To Obey
by Fire-Bird
Chapter 44 "Drills"
The headmaster watched the security monitors as the Rolls Royce drove up
the driveway. He got out of his chair, adjusted his tie and went downstairs
to great the visitor.
The stones crackled under the car tires as it slowly came to a halt beside
the steps. Mr Boggis quickly checked his hair in the window and opened
the back car door.
"Welcome to Hackmoores."
His hand gripped the car door tightly as the woman appeared into his view.
"Mr Boggis."
The headmaster watched as the woman walked slowly up the stairs on step at
a time. With each step her ankles flapped together. Her Achilles tendons
had been cut.
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Ivy wrapped her arms around John's neck. She winced as her tortured tits
pressed against him but she didn't care.
"Thank you." she said.
John leaned into the hug. He watched his brother over Ivy's shoulder as
he stirred back into consciousness. He pushed Ivy back.
"Hang on a sec."
He walked over to his brother. The man was just getting onto his hands
and knees.
"Bro, you alright?" asked John.
His brother turned his head to look up. John slugged him with a hard
right across his brother's face. The man crumpled to the floor.
"Okay." said John as he returned back to Ivy. "What's going on?"
Ivy stopped rubbing her breasts. "Just another slave community. Nothing
like what we have back home."
"So I see." John said as he looked around the room. "So who is the boss?"
Ivy pointed to the man on the ground.
"Oh. I think I better talk to him this time."
A few minutes later the man got to his knees before John kicked him in
the guts. The man groaned and fell to the ground again.
He turned to face Ivy's puzzled expression. "Next time, I swear."
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Jenny watched on as the Priest started the machine. Clarice groaned loudly
into the water drill as it rattled her teeth. She had also a hose plugged
into her rectum pumping in cold water and a plastic water drill reaming
her cunt. Wires alternated with each other as they yanked her breasts and
then slowly released them. And to add an extra the Priest tied a wire onto
Clarice's collar which put great pressure onto the back of her legs.
Jenny looked up at the Priest. "How long?"
"Three hours. Come, I need a blowjob."
Jenny got a black eye from giving a bad blowjob, Clarice lost four from the
drill.
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Mr Boggis handed Janice Gabriel a cup of tea. She sniffed it and then
neatly dropped it towards the floor. The cup broke into three pieces but
the saucer remained intact. The tea swam around the desk leg and started
to sink into the carpeting.
"Oops." she said without sympathy.
"No matter." said Mr Boggis. He put his cup of tea down and slapped Janice
across the face. A red palm print showed up immediately.
Janice snorted. "Is that the best you can do?"
"When I have Professionals like my teachers, I don't need to dirty my hands
on slave trash like you."
"Well, you're going to have to deal with slave trash like me Boggis.
Mr Gabriel died a few days ago on our wedding night. It was 'so' sad."
The headmaster didn't answer.
"Okay. I guess you're not such a bright boy after all. I now own
Mr Gabriel's entire fortune and company. And I don't think this venture
with your pathetic little castle should go ahead."
Mr Boggis walked back around to his desk. Anger rose in his body like
steam from a boiling kettle. He dropped into his chair and glared at
Janice. He blew out a deep breath and considered his options. He needed
to stall for time.
"What sort of deal can we make?"
Janice smiled. "Giving up so soon?"
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Jenny heard the voices from the office. 'Shit!' she thought. 'I'm late!'
and ran off down the corridor.
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Ivy, John and the man sat around a table. Each had a cold beer in their
hands.
"Cheers." said the man.
"To our new business." replied John.
"To heaps of fucking white slaves" commented Ivy.
All three bottles clinked as the trio toasted each other.
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Mr Boggis slammed his fist onto the desk. "No chance. I can not sacking
my entire staff at your whim!"
"Come come Mr Boggis. Be reasonable. They're only the paid help after all."
"These people have made this school what it is today. Who are you to
dictate their futures?"
"Their new boss, of course." smirked Janice.
"Not a chance. There is no way they'll take orders from a slave."
"I am not a slave Mr Boggis. Please do remember that." said Janice dryly.
Mr Boggis smiled. He was the first to see the shadows on the door as it
burst open. Jenny walked in followed by Janice's Driver.
"Johnson! What is the meaning of this?" demanded Janice. Only then did she
see the pile of cash in his hands.
The driver walked over to Mr Boggis and shook his hand. "All yours Sir.
My regards to Mr Gabriel." and then left the room. Ralph appeared in the
door way.
"What the hell is going on here?!" yelled Janice.
Mr Boggis grinned. "You're a slave Janice, and always will be. Ralph. Take
her down to the Doctor's office. Get him to remove her feet please."
A few minutes later Mr Boggis could only hear the faint screaming of
Janice's voice from behind the office door. He picked up the chair that
Janice had pushed over and tidied up some of his papers.
"What happened Sir?" said Jenny.
"Not much Jen. Janice didn't think to check Mr Gabriel's will. Obviously
she didn't realize who our head porter was."
"John Sir?"
"Yes slave. John Andrew Gabriel. Son and heir to Richard Gabriel. I'm sure
John won't mind me cutting off his Mum's feet. By the way, did I instruct
Ralph to use pain killers?"
Jenny shook her head. "No Sir."
"Oh. Oh well. Never mind. Clean up that tea mess and let's get back to work."
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