Part 7 - Escape!
One bird flees the coup
There was just one little problem which worried the Slob slightly. From
the original notes which had been stolen with the hypnotic equipment, he
realised that the control regime depended on a number of distinct factors which
had to operate together to reinforce one another. The tapes were certainly
important and they weren't an issue. He had learned how to apply his own
soundtrack over the base sub-liminals. An element of terror and fear was also
easy to maintain. What did give him cause for concern, however, was the supply
of the drugs which were used to boost the effect of the tapes. According to the
experimental notes the drugs were mainly needed to break down a subjects initial
resistance, and he had made sure that Suzanne was properly dosed during the
early stages of her indoctrination. However, a low level of one white powder
ought to be added to the girls' diet on an occasional basis and although he made
sure the food bowls were doctored he was running out...
As an experiment he began to slowly reduce the dose. At first there was
no apparent change. But then Suzanne made her bid for freedom...
It happened like this. The Slob had changed his usual morning routine to
indulge himself with Suzanne, giving the blonde a good hard workout which left
her shattered from a couple of powerful convulsive orgasms and himself well
sated and relaxed for the morning's work. In a good humour for once he had
locked Kirsty into her special plastic panties but left Suzanne free, telling
Kirsty she could 'reward' her friend at lunch time by sucking her into a climax.
"But no playing with yourself before then!", he warned Suzanne. "You
know the rules. You're a filthy little piece but you only have lesbo sex when I
say you can."
Suzanne hung her head in shame but her heart thudded with illicit
anticipation. She had heard all this before so many times and now she believed
it. She knew that by lunch time she would be aroused again and eager for the
delicate touch of Kirsty's tongue. The horror which would once have filled her
at the very idea of lesbian sex, let alone sex with her friend had now been
repeatedly overcome by the intensity of the sexual desire which her owner could
produce, direct and control. Poor Kirsty was overcome with jealousy and
frustration, knowing that she would be denied any relief for herself.
As soon as the Slob left the girls began their morning exercises. As
usual, both of them were naked except for their collars, and their bare breasts
bounced prettily as they made vigorous use of the equipment. As she pedalled
away on the exercise bike Suzanne was acutely conscious of the pressure of the
saddle on her exposed sex and she felt herself beginning to juice up. Already,
she longed to slip her fingers into her snatch and work herself over. But she
dare not. Even with the Slob long gone she was afraid of his wrath should he
find she had disobeyed him. The one time she had been caught in self abuse he
had caned her so hard she had thought she would never sit down again - then
she'd been kept in plastic panties for a week, at the end of which she was so
desperate for a cock inside her that she'd begged Mack to take her, sucked him
humbly to orgasm, swallowed all his jism and then spread for him, only to be
humiliated by his complete disregard for her pleasures as he brought her off
with a marrow bone which he later fed to the dog.
It was more than two hours to lunch time. If he'd left her in the
plastic panties she wouldn't be wanting her 'reward' - a 'reward' which was
rapidly turning the morning into an eternity of sexual frustration. It was all
so unfair! Even the Slob's apparent beneficence was only another form of subtle
cruelty. How she hated him! If she could only get away for a short while - get
back to her friends - get to the police. Then they could rescue Kirsty and
everything would be back to normal. Back to how it had been before she had
fallen into the clutches of this horrible and evil man.
Suzanne shook her head and blinked slowly. What was she thinking of? Of
course she hated her captor but until just now she had barely been able to
conceive of disobeying him. Now she was suddenly able to actively entertain
thoughts of escape! The lack of the drug had weakened his hold on her and for
the first time since the Slob had 'broken her in' as he liked to refer to the
completion of her primary conditioning, there was a faint ray of hope in the
cloud of despair.
Even so, nothing might have happened if the Slob had not been careless.
Normally the wardrobe (where he kept the few clothes in which the girls were
ever dressed) was kept locked whilst he was out of the flat. It was just another
security measure.
"If the blonde babes are naked they'll think twice before venturing out
onto the street", he explained to Mack one day when he was discussing the
various techniques that all helped to keep his prisoners secure. "They can't
even dream of escaping but it's an extra barrier just in case they were to get
any silly ideas. Besides, there's no need to dress 'em up unless we want to - I
like the French maid uniforms occasionally but for routine, day to day use, a
bare blonde babe is quite adequate don't you think!"
But this time, Suzanne had got a 'silly' idea. She crept into the
bedroom and found the wardrobe unlocked! Her heart beat rapidly as she scrabbled
for some clothes, trying to assemble the most respectable outfit that she could.
That wasn't at all easy! The Slob only kept clothes which were designed to show
off his toys' sexuality and they were certainly not designed for outdoor wear.
But Suzanne did the best she could, pulling on a pair of sheer black stockings
and suspenders, a ludicrously short mini skirt, a pair of shiny black high heels
and a tight black tee shirt that revealed her bare belly button and was cut low
enough to display a generous slice of cleavage. She looked at herself in the
mirror and gave a grimace, recognising that her appearance was outrageously
provocative. To think that she had recently considered the chance to wear such
clothes as a reward for good behaviour! She wanted to scream, shaking now with a
mixture of fear and rage. Still, there was one more thing she could do. She
slipped her hand behind her neck and managed to undo the hateful dog collar,
which was the most humiliating badge of her slavery, casting it away with a
grimace of disgust.
In the living room, Kirsty regarded her friend with wide eyes and open
mouth.
"What are you doing?", she squeaked in horror. "If the Slob catches you,
he'll kill you!"
Her own conditioning had been in place for that much longer and despite
the reduced dose of the drug, she had not yet reached the point of freedom which
Suzanne now aspired to.
Suzanne went over to her timid friend and surprised herself by planting
a tender kiss full on her mouth. Evidently some aspects of the conditioning had
persisted and Suzanne finally drew away in a mixture of confusion and blushes.
"Don't worry, Kirsty, I'm going to get some help. I'll get us both out
of here! Just hang on!"
Suzanne felt a shiver of fear as she dared to open the door of the flat
and venture outside for the first time in months. It rapidly turned into a
shiver of cold - it was a brisk April day and she was exposing far too much bare
flesh for the weather conditions.
"I have to get away from here!", she told herself with more urgency than
she would have imagined possible only a few minutes ago. She nearly tripped as
she tottered down the stairs and into the street. If she could get to the
railway station she could get a train back to somewhere she know. This area was
terrible and she was desperate to be anywhere else. At any moment she might
encounter the Slob! She nearly ran to the station in constant fear of discovery.
Reaching the entrance to the platform she heaved a sigh of relief but it was
then that she hit a serious problem. There were no staff at the station but to
get past the unmanned ticket barriers she would need a ticket. She looked round
anxiously at the ticket machines but of course she had no money. In desperation
she considered vaulting over the barriers and she was just trying to climb them
when a loud cough from behind made her stumble backwards, embarrassed as she
realised she had been caught in the act and had showed an indecent slice of leg
in the process.
"What's the matter dear, can't get your leg over?", said the new arrival
with a low chuckle.
He was a skinhead in his early twenties with a nasty scar on one cheek
and a nasty leer for Suzanne as she bit her lip and considered anxiously what to
do next. Kirsty would have recognised him as Ricky - an 'enforcer' for the Slob
who had had his way with her at the Slob's 'party', but Suzanne had never seen
him before and although he had never seen or heard of her either, the appearance
of this sexy young woman had aroused more than just his interest.
"C.. could you,, could you just lend me a pound so I can get on to the
platform?", she pleaded but even as she asked the question she sensed somehow
that it was hopeless.
"Of course I can't", the skinhead said as if amused by the very idea. "I
can't be a party to a criminal act now can I? It seems to me you'd be trying to
skip on a train next without paying your fare. You look like the type that would
try that."
It was a horrible feeling but under the cold intelligent gaze of this
horrid man, Suzanne felt all her earlier confidence wither. Suddenly she was as
timid as a mouse again, trembling and scared.
"Of course", the skin head said thoughtfully as if considering a dubious
possibility, "you could earn your self some money. My guess is that you've got a
cute little body under that outfit of yours. And I bet you've rented it out to a
few customers before today. How about you and me go to the back of my van and
you let me give you a good shagging in return for some travelling money? Does
that sound fair enough?"
Suzanne was horrified. No sooner had she escaped the clutches of the
Slob than she was being propositioned like some cheap whore. But that was
exactly what she looked like, she realised in despair. How could the man think
anything else when he saw her dressed like this? It was all too much for her.
She wanted to cry but she bit her lip and resisted the urge. There was no
choice. She decided suddenly that she would just have to do it - let this man
have his way with her body and give her the means to escape. After all, the Slob
had done so much to her by now that it surely couldn't be worse to do this of
her own free will? And yet she still felt immeasurably soiled and cheapened as
she bowed her head and let him take her by the hand and lead her out to the
station car park.
The skinhead had the keys for a large blue transit van painted with the
logos of a builder's merchant. He opened the back door - "get inside and wait
for me!", he said brusquely. "I have to make a phone call."
She couldn't hear his conversation as she crouched in the corner but it
only took a few moments...
"Rita? It's Ricky here. Listen, I thought you ought to know that there's
a free lancer working on your patch. Yeah that's right. I haven't seen her here
before and she's not one of yours, I thought you might like to check it out...
I'm at the station. Give us half an hour, will you..."
The door opened with a bang and suddenly the man was towering over her.
"Ready then girlie? Let's get on with it, I haven't got all day..."
Ricky whistled when he pulled her skirt up and saw Suzanne had no
panties. "Ready for business, eh girl?", he mocked her. He fucked her just as
she was, making the back of the van bounce, squeezing her breasts and planting
unwelcome kisses all over her face.
"C...C... Can I have my money now", she said after he'd flooded her
flesh with his juices and sat back with a sigh.
"Not yet", he told her cruelly. "I enjoyed that so much I think I'd like
to have you again. It'd be rude to offend a good customer like me, now wouldn't
it? And this time I want you up the arse!"
So poor Suzanne was obliged to bend over and lift her skirt for a second
assault. She was sobbing quietly by the time he finished - this had been a much
longer and more brutal invasion and his hands had done even more cruel things to
her breasts as he impaled her, ripping the tee shirt and groping her lush young
body with evident enjoyment and no regard for her own feelings.
"L.. l.. let me go now!", she finally demanded, but he pushed her back
with a firm kiss.
Suzanne was beginning to realise that this man had no intention of
paying for the liberties he had taken with her body and she just wanted to get
away. She felt a terrible intimation of horror.
"Not quite yet girlie", the man said, glancing at his watch. "There's
someone I'd like you to meet. I don't think she'll be very pleased about an
unlicensed newcomer on her territory!"
"W.. w.. what do you mean?"
But Suzanne suddenly knew what he meant! She had to get away!
There was a knock on the back of the van door.
"Come in"
Rite McGiven opened the door and when she saw Suzanne in the back of the
van her eyes opened wide.
"It's you!", she said with a venomous snarl to which Suzanne could only
manage an answering squeak.
"It seems you too know each other after all", Ricky said with
interest...
It was quite easy for Ricky and Rita to overcome Suzanne's wild but
inadequate thrashing about as she sought to escape. She managed one scream
before the skinhead backhanded her and she fell into a dazed silence. Before she
could recover, Rita had a strangle hold round her neck and was instructing Ricky
to truss her legs and arms with a roll of black tape in the back of the van. In
less than a minute Suzanne was safely bound and gagged.
"So you've come across this piece of fluff before then?", Ricky said.
"And I gather she isn't your favourite bit of stuff. What's the story and what
are you going to do to her?"
So Rita explained that Suzanne was the Slob's property and told the
story of how she had come into his possession and the deal that the Slob has
struck concerning her 'private' use.
"I don't blame you for taking advantage of the silly trollop", Rita
concluded. "The daft bitch was asking for it, parading herself on the station
like that. I don't know how she imagined she was going to escape. Still, I'm
sure her owner will be pleased to have her back again and I've no doubt he'll
deal with this piece of wanton disobedience very severely indeed! Before he
starts on the little slut, I think she owes me something for the trouble of
recapturing her. I think I'll have her over my knee and give her a damn good
hiding!"
And so saying, she removed Suzanne's high heels, bent the squirming and
vulnerable young blonde over her knee and proceeded to beat her bare bottom with
the sole of her own shoes. The high heels proved to be an admirable instrument
of correction, flexible enough to comfortably absorb the shock of each blow but
hard enough to deliver plenty of Rita's venom. Soon Suzanne was sobbing loudly
and he buttocks were glowing bright red and all but blistering from the
punishment.
As Rita had predicted, the Slob was delighted to have Suzanne returned
to the nest. He had returned to the flat for lunch and only just discovered her
escape when Rita and Rick arrived with the thoroughly subdued young woman
wrapped in a black plastic bag and slung over Rick's shoulder like a carpet.
"Your little bit of stuff, I believe", he said with a grin. "Try and
take more care of her in future will you?"
The Slob was so relieved to have his prisoner back in custody he wasn't
in the slightest riled by Rick's irritating good humour and promised to buy him
a beer later. When the young thug had gone, however and Suzanne was unwrapped on
the sofa with her eyes wide and terrified it was quite a different story. Now
the Slob could let his anger show. Rita sat beside him with a grim smile on her
face. She was looking forward to witnessing Suzanne's punishment if the Slob
would allow it.
"Well, young lady", he said. "You have been a very, very naughty little
girlie, haven't you?"
He stroked her legs and pinched the tender skin on her bare bottom,
making her flinch in pain. "After all I've done for you as well and on the very
day I'd promised you a nice little lunch time 'gasm from your friend Kirsty? It
really is too bad! I've obviously been far too lenient with you, haven't I?"
His eyes were a steely menace that made Suzanne shiver.
"That will have to change now, I'm afraid. I shall spank you, of course
- that goes without saying. And then a dose of the strap and the cane would seem
to be in order and I rather think I shall have you whipped as well but somehow
that doesn't seem enough... Stronger measures are called for! I shall take the
afternoon off to deal with you and my father will help."
"May I offer a suggestion?", Rita said. She bent to whisper in the
Slob's ear and soon a grin was splitting his face from ear to ear.
"An excellent idea, Rita. I think that would be most fitting! Do you
have the equipment? Excellent! Yes, we'll begin with that shall we?"
To Kirsty's astonishment the Slob suddenly grabbed her by the arm and
dragged her over to the sofa.
"Lick you friend's tits Kirsty!", the Slob ordered. "I want her nipples
stiffened up so they're nice and sensitive."
The girls had been given many lessons in stimulating one another and the
conditioning was very effective. Despite her dread and ignorance of what was to
come, Suzanne couldn't help herself. When Kirsty began delicately running her
tongue over her breasts Suzanne became rapidly and helplessly aroused and her
nipples were soon in the state the Slob wanted. She hadn't noticed him take hold
of a small metal implement which Rita passed over from her handbag. He pinched
her right nipple sharply and then suddenly applied a staple gun and pierced the
delicate skin. Suzanne screamed, quite unable to keep silent. The Slob completed
the job on the other nipple, ignoring her cries of pain.
"You're going to be decorated now my dear", he said conversationally.
"Rita has some nice little nipple rings which will look very pretty on your
titties and will help in your punishment!"
The cruel woman reached into her handbag and brought forth a pair of
tiny metal rings. Suzanne had no opportunity to object as the Slob slipped the
cold metal carefully through the new holes he had pierced in her flesh.
"Very nice", he said admiring the effect. Now Suzanne was taken into the
bedroom. She was made to kneel on a wooden chair facing the wall. Her arms were
tied high above her head and secured to the ceiling hook where she had been
suspended on the first day the Slob had enjoyed her body. But it was the new
nipple rings which allowed the Slob to refine his punishment of the hapless
young slave girl. He took half an hour to drill and plug two hooks in the wall
then fastened a short metal chain from each one on to the hated rings. The lush
little blonde was now compelled to bend right over the back of the chair to
lessen the dreadful tugging on her breasts. This thrust her bare bottom nicely
into the air and left her head pushed down between her arms. The Slob took two
lengths of twine and wrapped them round the base of Suzanne's breasts tying them
quite tight to make the stretched flesh balloon a little. The other end of the
twine was secured to the wall hooks. If she pulled back from the wall the young
woman could stretch her breasts to a painful degree and might even have torn the
rings away but the twine formed a much stronger bond and the way he had tied it
the Slob was confident that his victim would be unable to pull back far enough
to inflict any permanent damage by tearing her nipples By now Suzanne was
sobbing in trepidation and promising never to disobey her owner again. But the
Slob was determined to administer a lesson she would never forget. A collar was
fastened around the young woman's neck again and a loop of rope fastened to the
back and secured through the ceiling hook kept her head upright.
"Perfect", said the Slob as he ran his hand over the vulnerable blonde's
quivering body. Mack had arrived and brought Kirsty into the bedroom to witness
her friend's punishment.
"What do you think Dad?"
Suzanne's bottom was displayed in an ideal position for beating. Her
breasts were nicely separated and pulled out into a degree of tension which left
them deliciously exposed for any punishment they wanted to meet out. And she
could not escape.
"I think the tart needs sorting out", said Mack. "Let's get to it!"
The Slob was as good as his word and beat Suzanne with all the
instruments he had threatened her with. Father and son took it in turns to apply
the punishment. Sometimes one would attend to her bottom whilst the other beat
her breasts but the men always allowed time for their victim to relax between
the application of each implement so that she had partially recovered and was
capable of feeling the full impact of each new tool. When they delivered
simultaneous punishment, her bottom was always treated to the harsher of two
instruments and they went comparatively easy on her mammary glands so as not to
inflict any permanent damage. But even the relatively mild beatings which they
did deliver were bad enough and soon the fat globes of her breasts were
decorated with multiple pink lines of agony.
The men started lightly with the strap and bare hands, graduated to a
switch and strap, a crop and the switch, the cane and the crop and finally the
whip and the cane.
Whilst she was being beaten, the Slob stuck a sheet of paper on the wall
in Suzanne's eye line.
"This is a little reminder of your position", he told her. "I want you
to memorise it. And you'd better be word perfect when I ask you to say it!"
Kirsty watched the beatings over the long afternoon in horror and
terror. The sobbing girl was made to repeat the long mantra of abject apology
printed on the wall, time after time. Poor Suzanne found the whole experience
unbelievably painful and humiliating. She would never ever disobey her owner
again!
But even when they were finished with the beating the men had one final
excruciating degradation for Suzanne. Kept in the punishment position, the raw
and acutely sensitive skin of her left buttock was tattooed with a black die,
which Mack applied with a sharp needle.
"Property of the Slob. If found, please spank this arse and return it to
its rightful owner."
Only in the early evening did the Slob finally relent, letting the girl
down to kneel at his feet and utter her pretty speech one more time. He was very
gratified by the feeling she put into it, convinced that for the moment at any
rate she believed it.
"The Slob is my master. He owns this body to do with as he wants. It is
merely a convenient fuck toy for him to play with. He owns my tits, my mouth, my
legs, my bottom, my bum hole and my cunt. I am a stupid slut and only fit to be
used as an instrument of my master's desire or for the gratification of his
friends. I am a worthless damp little tramp and I do not deserve any relief for
my own wanton animal cravings. I will keep my hands away from the pleasure
portal between my legs unless my master tells me otherwise because he owns it
and self-abuse is abuse of my master's property. My owner is right to punish me
whenever I make him angry. If my owner sees fit to permit me an orgasm I will
climax promptly and thank him sincerely for the privilege. I will obey the Slob
at all times and I will keep this body in good condition and ready for him
whenever he wants to use it."
"Very good", said the Slob. "You seem to understand your role here at
last. I shall have you repeat that speech every morning and strap you once for
every word that isn't perfect."
Then he slipped his swollen cock into her mouth and let her suck it
gratefully, swallowing his sperm as he squirted it down her throat.
"By all means make use of the silly tart this week if you want too Dad",
he said as he zipped himself up and fastened Suzanne's collar round her neck
again. "But keep it to anal or oral and don't let her come. A week of
frustration is part of her punishment."
He turned to Kirsty, who had been made to watch her friend's ordeal in
silence.
"Now, my naughty little maid, I'd better deal with you, hadn't I? Don't
think you're getting away with it! You should never have let your friend get out
of the flat. Bend over the table! My friend Michael wants a few words with your
bottom my dear!"
