Hey ConstantinCrew! I appreciate everyone's patience. I was about two-thirds of the way through writing this chapter, when I just realized one of the key scenes simply didn't work. And when I say it didn't work, it
really
didn't work...like, at all. Hence, I tore it up and started over. Sometimes, writing is re-writing, even if it means backspacing over words you hold dear. However, I sincerely believe that a job done right is better than a job done quickly.
As always, feel free to send me feedback. I usually try to weave elements of reality into my world-building so I can make a believable world. Hence, any constructive feedback regarding pacing or realism is totally welcomed. Whether it's comments or private feedback e-mails; I love hearing from you guys all the same. Critique my stuff, pester me about other works/platforms, posit your reader-theories, recommend other authors, or simply say Hi; I love hearing from the ConstantinCrew.
As always, consent is necessary in real-life and obey the law. However, you guys are clearly bright enough to know that by now.
Three Days After the Call With Fraggipone
The day started as many had before; Steve's alarm clock went off, its sheik piercing the tranquility of his suburban home. He hit the alarm clock to silence it and quickly rose from bed. He removed the covers to reveal Courtney's exposed flesh; she had slept with her arms box-tied and sporting a slotted ball-gag. Her aura had notes of her natural musk along with Steve's semen.
Steve firmly grabbed her large breast and shook the obedient Mediterranean from her slumber. Steve slapped her massive tits.
"Get up, slave-woman. Get your slave-sisters up, and get ready for work today."
Courtney swung her hips and got off the uncovered bed as her breasts turned red from Steve's open-palmed therapy. She turned her back to him so that he could untie and un-gag her. As soon as Steve removed her restraints, the sun-kissed supple servant scampered out of the sanctuary.
Within 45 minutes, the five slaves were showered and sitting at the table. Courtney and Michelle had been allowed to towel-dry and to eat authentic food, while Rae, Kelly and Crystal's constant-though noticeably declining-defiance had still only merited them drip-drying and bars of
SlaveFeed
.
After breakfast Steve stood up from the table. "Alright ladies; clean up, oral hygiene, and makeup. Gags-in starting in fifteen, wheels moving in twenty." He grabbed a dinner towel, wound it up, and whipped Crystal in the nipple with it. "What're you all waiting for, let's move!"
Michelle and Courtney cleaned off as the others shuffled towards the bathroom. In short order, the slaves were beautified and ball-gagged. Steve took the next few minutes to securely box-tied their arms behind their backs with the notable exception of Rae, who was merely hand-cuffed.
An hour later, and the slaves were standing at attention as Steve gave his morning spiel to his employees at Feminine Imports. One of Brett's delivery clients complained of rough handling in transit, though the signed acceptance of delivery exonerated Brett of any wrongdoing. Steve went over a few other minor points of emphasis before ending the meeting and opening up
SlaveShare
.
Carlos took his usual, and claimed Michelle for himself.
Roy decided to spice things up. "You know, I think I'll take young tattooed Cher over here" he said as he motioned towards Courtney. "That is, if it's okay with you, Boss-man."
"Is it
okay?
"' Steve repeated the question "Of course it is! That's why she's here. After all, leaders eat last."
Roy's eyes lit up like it was Christmas morning. Courtney's eyes also lit up, though she stared at Steve as Roy wrapped his arm around her and pulled her into the van. Her gaze non-verbally pleading
please don't let him take me
with notes of
I thought we had something special
.
George waffled on who to take. "I think I'll go with skinny-bitch with the perky B-cups" as he pointed at Rae.
"Sorry, no can-do" Steve intervened "She has a special assignment today...a secret mission if you will."
"That's unfortunate" George replied, his tone was understanding. "Alright, I guess it'll be muh turn with Roy's favorite
little Mexican lady.
" He squatted down and lifted Kelly over his shoulder. She squirmed a little, though was unable to break the grip of the sixty-year-old man.
Steve blindfolded Rae and clipped a leash hanging on the wall to her collar. The crowd dispersed as the drivers began loading up their cargo vans with the crated slaves to be delivered that day. Steve pulled the helpless terrorist leader out to the van yard and into a small SUV.
He uncuffed her hands and looped the cuff through over the roll-cage installed in the interior; between the gap of the roll-bar and the ceiling. He learned the lesson from Kelly's brazen escape attempt, and was not going to tempt Rae's rebellious side. He fired up the engine and intentionally turned on a political podcast, cranking the volume just loud enough for Rae not to be able to decipher any discernible auditory clues as to where she was involuntarily going.
Steve pulled up to the address given to him by Fraggipone. He found an old farmhouse that had not only seen better days; it looked abandoned altogether. There was a detached garage with a visible slant, which hinted at an inevitable collapse. He cut the podcast and the engine. He got out and opened the door. He intentionally hesitated for a moment so that the cold air would work its magic against Rae's feisty streak. After uncuffing the former cell leader from the roll-cage and re-cuffing her, he pulled her out of the SUV, and tugged on her leash hard enough to let her know that walking wasn't optional. Once at the front door, he ordered her to kick her heels off; and to his surprise, she did so without a fuss.
Steve brought Rae upstairs to the home she used to live in when she was enslaved. He brought her naked, cuffed, ball-gagged, and blindfolded into the upstairs bedroom; first one on the right. He uncuffed her wrists and quickly re-cuffed each wrist to the bondage loops that Rae installed months ago, though her intent was to use them on Kelly pre-enslavement. Once he felt sure that she was securely in place, Steve removed her blindfold. The sudden influx of light, even in the dimly-lit bedroom of the nearly-condemned house, was a lot for her sheltered pupils to take in all at once, thus causing her to wince.
Rae looked around as her eyes began to focus, she realized where she was. She began to squirm helplessly. Rae realized that she was nothing more than a prop in a scheme, doubly so once she saw that there was a Ring light set atop a tripod at the foot of the bed, next to the laptop stand that was set-up.
Steve slapped her in the face a few times, just hard enough to capture her attention "Hi honey" he started in the most mischievous tone possible. "Have you ever wanted to be a pornstar?"
Rae's pupil's dilated as she realized that what was about to happen to her was not going to be optional. She pulled at the handcuffs chaining her to the bed as hard as she could; desperate to escape. However, her efforts were in vain. Steve left the room to go to the bedroom across the hall, leaving Rae to stew in her fear for a few minutes.
He opened the door to the next bedroom; Michelle's former room, and closed the door behind him. In a low-volume, he asked Detective Fraggipone and a few audio-visual technicians from the local Sherriff's office if they were ready to go. Steve knew that he'd have only one shot at making this work, and he was not about to blow his opportunity.
Once Fraggipone and his lackeys gave him the thumbs-up. he quietly closed the doors behind him as he left the second bedroom. Fraggipone and his lackeys donned their bulky headphones. Steve marched back into Rae's bedroom; his petite slave never stopped panicking through her ball-gag. He then turned to the laptop and navigated to the encrypted app that the deputy investigators managed to password-crack. He scrolled to the contacts list clicked on the sole entry;
ML
.
Steve wheeled the tripod and the laptop stand over to the side of the bed as the app rang during those pulse-pounding moments while the call was trying to connect. He wanted to ensure that Rae's fear-stricken face was front-and-center. The tension was broken by a patch through; the screen lit up.
Madam Lioness appeared on screen in her usual attire, looking down at the beginning of the call "Rae!" she barked haphazardly "What is the meaning of this? Nearly two months without a situat-."
The terrorist leader looked up to see Rae's predicament; her former subordinate leader was now naked, chained to a bed, and wearing a bright pink novelty ball-gag with the word
