The next morning she wanted to wear one of the new outfits she had picked out. I didn't want her to wear it because I wanted to go to brunch and it made her look like a hooker. Before I could object Lance said she could as long as she didn't wear panties or bra and if she wore the skirt backward so the full length zipper was at the front. She readily agreed because she thought Lance wanted her tits and cunt to be readily available to him. The top was just a strip of white cotton with elastic at the top and bottom. for the bottom she wore the white vinyl mini skirt. Both of them were too small for her. The top showed a lot of cleavage and the skirt barely covered her ass. She just grinned while she stood in front of Lance while he pulled the top down even further till it just covered her nipples and tugged down the skirt till her pussy hair would have shown if she had any to show. I was embarrassed to be with her until I realized the odds of seeing anyone we knew was very remote.
Lance had unloaded the van into the airplane and had turned in the van at the hotel so he rode back to the airport with us.
Just for kicks we sent her into a Mcdonalds to get breakfast sandwiches and coffee so we could watch the men staring at her from our parking place by the window.
On the freeway to the airport Lance noticed the passenger of a truck staying even with our car was staring at Shirley's tits. He grinned and pulled down her top to expose them completely. Shirley tried to act embarrassed but she didn't try to cover them and I knew she was enjoying the attention. When the passenger stuck his fingers in his mouth to whistle and began to applaud Lance unzipped her skirt and pulled her ass forward by tugging on the lips of her pussy. When her ass was on the edge of the seat he spread her legs and jammed in three fingers. That damn near got us killed! The driver tried to see the action and almost pinched us into the guard rail. I told her to cover up and followed the truck to our exit to make sure he didn't follow us.
I was really pissed off. We weren't even supposed to be in California. If we had wrecked we would have been in trouble.
I told shirley she should be ashamed because I knew she enjoyed showing herself and that ten lashes she owed me were going to her tits and pussy. She apologized which I told her just proved she was enjoying it. If she hadn't she would have nothing to apologize for.
The Cherokee Six has an aisle down the middle so I had Shirley strip and hook the back of her knees on the back of the seats and lay back in the aisle so I could give her five lashes to her tits and five more to her gaping pussy. Lance turned on the autopilot so he could watch.
When I was done Lance had me fly while he went to the back of the plane and dug around through he stuff he bought till he found the box he wanted and a couple of bungee cords used to hold down cargo. I was glad to see him come back because his weight at the back of the plane made me push forward on the wheel to keep the plane level. It was a hard push and my arms were getting tired. It wasn't till he got back that I found I could have just trimmed the plane with a little wheel to take off the pressure.
He had her kneel between our seats in the aisle and used the bungee cord to hold her knees to the legs of our seats and then put handcuffs from her wrists to our shoulder belts. While she knelt there sniffling he dug around in the box on his lap till he found a sack of little clips with metal teeth on them. He split them with me and we took turns putting them on her tits and pussy. We left them on her till it was almost time to land. I told her it was for her own good to teach her to be a lady. She actually bought that and promised she would try harder while she soaked her tits with her tears!
We planned to take her right to our new torture chamber but she said she had promised to let her mom know she had returned safely so we stopped by her house. I was wishing I had told her to change clothes as I watched her ass cheeks flash when she ran to the house. I was hoping her mother would not get pissed at the new look.
She was gone for a few minutes. We were getting impatient when she ran back to the car bawling her eyes out. Between sobs she said "Mmmon is gggone! Here look at this."
She handed me a note scrawled on paper torn from a grocery sack. It said,
"Shirley, I hate to leave you but I am in love with a man who doesn't want to be saddled down with a kid. I have not had a chance to be happy for a long time and I can't pass this up. You are old enough to get a job and I am sure your rich friend will make sure you don't starve until you find a job.
Love Mama"
"Oh Heather, what am I going to do. She took all the money in the cookie jar. Even the hundred dollars you loaned her. The rent will be due next week and when I can't pay it they will put me in a juvenile home like they did when she had to go to alcohol detox."
"Hey don't worry Shirley, we have a place you can stay. You won't be able to go back to school though since they check with your parents if you get a bad grade. Lance and I can teach you everything with our books."
"Oh Heather! Would you do that for me! Really! But how can I pay you for my food and rent?"
"How about the same way you paid for the clothes."
"Would I pay for the whole months rent at once?"
"Just as much of it as you can."
"Oh I will be glad to pay for everything!"
Just then Lance broke in and said he needed to talk to me in private. When I met him behind the car he said, "Are you fucking nuts? What is Dad going to say when he finds her up there and what is this shit about her not going to school. The school will go looking for her."
"In the first place if Dad comes up we will know. That is why I am putting in the electric gate. We can always hide her in the basement and tell Dad we lost the key. When the school or anybody else looks for her they will assume she left with her mom. I have the note that could prove otherwise. Don't you see what this means? We have a real slave now. We don't have to worry about making her too sore to got to school and we don't have to pretend we are going to make her a real friend and take her with us everywhere."
"God that would be a relief. She bores the shit out of me any time I am not whipping or fucking her. It is still a little risky but that might make it more exciting. One thing is certain she can't run away with that electric fence all around the place. I will hide the switch for it."
With that settled we took her up to the ranch. She thought the place was beautiful and was thrilled with the satellite tv reception the previous owner had installed. They just had a coat hanger for the antenna for their tv and could only get two channels. Now she had a hundred. Actually she only needed one. All she ever wanted to watch was MTV. She had too short an attention span to watch movies and she wanted to practice her dancing. We didn't hurt her very much the first couple of weeks since we enjoyed the idea of a slave. She waited on us hand and foot and sucked us whenever we felt like it.
We kept up the pretense that her punishments were brought on by her failures. We would stretch her on the rack or tie her in strenuous bondage and tell her if she was brave she should be able to stand it for a set amount of time. We would let her off any time she wanted but she would get a lash for every minute short of the goal. Sometimes just the bondage would get her so excited she would get fantastic orgasms from the whipping.
Her only complaint was that we were not around enough and she got lonely. We tried to explain that we couldn't spend all our spare time with her because our parents would get suspicious. This was true. They couldn't understand why we wanted to fix up the place and put in the airstrip ourselves since we could have a contractor do it and write the cost off our income tax. We tried to convince them we just enjoyed doing the work but they seemed doubtful especially since we had never done any work before.