Denise

*** Chapter 21, Evasion

Corrie, the slave trainer assigned to Jake, visited his cell two more times.

Each time she started to relieve him she found a reason to let him feel the cut of the crop. The second time she carried a much thinner but more painful crop that allowed her to inflict more punishment. By the time that night had fallen he bore eight painful bruises that marked him from thighs to face. She only had to show him the red glove and he became erect.

The whip hand made him shudder in apprehension.

Corrie had trained many men, some for their wives and some for new mistresses or masters who needed pleasure slaves. She sensed that Jake was co-operating because he had some reason other than his training. Corrie was not worried about him attempting to overpower her. She had considerable skill with dealing with obstinate men and could easily overpower him in his weakened state. But, that he kept some corner of his mind open to escape made the psychological aspects of the training less effective.

She therefore planned a strict drug regime after his operation, anyhow the operation would be a considerable blow to his ego that might just crack him anyway.

The second day progressed as the first had.

A beating from the right hand and pleasure from the left.

All in all she had to admit that he was starting to come along. He repeated the mantra as she worked on him and he was allowed to orgasm four times. It was clear that he had separated his mind from his physical tasks but she pressed on regardless. Jake had been successful in business and was bound to be a hard nut to crack. That second evening she reported to Mistress Janet about her feelings but the only reply was a complacent comment.

"He is now fit enough for the excision,” said Mistress Hardewick with a smile. "Mrs Lorde will be here the day after tomorrow and we shall then pass to the drug controlled regime."

"I bow to your superior judgement Mistress,” said Corrie. "I just wanted to fill you in on my feelings about Jake Lorde."

"Don't worry. You are doing well, after all he is in no real state to cause us any problem."

Jake lay in his cell contemplating the pictures on the wall.

Joan offered him pleasure in all the photos.

He had never been really turned on by his wife but now he saw the red glove and got an erection. 'And that sums up the training’ he thought.

‘Red was pleasure and black was pain,’ he thought. ‘I am to be the plaything of my wife with a training to ensure that she has a total grip on my ego and sexual feelings.'

Already he was virtually dreaming of red lace, the conditioning was working. 'We shall see if it works or if I can escape this place.'

Jake waited on his bed. He lay motionless pretending to be asleep. It was difficult because he was so tired.

He had been emptied sexually and was tired from the continual exercise. He was awoken from his drowsy state by the sound of the sports car in the yard. Slowly he crept from his bed to look out of the window.

There was the red Ferrari again.

Just before the lights were turned off he noted the New York State licence plate. He was somewhere in the USA. For a moment he considered and then decided that he was almost certainly on Long Island. 'That's a help,’ he thought. Before the driver could exit the car he pulled his head down.

When the sound of the footsteps had died away he went to work. Using the edge of the food tray he carefully unscrewed one leg from the floor. By the time that he had the tube free the tray's edge was mangled.

He took the sheet and rolled it up tightly. With this rope he made a loop around the bars in the centre of the window space and passed the metal bed leg through the loop. A small prayer and he began to turn the bed leg. It wound in the sheet pulling the loop tight round the two bars of the window. Slowly he applied as much leverage as possible. The bars began to bend towards each other with an almost imperceptible motion. As he turned the bars began to bend and bend until they touched each other.

They were almost free of the sill by the time that they touched.

The whole operation had been almost soundless.

Jake let go of the lever in his hand and placed it on the floor. With his hands he worried at the bars to slacken them until one came off into his hand. In his mind he had a vision of the black gloved hand. The terrible whip that it bore was going to punish him if he was caught.

With a slow movement he unwrapped the sheet and draped it over the bed until it looked as though it had been tossed there. Finally he had to make the decision. Run or wait.

He had planned to wait.

With a careful throw he tossed the bar out of the window, careful to make sure that it struck the wide walkway that ran the circuit of the yard. With a rush he was under the bed and concealed by the draped sheet.

The bar clanged on the concrete and clanged with sudden noise. It was a moment later that he heard a cry from outside his cell in the yard. The broken open window had been found.

'Time enough to have got away,” he thought.

Moments later the door of his cell opened in a flood of light from the corridor. From under the bed he saw black high heels and fish net stockinged legs head for the window. In the yard there were incoherent shouts and the legs left the room. Jake held his breath. The door closed but was not locked.

Now he was beyond his planning.

Should he wait or should he move?

The sound of a dog in the yard made him start. The dog would find no trace and he would be caught.

Jake crawled from under the bed and made for the slightly open door. The sounds of footsteps made him dive back into his insecure hiding place. He was barely under the bed when the black shoed woman entered the cell again. The sheet was whipped from the bed with a swish. Now he expected a curt order to get out but the woman was gone.

'Of course,’ he thought. 'A dog with no knowledge of how he smelt would never catch him.'

Once again he crept from the bed. The noise was all outside in the courtyard as the dog was offered his bed sheet. Jake stopped for a moment and then put both his feet in the cold pan where he had last urinated. Then he stood on the bed to dry his feet.

'It might just work to put the dog off,’ he thought.

Carefully he looked into the corridor.

Door after door on the yard side and blank walls on the other. He raced to the left and found a locked door at the end of the corridor. Heading back past his cell he tried the door at the other end. It was unlocked.

Opening it quietly he saw a large hall full of what at first sight appeared to be a fitness training room. With a start he realised that a torture chamber might be a better description. The room had several doors and a stage at one end. Jake ran to the stage and clambered onto it. Just as he tucked himself behind the curtains he heard the sound of people entering the room. For a moment he recovered his breath as he heard them head for his cell.

'Close shave number three,’ he thought as he looked around the darkened stage. 'Hide or run?'

'Hide, it worked last time,’ he thought as he frantically considered his options.

There was a stage door, a trap door and all the ropes and lights that would have made a large production possible. Jake noticed a rope ladder into the heights of the stage and climbed up it. The movement made the ladder sound upon the planks of the stage but there was no one in the room to hear it.

When he was high in the lights he pulled up the ladder. Jake had never had a fear of heights but now he was perched on a small perch with the spotlights. When he looked down he felt dizzy. Once again he heard footsteps in the hall and a muffled conversation. Through the thick curtains he could make out no sense of the discussion. Jake gripped the coils of the rope ladder to stop them slipping and waited. Once again he heard the doors of the hall and then silence. Carefully he coiled the ladder and looked round in the dim light. It was clear that he was well hidden but there was no way out except down to the stage by his ladder. He was safe but trapped.

Carefully he coiled himself on the small platform and slept.

Behind the curtains the sunlight of the next morning cast eerie shadows but it was the noise on the stage that woke him. Stifling a yawn he looked down to see that a woman dressed in a topless maid's uniform was brushing the stage down with steady strokes.

For a moment he considered calling down for help but he disregarded his impulse. After all he was worth a few credits to any slave in the building. An hour later the curtains were pulled back and a red carpet was rolled over the stage.

Jake looked down as the stage was prepared and wondered what sort of show was to take place so early in the morning. An hour later he knew. The benches and crosses that made up the equipment that he had seen last night were dragged to the walls and chairs were set out. Jake realised that in the shadows of the heights where he lay observing the activity he was virtually invisible, unless the lights were turned on!

There was movement and the scraping of chairs as well as the hum of muffled conversation. Then a buxom older woman stood on the stage. From above Jake could see right into her cleavage, a deep warm haven. For a moment she paused as she switched on the microphone.

"I am glad to be able to welcome you all to this little auction,” she said in a low voice.

There was gentle clapping before she continued. "Today we have four items for sale. I know that we offered six in the brochure but we have decided that the others will be offered when completely trained and not before. Quality is what we offer and we do not wish to damage our reputation by presenting anything but the best!"

More clapping rippled across the hall before she smiled and continued, "That means that you can cross out items three and four from the list. I shall of course briefly describe the items and will be pleased to answer any questions that you may have about their training and abilities. After which you may as usual inspect them and make your decisions. First though we shall pause for a few moments whilst the items are made ready and the champagne is served."

Jake could only see the stage and not the audience but he heard the clink of glasses. From the back of the stage came a young woman. Jake recognised her as the driver of the Ferrari.

She was dressed in jeans, high heels and a leather waistcoat that just contrived to cover her breasts. In her hand she had a crop in black gloved hands. Jake started at the black clad hands. He could not help but regarding her as dangerous For a moment the two women exchanged words and then three naked women and a young man were led onto the stage. The young woman arranged them facing the hall about two yards apart. A ripple of conversation passed through the hall at the advent of the 'items' for sale. When the audience had settled down the older woman went to stand by the first slave.

"As you can see,” she said with a flourish of the hand. "Prime slaves."

Her hand touched the head of the first girl. Jake could see that she was a slender girl of about nineteen.

Small breasts and slim build.

"This is Antje,” said the woman to the quiet audience. "She is twenty years old and is already trained to a high competence. We have prepared her for the discerning male owner who needs gentle but thorough experience in his bed. You will note that we have undertaken no work on her body except the lack of body hair. She is of a loving and highly obedient nature that requires little physical punishment should she be disobedient. We are looking for bids in the region of fifty thousand."

The woman passed on to the next slave. Jake could see that she was a mature woman with large breasts and a rather Ruebens figure. For a moment the mistress put her hand under the captive's chin to lift her face.

"Marion here is item two,” said the woman. "Is rather the opposite. She is item two on the list. You will have already read her history but let me say in passing that we have had to train her for over a year before we felt that she was ready for a new owner. Wilful disobedient and difficult. We offer her in the full knowledge that she needs real control, but I am sure that she will suit that right Mistress or Master who enjoys imparting a bit of domination."

There was some laughter at this introduction and Jake heard a number of chairs scrape as some of the buyers leaned forward with interest. After a brief pause the description continued.

"Marion is trained mainly to satisfy women but there are probably possibilities with a male master. As you can see we have enhanced her with larger breasts and piercing. What you cannot see at the moment is that a previous mistress had cause to remove her clitoris and widen her lower openings to take larger objects."

The woman opened the slave's mouth before continuing. "As you can see she has no teeth to scratch and her hair has been removed. Since she is rather less a sexual toy than a slave to degrade and fulfil other tasks we have concentrated our training on the proper behaviour of a toilet slave.

Marion, I'm sure, will be glad to be of service in any way and is ideal as a punishment training tool for any up and coming owners. We can make any alterations, for the usual fee, should you wish for them of course and are happy to do any special training that you may have in mind. Offers should be in the region of twenty thousand."

The woman passed to the next slave. It was the young man.

She laid her hand on his shoulder.

"Here we have a real prize for the man who needs a willing bed partner. Kevin here is trained to please a man in any way and is perhaps the best trained slave that we have produced in a couple of years. That will explain the premium price of sixty thousand dollars that we have decided to fix on him. He is strong and can take a lot of punishment but we have found that he is docile and very ready to serve. I should point out that he might make an ideal present for the man in your life."

The audience was still as the woman passed to the next offering.

"This is Slut." A wave of laughter swept the hall as the tattoos that covered her were pointed out. "She has it written all over her. This young woman was passed to me by a friend who was not happy with her relationship with her husband. She is number five on the list."

For a moment Jake looked again.

He half expected to see Diane but it was not she.

"Slut has only had a single alteration for the delectation of her new owner apart from her name being written on every square inch of her sumptuous upholstery. After a difficult operation her tongue has been extended."

The girl opened her mouth and wiggled a five-inch tongue from it. Jake could see that the humiliation was making her sob as her body shook.

"This makes her the ideal companion of a discerning mistress who needs more than the touch on her outer lips. This girl is perfect for those private moments when you need intimacy of real depth. Her last mistress has trained her as a sex doll as well as a toilet slave. We expect bids in the region of fifty thousand for her exceptional talents.

"Finally I move to Corrie here. I expected great things of her but she has disappointed me by lax behaviour. She is replacing a similar slave in the brochure who will now be taking her place in the household. Corrie has training as a nurse and is a talented young woman."

Jake recognised his nurse as the last item.

He was responsible for her being sold.

Quietly he grinned to himself.

"Any one who decides to buy her will get any further alteration and training at our expense. This means that the new owner can really push the boat out and improve her without thought of cost. We already have a list of suitable transformations but it is you, the new owner that may choose. We are of course looking for a Master or Mistress that needs an outlet for all those ideas that were always curtailed by the high price of such work. In addition to the free work on this slave we offer her at the unheard of low price of just ten thousand dollars, reserve."

After a brief but enthusiastic applause, the woman walked to the centre of the stage to finish her introduction.

"You are now invited to come up and inspect all the items and then we shall begin the auction in the usual way.

Jake watched the bidders come onto the stage. He could not hear their comments but he noted the way that the slaves were inspected.

'Like cattle on sale,’ he thought. Many of the bidders were older women, often unattractive and over dressed. A few men mixed among them but most were female.

With a start he noticed Joan amongst the crowd!

She did not look at the items for sale but chatted with the woman who had given the introduction. After a friendly greeting Joan seemed shocked. He heard her raised voice say. "Got out,” he smiled at the realisation that he was the subject of the discussion. The older woman put her hand on Joan's shoulder in a reassuring way and spoke to her. Joan seemed satisfied and wandered out of sight.

'They know that I have not left the building,’ he thought. He could not help himself. 'Elvis has not left the building!' he thought with a smile. He hoped that there would not be an encore.

After the bidders had inspected the goods the auction began. One after another the slaves were led off to their new owners. The show was over. Jake watched the stage being cleared and the curtains being dropped.

Somehow it had almost seemed like a game before.

Sex and bondage were something that consenting people did in the privacy of their own homes. After watching the auction he was disbursed of this notion. These people had money without end. They treated others as items to be bought and sold for their sexual pleasure.

Hidden from the eyes of normal society they acted like a sort of sex Mafia.

Not drugs but enslavement and pain.

The cream on the cake was that they altered their slaves to make them fit their needs.

Suddenly he thought of Diane. He had done the same but without the chains.

Her body for his needs.

Her service for his pleasure.

Suddenly he felt unsure. Was what he had achieved with Diane as bad as his own situation now? Another thought crossed his mind. If he could be taken by his shrewish wife what had happened to Diane. She had disappeared in a way that made it seem likely that she too was now owned by his wife.