Gotta Pay The Piper Ch 36

I walked around the house visiting each of my slave girls as they went through their Sunday evening routine. Sonya was laying out her clothing for work. "Coming to see me to mess around, Boss?" she asked with a grin. I told her I just wanted to see how she was doing in private. "Same as usual. I made sure the work rosters were done and posted. I asked the girls in school if there were changes to their exam schedules. You did know they have mid-terms and spring break is right around the corner." I did and asked if she had anything to say about Geri.

"The girl just had a major shock and now realizes she is not the princess she once was. To tell you the truth, I am pleased with the attitude she's displayed the past couple days. I think you should send her to college this next year. I'm not sure if you might want her to start earlier with an online course or two, send her to summer school or wait until Fall. We might dovetail her in with Richard and Marianne. I'm thinking in the meantime, I can take her to work with me to keep her busy. It'll give me a better assessment of her abilities if I have her away from the others." I told her to go for it. As expected, she wanted a kiss and a little fondle. "I need some alone time with my owner. How about you talk to management and see what you can do for me," she breathed into my ear.

None of the rest of the house had any surprises for me either. Marianne was a little grumpy she still had to wear a chastity belt when Geri did not. She saw the girl as competition for Richard's affection. Being relegated to the second girl in bed did not sit well with her. That was for the three of them to work out. I shrugged and said simply, "Long term punishment. Work it out with the right person." I knew she did not want to beg Lenore to let her out of her chastity punishment. She was afraid Lenore might prolong it, and rightly so.

I wondered how I would find Lana's temperament when I picked her up after lunch the next day. Sonya had taken Geri to work with her that morning so I stopped by her office to sign the work contract Sonya had prepared. The contract was perfunctory as was my signing. It gave Sonya permission to take the girl to work and use her in whatever capacity she wanted.

I was not going to question Sonya's intentions nor her judgement. Like Derek told me many times, he prospered by relying on the collective wisdom of his women. I was going to do the same.

This time when I entered the induction center, Rachael was waiting. She'd left word to be notified when I arrived. We'd talked at the Hacienda, but as the weekend involved the slave sale and her one full day off she had not had time to check to see how Lana was doing and give me a report.

"Bas, that woman could be a pain in the ass if you keep her," Rachael began. "I think she's had her bottom strapped more than any other three women and all for small things. She really does think she is above everybody else. As if her looks gives her some kind of special ranking among the Gods. You know I am a patient woman, but I wanted to bend her over and put my foot where the sun doesn't shine. Her attitude earned her the second size nozzle in the cleanout room and she came very close to getting Big Bertha shoved up her keister.

"What is really irritating is she is so practiced at appearing congenial and making her actions seem reasonable. She is not disruptive or combative. It is just her damn attitude!" Rachael stopped to laugh. "I gotta give her credit. She irritates the piss outta me, but hasn't done anything I can come down on her myself. I had a short class with her group today as I usually do at the end. I called on her by number, 633. She stood, smiled, and I will say almost struck a pose, pushing her tits out as she answered, 'Yes, Ma'am?' You could almost see in her mind she was saying, 'What do you want now, bitch?'

I had to laugh and that got Rachael to laughing. "Make sure she attends every damn one of those butchering parties. Hell, I'd take her on a hunt and have her carry the guts to the field instead of dumping them on the way back like you guys do it."

'Damn!' I thought. Rachael was one of the most level headed and easy going women I knew. I knew she could be tough as nails too when it came to slaves at the center but she generally let personality quirks slide. With her PhD in psychology, she'd once interviewed me to see what she thought about where I was on the spectrum. Her assessment was given over drinks, me with a beer and her with a Mai Tai.

"Bas, you have a few issues that you are fully aware of, but you are better adapted to your environment and circumstances than most men I meet. It works for you. Take it and run with it," she'd said.

We walked down the hall together to get Lana. She'd texted the guard to have 633 ready for pickup. I opened the door to see Lana standing in the same taped square Geri had been in a few days prior. At a glance at Rachael, Lana stood even taller, breasts poked out. Her pelvis cantilevered slightly to expose herself even more. In contrast to her pose, her hair looked even more matted and listless than Geri's had been.

In light of Rachael's comments, I decided to say something. "Damn, Lana! What is with your hair? It looks like crap. It's like a stringy mop hanging down." She deflated some but did not lose her composure.

"Their hair products here leave a lot to be desired, Sir," she said. "You'd think they would want the slaves to look as sexy as possible before an auction, but they don't." I motioned for her to step forward. Out of her sight, Rachael smiled slightly and shook her head. Neither of us bothered to point out to Lana she was not going on the block and the female slaves were groomed prior to sale.

Lana did her best to maintain her facade until she was dressed and we were walking out to my car. "Well, did you learn anything?" I asked.

"I learned how a slave can be a valuable commodity for her owner, sir." Lana said. I noticed she did not address me by my name.

"Nothing else?" I asked. "Not even how to make other women happy giving them multiple orgasms with your tongue?" Lana began to shake and then started crying. I'd found the chink in her armor.

"You knew that was the one thing that would get me didn't you?" She said, as tears coursed down her face. "I'd eaten only a couple pussies in my life before coming here, but in there it felt like it was non-stop. The guards and that Lucy woman used me every afternoon. The first day back in the dorm, two of the slaves made me lick them for a long time that night before letting me go to sleep. Low life scum. I was afraid more of the women would want a turn but apart from a few snickers, the rest left me alone."

I asked why she did not fight back or report them. "They said they'd tie small bunches of my hair into knots so tight, the only way to get rid of them would be to cut them off."

"Well, now you have experience getting another woman to cum orally, after doing it several times." I said.

"Several? Try hundreds!" Lana exclaimed. I could not help it and began to laugh. I told her the exaggeration was funny. "What exaggeration? I licked a dozen guards a half dozen times each to multiple orgasms each evening for three nights. My mouth and tongue were so tired I could barely talk afterwards. My jaw ached. And then those bitches in the dormitory."

Like her daughter, she wanted nothing more than to get home to wash and condition her hair. I stopped by Charlotte's Boutique instead and insisted Lana follow me inside. "Really Bas, I'm a big girl and can sit here with the windows down. It's not like leaving a child or a pet in the car." Without saying a word, I shook my head. She reluctantly followed me inside.

Charlotte grinned widely upon seeing Lana. We could not have rehearsed her reaction better. "Damn! You look like crap!" Charlotte said, honestly shocked at the woman's appearance. "You look so wilted, even your titties are drooping," she said. Totally defeated by her recent experience but unwilling to show it, Lana stood there and took the insults without much of a reaction. She blinked a few times but did not otherwise react. I'd have felt sorry for the woman and under normal circumstances would not allowed any of my slaves to put up with that much indignity. But like Rachael had pointed out Lana was a special case of her own.

I didn't want to say a word to Lana about how or if her attitude would change. I wanted her to react honestly and any changes would be hers to make. Upon arriving home, like I'd expected, she asked if she could go shower and shampoo before the others got home. "Worried about how you look?" I asked.

She paused considering how to answer that simple question. I could almost read her thoughts. Should she admit it bothered her a great deal and lose face to me and especially to the other girls. Or would her admission make me decide to prolong her state of totally unkempt hair to punish her further by subjecting her to the others' ridicule.

I let her have a bit of respite. Before she could reply, I said, "Go shower and clean up. You have to stay nude until we decide if you earned clothes but you will not be locked back into chastity." I paused to deliberately grin widely. "I'm not worried about you playing with yourself. I know you have had many orgasms in the past few days. Some of those guards love to make the girl eating them cum multiple times so they can give her a hard time about how much she must be loving the treatment." Lana's expression confirmed what I said.

"The trick is, did you actually come to enjoy giving oral after your experience?" I asked. Lana shook her head and denied it. I could tell, though, from her nipples erecting slightly she had already developed a bit of a conditioned response and the very mention of licking pussy aroused her to some degree. For now, her arousal was from the humiliation but perhaps in time she'd come to enjoy the act.

Lana spent an inordinately long time cleaning up. I was considering checking on her when the college girls began to arrive. She walked out of the back, her hair carefully brushed. It fell in long cascades like usual. I waved her over to where I sat at the kitchen table, reading an article on my tablet. I reached for the juncture of her legs. She reflexively jumped back before she caught herself and spread her legs slightly and pushed her pelvis forward. I ran a finger between her labia. "Good, fairly wet but not soaking. I better not find your wet pussy on the upholstery. Until you are allowed clothing, sit on a paper towel." I said. "I do not want snail trails on the furniture." She gasped at the indignity but did not say anything.

At dinner, I said we'd all heard Geri tell about her experience at slave camp so there was no reason for Lana to repeat it. Then I grinned, "However you might like the opportunity to ask her specific questions about her own experience."

"How'd you like the staff lounge, Lana?" Robin asked. "I'll bet those women worked you over, huh?" When Lana shrugged, Robin continued, "You know you can't act like it was no big deal. I know better. Been there, done that, but certainly did not get a t-shirt for the experience. My nipples were tender for a couple days after I got home. Tell the truth."

Lana turned bright red and admitted just how much the guards and staff had used her starting at shift change and continuing until the slaves were sent to their evening meal. She tried to conceal how much it bothered her but could not stop a few tears. I wondered if Carol was going to offer a comment about knowing her mother was part of the staff lounge ordeal, but she kept quiet. Lana never mentioned the other slaves forcing her nor their threats to her hair.

I locked myself in my office to make a private phone call. My cell phone was integrated into my computer software so I could not only make a hands free call, I could employ the computer as needed.

When the woman at the other end answered, I said, "Hello, is this Laura Hebert?" I pronounced her last name properly, 'A-Bear'. When she said it was, I introduced myself. "My name is Bas Landry. I assume it shows up on your caller ID as Bastien but just call me Bas."

"The reason I am calling you this evening is I'd like some information and possibly make you an offer," I said. Apparently, she immediately assumed I was a salesman from some call center trying to sell her extra insurance or something else she did not need. As she began to say she was not interested, I continued, "I need to know first if the name Lana Perkins rings a bell. You might have known her as Lana Elliot." I heard a loud gasp.

Before I could continue, a message flashed up on my computer screen to tell me our call was now being recorded. "That is a name I hoped to never hear nor see again, except perhaps in an obituary!" Ms Hebert tersely replied. "What the f..., what is it you really want, Mr. Landry?" she asked stifling herself mid sentence, her tone now turning slightly hostile.

"I heard a story about you and Lana when you were back in college and I wanted to verify it." I said. I had rehearsed this but I was not good at this kind of thing. I knew I was flubbing my introduction.

"And why would that be any of your damn business?" Laura asked. now openly hostile. "I'll tell you if you try to do anything to me or my family or threaten us in any way, I will hunt your ass down and....." I cut her off.

"I own Lana and her daughter. They're my slaves now." I said quickly. She stammered and that gave me the opportunity to continue. "I wanted to see just how far back and to what extent she was a totally cruel bitch. I thought you might like to ..." This time she cut me off.

"Let me call you back, Mr. Landry," Laura Hebert said. "It won't take me long. I just have to do something." I was kicking myself for not being clearer at the beginning. I should have had Lenore make that first call as she was so much more diplomatic than I could ever be.

I finished my beer and got another, I was just entering my office when my phone rang. I saw on the screen it was Ms Hebert. This call was also being recorded, not that I minded. I had made sure I knew whenever any voice or video call was monitored. It had served me well in the not too distant past.

She said she was returning my call. "Oh, I understand. You probably also took a few minutes to search for any news on Lana's conviction as well as get your husband to join you. I can tell you are on speaker phone now. I also know you are recording our conversation for your protection. I do not mind in the least." She gasped.

"Are you really THE Bastien Landry, the computer guy?" she asked. I told her I was. "No wonder you knew about the recording and the speaker phone. Yes, and I took a few minutes to look up what you said. It said she was convicted for life for attempting to enslave plus several other charges."

"I will say it could not have happened to nicer person. Or rather that is not the right saying. Everyone you see is a nicer person than Lana Elliot or rather Perkins. Please, call me Laura," she said.

"I'm sorry we got off on the wrong foot. I am not very good at initiating contact especially over the phone." I said. "Actually, I would really prefer to talk in person or over video chat." I said.

"The first article I pulled up about you started with the caption, 'Despite being on the spectrum, Bastien Landry made a name for himself in the field of computer programming.' I have been in the medical field so I sort of understand your syndrome, but tonight I cannot do a video chat nor meet in person. Perhaps in a day or so. I am curious what you have to say and more than a little embarrassed thinking you already know many of the answers to your questions," Laura said.

"I know the general story that Lana told a few women, her accomplices when she got arrested. I would like to know more. In exchange, I will tell you as much as you'd like about Lana." I said.

"The first question that comes to mind is not that the bitch finally got caught and convicted, but why her rich husband did not buy everybody off or hire a team of lawyers to get her acquitted. And failing that, why he did not pay whatever it took to save her and take her home?" Laura asked.

"Only he can tell you all his reasons, but the gist is he is tired of her antics and wants nothing else to do with her," I reported. Laura began to laugh.

Since I was only a few miles up the highway from where she lived, we decided I would drive down in the morning. We opted to meet at a coffee shop near her home. I was pleased Lenore took the day off to accompany me. She was not pleased with the way I'd initiated the contact when I told her about it.

"Damn, Bas. That was probably the most traumatic thing that ever happened to that woman and you just ask her about it!" Lenore said. "I'm going along. I'll give Wanda a call. You make sure Charlotte is still on board to take Lana for the day."

Charlotte was going to take Lana to her store for the next few days to 'help' out. I'm sure that meant a lot of sweeping and folding clothes but maybe some 'modeling' as well. I knew Lana would not be happy with the arrangement and that was the real point.

Just as the door to the coffee shop closed behind us, my phone notified me of a text. As I pulled out my cellphone, a man stood and waved. "I thought a text would be easier than asking each person if their name was Landry," he said in a slight Cajun accent. "My name is Marcel Hebert, but I go by Marc. This is my wife, Laura."

I introduced Lenore as I looked the man over. He was of average height but his shoulders were wide and his arms extremely well muscled. He was not one of those who tried to crush the other man's hand but I could feel the power in his grip as we shook hands.

Lenore ordered coffee for everyone and we sat down. "I want to apologize for Bas," Lenore began. "Sometimes he fails to understand just how traumatic something like what you endured could be and how it has long lasting effects. He kind of looks at problems from a more academic viewpoint."

Laura blushed. "I'm glad you understand. I suspect you have felt something similar. When Bas called I had a cascade of reactions that almost felt simultaneous. At hearing the name Lana Elliot, my blood pressure soared, I began to shake, I felt fear and I, uhhhh and I am ashamed to admit, a little unwanted physical sexual arousal."

Lenore nodded, "That's a common physical response sometimes after a long period of conditioning. I know because I am in that boat. It makes you feel even worse about yourself."

"I'd thought I was long over it." Laura said. "Can I ask how all this started? I thought Lana was living the golden life now." She reached out and took her husband's hand. "I have a pretty good life now, myself."

"Can I ask why you want to bring up past events?" Marc asked. "I mean what's in it for you?"

I looked at him and said, "I hate bullies. I have since I was a kid and was picked on because I did not fit in. I like to see justice done." He grinned widely and nodded.

I gave them a synopsis of how I came to get involved with Charlotte in the first place leading up to my buying Geri. "It is not our story to tell, but I will say Charlotte had been under Lana's influence for a couple years. Lana's daughter was convicted of vandalism to Charlotte's store and Lana became terribly upset when Charlotte sold her daughter to a stranger instead of her." That launched into a further story of what Lana did and how I helped get the evidence against her.

"So if you had not been there to help at the end, this Charlotte woman would have fallen back under Lana's control and continued to be abused." Laura offered.

"Not just continued as she had broken free, but it would have started again at a whole new level," Lenore stated. "Lana would have eventually destroyed the woman's life in all likelihood."