The Queen Of Spades

"I think that we are all all-in now," said Elisabeth as the pot reached fifty thousand and almost all the cash chips had joined the mountain in the middle of the table.

"As I thought, non of the four queens playing poker will throw in a hand," said Veronica. "Show time?"

With a small flourish she laid her nine down and laughed in relief. "Well it looks like one of you is coming with me to my workplace this evening and from where I am sitting the nine looks pretty good."

Elisabeth and Chantel threw down their cards and sighed with relief when they saw what they held. Both had known that Aisha had the lowest possible card and that therefore they could not actually lose unless they dropped out. But at least they did not have to cut the pack as joint loser to decide the final outcome.

"I just haven't got time to go with you anyway," said Chantel, "But I'm almost sorry that I lost. Actually I have to admit that I have an intimate operation lined up for tomorrow at the clinic."

"Getting tightened up again?" said Aisha impulsively.

As soon as she said the words she regretted it. They had just slipped out as her thoughts turned to words. But what was said could not be unsaid, no point in regrets.

"You will rue having said that!" said Chantel. "You lose the game with your pathetic two and you will wish that you had not opened your big flatulent mouth this evening."

Aisha turned her card and looked at the two of clubs. "I guess that I get to go with Veronica. Be sure that when we next meet I shall have discovered all, and Veronica's mysteries will have been revealed. By then we will all have calmed down and we can resolve our differences like adults."

"I will be expecting a fulsome apology," said Chantel. "My cunt has never been slack even though it has swallowed better people than you!"

"OK then," said Veronica as she laid a hand on Chantel's shoulder to calm her down. "I will call on you all up when I get back from Berlin and Milan, probably in a month or two. By then we will all be ready to play again and the words said tonight will not seem so important."

Chantel snorted. "Aisha will eat her words, fucking bitch. How dare she insult me?"

Not much more was said. There was nothing more to say!

Veronica did not speak to Aisha and her expression was blank, almost close-lipped but she said her goodbyes to the others and led Aisha to her limousine by the hand.

*** No More Bets.

The chauffeur opened the rear door of the limousine and waved Aisha into the dark leather cell. Aisha took a seat and Veronica sat opposite, her long legs spread full length across the other seat.

As the car started to roll Veronica offered a glass of champagne to Aisha who accepted but was surprised when Veronica refrained from drinking.

"You have really so upset Chantel, Aisha," said Veronica.

"She has never liked me," came the reply. "Since our days in Yale she has been spitting like a rattlesnake for revenge. I suppose with good cause."

"I do not think that it was a good idea to provoke her though."

"She's just an old bitch with no teeth," laughed Aisha. "Just because she married wealth she thinks that she's the queen bee. Really she is all hot air, fat ass and silicone tits."

"Well," said Veronica, "as long as you know what you're doing I suppose that's all right then."

Veronica relaxed into the soft leather, this was going to be an interesting journey.

"We have to drive for a couple of hours to get to the farm," said Veronica as she refilled Aisha's glass. "So relax and ask away. Me, I prefer to remain sober."

"You are a farmer, wine or something special like that? Are we going to a vineyard?"

"No, do you want to play a guessing game or shall I tell you? Twenty questions was always a favourite of mine."

"If you put it like that then I suppose a game is a little childish. So tell me," said Aisha as she sipped the champagne.

"Simple, I am a slaver," said Veronica with a straight face. "It might be more accurate to say that I part-own a partnership in a company that deals in slaves. The business side is very complicated really."

Veronica paused for a moment when she saw the blank look on Aisha's face before she filled in some of the details, "Actually normally I do not enslave. I act as the middle man with one of my partners, who acts as working manager, and do all the training and selling by auction, but every now and again I do put the fetters on the victims myself."

Aisha just stared. She was not sure if Veronica was just joking or in some sideways, obscure way actually meant what she was saying.

"I don't get it," she said with a whisper. "You are serious?"

"Absolutely!"

There was a brief pause in the conversation as Aisha tried to assimilate this strange information. The car rolled smoothly over the Long Island roads on it's way towards the Hamptons, the chauffeur separated from his passengers by a screen of glass.

"You sell people? You mean that you run an employment agency?"

"No," replied Veronica. "I buy people from certain sources, sometimes just people who owe and pay up with their bodies. Sometimes they are kidnapped to order."

"Kidnapped?" breathed Aisha.

Suddenly she felt the interior of the car close in. A feeling of claustrophobia assailed her as she struggled to come to terms with Veronica's immoral way of earning a living.

Veronica continued in a matter of fact way. "Like you order a car, Aisha. You decide make, model, colour, engine and optional extras. I get an order for a particular type of body, hair colour, skin colour, age and upbringing. I find a suitable person and train them to become the property of their new owner."

"Train them?"

"Yes, of course! Who wants a slave that is untrained? Aisha you are so naive!"

"So what do these slaves do when they are passed on to their new owners?"

"That just depends on the owner. Most are sexual pets, at least to start with. They cater for, shall we say, the more unusual fetishes and desires of their owners," said Veronica as she offered to refill Aisha's glass. "Sometimes they amuse their new owners with their pain and fear, sometimes they perform in hard labour or sexual games and sometimes they are simply destroyed for their owner's amusement. Occasionally they are even well treated as pets but that is more of a rarity nowadays."

"Veronica! That is so evil. I am sometimes worried that my real estate business is a moral business when we buy cheap and sell expensive, but you are selling people," gasped Aisha. "Are you taking me to your slave pens?"

"Of course I am," smiled Veronica broadly. "About a month ago I got a special order that was rather difficult to fulfil. In fact I am now in a position to start training and I need you along to help. In fact I cannot manage without you."

Veronica leaned over her friend and took the glass from her weak hand. Aisha was fully conscious but lay limply deep in the soft embrace of the leather seats.

As Veronica leaned and undid her shoes Aisha tried to move, tried to kick out but her legs felt like lead and her body just relaxed into the warm seat of its own accord.

"You won't need these any more, at the moment, Aisha," said Veronica as she slipped both pumps from the limp feet.

For a moment she held them up and looked at them critically. "They are much too practical. Your new owner specified very high heels, which I take to be at least six or seven inches without platforms of course. Personally I hate platforms, so crude and clumpy. Just narrow spikes and a well turned ankle."

It was all that Aisha could manage to hold her head up and manage not to dribble. Her face managed a grimace as she tried to speak but only a little moan came from her lips.

"Your owner is a person of impeccable taste, you will be glad to know," said Veronica as she started to undress Aisha by cutting off her clothes with a cut-throat razor. "A great deal of work has been paid for and the training is quite specific, you should be ready in just six months. Of course you may not agree now with your owner's taste in sex but, in time you will adapt and become a perfect little slut for her."

"Aha," said Veronica as she cut the small bra from her victim. "That is just as I thought. You will need extensive work here." She twiddled the small nipples in her fingers until they stood erect. "I judge 'huge' to be not under a double J cup and the nipples must also be worked on. That's a lot of silicone. It looks so ridiculous when great bulging breasts have just tiny little buds like these."

Veronica's nails played over Aisha's nipples for a brief moment.

Aisha felt the cool air in the car on her skin as Veronica inspected her body with the eye of a salesman. She took it all in but she could not respond. She felt a hand inspect between her legs and then a finger moved to her ass.

"As near to perfect as it gets," said Veronica as her strong hands entered her former friend and tested the muscle of her cunt with a firm massage. "Firm and ready to be fucked in all your holes."

"Lovely," so tight and tucked," whispered Veronica. "Not too much to do down here at all. Never been fucked here, I think!" she said as she pushed a strong finger into Aisha's ass and probed the grip of the opening.

A tingling, pins and needles, feeling coursed through Aisha's muscles as the power of movement gradually returned. But in this painful phase of recovery from the treacherous champagne the shackles were snapped to her wrists and ankles and then locked to rings tucked in the folds of leather in the seats.

"A friend, actually a partner as well, has a car fitted with a winch on the fetters so that she can stretch and fuck her victims," said Veronica as she slipped back into the seat now that Aisha was firmly fixed naked and helpless. "I never thought that a car had enough room for my particular type of games, so we will wait until we arrive before beginning your tuition."

"You fucking bitch. Is it the money?"

Aisha had regained her voice and spat the words at Veronica in a hate filled verbal assault that had no discernible effect on her former friend. She continued the verbal attack for several minutes before Veronica interrupted her with a move of the hand.

"No, not really, no it is certainly not the money. All of your business interests will be absorbed into my partner's commercial empire. As for the cost of my work, well that is charged at the normal rate. Quarter of a million dollars will not change my life one jot."

"I should warn you though, that if you are naked and restrained it is generally not a good idea to insult me like that. For the sake of our friendship I will forgive you this time but you have used up all your credit," continued Veronica in a deadpan voice.

Veronica smiled pleasantly as she placed a finger on Aisha's lips, "I can allow a little anger, after all you have to get it out now before you become a little fuck puppet for your new owner. But try at least to be original or I shall fit a gag."

Veronica held up a mask like affair that made Aisha stop in her tracks. Veronica just raised her delicate eyebrows and smiled. "We shall be there in just about an hour so try to use your last independent time constructively."

Aisha watched Veronica lower the mask to her lap and wondered how to escape. 'Was this all a vast joke?' she wondered. Then she thought of the way that the car had been fitted with chains and restraints.

It was all just too much to be just a prank. It was for real!

"Who is buying me?" she asked. "Someone that I know?"

Veronica laughed delightedly. "I cannot answer that sort of question. If you think about it you will understand why."

"Then fuck you, you fucking bitch. Fuck you..."

Veronica shook her head with disappointment and leaned forward. For a moment she held the mask up to fit it but Aisha turned her head violently to the side.

"I'll never be a slave. Never. Never!"

The hood closed over her head and even the most violent attempt to dodge was foiled as Aisha felt the leather tighten and clasp her tightly. Then the laces were tightened. In the darkness Aisha heard her own laboured breathing through the holes over her nostrils before a ball was forced between her lips to make every word a muffled groan and every sentence a gabble of moans.

The sound of air being pumped though a valve, and the ball expanded to fill Aisha and force her jaw against the clasping leather of the faceless mask.

Veronica sighed theatrically like a teacher disappointed in her pupil's behaviour. Now came the lecture, inevitable really, but nevertheless critical to start the process of mentally subduing the new little sex slave.

"You are already a slave. Now! A commodity ready for sale. A cunt to be prepped. But we need to add real value first, before the final transaction. You will submit. Someone has paid a huge sum for you and they expect good quality from us and from you. Failure to reach the required standard will result in you being auctioned and that would be a shame because of all the work that you and I will have done. Also for you because we tend to sell disobedient slaves to places that use them rather, ahem, roughly."

Veronica reached out a hand and stroked Aisha's breasts. They were pert, actually petite. Well formed and firm to the touch. Aisha worked out, that was clear. Her body was fit and toned. Now that would need adjusting to make her more feminine and alluring, but she would carry it well, as long as the mental part of the training went well.

"It does not matter what you think now. You will think as we train you how to think. Your head will be full of our thoughts, and they are the servile thoughts of pleasing your new owner and not yourself. You will find great joy and satisfaction from serving the whims of your betters. Punishment is inevitable but you decide the degree, the level, to which we have to take it to break you to our will."

The car slowed and passed over a number of speed restricting bumps. Then it halted to pass a barrier. Finally there was a drive over gravel.