Penny Taylor was a gorgeous woman. She was sitting on a thick maroon rug facing a large stone
fireplace, a dreamy, far-away look in her eyes. Her hair was a rich lustrous auburn, almost a rusty
red. It shimmered in the light of the fire. There were innocent clusters of freckles on the backs
of each of her shapely shoulders. Her skin was smooth and a wonderfully deep tan. Her arms were
long and well muscled. Her hips were womanly without being overly wide. Her behind was firm and
beautifully rounded. At the moment, she was sitting up, her body positioned over her feet, knees on
the floor spread to the sides. She had very shapely hands with long aristocratic fingers. Her
fingers were intertwined, her hands together resting at the base of her spine just above that
fabulous ass. Miss Taylor's wrists were bound together with a set of tight, fur-lined cuffs. Her
new Mistress was sitting in a large chair next to her, studying some papers. Absently she reached
out a hand and ran it through Penny's luxurious hair. She gently rubbed Penny's ear and played her
fingers over the strap that held the gag in place. The hand withdrew to turn a page. The touch of
the hand brought Penny back to the here and now. Tears formed in the corners of her pretty green
eyes and trickled down her cheeks, over the leather strap of the gag, under her chin where they met
and formed a single tiny rivulet which slowly made its way down her lovely throat and between the
generous, proudly standing breasts. There were little freckles dotted around each luscious globe.
The nipples and areolas were of a darker shade that matched her skin tones well. One of her small
round nipples was erect, the skin of the areola surrounding it tight and crinkled. The other nipple
was clamped into a painfully tight little clip which the delivering agent had put there for
display. He was from the old school and believed a slave should always be delivered in gag, cuff,
and nipple clamp. Especially a slave of this value. The tears continued their downward trek across
her flat, supple belly, filling her navel and following the line of almost invisible hair to her
pubic mound. There the tears were swallowed up by the full pubic bush which was of the same
exquisite color as the hair on her head. The lady in the chair, having read something which struck
her interest, reached down between Penny's legs and ran her fingers through her pussy. She became
aware of the dampness of the tears and looked into the young redhead's face and smiled. Then she
looked back down and reaching between the large lips, brought her fingers up into her clit and cunt
and rubbed in a gentle circular pattern. Penny sucked in a deep breath through her nose and began
to tremble. Sure enough, her pussy moistened in an incredibly short time and was soon quite wet.
The lady removed her hand, now slick with love juices, and used it to lift Penny's chin so that
they were looking into each others eyes. "You are a hot little number, aren't you," she said with a
vaguely Italian accent. With the gag in her mouth, she couldn't speak. But she had learned one
always answered one's owner. Penny nodded her head, her tears flowing even more freely. The lady
sat back and put down the papers. She pursed her lips and looked at the agent. "The old bastard is
certainly asking a great sum for a girl who isn't fully trained. He can't fool me by working
through an intermediary." The agent, who was sitting across from her, smiled. The Mistress
continued, "I can't help but wonder if I'm getting fleeced here." "I don't believe you're looking
at this properly," he answered with a thick British accent. "Had you custom ordered a girl of this
magnificence you'd probably have paid at least three times as much." The Mistress had to give him
that. "And," he continued," you won't have to untrain and then retrain her to suit your personal
preferences--you train her only once." The Mistress gave him that, too. "Besides," he said reaching
over and turning her head, "how often do you come across a property this exquisite." He motioned
for Penny to stand. She did. The had her face toward her Mistress, sideways, backward. He had her
walk across the room and back. "Look at the way she moves, that face, that body." He stood up
himself and removed the gag. "Say hello to your new Mistress." "Hello Mistress." Her voice was as
lovely as the rest of her. It was sexy and very feminine and trembled only slightly. "And smell
your hand, if you'd like a really sensual experience." The Mistress had already done so and
couldn't remember a more enticing aroma. Truth be known she was eager to finish the details of the
purchase and get rid of the agent so that she could be alone with her new slave. She was protesting
mostly for form's sake. It was clear the agent either wouldn't or couldn't do anything to sweeten
the exchange, and since she had no intention of returning the girl . . . "Come with me," she said
rising from her chair, "and we'll take care of the details." She turned to Penny and pointing back
at the spot next to the chair said, "Sit." Penny returned to her waiting position as the other two
left the room. The tears returned as she thought back over the past year and everything that had
led her to this new life. * * * * * It had all seemed so exciting, to have received her Bachelor's
degree in Education at the top of her class from one of the best colleges in the country. She had
the pick of a number of excellent teaching jobs. She had eventually settled on Briar Oaks, a small
private high school with tremendous prestige. It wasn't the highest paid job in the world, but
would open all kinds of doors a few years down the road. Briar Oaks seemed to offer her the best
opportunities for doing something special with her life that would be worthy of her parents.
Besides it had an excellent medical plan and included free rent of a lovely little house just off
campus. That's what had convinced her in the end. The beautiful country cottage on a secluded side
road which connected the campus to a park. It was known as faculty row, since most of the younger
faculty lived there. Eventually, teachers who stayed at Briar Oaks would get married and look for
something bigger or move out for other reasons. But for as long as she wanted, as long as she was
teaching at the school, she could stay rent free. There were a dozen nearly identical houses spread
out over a half mile of faculty row, all out of eye sight and hearing range of each other. Most of
them were nestled well back from the road itself behind trees and shrubs. As soon as she'd seen it,
Penny had fallen in love with the picturesque little house. Then there was the school, rich in
tradition, and itself a lovely place to work. It was built in and around a number of small lakes
and looked more like a country club than a high school. There were dorms on campus for the large
majority of students who lived there. Only a few commuted in from the city. The faculty in her
department seemed quite pleasant and the administration, she was told, left the teachers free to
teach. There was none of that school board interference which made life in the public system so
trying. The students were well above average in intellect and abilities. The school's reputation
drew a great many applicants and only a very few were admitted. Most of the students came from
families that ranged from moderately well off to super rich. A few, a notably gifted few, with
super I.Q.'s and tremendous potential, were admitted on scholarship. The school let them in on
either a reduced or waived tuition since it was these geniuses who made the school's reputation in
the first place. There was a warm collegial atmosphere all around, unless you were bothered by the
ego factors associated with a tightly packed group of underpaid faculty interacting with spoiled
rich kids and super intelligent weirdo's. Penny Taylor moved into her new home directly from her
college dorm. The day after college graduation she and a couple of friends packed her belongings
into a rented trailer and drove straight through so that she would arrive the next day. They traded
off driving and helped her unpack and settle in. After a couple days of sightseeing and partying
they left with tearful goodbyes, promising faithfully that they would stay in touch. They didn't.
Penny spent the summer working on her classes and getting to know the city, the campus, and the few
students and faculty who were taking or teaching summer courses. That's when she first met Randall
Locke. Randall was one of the really intelligent students but unlike many of the others he seemed
quite normal. He also came across as quite a bit more sophisticated than the average Briar Oaks
student. Penny chalked this up to his coming from a poor family and being more street wise. She met
him in the school library a couple of weeks after she moved in. She had made an appointment to ask
the school librarian some questions about the collection and he had promised to take her on a tour.
Unfortunately, the day she was supposed to get her tour, the library received several new shipments
of books which had to be cataloged. 'Would it be all right if we did the tour later?' Penny had no
problem waiting, but just then this handsome young man, who had been watching and listening from a
near by table, stepped up and volunteered to help the pretty young new teacher in distress. "My
name is Randall," he said. "I'd be more than happy to give you a tour of the library." The
librarian added, "Mr. Locke is one of our brightest minds and I'm sure can answer most of your
questions. Just let me know tomorrow if there is anything you still need." And with smiles all
around, the librarian went back to his stacks and Randall escorted the new teacher through the
library. "You didn't ask my name," she said. "You're Miss Taylor. Miss penelope Francis Taylor
known to your friends as Penny. You just graduated Summa cum Laude from . . ." Penny interrupted,
"Pardon me, but how do you know all this about me?" He looked at her and grinned, "Computers.
Nothing is secret anymore if you know how to work through the net." "But why, did you look up my
information in the first place?" "I'm thinking of taking a class from you in the fall. I didn't
know anything about you and wanted to find out. I hope I didn't offend." His manner seemed sincere
enough.

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 "Not at all," penny lied. "Actually I'm flattered," which was true. "I was just curious how
you knew so much." But what Penny didn't know about him was that he had already developed an
unusual strategy for gaining power over young women and was seriously thinking about trying it out
on her. * * * * * When Penny was a high school honor student herself, Randall Locke was just
entering his teens. His parents had died in a car accident when he was quite young. He didn't
remember them. All he remembered was a drunken aunt and her succession of abusive boyfriends. He
learned early to make himself scarce. As long as he did, no one seemed to know or care where he was
or what he was doing. What he did most days, from the time he was old enough to wander off on his
own, was to hang out at a local video arcade. He made friends with the owner who was a computer
jock. The owner would spend his days keeping his arcade machines in good repair and writing
computer programs. Before he had left elementary school, Randall had learned a variety of computer
languages and the owner would even let him help write some of the simpler programs. He gave the boy
an old computer as a graduation present. Randall smuggled it into the basement of his house and hid
it so that his mother's latest sex partner wouldn't steal it to pawn. He was soon a legitimate
computer prodigy and an accomplished hacker. In the course of hacking he had broken into some
rather impressive computer systems including an international monetary exchange, a foreign military
alliance, several federal agencies, and a rather obscure little network which turned out to be
hooked to a large and powerful white slave organization known as the Mart. Like any business, the
Mart had to keep records--customer lists, addresses, phone numbers, product descriptions,
inventory, staff, facilities, etc. With the advent of modern technology the Mart had computerized.
And along with computers they had hired hackers of their own to run the system and to insure
security. So when security was breached, an incredibly rare event in itself, a number of automatic
systems went into effect. One of these was able to tell the Mart's hackers exactly where the
intruder was calling from. Even as young Randall was reading through a bunch of fascinating sales
flyers describing beautiful young women who had been abducted and trained as sex slaves, his home
phone and address were located and the decision made to have him quietly eliminated. The order went
out to a semi-retired master who lived in the area. Master Eugene was in his mid 50's and lived in
a modest little mansion on the edge of town. His home was not far from the Briar Oaks campus, in
fact. He was told to scope out the address of the hacker, positively identify the individual, and
then order up the agents who would do the wet work. Once he discovered Randall was just a brilliant
teenager, he decided to try something else first. He wrote a letter of invitation and had a company
hacker download it into Randall's system. If the boy ignored the letter Master Eugene would have
him downloaded into a three by seven foot hole in the ground. If the boy responded, however . . .
well, he would wait and see. A week later, Randall Locke showed up for dinner at Master Eugene's
mansion and was greeted by a comely young woman wearing nothing but a collar with her name on it
and wrist and ankle cuffs. Over dinner, which had been served by another beautiful and taller girl,
similarly attired, Master Eugene decided that Randall was highly sophisticated for his age,
possessed no ethical or moral restrictions to speak of, and was a horny little bastard. After
dinner there was coffee and dessert in the den. Master Eugene went ahead and told him a little
about the Mart and gauged his responses. He warned him about the need for absolute secrecy and the
penalties for betraying that secrecy. Then the Master casually asked if he might be interested in
becoming involved. He suggested, Randall, could help with computer work for awhile and eventually
when he was older, who knows. He would even be paid for his computer work. Randall accepted
eagerly. Master Eugene fixed Randall with a cold stare, "Absolute secrecy and no second chances. It
might interest you to know the Mart had a contract out on your life, just for reading their files.
I arranged to have it put on hold. You do anything to screw it up, you embarrass me, and the hold
is off." Randall wasn't even fazed--he had no intention of screwing up. 'We'll see,' the Master
thought to himself. But for now. . .,' and then he said aloud, "This calls for a celebration." And
then raising his voice he called out, "Girls!" * * * * * Master Eugene and Randall were seated on a
sofa as three girls arrived and assembled themselves before them. All three had light brown hair
and great bodies. Master Eugene introduced them: "This is Carolena," he indicated the girl who and
met him at the door. Carolena was five foot six with a thin athletic build. She was well muscled
but very feminine. Her breasts were large and quite round. She had the prettiest face of the three
with very full sensuous lips. Randall noticed while all three girls had the same shade of light
brown hair, Carolena's pubic hair was darker than the other two. "Carolena is twenty-three and used
to be a waitress. One night at dinner I complimented her on her looks. I'm afraid she wasn't very
nice and I thought she needed some lessons in manners." Carolena lowered her eyes and looked
embarrassed. "That's O.K. dear, it was long ago and long forgiven." She looked back up and
brightened. "She's given me excellent service ever since. Haven't you dear?" "Yes, Master." Her
voice was young and sexy and enthusiastic. "This is Victoria," he indicated the girl in the middle
who had done most of the serving during dinner. She was the tallest of the three, perhaps
five-eleven, and had very large breasts on a thin frame. Her nipples were long as well. Her face
was nice with large eyes and a very wide mouth. She had long, long legs and very white skin.
"Victoria is only twenty and adopted so to speak. She was originally picked up in Canada. She was
studying to become a dancer, weren't you dear?" "Yes, Master." Her voice was high and very sweet.
"A customer ordered her through the free lancer who recruited her himself and botched her training.
Then there was a falling out with the customer that threatened to go public, so the Mart sent me to
find out what the hell was going on." He fixed Randall with a cold stare. "Once I did, I arranged
for an agent who quietly liquidated them both." Randall didn't flinch and the Master turned his
attention back to Victoria and continued. "There were three girls and I didn't have the heart to
have them put to sleep. But I couldn't exactly turn them loose either. So at my own expense I
brought them back here where I retrained them. That was about a year ago. I've since sold the other
two--at a profit actually. But Victoria was my favorite so I kept her." Victoria was obviously
pleased with the compliment. "Now Alexia has been with me for years," he said beaming at her. "You
just turned twenty-nine, didn't you, dear? "Thirty-three, Master," she replied with pleasure.
Alexia had a deep and sultry voice with what Randall took to be an English accent and she dimpled
when she smiled. Master Eugene winked at Randall. Alexia could have easily passed for her mid to
late twenties. She was five-eight and had a rounder and more womanly body than the other two. Her
breasts were not quite so large but they were very shapely and her nipples were large and pink. Her
pubic hair grew very short or it had been trimmed. But most of all, there was something about her
face, something in her eyes perhaps that men found tremendously attractive. "Before I retired, I
worked for many years as the training- master of a South African gentleman. The job paid quite
handsomely as you can tell by my retirement arrangements. Benefits of a job which might eventually
be yours if you can keep your mouth shut. . . ." Randall looked around the luxurious room, looked
back at the three girls who were standing patiently waiting on their Master's pleasure, and smiled.
He certainly would keep his mouth shut. ". . . Alexia was one of the girls I trained while in his
employ," Master Eugene was saying. "She was an Australian nurse, right out of school and out to see
the world. Putting in some volunteer time at a local clinic. Then she came to the owner's
attention. When I retired a few years back I was entitled to take one personal slave with me. I
took Alexia. The prettiest slave in the stable." The Master smiled at her and she beamed back. Then
he turned to Randall and said, "Girls, this is Mr. Locke. Don't let his youth fool you. This little
genius managed to shake up the entire Mart by breaking into their computer records. Now he has
decided to join the organization and I think we ought to give him a proper welcome." The three
slaves observed Randall with curiosity and respect. "Randall," the Master said, "Which one do you
like the best?" Randall's eyes went big. He could guess what was coming. He stared at the three
girls. Alexia was beautiful, but she was so old. Victoria was the youngest, but she was so tall, an
inch taller than Randall. Carolena was only a little older than Victoria and she was so pretty. He
picked her. Master Eugene stood up smiling. "Randall," he said, "one of the obligations of a good
master is to keep his slaves contented. And a slave will only take sexual pleasure at her master's
bidding. I'm afraid I haven't been a very good master lately; I've been too tied up with projects.
I think these poor girls are a more than a little starved for attention." "Ladies," he said turning
to the three slave girls, "why don't you take Mr. Locke to the big bedroom and show him, and
yourselves, a good time. And Carolena, you please take especially good care of our young friend
here. I've got some telephone calls to make and some other work to finish." Then he turned to
Randall and said, Oh, by the way, when do you have to leave to go home." "It doesn't really
matter," he replied grinning. "Nobody cares. My aunt probably thinks I'm staying over with a
friend." "And so you are," replied the Master as he turned and walked out of the room. "And so you
are.

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