Gotta Pay the Piper Ch. 14

Lenore was way ahead of me. "Lucy, don't worry about that. I know a lot more about slave camp than most. Rachael Dubois happens to be a personal friend. She has told us how things happen here. I also know several prior attendees." Lucy looked surprised. "Do you remember seeing girls with fleur di lis and bougainvillea tattoos on their butts" Lucy nodded and said of course, she'd seen several slaves come through with one. "Well, those girls belong to Derek Robichaud who is also a good friend. I know some girls get flagged for a little 'extra' attention. I mention this because I noticed, well, a little contention between you and Beth."

"Certainly not open hostility, but there is no love lost between her and us other Moms. She treated us as second class since we don't have as much money and don't run in her social circle. Our girls were friends so we put up with her. I gotta admit I really enjoyed ordering her to strip and embarrassing her by rubbing my hand across her crotch this morning. I don't normally touch the slaves when they sign in. I just did it to piss her off." Lucy explained.

"That was obvious." Lenore stated as she smiled. "I also have the impression you would like to touch her again and that is what you were hinting at." Lucy's blush returned and she nodded. "Well, if you want to make sure all three of our slaves are on the list for staff room duty, that is fine with me. All three have exhibited a little too much attitude lately, which is why they are here. Beth may surprise you with her expertise. She has had a lot of practice licking pussy the past couple weeks. She spends most nights with Bas' sister in law." Lucy's surprise was amusing. "Now while licking pussy might not be such a big deal to her anymore, I'm sure having you use her will bother her. And I'm sure you can think of other ways to give her a little extra discomfort." Lucy grinned and nodded, then looked at me for my reaction. "Don't worry." Lenore continued. "We treat our slaves on their own merits. Nothing will come back to haunt Carol or Rene. Now maybe you should run and make sure there is a flag against their names before you go to work at your regular office." When Lucy left, Lenore said, "Bonus!"

"You enjoyed that didn't you?" I asked, shaking my head. "And you were quick to order laser treatments if the girls didn't do a good job waxing." Lenore shrugged. "Do you think any of them will get lasered?" I asked.

"I'd bet on Beth. She refused help. Her hair won't be the only issue though. From what I heard, once a girl gets targeted she tends to get on the staff's radar. Like if Lucy has her in here this evening, I'll bet she's here the next few days as well. I'd like to see all three of those women taken down a few pegs. They need to have their egos trounced a bit."

Just as we turned from filling our plates, we heard laughter from a few who were watching the monitor. Two of the slaves were bent over, elbows on their stools. A guard stepped up and gave each of them five hard swats with her strap. The women shrieked and bawled at the pain. "I'm not surprised." our guard escort offered. "Almost every week at least one slave refuses to eat. Slave chow sucks normally but when you let it cool down it is disgusting." Both women whimpered as they sat back down on obviously burning backsides, but they picked up their spoons and began eating quickly. They appeared to be on the verge of gagging.

I had heard most of the material presented in the first class session already. Rachael provided me with a set of her lectures back when we first met. She punctuated her first talk using examples of how some of the women in the class came to be enslaved. One was the muscular slave who got convicted for what seemed to be an accident.

"One thing you should all realize if you ever go to court again." Rachael said. "Don't cop an attitude and don't admit to anything. Use your attorney. This slave should have received a stiff fine when you consider the fire was accidental. But you do NOT stand in court and call the other defendant a bitch and admit this was not your first fight. And that neither of you cared what happened to anyone or anything around you. You just wanted to make sure the other bitch got her ass handed to her." During the break, I asked the woman who owned them if her slave really said it that way in court.

"Both the bitches did. I thought they were going to fight there in the court room. The fight at my house was not the first time.They have been rivals for a while." Gretchen said, chuckling. "Both are or were bodybuilders. You saw how muscular Sherrie is. The other girl is smaller but built just as well. They competed in shows and were interested in the same guy. I heard they both wanted him to train them. I heard that was the reason for their first fight. The man told them both off and went on his way. After that they constantly talked shit about each other in public and a couple times stood toe to toe just trying to physically intimidate the other to back down. I heard about one incident in the gym where they didn't come to blows but stood there poking their fingers into the other's tit seeing who would flinch and give up first. A friend told me she saw big colorful bruises on both women's breasts in the locker room a few days later. They eventually got kicked out of the gym when they got into it again after being warned. I didn't find out about any of this it until after the fire. I would not have invited them but they are kinda hot and I figured some of my girlfriends would like them."

"I believe she was telling the truth about the other girl, Jennifer goading her into a fight. Jennifer is an instigator when she thinks she can get away with it. I warned them that if they got into it again, even a little argument, I would blister some ass. And I did, several times. Then I sent Jennifer to slave camp. A couple days after she was home, I heard some yelling and went out into the yard to see what was going on. Sherrie was standing over Jennifer, who laid there holding her face crying. She'd obviously had the crap slapped out of her but was not hurt as bad as she made out. It's only a matter of time before they destroy my house with one of their fights. Between the two, I'd rather keep Jennifer. She's bi and a lot more fun in bed. I guess you would describe her as perky. By herself she is actually sweet. Sherrie has an attitude about performing oral on a woman and is not as enthusiastic. Of course she does it, but only because as a slave she has no choice. I'm tired of the conflict. So here we are as a last ditch effort to get her head out of her butt. Wanna buy another slave? I'll sell her dirt cheap."

I began to shake my head when Lenore asked, "How cheap is cheap? She is only a slave for four years." Gretchen said she'd make us a deal. "She was crying out in the lobby while we were waiting. I guess you surprised her this morning with slave camp and that was why she was so upset."

"Coming here was no surprise because she heard me make the reservation. What bothers her more is I told her if she messes up here, on the way home we are going to get her nipples and pussy pierced and I was going to use big rings that seal and lock in place, making them very difficult to remove. Not little cute delicate rings but big heavy ones. Plus I'd tattoo her ass or thigh with a report card with a big bold F in the middle and 'I even failed at being a slave' across the bottom. I showed her pictures of what I intended. Cruel yes, but I am out of patience. I am a Phys Ed teacher at the high school. I coach and deal with hard heads all the time. But these girls wear me out. One at a time is fine, but the pair together is just too much."

"To tell you the truth this is a better outcome than letting her go be a full time sex toy. As cute as she is, she'd have been a sure bet for that if I'd let the insurance company take her. Three mindless holes to use. After four years of that she'd be a basket case. I can't do that to any girl with a clear conscience. The principal's niece got used like that for under two weeks and she has some major lingering issues. She is a nice girl who just got stupid one night." I told her I knew the case. John Hebert told me. Gretchen asked how I knew John.

"I own Marianne Atwell." I said. Her mouth fell open as she said she knew the girl well. "Matter of fact, two of the slaves I brought this morning are Marianne's mother and sister." I explained.

Our guard escort told us the slaves had been transferred to their next station so we followed her and entered a room with a big window. The window was a one way mirror and the slaves could not see us. We watched as the leading slave was told to step forward and sit in a reclining chair with her legs spread to be inspected. The technician doing the inspection wore thick magnifying goggles to examine the whole pubis. She pulled a light around and focused on the slaves crotch. A slap on the butt and the slave was directed to the first open 'cleansing' section. Hoses hung from the ceiling. With her arms secured behind her back, the slave bent over. Her hands were winched upward forcing her to hold her position with her legs spread widely. We could not discern speech but we could certainly understand the slave's distress when a large nozzle was pushed quickly up her rectum. It was easily an inch in diameter. An equal sized nozzle was inserted into her vagina.

"The technician will slow the enema fill rate if needed but the slave's vagina is actively douched the whole time it takes to fill her rectum. The rectal fill is both metered for volume and speed. Slaves are not allowed to expel the solution until given permission. If a slave expels early she is strapped a few times and the process repeated until retained for the set time. The first enema contains a soapy solution. It is very effective and tends to produce cramping. I can tell you from personal experience it irritates. The whole rectal area itches and burns until it is thoroughly rinsed. " One of the spectators asked her what personal experience. The guard laughed. "Part of our training includes a session in the booth. Of course we are treated with sensitivity and it is done privately, but we endure the same basic procedure. I welcomed the series of fresh water flushes that followed. The water is dispensed at body temperature and at a rate designed to not do damage, but it is distressful. You are sure to hear some yelling and most of the slaves will cry. Ahh, it seems one of the slaves did not denude her body hair sufficiently. She will go to the station across the room to be waxed or lasered." I looked over and saw Beth was the slave in question. "She will make the return trip crying. Slaves who need to have additional hair removed get at least five swats depending on how much control she has over her mouth." Both Joanne and Robin got into the line awaiting an enema.

"Told ya, Bas." Lenore snickered. "I should have bet ya."

We watched as three slaves in a row expelled her enema early. I winced at the disgusting sight. At least we did not have to smell it. Each girl was kept in place as she received five swats with a strap making her scream and cry. Her enema started over after she was hosed down. One owner said, "Any body want to place bets on whether the next slaves hold their shit?" He got general laughter but no takers. After their set of enemas, each girl was scrubbed from head to toe and then hosed off. The whole procedure to clean out all the girls took well over two hours to complete even though there were four stations and the technicians worked with practiced efficiency. We were all bored long before they were finished.

"It looks like that girl got offered Big Bertha." the guard announced. "We saw a tech holding a very large nozzle in front of the bent over slave's face. 'That nozzle is usually reserved for slaves who run their mouths or show some kind of attitude. Also for slaves who do not even try to hold her enema. The techs hate feces splashing around as much as anybody."

'Well, I saved the price of laser hair removal." Gretchen said as we returned to the lounge. "Sherrie had carefully removed almost all her body hair as part of her body building grooming, but she loved that little landing strip under her G-string. You probably did not notice when I signed her in. She was sniffling before but she openly cried when I told the clerk to laser her if she had so much as a little stubble. She told me she wanted to be able to grow at least a little bush when she finished her four years. I told her if I went for the ring option I would ensure every hair follicle down there was destroyed long before she was free." Lenore told Gretchen she had tried to explain to me how women view having pubes. "You should hear some of the conversations among girls in the locker room. Boobs and that little patch of hair makes them grownups. I've talked to a lot of girls over the years about being a little behind in developing. We had an incident a few years ago when one girl was pretty flat chested. Some other girls held her down and shaved her saying if she could not grow tits, she didn't need hair. Nobody would admit who did it. You'd have thought they'd shaved her head from the reaction. I've seen many girls who had their pubes removed by their mothers for misbehaving at home. The girl would be mortified to be seen hairless."

Lenore agreed it would be embarrassing. "It's strange. I asked my mother how it was in her time." Gretchen said. "She said girls would shave completely just for bikini season. They thought nothing of it. But as denuding slaves became almost a guarantee, having some hair became a badge of honor. At least among females." Lenore and Gretchen laughed.

The slaves returned to the classroom. At the end of the next session, a new conversation began among the owners. "I never thought about letting my slave work." the young man from the lobby, Rick, said. "I'm not sure I want her to have a job and not be home waiting for me. Do you all let your girls have jobs?" Most of the others did. Rick shook his head. "I think I just want mine to be ready for sex when I get home, not be tired from working."

"Well, Rick." Lenore offered. "Did you ever consider how boring it is for a slave to sit around and wait for you to come home? She can do only so much housework or television watching. Let me ask you this. Do you have a dog?" The answer was no. "Why not? Maybe because you have to take a dog outside on a regular basis? Train it and play with it or sooner or later it gets bored and chews up your sofa. A slave is no different. Worse, for that matter, because a slave is intelligent. It won't chew up your sofa but other things might happen." Rick looked like he never considered the problem.

"I work twelve hour days." he offered in his defense. ' And when I have a little down time, I like to sit in a bar with my friends. You are acting like I should treat my slave like a girlfriend." Lenore suggested maybe he didn't need a slave of his own.

On the side, she suggested Gretchen make the young man an offer. His slave was a beauty even if she did have anger issues although the slave's anger seemed directed at her former roommate. The girl, Teri was also smart, much more aware than her owner Rick. Gretchen grinned and said she loved a challenge. She could work with occasional anger. And she agreed the slave's anger seemed focused on a single person although she did not seem to think much of her owner either. A little later Gretchen took Rick to one side. They engaged in conversation.

At lunch Rick approached me. "It seems I paid a lot more for my slave than she is worth. I've been asking around. Most of these guys bought their girls for half or less what I paid." I explained what I knew about the parish auction and how the other sales seemed to run. "I wondered about the selection. I was afraid all I'd find were rejects." he said. I told him there has been one or two girls that caught my eye each time I went. I reminded him that many who sell there do not have a large investment like he did. He had learned how restitution worked from one of the morning sessions.

"From what I've seen, some people's lifestyles are just not compatible with slave ownership. It is a big commitment. Consider what Lenore said about owning a dog. Plus you cannot just whip or shock a slave to conform. Oh sure you can control the girl that way, but can you trust her? Think of the dog analogy again. You beat a dog all the time and it might just turn on you some day. You might consider treating your slave as a girlfriend except without the option of clothing or how or when you have sex. You don't bring her flowers of course, but you call her to tell her what time to have food ready. And you take the time to talk to her and offer ways to keep her mind occupied. One of my friends has about a dozen slaves. All of them work outside the home. One who stayed home had a series of projects. He has a damn good income from them. Of course with all the women there is the problem of management for household issues. Every one of my slaves has a driver's license. I can send them on errands. I modeled my household on my friend's. You have to decide how you want to make it work."

"Well, I learned a lot here today." Rick said. "It was worth taking the morning off work. I'm going to have to seriously consider selling my girl, but it looks like I'll take a big loss. I hate that part. Plus I learned the material Ms Dubois is teaching but Teri already knew it. So I wasted a bunch more money. I bet I could have bought the recordings or looked them up online." I agreed. "How much would you be willing to offer for her if you were in the market for another girl? I'm just curious." When I told him I got most of my slaves due to special circumstances but the most I paid for a slave was twenty five thousand, he groaned. "I shoulda done a lot more research. I just thought it would be cool to have a slave, especially a cute sexy one. None of my buddies have one. A couple of the older guys at work said they would not own a slave, but I thought it was because they had kids or their wives would not let them. I never thought to ask. I've only screwed her like four times in the two weeks I've had her." I asked him why only four times. "Well the first day or so was pretty fun. Then she had her period. She was really pissed because I would not let her go to the store on her own and I was too busy to take her. It was kinda gross. She tied a bed sheet around her hips and between her legs." I began laughing at the image. "She made her point. I took her that night and let her buy stuff. Then I was busy at work. I decided to bring her here."

On the way home I asked Lenore what she discussed with Gretchen. I suspected Gretchen was thinking about making Rick an offer for his girl. "She already did. He hates the idea of all the money he'd lose. She only offered him twenty five thousand. But he is thinking about it. I told Gretchen I would take her slave Sherrie off her hands if the price was right."

"What?! We don't need another slave! We have a houseful now and have them doubled and tripled up in bed." I protested. "Sherrie is hot. I mean I prefer a few more curves on a woman. Seeing her naked it was obvious she works out to the extreme. I'd bet she might have used some steroids to boost her muscle growth. That might account for her short fuse. But we don't need another possible problem."

"Bas, I know her." Lenore said to my astonishment. "I'm sure she recognized me but was too nervous or embarrassed to say anything. I told you a little of my history. How I tried living on my own a few times. In college I had some room mates and we played master slave games switching off. Remember?" I nodded. Lenore had the need to belong to a group or at least needed structure. Which was how she found herself at the Hacienda after her divorce. "Sherrie is the younger sister of one of my old roommates. She was a couple years behind us in school so she's gotta be about thirty now. I lost contact with her sister, but Sherrie was working as an accountant for a local firm last I heard. We ran into each other the last time at a continuing education meeting a year ago. She was heavy into body building then. And if you think about it, we could put her to work. She'd be a good earner."