Master Anna walked through her house.  It was a very nice house, overlooking a lake on the edges of a city.  It was two stories, however it had a full secret floor underneath, along with multiple secret rooms hidden through her house.  She walked to one now, she wore a shirt and jeans today and smiled as she walked up to a bookshelf.  She didn't look strong, but looks were decieving as she slid it aside with easy.  It revealed a hidden door that Anna unlocked, revealing a pitch black but well ventilated room.  There laid a small bed with a single sheet.  There laid a young athletic women with dark olive skin.  She stirred as she awoke.  Her eyes shot opened and she quickly got on her knees on top of the matress.  

"Good morning my slave."

"Good morning Master."  Christen replied, her hazel green eyes looking downward.  She worse simple white bra and panties.  She signaled for Christen to walk forward and she did.  She also wore a simple leather collar around her neck that Master Anna attached a leash to.  She was lead through the house that she had come to know during her enslavement.  She sighed as she walked into her excersie room, she had spent countless hours in here during the last few months going through brutal workouts that Master Anna forced herself through.  There was also a pillar that she was lead to.  She stop a sigh as she was lead to the pillar and didn't resist as Master Anna lifted her arms and then chained them and her ankles to the pillar.  She saw a crop and flog next to the pillar and knew was was coming.

"Now Im expecting a new piece of merchandise I'll have to train to arrive early in the morning.  So we have quiet the busy day of training today."  She looked at her instruments of 'fun'.  "Now we shall begin."


"Good morning I'm Patrcia Prim, you can call me Pat; and this is the news flash.  Mike is out today with a virus so I'll be covering both the weather and sports today."  The camera stayed focused on the young anchorwoman.  She was only twenty-five, but she had gained a huge fanbase by just being joyful and kind hearted.  Her catchphrase 'you can call me Pat' came from when she was trusted into the limelight and stumbled nervously through her first day.  Now the local viewers expected it in the morning.  "Our local baseball team lost again today, shocking.  Keep your heads up boys.  Our boys in pads also lost sunday afternoon.  However our college team did better."  The woman was lovely, with an angelic face and smooth brown skin.  Her mother was from Thailand but she died soon after she was born leaving her an orphan.  Luckily for her she was adopted by a kind priest and his wife and raised to be kind to others.  Today her dark hair fell past her shoulders and had blue eye shadow put expertly around her eyes.  "Fortunately the weather will be very nice.  On south beach the waters are cool and the sun is warm.  However watch for rain tomorrow due to weather patterns I don't have the right degree to explain to you."  She winked.  "Though actually I am smart enough to."

"Good job Patty."  Her boss said chuckling when they went to commercial break.  She rose and stretched before tugging on her blue blouse and white jacket to straighten it out.

"Thanks Dave."  She said smiling.  "Should be a fun new years."  She said smiling.

"Got any plans?"  Dave asked.
She shurgged.  "Not right now.  After I head home I'm going to call my parents and make sure they're all set."
He smirked.  "You know I bet Robby would set you up for a very nice dinner tonight."  He said referencing their fellow news reporter who had an obvious crush on her.

"He's sweet."  She rolled her eyes in a non sarcastic way as she thought it over.  "Maybe, but like I said I'm going to make sure my parents are all set up first."

"So youre heading out after we are done this morning?"  Dave asked sipping his coffee.  Patricia nodded.

"Yep, I'm taking the rest of the day off.  But hey I've been here since four and will be here till eight."  She moved some hair out of her face.  "I'll head home, do a workout, make sure my parents are set.  Will probably add in a nap or two there."  She said with a smile.

"Well you have definitely done well this past year."

"Thanks."  She said beaming a smile.  She had been nervous, she had done gymnastics in college, but a back injury ended those dreams.  But her major was journalism so she decided to go into the news.  When both their anchors left the year before they looked towards their young but charismatic two year intern to suddenly when the hearts of the city.  And she had,  though she was incredibly nervous the first six months.  "Should be a fun new years."


Christen whimpered as Master Anna brought down the flogger again.  This was her training for thirty minuets.  She had her belly and legs flogged and hit with a crop until she called out the other item.  Then she had to endure that.  Her belly and legs stung and burned and her stomach convulsed.
"Flog."  She moaned as the crop hit her diaphram and knocked the wind out of her.  Her belly was tortured often, Master Anna loved it, she had enjoyed the last three weeks as her bruises there were allowed to heal.  Now she had fresh ones.  

"Stay focused."  Anna demanded as the flog was brought down, bringing fresh tears to Christen's eyes.  The mixed girl had had her hair put into a bun which brought more focus to the tear marks on her face.  "Eight times nine."

"Seventy-two master!"  She grunted out as the flog was brought down again.

"Best way to approach possible merchandise?"  She asked.

Christen had to take a moment to gasp for breath for a moment, which just made Master Anna whip the flog harder.  "With charisma master!  You study the target as much as possible, then begin a conversation they would be interested in!"

Master Anna smiled.  "Very good.  You are learning."  She brought down the flog again.

"Crop master!"  Christen gasped out, only to moan as it quickly came down on both her thighs.  She tried to stay focused, she had learn bits during her time here.  Anna was breaking her down in order to create a successor.  She called it 'her most pressing matter'.  She also learned that the slaver company was vast and unfortunately had met with many of them intimately.  

"What are you?"  Anna asked.

"A slave master!"

"Good, good."  Master Anna said looking at her clock.  "You lasted through it, how do you feel?"

"It hurts master."  Christen muttered.  Anna nodded pulling out lotion, she put some in her hand as started to lightly rub it onto Christen's midsection.  She flinched and moaned a bit, her body was covered in sweat and the lotion reduced the burning on her stomach.  Master Anna smiled as soon she was spreading it all over her shapely body.  She then started to squeeze with her nails sending ticklish sensations throughout Christen's body, as well as making her flinch as her bruises were squeezed.  "Haha-master-stahahahp-owthathahah!"  She was to tired and sore to even squirm and could only endure this new tickle torture.

"I really need to tickle you more often."  Anna muttered as Christen continued to squirm around.  Her laugh was beautiful and Anna loved it.  She was indeed gorgeous, and one day she would make the perfect successor.  The tickling didn't contribute in any meaningful way, but Master Anna enjoyed it, and what is the point of have a slave if you cant indulge.  "A think a half hour of this should prepare you for are next training cycle.


"I cant believe we are hiding in an attic Steve.  Its burning in here."  Steve rolled his eyes at Andy, his partner in crime.  "Though I've seen the data on this girl.  Very pretty, tight body.  Reminds me a bit of the latina girl we delivered not to long ago."
Andy smiled.  "Yes Miss Lopez was certainly a treat, I hope her new owner enjoys her, though I don't know that part of the story yet."

"We know who to ask."  Andy said chuckling.  He read their next target's dossier.  "Asian, 25, very bright, college gymnist, tight body looking at her workout photos.  Should be an enjoyable catch."

"No safehouse this time though."  Steve replied.  He too was hot, they had been dropped off shortly after the Anchorwoman departed early in the morning.  They waited for her to return so they could continue with the abduction.  "We get her, put her in her own trunk and drive right to the private jet at the airport."

"Hope we get some fun though."  Andy said smiling.
Steve smirked.  "I get to tie her up this time."  Andy shrugged.

"Fair enough."

Steve grinned as they heard a car pull into the driveway.  The looked out the small window that gave them their view of the outside.  Their target's house was on a side street in a nice neighborhood.  However the area was neither gated, or had cameras put up.  It was a perfect spot for them.  Steve whistled as their target got out of her car.  She looked asian, with a kind of petite, yet still sexy body.  She wore a blue blouse and a black skirt with her white jacket over her shoulder.  "Oh she is nice.  Can't wait to make our sales pitch to her."
Meanwhile Patricia covered her eyes from the bright sun as she smiled and pulled out her eyes from her purse.  Her house was modest but was very nice.  She had gotten it for cheap after she first became a popular anchorwoman.  It was only a single story with a small attic, but she also had a small pool in the back.  Smiling she thought that with it still being warm here even at New Years it might be nice to soak up some sun after a workout.  She had to walk up and manually open her garage door to pull in her car.  Then she walked over and unlocked the door to her house, she didn't notice anything out of the ordinary.  She walked through her living room into her bedroom.  A small twin bed sat in the corner next to a dresser with a radio on top of it.  She sat down and pulled out her cell phone as she started to unbutton her blouse.  

"Hey mother, how are you."  She said talking to her adoptive mother.  She was an older woman but she was still sweet as the day she adopted Pat.  "Yeah I'm only doing the morning news today.  I'm still making plans for tonight but I wanted to make sure you and father were all set."  She pulled of her blouse and put it into the hamper as she spoke.  Up in the attic Andy and Steve watched through a hidden camera they put in her bedroom.  They enjoyed watching as she undressed.  Her body was still athletic from her college days,  her breasts shapely and perky, with her stomach toned and sexy, with some more crunches she would probably have abs.  

"Stop drueling Andy."  Steve muttered chuckling.

"Her or the Lopez girl?"  He asked grinning.

"Hard choice, that senorita was something though."  Steve replied.
Downstairs Patricia told her mother by and opened her dresser as she pulled down her skirt.  Revealing surprisingly thick, athletic legs.  She then kicked off her heals.  She wore a simple bra and panties, nothing fancy.  Pulling out some clothes she pulled up tight spandex shorts that barely covered her panties.  He rear end definitely looked good in them.  Not that she expected anyone else to admire it as she planned on doing her workout in her house.  She then switched over to her spandex sports bra which gave Andy and Steve quite the view.  Then she pulled her hair into a pony tail.  Her tight body was on display as she wore tight spandex shorts that exposed all of her thighs, her sports bra left her midsection and arms exposed.  Turning on her television she switched to her workout dvd.  It wasn't one of those corny ones that had a spunky woman leading her through.  Instead it was just directions with music pumping as she unrolled her workout map.

"Lets go."  Andy muttered picking up their bag with their supplies.  Steve put a hand on his shoulder.

"Let her get a workout."  He said smiling predatory.  "She'll tire herself out.  Not to mention I wouldn't mind picking up a sweating girl with that body."  Andy chuckled in response.  
They waited as they heard the music playing.  After about fifteen minuets or so they nodded to each other.  Downstairs Patricia was getting a workout with different cardio workouts.  Her body was gleaming with sweat at this point and she had gotten quite the workout.  She didn't hair the attic door opening or a pair of men slowly coming down the stairs.  That was until she finished one workout and was transitioning into another one.  She spun around to grab her bottle of water only to see two men dressed in gray and wearing gloves standing in the entrance to her living room.  Her stomach dropped and her heart started pounding.

"What are you doing in my house!"  The thai girl demanded, trying to hide her fright.  The snickering from the two men told her she had failed and she swallowed.  One of them looked like a body builder, she wasn't sure but she thought he had red hair.  The other man wasnt as big, he looked more lean, and mean.  

"Hello babe, may we call you Pat."  The lean one said mockingly.  It was hard for brown rose cheeks to go pale from fright, but this was as close as she had ever gotten.  "You won't scream right sweetie."  Pat nodded, she assumed the bags and outfits meant they were here to rob the place.  She didn't realize she was the most valuable commodity in the house.  

"Good."  Andy said with a grin.  "Because we're going to tie you up."

Pat almost started to hyperventilate.  "What!  No, don't you dare!"  She said trying to slap Andy's arms away as Steve turned up the volume on the television.  Pat struggled as Andy grabbed one of her arms and pulled it behind her back.  She grunted and struggled as she tried to pull her arm away as Steve walked up with not rope or tape, but a pair of metal shackles that were welded right next to each other.  Pat cried out in pain as Andy chuckled at her struggles before kicking her behind her knee, knocking her to the floor as he grabbed her other arm.  

"Dumb move to fight against Andy."  Steve said slapping her wrists into the shackles.  Pat listened closely.  Andy huh?  She thought she could use this information to report the break in.  She grunted and whined as Steve then took nylon rope and forced her elbows together, jutting out her chest and forcing her into an uncomfortable position.  

"Ah that's tight."  Pat grunted.

"Oh hush babe.  It just makes you more desirable."  Steve whispered into her ear as he squatted down behind her.  He took a hand and started running it up her legs, to her belly.  He groped her midriff.

"Get off of me you mmmph-"  Steve took his hand and forcibly covered her mouth, cutting her off.

"Babe I would strongly advise you to shut up.  We are in control here, understood?"  After a moment of heavy breathing Patricia nodded.  "Good."  He enjoyed her sweaty body and rubbed her belly and stuck a finger in her navel.  "Great body you got here."  He said groping her breasts, Patricia moaned in fear.  "Don't worry, we aren't the ones that will hurt you- a lot."  Patricia tried to look over her shoulder.  "Lay down!"  Steve said with a chuckle pushing Patricia onto her stomach.  

"Please."  She said in her sweet voice.  "Just take what you want and leave."

"Oh we intend too."  Andy laughed handing supplies to Steve.
Steve admired her body and slapped her ass.  Patricia squeaked and laid her face in the carpet.  

"Nice rear end you got."  He said groping her there and on her thighs.  Patricia didn't resist as her ankles were likewise shackled and duct tape was wrapped around her knees.  The entire time both Steve and Andy felt up her body.  "Don't cry."  Steve said using a cloth to wipe her eyes as she dug her face in the carpet.  She felt her body being rolled over and Steve picked her up and placed her in his lap with him behind her.  

"Please let me go now."  She whispered.

"Hush, hush."  Steve said running his hands through her silk like hair and cupping her chin.  He held the cloth close to her face balled up, which worried her.  "Now babe."  He said feeling up her midriff and breasts.  "You asked what we were doing in your house.  Well we are here to rob it.  The thing is we are taking the most valuable thing here, you."

Pat's chest started to rise and fall.  "What do you mean, let me go!"  She said starting to squirm until Steve forcibly put his hand under her chin and lifted up and back her head.  

"Hush now babe.  You see."  He kept her head up and acted as though he was inspecting her head and neck.  "We work for a company, a very rich, but very secretive company.  We acquire merchandise for this company.  Merchandise that is very expensive and is a very, very valuable commodity to those who you might considered unsavory.  In short, we are here to acquire you as another piece of merchandise."

"What!"  Pat said gasping before Steve pressed her chin up and almost forced her mouth closed.  "No let me go!"  She muttered with her eyes watering.

"I'm sorry.  But our company is going to sell you off as a slave.  I now you might not of realized that slavers like us still existed, but you will get a real rundown very soon.  Your dossier said you majored in Journalism, maybe your master will let you right a book on it."

"No this isn't righ-mphhhh!"  Steve shoved the wad of cloth into her mouth before taking medical tape and wrapping it around her head, muffling her pleads.  "Mphhh-nophah-plenmphmoh!"  He laid her on the floor to struggle.  

"Though I think your master will me much more interested in using your body than letting you write anything."  Andy said slapping her upper thigh, leaving it red and stinging.  "Not to mention he'll be using your mouth for something other than asking questions."  They chuckled as their latest acquisition rolled on the floor, yelling and thrashing trying to escape her fate.  Her pony tail had come undone and her hair now laid plastered around her face and shoulders.  The steel cuffs were to much and after a moment she stopped squirming and started to cry.

"Ah the five stages of enslavement.  She's in denial and anger now.  Will probably be at bargaining by the time we get her to her trainer."  Steve said as Andy picked Patricia up and putting her on his shoulder were he could feel up her rear.  They then went and walked into the garage were she left her car.  She was still moaning as they opened up her trunk and placed her into it, which brought out more struggles from Pat.  "Enough!"  Andy said slapping her rear end.  He looked at Steve and grinned.  "I'll set up the house if you want to spend some more time with her."

"You bet."  Steve replied as Andy walked off.  He looked at Pat and smiled as she looked up at him with fear in her eyes.  "Oh he's just going to get a suitcase and fill it up with your clothes and valuables.  He is then going to leave a typed out note explaining how you were stressed and wanted to start the new year by going off on your own and exploring the world."  Patricia's dark eyes went wide.  "It may work it may not.  But it will leave doubt in those who thinks you just got kidnapped.  We'll make some calls but cancel them before anyone answers, and your phone will be left at the airport."  Patricia shook her head in denial.  "You won't enjoy your new life, but at least you'll see that people do value you."  He inspected her body.  "I say you are worth at least two-hundred grand."  Steve said reaching down and feeling her body.  He wiggled his fingers into her sides, making her squirm and squeak.  "Ticklish?  Good it raises your value."

"Nomph-hahahmph-ohaomph!"  She said squirming in the trunk.  "Stahph-plehahahph!"  He loved the power and he forced her to squirming as he felt her luscious skin.  She rolled back and forth, he found that her thighs were also ticklish.  

"Ticklish huh."  Andy muttered throwing her suitcase of clothes in the back seat.  "He then got down and replaced the liscene plate on the car as Steve dug his fingers deeper into Patrcia's belly.

"Hahahaha-sthahahahhaphmph!"  She cried into her thick gag.  She now was sweating from her workout and tickling.  Soon however the plate was switched.  

"Time to go babe."  Steve said closing the trunk, leaving her in darkness.  He pounded on the trunk.  "Enjoy the ride."  The pounding made Pat jump.  She was terrified, she couldn't believe she was being kidnapped by slavers.  She had a future, she was planning on starting a family and supporting her parents!  She couldn't believe a shadowy company had come to sell her to international villains.  'These are probably just a couple of crazy loners.'  She thought.  It was still terrifying.  Meanwhile she heard them get in the car.

"We're in the clear Andy!"  Steve yelled as he lifted the garage door open.  Andy pulled the car out as Steve quickly closed it behind them and he hopped in the passenger seat and they drove off.  In the trunk Patricia tried to struggle as the heat made her tired and sweat more.  She tried to figure out a way to get out but she couldn't slip her wrists out.  She tried desperately, hoping the sweat would let her wrists slip out, but they were to tight and the cramp confines didn't let her get any leverage.  

"The airport."  Steve muttered nodding.  The drive was about an hour, the airport was big but they had a pass to the back road that took them to the private hanger.  In the trunk Patricia was shocked to hear planes.  'This company, its real?  How are they not shut down!'  She thought in despair.  Meanwhile Andy and Steve pulled up into a private hanger.  

"Miss London."  They said respectfully with a nod as they stepped out of the car.  That wasn't her real name.  She was in her sixties and British, so the name fit as a cover.  No one but the highest members of the company new her real name.  

"Gentlemen."  She said adjusting her hat.  "I'm flying out but my friend Anna asked me to pick up you two and a acquisition?"  She said looking at them.  

"Yes maam."  Steve said with a nod.  "She is in the trunk."  London nodded and pointed at two bodyguards.  They went over to the trunk and took out the sweaty and barely clad girl.  They started walking to the plane.  

"Let me see her."  She said as they passed.  They placed her down and forced her to stand in front of Miss London.  Pat looked around, her mind not processing everything she was seeing.  She felt her legs turn to jello and her knees became weak.  However the bodyguard holding her up her arms forced her to stand.  A private jet, the bodyguards.  It was all too real.  Meanwhile Miss London picked up her decorative cane.  "Fit, good body."  She said pushing on Patricia's stomach and chest.  "Pretty face."  She said lifting up Pat's chin with her cane.  Patricia was too shocked and scared to resist.  London then motioned for her to be spun around.  "Good thighs and rear."  She said with light strikes of her cane making her jump.  "Strap her down in the merchandise room.  Any of you touch her to decrease your price and you'll be out of a job."  The men nodded and carried her up the stairs.  She smiled looking at the two men.  "Gentelmen, let us celebrate over drinks."

"Oh yes maam."  Steve said, he pulled out Patricia's phone.  "Our plan was to leave her phone in the airport for the authorities to track down.  Will add credence to the idea she decided to see the world."  Miss London nodded.

"Martina!"  She called, a woman who looked to be around thirty came walking over from directing the bodyguards she seemed to be in charge of.  

"Yes Mistress London?"  She asked.  She had an accent and a skin tone that suggested she was from Spain.  She wore a professional looking white blouse with professional khaki slacks, as well as a black leather choker around her neck.  

Miss London handed her the phone.  "Take this to the woman's bathroom and leave it there.  Do not let the cameras see it before hand.  Understood?"  She nodded her straight brown hair staying in place and walked off.  Miss London turned and Andy and Steve as they told the story of how they had made their 'sales pitch' until Martina came back.

"It is done mistress."  She said as she walked back with an aura of power in her step.  Miss London smiled as she showed that being sixty did nothing to put a damper on her grin.  Steve and Andy started as the woman, she might of been a bit skinny for their tastes, but she still had a spanish spice to her.  

"Good, good."  London said with a small nod.  She glanced over and saw Andy and Steve's leers and smiled.  "Martina board the plane now, I am sure you will be able to fulfill these two men's needs and pleasures during the flight."  

Martina straightened her back and performed a curtsy.  "Of course mistress."
London nodded.  "Would you like her to change into something more comfortable?"  She asked with a cheshire cat grin.

Andy smirked.  "It would be a pleasure to be fulfilled."



Christen grunted as she was thrown to the ground again.  She was also in spandex shorts and a sports bra.  Her midsection and thighs were still sore and bruised from earlier, now the rest of her body was joining them.  Anna was teaching her martial arts, the art of capturing 'merchandise.'  So far she had been on the receiving end.  "Now slave you need to improve your reaction time.  I thought soccer would of helped you with that.  Up!"

"Yes master."  She muttered standing up.

"Now try to get me into a headlock."  Master Anna demanded looking at Christen.  

"What master?"  She said confused.

"Your turn, try to get me into a headlock."  She demanded as they stood on a training mat.  She nodded and lunged at Master Anna, she didn't even touch her as Anna reacted with ease and twisted Christen's arm behind her and she forced the olive skin girl into the mat with a knee in her back forcing a grunt out of her.  "Up!"  She demanded standing up.  Its time for sparing.

"Ye- yes master."  Christen replied.

"Oh don't worry you're still years away from being able to hurt me."  Anna replied as they started to spar.  There was no easing into it and Anna did not go easy on Christen.  Though even the redhead was getting tired.  It was almost dawn now, she had forced Christen through 20 hours of training.  When she first started to train her she would of collasped from exhaustion long ago.  Now Christen was able to pick herself up.  Which was good as Anna sent a jab at Christen that she caught, only to have Anna lift her foot to keep her off balance before punching her right in her diaphragm, sending her to the mat.  Christen looked up at the lights, soaked in sweat and tired.  Her muscles in her bruised body were being pushed to her limits.  

"Up."  Anna demanded.  Christen tried to lift herself up but felt her muscles go up and felt herself land back on her back.  Anna sighed and rolled her eyes and extended a hand.  "Come on up."  She said as she helped Christen up.

"Thank you master."  Christen said weakly.  Master Anna swept her leg and shoved her to the ground.  

"Don't mention it."  She said bending down to lift up Christen under her arms.  Anna chuckled.  "Actually do mention it, I would have to whip you otherwise slave."

"Yes master."  Christen said.  Anna flinched as Christen sent out a jab hitting her in the collarbone and sending her into the wall.  Her eyes were wide in shock.

"How dare you!"  She muttered a small smile forming on her lips.  "Did you just strike me when I was least expecting it?"

Christen got herself in a fighting stance.  "You told me that during acquisition I would have to wait and strike at the perfect time, when the target least expected it master."  The mixed olive girl said taking deep breaths.  They assumed their sparing positions until an Alarm went through the building signalling someone was at the door.  Master Anna pointed to the floor.

"Wait here."  Anna said as Christen went to her knees.  She waited a few moments as Anna went upstairs, after a moment she came back downstairs with the leash to her collar.  "Come."  She said as she started to lead Christen through the house.  At the door she was surprised to see two men standing in the front room with a bound and gagged asian woman who was struggling and babbaling in her gag.  "Christen you don't need to know these mens actual names, you can just think of them as Agents X14 and V8."  Christen kept her eyes down but nodded.

Steve whistled.  "Quite the slave you got there."  He muttered, he noticed her bruises.  "Looks like she's had a long day."

"Oh she has."  Anna replied as she picked up a glass of wine she had poured earlier.  She placed it down.  "I would usually asked if you would like to spend some time with her, but I haven't gotten any sleep tonight and I have a feeling this one will take some time to break."

"Oh most likely."  Steve said slapping Patricia's rear and feeling up her midriff causing her to squirm.  "We just put in the ballgag and gave her some water so you don't have to worry about that tonight."  He looked at Patricia's body.  "We also put on some ankle cuffs so she can actually watch."  Anna nodded at the man as she walked over and put a finger on Patricia's china, forcing her to look in her eyes.

"I'm going to break you sweetie."  She muttered.  "Thank you two.  I'm glad London was able to give you two a lift.  She's been my mentor ever since Ellen got me my freedom."  She looked at Patricia again.  "I'll start on you around noon.  You two good on compensation and travel?"

Andy held up a hand and nodded.  "Our accounts are being filled as we speak Anna."  He smiled and put his thumb over his shoulder.  "Company at the airport even hooked us up with a new truck.  Didn't think we were allowed to keep it but apparently its a gift after this last high school latina we captured sold so well.  Is fancy, high tech, has secret compartment to stash merchandise."

"Sounds good."  Anna replied smiling.  "It was good seeing you again."  "Andy nodded.

"Brought back good memories Miss LeFleur."  He said with a bow.

"Still haven't completely moved on huh?"  Anna replied.

"Nope."

"Bye."  She said with a smile, Patricia and Christen were repulsed at this sudden act of-well joking chivalry and friendly joking between the slavers.  Made them seemed more human.  The two men left and Master Anna transferred Christen's leash to Patricia.  "Follow."  She said to Christen as she pulled forward the shackled Patricia.  The enslaved anchorwoman started babbling and moaning in her gag as she tried to get Anna to empathize with her, but Master Anna had lost that ability years ago.  Soon they arrived to a section of wall.  "Christen."  
"You did well today."  Anna looked at Christen.  "Today is going to be a very rare day for you.  You have the day off.  The lights in your room will be set to turn on at noon and I expect you to make your bed by dinner, but you will be able to rest."

"Thank you master."

"I will also bring you a soccer ball as a reward."  Master Anna said.  Christen's eyes went wide as Anna opened a small hidden panel.  It was only two feet high and wide and only six feet deep.  It was were Christen slept for her first few months.  "Get in."  Anna ordered Patricia.  Her eyes went wide and she shook her head desperately.  "If I order you again it will be with a taser."  Patricia started to sob as she got on her knees.  Master Anna then maneuvered her into the tiny sleeping place until Master Anna slid the panel back in place.  Leaving a bound and gagged Patricia in a tight pitch black space.  Anna sighed.  "Lets get you to bed slave, its almost five and I have to shower and then get up around noon.  Though breaking the news should fun."