Karen and Michelle’s Sad Story

Karen and Michelle’s Sad Story Part 2 Michelle’s Story Chapter 64

By Redlegtiger

Edited by msboy8

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Chapter 64, Mischief’s afoot

It had been the better part of two weeks since the FBI had found Angie and brought her to the hospital.  Angie had recovered well and was ready to be discharged.  She turned to Karen who was sitting beside Brittany holding her hand.  She would never understand why Karen felt she had to be there for that bitch.  She could never forgive Brittany for the hell she put her through at Clearview.  She also knew that Brittany had tortured and abused Karen as well.  She didn’t understand that Karen felt guilty for not keeping her promise to keep her safe if she helped the FBI.  She felt that it was her responsibility that she was almost tortured to death by the organization. It was something that Angie would never understand no matter how many times Karen explained to her.

Angie finally spoke up and asked the question that Karen had been expecting.  She asked, “Karen.  Can you arrange for me to see my parents?  I want to meet them and explain to them why I can’t live with them any more.  I’m sure they are beside themselves with worry.  By now they will have heard something about what has been going on with the organization.”

Karen answered her saying, “Are you sure you want to do that.  Sometimes it is best that they don’t know.  If they know where you are and even that you are alive, they would open themselves up as targets for any huntsmen that the FBI may miss.  They would become as dangerous to the organization as you or I are.  Is that what you want?”

Angie thought about it for a few moments and said, “Isn’t there some way that I could be taken there without anyone else knowing?  I mean like disguised or something.”

Karen thought about that for a few minutes and answered, “Let me make a few calls and see what we can arrange.  I think we might be able to arrange something like that.”

Angie smiled and said, “I hope so.  I want to let my parents know that I love them and don’t blame them for what happened.  I’m sure they are feeling guilty about sending me to that school.  But they didn’t know what it really was.  I know they would never have let me go if they had known.”

Karen got up and left the room.  When she did, Angie got up and went over to look at Brittany.  She was still wrapped up in bandages so that you couldn’t see what had been done to her body.  She felt the hate build up for Brittany and she finally said in as menacing a voice as she could muster, “You better hope we never have to be alone together for any length of time.  I promise you that your life will be just as bad as you made it for me and my friends if I have anything to do with it.”  She reached over and squeezed at a lump in the bandage that corresponded with where her tits would be.  Brittany moaned in pain even though she was unconscious.  Angie went back over and sat back down on her bed.

It was a few moments later that Karen came back in.  She said, “It’s been all arranged.  This afternoon we’ll disguise you as an FBI agent and we will go see your parents.  They’ll bring a uniform and a wig for you to wear into the house.  Hopefully no one will be looking close enough to see how young you are.  But that is the best way to hide the fact that you are visiting your parents.  If anyone asks, they will be instructed to tell anyone that the FBI was just asking if they knew where you were.  We think that will protect them.  We’ll go right after lunch.”

Angie quickly walked up to Karen and said, “Thank you so much Karen.  I appreciate what you have done more than you’ll ever know.  We bitchpups always imagined that we were as good at being slaves as you were.  You also gave us hope that some day we could escape.  We never believed them when they said that you were dead.  Michelle, Aminda and Lisa were the absolute best.  They took all of their punishments and didn’t complain.  They even helped the rest of us so that we weren’t punished as much.  I am so happy that I met them and became their friend, even having gone through everything we have together.  I always try to be as strong as they are.  I know my parents will never understand the pain and the suffering we have been through.  Only someone like you that has been through it can understand.  Will you go with me to help try and explain it to them?”

Karen was surprised at this request but she answered, “Of course I will.  I promise that I will help in any way I can.”

It was about two in the afternoon that an FBI van pulled up in front of Angie’s parent’s home.  Karen immediately recognized the house.  It was her parent’s home.  The one she lived in when she was originally raped.  Karen thought back to that day that her parents discovered her in the bathroom staring at the positive pregnancy test.  It took Angie three times calling her name before she broke out of her stupor of thought. 

Angie was surprised at the change that came over Karen.  She had gone from the strong and supportive Karen that she knew, to someone that looked like she had seen a ghost.  She quietly asked, “What’s wrong Karen?”

Karen didn’t answer as she stared at the house.  Angie took Karen’s hand and squeezed it hard to get Karen’s attention.  When Karen looked at her instead of the house she asked again, “What’s wrong Karen?”

Karen swallowed and then said in a whisper of a voice, “This is the house I grew up in.  This is the house I lived in when I was raped by Darrell.  This is where I was forced to marry him and where my own parents raped me and abused me at the reverend’s bidding.”

Angie understood now what was bothering Karen.  She said, “You haven’t been here since then and are worried about how it will affect you aren’t you?”

Karen shook her head yes and said, “I didn’t know that this is where you lived.  Your parent’s must have bought it after my parents were arrested and enslaved by the organization.  Come on then.  Let’s get you in to see your parents.”

They went up to the house accompanied by two FBI agents.  To anyone looking, there were four FBI agents visiting the house.  Karen knocked on the door and it opened immediately.  Angie’s mother opened the door and asked, “What is so important that you had to have us take off work.  We can’t afford to be away for long.  Come on in so we can get this over with.”

As soon as they were all in the house and the door was closed, Angie took off her wig.  Her mother had been walking into the living room where her husband and Angie’s father was waiting.  This was the same room that Karen’s Father, Paul and Brittany had tortured her and burned all of her possessions in the fire place.  Karen took a trip down memory lane as they followed Angie’s mother into the room.  Angie squeezed Karen’s hand and looked at Karen.  Karen broke out of her trip down memory lane and said, “I’ll be all right.  I’m here for you.”

As they entered the room, Angie’s Father saw Angie for the first time in three years.  She had grown up and turned into a beautiful young woman but he recognized her.  He stood up in shock and held his arms out, “My god it’s Angie hon.  Come here and give your father a hug.  I’m so sorry.  We had no idea what they were doing to you at that school.  We’ve been worried sick about you.  Welcome home.”

Angie let go of Karen’s hand and ran to her father and latched on to him in a bear hug.  She started crying.  She cried in both happiness and sadness.  In sadness because she knew that this was most likely the last time she would be with them.  Happiness to know that they still loved her in spite of what she had become and that they wanted to be reunited with her. 

Angie’s father looked at Karen and said, “I know you.  You’re Karen Peterson.  You were married to Darrell Mitchell weren’t you?”

Karen answered, “Yes I am.  I also grew up in this house.”

Angie’s father responded, “Yes we know.  We bought the house after the bank foreclosed on the mortgage after your parents were arrested.  I know you probably don’t remember us but my wife and I went to elementary school with you until you advanced two grades.  We would have been in the same class together in high school if you wouldn’t have advanced.  We both know who you are.  As a matter of fact, I’m sorry to say that we participated in that little parade they forced you to take through town.  You were enslaved by this organization we’ve been hearing about weren’t you?  It was all a lie by them and the reverend to turn the town’s people against you wasn’t it?”

Karen shook her head and answered honestly, “Yes on both accounts.  All of those things that I was accused of doing, I was forced to do by members of the organization.  It was all carefully orchestrated to turn the entire town against me and isolate me.  They were trying to break me and it worked for a while.  But that’s enough about me.  We’re here so you can be reunited with your daughter and so you’ll know she is okay.”

Angie’s mom said, “We are so happy to have you back.  When they told us that the school had been closed down, we were so worried about you.  Then no one could tell us what happened to you and we feared the worst.   Come give your mother a hug honey.”

Angie let go of her father and gave her mother a bear hug.  She was still crying a little but was slowly getting control of her emotions.  She had expected something like this but she hadn’t expected it to be so overwhelming. It was a few more minutes before she finally let go.  She backed up from them and went back beside Karen.  She took Karen’s hand and then said, “We need to sit down and talk.”

Karen and Angie sat down in a love seat next to each other while Angie’s parents sat on the couch.  The other two FBI agents stood outside of the room to give them some privacy.

There was a long pause of silence as they looked at each other.  Karen gave Angie’s hand a gentle squeeze of support and whispered, “Go on.  I’m here for you.”

Angie finally mustered the strength she needed to speak up and said, “Mom… Dad… I know that you want me to come back home to be with you.”

Her mom butted in and said, “Of course we want you to come back home.  That’s where you belong.”

Angie took a deep breath and said. “I want you two to listen to me.  Please don’t interrupt until I finish.  It is very hard for me to do this.  I am not the same innocent girl that left you three years ago.  I have had things done to me and made to do things that no one should ever have to endure.  It has changed me tremendously.  I can never go back to that same sweet innocent girl no matter how much I try.  That girl is truly dead.  In its place is a woman who craves the most deviant sexual practices that you can possibly imagine.  I can never go back.  As much as I would like to come back and live with you, I would always crave that and would have no outlet for it.  I would also put you guys in danger.  The reason I came disguised is that any slave that escapes the organization has a death warrant put out on them.  The organization is so large that the FBI will never be able to get all of them.  They will force them into hiding for a while but eventually they will come back and they will hunt down any and all slaves that were freed and kill them.  Anyone that had any contact with them will also be killed.  For those two reasons I can never come back to live with you.  Karen’s Daughter and her best friend are currently living on an estate in California that has very strong security.  The people she worked for and lived with for years have accepted them as they are and are helping them adjust to a somewhat normal life.  I am going to go live with them under a new name.  You can not ever know who I am now.  If anyone ever asks about me, you must tell them that you have never heard from the FBI about me.  To anyone else in the world, I am dead.  I had to come see you and tell you myself.  This is the life I choose for myself.  Please accept my decision.  It is what’s best for all of us.”

As Angie explained things to her parents, her mother began to quietly cry.  Her father looked stricken and said, “You mean that just when we get you back we have to let you go again.  I don’t know if we can do that.  We love you Angie and want what’s best for you.  We can help you overcome your desires for this deviancy.  We can help you get back to normal.”

Angie looked straight at her father and firmly said, “No dad.  I can’t and won’t go back to that same girl.  I would be dead many times over if it hadn’t been for Karen’s daughter Michelle and her friend Aminda.  They saved me directly twice and by helping me adjust to life as a slave they saved me more times than I could count.  I owe them my life, my love and my friendship.  They are the ones I am going to be living with.  They are my friends and that is the life I have chosen for myself.  Please accept that and that I couldn’t live with myself if something happened to you because they were trying to get to me.  Please accept my decision.”

Her dad wasn’t going to let it go though.  He said, “I’m sorry Angie.  You are still just a minor.  You will come home with us and………”

Angie’s mother reached over and grabbed his hand and interrupted, “We will support your decision dear.  I know we will never understand the full scope of what you have been through.  But it had to be horrific from what we have heard.  You go and be with your friends.  I hope you will be able to forgive us for allowing you to go to that school.  We should have investigated it further.  We should have known.”

Angie could sense the self incrimination her mother was going through.  She said, “There was no way you could have known.  They had it set up so that it looked like any other school.  You would have never been able to figure it out.  I don’t blame you.  There is nothing to forgive.  Don’t forget that I asked to go to the school because I thought it would help me to get to the college I wanted.  I was fooled too.  And we all trusted the reverend.  He is the one who is most at fault.  He wanted to enslave me and make me his personal play toy.  When he was arrested, he left me to starve to death in a secret room under the church.  And I would have if it hadn’t been for Michelle.  The FBI rescued me just in time a couple of weeks ago.  I’ve been in the hospital since.  Blame him if you blame anyone for what we went through.  I promise that I will be testifying against him and everyone else I know that was involved, right along with Angie, Michelle and Karen.  I can only hope they find Lisa.  No one has seen or heard from her for a couple of years.”

Angie’s mom was in tears.  She was relieved and horrified at finding out her daughter had almost starved to death.  To have to go through that was unimaginable but to not have any family there for you.  She said with anguish in her voice, “I’m sorry we weren’t there for you.  I wish they would have notified us when they found you.  We would have come to the hospital to be with you if we had known.”

Angie couldn’t hold back the tears any more.  She felt utter devastation that she had to leave her mom and dad.  She knew they loved her and she loved them as well.  But she also knew that she could never live with them again.  When her mother began crying again it was just too much.  She couldn’t say anything else.  Karen realized this and said, “There was no way we could risk having someone from the organization follow you to the hospital and make an attempt on her and other’s lives that are there including my own.  I promise you that we did it for both yours and her protection.  I will gladly take her in and help her adjust to a normal life.  I do have experience in that.  I am a very successful business woman in my other life and have done quite well for myself.  I can afford to take care of her and the others and my friends are more than happy to help.  They have a daughter that is a couple of years younger than Angie who has bonded quite well with the others and I’m sure will become good friends with Angie as well.  I will help her through college and encourage and help her to make a life for herself.  I will keep you informed anonymously through the FBI of how she is doing.  Know that I will do everything in my power to make sure she lives the kind of life that she wants to live and not what others would force upon her.  That is all that I can promise you but it is a promise I plan to keep.”

Angie’s mom had gotten control of herself while Karen was talking.  She nodded her head in understanding and when Karen finished said through her sniffles, “I…I…I ‘sniff’ guess that is ‘sniff’ is all we could ask for ‘sniff’ under the circumstances ‘sniff… sniff’.”

Angie got up and went to her mom, bent down and gave her a hug only a daughter could give a parent they knew they could never see again.  While she did she whispered in her ear, “Thank you mom.  You’ve made this a lot easier than I thought it would be.  I never wanted things to be this way but there is no way I can go back to my old life.  Thank you for understanding.  I love you.” 

Angie finally released the hug and gave her mother a chaste kiss like a child gives a parent. She then went over to her father and did the same thing and said, “Thank you for understanding daddy.  I love you.”

She finally went back to Karen.  She gripped Karen in a bear hug and started sobbing.  Emotionally, Angie was a wreck.  It wasn’t every day that you had to say goodbye to your parents forever.  It had been especially hard being briefly reunited after you had convinced yourself you would never be able to see them again.  Karen held her and let her cry herself out.  When Angie had finally gotten control of herself, she shooed her out to the FBI agents in the hallway.  She turned to Angie’s parents and said, “Remember that if anyone finds out that you saw Angie, her life and yours will be in jeopardy.  You can never tell anyone that she is alive.  If anyone asks what the FBI was here for, and they will ask.  Tell them that they were investigating an accusation that you were members of the organization.  That will throw them off and hopefully give them something that will keep them from guessing the truth.  I’m sorry but you will most likely never get another chance to speak to your daughter personally again.  That is the only way.  The FBI will put her in the witness protection program and will do their best to make sure no one can find out who she really is.  Thanks for making this easier for her.  It’s been very hard on her.  You all take care and if you ever want to contact me, here is the card of the investigator in charge of the FBI investigation here.  He will relay any messages to me from you.  If you don’t have any more questions then we will leave now.”

Angie’s mom said, “Karen… I know that you probably don’t care to know, but there is a reunion dance at the hotel tonight.  It was originally going to be just a reunion for my high school class at the Coch’s Plaza Hotel.  But the arrest of so many people have caused us to lose over half of the people that had RSVP’d.  We have announced that all classes are welcome to attend.  I would be honored to have you there as a guest.  What you have done is absolutely amazing and I know that there are a lot of people who would like to thank you.  There is no need to answer.  If you decide to come, just show up.  For the record… I am so sorry that I believed all of the lies that they told us about you.  Take good care of my daughter, will you?”

Karen was surprised at the invitation.  The hotel was where her prom had been.  It was the first and last time that she had been truly happy.  She had been on cloud nine that night until Darrell had raped her.  She answered, “Thanks for the invitation.  I don’t know right now if I’ll attend but if I do, I’ll see you tonight.  I will be there with a security team so keep that in mind.  It won’t just be me, it will be at least three others.  We better go now.  I need to get Angie back to the hospital.”

Karen shook hands with both of them and left.  It was a long quiet ride to the hospital to drop off Angie and then home.  Karen was thinking back to the prom and all of the fun she had there.  They pulled up to the hospital just as she came to a decision.  She would attend the reunion tonight.  It would give her a chance to really remember her last truly happy event before the organization gained focus on her life.  She picked up the phone and called Gregg and told him, “Gregg.  I’m going to attend a reunion tonight.  I want you, Sam and Frank dressed to the nines.  I have a wonderful dress at the house that I’ll be wearing.  It’s almost the same color as the one I wore to my prom, only sexier.  I know this isn’t the wisest move but it’s one that I have to make.”

Gregg assured Karen that they would be ready for the reunion.  They pulled up to the Safe house as Karen ended the conversation.  She got out and went in to the house to begin getting ready for the dance.

………………………

That afternoon while Karen was at Angie’s Parents house, Sarah, Michelle and Aminda were all at the cave helping their guards do some of the work to make it like they wanted.  They had spent just about every spare minute outside of their therapy sessions and time at the cabin helping turn the cave into an extraordinary dungeon.  They had built a small room in one out of the way corner to house the generator.  They had installed the generator and vented it to the hole in the top of the cave.  They were currently putting in conduit to run the electrical power to the appropriate areas of the cave where they were going to put the dungeon equipment.  Sarah was in her wheel chair next to a stack of the conduit that had been leaned against the wall.  The guards were up on scaffolding drilling into the rock and anchoring the braces to hold the conduit up.  Aminda and Michelle would get one of the conduits from Sarah and take it to the guard they were helping. 

Aminda had just handed off a section of conduit to her guard and went to Sarah to get another one.  When Sarah grabbed one of the pipes she didn’t notice that the top one went under several other ones.  When she pulled it loose she knocked several other ones loose and they fell, causing a cascading reaction.  All of the pipes ended up falling in different directions and some bounced off a small outcropping of the wall and fell across Sarah’s legs.

Sarah screamed in pain as the heavy pipes hit her legs one after the other.  Each one caused Sarah more and more pain as they hit her thighs and shins.  Aminda scrambled to try and keep any more of the conduit pipes from falling on her mistress.  Michelle immediately dropped the conduit she had and came running and both guards stopped what they were doing and were climbing down to help.

They were soon picking up all of the pipes and laying them aside.  Aminda grabbed the wheelchair and pulled it out and away when the last of the pipes was moved.  The guards immediately got down and started to check Sarah out.  Sarah began to quiet down a bit and was still sobbing a little.  Gar asked, “Are you going to be okay Sarah?  Are you hurt?  Do we need to get help out here?”

Sarah almost panicked at the possibility of loosing their secret hideaway.  She said, “No… please don’t call anyone in.  I’ll be okay in a minute or two.  It hurt terribly when they hit my shins and a couple hit me on the knee.”

Aminda was the first to realize the importance of that statement and the cries of pain they had heard Sarah scream out as the pipes hit her.  She said, “Mistress Sarah.  You said it hurt you.  That means you are getting feeling back in your legs.  That’s wonderful news.  Let’s get you back to the house so Tina can check you out.”

They quickly helped Sarah into the sulky, put the folded wheel chair on the back and took off on the mile long trip back to the house.  All activity at the cave stopped for the day as the guards followed them discreetly on horseback.  When they got back to the house they immediately took Sarah to Nurse Tina.  After she listened to the story of what happened she shooed them out of the room so she could examine Sarah.  After spending an hour poking and prodding Sarah and asking question after question she finally told her the good news.  “Well there’s good news and great news.  It doesn’t look like you have anything other than bruises from your accident.  That’s the good news.  The great news is that it looks like you just crossed another important milestone young lady.  It seems that you have feeling coming back into your legs.  You responded to moderate stimulation.  You still can’t feel light touches but that should come.  This is good news.  I’ll inform the doctor.  Do you want to tell your mom and dad or do you want me to.”

Sarah smiled and said, “Thanks Tina.  I think I’ll tell mom and dad tonight but first, I’ve got to tell Aminda and Michelle. They promised me something when I could feel my legs again and I want to collect.”

Tina went out and told Aminda and Michelle they could enter the room now.  She gave them their privacy.  As soon as Tina closed the door, Sarah said excitedly, “I’ve got feeling back in my legs.  It’s not complete but I can feel moderate to severe stimulus.  That means that I get to use the water sports area of the dungeon doesn’t it.”

Aminda and Michelle both rushed up to their mistress and hugged her.  Aminda said, “We are so happy for you mistress.  You have definitely earned the right to use the water sports area as we agreed.”

Sarah got a wicked smile on her face and said, “I want to go there now and play around.  I’ve wanted to try doing those things and see if I like it.  Let’s go.”

Aminda and Michelle picked Sarah up and carried her to the sulky.  They made the quick trip to the cabin.  Once at the cabin they put Sarah into her wheel chair and took her inside.  After entering the cabin she made both Aminda and Michelle strip down.  Sarah ordered, “I’m thinking that I want Michelle to go first and then we’ll do you.  Now Minda, take Shelle over and help her up onto the table and then I want you to show me everything.”

Aminda took Michelle to the table in the enema section of the cabin and helped her up.  She had Michelle get on her hands and knees and then attached shackles that were connected to the four corners of the table to her wrists and ankles.  When she had Michelle in position she went over to Sarah and wheeled her to the cabinet containing all of the equipment.  Aminda began showing her the equipment saying, “First we have various enema bags ranging in size from one quart to five quarts in size.  Then there is a range of enema plugs ranging in size from a short three inch long and one inch wide plug with a half inch wide indention in the center to a ten inch long and five inch wide plug with a three inch indention in the center and every size in between.  Each plug has a hole in the center to attach the enema hose to and a valve in the end to open and close the hose so the enema flow can be controlled.  Then there are various oils and soaps to add to the enema.  There are several bottles of scented oils that make things smell better.  My favorite is raspberry.  Then there is the big bottle with the aphrodisiac in it.  It will bring the victim to a high state of arousal and keep them there for several hours.  A lot of times we would be given this one and then be denied the opportunity to orgasm.  Master Darrell use to give it to us and then make us get in full pony gear.  With all of the dildos and plugs we had in us it was almost impossible to keep from cumming.  He would severely punish us for each time we came.  The more we came the more he punished us.  Any way, there are two different types of punishment oils in the cabinet.  One is laced with capsaicin.  It burns like hell when it is added in.  The more you add the worse it burns and the longer it lasts.  The other one is laced with cinnamon oil.  It also burns but not nearly as bad as the capsaicin.  It also adds a cinnamon taste when you have to lick the slave out.  That’s all of the oils that are in the cabinet at the moment.  You can add your own stuff to the enemas like hot sauce or lubricants.  That’s up to you.  What do you wish to use today mistress?”

Sarah thought about it for a few minutes and said, “I want to use the aphrodisiac on Shelle.  I think I have an idea of what I want to do.”

“How large to you want the enema to be mistress?” asked Aminda.

Sarah responded, “I think the five quart is good.  And why don’t you use the three inch plug.”

Aminda said, “Yes mistress” and went to the cabinet.  She grabbed the five quart enema bag and made sure the valve was closed on it.  She attached a hose to it.  She took down and measured out an ounce of the aphrodisiac laced enema oil into the bag.  She then turned on the water in the sink and ran the water until it was hot enough that she could barely stand it.  She filled the five quart bag with oil until it was full and hung the bag on the hook at the corner of the table that Michelle was on.  She went back to the cabinet and pulled out the three inch dildo.  She picked up a tube of lubricant and lubed the plug up.  She returned to Shelle and attached the plug to the hose.  Minda then turned to Sarah and asked, “Do you want to do the honors mistress?”

Sarah had never put a butt plug in anyone before.  She decided that she wanted to do this one so she said, “Yes slave, I think I will.”

Sarah wheeled over to the table and took the plug out of Aminda’s hand.  Aminda went behind the wheel chair and pushed Sarah up as close to the table as she could.  She put her hand on Michelle’s ass and pushed down until she had lowered it enough so that Sarah could reach it.  Sarah lifted the lubed butt plug and lined it up with her ass hole.  Being new to this kind of thing she didn’t know that it was best to slowly work the plug in by gently thrusting in and out until it was fully seated.  After she lined up the plug with her ass hole she pushed hard until the dildo slid in.  Michelle let out a small yelp of pain as the plug was forced in.

Once the butt plug had been forced into Michelle’s ass, Sarah turned the valve open and allowed the five quarts of hot liquid to start filling Michelle’s ass.  Sarah wheeled her chair back and went to watch from the side as the enema drained into her Minda’s slave.  She could actually see Michelle’s belly swell until she looked like she was about five months pregnant.  That was when all of the water in the enema bag had been drained into her ass. 

Sarah looked at Michelle’s face and could see the strain in her expression.  She could tell when a cramp was racing through her stomach.  She also noticed that her face was flushed with what could only be described as sexual excitement.  She began to get a wicked thought in her fourteen year old little mind.  She ordered, “Listen up you two.  We are going to see how well trained my two little slaves are.  Minda, I want you to get back there and begin to lick and eat Shelle until she cums.  Here’s the catch though.  Shelle, you don’t have permission to cum.  If Minda makes you cum I will whip you.  If she doesn’t make you cum by the time I say time, she will be the one that gets whipped.  I know you are her sub but I want you to put every effort into not cumming instead of doing it so she won’t have to get whipped.  If I think you aren’t trying I won’t let you have sex of any kind for a week.  I will whip you everyday though, to teach you a lesson for not trying hard enough.  Now get busy.”

Sarah wheeled back away from the table a bit so she could get the best visual.  She wanted to be able to watch Michelle’s facial expressions and be able to see Aminda eating her out at the same time.  She didn’t start a timer or anything. She decided she would know when the time was right by the facial expressions that Michelle was experiencing.

Sarah watched for five and then ten minutes.  She saw the expressions on Michelle’s face begin with occasional flinches of pain mixed with the flush of excitement.  As time went on she saw the pain caused by the cramps increase while her flush of excitement turned to outright groans of pleasure and her body was pushing back against Aminda.  It was at the eight minute mark when she saw that a look of intense concentration was etched all over Michelle’s face. 

To Michelle’s credit, she didn’t let the orgasm that she teetered on the edge of overtake her.  Her training helped her to be able to control it but she wanted to cum in the worst way.  Aminda wasn’t making it very easy either.  She was not only licking and sucking on her clit and cunt lips, she was licking over the peritoneum and around the butt plug.  She pumped one, two, three and then four fingers in and out of Michelle’s cunt.  She was trying her best to get Michelle to cum.  She knew that Michelle had good control.  Master Darrell frequently did things like this so see who would be first to be tortured.  They had both become real good at keeping from cumming. 

It was approaching fifteen minutes when Michelle began to beg, “Please Mistress Sarah.  Please may I cum.  Please let me cum Mistress.”

Sarah wheeled over to where she was in front of Michelle and looked at her face.  She said, “You can cum any time you like.  You know what will happen if you do though.  If you cum, I get to whip you.  If you don’t cum before I tell you to then she get’s whipped.  I must say though.  I am impressed that you’ve held out this long.  I know I couldn’t last five minutes let alone fifteen.”

Sarah reached up and patted Michelle on the head and then said, “It won’t be much longer.  Hang in there.  Time ends when I tell you to cum, okay?”

Michelle looked at Sarah and gasped out, “O…o…okay mistress.”

Sarah began to get a wicked idea in her head.  She actually giggled a couple of times as she wheeled herself to Michelle’s backside.  She watched Aminda licking and sucking on Michelle’s cunt for a few moments and then she reached up and began to push and pull the butt plug back and forth, adding to the stimulation and making it harder for Michelle to hold off the impending orgasm. 

After a full minute of that and Michelle holding off her orgasm, Sarah finally giggled one last time.  She then yelled out, “Cum Shelle, cum for me.” 

At the same exact time she pulled out hard on the butt plug.  The plug came out easily followed by a mix of shit and enema.  Michelle relaxed and let the orgasm flow through her causing her cunt and ass to spasm over and over as she screamed out her cum.  Of course with Aminda right underneath, the expelled liquid shit came down on top of her head.  Sarah was giggling uncontrollably now as Michelle screamed out her cum and Aminda was covered from head to toe with the shit coming out of Michelle’s ass.  Aminda closed her eyes to keep the shit from getting into them but she kept right on eating and licking away at Michelle’s cunt. 

Tears of humiliation began to flow out of Aminda’s eyes as she was covered with more and more of the shit.  She hadn’t thought that her Sarah would do something like this.  Add on to the fact that she would now be whipped and it got to her.  But in addition to the humiliation was an undercurrent of excitement that flowed through her.  She was being treated like the slave that she was.  She kept her eyes closed and kept sucking on Michelle’s cunt, getting little flecks of shit mixed in periodically.  It was nothing she hadn’t experienced before though.  It was just the fact that it was at Sarah’s hands that bothered her.  She loved Sarah more than life itself and this was how she was treating her.  The tears flowed rather freely as she continued.

Michelle was feeling exquisitely good at the moment.  She had a good hard cum that seemed to last for a long time.  She decided she was going to like the kinds of games that Sarah played with them.  The thought that she was shitting all over her mistress never crossed her mind because of her euphoria from her orgasm.  As her orgasm petered out her arms began to shake and she collapsed in weakness.  She was panting hard and trying to get her breath. 

Sarah had wheeled back away from her two slaves when she pulled the butt plug out.  She watched as the shit thoroughly covered Aminda and Michelle knelt there on hands and knees and shook as wave after wave of orgasmic pleasure coursed through her.  She watched in amazement and had her hands down her pants, fingering herself.  She brought herself to a good quiet cum before Michelle finished her orgasm.  She smiled and thought, ‘I could get used to this.  Being a mistress is going to be fun.  I can do just about anything I want to these two and they’ll take it and be happy about it.  Oh god I am going to have so much fun playing with them.’  She continued fingering herself, pushing her into a second cum as Michelle collapsed onto the table in exhaustion.

Aminda finally backed away when Michelle collapsed to the table.  She squinted through the shit at Sarah and saw she was fingering herself.  She sighed in resignation that this most likely wouldn’t be the last time this happened.  She would just have to get used to being humiliated by her mistress.  That is what slaves were for.  Aminda asked, “Mistress, would it be okay if I get cleaned up before you whip me?”

Sarah closed her eyes through a third good orgasm.  She heard Aminda’s request but was too involved in cumming to answer.  She let out a groan as her orgasm flowed through her.  Finally she relaxed as the last of her orgasm ran its course and said, “Let’s go outside to the hose and I’ll clean you off.  Don’t forget that you have a good whipping coming because you failed to make Shelle cum before I ended the time.”

Aminda turned to the back door which was just to the left of the area they were in.  Sarah followed behind in the wheelchair while Michelle stayed collapsed on the table unconscious.  When the two were outside, Aminda grabbed the end of the hose.  She turned on the faucet of the cold water and handed the end of the hose to Sarah.  She then stepped back away from Sarah a couple of feet.

Sarah took the garden hose, which had one of those spray nozzles that looked like a miniature fire hose nozzle.  It was able to go from a wide spray to an almost needle like spray.  Sarah turned it until it was a tight spray that was about as big around as a fifty cent piece.  She turned the spray on Aminda and began to spray her tits first.  She moved the spray all over, cleaning all of the shit off of Aminda.  When her front was all clean she focused the spray to its sharpest spray and focused it right on her nipples. 

Aminda groaned in a mix of pleasure and mild pain from the intense spray of water focused on her tits.  Sarah would move the spray in a circle around her areola and then back to the nipple of each tit in turn.  Finally she turned the spray down and focused it at the junction between Aminda’s legs.  The force of the water stung her clit as well as taking her closer and closer to cumming.

Just before Aminda tripped over into an orgasm of her own, Sarah stopped and ordered, “Turn around slave.  It’s time to get your back clean.”

Aminda turned around.  She wanted to complain about not being able to cum but she dutifully obeyed without saying a word.  Sarah sprayed her back clean with the wider spray and then focused the spray on her hair.  She had Aminda get on her knees in front of her and then began to focus the spray on her hair.  She made Aminda tilt her head toward her as she had her slowly turn around in a full circle.  As Sarah sprayed Aminda’s hair she had Aminda rubbing her fingers through it.  They kept it up until they were sure that all of the shit was washed out. 

When they were done Sarah ordered, “On your knees facing away from me slave.  I want you to lean forward while you reach back and pull your ass cheeks apart.  I want you to expose your cunt and ass to me.”

Aminda leaned forward as much as she could.  She reached back and pulled her ass cheeks apart.  This gave Sarah a full view of both Aminda’s anal rose bud and her cunt.  Sarah smiled as she focused the spray at its tightest setting and aimed it straight at Aminda’s ass.  She would swirl it around the sphincter and then back at its center.  She moved it down to her cunt and aimed it right at the hole of her cunt. 

Aminda was enjoying the mix of pain and pleasure that the spray was giving her.  She began climbing again to a good orgasm.  When Sarah aimed it right down her cunt hole, it took her to the edge of cumming but not quite over.  But after a minute or two, Sarah aimed the spray directly onto her clit.  That was just what Aminda needed to trip over into a glorious orgasm.  She came hard as Sarah continued to focus the spray on Aminda’s clit.  She would wave it back and forth over the clit and then up and down, constantly changing the way the water was hitting and stimulating her.

Aminda’s orgasm kept going and going until finally she passed out.  She woke up a few seconds later to the cold water spraying her in the face.  Sarah turned the water nozzle off when she saw that Aminda had awakened.  She said, “Boy, are you in trouble slave.  You came without permission.  I’ll just have to punish you for that.  You have to ask permission to come from now on.  Now let’s go let Michelle up and she can help me punish you.”

Sarah turned her wheel chair back to the cabin and wheeled herself back in through the door they came out.  They saw that Michelle was back on her hands and knees watching the door.  When they came in Michelle said, “I take it that you two are done playing around with the water hose.  I would love to get down now.  Please Mistress Sarah.”

Sarah answered, “Most definitely slave Shelle.  Once we get you loose, you can hang Minda from the rafters and prepare her for her whipping.  Then I want you to help me to choose a whip to use on her.  I want something that will warm her up real good without any lasting damage.”

Aminda went about cleaning Michelle up and then releasing the shackles holding her to the table.  When they were all loose, Michelle climbed down.  She took Aminda’s hand and led her to the rafters.  She released the rope and lowered the shackles.  She attached one to each of Aminda’s wrists and let go.  She went back to the wall and began to turn the crank on the wall that lifted the rope up.  She didn’t stop until Aminda was standing on her tip toes.

Michelle pushed Sarah to the whip wall.  She looked at all of the whips, canes and other torture devices.  She chose a three foot long birch switch.  Michelle picked it up off of the hook holding it and handed it to Sarah.  She then wheeled Sarah back to where Aminda was hanging.

Michelle placed Sarah to the left rear of Aminda.  Sarah ordered, “Okay Minda.  I’ve chosen the birch switch for your punishment.  I want you to beg me to punish you for cumming without permission.  Then with each strike of the switch I want you to say the count and then tell me you are sorry for cumming without permission. I will quit when I think you have learned your lesson.”

Aminda reverted to her training and immediately said, “This slave is sorry that it came without permission mistress.  Please punish this worthless slave for not asking permission to cum first.  This slave promises to always request permission to cum in the future.”

Sarah smiled at Aminda’s submissiveness.  She began to really feel the control she had over her slaves.  She said, “Ready or not slave, here it comes.”  She had begun to swing the switch down on Aminda’s back while she was talking.  Just as she finished speaking the switch landed squarely on Aminda’s ass. 

Aminda felt the sting of the switch hitting her.  She grimaced momentarily and when the sting settled down into a small fire of pain she counted, “One mistress.  This worthless cunt is sorry for cumming without permission.  Please may I have another?”

This is the way it went.  Sarah would switch Aminda and Aminda would count and apologize for cumming without permission.  Aminda began to cry in earnest after about twenty hits with the switch.  Sarah continued without mercy until Aminda’s back was covered from top to bottom with fifty welts.  When her back was covered with switch marks, Sarah had Michelle move her around to her front.  She positioned Sarah so that she would use her left arm this time.  She then proceeded to switch Aminda’s stomach and tits.  Aminda counted each strike of the switch and asked for forgiveness with each stroke.  After a full 100 strokes with half on the back and half on the front, Sarah finally quit switching her.

When Sarah stopped switching Aminda she looked at Michelle and ordered, “Take me over to the whip board so I can put the switch up.  Then you can take Minda down and we can go back to the house.  I want to hear about your pony girl competition. 

Michelle wheeled Aminda over to the whip board and helped Sarah put the switch back on its hook.  She turned Sarah so that she could watch and went over to the crank for the ropes holding Aminda.  Michelle turned the crank and lowered Aminda down.  She released the shackles on her wrists and then cranked the rope back up. 

Aminda and Michelle both quickly cleaned up the enema supplies and cleaned the area around the table of all of the shit that had sprayed out of Michelle.  When they were done they wheeled Sarah back to the sulky in front of the cabin.  Aminda helped Sarah onto the sulky while Michelle folded up the wheel chair and placed it on the rack at the back.  Aminda and Michelle took their places in front of the sulky, naked and barefoot.  They had left their pony girl outfits at the house when they brought Sarah to the cabin.  They took off at as fast a pace as their bare feet would allow. 

Back at the house they helped Sarah out of the sulky and back up to the house.  They each grabbed a quick snack from the kitchen and then ran up to their room.  They carried Sarah up between them and quickly made their way to the bedroom.  Once they had Sarah on the bed, Aminda went and got the recorder, brought it back to the bed.  She turned it on and nodded to Michelle that it was recording.

…………………

The pony girl competition was a week long affair.  Pony girls came to Australia from all over the world to participate.  It was a really big thing that they put on each year.  The place it was held was over three hundred kilometers away from the Baybee Ranch.  On the Saturday before the competition began, which started on Sunday the next day, we were awakened early in our stall.  We went through our normal routine until it was time for training.  That is when we learned that something was amiss.  We knew a competition was coming up soon but we had no clue that it was happening that coming week. 

After we got done sucking our stallions until they came, we delivered the cum like we were supposed to and then cleaned up a bit.  Our trainers came to us and took us to a concrete pad that had a drain in the center.  They hosed us down good and then spent an inordinate amount of time cleaning us up.  They dressed us up in our training pony gear.  They stuffed a dildo in our cunt and ass and then made us put the dildo bit in and put the body harness on us.  After we were dressed in our pony training gear we were loaded onto a big enclosed truck that was temperature controlled.  There was Aminda, myself, Fyre and about twenty other slaves including our trainers and several other pony girls.  There were a total of 9 pony girls on the truck that were going to compete in various activities at the competition.  We had been entered in the dressage, individual sulky races and paired sulky races.  We were going to have a very busy week.

We rode in the back of the truck over some of the bumpiest roads.  It wasn’t very comfortable and even though the climate was controlled and kept at a reasonable temperature we all were sweating terribly by the time we arrived at our destination over eight hours later.  I’m sure that the trip was on dirt roads the entire way.  It was way too bumpy to be a paved road. 

When we got to the arena it was the most amazing place I had ever seen.  There was this huge arena that had arches all around it.  They said they modeled it after what they called a hippodrome in ancient Rome.  They used them for chariot races.  They had about twenty rows of seating that went completely around the arena.  The lowest seat was about 15 feet above the level of the track so that the audience could look down on the racers.  There was a two and a half foot wall that went around the seating area in front of the first row of seats.  About every twenty feet was a huge Grecian column that supported the roof.  The track was wide enough for six sulkies to race side by side.  There was a center fence that lined the inside of the track.  The fence was a white rail fence.  The track was covered with a hard packed clayish dirt.  It wasn’t loose at all and would allow a person to run like they were running on concrete.  The inner area of the arena inside the white rail fence was covered in very well manicured grass except for a bare area that was reserved for punishments. 

We were led inside the arena to look around and familiarize ourselves with the layout.  The track was 400 meters around.  It was a longer oval than you would normally see in a track and field event.  The turns were hair pin turns and would take quite a bit of skill to run around pulling a sulky.  We had been trained on turns that were just a bit tighter than the one at the arena so it wouldn’t be anything we weren’t used to.  The inner grass area is where the dressage part of the competition was held.  The 400, 800 and 1500 meter races were held in the arena.  The 5k and 10k races were done on existing dirt and gravel roads in the area around the arena. 

The schedule for the competition had us doing individual dressage and all of the 400 meter races on Sunday.  There were three qualifying races in the morning with two races with six teams and one with five.  The first two in each race would advance to the final race also done in the morning.  Individual Dressage without sulky was scheduled from 11 in the morning to three in the afternoon.  There were only six double teams entered in the competition so there was only one race scheduled for five in the evening.

On Monday they had 11 individual sulky teams signed up for the 800 meter race.  They scheduled the two qualifying races and the final in the morning.  All races were scheduled to be over by 11 in the morning.  The two pony 800 meter race was scheduled for four in the afternoon.  Dressage with sulky was scheduled for the time in between races. 

Tuesday morning at eight a.m. was the 1500 meter individual sulky race with only six entrants.  The two pony 1500 meter sulky race was scheduled for four in the afternoon with only five teams entered.  The lunch time break was when they judged the two pony sulky dressage.

Wednesday was the individual sulky 5k race starting at nine in the morning.  The afternoon was set aside for the pony girl riding dressage.  That is where the pony girl wears a saddle of sorts and carries a rider on her back. 

Thursday was when the two pony sulky 5k race was scheduled at nine in the morning as well.  The afternoon was scheduled for the pony girl riding 400 meter races.  There were eight entrants so they had two qualifying races with three from each race moving forward so that there were six teams on the final race.

Friday was when the individual 10k sulky race was scheduled for eight in the morning.  The afternoon was scheduled for the 800 meter pony girl riding part of the competition.  There were only five entrants in that one so there was only one race.

Next Saturday morning was when the last race was scheduled.  That was the two pony 10k sulky race.  That meant that we would be racing on every day of the week.  Saturday afternoon at three p.m. was the closing and award ceremony. 

We walked around the arena to get a feel for the outlay.  We were actually waiting for Mistress Baybee to get back from registration to take us to the assigned stalls.  We apparently were among the first to arrive and they weren’t quite ready for us.  We waited for over an hour before she finally came and got us.  She led us through a set of doors in the wall at the hairpin turn to the south.  She took a right and went about a third of the way around the arena. 

The arena was specifically designed for pony girl races.  Underneath the seating area, that went all of the way around the arena, were the stalls and rooms for the trainers.  On the track side of the arena were the pony girl stalls.  They were four feet wide on the hall side and three feet wide on the back wall.  They were only about six feet deep.  There was a watering trough at the back with running water.  There was also a heavy layer of straw on the floor.  Across the hall from the stalls was a room where the trainers could stay.  All of the trainers from the Baybee Ranch stayed in that room and could come out and check on us easily enough.  Some of the rooms for trainers were very large and had a correspondingly large number of stalls across from them.  There were a few rooms that were small and held only one person and were associated with a single stall.  There were every possible combination of rooms and stalls between a big one like ours and the small ones. 

We were quickly settled into our stalls for the night.  Aminda and I were placed in stalls next to each other.  The stall doors were made of solid stainless steel plate on the bottom half and steel bars on the top part.  The door was eight foot tall and covered the entire width of the stall.  The walls of the stall went all of the way up to the ceiling which was about twelve feet high.  After our stalls were assigned to us they had us all come out in the hallway to tell us what to expect.

Mistress Baybee spoke up to us saying, “We are one of the first teams to show up for the competition.  This is where you will spend the next week while our pony girls compete against pony girls from around the world.  It is my understanding that last year’s winner will be competing and we have a new pony girl that has been signed up that has won the South American competition and the European competition.  She will most likely be your most difficult opponent.  Based on the times I’ve seen, I think you can defeat her easily.  Now I want you all to be alert.  The last two competitions held in South America and North America had one of the favored pony girls be attacked and left near death after being raped and mutilated.  I don’t want that to happen to any of my pony girls so if you notice anything out of the ordinary, you scream your fool heads off and make as much noise as you can.  The trainers have been instructed not to punish any of you pony girls for misbehaving if you do.  Now get in your stalls and relax for the rest of the day.  Tomorrow will start bright and early with the 400 meter sulky races.  I want you fresh and ready to go.  I have great expectations for all of our pony girls this year.”

Mistress Baybee turned and walked away then.  The trainers put us in our stalls and gave us our feed bags.  I noticed that the feed had been saturated in honey.  I assumed it was to give us a little extra boost in energy.  After eating, we all lay down in the straw in our respective stall and rested as Mistress Baybee had ordered.  It never crossed our minds to disobey her.  As we rested we listened to the other ponies and trainers coming in and getting settled.

That night, I couldn’t fall asleep because I was so wired for the competition beginning on Sunday.  I could hear the occasional moan of pain or clink of chains from pony girls that were bound in their stalls.  I was glad that we weren’t bound up like they were. 

I was lying on my back and staring at the ceiling, thinking about every aspect of the competition.  It wasn’t that I was worried.  I was just keyed up with excitement.  Aminda apparently found it easier to go to sleep than I did. 

I don’t know what time it was or how long it had been when it struck me that something just didn’t seem right.  I thought I heard a moan and a brief struggle.  Then it got real quiet and I only heard the background noises again.  I just figured it was my imagination running wild.  But I couldn’t shake the feeling that something was wrong. 

It was about an hour and a half later, maybe one in the morning or so, when I suddenly felt fear from Aminda.  I didn’t hear anything, just the feeling of fear. Something had awakened Aminda and it was scaring her.  I hoped she wasn’t having a nightmare.  A split second later I felt her panic, then got a sense that she needed help desperately followed by a very brief feeling of love for me.  Then the connection was broken.  It just ceased to exist.  That scared me more than anything else and I knew I had to do something.  I jumped up and ran to the stall doors, screaming ‘Aminda’ at the top of my lungs.  There was real fear in my voice too because I just knew she was dead. 

When you have spent over a year feeling the connection that Aminda and I shared, it was totally devastating to have that connection totally severed.  I thought for sure she was dead.  I rattled the door and screamed over and over in a matter of seconds. 

Almost immediately after my scream, the trainers came running out of their room.  I yelled that Aminda’s in trouble.  My trainer took one look at my face and knew that I was scared shitless.  They went straight to Aminda’s stall and found the door opening just as they got to it.  There was a guy in the stall with her that was trying to run out in a panic.  There were about a half dozen trainers from the Baybee Ranch there and they easily caught the man and they weren’t too nice about it either. 

Aminda’s Trainer looked into the stall and immediately saw blood streaming down the underside of Aminda’s tit, down her side to the straw.  The glint of steel caught his eye and he bent down to pick it up.  It was a scalpel.  He tried to wake Aminda up but she wouldn’t wake up.  Her breathing was very shallow and weak.  He checked her pulse and found that it was still beating in a slow regular rhythm. 

Assured that Aminda would be okay for the moment her trainer got up and came out of the stall.  He went straight up to the guy that had been in her stall and put his hand in his pockets.  He found a rag and a small bottle of chloroform.

I heard Aminda’s Trainer tell the others, “You hold this piece of shit right here.  I’m going to get the mistress.  She’ll know what to do with him.  One of you go get fyre.  Blondie needs to be attended to.  I think she’ll need a few stitches to close that cut on her tit.”

I was constantly calling Aminda’s name over and over again.  I was extremely panicked at that point.  I was pacing back and forth, rattling the door and begging for them to tell me what was going on.  I was also beginning to hear whinnying coming from many of the other stalls.  Fyre was the first to come and she took one look at me and knew why I was distraught.  She calmly said, “Calm down blondiespony.  You’ll injure yourself if you don’t.  There is nothing you can do now.  Let me tend to your mate and then I will let you in to be with her.”  That helped a little, but not much.  I was still very distraught and paced and whinnied now.  I began to fear the punishment I would receive for talking and yelling so much.

Mistress Baybee arrived shortly after with several other Masters and Mistresses joining her.  She asked, “What is so important to get us up out of bed at this god awful time of the morning.  It better be………”  She stopped in mid sentence when she saw Aminda on the ground in her stall with me crying and absolutely distraught in the stall next to her.

Mistress Baybee looked over at the trainers holding the guilty culprit that did the deed.  Aminda’s trainer handed her the chloroform and rag.  She turned on the guy and asked, “What the hell were you going to do to my pony girl.  You better not lie to me either.”

The guy was scared to death at that stage.  He just said, “My master ordered me to do it.  I didn’t want to.  He’s got my thirteen year old daughter with him and said He’d hurt her or even kill her if I didn’t do what he ordered.  Master Rodriguez wanted the best pony girls eliminated so that my wife would have a better chance of winning her races.”

The Master that owned the arena ordered the other masters and mistresses, “Check all of the stalls.  Make sure that none of the other ponies were hurt.”

There were about twenty of the masters and mistresses that had come with the raising of the alarm.  They had been searching for about ten minutes when I heard one of them yell, call the doctor and get Master Franklin.  His pony has been mutilated.”

There was complete bedlam in the arena stalls.  All during this time fyre had been tending to the cut in the bottom of Aminda’s tit.  She had to put in six stitches to close the deep cut.  When she was done she sprayed liquid skin on it and sealed it closed.  When she was done she came out and asked Mistress Baybee if she could put me in the stall with blondie.  Mistress looked at me and saw how distraught I was and gave a quick nod of approval to fyre. 

Fyre came to my stall and opened the door.  She took the leash off of the hook on the outside of the door and hooked it onto my collar.  When she led me out of the stall I looked to the entrance of the pony quarters and there was a bloody body laying there on a stretcher.  I couldn’t see the head because it was blocked from my view by a trainer.  I panicked, thinking that it was Aminda.  I yelled “Aminda” and tried to go to the body they were working on so intently.  The leash snapped tight and fyre yanked it hard.  I came up short and turned to her as she said, “Calm down blondiespony.  Your mate is okay.  She’s just been drugged a bit.  She had a few stitches on her left tit but she is going to be okay because of you.  Now come on.  She needs you there when she wakes up.”

I knew that fyre was really telling me that I needed to be there with Aminda more for my sake than hers.  She pulled me toward Aminda’s stall and I saw her lying there on the floor through the bars on the door.  She opened her stall door and led me in.  I rushed over and got down with her and hugged her as tight as I could.  I still couldn’t feel our connection but I could tell she was breathing.  I just hoped she would be able to recover.  I lay down beside her and draped my arm around her and nuzzled her ear as I cried.  The trainers still held the guy they caught just outside of her stall door. 

It wasn’t long before another pony girl was brought up to join us.  I listened as Mistress Baybee asked her, “Puntapet… tell me why your husband was trying to disable my ponies.  I want the truth.  Do not fear your master.  If you lie, your fate will be tied with his.”

The pony girl looked at the crowd of masters and trainers with fearful eyes.  Her eyes widened in surprise when it landed on her husband being held by the trainers.  He nodded his head yes to her and she quickly turned to Mistress Baybee.

Puntapet hesitated a few moments and then said, “It started four races ago.  Master Rodriguez was so upset about losing by a nose that he decided that he would take things into his own hands.  At that time it was just my husband and I that were enslaved by him.  He kidnapped us while we were on vacation in Columbia.  Our daughter was with our sister in Texas.  Well three days before the next race, he had us brought to his house from the barn.  When we entered the door to the house we found out that he had our daughter kidnapped and was holding her with him.  He told Brian that if he didn’t cut up and disable the pony girls he told him to then he would kill her.  She is only thirteen.  We didn’t want her to die so we had no choice.  Brian didn’t like what he had to do and he complained to me about it after every race.  But he did it to save our little girl.”

Mistress Baybee turned and held a quiet conference with the other masters.  I could tell there was some arguing going on but I couldn’t tell what it was.  Finally she turned around and addressed the trainers from the ranch and said, “I want all trainers except for blondie’s and blondiespony’s trainer to go with the three masters to bring Master Rodriguez here.  He is not to be treated as a master any more.  Treat him only as you would the lowest slave, like you did that rich bitch last year only worse.  If the girl is with him then bring her here as well.”

The trainers took off in a hurry with the masters.  They returned not more than ten minutes later.  When they entered with him, one of the masters came up to mistress and said, “We found him asleep on the bed in his trailer with his cock up the ass of the girl.  It’s obvious that he has been fucking her for a while.  She had cum pouring out of both holes and had some on her chin.  I would guess that he shared her with several of his friends.”

I looked at puntapet and she was white as a sheet.  She mumbled, “He promised that she wouldn’t be harmed if we did what he wanted.  He lied to us.”

Sparkles, the pony that was mutilated, was groaning in pain.  I heard her master come up and say, “The bastard did a number on her.  After he chloroformed her he fucked her.  Then he sliced eight deep cuts in each of her tits, four deep cuts on the souls of her feet and he sliced through her Achilles tendon on her heel.  She’ll never race again.  Right now she needs blood.  She has lost a lot of blood and might die if we can’t transfuse her soon.  Her blood type is O negative which means we have to find someone of that type.”

Mistress turned to the trainers and said, “If one of you has ‘O negative’ blood then go with sparkles to the infirmary.  If not then I expect all of you to go find someone that does have ‘O negative’ blood and bring them here.”  Two trainers stepped forward and she sent them with sparkles to the infirmary.

When sparkle’s trainer and husband started to turn to go with her, Mistress stopped him.  She said, “As the master who has been harmed the most severely, you get choice of punishment.  This worthless piece of shit is no longer a master and is to be publicly punished before he is put to death.  You don’t injure another master’s slaves for any reason.  You can torture him to death or you can torture just shy of death and leave the final execution to someone else.  It is your choice.  Before you say anything, I reserve the right to torture this piece of shit of a trainer that didn’t have the guts to refuse to follow an illegal order from his master.  I’ll decide at the time whether he lives or dies.  As for puntapet and her daughter, you get first choice as the most aggrieved, whether or not to take them as replacements for your slave.  They are yours if you want them.”

Sparkle’s master spoke up and said, “I don’t want any other slaves.  The only slave I have ever wanted was my wife.  I couldn’t do anything with another slave, it just wouldn’t seem right.  I just hope she survives.”

Mistress Baybee spoke up then and said, “It’s decided then.  I will take possession of both puntapet and her daughter.  They belong to the Baybee ranch now.  I want them and all of their possessions moved to one of our stalls immediately.  As for the punishment of this bastard, I think that I’ll let blondie or her pony do the honors.  I may even have both do it.  I’ll let them decide his fate.  We’ll do that at the end of the awards ceremony.  I think that we’ve had more than enough excitement for this morning.  We still have five hours before the first race is scheduled to begin.  I’m going back to get some shut eye.”

Fyre went up to mistress and whispered something into her ear.  I couldn’t hear what it was but by what happened next I figured that she was asking for the chloroform.  I few moments later I had a rag put over my nose and mouth.  When I took a breath I smelled something sweet and was soon out like a light.

…………………

It was at that time that they heard a call from Nancy indicating that dinner was ready.  Aminda and Michelle quickly carried Sarah down the stairs to tell them the good news about feeling beginning to come back.  They were excited that things were beginning to really look good for Sarah. 

Up in Washington, Karen was in the process of getting ready.  When they had arrived at the safe house, she took Sam to her room and showed her the gown she planned on wearing.  When she had it out of the closet and holding it in front of her, Sam gasped in amazement.

Sam was surprised at the sheerness of the dress.  It would show off all of Karen’s assets.  She had to admit though that the dress was beautiful.  She finally got over her shock and said, “My god Karen.  That gown is practically see through.  Surely you’re going to wear a slip with it.”

Karen smiled and answered, “Absolutely not.  I’m proud of my body and enjoy showing off.  Who better to show off to than the dumpy ol’ housewives that I used to go to school with.  I want to make there husbands’ cocks hard and their wives jealous.  I want to go and show off that I have succeeded beyond the wildest dreams of any of them.  I want them to know that I am no longer that shy unsure little girl I was when I went to school there.  I want to show them that I’m not that evil temptress that was trying to corrupt their children.  I want to show them that I am a highly successful woman who is comfortable in her sexuality and if they’re not, screw them.  I also want to go back to the one place where I experienced the happiest moment in my life.  In spite of what happened afterwards, that prom was the only real happy moment I ever had.  Everything after that has been clouded by the Coch organization and what they have done to me and my daughter, not to mention my entire family.  So yes, I’m going to wear this nice lavender designer dress to the prom as it is.  I’ve had this for years and have never had a reason to really wear it.  It’s about time that I did.  Try and get one that is at least the same color so that if there is someone from the organization there tonight, they won’t be able to tell which one of us is the real me.”

Sam answered, “I don’t know what I can find at this late date for a reunion dance, but I’ll try to find something.  I guarantee though that I won’t be showing off nearly as much as you are.  I save that privilege for Gregg.  I’ll come show you the gown as soon as I get back.”

Sam turned and left to head to town to shop for clothes for the reunion.  Frank went with them since he was going to be Karen’s personal escort.  Karen followed them to the front door to see them off.  She acknowledged the two security team members that were staying to provide security for the house. 

Just as Karen closed the door, she heard an outburst coming from the kitchen.  Mandy burst through the kitchen door yelling, “MOTHER… I am not a slut like you are.  If you want to submit to Gregg and Sam that’s your decision.  I will not sleep with them for any reason.  I want to wait and give my cherry to the man or boy I choose.  That’s going to be a long time from now because right now I think every male is a rapist.  I may just give my cherry to Karen if you don’t shut uppp………!”

She turned her head and noticed Karen for the first time.  She blushed a deep red because it was obvious that Karen had heard what she said.  She blurted out, “I’m sorry Karen” and ran off to their room crying.

Karen’s eyes followed Mandy as she ran up the stairs and to her room.  When she had disappeared, Karen turned and went to the kitchen.  When she entered she saw her friend at the table with her head on the table crying and sobbing into her folded arms.

Karen went up to her and knelt down beside her.  She put her left arm around her shoulders and leaned her head down until their heads were touching.  Karen told her friend, “Let her grow up normally Sandy.  Let her choose who she makes love to and when.  You were denied that privilege.  Don’t take it away from your daughter.”

Sandy sobbed, “I don’t know how to raise her.  I can’t guide her.  All I’ve ever known is sex and torture.  I never had anything to do with her growing up.  All the decisions made about her were made by mom and dad.  I do want her to grow up as normally as possible but I just can’t seem to keep from trying to push her into having sex with Gregg and Sam.  They have been so good to us that I thought that having Mandy give Gregg her cherry was a great way to show how much we appreciate it.”

Karen understood the warped thinking that Sandy was using to justify giving her daughter’s cherry to Gregg.  It was the way she had been raised as a child slave of the organization.  Karen told her, “Sandy.  I know that you only had the best of intentions but what you did is considered to be totally perverted by most of society.  Not to mention you’re trying to give away something that isn’t your right to give away.  Let Mandy decide when and where she wants to give up her cherry.  I know that Gregg and Sam know how happy you are with the relationship that you are building with them.  Just let Mandy know that you love her and won’t pressure her any more.  I don’t want you to even think of trying to make her have sex with Gregg, Sam or anyone else.  That is not your right.  Now go up there and apologize to her.  Tell her you were wrong to suggest it.  But before you go, I wanted to tell you that I won’t be here for dinner this evening.  I’m going to a reunion at the hotel.  It’s the same place where we went to our Senior Prom.  I just want to take a trip down memory lane before I was corrupted by the organization.  You’re welcome to come if you want.”

Sandy looked at Karen through her blood shot eyes and said, “I couldn’t show up there if I wanted.  I don’t want to remember anything of that town.  I just want to live my life with someone I love and trust like Gregg and Sam.  There is no way I can express to them what it means to me… what they are doing for me.  I don’t even know how to explain it to them.”

Karen stroked her best friends back gently and said, “You don’t have to tell them.  They know.  Just keep doing things you know they will enjoy.  Just don’t try to make Mandy do things for them.  It will only backfire on you.  I suspect she already has enough to deal with, having been anally raped by her father and grandfather.  Why don’t you leave the child raising decisions to Gregg and Sam?  They are better able to make those decisions than you are.”

Sandy shook her head in agreement as she answered, “I’ll try, but it’s hard.”

Karen said in sympathy, “I know it is.  You love your daughter and only want what’s best for her.  Gregg and Sam can help you make sure that happens.  You might want to talk to them about getting her some counseling.  She needs to learn how to deal with all of this.  Now go up there and apologize to her.”

Mandy got up and left the kitchen.  Karen followed her out but parted ways to sit and watch the news on television.  She heard Sandy knock on Mandy’s door.  She then heard Mandy yell, “Go away mother.  I don’t want to talk to you, you slut.”

Sandy yelled through the door, “I’m sorry baby.  Please open the door.  I just want to tell you I’m sorry.”

Karen looked up the stairs and saw Mandy open the door.  She was wiping tears from her eyes as she let her mother in.  Things were quiet after that.  Karen closed her eyes and dozed off.

The next thing Karen was aware of, she was being shaken awake.  Karen opened her eyes sleepily.  Her eyes quickly popped open wide as she took in Sam dressed up in a lavender cocktail dress.  It hung off of her shoulders and covered her tits.  It was connected with a tie between her tits that left about an inch gap between them.  It continued to plunge down almost to her belly button. The sides were connected by three bows on each side at the level of her tits, her waist and connected at her hips.  The dress went on down about two inches above her knees.  Sam stood back and did a 360 degree turn.  Karen noticed that there was no tie in the back and that it plunged down to the top of her ass. 

Karen said, “I thought you weren’t going to show off your sexuality.”

Sam laughed and said, “No, I said I couldn’t wear that dress you’re wearing.  It is absolutely obscene because it leaves nothing to the imagination.  This dress shows off my sexuality without showing everything.  I think it is downright sexy and right in line with something Karen the ex sex slave would wear.  Don’t you?”

Karen laughed and answered, “That I would.  It is absolutely yummy.  I guess I better go get ready.”

Karen quickly showered and did her hair up.  She took the opaque lavender designer gown and put it on.  She looked in the mirror and saw that the organization tattoo on her stomach and tits could just be seen through the material.  That was something she didn’t want.  That would clearly mark her as the real Karen.  She took the gown off and began to apply makeup foundation to cover the burn scars and tattoos.  When she was done she put the gown back on and looked in the mirror again.  This time she was happy.  You could just see the hint of her nipples and the bumps on her areola.  That was just the effect that she wanted.  It was obvious to anyone looking that she wasn’t wearing a bra.  With the way the dress hugged her hips they would wonder if she was wearing panties or not, which of course she wasn’t.

Karen came out of the bedroom and entered the living room where Gregg, Sam and Frank were waiting for her.  The two men were dressed up in tuxedos and looked like they were ready for a night on the town.  Gregg was the first to see Karen and blew a wolf whistle in appreciation.  The others turned and saw Karen and told her how beautiful and sexy she looked.  Sam got up and went to give her a hug.  As she hugged her Sam said, “I knew that dress would be sexy but my god it just screams sex.  You’re going to have all of the guys there drooling over you and all of their wives jealous.”

When Sam broke away from Karen, Gregg said, “Are you sure you want to do this.  You are basically going into the lions den.  We can’t be assured that it will be totally safe.  I did inform Bill of what you are planning on doing.  He plans on having some agents at various locations in the hotel acting as staff.  I’m sure that as small of a town as this is that they will be recognized as strangers.  It shouldn’t take a rocket scientist to figure out who they really are.  I think that only a fool or someone with a suicide wish would try to do anything.  I asked him to make it as invisible as possible to the party goers so that it doesn’t ruin your fun.”

Karen went up to Gregg and hugged him.  She kissed him on the cheek and then said, “Thanks Gregg.  That was wonderful of you.  I hope I’m not making a mistake but this is something that I have to do.  Now why don’t you get your wife and escort her to the car.  We have an hour long drive ahead of us to get there.”

The group left and drove to Karen’s home town of Cochville.  They arrived at the hotel just a few minutes past seven in the evening.  Karen went up to the registration desk and talked to Angie’s Mother and Father who were manning the desk. 

Angie’s mom saw her and the others and gasped, “My god you two are beautiful.  Those gowns look like they belong on Hollywood starlets.  Both of you will be the hit of the reunion.  I’m so glad you could make it.  We’ve had quite a few people come from other classes but over half of the ones that RSVP’d aren’t coming because of this organization business with the FBI.  They had already paid and the registration fee is non refundable.  There is no charge for you so I hope you are able to enjoy your evening.  The meal is a buffet so just grab your food and find a table to eat at when you’re ready.  The band starts playing at eight.”

Karen said, “Thank you for the invitation.  I wouldn’t have been here if you hadn’t told me about the reunion.  Now I do have a special request.  I want two name tags with Karen on them.  I want to keep people guessing as to which one of us is the real Karen.  Sam knows enough about me that she should be able to answer basic questions.  I hope that my presence here doesn’t end up ruining the reunion.  If someone from the organization is here they will most likely attempt to do something.  I hope that doesn’t happen though.  Thanks again.”

Karen took the two name tags with Karen on them and handed one to Sam.  The girls name tags were on a small chain that hung around their necks. Gregg and Frank both got one with their names on them and clipped them to the lapel of their tux.

The reception desk was in a foyer just to the right of a huge set of French doors that went into the ballroom.  The French doors were just in front of a grand staircase that came down from the Mezzanine floor.  The double French doors were at least twelve feet high and ten feet across with mirrors instead of glass in them.  They had a set of dormer windows above the doors that matched the windows of the doors.  Karen stopped before the doors remembering so many years back when she stood in that very same spot before. 

Finally after quite a few moments of reflection, Karen turned to Gregg and asked, “Did you bring that digital camera of yours?”

Gregg reached into his pocket and pulled out a slim 12 megapixil digital camera.  It was about half of the size of a carton of cigarettes.  He smiled at Karen and said, “You never know when you might have to take a picture.  I usually use it to take a picture of someone that I want to check out but this is as good of a reason as any to use it for.  I take it you would like some pictures of the evening?”

Karen answered, “This is where my picture was taken at my prom.  I never got to see that picture so I want one of just me standing here like I was then.  After that we can take pictures of each of us individually and together.  We all look too good to let an opportunity like this pass us by.”

Karen took her name tag and shoes off and handed them to Sam.  She turned her back to the doors and posed for the shot.  She clasped her hands behind her and placed her right foot slightly forward of the left, bent just a little at the knee.  The position caused the dress to form a large camel toe at her crotch making it abundantly clear that she wasn’t wearing any panties.  By clasping her hands behind her back, the dress was pulled tight across her tits showing her nipples.  Her nipples were very erect and her areoles were just barely visible through the dress.  Karen looked at Gregg and saw that he was getting an erection.  She smiled, knowing that she had caused it which was exactly the effect that she wanted.  Gregg took the picture to capture it for posterity.  For the next few minutes they took each other’s pictures in various combinations.  They even coerced Angie’s dad into taking a picture of all four of them together. 

After all of the pictures were taken, Gregg took his camera and put it back in his pocket.  Gregg took Sam by her arm and Frank took Karen by hers and escorted the two women through the French doors and into the ballroom.  They mingled with the attendees and Karen thoroughly enjoyed visiting with the people from her high school.  They enjoyed a good meal together and visited more with Angie’s parents.  At eight the dancing started and they paired off into couples to dance.

About an hour into the dancing a young man came up to Frank and tapped him on the shoulder.  It had been a long time but Karen immediately recognized her neighbor Carl who was a couple of years younger than she was but whom also had advanced a couple of grades.  He was in the class that she would have been in if she hadn’t advanced. 

Frank was initially reluctant to let Karen Dance with Carl.  Karen finally convinced him that it would be all right.  The dance was a slow one and Karen Danced with Carl saying, “You sure grew up Carl.  You look good.  How are you doing these days?”

Carl leaned forward and whispered into her ear, “I’ve always had a crush on you Karen.  I’ve loved you as long as I can remember.  I just never had the guts to tell you how I felt.  I was devastated when you married that creep Darrell.  I tried to find a girl I could fall in love with like I loved you and no one could hold a candle to you.  I now know that the whole thing with Darrell was nothing but a farce and was just the organization enslaving you.  How they could all be so blind to what was happening in this town always amazed me.  I knew you and knew that you couldn’t do the things they accused you of unless they forced you.  When I saw the publicity on the merger of that pharmaceutical company with you in the picture, I knew it was you.  I would recognize you anywhere.  I would like the opportunity to prove to you how much I love you.  I don’t know where you live now but I live in L.A. and work for a computer engineering company.  I’ll give my card with my information on it so your security guard can do the background check on me.  When it comes back clear, please contact me so we can at least see if we can make it work.”

At that point the music stopped and Carl stepped away before Karen could say anything.  She watched as he walked up to Gregg and handed him a card and talked with him for a few minutes.  When he was done, Carl left and Gregg motioned for Karen to meet him at their table. 

As the two of them went to the table, Sam and Frank took the opportunity to dance a slow dance together.  When they got to the table and sat down Gregg asked, “This Carl guy said that he is interested in getting to know the real you.  He told me your other name and assured me that he would never share that information with anyone.  He asked me to do a background check on him so that he can date you.  What do you think?  Do you want me to do it?”

Karen thought about what Carl had said.  She thought back to her school days and how Carl always seemed so nice to her.  She realized she had never thought of him as romantic material then because he was just a young kid.  Now however she wasn’t so sure.  He was fit, and he seemed nice.  Could he come to terms with the Karen she was now.  She told Gregg, “I’m not sure at the moment.  I’ll let you know.  It’s something I’ll have to think about.  I do think he’s safe though.  He was a neighbor of mine while I grew up.  He’s a couple of years younger than me and I always thought he was a nuisance because he always seemed to be there.  He sure has grown up a lot.”

Gregg said, “Just let me know if you want me to check him out and it’s done.  Now let’s go dance.  I’m quite enjoying this evening.  It’s been a wonderful break from everything.”

Gregg and Karen went out on the Dance floor and started dancing.  They danced a couple of dances together while Frank and Sam danced together.  It was during a slow dance that things took a quick turn for the worst. 

It was about half way through the dance that the two couples were dancing next to each other.  A huntsman that had managed to escape the FBI’s notice walked into the ballroom and over to a semi dark corner.  He pulled a chair back from a table and stood up on it.  He had a picture in his hand.  It was of a younger Karen, as a matter of fact it was the prom picture of Karen when she went with Darryl, but he guessed that he would be able to recognize her.  He watched the people on the dance floor carefully.  He saw two women that could be an older version of the girl in the picture he had.  He saw that the two women were dressed in Lavender like the picture.  One was in a sexy cocktail dress and the other was in a sexy, almost see through designer gown.  He decided that it was less likely that the one in the opaque lavender gown was his Karen because he would be able to see the organization tattoo.  He decided to take out the one in the cocktail dress first.  He waited and as luck would have it the two dancing couples came close together and an opening appeared in the crowd.  He lifted his gun and took aim.

All of a sudden there was a loud pop and Frank and Sam collapsed next to Karen and Gregg.  Gregg’s Secret Service training kicked in and he immediately grabbed Karen and turned her to put himself between the sound of the pop and Karen.  As he did so he saw the gunman standing on a chair in a corner taking aim at them. 

Earlier Carl had been heading out of the ball room after dancing with Karen.  A guy that wasn’t dressed for the dance bumped into him as he hurried past into the ball room.  Carl didn’t think anything of it at first.  He went to the bathroom and was getting ready to leave when the inconsistencies hit him.  He rushed back to the ball room and stopped just inside of the doors.  He quickly found the guy standing on a chair in a semi dark corner.  He watched as the guy lifted a gun and took aim.  He reacted in an instant.  He wasn’t going to let this guy kill his Karen.  He took off at a run toward the guy as he took a shot.

Just as the huntsman pulled the trigger for the second shot, Carl came running into the picture and tackled him.  Gregg winched as he felt the bullet hit his arm.  Luckily the bullet hit his left arm and not the one he used to shoot with.  Gregg had his gun drawn in seconds and fired at the gunman who was getting up after pumping a shot into Carl at point blank range.  Gregg emptied his clip into the man’s chest and killed him on the spot. 

The crowd stood in stunned silence staring at the scene of carnage on the dancing room floor.  Just as Gregg was turning to check on Frank and Sam, the FBI agents came running into the hall.  Behind Gregg and Karen was another member of the organization that had come to the reunion.  He was the one that had called the huntsman and told him that Karen was at the hotel.  He stepped through the crowd and into the open circle that had formed around Karen, Gregg, Sam and Frank.  He raised a gun and was taking aim when someone in the crowd noticed and yelled, “GUN”.  He dived at the guy with the gun and tackled him just as he pulled the trigger.  Several other men attending the reunion helped wrestle the guy to the floor and take the gun away from him. 

Karen had taken Gregg’s hand and squeezed it hard as they moved toward Frank and Sam.  When they heard the guy yell “GUN”, Gregg moved between Karen and the direction the shout came from out of instinct.  He was in the process of moving in between them when the gun went off and Gregg collapsed from the shot hitting him in the right front pocket.  Karen went down with him because he had a hold of her arm. 

The FBI immediately formed a circle around Karen and her security team.  It took a few moments for Gregg to realize that his leg wasn’t bleeding.  He reached into his right pocket and pulled out the digital camera.  It had a big hole in one side and a big dent in the other.  He knelt there rubbing his sore thigh for a few moments.  Finally Karen and Gregg moved over to check on Frank and Sam. 

Frank was obviously dead.  The bullet had entered the back of his neck and shattered his spine as it went through.  His neck was turned at an impossible angle as the body lay on the floor on top of Sam.  They moved Frank’s body out of the way and immediately saw that Sam had been hit in the right cheek by the same bullet.  Her face was a bloody mess but she was still breathing.  The bullet didn’t have enough force to penetrate too far but the impact with Frank’s spine had flattened the bullet out so that the entry wound was very large.  Several of her cheek bones were also obviously broken.  Gregg called out for the FBI to call a helicopter in for evacuation.

That’s when Gregg told Karen, “That Carl guy got shot.  He saw what happened and tried to tackle the first gunman.  He was shot at close range.  I’ll stay with Sam.  I think that he just passed my background check.  He saved my life for sure and probably yours too.  You go to him and see how he is.”

Karen was torn between staying with her dear friend Sam and going to Carl.  She finally decided that Carl had likely sacrificed his life for her and if he was still alive she owed it to him to thank him.  She hurried over to where the FBI agents were busy securing the scene.  They immediately recognized Karen and let her in the cordoned area.  She saw Carl on his stomach with blood coming out from under him.  She got down next to him and said, “Carl… Carl… Don’t die Carl.  Help is on the way.  Thank you for saving me Carl.  I promise we’ll get you to the hospital.  Don’t die on me.  I could never forgive myself.  Please Carl, don’t die.” 

Karen was crying tears of anguish now.  The loss of Frank, possibly Sam and her old neighbor were hitting her hard.  It was all her fault because she decided she wanted to take a stupid trip down memory lane.  She should have never come.  She continued begging Carl to not die and that she would get help there.  Within minutes, the medical team arrived and started tending to the wounded.  The crowd had been moved to the other side of the hall and was in the process of being questioned.  Finally the medics came over to Carl and turned him over.  The bullet wound was in his lower abdominal area so there was a chance that he would live if he could get help in time. 

Turning him over woke him up and he reached his hand out to Karen.  Karen took it and brought it up to her lips and kissed it.  She looked into his pain filled eyes and said through her tears, “Thank you Carl. ‘Sob… sob… sob.’ You saved my life.  ‘Sob… sob.’ Please hold on. ‘Sob… sob.’  We’ll get you to the hospital soon.  ‘Sob… sob.”  Forgive me.”

Carl gasped out, “Nothing to forgive” just before he slipped back into unconsciousness.

Karen saw that Sam had been tended to and stabilized and was being carried out to the waiting helicopter.  Karen got control of herself and ordered, “I want Carl taken on the helicopter to the same hospital we’ve taken everyone else.  They have the best trauma surgeons there.  They should be able to save him.  Don’t waste time trying to let the local hospital treat him.  Stabilize him and get him on that flight with Sam.”

Karen stepped out of the way as the paramedics immediately responded to follow her orders.  Karen went back to Gregg who was having his arm and leg finally being tended to by a paramedic.  She immediately said, “I’m sorry Gregg.  I shouldn’t have come.  I should have known that something like this would have happened.  I can never forgive myself if Sam dies.”

Gregg looked at Karen and saw the tortured look on her face.  He immediately said, “Frank went out the way he always figured he would.  He died protecting someone who needed his protection.  Sam is the same.  She and I have both talked about this possibility, especially in this situation with the organization.  We concluded that if there was ever someone in need of our protection it was you.  We guessed that this would eventually happen to one of us.  Don’t blame yourself.  I could have put a stop to this from the get go but I knew that you needed this.  I can only imagine the hell you’ve been through in your life and in the last few weeks especially.  You needed a break and this looked like a perfect opportunity to provide you with that.  I’m sorry that it didn’t work out.  Things had been going so perfectly too.  I am afraid there is one other casualty though.” 

Gregg held up the camera, showing Karen the damage.  Karen gave a single chuckle through her tears and said, “Maybe the disk is okay.”

Karen wasn’t all that comforted by what Gregg had said but it settled her down a bit.  She stayed with Gregg as she watched the paramedics evacuating Carl out of the ballroom.  It looked like there were more victims of the organization.  She was beginning to realize that there just might not ever be an end to this kind of thing.  They left the dance immediately after Gregg had been treated by the paramedics.  They had an FBI agent drive them to the hospital. 

This is the end of Chapter 64

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