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Rachel was laying on one of the couches where I had first seen Brian’s family being treated under the electro stimulation programme. She was sedated but conscious; she’d not objected when the Doctor slipped the hypodermic needle into a vein in her arm. She’d asked if Sukie could be with her for the start of the programme. We’d agreed and Sukie was sitting beside her stroking her hair. Rachel looked calm. The Doc lowered the gantry above her and took down each pair of wires in turn, fastening them to the studs that had would carry the current across each nipple, across her clitoris, her vulva and her anus. I could see that in spite of the sedation Rachel was gripping Sukie’s hand tightly.
“We’ll start now,” said the Doc. “Are you ready?” Rachel gave the slightest nod. The Doc threw the switch and the sequence started. Rachel gave an involuntary grunt as the first pulses began. She gripped Sukie’s hand even harder at first but then seemed to relax. Soon a quiet smile spread across her face. The Doc turned to me. “We can leave her now,” she said. “There’ll be nothing more to do now for two hours.”
Sukie looked up at me. “Can I stay?” I looked at the Doc. She shrugged.
“Yes,” I said. “I’d like that. Thank you.” Sukie smiled and turned back towards Rachel. The Doc and I left the two of them in the room. I could hear the pulse generator humming quietly as we walked out.
“It’s been interesting,” the Doc said once we were out of the room and away from Sukie’s hearing. “I think what happened was that the mental trauma of the rapes and mistreatment and her focus on using that as preventing her conditioning created a sort of mental blockage. The drugs that we were using simply served to reinforce that. It was only the effects of the staged anaphylactic episode that allowed her to draw a line under that. As you say, it’s as if she’s been able to give herself a whole new start.”
“That doesn’t explain her willingness to undergo this though, does it?”
“No, not at all. I think that’s got to do more with her past before we took her in, if I’m honest. I wonder how well she had been able to accept her sexuality prior to us acquiring her. I think that she is basically highly sexed – all our psychological profiling prior to the programme indicate that her artistic drives are perhaps behind that. She’s highly emotionally aware and highly physically sensitive as well. If she had been in an environment where that had been suppressed its probable that there was considerable internal conflict. Seeing what had been done with the other women opened her eyes to a way she could reach what she suspected was in her already. It’s curious. In some ways she’s absolving herself of responsibility by being able to claim that her behaviour is the consequence of the programme but equally she has taken the responsibility of putting herself into the programme. It’s a bit of a paradox.”
“Well, I can agree that she’s quite highly sexed,” I said thinking back to my recent encounter with her and Sukie.
The Doc, gave an embarrassed, “Hmmph. Well she’s staying in the treatment centre tonight. I want her to have at least four days on this part of the programme before taking the risk of exposing her to any other outside stimuli. Then she’ll go into her own normalised suite and start working with the thong.”
“That’s OK, Doc,” I said, “I’m as keen as you are for this to succeed. I don’t want to do anything to rock the boat. I’ve got some other work to do. If there’s nothing I can do for Rachel now, I guess I’ll get on. Let me know if there’s anything I should do.”
“Sure,” said the Doc.
I went back to my office and spent some time going through Rachel’s report on Brian’s family and the programme. I could see plenty of opportunities on the back of it, but then I guess you didn’t need to be a marketing genius for that. What I did do was to write a memo to Freddie suggesting that we used them for the hospitality event that I’d suggested for some of the buyers. Thought he’d think it was a good idea for all sorts of reasons.
I went back to the suite when I’d finished. One of the guards turned up escorting Sukie shortly after. “How is Rachel?” I asked. Sukie sank down on the couch, looking exhausted. “And how are you?”
Sukie looked up at me. “I’m. I’m all right.” She said hesitantly. “Rachel is fine too. I’m sorry. I just found it very frightening. She’s so very brave to do that.”
“I know. But it’s important to her.”
“I couldn’t do it,” Sukie was almost sobbing. “I thought I could do almost anything to please my man but, not, …. Not that.”
“She’s doing it to please herself, Sukie. No-one else.”
“You might believe that,” Sukie smiled. “You’re important to her, you know.”
“I know. She’s important to me. And so are you.” I sat down alongside her and took her in my arms. She was shaking.
“I can’t take the programme,” said Sukie. “But I can please you. If you want me to.”
I could see that right then nothing was more important to her. “I’d like that, Sukie,” I said. I did and she did too. Afterwards we both fell asleep. When I awoke Sukie slept on. I fetched her breakfast. She was outraged and we both laughed.
“Will you sit with Rachel again today?” I asked her.
“If you want me to,” Sukie said.
“You find it difficult don’t you? I don’t want to make you.”
“I know. I will go but it is frightening. I don’t know if she will be the same when she comes back. She was always sweet and kind to me. Now perhaps she will feel jealous of me. Perhaps she will forget about me. Perhaps she will ask you to get rid of me.”
“I don’t think so Sukie. And I don’t think I would listen if she did.” The girl brightened. “Look, let’s go and see her together. You needn’t stay if you don’t want to. There’s no need for you to be there. Unless you want to be.”
“Thank you,” she said, smiled and got out of bed to get showered and dressed.
We found our way back to where Rachel had been the day before. She was sitting, naked, on the side of the treatment couch. She waved as she saw us coming into the room.
The Doc appeared. “I’m just restarting things,” she said to us and then; “Lie down Rachel, please.” She picked up a hypodermic syringe. “Sedative,” she said. Rachel nodded, acceptingly. “Less than yesterday, though.” She nodded again. The Doc administered the injection. Rachel gave a comfortable, “mmm” as the sedative began to take effect. The Doc hooked up the wires and started the sequence of low frequency stimuli once more.
Rachel relaxed into it; mewing quietly, sighing, muscles twitching in response as the sequence took control. Sukie threw her arms around me. I took her out.
From what the Doc had said there was little point in either Sukie or myself being around after the first day. In spite of the lower level of sedation, the cumulative effect of the continuous stimulation meant that Rachel was pretty much lost in the programme apart from when she was sleeping – and she needed the sleep to allow her body to rest.
We both went to see her after she had been in the normalised environment for a couple of days. She came rushing towards us as soon as she saw us, flinging her arms around first Sukie – that comforted her – and then me.
Rachel was wearing one of the smock dresses in a pale blue that went well with her dark hair and piercing blue eyes. It hung from her neck collar, swaying loosely around her as she moved.
“You’re looking well.” I said. She was.
“Mmm,” she said. “I’m fine. Look it’s lovely here. See.” She waved around the flat. It was brightly lit, with cheerful colours and white wood furniture. “Let me show you. I’m going to write about it for you. So customers will know how their girls will be treated. I think they will need to know.” Her enthusiasm was infectious. Sukie was looking happier.
“We can watch all the television we want.” She picked up the remote and flicked through the channels. “Of course it’s all quite sexy stuff,” she paused on a scene of two girls stroking and licking at one another’s bodies, “but I like that. And there’s music.” I looked at a pile of CD’s, on top of the pile was Marvin Gaye’s ‘Sexual Healing’, there were plenty of other similar plays. “And magazines.” I picked up one, it looked like the usual celebrity gossip magazine on the cover but the pictures inside showed the rich and famous in positions that would startle many of their fans. “Look,” she said gripping my arm and pointing with a giggle to the magazine I was looking at. “Who’d have thought she could do that???” She sank back on the couch. “It’s just lovely and I feel so…”
She paused and put her hand up to the side of her head. I saw she was wearing a small ear piece.
“I’m sorry,” she said. “I must do my exercises now. Will you excuse me? If I don’t .. they won’t .. Well, you know about the thong, don’t you?”
I nodded.
“If I do as they say then I get my pleasure from the thong. Not like with you,” she looked at me, “or you,” she turned to Sukie, “but it’s so nice and it seems so right in here. So I must exercise.”
“That’s all right, Rachel.”
“You should call me ‘Slave’ really Sir, or use my number.” No sooner had the words left her mouth than she gave an “Mmmm!” and clutched at her crotch. She gave a satisfied “Ohhh”, swallowed and blushed. I could see at once the effect of the reinforcing stimulation of the thong in response to approved, conformant behaviour.
I smiled. “Of course. Run along Slave. Do your exercises. We can talk later. Remember what happens. I want you to write it for me.”
Rachel smiled and bowed her head. “Of course, Sir,” she said. “It will be my pleasure.” She laughed and skipped off towards the other room. Sukie and I left the room. I took her back to our suite.
“Rachel seems happy,” I said.
“Yes,” said Sukie slowly. “I think she is but only time will tell if this is right for her. Where I was brought up it was usual for girls to learn to be subservient, to seek to bring pleasure. Here in the west it is not part of your culture. Perhaps it can be learned when you are older. I am not sure.”
“I’m not sure either, Sukie,” I said. “But I hope you will help her. It’s what she wants.”
“And it will be difficult for you.”
“For me?”
“It’s not easy to have someone who depends on you. You’ve been kind to her and to me. But being kind is not easy. Cruelty is always easier.”
As always Sukie gave me a valuable insight. I hadn’t really thought about what would happen when Rachel completed her programme. All I had thought so far was that she would be there, writing when I wanted. That and the fact that I’d have Freddie off of my back as well. I needed to think about what was next.
I went back to see the Doctor. “How’s she doing?” I asked.
“Well,” she said. “Really well. I mean she is obviously responding to the programme but it’s more than that. She’s really taken it on board very willingly. She’s making much quicker progress than the others we’ve put through it. We’ve started her on the exerciser already.”
“The excerciser? I knew she was doing some exercises but I wasn’t sure what was involved.”
“You can have a look if you like.” The Doc said, pulling back the curtains from a viewing panel that looked into part of Rachel’s accommodation.
Rachel was crouched, kneeling, over a metal frame. She didn’t appear to be strapped to it but she was effectively held in place by three plugs that protruded into her from the frame. One, at her head, filled her mouth, the others penetrated her arse and her vagina. The set up looked very similar to the cages and frames that we’d been using in Orientation for some time. Rachel’s fingers could reach buttons that were connected by wires to the plugs and to other wires that attached to her nipples.
“This is about reinforcing her ability to give herself pleasure. The thong gives her pleasure feed-back in return for conformant behaviours. This allows her to get used to acting directly for her own pleasure. The buttons control the activity of each of the plugs and the wires. The plugs can expand and contract and move in and out. The wires deliver low frequency pulses or short sharp shocks. The screen in front of her gives her the sequence of buttons that she should press. As long as she follows the sequence the plugs and wires deliver appropriately pleasurable stimuli. If she makes a mistake or she doesn’t respond quickly enough the stimuli stop and she has to wait for a while. That’s excruciating for her in her current state of arousal so she has a high incentive to keep pressing the buttons. It helps reinforce the idea that conformance brings pleasure. At this stage is pretty much the equivalent to the thong, just more intensive and covering more points.” Rachel gave a moan. I could see she was sucking vigorously on the plug that filled her mouth as it moved backwards and forwards slowly. “After this she’ll be given a target score to achieve during a particular period and allowed to make her own choices about which stimuli she uses in what order.” The screen in front of Rachel changed again and she gave another squeal and bucked her hips as the pulsing at her mouth was succeeded by a thrusting motion form the plug that penetrated her cunt.
“What will she be like, Doc?” I said. “When she’s finished?”
“I’d have thought she’d be every man’s dream,” the Doctor said. “Obedient, respectful, willing to please and desperate for sex at every opportunity.”
“That’s going to take quite some living up to,” I said.
“She’s a writer isn’t she?” I nodded. “She’ll be anxious to do whatever you want. So if you want her to write, she will. She’ll be very keen to please – she should produce good work, just because it will be important to please you. She’ll need stimulation in return, of course. You’ll have to maintain the positive feed-back at least for a while. But you can do that with the thong. Or you could grant her time on the exerciser. Or,” she gave me a look that suggested she’d already decided that I was a complete degenerate, “you can take care of things yourself. I’d advise a combination of the three really. Unless you want to completely wear yourself out. I’ll warn you that her appetite will almost certainly exceed your ability to respond.”
I could see that I had plenty to think about.
I gave Freddie an update on Rachel’s progress. He seemed happy. I was wondering whether he was really worried about the outcome or whether he was just keen to see me getting fully involved. Whichever was the case, the threat of violent intervention appeared to have receded.
Rachel was still completing the programme. I’d
called Sarah into my office. She appeared, smartly dressed as always her
clearly visible collar the only real indication of her slave status, exactly on
time. “Good morning, Mr Ross,” she said brightly. “It’s so nice to be back
here. How can I help?”
I told her that I wanted to talk to her
about her experiences with Brad and Lauren to help build up my picture of the
ways that our customers used their purchases. I could see she was uncomfortable
with the idea of re-visiting the past few weeks but I wasn’t really interested
in her concerns and I brushed them aside. “I’m sorry, Sarah, I’m sure you
didn’t enjoy it but that’s hardly the point is it?”
“But Larry,” she began.
“I think we’ll keep this on a formal basis,
#06.085,” I said using her slave number. You could see that she wasn’t used to
it. It brought her up short.
“I’m sorry, er,
Sir,” she said, dropping her head, submissively. “Of course, I’ll answer any
questions that you have.”
“Good, that’s better, Sarah,” I responded. She smiled. “Carry on in that way and we’ll get along just fine.”
“Of course, Sir,” she said.
I picked up my note book. This would have been easier with Rachel to take notes and write things up but I could manage. She was well on in her programme but I didn’t going to use her for things like this just yet. “So,” I said, “tell me about your duties at the Castle.”
“Umm, well, I didn’t really have anything much to do for the Emir, you know. He left on some business trip and I was supposed to be taking care of his daughter. Well, she took that to mean I was to be her personal slave. Most of the time I was running around for her finding meals or drinks or getting her things when she was down by the pool. Fetching and carrying really. I mean she shouted at me a lot and she locked me in the chastity belt when she found me with the guards by the pool but apart from that, she was alright I suppose.”
“Beatings or other punishments?”
“Well no, not really. I mean I try to do a good job so perhaps she didn’t have cause to. She did slap my face once when she thought I hadn’t been quick enough to bring something but apart from that, until she locked me in the pillory, she hadn’t beaten me at all. It was all a bit sudden. I didn’t expect it; she just seemed to suddenly decide I’d crossed some invisible line. Thinking about it maybe she had her eyes on one of the guards for herself.”
I thought about what Sarah was saying. Lauren was obviously inexperienced. Keeping slaves needed skills like any other form of management. I knew from my own background that if you wanted staff to change it was best to pick up undesirable behaviour early on. “But then who sends you to slave keeping school?” I thought. It was an interesting thought. I made a note of it. Maybe there was an opportunity related to the expansion in markets with new slave keepers emerging. How else would they learn about security, appropriate punishment, care and feeding? It wasn’t intuitive, after all.
Sarah carried on talking about her experiences serving Lauren. It sounded pretty much as though Lauren had just wanted a housemaid, although amusingly Sarah was absolutely banned from cleaning up Lauren’s room. Lauren had been very concerned that her father shouldn’t get the wrong idea, she wanted it to look like a tip and so it was left.
I quizzed her some more. No, the guards hadn’t raped her; Brad was very tight on discipline and wouldn’t allow it, although a couple of the guards had asked him if they could. No, Lauren hadn’t tried to use her sexually either, hadn’t made any mention of it.
I asked her about her living arrangements.
It had been fairly comfortable because there hadn’t been any other slaves in
the castle at the time, she’d had a room to herself, locked in at night, of
course, and the way things were set up now there would have been three others
in the room and they’d have been locked to their beds but they hadn’t bothered
with that because she was on her own. The daily routine started at
We spent an hour or so talking. I thought
I’d got some useful ideas out of it. It was clear that new slave keepers and
the expansion of the market into slaves for women was going to need different
training arrangements. I sent Sarah back to Harry and set about drafting a note
to Rick and Freddie on my thoughts. That took me up to lunch time.
Rick caught Harry, Tricia and myself in the canteen. We’d just finished lunch. He dropped his own tray alongside us. “Snatched any good women lately?” he asked.
Harry just looked up from his coffee.
“I’ve got an answer to that memo of yours – about the Cindy collection.”
“Good,” said Harry. “How does it look?”
“OK, I think. We found her all right, although your details were a bit misleading.”
“How come,” said Harry, warily.
“Well we’ve got a Cindy Bailey. Works for a motor dealer.
Used to work in their
“That sounds right,” Harry said.
“We thought so. Only thing is your note
said you thought she’d be in
“Fair enough, it’s not that far away. She could have moved again.”
Rick shook his head. “Nope.
Been there all the time since they closed the
Harry grunted.
“Anyway, do you want to run through the details?”
“Yeah sure,” said Harry, “I’d finished lunch anyway.”
“Fine,” said Rick pulling a manila file out from under his tray. “I thought you would. He opened the file. “Let’s see. Cindy Bailey, 25 years old, red head, neat body. Looks quite like your Sarah, thinking about it.”
“Yeah,” said Harry, “I know. In fact that’s the idea.”
Rick went on, reading from the file. “Lives on her own, small flat, edge of
“I thought Sarah said she had more of a PA / admin role,” I said chipping in.
“That’s right,” said Rick. “She did. That’s
what she started as when she moved up from
“They seem to be more reliable than mine,” said Harry with an acidic tone.
“That’s what you pay research for,” Rick chirped. “There’s pictures in here including a couple that we sneaked of her sunbathing on the back of a truck behind the garage. Certainly a saleable body if you ask me. Takes a lot of trouble with her looks. Spends on the clothes, make up, jewellery. May even have had a bit of a perk-em-up job done on the front lady bumps. They shouldn’t point up at the sky like that when she’s laying on her back, I think.”
Harry winced at Rick’s use of language. “OK. What’s the collection proposal?”
“The flat’s a possibility but it’s not great. It’s on the second floor,” Harry grimaced, “but there’s access at the rear through a garden and out to an alley way. Couldn’t get a van down there though and it’s maybe 80 yards to the road running down behind seven other properties. You’d get in that way all right but you’d probably have to bring her out through the front. Social venues are a bit unpredictable after dumping her bloke. My favourite is to set up something around work maybe. She’s out and about a lot of the time. Seems to manage her own diary. They don’t keep very close tabs on her. You could maybe show some interest in a motor, take it for a spin with her, use your usual charm, just don’t take her back.”
“That could work,” said Harry. “Are there details on the garage in the file?”
“Yeah, sure,” said Rick, passing him the file. “Here you go.”
I really didn’t have time to get involved
in the Cindy Bailey collection, after spending effort with the other pick-ups
for the Emir. They are fun to go on but, it’s not really the job and besides I
needed to finish mapping out the account management programme for Freddie. It
looked like I was going to need a team of two or three to cover the Kushtian
side of things, two more for the
I was still beavering away at my ideas a couple of evenings later when Tricia walked in closely followed by Harry and a bound Sarah. Harry sat Sarah down and tossed his knapsack onto the desk alongside of her. Tricia untied Sarah’s wrists.
“Easy job,” said Tricia. “Easy job.”
“Yes,” said Harry, “you did that well. You’re certainly coming on. That’s got our little red-headed girl in the bag, so we can keep the Emir happy.”
“Oh right,” I said, “this was the Cindy Collection was it?” Sarah was busying herself tidying away the contents of Harry’s knapsack into the cupboard in his office. She said nothing.
“Yepp,” said Harry. “They’re just getting her out of the back of her car down in the loading bay.”
“It went all right then?”
“Sure it did, thanks to your girl here and some help from Sarah.”
Tricia chipped in. “It was pretty straight forward really. Harry and I posed as a couple of potential buyers. Looking for a fleet deal for a new business we’re establishing, maybe half a dozen sales exec cars plus four higher spec models for board members. Cindy was hot to trot for an order like that. Like we expected, she didn’t even stop to tell her boss where she was going. Anyway she pulled out all the stops. Took us for a test drive in a S600L All very nice.”
“Then we just had to get her bagged,” said Harry. “We asked her to stop at our hotel. We said we were renting a couple or rooms as a base until we got the offices set up. She didn’t really want to come up to our room but we said….”
“There was an old friend that wanted to meet her. Didn’t she know a girl called Sarah in her last job? She was now working for us and would hate to miss seeing her. Well Cindy’s really keen to see her old friend, says how they lost touch what with the problems with her ex and all and that she’d meant to get back in touch with her again but she’d never got around to it and it would be great to see her again.“
“So we all walk up to the room and sure enough Sarah’s in there, and Cindy says ‘Hi!’ and that moment is all we need.”
“By the time she realises anything is wrong, Harry’s in behind her with a chloro pad and she’s stretched out on the floor of the room. I get her taped up and quiet with a nice big wad of cloth in her mouth. Used some of the new lip glue to keep her mouth shut like we had with Sarah. Oh shit – I forgot to tell the guys on the loading bay we’d used chloro. She’ll vomit all over them as soon as they loosen off her lips and take that gag out.” She looked at her watch. “Oh well, probably too late now. Anyway, we wait until dark, slip her out the back way and into the back of the S600L. She and Sarah ride in the back strapped in and sitting up nice as you please. Cindy’s still out, Sarah’s trussed up, both of them with their lips glued shut - from outside they look normal as anything. We motor quietly back here.”
What’s all this about lip glue? Is this something new?
“Yes,” said Tricia. “It’s quite useful stuff. It’s a high-strength skin glue. Works pretty well instantaneously but you can loosen it off with the right solvent. You can put it in all sorts of stuff. Like a lip-stick, for example. Can’t you Sarah?”
“Mmmm,” said Sarah in response and I realised that her lip glue gag was still in place.
“You should have seen the look on her face when she realised what had happened! We gave her the lipstick as we were going out and suggested she try it. A couple of strokes, she purses her lips in the mirror and – whap – they’re stuck together. There was quite a lot of mmphing, you can imagine but there was no way we were taking her out on a job without some security in place and that proved ideal. We walked her into the hotel with no problems. Got her set up behind the desk with her ankles roped and tied to the chair. From the front it looked like she was just sitting at the desk. She couldn’t say anything with her lips glued shut. We left a baby sitter with her to make sure she behaved until we got back with Cindy the sales lady. I reckon we’ll use the stuff again.”
“How was Sarah? She must have found it hard, helping you pick her friend up?”
“That was the deal,” said Harry, grimly. “She was to supposed to help and in return she didn’t get sold to the Emir. A deal is a deal in my book. If she hadn’t wanted to be involved she shouldn’t have said anything in the first place.”
“And,” said Tricia, “we’ve got a nice new limo for the business. Plus there was a whole pile of Cindy’s work files and her laptop in the boot. Might be some interesting stuff there. Harry, I’d like to get Research to check it out. If there’s any follow ups on this then perhaps it’s a project I could take a lead on.”
“Maybe,” said Harry. “I’ll think about it.”
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