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It was made from wood that has been around as long as man has. It has been used for millennium to club the heads of women and take them to the user's layer. The wood has been past through more hands than years time has been recorded. Kings and lords have used the wood. It has changed shape little in that time. It still is long and slender. Now though it is tipped with silver and the handle is also silver with colorful stones in it. At a glance it looks like a simple wooden cane, but that is only the surface. Even those that don't believe in magic have to admit that there is something in the wood to make it powerful.
For years it has been kept in a locked case in the home of Sir Henry Tipped, but on one night it was stolen. Two thieves entered the servant's entrance and soon they were taking all that was valuable. They got to a locked case, but it had a window, and since they didn't think that something as pitiful as a cane would be alarmed they broke the glass. A loud shrill filled the mansion and the two thieves knew their time in the house was over. The thief with the cane tossed it to the second thief while the first pulled out a wicked knife. The two ran fast and hard back they way they came. Security and cooks were able to tackle the first thieve, but the second one used the cane as a club and was able to get out the door and run into the night.
The thief knew that he had to leave, since he wore a black mask they wouldn't be able to identify him, but his partner knew who he was and where he lived, and that was a bad thing. In his auto he stripped off the dark clothing and removed his mask. He had to leave the country, but he didn't want to leave the money and jewels. Where to go and what to do filled his mind? He raced home and got a good cardboard box filling it with newspaper and his loot he sealed it up. He had to leave England so he thought that America would be a good place to hide. His cousin lived in Los Angeles, California, and now would be the best time to see him. So addressing the cardboard box for his cousin's LA address he went to all night shipping store. Claiming that the box held his cousin's inheritance he would like to ship it with insurance and with three-day delivery. He was polite with a smile on his face he kept enough cash with him to buy a plane ticket to America. But the cane wouldn't fit into the box, and such a treasure should be kept. He started to limp.
The plane ticket cost a bundle and there was some note of him using a cane for his limp, but they waved him on. He changed all the money he had on him to American money. The plane ride was long and with nothing to do he watched the sun catch up to the plane. He landed in Atlanta and then got a connecting flight to Houston, and finally landed in Los Angeles, California. The sun hurt his eyes and the first thing he bought was a pair of sunglasses. He dispensed with limping and just walked with the cane. The cab ride took up almost all of the money in his pocket, but he was at his cousin's apartment.
"Jack!" said the American. He was thin and tall with brown hair. He had a long face and a large nose. There no longer was any English accent in his voice. He wore a dress shirt and blue slacks.
"Roy!" said the thief. He was just as tall but with a rounder face. To say that these two boys were cousins would give the only clue that they were related.
"My God what they hell are you doing on this half of the world?" Roy asked leading his cousin in.
"I needed to leave England," Jack said sounding guilty.
"Oh no, you didn't kill someone did you?"
"No, no I just stole something that the former owner found out about."
"You almost got caught."
"No that dumb partner of mine almost got the both of us caught. The shit head didn't bother to check for wires when he broke a pane."
"Well you are free to say here until you get caught or I am under suspicion."
"Thanks."
"I have to get to work. Taxes wait for no man. Hey if you plan on staying here for any length of time you might want to think about getting a job."
"What kind of job could I get. I am a foreigner without a green card wanted by the British police."
"Your problem, not mine. There's a spare key to the front door and this door in the far drawer in the kitchen. You'll find it, and if you don't you can always pick the locks. Oh, and that's how you got to my door to begin with. Sorry I can't stay longer," Roy said closing the door behind him.
Once again Jack was left alone and the twitch in he heart was a hint of fear. He sat down on his cousin's couch and turned on the television. It took him a while to figure out how to turn on the cable, with three different remotes how did he know. He turned to the BBC on cable and waited for the news. There was no news of the brake in at Sir Tipped's mansion, but Jack waited. When his stomach told him that he would need food he check his expenses. He only had five dollars. Was that a lot, Jack asked himself?
Jack picked up the cane and looked at it. What a dumb thing to be caught over. Still it was the only thing that he considered his in the foreign land, and that is why he took it with him. With Roy's keys in his pocket Jacked checked out the apartment to begin with. Eight apartments per floor, and six floors. There was a basement, and that is where he was when someone discovered him.
"Oh," said a woman, "who are you?" She was of average size, but her breasts were quite large and her waist was very small. Her hair was long and dark brown almost black. Her eyes too were dark brown almost black. Her face still had a bit of baby fat on it making her look younger than she was, and she looked twenty years old. She wasn't wearing any makeup, but in truth she didn't need any.
"Hello I'm Roy Church's cousin," Jack said holding out his hand to shake, "my name is Jack London."
"You're British," said the woman gently shaking Jack's hand.
"Yes I am, and who are you?"
"I'm Karen Smith," she said and then reached behind her and pulled up a full laundry basket, "I came here to do laundry."
"So sorry please allow me to move," Jack said moving the only way he could behind her. "I will leave you to your cleaning."
"A pleasure to meet you Jack," Karen said going back to picking out the colors and lights.
Jack turned to leave but then turned around and tapping Karen on the shoulder, "I'm sorry I wanted to ask-." Karen fell to the ground.
Jack didn't know what to do. He never had a woman faint on him before. He was on his knees beside the unconscious woman and started to pat the side of her face. Her eyes started to blink, and she looked up at Jack with an expressionless face. Jack let go of the breath that he didn't know he was holding, and helped Karen to her feet.
"Are you all right my dear? I am sorry to have frightened you like that," Jack said with sincere apology. Karen looked at the English man, but said nothing. "I can not apologize enough. Is there anything I can do for you?" There was no response from the expressionless woman. "Please Miss Smith say something."
"Something," came from Karen's lips.
Jack looked confused, "I'm sorry what did you say?"
"Something," Karen said again in the same monotone voice.
"And why are you saying this word?" Jack asked.
"You commanded me to say something," Karen said without joking.
"Ah yes," Jack said, "and you will obey any of my commands right?"
"I am yours to command master," Karen said in the same monotone voice.
"Really and if I said take off all of your cloths and wash them too you would," Jack said and then his mouth hung open. There the large chested woman started to strip off her tee shirt and tight shorts. Next went her bra and panties and finally she kicked off he shoes and pulled off her socks. Jack was aghast as this woman did just as he commanded her to. "You are my slave?"
"Yes master," naked and waiting Karen said.
Jack pulled out a towel from Karen's laundry and wrapped it around her. He whispered into her hear, "follow me." Running up the stares Jack and Karen were in Roy's apartment in seconds. Jack turned to Karen and she looked at her master. Jack reached out one unsteady hand and flipped off the towel from around Karen and it fell to the floor revealing the present inside. Her skin was flawless, her hips were just wide enough to maker her waist seem narrow. Her breasts were handfuls and with dark nipples at the end. Her face was round and expressionless. Her dark eyes only reflected the sight of her master. Jack didn't know what to do with her. "Um, you want to have sex with me," Jack said cautiously.
"Yes Master," and Karen licked her lips. She slowly took a step towards Jack. She placed her lips full on his. Her hands started to move over Jack slowly unbuttoning his shirt. Exposing the pale skin she started to kiss it. Soon all of Jack's cloths were off and Karen was sucking on his member. It was large and long, filled with blood and soon something else. Her head went forward and back on his head. Her dark hair covered her face, but it was the feeling that Jack enjoyed. He felt it coming. It was rising like the water from a garden hose. He shot his full load into Karen's waiting mouth. She sucked it down every drop to let it slide down her throat. She pulled up the limp member and started to stroke it. She slid it between her firm breasts with erect nipples. Soon Jack's fifth appendage straitened. She straddled Jack making her pussy open for him. He manually moved his penis to the hole he wanted and slipped his head into her lips. She groaned as he entered her and they both started to move their own hips. Up and down over and over. Karen was lost in the pleasure as Jack's penis rubbed along her G-spot. Karen couldn't hold it back, and let it come. She screamed as an orgasm filled her and pulled her down onto Jack's dick. Karen's pussy grasping Jack's dick sent him over the edge again and he shot his load inside her. He finally pulled out of her and some of him dripped out. Getting his breath back Jack laid down next to Karen and the jet lag finally caught up with him and he fell fast asleep.
The sound of a key going into the lock on the apartment door was what woke Jack from his slumber. He was on his feet in a second and hiding in the bathroom. "Karen what are you doing naked in my bed?" Roy said.
"Roy," Jack said wrapping a bath towel around his waist.
"Jack," Roy moved closer to whisper to Jack, "you move quick."
"I need to talk to you about this," Jack said picking up the cane.
"I agree, you need to clean my sheets. There are some washers and dryers down in the basement," Roy said.
"No, no this cane," Jack said holing it up, "this cane did something to Karen."
Roy looked over at Karen, not even trying to cover herself up, "I'll say it did. It made her cloths disappear."
"Not that," Jack said, "okay maybe that, but this cane did something to her and made her my slave."
"Really," Roy said walking over to Karen. "Hi Karen."
"Hello Roy," Karen said in a monotone voice.
Roy continued, "Karen who am I?"
"You are Roy Church."
"And who are you?"
"I am Karen Smith."
"And who is this?" Roy asked pointing a thumb at Jack who was putting on his cloths.
"Master," Karen said with a strait face.
"This is a joke right?" Roy asked Jack who was pulling on his pants.
"If it is it's a joke on me too," Jack said buttoning up his shirt.
"Okay tell me exactly what you did," Roy said sitting down on the edge of his bed, next to Karen.
"Right well Karen and I met down in the laundry room, we had a chat. Just when I was about to leave I wanted to ask her where would be a good place to eat and to get her attention again I tapped her on the shoulder with the cane. She fell unconscious, and when she woke up she said I was her master, and she is my slave. After that, well you can figure it out."
Roy looked around on the floor, "where are Karen's cloths?"
Jack opened his mouth and then a little fear filled his face, "oh bloody hell they are down in the laundry room."
"Do you want my advice?" Roy asked.
"Yes please," Jacks aid almost begging.
"Right first you need to get Karen dressed, and have her take care of her chores. Second you need to learn more about that walking stick of yours," Roy said and was interrupted by Jack's stomach growling, "and third you need some food."
"Okay," Jack said looking around on the floor and picking up the towel that Karen wore from the laundry room. "Karen," Jack said and Karen sprang to her feet, "do you think that you can get back into your apartment without anyone seeing you?"
"Yes master," Karen said as Jack wrapped the towel around her naked form.
"Good now do you also have access the to world wide web?"
"Yes master."
"Okay listen up, I want you to sneak back to your apartment and put on some cloths, and then go back to the laundry room and take care of your laundry. I also want you to do some research on this can," Jack held up the cane for Karen to see, "it use to belong to a Sir Henry Tipped from England. Do you understand?"
"Yes master."
"Okay," Jack said opening the apartment door and looking to see if the coast was clear, "go for it." Karen left the apartment wearing just the towel and giving a nice view of her legs.
"I wonder how long she will stay like that?" Roy said getting up and going to the kitchen for a beer. From the kitchen he said to Jack, "so besides the walking stick what else did you take from Sir Tipped?"
Jack walked into the kitchen, "a good wad of money, I didn't have time to count it. A very nice set of jewels and diamonds, and he had three small bars of gold for some reason and I took those too."
"And where are these items now?" Roy asked.
"On their way here," Jack said guilty.
"Please tell me you paid cash," Roy said taking a mouthful of his beer.
"Of course I did. At least I did something right," Jack said taking a seat at the kitchen table.
"Well who was this guy with you who got caught?"
"Walt or Walter he said he was a master thief, well anyone who gets caught is not a master."
"You would know," Roy said thinking of Karen. "Do you think that he will talk?"
"Yes," Jack said with a head hung, "if he talks he gets less jail time, and I get put in the box for a long time."
"We don't call it a box anymore," Roy said referring to Jack's outdated American speech. "So you have contacts back home find out how much the cops want you and then go back when the heat has died down."
"And what about the cane?" Jack asked.
"What about it?"
"What do we do with it?"
"Enjoy life like you never could," Roy said taking another swig of his beer, "I don't know just leave it alone. You already have Karen, who more do you need?"
"I can think of two hundred off the top of my head," Jack said and shook his head, "okay so we leave it alone for now." Jack's stomach rumbled again, "now where can we eat?"
The night had fallen and the temperature cooled off quickly while Jack slumbered next to Karen. "It's a real Mexican restaurant, not like back home," Roy said opening the door for Jack.
"I hope you're paying I am a little low on money," Jack said walking into the hot stuffy room.
"Not a problem," Roy said. Inside the restaurant there was five people in line waiting to be seated so Jack and Roy had to wait a moment. They were in line sight of a television tuned to the all news channel. Jack nudged Roy in the ribs and pointed at the television. There in on the screen was a picture of an older man, there were two years underneath his photograph, and one of those years was the current year.
"What does that mean?" Jack asked.
"With two dates like that it usually means he's dead. Lived sixty-five years, rather young. Why you know him?" Roy asked.
"That is Sir Henry Tipped," Jack replied.
The pair was out of the restaurant and dashing back to Roy's apartment in seconds. Before they made it to the apartment Roy stopped Jack. "That pay phone you need to call your contacts in England," Roy said and pulled out his wallet and removed a prepaid phone card, "here use this."
Jack typed in a string of numbers he knew by heart, "Come on pick up. Fred, Fred! Turn down the- thanks listen have you heard about Sir Tipped? I know he's dead, but how? Did they say what caused the heart attack? Right did they say anything about the brake in? What brake in, the brake in, the one that Walt and I did two days ago, that brake in. Okay where's Walt? Yeah, it was two days ago. Well can you find him? He might be in jail. Right I'll call you back in say an hour. Talk to you later." Jack looked at Roy who knew exactly what was going on.
"Why don't we see what Karen has found out?" Roy said.
At Karen's apartment she was printing out many pages concerning the Tipped clan and the cane. The cloths she picked out were a very tight pair of pants, and a very tight and small sleeveless shirt. "I have found out much about the cane master," Karen said still in the monotone voice.
"Could you talk normal," Roy said feeling annoyed by her lack of emotion.
Karen didn't even look at Roy, but only at Jack. Jack looked at Roy shrugged and then said to Karen, "you will talk like you normally would if you were not my slave. You will still obey me in all things, but you will not have to wait for my command to do things."
"Thank God," Karen said finally talking like a normal person, "I have had to use the pot since we did it." Karen walked off to her bathroom and closed the door.
Roy looked at Jack who looked back and they both shrugged. Jack handed a few of the print outs to Roy and kept some for himself. The history of the cane was described in some detail. It seems that it has been around since one of the first kings, and has been handed to many different kings and queens through the years. It was given to the Tipped clan three generations ago as a wedding gift. The approximate value of the cane was, "Three million pounds," Jack said with a slack jaw.
"For an old hunk of wood," Roy said shaking his head.
The toilet flushed and Karen stepped out of the bathroom to look at Jack. Jack didn't know what to do so he asked Karen, "did you wash your hands?"
"Yes master," Karen said with a little feeling of love in her voice.
"This is weird," Roy said taking a seat in the computer chair, "so you didn't find anything about the mind controlling powers of the cane?"
Karen didn't respond to Roy. Roy looked at Jack who knew what he had to do. "Okay Karen listen up," Jack said, "you will obey Roy as you would obey me. Do you understand?"
"Yes master," Karen said looking at Roy with a smile.
"So answer my question," Roy said.
"I only found one reference," Karen started pulling out one print out, "it was said that the cane crucial in making a marriage work, if that sounds like a reference. Some lord and lady didn't want to marry and well when this cane came into the play suddenly everything worked out."
"Thanks Karen you've been a peach," Roy said giving Karen a peck on the cheek. Karen turned scarlet.
"Okay you two," Jack said braking up the lovers eyes they were giving each other. "I need to use your phone Karen."
"All that I have is yours master," Karen said with a bow and pointed at a phone on the wall.
"Hey Karen come here," Roy said and Karen came over and sat on his lap. He started to whisper into her ear.
"Fred it's me. What'd you find out?" Jack asked into the phone. Minutes later he was back in front of Roy and Karen and Karen was smiling and giggling a bit. "Hate to interrupt you two love birds, but I need some advice," Jack said.
"Sure what's up?" Karen asked with an arm around Roy.
"Well according to Fred there was no report of any type of brake in at the Tipped mansion in the past six months. Also Walt turned up in his apartment," Jack said.
"That's good," Karen said with a smile.
"With a bullet hole in his head," Jack said.
"That's bad," Roy said the smile disappearing.
"From what Fred said they think that it was made to look like suicide, but there was blood on the handle of the gun where his hand should have been. So someone shot him and the spray of blood got on his hand, and then someone put the gun in his hand," Jack said siting down in a chair.
"So there isn't much to it," Karen said looking between the two boys, "the robbery at this Tipped place wasn't reported, why? Because you stole something that was worth killing your partner over and sending you a message."
"What message?" Roy asked looking at the beauty on his lap.
"You are in deep shit," Karen said with raised eyebrows.
"Thanks," Jack said with a long breath. "I am starving do you have any food Karen?"
"Yes," Karen said leading Jack into the kitchen. This was not the best thing in the world. All Karen had in the way of food were some nutrition bars and a box of cereal. Granted Jack devoured these things and the half a liter of milk quickly, but this didn't satisfy him.
"Well if you're still hungry why don't we go back to that Mexican restaurant," Jack said.
"Okay but I want to go back to my apartment and grab a jacket. It's getting cold out there," Roy said standing up. He left Jack and Karen alone in that apartment.
"Do you think that we have time for a quick blowjob?" Jack asked Karen.
"What ever you command master," Karen said getting down on her knees.
"Jack," Roy said opening the door and finding Karen wiping out Jack's penis, "oh man I didn't mean to. There's some guy up at my place with a box that has your name on it. I has to be signed."
Jack stuffed his thing back inside his pants and the three of them went up to Roy's apartment. There at the door was a delivery man holding a cardboard box and an electronic notepad. Jack signed for the box and brought it into Roy's place. Roy produced a knife to cut open the box and that is just what Jack did. From the many folds of paper Jack produced stacks and stacks of pounds, which Roy picked up as they came out and counted them. Out of the box came the three bars of gold each about fifteen centimeters by seven centimeters by three centimeters. Jack also pulled out a black cloth bag that he carefully emptied on the table and out spilled over twenty diamonds and five diamonds encrusted rings.
"So what does it feel like to be rich?" Roy asked Jack.
"Why how much is there?"
"An even four hundred thousand pounds," Roy said and Jack whistled.
"How much it that in American money?" Karen asked.
"Over half a million," Jack replied.
"Or more exactly five hundred sixty some thousand dollars," Roy said. "Now if we factor in the gold and the jewels you have over a million here."
"Well I just want to get back to England and deal with whatever is going on," Jack said putting the diamonds back in the bag.
"You sure," Karen asked, "someone killed your friend, and I have no doubt that they would kill you too."
"Okay so you want to go back over to England that's fine," Roy said tapping the money, "you might want to change some of this into American money to pay for your flight, and you might want to get a flight as soon as possible."
"Why's that?" Jack asked.
"Who ever killed this Walt person might have killed him because he didn't tell them where you were. That would mean that the sooner you pop up the better," Roy said.
"That's just the opposite of what she said," Jack yelled pointing at Karen.
"No, I said you were in deep shit," Karen said, "I never said that you shouldn't deal with it."
"Okay," Jack said annoyed, "can we go over what we know." Two heads nodded okay. "All right first we know that the break in is being covered up. I just don't know why?"
"Well here's an idea," Karen said raising a finger, "you stole something that they don't want the world to know about. Like that mind controlling cane."
"She's smart," Roy said pointing at Karen, who gave him a wide smile, "come here." Karen bounded over and planed herself on his lap.
"Okay, I'll buy that," Jack said but raised his finger in question, "but why kill Walt?"
"He knew about the cane," Roy said stroking Karen's dark hair, "you said he was the one who triggered the burglar alarm to get it. I would say that something that valuable is worth killing someone to keep quiet."
"That or they didn't believe Walt was telling the truth when he said he didn't know what the cane did," Karen said from Roy's lap.
"So he didn't take a bullet for me," Jack said sitting down.
"You already said that he would snitch on you," Roy replied.
"One minuet where did someone get a gun?" Karen asked, "I thought that guns were banned in England."
Roy and Jack had wide smiles and it was Roy who explained things, "you can get a gun real easy in England, just find an Irishman."
"So who did it?" Jack asked.
"Who knew about the cane?" Karen replied. All at once Jack realized who killed Walt, was after him, and why they wanted the cane back.
"I need to go back," Jack replied, "I can't say here. They will eventually find out about you and I don't want you being killed over something that I did."
"Nobel for a burglar," Karen replied with a grin.
"I own a respectable alarm company," Jack said with his head held high, "but it's in my blood. To enter someone else's living quarters. The smells of their kitchen, the feel of the rugs, and granted I should be rewarded for showing them that their homes are not safe. That's what Grand-dad always said."
"Our grandfather was a burglar," Roy explained to Karen, "never got caught, but when he came close he realized that legitimate businesses make more money than burglarizing did, so he started a burglar alarm company."
"So where is the felony tendencies in your blood?" Karen quipped at Roy.
"I deal with taxes all day. I see illegal practices right and left, and know how to avoid them," Roy said with pride. "Speaking of which that money of yours I should put it in a joint account with your name on it, and then you can get the money over in England whenever you want. As for the diamonds and gold well I know a jeweler that doesn't ask many questions."
"And then put all the money in that account?" Jack asked.
"A majority," Roy said.
"And if I get killed you can still get to the money," Jack said with narrowed eyes.
"Well if you want to look at it that way," Roy said, "yes."
"Right, so I still need hop the pond."
"Tonight?" Karen asked.
"Preferably," Jack said.
Karen reached over to the phone and pressing a long string of numbers she said, "I need your credit card." Jack looked at Roy, who looked at him and then Roy dug out his wallet. Roy mouthed to Jack; 'you owe me.' Jack pointed at the stack of money, and Roy took the hint. "I need a flight to London, England. As soon a possible," Karen said into the phone and then read off Roy's credit card number and said it would be under his name. She made up a story that they were engaged and she was going over to see his parents and her name was Jacqueline, but put down Jack. "In an hour, sure that's great," Karen said, "thank you so much by." Karen looked up at Jack, "you're good to go."
"How did you do that?" Jack asked.
"I work at a travel agency," Karen said, "it's like second nature to me."
"Can you give me a lift?" Jack asked. With five hundred pounds in his wallet and the cane in his left hand Jack was on his way across the Atlantic Ocean. Jack bid Karen and Roy farewell, and that the two lovebirds would have a long happy life. He also thanked Roy once again for helping him. Limping along Jack walked into the airport and onto his flight. No one gave him a second glance as his ticket said Jack London or cared that he was using a cane. Jack arrived at the terminal for his flight just as they were announcing the boarding of the final few passengers. Jack wished that he had time to stop for something to eat, but he only had five American dollars. On the flight all he got was a bag of mixed dried fruit and granola chunks.
England was just waking up when Jack landed and he took the bus to a spot that no one knew even existed. He hid the cane in a spot that only if you were looking for the spot you would find it. At this time Jack figured that it was time to go home, and that is just what he did. He noticed the auto even before he was on his block. The flat that he called home was simple and looked like the five dozen that were around it, and none of them were very expensive. So when a brand new jaguar was parked only one hundred meters from his home Jack noticed. He also noticed the two people sitting in the front seats looking intently at his front door. Time to get noticed, jack thought. He walked right up to the front door and using his keys he opened it and let himself in.
Jack didn't even have time to open the beer he took from the refrigerator when the knock came at the door. Jack opened the door and was immediately punched in the face, and while holding his nose he was struck over the head with a heavy object and an unwelcome sleep came over him.
The first thing that Jack noticed was that the pillow that his head was on was unusually hard, lumpy, and cold. His head hurt and for some reason so did his shoulder. Jack picked himself up and opened his eyes to see a sight that he didn't expect. He was on a simple white couch and all around in his field of vision were scantily clad women of all different types. Over thirty women of all types of colors and sizes and styles were dressed in provocative white undergarments of different types. Each women had their eyes on Jack and posed to show off their sexuality.
"They are beautiful," said a voice behind him, "the have come from all over the world. Some were models, and some were just women I happened to meet."
Jack turned to the voice and quickly regretted his choice of head moves as a sore spot made its presence known. Jack turned his whole body and looked at the woman who spoke. She had to be over fifty years old, and with gray hair and a thin frame she spoke of elegance. Her simple blue dress had to have cost as much as the diamond encrusted broach she wore.
"Lady Tipped," Jack said not surprised, "I am sorry to hear about your husband's death."
The woman walked around and stroked the long blond hair of one of the sexual objects, "some times my ladies can overwhelm a man. Henry wanted to forget about the brake in, and where did he happen to go one of my brothels. It's sad really. If I had known he was coming I would have let him in free of charge."
"And you were the one who killed Walt," Jack said.
"When a man can't even get it up, there isn't much to entice him. Not like your other friend Frederick."
"Is he dead too?"
"Oh no, but he did say he was going to come back to one of my brothels after he had a taste. His information was quite helpful in finding you. I must thank you for coming back to London. Now I don't have to pay my men to go over to America and retrieve you."
"But you don't want me do you," Jack said playing along, "you want the cane."
"Yes," Lady Tipped said. "I will give you all of these ladies as your own if you give me the cane. Think of it a different woman every night for a month for as long as you live. What could be better than that?"
"If I had the cane I could have a different lady ever night for the rest of my life."
"You don't have it!" Lady Tipped yelled at Jack.
"Do you see it on me?" Jack said in shock of her stupidity, "I am sure that you have checked my home, and business, and every other place you know that I frequent."
"You are smart one," the Lady said feeling the breasts of one of her ladies, "I tracked down the airport video tape of you getting on the plane to American and you had the cane. My spies are checking the airport currently to see if you came back with it or not. I will know in time."
"You enjoy these ladies as much as the men do," Jack said noting Lady Tipped's affection towards the sex machines.
"I love these ladies in no way a man could. Would you believe that I found out the cane's power by accident? One of my maids didn't enjoy our love as much as I did, so I struck her with the cane. She enjoyed the love and love making much more after that." Just then the phone on the table rang. Lady Tipped picked it up and listened. "Good find out everywhere he went after that." Tipped hung up the phone and looked at Jack, "so you brought it back. What would it take to get it back from you?"
Jack's stomach gave a very painful growl that was louder than a gunshot. "I haven't had more than health food in the past three days. We go to lunch, you pay, and afterwards I will take you right too the cane."
Lady Tipped pulled a very small gun from a drawer and pointed the very shiny item directly at Jack's head. "I don't think so Mr. London. You see I don't like spending any more money than I have to. You will take me to the cane, and you will return all of the money, the jewels, and the gold that you stole."
"Those were profits weren't they," Jack said.
"Some of my clients are not always English. Just like some of my ladies are not. It is nice being a Parliament member's wife. I get to travel all over the world, and I always take the cane with me. Just in case I find one who catches my attention. Now shale we go," Tipped said motioning with her gun.
The two walked down a long hallway and out the front door of a nondescript house just north of London. From the outside it didn't look like a house of sin. There sat an almost identical jaguar to the one that was outside of Jack's flat, and Lady Tipped indicated for Jack to get in on the right, and still with the gun pointed at him go in behind him. Jack drove with the gun pointed to the back of his head. The small gun may not have much power behind it, but there was more than enough to put a bullet into his head. Jack drove south and east and any conversation with Lady Tipped was silenced by more pressure on the back of his head with the gun. Jack pulled up in the industrial district next to the Thames River.
"Where?" Lady Tipped asked still pointing the gun at Jack.
"In that outflow pipe," Jack said pointing at an opened end pipe that opened to the river.
"Get it and no funny business," the lady said taking aim for Jack's head.
Jack walked done the small decline to the river. He knew that she wouldn't want to get her shoes muddy, and that was what he planned on. Jack had wedged the cane, wrapped in blue waterproof cloth, on the top of the pipe. He pulled it out with little effort and looked up at Lady Tipped still pointing her gun at him from nearly thirty meters away. Jack started walking back up to the lady.
When Jack was five meters from the Lady, still slightly on the decline, Tipped spoke up, "Stop right there. Open it." Jack opened the blue cloth and showed the wood and silver cane inside. "Place it on the ground and step away."
Jack did as he was told, but he didn't play all of his hand. Also inside the blue cloth was a steel pipe. Lady Tipped walked out onto the wet muddy sloping ground and had to look away from Jack for an instant to see where to stoop and grab the cane. In that instant Jack attacked. He swung the cloth wrapped pipe and was just within reach to strike the gun. The gun went flying and Tipped lost her balance on the slick ground. She landed on her rump and started to slide. She did grab the cane before she slid down to the river, and so did Jack. The two looked like they were having a tug of war with the piece of wood. Jack swung one more time with the pipe and connected with Lady Tipped's hands on the cane, and that made her instantly let go.
It was over and they both knew it. Jack strode down to the Nobel woman lying on the muddy grass and looked down at her. She looked up at the thief in her dull old eyes and closed them in anticipation of what was to come. Jack tapped Lady Tipped twice on the shoulder, and she lost consciousness. Jack nudged Lady Tipped in the ribs until she opened her eyes.
"Get up," Jack said and his new slave obeyed without question. "Who am I?"
"You are my master," Lady Tipped said in a monotone voice.
"And who are you?"
"I am your slave."
"Good now slave listen to me and obey. Stop hunting my family my friends and me. You will forget about the money that I stole, and you will give me ten percent of the money you make off of the brothels. You will take back the cane, but you will give me access to it at any time I wish. You will also obey me in all things, but you will live out your life like you have in the past. You will live your life, and I will live mine, and I will only call on your services when I desire, you will never call me. Also I want you to change your will. If you die I want you to leave me the cane. You will get back into your car and drive to your home. When you get into your auto you will wake from this trance, still following the commands you have been given, but you will return to your own personality. There is one thing you don't want to stain the inside of your auto, so take off all of your muddy cloths before you get inside. Now do as I command."
Jack watched as the elegant woman strip off her blue dress and bra, she wasn't wearing panties. She kicked off her shoes, and removed her stockings. She walked up the slippery grass with the help from the cane, and when she got into the car Jack saw her shake her head and then give him a look. The look spoke more words than a lexicon has, but the meaning was clear. She was his slave, and there was nothing she could do about it. She started the car and drove off.
Jack walked up and found a very old restaurant with greasy food, but Jack enjoyed every bite of his large thick juicy hamburger. Three days later Jack was in his flat watching the television when the phone rang. "Jack," Jack identified himself.
"Jack it's Roy," said the relation.
"Hey bud how's it going?"
"Sorry I missed your call last night. Karen and I were busy."
"How is the doll?"
"Why don't you ask her. Hey Karen it's Jack he wants to say hi."
"Hello master," Karen said into the phone.
Jack winced at this and then spoke, "Karen listen up Roy is now your master. You will obey him in all things, not me. Got it?"
"Yes Jack I got it. Trust me if I had the choice between the two of you I would pick Roy."
"Oh why's that?"
"I really don't want to say."
"Oh come on. I'm no longer your master, do tell your friend why?"
"I have liked Roy for over two years now, since I came to LA. I just never got up the nerve to talk to him."
"Happy to help," Jack said bowing in the empty flat.
"Oh tell him, tell him," Karen said over the phone, but not to Jack.
"Okay, okay I'll tell him," Roy said taking back the receiver, "Jack."
"Still here."
"Okay Karen and I are getting married."
"Oh, knew it, knew it. I saw the looks that the two of you gave each other. How long have you loved Karen?"
"Pretty much as soon as she moved into my apartment complex."
"So when's the wedding?"
"We haven't set a date yet, but we have decided that we are going to have it in England."
"Does my mother know?"
"Not yet, and don't tell her, or my mom. I want to announce it at the Easter day get together. So what happened to the cane?"
"I gave it back."
"WHAT!"
"Now wait a minute I decided that I wouldn't use it as much as Lady Tipped would. She was running three brothels and was using the cane to bring in women. Now I wasn't stupid I used the cane on her, and made sure I have access to the cane any time I wish. Also I get ten percent of the brothels and I still have Lady Tipped as me slave. All in all I would say that things worked out rather well."
"If you say so Jack."
"Now then you still need to give me the account number that you set up so I can get some of our money. Minus whatever it takes for you two to have your wedding."
"You are willing to let us use your money for our wedding?"
"Hell you helped me out more than you could possibly know. If it wasn't for you I would probably be dead, so what is a little money between blood."
"That's great." Roy gave Jack the account number and Jack said good-by to Roy and to Karen, and sat down to enjoy the football game on the television.
Just when one team was about to kick in the ball a breaking news report came on. Lady Anastasia Tipped died in a traffic accident.
The End
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