The Steel Collar

Chapter 10 - An Escape

 

  Carl had spent most of his working life capturing and training slaves.  Malik had inherited the ailing business from his father and through his astute business skills, Carl's assistance and a fair degree of luck had built the company into a multimillion dollar concern.  They had almost reached the stage where any further expansion would increase their notoriety to the point where national governments would begin to notice the disappearance of so many of their citizens. 

 

  The acquisition and training of slaves was an expensive business and the market for their sale relatively small.  They vetted all their clients as they had to ensure utmost secrecy and discretion.   New owners had to prove that the slaves could not escape or that they would not release them for whatever reason.  A few clients were inclined to either trust the women too much or release them from kindness.

 

  Carl had spent the last couple of weeks reacquiring a young Japanese slave who had escaped from a harem a few miles from Marrakech.  The necessity for speed  had forced him to use outside contractors.  The girl had fortunately taken time getting to the city due to not speaking either English or Arabic.  The operatives had wisely waited near her embassy, hoping she would head there.  She was about to enter the embassy when a phazer was pushed into her side and she was bundled into a waiting cab.  The operation was not a complete success as the operatives had taken another girl too, mistaking her for the escapee.  Despite the clients insistence on the return of the girl Carl was making arrangements for their shipment back to the villa.  The relationship with the client was to be terminated and they would have no further contact.  Meanwhile the girls were in a safe house awaiting their transfer.

 

  Carl had been sent photos of the escapee and the new girl.  The mistakenly captured girl was pretty and he had to admit the resemblance to the original slave was quite striking.  He was already considering ways to salvage something from the fiasco in Marrakech.  The girls were beautifully figured, with characteristic small breasts.  Carl considered the  large rings piercing the escaped slave’s nipples too large and heavy for the size of her breasts.  A light delicate chain connecting two discrete nipple rings would definitely be a more erotic option and he made a note to have her modified when she arrived.  The new girl, chained and sobbing, looked confused and scared as she was made to stand for her picture.  He felt some sympathy for her, her only mistake was being in the wrong place at the wrong time.  Her long dark hair was dishevelled from her prolonged captivity in a small cage but her beauty was obvious.  She was naked apart from a cheap pair of handcuffs locked too tightly around her narrow wrists and what looked like a leather greyhound collar buckled around her neck.  Her long thin neck allowing the wide band of leather to sit comfortably. Carl was pleased the contractors understood the need to get a new capture in a collar as soon as possible. The physical restraint of the woman secondary to the psychological impact of wearing such an obvious symbol of subservience and ownership.  

 

  The escaped slave and the disappearance of the last accountant and had just been the beginning of an unlucky time for the organisation.  A business man had paid to have his old school gym teacher taken. The woman had managed to wrestle free from her abductors and make a run for it.  Despite being in her late forties and having her hands handcuffed behind her she had got to safety.  Two days later a different team had made a move to capture an out of work actress who had caught the eye of one of their largest clients.  The take had gone extremely well, until one of her acting group let herself into the apartment.  The two kidnappers managed to subdue her without making too much noise but were then interrupted as two more women walked in through the open rear door.  The whole situation turned to farce with the men chasing screaming women around the apartment.  In the end they were both forced to flee empty-handed.  When the client decides on the victim to take, rather than a general harvesting assignment, it is called a custom take.  With the custom take, due the emotional attachment the client has with the potential slave it is essential that they are planned and executed professionally.  They would have to leave it for at least a year before even considering taking the women again.  The clients were furious, though no more so than Malik who was enraged at the amateur nature of both of the takes. 

 

  That morning Carl had agreed to tighten everything up and promised a more hands on, careful approach.  The earlier discussion of the recent blunders was why he was reluctant to tell Malik the latest news.  He walked slowly up to the waiting limousine.  Malik was expecting to see his new accountant as the window wound down.

 

  "She's gone"

 

  Malik scowled "Go and get her. I said she was to be excused the field today.  We need her head not her manual labour"

 

  "No I mean she's gone. Escaped.  She overpowered the Doctor and made a run for it"

 

  "Who the fuck is the Doctor?”

 

  Carl looked at his feet, reluctant to continue. 

 

  "The nurse, she calls herself the Doctor, she was in charge.”

 

  “What was Sapphire doing during all of this?"

 

  “The nurse demoted Sapphire back to the pens, so when I got there she was locked up in a pen cage.  It's a total fuck up down there. I'm trying to get my head around it myself"

 

  "For fucks sake, tell me this is a joke.  Get everyone looking for her and tell", he spat the next words, "The Doctor, I'd like to see her as soon as young Lisa's back on a leash."

 

  Lisa slumped down against a tree.  She was cut and bruised from her flight through the forest.  Her wrist rings rattled loosely as she lifted up her foot trying to remove small twigs and stones stuck in her bleeding sole.  She had been on the run for what must have been almost two hours now.  The forest was dense and since she had left the path the going was very slow.  She was forced to move clutching her breasts with both hands, to stop them painfully bouncing and to dampen the sound of the nipple bells.  The unexpected noise came from the rings on her wrist and ankle cuffs that marked out a tap with every step. The rings were threaded through an attachment on the side of each cuff.  The rings were not centred but placed  towards the top edge of the cuff.  Though the rings were almost two inches in diameter they hung completely against the steel of the cuff when she stood upright.  She had not really noticed the noise before as the rings were usually connected with chains clinking between her wrists or dragging on the floor between her ankles.  Moving silently through the forest was impossible. 

 

  Licking her hand and wrist for lubrication, she once more tried to slip a cuff from her wrist.  She held on to the bracelet and pulled hard but the metal was a perfect size, the thick rounded steel edge slid up to just below the widest point of her wrist but refused to move further.   She decided on another course of action, finding two rocks, one large and flat, the other rounded and heavy.  Placing her wrist on the flat rock, she brought down the smaller rock hard against the hinge of the cuff.  The blow barely scratched the quarter inch thick steel.  She eventually gave up fearing she was more likely to break her arm than get her wrist loose of the encircling bond.  The three inch high cuffs locked on her limbs and the accursed collar around her throat would have to be cut off when she got to freedom.

 

  At the moment freedom seemed like a distant dream.  After the heady feeling of escaping into the forest and away from the villa, the reality of her situation was dawning on her. She cursed not getting some clothes or at least stealing the Doctor's boots.  She had heard no one pursuing her and wondered if she would have had the time to find some clothes and the keys to her restraints before running.  A stab of guilt passed through her as she thought of the keys.

 

  The escape had been completely unplanned.  The Doctor had woken them in the early morning.  Standing, hands on hips, in front of their cages.  She wore the same black leather outfit as the day before and was clearly relishing her new role as trainer.  The black leather dress and the thick leather bands encircling her wrists and neck contrasted sharply with the girls’ steel bands.  It was not an outfit of submission but instead reinforced her supreme power over her caged captives.  Lisa woke up leaning against the cage wall, with Buttercup resting on her lap.

 

  “Have you two been getting up to no good, did she lick you out little Poppy?”

 

  The Doctor’s familiar sneer struck fear through Lisa.

 

  “No mistress” she answered too quickly.

 

  “Now don’t lie to me Poppy. I’m in the mood for a whipping today.  Did she lick you out?”

         

  Lisa hesitated, looking down at the prone figure of Buttercup, who looked up pleadingly.

 

  “She didn’t lick me out mistress”, Lisa gulped at the vulgar expression. 

 

  The Doctor waited, not content by the answer.

 

  “She was going to but I stopped her mistress, we didn’t do anything wrong” Lisa blushed in shame as she betrayed her cellmate.

 

  “My my! You little whores.  Your arm is not going to be big enough to fit all the punishment bracelets you’re about to get. Two little lesbians”. 

 

  The Doctor unlocked the cell door and clipped the keys back on to her leather belt.  She unclipped the whip and gestured for Lisa to leave the cage.

 

  “Out! On your knees, in submission” she pointed with the whip to a spot in front of the cage.

 

  Lisa slipped out from beneath Buttercup’s head and rushed out to kneel, legs spread, in front of the cage.  The Doctor took the ring of her collar pulling it up, so the rolled steel edge pressed against Lisa’s chin.

 

  “Are you any good slut?”

 

  “Mistress?”

 

  “Don’t play stupid, are you any good at licking, can that lying tongue of yours do more than flap”

 

  Lisa was appalled at the idea of performing oral sex on a woman, let alone the odious Doctor.  The Doctor lifted up her skirt revealing a untidy triangle of dark hair.  Lisa recoiled at the bush of hair, pulling back against the collar as the Doctor tugged her closer.  Lisa could smell the Doctor’s musty arousal.  As the Doctor pulled her closer  Lisa twisted her head around forcing the collar to slide around her neck.  She moaned as her cheek touched the matt of damp hair.

 

  “Please Mistress, anything but that. Whip me mistress, whip me instead Mistress”    

  Lisa did not know why of all the things they had made her do, the thought of this was just too much. 

  ”Oh I intend to whip you, but first you’ll show me what a dirty little lesbian whore you are”. 

 

  She slapped Lisa hard across the cheek, moving her head back so it was again facing her.  The collar was jerked forward and Lisa’s nose was plunged between the Doctor’s spread legs.  She felt the warm and slimy dampness as her nose was forced into the Doctor’s fleshy folds . She recoiled against the overwhelming smell managing again to twist away.  The Doctor went for another slap but Lisa’s hand rose instinctively. The Doctor squealed in frustration, trying to push Lisa to the floor.  Lisa’s fear made her lash out.  She almost expected to feel the customary tug of a chain restraining her but for once her arms were free.  The slap missed its target but the wrist manacle struck the Doctor hard on her temple.  The Doctor fell backwards, slumping lifeless to the floor unconscious and bleeding.  Lisa stared in horror at what she had done.

 

  “Kill her, make sure she’s dead” hissed Buttercup.

 

  “I haven‘t killed her, I can’t have killed her”

 

  “Make sure, kill her, it’s her or us, you have to”

  ”I’m not killing anyone”.  Lisa wanted to vomit.

 

  Lisa tried to find a pulse on the Doctor’s neck. She had no idea what she was doing but had always seen them do it that way on television.    Lisa sighed with relief when the Doctor groaned.

 

  “Unchain me, quickly we don’t have much time.”

 

  Lisa fumbled for the keys but was unable to unclip them from the loop.

  ”It’s the small one, get it off the ring. Quickly she’s coming around”

 

  Lisa could still see no sign of life from the Doctor apart from the odd groan but hurried anyway.  She quickly unthreaded the key and  released Buttercup from her chained hogtie.

  “Put her in the cage” Buttercup whispered. ”Get those cuffs from the wall, we’ll chain her around the bars. It’ll be hours before they find her. It’ll give us chance to get away.  We can run.  I know there‘s people on the island who aren‘t a part of all this. I can‘t believe you hit her” Buttercup was ecstatic.

 

  They propped the Doctor up against the bars of the cell. Buttercup found a large red ball gag and forced it into the Doctor’s mouth.  She buckled the gag so tightly that the straps cut  into the Doctor’s bulging cheeks.  Lisa retrieved a pair of cuffs from the cupboard.  The handcuffs had a centre hinge rather than a chain to try and prevent the Doctor getting to her gag.  Buttercup took the cuffs and locked one of the bracelets tightly around the Doctor's left wrist.  As she stepped across the Doctor’s prone body to secure the other hand behind her the Doctor had made her move.  She grabbed Buttercup’s hand and skilfully twisted her wrist, slamming the empty cuff against Buttercup’s chubby wrist.  The pawl swung around Buttercup’s wrist just above the steel bracelet and the ratchet closed tight .  Buttercup pulled back in horror.  She reached for the key lying on the stone floor but the Doctor had already spotted it, placing it in her mouth, The Doctor swallowed hard.

 

  “Get help Poppy, go now”.  The Doctor mumbled, the exertion of the fight finally having its toll.

 

  “Lisa, please get another key, Lisa please”, pleaded Buttercup pulling frantically at the cuff.

 

  “They have only one key Poppy, it’s pointless, Get help and you won’t be punished. I promise” the Doctor mumbled into her chest.

 

  Lisa looked around at the other two caged women. They shrunk back in their cages distancing themselves from the events.  Lisa saw in their eyes they were defeated, they would not even consider the possibility of escape.  Lisa quickly made up her mind. This was her chance, the chance she had been waiting for   

 

  “I’m sorry I  promise I’ll get help. I’m so sorry”

 

  “You can’t leave me. Don’t leave me”

 

  “I’m sorry”

 

  Lisa run from the room with Buttercup's screams of abuse ringing in her ears.