Total Control 3: Downfall

by Alan Horn

  24 May 1913. Scotland Yard

  "So, Sgt. Has WSPU taken the bait?""No, sir. Not yet. We have continuous surveillance on the all the WSPU places we know about. No meetings yet. Mary Stanton told us that Miss Johnson passes messages to her contacts through dress shop ads. The first ads after our canary trap will be out today. We know a few phrases to look for.

  ...

  Sgts. Saxby and Vines entered CI Travis' office. Sgt. Vines said, "we have something sir. the dress shop ran an ad in the Times today. It has several key phrases in it. One is for 'meeting,' another for 'urgent,' and a third for 'personal.' Lt. Hotchkiss believes Miss Johnson is telling some of her secret operatives to meet with her. He recommends we keep a close watch on the dress shop. Identify everyone who visits, and make every effort to hear what they say. Sgt. Saxby and I concur, sir.

  "I agree. Make it so."

  "Thank you sir." They left.

  26 May 1913. Scotland Yard

  Lt. Hotchkiss, Sgt. Saxby and Sgt. Vines enter CI Travis' office.

  Lt. Hotchkiss said, "Sir, we have serious information. We watched the dress shop and several wives of government officials visited it yesterday."

  "Well, that may have political ramifications. Who was it and what did they say?"

  "First we have the Viscountess Haldane, wife of the Lord Chancellor. She entered the shop at ten am yesterday. She went into the back room and spoke to Miss Johnson for only a few moments. Miss Johnson asked if her visitor had any information on the three women we questioned. Lady Haldane said she did not and would broach the subject with her husband. Then she left."

  Second, Lady Pamela McKenna, wife of the Home Secretary, entered the shop at eleven thirty am. She too had a session in the back room with Miss Johnsen. Miss Johnsen asked about the three women. Mrs. McKenna said her husband said something about a final solution for the suffragettes. She too promised to ask about plans for them.."

  "Third, and most serious, Lady Alice Isaacs, wife of the Lord Chief Justice visited the shop. Like the others, she and Miss Johnsen met in the back room. Lady Isaacs said her husband was not happy with the cure for the suffragette problem. He thought the discussions were having a lessening effect. While he deplored the WSPU's tactics, he thought the government had gone too far. It had taken a step that couldn't be undone. He said it was an offense against the government's integrity. Execution or deportation would be more just. She had no specifics but also said she would ask."

  Travis said, "Well, gentlemen, It looks like we will have some political implications here. Mr. McKenna seems our most likely starting point. He sponsored the idea to release prisoners early to deal with the militant suffragists. It would kill his career if it became known his wife was conspiring with those suffragists. Tomorrow I shall visit Mr. McKenna and explain his options. I will show him how his career won't suffer. All he has to do is let his wife learn the suffragists are being deported to, say, the Falklands. Then his wife becomes our agent and has broken no laws.

  29 May 1913. Emmaline Pankour's Home

  "Miss Johnson to see you, ma'am."

  "Thank you Maude, show her in please." Ingrid was sitting on the sofa next to me. She was reading a book and was fully clothed. Her hip was touching mine.

  "Emma," cried Adeline, "I have some conflicting information. One agent reports waht's done to the girls is worse than deportation or execution. Another thinks they are being deported to the Falklands. Of course everything I get is third hand. There is a lot of room for exaggeration. At least, if they are being deported, I know where they are going. I've read about that place. Its cold and barren. The only thing they can raise there are sheep. We've got to do something. We have to tell the world."

  "Settle down, Addie. Tell me what happened."

  She calmed down and said, "Mrs. McKenna came into the shop today. She learned that the convicted suffragists were being deported to the Falklands. Her husband said they needed more people there and it got the dangerous militants out of the country. A couple of days ago, Mrs. Isaacs reported her husband was unhappy with the treatment of the girls. Said it was worse than execution of deportment. Both of them can't be right."

  "This could be a trap, or just bad information. Certainly we have to warn the action committee. They are the only ones in danger. The members who don't break the law are safe. Send out the warning signal as soon as you can and call a meeting at HQ in a week. Tell them to arrive one at a time. Have the meeting start at midnight."

  "OK. I'll post the warning in tomorrow's ad. Everyone will see it the next day."

  "All right, Addie. That's good work and thank your informants. Their dedication and courage will let us succeed in the end. Meantime we need to lay low until we develop a counter for this."

  "Emma, its so frustrating. All the years we've worked on this and so little to show for it. Do you think it would be OK for me to spend the night. Its been too long."

  "Of course. I look forward to you staying over. You and Ingrid go upstairs and get ready. Ingrid bring the toy bag when you come down."

  "Yes, mistress."

  Chapter 8 - Abstinance

  30 May 1913. Slave Training Week 3

  Maureen was vanishing into my libido. My training was relentless, from dawn to dusk. I was always chained and leashed. I was required to address all men as “Master” and all women as “Mistress.” Often gagged and blindfolded I learned patience waiting for my next lesson. Endless practicing of submissive positions. Relentless trainers who were never satisfied with my best efforts. The always present whips stinging my buttocks and thighs for minor failures. Trainers always giving pain that turned to arousal.

  This morning I was aroused with the whip, but I was not taken to climax. The trainer just whipped me until my ass was beet red. He never touched me. I couldn't quite come, no matter how I squirmed. I was released unsatisfied. My body ached in gentle agony. I needed to come. I couldn't concentrate on my lessons. I was whipped for my failures more than ever before. My perfect coordination was lost. I was clumsy and forgot almost everything except the aching void in my belly. I needed to come so bad.

  In a brief moment of clarity I saw that the other slaves were having the same problem. The trainer's whips were in constant motion. Correcting problems not seen since the first week.

  After we were taken back to our hall and the trainers had left, I found it was agony to kneel. I kept squirming, trying to get comfortable. I complained to Elizabeth, "I didn't get a climax all day. I hurt."

  Liz replied, " Me too. I don't think any of us got to come all day. Do you know why?"

  I said, "No. They just didn't touch me after I was hot."

  I heard the trainer who watched us walking our way. I shut up. He stopped in front of me. He asked, "Do you have a problem, Maureen?"

  "Master," I said, "I did not get to climax all day. Did I do something wrong?"

  He smiled and said, "No, Maureen. You have learned that pain and pleasure are close coupled. Now it is time for you to learn that you live to give pleasure to your master. You must earn your pleasure. If you are exquisite, your master may choose to reward you. Now be quiet and think how to be exquisite tomorrow."

  31 May 1913. Scotland Yard

  CI Travis, "Well Sgt. DId our trap work this time?"

  "Yes, Sir. The dress shop ad has a danger warning and calls an emergency meeting in six days at WSPU HQ. We'll get them this time."

  "Get your squads ready. I want to see you plans by end of the day tomorrow. I want to go along on this raid and do the honors on Miss Pankour. Good work Sgt. Now I have to go see a couple of Lords with talkative wives."

  31 May 1913. Lord Chief Justice's Office

  CA Travis continued, “so My Lord, we have a problem. Your wife is passing classified information to the WSPU. I know many women are sympathetic to their goals. What concerns me is the WSPU is using crimes and terrorism to coerce the government. They have destroyed many fine homes and public buildings. They say their aim is to avoid killing people.
It’s only a matter of time until they torch a building that’s occupied. The real question is whether Lady Isaacs will help us stop the WSPU. If she will then she will be free of any crime. She would be a crown agent. If not, then she will be convicted of conspiracy and you know what that will mean. Actually, if you agree to give her false information to forward that will be the same. What do you want to do my Lord?"

  His eyes shifted up to the ceiling and to my right. Then he looked at me again. My wife is quite intelligent. If I give her false information, she will see the contradiction and become suspicious. I think it better if we leave her alone."

  "But my Lord. If we do nothing she will be convicted of conspiracy and you must realize the consequences for her."

  "Yes, I do, but the law must be respected sir. Now, if there is nothing else. I have an important meeting. Good day."

  This fox realizes that when his wife becomes a slave, he will get all her property. And she will be returned to him after pleasure training. Evil bastard. Well, it won't hurt our plan, but it won't help it either. I'll go see the Lord Chancellor next. "Good day, m'lord. Thank you for your time."

  31 May 1913. Lord Chancellor's Office

  "...so, m'lord, if you could casually mention something about suffragists and The Falklands. I'm sure this will remove any suspicion of conspiracy from her. She will be a loyal government agent."

  "Chief Inspector, do you believe Miss Ferguson was helping these arsonists?"

  "Sir, many women support the suffragists in principle, at least. We have nothing to show she knew the women she was talking to were part of the arsonists rather than just members. It is just a possibility. If you could mention this today it would be helpful."

  "I shall. Thank you for this opportunity, Chief Inspector. Good morning, sir."

  "Good morning, Lord Chancellor."

  Chapter 9 - Caught

  7 June 1913. Scotland Yard, Interview Room.

  Despite being up all night, her arrest and booking, she looks fresh and inviting. How can she smile like that? She oozes sex just sitting there. I wish we had met before all this silliness started. She looks like she'd set the sheets on fire. Beautiful face and body. Long red hair, nice breasts, tiny waist. I'd love to see her legs."Good Morning Miss Pankour. You look well."

  Travis. He looks pleased with himself. He is a big, handsome man. He must be six-three, and I can see his biceps filling out his sleeves. I wonder how things would have turned out if we had met earlier? He is always controlled and proper with me. He's caught me three times now and he never gloats. I wonder if his other parts match his physique? He moves like a great cat, powerful and controlled. I'd like him to love me. I don't guess that will happen."Chief Inspector Travis, How nice to see you. Of course its only been a few hours since we last met. You were in that horde of angry young men who stormed into our peaceful meeting. By the way, that was quite illegal, breaking into our private building."

  "Ah yes. I'm afraid you were distracted and failed to notice the warrant I showed to several of your women. It was signed by the Chief Justice and was, I'm glad to say, quite legal." I've got you again and you don't know about the slavery sentence, do you?

  "Inspector, are you really going to proceed with this tiring nonsense?" Take me to bed now, you great big hunk. You know I'm going to get out of jail soon. "You know I've been here before and I'm always released after only a few weeks. Our hunger strikes are effective, you know, in a civilized society." It would be nice to see him in private after I regain my health. Before I restart the campaign. I wonder if anything can come of it?

  "Of course I recall your history, Miss Pankour. I have been a part of the most recent few years. But, alas, I, at least, must follow the law. It is to court you must go and it is possible you will simply repeat past history." I don't think so, sweetheart. I will have to be in court as a witness, but I think the best part will be your expression when you hear the sentence.

  "Of course it will repeat. This is my third time through the courts for simply fighting for the rights of women."

  Let's see what she thinks will happen. "I estimate your trial will need at least a month. Your hunger strike will need another month to see you ill enough to be released. Then another month to regain your strength and start all over again. So would you agree it will be three months until I have to catch you again?" I must not show any emotion, no matter what she says.

  "Oh, I don't need to put your courts through all that bother. I and my friends will just plead guilty this week then we can go straight to our protest and lose some weight. Its pleasing to exercise some self control and frustrate the system in one fell swoop. I think you'll need to start looking in only a month. Hardly long enough for a proper vacation, is it?"

  Yes. "Miss Pankour, it is always a pleasure to see you in person. Except for your dedication to property destruction, I enjoy your company. I will try to visit you after the trial." Bet on it, Emma. Soon that will be your slave name and I will own you! "Good bye, Miss Pankour."

  13 June 1913. Kings Court.

  ...

  "You have plead guilty to the charges against you. I find this plea to be voluntary and of your own free will. I will now pronounce sentence. Bailiff, please clear the court of all non judicial personnel. The police may remain. Miss Jones, would you please leave also?

  Miss Emmaline Pankour, you have plead guilty to the charge of conspiracy to commit arson.

  "This is not the first convictions for you. This is a serious crime. The government has a new sentencing option for women who are incorrigible and a menace. Enslavement. This means you lose all human rights and become the property of an owner. Women sentenced to enslavement go to a training facility. They are then placed with suitable owners to care for and use them as they see fit. All property you own becomes the property of your owner. If you are married, the marriage is nullified. If you have children, you are no longer their parent.

  I hereby find you incorrigible and a menace to society. You are sentenced to enslavement for life. Take her away."

  I couldn't have heard him correctly. "Your honor, enslavement? You can't do that. Slavery has been abolished over a hundred years ago."

  "Miss Pankour, the government reinstated slavery for females who repeatedly commit serious crimes. This is you."

  "But,..."

  "Silence. Bailiff, gag her if she continues making noise."

  13 June 1913. Kings Court Holding Cell.

  Emmeline Pankour Travis, although she didn't know it yet, sat alone at a table in a large cell. Her hands were cuffed behind her. She looks scared, but even more beautiful. What is there about a feeling of despair that makes a woman beautiful? Is it a survival mechanism so men will care for them?

  The guard opened the cell door for me. I walked in and sat next to Emma. I didn't touch her.

  Travis! Maybe he can help. This can't be happening to me.

  "Hello, Miss Pankour. I see that events did not proceed as you expected."

  "Inspector, what does this mean. What is going to happen to me?"

  "May I call you Emma? I think we are beyond titles now."

  "Yes, certainly. Call me Emma. I don't know your given name."

  "Its John, but since you are now a slave, I think you should call me 'Master,' don't you?"

  "I am not a slave. I'm a free, powerful woman. This is my time. Women are finally being paid what they're worth. And I am responsible for much of that. They can't do this to me. I refuse to submit."

  "Emma, you've been sentenced. The government will enslave you. You have repeatedly broken many laws. You've made innocent people homeless. Did you think there wouldn't be any consequences?"

  "John, can't you see. I'm a good person. I'm trying my best to help the downtrodden. I feel so helpless, locked up in this miserable cell. Not knowing what's going to happen to me and my friends. I'm responsible for getting them into this. I was the planner the leader. Punish me, not them."

  "Emma, even in your distress you are beautiful. Know
that I am not responsible for any of this. If I had my way, I would take you away from this. But I cannot. Your friends earned their punishment by deciding to commit the crimes you planned. They could have refused and been non-violent as so many of their compatriots have. Now Emma, you may call me 'Master.' If you choose not to now, you will soon."

  OK,...Master." I find that comforting, somehow. It makes me feel like I'm not so alone. Does it mean he'll take care of me? "Do you know what will happen to me?"

  "Yes, I do. But I cannot give you any details. Two things of significance I can tell you, though. First, you are now my property. I own you. Second, you will be taken to a secret facility where you will be trained."

  "Yours, did you plan this? Are you responsible for my enslavement?

  "Emma, my love, I had no part in planning this. It is a new secret action of the government decided far above my head. In a way, you caused it. WSPU has been poking at the government for a long time. There are always consequences to actions. Sometimes not what you want.

  The government decided violent women had more freedom than was good for the country. Your hunger strike tactic was the final straw. Now female repeat offenders are made slave. Once a woman is a trained slave she is either given to a man or sold at auction. Someone above me decided you should go to me as a reward for stopping your group. You have no choice. You actually have no more choices in anything. If this doesn't work out for me I can sell you or give you away. Later today you will be taken to be trained. You will likely see your friends there. Although there are several facilities they could go to. "