Baker's Dozen

BAKER'S DOZEN Part 4

Number 15 did not know how long she had been asleep; she knew only that she was still in the cage when she awoke. She quickly discovered that the restrictions of the cage prevented her from stretching out as she desired, and that the best she could do was to get up on all fours. Next she felt a very uncomfortable feeling in her bladder. At first she panicked, but soon realized the floor of the wire cage was elevated and that a pan resided beneath its wire floor to receive any liquid waste she may produce. So without another thought she relaxed and allowed her bladder to be relieved.

"Very good 15, I see that you are adapting quite well to your new position in life."

Number 15 recognized the voice and tried turn to see its owner. She looked over her shoulder and could see no one. She then tried to turn herself around. Finally, awkwardly she succeeded, only to find that she was staring into a man's crotch. Craning her neck to look up she saw the face of Nick Baker staring down at her.

A curious smile grew on 15's face, "I was right all along." Satisfaction and retribution, however, soon faded as her smile evaporated into a sullen frown of despair as the reality of being naked, ringed and caged in the presence of this man, whom she detested, returned to the forlorn 15.

"I can tell by the expression that just passed from your face that you must have a ton of questions you'd like answered. But then asking a question is no longer a possibility for you is it? But, if you prove to be a good little slave your curiosity may eventually be sated."

Number 15 had no choice, she could not respond, so she just listened as Nick had his fun at her expense.

"Since my men rated your performance in the rec. room so well I will provide you with an answer or two right now."

"First, I want you to know that you have your good friend Vicky to thank for the situation you find yourself in. At first I thought you were a threat, but then I became quite sure you had dug yourself into a neat little hole with the authorities, and that you would never be able to prove any of your suspicions. But after arriving here on the island, Vicky became quite adamant that you be punished for your little intrusion along with the police into our love nest that night on the yacht."

"In fact, I am sure it will please you to know that you shall soon be reunited with the new Mrs. Baker. Vicky has been very impatient to see you since your arrival and has asked that you be our new serving wench. This, for your information, is also why you no longer enjoy the capacity of speech. You see 15, we on the island firmly believe that servants should be seen and not heard, a sort of silent butler policy if you will."

Number 15 digested this news about her friend with a growing sense of betrayal.

"As our serving wench it will be your responsibility to provide your master and mistress with whatever services we may require (some of which I understand from the reports that you are already quite accomplished at)."

"By the way, you will also be scheduled for a regular appearance in the rec. room, as are all of the island's serving wenches. But, as our personal serving wench this will be required of you only one night a month."

'However, if you are not a good little slave your duties in the rec. room may become extended beyond that usual one night. And, in fact, if you are a really bad little slave you may wind up just like #2, whom I believe you met during your recent stay there."

Nick unlocked the cage door, the door lifted straight up and he used the padlock to secure the door in its open position. He attached a leash to her collar and tugged gently on it. As 15 felt to collar constrict about her neck she grudgingly crawled out of her cage.

"Good girl 15, you'll find that obedience can be much more rewarding here than obstinacy, now stand up and we'll prepare you to meet your mistress." Nick removed the choker collar from her neck and replaced it with a wide red leather posture collar. Sam and another man that she remembered from the rec. room came up from behind her, and the two men set to stringing a set of gold chains about her.

As the two men went about their work 15 finally took notice of where she was. She was back in the cellblock area she had visited so briefly after her encounter with Dr. Dunn. Her little cage was out in the open area between the row of jail cells on her right and the row of stable stalls on her left. She also noticed that other naked women now occupied the cells that were numbered from 12 to number 24, and all of the women were as silent and ringed as she was.

The stalls opposite the cellblock were also occupied and numbered from 1 to 10. In the first four stalls were four very lovely naked woman, only these women made sounds just like the horses that should have been in the stalls, and as several men groomed them they would stomp their feet and paw the ground like a frisky horse being readied for a race. Each woman had a tail spouting from her rump and, most unbelievably, the four women were actually two sets of identical twins.

With this last revelation 15 realized who the four women were, and just as suddenly she remembered who #2 was, she'd recognized the face but could not attach a name, now she knew. It was Diana Aston the District Attorney who had first pressed for the investigation of Nick Baker. Suddenly all of the names came flooding into her head as she started matching names to the faces she saw about her.

The fifth stall was also occupied by an equine like woman, but 15 could not get a good look at its occupant. She noted that while the occupants of the first four stalls seemed to be proud and noble beasts the occupant of this stall cowered shamefully in a corner. This occupant seemed to be very large and muscular unlike the lithe beauties that occupied the neighboring stalls.

Next to the horses there were two stalls occupied by women on all fours that all seemed to moo contentedly as they fed on the grain placed before them. And as they fed, machines attached to their burgeoning breasts worked constantly to extract the precious contents from their satiated utters. The last three stalls were unoccupied.

When the two men had finished their work on 15 she had a network of chains dangling from her body. The chains passed through each of her four gold rings and through each of the "D" rings of her cuffs on her wrists and ankles and finally to her collar. The devilish chains ingeniously linked all of her limbs so that she could not move one limb without effecting the movement of another. As a final touch a red leather waist cincher trimmed in black that matched her collar was slid between the chains and 15's flesh, then drawn tightly reducing her 23" waistline to a mere 17".

The combined effect of the waist cincher and the posture collar gave her the appearance of standing at attention on a parade ground. Except that the network of chains had forced her to hold her arms bent in front of her, as if she were holding a serving tray.

"Okay 15 let's go and meet your mistress." With that Nick picked up the leash and lead her out of the cellblock.

Once outside they came to the kennel that was built out from the end of the building, in it were two handsome male German Shepherds. As Nick approached the two muscular dogs greeted their master and Nick stopped to heap some affection on his two pets. Then 15 noticed that with the two dogs there were two women in the kennel. And they too responded just as the dogs had, they romped over on all fours barking and seeking the affection of their master. Number 15 had mentally identified two more of the missing women she had been investigating.

"Come along 15, your mistress awaits."

As they proceeded to the yacht Nick talked on: "I did promise to provide the answer to some of the questions you would undoubtedly like to ask. So allow me to start by confirming what must already be obvious to you. All of the missing women you had been investigating are indeed here on the island with us."

"That winning lottery ticket has allowed me to make a reality of some fantastic ideas that had been tossed about in conversations with my old buddies from Special Ops. So, as soon as the State paid off I contacted some of my old buds, I purchased this island and we set up a base of operations here. I then purchased the "Schön Und Mädchen" and returned to the states."

"I must confess that I am a bit embarrassed to admit that our first two prizes were selected entirely for personal reasons. Jill Mason did not deserve to be promoted over me, and she would not have been if her old man weren't the C.E.O. of the company. But #1 will never again be over any one. And that nosey D.A., Diana Aston, has put her last man behind bars. Unfortunately #2 was one of Dr. Dunn's first experiments here, and I'm afraid it was one of his few failures."

"He implanted a series of computer chips into her brain, intending only to gain control over a very obstinate and self-righteous woman. But an infection developed during the operation and it completely destroyed her brain. The doctor was able to replace most of the damaged brain with the workings of a small lap top computer. The result is that the computer is able to provide the electrical impulses needed to keep her alive, but since she is essentially brain dead her body only responds to the electrical impulses that we can create."

"Poor #2, the men seem to enjoy parading her around on occasion but she is of little use for anything else."

"Well 15 that's enough education for one day. We need to add one more item to your uniform before you meet your mistress." He lead her up the gangplank onto the yacht then stopped in a small room just out side the stateroom.

Nick had 15 sit on a small bench in the room then left the room without saying a word.

Number 15, being unattended, immediately thought of escape, then just as quickly realized the futility of such thoughts.

Nick returned a few minutes later. "Here we go 15, once we get these on you we can go see your old friend Vicky."

He produced a pair of shoes that looked nothing like anything 15 had ever seen before. They were black paten leather ballet slippers with black lacing that ran across the top and around the ankle. The toes were flat and padded and a nine-inch stiletto heel provided the only appearance of support.

Number 15 immediately thought "He doesn't' really expect me to wear those things?"

Unfortunately for 15 he did. As Nick secured the curious footwear to 15, she thought "and now I'm supposed to walk around in these things?"

As both inquiries proved to be redundant 15 silently teetered on her new footwear as Nick lead her into the stateroom.

Vicky sat at a dressing table fussing with her hair as Nick drew the wobbly 15 near. Seeing them approach in her mirror Vicky turned and sneered. "Nicky, what do you have there? Is this the present you've been promising me?"

"My dear, don't you recognize our little friend who so kindly invited the police into our boudoir?"

"Ah Nicky, you're right, (Vicky stood up and examined the chained girl that stood before her) it is Kat, my best friend. But, she doesn't really resemble that friend I remember. You know, that one that couldn't keep her nose out of our business. I must say though this is a look that really becomes her"

Vicky stood glaring into the eyes of 15, then reached between 15's legs grabbing the metal tag that hung from her clit. Vicky pulled the tag up hard and examined it. The pain spread across 15's face, her eyes widened as a soundless scream escaped her open mouth.

"So 15 I think I'm going to enjoy our new serving wench."

Nick stood by watching the scene unfold. He smiled inwardly as he thought to himself; Vicky has really come a long way from that naive and impressionable young red head I had first met.

"Vicky I've got business to take care of, I'll let you two get reacquainted."

Vicky watched her husband leave the room, then dropped the tag she still held captive in her hand, returned to her dressing table and broke down into tears.

Number 15 was confused, unable to speak and unwilling to move she stood like a statue waiting for Vicky to take control of her.

Vicky came over to the statuesque 15 "Oh Kat, Kat look at what they have done to you. I'm so sorry. I couldn't help myself. When we arrived on this god-forsaken island I finally realized you had been right all along. I needed help, I panicked and you were the only one I could think of."

Number 15 stood there unmoving and unmoved. "What is this some kind of test? Am I supposed to get down on my knees and thank her for what's happened to me?"

Vicky looked at the motionless 15, "Oh Kat, I guess I can't blame you if you won't believe me, or can't forgive me. I was desperate, and you were my only hope of getting out of here. I won't lie to you Kat I was mad at you back when you burst in on us, but I was having fun, I like being tied up and was having fun playing along with Nick's silly Hypnosis thing. But, then we got down here and I realized it wasn't a game and that Nick played for keeps."

Nick, in the mean time, sat a console full of monitors watching and listening to the whole scene, "So my little bride has been playing games of her own."

As Vicky spilled her guts, her former best friend stood frozen in place. Number 15 did not know what she could do or even what she was supposed to do. She was incapable of speech; and, bound as she was, she wasn't able to do much if anything. In fact, she was having trouble just staying upright in those ridiculous shoes Nick forced her to wear.

Nick was transfixed to monitor as he continued to view the situation going on in the stateroom. He couldn't believe what he was hearing. But as he sat there a sardonic grin began to materialize as he thought of a solution to this unexpected problem.

"Mr. Moto arrives next week to take delivery of his merchandise, I'll simply have to make his dozen items into a Baker's Dozen. I'm sure he won't mind."

End of Part 4