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                                                         In over their heads

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Had I known, going in there, that it would be the last time I would see my wife for more 
than a year, then I would have stayed home that night, and kept her with me. But we were 
innocent, and young, we had gotten into swinging when we were still dating. It excited 
me to see her with another man, sometimes several other men. 

We met Trisha at a swingers party when we were just married and she was a long time 
bed mate and what some call a fuck-buddy. She had a lot of male friends and she would 
tie me to a chair as her friends used Skye, my wife, on the bed and floor where I could 
see it happening. I was so turned on by the time it was over that it hurt. 

Skye would untie me and we would have the hottest fuck of the week. It was a dream. 
And like all dreams, it had to end. The next natural step was slave play. And seeing Skye 
walking around the clubs in just a collar and a sheer gown, that hid none of her fabulous 
body, was enough to almost make me cum. Seeing the hands on her tits and her pussy 
thru the gown was a thrill, and seeing friends of ours hike up the back of her gown and 
fuck her as she stood at the bar or against a wall was a very erotic thrill.

One weekend, Trisha brought over the usual group of ten or eleven men and a large box 
of toys. Sky was a bit nervous; she was wearing only her collar and leash, and was 
referring to her self as 'this slut' and the like. She could refuse no man the use of her 
body while the collar was on. And Trishas' friends were all very large and a little rough. I 
was to watch, and be the slave for Trisha, call her mistress etc… and do what she said 
without question.

We were both enjoying it. Sky wasn't allowed to walk, nor to speak unless spoken to or 
look another person in the eye. I watched as she was triple penetrated several times and 
her ass and breasts were slapped and abused. She was just a fuck toy to them, and it was 
really turning me on. She drank their cum and thanked them as they used and abused her. 
And each time they touched her, to bring pleasure or pain, it turned me on more and 
more.

Hours passed. Then days, as she crawled around, cooking for them and cleaning for them, 
getting fucked over and over in as many positions and holes as they wanted. She could 
not tell them no, even when they hurt her. When they poured hot wax on her tits, or when 
they spanked her round, firm ass until it was an angry cherry red. She screamed as they 
pinched her nipples with clamps and paddled the swollen, bald lips of her cunt with a 
small rubber paddle. 

When it was done, we lay in bed together, with Trisha on one side of me and Skye on the 
other. We cuddled and fucked and had a good time. My cock was so hard it ached and we 
fucked all night long. As usual when we did things like this, both Skye and me had taken 
some time off work, she would need it to heal and I would need it to fuck her as often and 
as hard as possible. 

Later, as Skye lay sleeping, I showered and Trisha joined me. We did a quick fuck-and-
cuddle in the tub with the hot water running over us and she looked up into my eyes. 

"Tell me, Will. Do you like seeing Skye crawl around and be a fucktoy for a bunch of 
men? For a bunch of strangers?"

"Yes. Yes I do, actually." It was my favorite fantasy. "Why do you ask, you already 
know that, Trish." 

She smiled and sat up. "If you want, I can have her trained like a real slave. I would do it 
as a favor to you."

I will admit I was very intrigued. Seeing Skye act  the slave was hot. But having her be a 
slave… I could only nod, and my cock, still inside Trishas' hot tight pussy, got hard 
again almost instantly. She smiled and started to rock back and forth. I have never been 
called big, until after we met Trisha Then I bought some of those 'natural male 
enhancement' drugs, and I had ballooned to a solid 12 inches long and almost 2 1\2 
around. I was big and thick, and Trish loved to ride me. And ride me she did, till my balls 
clenched and I filled her tight slit with my hot seed.

When we were done, Trish got dressed and said she had some things to take care of, but 
to come to a master/slave club she frequented in two days if I was serious. And she told 
me not to tell Skye. It was better if the slave did not know what was happening to her 
until well after it had started. She left the address and then kissed me before leaving. 
Little did I know what I had just committed us both to.

Looking at my beautifully abused sleeping bride, I crawled into bed and nuzzled into her 
neck as she slept. I almost told her, when she woke. But I resisted and decided to surprise 
her. Looking back I wish I had told her, so she had some idea of what she was getting 
into. Even though, looking at it now, I didn't really have a clue what Trisha had planned.

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The night was clear when Skye and I stepped out of the car and walked hand in hand 
towards the club. Two men, wearing black t-shirts with 'SECURITY' in yellow letters 
stopped us. 

"Dominant or submissive?" I said dom, she said sub. The men both raised an eyebrow 
and looked at her suddenly as if she was an animal. "Slaves are not allowed clothes, nor 
to look a master or mistress in the eye, nor to walk upright. You are an animal, now strip, 
and crawl like one." 

We were standing in the street and there wee several people nearby, watching the 
exchange. Skye turned a lovely dark red and slowly did as she was told. She stopped 
when she got down to her bra and panties, and the men both looked thunderstruck, then 
angry. 

"Why are you wearing underwear?! Did your master say you could?" They turned to me 
and I was a little shocked. 

"ummm… I… we… ummm…" We were saved by Trisha, who walked over in a leather 
dom outfit and waved the men away. Looking Skye over, she smiled. 

"All of it, sweetie. Or you can't come in. Slaves are not people. They are property. It's 
like putting clothes on a coffee table." Skye divested herself of her bra and panties, and 
stood naked and sheepish in the street. At Trishas insisting, she got down and Trish knelt 
to collar her, and she slipped an arm into mine as she led Skye and me into the club.

Now, at this point, I feel I should describe by wife. She is about five foot four, with a 
very full, curvy figure. Nice round ass and firm, soft 32 D breasts with big dark nipples. 
Her pussy is naturally hairless. Her hair, ruby red, tumbled down her back to her ass and 
her waist is very tiny, giving her that wonderful hourglass figure. Her face is very lovely 
and her big green eyes could win over any man. In short, she was very sexy.

As we walked into the club, the surroundings should have been my first clue that 
something was wrong. The exterior was a nondescript warehouse and the inside was 
almost abandoned. There was a stairway leading down, and there was light and heat and 
music coming from the opening. Skye was allowed to walk down the steps but then had 
to go immediately to her hands and knees again. 

Once we got into the room, I looked around. The second clue that this was not what I had 
in mind should have been this room. Everything was portable. The speakers and the 
music booth were easily dismantled and carried out, and the furniture was, for the most 
part, folding tables and chairs. The only heavier furniture were the heavy captain chairs 
brought by some of the masters and mistresses. 

Looking around, I saw just how few people here were clothed. Nearly every woman was 
naked, and quite a few of the men were as well. There were couples having sex in 
multiple positions and with multiple partners all over the room. Once we were in, Trish 
handed the leash to me, gestured for me to follow, and led us over to a private booth.

I noticed that girls on leashes were mostly ignored and girls without them were free game 
for anything that anyone wanted to do. We sat and Skye was made to kneel on the clean 
swept concrete floor. Looking to me, Trish smiles. 

"So, are you ready for her to start learning what it really means to be a slave?" Skye 
looked at me questioningly, and I thought it over. I was having second thoughts, but I 
nodded. Trish reached down and unhooked the leash. Within moments, Skye was drug 
from the booth and was triple penetrated not five feet away. I almost stood, but Trish held 
me still with a hand on my arm and a shake of the head. 

I watched and felt a little uneasy. I knew none of these men. And while I was not really 
worried about pregnancy, as she had the shot that kept her infertile for six months, and 
had just received the booster a week before. But diseases had me worried. I knew that 
Trish only invited over men who were clean, but I was sure she did not know most of 
these people. 

She could see the doubt on my face and smiled. "Don't worry, Will. Everyone here is 
safe. Help me undress, and we can snag a slave girl and have some fun." I helped her peel 
off the cat suit, and she helped me get out of my own normal street clothes. And she 
explained the rules. 

"There is no permanent disfigurement of other peoples slaves. Slaves cannot say no to 
anything. But the masters know that doing something forbidden will get them banned 
from the parties. And that is almost certainly an end to their lifestyle, so they are all 
careful of the rules. I have already told everyone that Skye is an amateur, and that they 
should go a little easy on her tonight."

I felt a little easier, and went with Trish to select a slave. We picked a young Asian girl 
named Doll, she was very young, perhaps 16, and very petite, almost living up to her 
name. She moaned and got very wet as we fucked and used her together. She laid still as I 
poured wax over her teacup breasts and her bare, bald pussy and screamed loudly as I 
twisted her pierced nipples. She fucked and sucked me and Trish pounded her ass with a 
strap-on all the while. 

I saw Skye intermittently during the night and she was happily fucking and sucking 
everything in reach. She was acting the perfect slave, and the last time I remember seeing 
her that night is still very clear in my mind. She was lying on the floor, silent. There was 
a trail of cum glittering in the half-light on her chest. She turned her head slowly to look 
at me and smiled. She mouthed 'I love you' as another man knelt down and lay over her. 
Her back arched gracefully as he shoved his meat into her, then she was hidden from 
view. 

 As the dawn approached, I went looking for her. But even though I searched high and 
low, I could not find her. I started to panic, and Trish found me in a state of near hysteria.

"What's the matter, Will?"

"Skye. I can't find Skye. I have to call the police." I headed for my car, and the cell 
phone I had left there. Trish stopped me. 

"You wanted this, Will. It is only what you asked for. She has been taken as a slave. 
When she's ready, you'll be given a chance to get her back. For a price. You see; the men 
who do this for a living are not cheap. There is a lot of time and effort put into breaking a 
slave, and they have to recoup that somehow." 

I was shocked and afraid. So much so that I felt like throwing up. I latched on to Trisha 
with both hands and backed her up to the wall. "Where is she, Trisha? Tell me where my 
wife is. I want to take her home. You didn't tell me that she would be taken away."

"You didn't ask, Will. You didn't think to ask me what was involved. You just let your 
cock lead the way." She reached out and grabbed me by the cock and balls and squeezed. 
Hard. I let her go, right after I threw up. Then I passed out. 

When I woke, I was alone. My clothes were in a pile nearby and the rest of the room was 
bare. I dressed quickly and ran to my car. Skyes' clothes and leash and collar were there, 
as was a videodisc. I drove home to watch the disc.

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The video was Skye. She was fucking and sucking, enjoying herself and being used as a 
fuck toy. She loved every minute of it. There was more than two hours of it and I was 
sobbing with the wanting of her by the end. Then I watched as she was hit with a stun 
gun and lifted by a large man I had seen at the party. The camera follows him outside and 
he dumps her into the trunk of a car. Then the car drove away. There was a moment of 
static, then Trisha. 

"Hello Will. I am here to tell you that precious Skye is doing fine. She is already well 
into her new life. Now, you could probably go to the police and try and track her down, 
but then you will never get the chance to have her back. We'll have her out of the country 
and sold before you can even figure out where she was. Now, if you are a good little boy, 
you will continue to get these tapes about once a month or so and when she is ready, you 
will be allowed to make the first bid on her when she comes up for sale. But save your 
money. The bidding usually starts at about five thousand dollars. So save up and I'll see 
you when I think you can handle the contact." 

Then the tape was over. I watched it over and over for the next several days. I didn't even 
eat or sleep. I called Skyes work and told them that due to some unforeseen problems, she 
would have to quit for a while, and that she would try to call in a few weeks. It took a lot 
of explaining to get past it, but I did. Then I called her family. They were much harder to 
convince, and her brother, Danny, who had never liked me, said he was driving down. 

I sighed and waited for him to arrive. I showered and dressed and cut my vacation a week 
short. I started putting in a lot of overtime and when Danny called and said that 
everything was taken care of, I didn't complain. Nor was I surprised. About a month after 
she was taken, I got another disc. I sobbed as I watched it, and looked to Doll. The slave 
had brought the disc and herself. She was there to console me and warm my bed. A 
reward for being good. 

Skye was being whipped and punished. I watched them make her sleep in a cage and she 
ate without using her hands. Each slip up brought her a stinging lash of a riding crop 
across her upraised ass, which was already red and purple with bruises. Then she is 
taught, there are clips of her being shown how to do things, how to act and how to speak. 
Sometimes she complains and is punished and other times she is compliant, and she is 
given a treat, like she is a dog. 

As the tape went on, my wife did me proud, and fought them like a wildcat every step of 
the way. But I found myself wishing she would just give up, so they would stop hurting 
her. When the tape ended, I tried grilling Doll for information. But she told me nothing. 
So I used her, and very roughly. I did things to her that I saw done on the tape. I made her 
scream and made her beg and left marks and bruises on her that would take months to 
heal. I left her tied to the bed while I went to work and raped her every night when I got 
home. When I ran out of cum, I abused her holes with whatever I could find. She stayed a 
week, and one day she was simply gone when I woke. 

And I had other problems. Even scrimping and saving, I had only about seven thousand 
in the bank, and that was after selling my car and driving hers. I worked nights and 
weekends, sold what I did not need, and still did not have enough, in my eyes, to be able 
to buy her. To me she was worth more than I could accrue in a lifetime. She was 
everything. 

The next disc didn't make it easier. She was still fighting them, tooth and nail. And she 
was looking much worse for the wear. Her back was bruised from her neck all the way to 
her ankles. She had a collar that was locked around her neck and bracelets around her 
wrists and ankles. As I watched, she was raised from the floor by a rope tied around her 
breasts and her ass was whipped some more. She gave blood-curdling screams with each 
blow.  Then she was left for some men to use. She fought them and they raped her. When 
it ended, she was thrown back in her cage.

Then came the auction. I nearly panicked when I saw it. I though it was her being sold, 
but it was a few other women. They had all sold quickly, and all for an excess of twenty 
five thousand dollars each.  I was nearly heartbroken. I needed money, and fast. I had no 
idea when she would be sold. Unable to think clearly, I did something that was, perhaps, 
not the best idea. But in the end, it turned out to be my saving grace.

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I went out and I got drunk. I went to a club that Skye and I used to go to and got trashed 
out of my gourd. At one point I started dancing with any woman that asked and as the 
night wore on and I got more and more drunk, I started talking. I found myself in a booth 
with Sandy, a woman that I knew from some of the parties that I had been to. I guess I 
spilled my guts, about Skye, about the desperate need for money, and she listened 
without saying a word as she drove me home. On my front porch, she deposited me in the 
swing and sat beside me. What happened next was like a sending from GOD.

"Ummmm, Will. I've been thinking about what you told me, about Skye and the way you 
have to get her back." I was a little scared and nervous. I had though she would tell me to 
go to the cops or she would. But what she said almost stopped my heart just the same. "I 
will pay you one thousand dollars to fuck me, Will. I have wanted you for a long time 
now, but I had no idea how to go about it, really. You and Skye had your little click and I 
had no way of getting in. but now I do… and, well… I want you. I have the cash right 
here and will be happy to pay first."

I could not believe my ears. She wanted me to be a gigolo. She wanted me to prostitute 
myself so I could free my wife. I almost told her no, but the sudden mental image of 
Skye, suspended by her tits from a rafter being horsewhipped filled my mind. I nodded, 
feeling sick to my stomach and stood, suddenly very sober. It was a sin to me to enjoy 
anything while my wife was in that hell. 

We went into the house and undressed. It took me a while to get hard; it took her a long 
time to get me to respond. When I did, we had sex, and perhaps it was out of pity that she 
still paid me the full thousand. She didn't cum once, and it took me all of six seconds to 
climax. I promised her I would make it up to her and she simply smiled and nodded. 
After she left, I made myself watch all three videos again, and then I cleaned up and went 
to work. 

After work, I went to the club, where I ran into Sandy again. I made the previous night up 
to her and she set me up with another woman who was willing to pay. Over the following 
weeks, I found out I could quit my job if I wanted. But I didn't. I just cut my hours down 
to a minimum and saved every penny. By the time I got my next disc, I had the twenty 
five thousand in the bank. 

The disc was the worst one yet. She was fighting them less this time. Much less. I can 
only guess, having seen her calling out for me, saying she was my wife, had given them a 
weapon to use against her. The only thing I can think, seeing the difference in her in the 
span of one month, was that they might have told her the only way she could get to see 
me again was if she submitted. 

And they talked about the rings. At first I had no idea what they meant, but then I 
remembered. Many of the broken slave girls at the party had been pierced, and the rings 
and studs were a status symbol among slaves. And to a master they were a way of gilding 
their property, like gold leaf on a book cover or scrollwork on a table. 

She did as she was told, things that she never did here, would never have done under 
most circumstances. She ate without using her hands, just her mouth to lap at the water or 
eat the thin soup that was left for her. She crawled around and begged men to fuck her 
face and give her the gift of their cum. 

When the video ended, I sat in stunned silence and stared at the screen. It was slow, but 
they were breaking her. It might take them time. And a lot of time, at that, but they were 
breaking her. My wife had spirit, but they had her constantly under their watch and in 
their control. She was alone, and there were several of them. Sighing and standing, I took 
my vitamins and left for the evening to go entertain one of my regulars. She paid a 
thousand each time and I needed that money. 

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Now many people might think I am a real bastard, after all, I had gotten her into this and 
here I was, fucking every broad with an easy grand. But it was for her that I was doing it. 
I had to get Viagra to get up most of the time, and could not even touch a redhead without 
thinking it was her. And I closed my eyes with these other women and tried to imagine it 
was her. But none of them made the right sounds. None of them moved right or laughed 
right when I was with them.

Many reminded me of the bitch, Trisha, and several were regulars, who I could open my 
eyes and actually respond to them more. But none of them were Skye. And that was the 
problem that was going to get me in a load of trouble. Some of them got angry and 
refused to pay, others were so hurt by it that they never returned, and then there was 
Emily. 

She was a wealthy girl; her fathers' trust had set her up for life. I didn't see the way she 
looked at me when she was with me. Once a week Emily was my customer, regular as 
clockwork. Sometimes more. She had me over to her huge house for parties and such, I 
stayed all weekend and stripped and other things for money and got to fuck a bunch of 
little rich princesses that otherwise wouldn't give me the time of day. 

I thought she was a blessing, and in some ways I was right, in others I was dead wrong. 
One morning after a party, she was cooking me breakfast. She had normally sent her 
servants home so we could have the place to ourselves for the party. But she never ever 
cooked or cleaned that I had ever seen. And the house was spotless, and she had a big 
Denver omelet and a pile of hash browns and gravy on a plate for me, as well as my 
favorite coffee, which I had not had except for once or twice since Skye had been taken.

I was a little uneasy, more so when I saw her eyes. She was looking at me not with lust 
and desire, but with loving adoration in her eyes. It was something I instantly recognized 
from when I had met Skye. 

Now, Skye and I had met over the Internet when the E-dating craze was still in its 
infancy. Little did I know that the wonderful girl I was writing erotic stories and sending 
pictures to was fourteen. She was a freshman in high school and I was in the Army at the 
time. I was twenty-six and when I finally met her, we were both surrounded by police. 
She saved my ass and my career by fessing up that she had lied to me about her age and 
no one got in any trouble, we just were no longer allowed to use the E-dating service 
again.

It didn't matter at that point. Five thousand miles and twelve years separated us, but we 
were in love. I knew it the instant I saw her and she knew it too. We still wrote each other 
in secret and it continued for four years. On her eighteenth birthday, we eloped. I was just 
out of the army and she was supposed to be at a friends house for a sleep over. But we 
went from her house to the courthouse and were married, with her friend Ashley and her 
boyfriend Billy as the witnesses. 

And the way that Emily was looking at me was the same way that Skye had as we were 
getting married. I hadn't told anyone about Skye but Sandy, and wasn't about to. My luck 
had been tested enough this lifetime. So I thanked her, ate and left quickly, making 
excuses about work. I knew she was going to make trouble for me later, but couldn't 
bring myself to break with her completely. I thought I was an idiot for it at one point, but 
at another, I was thanking her and kissing her feet, tremendously glad that I had not. 

The next video was almost the end of me. Skye was abused and exhausted, lying on the 
floor of her cage and a man came in. I would get to know this man much better before it 
was all done. He sat and fed her, as she was unable to move enough to feed herself, and 
he asked her questions, about me, herself, her family. I smiled as she answered, hearing 
her profess her love for me and tell of her family and friends.

The smile turned to shock as he drug her from the cage by her hair and punished her for 
her answers. He told her she was a slave and he hit her. He told her that the life she 
remembered was a lie, and he kicked her. He told her that she was to forget all that, and 
he beat her. He stopped when she was unconscious and threw her back into her cage. 
That was the end of that tape. I rewound till I could see his face and zoomed in so I could 
commit it to memory.

It was a week before I could do anything at all. I just sat, staring at his face, committing 
every line, every hair, every curve to memory. When I finally got out of my funk, it was 
to a rapid knocking at the door. Going to answer it, I found Emily. She was smiling and 
asking for entry. I was shocked. One of the things I had made sure of in my time as a 
gigolo was that none of my customers knew my name, I went as David, and that they did 
not know where I lived. 

"ummm, Emily… What are you doing here?" 

The look on her face fell and she sighed. "Listen, Wi… David. I just…"

"What did you just call me?!" I was shocked and scared. If she knew this much, then 
what else did she know? I was suddenly very conscious of the videodiscs that were in 
jewel cases on the coffee table. I blocked the door with my body and waited for her to 
answer. 

There were tears on her face and she looked scared and shy, something she had never 
been. Whereas my wife was very curvy and petite, Emily was the athletic beauty, dark 
skin and eyes and hair. It was long and black, falling to her waist in a braid and her 
breasts, a large C cup were pushing nearly out of the tank top she wore. She had long, 
strong legs that she loved to wrap around me and she was tone and fit and tall, only an 
inch shorter than me, and that barely. 

Looking down at her, I nearly slammed the door in her face, but I was numb. She was in 
a position to ruin everything I had worked towards. I had her wait a moment and went in 
to put the discs in a safe place, then let her in. She was sobbing softly and looking 
absolutely miserable. 

"Ummmm… I guess you hate me now, huh?" I got her some water and aspirin, and sat 
across the table from her, on the chair.

"No, Emily. But why did you do it?" 

She turned dark brown eyes to look at me thru her very long lashes. Her tan skin colored 
and she sighed. "I love you." She said around the hitch in her throat. "And not just 
because of the times you fucked me, that only started it. You are so gentle and the way 
you cry when you are having sex. I know someone hurt you, and I want to make it all 
better."

I sighed and shook my head. "Emily, you don't understand. There is no way you could. 
Things you don't know about are factors in my life. Things that you cannot help with are 
the reasons I cry and do not stay long." I sighed as she started to sob heavily, then I said 
something that as going to be the basis for getting me in real trouble. "I think it might be 
best if we didn't see each other again, Emily." 

She nodded and stood, hugging herself, she turned and fled the room, still sobbing. I 
heard the door slam and I stood and headed for the shower. When I was clean, I went to 
get dinner, only to be met at the door by the police. I was read my rights and arrested for 
prostitution. 

                                                                        6

Sitting in a jail cell, I was visited by Trish.

"Very interesting. I had no idea you would resort to such a thing to get the money you are 
going to need. But it is very creative. Perhaps you stand a really good chance of actually 
getting her back."

"Why?" It was all I wanted to know.

"Why what? Why Skye? I get a commission on the girls I bring in. and I know you will 
fight like a wild to get her back. The higher you bid for her the more I get on 
commission." She was calmly smiling and watching me thru the bars. I looked to the 
camera and she shook her head.

"Isn't it strange how many people want what we sell? Even police. I have arranged for 
bail, and for the charges to be dropped. What with the lack of evidence and all that.  And 
you can get back to work. I will make sure that the undercover police don't grab you, so 
you can keep going. After all; the more you make the more I get."

"I have fifty thousand dollars right now, cash. I will give you all of it if you will get her 
back for me." The bitch laughed at me. 

"Why? If the bidding goes up as high as it usually does for redheads like her, I could 
make twice that easily, and just off of her. Besides, I am really enjoying watching them 
break her. Her spirit is very strong, and she can handle a lot of pain."

I just sat and let the bitch talk. There was nothing she could say to me that would be 
worse than what I had seen done to Skye. And I knew in the end that this bitch would get 
hers.

And now I realize that I have yet to describe Trish. She is taller than me and every inch of 
her is a woman. She is six two and has pale milk white skin, even paler than my wifes 
own creamy hue. Her long black hair falls just to the center of her back and her breasts 
are a very large 38 DD, but fake, I had been close enough to see the very faint scars from 
the surgery. 

She has had a lot of plastic surgery to give her a too-pretty face and her figure is even 
curvier than Skyes'. Her ass was firm and tone and her pussy was bald and she had it 
surgically tightened regularly. She was pretty, and fun. Any man could enjoy her. But I 
thought she was an ugly bitch right then. I shook my head at her and waited to see what 
she would say next. 

"Hell, I may buy her myself, she is a spirited little toy, as I have said. She could make me 
quite a bit of money as a whore. Never know; you might get to fuck her yourself… for a 
price." She was trying to goad me into a reaction; I was not going to give her one. So she 
left, and a few hours later, Emily came in. She was still sobbing and she looked at me 
thru the bars.

"William, I am so sorry. I didn't know this would happen. Please, forgive me; let me 
make it up to you. I dropped the charges, told the police I was angry with my boyfriend… 
you that's why I lied to them. They are on their way to let you out right now. Please… At 
least look at me." She had gone very quiet at the last, and I turned slowly to look at her.

"I told you that there were things you didn't understand. You didn't listen and you acted 
like a child. Stay away from me Emily. And as for making it up… unless you can lock 
yourself up in a cell for three days then I doubt that you can make anything up to me." 
Then I turned and ignored her. 

After a while the police came and released me and drove me home. There was a slave girl 
waiting with another video, a few weeks early but I was eager to watch nonetheless. My 
love was in a small metal cage and there was a hole in the door just big enough to close 
around her neck, her head was on the outside of the cage and the rest of her body was 
stuffed into the little cage tightly. 

They were using her. She was turned just right to be exposed, her pussy was easily visible 
thru a hole in the back and a man was fucking her. Another was using her mouth and she 
was choking and gagging. One of the things I had found out on our wedding night was 
that Skye was a natural at deep throating. And she loves to do it. She would have to be 
very scared or forced to choke like that. Her bruises were healed somewhat and when 
they finished they caressed her face and told her she was a good little slut.

Then he came back. I stood and watched. He asked her those questions and when she got 
one wrong, he shocked her with a cattle prod. Each time she screamed, I screamed. With 
every shock, she fought it less. With each question she had to work harder and harder to 
answer him. After a while, she answered all his questions to his satisfaction and he went 
around behind her and pulled out his cock. I watched his face as he fucked my wife, and I 
hated him more with each passing moment. 

Next was a long session of training her. She was in Yoga, ballet, and several aerobics 
classes. She was being trained in exercises that would keep her pussy tight and her 
breasts firm. It ended as she was practicing the Kama Sutra with another girl, a slave with 
several piercings that I had seen at the club the night she was taken.

                                                                        7

When it was over, the same slave came out of the bathroom and knelt at my feet.

"This slave is here to please the master and do as the master says."

I was shocked. But not so shocked that I didn't know where to start. "Where is Skye?"

"This slave does not know a Skye."

I rewound the video to a place where they were coupling. "Her, where is she?" I pointed 
to the screen with one hand and turned the slaves head to look with the other.

"That is pet, and this slave does not know." 

I hit her. Hard. I backhanded her so hard that I knocked her to the floor. "Where is she!!!" 

The girl whimpered and cringed. She lay on the floor and I kicked her in her belly, 
screaming 'Where is she" over and over. Then I sat down and sobbed.

"She does not know, Will." It was Trish. She was calmly sitting in my recliner and 
watching me. The same chair she had tied me to so I could watch her friends fuck and 
abuse my wife so often. And she was smiling. "And she would not tell you even if she 
did. Everything that lovely Pet is going thru at the moment, Kitten here has already gone 
thru. Pain is very little to her. Her threshold for it is very high."

I just sat and stared at her. I knew attacking her was pointless. She was the key and the 
door to getting Skye back. I was not about to ruin that chance, no matter how slim it was. 
I just looked at her. "What do you want, Trisha? If you are here to take me up on the 
money offer…"

Her laughter cut me off. "No, dear William. I am here to have some fun with you and 
with poor Kitten here. But it looks like she may need medical attention. Looks like you 
broke some ribs, and perhaps her jaw as well. Ahhh, well, she is a slave, after all, and it is 
her lot in life. To be the toy of her masters and mistresses. If you want to beat her, then 
beat her. Want to fuck her? Then fuck her." She shrugs and stands. Looking at me, then 
she looks at Kitten and gestures for me to go to her.

I reached down and rolled kitten to her back. She lay calmly looking up at the ceiling and 
waiting. Her face was badly bruised where I had hit her and I could see a livid bruise on 
her side where I had kicked her. But a quick feel revealed nothing broken. I was a medic 
in the army so I had some idea what I was looking for. I told her to stand and she got to 
her knees and bowed her head before me.

Looking down at the helpless slave, I thought briefly of doing to her what I would like to 
do to Trisha. Sighing heavily, I dismissed it immediately. This girl was probably in the 
same predicament as Skye. She was kidnapped and forced to be what she is now, thru 
repeated rape and torture and brutal beatings. My heart actually reached out to her. 

So I apologized. "I am sorry I hit you kitten. I am afraid for my wife, very afraid. If you 
know where she is…"

But Trish interrupted me again. "She does not know where pet is. Nor could she tell you 
if she did. And you do not need to apologize to her. She is a slave. Less than nothing." 
Looking to kitten, Trish speaks to her. "Why do you live, slave?" 

Kittens response was heartfelt and true. She honestly believed what she was saying. "This 
slave lives to provide pleasure for those better than her, mistress. This slave has holes to 
please her masters and a tongue to please her mistresses. This slave lives to scream and 
bleed and moan and beg to please those better than her, mistress." She said it without 
looking up or hesitating. 

Kitten, who I would learn much later was a girl by the name of Amy Gentry, had gone 
into her present life knowingly. She knew what she was going to become and had 
accepted it gladly. Skye had not. She was forced into this at the hand of an evil bitch and 
an ignorant husband. She did not deserve what was happening, and I wanted to get her 
out of there as quickly as I could. 

So I used kitten, and as gently as I could. I did not fuck her; I made love to her. I made 
sure she had at least three orgasms before I filled her with my cum, and I didn't touch 
Trisha at all. I let her do what she wanted, but I pushed her away when she tried to touch 
me. The bitch had lied and taken advantage of my trust and it was her fault Skye was in 
the position she was in. Not mine.

And I started forming a plan for revenge. I would have a lot of money saved by the time 
Skye was up for sale. And I hoped Trisha really wanted me to have Skye back. Because if 
I didn't get her back, then I knew what I was going to do with that money. I looked down 
at Trisha as she slept. Kitten was curled up on the floor at the foot of the bed and I sat on 
a chair and looked at them. The innocent, living up to her new name; a docile kitten. 
Then the evil bitch, more of a tigress. Cruel and uncaring. It was with malice in my eyes 
that I dressed and left the house. 

                                                                        8

The next two months brought videos similar to the last one. Skye in that damned cage 
and being asked questions. Each time she got an answer wrong, or not to their liking, she 
was shocked with a cattle prod. Or, in the second one, doused with hot water, nearly 
boiling. Each video had her in training, getting more toned, more limber. Her breasts 
were firm but she lost none of her wonderful womanly curves.

I could still see my wife in each of the videos, but I was starting to see her slipping away 
as well. And each month brought a different slave with the videos. They were a toy, like 
throwing a stuffed mouse for a house cat. I pounced on them and thoroughly enjoyed 
them. They moaned and came all night when I had them, and I told them they were to 
walk in my house. They did as I said and left me without a mark.

The next video was one of the worst. I saw Skye, dressed in a simple hospital pullover 
and sitting in a police interrogation chamber drinking coffee. The officer on duty had to 
order her to sit in the char and I wept as I saw just how far gone she was. He told her she 
had been freed and was going home, he just needed to know her name and where she 
lived.

She answered as a slave the first five times, then her composure cracked and she broke 
down. Sobbing and calling out for me, she told the officer everything. Now, most would 
rejoice at this, seeing their missing and exploited loved one in the safety of the police 
custody. But I had a kneeling slave girl at my elbow to give away the ending and tears on 
my face as I begged her not to give in. Not to let them punish her more. 

The officer listened to everything she had to say, and then had her stand. He bent her over 
the table and handcuffed her to it. I wanted to close my eyes at what came next, but I did 
not. She had to live it; the least I could do was watch it. He cut her clothes from her with 
a knife and put a collar back on her. She was sobbing and screaming, begging for 
forgiveness. But he ignored her. He raped her with the nightstick as she kicked and 
thrashed. He shot her with pepper spray and shocked her with the stun gun. 

Then the men came in. her ankles were secured to the table and she was raped repeatedly. 
I could see them being careful not to hurt her too badly, as she was starting to look almost 
normal, being nearly healed. But her holes were fucked bloody. There was a moment of 
static, then her in her exercises. I watched it all, then stood and took the slave to bed. Her 
name was Asia, and she was a lovely Japanese girl. 

She spent three days with me and I saw her off. She was wearing the only garment slaves 
are allowed to use to cover themselves in public. A loose sleeveless gown very 
affectionately referred to as a 'table cloth' by masters and mistresses. As she walked 
away, Emily came walking up. My smile died instantly. She knew I was pissed and 
quickly said what she had to say.

"Listen, William, hear me out. I know you said to leave you alone. But I can't. I just can't 
stop thinking of you. I want to be a part of your life, but you won't let me. So here I am. I 
know what you are, what you do. If I have to pay to be with you, I will. I have fifty 
thousand dollars." She dropped a bag of money at my feet and I looked at it and pushed it 
towards her with a foot very reluctantly. She smiled sadly and looked into my eyes. 

"Will you tell me why, at least? Please, I know you owe me nothing but I would like to 
know. Please?" She was serious. So I thought it over and stood aside to let her in. She 
scooped up the bag and walked in. I sat her down and let her watch every moment of 
every video, from the first to the most recent. 

She was shocked and sobbing by the time it was done. She looked at me. I was so sore 
from the memories of Skye that I was shivering in my sweat and tears. She came to me 
and comforted me. 

"Why didn't you tell me, Will? I would have understood. I can help you, the police…" 

"NO!!! If you call the police I will never see her again, Emily. And if I lose her I lose my 
reason. She's my wife, no matter what they do to her; she is still my wife. And I will have 
her back." I was holding her by the wrists and she was squirming to get away. 

"Will, please, you are hurting me. Please let go." She fell over when I did, still sobbing 
and I stood. 

"If you tell the police, I swear to god, Emily, I will give you to them. I will have you 
broken as a slave and buy you myself, just to see you suffer." 

She was shaking her head. "I won't tell them, Will. But it doesn't change how I feel for 
you, either. I still love you and always will. Please let me be a part of your life until you 
get her back, then I will quietly bow out. I promise." 

I sat heavily on the chair and wept. At some point she helped me to bed and in the night, I 
made love to her. I used her body and held her close to me. I called her Skye, I think, and 
she never complained. As she lay sleeping I looked at her. She was to be my almost 
constant companion until the day I left to buy my wife back. 

                                                                        9

Over the next month, I went everywhere with Emily and she was always near when I was 
with a client. I referred to them as clients because the term 'Johns' didn't seem to apply. 
There were a couple of close calls and I was waiting eagerly for the next video. They had 
always come like clockwork on the last day of the month. I waited until the fifth before I 
started to panic, thinking I had done something to make them sell her. Or they had 
received an offer that was too good to wait. I was sick to my stomach with worry and 
mostly ignored Emily during this week.

Then I noticed something. Emily was very subdued and tended to avoid me most of the 
time. I confronted her and saw that her eyes were red and puffy. I held her and tried to 
comfort her.

"What's the matter, Emily? Why have you been crying?" She clung to me and sobbed a 
little before disentangling herself from my arms and stepping away.

"It's nothing, Will. I'm fine. Just hormones." 

I was a little panicked, thinking she must be pregnant or something. Thinking she had 
done something that she thought would make me have to stay with her. So I sat down and 
let it go. And for two days I didn't eat or sleep, and she came out to the living room and 
sat on the coffee table and held my hand. 

"What's the matter, Will? You aren't sleeping or eating, you look like hell and I am 
worried about you."

"The disc. I get a videodisc from the people who took Skye once a month and this last 
month I didn't get one. I think they might have sold her already and if they did it would 
just kill me. If I don't hear from them in another day, then I will die. I haven't had 
anything to drink either."

She sighed and stood. Walking from the room, she came back sobbing and held out a disc 
to me. It was dated like the rest, and was the missing one. I looked at it, then at her. As I 
took it, she started sobbing and backed away. I shoved her when she didn't move fast 
enough and practically ran to the DVD player. 

Putting the disc in, I pressed play, but she stopped me. "Please, Will, don't watch it. 
Please. I'm begging you, just this once, don't watch it." 

I looked at her as if she was a stranger and pressed play again. Skye walked into a room 
and stood, wearing nothing but a collar as he asked her questions. She answered them all 
without hesitation or fail, and I was looking at a perfect slave. She was submissive and 
still, she was Pet, not Skye. Then they asked her what she was ready for next, and she 
told them she was ready for the piercings. 

Now, my wife is Belonephobic. She is terrified of needles. She passed out when we got 
her ears pierced and has to fight not to scream each time she gets a shot. And not seeing 
the needle does not help. 

They had her sit in a chair and rubbed alcohol on her nipples. When they tried to push the 
needle thru her skin, she cracked like an egg. She started screaming and fighting, telling 
them to stop, that she wanted her husband; that she wanted to be free. She fought them 
and thrashed as they tried to hold her. Then the camera abruptly cut out. I was sobbing 
and screaming, and when Emily came and tried to comfort me, I hit her.

                                                                       0

I punched her hard in the stomach and then across the mouth. "You bitch." I was shouting 
as I kicked her in her bare ass. "How could you hide this from me?" I drug her up by her 
hair and slapped her face hard. I kept taking my rage out on her, telling her that if Skye 
had to live it, then I had to watch it, no matter how much it hurt me. When it was done, 
she was badly bruised and barely conscious. 

I carried her into the bedroom and cleaned her up, feeling not the least bit bad about what 
I had done. An hour or so later, she crawled out of bed and shed her robe, standing naked 
before me. Her ribs were bruised and her face looked like someone had beaten her with a 
baseball bat. But she told me to stand up. When I did she knelt and bared her face to me.

"What do you want, Emily? To be my slave? I have had my fill of them, and I just want 
Skye back."

"No, Will. That isn't what I want."

"Then my apology? You have it I am sorry I…"

"No, I want you to hit me some more. I am ready. Break my bones if you want and rape 
me as hard as you like. I deserve it."

I was shocked. Emily had been everything but submissive and this behavior was keeping 
me off balance. I backed off, being almost ready to beat her unconscious again, and went 
to the kitchen. I returned with Ice and bandages and cleaned her up. I still didn't 
apologize but the understanding was between us. When it came to Skye, she was not to 
interfere… Ever.

It took her three days before she could get out of bed again, and three weeks before she 
could have sex again. I had apparently kicked her in the crotch several times and her lips 
were bruised and swollen, and she was bleeding a little, but she was fine, and healed with 
no problems. 

The next video came, and my heart nearly fell from my chest as I watched it. She was 
badly beaten and bruised, and she was limping and I saw that she was pierced. She had to 
have been knocked out for them to do it. Skye is not the strongest woman, but she can 
fight and scrap with the best of them. She had only quit taking kickboxing when her 
breasts got too big to be able to safely do it anymore and had played soccer and rugby in 
school when she was younger. And I had no doubt that several of her attackers had some 
bad marks to show for it.

But she was as docile and meek as a kitten and answered all of their questions without 
hesitation. They congratulated her and I watched as my wife was made into a real slave. 

The one thing that I have, until now, not mentioned about the slaves that came to my 
home was the brand. There is a small circular brand on the pubis of each slave, about two 
inches above her clit, and it marks her as a slave. My wife already had a ring thru each 
nipple and each labium already. As I watched, they pierced her clit and she never 
flinched. A sure sign that she was broken, possibly irretrievably. Then they branded her 
and she only whimpered. 

                                                                       1

But the main problem was the person, people actually, that delivered the video. The bitch 
was back, and had Doll in tow. Emily still had some faint bruises on her cheek and her 
eye, and was still walking gingerly, having just healed from the royal beating I had given 
her. Trisha looked Emily over and smiled. 

"Well well, you moved on rather quickly, Will. I thought that you would be pining for 
Skye for a while. But it looks like you have already found a new plaything. Should I just 
go?"

I wanted to yank her into the door by her hair, instead, I just held my hand out for the disc 
and when she handed it to me, I went to watch it. After it was over, I saw her still looking 
Emily over. Doll knelt at her elbow and she was wearing nothing, just like the slave. 
Emily was in a silk robe; with her very dark nipples poking hard against the fabric and 
her hair was a mess, as she had just awoken. 

"Tell me, Will, do you want me to have this one trained the same as Skye, or pet, as that 
is the only name she answers to now?" My fist clenched so hard that the knuckles 
popped. She laughed at that. "Ahhh, Will. You are such a fun person. I can't wait to see 
you run the bidding up for hr. I am so looking forward to seeing you try to get Skye back 
from everything that has been done to her. You know your wife is gone forever, right?"

I said noting, just stood and went to the bedroom. Trish and Doll followed, as did Emily. 
I let Emily have Doll for the time being. And I took Trish. After the last visit, She was 
very surprised that I touched her at all. But I took her to my bed and fucked her long and 
hard, her ass was bleeding and she was walking gingerly as she left the next day. And her 
smile was diminished slightly. I had not touched her pussy all night long, only reamed 
out her ass until she was practically screaming in pain.

Doll stayed for two more days and I made up my previous rough treatment of her. She 
came several times and spent most of the next two days comfortably between Emily and 
me. 

Doll was once a girl known as Aiko Kazai. She was a lovely sixteen-year-old half-Asian 
girl and had a very high libido and her body was made for sex. I would find out later that 
she had been brought to America as an orphan and trained her whole life as a sex slave.  
Later, Doll would come to live here, as my slave and I would help her become Aiko 
again. She would stay and be happy with my family and me. 

When she finally left, it was with the first smile I had seen on her face. She was very 
lovely and beatific and practically floated from the room. I went in and counted my 
money. I had over two hundred and fifty thousand dollars, and was still living like a 
pauper. The only really nice things I had were the DVD player, the bed, and the car. The 
rest was all hand me down stuff and things no one would buy.

I spent a lot of my time at Emilys very posh estate, entertaining her and her friends. Only 
a few regulars outside of this group were still my customers. I still slept with Sandy all 
the time, but mostly for free, as I had her to thank for getting me on the right track with 
all of my efforts, and Emily brought me fresh faces about once a week or so. It was a safe 
and clean place to do business. And I only went to my apartment when it was nearing 
time for the videos to be delivered. 

                                                                       2

The next video was the last one. It was not a training video; it was an advertisement. 
Skye came out and showed them all what she could do. Her body was fully healed for the 
first time since her capture and I fell to my knees with her beauty. I did not even notice 
that they had trimmed her hair from her knees up to just below her waist until after she 
had turned. 

They had fashioned the hair into a tail. The rubber post the hair was attached to was 
firmly in her ass and her tone body, now very lean and even sexier than I remembered, 
was showcased for her prospective buyers. She could do a full split, then turned and was 
in a straddle. She placed her ankles behind her head one at a time. Then she lay flat and 
arched her back gracefully, showing off her gorgeous body and her firm breasts and her 
back formed a perfect rainbow. 

She showed off her piercings, one in each labium, on in her clit, one in her navel, one in 
each nipple and three in each ear. Then her skill at pleasing men. She crawled around and 
took men in her mouth and pussy and ass. She deep throated a long dildo and showed the 
camera her explosive face-drenching orgasms, as well as her skill at pleasing women. She 
was a very well trained submissive sex toy. And the bidding, according to the video, 
would start at ten thousand and would be in Seattle Washington. 

                                                                       3

I thanked Emily one more time and packed to go. I caught the next flight from Houston to 
Seattle and rented a car and a cheap motel room. Had I gone up into first class I would 
have been really angry for most of the flight, but I sat in my window seat, looking out at 
the passing forests and plains and waited for the plane to hurry up and land. I wanted to 
be there already and the long ride was making me nervous. I had the cash in my carry on 
bag and all the videos in my lap. I wanted to watch them, but not on the plane.

When it finally landed, I was anxious to get off. While it is not illegal to carry that much 
cash on local flights it was illegal to move it out of the country. And the security officers 
might decide to take exception, and I didn't need the delay. I went immediately to rent a 
car and drove to a hotel near where the auction was supposed to take place. 

That night Trish visited me. She was smiling and had someone with her. It was him. It 
took all I had not to kill him right there. And what he had to say didn't make it any easier. 

"You are William, yes? You can go home. I am going to buy Pet. I trained her and she 
will complete my collection. You will not have her. She is mine."

My stomach dropped and my heart stopped. "She's my wife, and I will have her back. 
Nothing you can say or do will change my conviction on that, so you can leave if that is 
the only thing you have come here to say." I was pouring so much of my will and self-
control into not killing him that my voice wavered and cracked, and he laughed.

"Do you think I cannot outbid you? I am looking forward to watching you weep as I buy 
your wife and make her mine. I will get many fat babies from her before I sell her again 
and she will moan and scream for me every night."  

I ignored him and soon they left, arm in arm, laughing. I sat on my bed and sobbed as I 
considered his words, and as I drifted to sleep I dreamt of her in his arms, moaning and 
gasping, calling him by name and telling him she loved him. I woke screaming and went 
into the bathroom to throw up. I was still hunched over the toilet when they came to take 
me to the auction.

I ignored everyone else on the way into the auction, and was taken in to a private viewing 
of Skye. She was introduced as pet, and paraded around for me and asked if I would like 
a demonstration of her talents. The 'tail' was hanging from her ass, making her look like 
a cat, and very sexy even though I was angry at this degradation. 

"Skye! Don't you remember me? It's Will, your husband. Please. Say something."

"This slave begs the master to use her as he will. This slave is here to please her masters 
and demonstrate her skills before she is sold. Would the master like a demonstration?"

I sobbed, and she looked puzzled but said nothing. After a while, I composed myself and 
spoke. "I would like a kiss, pet. Nothing more." The kiss she gave me was very skilled 
and passionate. It was at once familiar and alien to me. It was her, but then again, it was 
not. When it was done, I was shown to the auction master. 

"You are the one who put her up for the training? Then you are to be allowed to make the 
first bid."

I thought about it for all of three seconds. "Three hundred seventy five thousand nine 
hundred twenty eight dollars and seventeen cents." It was every dime I had on me, 
including two pennies I had found on the floor of the airport and a nickel I had found in a 
drawer in the hotel. 

                                                                       4

The auction master nodded sedately and wrote the sum down in his ledger. Then I was 
taken into the auction hall. I ignored the rest of the occupants of the room and sat sedately 
in my chair, watching. There were four slaves that were sold before Skye. When she was 
brought out, crawling on her hands and knees, then told to stand, my heart was 
thundering in my chest. The auction master spoke up and the bidding began. 

He read my opening bid and there was shocked silence in the room at the sum of the first 
bid. And the auction master gaveled. "Going once." He gaveled again. "Going twice." He 
raised his gavel, and I watched it, when it struck the desk, he would say sold, and I could 
take her home. 

"Five hundred thousand." I recognized the voice at once, and my heart nearly exploded in 
fury as he stood. It was him. There were gasps around the room, and the auction master 
had to gavel for quiet. He stood looking at me and smiling. His smile died as another 
familiar voice spoke up. 

"Five hundred thousand one dollars." His head swung around, as did mine. And I saw 
Emily. She pointedly ignored me and proceeded to out bit him for Skye by trumping his 
bet by one dollar each time. He finally gave an angry shout and sat down, and the auction 
master sold my wife to Emily for seven hundred fifty thousand one dollars. Emily went to 
get her property, and I sat in my chair, with my heart falling in my chest. 

She was lost. My lover had bought my wife, and she was lost to me forever. Skye was 
dressed in her 'tablecloth', the garment little more than a plain white poncho with a hood, 
and Emily took her leash and led her from the hall. I sat until the auction was over, and 
then walked back to my room, about three blocks away. I had stopped by the drug store 
for some medicine. Two bottles of sleeping pills, and a bottle of wild turkey.

                                                                       5

Entering my room, I sat on the bed and took a draw from the bottle as I stared at the 
sleeping pills. I was just about to start swallowing them when there was a knock at the 
door. I considered ignoring it, thinking it was Trish, come to brag or him come for some 
reason or another. 

The knock came again, and I could hear it was a feminine sound, so I took another drag 
from the bottle and walked over to open the door. It was Emily, with Skye in tow. I did 
slam the door in her face this time. I wanted nothing to do with her if she would do 
something like this. It was enough that she had bought Skye, at least with that I knew her 
owner would be someone who might take care of her. But she had come to brag about it. 
She came to show me the wife who would never be mine again. I could never make 
enough to buy her back from Emily.

Sitting on the bed, I started to take a drag from the bottle, when I heard Skye. "Please 
master, the mistress would like to talk to you. It is not what the master might think. 
Please, may we come in?" It made no difference to me. I reclined on the bed and scooped 
up a handful of the pills. 

"I don't care. You can come see me die if you want." Then I put the handful of the pills 
in my mouth. The door opened and they came in. when Emily saw what I was doing, she 
came running over and tried to get me to spit them out. She slapped me hard enough to 
knock the pills from my mouth. So I hit her. I punched her in the stomach and she 
stumbled away.  "You never learn, do you? Just leave me to die, don't use her against 
me, Emily. Or I will take you with me." 

Skye had entered and closed the door, then removed the 'tablecloth' and knelt by the 
door, silent and meek. The light played across her body and glinted off of the rings that 
decorated her. She was so lovely. So perfect. I sighed and reached for the other pile of 
pills. One bottle should be enough to kill me. 

"Wait." Emily croaked from the floor. She was gasping for breath and struggling to get to 
her feet. "Will, please. Just listen." She tried to get her breath and I waited, curious. Once 
she was on her knees, she crawled over to the bed, I pushed her away harshly with one 
foot and took a draw from the bottle. She rolled to her side and her hair fell like a curtain 
across her features. She was sobbing and had stopped trying to get up.

"Will, I bought her for you. I didn't come here to brag. I came here to give her to you. 
She is your wife. And she belongs with you. That's all." 

I stared at her in shock, and the bottle fell from my hand, spilling whiskey across the 
carpet and the pills spilled across the bed. There were tears on my cheeks and my heart 
was stopped. It was too good to be true. She was giving Skye to me. My wife was mine 
again. 

Looking to Emily, I let a strangled sob escape and quickly scooped her from the floor and 
laid her on the bed. I was apologizing to her profusely and kissing her lightly. 

"It's ok, Will. I told you I loved you that I wanted only to see you happy. And she makes 
you happy. So I bought her for you."

"Emily, I can't pay you back for that. I don't have…" She covers my lips with her finger 
and shakes her head, smiling softly. 

"I don't want you to pay me back, Will. I did it out of love. Not for money. So keep it. 
You deserve it, and you will need it to help with Skye." She sits up and then stands 
shakily. Walking to Skye, she holds out her hand. Skye crawls over and then rises up to 
her knees to nuzzle into the hand. 

                                                                       6

Seeing her so close. My love, my life, my wife. I went to her, drew her to her feet and 
kissed her very passionately. Somewhere in that kiss, Emily left, and when I noticed her 
gone, I looked for her. But I did not see her. Returning to the room, I saw Skye had 
returned to her place kneeling by the door. 

Looking at her, I smiled. It was so good to see her again. I cupped and caressed her face, 
and she looked at me adoringly. Looking back into her eyes, I smiled and kissed her 
again, this time more tenderly. The kiss that returned was that same almost alien kiss. I 
knew then that she was very likely gone forever. Skye was dead and only Pet remained. 

Sighing, I told her to sleep and went to sit on the bed, grabbing the neck of the bottle on 
the way by to finish it. I watched as she curled up on the floor at the foot of the bed and 
was promptly asleep. I had no fear of her running. I stayed awake all night and the next 
day, I took her to the airport and bought us tickets. I explained that she was a naturist and 
they let us on with no fuss.

Her 'tail' was in my carry on bag and when we got back to the house, I immediately 
made arrangements to move. Trish knew this address and I wanted to distance myself 
from her. But before I got the chance, she showed up, with him in tow. He looked me 
over disdainfully and offered to buy Skye off of me. 

"I will give you five hundred thousand dollars for her, young William." Looking to the 
meekly kneeling Skye, then to the arrogant Trish, a plan started forming in my head.

"Tell me, what is the normal fee for the training of a slave?" My voice was deceptively 
calm and Trish knew me well enough to know something was up. 

"Twenty thousand, if you have a girl you would like trained as a personal slave, why?" 

"I have someone else in mind for the training, actually. And was wondering if perhaps 
you could do the training. You see, I love my wife dearly, and you could offer me 
millions and will not part with her. But I will pay you fifty thousand dollars if you will 
train another girl for me." 

He can see the resolve in my eyes as I speak of my wife, and knows that it will be no easy 
task to get her from me. So he thinks for a second and nods. I smile and stand, going to 
my safe and taking out five stacks of ten thousand dollars and carrying it back into the 
room. I place it on the table for him to count and as he does, I go and get the leather 
collar that I had bought for Skye some time ago. The one she had been wearing when she 
had been abducted. 

He finished counting the money, and took the collar when I offered it. "Who is it that you 
would like to have trained?" I locked the front door and leaned against it as he stood and 
turned to face me. 

I gestured to Trish and smiled. "Her." 

Eyes wide, she made a run for the door. He grabbed her on her way past and dragged her 
to the ground. She fought and kicked as he pinned her, and he took a stun gun from his 
pocket and pressed it into the small of her back. She screamed as he hit the switch and 
then went still. He collected the money and I helped him carry her out to his car. His 
trunk was padded for the transport of slaves and we laid her inside and closed the lid. 

We shook on it and he got in his car and drove away. It would be a year and fifteen more 
videos before I would see Trish again, and then she would belong to me. Smiling, I went 
to my wife and started the long process of bringing Skye back from the depths of Pets' 
mind. 
