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Part 7 - Tall, Blond and Bound
This is a work of fiction in 14 parts. It is the fourth
novel set in the same world as "The Training of Jeannie
and Clair," "Blackmailed into Bondage," and "Staci
Davis: Investigative Slave." It is approximately the
same length as the other three novels.
Zebulon
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.
Feedback is welcome. Zebulon@fastmail.ca
All Zebulon's work is posted here:
http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/Zebulon/www/
This story may be reposted anywhere as long as (1) proper
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(MF, FF, Bond)
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Part 7 - Tall, Blond and Bound
by Zebulon
* * * * *
Sheryl woke with a smile. There were lips on her
forehead and the light scent of perfume. "Come on little
girl, it's time to get up."
Sheryl yawned and stretched.
Then the bubble burst. She was lying on the floor. Her
leg stuck where it was shackled to the bedpost. Her body
ached. She was naked. There was a soft hand on her
breast. The memories of the past two days came flooding
back. Sheryl's eyes shot open as consciousness returned.
She started violently and began to shake.
"Easy, little girl." It was Michelle. She was on her
knees behind her charge, calming her. One hand was
holding the back of her head, the other resting on her tit.
"Easy. . . . Are you OK now?"
Sheryl sat up and nodded. She was still trembling.
"We have an early start today. You're going to meet
your new Mistress properly, so let's get ready, OK?"
Sheryl nodded again.
Michelle sighed. She mashed Sheryl's nipple and
repeated her question, "OK?"
Sheryl yelped and then quickly replied, "Yes, Miss
Michelle."
"That's better. Let's get moving."
Michelle let Sheryl bathe herself and brush her own hair.
She dressed Sheryl in an arrangement of leather straps--a
simpler version of the harness that Miss Michelle was
wearing and that she had seen on Juanita the day before. It
had fewer and thinner straps and more exposed skin.
Michelle fitted the skimpy outfit to Sheryl's body and then
stepped back to critically judge the effect. She pursed her
lips and shook her head slightly. "Well, it will do until we
get the time to fit it properly." Then she smiled up at the
tall blond and said, "Don't worry, you look fine." She
rebound Sheryl's wrists behind her back. Then she pulled
her face down and kissed her on the lips.
"Now come, little girl. Let's go eat quickly. We still
have to prepare Mistress Tina's breakfast."
When they got to Tina, they found the diminutive Dom
looking pleased with herself. She was sitting alone in a
large dining room. Michelle placed a silver food tray on the
table. Then she turned and took a coffee carafe out of
Sheryl's mouth. It was a special design that permitted a
slave to carry with her teeth. She poured a cup.
Tina ate absently. Michelle wondered where Juanita and
the other girl were. Sheryl was glad to have the heavy
carafe out of her mouth. She was waiting to see what
would happen next. Tina started laughing quietly to herself
as she ate. It was obvious that she was feeling very good
about something.
Michelle couldn't stand the mystery any longer.
"Mistress?" she said.
"Yes?"
"Is it permitted to ask what you are so happy about?"
Tina looked over at her slave. Should I share this with
Michelle, she wondered? . . .
* * * * *
Earlier that morning she had it out with Hector. They
had met in his private office. There was a young man
present. Hector's personal adjutant. Tina suggested they
talk privately, but he insisted that anything she had to say,
she could say in front of Raul. For twenty minutes the
conversation had gone nowhere. Tina outlined her position.
Hector listened but made no promises. His position seemed
to be that he was the boss and paid the bills. Therefore, he
could do just about as he pleased. For him to live up to any
of the conditions imposed by the Mart was a favor, not an
obligation.
Eventually, Tina leaned forward and picked up the phone
on his desk.
"Who are you calling," Hector asked.
"My literary agent," Tina replied.
As Hector and Raul looked at each other incredulously,
Tina got through and began talking.
"Hello? . . . Yes this is account number MV-3476. . . .
I'll hold."
A few seconds later the transfer was completed.
"Yes, I wish to cancel an order. . . . That's right, MV-
3476. . . . My publisher. . . . Yes, his five subsidiaries as
well. . . . No, not the partner. . . . All right, now this is
critical: please put this cancellation order on hold until you
get confirmation. . . . Uh-huh, I'll check in on or about the
first of every month. If you don't hear from me go ahead
and process the order. . . . That's right. . . . Thank you very
much. . . . Bye." She hung up.
"Hector," Tina said, "are you sure you don't want to
send Raul away so we can talk in private?"
Raul was leaning against the wall and grinning with
sadistic arrogance.
"I'm sure. What was all that about." He was looking at
her thoughtfully.
"I have put in an order to have you and your five
children killed."
Raul jumped up and said, "What the fuck?" He was no
longer grinning.
Hector's expression hadn't changed. He studied her as
Raul stood breathing heavily. Finally, he reached into a
drawer and pulled out a large gun. He lay it on the desk
facing Mistress Tina. "Would you care to explain yourself,"
he said.
"It's quite simple. You contracted with the Mart. And
now you're screwing around with the terms of the contract.
The Mart will not stand for that. I will not stand for it. So
now, I must check in once a month. If I fail to call on
schedule, you and your children will all be dead soon after."
Hector and Raul looked at each other for a long
moment. First Hector and then Raul started to laugh. Tina
said nothing until the laughter had stopped. Then she
added, "If you'd like to test the willingness and ability of the
Mart to carry through, I'd be happy to order up the
immediate execution of, say, Raul here." Raul stopped
laughing. "You can try everything in your power to protect
him. Lock him away under this villa, if you like. It will
make no difference. He'll be dead so fast it will make your
head swim."
Hector stopped laughing.
"Of course," Tina continued, "you'll be charged for the
cost of terminating Raul. And Mart prices for this kind of
operation are very high."
"Bitch!" Hector swore quietly. He rose up from and
chair and came threateningly around the side of the desk.
His hand was moving back as if to slap Tina.
"If you're going to hit me, you might as well kill me," she
said. Because either way I won't make the next call.
Hector seemed frozen. So did Raul. Tina sat
impassively and waited for Hector to come to his senses.
After a long while, he put down his hand and returned to his
chair.
"You don't believe this whore," said Raul. "Do you?"
"Shut up," said Hector. "So what the fuck do you
want?" he asked.
"I want you to live up to the terms of our contract. In
three years the contract will be up and I will be gone. Once
I am safely gone, I'll cancel my hit on you and your family.
Then you can decide if you wish to contract for a
replacement. If you do, I'm sure you'll understand better
how to treat her."
Hector considered her words for some time. He reached
into his desk and removed a silencer. Slowly and
thoughtfully he screwed it in place. Raul was grinning
again. Tina was impassive. Hector brought the gun up and
aimed it directly at Tina's forehead. She didn't flinch.
Shifting quickly, Hector shot the still grinning Raul through
his left eye. Raul wore a one-eyed look of mild surprise for
a brief moment before he toppled over, dead.
Tina looked down at the body and said, "I asked you to
send him away."
"I couldn't have him tell of this humiliation. I would lose
the respect of my men."
"Exactly so," agreed Tina. "I will do all that I can to
support you with your men. If anyone asks me there was an
accident. The gun dropped and poor Raul got in the way."
Hector nodded in silence.
"Just remember," Tina said, "I'm here to make your life
as comfortable as possible. All you have to do is let me do
my job my way. Is that agreed?"
"Si." For the first time, he looked beaten.
Tina thanked him and got up to leave. As she was
walking out the door he stopped her and asked, "What
about my wife?"
"I thought it best to let her live," she said. "This way
you can think about the possibility of other men fucking her
once you're dead."
* * * * *
. . . And now Michelle was asking what happened.
"Let's just say that I had a long discussion with Mr.
Martinez this morning. It was quite amusing at times. He
now understands our position better and has agreed to let us
do our job without interference."
Michelle knew that there was much more involved than
that. But she also knew it wasn't her place to ask. In any
case, her Mistress was happy and that was sufficient.
By the time Tina had finished breakfast there was still no
sign of Juanita or Marcie.
"All right," she said, "tell me about our tall blond friend
here."
Michelle began, "This is Sheryl Cynthia Hall. She's 19
years old and was working as a receptionist . . ." Sheryl
listened in a kind of ghastly silence. Michelle was
presenting a complete and almost clinical account of her life.
This included a full description of her minimal sexual past
and an equally detailed description of her sexual preferences
and responsiveness. After fifteen minutes, Michelle had just
started on her psychological profile and trainability when
Juanita showed up with Marcie.
They heard a shuffling sound coming toward them from
the hall. Michelle looked questioningly at her Mistress, but
Tina indicated with a glance that she was to continue. She
was still giving her report when Juanita and Marcie
appeared in the doorway. Juanita was dressed the same as
the day before. She was still holding a leash. But this time
it was made of lightweight chain and had a leather handle.
The other end of the chain was wrapped around Marcie's
neck. At least Michelle assumed it was Marcie. The figure
being led by Juanita was completely encased in some kind of
badly fitting plastic jump suit. It looked a little like a skin
diver's outfit with a zipper up the front. There was a plastic
hood that completely covered Marcie's head. It looked as if
it were intended to be zipped onto the suit, but it was
hanging unattached at the neck. Marcie was hobbled at the
ankles; her arms were hidden behind her. She seemed to be
limping.
Juanita led her charge up to the others and made her
stand at attention next to Sheryl. Tina ignored her and let
Michelle finish what she was saying. Juanita was shifting
her weight from foot to foot and making little signs and
sounds of impatience and irritation. Tina continued to
ignore her. In another few minutes Michelle had completed
her report.
Tina then turned her attention to Sheryl. "Come here,
girl."
Sheryl walked up and stood at attention before the
Dominatrix as Michelle had instructed her. Her feet were
together, her face lowered toward her Mistress' feet. If her
hands hadn't been cuffed behind her, they would have hung
limply at her sides, palms back.
Tina seemed pleased. She made her get down on her
knees before her. She had her look up. Tina critically
inspected her new recruit. She ran her hands through the
young blond's hair. She felt her face and checked her teeth.
She felt her breasts and rubbed her pussy. She pinched and
tweaked her sensitive areas to test for certain responses.
Sheryl would suddenly flush with sexual heat or yelp in
pain. She held her position, however and offered no sign of
resistance.
"Well done, Michelle," Tina finally said. To Sheryl she
said, "Get up girl. Go back to where you were standing."
"Yes, Mistress Tina."
Tina finally turned her attention to Juanita. "All right,
let's hear what you've got to say."
Juanita stepped up with an insolent expression and
tugged the leash so that Marcie would follow. "The little
hellcat is subdued," she reported with pride.
"That's it?" Tina asked. "I didn't ask you to subdue her,
I just wanted a report. What's her name?"
"Marcie," the defiant Hispanic snapped.
"Marcie, what?"
She jerked the leash again and said, "What's your last
name, bitch?" The response was a muffled grunt from
under the hood. "Oh, yeah, she's still wearing the gag. I'll
find out for you later."
Tina saw there was nothing to be learned here.
"Remove the body suit," she ordered. "Who told you to
present her like this, anyway."
"No one," she said unhooking the neck chain, "I thought
she'd be more cooperative this way."
"Well you've put it on backwards. The zipper goes up
the back."
"No shit?," Juanita said as she unzipped and pulled off
the black hood. "No wonder it was so fucking hard to get
on."
When the hood came off, Mistress Tina glared. It was
Marcie all right. But there were lash marks on her face.
One eye was blackened. She was wearing a dazed hopeless
expression.
Tina picked up a tan riding crop and swatted it down on
the table top with considerable force. The cracking sound it
made was almost painful to the ears. "Get the rest of that
crap off of her right now!"
Juanita knew she was in trouble, but wasn't sure exactly
why. But, what the fuck. If the bitch gave her any shit,
Hector would straighten her out. She unzipped the suit and
pulled it open. Sheryl winced and started to cry for her
friend. Her sweet little body was covered with lash marks
and bruises.
Tina observed the effect darkly as Juanita continued the
unpacking process. Juanita had tied Marcie's hands
together behind her back and was working on the knots.
An evil glint came into Tina's eyes and her expression
suddenly lightened. As Juanita continued to work, Tina
walked over to Sheryl and unbound her hands. "Go wait in
that room," she said pointing to an adjoining door. "Don't
go anywhere, just keep out of sight and wait until I call
you." Obediently, Sheryl left. "Michelle, come here."
"Yes, Mistress Tina."
"I have an errand for you." She whispered for some time
in her ear.
"Yes, Mistress," Michelle said and she hurried out of the
room.
By now, Juanita had gotten the wrists untied. They were
hanging limply at Marcie's side. The skin was raw and
bleeding in places. Marcie hadn't moved. Juanita was on
her knees removing the hobbles. The plastic of the body
suit was hanging limply all around and getting in her way.
Marcie looked like a freshly peeled and badly bruised
banana.
With the hobbles finally off, Juanita made Marcie step
out and away from the pool of plastic. Tina came up and
carefully removed the gag. It was difficult to get out since
it was at least one size too large and had been rammed in
with considerable force. Marcie was beyond tears. She was
in shock. She just stood quietly as Tina quietly walked
around her in a slow circle and inspected the damage.
There didn't seem to be an area the size of the palm of her
hand, anywhere on her body that wasn't somehow marked
up.
Just then Hector came glowering through the door with
Michelle trailing not far behind.
He strode up to Marcie, looked at her abused body, and
then turning so quickly that Juanita had no idea what was
coming, struck her powerfully across the face. She went
down like a felled ox and lost consciousness.
Turning to Mistress Tina, he said, "It seems you were
right again. You have my most heartfelt apologies." He
looked around the room but didn't see his blond. "What
about the other one? How badly has she been hurt?"
Tina looked pleased. "Hector, do you recall our
discussions about Juanita? You insisted I train and I told
you it wasn't a good idea."
"I have already admitted that you were right and I was
wrong."
"I do not mean to criticize, Hector. I want you to
understand what proper training means. Yesterday, when
we left the girls, I put Michelle in charge. She understood
my will and your desires. She knew that it would be
dangerous to leave your tall blond in Juanita's hands. So
she made Juanita take the brunette and she took care of
your blond herself."
Hector's expression brightened.
"Sheryl," Tina called out. Sheryl came obediently
running in. She stopped before her Mistress and assumed
the waiting position. Hector was impressed and said as
much.
Juanita started to moan.
Tina gave Hector a questioning look. Conflict was
clearly evident in his face. Tina said, "Hector, you owed a
great debt to your dead partner. You have taken wonderful
care of his family. But you don't owe such a debt to his
mistress. Especially since she shows so little concern for
your feelings or property." Hector was nodding his head
and looking at the still figure at his feet with some distaste.
"Besides," Tina continued, "even if I could train her, she
would always be an embarrassment to you. Is that really
what you want."
Juanita opened her eyes and slowly sat up. She held her
wounded cheek and looked around uncomprehendingly.
Hector made a decision. He kicked her in the other cheek
and sent her sprawling again. He then turned and said,
"Tina-mia, do what you think is best. I trust you
completely." He turned to leave with a scowl.
"Oh, Hector?"
He turned back at the door, "Si, Tina-mia?"
"I think it's possible that our tall, blond friend here might
be available to provide a more tangible proof of our
appreciation and affection. Say later tonight, if you like."
Hector looked both surprised and delighted. "So soon?"
He looked over at Sheryl and smiled at her lecherously.
Sheryl didn't know how to react. But she remembered
the lesson of Miss Michelle. 'I am his property,' she thought
to herself. 'His pleasure is my only concern.' She hardly
believed that in her heart, but felt it was safest to act the
part. She smiled back, as best she could.
"Yes," said Tina, observing the exchange, "I am sure we
will be able to show you something a little later. If you are
free."
"Tina-mia, I shall make very sure that I am." And with
that he turned again and walked away. Only now he wasn't
scowling.
* * * * *
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