Baker's Dozen

Part 5

As Nick returned to the stateroom he called out to a phantom Sam, "That's fine Sam I'll take care of it". He would allow the charade to continue for a little while yet.

Upon hearing Nick out side the door Vicky quickly pulled herself together and forced #15 to kneel in front of her.

Number 15, befuddled by Vicky's implausible story did not know whether to believe her and play along or somehow expose her friend. She finally decided that her only chance to escape this evil place was to take a chance on her friend and play along. She was quite sure that Nick would not be her salvation.

"I see you have our little serving wench in a proper position, how are you two getting along?"

"Just fine Nick, but I think 15 here needs a little more training."

"Not a problem, I'll have Sam spend some time with her."

Number 15 suddenly regretted her decision to play along (not that she really had a choice).

Sam arrived within minutes of Nick's call. He quickly grabbed up 15's lead, and lead poor 15 back to the rec. room.

Nick now alone with Vicky in the room; "Vicky I just saw something interesting on the TV, let me show you."

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Number 15 was exhausted, and as she wobbled unsteadily on her footwear she wished she could beg Sam to allow her to crawl on all fours. She had just completed another sleepless 48 hours of punishment and abuse at the hands of Sam and his friends in the Rec. Room and was now being lead back to the yacht.

Once aboard the yacht 15 was lead quickly to Nick and Vicky's stateroom. She was not surprised to see the cage in the corner of the room, and when she was lead to it she gladly dropped to her knees. With only one thought on her mind she willingly crawled inside, "sleep at last."

Number 15 awoke the next morning with an urgent need to relieve her very full bladder. While squatting to relieve herself she noticed another cage beside her own. A naked woman lay on her side with her back to 15, but that red hair looked familiar.

Number 15 stared at the occupant in the next cage for what seemed like hours. When the other woman finally stirred 15 's jaw dropped and her eyes nearly popped out of her head. Number 15 now knew that she would never leave this horrible place alive, because the woman in the next cage was Vicky.

Her friend (and last hope) had been transformed. Her lovely red hair had been styled to look like the floppy ears of a Cocker Spaniel; her hands were encased in little leather sacks that kept her hands clenched into little fists. And the most shocking thing of all was the familiar bandage now in place around her friend's neck. And when her friend opened her mouth to speak, she was only able to utter weak little barking sounds just like the dog she now resembled.

Nick had been watching the little scene from the bed and now approached the two cages. "Well are you two getting reacquainted?"

Vicky angrily, but weakly, yipped at Nick.

Nick laughed, "Calm down little one, you brought this on yourself with that plot you tried to hatch with poor 15 here. You're still master's favorite little pet, but now you are going to look and act like the cute little bitch you are. Surely you didn't think you would go unpunished. But then 15 will bear the brunt of your punishment."

Vicky simpered and sobbed in her cage. Number 15 pondered, "how is it possible for things to get any worse." Number 15 would not discover the answer to that query until Mr. Moto's arrival the next day.

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Mr. Moto arrives.

The island did not have many visitors, so the arrival of another yacht the rival of the "Schön Und Mädchen" was somewhat of an event. When Mr. Moto's yacht the "Les Dolcett" flying a Japanese flag docked in the slit next to the "Schön Und Mädchen" nearly every inhabitant of the island was on hand.

Nick was the first to greet the visiting billionaire and his entourage. Nick hoped that he'd be doing a great deal of business with Mr. Moto and his associates.

Nick had met Mr. Moto once on a business trip (quite different business). Mr. Moto was the first potential client Nick had contacted, and he was anxious that this first transaction would lead to many more. He also aspired to the notion, that Mr. Moto would be inclined to introduce some of his associates to him. The main interest of Mr. Moto and his many associates being the procurement of beautiful young women for their peculiar pleasures.

Indeed the reason for Mr. Moto's visit to the island was the collection of the consignment he had arranged with Nick.

Nick had prepared an ostentatious reception for his premier customer. The champagne flowed like water and he served a meal fit for a king. The eleven serving wenches (including 15) were kept busy day and night, and they served in every way imaginable.

After a day and night of revelry it was time to get down to business. Nick prepared his handlers and had his merchandise prepared for display.

By late afternoon all was in readiness. Mr. Moto was escorted to the slave quarters and the show began.

Mr. Moto had made several specific requests when he placed the order he had placed with Nick for twelve items. This was partially because he had some specific needs but also as a test of Nick's ability to procure and train the merchandise. He had required one workhorse, four racing ponies, two dairy cows and two bitches with the balance of the order being left up to Nick.

Everyone on the island was in attendance as Nick stood with Mr. Moto on his right, Vicky leashed and obediently sitting (doggy style) on his left and 15 standing behind these three with Dr. Dunn ready to serve as needed.

Sam the, official presenter, awaited the first item for display. One of the handlers led a very muscular equine-like woman out, Sam took the reins and led her over for Mr. Moto to inspect.

The bridled and bitted mare seemed nervous and jittery. She wore a heavy draft harness and was shod in heavy clumsy looking boots. Her physique was almost masculine in nature but it was still obvious that she was indeed female.

On the ID tag that adorned the ring in her clit was the number one. Number 15 seeing the girls face for first time and the #1 on her tag immediately realized this must Nick's first victim Jill Mason. She remembered Jill as being not unattractive but maybe a little homely, but now she was almost repulsive thanks to Dr. Dunn and a steady regimen of steroids since her arrival.

Mr. Moto made his personal inspection of this beast. He inspected her thoroughly, checking the firmness of the body, he checked for size and elasticity, and he prodded and probed delving into every crevice and orifice the poor creature possessed. Mr. Moto was nothing if not thorough.

Upon completing his inspection (and he would be just as thorough with each and every item presented to him) he informed Nick: " quite pleased, this one should make excellent draft horse for miners of Moria silver mines."

Number 1 was led away and the next item was brought forth.

Mr. Moto, a particularly stern individual who rarely smiled, smiled slightly as Sam took the reigns of a matched set of dark haired and dark eyed Asian beauties and led them up to Mr. Moto. But then as Mr. Moto stood admiring these identical twin ponies Sam brought up another matched set but these had blonde hair and deep blue eyes and were of Nordic origin, the little despot beamed.

Mr. Moto had read the headlines when the four members of a college track team had gone missing. It had made headlines because the four women were two sets of identical twins and were all members of the same relay team on the track squad. He never thought he would be meeting the four women today.

Dr. Dunn had done a wonderful job on these four, as Mr. Moto discovered upon inspection. The four beauties had major alteration done to present an equine appearance. The arch of their feet had been altered so that they could not stand flat-footed; they were forced to balance permanently on the balls of their feet. As sprinters, used to running on the balls of their feet, they were able to adjust to this more easily than the average person.

The small scar on each throat told him that the winnowing sounds they made were the only speech they were capable of. And when he inspected the tails, which he had assumed were attached to plugs inserted in the anus, he discovered that they were actually growing from their backsides. Dr. Dunn had grafted real tails to their coccyx bones. The arms, folded up and secured tightly between their shoulder blades showed evidence of atrophy since they settled unnaturally flat against the back.

The four ponies were decked out in the finest livery of silver and leather, and their demeanor indicated that they were spirited but obedient animals, a tribute to the training they had received.

Mr. Moto was so elated with the four ponies Nick was tempted to try to bump up the price, but decided he would be better served by letting Mr. Moto spread the word to his associates.

Nick whispered into Mr. Moto's ear "tonight's entertainment will feature the ponies in some races, would you like to drive on of the teams?" To which Mr. Moto politely bowed and responded, "would be my pleasure."

Next Sam brought out two bounding bitches on their leashes. They were frisky as pups, but when he snapped their leashes and commanded, "SIT" they immediately sat one to each side (just as Vicky now sat by her master).

Dr. Dunn's handy work was again evident. The two former traffic cops, who had the misfortune of pulling Sam over on a speeding violation, were now incapable of standing erect and their speech was limited to the dog like sounds they now achieved and like the ponies they now sported bushy tails that had been surgically grafted to their coccyx.

Nick signaled one of the handlers' to bring out the two German Shepard watchdogs. Mr. Moto was then treated to the site of the two bitches mating with their mates.

The two cows, an uppity socialite that had offended Nick's sense of justice after getting away a with a hit and run accident that cost a young child's' life and the cutest cheerleader on the college pep squad, where brought forth next. Like the dogs they were incapable standing erect and their vocal ability was now limited to the occasional moooooo.

The Doc had them on a special hormonal diet that had created their very prominent utters and resulted in an amazing production of milk.

Mr. Moto was very pleased, "you have met required part of the contract very admirably."

Nick had Sam parade the remaining stock of twelve slaves from their cells before Mr. Moto and from those he selected the three that would make up the balance of his order for a dozen.

The only females on the island not presented to Mr. Moto for inspection were Vickie and 15. Number 15 wondered about this, she knew that Vicky was Nick's wife and he intended to keep her, but she had gotten the impression that she would be part of Mr. Moto's consignment. "Was this good news or bad, was it an oversight?" Number 15 did not know, but she was about to find out.

That night Nick entertained Mr. Moto and his entourage with the promised races and another gala feast. The following morning Mr. Moto was overseeing his handler's gather up his recent purchases and having his cargo of human flesh loaded onto the "Les Dolcett" for their departure. Prior to loading each item was branded with Mr. Moto's personal brand the Japanese Characters that represented his name. In addition each item received another smaller brand, these were little initials that indicated the type of slave they were (for example, the four ponies received a p.r. for pony racing, and the cows had c.d. for cow dairy).

As the loading of the livestock proceeded, Nick approached Mr. Moto, "as my first costumer I would like to show my appreciation and give you a little gift. I am going to make your order a true "Baker's Dozen", he signaled and Sam brought 15 along on a leash her only bondage being her arms in a single sleeve and a tightly drawn chain that connect the ring at the end of the sleeve to ring in her clit.

Mr. Moto had wondered why this one was not shown to him yesterday, but suspected that she must be Nick's personal property like the lovely bitch that sat so nicely now at his feet.

Mr. Moto inspected 15 as he had done all the others. "Nick san, are you sure you wish to make this gift? I assumed she was your personal property."

"More like my wife's personal property. But as you can see my wife no longer needs property. Isn't that right Vicky?"

Vicky yipped in response to a sharp tug at her leash, then meekly barked in response to the question.

Mr. Moto suddenly understood, "ah, this is a lesson Nick san." He then inspected 15 again even more thoroughly. "I know just what to do with her, may I prevail upon your good Dr. Dunn?"

Number 15, now filled with renewed trepidation was lead away by Sam. "Why to Dr. Dunn? Hasn't he done enough to me?"

Because of the work on 15 Mr. Moto delayed his departure another day

The next morning Nick and Mr. Moto examined 15 at the clinic. Dr. Dunn said, "everything went well, she'll be a bit sore but she is ambulatory and should heal nicely on your voyage home. Just have your ship's doctor keep watch on her for infection.

Nick looked at 15 and smiled and thought, "Well Kat you are really not going to like this." Then said, "15 it's time to get you on your way, I believe your new owner has one more surprise for you."

Number 15 lay on the operating table not knowing what was expected of her. She felt an aching in her nose and felt something cold resting on her lips, and her legs felt very strange. She could see the bandages wrapped around her legs and wondered why since she was lying flat on her back her legs were bent at the knee. She tried to straighten them but nothing happened. She thought, "this isn't right, I can see my legs they aren't in a plaster cast they're cover with bandage, why can't I straighten them?"

Her legs moved okay from side to side, but when she tried to lift them off the table she wondered why they remained bent as they did so. Then remembered the cows and dogs and how they were unable to stand erect. Fresh tears welled up in her eyes.

Finally Sam and Dr. Dunn helped poor 15 off the table and onto her hands and knees. Number 15 winced in pain as her body weight was distributed on the four points of rest.

Dr. Dunn then knelt down and buckled pads over 15's knees. "That should ease the pain for now, as she gets used to the new position you can get rid of them."

Number 15 saw Sam approach with a leash and assumed he was going to attach it to her collar and lead her away like a dog. To her surprise he was reaching for her face, and as he attached the leash to ring that now dangled from her nose, 15 sank even deeper into the depraved world which had claimed her.

Sam led 15 by the leash attached to her nose ring through the compound to the awaiting "Les Dolcett". But she had to bear one more indignity before being loaded aboard the yacht. The branding iron was pressed firmly into right haunch then the two little initials c.b. were seared into her flesh below the larger brand. After this final humiliation she was led up the gangplank to the hold of the yacht.

Nick stood on the dock watching as 15 was led up plank. By his side stood Vicky on all fours tears streaming down her face, "I'm so sorry Kat."

End of Part 5