Denise

*** Chapter 19, Transportation

"Your wife will be so happy to see you again,” said Gudrun to Jake.

Miss Clearmont had left on the morning plane to New York leaving Gudrun to tie up the loose ends of Jake's trip to the USA. They had parted with a kiss and light hearts in Schipol after confirming that the money transfers had been made.

Gudrun had untied Jake from the wall and chained him once again to the sling from the ceiling. The former millionaire's head reeled with his close call. Gudrun's friend had stormed out of the room when she had been told of the change of plan leaving Gudrun to move him.

"I have decided to sell you back to your wife,” she said. "I think that it is the least that I can do for you in the circumstances."

Jake wondered how he was to be moved but he said nothing. The gag in his mouth made it impossible to answer. Gudrun stroked his chest; the stripes from Miss Clearmont's caning had become narrow bruises that testified to the strength of her arm.

"It will take a week to organise the move. In that time you will serve me and my clients as a diversion,” she said. "In any case you are ready to be fucked properly, so I think that you will come to enjoy the feeling of a prick in your ass and mouth."

***

For the next few days Gudrun was as good as her word. Jake served as a toy for her games. He lost count of the number of stiff pricks that penetrated him and thanked the male clients for their attentions. In all Gudrun had to cane him but once for trying to avoid his mouth being used.

Every day she let him orgasm once for the amusement of her paying guests. Each time it was short and hard, a thrashing motion that made him come before he really even realised that the gratification had started.

When Gudrun gave him a set of papers to sign he did so blindfolded. As she stroked his stiff prick he signed again and again with only the thought of pleasing her in his clouded mind. When he had finished she asked him what he would like as a reward.

For a moment he pondered.

The thought of escape did not occur to him. All he needed was for her to gently bring him to orgasm. Gudrun smiled a proprietary smile and massaged him to a relaxed climax for which he gratefully thanked her.

It all passed like a dream to him, a sort of anticlimax to the treatment of Miss Clearmont who had been so frightening to him. In his sleep-deprived state, used, drugged and soon woken he lost all sense of time.

When his mistress told him that he had been three months in the cell he simply believed her. Jake pondered what his wife was going to do with him but he could not imagine that she would be better than Gudrun. In fact he found a certain attraction to Gudrun. His wife was a distant figure in the far future and the depths of his past.

Gudrun was after all, the centre of his captive life.

She fed him wiped him down. She helped him with the toilet and punished him when he was a 'Bad little man'. Best of all she allowed him to come. He came to almost look forward to the contact that he had with her and her male clients. Her heels on the cell floor heralded his only contact with the outside world. When she walked in the room his prick stood to attention and his heart raced.

All he had was sex, every moment was absorbed with his use. Slowly and without realising it he was responding to her tuition.

Joan Lorde had been waiting for a call from Miss Janet Hardewick for two weeks. Since her arrival back in the USA Joan had been very busy. She visited the office and showed the company lawyer her mandate from her husband.

"I intend to wind up the whole firm,” she started. Joan did not beat around the bush with the young lawyer but made it clear that if he did not co-operate he would be fired in any case. "My husband has made it clear to me that either the firm is to be sold, either in parts or as a whole."

The lawyer walked out of the meeting with his head spinning. He was to gather the client list and all the value of the firm and quietly offer it for sale. Joan had told him that every worker would be paid a year’s salary just before the change over and this would be funded from the sale. Personally he could look forward to over 100,000 dollars and perhaps keep his job.

Since there was no way to contact Jake Lorde he had to obey the order.

His first action was to check the legality of the mandate that Mrs Lorde had given him but it was fully in order. It did not take long for the clerks and others who worked in the office to know roughly what was going on. It also did not take long for word to reach the competitors and a list of interested parties was soon on his desk.

By the time that a week had passed the first concrete offers were in. A further meeting with Joan produced a short list and the bids went back and forth. The main value was in the client base but the lawyer insisted that only a bid that allowed all the staff to keep their jobs (and his) would be satisfactory.

Mrs Lorde argued with him long hours that the value was of more import than the workers but he proved that the best bidder was the one who could pay cash and not in instalments and they would need the staff.

A week later and the firm was sold. Some of the clients bitched about the fact that Jake was not there to smooth their egos but in the end most of them stayed allowing the maximum gain from the sale.

***

For the two weeks Joan had been given little time for her new hobby.

The back and forth between offices and meetings left her with a strained temper and a deal richer. A short meeting with Miss Clearmont had settled the debt for the help that she had received. At last Miss Clearmont had allowed Joan to pay for the private investigators and other costs.

Even Mandy came out with a year’s pay in advance.

A good price for her spying work.

At last the rush was over and the firm was gone. Joan felt a great lifting of the responsibility and settled down to invest the proceeds of the sale in stocks and bonds.

When the call from Janet Hardewick came Joan was watching television with Diane between her thighs. With a hand on her slave's head she stopped the service to her pussy and took the ringing phone.

"Good evening,” said Janet. "I am glad to be able to tell you that your husband has arrived here today."

"That is good to hear," replied Joan. "Shall I call tomorrow then?"

"That is not necessary," came the reply. "His training will commence and it is usual for a week to pass before the owner needs to take part in the indoctrination."

"I am relying on your capability,” said Joan. "In a week I shall be glad to see how the work is going."

"The other reason that I called,” said Janet. "Is just to confirm the tuition course. Have you considered any changes?"

"I shall of course reconsider your suggestions of a week ago but I think that I would like to stick to my original concept."

"Good. I shall of course be attending to the medical details in the next few days, the costs will be as estimated," replied Janet. "The doctor will look him over, especially as he has been unable to exercise in the last few weeks."

"Does that mean that it will take longer?" asked the wife of the slave.

"Maybe a few days will make him fit enough and then we shall see. It is unlikely that we can operate before you visit us here."

"Until then Miss Hardewick,” said Joan before laying down the receiver.

For a minute she considered her request. What she had in mind was somewhat radical but it was her fantasy. Just a week to go and then the real fun and revenge could begin. Jake would regret whoring around, and his wife would have the perfect slave.

Joan looked down at the slave at her feet. Dressed in a smooth suit of rubber with just her tongue able to exit the suit she was already serving to compensate her mistress for her treachery. She was coming to know her owner's pussy better than her own. Soon the next stage would come and she would be degraded to a lower existence that she would have not been able to imagine in her darkest nightmares.

A small pull and the slave once again licked the moist sex of her possessor. Every stroke of the lips and tongue a pleasure for the woman who planned her total degradation.

Diane was almost at the end of her resistance.

She had read many times of captives who resisted their captors in their minds and retained a small space that was their own, small personal signs of rebellion and insubordination.

That had been her plan.

She would do what was required and resist with her mind, keep her own personality. She had not reckoned with Joan Lorde and her advisor, Miss Clearmont. Every moment had been watched. Every hesitation had been punished, not always with the rod but often with degradation.

As Joan had guessed the operation had been the first step towards her full enslavement. Her once proud breasts hung like fruit on a tree. Huge and sensitive they were the way into her mind. Now she almost always wore what could only be described as a corset for her poor breasts. Two tubes which held them rigid with the rings peeping from the tight constricting leather.

The muscles in her chest lost their tightness with all the support allowing them to lie alarmingly soft and slack when her mistress removed the corset. Now, when free, they hung to her waist, the marks of incessant punishment making them stretch and delicate. Indeed even when the corset was on, Joan often hung weights on the rings that made the nipples distend and ache.

Suddenly a week ago Joan had added more torment.

Once again Diane had been pierced, this time the inner lips of her pussy. The six small rings had barely healed when each was attached to a slender chain with a weight on. With great delectation Joan had explained how she was to suffer. She would be stretched until her delicate flesh became sheets of tissue hanging inches below her crotch, a hanging tube of skin that would be tattooed and enlarged. Diane served her mistress continually.

When there was no sexual service she would lick her feet and shoes making her tongue sore with the friction. Sometimes she had to wear a suit of rubber that gripped her with its leather laces. Her eyes were covered by its smooth coating that made her a polished doll in black.

Just two days after the rings were placed in her pussy Joan had become a little drunk on champagne and tormented the slave with her plans. That had caused her to finally give up all hope of a rescue or a change in fortune. What her mistress planned was nothing less than a series of changes that would create the perfect sex object.

Diane was to lose her teeth. The cruel mistress had then divulged the most major change to her body.

Her arms would be removed to make her helpless.

"Let's face it Diane." Joan had said. "There are many things that you will just not need and I will have them removed. Your arms and all your body hair."

Diane had listened with horror at this woman's fantasies that were to come true on her slave's body.

"You need only please me and that will best be served when you are stripped of your excess."

Not able to reply through the gag Diane had sobbed, but silently. She knew that Joan would punish her terribly if her feelings showed. She was just there to please her goddess of pain and torment.

"Your clitoris will go as well of course, that is already arranged." Joan had said. "My pleasure is paramount, yours is not required."

'All this because I screwed your husband.' Thought Diane bitterly. 'For this single crime I am to be destroyed.'

Diane had lost the will to resist meaningfully. In fact she had become more than a slave. A slave has some freedom of action,

Diane had only bondage and degradation ahead.