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Subject: {ASSM} Part 14 - Blackmailed Into Bondage (No Real Sex)
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Part 14 - Blackmailed Into Bondage (No Real Sex)
This is a work of fiction in 14 parts. It is the second
novel set in the same world as "The Training of Jeannie
and Clair." It is approximately the same length as the
first novel, but was broken into slightly smaller chunks
to avoid problems with my Email service.
Zebulon
No reference to real persons is intended. It contains strong,
non-traditional sexual imagery and language. If you don't
like this kind of thing, don't read it.
Feedback is welcome. Zebulon@fastmail.ca
All Zebulon's work is posted here:
http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/Zebulon/www/
(MF, FF, Bond)
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Part 14 - Blackmailed Into Bondage
by Zebulon
* * * * *
Two years later, Randall Locke showed up at a very
fashionable dinner party being given partly in his honor. His
computer work for the Mart had been tremendously
successful and just as lucrative. He was now the number
two man in their computer operations and regularly received
commissions for special projects.
He was living in modest splendor in a ranch-type estate
near a beautiful lake in Alberta, Canada with Laura and a
couple of new girls. The winters were long and cold, but
never lonely.
He also did special computer projects for himself from
time to time. After leaving Briar Oaks, he never again
became personally involved in picking up or training
recruits. It wasn't necessary and he found the computer
work much more rewarding. But he did select and arrange
for the pick up and training of the two new girls in his
stable, plus a third who hadn't worked out and was
eventually sold for a handsome profit. His computer skills
gave him an inside track on some of the best properties
available and provided him with virtually limitless capital.
All of which had eventually suggested an interesting
possibility.
Kim Ann had been sold at auction and Penny had, of
course, been traded for Victoria. Kim Ann wasn't a
favorite and had brought a fine price. Penny, on the other
hand. . . .
Randall spent the better part of a year tracking major
European financial and slave trading activities. He delved
especially deeply into the background of a certain influential
European Mistress. He found an opportunity, through
various devious channels, to acquire title to a somewhat
obscure but magnificent Italian villa. He also helped a
consortium of owners pull off a semi-legitimate real estate
trade which put them in complete control of a lovely and
exclusive alpine ski resort. They closed it down and turned
it into a private bondage paradise for members of the Mart.
For his considerable help Randall had received, among many
other things, an invitation to the opening. The party was
being thrown by the principal owners and their training
masters. A number of very important personages were in
attendance.
Randall brought Laura as a travel companion. She was
dressed to the nines and having the time of her life. Randall
was dressed in a tux and black tennis shoes. They were in a
huge ballroom overlooking the slopes. It was spring and
the view was inspiring, especially the sunset. As they stood
admiring, a stunning redhead submissive walked up offering
a tray of hors d'oeuvres. Laura reached over for one and
then gave a little shriek of recognition and delight. It was
Penny. Randall turned and smiled at her. Penny looked for
a moment like she would drop the tray. She was dressed in
a very revealing black mini-nothing with fishnet stockings
and 3-inch heels. She was fitted with a studded neck collar
and a black ball gag. She looked healthy and content if not
exactly happy. She held out the tray a second time. Laura
took a little something. Randall didn't. As she turned to
leave, he said, "just a moment."
She turned back. Her expression deadpan.
"I'm in the interesting position of having something very
special to trade that your Mistress would dearly love to
possess. I might consider selling it to her for a very large
sum of money." Penny listened blankly. "However, I might
also consider swapping it for you." Penny's eyes suddenly
went wide. "But before I make such an offer I'd like to
know if you want me to buy you." Slaves almost never had
anything to say in this respect, but Randall was giving her a
choice. "I didn't really want to sell you originally, but your
Mistress had something which I wasn't able to obtain any
other way. Now I'm in a position to get you back but I
won't unless you want to come."
He studied her features and saw the agitated indecision.
"If you say yes, your Mistress might be annoyed at your
lack of loyalty." Penny's nostrils flared and a moment later
her eyes started to water. "Of course, if you say no, your
Mistress might be equally annoyed that you killed the deal,
knowing how much she wanted it." Her eyes dried, and a
look of confused shock came into them. It had been two
years since she had been asked to make a serious decision.
"If you say no, I'll put the property up for auction and it is
extremely likely your mistress will be outbid. But don't
worry, I won't tell her about this conversation, so you won't
get in trouble either way." He fixed her with an intent stare.
"But I won't offer her the swap unless you want to come
back to me."
He waited. Penny was thinking furiously. It was as if
God were inviting her back from the wilderness. She had to
make a quick decision because someone was bound to
notice her neglecting her serving duties if she didn't get back
to them. Penny glanced over and saw Laura smiling at her
and looking hopeful. Penny look back into Randall's face.
She nodded once, then quickly departed with her tray.
Not long after that, Penny saw Master Randall and Laura
speaking with her Mistress. They were all smiling. Penny
positioned herself for a better look while being careful to
remain unobtrusive and to continue serving. Master Randall
was speaking in his quiet way and her Mistress looked
delighted. Penny moved a little closer. A few moments
later, Mistress Viola threw her glass down at Master
Randall's feet and shouted something. She looked furious.
Penny quickly turned and moved farther away. When she
turned back, her Mistress had calmed considerably and
Master Randall was quietly talking again. Penny left for the
kitchen to refill her tray. When she returned, Laura seemed
quite pleased and her Mistress was searching the room for
something. Master Randall looked as impassive as ever.
When her Mistress spotted her, she waved at her to
come over. Penny came quickly. For a long, long moment,
Mistress Viola said nothing and just looked torn and
uncertain. Then she reached some internal decision and
said, "girl, you have served me well. And I wish this were
otherwise. But your first Master wishes to buy you back
and he is offering something which I have wanted badly for
a very long time." She seemed to be talking more to herself
than to Penny as she continued, "how he managed to
acquire it is beyond me. I failed for years." Then she
looked back at Penny. "But he is willing to trade an estate
worth billions of lire just for you." There was a long pause.
"You belong to him again as of right now. Serve him as
you have served me." Her look softened for a moment.
"And after you are gone, know this . . . you were my
favorite." She looked over at Randall. "And at the price
this young man is paying, I'd say you are a favorite of his as
well." With that, Mistress Viola turned and left the party
without waiting for a reply and without looking back.
Penny didn't know what she was supposed to do.
Randall read her uncertainty and said, "keep serving. I
wouldn't want to spoil the arrangements. I'll collect you
when the evening is done." Penny started to turn away.
She felt a hard slap on her rear and almost dropped her tray.
She was instantly wet and looked back at her Master who
was smiling at her. Laura was so delighted she almost
couldn't contain herself.
Her Master said, "And know this, wench, . . . you are a
favorite of mine."
Penny spent the rest of the evening in a state of bliss.
Every time she looked at Master Randall, she got wet all
over again. Laura had been right all along. Everything was
going to be perfect.
Victoria was right, too--there was just something special
about the way you felt about your first Master.
* * * * *
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