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BEAUTY AND THE BEASTIE [ part 1 ] It had been a rotten drive home through blinding sheets of rain after a very rough week. The higher into the mountains he drove, the worse it got. Rain turned to sleet, sleet to freezing rain and snow. In these conditions, his real military Hummer was no better than any civilian off-road vehicle. His best friend and partner Brad had turned on him, attempting to assist a hostile takeover of the company they had fought and clawed up from his father’s garage. Confirmed through extensive contracts, as leader of innovative solutions in the technical end of corporate and governments internet security business. They had held of aggressive rivals and dubious absorption attempts disguised as partnerships to remain free and in control. After fighting tooth and nail for five arduous days and loosing the share proxy fight, Brad had gone out for lunch at the same place he always had, as if nothing had happened. And while he had sat seething in his office at this nonchalant temerity, Brad had returned to his office next to his and blew his brains out. From a blood splattered hand written note, he retrieved from under Brad’s body, he finally discovered the reason for the betrayal. His lifelong friend had contracted HIV witch had quickly developed into full-blown AIDS. Brad was frantically trying to assemble the millions the sale of his shares in the company would bring him, to spend on every outrageous or not, cure for his fatal disease. Over the years because of their close friendship and the fact neither had been married, many had erroneously believed their partnership extended beyond the business. But he at least had simply been too absorbed, as the two who had built Microsoft, in the business to get around to it. Apparently Brad had actually been both gay and unlucky, he was neither. Now, because of their survivor clause in their agreement, he was sole owner and chief shareholder. Leaving his lawyers to work out the paperwork over the weekend, he had drove off up into the mountains to his ski lodge to just get away. Having had about as much as he could stand of his fellow devious humans for a while. Spotting the expansive multi room log and fieldstone chalet on a cross-country ski trip a few years ago, he had bought it at a bankruptcy auction as a personal hideaway. It was up in a valley off a growing town astride a major highway where it cut through the mountains. He had only been there twice since as their business blossomed and had to hire a local to keep the place up.
Beautie rescued from out of Chaos Just as he made the last curve leading towards his goal, an old car swerved out, glancing off his bumper and careered into a big old tree sideways. Both the hood and trunk flew up as the great oak absorbed the impact, unmoved. He pulled around pointing his headlights at the wreck and turned on the high beams. Pulling his hood over his head, he grabbed a flashlight, slipping, sliding, and going down on one knee. As he struggled, just to get over to the car through the ice and slush. The passenger side door was stuck and since the whiff of gasoline came to his nose, he drove his fist into the window, then reached in, bracing his feet, pulled on the door, trying to pry it open. The interior was filling with smoke and a little girl’s form slumped out at him when he finally yanked the door open. He scooped her up, slipped and fell, but rolled, landing on his shoulder, but keeping the girl up out of the slush. He opened the rear driver’s side door and laid the girl down on top of the boxes of supplies he had filled the vehicle with in the town below. His right arm was going numb, but he made it back to the car for the driver. In front, the drivers’ arms had broken the steering wheel off either side of the column that was now pinning him to the front seat. The impact with the tree had crumpled the driver’s door in. From the resulting angles both the drivers left arm and leg were in, they had to be broken. He slid inside, facing the front and bracing his feet on the large dashboard, shoved with his legs. All those years of swimming and cross country skiing paid off as he was able to push the front bench seat backwards enough and when the driver slumped sideways maneuvered, coughing and wheezing from the smoke, to pull him out of the wreck. The man had a heavy build and it took all his strength to pull him towards his car by his sliding his arms under his and pulling him backward around the front of his vehicle and towards the passenger door. At least a few moans that came from his lips as he carefully slid him inside, and buckled him in, announced the driver was still alive. Just as he slammed the door shut and was about to walk around to the front of his car to get in the drivers’ door, the old Merc went up in a ball of flame, tendrils of which reached his hood. The car was totally enveloped by the time he made it around the back of the RV to his door and backed it up. The trip down was as bad as the one up, but he made it without adding any mechanically disabling bash ups. Driving up to the brightly lit emergency entrance he ran inside for help and soon those who he had rescued were safely inside. As he sat slumped in a small waiting room, head on the chest of his winter coat, a pair of dark blue uniform trousers walked up. “Sir, was it you who brought the man and his daughter down from the fiery crash in the hills?” “Yes, Officer” He replied looking up. “One of our units responded to the fire, reported no sign of survivors and then followed the tracks of your vehicles decent until they slid into a ditch” “Yes it was not easy getting back down” He replied. “I think you need a little triage yourself” The police officer informed him. “Your right glove is dripping blood out of its fingers” The next thing he remembered was the dimmed light of a small hospital room. “Well you certainly sliced up that arm” A hospital blue garbed doctor informed him as he walked in. ”Not deep but from wrist to elbow in one long straight line” He lifted up his right arm, or tried to. “No it will not be much use to you for quite a while” The doctor went on. “Nicked an artery and the resultant swelling pinched of the nerves running through your elbow joint” “How long?” He inquired. “ I make my living using a keyboard” “Three months of constantly changing bandages, light therapy and not using your lower arm” He instructed. “Then six months to a year taking it easy” “Your joking” He replied. “I am one of the best neurosurgeons around, and I never joke about work” He replied, a very “Listen or else” expression on his face. “If you gradually work up to it, in a year the nerves will be back up to speed. You try pushing them, and you just might as well cut the arm off now and get over it” The PDF he was carrying in his hand chimed. Reading it, he then inquired. “You brought Dan and his daughter down from the mountains yesterday?” “Yes, rescuing them is how I got myself cutup” He replied. “Dan has multiple fractures of his arm, hip and leg on his left side. As well as cracked ribs where the wheel pinned him up against the seat” The doctor informed him. ”Maybe even nerve damage to his spine but until someone comes up with the cash for tomography, we will not have any idea. Never mind his diabetes is acting up again” “And as he has no medical insurance, not much hope of any great recovery” The doctor informed him as he walked out. “He pushed the button for the nurse and requested both the cell phone from his clothes and the hospitals administrator please see him at his first opportunity, when she answered his call. “No problem for you, hero” She said as she left to find the whereabouts of his cell phone. A few minutes later, while a nurse and an aide were changing his bandages the hospital administrator arrived. “And what can we do for a local hero” Was the opening line of everyone who came to see him today. “I understand my employee is going to require extensive surgery and hospital stay” He inquired. “And it was thought he had no medical insurance” “Yes the Emblings have been around here for many years, always solid and giving a good days work, but never really getting ahead” Came the answer. ”He had created a very well respected landscaping firm, but when his wife came down with cancer, mortgaged everything in a futile attempt to save her. And when she died, he let everything go, including the ancestral home” “My firm has very comprehensive coverage and I assure you everything he needs will be covered” He said. “You do not mind if I acquire conformation first” The administrator replied. “We know Dan, but not you” “No problem” the man replied dialing his cellphone. “Robert, as comptroller I need t you too hook up with the local hospital to arrange medical coverage for one of our employees” He told whoever was on the line. “No, I am fine but the man I employee as the groundskeeper for my cabin was involved in a bad car wreck and is going to need extensive care” He continued. “What do you mean you fired him over the phone because it sounded like he was drunk?” He inquired. “You idiot he was having a diabetic attack” “Now listen Robert” He angrily informed the man at the other end of the line. “Take one million dollars that is probably just lying around and transfer it to whatever account the hospital administrator gives you. And Robert, if I hear of the slightest hesitation in covering any of out employees medical needs, your history, understand?” “You have that much, just on hand?’ The administrator inquired. “After I won a proxy fight for control of my corporation last week the shares doubled, and the medical coverage account holds ten percent of the companies share value in an untouchable escrow account” “You are Roland Charlemagne of World Security Systems then” He inquired. “ My friends just call me Roc” He replied, handing over his phone “But yes that’s me” After exchanging, a few words with the corporate comptroller, the hospital administrator handed the unit back. Said “No problem then, mister Charlemagne” And left A few minutes later as they were finishing applying medication to his arm and bandaging it back up, he made a decision that was to forever alter his life. The door to his room softly closed behind a thin preteen female in a worn slip dress and tattered running shoes. “They told me you were covering everything my dad would need to fully recover and eventually hopefully get better” She quietly stated. “Yes” Was all he could get out looking at that ever so sweet young face. “We Emblings always pay our debts” She replied. “As I have no money, will you accept this as payment” She inquired and with one swift motion slipped the dress off over her head, and stood their nude in front of him” “I’ll take that as a yes” She replied, slipping the dress back on and walking out. “You are aware we just witnessed her giving herself to you” The nurse calmly said as she finished dressing his arm. “The Emblings are known for paying their bills and trustworthiness” “Congratulations on your acquisition she said as they walked out. “He frantically pushed the nurse call button until she returned. “What now?” She inquired. ”You are not the only patient on this floor you know” “The Embling girl” He stuttered. “Susan is a fine hard working young girl and you will not be disappointed with her” She calmly informed him. “But” He finally got out. “Welcome to Ropeville Mr. Charlemagne” She said. “We will be back with her after rounds to make sure you both understand the commitment’s you have legally carried out in front of witnesses’”
Commitments; It was after dark when the door to his room opened and four adults walked in. The first two were police, complete with body armor and weapons, sent his heart racing. Behind came the hospital administrator and the nurse that had been dressing his arm when Susan Embling had pledged herself to him in payment for her father’s medical bills. As the two police officers approached, they separated, revealing the little thin nude body of Susan, dressed only in chromed interconnected chains at neck, wrists and ankles. One police officer held a chain leading to the collar around her neck. “I see by your monitors, your heart rate and blood pressure are elevated” The administrator told him. “We do not usually involve our constabulary in these routine matters” He continued. “But it was thought Susan being formally turned over to you with them present would answer any legal problems you might think will hinder your enjoyment of your property" “Roland Charlemagne, the Commonwealth of Ropeville formally recognizes the female, Susan Emblings, bred, raised and trained here is henceforth your legal property. In exchange for your payment of any and all financial obligations arising from the car accident you have been cleared of any involvement in otherwise” The administrator said the tone of a court judge issuing his ruling. The officers then handed over the chain leading to her neck collar, saluted and walked out. “She will be transferred to our finishing school, downtown and into Mistress Vicki’s special class” The administrator continued. “I suggest you keep her as she is while around your domicile as that will speed the two of you getting use to your new realities” He said and followed the two police out. When the administrator had left, the nurse chirped in. “We will ensure she is qualified to change your bandages and look after you, unless you wish to purchase additional household help?” “One shock at a time if you please, nurse” He answered. Susan had stood perfectly still head downcast, hands clasped behind her back through all this. “Well?” He inquired. “I can cook, wash up, do laundry, floors, windows and dust. Master ” She softly replied.” Besides any duties of a female nature” “How old are you anyway?” He inquired. “I turned thirteen last month master” She replied. “Get on with it” the nurse ordered. Susan went down on her hands and toes, then crept over to where I sat on the edge of my bed and reached up, moving aside my hospital gown and brought forth my maleness. I looked towards the nurse and she held up her hand for me to be still. Susan’s mouth descended on my member, her sweet tong reaching out and caressing the tip. She quickly moved on, sucking its end gradually into her mouth, her tong, continuing to flick its tip as it was drawn in. Her cheeks sucked in and I felt her teeth brush on the shaft. “Swat, Swat, The nurse struck Susan’s upturned bare ass with her hand. “What is that supposed to be Girl?” She angrily chided. “That is your masters male organ” She ordered. “The center and reason for your existence” “Not some animals milk tit to be jerked to produce its desirable ejaculation” The nurse continued. “I am very sorry Mr. Charlemagne” The nurse said. “This sex slave’s oral technique is not up to our usual standard. If you wish to withdraw from your contract, I assure you a suitable, much more proficient girl will be provided” Before I could answer, she withdrew a cellphone from her pocket and held brief chats with a few people, until finally I overheard. “She is still here?, And you have asked her to drop in before she leaves on vacation? The nurse replied to someone in a rather angry tone. “Well you could have at least warned me!” Just then I head a clicking sound grow louder. An unusual sound in a place where everyone wears soft soled shoes. Then the reason walked in the door. The first thing your saw where the eyes. Two utterly unemotional green orb’s, surrounded by a cascade of shoulder length red hair. She wore a tight bolero jacket over a form fitting white silk blouse, so sheer you could see the gold rings in her ruby red nipples. A wide black leather belt at round an impossibly thin waist and a light gray skirt slit to the hip on either side. Shiny black leather boots, the only thing you would expect someone with such a commanding presence would wear. “Mr. Charlemagne”, A very melodious voice with a hint of French accent inquired. Susan squirted across the room on fingers and toes, bending low, ass raised high and began licking the new arrivals boots. The nurse had assumed a submissive posture off to one side. On her knees, head down, hands clasped behind her back. “Susan, I have been informed your oral performance on your new master is akin to some back alley trollop, not the master pleasing technique we taught you at school” She quietly inquired. Susan was trembling uncontrollably and sweat glistened on her body. “I was just about to leave for a pleasant vacation in England visiting my pet Alice” Her voice purred, as a cat playing with a mouse. “Alice has provided me with six delightful pony’s to train this summer in a quiet private mews on her estate. I certainly can have you crated up and shipped out to be number seven if you master wants rid of you” Susan’s head swiveled from licking the new arrival’s boots and her eyes pleaded with me not to agree. I had just realized she meant training little girls as pony girls, and contemplating how Susan would look in a Ponygirls harness. “I need her to look after me this summer at least” I replied, indicating my useless right arm with my left. The look on Susan’s face promised me I would not regret that decision. “Saved from my tender mercies” The red head told Susan. “But in sixty two days your ass is mine to do with as I please if your technique is not up to snuff on the first day of school girl.” She threatened, nodded her head ever so slightly in my direction and the sound of her retreating ultra high heels faded away. “Who was that?” I inquired. “Mistress Vicki, the teacher of the middle schools class for special girls such as your Susan” The nurse replied as if nothing she said should appear a little odd to my outsiders ears.” And our most stringent dominatrix.
Hand and Foot Apparently, the blood clot in my arm had set off an infection that had been lying dormant since my wild youth. The next while was a bit of a blur, bright lights, medical uniforms, vague conversations over my prone form, punctuated by a few loud words and the sounds of things crashing about. I vaguely felt needles, IV drips and someone small, warm, nude and female snuggling close to my shivering body in the dark. “Feeling better?” It was the hospital administrator. “If my head hurts when I move, I must still be alive” I replied. “Is that supposed to be an improvement?” “Better than you were five days ago when they were figuring out whether it was necessary to take your arm above or below the elbow” He informed me. I glanced at my arm, and felt it throbbing, immobile, but at least still there. “When they came to wheel you out for surgery to cut it off” He calmly informed me. “Susan fought like a tiger to prevent the orderlies from wheeling your bed out. And we had to finally call in the constables. That playing right into her hand as she informed them, being your only relative she was ordering we not perform the amputation, but use whatever other means to save your arm” “They believed her?” I inquired. “As she had devoted her life to you” He replied. “No one would doubt she would have anything but your best interests at heart” “And so we gave you a continuous blood transfusion until the infection was flushed from your system” A relatively new and dangerous procedure” He ever so mildly informed the one who had survived it. “And we added the cost of several items she broke over peoples heads and the cost of three orderlies sick days to your bill” He said. “Were is Susan?” I inquired. “Sleeping exhausted, chained to the foot of your bed where she should be” He replied. “Her little body has been glued to yours for the last four days and nights, as she stayed awake to personally monitor your recovery” “What day is it?” I inquired. “Exactly seven days since the accident” He replied. ”It is a very nice spring morning outside” “When can I be discharged” I inquired. “Tomorrow morning if Susan is up to it” He relied. “”Then I will be certain you will be well cared for” He had been gone a while before I was able to slip out of bed and manage to make it to where Susan lay wrapped up in a hospital blanked at the foot of my bed. “Good morning sleepyhead” I whispered. “Master! ” She exclaimed as her eyes flew open and she jumped up to assume the proper position, I would come to know, and look forward too, a sex slave used to greet her master as he awakes. On her knees, back straight, fingers locked behind her head, elbows pulled back, eyes shut, mouth open. “You know, someone of my wealth cannot be seen with a scrawny little girl in a worn thin dress” I informed her. “You are correct master” She calmly replied. “You deserve someone prettier, more developed and better at pleasing her master than I” “I pushed the nurse call button, and eventually a nurse came in. “Can you locate the nurse I had when I arrived” I inquired. “Janette is off today, but I will inform her you were looking for her” She replied and left. Not even glancing at the little just teen girl kneeling nude and in chains at my feet. My breakfast had been delivered and shared with Susan before Janette came in wearing a demure dress. “It is very nice to see you up and around Mr. Charlemagne” She said as she walked in. “I almost feel alive” I replied. “Thank you for coming in on your day off” “How can I help” She inquired. As I was informing my property here” I calmly said to her. “A man of my wealth cannot be seen walking around with a scrawny little girl wearing a ragged thin dress” I could see this did not go down well with Janette, as eyes grew hard. But before she could say “Susan was probably the one who had saved your worthless life you Jackass” “So I would appreciate you taking her out shopping for everything a little girl could possibly want from underwear right up to the latest CD’s games and game machine, TV’s, stereo’s CD, DVD players and whatever a million or two will buy” “How much?” She inquired eyes wide. “Is two million not enough, then spend ten” I replied. “They tell me I’m worth a billion. “And don’t come back until you fill the double axles truck with a delivery and setup crew that will be following you around” I continued. “I will need a personal assistant at least for the next year, Janette” I continued. “It pays double a nurses salary a year” “I am happily married with two children Mr. Charlemagne and not available for purchase” She replied coldly. “And my contractor husband would probably break you in half for even attempting to touch me” “I am hiring a very competent personal assistant who knows the ins and out of the area I will be calling home for a while, for your brain not your body” I replied. “Then you have my mental services for one year as of this date for a hundred thousand per” She replied. “Deal” I said. ”I would have gone as high as two” “Wait until you get the bill for the Sweetcheeks Princess room he is installing in your house” She replied. “I’m off to arrange for a leave of absence and a Limo” “Well?” I inquired when my new personal assistant had left. “I thought you were going to trade me in for a better girl” Susan inquired. “I have the best girl I could ever want Susan” I replied. “But I must warn you, I harbored a vision of you as a pony girl when Mistress Vicki offered to train you” “Maybe next summer, pony girl training is in the cards for me, Master” Susan sighed. “Time to get cleaned up and presentable for shopping slave” Janette informed Susan as she walked back into the room. “And I have requested they bring your suitcases out of your SUV so you can at least walk around without flashing your ass at every girl” She continued just as the two disappeared out the hospital room door. I was bathed shaved and dressed in street clothes eating another, and my last, I hopped, hospital dinner when Janette and a girl I did not know came into my room. “Where is Susan” I asked. A hint of anger edged my inquiry. If Janette had switched my pet for another, she would be out the door on her ass. No mater the consequences of her muscular irate husband. “Here Master” Came Susan’s voice from the perfectly quaffed, dressed and deported little girl in an expensive dress complete with white silk stockings, shinny black paten leather shoes and black leather bows in her hair. {A sign known throughout Ropeville indicating the girl wearing them was property}
“We tried, but even buying her a motto-cross bike and her own pony only came to a hundred grand or two” Janette replied. “The step van outside holds most of it and a delivery and setup crew in another van thrown in free by the stereo store we dropped ten grand in for a giant TV, great big satellite dish and surround sound setup” “My companies added twice that to my personal bank accounts while you were out shopping” He told them. “Then is it time to go home?” Susan inquired. |