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 In over their heads

   1 Had I known, going in there, that it would be the last time I would
see my wife for more than a year, then I would have stayed home that night,
and kept her with me.  But we were innocent, and young, we had gotten into
swinging when we were still dating.  It excited me to see her with another
man, sometimes several other men.

   We met Trisha at a swingers party when we were just married and she was
a long time bed mate and what some call a fuck-buddy.  She had a lot of
male friends and she would tie me to a chair as her friends used Skye, my
wife, on the bed and floor where I could see it happening.  I was so turned
on by the time it was over that it hurt.

   Skye would untie me and we would have the hottest fuck of the week.  It
was a dream.  And like all dreams, it had to end.  The next natural step
was slave play.  And seeing Skye walking around the clubs in just a collar
and a sheer gown, that hid none of her fabulous body, was enough to almost
make me cum.  Seeing the hands on her tits and her pussy thru the gown was
a thrill, and seeing friends of ours hike up the back of her gown and fuck
her as she stood at the bar or against a wall was a very erotic thrill.

   One weekend, Trisha brought over the usual group of ten or eleven men
and a large box of toys.  Sky was a bit nervous; she was wearing only her
collar and leash, and was referring to her self as 'this slut' and the
like. She could refuse no man the use of her body while the collar was on.
And Trishas' friends were all very large and a little rough.  I was to
watch, and be the slave for Trisha, call her mistress etc... and do what
she said without question.

   We were both enjoying it.  Sky wasn't allowed to walk, nor to speak
unless spoken to or look another person in the eye.  I watched as she was
triple penetrated several times and her ass and breasts were slapped and
abused.  She was just a fuck toy to them, and it was really turning me on.
She drank their cum and thanked them as they used and abused her.  And each
time they touched her, to bring pleasure or pain, it turned me on more and
more.

   Hours passed.  Then days, as she crawled around, cooking for them and
cleaning for them, getting fucked over and over in as many positions and
holes as they wanted.  She could not tell them no, even when they hurt her.
When they poured hot wax on her tits, or when they spanked her round, firm
ass until it was an angry cherry red.  She screamed as they pinched her
nipples with clamps and paddled the swollen, bald lips of her cunt with a
small rubber paddle.

   When it was done, we lay in bed together, with Trisha on one side of me
and Skye on the other.  We cuddled and fucked and had a good time.  My cock
was so hard it ached and we fucked all night long.  As usual when we did
things like this, both Skye and me had taken some time off work, she would
need it to heal and I would need it to fuck her as often and as hard as
possible.

   Later, as Skye lay sleeping, I showered and Trisha joined me.  We did a
quick fuck-andcuddle in the tub with the hot water running over us and she
looked up into my eyes.

   "Tell me, Will.  Do you like seeing Skye crawl around and be a fucktoy
for a bunch of men?  For a bunch of strangers?"

   "Yes.  Yes I do, actually." It was my favorite fantasy.  "Why do you
ask, you already know that, Trish."

   She smiled and sat up.  "If you want, I can have her trained like a real
slave.  I would do it as a favor to you."

   I will admit I was very intrigued.  Seeing Skye act the slave was hot.
But having her be a slave... I could only nod, and my cock, still inside
Trishas' hot tight pussy, got hard again almost instantly.  She smiled and
started to rock back and forth.  I have never been called big, until after
we met Trisha Then I bought some of those 'natural male enhancement' drugs,
and I had ballooned to a solid 12 inches long and almost 2 1\2 around.  I
was big and thick, and Trish loved to ride me.  And ride me she did, till
my balls clenched and I filled her tight slit with my hot seed.

   When we were done, Trish got dressed and said she had some things to
take care of, but to come to a master/slave club she frequented in two days
if I was serious.  And she told me not to tell Skye.  It was better if the
slave did not know what was happening to her until well after it had
started.  She left the address and then kissed me before leaving.  Little
did I know what I had just committed us both to.

   Looking at my beautifully abused sleeping bride, I crawled into bed and
nuzzled into her neck as she slept.  I almost told her, when she woke.  But
I resisted and decided to surprise her.  Looking back I wish I had told
her, so she had some idea of what she was getting into.  Even though,
looking at it now, I didn't really have a clue what Trisha had planned.

   2

   The night was clear when Skye and I stepped out of the car and walked
hand in hand towards the club.  Two men, wearing black t-shirts with
'SECURITY' in yellow letters stopped us.

   "Dominant or submissive?" I said dom, she said sub.  The men both raised
an eyebrow and looked at her suddenly as if she was an animal.  "Slaves are
not allowed clothes, nor to look a master or mistress in the eye, nor to
walk upright.  You are an animal, now strip, and crawl like one."

   We were standing in the street and there wee several people nearby,
watching the exchange.  Skye turned a lovely dark red and slowly did as she
was told.  She stopped when she got down to her bra and panties, and the
men both looked thunderstruck, then angry.

   "Why are you wearing underwear?!  Did your master say you could?" They
turned to me and I was a little shocked.

   "ummm... I... we... ummm..." We were saved by Trisha, who walked over in
a leather dom outfit and waved the men away.  Looking Skye over, she
smiled.

   "All of it, sweetie.  Or you can't come in.  Slaves are not people. 
They are property.  It's like putting clothes on a coffee table." Skye
divested herself of her bra and panties, and stood naked and sheepish in
the street.  At Trishas insisting, she got down and Trish knelt to collar
her, and she slipped an arm into mine as she led Skye and me into the club.

   Now, at this point, I feel I should describe by wife.  She is about five
foot four, with a very full, curvy figure.  Nice round ass and firm, soft
32 D breasts with big dark nipples.  Her pussy is naturally hairless.  Her
hair, ruby red, tumbled down her back to her ass and her waist is very
tiny, giving her that wonderful hourglass figure.  Her face is very lovely
and her big green eyes could win over any man.  In short, she was very
sexy.

   As we walked into the club, the surroundings should have been my first
clue that something was wrong.  The exterior was a nondescript warehouse
and the inside was almost abandoned.  There was a stairway leading down,
and there was light and heat and music coming from the opening.  Skye was
allowed to walk down the steps but then had to go immediately to her hands
and knees again.

   Once we got into the room, I looked around.  The second clue that this
was not what I had in mind should have been this room.  Everything was
portable.  The speakers and the music booth were easily dismantled and
carried out, and the furniture was, for the most part, folding tables and
chairs.  The only heavier furniture were the heavy captain chairs brought
by some of the masters and mistresses.

   Looking around, I saw just how few people here were clothed.  Nearly
every woman was naked, and quite a few of the men were as well.  There were
couples having sex in multiple positions and with multiple partners all
over the room.  Once we were in, Trish handed the leash to me, gestured for
me to follow, and led us over to a private booth.

   I noticed that girls on leashes were mostly ignored and girls without
them were free game for anything that anyone wanted to do.  We sat and Skye
was made to kneel on the clean swept concrete floor.  Looking to me, Trish
smiles.

   "So, are you ready for her to start learning what it really means to be
a slave?" Skye looked at me questioningly, and I thought it over.  I was
having second thoughts, but I nodded.  Trish reached down and unhooked the
leash.  Within moments, Skye was drug from the booth and was triple
penetrated not five feet away.  I almost stood, but Trish held me still
with a hand on my arm and a shake of the head.

   I watched and felt a little uneasy.  I knew none of these men.  And
while I was not really worried about pregnancy, as she had the shot that
kept her infertile for six months, and had just received the booster a week
before.  But diseases had me worried.  I knew that Trish only invited over
men who were clean, but I was sure she did not know most of these people.

   She could see the doubt on my face and smiled.  "Don't worry, Will. 
Everyone here is safe.  Help me undress, and we can snag a slave girl and
have some fun." I helped her peel off the cat suit, and she helped me get
out of my own normal street clothes.  And she explained the rules.

   "There is no permanent disfigurement of other peoples slaves.  Slaves
cannot say no to anything.  But the masters know that doing something
forbidden will get them banned from the parties.  And that is almost
certainly an end to their lifestyle, so they are all careful of the rules.
I have already told everyone that Skye is an amateur, and that they should
go a little easy on her tonight."

   I felt a little easier, and went with Trish to select a slave.  We
picked a young Asian girl named Doll, she was very young, perhaps 16, and
very petite, almost living up to her name.  She moaned and got very wet as
we fucked and used her together.  She laid still as I poured wax over her
teacup breasts and her bare, bald pussy and screamed loudly as I twisted
her pierced nipples.  She fucked and sucked me and Trish pounded her ass
with a strap-on all the while.

   I saw Skye intermittently during the night and she was happily fucking
and sucking everything in reach.  She was acting the perfect slave, and the
last time I remember seeing her that night is still very clear in my mind.
She was lying on the floor, silent.  There was a trail of cum glittering in
the half-light on her chest.  She turned her head slowly to look at me and
smiled.  She mouthed 'I love you' as another man knelt down and lay over
her.  Her back arched gracefully as he shoved his meat into her, then she
was hidden from view.

   As the dawn approached, I went looking for her.  But even though I
searched high and low, I could not find her.  I started to panic, and Trish
found me in a state of near hysteria.

   "What's the matter, Will?"

   "Skye.  I can't find Skye.  I have to call the police." I headed for my
car, and the cell phone I had left there.  Trish stopped me.

   "You wanted this, Will.  It is only what you asked for.  She has been
taken as a slave.  When she's ready, you'll be given a chance to get her
back.  For a price.  You see; the men who do this for a living are not
cheap.  There is a lot of time and effort put into breaking a slave, and
they have to recoup that somehow."

   I was shocked and afraid.  So much so that I felt like throwing up.  I
latched on to Trisha with both hands and backed her up to the wall.  "Where
is she, Trisha?  Tell me where my wife is.  I want to take her home.  You
didn't tell me that she would be taken away."

   "You didn't ask, Will.  You didn't think to ask me what was involved. 
You just let your cock lead the way." She reached out and grabbed me by the
cock and balls and squeezed.  Hard.  I let her go, right after I threw up.
Then I passed out.

   When I woke, I was alone.  My clothes were in a pile nearby and the rest
of the room was bare.  I dressed quickly and ran to my car.  Skyes' clothes
and leash and collar were there, as was a videodisc.  I drove home to watch
the disc.

   3

   The video was Skye.  She was fucking and sucking, enjoying herself and
being used as a fuck toy.  She loved every minute of it.  There was more
than two hours of it and I was sobbing with the wanting of her by the end.
Then I watched as she was hit with a stun gun and lifted by a large man I
had seen at the party.  The camera follows him outside and he dumps her
into the trunk of a car.  Then the car drove away.  There was a moment of
static, then Trisha.

   "Hello Will.  I am here to tell you that precious Skye is doing fine. 
She is already well into her new life.  Now, you could probably go to the
police and try and track her down, but then you will never get the chance
to have her back.  We'll have her out of the country and sold before you
can even figure out where she was.  Now, if you are a good little boy, you
will continue to get these tapes about once a month or so and when she is
ready, you will be allowed to make the first bid on her when she comes up
for sale.  But save your money.  The bidding usually starts at about five
thousand dollars.  So save up and I'll see you when I think you can handle
the contact."

   Then the tape was over.  I watched it over and over for the next several
days.  I didn't even eat or sleep.  I called Skyes work and told them that
due to some unforeseen problems, she would have to quit for a while, and
that she would try to call in a few weeks.  It took a lot of explaining to
get past it, but I did.  Then I called her family.  They were much harder
to convince, and her brother, Danny, who had never liked me, said he was
driving down.

   I sighed and waited for him to arrive.  I showered and dressed and cut
my vacation a week short.  I started putting in a lot of overtime and when
Danny called and said that everything was taken care of, I didn't complain.
Nor was I surprised.  About a month after she was taken, I got another
disc. I sobbed as I watched it, and looked to Doll.  The slave had brought
the disc and herself.  She was there to console me and warm my bed.  A
reward for being good.

   Skye was being whipped and punished.  I watched them make her sleep in a
cage and she ate without using her hands.  Each slip up brought her a
stinging lash of a riding crop across her upraised ass, which was already
red and purple with bruises.  Then she is taught, there are clips of her
being shown how to do things, how to act and how to speak.  Sometimes she
complains and is punished and other times she is compliant, and she is
given a treat, like she is a dog.

   As the tape went on, my wife did me proud, and fought them like a
wildcat every step of the way.  But I found myself wishing she would just
give up, so they would stop hurting her.  When the tape ended, I tried
grilling Doll for information.  But she told me nothing.  So I used her,
and very roughly.  I did things to her that I saw done on the tape.  I made
her scream and made her beg and left marks and bruises on her that would
take months to heal.  I left her tied to the bed while I went to work and
raped her every night when I got home.  When I ran out of cum, I abused her
holes with whatever I could find.  She stayed a week, and one day she was
simply gone when I woke.

   And I had other problems.  Even scrimping and saving, I had only about
seven thousand in the bank, and that was after selling my car and driving
hers.  I worked nights and weekends, sold what I did not need, and still
did not have enough, in my eyes, to be able to buy her.  To me she was
worth more than I could accrue in a lifetime.  She was everything.

   The next disc didn't make it easier.  She was still fighting them, tooth
and nail.  And she was looking much worse for the wear.  Her back was
bruised from her neck all the way to her ankles.  She had a collar that was
locked around her neck and bracelets around her wrists and ankles.  As I
watched, she was raised from the floor by a rope tied around her breasts
and her ass was whipped some more.  She gave blood-curdling screams with
each blow.  Then she was left for some men to use.  She fought them and
they raped her.  When it ended, she was thrown back in her cage.

   Then came the auction.  I nearly panicked when I saw it.  I though it
was her being sold, but it was a few other women.  They had all sold
quickly, and all for an excess of twenty five thousand dollars each.  I was
nearly heartbroken.  I needed money, and fast.  I had no idea when she
would be sold.  Unable to think clearly, I did something that was, perhaps,
not the best idea.  But in the end, it turned out to be my saving grace.

   4

   I went out and I got drunk.  I went to a club that Skye and I used to go
to and got trashed out of my gourd.  At one point I started dancing with
any woman that asked and as the night wore on and I got more and more
drunk, I started talking.  I found myself in a booth with Sandy, a woman
that I knew from some of the parties that I had been to.  I guess I spilled
my guts, about Skye, about the desperate need for money, and she listened
without saying a word as she drove me home.  On my front porch, she
deposited me in the swing and sat beside me.  What happened next was like a
sending from GOD.

   "Ummmm, Will.  I've been thinking about what you told me, about Skye and
the way you have to get her back." I was a little scared and nervous.  I
had though she would tell me to go to the cops or she would.  But what she
said almost stopped my heart just the same.  "I will pay you one thousand
dollars to fuck me, Will.  I have wanted you for a long time now, but I had
no idea how to go about it, really.  You and Skye had your little click and
I had no way of getting in.  but now I do... and, well... I want you.  I
have the cash right here and will be happy to pay first."

   I could not believe my ears.  She wanted me to be a gigolo.  She wanted
me to prostitute myself so I could free my wife.  I almost told her no, but
the sudden mental image of Skye, suspended by her tits from a rafter being
horsewhipped filled my mind.  I nodded, feeling sick to my stomach and
stood, suddenly very sober.  It was a sin to me to enjoy anything while my
wife was in that hell.

   We went into the house and undressed.  It took me a while to get hard;
it took her a long time to get me to respond.  When I did, we had sex, and
perhaps it was out of pity that she still paid me the full thousand.  She
didn't cum once, and it took me all of six seconds to climax.  I promised
her I would make it up to her and she simply smiled and nodded.  After she
left, I made myself watch all three videos again, and then I cleaned up and
went to work.

   After work, I went to the club, where I ran into Sandy again.  I made
the previous night up to her and she set me up with another woman who was
willing to pay.  Over the following weeks, I found out I could quit my job
if I wanted.  But I didn't.  I just cut my hours down to a minimum and
saved every penny.  By the time I got my next disc, I had the twenty five
thousand in the bank.

   The disc was the worst one yet.  She was fighting them less this time.
Much less.  I can only guess, having seen her calling out for me, saying
she was my wife, had given them a weapon to use against her.  The only
thing I can think, seeing the difference in her in the span of one month,
was that they might have told her the only way she could get to see me
again was if she submitted.

   And they talked about the rings.  At first I had no idea what they
meant, but then I remembered.  Many of the broken slave girls at the party
had been pierced, and the rings and studs were a status symbol among
slaves. And to a master they were a way of gilding their property, like
gold leaf on a book cover or scrollwork on a table.

   She did as she was told, things that she never did here, would never
have done under most circumstances.  She ate without using her hands, just
her mouth to lap at the water or eat the thin soup that was left for her.
She crawled around and begged men to fuck her face and give her the gift of
their cum.

   When the video ended, I sat in stunned silence and stared at the screen.
It was slow, but they were breaking her.  It might take them time.  And a
lot of time, at that, but they were breaking her.  My wife had spirit, but
they had her constantly under their watch and in their control.  She was
alone, and there were several of them.  Sighing and standing, I took my
vitamins and left for the evening to go entertain one of my regulars.  She
paid a thousand each time and I needed that money.

   5

   Now many people might think I am a real bastard, after all, I had gotten
her into this and here I was, fucking every broad with an easy grand.  But
it was for her that I was doing it.  I had to get Viagra to get up most of
the time, and could not even touch a redhead without thinking it was her.
And I closed my eyes with these other women and tried to imagine it was
her. But none of them made the right sounds.  None of them moved right or
laughed right when I was with them.

   Many reminded me of the bitch, Trisha, and several were regulars, who I
could open my eyes and actually respond to them more.  But none of them
were Skye.  And that was the problem that was going to get me in a load of
trouble.  Some of them got angry and refused to pay, others were so hurt by
it that they never returned, and then there was Emily.

   She was a wealthy girl; her fathers' trust had set her up for life.  I
didn't see the way she looked at me when she was with me.  Once a week
Emily was my customer, regular as clockwork.  Sometimes more.  She had me
over to her huge house for parties and such, I stayed all weekend and
stripped and other things for money and got to fuck a bunch of little rich
princesses that otherwise wouldn't give me the time of day.

   I thought she was a blessing, and in some ways I was right, in others I
was dead wrong.  One morning after a party, she was cooking me breakfast.
She had normally sent her servants home so we could have the place to
ourselves for the party.  But she never ever cooked or cleaned that I had
ever seen.  And the house was spotless, and she had a big Denver omelet and
a pile of hash browns and gravy on a plate for me, as well as my favorite
coffee, which I had not had except for once or twice since Skye had been
taken.

   I was a little uneasy, more so when I saw her eyes.  She was looking at
me not with lust and desire, but with loving adoration in her eyes.  It was
something I instantly recognized from when I had met Skye.

   Now, Skye and I had met over the Internet when the E-dating craze was
still in its infancy.  Little did I know that the wonderful girl I was
writing erotic stories and sending pictures to was fourteen.  She was a
freshman in high school and I was in the Army at the time.  I was
twenty-six and when I finally met her, we were both surrounded by police.
She saved my ass and my career by fessing up that she had lied to me about
her age and no one got in any trouble, we just were no longer allowed to
use the E-dating service again.

   It didn't matter at that point.  Five thousand miles and twelve years
separated us, but we were in love.  I knew it the instant I saw her and she
knew it too.  We still wrote each other in secret and it continued for four
years.  On her eighteenth birthday, we eloped.  I was just out of the army
and she was supposed to be at a friends house for a sleep over.  But we
went from her house to the courthouse and were married, with her friend
Ashley and her boyfriend Billy as the witnesses.

   And the way that Emily was looking at me was the same way that Skye had
as we were getting married.  I hadn't told anyone about Skye but Sandy, and
wasn't about to.  My luck had been tested enough this lifetime.  So I
thanked her, ate and left quickly, making excuses about work.  I knew she
was going to make trouble for me later, but couldn't bring myself to break
with her completely.  I thought I was an idiot for it at one point, but at
another, I was thanking her and kissing her feet, tremendously glad that I
had not.

   The next video was almost the end of me.  Skye was abused and exhausted,
lying on the floor of her cage and a man came in.  I would get to know this
man much better before it was all done.  He sat and fed her, as she was
unable to move enough to feed herself, and he asked her questions, about
me, herself, her family.  I smiled as she answered, hearing her profess her
love for me and tell of her family and friends.

   The smile turned to shock as he drug her from the cage by her hair and
punished her for her answers.  He told her she was a slave and he hit her.
He told her that the life she remembered was a lie, and he kicked her.  He
told her that she was to forget all that, and he beat her.  He stopped when
she was unconscious and threw her back into her cage.  That was the end of
that tape.  I rewound till I could see his face and zoomed in so I could
commit it to memory.

   It was a week before I could do anything at all.  I just sat, staring at
his face, committing every line, every hair, every curve to memory.  When I
finally got out of my funk, it was to a rapid knocking at the door.  Going
to answer it, I found Emily.  She was smiling and asking for entry.  I was
shocked.  One of the things I had made sure of in my time as a gigolo was
that none of my customers knew my name, I went as David, and that they did
not know where I lived.

   "ummm, Emily... What are you doing here?"

   The look on her face fell and she sighed.  "Listen, Wi... David.  I
just..."

   "What did you just call me?!" I was shocked and scared.  If she knew
this much, then what else did she know?  I was suddenly very conscious of
the videodiscs that were in jewel cases on the coffee table.  I blocked the
door with my body and waited for her to answer.

   There were tears on her face and she looked scared and shy, something
she had never been.  Whereas my wife was very curvy and petite, Emily was
the athletic beauty, dark skin and eyes and hair.  It was long and black,
falling to her waist in a braid and her breasts, a large C cup were pushing
nearly out of the tank top she wore.  She had long, strong legs that she
loved to wrap around me and she was tone and fit and tall, only an inch
shorter than me, and that barely.

   Looking down at her, I nearly slammed the door in her face, but I was
numb.  She was in a position to ruin everything I had worked towards.  I
had her wait a moment and went in to put the discs in a safe place, then
let her in.  She was sobbing softly and looking absolutely miserable.

   "Ummmm... I guess you hate me now, huh?" I got her some water and
aspirin, and sat across the table from her, on the chair.

   "No, Emily.  But why did you do it?"

   She turned dark brown eyes to look at me thru her very long lashes.  Her
tan skin colored and she sighed.  "I love you." She said around the hitch
in her throat.  "And not just because of the times you fucked me, that only
started it.  You are so gentle and the way you cry when you are having sex.
I know someone hurt you, and I want to make it all better."

   I sighed and shook my head.  "Emily, you don't understand.  There is no
way you could.  Things you don't know about are factors in my life.  Things
that you cannot help with are the reasons I cry and do not stay long." I
sighed as she started to sob heavily, then I said something that as going
to be the basis for getting me in real trouble.  "I think it might be best
if we didn't see each other again, Emily."

   She nodded and stood, hugging herself, she turned and fled the room,
still sobbing.  I heard the door slam and I stood and headed for the
shower. When I was clean, I went to get dinner, only to be met at the door
by the police.  I was read my rights and arrested for prostitution.

   6

   Sitting in a jail cell, I was visited by Trish.

   "Very interesting.  I had no idea you would resort to such a thing to
get the money you are going to need.  But it is very creative.  Perhaps you
stand a really good chance of actually getting her back."

   "Why?" It was all I wanted to know.

   "Why what?  Why Skye?  I get a commission on the girls I bring in.  and
I know you will fight like a wild to get her back.  The higher you bid for
her the more I get on commission." She was calmly smiling and watching me
thru the bars.  I looked to the camera and she shook her head.

   "Isn't it strange how many people want what we sell?  Even police.  I
have arranged for bail, and for the charges to be dropped.  What with the
lack of evidence and all that.  And you can get back to work.  I will make
sure that the undercover police don't grab you, so you can keep going. 
After all; the more you make the more I get."

   "I have fifty thousand dollars right now, cash.  I will give you all of
it if you will get her back for me." The bitch laughed at me.

   "Why?  If the bidding goes up as high as it usually does for redheads
like her, I could make twice that easily, and just off of her.  Besides, I
am really enjoying watching them break her.  Her spirit is very strong, and
she can handle a lot of pain."

   I just sat and let the bitch talk.  There was nothing she could say to
me that would be worse than what I had seen done to Skye.  And I knew in
the end that this bitch would get hers.

   And now I realize that I have yet to describe Trish.  She is taller than
me and every inch of her is a woman.  She is six two and has pale milk
white skin, even paler than my wifes own creamy hue.  Her long black hair
falls just to the center of her back and her breasts are a very large 38
DD, but fake, I had been close enough to see the very faint scars from the
surgery.

   She has had a lot of plastic surgery to give her a too-pretty face and
her figure is even curvier than Skyes'.  Her ass was firm and tone and her
pussy was bald and she had it surgically tightened regularly.  She was
pretty, and fun.  Any man could enjoy her.  But I thought she was an ugly
bitch right then.  I shook my head at her and waited to see what she would
say next.

   "Hell, I may buy her myself, she is a spirited little toy, as I have
said.  She could make me quite a bit of money as a whore.  Never know; you
might get to fuck her yourself... for a price." She was trying to goad me
into a reaction; I was not going to give her one.  So she left, and a few
hours later, Emily came in.  She was still sobbing and she looked at me
thru the bars.

   "William, I am so sorry.  I didn't know this would happen.  Please,
forgive me; let me make it up to you.  I dropped the charges, told the
police I was angry with my boyfriend... you that's why I lied to them. 
They are on their way to let you out right now.  Please... At least look at
me." She had gone very quiet at the last, and I turned slowly to look at
her.

   "I told you that there were things you didn't understand.  You didn't
listen and you acted like a child.  Stay away from me Emily.  And as for
making it up... unless you can lock yourself up in a cell for three days
then I doubt that you can make anything up to me." Then I turned and
ignored her.

   After a while the police came and released me and drove me home.  There
was a slave girl waiting with another video, a few weeks early but I was
eager to watch nonetheless.  My love was in a small metal cage and there
was a hole in the door just big enough to close around her neck, her head
was on the outside of the cage and the rest of her body was stuffed into
the little cage tightly.

   They were using her.  She was turned just right to be exposed, her pussy
was easily visible thru a hole in the back and a man was fucking her. 
Another was using her mouth and she was choking and gagging.  One of the
things I had found out on our wedding night was that Skye was a natural at
deep throating.  And she loves to do it.  She would have to be very scared
or forced to choke like that.  Her bruises were healed somewhat and when
they finished they caressed her face and told her she was a good little
slut.

   Then he came back.  I stood and watched.  He asked her those questions
and when she got one wrong, he shocked her with a cattle prod.  Each time
she screamed, I screamed.  With every shock, she fought it less.  With each
question she had to work harder and harder to answer him.  After a while,
she answered all his questions to his satisfaction and he went around
behind her and pulled out his cock.g I watched his face as he fucked my
wife, and I hated him more with each passing moment.

   Next was a long session of training her.  She was in Yoga, ballet, and
several aerobics classes.  She was being trained in exercises that would
keep her pussy tight and her breasts firm.  It ended as she was practicing
the Kama Sutra with another girl, a slave with several piercings that I had
seen at the club the night she was taken.

   7

   When it was over, the same slave came out of the bathroom and knelt at
my feet.

   "This slave is here to please the master and do as the master says."

   I was shocked.  But not so shocked that I didn't know where to start. 
"Where is Skye?"

   "This slave does not know a Skye."

   I rewound the video to a place where they were coupling.  "Her, where is
she?" I pointed to the screen with one hand and turned the slaves head to
look with the other.

   "That is pet, and this slave does not know."

   I hit her.  Hard.  I backhanded her so hard that I knocked her to the
floor.  "Where is she!!!"

   The girl whimpered and cringed.  She lay on the floor and I kicked her
in her belly, screaming 'Where is she" over and over.  Then I sat down and
sobbed.

   "She does not know, Will." It was Trish.  She was calmly sitting in my
recliner and watching me.  The same chair she had tied me to so I could
watch her friends fuck and abuse my wife so often.  And she was smiling. 
"And she would not tell you even if she did.  Everything that lovely Pet is
going thru at the moment, Kitten here has already gone thru.  Pain is very
little to her.  Her threshold for it is very high."

   I just sat and stared at her.  I knew attacking her was pointless.  She
was the key and the door to getting Skye back.  I was not about to ruin
that chance, no matter how slim it was.  I just looked at her.  "What do
you want, Trisha?  If you are here to take me up on the money offer..."

   Her laughter cut me off.  "No, dear William.  I am here to have some fun
with you and with poor Kitten here.  But it looks like she may need medical
attention.  Looks like you broke some ribs, and perhaps her jaw as well. 
Ahhh, well, she is a slave, after all, and it is her lot in life.  To be
the toy of her masters and mistresses.  If you want to beat her, then beat
her.  Want to fuck her?  Then fuck her." She shrugs and stands.  Looking at
me, then she looks at Kitten and gestures for me to go to her.

   I reached down and rolled kitten to her back.  She lay calmly looking up
at the ceiling and waiting.  Her face was badly bruised where I had hit her
and I could see a livid bruise on her side where I had kicked her.  But a
quick feel revealed nothing broken.  I was a medic in the army so I had
some idea what I was looking for.  I told her to stand and she got to her
knees and bowed her head before me.

   Looking down at the helpless slave, I thought briefly of doing to her
what I would like to do to Trisha.  Sighing heavily, I dismissed it
immediately.  This girl was probably in the same predicament as Skye.  She
was kidnapped and forced to be what she is now, thru repeated rape and
torture and brutal beatings.  My heart actually reached out to her.

   So I apologized.  "I am sorry I hit you kitten.  I am afraid for my
wife, very afraid.  If you know where she is..."

   But Trish interrupted me again.  "She does not know where pet is.  Nor
could she tell you if she did.  And you do not need to apologize to her. 
She is a slave.  Less than nothing." Looking to kitten, Trish speaks to
her. "Why do you live, slave?"

   Kittens response was heartfelt and true.  She honestly believed what she
was saying.  "This slave lives to provide pleasure for those better than
her, mistress.  This slave has holes to please her masters and a tongue to
please her mistresses.  This slave lives to scream and bleed and moan and
beg to please those better than her, mistress." She said it without looking
up or hesitating.

   Kitten, who I would learn much later was a girl by the name of Amy
Gentry, had gone into her present life knowingly.  She knew what she was
going to become and had accepted it gladly.  Skye had not.  She was forced
into this at the hand of an evil bitch and an ignorant husband.  She did
not deserve what was happening, and I wanted to get her out of there as
quickly as I could.

   So I used kitten, and as gently as I could.  I did not fuck her; I made
love to her.  I made sure she had at least three orgasms before I filled
her with my cum, and I didn't touch Trisha at all.  I let her do what she
wanted, but I pushed her away when she tried to touch me.  The bitch had
lied and taken advantage of my trust and it was her fault Skye was in the
position she was in.  Not mine.

   And I started forming a plan for revenge.  I would have a lot of money
saved by the time Skye was up for sale.  And I hoped Trisha really wanted
me to have Skye back.  Because if I didn't get her back, then I knew what I
was going to do with that money.  I looked down at Trisha as she slept. 
Kitten was curled up on the floor at the foot of the bed and I sat on a
chair and looked at them.  The innocent, living up to her new name; a
docile kitten.  Then the evil bitch, more of a tigress.  Cruel and
uncaring. It was with malice in my eyes that I dressed and left the house.

   8

   The next two months brought videos similar to the last one.  Skye in
that damned cage and being asked questions.  Each time she got an answer
wrong, or not to their liking, she was shocked with a cattle prod.  Or, in
the second one, doused with hot water, nearly boiling.  Each video had her
in training, getting more toned, more limber.  Her breasts were firm but
she lost none of her wonderful womanly curves.

   I could still see my wife in each of the videos, but I was starting to
see her slipping away as well.  And each month brought a different slave
with the videos.  They were a toy, like throwing a stuffed mouse for a
house cat.  I pounced on them and thoroughly enjoyed them.  They moaned and
came all night when I had them, and I told them they were to walk in my
house.  They did as I said and left me without a mark.

   The next video was one of the worst.  I saw Skye, dressed in a simple
hospital pullover and sitting in a police interrogation chamber drinking
coffee.  The officer on duty had to order her to sit in the char and I wept
as I saw just how far gone she was.  He told her she had been freed and was
going home, he just needed to know her name and where she lived.

   She answered as a slave the first five times, then her composure cracked
and she broke down.  Sobbing and calling out for me, she told the officer
everything.  Now, most would rejoice at this, seeing their missing and
exploited loved one in the safety of the police custody.  But I had a
kneeling slave girl at my elbow to give away the ending and tears on my
face as I begged her not to give in.  Not to let them punish her more.

   The officer listened to everything she had to say, and then had her
stand.  He bent her over the table and handcuffed her to it.  I wanted to
close my eyes at what came next, but I did not.  She had to live it; the
least I could do was watch it.  He cut her clothes from her with a knife
and put a collar back on her.  She was sobbing and screaming, begging for
forgiveness.  But he ignored her.  He raped her with the nightstick as she
kicked and thrashed.  He shot her with pepper spray and shocked her with
the stun gun.

   Then the men came in.  her ankles were secured to the table and she was
raped repeatedly.  I could see them being careful not to hurt her too
badly, as she was starting to look almost normal, being nearly healed.  But
her holes were fucked bloody.  There was a moment of static, then her in
her exercises.  I watched it all, then stood and took the slave to bed. 
Her name was Asia, and she was a lovely Japanese girl.

   She spent three days with me and I saw her off.  She was wearing the
only garment slaves are allowed to use to cover themselves in public.  A
loose sleeveless gown very affectionately referred to as a 'table cloth' by
masters and mistresses.  As she walked away, Emily came walking up.  My
smile died instantly.  She knew I was pissed and quickly said what she had
to say.

   "Listen, William, hear me out.  I know you said to leave you alone.  But
I can't.  I just can't stop thinking of you.  I want to be a part of your
life, but you won't let me.  So here I am.  I know what you are, what you
do.  If I have to pay to be with you, I will.  I have fifty thousand
dollars." She dropped a bag of money at my feet and I looked at it and
pushed it towards her with a foot very reluctantly.  She smiled sadly and
looked into my eyes.

   "Will you tell me why, at least?  Please, I know you owe me nothing but
I would like to know.  Please?" She was serious.  So I thought it over and
stood aside to let her in.  She scooped up the bag and walked in.  I sat
her down and let her watch every moment of every video, from the first to
the most recent.

   She was shocked and sobbing by the time it was done.  She looked at me.
I was so sore from the memories of Skye that I was shivering in my sweat
and tears.  She came to me and comforted me.

   "Why didn't you tell me, Will?  I would have understood.  I can help
you, the police..."

   "NO!!!  If you call the police I will never see her again, Emily.  And
if I lose her I lose my reason.  She's my wife, no matter what they do to
her; she is still my wife.  And I will have her back." I was holding her by
the wrists and she was squirming to get away.

   "Will, please, you are hurting me.  Please let go." She fell over when I
did, still sobbing and I stood.

   "If you tell the police, I swear to god, Emily, I will give you to them.
I will have you broken as a slave and buy you myself, just to see you
suffer."

   She was shaking her head.  "I won't tell them, Will.  But it doesn't
change how I feel for you, either.  I still love you and always will. 
Please let me be a part of your life until you get her back, then I will
quietly bow out.  I promise."

   I sat heavily on the chair and wept.  At some point she helped me to bed
and in the night, I made love to her.  I used her body and held her close
to me.  I called her Skye, I think, and she never complained.  As she lay
sleeping I looked at her.  She was to be my almost constant companion until
the day I left to buy my wife back.

   9

   Over the next month, I went everywhere with Emily and she was always
near when I was with a client.  I referred to them as clients because the
term 'Johns' didn't seem to apply.  There were a couple of close calls and
I was waiting eagerly for the next video.  They had always come like
clockwork on the last day of the month.  I waited until the fifth before I
started to panic, thinking I had done something to make them sell her.  Or
they had received an offer that was too good to wait.  I was sick to my
stomach with worry and mostly ignored Emily during this week.

   Then I noticed something.  Emily was very subdued and tended to avoid me
most of the time.  I confronted her and saw that her eyes were red and
puffy.  I held her and tried to comfort her.

   "What's the matter, Emily?  Why have you been crying?" She clung to me
and sobbed a little before disentangling herself from my arms and stepping
away.

   "It's nothing, Will.  I'm fine.  Just hormones."

   I was a little panicked, thinking she must be pregnant or something. 
Thinking she had done something that she thought would make me have to stay
with her.  So I sat down and let it go.  And for two days I didn't eat or
sleep, and she came out to the living room and sat on the coffee table and
held my hand.

   "What's the matter, Will?  You aren't sleeping or eating, you look like
hell and I am worried about you."

   "The disc.  I get a videodisc from the people who took Skye once a month
and this last month I didn't get one.  I think they might have sold her
already and if they did it would just kill me.  If I don't hear from them
in another day, then I will die.  I haven't had anything to drink either."

   She sighed and stood.  Walking from the room, she came back sobbing and
held out a disc to me.  It was dated like the rest, and was the missing
one. I looked at it, then at her.  As I took it, she started sobbing and
backed away.  I shoved her when she didn't move fast enough and practically
ran to the DVD player.

   Putting the disc in, I pressed play, but she stopped me.  "Please, Will,
don't watch it.  Please.  I'm begging you, just this once, don't watch it."


   I looked at her as if she was a stranger and pressed play again.  Skye
walked into a room and stood, wearing nothing but a collar as he asked her
questions.  She answered them all without hesitation or fail, and I was
looking at a perfect slave.  She was submissive and still, she was Pet, not
Skye.  Then they asked her what she was ready for next, and she told them
she was ready for the piercings.

   Now, my wife is Belonephobic.  She is terrified of needles.  She passed
out when we got her ears pierced and has to fight not to scream each time
she gets a shot.  And not seeing the needle does not help.

   They had her sit in a chair and rubbed alcohol on her nipples.  When
they tried to push the needle thru her skin, she cracked like an egg.  She
started screaming and fighting, telling them to stop, that she wanted her
husband; that she wanted to be free.  She fought them and thrashed as they
tried to hold her.  Then the camera abruptly cut out.  I was sobbing and
screaming, and when Emily came and tried to comfort me, I hit her.

   0

   I punched her hard in the stomach and then across the mouth.  "You
bitch." I was shouting as I kicked her in her bare ass.  "How could you
hide this from me?" I drug her up by her hair and slapped her face hard.  I
kept taking my rage out on her, telling her that if Skye had to live it,
then I had to watch it, no matter how much it hurt me.  When it was done,
she was badly bruised and barely conscious.

   I carried her into the bedroom and cleaned her up, feeling not the least
bit bad about what I had done.  An hour or so later, she crawled out of bed
and shed her robe, standing naked before me.  Her ribs were bruised and her
face looked like someone had beaten her with a baseball bat.  But she told
me to stand up.  When I did she knelt and bared her face to me.

   "What do you want, Emily?  To be my slave?  I have had my fill of them,
and I just want Skye back."

   "No, Will.  That isn't what I want."

   "Then my apology?  You have it I am sorry I..."

   "No, I want you to hit me some more.  I am ready.  Break my bones if you
want and rape me as hard as you like.  I deserve it."

   I was shocked.  Emily had been everything but submissive and this
behavior was keeping me off balance.  I backed off, being almost ready to
beat her unconscious again, and went to the kitchen.  I returned with Ice
and bandages and cleaned her up.  I still didn't apologize but the
understanding was between us.  When it came to Skye, she was not to
interfere... Ever.

   It took her three days before she could get out of bed again, and three
weeks before she could have sex again.  I had apparently kicked her in the
crotch several times and her lips were bruised and swollen, and she was
bleeding a little, but she was fine, and healed with no problems.

   The next video came, and my heart nearly fell from my chest as I watched
it.  She was badly beaten and bruised, and she was limping and I saw that
she was pierced.  She had to have been knocked out for them to do it.  Skye
is not the strongest woman, but she can fight and scrap with the best of
them.  She had only quit taking kickboxing when her breasts got too big to
be able to safely do it anymore and had played soccer and rugby in school
when she was younger.  And I had no doubt that several of her attackers had
some bad marks to show for it.

   But she was as docile and meek as a kitten and answered all of their
questions without hesitation.  They congratulated her and I watched as my
wife was made into a real slave.

   The one thing that I have, until now, not mentioned about the slaves
that came to my home was the rand.  There is a small circular brand on the
pubis of each slave, about two inches above her clit, and it marks her as a
slave.  My wife already had a ring thru each nipple and each labium
already. As I watched, they pierced her clit and she never flinched.  A
sure sign that she was broken, possibly irretrievably.  Then they branded
her and she only whimpered.

   1

   But the main problem was the person, people actually, that delivered the
video.  The bitch was back, and had Doll in tow.  Emily still had some
faint bruises on her cheek and her eye, and was still walking gingerly,
having just healed from the royal beating I had given her.  Trisha looked
Emily over and smiled.

   "Well well, you moved on rather quickly, Will.  I thought that you would
be pining for Skye for a while.  But it looks like you have already found a
new plaything.  Should I just go?"

   I wanted to yank her into the door by her hair, instead, I just held my
hand out for the disc and when she handed it to me, I went to watch it. 
After it was over, I saw her still looking Emily over.  Doll knelt at her
elbow and she was wearing nothing, just like the slave.  Emily was in a
silk robe; with her very dark nipples poking hard against the fabric and
her hair was a mess, as she had just awoken.

   "Tell me, Will, do you want me to have this one trained the same as
Skye, or pet, as that is the only name she answers to now?" My fist
clenched so hard that the knuckles popped.  She laughed at that.  "Ahhh,
Will.  You are such a fun person.  I can't wait to see you run the bidding
up for hr.  I am so looking forward to seeing you try to get Skye back from
everything that has been done to her.  You know your wife is gone forever,
right?"

   I said noting, just stood and went to the bedroom.  Trish and Doll
followed, as did Emily.  I let Emily have Doll for the time being.  And I
took Trish.  After the last visit, She was very surprised that I touched
her at all.  But I took her to my bed and fucked her long and hard, her ass
was bleeding and she was walking gingerly as she left the next day.  And
her smile was diminished slightly.  I had not touched her pussy all night
long, only reamed out her ass until she was practically screaming in pain.

   Doll stayed for two more days and I made up my previous rough treatment
of her.  She came several times and spent most of the next two days
comfortably between Emily and me.

   Doll was once a girl known as Aiko Kazai.  She was a lovely
sixteen-year-old half-Asian girl and had a very high libido and her body
was made for sex.  I would find out later that she had been brought to
America as an orphan and trained her whole life as a sex slave.  Later,
Doll would come to live here, as my slave and I would help her become Aiko
again.  She would stay and be happy with my family and me.

   When she finally left, it was with the first smile I had seen on her
face.  She was very lovely and beatific and practically floated from the
room.  I went in and counted my money.  I had over two hundred and fifty
thousand dollars, and was still living like a pauper.  The only really nice
things I had were the DVD player, the bed, and the car.  The rest was all
hand me down stuff and things no one would buy.

   I spent a lot of my time at Emilys very posh estate, entertaining her
and her friends.  Only a few regulars outside of this group were still my
customers.  I still slept with Sandy all the time, but mostly for free, as
I had her to thank for getting me on the right track with all of my
efforts, and Emily brought me fresh faces about once a week or so.  It was
a safe and clean place to do business.  And I only went to my apartment
when it was nearing time for the videos to be delivered.

   2

   The next video was the last one.  It was not a training video; it was an
advertisement.  Skye came out and showed them all what she could do.  Her
body was fully healed for the first time since her capture and I fell to my
knees with her beauty.  I did not even notice that they had trimmed her
hair from her knees up to just below her waist until after she had turned.

   They had fashioned the hair into a tail.  The rubber post the hair was
attached to was firmly in her ass and her tone body, now very lean and even
sexier than I remembered, was showcased for her prospective buyers.  She
could do a full split, then turned and was in a straddle.  She placed her
ankles behind her head one at a time.  Then she lay flat and arched her
back gracefully, showing off her gorgeous body and her firm breasts and her
back formed a perfect rainbow.

   She showed off her piercings, one in each labium, on in her clit, one in
her navel, one in each nipple and three in each ear.  Then her skill at
pleasing men.  She crawled around and took men in her mouth and pussy and
ass.  She deep throated a long dildo and showed the camera her explosive
face-drenching orgasms, as well as her skill at pleasing women.  She was a
very well trained submissive sex toy.  And the bidding, according to the
video, would start at ten thousand and would be in Seattle Washington.

   3

   I thanked Emily one more time and packed to go.  I caught the next
flight from Houston to Seattle and rented a car and a cheap motel room. 
Had I gone up into first class I would have been really angry for most of
the flight, but I sat in my window seat, looking out at the passing forests
and plains and waited for the plane to hurry up and land.  I wanted to be
there already and the long ride was making me nervous.  I had the cash in
my carry on bag and all the videos in my lap.  I wanted to watch them, but
not on the plane.

   When it finally landed, I was anxious to get off.  While it is not
illegal to carry that much cash on local flights it was illegal to move it
out of the country.  And the security officers might decide to take
exception, and I didn't need the delay.  I went immediately to rent a car
and drove to a hotel near where the auction was supposed to take place.

   That night Trish visited me.  She was smiling and had someone with her.
It was him.  It took all I had not to kill him right there.  And what he
had to say didn't make it any easier.

   "You are William, yes?  You can go home.  I am going to buy Pet.  I
trained her and she will complete my collection.  You will not have her. 
She is mine."

   My stomach dropped and my heart stopped.  "She's my wife, and I will
have her back.  Nothing you can say or do will change my conviction on
that, so you can leave if that is the only thing you have come here to
say." I was pouring so much of my will and selfcontrol into not killing him
that my voice wavered and cracked, and he laughed.

   "Do you think I cannot outbid you?  I am looking forward to watching you
weep as I buy your wife and make her mine.  I will get many fat babies from
her before I sell her again and she will moan and scream for me every
night."

   I ignored him and soon they left, arm in arm, laughing.  I sat on my bed
and sobbed as I considered his words, and as I drifted to sleep I dreamt of
her in his arms, moaning and gasping, calling him by name and telling him
she loved him.  I woke screaming and went into the bathroom to throw up.  I
was still hunched over the toilet when they came to take me to the auction.

   I ignored everyone else on the way into the auction, and was taken in to
a private viewing of Skye.  She was introduced as pet, and paraded around
for me and asked if I would like a demonstration of her talents.  The
'tail' was hanging from her ass, making her look like a cat, and very sexy
even though I was angry at this degradation.

   "Skye!  Don't you remember me?  It's Will, your husband.  Please.  Say
something."

   "This slave begs the master to use her as he will.  This slave is here
to please her masters and demonstrate her skills before she is sold.  Would
the master like a demonstration?"

   I sobbed, and she looked puzzled but said nothing.  After a while, I
composed myself and spoke.  "I would like a kiss, pet.  Nothing more." The
kiss she gave me was very skilled and passionate.  It was at once familiar
and alien to me.  It was her, but then again, it was not.  When it was
done, I was shown to the auction master.

   "You are the one who put her up for the training?  Then you are to be
allowed to make the first bid."

   I thought about it for all of three seconds.  "Three hundred seventy
five thousand nine hundred twenty eight dollars and seventeen cents." It
was every dime I had on me, including two pennies I had found on the floor
of the airport and a nickel I had found in a drawer in the hotel.

   4

   The auction master nodded sedately and wrote the sum down in his ledger.
Then I was taken into the auction hall.  I ignored the rest of the
occupants of the room and sat sedately in my chair, watching.  There were
four slaves that were sold before Skye.  When she was brought out, crawling
on her hands and knees, then told to stand, my heart was thundering in my
chest.  The auction master spoke up and the bidding began.

   He read my opening bid and there was shocked silence in the room at the
sum of the first bid.  And the auction master gaveled.  "Going once." He
gaveled again.  "Going twice." He raised his gavel, and I watched it, when
it struck the desk, he would say sold, and I could take her home.

   "Five hundred thousand." I recognized the voice at once, and my heart
nearly exploded in fury as he stood.  It was him.  There were gasps around
the room, and the auction master had to gavel for quiet.  He stood looking
at me and smiling.  His smile died as another familiar voice spoke up.

   "Five hundred thousand one dollars." His head swung around, as did mine.
And I saw Emily.  She pointedly ignored me and proceeded to out bit him for
Skye by trumping his bet by one dollar each time.  He finally gave an angry
shout and sat down, and the auction master sold my wife to Emily for seven
hundred fifty thousand one dollars.  Emily went to get her property, and I
sat in my chair, with my heart falling in my chest.

   She was lost.  My lover had bought my wife, and she was lost to me
forever.  Skye was dressed in her 'tablecloth', the garment little more
than a plain white poncho with a hood, and Emily took her leash and led her
from the hall.  I sat until the auction was over, and then walked back to
my room, about three blocks away.  I had stopped by the drug store for some
medicine.  Two bottles of sleeping pills, and a bottle of wild turkey.

   5

   Entering my room, I sat on the bed and took a draw from the bottle as I
stared at the sleeping pills.  I was just about to start swallowing them
when there was a knock at the door.  I considered ignoring it, thinking it
was Trish, come to brag or him come for some reason or another.

   The knock came again, and I could hear it was a feminine sound, so I
took another drag from the bottle and walked over to open the door.  It was
Emily, with Skye in tow.  I did slam the door in her face this time.  I
wanted nothing to do with her if she would do something like this.  It was
enough that she had bought Skye, at least with that I knew her owner would
be someone who might take care of her.  But she had come to brag about it.
She came to show me the wife who would never be mine again.  I could never
make enough to buy her back from Emily.

   Sitting on the bed, I started to take a drag from the bottle, when I
heard Skye.  "Please master, the mistress would like to talk to you.  It is
not what the master might think.  Please, may we come in?" It made no
difference to me.  I reclined on the bed and scooped up a handful of the
pills.

   "I don't care.  You can come see me die if you want." Then I put the
handful of the pills in my mouth.  The door opened and they came in.  when
Emily saw what I was doing, she came running over and tried to get me to
spit them out.  She slapped me hard enough to knock the pills from my
mouth. So I hit her.  I punched her in the stomach and she stumbled away.
"You never learn, do you?  Just leave me to die, don't use her against me,
Emily.  Or I will take you with me."

   Skye had entered and closed the door, then removed the 'tablecloth' and
knelt by the door, silent and meek.  The light played across her body and
glinted off of the rings that decorated her.  She was so lovely.  So
perfect.  I sighed and reached for the other pile of pills.  One bottle
should be enough to kill me.

   "Wait." Emily croaked from the floor.  She was gasping for breath and
struggling to get to her feet.  "Will, please.  Just listen." She tried to
get her breath and I waited, curious.  Once she was on her knees, she
crawled over to the bed, I pushed her away harshly with one foot and took a
draw from the bottle.  She rolled to her side and her hair fell like a
curtain across her features.  She was sobbing and had stopped trying to get
up.

   "Will, I bought her for you.  I didn't come here to brag.  I came here
to give her to you.  She is your wife.  And she belongs with you.  That's
all."

   I stared at her in shock, and the bottle fell from my hand, spilling
whiskey across the carpet and the pills spilled across the bed.  There were
tears on my cheeks and my heart was stopped.  It was too good to be true.
She was giving Skye to me.  My wife was mine again.

   Looking to Emily, I let a strangled sob escape and quickly scooped her
from the floor and laid her on the bed.  I was apologizing to her profusely
and kissing her lightly.

   "It's ok, Will.  I told you I loved you that I wanted only to see you
happy.  And she makes you happy.  So I bought her for you."

   "Emily, I can't pay you back for that.  I don't have..." She covers my
lips with her finger and shakes her head, smiling softly.

   "I don't want you to pay me back, Will.  I did it out of love.  Not for
money.  So keep it.  You deserve it, and you will need it to help with
Skye." She sits up and then stands shakily.  Walking to Skye, she holds out
her hand.  Skye crawls over and then rises up to her knees to nuzzle into
the hand.

   6

   Seeing her so close.  My love, my life, my wife.  I went to her, drew
her to her feet and kissed her very passionately.  Somewhere in that kiss,
Emily left, and when I noticed her gone, I looked for her.  But I did not
see her.  Returning to the room, I saw Skye had returned to her place
kneeling by the door.

   Looking at her, I smiled.  It was so good to see her again.  I cupped
and caressed her face, and she looked at me adoringly.  Looking back into
her eyes, I smiled and kissed her again, this time more tenderly.  The kiss
that returned was that same almost alien kiss.  I knew then that she was
very likely gone forever.  Skye was dead and only Pet remained.

   Sighing, I told her to sleep and went to sit on the bed, grabbing the
neck of the bottle on the way by to finish it.  I watched as she curled up
on the floor at the foot of the bed and was promptly asleep.  I had no fear
of her running.  I stayed awake all night and the next day, I took her to
the airport and bought us tickets.  I explained that she was a naturist and
they let us on with no fuss.

   Her 'tail' was in my carry on bag and when we got back to the house, I
immediately made arrangements to move.  Trish knew this address and I
wanted to distance myself from her.  But before I got the chance, she
showed up, with him in tow.  He looked me over disdainfully and offered to
buy Skye off of me.

   "I will give you five hundred thousand dollars for her, young William."
Looking to the meekly kneeling Skye, then to the arrogant Trish, a plan
started forming in my head.

   "Tell me, what is the normal fee for the training of a slave?" My voice
was deceptively calm and Trish knew me well enough to know something was
up.

   "Twenty thousand, if you have a girl you would like trained as a
personal slave, why?"

   "I have someone else in mind for the training, actually.  And was
wondering if perhaps you could do the training.  You see, I love my wife
dearly, and you could offer me millions and will not part with her.  But I
will pay you fifty thousand dollars if you will train another girl for me."


   He can see the resolve in my eyes as I speak of my wife, and knows that
it will be no easy task to get her from me.  So he thinks for a second and
nods.  I smile and stand, going to my safe and taking out five stacks of
ten thousand dollars and carrying it back into the room.  I place it on the
table for him to count and as he does, I go and get the leather collar that
I had bought for Skye some time ago.  The one she had been wearing when she
had been abducted.

   He finished counting the money, and took the collar when I offered it.
"Who is it that you would like to have trained?" I locked the front door
and leaned against it as he stood and turned to face me.

   I gestured to Trish and smiled.  "Her."

   Eyes wide, she made a run for the door.  He grabbed her on her way past
and dragged her to the ground.  She fought and kicked as he pinned her, and
he took a stun gun from his pocket and pressed it into the small of her
back.  She screamed as he hit the switch and then went still.  He collected
the money and I helped him carry her out to his car.  His trunk was padded
for the transport of slaves and we laid her inside and closed the lid.

   We shook on it and he got in his car and drove away.  It would be a year
and fifteen more videos before I would see Trish again, and then she would
belong to me.  Smiling, I went to my wife and started the long process of
bringing Skye back from the depths of Pets' mind.