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Any Job in a Storm 

Chapter 10 

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I was to say the least amazed when my 'owner' announced that we were going away 
for a few days. My hair, which by now was rather a mess, needed some attention 
that it received from one of his friends, apparently a hairdresser. I ended up 
with my waist length hair bleached completely white and permed so I had a cloud 
of curly white hair. It was obviously long in the planning as I received neck, 
ankle and wrist restraints of carbon fibre which were bonded like the corset not 
to be removed. 
For the journey, I was gagged by a very discreet two-part affair fixed through 
my huge tongue piercing. I did however get to wear proper clothes for the first 
time in a year, I say proper, i.e. a dress over my fixed underwear teamed with 
6" heels. I thought I was finally going to see outside but just before we 
departed he fitted me with opaque contact lenses, I looked unimpeded but I was 
essentially blind. 
I was loaded into a car and strapped in, my ankles chained to something between 
my feet, my wrists were linked together and my hands enclosed in a single mitt. 
Any idea of escape was effectively thwarted. 
The journey was long, we stopped for food somewhere along the way, my gag was 
removed and the mitt taken off and a hot dog thrust into my hands. My release 
was all too short and we were soon back on the road, he did at least let me 
release my bladder's contents first. We must have travelled for another four or 
five hours before we stopped and I was escorted to a room where my bindings and 
gag were removed. With a caution not to remove the contacts, I was then locked 
in for the night. I could hear very little outside of the room but I was certain 
I had heard some other language to German being used by someone on the transfer 
to this room. 
Next morning, I guess - it's what my body clock thought; I was fed as I was now 
used to, before being used for sex. I fell asleep when he had done, and slept 
deeply. When I awoke, my face was sore as were my arms and legs, well most of me 
really. I was kept in the room for over a week by a guess, the soreness 
subsided, and my thoughts turned to wondering why. I couldn't come up with 
anything, much less the real reason. 
We were on the move again, I was trussed again for this much shorter trip, only 
an hour or so. When our destination was reached I was attached to a leash which 
was then used to lead me into a building where my ears were assailed by a 
clamour of people. I realised then this was a slave fair or convention, even in 
another language the slave/master conversations were easy to pick out. When we 
were once more ensconced in a private room I eventually recovered my sight. It 
took a few minutes to adjust but I could see again and wished I couldn't. 
It all came together now, the soreness affecting me all over, at some point, 
probably drugged, I had been the subject of some further body modifications from 
a tattoo gun. Essentially I was now wearing a body decorated with a complete 
body suit, well that's what it looked like anyway. Just my hands, feet and head 
were not covered in the multi-coloured extravaganza. They had not escaped the 
attentions however, both hands had matching multi colour patterns on the back, 
these were echoed on my feet. My neck up to my jaw line was also tattooed, only 
my face was not coloured. It was but I didn't find that out till later. 
I got strict instructions on what I was to do, to be honest I was so distraught 
by the tattoos that I just nodded and went along. I was naked but for my perma 
wear gear, gagged and leashed, I was probably in a worse way than Mandy was when 
I first saw her. After all I was destined to be used as a whore with only a rear 
entrance, with a full body tattoo, in a foreign land for who knows how long. 
My luck was just about to change. 
The fair was being run in a similar fashion to the one I had gone to in 
Lancaster with Polly. Biggest difference was location, language and extremes 
shown. By the signage and the fact something not German, I was quite proficient 
in that now, was being spoken, I guessed we were in Holland. As a slave I just 
followed my putative owner around and answered in good German any query he let 
me. From my previous experience I knew it was better to play along than buck 
him, so Julie was now Slave Carbon, that's what I answered to in my best German. 

I thought my body was abused but looking about, I was far from being unusual. 
One girl I saw was covered with brands and not just her torso, another had two 
rows of rings down her back laced like a corset. Amongst the crowds I thought I 
saw a familiar face, but no it couldn't be, well it certainly looked like Steve. 
Couldn't possibly be that lookalike had a slave in tow, one with a huge tattoo 
that I recognised. I had to battle my instincts to rush across, how come Steve 
and Mandy were here and just as important why were they acting like slave and 
master? 
I wasn't sure that I was recognisable, the white bubble perm and multi hued 
skin, but there was just a hope anyway. I studied them as they progressed 
through the gathering, if it was an act it was spot on, a couple of times Mandy 
was chastised for apparently nothing. Steve was systematically moving through 
the crowd and I realised he was looking for something, someone, me? The couple 
approached my master and Steve started a conversation, I can't recall what he 
said but it was something about admiring his slave, me that is. Mandy was 
checking me out but obviously wasn't able to comment. My brother addressed me 
'Do you like your master, he is so generous with you?' Steve spoke in English. 
I hesitated a touch before answering in perfect German, 'Ja, ich bin gluck' 
which by his reaction was unexpected, for a German speaker I understood English 
right good! 
I did my best to contain my excitement, had Steve or Mandy actually twigged that 
the tattooed German girl was the missing Julie? Well I needn't have worried on 
that score. They later told me that the lisp nearly put them off but Mandy at 
least was 100% sure it was me. I now had a realistic chance of rescue sometime 
soon. 
It was sooner than I could have hoped. That night my 'master' locked me to a 
floor-mounted vertical bar, it was attached directly to my collar and left me 
forced into a crouch. In addition my ankles were manacled to this bit of torture 
gear and my wrists in turn to them. I was awoken that night by Mandy with a 
bundle of clothes and a dark wig. My recent master was unconscious and Steve was 
in the process of binding him. 
'Quick fraulein, dress' 
'God am I glad to see you two' I lisped 
'Not half as much as us, now hurry' 
'If I'm going anywhere you will have to get me off of this' 
'Oh shit, there's bolt cutters in the car, I'll have to fetch them' 
'There's keys in his jacket pocket' 
'Great' 
Mandy soon had me freed and I did as I was bid and was dressed by the time Steve 
had finished. Mandy grabbed the felons bag, I knew he kept everything in that. 
Steve led the way as we excited the hotel and I spotted something familiar, my 
lovely Saab convertible. 
'In' 
I jumped in the back, Mandy and Steve in front, and Steve took us sedately away 
from my persecutor. 
'You alright sis?' 
'Well as good as it gets right now. How did you find me?' 
'Mandy's idea really, we were sure you were alive, oh you don't know do you, 
well the police said you died in the car crash, but we, and John and Polly for 
that matter didn't believe it. But how could we prove otherwise. The break came 
when some woman came forward just before Christmas, she had seen you stopped 
changing a wheel with some guy in a Merc.' Mandy took up the tale 
'Between us we kept looking, the police found the vital clue, a picture of a 
girl in fetish gear, it wasn't a good picture but it was you and the camera put 
dates on the pictures, it was taken weeks after the smash.' 
Steve took it up again, 
'Problem was, where were you? As you were obviously being held somewhere our 
options were limited. John and Polly put the word out with their contacts but it 
didn't look too hopeful. My wife, oh you didn't know that either, we're married 
now, thought that we could try the fetish scene across the continent and so we 
have, with Papillon's sponsorship, been doing the rounds. We weren't going to do 
this one, I know how Mandy feels about the slave trade, but Mand insisted and 
I'm glad she did' 
'Me too, thanks Mandy, you can't believe how much I owe you.' 
'You owe me nothing, er did you know your face keeps changing colour?' 
'It must be the street lights' 
'Uht, uh, not those colours' 
It then dawned on me; my face was sore at the same time as the rest of me. 
'The bastard, it must be light sensitive ink he used to tattoo my face' 
'We've got his papers, he won't get away with it' 
'Too right he won't!' I was enraged more than ever 'you see these?' I indicated 
my wristbands 'the bastard has bonded these, the ones on my ankles and neck plus 
this corset' I rapped my torso 'they are going to take some getting off, if at 
all. And there's somewhere else too' 
Mandy got my drift, I guess Steve did by his silence. 
'I saw that corset thing, does it hurt?' 
'Not now, but it's a bit extreme.' 
'How big is it, it looked painful small' 
'Lets put it this way, I touch fingers around me, he did show me, I think it was 
30cm.' 
'Bloody hell, that's only twelve inches!' 
'Well at least I won't need to worry about corsets. I've not seen me for weeks.' 

'How long have you been tattooed? 
'By my reckoning about ten days, but I only found out when we got to the fair, 
he kept me blinded. He was subtle like that, opaque contact lenses, my tongue,' 
I showed my pierced tongue, Mandy winced 'and my bum has been sorely abused.' 
We were back home next morning, my captor was arrested, but it wasn't the end of 
my torment. My shackles were removed and the chastity plate was released, the 
catheter was at long last removed and that was bliss. The carbon corset took a 
bit more effort but that too came off to reveal my distorted torso and my 
biggest area of un-tattoed flesh. I was lucky really, the tattoo ink was high 
quality and of a new gel type, not like Mandy's, and despite first panicked 
impressions, there wasn't as much as I thought, that meant that laser removal 
was highly successful, if a long process. (I did keep a couple, but I'm not 
telling where) the only untreatable area was my eyelids, I would forever have 
glow in the dark make up! 
It was several months before I was ready to face the world again and return to 
work at Papillon, my baby, the Ethernet shop was still a roaring success and I 
was happy to be back to a normal life. I will always have to wear a corset now, 
my waist cannot support my upper body properly, but that's no real hardship. It 
will be two years soon since I uttered those fatalistic words, 'Any job in a 
storm', and I've had adventure enough to last a lifetime and exposure to more 
alternative lifestyle than I really wanted. My brother has married the girl I 
rescued from a life of slavery and I've lived that life myself. Phew. 
Perhaps I can live a normal life again? 

Maddy Bell 09.04.01