Market Forces

Chapter 14: I Spice With My Little Eyes

 

I’d arranged to meet up with the Kalinin and his son in the conference room at the Prep Centre. I got there a little early and bumped into Harry as I walked in. “How’s your new PA,” I asked. “Has she worked out what’s going on yet?”

 

“Oh, I think so,” said Harry. “In fact I was just about to pop in to see her, if you wanted to have a look.”

 

“Yeah, sure,” I said, “I’ve got a while and I haven’t really seen too much of the Prep Centre side of things.”

 

“She’s in here,” said Harry unlocking a door.

 

Sarah was curled up on the floor in one corner of the cell, chained by her neck collar to a ring in the wall. She looked up with a scowl as we came in.

 

“She seems to have lost some of her sunny disposition,” I said.

 

“I don’t want to see you. Go away. I’ve got nothing to say. Leave me alone why don’t you?” Sarah said.

 

Harry looked disappointed. He unlocked a small cabinet to one side of the room. I saw it contained an array of straps, chains, and flogger. Harry took a ball gag from the cabinet and advanced on Sarah with it. “This conversation is going to be a little one sided, I’d like you to listen and not interrupt,”

 

“I won’t be gagged, I won’t, I won’t,” she shook her head as Harry went towards her. He ignored her objections and grabbed a hank of her red hair and twisted. As she yelped in pain he pushed the ball in place, jerked the strap tight and clicked the locking catch shut. He let go her hair and she sank back down on her heels, reaching up to tug ineffectually at the strap that held the gag in place. She gave a muffled groan of frustration.

 

“There,” said Harry. “Now perhaps you’ll listen. You’ve had an easy ride of it here, so far.” A muffled grunt of disbelief answered him. “Because you aren’t being sold, or at least you’re not being sold yet, you’ve not been raped and you’ve barely been beaten except when you’ve been particularly difficult. All that is because I am keen for you to take up the role for which I originally interviewed you. Now it seems to me you have a choice at this point. Either you can accept my job offer,” Sarah grunted and shook her head. “As I was saying, either you can accept my job offer or we can put you into the pool of girls for resale.” This time she shook her head vigorously. “I can offer you a situation in which you will remain here and be treated well. I am sure you can imagine how it will be if you are sold – I cannot be responsible for where you will end up and to what use you might be put. I am sure that your talent for dancing will attract a certain sort of buyer but apart from that who knows.” Sarah gave a whimper of despair. “Now, I’m going to give you one last chance to decide.”

 

As he said this another girl appeared carrying a tray containing a heap of ropes of different thicknesses. “We have a buyer coming to our next auction who is particularly interested to acquire a red headed slave for his collection: he’s particularly keen on elaborate bondage and he’s asked for a few pictures of potential acquisitions. We’ll give you a chance to show if you’re suited to this sort of thing.” He turned to the girl with the ropes. “See what you can do with her,” he said. “She should be fairly supple, most dancers are. Don’t hold back - I know our prospective buyer won’t.”

 

I left Sarah, Harry and the girl to go in search of the Kalinin.

 

The Kalinin and his son were sitting on the couch in our conference room. Clegg had come in with them as well. “I am surprised that you have solved this problem so quickly,” the Kalinin said.

 

“Well, your highness, I’ll wait until you have seen what I propose before making any claim,” I replied. Clegg smiled. “I’d like to show you a short video and then we can discuss next steps, if that is acceptable.”

 

“Video?” queried the Kalinin.

 

“Yes, your highness. I wanted to make sure we were going down the right track.”

 

“Very well,” he answered, “continue.”

 

I pressed the button the closed the conference room curtains and dimmed the lights. The video projector flickered and burst into life with the Clegg Enterprises logo. Out of the speakers came the sound of U2’s “Even Better Than The Real Thing…”  It faded down and the video began with All Spice hammering out “Say You’ll Be There”. Close ups of the five girls were inter-cut with black and white photos of the real Spice Girls as they were then and as they are now. It was interesting watching the Kalinin’s son – he’d obviously never thought about the fact that the pictures of the chicks he’d been beating off to were all taken seven years ago. He was definitely attracted by the idea of All Spice who look more like what he’d been getting off on than the girls who were in the real band do now. Plus the All Spice ‘Ginger’ was in her more pneumatic style which also got approval. The U2 track faded up again. Next up was a Nicola Roberts look-alike that we found. She’s got a pretty good voice too and if anything her hair was redder than the real Nicola’s – least ways that’s how it looked in the video. Same went for the ‘Nicole Kidman’ who thought we were looking for a stand in for some advertising work. I could see that the son was getting pretty keen. The U2 track faded down. The video moved on to a series of short clips from some recruitment auditions. The girls had thought we were setting up for the opening of a new Hooters in London. Each had a girl sitting in as chair saying, “Hi, I’m Jo (or Jenny, or Marcy or whatever) and I really want to be a Hooters Girl. Pick me, why don’t you?” Then she pulls off her top, gives the camera a good shot of her boobs, pulls on a Hooters t-shirt, steps out of their skirt or jeans and into a pair of the famous orange shorts before walking up and down to show how the outfit looks on them. There were six of them all well stacked, of course, and blondes or redheads.

 

By the end of it the Kalinin’s son was practically dribbling. The Kalinin beamed with approval at me. He turned to the distracted youth. “Well, my son, he said. It is traditional for your father to provide the first women for your harem. You can make your choice from those.”

 

“Choose, father?” the son responded. “I do not need to choose, I shall be able to satisfy them all.” I was pleased by the son’s response, reckoning the value of an order for thirteen pickups.

 

His father, however, was less than happy. “Son,” he said, a harem is like a garden. You should not plant all the beds at once. At first it is best to begin with a plot that can be easily cultivated, then as experience grows, it is possible to tend a larger area. I suggest that you start with three.”

 

“But father, your own harem in Kushtia had over fifteen wives.”

 

“Yes, son, but that took me many years.”

 

“But father, ..” the son began.

 

“I wonder if I might suggest a compromise,” I said, concerned that the entire exercise was about to dissolve into a family argument.

 

The Kalinin held up his hand to silence his son. “Please do,” he said.

 

“Perhaps if we were to proceed initially by acquiring the group All Spice for your son. It seems that, although they are five, they will be easily managed as they are used to being together Because of their youth they will soon become adapted to your son and his ways. From our side it would be very difficult to acquire less than the entire group and it hardly seems sensible to split up the set once acquired. I would think, also that the group provides a good selection of women as a starting point for a harem with a range of different looks and characters. It will provide the Prince with a good selection of types with which to develop his skills and tastes further.”

 

The son looked sceptical at the reduction in his ambitions as did the father, concerned at this increase in his planned commitment. “Five is still more than I had considered,” he said.

 

The Prince however, evidently saw that this was as good a deal as he was likely to get. “Oh father, please,” he said. “They will look well together in the harem dress. The one called Posh has a haughty look that I long to tame. Emma has a sweetness that will be so good to corrupt. The two Melanies will be a source of constant amusement.”

”And I think your highness,” I interjected, “that Geri will prove a satisfying acquisition as well. As far as we can tell both the hair colour and the figure are genuine and un-enhanced.”

 

“You see father,” the Prince went on, “a good investment. A good starting point for me.”

 

The Kalinin appeared to soften. “Very well,” he said. “How can I deny my eldest boy?” He turned to me. “It seems we are agreed on your proposal,” he said. “You will arrange their collection?” 

 

“Of course, your highness,” I replied, thinking that I’d keep the rest for another occasion.

 

“Good,” he said. “That seems to resolve things. I shall tell Clegg that I am pleased by your approach. I am sure we shall do more business in future.”

 

It had been a successful session. I went to tell Harry that we needed to get started on the arrangements. I found him back in Sarah’s cell. The bondage that Sarah had been put in was evidently agonising, her gagged grunts of complaint from earlier had been replace by an almost continuous muffled wail of pain. She was swinging suspended from the ceiling of the cell, her elbows dragged together behind her back and her ankles doubled up behind her back. Coarse ropes criss-crossed her tits, and pulled across her crotch. Thin ropes stretched from each of her big toes to rings on the wall so that the slightest swinging motion threatened to dislocate them. The ball gag had been replaced by a gag of knotted rope that was linked back to her elbow tie and her ankles, bending her head backwards.

 

Harry turned to the girl that had put Sarah into her predicament. “Have you got all the photographs you need?”

 

“Yes,” she said. “I think she’ll be quite good for this if you do decide to let her go.”

 

“Thanks,” said Harry. “we’ll have to see if she’s decided that this is her sort of thing or not. Now, Sarah.” She gave a groan of despair. He picked a cane from the toy cupboard and ran it along her thigh. “Now, it seems to me you have a simple choice. Come and do the job I asked you to do or take the chance of something like this.” Another, more pleading, groan came from the suspended girl. “Would you like this to stop?” A slight nod of the head set her swinging, the cords pulling at her toes, causing another squeal of pain. “Good,” said Harry. “I can make it stop if you’re ready to do as I ask. Can I assume you are?” Another nod, another squeal of pain. ”Excellent, I am pleased. You know what they say - one volunteer is worth ten pressed men.” Harry turned to the girl. “Cut her down,” he said. The girl looked disappointed. “There will be plenty of others don’t worry and this one will be back if she doesn’t continue to comply.”

 

Sarah was lowered to the ground slowly, the ropes removed from her toes, elbows and ankles. The knotted rope gag was removed, leaving the corners of her mouth sore and bleeding. She curled up in a sobbing heap at Harry’s feet.

 

“Now,” Harry said to the girl. “You can start earning your way out of here. Keep on being obedient and you can earn some clothes, when you’re fully dressed you can start work. You’ll be out of the cells and you’ll only have me to answer to. Do you understand?” Sarah nodded. “Every time one of the guards thinks you’re not being obedient enough you’ll be stripped naked and have to start again. Understand?” Another nod. “It’s up to you how long it takes.” He turned to the girl that had trussed Sarah so viciously. He passed her the cane “Give her twenty stokes with this every evening that she remains in here,” he said. Sara whimpered. “But give her some stockings and a garter belt. I thinks she’s earned those this afternoon.”

 

Harry smiled as we left the cell. “I think she’ll come around to my way of seeing things,” he said. “Now, what do you want to set up for the Kalinin.

 

We talked through my ideas about All Spice and then Harry suggested we went down to the canteen for some lunch.

 

It was pretty crowded by the time we got there but we managed to find a table. We’d been there about five minutes when two heavily built men in the uniform black tee-shirts that all the guards wore wandered up.

 

“Mind if we join you?” the taller of the two said.

 

“Sure,” said Harry. “There’s not much space in here today.”

 

“Can’t think why,” said the other, “when you look at what they’re serving. Harry, you really ought to try and pick up someone that can cook for in here.”

 

Harry grinned and prodded his lunch with his fork. “It’s a thought,” he said.

 

The first man said, “Hey, you two guys picked up the busty blonde piece that was snatched with the redhead, didn’t you? You’re going to love this.”

 

“Uhhuh, what was her name, Julia – Jules,” said Harry, “Is she giving you some grief?”

 

“Nah. She’s in the block I’m looking after and she’s been average cooperative up until now. This morning she starts coming on to me, when I take her gag off. ‘Why don’t I be nice to you,’ she goes. ‘Sure you could fuck me, like you get to fuck all the girls but wouldn’t it be nice to have some fun where I’m joining in?’ And she’s pushing her tits at me and licking her lips.”

 

“Even Jack here got the point,” his friend said.

 

“Well I think her idea sounds like fun, I mean when you get to rape women anytime you choose you think maybe there’s something a bit kinky about her joining in, you know. She says that it’s part of a deal, she’ll give me a real good time if I help her get out. I think the first bit sounds good - let’s worry about the second bit after. She turns out to be rather a good screw. Very bouncy, if you know what I mean, given the limits of those beds in the cells.”

 

“Yeah, Harry, can you do anything about that?”

 

“Not my area, really,” said Harry, “I don’t run the Prep Centre, better talk to Rick.” He took another mouthful of food. “So then what?”

 

“Well she says how are we going to organise the escape? I tell her we’ll use one of the transport trunks. I get it down from despatch and bring it into the cell, tell her to hide inside it.”

 

“And strap her in because of course she might bounce around otherwise,” Jack’s pal interrupts with a grin.

 

“Then I tell her that I’m going to smuggle her out but it will take a while and she’s got to be real quiet. I shut the trunk and left her for about half an hour then wheeled it around the Prep Centre a couple of times, put her on a truck and drove her around the site for a while. She’s in the trunk on the truck in the delivery bay right now.”

 

“Ain’t that a gas! She’s going to be spitting pins when we get her out of that trunk,” Jack’s friend laughed.

 

“This I want to see,” said Harry. “How about you, Larry?”

 

I nodded. We all finished up our lunch and Jack led the way down to the delivery bay. Jules’s case was sitting there just as he’d said. He leant down beside it and said quietly, “Hey babe, we’re here. Not far now.” There was a squeak from inside the trunk as he pulled it back on its wheels and pushed it towards the cell that Julia had left only a couple of hours before.

 

With the trunk back in Julia’s cell. Jack bent down again beside it. “How you doing babe?” he asked.

 

“I’m real stiff,” she called out from inside the trunk. “These straps are too tight and I can’t move at all in here. Are we there yet?”

 

“Yeah, sure,” said Jack, “hang on, I’ll open the trunk.” He laid it down so that Julia was on her back, bringing another squeal from inside the trunk. He fumbled noisily with the locks on the lid. As he lifted it open, Julia realised that she and Jack were not alone.

 

“Hello,” said Harry. “I really don’t think you should be trying this sort of thing.”

 

Julia was struggling against her straps and suggesting that Jack was in the business of having carnal knowledge of his maternal parent.

 

Harry went on, “You’ve really got to get used to the idea” – he picked up the dog tag she wore attached to her collar – “06/085, that you’ll get on better here if you do as we wish. Now since you were so keen to get into that trunk you can stay there for a couple of days. Spend a bit of time thinking about things. You’re not going to get away. I think you’d be better off coming to terms with that.”