Jenny: The Sequel Introduction As an aid to readers who have not read the book which narrates how Jenny Marsten first became a slave, I offer this brief summary. Late in the twenty-first century, slavery is again legal in the United States. The institution is tightly regulated by the government, and only a few large slaveholding concerns hold licenses. All the slaves are women, who are employed as prostitutes. Most women become enslaved by being sold by a prison to a slaveholder. However, it is possible for a woman to gamble her freedom. If she wins her gamble, she receives a sum of money based on her desirability (from the slaveholder's point of view). Jenny Marsten, feeling some peer pressure from her schoolmates, gambles her freedom and loses 1250 days of her life to DiMarco Slaveholder's. She is assigned to an experienced master whose task it is to turn her into an obedient slave. He relies mostly on persuasion and implied threats to advance his project. Jenny finds some of his arguments preposterous, but others she cannot ignore. To her chagrin, she realizes she is succumbing to her master's blandishments. She meets and befriends another slave, Janet, who is somewhat older than she is. Jenny uses Janet as a sounding board for her concerns about her master and slavery. As the friendship between Jenny and Janet matures, Jenny worries that Janet may be interested in becoming more that just a friend. She attempts to demonstrate to Janet that she is not interested in a sexual relationship, but a mutual desire for intimate, loving contact overcomes Jenny's initial misgivings. The two become lovers and fantasize about their life together away from DiMarco's. Jenny's master, Maurice, is pleased that his slave has established a relationship with Janet, since slaves who work together are more attractive to DiMarco's customers than those who work alone. He carefully monitors the progress of his slave's relationship with Janet, as well as Jenny's ability to serve her customers. Among those customers are several of Jenny's former schoolmates. Jenny is deeply humiliated by her encounters with her former acquaintances, but Maurice skillfully manipulates his slave into accepting, by degrees, her servitude. Jenny's relationship with Janet also guides her down the path of accepting her condition, though both slaves see their relationship as an escape from their duties. Maurice, meanwhile, develops an affection for his slave. Knowing that training slaves is a job for younger men, he decides that a life with Jenny, outside DiMarco's, would suit him. As he tries to show Jenny that he now wishes to be her lover rather than her master, however, he realizes that Janet has become a formidable rival for Jenny's affections. He finally offers to take Jenny away with him, and away from slavery. Jenny refuses unless Janet is allowed to accompany them. Maurice declines to help Janet escape, knowing that Jenny is devoted to Janet rather than to him. He abandons his plan to help Jenny escape. Instead, he decides to finish Jenny's training as quickly as he can so that he can sever all contact with her. The final step in Jenny's training is performing with her future working partner, Janet. Jenny is horrified when Maurice commands her to perform with Janet while he watches. When she refuses, Maurice presents her with three choices: leave DiMarco's with him, and without Janet; perform with Janet while he watches; or be punished for disobeying him. Janet implores Jenny to leave with Maurice. Jenny agonizes over her decision, but ultimately refuses to leave or perform with her lover. Maurice whips her savagely, but is almost immediately remorseful. He finally agrees to help both Jenny and Janet escape. With the aid of their parents, and the help of another slave who compels Maurice to include her in the escape, Jenny and Janet flee to freedom in Canada. Jenny's full name is Jenny Marsten. Janet's is Janet Fouchet. Their first contact in Canada is with a certain Otis Steinbach, who lives in a rural area of Canada. Jenny: The Sequel Chapter I It was nearly noon when Mr. Marsten, Mr. Fouchet, and Maurice awoke. Their conversation woke up Jenny and Janet, who remained on the floor, Jenny's head resting on her lover's chest. As the men discussed their situation, the women carried on their own conversation. "Janet, we're really not at DiMarco's any more, are we?" "No, Jenny, we're not. You actually got us out of there. I'll never be able to thank you enough." "You don't have to thank me," said Jenny, her arm firmly squeezing Janet's waist. "But it sure feels funny wearing clothes. It feels even stranger that you're wearing clothes." "Strange isn't the word I'd use," said Janet. "It feels unnatural. I wish we could go somewhere and get naked." Jenny giggled. "We need to find a nudist colony. Until then, let's see what this place is like." When they stood up, they barely attracted the attention of the men, except Maurice. "You two finally awake?" he asked. "Yes," said Jenny, stretching and yawning, "I guess we're up. We thought we'd go look outside, see what there is to see." "OK," said Maurice, "but don't wander off. As soon as we can formulate a plan, we're outta here." "We won't go far," said Janet. The two ex-slaves walked out the front door of Mr. Steinbach's house, then slowly strolled around to the back of the house. On the back porch, which was covered by a roof, they found an old couch. Janet immediately stripped off her clothes. Jenny followed her example, and in a moment they were snuggling on the couch. "Janet, gawd, I can't tell you how much I love you. I never could have made it here without you. You've got to be the most wonderful lover, ah, I mean, partner, any girl ever had." "I didn't do anything, Jenny. All I did was tag along. You're the one who got us out. If you hadn't seduced your master, we'd still be entertaining ten guys a day. And the way you held out, even after you got whipped. I never could have done that. I've got the bravest girlfriend in the world." "I didn't seduce my master," said Jenny a little peevishly. "He just fell in love with me. What could I do?" "What matters is what you did, and what you did was incredible," said Janet, just before she bent her head down and gave her lover a long, sultry kiss. "Have I told you that you are the best kisser I've ever met?" asked Jenny. "It's so sweet, so inviting. It always makes me want more. I could never get tired of kissing you." "Mmmmmm," mumbled Janet through another kiss. She put her hand on Jenny's thigh, then interrupted the kiss. "How much more?" "A lot more," said Jenny, as she spread her legs apart. The girls were so engrossed in each other that they didn't hear Otis Steinbach's truck pull away from the house. A minute later, however, they did hear a man clear his throat. "Ahem," said Maurice. "Good thing you didn't do that for me two days ago. We'd all still be at DiMarco's." Jenny had her hand between Janet's legs. Without moving it, she looked up at Maurice and smiled. "Master, if Janet doesn't mind you can watch all you want. For you I'd do anything." She stood up, walked over to Maurice, and put her arms around his neck. "I owe you my freedom, but I have only one way to thank you." Maurice put his arm around Jenny's waist. "Good thing Mr. Steinbach and your fathers all went into town. They might not understand." Janet stood up and joined Jenny in hugging Maurice. "Better get your clothes off," she said. "I have to thank you, too. A lot." "I've never had two beautiful women ask to have sex with me," said Maurice, smiling. "Since it's the first time, I can't say no." Jenny and Janet undressed Maurice, then sat him down on the couch. Jenny whispered to Janet, she nodded, and Jenny climbed on Maurice's lap. She spread her legs over his erection, held his dick in her hand, and slowly slid down on him. Her arms tightly around his neck, she worked her way down until he was completely inside her. "We've never done it this way before, master," said Jenny. She nuzzled her face against his shoulder. Maurice put his hands on Jenny's ass and lifted. Then he let her slide down again. "It was worth waiting for," he said. Janet sat next to Maurice, running her hand up and down his thigh. When Maurice lifted Jenny up far enough, Janet slipped her thumb and forefinger around the base of his dick. "You two get five minutes," she said. "Then it's my turn." Jenny rode up and down on Maurice while Janet followed her girlfriend's motion with her hand. After a few minutes, Janet sat on Maurice's lap, behind Jenny, reached around her lover and played with her nipples. Jenny loosened her hold on Maurice's neck a little, arched her back, then sat down as far as she could in Maurice's lap. "Trade places with me," Janet whispered in Jenny's ear. In a few seconds, Jenny was behind Janet, squeezing her breasts, as Janet slid down on Maurice. She moaned loudly. "You really are bigger than my master," she whispered. "I can't believe that Jenny can actually get your dick down her throat." Since Maurice had focused entirely on Jenny while she was at DiMarco's, he had never had time to call on Janet. Now he wished he had. Janet, in contrast to Jenny, moved slowly up and down on Maurice, shifting her hips slightly as she did. Her movements were smooth and intensely erotic. Her entire body synchronized with her stroking, and Maurice could feel her thighs moving softly over his skin, her arms sliding back and forth slowly across his shoulders, her breath against his neck. When Jenny moved her hands from Janet's breasts and began massaging her sides, Janet pressed against Maurice's chest just enough to cause her tits to be pushed up slightly as she sank down in his lap, then pushed down when she rose again. Jenny, said Maurice to himself, is an utterly charming girl, but Janet is erotic potential fully realized. Perhaps, he mused, Jenny was right when she said I might be tempted by another woman. Woman was the operative word for Maurice. Jenny was a girl, a teenage girl from head to foot, and it was her youthfulness that dominated her personality and her sexual behavior. Janet was a woman, a young, perfectly feminine woman, who, Maurice thought, enjoyed having him inside her. Why, he wondered, was she so attracted to Jenny? Janet was, in fact, enjoying herself, thoroughly and somewhat unexpectedly. Maurice was responding to her undulations by squeezing and stroking her thighs, and it was clear to Janet that he was completely aroused. Jenny was resting her cheek on Janet's back and gently playing with her tits. Janet had rarely been in the middle of a threesome at DiMarco's and had certainly never been in the middle of a threesome like this. When Jenny whispered to Janet that they should change places, Janet hesitated as long as she could before complying. As Jenny positioned herself over her master for the second time, Janet grasped his dick and pulled it away from his body so that it was directly beneath Jenny. As Jenny inched down to Maurice's lap, Janet cupped Maurice's balls in her hand and gently massaged them. Almost immediately, Maurice's erection began to flag, and a minute later he was flaccid, though still inside Jenny. "Master," whispered Jenny in his ear, "is everything OK?" Maurice cleared his throat. "I think Janet has found a way to make a man lose an erection," he said in a low voice. "Oops," said Janet, just loud enough to be heard. "I should probably fix that, that is if you want me to." Jenny climbed off Maurice, and the two girls got on their knees in front of Maurice. Janet took his flaccid dick in her left hand and ran her lips over the head of his dick several times. As she did, she took hold of Jenny's wrist with her right hand and guided Jenny's hand between her legs. Jenny fingered Janet a few times, then reached between Janet's legs from behind and began messaging around her clit. Janet stroked Maurice's cock until it was hard again, demonstrated to herself, and Maurice, that she could get him down her throat, then turned to Jenny. "OK, girl," she said, "he's ready for you." Jenny and Janet ministered to Maurice for two hours. Wonderful as it was, Maurice was tiring. "OK," he said, his exhaustion obvious, "I can't keep up with you two much longer. You're both beautiful, but I need a break." "I have to admit," said Janet, who was then on her knees sucking his dick, "that was pretty intense." She stood up. "Sex is much better like this. I'm hardly tired." Jenny, who had been stroking Maurice's dick with her hand while Janet sucked him, stopped stroking but didn't let go. "I'm with Janet," she said. "I could go on thanking you for another two hours, master." "Well," said Maurice, clearing his throat, "maybe freedom really is the best thing. I certainly can't argue with it so far. But you two need to put some clothes on. Mr. Steinbach won't understand your going naked, even if you explain it to him." "Gawd," said Jenny, "I hate wearing clothes when I'm with Janet. Besides, I thought you said that everyone else was gone, master. What's the problem with being naked if we're the only ones here?" "For now, none," said Maurice. "But I think you're just a tiny bit too accustomed to being naked, and too accustomed to having sex with each other and anyone else who happens to be around." "But master," interrupted Jenny, "you aren't just any guy, and Janet certainly isn't just any girl." She stood up and put her arms around Janet's waist. "I mean, we're not strangers." "True enough," said Maurice. "But I think DiMarco's has gotten to you more than you know. Just like it was hard getting used to sex all day, every day, it will be hard getting used to a normal sex life." "Being naked doesn't mean sex, master," said Jenny emphatically. "To you, perhaps not," said Maurice. "But to everyone you meet outside of a slaveholder's, it does. And another thing. You have to stop calling me master." "But why?" asked Jenny. "It's just a name now, like any other." "Not the way you say it," said Maurice. "Now go find some clothes. You'll have to get used to them, so you may as well start now." He got up and began putting on his own clothes. "Doesn't sound much like freedom to me," Jenny grumbled. "He's right, Jenny. We're going to have to get used to wearing clothes again. We'll find plenty of time to be naked." "You bet we will," smiled Jenny. The ex-slaves put on their shirts, which they left mostly unbuttoned, and overalls. They abandoned their shoes on the porch and went back into the house with Maurice. Once in the living room, they relaxed on Mr. Steinbach's dilapidated furniture. "Your fathers went into town with Mr. Steinbach," said Maurice. "We don't have much of a plan, but we need to get to a city where we can set up temporary housekeeping." "You mean all of us?" asked Jenny. "We're all going to live together in the same house?" "We haven't thought that far ahead," said Maurice. "But we need to move somewhere where we won't be the center of attention. DiMarco's won't be happy about losing two slaves and may try to come after us. If we can quietly slip into a big city, and keep a low profile, we'll have a much better chance of going undetected. Now that I think about it, though, it would look a little odd if the five of us were in the same house or apartment. We might have to find a way to live separately, but still near each other." Maurice was sitting in a chair, while Jenny and Janet were next to each other on the couch. Jenny got up, walked over to Maurice, and sat on his lap, facing him. "I think the best arrangement, master," she said, putting her arms around his neck and wiggling provocatively in his lap, "would be for you, me, and Janet to share a place while our fathers share another." She turned her head a little. "Don't you think so, Janet?" Janet shifted a bit. "Sure, that could work." "That way," Jenny continued, "you could watch us, master. I mean, so that if the DiMarco's people come after us, you'll be able to help." "Jenny," said Maurice, "I couldn't possibly suggest to your fathers that the three of us live together. What would they think of me? It would be obvious that I was trying to exploit you." "You won't have to ask, master," said Jenny. "I'll ask, and so will Janet." She wiggled again in his lap, and he could feel himself getting excited. "Jenny," said Maurice, "let's be realistic for just a moment. We have very little money, almost no marketable skills, and at the moment no guarantee that we can stay in Canada." "Then we should live together to cut expenses," interrupted Jenny. "Two teenage girls and a thirty year old man living together," Maurice continued, "are sure to attract attention. You two should live with your fathers, at least for a while." "But master," Jenny wailed, squeezing him tightly around the neck, "I couldn't live without you. And living with my father and Janet's father," she shuddered, "I just can't imagine that. I'm old enough to live on my own. That is, I'm old enough to live with you and Janet." Maurice looked imploringly at Janet. "I think Jenny's right," said Janet, smiling and turning the palm of her right hand upward. Maurice sighed loudly and looked up at the ceiling. "I couldn't possibly live with my father," Janet continued. "It would be like going back home again, and I can't do that. And I think you're right, too, sir. It's going to take us a while to get used to not being slaves, and since you understand that better than anyone, you're the right person to share a place with us. As for what happens among the three of us, we'll just have to work that out as we go. But it's clear to me, at least now, that Jenny and I aren't ready for freedom." She stood up and walked slowly across the room. "If you'd told me two days ago I wasn't ready, I would have called you an idiot. But the last two months changed me much more than I thought." "Good," said Jenny emphatically, "then it's settled. The three of us will live together." "And do what?" asked Maurice. Jenny pressed herself against Maurice and felt his erection. She laid her head on his shoulder. "Master," she whispered, "it's so sexy feeling you through your pants." She looked up at Janet, who was standing a few feet away, then held out her hand. "Come here Janet." Janet took Jenny's hand. Jenny moved back a few inches and put Janet's hand on Maurice's crotch. "He said he was tired, but I don't think he is," said Jenny. Janet squeezed Maurice through his pants, then got on her knees next to the chair. Jenny bent over and kissed her. "No, he doesn't feel tired to me," said Janet. Jenny stood up, shed her clothes, then got on her knees. "You remember how you used to come to my room and tell me to blow you, master?" She laid her head in his lap. "Now that I'm free, I can ask you." She grasped the zipper on Maurice's pants. "Can't I blow you, just a little?" Maurice couldn't reply before Jenny and Janet had his pants undone. It was impossible for him to deny he had an erection, and the two girls fondling him were as lustful as any he had ever been with. They again took turns on him, and stimulated each other as they worked. When Maurice came, they were so excited that they abandoned him and made love on the floor. As Maurice watched them writhing together, rolling over each other, kissing each other, he realized that he had never seen two females get truly passionate. All the slaves he had watched before were only going through the motions. Jenny and Janet were definitely in motion, driven by a lust of which he himself had been the object for nearly three hours. His fingers drummed the arms of his chair as he watched the two lovers. When Janet sat on Jenny's face, their mutual moans were more erotic than any he had ever heard. When they traded places, Janet seductively spread her legs. Maurice couldn't resist. He got on his knees next to them and began gently, very gently, playing with Janet. She moaned loudly and arched her back. By the time Jenny's orgasm hit, the three of them were wrapped too tightly by their mutual stimulation to stop. They played intensely, almost wildly with each other, forming impossible triangles, their tongues seeking and finding, their thighs spread. When at last they slowed, Janet was sitting on Maurice's dick, gently rotating her hips, and Jenny was sitting on his face. The two girls were kissing each other and playing with each other's nipples. Though the pace of their lovemaking had slowed, it was some time before they disengaged and lay on the floor, the girls flanking Maurice. "OK," said Maurice after lying with them in silence for a minute, "I guess you two need to get this out of your systems. But you realize that this can't go on. Janet, you understand, don't you?" "Mmmmmm," said Janet, reaching across to stroke Jenny's arm, "best time I've ever had." She draped her leg over Maurice. "Me too," said Jenny, draping her leg over Maurice, then reaching down to squeeze his dick. "Master, you're the best." "Now look," said Maurice, extracting himself from the girls and standing up. "I thought you two had sworn off men. I thought you wanted each other." Jenny and Janet, still lying on the floor, closed the gap between them. Each put an arm under the other's neck. They lay on their backs for a moment, gazing up at Maurice. Then they both smiled, leering, almost vicious smiles, as they eyed Maurice. When their gazes rested on his erection, he suddenly felt very uncomfortable. They stood up together, walked over to him and pressed their bodies against him. "We do love each other, master," said Jenny. "I couldn't live without Janet. But I've never felt like this before. I've never wanted a man," she paused and put her arm around Janet's waist, "and a woman like this. It's the most exhilarating thing that ever happened to me." "And me," Janet interjected. "It was incredible. But you're the only man I could have done it with. My master, former master, wouldn't have been able to get into it. You're perfect for a threesome, sir, just perfect." "Gawd, master, you are so sexy," said Jenny, sounding every bit like a teenager. Maurice trembled a little and Jenny wrapped her hand around his dick. "Master, I can tell you're not done yet." "No, no," said Maurice quickly, "I'm done, believe me." He backed away a little. "I'm just, well, you know, still a little . . ." "A little what?" asked Janet, as she leaned against him again. "Aren't you two a bit worried?" asked Maurice. "I mean, don't you think you're getting, ah, a little carried away?" "The only thing I'm worried about is where we're going to sleep tonight, master," said Jenny. "Well, that's a start," said Maurice. "But I'm starting to worry about your fathers and Mr. Steinbach. They should have been back by now. They were just going to town to make a few phone calls, get some groceries perhaps, and ask the police about refugee status. I'm a little worried." "We'll take your mind off everything, master," said Jenny, wrapping her arm around his waist. "Oh, no," said Maurice, backing away again and holding up his hands. "I think we've distracted ourselves long enough." He glanced left, then right, as though he were looking for an escape. "Why don't we put on our clothes and try to find something to eat. I'm famished." "I could go for a snack," said Janet, making no move to put on her clothes. "Me, too," said Jenny. "Let's have look at the kitchen. Master," and she took Maurice by the hand and led him to a chair, "sit here, and don't move. We'll be back." The girls went to the kitchen leaving Maurice, alone and naked, in the chair. Once the girls were in the kitchen, Jenny embraced Janet. "Isn't this fabulous?" asked Jenny breathlessly. "We're free and it's incredible. You were so right, Janet, freedom is absolutely the best thing." Janet wrapped her arms around Jenny. "I don't know what got into me. It's like I'm a completely different person. I don't know why I liked it so much, but I did. It was like I became the slave DiMarco's wanted me to be." "I've never been so excited," said Jenny, grinding herself against her lover. "Gawd, I haven't calmed down at all. If my master walked in here, I'd be on my knees in a second. In fact," she slid down to her knees, "I won't wait for him." She licked Janet, then nudged her tongue between her lips. Janet let Jenny go on for two minutes before stopping her. "Jenny, if you don't stop now I won't be able to tell you to stop. We've got to get a grip, girl." She pulled Jenny to her feet. "But I feel like a fucking nymphomaniac on an aphrodisiac." She kissed Jenny. Jenny giggled. "You almost never say `fuck.' Say it again. Whisper it in my ear." "Gawd, if I do we'll start screwing each other again." Just then, Maurice walked into the kitchen. "Here," he said, holding out the girls clothes, "put these on. I think I just heard Mr. Steinbach's truck." "Too bad, master," said Jenny. "We were just getting ready to come after you again." "Will you two calm down please? And try to behave in front of the old man. He's been very kind to us. He's not expecting to see two horny, naked teenagers prancing around." Jenny and Janet grinned wickedly at Maurice, then put their clothes on. As they walked back into the living room, Mr. Steinbach opened the front door. "Well, Maurice," he said, as he found a chair, "it's a good thing you didn't come with us. Those other two fellers are in jail." "What?" exclaimed Maurice. "Why?" "Don't know myself. Your friends made a few phone calls, then waited at the Western Union for some money. When that came, we went to the bank. Then we got a few groceries. Finally, we went to the police station. I waited out by the front desk for a long time, then a policeman came out and told me your two friends were being held. Didn't say for what. The police told me to check back tomorrow." He looked squarely at Maurice. "There something you haven't told me?" "Mr. Steinbach, I promise you . . ." Maurice began, then checked himself. "There is one small thing, but I don't think it's important." "Maybe the police do," said Otis. "What is it?" "There was another slave with us when we escaped. She coerced us into taking her with us. When we were left on the US side, she ran off. I don't know where she is." Otis frowned. "Why'd she run off?" Maurice hesitated. "She was a convicted felon who'd been sold to DiMarco's by a prison. Jenny and Janet don't have criminal records. They lost their freedom gambling." "Oh," said Otis. "I don't know anything about the law, but maybe the police think you have something to do with her." "Maybe," said Maurice, "and in a way we are involved with her. Unfortunately, she helped considerably with our escape. We probably wouldn't have made it without her. But it was all coincidence. We never asked for her help." "I'm not the one you have to convince," said Otis. "The police know you're out here, and they expect you to show up at the station. I told them I was sure you would go. If you get your things, I'll drive you into town." "Master, are we going to be arrested?" asked Jenny. "I don't think we'll be arrested," said Maurice. "Probably just questioned. I think that when we explain things, everything will be fine." He turned to Otis. "Did you say you bought some groceries?" "Not me," said Otis, "them two friends of yours. Got enough to make me meals for two weeks." "Could we have a bite to eat before we go into town? Those sardines last night were the only food we've had for two days." "Fine by me," said Otis. "You can eat your fill of all the food you brung yourself." Jenny and Janet brought in the groceries and prepared a meal in Otis' primitive kitchen. After eating, they drove into town. Otis dropped them at the police station, and Jenny, Janet, and Maurice thanked him profusely. As Otis drove off, the three entered the station. A desk sergeant greeted them cautiously. "Can I help you?" "Yes," said Maurice, "I'm Maurice Tirpitz and this is Jenny Marsten and Janet Fouchet. I believe that the girls' fathers are here." "They certainly are," said the sergeant as he stepped from behind his desk. "Would you all come with me, please?" The sergeant led the fugitives through a door, then down a hallway. He stopped at a door, opened it, and had Maurice go inside. Then he led Jenny and Janet to separate rooms. When he closed the door behind Jenny, she found herself in a small, windowless room, furnished with only a table and four chairs. She waited, uncomfortably, for fifteen minutes, until a man dressed in suit came in. "I'm an investigator with the police department," he said, flashing a badge inside his wallet. "I understand you're a runaway slave." "Yes, sir." "And where were you a slave?" "At DiMarco's, sir." "Which is where?" "In my hometown." "Which is?" Jenny gave the investigator a few details about her hometown. "Just how did you become a slave?" the investigator asked. "I gambled my freedom and lost. You see, all the girls I knew had gone to DiMarco's to find out what their multiples were, and I . . ." "So you weren't bought from a prison?" he interrupted. "Oh, no," said Jenny quickly, "I've never even been arrested." "OK," said the investigator, "tell me how you escaped." Jenny told the entire story, omitting nothing. "This other girl, Teri, how did she know you were trying to escape?" "I don't know," said Jenny. "We were just walking out and then there she was, behind us." "She didn't hear from you that you were trying to escape, say a day or two before you got away?" "No," said Jenny, "why would I tell her? She's an awful person." "Then how is it she appeared at just the right moment?" "I'm not sure," said Jenny, shifting in her chair. "Just lucky, I guess." "Very lucky, I'd say. I don't understand how anyone could be that lucky. Is there some way she could have heard about your escape from someone else? Maybe you told another slave that you were trying to escape and Teri heard it from her?" "No," said Jenny, "I didn't tell anyone, and I'm sure Janet didn't tell anyone." "Who's Janet?" "The girl I roomed with at DiMarco's." "I can't believe that Teri magically popped up at just the right moment," said the investigator. "There had to be some way for her to know what was up. How else could she have found out?" "I don't know, really," said Jenny. "I can tell you we were all surprised when she sneaked up behind us." "All of you? Who was that?" "Me, Janet, and my master." "Your master? You call that man who came in with you--what's his name, Maurice?--your master?" "Well, yes, he was my master at DiMarco's. I guess he's not my master any more." "Just how was it that he was your master?" asked the investigator. "Every new slave at DiMarco's is assigned to a master. He's in charge of the training." The investigator whistled. "You mean training you to be a, ah, a good slave." "A sex slave," said Jenny, "yes." The investigator stood up and walked a few steps. "So your master and you and the other girl are sneaking out of DiMarco's and Teri just appears behind you." "Yes," said Jenny. "How could that happen?" Jenny frowned. "I can't guess. But if you're thinking that one of us wanted to take her along, you're wrong. Janet and I hated her. She was mean to both of us, especially to me. She really scared me a couple of times." "How?" "She threatened to visit me, twice. I think she wanted to rape me." "How could she visit you?" "Each slave has her own room," said Jenny. "At night, I know that some slaves sneaked into each other's rooms. I never did it because I didn't know which room Janet was in. But I heard some slaves mention it a couple of times." "When?" "At lunch, at dinner." "Hmmmm," said the investigator. "So you think that Teri might have been sneaking into someone else's room just when you were trying to escape?" "That's it," said Jenny, brightening. "That must be it. Teri was on her way to see someone when she saw us." "And she knew right away that you were trying to escape, and decided then and there to join you. Incredible." "I know it sounds strange," said Jenny, "but that must be how it happened." "You say you didn't see her until she surprised you from behind. Is that right?" "Yes, that's right." "How did she know it was you? What were you wearing?" "Janet and I had some clothes that my master gave us. Just some overalls and baseball caps." "And what was Teri wearing?" "Nothing except her collar and her bracelets." "Her what?" asked the investigator. "Slaves don't wear clothes," said Jenny. "Just a leather collar with a ring on it, and wrist and ankle bracelets." "You mean Teri was naked?" he asked incredulously. "Of course," said Jenny. "How did you get away from DiMarco's?" "In a car," said Jenny. "Me, Janet, our fathers, my master, and Teri rode in my father's car." "And Teri wore nothing," said the investigator. "Had to," said Jenny. "So what happened then?" Jenny described the remainder of the escape, dwelling on the sex the slaves were forced to perform with Teri's friends. "So Teri just ran off?" asked the investigator. "Yes," said Jenny. "Why?" "I guess she didn't want to be with us. She's a felon and maybe she was worried we would turn her in." "And before you escaped, you had never met any of her friends?" asked the investigator. "No, never," said Jenny. "OK," said the investigator, "that's all for now. Wait here. I'll be back in a while." It was more than a while before the investigator returned. Jenny's head was resting on the table and she was nearly asleep when he came back. "All right, you and the other girl can go. Your story is damned strange, but your companions all said the same thing you did. We want you to stay in town, though. You need to claim refugee status, and you can't talk to the immigration people until tomorrow. Your father has some money that you can use to get a room at a motel. One of the officers will drive you there. We want you back here tomorrow morning." "What about my father and my master?" asked Jenny. "Their situation is different. They aren't runaway slaves, so they can't claim refugee status. In addition, they helped a felon escape to Canada. That's a crime. We're holding them until the government attorney looks at their case." "What?" screeched Jenny. "They didn't commit any crime. How can you hold them? It's not fair." "Fair or not, that's the way it is," said the investigator. He opened the door. "Now get out of here. Staying in a motel is much better than spending a night in jail, I promise you." Jenny hung her head and walked out of the room, down the hallway, and back into the front room of the police station. Janet was waiting for her.