RACHAEL III
Chapter Nineteen
Into the Depths
Rachael didn't talk to Sam until dinner the following night. She felt guilty, but her body told her she had been made whole again. She would see George, she needed him, and she needed to find a way to explain it to Sam.
"George came to the apartment this morning after you left."
"How did that happen?" Sam replied.
"I don't know, he was there when I got off the elevator."
"What happened?"
"I let him in and he fucked me."
"Rachael, how could you do that?"
"I can only tell you that I couldn't stop him and it felt very good, I loved every abusive minute of it and when he left me I was whole again."
"Oh, wow, now what?"
"Sam, I love you. I adore you, and want to be with you every day, but there is something about George that I cannot deny. When he looks at me I want to melt into a pool of hot passion."
"We either embrace this need of yours or we cut it off."
"I am going to see him Sunday morning. I know this isn't right by you, but I have to do it."
"So, you choose to embrace your need of him?"
"I guess so."
"I am going to get my Sally wardrobe out of the closet. I feel like I want to embrace a need of my own. Are you okay with that?"
"No, but considering what I am doing I can't deny you."
"Okay, we agree that you will see George and I will dress out and see other men."
"If that's what you want, I agree." She replied.
Sam got up from the table and paid the bill. They walked together back to the apartment and Sam packed a few of Sally's things.
"Are you going to stay the night?" She said as he walked into the living room.
"No, I think I will go to a hotel and think about all this."
"Okay, I am sorry Sam, I didn't mean to make you angry or hurt you."
"I know, it's something we have inside us that we need to expunge before we will ever be totally happy with each other. I am not much different, I crave the touch of a man the way you crave the touch of a Master."
"Will you go back to your Master?" She asked.
"I don't know, that's an idea, might be a safer one too."
"I don't want you to see George as a slave, he is hard on his subs."
"That's not a problem Rachael, I never want to see him again as long as I live."
Sam left, and it was many months before he came looking for her again. He was being stubborn, he wanted her to come back to him, he didn't want to go to her and beg. He knew he would eventually, but at first, he tried to stay strong. He rented a small studio apartment, went back and picked up his things and moved out.
Rachael want back to George on Sunday and one again started a Master/Slave relationship. She fell back into the roll and was soon the object of George's little gang of trainees. It was not unusual for her to have eight or ten guys in her holes on any given Sunday. George liked the money and he always gave her what she needed in the end, a giant orgasm.
Sam went on with his working life and dressed up several times but never left his apartment. He couldn't bring himself to go out and look for another man. He read the ads for men seeking men and twice tried to contact someone he knew in his prior life. Nothing came of his efforts. He sat alone at home and thought and thought. He wanted Rachael and that's all he could think about.
He finally called her one evening in the hops of being able to talk to her and find out how she was doing. He really cared for her and in many respects worried about her. She didn't answer the phone. He called her work the next day and the department manager said she had quit her job and moved out of the company apartment. They didn't know where she went.
Sam was now over the top worried. She could only have gone back to George and he had changed her life again. He had to find George.
Sam knew about The Dungeon and where it was. He went to the bar and requested to see the manager of the dungeon downstairs. The bar keeper made a call and opened the door to the stairwell.
Sam entered the dungeon and was greeted by Paul. He was doing okay, the business had stabilized and he had found some good clients.
"Hi, I'm Paul, the owner." He said
"I'm Sam. I came here looking for an old friend. Rachael."
"Sam, we haven't seen her for some time."
"The girl who used to run the train on Saturday nights?"
"Yes, I know who you are asking about, but we haven't seen her."
"Do you know how I can find George?"
"Oh, that I can help you with. Have you tried Hell?"
"That's not helpful."
"Sorry, I know George and I don't like him much. In fact, I bought this hell hole from him some time back and he has done his best to take all my clients away from me."
"Do you know where I can find him?"
"Yea, let me get you the address."
Sam went back up the stairs with the address for George's loft in his hand. He stopped at the bar and asked for a double scotch while he sat and thought about what he would do.
Sunday morning, Sam walked to the address on the slip of paper and entered the elevator. He was scared but he knew he had to see for himself what was happening. The elevator stopped, he lifted the door open, and he could here the sound of torture coming from a large room to his left. He walked that way and could see several men in various costumes strapped to objects and tables. The sound of George's voice was loud, and he was berating a guy strapped to a large framed X. His penis was hard, and George was beating him about the groin with a leather crop. The guy was in pain and grimacing, but not crying out.
Sensing there was an intruder, George turned and looked at Sam. "What do you want, pussy boy?"
"I, I, want to see Rachael." Sam stammered.
"Well, she is not available."
"Is she here?"
