Slaves and Telepaths Part 1
The Collection

Chapter 6

Teresa surveyed the university campus. "Who are you going after today?"

From our vantage point we could watch the main social spot, and I had
already spotted our prospective slave. Angela Buckley was a strange one,
she was a beautiful blonde, rich and the centre of a social circle.
According to her own words Angela was a Queen bitch in need of taming.
Somehow she had seen that the only way she knew to act was only harming
others, and she needed someone to teach her how to stop.

I smiled. This could be fun. I pointed her out to Teresa. "I want you to
go down and try asking her some questions, you know how it goes. Don't
react to anything she says, just take it your stride."

Teresa looked at me funny. "This isn't your normal procedure, but I'll go
with it."

Teresa spent maybe five minutes with Angela before returning. To say she
was fuming would be an understatement.

"That's one of the most infuriating people I've  ever met," she
exclaimed. "If you do accept her, she is going to suffer."

I smiled, a cunning crooked smile. "That my dear is the plan."

By the time of our dinner date I had filled Teresa in on Angela's
history, and what was going to happen tonight.

I awaited Angela at the bar, having asked the matra'de to direct her to
me. I spotted her approaching me, and stood, smiling. While greeting her
I dropped some information into her mind. Her eyes reflected confusion
for a second, then she regained control and returned my greeting.

"Pleased to meet you Mr Reel."

"Jonathan please. Shall we go to my table, my assistant is waiting for
us."

As we headed towards Teresa I felt a growing unease radiating from for
Angela. Even from behind she had recognised Teresa, and was growing
worried about her presence. I guess that she must have been absolutely
sick to her stomach when I introduced them.

Half-way through dinner Angela looked up at me. "She was a test wasn't
she?"

I looked at her, and smiled. "Yes, and no. The test isn't over yet. "

She looked at me, shocked. "So what's left?"

"We've diagnosed your disease, now we must see if you can take your
medicine." Angela shuddered, while Teresa gave her best predator smile.

After dinner the three retired to the hotel room. After the door closed I
turned to the two women. "Angela, for the rest of the evening there are a
number of rules you are to follow, failure to do so will result in extra
punishment. Do you understand?" Angela nodded. "One, you are not to
speak, except to answer a question, in which case you are to answer
truthfully, with clarity and to append either master or mistress. Two,
you must obey any order you are given. Finally, should you wish your
punishment to stop at any time it will, I'll make sure of that, and you
can leave immediately, however calling such a stop will indicate that
you've failed, and I'll never enter correspondence with you again. Do you
understand?"

Angela nodded, then quickly spoke. "Yes master."

"You're the third girl I've interviewed to this point, with the other two
I had no sexual contact, you're no better than either of them, so I'm
leaving your punishment up to Teresa."

I turned and sauntered over to a chair in which I planned to spend the
rest of the evening. Teresa got right into  character.

"Go into the bathroom, you'll find some clothes in there, change into
them and then come out here."
Angela hurried out of the room,

Teresa meanwhile started bringing out all the toys we had brought and
setting up the video camera. After the amazing show put on by Kate I had
purchased it in case we had a similar encounter. For Angela though it
would help embarrass her more.

 At last Angela returned from the bathroom, and Teresa, who had only just
finished setting up, looked annoyed. "What took you so long you stupid
bitch."

Angela had changed from a beautiful dress into a rather trashy cheap
looking outfit that we had spent days looking for in the second hand
stores. She now looked  like a girl that had been forced to wear these
clothes simply because they were all she had, not the rich brat she
really was.

I fed the first part of Angela's script directly into her mind, so that
she looked into the camera.
"My name is Angela Buckley," she said. "I am a rich bitch who wants to
become a slave girl, this tape is part of this audition."

Teresa's smile widened. "Very good slut, now do a slow striptease for
your master."

Angela started swaying, slowly moving her body in time to music only she
could hear. Piece, by piece her clothing was removed, revealing her
beautiful body to us for the first time. Now Angela is one of these
people who go to great lengths with her appearance, so it was no surprise
that her skin was almost blemish free and the bush between her legs had
been carefully trimmed. Teresa noticed this as well.

"Let me guess slut, you trimmed it just for the interview, right?"

"Yes mistress." Angela finally started blushing.

"Well little bitch, I don't think that's slutty enough, and you are a
slut." She looked round at me. "May I master?" Guessing what she wanted,
I nodded. "Okay slave, pull that coffee table over here, and spread some
newspaper under it." As the naked girl went about her tasks, Teresa went
into the bathroom to fetch my razor and some shaving cream.

When Angela finished Teresa had her sit on the low table with her legs
spread apart. Teresa knelt before her, then looked over her shoulder at
the camera. "Damn, master, would you mind?" I stood and moved the camera
so that it looked down on Angela's crotch, then I stood, watching.

Teresa applied the cream and then started applying the razor. Angela
wasn't enjoying this, I imagine it was quite a violation. Under Teresa's
not so loving care, Angela lost her pubic hair. When she was finished
Teresa stood and looked down at her handy work.

Teresa turned to the bed and grabbed a dildo, tossing it to Angela. "Lie
like that and use it on yourself," she ordered. Slowly at first, then
with increasing speed, Angela slid the dildo into and out of her sex.
After a while she started to get into the act, her head hanging back,
eyes closed, moaning and groaning. Finally she arched her body and
gasped. She lay there, still playing with the dildo for a few seconds,
then, to our surprise, she pulled the dildo from inside her, lifted it to
her mouth and licked it clean.

"You're a real slut, little girl,"sneered Teresa. "Only sluts drink there
own juices and enjoy it so much. What are you slave girl?" she demanded.

"A slut," Angela murmured.

"What's the first rule slave?!"

Angela swallowed hard. "To speak clearly only to answer questions, and to
say mistress, mistress," she responded.

"So what is the proper response?"

"I am a slut, mistress!" Angela almost yelled.

"And now I must punish you." She grabbed a chair from the dinning table,
positioning so that it was in the view of the camera. "Lean over the seat
so that you lily white arse is poking up in the air." Angela immediately
obeyed, and thus missed seeing Teresa chosing a riding crop from among
her "toys."

"Ten, I think, don't you master." I nodded, still not speaking. Teresa
brought back her arm and the crop struck down hard on Angela's cheek.
Angela gave a start, but made no sound. Again the crop rose and fell, and
again, and again. By the tenth stroke Angela still hadn't cried out.
Teresa glanced at me, a worried look on her face. I glanced into Angela's
mind, then moved to turn the camera off.

"I think that's enough for tonight." I knelt before Angela, and gently
lifted her tear streaked face to look at her. "I accept you Angela, if
you still wish to be had."

She looked at me for a long time. "May I stay with you, sleep beside
you?" I opened my mouth, but she interrupted me. "I know you don't want
to have sex with me, and will probably want to do Teresa, I just want to
be here."

I gazed at her. "Stay here then."

That night Teresa and I were surprising tender with each other, I don't
know if it was the result of the scene or Angela's presence. That was
also the first time I went to sleep sandwiched between two beautiful,
naked girls.