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by Zebulon This is a work of fiction. 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.
This story may be reposted anywhere as long as (1) proper credit is given, (2) I am informed of
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posted. Feedback is welcome. zebulon@fastmail.ca (MF, FF, Bond) * * * * * Start of Part 13 * * * *
* For the last several weeks of the semester, Penny found herself becoming more and more accustomed
to her status of Master Randall's property. There was something oddly comforting in it. She was
still torn by conflicting emotions, but since she didn't have any real choice, there was no sense
of guilt. And she also found herself becoming more and more attracted to Master Randall himself.
Her sex life had certainly never been better. Then the semester came to an end. It was the Saturday
following the last final examination. Graduation was scheduled for the next day. Randall was
sitting on the swivel chair in Penny's little house looking at his three totally naked slaves
standing in a line before him. He had told them to pretty themselves up for final inspection. Laura
was calm. Whatever her Master had in mind, whatever would come next, he would take care of her. She
was eagerly awaiting the future. Kim Ann was resigned. Her Master had shown her a copy of a CIA
report--fake--about the accidental assassination of a far eastern agent and a newspaper
article--real--about a prominent Hong Kong businessman who sold his firm, retired, and disappeared
with his American wife. The loose ends of her old life were tied up and she didn't much care what
her new life would hold. She was only vaguely curious about what was to follow. Penny was
apprehensive. A major transition was clearly at hand. Randall was graduating and it was obvious he
was planning to leave the area. She fervently hoped he would take her with him. But he could be
getting ready to sell her to someone else. He had made a point of telling her that he could do
that. What would she do if he did? What choices did she have? What was going to happen next? None
of them had long to wait. Almost as soon as his inspection was finished, they became aware of the
sounds of a heavy truck driving up faculty row. The girls weren't surprised to hear it pull to a
stop at the turnoff to Penny's house. There was a distant sound of the cab door opening and
slamming shut. And then the sound of footsteps approaching on the gravel path. The three girls were
still at attention with their backs to the front door. Randall was calmly watching them and
waiting. They expected to hear a knock at the door momentarily. But then there was the sound of
another, smaller vehicle coming along the main road and turning up the gravel path. The footsteps
stopped. The car came to a stop. A door opened and closed. "Roger, you son-of-a-bitch," came a loud
cowboy voice, "what are you doing out here in the wilderness? I thought you never left Europe?"
"Hello, Andrew," replied a very cultured British accent. "Andy," barked the cowboy, half laughing.
"Andy. Yes, of course. "Put er there, Pard." "The last time I shook your hand, I almost lost three
fingers." The cowboy laughed heartily, "All right you wimp," he said good naturedly. And there
followed a loud slap like the clapping of a large meaty hand on an unsuspecting back. "Ahhh," came
a startled voice, "I wish you colonists weren't so bloody friendly." Another hearty laugh. "So what
the hell are you doing way out here in the boonies?" "A special pick-up for a Swiss buyer." "A pick
up? You? But I thought . . ." "There's probably more than one, Andrew." "Oh yeah, Pard, sure."
Penny felt herself go cold. Randall saw her skin break out in goose bumps as the steps came up to
the door. Randall motioned to Laura who ran over and opened the door even before the two strangers
could knock. They were both so stereotypical it hurt. The trucker looked to be in his early forties
and was dressed in a cowboy shirt, western jeans, and boots. He wore a ten gallon hat. The Brit was
probably in his early fifties and dressed in conservative suit and bowler. As they entered the
house the Englishman removed his hat, the cowboy didn't. Laura closed the door and then returned to
her place in line. "Ladies," said, Randall, "as I'm sure you've guessed, we are going to take a
little trip." The two strangers were examining the three girls. The cowboy wore a big, Texas grin.
The Englishman studied them with detached professional interest. "Laura. Kim Ann." "Master?" They
replied almost in unison. "Get dressed." And they were gone. Penny was very conscious of her
nakedness and of having been singled out. "Mr. Parker, did you have any trouble at the apartment?"
"Andy," he emphasized with a smile. "Andy." "Not at all, Pard. I found the key and got everything
loaded up." "Great. As soon as the girls are ready, you can load them, too." "What about luggage?"
"None to speak of. One small satchel each. Master Eugene has made arrangements concerning
everything else." "Will-do, Pard. I'll just go check on the little fillies." And so saying he
followed Laura and Kim Ann to the back room. "Does he always talk like that?" Randall asked after
Andy had left the room. "Always," Mr. Orson replied. "Well, anyway, if you'd care to have a seat. .
. ." The Englishman took a seat in a large chair near the kitchen. "Penny." She was instantly
attentive and so nervous she felt ill. "Please show yourself to Mr. Orson." Penny gulped and then
went through her display ritual. There was one moment when standing with her back to the
Englishman, legs spread, bent over, pulling her ass cheeks wide for his inspection--a moment when
she thought she might throw up." "Very nice," the stranger said to Master Randall. "And smell
this," her Master said, walking up behind Penny. He slapped her hard on the ass and then ran a
couple of fingers through her moist twat. He held out his fingers in front of the other's face. The
Englishman leaned forward and sniffed as if inspecting a rare wine vintage. His face brightened
with surprise and pleasure. "How extraordinary." Randall said, "All right, Penny, go get dressed."
She left with feelings of great unease. She passed Laura, Kim Ann, and the cowboy on her way to the
bedroom. Laura read her face. She stopped for a brief moment, took the trembling teacher by the
shoulders, and looking directly into her eyes said, "It will be all right. Just relax." The words
were welcome, but didn't help. And then the two students were gone and Penny was alone to hurry
into her clothes. She wanted to get back as soon as possible to hear what her Master and the
stranger were saying. But by the time she returned the important part of the conversation seemed to
be over. "Penny," she heard, almost as soon as she entered the room. "Yes, Master?" "You are going
to travel with Mr. Orson. On this trip you are going to be his step-daughter, Leslie Orson. He's
got all of your travel papers. He is going to be taking you to a lady in the Swiss Alps. If she
likes you, she will become your new Mistress." Penny was wearing a frozen, blank expression. Her
Master, her father, her God was rejecting her, sending her out into the wilderness. What had she
done wrong? He added, "You be sure she likes you--understand?" "Yes, Master," she replied with a
quaver in her voice.

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 Randall considered her reaction for a moment and then said, "Come here, dear."
She walked up to him. "You're a delightful girl and I've loved you very much." She looked up into
his eyes as if trying to read the meaning behind them. "But I can't keep you." She wanted to ask,
'Why not?' but had enough sense to say nothing. "If you're lucky," he continued, "this Mistress
will want you for her own. From what Mr. Orson tells me, your life with her will be very good." She
looked over at the Englishman who seemed to be nodding slightly in agreement. "If she doesn't like
you, you will probably be sold at auction--and then I have no idea where you will go or what your
life will be like." Penny wanted to cry. Randall put his arms around her and kissed her deeply one
last time. Then he turned to Mr. Orson and said, "Double commission, plus bonus. Just be sure to
make the proper exchange--you've got some pictures along with the transfer papers." He handed a
thin file to the Englishman. "Contact me through Master Slade when you've got an answer and if all
goes well, I'll tell you where to make delivery." "And, if not?" Penny felt another cold chill run
through her. "Well," replied her Master, "then we'll just have to see, I guess." "Actually, I
wouldn't worry about it," the Englishman volunteered. With what you're got to offer . . ." he was
looking at Penny, ". . . and the trade you have in mind, she'd be out of her mind not to accept."
He smiled at the prospect. "She'll bitch about it, but she'll say yes. And, of course, the cash
will more than cover my commission--even considering your generosity." "You just close the deal,
and it will be worth every penny." "You realize, of course, that if Mr. Turkell is even half right,
you're passing up a huge sum by not putting her on the open market?" Randall smiled. "Master
Eugene, doesn't know everything that goes on in my head, despite the fact that he thinks he does."
Then he looked sharply at Mr. Orson. "You didn't discuss any of this with him, did you?" "Of course
not. But the girl's reputation proceeds her. And your mentor's estimate of her value is common
knowledge." "So much the better." And then he turned to Penny and added, "You hear that? I'm
passing up a fortune by trying to place you with Mistress Viola." Then he slapped her on the ass
one last time and said, "All right, I've got to scoot." The Englishman said, "Please go ahead. I've
got to discuss a few things with Leslie before we take to the road." Randall left, without a
backward glance. * * * * * As he walked along the gravel path leading from the little cottage one
last time he felt a certain nostalgic break with the past. The 18-wheeler parked at the
intersection ahead started up at his approach. "Hey, Pard," came a voice from the cab. "You want to
ride up here or back with the girls?" "I think I'll join you for awhile." He walked around the cab
and climbed in. "What do you know about Master Slade?" The cowboy put the truck in gear. "Slade,
huh?" He laughed out loud. "He was Delwin when I first met him and he's had at least a half dozen
different names since then." Randall's eyebrows raised. "But he's about the best trainer you'll
ever meet, and one of the finest men that ever sucked air." The cowboy grinned broadly, "You'll
like him." * * * * * After she had watched her former Master leave, Penny turned to Mr. Orson who
was checking through a set of documents in a large zippered wallet. "Do you have a purse, that
matches that outfit, girl?" "Yes, Master," she answered with great sorrow in her voice. I'm not a
Master. And on the road, please call me father. You're supposed to be my daughter. If you need to
refer to me by name, I am Roger Orson. "Yes . . . father." "Hmmm. Well go fetch the purse and try
to cheer up. You look like a funeral." When she returned he started handing her documents. This is
your passport, Leslie. And these are your tickets. . . ." After he finished with the documents and
reviewing the cover story, he asked if she were clear on everything. "Yes, father." "Blast, girl,
you sound like death at a tax audit. I wish you were fully trained." He looked at her intensely for
a moment and then snapped his fingers. Do you have a black dress? "Yes, father." She looked at him
curiously. "And a black purse to match?" "Yes, father." "Good. Go get into them, and be sure not to
forget anything when you transfer the contents of the purse. Remember what I said about going to
meet your mother in Switzerland?" "Yes, father?" "Well forget it. Mother's dead and we're going to
pick up the body." She looked at him blankly for a long moment and then laughed. Then she left to
do has she had been told. He smiled at her as she went to change. It looked like the trip wouldn't
be nearly as arduous as he had imagined. * * * * * Two weeks later, Randall was sitting down to
dinner at Master Eugene's table. The formal training of Laura and Kim Ann was going splendidly and
he had flown down from Canada for the weekend to thank his mentor properly. Even though he had only
been gone a short while, Carolena, Alexia, and Leticia acted as if he hadn't been back in ages.
They assured him everything was set and that dinner would be magnificent. The Master was equally
pleased to see him but considerably more restrained. "You are going to be a superstar, my boy," he
said over pre-dinner cocktails, "and I will be proud to have been your sponsor." They spent most of
the early evening discussing the fallout of the disappearance of Miss Taylor and Laura. There was
some speculation that they had run off with each other. Nor was anyone aware that Kim Ann had
disappeared as well. It was probably assumed she had gone back to Hong Kong. Most importantly, no
one had noticed anything unusual about Randall's having left after graduation. The bottom line
seemed to be that there was nothing to worry about. Dinner was indeed special. Letty had outdone
herself. The girls took turns serving. And then dessert! The dessert was something flamb‚, but just
what wasn't important. It was served by Victoria. As soon as the Master caught sight of her he
jumped out of his chair and, after a frozen moment, tried to hug her. It was a matter of dexterity
and luck that no one got burned and that the house didn't go up in flames. A great many
explanations were required, but it came down to the fact that Victoria was a gift of thanks and
appreciation from prot‚g‚ to mentor. Randall steadfastly refused to accept even a single dollar's
compensation from Master Eugene who guessed immediately how Randall had achieved her purchase.
"This makes Victoria the most expensive slave I've ever owned." He smiled at her and she beamed
back. Later that night they were all naked around the hot tub. Randall was lying on a bench being
totally massaged by Alexia. Carolena and Leticia were in the tub kissing and nuzzling each other.
And Master Eugene was perched on the side of the tub with his feet dangling in the water. Victoria
was in the water between his legs trying to give him the most enjoyable blow job he had ever had.
She thought to herself, 'Lady Viola had been a nice enough Mistress, but no one would ever replace
Master Eugene in her heart.' It was just the way you felt about your first Master. * * * * * End of
Part 13 * * * * * BLACKMAILED INTO BONDAGE by Zebulon This story may be reposted anywhere as long
as (1) proper credit is given, (2) I am informed of where it is being posted, and (3) I am allowed
free access to the web site where it is being posted. * * * * * 

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