Baker's Dozen

BAKER'S DOZEN Part 2

The fishing boat docked at the island two days later. Nick Baker and Vicky Greene stood on the dock as Sam Matthews supervised the unloading of the crate.

"Hi boss, I have a special delivery here for you."

Nick nodded, "see that it's delivered to the clinic Sam."

"What's in the crate Nick?" Vicky wanted to know.

"Oh just a little surprise from home."

"Oh how nice, when can I see?" Inquired Vicky.

"Soon, very soon. Now come along my pet." Nick gave a tug on Vicky's leash, and she heeled to his command. Dressed more for the boudoir than the docks, she wore a black and red brocaded corset, which pulled her waist into a compact 19" and a shear black baby doll nightgown as she perched on a pair of 6" red mules. She took a quick peek over her shoulder at the crate, which still sat on the dock, before quickly falling in line behind her master.

Sam enlisted a few of his mates, who had gathered around the dock as the fishing boat had slipped in. They delivered the crate to the shipments receiving room of the clinic as Nick had directed. Sam grabbed a crowbar to pry open the top of the crate. "Pheeeeeuw, did our little pussy Kat have to use the litter box?"

He turned off the valve to the oxygen canisters, he checked the gauges, "looks like you only had about thirty more minutes of "O" left 'little pussy Kat', a good thing we didn't run into any bad weather." He shifted through the packing peanuts until he found the bound up Kat, extracted the breathing apparatus from her mouth, and then pulled her out of the crate like the prize from a Cracker Jack box. "Did 'little pussy Kat' enjoy her Caribbean cruise?"

Kat felt many things at the moment, but she did not feel like replying to this obnoxious and arrogant brute. She was numb from her extended restraint. She was hungry and thirsty because she hadn't had any nourishment in two days. She was feeling nauseous from having spent most of those two days confined with the stench of her own body waste. She felt irate at finding herself in this situation, but she felt absolutely no compulsion to answer this "jack ass". And, as weak as she was, she probably couldn't respond, as she would have liked to any way.

Sam prepared to release the pent up Kat, but first he fastened a dog collar around Kat's neck. To Kat it seemed, at first, like any other dog collar, but she was confused by what seemed to be some kind of little black box that was attached to it. Had her hunger and dehydration not caused her to be a little woozy, she probably would have immediately realized exactly what that little black box was. But Kat, still bound as she was, could offer no resistance and the collar was fastened easily.

Now Sam went about untying the ropes that held her prisoner. After the ropes had been untied he grabbed a pair of wire cutters and cut the plastic bands that bound her arms and legs. Sam allowed Kat to unfurl her limbs on her own, and then massaged them to get the circulation going again. When Kat's skin tone started to resemble its' normal color he stopped and ordered her to stand.

Kat made no effort to move. Sam grabbed her by the arm and forced her to stand. Kat tried to gain her balance on wobbly legs.

"Now 'little pussy Kat' it's time you learned your manners."

Kat was really getting annoyed at his insertion of "pussy" in front of her name every time he spoke to her and without thinking bust forth, "What the fuck do you know about manners, you fucking ass hole."

Sam said nothing, but removed a small remote control unit from his pocket and pressed a button.

Kat convulsed in pain as an electric shock shot through her body, then collapsed back onto the floor.

As Sam grabbed her by the arms and forced her to stand once again, he said: "I know a pretty 'little pussy Kat' with a master's degree in journalism shouldn't have to use that kind of language, we may have to do something about that."

Kat still wasn't thinking too clearly, but she had no problem remembering the pain caused by the collar, and she definitely recognized the tone in Sam's voice. She decided to be quiet and listen, for now.

"Little pussy Kat must be pretty smart to have earned a master's degree from Columbia, so there is no sense in reviewing how you got here. You are here now, and from here there is no return to the life you knew as Katrina Lang. You are now slave number 15, the property of your new master, and the sooner you accept that the better off you'll be."

Kat listened and seethed with anger at every word Sam spoke. "You fucking ass holes won't get away with this. I bet that prick Nick Baker is at the bottom of this. Well let me tell you I'm nobody's slave, and you're not going to fucking make me one."

Sam let her finish her tirade, then with a sly little grin on his face held the remote in front of the steaming Kat. Her eyes grew wide and tears streamed down her face as she realized what was about to happen, "Noooooooooo."

Having gained her attention Sam pressed the button, holding it longer than before. This time Kat did not just collapse she was rendered unconscious by the electrical jolt. Sam picked up her dead weight from the floor and carried her to the examination room.

When Kat regained consciousness she was strapped down on an examination table, with an I.V. in her arm and a throbbing in her head.

The I.V. had replenished much of Kat's strength. She tried to raise a hand to her aching head, but found her hand wouldn't budge. Next her instincts told her to rise from the table, but she quickly discovered that straps held her firmly in place.

Kat tried to sort things through in her mind, as she lay naked and strapped to the leather surface of the table. "The paper will have to do something when I don't show up for work, a reporter doesn't just disappear and then nothing happens. They'll be out looking for me. Won't they? But, how will they ever find me; I don't even know where I am. Oh, how in the hell will they be able to find me?"

Then she saw Sam standing over her with a huge grin on his face. She also saw another man standing beside Sam, a smiling Dr. Roger Dunn. Her anger took control, and Kat could feel her face flush with anger as these two jack asses stared down at her naked body strapped to the table, finally it became too much for her and she let go "Get the fuck away from me you fucking perverts."

The two grinning men stood and watched, theirs grins growing as they did. The expression on Kat's face was one of disbelief. Again she yelled, "Get the fuck away from me." The two men nodded at each other and Sam patted Dr. Dunn on the back, "good job Roger". He turned toward Kat and said: "I told you we'd have to do something about that mouth."

Kat's eyes grew wide, her forehead broke out in a sweat, she suddenly realized that what she had thought was the collar still around her neck was actually a bandage, and she opened her mouth and screamed "Noooooooooooo". But no sound came out; Dr. Dunn had performed a minor operation on Kat's vocal cords that had left her mute.

Satisfied that the operation had been a success Sam left the good doctor with his patient. The doc had a few minor procedures yet to perform on Kat.

Dr. Dunn had been a rather well known plastic surgeon in L. A., but a few (some what unprofessional) experimental procedures had gotten him in trouble with the A.M.A. It had cost him his medical license. Not that doc cared anymore, Nick had made him a full partner in this little operation and doc stood to make a lot more money now than he ever did nipping and tucking in L.A. And just as importantly to him, he was now free to experiment.

Nick had instructed the doc to provide Cat with "the symbols of her new slavery." So Roger went to work, he didn't bother to anathematize Kat. He kind of enjoyed the agony his subjects experienced as he did the piercing, and he knew that since Kat was incapable of speech, he wouldn't be bothered by any annoying pleading or screaming.

Kat struggled and strained against her bonds as she watched Dr. Dunn preparing an assortment of needles and rings on a tray beside the table. Kat's eyes flew open in panic as she watched him approach with a piercing needle in hand. Her brows furled, her jaw dropped open as she tried desperately to scream while Roger fondled her breast, but still no sound came forth.

Roger toyed with her right nipple until it became stiff and erect between his fingers. Then he carefully aligned the needle, and forced it through her nipple. Kat could feel the prick of the needle as it slowly began to pass through her sensitive tit.

Her roar as the needle passed through would have been thunderous, if she had been capable of making a sound.

Roger worked his way through a series of progressively larger needles until the opening in Kat's nipple was large enough to accept the heavy gauged gold ring intended to occupy it's new home. He repeated the procedure on the left nipple, eliciting the same responses from the terrified Kat.

The rings, once in place were permanently welded closed, Roger delighted in the suffering of his desperate victim. Apparently he had missed the "do no harm" part of the physician's oath.

Kat, tears streaming down her face, strained her head to see what had happened to her lovely tits, and was disgusted at what she saw. Two of the largest gold rings she had ever seen as body jewelry now rested atop her painfully aching breasts. Then she noticed Dr. Dunn was still holding a piercing needle, and she could feel that he was now playing with her cute little "outy" navel. This time as the needle pressed against her exposed navel and worked it's way through, the experience proved to be too much for her. Kat passed out, and though Roger was disappointed, he continued to work on his now unconscious subject. He had two more rings that needed to be in place before she would be ready to be displayed before her new master.

End of Part 2

(To be continued)