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		Vanishing Point Part 20 (Ben)
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 "Arffle 'ef ur affay pur?"

 "I'm sorry?" I said genuinely puzzled. I was in a business where you
get to listen to muffled gobbledy-gook all the time, I pride myself at
being good at understanding it but even I have limits.

 The girl tried again. "Arffle 'ef ur tuffay sur?"

That was a little clearer, enough to work out what she was saying from
the context.

 "Err ok," I said, hoping that she could hear me better than I was
hearing her. I looked up from the cracking speaker towards the large
menu sign. "I'll take two of the colonel s burger meals, plus size
them and make the drinks diet cokes."

 "Ummmpphh?" that muffled sound came from behind me. I turned and
looked over my shoulder at the back seat where a bundle covered with a
patchwork comforter wiggled weakly. 

 "Hungry?" I asked.

 The head end of the comforter moved a little. I took that to be a
nod. I turned back to the speaker.

 "Make that 3 meals," I said pulling some money from my wallet.

 "affle tee fuller aff niffy lence."

 I shrugged. "If you say so," I said, moving the rented Explorer
towards the windows.  There was a car ahead of me and I had to pause a
moment which gave me the time to check on my passenger.

 Louise had made the comforter during an arts and crafts phase the
previous winter. It looked homey and harmless like most of our
equipment but it had been designed from the outset to cover a tied
captive and hide her predicament from the eyes of casual observers.
Small lead fishing weights had been sown into the beading at the edges
making the cover surprisingly heavy and hard to throw off. As added
insurance the underside had a number of Velcro straps sewn to the
backing which were wrapped around the victim's limbs and then
fastened.

 Satisfied that Beth was suitably hidden I tinkered with the control
of
the CD player, turning up the volume of the rear speakers enough to
cover any muffled moaning. Then as I crept towards the window I
deliberately "stalled" the SUV.

The car in front pulled out and I made a big play of trying to restart
the engine. Behind me an impatient soccer mom in a red Cherokee blared
her horn. Looking towards the service window I was rewarded with a
glimpse of a slack-jawed, pimple faced kid holding a big bag of food
and a tray of drinks. Another blare from little Miss Impatient behind
me and I was ready. I moved the Explorer forward to the window,
revving the engine as if I was trying to keep it from dying again. I
wound down the window, offered my money and then subtly indicated the
truck behind.

 "Some people," I said, rolling my eyes. As expected Pimple Face
looked in the soccer mom's direction as he handed me the food. I did
hear a little sound from Beth, and I could feel her weak struggles
through the suspension, but between the music, engine noise and other
distractions Pimple Face didn't even notice. I took the drinks and the
change and moved off into the traffic.

 Thelma caught up with us at the next intersection, revving the engine
of the little dirt bike as she waited beside us at the lights. As
ordered she pretended not to know us, speeding away the moment the
lights changed before settling down a safe distance ahead of the Ford.
With my personal harbinger in position I allowed myself a moment to
relax.

 The encounter with the cops that morning had seriously eaten into our
time leaving us with no alternative than a fast and brutal solution to
our problem. I glanced behind at the patchwork comforter. Bringing
Beth along was a risk I could have avoided had we been blessed with a
little more time, but now I had no choice. Like it or not she would
have to take her chances with the rest of us.

 Up ahead, Thelma pulled off the road and onto a dirt track. A moment
later I passed that junction and continued on another mile to where a
second track joined the state road. Turning off the highway I headed
down the track to a small corpse of trees where Thelma was waiting
patiently.

 Thelma is a natural clothes horse, you can dress her in just about
anything and she will look an absolute knockout. However, my little
redheaded slave really shines in fetishwear. I think she knows that
the kink look works for her and that boosts her confidence. In any
case she looked especially stunning today dressed in the red and black
motorcycle suit we had bought her for Christmas. She was standing by
the side of the bike, helmet under one arm her red locks pulled back
into a braided ponytail that reached down between her shoulders. The
suit was very expensive but it had been worth every cent.  Hand made
to her exact sizes and fitting her lithe figure like a full body
glove. It was practical too with a number of vents and expandable
joints that
Allowed her as much movement as possible without compromising her
safety. I remembered how thrilled she had been that Christmas, how she
had worn the suit the whole day much to the amusement of Louise.

 As we approached Thelma smiled and waved, trying to appear relaxed
and calm even though we both knew that this was going to be the most
difficult day of her young life.

 I wound down the window and was greeted with an enthusiastic kiss on
the cheek.

 "Oh Master! This little slave missed you so!"

 I smiled too. "I missed you too slave," I said stroking her cheek.
"Time to eat. Join Beth in the back."

 Thelma nodded, her braids slapping on the leather of her shoulders.
Without another word she opened the rear door and slid inside.

I readied the food as Thelma loosened the Velcro straps that held the
comforter in place. Underneath Beth was hog-tied, a number of straps
wrapped around her body and fastened off to the rear seatbelt
mountings kept her firmly in the middle of the rear seat. Beth
struggled a little as Thelma methodically freed her from the seat but
there was no fight in Beth, unlike Elizabeth she could accept the fact
that she was completely helpless.

 Thelma pulled Beth into a sitting position and waited dutifully for
me to finish. We'd dressed Beth in a little trailer trash sexy outfit,
Thelma's little leather cheerleaders skirt, a tight red spandex tank
top with the word "bitch" on the front and a pair of black laced front
gogo boots. The combo had made her look about ten years younger so we
had run with it a little. A  short blonde wig cut in a page boy style
hid her own hair and the inclusion of a pair of elbow length PVC
gloves had the dual function of protecting her wrists from the bonds
and eliminating any risk of fingerprints. Finally I had packed her
mouth with a rubber ball and sealed her lips closed with clear parcel
tape. In wasn't the best gag in the world but at least it wasn't that
noticeable through the tinted "privacy glass" of the Ford. In the
unlikely event that she threw off the comforter I doubted any of
passing driver would realise she was in trouble.

 As Thelma pulled her into a sitting position Beth shook her head and
flashed me "that look" one that told me I was in trouble. I decided to
head her off right now.

 "You have a choice here Beth," I said as I distributed the loose
fries from the bottom of the bag, "you can speak or you can eat. Say
one word and you stay a hungry little slave."

 She glared, but like I said she was a realist. She looked down,
thought a moment and gave a small nod. I winked at Thelma and she
peeled away the tape from Bethie's lips.

 The meal continued in silence, Beth was keeping her word and Thelma
and I were lost in thoughts of our own. It didn't take long before we
were finished. Thelma recovered the damp rubber ball from the seat
then reached down and took the toybag from the foot well. Beth looked
up. "Please don't gag me again," her voice was matter-of-fact.  Really
no need.  I've proved I can be good, I promise I won't be any
trouble."  She looked me steadily in the eyes, "I don't give promises
lightly and I don't break them once given." 

 "You know how to ask me for things, Bethie," I said.

 There was a moment of silence and the look of disgust on Beth's face
was priceless. Elizabeth would have died rather than lower herself to
begging but Beth was a tougher cookie.

 She swallowed and I was amazed at the relative lack of sarcasm in her
voice as she said, "Please Master, this pet will be a good little slut
and behave herself if you excuse her the gag."

  
 "That was better." I said, nodding. In truth I was stretching the
limits of safety just having her in the car, leaving her ungagged was
a stupid risk. However, Beth was a mystery that I was still interested
in solving and I wouldn't find out any more without talking to her. I
signaled Thelma to untie Bethie's ankles. It was time to find some
answers.

 ..................................................

 Beth didn't speak at first. In fact she spent the first twenty
minutes
 fidgeting and trying to get comfortable. I had bound her wrists
behind her with some shiny black electrical tape that almost matched
her PVC gloves, it was a firm bond that was hard to see through the
tinted glass. Real rope bound her upper thighs and was hidden by the
skirt. Another band of electrical tape fastened the heels of her boots
together enough to prevent mischief and some thin black cord linked
her ankles to the under-frame of the seat to prevent kicking. 

 As expected she had tested the new bonds the moment she thought I
wasn't looking but, finding them firm, hadn't wasted time by testing
them further. 

 I was just getting used to the uneasy silence when she spoke.

 "Trouble in paradise?" she asked as she raised an eyebrow and nodded
in Thelma's direction.

 I looked ahead to where my leather clad harbinger led the way on her
 motorcycle. "What makes you say that?" I asked.

 Beth gave a small, casual shrug. "Thelma is usually more chatty," she
said in a deliberate but casual voice, as if her own questions didn't
really interest her. I glanced over and she made a big thing of
looking out the window, watching the passing telephone poles. One
thing was clear, Beth desperately wanted to know what was going on.

 "Do you like Thelma?" I asked, sounding puzzled.

 Beth shrugged again. "The little lesbian bitch raped me, you know?
Tied me down, gagged me and raped me with a strap on." There was no
anger in her comment in fact it sounded kind of pouty as if the
indignity of it worried her more than the act itself.

 It was time to shock her a little. "Yes I know," I said, "I gave you
to her to use however she pleased. I suggested that she fucked you
hard, really hard and that she made sure that you came hard and
nasty."

 I glanced over and saw that Beth was flushing a pretty shade of pink.
I figured the disinterested act was history.

 I was right.

 "You assho..," she caught herself before continuing. "You told her to
do that to me?" she stammered. I think Beth had assumed that the
little scene had been Thelma's idea.

 "To fuck you?" I asked as if I didn't understand her question. "Oh
yes. I told her I wanted you to squeal and moan and to orgasm Beth, to
come hard while you were the helpless plaything of another woman."

 That must have really freaked her because her face turned an even
brighter red. I watched while she fought for control.

  "W..why?"  I couldn t tell what emotion was behind that one word. 
Disgust? Anger?  Arousal?

 "Because I knew you'd like it," I said, flashing her an evil grin,
"and because I wanted you to understand the rules by which we play
this game. They're my rules Beth, always my rules."

 That shut her up for a while. Up ahead Thelma had pulled over for a
moment to give me chance to catch up. As we drew closer I saw her nod
her helmeted head in acknowledgement and pull off at speed.

 "What are you going to do to me?" Beth asked. Her voice was low, calm
and fairly collected but there was no disguising the tension now. 

 I shrugged. "I'm going to take you back to my place," I said, "there
you will be trained as a Desirable, a woman who is the prefect
playmate for a busy man, a sex slave with breeding." I paused and
looked over. 

 Beth was looking down towards her bound ankles as if thinking. 

 I continued. "When I feel you are ready you will be auctioned off in
a
Closed Internet auction, you will then stay for an extra couple of
weeks to finalize your training to your new Master's exact wishes and
then you will be delivered to him."

 There was another pause.

 I glanced her way and saw her mouth set in a hard line, tension
evident in line of her shoulders.  Her eyes were fixed on the dash in
front of her.

 "It really isn't that bad," I said trying to sound sympathetic.
"After
 training you will be happy to go, even thrilled at the prospect. The
men we sell to are very wealthy, life as their companion's can include
a lot of adventure and travel."

 She shook her head. "Please don t bullshit a bullshitter." Beth said.
Her voice was flat and weary as if she was tired of it all. 

 "No no," I said puzzled, "what makes you...."

 "Oh please!" she said, giving me a venomous look, "all this
"Desirables" rubbish may work on simple girls like Thelma, hell even
Elizabeth was starting to buy into it, but I'm no little country
cracker you can hoodwink. The truth is that you're some sick bastard
out on some power kick. Grab em, rape em, play your sick little mind
games and then dispose of the evidence. Isn't that how it works?" She
took a deep breath, her face turned to me accusingly. "Shit. I like a
good role playing game as much as the next kinky cunt out there.  But
I'm no idiot. You and Red up there go out and get your kicks all the
time.  I can tell you're well prepared and this isn't the first time
you've done this.  How many throats have you slit, all the while
whispering about Desirables and all that bull?" She paused and shook
her head. "Role playing wore a little thin did it?" she asked, giving
me a sad but inquisitive look, "so the two of you decided to play for
keeps and took your little freak show on the road."  

I think she was hoping I would make an attempt to deny her accusations
or at least tell her to shut up. Instead I watched and waited for her
to continue.

 "So, what's next?" she asked, "throw in some torture?  Let's see,
confinement in small dark places has been used. Rape? Whipping? No,
been there, done that. Oh, how about electric shocks to the tender
bits?"

 I smiled in spite of myself. "I told you," I said, "first I train
that
Pretty little ass and then I sell it to the highest bidder..."

  "To who?" she interrupted, "who is going to buy a kidnapped woman?
Who in their right mind would pay good money to involve themselves in
a Federal crime? The rich aren't stupid Ben, why would anyone risk my
life and liberty when they can legitimately buy all the pussy they
could ever fuck?" 

 I shrugged. "You seem to have it all worked out. Why don t you tell
me, Beth?"


She sighed. "No one! That's my whole point. My company.... Elizabeth's
company... used to hire Escorts, you know, high class call girls, to
smooth some of the more demanding clients. The best girls made $2000 a
night, Elizabeth didn't like doing business that way but even she had
to admit that those girls were very discrete and presentable. I'm not
chopped liver, I figured I could get maybe a thousand a night based on
those rates. Your rich client could hire me for two whole years for
the
cost of one of your desirables. That's two years of any kinky rubbish
he wanted with no questions and no trouble with the police afterwards.
Why would he even think about buying a slave?"

"Are you finished?" I asked.

She nodded and settled back against her bound arms. She seemed pleased
with her own logic, even though the obvious conclusion was that she
was a dead woman. I let her think on that for a while while I tried to
work out what to tell her.

It's not easy to explain the attractions of slave ownership to someone
who hasn't experienced it. I suppose many men have fantasies of the
nubile young nymph waiting patiently in bed, the ultimate sex toy for
his pleasure, and that does form a large part of the attraction.
However if a "yes Master, no Master" sexual servant was the only thing
a man bought then the attraction would soon fade. The Captains of
Industry understand the loneliness of command. They got to their
position's of wealth and power by working insane hours and travelling
widely and that makes a family life almost impossible. 

There are strategies for dealing with the problem. Many successful men
marry successful women that are as busy and distracted as they are.
For these "wolf pairs" sex and intimacy becomes like a meeting,
something to be booked into day planners and scheduled between trips.
Other men go the route of the trophy wife, a beautiful thing you can
take places on your arm like some fashion accessory. The technique
works but the underlying problems are there. Trophy wives and
mistresses are time intensive, and when a busy man isn't available to
meet the wife's needs it's only a mater of time before the pool boy or
the local tennis pro starts to look very attractive.

A Desirable is something else. More than a mistress, more than a
trophy wife. She's someone dedicated, there when he needs her to be,
invisible otherwise, there for sex it's true, but also for a thousand
other things. The one person in your life completely dedicated to
making you happy.


I glanced over at the defiant Beth and knew immediately that she
wouldn't get it. For all her banter Beth had spent most of her life as
a spectator to Elizabeth's life, observing things in Elizabeth's
terms. She was still young, still caught up with her own success and
prestige. An older Beth, perhaps divorced from Keith and faced with
the choice of going home to an empty house or a singles bar, might
possibly have understood, but Beth hadn't really had time to see how
superficial Elizabeth's life had become.

I scratched my nose and thought. 

Finally I said. "Elizabeth has a nice car, custom paint and interior,
special detailing, sports package, must have cost her a pretty penny?"

"Hundred and thirty thousand," Beth murmured, "delivered."

"I would hope so," I said, "for a hundred and thirty big ones. What
made her choose that model?"

  
She was staring out the window, seemingly disinterested but all these
apparently  irrelevant questions did make her frown a little. "It's a
good car," she said.  She gave a small shrug.

 "Worth the money?" 

 "Yes? I suppose so." she was starting to get puzzled, struggling to
still seem bored by the entire line of questioning.

 "So what made her choose it?" I asked, "and give me the real reason
this time."

 "It's a good car....." she started.

 "....the real reason?" I let my tone sharpen. Beth looked down.

 There was a pause.

 "One of the men at work got the model below it.  She had to go one
better," she said with a sigh.

"So it was a statement," I said, "a way for Elizabeth to show off her
success?"

 "I suppose so." Beth murmured.

 "Suppose?"

She licked her lips. "Ok, so it was a statement. Happy now?"  She
huffed and leaned her head back against the seat.

 I smiled. "Does she rent it?" I asked.

 Beth snorted. "No.... you couldn't rent a car like that."

 "But if you could, wouldn't it make more sense? I mean no garage
bills, no big insurance worries..."
  

 "What's your point?" she said.

 I smiled. "Some items have a prestige value," I said, "and people are
Willing to pay well to possess them. Take Elizabeth's car for example.
A $20000 Ford could have gotten her from A to B quite well but that
Merc makes a statement, it shows that she is rich enough and serious
enough to get what she wants." I paused. "The kind of man that would
buy a Desirable wants something special, something that reflects his
power and wealth. To those people the fact that the err *item* is
stolen doesn't make much difference. Who do you think buys stolen art
works? If anything the forbidden adds to the thrill, the spice, of
their acquisition."

 She pondered that a moment. I could tell she wasn't completely
convinced. After all it's hard for someone that lives in a rational
universe to understand when the rules of that universe suddenly
change.

  
"Whatever," she said giving that little shrug again, "Where are we
going?" 
  
 "Unfinished business," I said, keeping my eyes on the road and
Thelma's distant figure.

"Business?" I could hear the fear in her voice again.

"Nothing you need to worry about," I said smiling reassuringly. 

 I had intended to try and reduce the stress of the situation. Instead
I felt her tense in the seat by my side. In Beth's mind this entire
side trip out into the countryside could only have one outcome, and
that ended with a shallow grave. Of course I had no intention of
hurting Beth, but the situation we were getting into was hardly any
better. What can you say in that situation? "I'm not going to kill you
but we probably will be killing someone else today?" Given her current
state of mind that wasn't likely to play well with Beth. I decided to
try being diplomatic. 

"This isn't a regular trip for us," I said at last, "If it had been we
would be taking your sweet ass home for training right now. When I met
you that night in the Vanishing Point I was on my way down here.
Thelma has a few issues she wants to deal with, family problems you
could say, and we came down here to sort them out."

There was another pause and she gave me another of her looks.

I sighed. "Beth I have absolutely no intention of killing you ok? In
fact had it not been for our little police adventure this morning you
wouldn't even be here." I paused and tried to explain without saying
too much. "Look, I couldn't risk bring the camper down here after this
morning, not with it so fresh in Talbot and Oakley's minds. If things
go wrong and someone saw it in the area even those two could figure
out that we were involved. Normally I could have left you tied up in
the Box but after last time I didn't want to risk it." I sighed. "You
are here because of a number of accidents and not because I intend to
harm you. You have my word that once this is over I will take you back
for training, then you will understand what being a Desirable is all
about."

I had expected questions about why we were here, or what we were up
to. Instead she seemed to relax a little, which I took to mean that
she believed me. 

Finally she flashed me an indignant look.  "You intend to train me?"
she said, "train me to do what? *I* do not need training.  I am
perfectly excellent at fucking." She gave me a smug look and a little
nod. I'm sure she would have folded her arms if they hadn't been tied
behind her.


"To fulfill your new Master's deepest darkest desires," I said
smiling.

"I won't submit," she said, shaking her blonde head, I don't care what
you do.  I know what to do in bed or on a couch or a floor, or bent
over a damn table.  And I do what I want to do, when I want to do it.
And I m a helluva lot more fun when I m willing."

I just smiled. By the time I sold her little Bethie would be very
willing.

 She looked at me, her eyes wide. "I.... I mean it," she said.  

"Of course you do," I said, "they all do, but in the end it makes no
 difference." 


.........................................




We pulled off the farm road a few miles east of a town called Dalton.
The dirt track we took was like many in the district, loose gravel
packed into the mud by the passing of the cars and trucks. Perhaps it
was my imagination but it seemed to me that this particular road was
better traveled than most. Knowing where we were going I couldn't help
but shiver. The fun and games with Talbot and Oakley had cost us
dearly, and it was almost six by the time the isolated farm came into
view. I didn't like that, in an hour the farm's first visitor could be
expected to arrive and while I doubted anyone would interfere with our
plans it would ruin our chances of getting away unseen.

  
Thelma was parked up ahead by the side of a large barn. The side doors
were open and ready. Glancing inside I could see no straw or other
signs of agricultural activity. Instead there was a pattern of
irregular oil stains showing that the building was being used as an
impromptu garage. I turned to look at Beth.

It was hard to decide what to do with her. Probably the safest thing
would be to tie her somewhere in the barn and pick her up on our way
out. Unfortunately that limited our exit strategies a little too much
for my liking. Any visitors were likely to stop by the barn first to
park up and leaving Bethie helpless for them to find was not a good
idea. Besides it was bad for business, I never give away freebees.

 "You recall that you promised me that you'd be good?" I asked. "Now
would be the time to prove that you keep your word."

She reddened a little and I expected some indignant comment, but
instead she just looked down and nodded.

It was good enough.

While I was talking Thelma tapped lightly on my window. I gave her a
worried smile and opened the door, heading around to the back of the
truck. Opening the tailgate I unzipped a small overnight bag and
started to distribute the contents.

Thelma went first. From the bag I pulled out a black leather gun belt
with a black 9mm S&W SW99 automatic and a small collection of extra
clips. While I checked the gun Thelma replaced her motorcycle
gauntlets with a pair of black leather wrist gloves. I handed her the
belt and she buckled it in place without comment, tying the lanyard
that held the holster around her leather covered thigh. Next I whisked
out two combat knives which she slipped into holders in her boots.

  I took a S&W 952, just for a little extra range, and just in case we
ended up needing crowd control I started to load the Ithaca as well.
Glancing over I saw a wide-eyed Beth watching us in the rear view
mirror. Just a few days ago her life had been a Jackie Collin's
potboiler about the trials and betrayals of a successful career woman.
Then she had stepped into the Vanishing Point and entered a Jon Mostow
psycho road movie. The look on her face told her that she had just
found the pages rewritten by Quentin Tarantino.

"Ready?" I asked Thelma.

She nodded. I expected little resistance, the guns were there mainly
for intimidation value, still no plan survives the first encounter
with the enemy and it was important that we were both ready.

I stroked Thelma's cheek and gently raised her chin until I was
looking in her big green eyes. "If you don't want to do this, if you
don't want to risk it, we can turn around and leave right now?"

She blinked. "I will be ok Master," she said with a weak smile, "it's
just......"

I kissed her forehead. "I know," I said.

She gave a deep sigh and looked up with loving eyes. "I am ready My
Master."

Reaching into the bag I took out a pair of headsets and some small 2
way radios. I handed Thelma hers and we did a quick radio test. Two
pairs of shooting glasses and we were ready to rock. 

Thelma slipped on her helmet and headed back to the bike. She was
going to approach the farm along the main driveway as if she had just
come in from the road. We knew that dirt bikers often rode around the
area and we hoped she wouldn't attract too much attention. However, he
SUV would certainly ring some alarm bells if anyone saw it coming.
Arial recon had shown a track that led around back to the main farm
buildings. It looked as if a thin line of trees and bushes shielded
this track from the house. That would be where I'd hide the SUV.

As I climbed back into the Explorer Beth gave the shotgun a nervous
look. I favored her with a half smile as I started the engine. "Vermin
problem," I said, trying to keep my voice light. I followed Thelma as
she headed the short distance further down the lane towards the
dilapidated buildings. From here it looked no different from any
number of unkept and rundown farms you can find all across the South.
The farming crisis hit a lot of small homesteaders leaving banks
owning small holdings they couldn't hope to sell.  This place appeared
no different from many others that had been left to rot until land
prices rose again. 

But appearances can be deceptive. 

I pulled off the driveway and down a small bumpy track to a cul-de-sac
that had once contained another small building. As predicted I was
separated from the house by a thin stand of trees but still had a good
view of the main drive as it led towards the beaten up front porch.
Picking up my binoculars I slipped out and made my way though the
trees  and towards the side of the house. At a nice safe distance I
stopped and keyed the transmitter.

"Now Thelma!" 

Off in the distance I heard the revving of the dirt bike's engine even
as Thelma's acknowledgement crackled in my ear. Settling back I
scanned the building for signs of life. I paid special attention to
the windows, looking for any movement that would suggest that Thelma
had been seen. For the moment there was nothing, though I was sure
that her presence had been noticed. For now the occupants of the
farmhouse where happy to leave the place looking empty and deserted,
probably hoping that the rider of the dirt bike would pass them by. 

As arranged Thelma screamed past the side of the house I was facing. I
had expected to see some movement then but the house seemed
unoccupied. I keyed the mike. 

"Back door. Go!"

Thelma started in though the back door. It was locked but that only
delayed her for a moment. I heard the crunch as she smashed the door
open and headed in. I selected a side window for my entry point. I
heard Thelma over the RT as she started checking the downstairs rooms.
She took it methodically, one at a time, working her way towards the
front. I scanned the windows again but saw no movement and no
suggestion that there was anybody there at all. I frowned. This was
not what I'd expected. Ok so I hadn't expected much opposition. Still
I had expected something.

I'd stayed outside to provide boundary cover while Thelma started her
insertion. I didn't like it, I would have preferred to have gone in
with her, but with only the two of us the person with the best local
knowledge had to take point. Now she was in it was time to open the
second front.

I picked my window, even started my run when a desperate shout came
though the trees.

"Ben!" 

 Shit!

"Not now Beth," I murmured as I turned back towards the truck.
Hurriedly I told Thelma to take a defensive position and wait. Then,
angry, I headed back to the Explorer.

Beth was waiting with her head down. When I arrived, all flushed and
angry she gave me a small, worried, submissive look. 

"Master Ben?" 

I frowned. That was Slave Liz talking, I could tell from the tone of
her voice.
 
Liz looked up her face flushed with that strange mixture of arousal
and embarrassment that all new slaves have.

"Pardon us Master please, but there is a car approaching, Mistress
Beth noticed it in the mirror." 

 Frowning deeper I glanced at the passenger side mirror but could see
nothing.

 "When?" I demanded 


  Liz looked up again, her big brown eyes worried. "A moment ago
Master," she said, "the car seemed to go off to the left?  Mistress
Beth sent me out.  Said she didn't think you'd want her help with
this," there was a slight pause, "but that you know how to find her if
you want her."

Beth was a smart one. Had she been the one giving the bad news she
knew I'd have asked questions and wasted time. Liz I would believe. I
took my knife and cut her free.

Big risk you might think, untying a slave girl at a time like this? In
truth though I had little choice. My plan had assumed that the bad
guys would be inside or in the grounds. Thelma's smash and grab
entrance had been done in the hope of drawing anyone outside the house
into the open where I could deal with them. Unfortunately it seems the
house probably had been empty when the attack started. The passenger
side mirror showed a thin slice of the side track that led to the
deserted barn. Most probably the occupants would park up and walk to
the house along the driveway. In the process they would pass close by
the cul-de-sac where I hid the truck. Not close enough to see it
unless they were looking. But that would be a bad time for Elizabeth
to make a noise. Like it or not I had to take Liz with me. 

I cuffed her hands behind. And took a ball gag from the toy bag.

"Open," I ordered.

Liz opened wide, shivering with anticipation as I slid the ball home
and fastened it. Taking her arm I pulled her deeper into the trees
where I could see the path.

A man was ambling down the path towards the front porch. He was well
dressed in his late thirties with thinning black, peppered gray hair.
He was carrying two large paper grocery sacks one under each arm and
had his keys in his right hand.

"Thelma," I said into the mike, "status?"

"No problem here Master."

I nodded and looked down at Liz who was looking up with those big
brown eyes.

"Thelma," I said, "if it is safe to do so get to a front window and ID
the suspect approaching on the drive."

There was a pause.

"It's.....HIM," she hissed.

I did a quick calculation. We hadn't checked out the house yet so
there was still a possibility of others inside. However, while he
appeared to be alone there was no telling if he had friends outside in
the trees. I was weighing our options and trying to determine if it
was best to take him outside or get the drop on him as he entered when
Thelma made that decision for me.

I looked up to see her standing on the wooden porch, her hand resting
lightly on top of her holstered gun. She had taken off the helmet and
now stood looking at the man, her legs parted gunslinger fashion. I
glanced down at Liz to find her staring at Thelma in awe. Liz's
life-in-movies now seemed to have picked up a scene from "the Quick
and the Dead."

As if he was thinking the same thing the man blinked. "You .. y..
you're dead..."

Thelma smiled a thin, cold smile that even made me shiver. I didn't
know if the man was armed or not, it didn't seem to matter as she had
him cold. Thelma walked down from the porch.

I looked down. "Liz, I need Mistress Beth now," I whispered kindly.
This was something that Beth needed to see. 

As I held her body close I felt the tension returning, a glance down
at her eyes showed a worried but playful glint that could only be
Beth. I shushed her and removed the gag.

"W.. What's going on?" Beth asked, looking towards the man and then
the approaching Thelma.

I shushed her again them brought my head down until my mouth was next
to her ear.

"This farm is where Thelma grew up," I whispered, "It had belonged to
her mother's family for generations. Her mom was an only child and
when her parents died she was left this place. Thelma's mom married a
local man and they started to work the farm together. A year later
Thelma was born."

"Who's the man?" Beth whispered.

"Shush," I said, "watch."

The man looked nervously at the gun.

"Look, I'm glad you made it ok, I was worried about you baby,
genuinely worried what had happened to my little girl."

"He's her DAD?" Beth whispered she turned and looked up at me. I
signaled her to be quiet.

Thelma seemed to ignore the man's pleas and gave him another cold
look. "You know why I'm here?" she said.

The man licked his dry lips. "I have your money baby," he said,
nodding, "every cent you made." He looked at the gun again. "And the
farm too, your folks and grandfolks place. I can see how you'd want it
back. Sentimental reasons an' all."

"Drop the bags," Thelma said.

"Please don't shoot me," he begged. "I.. I'm unarmed. I'm not
responsible for what happened to your or your momma.. You gotta
understand I had debts.. People, bad people, who would have killed us
all if I hadn't given them..."

Thelma backhanded him, hard.

The man staggered, dropping the bags. Before he could move again she
laid him flat on his face with a roundhouse kick. 

He lay on the floor a moment then tried to roll onto his knees. I
could almost feel the blow when she kicked him hard between his spayed
legs.

Beth looked up. "You're letting her beat up her own father?" 

I kept scanning the woods and the house for signs of other people but
it seemed we were alone. It gave me chance to explain a few things.

"He isn't her father," I said, straightening Beth's wig a little,
"Thelma's dad left home when she was five. For a few years Thelma's
mom, let's call her Maria, ran this place alone, relying on neighbors
and casual laborers to help out."

Thelma had let the man get to his feet. He did try to swing a punch
but she dodged it easily. She delivered 2 body blows into his side and
backed off. I winced again remembering holding the punching bag when
Thelma worked out. My little redhead had a lot of anger and the man
she was pummeling was the focus of most of it. I figured it wouldn't
be long before I would have to intervene just to stop her from killing
him.

I looked at Beth's questioning eyes and continued the story.

"After a few years some of Maria's friends suggested that she should
divorce the absentee husband and look at dating again. They have
socials in this part of the world, dances where farmer's sons and
daughters can meet and mingle, possibly find a mate and get married.
At one of these events Maria met that guy right there." I nodded at
the pummeled guy just as Thelma landed another devastating body blow.

 "His name is Todd Haynes, and his older brother Curtis is the local
sheriff. Curtis is a big bruiser of a man, a bit of a bully from what
I've heard. Todd seemed to be different, kinder and more gentle. After
a while he and Maria started dating. That year he came up to the farm
to stay over while they brought in the harvest. He's been here ever
since."


Todd had picked up a fallen fence post and was using it as a club. For
the moment he was holding his own and managing to keep Thelma at bay
but I could see he was tiring quickly. She was darting around him
looking for weaknesses, the fire in her eyes burning with an intense
hatred.
 
"At first Todd seemed sweet enough," I continued, "and when Maria's
divorce came through they even talked about marriage. He helped with
the farm chores and seemed decent with Thelma. The couple made it
known locally that they were now an item. After a while though Todd's
bully boy side started to show. He'd hit Maria, call her names and do
other abusive things. Afterwards he'd apologize, blame the liquor,
promise it would never happen again." I sighed. "But of course it
always did. Then he started to undermine Maria's confidence, told her
if she threw him out nobody else would take her, that she wasn't good
enough for anyone else. After a time she started to believe him.


Todd was on the floor again. This time Thelma was laying into him with
her steel toe capped motorcycle boots.

"Thelma," I ordered over the radio, "stand back and let him recover.
Hold him there."

At first I thought that she would disobey my direct order and that I'd
have to drag her off of him. For a moment she stood there trembling,
then Thelma gave a small nod and backed away a few places. Her hand
returned to the holster and she ordered him to lie very still. By that
time I doubt he could do anything else.

I looked at Beth. It was time to finish the story.

"The farm wasn't going well," I said looking at the run down building,
"Maria couldn't run it alone, Todd wouldn't help and he didn't want
the neighbors around seeing how he treated his girlfriend. One day he
comes home with a little slutty outfit, throws it to Maria and tells
her to put it on. He drives her to the local truck stop and gets her
to flirt with an out of state trucker. The trucker takes her out to
his cab for a good time and Curtis "busts" them for prostitution. The
price for the trucker to get out from under the charges is pretty much
every dollar he can lay his hands on. The brothers split the money and
go on their way. For the next few days Todd treats Maria like a
princess and she decides that perhaps that wasn't so bad." 

I paused. "Problem with that scam is that after a while word starts to
get around. Truckers either choose other rest stops or avoid any come
ons. One night a guy offers money for a good time with Maria and Todd
tells her to go through with it for real this time. What can she do?
Her self confidence is shot, she's been kept away from all her friends
and now she's alone with a vulnerable daughter. She does the only
thing she can. She bites back her pride, closes her eyes and does as
she's told."

"This continues for months, getting a little worse each time, just in
small increments, enough that she bites back her distaste and goes
along with what he wants. Soon she's stripping at a local roadhouse,
giving $20 blow-jobs between performances and taking men to a local
motel for a personal encore when her turns are over. When she's too
tired to work he ups her on methamphetamine and sends her out anyway.
Soon she has no idea what day it is. But she doesn't look too good
anymore and soon Todd starts looking around for a replacement...."

"Thelma?" Beth asked, her eyes wide.

I nodded. "Maria starts to suspect what he's up to, she tries one last
time to escape and take Thelma with her." I nod in the direction of
the house. "See the second floor room with the bars on the windows?" I
asked.

Beth looked up and nodded.

"He had the bars fitted after he caught them. Would keep them locked
up there when Maria wasn't working. He found an accomplice, an older
guy, a real lowlife to baby-sit Thelma when he and Maria were out.
Maria knew that if she didn't do as she was told he'd make Thelma
suffer."


"Then shortly after Thelma turned eighteen Maria vanished. Todd said
she ducked him one night and begged a trucker to take her out of
state. I think Maria found out what he had planned for Thelma and he
was forced to kill her. In any case Thelma became his new girl." 

I glanced over to where Thelma was standing. Obviously Todd had moved
more than Thelma liked because she kicked him hard in the balls.

I smiled. Payback was a bitch.


"Getting rid of Thelma's mom was a tactical mistake," I said, "without
Maria he had no way to force Thelma's cooperation. He tried all right,
beat her, did things you don't even want to imagine but she just kept
fighting back. She's a tough one our Thelma. Todd was pretty much
forced to keep her a prisoner here and bring the Johns to her. At
first he could only sell her services to real low lifes that didn't
mind that the girl was unwilling. Then he discovered through Curtis
that there was a market for this stuff. Extreme S&M and Torture on the
Internet, live streaming torture "performances", "click to
electrocute" interactive web sites, you name it. It didn't matter if
the girl seemed unwilling. She's a great actress right? She gives a
very authentic performance. It made Todd a lot of money. Then the
email offers started to come in "$1000 to be the one using the whip,"
"$500 to fuck her."  And Todd started to service that need. He'd tape
her arms and legs, tape a gag in her mouth and drive her wherever his
paying guests wanted. Some he would even bring here. As time went on
he became less careful about hygiene and giving her time to recover."

"Eventually Thelma fell sick, high fever, systemic infection and it
seemed obvious to Todd that she was dying. From what Thelma overheard
in her delirium he decided to use her in a final "snuff" video.
Obviously Todd didn't want to do that here just in case the video was
ever traced so he decided to shoot it at an old industrial site three
hundred clicks north in McAlister county."

"For security they went two different routes. Todd took the video gear
in one car and sent Thelma in another car with one of his cronies. On
the road she managed to work her bonds free and escape. That was a few
miles south of a town called Ogden. She lay low for a few days,
raiding dumpsters for food and clothes. She was still very sick but
she had a place to go --a cousin of her mother's in New York. Maria
had made her memorize the name and address before they tried to escape
that time. Thelma had some money too, about eighty bucks in ones and
fives Maria had hidden from her dancing tips. Thelma was on her way to
the bus station in McAlister when we found her hitching. It took us
nearly 2 weeks and 3 different antibiotics to get the infection under
control. A couple of months before we finally got her fit again."

Beth sighed. "So what now?" She asked, "You going to just let her kill
him?"

"So far I haven't decided," I said, being completely honest for once,
"my wife believes that this confrontation will help Thelma deal with
some pretty deep trauma. Personally I'm content to let her do whatever
she wants if it helps her."

I looked at where Todd writhed in pain. "Personally I feel nothing for
him, no anger, no pity, nothing. The only one I give a damn about is
Thelma. Does that answer your questions?"

She was looking at Todd like you might look at an especially ugly
insect. Finally she said, "He hurt her. He should hurt. He should hurt
badly. He should be humiliated and left begging for what little
humanity is left him. He should be made to crawl and beg her
forgiveness before she slices his balls off and shoves them down his
throat...letting him choke on his 'manhood'."
 
I looked at Beth, the anger simmering under the surface scared me a
little. She looked up, meeting my eyes. "I'd do it," she said quietly.
"I'd do it in a heartbeat. No one has the right to do that to a kid.
If someone hurts a kid, they should pay for it."

"We're here for Thelma Beth. Her show, simple as that. Question is,
will you promise not to screw things up or get in the way?"

She looked up. "I'll go you one better, Bennie boy. I'll help, I'll do
whatever you and Thelma want to make sure the bastard suffers. And
when we're finished I'll send Liz back to keep you company for a
while." She smiled. "Just think, all the simpering worship that you
can handle without the teeth rotting out of your head from all the
sweetness. And she can stay back for a while." 

She gave me an earnest look. "I'll be honest with you. I can't promise
I won't make my move later...I just promise it won't be now."

I looked at her long and hard, gauging her sincerity. Something a long
time ago had taken Elizabeth Monroe and shattered her into who knows
how many people. I had no idea what that event was or why she had
chosen to deal with it this way. One thing did seem clear though. One
of those people was still very, very angry.

 "Someone must have hurt you pretty badly, too," I said watching her
reaction closely, "Was it anything like this?"

Beth locked eyes with me. "Doesn't have to be just like that for it to
hurt and scar and make you bleed. Kids are fragile. It's a matter of
trust and the betrayal of trust." Her gaze drifted to the gun in my
hand. "How many more of these fuckers you expecting? And do I get one
of those penile extensions you men are so fond of, too? Bet this'll be
a whole lot more fun than being fucked with a strap on."

I really had to do something about Beth's mouth.

I smiled. "I doubt that Thelma's departure put our friend out of
business. Look at the grocery bags, far too much there for one person
don't you think? While he was operating his little torture factory he
had helpers and hangers on, even paying customers that came around
here. If any of them show up tonight we need to be ready."

I looked at her and nodded towards the SUV. A quick visit to the bag
added a shoulder holster to Beth's ensemble. I took a 9mm auto and
emptied the clip, ejecting the bullet that was already chambered and
stuck the gun in her holster.

"Not fair!" Beth said pouting, "no ammo?"

"They're for intimidation value. I'm intending not to have to fire a
shot," I said, "if there's trouble just point it at someone and sound
convincing."


I uncuffed her and handed her a little leather mask. "Put this on in
case we get company," I said. I put on my own mask and took one for
Thelma. Grabbing the bonds bag I headed back towards the house.

Smiling Beth slipped the mask over her eyes and followed me.



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