When they were flying Carmella
around, after they arrived at the terminal in Chicago their usual routine was
that Bubbles would park the plane then immediately fetch the parked limo to
drive Carmella back to the apartment.
After dropping her mistress off she would return to the airport to
retrieve Yum-Yum. While Bubbles was
gone, Yum-Yum would change she sheets, wipe the toys down to remove any blood,
clean the interior and replace any goodies that may have been consumed.
As always, after the plane
was parked Bubbles told her passengers to follow her and that she would get
them to the apartment. Yum-Yum headed
toward the back of the plane and Bubbles started to hustle her charges out the
door at the front of the airplane. With
Yum-Yum disappearing into the back, Nancy asked what was going on. As soon as she was told she put a stop to it
and told Yum-Yum it was unnecessary that she do the cleaning and other things
immediately. She had a feeling that it
would be better if Yum-Yum accompanied them to the apartment. She didn’t have a specific reason for that
feeling, but she wanted to keep the two slaves in sight until she knew them
better. Although it was a bit of a tight
squeeze, they all managed to cram themselves into the limo.
Bubbles and Yum-Yum were at
the rear of the group as they all approached Carmella’s apartment
building. The doorman was doing his job
and was paying attention to the approaching group. He didn’t recognize them, but he watched with
growing admiration and anticipation as the entourage of slaves advanced. While he savored the pulchritude he began to
think about charging an ‘admission fee’.
His only hesitation about doing that was he also wondered what it was
all about; why were they here, and who were they going to see. When he recognized Bubbles and Yum-Yum he
knew those two belonged to a resident, so he reverted to simply ogling the new
slaves. Particularly Rita. He had a love for redheads and Rita was more
than worth ogling. He was a little
surprised that Carmella had acquired new slaves; especially so many, but he
looked forward with great anticipation to using the new supply of pussy and
receiving many blowjobs from them. Nancy
had instructed Bubbles and Yum-Yum to not say anything about Carmella’s status
because Craig had instructed her to not advertise the situation until it became
necessary to do so. As they passed
through the lobby Bubbles told the doorman that the newcomers would be staying
in Carmella’s apartment for a few days while Carmella was out of town, and that
Nancy was free. He had assumed that
because she was fully clothed, but Bubbles thought it worth mentioning just to
be sure he knew.
When they entered the
apartment, Pig, Tweedle Dee and Tweedle Duh all jumped to their feet to assume
the ‘greet mistress’ position. They had no
sooner launched themselves into motion when Bubbles told them to relax because
Carmella wasn’t with them. The relief on
their faces was almost comical it was so obvious. Bubbles turned to Nancy, addressed her as
ma’am, then asked if she was going to explain things. Nancy asked what their names were. Bubbles pointed at Tweedle Dee, identified
her, then pointed at Tweedle Duh, naming her.
Nancy had expected the second one to be named Tweedle Dum, then when she
wasn’t, she stopped Bubbles to say, “I thought the pair were named Tweedle Dee
and Tweedle Dum. Bubbles confirmed that,
then went on to explain that Tweedle Dum had been ‘accidentally’ killed and
that Carmella’s friend had suggested the name Tweedle Duh when Carmella
acquired a replacement for her. Nancy
just shook her head in mild wonderment.
Bubbles finished the introductions by naming Pig. Nancy blurted “What?” Bubbles said resignedly, “Yeah, that’s the
name she gave her. It used to be
Foo-Foo, so I’m not really sure which one is worse.”
Nancy dug into her pocket
for her cell phone. As she was doing
that she said to no one in particular, “I was told to call home once we got
here anyway, but I gotta see about this.”
She looked at Bubbles since Bubbles seemed to be the one taking charge
with Carmella’s slaves, telling her, “That woman is a fucking idiot, naming
slaves like that. You explain things,
I’m gonna see about changing a few things right now. Do something about dinner too, I’m
hungry.” Sasha immediately broke away
from the group evidently heading toward the kitchen. Nancy stopped her, telling her that she had
more important things to do and that one of Carmella’s slaves would handle the
food situation. She looked at her group
and told them to get to work and to start looking. They didn’t wait to be shown where things
were; they just took off in the direction they expected would take them to
Carmella’s office. Home offices are
almost always in a bedroom, so that was the direction they headed. Carmella’s apartment was large enough that
she hadn’t converted a bedroom, but that didn’t really matter because hey were
headed in the right direction anyway.
Carmella’s slaves thought
they should stop the newcomers because it just wasn’t right that they be given
free rein in the apartment, and they were afraid that Carmella would take out
her displeasure on them if they allowed it.
But since a free woman had told the others to “start looking” and
neither Bubbles nor Yum-Yum seemed the least bit concerned, they shut up and
waited to be told what was going on. The
free woman had drifted out of the room with her cell phone held to her ear, and
her slaves had all gone into the back, so they turned their attention to
It took a minute or so
before Brenda got Craig on the phone.
Evidently he had been busy with Carmella. When he was on the line Nancy told him that
they had just walked in the door. Then
she said, “You’re not going to believe this.
She named the pilot Bubbles. The
stewardess is Yum-Yum, although she looks every inch like her name, so it kinda
fits her. She has three more; Tweedle
Dee, Tweedle Duh, and get this… Pig. By
the way; that stunning blonde reporter you were so hot over… she’s a slave
here. She’s Tweedle Duh.” He laughed, then commented that it was
interesting that the reporter was a slave.
He asked Nancy if she had learned how that happened, or if she had been
a slave all along. Nancy reiterated her
statement of a minute ago and emphasized that they had just walked in the door
and that she had not had time to learn anything. She promised to get an answer before she
checked in again in the next day. Craig
thought she was done, having fulfilled his request that she call to report a
safe arrival. She held him one more
minute saying, “Boss, I’ll transfer the other three to your account and I
already did the pilot and stew… but boss, can I change all their names back to
their real names? I can’t go around
calling one “Pig” and another “Tweedle something.”
Just then they both heard a
loud squeal of delight coming from elsewhere in the apartment. Craig took a guess and suggested that they
must have heard Nancy make that request.
Nancy told him that wasn’t possible because the slaves were in another
room and that she had been speaking softly.
She said it was no doubt caused by the news that Carmella no longer
owned them. She had no sooner gotten
those words out then they heard a loud cheer and raucous laughter. Nancy laughed also then said, “I think they
were just told you plan to turn the rich bitch into a pauper. Don’t worry, I’ll make sure they keep their
mouths shut, but that all had to know, they might be able to help. Besides,” she said with a hint of
nervousness, “the pilot is smart. She
figured out what was happening immediately, so there was no benefit to starting
out things with a lie; I had to tell her.”
Craig heard the tremulous tone of her voice as she said that, then
quickly affirmed that had done the right thing in telling them.
Nancy was ready to hang up
but he prevented her from saying good-bye by asking a question. He said it seemed a bit strange that the
slaves would be as happy as they apparently were simply by now being owned by
someone else. He asked her if it also
struck her the same way. As soon as he
asked the question she realized that it had seemed strange to her too. She mentioned Bubbles reaction, then pointed
out that the euphoria came from all of them, even when they were separated, so
it wasn’t one of them inspiring the others.
After a moment’s thought he added a suggestion. “Dig into that. Play on that emotion and see if you can find
out what’s going on. You might even find
a bottle of wine or two and suggest they have a celebratory drink… a toast to
their new owner if nothing else. Loosen
them up; get them to relax and let their guards down, then see if they’ll
talk. Don’t press. If they’re too nervous to have a drink, drop
the idea. If they don’t want to talk,
don’t push it.”
She chuckled. “I love that idea. Yeah, ok boss, I got it.”
Nancy went back to
Carmella’s slaves. As she approached
them their demeanor sobered as they forced a respectful calm onto themselves to
await her orders. She opened up her
laptop telling them they would begin with the basics. She said the first thing she was going to do
was to transfer ownership of the three remaining slaves, then to change all
their names. None of them showed any
reaction to that announcement until she continued. “As of this moment you all have new
names. They’re the names you had before
you were enslaved.” Tweedle Duh… now
back to being Shannon… muttered, “Oh thank god.” Angela nodded, adding, “Now I can go back to
being called Angel.” Nancy looked at her
and asked, “Angel?” Angela nodded. “Yes ma’am.
Short for Angela. Angel was the
call sign I used when I was a pilot in the Air Force.”
Nancy looked at Angela with
heightened respect. Being an Air Force
pilot was a very worthy credential to have.
She said, “I want to hear how an Air Force pilot became a slave, but not
right now. Right now I have more important
things to do. Maybe we’ll talk about
that over dinner, or after. Speaking of
dinner…” She looked at the five slaves. Four of the five looked at Yum-Yum. She took the hint. “I’m Alessandra. Alex to my friends. I cooked for the bitch fairly often. Right after she bought me I had to cook
something for her and as soon as she tasted it she said ‘yum, yum’. Then she looked at me and told me that was my
name. Most people assumed she named me
that because of my looks, but she didn’t.
Anyway, I suppose I’m the best choice for fixing dinner. Do you have a request?”
Nancy chuckled and said
with some degree of wonder, “You can cook to requests?”
Alessandra nodded. “That’s assuming we have it of course. But cooking was my hobby while I modeled and
I got pretty good at it. It was the best
way I found to have something low in calories and still tasty and filling. Mostly low in calories though.”
As she shooed Alex off into
the kitchen Nancy commented, “You and Sasha have a lot in common. I suspect you two will hit it off
together. This is great. Sasha has wanted to go to a two year cooking
school for quite a while. Craig… that’s
your new master… wants to send her, but he doesn’t want to lose her for that
length of time because he fell in love with her meals and he doesn’t want to
give her up for that long because none of the others can replace her in the
kitchen. Now I’m sure he’ll let her go.”
Alex wondered about what
she had just heard but she didn’t question it aloud. A slave wants to go to a two-year school and
he’s going to allow her to go? And how
can the free one be so sure that he’ll let her?
By this time KD returned
from wherever it was that she had disappeared to. When she had first entered the apartment she
began peering into corners, along the walls, and doing other unlikely
things. Her behavior aroused the
curiosity of all of Carmella’s slaves but none of them had questioned it. Now she stood off to one side, clearly
waiting for Nancy to finish what she was doing.
Nancy noticed, then looked at her to ask, “Do you need anything?” KD answered that she was waiting for her to
finish so she could talk to the slaves without interrupting anything. Nancy gave her the go-ahead, saying that she
was off to find Carmella’s computer and to get to work.
As Nancy departed, KD
looked at the others and asked which one had been Carmella’s slave the
longest. One raised her hand, but didn’t
say anything. With her hand extended, KD
walked toward her saying, “Kathleen Diane; but everyone, including the master,
calls me KD. Pleased to meet you.” Her target relaxed and smiled a welcome in
return. She reached forward to accept
KD’s hand. “It’s so nice not to have to
say ‘Pig’ any longer. My name’s Irene,
and its my pleasure.”
KD jumped right into it by
asking if, while Irene had lived here, Carmella had ever had any renovations or
physical repairs done to the apartment.
Irene assured her that there had been none, then asked why. She asked what was it that KD was looking
for. KD answered truthfully, admitting
that she really didn’t know. She said
that it could be anything that had been hidden away. Anything from a computer to a safe, but was
most likely a flash drive, an external hard drive or even an old style floppy
disk. She said it might be a paper file,
or it might not exist at all. Irene knew
exactly what KD was looking for and where it was. But she also knew it was well hidden and it
was unlikely that KD would ever find it.
Given those circumstances she kept her silence while wondering if there
might be some way she could work this into a deal to her advantage. She decided that she had to know more about
these people, particularly about their… now her… master. She could afford to wait and see how things
Carmella’s office was instantly
recognizable for what it was, so the four slaves pushed and jostled each other,
each trying to get through the door first.
They were stunned by what they saw.
The large display detailing Carmella’s war-fighting structure, with
Craig’s picture in the center, dominated the entire room. Rita was the first to approach it closely and
to begin reading the names and other information that was summarized on
it. It didn’t take her long before she
recognized the names of many of the people, and for those not employed by
Shadow Industries, she was familiar with the name of the company they worked
for and its relationship to Shadow Industries.
It quickly became evident what this thing represented. The others were similarly studying the
details, so when Rita announced her conclusion that this was Carmella’s spy
network, and this was the key to how she was planning to destroy Craig, the
others could not dispute that. Rita was
appalled to see some of the names she saw, then wondered out loud how Carmella
had managed to recruit them into her army.
Sasha, who had always been somewhat worldlier than her sister answered
with a single word. “Money.” She followed up with the offer of a bet,
staking three lickings to one, that they would find a file or pay register,
detailing the payments Carmella had made to each person, and that they wouldn’t
be small payments. Gina somewhat
snidely said she wouldn’t take that bet if it was offered at twenty to one.
Vivian drew herself away
from the rogue’s gallery and went to Carmella’s desk. When she got there she told the others they
were wasting their time because while what they were staring at might be
interesting, it wasn’t what they were there to find. That caused the others to turn away from the
board to begin looking for other things to examine. Vivian was already at work in the desk,
having opened the top drawer. Aside from
the expected pens, pencils and other stuff, there was nothing of interest in
it. She pulled the drawer out
completely, held it so that she could examine the bottom, looking for something
taped to the underside, then peered inside the opening. Satisfied that there was nothing hidden she
replaced the drawer then opened a second drawer to repeat the process. The others had been watching her and took
note of the thoroughness with which she was going about the job. That set the standard for all of them.
When she opened the second
drawer Vivian saw it was filled with hanging folders stuffed with papers. She realized this drawer was going to take time
because she intended to look carefully at every piece of paper until she was
confident that she could trust determining the contents of an entire folder by
examining only a few pages. Whether that
would be possible would depend entirely on how organized and careful Carmella
was. She would eventually learn that
Carmella was very careful and very well organized. When Sasha saw what Vivian was doing she
joined her at the desk, then asked if she wanted help. Vivian immediately accepted that offer and motioned
to the drawers on the other side of the desk.
She opined that it might make more sense if one person did the entire
contents of a drawer just in case that might help in forming an overall
understanding. Sasha opened the top
drawer on the other side, saw it was filled with files also, so she pulled the
drawer out completely to carry it to an open area, then sat on the floor to
begin her reading and searching.
Rita and Gina looked at
each other. The walls of the room were
lined with wall units comprised of lower cabinets and upper shelves. Some of the shelves contained knick-knacks
and other decorations, but there were books and binders too. There would be a lot of searching
needed. Rita gestured to Gina, saying,
“Pick a side.” Gina shrugged, went to
the end of one section of cabinets and started looking. Rita went to the other side of the room.
Nancy walked in to a quiet
room with all four slaves industriously digging through their trove of papers,
or whatever. She looked at the desk and
saw a mouse and computer monitor on it with nothing underneath it. That told her either Carmella plugged in her
laptop, which had yet to be found, or there was a tower computer sitting in or
under the desk. That was Nancy’s
assigned job and since there was no way to avoid shooing Vivian onto the floor,
Vivian went to sit next to Sasha without being told to do so.
Nancy found a tall, narrow
door next to the still-spacious kneehole.
She was sure the keyboard would be found sitting on top of the tower
behind the door. The confirmation of
that was going to have to wait however.
A soft tug, followed by a harder tug proved that the door was
locked. She was delighted to find
that. A locked door virtually guaranteed
that the computer would not be password protected. It would be far easier and faster to open the
door than to crack a password, and a locked door was more than sufficient to
keep slaves out of the computer. She
didn’t bother looking for the key. That
was undoubtedly in Carmella’s purse back in Eastlake. She mentally kicked herself, thinking they
should have thought of that. She should
have taken the purse, or at least taken all the keys and Craig could have kept
the rest if he wanted it. Too late
now. Thankfully though, Bubbles had had
a key to the apartment in her flightsuit.
But now she needed access to the computer behind the locked door. That called for KD.
KD walked into the office
in response to the summons, followed by Irene.
Nancy didn’t know why the other slave had followed, but neither did she
care. Without wasting any time she asked
if KD was any good at picking locks.
Given where Nancy was sitting, the specific of what needed to be picked
was pretty evident. The answer was “If I
can use a hammer I’m great, otherwise not so good.” Nancy told her to go find a hammer. Irene spoke up, offering to show KD where the
tools were kept. KD responded, “No need,
I brought my own. I expected to need
them.” KD disappeared for a few seconds
then returned with a large canvas bag filled with tools. She went to the desk and pulled out a large
screwdriver and a hammer. Using brute
force and a minimum of delicacy she had the door open in seconds. That told Irene a lot. These people were not playing around. They were determined, and not afraid to do
whatever was necessary to quickly get their jobs done. That also told her that she had better make
her pitch to the unseen master before too long if she hoped to have any
bargaining power. But now was too
soon. She knew Nancy had to play with
the computer for a while before the time would be right. That probably meant later tonight or