I was the first case in decades. There was a strong debate about my situation. I had earned a hundred times the cost of my education. They couldn't deny me my only wish. The visit I received four years after my retirement was totally inappropriate.

-Skadi?- That was the first time someone called me like this in four years.- We are sorry for coming like this, but we have a situation.

-That name is forgotten. Now, go away.

-How should we call you?

-You should not call me.

-Please, let us explain, at least.

The best part of being a relatively famous fashion designer was knowing all this young and beautiful people with a lot to learn about sex and everything else. The twenty three years old boy who was sleeping on my bed, for example. The worst part was my identity being so exposed. My house, my phone, my face..., everything.

I was free. My tree was adorned with the only serpent Nidhogg in their organization, which symbolized a lack of honor. It began at the left of the trunk and made a full turn up and to the right with its head next to the leaves. Born a slave, always a slave they said. Well, fuck them, my life was mine, at last. They accepted this. They considered themselves honorable, so they must keep the agreement. Their visit was not appropriate. Period.

Fifty two years, one meter sixty five, pale skin, C cups, dark redish hair to just below my neck, still hot, with a little belly. Very hot given the looks I was receiving from the two guys. They were big, strong, one meter eighty, very short hair, black suits with black ties, probably former marines, now mercs. I weared only a maroon sheer silk housecoat long to the top of my knees, with a lot of cleavage. From midthighs to neck I still have some visible scars from the whippings my mistress gave me. A few could be seen when I showed cleavage. I even had a three cm thin line from the right side of the chin's tip going up and right. Whenever someone asks I use to say I have worked with predators in my youth, which is half true. After using depilatory creams everywhere below my neck during near forty years my hair coudn't grow anymore.

-Ok, talk.

-Two slaves are missing. They disappeared a week ago. (read The good education, only in the best websites).

-So what? Ask their master/mistress.

-They were a mom and her asset. The mom was a fully trained slave. Her mistress doesn't know anything.

-Have you punished her?

-There's no point. The mom tricked everyone. Even the bosses trusted her.

-What am I supposed to do?

-You are a Nidhogg. You understand how she thinks.

-Wow, your bosses are very stupid or very desperate.- I said after a short silence.- Ok, I'll think about that and I'll call you.

-We need an answer now.

-Go fuck yourselves, I have real work to do.- I thought a little about all that.- Which is her name, by the way?

-You know her. Obsidian. There is hate between you two.

-Ok...- What a surprise, indeed.

I closed the door of my apartment leaving them in the corridor and began my very needed breakfast while working with my laptop.

-You are retired, so you have free time. I don't have anyone else for this afternoon's photoshoot. Please, Irene (read Becoming, only in the best websites)...- She was talking.- I don't have anyone else because I have money issues. You don't need more money. Can you help me with this?

Coffee, corn flakes, laptop and cell phone is a very bad combination. I had to send my designs to a big clothing company and I was five days late. Small delays are very common but I wanted to earn their trust and more contracts. The guy, whose name I can't remember and who thinks is going to work for me in exchange for sexual favors, was already awoken. He was quite normal, short hair, tall, muscular, not a good conversationalist, long-lasting were I wanted him to be. Irene accepted. With the photoshoot finished I would be able to finish everything in a few hours, and send it to my clients.

-Thank you, darling.- I hung up.

-There was someone on the door?- Said the guy.

-Don't worry about that.



I know them..., intimately. I know the way they think. They weren't worried about two particular slaves, as they had hundreds. It was a matter of ego. I told them I would do it on three conditions and they accepted. First, I wanted the property of the escaped slaves. Second, I wanted them to pay all my expenses during the search plus other one hundred thousand €. Third, I wanted the beast. I had had sex with all of them at least once, much to their pleasure, so, maybe, they couldn't think straight in my presence. Well, fuck them.

A few years ago someone thought about expanding the slave business. The idea was to create super-soldiers. Yeah..., I know how ridiculous does it sound. With an imaginative combination of drugs and torture they turned a poor young woman into a psychopath. She wasn't anymore capable of feeling pain, nor pleasure, and she hadn't free will. On the other side she had very little control of her strength. Partly because of the program's failures, and partly because someone didn't bribe enough politicians, the plan was cancelled and the poor woman forgotten.

I am a fan of the early twenty century clothing style so I use to wear long skirts to my ankles, loose shirts frequently with ties or bows, vests, loose trousers, long jackets, medium heeled leather boots to midcalf, and even hats. Very often I also wear small corsets, or bustiers, and garters with stockings. That day I wanted something comfortable so I weared a ponytail, trousers and a short jacket over the white silk blouse. I was showing some cleavage as I wanted the beast to know I had been also an slave.

She lived below her owner's mansion. They couldn't use her so they put her inside a cell in their basement with almost any human contact. The door was thick, rusty iron. Inside the three meter square cell was a big iron widmill-like..., thing, similar to those used with bovines before the industrial revolution. On a corner was a sewer next to a eighty cm square hole on the wall, closed by a rusty iron door. The door was only a square frame with a few thick bars, hinges on one side and a strong padlock on the other.

-Where is she? And what is this windmill for?

-She is inside the hole. The widmill is for keeping her distracted and tired.

The head of the family, a handsome and slim man in his fifty's, opened the hole's door with his key. He was happy because I was helping him getting rid of the beast. What a motherfucker, he helps destroying her mind and then does this with the poor girl.

-Get out, beast, you have a new owner. You must obey every order she gives you from now on.

She crawled hesitantly. On her head she weared a rusty iron mask with a padlock in front of her neck covering everything except a three cm wide hole on her mouth. She also weared a rusty iron chastity belt, with a four cm wide waist band hinged at the back and an hourglass shaped crotch piece, everything joined in front with a strong padlock. Below her pussy were a few small holes for her fluids. She was thirty two years, six inside that cage, two meters tall, A cups, and totally hairless except eyebrows and eyelashes, because of a permanent hair removal. Her body had whip marks and other types of scars, like small cuts, all around. Much more than mine.

-We feed her with a special paste. The dog bowl and the spoon are inside the cage. She doesn't need to shit, this way.

-Take off everything, please.

Once removed the mask I could see her clear blue eyes and blonde eyebrows. She remained on all fours.

-Good morning. I'm Freyja. From now on I will call you Jotunn, if that's ok to you.

-Ok, owner.- She whispered.

-I'm not owner, I'm Freyja. I'm going to make a may be long trip in search of two women. You're going to protect me and help me, though, I don't think the trip will have any real danger. That's the only thing I need from you. If I ask you for anything else you can say no without consequences. Am I clear?

-Yes, Freyja.- She whispered again. She clearly wasn't accustomed to hear her own voice.

I showed her the big plastic bag I was wearing.

-Take this. Inside there are some jeans, a thick wool sweater, a long sleved t-shirt, some trainers and underwear. They are your size, I've checked. Get dressed, you will shower at my place.- On the other side of the cell was a very dirty hose.

-Thank you for taking care of her. She was a burden.- Said the motherfucker while Jotunn got dressed.

-You don't know how close I am from ordering her to strangle you. So shut up, you piece of shit.- First time I used that kind of words with a member of the organization. It was somehow cathartic.

We went to my place in my small red sedan. She sat on the passenger seat for a while but then she crawled into the the gap below the glove box, as all the lights and sounds scared her.

-Holy shit...- I couldn't believe it.



-The truck carrying Violet crashed in a highway. The male driver cut his own throat with a broken glass. No witnesses. Obsidian was last seen entering the public library a few hours before the crash. After that, nothing. What do you think?

-We ask in the library.- Jotunn whispered again. After taking off the thick layer of dirt in my shower she was enjoying the fried eggs and potatoes I had cooked.

-The crash was near midday, when everyone is eating. Obsidian should have been on the library at least two hours before. We will go tomorrow morning, before the shift change.- I let her finish her lunch. She had some troubles chewing.- Do you have a tree?

-Burned.

-Burned?

-Over the tree the tattooist drew a fire. It means that I'm useless. I'm sorry.

-You're sorry?

-For being a burden to you.- She kept whispering all the time. That last sentence hurt even more her already destroyed self esteem.

-You're not a burden. Your owners were a burden for you. You will understand, eventually. This afternoon we're going to buy you some clothes and other stuff with the credit card those motherfuckers have lent us.

Jotunn didn't have any particular taste for clothing so I bought her some of the typical clothes policemen use to wear in TV shows, shirts, jackets, low heeled shoes, t-shirts, jeans, cotton trousers, nothing fancy. We also bought sunglasses, a wig with hair to just over her neck and some hygiene products. The wig was more for concealing sounds than for fashion.

That night I opened the sofa bed for Jotunn and put on some sheets. She put on a pyjama. That spring was hot and my house was facing the sun. When I woke up I found her sleeping naked below the bed.

-Holy shit...



The clerk was a young man in his thirty's. I was wearing a Borsalino hat, a bun, a long jacket, and an anke length skirt, which seemed to like him. Jotunn stayed next to the door.

-Hello. Perhaps you can help me. A friend of mine came here near a week ago. We both are journalists and are in the middle of an investigation. She is in a holiday trip right now and I cannot talk to her so I want to take a look to whatever she was looking for around here. Look.- I showed him a photo of Obsidian with my cell phone.- Can you help me?

-But..., I cannot tell you this. Whatever your friend looked for is a private matter.

-Come on...- I opened my jacket, so beneath my white sheer blouse were showing the brown bonned corset with half cups and my nipples.- Please. If you do something for me I might do something for you.

-I cannot...

-Come. Let's go to the bathroom.- I grabbed his hand.- I'm going to do something for you.- I leaded him to a bathroom stall.

-I cannot do this...- He didn't seem to be sure about what could or couldn't do.

-Please.- I opened his zipper and masturbated him.- My husband thinks I'm too old and doesn't touch me.- Once he was hard I put my left foot over the toilet and lifted up my skirt. As usual I didn't have any underwear besides garters and stockings.- Please. I need something inside of me.- He spent almost ten minutes inside of me, so, clearly, he could do this.

I cleaned his cum with some toilet paper and looked at the watch on my jacket's left pocket.

-Oh my god. It's so late... I need to go. Tomorrow you can show me what my friend was doing.

-Errr...- His blood wasn't inside his brain.

Jotunn was on the outside of the building waiting for me.

-Did you find something?

-She searched about two girls who where kidnapped and raped two years ago (read What the fuck?, only in the best websites), and talked with them by phone.

-Do you have their address?

-Yes, I do. I know how to pick the lock, by the way.

-Do you? Well, that's interesting. Do you have more skills I should know about?

-I can make apple cakes.

-Even better, but first, we have to do some interrogation.



Before the interrogation we went to a hardware store for a few items. Jotunn opened the door to the girls apartment with a pair of nails. The apartment was bigger than mine. It had two bedrooms and the living room was so big that I could actually walk. From the main bedroom I could hear a humming sound.

One of the girls was there tied spread eagled to the bedframe with short chains from ankles and wrists. Her pussy rings were joined together by a small padlock and a humming vibrating dildo was trying to get out. She also had a butt plug, a ball gag, a blindfold, and a big headset. Her hair was cut like Halle Berry's in X-men 3, long to mid neck with a fringe long to her eyebrows. She was not covered so the other one should be close. Clearly, they were playing some sexual games. I only needed to interrogate one of them so I closed the door, sat on the couch and waited for her friend/lover/whatever.

A few minutes later the brunette arrived with fresh bread and some other goods. She weared tight jeans and a thin blue sweater which allowed to glimpse a strange curved line between her tits. Her hair was cut to just below her ears. Jotunn, who was next to the door, closed it. At the other side of the door, on top of a low table were a pair of steel shackles which were going to be very useful. More useful than the duct tape we had bought.

-Who are you and where is my wife?- She tensed when she saw Jotunn.

-Your wife? She is where you left her, darling. She may be cold, you should cover her so we can talk a little.

-Talk a little?

-A short chat.- I smiled trying to make her feel more comfortable, but I failed.

She covered her wife with a sheet, shut down the dildo and kissed her on the lips. The other one moaned.

-A short chat...- She said.

-A short chat.

She went to the kitchen area, separated from the living room by a short bar like those on the pubs, and left the purchases.

-Ok, let's chat.- She said.

-A week ago you knew a woman and a teenager, who, surely, told you a very interesting story.

-I'm not sure I know what are you...

-They are property.- I cut her off.- My property. I want them back.

-I was property once (You're lacking info? Read What the fuck?, only in the best websites). I don't know what you're talking about, but I'm surely not going to help you enslaving anyone.

-You are brave, indeed. But you are terribly wrong. You're making a huge mistake.

-Yeah? Why is that?

-You know them. You helped them. They are mine. I don't like thieves.

-You don't? Well, I don't like you. Get out of my house.

-If you don't help me I will ask your wife.- I walked towards the bedroom door.

-Don't you dare.- She positioned herself between the door and me with a big knife on her hand.

-Oh, darling. That's a very bad idea.

Jotunn moved very quickly. With one hand grabbed the hand with the knife and the girl's neck with the other one.

-Not so tight, darling. You're going to choke her.

I undressed her and joined her left wrist with her right ankle and her left ankle with her right wrist on her back using the shackles. Then we made her lay down face up on the floor over a carpet.

-Wow! You'r very well adorned, girl. The thing between your tits is a chain.

-Fuck you.

-You keep making mistakes, piss guzzler. Do you want my piss? Will you be more talkative?

-You are not listening. Fuck you.

-You pussy says I'm not allowed there, also is padlocked, so neither I can very kind. I can try, though.- I kissed her softly on her mound, navel, nipples, neck and lips.- I like your piercings. You're very sexy, you know?

-Thank you. Now release me and get the hell out of here so I can call the cops.

-Ok, look.- I caressed her curious scar around her belly.- We are breaking in. Not cool, I know. You think we are going to harm you because Obsidian told you that she knows dangerous people, which is true. But my friend here and myself are not dangerous people. We are the non dangerous people. Obsidian and Violet are mine. But I'm not going to harm them and I'm not going to harm you. I'm going to save them.

-You must think I'm stupid.

-You're behavior so far has been really stupid.- I made a pause.- Ok, where are the keys? Your trousers?

I released the blonde and gave her the knife. Then I kneeled next to the brunette.

-Darling, please, put the knife on my neck. Jotunn, don't move.- I asked to the blonde and she did it.

-Dido? Is this a joke? Are we celebrating something?- The blonde was shocked.

-I'm not going to harm them. I am their best shot to survive all this. If you don't believe me..., then..., come with me. Help me find them. Or you kill me and take your chances with my friend here. I don't know what will she do, I really don't.- I said.

-Dido, what's happening?

-Sam, really, I'm as surprised as you are.- The brunette was too shocked for being tense.



-Freyja, can I ask something?

-Of course you can, darling?

-Were you honest? Are you going to punish Obsidian?

Mother and daughter went to a small city about two hundred kilometers south, in case the info given by the two women was correct, so we were driving there. Jotunn managed to stay seated on the chair.

-I need something from her. She does what I want and everyone is happy.

-What about me?

-What do you want?

-I... I don't know. You are my owner. I will obey you.

-Thank you, darling. You're very kind.



Near the entrance of the city there was a cheap hotel. Obsidian would very likely stopped here. We parked near and got in. On the desk was a man in his sixty's reading a book.

-Excuse me. I'm looking for a friend of mine.- I showed her the picture in the cell phone.

-I don't know her.- He said without looking the phone.

-But you didn't even look.

-I cannot talk about my customers.- He looked at me.

-Come on. Surely I can convince you...

I was about to unbutton my jacket when Jotunn grabbed my arm and signaled something with her finger. It was a bulletin board with job offers. One of the advertisements was one of those whose phone numbers could be teared off. It was for cleaning a retaurant and a piece of the paper was missing.

-Thanks, Jotunn.

We went to the restaurant. It was small and cheap, specialized on sandwiches. The owner was fat, with a very dirty and sweaty t-shirt. I showed him the picture.

-She was here, but I didn't hire her.

-Why is that, if I can ask?

-She didn't have experience in this kind of places.- He began to whisper.- Also she was too pretty and my wife didn't want her around here.- He kept with his work.

-Now what?- Asked Jotunn.

-Shit, I don't know. It's late, let's go to the hotel.



Dian is tied spread eagled to two vertical wooden posts separated about one meter and a half. Iron cuffs dig into her skin on wrists and ankles. She's sobbing because of all the beats I've given her with a wooden switch.

-I don't see any blood, Skadi. Do it again, from the beginning. Then you take her place and she will do the same to you.- Says our mistress.

-””I'm sorry, Dian.””- I think, and begin again.

I woke up, and looked at the watch, two in the morning. Another fucking nightmare.

-Are you ok?- Asked Jotunn. The room had another bed but she preferred to sleep below mine.

-Yes, darling, it's only a nightmare. I'm going to take some fresh air. Keep sleeping.

I put on my housecoat and got out of the bedroom. I put my hands over the corridor's handrail. The hotel was three floors, with ten bedrooms each on the same side of a straight corridor. On the ground floor there were a small restaurant and the reception. At my right a tipsy slim man on his forty's walked towards me.

-Another whore? Is there a convention around here?

-What a polite comment...- What an idiot. He kept walking. A idea came suddenly to my mind.- How many whores have you met tonight?

-You are the third one.

-Can I show you something?- No chance, it couldn't be so easy...

-Ok...

He entered my bedroom and I showed him the picture.

-Wow..., not so fast. If you want something from me...

I took his cock in my mouth and sucked him. His cock tasted like a pussy. He had been with a woman.

-I want to fuck your ass.- He said.

I finished lubing his cock and positioned myself on all fours over the bed. He lasted a few minutes.

-So?- I asked him while going to the bathroom to clean myself.

-I've seen her.

-Where!?- So close...

-Third floor, door twenty seven.

-When?

-Like thirty minutes ago.

-Jotunn, get dressed, quickly.- She came out from under the bed.- Door twenty seven.

-What the? What is she doing down there? A bald giant woman?- She didn't wear the wig while sleeping.

-Shut up and get out.- I put again my housecoat and took something from my jacket's pocket.

He got out still confused. I ran to the third floor while Jotunn in a pyjama closed the door with keys and followed me a few meters behind. I knocked at the door and opened a sad and tired gorgeous woman in a nightgown.



-It's been a lot of time, Dian.- We were sitting around a small cheap rounded wooden table.

-Skadi... My friend, my enemy.

-I've been looking for you. Where is Violet?

-And you have brought the beast. Wonderful.

-Her name is Jotunn.

-I'm not going anywhere with you.

-I've made a deal. You're mine now.

-We are going to fight, Skadi. You won't take us alive.

-You still hate me.

-You broke your promise. I didn't know how treacherous you are. You convinced our mistress to cut off my clit. You ruined my life.

-Did I? Being a professional whore like me? That's what I ruined? Or being a mistress like that psycho who trained us? I didn't want that for you.

Violet came out of the bathroom wearing only a towel and hugged her mother. They kissed on the lips as usual.

-Freyja!? What are you doing here?- She hugged me.

-You know her?- Asked Dian.

-I knew her a few months ago. She said that she was an old friend of yours but you were mad at her. She told me a lot of things about you.

-What kind of things?

-Very good things. That you were so beautiful. That she loved you. That you are powerful.

-I've met your last client. I like your taste.- I said to Violet.

-Oh, shit... How did you...?- She was ashamed, her cheeks reddened.

-Don't worry, darling. Your mom and myself did much worse things at your age. Do you remember what I said the last time we talked?- I asked.

-Every word. You said: “Your mom is getting old. Sometimes old people forgets something important and youngsters must make them remember. Please, don't let your mother forget how to fly.”

-So you cut my wings and then you want me to fly?- Asked Dian.

-Did I cut your wings? That's strange because you're flying right now.- I said.

-Skadi, seriously. Go fuck yourself.

-I'm getting old, Dian. I feel tired. I don't feel capable of making anything on my own. Here.- I put a twenty seven cubic cm box on the table.- You hate me. That's your weapon. You can save me, or you can ruin me. Your choice. Either way, Jotunn, Violet and yourself will be free.

-What the hell are you talking about?

-I'm here for this. I wanted to give you this.

She opened the box. Inside was a golden ring.

-A ring. You're here because you wanted to give me a ring.

-Jotunn, darling, Dian is going to be nice to you. Whenever she is nice to you she is your owner. If she is not nice then you can do whatever you want. Understood?

-Yes.- She said.

-I'm a fashion designer. I need models, but sometimes I cannot pay them. Our owners made me pay almost all my money for my freedom. I live in a one bedroom apartment I can barely afford, but big enough for the four of us. We all win. You only have to say yes.- I said.

-Yes to what, Skadi?

-She's not Skadi, she's Freyja, right?- Asked Violet.

-Not with your mom, darling. Your mom is going to decide who am I.- I said.

-Because she's is powerful.

-That's right, darling.

-You're very clever Freyja. If we are yours, our previous owners cannot touch us. And if you die, and I don't want it to happen, then we are free.- She hugged me again.

-How is that even possible, Skadi? How many lies have you told my daughter? And what the hell do you want with that fucking ring...?- She realized.- Holy shit...

-I promised you I would set you free, my friend, my enemy, my love, my sister.- I said.

-Shut up.

-You only have to forgive me and say yes.

-You tortured me. You lied to me. You spat on me. You left me alone! Shut up!

-As you said, I'm treacherous.

-More than twenty years of hate, Skadi. Twenty years!!

-Then punish me. Take me to a surgeon. Whatever you want. My terms are clear. You two work as models. We live together. Nothing more.

-Twenty years. Four years from your liberation. Why? What took you so long?- She was crying.

-I was waiting for you, my love, my enemy. Skadi is a hunter. I needed you to fly.