by Raul Roget
Only Master Allen, Master Major and the foreman were on hand
when Bill Andrews rolled in at mid-morning Friday. Rather than
the Cadillac, Bill was driving a big truck that nearly matched
Major's vehicle. The noise of his arrival quickly drew a crowd.
Even more interesting, Bill was towing a 12-wide trailer that
exactly matched the four that Major had bought.
Andrews got out of the cab and walked forward to shake hands
all around. Master Allen motioned to the house trailer, "Where
the devil did you get that?"
"When I was here before I saw the trailer park you had built. I
figured you could always use a matching unit, especially when I
saw that a branch office of the dealer Major got his from was
located in Pueblo and was having a going out of business sale."
Major spoke up, "I'm surprised you saw anything the last time.
You were out of here before the dust had settled from your
"Oh, I saw a lot. I liked what I saw and I'd like to get in on the
ground floor, to coin a phrase. I hope you'll accept this in lieu of
an initiation fee."
Allen and Major grinned and broke out laughing, almost
covering Bill's bewildered "What did I say?" Allen was quick to
shake his head. "Couldn't help that. WE were all primed to ask
you to invest. We saved you a partnership, but every man on the
ranch has bought in. We'll talk about this in a bit, but I'm
interested in seeing the little watchdog you brought back."
"Oh, she's a feisty little bitch. Screamed like a banshee when
she found out why I was there. Kicked and scratched and threw
stuff at us, but she shut up fast when I told her I was calling the
police. She knew all about the money, knew it was stolen and
knew where the safe was. I had one of the hands with me and
she spilled enough to us to put her away as an accessory to the
He added, "Seems like 'jail' is the magic word. From that point
on she gave in and she has been quiet as a mouse on the trip
down here. I told her just enough about what was in store for
her, to really scare her. I've got her convinced you and Major
are Master's from Hell. "Would you like to see her?"
Master Major chuckled. "After you, Satan."
Master Allen responded, "No, after you, Beelzebub."
Bill led the way to the trailer, put the step down and unlocked
and opened the door with a flourish. A woman emerged, fully
restrained with transport chains, her wrists cuffed and padlocked
to her belly chain. A brightly colored cotton dress was her only
garment. She looked down, carefully navigating her hobbled
legs and bare feet down the steps. Once on the ground she
waddled several feet from the door and knelt, studiously
keeping her eyes on the ground.
"Next," said Bill, drawing every eye back to the doorway.
Another woman, dark haired, dressed in a drab cotton skirt and
worn blouse, with identical chains, came down the steps and
stood beside the kneeling woman.
The third woman was a dirty blonde, hair that really was dirty.
Her dress looked like a made over feed sack. She stood, hands
fitfully pulling at her belly chain.
"Next!" He ordered.
Another woman stood in the doorway for a second and nearly
missed the step, unused to her chains. Bill caught her arm,
steadying her until she reached the ground. She stood with the
other women. Her dress had seen better days.
Master Allen watched, his jaw slack. Major had his mouth open,
both astounded by the bevy of females that Bill was producing
like a magician pulling doves and rabbits out of a hat.
The fifth woman was a knockout. Flaming red hair, a body that
wouldn't quit, legs to slake your thirst and dressed to the nines
in a business suit, crisp while blouse and a tie. The effect was
offset by her bare legs and naked feet, and the super-sized travel
irons that embraced that lovely body and shortened her steps to
inches. Unlike the other girls she was gagged with a leather
harness that cupped her chin and covered her mouth almost up
to her nose. She got down the steps after a short struggle and
joined the other standees, leaving the first woman as the only
"That's it, folks," said Bill, closing the door with a deep bow to
Master Allen got his jaw back under control. "Is this some sort
of joke? I expect one slave and you come roaring in with five.
Explain yourself!" He pretended to be upset, mostly for the
women's benefit, as they had focused on him as soon as he
"OoooKay," Bill drew it out. Master Major interrupted him,
Only the last girl hesitated and in seconds there was a row of
five kneeling girl-slaves.
"Now, as I was saying," said Bill. "Number 1," pointing down
at the first girl, "is Marcy, the watchdog bitch who was guarding
the house in Pueblo. She is an accessory to the crimes
committed by my sister, so she is going to join sister..."
"Now known as 'slut'" interjected Master Allen.
Bill stopped short, savoring the information for a second. A
broad grin creased his weathered face. "Oh I like that! Good
touch." He backtracked and started the sentence again, "She is
going to join 'slut' in the most rigorous training that this school
can provide." He looked down at the girl, who was shivering at
the prospect, not at all sure at this point what the school was, or
what training it might impart.
"She too is going to be booked in for an indefinite period."
Marcy shivered again, pulling helplessly at her belly chain.
He moved behind the next three girls, pointing separately to
each one as he identified them. "This is Rachel, Steffany and
Theresa. Watchdog volunteered slut's address book, after a little
persuasion, and the names of the three previous bedmates that
slut had on the string. Rachel was on welfare and the other two
were living in a homeless shelter after H... 'slut' threw them out.
The officials were happy to be rid of them, so it didn't take
much to convince the girls that they had a brighter future down
here. Somewhat brighter, at least."
He looked them over again. "I think all four will clean up pretty
nicely, although they will need to be checked for any bad germs
they might have acquired." He surveyed the four. "As you might
possibly have guessed, these four new trainees are lesbians. He
looked them over again. "I'm sure the Masters who will
supervise your training will do their best to convince you of the
error of your sexual preferences."
The fifth girl was looking daggers at the audience in front of her
but she didn't dare turn to glare at Bill. He walked behind her
and fingered a strand of her bright hair. "This, dear friends is
Beth. Beth is not happy to be joining us. She is here for one
reason, she was caught taking a bribe and altering bank records.
She too was given the choice between a long, long prison
sentence and -- to put it indelicately -- slave training."
"Seems Beth has a history. She was the bank teller who helped
slut steal my money. The officers of the bank had suspected for
some time that she was on the take and this finished her. The
bank wanted at all costs to avoid any publicity and the bank
president liked my suggestion enough to pay for her training.
Even as we speak he is preparing his basement for a long-term
'resident.' Oh, and I don't think she is a lesbian. Her boyfriend
was banging her pretty regularly. I had to throw a real scare into
him before he stopped objecting to her new life without him."
This obviously was the first time that Beth had heard the full
details of her fate. Her face was a study as disbelief, denial,
rage, fear, embarrassment and a variety of other emotions
crossed her flushed cheeks in rapid succession. With a sinking
feeling she realized that her decision to avoid jail and disgrace
was more a case of jumping from the frying pan into the fire.
She felt betrayed that her boyfriend had given her up without a
fight, but she rightly suspected that they knew he was in on the
crimes she had committed. A life as a sex slave for the bank
president had zero appeal.
Bill had given her the impression that the training would be a
snap. He had reinforced it by letting her dress in her best office
clothes, only at the last minute locking her and the other four
girls in their transport chains. He wanted to put on a show and
they would be the actors whether they wanted to or not.
She did know what was coming next, as Bill had warned them
that they would lose their clothes before anything else happened
to them. That 'anything else' sounded to the women
suspiciously like a gang rape as soon as they were nude.
Bill removed their chains. Then, the order: "Strip" All five
hesitated a second or two but clothes rained on the ground after
that. The girls expected to be whipped into accepting rape, but
there wasn't a whip in sight, even though they were nearby, to
be used only in the event of trouble.
When all five were bare, Bill, at a nod from Master Allen put
the chains back on. One of the hands carried a heavy box and
dropped it in front of the kneeling girls, making a loud noise as
the metal pieces in the box banged against each other. Bill
looked in the box, smiled devilishly and reached in and pulled
out an iron collar. His audience, to a girl, looked horrified. "This
is a work collar." He left further explanations to Master Allen as
he collared each woman, locking the heavy iron on her neck.
Master Allen instructed, "You will wear this work collar while
you are training. They are not comfortable and are meant to
remind you every moment of your slavery. Every slave on this
ranch has either a work collar or a Master's collar. You can lose
your collar, or never get one, or you can successfully complete
our training as quickly as possible and earn a Master's collar."
"Be warned. If you screw up and lose your collar you lose any
status or privileges you might have earned, and become and will
be treated as the lowest form of life on this ranch. Once you get
settled in, I urge you to have slave petra detail what happened to
her after she staged a fake escape attempt, and learn a lesson
"If you are stupid enough to try to escape, it is three miles to the
highway, with lots of cactus thorns underfoot. There is an
average of one car an hour on the highway, making your
chances of getting a ride very slim. Slave petra learned her
lesson the hard way. She walked, trotted and ran that three miles
barefoot, naked, at the end of a rope tied to my saddle horn,
returning to the ranch in disgrace. We abhor violence, but I
remind you that a slave who escapes can anywhere else expect a
bullet in the back of the head and a shallow, unmarked grave."
"We do not tolerate lesbian activity. The rule here is 'Don't
touch without permission.' Some of our most painful
punishments are reserved for violations of that rule. You are fair
game for any male, day or night. You will each be expected to
solicit at least one man a day, in any manner or position he
"We will be inundated with workman beginning next week. You
will be kept out of sight and your training will continue with
lessons that can be taught in a room. Attempting to contact any
of the workmen will be treated as an escape attempt."
Master Allen detailed a number of other rules before assigning
quarters for the new girls. "Bill, if you would move that trailer
over behind the corral, we'll keep all five in it, one each in the
bedrooms and one each on the two couches. I want them
isolated and separated until they've passed their medical tests.
Verna can make arrangements to send food over, as I don't want
them out for any reason. Just put temporary jacks under the
trailer as we'll move it as soon as they're cleared."
Bill joined them in the office after a few minutes. A toast was
made to the new slaves. Master Allen started the conversation
with some quick business. "You're all right with becoming a
"You bet. This looks like my kind of operation and I want in.
I have about $300,000 to put up for my share."
Major whistled. "That's a lot of partner."
Allen nodded. "We're going to need every cent. The revised
business plan that martha just worked up indicates we're going
to need a million plus to get this off the ground. We don't need
it the first day, but the bills are going to mount up. I've already
had to pay the contractors extra to get them off some other
project and lined up to do our work."
Bill smiled. "Well, one solution would be to use some of the
money that slut stole. She's going to be stuck here, and she'll
never need money again, so we can use some of that. I promised
it to you anyway, but we can speed things up if necessary. That
would raise my share to $500,000."
Master Allen spoke. "I figure my share, including the land, at
about $750,000. We can't use the land to pay the bills, but it
saves having to spend some of our nest egg."
Major held his head. "Boy, this high finance. I'm dizzy from all
those zeros floating around."
Allen took the kidding. "I hope the staff doesn't feel that way."
He turned to Bill. "Every man on the place has signed up as a
partner. We set the minimum at $5,000."
Bill responded, "I think I can raise some money at my ranch too.
There are several of the boys who have money stashed away.
I'll see what I can come up with."
Major had the last business word. "I might have an iffy or two
that could come through with some more if we need it."
Master Allen changed the subject. "Bill do you have a slave?"
Bill looked sheepish, "No, not for some time. I've been meaning
to get one for quite awhile.
"I'll be blunt. Are we preparing slut to be your slave?"
Bill chuckled. "Don't tempt me. It would be fitting, but I'm still
old school. She's family and you don't fuck with family.
"That brings up a point. We already have christeen, now we've
got five more lesbians..."
"Six. You forgot to count slut."
"My sis... Hell yes, she's five. I think Father knew, but I'm sure
the rest of the family didn't know it. She didn't encourage
visitors to her place in Pueblo."
He backtracked and started again. "With that many we're going
to have some problems. We'd have to keep them locked up 24
hours a day. This has turned into a lesbian training school,
which is not what we intended at all."
Allen responded, "There's one -- expensive -- answer, chastity
belts for all of them. But the good ones are a thousand dollars a
crack -- pun intended."
Major agreed. "It would be worth it to not have to follow them
24 hours a day. We've got cameras everywhere, but I'll
guarantee those hotties will find someplace out of sight. It
should be interesting because we're running out of men for them
Bill broke up the discussion in chortles as he said, seemingly
innocently, "Well, since I'm now a Master, I could volunteer for
"Just hold your damn horses until they get tested." Allen added,
"There's still christeen and dahlia if you're running hot."
Major asked, "Is there anything more about these gals that we
should know? How did you manage to convince them so easily
to come along with you?
Bill said, "It helps to have a 250 pound assistant along for
muscle. The biggest troublemaker was marcy. She was yelling
that she could beat the rap in court -- which I seriously doubt."
"I checked out all five of them. The two homeless girls,
stephanie and theresa had no families of record anywhere and
the best I could come up with was a distant cousin for rachel,
the one on welfare. Beth may have a problem, as she has family,
but the bankers told me the family disowned her when they
found out what she'd done. If that sticks, then we don't have a
problem. The boyfriend will be too scared for his own hide to
attempt to trace her."
Then, Bill had a request. "May I see what's been happening to
"Sure, Go ahead and look around. Come back by the office and
I'll have the tapes for you."
Allen gathered the tapes and fed the VCR for a solid two hours
of slut's misadventures. Bill expressed the most interest in her
session with the cube in the dungeon. His smile was cruel. It
was probably good that slut didn't see it.
Master Allen told him, "You'll see her tomorrow, working. It
should be interesting. The staff has been ordered to find fault
with every move she makes. She already has been punished
several times. You will enjoy seeing her sleeping
accommodations, too. I'll show them to you on the monitor