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				Chapter 10 Rachel



	I entered the garage just as the car doors opened. Mei waved at me. 

Rachel was climbing awkwardly out of the 959's compact cabin and 

didn't see me at once. I took the opportunity to study her.

	A full blooded Apache Indian, Rachel was 5' 5" tall and weighed 140 

pounds. The weight was in her bones and muscles, she was stocky but 

not fat. She described herself as athletic and her favorite hobby as 

spelunking. Exactly why she wanted to become a slave was rather vague.

	She was wearing a rather plain white cotton dress with yellow flowers. 

It looked like something you'd wear to a job interview. Her feet were in 

basic brown loafers, and her hair was pulled back into a single braid 

reaching to her middle back. I noticed she'd braided a bright yellow 

ribbon through it, the effect was unusual and attractive.

	Just like Rachel herself. She wasn't beautiful like Mei but there was 

something in her manner, a secret hiding within her, that showed 

through. I'd heard it in her tape, I'd felt it in her letters.

	And, of course, she was the only Amerind who'd applied. That might 

have influenced my judgment.

	Rachel was pulling her suitcases out of 959's minuscule back seat, 

giving me a nice view of her ample rear end. She turned and caught me 

looking at her. Surprised, she sat her suitcase down and stood there.

	"Hello." I said.

	"Hi." Her voice caught, she was nervous. I smiled warmly and walked 

forward to take her hands. She shivered once, looking up at me.

	"Welcome home, Rachel." I said. Mei came up and smiled at the 

Amerind girl. Turning my attention to the Chinese girl I said.

	"Any problems?"

	"No, master." Mei shook her head. "We stopped to let Rachel get a bite 

to eat. There wasn't much traffic, so I made good time." She patted the 

959 affectionately. "You were right, this beast is quick."

	"How was your trip, Rachel? Did you have any problems?" I asked 

her. She shook her head.

	"It was so easy it was spooky. I can't believe I'm two thousand miles 

away from home. The furthest I've ever been before was Phoenix. And I'm 

still on Mountain Time. To me it's only seven o'clock."

	"Jet lag can be a royal pain." Mei said, picking up one of Rachel's 

suitcases. Taking my cue I picked up the other.

	"Why don't we get you settled in first, then we can all get acquainted 

better." I suggested, leading the way. Mei slammed the 959's door like a 

long time owner. I noticed Rachel didn't wince at the sacrilege. Not a car 

buff then.

	"I've put you in the room next to Mei." I said as we headed for the back 

stairs. That's one thing I love about my house, it's got an almost Gothic 

reverence for nooks and crannies, back stairways and secret doors.

	"I'll take you on a tour of the house later.." I said as we climbed the 

stairs. Rachel looked around her, plainly impressed by her surroundings. 

She gasped in delight when I opened the door to her room.

	"It's huge!" She exclaimed, walking in and turning completely around. 

"The bed's as big as my whole room!" Mei watched Rachel's enthusiastic 

exploration with a fond smile. She'd helped me get the room ready. I 

watched both girls, feeling a warm feeling of joy sift through me. It felt 

good to give someone something that made them happy. And I hadn't 

been happy in so long it was still a novelty.

	"Would you like some help unpacking?" I asked. Rachel looked up 

from the bed, which like Mei's was a wooden four-poster water bed 

without baffles.

	"No, that's OK, I can manage." Rachel smiled.

	"I'll keep you company while you unpack." Mei offered. "And we can 

catch up on some needed girl talk." She looked at me significantly.

	"Uh oh." I staggered comically. "Girl talk! Egad, that's my cue to exit 

stage left. Bye! Mei, when you've finished your girl talk I'll be in the 

living room."

	"Yes, master." She said, making shooing motions with her hands. She 

was grinning. Rachel looked from one of us to the other in confusion. I 

left, closing the door behind me.

	It was about half an hour before the girls came down. I'd busied myself 

by making a printed copy of the house rules. I also rescued Rachel's letter 

from the stack of mail which in the excitement hadn't been put out for the 

postman. I did that too, feeling the warm spring breeze ruffle my hair. It 

was in the upper sixties, South Carolina has a pleasant climate in our part 

of the state.

	I was idly flipping through the channels on the satellite dish when 

Rachel and Mei came into the room. Mei was still wearing her red dress, 

but Rachel had changed into a floor length yellow nightgown of some 

silky material, probably nylon. It billowed around her as she moved, 

catching against a leg or arm every so often.

	It was modest and slightly sexy, and fit her well. She'd freed her braid, 

letting the black hair stream as it would around her.

	"Wow." I said, standing up. Rachel smiled at me.

	"Do I please you, master?" She asked, low and seductive. I swallowed, 

acutely aware just how much she did. Mei must have given her some 

pointers. I wondered just what Mei had said.

	"Very, very, much. But please, tonight you're my guest. Tomorrow 

night will be soon enough to begin your slavery. Why don't you have a 

seat? There's some things I want to talk to you about."

	"I was hoping to begin tonight, master." Rachel protested, sitting down 

on the couch. I sat back down across from her. Mei walked behind my 

chair and rested one hand on my shoulder.

	"I do like your attitude." I said, smiling. "But there are some things I 

want to go over with you first, OK?"

	"Yes, sir." She sat with her legs together, hands folded demurely in her 

lap. Absently I reached up and stroked Mei's hand. She squeezed my 

shoulder gently.

	"First, I did say I would pay for your relocation expenses. You arrived 

so quickly we didn't get a chance to send you your check. I'd like to 

correct that now, so here you are." I leaned forward and handed her the 

check. She looked at it and her eyes got very wide.

	"A thousand dollars?" She gulped, looking up at me. "I don't know 

what to say! You paid for my plane ticket, and my dinner, surely that's 

enough?"

	"There's more to relocation that travel." I said, smiling at her 

astonishment. "You can save the money, if you like, or go on a shopping 

spree." Rachel looked down at the check in her hands.

	"This is more money than I've ever seen in one place before." She said. 

"It's too generous, I can't take it." She held the check out to me.

	"Take it." Mei urged her. "Think of all the lovely things it will buy."

	"A gift, for your courage." I said firmly. "A reward for your daring."

	Rachel was speechless. She looked at me, then at Mei, then at the 

check in her hand. "I shouldn't." She mumbled.

	"Go ahead." Mei urged her again. "Tomorrow we'll go into town and 

I'll show you how to spend it."

	"Well-" Rachel was weakening. "If you really think I should-"

	"You should." I said. "In fact, it's an order. Your first command as my 

slave girl."

	"Then I can't refuse, can I?" She asked, smiling.

	"No. But before you get carried away there's something very serious we 

have to talk about. This-" I said, handing her the page of rules. "-is a 

set of rules you'll be expected to follow as long as you live here. I'd like to 

go over them with you, and make sure there's nothing you don't 

understand or can't live with."

	"What if there were to be?" She asked, turning serious. I shrugged.

	"If there is, you'll be a thousand dollars richer and we'll put you on a 

plane no later than tomorrow afternoon."

	"You're kidding." Rachel said in disbelief. "Just like that?"

	"Just like that." I said solemnly. "Anything less would be tantamount to 

abduction and rape." Rachel sat still, trying to grasp what I had just said.

	"I guess I don't understand." Rachel said after a moment.

	"What Paul is trying to say." Mei said softly. "Is that he must be 

absolutely certain you are here of your own free will and under no false 

pretenses. Because during your slavery he can make you do anything. He 

could rape you, or let someone else rape you, and you would be helpless 

to stop any of it. So he must be sure, to protect all of us."

	"That's right." I said. "It isn't all candlelight and roses." I took Mei's 

hand and pulled her down into my lap. Rachel looked mildly shocked at 

this casual display.

	"Twenty-four hours ago Mei was a virgin, just like you. She isn't, 

now." Rachel blushed. Even with her dark skin it was obvious.

	"I'm sorry to embarrass you, Rachel." I said softly. "But when you give 

yourself to me there are no limits. I will do whatever I want to you and 

you won't be able to stop me. From 6 in the evening till 6 the next 

morning you are my property, and I may do anything to you. Just as I did 

to Mei last night."

	"I loved it, master. You know that." Mei said, squeezing my hand. She 

looked at Rachel gravely. Rachel was twisting her hands nervously.

	"Last night I became Paul's slave. It was a night I'll never, ever, forget. 

There was horror, and ecstasy and pain so intermingled I couldn't tell one 

from another. He raped every opening in my body, he demanded my 

soul."

	Mei leaned toward Rachel. "And I gave it to him. Willingly. As you 

must, if you are to become his slave. Rachel, it's the most wonderful 

feeling in the world. But it was terrifying, too. That's why he and you 

must be sure."

	"You can always leave during the part of the day you're free." I said. 

"But during the night, at least twice every month I'll claim your body and 

your mind."

	"I-yes." She said. "Yes." She was pale now, frightened but resolute.

	"The courage of your ancestors flows in your veins." I said softly. "You 

are worthy to join us. Welcome, slave girl. Tomorrow night you will lose 

your virginity." I blinked.

	"But first, the house rules." I said, trying to shake the somber mood 

we'd fallen into. Rachel nodded, peering down at her paper. I shooed Mei 

to another chair.

	"There are three sections, the Bill of Rights, the Day Rules, and the 

Night Rules." I explained. "Of the three the Bill Of Rights is the 

shortest." I laughed. "Of course." Rachel smiled and Mei giggled.

	"The first right is very simple. You won't be injured or endangered in 

any way. This is the first law, and it has no exceptions. There'll be no risk 

of your being bruised, or cut, or burned. You'll be safe from venereal 

disease or pregnancy. I might ask your permission to pierce your ears, 

nipples, or labia, although under no circumstances will you be coerced in 

any way to comply. The same is true of tattooing." I raised my eyes.

	"Do you understand, Rachel?"

	"I think so. You're saying I won't get hurt."

	"No." I shook my head. "I'm saying you won't be harmed. I will hurt 

you, from time to time."

	"I don't see the difference." Rachel said.

	"I won't burn you with a lighter." I explained. "I won't brand you with a 

branding iron. I won't cut you with a knife, or push safety pins through 

your nipples."

	"I will whip you, or paddle you, or use body wax to remove body hair 

(and that hurts). I can use electric shock or make you hold in a massive 

enema."

	"There will be pain." I said. "But no injury. Now do you understand?"

	"Yes." She took a deep breath.

	"Do you agree to permit it?"

	"Yes."

	"Good. Your next right is also very simple. The items that you bring 

with you, or buy with your allowance, are yours. They belong to you at all 

times, and no one may take them or use them without your permission, or 

damage them. This is true during your periods of slavery as well as your 

periods of freedom, although during your slavery you may be forbidden 

access to them. Do you understand that?"

	"Nobody can take my stuff, or use it without my permission. I 

understand." Rachel nodded. "Although it seems rather obvious."

	"We decided to put it down. During your slavery, these are your only 

rights. By becoming a slave you've agreed to forfeit all others." I said. 

"And lastly, any pet shall be treated as your property. Under no 

circumstances are they to be teased or abused in any manner, by anyone. 

They aren't to be included in any sex games, they are to be considered 

minor children and treated as such."

	"Minor children?" Rachel asked, grinning.

	"One of the girls is bringing her dog. This says we won't make her fuck 

him." Rachel stared at me aghast.

	"Fuck a dog? You've got to be joking." She stared at me. I didn't 

move.

	"You're actually going to make me fuck a dog?" Rachel asked. I 

shrugged.

	"You might. You might not." I grinned suddenly. "Luck of the draw. 

You'll never know-until it's too late."

	"I want to go home." Rachel said, scared. She stood up. I sighed, 

lowering my head.

	"I knew I'd lose you." I said miserably. "Would you like to leave 

tonight, or in the morning?" My stomach knotted in frustration.

	"Has he really lost you, Rachel?" Mei asked sadly.

	"You heard him! He's going to make me fuck a dog if I stay! My god, 

Mei he'll make you do it! Is that what you want?"

	"No." She said. "He'd have to shackle me to a bondage frame. And gag 

and blindfold me. But I wouldn't fight him. I'd probably hate it, but I'd let 

him bind me for it."

	Rachel looked at her like she'd lost her mind.

	"For God's sake, why? Why would you let him do something so 

perverted to you?"

	"Because I love him. And I want to please him, no matter how much I 

might hate it. I'm his slave, Rachel. Totally and utterly submissive to his 

every whim."

	"That's crazy." Rachel muttered.

	"Perhaps. But that's the soul of it, the whole of it. To be forced to do 

whatever pleases my master, that excites me."

	"Even that?" Rachel asked.

	"Even that. Rachel, we have different points of view. I'd hate it if he 

made me. But I'd hate other things too. Like being paddled. Or being 

raped by a dozen men, one after another. But I'd do them instantly, if he 

commanded me. Remember, I've had one night with him. You haven't felt 

your soul thrill to a dozen orgasms in the space of three hours, each one 

more intense than any you'd ever given yourself. You haven't been seared 

by pleasure so overwhelming it made you faint."

	She stared at the Amerind girl. "Rachel, believe me. What we're doing 

isn't easy, and it isn't always pleasant. But the thrill of being owned is 

worth any discomfort. Try it for a while. You can always leave if you 

don't like it."

	"No thanks." Rachel said. "I thought he'd tie me up and make love to 

me. I never counted on all the rest. I want to go home."

	"It's too late for a charter tonight." I said, heavy hearted. "Tomorrow, 

we'll arrange for a flight for you back to Tucson. I'll have a helicopter fly 

you to Charleston. I'm sorry, Rachel. Of all the ladies I especially wanted 

you."

	"I'm sorry, too, Rachel. We could have had a lot of fun together." Mei 

said. Rachel looked at her speculatively for a moment. Shaking herself 

she stood up.

	"I'm sorry too. I've made you spend so much money on me. I feel 

terrible, I wish there was some way I could repay you. But this is too 

much, I'm sorry!" She looked down at the check in her hands and 

dropped it on the coffee table. She started to leave the room.

	"Rachel." Mei said. The Apache girl turned to her. "Spend tonight with 

him." She was begging, tears running down her cheeks. "See what it's 

like. You've come all this way. It would be a shame not to know, 

wouldn't it?" Rachel stared at her, started to speak.

	"No." I said. Both girls turned to me. "It wouldn't be fair to Rachel, it 

wouldn't be fair to me, and Mei, my lovely sweet lady, it wouldn't be fair 

to you." I felt like crying myself. I took a deep slow breath to control 

myself.

	Bending down I picked up the check. Moving to the Indian girl I put 

the check in her hand.

	"For having the courage to try." I said. "For granting me the honor of 

coming here. You deserve this much. I'm sorry I couldn't give you a home 

too." Rachel dropped the check and fled the room. I thought I heard her 

sob as she bolted upstairs to her room. Mei came to me and picked up the 

check.. She put it on the coffee table. Coming back she embraced me. I 

could feel the dampness on her check as she hugged me.

	"I'm so sorry, master." Mei whispered. "I know how you looked 

forward to her." I put my arms around her and let the tears come.

	"I've been disappointed worse than this." I murmured to her. "Will you 

sleep with me tonight? I don't want to be alone."

	"Of course, master." She kissed me. "I'm not sore anymore. I'll make 

you forget her." 

	"No, Mei." I said, smiling sadly down at her. "I know you're lying. 

You'll be sore for two more days at least. I just want to have someone to 

hold tonight. Someone to comfort me." I chuckled. "Listen to me. I'm 

acting like a little boy who's not gotten a toy he wanted. Rachel deserves 

more than that. She's a human being, just like you and me. I frightened 

her off, it's my fault and I'll just have to take the consequences of my own 

stupidity."

	Wise Mei didn't say a word, just guided me upstairs to my room. She 

told me she'd be right back and disappeared. I undressed and went to bed. 

When Mei came back she was wearing a sheer white silk gown that 

reached the floor. It was slit at each leg up to the arm hole, closed by 

ribbons at underarm and waist. She slipped into bed with me and held me 

softly. We talked about small things, childhood memories of long 

summer days and cold winter nights.

	Finally we fell asleep.





				Chapter 11 Restitution



	I woke suddenly, listening. Mei was cuddled against me, still asleep. I 

was stiff, alert. Something had woken me, something unusual.

	A soft knocking came from the door. I looked at my watch and saw it 

was only six o'clock. I gently shook Mei awake.

	"Good morning." She murmured. The knock came again. Mei glanced 

at the door, startled.

	"It must be Rachel." I said softly. "I wonder what she wants."

	"Invite her in and see." Mei said. "Perhaps she's changed her mind 

about leaving."

	"Optimist." I scolded gently. She grinned.

	"Come in!" I called loudly. There was a pause, then the door opened 

slowly and Rachel slipped in, closing the door behind her. She started to 

move to the bed when she saw Mei. Her face paled and she put one hand 

to her mouth.

	"I'm sorry! I thought-I'd better go!" Rachel started to retreat.

	"Wait!" Mei called. Undecided, like a doe scenting the morning air for 

danger, Rachel hovered. Mei slipped quickly out of bed and ran to the 

Indian girl.

	"Please, come." Mei said softly, tugging the larger girl's hand. Rachel 

had 35 pounds and seven inches on the Chinese girl, but let herself be 

led. She was still wearing the gown she'd worn last night, and her hair 

was loose. Mei drew her down to sit on the bed beside her, just inches 

from me. Rachel refused to meet my eyes. Noticing something I examined 

her more carefully. Mei caught it quicker than I did.

	"You've been crying." She murmured softly, holding Rachel's hands. 

Rachel bit her lip and lowered her head. She took a deep breath.

	"I don't know how to say this, and you've got every right to laugh at me. 

I didn't sleep much last night. I'm so confused I can't see straight."

	"I want to stay, if you'll have me." Rachel stared at the floor, refusing 

to look at either of us. Mei smiled at me. I frowned.

	"Why this change of heart, Rachel?" I asked. "Last night you seemed 

pretty definite."

	"I've had time to think." Rachel said quietly. "I tossed and turned all 

night. I kept seeing you and Mei, sad because I was going to leave. 

Giving me that thousand dollars, even after what I'd done. Mei, crying 

because I was too scared to think straight." She shivered.

	"I've never had very much, I'm just a poor dumb Indian girl who's 

daddy ran away from the reservation. This whole thing is like a dream for 

me. This house, that bed! My god, it was like having every wish I'd ever 

had dropped in my lap!" She looked at me finally. "And then you said I'd 

have to fuck a dog and the dream turned into a nightmare. I panicked, I 

just fell apart."

	"Why should I believe it won't happen again?" I said. "It might seem 

silly to you, Rachel, but this is important to me. Losing you hurt-a lot. 

And I hadn't even enslaved you yet. You made me feel so bad I cried, and 

you made Mei cry too. Why should I risk you freaking out down the road 

when it's going to hurt me a lot worse? What if you hurt others too? 

What then?"

	"I want to have another chance. I won't fail again, I promise." Rachel's 

eyes were red and she had bags under them.

	"Are you doing this just to get rich?" I asked cruelly. "Is that it? The 

fancy cars, the big house, the swimming pool? Are you a whore?"

	"Think what you want." She said miserably. "But let me stay."

	"You did want her, master." Mei said suddenly. "Please, give her 

another chance."

	"Will you take full responsibility for her?" I asked. "Submit to anything 

she refuses, and be punished for it in the bargain?"

	"Yes." Mei said instantly. Rachel looked stricken.

	"Mei, no!" Rachel protested. "That isn't fair!"

	"Neither was what you did last night." I snapped. "Mei, on your head 

be it."

	"Yes, master." Mei smiled.

	"Rachel." I said coldly. Shivering she looked at me. "I'm still not 

convinced. There must be a test."

	"What kind of test?" Rachel asked fearfully.

	"The Apaches had a trial by ordeal, didn't they?" I asked. Rachel 

nodded slowly.

	I stared at her grimly. She fidgeted nervously.

	"Are you a whore?" I asked suddenly. "Is the money the only reason 

you want to stay?"

	"Master!" Mei said, shocked.

	"Be silent, Mei." I snapped. "This is too important. If the only reason 

she's here is to improve her lifestyle I have a right to know. Well?" I 

asked the Indian girl.

	"I'd be lying if I said that wasn't a part of it." Rachel said soberly, 

staring at the floor. "At home I share my bed with my two younger 

sisters. I can remember days when I didn't eat because we couldn't afford 

food."

	"I have three hundred dollars to my name. My suitcases hold 

everything I own in the world. This gown," She said, touching the nylon. 

"I saved up for six months to buy."

	She looked around. "This room is bigger than our whole house. So, yes, 

the money is important. If that makes me a whore, then so be it."

	She turned and looked me straight in the eye. "But that's not everything. 

The thought of being owned by a man thrills me. I guess every girl 

dreams of being a slave at some time in her life. At home, I have to 

scrimp and save, and I'll be wrinkled and ugly before I'm thirty-five. That 

scares the shit out of me."

	"You offered me a chance to live as a pampered rich man's plaything. 

Who knows how long I'll stay young and beautiful here? And if you 

should ever get tired of me I'll have something to start fresh with. At 

home I'm trapped in a dead end life with no prospects of ever getting out. 

Here, there are at least possibilities."

	She stared at me, not submissive but not challenging either. Mei was 

dismayed by Rachel's admission. She'd come from an upper class 

background, and had never had a truly hungry day in her life. I was from 

middle class parents, and had had a reasonable childhood. We hadn't 

been rich, but we weren't hurting either.

	"You answer like a prostitute." I said neutrally. "Solid, pragmatic and 

without illusions. I ask you again, flat out. Are you a whore?"

	"No." Rachel said. Mei looked out of place, sad and disturbed. My 

heart ached to see her like that. This wasn't at all what I had envisioned.

	"Why were you crying? Nothing you've said explains that."

	"Last night you handed me more money than I'd ever seen in one place. 

After I said I wanted to go home. Mei was crying, for God' sake! I can 

see she loves you. And I thought to myself, this is a good man. Here I've 

made him waste more money than I've got in the bank on a plane ticket, 

and I'm leaving, and he's giving me a gift!" She shook her head.

	"I see things." She said suddenly. "I'm good at noticing details, I 

always have been. What I see here makes me want to be part of it. Mei 

loves you, and you love her. My mother always told me love was more 

important than money." She laughed. "I always thought she just said that 

because we didn't have any."

	"That's why I want to stay. Yes, the big house and the fancy clothes are 

important. So's the money. But there's also the love I think I can be part 

of."

	She watched me, waiting for my answer. I was very pleased with her 

response. It combined a solid practicality with a dreamer's soul. Still, it 

had hurt when she decided to leave. And she'd made Mei cry.

	"All right, Rachel. You can stay." I said. Rachel sagged in relief. Mei's 

face lit up like a child with an ice cream cone.

	"But." I said, holding up one hand. Both girls looked at me alertly. 

"But, you're on probation, Rachel. Last night's behavior was totally 

unacceptable. If it ever happens again you're out of here, permanently, no 

ifs, ands or buts." I watched her sternly. She nodded but didn't speak.

	"You aren't going to get away with it this time, either. I'm going to 

punish you, Rachel. It's going to take all night, and be the worst agony 

you can imagine. It will start with a public humiliation and end with 

torture that will make you think you've died and gone to Hell."

	"You won't be injured, but the pain will be horrible. I'm going to show 

you just how badly you can hurt and still stay conscious."

 	Rachel turned pale. She hung her head and didn't say anything for 

several minutes. I waited.

	"All right." She finally said. "Torture me, if you must. I want to stay."

	"Then go and try to rest." I said. "It's going to be a long night. I want 

you at your best." Silently, Rachel rose and left. Mei watched me 

uncertainly.

	"Are you really going to torture her, master?" Mei asked, troubled. I 

patted the bed at my side. Mei obediently climbed over me and slipped 

under the covers.

	"Don't you think she deserves it?" I asked, putting my arms around her. 

Mei shook her head.

	"To be punished, yes. But not tortured. That could injure her."

	"No." I said firmly. "Although it might leave marks. I guarantee she'll 

never be in any real danger. But don't let her know that."

	"Did she offend you so badly, then?" Mei asked.

	"She made you cry." I said softly, stroking her back. "What punishment 

would you suggest, little one?"

	"Oh, I don't know." Mei said. She relaxed as my fingertips dug into 

taut muscles. "Um, that feels good. What about a spanking? Isn't that 

traditional?"

	"That's not enough." I said. "Rachel is a whore. Whether she's a virgin 

or not she has a prostitute's mentality. I'm going to take advantage of that. 

First, she's going to suffer public humiliation. Then she's going to have a 

spanking, working up to a paddling, then the whip and finally, torture."

	"What do you mean, public humiliation?" Mei asked, alarmed. "You 

said that before. What are you going to do?"

	"You'll see. Now go back to sleep. We have a long day and a longer 

night ahead of us."

	"I can't sleep now!" Mei protested. I chuckled.

	"Sure you can.. You're body's still on West Coast time. For you it's four 

in the morning."

	"Well-I am just a little sleepy." She admitted. She closed her eyes and 

relaxed. I closed mine and started to doze, not sleeping, just letting my 

mind drift. Visions of what I was going to do to Rachel floated past my 

mind's eye. Somewhere in there I fell asleep.

	When I woke up it was ten o'clock. Mei was gone, the sheet where 

she'd lain was cool. I got up and took a shower then got dressed and went 

downstairs.

	Rachel was coming out of the library when I appeared. She nodded a 

nervous greeting. I yawned widely, and waved vaguely around.

	"Seen Mei?" I asked, running my hands through my hair to help me 

wake up.

	"She told me she was going into town to pick up some groceries." 

Rachel said, shifting from foot to foot.

	"Did you get any sleep?" I asked. She was wearing old faded jeans and 

an oversized man's workshirt. On her they looked good. She had braided 

her hair again.

	"A little. Paul, what are you going to do to me?" Rachel blurted.

	"Not knowing that is part of your punishment." I answered her. "But I 

will promise you this. After you've been punished last night will be 

forgotten, as though it had never been. And tomorrow night I'll take your 

virginity."

	"I'm scared." Rachel said. "I'm more frightened now than I can ever 

remember being."

	"That's part of your punishment too. All I will promise you is that you 

won't be injured. There may be marks, but I won't scar you permanently." 

I took her hand, looking deep into her eyes.

	"You fucked up. You're going to be punished for it. And then you can 

get on with your new life. All right?"

	"I guess it will have to be." Rachel said.

	"Have you eaten yet?" I asked. She nodded. "Well, I'm starved."

	"Would you like me to fix your breakfast?" She asked diffidently. I 

tilted my head.

	"You aren't a slave girl now, Rachel. You don't have to do that."

	"I want to."

	"It won't make any difference about tonight." I warned her. She shook 

her head.

	"It's not that. I know I'm going to be punished, and I deserve it. But at 

least I can say I'm sorry."

	"All right." I said. She turned to the kitchen. I went to the living room. 

Rachel's check was still on the coffee table, where Mei had put it. I 

picked it up, along with the house rules. Returning to the kitchen I sat 

down and watched Rachel as she worked.

	She was quick and competent, as she'd have had to have been as the 

oldest of six children. When she put my eggs on the table I gripped her 

arm lightly. She turned to me in surprise. Not saying anything I stuffed 

the check in her back pocket. She looked at me a long time, trying to 

decide how to react.

	"I meant what I said last night." I said. "For your bravery, for your 

daring."

	"Thank you." She whispered. I let her go. She went to the refrigerator 

and took out the orange juice. She poured a glass and put it in front of 

me. Then she sat and watched me eat. After I'd finished I rinsed the plate 

and put it in the drainer.

	"I want to finish going over the house rules with you." I said. "Come 

into the library."

	Silently she obeyed. When we were both settled I drew out my copy of 

the house rules.

	"We've already covered the bill of rights. Basically, they state you are 

safe from injury, disease, and pregnancy. Your possessions will remain 

your own, and can't be taken away from you or damaged, although during 

your slavery you might be forbidden to use them. Any pets will be treated 

as minor children and rigidly protected. Any questions on that?"

	"No. I understand."

	"OK, now for day rules. First, during the day you are completely free to 

come and go as you please. You may even leave and go home. Of course, 

once that happens you can't come back."

	"I understand." Rachel was blushing.

	"Second, you'll be paid an allowance. In return you'll be expected to 

perform some task around the house. For example, cooking, cleaning, 

laundry, etc. Since there are twelve girls nobody will be stuck doing a 

great deal of drudgery."

	"That sounds fair." Rachel said.

	"It will also help give you something to do. You'll get two weeks of 

vacation every year. Vacations will be staggered so that at least ten girls 

are here at all times."

	"When you aren't working on the house you can do anything you like. 

Unless I've specifically forbidden it you can use anything in the house, the 

pool, library, satellite dish, your particular fleet car, or whatever."

	"Fleet car?" Rachel asked.

	"The car Mei picked you up in is mine. My personal property, and 

nobody touches it without my express permission. Each girl will be able 

to select a car for the estate's fleet. That car becomes her personal vehicle 

as long as she stays with us."

	"You mean I can choose a car? Any car?" Rachel asked.

	"Subject to my approval." I agreed.

	"Wow." She breathed. "You mentioned an allowance?"

	"Five hundred dollars a week." I said. I was deliberately baiting my 

trap. Rachel really did have the outlook of a prostitute. This should bind 

her to me.

	"Five hundred dollars a week?" Rachel gasped. "Oh my God!"

	"That's it for the day rules. Now, for the night rules. They're very 

simple. To put it bluntly, you do what you're told, or else."

	"I'll be punished.." Rachel supplied.

	"Exactly." I said. "To be more specific, you will be expected to perform 

any act commanded of you, no matter how humiliating, no matter how 

painful. It will be rare that you're forced to do something you truly loathe, 

but if it happens, it happens. You'll always have the option of leaving the 

next day."

	"Please, Mr. Reiner, I wish you wouldn't keep saying that." Rachel 

pleaded. "It makes me feel horrible."

	"That you can leave?" I asked, raising my eyebrows. "But you can, 

Rachel. In all honesty I hope you never do, but that choice has to be left 

up to you. Otherwise, I'd be playing the game for real, and that must 

never happen."

	"I'll do whatever I'm told." She said. "Just don't send me away, please." 

She hung her head. I sighed.

	"Call me Paul, would you? Listen to me very carefully, Rachel. I'm 

pissed at you. And tonight I'm going to torture you. But I meant what I 

said. If you want to stay, you can. After tonight, we start over."

	"Do you really think I'm a whore?" Rachel asked me. I blinked, thrown 

off stride by her sudden change of direction. I tried to frame my reply 

diplomatically, but couldn't.

	"I think if you hadn't found me you would have become one within two 

years. I think you've seriously considered it in the dead of the night. I 

think-" I leaned forward. "-that you're so frightened of the possibility 

you'd face torture to avoid it."

	"And I think the first part of your punishment will be worse torture than 

the physical agony you'll endure later tonight." I watched her. She was 

frightened right down to her toenails. Whether the Apache heritage 

helped her control her fear I couldn't guess. But she was still functional.

	"Thank you, sir." She said, raising her head. "You son of a bitch." I 

spread my hands.

	"You asked me." I said helplessly. "And I've told you the truth. If you 

don't like my answer I'm sorry. But I am right."

	"Do you know how men treat whores?" Rachel asked. "Like dirt. They 

use them, and they toss them aside. They sneer and make jokes and all 

the time-" She burst into tears.

	She put her face in her hands and sobbed. I let her cry for a minute or 

two then moved to her chair and put my arms around her. She resisted, 

but I pulled her firmly into a cuddle. Finally she put her arms around my 

neck and wept against my chest. I didn't say anything, didn't move, just 

held her.

	Just then Mei walked in. She saw Rachel crying against me and did a 

very strange thing. Her expression became sympathetic and she came and 

knelt by the chair, putting her head against Rachel's back. Rachel 

stiffened and tried to pull away. I put my hand on the back of head and 

forced her to be still. She was still crying, but softly now, her grief spent.

	"You want to tell me about it?" I asked when the tears finally stopped.

	"About what?" Rachel spoke into my chest.

	"What ever's bothering you." I said. "Don't worry about Mei, she's got a 

heart bigger than Texas. Your secrets are safe with us."

	"You can't be serious!" Rachel said, pulling away and looking me in 

the eye. "You're going to torture me tonight and you ask me what's the 

problem? What the hell do you think is the problem?"

	"It isn't the torture." I said. "Mei, wouldn't you be more comfortable on 

the couch?"

	"Yes, master. Bring Rachel. I think she needs to be hugged some 

more." Smiling I picked up the girl and carried her to the couch. Mei sat 

on Rachel's other side and hugged her from behind.

	"I feel like peanut butter." Rachel complained, but she didn't try to 

break free.

	"Tell us, Rachel." Mei invited softly. Rachel took a deep breath and 

released it slowly.

	"I'm not a whore." She said softly. "Whores are dirty, they're stupid and 

they're immoral sluts who can't hold a steady job." Mei looked as though 

she were going to say something. I shook my head slightly and she 

subsided.

	"My mother told me about them. She said they're lazy and don't have 

the gumption to go out and get a real job, so they let men fuck them so 

they won't have to work."

	"My father always told me and my sisters that he worked hard so we'd 

never end up as putas." She laughed bitterly. "And now here's his dear 

sweet Rachel ending up the biggest puta of all."

	"Have you ever met a prostitute, Rachel?" Mei asked gently.

	"No. I'm not sure I'd want to."

	"I know several." Mei said. "They're nice people, Rachel. Friendly, and 

kind, and gentle. They work hard for the money, as hard as anyone else."

	Rachel twisted to look at Mei in surprise. "I thought your parents were 

rich."

	"They are. But I pick my own friends. The prostitutes I know are well 

off. Without exception they're smart, and wise enough to prepare for the 

day they have to retire."

	"But that can't be!" Rachel protested.

	"But it can." I said firmly. "Mei has several friends who're hookers. 

You admit you've never met one. She has the data, you don't. That makes 

her the expert."

	"Have you ever met a whore?" Rachel demanded of me.

	"Yes. Like Mei's friends, they were well off. The hookers you're talking 

about exist, Rachel. At the poverty level prostitution is a hellish way to 

make a living. Between the pimps and the crazies, the drugs and the 

booze the average whore doesn't last much over five years. They die off, 

or are killed, or get lucky and get out."

	I stared at her gravely. "Tonight, Rachel, you're going to become a 

whore for me."

	"What do you mean?" Rachel asked, trembling. Behind her Mei stared 

at me, troubled.

	"Mei will take you into town, where you'll go to a store that sells exotic 

apparel. I'll give you the address and a list of what to buy. There are 

changing rooms in the back, where you'll change clothes, putting your 

own clothes in a bag."

	"You'll walk back to the car and give Mei your clothes. She'll then 

drive back here. Dressed as a whore your next stop will be an adult shop 

that sells bondage and discipline gear. I'll give you that address too. 

When you get there you're going to buy something for me to hurt you 

with."

	"Ask the man at the counter for the most painful punishment device 

they stock. Buy whatever he gives you. If he asks why you want it, you 

are to tell him your master is going to punish you for disobedience."

	Rachel trembled in our embrace. "I can't!" She whimpered.

	"You don't have any alternative. Once you have the paddle, or whip, or 

whatever, leave the store and walk around for a while. Under no 

circumstances are you to avoid contact with other people. You will be 

polite to anyone you meet, and friendly. If they want to talk to you, talk to 

them as long as they like."

	"Eventually I'll cruise by, like I'm looking to pick up a hooker. I'll call 

you to the car, then you make a sales pitch. Pretend we don't know each 

other, you're just a whore looking for a client."

	"I'll let you get in then I'll bring you back here for the remainder of 

your punishment."

	"Master, that's too much." Mei protested softly. "She's frightened to 

death of becoming a prostitute and now you're forcing her to become 

one."

	"Only in appearance." I said. "Only as a fantasy. Just as you were a 

seventeen year-old virgin that had been kidnapped and raped."

	"But what if a man tries to hire me?" Rachel said. "I think I'd die of 

shame." I shook my head.

	"If a john comes on to you, politely refuse. Tell him that you humbly 

apologize, but your master has given you strict instructions and is going 

to come for you soon."

	"Paul, I don't think I can do this." Rachel trembled again. I hugged 

her.

	"You don't have any choice. You're being punished. Besides, it will do 

you a world of good to become a whore for just one night."

	"What if I like it?" Rachel whispered. She was tense, her muscles hard 

from it.

	"That's the real problem, isn't it?" I said gently. "You're afraid you 

really are a whore. And that makes you ashamed, doesn't it?"

	"Yes." She whispered. Mei hugged her tightly.

	"It doesn't matter at all, Rachel." She told the blushing girl. "A whore 

isn't what you are, it's what you do. Being a whore is no different from 

being a secretary, or a stock broker. It's just a job."

	"No." Rachel shook her head. "No."

	"Yes!" In an uncharacteristic gesture Mei shook Rachel, hard. Rachel 

twisted in shock to look at the Chinese girl.

	"Listen to me!" Mei snapped, shaking Rachel again. I drew back, 

content to trust the oriental girl's instincts.

	"One of the dearest friends I have in the world is Susan Yee. She's a 

prostitute. I don't know any human being who has a warmer heart that 

Susie, or who's a finer person. She's gotten me out of more than one 

scrape, and I love her dearly. Just remember that the next time you bad 

mouth whores."

	Mei was genuinely angry. Rachel stared at her open mouthed. Then she 

lowered her head.

	"Forgive me, Mei. I wasn't insulting your friends. It's just that all my 

life I've been told that being a whore was the worst thing a woman could 

be."

	Shifting moods Mei hugged Rachel.

	"I know. I shouldn't have gotten angry with you. You can't help how 

you were raised. I know it's hard for you to understand. But a prostitute 

can be a finer person than a priest. It's what's inside that counts, what a 

person is, not what they do."

	"Rachel." I said. Rachel turned to me. Leaning forward I took her head 

in my hands and kissed her. She sat stock still, not knowing how to 

respond, or if she should.

	I broke away and smiled at her.

	"Tonight, slave girl, you will be a whore because I command it. 

Tomorrow you might be a rich heiress stolen away by slavers. The night 

after that you might be a fourteen year-old runaway who's been found and 

raped by a motorcycle gang."

	"So you're saying it's a game." Rachel said slowly.

	"Only when you aren't playing." I said. "While you are a slave the game 

is real. Tonight you'll be an eighteen year-old runaway that decided to 

become a hooker. It's your first night, and you're a virgin. You figure that 

will bring a high price."

	"What it will bring you is soul shattering agony, and total enslavement. 

Tonight you remain a virgin. Any orgasms you have tonight will be from 

pain, not pleasure. I will demand everything from you, and you will give 

it."

	"Tonight I'm going to rape your soul. Tomorrow I'm going to rape your 

body."

	Rachel stared at me, her face filled with naked longing.

	"Yes, master!" She cried. Then, realizing what she'd just said, and that 

she'd meant it, she cringed, trying to hide her embarrassment.

	Mei put her arms around the mortified girl.

	"Congratulations, Rachel. You're discovering the joys of slavery." Mei 

said, comforting the larger girl.

	"I'm so embarrassed." Rachel muttered.

	"Good." I said. She looked at me, hurt. "This is part of your 

punishment, Rachel. Humiliation is very effective discipline for a slave 

girl. Some slaves learn to crave it, as they would the whip."

	"Will I?" Rachel asked. I shrugged.

	"If you do, it will make you a better slave." I said. Mei brightened.

	"Master, do you think that's true?" Mei asked. I considered.

	"I guess it depends on the girl. You please me now, Mei. I have no 

reason to punish you. See that it remains that way."

	"Yes, master." She said.

	"Speaking of pleasing me, Rachel said you went to get groceries?"

	"Yes, master. I was just coming to get you to help me put them away. 

And then I was distracted." She smiled at Rachel fondly. The Amerind 

girl smiled back, shyly.

	"I also found a car I'd like to drive."

	"Really?" I asked, sitting up. "What kind?"

	"A Celica All-Trac Turbo." Mei answered. "It's a lot like your car, but 

not as powerful of course."

	"Turbo-charged, all wheel drive, and a good cargo capacity for it's 

class." I nodded. "What color?"

	"Maroon." She said. "With maroon leather interior."

	"Well, let's get the groceries in and we'll go into town and pick it up. 

Rachel, you might think about what you want too."

	"I don't understand."

	"What kind of car."

	"But-are you sure?" Rachel asked, hopeful but hesitant.

	"Yes." I said firmly. "You're part of the family now."

	"Thank you." She seemed overwhelmed. We went and put the 

groceries away. I decided to take the pickup since that was the only thing 

that would comfortably hold the three of us. The trip to town was 

uneventful and we got to the Toyota dealership about one o'clock.

	I let Mei deal with the salesmen. Rachel and I wandered around the 

show room. Rachel kept gravitating toward a dressed up off-road pickup. 

I watched in amusement as she kept orbiting the truck as she looked 

around the showroom. I think she'd found her car.

	So to speak. After a few minutes of haggling Mei led the salesman over 

to me and we went to deal with the paperwork. He didn't bat an eye when 

I signed a check for the car, merely accepting it and giving Mei the keys. 

It was even smoother than it had been at the Honda place.

	I went out with Mei and looked at her new car, or rather the estate's 

new car. It was lovely, like Mei herself. A curvaceous body, dark tinted 

glass, and a rear spoiler right out of Star Wars. I gave her some 

instructions to help with Rachel's punishment tonight and sent her on her 

way.

	When I went back to the showroom I found Rachel in front of the black 

pickup. She was absorbed, and didn't see me come in. Surprisingly no 

salesmen were hovering about, perhaps it was Rachel's clothing. After 

all, faded blue jeans and an old workshirt hardly scream buying potential.

	"You like it, don't you?" I asked quietly. Rachel jumped, startled.

	"Paul, you scared me." She said. "Yes, I like it. But it's way too 

expensive." I ambled over and looked at the price tag. I whistled.

	"They want eighteen thousand for a pickup truck?" I asked 

incredulously. I scanned the features list and began to understand. This 

thing had more toys on it than the 959 did. I walked around it, 

considering. Power windows, mirrors, brakes and steering. Automatic 

transmission. ETR radio. Big fuel-injected engine, four wheel drive on 

demand. It had a power retracted antenna, for Pete's sake!"

	In other words, it wasn't just a truck anymore. Rachel stood forlorn, 

wanting the truck but knowing she couldn't have it. I hate that look, I've 

had it too often myself.

	Sensing my interest the same salesman who sold Mei her car came by.

	"Can we sell you a truck today?" He asked, grinning, practicing good 

PR. He knew from experience I was just browsing.

	"This truck." I asked. "Is it prepped?"

	"Yes, sir!" The man couldn't believe his luck. "We could roll it out of 

the showroom in ten minutes for you."

	Rachel had a look of guarded hope. I turned to her. "Well, get in. See if 

you like it." Slowly, as though she couldn't believe it, she did. She closed 

the door so gently it didn't even latch. The look on her face convinced me.

	"I'll take it." I said. "But you're going to have to come down on the 

price a bit." We left Rachel sitting in the truck, her eyes darting 

everywhere as she took in the truck's interior.

	It was a hard haggle, and the salesman knew I wanted the truck. He'd 

seen enough cases of love at first sight. But the fact that I'd already 

bought another car (!), and the hint that I might buy others, coupled with 

a quick credit check, finally brought the price down to seventeen-five, 

delivered. It took about twenty minutes.

	Then, of course, they had to get the truck out. The truck was near the 

center of the showroom, three other cars had to be moved out to make a 

path. There was much hustle and bustle. Rachel walked beside the truck 

as it moved to the doors and outside. She put one hand on the truck's 

hood, not believing it was really going to be hers.

	When I gave her the keys she hugged me, nearly knocking us both 

down. She was radiant, ecstatic.

	"It's getting late, Rachel. Do you know the way back home?"

	"Yes. Just follow the state route south, right?"

	"Right. Here's the keys to the house. Mei will be back after you are, let 

her in when she gets home. I've got some things to take care of here in 

town, I'll be back before you have to leave for town."

	At the reference to her punishment she stiffened. Then she smiled and 

relaxed, and leaned up to whisper.

	"Master, you've been so kind to me. I will be the best whore you ever 

had." Then she got in the truck and left. Smiling myself I left to run my 

errands. Rachel was going to be the only whore I'd ever had.



Continued in part 6