With Friends Like These Pt. 03

This is the final part of the "With Friends Like These" story. Thank you to everyone who supported me on this attempt at writing a Loving Wives story. As always, a big thank you to Gamblinluck for creating this universe and CurrentParameter for all his help and suggestions.

Part 3

After stopping by the induction center to have my collar removed, which was one of the most anti-climactic experiences of my life, the three of us celebrated that night. But not before we carefully examined a particular website, called the number at the bottom of the page, and made arrangements for three days for later. Then I told them we were all going to the company the next day and I was going the make some announcements to the entire staff. They asked me what I was going to say, and I just grinned at them innocently. They tried to pry it out of me, but I was steadfast. Finally, they each grabbed one of my arms and dragged me to the bedroom. That's when our celebration truly began. They were relentless in their use of sexual gratification to get me to spill the beans, but, miraculously, I held firm. They fell asleep, trying to affect a believable pout, and failing miserably.

We woke up early, showered separately (we knew we would never leave the house otherwise) and set out for the company. When we entered the building, Janice was waiting for us at the front desk and informed us every employee was present. She put the closed sign up, locked the door, and we all went to the conference room. Standing just inside the door was Brad, holding a stack of envelopes. I asked him to give them to Janice and stepped in front of the assembled group. I was about to start talking when I noticed a large banner at the back saying, "Welcome Back, Mr. Peterson. We have missed you!" I was so choked up I couldn't speak. I was trying to find my voice and clear the tears from eyes, when someone started clapping again. This was joined by everyone in the room, and then they all stood, clapping louder. It was the most touching moment of my life.

Motioning everyone to sit down, I called Cindy and Lisa to come stand beside me. Taking a deep breath, I addressed the group.

"Thank you everybody. You support means the world to me. I know this has been a trying year for everyone, and the fact that you have stood by the company, tried to protect my dream, and persevered through all the changes... I don't know how to thank you all. Having said that, my goals for moving forward are simple. Demonstrate my thanks to all of you, rebuild our reputation and bring the company back to what it once was, and ensure every one of you knows how much you mean to us.

"To that end, I am announcing a few changes. The first order of business is to announce a new Director of Operations. As you know, that duty was covered by my ex-wife..." Someone booed at the mention of Cassie, which elicited laughter from the group. "My sentiments exactly. To rectify that, I am appointing Ms. Lisa Johanson to that role immediately."

Lisa looked at me shocked. I just smiled at her.

"Ms. Johanson was not only instrumental in freeing me, she has served this company selflessly since her hiring and I have no doubt she will help lead us to an even brighter future."

Applause broke out once again, as Lisa thanked me through her tears.

"The next order of business is to reappoint Ms. Janice McDonald as my personal assistant. Many of you know she was unfairly fired by the couple formerly running the company, and that sort of treatment will not be tolerated. I will speak more on that in a minute. But those of you who know Janice, know that she had been with the company since our founding, and you will never find a more pleasant and loyal individual than her."

Janice waved to the crowd as they cheered for her. She had been loved by everyone in the company when she was here. Once it quieted down again, I resumed my speech.

"When I was enslaved, the company had 63 employees. I was present for the hiring of each and every one of you. Brad here, has informed me since I've been gone, those who shan't be named..." There was a lot of giggling at that. "They went on a cleaning spree, and we now have only 48 employees. Not a single person was hired during my absence. I know many of those who were dismissed were friends of yours. I have instructed Brad to reach out to each of them and offer them their jobs back.

"I also want to make a few more announcements. I was awarded full ownership in the company. I don't feel this is right. No one person should have complete control over what we have all built. To that end, I am giving 25% ownership to Ms. Lisa Johanson, and 25% ownership to Ms. Cindy Perkins, both of whom have stood by me and worked tirelessly to restore my name.

"I will keep 25% ownership for myself, and the remaining 25% will be distributed evenly amongst all of you and those wrongfully terminated who choose to return to the company. This is our company. We are a family, and we all have a say."

The noise in the room was deafening. Both Cindy and Lisa stared at me like I had grown a second head. Then they hugged me as hard as they could.

"Everyone here knows Cindy," I began again as the room quieted. "She is my oldest friend, she has done more for this company than anyone, and no one can doubt her abilities in terms of graphics. I am appointing her as Director of the Graphics Department. I doubt anyone has any qualms about that.

"Finally, we have a lot of work to do to regain the trust of the industry and our customers. As my last act as sole owner of the company, the following is being mandated. You will notice Janice is handing out envelopes to each of you. Starting immediately after this meeting, the company will shut down for two weeks. Cindy, Lisa and I have a lot to take care of during that time, so we are giving everyone employed by us a two-week paid vacation. In addition, inside each of those envelopes is a bonus check for each of you for $100,000. This is my way of thanking all of you for sticking by me and protecting my dream to the best of your abilities. Take your families on the vacation you have always dreamed of. Pay off whatever outstanding bills you may have. After we return, Cindy, Lisa and I will be meeting personally with each of you. We want to hear your ideas. We want to know your opinions on how to make our company better. Enjoy the next two weeks, because when we all return, we are going to work our asses off to return Compressed Gaming to our rightful spot as the best gaming company in the world!"

Everyone jumped to their feet clapping and there were hugs, patting on the backs, and general congratulating all around. Each employee came up to us to thank us for our generosity and tell us how excited they were to have us all back. We made sure to let them all know how much we appreciated them sticking it out with us, and the employees departed, most having a cell phone to their ears telling their families to pack up for a well-earned vacation. Brad and Janice were the last to leave. Brad informed me he had everything in the works, and all the contracts and agreements should be ready for me to sign in the next day or so. Janice, being the wonderful woman she was, shooed us out of the building and locked it tight.

Cindy, Lisa and I had one more task to accomplish, and none of us were looking forward to it.

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Walking into my old house was bittersweet. I had loved this house when Cassie and I had it built. Its design was the one thing she gave me full control over. But the memories of what I had endured here were overpowering. I stood in the doorway, almost afraid if I re-entered I would once again find myself chained to one of the four dreaded eyehooks. Cindy and Lisa understood immediately, and hugged me closely.

"Come on, we're right here with you," Cindy said reassuringly.

Stepping into the house was not as difficult with them by my side. I forced myself to remember the good times I had here. I wasn't surprised almost all of those memories included Cindy. I decided the only way was forward, so I gave a tour of the place to Lisa, with Cindy right beside us. I showed her the upstairs, which had a few difficult moments when I showed her my office and saw the cage still standing in the bedroom. Both were shocked when they saw where I had spent most nights during my enslavement. We proceeded to the downstairs, and only the kitchen was difficult for me when I saw the eyehook on the wall by the fridge. Then we moved to basement, and I almost had a heart attack.

When the house was built, the basement had been made into a deluxe home theater room. It had multiple rows of comfortable seating, and 98 inch ultra high definition TV with speakers wired throughout room. None of that was there anymore. I knew Jim and Cassie had been doing some renovation to the house, it was hard not to notice the sound of the workers. But every time workers had been present for that first month, I had been ball-gagged and kept restrained in my cage in the bedroom. What they had done to the basement during that time, sickened me.

In place of my relaxing theater, the basement had been transformed into some sort of BDSM dungeon. Bondage devices were scattered throughout. All manner of pain inducing instruments hung from the wall. Whips, paddles, canes, floggers, you name it, they were there. Along one wall was a set of drawers with labels on each. At least three were labeled "DILDOS", and two more were labeled "BUTT PLUGS". Other drawers had labels such as "CLAMPS", "GAGS", "ROPES", "SHACKELS" and "CHASTITY DEVICES". The most frightening to me was the large drawer that was simply labeled "MATT". I walked over and opened it. Inside was a collection of enormous sex toys, what appeared to be cock cages with studs on the inside to maximize pain when aroused, iron shackles, and every type of gag you can imagine. I realized Jim and Cassie were prepared for me if I ever stood up to them. This would have been my future if I had chosen the "unbearable route". I was about to run screaming out of the house, when I heard Cindy starting to laugh. Flabbergasted, I turned to her with fear in my eyes. Before I could speak, she started to apologize.

"I'm sorry, Matt. I'm not making light of what you went through. But you have to admit, this is so over the top. It seems like something out of a bad porno. I mean, really, what sort of people think they would ever use this. This whole place looks like they were trying to show each other how much more depraved each of them were over the other. But what I'm really laughing at is imagining each of them, bound to one of those devices, restrained and allowing access for each of us to use every single instrument in this room on them."

I had to smile when I imagined that. Then Lisa shocked me.

"I have to admit, a few of these look like fun. Oh, not the pain ones, no desire for that. But can you imagine one of us bound, comfortably though, being blindfolded, and letting the other two touch and lick you all over? All the while being helpless to move or stop it? I admit, it's making me a little wet thinking about it."

Cindy and I both laughed then. It felt good to laugh, especially in what used to be my home. These two amazing ladies had removed all my fears of my house in an instant. My old home was scary anymore. Cindy was right. It was more like a parody of a bad porno now. And to be honest, imagining Cindy, Lisa or myself tied up to one of those devices, while the other two did everything in their power to sexually please the bound one, made me harder than a steel girder.

"You little bondage slut," Cindy teased a blushing Lisa. Then she turned to me. "Want to give Lisa a thrill and try one out?"

I hadn't even started to reply when clothes started flying. Being the most experienced, I quickly found a set of padded wrist and ankle manacles and a blindfold. Securing Lisa to the bondage frame, making sure she was a comfortable as possible, I slid the blindfold over her eyes and told her all she had to do was say stop at any time. She just smiled at me and told me "Not likely". Stepping back, she looked amazing. Arms and legs spread, nipples so hard they could cut glass, and juices starting to run down her thighs. Cindy was in a similar state, and she quickly moved to Lisa and kissed her passionately. I stood behind Lisa and rubbed against her, while Cindy mimicked me from the front. We spent the first few minutes just letting our hands massage every part of her. Based on the moaning and writhing Lisa did, she enjoyed it. We then started kissing her all over, letting our tongues run up and down her body. When Cindy knelt in front of her and began to gently lick her clit, Lisa exploded in powerful orgasm.

Not to be outdone, I immediately plunged into her extremely wet vagina, slowly moving in and out. The noises coming from Lisa could only be described as guttural. Cindy moved to her breasts and began to alternate sucking each nipple. Lisa's cries of pleasure could have woken the dead. I increased my pace at her pleading, and soon was thrusting with all I had. As she was about to hit an even more powerful orgasm, Cindy stood and kissed her with a ferocity that defied words. Lisa's pussy clamped down on my cock with an intensity I had never felt, and I exploded into her as she squirted so much fluid I was afraid the basement may flood. I was slowly withdrawing from her, both of us breathing heavily trying to recover, when Cindy dropped to her knees and began to lap up the combination of semen and vaginal fluids spilling out of Lisa. This drove Lisa to a third orgasm spraying Cindy's face. Finally, Lisa caught her breath enough to cry out, "Stop! Stop! I'm going to pass out!", before she broke into a fit of laughter.

We carefully removed the bindings from her and helped her down to the floor. She laid there panting and laughing. When she had enough control to speak again, she looked at both of us.

"Holy fucking shit! That was the most incredible thing I have ever felt. I have never cum like that in my life! Fuck, that was good!"

Cindy and I laid next to her, holding her as she trembled in post orgasmic bliss. We were both kissing her when Cindy sat up.

"No fucking shit. I've never seen you squirt before. Jesus, was it that good?"

"Cindy, you have no idea. I don't think I have ever squirted. I didn't think I could. But being restrained, while you two did everything you could to pleasure me. It was so intense! Fuck, fuck, fuck. I can't stop shaking. Cindy, you have to try it." She started giggling again as she looked at my crotch. "And Matt seems to be up for another round."

I was amazed at the speed Cindy jumped up and started putting the shackles on. She stood in front of the bondage frame and anxiously shifted from foot to foot.

"Well, is anyone going to secure me?"

Lisa and I smiled at each other and jumped up to grant Cindy's request.

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We had only planned to pick up a few of my belongings and see what we needed to do to put my house on the market, then return to Cindy's place. Instead, we ended up spending the night and the entire next day at my old place. We avoided the master bedroom, no one wanted the reminder of the cage in there, and slept in one of the guest rooms. But we spent the most time in the dungeon. We tried various devices, but none of us had any desire to play with pain inflicting devices. We loved the feeling of being restrained, but the idea of hurting each other, even in play, was an immediate turnoff. With one exception. Cindy was eager to try the nipple clamps on herself. She told us she had always had extremely sensitive nipples and the idea of them was too enticing. She absolutely loved them. She chose a rubber pair that vibrated, but did not pinch too much. Lisa teased her she would have to take them off eventually and Cindy pouted.

This wasn't BDSM to us. It was the pleasure of trusting each other so much that we could get lost being immobile, knowing the other two are doing everything they could to satisfy. There was no pain, humiliation, fear, or dominance and subservience. It was so different than any of the experimentation Cassie and I had done. We wanted the bound partner to be in the moment of stimulation with no need to reciprocate. We even took a few ropes up to the bedroom we were sharing so we could all lie comfortably and take our turns being pleasured. I'm not sure which position I enjoyed more, being the giver or receiver. With the emotional connection the three of us had for each other, anything Cassie and I had done in the past seemed weak and hollow. How had I ever fallen under her spell?

We were sitting in the living room, eating take-out, and trying to work up the energy to grab some things to return to Cindy's place, when Lisa brought up what we had been avoiding for the last thirty-six hours.

"Ok, I'm just going to put it out there, and see what you guys think," she began nervously. "I know we have to pick the shitheads up tomorrow, and we already have a plan to give ourselves a week or two to figure out what to do with them. I also know that Matt has plans to sell this house, and we are going to need to find a bigger place than Cindy's to live and to house them. But... And hear me out on this... What if you didn't sell this place, Matt?"

Cindy and I were paying attention. I wasn't sure I wanted to keep the house. I wasn't scared to be here anymore, but I didn't like the reminders. Still, I wanted to hear Lisa out.

"Here's my thinking," she continued, "those two had taken everything away from you. They took away your freedom, your company, and your home. In many ways, they took away Cindy's home. I know this house has some very bad memories, but you have taken so much back. You took back the company. You did not let the memories of what they did keep you from reclaiming the company you built and loved. Cindy has told me how much you loved both designing and living in this house. This place is just like the company. It is a place you built and loved. I hate the idea of them taking that from you.

"We can get rid of those hooks and that fucking cage. We can reverse the changes they made and return this house to the home you loved. Matt, you have sacrificed so much. You have been treated horribly, abandoned, and watched everything you love disappear from your life. You did not deserve any of that. And at the other end of it all, you then did everything to make it up to the important people in your life who were affected by their actions. Everyone should have been working to return to you what you lost. But you put the needs of the company ahead of your own. You put Cindy and my needs first. I have such anger at those two. I hate them so much for what they put you through. The idea that they chased you out of the home you loved makes me sick to my stomach.

"Have you had fun here the last day and half? Do you still love this house for itself, without the memories? And..." she started to giggle, "don't you think it would be fun to see them in the dungeon for a bit? I saw the gleam in your eyes when Cindy started talking about binding them up to some of the equipment."

She did make a good point. I had loved this house. It had been something that I had a hand in throughout its entire development. Yes, Jim and Cassie had tarnished my feelings for the place, but Lisa and Cindy had done everything over the last day and half to polish that tarnish off. I had not thought of the bad memories while we had been there. I had enjoyed my time here. Listening to Lisa, I realized I had been sad about selling the place. I didn't want to. She was right. I didn't abandon the company because of them. Why would I give up my home? I turned to Cindy and saw she was thinking hard about what Lisa stated.

"Cindy, what do you think?" I asked tentatively.

She sat in thought for a moment more, then said, "I was so worried when we brought you back here. I hated that they had taken something you loved and turned it into a place you feared. But I have had a lot of fun here the last thirty-six hours. I started to remember the parties you had here, the nights we sat up in your office trying to fix some obscure bit of code. I always loved coming here, and I've started to feel that way again. You can get rid of the bullshit they put in, and you can turn it back into your home."

I smiled at them. "No. WE can turn it back into OUR home."

We spent the rest of the evening talking about what changes we wanted to reverse, and what new changes Cindy and Lisa may want to pursue in the house. Before we started preparing for bed, Cindy stated she and Lisa needed to go back to her place a pack a few bags with enough clothes and toiletries for a week way. She told me to stay here and pack as well, reminding me to make sure I found my passport. We asked her what was up, but she was as tight lipped as I was about the speech I gave to the company. She told us it was a surprise and to just wait. Giving her the benefit of the doubt, I went to pack.

I finished packing quickly, and found myself alone in the house. I discovered I was comfortable there. I thought being alone would be difficult, but without Cassie or Jim there, it felt like home again. I did miss Cindy and Lisa, why does it take women so long to pack? But I knew I would see them soon, so I just enjoyed the peace. But boredom set in, and I went to my computer to play around with an idea I had for a new program. Four hours later, I was fully engrossed in developing, I didn't even notice they had returned. They almost gave me a heart attack when they snuck up behind me, and both hugged me while kissing my neck. I quickly shut down the program I was working on and pulled both of them to the bedroom. After another night of trying to out please the other partners, we fell asleep exhausted, excited, and completely at ease with one another.

Our new lives would finally begin in the morning.

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The next morning, we got up early and Lisa and I had our first of many surprises for that day. Once we ate and got dressed, Lisa and I grabbed the luggage we had packed and headed for the garage. We were going to need a large vehicle for our day. Cindy stopped us and told us to bring it out front. Baffled, we followed her orders and were shocked to see a stretch limo waiting for us. Turning to Cindy, she smiled at us.

"Hey, we have a three-hour drive ahead us after we pick them up. May as well be comfortable."

Lisa and I grinned and brought the luggage to the trunk. Our driver, a very nice man named Chad, greeted us and held the rear door open. He shut the door, loaded our bags, and drove us to our first stop, the Austin Induction Center. Here we would pick up our newest pieces of property. Chuck told us he would keep the car running and the air conditioning on, and we should take our time. We thanked him, Lisa grabbed the small gym bag she had kept by her feet, and we piled out.

We walked into the induction center, and I presented my ID and a copy of my slave owner's license, along with the licenses of Lisa and Cindy. I asked the clerk if they could be registered as co-owners, and she told me it would not be a problem. We took a seat and fifteen minutes later we heard a familiar voice, crying and wailing, from back in the building. Smiling at each other, we stood up and went to the office before the clerk had a chance to call our name. She grinned as she opened the door, and we went in. The attendant behind the desk came around and shook our hands, as we heard the sharp sound of a strap hitting flesh. Followed immediately by a loud scream and a lot of cursing. I'm not ashamed of the joy I felt as I recognized the voice.

"Good luck with this bitch," the attendant stated. "She has been a pain in the ass since she got here. I can't think of any slave we've strapped more in the last six months. It's like she just can't learn."

We watched as Cassie was led into the office from the back door, naked, shackled, and being pulled by her left nipple. Her eyes were shooting daggers at the guard leading her, but he ignored her completely. I thought she had looked disheveled at the trial. Now she looked like she had aged ten years in the three days since I had last seen her. Gone was any trace of make-up, her hair was a tangled mess, and her eyes were bloodshot and sunken in. When she saw me, she brightened up and all her sociopathic tendencies went into high gear.

"Oh Matt, I'm so glad to see you! You wouldn't believe what they have put me through in here. Please tell me you believe me that I was forced to do everything I did. I love you and would never willingly hurt you... Ow! Fuck! Stop hitting me, asshole!" she started immediately, being cut off by the guard using the leather strap on her ass as she kept talking.

I had to laugh out loud at the audacity of this women. She had conned me, threatened to torture me, destroyed my good name, and placed me in the exact position she was now in, and she had the nerve to say I wouldn't believe what SHE had been through? Fuck her! Any doubts I had about what Cindy, Lisa and I had planned for them was burned away in that instance.

"Cassie, shut up," I said calmly. "Kneel over on that mat like you're supposed to and keep quiet while we finish up here."

She was shocked into silence by my words. This wasn't the way she had planned things. She had believed she could quickly put me under her thumb again, and even though she would be wearing the collar, she would be in charge again. Unfortunately for her, that was not the reality. The guard moved her to the mat, and firmly forced her into a kneeling position. Lisa wandered over to stand in front of her and just stared at her. Cassie was the first to drop her eyes, which caused Lisa to smile happily.

"Cassie," she stated coldly, "and I call you Cassie because you don't deserve to ever use a surname again, especially Matt's, I have waited four months to tell you this. You were a shitty boss, and an even shittier person. You treated all of us at the company like we were nothing more than slaves ourselves. But I understand. To you that's just business. There are a lot of bosses in the world just like you. But we all stayed. We stayed because we believed in what Matt was trying to do with the company. We saw how he cared for each of us. We were willing to put up with your shit because of him. I could almost forgive you for the way you treated us.

"But I will never forgive you for what you did to Matt. I will never forgive you for trying to break the best man I have ever known." As soon as she said the last word, her hand lashed out lightening fast and slapped Cassie hard across the cheek. Cassie was too stunned to say a word.

"Good, you do know when to keep your mouth shut. Keep doing that and I won't slap you again. And before you get any smart ideas, Cindy and I are your co-owners with Matt. In about five minutes I will have control over your collar too. And I've always wanted to see what full shock does. Now spread those knees out wide like a good slave."

Cassie cried as she spread her legs wider, removing any illusions of modesty she may have. Lisa came back to stand beside me and Cindy.

I leaned into her and whispered, "Feel better?"

"You have no fucking idea."

Cindy had been trying to control her laughter through the entire scene but lost that battle as soon as the back door opened again. A guard brought Jim into the office, being led by his penis. Jim tried to assume an air of dignity, but his bloodshot eyes, and the clear lines of dried tears on his cheeks made that impossible. Jim's poor appearance, however, was not what sent Cincy into her laughing fit.

"Oh my God! That's what he has been bragging about to all the girls at the company?" she exclaimed pointing to his penis. "He's hit on just about every woman there, bragging about how he could give them the best night of their life, and THAT'S what he thought would do it?"

Lisa almost had to hold her up she was laughing so hard. I glanced at Jim's cock. I had heard the term "micro-penis" before, and while it wasn't quite that small, it wasn't much bigger. I realized that with all the sexual acts I had seen Jim and Cassie perform, he had always taken precautions to have Cassie in front of him. I had thought at the time it was to make sure I watched her face while they fucked, but I could see now, he was embarrassed by his dick. No wonder Cassie didn't mind taking him up the ass, she probably never even felt it.

Cassie, however, seemed to think this could be a way back to my heart.

"See Matt, Jim could never satisfy me like you did. He forced me to do all those..."

"Bitch, shut the hell up!" Cindy yelled at her. All the laughter had left Cindy's face now. "For almost nine years I have had to listen to your bullshit. For almost nine years I have watched you manipulate, scheme, and use people as you see fit. No one here is going to buy your bullshit any longer, so for the love of God, just shut up!"

I knew the hatred and anger I had towards the two kneeling on the floor. I was starting to see the extent of the hatred and anger Lisa and Cindy had towards them as well. I figured I needed to deescalate the situation a bit. There would always be time for Cindy and Lisa to purge their demons on them later.

"Excuse me, sir," I said addressing the attendant, "does the induction center sell the devox spray?"

Devox spray is another one of those inventions' slavery introduced. It is exactly what it sounds like. Spraying devox into a person's throat freezes up the vocal cords and the sprayed individual is rendered speechless until it either wears off, or it an anti-spray is applied. It became very popular in some slave markets and induction centers for use when slaves became too noisy. The attendant smiled to me as he answered.

"We do sell it here. Both devox and the anti-spray. But I remember you, Mr. Peterson, from when you came through. It was clear you were angry about being enslaved, but you were respectful to all of us at the induction center. You knew we were doing our jobs and never gave us a lick of trouble. I also know what these two are like. This bitch, especially. She just won't shut up. We keep a supply here in the office for when it's needed. I happen to have an extra can of both, and I would be more than happy to give them to you. Consider it a gift, as thanks for how you acted while here, and as an apology for your wrongful enslavement. Here, let me apply the first dose for you."

With that the guard firmly grasped Cassie's head and forced her mouth open. She started to curse and scream at him, but the attendant quickly sprayed her throat and the noises stopped. The look on Cassie's face was priceless as she tried to scream at us and only little "huffs" came out. They repeated the process with Jim, and then the attendant handed me both cans.

"That should keep them both quiet for about six hours, or until you give them the anti-spray."

"Six hours should be plenty. Thank you. And I remember you, too. You were firm, but if we followed the rules we were treated fairly. Knowing you have to deal with people like these, I can understand why you have to be tough. Please know there are no hard feelings."

Cindy and Lisa were giggling hysterically at what had just happened. I think they were getting more enjoyment out of the misery Jim and Cassie were experiencing than I was. We finished up the paperwork, tested our apps on their collars, and shook the hands of the attendant and guards. Lisa dug out some clothes and two pairs of flip-flops from her gym bag and tossed it to the now silent slaves kneeling before us. Cindy and Lisa had not allowed me to see what clothes they chose for Jim and Cassie the night before, but seeing them now, I almost burst my gut laughing. I watched as Jim slid on a pair of tighty-whities that were about two sizes too small. Then he slid a tight, bright yellow, half shirt over his head that had the slogan, "I love my master!" printed in large red letters. And that was the entirety of his ensemble. Cassie was given a pair of panties with "Slut" printed on the ass, and a loose, string top that barely concealed anything. The blouse had the slogan, "Best money can buy" with two arrows pointing at her tits bedazzled into it. They looked ridiculous and I had no idea where Cindy and Lisa had gotten the clothes from. But I loved it.

We walked them out to the waiting limo, and were about to load them in, when Chad pulled us aside. He let us know that the front of the passenger area was designed so it could secure slaves and have them face each other. An added bonus was we could also secure their hands and legs so they could not touch themselves or others. We loved that idea, and I thought of a way to make it better.

"Both of you, strip. Now!" I commanded.

They stared at me, not believing I was going to make them strip naked on the street. When they made no move to comply, I turned to Lisa and asked if she still wanted to see what a full shock would do to them. She smiled and started to pull out her phone. Before she had even opened her purse, Jim and Cassie were naked. I asked Chad if he would secure them, and he happily agreed. Once they were both locked away safely in the back, I thanked Chad and we jumped in the limo. The seat was wide enough that all three of us could sit comfortable next to each other. Chad started driving and we just stared at the two frightened, naked slaves sitting in front of us. Once we hit the interstate, I started to address them.

"We have a long drive ahead of us, so I'm going to explain some things to you. Just like you did to me, Jim, eight months ago. In case you haven't figured it out yet, Cindy, Lisa and I are an item." Cassie's eyes bugged at me in disbelief. Cindy and Lisa just laughed. "Don't look so surprised, Cassie, they have shown me a life I never knew was possible. But to stay on topic, we are an item, and as Lisa told you earlier, they are also your co-owners. That means they have access to your collars. You try anything, and any of us can press a button and you'll have so much electricity flowing out of your collar, you'll be on the ground unconscious, twitching, and pissing yourself in an instant. If you try anything violent with any of us, we'll not only shock the hell out of you, but we'll also make sure you are convicted of assault on a free person. That will at least double your sentence, if not result in chemical castration for Jim as well."

It felt so good to throw Jim's words back at him.

"Oh, also, we have set our apps so if one of you earns a shock, both of you will receive one. Only seems fair. You both seem to want to share everything anyway, why not shocks.

"Now, you may be wondering why you're both naked. I remember when you told me you were each other's 'soulmates' and no one could please either of you like the other could."

I started laughing again. I couldn't help it.

"I'm sorry, but really? Cassie, that tiny dick is what does it for you? Between how loose you must be by now, and how small he is, wasn't fucking him like throwing a hot dog down a hallway? Did either of you ever actually feel anything?"

Jim and Cassie glare at me. Cindy and Lisa were falling over themselves in laughter.

"Still, who am I to judge?" My voice got serious again.

"Jim, you gave me a choice when I first was enslaved. You told me my enslavement could be unpleasant, or it could be unbearable. I'm giving both of you a similar choice. We own you for the next forty years or so. Those forty years can be damn unpleasant, or they can be fucking unbearable. Both of you taught me some valuable lessons. But the most important one I learned is what really hurts a person. I'm not talking about physical pain, but I have a feeling there will be some of that too. I'm talking about what hurts a person down to their soul. What threatens to completely break a person. It's different for everyone, but I think I have found at least one of the methods that will work with you.

"The reason you are both naked is so you can both look at what you will never touch again. You both lusted after each other, both proclaimed how sexy the other was. Now you can look, but you can't touch. You won't even be able to touch yourselves. I want you both to stare at what you have lost. I plan on ensuring you are kept together for your entire enslavement. Able to see the other but never feel their touch on your body again. I want you to have a constant reminder of what your stupidity cost you. I want to make sure you never forget each other. You will always be together, but just out of reach. If you two had the connection you claimed you did, that may be enough to drive you crazy in and of itself.

"I've tried to live a good life. I've tried to be a good, kind person. Even when I was enslaved by you, I just wanted to survive, be released, and never think about either of you ever again. I was hurt by you. I trusted both of you. I thought I had found my best friend. I thought I had found the love of my life. And it was all bullshit. From the first second I met either of you, it was all bullshit. When I found out what you had done to me, I was angry. Angrier than I had ever been. But here's the rub. I wasn't angry at you. I was angry at myself for being so stupid.

"But since my release, I have heard what you tried to do our company. What you both did to our employees. But most importantly, what you did to Cindy and Lisa. Now I am angry again. Now I am angry at you. I have found true love in these two wonderful women. I have opened my eyes to my true best friend, Cindy. Someone who has had my back my whole life. I have found another best friend in Lisa. A woman who stood by someone she barely knew because it was right. And you have hurt both of them!"

Cindy and Lisa were hugging my arms and staring up at me. They could tell I was pissed. But I could also tell they were looking at me with love. Love for what I had just said.

"When I'm around you two stains on humanity, I forget about being a good, kind person. I no longer want to just forget about you. I'm not turning the other cheek anymore. You're both going to pay for the pain you have caused me and my loved ones. You are going to pay for trying to run the company to the ground. You are going to pay for all those loyal employees you have hurt. And we are going to smile and enjoy every second of it.

"What's so stupid about all of this is that you did everything because you wanted more money. You were both richer than most people in the country, but that was not enough. Cassie, you could have just divorced me, and you would have had enough money for both of you to live in luxury for the rest of your lives. But that wasn't enough. Your greed has damned you. Now you will be enslaved for most of your life, and you will have nothing at the end of it.

"We're on our way to a type of resort. We will be leaving you there for about two weeks. Then we are taking you home. Our home. Cindy's, Lisa's and mine. You will live there, but it won't be your home. You will have no home. You will have a prison. So, sit back and enjoy the ride in this lovely limousine. Sit back and look at each other and think about what you could have had, and what you now have. We're going to lower this divider that Chad was so kind to tell us about. Relax and enjoy yourselves. It will be your last chance for a very long time."

Cassie was looking at me with fear and desperation. Jim was glaring at me with pure hatred and malice. And I just smiled and hit the button over my head. They were still staring at me as the divider dropped from the ceiling, cutting off all views our section. I had to giggle as Cindy and Lisa both kissed me on the cheeks and gave a cute little wave "bye" to them as the divider closed.

Cindy and Lisa spun in their seats to look at me.

"Holy fuck, that was hot!" Cindy cried as she kissed me deeply.

Lisa was right there as Cindy broke away. "No shit, I'm a swamp right now. Did you really mean what you said about us? Do you really feel that way?" she asked as she plastered me with kisses.

"I meant every word. I love you both. You are the best friends I could ever have. And knowing the pain they have caused you, nice Matt disappears. I may not always stand up for myself, but fuck with those closest to me, and all bets are off."

Cindy ripped off her shirt and skirt, as Lisa started to undo my pants and pull them around my ankles.

"We have two more hours of driving," Lisa said seductively, "and we are going to fuck your brains out for the entire ride."

I will say this for the two of them, they are honest and they lived up to their word.

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When the ride was close to its completion, Chad came on the intercom to announce we were about fifteen minutes from our destination. From the soft chuckles in his voice, it was apparent he knew what had been happening in the back of his ride. If he could hear us, I'm sure Jim and Cassie had spent the last two hours having to listen to our lovemaking. That made me happy.

We stepped out into the bright Corpus Christi sunlight. Chad pulled our two "guests" out and they stood there naked, trying to figure out what was going on. We were standing in a large circular drive, looking up at a very fancy resort with a large sign that read "Slave Hotel". Cindy handed Chad two $100 bills and told him we would be about two hours and to go get something to eat. I then motioned Jim and Cassie to follow us and entered the lobby.

Jim and Cassie were hilarious to watch. The array of emotions that passed over their faces was just about the funniest thing I had ever seen. Awe at the beauty of the resort, embarrassment over their nudity in such a fancy place, confusion after hearing my speech in the limo and seeing where they would be staying, and fear that this was all a set-up. That last emotion was valid. We walked to the front desk and waited on the receptionist. When it was our turn, we stepped forward and were greeted by a pretty lady who was all smiles. She was so welcoming and cheery, I almost missed the slave collar around her neck.

"Good afternoon, sir. My name is Maria, how can I help you?"

I smiled to her and responded, "Hi, my name is Matt Peterson. We're here to check in our two slaves. Also, we spoke to Mr. Connors, and he told us he would be able to give us a tour of your facilities?"

She started typing on her keyboard while answering me. "Certainly, sir. I see you have a reservation for two slaves... 12 days, checking out on the 16th... A Jim and a Cassie... Oh, I see you have reserved the Special Accommodations Level. Let me just tag them quickly."

She stepped from behind the desk and clipped a black tag to each of their collars. Then she returned to her desk and picked up her phone. After about thirty seconds of talking, she hung up and turned her attention back to us.

"Mr. Connors is just finishing up a meeting and should be down momentarily. Would you like me to have someone show your slaves to their accommodations, or were they going to join you for the tour?"

I looked over to Cindy and Lisa who were grinning like the Cheshire Cat. Both started nodding emphatically. Smiling I turned back to Maria.

"Oh, I think we take them on the tour with us. We're not going to see them for almost two weeks, and we want to spend as much time with them as we can."

Maria smiled back at me. I'm sure she had heard similar statements before.

"Certainly, sir. Please have a seat in our lounge and Mr. Connors will be with you soon. We do ask that, because your slaves are naked, they either remain standing or only sit on the plastic chairs."

I swear her smile as she said that was more of a smirk. I liked her.

"I think they can stand," I replied. "The female has a habit of dripping, and I don't want to leave any snail trails for your staff to have to clean."

I motioned the group to proceed to the lounge and noticed Maria smiling widely at my comment. She was able to deduce what we had in store for them, and she gave me a wink of approval. Lisa and Cindy were doing everything in their power not to laugh. We ordered some cocktails for Lisa, Cindy and I, and I asked for two waters for Jim and Cassie. Hey, I was a bastard, but I wasn't a total asshole. Besides, they probably needed to hydrate.

I noticed Jim try to move closer to Cassie. I felt the need to put a stop to that immediately, but Cindy was way ahead of me. She pulled Cassie to her far side and motioned Jim move to the other side of Lisa.

"Matt told you, no touching each other. Lisa has her phone ready to go and I would hate for that nice lady have to clean up your piss, so behave," she ordered firmly.

Cassie tried to say something, but I guess she forgot she had been devoxed. All we heard were a couple little "huffs". This sent Cindy into giggles again.

"You know," she said as she tried to catch her breath, "I don't think I have ever been around Cassie for this long and not heard her nails-dragging-down-the-chalkboard voice. Matt, do you know if there is any long-term effect of continually devoxing someone?"

Lisa started giggling then as well.

"Maybe we could do some experiments to see what the effects are," Lisa suggested. "You know, for science."

Jim was furious. I could see his eyes start to narrow, he was clenching his fists, and his face was a shade of red I thought was reserved for fire engines.

"Easy, big guy. You don't want to add to your sentence your first day as a slave, do you?" I warned.

He took a few deep breaths, and I saw the reality of his situation start to hit him. I felt like I should feel sorry for him, but I just couldn't. He and Cassie had earned all of this.

Not long after my warning to Jim, a large man in his late 40's approached our group. While he was a very big man, it was obvious he was in great shape. He held out his hand to me and introduced himself.

"Mr. Peterson, I'm Mitch Connors. I own the Slave Hotel and we talked on the phone a few days ago."

"Pleased to meet you, Mr. Connors. Please call me, Matt. Allow me to introduce Cindy Perkins and Lisa Johanson. The slaves are Jim and Cassie," I greeted him back as I shook his hand.

Mr. Connors took Lisa and Cindy's hands by the fingers, and delicately kissed the backs of their hands. Lisa and Cindy blushed wildly. He nodded dismissively to Jim and Cassie.

"It's a pleasure to meet you all, and please call me Mitch. When we talked a few days ago, I must admit, I was intrigued by the story you told me. You also had a few unique requests, and I'm happy to say we should be able to accommodate all of them. But first, and I apologize for this, when I was discussing our conversation with my family yesterday, my son begged me to ask you for your autograph. He's a sophomore at TSU studying computer programming. You're kind of his idol, and if I didn't at least ask, I would never hear the end of it."

I laughed when I heard that. This was a simple request to grant.

"It would be my pleasure. What's your son's name?" Mitch told me it was William. I asked the bartender for a notepad and pen, and quickly provided the autograph. "So, TSU, tell him to say hi to Dr. Burke for me."

Lisa interrupted us then.

"Excuse me, Mitch, but do you know if William is looking for a summer internship for next year?"

"He may be, may I ask why?" Mitch actually looked excited at Lisa's question.

"I'm taking over as Director of Operations at Compressed Gaming, and one of my ideas has been to start an internship program there. Matt can use as many good programmers as he can get. Have William give me a call in a few weeks, and we will see what we can work out. I'll leave my number with the front desk."

"That would be wonderful, Ma'am. Thank you. Now, shall we take the tour? We'll start with the Luxury Accommodations."

Mitch led us through the lobby and out the back door. As we walked, he explained the history of the Slave Hotel and how it operates.

"About ten years ago, I wanted to take the family on a safari in Africa. We were so excited about the idea, but we had a slave named Elizabeth. Liz had been with us for many years, and she was more a part of the family than she was slave. We thought about having one of those international collars put on temporarily, but no one was comfortable with her having an explosive charge around her neck. I know the government says they are safe as long as the slave follows the rules, but that just seemed too extreme for us. We could have boarded her at one of the kennels some of the big slave markets in Houston and Dallas have, but that seemed too cruel for us to do her. Most slaves boarded there are locked in cages, not much bigger than the ones used for large dogs, for 20 hours out of the day and only taken out for short breaks to eat, shower, or use the toilets, such as they are. We couldn't do that to Liz.

"We ended up having a neighbor watch her, but the entire trip I kept thinking there had to be more people like me. I owned this small resort here in Corpus, but it was not really doing good business, so I came up with the idea of the slave hotel. I realized there were probably many like me that needed a break from being an owner every now and then. Maybe they wanted to take a vacation, maybe they had a commitment where having a slave present would not be appropriate, they might want to reward the slave or punish them. So, after a lot of deliberations, my wife and I worked out the plans for a slave hotel. We started out with just the Luxury Accommodations, but quickly expanded to three more... levels if you will. Ahh, here we are at the Luxury Accommodations."

We entered a second building. This building would rival most five-star hotels. He showed us one of the rooms, which I had to admit was impressive. All the modern luxuries expected for an exclusive resort. Jim and Cassie were smiling. It was the first time I had seen them smile since they had been arrested. I knew they would not be smiling soon. Mitch led us out to the pool area and continued to explain the facilities.

"Most of the slaves who are boarded at the Luxury Level are long-time slaves of owners who see them as family. Some are family members the families bought in order to keep them from less desirable owners. Slaves who stay in these accommodations are treated like guests at an all-inclusive resort. Everything is provided for them and is covered by the registration fee. They have access to the pool, our on-site spa, and three gourmet restaurants. This is also the only level where slaves are permitted to imbibe alcohol. Next, we I'll take you to the Basic Accommodations."

We followed Mitch back out of the building to another building close by. This one was not as fancy, nor were the rooms as nice. It had more of the feel of a hotel you find off the interstate. A nice place to spend a night or two when on a road trip.

"Our Basic Level has become one of our most popular options. It doesn't have the amenities you find in the Luxury Level, but it still a comfortable place to board a slave while the owner is away. It caters to the same type of owner as the Luxury Accommodations, but is much more affordable. Most of the slaves boarded here are still considered a part of the family, but their owners either don't have the resources, or don't want the pay for the Luxury Level. Owners can choose a meal plan for their slaves, usually limited to three meals a day, and the slaves have access to their own pool, just not as nice. There are no spa services available at this level, however, owners can book an appointment for an upcharge.

"We'll need to take a cart to get to the next set of accomodations. Please have a seat."

We all got into an extended golf cart, with me up front and Cindy and Lisa sitting behind me. Jim and Cassie sat facing backwards at the rear of the cart. Mitch continued to play tour guide.

"When we first opened there was only the Luxury Level, followed quickly by the Basic Level. But we immediately discovered many owners wanted somewhere to board slaves who, shall we say, were not seen as members of their families. We built these buildings, which houses our last two levels."

The path the cart was following curved around a grove of trees, and we saw two very industrial style buildings hidden from the sight of the rest of the resort. These were not the fancy facilities we toured at first. They both looked like warehouses you find in an industrial section of a metropolitan area.

"We'll start with the Boarding Accommodations."

We walked into the first building and my first instinct of it looking like a warehouse proved to be right on the money. It was a warehouse for people. The inside was laid out like a prison. There were rows of cells, three stories high. Inside most of the cells were one or two slaves. The cells each contained either a bunk bed or a single bed, a toilet and a sink. Most also included a desk and chair bolted to the floors. I almost had to laugh at how much it matched the stereotypical jail cell shown in most of those old prison movies.

"The Boarding Accommodations cater to those owners who see their slaves more as a pet. They don't want to their slaves to be kenneled in a tiny cage, like you see at the slave markets, but they're not looking at providing vacation for their slaves, either. Slaves boarded at this level are kept in their cells for the entirety of their stay, only being let out once every two days for showering. Slaves are provided three meals a day of slave chow. Owners can pay an upcharge for regular food, but it is more in line with what you might see in a military cafeteria. This level is quickly becoming a very popular choice, and I would not be surprised to see it surpass the Basic Level in the next few years. We may have to expand to another building soon.

"We offer three options at the Boarding Level. Owners can choose a single lodging, a double lodging if they have two slaves being boarded, or they can pay a reduced rate and let their single slave be paired up with the slave of another owner. With the third option we don't allow slaves of separate genders to be paired together.

"Finally, let's go show you the Special Accommodations facility where we will be housing your slaves."

Mitch led us out of the Boarding Level and across the lawn to the other industrial building. Cindy tapped me on the shoulder and nodded back to Jim and Cassie. I took a quick glance and felt great pleasure at the worried look on their faces. They had seemed to relax some when we were being shown the Luxury and Basic Levels. However, the Boarding Level had shaken them. Each level had been a drastic step down from the previous, and after seeing the Boarding level their imagination had started to run wild on how bad the Special Accommodations Level would be. I strongly hoped it would surpass their expectations.

"The Special Accommodations Level was originally planned for those slaves who had special needs. Things like mobility problems, issues that demanded special care, and things of that nature. When we first started the Special Accommodations, we were seeing it like a group home or respite home. It is by far our most flexible level. We try to cater to the needs of our clients. We still get some slaves who have special needs, but we quickly found out many owners were wanting other specialized services. The vast majority of slaves housed in the Special Accommodations are placed by owners who wish to have a more... disciplined stay for their slaves. We have many owners who send their slaves here, not to allow the owner a vacation from slave ownership, but rather to punish the slave in ways they don't have the means to."

We walked into a small lobby, very reminiscent of what you might see in a nice clinic's waiting room. On the back wall were two doors to the far left and far right, respectfully. Mitch greeted the woman behind the desk, and I noticed she was also wearing a collar. Waiting in front of the right side door was a slave in a wheelchair and what appeared to be an orderly. Waiting in front of the left-side door, however, were four slaves chained together by their collars. A rather tough looking man dressed like a prison guard stood beside them, typing away on a tablet.

"Simone, please meet our guests, Mr. Peterson, Ms. Perkins and Ms. Johanson. The two slaves are Jim and Cassie." The lady behind the desk said she was pleased to meet us. "Jim and Cassie will be checking into the east wing in a bit. Can you buzz us back to there, please?"

The receptionist nodded and reached under her desk to push a button. The door to the left made a buzzing sound and the guard held it open for us. Mitch thanked him and led us into the east wing.

"I apologize that I can't show you the respite wing of this facility. We are doing some renovations there and only have a few slaves boarded there presently. We're toying with the idea of building another building next to the Basic Level, and moving the respite slaves there. More and more owners are wanting to take advantage of the punishment side and we need the space.

"But I'm sure these are the accommodations you are most interested in anyway."

He motioned with his hand, and we stepped into the "punishment" section of the resort. Cindy, Lisa and I did not get the full effect of the sight before us upon entering, as we were too busy watching Jim and Cassie's faces turn white with their eyes bulging out. The cost of this stay was worth it for that alone. Smiling at the utter horror on the faces of Jim and Cassie, we turned to get our first good look at what Special Accommodations really meant.

I had thought the dungeon in our basement was over the top, this was looked like something the Marquis de Sade would design, if he was tripping on LSD. To the right, were bondage devices, cages on the floor, cages hanging from the ceiling, Sybians, bondage benches, and an array of other devices I couldn't even begin to guess the use of. To the left were a series of doors, which we would soon learn where they led. Three doors were located at the rear.

"As you can see, we have a wide variety of punishment implements which can be selected individually by the owners, or they can request us to develop a routine based on the owner's desires. Off to the left are our specialized rooms. Some are established, such as our water tank room, penetration room, and the heat room, however we reserve some of rooms for special requests, like you have made. The three doors to the rear lead to the quarters, the shower room and the meal hall.

"While about 70% of the resort staff are slaves, with the exception of Simone who mans the front desk, all staff in the east wing are highly trained free persons. All our 'disciplinarians', as we like to call them, are carefully vetted. They all know where the line is between discipline and abuse, and they know how to push it very close to that line. Most of this staff were active participants in the BDSM lifestyle, and we have provided them a way to make a career out of their passion.

"Most of the slaves here right now are having lunch in the meal hall. There are no options on meals for those assigned to punishment side of the Special Accommodations Level. They get three meals of slave chow per day. I would show you those rooms, however, we are in the process of cleaning them before the afternoon session commences, and as you can imagine, it is not pleasant.

"Let's return to my office and we can finalize their stay and you can be on your way. Did you wish to have your slaves present as we go over the itinerary for their stay, or would you like them to be surprised."

Before I could answer, Lisa spoke up. "I would like them to be present. It'll be fun to watch their faces."

Cindy and I laughed, and I replied, "Who am I to stand in the way of my lady's wishes."

We returned to Mitch's office in the main building and took seats on the opposite side of his large desk. Jim and Cassie starting to visibly shake. He booted up his computer and started to review our reservation.

"All right. We have a 12 day stay for two in the Special Accommodations Level. I see you have chosen to allow us to tailor a regimen for each, but did have some special requests. If you don't mind, I would like to go over each to make sure everything is in order." I told him it would be our pleasure. Cindy and Lisa had stopped looking at Mitch. Their eyes were glued to Jim and Cassie, not wanting to miss a single reaction as they heard what was in store for them. I smiled as I saw Lisa pull out her camera to film them. It also allowed me to have some manners and look at Mitch as we spoke.

"The first request was to have both slaves in chastity devices for their entire stay." He looked over at Jim and smiled. "That should be no problem for the female, but I'm unsure if we have a cock cage small enough for the male. Not to worry, we can have one of our staff pick up one while the slaves are being processed and he will be bound up nice and tight before any of the fun starts. Oh, and all chastity devices will be yours to keep. It's included in the package and really more hygienic."

Cindy snorted at the comments, trying to keep from cackling wildly. Mitch smiled at her and winked.

"In terms of the regimen for their stay, you provided a lot of information that will be helpful in designing it. Thank you for that, by the way. Let's start with the female. You stated she was a switch, but leans towards dom. She likes to give pain, more than receive, but will receive in moderation. I also see here you are requesting orgasm denial. None of those should be a problem. From what you have stated, it seems that she has a wide variety of kinks, but does not like being frustrated. We have a new add-on for our chastity belts. It goes under the plate covering the clitoris but is controlled by a wrist monitor. The device will stimulate the clitoris, but when the monitor detects she is approaching orgasm, it stops the stimulation. In essence, it keeps her in a constant state of arousal, with no release."

Cindy immediately asked for that option.

"Now for the male, you provided very interesting information. You state he is completely dominate, and hates to give up control. This one is easy to take advantage of. We have many trained disciplinarians who specialize in breaking dominant individuals. You also stated he displays a high level of homophobia, specifically with male-on-male intercourse. This is common and we have multiple routes to pursue with this."

Mitch and I turned towards my slaves as we heard a lot of huffing. We saw Jim trying to yell and scream at us, but nothing would come out.

"I see you had them devoxed. I was wondering why they had been so quiet this whole time. Usually, the slaves are pleading with their owners prior to this. No matter. Returning to the regimen, it appears to me that while physical punishment will be of some use, psychological punishment will be the best punishment for these two. I have to say, your next special request was inspired. If you don't mind, we would like to start incorporating it into regimens for other slaves. I believe there could be a market for it with other owners."

I told him that was perfectly fine.

"You stated that the two slaves were in a passionate affair with each other. They claimed the other was their soul mate, I believe. While orgasm denial is not an uncommon request, we loved the idea that they are to be kept together at all times, but never allowed to touch. Each is to be present while the other is disciplined and is to be forced to watch the other receive whatever the regimen requires. The boarding of the slaves is to be together in secluded room, but chained so they are just out of reach of each other. The light in the boarding room is to be left on throughout the night. And they are to remain nude for the entirety of their stay. We are having the room prepared now, and it should be completed by the time we are finished here. If I may suggest one addition to this request, we can devox each slave before being put down. We have discovered some slaves can be stimulated through "dirty talk" and that is what we are trying to avoid. There are no long-term effects to doing that."

I heard Lisa chuckle and say, "That answers that question."

"Your final request was that they were to service as many partners in front of the other as possible. Obviously, the male will only be servicing male partners, but do you have a preference for the female?"

I thought about it for a moment, then smiled. "I think it would disturb Jim most if Cassie was to only service males in front of him. I might add that anal services by both would be perfectly acceptable. She always bragged about how good it felt to take Jim in her ass, but looking at him now, I'm not sure she really felt much. I think she should experience the real thing a few times to see if she truly enjoys it."

"Very good. Well, everything looks to be in order. If you can sign here to appoint the Slave Hotel as co-owners for the duration of the stay... Thank you. Let's get them processed and you can go enjoy your vacation."

Two large guards came into the offices, scanned Jim and Cassie's collars, and tested they were in the app all the hotel employees used. Once completed, they zip tied the hands behind their backs and began to lead them out of the room. Cassie looked back at me with pleading eyes. She was good, I'll give her that. I almost believed she was sorry for what she had done. But when Cindy said, "Bye, have fun now", the hatred that Cassie shot us through those same eyes, killed any remorse I was feeling.

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Chad was waiting for us as we departed the resort. He held the door open, and Cindy announced to him loudly, "Corpus Christi International Airport, please. International terminal."

Chad just smiled and said, "Of course, Ma'am."

We piled in back. The drive would be short, so there would be no fun times like we had on the drive down, but I had more pressing matters to attend to.

"Ok, Cindy. Lisa and I have been patient, but now it's time to tell us what you have planned. Why are we going to the international terminal, and need our passports?"

Cindy smiled at both of us as she explained. "Matt, when we started the company, you made a promise to Cassie, Jim and me that when we had our first big hit, you were going to take us all on a trip. I made a similar promise to Lisa that when we got you freed, we were going to take the same trip. We got so busy after Morrigan hit it big, we kept putting it off. I'm not going to make that same mistake again. We're cashing in on both promises today. Do either of you remember where we were planning to go?"

Lisa and I stared at her with our mouths open and then simultaneously said, "Paris?"

"That's right. We're going to Paris, Babies. Three first-class round-trip tickets to the city of lights. Nine-night reservation at the Four Seasons Hotel George V, in their Eiffel Tower suite. So, rest up, because we are going to be annoying American tourists by day, and fucking under the lights of the Eiffel Tower at night."

We both jumped on Cindy and began covering her with kisses. God bless Chad for doing a couple laps around the airport terminals to give us time to truly show Cindy our appreciation.

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Our trip to Paris was one to remember. It was just as Cindy had promised. Visiting the Louvre, the Arc de Triomphe, a day trip for a private wine tasting at Château-Thierry in Champagne, and more museums and landmarks than I can remember, it was magical. And if our days were magical, our nights were supernatural. Each night we ate a new location. Sometimes at a small little bistro, others at Michelin-star restaurants. The best meal we had, surprisingly was at Le Cinq, located in our hotel. As good as the food was, we were always eager by the end of our meals to return to our room. Sex in Paris is great. Sex in Paris with a view of the Eiffel Tower outside your window is outstanding. Sex in Paris with a view of the Eiffel Tower outside your window, with the two women you love more than life itself is an inspired experience that defies definition.

After one of our nights, with us lying in a tangled mess, sweating and breathing heavily, I came to the realization of how happy I was. Our entire trip, I had not been dreading Cassie and Jim. I had not even thought about them. I had been thinking about the future. Rebuilding the company to be a place worthy of our great employees. Diving back into my love of programming. But mostly I had been thinking about how happy the two women laying in the oversized bed with me made me feel. Accepting how deeply I loved them, even if we had only been together for a short time. Realizing that I could not imagine a life without them. Getting up, I pulled them to a sitting position at the foot of the bed. Then I knelt in front of them.

"Cindy, Lisa, I love you both so much. I know Texas won't allow me to marry both of you, but I want to spend the rest of my life with both of you. We may not be able to do it in a legal sense, but we sure as hell can do it symbolically. I want to have a commitment ceremony. I want to call you both my wife. I want you to call each other your wife, and me your husband. I'm talking rings, a ceremony, the whole nine yards. Who gives a fuck what our outdated laws say. I don't care if it's not recognized in the eyes of the law. We are in love and we deserve the right to show the world how much we love each other. So, what do you say? Will you marry me?"

They both tackled me and threw me to floor, burying me in naked flesh and kissing me passionately. Between kisses they both screamed "YES" over and over. When they came up for air, both proposed to me and the other, and what ensued afterwards was the most passionate, loving, thrilling night of sex any of had ever had.

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We returned to Austin, not sure our feet were touching the ground. Jim and Cassie were scheduled to be "delivered" to us the next day and we prepared the house for them. We contacted some handy men to come remove the cage from the master bedroom. We were going to reclaim that room for us. We set up a guest room, with carefully measured chains. They would be sharing a room, but we were keeping the "never touching each other again" rule in full force. We decided we would alternate days working from home. None of us trusted leaving them alone without one of us there. We picked up smart watches for each of us and immediately downloaded the collar app. We wanted to make sure we could immediately immobilize them if they tried anything stupid.

The first night they were back in our possession, we took them both down to the dungeon. We had gotten the report from the Slave Hotel, and it seems the regimen had been quite effective in some ways, not as effective in others. Jim had been on the receiving end of multiple rounds of oral and anal sex, and Cassie had learned what something thicker than a pencil felt like ramming up her ass. We were also informed that Jim had an extremely low pain tolerance. But the most effective part of the regimen appeared to be the "just out of reach" aspect of their stay. They were so desperate to touch each other, but that wasn't going to happen.

The not so effective part was that Jim and Cassie just couldn't get it through their thick skulls that they had lost and now they were slaves. According to the report, they were sent to punishment more than any other slave that was staying there. Their reprimands were so frequent; the staff joked their regimen should just have them bound and gagged for the entire stay. It would have saved time securing them and releasing them from the devices.

The most humorous part of the report was a description of how Cassie continually offered sexual favors to the staff if she would be allowed to have some time alone with Jim. Even after multiple attempts to explain to her the staff could do just about anything they wanted to her sexually anyway, she still tried to use her looks to get her way. Finally, the staff started devoxing her daily, just to keep her quiet.

Once we were downstairs, Cindy and Lisa secured them both. One to the bondage frame, and one to the St. Andrews Cross. We had each decided on our instrument for punishment. I went with the reliable paddle. Lisa chose the strap. Cindy was desperate to use the riding crop. I started with Jim and blistered his ass and thighs, using every bit of power I could. He was bawling after the first strike and only cried harder as we continued. When I finished Cindy approached Cassie.

"I don't know about you," she started menacingly, "but I have extremely sensitive nipples. Let's see how sensitive yours are." Then without warning she struck Cassie horizontally across both nipples with the crop. Cassie took it better than Jim did, but was still howling by the time Cindy finished. Then it was Lisa's turn.

She approached Jim with the strap, and he begged, pleaded and cried for mercy. Ignoring it all, Lisa just swung underhand, catching Jim squarely in the balls. The shriek he let out was both terrifying and oddly satisfying. She struck him three more times, then just turned her back to him like he wasn't worth her time. We left them hanging there while we went upstairs and had a few drinks. We thought about gagging them but decided it would be better for them to have a little while to talk about their new reality. When we decided the nerve endings had been given enough time to be nice and alert again, we returned to the dungeon.

Jim and Cassie looked at us with tear-streaked faces and began to apologize and beg us for mercy. When Cassie stated that they had never beaten while I was enslaved, I felt the need to have another little talk with them.

"You never beat me? Fuck off! You tried to torture me ever night watching you two act like rabbits on ruffies. You kept me chained up and squeezed into a tiny cage. And you know good and well, the beatings were coming. You would have gotten bored with just psychological torture. I saw the little goodie box you and Jim had already prepared for when you eventually brought me down here. I saw the size of the toys you had put aside just for me. I saw the punishment cock cages you bought. The only reason you didn't beat me was you were still trying to get money out of me and were waiting. We don't need to worry about getting any money out of you. So rather than wait, we're moving straight to the punishment part. So take a deep breath, Cassie, because you're up first this time."

We repeated the punishment again, with the opposite partner. Cindy delivered the strike across Jim's nipples, and Lisa and I punished Cassie. I think Lisa's strap to the Cassie's pussy got the loudest reaction.

For about a week, we repeated the nightly punishments with Jim and Cassie, trying out different pain inflicting instruments, but always begin careful not to cross over to slave abuse. None of us wanted to risk having a collar placed on our necks. We would end each night chaining them to the walls of the guest room afterwards. This routine was usually followed by a vigorous night of lovemaking. But shortly after the first week, I found myself dreading the punishments. It had become more of a job than something I enjoyed. I had dreamed so many nights during my enslavement of the things I would do to them if I ever got a chance. I had let revenge fuel me to survive my enslavement. But now I was realizing I was growing bored with trying to get revenge. I hadn't forgiven or forgotten what Jim and Cassie did, I just found I didn't care about them anymore. More importantly, I felt having them around was holding Cindy, Lisa and I back. We had an amazing life now. Why would we want to keep reminders of that time around? I pulled them each in closer to me and told them what I was thinking.

"Yeah," Cindy responded. "I've kinda grown bored with the whole thing too. I didn't want to say anything because I wanted you to be able to purge any lingering anger."

"Thank Christ!" Lisa exclaimed. "Honestly, I have been just going along for the ride the last few days. If it's ok with you both of you, I want them out. This is our house now. This is our life. Let's get rid of the dead weight. But the question is, what do we do with them? Sell 'em to a work crew?"

I told them I had a better idea. I picked up my phone and called Mitch Connors. When he answered, I put him on speaker.

"Mitch, it's Matt Peterson. I've got Cindy and Lisa on with me. Do you have a minute to talk?"

"Certainly, Matt. What can I do for you? Looking to book another stay?"

I laughed and replied, "No, not that. You said about 70% of your staff are slaves. How does that work exactly? I mean, how do you determine their jobs, punishments, all that stuff?"

"It's really quite simple. When we acquire a new slave, they are immediately placed on what we call shit detail. These are the worst of the jobs. Cleaning the toilets and equipment in the Special Accommodations Level, providing 'services' to those staying in the Luxury Level, things like that. They also get assigned to the worst housing. But we work on a reward and punishment system. Act out, perform poorly, and not only do they stay at shit detail, but they also earn frequent trips to the Special Accommodations Level. Do a good job, behave, and a slave can be promoted out of that detail very quickly. From there they can progress up through the system to have a relatively good life. The higher they go, the more we contribute to their slave estates. The two slaves you met, Maria and Simone, were outstanding from their first day with us. They promoted out of shit detail in a couple of days and have risen through the ranks exceptionally fast. By the time they are released, they will not only have valuable work experience and skills, but they will also have a nice nest egg in their slave estate. I will probably hire them right away; they have been wonderful."

"How many don't move up quickly?" I asked.

"I would say most of the slaves average moving out of shit detail within the first six months or so, and then start moving up. But we always have a few who just never learn. I have one slave here who has been on shit detail for close to three years. She's a mouthy bitch, who just can't seem to get it through her head she's only making it worse on herself."

I was smiling broadly as I asked my next question. "Here's the thing, Mitch, we really want to get on with our lives. We've sated our desire for revenge and really just want to move on. We were wondering if you would be interested in buying Cassie and Jim from us. We would only ask you to do one thing. Keep them near each other but don't let them touch. Keep that rule for eight years, then if you want to let them at each other, we'd have no problems with that. They were going to force me to watch them 'express their love for each other' for eight years, so I think the time frame is fair. I could give you a good price on them. Say a dollar for the pair? If that's too much, I could probably be talked down to fifty cents."

He started to laugh loudly then. "I think I can move some money around and come up with the dollar. I also have no problem with your single condition. I have a feeling it may take eight years before they are able to move off shit detail anyway from what I observed of them during their stay. When were you looking at making this happen."

"The sooner the better."

"Tell you what, the wife and I just so happen to be going up to Austin tomorrow to visit William. We can leave a little early and meet you at the Induction Center around noon. We can take care of the transfer then and go have lunch together."

"That sounds great, Mitch, but why don't we make it later in the afternoon, and you and your wife come over to our place for dinner. We have the space to secure Jim and Cassie, and you won't have to worry about keeping track of them. Bring William along. I would love to meet him, and I know Lisa would like to talk to him about an internship possibility."

"Sounds great. Mary and I will meet you there around four? We'll give you a call if we're running late."

We said our goodbyes, both ladies snuggled in closer. Needless to say, we didn't get much sleep that night.

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The exchange of Jim and Cassie went off smoother than we could ever hope. We woke them up early, had them clean the entire house (keeping them on separate floors of course), and then took them down to the dungeon. They were nervous that we were going to start adding morning punishments to their routine, but that quickly changed to confusion as we had them start disassembling the bondage devices. We did leave the bondage frame, as we had too much fun with that on our own. Once everything was disassembled, we had them move all the pieces up to the garage and pack away all the other toys from the dungeon. Cindy, Lisa and I had decided we would donate all of it to the Slave Hotel, minus a couple sets of ropes and some nipple clamps for Cindy. It would be a nice surprise for Mitch when he returned home.

After showering and a quick lunch, Cindy and I loaded Jim and Cassie into the car. Lisa, who it turned out was an amazing cook, decided to stay home and prepare a gourmet dinner for our guests. She did kiss Cassie and Jim on the cheek before we left, and told them, "Bye. Make sure you behave, ok?", with the most mischievous grin possible. Jim and Cassie were nervous now.

As we drove to the induction center, I realized this was the first time since that dreadful day of my arrest, that it was only the four of us together. I thought back to our college days. We had appeared to be so close then. Four friends, dreaming of the future, making plans and supporting each other. And it had all been a lie. I knew this may the last time the four of us would ever be together, and I felt I had to say something. I looked over at Cindy, and I could tell she was sharing the same feelings. She glanced back at Jim and Cassie, sitting nervously in the back seat, and just nodded to me. I swear that woman can read my mind at times.

"I want the two of you to know something," I began in a very even voice. "We talked about surprising you, but I can't let everything end like this. You're both being sold today." I heard the sudden intake of breath from Jim, and Cassie started to plead. "Shut up, Cassie and listen. If you can't, Cindy has some devox here, and I know she would love to use it. Good, now let me continue.

"We are selling you to the Slave Hotel, that wonderful resort you stayed at. You will have a hard time of it at first, but if you're smart, you could have a reasonably good life for most of your enslavement. I doubt either of your egos will allow you to be smart, but the possibility is there. I'm telling you about your sale now, because I want to get something off my chest while I still have the chance.

"The four of us were a good team. We worked well together, and we produced products that we should all be proud of. I put up the money to start the company because I believed in us. You were the three closest people to me, and I wanted to share my good fortune with all of you. I wanted us to be a family. And I thought we were. I thought I loved you, Cassie. I stupidly thought you loved me. Jim, you were the brother I never had. Cassie, I believe Cindy thought of you as her sister. This teamwork made us all rich. None of us would ever have to worry about money again, as long as we lived. We had secured our futures by our mid-twenties. Most people in the country would have loved to have our lives.

"But it was all a lie. For reasons I will never understand, the two of you had to have more. I don't believe any of that shit about how in love you are with each other. I'm not sure you're capable of love. Cindy and Lisa have shown me what love really is. So just stop with that bullshit you did all of this because you were in love. You were greedy. Jim, you admitted that our whole life, since the moment we became roommates, was a set up. Cassie, you admitted you were never in love with me. For eight years, you both lied, cheated, stole, and showed absolutely no remorse at any time for any of it.

"The saddest part about this is, if you had just been upfront with me, I would probably have still brought each of you along with the company. Yeah, I was a little shocked to hear you two were fucking, but who am I to judge. I'm about to marry two different women, and we are happy. All you had to do was be honest. I would have granted you the divorce. I would have been hurt, but I wouldn't have tried to burn either of you. I probably would have gotten over it and kept you on at the company. You could have been together, been rich, and had a somewhat happy life, assuming you are able to be happy. But no, you couldn't accept that, even though you were richer than you could have ever dreamed you would be, I had more.

"Jim, it has taken some time, but I realize now, you would never accept that I had more than you. It didn't matter how much money you had, I was always going to have more because of the licensing checks. That was an injustice that just ate away at you. It would never be enough if I had more. That's why you were so insistent that I develop new programs you could license. You thought that I could provide you with the means to earn more than me. Are you that stupid? Do you think things like my engine and the compression program just happen? I worked on that engine for over seven years before I got it right. The only reason I was able to get the compression program done at all was that I was able to use part of the engine for it. That's what is so infuriating about all of this. Having me chained to a desk for eight years wouldn't have gotten you what you want. I will probably never be that lucky again. Even if your plan had worked, and I did serve my full eight years, you still wouldn't have half the money I would be making after my release. Your ultimate goal was doomed from the start."

I looked in my rearview mirror and saw Cassie was crying, and to my amazement, Jim was sadly thoughtful. I realized he had still held onto the misconception that his plan was perfect. It was only derailed by Cindy and Lisa poking their nose in places they shouldn't. I knew I was right about his motives. He had to have more. To hear that his plan was flawed from the very beginning, and he had thrown away everything pursuing it, that was a blow he may never recover from. It was now time to address Cassie.

"Cassie, you may be the smartest person I have ever met. But you are also the stupidest. You never loved me. I was a means to an end for you. I was someone you could have milked for years to come. When you and Jim confessed to me what you had done, you stated why kill the goose who lays the golden eggs. But that's exactly what you did. You went for the quick payoff. But you couldn't stop there. You wanted to rub my nose in the fact you were fucking your brother, stepbrother, whatever. You wanted me to suffer. You believed all the bullshit Jim was spouting, and you got off on it. Jesus, I can think of twenty ways you could have gone about getting my money that were smarter than your fucked up plan.

"But you are such a self-centered, egotistical bitch, you couldn't believe there was anyone smarter than you. You have relied on your looks your whole life, you never realized how much you could do with your intelligence. We all made money in college because of your investments. I always thought you would be the one who made us rich. But as soon as you heard my programming skills could be very profitable, you gave up. You didn't think about how easily you could have been successful all on your own. You just hooked your wagon to what we have shown to be one of the worst con jobs in history. Who knows, you may have even fallen in love with me one day. But you never cared about love. You cared about having whatever need you may have filled. That's why I don't believe either of you are capable of love. You're like addicts, only wanting to satisfy a need. Never enjoying what you have.

"And that's the saddest part of all of this. Jim, you were an amazing writer. Cassie, you are a financial genius. I'm saddened knowing there are all these great stories that you are never going to write. I'm saddened by the knowledge that Cassie could have done so much with her life and helped so many people. You threw it all away, and the world is a little darker because of it."

We parked in the lot of the induction center, and I turned around to look at them.

"But I do have to thank you both. You taught me some very valuable life lessons. I was naive. I let myself be conned. But I've learned from that. I've learned now what love is. You showed me what I had been too blinded to see was right in front of me. Neither Cindy nor I probably would have ever had the courage to acknowledge, let alone act, on our true feelings for each other if you hadn't done what you did. I am saddened by the loss of the friendship I thought the four of us had. I'm saddened at the loss of what we could have accomplished together. But right now, I wouldn't change a thing."

Cassie started to apologize and beg me for another chance. I didn't let her finish her thought.

"I don't care, Cassie. That's the point I'm making. Cindy and I just don't care anymore. We're over you. We're over all of it. We don't want revenge anymore. We don't want to think about you anymore. We're happy. Lisa is happy. We have a trust you will never understand, and the fact you can't understand it doesn't even matter to us. That's what I am wanting you to hear. You don't matter to us anymore. After we sell you to Mitch, and finally ship you away, we won't even think about you anymore. We're going to leave you in the rearview mirror, and never look back. We're going to go on to have a wonderful life together. We are going to rebuild the company, and be bigger than we ever were. But most importantly, we're going to be happy. And, hopefully, after tonight, we will never give you another thought."

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With that final statement, Cindy and I got out of the car. She ran around the side and jumped in my arms, kissing me deeply.

"I love you so much. Lisa and I couldn't have asked for a better man."

I kissed her back just as deeply and said, "And I love you both of you."

We took Cassie and Jim into the induction center, where Mitch was standing with his wife and son. When the transfer was complete, Mitch had a surprise for us. He called a large man over.

"Mike here is going to take these two off your hands now. He's got a van outside and he's going to drive them down to Corpus now. Unfortunately, only the driver's cab has air conditioning. Simone is eagerly awaiting their arrival. She has a very... disciplined orientation lined up for them. Oh, by the way, here's your payment for the slaves."

He handed me crisp one dollar bill, much to the embarrassment of Jim and Cassie. Both tried to talk to us before Mike led them out, but Cindy and I ignored them. They were not a part of our lives anymore, and hopefully never would be again.

Mitch and his family joined us at our house for a delicious meal. I was very impressed with William's programming skills. Lisa offered him an internship that night, and he came on as a full employee after graduation. The company quickly regained its reputation, thanks in no small part to two of the writers who had been kept from reaching their potential under Jim. They had mostly been writing side quests for the last two years but had used the two weeks off to develop a pitch for an entirely new IP. Messianic Justice would go on to being our biggest seller and spawn multiple sequels, all of which were best sellers.

About two months after we sold Jim and Cassie to Mitch, we had our commitment ceremony. Every one of our employees, Mitch and his family, and even Maria and Simone, were there. The ceremony was one of the highlights of our lives. Each of us had chosen two identical rings for our partners. As I slid the rings on Cindy and Lisa's fingers, I stared into their eyes through my tears. Even after everything I had been through, I thought I was the luckiest man alive. The three of us loved each other so deeply, there was nothing we could not face, as long as we were together. I looked out at the assembled gathering, and realized everyone present there was my family. I now understood what true friendship was.

With friends like these... Who the fuck cares about enemies.