'You know Jeff, I really miss the way you trained my women.' Annette looked into his eyes as she ran her hand along the inside front of Jeff's trousered thighs. 'When you left, there was no one that could train my new slaves the way I was accustomed to have them trained. You spoiled me, Jeff.'
'You don't need a trainer, Annette.' Jeff smiled as he spoke her name again. 'You need a sadist, capable of contorting the beautiful bodies of your female slaves into grotesque deformities. And for what purpose? For the sole purpose of insuring your status of being the most desirable looking woman in you and your father's slavedom.'
Annette was furious at Jeff's remarks. She looked at the smaller of the three slaves. 'Slave! Stand here, in front of the car, and remove your cloak!' Annette spoke, pointing to the ground beside her.
The slave moved forward and stopped on the spot commanded of her. She quickly removed her cloak and let it slip to the ground around her spread feet.
Turning to one of the male slaves Annette commanded, 'Turn on the car head lights so that our, former trainer, can fully appreciate, my latest work.'
Jeff looked at the extremely modified body of the female slave now illuminated by the car's lights in front of him. The woman wore a leather face mask, hiding her features but otherwise the rest of her body was devoid of clothing.
Looking at her masked face Jeff could see that her tongue had been pulled through a large slit in the hollow ball clenched tightly between her teeth and then pierced with a ring, preventing the tongue from being drawn back into the mouth. Saliva drooled from the woman's open mouth and dripped off the chin of her leather mask.
Her breasts had been severely banded. Jeff had used several types of banding before, but not to this extreme. Normally, a wide leather strap was secured around the base of the breast and locked tightly in place. The leather bands were soaked in an oil and as the leather slowly dried the bands shrank over a period of days, causing the skin on the breast to stretch, and the bulging end of the breast to inflate from the pressure of the band.
However, banding was not the right word for what had been done to this woman's breasts. A better word would have been 'tubed'.
Jeff thought about the continuous, unrelenting pain involved in getting this woman's breasts to this point. It must have taken months of constantly increasing the widths of the breast bands to form their present elongated state. Now dry, the 12-inch wide bands on each breast looked like tubes growing from her chest. At the bottom end of the tubes, swinging in tandem, were what looked like small water balloons that swung at the level of her waist. Additional leather bands had been applied to her now 3-inch long nipples, causing the same effect, only on a smaller scale.
Looking between the woman's legs Jeff could see a thick dildo exiting her cunt and entering her ass, leaving only the loop of the dildo hanging between the woman's spread legs.
'Come here Jeff,' Annette said. 'I want you to see the best part of my alteration to this slave.'
Jeff followed Annette to the side of the woman's tortured body. 'Spread your legs so that we can see your cunt, slave!' Annette commanded. 'Go ahead Jeff, take a close look at her cunt. I actually had it surgically done. It took three months just to heal!'
Looking between the woman's legs, Jeff could see that the thick dildo had been permanently stitched into the skin of the woman's inner cunt walls.
'The dildo was custom made,' Annette spoke as Jeff reached between the slave's legs to examine the surgeons work. 'The dildo is 14-inches long with a small tube inside. The tube runs from the head of the dildo, that's in her ass, to inside her pee hole. I had it sealed in her urethra so it wouldn't come out. Now she fucks and pisses like a man, a man with a very long thick cock that is. She was so beautiful, Jeff. You should have seen her before this!'
Jeff reached up and tugged at the end of the cock sticking in the woman's ass. As he pulled harder and harder the cock finally popped from the woman's ass revealing the large ball that had held it securely in side the woman's ass ring. Jeff heard the slave moan as the long heavy cock swung freely and hung down past her knees.
Jeff stood and looked at Annette. 'She'll die from infection by what you've done, then what good will she be to you or your father?' Jeff asked.
'Yes, she will die,' Annette answered. 'But very slowly I hope! I have a great many things planned for her before that happens.'
Jeff looked at Annette and asked, 'Why? What did she do that you want to torture her in this form?'
'Have you ever wondered, Jeff, why I gave you your freedom?' Annette spoke as she returned Jeff's gaze. 'Have you ever known of any slave to have been given his freedom? Especially a very valuable trainer!'
Jeff remained silent. Annette's question was the same question he had asked himself, every day of his suddenly acquired freedom.
'My father was your first master,' Annette said. 'Do you know how you became his slave?'
Jeff knew how, but answered Annette in only silence.
'I know what you were told, that your parents sold you to my father,' Annette continued, not waiting for an answer from Jeff. 'It's not true, you know. Your parents didn't sell you, at least not willingly.'
Jeff turned and looked accusingly into those cold eyes, trying to see weather there was truth behind them, or just the usual lies.
'Your father was a Finder,' Annette began. 'He was paid by the masters, mostly my father and his friends, to find and secure slaves. Runaways, kidnaps, abandons and sometimes specific orders. The masters paid your father, and your father supplied the flesh.' Annette paused and said, 'You didn't know that? Of course not, how would you were too young!'
'Anyway,' Annette continued as she walked slowly around Jeff watching him as she spoke, 'My father paid your dad front money, to obtain a particular teenage girl that had snubbed him, somewhere, probably a restaurant and your dad accepted the contract and the bounty in advance.'
Jeff was now turning his head to follow Annette as she continued her slow walk around him.
'It took your father a while,' Annette continued having Jeff's full attention, 'But he finally snatched the girl and took her to his safe place.'
Annette stopped in front of Jeff and stared up into his eyes as she continued. 'There are only two rules that a FINDER lives by. One, you never, ever let the flesh escape, and two, you never let it see your face. Weather he let her go, or she escaped, doesn't really matter. The flesh gave the police your father's description and my dad ordered your mother and father eliminated to avoid any link, back to him or the other masters.'
Jeff stood trembling with rage as he recalled that last day with his mother and father. 'My mother and father sold me,' Jeff replied in a calm voice. 'I was there when they gave me to your father's men. Your story's bullshit! I don't believe a word of it!'
'Your mother and father weren't given a choice,' Annette answered. 'The men you saw in your house where there to insure the permanent silence of your parents and to collect flesh, already paid for.'
'I was told by my mother to 'Go with these men, you belong to the master now,'' Jeff said.
'Of course!' Annette replied. 'Your parents knew their own fate. What would you expect them to tell a 10- year-old boy?' Annette asked. 'My father gave the men orders that you were to be taken in exchange for the bounty and your parents were to be terminated.'
Jeff was silent as he remembered sitting in the car in front of his house and hearing several loud bangs.
'That brings us back to the question of why you were given your freedom,' Annette continued. 'As it happens, Jeff, your mother didn't die. When the police arrived, only your father's body was found inside the house. Master was furious when he learned that your mother was missing. He vowed, and made the entire family swear, that some day, your mother, would be his slave, no matter what it cost.'
Jeff was all mixed up. Could it be that the reason he had hated his parents for all these years, was based in lies? 'What has any of this, to do with my freedom?' Jeff asked and added, 'Not that I believe a word of it, Annette!'
'The reason that you are not a slave today, was that your mother made a deal to exchanged herself, for your freedom.' Annette stopped and stared at Jeff's face, loving the confused look in his eyes. 'When I told my father of your mothers offer, I thought he was going to have me whipped for not accepting the her conditions immediately. In no uncertain terms, the Grand Master ordered me to 'Get the woman or become a slave myself,' and the Grand Master does not joke.'
'Do you really think I believe you have my mother, and that she's alive, and that she sacrificed herself so that I could be free?'
