"Charlotte, you did not tell me the truth about your interaction with Lana Perkins did you?" I offered. "About how she treated you, I mean."
"I told you the truth! I didn't lie." Charlotte replied quickly. Then after a pause, "But I didn't tell you the whole truth, either. I told you almost everything. How she used me sexually. I even told you how she peed on my face. What I did not tell you was how I had to address her as MS Lana and say Ma'am. Failure to do so would often get me physically punished."
"She rarely slapped my face. Instead, she targeted my breasts. I told you how I had to remove my bra to keep it clean, but baring my boobs to get slapped was another reason. Sometimes, I'd be ordered to lock the front door but many times she'd just have me stand behind a display towards the back of the store, and undo my blouse and bra. I usually wear front closure bras. She'd slap me hard across one or usually both breasts and once I apologized for my disrespect, I'd be allowed to restore my clothing."
"Sometimes, I had to strip my upper body completely and drop my clothes to the floor." Charlotte admitted. "You have no idea how intimidating it is to stand topless like that in front a fully clothed woman who is glaring at you."
"It is totally irrational but I could admit the woman had me service her orally. I think because it is sort of acceptable for adult women nowadays. I mean lesbian activity is so mainstream. Plus it is part of the hazing ideology the Krewe has officially. It is a totally different issue for an adult to admit to being totally intimidated and subjugated by another woman."
"Looking back, I cannot believe how stupid I was to let Lana get her claws into me. I needed to make my struggling boutique a success and the endorsement of Krewe members was the key. I was willing to do anything. I should have stopped her when Lana first began to break the rules but I was so obsessed with joining the Krewe I let her get away with small infractions until there was no turning back."
"Lana loved having me at her mercy. Hell, she has no mercy. She does what she wants to an underling and that is what she considered me. Since I left the auxiliary she lost much of her power. But I have to admit, I feel the bite in her words. That edge in her voice that still catches my attention. The conditioned response to obey is there, Bas!" Charlotte admitted.
"Our face-to-face time was not that extensive, only three or four hours per week total time spread across multiple sessions, but I'd think about her constantly. Some nights, I'd relive the humilation in my sleep. I'd undress to bathe and suddenly recall how I'd bared myself for Lana to hurt and use that morning."
I had a thought. "Maybe you can let your fear of her and conditioned response work for you," I said. "Feel the emotions and respond honestly to whatever she says. But hang tough and do not let her physically touch you. Put her off. "
"I'll try." she said.
I told Lenore what Charlotte had said. "Charlotte and I discussed it. She is more embarrassed about her submitting to Lana than she is the sexual activity itself. She told me she surrendered her dignity. It got to the point that merely seeing Lana enter her store made her nipples hard and her pussy moisten. Yet she loathed the woman for what she made her do. I told her I understood and had to explain how I am submissive myself." Lenore said.
The next morning as the college girls got ready to go to class, I told Kat and Lori to be ready and meet me at my car in five minutes. I checked Geri's text history but she had not used her phone.
The two new girls were waiting when I walked out the door. I was sure I would have little problem with these two and was very pleased Lisa had offered them to me. Today I needed to make sure the university registrar's office knew they were now in my possession. I also wanted to talk to a couple of their professors. "Don't you want us to help you with Charlotte, Boss?" Kat asked. I asked her what she thought she could do. "Well, we can sit around the block from her store and watch on a laptop. If she got into trouble we could swoop in and save her." Lori agreed.
I was amused at their enthusiasm but also concerned. "Do you have any idea what kind of trouble you would get in for laying hands on a free person?" I asked. She shook her head. "Well, for anything other than a life or death situation, which you would have to prove existed, you could get enslaved for life. More likely, you'd get a long extension. A male fares worse. He might also get chemically castrated. If anybody ever tries to rape you and you fight him off, run like Hell and do not look back. You certainly do not stick around to report him. Look it up. There are a few exceptions." She looked chastened at my rebuke. I was pretty sure she knew the penalty but she wanted to be there for me.
By ten that morning, both girls were in their graduate student offices. They had to catch up on their teaching assistant duties. I'd told them to stick together and to call one of the girls to give them a ride home if I was not available. Neither girl had her own transportation anymore.
Their graduate advisor stood and stuck out his hand as soon as I stepped into his office. "Great to see you Bas! It has been a long time," he greeted me happily. "Damn you are one lucky bastard. For anybody to have got possession of those two girls, I'm glad it was you. I'd heard they got arrested and suddenly they were in the system. How the Hell did you know where and who they were?"
I told them how the situation came about. "Well, I'm damn glad it was you. They are young and sexy. The perfect combination for a sex toy and I was heartbroken to think that was what they'd wind up being. They had so much potential! Not the best programmers I ever saw, that would be you, but they are fucking good. Put them to work. Use their skills." I told him I would, but first they had to finish the year and graduate.
I returned home a half hour later to find Geri the only one still home. I'd told her she could read or watch television when I left and if I was not back by lunch time, to fix herself something to eat. I had no tasks for her to do around the house. She was where I'd left her, now streaming a movie on the television. She looked at me but did not say a word. I asked if she'd eaten and she shook her head.
"Did I give you permission to cover up? It is not that cold in here is it?" I asked. She was wrapped in a bed sheet tied like a toga.
"Those workers are here. The boss said he was going to remove the plastic covering later so I covered myself," she said. The opening to the new living area had been covered by plastic to separate the work area from the main house.
