Chapter 8
Brandi is in dire trouble
"Hi Kevin, hey, slow down," John told him. He switched the phone to the other ear and picked up a pen.
"I've lost her John! I shouldn't have let her go back to school. You know how they are, these submissive women, so manipulative. She talked me into letting her go back before she was ready. I kept an eye on her at first break this morning, made her report to me," Kevin moaned into the phone.
"Hold on Kevin. You're blaming yourself then trying to shift it back onto Brandi. Now calm down and tell me the facts. That's better. So she disappeared after leaving class on the way to meet you at the library. You know better than me her state of mind, so what do you think happened?" John sighed audibly into the phone.
Kevin was usually so logical and calm whereas now John could tell he was angry and worried. He was learning fast but this was beyond his skill level and experience. It was no mean feat looking after a young woman recently subjected to a strict regime of slave training.
It made her vulnerable to anyone with a strong personality, so John assumed she had become caught up with friends and strayed from the meeting. Or, it could be worse, as Kevin was obviously thinking.
Brandi had been caged and forced to submit to a very experienced trader who sold women stressed into complete submission. She and her friend, Kelly, only just survived the experience.
Kelly had been kidnapped and Brandi volunteered to be sold as a novice slave to the kidnapper. The plan worked as Brandi found her friend and they were rescued; though not before they had been subjected to a cruel mental and physical training designed to break their spirit.
For the past two weeks Kevin had been looking after Brandi when she became bored and cajoled him into letting her go back to school. Though two weeks wasn't long enough to mend the damage done in that terrible dungeon, he reluctantly relented.
"Let's talk it through Kevin. She hasn't turned up at the library or at your home. Phone her parents to see if she's there. Well, tell them you're from the school library and have a book she requested," John sighed again.
He could guess what more or less happened. "Phone some of the girls in her class; see if they've seen her or know where she might be and get more numbers from each one you phone. I'll talk to Kelly she might have an idea, yea, I'll phone you back. Keep in touch and don't forget - the worst scenario you think of won't happen," John tried to sound confident.
"Where's Kelly?" he asked one of the women.
"She's been working hard all day John, leave her be, she's enjoying herself after chores. I'll look after you master," Slut Slave answered. She wandered over to him to rub a firm pair of bare breasts against his shirt.
She never wore clothes and was always ready for him, but right now he was in a hurry. "I need to talk to her about Brandi. Where is she?" he demanded.
Slut Slave picked up on his urgency and stopped the impromptu teasing. "She's in the pony arena, what's wrong?" she asked, but John was quickly striding out of the kitchen.
"Joy Bell! Here pony," John called. Kelly was practising her gait, lifting each knee high in a proud trot around the practice arena. She wore an all encompassing leather pony-girl outfit, with a tall head-plume of feathers that bounced as she practised the gracious moves.
The plume was only worn when a high skill level had been reached and Kelly had thrown herself into the training to quickly achieve it. She obviously enjoyed the role and had become an elegant Pony-Girl. The tight leather left a pronounced 'camel toe' between the legs revealing how excited she was.
John had worked with her and soon discovered she wanted to be controlled and this life style certainly did that. The suit held both arms tight to her sides leaving them helpless. Specially designed boots in the form of hoofs were worn so she no longer walked but pranced or trotted, always lifting her knees up high.
John watched her trot over to him with a tinkling of bells ringing in time with the high steps. Both breasts were pushed out of openings in the outfit with little silver bells attached to nipple rings.
"You look wonderful Joy Bell, the stance is perfect," John commented. He noted how proudly she stood with breasts thrust forward, back straight and head held high.
Her bottom was carved between the cheeks by thin leather, leaving two fleshy hemispheres ripe for a whip when she was harnessed to a buggy.
John didn't want to upset her for she too was recovering from the harsh training and poor Kelly had been mistreated longer than her friend. She was naturally submissive to start with so maybe she fell into the role more quickly, though this could have been an advantage. Maybe she fought against it less and suffered less.
"Brandi went back to UCLA to day," he said, watching her carefully.
A frown of worry passed over her face briefly. It had only been a couple of weeks but Kelly had responded well. She had thrown herself into practising to be a first class Pony-Girl which helped wipe away the arduous slave training in the hands of that fanatic.
"Kevin has lost her at school. Any idea where she might have gone? Could she have gone back to her parent's house, maybe?" John asked.
Kelly looked at him with a frown, one of concentration this time.
"She was supposed to meet him in the library after classes but didn't turn up. He's contacted a couple of your classmates but no sign of her so far," he said gently.
Several weeks ago Kelly had disappeared too, kidnapped by Thomas. He wanted to reassure her it couldn't have anything to do with him yet didn't want to remind her of that despicable man.
"The two sluts, Teresa and her friend," Kelly said, while nodding her head, considering the prospect.
"Who are they?" John asked.
"They're in the same class as us. Brandi and Kevin had a run in with them before," she crumpled slightly then took a deep breath and straightened herself up. "When I was kidnapped, they ran into them at a store in town," Kelly whispered.
"Those two, I remember Kevin say he kicked ass, literally. Is this Teresa character an experienced dominant?" he asked.
"No! No way, she's just a bully. The way we are now, after being in that dungeon, I guess Brandi would be vulnerable to her. She keeps her friend under control, so yea, she could have taken control of Brandi. Home I guess. Her parents are always away somewhere, so she has a free run of the place," Kelly said.
"Thanks Joy Bell, I'll tell Kevin. You can return to the pony practise, you look magnificent, well done," he complimented her. She raised her shoulders straightening up her whole body showing off the plumes above her head and trotted off across the arena.
He watched her tail, attached to a butt plug fitted into her bottom, as she proudly raised it. She had learnt to impressively twitch and control the tail with her anal muscles.
***
Kevin tried another number and got through to Joann. At least she knew where Teresa lived. The house was secluded, surrounded by trees, up a short driveway. It was easy to wander around looking in windows but there was no sign of anyone in.
The doors were locked otherwise he would have barged in to search the place despite any opposition. Back in his car he slammed a fist against the steering wheel and cursed. It was one thing for John to tell him it had happened and recriminations could wait till later but he felt so guilty he could scream with frustration.
He built up a list from the many calls made, which included almost everyone in Brandi's class. Teresa wasn't answering so maybe the two bitches weren't together after all. Even if they were they may not have Brandi with them.
He got his phone out and dialled another number gained from one of Brandi's classmates.
Zoe had seen the three of them earlier! Kevin kept calm while he sweet talked her, asking about class and how long she had been Vegan. All the time he wanted to shout at the silly mare and demand a certain phone number.
He waited while she pressed keys on her phone and his heart missed a beat when the phone went dead for a long awful second.
"Thanks Zoe, I'll give you a big hug when I see you next," he almost shouted in glee into the phone. Hanging up he didn't hear the little excited giggle of pleasure she gave.
He had Cindy's number! The girl was under Teresa's thumb but if she answered he might be able to work something out. The phone rang and rang. "Pick up you stupid cow, pick up damn it!"
"Hi!" Kevin mumbled into the phone, no longer sure of what to say. It was important not to blow it. Keeping his voice low he hoped not to be recognised as Cindy would be tipped off. They would know he was looking for Brandi and probably hang up.
"Where are you? You coming to the party?" he asked.
"What party? I gotta go," Cindy said and hung up.
