The Consequences of Embezzlement Synopsis

 

Rather than taking his and his friend’s wife to court for embezzling a considerable sum of money, Alan hands them over to ‘The Organisation’ for punishment and disposal.

 

 

The Consequences of Embezzlement

 

by obohobo

 

 

Warnings

 

Please take note!

 

The text in this story contains erotic material and is expressly written for adults only.

 

MF NC. Spanking

 

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This is a work of fiction, any resemblance to persons living, dead or otherwise is purely coincidental. The ideas and thoughts that follow are pure fantasies. In real life, at the very least they would be unpleasant and probably illegal. Fantasies are like that; daydreams where we can contemplate and imagine the sensations without suffering or inflicting the pain, despair or humiliation.

 

© obohobo 2010

 

 

Embezzlement

 

“Can I see you for a few minutes, Sir?”

 

“Is it urgent Miss Wetherston?”

 

“It’s serious Sir.”

 

“How serious Cleo?”

 

“Half a million pounds serious Sir.”

 

“Phew! Come in and close the door and please call me Alan.”

 

“I’m afraid this will take more than a few minutes.”

 

“I thought it might from the size of the file you are carrying.”

 

“… And it concerns your wife.”

 

Alan looked puzzled, “How about we have dinner at my club and go through it afterwards in one of the private conference rooms.”

 

“I’d love to have dinner with you Alan, but won’t that start the tongues wagging?”

 

“Only if they find out. You drive home and get a taxi to the Balfour Club to be there by seven. I’ll do the reservations and I suggest you disguise that file somehow.”

 

*****

 

“Thank you for a lovely meal Alan, and for the wine, at least that has made it slightly easier for me to say what I’ve found out.”

 

“You said it concerned half a million and it involved Josephine. I knew money was going astray, that’s why I called you in, but didn’t realise it amounted to such a colossal figure and I wouldn’t have believed my wife would have thought of a scheme to relieve me of that much.”

 

“I think her friend is the brains behind it.”

 

“Eve? My golfing partner, Peter Townswell’s wife? She always seems a quiet, mousy woman who works part time in the accounts department so I guess you will have met her. She is very friendly with Josephine and they’re often together. I guess you’d better start at the beginning.”

 

“I’ve only spoken to her in passing as I try to isolate myself from them when I do the audit and only deal with the head of the accounts department. They think I’m snobbish but it saves me asking questions of them or them trying to influence my work. So far I they seem to believe this is an ordinary audit. You had suspicions that the outgoings for producing the excavator parts was higher than it should be and when the time came for your annual audit, you asked my boss to send a senior accountant instead of the cheaper, junior we usually send. My brief, to discretely investigate the losses. I found a monthly order to, and invoices from, Bespoke Components Limited, each time for ten components at £450 plus VAT each. No name to the component, just a code VPM 7459367D. The orders went back several years and were always for the same number of components. That seemed odd when other items were ordered in variable quantities depending on the number and type of excavators made. I became more suspicious when I checked with Company House to find Bespoke Components weren’t listed and yet we electronically transferred money to their account each month.”

 

“So is that where the money is Cleo? And where does my wife and Evelyn fit into it?”

 

“All in good time Alan. I took a list of all the components ordered to Fred Bigham, the works foreman, to find out what all the bits were for. He’d never heard of the VPM 7459367D but knew about everything else. To allay any suspicions, I suggested it must be office or technology stuff and would check with them. I then went to Roger Santor the computer technologist and asked him to see if he could find more about the account the money went into. It took him all of two minutes to find out that it was an offshore savings bank and that Bespoke Components, a front for Josephine Halles account. He couldn’t get into it without a log in name or password, but he did say there were illegal programmes an unorthodox hacker would use to find that out. We may need Roger on board with this Alan. He also checked which terminal the orders were sent from and I’m sure you’ve guessed, Evelyn Townswell’s.”

 

“So Josephine and Evelyn are in this together. I wonder if Peter is? Doubt it, he’s too wrapped up in his landscape work. I’ve thought for some time, Josephine was thinking of leaving me, she’s been bossier than ever and we now sleep in separate rooms so I guess she is waiting until she has enough money in her account. I’d have thought half a million more than adequate, even if she takes Evelyn.”

 

“It’s actually £453,375 so maybe she wanted to top the half million mark. I heard rumours that her and Evelyn have a mistress and slave lesbian relationship.”

 

“I can well believe that.”

 

 

Eve

 

“Are you supposed to be in charge?” Josephine yelled at the well-dressed man behind the desk while I cowered alongside her, “If so tell these thugs to let us go so we can return to our homes. We don’t have much money so it’s hardly worth your while trying to hold us to ransom.” Over four hours previously, the four men captured and handcuffed and blindfolded us when we arrived at Josephine’s home and got out of the car. We had no idea where we were or why we’d been chosen.

 

“Oh, we won’t being asking for a ransom, Josie…”

 

“Josephine!”

 

“Josie,” the man repeated, “Your stay and training are already paid for… by your husbands! Mostly your husband Josie.” He laughed when we looked shocked, and went on, “Most of the money came from an offshore account in the name of Bespoke Components Ltd.”

 

I knew then we’d been found out and I guessed the new accountant caught us. By why didn’t they just hand us over to the police? Josephine must have had similar thoughts because she asked, “Why did they get you louts to kidnaps us? There’s a law against that!”

 

“Embezzlement is against the law too. I would also point out that your aggressive and abusive tone will only serve to increase any punishment you get.”

 

“You’d better not lay a finger on me bastard or I’ll…”

 

“You may refer to me as Sir, and not by any other name. For the immediate future I am your boss and will expect to be treated as such. Understand?” She didn’t answer but Sir went on. “You’ll do what? You have no idea where you are and you’re surrounded by four burly men, are you going to fight your way out? No I think not so perhaps you’ll keep quiet for a few minutes to find out what will happen to you.” He waited, half expecting a further outburst but none came. I stood quietly, shaking a little with fear, but the men were no longer holding me tightly like they did Josephine. First you will be subjected to a little self discipline and then you will be trained to become courtesans, or escorts if you’re good enough, otherwise we’ll sell you to a foreign brothel. A percentage of the payments will go to your husbands to repay some of their outlay. In all cases you will be trained to fuck in many different ways and in all your holes. Ladies too, will sample your services but that shouldn’t be a problem for you.”

 

“You can’t mean it… you can’t force us to become whores! I won’t permit it.”

 

“We’ll see how true that is by the end of the week. Failure to cooperate will only result in further pain. But enough talk. Get your clothes off Josie so we can see what sort of body we have to play with. You too Eve.”

 

I tentatively started to unbutton my cardigan but Josephine didn’t move and retorted, “Like hell I will, I’m not your whore and never will be!” She continued to berate him until Lewis, one of the thugs, put his hand over her mouth.

 

“Okay boys, hold her still. Diane, you know what to do.”

 

I hadn’t taken much notice of the young woman sitting at a desk in the corner until she stepped forward. Her dress revealed more of her body than I thought decent and indeed, her tits were fully on display, including her nipples and when she bent down, I could see her bare mound. Around her neck she wore a solid silver choker with a tag giving her name. I had a nasty feeling that she’d been captured too and made into a slave but she seemed happy enough and smiled at Sir.

 

As soon as Lewis uncovered her mouth to hold her arm, Josephine let forth a further torrent of abuse and Diane went back to her desk and from a drawer, held up a ball gag. Sir nodded and she quickly fastened it in Josephine’s mouth. I realised it would be easier for me to remain quiet and removed my cardigan and unbuttoned my blouse while my two captors, looked but left me alone. Diane brought a pair of tailor’s shears from her desk and proceeded to cut Josephine’s dress and underclothing from her. Despite the fact that her captors could have released her arms or lifted her from the floor to remove the items, she delighted in cutting the fabric into the smallest pieces and casting them to the floor, so I guessed Diane did it to further humiliate Jo. A nudge in my back reminded me to continue undressing unless I wanted mine shredded too.

 

Of course I’d seen Josephine naked many times and played with her gorgeous full tits but the men hadn’t and happily squeezed and mauled them until Sir came and inspected us. “You’re a well built woman Josie, pity you are such a bitch but I expect, after training, these knockers will please many men.” Stepping back, he appraised her buxom, dominating figure, her long coppery tinted hair that didn’t match her trimmed black pubic bush and, signalling the men to turn her around, took in her fleshy buttocks. He came to me and felt my tits and cunt and smiled to find me wet, “With a bit of make-up and a decent hair-do, you’ll do okay too. Many men ask for a MILF. Neither of you are mothers but they won’t know that.” Alongside Jo, my figure is smaller in every way. I’m shorter, skinnier, have perky 34B breasts and short, natural dirty blonde hair. Returning behind his desk, he went on, “We practice self discipline here and you both need a whipping for trying to defraud Alan out of a considerable sum of money. Fifty full frontal, light, Diane, twenty seconds intervals, with a penalty of two hard, doubling. Set Josie in the frame first.”

 

I had no idea what he meant except that we were to be whipped. Jo had whipped me before but usually with a soft flogger that reddens the skin and stings for a while unless, if in a bad mood, she hits harder or uses her crop. This time, as it was punishment, I imagined they’d use a bullwhip. I wept as the thugs took us to another room set out with a variety of punishment equipment. Not a dungeon as such, because the room was light and airy but it contained a variety of restraints, whips, paddles and canes. We had a few moments to look around and view what I termed, the torture equipment before they fastened me immovably to a stout chair and I pleaded with them not to hurt me but Diane said to be quiet otherwise I’d be gagged too.

 

“Fasten big-mouth to the frame boys,” Diane ordered. Horrified, I watched as they strapped her securely spread-eagled so she’d not be able to move a muscle, not even move her head. “This is a whipping machine,” Diane explained as she fitted a flexible cane-like whip into a mechanism that stood to one side, “It’s computer controlled except that you have to activate it for each stroke. You have to whip yourselves. This switch goes in your right hand and I’ll tape it there so you don’t drop it. You press the button to give yourself a stroke of the whip. Sir ordered fifty strokes, light ones but, seeing it is your first time, I doubt they’ll feel light to you. It will start at the top of your tits and work down to your thighs and back up, finishing at the top of your tits again. That is, if you don’t get any penalty strokes. You have twenty seconds in which to press the switch to receive the next stroke and if you fail to press it in the required time, the computer will immediately award you two hard strokes which do not count towards the total of fifty. If you still do not press the switch, you will receive a further four hard ones and in fact the number doubles each time so, whatever the pain, it is in your interest to press the switch each time. The computer will laser map your body to get the correct distance and location to apply each stroke and in fact it is slightly biased to whipping your mounds and tits so the strokes are slightly closer in those areas, only a few millimetres difference and after its been down and up your body, the strokes will almost overlap.” She went through it again to make sure we understood and then pressed the switch to test the machine. The whip sped around from well past the right angle position and made a hissing sound. It stopped before contacting Josephine’s breast. I wept, knowing that, had it landed, the result would have left a very painful welt. “One more thing, I have to connect you to a heart monitor so we know if you pass out and can give you a little shock to bring you round again. We don’t want you to miss out because you are unconscious. The computer allows for that. We’ll be watching in another room with the sound turned down so we don’t hear your screams and pleading, and the whippings will be recorded for your husbands, and others when we sell the DVD, to see you’ve been properly punished. Remove the bitch’s gag boys and then let us get a cup of tea while we watch her torment.”

 

“Do something to stop it you stupid cow,” Jo yelled at me but I couldn’t move. A wall monitor lit up and gave the information, ‘Mapping body’ and a red horizontal line scanned down Josephine from her chin to her knees. ‘Scanning completed’ appeared on the screen and then a mechanical voice with the words repeated on the screen, said, “You have 20 seconds to operate the switch starting from… NOW.”

 

Digital numbers began counting down from 20. When they reached 5, I yelled, “Press the button!” Fortunately she did and the whip hissed and then struck the top of her breasts leaving a red line across both. Jo yelled and swore but I didn’t think the blow hit overly hard, no harder than she’d used a riding crop to hit me at times. This time she ignored my yelling to press the button and the whipping machine laid on two in fairly quick succession, both much harder than the first one and leaving two deeper red welts on the upper side of her breasts. She swore and yelled but again didn’t pay attention to the screen until too late, four more rapid, hard strokes left marks across the front of her breasts and twice caught her nipples. I resolved that whatever the pain, to watch the screen and press the button before it hit me with harder strokes. For the next few times, Jo paid attention to me and pressed the button and the stripes now started to mark her stomach and had reached her belly button before she ignored my warning, or more probably, she didn’t hear it above her own screaming. Two more vivid welts appeared accompanied by horrendous screams. The screen registered twelve strokes although in reality she’d had twenty. She almost missed pressing the button again and then I saw her press several times in quick succession and the machine laid four on but spaced them out at about eight second intervals. I thought that might be a good idea too. So the whipping went inexorably on and twice more Jo caught extras and the machine was well into whipping towards her breasts again before the actual total reached the halfway mark and the screen indicated a one-minute pause. Jo sobbed, screamed and pleaded but no one came and the mechanical voice again announced, “Recommencement in 20 seconds.”

 

I could hardly see for crying but resolved to try and keep a clear head to warn Jo to press the button at the right time. She managed to do so until the whip caught the deep welts on her tits and twice more they received hard extras. Had she pressed the button at the right time, that would have been the end of her punishment but she still had sixteen more without further extras. The uncaring machine commenced its downward journey again, welting her tortured tits for a third time. Suddenly everything stopped, Jo’s head hung limp for several seconds before suddenly jerking up. I guessed she’d had a shock to bring her back to consciousness. “Keep pressing the button,” I yelled at her and that seemed to do the trick. Her thumb pressed the button frantically but without counting. Her score reached 48 before the ‘20 seconds’ warning appeared and she received two more hard ones, this time right across her mound. “Press twice,” I yelled and she did.

 

She remained fastened to the frame for several minutes before the thugs released her and fastened me in place. With no regard for her suffering, they dumped her in the chair and strapped her down. Nervous and afraid, but having seen what happened if the button wasn’t pressed at the right time, I resolved to keep ahead of the computer. Tears flooded from my eyes but the screen was clear enough and when the first 20 seconds warning came up I immediately pressed the button several times. With my head secured to the frame, I couldn’t look down but soon felt the sharp stinging pain on the top of both tits followed shortly by others as the machine worked its way down. I yelled when two strokes went across both nipples but feverishly continued working my thumb on the button. I hoped the computer would stop at the fifty mark, even if I’d hit the switch more times, but I did slow down when the welts rose upwards towards my tits. The warning never appeared and the whipping stopped at the prescribed number.

 

“Well, you soon worked out the system, Eve,” Diane commented while the men were releasing me, “Maybe you’ll soon learn to be a slave like me.” My body pain prevented me answering, but I thought, “I was almost Jo’s slave, how different will it be to be Sir’s slave?” Escorted but not needing support, I slowly walked back to Sir’s office. The thugs half carried Jo.

 

Once more we stood in front of Sir’s desk, Jo alternately mouthing obscenities and begging for release, me standing silently without being held although shaking with apprehension. “I think I’ll have Eve. Place her face up, on the desk and hold her legs back boys.” In that position, with my legs pulled well back and my sex open, it didn’t take much thought to know he intended to rape me. Between my thighs, I saw Diane open Sir’s trousers, take out his prick and suck it into her mouth until it hardened fully and I wondered if she may have had some sympathy for me because she left plenty of spit on it so it slid in easily. Sir ignored the welts on my body and fucked hard and molested my tits. I cried out with the pain but he curtly told me to shut-up or Diane would gag me. I did. Fortunately he came quickly but then made me kneel and suck him clean, something I always refused to do for Peter but didn’t dare refuse now.

 

“Take them away boys, they’re yours for the night.”

 

 

“I’m Jake and he’s Tom,” one of my guards introduced them while the three of us were under the shower. Surprising me with their gentleness, they carefully washed my face and front and, after drying me, rubbed a little oil into my welts and gave me a couple of painkillers. Both men sported erections bigger than I’d seen before, but apart from Peter’s, I’d seen only three pricks in an aroused state and when they took me into a room with a king-size bed, I knew I’d be fucked by them at least once during the night. I wanted to close my legs and refuse them entry but knew the consequences would involve further pain and one would hold me while the other force fucked me anyway like they did when Sir raped me. Jake took me first and Tom immediately afterwards and during Tom’s fuck, I actually climaxed for the first time with a man for many years. As with Sir, I had to clean them afterwards.

 

Whilst with Jo, I’d often fantasised about being a sex slave, but found the reality far less appealing. At least I didn’t have to make decisions on how to avoid having sex or have a row when I refused. The two men slept alongside me and I wondered at my chances of escaping but even walking was difficult, I had no clothes and I’d no idea where I was. “Trying to escape will only result in further whipping, best to wait until there’s a real chance,” I told myself.

 

Tom and Jake fucked me again in the morning and I orgasmed both times but that may be because they took longer than the previous evening. Had it not been for their weight on my sore tits and belly, I would have enjoyed it. After Peter’s feeble efforts and premature ejaculation, I’d turned to Jo and lesbianism, but I must admit, I didn’t always climax with her either. She insisted I made her cum though.

 

Jake returned to bed after we’d fucked and peed, but Tom stayed up and I timidly asked if we could get a cup of tea. Walking along a corridor past other rooms, we heard a yell that could only have come from Jo. Tom smiled, “Sounds like she’s not learning to go with the flow,” and I agreed with him. We sat, both of us naked, drinking our tea in a small kitchenette area on the same floor and talked. He learned a little of my life and I began to get some idea of the training we would get and found out that Jo and I were only the most recent of many ‘acquisitions’ he’d had to deal with. “They nearly all come in as bitches, women and a few men, usually sent in by rich husbands or parents for training in subservience. Some go back to their homes but others go on to be whore’s in one form or another. Your best bet is to get through the training with as little fuss as possible and when you’re in with a man you like, seduce him enough to keep you, otherwise you’ll be shipped to a brothel somewhere.” He started to give me an outline of the training when a naked woman came in and asked if she could make coffee for her master. I noticed welts across her bum and wondered what, if anything, she’d done to deserve them.

 

 

“Have you heard from the Organisation, Alan?”

 

“Yes, a disc came in today’s post, Cleo. Haven’t had chance to watch it yet, probably will put it on the large screen tonight. Would you like to see it too? You did suggest them as an alternative to court proceedings.”

 

“I only heard of them through another firm I sorted out an embezzlement for but from what heard later, the DVD might be a bit gruesome. I did say they used corporal punishment.”

 

“Yeah, the man I contacted said that too and then they’d train them to become proficient in sexual techniques and we could either have them back or sell them on. I doubt if I will want Jo back, but I’m not sure about Alan. I think the first DVD is of their punishment.”

 

“Perhaps I’d better watch it with you, in case you need someone to hold your hand,” Cleo laughed.

 

“It won’t be my hand I’ll want you to hold!”

 

That evening after having dined together and sitting on the couch sharing a bottle of wine, Alan pressed the start button on the remote control. An hour later, when the screen went black, Cleo remarked, “Ye Gods Alan, I’d been told they used corporal punishment but didn’t expect it to be that bad. If that was the end of it, it would certainly be better than a long prison sentence but it’s not, now they have to become whores and work for a living in the sex industry. Will you take Jo back later?”

 

“No way. My lawyer has drafted the divorce papers and The Organisation will ensure they’re signed. Eve will get hers at the same time as my lawyer is doing both. We’ll be free in about six months. They’ll only be free if someone wishes to keep them. Much will depend on their attitude to their training. Eve may well do okay but I doubt if Jo will change her manner, at least not in the short term.”

 

“The film certainly engaged your attention,” Cleo touched the tent in his trousers, “Do you want to watch it again?” She paused, “Without the encumbrances?”

 

“Only Jo’s whipping and only if you are unencumbered too. Eve’s performance was a bit tame although I had to admire her strategy.”

 

“Can we play it in the bedroom?”

 

 

Two months later

 

“Peter had a long letter from Eve this morning, Cleo and he’s sent me a copy. Would you like to come for dinner and read it with me afterwards? So far I’ve only skimmed through it.”

 

“Will we be reading it in bed and will it get you horny?” Cleo laughed.

 

“You get me horny anytime, but, yes, reading it while we lie naked in bed will add to our enjoyment.”

 

“See you about six then Alan.”

 

 

Dear Peter,

 

My Master and Mistress decided that now was an opportune time for me to revue my life and give my views on the training I received at the hands of The Organisation and my life since being sold. Master and Mistress will read it and maybe censor it before it is printed and sent to you.

 

Firstly, I signed the divorce papers yesterday, agreeing with your terms so it is only a matter of some months before you are free of me and can find someone more suited to you, it you haven’t already done so. I don’t have that choice, I am their slave, nominally called a ‘maid’ and must serve them until I am either sold on or freed.

 

We know you will have received a DVD showing the highlights of my training but Mistress thought you would have a better idea of what I went through, if I gave you a personal account. Jo went through much the same training but frequently rebelled which resulted in further punishments and a longer period of training. Her superiority attitude combined with her strong lesbian tendencies, caused her to visit the whipping machine several times, and on one occasion when she almost refused to press the button, led to a couple of days in the clinic. While I didn’t often show my heterosexual side to you, I am really more bisexual than a lesbian and being submissive, I followed orders better and the training strengthened my heterosexual side. In a way I am lucky in that my owners satisfy all three sides of my nature. Mistress is a devout lesbian and Master and his friends use me instead, but I will come to that later.

 

On the first morning of our training we had a preview of the ‘course’; a compilation video of previous ‘students’ undergoing training in oral, vaginal, and anal techniques with one or more men and various sexual methods with women. I’ve given you blowjobs in our early courting days but mostly I spat the semen out, now they expected us to hold it in our mouths and show it to the man before swallowing. I thought it pretty disgusting but Jo vehemently stated she would never do it. We sat with our two minders who got fed up with her outbursts and bound her to the chair and forced a gag into her mouth. At intervals, a girl student on the film would refuse to do a task and we saw her on the whipping machine to receive a standard twenty strokes applied at the hard setting, and, like when we were on it, there were penalties for failure to press the button.

 

We’d done most of the techniques shown, including anal sex in the early days of our marriage and before I met Jo, but I’d not had group sex and, before the previous night, had not had sex with more than one person. The film showed a girl on a bed with a queue of men waiting to use her. I wondered how I would cope with that and with the double penetration they showed. Not surprisingly with all the sex on screen, I became wet and Tom grinned when he touched my cunt. (I’m supposed to use crude terms in this letter). In many ways I suppose my submissive nature gave me the advantage over Jo, who tried to kick against every stage of our training. I decided the least painful way to get through it all, was to go with the flow and sat through it all without speaking. Some of the girls in the video appeared to enjoy what they did and I later found this to be the case, indeed I enjoyed many aspects of my training but there were some things I absolutely hated. Water sports, I found particularly obnoxious and that led to another session on the whipping machine, but more on that later.

 

Our training started immediately the DVD ended and we had to give our minders a blowjob and perform like those girls in the film. I tried but felt the strap a few times to encourage me do put more effort in, Jo though only sullenly sucked the ends of their pricks and spat out the semen. They put her over a chair and gave her a dozen hard ones with the strap. The pain whilst still suffering the effects of the whipping, made her howl loudly but she had to suck the second minder before lunch.

 

In the afternoon we had to repeat the exercises with other slaves until by bedtime, I’d sucked eight men off. I don’t know how many Jo had because I didn’t see her until breakfast next morning. Late evening they took me to a room with a bed and shortly after an elderly man came in and I sucked and fucked him before going to bed with my minders.

 

That set the pattern for our training. Mornings sex with our minders, and on the second day it was anal sex with further training on the subject with other slaves in the afternoon and then servicing clients in the evening. I became a real whore or, more truthfully, a prostitute although I never received any of the money. In some ways I began to enjoy ‘ordinary’ sex and, after a week or so, even the anal stuff. Jo and I were often separated because they quickly promoted me to the more advanced stages. I suppose my subservient nature helped in that respect.

 

Jo I know visited the whipping machine at least twice and on the last occasion ended up in the clinic because she failed to press the button.

 

During my third week, I twice went to parties at private houses, once for a group of six business men who gangbanged me in an orgy that used all my holes and the second party several of us slaves attended as waitresses to about thirty guests, male and female, and after the meal the party degenerated into an orgy with us slaves being used in any way by men and women alike. Of course, I enjoyed servicing women again even when a man fucked me at the same time.

 

As I said I didn’t enjoy the water sports. I could tolerate being creamed on by a group of men and found being hosed down with piss rather disgusting but I knew I have to let them do it. When it came to drinking piss, my body revolted and I coughed it all up and pleaded not to be made to do it a second time but they insisted and when I shook my head, the head trainer ordered twenty hard with the usual interval penalties, to given to my arse. I remembered the system and hardly had the first tremendously painful cut lashed into my poor bottom, before I pressed the button feverishly. I found it very painful to sit and walk for a few days but that didn’t halt my training. I had to try and drink another man’s piss soon after and didn’t refuse, believing it better to be sick than to be whipped. This happened almost every time and I think they realised that it was something I couldn’t control and I wasn’t asked to do it towards the end of my training time. Fortunately my new owners are not into it either.

 

By the end of a month, my actual training had ceased and it was more a case of satisfying customers like a brothel tart. Quite often I enjoyed it, even when they spanked me for some minor fault. Usually this was an over-the-knee bare bum spanking with much rubbing between spanks.

 

One morning, Tom came to me, “You’ve been sold privately and I’ve to take you to get an implant so The Organisation can check your whereabouts. When that’s healed, you’ll be handed over to your new owners, a Mr. and Mrs. Cranston.”

 

I asked how they knew of me, thinking they may have been at one of the parties. “Yes, you met them once Eve but they’ve also watched many of the videos taken when you had other clients and after they’d reviewed the reports from Jake and me.” He wouldn’t give me any other information and I spent several days wondering who my new owners were and what they would be like. In a way I was glad not to have to take part in an auction but that a married couple bought me, was a surprise.

 

I get on with them quite well. Technically I am a servant and am paid a small wage to assist with the cooking and cleaning and, more recently, helped with their accounts. They’ve punished me twice with a strap for minor infractions but really it was a fun thing for them. Sexually I am available to do anything at any time but mostly with Mr. Cranston being at work during the day, the sex takes place at night and at weekends. I have a single bed in their bedroom but often share their bed. Mr. Cranston fucks me front and back but never touches his wife. She’s a lesbian dyke and I service her orally frequently while her husband is ploughing me. For them, it is a satisfactory arrangement. Twice I’ve been loaned to a guest for the night, which makes a bit of variety and I expect to be used by more than one guest at the party they’ve arranged for next weekend.

 

Well that about brings you up-to-date. I’ve no idea what happened to Jo, as I haven’t heard from her or anything about her since a week or two before I left.

 

Eve.

 

 

“You haven’t heard from Jo either?”

 

“Not a thing and Peter only knows because of the divorce proceedings and the payment he received for his share of Eve’s sale.”

 

“I would have thought Jo would be sold by now?”

 

“Perhaps she has been but it took a week or two for Peter to get his money. From Eve’s letter, I doubt Jo will go to a private buyer and will most likely be taken abroad. In a way I’m sorry for her but in other ways she’s getting what she deserves. Now let me give you what you deserve Cleo.”

 

“Umm, yes please. I can feel it is all nice and ready.”

 

 

Finis