Ability Rescue Chapter 7
"You really fucked me over last night..." Alicia reprimandingly told Jasmine, as they spoke following their escapade at the dungeon the prior night.
"I didn't, technically it was the hot girl in pink who certainly did AllieCat," Jazz corrected, as she opened up her laptop and began opening tabs. "It was necessary, and you understand why."
"Yeah I know but fuck you," Alicia said. "I can't help what I'm doing and you know it. Fucking opportunist taking advantage of me."
"I am, and I know that you love me darlin'," Jazz replied, looking through the laptop. "Now tell me you love me..."
"I love you," Alicia answered, without choice. "And still fuck you...did you find anything out while I was being used, bitch Mistress?"
"I hate to tell you this but no," Jasmine began, "These aren't the people we are looking for. They are really fucked up, but not what we are looking for."
"So I got used for nothing," Alicia said with a glare.
"It wasn't for nothing, we learned that these are not the droids we are looking for," Jasmine said. "But you were certainly a good kitty."
"Fuck you!" Alicia said as she headed out of the room.
"Not right now kitty, you need some time to rest up after that amazing performance last night," Jazz said with a smirk. "Did you enjoy every second?"
Alicia refused to answer and instead held up her middle finger as she left to head to the bathroom to shower.
"I'll take that as a yes!" Jasmine screamed down the hall after her submissive.
Jasmine's blood went cold as she opened a tab, 'what the hell is this..." she wondered as she looked at an invoice from the care facility her grandmother was living in.
"Please be advised that the care for Ms. Irene A. Ryan will expire for non-payment in 7 days. Please call this number for arrangements to meet with billing to take care of this matter. Failure to remit payment will result in the patient being sent to a state facility..."
Jasmine stared at the screen in disbelief, she had set up payment through an online bank account for the monthly payments to care for her maternal grandmother, who suffered from Alzheimer's disease in her advanced age. She picked up her burner phone and called the number on the invoice... and wondered.
Following her phone conversations with the facility manager, the bookkeeper at the facility and corporate billing, Jasmine learned the account was 6 months in arrears. Despite her knowing that could not be true- it had to be a mistake- the facility was adamant and would not accept any online payments from Jasmine- based on the recent history, as wrong as that seemed to Jasmine, who was sure she had the perfect and undetectable setup.
"What's wrong?" Alicia asked when she rejoined Jasmine after a long shower.
"Look at this..." Jasmine explained. "My grandmother's care facility says there haven't been payments for 6 months..."
"So...." Alicia said, unsure what that meant.
"I set up a direct payment plan from an untraceable account," Jasmine said. "This shit is not right, something is way off here."
"So.... what are you going to do?" Alicia asked her Miss.
"I have to go there and pay with a money order... they say they won't take any online payment from me because of outstanding insufficient funds charges..." Jasmine replied exasperated.
"Oh shit, what does that mean for what we are doing here?" Alicia asked.
"It means I am going to take care of my grandmother, and you are staying here," Jasmine said matter of factly.
"I don't have any choice, I have to go," reasoned Jasmine. "It's my only family."
"Then I am going too," Alicia replied.
"No. You will stay here," instructed Jasmine. "This is the plan."
"I'm going with you," interrupted Alicia.
"Kneel," Jasmine ordered as she watched her submissive fall to her knees. "I don't have time or interest to argue with you. Repeat your mantra."
"Love Jasmine, obey Jasmine..." Alicia began as she looked at the woman standing before her with contempt.
"It's for your own good, let's get you good and compliant before I explain everything," jasmine said, patting the slave on her head as she knelt and repeated her mantra.
"Love Jasmine, obey Jasmine..."
"Love Jasmine, obey Jasmine..."
"Love Jasmine, obey Jasmine..."
After an indeterminable amount of time, Jasmine finally told her submissive to stop.
"Come with me," Jasmine ordered, taking Alicia to the kitchen island. "Sit."
Alicia sat across from her dominant and looked at her adoringly, as she was instructed to behave with her mantra repetitions.
"I have a feeling this situation with my grandmother is a setup," Jasmine said. "I know there is no way what they are saying is true. I set up the untraceable account and never got any notification of missed payments until this one just now."
"Well.... What are we going to do?" Alicia asked.
"We aren't going to do anything," Jasmine replied. "I told you I was going to handle this personally. I am being set up, and I am going to find out who it is. My guess is the same people who are the slavers."
"Isn't that dangerous?" Alicia asked.
"Fuck yeah, but it won't be the first time," Jasmine said.
"So, you are going to stay here," Jasmine said as she pulled out a bag from under the counter. "Open it."
Alicia opened the bag, and her eyes went wide.
"There's a shit ton of cash in here...." Alicia said. "How much and why?"
"Cash is untraceable. If I am being set up, then there's a chance you are too," Jasmine replied. "One million cash."
"Why so much? How did you get it?" Alicia had more questions but stopped there.
"How? I have my ways, kitty," Jasmine began. "Why so much? You have to only use cash from now on. Untraceable. I honestly wish it were more. If you have to run, you should survive on that."
"Ok...." Alicia replied.
"When I leave here, you do too. Get a bag together and go somewhere else. I can't know where you go," Jasmine said. "Worse case is I tell whoever is setting me up about you. And probably your ex-girlfriend too. Sorry, that's just the truth. So I can't know where you're going."
"Fuck,,,," Alicia said as she continued to look in the canvas bag. "What is this?"
Alicia pulled out a smaller bag and placed it in front of Jasmine.
"This is old technology," Jasmine said, placing two small, gray boxes on the counter between them. "This is a way for us to communicate in a way they won't ever be looking for."
"What the fuck is this?" Alicia asked, holding up a small rectangular box with a small display screen.
"That is a pager," Jasmine said. "It can receive text messages from this sending device."
The Domme picked up the other gray box and showed her submissive.
"This is the sending device," Jasmine said. "I will take this with me. You keep the receiving pager."
"Wait... so how does it work?" Alicia asked.
"I send messages to you with this, using radio waves," Jasmine said, holding up the sender half of the pager pair. "You receive the text I send you with the one you have in your hand."
Jasmine reached out and turned on Alicia's receiver, then typed in a message. The pair stood and waited a few moments.
"Keep this with you at all times, and on at all times. When the green light goes out, change the battery," Jasmine ordered. "It works through high frequency radio waves. There are radio towers everywhere. I have this set so you only receive messages I send through my half. It's untraceable. Unless you're in the middle of nowhere or the middle of the ocean, you will get my messages."
The receiver beeped after Jasmine finished her explanation.
Alicia looked at the text message.
"Tell me you love me AllieCat," the message said.
"I love you," Alicia said immediately.
"That's how it works," Jasmine said. "I have made a few additions to the technology and have a few preset messages ready to go to you in case of emergency, sort of like a speed dial. The messages will clearly tell you what you need to know or do at that moment."
"Ok..." Alicia replied. "I understand, I think..."
"I leave in a few hours," Jasmine instructed. "I realize you are a little sore after last night, but I do love that Barbie body you have AllieCat. Get excited for your MIstress now..."
Jasmine led her submissive to the bedroom, where she planned on using her before tending to her Grandma issue.
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Nicole Harrison faced a dilemma. She noticed something off when she met Marcus Kingsman, and didn't know what to do about it. Her research was going well enough, studying the brain impulses as a precursor for nanobite technology, but she couldn't shake the look of KIngsman, or the way she went blank for a moment at his touch. She was aware her former girlfriend had contact with him, and that this was the man that essentially ruined the Phillips family entirely.
In a panic, she got a new number, shut down her social media- which mostly included images by, for and with Alexis Phillips. She didn't want or need the attention- she was a true loner- but she felt she needed to do something to try and locate or connect with her former social media star girlfriend- knowing it could be stupid, dangerous or both.