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Subject: {ASSM} The Law Final (part 5) (BDSM ir preg ws tort)
Date: Sun,  2 Mar 2003 23:10:02 -0500
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Earlier parts of this story can be found at www.storiesonline.net   It's a 
free site.

The law 5

	Another six weeks past. Jon looked at his face, the real image with out the 
disguise, and saw how drawn he looked.  Somehow, he'd never counted on the 
toll his program of revenge would take on himself, but it was obviously 
having an effect.  The changes he'd seen in himself and the feelings and 
reactions that he'd been having lately, especially toward Ann, worried him.

	Of course, his training program had had a much greater effect on the 
slaves.  By now, they would all follow any order given and perform any 
sexual act they were told to.  Ann and Elaine got off on it big time,  
Patricia somewhat less so and Kelly only rarely.  Each could take a cock in 
any hole like a pro, and the new sensitivity in Kelly and Ann's swelling 
tits made them even more fun to play with.  Soon, he thought, he'd let Ann 
have Elaine for a time.  Maybe.  He suspected that she'd be pretty tough on 
the younger girl.  Maybe it wouldn't been too bad - Elaine, had shown a real 
aptitude for this stuff - especially anything anal.

	He shook his head.  Thoughts like that would have been alien to him a year 
ago.  He left the bathroom and shut out the light.

	Later that day, skin mask once again in place, Jon sat in his chair.  One 
eye was on the monitor watching his employees playing with Kelly and Elaine, 
but his main attention was on the computer screen where he read the news.  
It was a shame, he thought as he scanned the headlines.  Things in the U.S. 
were getting out of hand and even the "it could never happen here" crowd was 
starting to get worried.  Protests were frequent in many of the western 
cities, with people protesting the harsh restrictions imposed by the Office 
of Homeland Security.  Not to mention that people were finally getting fed 
up with all of the types of monitoring that they were subjected to on a 
daily basis.  He shook his head unhappily, thinking again how sad it was 
that a country that had once been so free, was now a place where people 
couldn't drive to work without their movements being tracked and logged into 
a database.  Never mind all the tracking that went on at work.  If only the 
sheeple had gotten a clue when this all started in '02, things wouldn't be 
this bad now.

	There was a new twist to things that was worrying him.  Riots.  There had 
been "unrest" at the last few protest marches and the HomeSec Rapid Response 
Unit had come to "assist" local police.  There were rumors on the net that 
those riots had been incited and that the HRRU had been more than a bit 
forceful while putting them down.  The HRRU was rapidly gaining a worse 
reputation than the BATF thugs had ever had, and that was saying something.  
Still, no one had successfully captured anything on video - odd since there 
were cameras everywhere, and the only outcry of the alleged abuses came from 
those "crazy militia people" or "Left Wing Pinkos".

	He was glad but apprehensive that they were entering the final phase of his 
plan.  Up until now, there had been little chance of being caught.  His 
slaves were presumed dead.  But he knew the next part of this operation 
*was* going to be risky.  Still, everything was in place so there was no 
sense in putting it off.

	Each woman, in addition to being a very well trained sex slave, was now 
pregnant.  They'd been forbidden to speak about it to each other, so Elaine, 
the last of them to catch, wasn't quite sure what was happening to her body. 
  Her small breasts were starting to swell and become very sensitive and 
she'd noticed other changes as well.  It was too early for morning sickness, 
but in the weeks to come, that would be happening as well.  Kelly had been 
the first to get pregnant, followed, as near as they could tell by Ann and 
Patricia.  They weren't sure if Ann or Patricia had caught first, but it 
didn't really matter.

	In an effort to keep from risking the babies, rough physical activity was 
kept to a minimum.  Each day, they were put in the 'training' suits and left 
from four to six hours.  During that time, their senses were flooded with 
perverted sexual images and sounds while their bodies were conditioned to 
respond sexually to pain and pleasure.  Kelly's program had an additional 
element added.  Her programming was mixed in with religious symbols.  It was 
done very subtly though, and Jon smiled at the thought of what was going to 
happen to her the next time she got into a church and saw a cross or an 
alter.

	The suits were expensive, each one containing many clusters of electrical 
stimulators.  There was a space cut out for the breasts, which were lightly 
suctioned into clear plastic bowls that were lined with contacts.  Soft, 
form fitting pieces of rubber with long probes that slid into the vagina and 
rectum covered each crotch.  Those were also wired.  As the images and 
sounds were played to the slaves, their bodies were stimulated with pleasure 
and pain from the electrodes.  It wasn't perfect, by far, but the suits had 
been surprisingly effective.

	Elaine and Ann were now really getting off on being slaves.  Ann had shown 
signs early on of being a switch, and Ed had altered her training so that 
she was rewarded by submissive behavior toward men, but both submissive and 
dominant actions were rewarded when she was engaged with a woman.  They 
still hadn't let her have her way with Elaine, and they knew that was one 
thing she desperately wanted.

	When he finished with the news, Jon checked his Hotmail account.  Despite 
all the outcry from everyone and all the legislation that had been passed, 
spam was still as common (and as welcome) as dog shit.  But Jon smiled as he 
scanned through the subject headings of the 73 new pieces he'd gotten since 
yesterday.  Spam was one way for his hacker to contact him, and here was a 
message.  Well, well, smiled Jon as he read it, there was new information 
waiting for him at his mail drop.

	Jon walked into the training room where Ed was now playing with Kelly and 
Patricia.  Kelly was kneeling to his right, her bare sex over Patricia's 
mouth.  She had a bit gag in her mouth and drool ran down her chin, dripping 
onto her chest.  Patricia could be heard noisily licking and sucking on 
Kelly's wet cunt.

	Ed loved to hurt Kelly's tits.  They spent at least some time, almost every 
day, with a band constricting each base, causing the large orbs to harden 
and swell.  Of course, they were much bigger now than they had been when she 
was first captured, the nipples darker and larger as well.  Like all the 
slaves, Kelly had each nipple pierced and there was a silver colored, 
ceramic alloy ring in each.  At the moment, Ed was cropping Kelly's tightly 
bound breasts, raising welt after welt.  She winced with each strike, but 
was rotating her hips over Patricia's talented mouth.  As all the men, and 
the slaves knew, Patricia gave very good head.

	Each slave had been fitted with the ceramic alloy rings.  Both nipples had 
rings and at least two small rings had been placed through each cunt lip, 
both inner and outer.  Each had a piercing of some sort through their clit 
hood.  Kelly had a piercing through the base of her clit and Elaine had one 
through the septum of her nose, just like Kelly did.  Plus the two teens had 
belly button rings, but those weren't made of the same alloy.

	If they wanted the rings out, it was going to take surgery.  At least 
according to Ben, who had gotten the rings.  They were made out of a new 
alloy and were nearly impossible to cut.  Jon thought it was overkill, but 
it amused the other guys so he had gone along with it.  He was sure that 
getting a bit of plastic surgery would be the least of the slaves worries.  
He hadn't been convinced about the alloy until Ben had given him a ring and 
a large pair of bolt cutters.  The cutters had closed easily on the ring and 
Jon looked at Ben with a big grin.  Until he realized that there was a nice 
divot in the metal blade of the cutters and the ring wasn't even scratched.

	While walking toward Ed, Jon also caught sight of Ann and Elaine.  When 
they weren't being used or exercising, the slaves were always bound - 
usually in a very uncomfortable manner.  Then they were subjected to low 
levels of sexual stimulation at odd intervals.  They looked forward to that 
since it was the only relief they got from the bondage.  Of course, due to 
other conditioning, just being in bondage was sexually stimulating to them, 
despite their discomfort.  At the moment, Elaine was tied with her hands 
behind her, wrists and elbows cinched together with wide straps which really 
put a lot of stress on her shoulders.  This wasn't even uncomfortable for 
the girl anymore.  However, her ankles and thighs were strapped together, 
then her ankles were strapped to her thighs.  Finally, a strap came around 
the back of her neck that was also attached to her thighs, forcing the girl 
into a little ball.  Ann, on the other hand, was tied on her back with her 
arms over her head and her legs spread in a split.  Her sex was red and wet, 
indicating that someone had recently whipped her.  Jon's cock jumped at the 
sight.  Veering off from where he was headed to talk to Ed, he pulled out 
his hard cock, and, noting that Ann's asshole was coated with her lubricant, 
proceeded to slide his dick into her asshole.  He had yet to take any of the 
slaves in their cunt.

	Ann was still a tight fit and she groaned at the intrusion.  But, just like 
the other women, she could take a real pounding in any of her holes and 
still get off.  Jon fucked her for a good ten minutes before cuming in her 
ass.  When he pulled out he looked over and saw that Kelly was no longer 
sitting on Patricia's face because she was arched over backwards and being 
cropped between her spread legs.

	"Ah told you, not ta cum, you stupid cow.  You still doan listen!  Must be 
the dumbest white bitch Ah've ever seen."

	Kelly flinched with each slap of the crop, but didn't move from the 
position she'd been put in.

	Jon looked at Patricia and made a motion with his hand.  She immediately 
struggled to her knees (her hands were cuffed behind her).  He put his 
soiled cock into her eagerly sucking mouth and she sucked until it was 
clean.  He pulled her off and motioned to Ann.

	"Crawl over there and clean out that slave's asshole.  If she can shit any 
cum when you're done, you both get punished."

	"Yes, Sir," said Patricia as she hurriedly crawled over to the teen.  She 
would do a good job and Ann would enjoy it.  Since Ann would also want to 
watch Patricia get punished, she would no doubt try to hold some of his cum 
inside her.  Of course, when things like this happened, Ann would get 
punished right along with the other slave, but that never seemed to stop 
her.

	Jon felt a small twinge of guilt, but it died quickly.  Even two months 
ago, he would never had considered treating a woman like that, let alone 
causally sodimizing a fifteen year old girl.

	Ed looked up from his disciplining of the slave as Jon walked over.

	"Yeah Boss?"

	"I have some errands to run.  I'll be back in a while.  When that slave 
over there finishes cleaning up, ensure that she followed my directions.  If 
she hasn't, I'll deal with it when I return."

	"You got it, Boss," replied Ed.  Then he let out a massive sigh.  "I doan 
believe how stupid dis bitch is.  Maybe all da blood's going ta her tits 
instead of her haid.  Never met a slave so dumb in ma laf."

	Jon looked at Kelly.  She was, as was usual for the slaves, gagged.  "You 
should put more effort into learning what we're teaching you.  Aren't you 
appreciative for what Ed's done for you?  All those things he's taught you?  
All the orgasms you've been allowed to have?"

	Kelly, unable to speak, gave the only answer she could give with out 
incurring more punishment.  She nodded her head yes.

	"That's good.  I know you're a big slut and not particularly bright, but 
try and remember your lessons."

	Kelly nodded again.  In point of fact, Kelly was not a slut.  Arousing her 
wasn't too difficult given all the conditioning she'd been put through, but 
making her cum wasn't easy.  Nobody doubted that, left to her own devices, 
she'd never have sex again.  That kind of sucked for her husband, but there 
was no way they'd get divorced.  Their power in the Christian circles they 
moved in would be severely depleted if they were to do that.  And Jon knew 
that they lived for that power.

	Jon made the pickup and dropped off some DVDs for the hacker.  Those DVDs 
were part of the next phase.  He wanted to keep the women several more weeks 
- at least until they started showing.  Perhaps it had been too early to 
release to DVDs.  Porn spread fast, after all.

	When he returned, he opened popped the DVD his hacker had left for him in 
the computer and began reading.  Then he played a number of the videos that 
were on the disk and smiled a very big smile.  This was unanticipated but 
very, very welcome.

	He saw Ed a little while later.  Looking in the monitors, he saw that each 
slave had been tied in strict bondage, except for Elaine who was sucking 
Ann's cunt while being assfucked by Ron.  Jon watched, fascinated, his cock 
growing, as the large black cock slid in and out of the fourteen year old's 
asshole.

	"Nice sight," commented Ed.

	Jon pulled his eyes away from the scene.  "Yes, the two girls have taken to 
being trained quite well."

	Ed looked at him rather intently.  "You better be careful Jon.  You've got 
it bad for those two and if you're not careful, that'll bite you."

	Jon just looked at him, all business again.  "Even if I felt something for 
any of them, in the end, that won't save them.  I've made the first 
delivery.  Oh, and I got some very interesting intel from our friend 
NyetBug."

	Ed chuckled at the mention of the hacker's handle.  "Those computer geeks 
can get real strange.  What did you get?"

	Jon sat down and showed him the salient intel and Ed too, was very pleased. 
  They discussed how to use it and came to an agreement about a half hour 
later.  Then Jon asked," So, did Ann hold back or did Patricia actually 
complete her assignment?"

	"Shit, you know Ann."

	"She held back, huh."

	"Yup," replied Ed.

	Jon stared off into space for a moment.  "Any suggestions?"

	"Hell, you're the one with the imagination.  What do you want to do?"

	Jon had shown a positive genius for training or torturing the slaves.  When 
ever there was serous punishment to be meted out, the men had started to 
look to Jon for more... creative solutions.  Not that they couldn't come up 
with things themselves, but Jon had shown a real talent for coming up with 
erotic torture.

	Jon recognized that too.  It scared him.  In the last month, he'd fallen 
very, very comfortably into the role of a Dom.  He was the one that the 
slaves feared the most.  Feared and desired.  Ed had discovered that all of 
them except Kelly preferred to be trained at his hands, diabolical as they 
were, than anyone else's.  Ann, especially, showed a preference for Jon's 
touch and her eye's were always on him when he was in the room.  If she 
thought that Jon was the one who would punish her, she was sure to disobey.  
Jon, in some way, was coming to realize this and it was scaring him even 
more.

	"I think that I'll let you and the boys decide what to do," said Jon.

	Ed shook his head.  The man had natural talent, that was for sure.  
Question was, when this was all over, would he use it?  or just let it die?

	"It's probably time to start moving the unused items to the warehouse."

	"Yeah," agreed Ed.  "I'm gonna miss this, I think.  You don't get access to 
pussy this prime everyday."

	Jon almost asked Ed again about the children that they'd fathered but 
stopped himself.  The men he'd hired had known the score from the beginning 
and had never given any indication that they had a problem with it.  Ron had 
even said he liked idea that "some white bitch" was gonna have his baby.  No 
one knew who's baby was who's, of course.  All four of the men had fucked 
the slaves constantly before and after the contraceptive had worn off.  By 
the time any DNA tests came up, all four of his employees would be gone.  
Jon didn't know where they were going to.  They, of course, had no idea what 
his plans were either.  It was safer that way.

	Later that evening it was time to prepare the slaves for bed.  They were 
sleeping in the sense suits tonight and Elaine was the last of them to get 
ready.  As Jon bent over her, getting ready to  put the gag in, to his vast 
surprise, she spoke.

	"Sir, may I ask a question?"

	Jon looked at the slim teen and felt very conflicted.  He'd had her body 
many times, used and abused her as had all the other men.  That knowledge 
aroused him.  However, at fourteen, because of him, she had more sexual 
experience than most women would ever get.  That saddened him and made him 
feel guilty.

	The slaves almost never asked permission to speak unless it was to go to 
the bathroom.  If they asked a question that annoyed the trainer, they were 
punished.  "What slave?"

	"I... I'm pregnant, aren't I?"

	Jon rocked back on his heels for a moment looking at the girl.  Her small 
breasts with their swelling pink nipples had been sucked into the bowls, the 
thin leather hood covered most of her head, only her eyes and mouth weren't 
covered, and her slim body was outlined by the thin cloth.  He knew that she 
had probes deep in her body and she reeked of sex.  But somehow, she still 
looked innocent.

	"Yes, you are pregnant."

	Tears filled her eyes.  "Why?  Why did you do this to us?"

	Jon just squatted there and Elaine started to get worried, knowing she'd 
stepped over the line and would be punished.  To her surprise though, he 
answered in a low voice as he closed the goggles over her eyes.

	"Your parents used their money and religion to influence the government to 
get involved in things that it should never have been involved in.  Laws 
based on faith instead of science were passed.  Those laws have, in many 
ways, returned us to an era of barbarism, where women are treated like 
chattel with no say over their own bodies.  Thousands have died or lived in 
misery while people like your parents went their moral, righteous way, 
ignoring all the suffering they caused.  I had a wife once, with a child on 
the way."

	He stopped for a moment then continued.  "I loved my wife more than 
anything in the world.  I would have gladly died for her, if I could have 
even though her death was needless.  If the accident that killed her had 
happened even a few years ago, she would still be alive.  But when the 
accident occurred, it was too late.  The final round of anti-abortion laws 
had been passed and since the fetus was still alive, they wouldn't operate 
because they would have had to remove the fetus. The law prevented them from 
doing the abortion even though the fetus was going to die one way or the 
other.  So.  I did this for revenge.  Like my wife, you were in the wrong 
place at the wrong time."

	He leaned forward to put in the gag again, and Elaine whispered in a 
trembling voice, "What was her name?"

	Jon, hesitated, then pushed the gag in and locked it in place.   He rose 
and left the room, turning out the light.  The white nose in the speakers 
hadn't been turned on yet but Jon was sure Elaine couldn't hear him through 
the leather helmet.

	"Tina.  Her name was Tina,"

	It was a week before Jon decided to share the results of the intel he'd 
received with the slaves.

	They were being whipped as he walked into the room.  Often, they were 
whipped just because it pleased their trainers to do so.  Lately, that 
wasn't too much of a hardship for Ann and Elaine - they got off on it.  
Patricia didn't seem to mind too much, but of course, Kelly always hated it 
and usually cried.  When it was over today, they were chained kneeling on 
the floor, in much the same way they'd been chained their first night.

	"Tell me, slaves, when was the last time that I lied to you?"

	The slaves looked confused.  It was a strange question.  But, as far as 
they knew, Jon had never lied to them.  They had, on occasion, 
mis-interpreted what he'd said, but he'd never lied to them.

	"May I speak Sir?" asked Ann.

	"Yes, slave."

	"Sir, I don't think you've ever lied to us."

	Jon nodded and motioned to Ray to gag the women.  Then he activated the 
remote.  It looked like another porn movie, this time with a young woman and 
two middle aged men.

	"The girl's name is Melissa.  She just turned seventeen.  She's been 
fucking these two men for at least a year, as my investigators recently 
found out."

	Patricia had a slight frown on her face, as if she recognized the girl but 
couldn't place her.  Jon waited until just the correct moment, then froze 
the picture.  It was a crystal clear shot of Patricia's husband about to 
slide a large cock into the girl's wet cunt.

	There were gasps from the women.  Jon restarted the movie, waiting until 
the other man's face was clearly illuminated.  It was, of course, Kelly's 
husband.  He was sliding his cock between the girl's waiting lips.  After a 
short time, the girl was eagerly pumping the prick as it slid into and out 
of her sucking mouth.

	Jon froze the picture again and stood.

	"Ray, make sure these slaves watch the rest of this.  Personally, I think 
the men look so comical that not even the not cute teen they're fucking can 
make me interested in the rest.  Besides, I already had to watch it once.

	Kelly and Patricia were in shock, Patricia had tears sliding down her 
cheeks.  Ann had sort of a smirk on her face and Elaine was blushing 
furiously with her eyes on the ground.

	Ray gave him a big grin and said, "Heh, sho ting Boss.  Get yo eyes off da 
flow you bitches!"  Jon heard a whip crack on someone's back as he left the 
room.

	As they days passed, he had them watch other clips that had been forwarded 
to him.  He also watched the internet for some sign that what he'd passed to 
his hacker had hit the erotica groups.  Finally, a two weeks after he'd made 
the drop off, he saw the first videos hit the erotica groups.  To be sure, 
the groups were a pale shadow of what they once were, but they were still 
pretty active.  Since the videos were new stuff, they were wildly popular.  
It was another few days before anyone started pointing out the similarities 
between what the females looked like and certain famous, but dead, persons 
looked like.  Naturally there was discussion on the topic, but most people 
figured that it was just a coincidence.  Four days later, law enforcement 
got involved.  They were as subtle as they usually were, meaning everyone 
knew they were trolling for who had made the video or who had posted it.  
Since the posting had come from outside the U.S. it was very hard to trace.  
His hacker was quite good and had a great time running rings around U.S. law 
enforcement.  It was what he did for kicks.

	From this point on, the drop box that Jon used was closed.  There would be 
no more packages between him and NyetBug.  Jon still logged onto his hotmail 
account to get information from the guy, but considering the number of 
anonymous servers that Jon went through to protect his IP, it would be a 
while before the law came after him.  That, of course, would only happen if 
they got the hacker.  It was possible, of course, but unlikely since they 
guy usually kept a very low profile.  They had never seen each other and Jon 
had used a bank in the Camen Islands to give the money to the kid.  That had 
been simple once he'd gotten most of his money outside of U.S.  Again, all 
of this could be tracked, but they'd have to pull in big resources.

	The day finally came almost five months after they'd been captured, for the 
last and most risky part of Jon's plan.  Kelly, Ann and Patricia were quite 
obviously pregnant and even Elaine was showing a bit.  It was good, he 
thought, to be finishing this up, if for no other reason than that he was 
tired of them puking all over the place.  That morning, the men all got 
together to go over the last minute details.

	"Now you guy's are sure you're gonna be OK?"

	"Yeah," replied Ben.  "Aside from missing the prime pussy, of course.  But 
hey, I'm sure that I'll be able to find some where I'm going."

	"What about moving out the stuff?"

	"Most of the stuff we wanted to keep is gone.  The suits and a few other 
odds and ends are the only things that are left, and we'll be able to bring 
them with us.  The trunks are heavy though.  You sure you're gonna be able 
to handle them?" asked Ed.

	"Yes," replied Jon.  "As long as everything's loaded up in the van, I won't 
have any trouble.  Besides, I have a plane to catch."

	"I still think you're stupid for hanging around after you call,"  said Ron.

	"I'll be alright."  The thought that Jon was going to hang around to watch 
the fun.  They were wrong.  "I've got a different mask to put on in the van, 
and besides, it'll be fun to see what happens."

	"It's your ass.  I'll be long gone," chuckled Ed.

	There was silence for a moment.

	"I'm gonna miss you guys.  I couldn't have done this with out your 
commitment."

	"Shit," said Roy, "I'd have done if for half what you paid."

	"Well, I wish you'd told me that at the beginning!"

	They all laughed at that, then went off to do their assigned tasks.  It was 
unfortunate that they couldn't just leave the women here to be found, but 
there was too much of a chance they the wouldn't be able to sanitize place 
enough.  The fire that would start at midnight would take care of that 
though.  Arson, sure enough, but it would destroy any evidence.  The 
expensive toys had been removed from the place, but all the common, easy to 
replace bondage furniture was still there.  It would all burn quite nicely.

	The hard drive in the computer that Jon had been using, was replaced with a 
drive that had been imaged at the same time the current one had been 
created.  It was basically a virgin drive, with a hacked version of an 
operating system on it.  There was no data.  John destroyed the other drive 
with a sledge hammer - after using a Sawzall to cut it in half.  Then, he 
dumped the parts in the sea.

	In the last year, not all of his time had been spent on just learning how 
to train slaves.  He'd done a lot of reading on covert operations and how to 
'sanitize' a site.  How to disappear from society and change one's identity 
had also been on the list.  Since no one suspected him of anything, he 
didn't think that this was going to be a problem.  Plus, the slaves had 
never seen his real face.  His car, complete with corpse, would be found 
tomorrow.  Of course, it wasn't his corpse, but the id did match his current 
medical records.

	Each slave was put into a crate.  They were all too pregnant to put into a 
small one, but the crates were long enough and would hold them just fine.  
They knew something was up, but had no idea what it was.  They'd been 
spending more and more of their time "experiencing" porn in their suits 
lately to know just how much equipment had been removed from the site.  By 
the time they had were put into the crates, they'd all been washed very 
thoroughly and the only sperm that they'd had on or in them had gone into 
their mouths.  And not even that had happened in the last 24 hours.  Of 
course, they'd had plenty of sex with each other.

	When Jon got to the building, an abandoned church, with the four crates, he 
unloaded them and put them inside.  The neighborhood wasn't the greatest, 
but he'd staked the church out for weeks and no one seemed to use it.  It 
being a poor neighborhood, most of the street cams were out so he didn't 
have to worry about that.  He still had four hours to get to his plane.  
Before the mandatory search required three hours before flight.  He was sure 
that his passport would hold up, but that part still made him nervous.

	Jon uncrated each of the slaves who looked around in confusion.  This was 
not what they were expecting.  Jon began to prepare them for their 
unveiling.  As he talked to them, he explained to them that they were being 
sold and that their buyer was coming to get them that night.  They were 
gagged and each was bound to something in the chamber that exposed their 
bodies.  He whipped them and worked them up, then added breast harnesses to 
them.  A spreader bar was affixed between their legs and the largest dildo 
that each one could take - quite large at this point, was inserted.  He left 
them, turning out the lights.  They'd be there at least an hour, but 
considering their training, this would not be a hardship.

	He went into another room and changed this skin mask to one no one had 
seen.  He looked black now, and his clothes fit in with what some of the 
working poor wore around here. Then he drove the van to an especially bad 
part of the neighborhood and left it with the window open.  It was clean of 
all his prints and he was pretty sure that it would be stripped long before 
the cops found it.  He made a call to his hacker friend and the emails went 
out.  Jon caught a bus with his small pack.  He'd told the men he intended 
to stay around and watch the fun, but the TV was as close as he intended to 
get.

	By the time he got to the bus station and removed his latest skin mask 
(flushing it down the toilet) and applied his last disguise (matching his 
passport), it had hit the news.  Like everyone else, he watched as the T.V. 
crews descended on the church and found the slaves.  By the time the media 
circus really got going, he was at the airport.  He was taking off toward 
his first stop as the news channels were flooding the airwaves with 
"unconfirmed reports" of who the slaves actually were, and the fact that 
they were pregnant and had been held as sexual captives.  Jon slept.  Very 
soundly.


	Epilogue:

	"... and no one knows how this war will be resolved."  Jon snapped off the 
TV.  He really didn't want to watch it anyway.  It was depressing, to say 
the least.

	Five years had passed since he had left the states.  Things there had not 
gone well.  They were calling it the second American Civil war.  No one 
would have thought it would come to that, but it had.  The United States 
were united no longer.  This time though, it was East against West, with 
plenty of gorilla warfare going on in the cities.  The West had declared 
itself the Free States of America, the East considered themselves the 
Loyalists.  Loyal to the government, rather than the constitution.  It was 
very ugly, but the world had learned the hard way to keep out.  At least 
until the States had been weakened further.

	The UN had decided to send in a Peace Keeping force during the first few 
months to help stabilize the situation.  Within a week they were captured 
and ejected from the country with a warning.  No such restraint could be 
guaranteed if this were to happen again.  Things had gone rapidly down hill 
from there as several countries, most notably China, had discovered that, 
even though the US was at war with itself, her external defenses worked 
quite well and were manned quite ably.  Specifically, the missile and costal 
defense systems.  While the Americans were too busy to retaliate, incursions 
from Mexico into Texas met with marked little success and many casualties.  
A European fleet attempted a blockade of American ports.  She responded by 
having incoming ships escorted by the Navy.  There were only a few incidents 
before the Europeans decided that the cost in personal and material was a 
bit too high.  Plus, American money was still good, despite, or perhaps 
because of, the huge disruptions in the world economy.  America finally 
issued an ultimatum.  Stay out or it would respond with nuclear force.  Most 
people thought it was just a bluff, but with all the unrest, no one wanted 
to test it.

	"Daddy?  Are you going to tuck me in?"

	Jon looked over and smiled at the little girl.  "Sure honey.  The sitter 
will be here in a minute."

	"OK.  Are you going to read to me too?"

	Jon laughed.  "Yes, Tina.  Don't I read to you every night?"  He reached 
down and tickled the four year old.  She giggled with delight and squirmed 
away.  John let her go and she raced for her bed room.  Jon followed in time 
to see the girl dive under the covers.  He stopped and selected a book from 
the shelf to read to her.

	Tina was a miracle to him.  The night that his wife had died, the man Jon 
had contacted was a friend who had lamented, on occasion, the restrictions 
placed on his field of study.  He was a fertility specialist who'd had so 
many restrictions placed on his practice that he would have to shut down 
soon.  Jon, knowing that Tina was dying, asked if there was anything that 
could be done.  His friend had extracted some of Tina's eggs.  When Jon had 
arrived in Australia, he'd contacted the man, who was already here.  
Together, they'd found a surragote mother, and Jon eventually ended up with 
a daughter.  Of course, it had been very complicated to achieve this, but it 
had been done.  Jon had a daughter by his late wife and he couldn't have 
loved her more.

	Little Tina was asleep by the time the sitter got there.  She already had 
all the information she needed, and Jon left her.

	As he drove to the club, Jon reflected that he hadn't escaped as unscathed 
as he'd thought from his revenge.  Oh, it had been everything he could have 
hoped for.  The women had been humiliated beyond belief - their positions in 
the community destroyed.  As soon as it was common knowledge that they were 
alive, the demand for the video clips that Jon had planted grew 
astronomically.  They were quite the news item for over six months.  
Patricia, after one or two interviews, completely retired from pubic life.  
Kelly refused all interviews.  The fact that they had been all so obviously 
pregnant had kept them from getting an abortion.  The babies were born, but 
somehow the media lost track of them after that.  Patricia and Kelly were 
hounded by the media for another year, but Ann and Elaine had disappeared 
from their radar, being mentioned only occasionally.  Finally, all mention 
of the two teens ceased.

	Yes, Jon thought, things were going well.  He had more than enough money 
for him and Tina to live quite well, and he'd found, well helped create, a 
place to indulge in his... interests.  The club had been founded using some 
of his money.  It was a very exclusive, very hard core BDSM club.  Other 
countries had taken to heart the lesson that the United States had given and 
more and more politicians shied away from legislating sexual behavior.  It 
wasn't that way everywhere, but Australia had been taken to this lesson 
quite well.

	Jon settled into a chair with a drink.  Few people knew that he was a 
primary owner in the club.  There were women that he played with, from time 
to time.  None as well trained as Ann and Elaine had been, and few were into 
the level of rough play they'd learned to enjoy, but one couldn't have 
everything.

	He scanned the small crowd, wondering if any of his play partners were 
going to be here tonight.  He noted that there were two new women, quite 
striking in their appearance.  The upper body of the smaller one was bound 
quite severely and she was being led through the area on a leash.  Her arms 
were in a single sheath, heavy weights pulled her nipples and it looked like 
she'd been lashed rather badly.  He turned back to his small table and drank 
a bit more wine.  When he back around, his heart almost stopped.  The two 
women were in front of him, with the bound one kneeling on the floor.

	"Hello Jon," said the standing one.

	He looked at them trying to keep from showing his reaction on his face.  "I 
think you have me confused with someone else.  My name is Eric."

	"No it isn't," said the woman as she slid into a chair at his table.  The 
other girl knelt silently at her Mistress' feet.  "Or rather, that might be 
what it is now, but that's not what it was in the States."  She leaned 
forward, "You remember the States, right?  It's where you imprisoned Elaine 
and I and had us trained as slaves, then impregnated."

	Jon said nothing and Ann continued.  "We hated you, you know."  She leaned 
forward and slapped Jon on the face.  The blow was hard, but rather than 
stun him it angered him and he began to stand up.  "We loved you and you 
left us."

	That got his attention.  "Look lady, I don't know who you are.  But you 
raise your hand to me again, and I'll have you thrown out of the club.  Now 
why don't you go and find another table."

	"No way.  You're the reason we're here.  It's taken us all this time to 
find you and Elaine and I aren't going to let you just get up and walk 
away."

	"You're from the States you say?  And you think I imprisoned you?  Even if 
that were true, you'd have no jurisdiction over me here."

	"We didn't come here to turn you in,"  Ann laughed.  "Actually, my slave 
and I wanted to thank you."

	"Since I don't know you, what would you have to thank me for?"

	"Setting us free.  Look, cut the bullshit.  I know it's you.  I found the 
hacker that you'd used for all your work.  Elaine's quite the little hacker 
herself.  One of her many talents.  He didn't want to give you up, you know, 
but I had something that your money couldn't buy."

	"This is fascinating and all, but really..."

	"Oh please.  Fine, you won't admit it.  At least listen to what I have to 
say," she sighed.  "Anyway, you'd given him a lot of money, but I was able 
to give him Elaine.  He really wanted the girl in the videos that you'd 
distributed, and that paid for a lot.  Of course, that still didn't tell us 
who you really were.  But when Elaine told me that you had a wife named Tina 
and how she'd died, I was able to get him to scrounge through some of the 
old computer records.  Little bastard had held out on us and Elaine spotted 
the medical stats you'd had changed to stage your death  You'd be surprised 
how many of those he'd arrainged.  You really should have had him purge the 
records; they were your one weak link.  But Elaine knew who your wife had 
been and that was the clincher.  By the way, she purged the records herself. 
  Anyway, to make a long story short, it took a while, but now we're here."

	"I see.  Just out of curiosity why are you here?" asked Jon.  "I mean, this 
all sounds rather complex and I don't understand why you think I'm a part of 
it."

	"Like I said, Elaine and I like what you made us.  Not that I had any 
chance of turning out as anything else anyway.  I hated my family, 
especially my mother.  They actually threw us out the first time they caught 
me using Elaine.  She's quite good you know.  You should see some of the 
things I've trained the little slut to do since we last met."

	"Well, as I said, I don't know what this has to do with me, but it's a free 
club.  Enjoy yourselves."

	Ann stood, pulling Elaine to her feet by the leash.  The leash, Jon noted, 
was attached to her nipple rings.

	"Fine.  We're off to play now.  Feel free to join in at any time."

	Jon watched Ann lead Elaine to the wooden pony.  He realized that his cock 
was rock hard.

	End of The Law.

Author's note:

	Is this story realistic?  Well, parts of it are.  Parts are not.  There are 
probably many holes in Jon's escape, for instance.  But the story was based 
on things that are happening in the US right now. If this story makes even a 
few people check out the DCMA, the RIAA, the MPAA or the unconstitutional 
laws being enacted for our so called Safety, then I'll be happy.

Copyright 2003 by Dark Pen.




~Pen~
http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/DarkPen/www
"But if I go cold/ I won't get sold/ I'll get
put in the back /On the discount rack/
Like another can of beans..."  B. Joel




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