Author's Note: This is sort of a companion piece to my Giselle story and will incorporate some of the same characters. I hope you enjoy it!

Chapter 1

Bert Jackson was tired. A tall, fit and good looking 46, he'd spent the largest part of his life in the U.S. Army. After Infantry AIT and Airborne School he had served around the world and had retired after 26 years as a Command Sergeant Major. He was surprised at his retirement ceremony to see an officer he had worked for years ago in Baghdad. The Colonel now headed the United Nations Trafficking in Persons task force, combating human trafficking and he wanted Bert working for them. Their American agents were assigned Immigration and Customs Enforcement and sent to FLETC. As Federal agents, they were authorized to carry their issue SIG P226. For two years now Bert battled human trafficking. It wasn't as exciting as it sounded; he had never fired his pistol and it involved a lot of paperwork.

Getting home after 2100 (9 P.M. for you civilians) on a Friday night, Bert had spent the last two days filling out reports on a bus load of illegal farm workers that had been smuggled across the border and his mind was numb from staring at a computer, but he was off for the weekend and planned to recharge a little. There were some decent trout streams a few miles into West Virginia not too far from his farm outside D.C near Middleburg, Virginia. He had stopped at a Mickey D's for a burger which he saved until he got home. He'd been divorced since 1992; his wife wandered when he was a Private and locked onto an E-5 Jodi when he was in Iraq the first time. He got the "Dear John" letter when he was evacuated to Saudi Arabia for some shrapnel in his leg. Except for an occasional fling, he had not found another woman that he hated enough to marry and give his house to.

All his plans changed as soon as he saw the black Lincoln Town Car parked in his drive. "Fuck! I'm too tired for this shit!" Walking into his living room, Bert saw the occupant of the limo. He didn't know who she was or how she about his sexual preferences. He had never seen her face. She had a lingerie model's body, blonde hair and a serious masochistic streak. When she appeared, never setting off his alarm system, she was always locked in a skin tight latex hood, the only opening was for her nostrils and mouth which was filled with a ring gag and dildo plug stretching her throat. She appeared on some random schedule of her own, always seeming to know when he was available.

Tonight, she was standing tautly spread-eagle in his living room, teetering on the tiptoes of her 6" heels. Her ankles were chained 3' apart and her wrists were tied to pulleys in the ceiling and then looped tightly around each breast, now turning purple. As long as she stood on tiptoe and didn't try to lower her arms, her breasts remained unstretched. Any movement put all of her weight on her large breasts, pulling them toward the ceiling and eliciting a groan from behind the gag. Sitting on the table in front of her was a bottle of 25 year-old Macallan Scotch, a glass, bucket of ice and a selection of whips, canes, clamps and needles and a box of condoms. He could see sushi take-out from Masa in New York sitting on the counter in his kitchen.

Tossing the mcburger in the trash, Bert had a sip of the Macallan, then fixed a small plate of sushi and sat, ate and sipped Scotch, watching his visitor struggle to remain outstretched. After a few minutes, he picked up the cat, and swinging under handed, gave her ten strokes up into her pussy. She struggled to maintain her stance, eventually trying to pull her arms down defensively and stretching her tits toward the ceiling. Walking around behind his "victim", Bert sliced the whip up into her crotch from behind ten more times. Then he picked up the cane, and starting from her shoulders, sliced it down her back, leaving a stripe every half inch down to her thighs. She had grown frantic at this point and was pulling her tits toward the ceiling with every strike.

Bert moved around to her front and picked up a box of sterile 1" needles. He started on her left breast and sank a needle into the breast every couple of inches around the base. He did the same around her 1½" diameter aureola, sinking the pins straight into her breast. Then he did the same to the right breast. At this point, she was shaking so hard from the pain she could barely stand, but trapped as she was, standing was her only option. Then Bert knelt between her legs. As she felt the first needle touch her pussy, Bert could hear repeated muffled "no!" coming from her gagged mouth. He stopped and said to her latex covered face, "Would you rather I fuck your ass?" To which she nodded vigorously.

Setting down the pin he was going to impale her clit with, Bert undressed, put on a condom and covered the end with wasabi from the takeout. He stepped behind his mystery guest and thrust hard into her ass, pulling her off her feet. As he worked his hard 8" dick in and out, the wasabi started to have an effect and she was squirming in her bondage trying to get away from the assault, now burning her insides. Following the "rules" that had been set forth the first night this blonde beauty had shown up at his door, Bert reminded her, "You are not allowed to come until told to!" eliciting a moan of frustration from the girl. In the two years she had been showing up in his home, she had never disobeyed when told not to orgasm. The rules only allowed her one per night, and the night was young!

For the next few hours, Bert whipped, spanked, caned and fucked his captive until she was hanging limp in her bonds. Her clit had been impaled by the needle eventually and she was bruised and red from shoulders to knees, front and back. He had smeared tiger balm on her needle covered tits and covered his next condom with ghost pepper and fucked her pussy and the poor girl had nearly lost her mind. At the end of the ritual, her wrists were released from her breasts and secured behind her back. Lowered to her widespread knees, her wrists were secured to the floor behind her and a head harness Bert put on her was secured to the ceiling, preventing her from standing or sitting. All the needles were removed and Bert picked up three syringes filled with Lidocaine. Three more syringes were ready, filled with wasp venom.

Working quickly, he injected her nipples and clit with the Lidocaine and removing her dildo gag, instructed her "Make this good and maybe you won't need the next step!" Bert face fucked the woman, sinking his dick all the way down her throat until she couldn't breathe and started to struggle. Her tongue did what little it could to excite Bert, but after fifteen minutes of alternating face fucking with sliding his dick in far enough for her tongue to work the tip, he slid out of her mouth and said, "Well, not good enough. I guess you know what comes next!" Hearing her squeal from the ring gagged mouth, he quickly grabbed the venom and sank the three needles into her nipples and clit.

Thanks to the anesthetic already injected, she didn't feel the venom for another ten minutes. But as the Lidocaine's effects diminished, the venom became stronger until she was babbling incoherently and thrashing around to the limits of her bondage. At that point, Bert stuck his cock back down her throat and let her panicked body and screams of pain work him to an orgasm. Cutting off her airway, he left his dick down her throat until she started to fade from lack of oxygen, then pulled out, letting her inhale and recover, struggling with the desire to catch her breath against her need to scream in pain. After coming, Bert buckled the dildo gag back in her throat and pinching her nostrils closed, said "you may come now."

She screamed in pain and pleasure and her body shook convulsively as she came from the stimulation, pain and hypoxia. Bert released her nostrils and let her have air again, but after several minutes, she slumped unconscious, totally spent. Bert untied her, and after securing her wrists behind her back, carried her into his bath. Unsurprisingly, the Jacuzzi tub was already filled and Bert sat down in it, cradling her in his arms. After fifteen minutes, he felt her stir and taking a loofah, washed her down in the soothing bubbles getting moans of pain when rubbing some of her wounded body. Done with the bath, he carried her to his bed and laying her down with her head hanging over the edge, he removed the gag and throat fucked her one more time. Then with her at his side, snuggling her to his body, Bert went to sleep.

Bert woke to a pounding at his door. Confused, he looked over and his clock said 0900. "Four hours sleep! This better be important!" He got up, put on some sweat pants and t-shirt and stumbled to the hallway. His visitor was gone and there was no evidence of the prior evening except for the bottle of scotch. Pulling open the door, he was confronted by his partner, Liz Evans, a tall, skinny brunette with short hair. From what little she talked about herself, Bert had found out she had been a Master at Arms in the Marine Corps, then used her G.I. Bill to go to college and got a degree in Sociology. She had been recruited by the U.N. soon after graduation and had worked for them for four years now.

"You look like shit! Where have you been? I've been calling your phone for two hours! We got an emergency call out and we're late!" Bert mumbled something about getting dressed and disappeared back into his bedroom.

When he came back out dressed in his tactical uniform, Liz had made some coffee and shoved a cup under his nose. Bert locked up and sat in the passenger seat of Liz's Dodge Charger and let Liz, a demonic driver, hit the road. As he chugged the coffee she explained the situation. "We got intel that a shipment of girls from China was coming into Baltimore today. An undercover DHS agent supplied the Intel, but has been off-line since passing it on last night and they're worried she's been compromised. The Conex is supposed to be tagged with this Chinese symbol for "slave."" Liz shoved a picture at Bert. Another photograph was DHS's undercover agent, Akari Hata, showing an attractive Japanese woman in a Department of Homeland Security uniform.

Bert snoozed until they got to the Port of Baltimore and met up with the DHS tactical team, their U.N. Human Trafficking Response Team and their liaison with the Port Police. A bus and two ambulances were also standing by; sometimes the "shipment" wasn't in very good shape when they reached the U.S. The Port Police had already identified the container they were looking for and as they approached it, the symbol they were looking for was painted on the door in yellow paint.

The Customs agent with them cut the locks and customs seal and with the team covering the door, slowly opened it. The smell hit them first. Three weeks of waste from the thirty women in the container filled buckets around the container. Surprisingly, all of the women were in good shape and their interpreter told the women to board the bus and explained what was happening. They would be taken to a confinement facility and given complete physicals, fed, showered and their stories recorded. The U.N. would contact the embassies of their home countries and any women who wished would be returned to their homes. Most would be accepted as refugees and placed with sympathetic family or sponsors.

Bert and Liz were relieved that everything went so smoothly, but there was still no sign of the missing undercover agent. As they finished finalizing arrangements for the women, Bert looked around the area and another container caught his eye. This one had the same Chinese symbol, but in white, not yellow. Being a naturally suspicious man, Bert asked one of the DHS agents about the container's destination; Dubai. Checking the container's tracking on the Port Police terminal, it had just come in that afternoon. Bert convinced the Customs officer to open that container also. As they opened the door, Bert, Liz and the agents were astonished. The inside of the container was lined with cages, each containing a naked woman. They all screamed in relief when they realized they were being rescued! The two occupants of the first cage were unconscious and bleeding from head wounds. Popping the cage door open, the Paramedics extracted the women and the two ambulances roared off, sirens wailing.

As they made their way into the container, the DHS agents called for another bus and some jumpsuits for the women to cover up with as they were released. All of them were young, attractive and had been kidnapped to be sent to the Middle East as slaves. Then they realized there was one woman not in a cage. At the front end of the container, a petite woman was tied on her knees, sitting on a Sybian and restrained with arms and legs secured to the cage behind her. There were whip marks on her breasts and thighs and her head was covered by a tight leather hood. Wires ending in alligator clips were attached to her pierced nipples and ringed clit and she would jump as the shocks hit her. Liz quickly unbuckled the hood and an attractive Japanese woman emerged, face covered in sweat. Under the hood was a ball gag and blindfold, doubling her isolation and those were quickly removed too. "Akari! I was so worried! Are you OK?" "Get me off this damn thing! I've been stuck on it all night and my pussy and ass are so sore I won't be able to walk for a week! And turn off that damn TENS!" she yelled as another shock hit her clit.

Surprised that the two women knew each other, Bert went back outside to supervise the removal of the women while Liz released the undercover agent and took her to the hospital. Bert busied himself helping the rest of the women get freed and on the bus. Just then, the DHS supervisor told Bert; "We've got a problem. One of the women that was taken out by ambulance woke up and told the Paramedics that the other woman was their "escort" and worked for the slavers! She knocked the girl out and climbed in her cage to hide once she realized we were on to the container. We can't contact the other ambulance and it never showed at the hospital. We've got an APB out for it, but we've lost an important link to catch who's running this operation."

As her ambulance had left the port, Paramedic Susie Evans took the poor girl's vitals and except for being unconscious, everything seemed fine with her patient. She couldn't even find an injury that would have caused the blood on her face. Standing 5' tall, a little stocky but with large breasts for her size, Susie struggled through the physical parts of her job, but enjoyed helping people. Thinking back on where her patient was found; to be kidnapped and smuggled out of the country as a sex slave! It got Susie's pussy wet. Her boyfriend held her arms over her head sometimes when they had sex and grabbed her long blonde hair when she blew him. The thought of being forced turned her on a little. Her EMS partner Dennis, driving, called back with their ETA to St. Agnes Hospital. While Susie's attention was on her partner, Galina Petrov, an "orientation specialist" (re: slave trainer) to the smuggler's organization, slipped her straps and jumping up, she grabbed the shorter girl from behind and held her by the neck. "Stop the truck!" she yelled at the driver. Dennis, seeing the situation in his mirror, pulled over. "Come back here!" Galina yelled.

Galina let Dennis into the back and told him to strip to his shorts and sit on the floor. As he sat meekly, she tied Susie to the stretcher with straps and bandages and put on Dennis' uniform. Once done, Galina kicked Dennis out of the truck and tossing out his and Susie's cell phones, drove off, taking Susie with her. Dennis, wearing only boxers and a t-shirt scrambled for his phone to call 911.

A few blocks away, Galina pulled the ambulance into a warehouse and closed the door behind her, now free from detection. The organization she worked for had these "safe houses" scattered around for emergencies and Galina knew she could stay here safely. She was also liked hurting women, so little Susie could keep her entertained and being a vindictive woman, she started planning retribution on the undercover DHS agent that cost the organization so much money.

Bert left the port in a coworker's car, drove home and spent the rest of the evening filling out reports and sipping Scotch. Liz called and said the DHS agent was fine and she was going to catch a ride home from someone at the hospital and would see him at work Monday.

All next week was filled with reports, paperwork and intelligence briefings on the gang code that had been discovered on the two containers. They had discovered several more containers so marked and rescued another 60 women at ports around the country. After extensive searches, there was no trace of the missing ambulance, the Paramedic or fake "victim". The rest of the real victims were returned to their lives and families.

All week, Liz seemed distracted, and unusually worried about the DHS agent they had rescued, calling her several times every day. She had never been very open about her personal life (but then neither had Bert), but Bert had the impression she was a lesbian and wanted it kept private, so he left it alone. He took Friday off and went fishing up in the mountains, camping and enjoying the solitude. Poor kidnapped Susie, now held captive by the white slavery organization's top slave trainer, wasn't having such a good weekend.


Chapter 2 (added: 2019/05/04)

Bert and Liz left D.C. for Marseille for a couple of days to help with interdicting an operation that was sneaking slave maids, gardeners and nannies into Europe from Africa disguised as refugees. The French were one of the few police forces that seemed to genuinely appreciate their U.N. help and they were entertained every night by their liaison officers. One tall, handsome French Customs officer seemed to take a keen interest in Liz, but if she reciprocated, Bert never heard.

From France, they flew to Dubai to meet with customs officials that were trying to find who was on the receiving end of their container load of slave girls from the U.S. They had little luck and Bert and Liz suspected their contacts there were hiding as much information as they were sharing. From his time in Saudi Arabia, Iraq and Afghanistan, Bert knew Middle Eastern countries, even rich ones, have different moral compasses and frequently looked the other way when centuries old traditions (and money) were involved.

Singapore, the port of origin of the Chinese shipment, was next. No luck there either. The Chinese officials were suspicious of the Americans and offered little help. Someone in their hierarchy was most likely receiving payoffs from the smugglers.

After two weeks on the road, they were finally home. Liz asked Bert what his plans for the weekend were. "Mow some grass, drink some beer. Watch a little baseball. The Richmond Squirrels are playing at home tomorrow night so I might ride down and see the game. Why?" "Well, Akari, that undercover DHS agent you rescued wanted me to ask you to come to her house for dinner Saturday night. She wants to fix you dinner as a thank you for saving her." Liz replied. Bert replied, "You were as responsible as I was for that! Are you coming too?" Giving him the address and Akari's phone number, she said "She already thanked me! She really wants you to come! I know you'll get a good dinner out of it and I know the crap you usually eat on weekends."

"Hey! What's wrong with beer and corn dogs?" Liz snorted at his reply and walked out, heading home herself.

2000 hours Saturday night found Bert in a D.C. suburb, "dressed up" in a pair of khaki's and polo shirt; he knocked on the door to a condo in a gated complex near the river. "Geez, DHS must pay pretty well! I couldn't afford this place even with my U.N. salary and Army Pension!"

Akari answered the door, dressed in a traditional Japanese Kimono; bright red with a cherry blossom design embroidered down the blouse and long skirt. She was a small woman, 5' tall, slim and had small breasts. She was one of those oriental women that could look fifteen or twenty-five depending on her dress. Her already tiny waist was pinched by a wide sash and her feet were bare, not wearing the traditional obi. Her hair was piled on her head in a complicated bun. She bowed and waved him in. Taking her cue, Bert took off his boots, and glad he had worn good socks, followed Akari into the home. She showed him to a low table and once seated, handed Bert a hot towel to wipe his hands. Akari proceeded to quietly serve Bert soup, sushi and teriyaki beef with vegetables. Sapporo beer was continuously poured into a tall glass. All through dinner, she knelt quietly across from him, waiting for him to eat, head down. When he asked if she was going to eat, she simply shook her head "no". When dinner was finished, Akari pulled cushions behind Bert and let him recline comfortably. A bottle of Suntory single malt was set on the table with some ice and a glass. As Akari served Bert a glass of whiskey, she continued her bow to the floor between his legs and pressing her forehead to the floor she spoke for the first time that night; "As a woman, my culture historically does not place much value in my life, but you have saved me and I must reward you. My life is now yours to do with as you wish. I hope you will allow me, your slave, to pleasure you."

Bert was completely thunderstruck as Akari leaned forward and unzipped his pants, pulling his hardening dick out and in one movement, sucked it down her throat until her chin touched his balls. Leaving it there, her tongue snaked out and massaged his balls as they tightened in pleasure. After nearly a minute, she surfaced and stood, pulled her skirt up squatted down, sinking his now fully erect dick into her pussy with one stroke. As Bert reclined on the cushions, Akari proceeded to slide up and down on him. Bert realized that as she started to rise, her pussy muscles clamped down, squeezing him as she pulled his dick out of her. She had incredible control of her muscles and it didn't take long for Bert to grab Akari's shoulders and force her down as he poured his cum into her.

Bert, catching his breath, took a sip of the whiskey tried to think what to say. Akari beat him to the punch and hopped up, said "Get naked and wait right here, I'm going to slip into something more appropriate. This night is NOT over!"

Bert did as he was told, thinking to himself, "Demanding little slave isn't she?" After a few minutes, Akari reappeared. Posing in the doorway for effect, Akari stood there in shiny black 5" heels, white stockings with little red bows at the top, a short plaid skirt and white blouse unbuttoned to the waist. Her waist length black hair was held in a pony tail by a bow matching those on her stockings.

"Come with me." She said and led him down hall to a bedroom. Opening the door and following Akari in, Bert was confronted, not by an adult woman's bedroom, but a well equipped dungeon. "Liz said she thought you would know what to do with some of this stuff and you can do what you wish. I've got pretty good tolerance for pain and can handle just about anything. We do have neighbors, so I guess you'll have to keep me quiet somehow!" she quipped as she opened a cabinet filled with various gags, whips, harnesses, dildos and vibrators.

As Bert looked at the options, Akari started mock screaming, "Help! Help! I'm being held captive by a pervert!" Bert quickly caught on to the game and grabbing a head harness O-ring gag with a 4" penis gag, Bert grabbed her by the pony tail and yanked back, slipping the ring into Akari's mouth. He buckled the harness on as she playfully beat on his chest with her fists. That silenced her cries. Bert grabbed her wrists and pulling them up behind her back, shackled her bent over in a strapado. With two ankle cuffs, he spread her legs, putting more tension on her shoulders. Bert pulled the blouse back over her arms, exposing her breasts and small nipples.

He had not recovered from the fucking Akari gave him in the living room, so Bert decided to amuse himself with a whip or two. Selecting a moderately stiff cat, he proceeded to redden her exposed ass then turned to give the squirming "schoolgirl" twenty upwards into her spread pussy lips. Akari had not showed much reaction to her ass whipping, but whipping her pussy lips brought some squeals and squirming. Conversely, a small puddle formed under her pussy during the whipping. He tied her pony tail to the chain holding her arms and brought her head back up, straining her neck. With a lighter cat, he started on her breasts, whipping upwards; five strokes to a side until she had received fifty.

Walking around in front of the bound girl, Bert rested his semi-hard dick on her nose and said, "Well, I'm not quite ready yet, so I'll just have to keep you entertained some other way while I recover.", Bert said as he peered into the toy closet. Finding the items he wanted, he returned in front of Akari and pulling the dildo gag from her mouth, slid an expanding butt plug in and out to lubricate it and then replaced the gag. He inserted the plug slowly into her ass. Once in, he turned the handle until it clicked, expanding the plug to twice its size and getting a muffled squeal from Akari. Dropping to his knees, he massaged her pussy and spread her lips with his fingers, two of them slipping into her to rub her G-spot. Akari was moaning in pleasure from the massage when he slipped the teeth from a clamp over her clit and let go suddenly. He was rewarded by a scream of pain as Akari's body went stiff. Before she could recover, he slipped the remaining two clips onto her nipples and again let each go with no warning. Akari's already stiffened body shuddered as she came for the first time that evening.

His dick getting hard, Bert slipped it into her pussy and grabbed Akari's hair for leverage, started pulling her back and forth on his dick with one hand while the other massaged a tit. The butt plug put pressure downward on her insides, causing his dick to rub continually against her G-spot and Akari came every few minutes. After riding her hard for ten minutes, Bert pulled out and stuffed a vibrator into her pussy and turned it on high, then clamped it in place by using a binder clip on her lips. He went around in front of Akari and with her head already pulled back by her hair, Bert removed the gag and stuffed his dick, coated with her own juices, down her throat and pinched her nose, shutting off Akari's air and started stroking in and out. Akari had to time her breathing to Bert's strokes, while the vibrator was making her come every few minutes. She wasn't succeeding and slowly becoming starved for oxygen. As her mind started to succumb to the hypoxia, Bert released her nose and grabbed both breasts as hard as he could as he came down Akari's throat.

Akari's body, overloaded with the sensations, went limp. Bert quickly released her bonds and removed the gag, plug, vibrator and clamps. He sat on the floor and cuddled her until her body relaxed and her mind returned from subspace and Akari, reached up, pulled down Bert's face and kissed him tenderly and said "Thank you. This was supposed to be your reward, not mine!" To which Bert replied, "The meal would have been plenty of thanks!" "Well, we're not done! Let's let you rest for a little while and then you can have the last of your reward."

Akari gave Bert a knee length robe, and led him back into the living room. He lay down on the couch and she snuggled against him and they fell asleep. Bert woke up with the sun rise. Akari reappeared wearing a short version of her kimono, showing off her slim legs and letting her pussy peek out when bending over. She brought him a couple of ham biscuits and coffee and cuddled up in Bert's lap and the two just sat and talked. Akari, now 28, had worked for DHS for four years after completing her Master's in Political Science. Her language skills and small size made her an excellent undercover agent; no one suspected a woman so small could be a Federal Agent and she had a working knowledge of English, Japanese, Chinese and Spanish which made her a valuable asset. She was skilled in Aikido and since this last operation had burned her undercover identity, she was probably in line for a promotion to Field Supervisor.

Her hands wandered to Bert's crotch and as he rose, Akari again squatted over him and worked him to another orgasm. As he lay there recovering, she said, "One last thing, I'm married."

"WHAT!" Bert jumped up, grabbing his clothes to escape the rampaging husband he expected to show any minute. Having been cheated on by his ex, Bert had a firm rule; no married women! "It's okay! She knows and is alright with my rewarding you. I'm usually the Dominant one and she knows I enjoy having an occasional submissive fling with a man and she's okay as long as she knows about it. We talked this over and not only did she give me her okay, she was enthusiastic about it!"

Bert's mind processed parts of her speech, but seized on "she". "You're married? To a woman?" Pulling Bert's clothes out of his hands and placing them on the chair, Akari grasped his hands and said, "Yes, to a woman. Such things are done now. But she's okay with this. She's spending the night in a hotel, probably rubbing herself raw imagining the cruel, wonderful things you're doing to me."

Akari sat Bert back on the living room couch, and brought more coffee. They talked about work for a while. Bert thinking he was overstaying his welcome, Bert dressed and said goodbye to Akari. He told Akari to give her wife his thanks also.

When he left the complex, he passed a woman sitting on a bus bench across from the complex that looked familiar, but could not think where he would know anyone with short rainbow spiked hair and black lip gloss. She did look good in that outfit; ankle boots with 5" heels, tight tank top over a respectable and braless pair of tits with obvious nipple piercings and a miniskirt. Bert was good with faces. Maybe it would come to him later.

After Bert left, Akari went to their bedroom. Opening the door revealed her wife bound over the end of the bed, white ass shining in the morning light. Thigh high leather boots, an arm binder and a corset reducing her waist to twenty inches were all she wore. The antenna from a Bluetooth vibrator poked out from her spread legs and a soft hum could be heard. Pulling the vibrator out and shutting it off, Akari squatted over a small cup and squeezed out Bert's morning cum and taking a baster, sucked it up and quickly sank the sperm deep into her wife's womb.

"There! We'll let that percolate for a little while, then, you're getting punished for coming without permission! How many times did you come last night?"

"Six, Mistress" was the reply.

"So, six on each breast with a cane? Or sixty on the ass with a crop? No need to decide right now. I'll be back after my shower." Akari stuffed the vibrator into the woman's mouth and swatting her on the ass, headed off to shower.


Chapter 3 (added: 2019/06/07)

Monday morning Bert was sitting in their office with his morning coffee when Liz came in. "Moving kind of slow there. Rough weekend?" He quipped. "You have no idea! I, uh, fell in the shower." Was her reply as she slowly lowered herself into her seat. She was wearing their "duty" uniform of tactical pants and polo shirts, but had a long sleeve turtle neck shirt under her polo. "Aren't you hot in that shirt? It's going to be 95 in D.C. today!" "Bite me!" was her reply. Knowing when to leave well enough alone, Bert shut up.

With nothing important on their schedule, Liz was tasked to go to a seminar in London. Agencies throughout Europe were worried the refugee crisis in Europe and the Middle East was being used as a cover to sneak domestic staff and sex slaves into the countries taking refugees. Bert reconciled to a week of paperwork and video conferences, said goodbye to his partner as she went home to pack and leave for the airport.

At the Task Force's Friday morning staff meeting, they were briefed on ongoing operations around the world; there seemed to be an uptick in missing women in Europe. All of the missing girls were late teens, blonde, attractive and college students. European, Asian and South American teams were to be on the lookout. Blondes were often sent to those areas. As far as their missing kidnapper and Paramedic, the ambulance had turned up, burning in a field in Pennsylvania the day before. No sign of the two women was found and any evidence was gone in the fire. Seeing the picture of the Paramedic in the file, Bert suddenly realized why the rainbow haired girl outside Akari's condo looked familiar. He called D.C. Metro to check the area, but she was not there. He didn't know it, but he was also too late to save the DHS agent, Akari Hata.

Their missing Paramedic, tortured and brainwashed for several weeks by the professional slave trainer, was now completely under Galina Petrov's control. Susie had been tortured without a break for the first two weeks. She was no longer kept tied or caged 24-hours a day and was willing to do anything to, or for, her Mistress,

When they first arrived at the warehouse, Galina had mummified Susie with sheets, blindfolded and stuffed her mouth with gauze and left her strapped to the stretcher in the back of the ambulance while she went out. Her first stop was a used clothing store where she picked up a non-descript outfit of slacks, blouse and shoes. She left the stolen paramedic's uniform in trashcan in the store. At a "friendly" leather and sex toy shop her organization used, she had stocked up on equipment and supplies to torture and tease her new pet while waiting for the search for the two of them to cool down. Another shop provided her with some more new clothing and some outfits appropriate for her new slave.

On her return, Susie was suspended from a beam and whipped with a cat, front and back, top to bottom. When the girl was a red quivering mess, Galina had picked up her feet and caned them. Susie was lowered until she stood on her bruised feet and left there blindfolded and gagged the rest of the night. During the night, Galina had woken up and placed clips on Susie's nipples and labia, whipped her again and gone back to bed. The next morning, clips released, the poor girl was lowered to the ground and kneeling, the gag was removed and Susie was instructed to please Galina with her tongue. She refused and was strung back up and again received the previous day's punishment. The second morning, hungry and thirsty, Susie complied, although without much enthusiasm and received two bottles of water to drink and the clips were removed.

By the fourth day of this treatment, Susie was quite determined to please this woman if it ended her torture. After licking Galina's pussy and asshole for an hour, bringing her captor to orgasm, she was rewarded with a granola bar and more water and left unmolested for four hours of sleep. In her exhaustion, it was like heaven for those few hours. But she wasn't allowed to rest too long. Still blindfolded, and after having plugs put in pussy and ass, she was bound to a pole, bent over and legs spread. Her arms were secured to the pole above her back and the vibrating plugs started their work. As Susie approached orgasm, her ass was caned. This cycle repeated for another week with different weapons used on her backside. Once a day she was released, allowed to service her Mistress, got to eat a small meal and drink some water as a reward, then placed back on the pole to be brought near orgasm and whipped.

Susie was pierced; nipples, 6 on each side of her labia, clit, belly button, nose and tongue. Then she was secured spread legged, bent backward over a table and branded "Galina's Slave" on her belly in Cyrillic, just over her shaved pussy. Ear buds were inserted and messages encouraging submission and obedience interspersed with the sounds of women having orgasms were played while the vibrators brought her to the edge of orgasm. The louder the orgasm in her ears, the stronger the vibrators buzzed. When the whipping started, the message turned to warnings against disobedience and screams of pain.

Susie was a limp mess. Brain washed, covered in whip and cane marks, having been kept awake with little sleep for two weeks, and kept on the edge of orgasm, she was released and spread eagled on a bed with the sounds of women having orgasms playing in her head, Galina turned the vibrators on high, went down on Susie and brought her to orgasm over and over until she passed out.

When Susie woke the next day, she had been washed and her hair cut short and dyed several bright colors, she was hogtied, lying on a cool comfortable bed between the legs of her Mistress. Knowing what was expected of her; she wiggled into position and started pleasing Galina. As Galina started moaning in pleasure, Susie started getting excited and her Mistress grabbed her head and used her face to masturbate to orgasm. After she came, Galina gave Susie permission and she came also.

With her slave completely under her control, a GPS tracker/Bluetooth microphone and speaker was inserted in her skin just behind her left ear. Before she was released from bondage, a bomb was inserted in her pussy and kept there with a metal lace through the labia piercings and locked to the hole pierced in her clitoral hood. Galina took no chances with her slaves.

Susie was given her instructions, a cell phone and a photo of her target and dropped off at a fancy condo complex. Sitting across the street, she reported the routine of their target. Galina, having picked up a white Dodge Charger to use for surveillance, sat down the street watching both her slave and their target. Susie was performing well with no apparent resistance to her new role in life, but Galina wasn't one to take chances. After a week of surveillance on their next victim, she had enough to form a plan. They would take her Friday morning.

Akari Hata got up early. She ran three days a week before breakfast and went to the gym for strength training and yoga the other three days. Sundays she relaxed and had a leisurely brunch with her wife. This Friday morning she started her jog on her usual route; sometimes she changed up and jogged the opposite way, but always used the same streets. After four miles, she turned the corner for the last mile back to her condo and saw a woman's legs sticking out of the bushes. The woman appeared to be unconscious, so Akari checked her vitals quickly, "Pulse, okay. Breathing, okay. No visible injuries, okay."

Just then, an unmarked police car pulled up behind her and Akari turned to tell the female officer to call for an ambulance. As she turned her head to speak to the officer, Susie pulled a stun gun and gave Akari a jolt to the abdomen, knocking her flat. Galina Petrov, in the police uniform, handcuffed Akari behind her back and picking her up, put her in the back of the car. Her ankles were shackled to chains attached to the floor and Galina popped a ball in her mouth and a blindfold over her eyes and using clear tape, wrapped her face, blinding her and sealing in the ball, preventing Akari from screaming for help. Susie, hopped up, and slipping her own cuffs on behind her back, got in the back of the car and let Galina shackle her feet to the floor and blindfold and gag her also. Then the three women drove off slowly, the deep tinted windows of the car prevented anyone from seeing the two captives in the back.

By the time Bert had figured out who the woman sitting across from Akari's condo was, Galina had driven the three to "the Farm", a rural training facility for their product. It was mostly used for storage of women getting ready to be shipped, or being received, but sometimes women needed "orientation" or recovery before being sold. And Galina was the best "orientation coordinator" they had, so she was given free rein in her methods. At the moment, the only residents were the five men that kept the property and "stock" secure and two slaves, a mother daughter pair that were permanent residents.

They had been kidnapped to punish a man who had laundering money for the organization and was caught with his hand in the till. For five years, his wife of 39 and daughter, now 23, had been kept prisoner. Every month, a video of the two women were sent to him showing them sucking off the men, getting fucked and being whipped afterward. Most of the time the two women were tasked with keeping the house clean, cooking for the men and getting screwed how and when the men desired. They also followed a strict exercise and diet regimen to keep them fit for the men and had visited the organization's plastic surgeon in Miami for breast enlargement. Their "uniform" was a kinky French maid outfit; 6" heels, stockings, a frilly skirt that barely covered their naked asses, waist cinching corset leaving their oversize breasts exposed and lace collars that contained shock electronics and a small explosive charge that would decapitate the woman if she went more than five hundred feet from the house. Nipple rings and a clit ring with little bells announced their movement around the house. A large butt plug stayed in their asses and a pair of hollow balls, partially filled with mercury, kept their pussies wet. They were known only as "old slut" and "young slut".

It was video day, so both women were in the barn when Galina and her captives arrived. The mother, suspended spread eagle, was being whipped down her back with a crop while her daughter serviced her. They would change places in a few minutes and mother would service daughter while she was whipped. Thanks to Galina's programming, the only way the women could come was by being licked by the other. During their monthly video was the only time either woman was allowed to orgasm. Three men waited their turn to screw each of the women.

Galina ordered two of the men to bring her captives into the room that was used to process new women. Blind and gagged during the trip, neither woman knew where they were. Both were quickly stripped and explosive collars locked on their necks. Susie was unchained and had slave cuffs connected by 12" chains placed on wrists and ankles, given some 6" heels to wear and then placed in a corner and told to stay still. Akari, still blind and gagged, tried to fight when released from the cuffs, but the two men were too much for her to handle. Metal cuffs were placed on her wrists and ankles and she was spread eagled facing into a wall. The men were told they could fuck her, but otherwise, leave her alone. As Galina led Susie by her leash out of the room, she could hear the men's zippers coming down.

Galina and Susie went into the house and the house rules and collar were explained to Susie, then her gag and blindfold were removed. Galina had Susie bring their bags from the car and unpack in her room. Each bedroom in the house had a sturdy four poster bed and some bondage furniture. A small cage for slaves was also in one of the closets. Susie went to the kitchen to prepare lunch for the men and Galina since the "maids" were occupied and Galina went back to start Akari's "orientation"

Bert got a call from DHS just before noon looking for Agent Akari. She had not reported for work that morning and her cell, (now lying under a bush a mile from her house) went straight to voicemail. Bert realized the connection between Susie sitting across the street from Akari's condo and her sudden absence. Bert told Akari's supervisor what he knew and suspected and a BOLO was sent out for her and the rainbow haired Susie. Bert worried about Akari's wife, but not knowing who she was or how to contact her, he couldn't do anything about that.

Video footage from a bank security camera showed Akari's abduction and Susie's apparent willing participation. She was now a wanted woman instead of a victim. The fake police officer kept her head down so the bank's cameras only got the top of her head. They still didn't know what she looked like. The tags on the fake unmarked police car were falsified but traffic cams tracked the car heading southeast out of D.C., but once out of town the kidnapper's trail ended.

Akari, in the meantime, was bent backward over a table, screaming into her gag from the pain of being branded "slave" just above her pussy. She had already been pierced like Susie; nose, tongue, nipples, clit and six on each pussy lip. "Cum Here" was tattooed on her tongue and the Chinese symbol for "Slave" was tattooed on her neck under her right ear. A GPS/Bluetooth microphone/speaker was implanted. Then Galina inserted a locking butt plug and dildo held in place by the rings in her pussy. She was tied in a ball tie and placed in a cage just barely bigger than her small bundled body and left for the rest of the night.

That evening Galina had Susie put on a show for the men at the farm, dancing and showing off her tits and ass on the stripper pole in the living room. Leaving her to the whims of the men, she snagged "young slut" by the collar and returning to her room, had the poor girl lick and suck for all she was worth, bringing Galina to orgasm several times. Then the girl was hogtied between Galina's legs and she went to sleep. Sometime during the night Susie came in and slipped into the cage in the closet, locked the cage door and went to sleep, jealous that 'young slut" got to sleep in the bed with her Mistress.

The next morning, Susie was assigned to help the maids clean and cook and Galina started Akari's mind control conversion for real. Removed from the cage where she spent the night by two of the men, Akari was unbound, her gag removed. Too stiff to move quickly, Akari was easily spread eagled on her tiptoes in the room and whipped by both men front and back. Still blindfolded, ear buds played loud rock music while the men reddened her entire body. Once done with the whipping, the two men took turns fucking the tiny Japanese woman in ass and pussy. For the next couple of hours, Akari was left to hang there, listening to soft music. She was injected with a mix of drugs; to keep her awake, make her mind susceptible to suggestion, enhance sexual stimulation and give her a feeling of impending doom. Her feet were released and she was lowered to standing and made to march in place' counting off "left, right, left" for hours while the subliminal voices in her head eased her into submission.

Randomly interspersed with the softer music was the crack of a whip or the buzz of electricity. Sometimes it would be accompanied by a real whip strike or a jolt from a cattle prod, keeping her fearful and on edge. This cycle, whipping, fucking, shocks and fearful pauses were kept up for days. Akari was given water, but not fed. There was no regularity or pause in the abuse. She got no chance to sleep and after several days the ear buds started adding suggestions of submission and acceptance of her slavery. She was told repeatedly that she deserved to be punished. At the end of a week, limp and half conscious, she was tied to a stretcher and given intravenous glucose and vitamins, drugged into unconsciousness and let rest for the night.

The next morning, Akari awoke in a cell. She was chained by the neck to the wall, otherwise unrestrained. Across from her was Susie, back to blonde hair, chained just as she was. Susie had been whipped from her shoulders to her knees and her feet were purple from being caned. Semen leaked from her pussy and ass and dribbled off her chin. She was sobbing quietly when Akari woke up. As Akari looked over at her, Susie put her finger to her lips and whispered "Are you okay? You have to be quiet or they'll come back in and punish us! This", pointing at her body, "was because you were screaming during the night and so I was taken out, whipped and gang raped and now I can't have any food for another day. Please don't make a fuss! I can't take any more of this!"


Chapter 4 (added: 2019/07/19)

Akari had been gone for weeks. Inside, Liz was frantic with fear about the kidnapping. She was anxious and the anxiety was making her nauseous. She had thrown up every morning for a week. She didn't want Bert or her other coworkers to know about her personal life, so she kept herself professional. They had found no sign of Akari, the kidnapped (and from what they saw on the video, now kidnapper) Paramedic or the unknown woman from the shipping container.

Akari in the meantime, had been tortured and subjected to mind control for those weeks. Only the men were ever in her presence, and she was becoming the obedient slave to them that Galina wanted. The daily torture and mind control continued along with the starvation diet and sleep deprivation. Part of the plot involved Susie. Anytime Akari seemed to resist her programming, Susie was taken from their cell and could be heard through Akira's ear buds; screaming for hours. Susie, willing to do anything for her Mistress, happily complied although the torture wasn't as bad as it sounded to Akari and most of the screams were recorded and replayed at random.

Another part of Galina's plan hinged on the fact that Akari had never seen her. After being caught, and later when in the container, Akari had been blindfolded. After the third week, in late afternoon while one of the now routine torture and rape sessions was ongoing, the door slammed open and Galina stormed in. Screaming "Stop! What are you doing? You were just supposed to keep her out of the way, not rape her! Get her down right now!" As the two men meekly did what she demanded, Akira couldn't help but be thankful to this woman that had just saved her from endless torment. Galina helped Akari back to the house where she fed and bathed her and soothed her wounds. Then she was put in Galina's bed and allowed to sleep.

Waking the next morning snuggled beside Galina, Akira wasn't sure what was going on. This woman had obviously saved her, but why? And who was she? When her bedmate awoke, Akira had a hundred questions, but Galina silenced her, pointing at the ceiling and cupping her hand behind her ears indicating someone was listening. Just then, the door opened and one of the men gruffly told the two to come to eat. As Galina started dressing, he told her, "No need slut. You don't need clothes. You'll be servicing the two guys you interrupted last night as soon as you're fed." "Yes, sir" Galina replied. Akira then realized that Galina wore a collar, wrist and ankle cuffs too.

Breakfast was served by an older woman, wearing a kinky maid's outfit. While eating, Galina quietly told Akari that while a slave here herself, she was their behavioral expert, having been kidnapped from her Psychology practice and she had some say in how the slaves were treated. She informed her of the purpose of the collar and the danger of trying to escape. Akari now felt indebted to Galina and thanks to the submissive mind control programming, was willing to do whatever the woman requested of her. Galina's conversion of Akari was near complete.

As they finished breakfast, one of the guards came in, and grabbing Galina by the wrist, said "Come on slut. Time to pay for your impertinence!" Akari started to protest, but Galina shushed her and said, "It's no big deal. They'll whip me a little and then after fucking me, will make me swallow their loads. I've done it dozens of times. No need for you to get in trouble over it." As the man left, he told Akari to go back to Galina's room.

As the man dragged Galina out for her "punishment", Akari went back to their room and tried to rest, but her stomach was upset and she threw up the small meal she had just eaten. Lying in bed trying to rest, Akari heard moaning from the closet. Opening the door, she was confronted by Susie and "young slut", bound in a "69" ball tie with shafts piercing their ass holding them still in the cage. Akari reached into the cage and removed Susie's blindfold and double dildo which was inserted a good 8" down her throat and 9" into young slut's pussy, but the cage was locked and she couldn't reach the rest of their bondage.

Susie sighed and said, "Thanks, that thing was really straining the limit of my deep throat ability!" "What are you doing in there?" Akari asked. "The men have a limit on how many women can be free at one time. Since you and Galina were free, I and one of the sluts have to be in bondage. You'll have to do me back up in a minute or we'll be in trouble and that's one place you do not want to be around here!" Akari heard a buzzing coming from Susie's rear and the dildo in her pussy and young slut's mouth started to vibrate. "Quick! Do me back up. If I don't perform enough strokes into her while it's vibrating, the vibrator changes to shocks and I'll have to spend all night in here getting my pussy electrocuted!" Akari did her best to get the dildo gag back on, but before she was finished, both women started jumping from the shocks. Blindfold back in place, Akari closed the door and lying on the bed went right to sleep.

When she woke up this time, her wrists were cuffed behind her back and Galina was curled up in the corner, arms also cuffed behind her back, crying. Her body was covered with whip marks and semen dripped from her chin. Akari went to her and brought Galina back to the bed and snuggled her as best she could until they both fell asleep again. Galina smiled to herself, "This little slave is mine now!" The whipping had been real; Galina had a high tolerance for pain and the punishment needed to look real. Old slut had given a couple of the men blow jobs and, letting them come on her face, had given Galina the semen for her own face. Unable to use their hands, Akari licked the semen off Galina's face to clean her up.

The next week was reinforcement training, using subliminal messages played through her built-in Bluetooth speaker at night, Akari's place as slave to Galina was set. They were given chores around the house and barn and Galina frequently intervened when the men wanted to fuck Akari, acting as her protector and sometimes taking "punishment" for it. At night, with the two slaves chained by wrist or ankle to the bed, Akari made love to Galina, never thinking about having her own orgasms unless Galina, without touching her, commanded "Come for me!" And thanks to her conditioning, she did. Galina got details of Akari's life, her job with DHS and everything they knew about the slaver organization.

Galina had worked on a plan to utilize her new slaves. After resurfacing, Akari would be sent to a therapist (Dr. Galina Petrov) where she would soon be cleared for duty and resume her life. During her weekly counseling sessions, Akari would feed Galina intelligence on upcoming operations and raids. Susie would be partnered with two of their procurers and they would operate a fake ambulance, "rescuing" targets that were drugged, simulating medical conditions. After their victim was secured in the ambulance, she would disappear, only to turn up as "product" in the organization's slavery operation.

Bert was worried about Liz. He didn't know what was going on but she was a nervous wreck over the disappearance of Akari Hata. She tried hard to hide it, but he knew she was puking some mornings. Then came the call. A Virginia State Trooper had stopped a beat up old work van outside Emporia for speeding. The tags were stolen and the driver, a young black man, jumped and ran and disappeared into the woods. When the Trooper looked into the van, he got the shock of a lifetime. The inside of the van had been converted into a prisoner transport. The walls and floor were insulated and padded. Eye bolts were arranged around the roof and floor. Attached to those eye bolts was a naked woman, standing spread eagle, chained to ceiling and floor of the van. Her head was covered with a leather hood, holding in a gag and blindfold. Akari Hata had been rescued.

A helicopter medevac brought her to Walter Reed where she was checked over, having remarkably few injuries; the new piercings, a couple of old cane marks and some bruises. She elected to keep the piercings and was offered counseling and sent home. The counselor assigned was Galina Petrov. Liz's demeanor changed completely overnight and Bert still couldn't figure it out. She suddenly took two week's vacation and Bert was stuck doing paperwork by himself again.

When Bert arrived home Friday night, the limo was parked in his drive, so he knew he had a visitor. She wasn't in the living room, so Bert checked the bedroom. She was laying spread eagle sideways on the bed with a stack of pillows under her ass arching her body and her latex covered head hanging off the edge. "You let your hair grow out. I like it." He said when he noticed the pony tail sticking out from the top of her hood. "Always a good way to get a grip for head!"

Bert sipped on a glass of Macallan and surveyed his victim, planning her night. His first move was putting on a condom then smearing ghost pepper on it. Removing the plug she wore in her mouth, he sank his dick in her mouth. The pepper immediately starting burning her mouth and throat. Combined with his dick choking off her air, she started bucking in her bonds. Bert came very quickly. He left the gag out so she could catch her breath and picked up the cane.

Striking down, Bert caned her pussy, then her tits. His dick got hard again, so Bert stuck his dick in her mouth again and started whipping her pussy with a cat; each whip impact causing her throat to squeeze him as he stroked in and out. After coming again, he pulled out and decided to hook her up to a tens unit to keep her entertained while ate his supper.

After inserting a Bluetooth vibrator in her pussy, clamps on nipples, clit and an electrified butt plug was inserted. A random program of mild stimulation and vibrations varied with extreme shocks kept her occupied while he ate the prime rib she had brought. While eating the tender meat with some horseradish, Bert looked forward to his torture of this beautiful woman for the night.

He went to the shed and got a saw horse, a short 2x4 and some 1 5/8" sheet rock screws. He screwed about a dozen of the screws through the 2x4, leaving about a 1/4" of the sharp point sticking out. Then the 2x4, screw points up, was secured to the top of the saw horse. Bringing the saw horse, a bucket, some fishing weights and line back to the bedroom, his victim was close to orgasm. Bert sliced a crop down into her pussy and reminded her, "Not without permission!" Two more strikes on her nipples emphasized his point.

With her distracted, Bert removed the plugs and clips and released her ankles. With a strap he bound each ankle to its thigh. Her wrists were untied and bound wrist to elbow in a leather bondage sack which was secured by a strap to a posture collar holding her neck stiff, chin up. He picked her up and laid her long ways on the saw horse, legs straddling it and sharp screws stabbing her pussy lips and lower belly. She was positioned so from the waist up, her body hung off the end of the saw horse. A wide strap around her waist secured her lower body in place. Needles were stabbed through the base of her nipples and a 6 ounce fishing weight suspended from a loop around each needle.

Bert filled the bucket with ice water and picking up her upper body, placed it under her head. As long as she used her stomach muscles to keep her head and upper body up, she was fine. If she sagged, her face was submerged in the ice water and the nipple weights lie on the floor. Of course, holding her head up put pressure on her lower abdomen and pussy, digging the screws into her skin and raised the weights on her nipples, stretching her tits. He left her like this for a few minutes to get used to the predicament.

Holding the big toe of her left foot down to arch her sole, Bert caned her foot; striking downward five times. The right got the same treatment. Bert could hear her sobbing through the gag and her head dipped into the water a couple of times. Taking a freshly peeled ginger root, he slipped it into her ass. While she was moaning from the burning mix, he cropped her ass until it glowed red; each strike causing her to clench her muscles, bearing down on the ginger causing the burn to intensify.

Moving to her front, Bert swung the crop up into her tits, causing them to bounce upward, pulling against the weights attached to her nipples and getting more moans from the woman. Pulling up her head by the pony tail, Bert sank his dick into her mouth and she squealed as her nipples were stretched by the fishing weights, vibrating against his dick. "That's right sweetie, give me a hummer! I'll tell you what, suck me off in five minutes and you won't get needles in your clit tonight." In the position he had fixed her in, she could barely moved her head, much less, actually give him a blowjob, but her head started bobbing as best she could, but moving her head back also pulled on her tits, causing moans to tickling Bert's dick, but there was no way she was going to beat the five minute deadline.

"Okay, times up! I guess your little love button gets the needles!" Bert pulled out and walked around behind her as she wailed in frustration. Taking a couple of needles, he pulled her pussy lips apart and tacked them down to the board. Then taking another, pulled her clitoris out as far as he could and nailed it down right over a screw tip. She arched back as far as she could and screamed. Bert removed the ginger and took a butt hook greased with Tiger Balm, slipped it in her ass. As the balm started to sting and burn, Bert roped the end of the hook to her pony tail, arching her back and forcing her down belly down on the screws while putting tension on her tits.

Walking back around her front, Bert used a cat on her belly and chest, further straining the muscles. Untying the rope from the butt hook, Bert connected a five pound weight to her hair and dropped it into the bucket of ice water. The weight pulled her head down into the water. After a few seconds, she managed to pull her face clear of the water, but it was obvious she was struggling. "Let's make this interesting." Bert put the dildo gag back in and took some horseradish and smeared it under her nose. Every time she inhaled, the horseradish burned her nose and her body stopped her from breathing. Combined with the tiger balm in her ass, needles in pussy lips and clit, skin burning from the whipping, she became hypoxic. She passed out, face down into the ice water from a lack of oxygen.

Bert pulled her head up and removed the bucket. Then releasing her from bondage, he removed the needles, gag and butt hook. He sprayed her down with an antiseptic spray, and as she started to come around, laid her back on the bed. Her wrists were stretched to the posts at the foot of the bed. The rope tied to her pony tail was stretched to the middle of the headboard. Then taking her legs, he bent them back over to the posts at the head. She was fully conscious now and wiggled her ass as she evaluated her situation. He inserted an inflatable butt plug in her ass and started pumping it up. Bert stopped when she moaned, then after a few seconds, pumped it up some more. He did that several times. She was screaming into the gag when he stopped.

Bert reached into the ice bucket and pulled out a handful of ice and stuffed a dozen pieces into her pussy. "This will cool that burn." That elicited more screaming and she bounced her ass up and down trying to shake the ice free. Bert tied straps around the base of her tits, causing them to swell, turn purple and get very sensitive. He took another handful of ice and held it to her left tit. As her tit got cold and her nipple hardened, he took the crop and smacked down hard on the nipple. Then he did the same to her right.

Bert put on a condom and slid into her. Pausing when he reached bottom, he waited until the sensation made her start wiggling her hips. He reached up and grabbed both tits with his hands and squeezed as hard as he could. Then Bert started pumping her pussy as hard as he could, using her tits as leverage. The overinflated butt plug tightened her pussy and pushed his dick to the front of her sheath, rubbing furiously on her G-spot. Just as he was almost there, he leaned over and told her, "NOW!" She came, and as he continued to pound her for several more minutes until he did the same, she came continuously.

Bert took a few minutes to sip his Scotch before releasing his slave and removing the gag. After a relaxing time in the hot tub, he cuddled her on the bed and went to sleep. Usually she would be gone when Bert woke up, but near 1000, he woke to with her tongue caressing his dick, and as he got erect, she climbed on and rode him until he came again.

She stood up and turned her back, urging him to release her arms. Once removed from the sack, she cuffed herself in front and walked out of the room. A few minutes later, she returned carrying a tray with bagels, cream cheese and fresh coffee "How the hell did she make coffee and find everything hooded?" Bert thought to himself. Also on the tray was a bottle of grayish-green liquid labeled "Soylent". Setting the tray on his nightstand, she picked up the bottle and slowly drank it down, occasionally stopping to retch a little from the taste. Only after she finished it and set the bottle back on the tray did he realize the flavor: "Dog Spunk". "Wow, I wonder who taste tested that at the factory?" Bert again thought to himself. Reading the label he read that three bottles a day provided all the necessary nutrition for an adult female. "I wonder what other flavors they have?" and then her realized they were listed on the bottle; Bland, Dog Spunk, Man Cum, Vagina Juice, Urine, Sweat, Chocolate, Vanilla, Strawberry, Mint and Bacon. "Wow, creative!"

She kneeled on the floor beside his bed while Bert ate a bagel with chive and onion cream cheese. Returning the tray to his kitchen, she returned with an envelope with Bert's name printed on it. Opening it, he read:

"Sir, my circumstances have changed and I will soon be free of my obligations as a free woman. I wish with all my heart to be your slave, Master. I know as a slave, I have no choice, but if you wish me to be your slave, you have but to ask. I will return Sunday evening at 7 o'clock, unmasked and as myself to serve you supper. You may see me as I am and ask any questions you may have before making your decision."

Bert was dumb struck. The woman stood up and left the house, still naked except for the hood and cuffs. Her chauffeur waited for her outside and escorted her to the car. As they left, Bert, his mind buzzing with the implications of her confession. "How the fuck did I get myself into this?" He thought. "And how do all these women know so much about my life? Am I listed in Wiki as "Nice guy, but a sadistic pervert!"


Chapter 5 (added: 2019/08/25)

Bert spent the afternoon working around the farm and debating his options in his head. Single for most of his Army life, he had dated some female soldiers when he was lucky enough to be on a post that had them, and met a few women off-post, but never had gotten serious about anyone. He avoided "professional" women and the "dependapotomus" that just wanted a G.I. husband and his benefits. His job had been time-consuming, stressful and he frequently had to deploy with little notice. It didn't help make a stable relationship, so Bert concentrated on his career.

By late afternoon, he had made a decision to at least hear her out. He took a break in the hammock under a shade tree by his barn sipping a cold beer. Then he got cleaned up and grilled a steak and baked potato for dinner.

It was Saturday night and Liz was worried. How did their perfect life gotten so screwed up? Akari had been rescued and seemed physically fine, but she was distant and seemed distracted. She wasn't interested in dominating Liz as she had so joyously done in the past, or even make love. To add to Liz's stress, she was pretty sure she and Akari were pregnant. They had talked about kids since they got married and had planned for it to happen, but both of them at the same time? And without a doubt, Liz knew who the father was; they had made it deliberate choice. He was handsome, smart and honest, but, "Do we tell him? This could be a disaster!" And he was Akari's child's father too. "What do we do now?" Akari didn't answer, just stared out the window. The counselor had cleared Akari to return to work limited duty; no field work! And she met with her counselor twice a week. Liz tried to convince her to stay out on medical leave some more, but Akari was determined to start her new job Monday. Liz figured she might as well return to her task force Monday also.

The next afternoon, Bert was nervously pacing around his house. He'd had several drinks to calm his nerves (it didn't work!). After two years, his mystery slave was going to reveal herself. His driveway alarm chimed and lights appeared in the drive. No limo this time. A tall, attractive blonde with shoulder length hair emerged from the Jupiter Red Mercedes AMG GT Coupe. Fully dressed, unlike her previous appearances, she was wearing a pair of black high heeled, knee high leather boots over snug denim slacks, a white tank top and carrying a picnic basket and small cooler. Bert opened the front door and immediately recognized his visitor. He waited for her on the porch. As she approached, Bert stuck out his hand and said, "Senator Jacobs, pleased to meet you!" She shook his hand and replied, "The pleasure is mine, Mr. Jackson. Please call me Jennifer. What should I call you?"

"Bert will do for now, Jennifer." He replied. He grabbed the cooler and ushered her in. She went to his kitchen table and started laying out dinner; pimento cheese stuffed celery sticks, Waldorf salad, Cubano sandwiches, chorizo pies, Vietnamese summer rolls, Scotch eggs, Cornish pastry, potato salad, lemon bars and banana pudding were laid out. "I couldn't decide what to make, so I did a little of everything. I really love to cook and don't get the opportunity often, so I may have overdone it. I didn't think MacCallan was appropriate for this, so I brought some Red Oak beer. It's made by one of my constituents. Dig in!"

They spent the next half hour quietly nibbling the delicious assortment of food Jennifer brought. As Bert finished his second helping of an excellent banana pudding, Jennifer, nervous about the silence decided she would have to break the ice.

The situation was uncomfortable for Bert. "A Senator!" He had never seen this woman's face or heard her speak, but he had fucked her and tortured her, only thinking about how much pain and degradation he could make her endure. Jennifer on the other hand, seemed perfectly at ease and started the conversation.

"I'm sure you have plenty of questions." Bert didn't know where to start. Seeing his hesitation, Jennifer told him, "My life story will tell you a lot. Then we can fill in any details."

"I'm 34 years old and I'm smart, hard working and energetic. I was the only child born on a tobacco farm in Alamance County, North Carolina. My parents still live there although Dad doesn't farm anymore; he leases the land to a neighbor who's growing hops for the booming craft beer market in North Carolina. After an uneventful childhood, I went to UNC-G to become a registered nurse. After graduating and passing my nursing certification, I worked at Wesley Long Hospital in Greensboro in Cardiac ICU. While there I met Senator Dexter Jacobs when he had a coronary blockage and had to have a bypass. The rest is pretty well known public knowledge. In spite of our 30 year age difference, we fell in love, married and I moved to D.C. It was a bit of a scandal but Dex didn't care. I had Ovarian Cysts and can't have children but we were happy and when he died five years ago I was devastated. Due to being popular with the party and to my charity work and support during campaigns, I was appointed to his seat and my term ends this January. To make the transition easier for my parties chosen successor, I will resign in a few weeks and the Governor will appoint someone chosen by the party as my interim replacement. He will have the "incumbent advantage" in the coming election. After that, I am free of the burden of public service."

"Now, the part of my story that's not public knowledge. I realized in high school that bondage was a turn-on and later that I had a submissive streak. Under Dex's Mastery, I developed my masochism. It's a yin-yang thing; I hate the pain and it terrifies me, but it amplifies my pleasure! And I feel cleansed when it's over. Dexter was my Master with a capital "M" and I loved him dearly and he relished making me suffer, but he loved me also. He's the one that trained me to only come if I'm given permission and he was so pleased with me when I was finally trained to do so. Now I can't orgasm unless given permission but I can when ordered to! He spent an entire weekend sneaking up on me and whispering "Come for me!" in my ear. And I did! At home most of the time I was fed the Soylent in various flavors. I was only allowed real food at parties or social events. I would have happily remained his slave for the rest of my life. The two of you are so much alike. I was devastated when he died and it wasn't until I found you that I realized maybe I could find another Master. For the three years between Dex dying and meeting you, I was unable to orgasm no matter how hard I tried." Bert thought to himself, "Three years unable to come? No wonder she was willing to take a risk on me!"

Bert finally spoke up, "That brings up a question. How did you know my proclivities for hurting beautiful young women?"

"I'm on the Senate Foreign Affairs Committee which oversees our involvement in the U.N. When you were recruited for the task force, a very thorough background investigation was conducted. My assistant, the man you have seen as my chauffeur, knew all about Dex and I and knew how badly I needed a new master. He was the first to see your file and made sure no one else got it before I did. Your visits to that German S&M club, your Korean "housekeeper" at Fort Bragg, and interviews with a few of your previous girlfriends were in there. By the way, all those women think fondly of you and miss you. I removed that information from your files and decided to see if you would "entertain" me on occasion. Your "audition" was a little timid, but that was to be expected when you get home to find a naked woman hogtied in your bed. You have respected my wish to remain anonymous, fucked and whipped me without hesitation and were a both a sadist and gentleman the entire time. And I do think that I love you and hope that you could love me eventually, but that doesn't matter as long as you keep me your slave. I think you would be my perfect Master."

"So where do we go from here?" Bert asked. "I admit I'm intrigued, but there would be a lot of adjustment for both of us and while we are definitely sexually compatible, what about the rest of "life"? I can't very well take a slave girl with me on Task Force business or leave you in a cell while I'm gone. What about you" Can you just disappear from the public view?"

"After I leave office, the public won't pay much attention to my personal life anymore. I think we can work out something that keeps me under your control even while out of town. I lived on a farm and miss the country. I've got a little money and that ridiculous Senate pension would keep us comfortable for the rest of our lives."

Bert admitted to himself that she had worked it out pretty well. She was beautiful, smart, apparently a great cook and loved the abuse he enjoyed inflicting on his partners. "If I agree, what then?"

"After announcing my resignation, I'm going to clean out my office and apartment. I've got some of my clothing and "toys" ready to ship here. Everything else will go to charity. By the end of the month I will be unemployed and homeless. I will return here and I hope to become your slave. If you decline I'll go home to my parent's farm and start looking for another Master."

Bert opened another beer and sat sipping quietly for a few minutes, then made his decision. "On your knees, slut." Jennifer quickly dropped to her knees in front of Bert, clasped her hands behind her back and lowered her head. "If you agree to give yourself to me as a slave, you will be here at 1800 hours Friday night. You will be naked, gagged, blindfolded and chained kneeling outside my front door. I will collar you then. Do you agree?" Jennifer replied, "Yes, Master!"

"Okay, get up! You're a free woman for now."

As Jennifer stood, she leaned over to Bert and kissed him for the first time in their two year relationship. She sat straddling Bert in the chair and he hugged her to him, returning the kiss. As Bert stood up, Jennifer wrapped her legs around his waist and Bert carried her into the bedroom, not ending the kiss until he threw her on the bed. They made love for the first time that night; no bondage, no pain. Bert fucked her, giving her permission to come over and over. Jennifer begged for an ass fucking. Bert complied and she came from that too. Later, Bert and Jennifer snuggled in the bed and went to sleep.

Bert woke up with Jennifer getting dressed at 0500. Before she left, she crawled back onto the bed and gave him a blowjob, letting his come splash onto her face. She wiped it off, licked it from her hand, kissed him goodbye and left.

When Bert got to his office, Liz was already there, but instead of her usual coffee was drinking a disgusting looking green protein drink. "How are you doing? Are you feeling better?" to which Liz just replied "Okay, I guess. I got bored and decided to come back to work."

"How's that DHS agent doing? Is she recovering okay?"

"Akari's doing alright. They've got her in counseling and she got promoted to Field Supervisor, so no more undercover work!"

"How did you two know each other anyway? I never heard you talk about her before we rescued her."

"You know I like to keep my private life to myself. You're the same way! You hardly ever talk about your personal life. You never even said anything about that dinner she fixed you! But, if you must know, we met at FLETC and have kept in touch."

"Well, since you just shared actual personal information, I'll let you know; I have a new girlfriend and she's moving in with me. I'll have to have a cookout once she gets settled and you can meet."

Liz said, "Sounds good! Is it serious?" then though to herself, "Girl friend! Oh, this is going to make having his baby interesting!" Thinking back to last night, Bert replied, "Could be. We really seem to click."

Bert and Liz busied themselves with their work; reviewing ongoing operations, reading intelligence reports and making suggestions to their Director about possible tactics to intercede in human smuggling operations. Thanks to the effectiveness of their recent efforts, the slavers' operations seemed to be on hold. So Bert decided to take a couple of weeks off to let his new relationship with Jennifer get settled. The task force wouldn't need him. He put in the leave request and got it back approved. No surprise, he had only taken a couple of days off in the two years he had worked for the task force and their director had encouraged him to take some leave. He let Liz know he'd be out.

And, like any self-respecting government employee, the rest of the day he used the internet to shop. He found a collar/butt plug combo he liked and had it shipped. He ordered some new restraints and toys that had come out incorporating GPS and Bluetooth. A Bad Dragon Diego, Sleipner and Tako all with a cumtube were ordered along with lube. He included some piercing equipment with stainless steel grommets and a pair of stainless steel piercings that incorporated a ring that fit tightly around the nipple and a barbell through the ring and nipple that also had a loop that hung from the barbell with little bells that could be clipped onto them. A similar one that fit the clitoris was added to the cart also. "Amazing what you can find on Amazon!"

At the end of the day, Bert asked Liz if she wanted to get a beer. She replied that she had given up alcohol for Lent ("In July?"), but thanks anyway. The rest of their work week was pretty similar to Monday, but Bert did notice that Liz's diet of coffee, cheeseburgers and fries had changed to protein shakes, yoghurt and fresh salads and she spent more time in the gym, but avoided weight training. "Well, she does look like she's getting a little belly. Must be trying to get back into shape." She left early on Wednesday, saying she had a doctor's appointment.

Akari had an appointment with her "therapist", Galina Petrov Wednesday afternoon also. When she got to Galina's office, she stripped naked as soon as she entered. Then crawling to Galina's feet, Akari begged for permission to please her. After a few minutes of licking Galina's boots and begging, Akari was allowed to lick her way up Galina's legs to her pussy. Galina spread her legs and let Akari suck and lick and kiss her to orgasm. Then Akari knelt at the slaver's feet and filled her in on DHS's current operations to combat Galina's smuggling operation. Once done, Galina gave her slave permission to service her again. Liz noticed that when Akari got home she was in a better mood. Liz was happy her therapy was helping.

When Bert got home on Thursday, there was a moving van in his drive and three guys were unloading boxes into his shed. After checking in on them, he kept an eye on them until they were done and left. Curious, he opened a couple of boxes labeled "bedroom." One was full of bras, another lingerie and a third a selection of bondage gear. Intrigued now, Bert opened a few more and found leather, harnesses, cuffs, gags and chains. One entire box was filled with gags, blindfolds and hoods. There was a treadmill, stair-step machine and a weight machine. Ten cases of Soylent in various flavors were stacked in the corner. "Well, I guess she's still planning on being here tomorrow!"

By Friday Bert had received most of his purchases; a couple of the dildos from Bad Dragon were on backorder and the expensive collar/butt plug combo, which he paid for next day air, didn't show up until Friday afternoon, causing a lot of anxiety. He waited at work for it to be delivered so he couldn't get home until 1830.


Chapter 6 (added: 2020/01/31)

Susie Evans was riding an ambulance again, but now she was there as a slave to Galina Petrov and her slaver organization. Her partners were a dark handsome man named Jake, who drove the ambulance and another woman, Valerie, usually wearing business or casual attire that picked and subdued their target. When she identified her target, Valerie would try to isolate her, then, either use a drug dropped into their drink, a stun gun feature built into her cell phone or a last resort, an auto injector to inject a disabling drug. Once their victim was down, Valerie would "call" for an ambulance and Susie and Jake would arrive a few minutes later. The target would be placed onto a stretcher and any friends or family would be given the name of a nearby hospital. Then the ambulance and the procurer would disappear. Sometimes, if they were lucky, an attractive target would have an equally attractive relative or friend with them. She would be invited to ride in the ambulance's front seat and as soon as they were belted in and the truck moving, a hidden injector would disable them also. Two for one!

Right now, they were waiting for Valerie's call. Jake was amusing himself by fucking Susie's ass in the back of the ambulance. Thanks to Galina Petrov's little pussy bomb chained into her, vaginal sex was not allowed. Nearly there, he pulled out and spinning her around, plunged nut deep into Susie's throat before pumping a load into her stomach. Thanks to Galina's training, Susie could not come unless given permission. And Jake never gave her permission. Such was the life of a slave girl. But Susie knew if the evening's hunt was successful, she would get to suck off her Mistress who might give her permission to come if she was happy with the night's victims. They worked two types of targets. Valerie would visit bars and clubs, or troll the beach looking for young attractive women that could be drugged and kidnapped or they would be assigned a target. These women were usually someone that had caught the eye of a rich pervert who wanted that particular woman as a slave. Lust, revenge or leverage could be the reason some innocent woman was snatched off the street for a life of pain, bondage and rape.

Valerie's targets tonight were a couple of college girls; one a medium height, short haired brunette with blue eyes and small tits, but otherwise a nice figure. The other was a tall voluptuous redhead with a flowing mane and emerald green eyes. From Indiana, they were sightseeing Annapolis on their weekend before starting school at VCU. They had dinner and quite a few drinks already and had asked the waitress where they could hook up with some of those handsome Naval Academy Cadets. Hearing the conversation, Valerie leaned over from the bar and told the girls that she was meeting her boyfriend, also a Cadet, at a bar nearby in a few minutes and they were welcome to tag along and see if any of his buddies met with their approval. The girls quickly paid off their tab and the redhead chugged the drink in front of her, not realizing Valery had added a potent knock out drug when her back was turned. Unaware of the danger, they followed Valerie out onto the sidewalk and down the street. When the drug took effect, Valerie eased the girl to the sidewalk and got on the phone to Jake. Their passengers were both soon unconscious and restrained and on the way to a Norfolk warehouse to prepare for transport.

Valerie got in her car, an Arctic White Corvette Grand Sport convertible. Being a procurer for a white slavery organization paid well. She headed to Virginia Beach to start her search for the next target.

Bert's Chevy pickup headed up the drive to his house at 1830. If she had followed through, Jennifer will be chained naked, gagged and blindfolded to his front porch. She would have no idea if this was Bert or someone else getting ready to find her. Seeing the Mercedes sitting just inside his barn, Bert's blood stirred and his dick started getting hard.

As he came up the sidewalk to the front door, Bert saw her; blonde, beautiful, bound kneeling in high heeled boots, facing the driveway, with her legs spread wide showing a shaved pussy and wrists secured behind her back to her ankles. A ball gag and leather blindfold were on her head. Jennifer was eager to be Bert's slave. But she had already disobeyed his orders.

Bert removed her gag and blindfold and Jennifer blinked at the bright afternoon sunlight. "How long have you been here?" Bert asked.

"Since three." was her reply. "Why so long?" "I wanted to be sure to beat you home." She'd been kneeling on the rough bricks of his porch for three and a half hours!"

"Well woman, are you willing to accept my collar? To be my slave?"

Her reply was a quiet, "Yes Master."

She lifted her chin to allow Bert to remove the leather collar she wore chaining her to the porch rail, "Very well, I give you this collar as a sign of ownership and love. You are now slave jenny, subject to you Master's whims and desires." Bert pulled out the collar, a 1" wide, shiny black metal choker with a two carat diamond heart dangling from a loop in the front. "Once this is on, it will not come off. There is no key, no hidden screws, no turning back." With a quiet click, it was on.

Slave jenny, started to say "Thank you, Master", but instead said "Tha..aaah!" The collar, not having permission for her to speak, gave her a short, slightly painful shock cutting off her words.

"You may only speak when your Master allows. Do you understand?" Jenny nodded. "A slave does not walk into her Master's house the first time. As property she is carried by her Master." With that, Bert picked her up and carried her into their home.

Bert set jenny down on the floor in front of his chair in the dining room. "Hang on; I've got a pizza in the truck." And Bert ran back outside to bring in their dinner. He ate and fed jenny pizza and sips of his beer until he was full. "We'll go easy on your punishment tonight since it's your first day." Bert removed his cell phone and turned off the collar's "mute" function and released her hands and feet. "You may speak now. Do you know what you're getting punished for?"

"No Master."

"What were your instructions today?"

"To be chained naked...OH! The boots! I'm so sorry master! Please punish me!"

"We'll get to that later. First we need to talk. Here are some rules I've come up with. We'll change and adjust as needed. Bert handed her his list:

i will be known as slave jenny

Master will be addressed as "Master", "Boss" or "Sir" in private and "Sir" or "Boss" in public

i will serve, obey and please my Master.

To receive pleasure i must earn it

my body and mind are the property of my Master.

i will not hesitate when responding to my Master.

i will endure whatever discipline or punishment my Master gives and i will thank my Master for the discipline and punishments I receive. There does not have to be a reason for punishment or discipline, Master's gift of pain is reason enough

my basic attire in the presence of my Master shall consist of high heels. i must always wear revealing and sexy clothing around my Master unless given instructions to do so otherwise

When in the presence of my Master in private, my "place" is on my knees. When with my Master in public, i am his companion and will act accordingly without forgetting my Master is ultimately in charge

The safeword given to me by my Master - Mango, can be spoken at any time, even when i have been told to be silent. If i am not able to verbalize it, humming "The Banana Boat Song" or snapping fingers will be a signal

i must be attentive to the needs of my Master

The plug Master has provided must be inserted in my ass at all times unless I am using the toilet, then it will be inserted in my mouth. Otherwise Master is the only one that may remove it

i shall perform my duties as required

i am not a doormat. If asked my opinion, i will give it honestly.

"Any questions, deletions or additions?"

"No Master. You know I do not need a safe word?"

"Yes, I know, but the safe word stays, just in case. Once your resignation is public knowledge, I will take a couple of weeks off so we can get better acquainted and work out routines and duties. Tomorrow we'll go through your belongings and decide what goes where. Now let me explain your collar.

It's powered by batteries connected to an inertial generator that recharges the batteries as you move. It's controlled by Bluetooth that will be synced to your phone using the "Slave Slut" app we'll download. With my cell phone, I can then control its functions from anywhere in the world. The collar has a shock function, which you already know about. The shocks can get much more severe. If you get too far away from your cell phone, the collar will start shocking you in ever increasing amounts until you get back into range. I can also eavesdrop on you through your cell phone, which will have limited functions while in slave mode. You can call or text me or call 911 with your phone, no one else, but you can receive calls. I can turn off the limit remotely with my phone and your safe word will disable it, so you can make calls to others if you need to. It has video calling, so we can video chat."

Bert pulled out an intimidating butt plug. It was six inches long and tapered from a 2 ½" base to a small rounded tip. It was made of smooth shiny stainless steel and capped with a pink jewel. "You will wear this at all times. It can be removed if you need to use the toilet, at which time it goes in your mouth. Otherwise, I am the only one allowed to remove it."

"Yes Master."

"Now bend forward and I'll put it in for you." Bert lubed the plug and it slid in with little difficulty. Her sphincter closed around the narrow near the base of the plug. She was used to having her ass used and this plug's presence was not uncomfortable, but she was not likely to forget it was there. jenny could feel movement in the plug as she settled back on her heels. "It has a liquid weight inside that will move to remind you of its presence." Bert pulled out his cell phone again, and jenny felt a shock in her ass. "It also has an inertial generator and is Bluetooth controlled and will be synced with your collar and phone." A more pleasing jingle of electricity started tickling her ass and jenny wiggled her hips in pleasure. "I can control the intensity too!"

"What do you think so far? Any ideas? How do you want to proceed?" Bert said.

jenny replied, "i have some plans already in motion. i bought the 400 acre farm that surrounds yours, so we'll have plenty of privacy and i'd like to raise some horses and cattle to keep me occupied while you work. i've brought some cash and put aside some operating funds for the farm and the rest of my money will go into an investment account in your name for our future."

"Okay, it wasn't my intention to keep you chained in a cage twenty-four hours a day, so having the farm to keep you busy is a good idea. How much money do you have anyway? I know that Mercedes isn't cheap! Neither is 400 acres of farmland."

jenny replied, "I brought about $25,000 in cash and after the farm and money to invest in livestock and startup costs, there's about three million left over."

"Three million! Where'd you get that kind of money?"

"Dex's parents worked in the tobacco plant all their lives and when R.J. Reynolds was bought out in the 80's, their employee stock purchases made them one of a dozen instant millionaires. They were simple people and invested the money and it grew. After splitting the money with his two sisters when their parents died, Dex got four million. He managed to grow it some more with conservative, but successful stocks."

Bert thought to himself, "A millionaire slave girl!" To jenny he said, "Leave the money in your name. It's yours. I'm fine living on my pension and task force salary. And I'm not one for frivolous spending."

"Yes, Master."

"Well, it's getting late and we've got a lot to do tomorrow. I think you need your punishment and then to bed!"

"YES, Master!" was the reply as Bert picked her up and carried her to the bedroom.

jenny removed her boots. "Face down on the bed on your knees, clasp your hands behind your head. You'll have a bit more of a challenge receiving your punishments now since you won't always be restrained. If you take your punishment well, it will be over quickly. If you struggle, I'll have to chain you and it will be long and painful!"

Bert took a slim bamboo cane and sliced jenny across the ass. She screamed as the impact hit her butt plug and it shocked her ass in addition to the painful stripe inflicted on her ass cheeks, but she didn't move. "As you can see, the plug has some other functions! Now count the strokes and thank me after each!"

"Thank you Master!"

Ten strokes later, with jenny tearfully thanking him for each one, Bert reached over and massaged her sore cheeks. "Take care of anything you need to do in the bathroom and get your ass into bed!"

"Yes, Sir!" was her reply. Bert relieved himself and was waiting for her in the bedroom with a pair of soft leather wrist cuffs.

"Okay slave girl, on the bed face down! Reach back and grab your ankles!" This put jenny in an arch backward. "I'm going to face fuck you and when I get all the way in, I'll hold it. Every minute equals an orgasm earned. Any time you release your ankles, you lose an orgasm and earn ten with the cane on your breasts."

Bert proceeded to sink all the way into jenny's throat and held himself there. At the end of a minute he withdrew and stroked slowly in and out. The next time he kept still in her throat until the two minute mark. jenny was struggling and Bert stroked a few more times then repeated the two minute deep throat. Her tongue caressed the underside of his dick and snaked out to lick his balls the whole time. During the third cycle, jenny was struggling to maintain him and as her throat started to spasm, one hand slipped off its ankle, earning a penalty. Near two minutes, her body screaming to eject the intruder, Bert came.

"Good girl! Five minutes, but you lost one and earned ten with the cane. Just hold that position and we'll take care of those strokes right now!

Bert planted the cane squarely over her nipples ten times; earning a scream and tears from each. jenny was expecting the strokes to end at ten, but as he swung the eleventh time, he yelled, "Come for me slave!" and the burning stoke went straight to her pussy and jenny rocked in ecstasy.

After she recovered, he cuffed her wrists behind her back and with strong arms snuggling her against his body, they drifted off to sleep.

Liz and Akari were in bed also. Akari had visited her "therapist" again today and was in a good mood. She had been rewarded for her betrayal of DHS and had come twice. But Liz's hormones were raging from the pregnancy and she badly needed to come. She tried to go down on Akari like the good little "slave girl" she enjoyed playing to the tiny Japanese woman, but Akari pulled her back up, saying "Not now. I'm just not ready." Liz, frustrated by her wife's refusal to be intimate, said, "Well what about me? I'm horny enough to fuck a man! When do I get satisfied?"

To her surprise, her up to now dominant partner Akari, smiled at her and slipping under the sheet, said, "How about now Mistress?" and proceeded to lick, nibble and suck Liz to orgasm half the night. Liz couldn't believe her stamina and was a glob of goo by the time Akari quit. Wrapping her arms around her small lover, Liz was instantly asleep.

Susie was also in bed. She was tied spread eagle face down in a 69 over the redhead they had captured earlier and was eating her out furiously as Jake whipped her ass. She was dripping fluid into the poor girl's face by the time Jake had given her fifty strokes with the cat. The redhead, never having been attracted to women, was struggling to stop Susie's fluids from entering her ring gagged mouth, but the chrome ring was not giving in. Susie's expert tongue work was also getting to her and she was blushing from the sexual excitement building in her. By the time Jake had finished and was fucking Susie's ass in front of her face, she was about to come and Susie timed her orgasm to coincide with Jake pulling out just as he came, spilling across her ass and dripping into the redhead's mouth.

Her friend was in the next room. Lying tied face down over a short table, she was getting fucked mouth and cunt by two of Galina's assistants. The man in her pussy was swinging a short cat onto her ass, causing her muscles to tighten as he fucked her. A ring gag prevented her from objecting to the man face fucking her. Her retching as he stroked deep into her throat suggested that she was not accomplished with deep throating a man. It didn't matter, she would be an expert soon.


Chapter 7

Bert and jenny slept soundly through the night. Akari and Liz did too. Susie was given a double dildo gag and once it was all the way into her redheaded friend's pussy, was allowed to sleep. The two captive women, exhausted from the kidnapping and rape, fell into sleep too, but not as restfully as everyone else.

The next morning, Bert released jenny's cuffs and after putting on her high heeled boots, she fixed him coffee and a bagel for breakfast. She drank a bottle of "Bland" Soylent kneeling at his feet. Bert tasted it and while it wasn't unpleasant, it wasn't a delight for the taste buds either. Once done, they dug into getting her settled in. The exercise equipment was set up in a shed. There was power but no heat or A/C; that would do for now. Bert was going to draw up plans for an addition to the house incorporating a fitness room/dungeon. Her bondage equipment was sorted and one of Bert's extra bedrooms was used for storing it. A few high heeled shoes and boots Bert found acceptable were set in space he had set aside in his closet. By the time they had finished lunch; Bert a grilled ham and cheese, jenny another bottle of bland Soylent, they started sorting her clothes. Having been a Senator, she did not have a lot of revealing, kinky clothes. Most of her panties and bras were boxed and put in the shed; she would have few occasions to wear either. A few casual outfits and "dress" clothes shared Bert's closet. Plans were made to do some shopping for some work clothes for the farm and slut wear for around the house. Bert took measurements to order some custom leather goods and bondage furniture too.

As they worked, the two talked, getting to know each other. They both felt really comfortable together. Bert decided jenny would continue the Soylent for breakfast and lunch. Her dinner would depend on his choice when he was home, but would be Soylent when he was gone. jenny informed him they would need a trip to the grocery store; his pantry and fridge was not very well stocked for her to provide delicious and nutritious meals for him. She had lost one Master to heart disease; she was going to do her best to feed this one a healthy diet! All afternoon she answered his instructions with "Yes, Boss!" Bert was pretty sure he was in love. jenny already knew she was.

Liz and Akari spent the afternoon shopping for a new house. Their current two bedroom condo was going to be too small soon. The cost of a four bedroom home with a full basement (for a dungeon) was intimidating. Where they lived was convenient to their offices, but a longer drive got them a lot more room. Liz was surprised when Akari showed her the perfect home recommended by her therapist, four bedrooms, four baths, owner financing at a low rate, not too far from work, big yard and the price was amazing. Liz didn't know it was owned by Galina Petrov and wired with surveillance equipment. They accepted the asking price and wrote the realtor a deposit check. They celebrated by eating out at a popular farm to table restaurant, having a healthy salad, grilled chicken and splurging by splitting an ice cream sundae. Liz horrified the waiter by insisting he put green olives on her half.

Susie and Jake were on their way to Virginia Beach to meet up with Valerie and her newest target. They had a quota for the weekend and would have to work hard to meet it. Galina had promised a shipment of 20 women to a bordello in Belize in two weeks and they still needed eight women. Fortunately, the bordello owner was not too picky; if she was from "El Norte", had a pussy, ass and mouth, he could work them. But they couldn't take too many girls from the same area. Women disappeared all the time; eight disappearing from the same area in a week would raise flags. So after targeting a couple of girls enjoying the beach, she'd move inland and hit a few bars in Richmond, then back to Nags Head, then Raleigh. She had a target in Durham that was a special order to check on also and it was almost time to take her. They should be able to meet their requirements by the weekend. Jake and Susie would be kept busy taking captives back to Norfolk for the next few days. The bench seat in their ambulance had been modified and instead of medical equipment, it could now hold two bound and gagged women.

jenny fixed them a couple of grilled pork chops with baked potato which Bert fed her as she kneeled at his feet, they spent the evening watching a baseball game from that afternoon that Bert had recorded. jenny had bet "her ass" on the Senators, but they went down by three runs to Atlanta. She removed her butt plug and inserted in her mouth, then Bert secured her wrists to a ring at the back of her collar and she fucked herself in the ass on Bert's dick. He just sat in his easy chair while jenny did all the work. Once he came, he pulled the plug from her mouth and reinserting it in her ass said, "Let's go to bed. I'm tired and we've still got lots to do tomorrow!" After a light over the knee spanking "just for fun", they snuggled in bed and Bert fell asleep. jenny had more trouble getting to sleep; she had not been given permission to come and between the ass fuck and the spanking, she was quite excited and her body wanted to hump Bert's leg. But, unable to do anything about her excitement, she finally dozed off too.

The next the morning Bert showed jenny the surveillance system in the house and barn. Using his or her phone, they could switch between cameras and using software in the system, it would follow her around the house and farm. In the afternoon Bert needed to program the GPS limits on jenny's phone. They could use the trip to check over the land jenny bought and plan repairs and improvements. Since they'd be at the edges of the farm and visible from the road, jenny couldn't ride naked, so he took a pair of her expensive designer jeans and made "Daisy Duke's" out of them, showing off her ass cheeks. One of her tank tops was cut off, so it ended just below her breasts. If the Gator bounced too hard, her tits would flop right out and the butt plug wiggled in her ass. Bert delighted in hitting every pot hole he could in the Gator as he set the perimeter limits on her collar by driving completely around their land. Once set, if jenny left the farm without permission, the phone would give a series of ever increasing shocks to her throat and ass as well as informing Bert via text message.

Once that was done, leaving jenny in her shorts, tank top and heels, they rode into town to the grocery store. Bert didn't turn off jenny's GPS until they had left the driveway and jenny was jolted by the powerful shocks. "Looks like it works!" was all Bert said with a laugh.

jenny was petrified walking around the grocery store in those shorts and tank top and wearing high heeled shoes. She had put her hair in braids and was wearing Bert's Atlanta Braves ball cap, so it was unlikely anyone would recognize her as the Senator from North Carolina, but the cashier looked down her nose when they checked out and when they left, jenny told Bert, "She thinks I'm a stripper doesn't she?"

"Yep." He said with a grin, slapping her ass as they loaded the groceries in the back seat of his pickup. "I quite enjoyed that! I think some dangly ear rings and we're going to have to get you something more appropriate for driving to town and shopping since this is going to be how you dress while shopping from now on. How about a fifteen year old Civic? That would be appropriate for a stripper." jenny blushed, hoping he wasn't serious. Bert decided that this was going to fun. Once home Bert gave jenny a red ass with the crop then got a blowjob after dinner and after a little TV, went quickly to sleep.

Bert decided Monday morning that it was time to get the piercings out of the way. jenny had not been told of his plans, so after gagging jenny with an o-ring gag, Bert tied her face up on the table with her head hanging off the end. Then he pulled her legs out to the side over the edge. Her feet were tied to the table legs on the opposite side, stretching her thighs apart. Her wrists were cuffed together and her arms were pulled over her head and clipped to the back of her collar. A rope tied to her braided hair and then to the table legs on the opposite end of the table pulled her neck taut.

Bert laid out the needles, antiseptic, grommets and studs. jenny already had pierced ears, but he added an orbital piercing and inserted a ¾" ring. The septum was easier than he expected and a small grommet was inserted. With no ring inserted, the hole wasn't even noticeable. The grommets Bert had picked were stainless steel and the two halves screwed together. Bert used a thread locker to keep them from unscrewing easily.

Next was her tongue. Bert opted for another grommet instead of a stud. He was more interested in restraint than enhancing her blowjobs, but a stud or ring could be easily added. jenny's nipples were a little tricky. The small ring went tightly around the nipple, then the piercing went through followed by the barbell with the loop slipped on and, with more thread locker, the end screwed on. The little bells were clipped on and could be removed. Bert was a little nervous about the naval piercing, but it went without a hitch. He had opted for a stud ending in a dangling loop with a gold heart. As with all the piercings that Bert used, the metal was strong enough that they could be used for restraint.

Bert moved to jenny's pussy. Six grommets on each pussy lip, then another piercing through her clit hood. The little bell would dangle just over her clit, tickling it as she moved. Bert finished up by spraying all the piercings with antiseptic spray. He left her there for a while to recover, and then face fucked her before releasing her. jenny talked with a lisp for a while, but soon got used to the piercings. The nipple ring kept her nipples erect and clothing tickled them, causing her to stay excited. The clit piercing was maddening at first, but the effect soon subsided to constant arousal. It would be a while before any of the piercings would be usable for anything Bert considered "fun".

Bert sent jenny out into the back yard to get a tan while he went into town for "an errand". When he returned a couple of hours later, he was towing a faded red 1996 Nissan Sentra on the trailer. It was battered and the driver's door was white, but it ran well and was safe to drive. jenny had her "go to town" car but was not thrilled and exclaimed "I'm not driving that piece of crap!" Bert reached up and grabbed her by the hair and dragged her bent over into the barn.

Jenny was soon standing spread eagle in the barn. Bert went back to the house and returned with a bull whip. Knowing she had royally screwed up, she started apologizing profusely but Bert activated the mute on her collar and she shut up out of self preservation. As he walked behind her unfurling the whip, he told her, "Bullwhips take a lot of skill. It's very easy to cause permanent damage, but used properly, they can be quite painful without too much damage. I'm turning off your mute; you may need to scream a little."

jenny started to apologize as soon as the mute would let her but the first strike from the whip interrupted her, "I'm sorry Master! Please forg..." was quickly turned to a scream of pain as the whip wrapped around her chest and the tip bit her armpit. "Damn! Missed! I was trying for the nipple. I'll have another go at it."

Bert worked the bull whip up and down jenny's torso, leaving purple marks that would be bruises for a couple of weeks. After the fifth strike she pissed herself. When she had become too exhausted to scream, he stopped and let her down. Bert carried the limp woman into the house and filled the hot tub, cuddling her while letting jenny soak. He then laid her on the bed, turned the mute on and chained her collar to the headboard. Her wrists were cuffed in front and he left her to there to sleep.

Bert pulled the Mercedes into the garage. He hooked up a trickle charger and fitted a cover over it. It was too expensive for him to feel comfortable driving and jenny would have to earn the privilege. They would save it for special occasions.

Bert spent the afternoon finalizing the plans for the addition and called an Army buddy that did construction to get started. They would start the next week. He looked in on jenny several times to find her sleeping, but around 1600 she was awake, curled into a ball, quietly weeping.

Bert turned off the mute and slipped into the bed behind her. Wrapping his arms around her he comforted her until she could speak. "I'm so sorry Master. We were doing so well and then this rich, entitled bitch just jumped out and ruined everything!" Bert comforted her and said, "It's okay. We both have some adjustment to make and you just made a mistake. It's nothing that can't be left in the past."

Jenny replied, "i'm so horny right now, i can barely stand it!"

"Well, you're just going to have to suffer for now. Maybe if you behave the rest of the week you'll get to come Saturday. And you still have a punishment due. You never thanked me for the whipping."

"Oh! i'm such a terrible slave! Thank you Master, you make this slave girl grateful for such a wonderful life."

Bert unclipped her collar and said, "You can thank me properly with your mouth and then fix dinner. I think dog spunk Soylent is on the menu for you tonight." She replied, "Yes Master" and went to work on his dick. After stroking him in and out of her throat; getting Bert close to coming, jenny managed to make herself hold him in her throat, nose to his belly for almost a minute without being forced. Bert came when he realized she was voluntarily suffocating herself on his cock as he came.

Before bed that night, Bert programmed jenny's butt plug to give random shocks during the night. Instead of sleeping in their bed, she slept on the floor at the foot of the bed; her collar chained by a short chain to the bedpost, hands cuffed to her collar. Before Bert put her collar on mute, jenny put her forehead to the floor and said "Thank you Master."

The next morning Bert had jenny raise her ass, kneeling face down on the floor, still chained by the neck to the bedpost. After turning off the shocks, he pulled the plug from her ass and put it into her mouth, then satisfied himself with a morning ass fuck. After replacing the butt plug, she was released from the bed and allowed to clean him off.

This was the first morning of her exercise routine and Bert decided to join jenny in her run, staying behind her as she ran naked except for the running shoes he put on her and the mute still on. He enjoyed the view of her ass moving back and forth, bouncing up and down.

After their run they had breakfast; Bert had coffee and cereal and jenny had dog spunk Soylent. She was still under punishment. Bert gave jenny her daily exercise routine; he wanted his slave to keep in shape! He had cut the nipples out of a couple of her exercise bras and she was allowed to wear the bra, a tank top and skimpy shorts that were one size too small while running. She would do yoga and weight training in the nude. She was to follow an Army PT schedule. Running on Monday, Wednesday and Friday, strength and flexibility on Tuesday, Thursday and Saturday. Another dildo was added to her exercise machine so she had to lift weights with a ten inch Bad Dragon Tako inserted. Together they established fitness goals for her to meet. Her fitbit would report her progress to a program on her phone and if she was slow during her run, shocks in her ass would remind her of her goals. She had a fitness routine already laid out for the weight machines and did yoga before weights but the fitbit would monitor and new goals for improvement would be set. Twice a day she was to either fuck or suck an eight inch dildo one hundred times. She was to sunbathe nude a couple of afternoons a week to maintain an overall tan.

To continue her punishment, jenny was dressed in her shorts and tank top and they went to Wal-Mart shopping for some more clothes for jenny to do her shopping in; adding a couple of spandex miniskirts and a couple of pair of skin tight shorts, some tank tops that were too small and hugged her body so tight you could see the outline of her nipple rings. A pair of cheap plastic heels from the Rack Room finished off the outfit. Bert also found some more "around the house" heels he liked and bought those for her too.

They drove to a D.C. adult shop and picked up some lingerie, leather and party wear. jenny was flushed red with embarrassment going into an adult store dressed like a stripper and got even more embarrassed when Bert made her model some outfits for him in the store, but said nothing; her collar maintained her mute the whole time and at least they did have a dressing room for her to change in!

When they had returned home, there were a couple of packages on the porch. jenny carried their purchases and the packages into the house.


Chapter 8 (added: 2020/06/03)

Bert and jenny spent the next few days getting settled. Bert had been born in a mill town in Pennsylvania. With the mills closed and no future, the Army had been an escape with decent pay and a chance to travel. After his time at Harmony Church School for Boys and then Airborne School, Bert had excelled as an infantry soldier. He invaded Iraq twice with the 82nd Airborne, spent time in Italy, Korea, Alaska, Germany and many years at Fort Bragg with the 82nd. After retirement he kept in shape and although he didn't enjoy the paperwork part of his job, thought that what they did was important. And to be honest, he did a lot of paperwork in the Army.

Saturday afternoon he told jenny that it was time to finish her punishment. Dressed in her high heels and blindfolded, she was suspended spread eagle in the barn. Bert inserted a vibrator in her and used a large binder clip to seal her pussy shut. She cried out in pain from the still sore piercings in her labia, but shut up quickly when the mute function of her collar shocked her ass and pussy. The vibrator started to excite her.

"The mute function will remain on, so no thanks will be expected until your punishment is over. Understood?" jenny nodded. Bert picked out a cat with long, heavy tails and started on her. From shoulders to knees, front and back, jenny was soon bright red. She started to scream several times, choking it off when the shocks came. She was limp by the time Bert was done and he turned off the collar's mute.

"Thank you Master." came out weakly as Bert slowly let her down, catching her before she collapsed to the floor. Bert carried jenny into the house and cuddled with her on the couch, letting her have sips of a mint Soylent until she recovered. Mute back on, Bert instructed her to cook dinner; salad, two ribeyes and baked potatoes. He opened a bottle of Chateau Morrisette Merlot to have with dinner and sipped a beer while watching jenny cooking the meal. She was allowed to eat with him at the table and then snuggle on the couch as they watched a movie on Netflix that she picked. Bert would have preferred a war movie or ball game, but "Nights in Rodanthe" was her reward. jenny did have some trouble concentrating on the movie; between the whipping, the vibrator and a week of sexual tension, her only thought was how to beg Bert to give her a release.

When Bert finally announced it was time for bed, she kneeled beside the bed, waiting for instructions. Bert said, "So you think you should get a reward now?" jenny replied, "No, Master. slave jenny doesn't deserve a reward, but slave jenny would like to beg for permission to come!"

"Stand up! Remove your boots, stand on tiptoe, legs spread with your hands behind your head." jenny quickly complied. Bert removed the binder clip and vibrator and pulled a cane from the bedside stand. "On the fifth stroke, you may come. Understand?" "Yes, Master!" Bert swung the cane upward between jenny's legs. On the fifth stroke, he commanded "Come!" jenny collapsed on the floor; a week of stimulation causing her chain of orgasms to resemble a seizure. Eyes rolled back in her head, limbs quaking. When Bert saw her start to relax, he commanded her to come again, striking her across the breasts and starting her to shake and moan loudly again. He repeated the command twice more before she became too limp to respond. Wrapping his body around hers in the bed, Bert went to sleep.

Bert woke up with a mouth on his dick. jenny slowly licked and sucked until he was hard and then impaled her face on Bert. She face fucked herself, taking Bert down her throat until he gave her his sperm. As he came, she backed off, letting it cover her tongue, then after swishing it around her mouth, swallowed.

Bert rolled out of bed and smacking her on the still sore ass, said "Come on, you need a shower!"

After enjoying a long hot shower and an even hotter ass fuck where jenny was again allowed to come, she cooked Bert scrambled eggs, biscuits and sausage gravy, her version of the good 'ol Army S-O-S and to Bert, a much tastier version! After cleaning the kitchen and bedroom, they spent the rest of the day watching baseball. That evening, Bert grilled a couple of hamburgers which they ate with some homemade French fries jenny cooked. Bert let jenny eat at the table and have a beer with her burger. After watching TV, they cuddled in bed and slept soundly.

Bert awoke to an empty bed. jenny had left on her morning run and let him sleep. As he was getting dressed he heard a banging on the front door. Holding his 1911 pistol behind his back, he opened the door to find First Sergeant Orlando Davis (retired). Both men had served in the 82nd and Orlando now ran a construction crew in Northern Virginia. Men behind him were unloading a backhoe and a delivery truck with concrete blocks and brick was unloading them by the barn. Another truck was waiting to unload lumber.

"Shit, First Sergeant! You almost got shot!"

"Fuck you Sergeant Major! You couldn't shoot for shit when you were in the 82nd and I know your retired old ass couldn't hit anything now!"

The two men shook hands and hugged and Orlando explained that they would have his addition built by Friday.

"How is a broke down old man like you going to accomplish that? When I added electricity to the barn it took damn near a month just to get a permit!?

"Do you remember Sergeant First Class Taylor from "B" Company, 20th Engineers? His brother-in-law is the building inspector here. I've already got the permits and he'll be by twice a day to approve the work. All my subcontractors are veterans and we get the job done. They only thing you may have to worry about is Sergeant Evans, the one you Article 15'd for the sheep in Headquarters building? He's your electrician. I'd be careful when I flip on the light switches the first time."

Bert laughed and told Orlando that his crew could make themselves at home. Then he got a cup of coffee from the pot jenny had started before leaving for her run. Looking at the time, he realized she should be back by now, so he headed out to find her. jenny was hiding in the bushes behind the barn. Not realizing they would have company this morning, she left for her run naked and now was stuck there, unable to get back to the house!

Laughing at her predicament, Bert brought her a pair of the skin tight running shorts and tank top. "I might as well be naked for all this hides!" was her reply. Bert laughed again and said, "Well they'll be here all week and you can wear that outfit the whole time! Except for your sunbathing time. You can wear that micro bikini then. Just don't distract the workers!" jenny's face flushed red at the idea.

Bert then dragged jenny over to Orlando and said, "Orlando, I'd like you to meet jenny, my fiancé." Orlando laughed at the shocked look on jenny's face and congratulated them, telling jenny, "What do you see in that tired old warhorse? I have a much bigger dick!" jenny flushed red and hid her face. Bert pushed Orlando away and told him "Get back to work asshole!" Jenny looked up at Bert and said, "Fiancé?" Bert replied, "Well, I think you ought to make an honest man out of me after taking advantage of me the last couple of years!" jenny just slapped his shoulder and said quietly, "yes, Master. i will marry you. I look forward to saying "obey" as part of my vows!" She left to clean the kitchen after Bert told her they'd take a trip into town for a suitable ring.

There was not a lot of privacy for "activities" that week, but Bert kept jenny busy settling into her routine and taking drinks and snacks to the guys while he caught up with his email. There were some alerts of some missing women from the beaches in Virginia and North Carolina. It looked like the slavery operation was running again. They also had an FBI team watching a woman in Durham that they thought had been targeted for kidnapping. They hoped to catch their elusive woman kidnapper there. He arranged for some fences to be installed on their new land suitable for horses and cattle and cleaned up the barn so they could use it for a stable. He looked at his old Ford 8N tractor and decided to check out something newer at the John Deere dealer in Warrenton. They would need a new barn for feed and hay too. He talked to Orlando about that. They'd start on it in a few weeks.

Bert and jenny took a ride to Warrenton. jenny got to dress like a farm girl instead of a stripper for the trip. She knew more about tractors than Bert and they settled on a used John Deere 4wd 5075E with a cab and loader. It was big enough to do anything they wanted with ease. The dealer had some good used hay equipment also and jenny also bought a no-till seeder and liquid fertilizer sprayer.

For their cattle to be profitable, they would need to bale their own hay. Horses eat a lot of hay too. The dealer, ecstatic in the cash sale, threw in delivery and a pair of John Deere hats. jenny's was pink and she wore it home.

True to his word, the foundation for the addition and concrete floor was done that first afternoon. The next day block and brick walls and a roof were up and the electrician started wiring. A sink and shower were plumbed in one corner also. A heavy steel door and windows with shatter-proof glass were delivered and installed. The door contained a Bluetooth enabled lock that could be operated by their cell phones. By Friday morning, a stone pattern Luxury Vinyl Floor was installed, the block walls were painted a light gray and LED lighting was on. Bert was ready to move in.

After the crews left, jenny's exercise equipment was set up in one corner. Bert had ordered a dog kennel made of strong steel and it was bolted down in another. It had hinged collars on top and at one end so jenny could be secured with just her head exposed. It was also a tight fit; jenny would be cramped in it. Bert put up some shelves and a cabinet to store their bondage and punishment toys. The adjustable St. Andrews cross, stocks and horse with a Sybian attachment Bert had special ordered would be installed next week.

Monday, Bert was up early and got ready for work. Before he left he put a vibrator in jenny and sealed her pussy with a fine metal cable. It locked at the top to her clit ring; putting a little pressure on her clit and jenny knew it was going to be an interesting day. After she saw Bert off and started her first week of slavery jenny had a run and shower, she cleaned the house and started looking online for auctions to purchase some horses and cattle. A man in Johnston County, North Carolina had some nice looking Black Angus stock, and there was an auction in Winchester in a couple of weeks; she'd have to get Bert's permission to go and sent him a text. When he replied, she got a shock in her pussy when the text came in. "Bert forgot to tell me about that feature!"

A few minutes later she got another text reminding her to start working on wedding plans. jenny hoped he wasn't going to text her all day. Those shocks were quite painful! Later in the day her vibrator started a subdued buzz, getting her wet and making it hard to concentrate. Bert continued to send what jenny considered unimportant texts to her all afternoon. The man was truly a sadist!

Bert invited Liz and her partner to dinner Saturday, giving her the address. He'd grill some steaks, shrimp and vegetables. She said they'd be there and added a cryptic, "We've got something to tell you and that would be a good time!" She wouldn't elaborate, so Bert figured he'd find out Saturday. He sent a text to jenny to let her plan on a trip to the supermarket later in the week. When she looked at the text, thinking, "He could have waited until he got home to tell me that!" She got another shock and a text saying, "I heard that!"

By Saturday, jenny had settled into her new life. She had a new sense of purpose taking care of Bert and comfort in knowing he cared for her.

Middleburg, Virginia has a real butcher shop selling beef from local herds. On Friday jenny had four nicely marbled twelve ounce ribeyes cut, picked up some fresh shrimp, asparagus, radishes and carrots from the grocery and restocked Bert's beer.

Saturday afternoon as jenny prepped for dinner, Bert heard the driveway alarm and stepped out to welcome Liz and her "partner". Her Charger eased to a stop and Liz and Akari Hata stepped out of the car. Bert thought he was going to have a heart attack seeing the two women together. His brain started spinning; he had screwed his partner's wife! Just then, jenny, given "free" status for the evening, dressed for company in a pair of snug jeans, tank top and her favorite black high heeled boots, came to the door and with a smile said, "Liz! It's good to meet you! Bert has told me what a great co-worker you are! And this must be your wife! Pleased to meet you, I'm jenny!"

Looking over at Bert, jenny said, "Bert! What's wrong with you? You're pale! Are you okay?" Bert started to speak, but was too shocked to do anything more than hold the door while jenny took their guests into the house.

Liz introduced herself and Akari to jenny, adding that Bert already knew Akari, but didn't know the two were married. Telling Bert to sit down, Liz said, "Before we eat, Akari and I have something Bert needs to know. This was our own decision, and we don't expect your help or money, but you're welcome to be as involved as you wish."

jenny, a perceptive woman, thought she knew what they were about to say, "You're pregnant! That's so great! Bert's going to be a father! Bert never told me you two had hooked up!" as she gave Liz a hug. Bert still sat there stunned, with no idea of what to say.

Liz said, "We're both pregnant. Bert is having two children."

jenny turned to Bert and punched him in the arm, "You cad! Banging a married couple! You'll have to tell me this story later!"

Bert finally found his voice and said, "Um, Akari I can see, but you? Are you sure? I'm the father?"

Liz replied, "Akari had not been fucked in the pussy by a man since we got married three years ago. And she saved one of your loads and put it in me. We both knew the possibility when Akari ambushed you that night and we both got lucky the first time. Congratulations! Daddy, It's sorta twins."

jenny was thrilled. Unable to have children of her own, she was already looking forward to being a "step-mom" to the kids. Bert was uncertain. Having children wasn't something he'd really thought of, but being a dad appealed to him. Thinking to himself while jenny got due dates and other details from Liz and Akari, he'd made a decision and announced to the room, "I want to be a father. Let's do this." Turning to jenny, he said, "If it's okay with you."

She screamed and jumped into Bert's lap, giving him a long kiss. "I think it's wonderful!" Turning to Liz and Akari, she said, "Is it okay if I'm involved? I so want to help with the babies!" and she squeal again and gave Bert another big kiss.

Bert said, "Well, I guess we're having babies!" and hugged jenny back.

jenny went back to preparing the vegetables; they would be roasted in olive oil, cracked pepper and sea salt in the oven, and Akari followed her into the kitchen to help. Bert started the steaks on the grill. Liz came out, bringing him a beer and they talked about babies and work. Bert was a little embarrassed about how Liz had gotten pregnant and she reminded him he would soon have to find a new partner until after the babies were born and she could come back. Akari would be able to work through most of her pregnancy; she had an office job now.

"How's she doing?" Bert asked of Akari.

"She's okay. She won't tell me what happened to her; whatever it was took the dominatrix right out of her and I do miss that, but the therapy seems to help and she's always in a better mood after the sessions, but she's a little withdrawn and seems to have really thrown herself back into her work. She's more interested in my work now too."

"I'm, uh, sorry for that night. I wouldn't have done her if I knew she was your wife."

"That's okay. We kept our marriage a secret for a reason, and she did want to reward you properly for saving her. If you had known, it would have messed up the plans we had and Akari really did want to reward you and she did enjoy the sex that night. So what's the deal with Jenny? She seems like a nice lady. And vaguely familiar. How'd you hook up?"

"She stalked me until I gave in. She's really special, used to work for the government. That's probably where you recognize her from. We're getting married."

Liz punched him in the arm, congratulated him and then went inside to get a bottle of water. She sure did miss beer!


Chapter 9 (added: 2020/06/03)

Dinner was good and the four sat around and played Parcheesi and talked about the kids and the wedding. Liz and Akari left early, needing their sleep.

After Liz and Akari left, Bert told jenny that he'd been too distracted all week to remember if she needed punishment. She replied. "Well, I'm, sure I did something that at least deserves a spanking!"

"You ARE dressed in my presence and sitting on furniture."

"OH! Sorry Master!" jenny hopped off the couch and stripped quickly, putting her boots back on. Then she kneeled at Bert's feet with her hands behind her head. Bert reached out and played with her nipple piercings, tugging and pinching while pulling out his cell phone with the other. Jenny closed her eyes and moaned. Her butt plug gave her a little shock and the vibrator started. "You are now muted." jenny nodded.

"Let's go see what we can find interesting in the new dungeon! You will crawl slave." Bert stood and walked to the dungeon, unlocking the door with his phone and closed it after jenny crawled inside, kneeling on a spot marked on the floor. Spotlights came on, illuminating jenny for four sides and blinding her.

Bert stripped and walked up to jenny, his dick in her face. "You have six minutes to get me off with your mouth. Fail and you'll spend the night in the kennel. If you succeed, you get an orgasm and to sleep in my bed." He started a timer on his phone.

jenny went down on Bert's dick immediately. Sliding it in and out, swirling the underside with her tongue to get him close. She had sucked his dick enough to know the secret; deep throating him to the point of choking and letting him see her get faint from lack of air would get Bert off. It took a lot of concentration, but the reward, an orgasm, was worth it to jenny. Holding him down her throat for nearly two minutes, Bert shot his load down her throat just after the alarm beeped.

"Looks like a night in the kennel."

jenny almost complained but remembered the collar. She thought she'd get a nice fuck, get to come and sleep in the bed! But Bert locked her into the kennel, turned off the lights and went to bed. Her butt plug started tickling her insides with mild shocks.

During the night, the lights came on and Bert unlocked the kennel. "Crawl to bed." He missed having jenny sleeping with him. After she removed her boots, Bert secured her hands behind her back and snuggled together, they went to sleep.

Sunday morning Bert woke up to a warm mouth on his dick. After jenny got him off, they showered and jenny fixed a Denver Omelet for Bert. She had Soylent; Dog Spunk since she was still being punished. They spent an uneventful afternoon getting the dungeon arranged and watching a ball game. Bert got a call from Liz just after his dinner.

"They've struck again! That girl in Durham we've been watching? She got snatched. They knew we were watching her too! The team following her had their van disabled and by the time another team got to her house, she was gone. There's nothing we can do about it tonight, but you might want to pack for a trip when you come in tomorrow."

"Okay, see you in the morning." Bert packed for at least a week and set his bag by the door. After that, Bert wasn't in the mood to punish jenny that night, so she slept with him again with her hands secured behind her back. He was really getting used to having a bed warmer.

Monday morning Bert removed jenny's mute and deactivated the GPS barrier. She had business to take care of this week and Bert didn't even know if he'd be somewhere with cell service. She was given permission to dress appropriately for her errands; stripper slut for the grocery and Wal-Mart, hot farmer for the cattle auction and farm business. Naked with heels at home and her "exercise" outfits for running. jenny had not been given permission to take off her heels while lifting weights or yoga, so that was presenting a new challenge.

jenny drove Bert to work so she'd have the truck to drive and stopped at a fetish store to get a surprise for when Bert came home.

Bert and Liz caught a plane to North Carolina and drove their rental car to Durham to meet up with the surveillance team.

A tall, handsome FBI agent named Jason Davis told them, "She was targeted by someone wealthy; we've not been able to find out who. And they were slick. She was picked up by ambulance and if we didn't already have information that she was going to be snatched, no one would even know she was missing for a couple of weeks. She's probably already at her destination. They get their special requests to the purchaser as fast as they can."

His partner Mike Whitley, a short fireplug of a man with a scar diagonally across his face, said "Unless they wanted modifications. This group has a surgeon that does plastic surgery, breast enhancements and fetish modifications as their customers wish, but we think they want her untouched."

They showed Bert and Liz surveillance photos from the apartment complex showing the ambulance arriving and a short, stocky blonde Bert recognized. Her partner kept his hat on and head down.

Bert said, "We know her. Susie Evans. Supposedly kidnapped some time ago and resurfaced as a helper for the kidnappers. Look at the time stamp. They arrived on scene fifteen seconds before the 9-1-1 call! Have you looked at private flights leaving from the local airports? If she was going off shore that would be the best way to get her out of here quick."

"No luck. We tracked down every flight within fifty miles. All checked out."

"So she was taken out by ambulance and probably didn't go far. They couldn't have gone more than one hundred miles before the BOLO went out. Let's call it one fifty for good measure. And have everyone check surveillance cameras."

The tall FBI agent said, "We have one ace up our sleeve. A few weeks ago, I managed to stick a GPS tracker under the skin of her arm, but the signal can't be picked up more than a couple of miles."

Liz did some quick math, "So all we have to do is search 450 square miles in three states! No problem!"

"Look for a volcano. Don't villains always have their lair in a volcano?" Bert replied. "In all seriousness, these folks aren't anyone to mess with. We need to find this girl fast. She'll be a broken plaything in a few weeks."

Bert and Liz left to talk to the local Police about the case and put out a missing persons report. Liz called their boss for an update and to see if the NSA could look at satellite photos of the area and spot the ambulance. It might take a few days, but they had nothing else to go on. They headed back to D.C. on Wednesday and Bert had jenny pick him up in his truck.

Bert thought she looked great getting out of his truck in skintight jeans, high heeled cowboy boots and a form-fitting tank top. They decided to get dinner on the way home. jenny insisted that Bert have a fresh salad with grilled chicken and she had the same. She knew his diet on the road included a lot of junk food. He told her she would pay for making him eat salad.

Liz and Akari had a similar dinner, although homemade. Over their meal, Liz filled in her wife on the details of the kidnapping and their lack of clues. She mentioned the GPS tracker, but Galina would not find out about it from her "spy" until her next therapy session on Friday. That would turn out to be lucky for the kidnapped girl.

True to his word, jenny got muted as soon as they left the restaurant. Her vibrator started humming and she squirmed all the way home. She stripped in the front hall as soon as she entered the house and put on some eight inch "stripper heels" she had left there. Bert steered her to the dungeon and after removing her butt plug, had her mount the Sybian. Bert had had a custom dildo made for it; a replica of his own dick, which went into her ass since the vibrator still occupied her pussy. Then the machine was elevated so her toes barely touched the floor. Her ankles were spread and locked to the floor and the platform moved up just a little more, pulling jenny's pussy tight onto the machine. After cuffing her wrists behind her back, they were pulled up behind her, causing her to lean over, pushing her clit down hard on the vibrating nubs.

Bert started a vibrating/shock program. The machine would get her excited, turn off or shock her at random for the next couple of hours. Placing a blindfold over her eyes, he left to get a beer.

By the time she heard Bert reenter the dungeon, jenny was hot and would have done anything for an orgasm, but her satisfaction wasn't in the plan just yet. Bert took out a cat, and with underhanded swings, struck her breasts and belly for several minutes. jenny fought the urge to scream, knowing that it would result in severe shocks, but eventually gave in, resulting in double the amount of pain. Bert had reprogrammed the collar to shock her pussy through the dildo instead of her neck. Bert brought over a step stool and when his dick was at the right level, plunged into jenny's throat and held it there as he continued to swing the cat up into her breasts. Thanks to the vibrations of her muffled screams and the view he had of this beautiful woman in pain and moaning for an orgasm at the same time, Bert quickly shot a load into her throat. As he did, he cautioned her to not come. jenny moaned in disappointment, but true to her training, jenny could not come without his permission. Bert left her there and went to bed.

The next morning, jenny was a sight. Slick with perspiration from the restrictive position and constant arousal, Bert released her and helped her shower. Liz called with an update as he dressed for work. "Get ready for a trip. We got lucky and the NSA spotted the ambulance turning into an estate in the mountains, just across the Georgia line. I'm on a helo at Andrews. We'll drop into your farm to pick you up in 30 minutes."

Bert checked on jenny then packed a tactical kit. He turned off her mute, told her the change of plans and said "I love you, little slut."

jenny replied, "I love you too Master!"

"I'll give you your orgasm when I get back. Okay?"

"Please, Master! Hurry back! I'm so horny I can't think! That cattle auction is today and it's going to be tough to concentrate!"

Bert heard the Blackhawk setting down in the pasture behind the house. Kissing her on the forehead, he told her he would be back in a couple of days and all controls were off. Bert ran out the door and hopped into the helicopter. As they lifted off he could see jenny standing in the yard, naked, waiving at him. The pilot looked back at Bert and said, "Lucky Man!" Bert gave him a thumbs up and waved back at jenny.

As she watched the helicopter fly out of sight to the Southwest, jenny felt the vibrator start a low buzz. "Bastard!"

An hour and a half later, they landed in a clearing at a Ranger's cabin a few miles from the estate. The FBI Tactical Team was looking at maps and blueprints of the house, planning their assault. Four helicopters from the Georgia National Guard were already there.

Jason Davis met them when they landed and briefed Liz and Bert.

"We loaded a Cessna with the detection equipment and flew over the estate at 6,000 feet. We definitely got a reading from the GPS tracker over the house. Our girl is there. Based on that and the photo of the ambulance turning into the estate, I got a Federal Search Warrant and we're just about ready to go in. The tactical guys will fly in first with the warrant and as soon as they're on the ground, we'll land. Another team is coming up the drive by M-ATV. There are some possible heavy defenses, so it may turn into a shooting war. You and Liz aren't FBI, so don't shoot anyone. Please?"

The pilots spun up the helicopters and the teams loaded up. They were loaded for bear; all five helicopters had mini-guns mounted and loaded. Bert's stomach tightened in a familiar way. He had a feeling this was not going to be a cake walk. Bert had been shot at before, but the way his life was going right now, getting killed would really mess things up!

They flew up the valley fast and low. Bert saw the lead helicopter barely clear a couple of trees. As they broke into the open at the compound, the first and third went right, the second and fourth left and headed for open space around the house. Their helicopter pulled up and performed overwatch while the tactical teams landed. A loudspeaker in the first helicopter boomed "Federal Agents! We have a search warrant! Show your hands!"

Bert was the first to notice two men running across the roof. At the corner of the house they pulled the cover off a 12.7mm DshK machine gun. Bert pointed them out to the gunner on his side. The mini-gun hummed and the two men, the machine gun and part of the roof disappeared in a cloud. They moved in closer and destroyed a similar gun on the opposite corner. As the pilot was pulling away, Bert saw a man with a rifle come out on the roof. Without hesitation, he drew and fired, violating his promise to not shoot anyone. The firing alerted the men on the ground and they moved toward the house. The loudspeaker continued playing their announcement.

Several men fired from windows by the front door with FN-SCAR rifles. The well trained FBI teams cut them down quickly and moved into the house. In the foyer of the big house they found a woman, wearing only high heels and a corset. She was on her knees with her hands over her head screaming in Ukrainian. When a pair of agents stood her up and cuffed her hands behind her back, they realized the heels she was wearing were locked on her feet and connected by a short chain. The team leader looked at a photo in his pocket and said, "That's not her. Keep looking!"

They did a sweep of the house and found another woman in a study also speaking Ukrainian. This one was dressed in a maid's outfit, but with exposed breasts and bottom. She also was wearing heels locked and chained together. More gunfire came from the second and third stories as more armed men were encountered and dealt with. After the ankle chains were dealt with, Liz and a couple of the FBI agents escorted the women out to a command post now being set up on the grass.

When the house had been cleared without finding their victim, Bert and Jason brought in their GPS tracking equipment and started sweeping the house. Near an elevator by the kitchen, they got a signal that they were at the transmitter but the girl was nowhere to be found. Looking at the elevator, Bert said, "Down."

The elevator was sent up and shut off and the doors were forced open. Shining a flashlight down, Bert said, "There was only a basement showing below this floor on the control panel, but it looks like the shaft goes at least another thirty feet."

Ropes were dropped down the shaft and an FBI agent descended to the bottom. Sure enough, there was a level that wasn't on the elevator control panel or blue prints of the house. Jason and a couple of more agents dropped down and Bert followed. They had forced the door and surveyed a dark stone hallway by the time Bert got down. Moving slowly and clearing each room as they went, Jason guided them toward the signal. The rooms they passed contained stores of arms and ammunition. At the end of the hall there were two small cells, both empty, and a door opening into a large dungeon. The girl they were after was hanging in the middle of the dark room.

She was hanging upside down with her legs spread and arms behind her in an armbinder. A ring gag and blindfold were on her face. She was placed over a tub and she was straining to hold her head out of the water. Down her body were whip marks and bruises from caning her ass and thighs. Jason rushed to the girl to support her head until they could get her down.

As the rest of the team entered, shots from a dark corner rang and two FBI agents took hits in their vests, knocking them to the floor. Bert fired at the muzzle flash and heard a body slump. Then another round of shots came from the doorway behind them, hitting Bert in the back, saved by his vest and left leg just above the knee. The other agents fired back and their attacker dropped to the floor.

Jason got the captive woman down and was removing her bindings. When the blindfold came off, she blinked at the agent's bright lights and seeing her rescuer, said, "Jason?" Then she fainted.


Chapter 10 (added: 2020/06/03)

Back aching from the impacts against his vest and his left leg burning, Bert surveyed the damage. He was going to be out of action for a while. The bleeding wasn't too bad and the shot missed the bone and femoral artery by millimeters. The FBI agents collected themselves and searched the room thoroughly but only found the two dead assailants. Another agent pulled out a trauma pack and after cutting away his pants leg, put a QuickClot bandage on the through and through wound. With his help, Bert stood up and surveying the scene, commented, "Where did the guy behind us come from? Spider hole?"

They surveyed the hallway again and found a well hidden doorway leading to a four foot diameter concrete culvert disappearing into the distance. The faint sound of an engine and skid marks from tires showed someone had escaped out that way.

Four of the FBI agents headed down the tunnel. Bert, using an empty M-16 for a crutch and Jason, carrying the girl, headed back to the elevator shaft. A stokes basket was dropped and Bert insisted the girl go first. By the time it came back down, Bert was getting light headed and it was a relief to lie in the basket. He was quickly pulled up and carried out to the Blackhawk assigned to carry out casualties. One of the other captive women told Liz about the collars and using the cell phone found in the dungeon, they were removed.

In addition to Bert and the girl they came to rescue, they evacuated the two other women that had been found in the house and an FBI agent that was grazed on the cheek by a bullet clearing an upper floor. They were escorted by two FBI agents and flown to Blanchfield Army Medical Center at Fort Campbell, Kentucky.

Bert came down from the adrenaline of the raid and his wound, dozed off during the flight. He did not wake up until the next morning; he was in a hospital bed. When he opened his eyes, Liz and jenny were there. He could tell jenny had been crying and said, "What's wrong little one?"

Realizing he was awake, she burst into tears and threw herself at Bert, hugging him and crying about almost losing him and bouncing the bed causing Bert to wince in pain. He hugged jenny and let her cry it out. She finally collected herself and Bert said, "Were you given permission to cry?"

"No, Master?"

"Well dry those tears up! I'm fine. You may have to wait on me hand and foot for a couple of days but that's all."

"Happily, Master!"

"How did you get here?"

"Being a retired Senator engaged to a hero has its perqs. The FBI picked me up at the farm in a helicopter and flew me down here last night."

Bert looked over at Liz; she looked a little teary eyed too. "How'd the raid go? I don't seem to remember much after getting shot."

"We got the girl. The SOB who had her got away, but we have enough DNA and fingerprints plus pictures from the compound's surveillance system to find him eventually. They tried to scrub his computer, but our guys stopped it and there's a ton of information there too. We've used that data to seize millions in accounts in the U.S. and have information on several gun and drug smuggling operations in addition to the slavery. We also rescued two women, twins, from the Ukraine that had been kept captive there for a couple of years."

Just then Jason arrived, wheeling the kidnapped girl in. She smiled at Bert and said, "So this is the hero! Thank you so much!"

Bert replied, "It was a team effort. I was just the one dumb enough to stand in front of some bullets."

Jason looked down at the woman and told Bert, "Well you have my thanks too. If not for you figuring out there was a lower level, we may not have saved the love of my life!"

"What?"

"Giselle and I dated in high school. I always regretted letting her get away and when we got assigned to watch her, I realized fate was intervening. Then when she got kidnapped I was afraid I'd lost her again."

From the way the young lady was smiling at Jason, Bert figured the feelings were mutual.

"And when I said to not shoot anyone, I guess I should have added "Don't get shot!" Do you have any idea of the paperwork you generated? Everyone from the President down to the guy washing urinals in the Senate rest rooms wants to know how I got a U.N. "Advisor" shot!"

jenny chimed in, "I want to know too, buster!"

Bert replied, "It wasn't his fault! Whoever this guy is had some crazy suicidal guards. Seeing that tactical team come in should have scared anyone into surrendering, but they fought to the death. We thought we had cleared that hallway. We made a mistake. I'll live." Looking at jenny he sternly said, "Drop it!"

"Yes, sir" was her meek reply.

Jason and Giselle thanked Bert again and went back to her room. She was being discharged and Jason would be her FBI escort and personal body guard going home. A doctor came in and gave Bert an update; no major damage, but that leg was going to be out of service for a while and then they'd have some physical therapy to do. Bert started getting groggy and as he slipped off, said, "I think I'll take a little nap." And he was out.

When Bert woke up the next morning, jenny was asleep in the bed beside him. Liz came in and quietly told him, "She tried to stay up all night watching you, and she's refused to leave to get any rest. The staff here is afraid of her. Dude! You're banging a Senator! Why didn't you tell me?"

"She's retired. She quit when we decided to get serious. But yeah, she's something special."

"Well, they're going to discharge you later. The docs wanted to send you to a VA rehab facility near D.C., but jenny insisted on taking you home. She said she was the one that was going to take care of you and she'd get your physical therapy done there. We're getting a Blackhawk out of 160th SOAR to drop you in your front yard."

"I'd rather be at home anyway." Then looking down her realized jenny was awake and watching him. "Good morning! Why don't you go see if we can get some breakfast. I'm starving!"

"Yes, SIR!"

As she left to find someone to bring Bert food, he asked Liz, "So what's the news on our kidnapper?"

"He's a Lithuanian industrialist with ties to the Russian mob. We've got an APB out for him, but he's most likely hiding in a Russian Dacha by now. There was a sudden departure of a private jet from Knoxville airport a couple of hours after the raid and the plane went straight to South America and we lost it. We did get lucky on the surveillance footage and finally have a photo of that woman that escaped from our Baltimore op; she's known as Galina Petrov; a former Russian Army Intelligence Interrogator. She's in this country on a phony Ukrainian passport and we've got everyone looking for her too. We also discovered she's the "therapist" that Akari has been seeing, and she owned the house we just bought! DHS searched it and found dozens of cameras and microphones. It looks like Akari and the Paramedic were brainwashed while Petrov's captive and Akari has been feeding her information since. We were just lucky that I didn't tell her about the GPS tracker until after her Wednesday therapy session so she hadn't told Petrov about it. Akari's in custody in Virginia right now, but isn't talking. A therapist from Durham that Giselle recommended is coming to talk to her and I think I could use some help too. Whatever Petrov did to her must have been very rough. We also got photos of the guy and woman acting as a procurer with the kidnapped Paramedic and BOLO's for the ambulance and a white corvette the procurer was driving."

"Liz, I'm sorry! If there's anything jenny or I can do!"

"No. Akari and I are just going to have to work through this. She's done at DHS, and thanks to our association, I'm on paid leave pending investigation, but I still love her and we can manage, but it's changed our dynamic. She was the Dom and now she's not interested. I'll have to adjust to being the top now she's craving someone to dominate her. She's probably going to get a medical retirement due to the brainwashing and PTSD, so with that and my salary we can manage. It does simplify taking care of the babies."

"I'll set up a child support payment for you two. That should help with the kid's expenses."

"We can talk about it later. For now, you're out of service and so am I."

jenny returned with a nurse in tow, carrying a food tray and Bert got his first meal in two days. Then he napped.

With a final visit from the doctor, Bert was discharged and wheeled down to the hospital's helipad where a Blackhawk sat idling. Bert was transferred to their stretcher and loaded. jenny and Liz sat beside him and an Army medic monitored him during the flight. The pilot took it smooth and easy and in a couple of hours, Bert and jenny were home. The crew carried him into the house and settled on the bed and Bert let Liz take his truck home. He wouldn't be driving anytime soon.

Bert put his cell on charge and jenny fixed lunch, then he napped some more. Bert woke up and didn't see jenny. His phone was charged, so he sent her a text letting her know he was awake and decided to get out of bed. Using crutches, he was almost to the living room couch when she came into the house. She was a mess, wearing work boots, jeans and a t-shirt, she was muddy, covered in hay bits and her hair was in disarray. She looked beautiful to Bert.

"Sorry Master! The cattle I bought at the auction were delivered this afternoon and I was getting them settled in the pasture. I had to set out hay and fill the water troughs. One little 400 pound calf has apparently decided I'm her momma and kept following me around. She's so cute!"

"Sorry to interrupt your chores. I just wanted to let you know I was up. So your auction trip was a success?"

"Oh, yes! I picked up 30 Black Angus cows. All were bred and in a few months we'll have calves! I also found a couple of nice horses on Craigslist. As soon as the vet clears them, they will be delivered too. Do you need a snack? How about a blowjob?"

Bert's dick stirred at that thought, but he said "I seem to remember promising you an orgasm when I got home, but I think you need to finish your chores. If you can bring me something to drink and maybe an apple, I'll be okay for a while."

"Yes, sir!" After getting his food and drink, jenny left to finish up with the cattle.

Bert pulled out his phone and started jenny's vibrator buzzing and some mild shocks to her butt plug. That ought to speed up her chores!

When she returned, her face was flush and her hips kept making subtle rocking motions. She said she'd get a quick shower and then suck him off and feed him dinner, but Bert said, "I could use a shower too. I'll join you."

"Oh, no Master! You're not allowed to get your leg wet. Come in the bathroom and sit on the tub and I'll wash you! Then I'll take my shower."

Seeing her condition; muddy, sweaty and dotted with hay, Bert said, "Why don't you shower first?"

While jenny was in the shower, Bert played with his phone; raising and lowering the vibrator pulses and the shocks from the butt plug. When she finished, jenny put on a pair of black, 6" heeled, ankle strap shoes and knelt in front of Bert with her hands clasped behind her back. As his erection grew, she slowly licked and sucked the tip. Once it reached its full length, she started slowly down until he was buried in her throat. jenny started humming, running up and down in tone, tickling his dick with her vocal cords. Bert turned her vibrator up to full and played with her nipples as she alternated holding his dick deep in her throat and face fucking herself. As Bert got close, he noticed jenny was "air fucking" her hips from the vibrator. Pulling her head down on his dick, as she started to run out of air, Bert whispered to her, "Come for me slave."

jenny's orgasm lasted nearly a minute and her moaning brought Bert off, buried deep in her mouth. Bert could see a small puddle on the floor under her pussy and told jenny to lick it up as soon as she cleaned him. As she did, Bert swatted her bottom a dozen times with his open hand and with the last swat, told her to come again. jenny squatted there, tongue to the floor and came again.

Once she recovered, jenny gave Bert his bath and helped him dress in a pair of running shorts and a t-shirt. Then she helped him to the kitchen where he sat at the table and watched his naked slave fix him a grilled chicken breast with roasted potatoes and steamed broccoli. jenny kneeled at his feet and drank her Dog Spunk Soylent, retching at the taste a couple of times. Bert realized he never told jenny her punishment was over and she could go back to her regular diet, so he did. She brought him his laptop and filled him in with progress on the farm as Bert checked his email. His boss needed a written statement on the raid, and the FBI wanted him to submit a copy to them also. He'd get to that tomorrow.

Bert and jenny settled into their routine; jenny would get up early, feed the cattle and horses, give Bert his morning blowjob and breakfast, then she'd do her exercise routine and help Bert with his physical therapy. Bert was mobile enough to drive the Gator out and watch jenny work. He'd take it easy in the afternoon and then after dinner they would snuggle on the couch and watch TV. At bedtime, Bert would get another blowjob and then the two would sleep wrapped tightly together.

After a few weeks, Bert was more mobile and decided Saturday night to get a little bondage and discipline session in. jenny had been well behaved but with his temporary disability she was getting a little too bossy. A good session would adjust her attitude.

After dinner, Bert was sitting on the couch and jenny was by his side wearing shorts and a t-shirt. She had not been given permission for either, just set down. Bert had her help him up, then grabbing her by the hair, pulled her into the dungeon.

"What's wrong with this picture?" he asked jenny. "Are you supposed to be wearing clothing?"

"No Master" jenny replied meekly, realizing she had messed up. She had relaxed her behavior and forgotten her place. She stripped quickly and put on her 6" heels then knelt in front of Bert.

"I'm sorry Master."

"Were you given permission to speak?"

jenny shook her head. Bert engaged the mute function of her collar.

"For speaking without permission, the mute will remain on through your punishment with shocks to neck, vibrator and butt plug. For being on the furniture and dressed in my presence, fifty strokes with the cane, then a night on the Sybian horse with the butt plug on high and vibrator on random shocks. Lastly, you will be denied orgasm for one month."

jenny nodded.

Bert attached suspension cuffs and ankle cuffs which he anchored to the floor three feet apart, then pulled jenny up until her toes just barely touched the floor. He started with a light bamboo cane. Twenty-five to her chest, belly and thighs, then twenty-five to her back, bottom and thighs.

After each stroke, jenny would quickly say, "Thank you Master!" in spite of the mute; getting a shock after each infraction.

When he was done, Bert had to rest his leg. He still couldn't stand for too long. He watched jenny hang there, sniffling to herself. When he was able to stand again, he maneuvered the Sybian, mounted to a stand under her. He pulled the butt plug from her ass and put it in her mouth. Bert raised the stand, impaling her ass on the replica of his cock. Once the Sybian was firmly stretching her legs, Bert released her arms and secured each wrist to the opposite elbow. Bert started the program for the night, kissed jenny on the forehead, turned off the lights and went to bed.

Bert slept fitfully; he had gotten used to having jenny in his bed.

Sunday morning he cut off the program and released jenny, putting her butt plug back in her ass. He helped her into the shower and bathed her. When he finished, jenny turned and taking him in her mouth, sucked him off.

Bert led her into the kitchen and let jenny kneel by his chair and drink her Soylent while Bert fixed some cereal and coffee for himself. Jenny dressed and went outside to feed and water the cattle. When she returned, jenny stripped and put on her heels and knelt at Bert's feet. Bert said, "Rest." And jenny slipped into sleep with her head on his leg.