East Coast Slavers Organization

East Coast Slavers Organization – I: A Caribbean Adventure

Chapter 17 – A Double-Cross? (or New Rules, Dr. Kay)

Once again, Doctor Rachael Quaid sat in a first-class seat while her airplane accelerated for a bumpy take-off. She still clung possessively to Robert's arm. "Why can't I let go of him?" she pondered. "Have I really changed that much since he 'took' me so horridly that night? Do I want more?" the troubled woman pondered this, completely ignoring thoughts of her upcoming day.

Aaron Clarke (aka Robert Morgan to Rachael) was thinking about finishing up this mess created by the greedy Doctor Patricia Kay and the complications imposed upon him by his west coast partner, Steve Austin. Steve refused to go along with Aaron's entire proposal. This troubled Robert because of the extreme risk he faced from the finally agreed upon plan.

With these thoughts, both Rachel and Robert drifted off to sleep.

Immigration and Customs checks upon arrival in Fort-de-France, Martinique were perfunctory as usual for a Caribbean island. Thus, soon after touchdown, the two were chatting with Steve Austin's real estate agent as he skillfully wove through the heavy traffic. A small, slight man, with delicate fingers like a piano player, he seemed oddly out of character as a rental agent. Randy Solis explained that he did everything in the property business: rentals, maintenance, purchases, sales, and improvements. His manner was pleasant and friendly, but his intelligent eyes seemed to take in everything.

Rachael thought him a little too intense. But, she was excited because he had found a great prospect and already arranged for a viewing.

"It used to be a weight-loss clinic, … you know, … a fat farm. It went out of business maybe six months ago. The owners in Geneva are going through a complicated bankruptcy and some hint of theft among the partners." He threw this explanation over his rumpled shoulder as he negotiated the winding, bumpy roads just outside the capital.

"I called last night. The court-appointed legal firm tasked to liquidate all the business holdings was ecstatic. They are totally wrapped up in domestic, European-held properties; no time to deal with this place, it's simply too far away from Geneva."

"The legal firm only knows the original purchase price from about four years ago. After extensive modifications, 911 occurred and killed the tourism business at the worst possible time for the partners. I used this as an excuse to devaluate the property, ..." he paused to catch his breath and to pass a slow-moving, horse-drawn cart.

"That's the good news. The bad news is that it is perfect for you doctor. It is a large, isolated estate on its own ridgeline overlooking the Caribbean. It even has a small sheltered cove with beaches and a mooring pier. The ferry used to stop here to pick up clients for day trips to other islands. It's quite nice." Randy drifted off absently as he focused on traffic problems. Numerous potholes, filled with water, spotted the road between a surface strewn with palm fronds and debris. A tropical squall blew through the area with high winds and an inch and a half of water, just hours before their flight arrived.

"Oh," he jerked back to his story and sales pitch. "There are cottages, a dormitory, kitchen and dining facility, lots of treatment rooms, and … a nice large surgery. Yes, the fat-farm here planned to perform some simple cosmetic work. I know Steve expected that you would find a site in town for several hundred thousand dollars. But, this is way better, and … it provides for solitude and security. Both are things you can't get in the crowded, crime-ridden capital."

He pulled off the road in front of a gate and apologized, "This is all electric and remote controlled; but, in the confusion, nobody remembers where the remotes are. The lawyers did arrange for a set of keys to be sent over by an air courier service. It's really a simple matter to reset the access codes and have a new remote programmed.

While he trudged around several mud puddles and kicked some branches off the road, Robert and Rachael surveyed the scene around them. The turn-off was at the crest of a low hill and the clinic entry did face a ridgeline that slowly sloped down to a bluff maybe one-half mile ahead. The land on each side of the road fell off steeply, plunging down several hundred feet to a rocky creek bed. As Randy described, the site was well isolated. No development was anywhere within sight.

Randy finished unlocking the entry and then physically slid the bulky gate to the side. Despite appearances, it moved smoothly and easily on rollers. He paused at his still open door and said, "As you can see, nothing around here is developed. That's because the only beach and water access for miles is right here at this place's cove. A line of steep cliffs extends for miles in either direction from this site. No worries about wandering tourists or locals."

Rachael broke in excitedly, "But, this is gorgeous. As you said, it is perfect. What is the negative about it that you are so hesitant to mention? Are the buildings ruined?"

Randy laughed and replied, "No, even the buildings are immaculate. The facilities are rather larger and more extensive than you need; but, no dear, the problem is simply price. Steve told me about your basic price range, and what you need inside your new clinic – medical equipment, supplies, furniture, communications system, and the like. The fat-farm people got this place at a bargain price four years ago – for $6.2 million."

Rachael gasped and Randy quickly added, "Don't forget, I got 10% knocked down for devaluation. I've already saved you $620 thousand. They will accept $5.58 million. Don't say anymore about price until you see the clinic itself."

Rachael gloomily surveyed the landscaped drive as the car progressed toward the clinic itself, a distant half mile away. You could only see the buildings as you dipped below a final crest along the ridgeline. Rachael fell instantly in love with the site. Obviously, a talented architect had planned everything. The landscape, plantings, and building flowed smoothly together. Inside was even better.

Inside the light and airy clinic entry, Randy continued, "A huge problem here on the islands for professional businesses is that of proper housing for staff personnel. This clinic has it all. Individual and family staff lodges, guest rooms, you name it. I think this place, as is, is worth in the range of $15-20 million. The Geneva people simply have no clue about the capital investment this place has undergone. Even locked up and abandoned for six months, it is fresh and comfortable inside."

Randy kept the surgery for the last stop. "As you can see, this is the crowning glory," he said with a flourish. He was right. "The medical equipment remained in place when they left. Some may not be what you want. Since you were interested in having a clinic here, I took the liberty of paying some local nursing staff to clean up this area. After all, I want you to love it."

Doctor Quaid walked around in wonder and examined some of the larger items of medical apparatus. "It looks ready to use," she stammered, "Robert, it is perfect."

"Whoa, girl," Robert laughed at Rachael's eagerness. "Randy," he said turning to the real estate agent who was busy playing with some instruments on a nearby counter, "can you give us a few minutes?"

Randy turned and smoothly said, "Sure, I'll meet you in the kitchen. I've got fresh groceries there for our lunch. Take as much time as you need. See you in an hour or whenever you're ready."

Rachael excitedly turned to Robert and said, "I want it. It is perfect." She then cuddled up next to him as if he was her sugar daddy and said, "Can't you get Steve to put a little more into the pot?"

Robert stiffened and pulled her away by the shoulders. "Don't get greedy, girl. Steve and I are already eating a lot of cash to get you safely settled here. All to keep your cute little ass out of a Brazilian whorehouse, or left underground in a coffin – still alive. Not many legitimate businessmen would hesitate to sell your tight little ass into slavery to keep over $13 million."

Rachael flinched and regretted her act. "Robert," she said, "I am so sorry. You are right. It was not greed though, I am getting a little too dependant upon you and fell into the 'daddy please help me' trap. Please, it was not the same old greedy Patricia."

Robert relaxed and said, "OK, just keep in mind that he said $$5.58 million. You only have $4.82 million in cash. Everything else you own is still tied up until your estate is sold off."

She giggled and said, "Yes, and that is another $13.175 million. Plenty, considering what I am getting for the price, and how small my start-up expenses will be to open up the new clinic. Maybe we can work out a deal," she purred as she grabbed his ass and did a bump-and-grind against his crotch.

"OK, Rachael focus," he said sternly. "You will have $12.13 million soon in your account. No bank will accept the pending deposits from your estates as collateral because I own them and there can't ever be a direct link from me to your new identity. The rate of transfer into your accounts will depend on how things sell. Remember our deal. We kindly let you keep your assets, even throwing in $200 thousand as good faith money. For that, you owe us $2 million in free work. However, you are about $$760 thousand short of cash to close on this place. Should I loan it to you as a short-term note to get you going?" he stopped talking and paused for her to speak. Rachael of course knew nothing of the over $1.6 million in cash he had stolen from her ex-lawyer's firm or of the drug lord's funds. For the first time in his life, Aaron/Robert had cash reserves for any kind of discretionary purchase. He could easily loan Rachael the money.

Rachael looked up at him excitedly and waited.

"You slipped up and admitted that you were becoming dependant on me," he leered at her with a grin. "You also mentioned the daddy thing."

She squealed and bounced up and down and said, "Oh, yes Daddy!"

Robert watched her tight mounds. "They don't even jiggle when she jumps," he observed. He then brought her into his arms and kissed her forehead. "If you willingly offer me that luscious ass of yours to seal the deal, then I will loan you the money, today."

She said yes before she realized what he meant. "But, you hurt me so that night," she pouted, "and your cock is sooo big," she tried to bargain him down to straight sex.

Robert laughed and hugged her. "You know that's over. Besides, I promise you that this will be great; and you will never forget this million dollar fuck." Without waiting for a reply, his hands sought out her tight ass and he pulled her cunt mount against his already thickening cock. Robert kissed her deeply for a few minutes. "Girl, lets do this my way," he said, his voice husky with lust. "Just do as you are told."

Robert kissed her again to cut off any final protests and he reached behind her for a piece of surgical tubing. While Rachael was distracted with inspecting the surgery, the real estate agent had been rummaging some odds and ends on the counter. Robert drew it behind her and started to capture her hand. "Hmmm," she gurgled a little in protest against his tongue.

He finished the tie. Holding her bound wrists with one hand, he turned her around and moved her hips to an examining table. Her now helpless form bent over the mattress sideways, leaving her toes just short of touching the tiled floor. Rachael's head hung unsupported on the other side. Three sections of nylon line were already tied to the frame and dangling ready for his use. Quickly, he knelt and secured one of the lines loosely around her neck, finishing the move with a deep and lingering kiss. He calmed her by massaging her back and shoulders while warming her up with the kiss. Then, he picked up a roll of surgical gauze and started a wrap around her head; first blurring her vision, then blocking it completely as enough wraps encased her head.

"Shhh," he whispered, "this will be wonderful. He left a ballgag, previously hidden under the gauze wrap, beside her now-blind head. "Time enough for that latter," he grinned in anticipation.

Rachael's heart beat quickly; partially in lust for the wonderful things Robert could do to her trembling body, and partly out of fear that he would cause her body pain again. The confusion in her brain never allowed her to wonder either how a ballgag ended up in her surgery; or, why she let herself become tied up and helpless in an obviously ready to use surgery. Instead, her cunt throbbed and convulsed in anticipation of the promised orgasms.

Knowing that time was an important factor in keeping Rachael's lust-shrouded judgment focused on the sexuality of the situation, Robert ran around the table and as sensuously as possible slipped off her sandals. He left her long flowing tropical dress draped over her ass as his hands continued up. A bottle of scented body lotion on the floor helped make his caressing hands move soothingly, especially as the blossom scent reached Rachael's nose. His hands slipped under her skimpy black panties to squeeze and pull at her fleshy mounds.

She was helpless in this position. The too soft padded bra cups isolated her aching boobs from any real stimulation. Her shoulders wriggled to get some more stimulation to her ignored breasts.

Robert noticed her movements and laughingly said, "Does my little Kitty need some extra stimulation? Hold still," with this admonishment, he drew her shoulder straps down off her shoulders to her elbows. Since it was a front-clasp bra, his hands caressed her bare sides and lifted her chest enough to unclasp the front and free her hard little titties. Robert paused long enough to maul them to give her the stimulation she craved. Then, her chest was plunked down on the scratchy cotton, further teasing her aching nipples.

Robert pulled her dress up over her waist, now exposing her thin black panties. Her light red pubic hair was plainly visible through the translucent material. Robert unceremoniously pulled them down her legs and off her dangling feet. He then poured more of the lotion onto his hands and refocused his attention onto her full ass cheeks and lower back. Rachael moaned in pleasure from the stimulation of his hands. She wriggled her butt to get some more attention. Robert ignored her and kept massaging the lotion into her ass cheeks for a few more minutes.

Finally, Rachael said, "Robert, rub my pussy please. I need it so bad."

Robert was pleased to note her soft begging tone. He was tying to cure the woman of demanding anything from him. "Good little Kitty," he crooned. "For the right attitude, you get a little reward." With that, he pulled her cheeks apart and plunged his tongue deep into her clasping pussy. He felt her immediate orgasm as her silent body quivered throughout. "Kitty, I never got a chance to find your little clitty," he teased as his teeth pulled and nipped her labia, further opening up her drooling cavern. Robert smeared his right hand from a tube of sex lube and kept sucking on her overheated pussy. Packing three fingers together, he set them at her puckered asshole and gently started to wriggle them about. He was careful to let only the tip of the middle of the three fingers actually enter her tight hole. Plenty of tongue and lip action kept Rachael focused on her greedy pussy as his fingers kept relaxing and loosening the grommet. He reapplied a thick gob of lube onto his three fingers and returned them to her now relaxed ass. Each of the three fingers gently entered her tight ass chute and paused after the end joints were just inside her grommet ring. Robert started to gently whirl his wrist about to further loosen her up.

Rachael felt his wondrous tongue, lips, and teeth teasing her further. After her first orgasm, she limply collapsed and sweat started pouring off her body. She felt herself unconsciously moaning and whimpering aloud as he continued to stimulate her fired-up pussy. "Oh, his hands feel so good," she thought to herself, completely giving in to the flood of sensation. "Ahhh," she groaned in ecstasy as the sensations from her ass finally hit her brain. "Yes, Robert, yes," she hissed, barely in control. "Oh, oh, fuck me please." Rachael tried in vain to wiggle her hips back upon his thrusting tongue and teasing fingers.

Robert felt the hips start wriggling again as Rachael tried to fuck back against his face and fingers. He grinned into her sloppy pussy as he readied his fingers for a real plunge into her ass. He knew that a little pain would set off her overloaded sensory system. The gentle fingers wormed in deep. He bottomed out about four inches in when the web of his hand by the little finger struck her stretched grommet. Robert kept gently rotating the hand while he grabbed a breath of fresh air. His left hand also picked up a syringe lying under a towel by his feet. He pulled his three fingers out and lubed his hand up again. This time, he wormed in all four fingers, tightly curled into a cylinder. Rachael's overloaded brain never felt the syringe inject its contents, a load of Demerol, into her meaty ass cheek. Robert had about ten minutes before it fully kicked in. Robert quickly slipped on a condom and thrust deeply into her bowels with one motion.

Rachael actually howled, mostly in intense, almost unbearable pleasure. As Robert expected, the painful ass fuck just triggered her uncontrollable orgasms. Her eager ass tightly grasped his cock. Robert's slimy right hand worked its way into her sloppy pussy, all the way past his knuckles. Rachael was shrieking out of control. Her unbound legs kicking as best they could to try and fuck back at the two monsters in her rear holes. Finally, it was too much, Robert's cock spasmed and spewed into the condom. Rachael continued to convulse in orgasm after orgasm. Robert stepped back to pull off the slimy condom and fix his trousers. Her nicely formed ass looked totally fucked out. It was shiny from all the lotion and sex lube.

Rachael was still completely oblivious of her surroundings. The Demerol was kicking in on top of the fatigue she felt from the post-adrenaline rush.

Randy Solis stepped into the operating room with a scruffy looking local. Robert obviously expected them and walked around to Rachael's head. He pulled her hair aside and thrust in the waiting ballgag. With a motion to the two men, he went over to a sink to wash up.

The scruffy man started laying out tattoo tools and ink. He appreciatively rubbed a hand across one lush and perfect ass cheek. With a questioning look toward Robert, he paused. Robert nodded. The man set to work; the tattooing would follow his own release. Robert and Randy left the craftsman to warm up in peace. The sound of flesh slapping against flesh followed them through the swinging doors of the operating room. Robert and Randy Solis (actually known as the L.A. Surgeon, or Eugene T. Falk, MD) had some final decisions to go over concerning Doctor Patricia Kay's final surgery. Rachael didn't realize that the final act of her conversion to Doctor Rachael Patricia Quaid was just beginning. Aaron Clarke (aka Robert Morgan) had been able to convince Steve Austin that they needed a little insurance. The idea was to protect their significant investment in the doctor.

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

Back in the surgery, Rachael was undergoing a rapid cunt, ass, cunt, ass fuck. The tattoo artist was a talented switch fucker. Still unaware that something had gone wrong, she blissfully grunted and gurgled into the gag. Near constant orgasms washed through her increasingly remote body. Her brain was having an increasingly hard time concentrating on anything.

Rachael's nearly comatose form was flipped over on the mattress; her body still crosswise though. The tattooist tightly secured the poor doctor's arms and legs to the bed frame and picked up a razor. Her pubic hair would have to go, at least above the swollen cunt lips. He picked up his tattoo set and started to work. An hour or so later, he took a break by sliding his swollen cock into her cunt and rocking away. He scrubbed the lady's right nipple with an alcohol swab and prepared to pierce it. "God, I love my job," groaned the man as he fucked the gorgeous girl beneath him. The piercing gun clicked.

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

Doctor Rachael Quaid struggled to focus her thoughts. Her throat hurt and her head spun fiercely. She couldn't remember how she got, … "Where am I," she croaked. Her eyes fought to focus. A friendly black face swept into her view.

"Hi, dearie. You are finally awake. Good," the woman in a white starched nurse's uniform spoke cheerfully. She stuck her hands on her ample hips and said, "Welcome back to another glorious day in Martinique. I am your new surgical nurse, pending your final approval, of course." With that, the beaming woman wiped Rachael's brow and busied herself fixing the covers over her body.

Rachael, was still confused. She remembered looking at a clinic site with Robert. "What happened? Why am I here with you, nurse?" Rachael croaked.

The nurse carefully fed Rachael an ice chip and chattered on. "Why, dearie," that nice Mr. Robert and that doctor-man, they hired me to help you recover and get set up here in business. They awfully nice fellers." With that, she dutifully took Rachael's blood pressure and stuck a thermometer into her incredulous mouth. Afterwards, the nurse stuck a syringe into Rachael's IV bag before she could protest.

Rachael could feel the aches and pains throughout her body fading instantly as the sedative in her IV took effect as quickly as her heart could circulate the medicine. The nurse slowly drifted away and Rachael sunk into a deep and peaceful sleep.

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

Finally, fully awake and aware, two days after her surgery, Rachael sat up in bed and read a long note from Robert:

Dear Rachael,

I so wished to be there for you when you awoke. You are finally reborn as Dr. Rachael Patricia Quaid. Steve and I truly wish for your continued success, happiness, and wealth. We have not reneged on any part of our mutual agreements. Do not feel betrayed.

However, I have to admit that I was the one to worry that you would betray us once again. The restrictions you will face on your life – a parole if you will for the next two years – are entirely my doing. Steve was content to let you free in Martinique. Credit me for knowing that while you have changed for the best, you need a little help to keep from backsliding.

I have treasured our time together. You are a wonderful sexual creature. Some of our gifts will enhance that pleasure for you and your future partners (and Rachael, I hope to hold a special place in your heart). Your new breasts were a gift from both Steve and I. We love your trim, beautiful body. Your full C cups are for your lovers' enjoyment. I hope each time they sway and move because of their heft and size, that you will think of my shaft sinking deep into your being and that the jiggle is from our mutual thrusts. I know you love the sensitivity of your breasts.

You have one pieced breast and a pierced clitoral hood, each with a small golden hoop and short dangling golden chain. They are your gift to me. I think of you as willingly chaining yourself, for my full and unequivocal use. You are a wonderful submissive. It sets you free. They tie your heart tied to me.

The small tattoo above your cunt is mine. You are mine. The tiny tattoo of 'Roberts Slut Toy – Kitty' will be both your symbol of freedom and slavery. You are much freer than you realize, Rachael dear.

Now we have one remaining, not so pleasant item. I fear that without practice and discipline, you will wander off the island on a whim and the authorities will capture you. Rachael, you can become strong and I will help you. Remember my comment about parole. Well, unless Steve or I agree, you can't leave the clinic site for any reason within the next two years. You remember the dog-training collar. Well, that and the soreness above your ovaries are somewhat related. Our doctor surgically implanted a programmable trainer deep inside you. The digitally controlled unit can stun you, incapacitate you, or kill you. You are free to roam your property (Yes, the land and clinic are yours; fully paid for, as we agreed). A GPS transponder constantly signals your location to us.

If you leave your land, you will receive the first of an increasingly dangerous series of shocks; ultimately leading to your death, if you ignore the warnings. Feel free to determine the bounds of your restriction.

Another thing, the unit must be charged; else, it will also begin to shock you as it senses a diminished power level. The computer chip is smart and can't be fooled. Unless removed by an expert, surgical means of neutralization will kill you. A last twist. The charger works on an induction coil welded to a closed box under your bed frame. Unless you lie above it every night, the power unit will trigger the shock sequence.

The nurse was a real find. She has the job for two months; after that, you decide whether to keep her on.

Best of luck! I hope you give me a warm and generous welcome when next we meet.

--- Robert Morgan --- Like my namesake, the pirate; I have a strong sense of honor and love. At least as much as can be expected from a murderous scoundrel.

One of Rachael's hands held the letter while the other roamed across each part of her body discussed. The chain and ring inserted into her nipple and pussy would tug gently at her all day. With her taut tits and deeply padded bras, Rachael had never been so aware of her breasts. She came twice while reading the letter the first time. Over the next few months, Rachael read it often before drifting off to sleep, deeply satisfied from her orgasms.

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