"Get her in the plane," Freddie Eel ordered.
Hands grabbed Elaine. She was manhandled up some stairs and into a seat. Once in the seat, her boots were stripped off and one of her ankles was cuffed to the metal seat leg. Elaine sat there in the dark for a few minutes. She felt the engines rev and the plane speed down the runway and into the air.
Her snowmobile helmet was removed and she found herself looking into the dark, appraising eyes of Freddie Eel.
"You are my slave now," he said matter of factly. "We are on the way to Mo-fucking-non Indi-fucking-ana to register your pretty little ass to me. None of these side trips or processing delays. I'm not even going to let anyone fuck you until we get there. We are doing this right."
"How did," Elaine started but Freddie slapped her cheek.
"I didn't say you could talk," he reprimanded her. A cruel smile crossed his face. "Just so you know, I provided your former owner with some services and you were part of the payment. You were an asset to be traded. I have no interest in owning you for any length of time. I'll have some fun with you after the ink dries on your paperwork, then sell you and be on my way."
He opened a can of beer and looked Elaine up and down. "I could enjoy being in the slaving business. I got a hefty profit on Kristy when I sold her. Boy, you should have seen her jump when I fucked her in the ass. If I had known she'd never taken it in the ass before, I would have saved it, much higher profit for an anal virgin. I know you've taken it in the ass before, so I'm not worried about that."
Elaine tried to digest what was happening to her. Sam was dead, and Roy and Hunter had given her to Freddie Eel. She felt abandoned and betrayed and very alone. Everyone she thought cared about her was either dead or had sold her out.
"Just so you know," Freddie continued. "I don't have anything really against you, Elaine. I don't blame you for Faybio getting killed."
Elaine thought that that was very generous of him, especially considering she was getting raped by J.J. a thousand miles away when it happened.
"But, I like fucking slaves and I enjoy seeing slaves hurt," he slapped her face for the hell of it. "I like having power over beautiful women."
Elaine returned his gaze but said nothing.
"Rest up," Freddie told her as he went to the front of the plane, "you're gonna need it."
Elaine defiantly stared out the window. She was certainly having her share of adventure, not all of it good. Syd promised more and Elaine believed he would try his best to deliver. Amanda had begun this whole ordeal for her and she did not even want to think about Anna and J.J. It was all too big and Elaine could not deal with it right now. Sometime later, when things calmed down and she was safe, she might be able to let it all out and work through it, but not now and not here.
Elaine sighed bitterly and did her best to bury it all.
Off to be owned and sold, she thought. No chance for escape this time, this was probably going to be it. It would be nice to have some closure and an end to all of the uncertainty, though. She hoped whomever her next master would be would be a good master. She just had to get through whatever Freddie was going to do to her aching body.
Elaine shifted in her seat. She wanted to stretch out her leg, but the cuff would not let her, as if she could go anywhere on the plane. Her snowmobile clothes were hot, but since she had nothing on beneath them, she wasn't about to take them off. Besides, she was warm and snug, and so tired. It didn't take long for Elaine to fall deeply asleep.
They refueled once on the way, somewhere cold and white, but they did not let Elaine off to see where. She never saw much of the pilot and co-pilot, just Freddie.
They landed again somewhere cold and white. Freddie told her they were as close to Monon as they could get with the plane. Elaine was taken off the plane and into a small building that passed as the terminal. There was a car waiting with a tough looking guy that Elaine had learned to recognize as muscle. He was a big black man Freddie greeted as Zed. Zed intrigued her. She had never been fucked by a black man before. She had certainly heard the legends about the size of their cocks, but after Sam and Syd, nothing really scared her. She almost wished she could see the contrast of his black cock and her white body, but realized it would probably happen soon enough.
She was stripped of her warm clothes by Zed. She was expecting to be raped right there, but instead Freddie opened the door and came in. He was carrying a small duffel bag and Elaine was learning to fear people carrying bags. Elaine was puzzled that Zed was all business and did not even grope her once.
"Let's get the right look for you," Freddie said. He cuffed her hands behind her back and put on a new collar. Elaine sighed wearily as he produced a pair of nipple clamps and attached them, taking a moment to play with her breasts and nipples as he did. Finally, he bent her over a chair, gave a quick squirt of lube and rammed a metallic buttplug up her ass.
Freddie stepped back and admired his work.
"You're a good looking piece of ass," he complimented her. "One more thing," Freddie took out a ball gag and put it in her mouth. Elaine was aware that this was very much like how Hunter had prepared her. Freddie hooked a leash to the collar, wrapped a blanket around her and led her out to a car. The cold, biting wind of the flat Indiana winter bit into her despite the blanket.
The car was a big Lincoln sedan Freddie had arranged to be here. Freddie rode shotgun, Zed drove. She was in the back seat by herself. Between having her hands cuffed behind her back, the nipple clamps getting caught on the seatbelt, the feel of leather under her bare ass or the piece of metal in her ass, Elaine was not very comfortable.
She was also not too comfortable by being Freddie Eel's slave, either. She knew it would not be long and then she would be bought and sold. She supposed that it was good to get back into the safety of the Association system, but she would rather be owned by someone else.
The only other time Elaine had been in Monon it had been summer and the corn was high and green. Now it was grey and snowy. Nothing seemed alive or welcoming, there were no evergreens or mountains to play on. This type of winter was just something that one had to endure if you were unfortunate enough to live here.
Elaine was still trying to accept her reality. Sam was dead, Roy and Hunter had given her to Freddie as part of a deal. As soon as they reached the Association office, she was going to be the property of Freddie Eel and subject to his whims. He would sell her and someone else would get to do whatever they wanted to her. She was completely without roots or a tie to anything right now. All that mattered was her body and the pleasure it would bring to whomever ended up owning her.
It was about a fifteen minute drive to the farmhouse that held the Association Headquarters. The two lane paved county road was just as flat as Elaine had remembered it, but now the winter wind buffeted the car. They pulled into the driveway and stopped the car.
