Junie had barely come to live with her new owners when ugly reality intruded on their idyllic world. Her search for a Master had caught the attention of a serial killer and she had barely escaped being his next victim. He was caught and facing trial; but now Junie had to testify. The whole idea of leaving her new home was more than she could bear to think about.
But she had to do it. Not only was there a subpoena, there was Monica. Her new friend, Monica, the only other woman to escape with her life, was a tiny fragile thing. Her body was barely healed from the horrific trauma of her assault and if Monica could be brave enough to face court and the man who had mutilated her, Junie knew she had to do it too, for Monica's sake.
Junie knew she was not going to have to do it alone. Her owners, Bob and Donna, were going to be there with her every step of the way. She knew she couldn't do it without them.
Chapter 2: A Trip to the City. Orientation and Disorientation.
When Donna got into the car Junie spoke quickly, "Ma'am, please, may I speak before you tell me not to talk?"
Donna looked quizzically at Junie, "Go ahead, Junie."
"I just wanted you to know how happy you have made me. Being able to do this has meant so much to me. I just wanted to tell you how much I love you."
Donna nodded and smiled, "I know, Junie. And now you are correct in guessing that I am taking your words away from you. Again, you are to remember that you are completely under my will. We have an afternoon appointment with Assistant District Attorney Benson."
Junie made a distressed whimper.
Donna interrupted, her voice sharp and icy, "Junie, this meeting is to discuss things I have already spoken to you about. Nothing she will say is going to be any worse than what we have already spoken about. Calm yourself. Like we discussed on the ride down, now is the time to start learning to control your emotions."
Junie could not help thinking to herself that there was a big difference between talking to Donna and some strange lawyer person. But she took a deep breath and forced herself to breathe out slowly, but her whole body was rigid with dread.
Donna's voice was cool, "Junie, let's play a game. I want you to reach down and grab hold of the chain that is anchored under your seat. Don't let go." Junie gripped the chains and looked at her Mistress expectantly; this was too easy, there had to be more. Donna smiled, "Good girl, now lift your feet up off the floor and keep them up. Start counting out loud backwards, from one hundred, by threes."
Junie tightened her stomach muscles and lifted her knees up, her feet dangling. She began, "100...97...94...91..." Her pace was good, and she felt like she was doing pretty well, when she paused and stuttered a number in the fifties.
Donna barked, "Start over, Junie. No mistakes."
Junie gulped and made it clear to one and groaned in relief as she lowered her feet. Donna looked over and called gaily, "No, you don't; I did not say stop. Keep going until you can't hold your legs up."
Junie strained and lifted her feet back up, her abdominals were starting to tremble with fatigue, "um... 1... minus 2...minus 5... minus 8..." Junie's voice was quivering under the strain. She made it almost back to negative 101 when she let her feet fall to the floor, her eyes looking apologetically at Donna.
Donna gave her a wink and commented, "Pretty good, you lasted longer than I expected. When we were kids, my dad used to make us do that when we were too noisy in the car. I got to minus seven hundred something, but, of course, I was a skinny little thing then. Next game! Hmmm, what should we do?" Donna frowned as she spotted a driver in a car with a cell phone pressed to the side of their head. "Okay, until I say stop, I want you to count how many people you see driving and talking on their cell phones. That ought to be interesting. If they see you looking at them, wrinkle up your nose and stick your tongue out at them."
Junie began to giggle as she peered out the window at the people in the cars. She could feel her face turn flaming red as she stuck tongue out. Nearly everyone that noticed her staring looked shocked and looked away, but when an older looking woman with white hair stuck out her tongue back, Junie shrieked and ducked. Donna was laughing, too. "How many have you counted so far?"
"Twenty-two, Ma'am."
"Good job, keep it up, but count out loud now."
Junie reached ninety-eight by the time they pulled the SUV into the parking garage. Donna looked at her watch and commented, "We're right on time, girl. Feel free to speak at will. How're the butterflies? Do we need to bring a barf bag? Are you going to run away?"
Junie sat still and looked inward, "Oh, they are fluttering around in there like mad, but I don't think I am going to be sick at the moment." She looked nervously at Donna and could not help asking, "What are we going to be doing?"
"I'm not totally sure. I expect that she will want to ask you some questions. She will want to hear you tell your story in your words. She may try and go over some of those same kinds of questions I was asking on the ride down to get a feel for how you are going to react on the stand." Donna got out and came around to the passenger side. When she opened the door she held up the leash, "You didn't promise not to run away."
Junie shrank back, her eyes huge and pleading. Donna cracked up and dropped the leash on the car floor, "I guess not, we do have to be able to get through the courthouse metal detectors. Though it is tempting to put a vibrator up your cunt, just so I can watch the guards do a cavity search on you."
Junie began to giggle and gave her Mistress an impish look. "Will they be big handsome guards, with great big guns?"
Donna smiled, "That's my girl. I told you we were going to have fun."
There was a metal detector, but the guards all looked tired and bored. It was crowded in the hallways and no one looked happy to be there. Lurleena Benson met them alone in a private office and, looking cautiously at Donna, dived in.
"Ms. Thomas..."
Junie interrupted her, holding up her hand, "Ma'am, please just call me Junie. That would make me feel a lot better."
"Well then, I want you to call me Leena. Donna has told me that she has already spoken to you about the judge's rulings regarding Sam Card's defense team's strategy." Leena shook her head. "I am not exactly sure what they are going to try and accomplish by this, but we need to be ready for questions regarding your sexual history."
Junie nodded and frowned, "Leena, will they be able to ask me about things that have happened to me with my Master and Mistress, things that have happened after he was arrested?"
Leena shook her head, "No, Junie, only things that you had done prior to when the crimes occurred."
June laughed, "Well then, they really aren't going to get much. I only talked about things. I never did any of them."
"Let's start out by you telling me what kind of stuff you did."
Somehow with only Leena and Donna there in the quiet office, it was not difficult. Junie spoke at length about her loneliness after her divorce and her shyness making it difficult to meet people in public places. She told how she started looking at sexual stuff on the internet and chatting in chat rooms. "It was funny, but it was so much easier to relax and not worry about what people thought. I could forget about my insecurities and really explore myself and my needs. I got more and more in touch with my fantasies of being dominated. Then I met Sir James, James Conrad, in a BDSM chat room. He said he could be my Master, but it could only be online, that we could never meet. Those made the whole thing seem safer, easier to do, knowing that I never really had to do any of the things we spoke of."
"I had to treat him with respect and obey his commands." Junie looked up at Donna through her lashes, "Of course, because he was not there I never really did all the things he said."
"It was all online, we exchanged sexually explicit pictures, did phone sex, and text messages. Because it was all pretend, some of the role playing could be pretty extreme. Yes, there was rape and scenes where he would pretend to be a stranger with a knife, but there were also scenes where I was an intern and he was a president, or I was a space maiden and he was an alien invader trying to impregnate me. It was all pretend. We both were completely aware of that."
"But after a while of pretending, I began to want more. And when I began to tell him how lonely I was, he seemed to change. He became harsher; the role playing games became more violent. That is when the knives began to be central to much of the play. He tried to talk me into having sexual contact with strangers, but I was too shy to do that. He encouraged me to find a real Master in some of the BDSM personal ads." Junie looked up at Donna and smiled softly, "That's how I met my Master and Mistress." Under the table she slipped her hand into Donna's and squeezed it softly.
"Sir James was becoming more aware that I was not following all his commands and began to talk about sending someone to punish me. That is when Bob and Donna told me to break it off with Sir James. They found out who he really was and told him to leave me alone, but he had already told Sam Card everything about me. It was too late. Sam Card broke my car window, urinated on the front seat and left that knife there. He had stabbed the knife through a nude photograph of me."
"I wanted to show Bob and Donna what had been done, but the knife had urine on it. So I got a zip lock bag and turned it inside out and picked up the knife without actually touching it. When I showed the knife to them, Donna said that she thought that sounded like a criminal thing, like a rapist. They did not want me to go home alone. I have never gone back, except the one time to get my sewing machine after Sam Card had broken in and destroyed all my belongings in my apartment."
Leena nodded, "Okay, things that are not proven in court cannot be brought into evidence. Because we have not proven that Sam Card put the knife into your car, you cannot say he did it. You can only say you found a knife in your car. You can tell how you found it. You can say it looked and smelled like urine to explain why you chose to pick it up in the plastic bag. We have forensic analysts that can confirm your observation that the liquid was actually urine, and DNA analysis can prove it was the defendant's."
