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Chapter 4: Holly in After Care
Holly's eyes fluttered open. She saw a pair of blue eyes in a face framed by a blonde pixie cut.
"Kelly," Holly exhaled the name more than she spoke it. With her eyelids at half-mast Holly looked around the room.
"How do you feel?" Kelly asked.
"Foolish," Holly giggled. "Wrung out. Foolish. When will I learn? If Hank tells me something, I need to listen. This time being proven wrong was fun, though. All of Hank's lessons are fun."
"Can you sit up? You've been napping for over an hour. There are some people here." Kelly helped Holly sit up. "Still woozy?"
"Oh, yeah," Holly's voice sounded as if she were in slow motion. "I could get addicted to this."
"You are addicted," Kelly cupped Holly's breast. "Your nipples just crinkled."
"You excite me."
"Comes with being enthusiastically bi."
Holly laughed.
"Ouch! That hurt my head. The room is spinning slower." Holly drew in a deep breath and let it out. "Help me stand. I'd like to see the people. What time is it?"
"Almost eleven. We eat lunch soon."
"Good. I get the munchies after sex—even fake sex. I thought they took my slave control implants out."
"My implants are still in too," Kelly helped Holly to stand. The two women embraced. "I got my Jakefield for my 19th birthday. Hank's Dalton Modular System couldn't get approval. Hank designed it so that the part that picked up and processed signals were replaceable. The coded signals that allowed my master to make me come or scream in pain. He could make me freeze in place—"
"Why?"
"Why what, Holly?"
"Why did you get a Jakefield? Slaves are required to be under control at all times. The only required implant is that slave tracker." Holly inhaled deeply and shuddered. "Kelly, they lied to me. I suppose my slave tracking insert is still inside me, too."
"Yes, I checked. I had your old ID." Kelly was running her hands over Holly's body. "I miss you. I forgot that all I needed to do was dial your slave ID up and give you a call. They are supposed to remove the codes from the database. It doesn't work that way."
"You dodged my question. You only had to have that RFID chip installed. You got the full slave control hardware. I got full control because that is what my agency required." Holly choked back a sob. "They LIED to me. Why?"
"The Jakefield is easy to install, but difficult and expensive to remove. It is self-repairing. Hank told me that the Jakefield would last a thousand years." Kelly kissed the younger woman on the lips. "I wanted to fully submit to Hank. He made be become a full citizen. I'm in charge of the data department. I've already told you about my mother. About getting married as soon as it was allowed. That was the best thing that ever happened to me."
"Yes, I'm jealous. Full submission?"
"Yes, Kelly. On occasion I'll hand Hank my controller and have him do me. You know what it's like. I was his slave for six wonderful years. I gave Hank his first-born, Theodore. And I know all of his secrets."
Holly laughed.
"Really, Kelly?"
"You remember Larry Jones? When he first came here I learned why my husband had turned this place into a fort. You recall the evacuation drills we do once a week?"
"I can't forget. What happened?"
"Someone tried to kidnap that high school teacher. They tried three times. One time was at the brothel. I know my husband's secrets, Holly—but what happened to the surviving kidnappers wasn't Hank's secret."
"What do you mean?"
"Somebody was bending the law to enslave innocent people. It is much easier to enslave someone for debt than for crime. They went overboard with the debt enslavements. A criminal case has many oversights built into the process. When you are enslaved for debt, your new owner can sell you to someone else, he can have the public records suppressed for 'corporate proprietary information' reasons or to protect the citizen's personal privacy."
"No, that' not right! I know the law, Kelly. They have to allow reasonable examination of slaves that are used in industry. We investigate claims of abuse to domestic slaves. Our ability to protect the slave is limited. We rely on the basic human decency and enlightened self-interest of the slave owner. A slave is a capital investment. A Jakefield cost $3500 and having a veterinarian install it can cost $500. I don't know about the others."
"Somebody is enslaving people nationwide that don't belong in slavery." Kelly sighed. "We don't know who. Reform measures are blocked because only inferior people become slaves."
"Yes, you and me are inferior. Kelly, stop that!"
"You like this," Kelly gently manipulated Holly's labia. "Would you do me a favor and shave when you take your vacation here?"
"I can't refuse you." Holly stroked Kelly's bald pubis. "He really likes it this way?"
"Your little heart IS cute,"
"Kelly! Quit worming out of the question."
"He's a smoothie nudist, Holly. Hank has this thing about body hair. I know, most people prefer it—"
Holly placed her hand over Kelly's and shook her head. "I only care about what Hank likes. 'Why' doesn't matter. If he likes me bald between my legs, that's the way I'll be."
"I'm sorry," Kelly said when the hand was removed. "It is so hard."
"Yes, I know. You are a natural slave. You live to please. If Hank didn't need you to be a citizen you'd be happy as a full slave. This way is hard. Hank did explain that part to me. You are happy, Kelly, and you do like dominating others—just as long as you can look to someone for guidance. The only way you can bear hurting someone is if your master gives you permission. What's going to happen to you if you out-live Hank? I know he's made plans."
"I'm going to become Theodore's until he finds someone to take care of me. Ted is so much like his father that I can happily spent the rest of my life with him." Few things could make Kelly blush. "I mean with him owning me."
"I know what you mean, Kelly. Once I would have disapproved." Kelly's chin quivered at Holly's words. "I understand now. You need unconditional acceptance. You need someone who you can dedicate you life to. Hank unconditionally accepted you and you give him everything."
"Yes," Kelly said softly, her eyes glistening. "I was so lucky that Hank took Mom and me in."
"Taking people in," Holly mused. "Damn it, Hank! I forgot why I came here because of him!"
"Doesn't Brian know?"
"He was supposed to find out about the refugees hiding out here when I introduced him. But then Hank kicks my feet out from under me—"
"You were crowned Miss Round Heels," Kelly smiled. "The only reason that you aren't a raging nymphomaniac is because you were deprogrammed upon manumission. Unfortunately that genie won't go back into the bottle. You unlocked something when you were with us as Hank's slave."
"Yes," Holly stepped back from Kelly. "You have a need for approval and I found out that I need sex. All this mind control stuff makes me wonder what is real and what somebody put in my head. Not that I mind—except that the Office put me through a blender before they trusted me with the Underground Railroad."
"So Brian doesn't know and he's going to have lunch without knowing."
"I think I can walk on my own now," Holly let go of Kelly and swayed on her feet. "Whew! I could use a drink, but I'd better not. Poor Brian. He thinks he's here for just an orgy. He doesn't know that he's being recruited by the Office."
"Nancy brought us five more refugees, high-profile ones," Kelly said. "They're sitting in the kitchen. You need to tell them what is going on."
Kelly led a wobbly-kneed Holly into the kitchen. Brian was sitting at the table sipping a cup of coffee. Across from him were Regina Harold, wife of the late Senator Benton Harold of Nevada, another naked woman with an expensive slave collar and three nude children in addition to slaves Susan and Nancy. One of the children was Charity Harold. The children had large glasses that were filled about one-third with milk. The two younger girls had milk mustaches.
"Nancy, Susan, take the girls into the next room please." Kelly ordered.
"My slave mother Brittany stays," Regina said. "She's being manumitted this afternoon. All we need are Hank, Ned and Karen."
"Amanda," Hank said from the door as he pushed a waxen-faced Amanda/Karen before him. As was the norm in the dusty nudist commune of Silver Orb, Nevada, the two adults were naked—unless you counted Amanda's handcuffs. "Her slave name is Amanda. Ned is sobering up with Beverly and Emmet."
"Amanda is getting enslaved this afternoon," Regina then nodded at the slave she called Brittany, "Benton wanted you to be freed if he died so that our children would have two adults to act as parents."
"Girls, out," Hank commanded. "Adult talk."
"AW!" the children chorused. They made a big show of leaving. Charity hung back.
"No, Charity, it isn't about sex."
"Okay," Charity hesitated. "I'm not a little kid anymore."
"Will you feel better if I said that this was corporation proprietary information?"
"Yes," Charity smiled. "Thank you, Uncle Hank."
After the children and Slave Susan left, Slave Nancy closed the kitchen door and turned on the kitchen entertainment system. Muted sound filled the room and images flickered on walls and cabinets and appliances.
"Brian, I have something to tell you. " Holly told her partner. "Our slave advocacy agency is cover for a refugee operation. Nationwide the Underground Railroad gives refugees from other countries a second chance at life. Here at Silver Orb they are kept about a year, given new identities and released as Legal Residents. This place is very secure because the people sent here were scientists or politicians in places like the USR. Regina and Charity will leave for the funeral, and they will stay here until Regina has her head together—and until we think it is safe. Her husband was assassinated. Brian, we are only in the hotel business. All we do is make sure that people are safe. Some of them are slaves. Most hide out as Legal Residents with new names and new lives."
"The plan is that Brittany will stay here as a Legal Resident for about a year," Regina explained. "I may or may not remain here. Our three daughters will be safe. The Nevada Legislature said that they want me to take Benton's place. I said I'd let them know the 15th and I was told that sometime before the end of September was fine. Right now I just want to heal up. I may just enslave myself to someone and forget everything. I hurt."
"Amanda and I are going to find out who killed Benton," Hank announced. Amanda whirled around, her mouth open in shock. "Slave Dave was just the tool used. Dave didn't do it alone. Dave wasn't responsible for killing anybody. I have other information that the murder was made obvious and I don't know why. It could have looked like natural causes or an accident."
"A senator? Somebody used his own slave to kill a senator?" Brian sipped his coffee. He swallowed and set his cup down. "You didn't see this in a spy video, did you?"
"No." Hank's simple one-word answer chilled the room. It could have been his stony expression. It may have been that some of the people in the kitchen knew enough to become frightened.
"When do you leave?" Kelly tried to fake a carefree expression—epic fail! "Can I help you get ready?"
"I need to talk so some people," Hank guided Amanda over to Kelly. "Do not leave Amanda alone for an instant. She has sexuality issues."
"Oh, dear," Kelly's face was white. "Why don't you just leave her here?"
"Amanda, inform Kelly of your biological father's identity."
"Ned Saunders is my daddy," Amanda said in a little girl's voice.
"Oh you poor girl!" Kelly exclaimed.
"Amanda's cover will be as my slave," Hank rubbed his hands over Amanda's shoulders and then her breasts. Amanda stiffened up, moaned in confusion. "She told me an interesting story but I don't have time for it now. Just know that she has a Jakefield Unitary System slave control digital bio implant in her body. Right now I want someone touching Amanda at all times. If there are children present, keep the touching G-rated, people! Otherwise, be intimate. Amanda is still a virgin."
"I'm going to have words with Ned," Kelly muttered.
"Your objection is noted, Mrs. Dalton," Hank smirked. "Carry on."
"I've got her," Nancy said. "I've never had a virgin before."
"She's well trained: Amanda is a good girl." Kelly and Nancy nodded in understanding at Hank subtly passing on Amanda's hypnotic trigger phrase that lowered her anxiety. "Amanda, I need to find some information. You need to get ready. I'll see you after you've been enslaved."
"How's that going to happen?" Holly asked. "It takes at least ten calendar days, a cooling of period for voluntary enslavements. You can't just decide 'I want to be a slave, ' pop down to your local notary and get the clerk to enslave you. Becoming a slave is not a small thing."
"M-my paperwork is already in order," Amanda stammered. "I was all set to become Master Hanks slave for medical reasons. I want to have a family but I have some emotional issues. My doctor told me that several years as a slave would give me a family, and if it didn't resolve all of my issues I'd at least have the family I desired. Dad and Master Hank have known each other for a long time and Daddy trusts Hank to take good care of me."
Hank kissed Amanda and Nancy. He swaggered over to Kelly—she rose and embraced him. A long kiss and the couple separated. Kelly hugged herself as Hank left the room.
"I miss him too," Holly embraced Kelly. "Brian, you're quiet. Why?"
"Do you harbor escaped slaves in here?" Brian asked. "We slave advocates are sworn to uphold the law."
"Only if the slave is from Aztlan or the United States Remnant." Holly answered.
"There's no slavery in either country," Brian objected.
"That's because everybody in the USR is a slave," Holly said. "That is the nature of socialism. Aztlan is worse."
"I don't want to break the law."
"We don't break laws here, Brian." Kelly stated. "All refugees here are legally here, just they are here secretly."
"I need you to tell us if you will become one of our refugee minders," Holly told Brian. "Don't worry about telling us no. You will only remember being at our orgy if you decline. There is some risk involved. You might be in the crosshairs of the old CIA."
"What do you mean?" Brian asked. "How will I forget something like this?"
"Drugs," Kelly said. "Hypnosis. You won't be aware that you are missing anything. That way we can keep this secret secure. If you decide to become part of the Underground Railroad, you will be working on the outside. You'll receive additional training so that you can take care of your charges, so that you can protect the refugees until you get them safely here."
"There are Aztlan sympathizers in Capitallia," Holly said. "You will be taking care of defectors with Aztlan government secrets. There are Aztlan assassination teams in Reno. We just defend refugees. Someone else hunts down those kill squads. The work is usually boring, but people can get killed. The danger is real."
"Where do I sign up?"
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