Author's note: This is a continuation of Brad's revenge. I suggest you read it first to get the full flavor of this story. Thank you and enjoy.
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Six months had passed since the former Sara Conley now known only as slave, had crawled down the hallway leading to the basement dungeon. After the months held against her will by Brad Carter, the man she had wronged in high school, she had returned to him of her own free will. She had given him everything... her possessions, money, body and submission. And in return, he had accepted her as his slave and had ordered her to return to the same basement cell where she had been imprisoned for exactly three months and ten days.
In the six weeks that had passed since that day, their life had settled into a comfortable routine. Brad woke his willing slave each morning as she slept in her cell. She would be allowed to use the toilet, brush her teeth and shower as he watched her every movement while sipping hot tea from a mug. He would then give her a list of assignments for the day. She cleaned his home, did his laundry, cooked his meals and submitted to his every twisted, sexual demand. slave might be scrubbing his kitchen floor only to be jerked up by her long black hair and urged to suck his cock in a well practiced routine that ended with her swallowing every drop of his cum. Or she might spend the day bound in some painful or humiliating position only to be released after her toned body was tormented in some new way just because Brad enjoyed it.
On this particular day, slave was nude and on her hands and knees scrubbing his tile floors with a brush as Brad worked on some offshore accounts in the next room. He looked up from his work to watch her full breasts swaying back and forth as she scrubbed. Brad was startled out of his reflections by the ringing of his cell phone. He glanced at the caller ID and answered it before it rang a second time. "What's up, Dante?'
"We got a small problem, bro. It's about your bitch, Sara."
Brad closed his eyes and rubbed his forehead. "What's the matter?"
Dante Jackson, Brad's oldest friend and a major player in the area drug and prostitution trade, slightly hesitated. "Well, Brad, I had some visitors today. You remember Dr. Bob, your girl's ex-husband? He showed up today at my place with a high dollar lawyer, name of Jenkins."
"Come on, man, cut to the chase. What did they want?"
Dante laughed. "Well, he wasn't handing out free dental checkups. Seriously, man, your girl fucked up. She stole some serious cash from him on her way out."
"What are you talking about, Dante?"
"Seems like before she came back to you she cleaned out a safety deposit box that Dr. Bob didn't think she knew about. Had a quarter of a million in it, bro." Dante sighed. "Once he realized that it was gone, Dr. Bob had her followed. When she came here looking for you, she was followed. They have all the paperwork to prove what she did, Brad. It looks bad."
Brad glared at slave as she scrubbed away oblivious to the storm that was brewing. "So what's the bottom line, Dante?"
"Simple, man. They want the money back and want the bitch in jail for theft. I didn't talk to them but my boys said they will be back Friday at 6PM and they want the money and Sara or they will go to the cops with everything they know about me, you and the whole fucking mess."
There was a moment of silence before Brad spoke. "The money's no problem. But they can't have her. Any ideas, man?"
Dante laughed into the phone. "Man, you know I always have ideas. We can't let these assholes get into our business much less have the cops show up at my door. And you know I hate being threatened. Seems I'm having problems with one of my little bitches, too. I have a plan to deal with all of this shit at once."
"Okay, Dante," Brad said. "I'm listening."
Brad watched slave crawl across the floor as she scrubbed while he listened intently to Dante's plan. A smile came across his face as Dante explained the final details. "So whadda ya think, bro?"
"I think it will work just fine. And I'm so pissed off at her for stealing and bringing this crap on our heads that she deserves every bit of it." Brad paused. "Let's do it."
As soon as Brad hung up the phone, he ordered slave to put up the cleaning supplies and crawl to the dungeon. Once there, he put a pair of leather cuffs around her wrists. He was silent as he attached the cuffs to a hook that lowered from the ceiling. As the hook was raised back up, slave was forced to stretch her arms high above her head. The hook finally stopped when her nude body was taut and her pedicured toes barely touched the concrete floor.
Brad walked to the cabinet where his whips were kept and selected the one that slave feared the most. It was a short, brown leather, two tailed whip that felt like razors when the tips hit nude flesh. Brad walked up to slave with anger etched across his face. "Dante called today. I know about the money you stole from Dr. Bob. He is trying to cause us problems. Why would you do something that fucking stupid?"
slave's blue eyes filled with tears that ran down her cheeks. "I-I-am sorry, Sir. When you sent me away and I tried to get my affairs in order before I returned to you, I remembered the secret safety deposit box that Dr. Bob kept at the bank. I was pissed about the divorce and that little bitch from his office moving into my house and I wanted to hurt him. I know it was childish but I thought he would never be able to track me down." Her head hung down as she quietly sobbed.
Brad gripped the whip tighter. "Dante hates problems. But he has a plan to fix this. Unfortunately for you, that plan is going to involve you and some intense punishment on Friday night. Until then you are going to be confined in your cell just like when you first came here. Oh, but first I'm going to whip you until you pass out."
slave jerked her head up in alarm. The first strike of the dreadful whip wrapped around her ass and ended with the thin tips lashing across her shaved mound. She screamed in pain as her toes lost contact with the cold concrete. Before she could regain her tenuous stance, a second slash wound around her back ending over her left nipple. After that, the blows rained down on her nude body as she helplessly hung by her wrists. slave mercifully passed out after fifty stripes crisscrossed every inch of her body.
On Friday morning, slave awoke in her six by eight cell that she had been kept in for the last three days. She was stretching her stiff muscles as the door to the basement opened. Brad walked to her cell and opened the door of steel bars. "You stink, bitch. Get upstairs to my bathroom." As she crawled up the stairs and down the hallway to his bathroom, Brad looked closely at the few fading bruises that remained from her whipping.
Once in the bathroom, slave noted that the big Jacuzzi tub was filled with steaming water. Candles were lit around the edges and a glass of white wine awaited her. "slave, tonight will not be easy for you. I want you to soak in the tub, shampoo, wash and shave your body well. There is a full enema bag in the shower. Use it twice. When you are done, come lie down in my bed and rest until time to go." Brad turned and left the bathroom, closing the door behind him.
slave was confused by the apparent change in Brad's behavior. Even so, she was not going to turn down a chance to soak in the tub and get squeaky clean after days of confinement in the cell. She did exactly what he asked including the enemas and fell asleep within seconds of her head hitting the down pillow.
The black Escalade pulled up to the concrete block building on the back of Dante's estate. There were a number of luxury cars and SUV's parked around the entrance to the solid structure. Brad pulled up to the side door and parked. He got out and opened up the back of the SUV. slave lay nude on her stomach with her arms cuffed behind her and her ankles pulled up in a loose hogtie. A black hood covered her head. Brad saw two of Dante's men standing by the door sharing a joint. "Hey, Julius, T-Bone. Would ya'll come get this piece of ass and put her in the holding cell with the other one?"
The two large men walked over and smiled as they looked into the Escalade. They picked her up effortlessly and carried her into the building. Dante had the building built years ago for one purpose. He needed a place to play with, train, torment and sometimes torture the young women that came into his world without being interrupted. The soundproofed, concrete building met that purpose with its high ceilings and packed dirt floors.
Brad walked around to the front and entered the building. Dante met him at the door. "Hey, bro," Dante smiled as he hugged his old friend. "Come on in. Everything is set. Just stay cool." The two men walked over to a row of leather chairs and sat down. Dante's seat looked more like a throne befitting his status with gold adornments and his name in gold leaf above the headrest. Immediately, two very pretty and very nude young twin girls knelt at Dante's feet. He glanced down and laughed. "How do you like these two bookends, Brad?"
"Pretty sweet, Dante. Do you think they could go get us a beer or are they just for looks?" Dante snapped his fingers and the twins trotted off to get the drinks. Just then one of Dante's men escorted over two men that looked very uncomfortable and slightly pissed off. Dante remained seated as they approached. The man wearing the three piece suit and carrying a manila folder stuck out his hand. "Mr. Jackson, I'm Anthony Jenkins."
Dante Jackson stared at the man but didn't shake his hand. "Okay looks like we need to handle business before pleasure." He glanced over at his right hand man, Tank, who resembled an upright refrigerator, and motioned him over. He walked over, took the folder containing proof of Sara's theft and handed him a black duffle bag. "I assume the whole quarter mil is here?"
