Date: Sat, 3 Feb 2007 00:06:43 +0000 From: white collar <white_collar@hotmail.com> Subject: Executive Slave - Part 15 Author: White Collar Title: Executive Slave -- Part 15 (M/M, B&D, Humiliation) Date: February 1, 2007 Comments will be gladly received by white_collar@hotmail.com Note: Any resemblance to real people is strictly coincidental. No real people are depicted in this piece of fiction. This story contains explicit male to male sex, domination and bondage. If you don't enjoy reading this sort of material or are under the age of 21, DO NOT CONTINUE READING. If you regard this type of material as depraved then flee from here and don't look back! And be sure that you practice safer sex. Don't become another statistic in the rising HIV/STD rates. Don't be barebacking: it's your LIFE you're playing with. This story is STRICTLY fantasy and I DO NOT espouse or endorse unprotected anal or oral sex! Be careful and be alive - White Collar The previous installment of "Executive Slave" ended as follows: "Master?" "Yes, boy, what is it?" "Master, would you like me to clean your desk?" I had, in the course of our encounter, leaked and come on the desk and my output had run down the side of his desk and pooled on the floor. "N-no... That won't be necessary. The cleaning people will see to it. Just go downstairs... That's a good boy," he said distractedly. "Yes Master. Thank You Sir," I answered. I recovered my clothes and hesitated, considering whether to dress but decided it really didn't matter at this point. Besides, I liked having his seed oozing from my cunt. It proved that he had taken me. Or had I taken him? Executive Slave -- Chapter 37 I stood there for a moment, not sure what to do next. Then, as I raised my eyes while keeping my head down, I saw a transformation take place: a few seconds ago, Master Barnes had looked distracted and unsure of himself, but that uncertainty was morphing into something quite different: rage. As I watched, his face darkened and he drew himself up. It seemed as though his body expanded and I was reminded of that old comic book character that turned green and grew to colossal proportions when he was angered. I dropped my eyes, fearful of what I was witnessing. Long moments passed until I could stand the cold heaviness no longer. "Sir?" I ventured. "What is it boy?" The change in his tone chilled me and I glanced up at him. His eyes burned through me like lasers. In them, I could read fury unlike anything I'd seen in him before and I'd seen plenty of his fury. If the heat of his eyes met the cold in his voice, there would be a lightning storm unlike any I'd seen before. What had I done to infuriate him so? Had I over- stepped when my cunt grasped him and sought to draw him deeper? It hadn't been purposeful: my cunt was only seeking to bond with another person, another man. Perhaps I should have been mindful of my position and stopped myself. But it was an action that was almost unconscious; involuntary. The desire to belong is sometimes more powerful than we can know with our conscious minds. I gulped and stood there with my mouth agape, not knowing whether to speak or remain silent; whether to fall to my knees and beg his forgiveness or quietly leave the room. "Get out of here boy. Tomorrow I'll give you more than you ever bargained for," he said, his voice low and with an evenness that sent shivers down my spine. "Y-y-yes Master," I answered, my mind racing as to how I might placate him. In the end, I realized there was nothing I could do. "Good night Master," I said and left his office. I walked down the deserted hall to the service elevator in my accustomed state -- entirely naked. My only adornment was the cum leaking from my hole. It dribbled down my legs and eventually found its way to the floor, leaving small puddles each step of the way. A tracker would have been able to trace me with the trail of jism I was leaving behind. The ride to the basement seemed interminable. I longed for a word, a touch, that wasn't filled with menace and fear. At the kennel level, I exited the elevator and was immediately taken into the custody of Officer Malloy. He saw my state and hooted. "Alright slut boy! The big man been having his way with you?" he chortled. Perhaps my bowed, loose-limbed gait was another give-away. Then he looked into my eyes and quieted down. He realized something awful had occurred. "Get into the showers and get cleaned up before chow time. 059 will see to you. And remember: no talking!" "Sir, yes Sir," I answered and joined 059 in the showers. 059 looked at me quizzically and with dollop of worry. I nodded at him, indicating that I was alright and there was nothing to worry about. I moved under the warm spray and 059 soaped my body. At his behest, I lifted my leg so that he could clean my crack. Then he placed his hand gently on the back of my neck and indicated that I was to bend over. But he felt me shaking and he pulled me to himself in a quick hug. Then, pushing away from the momentary solace, I bent and grasped my ankles and felt the cold tip of the enema nozzle entering me. It was only the mildest stimulation compared to what I'd just experienced but it pulled the memory back to my muscles and made my lips grasp at the nozzle. It also made my legs tremble with mixed fear and desire. "Stop it!" I thought. "Stop it now before you get yourself into more trouble!" 059 rubbed my back and stroked my buns, trying to reassure me, no doubt, that he understood. But he didn't understand. How could he? How could he know that I'd just tried to seduce one of the worst sadists in the world and been caught at it? After the requisite amount of time, he pulled the nozzle out and I squatted over the drain to expel the fluid before rising. It was cloudy with semen but there was no shit. Still, 059 applied gentle pressure to the back of my neck, telling me that I needed another cleansing. My head was slightly fuzzy from the enemas, which added to my sense of disorientation and anxiety. When we were finished, we dried off and went to our kennel. The guards was just finishing up with the cleaning out of the new units, each of whom hung his head and tried to cover his genitals with his hands. Shaiman and Sommers were freely grabbing cocks and balls, telling the erstwhile men that they were now the property of the LEA and every bit of them was property: their genitals were no longer theirs to cover or control so they might just as well get over their modesty. I knew, as did the guards and the veteran units, that it would take several days of processing at the Center to beat their modesty out of them but there was no point in delaying the start of their training. Shaiman grabbed Grossman by the cock and pivoted around, like a dancer spinning his partner. The hapless unit quickly became dizzy and, falling to the floor, crumpled up into a near fetal position, as sobs wracked his body. If he could have died from the humiliation, I'm sure he would have been relieved to do so. But humiliation of this sort doesn't kill -- at least not quickly. Shaiman kicked him in the balls, drawing a pained howl from his lips. Then he ordered him to get up on his feet and join the others. Shaiman and Sommers had the new units line up, hands clasped behind their heads, though Grossman had a very hard time keeping his hands off his bruised balls. In the meanwhile the guards applied something like lip balm to their nipples. Then they applied a set of silicon suction cups to begin training the units' tits to become permanently erect. Each man flushed and moaned as their nipples were worked to get them fully erect. Soon enough, they would all have tits like 059's and mine: erect and protruding, ready for any freeman's use. After that would come the piercing and ringing. "059 and 035, you'll sleep together tonight," Malloy said. "These newer units will share cages in pairs." The newer recruits crawled into their cages. I could see they were trembling with fear, humiliation and despair. They each had started their day as free men and tonight they would sleep in kennels, naked, stripped of their manhood and their humanity, like dogs. They couldn't begin to comprehend what had befallen them. When they'd begun their employment with Barnes Industries, they'd probably counted that day as one of their luckiest:. If only they'd known... 059 and I got into our cage and waited for our grub. Grossman was still whimpering and holding his injured testicles while Fuller attempted to comfort him. He tried to pull away but finally collapsed into Fuller's arms and wept quietly. We were all given our chow and water and we lay down to sleep. 059 spooned me and I felt his penis rising between my butt cheeks. I remembered the nights he had comforted me and given me shelter when I was first taken under care and I felt a rush of gratitude and affection. I raised my top leg and gave him entry. I turned my head and whispered voicelessly "Duncan". "Cliff," he said quietly in my ear. He wrapped his arms around me, pulling me to him. I felt his hard, ringed nipples in my back and rubbed against them. He took my right tit in his left hand and gently squeezed and pulled it. I moaned and pushed against him all the harder. His cock was inside me, filling and warming me. There I held it until the morning light. But I did not sleep well. I kept turning over in my mind the awful change in Master Barnes. Why had he reacted that way? What was it about my attempt at connection that infuriated him so? Then, like a flash, I realized the answer: Master Barnes was a man who controlled and abused others. There wasn't an ounce of vulnerability in his world. But I had unwittingly revealed his need to him. I had called up so long- forgotten, or perhaps never known, need. And I was a lowly LEA unit, a nothing, a thing to be used, not to be cared about. I had indeed crossed boundaries and I knew that there would be hell to pay. But how exactly would I pay? No, I did not sleep well that night. # # # Morning came far too early. The lights blazed on with a bang and the guards came in, shouting and running their truncheons across the bars of the cages, rousing the units. But there was something quite new here today: all three of them were naked, except for their utility belts, from which hung their keys, stunners, truncheons and utility pouches. And all three were fiercely erect. Had they taken something to enhance their manhood or had they, perhaps, risen even earlier and huddled together to get themselves "in the mood"? Whatever they'd done, they were primed for action and I knew just who would be providing it for them. They opened the doors and pulled the new units from their kennels. Then they handcuffed each of them and then paired them off. "Now we're going to give you your first lessons in pleasuring a man," Malloy said. The officers took Fuller and Grossman and positioned them facing one another. Then they pushed Grossman to his knees and put Fuller's cuffed hands behind the kneeling trainee's head. Pulling his feet back, they forced Fuller to bend at the waist, exposing his hole. "No, please don't do this to me," Fuller begged. "Put your hands on his wrists," Malloy ordered Grossman. "Hold him so that he doesn't stand up." Malloy rolled a condom over his stiff and throbbing dicks and proceeded to give Fuller his latest taste of life as an LEA unit: his first-thing-in-the- morning fuck. Grossman was looking into Fuller's grimacing, tear- streaked face and he had tears of his own. "Please no," Grossman whimpered. "Why are you doing this? Please don't do this to us." Malloy paid him no mind. Shaiman was doing the other two units and it was painful to watch their deflowering. No matter how many times I see this, the brutality of it always makes its mark on my soul. Men fucking willingly is fine, though I'd never have thought of doing it before I was taken into custody. But to see men fucked against their will is most disturbing. And these units were not yet stretched nor accustomed to accommodating a man's cock easily and they howled in pain and humiliation as they were entered and taken. They didn't realize how lucky they were that the guards were using lubed rubbers. A fully trained unit can take a dry fuck without a great deal of pain but it's not something for a beginner. It can take a week to recover from a raw, rough fucking. The units yanked against their bonds as they were screwed and howled as the guards did each of them in turn, reaming them thoroughly and working their nipples to get some extra contractions of their sphincters. Some men found it most arousing to be the cause of pain and discomfort for another man; on the other hand, some men, who were not naturals in this, were well-trained in the art. A sadist can be developed as easily as a masochist and the relish with which these officers did their jobs made it apparent that they'd been initiated into the subtleties of giving pain and humiliation. I had a fleeting question as to whether they were any better off than we were or were they simply a different set of cogs in the Authority's machinery? Finally, the fucking was finished and the initiates were led away; presumably to be stationed under some managers' desks to be further inducted into the position of LEA units. They would be taught to pleasure another man with their mouths and asses and would learn that their only purpose now was to be a source of release for men who just become their superiors. 059 was taken away with the new units for probably the same purpose, while I was given my "uniform" and taken upstairs to my cubicle to continue my work. I set about moving monies around from one numbered account to another, careful to cover the trail and render any connection to Master Barnes more and more undetectable with each transaction. I felt I was doing what he'd ordered me to do and was doing it well. At the same time, the foreboding that I had crossed a line the night before wouldn't leave me. I hoped against hope there would be no repercussions from him, especially if I accomplished the task he'd entrusted me with. Executive Slave -- Chapter 38 Late that afternoon, Master Barnes sent his assistant to summon me to his office. "Office or unit?" I asked, inquiring what my clothing should be. His eyes swept over me and with a smirk, he said "unit", and turned and walked toward Mr. Barnes' office. Hurriedly, I stripped of my clothes, stashed them in a drawer and ran after him, my penis and balls flopping and slapping against my thighs. I caught up with him as he entered the outer office and followed him into Barnes's inner office, taking care to assume the appropriate posture; head down, hands clasped behind my back. "Take him to the back room," Master Barnes said, giving me a look that chilled me to my core. "Yes sir," his assistant answered and taking my cock, pulled me into the back room. I was unprepared for what I saw. There, trussed to a horse, was 059. I nearly called out his name when I saw him but quickly bit my tongue and swallowed my cry. If his name had crossed my lips, we'd probably both end up being recycled or, worse yet, chemically lobotomized and turned into mindless fuck holes. Did Barnes know of the connection between us? Was it possible? Had our glances betrayed us? Or was he simply making use of a convenient unit whom he also detested? There was no way to know other than to hold my tongue and see if he gave his reasons away. But seeing 059 like this nauseated me. He was gagged with a ring bit, which prevented speech but permitted the wearer to receive things in his mouth and to vocalize but only with guttural grunts and cries. His trunk was bound to the horse, but his arms were tied to his sides so that his hands grasped his own ass cheeks and he was holding them apart, as though he were opening himself to be fucked. His legs were pulled up and tied to the legs of the apparatus so that it looked like he was in a jockey's crouch with his ass and genitals sticking out beyond the end of the horse. There was a heavy, donut-style weight- ring surrounding his scrotum and distending his sack well beyond its usual length. He was looking at me pleadingly and I could see from the redness of his butt that his ass had already been well worked-over with some sort of implement, probably a paddle. I could see from the bright redness of his balls that Barnes had been using the paddle on them as well. I also saw the handle of a speculum, which had been cranked open in his hole. I could see into his rectum with its red lining matching the color of his butt, and I knew he was already immensely uncomfortable. I also knew that both he and I would probably be in great pain before Master Barnes had finished with us today. Under my breath, I cursed myself for letting my ass get the better of me yesterday and trying to seduce him. As they say, payback is hell and 059 and I were going to get a fully paid tour of all the rings of the inferno today. "Come over here slave," he ordered me and I obeyed, fear filling my mind. I stood before him in presentation pose, hands behind my neck, feet apart, pelvis thrust forward, chest and tits high. "Good. I'm glad to see you haven't forgotten how to behave as a slave should," he said, slapping my dick hard with a vicious downward swipe. I grimaced involuntarily but barked out a strained "Thank You Sir." "Get hard now. You've got ten seconds or I'll make you hard!" "Yes Sir," I responded and my training enabled me to comply. In a few seconds, my cock was stiff, albeit not standing perpendicular to my body. Still, it was hard. He wrapped a leather cock ring around my genitals. There were half- inch spikes sticking out from the ring like petals on a daisy and bent forward. The inside of the ring had the prongs that fastened the spikes to the leather sticking out on the inside so that they bit into the skin of my groin. He took a tube of athletic balm and smeared it on my penis. The odor of the camphor filled my nostrils and I knew the heat wouldn't be far behind. As my dick began to burn, he slid a wide rubber ring over it with several rows of large metal studs around its girth It looked like a wide and vicious pit bull collar sitting just behind the head of my cock. Some men like to use these for extra stimulation when fucking but if worn too long, they can cause major discomfort for the catcher, especially when the lube is one that burns, and can damage the rectum as the spikes scour the tender tissues of the colon. 059 could see (and smell) what was going on and I could see him swallowing hard and trying to steal himself for what was to come. Master Barnes picked up a wired penile sound with a coronal cap and, smearing balm on it, pushed it into 059's urethra until the cap lodged behind the corona of his dick, making him whimper in pain. Next, he released the tension on the speculum and pulled it roughly out of 059's opening, pulling a grunt of pain from his mouth. Then he pushed three fingers laden with the camphor balm into 059's anus. As the heat began to fill his ass, I could see the sweat erupting on his back and a flush spread upwards from his back to his head. Next, he fastened alligator clamps with wires attached to 059's tits and perineum before attaching identical clamps to mine. We're both experienced units and are used to discomfort, but these clamps had strong springs and big, fiercely sharp teeth. I sucked in my breath as the clamps bit into my nipples. Then Master Barnes ordered me to bend over and spread my ass cheeks. I felt the cold metal plug being inserted and realized I was sweating with anxiety. I wasn't sure which of us would be receiving the greater punishment, 059 or I. Master Barnes ordered me to stand up straight and pulling my testicles down, fastened a weight ring around my scrotum. When he released it, my balls were pulled forcefully toward the floor and I felt that ache arching up from my balls into my abdomen. Finally, he seemed ready. "Move behind him and place your dick at the opening of his chute. Don't enter him yet: I'll tell you when to begin fucking. First, I have to get you all hooked up," Master Barnes ordered. "Yes Sir," I answered and placed the hot tip of my dick against 059's warm hole. Master took the wires from the various instruments of torture and attached them to an electrical box. Then he plugged some more wires into the box and attached the wires to the ball weights on 059's and my scrotums. We were fully wired now: tits, balls, perineums, 059's dick and my ass. I swallowed hard and rested my hands on 059's hot, inflamed ass, hoping to convey some measure of comfort to him, even if it was only that he knew we would be suffering together. "Get your cock inside him," Master ordered and, gingerly, I obeyed. As the rows of studs on the sheath encasing my cock slid into him, I heard 059 whimpering and moaning. I stroked his butt softly, trying to convey my sorrow at having to do this to him, the man, the only human being I'd ever really loved. Loved? Did I really think that thought? And as I pushed ever so gradually into the depths of his anus, I knew for certain that I loved him. He was my teacher and my soul mate. That time we had shared our secret rendezvous in the hidden depths of the Center had cemented our love for each other and had taught me the magnificence of loving. My marriage to my ex-wife was a sham, fabricated solely for the purpose of giving her children and a pension. I meant nothing to her and she meant less to me. The children I had sired were blood-suckers who, having been brought up by their mother, considered their father a funding source and nothing more. I was glad to be rid of all of them, even at the expense of my liberty. But 059, Duncan: with him I'd fallen in love. And to be forced to hurt the one I loved in this way was almost more than I could stand. As if sensing my thoughts, Duncan uttered a guttural cry that sounded like a long "O". No? Don't? Go? I had no idea but his cry pulled me back to the reality of our circumstances and I knew I had to continue if we were to have any hopes of escaping this hell. If I stopped now, Barnes might be assured that we were lovers and would see to it that we were both disposed of in the most humiliating, wrenching, gruesome way possible. So I pushed in, trying to stop my ears to the sounds of Duncan's pain. And I vowed to myself that, for Duncan's sake, I would find a way to pull Barnes down. Executive Slave -- Chapter 39 Finally I was in up to my pubes, the spikes on the cock ring pressing into the tender skin surrounding Duncan's assaulted hole and the base of those spikes chewing into my own skin. "Now you'll appreciate my design," Barnes smirked, his hand on the switch of the electrical box. I wasn't sure that "appreciate" was the appropriate word but why quibble with a sadist? He flipped the switch and, as I felt the charge explode inside my ass, my pelvic muscles contracted involuntarily and I slammed hard into Duncan, making him howl in pain. Charges randomly hit my nipples, balls and perineum but the charges hitting my ass were in a rhythm designed to get me thrusting regularly and hard. Tears came to my eyes as I was electrically forced to rape my lover. With each thrust forward, I felt his sphincter contract and I realized that the charges to his perineum and penis were synchronized with the jolts to my rectum, forcing him to clutch the cactus in his ass every time it entered him. I could see from the contractions of his body that he was also experiencing shocks to his nipples and testicles. "I love this," Barnes roared. "Watching two units fuck like rabbits with hot pokers up their asses." Shock-thrust, shock-thrust. Shocks to nipples, shocks to balls. Over and over. On top of the fire from the lube that Barnes had used on us, as I fucked, I felt another heat spilling onto my cock and, looking down, I saw blood covering it. I was scraping the insides of Duncan's rectum and I began to fear that he might bleed to death if something weren't done to stop this. What was Barnes looking for that would cause him to end our torture? He had pulled his schlong out of his zipper and begun a leisurely hand-job. Whether we were giving him what he wanted or not, my body was moving toward the precipice and finally sought release from the pain in pleasure. I groaned and bucked, whimpering for grace. "Please Sir," I whimpered. "Please let me come. Please let this end. Please." But still the assault continued. Again and again, the jolts of current forced my pelvic muscles to contract, slamming my dick into 059's rhythmically clenching ass. Shocks hit our tits, balls and perineums at random, causing continuous pain and scrambling our thinking. There was little I could focus on, save release from this hell. After twenty minutes of this, Barnes apparently felt he'd made his point or gotten himself off or whatever it was that was he needed. He exploded in orgasm, shooting his cum over the both of us, marking us as his chattel. Then, after he'd detumesced slightly, he sprayed us with his piss to mark us as the dogs he clearly thought we were. Finally, he switched off the box and I collapsed on Duncan's back, both of us gasping for breath and hoarse from our cries. The only sounds were Duncan's inarticulate groans and my rasping breath. Barnes came around to the front of the horse and stuck his softening dick into Duncan's mouth. "Clean," he said. Duncan did the best he could with only his tongue to work with. But he had a talented tongue and soon Barnes's dick was cleaned to his satisfaction and back in his pants. Truth be told, since he'd shot his load on us and hadn't fucked anyone for once, he was already pretty clean, except for the residual cum he squeezed out the end of his penis. When he'd finished, he slapped my ass hard, pushing me one last time into Duncan's ass and he turned and walked out of the room, leaving us in place. A few minutes later, Malloy came in and began to remove the various implements from our bodies. When he'd taken the clips and weights off me, I sank to the floor, barely having enough strength to hold my head up, let alone stand. Malloy took the bit out of Duncan's mouth and then removed the clips and weights from his body. He hissed when he looked at Duncan's ass. "You'd better stay here a minute boy. I need to get Sommers so we can do some first aid. We don't want you bleeding to death," Malloy said and mentally, I thanked him. Duncan's condition was what worried me most. I knew that Duncan's body was aching and screaming for release from its confinement but I also knew that it wasn't advisable to move him until something had been done to staunch the flow of blood from his injured rectum. Malloy returned with Sommers, who was carrying a first aid kit. Malloy looked around and found the speculum. "There it is," he said. Obviously Barnes had told him he'd left it out. Pulling on a pair of latex gloves, he gingerly inserted two fingers into Duncan's swollen lips and pressed them apart, drawing a cry from him. "Easy boy, " he said softly. "I have to do this. I need to get you opened up again so that we can pack you to stop the bleeding." As he inserted the speculum and slowly cranked it open, Duncan writhed and grunted in his pain. Finally, he was done and told Sommers to hand him some packing material, which he inserted gently into Duncan's brutalized anus. "I'm sorry boy, but I couldn't put any topical anesthetic on it because it would have been absorbed through your colon and, with the combination of the blood loss, might well have killed you. We'll give you some pain killer when we get downstairs to the kennels." They unfastened Duncan from the horse and eased him to the floor, where he lay, moving slowly in his agony. How I wanted to go to him and kiss and hold him, but I knew I didn't dare. Malloy might have some compassion, but he was an officer of the LEA after all, and would certainly feel obligated to report inappropriate affection between units. "OK 035, help 059 to the elevator," Malloy ordered and I attempted to do as instructed. I stood and tried to pull him to his feet but he couldn't manage it and, being exhausted myself, I fell on top of him. I took the short opportunity to stroke his side to try to convey my love to him for his comfort. But it lasted only a few seconds. When the officers saw that there was no possibility for me to walk myself, let alone assist the injured unit, they bent to help us up. Malloy pulled my arm around his neck and supported me while Sommers lifted Duncan over his shoulder in a fireman's carry and bore him to the elevators. For once, Sommers was gentle. I suppose it was because Malloy acted so concerned about both of us; Sommers "caught" his compassion. Gently, he laid Duncan in the cage and Malloy let me crawl in next to him. They gave him an oral medication to relieve some of his pain and some water to hydrate him, and, after feeding and watering me, switched off the lights. When we'd first come down, the other units crowded to the bars of their kennels, gasping and murmuring at Duncan's condition. The nervous looks on their faces betrayed their fear that they might be subjected to treatment equally brutal. But I knew better; I knew that what had happened to Duncan and me, though I was not nearly as bad off as he, was the result of my own ass's search for connection. Unfortunately, I'd chosen the wrong man to attempt a connection with. And Duncan had paid the price. I lay beside him all night, stroking his cold, sweaty brow and whispering comforting words into his ear, trying to ease his suffering and hold him here with my closeness and the healing power of human contact. In the middle of the night, when the building had gone quiet and Duncan's quiet moans were all I could hear, I swore I'd get Barnes, if it cost me my life. I'd find a way, somehow, to bring him down. And as I thought about that one goal, my mind began to fashion a plan. Yes! I did have a way to do it. All it would take was some careful planning and a well- placed e-mail. Barnes's fall would be welcomed by many and I had the power to do it. I don't remember falling asleep because my mind was whirling at the prospects. But the next thing I knew, the lights came up in the kennels and we units were rousted out of our cages. Duncan tried to stir and for that I was glad. He attempted to raise himself but the best he could manage was to roll over onto his belly. I stroked his back, telling him not to try to move. Malloy came and checked him over. "Stay in your kennel, 059", he said. "I'll get you some special chow and some additional fluids. We need to get you well before we put you back to work," Malloy said with a worried look on his face. "He'll be all right," he said to me as I crawled out of the kennel. "We'll have him back on his feet soon but today, he just needs to rest." "Thank you sir", I said and went for my morning cleanup. I pissed and shat over the drain hole and then took my morning cleansing enema from Renault. He and I shaved each other, checking carefully for stray hairs and stubble and, when we felt ready for inspection, dried and presented ourselves to the officers. I tried to be gentle and careful with Renault because I knew that he wasn't fully indoctrinated into life as a unit and was still acutely humiliated by the loss of privacy and dignity. He smiled wanly at my attempts at compassion and mouthed an "I'm OK" to me. After inspection, we were fed and watered and the new recruits were taken away for further training, presumably to spend their day under some managers' desks or being fucked by horny office workers. Advanced skills would be taught later at the Center but these new units were still being broken as part of their initial induction into their existence as LEA units. I dressed in my "uniform": the sheer white shirt that displayed my tits so prominently and the thin black slacks that did more to reveal my genitals than wearing no clothes at all would have done. I pulled on the loafers (no socks) and followed Malloy to the service elevator. He delivered me to my cubicle, reported said delivery to Barnes's assistant and left. I turned on my computer and began my work under the assistant's bored gaze. After a short time, he lost interest and incentive to watch me and left to attend to his own work. Now was my chance. I knew what I needed to do and did it quickly and efficiently. Using hacking skills I'd last used in college, I laid down a false trail and opened an e-mail account on an ISP that would not be easily traced back to me. It wasn't fool-proof, but I figured the prize that I would make available would be seen to be much more valuable and appealing than a lowly LEA unit. They already had me; what else could they do to me? In reality, I knew what else they could do to me and didn't want to contemplate that possibility too much. But I didn't really care either. If I couldn't be with Duncan and live in peace, albeit as a slave, I preferred not to live at all. And Barnes had already placed Duncan at death's door. So we had nothing to lose. I composed a message with the necessary hints in it, include the name of the banks and an account numbers and sent it off. Having done the deed, I sat back in my chair and breathed a quiet sigh. I figured that whatever happened, it shouldn't take too many days to see the results. The results only showed me how poorly I'd underestimated the Authority's desire for vengeance. To be continued.