Gotta Pay the Piper Ch. 07

Atwell thought he had covered his tracks well. None of the women had her contract recorded. But each was told it could be dated and start over at any time or even converted to slavery again if she refused to comply. The women would willingly put up with a day as a whore to avoid being re-enslaved. I had trouble believing people could be brainwashed like that. Lou and Lenore assured me a slave mindset was not to be underestimated. Derek's girls could probably cope if freed, but they had been encouraged to think for themselves and go to work. Other slaves were not so fortunate. Particularly good looking women who were used primarily as their owners' sex toys for years.

Atwell also did his best to influence the family member in charge of his minions. The women's supervisors were encouraged to be tough on their charges and not believe any statements they were unhappy with their treatment as it was merely a ploy to get out from under their guardians' thumbs. The guardians might relax their control a bit after the first year or so but before that the paddle, whip or cane should be the instrument of choice if any conflict arose, not the voice of reason. Train the subject to obey without question and later give her some power as long as she was 'good'. This was exactly what Brenda had said Richard was told.

I wondered if Atwell intended to turn her into one of his prostitutes. I'm sure he would have loved to, but she was not a former slave and a rebellion on her part might bring down his house of cards. Instead he got his jollies when she came to the house with Richard. I found out later he would touch her inappropriately and grin, daring her to make a scene. She'd just suck it up, afraid to do anything else. Her tearful confession rocked me. She learned the hard way to never wear a skirt or dress around Atwell. He considered that an open invitation to cop a feel. His hand would be up and pushing her panties aside quick as a snake. Beth was almost as bad. Brenda said she learned that wearing jeans a little too tight kept her from having her labia pinched and pulled. Gary could not get a grip. She'd still get rubbed, but none of the grasping or fingering she'd been forced to endure.

Monday, Lou walked over with me to see Helen. Helen briefed me on some of what she had found but swore me to secrecy. She said I had been instrumental in taking Atwell down so I deserved to know. The primary reason for her wanting to see me was to go over my testimony in my own case. I told her I thought it was now a criminal case as opposed to a civil suit. "You were their targeted victim." she explained. "That makes your testimony important and also sets you up." I asked her set me up for what? "For owning their sorry asses if they get enslaved." That floored me. "Conspiracy to enslave is a serious offense. It is ranked up there with felonious physical assault as far as the statutes are concerned. Even though what they proposed was a conservatorship, the way they went about was all wrong. Coercion, falsifying evidence, and the statements about getting your money is likely going to be the tipping point. If they had simply stuck to their talking point about doing it for your own good, they might have won or lost depending on how the judges ruled. It would have been a simple custody battle. But you had proof they were NOT on the side of the angels."

Lou told me Caroline and her mother Rhonda both got twenty years for their attempt to enslave Derek. Caroline had only sent a fraudulent text to make it seem Derek was threatening their family. She also perjured herself by giving false testimony. Robin and Joanne could easily get enslaved for ten or fifteen years. She suspected their attorney would plead for clemency to get their sentence reduced because they had no plans to actually enslave me but only wanted to control me. "He might even sway the jury that they were just misguided and not evil in their intent. They were doing what they thought they needed to do to help you." My reaction when I spat, "Bullshit!" amused them

Joanne, Robin and Gary were dressed as they had been at the hearing the previous Friday. They wore the same clothes. The girls wore some makeup and their hair was brushed and set. It was considered unfair to present defendants to a jury looking like convicted criminals. Gary had lost his swagger. All three were scared. I learned later their attorney had not blown any smoke up their butts. He told them right away the evidence against them was strong. The only thing they might do would be to maintain their conviction they were trying to do what they thought best for me in the long run. That might have proved successful except for a few of the recordings where they discussed my money and said they planned to blister my butt for my attitude about letting them 'help' me as they took over my life.

I was completely honest in my own testimony stating I had been diagnosed as autistic but very high functioning. That part of my life was common knowledge and often the subject in news articles written about me. It was a double edged sword. On one hand I could concentrate on a task and had the strange ability to understand computer code. On the other, I was impulsive and had difficulty doing things I disliked. I explained that my late wife had kept me on the right path simply because I had a bit of structure in my life. I had a goal to accomplish which was taking care of the family. And I fully admitted to having floundered after her death and especially when my daughter moved out of the house to pursue her education. Alone, I lacked a goal. But I certainly did not need nor deserve to have my life taken over against my will and become a pawn for the foreseeable future. As both conservatorship and the alternative programs could wind up being open-ended, I could essentially lose my freedom totally.

When contents of the recordings was brought into evidence, I noticed frowns and scowls on some of the jury members faces. Apparently they all felt that the three had crossed over from trying to gently help me get by and doing what was best for me to forcing me to accept them as my future masters and give them control of my life. All three were found guilty and sentenced to fifteen years of enslavement. Joanne and Robin broke down and bawled as they were escorted from the courtroom. Atwell cursed loudly. The guard said something to him. Atwell shut up and looked stricken.

The judge turned to the jury and asked if I should be awarded the three as restitution. He explained that while I had not suffered an actual loss, I had been at great risk. The jury again unanimously decided to give me the three. I was happy with that verdict. It saved me a great deal of money because I could not have let Joanne be sold on the auction block. As beautiful as she is she would have gone for a high price. The same with Robin. I might not have been able to borrow enough to buy both if I faced serious opposition from other buyers but I had already made the decision to try. I did not care what happened to Gary Atwell at all.

The court clerk told me I could collect my new slaves anytime after nine in the morning the following day. They would be put in the queue to be collared and processed. Helen told me Gary would be held over in jail until his trial for the prostitution charges which might not be until the end of the week at the earliest. His defense attorney would be the same one who represented him today. Of course I knew the man. He was a senior partner in Atwell's law firm, Atwell's boss. "I want you to know my defending Atwell does not reflect my personal feelings. He is entitled to a defense. Our firm would like to keep your business." he'd told me, taking me to one side.

Helen and Lou were waiting for me to finish talking with the court clerk. Lou said, "Well Bas, you have three more slaves to add to your group." I told her two, because I planned to sell Gary the first chance I had. She laughed. "He's going to be a long term slave. I'd bet my own ass he winds up with a lifetime sentence which is to say until he hits sixty five. His wife Beth and her sister were arrested and are awaiting trial as well. Have you heard anything about how Robin's sister is coping?" I had not. I thought I might check.

Helen said, "Tell Brenda she needs to come talk to Lou and I. Her contract is invalid. We will explain. Call Lou and set up a time." I was happy to hear that. I asked if I could give her the news ahead of time. "Sure, go right ahead." she said. The Waddsworth firm must have been short staffed this morning, because both Lenore and Wanda sat with Derek in the gallery to watch the proceedings. Lenore took the rest of the day off. She and I went home.

I called Brenda and left a message on her cell telling her I needed to talk with her ASAP. She called me back five minutes later. I asked, "When can you meet with me? We need to talk. She told me if it was serious she could break away now. "Well why don't I meet you at home?" I said. "Come on over to the house when you get here."

I walked in the front door to find Rene, standing in the middle of the room, sobbing. She stood with her hands clasped on top of her head, feet spread shoulder width apart, totally nude. I could tell her sobbing was not solely due to her embarrassment. Her buttocks were bright red. "What did she do?" I asked Sonya, momentarily ignoring her query about how things went at the courthouse.

"She got a C on her exam today." Sonya reported. "I told her what would happen if she got less than a B. I made a few concessions this week to give her and Carol extra study time. I postponed changing all the bed linen until after their exam. I did some of their chores like a few loads of laundry Saturday. When we got home from the Hacienda I told them to go study. I caught them playing games on their cell phones. You know that silly game where little pieces of candy are lined up. That was when I warned them what would happen if their grades suffered. I said I guess Carol got a B. "B minus." Sonya said. "If she'd lost one more point she'd be standing there also." Carol came in from the kitchen to join us.

"I thought you both told me you were well prepared for the exam. You said you were ready." I said. I wanted to let it be known I supported Sonya that grades be maintained.

"We knew everything the text had. But we missed some lectures." Carol said. I asked her why they did not ask a classmate for missed notes. "We tried. One girl, that red-headed bitch I told you about said she'd give us hers. She'd even made a copy for us. Two other girls had notes too." At my puzzled look, she continued. "But to get the notes we'd have to eat the girls' pussies. All three of them to orgasm. They said that in front of half the class. The rest of the class heard about it later of course. One girl said she would like to help but she was afraid to cross Gretchen."

"You should have said something to me." I said. "I'd have gone to the professor myself and told him what was going on. This was in your econ class, right?" I decided I would go have a talk with the prof anyway. I knew many of them. The professor in question had been one of Christine's colleagues. I did not tell the girls that though.

"May I get dressed, Bas?" Rene asked. I saw Sonya carriage change as she scowled. I asked her what Sonya had said. "She said I had to stay naked until she told me otherwise. But I was hoping." I shook my head and said Sonya was head girl.

Sonya smiled. "What did I tell you about protesting your punishment?" she asked. Rene began crying afresh and begging. Sonya just pointed to the end of the couch. Reluctantly, Rene draped herself over the arm of the couch, raising her ass into the air. She pulled herself forward until her pelvis lay atop the arm. Her butt was elevated. Her toes barely touched the floor. "I was only going to give her twenty, but it took a few extra to get her to assume that position without argument." Sonya explained. She stepped forward and gave Rene six more hard swats, three to each buttock. Sonya did not hold back and Rene's butt had already been well spanked. Each blow was met with a scream. Rene wiggled but did not break position as she bawled. "Ten more minutes with your hands on head." Sonya said. "Then you can go help Carol." She reset the kitchen timer on the coffee table.

Sonya turned to me. "You didn't tell us what happened at court."

"Well, there will be two more slave girls joining us in a day or so." I said. She began to laugh.

"Robin was SO pissed at you last week when you told her she was going to be on my work roster." Sonya said. "I knew better than to laugh, though. She'd have made things difficult for me. How many years did she get." I told her. "That's what I got for beating up Gloria. Wow. They aren't fooling around down there at the court house. I'm surprised half the people around aren't enslaved considering all the dumb things they do."

Brenda arrived, distressed about what I might tell her. She knew the Atwell's had been arrested but none of the details. Marianne had wanted to stay home on her own as she was understandably upset. Richard had convinced her to stay with them but neither would say much. "I have good news and bad news for you Brenda." I said as I sat beside her on my couch. "The good news is your contract under the alternative program has been revoked. I think the legal term is voided or maybe nullified, I forget." Her relief was visible. then she looked at me.

"What is the bad news? She asked in trepidation. "Is there a problem?" I nodded.

"Somehow, Atwell got you enslaved. But since I own him, you are now my slave. I am to take you downtown to get you collared." I said this with a straight face. Lenore had no idea I was going to do this. I glanced over at her and she stared back at me, dumbstruck. "Now why don't you just strip and get slave naked, and we will go take care of all the legalities." Brenda stared at me for a few seconds before she exploded.

"I knew the cocksucker couldn't be trusted!' she yelled. "He planned this all along. He got me to sign some damn papers and I was dumb enough to do it without a lawyer.!" She took a few breaths. "Bas can't I wear clothes when I go downtown? I hate the idea of everybody seeing me naked. I'll strip as soon as we get back. At least it is you who owns me and not some fuckin' perv like Atwell!"

I could not hold it in any longer and burst out laughing. Lenore was laughing uncontrollably as she realized what I was doing. I finally caught my breath enough to tell Brenda I was kidding and she was free. I thought for a second Brenda was going to hit me. Then she grabbed me in an embrace and began crying. Now the tears were happy ones.

"So you'd be okay being owned by a 'perv' like me instead of one like Atwell?" I asked, still laughing. Brenda was now laughing also. She nodded and shrugged. I told her we should go have a talk. I got some beers for the three of us and Lenore and I walked with Brenda over to her house. I was not about to tell her everything I knew. "I need to have a talk with Richard." I said. "I might as well have one with Marianne as well." I asked Brenda to text Richard and tell him to come straight home after school. Of course Brenda wanted to know what had happened in court. I gave a very abbreviated version saying Atwell had tried too hard to get me either to sign the alternative program contract or get the court to to assign me in to a full conservatorship. Joanne, Robin and her father tried to force the issue even making up evidence of my instability. As a result they were convicted and enslaved.

"Oh, damn! I hate to think of Joanne as a slave. You aren't going to let her be sold are you?" I told her the jury awarded all three of them to me as restitution. "Good. I'd hate to think of the girl being a playtoy for some stranger."

"Oh, you don't mind her being a playtoy for me?" I asked. Brenda laughed and said I would not do anything with my daughter. I began to tell her some of the things they tried to do and what they said. "I recorded all of this. I have listened to it all several times. Needless to say I am not happy. Joanne made a few decisions I am not going to forgive. She is going to be a slave. My slave."

"Son of a bitch!" Brenda said. " When she was a teen she asked me a few times if I didn't think you were 'hot'. I would never have thought she would have acted on her those fantasies of you. I told her if her Mom hadn't snarfed you up I would have." Brenda blushed. She looked at Lenore. "Just sayin'. Bas always thought I was a flake. I made some bad decisions so in a way he was right. My sister threatened to kick my ass one time I flirted with him. When she got sick the last time, she told me to look out for him and keep him from being lonely. I knew she meant intimately but he was not interested." She paused and took a long drink of her beer. "This is good beer. I have not had a drop of alcohol since my DUI. Richard would've blistered my ass. Speaking of that, how are we going to tell him he is not in charge? He is still my son and I love him. I'll forgive him for the way I was treated. He did try to treat me okay. The Atwells encouraged him to be tough on me."

I told her to leave it to me. Lenore said, "You got mad at Atwell when Bas said you were enslaved. But you did not seem too concerned Bas might own you." Brenda shrugged.

"Part of it is I have not thought about what being enslaved might really feel like. I mean getting all your rights suddenly stripped away. I have thought about having to answer to a master. Getting fucked at his whim. That kinda turned me on. And as you might have figured out from what I said, being owned by Bas is not really a bad thing." I had to chuckle and shake my head. "Seriously. I know you would take care of me Bas. You might do things to me whenever you got the urge and spank me if I disobeyed, but hey! I could live with that. That has been a big feature in my fantasies. Christine knew that. She just told me if I ever acted on my whims, she would personally beat my ass into the ground and shave my head." Brenda giggled. " Until she got sick, anyway. I live here at Bas' whim. I suck off the family trust he and Christine set up. I can lose it all if he decides. So in some ways, I am already his slave. Have you ever felt that way Lenore?"

Lenore said she had entered into an agreement where she was an unofficial slave. I knew this was with Derek and his group. She could always leave but as long as she stayed, she had to obey. Accepting that status was both difficult and liberating at the same time. She gave up her rights when at home. "I was one of a large group of slave girls. I was no where near the top of the pile. But it fit my needs to belong. To be part of a family."

"Did you get used like a slave?" Brenda asked. Even from where I was sitting several feet away, I could tell Brenda was aroused. Lenore looked at me before saying anything. I knew she had sex with Derek. That was in the past. It did not bother me in the least. I nodded my permission for her to explain.

"Yes. By everybody above me. There were other free women in the household. If any one of them gave me an order I jumped to obey. I can honestly say I am bisexual. As an unofficial slave girl, I was whatever I was told to be. I sucked cock and I licked pussy. If I got stimulated enough to have an orgasm it was a gift. Within the household though, mutual satisfaction was generally a goal."

Brenda said, "Wow, I would love to be part of that. The sex part, anyway. I guess you had to work too?" That made Lenore laugh as she said everybody had to pitch in to make the household run. And that included her giving up a percentage of her income to the general coffers.

"Some of my salary went to my private account. But the money was not important. For me it was belonging to a family. I had one choice. Accept the position or leave." Lenore said.