by M Boratus
“Sally, stop!” Maddow yelled but Shaun had already given her orders not to listen.
Getz shot, but Sally had pulled Butters into the path of the bullet. His vest saved him but the impact knocked both of them back and onto the floor.
“Where’d he go?” Maddow asked noticing Shaun was no longer in the room. As Getz looked around to find him, Sally unholstered Butters’ gun and shot him. He staggered back as the first shot hit him in the chest. The second hit his gun arm. He grunted as he took another step back. Sally shoved Butters off her and took aim. The third bullet went through Getz’s head as he struggled to raise his own gun.
She moved away from the groaning Butters before putting a bullet in his head as well.
Maddow looked at her in fear, waiting for the gun to be trained on him. He had made sure she was trained in several martial arts and firearms in case she had to protect him from police or people after his growing empire. Having her turned against him so easily went beyond any imaginings he’d had. But at that moment Sally seemed to snap to her senses. “Oh my,” she said. “I need to clean up this mess.” She reached down for Butters and began to drag him out of the room.
“Sally, stop,” he told her, but she ignored him, pulling the body and leaving a trail of blood across the carpet. When it became obvious that she was making a bigger mess, she said, “This won’t do,” dropped the body and left the room.
As the initial shock wore off, Maddow realized that the kid had to be found and killed quickly. He picked up the phone.
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Shaun ran out the front door onto the porch. In front of him was the cops’ car to which he didn’t have the keys. The driveway stretched off into the distance, and Shaun was in an unfamiliar part of the city. He instinctively reached for his phone in his pants, but that was with the cops as well. After hearing the gun shots inside, he was pretty sure he’d sentenced Sally to death. Guilt welled up in him, but he couldn’t worry about her now. The cops would be out any second to finish him off.
He rushed around the side of the house looking for cover or an escape route. Seeing no other options, he just began to run, soon arriving at the outer wall which he climbed quickly before running down the street. He’d travelled several blocks before he finally calmed himself down enough to stop and catch his breath.
“Okay,” he told himself. “Maddow has cops in his pocket. Safe to assume there may be others like lawyers, judges, hell maybe a fed or two. Who’s to know? So, what do you do, Shaun? Grab your women and run? We’ve got enough money to live happily for a long time. I don’t want Jessica abandoning her businesses, but we are talking life and death now. Fuck. Where the fuck am I anyway? I don’t know this neighbourhood.”
As the adrenaline finally started to wear off, his broken fingers began to throb. He couldn’t worry about them just then. Getting in touch with Jessica was the priority.
He thought about borrowing someone’s phone, but the only numbers he had memorized were his own and his parents. He chuckled at that. They made him learn it when he was a kid in case he got lost and it was still up there. He made a note to memorize Jessica’s number if he survived this. Then he remembered that he knew where she worked and that number would be easy enough to look up.
A few minutes later after borrowing someone’s phone and googling the number she picked up the phone.
“Hello, Master,” Jessica said after Sachiko transferred the call to her. “Why are you calling on the office line?”
“Lost my phone,” Shaun replied. “We have a problem. Maddow knows we know what he’s doing.”
Jessica gasped. “Master, I…”
“I need you to come pick me up,” Shaun continued. “I’m at… Where am I?” he asked the person whose phone he borrowed. “183 Riverside Drive. There’s a coffee shop. I’ll be outside.”
“On my way, Master.”
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Maddow was happy Sally was doing such a great job cleaning the room. She had wrapped the bodies in garbage bags and thrown them in the bins outside. While she no longer listened to a word he said, she was still working according to her programming, although through some panic. She’d even regained sense enough to put her clothes back on. She’d never actually killed anyone before and that was affecting her, but she knew she had to clean up the crime scene while he called a professional cleaner. He had just gotten off the phone with the man and hoped this could be taken care of before the cops were missed.
His thoughts moved on to Shaun. What was he going to do about that kid? The obvious answer was kill him, but now the question became how? If the kid was smart, he’d be running his black ass out of town at top speed, probably with Jessica and her daughter in tow. Maddow would be content to let them run if that didn’t mean that all the slaves Jessica had brought him were now compromised if she tried to contact them. The issue wasn’t immediate because they’d been programmed to think that him brainwashing them was a ridiculous notion, and Maddow now had both Shaun’s phone and laptop so chances were that Shaun couldn’t use that recording to take control of anyone else. But, Jessica may be determined enough to try to undo the programming on her friends. That could be both a problem and an opportunity. She’d have to meet them and he could have people watching each potential target.
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“He tried to kill you, Master?” Jessica exclaimed. “I will drive there right now and end him!”
“No, slave,” Shaun said, trying to calm her as she drove. “I don’t want you in danger. He has cops working with him. Two are with him now.”
“So what do we do, Master?”
“We, ugh,” Shaun grimaced as his hand bumped the door.
“Master!” Jessica yelled. The car swerved. “What the hell happened to your fingers?”
“Not now, slave,” Shaun said through gritted teeth. “Eyes on the road. I’ll be fine.”
“Sorry, Master. I just don’t like you being hurt.”
Shaun saw the hurt look in her eyes and put his left hand on her thigh.
“I’m not fond of it either. Sorry I snapped, slave,” he said comfortingly. “It’s the pain.”
“It’s okay, Master,” she said. “You’ve been through a lot. Do you have a plan?”
“Running is the smartest thing,” replied Shaun. “I just don’t want you to lose all your businesses.”
“Why would I do that, Master?”
Shaun looked at her with a shocked expression. “You can’t run your businesses and be on the run.”
She laughed at that. “Oh Master, you’re smart but you’re not experienced. All my businesses are set up to run themselves in case I want to take vacation or if I get sick. And I can run things through proxies without revealing where I am, especially with today’s technology.”
It was Shaun’s turn to laugh. “You’re so obedient and submissive with me that I forget you are such a powerhouse and run your own empire.”
“Your empire now, Master,” she corrected. “Everything I have is yours.”
He leaned over and kissed her cheek. “I love you, slave.”
“I love you too, Master,” she replied. “So, we run? Should I call Amanda? And Abby?”
“Call them,” Shaun said. “But afterwards, I want to check something.”
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The District Attorney’s wife happily sucked on Maddow’s cock while the two men stood in front of each other and talked. Maddow leaned back slightly against his desk
“Must she do that now?” asked the D.A.
“Today has been stressful and I need the relief,” Maddow replied. “I think you know my needs are a priority.”
“I think you’re right,” replied the D.A. “Okay, we’ll have men stationed outside all the homes you’ve chosen within the hour. Can you give a description of the perp?”
“Some tall black kid,” replied Maddow as he reached back and across his desk.
“That’s not going to be enough,” replied the D.A.
Maddo
w grabbed the dossier on Shaun his P.I. had compiled and handed it over. “How about that?”
The man sifted through the contents: pictures, school transcripts, address, parents’ address, financial history, and more. “Working with you is always so efficient,” he said with a smile.
“Damn,” Maddow groaned. “Your wife is one hell of a cocksucker!”
The D.A. chuckled. “She’s been learning from experts. Not just blowjobs but all sorts of sex techniques. Even though it’s fun to bang my sexy admins, now that you’ve converted them for me, no one compares to my wife. It’s added so much to our marriage. Thank you, doctor.”
“It’s my… oh fuck… my job, Eric,” said Maddow. “She came to me to improve your marriage. I… ugh… I improved it.”
That was a lie of course. The woman expertly sucking Maddow’s cock had come to get over the trauma of finding out her husband was banging both his assistants, (although even each assistant didn’t know he was banging the other). Maddow had turned the situation around, getting evidence of Eric’s indiscretion and having her present it to him. She said she’d divorce him and take everything unless he chatted with a therapist about his problem. Eric figured he could sit through a few sessions, convince her he was a changed man, and then go back to business.
He did all three, only he didn’t need to lie about being a changed man. He didn’t feel much different than he had before. Maddow didn’t make him an eager slave like the women, but Eric simply didn’t care who Maddow fucked whether it was his wife, his assistants, his sister, whomever. He felt it was Maddow’s right to do so. He also believed Maddow was in charge, not as a master exactly, but as a boss who you don’t want to disappoint. He didn’t follow Maddow blindly, but efficiently, and he would argue with anything he thought could backfire on them.
“Jesus!” Maddow moaned. “What the fuck is she doing with her mouth?”
Eric smiled. He knew exactly what Maddow was feeling.
“I’m gonna… fill that mouth… right… Ohhhhh!”
Maddow exploded into the woman’s mouth. She shuddered as a wave of pleasure washed through her for pleasing him. Eagerly, she drank down his cum and then gently licked him clean. “I live to serve,” she said before rising and standing beside him.
“You will have to tell me who’s teaching her,” said Maddow. “I want my other girls learning that too.”
Eric nodded. “Honey, forward the info to him,” he told his wife.
Nodding, she sat down on one of the chairs and pulled out her phone to begin looking through her contacts.
“I’ll bring him to you, but after that I can’t know what happens,” said Eric.
“I know. I know,” replied Maddow, who had been phrasing everything as per Eric’s long time instructions. “I just need to talk with him. He’s a bit unstable and I’m hoping to stop him from doing something hurtful to himself.”
“Excellent,” said Eric. “We should have this wrapped up quickly.”
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Gloria bounced happily on Shaun’s cock while he sat in her office chair, her brown hair becoming more and more dishevelled with every thrust. Jessica stood on the other side of the desk with a look of annoyance, not out of jealousy, but because time was precious.
Shaun had made a makeshift splint for his fingers from a letter opener and tape, then swallowed several Tylenols that Gloria had provided.
“Must she do that now?” Jessica asked.
“Today has been stressful and I need the relief, slave,” Shaun replied. “And I think you know my needs are a priority.”
“I think you’re right, Master,” replied Jessica. “Okay, Gloria, does Dr. Maddow keep any recordings of his sessions?”
“Yes… God, yes!” Gloria moaned.
Jessica rolled her eyes. “Master, I really can’t tell if she’s answering me or just moaning in pleasure.”
“Answer her, Gloria,” Shaun ordered.
“Yes… fuck… but not here… right there,” Gloria replied. “If… ugh… shit ever went down he didn’t want evi… evi… evidence!”
“Where then?” asked Jessica.
“At… at his house I guess, but he’s too smart to make it easily acc… accessible. I remember when it occurred to him to… fuck… remove all copies he used to keep here. Oh man! I’m so close. One of the patients almost escaped his control in session and… and… was going to report him. He actually knocked her out and fuck! Cumming!”
Her eyes rolled into the back of her head. Her body twitched. Then Shaun’s eyes went wide.
“Jesus! What the fuck?” he exclaimed.
Worry grew across Jessica’s face. “Are you okay, Master?”
“Yes, but what she’s doing with her cunt?” he exclaimed. “I’m gonna… gonna… Fuuuuck!” He exploded in her pussy and soon she relaxed like a rag doll on his lap, a huge grin on her face.
Jessica sighed. “Well maybe now we can talk more effectively.”
“I’ll answer anything Shaun wants,” Gloria said in a drone. “I live to serve Shaun.”
“Master?” Jessica asked.
“I whispered to her that, the more she fucked me, the more she was showing herself she wants to be mine, and if she came, well, that proved she was mine to happily serve.”
“Master, you already have three slaves to take care of,” Jessica stated. “We’re supposed to be solving problems, not creating more.”
“Sorry, pet,” Shaun said. “But if Maddow has the only copies of his sessions then we have no hard evidence here.”
“You can have mine, Sir,” Gloria offered.
Both Shaun and Jessica looked at her, stunned.
“Come again?” Shaun said finally.
“Fuuuuck!” Gloria moaned as another orgasm wracked her body.
“Motherfuck-” was all Shaun could get out as her pussy clamped down on his cock again. Reacting quickly, he shoved her off his member and his lap. He grunted from pain as he instinctively used both hands, putting pressure on his broken fingers. Gloria didn’t protest when she hit the floor as the orgasm still sent waves of pleasure through her.
“Not that kind of ‘come,’” Shaun said. “I can have your what?”
“You can have my copies,” Gloria repeated.
“You have copies of his sessions?” Jessica asked, still not believing what she heard.
Gloria nodded. “When I first worked here I found out what the doc was doing before he tranced me. I made copies of his sessions in case, you know, shit went bad.”
“You made copies?” Jessica asked. “Why didn’t you report him?” The anger is her voice put Shaun on edge.
“I thought about it, but the money was really good and the clients were all rich bitches who treated me like I didn’t matter, so I thought ‘Why not let him bring them down a peg?’” She paused to scoop some of Shaun’s cum out of her pussy and taste it. “Mmmmm. But when he started taking the sessions home after the big move I couldn’t copy anything so I just have recordings up until then.”
“And he’s never asked you to destroy them?” asked Shaun.
“He didn’t know,” Gloria replied. “I started making the copies before he tranced me and after he did, he didn’t think to ask, so it never came up, and I kept copying the recordings out of habit because he didn’t tell me to stop. Until I couldn’t.”
“Holy fuck,” said Shaun.
“Yes, Master,” Jessica said. “Holy fuck indeed.”
“Gloria,” Shaun asked. “Would you have given me the recordings before I fucked you if I had asked?”
Gloria chuckled at that. “Of course not, Sir. I didn’t serve you then. I liked you but I was loyal to the doc.”
Shaun stuck out his tongue at Jessica.
She rolled her eyes again. “Yeah, yeah, Master. You’re brilliant. Can we get the recordings and go?”
“They’re not here,” said Gloria. “They’re in a safety deposit box. I’ll take you to them.”
“We’ll take you,” said S
haun. “But let’s get going.” He turned to Jessica. “Where are Amanda and Abby?”
“They were on their way here but I’ll reroute them to wherever little Miss Devious’s bank is,” Jessica replied.
“Good girl.”
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“No sign of Abby Miller or Amanda Russo,” Eric said after ending his call. “All the others have been located and are being watched.”
“I expected Amanda to have gone,” Maddow replied. “Abby is a bit of a surprise, if he has indeed taken control of her. I’ve barely started programming her.” He chuckled. “He did a good job of hiding that fact, but it explains why he said he wanted her. What are our options?”
“I’ll have their cars searched for on traffic cams,” Eric replied. “Shouldn’t be too hard to find them.”
“I’m going to have to talk to all the others,” said Maddow. “See if he’s gotten to them. God knows how long he’s been fucking with my business.”
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As they entered the bank Shaun asked Jessica, “Do you bank here too?”
She nodded. “Among others, Master. Why?”
“I have a plan but I need you to withdraw a bunch of cash here so we can pull it off,” he replied.
“Why cash, Master?” she asked.
“If the movies are right and Maddow has more ties in the police force, then they’ll start tracking us using our credit cards and cell phones,” he said. “We need to ditch them all here and go off the grid for a little while.”
She nodded in understanding. “How much should I get?”
“Ten grand,” Shaun said. “Is twenty too much?”
“I have millions in my accounts here. Twenty grand is peanuts.”
“I’ll go with Gloria to get the recordings,” Shaun told her. “You tell Amanda and Abby about the cards and cell phones when they get here and we’ll meet by the ATMs when we’re done.”
“Yes, Master,” Jessica said before she kissed his cheek and moved off.