East Coast Slavers Organization

East Coast Slavers Organization – I: A Caribbean Adventure

Chapter 11 – Puppy's New Home (or Toys for Puppy)

Doctor Rachael Quaid was resting quietly at Robert Morgan's townhouse. She was under strict orders to remain inside for the weekend. On parole, Rachael knew the slightest infraction on her part would nullify the generous bargain she had with Steve Austin. Now only Friday night, she simply collapsed in a guest bedroom and fell asleep before Aaron (known as Robert Morgan to Rachael) left at 8:00 PM.

At the warehouse, Aaron carefully laid the bandage-swathed Puppy on her new bed. She had been in the truck, only half-conscious, while Aaron moved Doctor Quaid from her clinic to his townhouse for the weekend.

Aaron reflected that Doctor Quaid promised that the relatively minor surgery she was to perform on Puppy would fully restore the normal range of motion in her knees and elbows. About a year ago, Doctor Kay had limited Puppy's knee and elbow extension to something less than ninety degrees in order to keep her pet from ever standing upright again. Anytime Puppy tried to use her arms, the bent elbows made any position look like an extended 'beg'.

Doctor Quaid had also discovered that Aaron had not removed the paws that she had constructed to fit over Puppy's hands. One year ago she had tightly curled her new captive's fingers in a small ball and then enclosed each closely clenched fist in an unyielding stainless steel mesh. Lastly, she had sewn a leather 'paw' over each mesh-covered fist. During the intervening year, Puppy's thumb and fingers had atrophied and suffered significant muscle loss. Aaron had assumed that Doctor Quaid had amputated her fingers in a manner similar to her toes. Not knowing the truth, Aaron had given Doctor Quaid some hair-brained ideas for fashioning some sort of rudimentary prosthetic device. Aaron's concept had been to use spring-loaded 'fingers' set in a partially clenched position, mounted on a leather 'glove' with a Velcro wrist fastener. The concept was that if a can or glass was pushed into the 'hand', it would be grasped by the spring action of the fake phalanges. Rachael had been directed to finish this task over the weekend.

Puppy was comfortably resting in her new bed. She was also well sedated and pumped full of antibiotics. The surgery and anesthesia resulted in none of the expected post-surgery effects beyond a strong thirst and a slight tinge of nausea that quickly passed. Aaron turned on a small lamp in the container's corner and left, carefully locking the barred cage door he had constructed and welded into place. The normal shipping container door remained locked in the open position. "Don't want to trigger claustrophobia in my Puppy if she wakes before I return," Aaron thought with a smile.

Aaron then turned to his locker of covert action gear. Dark clothing, comfortable black footwear, and his burglary tools were assembled quickly and efficiently. He donned a black utility vest with ballistic protection and pouches for his 9-mm pistol, taser gun, stun gun, spare magazines, and a flashlight. A bag of bondage items was already prepared. Aaron was ready.

"It really sucks to be me," he complained to himself. "Steve knows I have no backup to help me and that this is an unplanned, dangerous, piece of shit job. Crap!"

Aaron then drove the beige van out into the muggy Miami evening and drove north toward Fort Lauderdale. "As they say, 'miles to go and no time to sleep'," Aaron paraphrased to himself with the beginnings of a grin. He was full of energy and feeling alive.

Doctor Kay's attorney was in a fancy law firm located right on the Fort Lauderdale beach strip. The ocean side of the road was loaded with high-rise condominiums and apartments. Away from the beach side, the law firm had its own five-storey building with private parking lot. Aaron had carefully quizzed Doctor Kay earlier about the layout and whatever little things she had happened to notice during her visits there.

Aaron sat in the van and tried to determine the best plan of entry. He had several ideas, but wanted to decide after doing a quick surveillance of the site. Back at the warehouse, he had mounted magnetic signs on the van's side announcing that this was a vehicle belonging to a custodial services firm. Fake license plate covers were also magnetically mounted over his regular ones. Brightly colored magnetic accent decals ran down the side of the body, changing its plain beige appearance.

He had little trouble gaining entry to the parking lot. The van pulled up to the right card reader (there were two). A few hits, twists, and pulls with his crowbar, and the front panel popped off exposing the wiring. He simply shorted a power lead to a ground, and drove through. After the gate settled back down, he hung an 'Out of Order" sign on it and drove into the dark and nearly empty underground parking lot. He parked near a stairwell access, rather than adjacent to the glass doors at the formal entry area.

Doctor Quaid assured him that no actual security force was on duty at night. However, there were heavy, locking entry doors and an alarm system. So, no final plan selected yet, Aaron sat quietly and waited. He noticed that only one car was parked just next to the entry, a Jaguar sedan. Several other vehicles were in the garage, but scattered further away. "My guess is that we have one lawyer working late and other members of the law firm away on business," Aaron surmised to himself. He saw a promising spot to conduct an ambush; only a few feet from the glass doors, but behind a large load-bearing pillar.

Suddenly he heard the faint squeal of car tires as someone pulled into the garage. "Shit! Hope the out of order sign fooled them into using the functioning reader," he hoped. Meanwhile, the car, a small, older model, two-door pulled up next to the Jaguar. A cute, probably twenty-something blonde wearing a conservative black business outfit slid out of the car and walked to her trunk. She grabbed several bags and wearily approached the door. The bags were set down so she could fumble in her purse for the keys.

Aaron fired his taser into her back just as she was opening the door. A replacement taser cartridge was snapped into place, and the device was reloaded. Aaron looked down at the disheveled blonde. He grinned as he picked up her limp form and threw her into the van. The mishandling made the poor girl's skirt and slip climb up her legs, revealing shapely thighs covered in expensive hose and lingerie. He took a moment to run his fingers appreciatively across her tight nylon-covered flesh before cuffing her arms behind her back. Just moments after her capture, she lay on her belly in the van, her arms and legs each secured with a set of handcuffs. A third set of handcuffs contorted her body into a hogtie by loosely connecting her arms and legs. A bright red ballgag was forced into her unresponsive mouth and latched tight. A light breathable hood completed her transformation from office worker to potential merchandise.

"Nice," Aaron noted with enjoyment as he quickly ran his hands appraisingly across her body to 'value' his catch. "Looks like Puppy will have some responsibilities soon." The woman's purse and the now unnecessary Chinese food bags were locked in the van with the captive. "Guess my gamble that the working lawyer left the alarm off waiting for her return was a good bet."

Aaron then grabbed his two bags and proceeded into the building, carefully removing the luckless girl's keys from outside the door and locking it behind him. He quickly scouted through the building. All the ground floor offices were empty and dark, many locked. The same was true with the second and third floors.

Doctor Kay's attorney was a Nathanial Itzell Archibold. His offices were on a fourth floor corner suite. The office was lit and the entry vestibule door open. Aaron bypassed the area and continued checking to be sure the rest of the fourth, and then the fifth floors were deserted. Other than the Archibold suite, the building was devoid of life.

Aaron approached Nathanial Archibold's offices with caution. He heard voices, a man and a woman. "Just my luck, a freaking convention or something," Aaron muttered to himself. He sat patiently to be sure there were only the two inside.

The male, he assumed it was Archibold, was cursing the District Attorney's office for being so stubborn about something. Aaron soon realized they were talking about a potential plea arrangement and the State's demand for knowledge of the full scope of Doctor Patricia Kay's proposed cooperation. "Don't they know it's too early for Doctor Kay to spill the beans about her contacts?" the lawyer raged. His assistant was silent during this outburst. He quieted down enough to continue dictating a memorandum to what was obviously the secretary.

Deciding he had heard enough to ascertain he would face only two surprised adversaries, he crept into the anteroom and shot the lawyer full in the chest with the taser. The twin taser heads, propelled by a gas cylinder, burrowed deep into his chest. He immediately convulsed from the high-impedance discharge and flew backward onto his desk. Aaron grabbed his stun gun and leapt at the startled secretary. Her eyes never left her ex-boss' body, even as Aaron jammed the stun gun hard against her back and pulled the trigger. Almost 625 thousand volts of high frequency energy pulsed deeply through her muscles. The vicious charge depleted her blood sugar, converting it nearly instantly to lactic acid. The neurological impulses also traveled throughout her body, interrupting muscle movement, causing disorientation and loss of balance.

The attack had been quick and silent. He surveyed his latest two victims. The girl was very young and cute, especially in the manner of all youthful girls. Aaron decided that he had to set up a quick interrogation scene to convince the lawyer to cooperate. Instead of cuffing and hogtying the secretary, he roughly yanked off her white blouse and bra, buttons flew across the room. In a hurry get the woman taken care of, he threw her belly down across a nearby credenza before yanking her short skirt up, exposing her blue panties and black, seamed thigh-highs. He then roughly felt her up from thighs to breasts. "Hmmm, nice and tight. Smallish breasts though," he observed aloud. "I'd guess you are only nineteen or twenty. Nice!" The girl was then bound down onto the credenza in a decorative fashion using white cotton clothesline. Her ankles were tied about eighteen inches apart, at the corners of one end of the wooden credenza. Aaron looked regretfully at his unused normal bondage apparatus, blue 5-mm nylon rope used by mountain climbers for miscellaneous purposes, to include securing accessories and tents. Aaron preferred the blue rope because of its woven flexibility and high strength. A ballgag completed the now helpless girl's bondage.

The lawyer was already starting to come to consciousness, although with no hope of coordinated movement for some minutes to come. This was Aaron's plan. He waited until the man's eyes just started to focus, and then his fist lashed out and walloped him in the solar plexus. Aaron then efficiently bound the gasping and wheezing executive with handcuffs and leg shackles. The fifty-plus year-old man weighed at least 275 pounds. "Whoa, beefcake, you need a serious diet," Aaron exclaimed after lugging the bound man onto his own leather chair.

Aaron then sat on Mr. Archibold's own desk and waited. Soon, the important executive started to sputter and curse at the indignity he was being subjected to. Aaron simply bitch-slapped him, twice. He then sat down and stared expectantly at the lawyer.

Nathanial Itzel Archibold was cunning, savvy, and a complete pussy. Like most attorneys, he was used to using the law as a shield, and unable to handle a one-on-one confrontation. He remained silent this time, beady eyes peering around the office, widening in dismay at his secretaries naked breast and exposed panties decoratively laid across his credenza. In a quiet voice, "OK, what is it you want?"

Aaron smiled and nodded toward the bound secretary, "You looked funny when you first saw the secretary, sorta like you wanted to drop trousers and take her on the spot. I think you've been sampling some of the help. That true?"

Nathanial looked surprised at the question. Numbly he just nodded his head.

Aaron shook his head. "Tut, tut, and from the pictures on your desk, you're a married man." He took a less serious tone and added in a conspiratorial manner, "Tell me fat boy, did you ever take the slut up the ass?"

The lawyer swallowed and shook his head in the negative.

"OK then, here's the rules. You cooperate tonight and I let you take the loose little whore's virgin ass."

The young secretary had gathered enough of her wits back about her to whimper and grunt in disagreement. Her wriggling ass had the unwanted effect of drawing both men's attention to the pale blue crotch panel exposed between her legs.

Nathanial was visibly aroused by the sight. He swallowed deeply and nodded.

Aaron nodded back and solemnly said, "Good, you understand the rules. You may yet live through the night. Here's the deal:

• I'm in charge

• You answer questions and follow directions fully

• You and your two assistants get hurt if you don't

• A quiet evening at home is still possible"

Nathanial nodded.

"Tell me about your firm's work for Doctor Patricia Kay," Aaron started. After the display of violence and the tempting prospect of survival after butt fucking his secretary, the obnoxious lawyer needed no other prompting or coercion. He spoke freely and completely of the situation and offered up the location of all notes, memos, and correspondence. Unfortunately, the extent of how close Steve Austin came to being turned over to the law was soon obvious. Doctor Kay had shared far too much confidential information with her attorney. Once betrayed, confidentiality tended to get flushed down the toilet.

Nathanial even babbled about his other key clients. It seems the good lawyer was dirty himself. He worked with Central and South American drug dealers. The lawyer babbled on and on, in obvious hopes of ingratiating himself and ensuring his own freedom. Aaron recorded all the sordid details on a compact recorder – it saved him from taking notes and becoming distracted.

The lawyer gave names, details about incoming shipments of drugs and money, and banks. With gentle prodding, Nathanial disclosed account numbers and passwords for various offshore accounts. "These are the accounts that only I control. Later, I move the money into other worldwide accounts that belong to my employers. Till then, only I can get the money." Aaron listened to every detail.

"What about cash and valuables secured here in your office and the law firm?" Aaron asked conversationally.

"Yes, please. Take it. My holdings are over $600 thousand," the lawyer offered. Within fifteen minutes, all the incriminating files and Archibold's cash hidden in his own office suite were stashed in a single duffle bag that had been folded in under the burglary tools.

Aaron turned to the dejected attorney and asked, "What about the firm's cash holdings? You're a full partner. You must have access to it."

With a little more reluctance, the attorney complied and told where a safe was located on the fifth floor. With a little coaxing, he outlined how to enter the office and how to open the safe without setting off a special alarm.

Aaron decided it was time to give the attorney his promised reward. He whispered his plan in Nathanial's ear. The eager response of the obese attorney nauseated Aaron. "But," he told himself, "a deal's a deal."

The 275-pound attorney was grinning and drooling like a demented demon as Aaron pushed his office chair up behind the bound secretary. Nathanial pushed his handcuffed feet up against the now struggling secretary while Aaron cuffed his feet to the mewling and wriggling woman. Not having a large-enough waist belt for the fat man, Aaron took a length of chain from his duffle bag, ran it around the man's waist, and secured it with a padlock. Aaron redirected the attorney's wrist cuffs to his new waist chain and pulled the office chair back, forcing the attorney to stand on his own, just inches behind his secretary's tempting ass. Aaron stepped back to witness what the attorney would do.

Before Aaron could finish stepping back, the attorney was already running his hands across his lover's panty covered ass. The handcuffs left him plenty of freedom to abuse the protesting woman from her slim ass all the way to just above her hips. The panties tore with only a slight ripping sound. The attorney's belt was torn off and his trousers collapsed in a puddle around his ankles.

Aaron took some pity on the poor woman. He threw a condom and a small tube on sex lube onto the small of the woman's back. "Fuck her with the condom and lube. I don't want any of your scummy lawyer cum in her when you're finished."

Nathanial didn't even respond. The faint scratching of his voluminous boxers down his hairy ass and legs was his only answer. His cuffs rattled in eagerness as he tore the foil open and spread sex lube on his condom covered cock.

Aaron turned away just as the fat man was settling his eager cock at the dimpled convex spot where her asshole was nestled. Even with the gag on her mouth, the wail of her dismay followed Aaron down the hall as he headed toward the fifth floor. Things were exactly as the attorney described, the safe held almost $1 million in cash. After forcing the money into another bag, it was time to head back to the office and finish up the night's mission.

The attorney was sprawled gasping and wheezing over his secretary's bound form. The man's hairy and unwholesome ass was aimed back to the office entrance. He never even twitched as Aaron gave him two shots of strong muscle relaxants, pilfered from the clinic. Knowing that he had been too long in the building, he quickly freed the man's hands in order to secure them loosely with white cotton clothesline. The cuffs were removed and his ankles similarly restrained. Aaron then turned away from the now sleeping man, his pants still draped around his feet and the shit-smeared condom still on his limp cock.

Tools, the files, and the duffle bags of money were soon in the van. Aaron then carried a heavy bag back into the building. It held the ten unused incendiary charges recovered from Doctor Kay's residence when Steve Austin decided to salvage their relationship. He placed three of the deadly charges in the ground level of the building. Two more thermal charges were hidden on the second, third, and fourth floors. The unfortunate lawyer, still lying in his office was secured into a fetal position around the tenth, and final charge. Each was synchronized to fire in twenty minutes.

The now naked, handcuffed, and gagged secretary was then carried down to the basement to join her coworker in the van. Both hogtied beauties were injected with Doctor Kay's drug cocktail and then covered with a comforter.

Even blocks away from the building, the explosions generated brilliant bursts of flame that lit the night behind the van. Aaron could see long shadows leap forward from the van and then slowly subside as the initial explosions turned into a steady inferno. The lawyer was neutralized and a threatening link from Doctor Kay to Steve Austin destroyed.

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At the warehouse, Aaron checked on each of his now comatose prisoners. He left them, still in the van, and started to pull off the magnetic license plates, the custodial firm's logo and advertisement, and the accent detailing off the vehicle. A soapy brush washed off any evidence of the magnetic strips. Aaron then lugged all the evidence to a government-grade shredder machine. He started the laborious task of shredding each memo and record removed from the office complex. The magnetic signs were also shredded. The greedy, whirling jaws of the shredder reduced everything to millions of sub-millimeter pieces of confetti. Altogether, the machine filled two full lawn-sized plastic bags of confetti. All that remained from the evening's booty was a cassette tape, somewhere around $1.6 million in cash, and two sleeping captives. Aaron would save the much larger job of shredding the clinic and home files of Doctor Kay for the weekend.

By now, it was well after three in the morning. Aaron went into Puppy's cage and greeted her. The warehouse lights splashing into her container had awakened her.

"Hello, Puppy. How are you feeling?" Aaron asked as he ran his hand down the naked girl's smooth body. The sheet slipped down, exposing both of her oversized breasts. She smiled as his eyes noted her hard nipples atop the round swells. "Oh, I see. Yes, you are better then," he answered his own question from the reaction of nipples.

He lay down and tenderly cuddled next to his pet for a few minutes. Aaron enjoyed her smooth skin, rubbing down to her belly and hairless pubic mound. Doctor Quaid warned him to keep Puppy from getting too frisky for several days. Reluctantly, he stopped. He gave her some water, her antibiotics, and her pain medication and then kissed Puppy goodnight. He drew a curtain across the inside of her barred door and locked the cage door shut.

"Time to sign in my other guests," he grinned.

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The sleeping blonde was dumped unceremoniously onto the bunk in her cell. Aaron then used a pair of scissors to remove every stitch of clothes that the blonde was wearing. She was the lawyer's paralegal assistant and she had been wearing a dress suit and low, comfortable heels. The skirt, sheer slip, and pantyhose were quick to go, revealing a cute little blonde thatch of hair above a sparsely-covered pussy. "Good girl," Aaron observed as his hand cupped her pubic mound in appreciation. "You've already gotten a start on your grooming habits I see." Her jacket was too thick to cut off. He simply undid the cuffs from the unresponsive blonde and pulled the jacket off her arms. A long, continuous cut from one sleeve cuff across the back to the other started the removal of the blouse. A second cut down the back from collar to shirttail completed the cuts. The starchy, business blouse opened like a flower, exposing her blemish-free back and a sturdy bra strap.

Aaron fingered the tag and read it, "Yes, a full C cup bra. You're a keeper lass." Of course, the bra was also cut free. He rolled the limp girl onto her back and lifted any shreds of clothing that remained. "Good, God! Girl, you have perfect breasts." He was right. Her breasts and figure made a flawless set. Aaron leaned hard forward and mauled her breasts for texture and feeling. "Tight, full, and flawless," he added.

He tugged the girl's feet down the bunk until they hung over the bottom edge and he flipped her onto her belly again. A tight leather waistband was padlocked into place and a two-inch wide nylon-shipping strap was fed through a loop on one side of the belt and pulled under the bed. He looped the strap through the opposite side of the belt and fed it back to the first side where a ratchet awaited the end of the strap. Aaron clicked the ratchet lever until the strap was very, very tight. The waistband and the shipping strap now virtually welded the girl, belly-down, to the thin mattress.

Aaron then padlocked a set of leather-lined, woven steel, cuffs on each ankle and wrist. The paralegal's hands were pulled up toward the head of the bed and clipped to chains waiting for just such a use. Aaron's guests would not need ballgags. A remote control dog-training collar was padlocked to each captive's neck. Doctor Kay could personally testify how effectively the computer chip punished her for any sound emanating from her throat. Aaron left the secured blonde alone with her shredded clothes and purse. He needed to tend to the other captive.

The brunette was next. Back at the office, Aaron thought this girl was younger, maybe nineteen to twenty. She was also much slimmer than the blonde; but very pretty. Unlike the older girl, the brunette was already naked following her ordeal back at the office. "This girl's best feature is definitely her ass," he noted with reverence, "I kinda wish I'd lied to that bastard attorney and kept him from taking her anal cherry." Indeed, her ass was perfect. It was full, but flared out from a narrow waist. The ass was blemish free. Her purse joined her on the mattress after she was secure in exactly the same manner as the blonde.

Aaron walked over to a small office that overlooked the warehouse floor. It had a glass door and half glass partition walls. He popped the cap off a cold Pacifico Beer and sat down in his chair. "Hey, it's me. Been a long day," Aaron started in with his nightly update to his partner Steve Austin. "Yes, your sister is fine. She's sleeping over at my house. She may call you in the morning to chat about Monday."

"Let's see, what else is going on?" He paused and then continued with, "Uh, yes. Sis helped me with some retraining of my new pet this morning. I see why you admire sis. She is very talented."

"Also, her lawyers have been fired. Sis can proceed with her divorce on her own without any outside interference. I did talk a couple of ladies into helping her out, but they stayed with me here, not at the house with sis. They sure are young and cute. Yeah, one's a blonde and one's a brunette. They will stay awhile." Aaron just let his partner know he had acquired two prospects while solving any loose ends with the errant doctor's lawyer.

"Hey, last thing buddy. I wanted you to know that I stumbled across some cash today. I won't have a final count till later. It will certainly more than cover any of our start-up expenses here. Yeah, it is good news, especially with our warehouse stock starting to build up here." With that, Aaron ended his mostly one-sided conversation and settled back to finish the beer. Steve said very little during the call; just that he was pleased that no loose ends would complicate their future plans.

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Later, after drinking the beer, Aaron sat beside the unconscious blonde and rummaged through her purse. He placed her identification, credit cards, and checkbooks into a small envelope after carefully scrutinizing each item. Using a fine-tip marker, Aaron carefully wrote on a white sheet of plastic:

• Name: Katria Sjogreen

• Acquisition: 12 June

• Rating / use: PPP / Companion (Slut-bunny)

• Age / Height: 26 / 5'6"

• Weight: 130 pounds

• Regular Features: Natural blonde

• Best Feature: Tits

• Breasts: C Cup

• Weight Exercise Regime: None needed

• Special Treatments: None yet required

• Training Status: Newbie

• Special Skills: Unknown

The white placard fit neatly into a slot on the cage door. Aaron walked out and locked the gate behind him. It was time to process the brunette. The efficient process quickly determined the secretary's vital statistics. He would evaluate her ID, credit cards, and bankbook later. It was unlikely that either girl possessed anything worth stealing, but one never knew. Her card read:

• Name: Wanda Alvernon

• Acquisition: 12 June

• Rating / use: PPP / Companion (Slut-bunny)

• Age / Height: 22 / 5'5"

• Weight: 105 pounds

• Regular Features: Brunette, long legs

• Best Feature: Ass

• Breasts: A Cup

• Weight Exercise Regime: None needed

• Special Treatments: Breast augmentation

• Training Status: Newbie

• Special Skills: Unknown

Leaving the brunette's perfect ass for another time, Aaron grabbed a tube of lube and some condoms off a nearby shelf. He headed back to visit the unconscious blonde. "Since Puppy is off limits for a few days, guess we take Katria for a spin," Aaron smiled as his lubed hand cupped her exposed pubic mound. He thoughtfully wiped his fingers across her cunt lips and into her ass grommet. Seconds later, Aaron was balls deep in Katria's unconscious ass. It felt like hot molten wax. It was tight. Each slow thrust made the meaty cheeks dance a few jiggles. He shifted his weight and thrust into her cunt with a single thrust. "Yes, this is the life," he exclaimed. He set up a rhythm; a few strokes in her cunt, then her ass, and back again. The lube made it easy to push in. To change the pace, he leaned far forward to maul around the blonde's chest to her impressive C cups. They would be fun to tease a nd torment in latter sessions. He leaned back and focused again on fucking her velvety cunt. A slow twirling motion was started that ended as he ground his pubic bone against hers as all nine inches sunk all the way in. Aaron slowly sped up what was almost a masturbation session into the tight, well-lubed cunt and ass. A few final vicious lunges and he spurted into the condom. "Good night, Katria. Sweet dreams. Tomorrow is your first training session and lots of lab work to get going on your blood." He chatted as he threw the used condom into a garbage can outside the prisoner's cage.

Moments later, he was cuddled up and asleep with Puppy. All three cages were securely locked, each with a six-digit electronic keypad.

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Saturday morning and Puppy was much sorer and stiffer than the evening before. The trauma of the surgery was kicking in. Aaron gave her the meds and painkillers and then sponged her slim form clean. Puppy practically purred the whole time. She loved that she could stretch out her limbs for the first time in a year. Her new Master was way better than that bitch doctor was.

When Aaron cleaned her pubic area, Puppy spread her arms and legs out as far as they could go and attempted a puppy-like whimper; she was clearly inviting Aaron to take her. He couldn't resist, he grabbed her hips and thrust his tongue into her steamy pussy. Puppy played docile and limply laid there while he stirred up her honey pot with his tongue. Her head rolled back and her missing fingers and toes tried to curls as he lips found her clit. He sucked it into his mouth and gently gnawed it with his teeth. Puppy quickly started to quiver with a gentle, long orgasm. Exhausted from that little bit of exertion, she drifted asleep.

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

Aaron wearily sank into the plush chair in the shabby warehouse office. He looked through the new one-way glass into his small empire. The warehouse was neatly compartmented. The steel shipping containers and the girl's training area occupied the central portion of the warehouse. The far end held his rented operational vehicles; the beige van and the white truck. The car Aaron actually owned was safely stored elsewhere in Miami. The car was for emergency use only. The nearest section of the warehouse held a number of extremely heavy-duty storage cabinets, each securely padlocked. These containers held his growing cash reserves, weapons, burglary and covert action implements, and lots of bondage items. Several strong shipping containers were also stacked next to the wall.

He needed some time to reflect upon the day's events. His Friday had been fruitful beyond all belief. Nothing unexpected occurred that he was unable to simply take in-stride. Yes, it had been a great day.

He turned to his computer and powered it up. A power-on password and then a boot partition access password were required. Even the National Security Agency (NSA) could not access and decrypt the data protected on his hard drive. Once up and running, Aaron launched another 128-bit decryption algorithm to get to his own files. Steve and Aaron ensured the protection of their organization's operational data.

His first order of business was to investigate the bank accounts and passwords provided by the now-incinerated lawyer. Aaron entered the remote banking website for the first offshore bank and laboriously typed in the account numbers, access codes, and confirmation passwords. Nathanial Archibold had told the truth. The first account, belonging to the lawyer himself, held a little over $2.3 million dollars. It took another thirty minutes to figure out how to wire transfer the money to one of Aaron's offshore banks. The website confirmed that the lawyer's account was empty. Aaron continued the process with the three other accounts, each belonging to the drug lord / business partner that the lawyer was laundering funds for. Each account held exactly $5 million. Aaron then logged into his own account and arranged for exactly half of the dirty money, $8.65 million, to be moved into Steve Austin's account.

Aaron then opened a simple, text only, notepad window and wrote:

Steve – a quick follow-up on our conversation just a few hours ago.

I have two double-wrapped packages secured here in the warehouse. Each holds exactly $800 thousand and represents the total cash stolen from the law firm representing Dr. Kay. A few moments ago, I finished moving $8.65 million into each of our master offshore accounts. The cash and bank transfers represent a profit of over $9 million for just one, long, day's work. Archibold gave me detailed data on some other cash and drug transfers. It will be my priority to see if stealing any of this fits into our Caribbean work.

Please hold off on any plans to auction off my first two acquisitions. Given our current substantial cash reserves, I would like to work on my training cadre and practice all our handling procedures. However, encrypted video clips, digital photos, and statistical data on 'K' and 'W' will follow shortly for your review. I assess everything as PPP.

Also, given our cash situation, I would like to drastically move up our plans to establish a permanent, vice rented, operational stronghold in the British Virgin Islands.

Aaron

Aaron then saved the memo in an encrypted format. A privacy protection software package then merged the memo file into a simple digital photograph using another 128-bit encryption algorithm. Steve would receive only a perfectly normal photo attachment to an innocuous e-mail. Only the two conspirators held the necessary double-decryption codes. He sent the memo and powered down the computer.

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Later that same Saturday, Aaron stood outside of Katria and Wanda's open cage doors and admired their bare asses. Steve had never fully explained the merchandise estimate system he developed for new acquisitions. Aaron felt sure that he was looking at a good $250 thousand worth of PPP (Prime Pieces of Pussy). They were young, beautiful, and except for Wanda's too small titties, perfect in every way. "I wonder if Doctor Kay can do a little surgery here tomorrow morning. I have all her gear from the clinic. Hmmm," he kept that thought for discussion with the doctor later that afternoon.

Both girls had soiled themselves. Bound with their asses hanging over the end of their mattresses, their piss and shit ran down their own legs to the floor without dirtying the bed. Neither girl had a clue about what was going on. Aaron picked up a leash from the training cabinet by the cage and went in to get Wanda. She meekly followed him out the cage to the adjacent training area. He snapped her leash lead to one of four grooming poles surrounding a nearby floor drain. Moments later, Katria was secured by her neck to another nearby pole.

Robert took off all his clothes before he started their bath. He didn't need to worry about the collars; they were waterproof and recharged themselves nightly from an induction coil attached under each girl's bed.

In the bathing area, a finely coiled section of hose hung down from the ceiling and dangled over the drain. A single water valve at the station controlled the shower. Above, a thermostatically controlled valve system automatically metered the hot and cold feed lines to deliver a constant 104-degree flow. Robert started each girl with a shampoo. He was gentle and through. He gave both a douche and enema to each thoroughly humiliated girl. In his training regime, rough treatment and pain were only intended as a lesson or punishment for obedience infractions. However, every act and movement on his part constantly reinforced their role as sex slaves. He vocalized his training philosophy to each of the girls as he toweled them dry.

Katria and Wanda were then bound lengthwise over padded horses, head-to-head. Robert arranged an adjustable stand under each of the slave's chins and forced them up so the girl's were now eye-to-eye.

Aaron moved a short stool beside the two captive beauties and set down a grooming box. He started gently brushing Katria's shoulder-length blonde hair. "You two are very lucky," he started. "My partner and I have decided to keep you as a matched set for use as companions. If you concentrate on your upcoming training, you may end up on the arm of a rich and powerful owner. As pampered sexual companions, your owner will want the world to see his beautiful trophies. One of you may end up as an avowed wife. Your training will allow you to remain at the center of the world's attention. Manners, attitude, deportment, grace, etiquette, languages, and … yes, … sex are all subjects that you will master. Consider this a finishing school.

A stretchable hair bungee pulled Katria's lustrous blonde hair back from her face. Aaron began grooming Wanda's hair, just inches away from Katria's bulging eyes. She already knew that any verbal protest would result in instant punishment from the damnable collar. She couldn't even begin to comprehend her situation. Katria was a class-conscious snob. With a Bachelor of Arts degree in business already completed, and her ongoing pre-law course work, Katria was a young woman with a plan. She was on her way to bigger and better things. The paralegal position was a stepping-stone to a strong recommendation from a successful law firm, a sure ticket into law school. She considered the lively and vivacious Wanda to be an air-headed slut.

Wanda was having a not-so-secret affair with their boss, Nathanial Archibold. Katria despised Wanda for the unfair advantage she had built with her married and obviously unprincipled boss. "I'm better than that slut!" was a mantra that often danced through Katria's head as she watched Wanda and Nathanial lightly caress and tease each other during the day. Their happiness made her nuts. Katria needed Nathanial's recommendation to be sure of law school acceptance.

Wanda's long silky hair took more work to brush than Katria's. Aaron continued his one-sided talk with, "Girls, you must quickly let go of any prior notion of your place in the world. I promise that your selection as a matched set is a road to what could be a better life that you two had. But," and he stopped to tightly clench each girl's neck in a vicious stranglehold; "privileges and comfort come with a high price when attitudes slip or failure occurs." He relaxed his crushing grip; but continued to hold on.

"Keep in mind that you are commodities now; not too unlike farm-raised stock. Failure to meet rigid, unbending goals will result in re-classification. Companion to general sex slave; … to bondage slut; … to pain slut; … to whore in a specialty club; … to prostitute in a foreign mining town; … possibly the featured lead actress in torture and snuff films; … maybe roasting meat on a spit over hot coals – yes, these are all alternatives in a downward spiral caused by an inability to measure up. You have the lucky potential to be the best; respond or suffer accordingly. Aaron finished with Wanda's hair and slid another elastic bungee into place against her scalp.

A red ballgag was silently jammed into each mouth and the retaining straps tightened, to fully seat the gag. The remote controller sent a time-out signal to each training collar (a non-punishment mode with voice control temporarily deactivated). "Collars are now off," he stated matter-of-factly.

"Throughout your training you will occasionally be subjected to humiliating and painful scenarios. Most are for your general awareness of what will befall you if you fail in your training," Aaron said as he circled the two, caressing their alluring bodies as he passed. "Today, you will get an easy lesson in what punishment can be like. Watch each other's pain and learn. As a set, you are as one. Rewards and punishments go to you equally. Become friends and lovers, you have only each other for comfort and protection.

Without further ado, he selected a long wooden paddle and forcefully struck five blows onto Katria's right ass cheek. Katria's body arched up against her bonds from the unexpected and violent act. Her fleshy ass rippled wildly from the blow and a red blotchy patch appeared. Aaron continued with the remaining four blows, each delivered with a measured pause and similar force. He knew that drawing out punishment made it seem worse than it actually was.

He calmly walked around to Wanda's slimmer hips and stunning ass. The look was so perfect; he had to run his hands across the silky surface in appreciation. He dipped two fingers down her ass crease, across her puckered asshole, and into her cunt. Pearly drops of cunt lube already covered her outer lips. The two fingers sunk relentlessly as deep as they could thrust into her tight, clasping hole. Wanda moaned with obvious pleasure into her gag.

Katria's blood-shot eyes and snot covered face locked into an escapable view of Wanda's enjoyment. "Slut!" Katria triumphantly observed. "I will never respond like that." Wanda continued to moan and gurgle happily into her gag. Drool ran from the corners of her mouth and fell onto the floor below.

Aaron kept moving his two fingers, stirring deep within her cunt. He spoke loudly enough for each to hear, "Girls, you both just earned one-half off your punishment orientation this morning because of Wanda's perfect response. Katria keep in mind that Wanda just helped you out." Aaron pulled his slimy fingers out with a pop and wiped them across Katria's face, overwhelming her with the other girl's musky scent.

"OK, Wanda," he said, "time to continue." Her right ass cheek rippled and danced less vigorously than Katria's fleshy orbs, but the howled response was just as dramatic. After the fifth blow, he caressed girls's left ass cheek with the rough surface of the paddle and reminded them that the left cheek stayed pain free only because of Wanda.

A light-duty cat-o-nine-tails was taken up next. Katria screamed into her gag with pain as the first blow struck her fully across her back. Four more followed. Her perfect skin was now marred with dozens of red streaks left by the individual whip strands. Aaron knelt down behind Katria and lightly caressed her silky ass and upper thigh. He never said a word as he kept up the calming caresses to her pain ravaged nerve endings.

Aaron's tongue now traced a slick path between her puckered ass and the pussy lips below. Katria was clean and floral scented from her enemas and douches. His hands strongly cupped and massaged the pussy mound below his tongue as it wormed its way into her ass. After the pain overload, Katria had no alternative but to slump down and enjoy the sensuous sensations.

Katria was now silent; but enjoying the reward after her painful session. "The tongue is in my ass," she marveled as she tried to move her loosening pussy toward the fingers of the hand cupping her mound. Two inner fingers of his hand slipped between her outer labia and worked in conjunction with the two fingers outside the labial lips to squeeze and massage everything together. "Eieee," she tried to moan through her gag. Her eyes closed to escape the horrible situation she was in and to help focus on the wonderful feeling in her cunny and butt.

Aaron felt the girl's pelvis wriggle against his face in a greedy search for more pleasure. He likened it to two blind holes questing from side to side, greedily searching for a cock to swallow. As if in agreement, both her ass grommet and her pussy clenched and relaxed in little spasms.

Aaron slid on a condom and set his cockhead against her hot center, exactly between her slack and drooling cunt lips. Aaron unbuckled her gag and pulled it off just as he buried himself, balls deep, into her slick pussy.

"Ahhh, ohhh. Yes," the blonde-haired woman unwittingly screamed. Aaron paused briefly as he struck bottom, rolled his pelvis twice around and waited for her response. "No, … no, …stop. No, … fuck me, fuck me!" she wailed in ecstasy. The fear, humiliation, pain, and then the waves of pleasure rewired the overloaded woman's brain. She wildly thrashed her ass against him and convulsions rocked through her belly. She came hard and long. Eventually, she slumped down onto the sweaty leather of the vaulting horse.

Aaron felt the convulsions within her pussy ripple to a stop. It was time to start fucking; and he did. Long slow withdrawals and fast hard inward thrusts were the initial tempo he chose. Her lush ass cheeks jiggled and jostled as his rhythm built up. Despite the too slippery condom, Aaron felt her pussy greedily sucking and grasping at his cock as he began to ride her hard.

Katria was already broken to slavery. One short training session is all it took. Her body, so long neglected by the rigid professional goals of the former paralegal reacted strongly to the punishment / reward scenario forced upon her. She was instantly addicted to the sex. Later, she would shamefully review her wholehearted response and realize she would do anything he demanded to keep getting that level of sexual gratification. She came repeatedly; so overwhelmed with orgasms that she never noticed as he pulled out and left her.

Aaron grunted as he nearly lost control and exploded. He only yanked himself out with her clasping cunt at the last possible minute. To change the pattern slightly, he pulled Wanda's gag off before her whipping started. Wanda's howls of pain as she received her own brutal strokes from the cat-o-nine-tails slowly sunk into Katria's lust shrouded brain. She shook off her post-orgasmic bliss to see Wanda's pain contorted face. Katria shamefully remembered calling Wanda a slut, just minutes ago. In truth, she realized, belatedly, Wanda was not half the sexual whore that she herself was. Katria burst into tears and sobbed as the weight of all that had occurred overwhelmed her.

As Katria sunk into a near catatonic stupor, Aaron busied himself with pleasuring Wanda in a repeat performance of Katria. As Aaron sunk forcefully into Wanda's sopping cunt, he couldn't help but notice difference between the two nearly identical fucks. Wanda's far superior ass was an ultimate pleasure to play with and Aaron couldn't wait to compare side-by-side ass reamings. However, the too slippery condom and copious flood of Wanda's cunt butter reduced the friction too much on his bludgeoning cock. Aaron momentarily pulled out to grab a small towel. He started fucking away again using the towel to absorb some of the excess slime from her pussy. As more and more fluid was absorbed out of her vaginal cavern, her lips began to grasp tighter and tighter against him. "By, God! That's better," Aaron exclaimed aloud. The increased stimulation and the training scene finally overwhelmed his desire to fuck all day; he exploded into the condom. He ground his spent cock into her for a few final minutes to feel her spasms continue to suck the last weak spurts of cum from him.

That concluded his first short training session with his new slutbunnies. He grinned at the mental image of a slut-bunny and congratulated himself on delaying the departure of Katria and Wanda. Their value will skyrocket based upon the results of just this first session. Puppy would easily be able to follow the training scenario while he focused on other scouting expeditions and satisfying long-term goals.

The girls obediently went to their cages and fell into mentally and physically exhausted sleep.

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

Aaron Clarke spent a few minutes early Saturday afternoon setting the scene for another humiliating scenario for Ingrid Gaviard, the trim, black-haired stewardess that he had blackmailed on two other occasions. The blonde, busty bartender, Sandy Hamilton, that he and Ingrid met one night at the Piccadilly Rose was also invited to the fun.

Most of the afternoon was spent in hard study and analysis, setting up a detailed training schedule for a set of sexual companion slaves (very talented slutbunnies). He also had to design some other scenarios for other potential acquisitions; a general sex slave, a bondage slut, a pain slut, a simple whore, a lower value prostitute, a switchable dom/sub slut, and possibly a humiliation scenario. The work was especially demanding given that Aaron had to set everything up for Puppy to take the lead while he was mostly away conducting business.

Finally, he was ready for Saturday night. It was going to be an early night.

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