Chapter 16

“It seems like your boy has got himself a pretty little China doll girlfriend, a Michelle Chen,” Mr. Rose said into his disposable cell phone.

Janice raised an eyebrow. This was something new and a little unexpected. Her stepson Jeffery never mentioned that he was dating, even when she prodded him on their morning jogs.

“Nice girl, too, it seems,” Mr. Rose continued, “She’s an accounting major at the nearby community college. Helps out at her uncle’s restaurant and helps with his books. Clean driving record. Good health. Pretty much a good catch for your boy, I would say.”

“You seem to have been doing some homework, Mr. Rose,” Janice said, not sure she wanted him to dig that deep.

“Just making sure, Mrs. Crimson, with competition being the way it is.”

There was a pause on the other end.

“Is there something you’re not telling me, Mr. Rose?” Janice asked.

“Nothing that should worry you or any business you may be conducting. It seems your boy’s girlfriend has a stalker. We just had a little chat and I think he has come to an understanding about the way things are going to be.”

“Are you sure there is nothing to worry about?”

“I will make sure of it, Mrs. Crimson.”

“In that case, take care Mr. Rose, and have a good evening.”

“You too, Mrs. Crimson.”

Janice ended the call. She didn’t like the thought of a stranger stalking around the house regardless of the circumstances. There were too many secrets to be found, secrets that needed to be kept silent and away from her children. She debated telling her husband Ray who was just finishing putting away the groceries.

“Problems?” he asked after he threw away the last plastic bag.

Janice shook her head, “No. Mr. Rose was just checking in. Apparently our son is dating.”

Ray grinned, “No shit? About time that boy started to show his breedin’. Anybody we know?”

“No,” Janice replied, “and I am still horny.”

Ray’s blonde wife slinked over to Ray’s side of the table and looked deep into her husband’s blue-grey eyes.

Ray grasped just above his wife’s hips and returned her look, “I think I can do something about that, but I first want to know about why Mr. Rose is out at our place.”

His wife gave Ray her best pouting smile, biting the corner of her lower lip, “I was worried about the kids and Mr. Rose said he would pop by and see how they were doing.”

“And your inner mommy took over...”

Janice nodded, pressing her body against his, “Uh-huh.”

Ray couldn’t fault her. It was a dangerous business they were a part of in more ways than just the law. In the type of high-end acquisitions Magenta dealt in, the field was narrow and competition very brutal. In fact, one of Magenta’s lawyers just had his wife and his paralegal kidnapped by one of their more aggressive competitors. Ray was actually glad Janice had taken some initiative.

“What other mommy skills do you have?” Ray smiled.

Cassandra was exhausted and in pain. Not serious pain, just the compilation of little aches and discomforts of being bound and hunched over for too long as well as the simple need of going to use the bathroom and soon. First and foremost, her knees were sore from being forced to kneel in front of the chair and the woman bound there. Cassandra was sure that the woman was her sister and the fact that Cassandra had to make her sister Mandy cum several times by lapping at Mandy’s sex made Cassandra sick. The taste of her sister still coated Cassandra’s tongue and her sister’s sexual incense still lingered in her nose.

The leather cuffs binding her wrists behind her back and the cuffs capturing her ankles both chaffed at her skin, though the black stockings that Cassandra wore helped to minimize the soreness in her ankles. The black latex hood she was wearing was causing her to get hot and she could feel the trickles of sweat making their way down her collared throat.

Cassandra’s jaw also ached from being forced open by the ring gag for so long. Her mouth should have been dry, but drool seemed to continue to drip from her lips. But, however much pain she was enduring right now, the promise of a whipping or worse kept her kneeling where she was.

“Stand.”

Master’s voice startled her. She felt her leash being undone from the chair leg and pulled upward. Cassandra struggled to stand and with the help of Master, finally stood unsteadily. With a slight tug, she hopped behind him until she felt the leash droop and then stopped.

His hands grasped her waist and maneuvered her until she was facing where he wanted her to be. He fastened her leash above her head and left her just standing there.

It took her a bit, in her latex-black darkness, to realize that someone else was beside her. She couldn’t see this person; she sensed them ... Her.

It was a her.

If Cassandra listened hard enough, she could hear the other woman moaning, jingling her chains. She wondered who the other woman was.

Cassandra’s thoughts were interrupted when she heard another woman being brought over to stand beside her: Mandy. It had to be. She pictured the three of them; herself, her sister, and the other captive woman, standing there in line before Master and Mistress.

“We have had a change of plan,” Master said, “Mistress and I have heard from our client and the client has changed their minds. The client only wants two slaves.”

Ray paused to let his words sink in.

“Y’all know what happens to that unsold T-bone that sits in the market too long, don’t ya?”

A steel-cold chill sliced through Cassandra as she stood there helpless.

“I’ll tell you. That piece of prime beef ends up in the bargain bin or, worse, in the dumpster out back. Hear what I am telling you, slaves? The client is going to have to make a choice between you fillies so they’re obviously going to pick the best and leave the other, well, I don’t want to get into all that.”

Cassandra couldn’t believe what she was hearing. What did he mean? Was he going to kill one of them if they didn’t please him enough? The chill going through Cassandra turned to an agonizing leaden sadness that threatened to plunge her into a darkness that she didn’t know she would ever emerge.

“Mistress and I are going to record y’all to help the client make that choice and you slaves need to show that client that you are the best at pleasing your Master or Mistress. Think of it as the audition for your life. The client will watch each of you, watching you progress into desirable slaves.”

Ray enjoyed watching each of the women react to his words; the slumping of the shoulders, the slight shaking of their bowed heads, the moans of despair through their gags. At least, that was the case with the twins. The other bound woman was his wife, Janice. She was bound just like the others and dressed in her favorite black and deep purple corset, matching panties and black silk stockings that went up to her thighs. Her brass collar encircled her throat. However, she did not wear a latex hood like the other two. Her eyes were locked onto Ray as he paced pack and forth before the three women like a General before his troops.

Of course, this wasn’t the first time Janice played the role of another victim. It had been useful in the past in breaking their acquisitions. This time, the two girls wouldn’t see the other prisoner, only know that she was there. And Janice would play her role beautifully.

“Now, Mistress and I have rigged it so you can listen in on the other slaves’ progress to know just what y’all are up against. I am also making sure that y’all have something to do while Mistress and I are auditioning you slaves.”

Cassandra heard the woman next to her squeal frantically into her gag. Cassandra’s mind was a storm of unbidden imaginings about what Master was doing to the poor woman.

Then, Cassandra found out.

Master’s fingers played with Cassandra’s bared nipples, pulling at them with until they were fully erect before putting the cold metal clamps on them. As the jaws closed down, they pinched her nipples painfully. The bound girl cried out but Master ignored her. He reached down and pulled down the waistband of her g-string, exposing her sex to his eyes. Gently, he parted her lips and made sure that the silent egg vibrator was still in place. His finger caressed around the vibe before tracing up and tickling her swollen clit and sending hot rushes of pleasure washing through her.

“Don’t cum,” he whispered into Cassandra’s ear as he eased her lacy g-string back up.

Cassandra could hear Master doing the same to her twin sister. Her sister’s mewls and cries were the same as her own, perhaps even more vehement.