Gotta Pay The Piper Ch 42

I called Larry Orville shortly after breakfast the next morning. I expected him to be in his office already since it was Monday but he was not available so I left a message with his secretary for him to return my call. His surprise was evident when he called me thirty minutes later. "Mr. Landry, uhh, Bas, I was not expecting to hear from you. I had planned to be out of the office this morning on personal business, but I had a few legal matters for clients to address first. What can I do for you?" I told him I'd like to meet with him as soon as possible and wanted to discuss it in person rather than over the phone.

He was hesitant and oddly on edge, but agreed to meet if I could be at his office within a half hour. After he shook my hand and invited me into his office, he offered me something to drink. I asked for coffee and he sent his secretary for a couple cups. As I settled into my seat, I realized I was enjoying his discomfiture a bit too much. I thought about my plans to tease him and his wife before I threw them a life preserver.

I wondered if I was being unnecessarily cruel. I knew, of course, he was under major stress, but then again, he hadn't been all that open and friendly to me earlier in our relationship. It still rankled me that he had assumed the role of Lana's counsel without the courtesy of talking to me first.

"You calling me this morning saved me one of my planned tasks. I'd actually hoped to be able to talk to you about two of your newer slaves, Alecia Carnaby and Candace Bowers," he began. "Would you be willing to sell them?" he asked quickly.

His jumping right into business surprised me. "Oh, I might," I said. "In fact, I would, IF the price was right. But I am a very rich man, and I'm sure my price would be far higher than you'd be willing to pay. I'm curious what you would consider a fair price and wonder why you'd want them. They are not worth much as slaves go. They don't have any special education or work skills. Sure, they are very pretty for their age, but you can buy much younger women just as pretty for a far lower price."

"Oh, I am not in the market for myself," he answered hastily. "Their children want their mothers back and are putting up the money. They hope you will be compassionate enough to let them have their mothers. Of course, you would make a reasonable profit."

"Well, there are a couple things to consider there, Larry. I'm sure you know Laura Hebert signed those women over to me, so anything I get from their sale could be considered a reasonable profit. But I'd still expect a decent price. I have plans for those women. I'm curious where their children would get that kind of money," I said.

"Well, they would be using their mother's slave estates," Larry explained. "I was going to contact you before now, but had to do some research to see how it could be done to navigate legal pitfalls." I asked what legal pitfalls.

"Using a slave's own estate to buy him or her back is carefully monitored and has a series of legal procedures and conditions to go along. The slave is essentially buying himself or rather he becomes an asset of his own estate. Of course, legally his child or significant other is the owner of record. But abuse of the system can lead to somebody fraudulently attempting to steal the slave's estate," Larry said. "That has been a problem in the past so now there are restrictions in place."

He began his explanation. "Imagine a married man who has a significant amount of property finds himself enslaved. His marriage is of course dissolved upon his enslavement and his wife gets her half of the community property. Then she wants to buy her former husband using his half of the property or what is now his slave estate. She claims she doesn't have enough money on her own but she wants to keep the family intact. The slave, of course, is agreeable as he wants to be reunited with his family. After a short time, the wife decides she no longer wants him around, perhaps because she already had a lover or whatever. She turns around and sells the slave and pockets the proceeds. His estate was drained to buy him and she turns that into her cash. In effect she has stolen his estate. Maybe the man also has a skill or profession so he could be worth a sizable amount if sold to the right buyer who wants to collect his salary. She makes an even bigger profit."

"That actually happened here a few years ago. The wife wanted her dear husband and convinced the powers that be to allow her to use her husband's estate to buy him. They had teenage children and she claimed she wanted to keep the family intact as much as possible. He was a key man to the business where he worked but instead of maintaining the family, she quickly sold to him to his former boss for a pretty good sum. It turned out she was cheating on him anyway and her lover didn't want the man around, just his money. It was a mess to clear up." I asked how it turned out. Larry chuckled, "The man's slave estate was reimbursed for the full amount that had been taken plus a little. The former wife was convicted of fraud for her scam despite her claim she didn't understand the requirements. She'd neglected to pay attention the part where she has to keep the slave or reimburse his estate plus a reasonable percentage because estates of any size are invested." Larry shook her head. "The quick turnaround disproved her claim she was intent on reuniting her family. She was just focused on his money. As it turned out she wound up enslaved for longer than her ex-husband."

"My problem this past week was to investigate if one of Alecia's kids could buy both her and Candace using a combination of both their slave estates. That would only be a problem if you asked for more than Alecia's slave estate could cover." Larry finished.

"This is complicated by one woman's kid buying the women using slave estate assets. Estate asset funding is usually restricted to only the slave herself. The women made it quite clear they would prefer to stay together. In fact, they were quite adamant. I was hoping to appeal to your good nature."

"I was thinking you might accept an inflated price for one slave and then almost give the second away," Larry continued. "If possibly we could combine the slave estates, you might even be induced to sell Lana Perkins as well."

"I see what you are saying. The combined slave estates pay that inflated price you mentioned for Allie and Candi, and I throw in Lana as lagniappe," I said. Larry nodded.

I smiled, acting more benevolent than I felt. "There are a couple problems with that idea," I said. "First, I am not inclined to sell any one of those three women anytime soon. And I would especially not want to sell them to one of their children effectively negating their slavery. They'd live as essentially free women. I want to see them punished for what they did to Laura Hebert not just impinge their freedom a bit."

"Secondly, their children do not have the money to buy much of anything on their own. They'd certainly not be able to support three slaves. They will probably not be left with much more in their trust than they need to support themselves while they finish college, only whatever is required by law. And those women will have nothing in their slave estates. I doubt with all their combined resources, they could pay the transfer fee for their mothers let alone a decent purchase price," I offered.

Larry stared at me in bewilderment. I continued, "Apparently, you haven't heard yet. I understood you would get a call at some point. You might not have been notified already since the authorities are not pressing charges against Allie nor Candi. But since she is handling their estates, I'm sure Anita has received a message that virtually their entire estates are in the process of being confiscated. She might not have had the chance to check with her office yet. I know she has had other things on her mind."

"Speaking of that, I hope you did not go to the Slave Shop to have Anita fitted for that chastity belt yet. That would be almost five hundred dollars wasted. But Mr. Bergeron is a friend of mine so I might be able to talk him into letting you return it. But for something intimate like that, there would be a stiff restocking fee. He'd have to sell the belt as used." As I talked, Larry stared at me, his eyes almost bugging out.

He began to stutter. I held up my hand and smiled. "Why don't you call Anita and have her join us? It will save my having to tell the story twice."

Numbly, Larry Orville did as I asked. While we were waiting, I held up my empty coffee cup and asked for another. I was having a good time. Part of me felt bad for the man, but another part felt he deserved at least a little of what I was doing to him. He hadn't stood up to his wife's bullies which I personally found unforgivable. Then again, I had been bowled over by a few devious women who came very close to taking me down. My alternating thoughts came to a stop as I watched his ashen face. I decided to relieve a little of the tension.

"Larry, I've been where you are," I said. "In a rough place not of your own making and feeling overwhelmed. Lost with seemingly no hope as you watch your world crash down around you. Somebody stepped up and saved me. I am offering you my help now." He nodded numbly, trying to understand.

Anita froze when she came through the conference room door to find me sitting there. She knew who I was and she knew I had to recognize her from the video I'd seen in Allie's home office. "He knows," Larry stated. "How, I have no idea, but he does." He turned to me. "When did you realize Anita was my wife?"

Anita almost collapsed into one of the chairs at the conference table where we sat. I heard a distinct thud as her bottom hit the chair. I stifled my amusement. She was already belted.

I answered honestly. "From the day of the confrontation between you lawyers and the prosecution a week ago last Friday. I was with the investigators when they opened and inspected that safety deposit box in Baton Rouge. I saw an envelope marked Orville, so I made copies of the contents. We left it there, just like we did the other drives showing the edited videos of the rape that were supposed to prove everything consensual. I'd seen the rape videos already. And there were no new ones. I heard you'd snarfed the videos of your wife when you retrieved the ones Lana and Allie sent you to get."

"How did you identify the woman on the video?" Larry asked. I told him Lou Player knew the woman and told me. "Another person, knows?" he moaned. I assured him she did not watch much of the video, just a few moments but enough to identify the woman.

"As of right now, she does not know what the videos revealed. I did not even watch them for several days. Not until well after I'd seen the video Allie showed us both in her office. But I knew full well at that time Anita was your wife."

"Why didn't you say anything from the beginning?" Larry asked. "Some of those first videos were not really sexual. Well, not from what you could see. Others were pretty bad."

"To be quite frank, I was more than a little pissed off you presented yourself as Lana's lawyer without asking me. You seemed Hell bent to defend her, and since Lou said you were doing a good enough job to satisfy the courts, I let it go. The outcome of that trial would not affect my ownership anyway. Like I said, I didn't watch the video until much later. I am guessing the actions were not as benign as they appeared. Anita simply sat at a table and confessed to embezzling money from the Krewe of Aphrodite. Well, until the end when she was bent over and spanked," I added.

"They were not even remotely benign," Anita stated bitterly. "I was in horrible pain. I had toys inserted in my vagina and rectum that were stretching me terribly. I'd been paddled and switched repeatedly before I made that confession. And I'm guessing you know that confession was coerced. They coached me and scripted what I would say. I'd been shown the evidence against me and knew it was solid even if it was fake, so I knew better than protest when the camera was on. Those videos did not show I was sitting there naked from the waist down."

"I wondered at the time if you'd really taken money and was caught and then blackmailed," I asked.

Anita's vehement response gave me my answer and didn't surprise me in the least. "I never took so much as a dime! That bitch, Alecia, framed me. She had somebody alter the ledger several times to make it appear that a thousand bucks or so had been taken and then returned. Enough to be a felony each time. In the end the amounts balanced out, but in between, it looked like I was repeatedly embezzling and then returning money. Even Larry agreed, it was irrefutable proof and I would be convicted based on that."

My comment, "maybe" did not sit well at all with either Orville. Larry stated he examined it carefully and the evidence as presented was enough to convict and have Anita enslaved for multiple counts of felony embezzlement. I knew his next comment would be to remind me he was a lawyer so I held up my hand to stop him.

"Oh, I'm not saying the proof of a crime wasn't there. I'm saying the evidence itself might not be irrefutable," I said. "I think I can prove Anita was framed." Both Orvilles were now very interested. "I'm curious why Allie and Candi would go to all that effort to target you in the first place. I know they like to control others but they seemed to go to extremes in your case."

Anita blushed. "We had a petty disagreement about something for the Krewe and Allie insulted me. Later, I made some comments about cheerleaders. Well, more than comments. Candi caught me acting out a parody in front of several women in the Krewe. It was of a bimbo cheerleader wondering where she left one of her pom poms. It was stuck down in her panties and the clueless cheerleader wondered why her clit was tickled so much when she wiggled her ass. I danced and twerked, orgasming as I cheered. Candi took major exception knowing it was directed at her and Allie. They decided to teach me a lesson about showing them proper respect."

I asked her when this happened. "Almost fourteen months ago," Anita answered dejectedly. "Even after they admitted I'd been punished for that initial disrespect, the three decided that, as an inferior troll, I should continue to serve them until they tire of me. I can't do a thing to stop them. Even though now they are all slaves, I still have to do what they say. Their control is that tight."

"Even making you wear 'punishment panties'," I offered. "and ordering you to lock yourself into a chastity belt."

Anita gasped and could not control her tears. "You even know about that?" I told her not much happened in my household I didn't know. "I was raw last Wednesday night. I could barely ease those knots out. I have to do what they say or all the incriminating videos they have will be released. Even if I am not enslaved for embezzlement, I'll never be able to live down what I've done for them, or rather let them do to me."

"How did you know I'm locked in a chastity belt?" Anita asked. I told her it is difficult for a woman locked in one to sit on a wooden chair without making a distinctive noise. I heard similar sounds nightly at my dinner table. "I bought the belt Saturday knowing Alecia or Candace would call this morning to check. I was afraid that even if I could not take them the keys, they'd demand a picture as visual proof. I told the man at the Slave Shop my husband wanted it for a little kinky sex play. He was nice enough not to embarrass me any further and just showed me how to adjust the fit. It was so embarrassing. I didn't have that much cash on hand so I used a credit card, so he knows my name."

"You've endured this treatment for fourteen months?" I asked incredulously. I turned to Larry, "And you did nothing? You did not seek help and just let it go?"

He turned red but I could see his anger was not directed at me. "I had no idea Anita was being forced until a few weeks ago, just before Candace and Alecia were arrested for that rape. Oh, I knew Anita had a relationship with those women, but thought it was completely consensual role-play."

I must have had a baffled expression because he sat back and began to explain. "I assume you know about the Krewe's activities at those garden parties where the women gather to use slave girls." I nodded. "I'm also sure it would not surprise you to learn that some of the free women like to put themselves into the role of slave girl at times. I asked about you and those close to you. Your Lenore role-played with Derek Robichaud and his group for a time. One of my friends, who I'm sure you also know, John Waddsworth, told me he used to role-play with his wife Leanne. She'd be his slave girl at home to earn his permission to attend those garden parties. Then she got stupid and full of herself and wound up really enslaved."

"Neither John nor I really cared if the women played among themselves as long as no men were involved. Yeah, it is a double standard. Cheating is cheating to some, but I let it go if it was with another woman. I know several guys who think along the same line." I didn't tell him about my house rules.

John continued, "Well, Anita would come home occasionally worse the wear. She tried to hide it for a long time, but she'd avoid sex because she was too sore. Her butt and thighs would be red and showing obvious signs of being spanked." Anita began to protest he was telling too much of their private business. "Shut up!" he snapped. "You did it, you own it. Bas here has already seen at least one video of you performing." To me he said, "It is funny but the free women made an issue of keeping their pubes as a status symbol. Some bullshit thing of being free to choose rather than like a slave. Anita's went from a trimmed vee to a landing strip then seemingly overnight to none. You haven't have had any at all for a while now, have you?" he asked his wife. She shook her head and mumbled "I'm not allowed any until they let me go."

"Anyway, what I'd thought was role-play that I allowed but did NOT like was really her subjugating herself and allowing herself to be abused. I had no inkling how bad it was until Lana Perkins was enslaved for her activities with Applegate. Perkins had her own attorney but Alecia and Candace came to me to demand I approach you and broker a deal for them to buy Perkins."

"I'd done work for them before like their trust funds for their kids and again some property work after their most recent divorces. But now they acted like they owned me. Alecia told me of course they'd pay for my time but I'd do it or Anita would suffer. I started to get mad and tell them to leave. Alecia turned to Anita and said, 'Strip, bitch!' Anita begged her not to do it that way and we could all sit and talk and all Alecia did was snap her fingers. Damned, if Anita didn't stand up and obey without another word. Even while crying, she dropped her clothes on the floor, put her hands behind her back and spread her legs. Alecia told me Anita was her pet and if I didn't want everybody to know, I'd do what I was told."

"This was just about two weeks ago. Candace explained they were trying other avenues to convince you to sell Lana as well, but if I didn't want Anita exposed for the little slut she was, I'd get onboard." Larry shook his head and glared at Anita who sat with her head down, silent tears rolling down her cheeks.

"You can bet Anita and I had a long talk after that. She showed me copies of the files showing she had embezzled money. I knew enough to be able to see the records showed she was playing fast and loose with one of the Krewe's larger activity funds. I even saw an edited video of her confessing. I knew Anita never gambled much. Sure, we'd both go over to one of the Indian casinos a time or two a month and I'd play a little blackjack while she played the slots. If we lost a few hundred dollars each that was a lot. No where near the thousand dollars at a time she admitted to on the video."