East Coast Slavers Organization

East Coast Slavers Organization – I: A Caribbean Adventure

Chapter 09 – The Proposition (or A Deal With the Devil)

Robert Morgan, aka Aaron Clarke, stood hidden in the shrubbery beside Doctor Patricia Kay's garage and the home's rear entry. Her estate door was locked, but the alarm and phones had been disconnected. Robert was stewing in a barely controlled rage about Doctor Kay's treatment of what was once Marie Mathis, the medical fraud insurance investigator. Given Robert's recent activities and his upcoming plans, he was being more than a little hypocritical. However, he truly felt Doctor Patricia Kay did things out of evil and held no respect for anyone except herself.

The crunching of gravel on the drive as a car came up the hill interrupted Robert's thoughts. The car's lights momentarily swept across his position and then the car paused not far away while waiting for the garage door to open. Robert readied his new, $400 taser and prepared to safely subdue his victim.

Doctor Patricia Kay came out of the garage and moved toward the house. Even in the dim light, Robert could tell her body was a testament to her profession – plastic and reconstructive surgery.

Patricia fumbled with her purse looking for her keys. Robert kept this simple; he silently came up behind her and fired his taser from three feet away. She never stood a chance. Doctor Patricia Kay slid lifelessly to the ground. The taser darts embedded themselves deep in her back, easily penetrating her thin clothing.

Robert ran up and felt for a pulse. After unlocking and opening the entry door, he picked up the helpless woman and carried her into her living room. There he quickly and painlessly bound her onto one of her comfortable chairs. He then latched a new $700 dog training system around her lovely, albeit lifeless neck. The system featured computer-controllers in both the collar and handheld unit. The operating range was up to a mile. Up to four collars could be trained / controlled simultaneously. Robert set the bark / sound control to the absolute lowest setting. He also set the collar at its highest shock level. If the collar moved beyond 100 feet from the handheld, then it would continuously shock the wearer. Robert then punched the equivalent of a pause key (a function that essentially turns off the unit for a temporary correction – the next pressing of the button would restore full power and programming). Only a deactivation key would safely remove the system.

Robert Morgan then sat down in front of the beautiful blonde and caught his breath. After a few calming breaths to wash away his murderous rage, he was ready. He picked up a washcloth and moved over to the doctor. It only took a moment to jam the cloth tightly into her mouth with one hand and crush an ammonia capsule under her nose with the other.

Doctor Kay twitched violently and started to choke and snot drooled out of her nose. For a moment or two, she was disoriented and her eyes watered. Soon though, the intelligent doctor sat and stared at Robert.

"What the fuck do you think you are doing, you mother-fucker!" she started to screech at Robert. He held the remote unit in from of her face and pressed the button. Abruptly her eyes bulged out and her mouth opened wide. She was silent for seconds as the shock slowly subsided. She sat there with her mouth open and throat convulsing like a fish out of water.

"Quiet! Bitch! I do the talking and you only speak when told so. If you understand, nod," Robert snarled quietly to the terrified woman.

Doctor Kay quickly realized the significance of the controller held in the man's hands. She glared at him, but could do nothing to punish the scoundrel.

"Got your full and undivided attention now?" Robert added in a calmer voice.

Doctor Kay slowly nodded.

"Good, cause I don't want to fuck around here. I will make you an offer in about five minutes. You will get two chances to decide your answer. The first will be the easy way – after our five minute discussion. If you can't decide, then your second chance will be tomorrow morning after some serious torture." Robert paused and looked into her eyes. "Nod if you understand that you have to make a choice in five minutes.

Doctor Kay again nodded, although with a little more uncertainty than the last time.

"OK, we will proceed," Robert said. He then continued, "My name is Robert Morgan. I mean you no harm. In fact, I've actually come to help you out. Nod again if you understand that I have come to help you."

Doctor Kay nodded.

"This is slow because it's important. You will see why in a minute. I am a partner to a man you know well, a Mr. Steve Austin."

At that name Doctor Kay's eyes grew large and round. She started to struggle a little.

"Hold it or get another shock," Robert threatened. "We already know everything about your continued insurance scam and the renewed investigations into your medical practice. Patricia, it is time for our organization to move to protect itself. Rather than kill you, or punish you with enslavement at some mining town in Guatemala, we would prefer to continue to enjoy our mutually beneficial medical relationship. Frankly, Doctor Kay, we need you and are willing to work hard to keep you safe, rich, and happy. However, your life here in Miami is over with as of now. A long speech. But it is necessary. Do you still understand the most important parts? Safe. Rich. Happy?"

Doctor Kay nodded.

"Doctor, I am going to set this controller on pause. If you get out of control, we return to punishment mode before we continue," Robert calmly explained. "Follow my lead!" In full view of the doctor, Robert pushed the button and an indicator light beside it glowed red while the adjacent green light went out.

Robert waited patiently to see what Patricia would do. "Good, girl. The easy way it is. Here we go, … Steve and I have decided that we will let you select the Caribbean location of your choice and we will help you relocate. Additionally, we will help you find and setup a fully equipped clinic for you and arrange hiring and relocation of new staff that you select. Do you understand?"

Doctor Kay hesitantly said, "Yes," in a quiet voice. But, what is it you think I have done to set this off?"

"Come on Patricia. Don't be coy. The authorities will grab you for questioning any day now. I'm sure the proper warrants and subpoenas have already been set before a magistrate for signature. By Monday, you will be on your way to a long jail term and public humiliation. You are too weak to resist ratting us out in those circumstances. Thus, your offer. Go ahead and talk." Robert kept the conversation measured, and attempted to convince the surgeon that she has a chance to live and thrive in another setting.

"You will help me?" she repeated.

"Yes, Patricia, we will help you. You still have three of your minutes left. I am going to hold a cell phone up to your ear. You have two minutes to discuss this with your old pal Steve. He will back up what I say." With that, Robert walked over and as the phone dialed, placed it against her ear.

Several minutes later, the conversation ended. Patricia had some of her old confidence back. She looked at him and said, "Let me loose and we can finish this."

Robert smiled and nodded. "OK, just keep in mind that you are on parole." Robert cut her free "The collar stays for now. We have a lot to do by tomorrow night. Let's start with the basics. Your new identity will be Rachael Patricia Quaid. Here are your identity papers." With that, Robert passed an envelope across to Patricia.

She opened the envelope and saw a Florida driver's license, a new social security card, and a passport. Patricia raised her eyebrows when she saw her picture, "A redhead?" she asked archly. Putting them aside, she picked up a new savings account passbook from a bank in the Grand Cayman Islands. The balance read $200,000. Patricia gasped, and started to cry, "I thought you guys were lying about helping me. You really are going to help?"

"Yes, Patricia. You are a great plastic surgeon. We do value the benefits you bring to our organization more than the risk of losing you. I have to say this is your last chance to stop this highly visible and greedy behavior. There will be no other chances. Next time, you will get no second chance. How about a human toilet in some torture camp in Honduras?" he gently taunted to girl. "You cross us once, and its over. Now here is what we have to do." With that, he handed over a printed card with short notes on it and proceeded to talk through each item on the list.

o Your new home will be in the Caribbean

o You pick any island not a U.S. possession

o Steve will get your medical license and professional papers

o We will move your liquid assets to your new account

o The Grand Cayman account is only temporary

o It is not in Rachael's name; only Patricia's

o Saturday you fly with me to Grand Cayman

o We close out one set of bank accounts and move the cash

o The cash will go to another bank in Rachael's name

o I will stay with you for one month to help you get settled in

o Anything within reason will be provided

o You will be respectful and not cross us

o You leave this house tonight, never to return

o Leave everything behind except what I have already packed

"Do you understand, Patricia?" Robert asked again.

She hesitated. "Yes, I think I understand. Please, let it sink in though."

"No, Patricia, this is it. Time to decide. Will you accept this deal and fully assist us in getting it going?" Robert formally asked the question.

"Yes, I see I have no choice. It is generous. Is that all?"

"No. There are a couple of fine points. First, you can't relocate with a slave. We will agree to provide you a replacement any time you decide. I'm sure you can think of someone to punish as you did to Puppy. It will be a no fee job, from anywhere in the western hemisphere. No argument on our part. Is that acceptable?"

"I don't know," she stammered. "What about my pet?"

"She is now property of the organization and no longer your concern. There is more. We go to your clinic early tomorrow morning and you will discover a plumbing and electrical problem. Your staff will be given the day off. Then you will perform certain surgery on your pet before we take full control of her. You will do as I ask in this matter. Do you agree to this?"

"At this point, I couldn't care less about the little slut. I am bored with her anyhow. So, yes, I agree," Doctor Rachel Patricia Quaid answered with a little of her self confidence regained.

"OK one last thing. Doctor Patricia Kay was ready to jeopardize our entire operation. For that you have to be punished. It will be formality and not anything too severe. No permanent marks, or anything like that. It will hurt and serve to remind you that this is serious. Do you willingly agree?"

The doctor was now scared again. She was sure that they weren't going to kill her, and they weren't going to enslave her, so what was the deal with a punishment? She did agree, but with lots of mental reservation.

"Your punishment will be now, before we leave. You ready?" Robert asked once again.

"Yes, if I have to," Patricia's voice declared with some fear.

"Take off your dress and lingerie. Climb up on the table. You will be whipped with my belt. You will not speak. Once over, your punishment for past infractions is complete and you start fresh. Fair enough" Robert asked.

The old Doctor Kay never lost control of any situation. This was a scary step. She had no choice. She meekly turned and shyly slid her panties down and pulled her dress over her head. Her lovely slim form turned and she demurely removed her bra. Even fully naked, she remained shy about exposing her breasts; she climbed up onto her dining room table. She made a mouthwatering sight. Clad only in heels and stay-up stockings, she was in perfect condition.

Robert walked over and yanked her ankles apart. "This is to keep your body from moving during the spanking," he told the now frightened girl. He then slipped a noose over each wrist and tied her down on the table. He walked around to her feet and captured them in loops as well. "These are to make your punishment a little more humiliating. I promise though, no scars or permanent injury will mark you. Take your punishment like a man." Robert laughed as he said the last. He then yanked hard on each foot and forced it painfully up her sides to her arms. The left foot was finished off with a similar tie. He then yanked each knee straight out to the side and secured them across the top of the table to the legs below. Patricia looked exactly like a beautiful butterfly pinned to a black display board. Only she was face down, her bright red thatch of a pussy and asshole both displayed.

"Whoa, girl, you're not a blonde. That's a big patch of red hair on that pussy. I think I like that color better than your blonde hair. It will make your identification documents look more original. Wait here, we start in five minutes." Robert said to the bound girl as he hurried upstairs. Puppy was quietly waiting for his return and enjoying the luxury of a bed. Robert told the excited girl that she could witness the first humiliation of her evil Doctor Kay. He also revealed that tomorrow her arms and legs would be surgically repaired and her tail removed. "You have to sit quietly and watch though, Puppy," he admonished.

So several minutes later, a happy Puppy was perched in a dining room chair behind the doctor's bare pussy while her new owner, Aaron, readied the punishment. Robert dialed the pain level down half way and moved in front of Patricia. "Remember, you promised not to scream," he said as he turned the unit on before her horrified eyes.

He then waked around the couch and caressed her bare ass once. Then, he struck the first blow. The doctor screamed, more in shock than pure pain, and the collar punished her. "Guess we have to wait a few minutes for you to recover girl. Toughen up."

The next 15 strikes with the belt systematically covered each of her ass cheeks with a pattern of welts. Then Robert shifted his focus to her upper thighs. Patricia remained silent until the fortieth blow. Then she screamed, "Ahhhh, eiiiiiii." Her voice changed octaves as the controller kicked in. Snot and tears had covered her face as her head flailed silently through the blows.

"Still more to go, my little doctor," Robert assured the girl. He stood back and knelt beside Puppy. His hands caressed her flanks and rubbed her head. He grinned down at the happy girl and winked.

Turning back to what would soon be, at least beginning the next day, Doctor Rachael Patricia Quaid, he surveyed the effects of his work. Red lines, blotches, and bruises covered her from just above her knees to the small of her back. "Doctor., it is time to do your back." He then wound up for a series of fifteen brutal slashes across her back. Some of the lashes curled over her shoulders.

Robert walked around and sat beside the weeping girl on the couch. He silently turned off the controller and wiped her face off with a cloth. "Only five more to go," he told her. "You can scream for these, if you wish."

His arm drew back and a wet splat resounded through the room followed by a piercing scream that went on and on. A bright welt appeared that curled around a cheek and led to a direct hit on her cunt. He struck again and Patricia's screaming continued non-stop. The last three were also focused on her cunt. It was over.

Robert kicked his shoes off and took off his socks. He looked back at Puppy and grinned. "You don't want to miss this do you?" he asked in a whisper." There was no chance the sniffling and coughing doctor would hear anything in her noisy misery. Robert then shucked his pants and underwear off in one move.

The doctor never noticed his hands on her battered cheeks. However, her head did fling up in dismay as his hard cock bottomed out in her hot and wet cunt. Robert silently yanked his now slimy and slippery weapon out, positioned the head at the small entrance to her ass, and pushed hard. His cock jammed in to just behind the large bulbous head.

Patricia screamed again. The humiliation and pain were such a shock to the spoiled bitch. She always got her way. Her ass was predictably, … virgin. The head pulled out mercifully and sunk into her pussy again. "Aiiiii," she wailed, "stop, please."

The dick was in full control. Out it went again for another quick pause against her tight grommet, and in it went, deep into her intestine. This time, the cock went fully halfway in. Out once more, to be dipped in her cunt, and this time he made it all the way in. Robert wanted to really break her ass in. He started a short fuck motion with a pause halfway out so he could viciously saw his cock in circles, stirring her bowels. Then he would finish fucking out and then all the way down. The fucking pattern then continued. This continued, battering her intestines and her asshole while maximizing his stimulation. The table shook from the battering motion Robert made against her rear portal. Patricia's ass tore a little and some blood mixed in with the pussy slime on his cock. Way too soon, it was over, and he spurted deep into her bowels with immense satisfaction.

Robert walked away and gently gathered Puppy in his arms. He carried her up and they went to bed. The doctor was left alone in the dark room. Her face was a testament to the punishment's success. Her immaculate makeup and mascara had streaked across her face from the tears, snot, and sweat of the ordeal. Her sheer stay-up hose were in shreds. She slept fitfully, still bound.

As Robert walked upstairs, he made a phone call.

The next day found Puppy happily snuggled in Robert's arms. Robert woke refreshed and excited about the coming day.

Because the night before had gone so well; he decided to take a chance, and drastically change plans for the next five days. A flurry of phone calls the night before had already set some things in motion.

First, the ten incendiary charges were carefully disabled. As the now inert devices were packed in the van, Robert wryly thought, "Talk about trusting too much in what is beyond your control. If this had exploded, we would have been cooked last night; and, just when things were getting fun.

With that, he entered the still dark living room and approached the naked rump and pussy facing him. It had been hard to administer the punishment without overreacting to his desire to humiliate and truly punish the woman.

He walked around and gently shook the fake blonde's head. "Hey, wake up girl. We have a lot of business to do today." He continued to talk quietly as he removed the dog collar that had hurt her so badly the night before.

After her bondage was removed, he helped her up the stairs in a gentlemanly manner. "Go to your guest bedroom and shower up. Anything you need is laid out there. Breakfast is in thirty minutes, sharp. We will meet in the kitchen," he said to the still stiff and stumbling woman. He fought to keep from caressing her naked flesh.

At the top of the stairs, he added, "Oh, the master bedroom suite is off limits for now." With that remark, he scurried into the now forbidden bedroom and began to fold up the large-dog-sized wire kennel in the corner. Puppy looked on, questioning the action. "We have to fool Doctor Kay into thinking you still have only got slave status." He put his hands on his hips and added, "By the way Pet, you look lovely in the morning. You also have the tightest, most talented pussy I have ever seen," he added with a big shit-eating grin.

Puppy wriggled with joy from his remarks. As she knelt on the bed, on all-fours of course, her large E+ titties hung down and heavily swayed from side to side.

As Aaron turned to walk out of the door, he whispered, "If Puppy is really, really good, then I might get her some little pussies to keep for herself. Would you like that?" He left before she could respond.

Puppy lay down on her side and stuffed a leather-covered hand-paw between her legs. The other pressed hard against her full breast. "Does he mean that, … oh my, … how nice," she thought. If Puppy could purr, that's what she would have done as she abused her long-ignored pussy with a now slippery paw.

Robert efficiently cooked the start of a good breakfast. Sautéed mushrooms, onions, and peppers were set aside for later use in omelets. Shredded cheese and cooked bacon and sausage were quickly placed in other bowls along side the range top.

He filled a carafe with just-brewed coffee for the table and added cups, glasses, napkins, and silverware to complete the arrangement. That ready, he ran upstairs with a covered tray for his new accomplice to eat.

Puppy could not believe it. A real meal; and, he was gently feeding it to her. Puppy's muzzle would stay clean while eating a meal for the first time in over a year.

"Sorry to make this so quick," he added, "But, this plan has to start quick. Next stop is the car where you will pretend to be a nice, cowed, doggie."

Minutes later, he was flipping a huge omelet in a pan to undergo its final browning when he heard heels clicking on the staircase. A hesitant Doctor Kay looked at him from the landing.

She looked lovely and refreshed, thanks to carefully applied makeup and well-tailored business attire. "Good morning, Doctor Kay," Robert tried to greet her as cheerfully as he could. "Welcome to breakfast and our first joint planning session."

When the pleasantly surprised, but very wary doctor winched in pain as she sat, Robert looked serious and said, "I cannot emphasize enough that today is your first day in a new and enjoyable life. Do not ever mention last night or your prior actions to me again. They no longer exist."

Once settled, Robert raised his juice glass and formally announced, "This is to proclaim the demise of the evil Doctor Patricia Kay and her resurrection as Doctor Rachael Patricia Quaid." He then clicked glasses with her and added, "May we both become rich and happy."

Robert handed Rachael an expensive leather airlines travel bag and said, "This is for your valuables. Your new identity is inside. Now let's go get your jewelry and any important papers in your safe." Robert, of course, had just rummaged through his packed van to find the jewelry stash he had already stolen. It was nicely arranged on the otherwise empty vanity.

The doctor opened the safe without hesitation and loaded her valuables into the satchel. Robert observed lots of stacks of $100 bills dropped into the bag. Soon, it was bulging with loot.

Twenty minutes later Robert started the van's engine and appraised the now bulging soft leather case sitting possessively between the doctor's legs.

Puppy lay quietly in her kennel cage in the back of the van as it started down the drive and away from the horrible estate.

Author: Desert Dog ****** E-Mail: Desertlickingdog at yahoo dot com