East Coast Slavers Organization

East Coast Slavers Organization – I: A Caribbean Adventure

Chapter 24 – Aaron's First Sale (or Not Exactly a Vacation Cruise)

Aaron shook hands with Stavros Demeter. The burly man smiled broadly and grabbed Aaron in a full bear hug. "Welcome my ship. Call cats a bastard and spit on rug!"

Uncertain what he meant, Aaron Clarke paused and looked around the captain's cabin for the meaning of the phrase. "He speaks good enough English, though with a heavy Greek accent; but, what's he mean?" Aaron thought to himself. The paneled room had shiny tile flooring; no cats or rugs were in sight.

Another huge officer introduced himself as Aristotelis Livanos, the First Officer. He grinned and roared, in an even worse accent, "Is joke! Old saying he don't say right in English. Means welcome; his home, your home."

The three stood on board the tramp freighter Saint Photius, a cargo ship owned by Niarchos Constantinople. The Greek shipping tycoon was an occasional customer of Aaron's partner, Steve Austin, and a lifelong friend to Hosni Yassin. Niarchos Constantinople accepted Hosni's request to transfer some hostess/party girls from Miami to his European corporate headquarters in France along with a large cargo of construction related equipment and supplies. Niarchos' obvious choice for the job was a tramp freighter, one with no established route; his most reliable captain for running expensive or illegal cargo was Stavros Demeter. Stavros and his key officers enjoyed the occasional mission to traffic in human flesh. They often had unrestricted use of the women during the relatively slow transoceanic voyage.

Stavros and Aristotelis led Aaron into an adjoining room, the senior officers' mess. Two other senior members of the crew were already seated and the Chief Steward stood by to provide service as needed. The First Officer made the introductions. The Second Officer was Herodotus Halicarnassus and the First Mate was introduced simply as Ferero. Ferero, a Filipino, was the only non-Greek senior member of the crew. The Chief Steward was identified as Alcibiades. The only slender members of the crew were the First Mate and Chief Steward. The other three officers were huge, hulking brutes; powerful and intimidating.

Everyone sat while Alcibiades fussed with a platter of olives and pita bread and poured a triple shot of Ouzo for everyone at the table, and surprisingly, himself. Alcibiades sat farthest away from the Captain, indicating his position as the least senior.

Captain Demeter silently picked up his glass and solemnly said, "To world peace." He started laughing half way through his toast and then continued, "No, … we drink to good wind, smooth sailing, and lottsa fucking." With that, he downed the drink and slapped Aaron on the back with a ham-sized hand. "Our friend here gonna make this fun trip for us."

Aaron and the others at the table downed the fiery spirits in one belt. While Aaron was still trying to recover from the poisonous drink, the Captain slammed his back and laughed again. Everyone settled down while Alcibiades poured another, less generous round of drinks.

In his heavily accented English, Captain Demeter explained how things would work on this voyage. Aaron's daughter Laurena and Shelby McCullough, her baby sitter, were already onboard in one of the four passenger cabins on the freighter. They would receive service much as any passenger on a cruise liner, except that there would be no entertainment. The food was described as excellent and the cabin service included fresh flowers and fruit daily with cleaning service from a steward. The freighter even had a small topside pool that once underway, would be pumped full of ocean water and heated. Passengers had full access to the bridge and the top decks of the aft sections where the passenger rooms and lounges were. The officers' area and mess under the forecastle were off limits and for this voyage, access to that private area was limited to a single entry with a crew member on hand at all times. The setup prevented the nanny, or any other passenger, from stumbling into something best kept secret.

The Captain stated that the four women would be chained in officer's cabins during the entire voyage. Only the crew members currently in the room would benefit from their presence. Captain Demeter would take first choice of women each day, followed by the First Officer and then the Second Officer. The First Mate and Chief Steward would share the last woman. Buddies for many years, the Filipino and his Greek friend worked women together. They tended to prefer bondage and double penetration.

Aaron suggested that one of his 'girls' was perfect for Ferero and Alcibiades. He described how Veronica was destined to be the punishment whore for any of Hosni's rich quests into S&M or B&D. He volunteered that she was actually best suited of the four for this role. The other three women were to be the hostesses in Hosni's clubhouse/brothel and used according to the client's needs. Sex was not always the result. Often, simple companionship through dinner and dancing was all Hosni would require. However, as owned chattel, they would do as directed.

Aaron found himself enjoying the company of the three officers. They were much smarter and friendlier than their appearances suggested. The First Mate and the Chief Steward were different; both were ferret-like in appearance and personality. Veronica would have a rough time with them. Aaron only felt it necessary to relay Hosni Yassin's rules for the voyage because of these two men. Hosni wanted his three main girls clean and unmarked at the end of the ocean crossing. His whip bitch, Veronica, could be marked from punishment sessions, but nothing permanent. Condoms were required in all sex acts and the crew was forbidden to join in. Aaron described the basic characteristics of each woman:

• Emily Davis, party girl / trophy housewife - 26, blonde – hostess/whore

• Pamela Bondi, party girl - 25, brunette – hostess/whore

• June Curl, girlfriend to drug dealer - 25, black-hair – hostess/whore

• Veronica Morton, Aaron's ex-wife, a bitch - 23, blonde - bondage/pain slut

Captain Demeter pointed to a bulging bag by his feet. "Is payment from Hosni Yassin. You take and we bring beetches in for inspection. Am thinking I will have this trophy girl wife. She sound perfect. Maybe I keep blonde for entire voyage. She can clean my cabin." He laughed at this last statement as if it were a joke of some sort. The room was full of happy Greek giants.

Aaron thought how well broken in the four new slaves would be after ten days of the three giant Greeks and the twisted First Mate and Chief Steward.

His thoughts were interrupted by the First Mate rising and Captain Demeter's, "Aaron, friend, you and Ferero fetch women. He get girls in with nanny no see."

Aaron and Ferero walked through the ship and down the gangplank to the pier side. Aaron understood what Ferero was up to as soon as he saw that a loading crane had already placed an open shipping container next to his parked van. Aaron unlocked the vehicle and threw in his bag of money; $150,000 in cash for each of the women, $600,000 in total. He eased the vehicle into the container, set the brake, and placed the vehicle into park. There was no room inside to open his door, so he climbed through the van toward the rear doors. The container lurched upward and began to move smoothly to the ship and a spot free on the forecastle. Aaron saw the wharf recede and then only saw sky and water as the container glided through the still evening air. Aaron barely felt the van jostle as the container settled down to the deck next to the forecastle.

Ferero opened the back of the van and welcomed Aaron aboard again with a gap-toothed grin. He peered evilly past Aaron to the gloomy interior of the van.

Aaron Clarke busied himself with freeing the four slaves from their bindings. Ingrid and Puppy had prepared the women differently for the ocean voyage. Each woman still wore a programmable dog-training collar and sat astride a long roll of carpet that ran the length of the van from behind the driver's seat. Facing rearward, each woman was attached to the van's floor with short chains to leg cuffs and their arms outstretched to the side by chains to wrist cuffs. Aaron first freed Emily Davis and then Pamela Bondi. He left only one padded leg cuff locked on. Otherwise, the women appeared ready for an evening out. They wore the nicest cocktail dresses that Ingrid and Puppy could scrounge from the extensive stocks of stolen clothing. The only thing that kept the women from looking completely normal was the leash attached to each collar. They were gorgeous.

June Curl was next out. Unlike Emily and Pamela, June was outfitted in the street outfit of a common whore. She wore a tiny pink spandex miniskirt and a micro tube top that exposed her entire midriff. The heavy, whorish makeup matched the outfit perfectly. Aaron handed her leash over to Ferero and turned to get his ex-wife out of the van.

Veronica was dressed as a bondage slut. She was a wet-dream come to life. Ingrid set her up in four-inch black stiletto heels with padlocks at the ankles. Just above the heels were black padded ankle cuffs with an eighteen-inch hobble chain between them. For panties, she wore a white floss g-string with micro floss front; it barely covered her hairless pussy slit. Her impressive breasts were in full view, lifted up by her black bustier. Freshly pierced, each fat nipple was adorned with a shiny gold ring. Veronica still wore her black dog-training collar. Her head was enclosed in a black discipline hood with the eye closures zipped shut and a ring-gag in her mouth. Veronica's beautiful blonde hair flopped out loose from an opening in the back of her hood. Her wrists were tightly cuffed behind her back.

Aaron's dick twitched at the sight of his ex-wife. Her perfect ass was fully displayed. He thought the Chief Steward and First Mate would be fucking her within minutes of the Captain releasing her for their use. "Of course," he thought, "perhaps the Captain would change his mind and demand first choice on all the girls. I would."

Aaron took Emily and Pamela's leashes and let Ferero take Veronica and June into the ship. "Bet it takes a lot to put Ferero in this much shock," Aaron thought with a laugh. He picked up the girls' single bulky bag and yanked on the leashes to get the two remaining girls moving. It was time to conclude this transaction.

--L--A--T--E--R--

Ingrid Gaviard and Sandy Hamilton sat quietly waiting early Saturday morning for their Master (known to them as Michael Moore) and Mistress. Ingrid just been told the change in plans with regard to Sandy, her former tormenter and recently, her slave. Sandy was ecstatic at the possibilities. Prior to her abduction by Aaron, Sandy became hooked on dominating and humiliating other women. She thoroughly enjoyed the two outings with Ingrid when she made her whore and then subjected her to abuse. It was easy to accept slavery if it meant escape from the very thing she enjoyed inflicting upon others.

Puppy and Aaron sat down before them. Aaron explained that in a few days he was going on a business trip and would bring one slave with him. The trip might be difficult for the woman, but there would be moments of near freedom and a chance for sexual gratification. "The problem is, I don't know which of you two to pick," Aaron explained. "The best way to decide is with a contest. Puppy will judge, her decision is final."

Ingrid and Sandy nodded their understanding of that part of the contest. Each wondered, with some trepidation, what the other phases were. With Master, there was bound to be a surprise.

"The first part of the contest begins in one hour. Puppy has already modified the morning's training schedule so that this will work out. You will each cooperate in preparing the other to the specifications on this sheet. Good luck." Aaron handed each girl an identical sheet of paper and he left with Puppy. The two girls were left alone in Bedroom 4B. Everything they would need was laid out on the bed or at the makeup vanity.

--L--A--T--E--R--

One hour later, Aaron and Puppy sat in comfortable chairs on Training Pad H with Katria and Wanda. The two slaves knelt naked, under the punishment cage. An array of punishment items were displayed behind them on a table. Cunt came around the corner leading two bitches on leash leads that Katria and Wanda had never seen.

The slaves were identical. Each had long red hair that fell below their black leather discipline hoods in a long ponytail. The hoods already had the Velcro eyepieces that completely cut off any vision. Penis-shaped dildo gags were stuck deep into each mouth. Other than the dog-training collars and the hoods, the slaves were naked. Each sported a naked cunt. One woman was slightly leaner and taller than the other was.

Cunt brought each slave to a dangling spreader bar and proceeded to secure the women. She took a wrist from the first slave and pulled it up to the bar. Each wrist was attached overhead at a spacing of about three feet. She then cuffed each girl's ankles to a spreader bar already chained to the floor beneath their feet. Cunt then tightened the dangling spreader bar until the women were raised up to their tiptoes. Ingrid and Sandy knew their fate from the note given them by Aaron. The slaves Katria and Wanda were to take turns punishing each woman in an identical manner. The first to cry out lost the event and would receive extra punishment. The determination of Sandy and Ingrid to leave on a trip with their Master would decide how much pain they were willing to receive.

Sandy was sure she would win this event. "After all," she thought, "I've been subjected to this since I got here. Ingrid never even got the full introductory session I got. Yes, she is doomed." She felt the cool leather against her breasts but couldn't move at all. Cunt had secured her well. Ingrid had filled her ears with warmed beeswax and she couldn't hear a thing. That and the blindfold isolated her. Sandy was a little uncertain how she would know when Ingrid gave up. Blind and deaf, she waited in fear. Fumbling around her neck let her know the gag would soon be off. The contest was nearly ready to begin.

Aaron's thought process for blinding the two for the contest and removing their hearing was to increase their fear and keep them from cuing each other about the next punishment. The deafness took away all audio warning that the punishment device might make.

Ingrid was fearful that she couldn't hold out. Unlike Sandy, she realized that she hadn't been subjected to much actual punishment here at the warehouse. "My gag is being loosened. It must be nearly time."

Katria stood behind the hooded woman with the fullest ass and prepared to deal out ten blows with a riding crop. She was told to go only for the outsides of the slave's butt cheeks. Further, both Katria and Wanda were told to evenly apply the mandated punishment on the unreliable slaves. Puppy would evaluate them on their performance. Katria began with a blow exactly on the point of ass that protruded most. She continued, …

Sandy's clogged ears gave her no warning. "Eiiiii," she shouted to herself. "Fuck, that was a surprise. Ahhh, that's two. She knew nothing about their pending punishments except that each was to receive exactly the same. Sandy now knew that it was a crop. "This, I can take, ahhh, with no problem," she thought. It was quickly over; ten strokes were only a warm-up for her.

Aaron watched as Katria finished up with Sandy and moved over to Ingrid. Simultaneously, Wanda came up and set a bucket of sixty clothespins down between Sandy's legs. Puppy's instructions were to put ten inside each inner thigh, ten under each upper arm, and ten on each tittie.

Before Sandy got a chance to congratulate herself on round one, she felt a pinch inside a thigh. It didn't go away. Then she felt another. None of them actually hurt, but the throbbing built up. Then a set of fingers pinched her nipple and pulled her hefty tit away from her body. She felt a pinch at the base of her breast, then the top, then on each side. Her titty was being ringed with clothespins. To the blinded captive, the whipping warmed up her nerves and the clothespins electrified them. She felt hyper sensitized. It was hard to stay still.

Ingrid stoically took her cropping. It was brief and after the first shock, bearable. The clothespins hurt, but she knew it would take far more to keep her from beating the other slave. Ingrid still harbored deep resentment against Sandy for role against her at the bar and then her own home.

Katria was back to Sandy. This time she had a small bowl of toothed clamps. They were to go six per labia lip, four around the belly button, and one per nipple. As before, Sandy felt someone's hands pinch her, this time on the cunt lip. Then, "Christ, that hurt!" she moaned to herself as the teeth bit into her tender flesh. Within seconds, she felt another. "Ahhh, this is going to be harder than I thought. I don't even have the satisfaction of watching that slut cringe more than me. Ughhh," she continued to rant and rave to herself. Outwardly, she remained quiet.

Katria and Wanda's Torture Instructions:

1-Katria – Ten paddles with crop

2-Wanda – Sixty clothespins

3-Katria – Twelve alligator clamps with teeth

4-Wanda – Pull back heads with line from hood to foot spreader bar

5-Katria – Tie lines to nipple clamps and tighten to overhead spreader bar

6-Wanda – Tie lines to labia and tighten to foot spreader bar

7-Katria – Whip ten strokes across back with carriage whip

8-Wanda – Tighten overhead bar to raise feet off floor

9-Katria – Set trough under each girl

10-Wanda – Wrap breasts with thin bondage line

11a-Katria – Insert douche nozzle into ass start two-quart enema

11b-Katria – Rub slave's belly for five minutes

12a-Wanda – Insert douche nozzle into other slave, start two-quart enema

12b-Wanda – Rub belly of slave for five minutes

13-Katria – Paint liniment onto exposed pussy flesh of each slave

14-Wanda – Rinse shit from enema off slave's legs to trough below

15-Katria – Rinse shit from enema off slave's legs to trough below

16-Wanda – Start next enema (mild Thai Hot Sauce solution)

17-Katria – Start next enema (mild Thai Hot Sauce solution)

18-Wanda – Whip with crop and knock off clothespins (ten on one leg)

19-Katria – Whip off next ten clothespins (ten on other leg)

20-Wanda – Whip off next ten clothespins (ten under one arm)

21-Katria – Whip off next ten clothespins (ten under other arm)

22-Wanda – Whip bound breast till ten clothespins fly off

23-Katria – Whip other bound breast till last clothespin is gone

24-Wanda – Use riding crop directly on pussy lips

Ingrid moaned softly. Her left tit was starting to engorge with blood. Soon, her right tit would be bound the same way. Already, someone was yanking it around to wrap a rope tightly around its base. The movement jostled the painful clothespins. It hurt, but was still bearable. Her body was stretched so tight that breathing was difficult. She felt a set of hands fumbling around her ass. "A woman's hands?" she asked herself. Something was being inserted into her ass. "It's not long," she thought. "What is it?" Something made the thing in her ass start to inflate and Ingrid hoped it was a butt plug and not an enema tube. Something started to drip into her ass and she knew it was a warm water enema. Almost instantly, her intestines started to cramp painfully. In her outstretched position, she couldn't move to relieve the cramps. A naked woman pressed up behind her and wrapped her arms around to her belly. The hands provided blessed relief as her bowels protested the warm solution. Ingrid was worried that relief now meant something far worse to come. It was almost as though Master wanted them to stay in the game longer. The cramping leveled off and the massaging hands kept it from worsening. The warm solution was easily felt as it swirled though her lower intestine.

The woman rubbing her tummy stopped and the hands returned to her ass. The plug loosened and the cramping slowly started to intensify. Her ass grommet, stretched for only a few minutes, was struggling to hold the enema solution inside. "Oh, my," she told herself, "now is when I need the massaging hands." She was right; the hands only eased the cramps during the flow into her intestines. Now that she was full, she needed the hands again.

"What's going on by my pussy," Ingrid asked herself. She felt something brush across one cunt lip and then the other. Finally, a third stroke crossed her partially open pussy entrance. The lips felt cool and then warm. "Oh, Fuck! Fuck! You bastard!" she could only shriek internally as the heat built up. There was no doubt that the furnace stoking up in her cunt was from liniment, albeit a small dose compared to the normal dildo load. "Eiii," it hurt so much that, while still silent, her spasming belly finally defeated her hold on the churning mass inside. Shit squirted liquidly shit out her ass and ran hotly down her legs. It was almost unnoticeable against the pain from her cunt. The smell couldn't be escaped though.

Sandy was in exactly the same situation. She also knew quickly that the gentile strokes across her lips and cunt meant trouble. Her enema was held back just a few seconds longer than Ingrid's; but squirt it did.

Each pain wracked slave felt warm water sliding down their lower bodies, sluicing off the stinking shit. The relief was only temporary as each soon felt the enema nozzle reinserted and the renewed flow of warm fluid into their intestines. This time, there were no gentle hands to ease the entry. "At least now, I'm empty. It shouldn't cramp so bad," reflected Ingrid. Then the burning sensation from her pussy was exceeded by that of her entire intestinal tract. It started off hot and rapidly felt like a blast furnace inside her. "Ahhh, ohhh. Fuck me it hurts," Ingrid's brain was overloaded with pain from her throbbing breasts, the stretched tight nipples and cunt lips that tortured her with every tiny movement, and her belly, intestine, and cunt. Pain was everywhere. Even her neck hurt from the painful backward pull on her helmet.

Pain exploded on an inner thigh. Again and again, she felt the strongly stinging blows. Ingrid couldn't tell, but the inexpert blows of Wanda were knocking the clothespins off her leg. After a few seconds of reprise, the blows started up on her other leg. Katria was no better with the crop. It took many more than ten blows by each girl to remove the twenty clothespins on her legs. Each spot continued to ache from the blows of the crop and the residual pain from the clamped wooden jaws. Ingrid was close to calling it quits. The pain was simply overwhelming her ability to will it away.

Sandy was in slightly better shape. A little more used to recent abuse than Ingrid was; nonetheless, the pain was building for Sandy. Then the blows started on her tender inner arm area. It was nearly too much. Unable to concentrate enough to prepare her for the next area to be struck, it was a total surprise to Sandy when the blows shifted to her right breast. She screamed in pain as her punisher missed the clothespin and struck the already outstretched nipple. The crop struck again, and again. More shrieks of pain and Sandy started to beg for release. "Enough, enough, Master. Mercy Master. Enough." Her voice weakened in agony and the humiliation of defeat. Even blind and deaf, she was certain she lost the battle. The blows stopped.

Ingrid noticed that the painful blows to her breast had stopped. It was silent. She started weeping, certain that she had cried out and lost. "Why else would the contest have ended?" she asked herself.

Aaron commanded Katria and Wanda to release the painful Thai Chili Sauce enema and flush out the women with a third, soothing enema. It would provide nearly instant release from the intestinal pain. While this was filling their bellies, the remainder of the clamps and lines were removed. Each remained blind and deaf. Finally, the last enema exploded out of their asses and each was rinsed off and taken down from the spreader bars.

Katria took Ingrid and Wanda took Sandy back to the bedroom area. Katria was to keep Ingrid in Bedroom 4A for the remainder of the day. She was to be bathed and pampered. The wax filling her ears was flushed out with warm water and Katria used her considerable sexual skills to wear out Ingrid sexually. Each slept chained in their bed. Katria had realized with horror that she had punished a Mistress when she unlaced the hood from the sweaty woman. If anything, it increased her respect for the two women who held out so valiantly against the painful torture. The two spent a relaxing and satisfying afternoon in bed.

Sandy, despite losing the contest was treated the same. She enjoyed the feel of the voluptuous Wanda. The woman had become skilled beyond imagination in oral sex. To Sandy, the juxtaposition of endless pleasure after her overwhelmingly painful experience made the sex all the sweeter. She may have lost the contest, but she had more climaxes and deeper releases than Ingrid. Sandy and Wanda were dead to the world when awakened for dinner.

--L--A--T--E--R--

It was the most unusual dinner that had ever taken place in the East Coast Slavers' warehouse. Aaron presided at the head of the table and a strange, mixed cast of players sat with him. Michael Mueller, fully dressed, sat with his feet cuffed to his chair at the opposite end of the long table. Puppy sat at Aaron's right hand side and Ingrid and Sandy sat to the right of Puppy. On the other side of the table were Regina Tyre (the brunette lawyer and representative of the Florida Bureau of Statewide Prosecution), Helen Powell (the black-haired member of the Florida Department of Law Enforcement), and Karen Rigden (the blonde undercover agent from the Customs Immigration and Enforcement Office. The last three women were also dressed in simple, but expensive, dresses taken from the defunct dress shop business of Cunt (formerly the beautiful, blonde-headed Belinda Maticevski). Cunt stood beside the table to provide service as required. Wanda Alvernon and Katria Sjogreen, the two soon to be high-priced companion slaves, were busy in the kitchen with dinner preparation.

Aaron raised his glass of red wine and said, "I propose a toast to our brave Helen and Regina who helped set the stage for the death of a drug lord and the downfall of his organization."

Still stunned and uncertain why they were at the table, Michael Mueller, the drug dealer's accountant, Karen, Helen, and Regina joined Aaron, Puppy, Ingrid, and Sandy in the toast.

Regina, the ever-sharp lawyer, remembered back to the rape in the van when she thought that cooperating with her captor might give her an edge to use later. In the long days since her abduction, rape, and introductory training, she had been unable to gain even the beginning of an opportunity. Instead, he kept all the women off-balance and uncertain about their future. "This meeting might change our destinies," she thought. The feeling of clothing recharged her and she regained some of her lost alertness.

The glass was again raised. "To your chance for a future." They all drank, each a little more eagerly than during the first toast. "Of course," Aaron added dryly, "there is always a cost for greater freedom. I think you will pay the price."

Mystified, but hopeful, the four captives sat silently as the first course came out. Cunt remained silent and respectful. The hairless, huge-breasted woman dished out salad and set down a basket of rolls before backing into a corner to await her next command.

After the salad, Aaron started in on his meal. He would explain what he had in mind slowly to allow everyone to digest the implications. Because of his rapid acquisition of wealth, he decided to rethink the entire mission of East Coast Slavers. Aaron now thought that destruction of evil in the form of organized and corporate white-collar crime would provide a ready source of income and guilty slaves deserving of punishment. He felt it best to punish the arrogant and guilty while somewhat protecting the innocent. The three law enforcement agents, Ingrid, and Sandy fit within that category. Of course, East Coast Slavers would not cease to exist; it would continue to fill orders for Steve Austin on the west coast. Aaron thought that the sale of the three women drawn too deeply into the drug world to the Egyptian as slaves was appropriate under his new moral thinking. Of course, Veronica's conversion to a bondage slave was proper given her complete alienation of Aaron as a husband and father.

"Michael has been working hard on a project this past week. I understand he has been enjoying the perks; at least, until yesterday when we delivered his playmates to the freighter," Aaron said. "Starting tomorrow, our three law enforcement agents will help him by reviewing his testimony and help adjust things for a masterful video confession of his crimes and detailed knowledge of the drug organization here in Florida. Ladies, he will backtrack the drug trail through the entire transit zone and purge himself of all knowledge of the source zone. You three have the chance to become heroes in the law enforcement world with this information. Later tonight I will break down the details for each of you in terms of what price you pay to take this video and evidence back to the real world."

Michael had some inkling that a release was possible as a result of his week's labor. Karen, Helen, and Regina were dumbfounded. They were afraid to fully believe it. Regina was the first among the four to speak during that meal. "Bbut, Master, how can you trust us enough to release everyone?" she asked.

"Insurance, dear, … insurance. Sorry Karen, but as Helen and Regina have already completed a hazardous, and rather unpleasant mission for me, they will take the video and evidence to the F.B.I. in Quantico, Virginia. There they will spin an artful tale of your successful undercover operation and the task force compromise by an incompetent Miami police force. The story will be that Karen heroically rescued Regina and Helen and delivered a captured drug accountant into their hands. You two will interrogate Michael in hiding because of your location; hidden on their drug vessel enroute to Cartegena, Colombia. Thus, you explain your inability to contact your agencies. In order to keep you safe and allow you to gather this evidence against these drug lords, Karen will have to remain undercover as the confidant to one of Oscar Lynden's key South American contacts. Karen, as his newfound lover will disappear with him into the jungles of Colombia. Later, one of you will come here in her stead and she will emerge to get her heroics appreciated by the F.B.I."

Again Regina spoke first. "This won't work, Master. How can we explain our own disappearance to take Karen's place?"

"Well, girls, it is the federal government that you will work for. When Helen and Regina join the F.B.I., you arrange with civilian personnel to share two job slots among the three of you. Women in federal service often do that to accommodate the demands of children and a professional life. I think four-month rotations will work fine. The one that remains here belongs to our organization. Therefore, you each get eight months of free time. If you want, we can talk about a six-month period as hostage and one year of freedom in between. However we do that, Karen will be the first 'hostage' for your good behavior. A sort of velvet prison thing; like in the Middle Ages."

Aaron looked at the silent women as they digested this mixed piece of news. Clearly, they were eager to escape. This need was offset by the fear of returning to allow another to go free. It was a tough decision.

"You don't realize this, but your role in the downfall of Oscar and his empire has made me very rich. Because of this, I am willing to make you this offer plus set aside money for your retirement. The amount and timing of this retirement fund is private for our discussion only. My arrangement with the accountant will be similar, but he will have an enjoyable, but supervised, exile period before he is free to rejoin society. Helen and Regina will have to set the stage for his eventual return by highlighting his willingness to help you once Karen here captured him."

Aaron Clarke already knew the amount of money he would place in each of the law enforcement agents' accounts. They would receive three hundred thousand dollars each, well hidden in an offshore account. Additional funds would be deposited each time the agents completed assigned tasks. If they stood behind their oaths, they would end up well compensated.

--L--A--T--E--R--

Aaron leaned back in his chair and looked at Puppy, Ingrid, and Sandy. It was time to explain their role in his post epiphany period. "Ingrid, you and Sandy belong to Puppy and I. You are our slaves. However, I am also willing to work out an arrangement with you two as well. This week I will set up an offshore account for each of you. Ingrid's account will contain her stolen inheritance plus one million dollars. Sandy, your account will start at one million. In five years time, you are each free to leave, or renegotiate your service to Puppy and I. In the meantime, nothing changes in your daily lives. You will keep your mandatory high standards or you will slip down in category through the various levels of slavery. Of course, even if you fail me utterly and become street whores in Bangkok, you will come back here for your freedom in five years. How you spend the interim time-frame is up to each of you."

Ingrid stood up and walked over to kneel by her Master. "Master, thank you. I will continue to do my best in your service.

Sandy also stood up and knelt down on the other side of Aaron. She made the same vow and placed her head on his lap.

Aaron glanced over at Puppy and smiled. He placed a hand on the heads of each of his number one slaves and blew Puppy a kiss. "Yes," he told himself, "life is fucking great."

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