Epilogue
Life went on at the chateau, with no major changes to the regime, for year after
year. Whores came and went on a fairly regular basis, as did sluts, although
less frequently. For John and June, the pain slaves, however, nothing really
changed. The vivid imagination of the Master, and his staff, did mean that new,
and more and more bizarre activities were dreamed up to torment the pair, and to
add to their sense of submission.
As the tenth anniversary of June's and John's captivity at the chateau
approached the Master informed them that he was going to replace them with a
new, much younger pair of slaves. The Master, as was his wont with slaves who
had outlived their tenure, proposed to look after the pair, both financially,
and, if at all possible, from the point of view of lifestyle. Now, while John
and June were both approaching thirty years of age, they were by means losing
their natural physical beauty, but, of course, it was inevitable they would,
relatively soon, begin to show signs of their age.
The Master was not surprised when the pair of slaves begged to be sold off, so
that they could remain slaves in every sense of the word. They were not
interested in becoming rich, and living a normal life in their retirement. In
fact, their mature masochism was so deeply ingrained in their psyches, that it
would have proved impossible for them to exist in the normal sense. They would
not have known how to make their own decisions on an every day basis, and would
almost certainly deteriorate, both physically and mentally, rapidly, until they
pined away.
The Master reviewed his options. He could, of course, place them permanently on
the prison islands, faking some serious crime for which they would have been
sentenced to life without parole. But this assumed that he would always win the
contracts to run the establishments, not necessarily a guaranteed outcome. There
were also other reasons, of prison discipline, that mitigated against this
option, so a new solution had to be found.
At first the Master canvassed the wealthier individuals among the chateau's
membership, hoping to find one who might accept John and June on a lifetime
basis. He had a couple who showed interest, but was not satisfied with them as
long term slave owners, who really understood the responsibilities associated
with such ownership. The Master was beginning to despair of ever finding a
suitable solution when the answer to his problem suddenly occurred to him.
Among the many enterprises the Master was involved in, some strictly legal, and
others certainly on the wrong side of the law, was a shady smuggling operation
that he conducted in conjunction with an outlaw motorcycle gang. This was no
ordinary motorcycle gang. It had been in existence almost from the time that
motorcycles had first come into existence. The gang had always funded their
existence through illegal smuggling, and had not been too fussy in choosing what
to smuggle.
In fact, the Master had first become aware of them when their leader was serving
time for trafficking in illicit drugs in his prison facility. The Master spent
considerable time in planning future operations with the leader. He began by
persuading the man to drop drug trafficking altogether, reasoning that this
activity was always going to have his gang in conflict with the law, and that
the cartels would always give up gang members whenever the scene heated up, and
it became necessary to sacrifice some traffickers for publicity purposes.
The gang leader understood the risks involved in trafficking in narcotics, but
had always accepted them because of the lucrative nature of that business. He
was, however, particularly incensed that the drug lords had had the temerity to
actually give him up to the law, rather than a member, or members of less high
profile in the elicit trade. It was easy for the Master to convince the gang
leader that less high profile contraband, such as diamonds, gold, and other such
merchandise, was much easier to move over borders, and was equally as lucrative
as drugs in the long run.
Having convinced the man that he and his gang should work exclusively for him,
the Master set about ensuring their complete loyalty, and that they would follow
his orders implicitly. The first of these objectives was actually relatively
simply achieved. The gang leader had been sentenced to fifteen years, so the
Master would have to find some means of getting him released. He came upon a
plan to do this, with his normal imaginative initiative.
He knew that the gang leader thirsted for revenge on the drug Lord who had
betrayed him. The Master also knew that the drug enforcement agency was
completely corrupt. He knew that other law enforcement agencies were sick of
both the profile of the drug cops, and their seemingly untouchable corruption.
The Master conceived a plan where the gang leader would roll over on the
cartel's leadership, in return for immunity, and immediate release. However, he
would not go to the drug agency, he would deal through police intelligence
instead, known bitter enemies of the drug cops.
The plan was immediately put into effect, and with spectacular results. It
resulted in the most famous drug trials in the country's history, including
heralding a clean out of drug law enforcement corruption. It also meant, of
course, that the leader of the motorcycle gang became organised crime's most
sought after target. There were many attempts on his life, none of which were
successful. In fact these attempts resulted in many more crime figures being
imprisoned, until even the crime bosses decided to cut their losses, and ceased
to pursue the gang.
Membership of the gang had always hovered around one hundred and fifty, to two
hundred in number. It was an exclusive club, and choose its adherents carefully.
It didn't discriminate between the sexes, or their sexual orientation either,
which was unusual for such organisations. As with most gangs of this type,
however, its members tended to be dominant in nature, and in this particular
gang this tendency was actually extraordinarily accentuated, to the extent that
it was a cultural way of life.
Over the years the gang generally kept on the move, and used sex slaves where
ever they could find them. They had never owned their own slaves, largely
because they were never in one place for long enough, and they had no permanent
base. One thing the drug trade had given them, however, was the money to remedy
this situation, and they had brought a large tract of country high up in the
mountains. This place was so remote, and unlikely, that even the crime
syndicates, when they were still pursuing the leader, had never discovered its
location. This new, and permanent refuge gave the gang the opportunity to have
some permanency, so they could now afford to keep permanent sexual slaves to
cater to their bizarre tastes.
Also, of course, this solution would allow John and June to be kept together.
The deal was sealed, and the masochistic duo were taken to the mountain
hideaway, to begin a new period of sexual slavery. They were kept naked for the
rest of their lives, used sexually by the gang constantly, and were the
recipients of savage punishment and relentless discipline. It was certainly a
comfortable way for two such consummate masochists to spend their twilight
years.
