Message-ID: <42472asstr$1052997002@assm.asstr-mirror.org> X-Original-Message-ID: <3EC34A7B.000019.48384@ns.interchange.ca> From: "Zebulon" X-Fastmail-IP: [24.26.255.35] X-ASSTR-Original-Date: Thu, 15 May 2003 04:06:19 -0400 (EDT) Subject: {ASSM} Part 14 - Tall, Blond and Bound (Conclusion) Date: Thu, 15 May 2003 07:10:02 -0400 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation X-Story-Submission: X-Moderator-ID: dennyw, IceAltar Part 14 - 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 credit is given, (2) I am informed of where it is being posted, and (3) I am allowed free access to the web site where it is being posted. (MF, FF, Bond) - - - - - Part 14 - Tall, Blond and Bound by Zebulon * * * * * There was, however, no improvement in Ted's sex life after the performance. Rather, things quickly got worse. Within months he and Lori were hardly speaking. A year later they were divorced. Five weeks after the divorce, to the day, Lori and Julie moved in with each other. They lived very happily together. And it was not uncommon to find the two of them sitting in the inner circle at a Silver Manacle show. Burt later wondered if this might have been a result of the drug. 'Was there some kind of permanent imprinting effect?' He considered asking the testing branch about this, but didn't want to run the risk having to answer a lot of questions about where the idea had come from. * * * * * Shortly after the show Dom Donner was sitting comfortably in the manager's office with Karla Bell and the Eagle. "Well done," said Karla Bell. "Very impressive," said the Eagle. "Thank you," said Donner with a tight smile and a nod. She knew there was something special about this meeting and was waiting for them to get past the niceties and to the point. "You seem to derive a lot of pleasure from performing," said the Eagle. Another nod. "But this is just a kind of hobby for you, isn't it? "Of course," she said. "It hardly pays the bills." She felt sure he already knew that. But she liked where this conversation seemed to be heading, so she stifled the urge to say something caustic. The Eagle did indeed know about her 'day job' as a show girl. "Would you be interested in making this hobby of yours a career." "What exactly do you have in mind." Now it was the Eagle's turn to smile. "I can't tell you 'exactly.' Not yet. I can only tell you the details if you if you decide to accept the offer." Donner frowned at that. "I know it's asking you to buy a pig in a poke, so to speak" he continued. "But I can tell you this. If you join our 'firm' you'll have as much wealth and power as you'll ever need. And you'll get it for living out the lifestyle you only mimic on stage. You'll also learn a whole lot more than you already know about sexual pleasure." Donner didn't know this 'Mr. Eagle' from Adam, but she had worked with Karla Bell for years. The woman had always been honest in her dealings with her. She looked for confirmation. "It's the truth," said Karla Bell. "If you want in, we can tell you everything. But of course you'll be committed. There are huge confidentiality issues involved. The offer is based on trust. You have to trust us and we have to trust you. If you have doubts, you'd better pass. But know this--the firm is looking for trust as much as for your other talents. We're talking about a lifetime relationship." A long, long silence followed. Donner seemed to be deep in thought and the other two were content to let her think. There was no rush. Finally she looked up and said, "OK, I want in. Tell me the details." And thus did Dom Donner become Mistress-in-Training Donner. * * * * * Candy no longer screamed with rage and frustration each time she awoke. When she'd first been brought to the manor she rebelled at everything. But Master Wiesel was not one to put up with that for very long. Having been briefed on her background by Vincent the Eagle, and having decided to take on the project, he knew more or less how he wanted to deal with her. For the first three days he let her throw her tantrums and treated her with gentle kindness, knowing she would reject his every overture. Then he'd thrown a stormy fit of his own--for her benefit, of course. He had screamed, stomped, smashed things and feigned a complete loss of patience. It frightened her badly and left her feeling she had made a terrible mistake in being so difficult. Master Wiesel grinned like a banshee after he left the room. There followed two weeks of what he called 'drug and rape' therapy. He let every slave in his stable have several turns with her. By the end of the second week she was almost catatonic. Then her real training began. A month later she was cooperative enough for the Mart to begin diverting her wealth. She contacted her secretary, who was terribly relieved to hear her voice, and began issuing orders. Within another month her entire fortune had been reinvested. Candice Wilson was still a very wealthy woman on paper, but her wealth was now entirely in the hands of the Mart's financial managers. Wiesel received an impressive bonus. So did the Eagle. Four months later, Candy was docile, fully trained, and lived only to please her owner. Her former existence was gone and she didn't miss it. In many ways she was happier now then she had ever been before in her life. It was time to put her on the market and find a buyer. Master Wiesel preferred the auction block, but security was too much of a concern. Candice Wilson had once been a public enough figure she shouldn't be trotted out in front of too many witnesses. She had to be placed somewhere that could guarantee she wouldn't become a public figure again. So the barter market it was. Mart security helped with her sale. It took a couple of months to identify the right buyer and to arrange the details. * * * * * Mistress Donner's tutelage took place in three stages. At first she was flown by the Eagle to a Mart complex in the Canadian Rockies. He delivered her into the good offices of Training Mistress Rega. This was as much a test as basic training. If Donner had failed this stage of her induction she might either have ended up a slave herself or have disappeared completely. But Karla Bell had selected well. Donner learned quickly and evinced all the qualities of a competent and loyal addition to the organization. After a month she was ready to move on. Mistress Rega flew her to Mart headquarters in Switzerland for the second stage of her education. Here she received detailed instruction from a dozen training mistresses in just about everything from sexual technique to finance to Mart policy. Given her future assignment, she also received an outstanding crash course in Spanish by a slave who had been recruited years before just for that purpose. By the end of four months she had learned her lessons well and 'Mistress-in-Training Donner' had officially become Mistress Donner. She flew herself to Florida for the last phase of her education. She needed more information concerning the details of her new assignment. There was a great deal she had to know and the best source was Karlo Brionez, a retired Master, now living in comfort just outside the Hialeah Gardens suburb of Miami. He had worked with Mistress Merilla for years and was very knowledgeable about the prospects, problems, and politics of Bolivia with respect to Mart activities. On her final day with Brionez, the Eagle dropped in to wish her well and to offer transportation. The Eagle was interested in being there for the first meeting between Donner and Merilla. He wanted to inspect his handiwork and make sure the owner was satisfied. He had also been engaged to perform another custom recruitment and needed details. Fortunately, the route from Florida to Bolivia took them almost directly over the island of the contractor, Hector Martinez. So they traveled together and availed themselves of his hospitality. * * * * * Vincent the Eagle and Mistress Donner found themselves landing on a small, very private island in the Caribbean. Officially it was headquarters to the Shango Corporation which had its fingers in a wide range of legitimate enterprises. Unofficially it was home to the of the drug king-pin, Hector Manuel Martinez. Hector had sent a private jet to fetch them from Miami. When they landed they were met by Hector's new adjutant, Roberto, who had replaced the unfortunate Raul. After a whirlwind tour of the island and a chance to freshen up, they found themselves sitting down to a sumptuous dinner with their host. The Eagle had gotten the general outlines of the contract from Mistress Tina and knew he would get the specifics from Hector. But he also knew they wouldn't talk business until later. He was only slightly surprised when Master Alfred Wiesel joined them. Alfred had arrived earlier that same day on another of Hector's private jets. He was even less surprised when he discovered that one of the three statuesque, naked beauties serving dinner was Candy and another was Andrea. He was glad to see Andrea again. He'd make an excuse to talk with her later. It was even better to see Candy in the service of an Hispanic owner. He considered his feelings about that and was delighted to find he felt virtually nothing. At least that was out of his system. Candy didn't react to Vincent at all. Her past life had been trained almost completely out of her. She recognized him but no longer felt much one way or the other. The fact that Candy had arrived on the same day as the Eagle wasn't quite the coincidence it might at first appear. Hector was so pleased with Sheryl and Andrea that he wanted more. Candy had come on the market just about the time Mistress Tina started looking. But even before she arrived, Hector decided he wanted a fourth girl. 'Two for each arm,' he had put it with a lopsided grin. Mistress Tina discussed the problem with Master Wiesel. When they realized that the Eagle had recruited both Andrea and Candy he became the obvious choice for the project. Besides he was well known for having an expert eye in these matters. So there they all were, being served a fabulous dinner by the three tall, blond, girls. Hector and Roberto; Mistress Tina and Michelle; the Eagle and Mistress Donner; and Master Wiesel. Dinner was wonderful. Dessert was even better. And the coffee was best of all. The Eagle was on his second cup when Hector broke out some wonderful Cuban cigars and passed them around. The room was soon tinged in a redolent haze. The talk at first consisted only of banalities about the weather, the loveliness of the island, and Hector's hospitality. Mistress Donner was especially ebullient in her praise. Hector thanked her and, as the girls were clearing away the last of the dinner flotsam, he added a comment that led the discussion in more interesting directions. "You'll pardon me if this sounds self-serving," he said, " but the thing I've always liked best about myself is how I control of my own destiny." "I used to think the same about me," said Vincent almost to himself. "Used to think?" said Hector. "Used to think," affirmed Vincent. An interested silence fell around the table until he felt compelled to elaborate. "Some of you know about Candy's background. Alfred, of course, and I assume Mistress Tina as well. She was an old girlfriend who had gotten under my skin. She was a festering sore in my life. Eventually, I felt like I simply had to look her up. And after we'd talked a while I felt just as powerless about my decision to recruit her." "So you did something about it," said Mistress Tina, "didn't you? You got rid of the sore." "Yes, I did. But I'm not sure I had much choice about it. I felt compelled to either deal with the pain or to let the pain continue dealing with me." "Well you had more choice than our recruits," said Master Wiesel. He stroked Candy's bare thigh as she leaned over to collect his dessert plate. "It didn't feel that way," said Vincent. "I've had a lot of time to think about it and it seems to me that we all have forces that control us. When you work for someone else you're bound to their will. If you're a supervisor, you still have to answer to your boss. Big bugs have bigger bugs, and on and on. If you're the biggest bug in the company you still have to answer to your board of trustees or to your stockholders or to petty government bureaucrats. Where does it end?" He didn't smoke but took another sip of the wonderful coffee. "Presidents and Senators need to be reelected. Scientists need funding. Artists are hostage to public opinion. Even a hermit is subject to the whims of nature and local zoning laws." "But we can change," said Mistress Donner. She took a thoughtful puff on her cigar and blew a large ring. "I've changed. You changed. We change our recruits all the time." Vincent looked just as thoughtful as he answered. "Yes. But that's exactly my point. We change them. We are the force that molds them. I changed because of the forces that drove me. You changed because of the forces that drove you." "I changed because I wanted to, and the Mart provided the opportunity." "OK, but why did you want to?" chimed in Master Wiesel. "I think I'm beginning to see Eagle's point. We are first and foremost what nature and circumstances make us. Where is the free will in that?" "Free will" snorted Mistress Tina. "What is free will?" She put down her smoke, looked over at Sheryl who was waiting in attendance, and snapped her fingers. The girl came running. Mistress Tina reached out and gently insinuated her fingers in the tall girl's twat. Sheryl automatically moved her legs apart as she had been taught to provide easier access. A few deft movements later and Sheryl's face was a study in passion. Her pubic hair was glistening and the muscles in her leg were trembling. Mistress Tina removed her hand. "You call that free will? How much free will does a girl have left once she's been properly conditioned?" She waived her hand and Sheryl scurried away on wobbly legs. Michelle smiled at her Mistress's demonstration. Aside from Vincent, she was the only one at the table not smoking. "Perhaps there is no such thing as free will," said Roberto, who had been thinking over his own life and wondering. "I'll say there is," replied Mistress Donner. "If it weren't for that pesky free will the Mart wouldn't exist and I wouldn't have a job. Someone's got to train the children and keep them in line when they act up." "Call it whatever you like," said Hector who had been listening with amusement. "I don't know about the rest of you, but I run my own life. When I want something I go after it. And generally I get what I want. Call it slavery if you like, but I make the rules. I answer to no one." "No one?," said Mistress Tina in a gently chiding tone. "No limits; no constraints; no outside rules of any kind?" She felt compelled to remind him of his relationship with the Mart, but was being careful not to embarrass him before his guests. "Tina-mia," he said with only a slight hint of strain in his voice, "we are none of us gods. There are always physical limits and obstacles in our path. But a free man with a strong will makes his own choices and can overcome many things." Tina, having made her point, said nothing and only took another puff on her cigar. "I don't know," Vincent said, "perhaps we're all bugs in amber to a greater or lesser degree. Andrea was bound to me by her conditioning. I was bound to my past by my traumatic background with Candy. She was bound to her gold-digging lifestyle by God-knows-what. Then by an accident of fate I came back into her life, she was reconditioned by Alfred, and now she's bound to the service of Mr. Martinez. Genes and Conditioning. We all seem to be little more than fortune's slaves -- slaves to our past, slaves to our passions, slaves to our prejudices." There was another thoughtful silence. Then the conversation turned to other things. But they were all left wondering, 'How much free choice do any of us really have?' No one knew for sure. But the coffee and cigars were excellent. The night was warm and the mood, mellow. If life were, after all, a kind of bondage, it was a very comfortable bondage. At least for the host and the guests seated round his table. * * * * * - - - - - -End of Part 14 - Tall, Blond and Bound - Zebulon - -End of Story - This story may be reposted anywhere as long as (1) proper credit is given, (2) I am informed of where it is being posted, and (3) I am allowed free access to the web site where it is being posted. _________________________________________________________________ http://fastmail.ca/ - Fast Secure Web Email for Canadians ----- ASSM Moderation System Notice------ Notice: This post has been modified from its original format. 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