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   Hello all.  I just thought that I'd warn you.  This is *not* my usual
type of writing and there is no sex in this part.



   The story is not long, but I found it disturbing to write.

   It's a predictable story.  It's cliché and obvious, something I try to
avoid in my writing.  Many of you will not read beyond the beginning.  But
I'm angry and this is a good way, I think, to get that anger out.

   Dark Pen

   The Law

   The thundering sound of the gavel sealed the fate of millions as it
echoed through the court.  There was a great deal of protest and a loud
outcry, but the Christian right had won the greatest victory of the war on
those who opposed them.  Abortion, in any form, was declared murder and
outlawed in the US.  The year was 2006.

   Many cried out that the separation of Church and State had been
shattered, that Religion had triumphed over Reason.  This did no good at
all, and somehow, with the declaration that abortion was murder, those
protestors were thrown in jail for advocating murder.  This had quite a
chilling effect on people wishing to carry on the battle.

   Jon and his new wife Tina were upset.  They didn't advocate abortion,
but the thought that women's rights were being legislated out of existence
made them very unhappy.  Still, it seemed, they were largely unaffected by
the decision, and neither had the desire to cross the law.

   Tina and Jon were a picture perfect couple.  He was tall and blond, very
well built and was quite successful in business.  He had the means to
support a family on just his income, something that was rare in these days
of low wages, artificially bloated heath care costs and sky high taxes.

   Tina was the perfect wife for Jon.  She was tall and also blond,
beautifully built, sparkling blue eyes and a wonderful, infectious laugh.
She was also very intelligent and together they pulled in a healthy income.


   Jon had always wanted a family and he loved Tina more than anything in
the world.  He could think of nothing in life better than raising a small
family with her.  The thought of a daughter, a miniature Tina running
around the house with them made him grin every time.  Tina was younger then
he, now twenty seven to his thirty three.

   They'd been married for four years.  In the first year of their
marriage, Roe vs.  Wade had been overturned by the courts.  Over the next
few years, birth control started to become harder and harder to find. 
Somehow pills and condoms were becoming more expensive, and birth control
pills weren't even covered by health insurance anymore.  More of the not so
subtle influence from the Right.  Jon and Tina had decided to wait a few
years before starting their family, and since birth control was getting so
hard to find, and Jon was now thirty three, they decided that it was time
to start their family.

   Jon couldn't have been happier when Tina announced she was pregnant. 
They were lucky - they could afford good healthcare, thanks to well paying
jobs, and Jon made sure that Tina got the best.  In due course, they
discovered that they'd made a little girl and they went about creating the
perfect room in their house to receive their new child.

   Jon remembered the day his life changed with brutal clarity.  He got the
call at work, at 8:47 am.  As always seemed to happen to him in a crises,
emotion dropped away, allowing for clear thought and decisive action.

   He arrived at the hospital and started to head for Tina's room only to
be waylaid by the doctor.

   "Mr.  Wright?" said the man, approaching Jon.

   "Yes.  Are you the surgeon who operated on my wife and daughter?"

   The doctor hesitated.  Jon was a big man who looked anything but
peaceful.

   "Perhaps," he said trying to steer Jon to a seat, "we should talk for a
moment."

   Jon hesitated for a moment, his heart pounding, then sat with the
doctor.

   "Mr.  Wright, I want to start by saying that I'm sorry.  There is
nothing that I can do for your wife."

   Jon was expecting the man to say this.  If Tina and his daughter were
alright, then he'd be in with them now.

   He swallowed.  "Are they...  still alive?"

   The doctor closed his eyes.  This was going to be very hard.

   "Yes, but I'm afraid not for very long.  Your wife will live for perhaps
a few hours."

   "And my daughter?"

   "Again, I'm sorry." The doctor's lips thinned in anger.  "I wish there
was something I could do.  Your wife hasn't and won't regain
consciousness."

   "Can the baby be saved?"

   The doctor looked even more upset.  "Mr.  Wright, this is complex.  It's
actually because of the baby that your wife is dying.  "

   "What!?"

   The doctor explained, but John only understood that somehow, the
accident had caused damage to his wife that they couldn't repair without
aborting the fetus - which was too young to survive on it's own.  Not only
that, but the fetus was dying as well, albeit more slowly than the mother.
He put his head in his hands, pain wracking his mind.  But there was no
choice.

   In a harsh whisper he said, "Then you'll have to abort."

   The doctor turned gray and said, in a soft voice, "I can't."

   "What do you mean you can't?  You just told me you could save Tina that
way!"

   "I'm not allowed to abort the fetus.  It's against the law.  We don't
even have some of the equipment we'd need anyway - it's been banned."

   Jon had followed the politics of abortion.  Like many Americans he'd
thought that the ban on abortion was bad.  But he'd swallowed it because of
the caveat in the law that said that abortion could still be used if it
would save the life of the mother.  Jon mentioned this to the doctor.

   "That portion of the law was struck down two years ago.  It was done
very quietly.  People tried to raise a fuss, but they were jailed.  My wife
was jailed for protesting it and, in fact, I lost my practice and had to
come work here, in the city, where they were desperate for good surgeons."

   "But...  that's preposterous!  How could they do that?"

   There was nothing the doctor could say.  Silently, he stood and led Jon
to the room where his wife and daughter lay dying.

   She lay quiet, and as beautiful as ever.  It was hopeless, he knew.  The
doctors knew what they were talking about.  At one point someone walked
into the room as he sat there with her hand in his.

   "Are you alright my son?"

   It was a priest.  Jon looked up with a blank stare on his face.

   "No, I'm not alright.  My wife is dying and they won't operate."

   "What do you mean?  Surely they will do everything they can!"

   "No, they won't.  They can't because they'd have to abort the fetus."

   The priest, still with a serene look on his face said, "Ah, I see.  Then
you must accept that it is God's will that they are being called home."

   A wash of cold rage flushed Jon's body turning his blood to ice water.
Something must have shown in his face because the priest took a step back.

   "Is that supposed to be a comfort?" He asked in a low, almost calm
voice.

   "Sometimes, the Lord's ways are..."

   "Get out.  Now.  Unless you'd like to be there when my wife reaches this
heaven you're so fond of."

   The priest left quickly.

   Jon got his cell phone out and made a call.  Never did his hand leave
his wife's.

   Hours later, having done all he could, Jon wept, his head on Tina's
chest and one hand on her belly, tears soaking the sheets.  Her breathing
changed and his head shot up, looking at her face.

   Her eyes were open and she recognized him.

   "Jon, my love," the words were almost too soft to hear.

   "I'm here, Tina, I'm here."

   "It's bad, isn't it?" Her eyes closed.

   "No, love.  You'll be fine, and the baby too."

   She smiled.  "Good.  Soon..." Her faint whisper faded.



   Then alarms began to ring, but only the surgeon he'd spoken to earlier
came in.  He shut them off and walked out, saying nothing.

   Jon was numb.  He knew that later, he'd feel the pain, but not now.  He
stood to walk out to make what ever arrangements he would need for his
wife.

   "...Quit!  You hear?  I'm outta here!  You people can go FUCK
yourselves."

   "Now Robert, these things happen.."

   "Shut UP asshole.  I'm tired of it, all of it." The voice lowered, angry
and menacing.  "You'd better hope your wife or daughter never find's
herself in God's hands."

   "That's blasphemy," came a third voice.

   "And you, the very sight of people like you make me sick.  Now get out
of my way."

   Jon walked around the corner to find the surgeon who'd spoken to him
walking down the hall, his clip board and coat tossed on the floor.  The
priest was there with another man, who was in a suit.  The priest saw Jon
coming and decided that there were other people who needed his counsel. 
The man in the suit stood there, nervously wringing his hands."

   "Mr.  Wright.  I'm sorry for your loss."

   Utterly without emotion, Jon turned his eyes on the man.  "Who are you."

   "I'm the director of the hospital."

   "And why are you here now?"

   "Dr.  Jameson called me down to consult.  I like to be available to my
doctors."

   "Consult on what?"

   The man looked nervous.  "Perhaps, considering your loss, this is a bad
time to speak of it."

   "I see." Jon could make a good guess at why Dr.  Jameson had called this
man.  He let it be.  Now was not the time.

   Several days later, Jon stood at the grave of his wife and daughter.  He
had cried all the tears he was going to in the hospital.  The coldness had
not left, but the pain was seeping through.  He looked up as a man
approached.

   "Jon," he said, offering his hand.  "I'm sorry that I missed the
funeral. But I wanted to wait for the results."

   Jon looked at him.

   "It worked.  At least as far as we can determine."

   "Good," said Jon.  The other man thought he detected a slight break in
Jon's voice.  "I'll let you know where to send them."

   The man nodded and walked away.



   Jon waited a year before setting his final plans in motion.  During that
time there was a great deal of preperation to do.  He started by slowly
sending much of his money out of the country.  He was surprised at how
difficult it was to do, congress had pass so many laws about transferring
money from the country.  But where there was a will, there was a way.

   He found he had a lot of money at his disposal.  He'd sold everything
that he and Tina had owned and rented a small apartment.  They'd already
had a good amount of cash saved up.  Her insurance money, plus the
settlement money from the drunk who'd caused the accident added up to a
tidy sum.  Even after taxes and lawyer fees, he was worth over fifteen
million dollars.

   It was difficult to develop the correct contacts he needed and it cost a
fair amount of money.  But, in the end, it was worth it and he hired
exactly the people he needed.

   In the room stood five men.  Jon and four very large black men.  All of
them were clean, well spoken and looked very civilized.  Jon had searched
hard for these men.  They were not what they seemed.  Well, they were clean
and well spoken, but they were not civilized at all.  At this point,
thought Jon, he wouldn't consider himself to be very civilized either.

   "This place has everything you need.  Once phase one is complete, you
may not leave until the job's done.  Each of you will have the money
deposited in your accounts the day that you walk in here.  There will be a
computer in here with a connection that will allow you to verify it."

   He had set down very strict rules.  But he knew that these men would
follow them.  In their own way, they were professionals.  Plus, they
enjoyed their work.  He had no way and no interest in physically holding
the men here.  Jon could handle himself in a fight, but any one of the four
men would most likely be able to best him.  All four together wouldn't even
be a contest.

   "When will you begin?"

   "Well," said one of the men, "I think that we can have phase one wrapped
up by tomorrow night.  After that, it all depends."

   "That soon, eh?  Good.  Call me when it's complete."

   "You're the boss."

   Jon left and went home.  He reflected on the changes that had occurred
in society since Tina's death.  He supposed that many of them had been
going on before, but now his sensitivity to such things had increased.

   Since 2006, society had gotten much stricter than ever before.  Privacy
was very hard to come by - everything had tracer tags, RFIDs or other
tracking technology in them.  Computers, ISPs, even music CD's, all sent
signals to central databases to help monitor for 'Terrorist' activities. 
They were even talking about chip implants for the general population.  For
health reasons, of course, since the national ID card had proved worthless.


   The war overseas in 2003 had given the government the excuse for the
foundations of these changes.  The American Sheeple had, after the
discovery of just how much biological agent Iraq had, and just how close
they'd been to creating nuclear weapons, begged Congress to protect them.

   Gay rights were gone, and many people who were out about any kind of
alternate sexuality had been driven underground.  Only the big three
religions were tolerated and it was worth your job to admit to being Gay or
a Pagan.  Alternate sexual expression was punishable by prison terms.

   One might wonder how all this came to pass in such a short time, until
one realized that the laws had been in place for a while.  But the Supreme
court had declared them unconstitutional.  That changed with the makeup of
the court in 2004.  And still the Americans did nothing.  Jon snorted in
contempt.

   He was going to do something.  And even if it never affected the nation
as a whole to wake people up, at least, given how sensational the media
was, it would get attention.  Maybe that would make people think.  But he
doubted it.

   The following evening, he got a call on his cell phone.  Nothing was
said, but the caller ID (now required along with a GPS chip in all
communication devices) told him all he needed to know.  There was no GPS
chip in his phone, or in his car.  Such things were easy to get around if
one had contacts and money AND no one was suspicious of you.  There were
always people in the underground who knew more than the people who promoted
certain technologies.  He got up and left his house.

   The maps he'd obtained from several privacy advocate sites showed a rout
that would get him where he wanted to go with a minimum number of camera
entries, and he was careful to obey all the road regulations so the ticket
cams would have no reason to note his passage.  It was important that he be
there at the very start of Phase 2.

   Jon pulled into the warehouse at the docks.  Considering the amount of
illegal activity that went on down here, there was always a ton of traffic
coming and going.  Somehow, many of the cameras in strategic places seemed
to be out of order.  Money was tight and a little grease went a long way to
see that the cameras stayed out of commission.  Not that he was involved in
that - that took a higher level of connection then he had or wanted to
have. But that didn't mean the he couldn't take advantage of it.

   When he arrived, the four men greeted him.  They were happy the first
part of the job had gone so smoothly.

   "These people think all that technology makes them safe," said Ben with
a sneer.  Jon nodded in agreement.  The real criminals had little to worry
about.  Only citizens who strayed slightly from the approved path were
caught and tried.

   "Good."

   "I've already recorded the news and put it into the recorder," said Ed.

   "Thanks," said Jon while taking the remote from the big man's hand.

   Jon walked into the room where the captives were held and looked them
over.  Each had a tight fitting hood of dark cloth over their face.  Each
was on their knees and bound thighs to ankles with their hands bound behind
them.  The wide cuffs on their wrists were attached to the ankle bindings.
They'd been warned to keep quiet, for no real reason, but he could hear low
sobs coming from two of them.

   He sat down in a chair facing his captives and looked them over.  He
already knew what each looked like, of course, from his extensive study of
them.  But seeing them in the flesh, so to speak, was different.  He knew
he should be feeling some fear - kidnapping was a major crime, after all,
but all he felt was satisfaction that he could start his task.  One of the
other men, Ray, walked in.  He was wearing a mask, a tight pair of leather
pants and boots.  His well muscled upper torso gleamed darkly in the
lights. Jon nodded toward the women.

   Ray walked behind them, untied the hoods, then pulled them off two at a
time.  All of the faces were red from heat and two were wet with tears.  No
doubt there would have been a chorus of protests but for the fact that all
were gagged.  Jon nodded again and the man removed the gag from one of the
women.  Kathy, Jon knew, was her name.

   She tried to speak and ended up coughing for a moment.  She licked her
lips and finally was able to speak.  Her voice was somewhat horse, but
quite recognizable from the many TV programs he'd seen her on.

   "What is going on?  Are you crazy?  Do you know who I am?"

   Jon just sat there, looking at her.  She and her husband were the
mouthpieces for the Antiabortion movement.  They had led the charge,
destroying anyone that got in their way.  Oh yes.  He knew who she was.

   "SAY something!  And let us go!  Who do you think you are?"

   Jon just looked at her.

   "What are you DEAF?  Stupid?  People are going to be looking for us."

   In response, Jon pointed a remote toward the TV mounted above and behind
him.  A recorded news cast played and the women looked on in horror as
their own deaths were reported along with pictures of the burned out shell
of their car.  Two broke down and started crying again, the other looked
down at the floor.  Kathy simply stared in shock.

   "You're mad!  You won't get away with this!"

   "I've already gotten away with it," said Jon as he turned off the TV. 
"It was a stroke of luck that you were all in the same car.  Sometimes,
fate works in our favor."

   It wasn't as much luck as it seemed.  Their schedule was pretty public
and they had been on their way from a victory rally where someone was
proposing legislation to make any sex between people of the same sex,
illegeal.  That included images of said activities.  They'd been forced off
the road in one area where the GPS and RFIDs could easily be jammed and
pulled from the car.  Bodies from a morge had replaced them and the car had
then been blow up.  The dental records of the live women were replaced by
the ones that matched the bodies in the medical databases.  That part had
been simple since no one kept hard copies of the data anymore.

   "What...  what do you want?"

   "You will all be staying here for a while.  You will obey the men who
are in charge here." He snickered.  "You're good Christian women, you
should have no problem with that."

   "I don't understand."

   "You're here because I want you here.  If you do everything that you're
told, if you learn skills that you are no doubt completely ignorant of,
then eventually you'll be released.  If not..." Jon shrugged.  Of course,
they thought that he meant he would kill them.  Jon was no murderer.  He
would have his revenge with or without their cooperation.  But perhaps they
would be more likely to do what they were told if they thought their lives
were on the line.

   The Law part 2

   Jon surveyed his captives.  At least, he thought, they were easy on the
eyes.  Kathy and her daughter looked quite alike.  Her daughter was fifteen
and they both had short, dark hair, and Kathy, at least, had rather large
breasts.  Her daughter, Ann, hadn't quite caught up with her yet.

   Patricia had very long, lighter colored hair.  She was smaller then
Kathy, who stood at 5'8".  Patricia was only 5'5 and had smaller breasts as
well.  Her daughter, Elaine was fourteen and quite beautiful.  Her hair was
almost blond and she had a slim, athletic body.

   They were all healthy as he knew from their medical records.  Since all
medical information was required by law to be stored in a database, getting
someone to break into it and get the information was simple.

   "What do you plan to do with us?"

   "You seem to enjoy a world where a woman has no rights to control her
own body.  I have some friends that like that idea too.  So I've arraigned
to let them, and you, have what you want.  You will obey them, and me at
all times."

   The other three men walked in, dressed the same as Ray.

   Kathy was pale now, "Please, I don't understand!  We've done nothing to
you!  How could you do this to us?"

   There were several things that Jon had found out about Kathy and
Patricia.  Things that weren't commonly known, except to their trusted
circle.  Like the fact that they were both rampantly homophobic and racist.
Jon smiled as he stood.

   "I'll be back in a while." He nodded to the men and they all headed for
the door.

   "Wait, come back!  You can't do this!"

   Silly bitch, Jon thought.  Of course I can.

   "God Damn you!  You'll burn in hell for this!"

   Jon stopped and faced the women.  "He's already damned me, and this *is*
Hell." The door closed and he walked out.

   "Could one of you please go give then each 8 ounces of water.  Replace
their gags with ring gags and turn up the heat in the room."

   "How long do you want to leave them like that?" asked Ed.

   "At least an hour.  After that, feed them water every hour until they
start to piss themselves.  Then we'll begin."

   Ed grinned.  He liked watersports.  A lot.  Each of the men Jon had
hired were known for their ability to train a sex slave.  Jon and Tina had
been very experimental, but neither had ever had the desire to take things
to the level these men had attained.  Still, it was Jon's show, and they
got four nice looking women to play with and got paid for it.  They weren't
complaining, and Jon had done a lot of research in the last year.  Quite a
bit of it hands on.

   Jon watched on the TV screen as Ed went back into the room.  The entire
room was completely monitored.  Cameras were everywhere and could record
anything that went on.  Also, it was outfitted with enough toys to make
even a hardened sadist laugh with glee.  Every item that his hired men had
thought would be even remotely useful, Jon had bought.  They lowered their
price for the job when Jon indicated they could keep all the equipment when
they were finished.

   Ed walked over to Kathy and put the bottle of water to her lips.  Jon
could see it was a toss up for her whether to drink or plead for release.
She settled for drinking first, then pleading as Ed walked over to grab
four ring gags from the wall.

   "Please, let us go!  We won't tell anyone and we haven't even seen your
face.  "

   Ed gave an ugly laugh.  "Sorry.  Da boss doan wanna let you go, so you
doan go."

   The men watching the monitor laughed.  Ed was doing what he called his
"Dumb Nigger" act.  He was playing on their bigotry.  They all could act
like that, and figured that it would be more humiliating for the women if
they thought they were being controlled by a bunch of ignorant blacks.

   "No, wait you can't..."

   Ed's huge paw grabbed her jaw forcing it open, shoved in the ring gag
and tightened the strap.  Then he moved on to Patricia.  She was shaking,
obviously afraid of the man.  She was also thirsty and gulped eagerly at
the water he gave her.

   "Open yer mouth."

   Patricia opened her mouth the smallest amount.

   "Doan piss me off, bitch.  Open it up."

   Patricia let out a moan and opened her mouth a little more.  Ed roughly
forced it open further and slid in the gag.  Then he moved to the fourteen
year old, Elaine and took out her gag.

   Elaine's face was pale with fear, and she was shaking enough that the
water spilled on her pretty blue dress.  She drank most of it though, and
meekly opened her mouth for the ring gag.  Finally he moved to the fifteen
year old, Ann.

   He pulled out the gag and she coughed.  He offered her the water and she
clamped her mouth shut and turned her head.

   "Bitch, you ain't too smart.  Da boss says drink, you drink."

   "Fuck you," said the girl through clenched teeth.  From her file, they'd
known the girl had the potential to be trouble.  No matter.  She'd submit
in the end.

   Ed knelt in front of her.  "You doan drink now, you doan know when you
get water.  Dehydration ain't no fun girl, and you ain't gonna get no
sympaty here.  Now drink."

   Ann drank from the bottle.  She finished it, looked up at the man, and
spat a mouthful at him.  The men with Jon cracked up and even Jon smiled.

   Ed just smiled a pleasant smile.  Women who had been trained by him
would have been screaming for forgiveness seeing that smile.  Jon decided
to take a hand in things and walked into the room as Ed was getting to his
feet.  He had little fear that Ed would do something inappropriate for this
stage, but still...

   The women looked up as Jon entered the room.  They all had fearful looks
on their faces, except Ann, of course.  She was pale, but defiant.

   "How is everything going Ed?" asked Jon noting his obviously wet face.

   "Well Boss, not so good.  Dis bitch doan know when people's bein' nice
to her."

   "I see.  That wasn't too bright of you.  Ed has a long memory and I'm
sure that you'll be regretting that later."

   "Fuck off, asshole.  You let him near me again and I'll bite his hand
off."

   Jon turned to Ed, a small smile on his face.  "Ed, please put the gag on
Ann."

   Ann turned into a wild cat.  She hiss, tried to bite, spit and headbutt.
It did her little good and soon she was sitting, red faced and panting with
the ring gag in her mouth.  Jon walked over to a cabinet and opened it,
pulling out a small bottle.

   "Hold her head, please."

   Ed's massive hands wrapped around the teen's head, immobilizing her. 
She screamed, drool running from her mouth, but was unable to move or close
her mouth.  Jon took a dropper out of the bottle and dropped two drops of
liquid on the girl's tongue.  The other three women were screaming as well
now, Ann's mother in fear, no doubt that he'd just poisoned her child.

   The men stepped away and everyone looked at Ann.  Jon closed the bottle
when the drops hit the girl and she started screaming at the top of her
lungs.  That was hard to do since she was also trying to spit as well.  Jon
and Ed left the room, after Jon put the bottle back.

   The other guys were laughing as they worked out.

   "Bet she'll think twice about doing that again, won't she?" laughed Ray.

   Both Ed and Jon shook their heads.  "I think that one's gonna be a
handful," said Ed.  "She doesn't strike me as someone who will be easy to
train."

   They waited about 15 minutes until Ann's cries died down, then Jon
walked into the room.

   "As you can see," he said to four sets of glairing eyes, "any resistance
will be punished.  I'm sure you're worried about what I might have done to
your daughter." Kelly's head slowly nodded.  "I used a few drops of
jalapeno oil.  It's not even the hottest I have." He leaned close to Kelly,
still no expression on his face.  "I have a number of things that will
cause great pain but no real damage.  For instance, I have oils that are
hotter and I could have put them somewhere else."

   With that he left the room again.  An hour passed.  Jon sat and read,
while the other guys played cards.  He occasionally glanced at the monitor.
All the women were squirming, but that was to be expected, tied as they
were.  At the end of the hour, Ben got up and headed for the room.  Once
again, Jon watched the monitor.

   Ben said nothing but walked up to Ann with the water bottle and pointed
it in her mouth.

   "Yo bitch.  You best drink dis time, else you really gonna regret it. 
Drink it all."

   This time Ann complied, as did each of the other women.  Ben left.

   A half hour later, Elaine started moaning.  Jon watched but did nothing.
Finally, she groaned and looked down at the mat.  A small puddle was
forming under her.  Jon grinned.  He would wait for another one to lose it,
then go in and start the next phase.



   Patricia was next - small bladders must run in the family.  A dark
yellow puddle formed under her and she moaned in shame.  Jon got up,
signaled the men and they all walked in to the room.  Immediately, Kelly
started to try and get their attention, no doubt to ask for the use of a
bathroom.  Perhaps even to allow Patricia or Ann to clean up.  That wasn't
going to happen.

   Jon sat down in the chair, and the other men picked up all of the women
except Elaine and moved them to the side, facing Elaine.  Jon spoke.

   "We're going to remove your bonds Elaine.  Then one of us will tell you
to remove an article of clothing, and you will remove it.  If you do not
follow directions, you will be punished.  Nod your head to show that you
understand."

   Tears started to drip from her eyes and the teen stood there shaking.

   "Nod your head, Elaine, or you'll be punished."

   Sniffing, the girl nodded her head slightly.  Ray walked over and
unbound the girl, who almost fell over as she was pulled to her feet.  They
gave her a minute to work the feeling back into her limbs.  Her dress was
soaked in back, as were her socks.  Urine dripped down her legs.

   "Remove your socks, Elaine," said Jon.

   The girl started, as if she'd been struck.  She didn't move for a
second, but then bent to remove the sopping socks.

   "Put them in a pile in front of you."

   She picked them up, trying to touch them as little as possible, and put
them in front of her.

   Ron spoke up, he deep voice startling the girl.  Somehow she had thought
that only Jon would be giving her orders.  "Take off da dress girl."

   She hesitated, then looked wildly at her mother.  Jon looked over too,
and noticed a puddle under Kelly.  Then he looked at Elaine's mother who
had her eyes closed.

   "There are rules here.  You obey us, Elaine, or there is punishment.  If
any of the other women stop watching, there will be more punishment.  This
is your last warning."

   Ron stepped between the teen and her mother and loudly said, "I sae,
take off de dress."

   The girl was shaking, her fear of the huge man obvious.  "Do it or
someone's gonna hurt."

   Sobbing the girl pulled the dress over her head, leaving her in a rather
modest pair of panties and a bra.  Jon was rather impressed.  She had a
nice figure for a young girl.  The adult women were moaning loudly, but Jon
noted that Ann was looking on wide eyed while shifting in her spot.  They
had no way of knowing that they would be forced to undress in the order
that they'd pissed themselves.  It was as good a way as any to pick who
went first.

   It was quite hot in the room, and everyone was sweating.  Jon watched
the beads of perspiration forming at the base of Elaine's neck.  Ed was
smiling as he stood behind the girl.  "Take off de bra.  You tit's too
small fo one anyhow."

   At that Elaine collapsed onto her knees, sobbing and moaning.  Ray
smiled and walked over to the wall where there were many types of whips,
straps and crops.  He chose a wide belt and walked in front of the girl and
grabbed her hair, forcing her to look in his face.

   "You must be one dumb bitch.  You foget you s'posed ta listen?  Now
someone gonna hurt cuz a you." Ray tossed the strap to Ed, then grabbed the
girl's head and forced her to look at the other women.

   Ed walked straight up to Ann, who realized what was going to happen and
started struggling, and grabbed her by the hair.  He pulled her backward,
forcing her body into a bow and slapped the belt hard across her breasts.
She let out a loud squeal.  A dark stain formed on her white pants,
spreading out from between her legs as she struggled.  Again the belt fell.
Ray let go of Elaine as she lay there and sobbed.

   "Girl, you best get up and pull that bra off'n those tiny tit's 'o yours
cuz Ed's just gonna keep hitting her until you do."

   Elaine, shaking and sobbing struggled to her feet, and slowly unfastened
her bra.

   "Put it in the pile with everything else."

   Elaine did, then immediately covered her breasts with her hands.  Ed let
the belt fly again and Kelly screamed.  Her breasts were burning and she'd
never felt this kind of pain before.

   "He gonna keep puttin' it to her, till you drop yo hands."

   Ed raised the belt again, and Elaine but her hands at her sides.  Jon
looked at her with interest, having never seen a girl this young naked.  He
noted that her breasts were still forming, but were very nice.  She had
small, pink nipples that were quite hard - no doubt from fear.

   "Now you pull off dem panties," ordered Ron.

   The girl's entire body was flushed red.  She hesitated at stripping
herself in front of all the people, but Ed brought the belt back and she
quickly bent and pulled the wet panties off.  Elaine stood there, her hands
hovering back and forth, sobbing.  Ron stepped up, clipped her cuffs
together and pulled her beside her mother.  Reaching up, he pulled down a
ring, locked the cuffs into it, then walked over to a crank and cranked
until the girl's were pulled just above her head.

   Ed had returned Ann to a sitting position.  Her face was red, with a few
tears, but mostly she looked angry.  Jon nodded at Ed and he walked over to
Patricia and released her bonds.  She had more trouble standing than her
daughter had, but got to her feet.

   "Remove your blouse Patricia."

   Her hands flew to her blouse, but hesitated for a moment at the buttons.
Jon nodded to Ron and Patricia started yelling and tried to run toward Ron,
who was moving toward her daughter.  Ed held her easily.

   "You will not hesitate, you will not move until you are told to. 
Failing to obey brings punishment," said Jon from his chair.

   Ron waked over to the sobbing Elaine and slapped the belt that Ed passed
him across Elaine's ass twice.  He hit hard enough to cause a red mark, but
not a welt.  Elaine, of course, not used to corporal punishment screamed as
if he were flaying her.  Jon smiled to himself.  If she thought this was
bad, wait a day or so.

   Ray grabbed Elaine's piss soaked panties and walked over to Ann, who was
busy watching Elaine get strapped.  Before the girl could figure out what
was happening, he'd stuffed the panties in her mouth and snapped a short
plug into the ring gag to keep her from spitting them out.  Ann was not
happy.

   "Each time you do not follow direction, someone gets punished. 
Sometimes it will even be you who suffers the punishment.  Now, remove your
blouse."

   Patricia stripped herself at Jon's direction and was cuffed standing
next to her daughter.  They both had fine bodies, Patricia's nipples were
darker and larger than her daughter's.  Her pubic hair was neatly trimmed,
something that sort of surprised Jon.  Her daughter's hair was still quite
sparse, and no attempt had been made to trim it.

   Next up was Kelly.  She glared at them, but didn't hesitate to remove
her clothing.  Her large breasts were quite nice, with long, thick nipples.
Her bush was also thick and unshaven.  She was chained up with the others
and that left only Ann.  Jon rose and motioned Ed to him.

   "Hold a minute on her, " he said as they walked out of the room.

   "This one's gonna be trouble," said Jon.

   "Yes," replied Ed.  "But I got a theory about this one."

   "Oh?  So soon?"

   "Hey, you picked me because I'm the best, right," grinned the man.

   "What do you suggest?"

   "Well, she's not going to obey until we really force her.  I'm not sure
hurting the others, especially her mother, will work.  Plus, I think that
as soon as she can stand, she gonna go for one of us.  Anyway, the first
punishment should be inflicted on Elaine.  Have Ron whip her tit's or
something, but keep your eyes on Ann.  After that, we'll use the prod on
her *and* someone else every time she disobeys.  But, we'll save the
other's punishment until after Ann's stripped.  That way, we can see how
much she'll take, and she'll learn that we mean what we say when we punish
the others for what she did."

   Jon nodded his agreement and they went back inside.  He sat down and
nodded to Ben who untied the teen.  Jon was surprised that she meekly
allowed herself to be led to where the others had stripped themselves.  She
stood with her head down.

   "Remove your blouse Ann."

   She looked up at him, reached for her blouse, then launched herself at
him, hands spread, fingernails going for his eyes.



   Jon was surprised, which is why he was not as gentle as he might
otherwise had been.  Ben missed his grab for her and the others were too
far away.  Jon however, lifted his foot and she ran her groin right into it
as she rushed forward.  This caused the girl to collapse on the floor
trying to breathe.  Jon calmly stood and removed the plug and panties so
she could get some air.

   She was dragged to her feet again, and held by Ben.

   "You were warned that disobedience would not be tolerated.," said Jon.
He nodded to Ray, then to Elaine.  The women started making shouting noises
through the ring gags, but Jon's voice cut through the noise.

   "The next one who make's a sound, gets gagged."

   Of course, they were already gagged, but the ring gags allowed them to
breath more easily.  There was silence.

   Ray stepped forward and brought the belt down hard on Elaine's
developing breasts.  The girl shrieked, her sensitive nipples slapped with
the hard leather.  The other women moaned in sympathy.  Ann stood
transfixed, her eyes glued to Elaine's slim form.

   "I said, no more sound.  Ed, take care of those two please."

   Ed smiled.  He picked up two pairs of panties and Elaine's socks.  He
stuffed one sock and Kelly's panties in Patricia's mouth, and the other
sock and Patricia's panties in Kelly's mouth.  Neither of the women were
happy about that.  The cloth was held in by short plugs.

   "Ray, you may continue."

   A chorus of muffled yells started, joined belatedly by Ann.  Three more
times the belt fell on Elaine's small breasts.  Her chest turned a deep red
and her small, pink nipples were like little pebbles.  Jon watched Ann. 
She was breathing pretty hard, and her face was still flushed, but her eyes
were glued to Elaine.

   More piss ran down the girl's legs as the belt hit her or the fifth and
sixth time.  Elaine was hanging from her wrists.

   "Stand up, you dumb bitch," said Ray.  "I said, STAND UP," he shouted in
her face.  Jon knew that Ray wanted her to stand to avoid hurting her
wrists.  If she couldn't stand, he'd have to take her down and find
something else to do with her.

   Evidently the pain in her wrists caused her to stand on shaky legs.

   "Now," said Jon.  "Take off you're blouse."

   Ann took it off and threw it at the ground.

   "The pants."

   Ann looked at Elaine, then back at Jon and defiantly folded her arms
over her tits.  Jon smiled and Elaine and the women started moaning.  Ann
was shaking, but she didn't give any indication that she would obey.  The
next thing she knew, she was on the floor, gasping for breath.  Ed had used
the prod on her, touching it to her stomach and shocking her.  As shocks
went, it was pretty strong, painful but nowhere near life threatening.

   She crawled to her knees and looked up at Jon.

   "Who are you defying us for?  Since it's plain you care nothing for
their pain, we're just as happy to inflict it on you.  You will obey
eventually, why make it hard on yourself?"

   Still breathing deeply, the teen looked up at said, "Uck Oo!" The best,
Jon supposed, she could do with the ring gag stuffed in her mouth.  He
nodded and Ed pressed the thing into her side and pulled the trigger again.
She collapsed, but got to her knees and Ed had to use it on her again
before she finally stood and pulled off her pants.

   Jon was somewhat surprised at her choice of underwear.  While her bra
was simply a nice, lacy feminine bra, she was wearing a very skimpy thong
on the bottom.  She blushed, but stood with her hands at her sides, her
attitude defiant once again.

   "Remove your bra."

   She hesitated just long enough for Ed to start toward her with the prod,
then took her bra off.  She had, Jon noted, very nice tits.  A full 'C' cup
with thick dark nipples like her mother.  They were quite erect.

   "Remove your panties."

   Ann bent and removed the skimpy panties.

   "Spread your legs and put your hands behind your head."

   She complied.  Jon was struck by how nice her body was.  She had a
narrow waist and full hips.  She'd shaved her pubic hair to a small patch
on her mons.  Everything else was bare.  Jon got up and moved around her
for a closer look.  He was surprised to see her cunt lips were swollen a
bit, and opened enough for the inner lips to be peaking out.  That, he
thought, could be taken advantage of.  But not tonight.

   He turned to Ed and said, "Chain her with the others."

   Predictably, Ann fought as she was pulled to the chains and attached
there.  Ed ended up attaching her ankle cuffs, then attaching the cuffs to
the floor.

   Jon returned to his seat then spoke again.  "You'll learn, Ann, that it
is not your place to resist.  "

   He turned to Ed.  "Give her 10 good ones - your choice of place, then
one more with the prod.  Give the same to any of them that refuses to
watch."

   Protests erupted, but there was nothing that could be done.  Ed smiled
and picked up the belt.

   "Sho ting, boss."

   Ann was whipped and Ed was not gentle about it.  Five hard hits went to
her ass, leaving welts on the skin.  Five went to her breasts, causing the
girl to moan and squirm.  When he was finished, Ed grabbed Elaine's panties
and sopped up more of the urine that had leaked out of Ann, then forced the
gag back into Ann's mouth, complete with plug.  Ann signaled her revulsion
by roughly shaking her head, but she was too weak to do more.

   Next the women were moved around a bit.  Each was chained with their
legs widely spread and within easy view of each other.  Ed bent in front of
Kelly and, with no warning, pushed his finger into her cunt.

   "Dis one's tight and dry as a bone.  Looks lak she doan fuck her old man
much.  Guess she jus poped out dat one dare and stopped lettin' him use
it."

   He did the same to Patricia who, knowing what was coming, tried to avoid
the finger.  It did her little good.

   Ed laughed loud.  "Hell mebbe dis one's aben doin' mor den one.  She's
gonna have no problem taken a nice dick up dere.  She's pretty dry tho."

   Kelly and Patricia's faces, throats and chests were red with
embarrassment.  No one had ever treated them this way.  Next Ed moved to
Elaine.  He didn't just push his finger inside the girl, he slowly ran his
hands up her thighs.  Her skin twitched and she moaned in shame.  She'd
tried to keep herself from being gagged with Ann's piss soaked g-string
earlier, but had had no success.  Her face was red and blotched from
crying.

   Ed continued his exploration of the fourteen year old, rubbing his thumb
at the base of her sex, then opening the lips with his other hand and
gently rubbing her clit.  Jon watched the girl's face.  She was looked
wild, scared and slightly confused.  Ed continued to play with her cunt,
gently teasing it for about five minutes.  The scared look never left her
face, but he could see that her nipples were still hard as rocks.  Finally,
Ed started to slide his finger into the girl, only to jerk it out
immediately with a surprised look on his face.

   "Shit!  Dis one's a virgin!" Jon was not surprised.

   There were grunts of approval from the men and Elaine closed her eyes in
shame.  A quick slap on her ass from Ed's hand got her attention.

   "You doan close dem eyes less you're told to."

   Finally he moved to Ann.  She began struggling, but of course, there was
no where for her to go.  Jon noted that she'd been very interested in the
proceedings up to that point.  Ed knelt in front of her and ran a finger
over her cunt lips.  They were quite puffy and protruding.  He rubbed his
finger and thumb together.  Then he slowly slid a finger deep into her sex.
It went in with ease and was wet when he pulled it out.

   "Heh.  Doan know if dis bitch is a virgin.  She pretty tight, but her
cunt's soaked." He stood up and slid his finger inside the girl again,
working it in and out and rubbing her clit with his thumb.  Her nipples
were erect, but she was glairing at him with all her might.  Her hips
started moving and Jon thought that she might be trying to fuck herself on
Ed's fingers.  That would have been a surprise.

   Instead, a torrent of piss gushed from her body, all over Ed's hand and
her legs.  She had a triumphant look on her face as Ed pulled his hand out.

   That look faded as he smiled at her.

   "You think you smart, eh?  Well, dat was pretty dumb."

   He smeared his wet hand over the girls face and especially under her
nose.  Then he grabbed the prod and pushed it against her mostly shaven
mons and pulled the trigger.

   Ann bucked and tensed, trying to get away from the pain, but it had
happened too fast.  Jon sat and watched, noting somewhat distantly that his
cock was hard.

   "Well," he said as Ann struggled to get her legs under her to relieve
the strain on her wrists, "Almost time for bed.  But first it's time for
you to be given your collars."

   That drew looks from all of them.

   "You're surprised?  You gave up the rights to your bodies so quickly in
the courts.  In fact, you lobbied hard to get rid of them." Jon paused as
there was wild head shaking from all of them.  "Oh, I know.  That wasn't
what you meant when you banned abortion and systematically destroyed
reproductive rights.  Or when you had people who liked pornography hunted
and jailed and even writing erotic stories became illegal.  Corruption, you
said.  It had to be stopped, no matter that simple thoughts and writings
should have had protection under the Constitution."

   He stepped close to Kelly, running his fingers down her sweating body
into her mat of pubic hair.  "But of course, that's not how you see things,
is it?  You only see that in your eyes it's morally wrong to do those
things.  Right?" Kelly nodded, panting as his fingers gripped one of her
pussy lips.  She was completely dry, except for sweat and the remnants of
her urine.  "It's evil and a sin for two people to love each other unless
they are of the opposite sex." Kelly was just looking at him wide eyed. 
"People like Patricia over there gave loads of money to keep certain types
of contraception shelved because it was against God's will.  Not to mention
the enormous amount of money and lobbying that went into killing any
vestige of sex education for minors" Jon pulled harder on the cunt lip,
stretching it.  Then he stepped away and looked at Patricia.

   "You thought that I didn't' know about that, did you?"

   She shook her head.

   "Well it's easy to find out such things if you know where to look." He
drew close to her face while grabbing a nipple and twisting.  "Did you know
that suicides among teen girls has risen 400% since people like you took
away every place that they could turn to for help?  Pregnant girls are
reported and forced to carry the children to term.  When they aren't thrown
out on the street by people like you."

   He stepped back, letting his anger die.

   "Well, since you are so consumed with sex, I thought it would only be
Right and Godly for you to experience what other people liked about sex. 
I'm sure that, eventually you'll be taught to love it.  And, even if it's a
lesson that you don't learn, your daughters will."



   Jon turned to Ron and said, "Collar them."

   Ron had already gotten the collars from the shelf.  Each collar had been
custom made of stainless steel and were lockable.  They all fit perfectly.
Jon had had his hacker get into the records of the exclusive "Bio Clothes
Shops" that these women shopped at.  All their measurements were in the
database.

   He sat down as Ron showed them each what was written on their collars.
It was simple.  They read slave.

   The Law part three

   Jon sat back and watched Ed snap a collar around each captive's neck. 
From this point on, their given names would not be used.  He had little
hope that the women could be permanently trained to enjoy the perverse
sexual abuse they would be subject to.  The teens were a different story.
He was quite sure he'd be able to permanently train them.  He was equally
sure that they could all be broken, but he didn't want that to happen.  It
would ruin his long term plans.

   Naturally each one struggled as Ed put on the collar - with one
exception: Ann, who stood oddly quiet.  Both Ed and Jon noted that with
suspicion.  He stepped back when he was finished and Jon stood and walked
forward stopping in front of Ann.
"Now," he said, "just in case anyone thought I'd forgotten about this
slave's actions..." He held out his hand to Ed for the prod.  The women all

began shaking their heads frantically.

   "Slave," he said looking at Ann, "Make sure you watch this lesson.  It
was your disobedience that prompted it."

   He started with her mother, then moved on to Patricia, shocking each
three times, usually in very sensitive places.  Then he moved to Elaine. 
Jon was able to keep an eye on Ann from the corner of his eye while moving
toward Elaine.  Ed too, was watching Ann.  Each time he pressed the prod
against Elaine's skin, he saw that Ann was carefully watching.  She didn't
wince or look away even once.  When Jon pressed the prod against Elaine's
underarm, he saw Ann's nostrils flair.  When he pressed it to Elaine's mons
and breast, he had Ann's full attention.  Interesting.

   Jon handed the prod to Ed and said, as he walked away, "Put them away
for the night."

   Jon sat down and watched the monitors as Ed and the boys prepared the
slaves for their first night in captivity.  He winced as he removed the
skin mask from his face.  He sighed thinking once again that his program
was ambitious and that it was unlikely that the women would be able to be
trained as he wanted.  Oh he knew that he'd be able to train them to
perform certain acts and even enjoy them, to some degree.  Ed had too many
high tech toys and too much expertise for the women to escape conditioning
completely.  The teens, on the other hand were far more likely to be
permanently changed.  Also he was beginning to have some suspicions about
Ann.

   Ed put each of the women in a cage that was only just big enough for
them if they lay on their back and had their knees pulled toward their
shoulders.  He strapped each on down, ensuring that their legs were held
open and arms and legs firmly attached to the cage.  He also pulled the
gagging materials out of their mouths, leaving in the ring gags, and fed
each of them water.  But it wasn't only water that they received.  Each
received a one month dose of contraceptive.

   It was common in Europe.  Not too expensive either.  Which was why the
American drug companies, in combination with people who didn't want
effective contraceptive, had managed to keep the FDA from approving it. 
One dose would last a month, and Jon knew from their medical histories that
none of the women were on any contraceptive.

   Ed stacked each of the cages on top of one another in a closet designed
for that purpose.  It had a drain in the bottom, but the bottom cage,
unlike the ones on top of it, had a closed bottom.  Each of the cages were
placed facing in opposit directions and in between each slaves legs a small
shield was put up.  That way, when they pissed during the night, it would
hit the plate and drip down on the face of the one below.  The person in
the bottom cage would receive the worst of it.  Ann, was, of course, in the
bottom cage.  Her mother was above her, then Elaine, then finally,
Patricia. By morning Ann would find herself in an uncomfortable puddle, not
to mention the face that they all still had in ring gags which forced open
their mouths.  It would be an uncomfortable night for them.  Ed closed the
doors, plunging them into darkness.  The monitors picked up the sound of
weeping.  Jon was able, using the IR cameras, to have quite a clear picture
of what they were doing.  Each one looked very unhappy.  Only Ann was quiet
and didn't seem to be crying.

   Jon met Ed at the door when he finished with the slaves.

   "I'm going to bed now," he said.

   "OK," replied Ed.  "We'll keep an eye on them."

   "What do you think?"

   "Heh.  Well, Ann's gonna be interesting.  I think she's into this kinky
shit.  Her mother's not gonna be easy though.  That one has no drive at
all. Plus, I think we can use Elaine to work on Ann.  Patricia's a wild
card.  She's no stranger to a dick, that's for sure.  But I doubt that
she's into kink - I think her husband likes to fuck her and I think she
likes it too, but wouldn't admit it to Kelly.  Elaine being a virgin's
gonna make it interesting.  She should be simple to train."

   Jon nodded.  If he was disturbed by what was going to happen, he didn't
show it.  Ed wondered what had driven Jon to set all this up.  All he
really cared about was payment for services rendered.  The fact that he was
getting to fulfill many of his fantasies was icing on the cake.

   They started late the next morning.  There was no hurry.  There were
loud moans from the small room when the door was opened and the smell of
piss wafted out.  Jon waited as Ed and Ben unstacked the cages.  Ann, of
course, was in the worst shape, since she had been on the bottom.  Her hair
and body were soaked, since the bottom of her cage was solid, she was
laying in a puddle.

   Jon turned to Ed.  "Wash these pigs off and get them ready to test."

   He sat down in his chair to watch.  If the women thought they'd be
released to get washed, they were wrong.  Ed and Ben took hoses and sprayed
them down with hot water.  Since the room was so hot, using cool water
would have been a relief and relief was one thing the slaves were not going
to get.

   Ann was let out of her cage first, roughly dried with a towel, then
chained kneeling in front of Jon.  Her restraints were replaced with
different ones, to keep her from getting chafed too much.  Some chaffing
was unavoidable.  She was warned not to speak and her ring gag was removed.
As Ed bent her forward to unlock her gag he did something that Jon didn't
see.  This caused Ann to try and sit upright, but his massive hand kept her
from moving.



   "Das whut ah thought, boss," he said.  "Dis one's soaked.  Needs a cock
she does."

   Jon thought that was very, very interesting.  "Perhaps later, Ed," was
his response.  Ann was squirming, but making no sound and Ed's hand moved
back and forth.  Even from where Jon sat, he could tell that Ed was playing
with the teen's pussy.

   The men set each slave in position and then Ed put a bowl in front of
each one.  With an indelible ink marker, he marked each bowl with a number.
Jon could tell they were still feeling the pain from a night spent tied in
one position.

   "Now you bitches listen up.  Ah bet you needs to piss.  So 'member the
number on th' bowl in front of you.  If ah catch ya usin' a bowl that ain't
yours, yer gonna be drinkin' piss fer a month, get it?"

   Heads nodded, except for Ann who muttered something.

   Ed unclipped a whip from his belt and slapped the teen hard on her back.
The whip was designed to sting and from her cry it obviously did.

   "Ah said no talken."

   Ann glared at him, but said nothing.  Ed flipped the whip out again and
caught Patricia's tits causing her to gasp.

   "You remember you ain't th' only one who's gitten punished." He
continued," Now, as ah wus sayin', you need ta piss, you gets yo own bowl
and piss in it.  You makes sure you ask permission from one of us, first.
When you got's ta shit, you use th' hole in th' back, and you ask
permission first."

   "This is outrageous!  How dare you do this to us!  You have no..." Ben
moved very quickly to silence Kelly's outrage by shoving a gag in her
mouth.

   "Way to go Mom.  Fucking idiot," muttered Ann.  Jon and Ed both heard
that and Ann was silenced the same as her mother.

   "You white bitches is fuckin' stupid, ain't you?  " He looked at Jon and
said, "We gonna punish dem now or wait?"

   "Wait, I think.  We have a lot to do this morning, and, considering
their inability to follow simple rules, it's going to take a while. 
Perhaps missing this morning's meal would be a good start for them though."

   "Sounds good.  You hear dat?  Cuz you can't keep yo big mouths shut,
none of you get's fed dis mornin'.  "

   Ann looked sullen and Kelly was red with anger.  Elaine and Patricia
were silent, but Elaine was crying.  Again.

   "Now, befo we start trainin' you bitches we gotta know what you doan
know.  I'm bettin' you doan know shit.  So you gonna get a test."

   Jon stood and walked forward.  "It's a simple test," he said.  "So for
each wrong answer, you'll get one strike from the cane.  There are twenty
questions, and I'm sure that you want to answer the questions correctly
since the cane hurts a lot.  In fact, Ben here is going to give you each a
free hit, just so you know what you'll be in for if you screw up.  It's not
multiple choice and unanswered questions are considered wrong.'

   Ed and Ben bent each slave over and fasten their collars to the floor in
front of them.  In the end, all their asses were in the air.  Then Jon gave
them each one smack with the cane.  He hit them hard enough to cause a
welt, but not to cut them.  Each cried out loudly.  When he was finished
they were let up and chained further apart so that they couldn't see each
others papers.  One hand was released, their off hand, and they were given
the test and a pencil.

   "You have a half hour to finish.  "

   There were many things that could be found out about a person using
computer and databases, but their sexual knowledge wasn't one of them.  Jon
and Ed wanted some idea of what their captives knew about sex.  Hence the
test.

   The tests were removed after half an hour and Jon and Ed looked them
over.  Only one had no mistakes - Ann's of course.  Kelly had three wrong,
Patricia, surprisingly, only one.  Elaine had gotten fully half of them
wrong.  Jon announced the results to the kneeling slaves, saving the fact
that Ann had none wrong for last.  Her mother gave her a dirty look and Ann
turned red and stared at the floor.

   "Well, that means that each of you will get fourteen from the cane."
They all looked up in astonishment.  "Didn't you listen to what I said? 
Each wrong answer would be punished with a stroke from the cane." They were
all shaking their heads frantically in denial.  Jon shook his head sadly.
"I know.  It's not fair is it.  Well, life tends not to be." Turning to Ed
and Ben he said, "String them up in a square so they can each watch the
caning.  Ten to the back, four to the front."

   Jon went to sit in the chair as Ben grabbed Patricia and pulled her to
where she'd been chained the night before.  Arms above her head and legs
spread wide, she was completely open to the cane.  Ed walked over to
consult with Jon.  He nodded his agreement and in the end Kelly was chained
facing Patricia and Elaine and Ann were on opposite sides of the square
facing each other.

   Ann was caned first, taking ten strokes which welted her ass and thighs.
Ed took his time though and made sure to play with the girl's pussy in
between strokes.  Jon wondered if she got any pleasure out of it, or it the
caning hurt too much.  Ed's fingers, however, were able to slid easily into
the girl even after each breast received a stroke and her stretched belly
got the last two.  The teen was panting hard, her face red as, after the
last stoke welted her smooth stomach, Ed's fingers rubbed her clit and
shaven lips.  There were no tears in her eyes.

   Ben, meanwhile, had started to bind Kelly's large breasts.  They were
rock hard by the time he was finished, each base tightly constricted and
her nipples thick and erect.  He was whispering in her ears the entire time
as her eyes were glued to Ann.  Patricia and Elaine looked on in terror.

   Kelly was next.  Jon admired her form.  The soft, slight roundness of
her lower belly was gone since she was stretched so much, and her large
breasts, swollen from their bonds stood out quite nicely.  Her caning was
much harder than what Ann had received and her bound breasts each got two.
She was crying at the end and Ed's fingers were quite dry when they slid
between the folds of her cunt.

   Patricia was next.  She had no gag and screamed and yelled as she was
caned.  Fingers between her thighs also yielded no evidence of arousal -
something that surprised no one.  Finally it was Elaine's turn.  Jon got up
and stood behind where Ann and Ed stood.  Ben walked behind Elaine to begin
when a weeping Patricia cried out.

   "No, Please!  Not my daughter!  Please!  Do it to me, instead."

   Jon walked up to Patricia.

   "Now you want to take responsibility for your daughter?  Did you know
that one of the questions she got wrong was a simple true or false?  It
stated, A woman cannot get pregnant the first time she has sex.  Where were
you when she needed someone to explain her body to her?  Certianly, since
all the school programs were cut using your money she learned nothing in
school.  I bet that first time she had her period, you gave her a book to
tell her what to do."

   Patricia turned red and looked at the floor.  "Sex is dirty.  It's a
wife's duty to put..."

   "Shut up." Jon cut her off.  "You disgust me." He walked over to stand
by Ann.

   "Please, please, don't hit my daughter.  Please hit me, I'll take her
punishment."

   "Gag her Ben."

   Patricia continued to protest as Ben gagged her.  "Since she wants to
share her daughter's punishment, give her fourteen more.  Then fourteen to
Elaine."

   Elaine just broke down and started pleading.  Jon said, "If you make
anymore noise, we'll gag you as well."

   Patricia was given fourteen more, her ass and the backs of her thighs
covered with welts.  This time her breasts received the last four and she
was almost hanging from her wrists when it was over.

   "Yo cunt, you'd best stand up or ahm gonna really give it to yo kid."
Pulling the plug out of the ring gag allowed Patricia to breath more easily
and she struggled to her feet.

   Finally Ben approached the sobbing Elaine.  At his first strike on her
ass she pissed herself, urine soaking her legs.

   "You know, we're gettin' tired of you pissin' yo self.  You gonna clean
that up later," drawled Ben.

   Meanwhile, at each strike of the cane, Ed was whispering things into
Ann's ear and playing with her sex.  She was quiet wet by now.

   "See dad bitch?  You lak watchin' her hurt doancha?  Doan you wish you
was between them legs, suckin' on dad virgin pussy while ol' Ben dere's
whippin' her?"

   His fingers were on the teen's clit as he said this.  Finally, by the
tenth crack of the cane, Ann was moaning and starting to grind her hips
into Ed's fingers.  As Ben whipped the fourteen year old's small breasts
with the cane, Ed's other hand was playing with Ann's swelling breasts and
hard nipples.  Jon thought that she was actually going to have an orgasm,
but Ed didn't allow that.

   Finally it was done and they were chained on their hands and knees
again. Ray and Ron had come in and helped chain them - except for the
sobbing Elaine.  Ben had been playing with her pussy in between caning her.
There was little doubt that it had had some effect.  The inexperienced
girl's body was stunned by the pain, and the soft rubbing and touching of
her sex felt good and that confused her.

   That didn't mean she was happy when Ben made her lick her piss off the
floor.  Of course, she couldn't come close to cleaning it all, and Ron
handed her a bucket and a rag to clean the rest.

   "Continue on guys, and enjoy yourselves, " said Jon.  "I'll be back when
you've finished the rest of the preparations."

   Jon sat down to eat something while watching the slaves be put through
their next trial the monitor.



   Ann was first.  Jon could hear Ed through the microphone talking dirty
to the teen as she was tied with her legs spread.  Ron played with her
nipples, sucking and tweaking them and Ed used her own lubricant to arouse
her clit.  Jon knew she was trying to fight her arousal, but it was obvious
that it was a loosing battle for the girl.  They poured hot wax on her
pubic hair and pulled it out strip by strip.  He wasn't sure, but it was
possible that they'd forced her to have an orgasm as a wax strip pulled out
the last of her pubic hair.  Since having her hair pulled out surely hurt
like hell, Jon would have been astonished if they'd made her cum.

   Kelly was tied to an X frame which was tilted almost horizontally.  Ben
ran clippers through the forest of her pubic hair.  When he judged it the
right length, he poured strips of hot wax across her pubic mound, then
lifted it off, removing the hair.  It took a while and her mons was beet
red when he finished.  Kelly was none too happy either.  Ron had used
various clamps on her bloated nipples and a taws on her still bound breasts
while her hair was being removed.  All in all, it was very painful.  She
was tied tightly into a ball when they were finished with her.

   Patricia was next - her neatly trimmed hair being roughly pulled out by
the hot wax.  They had a good time playing with her pussy, which got mildly
wet.

   Finally it was Elaine's turn.  Ed had taken the time to tightly bind
Ann's wrists behind her and to use Japanese rope bondage to compress her C
cup breasts.  Like her mother's, her nipples were quite swollen and
sensitive.  Ed then forced her between Elaine's spread legs, her face close
enough to smell the other girl's cunt.  Elaine had stopped crying and was
squirming quite a bit in her bonds.  Jon focused one camera on Elaine and
the other on Ann.  He was also able to hear the conversation between Ed and
Ann.

   "You like dad, doan cha slut."

   Ann shook her head, her gag having been replaced with a harsher ball gag
that pulled her lips back tightly.

   "Oh no?  Den how come that little puss of yours is soaked?" Ed was
rubbing two fingers together in front of Ann's face.  They were soaked with
her juices.  "You ain't lyin' ta me, are ya?  Cuz you know you get punished
fer dat."

   Ann was moaning - evidently Ed's other hand was busy between her wide
spread thighs.

   "We gonna watch the show up nice and close.  See?  Ben's makin' your
friend's cunt a little wet.  Soon, we gonna pour nice hot wax all over dat
mound.  Dat way, when you suck dat cunt, you doan get no hair in your
mout."

   Ann was shaking her head wildly, but Jon could see her eyes were glued
to her friend's slowly moistening cunt.  The men were ruthless, playing
with each teen's body in ways that they had never experienced.  Ed was
especially rough with Ann's nipples, but she seemed to have no problem with
that.  Jon was disturbed to find that he was hard once again.  He knew that
at some point, he would have to engage in sex with each of the women, but
he never expected to get anything out of it, except revenge.  He was
disturbed to discover a sexual response in himself.

   Ann was played with the entire time they stripped Elaine's pubic hair
with the wax.  Elaine was again confused by the sensations running through
her body.  She was sweating and moaning in pain by the time her sparse hair
had been removed by the wax, but her cunt was quite wet from Ben's expert
manipulations.  Ed finally forced an orgasm from Ann after the last of the
pubic hair had been removed from Elaine.  He held her face right in
Elaine's wet cunt, almost touching it and masturbated her to orgasm.  Every
gasping breath inhaled the younger teen's scent.

   She was sobbing when he was finished.  "Tha's right.  You a slut, plain
and simple.  I cain wait ta see how you gonna treat a dick."

   That pronouncement got everyone's attention.  While they had assumed
they'd be raped, somehow that casual statement brought it all home.

   The rest of the day was spent introducing the slaves to their new
'home'. They were given more rules that they would be living by, shown the
exercise room that they would be using once a day.  Shown the punishment
cells and the cells that they'd be kept in when they weren't being used. 
It was important that they remained fit and healthy for their stay -
physically at least.  Eventually, they were ungagged and warned that
speaking would be cause for punishment and gagging.  They were fed and
watered as well.  They all had to piss at some point and were made to do so
in front of the men and their fellow slaves, legs spread wide open for
people to get the best view.  Patricia had to shit at one point and they
made her squat over the hole in the floor - actually a Turkish toilet,
which was a novel experience for the socialite.  Again, everyone was made
to watch, more to embarrass the woman than for any other reason.

   Eventually it was time to put them to bed again.  They had determined
that there would be an odd schedule for the slaves.  They would have no way
of telling night from day and they wouldn't be getting a comfortable
night's sleep for a while, that was for sure.  But that was not the only
thing that was planned for them.  Ed loved high tech toys and with Jon's
budget he'd been able to get some that weren't readily available.

   First was some headgear for each slave.  It had goggles that simulated a
wide screen TV and speakers that covered each ear.  They'd also gotten a
nice belt that strapped around their waist.  Attached to that was a crotch
strap that any number of toys could be attached to.  The one that was being
used tonight slid a thin sensor up each slave's cunt.  It was able to
detect moisture and the electrical impulses that would signal muscle
clenches.  Basically, it would detect an approaching orgasm.  At this point
several things could be done, but for now, all it would do would be to stop
the gentle vibrations being applied to each slave's clit.  Later, it would
do other things.

   The headphones in each piece of headgear were hooked to a very nice
computer.  Ed was trying out some other training techniques.  For tonight,
and most likely the next several nights, subliminal messages mixed in with
soft white noise would whisper things in their ears as they were sexually
stimulated.  The whispering would stop when the vibrators stopped.  Jon
placed little stock in this training technique, but Ed had always wanted to
try something like it, so they were using it now.

   The slaves were to be left alone for the next six hours.  Jon knew that
it was important for all of his trainers to look alert when the slaves were
awake and being trained.  This might be difficult, but they would do it. 
After a few days they'd be able to take rotating shifts, because the slaves
would most likely be too disoriented and exhausted to keep effective track
of what was going on.  These next weeks would be interesting, that was for
sure.

   The Law 4

   Jon sat back with a feeling of satisfaction.  It was the beginning of
week six and things were going quite well.  The other men were playing
cards while Kelly crawled from one to the other and sucked their cocks. 
Her big tits had seen a lot of abuse over these last weeks.  Right now the
bases were tightly squeezed by half inch wide leather straps with sharp
studs on the inside.  Each nipple had been painfully sucked into a glass
tube, their distention easily seen.  A large plug was in her asshole and
her inner cunt lips were being stretched - again.  Ed had pierced her inner
and outer lips the third day they'd been captives.  Now a T bar was
attached to the inner rings.  The top of the bar was too wide to fit even
her well used cunt and nestled against her clit.  The rings were attached
to the bottom of the T, painfully stretching the lips.  Any movement made
the whole thing wobble, causing the woman more pain.  But pleasure too, as
her clit was rubbed by the bar and even Kelly had not escaped the effects
of all the conditioning.

   It had been a long six weeks.  Ken thought back to the day when they had
first fucked the women.  Elaine had been first, of course.  The other women
had been gagged, but not her.  Her upper body had been tightly tied, small
breasts bulging, and Ben and Ed had spent a full hour arousing the girl. 
Or rather, keeping her at the pitch of arousal.  Two nights of sexual
stimulation had had a frustrating effect, to one degree or another, on all
the women.  Even Kelly, who had the least interest in sex of all of them,
had been affected by the constant denial of her body's needs.

   Before they'd gagged Patricia, it had been evident to her what was going
to happen.

   "No, please, you can't do this to my little girl!  Please, she's
innocent!"

   Ed laughed and said, "She's gonna get fucked sometime.  Might as well be
now."

   "But she could get pregnant!" They could all see the revulsion in her
face.  Not just from the thought that her unwed teen daughter could get
pregnant, but that she might get pregnant by a black man.

   "Doan worry 'bout that.  I saw th' answers from her test.  It's her
firs' time - she ain't gonna get pregnant."

   By now, even Elaine knew that wasn't true.  She was scared, but the
constant arousal of her inexperienced body, coupled with the subliminal
suggestions and little sleep had only made her think of relief.  Ben was
driving the girl to total distraction, and Jon didn't think that she could
even focus on what her mother was saying.

   These men had been chosen for many reasons, the size of their equipment
and their sexual stamina being among them.  They didn't want to do actual
damage to the girl, so they made sure she was well aroused and well
lubricated before they started.  They also made her beg for it and Patricia
got to hear her little girl begging to be fucked by a big black dick.

   Ed sat back, his ten inch cock throbbing and hard and said, "You wan'
it? Den go fer it.  All you got's ta do is slide that pretty white pussy
down on dis nice black pole."

   It was obvious that Elaine was scared, but she was also beside herself
with lust.  It was also obvious that she didn't really know how to get
started.  So Ben guided the teen over Ed's cock and she slowly took her own
virginity, wincing in pain as she squatted over it.  The cock was way too
big for her, but she did manage to get in the first third of it.

   Ben was soon behind the girl, using a belt on her ass.  "You best get mo
of dat cock in you bitch, or Ahm gonna whip yo skinny white ass bloody."

   This prompted the teen to greater efforts.  She started to ride it up
and down her body swallowing more than half of the giant organ.  She never
was able to get the full thing inside her and Ed held her as she shook in
orgasm because her legs almost gave way.  Ben didn't stop whipping her
either, laying stripe after strip on her ass.

   Meanwhile, Jon had taken Ed's usual place with Ann, stroking the girl,
twisting and playing with her nipples and clit, arousing her as she watched
her friend take her own virginity.

   "I bet you'd like to eat that little cunt, wouldn't you?  Like to suck
on her clit as that huge black cock splits her hole."

   Ann nodded her agreement and groaned.  She had been trouble for them
from the start, but by now it was obvious that she got off on being forced
into doing things.  Elaine was always an object of her lust.  Nothing got
to Ann faster than watching Elaine get abused, or being involved in some
way with the other girl.  They were quite convinced now that she was a
lesbian.  Ann was whining as Elaine was put on her back and Ben began to
slide into her already cum filled hole.

   Up to today, of all of them only Ann had gotten to cum.  That had been a
slight miscalculation on Ron's part.  He had tied her legs opened while she
was strapped to a low bench, then positioned Elaine directly over Ann's
face with her legs spread and her cunt inches from Ann's mouth.  Elaine's
pussy was ripe with the smell of sex.  Then he started whipping Ann's
opened cunt.  Lightly at first, then with increasing force.  Ray was
whipping Elaine's ass with a belt at the same time and Elaine let loose
with a torrent of piss.  She had been denied permission to use her bowl
that morning, and really had to go.  Much of it sprayed Ann's head and went
into her ring gagged mouth.  Ann had cum.

   While it was bad that she'd been allowed to cum, it was obvious that she
was well on her way to being the kind of perverted pain slut they wanted to
make her into.

   After Elaine had been fucked by Ed, she'd been fucked by Ben.  The teen
was delirious from all the sensations assaulting her body.  When he
finished she'd been tied into a ball and set aside.  Then Ron had put Ann
into the same spot.  That's when it became evident that Ann wasn't a
lesbian.  She had a very obvious orgasm as soon as Ron entered her, his
huge cock painfully forcing open her tunnel as he roughly fucked her.  Ray
followed Ron and Ann showed that she loved every minute of it - especially
when Ron put a pair of tight clamps on the teen's hard nipples, pulling on
them as he plowed into her.  Ray's cock wasn't quite as long as Ed's, but
it was thicker.  Ann's body seemed to have no problem taking almost all of
it.

   Jon knelt by Kelly while her daughter was fucked.  "Looks like you
raised quite the little slut there." Kelly glared at him.  "Uh, ah.  Keep
those eyes on your daughter.  You know," he continued conversationally, "at
first, we thought she was a lesbian since she was always going for Elaine,
but now it looks like she gets off on big black cock as well.  What a
little whore you've raised.  All those years instilling prim and proper
behavior and three days with us and she'd fuck a bed post.  I wonder if
you'll like black cock as much as she does?"

   Kelly whipped her head around, giving Jon a wide eyed look.  He slapped
her tit hard and said, "Keep your eyes on the little whore you raised." He
continued, "What, did you think only your daughters were gonna get a taste
of cock?  You stupid bitch.  I guess you thought we wouldn't dare to fuck
the head of the new Moral Majority.  Guess you were wrong.  Of course, you
get to go last.  And you have nobody to blame but yourself.  After all, you
wouldn't be here if it wasn't part of God's plan now would you?  Isn't that
what you tell women were raped and can't get the child aborted?  God has a
plan?  it's His will?  If you're right, then you belong here."

   Patricia didn't cum when she was fucked, but they did make her cum, much
to her shame, afterwards.  Ed spat in her face and said, "An' here I wuz
thinkin' you din lak black folks.  Then you go and cum all over Ron's
hand." He leaned forward.  "You white bitches is all alike.  Give you
enough long black cock, and you'll never wan' ta go back."

   Kelly had to wait until the afternoon for her turn.  She was the only
one that they had to use lube on because she was still dry.  They weren't
even able to make her cum, but Ben and Ron pounded her for a good half hour
each before dumping a load in her.  Jon knew that it would take a while for
her body to get used to responding to this treatment - if it even could be
trained to do so.

   And so it continued.  The slaves days were filled with bondage, exercise
and sex.  As time passed, they had to endure more pain to get their
pleasure.  Even the VR hoods had been set up to train them to get pleasure
from pain, although they hadn't gone to the full suits yet.  Tonight would
be the first time for that.  But the VR helmets, combined with metal cups
over their nipples and metal plugs in their vaginas were a nightly thing
for them.

   On day four, they had started anal training Elaine.  It was obvious that
her asshole would take some serious stretching if anyone was ever going to
fuck it.  So, they affixed a small dildo to the end of a gag and put it on
Ann.  The gag extended into her own mouth as well as extending five inches
from it.  It wasn't very thick.  She was made to kneel in front of Elaine's
prone body and slowly fuck the girl's virgin asshole with it.  Ann had to
wear the gag all day, the smell from Elaine's ass right under her nose, and
was called on to fuck the girl several more times.  From then on, Elaine
was fitted with a plug in her ass.  The size was slowly increased day by
day, and it was only removed when she had to shit or Ann was fucking her
with a dildo gag.

   On the seventh day of their captivity, the slaves were showing the wear
and tear.  They had all lost a bit of weight, except Ann, but their bodies
seemed more fit.  Their faces were a little drawn and their eyes had dark
circles under them.  They held little hope of release.  Patricia seemed
shell shocked, Elaine was still confused and Ann seemed to thrive on the
treatment.  Elaine was brought off several times a day by people, unlike
Kelly and Patricia who were in a state of sexual arousal as often as they
could be kept there, but not given any relief.  Ann too, was rarely allowed
to cum.  It was that day that they decided it was time to introduce their
slaves to something other than straight sex.

   Patricia was tied in a chair with a back that tilted toward the rear. 
Her legs were spread by having them pulled up and back at the knees.  After
putting the AV hood on her, Ben and Ron spent almost an hour arousing her.
The hood began to show her triple x movies, bondage, of course, with lots
of sex.  Elaine was put on her knees with her hands attached to a belt that
was tightly cinching her waist.

   Ben bent down and said to her, "Now listen up slut.  Ah want you to
crawl on over dare an' get them lips workin' on dat cunt.  Da sooner you
make her cum, da sooner Ah's gonna stop whippin' you.  Git it?"

   Elaine looked up at him.  "Bu..but that's my mother!  "

   "She just a slave - same as you.  You only gonna git one chance, so if
Ah have ta tell you agin, you gonna be sorry.  Now MOVE!"

   Elaine started as Ben yelled at her.  Slowly she got up on her knees and
began to move forward.

   "I love this part," said Ed.

   He and Jon were watching on the monitors.  The other monitor showed Ann,
who was in a different room, tied the same way that Patricia was.  She was
being alternately whipped and fucked by Ray.

   "I swear," he continued, "that Ann is a natural at this.  She really
gets off on it.  Total pain slut, that's for sure.  It makes our job easy."

   "Perhaps," said Jon.  "Her mother more than makes up for it though."

   Elaine had reached her goal and now knelt between her mother's legs. 
Patricia's pussy was swollen with lust - she seemed to respond well to a
hard fucking.  Ben grabbed the teen's hair in a firm grip and moved her
face toward the dripping gash.

   "Take a nice deep breath.  Get used to da smell, cuz your gonna be
eatin' a lot of cunt."

   Jon was interested to note that despite the heat in the room and
Elaine's obvious distaste, her nipples were quite hard.  Finally, she
leaned forward and tentatively started to lick.  Patricia jerked, as much
as she was able, then started to move in time to her daughter's tongue
strokes.  Ben began fingering the teen and it took surprisingly little time
for her hips to move, trying to get more of his fingers inside her. 
Apparently, she liked pussy because she was really going to town.  She
didn't even balk when her mouth was guided lower so her tongue could lap at
Patricia's asshole.

   She continued to eat her mother while Ben stepped things up.  He
attached nipple clamps to the girl's sensitive nipples.  She winced, but
didn't stop licking the cunt in her face.  Then, as he continued to finger
her, he started to lay the whip across her back.  The teen jerked with each
stroke, but kept licking.  Eventually, as the Elaine was getting near
orgasm, Ben stopped and pulled her head away from her mother's cunt.  He
stepped in between them and slid his long pole deep into Patricia, fucking
her hard enough to make her body jump with each stroke.  It didn't take him
long to cum.  He stepped away, cock still dripping with sperm, and pushed
Elaine's head back into the drooling cunt.  Elaine didn't even hesitate,
well used to the taste of sperm, and opened her mouth to capture all the
sperm and cunt juice she could.  She shuddered in orgasm with Ben just
lightly rubbing her clit, but harshly whipping her ass.  Patricia orgasmed
again as well.

   "She's coming along very well," remarked Jon.

   "Uh huh.  I bet that if we put her and Ann together, we could have some
real fun."

   Jon nodded.

   "Speaking of fun, when are you going to partake of some of the abundance
of pussy around here?"

   Jon looked at him and replied, "When the time is right.  Let's go.  I
have the feeling that Kelly is going to be unhappy with her next task."

   ~-----~

   "You disgusting pervert!  That is homosexuality and it's a crime against
nature!  And incest!  You are nothing but animals!  There's nothing you can
do to force me to do that."

   "I think," said Jon, "that you'll come around eventually.  Especially
once you see what we're going to do to your daughter because of your
refusal."

   "That's not fair!  You can't torture her because of me.  She's
innocent!"

   "You really are a stupid bitch aren't you?  Of all of you, that slave is
the one who gets off on all this the most.  Besides, what does it matter
about her innocence?  Your actions have condemned many innocent men and
women to much worse." Jon whipped out a picture.  One half showed a young
man, fine boned and attractive playing the piano, the other, an image of
his brutally beaten corpse.

   "He was innocent.  He was suspected of being gay.  Suspected!  Branded
of it, by ignorant assholes working for an organization called the Hand of
God."

   Kelly started and paled.

   "You thought I didn't know that you funded those zealots?  They beat him
to death because they said he looked gay and they got away with it.  His
fiancée still hasn't recovered.  She too is a concert pianist."

   Jon spit in her face, then forcibly regained control of himself as he
stood.

   "You know what to do," he said turning to Ed.  They had figured that
this would happen, which was why John had the picture on hand, and the man
nodded and turned toward Kelly.  In a short time, she was gagged with a
harsh gag.  Ann was pulled from where she was and her mother tied in her
place.

   Ann was put on her knees and restrained the same way that Elaine had
been restrained.  Ed removed her hood and she blearily looked around.  She
had no idea that she and her mother had just had their positions reversed
because Ray had been using her.  The difference was that while Ann had been
hooded and gagged - blind and deaf to what had happened with her mother,
her mother was only gagged.

   "Okay slut," began Ed.  "Time fo you ta learn a new skill.  Ah wan you
ta crawl over dare an start suckin' on dat pussy."

   Ann just looked at him, then at Jon.  She said, very clearly, "There's
no fucking way I'm going to eat that bitch's cunt." Still looking at Jon
she said, "What's a matter?  Your dick too small to fuck her yourself?  I
bet my tongue is longer, not that it matters.  No way I'm gonna have sex
with her."

   Ed and Jon looked at each other, not too surprised but very amused.

   "C'mon," Ann continued her taunting unaware just how deeply she was
digging herself in, "these guys have been fucking the shit out of us, and
you haven't even taken your dick out of your pants.  Maybe you have them
around because you can't get it up."

   Jon sighed.  "Gag that stupid slave."

   Ann struggled, but not for long.  She knew that Ed would win in the end.
They weren't quite sure why Ann had said what she'd said.  Perhaps to
distract them and keep her from having to perform oral sex on her mother.
They were sure she had no objections to it in general.

   When she was gagged again, Jon squatted in front of her.  "First of all,
that isn't your mother.  Like you, she's just a slave and, in the end, you
will suck her pussy until we tell you to stop."

   He stood and looked at Ed.  "Perhaps it's time that I tried out this
slave here.  Then you and Ron can explain the error of their ways to both
of them." Leaning toward Ann he said, "And second," he continued chuckling,
"I'm pretty sure my dick works just fine.  But since you asked, maybe we
should just give it a try."

   Ann was tied on a low table, ass at the edge and legs spread wide.  She
was fitted with a dental gag and her hair was pulled to the top of her head
and braided with a rope.  The rope was used to pull her head forward so she
could watch what was happening to her.  Jon spent the next half hour
arousing her using all the knowledge that they'd gained in the last week
about what the teen's body responded to.  He had almost never touched any
of the slaves, certainly not in any sexual way, but Ann soon found out that
he knew exactly what to do.

   Finally Jon looked at her.  "So do you want to cum?"

   "Ess, ess!" she responded through her drooling mouth.

   He moved up close to her head and undid his pants, pulling out his hard
cock.  Ann's eyes got wide, seeing it's size.  It wasn't as big as Ed's,
but it was close.

   "You want my cock in you?  You've gotten used to big cocks, haven't
you," he said stroking the girl's hard clit.

   "Uhh, uhng, ess, 'lease"

   Jon looked over at Kelly, still tied where they'd left her and smiled.
She closed her eyes in disgust at the thought that her daughter was begging
to be fucked by one of their captors.  Then he moved between Ann's legs.

   "Wow," he said, "that's a lot of cunt juice.  You're so slick - this
must really turn you on." He placed the head of his dick at her asshole,
"Well, since you begged me to fuck you, I guess I will."

   Ann realized what he meant and began yelling.  No way was that monster
going to fit inside her.  In fact, only Elaine had had any anal training at
all.  It took some time, but Jon managed to get the head of his cock past
her tight sphincter.  It was almost uncomfortably tight.  He went very
slowly at first, but Ann was in agony.  Much of her arousal had apparently
died.  He kept playing with her though and managed to get almost half his
cock in her.  Then he started slowly pumping it in and out while playing
with her clit and pulling on the chain between her nipple clamps.

   "Gee slave, thanks so much for reminding me that I hadn't used any of
you.  Even as useless at sex as you are, this is halfway decent.  I'd learn
to enjoy it, if I were you, because you'll be getting it like this a lot"

   He continued to pump away at her, his orgasm closer than he would have
expected.  His cock was smeared with her blood, but there wasn't a huge
amount.  He wasn't trying to fit all of his cock inside her.  Finally, he
came and pulled out of her.  Moving around to her head, he released the
rope holding her head up and forced his smeared dick in her mouth.  She
gagged, but didn't throw up, and eventually started sucking as best as she
could through the gag.

   When he was satisfied, Jon pulled out, motioned to Ed and they left the
room.

   "So, now what?" asked Ed.  "You don't think a little ass fuck is gonna
make her start eatin' pussy."

   "Nope.  Just have Ray continue with her training for the rest of the
day. Tell him make sure she stops bleeding.  However, I want you and Ron to
take Kelly and explain to her that she needs to listen.  For the next 24
hours, or until she can't be woken up, you and Ron will work on her.  Use
the horse, the prod, bastinado and what ever else you can think of.  She
gets no food.  Only water.  When she finally agrees that she'll eat her
daughter, pierce her septum and put in a small ring.  Make sure when you
are giving her breaks between torture, she's close chained and boxed."

   Ed grinned, "You're kidding right?  I thought you didn't want her
broken. And what if she starts beggin' to eat pussy in the first hour."

   "She gets twenty-four hours of torture even if she starts begging for
her daughter's pussy in the first five minutes.  You won't break her spirit
if you're careful, that's what the breaks between sessions are for.  After
she eats Ann, then it'll be Ann's turn.  But I have something special in
mind for her, so I'll assist."

   "You gonna finally get into the action now?  I saw you workin' her.  You
get off on this and you're real good at it."

   Jon just stared at Ed.  Ed shook his head and said, "OK, I'll go get
started on Kelly."

   "Remember - no sleep for her and she only gets to rest when you can't
keep her awake."

   "This whole thing would be easier if you'd let us use drugs.  I got a
friend in Homeland Security that could help with that."

   "You know why I don't want to use drugs."

   "Yeah, I guess you're right.  Still be a lot easier though."

   Kelly's next twenty-four hours were a horror.  When they weren't
torturing her, she was chained in a small wooden box.  Her wrists and
ankles were all chained together and had only one like between them.  They
started with the horse, binding her tightly to ensure her cunt was firmly
pressed against the slightly rounded top.  In a half hour she was begging
to be let up, but they left her there for an hour.  They suspected that she
was getting too numb after that.  From there, they went directly to
suspension and the use of the prod.  When she pissed herself, they mopped
it up, squeezed it into a cup and had her drink it.  They used a cane on
her, but never broke the skin, then after about three hours of abuse hung
her by her ankles and caned the soles of her feet.  That was what did it.
She started begging to be allowed to eat her daughter, anything if they'd
let her go.

   They stopped and chained her in the box for an hour, then continued to
work on her.  The next day, she crawled back into the room, her body
covered with bruises, knelt in front of Jon with her head to the ground and
spoke.

   "Please Master, please, I'll do anything you want.  Please don't hurt me
anymore."

   Jon was completely unmoved by her plight.  Thoughts of Tina were
foremost in his mind as he looked at the woman in front of him.  He leaned
over and grabbed her matted hair, pulling it up so that he could look into
her face.  The new ring glinted through her nose.  It did not, he though,
suit her, but that mattered little.

   "You are a slave.  You will obey any command you are given.  If you do
not you will be punished, do you understand?  And don't ever call me
Master. Sir will do.

   "Now, beg me to let you suck your daughter's cunt."

   "Please, sir, please, can I eat my daughter's cunt?  Please, I...  I'll
do what ever you want."

   "Then do your best, not that I think that will be worth a lot, to make
your slut daughter cum."

   "Yes Sir," said Kelly and she began to crawl over to her daughter.

   Ann was tied in the same way as the last time Kelly had been told to eat
her.  This time, Kelly took note of the swollen pussy, obviously just
fucked, with white sperm oozing down and sliding across her still raw
asshole.  She took a breath and began to lick.  They made sure she cleaned
out the swollen pussy and spent a good bit of time with her tongue far up
her daughter's asshole.

   Ann wasn't stupid.  When she felt a tongue on her cunt, she knew what
was going on and wondered what they'd done to make her mother comply.  It
was obvious to the men when Ann orgasmed, but they made Kelly eat her
through two more orgasms.  Kelly finally collapsed when they said she was
done.  Ray dragged her to one of the small rooms they'd had made up for the
slaves to sleep in.  They were too short to get into unless the slave was
on her hands and knees but long enough for them to stretch out in.  She
immediately fell asleep.

   Jon attached the crotch belt with the probes to Ann - putting one probe
in her cunt and one in her ass.  Then he attached small disks to her
nipples.  He read confusion in her body language - surely it was too soon
for her to be put to sleep?  Then he activated the VR in Ann's hood and
spoke into a mike so she could hear him.

   "We made a little movie for you.  You'll get to see highlights from your
mother's last twenty-four hours.  I hope you enjoy it because you're next."

   For the next hour, scenes played of Kelly's torture.  The tape started
with Kelly's defiant declaration that she'd never have sex with her own
daughter and ended with cuts of her eating Ann to orgasm and sliding her
tongue deep into Ann's asshole.  Jon manually controlled the stimulation to
Ann's body, giving her more pleasure during the harsher torture scenes. 
The sensors in the probes gave the same readouts that they'd mapped to
orgasmic response.  Ann apparently came twice more watching the vid.

   Jon released the sweating teen and removed most of her bonds, then
attached smooth steel manacles to her wrists and ankles and locked her
wrists behind her.  Ed joined him, having gotten some sleep since Ron and
Ben had taken the last shift with Kelly.

   Ann found herself in a room with a large stainless steel bathtub/shower
area.  She had not been in here before, not surprising because this room
was reserved for sexual acts that the slaves would be performing at a later
date.  Jon had her get into the tub with her head facing the overlarge
drain hole.  Her wrists were attached to a chain that went between the
sides of the tub and her ankles were attached to fixtures mounted in the
tub for that purpose.

   "Now slave, it's time for you to understand your place.  You will do
what you are told.  You're going to experience a lot of pain and we're not
going to stop until you beg to suck any cunt we put in your face.  You got
off on watching what happened to your mother; I hope you enjoy the reality.
Of course, we're not going to do the exact same things to you.  Variety is
the spice of life and all that."

   The girl was trembling, even though it was quite warm in the room.  She
was obviously scared, but must have figured out from watching the tape of
her mother that no amount of begging was going to help her.

   The first thing they did was to slide a rather large butt plug up her
ass.  It was inflatable and they inflated it enough to keep her from
expelling it.  This plug had a large hole through it that allowed an enema
tube to be inserted.  There was a valve to ensure that the slave retained
the enema for as long as was desired.  Ann groaned as the thick plug was
slid into her body.  Then they gave her an enema, but it was not a normal
enema.  They mixed milk and molasses in equal parts and slowly injected
over twenty ounces into her.  She howled from the intense cramps, but
couldn't release it.  Eventually she threw up while Ed held her head to
make sure she didn't choke.  When there was nothing left but dry heaves,
they rinsed the tub.  She also lost control of her bladder, but they didn't
release the enema for over thirty minutes.  Then they left her there, after
she'd expelled it, without washing the tub for another half hour.  She was
sobbing and dry heaving, but never once pleaded for release.

   She was in better shape than they'd bargained for after the first enema,
so they gave her a second with the same solution.  She screamed and writhed
and finally started to beg for release.  After she had expelled that enema,
they washed her down and pulled her to her feet, she could barely stand.

   And so it continued.  They did many of the same things to her that
they'd done to her mother, with a few additions.  After the first time she
was left close chained in a small box, she was put on a gyno table and
strapped down.  She was pale and sweating, the strain of the last eight
hours starting to tell on her.  One major difference between what was going
on now and her other training was that now there was no sexual stimulation
to help ease the pain.



   Ed slid a needle into a vein in her arm, and attached an IV with a
saline solution to keep her hydrated since she threw up the water they gave
her.

   She was blind folded and catheterized.  Elaine was brought in and made
to drink the urine that drained out of her.  Elaine made no complaint, but
paled seeing the shape that the other girl was in.  Not to mention the fact
that Ann's nipples were being shocked with a tens unit.  Elaine was removed
and they began to irrigate Ann's bladder with a sterile solution that
caused intense burning.  They worked on her swollen clit (swollen from
having her cunt whipped, not from pleasure) with electricity as they did
this.

   It took thirty hours before she started begging to eat her mother's
cunt. By the end she had spent over twelve hours close chained in the small
box, had had her inner pussy lips pierced - twice each and had been fed
nothing but water and urine.

   When she was presented to her mother, who was hooded at the time, and
told to eat her, she could barely crawl between the spread legs.  Kelly had
been put in this position several times and eaten by Patricia and Elaine -
making Patricia eat pussy had been simple and, surprisingly, she really got
off on it.  All they'd had to do was show her tapes of what they'd done to
Kelly and threaten Elaine with it, and she caved.  Sometimes the most
homophobic fanatics have strong tendencies toward gay behavior themselves
and Patricia was a perfect example of that.

   Yes, Jon thought as he watched Kelly service Ed, those had been
difficult days.  By now though, each slave had been trained to perform any
sexual act that was desired.  Elaine and Ann had really started to get off
on pain - Ann had cum just this morning by having several drops of jalapeno
oil dripped on her clit after she'd been whipped to orgasm.  Elaine was
totally submissive and would do anything for anyone.  They still hadn't let
Ann and Elaine do much together, despite Ann's obvious hunger to do so. 
Jon smiled as Ed grabbed the back of Kelly's head, holding her mouth on his
semi erect cock.  It was obvious he was pissing into her mouth and she was
having no trouble drinking it down.

   Yes, thought Jon, things were progressing quite well.

   The law 5

   Another six weeks past.  Jon looked at his face, the real image with out
the disguise, and saw how drawn he looked.  Somehow, he'd never counted on
the toll his program of revenge would take on himself, but it was obviously
having an effect.  The changes he'd seen in himself and the feelings and
reactions that he'd been having lately, especially toward Ann, worried him.

   Of course, his training program had had a much greater effect on the
slaves.  By now, they would all follow any order given and perform any
sexual act they were told to.  Ann and Elaine got off on it big time,
Patricia somewhat less so and Kelly only rarely.  Each could take a cock in
any hole like a pro, and the new sensitivity in Kelly and Ann's swelling
tits made them even more fun to play with.  Soon, he thought, he'd let Ann
have Elaine for a time.  Maybe.  He suspected that she'd be pretty tough on
the younger girl.  Maybe it wouldn't been too bad - Elaine, had shown a
real aptitude for this stuff - especially anything anal.

   He shook his head.  Thoughts like that would have been alien to him a
year ago.  He left the bathroom and shut out the light.

   Later that day, skin mask once again in place, Jon sat in his chair. 
One eye was on the monitor watching his employees playing with Kelly and
Elaine, but his main attention was on the computer screen where he read the
news.  It was a shame, he thought as he scanned the headlines.  Things in
the U.S.  were getting out of hand and even the "it could never happen
here" crowd was starting to get worried.  Protests were frequent in many of
the western cities, with people protesting the harsh restrictions imposed
by the Office of Homeland Security.  Not to mention that people were
finally getting fed up with all of the types of monitoring that they were
subjected to on a daily basis.  He shook his head unhappily, thinking again
how sad it was that a country that had once been so free, was now a place
where people couldn't drive to work without their movements being tracked
and logged into a database.  Never mind all the tracking that went on at
work.  If only the sheeple had gotten a clue when this all started in '02,
things wouldn't be this bad now.

   There was a new twist to things that was worrying him.  Riots.  There
had been "unrest" at the last few protest marches and the HomeSec Rapid
Response Unit had come to "assist" local police.  There were rumors on the
net that those riots had been incited and that the HRRU had been more than
a bit forceful while putting them down.  The HRRU was rapidly gaining a
worse reputation than the BATF thugs had ever had, and that was saying
something.  Still, no one had successfully captured anything on video - odd
since there were cameras everywhere, and the only outcry of the alleged
abuses came from those "crazy militia people" or "Left Wing Pinkos".

   He was glad but apprehensive that they were entering the final phase of
his plan.  Up until now, there had been little chance of being caught.  His
slaves were presumed dead.  But he knew the next part of this operation
*was* going to be risky.  Still, everything was in place so there was no
sense in putting it off.

   Each woman, in addition to being a very well trained sex slave, was now
pregnant.  They'd been forbidden to speak about it to each other, so
Elaine, the last of them to catch, wasn't quite sure what was happening to
her body.  Her small breasts were starting to swell and become very
sensitive and she'd noticed other changes as well.  It was too early for
morning sickness, but in the weeks to come, that would be happening as
well. Kelly had been the first to get pregnant, followed, as near as they
could tell by Ann and Patricia.  They weren't sure if Ann or Patricia had
caught first, but it didn't really matter.

   In an effort to keep from risking the babies, rough physical activity
was kept to a minimum.  Each day, they were put in the 'training' suits and
left from four to six hours.  During that time, their senses were flooded
with perverted sexual images and sounds while their bodies were conditioned
to respond sexually to pain and pleasure.  Kelly's program had an
additional element added.  Her programming was mixed in with religious
symbols.  It was done very subtly though, and Jon smiled at the thought of
what was going to happen to her the next time she got into a church and saw
a cross or an alter.

   The suits were expensive, each one containing many clusters of
electrical stimulators.  There was a space cut out for the breasts, which
were lightly suctioned into clear plastic bowls that were lined with
contacts.  Soft, form fitting pieces of rubber with long probes that slid
into the vagina and rectum covered each crotch.  Those were also wired.  As
the images and sounds were played to the slaves, their bodies were
stimulated with pleasure and pain from the electrodes.  It wasn't perfect,
by far, but the suits had been surprisingly effective.

   Elaine and Ann were now really getting off on being slaves.  Ann had
shown signs early on of being a switch, and Ed had altered her training so
that she was rewarded by submissive behavior toward men, but both
submissive and dominant actions were rewarded when she was engaged with a
woman.  They still hadn't let her have her way with Elaine, and they knew
that was one thing she desperately wanted.

   When he finished with the news, Jon checked his Hotmail account. 
Despite all the outcry from everyone and all the legislation that had been
passed, spam was still as common (and as welcome) as dog shit.  But Jon
smiled as he scanned through the subject headings of the 73 new pieces he'd
gotten since yesterday.  Spam was one way for his hacker to contact him,
and here was a message.  Well, well, smiled Jon as he read it, there was
new information waiting for him at his mail drop.

   Jon walked into the training room where Ed was now playing with Kelly
and Patricia.  Kelly was kneeling to his right, her bare sex over
Patricia's mouth.  She had a bit gag in her mouth and drool ran down her
chin, dripping onto her chest.  Patricia could be heard noisily licking and
sucking on Kelly's wet cunt.

   Ed loved to hurt Kelly's tits.  They spent at least some time, almost
every day, with a band constricting each base, causing the large orbs to
harden and swell.  Of course, they were much bigger now than they had been
when she was first captured, the nipples darker and larger as well.  Like
all the slaves, Kelly had each nipple pierced and there was a silver
colored, ceramic alloy ring in each.  At the moment, Ed was cropping
Kelly's tightly bound breasts, raising welt after welt.  She winced with
each strike, but was rotating her hips over Patricia's talented mouth.  As
all the men, and the slaves knew, Patricia gave very good head.

   Each slave had been fitted with the ceramic alloy rings.  Both nipples
had rings and at least two small rings had been placed through each cunt
lip, both inner and outer.  Each had a piercing of some sort through their
clit hood.  Kelly had a piercing through the base of her clit and Elaine
had one through the septum of her nose, just like Kelly did.  Plus the two
teens had belly button rings, but those weren't made of the same alloy.

   If they wanted the rings out, it was going to take surgery.  At least
according to Ben, who had gotten the rings.  They were made out of a new
alloy and were nearly impossible to cut.  Jon thought it was overkill, but
it amused the other guys so he had gone along with it.  He was sure that
getting a bit of plastic surgery would be the least of the slaves worries.
He hadn't been convinced about the alloy until Ben had given him a ring and
a large pair of bolt cutters.  The cutters had closed easily on the ring
and Jon looked at Ben with a big grin.  Until he realized that there was a
nice divot in the metal blade of the cutters and the ring wasn't even
scratched.

   While walking toward Ed, Jon also caught sight of Ann and Elaine.  When
they weren't being used or exercising, the slaves were always bound -
usually in a very uncomfortable manner.  Then they were subjected to low
levels of sexual stimulation at odd intervals.  They looked forward to that
since it was the only relief they got from the bondage.  Of course, due to
other conditioning, just being in bondage was sexually stimulating to them,
despite their discomfort.  At the moment, Elaine was tied with her hands
behind her, wrists and elbows cinched together with wide straps which
really put a lot of stress on her shoulders.  This wasn't even
uncomfortable for the girl anymore.  However, her ankles and thighs were
strapped together, then her ankles were strapped to her thighs.  Finally, a
strap came around the back of her neck that was also attached to her
thighs, forcing the girl into a little ball.  Ann, on the other hand, was
tied on her back with her arms over her head and her legs spread in a
split. Her sex was red and wet, indicating that someone had recently
whipped her.  Jon's cock jumped at the sight.  Veering off from where he
was headed to talk to Ed, he pulled out his hard cock, and, noting that
Ann's asshole was coated with her lubricant, proceeded to slide his dick
into her asshole.  He had yet to take any of the slaves in their cunt.

   Ann was still a tight fit and she groaned at the intrusion.  But, just
like the other women, she could take a real pounding in any of her holes
and still get off.  Jon fucked her for a good ten minutes before cuming in
her ass.  When he pulled out he looked over and saw that Kelly was no
longer sitting on Patricia's face because she was arched over backwards and
being cropped between her spread legs.

   "Ah told you, not ta cum, you stupid cow.  You still doan listen!  Must
be the dumbest white bitch Ah've ever seen."

   Kelly flinched with each slap of the crop, but didn't move from the
position she'd been put in.

   Jon looked at Patricia and made a motion with his hand.  She immediately
struggled to her knees (her hands were cuffed behind her).  He put his
soiled cock into her eagerly sucking mouth and she sucked until it was
clean.  He pulled her off and motioned to Ann.

   "Crawl over there and clean out that slave's asshole.  If she can shit
any cum when you're done, you both get punished."

   "Yes, Sir," said Patricia as she hurriedly crawled over to the teen. 
She would do a good job and Ann would enjoy it.  Since Ann would also want
to watch Patricia get punished, she would no doubt try to hold some of his
cum inside her.  Of course, when things like this happened, Ann would get
punished right along with the other slave, but that never seemed to stop
her.

   Jon felt a small twinge of guilt, but it died quickly.  Even two months
ago, he would never had considered treating a woman like that, let alone
causally sodimizing a fifteen year old girl.

   Ed looked up from his disciplining of the slave as Jon walked over.

   "Yeah Boss?"

   "I have some errands to run.  I'll be back in a while.  When that slave
over there finishes cleaning up, ensure that she followed my directions. 
If she hasn't, I'll deal with it when I return."

   "You got it, Boss," replied Ed.  Then he let out a massive sigh.  "I
doan believe how stupid dis bitch is.  Maybe all da blood's going ta her
tits instead of her haid.  Never met a slave so dumb in ma laf."

   Jon looked at Kelly.  She was, as was usual for the slaves, gagged. 
"You should put more effort into learning what we're teaching you.  Aren't
you appreciative for what Ed's done for you?  All those things he's taught
you?  All the orgasms you've been allowed to have?"

   Kelly, unable to speak, gave the only answer she could give with out
incurring more punishment.  She nodded her head yes.

   "That's good.  I know you're a big slut and not particularly bright, but
try and remember your lessons."

   Kelly nodded again.  In point of fact, Kelly was not a slut.  Arousing
her wasn't too difficult given all the conditioning she'd been put through,
but making her cum wasn't easy.  Nobody doubted that, left to her own
devices, she'd never have sex again.  That kind of sucked for her husband,
but there was no way they'd get divorced.  Their power in the Christian
circles they moved in would be severely depleted if they were to do that.
And Jon knew that they lived for that power.

   Jon made the pickup and dropped off some DVDs for the hacker.  Those
DVDs were part of the next phase.  He wanted to keep the women several more
weeks - at least until they started showing.  Perhaps it had been too early
to release to DVDs.  Porn spread fast, after all.

   When he returned, he opened popped the DVD his hacker had left for him
in the computer and began reading.  Then he played a number of the videos
that were on the disk and smiled a very big smile.  This was unanticipated
but very, very welcome.

   He saw Ed a little while later.  Looking in the monitors, he saw that
each slave had been tied in strict bondage, except for Elaine who was
sucking Ann's cunt while being assfucked by Ron.  Jon watched, fascinated,
his cock growing, as the large black cock slid in and out of the fourteen
year old's asshole.

   "Nice sight," commented Ed.

   Jon pulled his eyes away from the scene.  "Yes, the two girls have taken
to being trained quite well."

   Ed looked at him rather intently.  "You better be careful Jon.  You've
got it bad for those two and if you're not careful, that'll bite you."

   Jon just looked at him, all business again.  "Even if I felt something
for any of them, in the end, that won't save them.  I've made the first
delivery.  Oh, and I got some very interesting intel from our friend
NyetBug."

   Ed chuckled at the mention of the hacker's handle.  "Those computer
geeks can get real strange.  What did you get?"

   Jon sat down and showed him the salient intel and Ed too, was very
pleased.  They discussed how to use it and came to an agreement about a
half hour later.  Then Jon asked," So, did Ann hold back or did Patricia
actually complete her assignment?"

   "Shit, you know Ann."

   "She held back, huh."

   "Yup," replied Ed.

   Jon stared off into space for a moment.  "Any suggestions?"

   "Hell, you're the one with the imagination.  What do you want to do?"

   Jon had shown a positive genius for training or torturing the slaves. 
When ever there was serous punishment to be meted out, the men had started
to look to Jon for more...  creative solutions.  Not that they couldn't
come up with things themselves, but Jon had shown a real talent for coming
up with erotic torture.

   Jon recognized that too.  It scared him.  In the last month, he'd fallen
very, very comfortably into the role of a Dom.  He was the one that the
slaves feared the most.  Feared and desired.  Ed had discovered that all of
them except Kelly preferred to be trained at his hands, diabolical as they
were, than anyone else's.  Ann, especially, showed a preference for Jon's
touch and her eye's were always on him when he was in the room.  If she
thought that Jon was the one who would punish her, she was sure to disobey.
Jon, in some way, was coming to realize this and it was scaring him even
more.

   "I think that I'll let you and the boys decide what to do," said Jon.

   Ed shook his head.  The man had natural talent, that was for sure. 
Question was, when this was all over, would he use it?  or just let it die?

   "It's probably time to start moving the unused items to the warehouse."

   "Yeah," agreed Ed.  "I'm gonna miss this, I think.  You don't get access
to pussy this prime everyday."

   Jon almost asked Ed again about the children that they'd fathered but
stopped himself.  The men he'd hired had known the score from the beginning
and had never given any indication that they had a problem with it.  Ron
had even said he liked idea that "some white bitch" was gonna have his
baby. No one knew who's baby was who's, of course.  All four of the men had
fucked the slaves constantly before and after the contraceptive had worn
off.  By the time any DNA tests came up, all four of his employees would be
gone.  Jon didn't know where they were going to.  They, of course, had no
idea what his plans were either.  It was safer that way.

   Later that evening it was time to prepare the slaves for bed.  They were
sleeping in the sense suits tonight and Elaine was the last of them to get
ready.  As Jon bent over her, getting ready to put the gag in, to his vast
surprise, she spoke.

   "Sir, may I ask a question?"

   Jon looked at the slim teen and felt very conflicted.  He'd had her body
many times, used and abused her as had all the other men.  That knowledge
aroused him.  However, at fourteen, because of him, she had more sexual
experience than most women would ever get.  That saddened him and made him
feel guilty.

   The slaves almost never asked permission to speak unless it was to go to
the bathroom.  If they asked a question that annoyed the trainer, they were
punished.  "What slave?"

   "I...  I'm pregnant, aren't I?"

   Jon rocked back on his heels for a moment looking at the girl.  Her
small breasts with their swelling pink nipples had been sucked into the
bowls, the thin leather hood covered most of her head, only her eyes and
mouth weren't covered, and her slim body was outlined by the thin cloth. 
He knew that she had probes deep in her body and she reeked of sex.  But
somehow, she still looked innocent.

   "Yes, you are pregnant."

   Tears filled her eyes.  "Why?  Why did you do this to us?"

   Jon just squatted there and Elaine started to get worried, knowing she'd
stepped over the line and would be punished.  To her surprise though, he
answered in a low voice as he closed the goggles over her eyes.

   "Your parents used their money and religion to influence the government
to get involved in things that it should never have been involved in.  Laws
based on faith instead of science were passed.  Those laws have, in many
ways, returned us to an era of barbarism, where women are treated like
chattel with no say over their own bodies.  Thousands have died or lived in
misery while people like your parents went their moral, righteous way,
ignoring all the suffering they caused.  I had a wife once, with a child on
the way."

   He stopped for a moment then continued.  "I loved my wife more than
anything in the world.  I would have gladly died for her, if I could have
even though her death was needless.  If the accident that killed her had
happened even a few years ago, she would still be alive.  But when the
accident occurred, it was too late.  The final round of anti-abortion laws
had been passed and since the fetus was still alive, they wouldn't operate
because they would have had to remove the fetus.  The law prevented them
from doing the abortion even though the fetus was going to die one way or
the other.  So.  I did this for revenge.  Like my wife, you were in the
wrong place at the wrong time."

   He leaned forward to put in the gag again, and Elaine whispered in a
trembling voice, "What was her name?"

   Jon, hesitated, then pushed the gag in and locked it in place.  He rose
and left the room, turning out the light.  The white nose in the speakers
hadn't been turned on yet but Jon was sure Elaine couldn't hear him through
the leather helmet.

   "Tina.  Her name was Tina,"

   It was a week before Jon decided to share the results of the intel he'd
received with the slaves.

   They were being whipped as he walked into the room.  Often, they were
whipped just because it pleased their trainers to do so.  Lately, that
wasn't too much of a hardship for Ann and Elaine - they got off on it. 
Patricia didn't seem to mind too much, but of course, Kelly always hated it
and usually cried.  When it was over today, they were chained kneeling on
the floor, in much the same way they'd been chained their first night.

   "Tell me, slaves, when was the last time that I lied to you?"

   The slaves looked confused.  It was a strange question.  But, as far as
they knew, Jon had never lied to them.  They had, on occasion,
mis-interpreted what he'd said, but he'd never lied to them.

   "May I speak Sir?" asked Ann.

   "Yes, slave."

   "Sir, I don't think you've ever lied to us."

   Jon nodded and motioned to Ray to gag the women.  Then he activated the
remote.  It looked like another porn movie, this time with a young woman
and two middle aged men.

   "The girl's name is Melissa.  She just turned seventeen.  She's been
fucking these two men for at least a year, as my investigators recently
found out."

   Patricia had a slight frown on her face, as if she recognized the girl
but couldn't place her.  Jon waited until just the correct moment, then
froze the picture.  It was a crystal clear shot of Patricia's husband about
to slide a large cock into the girl's wet cunt.

   There were gasps from the women.  Jon restarted the movie, waiting until
the other man's face was clearly illuminated.  It was, of course, Kelly's
husband.  He was sliding his cock between the girl's waiting lips.  After a
short time, the girl was eagerly pumping the prick as it slid into and out
of her sucking mouth.

   Jon froze the picture again and stood.

   "Ray, make sure these slaves watch the rest of this.  Personally, I
think the men look so comical that not even the not cute teen they're
fucking can make me interested in the rest.  Besides, I already had to
watch it once.

   Kelly and Patricia were in shock, Patricia had tears sliding down her
cheeks.  Ann had sort of a smirk on her face and Elaine was blushing
furiously with her eyes on the ground.

   Ray gave him a big grin and said, "Heh, sho ting Boss.  Get yo eyes off
da flow you bitches!" Jon heard a whip crack on someone's back as he left
the room.

   As they days passed, he had them watch other clips that had been
forwarded to him.  He also watched the internet for some sign that what
he'd passed to his hacker had hit the erotica groups.  Finally, a two weeks
after he'd made the drop off, he saw the first videos hit the erotica
groups.  To be sure, the groups were a pale shadow of what they once were,
but they were still pretty active.  Since the videos were new stuff, they
were wildly popular.  It was another few days before anyone started
pointing out the similarities between what the females looked like and
certain famous, but dead, persons looked like.  Naturally there was
discussion on the topic, but most people figured that it was just a
coincidence.  Four days later, law enforcement got involved.  They were as
subtle as they usually were, meaning everyone knew they were trolling for
who had made the video or who had posted it.  Since the posting had come
from outside the U.S.  it was very hard to trace.  His hacker was quite
good and had a great time running rings around U.S.  law enforcement.  It
was what he did for kicks.

   From this point on, the drop box that Jon used was closed.  There would
be no more packages between him and NyetBug.  Jon still logged onto his
hotmail account to get information from the guy, but considering the number
of anonymous servers that Jon went through to protect his IP, it would be a
while before the law came after him.  That, of course, would only happen if
they got the hacker.  It was possible, of course, but unlikely since they
guy usually kept a very low profile.  They had never seen each other and
Jon had used a bank in the Camen Islands to give the money to the kid. 
That had been simple once he'd gotten most of his money outside of U.S. 
Again, all of this could be tracked, but they'd have to pull in big
resources.

   The day finally came almost five months after they'd been captured, for
the last and most risky part of Jon's plan.  Kelly, Ann and Patricia were
quite obviously pregnant and even Elaine was showing a bit.  It was good,
he thought, to be finishing this up, if for no other reason than that he
was tired of them puking all over the place.  That morning, the men all got
together to go over the last minute details.

   "Now you guy's are sure you're gonna be OK?"

   "Yeah," replied Ben.  "Aside from missing the prime pussy, of course. 
But hey, I'm sure that I'll be able to find some where I'm going."

   "What about moving out the stuff?"

   "Most of the stuff we wanted to keep is gone.  The suits and a few other
odds and ends are the only things that are left, and we'll be able to bring
them with us.  The trunks are heavy though.  You sure you're gonna be able
to handle them?" asked Ed.

   "Yes," replied Jon.  "As long as everything's loaded up in the van, I
won't have any trouble.  Besides, I have a plane to catch."

   "I still think you're stupid for hanging around after you call," said
Ron.

   "I'll be alright." The thought that Jon was going to hang around to
watch the fun.  They were wrong.  "I've got a different mask to put on in
the van, and besides, it'll be fun to see what happens."

   "It's your ass.  I'll be long gone," chuckled Ed.

   There was silence for a moment.

   "I'm gonna miss you guys.  I couldn't have done this with out your
commitment."

   "Shit," said Roy, "I'd have done if for half what you paid."

   "Well, I wish you'd told me that at the beginning!"

   They all laughed at that, then went off to do their assigned tasks.  It
was unfortunate that they couldn't just leave the women here to be found,
but there was too much of a chance they the wouldn't be able to sanitize
place enough.  The fire that would start at midnight would take care of
that though.  Arson, sure enough, but it would destroy any evidence.  The
expensive toys had been removed from the place, but all the common, easy to
replace bondage furniture was still there.  It would all burn quite nicely.

   The hard drive in the computer that Jon had been using, was replaced
with a drive that had been imaged at the same time the current one had been
created.  It was basically a virgin drive, with a hacked version of an
operating system on it.  There was no data.  John destroyed the other drive
with a sledge hammer - after using a Sawzall to cut it in half.  Then, he
dumped the parts in the sea.

   In the last year, not all of his time had been spent on just learning
how to train slaves.  He'd done a lot of reading on covert operations and
how to 'sanitize' a site.  How to disappear from society and change one's
identity had also been on the list.  Since no one suspected him of
anything, he didn't think that this was going to be a problem.  Plus, the
slaves had never seen his real face.  His car, complete with corpse, would
be found tomorrow.  Of course, it wasn't his corpse, but the id did match
his current medical records.

   Each slave was put into a crate.  They were all too pregnant to put into
a small one, but the crates were long enough and would hold them just fine.
They knew something was up, but had no idea what it was.  They'd been
spending more and more of their time "experiencing" porn in their suits
lately to know just how much equipment had been removed from the site.  By
the time they had were put into the crates, they'd all been washed very
thoroughly and the only sperm that they'd had on or in them had gone into
their mouths.  And not even that had happened in the last 24 hours.  Of
course, they'd had plenty of sex with each other.

   When Jon got to the building, an abandoned church, with the four crates,
he unloaded them and put them inside.  The neighborhood wasn't the
greatest, but he'd staked the church out for weeks and no one seemed to use
it.  It being a poor neighborhood, most of the street cams were out so he
didn't have to worry about that.  He still had four hours to get to his
plane.  Before the mandatory search required three hours before flight.  He
was sure that his passport would hold up, but that part still made him
nervous.

   Jon uncrated each of the slaves who looked around in confusion.  This
was not what they were expecting.  Jon began to prepare them for their
unveiling.  As he talked to them, he explained to them that they were being
sold and that their buyer was coming to get them that night.  They were
gagged and each was bound to something in the chamber that exposed their
bodies.  He whipped them and worked them up, then added breast harnesses to
them.  A spreader bar was affixed between their legs and the largest dildo
that each one could take - quite large at this point, was inserted.  He
left them, turning out the lights.  They'd be there at least an hour, but
considering their training, this would not be a hardship.

   He went into another room and changed this skin mask to one no one had
seen.  He looked black now, and his clothes fit in with what some of the
working poor wore around here.  Then he drove the van to an especially bad
part of the neighborhood and left it with the window open.  It was clean of
all his prints and he was pretty sure that it would be stripped long before
the cops found it.  He made a call to his hacker friend and the emails went
out.  Jon caught a bus with his small pack.  He'd told the men he intended
to stay around and watch the fun, but the TV was as close as he intended to
get.

   By the time he got to the bus station and removed his latest skin mask
(flushing it down the toilet) and applied his last disguise (matching his
passport), it had hit the news.  Like everyone else, he watched as the T.V.
crews descended on the church and found the slaves.  By the time the media
circus really got going, he was at the airport.  He was taking off toward
his first stop as the news channels were flooding the airwaves with
"unconfirmed reports" of who the slaves actually were, and the fact that
they were pregnant and had been held as sexual captives.  Jon slept.  Very
soundly.


Epilogue:
"...  and no one knows how this war will be resolved." Jon snapped off
the TV.  He really didn't want to watch it anyway.  It was depressing, to

say the least.

   Five years had passed since he had left the states.  Things there had
not gone well.  They were calling it the second American Civil war.  No one
would have thought it would come to that, but it had.  The United States
were united no longer.  This time though, it was East against West, with
plenty of gorilla warfare going on in the cities.  The West had declared
itself the Free States of America, the East considered themselves the
Loyalists.  Loyal to the government, rather than the constitution.  It was
very ugly, but the world had learned the hard way to keep out.  At least
until the States had been weakened further.

   The UN had decided to send in a Peace Keeping force during the first few
months to help stabilize the situation.  Within a week they were captured
and ejected from the country with a warning.  No such restraint could be
guaranteed if this were to happen again.  Things had gone rapidly down hill
from there as several countries, most notably China, had discovered that,
even though the US was at war with itself, her external defenses worked
quite well and were manned quite ably.  Specifically, the missile and
costal defense systems.  While the Americans were too busy to retaliate,
incursions from Mexico into Texas met with marked little success and many
casualties.  A European fleet attempted a blockade of American ports.  She
responded by having incoming ships escorted by the Navy.  There were only a
few incidents before the Europeans decided that the cost in personal and
material was a bit too high.  Plus, American money was still good, despite,
or perhaps because of, the huge disruptions in the world economy.  America
finally issued an ultimatum.  Stay out or it would respond with nuclear
force.  Most people thought it was just a bluff, but with all the unrest,
no one wanted to test it.

   "Daddy?  Are you going to tuck me in?"

   Jon looked over and smiled at the little girl.  "Sure honey.  The sitter
will be here in a minute."

   "OK.  Are you going to read to me too?"

   Jon laughed.  "Yes, Tina.  Don't I read to you every night?" He reached
down and tickled the four year old.  She giggled with delight and squirmed
away.  John let her go and she raced for her bed room.  Jon followed in
time to see the girl dive under the covers.  He stopped and selected a book
from the shelf to read to her.

   Tina was a miracle to him.  The night that his wife had died, the man
Jon had contacted was a friend who had lamented, on occasion, the
restrictions placed on his field of study.  He was a fertility specialist
who'd had so many restrictions placed on his practice that he would have to
shut down soon.  Jon, knowing that Tina was dying, asked if there was
anything that could be done.  His friend had extracted some of Tina's eggs.
When Jon had arrived in Australia, he'd contacted the man, who was already
here.  Together, they'd found a surragote mother, and Jon eventually ended
up with a daughter.  Of course, it had been very complicated to achieve
this, but it had been done.  Jon had a daughter by his late wife and he
couldn't have loved her more.

   Little Tina was asleep by the time the sitter got there.  She already
had all the information she needed, and Jon left her.

   As he drove to the club, Jon reflected that he hadn't escaped as
unscathed as he'd thought from his revenge.  Oh, it had been everything he
could have hoped for.  The women had been humiliated beyond belief - their
positions in the community destroyed.  As soon as it was common knowledge
that they were alive, the demand for the video clips that Jon had planted
grew astronomically.  They were quite the news item for over six months. 
Patricia, after one or two interviews, completely retired from pubic life.
Kelly refused all interviews.  The fact that they had been all so obviously
pregnant had kept them from getting an abortion.  The babies were born, but
somehow the media lost track of them after that.  Patricia and Kelly were
hounded by the media for another year, but Ann and Elaine had disappeared
from their radar, being mentioned only occasionally.  Finally, all mention
of the two teens ceased.

   Yes, Jon thought, things were going well.  He had more than enough money
for him and Tina to live quite well, and he'd found, well helped create, a
place to indulge in his...  interests.  The club had been founded using
some of his money.  It was a very exclusive, very hard core BDSM club. 
Other countries had taken to heart the lesson that the United States had
given and more and more politicians shied away from legislating sexual
behavior.  It wasn't that way everywhere, but Australia had been taken to
this lesson quite well.

   Jon settled into a chair with a drink.  Few people knew that he was a
primary owner in the club.  There were women that he played with, from time
to time.  None as well trained as Ann and Elaine had been, and few were
into the level of rough play they'd learned to enjoy, but one couldn't have
everything.

   He scanned the small crowd, wondering if any of his play partners were
going to be here tonight.  He noted that there were two new women, quite
striking in their appearance.  The upper body of the smaller one was bound
quite severely and she was being led through the area on a leash.  Her arms
were in a single sheath, heavy weights pulled her nipples and it looked
like she'd been lashed rather badly.  He turned back to his small table and
drank a bit more wine.  When he back around, his heart almost stopped.  The
two women were in front of him, with the bound one kneeling on the floor.

   "Hello Jon," said the standing one.

   He looked at them trying to keep from showing his reaction on his face.
"I think you have me confused with someone else.  My name is Eric."

   "No it isn't," said the woman as she slid into a chair at his table. 
The other girl knelt silently at her Mistress' feet.  "Or rather, that
might be what it is now, but that's not what it was in the States." She
leaned forward, "You remember the States, right?  It's where you imprisoned
Elaine and I and had us trained as slaves, then impregnated."

   Jon said nothing and Ann continued.  "We hated you, you know." She
leaned forward and slapped Jon on the face.  The blow was hard, but rather
than stun him it angered him and he began to stand up.  "We loved you and
you left us."

   That got his attention.  "Look lady, I don't know who you are.  But you
raise your hand to me again, and I'll have you thrown out of the club.  Now
why don't you go and find another table."

   "No way.  You're the reason we're here.  It's taken us all this time to
find you and Elaine and I aren't going to let you just get up and walk
away."

   "You're from the States you say?  And you think I imprisoned you?  Even
if that were true, you'd have no jurisdiction over me here."

   "We didn't come here to turn you in," Ann laughed.  "Actually, my slave
and I wanted to thank you."

   "Since I don't know you, what would you have to thank me for?"

   "Setting us free.  Look, cut the bullshit.  I know it's you.  I found
the hacker that you'd used for all your work.  Elaine's quite the little
hacker herself.  One of her many talents.  He didn't want to give you up,
you know, but I had something that your money couldn't buy."

   "This is fascinating and all, but really..."

   "Oh please.  Fine, you won't admit it.  At least listen to what I have
to say," she sighed.  "Anyway, you'd given him a lot of money, but I was
able to give him Elaine.  He really wanted the girl in the videos that
you'd distributed, and that paid for a lot.  Of course, that still didn't
tell us who you really were.  But when Elaine told me that you had a wife
named Tina and how she'd died, I was able to get him to scrounge through
some of the old computer records.  Little bastard had held out on us and
Elaine spotted the medical stats you'd had changed to stage your death
You'd be surprised how many of those he'd arrainged.  You really should
have had him purge the records; they were your one weak link.  But Elaine
knew who your wife had been and that was the clincher.  By the way, she
purged the records herself.  Anyway, to make a long story short, it took a
while, but now we're here."

   "I see.  Just out of curiosity why are you here?" asked Jon.  "I mean,
this all sounds rather complex and I don't understand why you think I'm a
part of it."

   "Like I said, Elaine and I like what you made us.  Not that I had any
chance of turning out as anything else anyway.  I hated my family,
especially my mother.  They actually threw us out the first time they
caught me using Elaine.  She's quite good you know.  You should see some of
the things I've trained the little slut to do since we last met."

   "Well, as I said, I don't know what this has to do with me, but it's a
free club.  Enjoy yourselves."

   Ann stood, pulling Elaine to her feet by the leash.  The leash, Jon
noted, was attached to her nipple rings.

   "Fine.  We're off to play now.  Feel free to join in at any time."

   Jon watched Ann lead Elaine to the wooden pony.  He realized that his
cock was rock hard.

   End of The Law.

   Author's note:

   Is this story realistic?  Well, parts of it are.  Parts are not.  There
are probably many holes in Jon's escape, for instance.  But the story was
based on things that are happening in the US right now.  If this story
makes even a few people check out the DCMA, the RIAA, the MPAA or the
unconstitutional laws being enacted for our so called Safety, then I'll be
happy.
   Copyright 2003 by Dark Pen.