Chapter 79

Susan, 2, Julie, Jenny and Carol, spent a week debriefing Bee for her financial information and Karolina & Ela for their plans.

They looked exhausted when they'd finished that round of their task. I told them all to have three days off, swim a little, get some sun and relax.

2 was the only one who didn't actually go into the water. She'd sit with her feet dangling in and listen to her friends play, but never ventured any further than that.

"Do you swim, 2?" I asked her. We were both sitting on the pool edge, splashing our feet in the cool water.

2 slowly shook her head. "I'm not a very good swimmer, and I'm frightened that I might lose the side of the pool."

"Not in this one you won't," I said, "hold my hand and come in with me."

Tentatively she held out her hand, I grasped it and lowered her into the water. Of course this was the shallow end, only three feet deep, the deepest point, at the other end of the pool, was nearly eight feet, just under the diving board.

"Now sit down," I told her.

Gingerly 2 sat.

"Dip your head into the water and listen."

Her head was under water for only a few seconds when she shot upwards again a puzzled look on her face. She lay backwards this time, easily floating, her ears under the water.

"You've put underwater speakers in. She sat up, "That's the deep end, the bass sounds are wonderful. The shallow end is there," she pointed again.

"That's right," I agreed, "and when you get a little more used to the sounds and distance, you'll never lose the side, not ever."

2's smile faded and she started to cry. I held her as she sobbed gently. "Why are you doing this for me?" she asked plaintively.

"I do things like this because I like helping people. I feel good when I see someone smile, like you just did when you realised that now you too could swim with us."

"And he likes hugging naked females. He thinks it might get them into his bed," said my darling Sasha.

"Yes." said 2.

"Yes?" I asked.

"Yes, I'll come into your bed whenever you want me to." She relaxed against me. Having decided to make love with me, she no longer felt that she had to 'protect' her body from me.

"Soon, then, when you're ready." I whispered in her ear.

2 lifted my hand to her breast, her nipple was hard under my fingertips, "I think I'm ready now." She answered almost breathlessly. She pressed her abdomen against my erection, "I think you are too."

I lifted her and carried her out of the pool to a patch of grass. Umber saw where I was heading and quickly laid out a blanket for us to lie on.

Slowly, gently, we made love. 2 fumbled a little, unused to doing this sightlessly. She used her fingers a lot, running their tips over my skin, exploring every inch of my body. Where her fingers went, there too went her lips and tongue. She kissed and licked me all over, sucking me deep into her mouth whenever she could.

2 was uninhibited in her lovemaking, as willingly running her tongue over my anus as my lips. When she realised that I wanted access between her legs, she spread them as wide as she could, opening her labia to assist me when I licked her slit and teased her clit. She came twice. Not the thunderous climaxes I was used to with Sasha or my girls, but I doubted that she was truly relaxed with me yet. We had only just started learning each other's bodies. There was time to bring out the full effects of her climax. This was just the start, there was time enough for our love to grow.

Sasha helped Umber clean me, while Jill and Alison cleaned and wiped 2. 2, unused to this sort of intimate treatment jumped a little at the beginning but Jill, who 2 had become very comfortable with, calmed her and explained what was happening and why.

"So," said 2, "this is what the life of a billionaire is like, I'm impressed."

"Yeah, it's great until people start trying to kill you." I answered.

"Well, apart from the assassination attempts of course. And the tax bills." 2 said a little more subdued.

"And the lack of privacy," added Sasha. "Do you know how many people can come into our bedroom while we're in there, maybe screwing? Over twenty! At times it's worse than the Gare du Nord or Saint Pancras. I sometimes wonder if they're giving us marks, like the ice skating or ice dance."

Sasha's Nigel came over that afternoon. 2 was in her office formulating plans with her colleagues; Bee, Cilla, David and Nigel (Williams) were by the pool.

"Paul, paperwork darling," called Sasha.

I tried to bury my head under a handy slave, but they'd all disappeared. I looked round me, they were still there but standing a little way away from me, obviously not wanting to incur Sasha's wrath.

Well there was nothing to do but man up and do it. After all, how long could a little paperwork take?

SIX HOURS!

Six hours examining and signing legal documents and contracts.

And Sasha and her Nigel did this for a living. Nigel even told me he thought this sort of thing was fun! Apart from that obvious insanity, Nigel was a very nice bloke.

Still, at the end of it I owned City & County Financial Services Ltd. Like with all of my companies, I was the majority owner and Chairman, I owned 90% of the company, Bee and Nigel (Williams) 5% each. Nigel (Morton) valued the company at 64 Million pounds. Bee and Nigel were CEO and COO, both with a nice pay rise. I just needed to get FSA approval for their appointments. As C&C Financial was privately owned this wasn't strictly necessary, but it would most certainly help when they audited government, or publicly funded projects.

Nigel also suggested that we approach some of the Banks which still had premises in Lincolns Inn Fields and see about getting another lease, hopefully one close to our current premises.

I signed a letter of intent stating that I was willing to take over one or two leases providing completion occurred within 120 days. Nigel's opinion was that a number of leaseholders on the square were suffering financially and if they could see a face-saving way out of their lease, a number of them might take it.

I thought about this for a while and then had Karolina type up another letter of intent. This one didn't specify how many properties I was willing to take over, just that I was interested in 'a number' of properties.

Let's see how many Nigel can get for me.

This might seem a high risk, but I'm overly cash rich, I need equity now rather than cash. As the market is bottoming out, now is the time to buy into these high end properties. As the government's austerity measures kick in, and the housing schemes I'm developing begin to get moving, prices will start to rise. Confidence will return and companies will, once again be willing to buy leases for prestigious offices in prestigious places like Lincolns Inn Fields.

Then I'll sell the leases, or more probably, sub-lease and rake in an obscene profit.

Now I had to tell Nigel (Williams) and Bee about their new jobs.

"Umber, ask Bee and Nigel, if they will meet me in my office in an hour's time. Sasha and I have something to discuss with them." I ordered.

"Yes Master," Umber called as she ran away.

"Just look at her bum," said Sasha leaning against me, "doesn't that make you want to throw her on the ground and rape her."

"I couldn't rape her."

"No, she'd trip you up and land underneath you with her legs spread."

We kissed, memories of naked Umber fresh in our minds. I knew we'd make love this evening. Umber might even be invited to join us.

Bee and Nigel sat in the chairs Sasha indicated by the coffee table. Piles of forms and contracts lay on my desk ready for signatures.

"Nigel, I've bought out your company and split it into two parts. Your old boss will still run the public facing part, he'll be working for me though and be paid a salary rather than just collecting profits. The other part though, will be concerned with my companies. Bee, I want you to be CEO of the whole business, Nigel, I want you to be the COO. While you'll be responsible for the whole company, your primary responsibility will be will be looking after my personal accounting and the auditing of my companies. Nigel, you'll keep your team, Bee you'll have to set up a new team."

Bee looked thrilled, Nigel thoughtful.

"Baron..." Nigel started.

"Call me Paul or Boss," I interrupted him.

He smiled, "Boss, I hate to start asking for more as soon as you've given me such an opportunity, but I really need more people. There's just too much work for us."

Now it was my turn to smile, "Sasha and I think about four or five more to start with. Maybe more later. However, it's your decision, you're the boss of that team."

They sat and thought for a few minutes.

"Who's on the board?" Bee asked.

"No board, just Nigel as COO, you as CEO and me as Chairman. I get the casting vote. Overall, I'll leave the running of the business to you two. I'll just sit back and watch the profits roll in."

They smiled at that.

"And so will you, you each have a five percent stake in the new firm."

"BUT ... But that's got to be worth..." Nigel was almost speechless.

"That's got to be worth as much to you, as you are to me. I feel that if you too have a stake in the company, you'll work better and be happier. You're not a wage slave any more; you're a stinking fat-cat capitalist, just like me."

"Boss, if we all added our wealth together, we'd still not be anywhere near you." Bee said with a smile. "Even with my newfound wealth."

"So why don't you go and tell your family about your new jobs." I suggested.

"Boss," Nigel was still gobsmacked, "I don't know how..."

"Then don't, just work like you have been doing so far. Remember, you've earned this position. That's why you were given it." Nigel looked as though he couldn't believe his good fortune. Bee took him by the arm and guided him back out to their rooms. David would be in bed by now, but that would just give Nigel and Cilla time to celebrate together. Tomorrow would be soon enough to tell David.

I had just dropped off to sleep when the silent alarm went off. I woke and picked up the phone.

"Yes?"

"Boss, you need to look outside your door," said the duty security person.

Naked, I left the bed, Umber snuggled tightly to Sasha. I smiled down at them, watching as Sasha's arms encircled Umber and pulled her into a close embrace. I padded quietly to the door and opened it slowly. The door opened inwards, it was a good thing it did as Jenny lay across the threshold. She was sobbing quietly; I don't think she'd heard me open the door either.

Kneeling, I gently grasped her shoulder, "Jenny, what do you want?" I asked as gently as I could. I suspected what she wanted, needed, was to be owned again. She'd said she'd never be free again. I knew what slave conditioning could do to a freewoman, especially if she had even the slightest hint of submissiveness in her makeup.

"Master..." she turned and clung to me, her tears running freely now.

"Come in with me, you can sleep with me tonight." I gestured towards the door.

"But Umber, your body slaves..." she started almost panicking.

"Will help their Master look after someone who may become a new slave," said Umber from behind me. "Come, let us get you in bed and warm."

I stood and held my hand out, palm up and flat. Jenny put her palm onto mine, neither holding the other's hand, and followed me into the bedroom. Sasha had moved to one side of the bed, I entered and lay in the centre. After a moment's hesitation Jenny lay down beside me. She pressed her naked body against mine.

"Thank you Master, you are kind to this worthless girl."

"No girl is worthless, all have value and beauty. Sometimes the girl tries to hide her true beauty and worth, but it usually shines through soon enough." I whispered to her, stroking her head, her temple, willing her to sleep. Sure enough, the softness of my voice and the gentle warmth of the bed eased the troubled woman into sleep. I watched her for a while then closed my eyes.

15, I thought to myself as I drifted off to sleep.

I woke early. Sasha and Jenny still slept either side of me. Jenny was spooned against my stomach, Sasha against my back. Taking stock of where my hands and penis were, I became aware of a warm breast in my hand and cheeks pressing against my semi-tumescent penis. I dropped my hand to Jenny's stomach, feeling that, perhaps that would be a better place for her to find my hand when she awoke than clutching her tit.

Almost as soon as I moved my hand, Jenny stirred and murmured. She grasped my hand and replaced it onto her breast, then quietened again. Well, I took the hint and left it there. I liked the feel of her breast, if she liked me holding her, then we both gained.

I closed my eyes and sighed. Jenny's bald head didn't provide me with the luxury of snuggling into a woman's hair as I dropped off to sleep. Ah well, I'd get over the loss.

Waking again I must have disturbed Jenny. With a screech, she shot out of bed and threw herself face down on the floor.

"I'm sorry Master, this girl begs forgiveness Master. This worthless slut fell asleep and didn't leave the Master's bed when he'd finished with her. Please forgive..."

The poor girl was almost hysterical. "Jenny," I spoke her name quietly, softly. "It's alright Jenny, I invited you to sleep in my bed. You've done nothing wrong and there's nothing to forgive. Come, let's shower and then get some breakfast." She was looking up at me now, terror writ large on her face. I smiled and held out my hand, palm up and flat again. She put her palm onto mine and I steadied her as she stood.

"You're not angry at me?" she asked, trepidation clear in her voice.

I smiled at her, "Of course not, you were a warm bed-mate. You cuddled nicely."

"Thank you, but I..."

"I enjoyed your company, I enjoyed holding you..."

"And you looked so small and helpless sleeping in his arms," added Sasha coming up behind us.

Jenny blanched, "I'msorryMistressIdidn't..."

I really was getting worried now, Jenny was almost spiralling out of control. She was so terrified of doing wrong and being punished that soon she'd just do absolutely nothing but lie down and die.

For the first time I felt that, for her sake, I had to own this girl.

"Umber, take this girl and explain to her that I am going to collar her before breakfast. I have decided that this girl will be mine."

Jenny didn't look as scared now, this was something she knew about, she would have structure and rules again. Neither as strict or onerous as those of Madam Rhea, but a framework which she could cling onto while she healed, support while she grew. I hoped that one day she'd be strong enough to leave me, I was also worried that she was a broken child who'd have to be looked after for the rest of her life.

Umber led Jenny away, Jenny didn't argue or seem frightened, she showed ... acceptance.

"Alison, get Karolina in here as quickly as you can." I ordered. I'd never just taken someone as slave before. I wondered if there was a ritual for this. Karolina would know.

Sasha and I showered quickly, while Karolina filled us in on the outlines of what had to be done.

Sasha and I entered the breakfast room together. As a number of my girls had been running round preparing things, everyone knew what was happening, even Jenny's colleagues. Though I doubt that they actually realised how necessary this was for Jenny's sake.

Sasha and I took our prepared seats away from the table, and waited.

Jenny entered the room. She looked stunning. Karen had obviously dressed her in one of her finest gowns. Jenny looked like a fairy princess, though a princess ready to rape the shit out of Prince Charming. She walked calmly and steadily towards her seat.

"STOP WOMAN!" I shouted.

Jenny stopped and looked at me.

I grabbed her by the back of her neck and roughly forced her to her knees. The wickedly sharp knife in my hand pricked her throat, drawing a stream of blood. "Decide now, my collar or death." There was a sharp intake of breath from our audience then. But Karolina had been insistent on this; Jenny had to make the choice, slavery or death. If she didn't choose me then I'd have to cut her throat.

I glanced at Em standing by, her medical kit was already open and she was ready to try and save Jenny's life, or ease her into death should she choose that.

Jenny looked up into my eyes ... a long, long second passed. "I choose life in your collar," she smiled, a real smile for the first time since she came to Martinè, "Master."

Karolina handed me a rough leather collar and I buckled it round Jenny's neck. Making sure that it was buckled tight, Jenny would know she wore my collar.

"Stand, slave." I ordered.

Jenny almost jumped up, standing straight, tall, proud.

I ripped her gown off, leaving her naked in front of us all, blood still running from the gash in her throat.

I returned to my seat beside Sasha. "Feed us," I commanded.

Umber, Alison and Aline helped Jenny as they fetched food and fed us, offering us not only the contents of the plates, but their willing bodies too. Jenny copied them and willingly offered herself to both Sasha and I. Kissing us both deeply, pressing her cheek against our legs every minute or so. This was comforting as it was a slave's way of showing that she truly appreciated what we were doing for her.

We hurried our breakfast as Jenny was still bleeding.

"Em, come look at this slave, she appears damaged. This slave has worth to me, heal her."

Em rushed over and tended to Jenny's wound, cleaning it and quickly inserting two stitches. "This girl will heal soon, Master. Her wound is minor and won't stop her performing any duties you may give her."

I nodded, as a stern master I couldn't thank Em for ensuring that Jenny would be OK.

Julie seemed to snap out of shock, "YOU BASTARD!" she screamed as she flew across the room and swung her arm. Nina, one of Paula's special girls, plucked her away from striking range and dumped her on the floor. Umber, Alison and Julia stood between me and stared coldly at the surprised woman.