Karen and Michelle’s Sad Story

 

 

 

 

Karen and Michelle’s Sad Story Part 2 Michelle’s Story Chapter 44

 

By Redlegtiger

Redlegtiger@hotmail.com

 

Please remember that this is fantasy and anyone thinking that they should do these things in real life, deserve to be locked up and have the key thrown away and play sissy slut to their cell mate for eternity.  If you are not at least 18 years of age please leave.

 

Chapter 44, Michelle and Aminda begin their story.

 

It was just approaching 6 pm when Tom got home.  When he walked in to the living room and saw Aminda and Michelle sitting on the couch he stopped and declared teasingly, “Who are you guys and what did you do with Aminda and Michelle?”

 

The two girls giggled and blushed as they stood up and turned around 360 degrees to show off their new clothes.  They each were wearing a Cami with Michelle wearing a peach colored one and Aminda a black one.  They both wore black hip hugger shorts.  But the real change was in the new hair styles and make up.  Always being the braver of the two, Aminda spoke up asking, “So what do you think Papa Tom?”

 

Tom smiled and answered, “I think I’ve died and gone to heaven.  I’m in the presence of two of the most beautiful angels on earth.”

 

Both Aminda and Michelle ran to him when he said that and hugged him, one on each side.  Michelle quietly said, “Thank you Uncle Tom.”

 

About that time, Sarah came out of the dining area and announced, “Dinners ready guys.  Come and get it.”

 

They all spent a wonderful time eating dinner.  Aminda and Michelle started to go to Tom and Nancy’s spots to kneel but remembered at the last minute that they didn’t have to do that anymore.  They took their seats and ate a normal meal.  They all talked about their days activities.  Tom laughed at some of the antics that the girls used to describe their day of shopping.  When they were done eating he asked, “So do I get a fashion show so I can see what my money bought?”

 

Nancy threw her napkin at Tom and with a smile said accusingly, “What do you mean your money.  The last time I looked, we were a family.”

 

Tom held up his hands and laughingly said, “I know, I know, it’s our money.  Now how about that fashion show?”

 

After they all pitched in to clean up the dinner dishes, Aminda, Michelle and Sarah went up and changed into new outfits.  They decided that they would all change into similar outfits with each change and then go in one at a time.  They began with pants outfits, then skirt and blouse combinations, and finally dresses.  Tom and Nancy sat on the couch and clapped and cheered as each girl came in.  They spent the next couple of hours having a fashion show. 

 

When the time was finally reaching 9:30 pm, the three girls decided it was time to end the show and get ready for bed.  They decided they would model their new night clothes.  They each wore a baby doll nightie.  Michelle’s was a sheer white that did nothing to hide her tits and pussy, Aminda’s was a sheer red and you could see the hint of her tits and pussy and Sarah’s was an opaque baby blue color that you couldn’t see through but it was very form fitting.  None of them left much to the imagination.  Sarah was very nervous about wearing it in front of her dad but the other two had talked her into it.  Aminda and Michelle had no qualms what so ever about wearing them.  They were used to showing off their bodies.  This was downright conservative by comparison to what they would normally wear. 

 

They decided that they would all go down the stairs together this time instead of individually.  Aminda led the way with Sarah in the middle and Michelle bringing up the rear.  When they came down the stairs, Nancy gasped in surprise.  She had no idea that they had gotten the sexy lingerie.  Tom’s eyes opened wide in surprise and his cock got hard almost instantly.  He picked up a pillow and put it on his lap to cover up his erection.  When the girls got in front of the couch they stopped and turned completely around at the same time. 

 

Tom and Nancy were too stunned at the erotic display to say anything.  Each of the girls went up to Tom and hugged and kissed him good night and told him thank you for the new clothes.  They then did the same thing with Nancy.  When they were done with the kisses and hugs, Sarah stepped forward and said, “The reason we decided to dress up for bed is that we’ve had a fun and busy day shopping.  We are all tired and decided that we wanted to go to bed early.”

 

The girls went up to their rooms and spent the next twenty minutes putting away the clothes they modeled and all of the clothes they didn’t model.  About the time Aminda and Michelle were finishing up, Sarah came in from her room and as she entered, put her little digital recorder on the vanity.  Neither Aminda nor Michelle noticed.

 

Sarah sat on their bed and waited until they were done.  Then they all sat down and talked about the day for a while.  Finally Sarah asked, “Would you both tell me what it was like growing up as slaves?  I can’t imagine what it must have been like.  Don’t leave out any of the details, I want to know everything.”

 

There was a long pregnant pause as Aminda and Michelle thought about Sarah’s request.  Aminda was staring at Sarah as she thought about it but Michelle was looking at Aminda as if she was seeking permission to speak.  Nothing was said but Sarah picked up on that little dynamic.  Aminda finally turned toward Michelle and nodded to her saying, “You tell the story and I’ll fill in the gaps.”

 

Michelle sighed to steel her resolve and said, “It’s getting late so I’ll just start with what it was like growing up before we went to school.  If it would be alright with you Sarah, could we tell a single part of the story each time before we go to bed?  Otherwise we’ll be up forever.”

 

Sarah shook her head yes saying, “That would be perfect.  I think that will make it easier.”

 

Michelle began their story.

 

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I guess the best way to start is to describe how we were raised.  First thing to understand is that we weren’t raised as sex slaves our whole lives.  We led somewhat normal lives, just as any other kid did.  The big difference was that discipline was a major part of growing up.  Both Aminda and I were raised in nearly identical ways.  So when I describe how I was raised, I am also describing how she was raised as well.

 

As far back as I can remember my normal daily ritual was to get up and go to Mistress Tyree’s room.  She had a cedar chest at the end of her bed and I had to kneel on the floor and lay down over the chest.  I had to stay that way until she got up.  I didn’t dare be late either.  I was to always be in that position when she woke up or my punishment was doubled. 

 

When Mistress Tyree woke up she would get out of bed and take care of her morning duties and then come back to me.  She would then spank me ten times.  When I was very young she used her hand.  As I got bigger she graduated to a paddle or a belt.  I was six I think when she did that.  If I was late getting there, I got twenty swats.  The thing to understand is that I wasn’t being spanked for anything I did wrong.  At first I thought that she was spanking me because I was a bad girl.  But after I became a sex slave, I realized that she was just conditioning me to accept punishment without question or complaint. 

 

After she spanked me, Mistress Tyree would give me the clothes she wanted me to wear for the day.  I never got to choose what I wore.  It was always decided by my mistress.  She would usually dress me up in short mini dresses and white frilly panties, with knee high white socks and penny loafers.  She really liked the old fashioned little girl look.  I must also add that when I went to school dressed like that, all of the other kids, except Aminda and Lisa, made fun of me and teased me because I was dressed so funny.  I would never have survived without their support.  At least Aminda’s mom and dad allowed her to dress like a normal kid.  That’s how we began to become so close.

 

Any way, when I was dressed the way mistress wanted she would take me down to the kitchen.  She would fill a dog dish with slave gruel.  I didn’t know what it was then, but I now know that’s what it was.  She would then take a bottle out of the refrigerator and pour white creamy stuff all over it.  She would then put the bowl on the floor and order me to eat my breakfast.  While I was eating my food, she would fix her own breakfast.  It always smelled delightful to me but she never let me eat the same food she ate unless she had a lot left over.  Then if she felt like it, she would put the scraps from her plate in my bowl to eat.  It was absolutely delicious when she did that.  It was a lot better than that musky white stuff all over the tasteless slave gruel.  I finally figured out when I was sent to Clearview that the white stuff was cum.  I don’t know where she got the stuff from, but she never ran out of it.  Every morning she had a full bottle of the stuff.  

 

I remember a couple of times about two years apart when I refused to eat when the food was set on the floor.  I think I was six and eight when I did that.  Mistress got real mad at me and used the belt on my ass.  I don’t remember how long she spanked me with that big old belt, but it seemed to go on forever.  The first time it was probably about forty times.  The second time was way more.  All I remember was screaming and begging her to stop.  Getting ten swats every morning was bad enough, but this was true punishment.  By the time she was done, my ass was so sore that I couldn’t sit down comfortably. 

 

After that second time, she hogtied my hands to my ankles behind my back and left me that way all day while she went to work at the high school.  I remember crying off and on all day long from the pain.  I couldn’t yell for help because she had me gagged.  I lay like that in the middle of the kitchen floor with the bowl of gruel in front of my face.  She didn’t come home for lunch or anything.  I stayed like that all day long.  By the end of the day the white stuff on the gruel was starting to stink.

 

Mistress got home about four in the afternoon but she just went about her normal routine and ignored me.  I wanted to tell her I was sorry and would eat my gruel and beg for mercy, but the gag wouldn’t let me.  She made me lay like that until after she finished her dinner and then she untied me.  I was so stiff that I could barely move.  I finally got up on all fours and began to lean down to eat when she took the bowl away. 

 

I looked up at her and pleaded with her to let me eat.  I was so hungry by then I would have eaten anything.  She told me to kneel back on my ankles with my legs spread shoulder width apart.  She then made me clasp my hands behind my back and then while looking down to the ground, beg for her to feed me.  By the time I was in the right position for her, I begged and begged, crying the whole time.  She made me beg for a full hour before she fed me.  I was crying uncontrollably as I begged by the time she let me have the bowl of gruel from that morning.  By then that white stuff that it was covered in tasted terrible.  From that point on, I had to beg for my food at every meal just like that. 

 

I know your probably thinking, ‘Why didn’t you tell someone?’  I made the mistake of doing that once in the third grade about a month after that.  Aminda and I played together all of the time as far back as I can remember.  I hadn’t told her about the daily punishments or how I had to beg for my food.  I remembered the school encouraging us to tell someone if we were being abused so one Saturday when I was playing at Aminda’s house next door, I told her mom.  She told me that she would take care of it and immediately took my and Aminda’s hands and walked over to Mistress’s house.  Aminda was surprised because she had no clue as to what was happening

 

When we got in the house, Aminda’s mom had us sit down on the couch.  She asked Mistress Tyree to join her in the kitchen to discuss things.  I remember feeling relieved that everything was going to stop.  When I turned from the kitchen where they had gone and looked at Aminda and told her what had been happening and that I told her mom about it.  She started shaking in fear and had tears running down her cheeks.  When I asked her why she was crying she told me, “You shouldn’t have told anyone.  We are both going to be punished very severely now.  I’ve seen mom like this before and it’s going to be real bad.”

 

I didn’t understand what she was talking about and why her mom would be mad at her but soon both her mom and Mistress came out of the kitchen.  Mistress had a large coil of rope in her hand and Aminda’s mom had two big wooden paddles.  They didn’t say anything as they put the stuff on the coffee table and moved it to the center of the room.  Mistress came and pulled me roughly up by the hand while Aminda’s mom pulled her up.  They forced us to kneel on the floor on either end of the coffee table and lay down towards each other.  The table was long enough that our heads were next to each other so that if we faced each other we were looking into each others eyes.

 

They pulled our arms up so that our arms were over each others backs.  Then they started wrapping the rope around us and the coffee table.  They wrapped it so tightly that we could hardly breathe.  The rope was rough and very scratchy.  I learned much later that it was a hemp rope.  When they had us tied down to the table, the only things exposed were our heads and every thing below the waist.  They had a bit of rope left that they used to tie our knees to the table.  We couldn’t move at all.

 

Aminda’s mom put a paddle on each of our backs.  They left us like that while they went back to the kitchen and ate lunch.  By then we were both crying pitifully.  Aminda was right it was going to be bad.  I felt so bad that she was going to be punished for what I did.  I began begging her to forgive me.  All through lunch I cried and begged for Aminda to forgive me.  She just lay there crying and shaking in fear like she had done this before, which I found out later was in fact a routine thing for her whenever she got into trouble.

 

They made us wait like that for an hour while they fixed lunch and ate.  When they came back in, Aminda’s mom took her place behind Aminda and Mistress Tyree took hers behind me.  They didn’t say anything, they just picked up the paddles and began spanking us.  They spanked us for about ten minutes and then sat down and chatted like nothing was happening.  We cried and cried for quite a long while.  When we both stopped crying, they got up and started spanking us again only Aminda’s mom spanked me and Mistress Tyree Spanked Aminda.  Again they spanked us for about ten minutes and then took a break until we stopped crying.

 

They repeated that process for the rest of the afternoon until dinner time.  The whole time Aminda and I were being punished, we were looking into each others eyes.  I thought she would hate me for causing her to get punished, but I could see in her eyes only sorrow and a bit of relief in them.  At dinner time I thought we would be let loose but Aminda’s mom just left and went home.  We were left tied like that and not fed any dinner.  I thought that surely we would be let up afterwards but we weren’t.  We were left tied like that all night long to think about why we had been punished.

 

We lay like that with our backsides burning from the spanking.  I couldn’t see how bad it was but I had never hurt like that before.  I knew that Aminda was suffering the same way.  I kept crying and asking her if she would forgive me.  She refused to say anything though.  She just gave me that look.  It was only after Aminda was sure that Mistress Tyree had gone to sleep that she finally said anything.  She whispered almost too quiet to hear, “I forgive you Michelle.  You had no way of knowing what would happen.  This is how I am punished whenever I do something wrong.  The reason I didn’t answer you is because when mom or dad punish me like this, they won’t let me talk.  If I do, they punish me twice as bad.  Tell me, what did you tell my mom that caused them to punish us?”

 

When I heard her say she forgave me I was so relieved that I almost didn’t catch what else she said.  When I heard her ask me what I said to her mom, I told her about what Mistress Tyree had been doing to me and how I remembered what they told us in school about telling someone if we were being abused.  I told her how I decided to tell her mom about it when she had gone to the bathroom.  That was when she grabbed our hands and brought us over to my mistress’ house.  I apologized again to her and asked her to forgive me.

 

She looked me in the eye and told me, “The reason I was punished was because I didn’t stop you from telling on your Aunt Tyree.  I’ve had it ingrained in me for as long as I can remember that I am never to mention anything that goes on at home to anybody.  One time I told Lisa about my mom and dad having another couple over and that they all had sex together in the living room while I was supposed to be in bed.  When Lisa’s mom told my mom about what Lisa had told her, I was punished like this then.  I learned my lesson.  Because you and I are such friends, I guess mom expected me to pass that lesson along to you.  When you told her what you did, she knew that the lesson had to be severe.  I guess that she punished me along with you so that you would feel worse about what you did.”

 

By the way, I know I’ve mentioned Lisa twice now.  Lisa was our other friend that we ran around with.  We called ourselves the three Amigo’s because we were so tight.  I’ll tell you more about her in a little bit. 

 

The next morning Mistress Tyree came down stairs from her bedroom and fixed breakfast.  It was only after she finished eating that Mistress came out to the living room and sat down on the couch.  She asked me, “Do you know why you were punished Michelle?”

 

I answered, “Yes Mistress.  I was punished because I told someone else about what went on in this house.  I shouldn’t tell anyone about anything that happens here, isn’t that correct Mistress?”

 

Mistress Tyree was a bit surprised that I knew why I had been punished without her telling me.  She said and asked, “That’s very good Michelle. Now why was Aminda punished?” 

 

I was worried that if I said the truth that we would be punished again for talking.  But I also knew that if I didn’t answer we would be punished.  So I just told the truth.  I answered, “Because she has been punished before for telling someone about what goes on in her house.  Because we are best friends, she should have told me that telling anyone anything about what goes on in our houses would result in severe punishment.”

 

It seemed like Aminda and I waited forever before Mistress Tyree finally said, “I see that you two had a little conversation after I went to bed last night.  While I know that Aminda’s rules preclude her from talking when she is punished like this, I didn’t tell you that you couldn’t talk so I’ll let it slide.  Now I want to know if you are going to ever tell anyone else about what goes on in this house?”

 

I of course answered, “Oh no Mistress Tyree.  I’m sorry I told anyone.  I’ll never tell anyone ever again.  I promise Mistress.”  I was crying almost uncontrollably by the time I finished promising to never tell again.

 

Mistress Tyree sat there with a stern and angry look on her face and said, “I’m glad that you learned your lesson so quickly.  However, your punishment isn’t over.  To make sure that you have learned your lesson, for the next month both you and Aminda will be punished like this after dinner so that you can think about the consequences of making that mistake again.  Next time I promise that the punishment will be much worse.  Tonight you will eat over at Aminda’s house and be punished by them.  The next night, you two will come here and your dad and I will punish you and Aminda.  We will rotate like that until the month is over.  You will spend each night tied up like you are now so I hope you like it.  When I release you both, you will find breakfast on the floor by the table.  There is a bowl there for each of you.  Michelle, you will no longer go to the babysitter after school.  Jenny, Aminda’s mom, doesn’t work and she has graciously offered to watch you after school.  Since they live next door, that will make it much more convenient.  Oh and Aminda, from now on your mom is going to give you a morning spanking like I give Michelle.”

 

Mistress Tyree got up off of the couch and picked up the paddle on my back and gave me ten hard swats.  When she was done with me, she put the paddle on the couch and picked up the one on Aminda and gave her ten swats on the ass.  Then she put her paddle on the couch.  She untied us from the coffee table so we could both eat our breakfast.  We were both starving after not having eaten since the previous morning. 

 

As soon as I was untied I got on my knees in front of my Mistress and begged, “Please may I have breakfast now Mistress?”

 

Aminda watched in amazement at me begging to eat breakfast.  When she saw that Mistress hadn’t given me permission yet she quickly got down next to me and begged to eat breakfast as well.  Once she had assumed the same position I had and begged properly, Mistress finally gave permission for us to eat breakfast saying, “Aminda, from now on you will be expected to beg for each of your meals, even at home.  Your breakfast is waiting for you so go ahead and eat, then go take a shower.  You two are filthy.”

 

Aminda and I got up and went to the kitchen and I got down on all fours and began to eat my gruel with the white stuff on it.  Aminda turned up her nose at it and asked, “How can you eat that crap.  No wonder you said something.  At least I get normal food at home.”

 

Mistress Tyree was at the entrance to the kitchen and heard Aminda.  She responded with a matter of fact, “Not any more Aminda.  This is what you can expect to eat from now on.  Your mother and I had a long talk yesterday.  You two are going to be trained exactly the same way from now on.  That includes how you are punished, how you eat, everything.  You two are almost inseparable anyway so it only made sense to train you together.  That way when one of you is unhappy about how things are going, you can support each other.  We both think that in the long run you will become much more obedient that way.

 

That was the first time that either of us had any inkling that we were being raised to be something other than normal kids.  What she meant by being trained, neither of us knew at that time.  It would be five more years before we truly learned the horror of what we were being trained for. 

 

Any way, Aminda got down on her hands and knees and began to slowly eat the gruel with the white stuff on it.  It was obvious that it was her first time eating it because she acted like it was the most putrid stuff she’d ever eaten.  She had a hard time eating it.  It took her twice as long as it did me to eat.  When I was done I waited until she was done.  Then we both picked up our bowl and washed them out and set them in the drainer to dry. 

 

After we were done, we picked up our clothes and went to the bathroom and took a bath together.  That was the first chance we had to really inspect our asses.  In the bathroom we took a few minutes to examine each other.  Her ass was starting to turn black and blue from the horrible spanking we received.  I knew mine most likely looked the same because it hurt as bad as hers looked.  I ran the bath water and put in some bubble bath.  We then got in and took a bath together for the first time.  There was nothing sexual or sensual about it.  It was just two eight year old girls getting cleaned up and tending to each other after a mutual punishment. 

 

Somehow our punishments never seemed to get completed.  The evening punishment became a normal part of our life.  We alternated nights at each others houses.  For the first month we were punished like we had been that afternoon.  It was hard to hide how much pain we were in when we had to go to school, but we knew that if we said anything the punishment would be a lot worse.  Neither of us wanted to experience anything worse than what we were already going through.  If we had been good, we only got ten swats at night and didn’t get tied down.  If we did something bad then it was a full tied down punishment.  They always punished both of us together after that.  If one of us got in trouble, we were both punished.  More than anything else, that is what drove us together and caused our relationship to become so close.

 

That was pretty much the way things went for us from then on.  It was at the end of our 6th grade year of school when Lisa was having her 13th birthday party that things really began to change.  Aminda and I had already turned 13.  We had gotten up and went down to get breakfast on that morning.  When we entered the room, Mistress Tyree said, “Linda Murrow called while you were in the bathroom.  Saturday, two weeks from yesterday is Lisa’s birthday.  Her mom wants to give her a surprise slumber party for her birthday.  She wanted to know if either of you wanted to attend.  I told her that you would but only if you are on your best behavior.  So between now and then, if you are good girls, we’ll let you go.  I’ve already cleared it with your parent’s Aminda.  You were to be with me then anyway.  We also decided that next Friday will be your last punishment until after the party.  That will give your sore tail ends a week to heal before the party.  We’ll start the punishment regimen over again the night after the slumber party.  And yes you heard right, your punishment will begin again, just as if you had never started it.  If it gets interrupted again before it is completed, we’ll start over again.  And again…and again…and again until you have received your complete punishment in one shot.

 

Any way, we were both on our best behavior for the next two weeks.  We were allowed to go get a small birthday present for Lisa and as promised, the spankings stopped for the week before the party.  Our asses were almost completely healed by then. 

 

There were about a dozen kids at the party.  After the party was over, there were seven girls that were staying the night.  Just like most girls our age we told stories to each other and talked about everything under the sun.  The topic soon turned to boys.  Most of them were of the consensus that boys were a pain.  Aminda started talking about finding her dads playboys and hustler magazines as well as some other hard core porn magazines.  That prompted a conversation about what sex was all about and a discussion about what our bodies looked like.  Aminda challenged everyone saying, “Hey, let’s get naked so we can check each other out.” 

 

Lisa whispered quietly, “We can’t do that.  Mom might come in and catch us.  She’d kill me.”

 

Aminda, almost always the dominant one of the group looked at me and ordered, “Go check and see if Lisa’s mom is asleep.  It’s past midnight so I bet she is.  Do you all agree that if she’s asleep that we’ll all get naked so we can take turns checking each other out or are you all too chicken?”

 

None of the girls wanted to be called chicken so they all agreed that if Lisa’s mom was asleep they would do it.  While Aminda was getting them to agree, I was sneaking down to Linda Murrow’s bedroom in the small house.  I listened at the door and heard a soft snoring.  I gently turned the knob and pushed the door in just enough so I could see into the room.  I could immediately see that Lisa’s mom was sound asleep.  She was also wearing a very sheer night gown and I could see her big full tits.  I stood there mesmerized for a couple of minutes wishing I looked like that.  I gently closed the door and quietly went back to Lisa’s room and told them that the coast was clear. 

 

Everyone just kind of sat there looking at each other waiting for someone to make the first move.  Aminda was the first to stand and start stripping.  As she stood up she ordered, “Michelle, why don’t you get naked and lay down in the middle of the circle.  You’ll be the first one we examine.  After we’ve all satisfied our curiosity, we’ll each take a turn in the center of the circle.”

 

I was very nervous because that was the first time that I had ever undressed in front of a bunch of girls other than Aminda, her parents or Mistress.  When I lay down on the floor on my back, I closed my eyes as if that way they wouldn’t see me.  After a few moments I felt hands all over my body feeling me and pinching me.  I felt them touch me on my cunny as I knew it back then.  It wasn’t a sexual type of touch, but just an exploration of something forbidden like when kids play doctor.  We were all getting a bit giddy at it.  I started feeling a little flutter in my stomach after a few moments.  Just as I was beginning to feel really good, Aminda called time.  Lisa was the next one in the middle and we all took turns touching and examining her.  It took about five to ten minutes for each person to get their turn in the center.  Remember that this wasn’t really heavy petting or anything like that, but just looking and exploring.  We compared our bodies with all of the others.  It really helped us understand that even though we were all a bit different, we were all the same when it came to all of the basic parts and things like that. 

 

Aminda went last.  After we were done with her, she sat up and said, “Now let’s talk about what we experienced and what kind of thoughts we had while it was happening.”

 

Everyone blushed at what she said.  I know that some of them must have had some pretty racy thoughts by the way they blushed.  Aminda started by sharing her thoughts saying, “As I was lying there with you all touching me and feeling me all over, I dreamed that I had been kidnapped and turned into a sex slave.  I imagined kneeling naked at the feet of my Master.  He was having a party.  They were all men and they were all clothed.  I was the only one naked.  I imagined that he made me lay down in the middle of the floor and that they were the ones touching me.”

 

Everyone at the party was astounded, even me.  I never knew that side of Aminda.  As it turned out, her fantasy ended up to be pretty accurate as to the life we would live.  None of us could even come close to topping that.  Most of us didn’t even try.  Lisa was the only one that even came close.  She told us her thoughts saying, “As I was lying there I thought that I was trapped at school in the gym with a bunch of boys and a teacher.  They had stripped me and held me while the teacher started doing all kinds of nasty things to me.  While he was doing them the other boys were touching me all over.”

 

I had begged off telling them what I was thinking because I thought they would make fun of me.  Aminda and Lisa wouldn’t let me get away from it and they were all soon telling me that it was only fair that I share like they did.  Finally I gave in and whispered in a rush, “I…I…I imagined that I was a slave to Aminda and Lisa and they were making me lay down in the middle of a bunch of boys and let them touch me all over.”

 

Everyone stared at me for several minutes after that, especially Aminda and Lisa.  Aminda finally announced that that was pretty much the end of the story telling as we were all getting tired and should go to bed.  No one ever said anything about what we did.  But the relationship of Aminda, Lisa and my self changed at that party.  We became even closer. 

 

We continued to grow up together and do all sorts of outrageous stuff together.  Lisa was the first of us to start doing things with boys.  Soon after that she started sucking off the boys of the neighborhood.  She told us that she started thinking about it because of the party.  About a month later, she let some of the neighborhood boys talk her into going to the high school’s football field.  They wanted her to strip so they could see a girl naked for the first time.  They snuck up into the announcer’s booth and while the four boys watched, she stripped out of her clothes.  She took turns sucking each of them but they were too young to cum.  She enjoyed the excitement and the humiliation of the experience though. 

 

It wasn’t long before one of the older boys that she had a thing for, heard about her exploits.  You know how boys are about bragging about their conquests.  Those four boys she had sucked off spread the word to all of their friends.  The guy told her that he could do something with his dick.  Well she had seen how big a bulge he had in his pants and desperately wanted to see it so when he asked her to follow him to his basement, she readily agreed. 

 

When they got to his basement, he stopped her and told her to strip as he took off his clothes.  She didn’t even hesitate.  There she was with her crush and he wanted to do something with her that she found exciting.  When they were naked he ordered her to suck him.  She got down on her knees and began to suck him with all of the effort and minimal expertise that she had.  Well it ended up that the thing that he could do with his dick was the one thing she hadn’t experienced.  She was sucking away while she played with herself with one hand.  All of a sudden he started cumming in her mouth.  She was so surprised that she thought he was peeing and pulled off of him and his second shot hit her at the top of her nose, between the eyes.  She quickly put her mouth back over his dick and sucked the rest of his cum down her throat.  She liked it so much that she began to regularly ask him to let her suck him off.  He was in heaven.  Here he was with a younger neighbor girl who would suck him off whenever he got the urge.

 

Shortly after that she ran into two brothers.  They quickly became her most frequent partners in her youthful debauchery.  They were also the roughest and most dominating of any of them.  They had a natural kinky, dominant side to them.  I think that their parents belonged to the Coch Organization too.  Any way, she told us that the older one was the first one to pee in her mouth.  Then the younger one did it too.  They threatened to tell everyone about what she did.  She begged them not to tell and ended up having to do whatever they told her.  There were times that they made her suck one of them off while the other switched her ass with a birch switch.

 

Neither Aminda nor I got involved in that kind of stuff though.  During our regular punishment sessions, it was driven into our heads that we were not to let boys touch us until we were told it was okay.  They told us that there was nothing wrong with sex.  It was just that Aminda’s mom and dad told her that they would pick the time and place and whom she would give her cherry up to.  Mistress Tyree made it abundantly clear that Master Darrell would decide when I would give up mine. 

 

Both of us were so afraid of the punishment that we would receive that we didn’t even entertain the idea of doing anything with boys.  We did however masturbate ourselves to orgasm as we listened to Lisa’s exploits and wished that we could take part in them with her.  But we didn’t dare.  We did use shoelaces to tie each other up.  At times, one of us would tie up the other around their cunt lips and ass until they were totally exposed.  Then the other one would masturbate the one tied up while we listened to Lisa’s exploits.  It made for some rather exciting sessions for us girls.

 

The only other thing of note to add, that happened before we went away to Clearview when we turned 13, was when Lisa’s mom got married during the summer before we left.  She ended up marrying Vincent Anderson, the local policeman.  He was a member of the organization and forced Lisa to stop seeing boys.  She still did though.  She was just too much of a slut to give them up.  She hated him for it and for what he was doing to her mother.  She told us that he was turning her into a sex slave and was threatening to do the same thing to her.  She hated him with a passion like I had never seen.  As much as she loved telling us about the older boys who forced her to do things and switched her, I thought she was making a mountain out of a mole hill.  I think she was angrier at him taking her mom’s attention away from her than she was at what he was trying to do to her.  I really think she would have enjoyed it more if he had just taken her against her will and forced her.

 

…………

 

Michelle looked over at Aminda and Sarah and said, “I’m getting tired.  That’s about all I can think of about our growing up.  Next time we can talk about our first few days at Clearview.  That is when our training and humiliation truly begins.  Aminda, is there anything that I missed?”

 

Aminda shook her head no as she said, “No you covered everything, including some things that I had forgotten about.  But I’m with you, it’s getting late and I’m getting tired.  But I’m also horny as all get out.  Let’s all three make love right here on the bed and then go to sleep.”

 

Sarah didn’t say anything but ‘Cool’ as she stood up and started stripping out of her baby doll nightie.  The other two girls followed suit and they were soon positioned on the bed with Aminda’s head in Sarah’s Cunt for the first time, Sarah’s was in Michelle’s and Michelle’s head was in Aminda’s.  They began eating each other out with a passion.  After each of them had about five good cums each they finally quit.  Sarah gave both Aminda and Michelle a deep passionate kiss, sharing the juices that covered each others faces.  Then she got up and headed to the bathroom door.  She passed close enough to the vanity to grab her recorder on the way out. 

 

Both Aminda and Michelle had turned on their sides to face each other and didn’t notice Sarah’s little detour by the vanity.  They both declared their love for one another and stared into each others eyes as they cuddled facing each other.  That was how they stayed as each of them quickly fell asleep at almost the same time.

 

………

 

Up in Washington, after Bill and Pete left that evening, Karen sat there by herself in the living room in thought.  Greg had left to replace Sam on outside watch.  She had responsibility for providing in house security that night. 

 

Karen was trying to remember who Brittany’s brother was.  She was going through all of her experiences that she had gone through to try and find a clue as to his identity.  She had spent a considerable amount of time reliving many of the sordid events of her abuse at Darrell’s and other’s hands.  Then the memory of that night behind the liquor store came rushing back to her and all of the events preceding it.  She brightened up and said out loud to the empty room, “The guy they’re looking for is Paul Young.  That is Brittany’s brother.  It doesn’t surprise me that he would take over the hunt from Keplar.  I always thought he was a creep.  He has to be a member of the organization now.”

 

Karen immediately picked up her cell phone and dialed the number she had for Pete.  When he answered and said hello she said, “I think I’ve figured out who the head hunter is.  He participated in one of my first gang rapes.  That should be enough to get your warrant to arrest him.  While you’re at it, pick up that bitch Brittany.  She was responsible for enslaving at least 15 girls when she was a young teenager.  I’m sure she has managed to ensnare quite a few more by now.  If you can arrange for me to have a little private time with her, I’ll have a little Q & A with her like I did with the other guys and see if I can get her to spill any useful information.  You won’t be able to use it for the arrest or trial but it will give you an idea of who and where to look for.  Any way the guy you want is Paul Young.  That has to be why she was so concerned about her brother when she visited Darrell and Wayne.  A visit to Darrell would make sense since their married, but why Wayne.  If Paul took the hunting responsibility over from Wayne, then it would make sense for her to meet both.”

 

Karen went on to explain how Brittany forced girls at school to become her and her friends slaves.  How she became involved with the organization and how she forced the girls to give up their virginities at the party where she was branded.  She ended with telling how those girls testified against her in church and how Brittany and her friends, along with all of the girls they had enslaved were given full ride scholarships to attend Clearview where they could be trained as subs and Doms.  Pete assured her that she had given them enough information to get another warrant for both Brittany Mitchell and Paul Young.  Pete promised that he would call her in the morning when they had things ready with the warrants and where to go.

 

Just as Karen was hanging up the phone, Sam came in the living room.  She gave Karen a huge smile and asked, “Is that offer from this morning still good?”

 

Karen was excited at the question because she knew that she would be able to have a wonderful night of sex with Sam.  She beamed a thousand watt smile at her and answered, “Any time you want.”

 

Sam started walking to the bedroom as she began unbuttoning her company issued shirt with the security company’s logo on it.  She turned her head toward Karen as she continued to the bedroom and said, “Do you mind if I use your shower.  I feel kind of grungy after a hard days work.  Feel free to join me if you want.”  She took off her top and dropped it in the middle of the doorway as she entered.

 

That was an invitation that Karen wasn’t about to pass up.  She immediately got up and went to her room.  She picked up Sam’s blouse from the doorway as she entered her room.  She noticed that there was a Kevlar vest in the chair that was similar to the one Gregg had given her, along with the rest of Sam’s clothes.  Karen threw the shirt on the pile of clothes in the chair and quickly stripped out of her own.  She entered the bathroom where she saw a naked Sam leaning in and adjusting the temperature of the water.

 

Sam hadn’t noticed that Karen had entered the bathroom. Karen snuck up behind her and leaned over her as she reached around her.  All at once Karen grabbed Sam’s tits as she leaned against Sam’s back with all her weight.  Karen and Sam were almost the same height so it was easy for Karen to lean her head in and begin chewing on her ear as she squeezed and kneaded her tits. 

 

Sam was initially startled when Karen grabbed her but quickly realized who it was.  When she felt Karen begin to chew and nibble on her ear she reached her hand back and put it on the back of Karen’s head and pulled her in tighter.  She then let out a purr of contented lust as she felt the feelings that Karen was igniting in her spread through her body.

 

It was only when the room was full of steam that Karen broke the embrace and said, “Finish adjusting the water and get in.  I’ll get a wash cloth and some towels for us.  I’ll join you in a sec.”

 

Karen went to the bathroom linen closet and got the rag and towels.  She put the towels on the towel rack next to the shower stall and got a douche bottle out of the cabinet drawer.  She quickly measured out the right amount of vinegar and added some raspberry smelling salts to it.  When she had everything ready she joined Sam. 

 

Karen hung the rag on the bar and picked up the bottle of shampoo.  She squirted a large amount in her hand and rubbed her hands together.  Then she began to wash Sam’s thick lustrous hair.  When it was good and lathered she reached over and grabbed the bottle of raspberry body wash and squirted a large amount on the rag.  She then began a slow sensuous massage/wash of Sam’s entire body.  She spent an inordinate amount of time on Sam’s nice 34 B tits and then she put the rag down and squirted some more body wash in her hand.  Then she reached around Sam from behind and as she pressed her full body into Sam’s back she reached her hands down and began to thoroughly wash her pussy hair and her cunt.

 

Karen allowed Sam to be washed clean of the soap as she began to finger Sam’s cunt and clit.  She picked up the douche with her free hand as she continued fingering her cunt.  Sam was almost out of it from the stimulation that Karen was causing.  She didn’t notice the douche until Karen had inserted the nozzle into her cunt and began to squeeze the warm contents of the bottle into her love canal.  The warmth of the douche was enough to put her over the edge and make her cum. 

 

As Sam was coming down from her first good cum from another person in the last year, Karen rinsed the douche bottle and refilled it with warm water.  She then brought it down and gave Sam a rinsing douche.  When Karen was done, Sam turned around and put her arms around Karen’s neck and hugged her close so she could kiss her.  When she released the kiss she said, “Get under the water and I’ll return the favor.  Where’s the stuff for the douche?”

 

Karen just smiled and said, “You’ll find everything you need in the bottom right drawer.”

 

Sam got out and prepared the douche and returned to the shower.  She took her time and did everything that Karen had done for her.  By the time she had finished, Karen had enjoyed three good cums.  Finally she had to tell Sam, “Let’s get dried off and go to bed where we can continue this.”

 

They got out of the shower and took turns drying each other off and then went to bed.  They spent the next three hours making sweet glorious love to each other.  Finally after they had most thoroughly exhausted each other, they broke apart and lay back on the bed to catch their breath.

 

After about a fifteen minute lull in the conversation, Karen asked, “So Sam, what is your relationship with Gregg?  I’ve seen the way you look at him.”

 

Sam was startled that Karen had hit on such a sore subject.  She hesitated several minutes before she decided that she had to share her story with someone.  She had never told anyone and really needed a confidant.

 

Having finally made her decision she began telling Karen everything.  She began, “You have to promise me that this will stay between me and you.  No one can ever know.”

 

Karen turned over on her side to look at Sam, instinctively knowing that what was about to be said was extremely important to Sam.  She looked into Sam’s eyes and promised, “I promise that I will tell no one what you share.  I could never do that to someone I care about.”

 

Sam took a deep breath to steady her self and began, “Gregg and I went to the same training class with the Secret Service.  I noticed that he was the best in the class in just about everything we trained in.  Most of the other males resented the fact that I was joining the service with them.  Gregg was my staunchest supporter though and always defended my right to be there right along with them.  I admired him greatly for that but I didn’t start having feelings for him.

 

When we graduated, we were assigned to the same section and often worked on assignments together.  In one particular assignment, we had to spend almost 24 hours a day together as a couple as we were trying to capture some counterfeiters.  While we were acting like the typical married couple I got a chance to see what we could be like together in every way but sexually.  He was always the perfect gentleman, even though I was sending all of the subtle and not so subtle hints I could.

 

After that assignment I was nothing but your typical star crossed lover.  It seemed as if every time we began to get close, things would pull us away.  God I came to love that man.  When he decided to leave the service and start up his own personal security company, I followed him for no other reason than I couldn’t bear to be away from him.  I love him so much that I can’t even look at another man in the same way.  Lord knows I’ve tried.  But even though he is my perfect match in every way, he hasn’t shown any inclination that he has any romantic desires for me.  I would do almost anything for him.  I really would.”

 

Karen noticed the tears streaming down Sam’s cheeks.  It became clear to her what she had to do.  If it was the last thing she ever did, she would ensure that Gregg and Sam got together as a couple.  Karen laid her head back on her pillow and stared at the ceiling as she thought, ‘Why do I seem to always find a man that I love and care for, only to find that there is someone else I love like family that has been desiring a relationship with him for longer than I could ever imagine.  Why don’t I just be the cold hearted bitch and take what I want?  Because I care more about their happiness, than I care about mine.  I gave up on true happiness when I was turned into a slave.  I find my happiness in others now.’

 

That was the first time that Karen truly came to realize that others happiness really was a priority over her own.  She internalized that and realized that her happiest moments were all tied to doing something selfless for someone else.  If that was what it took to make her happy, then she would have to find more situations to help others.  Having made that decision, she turned back over towards Sam and asked, “What are you willing to do for Gregg to get him to notice you?”

 

Sam had started to doze off as Karen had been silent in thought for so long.  The sudden question startled her awake and she answered on instinct instead of thinking it through like she would have normally.  She told her, “Just about anything.”

 

Karen said, “Well the thing that got Gregg hot enough to break his own rule was him catching me being fucked by Prince.  He said it was the sexiest thing he had ever seen.  What do you say that the next time we’re together I teach you how to fuck Prince?  Then we’ll arrange a little party for your little sweet heart.  The next time you have early evening duty while Gregg has in house security, come into my room when you get off.  I’ll make sure that he is there.  When you get cleaned up and ready for bed, wake me up and I’ll slip out as you slip in.  Then he’ll be all yours. 

 

Sam said, “I don’t know about fucking a damn dog, but if that makes my man happy, I’ll give it a try.  Tomorrow is Gregg’s in house security assignment but I think that is too soon.  The next time is four days from now.  Why don’t we plan on doing it then?  That will give me a chance to be with you again and try out your dog.  As I said, I’ll do just about anything for Gregg, short of selling my soul to the devil.  I’d have to think really hard about selling my soul for him but I’d probably do that too.  So in three days, you’ll teach me how to fuck Prince and then in four days you’ll help me have a chance to win the love of my life.  What’s in it for you?  I’ve seen how you look at Gregg.  I’m sure it’s the same way I look at him.  You care for him deeply don’t you?”

 

Karen sighed and answered, “I would be lying if I denied that I wasn’t falling for Gregg.  He is everything that a woman could ever want in a man.  He is strong yet caring, honest to a fault and he has this knack of repeatedly saving my life.  On top of that he has a wonderful cock that he knows how to use.  What’s not to love?  As to what’s in it for me?  That’s simple.  Two people I care about very deeply aren’t as happy as they could be because they can’t see that in reality they are deeply in love with each other.  And yes I’ve seen the signs in Gregg in the way he brightens up whenever you enter the room or admires your skills with a gun or hand to hand combat.  He is always saying complimentary things about you.  I think he has let his silly little rule about fraternization with employees get in the way of his and your happiness.  If I can bring you two together, then I will get the pleasure of bringing two people I love together.  That is the only reward I care about.  Well, other than the occasional opportunity to come and share the love I have for those two people.  Even after you two officially become a couple.  That’s all I want.”

 

Sam smiled and sleepily answered, “It’s a deal then.  If we become a couple, you are welcome in our bed any time, singly or together.  If we don’t get together, I’ll do everything I can to get the two of you together.  How is that for a team assignment? 

 

Karen answered, “I accept the assignment.  Welcome to the team.”  She giggled a little as she scooted closer to Sam and put her arm around her as Sam turned on her side and molded her back to Karen’s front.  They were soon sound asleep.

 

Karen woke up the next morning at 7 am to the sound of her cell phone ringing.  She sleepily answered ‘Hello’.

 

Pete was on the other end and said, “Good morning Karen.  We’ve located where Brittany is staying.  We’ve got a warrant for her arrest now.  We plan on picking her up at around ten.  If you still want a chance at her then you’ll have to act before then.  Once she is arrested and read her rights, you won’t be given a chance to interrogate her.  Bill knows what you want to do.  Officially he can’t sanction it.  Unofficially, he said to go for it.  Make sure that if you do this that you go in understanding that there won’t be an official FBI presence to protect you.  By the way, it’s just her and a couple of other younger women there.  Our sources indicate that they are probably her slaves.”

 

Karen quickly answered, “Thanks Pete.  Tell Bill thanks as well.  I won’t tell you if we decide to do this or not.  I have to talk it over with Gregg first.  If we do go, I promise to be well protected.”

 

Pete gave Karen the address where Brittany was staying.  Once Karen had the address confirmed, she hung up and went over to Sam.  She saw that she looked very content.  She shook Sam’s arm until she was awake.  When Karen was sure that Sam could comprehend what was going on around her she explained, “Sam, I need you to get up and get the whole team in here.  We’re going to make a little visit to an old friend this morning.  We don’t have much time so we need to be ready to leave in thirty minutes.  It’s about thirty minutes to where she is staying and I want at least an hour with her before the FBI gets there.”

 

Sam quickly got up and gave Karen a quick kiss before she went to the bathroom.  She came out a couple of minutes later looking greatly refreshed and dressed in her uniform.  She then went out of the bedroom to get the others.  Karen went into the bathroom and took a quick shower and got ready.  She put on her Kevlar vest and then attached her 9 mm pistol in a holster that held it hidden against the small of her back.  She also attached a tazer to her belt as well as pepper spray.  Then she got dressed in a nice pair of pants and shirt that helped conceal how well armed and protected she was.

 

When Karen walked into the living room fifteen minutes later, she found all three of her primary security team there.  Frank appeared to be a bit tired but was still alert.  Gregg was the first to speak up and ask, “Do I take it that you figured out who Brittany’s brother is or is this a fishing expedition?”

 

Karen smiled and answered, “A little bit of both actually.  I figured out who Brittany’s brother is last night.  I think it is only logical based on what we know that he took Wayne Keplar’s place as the head huntsman.  The thing we don’t know is where Paul is or what he does for his regular business for public consumption.  I have the address for where she is staying right now and have it on good authority that she will be arrested at ten am.  I have been given unofficial approval to pay her a visit.  That means that the FBI will not be involved in any way.  If we decide to do this, it will be just us.  What I want to know is do you think that we can pull something like this off with just us four.  It will be just her and a couple of other younger women that they think are her slaves.  I want to do this in the worst way.  But I won’t do this unless you think we have a reasonable chance of doing it successfully.”

 

Gregg looked at Sam first who shook her head yes, and then at Frank who first shrugged his shoulders and then shook his head yes.  Finally Gregg answered, “Let’s do it.  I know it’s important to you.  I’ll get the back up security team here to hold down the fort while we’re gone.  We should be ready to leave in about ten minutes.”

 

Karen said with resolve, “Let’s get to it then.”

 

There was a brief flurry of activity as a single vehicle that was loaded to the hilt with all of the equipment that a security/surveillance team would want.  The four of them were in the van and leaving ten minutes later.  While they were in route, Gregg pulled up the type of residence at the address on his lap top.  He then pulled up the blue prints of the house along with the listed modifications to the original.  The team put their plan together in route. 

 

It was just after eight in the morning when they parked a block away.  Gregg ordered, “I think that you should stay secluded in the van.  We’ll call you when everything is secured and you can pull up in the drive way.  That way one of us can escort you into the house.  My guess is that it’ll take about fifteen minutes to check out the house and then take it.  Don’t open the door for anybody unless they give you the code which will be beetlejuice.  The others already know it.  No one else does except us four.  We’ll call you in about fifteen minutes or so.  Now lock the door.”

 

Karen locked the doors on the van and stayed out of sight.  Fortunately the neighborhood was a fairly new one and a lot of the residents actually worked in the Seattle/Tacoma area.  No one thought anything about a service van being parked on the street.  Gregg’s team looked like they were a team of plumbers.  They walked up the short block and did everything according to plan.  It all went down just like they had hoped and they confirmed that there were in fact three people in the house.  They were all currently in the kitchen and Brittany was sitting at the table as the other two served her hand and foot, naked as the day they were born.  Gregg signaled the other two and they quietly entered the front and back doors.  By the time Brittany knew what was going on, they had her in hand cuffs on the floor along with the two slaves.  When they double checked the house to confirm security, they found a lap top computer and a two way radio.  The radio was off but there was a sheet of paper with call in times on it.  Gregg wondered about it but decided to wait to figure it out later. 

 

Gregg got on his secured radio and called Karen.  She quickly drove up to the house and backed into the driveway.  Frank came out and escorted her from the van to the house making sure that he stayed on the side of her that was most exposed.  When they were inside she saw the three women handcuffed and sitting in a group on the floor.  Karen recognized Brittany but barely.  She had aged a lot faster than she would have expected.  She looked ten years older than Karen did.  The other two girls looked like Diane and Ginger, two of Brittany’s slaves that she forced to participate in Karen’s torture a couple of times.  But they looked to be about sixteen years old which Karen knew was impossible for Diane and Ginger.  She correctly decided that these two girls were Diane’s and Ginger’s daughters. 

 

Karen looked at the two girls and asked, “Are you two related to Diane and Ginger?  Brittany, don’t say a word. If you do, I promise you’ll regret it. Now girls what is it?  Are you related or not?”

 

The girl to Karen’s right answered, “Diane and Ginger are our moms.”

 

Karen nodded her head in understanding and asked, “Are you Brittany’s slaves then?”

 

The other girl answered and said, “Yes mistress.”

 

Karen looked at Gregg as she thought for a minute and then said, “Gregg, please secure our two young victims here separate from this bitch Brittany.  They have suffered enough at the hands of her ilk.”

 

Gregg nodded to Frank who immediately went into action and moved the two over where he and Sam could watch over them.  Karen turned back to Brittany and said, “The shoes on the other foot now you bitch.  I have some questions that I’m going to be asking you and if I don’t like the answer, I guarantee you won’t like what happens.  Gregg, will you strip the bitch for me please?”

 

Gregg did as Karen asked.  He knew that Karen wouldn’t do anything too bad to Brittany and he also knew a bit of what Brittany had done to Karen.  So he was only too happy to get Brittany ready for whatever Karen wanted.  When he had her stripped and her hands cuffed behind her again, he faced her toward Karen and held her.

 

Karen took out the knife that Gregg had given her when he gave her the pistol.  It was an exact duplicate of the one he carried.  She stepped up to Brittany and reached down and began to pinch and pull Brittany’s clit as hard as she could.  When it was fully swollen she put the blade down under it and pressed the edge of the blade against it.  She gave the knife a little slide that put a little cut in Brittany’s clit, causing her to scream. 

 

When Brittany quit screaming from the little cut, Karen said in a steady, yet scary tone, “Now that I have your attention, I’m going to ask you a few questions.  Just to make sure you know who you’re dealing with, I’m doggyslut.  And I’m here because I have a score to settle.  It seems that a certain organization that we are both familiar with is being taken down and I want to know a few things before it happens.  You see, I want to extract my pound of flesh before the officials get to them all.  So when I ask you a question, I expect an honest answer.  If I don’t believe you, then I will cut your clit off.”  Karen pushed the knife in a little to emphasize her point and continued, “If I find out you lied on anything, I’ll cut your nipples off.”  She brought the knife up to both of Brittany’s nipples and put a little cut in them as well.   She continued, “And finally, if you try anything to hurt me or my companions, I’ll cut your fucking cunt out and make you eat it, just like I made my mom eat my dad’s severed dick.  I know you know all about that little episode.  You’ve probably got a personal copy if I know you.”

 

Greg heard what Karen said about her dad and turned white.  Karen noticed and looked him in the eye and said, “Don’t worry.  I’ll explain later to you why I did it.  I promise you that they had it coming.  They were directly responsible for making me a slave and paid the price.”  That seemed to mollify Gregg a bit but not fully.  He didn’t want to be a part of anything that could land them in jail.

 

Karen turned her attention back to Brittany and said, “My partner blanched a bit when I mentioned cutting off a cock.  You know how men are about that little thing between their legs.  Now where were we?  Oh yes, I was about to ask you if Paul has taken over Wayne’s little job of hunter and you were about to tell me all about it.”

 

Karen slid the knife on Brittany’s clit again to emphasize her point as she waited for an answer.  When she didn’t answer, Karen said, ‘Well?’ as she slid the knife and cut a little deeper.  She wasn’t going around her clit like she had the cocks.  She hated Brittany with a passion and as far as she was concerned, cutting off her clit was only rightful retribution for what she had done to her. 

 

Gregg saw the sinister glint and determination in Karen’s eyes and was about to put a stop to everything when Brittany gasped out, “Yes he did.  He took over from Wayne last year.”  Tears were streaming down her face.

 

Karen smiled because she knew that she had broken Brittany now.  She backed off the pressure on the knife and there was an obvious sigh of relief in Brittany as she felt the pressure release.  Karen said, “Now that we understand each other cunt, tell me what your brother does for a living and where he works.”

 

Brittany was quick to volunteer the information now.  She wasn’t about to loose her clit.  Not for her stupid brother.  It was because of her that he had gotten into the organization, yet he was the one that made it on to the council at a very young age.  She really resented that.  She should have been allowed to sit on the council before he was ever considered.  She said, “H…h…he is a CPA and has an office in Olympia.  The office is under his name.  This is his house that I am staying in.”

 

Karen smiled at that little revelation and thought, ‘They’ll get two birds with one stone when they arrest her’.  She asked Brittany, “So where is Paul now?”

 

Brittany answered, “He left for his office at 7:30 like he does every day.”

 

Karen praised her saying, “You’re doing very well slut.  I just have two questions for you.  First is about your two slaves there.  They say they are Diane’s and Ginger’s daughters.  What happened to their mom’s?”  Karen pushed the knife into her clit again to emphasize her point. 

 

Brittany said, “I tired of them.  They were all worn out and didn’t respond the way I wanted them to any more so when Paul took over the hunt, I had him take them off my hands.”

 

Karen looked at the two girls kneeling with Frank and Sam and saw the surprised look on their faces as they began to cry.  Karen looked at Gregg and he pulled the paper with the scheduled times and showed it to Karen.  She took it and put it in front of Brittany and asked, “Last question for now cunt.  What is this paper with the scheduled times and I want to know everything?  I see that one of the times is coming up in about ten minutes so don’t leave a bit of detail out.”

 

Brittany looked at the paper and turned white as a sheet.  It was obviously something very important, more than just something about her brother.  When Brittany didn’t answer immediately, Karen put pressure on the knife again and began cutting her clit.  She was about a quarter of the way through her clit now.  If this didn’t end soon, Karen would cut it clean off.  She said, “So we have something that you shouldn’t have allowed to get in our hands.  Let me guess.  By us getting our hands on it, you have just become a candidate for the hunt after a nice long torture session.  That’s the only thing I know of that would cause you to go white in fear like you just did.  Am I correct?”

 

Brittany nodded her head yes as tears streamed down her face.  She knew she had totally fucked up.  She had been told to memorize everything on the sheet and then destroy it so it would never fall into the wrong hands.  She had been told the consequences if it happened.  In her arrogance she didn’t think they would come after her quite so soon and so she had put it off.  She said, “If they find out, my death will be longer and more painful than dipshit’s”

 

That got Karen’s attention.  She knew what the council thought about her little two day session with Dipti.  If Brittany was told her fate would be worse, that meant that there was more to the paper than times.  She paced back and forth for a few minutes as she tried to come up with the next question.  She didn’t even try anything with the knife this time.  She said out loud as she paced, “So we have a quandary here.  What is so important that the organization would kill for in a manner that is worse than the worse punishment recorded on the books?  I want you to tell us everything you know about the significance of this piece of paper or I have the FBI tell the nightly news about our finding it in your house and showing them what they found.  Even if they have no clue as to what it’s about, that won’t matter to the organization.  You’ll be a dead woman.  As I see it, you tell us what you know and cooperate with the FBI in cracking this code and I’ll make sure that they put you in a prison that no one in the organization can find.  If you help me bring them down, I’ll get them to put you into a witness protection program under lifetime probation.  So tell me what they mean.”

 

Brittany knew she was fucked no matter which way this went down.  Her only hope now was to help bring them down before they got to her.  Karen knew too much about the organization to try and pull a fast one over.  She decided her best hope for survival was full cooperation and getting in a witness protection program.  She asked, “Can you guarantee that I’ll get in a witness protection program?”

 

Karen answered, “Unfortunately no.  I can put in a good word for you though.  The FBI is really grateful for all of the help I’ve given them.  What I tell them has a lot of pull with them right now.  So help me help them and I will do what I can for you even though I hate your guts.  It is more important to me to shut these people down than to see you put away.  In a way, you were a victim of the organization like I was.  If they hadn’t been training me to be a slave, you wouldn’t have been caught in their web.  So tell me, what is so important about that damn piece of paper?”

 

Brittany quickly answered, “The times and dates are when I receive a transmission.  They are also a part of a code.  When combined with the code transmitted on the radio, it gives the password to unscramble an email that was sent at the exact same time as the code.  The laptop has the program to unscramble the email but only if the code is input.  The instructions are to the back up leadership council.  I was just added to the council last week when the arrests were made.  They have a separate and independent backup council to this one but I don’t know anything about it.  The only ones that know are the ones on the council.”

 

Karen looked at Greg and said, “Do you have any idea how important it is that we don’t let them find out we have this information.  She could take down the part of the organization that even the normal members don’t know about.  Do you have your cell phone?  I need to make a call.”

 

Gregg pulled the phone out of his pocket and handed it to Karen.  Karen walked to the kitchen out of earshot and called Pete.  When Pete answered, Karen got straight to the point.  “Pete, we’ve hit a gold mine here.  I need you to call off the hounds on Brittany.  We can still get her brother Paul, but the information she has is too critical to allow them to think she has been arrested.  I need you and Bill to get here now, without any sirens or official status that anyone would recognize.  As a matter of fact, why don’t you dress up as plumbers……no better yet as designers?  I think it’s time that Brittany redecorated this place.  That will cover a lot of activity going on at the house without raising any suspicion.  Why don’t you come in a car with a logo on it for interior design?  That will fit in with our little misdirection to cover our presence here.”

 

Within twenty minutes, Pete and Bill showed up in a car with Pete and Bill’s interior designs on it.  Karen shook her head in wonderment how they could get a magnet that had that on it.  They came in and Karen told them everything they had found out.  Bill walked up to Brittany and asked, “Are you ready to cooperate with us fully without reservation?”

 

Brittany was still crying as she shook her head yes.  Her perfect world was crumbling and she couldn’t see a way to do anything but try to survive.  Even being in a secure prison would be preferable to having it made public that they had that paper.

 

Bill asked, “I see a time on here occurred ten minutes ago.  Did you get the message?”

 

Gregg answered, “Frank wrote down the information.  We were waiting for you to get here before we decoded the message.  She said we have a half hour to access it and respond to the message.  That means we have twenty minutes.”

 

Bill ordered, “Brittany, this is your first chance to show us how well you will be cooperating.  Decode that message and explain it to us.  Then we’ll help you decide how to respond.”

 

Frank handed Brittany the laptop.  He had already powered it up.  Brittany opened the encrypted email and put in the code.  She explained everything step by step as she went, still blubbering and crying like a little girl.  When the email was opened she read it out loud.  It was very short.  It said, ‘Backup leadership council activated.  Videoconference at… it gave a time and a date for the conference.’  The date of the conference was in three days at noon. 

 

Bill told her to respond as she would normally.

 

Brittany typed in the appropriate response confirming her attendance with the appropriate code response.  When she was done she looked at Bill and said, “I want your promise that you will never release the fact that you have that paper if I help you.  As much as they want to kill Karen right now, if they found out that I compromised the back up leadership council, they would blow up a whole city block to kill me.  If it gets out in anyway that I am cooperating with you, I’ll be dead along with any one even remotely close to where I am.  All I ask is that you promise me that when this is over and I have helped bring them to justice, that I either be put in the witness program or put in a prison under another name where they can’t track me down.  She then turned to the two girls and said, “I’m going to give you two one last order.  You are to cooperate with the FBI in bringing any master or mistress to justice that has abused you.  All I ask is that you please hold your tongue about my working with the FBI about the backup council.  If they were to find out, not only would I be killed but anyone with knowledge of it.  I free you from my service now.  You are free to stay or go as you see fit.”

 

Karen looked at the two girls and asked, “Do you want to cooperate in the investigation?”

 

The two girls shook their head yes.

 

Karen then asked, “Would you like to go to a safe house?”

 

Both girls shook their head yes.

 

Karen then looked at Gregg and said, “Let’s take them to the house and let them recuperate there.”

 

Gregg ordered Sam and Frank, “Take the girls to get whatever they are going to take with them.  Bring them back here and when we get ready to go I want them blindfolded after we take them to the van.  They will be blindfolded until we get inside the house and introduce them to the other security team.  They will be responsible for their security.  They don’t do anything without orders from me, Karen, Bill or Pete.  Is that understood?”

 

Frank and Sam each took a girl and took their cuffs off.  They allowed them to get dressed and helped them collect their things and return downstairs.  When they were finished they were taken to the van where they were blindfolded.  Frank sat with them in the van until they were ready to go.

 

Bill got on the phone and called in the request for a warrant on Paul’s business.  Brittany, as a resident in the house had given authorization to search the house they were in.  As Bill was orchestrating the search teams, Karen said her goodbyes to Pete and asked him to fill her in on the results of the searches that evening.  They then got in the van and left for the safe house.  It was after two in the afternoon by the time they returned back home.

 

Once home, they had a nice leisurely dinner with the girls and helped them settle in.  They introduced them to the security team that would take care of them and gave them each a Kevlar vest.  They also gave them instructions to not even try to leave unless Karen or Gregg or the two FBI agents they met at Brittany’s told them to.  They explained that they weren’t prisoners, but that the organization would try and kill them if they knew where they were.  They went on to explain the attempts that had already been tried on Karen’s life. 

 

The girls blanched at what they heard.  Karen asked them if they wanted to be adopted out once this thing was over.  Both readily agreed and Karen promised to have it all arranged by the time things were finished.  Until then, they were in her custody for protection.  She then contacted Ed and Darren and asked them to find a home for two sixteen year old former slaves.  She told them that alumni of the fraternity or sisters would be perfect for them.  Anyone else might get offended at their level of sexuality.  Darren volunteered to adopt the two girls with Karen then and said he would contact the alumni and make arrangements for any other young slaves that needed new homes.

 

By the time they finished making the arrangements, Bill and Pete came to the house.  They reviewed the results of the day’s searches.  They included the arrest of Paul Young, the seizing of his company computer and his organization computer.  It was too soon to tell about the information on the company computer but the organization computer had all of the data on every hunt for the last fifty years.  Karen hoped that they wouldn’t tie the name doggyslut to her, as she knew that is how she was listed for her involvement with Dipti’s torture and hunt. 

 

Brittany was left at the house with a male and female FBI team member for protection.  Other than that, there was no sign that the FBI had even been there.  The search team that came arrived in an exterminator truck so that neighbors wouldn’t question them being there or raise suspicions from any observers.  The story line was that Brittany had discovered an infestation of rats in the house.  If a member of the organization came by, the FBI agents were to be passed off as a Cousin from Missouri and his girl friend.  All in all it was a very productive day in the take down of the organization.