Chapter 24: a Vacation Is Arranged

TEAM BRIEF

Anatoly, Dr Mendeleyev and Neena are facing each other through computer screens. They are holding a regular on-line meeting to discuss the progress of a number of novice slaves as they progress through their training. The meeting has been in progress for some time and they have reached what will be the two most difficult items.

"Igor Ivanovitch? The next item is 'Research Reports' and you want to speak to this?"

Dr Mendeleyev clears his throat." Yes, thank you, Anatoly Sergeyevitch. This is my item. As you probably know, it is normal for Academics such as Julia Romanova and I to publish our work. Indeed Higher Education has almost become an international commodity. MSU is very keen to rise to the top of the 'world league of universities', so the Rector expects to see a continuous out put of research papers from all departments."

"Quite so, and the consequence for us?"

"Is that we have begun to publish the results of the Vyera Investigation."

"So?"

"Other research groups will become aware of what we have accomplished."

"The usual consequence of publication, I think. Do you have concerns? Someone in particular?"

"In particular, there is Angela Dawney. Her in particular because I first suggested an investigation on these lines to her. It was a casual, perhaps 'tongue in cheek' suggestion and I was astonished to see how quickly she had picked up the idea and made progress with it."

"And she will be surprised to see her own data in print under your name?"

The image of Mendeleyev shifts uncomfortably on the screen in front of Anatoly.

"There are two issues, Anatoly Sergeyevitch. First, I should have discussed the commercial sensitivity of the data with you, so I apologise. However, you should know that MSU is very keen to exploit commercial advantage for its own ends, so perhaps it is wise not to alert their income generation people by classifying this particular work as 'commercially sensitive'"

"Second, Dawney will be alerted to the data but she will not know that it is the same data that Vyera was collecting in the UK. Only that the investigation and data is very similar. She may, of course, just think that we have proceeded with my original idea after all."

Anatoly snorts, it would hardly be like Angela to remember that someone else had an idea before she did.

"Third", the image of Mendeleyev looks down and Anatoly immediately knows that this is where the real trouble lies, "in our first report the authors were listed as Mendeleyev, Romanova and Kuznetsova. We had intended to keep Vyera's name off the paper but through an oversight, it was sent to the journal intact and Vyera's very own manuscript was used."

"Ah." Anatoly paused to assess the potential significance of this new fact.

"Has Dawney a list of your staff?"

"No, of course not."

"So there is nothing to connect Vyera Anatol'yevna Kuznetsova with Jennifer Karin McEwan?"

"Not directly but the manuscript is in Vyera's words. They might match the words she had used in similar written work before she was brought here."

"Ah ... I see ... but she has been with us for many months now. Surely her previous work will have been discarded?"

"Possibly, and then again, possibly not."

"And you propose?"

"We cannot retract the report but we can make sure that VA Kuznetsova never appears again in future reports. I do not think Vyera has any further expectations of an academic career."

"I don't think we plan to sponsor any further research at this point," Anatoly says, drily. "Thank you, Igor Ivanovitch. Clearly we must keep a careful watch."

Anatoly pauses for a moment or so and weighs Mendeleyev's concerns in his own mind. There is nothing which can be done now but it is certainly a mistake. The best they can do is to make sure it does not become a bigger one.

"Now, next item. Tell me about the progress of", he glances down to check a name, "of Pavea?"

Dr Mendeleyev and Neena both take a deep breath. Pavea has proven to be a very awkward project.

Neena begins. "I have to be frank, Anatoly Sergeyevitch. She is difficult. Progess is slow but progress is being made. I think she is beginning to break."

"Igor Ivanvovitch?"

Dr Mendeleyev clears his throat. "She has been a disappointment, Anatoly Sergeyevitch. When she became available, I thought she would be helpful in Vyera's training. I think I mentioned that she might provide an opportunity for the slave Vyera to ... er ... practice her skills as a teacher and to lift her horizon from the domestic work she had been undertaking but - I have discussed the position with Neena Alexandrovna – Pavea has merely been an additional trial for Vyera to endure. I am sorry the scheme has not been successful. In the circumstances, I could recommend Pavea's transfer to the normal facility?"

Anatoly regards his two colleagues and pauses. Pausing always makes subordinates anxious. They have to await his judgment. In this case, his judgment on them! Anatoly clears his throat. He has news. Very unsatisfactory news.

"I have today heard from the friend to whom I was repaying a favour in the matter of Pavea's abduction and training. You will remember the circumstances?"

Mendeleyev and Neena both nod carefully.

"It seems that the loss of his daughter has had a very salutary effect on Manfred Randolf. He has spent the last several months repaying his debts and bringing his accounts up to date. I think he suspects his daughter's disappearance has something to do with his former approach to business. He is trying to get her back by making amends and here we have a problem. My friend has asked me to discharge Pavea, but is that practical? That is my question."

"Practical?" Responds Mendeleyev,

Anatoly continues: "From what you have told me, she is not completely trained. She is nowhere near compliant. She will remember us. She will remember what has happened to her. She will rush to the authorities. There will be complications."

"If I may offer an opinion?"

"Yes, Neena Alexandrovna, please"

"I think she is making progress. It would be a great pity to release her (assuming that is the decision) at this point. Many of her character flaws are being corrected."

"Neena Alexandrovna: we are not here to improve the characters of young American women!"

"Of course not, Anatoly Sergeyevitch what I meant was that if she could be detained for longer, any release might not be connected with Mr Randolf's behaviour so closely and Pavea would have completed her training. She would be programmed much more completely. Any release would be safer."

"Igor Ivanovitch?"

"I agree with Neena Alexandrovna. Releasing Pavea at this point would be perilous, almost like interrupting a hanging after it had begun. The result would be the worst of all possible worlds. Far better to let the process go to completion, for all concerned."

Anatoly sighs. Mendeleyev's rather gruesome analogy seems to have hit the nail on the head. One thing is certain. He will not to get involved with revenge or punishment abductions ever again. They are just too much trouble.

A FOND FAREWELL

Neena walks down to the basement corridor. She has just left Vyera in the guest bedroom. She licks her lips over the idea of Vyera in the bed of the African. Restrained. Naked. Vulnerable. Available. Brazen. She thinks about how the night will unfold and its on-goings. She imagines Vyera impaled on the throbbing penis of their guest, her user. His body, firmly gripping hers. Vyera bucking in response. The flow of their intimate ballet gathering pace.

Gradually his balls become tense. He slows his pace, thrusting deeper and slower, his foreskin peeled back by the contact with Vyera' vaginal walls. The final few seconds in which he abandons all control. Perhaps with his mouth firmly clamped on Vyera's neck, sucking hard as he ejaculates deeply into her hot moist, receptive perhaps fertile vagina. Vyera would know. She would feel it. She would know that she might become pregnant! Her belly swelling so delightfully. A ripe fruit. Such a suitable ending for her training. After all, no contraceptive precautions were one hundred percent reliable!

She had spent part of the day with the African. Vyera had kept him company on a run through the grounds of the Dacha and had than spent time with him in the gym. So at least they were acquainted. Soon to be very much better acquainted!

And now to deal with Pavea!

How interesting that her father has reacted to her disappearance by undertaking a sober reflection on his own life. How American! He has systematically proceeded to pay all his debts. Like Matthew the Tax Collector (1), he has repaid all that he had owed. The reason for Pavea's abduction and enslavement was now cancelled. Her father has, knowingly or unknowingly, redeemed her. Anatoly Sergeyevitch has agreed that Pavea should be restored to the bosom of her family.

Neena is, however especially pleased that he has agreed to let Pavea complete her training. It would have been such a shame to discontinue early, just when Pavea was beginning to break. The rude, abrasive, wearisome creature was at last beginning to learn some manners. Her training was starting to improve her. Yet, there was a final opportunity for some education. Before she was transferred. Some thing for her to carry away with her. A souvenir of her experiences at the Dacha...

She has been brought to the punishment room and strapped over the spanking horse. Neena seductively runs her hand over the victim's buttocks.

"Gaspazha Neena?"

Now that is progress. Not 'You. Bitch', not even 'You Goddam Bitch, don't you know who I am?' or even 'Get you Commie Hands off of me, you Fucking Bitch' but instead the perfectly polite and appropriate response. Scrubbing floors was obviously good for her, that and the demeaning body modifications she had endured. Her septum ring and the stud through her lower lip, right in the centre of her face.

"Izvenetie, pa'zhalsta, Gaspazha Neena": excuse me please, Mistress Neena. Why, the girl has even said it in Russian!

"Da, rabinya?"

"Have I done wrong?"

"Nyet." (and she has not challenged her status. She has accepted the title 'slave')

"Oh, then why..."

"Does there need to be a reason?"

"Nyet, Gaspazha." (and merely a sigh of resignation)

"So you are learning?"

"Da, spaseeba, Gaspazha."

Pavea was being so compliant they Neena begins to suspect this is the prelude to the American trying to negotiate some sort of deal to avoid punishment. Time to disappoint her.

"Punishment is always good for slaves, Pavea. I could not remember when I last strapped you. And, as Vyera is busy elsewhere..." (a fleeting image crosses Neena's mind: Vyera bucking and writhing on the black guy's prick. He comes. He pumps Vyera full of sperm. She is fertile. He is fertile. Nice!)...

"So I thought we should spend some quality time together."

"Oh, spaseeba..."

"Pazhalsta!"

"Now, Pavea: I have news for you. You have been purchased! (there is a short gasping intake of breath from Pavea) You are going to a new home (actually her old home, but the true state of affairs had to be kept from her) but it's a bit soon. In my opinion you need more time with us to complete your training. At one point it seemed that we had very little more time left. For example, you have not been tattooed with your slave name and number, but we will get that done before you go. I thought at the top of your right thigh, just where everyone will see, if you should get to wear a bikini or a thong in public. Also, perhaps across your breast, or on the back of your neck? It will be in Russian, of course, but you will be surprised to find how many people, will be able to read it correctly and will understand your true status. (Neena immediately realises that she has allowed herself to say too much. She had implied that Pavea might not stay in Russia. Better be more careful!) Anyway: I spoke to your present Owner who agreed that you will stay until we Trainers are fully satisfied with you. We intend to move you to another facility but as a souvenir of our time together, I am going to strap you! Hard. This is called "The Texas Prison Strap". You come from Texas, don't you? Apparently, the prison authorities in Texas use it to discipline their prisoners. (2)

"Da, Gaspazha"

"You know? Well, let's have a look at it together."

Neena carefully demonstrates the strap to Pavea.

"Look how long and thick it is - and wide too. You are really going to burn, with this. Imagine you were in prison, and I was some beautiful black officer. There you are before me, restrained and helpless and I get the job of correcting your behaviour and your loud mouth talk! Wonderful!"

Neena gets up to take her stance. She was going to enjoy strapping Pavea's buttocks. The strap was a very attractive pale tan colour and had such a pleasantly sweet sexy leathery smell. And heavy, too. Hmmm. Neena has to swallow. Her mouth had been watering, in anticipation. Thinking of the job in hand. Thinking about Vyera being fucked. Thinking about Pavea having to complete her training as a slave before they would let her go. Completely trained. Completely subservient. Completely disciplined. How long would that be? It could be months and months. Perhaps a couple of years. Ah, life was good!

Neena takes her stance. On impulse, she slips off her Birkenstocks and lets her bare feet grip the floor. She grasps the handle of the strap firmly, takes her arm back and brings it smartly forward, turning her body to follow through, like a fore hand shot in tennis. The strap licks across Pavea's buttocks. It makes a very satisfying 'Hiss, Crack!' Pavea lets out a sharp gasp. For an instant, the strap has leaves a pale imprint of its impact, which after a second or two more, turns a satisfying deep pink.

"One", says Pavea

"Nyet", replies Neena. "Adeen!"

"Oh, izveneetie. Adeen."

"Pavea: you know you should always try to speak the language of your new owners by now. What must we do?"

Another sigh of resignation comes from Pavea: "Start over."

"Da! Start over"

Neena changes her position. She feels sure that the aesthetic result of Pavea's strapping will be so much better if she delivers the strap alternately from left, then right. The strap has already left a broad pink band. But then, that is a characteristic of the implement, when carefully handled. The Domme could concentrate the area of attack. The width of the strap left no doubt about where the impacts were landing. The sub was also left in no doubt about what was happening to them. No doubt at all!

"Let's begin properly", she says, brightly. "Remember! You are being punished in prison by a tough young beautiful black officer for all your foul mouthed comments over the past months. I think you deserve this ass-whipping very much, don't you?"

Pavea continues in submissive mode:

"Da, Gaspazha. Spaseeba"

Hisss, Crack!

"Adeen, Spaseeba, Gaspazha."

Neena smiles and her mouth waters again. 'This creature really does seem to have accepted her place. Perhaps we really have done her a favour, after all', muses Neena as she changes sides to deliver the second official stroke of ... how many? ... twenty? ... perhaps just as many as needed to leave Pavea very red, very tender and very tearful?

OUT OF AFRICA

Amos Aruna has enjoyed a very good evening. The hospitality was impeccable, the food was first class and his friends, Anatoly and Sveta Kustensky had been delightful. Of course, that was the sign of a true friendship: they could all take up just where they had left off and the passing of years was as nothing. He is looking forward to the rest of the weekend - but not as much as he is looking forward to going home to Africa.

Amos is an entrepreneur but in the nineteen eighties, he had won a scholarship to MSU to further his academic and sporting education.

In years gone by, this was one of the ways in which the Soviet Union had made friends inside a predominantly 'western' sphere of influence. The western powers had significant anxieties but they also found it difficult to object. After all, they did exactly the same thing, but the Soviet advantage was that had never been a colonial power – at least not in Africa and so could present a fresh face and an unstained hand on the continent. A hand that was interested in freedom for oppressed peoples and liberation of subject nations – in Africa.

Amos had been someone who appeared on Soviet Radar three times: as an athlete, as an academic; and as someone who would, one day, be a man of influence.

He had first met Anatoly and Sveta when he was a student, although if would be more correct to say that Anatoly and Sveta's employers made sure that Anatoly and Sveta met him!

This was a very unpromising start to the relationship. One party very far from home and the others, under orders to be friendly and welcoming, to send Amos Aruna back home with some very pleasant memories of Russia and the Russians, in spite of any other personal feelings they might have.

However, on this occasion, Anatoly, Amos and Sveta all got on with each other extremely well and genuine bonds of friendship formed, and grew and endured.

They had many shared interests and in due course, Amos was able to give some of his countrymen and countrywomen - almost always country women – the opportunity to work in Anatoly's organization. Some of them returned to Africa to use the commercial and technical skills they had learned and quite a few remained in Russia, busily practicing some very special skills there! Their new lives were in a very significant sense, an improvement on their old circumstances which, of course, was essential to the business arrangement Anatoly and Amos had agreed.

The clock edges passed eleven pm and Amos, thanking Anatoly and Sveta for their generosity, says it is time he was in bed. He climbs the grand stairs to his room and wonders how a nation known in years gone by, for sober minded egalitarianism could, in some twenty years have transformed into a nation where the rich could be quite so spectacularly rich?

As he opens his door, a hidden sensor obediently turns on the room lights and thoughtfully adjusts the intensity to a relaxing and soothing level, all the better to help him enjoy the vision of a naked Vyera on her back, arms apart, her wrists in soft leather cuffs and fixed by short straps and snaps (so as not to mark the furniture) and fixed to the bed.

Amos just for a moment is taken completely by surprise, before he dissolves into laughter. He just cannot believe his eyes! Is he dreaming? But the 'Vision' speaks to him, "Good evening, Gaspadeen. I have been left to entertain you over night. I hope I am acceptable to you?"