glasses of beer. Jeannette again gave the location of the cottage, right by the lake, about five miles or so.

The German cops started talking. The Sergeant was very unhappy, and the young cop seemed even more unhappy with her story. David watched and then turned to her saying. "The name you have given is a local businessman, very rich, and it's apparently going to be somewhat political. The Sergeant is going to phone headquarters and let them know the story so far, and ask for a." David stopped and looked embarrassed. "Ma'am please forgive me, but ask for a female officer from the sexual victims unit who speaks fluent, as opposed to what we're doing here, English."

As the Sergeant called in the first report, Dieter was waking up. He smiled and looked around for his slave. She wasn't there. He would have to beat her for leaving his side. He rose and walked around the cottage, and didn't see any sign of her. He called her several times as he looked. "Slave, where are you, you had better not be hiding from me."

He found the unlocked back door, and stepped outside still naked himself. The path to the driveway was dirt, and soft rich German soil held her bare footprints, obviously running fast, towards the drive.

Dieter saw this and knew what had happened, Hans was right, his slave had run away. She had escaped him, and would even now be telling the police everything. He was ruined, he could never escape. It was too far to the boarder to reach the safety of Switzerland, and no other neutral country was close enough. He stood there shaking in fear and his bladder released at the thought of being caged like an animal. Urine ran down his leg and he began to cry. He would spend the rest of his life in a German Prison, raped by the neo Nazi punks and other hard men from East Germany. He wouldn't live like that.

Dieter walked to his coat, and found the pistol in an inside jacket pocket. It had belonged to his father, a Walther PPK in .32 caliber. Not a big gun, made famous by those films about the British spy. It was a very reliable gun though, and the .32 would do the job. Dieter stood in the bedroom, put the pistol to his head, and ended his shame before it could really begin. He was a coward, he knew it. Perhaps if he was more man, he would stand and fight it in court, take his lumps for his actions, but he couldn't do that.

Jeannette was giving the whole story to David Westbrook, who excused himself and used the phone himself. He called his unit commander and informed him of what was going on, and then he called a friend.

"Legal Attach, Mathers." Kevin Mathers, FBI Agent, currently serving as Legal Attaché to the American Embassy said as he answered his phone.

"Kevin, it's David Westbrook. I have a problem you need to be aware of."

"OK David, who's the family you soiled this time?" The FBI agent asked good naturedly.

"Kevin, I wish I was joking. I have an American Woman here who claims to have been kidnapped, brainwashed, tortured, raped, and is currently an escapee from these people, under threat of death from them."

"You have to be joking, an American? What's her name?"

David gave her the name of Jeannette Simmons, Atlanta Georgia.

Mathers typed the name into his computer and came up no file. She wasn't a listed citizen in Germany. Not being listed as being in a country was almost impossible these days.

"Start over Dave, tell me again what's her story?" This time the FBI man took notes and asked questions. "Shit, she's saying it was Dieter Weiss?"

"Yes, which is why I'm calling you. I just called the Col. He about shit himself."

"I bet, his response was probably. 'Major, how did you get involved with this mess?' and you told him you were just driving along minding your own business."

"I really was this time. I swear it."

"OK, let me make some phone calls, I have people's days to ruin in Washington" Mathers said as he groaned.

He reported to the Deputy Director of the FBI, and promised that this was a first report, from a known military man. CID, solid investigator, a little unconventional, but good The Germans haven't called it in to him yet, but he wanted instructions if or when they did.

"Shit." Was the reply of the Deputy Director.

Kevin refrained from his initial impulse. "I'll be sure to tell them that." Would have sent the Deputy Director through the roof.

The Deputy Director gave Jeannette's name to an agent and he typed it in to the computer

"I have a missing person's report in Atlanta on that name, about three years old Sir." The agent replied.

"Shit." The Deputy Director summarized.

Kevin kept his mouth shut.

"You know where this is going on? Where the girl is?" The DD asked a few moments later.

"Yes Sir, as I said, a friend, Military Cop, is down there now."

"I'm faxing you what we have on her, a copy of her drivers license, it has a finger print, right index, see if it's her will you?" The DD said.

"On it now Sir. I'll be on the cell when I leave the Embassy."

The ball was rolling, and rolling down hill, it would gather steam, and gather material, soon becoming a huge boulder bouncing down a hill wrecking a number of peoples days, weeks, and even years.

The FBI agent roared out of the Embassy in the Ambassador's BMW, heading for the Autobahn, and driving fast. He floored it to get up to speed and headed south for Munchen He had the GPS guiding him and it was keeping up so far. He knew the Ambassadorial plates would prevent him getting too annoyed by the local highway cops, but he wished he had flashing lights and a siren to pronounce "I am police."

He didn't know it, but more cops were headed south even now. The District Commander had heard the story at the inn. The Inn's parking lot was quickly filled with Police, and he determined that they had to go and speak to Herr Weiss. He personally went to the cottage, and found the back door open. Entering he called to Herr Weiss or anyone. Hearing nothing he moved with great care through the house, his Lieutenant following him. He saw Dieter on the floor, a small round hole in his temple, and a somewhat larger hole on the other side. He bent carefully and looked to see what the hole looked like. Contact wound, star shaped entrance wound, the sure sign of the barrel being held to the skin.

The crime scene team was on it's way here now, but the Commander looked and saw the chains the girl had described attached to the bed. She was telling the truth

He called using Herr Dieter Weiss's phone the neighboring district Commander. Giving what he had, he asked his friend to go out to Herr Weiss's house, and talk to the staff. Keep them there until Berlin gets here, and keep it quiet.

Returning to the Inn after taking another look at the body, he felt it would be a certain suicide.

When she was informed that Dieter Weiss was dead from a self inflicted gunshot wound, Jeannette broke down and cried and wailed. She wouldn't speak for a long time just wailed and held herself. They didn't understand her agony, but she had disappointed master, and that was a very bad thing. Her confusion at feeling so horrible about disappointing master didn't make things any easier.

The first of the Berlin sent people was the female English speaking officer from the sex crimes unit. She was there talking gently to Jeannette and acting very kindly. FBI agent Mathers showed up shortly thereafter and demanded to see the girl. As she was an American Citizen, she was entitled by international treaty to Consular Representation when questioned by the police.

He got to Jeannette and quickly checked her picture against the rough copy of the Drivers License. It was her. Shit. He would wait on the fingerprint, but it was her. She didn't remember her address, or license number, or really anything about Atlanta, she did describe horrific uses of drugs and mental manipulation that boggled his imagination.

He called Washington and reported as the sun went down, and the Deputy Director groaned and took two Excedrin. It was going to be a long fucking night, and a long weekend.

He called the Director who was at home enjoying some rare time with the family. He reported and repeated what he knew twice before the Director groaned and pronounced the word of the day, Shit.

The Attorney General was called, and he phoned the Secretary of State to inform her of the international furburger. Dead major international businessman who was apparently involved in a kidnapping and slavery ring using brainwashing and rape. Oh, the victim in case you wondered was a good old American Girl from Atlanta who could barely remember her name, and little else due to the brain washing.

The Attorney General called his deputies, and got them up to speed, they called the underlings and had two of them fly to Germany to co-ordinate with the Germans.

One of those called made his own call, but not to anyone in the Department of Justice.

Robert, the head of security for the Vassal group got the call about Midnight. He listened and then hung up without speaking more than hello.

He sat up and shook himself awake. Hoping to find he was dreaming. It wasn't a dream, a nightmare perhaps, but no dream.

Jeannette Simmons, Atlanta Georgia. She just might be one of ours.

He got dressed and headed in to central control, and then he sent a double encrypted email to the committee, after checking. Jeannette Simmons was on his list, and the city was Atlanta Georgia. It was one of ours. She had come from Farm number one.

He called Tony and Dominique and used the code phrase for emergency meeting. He sent the code signal for full lockdown of Farm number one, and then he waited.

Meanwhile in Germany, Jeannette was giving as much detail as she could remember. District Police has shown up at Herr Weiss's house and found only the cook and gardener there. The district Captain went to the basement over the loud objections of the cook and gardener and found what he had been told he would. A small bed, a chain secured to the wall, a shower, no clothing. The girl had described it perfectly

He went upstairs and decided not to play today, he wasn't in the mood. This disaster could well be put on his head. To the now silent cook and gardener he said. "Listen to me, the girl is talking, Herr Weiss is dead, he shot himself. I will ask for leniency for the first person who tells me what went on here, I will ask for the maximum penalty for all others who are involved."

The cook paled and he pointed at the Gardener and shouted "He would urinate on the girl regularly. Weiss loved it when he did that."

The Gardener turned to the cook and shouted back at him. "You bastard, you fucked her about every day and laughed while you called her names."

The two tossed accusations and counter accusations until the Commander had them separated and interviewed. He called in his report to Berlin. It was becoming a disaster of epic proportions

They both blamed Herr Weiss, and especially Hans, he was behind this, we are truly victims here.

Hans had pulled onto the street where the Weiss house was and saw three police cars pull into the driveway. He knew what had happened, the girl had been waking up. Then she had escaped when Dieter had let his guard down. Hans drove right past the house and kept going. In three hours, he was in Switzerland, beating the alert for him by twenty minutes.

During the drive he began to make phone calls. Calling a number of banks around the world, he arranged the transfer of millions of German Marks, Euros, and Dollars. He went to his bank and got an accounting of his money, then he checked into a hotel, he would be here in Switzerland for a very long time. Now he could afford it.

As Robert reported the information he had so far, including the confirmed name, and the fact that she was one of our slaves, Tony went pale as a ghost. Dominique's eyes nearly bugged out of her head.

"You need to get down there, and find out what the fuck happened. Find out right now." Tony demanded of Dominique. "Jesus, one of ours woke up, in Germany of course. Now half the fucking cops in Germany are in on this. Robert check the flight's out of JFK, see if Gretta is on her way to fucking Germany for Christ sake."

Robert ignored the last part, he knew Tony used Gretta to represent all the press.

"Find out what caused this disaster, find out what the fuck went wrong. Find out right now got that?" Tony ordered and Dominique left her chair and headed for the door.

"Robert, give her a driver." Tony ordered.

Robert nodded and lifted his cell phone. When Dominique got downstairs, a tall woman with little noticeable expression was waiting for her.

"I'm your driver Ma'am. Please come with me." The woman said.

Dominique smiled at her. "Let me guess, you aren't a very good driver are you?" She had expected it, and it wasn't the first time they had given her a driver. The driver was there to guarantee that she didn't try and disappear.

She rode to the airport and took the twin engine turboprop plane which was standing by waiting for her. The Driver went with them, and at Raleigh Durham airport, the Driver got in the rental car and drove off towards the Farm. Three hours later Dominique arrived at the farm and stormed inside. There was no way she was going to be blamed for this disaster. She didn't care how many heads were needed to prop up her chair; she wasn't going down for this.

She had called ahead and given the code phrase to have Devon waiting for her upon her arrival.

In the meantime, Jennifer had slept for a few hours, and was again being interviewed by the German police with Agent Kevin Mathers in attendance to assist her with some information.



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Chapter 6


Dominique has traveled for the last five hours to get to training farm number one. Before departing the main office, she has called and told the Control officer at the farm to have Devon waiting for her when she arrives. A driver is sent with her, to insure she gets to her destination, and to insure she doesn't try and disappear with the secrets of the Vassal Group.

"We have a problem Devon." Dominique said upon entering control

"Hello Dominique, nice to see you, pleasant surprise and all of that." Devon said lightly.

"Did you hear me, I said we have a fucking problem." Dominique said again

"I heard you, I am just waiting to hear what the problem is before I panic and shit myself." Devon said just as lightly.

"Slave J woke up, she ran, her Master is dead, apparently self inflicted gunshot. She is telling the cops everything." Dominique said still agitated.

"Slave J? I've had a dozen Slave J's through here; I don't even remember the last two. Do you have a unit number or proper name?" Devon said calmly.

"Jeannette Sessions. Passed through here two years ago. Was sold to a buyer in Germany Does that jog your memory Devon?"

Devon leaned over a computer and typed the name in, after typing a password and then the decryption password he brought up the file on Jeannette Sessions.

"OK, here we go, yes, I remember her now. She had a rather unusual event. In initial anal training, she woke up. Almost four months after her first memory event. Long period in between. That was an anomaly but otherwise only the fairly common hiccups She responded in an above average way to positive reinforcement of potential. She liked to hear how Master was pleased in other words." Devon said reading the file quickly. "We abandoned that farmhouse over a year ago, and have been here since. She doesn't know that location, much less this one. Doesn't know any last names. One note, ah yes, I remember now it's a report of a conversation with me. It was the one time she spent the night in anal training with me. Sleep confirmation test. I noted it because I brought her to my regular room."

"OK, so how much does she remember?" Dominique asked.

"I don't know, would you be able to make an appointment for me to speak with her while the police are guarding her?" Devon asked.

"Devon, this is not a joking matter." Dominique said tightly.

"I have no idea what she remembers, I have no way of knowing. I can't see her, or talk to her to find out. I don't know what could have woken her up. She spent an above average amount of time in the chair. No one has ever woken up two years after leaving this facility. Most don't survive more than a year." Devon said just as tightly for once. "Until we know what she remembers, and is reporting, then I can't even begin to guess."

Dominique frowned for a while and then said. "I want the file, to take to the shrinks I want to know what they think she remembers."

"I'll tell you, names and faces of trainers. Some of the other slaves, some she interacted with. They are in her file; I'll include those files as well. She never heard anything but first names; she never heard any reference to location. I'll search for training video, and include that as well. If you have an hour, I'll have it all for you then." Devon said hotly.

"Devon, this is a fucking disaster. It's not my fault." Dominique said.

"No, this is expected. You can't really re-program an individual. We come as close as possible, closer than anyone will think is possible. We brainwash them, but a thousand different things hold the potential of reopening memory pathways Damn it you know all of this. I would like to know, was it a smell, a sound, or a sight. She seemed very visually oriented if I remember but that was some fifty slaves ago. God Damn it Dominique don't stand that and act like it's my fault, You know good and well I've never had this happen before None of us in this organization have. We have standing orders for our clients, retire the slaves at the first fucking sign of any awakening." Devon said locating files as he spoke.

"Devon, this isn't in the news, but it will be." Dominique said

"I don't think so, the feds will take over the investigation. They will keep it very hushed. I'll even bet they put her in protective custody. Somewhere safe from us bad old slavers." Devon said.

"Are you joking, the boss is blowing a gasket right now. He's screaming about Greta doing a special. Wonders if it would be easier to get her office space in the boardroom." Dominique raged.

"The boss is acting like a fool. Tell him the Feds will consider this an active investigation they don't release information on sex crimes, especially women's names. They hope to build a case. I don't think they can, even if she sang like a canary about all she saw and did since she was abducted, she doesn't know anything. Not where we were, not who picked her up. Not anyone's last name. Devon isn't that common of a name, but it's also not my real name. No one here ever used his or her real name. What can they have? A few sketches of us trainers. How accurate will those be? I don't know. Let's assume massively accurate. So fucking what? They don't know where to start looking. There are millions of farmhouses around the country. Are the 4,000 or so agents of the FBI going to kick down all of those doors looking for slavers? No, are they going to put our faces on TV? Let them, we never leave the house. In a month, this will be old news, and Jeannette will be learning her new name in protective custody spending six days a week in therapy to deal with this." Devon said. "That is my assessment. Have security present you with one, it will be five pages long, and reference a dozen different examples, but will say pretty much the same thing."

Dominique looked doubtful as she accepted the flash drive with the training file on it.

Devon sat and sighed. "They are overreacting right now, calm them. Get security to do the assessment. Their conclusions will be what I said, won't it control?"

"My initial impression, yes. I don't know about the details, but generally speaking, none of the slaves are ever exposed to anything to identify the person No DNA could be available after all this time, so that is out." The security lead on duty in Control sighed and said. "She can tell a story that will have shrinks around the nation licking their chops dreaming about getting in here and studying our techniques, but otherwise, nothing."

"Where will they put her if they protect her, to get her that kind of help?" Dominique said.

"I don't know, ask the shrinks who the most famous of them are. See who gets published and does a lot of consulting work. Probably somewhere around DC, but that's a guess. LA, San Fran, Chicago, possibly New York. I'd go with a large or medium sized city." The security guy frowned and said "Didn't they send Sammy the Bull to Phoenix? Wherever, there is a chance our surveillance teams will spot her. Do I send a picture to center to get out to them?"

"No, I'm going back there, a driver is waiting. She's been having to pee every time I do. I think they're worried I'll try to run" Dominique laughed. "Where would I go? If I was dumb enough to turn myself in, I'd get life in the electric chair for all the shit I've done. No, I'll stay until it's time to retire."

Devon sighed "That's the story with all of us." Shaking his head he continued. "It's much to early to even consider retiring anyone Calm the boss down, get security on that assessment. Make the request loud and proclaim it. Open our files to security. Control, check everything to make sure I've copied it all."

"I already did sir." The agent in control had said. He had sent all the files Devon had selected to the Security Control at the Central office hours ago when the first flash of a lockdown came in.

"One more thing Dominique, I would like to know what the shrinks say may have triggered this event. I've never heard of anyone shaking their training after this long." Devon said.

"Does that matter Devon?" Dominique asked acidly.

"Perhaps, perhaps not. I don't know, and won't know until we have more information. I'd like to be kept in the loop on this. I don't suppose you could manage that could you?" Devon asked.

Dominique considered. "Let me guess, professional curiosity?"

"Something like that, the more I know, the better I can do my job." Devon said simply.

Dominique took her leave and joined the driver in the hall, who walked behind her to the car. Dominique climbed in the back seat and as they drove off casually asked. "Since my retirement isn't ordered yet, would you like to grab something to eat on the way back?"

The driver looked into the mirror and shook her head no.

In the mean time, people were going bananas at the Department of Justice. On Monday Morning, they presented the Attorney General an assessment if the initial information was correct. With two others traveling from the training facility, and a total of more than ten at the "placement" or auction center, then it could be clearly shown that there were at least three training facilities. A cursory scan of missing persons reports showed that some 900 people who were reported missing each year fit the basic profile that Jeannette Simmons had, and to process that many, the group which took her would need at least 20 training facilities.

The Attorney General read the assessment and ate some Rolaids as he looked up. "Jesus, are you telling me that there are 20 of these, farms, around America where people are kidnapped, raped, and brainwashed?"

The Deputy Director hesitated and said. "It might be worse sir."

"Worse than this, what in God's name could be worse than this?" The Attorney General asked holding the folder up.

"An internet search shows that there is some rumblings about Gladiator fights. Whispers mostly, but they are fairly consistently found by Predator, the email intercepting system, about twice a year." The Deputy Director answered.

The Attorney General paled and said. "Tell me you don't mean, those who are about to die and all that shit."

"We don't know." Was the unsatisfactory answer. "We're trying to get more information now, but we can't go much further without some warrants, and this doesn't qualify under the Foreign Intelligence Court's jurisdiction, they ruled that just about an hour ago."

Vassal Group Security took three days, and their report was six pages. In essence, they concluded after examining the training records and video provided, that the recently awakened subject could do little damage. Names and faces, with the names being false, and faces able to be adjusted easily. While retirement may be an option, one made at the executive level, it didn't seem warranted at this time. A decision could always be made later after additional information became available

The three psychiatrists argued for a long time, and in the end decided that without further information, guessing as to how and why the subject woke up from the training state was futile, mere guessing in the dark. The training records indicated that the subject received above average time in the wash chair, with the message modified according to Devon's style, but not outside the normal and established manner previously used. No experimental drugs or techniques were used.

Dominique argued that the client must have missed the subtle signs of a pending awakening. Those signs were described in the literature and training that the client received as part of the sale. The client knew for example if a slave woke up, either return her for additional training, or eliminate her. The client obviously did neither It could be argued that when the client found Jeannette missing, that he took his own life.

Jeannette had spent three days talking to a German cop who spoke English. She told all she could, which wasn't much. She didn't know much. Every night, she wept silently as she tried to sleep. She had displeased Master, and no matter how many times she told herself that he raped her, tortured her, enslaved her, she couldn't get over the guilt she felt over displeasing him to the point of his committing suicide.

She spent a full day with medical personnel who took swabs of her orally, vaginally, and anally for any evidence that might support her claims against the men who had kept her prisoner for the last two and a half years. During her discussions with the Doctors, one of the nurses excused herself from the room. She was experienced at handling rape cases, but never before had she heard anything so brutal, so barbaric, as the story this girl told.

The Doctors reported that there was significant evidence of Jeannette receiving extremely brutal beatings, scarring showed numerous beatings with heavy straps, sticks or canes, and other items.

Jeannette spent three more days talking to the FBI agent Mathers, and answer his initial questions while diplomatic issues were addressed. Then she was given a passport, she'd never had one, and flown to the United States with another FBI agent. Then she spent three weeks at a hotel while a parade of people came to ask her questions. Jeannette wondered if there was group of people who used alphabet soup to name agencies.

Finally she got frustrated when a woman came from OSHA. "What's OSHA?" Jeannette asked.

"The Occupational Safety and Health Administration." The woman answered seriously. "It would appear as though even minimal worker safety rules were utterly ignored."

Jeannette started to laugh and cry at the same time and then screamed at the woman. "Occupational safety? Are you fucking kidding me? I was a goddamned slave. They beat me and raped me for three fucking years. I was brainwashed and put through the most dehumanizing series of activities you can imagine. Do you really think that they were going to put Occupational safety at the top of the fucking list?"

The woman left at the suggestion of the FBI agent who was assigned to her at this time. A woman named Charlene who made sure that Jeannette knew she was going to be protected by the full weight of the Federal Government.

Finally the US Marshall's showed up. "Jeannette, until the trials, when we find them there will be trials, here and probably in Germany, we're going to put you into witness protection." Deputy Marshall Ken Blackburn said

"OK, what's that mean, I live in a hotel with someone for however long?" Jeannette said looking out the window.

"No, it means you get a new name, an full identity with it, and live in a city somewhere in the country." Ken said.

"Oh, that's worse. Charlene is telling me that this group must have surveillance teams all over the country to check out potential slaves. Now I'm going to be out there waiting for the teams to stumble across me. That way they can finish murdering me." Jeannette said. "Here's an idea, why don't you take an ad out in the paper, tell them exactly where to find me. Better yet, why don't you shoot me in the head now."

"I understand you're upset." Ken said.

"Upset? Marshall Baker, allow me to explain something that I just realized. I'm still a prisoner. I haven't left this hotel room in a week. Before that, I was in a different hotel for two weeks. A parade of people have marched through here telling me how hard they're working for me. The best one was a woman who said that the slavers who kidnapped me and raped me for three years were probably violating occupational safety rules. Now, I don't know about you, but if the FBI, and a dozen different law enforcement agencies are after me, I don't think that violations of the OSHA regulations is going to be a major concern." Jeannette ranted. "I'm a prisoner, still a prisoner, of them. I can't go anywhere, I can't do anything. All I can do is sit here and try to be good, which is what they wanted of me."

"Jeannette, we really are doing everything we can, honestly. I'm going to be your control officer, which means that only you and I will know the details of your old identity. A contact nearby will know your new identity, and that is who you call if you have any trouble." Ken said.

"Really, so when they show up in the middle of the night, this time to put a bullet in my head, I'll have someone I can call. Great." Jeannette said tears in her eyes.

"I've got a good place picked out, there's a Doctor there, one who has experience in dealing with victims, and he'll be working with you, helping you." Ken soothed.

Jeannette just nodded. She was starting to see a pattern. Passed from one to another, each one promising to be so helpful, and none of them actually doing anything.

Jeannette was briefed on her new name, and fake history. She sighed as she once again put Jeannette away, this time becoming someone else entirely. This time she was Nancy Jamison, a single woman from Philadelphia who was moving to Oklahoma City to get a fresh start on life.

Jeannette moved to Oklahoma City, and was put into an apartment that had been gotten for her by the Feds. She just knew they had wired it with cameras and microphones. She looked but didn't find any, but she always felt like she was back in the cells, during training at the farm. She always felt they were watching her. The car they had gotten her had a GPS tracker on it, they told her so, to protect her. The cell phone also had a tracking function, again they told her to use the thing for her safety. If she had a problem, was in danger, push and hold the 9 button for three seconds. That will send a panic alarm to the nearest office of the US Marshall's and they would come running.

Her Bank account, was given to her by the Feds, and money would be deposited by them every month without fail. After her therapy, perhaps she could work, but they would protect her always. The thing that really bothered her was that this identity was a temporary She would move and change names after the shrinks were done "helping" her.

The shrinks were good, decent and concerned. However the layers of programming was quite extensive. Even with Hypnotherapy, almost no real progress was made, and the resulting lack of progress led to an increasing sense of frustration, and resentment in Jeanette.

Jeannette hated the name Nancy, and no matter how much time she spent with the shrinks, couldn't remember her childhood. Couldn't remember her Mother, or her life before. Her name, and a few vague details were all she had of before. What memory she had of after gave her nightmares.

The shrinks started to report that Jeannette was withdrawing; in danger of becoming psychotic. They increased the appointments in an effort to help. This only pushed her further into her shell.

Jeannette surfed the web now and then. She found bondage sites and read stories, but the stories were just words, and her life was not words, it was a living nightmare since she had woken up. One day, she surfed the web looking for lion statues. She had remembered the picture that Devon, Master Devon she automatically corrected herself, had on his wall. In just over an hour she had found the right statues. She read about them, and found the legend of their names. She understood Master Devon more now than at any other time.

Jeannette skipped an appointment with her shrink one Tuesday, and he in a near panic over her state called the Federal Marshals to inform them of her pending collapse. If she didn't show signs of improvement soon, he would have to suggest that she be committed for her own protection.

Ken appeared at her apartment Wednesday evening, having flown in from Washington to talk to her. "Hi Nancy" He greeted her.

Jeannette glared at him. "There are a half dozen people who know my real fucking name, and the one who I'm supposed to trust the most doesn't call me by the one god damn thing I do remember about my life before."

"OK, Jeannette, how are you doing?" Ken asked.

"I'm going insane, haven't you talked to the fucking shrinks?" Jeannette asked just as hotly.

"What's wrong?" Ken asked.

"I have a temporary life. I can't make any friends, because one of these days I'm going to up and disappear with no warning, which is how this whole thing started. Then I'll be in Detroit for all I know as somebody else. I can't go out on dates, because what if they see me. Oh and if I start to like the guy, then that's worse. I disappear and what do you know, I get a broken heart in addition to a broken life. Gee Ken, what could be wrong with me?"

"Jeannette you have to settle down, you have to relax. I know it's hard." Ken began.

"Do you? Do you know how hard it is?" Jeannette turned on him in a rage. "Do you have any fucking idea what it's like? How many times do you wake in the middle of the night screaming in terror? How many times do you walk into a store, and nearly panic because someone is looking at you. Some guy might find me attractive, and for all I know he's recognized me and is calling it in. Every night I go to sleep I expect to be woken, if not by them, by you all, and taken off who knows where. Tell me what your life is like, wife, girlfriend, all the things you call home. I have none of it, nothing. I have a bunch of appointments with shrinks who listen and tell me it's all OK now. It's not ok, it never will be. When I have a more permanent identity, that could be temporary too can't it? If I think I've been recognized, I can always get another one and start over again." Jeannette sat and had tears rolling down my cheeks.

"I'm free, but I'm still a prisoner. I can't live my life, I can't date, get a job, or do anything because they still have me, only this time they have badges instead of whips." Jeannette sobbed. "All I can do is sit here and read books, watch TV, or surf the net. Some fun."

Ken looked at the living room of the apartment. A cheap laptop she had bought was there, and a small television they had provided with the apartment. A row of paperback books was on a shelf. Obviously the books she had read.

Ken tried to comfort her, tell her it was OK, but it wasn't working. He could see her getting more upset as the night wore on so he finally gave her a sleeping pill, and left the apartment.

Jeannette slept, and as she did, the completely unexpected happened again. Jeannette's old personality, which consisted mostly of her name, merged with her programming to become something new. Slave Jeannette.

Jeannette woke and knew what she had to do. She was lighter when she talked to the shrink on Thursday, not telling him anything about her plans. She had one now, and would put it into effect this very Saturday, when her monthly pay would go into the bank. Saturday, she would escape, and find Master. The plan fell into place quickly enough. She knew the Feds were tracking her movements, and would try and follow; she would throw them off the trail.

First, she would ditch the car and phone at the mall, taking a taxi to the airport. At the airport, she would take another taxi to the bus station, and leave town by Greyhound St. Louis was a first stop, then to Chicago. In Chicago, she would take an express run to New York City.

In New York, she would put an ad in the NY Times, Master had to read the times, and let him know she was waiting for him. Take nothing, buy new clothing at the mall, and take all the cash from the bank, she would need it to find master.

Jeannette spent part of the week considering one thing that she couldn't plan out She didn't know if Master would kill her outright. He just might, she knew that slaves were regularly killed when Master's became bored with them, or they displeased the Master. Jeannette wondered if she still wanted to die, she did some time ago, but did she now? She didn't want to live like this, afraid, and terrified that she had displeased her Master. She was afraid of being punished, but living knowing she had displeased Master, that was worse. At least if she was dead, perhaps Master would be pleased.

Saturday she went to the bank and withdrew nearly all the money in her account, and then went to the mall. She dumped her cell phone in a garbage can. Bought some jeans and a shirt, and then a light jacket. Changing into these clothes, Jeannette called a cab and waited for it. She told the driver airport. She was running, running away from the Feds, running to her Master.

At the airport she went in departures, and walked to arrivals. There she got another cab, and went to the bus station. There she was just an hour early for the bus to St. Louis, and from there her plan was in flux. She didn't know if she wanted to take a bus or train. Both could be used with cash, and could be given false names She knew that the Nancy name would be on computer watch lists, so she used names she made up. Jeannette Bennington was first. Once in St. Louis, she was Jeannette Adams. In Chicago she changed again choosing the name Jeannette Rosenberg. Once in New York, she found a hotel that would accept cash, a hole in the wall joint that wouldn't remember her in a week. She rented the room under the name Jeannette Wilson.

After checking in, she found a branch office of the NY Times, and paid for an ad to run for five days. "Master Devon, Slave Jeannette is awaiting your fortitude with patience" She paid extra to have it put in the international edition and the online version of the Times.

The next morning, she bought a paper and sipped coffee as she read the ads. There it was, already. Buying the international version at a newsstand, she checked again. It was in that edition too. Jeannette went to the Public Library, and waited. She was there until just before they closed, leaving and going to her hotel. Tomorrow, she would change hotels in case the Feds were looking for her.

They were. As soon as the Federal Agents discovered that Jeannette's car was hanging out at the Mall, they tracked the cell phone. It was at the Mall all night too. They tracked it and found it was in a trash dumpster behind the mall. Sunday afternoon Ken was advised that Jeannette was missing. He issued the All Points Bulletin, and had the mall employee's canvassed to find out if anyone had seen anything. No one had seen anything. One clerk said she sold some clothing to the woman, but nothing else. A cab driver was found to have picked her up, alone he said, and taken her to the airport.

Monday had them checking security tapes looking for Jeannette; they didn't see her at the gates. It was Tuesday, the day she arrived in New York, that they saw her leaving the airport. A canvassing of the taxi drivers took another day, and found that one remembered taking her to the Bus Station. There they got conflicting stories, one person said she had gone to Dallas, and another thought St. Louis. It was Friday before someone in St. Louis remembered seeing her. The trail was getting colder. The person couldn't remember where she had gone. They scanned the lists and found five Jeannette's had departed St. Louis the day she arrived by Bus. All five were tracked to four destinations. Two had gone to Chicago The Chicago office of the marshal's was trying to find someone who remembered a brown haired girl who came through. None did. They checked the lists and found nine Jeannette's who had departed Chicago. None was the right one; they were off the trail good and cold now. Jeannette had taken the express train to New York Monday night. The Feds were looking everywhere, but finding nothing. They now even doubted that Jeannette had taken the bus to Chicago. They were thinking that they needed to backtrack to St. Louis and try to find her trail again.

Ken was frantic, looking everywhere. Jeannette had been missing for almost a week now, he gave her name, and a dozen other words to the tech guys to plug into the web crawling spiders to check for. Perhaps there was a web page up. Ken was certain that she was running, and he was afraid that the slavers would find her. Ken reported this to his boss, and explained that his witness may be having some sort of breakdown, running blindly away from the perceived threat.

Jeannette's ad was in the Wednesday NY Times. The Slaver's web crawler found it at 2am Thursday morning, and put it with the other links that had the keywords Master, Slave, Devon. A security man checked it at 5am, and he notified the head of Security for the Vassal Group at 7am. Something about it just felt wrong

Robert stared at it, and refused to believe it was their Devon, and their Jeannette. It couldn't be. If it was, it was definitely a set up. What the hell was the bit about fortitude and patience was the question.

Passing it to Dominique to get Devon's opinion, Robert waited for a reply and considered Perhaps Devon who trained her would have an idea. He opened the file on their missing slave. Jeannette was her name. Could it be a set up from the Feds? No, they wouldn't have something so subtle as a vague reference to patience and fortitude.

Dominique shrugged as she looked at the ad, it could be anything, and it didn't mean that it was their Devon, there were plenty of Devon's, and some of them must be playing at being master and slave with someone named Jeannette. She picked up the clean cell phone, and dialed this month's number to reach farm number 1.

Devon wasn't in control; he was downstairs working with a new slave, supervising her experience in the chair. A security officer got his attention and Devon passed the chair monitoring to Carl.

Devon went up to control and then called Dominique back. The phone was a prepaid disposable set up in the name of a retired schoolteacher in another state. He dialed this month's number for Dominique.

"Demitri, good we have something that has our rent a cops scratching their heads. They feel it may have something to do with our little lost lamb."

"I was busy when you called before, training one of the next group." Demitri was his name this month for communications. It changed regularly with the phones as they arrived.

"Yes, well this won't take long. I'm sending you the text of an ad that has caught our attention." Dominique said.

Devon waited while control officer decrypted the text that had her wound up. Looking over the control officer's shoulder he read the text twice. He froze. He knew they were talking about Jeannette, because Dominique had said little lost lamb, and Jeannette was the only one. He stared at the text, the hand holding the cell phone to his ear dropped down and hung loosely by his side. It was so painfully obvious what it meant; it had to be their lamb.

The control officer saw the slack jaw hanging open and Devon read the text. He reached out and touched his arm gently, getting his attention. "The phone sir."

Devon nodded his thanks. Placing the phone to his ear he took a moment to insure his voice was normal before speaking. "OK, I have it. What do you want me to do about it? Should I go and answer the ad? Or would you prefer I go and pick her up?"

"Wait, you think it's our lost lamb?" Dominique asked shocked.

"Yes, I do."

"I'll meet with you in a few hours. Be waiting for me. I may have a guest" Dominique said shocked knowing that even with a clean phone, this was too hot for the phone.

Devon sat and read the file on Jeannette Simmons again, and then went upstairs to his room getting the picture from his wall.

Carl came in and saw Devon looking at the picture and reading the text on the screen of the computer, and decided not to interrupt. He marked the board that G was in the cell after training.

Dominique arrived almost in the middle of the night with Robert from Security.

"Devon, what the hell does all this mean." Dominique asked.

"First, let me read you part of her training file." Devon said. "Subject viewed a personal photograph on wall of a lion. Subject said 'Leo' almost as though it meant something to her"

"Ok, what the hell does this have to do with the ad?" Dominique demanded Being tired, and road weary wasn't helping her normally acidic personality

"She's at the New York Public Library main branch." Devon said simply.

"What?" Robert asked.

Holding up the picture of the lion Devon said. "This is the picture she saw, an inspirational personal item."

"So you think she's in New York based upon what?" Robert asked.

"Fortitude and Patience are the names given to the lions by LaGuardia during the Great Depression." Devon answered simply.

"Shit." Dominique said. "She just told us where she is. It's a set up, it has to be."

"I don't think so, the Feds are way too bumbling to try something like this, and they wouldn't do it like this, they would give an exact location and time to meet. Somewhere they could secure. How do you secure 42nd Street in New York?" Devon asked.

"You can't. It's a major street. Surveillance is about impossible there." Robert said. "Our teams lose targets all the time, and they're good. If you had enough Feds there to secure the area, it would look like a review of a military unit. There would literally be a hundred agents around. I agree, it's not a set up. Bad location."

"What is she doing? Does she want to die?" Dominique asked confused.

"She wants to come home." Devon said.

Both Robert and Dominique gaped at this pronouncement. Dominique found her voice first, saving Robert the need to look stupid. "Are you crazy?"

"How is the Justice Department doing these days?" Devon asked.

"What?" Robert asked.

"You have them penetrated, we all know it. The question is how are they reacting to this newspaper ad?" Devon asked.

"Last report, more than 12 hours ago, the Marshall's service is going ape trying to find her. They have her tracked to Chicago, but lost her there. They think she's just running around scared, perhaps a mental breakdown. I don't think they know about the ad." Robert admitted. "I called our contact after reading the message this morning. That's when I found out the Feds have an APB out on her."

"She's running, from them, to us, hoping to come home." Devon said again.

"Let's say I believe that, and I'm not sure I do. What do you want us to do about it?" Robert asked.

"Pick her up, we need to know how she broke training, what happened. We need to know what triggered her. We can always dispose of her later if we need to." Devon said.

"What? You have got to be crazy." Dominique said. "Pick her up? You want another snatch plan? While the Feds are chasing all over the nation looking for her?"

"No, approach her, a trainer, not one of your snatch guys, and get a good feeling If she's faking, send her off on a wild goose chase, send her to Times Square. If she's genuinely trying to find her Master, then send her to a pick up point and just drive her out of the city. Give her new cloths if you think she's tagged. Leave everything behind and bring her in." Devon said as though it was painfully obvious.

"No fucking way Devon, do you know how dangerous that is?" Dominique asked him.

"I don't know, a simple cut out, I don't know about a trainer though," Robert allowed. "One of my teams can make contact."

"It would take years to explain to your teams how to read the smallest sign of the slaves submission. It would literally take years to teach them to learn to understand the slaves." Devon said. "A trainer knows that, and can be taught in an hour how to run away if there is trouble. Give the trainer a escape plan if it is a set up, although I think it's genuine, I'll grant that it's smart to be prepared."

"Don't tell me your buying this Robert." Dominique demanded.

"I don't know, he makes a good case, and his conclusion does fit the facts we know." Robert said.

"Control, what's your assessment?" Devon asked the on duty security manager.

"Sir, I'm not really qualified." Control said. Too many high-ranking members here.

"I want to know it too." Robert said.

"Sir, I think Devon's plan has merit. I spent some time in New York some years ago, and can tell you that I didn't know about the lions names." The Control officer said pausing. "If I may, it's not impossible that someone has surveillance set up on the girl, however we should be able to spot it, if any exists despite whatever information we may be getting."

Robert considered, this control officer might one day be working for the central office directly. "What would you suggest as a plan to detect any coverage?"

"Sir, first confirm that the girl is there, our team can do that easily. No contact, no signs of any kind. Then they withdraw and look to the world like tourists. They point cameras, video or still would work, and take pictures of the surrounding buildings. Take pictures of the vehicles around, especially any parked. Go over those pictures with a fine tooth comb, looking for any sign of cameras or anything else. Do it once in the morning, again in the afternoon. Are any vehicles there all day? Repair trucks or private vans or whatever. Then the next day make contact providing no sign of any coverage is found. Check the next couple streets for signs of cops waiting to bust in like Patton charging across France."

Devon sat back and waited. Dominique said to Robert. "Tell me you aren't considering it."

"I am suggesting we look for any coverage on her. We need to know if it's a set up. If not, then we can decide if we pick her up, and of course where we take her afterwards depends on the answer we find to the first question. Three teams, I have one in New York now, one in Boston. I can have three teams in place tomorrow morning" Robert said.

"When you find there is no coverage." Devon began.

"If Devon, if we find there is no coverage, I'll leave it up to the boss" Robert said coldly.

Devon nodded slightly acknowledging this simple fact. He wasn't the boss.

"Let me guess Devon, you want to be the one to question her right?" Dominique asked.

"Certainly, after all, I trained her, and I know her best of any of our people. I would appreciate any assistance from the psychiatrists but I believe that I'm best qualified to talk to her." Devon said. "I've already packed a small bag and am ready to travel."

Robert considered Devon was a genius, and a brilliant trainer. The customers were always happy with his slaves.

"Wait, after we talk to her then what? If we're just going to off her, why bring her all the way in?" Dominique asked.

"We may not need to kill her, we might be able to do something else with her." Devon said vaguely.

"You already have a plan, you know we can't resell her since she broke training" Dominique said.

"Yes, but we could use her here, to train, providing that she's reasonably stable. She was happy doing menial tasks before, I think I can use her to train others." Devon said. "Honestly, I don't know what the future holds. I offer that as a possibility. I just want to know, I need to know how she remembered her name years after we programmed her."

"Is it that important?" Robert asked.

"Yes. You have to understand that once the programming is done, we layer the behavior on top of it. Imagine if you will, painting a board. You paint it once a day, every day, for years. Each layer of paint is another layer on top of the board. J broke through hundreds of layers to find the board. It's never happened before, and I don't understand how she did it. I don't know why she's decided to come home now, but I don't think it's a set up from the feds. They aren't this clever. The fact that she managed to lead them across the nation on a wild chase is interesting. I'd like to know where she learned the tricks to do that too." Devon said. "There are lots of questions, and very few answers. Don't you want answers?"

Robert nodded and looked at Control. "What would you do mister? You might be in my job one day."

Control looked at the group and said. "I'd find out if there was coverage on her. If there isn't, I'd recommend picking her up. Devon has performed miracles here, I've seen them. I don't know what he hopes to learn or gain, but we'd all like the answers wouldn't we?"

Dominique shook her head. "Am I the only one here who sees the risk staring at us?"

"And the risk of leaving her out there, what does she do next if we don't make contact? Are you ready for her to be interviewed by Greta?" Devon asked.

Dominique nodded thoughtfully imagining the reaction of not only Tony, but also the Committee. They would all blow a blood vessel and eliminate anyone who might be in the shadows of this disaster. "Pick the little bitch up."

Devon actually laughed at this. Robert shook his head and grinned.

Control managed to keep a straight face but turned to watch the screens.

Robert pulled a cell phone out of his pocket and dialed a number. "Get the team in Boston down to New York. Move another team up to New York, there should be one in Philly on a dead end. Get them moving now. I want both teams on Manhattan by dawn." He hung up and turned to Devon. "You think you're going?"

"Yes, if she's genuine, I'll know in a minute of talking to her. If she's lying, I'll know that too." Devon said.

"If she's lying what do you do then?" Dominique asked.

"I shoot her myself, and we scatter." Devon said.

Robert nodded slowly. Devon had eliminated several who had become catatonic, and demonstrated his loyalty other ways. "If you get caught, do you have any idea what will happen then?"

"Yes, I'll go to prison, until you eliminate me." Devon said. "A threat that I've lived with for several years."

"If you speak of anything." Robert warned.

Devon interrupted him by laughing again. "Do you think I have anything that I could trade to the Feds to get myself out of trouble? I have nothing the Feds would be willing to deal for. I don't know any of your last names. I don't know who the boss is. I don't know anything about the other farms. I don't know where the auctions are. I have nothing I could trade with. Any speaking I could do would succeed only in getting me the death chamber."

Robert nodded and knew that Devon understood. He turned to Control and asked. "Is there a restroom I could use while he gets his bag?"

They met outside and Devon got into the backseat with Robert while Dominique got in with the driver, one of the farms security guys. Arriving at the airport, they boarded a twin-engine plane that was waiting for them. Devon relaxed on the flight, and let his mind wonder over all the information he had on the subject. There were too many unknowns.

Flying into a small airport in New Jersey, they were met by another car that took them to a rest area on the New Jersey Turnpike.

"Demitri will go with the team, they're waiting for us at the rest area ahead." Robert said.

Devon caught the name; he wasn't to use his training name. "Ok."

"We're getting the cell phones set up now. Eight of them, if you have any with you, dump it out the window." Robert said.

"I have an ID, and some cash. Nothing else." Devon said.

"A clean ID?" Robert checked.

"Yes, one of the ones given to me." In other words, a phony ID that would pass a summary examination, and lead nowhere if it was checked.

Robert seemed reasonably satisfied. "Fine, don't use it unless you have to, of course if you have to, then things haven't gone as well as we expect."

Devon turned to Robert and looked at him as they pulled into the rest. "The only way I can for see the ID being checked is if I get picked up. The delay in identifying me will be useful in changing anything I do know."

Robert nodded; they were on the same wavelength after all. Looking around he indicated the team located on the other end of the rest area they had just pulled into. "Here we are Demitri, the team is ready to take you to New York now."

Devon got out of the car and walked to the restroom with his small bag slung over his shoulder. When he came out, he walked to the other teams car and got in as though he belonged there all along.

On Friday morning, as they met the other two teams in New York, and sat down while Demitri filled them in on specifics which he was authorized to tell them. The team frowned when it was laid out for them.

"Our first task is to determine if she is under Federal Surveillance. If we find no evidence of that this morning or afternoon, then it will be decided if we are to make pick up." Devon told them.

The teams exchanged glances. One man who hadn't given his name cleared his throat "If we find any signs of a trap, what are our instructions?"

"Report it to the rest of us obviously, then scatter. All of you have instructions telling you your evacuation routes etc." Devon said. "I doubt that the feds are watching, but it always pays to be careful."

Devon hadn't slept yet, traveling all night and went to lie down for a handful of hours while the first team went in to see if they could spot Jeannette at the Library, and to see if they could find any one watching her. They were back by noon, and reported that Yes, Jeannette was there, sitting at a table holding a book and obviously waiting for someone. No obvious signs of surveillance. The second team went to see if Jeannette was still there and to take more pictures of the area.

Devon looked at the two pictures of Jeannette that the team had managed to get, and looked over the others. No one could spot any surveillance around the girl. After the second team returned, Devon looked at the pictures that team had taken with the digital cameras

"Anyone see any sign of the Feds?" Devon asked.

The team members replied in the negative.

"Anyone see any reason not to make contact with her?" Devon asked next.

The teams shook their heads they were aware of how important this contact was to the bosses Important enough to have three teams working together.

"OK, then unless someone objects, I'll call Robert, and advise them that we are moving forward." Devon said.

Dialing the phone Devon waited for it to be answered. "We've checked the car out, and see nothing wrong with it, we're thinking we should pick it up tomorrow." This was the agreed upon code phrase to indicate that all the teams were in agreement, and the contact was going forward tomorrow morning. If one of the members were not in agreement, the code phrase would be that the car appeared ok, but needed new tires. Additional variations would show that the car needed other work depending on the opinions of the teams.

"Outstanding, we're looking forward to seeing it. Dad was just telling me how nice it would be to have one." Robert answered. The bosses were in agreement; get the girl if possible to do so without too much risk.

Devon breathed a sigh of relief. "I understand, see you tomorrow with the car."

The teams all understood. They would get the girl tomorrow.

Jeannette ate a small dinner, and sat in her small hole in the wall hotel room. Where was Master? Did he miss the ad in the newspaper? The ad was scheduled to run for five days ending Sunday. If he didn't read it after all, what do I do then? Jeannette was so certain this would work, and Master would come for her. As she lay down on the bed, she wondered if he had read it. Two more days then the ad would end. How long could she wait in New York before the Feds tracked her down. If Master hadn't found her by Monday, Jeannette would have to come up with a new plan or go back to the Feds.

Devon slept and the teams slept too. Every one knew that tomorrow would be busy. Two of them had gone and rented a room less than a mile from Central Park, paying cash and using a bogus name. Tomorrow, if everything went well, Jeannette would be taken there to talk to initially, and then evacuate her from the city to the farm.

Saturday Morning, the FBI's web crawler found the ad, and tagged it as possible. It was one of a thousand hits on the words. Devon rose and put a clean shirt on, and waited to begin the move. He would be at the other room waiting for Jeannette Team three would make contact; team two was already in position observing Jeannette as she arrived at the Library. Team one was with Devon, awaiting Jeannette. After team three made initial contact, team two would follow her loosely; to make sure that there was no observable coverage on Jeannette. Tony had vetoed Devon's plan of using a trainer. He wanted only security personnel involved in the initial contact. He was worried about a trainer getting tagged, or being spotted. The snatch teams were essentially average in appearance. They blended into a crowd. If you asked a hundred people, you would get sixty different descriptions of what each of them looked like.

Team three watched her for an hour before the female team member walked up with a book and sat down next to Jeannette. Studying the book as though it was the most important thing in the world, the woman said in a small voice barely audible even to Jeannette sitting next to her. "Are you ready to go to the Master?"

Jeannette's heart jumped in relief, Master had found her, and he had read the advertisement. Jeannette nodded and said "Yes Mistress." Devon had said she probably would reply that way.

"Go to the Central Park Zoo, Master is waiting for you." The woman said and then rose and walked away, never having looked up from the book. In forty seconds she was out of the Library and in the crush of people outside the library.

Jeannette didn't hesitate, she rose and walked out of the Library, she didn't look around, didn't stop to make a call, or anything else that might indicate that it was a set up. Team two called in this report, and team one moved to the Central Park zoo. When Jeannette arrived at the zoo, Team two was in the Holland Tunnel, on their way to Philadelphia to return to the observation assignment they had before this came up.

Team one watched Jeannette at the Zoo for a while, double checking the reports that Jeannette was alone. She was, there was no one following her. No faces were seen more than usual. Jeannette sat beside the sea lion enclosure. After a half hour, she was certain, Master was close, watching her, and waiting until he was satisfied she was honest again. Devon was sitting in a chair waiting, patiently.

A man approached Jeannette and sat down next to her. "Jeannette, are you ready to go to Master?" The man asked her.

Nodding her head she said. "Yes Master."

"Come with me Slave J." The man said.

Jeannette rose and followed him to Central Park West, where a van pulled up within a minute and they got in. The van drove them to the hotel, and they got out and went inside Jeannette followed the master upstairs and into the room. Inside, she found Master Devon waiting for her.

Jeannette walked to him and knelt on the floor, her right wrist held in her left hand.

"It's been a while Slave, and we have many questions." Devon said "These people know me as Demitri, and I see no reason to tell them differently"

"Yes Master." Jeannette said.

The security people watched this without expression.

"Why did you seek us out?" Devon asked.

"Master, I have displeased you, and Master Dieter." Jeannette began. Then she looked up at him with tears running down her face. "I tried to adapt to life outside. I really did try. They had me seeing shrinks every week, then three times a week. I couldn't sleep, they gave me pills. When I did sleep, I would wake screaming in terror. Not over what happened when I was with you, knowing that the longer I was away, the worse the punishment was going to be." Jeannette began sobbing. "I couldn't get you, any of you, out of my head. My memory is almost gone; all I really have is my name. I can't remember my mother, or any friends, or even what kind of food I liked." Jeannette knelt for a moment weeping. "I couldn't remember anything except my name, and I was kidnapped and forced to do this."

Devon listened "Why did you seek us out?" He asked again.

"I couldn't live out there, I don't know how to, and they can't help me. I couldn't forget what I am, what you made me. I couldn't forget that my leaving caused Master Dieter to kill himself. I couldn't forget anything I wanted to, and couldn't remember anything you didn't want me to. Even away, I was your prisoner, and I couldn't live like that." Jeannette moved her hand and wiped her tears. "I sought you out Master, because at least here, with you, I know what I'm supposed to do. I know what I like, what I'm told to like. I know who I am. I'm a slave."

Devon watched Jeannette without comment or any real emotion. He suspected that many of his questions would forever remain unanswered. She just didn't know the reason she was doing any of this.

"I wanted to kill myself, did you know that?" Jeannette asked.

Devon shook his head no.

"I did, but even that wouldn't change one simple thing. Master was not pleased. You fucking programmed me to want that, to need that." Jeannette looked down. "Now, will you please do one thing for me?" Jeannette asked.

"What do you want us to do?" Devon asked.

"Tell me I've pleased you just once, so I can finally feel some happiness. You've made my happiness conditional on Masters. My misery is tied to Masters. I need to know I've pleased you Master." Jeannette said softly.

"I am pleased you sought us out slave J. That's not right is it? Slave J isn't right, it's Slave Jeannette." Devon said.

"Yes Master." Jeannette answered.

"I am pleased you sought us out. Although you caused us a great deal of trouble." Devon said.

"Yes Master. Thank you Master." Jeannette said smiling at him.

"Are you afraid that we'll kill you?" Devon asked. He honestly didn't know the answer to the question. He saw a very unstable woman before him. The training had slipped, and it hadn't. It was driving her insane.

Jeannette hesitated, unsure of how to answer. "Master, when I do go to sleep, I'm afraid that you'll come and kill me in my sleep. Or I'm afraid that you'll come and take me away to kill me." Jeannette considered. "I don't want to live knowing I've displeased you. I don't want to die hiding in a room in Oklahoma City. But I can't live hiding like that."

Devon nodded his head. She had no idea what she wanted. "I can take you back to the farm, my masters will allow that. If we do, you'll have to talk to a number of Masters. Answering their questions might be hard; they may even be impossible. You'll probably spend quite a lot of time in the chair. Do you want that Slave Jeannette?"

Jeannette shuddered. The chair, the cells, the entire punishment cycle was horrible. "Master, I don't know what I want, but I know I want, no need, I need to please you."

Devon nodded and said. "Stand and strip."

Jeannette stood and quickly removed the t-shirt and jeans she was wearing. Her shoes were kicked off and in a few seconds, she was standing nude before Devon, utterly ignoring the others in the room with her.

Devon turned to one of the others. "The clothing we got her, for traveling. Jeannette when we leave, we leave all of it, everything behind. You may bring nothing with you"

Jeannette nodded and said "Yes Master." He was going to take her back to the farm, back to the cells, back home. The only home she could remember really She knew she had a home before, and she knew that home wasn't anything like this one. Yet she couldn't remember anything about it.

Devon dialed a phone number on the cell phone. When it was answered he said. "I have the car, and am bringing it home."

He handed it to the Team one leader, and sat waiting. The team leader said all of three words, and then he hung up. The woman handed Jeannette a dress, and Jeannette put it on and waited.

"It's all set, we meet another team and they take you both in." The leader said.

"Good, let's go slave Jeannette." Devon said rising.

"Master, I have money in my pants pocket. I don't need it anymore but you might be able to use it." Jeannette said.

The woman went through the pocket and came out with a wad of hundred dollar bills. Flipping through them quickly she said. "About two grand here."

Devon shrugged and turned to leave. He didn't care about the money. He had many times that in earnings from his work over the last twenty years waiting for him in a bank in the Cayman Islands. "Keep it if you like. I don't care about it."

As Jeannette got into the van, and started the journey back to the farm. The FBI was considering the advertisement that the Internet search had found. They called it into Deputy Marshall Blackburn and read it to him.

Ken sat back in his chair and knew it was genuine. It was from her, Jeannette was running to them, not from them. Disaster was the first word that came to mind.

"OK, have the New York office check on that will you? Find out if it was placed by phone or person, and when." Ken said.

The FBI agreed and when they hung up he called the New York office of the US Marshals and gave them the same instructions. He then rose and went to his boss's office He reported the ad, reading it, and then told what he had done to follow up on it.

"You think it's her Ken?"

"Yeah, I do. It just feels right." Ken said.

US Marshal Johnston sat and considered. "She went back to them. Why?"

"Stockholm syndrome, battered wife syndrome, who knows. Take your pick, all of the above, and probably some we haven't considered. The shrink said he was worried she would become more unstable, but this is not the act of an unstable person. The flight across country was done deliberately. She changed names, and we still haven't found out how she left Chicago, if she was ever really there." Ken said. "I guess I should have put more coverage on her."

"We were protecting her, not arresting her. She left our protection, her choice, not our actions have led to this. She executed a good plan without any hesitation She acted alone Ken, no warning. If she had warned you, you still couldn't have prevented her from running if she wanted to." Johnston said.

"You think we'll ever find the body?" Ken asked.

"I don't know. Probably not, lots of places offshore to dump one." Johnston said calmly.

"Shit. What the fuck did she mean by that bit. Waiting for your fortitude with patience" Ken asked as his frustration boiled over.

"Another I don't know. Put it on the wire, see if anyone knows of a club called patience and fortitude, or whatever."

Ken would get his answer on that question Monday when the US Marshal for New York arrived at work and read the query. He had just taken his son to the Main Library, and heard the legend of the lions last month. He looked it up on the web and sent the link to Ken Blackburn. Then he went back to work on his pile of New York cases. He couldn't spend all day solving riddles for the Washington office.

Ken read it and laughed at himself. Jeannette had run to New York, and given a message that her slavers would know, somehow. Then sat around and waited for them at the New York Public Library. He took it to Johnston and let him read it.

"The lions at the library are called Patience and Fortitude?" Johnston asked incredulous.

"Yeah, LaGuardia named them himself during the depression according to the file I got from the New York office." Ken answered.

"She knew they would understand that. She's not psychotic, she planned it out. All of it was part of her plan." Johnston said. "I have to wonder where she came up with it, how she planned it all out?"

The shrinks were asking Jeannette the same question.

"Master, I remembered the picture in Master Devon's room, and when I found that picture online, I read about the names of them. I knew Master Devon would know that story. I figured if he was interested in New York, then the NY Times was the paper to use to contact him." Jeannette answered.

"The escape you told us about, using different names, traveling by bus. Why didn't you fly?" The second shrink asked.

"Master, I knew they check those lists carefully, and I'd have to use ID to get on the plane. No one checks ID's of someone getting on a bus. The terrorists don't hijack busses, they hijack planes. No one checks ID's at the trains either. No one hijacks a train. I read a couple books where the man in the books traveled all over the country with no ID, and used only cash. That is what I did." Jeannette told them. "I didn't want the Feds to catch me before I could make contact."

Later in conference the two shrinks sat and shrugged. "She's brilliant, I would bet a very high IQ. I don't know why she was working answering phones, but she's an underachiever. Her escape was planned, and well executed Her means of contacting you Devon was subtle enough to keep off the Fed's radar, yet specific enough that you knew instantly what it meant." The first shrink reported.

"True, but she's adjusted her programming to suit her own idea of her duty. She's obviously way too unstable to be placed again." The second shrink added quickly

"OK, so her limit is she can't leave here?" Devon asked to clarify

"Yes, but here's something I still don't understand about all of this." The first shrink began. "We have it that she had become unstable according to the Doctor who was seeing her, he was worried about a full breakdown, and she's not showing signs of that. Her personalities, the suppressed primary and our programmed secondary, seem to have merged somehow."

"What do you mean merged?" Dominique asked.

"She doesn't like the name Slave J, but seems quite comfortable with the name Slave Jeannette." The first shrink answered.

"How did she wake up, after years of being a slave?" Dominique asked. "That is the question we all need an answer to."

"It was her birthday." The second shrink answered.

"What?" Devon asked.

"Apparently her Master had her over a desk, his desk and was, to use her term, giving her love, and she was staring at an electronic calendar. One of those toys businessmen have. Anyway, it showed each time zone in sequence, and when it got to New York, it was in English, August 17th. Jeannette said that this kept bothering her for days; she couldn't understand why that date would keep nagging at her. Then a week or so later she woke up, literally in the middle of the night, aware of her name, and that August 17th was her birthday. She knew she had been kidnapped, and brainwashed, and began to plan her escape." The second shrink reported.

"Her birthday woke her up?" Dominique asked incredulous. "You have got to be kidding me."

"No, I believe her, she was wired to the chair then, and all the indications from the machine said she was telling us the truth." The first shrink answered

Devon sat and considered, looking at Jeannette on the monitor. He couldn't sell her, and she couldn't be allowed to leave the farm alive. Was she useful here?

"So you two are done with her right? We can eliminate this unit?" Dominique asked.

"I would say not quite yet." Devon interrupted.

"What?" Dominique asked.

"I have a question, since her old personality and her programmed identity merged, do you think that she could be an anomaly, or do you think we stumbled onto something accidentally?" Devon asked.

"I don't know, either explanation is possible." The first shrink allowed, unsure of what Devon was driving at.

"Devon, this isn't the time for a science fair project." Dominique stated with finality.

"No, but I wonder, when I was in the city, I read the paper. Half of it was rich kids who have gone wild and are embarrassing their parents." Devon said

"This matters to me how?" Dominique asked.

"I was just thinking, what if we could refine the programming technique, overlaying it with the current personality, and program those kids into behaving in a civilized and proper manner. What would some socialite parents like the Hiltons pay to reign in Paris?" Devon asked.

"Interesting, you mean program the subject to behave better, while at the same time maintaining an independent person?" The first shrink asked.

"Independent, but subservient to the parent." The second added.

"Devon, are you out of your mind?" Dominique demanded.

"They would know if I was." Devon answered lightly. "I wonder if can we refine our techniques to do this? Can we program a subject to behave in a certain manner, to feel as Jeannette does, an overwhelming need to please another?"

"Ok, after we fix the social pages, then what?" Dominique asked.

"Why not businessmen?" Devon asked.

"What?" Dominique asked.

"Could a Businessman give us a subject, say his confidential secretary, and we program her to be whatever he wished? She would remain loyal to him for life wouldn't she?" Devon asked.

"Theoretically, if the programming held." The first shrink allowed.

"Devon, we aren't in that business." Dominique said.

"We could be, our clients have secretaries and other staff that know secrets about them. Why couldn't we mention to one or two that we have an experimental program that may allow us to program that person to be what we can make them into?" Devon said gesturing at the screens showing the slaves in the farm.

On the screens they went about their duties, and Jeannette sat on the futon and waited for master

"We don't know what happened to the girl, now you want to advertise that we can do it anytime?" Dominique asked astounded at the audacity of Devon

"No, not yet, we would need to test the process, try and get lightning to strike again so to speak." Devon said.

"You want other slaves running around knowing who they are and we wait and see how much damage they can do?" Dominique asked.

"No, I want slaves that have a need to return to Master, an overwhelming desire to please master." Devon said. "Don't you think some of our clients would like a confidential secretary who could take dictation as well as a dick?"

Dominique stared at him and then shook her head. "It's a dream Devon, it will never work." Turning to the screen she gestured at Jeannette. "What do we do with her? Keep dropping her all over the world to see if she finds her way home?"

"No, I would suggest that we leave her here. We can find some details for her, some simple training tasks. Perhaps we could use her to ease slaves from downstairs into the training floor." Devon shrugged. "Finding something for a trained slave shouldn't be too hard. Worse case scenario I use her to keep the Security personnel happy."

"She doesn't leave the farm alive Devon, under any circumstances." Dominique said.

"Of course Dominique, that is agreed upon without any reservation." Devon answered. "Control, shoot on sight orders if Jeannette makes a break for it."

"Yes Sir." Control answered.

"Control, if he changes those orders, I want to know about it immediately. Notify Security as well." Dominique said.

"Do you think I would do that Dominique?" Devon asked innocently.

"I'm not giving you the chance Devon." Dominique said.

The meeting broke up and Devon watched them leave. Turning to the screen he considered for a while and then made some decisions. "Control, drop the temperature of Jeannette's cells by fifteen degrees, let her know she's being punished"

"Got it, welcome to the fridge Jeannette." Control said.

On the screen Jeannette noticed the cold seeping in about ten minutes later. She shivered and hugged herself. Looking up at the camera she smiled and said. "Thank you master." Then she moved to the limit of her chain and tried to wrap the futon around herself. She knew it was going to be very cold soon. Master intended to punish her, and he was very good at that.

Devon briefed the other trainers in Control during dinner. "Jeannette will be down there for a week, maybe more, and when she comes up she'll be wearing a red collar. We'll introduce her as a senior slave, a house slave if you will Use her to help out in training as needed. Use her however you want. She can supervise the cleaning detail as needed."

"So she's going to be a trainer?" Matt asked.

"No, she's forbidden to leave the house. She's a slave, too established in her own mind. She can be a house slave, and assist Master in any way we wish" Devon answered. "The red collar will be her only article of clothing. Right now, she's in the deep freeze, where she'll stay for another 12 hours before we warm her. We'll take turns beating her over the next week, letting her know we are the masters. After her time in deep freeze, I'll tell her what's in store for her."

Carl looked at Devon and almost smiled. The man was a genius all right. An experienced slave to act as a training dummy for the others would be a good example. He could imagine himself telling some slave "Look at Slave Jeannette there, see how well she pleases her master?"

The meeting broke up and Devon headed downstairs to the training floor, he had a slave to graduate from phase one.

Jeannette shivered in the cells her teeth chattering as she endured Masters punishment. She would beg for forgiveness and she did tell Master she was sorry she had displeased him a few times, and then the room began to warm up. Jeannette collapsed onto the futon once the shivering stopped, and she warmed as Master forgave her. She slept for hours as exhaustion overtook her. She smiled in her sleep, Master was punishing her, and he was going to take her back after all.

Devon let her sleep and took a tray of stew down to her a few hours later. He opened the door and she immediately knelt before him.

"Slave Jeannette, you remembered your training. I am pleased." Devon told her as he placed the tray before her. Then he stepped outside the cell and brought in the camp chair.

Jeannette was eating; she hadn't eaten since the decision on what to do, although she knew she wouldn't die yet. She suspected it might not be too far off

"Slave Jeannette, we've decided what to do with you, are you ready to hear what has been decided?" Devon asked her.

Jeannette hesitated, unsure of how to respond. Normally questions had an obvious right and wrong answer. "Master, if it would please you to tell me, then yes, I want to know."

Devon considered. Jeannette wasn't quite as stable as the shrinks thought. She was grasping for straws of stability. She needed the ironclad rules now, the ones she had during her training, when the paint was put on the board. "We're going to punish you for running away, and then we're going to take you upstairs, and make you our house slave."

Jeannette felt a huge weight lift from her. She couldn't answer him. They were taking her back, because they knew she would please them. They were giving her a chance because she had pleased them before she was so bad.

"You will wear a red collar, and nothing else. You will assist all Masters we have who need your help. You will live with the slaves in training, and we'll probably have you ease them into the training floor when they come up from the cells." Devon instructed. "Masters may use for you for demonstrations, or for any other reasons they wish. When you aren't being used to assist teaching, you'll run the cleaning details, and you will be held responsible."

"Yes Master. Thank you so much Master." Jeannette said smiling. He had just promised her that she would be working hard all the time. She would be used for whatever pleasure the Masters might want, and she would be getting Master's love. That had been missing for months now, and she felt empty without it.

Devon watched the expression of joy and the tears falling down her cheeks, and nodded. She understood that she was here for life, however long that was. She also understood what was expected of her.

"Slave Jeannette, you'll keep your name, it will be on the room you sleep in, and others will be told that you are above them, but below the Masters." Devon said.

"Yes Master, thank you again Master." Jeannette said sipping the water from her last bottle. She knew she wouldn't get any again until they brought food again. It might be a long time. It had been a long time since she had anything to drink before.

"Slave Jeannette, do you have any questions?" Devon asked her.

"No Master, well one question Master." Jeannette admitted.

"That is?"

"When do I begin this new task?" Jeannette asked.

"When your punishment is complete. I wanted to explain to you what was going to be happening, so you could be thinking about it, how to please us when you're taken upstairs, while you're down here." Devon answered.

"Yes Master, thank you master." Jeannette said honestly.

She finished her last bottle of water and waited, she was good at waiting. She knew the punishment would be vicious, brutal, and extremely painful. She was also good at that. It was the only life she understood anymore.

Jeannette had become a career prisoner. Like criminals who are released from prison, only to commit more crimes to get back in, Jeannette had adapted to this life. When free, she was directionless, because her individuality had so withered that it no longer existed. She didn't know what to do when she was alone, unless she was waiting to be told what to do. She was intelligent, but her mind hadn't had what it took to make the journey back to independent living. Like the convicts mentioned above, Jeannette was lost out in the world. If she died here, at least she died where she understood the rules, where there was right and wrong. It was right to please the master; to do anything else was wrong.

Ken Blackburn closed the file on his desk; the trail had gone stone cold. No sign of Jeannette anywhere. She had placed the ad, the clerk at the Times office confirmed it. Security cameras had caught her, and it was Jeannette, no doubt about it. The Library employees had seen her every day for a while, and then she just vanished. No one had seen her since Saturday morning. She was always alone, so she wasn't forced to be here, at least not as a prisoner. Ken considered, how much of Jeannette's behavior was because of her programming, and how much was because of the reality her mind had been forced to adapt to in order to survive.

Ken opened another file, and began reading on his next witness protection candidate. A man who stole money from the Mob, and was willing to testify to be protected.

Jeannette was suspended from the overhead bar in the shower. Devon whipped her from head to toe without any sign of mercy or compassion. Jeannette cried until she finally passed out from the pain. There had been too much love for her to take is all. She would wake in the cell, on the futon pad, and endure the pain. It was what Master wanted her to have and that was all she needed to know.


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Posted:  2008-01-10
Last Modified: 2008-01-11 / 11:07:20 am
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