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I originally posted this story back in 2003, but considering the very
frightening events happening in the United States, I thought it was
worth a repost.  If you think that this story could not become a
reality, I'd like to point you to who is currently sitting on the
Supreme Court, who could still make more appointments should someone
die, and an abortion law that was just passed in South Dakota.  If you
don't think the way we are moving in the US is a bad thing, I invite
you to visit Iran.  You'll fit right in.

Chapter 5

Another six weeks past. Jon looked at his face, the real image with out
the disguise, and saw how drawn he looked. Somehow, he'd never counted
on the toll his program of revenge would take on himself, but it was
obviously having an effect. The changes he'd seen in himself and the
feelings and reactions that he'd been having lately, especially toward
Ann, worried him.

Of course, his training program had had a much greater effect on the
slaves. By now, they would all follow any order given and perform any
sexual act they were told to. Ann and Elaine got off on it big time,
Patricia somewhat less so and Kelly only rarely. Each could take a cock
in any hole like a pro, and the new sensitivity in Kelly and Ann's
swelling tits made them even more fun to play with. Soon, he thought,
he'd let Ann have Elaine for a time. Maybe. He suspected that she'd be
pretty tough on the younger girl. Maybe it wouldn't been too bad -
Elaine, had shown a real aptitude for this stuff - especially anything
anal.

He shook his head. Thoughts like that would have been alien to him a
year ago. He left the bathroom and shut out the light.

Later that day, skin mask once again in place, Jon sat in his chair.
One eye was on the monitor watching his employees playing with Kelly
and Elaine, but his main attention was on the computer screen where he
read the news. It was a shame, he thought as he scanned the headlines.
Things in the U.S. were getting out of hand and even the "it could
never happen here" crowd was starting to get worried. Protests were
frequent in many of the western cities, with people protesting the
harsh restrictions imposed by the Office of Homeland Security. Not to
mention that people were finally getting fed up with all of the types
of monitoring that they were subjected to on a daily basis. He shook
his head unhappily, thinking again how sad it was that a country that
had once been so free, was now a place where people couldn't drive to
work without their movements being tracked and logged into a database.
Never mind all the tracking that went on at work. If only the sheeple
had gotten a clue when this all started in '02, things wouldn't be this
bad now.

There was a new twist to things that was worrying him. Riots. There had
been "unrest" at the last few protest marches and the HomeSec Rapid
Response Unit had come to "assist" local police. There were rumors on
the net that those riots had been incited and that the HRRU had been
more than a bit forceful while putting them down. The HRRU was rapidly
gaining a worse reputation than the BATF thugs had ever had, and that
was saying something. Still, no one had successfully captured anything
on video - odd since there were cameras everywhere, and the only outcry
of the alleged abuses came from those "crazy militia people" or "Left
Wing Pinkos".

He was glad but apprehensive that they were entering the final phase of
his plan. Up until now, there had been little chance of being caught.
His slaves were presumed dead. But he knew the next part of this
operation *was* going to be risky. Still, everything was in place so
there was no sense in putting it off.

Each woman, in addition to being a very well trained sex slave, was now
pregnant. They'd been forbidden to speak about it to each other, so
Elaine, the last of them to catch, wasn't quite sure what was happening
to her body. Her small breasts were starting to swell and become very
sensitive and she'd noticed other changes as well. It was too early for
morning sickness, but in the weeks to come, that would be happening as
well. Kelly had been the first to get pregnant, followed, as near as
they could tell by Ann and Patricia. They weren't sure if Ann or
Patricia had caught first, but it didn't really matter.

In an effort to keep from risking the babies, rough physical activity
was kept to a minimum. Each day, they were put in the 'training' suits
and left from four to six hours. During that time, their senses were
flooded with perverted sexual images and sounds while their bodies were
conditioned to respond sexually to pain and pleasure. Kelly's program
had an additional element added. Her programming was mixed in with
religious symbols. It was done very subtly though, and Jon smiled at
the thought of what was going to happen to her the next time she got
into a church and saw a cross or an alter.

The suits were expensive, each one containing many clusters of
electrical stimulators. There was a space cut out for the breasts,
which were lightly suctioned into clear plastic bowls that were lined
with contacts. Soft, form fitting pieces of rubber with long probes
that slid into the vagina and rectum covered each crotch. Those were
also wired. As the images and sounds were played to the slaves, their
bodies were stimulated with pleasure and pain from the electrodes. It
wasn't perfect, by far, but the suits had been surprisingly effective.

Elaine and Ann were now really getting off on being slaves. Ann had
shown signs early on of being a switch, and Ed had altered her training
so that she was rewarded by submissive behavior toward men, but both
submissive and dominant actions were rewarded when she was engaged with
a woman. They still hadn't let her have her way with Elaine, and they
knew that was one thing she desperately wanted.

When he finished with the news, Jon checked his Hotmail account.
Despite all the outcry from everyone and all the legislation that had
been passed, spam was still as common (and as welcome) as dog shit. But
Jon smiled as he scanned through the subject headings of the 73 new
pieces he'd gotten since yesterday. Spam was one way for his hacker to
contact him, and here was a message. Well, well, smiled Jon as he read
it, there was new information waiting for him at his mail drop.

Jon walked into the training room where Ed was now playing with Kelly
and Patricia. Kelly was kneeling to his right, her bare sex over
Patricia's mouth. She had a bit gag in her mouth and drool ran down her
chin, dripping onto her chest. Patricia could be heard noisily licking
and sucking on Kelly's wet cunt.

Ed loved to hurt Kelly's tits. They spent at least some time, almost
every day, with a band constricting each base, causing the large orbs
to harden and swell. Of course, they were much bigger now than they had
been when she was first captured, the nipples darker and larger as
well. Like all the slaves, Kelly had each nipple pierced and there was
a silver colored, ceramic alloy ring in each. At the moment, Ed was
cropping Kelly's tightly bound breasts, raising welt after welt. She
winced with each strike, but was rotating her hips over Patricia's
talented mouth. As all the men, and the slaves knew, Patricia gave very
good head.

Each slave had been fitted with the ceramic alloy rings. Both nipples
had rings and at least two small rings had been placed through each
cunt lip, both inner and outer. Each had a piercing of some sort
through their clit hood. Kelly had a piercing through the base of her
clit and Elaine had one through the septum of her nose, just like Kelly
did. Plus the two teens had belly button rings, but those weren't made
of the same alloy.

If they wanted the rings out, it was going to take surgery. At least
according to Ben, who had gotten the rings. They were made out of a new
alloy and were nearly impossible to cut. Jon thought it was overkill,
but it amused the other guys so he had gone along with it. He was sure
that getting a bit of plastic surgery would be the least of the slaves
worries. He hadn't been convinced about the alloy until Ben had given
him a ring and a large pair of bolt cutters. The cutters had closed
easily on the ring and Jon looked at Ben with a big grin. Until he
realized that there was a nice divot in the metal blade of the cutters
and the ring wasn't even scratched.

While walking toward Ed, Jon also caught sight of Ann and Elaine. When
they weren't being used or exercising, the slaves were always bound -
usually in a very uncomfortable manner. Then they were subjected to low
levels of sexual stimulation at odd intervals. They looked forward to
that since it was the only relief they got from the bondage. Of course,
due to other conditioning, just being in bondage was sexually
stimulating to them, despite their discomfort. At the moment, Elaine
was tied with her hands behind her, wrists and elbows cinched together
with wide straps which really put a lot of stress on her shoulders.
This wasn't even uncomfortable for the girl anymore. However, her
ankles and thighs were strapped together, then her ankles were strapped
to her thighs. Finally, a strap came around the back of her neck that
was also attached to her thighs, forcing the girl into a little ball.
Ann, on the other hand, was tied on her back with her arms over her
head and her legs spread in a split. Her sex was red and wet,
indicating that someone had recently whipped her. Jon's cock jumped at
the sight. Veering off from where he was headed to talk to Ed, he
pulled out his hard cock, and, noting that Ann's asshole was coated
with her lubricant, proceeded to slide his dick into her asshole. He
had yet to take any of the slaves in their cunt.

Ann was still a tight fit and she groaned at the intrusion. But, just
like the other women, she could take a real pounding in any of her
holes and still get off. Jon fucked her for a good ten minutes before
cuming in her ass. When he pulled out he looked over and saw that Kelly
was no longer sitting on Patricia's face because she was arched over
backwards and being cropped between her spread legs.

"Ah told you, not ta cum, you stupid cow. You still doan listen! Must
be the dumbest white bitch Ah've ever seen."

Kelly flinched with each slap of the crop, but didn't move from the
position she'd been put in.

Jon looked at Patricia and made a motion with his hand. She immediately
struggled to her knees (her hands were cuffed behind her). He put his
soiled cock into her eagerly sucking mouth and she sucked until it was
clean. He pulled her off and motioned to Ann.

"Crawl over there and clean out that slave's asshole. If she can shit
any cum when you're done, you both get punished."

"Yes, Sir," said Patricia as she hurriedly crawled over to the teen.
She would do a good job and Ann would enjoy it. Since Ann would also
want to watch Patricia get punished, she would no doubt try to hold
some of his cum inside her. Of course, when things like this happened,
Ann would get punished right along with the other slave, but that never
seemed to stop her.

Jon felt a small twinge of guilt, but it died quickly. Even two months
ago, he would never had considered treating a woman like that, let
alone causally sodimizing a fifteen year old girl.

Ed looked up from his disciplining of the slave as Jon walked over.

"Yeah Boss?"

"I have some errands to run. I'll be back in a while. When that slave
over there finishes cleaning up, ensure that she followed my
directions. If she hasn't, I'll deal with it when I return."

"You got it, Boss," replied Ed. Then he let out a massive sigh. "I doan
believe how stupid dis bitch is. Maybe all da blood's going ta her tits
instead of her haid. Never met a slave so dumb in ma laf."

Jon looked at Kelly. She was, as was usual for the slaves, gagged. "You
should put more effort into learning what we're teaching you. Aren't
you appreciative for what Ed's done for you? All those things he's
taught you? All the orgasms you've been allowed to have?"

Kelly, unable to speak, gave the only answer she could give with out
incurring more punishment. She nodded her head yes.

"That's good. I know you're a big slut and not particularly bright, but
try and remember your lessons."

Kelly nodded again. In point of fact, Kelly was not a slut. Arousing
her wasn't too difficult given all the conditioning she'd been put
through, but making her cum wasn't easy. Nobody doubted that, left to
her own devices, she'd never have sex again. That kind of sucked for
her husband, but there was no way they'd get divorced. Their power in
the Christian circles they moved in would be severely depleted if they
were to do that. And Jon knew that they lived for that power.

Jon made the pickup and dropped off some DVDs for the hacker. Those
DVDs were part of the next phase. He wanted to keep the women several
more weeks - at least until they started showing. Perhaps it had been
too early to release to DVDs. Porn spread fast, after all.

When he returned, he opened popped the DVD his hacker had left for him
in the computer and began reading. Then he played a number of the
videos that were on the disk and smiled a very big smile. This was
unanticipated but very, very welcome.

He saw Ed a little while later. Looking in the monitors, he saw that
each slave had been tied in strict bondage, except for Elaine who was
sucking Ann's cunt while being assfucked by Ron. Jon watched,
fascinated, his cock growing, as the large black cock slid in and out
of the fourteen year old's asshole.

"Nice sight," commented Ed.

Jon pulled his eyes away from the scene. "Yes, the two girls have taken
to being trained quite well."

Ed looked at him rather intently. "You better be careful Jon. You've
got it bad for those two and if you're not careful, that'll bite you."

Jon just looked at him, all business again. "Even if I felt something
for any of them, in the end, that won't save them. I've made the first
delivery. Oh, and I got some very interesting intel from our friend
NyetBug."

Ed chuckled at the mention of the hacker's handle. "Those computer
geeks can get real strange. What did you get?"

Jon sat down and showed him the salient intel and Ed too, was very
pleased. They discussed how to use it and came to an agreement about a
half hour later. Then Jon asked," So, did Ann hold back or did Patricia
actually complete her assignment?"

"Shit, you know Ann."

"She held back, huh."

"Yup," replied Ed.

Jon stared off into space for a moment. "Any suggestions?"

"Hell, you're the one with the imagination. What do you want to do?"

Jon had shown a positive genius for training or torturing the slaves.
When ever there was serous punishment to be meted out, the men had
started to look to Jon for more... creative solutions. Not that they
couldn't come up with things themselves, but Jon had shown a real
talent for coming up with erotic torture.

Jon recognized that too. It scared him. In the last month, he'd fallen
very, very comfortably into the role of a Dom. He was the one that the
slaves feared the most. Feared and desired. Ed had discovered that all
of them except Kelly preferred to be trained at his hands, diabolical
as they were, than anyone else's. Ann, especially, showed a preference
for Jon's touch and her eye's were always on him when he was in the
room. If she thought that Jon was the one who would punish her, she was
sure to disobey. Jon, in some way, was coming to realize this and it
was scaring him even more.

"I think that I'll let you and the boys decide what to do," said Jon.

Ed shook his head. The man had natural talent, that was for sure.
Question was, when this was all over, would he use it? or just let it
die?

"It's probably time to start moving the unused items to the warehouse."

"Yeah," agreed Ed. "I'm gonna miss this, I think. You don't get access
to pussy this prime everyday."

Jon almost asked Ed again about the children that they'd fathered but
stopped himself. The men he'd hired had known the score from the
beginning and had never given any indication that they had a problem
with it. Ron had even said he liked idea that "some white bitch" was
gonna have his baby. No one knew who's baby was who's, of course. All
four of the men had fucked the slaves constantly before and after the
contraceptive had worn off. By the time any DNA tests came up, all four
of his employees would be gone. Jon didn't know where they were going
to. They, of course, had no idea what his plans were either. It was
safer that way.

Later that evening it was time to prepare the slaves for bed. They were
sleeping in the sense suits tonight and Elaine was the last of them to
get ready. As Jon bent over her, getting ready to put the gag in, to
his vast surprise, she spoke.

"Sir, may I ask a question?"

Jon looked at the slim teen and felt very conflicted. He'd had her body
many times, used and abused her as had all the other men. That
knowledge aroused him. However, at fourteen, because of him, she had
more sexual experience than most women would ever get. That saddened
him and made him feel guilty.

The slaves almost never asked permission to speak unless it was to go
to the bathroom. If they asked a question that annoyed the trainer,
they were punished. "What slave?"

"I... I'm pregnant, aren't I?"

Jon rocked back on his heels for a moment looking at the girl. Her
small breasts with their swelling pink nipples had been sucked into the
bowls, the thin leather hood covered most of her head, only her eyes
and mouth weren't covered, and her slim body was outlined by the thin
cloth. He knew that she had probes deep in her body and she reeked of
sex. But somehow, she still looked innocent.

"Yes, you are pregnant."

Tears filled her eyes. "Why? Why did you do this to us?"

Jon just squatted there and Elaine started to get worried, knowing
she'd stepped over the line and would be punished. To her surprise
though, he answered in a low voice as he closed the goggles over her
eyes.

"Your parents used their money and religion to influence the government
to get involved in things that it should never have been involved in.
Laws based on faith instead of science were passed. Those laws have, in
many ways, returned us to an era of barbarism, where women are treated
like chattel with no say over their own bodies. Thousands have died or
lived in misery while people like your parents went their moral,
righteous way, ignoring all the suffering they caused. I had a wife
once, with a child on the way."

He stopped for a moment then continued. "I loved my wife more than
anything in the world. I would have gladly died for her, if I could
have even though her death was needless. If the accident that killed
her had happened even a few years ago, she would still be alive. But
when the accident occurred, it was too late. The final round of
anti-abortion laws had been passed and since the fetus was still alive,
they wouldn't operate because they would have had to remove the fetus.
The law prevented them from doing the abortion even though the fetus
was going to die one way or the other. So. I did this for revenge. Like
my wife, you were in the wrong place at the wrong time."

He leaned forward to put in the gag again, and Elaine whispered in a
trembling voice, "What was her name?"

Jon, hesitated, then pushed the gag in and locked it in place. He rose
and left the room, turning out the light. The white nose in the
speakers hadn't been turned on yet but Jon was sure Elaine couldn't
hear him through the leather helmet.

"Tina. Her name was Tina,"

It was a week before Jon decided to share the results of the intel he'd
received with the slaves.

They were being whipped as he walked into the room. Often, they were
whipped just because it pleased their trainers to do so. Lately, that
wasn't too much of a hardship for Ann and Elaine - they got off on it.
Patricia didn't seem to mind too much, but of course, Kelly always
hated it and usually cried. When it was over today, they were chained
kneeling on the floor, in much the same way they'd been chained their
first night.

"Tell me, slaves, when was the last time that I lied to you?"

The slaves looked confused. It was a strange question. But, as far as
they knew, Jon had never lied to them. They had, on occasion,
mis-interpreted what he'd said, but he'd never lied to them.

"May I speak Sir?" asked Ann.

"Yes, slave."

"Sir, I don't think you've ever lied to us."

Jon nodded and motioned to Ray to gag the women. Then he activated the
remote. It looked like another porn movie, this time with a young woman
and two middle aged men.

"The girl's name is Melissa. She just turned seventeen. She's been
fucking these two men for at least a year, as my investigators recently
found out."

Patricia had a slight frown on her face, as if she recognized the girl
but couldn't place her. Jon waited until just the correct moment, then
froze the picture. It was a crystal clear shot of Patricia's husband
about to slide a large cock into the girl's wet cunt.

There were gasps from the women. Jon restarted the movie, waiting until
the other man's face was clearly illuminated. It was, of course,
Kelly's husband. He was sliding his cock between the girl's waiting
lips. After a short time, the girl was eagerly pumping the prick as it
slid into and out of her sucking mouth.

Jon froze the picture again and stood.

"Ray, make sure these slaves watch the rest of this. Personally, I
think the men look so comical that not even the not cute teen they're
fucking can make me interested in the rest. Besides, I already had to
watch it once.

Kelly and Patricia were in shock, Patricia had tears sliding down her
cheeks. Ann had sort of a smirk on her face and Elaine was blushing
furiously with her eyes on the ground.

Ray gave him a big grin and said, "Heh, sho ting Boss. Get yo eyes off
da flow you bitches!" Jon heard a whip crack on someone's back as he
left the room.

As they days passed, he had them watch other clips that had been
forwarded to him. He also watched the internet for some sign that what
he'd passed to his hacker had hit the erotica groups. Finally, a two
weeks after he'd made the drop off, he saw the first videos hit the
erotica groups. To be sure, the groups were a pale shadow of what they
once were, but they were still pretty active. Since the videos were new
stuff, they were wildly popular. It was another few days before anyone
started pointing out the similarities between what the females looked
like and certain famous, but dead, persons looked like. Naturally there
was discussion on the topic, but most people figured that it was just a
coincidence. Four days later, law enforcement got involved. They were
as subtle as they usually were, meaning everyone knew they were
trolling for who had made the video or who had posted it. Since the
posting had come from outside the U.S. it was very hard to trace. His
hacker was quite good and had a great time running rings around U.S.
law enforcement. It was what he did for kicks.

 From this point on, the drop box that Jon used was closed. There would
be no more packages between him and NyetBug. Jon still logged onto his
hotmail account to get information from the guy, but considering the
number of anonymous servers that Jon went through to protect his IP, it
would be a while before the law came after him. That, of course, would
only happen if they got the hacker. It was possible, of course, but
unlikely since they guy usually kept a very low profile. They had never
seen each other and Jon had used a bank in the Camen Islands to give
the money to the kid. That had been simple once he'd gotten most of his
money outside of U.S. Again, all of this could be tracked, but they'd
have to pull in big resources.

The day finally came almost five months after they'd been captured, for
the last and most risky part of Jon's plan. Kelly, Ann and Patricia
were quite obviously pregnant and even Elaine was showing a bit. It was
good, he thought, to be finishing this up, if for no other reason than
that he was tired of them puking all over the place. That morning, the
men all got together to go over the last minute details.

"Now you guy's are sure you're gonna be OK?"

"Yeah," replied Ben. "Aside from missing the prime pussy, of course.
But hey, I'm sure that I'll be able to find some where I'm going."

"What about moving out the stuff?"

"Most of the stuff we wanted to keep is gone. The suits and a few other
odds and ends are the only things that are left, and we'll be able to
bring them with us. The trunks are heavy though. You sure you're gonna
be able to handle them?" asked Ed.

"Yes," replied Jon. "As long as everything's loaded up in the van, I
won't have any trouble. Besides, I have a plane to catch."

"I still think you're stupid for hanging around after you call," said
Ron.

"I'll be alright." The thought that Jon was going to hang around to
watch the fun. They were wrong. "I've got a different mask to put on in
the van, and besides, it'll be fun to see what happens."

"It's your ass. I'll be long gone," chuckled Ed.

There was silence for a moment.

"I'm gonna miss you guys. I couldn't have done this with out your
commitment."

"Shit," said Roy, "I'd have done if for half what you paid."

"Well, I wish you'd told me that at the beginning!"

They all laughed at that, then went off to do their assigned tasks. It
was unfortunate that they couldn't just leave the women here to be
found, but there was too much of a chance they the wouldn't be able to
sanitize place enough. The fire that would start at midnight would take
care of that though. Arson, sure enough, but it would destroy any
evidence. The expensive toys had been removed from the place, but all
the common, easy to replace bondage furniture was still there. It would
all burn quite nicely.

The hard drive in the computer that Jon had been using, was replaced
with a drive that had been imaged at the same time the current one had
been created. It was basically a virgin drive, with a hacked version of
an operating system on it. There was no data. John destroyed the other
drive with a sledge hammer - after using a Sawzall to cut it in half.
Then, he dumped the parts in the sea.

In the last year, not all of his time had been spent on just learning
how to train slaves. He'd done a lot of reading on covert operations
and how to 'sanitize' a site. How to disappear from society and change
one's identity had also been on the list. Since no one suspected him of
anything, he didn't think that this was going to be a problem. Plus,
the slaves had never seen his real face. His car, complete with corpse,
would be found tomorrow. Of course, it wasn't his corpse, but the id
did match his current medical records.

Each slave was put into a crate. They were all too pregnant to put into
a small one, but the crates were long enough and would hold them just
fine. They knew something was up, but had no idea what it was. They'd
been spending more and more of their time "experiencing" porn in their
suits lately to know just how much equipment had been removed from the
site. By the time they had were put into the crates, they'd all been
washed very thoroughly and the only sperm that they'd had on or in them
had gone into their mouths. And not even that had happened in the last
24 hours. Of course, they'd had plenty of sex with each other.

When Jon got to the building, an abandoned church, with the four
crates, he unloaded them and put them inside. The neighborhood wasn't
the greatest, but he'd staked the church out for weeks and no one
seemed to use it. It being a poor neighborhood, most of the street cams
were out so he didn't have to worry about that. He still had four hours
to get to his plane. Before the mandatory search required three hours
before flight. He was sure that his passport would hold up, but that
part still made him nervous.

Jon uncrated each of the slaves who looked around in confusion. This
was not what they were expecting. Jon began to prepare them for their
unveiling. As he talked to them, he explained to them that they were
being sold and that their buyer was coming to get them that night. They
were gagged and each was bound to something in the chamber that exposed
their bodies. He whipped them and worked them up, then added breast
harnesses to them. A spreader bar was affixed between their legs and
the largest dildo that each one could take - quite large at this point,
was inserted. He left them, turning out the lights. They'd be there at
least an hour, but considering their training, this would not be a
hardship.

He went into another room and changed this skin mask to one no one had
seen. He looked black now, and his clothes fit in with what some of the
working poor wore around here. Then he drove the van to an especially
bad part of the neighborhood and left it with the window open. It was
clean of all his prints and he was pretty sure that it would be
stripped long before the cops found it. He made a call to his hacker
friend and the emails went out. Jon caught a bus with his small pack.
He'd told the men he intended to stay around and watch the fun, but the
TV was as close as he intended to get.

By the time he got to the bus station and removed his latest skin mask
(flushing it down the toilet) and applied his last disguise (matching
his passport), it had hit the news. Like everyone else, he watched as
the T.V. crews descended on the church and found the slaves. By the
time the media circus really got going, he was at the airport. He was
taking off toward his first stop as the news channels were flooding the
airwaves with "unconfirmed reports" of who the slaves actually were,
and the fact that they were pregnant and had been held as sexual
captives. Jon slept. Very soundly.
Epilogue:

"... and no one knows how this war will be resolved." Jon snapped off
the TV. He really didn't want to watch it anyway. It was depressing, to
say the least.

Five years had passed since he had left the states. Things there had
not gone well. They were calling it the second American Civil war. No
one would have thought it would come to that, but it had. The United
States were united no longer. This time though, it was East against
West, with plenty of gorilla warfare going on in the cities. The West
had declared itself the Free States of America, the East considered
themselves the Loyalists. Loyal to the government, rather than the
constitution. It was very ugly, but the world had learned the hard way
to keep out. At least until the States had been weakened further.

The UN had decided to send in a Peace Keeping force during the first
few months to help stabilize the situation. Within a week they were
captured and ejected from the country with a warning. No such restraint
could be guaranteed if this were to happen again. Things had gone
rapidly down hill from there as several countries, most notably China,
had discovered that, even though the US was at war with itself, her
external defenses worked quite well and were manned quite ably.
Specifically, the missile and costal defense systems. While the
Americans were too busy to retaliate, incursions from Mexico into Texas
met with marked little success and many casualties. A European fleet
attempted a blockade of American ports. She responded by having
incoming ships escorted by the Navy. There were only a few incidents
before the Europeans decided that the cost in personal and material was
a bit too high. Plus, American money was still good, despite, or
perhaps because of, the huge disruptions in the world economy. America
finally issued an ultimatum. Stay out or it would respond with nuclear
force. Most people thought it was just a bluff, but with all the
unrest, no one wanted to test it.

"Daddy? Are you going to tuck me in?"

Jon looked over and smiled at the little girl. "Sure honey. The sitter
will be here in a minute."

"OK. Are you going to read to me too?"

Jon laughed. "Yes, Tina. Don't I read to you every night?" He reached
down and tickled the four year old. She giggled with delight and
squirmed away. John let her go and she raced for her bed room. Jon
followed in time to see the girl dive under the covers. He stopped and
selected a book from the shelf to read to her.

Tina was a miracle to him. The night that his wife had died, the man
Jon had contacted was a friend who had lamented, on occasion, the
restrictions placed on his field of study. He was a fertility
specialist who'd had so many restrictions placed on his practice that
he would have to shut down soon. Jon, knowing that Tina was dying,
asked if there was anything that could be done. His friend had
extracted some of Tina's eggs. When Jon had arrived in Australia, he'd
contacted the man, who was already here. Together, they'd found a
surragote mother, and Jon eventually ended up with a daughter. Of
course, it had been very complicated to achieve this, but it had been
done. Jon had a daughter by his late wife and he couldn't have loved
her more.

Little Tina was asleep by the time the sitter got there. She already
had all the information she needed, and Jon left her.

As he drove to the club, Jon reflected that he hadn't escaped as
unscathed as he'd thought from his revenge. Oh, it had been everything
he could have hoped for. The women had been humiliated beyond belief -
their positions in the community destroyed. As soon as it was common
knowledge that they were alive, the demand for the video clips that Jon
had planted grew astronomically. They were quite the news item for over
six months. Patricia, after one or two interviews, completely retired
from pubic life. Kelly refused all interviews. The fact that they had
been all so obviously pregnant had kept them from getting an abortion.
The babies were born, but somehow the media lost track of them after
that. Patricia and Kelly were hounded by the media for another year,
but Ann and Elaine had disappeared from their radar, being mentioned
only occasionally. Finally, all mention of the two teens ceased.

Yes, Jon thought, things were going well. He had more than enough money
for him and Tina to live quite well, and he'd found, well helped
create, a place to indulge in his... interests. The club had been
founded using some of his money. It was a very exclusive, very hard
core BDSM club. Other countries had taken to heart the lesson that the
United States had given and more and more politicians shied away from
legislating sexual behavior. It wasn't that way everywhere, but
Australia had been taken to this lesson quite well.

Jon settled into a chair with a drink. Few people knew that he was a
primary owner in the club. There were women that he played with, from
time to time. None as well trained as Ann and Elaine had been, and few
were into the level of rough play they'd learned to enjoy, but one
couldn't have everything.

He scanned the small crowd, wondering if any of his play partners were
going to be here tonight. He noted that there were two new women, quite
striking in their appearance. The upper body of the smaller one was
bound quite severely and she was being led through the area on a leash.
Her arms were in a single sheath, heavy weights pulled her nipples and
it looked like she'd been lashed rather badly. He turned back to his
small table and drank a bit more wine. When he back around, his heart
almost stopped. The two women were in front of him, with the bound one
kneeling on the floor.

"Hello Jon," said the standing one.

He looked at them trying to keep from showing his reaction on his face.
"I think you have me confused with someone else. My name is Eric."

"No it isn't," said the woman as she slid into a chair at his table.
The other girl knelt silently at her Mistress' feet. "Or rather, that
might be what it is now, but that's not what it was in the States." She
leaned forward, "You remember the States, right? It's where you
imprisoned Elaine and I and had us trained as slaves, then
impregnated."

Jon said nothing and Ann continued. "We hated you, you know." She
leaned forward and slapped Jon on the face. The blow was hard, but
rather than stun him it angered him and he began to stand up. "We loved
you and you left us."

That got his attention. "Look lady, I don't know who you are. But you
raise your hand to me again, and I'll have you thrown out of the club.
Now why don't you go and find another table."

"No way. You're the reason we're here. It's taken us all this time to
find you and Elaine and I aren't going to let you just get up and walk
away."

"You're from the States you say? And you think I imprisoned you? Even
if that were true, you'd have no jurisdiction over me here."

"We didn't come here to turn you in," Ann laughed. "Actually, my slave
and I wanted to thank you."

"Since I don't know you, what would you have to thank me for?"

"Setting us free. Look, cut the bullshit. I know it's you. I found the
hacker that you'd used for all your work. Elaine's quite the little
hacker herself. One of her many talents. He didn't want to give you up,
you know, but I had something that your money couldn't buy."

"This is fascinating and all, but really..."

"Oh please. Fine, you won't admit it. At least listen to what I have to
say," she sighed. "Anyway, you'd given him a lot of money, but I was
able to give him Elaine. He really wanted the girl in the videos that
you'd distributed, and that paid for a lot. Of course, that still
didn't tell us who you really were. But when Elaine told me that you
had a wife named Tina and how she'd died, I was able to get him to
scrounge through some of the old computer records. Little bastard had
held out on us and Elaine spotted the medical stats you'd had changed
to stage your death You'd be surprised how many of those he'd
arrainged. You really should have had him purge the records; they were
your one weak link. But Elaine knew who your wife had been and that was
the clincher. By the way, she purged the records herself. Anyway, to
make a long story short, it took a while, but now we're here."

"I see. Just out of curiosity why are you here?" asked Jon. "I mean,
this all sounds rather complex and I don't understand why you think I'm
a part of it."

"Like I said, Elaine and I like what you made us. Not that I had any
chance of turning out as anything else anyway. I hated my family,
especially my mother. They actually threw us out the first time they
caught me using Elaine. She's quite good you know. You should see some
of the things I've trained the little slut to do since we last met."

"Well, as I said, I don't know what this has to do with me, but it's a
free club. Enjoy yourselves."

Ann stood, pulling Elaine to her feet by the leash. The leash, Jon
noted, was attached to her nipple rings.

"Fine. We're off to play now. Feel free to join in at any time."

Jon watched Ann lead Elaine to the wooden pony. He realized that his
cock was rock hard.

End -- The Law

Author's Final note:

Is this story realistic? Well, parts of it are. Parts are not. There
are probably many holes in Jon's escape, for instance. But the story
was based on things that are happening in the US right now. If this
story makes even a few people check out the DCMA, the RIAA, the MPAA or
the unconstitutional laws being enacted for our so called Safety, then
I'll be happy.
Copyright 2003 by Dark Pen.

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