I really should have been doing something work related but instead I was searching Uncle Ed's private files for files on Sara, Jim, Chyna and Chloe. Like I said searching for files, I found huge directories. Additionally, I found directories with movies and files on most of my top executives, some very incriminating. And those were found in the first ten minutes of being downstairs.
Fifteen minutes later Chyna comes down with breakfast. I feed her off my plate and as always am enamored when she eats out of my hand and licks my fingers. As usual the food was outstanding but there is something that I need. "Chyna, like I said I have a lot to do today, and I can't allow myself to be distracted by you. So what you are going to do is position yourself at my 7 and kneel or sit there until called."
"Master, your 7? What is that?"
"Ok look, straight ahead of me is my 12, directly behind is my 6, so 7 is over here about to my left, slightly behind. Understand?"
"Yes Daddy," she says as she assumes her appointed position.
Hmmmm, that reminds me. I am pretty sure that Ed installed this capability, why else install a dedicated T1 from the house to the office ... I grab the remote and turn to the closed circuit TV that is in the house. The house has a direct link to this office so I should be able to ... yep there is the dungeon. I fiddle with it for about ten minutes trying to get the sound to work when Chyna says, "Master, may I?"
Turning around, I hand Chyna the remote and am surprised as she adeptly manipulates the remote and TV. Suddenly sound starts coming out of the speakers. I am impressed. Chyna puts the remote down and resumes her station.
I spent most of the morning reading Eds files, most of my earlier conclusions were right on. One that was drastically different is that Ed had not had Chyna's tubes tied, he had harvested all of her eggs and put them in storage. Wow. I make a note to find out where. At some point I snapped my fingers and brought Chyna closer and just ran my hand through her hair. She wouldn't do so well as a queen, but I could easily see her as a pet.
"Master, may I prepare your lunch," surprised I looked at the clock and realized that it was nearing noon. I quickly dismissed Chyna to her chores.
It seems that Uncle Ed had offered her to some, and coerced or outright blackmailed others. It seems the rape house was wired to the hilt with cameras and audio and when Chyna was younger and not quite as compliant as she is now, he had video taped people taking her and used that as a hold over them. I knew some of my managers were scum bags, now I had proof, and thoughts were starting to filter into my head about how to switch Chyna's and Chloe's roles.
I review what I had learned throughout the morning. Chyna's eggs were harvested and stored at a facility not far from here. I found the records of the facility that had conducted the procedure. In the same medical folder I had found the unfiled records of Chloe's birth. Ed had a ton of videos of people with Chyna, Sara and Jim, rapes, bondage and giving themselves somewhat freely. None of Chloe nor did I expect any. And curiously none yet of them together, I didn't expect to find any of those either.
My thoughts were interrupted by Chyna with lunch. I cancelled her afternoon workout session and sent her back upstairs to prepare some clothes to be used later while I ate lunch and contemplated my next move.
I say contemplated even though I knew what I was going to do. Chyna was going home with me tonight to be my pleasure slave. And Chloe was going to split her time between coming here to be the new company toy and the rape house. I really should turn the tapes over to the police as Sara was still alive but I had other plans to right that wrong.
