(Please note, the previous chapter needs to be read to make sense of this one.)
Conclusion
Roger was driving to a family friends home, in his father's car. Hollie sat quietly next to him. She had a lot to think about. Yesterday morning she had been preparing to escape Roger, and nearly succeeded. Unexpectedly she found him at home, where they had played at being master and slave. It had become more than a game over the weeks, until she was deeply immersed in the role.
It had affected her thinking so much, as soon as she saw him, an overwhelming compulsion had her prostrate at his feet. She just couldn't help submitting to him, as his pathetic slave girl.
Hollie was deep in thought, over the latest shock he had landed her with.
She had been a professional teacher, building a career and a life, yet this young man had stolen everything away. Without asking he had submitted her resignation, terminated the lease on the apartment, and put her belongings in storage. More than that, he had moulded her self-image, making her dependent upon him. This young boy now owned her as a slave. She was his sex pet, to be toyed with, and humiliated in his sordid games.
Knowing how thoroughly ensnared in his games she had become, was frightening. His latest announcement put her mind in a whirl of anguish. He had decided to marry her! At first she thought it to be just a passing whim. He didn't ask her, it was an order; she was to marry him!
Nathanial, the man they were visiting, had married a slave, and that is where Roger got the idea. Rather than a romantic gesture, it showed how determined he was to keep her enslaved. A part of her, the weak person that needed to be humiliated, wanted it. At a wedding she could declare to the world she belonged to him. It was very worrying, realising she was being coerced into submitting so completely.
"Come in," Nathanial gruffly spoke. Settled into the leather chair behind his desk, he scowled at Roger and Hollie. She was squatting at Roger's feet, as a slave should. He dismissed her as being too lowly for consideration, and focused his attention on Roger, waiting for an explanation.
Roger had phoned Nathanial to give an outline of what happened. He wasn't looking forward to the encounter, but it had to be faced. His slave had been abused while staying in this man's home, and she had exacted a terrible vengeance upon his wife and daughter. On top of that, they didn't know where the two women had been sent. There was nothing he could do, except recount everything Hollie had told him.
"Well!" Nathanial stolidly commented. He pursed his lips, and made a spire of his fingertips. As a diplomat he was used to hiding his emotions, and examining situations dispassionately, though this rocked him to the core.
"I know the two best pony-girl trainers, so it won't take long to establish where my wife and daughter are. After what you have recounted, it seems I can hardly admonish you for having an unruly slave. I seem to have overestimated my daughters ability as a mistress. I shall put that down to an indulgent fathers mistake," Nathanial sighed.
"It's almost a just retribution, almost. Angela will learn some discipline, which has obviously been lacking. I still find it shocking to find my wife and daughter have been sent for pony-girl training. You know how sever such training is? Not much harm could come to them in just a couple of days, though I'm sure they are suffering," he mused.
He was angry at his wife, which was who he meant by, 'a just retribution', rather than his daughter. Angela wasn't to blame for letting two of her young friends take her mother. Rachael was experienced enough to handle the situation, and avoid what happened. It would have been terribly humiliating for her to be fucked by two young boys, in front of her daughter. All the more so, that she knew their mothers so well.
Nathanial guessed she would have enjoyed every minute of her humiliation, and could imagine how excited she had become. He had been too lax at home, while concentrating on his political work. It would do them both good to receive a few days hard discipline.
Roger was glad Nathanial was taking it so well. His father would have hit the roof, then him. As a diplomat the man was used to hiding his feelings. Did that mean he was seething inside, ready to wreak havoc with Hollie and him?
"There is a problem. These training establishments are expensive. To ask for them back now, would mean incurring a cancellation fee, which I don't have. I certainly don't have the full training cost for two pony-girls," he scowled at Roger.
Was this a ploy to get him to admit what had happened to his father? Roger hated that idea more than being here, before this powerful man. He knew the house well, having visited parties and official functions with his parents. It was decorated in the height of fashion, and the man lived well. Perhaps that was it, he lived too well.
"You can imagine the difficult position this puts me in. The sale of one fully trained pony-girl would more than pay for the training of both. How could I possibly let my daughter be sold in a specialist auction. It doesn't bare thinking about. My wife, as you now know is a slave, and could be legitimately sold in an auction. We have been married for a long time, so that too would be unbearable," he stated.
Roger could see the facade cracking. Nathanial was talking about his family, trying to remain professional, though feelings were too overpowering to hide. Roger was sensible enough to keep quiet, letting him talk it through, wondering what he had in mind.
"When fully trained a pony-girl is absolutely obedient to her master. My wife in the hands of a rival political faction, or a foreign diplomat, could be used against me. My ability to negotiate would be compromised," he said.
The voice wavered and he wrung his hands, revealing the simple logic covered deep emotions. Roger felt sorry for him, deepening his guilt, despite not being a part of the plot.
He imagined the man being entertained by a rich foreigner, where his wife and daughter were trotted out, as part of the entertainment. As obedient pony-girls they would submit to their owners whims, ready to perform the direst perversions. Their owner might offer them to another guest, to use and abuse, just to push Nathanial into line with what he wanted.
"My father could help," Roger blurted out.
Nathanial looked at him, as though surprised at seeing him there. He straightened himself up, pulling himself together.
Eventually Nathanial agreed. Roger's father was in Europe, in control of the London office of an American bank. He was also an old family friend. Roger promised to soften him up, by admitting it was his slave who got them into this mess. He left Roger in his study, to talk privately with his father.
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Nathanial took Hollie to the kitchen, and introduced her to Rachael. "This is my temporary kitchen slave. Look after slave Cindy, slave Fanny," he ordered.
