Slave Camp: Jim

Authors Note: Thanks again to Gamblnluck for allowing me to play in his Slave Camp universe. Also, thanks for Gamblnluck, Harga and Sigmanfraud for their feedback.

All characters involved with any sexual activity are 18 or older. All of my works on this site are copywritten by CurrentParameter and may only be reused with permission.

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Chapter 22 -- Unfortunate choice in girlfriend

Sitting in a jail cell, charged with slave neglect and slave abuse, was not how I planned my Wednesday night to turn out. I could have been sitting there thinking of myself, but I worried more about the girls. Jennifer specifically.

I just wish that I had never met Patty.

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Three months earlier, we had just completed a network and computer upgrade at the Breaux and Hebert Law firm. They specialized in corporate law. I was talking with Jean Breaux, giving him the rundown of what we did and how that would improve the functionality and security of their network, when one of the best-looking women I have ever seen walked in. Blonde, maybe 5 foot 6, wearing what looked like a dress that probably cost more than most women spend in a year on clothes, but it ensured that all of her parts were highlighted in all the right ways.

Jean must have noticed my distraction when he cleared his throat and regained my attention. I apologized, and he responded. "Not to worry, my daughter seems to have that effect on people." He then turned to his daughter to make the introductions. "Patty, this is Jim Fontenot. He owns the company that has been doing the computer upgrades here. Jim, this is the cause of all my stress in life. My daughter Patty."

Patty put her hand out for me to take. I thought it was to shake my hand, so I extended mine. However, when she grabbed it, she proceeded to greet me the French way and kissed me on each cheek.

"Pleased to meet you," she said.

I was a bit stunned and took a few seconds before responding. She quietly giggled when I finally responded, "Pleased to meet me; I mean, you as well."

"So, you understand all this computer stuff, but you are far too handsome to be a computer geek," she said.

"Well, you need to understand them but also know how to run the business side," I responded. "And what do you do?"

"Well, my job is to keep my father on his toes." She responded.

Jean just rolled his eyes, hugged her, and said, "You certainly do ma poupette."

Patty looked back at me. She looked like she was sizing me up momentarily but turned back to her father. "Daddy, Mama wanted me to remind you of tonight's charity event. To make sure you aren't late again."

Jean rolled his eyes again. "Well, tell your mama that I haven't forgotten and will be leaving soon for home to get ready. Now you go and get ready yourself. I know you women take hours."

She giggled, reached up, and kissed her father on the cheek. "I have to be going now." She looked back at me on her way out. "And maybe we will see you again, Jim."

My eyes followed that perfect ass that was on top of the sexiest set of legs that I had ever seen. I quickly brought myself back to earth. She is way out of my league.

The next day at dinner, François and Annick joined Lisa, the girls, and me.

Annick started with a big grin, "So I hear that you met Patty Breaux the other day."

I saw Lisa roll her eyes, and before I could respond, Jennifer asked. "Who is Patty Breaux?"

I responded. "She is the daughter of a client we were doing system upgrades for."

Lisa butted in. "She's trouble."

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"She's 26, hasn't worked a day in her life, and seems to have left a trail of broken men in her wake," Lisa growled.

Annick laughed. "She isn't that bad. She and her mother do a lot of good work for charity. I am on a woman's shelter board with her mother. Are you sure you aren't jealous because she's straight, so not interested in you?"

Lisa snorted. "Yeah, I wouldn't mind getting under that dress, but I'm not interested in the younger generation of the Real Housewives of Beverly Hills types."

Susanne asked, "Is she good-looking?"

Lisa laughed. "I'm sure Jim was picking his jaw up from the floor."

I laughed. "I wasn't that bad....well, almost." I turned to Annick. "How do you know I was introduced to her?"

Annick responded. "She and her mother, Brenda, have been asking around about you. It sounds like there is some interest in you."

Lisa said. "You mean in Jim being the next notch on her high heels?"

Annick looked at me. "I don't think so. The questions are a bit different this time."

I just shook my head. I looked at everyone around the table. I smiled at everyone. "I think I like my life as it is right now."

How little did I know?

A week later, the call came. A charity function was coming up, and Patty asked if I would like to accompany her. At first, I was going to say no, but then I realized there was no harm in being with a beautiful woman, and maybe there were contacts to be made to grow my business.

She told me it was a black-tie affair. I told her that I didn't have a tux, so she put me in contact with her father's tailor. I almost choked when I saw the cost of the tux, but it was too late to back down.

I had a wonderful time, made some contacts, and danced the night away with Patty. She never let me out of her sight all evening. At the end of the evening, she dropped me off at my house in her father's limo. Before I left the car, she gave me a smoldering kiss and said she looked forward to our next date. I guess we were now dating.

Things were going well. After a few dates, I spent the night at her place. The sex was amazing, and everything under those expensive dresses was 100% natural. I even heard that her mother, who was in her mid-fifties but looked in her early thirties, hadn't had any work done. I guess they are blessed with good genes.

She also spent some nights at my place.

The only bone of contention seemed to be the girls. It wasn't something specific that she said or did with them but how she acted around them. Or actually, how she didn't act with them. She completely and totally ignored them like they weren't even there. She engaged with Lisa, but when one of the girls tried to add something to the conversation, she acted like nothing had been said.

Eventually, I had to ask her.

Patty said, "They are slaves, lower than servants. I don't know why you eat meals with them or even engage with them."

I think, deep down, I knew the relationship wouldn't last, but I was still under her spell at the time, and really, away from the house and the girls, she was amazing to be around.

However, all good things must come to a screeching halt sometimes. That happened tonight.

Lisa and I had to go to a neighborhood business association meeting. It wasn't going to be a long meeting; there was a brief presentation on some areas for improvement that we wanted to see.

Patty said she would wait for me at the house. I asked her if she had a slave license, as I didn't want to leave the girls alone in the house. She showed me her license, and I told her to keep an eye on them, but if there are issues, I am the only one who can discipline them. We would only be gone for about an hour.

Lisa and I then left for our meeting.

After the meeting, Lisa and I arrived home, but no one was on the first floor. Then we heard a muffled scream from the basement. We rushed to the basement and dungeon to find Patty hitting Jackie with a riding crop. Jackie was tied to the St. Andrews cross. Susanne was tied to the bondage bench and had red stripes on her ass and her back. Julie was in the bondage frame and had red stripes on her breasts, and worst of all, Jennifer was unconscious on the ground. She looked like she had been beaten.

"What the hell is going on here?" I yelled. Meanwhile, Lisa checked on Jennifer and called 911.

Patty stopped, looked at me, and smiled. "I'm putting these girls in their place. You need to learn the proper way to treat slaves. They were getting way too familiar with you."

I heard Lisa asking 911 for the police and an ambulance, and I needed to get Patty away from the girls while Lisa tended to them before she could do more harm.

I said calmly, "Well, why don't you put down the riding cop and come upstairs, and we can talk about it."

She looked at the riding crop, "But this is a present for you. I came down here one day and noticed that you didn't have anything that could get their attention, so I bought this for you."

"Thank you," I said, taking it from her and setting it on a table. I nodded to Lisa, and the look she gave me said that she would look after the girls. I needed to get Patty out of there.

I sat beside Patty on the couch. "Why do you think things are not correct here? I think that things were working pretty well. The girls were happy, and I was happy. Also, how did you get a key to that room?"

She looked at me. "Oh, the key was easy. When you were over one night, I had the maid take your keys and had duplicates made. You were eventually going to give me the keys to your place anyhow. As to the slaves, why do you care if they are happy? They are slaves." She then hugged me and kissed me. "Don't worry, I will show you how things should work. When we are married, we won't need them, and you can sell them off."

I just stared at her for a bit but hugged her. I knew that what she did could fall into the range of slave abuse, so I wanted her here when the police arrived. I guess Lisa also called François and Annick, as they came rushing in. I nodded to the basement stairs, and Annick rushed down there while François stayed with Patty and me.

I mouthed the word "police" to him and then nodded towards Patty.

A few minutes later, the police and the EMTs arrived. The police quickly assessed the situation, and as the EMTs tended to the girls, specifically to Jennifer, they talked to Patty, Lisa, and me. Patty was fully forthcoming about what she did, and she was surprised when they put her in handcuffs and arrested her for Slave Abuse.

I explained to them that she had shown me a Slave Owner's License, but they explained to me that she said she didn't have one and then arrested me for Slave Abuse as well.

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So now I sit in a jail cell waiting, not knowing how the girls are doing and waiting for likely a long-term judicial slavery sentence. But I was sure that Patty showed me a Slave Owner's License.

I did manage to get a little sleep, but Detective Katherine Douglas and François woke me up in the morning. She asked me to come with her.

We went to an interrogation room.

The detective started. "François got a copy of your home video feed, which shows everything from the time before you left the house to when you came back. It shows everything that Patty did. Now, the charges against you hinge on one thing. In the video, it shows that Patty showed you a Slave Owner's License, but our records show she doesn't have one. As a matter of fact, she has a 20-year ban from having one due to an incident she had with a slave several years ago when she was attending a private school."

I was shocked. "But she showed me a License. She had it in her wallet."

Katherine looked at me and looked at François. "Please wait for a few minutes."

She left the room. I turned to François. "How are the girls?"

"Jackie, Julie, and Susanne are OK. They have a lot of marks on them from the riding crop, but the Doctors say there is no permanent damage, and they will be healed in a couple of weeks. Jennifer is another story. She has a concussion and a couple of broken ribs."

I was stunned. "Why was Patty so hard on her?"

François paused for a minute. "I have watched the video. Patty ordered the girls to the basement and tied up Jackie, Susanne, and Julie to the apparatuses in your dungeon. She ordered Jennifer to help her. Once the other girls were helpless, she started to yell at Jennifer. Patty started to yell things like 'I see the way you look at him.', and 'You will never have him. He is mine!'. Then she started to punch Jennifer. Jennifer was either too stunned or realized what would happen to her if she fought back, but eventually, she tripped and fell to the floor. Patty then started to kick her. Both in the head and in the ribs. After a few blows to the head, Jennifer stopped moving, but Patty kept kicking her."

I started to cry. How could I have brought her into my house?

François continued. "The other girls were yelling at Patty to stop. They eventually got her attention, and she then turned her attention to them. She left the room and then came back with her bag. She pulled the riding crop from the bag and started to beat them. You arrived about 15 minutes later."

I was shocked. "What have I done? How could I have let her into my house?"

François patted my hand. "There is no way you could have known. If Annick had known what Patty was like, she would have told you and put a stop to your relationship."

By this time, Katherine had returned to the room and put a card on the table. "Is this what she showed you?" she asked.

I took a look at the card, and it was the Slave Owner's License card that Patty had shown me. "That is the card that she showed me."

"She had it buried in a secret pocket in her wallet. Well, this is a first for me," she said. I looked at her, questioning. "This is the first counterfeit Slave Owner's License I have ever seen. They are so easy to get that there isn't a reason to have a fake one."

I finished. "Unless you are banned from having one."

"Yes." She said. She paused. "OK. Based on what I saw on the video and the presence of this counterfeit license, there was no reason for you not to have trusted to leave the slaves with her. I am going to recommend that the charges against you be dropped. Give me a few minutes to fill out the paperwork, and we will get you out of here."

I should have been relieved, but I was feeling so guilty about what had happened to the girls that I slumped into my chair. I said, "Thank you, but I still feel responsible for what happened."

Katherine smiled. "Look, you are a nice guy. I get why you feel that way, but from a legal standpoint, you did nothing wrong. Soon, you will be able to go and check on your slaves."

I shook her hand and thanked her again, and she left the room. A few minutes later, I was free to go. I collected my things and asked François to take me to the hospital.

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At the hospital, when I arrived at Jenifer's room, Lisa, Jackie, Julie, and Susanne all ran to me to hug me. I told them that the charges were dropped. I sat beside Jennifer's bed. She was still unconscious. The Doctors didn't think she had any permanent damage but were waiting for her to wake up.

I told the girls, "I am so sorry that my stupidity caused this." The girls assured me that it wasn't my fault. At that point, Jennifer's mother, Mia, arrived.

"You should be sorry. Every bad thing that has happened to my daughter is your fault, " she exclaimed.

I was about to respond when we heard a weak voice behind us. "Mom, Jim. Please stop fighting."

We both turned.

Her mom asked first. "Honey, how are you doing?"

"My head hurts, and my stomach hurts. What happened?" she said.

She turned to look at me. "Jim allowed that slut to hurt you," she said accusingly.

Before I could respond, Susanne leaped to my defense. "It wasn't his fault. It was Patty."

I then spoke up and sadly said, "It was my fault. I should never have left you with her."

When Jennifer first spoke, Lisa stepped out to get a nurse. The nurse and a doctor arrived at this time. They asked us all to leave so they could check her out.

While in the hall, I tried to talk to Mia. "Look, I agree this was 100% on me. I thought that Patty was someone that I could trust. I didn't know she would go off the deep end and punish the girls for no reason. I even specifically told her, after she showed that she had a Slave Owner's License, that if the girls misbehaved, she should wait for me for any disciplinary action."

She still looked very angry at me. I don't think there is anything I could say to get her to be anything to her except the person keeping her daughter from her. "Then why did she do it?"

I sighed. "I don't have all the details, but evidently, she has a 20-year ban from holding a Slave Owner's License." Mia was starting to interrupt, but I held up a hand. "She had a counterfeit Slave Owner's License. Even the Police hadn't seen one before, so there was no way that I could know that she would act like that. As to why she attacked the girls. Based on what she said in the video, she viewed the girls as a threat to our relationship, and she thought I was too nice to them and not putting them in their place as she viewed that slaves should be treated."

At this point, the Doctor and nurse came out.

We asked how she was doing. He said, "We did some tests, and there doesn't appear to be any brain injury. The earlier scans we did were also clear. As her owner, you could take her home now, but I recommend leaving her overnight for observation, and then you can take her home tomorrow."

Mia started to talk, but I interrupted her. "As her owner..." And I glanced at Mia. "I want what is best for her and for her to stay for observation."

I then looked at Mia, and she nodded. The doctor left, and I told Mia. "Look, I know you don't like me, and I don't know if there is anything I could do to get you to like me, but you have to know that I have the best interest in mind for Jennifer and all the girls. Remember, you were her parent when she got arrested in the first place, so you haven't been the perfect model for her either. I could be an asshole and ban you from even being here, but after getting the stink of jail off me with a shower, I plan to spend the rest of today and tonight here by her side. You are free to stay here with her as well, but this is a courtesy. You need to behave yourself."

I didn't get a thank you from her. I didn't expect one, but at least I didn't get any more arguments from her. One more peep and I was sending her home.

I told Lisa and the girls that I would head home for that shower and would be back in an hour. They wanted to stay with Jenifer in the hospital.

After a refreshing shower and some fresh clothes, I returned with some food for Mia and me. I sent everyone else home and told them I would send updates if there were any. I was hoping that some food for Mia would be a peace offering. She thanked me but said nothing else to me for the rest of the day and through the night. We both talked with Jennifer during the day when she felt up to it, but we avoided subjects that we might argue about to keep things peaceful and restful for Jennifer.

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The next morning, Jennifer was released, and we brought her home. I told Mia that she could stay with her during the day.

I heard from François that the trial was planned for Tuesday next week. Since I would likely be offered Patty as compensation if she was found guilty, I had to figure out what I wanted to do with her.

Lisa and I met with François and Annick to figure out what to do.

"I really don't want her around the girls. I won't be able to trust her. However, if I decline her and she goes to auction, her parents will likely outbid everyone, and then she will get no penalty."

François said. "Maybe we could find a place for her where you still have control, but she won't live here."

I thought for a minute. Then, a thought struck me. "I have an idea." I briefed them on my plan.

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I had a nurse come every day on the weekend to check on Jennifer and to monitor all the wounds on her and the other girls from their beating. Mia and the other parents were constant visitors on the weekend, checking on their daughters, but eventually, the girls were able to reassure them all that they were fine and that they were happy to stay with Lisa and me. They also told them this was an aberration and that Lisa and I could be trusted.