Karen and Michelle’s Sad Story

Karen and Michelle’s Sad Story Part 3 Michelle’s Story Chapter 103

Chapter 103: The Coch Organization’s Final Gambit (The Final Entry In Karen’s Diary about the Coch Organization)

I had originally planned on finishing writing my story when we learned of the stunning revelation of Michelle’s inheritance of the Coch fortune. Just think about the justice of that.  Here is the daughter of a slave, a slave herself, being the true heir of one of, if not the most ruthless slaver organization in the world.  Obviously there was an intense legal battle to try and prove she wasn’t the heir but time after time, Ed and his son were able to disprove their evidence.  As time went on, more and more of the organization members were arrested or went into hiding, so the money dried up to battle Michelle’s lawsuit.  Of course, it helped that we had billions of dollars to thoroughly investigate and disprove every claim. Eventually all of the papers were gathered and the information given for Ed and his son to win the legal case.  It took a little over ten years for the process to work its way through the courts, and a final ruling made in Michelle’s favor.  During that time, a lot of what we thought to be good and wonderful things happened with our family and the group which I will just give a brief synopsis of before I tell of the events of the last few days.  There were almost days we were able to forget that the organization ever existed.  I say almost because anyone that has experienced extreme trauma knows that posttraumatic stress syndrome is a real and consuming thing. Those of us that had experienced some of the worst that the organization had to throw at us could never forget the trauma. Our minds just wouldn’t let us no matter how hard we tried. Now for those events we thought were wonderful that led to something extremely dangerous.

You see, the Organization had a sleeper council and huntsmen group that were not listed in the computer files so the FBI and Interpol did not know about them. They decided they couldn’t afford to wait any longer after Michelle won her legal battle so they were set to launch one last attack on my daughters and me when we discovered their plan.  I’ll explain how that happened after I update you on what happened over the past ten years.

The relationship that Michelle developed with Sean while researching everything to be sure that she was the true heir of the Coch Organization grew.  Michelle sought and received permission from Aminda to date him and see where the relationship would go.  Aminda had enjoyed her relationship with Sean but she didn’t have feelings for him.  He gave her what she needed as an outlet to release her sexual and submissive impulses.  She knew that Michelle would continue to allow her to use him for that purpose if she demanded but she would not do that to her slave and true love of her heart. 

After the establishment of the Warren Group, Sarah got me, Aminda, Michelle, Lisa and Angie together to develop the bylaws of the group.  They established a governing hierarchy within the organization that established her as the president, Charlie as the vice president, the four bitchpups as the slave representatives and I as Sarah’s advisor without voting rights and Heather as head slave trainer. The rules that were established were as follows.

All members of the group either volunteer to join through recruitment either personally or online. Blackmailing someone into joining is considered volunteering since they choose that option over being turned in for crimes they have committed or to keep other information from becoming public that they are too embarrassed to have revealed.  Of course, the nature of the blackmail is not defined and, in fact, it is accepted that a future slave can be set up to be blackmailed.  Any member of the group found to be guilty of abduction, rape or other form of coercion is to be turned over to law enforcement for prosecution.

All new slaves are to be kept at the Warren estate for a minimum of three days for interviews and conditioning with the brainwashing body suit.  They can be kept longer if necessary for specialized training like pony or puppy training.  They are to be trained by the group slave trainer, Heather, until she deems them fully trained.  The length of time in training depends on the slave’s progress and the slave’s owner’s training requests.  After said training, Master or Mistress and slave are given initiation tasks to perform before their induction into the group.  Once those tasks have been successfully passed then they are welcomed and inducted into the group at the monthly induction ceremony. If they fail the initiation, they are both conditioned to forget about the group and made to think that everything they did was just something they did themselves to expand their sexual horizons.

All new Masters or Mistresses must undergo an in-depth background check to ensure there is no criminal activity in their background.  Any conviction of a violent or sexual crime is cause for exclusion from the group in any capacity.  This includes domestic abuse, whether physical, emotional or sexual abuse.  This is to ensure that there is no reason for law enforcement to look into the group for any reason. All Masters and Mistresses, as well as slaves, will be constantly monitored for activities that may affect the group in a manner that is capable of exposing it to the public.  Members of the group expect their privacy and the only way to ensure that is not violated is to keep close watch on all members. 

All slaves receive the brand and tattoo of the eagle with the stylized ‘W’ on their chests and all masters or mistresses receive the same tattooed on their right shoulder.  It was decided after five years to add a small encoded microchip developed by Carl and Sean to be injected under the eagle’s right middle talon that allows remote tracking of all slaves in case of emergencies.  A quick scan of the chip gives the name, slave name, initiation date, and the name of the master or mistress to whom they belong.

The chip was made necessary by a student at the university who managed to have a tattoo put on his shoulder that was similar and actually good enough to fool a couple of the new slaves into submitting to him.  We were fortunate that one of the slaves missed a class where Aminda was to meet her. Aminda became suspicious as it was understood that nothing would keep a student from their classes.  The next day the new slave explained to Aminda that she was with a master and apologized for missing class.  Aminda had her take them to the so called master’s next meeting with the slave and she immediately realized that the tattoo was a fake.  She didn’t let on and invited the young man to a “party” at the estate that weekend.  Needless to say, the young man found himself immediately drugged and placed in the conditioning suit.  He was turned into a sissy girl with no memory of what happened and an uncontrollable urge to suck cock.  They also turned the tattoo into a black bird within a heart as well so it couldn’t be mistaken for one of the Warren tattoos. He was left on a bench in the center of a park on campus in the middle of the night, dressed in a bra and panties and a pink sundress.  When he woke up, he went to his dorm where he became the darling of the dorm.  He thought he was in heaven with all of the men he was around and many took him up on his offer to be their little suck buddy. 

As mentioned, academics and work are deemed too important to miss so Masters and Mistresses have to work around those schedules to play with their slaves. Continued membership in the group for students is dependent on getting no less than a 3.0 grade point average.  The first semester that a member falls below that GPA, they are put on probation and undergo conditioning to focus their studying.  Slaves will undergo a punishment session for any grade on a test or a paper that is below a B. The punishments are harsh and painful for the slave student.  For a Master or Mistress, their slave is taken from them and the Master or Mistress conditioned to study harder until their grades improve. Needless to say, the grades of all members greatly improve quickly.

Masters and Mistresses are held accountable for the behavior of their slaves. Punishments will be determined by the council.  Slave punishment is left up to the slave’s Master or Mistress unless the action puts the Group or any member at risk of injury or exposure to the public.  Then the council will determine suitable punishment.

When slaves are being tortured, they are not to be permanently damaged or marked.  When such an incident occurs, the violator will receive the same punishment they inflicted on the slave.  Anyone of the group found guilty of abduction, rape or murder of any kind will be brainwashed in the conditioning suit into admitting the totality of their crimes. Further conditioning ensures the guilty do not reveal the existence of the Warren Group. After the conditioning is completed, they are turned over to the authorities.

All Masters, Mistresses, and slaves of the Warren Group are immediately given citizenship to Phantazein Island and may retire there if they chose or move there if they have a skill that the island can use.  They also receive 25 percent off the normal resort rate.

All tattoos and piercings were required to be done with the Tattoo Specialists contracted by the Warren Group.  Any violators of that policy are excluded from any group activities until proof is provided by a group appointed physician that they are free of STDs.  Eventually the tattoo group did so much business for the group and had participated in so many of the initiations, that they joined the group with slaves of their own.  While they didn’t do all of their business with the group, only slightly less than 20% of their tattoo and piercing business was done with non-group members.

Initially, Geri went back to school and received her Nurse Practitioner’s degree. This was so she could take care of the medical issues for the group.  Over time, a few of the members actually went to medical school, all under scholarship from Sarah.  As payment for paying for their medical school, they are required to provide all slaves of the Warren Group free medical care.  Masters and Mistresses were required to pay for their own medical care at a 25% discounted rate. Most of those doctors are just now finishing up their residency training.  After that the group will help them set up a private practice.  Some of them are island residents that will move back to Phantazein Island to live and provide medical care to the residents and guests of the island.

Masters and Mistresses are required to pay an initial membership fee of $5,000.00 and an annual membership fee of $500.00 to maintain membership if they are not in school.  Membership fees for students are able to be paid via services rendered to the group.  The council determines what service is to be provided as sufficient to wave the membership fee.

Masters and Mistresses are to respect the ownership rights of all other Masters and Mistresses.  They may only use other’s slaves with their permission.  If a Master or Mistress has been offended by or affected in a way that is detrimental by another’s slave’s actions then they must receive the slave’s owner’s permission to punish them and do so under their supervision. If permission is not given, the slave’s owner is required to punish the offending slave as the offended owner watches. If the slave’s master doesn’t feel that the offence requires punishment but the offended master or mistress does, the issue can be taken to an appointed adjudication committee.  They will decide if punishment is required for the offense and dictate the punishment.  Their decision is final and there is no appeal.  The punishment is carried out in front of the committee and the issue is considered resolved.

Masters or Mistresses wanting to train their slaves to be pony girls or pony boys turn their slaves over to the Warren Group for proper training.  Masters and Mistresses are expected to reimburse the Warren Estate for the room and board and training expertise provided to turn their slaves into proper pony girls and boys.  All materials and supplies for said pony girls and boys are the direct responsibility of the Master or Mistress to purchase for their slaves.  Aminda and Michelle bought Marta’s Kennels and Ranch and converted it to a training facility for pony and puppy training after they graduated from college.  They kept trained horses and dogs there for training purposes for their training programs but that is all, otherwise all training of dogs and horses is done by Wilma at the estate for members of the group and public.  Angie maintains the pony training facility and Michelle is the primary trainer. 

Masters or Mistresses can purchase specially trained dogs and horses for their use with their slaves from the Warren Estate or they can supply their own dog or horse to be trained there.  Fees are determined based on the training desired and the complications involved with the training.  Wilma joined the Warren Group as Sarah’s slave, with my approval since I was her Mistress, after she helped her father get the dogs and horses delivered to the estate. She moved him into the assisted living facility down the road.  He only lived another five years but she spent every bit of time she could with him, telling him of how she was training the dogs and horses and how much she was making doing custom training for people around the world.  She didn’t tell him the perverted nature of some of the training though.  That would have been too big of a shock to him.  She developed a training program to provide assisted living dogs for special needs people and for specialty functions like detecting certain things such as drugs, explosives, cadavers and she is even working with a nonprofit cancer organization on training dogs to detect cancer and other types of diseases.  Every weekend, even after her father died, she takes a couple of her dogs with her to the assisted living center where her father lived, and with the director’s approval, lets the residents play with them.  They find that it helps settle many of the more restless residents down and makes them happier.  Since Wilma started training the horses she brought to the estate, it didn’t take long for the Warren estate to become the premier breeder of Arabian and Morgan horses on the west coast as well.  Many of her horses go on to take awards at horse shows across the country.  Wilma has become an integral part of the Warren Group and lives on the estate in the cabin that isn’t being used by Heather.

Other laws and bylaws can be added as needed by the Warren Group council.  New laws and bylaws are voted on by Masters and Mistresses of the entire organization and need to receive a two thirds majority to pass.

The Warren Group continues to grow and expand. Initially the group recruited new slaves from the high school and middle school but has expanded as more adult members join the group.  Membership fees for masters and mistresses are waived for underage boys and girls.  Sarah and her middle school slave girls did entrap a few more of the teachers at the middle school.  The group continues having a presence in the schools, even now after Sarah and the other girls have gone to college.  The main reason it continues is that underage members, both submissive and Dominants, are trained to look for and find students with certain characteristics that lead to eventual recruitment.  Of course, some, but not many, of the parents of those students are found to have the same characteristics and end up being recruited as well.  The recruiting in the high school continues to expand since the students realize that all of the members of Sarah’s group end up with full ride scholarships to attend UCLA and some to other schools to pursue their degrees.  The group is very careful and selective in which students end up being accepted into the group and their clique in school.  All of the members of Sarah’s group graduate from high school in the top ten percent of their class, except for the first couple of years after the group started, and those students finished with much improved grades.  Students that have never dreamed of going to college believe that if they can join Sarah’s group then they could pursue dreams they never thought would become reality and they will do almost anything to get that.  These types of students are very carefully evaluated to ensure they are a good fit for the group and are true submissives or dominants.  As time went on, it became clear to the students that not only did members of Sarah’s group go to college but when they graduated from college they were immediately fully employed in their chosen field.  The group has so many people wanting to join in the high school that they can be very selective in whom they choose. 

I began working on organizing the building of the resort on Phantazein Island immediately after I assumed full ownership.  Over five years, we have built a resort with all of the amenities that would rival any major resort in the world.  Before it was completed, we began to advertise all over the world.  We don’t limit ourselves to underground publications but advertise publicly, proclaiming it as the ultimate destination for people of all kinds to explore their sexuality as well as other fantasies in a safe, controlled environment.  We even provide the facilities for children so that they can go with their parents and enjoy a fun vacation with rides, pony rides, a petting zoo and many other activities with people trained to work with children.  Nothing sexual is ever allowed to happen at or near to the facilities for children and most never know what their parents are actually doing on the island. The ones that do are already aware of their parents’ lifestyle.  As with Island laws and culture, those children are allowed to participate in activities of their choosing with their parent’s written permission.  The more severe activities are totally restricted from under aged participation.

When Phantazein Island Resort opened for business, we were already booked full.  With the addition of the pony girls and pony boys pulling carriages, it did add a certain charm to it.  From the improved docks, guests are taken to the resort by normal horse and carriage so that any children are kept from seeing things their parents don’t wish them to see.  Once guests register at the resort and start participating in their arranged fantasy, they are taken by pony girl or pony boy, depending on the customer’s choice, to their fantasy destination on the island. 

Because of the resort, the studios, and the computer security companies being started up, many residents that would have left the island to seek out a normal life decided to stay since they can be employed in a career there and not have to participate in the lifestyle.  With rare exception, all staff members of Phantazein Island facilities are either from the island, from the Warren Group. On special, rare instances, an individual with specific skills that wants to live the island lifestyle will be allowed to become a part of the family.  These new recruits are carefully monitored for the first ten years of their membership on the island to ensure they are a good fit.

One thing that I decided to do, at the recommendation of Nellie, was to create a vineyard and make wine.  Nellie is the daughter of a family of wine makers and grew up on a vineyard.  As she grew up, she had to learn every aspect of the operation.  She has never lost her love of that and with the natural conditions on the island, and the hilly terrain, she knew she could create a unique brand of wine.  I loved the idea and gave her the go ahead.  Nellie contacted her brother, who had taken over her parents’ wine operation, and was able to purchase enough starts to begin developing the vineyard.  It took a full five years to have a vineyard large enough to start producing wine.  It took another couple of years before they started producing wine of satisfactory quality to serve at the resort restaurants.  By now, ten years later, the vineyard has grown large enough that we are able to produce enough wine to export under the Phantazein Island Vineyards’ label.  We have four different wines that we make; two red wines, a Merlot and a Cabernet Sauvignon and two white wines, a Chardonnay and a Riesling.  All four are well received by guests and popular.  When guests book reservations at the island resort, their meals are included in the cost of the visit but the wines are purchased separately.  Residents of the island are given one free bottle of wine of their choice per year as an employee of the island otherwise they have to purchase the wine which is very expensive.  The vineyard has become a good money producing part of the island corporation.

Sam arrived at Phantazein Island about a month after the events of the night he was offered the position.  He and Nellie truly feel at home here and are accepted as one of the family.  Sam brought with him, three of his best crew and two new hires to help train workers at the island in how to make films.  They began the development of a studio where they could film porn movies and it was finished within a year.  During that time, he recruited several families of the island to set up twenty four hour cameras in their homes and set up a web site called “Phantazein Island Life”.  Cameras were also set up in all of the most popular spots where island residents go to enjoy some rest, relaxation, and wild, uninhibited sex. With the number of cameras set up around the island, there is usually something going on of interest to the viewer.

Of course, it took about eight months for Carl to get the servers set up and his programs adjusted for what we wanted.  As soon as the servers were up and operational, Sam loaded the large amount of video and pictures he had accumulated, including our wedding, and began the website “Phantazein.com”.  All material produced at the estate and on the island is available through this site.  Before we started accepting members to the site, we employed a couple of the computer geeks that Sarah had recruited early on at high school and they did a thorough background check on anyone actually joining the site.  Zack was one of the computer club members that came. He had married Mindy, the JV cheerleader that he saved from the cougar, after high school.  Larry was the other computer club member they hired and he brought Rachel with him as his slave.  While Zack did not belong to the Warren group, they loved the swinging sex life and felt at home on the island.  Larry and Rachel were members of the group as Master and slave.  When Zack or Larry found anyone guilty of severe pedophilia or cruel torture or abuse; we rejected their request for membership and put a virus on their computer to send a message to the authorities in their country with evidence of their crimes.  All others are allowed in with a special, individualized code that will only work for them. To receive the code, they have to be on a computer cam so that their facial recognition is captured and made a part of the code.  With their hackers’ ability to thoroughly investigate, they are able to eliminate any criminal investigators that may be focused on our operation before they even begin.  For the customer, unless you have the individual code and facial capture, the pictures and video are unreadable by any other means.  The site is very secure and virtually unbreakable since it uses a unique computer language that only Carl knows and understands.  To ensure safety, he ensures our hackers constantly try to hack into the system and find any weaknesses.  To date, none of them have been able to hack into the system.

Within a year of going into business, “Phantazein.com” was one of the most popular porn sites in the world.  It was bringing in several million dollars income each year.  The customers love that they can find quality porn of all kinds, not the cheap homemade stuff that a lot of websites sell.  They also have the benefit of never being hacked by Trojans or Spyware so that customers feel safe.  Of course, the site does leave an undetectable Trojan on the customer’s computer that monitors their activity.  The instant the Trojan discovers any activity that will threaten the operation of “Phantazein.com”; it initiates a cascade that will result in the erasure of the hard drive of the customer and elimination of the passcode.  It will then recode the perpetrator’s hard drive with incriminating pictures and videos. Along with the pictures and videos it also inserts the virus to send information to the authorities in that individual’s country.  The individual is usually arrested within a week of their threatening activity to the website, and even though they try to claim that they are innocent and tell stories about our website, there is never any proof.  No law enforcement has ever found a trace of the Phantazein connection to any individual on their computer.

Carl actively promoted the security of the server system and once it was discovered that it was almost impenetrable, the servers became a desired location for many legal companies to provide secure backup of their files.  Many international corporations began to contract with Carl to develop security protocols for their own systems as well.  This took several years and by the time that, that part of the business took off, a handful of the computer geeks had finished with their degrees in computer science and went to work for Carl’s growing company.  Carl named the company, “Bertinelli Computer Security Systems Incorporated”.  After about five years, it became the premier computer security company in the world and made Carl a multimillionaire in his own right.  The Company is registered as a Phantazein Island Corporation and therefore does not have to pay taxes to any other country other than for those salaries of employees that lived in those countries.  Of course, the company is a wholly owned subsidiary of Phantazein Corporation which helped fund its start up.

After Sarah graduated from high school, I moved with Carl to Phantazein Island and assumed my role as President.  The governing council that I had set up at the beginning had essentially taken care of the normal day to day operations of the pseudo government that Roberto had set up and turned it into an actual governing institution.  The islanders are happier than they have ever been as they now have a voice into how things work on the island.  It seems, by the way that they treat me, that I am loved by all of the island residents for what I am doing to help create jobs and a comfortable lifestyle as well as having representation on how the island is governed.  They know that there is no other place in the world where they could live the way they do.      

As with any place, there are always people that commit crimes.  Whenever that happens, Judge Braxton is brought in to preside over the trial and Ed is brought in as the prosecuting attorney.  Seven island residents are called as jurors to listen to the evidence and pass judgment.  The sentencing is mandatory for the crimes a defendant is convicted of and there is no appeal process.  To ensure that the conviction is just, the matter is reviewed by a three member panel consisting of myself, the leader of the island council and Alfred.  We can send the case back for retrial if something was overlooked or not considered that could have impact over the case. Once retried with a different jury considering the new evidence, the verdict is carried out without review.  Punishment is carried out in public and can range from a simple caning in public to death by torture in a manner consistent with the crime committed.  Guests of the island, especially the Doms and Dommes, are informed that they too are subject to island laws and if any violation of the law is determined then they receive the same exact torture they put their victim through.  This is carried out by the victim if they are still alive and desire to do so or by the Dom or Domme of the victim’s choice.  Murderers are killed in the same manner as their victims by a hooded executioner so that no one ever knows of their identity.  Repeat offenders are forced to undergo conditioning to abhor the crimes they have committed and an intense desire to leave the island.  After their punishment, they usually leave as soon as they possibly can. 

Judge Braxton retired from his position in L.A. six years after he was made a part of the Warren organization and moved to Phantazein Island with his slave, Kathy Kreshman.  He is currently residing as the island’s supreme justice for the rest of his life.

Ed gradually turned his law business over to his son, who was a few years older than me, and retired to Phantazein Island about two years ago as well.  His son took over his law office and has served Sarah and me just as faithfully as his father had and has become a good friend of the family.  He and his wife aren’t into the adventurous lifestyle that we live but he doesn’t let that have an effect on how he serves our interests.  He is the one that did the yeomen share of the work on pursuing Michelle’s claim on the Coch estate.  In pursuing that claim, he also discovered that she was the primary heir of the Mitchell Logging Company and the Mitchell estate since Darrell had been the designated heir to the privately owned company.  Upon the Mitchells’ death, the company continued to operate as it always had and the income was deposited into the family trust as required.  The trust was held in probate pending the identity of the heir of the family fortune.  The process for finding that heir had just begun when Ed’s son found the connection and submitted the information.  Upon review of the paperwork and proof of identity by the state, the trust was awarded to Michelle when she was a sophomore in college. The trust amounted to just shy of 100 million dollars but the logging operation added over 600 thousand a year to the trust.  He was still pursuing the Coch fortune for Michelle as it was being processed in the court system and it took until a few months ago before a final determination was made.

Heather and Sean were the first to graduate from high school.  Heather had to go to a community college her first year because of her grades but after that first year, her grades were good enough to get her admitted to the university.  Once at UCLA, she took a double major in Psychology and Psychobiology.  She figured that as the Warren Group slave trainer, she needed those specialties to help her better train the new slaves and make better use of the conditioning suit.  While going to college, she joined the Omega Psi Sisters and actually became the president of the group in her senior year.  She also took tramp with her.  Tramp pursued a degree in nursing, at Heather’s suggestion.  Heather had her get a nurse practitioner degree so she could supervise the health of the slaves as she trained them.  Tramp was made to live in the basement of the Omega Psi fraternity house where she was at the beck and call of any sister or fraternity member.  Heather helped all subsequent group members be accepted into the sisters or the fraternity as they began college.  She continued the same traditions that I started so many years ago.  The only thing she changed was that she actively began recruiting new slaves and occasionally a new Dom/Domme to the Warren Group.  With her knowledge of psychology, she was able to spot submissives with little effort.  The use of the knowledge she obtained in the Psychobiology degree and her experience helped her to refine the brainwashing suit we have been using so that it works quicker now and in a more thorough manner.  All members of the group are now required to undergo the conditioning suit so that they will never share the nature of the group with anyone if they are ever arrested.  This ensures the secrecy of the group. When she graduated, she returned to the Warren Estate and began work as the group slave trainer.  She is provided one of the cabins as a living quarters and lives their happily with her slave tramp.  She decided she doesn’t want to get married since she gets all of the sex she wants from the male slaves she trains.  Plus she can arrange the use of any slave she wants in the organization with the slave’s master or mistress or just attend the monthly meetings that always turn into orgies.  She figures that when the time comes that she wants children, she will just have tramp get pregnant and they will raise the child themselves.  She isn’t interested in having children herself.

Sean was accepted straight into the University of Southern California’s Computer Science program.  He had applied his junior year of high school and had been awarded a full ride scholarship.  He proceeded to continue through until he had achieved a doctorate degree which took him just over nine and a half years.  For his doctorate degree, he actually took Carl’s computer language and developed it for use on Ipads and other electronic handheld devices.  This allows anyone with the same computer language to communicate securely without the possibility of being hacked.  The U.S. government tried to recruit him to develop secure communications programs for their use but Sean is totally devoted to Michelle and Sarah so he refused their generous offer.  He immediately went to work with Carl and began developing the idea.  Initially, it was only provided to members of the Warren Group for secure communications and it allowed them to work out any bugs.  When they were happy with the way it worked, Sean developed another version that was capable of being sold to the public.  To be able to take advantage of the secure communications available, they had to purchase a membership with the Bertinelli Computer Security Systems wireless division.  This membership enabled them to have secure and non-secure conversations or messages with anyone else in the world with the same network.  It became a very popular site for companies to use so that their conversations about sensitive matters couldn’t be hacked. The system has already made Sean a small fortune since he receives 50% of the profits brought in by the program.  The business is continuing to expand and looks promising to become a multimillion dollar moneymaker. He married Michelle after he graduated with his bachelor’s degree.  She was a sophomore at UCLA at the time.

Aminda, Michelle and Lisa all majored in business and finance.  When Lisa first arrived at the estate, the three other bitchpups took her under their wing and got her caught up so that she could go through high school with her friends.  As they attended college, they all became members of the Omega Psi Sisters as did all of the slaves of the group.  Aminda became the president of the sisters her junior and senior year.  She is the only multiple year president of the sisters other than me who started the group.  It was during her reign as sister president her junior year that the house next door to the Omega Psi house went up for sale.  Sarah purchased the house for the sisters and then had a connecting tunnel dug between the basements of the two houses so that they could move between them as desired with no public knowledge.  The four girls were inseparable.  Their trials at the hands of their tormentors at Clearview have bonded them together for life.  Aminda fell in love with a vice president of Omega Psi her senior year, a position she helped him get, and they got married at the end of the year.  They were both business majors.  They both went to work for one of the Phantazein Corporation companies but worked in the United States.  While they resided in L.A. at the Warren estate, she and Michelle continued to do the pony training for the group there.

Lisa met an Omega brother who was tender and understanding of her many moods.  She trained him to be a proper master for her but one that took her wants and desires into consideration.  She received the love from him she never received anywhere else but she also received the domination from him when she needed it.  It was a match made in heaven for her, or at least she thought at the time.  She was a Finance major and he was a Computer Science and Engineering degree.  He went to work for Carl’s company immediately upon graduation.  She went to work for Sarah helping her with her investments. 

Angie decided to get a dual degree in psychology and sociology.  After what she had been through in her life, she was hoping that it would help her understand how things she had experienced affected her and also so she could help others, especially former members of the Coch organization.  Jade was totally besotted with Angie and loved her with all her heart.  She majored in business management.  The two dreamed of opening a counseling office in Angie’s home town in Washington so they could help other victims of the Coch Organization.  Angie knew that when Michelle’s claim on the Coch fortune was awarded to her then Michelle would help her achieve that goal. She did acquire a male slave while at college.  She wasn’t interested in anyone dominating her other than Aminda or Sarah.  She and Jade had a lot of fun with him while they were in college and kept him afterwards as well.

Michelle began managing her own trust fund during her junior year of college as she had become proficient in understanding the U.S. and world financial systems.  She had the same mental acuity that I do and was a true genius in every way.  She soon began making a very healthy profit as a day trader and learned to analyze and anticipate the market trends.  This allowed her to dive in when the stocks were primed to go up and jump out just as they started to turn south.  That didn’t mean she never lost money, but when she did, she lost less than most people and on the flip side she made more profit than many others.  After her marriage with Sean, she became even more focused and graduated at the top of her class while almost doubling her fortune by the time she graduated.  This was in spite of the severe economic downturns that occurred while she was in college.

Sarina lived for a year with Carl and me before she decided she wanted to be our slave.  We never pushed her into the group but we didn’t hide it from her either.  She became a member of the Warren group when she turned thirteen and started seventh grade.  Carl is her master but she calls him dad and me, mom.  She never had a mom before and she wants to grow up and be just like me, both strong and submissive.  Michelle immediately accepted her as her sister as did Sarah.  I quit taking birth control when Carl told me he wanted babies but it took me another three years before I became pregnant.  I was thirty nine at the time I gave birth to our first child, a daughter.  I had three more children with Carl after that before I finally had to have a hysterectomy due to uterine cancer.  It was caught early enough that it hadn’t spread to my other organs but it meant that I could have no more children.  We had two boys and another girl.  I enjoy being a mother more than anything else I do in life.  Carl and I took all of our children with us to Phantazein Island when the time came and are raising them in the island culture. 

Luna is a happy slave and went into the film business like her father.  She met another film student at UCLA that shared her kinks and interests.  They ended up having a slave’s wedding like Carl and I did. Our wedding video is her favorite porn movie that she watches.  She always dreamed of being the one in my place for her wedding.  They duplicated the whole ceremony but on Phantazein Island instead of at the estate.  They honeymooned on the island and then went to work there with her father in the island studios.  She brought her slave Tara with her. She and her husband love playing with their little fuck toy.

After Sarah graduated high school, and I moved to Phantazein Island, we decided we needed a place for Warren Group and Island high school students to attend classes where they can act out sexually if they want and have it included as part of their education.  Doms/Dommes are trained to be proper masters and mistresses, caring about the health and well-being of their slaves.  Slaves are trained to be proper submissives and how to act with their master or mistress.  Severe torture is not allowed, nor used as a punishment.  No one is forced to do anything they don’t want to sexually, but allowed to experiment on their own.  All student slaves have safe words and can call a halt to any activity if they find they can’t stand it.  The Warren Group and the Phantazein Island Corporation split the cost of purchasing the Clearview campus in Washington to use for that purpose.  Jim Meyers retired from the L.A. school district and became the head master of the Phantazein Preparatory School.  Hank Johnson took over as principal of the high school when that happened.  Several of the teachers from the high school and middle school that are members of the group were encouraged to also retire and move to Washington to teach at the school, with a little prodding from Sarah of course.  They were all paid excellent salaries and benefits that were comparable to what they were earning before. When their new salary was added to their retirement income, they made more money than they ever had and didn’t have to worry about having sex with the students as long as they didn’t force them or try and trade sex for grades.  They all lived in my home town.  Finding a home for a reasonable price was easy since a lot of the really nice homes were left vacant and for sale after the take down of the organization.  The rest of the teaching staff at the school are students that joined the group before or right after Sarah created the group and went on to college where they graduated with an education degree.  The town was happy to see new residents start moving in because of the school.  Of course, all that the town’s residents knew about the school was that it was very exclusive. As far as they knew only children from Phantazein Island were the students.

It took ten and a half years for the courts to decide that Michelle was in fact the true heiress of the Coch fortune and Mansion.  When that happened, Michelle, Sean and the other bitchpups moved into the mansion.  Michelle had already graciously paid for a new, up to date library for the town to be built so that she would have full use of the mansion.  Because of Sean’s work to develop the hand held secure communication system, he and Carl decided to build the factory there to provide employment for the remaining residents.  Construction on the factory started about the same time as they were moving into the mansion.

The first few weeks were spent cleaning up the parts of the mansion that hadn’t been occupied, other than the library on the first floor, since the take down of the Coch organization.  The old antique furniture was reupholstered and the modern furniture was disposed of.  Michelle had a love of antiques and wanted to decorate the mansion in a style consistent with its historic nature.  They started on the second story first in their remodeling and redecorating efforts.  The rich oak and mahogany trim was refinished to bring out the natural grains of the wood and they stripped out the carpeting to reveal high quality oak flooring with fancy inlays which they had refinished to its original splendor.  The only rooms they redid in a modern décor were the kitchen and the bathrooms which had all of the most modern amenities included.  That hired a contractor for each project they were doing with one general contractor to coordinate the activities.  It only took a couple of months for the entire floor to be finished enough for them to reside there.  Once finished with that floor, the teams immediately began work on the remaining floors. By the time they finished with the third floor, the new library was completed and they were able to move all of the books and materials out and return the first floor of the mansion to its original splendor as well.

During the time of the renovation of the mansion, the bitchpups and their husbands spent time organizing and refitting the dungeon for their use.  The office that had been used by the head librarian became Sean’s home office to work from while the factory was being built.  When they had time, Sean and the guys decided to clean out the attic and see if it could be converted to a nice home theater and overall man cave where they could go to relax.  While they were cleaning, they quickly found old boxes of things that had been stored there for the better part of a century.  Many of them were old records and diaries of the Coch Organization from the early 1900s.  They decided to catalog everything and research the names later. 

After they had emptied the attic out, they started the renovation work by having the electrical wiring redone so that they would have enough electrical outlets to power everything they wanted for their home theater system and other electronic gear.  It was about halfway through the rewiring part of the project that the electrician came to Sean and told him about an unusual connection that seemed to be connected directly to the power lines instead of going through the regular electrical system of the house.  It had been rigged in such a way that even if the power was cut to the house, there would still be power going to that part of the system.  He took Sean over to show him where the wire, with no apparent function, just disappeared into the far wall of the attic.  The electrician informed him that he couldn’t find where the wire led to once it went into the wall.  He had checked all of the outlets and lights in the house and attic and they were all connected to the house power.

Sean was intrigued and decided to get Michelle and the others involved in trying to figure things out.  Michelle was the first to notice that the attic ended almost ten feet short of the rest of the house.  They remeasured the attic and confirmed that Michelle was in fact correct.  Putting two and two together, they realized that there was a hidden room there.  They started focusing their efforts on trying to find the entrance to the room. 

It was Lisa that literally stumbled upon the hidden release to enter the room.  She came up to tell them that lunch was ready one day and when she got to the top of the stairs leading up to the attic entrance, she tripped and stumbled forward.  As she started to fall forward, her arms flayed out and tried to grab onto anything to hold onto.  Her left hand grabbed hold of what everyone thought was a hanger to hang an old hurricane lantern on to light the attic before electricity was wired into the house, something that was reinforced by the fact there was an old antique lantern hanging there.  The force of Lisa’s fall propelled her forward and since she had grabbed onto the lantern hook to stop her fall, her weight twisted the hanger until it was almost horizontal.  When that happened, there was a fairly loud click and a panel of the back wall, between two of the stud supports, opened a few inches, releasing a small cloud of dust.  Aminda just happened to be standing next to the area when it opened and it caused her to jump in surprise. 

Aminda pushed the door open and what she saw astounded her.  There was what looked like a large computer in the room, fully operating.  She called out to the others and they all stared at the out of place modern computer system that was fully powered in that room.  Sean was the first to recognize that the system was a Cray SV1 computer, which was as up to date a system as was available at the time the Coch Organization was at its peak, just before the take down.  Sean immediately went to the main computer terminal and powered it up.  When it came on, it asked for a pass code, something that they obviously didn’t have. 

Over the next few days, Sean used his experience and expertise in hacking to finally get around the system password and access the computer.  What he found were detailed instructions on how to reactivate the Coch organization with the list of hidden young council members.  He immediately informed Sarah of their discovery.

Sarah instructed Carl and Sean to completely investigate everyone on the list in the system and to compare it with the FBI wanted list.  She also ordered them to update the system to their new computer language.  It took several weeks to accomplish all of the back ground checks on the designated council members.  They found that many of them were prominent business or government leaders in their respective countries.  The ones they found that had a suspicious or criminal past they immediately hacked into their systems and downloaded the Trojan to notify the authorities of their crimes with sufficient evidence to convict them.  The ones that were clean they monitored for several months to ensure that there had been nothing missed and then tagged for continuous monitoring. 

During this time, the computer system was updated with Carl’s program language so that it couldn’t be hacked.  Once they had the system in check, Sarah joined the group for a week and prepared to send out a broadcast message to all remaining Masters and Mistresses that remained.  The message was simple and to the point; “To all former members of the Coch Organization.  The Coch Organization is now defunct and has been replaced by the Warren Group.  Those wishing to join the Warren Group must send back a request asking for membership.  All Masters and Mistresses must answer the following questionnaire and return it with your request for membership and the standard membership fee as required by the former Coch Organization.  After review by the Warren Group Council, you will be notified if you are accepted into the Group.  A visit to the group headquarters will then be arranged for you and your slaves to come and submit to final interviews to further establish your worthiness to join.  Once you pass the requirements of that visit you will be initiated into the group as a member and given all of the privileges due to a member of the group.  The rules of the group are attached and must be complied with in order to join.  If you decide not to join the Warren Group, then any and all communication with the group will be terminated.  Any future contact will then be at the discretion of the group council.”

As they collectively worked on the message they were going to send, no one was working on the computer and a screen saver popped up and began cycling through a series of pictures.  There was about a half dozen screens that it cycled through and one of them was a picture of an old cabin in the mountains by a stream with a hunter sitting on the porch with his rifle on his lap and a huge bull elk hanging next to him. On one of the windows was a target in the center of the window.  For all intents and purposes it looked like a picture of a hunter showing off his game and didn’t raise any suspicions.

When they finished discussing and composing the message to broadcast to the remnants of the Coch Organization, Sean took the mouse and clicked the left mouse key.  It just so happened that the screen saver picture visible at the time was the hunter’s cabin picture and the cursor arrow just happened to be on the target in the window.  When Sean clicked, the computer pulled up a completely new screen that they hadn’t seen before.

At the top of the new page was the Coch Organization name and logo. Below that was ‘HUNTERS’ in large bold letters.  Sean immediately began going through the page and quickly stumbled onto the list of hunters designated for the recovery of the Coch Organization.  It was obvious that the list was being updated because there were three tabs. Two tabs had red titles labeled DEAD and ARRESTED.  The third tab’s title was ACTIVE in bold green letters.  Sean clicked on the Dead and Arrested tab and found the picture, name, and date of death or arrest for about a dozen people.  Some of the arrest dates were very recent and matched names that they had turned over to the FBI from the computer system. When he clicked on the Active tab, it opened and showed six remaining active hunters. 

Sarah, Aminda, and Michelle were standing there behind Sean and Sarah gasped in surprise when she saw the first name.  She hadn’t looked at the other names yet but Aminda had and she exclaimed a loud, “NOOOOOOO”.  The remaining names were all now members of the Warren Group.  The leader of the hunter group was none other than Charlie Kellerman.  The next person on the list was Aminda’s husband.  Lisa’s husband was also a hunter, as was Angie’s male slave.  Michelle breathed a sigh of relief that none of the names corresponded with anyone in her and Sean’s immediate circle but thought that they looked familiar.  Sean didn’t recognize the last two either.

Michelle suddenly remembered where she had seen the two men before.  She quickly said worriedly, “I recognize those last two from their pictures.  They are the two cameramen that Luna’s dad hired for the island studios.  They’ll be in a position where they can take out Master Carl and mom.  What are we going to do?”

Sean saw an icon on the page for chat. He took a few minutes to find a back door to the chat room in the program that would keep it secret that they were monitoring it.  As soon as they got in, they noticed that the chat room was currently active and all six were on.

The gist of the conversation was that they knew that the computer room had been compromised and the clock was ticking. It was just a matter of time before their portal would be discovered.  Charlie told the huntsmen that they had to move up the time table for their attack on the former slaves. He told them he would propose to Sarah as soon as she got back from Washington and would have an engagement party at the island with all of the targets present over the Thanksgiving weekend.  They would plan on conducting the execution on Thanksgiving Day during dinner when he was supposed to officially announce his engagement with Sarah to the family.  The signal would be when he stood up and began to make the announcement.  That would allow them to get them together all at once so they can be taken out simultaneously and it would keep them out of U.S. jurisdiction. It would also allow the Coch organization to take over the island and establish the new Coch Organization headquarters there.

Sean was the first one to recover and said, “That son of a bitch. No wonder he didn’t want to get rid of that old computer of his.  I always wondered about that, considering he could have had the fastest and most powerful computer he could buy with our security system on it.  That thing is slow as molasses, but if he had changed computers, he would have lost his ability to access this computer because we would have investigated the connection like we do with all systems anyone connects to… smart guy.  Now what are we going to do about this?”

Sarah had tears streaming down her cheeks.  She had come to love Charlie and couldn’t believe that he had been putting on an act for all of these years.  After a few minutes she wiped her eyes and said firmly with a bit of anger mixed in, “We’re going to let things happen like they planned until Thanksgiving dinner at the island.  We will apprehend them then. They are conspiring to commit murder and overthrow the island’s government and that is a capital offense punishable by death.  The U.S. won’t have any jurisdiction there.  The method of execution I will leave to the intended victim of the perpetrator.  Now this is what we are going to do……”

They spent the next few moments listening to Sarah’s plan and they all agreed.  Sean immediately went to the task of downloading all of the incriminating evidence on the computer to forward to Carl and me.  Sarah immediately called me and informed us of what they found and what they were going to send us.  Aminda called Lisa and Angie and informed them of what they had discovered and the plan.  They spent the next twenty-four hours going over their plan and how they would go about acting like nothing was out of the ordinary for the moment.

A couple of days later Sarah returned home to Los Angeles.  Charlie picked her up at the airport and took her straight to dinner at their favorite, upscale Italian restaurant.  Charlie waited until dessert was served to execute his plan.  He had set it up to be a huge and exciting evening.  As dessert was served, a quartet of violin players accompanied it playing romantic music.  All eyes in the restaurant were focused on them as they approached the table that Charlie and Sarah were sitting at.  The song came to an end after the dessert wine was poured.  Charlie got out of his chair, knelt on one knee beside Sarah, and held up a small box holding an engagement ring.

Sarah, for her part, acted like any young woman that is surprised by a very public proposal.  She let out a squeal of excitement and brought her hands up to cover her mouth.  As she acted like she was ecstatic about the proposal, the only thoughts that were prominent in her mind were how she was going to make this lying piece of shit pay for making her love him and then turning against her.  She promised herself that he would suffer for a long time and make him beg for death many times over before she would allow him to be released from his painful existence. She was so lost in her thoughts that she almost missed his last four words, “Will you Marry Me?”

She sat there for a few moments as if she were shocked, and then jumped over, hugged Charlie, and kissed him over and over again.  She knew she wanted to put on an act that would prevent any doubt that she knew of Charlie’s plans.  It was the hardest thing she’d ever done.  Finally, when she pulled away from the kiss, Charlie asked, “I take it that’s a Yes?”

Sarah nodded her head emphatically as she said, “YES… YES… YES… YES” with a brief kiss in between each yes, acting as if she were overly excited.  The restaurant erupted in applause at the display.  Finally, they both got up and Charlie acted like a proper gentleman and pulled the chair out for Sarah to sit down.  Once she was seated at her place, he sat down and they enjoyed their wonderful desert.  Charlie, I’m sure, was thinking about how he couldn’t wait to put this bitch down and get on with rebuilding the Coch Organization, while at the same time, Sarah was thinking about how she was going to slowly and painfully make him pay.

After they got home from the restaurant, Charlie and Sarah went to her bedroom and fucked.  Sarah had to work hard to keep him from discovering how truly repulsed she was by letting him do anything to her but she knew that if she didn’t put everything she had into it, he would find out that she knew and they would act before they were able to get everything arranged.  Finally, Charlie wore himself out and he rolled over like he was asleep. 

As Sarah rolled over onto her right side, facing away from Charlie, a small tear escaped her eyes.  She truly had loved Charlie and she was feeling that loss.  She had to struggle to keep from breaking into sobs.  She started taking deep breaths to help her keep control of her emotions.

Charlie mistook her deep breaths as Sarah being asleep.  He whispered her name a couple of times to be sure, but Sarah didn’t answer.  She hoped that if he thought she was asleep, he would leave and go back to his room.  After not getting a response, Charlie rolled out of the bed, picked up his clothes, and left the room.

As soon as Charlie had left the room, Sarah started silently sobbing.  Intellectually, she knew she had acted the way she needed to.  But emotionally it was the hardest thing she had, had to do.  She was discovering that when you love someone that much and then find out they have been putting on an act for years, it leaves a terrible hole deep in your soul.  By the time she had gotten control of her tears, ten minutes had elapsed.  She waited a few more to be sure Charlie was gone then she reached for her cell phone that was on the nightstand.  She hit speed dial one and was instantly connected to Aminda. 

Aminda answered with a worried sounding, “Mistress.  We were concerned. Are you okay?”

Sarah smiled as she heard the concern in Aminda’s voice.  She answered, “I’m fine… now.  It was harder than I thought it would be.  So is there anything yet?”

Aminda responded with, “Not yet, Mistress.  Master Sean is monitoring the chat site now.  Five of the hunters have signed in but Charlie hasn’t.  There isn’t any chat going on at all.  They’re just signed in and monitoring. We’ll know if anything happens.  We’re all worried about you Mistress.  Be sure you’re safe.”

A few more minutes passed and then Aminda said with confusion, “Several of them have dropped offline now.  It’s like they were there for something but it didn’t happen.  I’m sorry, Mistress. I wish I could tell you better news.”

“Was there anything unusual that happened while they were online?” Sarah wondered aloud.

There was a pause for a few moments before Aminda answered, “Yes there was.  The chat room box flickered a few times.  Sean says he thinks he knows what happened and has been checking it out.  He says that if it is what he thinks it is, then we’ll know in a few minutes.  I think he’s isolating that chat box for the entire time that it was on.  I’ll let you know when we know something.”  Aminda paused for a bit and then asked, “Was it that bad, Mistress?”

Sarah sighed, “It’s hard to act like you love someone when you know they’re trying to kill you.  If we hadn’t spent the time rehearsing my reactions over and over during the last two days after we found out, I don’t think I could have pulled it off.  I have my bitchpups to thank for that.  You all prepared me very well.  Hold on for a sec.  I hear someone coming down the hall.”

Sarah quickly turned the phone so the lighted face was against the bed, still on so Aminda could hear, and slid it under her pillow just to make sure it couldn’t be seen.  She turned back on her side and faced away from the door and pretended she was asleep.  Just as she turned over, Charlie opened the door and glanced in to check on Sarah.  When he saw her slowly breathing and turned on her side, he quietly whispered, “Sarah, are you awake?”

Sarah stared at the far wall with a tear or two dripping down onto the sheets as she ignored Charlie.  She listened as he said her name again but a little louder and continued acting like she was asleep.  She heard him enter the room quietly and wondered if he was going to kill her now.  She wished she had thought to have suk put a gun under her pillow just in case.  She closed her eyes as she heard the soft sounds of his footsteps at the foot of the bed.  He walked to the side of the bed she was facing, up to where he was right in front of where she would have been looking if she had her eyes open. 

Sarah could feel his presence there and it was all she could do to keep from jumping up and running away.  She just hoped that they hadn’t changed their plans and decided to execute them all tonight.  She felt his breath on her hair just above her ear and just knew in her heart that he was going to kill her then and there.  She was about to jump away when Charlie whispered in her ear, “Are you awake, Sarah?”

Sarah realized that he was just testing to be sure she was asleep.  She was glad she had slipped the phone under the pillow so he wouldn’t see it.  It just looked like her hand was under the pillow from where he could see.  She concentrated on keeping her breathing slow and steady and hoped he would leave soon.  Her wish was granted as Charlie, apparently satisfied she was asleep, turned and quietly left the bedroom.  She listened as the sound of his footsteps on the hardwood floor in the hallway slowly grew quieter until she heard a door close and then the click of a lock.

Sarah took a deep breath to calm her nerves, pulled out her cell and whispered to Aminda, “Charlie just checked to see if I was asleep.  I imagine he’ll be getting online with the hunters now.  Let me know if anything comes up.”

During the whole time Aminda had been listening on the phone, Sean had been checking every way possible to see if they had missed something.  He was concentrating so hard on what he was doing that he was oblivious to Aminda’s conversation with Sarah.  He almost jumped out of his chair when he felt Aminda put her hand on his shoulder.  When he turned towards her, she told him, “Go back to the chat window.  Sarah thinks that Charlie is getting online now.”

Sean quickly minimized the screens he had opened and went back to the chat box. He found that all of the previous participants had come back on.  It wasn’t even a minute later that Charlie signed into the chat room.  He typed in three words, all caps, “GO AS PLANNED.”

As soon as that popped up on the screen, all of the other participants left the chat room as did Charlie.  Aminda saw it and said into her phone, “He came online and told them to go as planned.  We can only assume that they intend to do it at the island like they planned.”

Sarah sighed with relief, hoping that what they knew was accurate.  She was quiet for a few moments as she thought and then said, “Tell everyone that they should take precautions to protect themselves until then just in case.  If Charlie had decided to kill me tonight, he could have done it just now and I couldn’t have stopped him.  I’m going to keep a gun under my pillow until this is over.  I want you all to do the same.  Be sure you don’t give away that we know.  It’s obvious they know we’ve gained access to the computer room so they may just be doing this as a ruse.  Be extra careful not to let any of them find out we have access to their hunter’s page or it could cause them to change their plans. I’m going to have Gar plan a clandestine protection plan for our trip to the island.  With the large group we’ll have, we’ll have to lease a larger yacht any way.  Let me know if anything else happens before you come down for the trip.  We’ll see you all a week from tomorrow.  I want all of you to know how much I love my bitchpups.  I don’t know what I would do without you.”

After that, the next week was uneventful.  They all met at the Docks on the Saturday morning before the Thanksgiving Holiday.  Sarah was there with Charlie, Aminda with her husband, Lisa with her husband, Angie with Jade and her male slave and Michelle arrived alone.  When she arrived without Sean, Charlie asked, “Did you lose Sean?  You two are almost inseparable. I can’t believe that you would go to a celebration like this without him.”

Michelle put on her saddest face as if she really missed him, which she did.  She sighed, forcing herself to tear up and answered, “He had planned on it but there was a major complication with one of the company’s contracts and he had to have an emergency meeting with them to iron out the difficulties. He said he would try to join us later if he could.”

In truth, Sean stayed behind to monitor the communications of the hunt team.  So far everything continued to indicate that the plan hadn’t changed.  He had a few of his most trusted employees with him, all of which had been part of the old computer club at the high school and were extremely loyal to Sarah and the other girls.  They were going over the Organization’s computer hard drives with a fine tooth comb to be sure they hadn’t missed something.  So far, they were coming up blank but after accidently stumbling onto the hunters hidden entry portal, they were trying to make sure there weren’t any other hidden portals. 

Michelle hoped she had put on a good enough act to fool Charlie so that he wouldn’t change the plan.  She watched as he shrugged but didn’t really show any other emotion.  She went with the others to the pier that their leased yacht was docked at.  The crew quickly loaded the luggage as everyone boarded and went to their assigned cabins.  It was all the girls could do to sleep in bed for the entire journey to the island with someone they knew was out to kill them.  The only ones that didn’t have to worry about that was Angie who kept her male slave, the huntsman, in a cage in the middle of the cabin next to her bunk and Michelle who didn’t have anyone with her. 

Fortunately, the voyage to Phantazein Island was uneventful.  Sarah and the girls all acted happy, even though they were worried about something being done while they were at sea.  Sarah was the only one that knew which of the crew of the yacht were also members of their security team and which were actually crew members.  She had met with Gar and the chosen security team on Wednesday.  They were ideal because three of the four were former Navy Seals and the fourth was former Army Special Forces.  Before he had entered the military, he worked a couple of years on a crab boat up in Alaska so he was well trained as a seaman.  Sarah was glad they weren’t needed, but it had provided her and the girls comfort knowing they were there.

When they arrived at the island docks, they were met by Carl and me.  It appeared to be a happy reunion.  They were all carried up to the mansion by horse drawn carriage.  The one carrying Sarah and Charlie was a replica of the Royal Carriage that Princess Diana and Prince Charles rode when they were married.  Once they had all arrived at the mansion, and safely inside, I knelt down next to Carl and addressed Sarah saying, “Mistress, I am happy to say that everything has been arranged as you requested.  Our Thanksgiving meal will be recorded.  Sam was gracious enough to arrange things for us as we requested.  Alfred also knows how special this occasion is for us and is making sure the staff is all prepared for everything as you requested.  I hope this meets with your satisfaction.”

Sarah and the bitchpups were the only ones that knew that what I had told them was the fact that their plan for Charlie and their huntsmen was in place and all were prepared to see it through.  Charlie and the others thought that all they were talking about was that the dinner and engagement party preparations were all done and ready. 

The next couple of days were filled with preparations by the staff while Carl and I showed them all of the changes we had made since the last time they had been to the island.

Finally Thanksgiving Day arrived and they all met in the sitting room next to the dining room for some cocktails.  As they entered the room, they noticed the two cameramen there to catch the whole thing on video.  Sarah was keeping a close eye on Charlie as they entered the sitting room and saw him give a slight nod to the two cameramen.  She didn’t know exactly when the huntsmen would act but she knew they would wait until we were all together.  That was why Carl and I weren’t going to show up until it was time for dinner. 

While they were standing around and chatting with each other as they waited, Alfred took everyone’s drink order and brought them to everyone personally.  Normally, one of the waiting staff would have done this job but with everything at stake, he wanted to make sure that everything went off perfectly.  He watched as everyone drank their drinks and it wasn’t until they had finished off their first drink and had gotten their refill that he reached into his pocket and pushed a button on a small transmitter.

Carl and I had been in our room waiting for the signal from Alfred.  As soon as we received it, we kissed each other for luck and left to join the group as planned.  We entered the sitting room and were handed our preferred drink by a waiter just as Alfred announced, “Dinner is served.”

Carl and I led the way as they all took their seats at the dining room table.  We had all discussed the protocol for this dinner and had decided that we would do it as if it was a dinner for a dignitary instead of eating the way we normally did with mistress and master at the table and slaves kneeling on the floor beside them.  I was at one end of the table and Carl was at the other.  All of the others were seated along the sides of the table. The cameramen had taken up positions at the end closest to Michelle and me which didn’t surprise anyone as all of the others were sitting by their intended victim.

Immediately after everyone sat down, the wait staff immediately came in with plates of appetizers for everyone and served each of the guests.  It had been planned this way to make sure that there was no lull for the huntsmen to take advantage of.  After the appetizers had been served, two of the waiters stayed in the room and positioned themselves near the two cameramen.

Charlie had planned on executing the attack during the time before dinner was served.  The sign for his team to act was when he stood up to announce the engagement.  He hadn’t expected a waiter to come in carrying plates for each of the couples as soon as they sat down.  It was just too many people in the room for them to execute their plan safely.  He couldn’t really do that until there was a lull in the activity. He hoped he could do it as they ate the appetizers.  His hopes were dashed when he saw that two waiters stayed in the room.

As we began to eat our appetizers and chat, Charlie began to feel a bit light headed.  It had been almost fifteen minutes since they had all been served their first drinks by Alfred in the sitting room. He just figured that he was coming down with something.  His fellow huntsmen, except for the cameramen, were feeling the same way as well. 

Charlie started feeling even worse as he waited for the last two waiters to leave.  He had been hoping and waiting for the last two waiters to leave before he gave the signal but it was obvious they weren’t going to.  He had been so focused on executing their plan that he didn’t realize he had been drugged at first.  As his light headedness continued to get worse, he finally realized he had been drugged and decided that he would have to act now or never.  He pushed back away from the table to stand up. As he did, the waiters quickly moved silently towards the cameramen. 

Charlie stood up to make the announcement but only got halfway up before he passed out.  As he fell to the floor, the other huntsmen also passed out and fell face first onto the table.  The waiters both had Tasers and put them against the two cameramen’s necks as Charlie fell to the floor.  It was all over before it started. 

As soon as the huntsmen were subdued, the island security force immediately came in and arrested them.  As they took them down to the mansion dungeons, Sarah looked at me and said, “Well done doggyslut.  You and Carl had everything set up just right.  Do you have the brainwashing suits that I sent to you?”

I smiled and answered, “Yes Mistress.  Mistress Heather is down in the dungeons waiting for the huntsmen.  She will make sure that they will be stripped and put in the suits immediately for the brainwashing to start.  She recommended that we keep it simple so that it doesn’t take too long.  They are only going to be made to always tell the truth and prevented from taking any action against us.  They will still be who they are and act as they would otherwise. They just won’t be able to follow through with acting out their thoughts.  All of their memories will be left unaffected. It will take about four days.  We only have three suits for six people and it takes two days to complete the simple program we put in.  The ones not being brainwashed will be kept sedated until we can complete their time in the suit.  We actually tested it on a thief and it worked like a charm.  We would like to keep one of the suits here and use it on all of our suspected criminals.  I think it is very useful to keep people from lying about what they did.  That is, of course, if it is okay with you Mistress.”

“That sounds fine.  Now why don’t we sit and enjoy this wonderful meal that has been prepared for us?  I can’t wait to see and taste your chefs’ version of Thanksgiving dinner.” Sarah said.

They all enjoyed a wonderful meal.  They were much more relaxed now that the huntsmen had been thwarted and apprehended.  They all had a fun time.  Immediately after dinner, Michelle called Sean and told him that everything went according to plan.  He also informed them that they had yet to find any other hidden portals within the organization computer but still had about a third of the database to go through.  She thanked him for his information and told him she loved him before hanging up.  She immediately informed Sarah of Sean’s current assessment. 

It was a week later that the trial was held on the island.  All six huntsmen were tried together.  They were assigned an island defense lawyer who would provide evidence supporting their story. Most of it was useless information and proven a lie when they were asked if it was true or not on the stand.  Ed was the prosecuting attorney and Judge Braxton was the presiding judge.  During the trial, the prosecution’s case provided the printed chats of the defendants planning the assassinations and overthrow of the island.  Carl had been able to take Charlie’s laptop and pull up all of the incriminating evidence there as well and brought it all to Ed as evidence for the trial which was why it was delayed a week.  All of the perpetrators were called up to the stand, asked the proper questions and admitted whom they were supposed to kill. They also explained that the ultimate goal after assassinating the escaped organization slaves was to take over Phantazein Island. 

The defense, of course, protested and tried to have the evidence thrown out.  There wasn’t anything he could really use to argue against the evidence but he tried.  The trial lasted all of one day and the verdict was a unanimous guilty verdict.  Since all of the normal reviewers of the case had already seen the evidence, there was no appeal. 

The day after the trial, Charlie and his henchmen were forced to drink large quantities of water after midnight.  At first light, they were taken from their cells and stripped naked.  They had heavy steel collars put around their necks.  Their wrists were cuffed behind them with heavy steel shackles and the cuffs were attached to a chain locked tightly around their waist.  Their ankles were cuffed with heavy steel shackles and chained together with a two-foot chain. They were each chained to each other from collar to collar.  Finally they were led to a wagon pulled by six pony boys.  The rest loaded up into the pony girl carriages in front of the wagon.  Each carriage could carry four people besides the driver.  They were each pulled by a team of six pony girls, all of whom looked virtually identical.  You had to really look close to determine that in fact each pony girl in the team was different.  They had been chosen for their team because of how closely they resembled each other. Some minor plastic surgery made them even closer in looks, all done voluntarily by the pony girls which were living out their greatest fantasy.

The procession made their way to the open area where meetings, feasts and other events for island residents only were held that needed to be away from guests’ eyes.  It was well isolated from any area that an island guest would normally be in.  No island guest was allowed in this area and for this event, extra security was in place to prevent any accidental visits by any.  The prisoners all had to shuffle with short, quick steps to keep up with the pony wagon.  It added to their exhaustion from lack of sleep since they were hobbled by the chains and connected to one another.  If one of them fell, the wagon wouldn’t stop to let them get up.  They were well aware that they were going to their deaths.  They just didn’t know what that would entail.

To give a special incentive to guests to stay at the resort, we had a feast and special activities going on there to keep the guests on the opposite side of the island.  No fantasies were being conducted for guests during that day because of the execution.  We actually had a world renowned magician performing there.  He visits the island a couple of times a year as a guest and received two free visits in exchange for him to come and perform his act. The fantasy he would get while here this time didn’t count.  We also brought in an acrobatic act from China to perform for the guests. 

When we arrived at the execution site, the prisoners were disconnected one by one from the wagon and led to what looked like an elevated gallows with six ropes hanging from it equidistance apart.  Each of the condemned were led up to a position with Charlie in the center and hung by their manacled wrists.  There were heavy steel rings in the platform halfway between each torture station.  Each condemned prisoner’s feet were spread and chained by the steel shackle on their ankles to the heavy steel ring. Their feet were less than a foot apart from each other but their legs were spread so wide that every bit of their body was accessible.  Finally the steel collar was removed.

When all of the prisoners were prepared, the guards that had chained them stepped down from the platform. Judge Braxton stepped up to the microphone on the left front corner of the platform.  He pulled out a rolled up document that looked like one from olden times when the town crier would go around announcing edicts from the king in England.  He started out by saying, “The following named individuals have been tried in a court of legal standing of the sovereign nation of Phantazein Island.  They have all been found guilty by a jury of their peers of six counts of conspiracy to commit murder, one count of conspiracy to assassinate the President of Phantazein Island, Karen Bertinelli and Treason for Conspiring to overthrow the lawful and elected government of Phantazein Island and impose the rule of the Coch Organization, an organization that has been declared by the elected officials of this island to be an enemy of all of the free people of Phantazein Island. Since the crimes these prisoners committed would have affected every citizen of the island, the verdict that has been imposed is that they will be tortured by their intended victims first. They will then be made available to the citizens to whip and torture until they are dead as they too were intended victims of their dire plot. It is the direction of this court, that no one citizen may do more than one thing to a prisoner since there are many who desire to exact justice on these criminals.  All wishing to participate need to check in with one of the guards at either access point to the gallows when it is announced. The names of the condemned prisoners are Charlie Kellerman, the leader of the group and his coconspirators……”  He went on to read the rest of the names of the hunt team led by Charlie.  Once he finished reading the edict, he took the steps down off of the platform and walked up to where Carl and I were sitting.  He handed Carl the scroll and then took his seat to witness the torture and execution.

As president of the island, I was the first to conduct the torture.  I had told Sarah that I would gladly let her do Charlie first but that because the plan was to kill two of my daughters, me and overthrow the government of the island that I created, that I would love the honor of doing Charlie.  On top of that, I could set the example for the others to follow if they so desired.  Sarah had graciously agreed with the one proviso that I make it as painful and excruciating as possible. Sarah would take one of the cameramen and Michelle the other. 

I got up and went to the platform.  I had thought about all of the things I had witnessed or participated in as doggyslut while a slave of the organization.  I had made a list of things I would do to him and handed the list to Alfred for him to read. 

The first torture was penis torture by acid and heat.  I went up to the table behind the condemned prisoners and picked up a cock ring.  I walked in front of Charlie and stopped.  I leaned down and put the cock ring at the base of his cock.  It was a small ring and was a snug fit, even on his soft cock.  I stood up and looked him in the eye as I reached down and started masturbating his soft cock. As I pumped his cock to cause it to harden, I told Charlie, “You stole my daughter’s heart and acted like her lover for no other reason than to get to me, my daughters, and their friends.  For over ten years, you’ve acted like her lover, knowing that you would betray the love she had for you.  That is every bit as cruel emotionally as what I’m going to do to you physically.  She will carry those scars for the rest of her life, for years to come.  Unfortunately, you will not survive the day.  If it was up to me, I would keep you in the dungeons and torture you unmercifully for as long as I can, but the laws of the island forbid it.  Now the first thing I’m going to do to you is ruin this little thing you love so much.  I’m going to inject acid into your urethra so it can slowly eat away at the insides of your cock, causing you extreme pain.  The acid will cause swelling that will close off the entire urethra along the length of your cock.  All of that water you were forced to drink after midnight will have no place to go.  As time goes on and the urine fills up your bladder, it will become extremely painful and may even rupture. Now the heat part of the torture, I’m going to put a metal sheath around your cock.  It is currently over there in the hot coals in that brazier heating up.  You see those handles sticking up that look like the end of malformed blacksmith’s clamps?  The end of those is curved to form a nice small tube about an inch and a half in diameter and six inches long.  I chose that size just for you.  My dear daughter phoned me a week ago and told me the size of your cock so I had one of my blacksmiths make it just for you.  Once it is closed on your cock, the handles can be locked together so that it can’t be removed.  I hope you enjoy the first of your many tortures at my hand. Oh, and don’t worry about passing out.  That shot you were given before you left your cell was a shot of adrenalin.  It will keep you awake, and if it doesn’t, we’ll wake you up, don’t you worry.”

By the time I was finished, Charlie’s cock was rock hard and the cock ring prevented it from softening until it was removed.  I lifted the syringe with the acid that I had been holding in my free hand up in front of Charlie’s eyes.  It wasn’t a large syringe.  It only held 50 cc of liquid.  The needle on the syringe was seven inches long so it wouldn’t go any further in than the length of his hard cock.  The tip of the needle was rounded off, though it did have some small burrs intentionally put on the end to cause some damage and pain as it went in.  I put the tip of the needle at his piss hole and began quickly pushing it in.  I didn’t try to be careful.  I was trying to cause pain as she pushed it the full seven inches in.  Charlie screamed and cried like a baby as she pushed the needle in.  He screamed even louder as I began to inject the acid and slowly pull the needle out as I emptied the syringe along the entire length of the urethra within his cock.  All of his fellow huntsmen were staring in fear at what was being done to their leader, knowing that they would be next.

Once I was finished emptying the syringe, I put it back on the implement table at the back of the platform.  I went to the brazier at the front of the platform and picked up the cock torture device and pulled it out of the coals.  It was red hot.  I walked back to Charlie and watched the fear in his eyes as I brought the red-hot device up in front of his face. I lined it up with his hard cock and closed the red hot halves of the sheath around it.  Charlie’s screams from the hideous pain as the first few layers of his cock were essentially burned away and the interior of his cock was essentially cooked, carried over the whole crowd of hundreds of island citizens.  I locked the handles of the iron and dropped them which added even more pain as it fell and swung back and forth.  It actually slipped a bit, pulling the first few layers of skin and tissue beneath off just in front of the cock ring, exposing a small band of raw penile muscle. Charlie would have started begging for death if he could have gotten his breath.

I went back to the table and picked up a box of long needles.  The tips of the needles had all been slightly dulled so they would cause more pain.  I knelt down behind Charlie and reached forward to grab his balls.  I picked up one of the needles out of the box and, while holding his left ball with my left hand, pushed the needle through from front to back, piercing through the heart of his baby juice maker.  I made sure I wiggled the needle as I pushed it through so it would cause more pain.  Charlie’s screams, which had been starting to quiet down, regained their previous intensity.  I repeated the action with his right ball with the same results.  I continued pushing pins through his balls until each one had received a dozen each. As the last part of his penis torture, I took a half dozen of the needles and began pushing them through the head of his dick that was still exposed. The crowd cheered as Charlie screamed and shook.  The loudest scream I got from him was with the pin that I heated in the brazier and then pushed strait into his cock so that it went the entire length of his cock.

I went back to the table and picked up a large ten inch dildo that was two inches in diameter.  As I did, Alfred announced the next torture to the crowd.  I took the dildo which was lined with metal studs that stuck out another eighth of an inch along its length.  It also had a hole along the center from tip to base.  I held it up in front of the now whimpering leader of the huntsmen and said, “This little thing is going up your ass.  It has two purposes actually.  The first is to shock you frequently.  There are batteries inside that power it and the electrical charge it will release within your ass is about the same as a cattle prod.  Now the hole in the center is so I can attach a nice enema hose.  There is no set amount of enema we are going to fill you with.  The hose will allow a steady but slow trickle of a special liquid that causes muscles to constrict.  As your intestines slowly expand as they fill up, you will cramp severely.  It will continue until such time as your torture is over.  The flow is designed to be able to go for hours. The liquid is a little something that Michelle found in the Coch mansion dungeon and had Sean bring to us.  All of us but Sarah have experienced the devious torture of this method and I can tell you that it is excruciating.”

I went behind Charlie, widened his butt cheeks with one hand, and started working the monster dildo into his ass.  At first, Charlie just groaned from the pain.  Once the dildo was in far enough for the small spikes to start going in, he really started screaming again as I had to use considerable strength to force them into his ass. I didn’t stop until the dildo was fully seated.  Once the dildo was in, I reached up to the tube that was hanging from the wooden beam above them and pulled it down.  I put the end in the hole at the base of the dildo and pushed it in until it was fully seated.  I turned the shocking function of the dildo on at its highest setting. Last I turned the spigot to the on position to start the flow of the fluid.

I returned to the table and picked up a tit puller.  Alfred announced the next torture as she returned to Charlie. It was wonderful to see the fear in his eyes as he listened to the torture he was about to endure.  I aligned the nipple clamps with his nipples and then screwed them closed.  The clamps were designed to hold the entire nipple. As it closed around the nub of the nipple, it had teeth all around the inside edge that pierced into its flesh.  Once the clamps were tightened on each of the nipples, I tightened the clamp onto the horizontal cross bar so they would stay at the proper distance apart.  I then began to screw in the long screw in the center of the cross bar.  At the base of the screw was a round flat piece of metal that pressed against his chest once it was screwed in far enough.  Of course it had quarter inch pins that would penetrate his chest as pressure was put on the small plate by the screw.  As I continued to rotate the screw, it began to pull the bar the nipple clamps were attached to away from his chest, pulling the nipples farther and farther out.  It was only able to pull his nips out about three inches before drops of blood began to ooze out of the clamps.  I stopped there.  I picked up the box of pins and proceeded to push pin after pin into the base of his nipples and the pulled out flesh below them. 

The entire time I was working on his man tits, Charlie would scream each time the dildo shocked him and each time I pushed a pin into his tender flesh.  On top of that, the acid was causing increasing damage to his still erect and burning cock and the fluid flowing into his intestines was starting to really cause his stomach to cramp intensely.  If he hadn’t been chained up, he would have been on the ground curled up in a fetal position from the pain.  He also would have passed out long ago, if it hadn’t been for the shot of adrenalin.  The drug would last for twelve hours so it would last until their death, whenever that occurred.

I picked up a tongue extender as Alfred announced the next torture.  I walked back until I was standing in front of Charlie.  His voice was long gone.  He had been screaming for so long and so loud that no sound was being produced anymore.  His mouth was wide open though, as he tried to scream from the pain each time he was shocked by the dildo in his ass, a shock that was gradually carried deeper and deeper into his intestines by the increasing amount of fluid.  I strapped the tongue extender to his head and lined the working end over his mouth.  The next time he screamed, I quickly inserted the levered end of the extender into his mouth with one side under his tongue and the other on top.  The two flat pieces of metal were only an inch square but they had quarter inch spikes all over the inner surface.  Once I couldn’t force the device any farther into his mouth, I hit the release button and the two blades closed down on his tongue. The pain he felt was evident in his eyes as he inhaled deeply and tried screaming again.  I tightened the straps and then began to twist the handle to pull his tongue out of his mouth.  As I did, I said, “I chose this device because of all the lies you told us over the years, especially the big one about loving Sarah and wanting to marry her just so you could get us together and kill us.  This is just the start because I’ve got more pins for that lying tongue of yours.  That’s where the rest of them go.  After this, I’m going to let you suffer while the others do the same to your partners in crime. Then we turn you over to the citizens of this island.  I can assure you that they have no love of the organization.  Just the fact that you are a member is reason enough for them to show you no mercy.  They lived for years under the thumb of your organization and now after ten plus years of freedom, they have no desire to go back.  I’m afraid that your day of pain has just begun.”

Once the strap of the tongue extender was tightened, I picked up the box of needles and began to push the remaining fifteen needles through his tongue.  I made sure I caused as much pain as I possibly could as I did. I pushed several pins lengthwise into his tongue so that the needle was totally imbedded in the flesh instead of going through.  Once I had pushed the last pin in, I bent down and released the catch on the now cool cock iron and opened it.  As I pulled it open, bits of flesh that had been baked to the iron came with it, eliciting even more pain on Charlie.

I took a moment to clean up my area of the table.  As I did, Alfred announced that the first part of the leader of the assassins’ torture was finished and they would be starting the others shortly.  When I finished cleaning and straightening out the equipment, I turned to leave the platform.  Before I left, I took the enema tube and moved it to the side so that it wouldn’t prevent anyone from whipping his back.  Then I took a final length of wire that connected to a metal stud in the base of the dildo and attached it to the metal tongue extender.  Now he would feel shocks in his tongue until he died from his tortures which hopefully would be a long time coming. When everything was in place, I returned to my witness seat on the dignitary stand.  The crowd cheered as I left the platform. 

Aminda left the dignitary witness stand and went up to the gallows platform.  She stopped in front of the man that she loved and had thought loved her in return.  Just like Sarah, she felt an emotional betrayal that hurt her almost as much as when she found out her parents were going to turn her into a sex slave.  She still loved him, just like she loved her parents.  But, just like she could never forgive her parents for the hell they had put her through, she could not forgive the man who stole her heart through deception so he could kill her.  All of these huntsmen had managed to escape the background checks they had done on anyone they were serious about.  If she had known he even had a passing connection with the Coch Organization, she would have never even dated him.  They had hidden their true identity very well. 

Aminda stood in front of her husband and lifted her hand up to gently caress his left cheek.  If he hadn’t been filled with so much fear, he would have enjoyed the caress.  As she caressed his cheek, she said lovingly, “I want you to know that I truly did love you.  I would have done anything for you.  But for you, it was all a LIE!”  She said the last sentence with anger, pulled her right hand back and slapped him with all of her strength on the same cheek.  It was a hard enough slap to cause him to jerk his head in that direction.  A red handprint quickly appeared on his cheek.

Aminda went back to the table and picked up the cock ring and syringe.  When she returned, she placed the slightly larger cock ring, specifically made for his cock, at the base.  She reached down and started caressing his balls with her right hand.  As she gently caressed his balls, she said, “You may think you have destroyed or damaged me psychologically by what you did but I want you to know that my parents’ betrayal and my years at Clearview have made it impossible to damage that part of me anymore.  I want you to know that even though I love you and will miss you, I am going to give you more pain than you can stand.  I will sadly watch as you are tortured to death by the great citizens of this island but I will not shed a tear.  All of the people I loved in my life have betrayed me and inflicted great pain on me.  All except my Michelle!  They have all made me incapable of crying over you my husband.  Besides, I still have my Mistress and my true love.  I know she’ll never stop loving me.  She and I have a connection and love that no one can ever break.  It is a love that was forged through the most nightmarish tortures that could be devised by the masters and mistresses of Clearview.  I will always have her and she will always have me.  Now I’m going to give you one last sample of your favorite skill that I have before I ruin you forever.”

Aminda knelt down in perfect slave’s position in front of her husband and took his ten inch long by three inch cock into her mouth.  It had almost been fully hard by her caressing his balls but the moment her mouth covered the end of his cock, it quickly swelled to its full hardness.  As soon as it was at its hardest, she slowly pushed the cock completely down her throat until her nose was pressed into his pubic hair.  She swallowed a few times and got a groan of pleasure from him as she did.  When she was getting short of breath, she clamped her teeth down hard and pulled back off of his cock.  Her teeth were clenched around his cock so hard that as she pulled back, she scraped skin off of both the top and bottom of his long shaft and the helmet of his cock.  As she did, she grabbed one of his balls in each hand and squeezed as hard as she could, trying her best to rupture them.  She was disappointed that she wasn’t strong enough to rupture his balls but she took great satisfaction at hearing his screams of agony as she scraped her teeth along his shaft and squeezed his balls.  The crowd cheered in response.

Finally, Aminda stood up and looked up into her husband’s agonized face.  She swirled her tongue around her mouth to get all of the blood and skin off her teeth and then spit it out, covering his face with specks of blood and skin.  She wiped her mouth off with her forearm and then put an evil grin on her face and said, “Now for the real torture.”

She picked up the syringe that she had set down on the platform, lined the ten inch needle with his piss hole, and roughly pushed it all the way in.  She emptied the acid in the glass cylinder of the syringe into his piss tube as she slowly pulled the needle out.  She went over to the brazier and pulled the ten inch iron cock sheath out by the handles, locking it onto his cock like I had done to Charlie.  He screamed loud and long, interrupted only for mere moments as he took a breath when he ran out of air.  She waited until the screams began to quiet down, then proceeded to do everything to him that I did to Charlie.  By the time she was done, he was hanging completely limp in his chains.  He had no strength to hold himself up any more. 

After Aminda cleaned everything up, removed the cock iron and put it back in the brazier, she stepped back in front of him.  She lifted his head up by the chin until he was looking in her eyes.  She could see the agony in them as she reached down.  As she grabbed, squeezed and jacked off his burnt cock she said, “I am going to miss this thing.  It was wonderful and gave me a lot of pleasure.”

Her husband screamed around the tongue extender and needles in his tongue as she did.  Aminda went up on her tip toes and gave him a peck on both cheeks, followed by a whisper in his ear, “I want you to know that I am pregnant with your child.  He will grow up never knowing how cruel his father was.  He will be raised as a slave so he can never hurt a woman like you’ve hurt me.  He will never be allowed to have children.  He will be raised as a little girl and treated like a little girl his entire life.  He will grow up craving to be molested by women.  When he is old enough, we will have him get artificial tits so he looks like the girl we will raise him to be.”

Aminda turned and walked off of the platform to the cheers of the crowd.  A tear actually escaped her husband’s eyes at what she had told him she would do to his son.  He had always dreamed of raising a boy and doing things with him that fathers do with their sons, like playing catch with a baseball, teaching him to ride his bike, and teaching him how to dominate women.  Unknown to him, Aminda wasn’t really pregnant.  She just made up the story to hurt him psychologically like he had done to her.  She wanted his last thoughts to be about how his son would pay for his actions.  When she sat down in her seat, she looked at him and was close enough to see the tears streaming down his cheeks.  She smiled at him, knowing she got him right where it really hurt, emotionally. 

The rest of the bitchpups tortured their respective prisoner as I did.  The crowd cheered as each one of them finished.  When Sarah finished with her prisoner and all of the dignitaries were seated, Judge Braxton stepped up to the microphone and announced, “The prisoners are now turned over to the citizens of this great country.  The implements that you may use are on the tables behind each prisoner.  Each of you wishing to participate, just line up at either end of the gallows, tell the guard and he will explain the rules to you.  You may torture each prisoner one time within those limits.  The prisoners will be tortured until dead or until three this afternoon.  At that time, the executioner will put any prisoner that is still alive to death.  There will be a feast provided at the celebration conclave at five this evening. The time is now yours.”

The judge stepped down from the platform and returned to his chair on the dignitary platform.  After he sat down, he lifted his robe and made his slave, Kathy Kreshman crawl under his robes to suck him while he watched the prisoners being tortured. 

For the next few hours, they watched as the prisoners were whipped, caned and shocked.  Each citizen was allowed to whip, cane, or shock each prisoner five times for their single time with each prisoner.  By themselves, each session was not too severe and would have been easily survivable.  But after what they had already been put through and the accumulation of punishment, their bodies gradually began to give out.  Angie’s slave was the first to give out and die.  It was shortly after noon when that happened.  There was a pause in the action as the executioner released him from his chains and removed all of the torture devices.  He removed him from the gallows with the help of the guards.  The dead body was loaded onto the wagon the prisoners had followed down to the gallows.  The torture continued and four more of the prisoners died from the torture before the time was ended.  Charlie was the only one remaining alive at the end but he was incoherent.

The executioner stepped up to the prisoner and checked his pulse by putting his finger against his carotid artery.  He looked over to me for approval to finish the execution.  I gave him a nod of my head to indicate the prisoner was to be executed.  The executioner went back to the table and picked up a rope with a hangman’s noose already tied in one end.  He threw the noose end of the rope over the cross beam of the gallows above Charlie.  He pulled the noose down and it was just long enough to barely fit under the prisoner’s chin.  The executioner tightened the knot against the back of his neck and then proceeded to release his shackled wrists followed by his ankles.  Charlie hung there by his neck, choking and gradually suffocating.  He was too weak to put his feet under him to support himself and ease the tension but he could get enough support at key times so that he didn’t strangle.  The executioner went to the back right corner of the gallows platform and grabbed a lever.  He pulled the lever back and released a trap door that Charlie had been standing on.  Charlie fell a few inches, not enough to break his neck but enough to put his full weight on the rope and cause the noose to tighten and strangle him.  Over the next few minutes, Charlie’s body struggled and jerked as it used up the last of its energy reserves.  Finally, his body stilled and the executioner checked for a pulse in the prisoner.  He announced that the last prisoner was in fact dead. 

The dignitaries left the witness stand and returned to the mansion.  They would not participate in the island feast.  It was a time for them to comfort each other from a shared pain, a pain that was a long time in coming but one that wouldn’t happen again.  They had learned through their interrogation that Charlie and his team were the last of the hunt teams and if they failed, the organization would not be able to be reformed as they would have no confirmation that it was safe to do so.  Around dinner time, Alfred came in and announced that dinner was served.  They all gathered around the dining room table and sat down.  Their dinner was a simple soup and salad.  After they had finished eating, they began chatting.  Finally Sarah asked, “What will be done with the bodies Carl?”

Carl answered, “The law states that all condemned prisoners will be buried at sea so that the fish can feed on their worthless carcasses.  For the island citizens, they may elect to be buried at sea, cremated on a burning raft as the past president was or to have their bodies embalmed and returned to a country of their request to be buried.  No burials are allowed on the island.  We don’t have room here for that.

Carl paused for a moment and looked at me as I nodded my head.  He turned back to Sarah and said, “Karen and doggyslut have a request to make but before she does we need you to know something.  After our wedding, the two personas that were Karen and doggyslut merged.  Karen decided to accept her submissive nature that had been brutally tortured into her very being.  She realized that she can be both the strong Karen Miller and the submissive sex slave doggyslut.  She and I have come to relish this new Karen.  She has asked to make a special request of you and as her master, I agree with her request and desire for you to grant it to her.  I will let her make the request herself.”

I got up out of her chair and walked over to Sarah and knelt beside her chair facing towards her.  I kept my eyes cast down to the ground as I took Sarah’s hand, kissed it and then hugged it to my cheek.  I took a deep breath to calm my nerves, sighed and then made my request, “Mistress, you have been so gracious as to allow this unworthy slave to have another master after you, someone I love and want to give my whole heart to. Unfortunately, I am not allowed to do that as you are my primary owner and I know that at any time, you can command me to sever my relationship with my beloved master.  I have stayed with you and taught you how to be both a strong and caring woman, a Domme, and a professional business woman.  You have created your own group that is a caring group of Dominants and submissives. It gives us submissives and slaves a place to belong and have support from like-minded people.  I beg you to release me from my obligation to you as a slave and allow me to become fully committed to my lover and owner of my heart, Master Carl.”

Sarah had tears in her eyes.  She knew that she loved me as much as she loved her own parents.  I had been there as long as she could remember.  She thought of all of the slaves she owned.  She realized that as president of the Warren Group, she still in essence had indirect ownership of all members of the group, whether they were master, mistress or slave.  She did miss having the old me, her nanny and confidant, to talk to at times like she did before everything started with the organization.  She realized also that the reason she didn’t do well in schools before then was because needed the challenges and opportunities to bring out her dominant side that the situation they found themselves in provided her.  She knew that she wouldn’t have been successful at much of anything and would have probably continued down a destructive path if they had never seen that image of Michelle on the news.  Though trying and painful, she came out the other side of that calamity a changed girl.  She learned to love, to dominate and most importantly, to care and it was all because of Karen/doggyslut.

I held Sarah’s hand to her cheek in a loving manner.  As the time went on and on without an answer, I just knew that my mistress wasn’t going to release me.  Tears started streaming down my cheeks from what I thought was my failure to get her approval to love Carl wholly.

It wasn’t until Sarah felt the wetness of my tears on her hand that she pulled it away.  She reached down and lifted me up by my chin until I was looking in her eyes.  She could see a forlorn sadness there and it broke her heart to see me like that. She gently wiped away my tears and then said, “You have been there for me through my whole life.  You gave birth to me, helped raise me, and when all hell broke loose, you were still there for me and helped me come to grips with my dominant side that was causing me to head in a downward spiral. You gave me courage and drive enough to overcome my injuries from the first attack from the organization.  You taught me how to plan and organize my thoughts and plans.  You helped me to develop a loving relationship with my parents that I never even dreamed I would have before it was too late.  On top of that you have given me your very freedom, your body, and your soul.  You taught me so many things because you were never selfish and always loving, even when I didn’t deserve that love or give it back.  The only way I can reward you now is to be unselfish and give you your request.  I hereby release you as my slave and allow you to give all that you are to Master Carl, the true love of your heart.  From now on, for me you are Karen Miller my mother, my nanny, my most trusted advisor.  I will never release you from that responsibility as I don’t think I could survive without you in my life.  I have lost all of the other people that I have loved as family and it would break my heart if I were to lose you too. Please stand up and give me a hug and kiss like you did when I was a child.  I need that right now.”

I stood up and held my arms out toward Sarah.  Sarah got up and walked up to me and wrapped her arms around me as I wrapped mine around her.  All of the tension and all of the events of the past few years finally caught up to her and she cried.   She sobbed onto my shoulder as she let everything out that she had been bottling up since she found out her love was out to kill her.  It was magnified by all of the terror we had lived under for so many years, a terror that was almost over.  She cried for a long time and Aminda, Michelle, Lisa and Angie all got up, joined in a group hug, and cried with us.

The emotion in the room was sad and palpable for almost an hour afterwards as we let out all of our grief together from the shared horrors.  After we finally got control of ourselves, we sat down.  Alfred went around the room and handed each of us a warm damp rag and a handkerchief to clean our faces and blow our noses.  As we did he left and returned with our favorite drink and set it in front of us.  We were still trying to recover so Carl thanked him for his wise and loyal service.

Finally, we were ready to get down to business and discuss the fate of the remaining organization members.  We all knew that there was no way we could trust any of the masters and mistresses now.  We decided we would also have to be extra careful with the slaves as well.  After much discussion, we came up with a plan of action.

All former slaves of the Coch Organization were to be automatically accepted into the Warren Group and inducted after they have undergone extreme loyalty conditioning and conditioning to confess their true nature and any crimes they may have committed or were to commit at the order of their master or mistress.  Masters and Mistresses would be fully investigated.  They would receive a free fantasy vacation at Phantazein Island to entice them there. Once there, they would be drugged with a spiked sample bottle of the island wine to incapacitate them.  Their slaves would be freed and conditioned as planned, while the master or mistress would undergo intense conditioning to reveal all crimes they may have committed and any secret orders they may have been given by the organization for retribution on any former member of the Coch Organization or members of the Warren Group.  Once conditioned to reveal the truth, any crimes they have confessed to having committed will result in them being turned over to the authorities of their country of origin with evidence of their crimes.  For those countries that couldn’t be trusted to prosecute the criminals, the master or mistress would be turned into a person that craved only to have sex with animals in public, ensuring that in most countries they would end up being arrested and tried.  Any member who was free of criminal wrong doing would undergo intense aversion conditioning to anything to do with the Coch Organization that made them believe that the Coch Organization had taken over their lives. Then before they were allowed to return to their country, they would receive conditioning that made them believe they had a wonderful vacation at the island. 

Finally, after several hours of talking and planning, we had recovered enough that we all wanted to have a little fun to end the long day. It was Sarah that stood up and announced, “Since most of us have lost our significant others I would like to propose that we all adjourn to the orgy room.  I don’t want anyone but family to join us. That includes both you Carl, and Sean. If it wasn’t for you two, we wouldn’t be here now and I think that we would all like to show you our appreciation in our own way.”

After she said that, we all stood up and Carl took me by my hand and led me to Sarah. He took her in his other hand and started walking out the door.  As we walked, I whispered to my master that I wanted him to make love to Sarah first.  She had never had the pleasure of making love to my dear husband and Master.  I wanted her to know how good he was at making love.  He doesn’t just fuck you. He takes you to the heights of pleasure and then keeps you there for ages.  It always seems to me to be four hours, but I’m so out of it by the time he’s done that I never know.

We all arrived in the orgy room, which was basically a large room with small alcoves built around the outer edges of the room. The floor was essentially a custom-made mattress that covered the entire floor.

We went to the center of the room and Carl gave me a long searing kiss that took my breath away.  After that kiss, he turned to Sarah and gently took her in his arms and hugged her lovingly as he kissed her as well.  He spent much longer kissing her than he had me. As he kissed her, he gradually started to caress her tits through her toga she had been wearing all day.  As he did, I quietly took off my toga, folded it neatly, and put it on a table in one of the alcoves. 

As I returned to my Master and daughter, he unbuttoned the single button on her right shoulder that held the designer toga up.  It slipped down to reveal Sarah’s perfect body.  He stood back and looked at her with loving admiration that was palpable.  He finally leaned in, took her right nipple into his mouth, and began to suck and nibble on it. I heard her moan in pleasure as her hands went up to his head to pull it to her tits. 

I looked over at Aminda and Michelle and they were both attacking Sean with a passion.  They already had him naked and Aminda was sucking him, taking his ten inch cock all the way down her throat, as Michelle sat on his face as her master ate her out.  When I looked back at Carl and Sarah, she had turned her head to face me and was holding her hand out towards me.  I walked up to her as I saw out of the corner of my eye, Lisa and Angie going at each other with a passion.

As soon as I was close enough to Sarah, she reached out and pulled me in for a deep and loving kiss.  We swapped spit for several minutes until she pulled back and began to push my head down to the tit that Carl was massaging with his hand as he sucked on the other.  As soon as he felt me kiss his hand, he moved it away and we both hungrily and passionately made oral love to Sarah’s perfect tits.

Sarah finally had enough and pulled us both away from her tits. We both turned to Carl and quickly undressed him.  As soon as his toga had hit the floor, Sarah started kissing him again as I stooped down and picked the toga up.  I gently took hold of his ankles, one after the other, and pulled up so that I could remove the toga from around his feet.  As I folded the toga, Sarah pulled her head back and began slowly leading his head down her torso.  He continued kissing her down between her tits, down her stomach and stopping at her navel where he sucked and licked for a few moments.  That was when I turned around from putting the toga with the others.  As I walked back, Sarah pushed his head down to her bare pussy. 

Once Carl got to her pussy, he took one long lick along her nether lips, dragging his tongue over her clit.  He quickly stood up and picked my daughter up after he planted a quick kiss on her clit.  He then gently laid her down on the padded floor.  Sarah spread her legs wide and exposed her cunt to him.  He didn’t need any further invitation as he knelt between her legs and began to suck and lick her.

As he made oral love to my dear Sarah’s lovely pussy, she turned to me and motioned me with her right finger to come to her.  As soon as I got close enough, she reached up, put her hand behind my head and pulled me down for as passionate kiss as I’ve ever had from anyone.  She was making mad, passionate love with me during that kiss.  I felt a love and devotion from her that I’ve never felt from anyone before.  It wasn’t that it was better than when Carl and I kissed, it was just different. Somehow I knew, call it a mother’s intuition, that she was demonstrating her love for me as her mother.  When I realized that I had seen her kiss only two other people before with this kind of passion, and that those two people had been her parents, I realized that she had accepted me as her mother in fact and not in just words.

As we continued that kiss, tears started to flow from my eyes as I returned the love with all of the passion I could.  Before I knew what was happening, Sarah was rolling me over so that I was on my back.  She broke the kiss and started kissing me gently down to my tits and nipples, where she briefly nibbled and sucked them.  She didn’t take too long as she continued working her way down to my cunt.  She immediately attacked in with a passion.  She started tongue fucking my vaginal canal, alternating that with chewing and sucking my inner and outer lips.  Of course she would occasionally grab the rings in her teeth and gently shake them back and forth.

I looked up at Carl. He was just kneeling there watching us with amazement.  He obviously saw the emotion that was being poured into how Sarah was loving me. I looked over and saw that Sarah’s legs were within reach so I reached over and grabbed them, pulling her over until I could return the love to her that she was showing to me. 

We continued to make love to each other’s pussy until each of us had reached several good climaxes.  It was as she was cumming the fourth time that I saw Carl kneel above me and put his cock at her entrance.  I reached up and guided his cock to her pussy as he slowly pushed it in all of the way.  I heard Sarah moan in even more pleasure as he did.

Carl started to make love to my daughter with slow, steady thrusts.  As he did, I took her clit between my lips and sucked and fluttered my tongue over it.  We soon had her screaming in orgasm.  She kept cumming and cumming too.  It was one long glorious cum, as her squeals of pleasure as her orgasm went on and on, getting more and more intense. 

Carl didn’t last long with her pussy muscles spasming around his hard cock as it slid in and out of her.  When I saw his cock start to grow in girth, I took her clit between my teeth and gently bit down as I fluttered my tongue on it as fast as I could.  That was all it took for her pussy to go into overdrive and she actually started cumming so hard that she squirted her love juices into my mouth.  As she came, her internal muscles began to massage Carl’s cock. That tipped him over the edge and he screamed out as he came as well. When he started cumming, I moved my lips and tongue to the base of his cock and began to suck and nibble on it, increasing his pleasure as he came. 

Finally, Sarah passed out and Carl collapsed to left of us as I attacked the cum mix that seeped out of Sarah’s pussy.  When I could get no more, I rolled over until she was between Carl and me.  As we began to cuddle and caress her, we heard clapping coming from the others.  The four girls, Sean and even our loyal Alfred were applauding our little show.  We were soon smothered by the girls as they came to just cuddle with us and share our love for one another.  Sean was smart enough that he realized that the fun was over and that this was an important bonding moment for us.  He quickly put on his toga and left, taking Alfred with him to leave us all in privacy. 

We lay like that for several minutes before Michelle said, “That was the most beautiful thing we’ve ever seen.  I and my sisters are all very proud to have you as our mother and father.  Sarah and I by blood, and the rest of us bitchpups by shared love and adoration.  We want you to know that we gladly accepted it when they called us bitchpups.  They emphasized that they called us that because of your slave name.  They thought they were insulting us.  If they had known that we took it as an honor to be named after the only escaped slave from the organization, and that, that slave was my mother, they would have stopped calling us that immediately.  I always knew by the way that Mistress Tyree and Master Darrell talked about you that you were my mother.  I heard him tell her numerous times that he was glad he had taken me away from you before you escaped.  After we all started going through our trials and tribulations at Clearview, I shared what I knew about you with them and we took the name bitchpups as a badge of honor.  Once Angie decided to become one of us, I told her too.  It was your example, and the love we had for each other that allowed us to survive some of the most horrible things anyone can imagine.  We don’t have to wonder if you’ll understand what happened to us, because we know that you lived your own horrors too.  We all love you and will continue to try and make you proud of us.  My friends have asked me to ask that you do one thing for them though.  They ask that you and Carl officially adopt them so that they can call the one and only Prince’s Bitch Doggyslut, a.k.a. Karen Bertinelli, their mother for real and her husband Carl, their father.”

I teared up so badly as I cried with joy that all I could do was nod my head yes and hold my arms up to them.  Each of the girls came in and gave me a hug.  I embraced each one with as much love and passion as I could muster as tears streamed down my cheeks.  As soon as one broke the hug, she was replaced by another.  As the next one hugged me, I heard Carl tell the one that I had just hugged, that of course we would adopt them.  By the time we were done hugging each other, all of us girls were a blubbering mess.

That was when Sarah decided to wake up from having passed out from her cum.  At first she thought something was wrong until she saw that Carl was sitting there with a smile on his face.  When she asked him what happened, he explained it in detail since none of us were in any shape to talk at the moment.  After that, we just lay there in a group cuddle, one big, happy family and eventually fell asleep there.

The next morning, Alfred had breakfast served to the orgy room.  Apparently Sean had explained what was happening after he left.  The wait staff, no strangers to orgies, came in and set up a very formal circular dining table that was specially designed to allow you to sit on the padded floor and have the table at just the right height to eat, similar to how many Asian cultures eat.  After the table was set with our fanciest linens and china, Alfred lay down an official adoption paper in front of Carl and one in front of me.  I had Aminda and Carl had Angie. They were already signed by Judge Braxton and witnessed by Ed so that all they needed were Carl’s and my signature.  I quickly signed my name and handed the paper to Carl.  Then I signed Lisa’s followed by Angie’s.  After we signed, Alfred handed us each a glass of our finest wine and we toasted our new family.

That is the end of my long and sad story. It had an unexpected and happy ending that I had never even dreamed was possible.  I have lived and done things that I never dreamed of, both good and bad. It started out being a horror beyond imagination for a young innocent teenager.  But through that forge of fire came a strong yet submissive woman who could accomplish whatever she set her mind too.  I have lived a long and happy life with my Carl and my children and watched them grow up to be wonderful people.  I include Michelle and Sarah in that group as well as my adopted children which include all of the bitchpups.  They all started calling Carl and I mom and dad and their children only know us as grandma and grandpa. When I look back on my experiences, I would never willingly go through them if a got the chance to go back and live my life again.  However, I realize now that I would have never been as happy as I have become.

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Karen didn’t write any more after that little summary.  Karen has lived a long and happy life with me after that.  I was her loving yet demanding master. Yes, I’m Carl, her husband and master. If she would have ever asked to be released as a slave, I would have done it in a heartbeat.  I only dominated her because that is what she wanted. All of our children grew up to be good island residents.  Only one grew up to be a master.  He was taught early on how to properly treat and use a slave.  The other two loved the open lifestyle of the island and went to work for one of the family businesses after college. 

Just to let you know, the plan for the organization was executed.  For those that didn’t accept the vacation to the island, we created a team to go to the identified master’s or mistress’ country, sneak into their home and drug them.  The team put a conditioning suit on them and conditioned them as decided by us in their own homes.  If there were any family members there, they were conditioned as well.  Slaves were given the option to be freed.  Some jumped at the chance but others stayed with their owners.  Those that stayed were conditioned along with their master or mistress.  Those that wanted to be free were brought to the island where they were conditioned for loyalty and allowed to live their lives in the way that they saw fit.  By the end of five years, every member of the Coch organization that was listed on the computer at the mansion had been properly conditioned and appropriate justice carried out if necessary.

During that time, Aminda found another lover while attending an annual initiation and reunion with the Omega Psi Sisters.  He had sought to date her when they were at college but she had already accepted her former husband’s proposal.  Lisa met a Brother at a reunion a couple of years later and, after a five year romance, they finally married.  Angie soon found another slave boy for her and Jade to enjoy during a visit to the island in the same year that Lisa met her future husband.  Michelle, of course, still had Sean. 

All of the bitchpups were as happy as clams. They all gave us grandkids too.  Angie and Jade both got pregnant twice with their slave.  Lisa had a girl and a boy with her husband.  Aminda had four children, all boys with one looking a lot like Sean.  Michelle and Sean had three, two girls and a boy.

The Warren Group continues to grow and great care is taken to police their ranks to ensure that nothing happens in the group like what happened in the Coch organization.  It soon became the largest consensual BDSM group in the world.  Sarah continues to preside as president and CEO of the many facets of the group.  She never did marry.  After Charlie’s betrayal, she could never bring herself to trust another man to love her.  She did want children and would choose the slave that attracted her the most at the time.  She ended up with three children, two boys and a girl.  She raised them in the island lifestyle and let them chose when they became sexually active.  Nothing about the group’s nature or the island’s nature was ever hidden from them.  The oldest boy and girl grew up to be a master and mistress while the youngest boy had a submissive nature. 

Both Karen and I decided that the son that was dominant didn’t have the right personality to lead the country.  Karen knew that if he did, over time, the island would eventually end up with a president that would rule harshly.  When she decided to retire and enjoy being a grandmother to her grandchildren, she established a ruling governing council.  The island was divided into five voting districts and each district has a single representative.  The council then elects a presiding representative from their group to act as president.  After her death, the island will be able to continue to be a popular resort for people to go and experience their greatest fantasies. Hopefully it will also continue to be a wonderful place to live for the island residents.

Karen never intended for this story to be made public.  It was her way of coming to terms and dealing with all of the horrors that happened to her and her first two children. The love of my life is now in the hospital here on the island, dealing with the final villain in her life, cancer.  I got thirty good years as her husband and master, but I loved her for my entire life, ever since I met her when my parents moved in next door to her and her family when I was a little boy.  I will mourn her death greatly but will live on as long as I can to teach our grandchildren just how special their grandmother was.  I know that a little bit of her is in each and every one of them.

I am giving this story to Sarah to decide what to do with it.  She and Michelle both look more like their mother with each year they get older.  Sarah may share my beloved’s story or she may just keep it for our family to know how wonderful and strong my wife was. That way they can learn from her example that no matter how dark things may seem, if you never give up hope, you can achieve great and wonderful things, things you never imagined. If you are reading this, then Sarah decided to publish it.