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Chapter Twenty-One
Natasha had been unable to follow the events too closely with Susan this morning as she was now involved in something far more important. Several days ago she had received a phone call from a long time customer. Her name was Satoshi Kanazawa, she was an uber wealthy landholder from the thriving country of Malaysia in Southeast Asia. Ms. Satoshi, as she preferred to be called, was arranging for one of her girls to be sent back to Stonebriar. This was not as troubling as it seemed though. What she was doing was actually a good thing as it meant a new purchase was likely to come at the next auction. This girl, #143 as it turned out, had reached what Satoshi had felt was the end of her usefulness to her.
#143, her real name was Sarah Ridgeway, had been acquired from Calgary, Alberta in June of 1998. Like many of the fine thoroughbred horses from that area she was feisty and quick tempered, but once broken in she was docile and obedient. In a surprising coincidence, Natasha had heard that Sarah had become quite an accomplished pony girl while serving as a slave to Ms. Satoshi. Regardless, Satoshi had felt that this girl had outlived her “operational lifespan” as she referred to it coldly, and wished to exercise a clause in their contract, which was signed by both parties at the auction on September 30th 1998. The clause basically said that a girl could be returned to Stonebriar at any time, for any reason, at no cost and no questions asked.
This did happen from time to time, for various reasons, and would likely happen more frequently. As increasing numbers of women were converted into lesbian slaves, it just simply made sense that more of them would need to be returned. Natasha offered this service purely for economic reasons; it had nothing to do at all for any soft hearted motivations.
Natasha was not naïve; young girls became older girls who became younger women who grew older, etc. She had been running this business since the early 1990’s. 20-year-old women then were in there mid 30’s now and likely did not hold the same sexual allure to their owners as they did when they were first sold. This was neither surprising nor unexpected and was actually good for Stonebriar, as many older customers wished to upgrade to newer, younger, firmer female flesh. What Natasha did not want was a large amount of these older slaves out in the general public who were simply discarded by their owners. It just was not good business to have lesbian sex slaves running around on the open market, regardless of their age, as it drove down the prices for the new girls. It was Economics 101.
The last thing she wanted to do was to take these girls back for any reason. But she had to do something to eliminate the myriad of future problems that could occur with unwanted slaves circulating around “on the street”. Just because she had been paid in full on each sale did not mean her “relationship” with these girls was over by any means. They’re very many possible problems that she needed to be aware of that these “orphan slaves”, as she called them, could present to her and Stonebriar. These problems included the following: The women could be resold on the secondary market, to possibly less discerning owners, or perhaps to a whorehouse where the Stonebrair brand could be sullied. Worse yet the girls could break free of whoever had them in their possession and end up in the hands of the police.
Natasha was not particularly worried about being exposed by any one girl, but a number of them telling the same story could raise suspicions among law enforcement worldwide. Someone was bound to connect the dots. No one, not even the upper level staff people, had a real good idea of where Stonebriar’s actually location was, but that didn’t mean she wanted people out looking for it. After all nearly 500 beautiful women had been abducted over the years without any trace and eventually political pressure may be exerted on authorities to do something to stop it.
From the slave owners standpoint this contractual clause was very advantageous as well. Wealthy and powerful women certainly tended to sell or discard things that no longer had value to them. These women did not want former slave girls released out on the streets, for obvious reasons, as their own reputations could be ruined by any such association with a slave girl, so few good options remained. One of those no doubt involved unseemly “disposals” to prevent secrets from being spilled about their private lives. This was certainly unpalatable for both Natasha and the slaveholder as well. Fortunately Stonebriar offered a more humane way to handle unwanted merchandise. Over the years more and more customers were taking advantage of this very specialized service.
The better way, if it could be called that, was known internally at Stonebriar as a “Reverse rendition”. This was an incredibly long and difficult procedure that required the very dedicated services of the “Red Squad”. They were known as that because all four of them were from Russia and they always wore matching red latex outfits when they worked, a holdover from their communist days. These women, like a number of others on the staff, were former intelligence offers that needed work after the fall of the Iron Curtain in the early 1990’s. Frankly, without this historical event Stonebriar would never have been possible, as so many of the key employees there were former communists who had developed an enthusiastic taste for the ways of capitalism.
Regardless of why they were there, these four women were virtually unknown to the rest of staff at Stonebriar, with the exception of Mistress Natasha, Dr. Olga and a few other highly regarded employees. Their private residence, inside the compound, but removed from the main quarters, was accessible only secret passageways and even then pin codes and retinal scanners were needed to gain access to their main living quarters. These four women were not permitted to socialize, save a very rare exception, with anyone but each other. The other employees were vaguely aware of their existence and well placed rumors were occasionally circulated to keep the rest of staff on edge, lest anyone get any ideas about violating any of the myriad of work rules that Natasha laid down.
The isolation of these women from the others was really not an issue, since all were trained to work alone for long periods of time. These four women were of utmost importance to the success of Stonebriar. Their unique specialties ranged anywhere from electronics, to computer programming, to counter surveillance, etc. But where they really provided the most value was for their R&D work on new tortures for the slave girls.
Natasha required everyone on the staff to submit new torture and punishment ideas once per quarter, regardless of position there. There was a constant need to come up with new and innovative ways to break the girls into submission as quickly as possible, but with the sometimes contradictory objective of minimizing any noticeable or long lasting damage to their nubile bodies. In order to garner these fresh ideas, many of the women watched lesbian BDSM videos, read nasty magazines or surfed the web for new thoughts and ideas. Once a new torment was agreed upon it was up the Red Squad to procure the necessary materials to build the device, equipment, etc. Once completed, it was the Red Squad who tested it on one of the obviously unwilling slave girls. Less painful torments were tested on “volunteers” from Level Two, while more barbaric ones were trialed on Level One girls. All of this was done in the private torture chambers away from the main house. Detailed notes were taken on every measurable pain threshold and duly recorded. Before putting it into the rotation to be used on the girls, the entire group had to evaluate and approve it before being sent to Natasha for final sign off.
Sometimes these devices were so shocking and painful that only women with absolute iron constitutions, and a true love of sadism, could actually oversee its implementation. The machine used for the Reverse Rendition procedure was just such an instrument. It was known officially by its Russian name, which roughly translated meant “The Devil’s Messenger”. It was located in a remote room in the deepest, darkest part of the basement catacombs and seen only by the members of the Red Squad, Dr. Olga, Natasha and of course any girl unlucky enough to be strapped into it.
The devise itself resembled a CT scanner, like those found at any major hospital. The main difference being that the woman would go in on her knees, as opposed to lying down on her back. She would go in and be bent over a padded bar at the waist, while being completely secured by a large number of straps, chains and other heavy duty restraints. If that weren’t terrifying enough, a variety of ancillary items would be attached to her breasts and pussy during the entire procedure. Just looking at a girl positioned inside this thing was daunting enough, and the worst part was not even introduced yet.
Such was the unfortunate predicament facing #143, the former Sarah Ridgeway. She had been smuggled back into the country just last night on a private jet. This was her first time ever out of the Mistress Satoshi’s compound, ten whole years now, so she knew something must have been going on. She was blindfolded for the entire journey back to Stonebriar and even after landing had no idea where she was. She had been brought into the compound though a private entrance, unknown and unused by the general staff and taken via elevator to the ultra secret room deep beneath the complex. These measures were taken not just to disorient Sarah, but also to prevent her from being seen by an old staff member who may have fond memories of this particular slave and who may start asking the wrong questions. Memories were the last thing Mistress Natasha wanted to jog.
Sarah had been given little to eat and given only a bottle of water while she remained cuffed to a small wooden chair in a dimly lit side room. She had been sent back wearing a fairly seductive ensemble, which was a black satin bra and panty set with matching thigh high stockings. Natasha always appreciated the fact that Ms. Satoshi went out of her way to send her girls back to her in a way that she wanted to remember them, as sexually enticing playthings.
On her long walk down to the room, Natasha had #143’s file pulled and was refreshing herself on the particular’s of this slave. She liked to think that she could remember them all, but there were so many now, only a few really stood out. Medium length auburn hair when she was first brought in, nice sized breasts, wonderfully flexible body, but a history of unruly behavior until Commandant Stone straightened her out. Other detailed information was available as well, least favorite tortures, number of forced penetrations, etc, but all of that was really irrelevant now. What mattered now was that the girl formerly known as both Sarah, and #143, was now 29 years old. She having been all of 19 when she was grabbed from a shopping mall parking lot in Calgary on a cold November night. It must have seemed like so long ago to her and in a moment she was going to be reunited with the woman who first turned her life upside down.
The only relevant information that Natasha asked for from the former slaveholders was what the new names of the girls were. Immediately after the auctions Natasha strongly recommended that the slaves be given a new name to help dissociate them from their past lives. It was another bit of cruelty to be sure, but it greatly aided the girls in their transition process. In this case Sarah was given the decidedly Malaysian name of Cempaka, which to Natasha meant absolutely nothing.
Armed with this information she took a deep breath and walked in the door. These meetings were always so awkward for her. So much had happened to the girls and she didn’t even know where to begin. Despite her hard hearted and uncaring demeanor Natasha could not help but feel guilty about everything that had happened, even though she had done this many times now.
Here in front of her was a still very attractive woman, who had been taken away from everything she had ever known and at the height of her beauty, and brutally forced into a life a lesbian submission and servitude. Even someone with as little of a conscience as Mistress Natasha felt some remorse, what was always an unknown in situations like this was the reaction from the slave girl.
Sarah looked up, still not believing her eyes. Could it possibly be her even after all this time? “Mistress Natasha? Is that really you?” She said it in a meek, almost timid voice, but in a surprisingly friendly tone, like a girl reuniting with a long lost college friend on a city street corner.
“It is my dear.” Natasha replied as she walked over next to the girl and gave her a hug and a peck on the cheek. Sarah wanted to return the greeting but obviously could not get up. These meetings were always a crap shoot, most slaves still harbored intense anger toward Natasha, hence the need for the chains. Natasha, being pleasantly surprised at the woman’s reaction, felt comfortable enough to pull up a chair and sit down next to the confused woman.
“I am sure you have many questions my old friend. But before you begin let me tell you some good news… You are going home my dear.”
Sarah stared at her with a befuddled look. “Going back to Mistress Satoshi’s? I don’t understand, why would she send me here then?”
Natasha simply smiled and patted her former slave on the leg. Clearly her training had been superb as Sarah now referred to her home as that of her former Asian owner. “No I don’t think you understand you are going home to Canada. You are going to become Sarah Ridgeway again. Do you remember her?” Natasha pulled something from plastic bag and showed it to her. It was her Alberta driver’s license, kept all this time locked away in a vault in case it was ever needed again for this occasion.
The woman looked at it, not fully believing what she had just heard. Was it possible after all this time she could step back into her old life? Long ago she had resigned herself to being a lesbian sex slave and she tried to suppress the memories of her old life because it was just too painful to think about. Deep down she was certain that she would never go back to Canada.
She cried tears of joy for a few moments as Natasha waited for her to get control of herself.
“Yes it is all true my dear, Mistress Satoshi has decided to grant you your freedom. She did not want to tell her yourself as she too likely would have broken down in tears at the thought of letting her favorite slave go.” This was a cleverly crafted lie, designed to make the girl think she was being shown kindness when in actuality she was simply being turned in to make room for a younger and prettier model. But there was no advantage to telling the truth, Sarah had been a good slave and she should leave with her dignity intact Satoshi had felt.
“I am so happy Mistress, I guess, but I will miss the other girls there. I grew to be very fond of my Mistress; she was very good to me.”
“That is good Cempaka, but now it is time to turn the page on that part of your life. You will never see Mistress Satoshi or any of the other girls there again. It is time for you to become Sarah Ridgeway again.”
Sarah looked down at the floor, looking almost wistful, before snapping back to reality.
“OK I am ready Mistress Natasha, please take me back, I am ready to go home. When to we leave?”
Natasha smiled again, and almost laughed at the naïve comment. “I am afraid it is just not that simple Sarah. We just can’t send you back there. With everything that has happened that would be foolish on our part don’t you think?” She asked rhetorically.
Sarah immediately took a defensive posture in her chair. She was getting worried now, as she started to remember back to all of the horrible things that they had done to her ten years before.
“I won’t say anything, you have my word, I just want to go home, please!”
“I promise Sarah you are going home; after you leave here you will never see any of us again. But you must understand that before we can let you go we need to take adequate precautions to ensure that our secrets are safe. You wouldn’t want anything to happen to Stonebriar would you?” It was a stupid question and one that Sarah did not know how to answer, so she didn’t. She sat in her chair as Natasha continued.
“In order to reintroduce into the real world, and back into the life of Sarah Ridgeway, we must take the appropriate steps to guarantee that we will have no future legal difficulties. Sarah you may not like what has happened to you, I am certain none of the girls that come here do, but Stonebriar must live on. We cannot have any complications, your “promise” to remain quiet is meaningless, and we must take more concrete actions to ensure your silence.”
Sarah became even more concerned and yelled out, “Please don’t hurt me anymore Mistress, I can’t deal with any more suffering.”
“I know you are scared Sarah, but this is a compromise, something you are going to have to accept if you want to go back home. Without it we can never let you leave.”
“What are you going to do to me?” She asked.
“In a minute I am going to open that door and a woman is going to come in. Her name is not important. She is a Russian who happens to speak impeccable English. You will listen to her and obey her every command, do you understand me?”
What choice did she have? Sarah nodded.
“Good, because she is the key to making you Sarah Ridgeway again. You must listen to her every word. Failure to do so may mean we would be forced to find a new buyer for you, which would mean you would need to be retrained here. I am sure you don’t want that do you?” It was a lie, but Sarah had no way of knowing that and it sufficiently scared her back into line.
If she could have, Natasha would have resold Sarah in an instant to another buyer on the secondary market and pocketed a tidy sum. Retraining would have been unnecessary, this girl was a wonderful slave, even ten years later, and would have taken to a new Mistress rather easily. But doing something like this would have been a shocking betrayal to her friend Ms. Satoshi. If she had ever found out about it, Natasha’s gold-plated reputation would have been destroyed and she would suffer significant financial losses, as many customers would likely desert her. It was way too big of a risk for an extra few hundred thousand dollars.
Natasha stood up from her chair and then bent over to give the girl a kiss on the lips. “Thank you Sarah Ridgeway, thank you for everything you have done for Stonebriar. I wish you well my dear returning to your old life, Remember you are one of the lucky ones.”
She opened the door and exited, Sarah would never see her again.
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