The Product Ch. 24

NOTE: This is part of a multi-chapter story of which there are forty chapters plus an epilogue. An uncompleted version of this story appeared here at Literotica a few years ago in case it looks familiar to you. The story has been revised and completed. Chapters 37 - 40 and the epilogue are all new material.

Richard was a half hour late getting into the office because of the heavy traffic. As his assistant looked up, she handed him a pile of messages.

"Mr. Villarreal called first thing. His message is on top," said Ms. Ames as Richard walked briskly into his office. "I'll bring you some coffee."

"Thanks," said Richard smiling to her as he headed straight for his desk.

Richard thumbed through his messages and decided the others could wait. As Richard dialed Villarreal's number his assistant sat his coffee down on the desk.

"Thank you, Ms. Ames," said Richard as he covered the mouthpiece with his other hand. "Could you please close the door and hold my calls until I am done."

"Yes," said Villarreal curtly as he answered the phone.

"This is Richard returning you call. I apologize I wasn't here earlier. I was caught in traffic," said Richard.

"That's OK, I just wanted to touch base with you and let you know that I am going to be unavailable for the next couple of days. I have business to attend to, but that shouldn't be a problem. Your package is at its destination and the cameras you requested are in place. I'm emailing you the telephone number for the man who will be your contact at the ranch, and I am copying him on the email as well. He has been instructed to assist you in any way he can," said Villarreal. "Do you understand? Do you have any questions?"

"No, that sounds fine. I appreciate your personal help thus far," said Richard, "and I certainly wouldn't want to impose on you personally any further. I'll give the gentleman a call in just a little while and go over what we need to accomplish today. I'm waiting on a couple of Fedex packages to arrive before I give him a call. And thank you again."

"Very well then," said Villarreal. "I'll be in touch in a few days."

As Villarreal hung up, Richard could see Villarreal's email popup in his inbox. Richard clicked on it and the phone number and Xavier's email address were there. Also contained in the email were the IP addresses and passwords for the two webcams he had requested.

As Richard clicked on one of the hyperlinks in the email and entered the password he could see Deborah in a fetal position on the rope cot, with her wrists bound in the leather restraints and connected to a chain attached to a large black metal ring on the stone block wall above the cot.

When Richard clicked on the other link it showed the wall at the foot of the cot. There were additional black metal rings a couple of feet below the ceiling and spaced about four feet apart. There were similar rings mounted to the floor about two to three feet from the wall. This is an honest to God dungeon, Richard thought as he clicked off. If this does not scare the hell out of Rebekah, nothing will.

Getting back to work, Richard decided to clear his messages and get back to Xavier a little later, after he had a chance to see what was on Deborah's cell phone and what she had left in her car. Perhaps it would give him something more to work with.

Richard spent the next hour clearing his other calls and waiting for Fedex to arrive. As he cleared the last call, Richard opened his briefcase and removed the DVDs inside. He would start reviewing Martin's videos to see if there was any useful footage while he waited. After fast-forwarding his way through the first two DVDs he knew that George's assessment had been about right.

Nevertheless, Richard was keeping a list on the legal pad next to him of the playtimes of action that might help him as he started the process of making Rebekah question herself, her values...her very existence, breaking her down before he turned her over to Deirdre to be molded and manipulated to their purpose.

By the time he had worked his way through half the DVDs he had plenty of bondage stuff between Deborah and Martin and things had already progressed to a constant stream of kinky sex acts with a parade of more and more sex partners doing everything imaginable to Rebekah's mother.

It was the ninth DVD that made Richard sit up and take notice. There they were, Jim and John losing their virginity to Deborah as dad obviously watched. This video was not stationary like the others, taken from the peep hole in the closet. The video was being shot handheld. Neither Deborah nor the boys seemed to be comfortable with what was going on, but they were obviously following off camera directions.

Deborah was laying spread eagle on the bed and had flaming birthday candles sticking out of the whipped cream on each of her bulbous tits. Her pussy was covered in whipped cream as well and Happy 18th Birthday was written across Deborah's stomach in a sugary gel, like on a birthday cake.

The boys appeared apprehensive at first, but once the candles were blown out and all the whipped cream disappeared into their mouths Deborah got around to doing a little blowing of her own. The boys appeared to be quick learners, thought Richard, as they took Deborah in every way possible, depositing endless loads of cum in her pussy, ass, and mouth. The boys seemed to especially enjoy tit fucking Deborah's gigantic breasts and coming all over her face.

As Richard finished the final DVD, the boys appeared to have made four more visits to Deborah before Martin shot his final video. Each of the boys' videos were handheld like the first and the level of violence and humiliation inflicted on Deborah increased with each one. The apples did not fall far from the tree, Richard thought, as he extracted the last DVD from the laptop.

Richard looked up at the clock and saw that Fedex should be arriving any minute. He had just enough time to email George the tracking information from the DVDs so he could put together an oldies but goodies version for him to use on Rebekah. He also asked George to send a couple of copies of the DVD home with Deirdre tonight so he would have one for Big John in the morning.

As Richard continued to wait for the Fedex delivery he started to prepare a list for Big John. He would have Big John sweep Deborah's home and pull anything else that would be useful that he could bring back to the office. Richard made a note to make sure that all the bills were left on the dining room table so Rebekah could see the dire financial condition her mother was in, and by extension, herself. Richard would have Big John stage the house to tell the story Richard wanted Rebekah to see and hear.

Richard remembered to have Big John pick up a large screen plasma TV this evening as well, to mount on the wall in Deborah's playroom. He made a note to remind Big John to make sure it had a DVD built in and would be easy to operate.

Suddenly Richard remembered that he had forgotten about the photographs. They were still in his trunk. Richard got up and headed for the elevator to retrieve the grocery bag full of photos. As he made his way to the elevator, he could see the Fedex driver making a delivery at one of the other offices down the corridor. Good, thought Richard, he could examine the parcels from Mexicali and El Centro when he came back from the parking structure.

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The SUV was already waiting for Deirdre as she carried her two small bags to the front door. The driver took them from her, and she excused herself to say goodbye to Jana and Sophie, who were still by the pool. Deirdre never seemed to tire of looking at these beautiful women's bodies. Their freshly oiled flesh glistened in the sun now that they had finished massaging each other.

Deirdre strode over to them and both women got up from their chaises to give her a going away kiss. Deirdre was careful to just give each of them a peck on the lips since she did not want the oil all over her clothing. Deirdre stroked each of their pussies with her index fingers and felt their slick moistness. She looked at each of them sensuously as their bodies responded, saying, "you have no idea how much I am going to miss you tonight," as she stuck each of her index fingers in her mouth and licked them dry.

As usual, Deirdre had the last word as she turned and walked quickly inside and then to the waiting SUV as the two women tried to quell the fire that Deirdre had just started between their legs.

Deirdre and her assistant had gone over the airline reservations earlier and they realized that they could book the boys on the same flight with Deirdre. In fact, she could pick them up on the way to Sky Harbor. Deirdre's assistant laughed when she told her that the boys were already packed when she called to confirm their airline reservations.

Deirdre's assistant knew her too well. She had not told the boys that Deirdre would be on the same flight. She knew Deirdre liked surprises. As they drove down the dusty road toward the interstate highway, Deirdre was already thinking about how she would initiate her two new young protégés into the mile-high club on the flight back to LA. Deirdre was sure their mother would not object.

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The Fedex envelope was on Richard's desk and a large box was on the floor next to it when he returned from the parking structure. Richard first ripped open the envelope from the hotel in El Centro containing the cell phone. It still had nearly a full charge and Richard was glad that it was similar to his old cell phone. Richard rummaged through his bottom desk drawer and found the old charger and made sure it would work.

As Richard scanned the contents of the phone, he was pleased to discover that Rebekah had her own cell phone and that there was a listing for Richie. Richard made a mental note to give Big John a call with the number. Perhaps he could run Richie down with it. Also listed was the name and direct line for the head mistress of the academy. That would prove useful as well.

Next Richard opened the large cardboard box from the bank manager in Mexicali. Inside were Deborah's driver's license and social security card in a business envelope and Deborah's old purse and luggage. There was also a plastic bag full of the contents from the glove compartment and center console from the car.

Richard dumped the contents of the purse out on his desk. There was a small photo wallet with pictures of Rebekah and Deborah's wallet, containing her credit cards. Also, in the purse was Deborah's checkbook. Richard scanned it quickly and she was overdrawn, as he surmised.

There was also a small address book and inside it was a list of all Deborah's usernames and passwords for her email, bank and credit card accounts, and other programs she used on her computer. Richard made a mental note to log on and read Deborah's emails later. When Richard turned to the "R" tab in the address book he found what he was hoping for, Rebekah's email address as well as her password. Now Richard had all the pieces he needed to set his plan into motion. All he needed to do now was give Xavier a call in Mexico and have him shoot the footage he needed and get Deborah to say what he wanted into the video camera.

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As the SUV with Deirdre disappeared down the dirt road in a cloud of dust, Jana reached out for Sophie, wanting to finish what Deirdre had started. Grabbing Jana's hand, Sophie brought it to her mouth and sucked sensuously on her index finger.

"Not now, sweetie," said Sophie with a sly smile, "if we start now, we won't get anything else done the rest of the afternoon. Now let's go have some lunch and get our jogging and exercise out of the way."

Sophie snuck a quick stroke to Jana's clit in, as she headed to the kitchen. Sophie had decided to tease Jana for the rest of the afternoon. This would be her last night with Jana and she wanted her burning red hot when she finally sunk her head between her legs.

After a quick lunch of fruit and yogurt the girls headed out for their jog. They stayed close to the ranch and kept the buildings constantly in view. They did not want another Indian attack, especially since Deirdre would not be there to ride to the rescue.

As Jana and Sophie showered together after their jog, Sophie continued to tease Jana's clit occasionally. Jana had figured out what the game was and decided two could play. The women continued to tease one another as they soaped and rinsed each other, and as they dried one another with the soft towels.

The teasing would continue for the rest of the afternoon as the women worked out and refined their routines on the pole, the sexual tension building in each of their increasingly needy bodies.

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The twins were already waiting at the curb as the SUV pulled up in front of the apartment building. The boys were dressed in matching ASU basketball jerseys and gym short. They each had a large gym bag and were wearing workout shoes, but no socks. Deirdre smiled, knowing the boys wanted to show off the muscles on their increasingly bulging shoulders and biceps and their newly bronzed bodies. Deirdre laughed to herself as the identical twins approached the SUV, "Sun Devils indeed!" she whispered under her breath.

Deirdre powered the darkened window down just a crack so she could make eye contact with the boys. "Put you stuff in the back," said Deirdre as the driver released the latch on the back of the SUV. The boys threw their bags in the back and piled into the back seat as the SUV sped off toward the airport.

Deirdre never turned to acknowledge the boys' presence, but she carried on a running dialog with them all the way to the airport. Deirdre was careful to make it clear who was in charge. She told them what their schedule would be in the morning and what time they would need to be ready to fill out their applications and conduct their interviews.

She verified that they had their driver's licenses and social security cards with them for the human resources department before they got too far from the apartment building. Deirdre kept the conversation strictly on business all the way to the airport. All the boys could see was the back of Deirdre's head as she spoke, with her raven hair tightly wrapped in a bun at the back.

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Handing up the phone, Xavier had a disappointed look on his face. It appeared that Christmas would not be coming early, and they would have to wait to unwrap their new toy and play with it.

Xavier gestured to two of his men to follow him as he picked up the video camera and made his way to the stairway that led down to the lower level, below the hacienda. Richard had given him his instructions and they could get started.

Was the gringo serious, laughed Xavier. He 'actually' wanted to know if the gringa bitch had her breakfast yet. That was not how it worked around here, he thought. The bitch would get fed when she did everything that was asked of her today.

When they got to the base of the stairway, Xavier had his men move the rustic wooden table and chair from the corner to the center of the room so the iron doors of the cells would be in frame as Deborah sat at the wooden table repeating exactly what she was told to say. As Xavier previewed the scene through the video camera he was pleased. Xavier had his men move the old rack and stocks into frame from the left and right, so they were visible in the background too.

Xavier knew that the two devices were over a hundred years old and rickety and ready to fall apart, but whoever this video was directed at would not. Xavier looked through the viewfinder one last time and was pleased with his stagecraft. The scene was pure Spanish Inquisition.

Deborah could vaguely hear some activity outside her cell but could not make it out. As she heard the bolt thrown on the door and creak open, she was filled with dread at what might be coming next. For the first time she heard a voice as she was lifted to her feet by two pair of rough and powerful hands.

Deborah could feel the chain being detached from the leather restraints on her wrists. As she tried to move her arms, she realized that they were still connected, keeping her hands firmly bound behind her back.

"Get moving," said a voice for the first time.

A jolt of electricity shot through Deborah's body now as something was pressed against her ass. Deborah screamed as the electrical shock made her body shudder. "You're not listening to me bitch. You need to listen to every word I say and do exactly what I tell you. Do you understand?" said Xavier's in his most menacing voice.

Deborah's head was reeling as she was slow to respond. Another jolt of electricity shot through her body. "Do you understand bitch?"

"Yes, yes, please don't do that again. I'll do as you say. I'll do anything you say. Please no more. Please," Deborah said pleading, as she whimpered and was led out the door and across the adjoining room and sat in a hard-wooden chair.

"Good. I'm glad we understand each other. That will make things easier, on both of us. Don't get any ideas. We know where your daughter is," whispered Xavier in his most sinister tone of voice directly into her ear. He was enjoying this, thought Xavier; he should have become an actor. He did not know why Richard had asked him to throw that in about the daughter, but he followed his instructions.

For the next hour Xavier rehearsed Deborah on exactly what she was to say into the camera. When she got it wrong, she was rewarded with another jolt from the cattle prod. When she was finally able to recite her message word for word three times in a row, Xavier decided she was ready.

As Xavier turned on the video camera and turned on the bright auxiliary light attached to it, he signaled his men to remove Deborah's hood. Through the lens he could see Deborah's slumping head begin to lift as his men moved out of frame. Xavier turned on the camera.

In frame was a wide shot of Deborah sitting alone at the table as she raised her head to look at the source of the bright light. Deborah was squinting as her eyes adjusted from the darkness inside the hood. Xavier zoomed in to Deborah's face and caught the trail of mascara that had dripped down her face mixing with the trail of tears and sweat from inside the oppressively hot hood, her hair matted against her forehead and the sides of her face.

As Deborah looked up into the camera through her puffy eyes with a dazed and fearful expression, she slowly began to speak.

"Shut up!" shouted Xavier suddenly. "This just isn't convincing enough."

Looking to his men, Xavier motioned his men toward their prisoner. "Stand her up."

Xavier was moving toward Deborah now. As he stood in front of her he nodded his head, smiling at Deborah.

Suddenly Xavier slapped the right side of Deborah's face as she let out a scream. Her eye was swelling up now and blood was dripping down from the corner of her mouth. "Much better. Far more convincing," said Xavier as he moved away.

"OK, now talk to the camera, puta!" ordered Xavier.

Deborah was really worked up now and she was breathing heavily as she tried to control her emotions. Her words came out in a rush, conveying her sense of urgency.

"Oh, please Rebekah! Please, I need your help. These men took me from the bank, and they have all our money. They want more. They have told me to tell you to not go to the police. Somehow you need to get the money," said Deborah starting to sob even more as she contemplated the alternatives. "Please get hold of my lawyer. He will know what to do. But whatever you do, don't call the police or tell anyone else."

"They know where you are, you need to get..." screamed Deborah into the camera as it was abruptly switched off.

"You were a naughty girl," said Xavier in his sinister tone of voice as he slapped her again, this time knocking her to the floor. "You need to be taught a lesson." Xavier still had some video to shoot for Richard, so he thought Deborah may as well think that it was her punishment.