Of course Lenore mentioned nothing about choosing to live with Derek and Wanda when she stopped by the office. And nothing was planned to be revealed. Not to the staff anyway. John would probably be let in on the secret before long. Eventually the secret would be revealed of course when the three women were seen leaving and arriving together. But then only where Lenore lived would be known. Nobody would know her role. But for now, all thought it prudent to avoid the issue completely. Derek thought privately about how he would handle Leanne running her mouth. He could sit her down tonight and have a little 'come to Jesus meeting' with the woman. He would not even tell Leanne until then about Lenore's new status. He wanted to give the two the opportunity to have an honest interview. Derek had to go retrieve Leanne and sign her out of slave camp. Wanda could take her from there.
Wanda planned to take both Lenore and Leanne when she dropped Doug off at the Rhino's Horn and maybe let the two women sit and talk there. She would play it by ear and give Leanne the option to go back to the office to give John her opinion directly or she could call him on the phone. She thought the phone call more likely. Fresh out of slave camp Leanne would not be dressed for the office and she was a stickler for professional dress. Wanda also knew the woman did not even like being seen in public without makeup but she would let Leanne make the decision of where they went. She knew little things like that would get her former foe on her side. 'Well', she thought, "foe is the wrong word. She and Leanne had always had a good professional relationship. It was as slave and free woman they had the conflict. She discussed this with Derek who was happy to leave it to Wanda to handle when the time came.
Derek went to the woman's side of the induction center leaving Wanda and Lenore to go to the men's. Rachael was walking out of her office and saw the two women check in. "Hey!" she called. "Here to pick up your camper?" Wanda nodded. "Well, I'll take you back. We had a great time yesterday. All the boys talked about last night when we got home was cutting up those pigs. They want to go on the next hunt. I doubt Derek can fit four of them in the blind safely. But John might be able to let the two boys do the shooting. He's gonna talk to Derek in the next few days. He said maybe they could make hams and sausage out of the next pig or two. The boys were enthused all night, wanting to call Derek right then to talk about it." The three women laughed as they walked down the hall. "Let's see, your boy Doug is 277." Rachael said, explaining to Lenore that here they don't use names, just the last three digits of the slave registry number. She said each slave had his or her number tattooed inside the lower lip. And of course the collar was registered to that number. It was far easier to scan a collar than look in the slave's mouth. Using their number instead of a name also depersonalized the slave and made them easier to control.
Rachael opened the door where the slaves were awaiting pickup. "277, front and center. Present!" she called out as she stepped inside. Wanda followed Rachael into the room with Lenore bringing up the rear. Lenore almost giggled at the sight. Sitting around the room were a dozen naked men. Standing dead center in the room stood her ex-husband, his hands behind the small of his back , legs spread a little more than shoulder width apart. He was nude of course, his cock and balls on full display. She had always thought that a hairless penis would look larger but Doug's appeared shrunken. He saw Lenore and almost lost his composure completely. He stared at her for a second then reached to cover his groin. "Get back into position!" Rachael snapped. He did, fearing the consequences.
Doug trembled as the three women looked him over. "Well you guys can take it from here. Tell Derek thanks again for a great time yesterday. We need to do it again soon." Rachael said.
"You know her?" Doug asked Wanda quietly, obviously disturbed at the revelation.
"Sure, she is a friend of ours. She and her family came over yesterday for a barbecue." Wanda answered. Rachael walked across the small room to talk to the guard. Lenore stepped up to stand to Wanda's left facing her ex-husband almost failing to hide her amusement. Wanda smiled. "Ready to go home? Well back to the Rhino's Horn anyway?" she asked pleasantly.
He did not answer. He was glaring at Lenore. "What the fuck is she doing here?" he growled loudly. "Did you bring her here just to fuck with me?"
"Nope," Lenore answered. "Wanda here is my new boss. Plus I am living with her now. And NOT just as roommates!" she added with a grin. Doug lost his self-control completely.
"You fucking slut!" he yelled, grabbing Lenore by the front of her blouse as he slapped her across the face. He brought back his fist and swung at Wanda. He was slightly off balance as he swung and Wanda turned her head to the left as Lenore staggered against her. That combination saved Wanda's face from being hit straight on. Doug's fist grazed her lower right jaw under the cheek bone. She was still knocked off her feet from the blow. Both women went down. Doug leaned over them, fists clenched, his face full of rage.
The guard had already begun to pull his shock gun at Doug's first exclamation. He pointed it and pulled the trigger.
The shock gun is designed to subdue slaves without needing the code for the individual collar. It was a non-lethal method of controlling slaves all police officers carried. Of course it only worked on collared slaves. It would activate any slave collar in the direction it was pointed for fifty feet to cause the collar to administer a full shock. Doug went down as did four of the slaves who were sitting behind him. They all convulsed and urinated as they fell unconscious. Sensors in the room set off alarms and reinforcements arrived quickly.
Rachael had already helped Wanda to a sitting position and was trying to assess the damage. Wanda was clearly dazed but her jaw did not appear broken. "Son of a bitch!" she cursed loudly. "Let me at him! I'll stomp his nuts flat!" Her eyes streamed tears but she was fully aware of her surroundings.
Rachael was concerned but grinned. "At least it does not appear he broke your jaw. Good thing he did not hit you square. Sit still. We are sending you to the hospital to get checked out." Rachael looked at Lenore who was rubbing her face, as angry as Wanda. Wanda wanted to drive herself but Rachel told her hell no and to sit still. Wanda agreed, saying "Yes, Ma'am"
Later she realized that Rachael's order not only made good sense but her obedience to the command was automatic. Her year of slavery had her conditioned to obey direct commands.
Doug was carted away. The other four shocked slaves were checked and left to recover in place. 'Holy shit!" one exclaimed several minutes later. "That was nothing like the half shock! I don't want to ever get hit like that again. Feels like I got run over by a car!" Wanda wanted to laugh but the throbbing pain in her jaw stopped her. Paramedics arrived and insisted Wanda lie on their stretcher for transport. Lenore was assessed to be ambulatory but was told to ride along and be checked by a doctor.
Derek was immediately alarmed to see the paramedics emerge from the back with Wanda on the stretcher and Lenore following. Rachael explained what had happened. "Where is the asshole now?" he gritted. Rachael told him Doug was probably in jail already. He had been whisked away by her staff.
"He's gonna get his ass handed to him." Rachael said. "Two counts of assault is gonna add enough to his sentence to make it life. Plus he is likely gonna get implanted. Chemically castrated. The judges down here don't play around with violent slaves. I'll bet the guards in the jail whip the piss out of the boy too. They'll do it right in front of the other prisoners as an example of what happens when a slave acts up let alone gets violent. Don't repeat this but I am betting my boys take a few licks just because he acted up on their turf. They won't do it until he is fully awake though so he can appreciate their ...uhhh efforts. But I'll bet money if you ask your boy later, he had his nuts squeezed in the fist of at least one of the guards as the other strapped him." Derek said he was headed to the hospital to check on Wanda. Rachael told him to call her.
Wanda's X-rays showed nothing was broken. The inside of Wanda's cheek was abraded but was not bleeding. Her cheek would bruise but it would have been far worse if the blow had not been slightly deflected. Or if she had been struck in the front of her face.
"Well Leanne, this is Lenore, the woman you were supposed to interview." Wanda said with a smile waiting to get discharged. "I don't really feel like going to the office. The doc offered me pain killers but I'd rather have a drink or three. Derek do you want to go home or to the Rhino's Horn and we drink for free? We need to let Steve know that Doug is not going to be at work tonight." she giggled. She had already been given one pain shot so Derek declared she was too impaired to drive. Lenore could drive Wanda's car. After conferring with the doc, he decided they would stop at the Rhino's Horn since it was on the way home.
Derek had not told Leanne anything about Lenore's status. He let the two go to a separate table to talk. He sat with Steve and Wanda to discuss Doug. "Richard jumped me last summer. He is the guy Sandy is managing in Florida. He got his sentence extended plus the judge was going to order him to get implanted. He said the implant contained female hormones and antidepressants. Supposedly you can still think to work but it calms you right down. Richard told me he'd seen guys turn into zombies and even grow breasts. I wanted him to be able to work and earn money so I got the judge to allow me to decide about getting him implanted. I can do it at any time. If he steps out of line I'll come down on him like a ton of bricks and he knows it. He is busting his ass to keep Sandy happy from what she tells me."
