Blackmailed into Slavery

Discovery

"Bye, dear," Dixie called out as she hastily headed for the door. Mister Green had called and wanted her immediately for an important client. As was dictated, she put her collar on at once as she still couldn't tell who the spy was at the ranch and then put on her overcoat with the collar flipped up. "I'll be back late!"

"Hold it!" Jake snapped, heading her off before she could reach the garage. "This is getting ridiculous!" Dixie stopped dead in her tracks, looking like a deer caught in the headlights. He'd been getting suspicious over the past month of her bailing on whatever plans that they'd had for the weekend outside of church on Sundays. Now here she was trying to sneak out on a week night. She was so tired lately that her work had been suffering to the point that he had to give her some time off to recuperate. And now even their s*x life was suffering. "Where are you going now?"

"Uh... well... you see..." she sputtered.

"Save it!" he snapped, deciding to cut right to the point. "Are you having an affair?"

She went white as a bedsheet. "Why would you say such a thing!"

He reached for her coat and ripped it open, revealing the white miniskirt dress that she was wearing, high heels, and the diamond choker. "Call it a hunch." He held up the carton of birth control pills that had her name and prescription on it. "Is this why you're taking these? Because you're sleeping around on me" he demanded, shaking the half-used box at her. "I found them in the bathroom! We were supposed to be trying for a baby and I thought that we were doing that with all the s*x that we've been having lately!"

"I-I-I can explain..." Dixie said weakly. "I swear to you that I love you with all of my-"

"SAVE IT!" Jake thundered, his heart breaking and tears of betrayal welling up as he shouted. "Save it for the lawyers..." he mumbled as he moved to walk past her to get his phone.

"JAKE PLEASE!" Dixie fell to her knees before him, clutching his slacks and sobbing. "I'M BEING FORCED TO DO THIS!" She shouted up at him before leaning her head against his leg and crying.

Silence reigned as Jake looked down at her, dumbfounded. Out of all the possible explanations, this was one that he didn't even consider. The fact that she raised her voice to even get it out shocked him. In all the years that he'd known her, she never once yelled. Now, here she was, on her knees blubbering. "Okay..." he said at last, very slowly as he collected his wits and checked his emotion. "How?"

"You know that I have no family," she sniffled, trying to wipe her nose with the back of her hand. "I grew up virtually penniless. My brain was the only thing that I had going for me. It was the only way to get out of poverty. I got a couple of scholarships; I was doing community college over the summers in between high school semesters. When I aged out of foster care I had to get a job that would pay for college. I bounced between jobs while trying to pay for school and get into an ivy-league university. I had a past and photographs that were going to keep me out. I turned to stripping to pay the bills and this man, I only know his name as Mister Green, cleared up my past and got me into Harvard with all of my expenses paid."

She looked up at him and he could see the pain and hurt in her eyes. His heart broke in a different way. "He... he gave me ten years. Ten years to get my degree and do whatever I wanted to do. Then he'd call in the debt by making me work it off. I... I'd thought that I'd have to work in his company or something. Not... THIS!" she gestured to herself, indicating her slave-slut apparel. She looked up at him with tear stained eyes. "I met you and it was like you were sent from God to get me out of this! I gladly moved down here to be with you. Your family took me in like I was one of their own. I…I got everything I ever wanted through you. I thought that I'd be free of Mister Green but then he showed up here and forced me to service him... to service his clients..." Her chest heaved and she started sobbing once again. She buried her face into her hands. "I don't wanna do this anymore!" she wailed.

"Why didn't you tell me all of this before?" Jake asked, confused, the hurt still evident in his voice.

"Because he threatened to ruin my life... and yours. He'd release all the evidence of my soiled past to Harvard, to you, to your family, to our church. I'd be back on the street where I started!" Dixie shuddered and hugged herself. She started rocking in shock. "I don't wanna do that again... I can't do that again!" She looked up at him. "I did it to protect you and your family! I was doing it for us! I couldn't tell you because he has people here watching me who will tell him!" Dixie then went into exact details as to how Mister Green was controlling her and how he was getting more brazen in his blackmail to the point that she'd be wondering when this confrontation was going to happen.

Jake lowered himself down to kneel in front of her and took her into his arms, hugging her close. Dixie lost any remaining composure and broke down again. She cried long and hard into his shoulder as he gently rocked her back and forth, making soft, soothing noises into her ear. "I'm sorry..."" he croaked at last. "I'm so sorry that I even considered calling a divorce lawyer... I just... my heart just broke when I thought you were cheating on me."

"No..." Dixie shook her head. "No... it's not your fault. Everything is my fault. I should've told you when we first met..."

"You obviously had your reasons." Jake said, kissing her on the forehead. "So I take it you're heading out to see him now."

Dixie nodded, wiping her eyes with her hand. "He has another client for me," she added dejectedly. "I'm late... he's going to punish me..."

"I'm going with you." Jake said. "I can and I will," he said, placing a finger on her lips when she got a fearful look in her eyes and started to protest. "This... Green... isn't the only guy around with contacts. Or money for that matter. I'll just talk to him man-to-man and we'll see about getting this over with." He kissed her, this time passionately on the lips. "I love you, sweetheart. Your problems are my problems and we'll solve them together. Just no more secrets between us, okay?"

_O_

Dixie swallowed hard, her heart thudding in her chest and her hand squeezing her husband's so hard that her knuckles were white. She didn't dare let go of him out of fear that he'd suddenly leave her. She kept her hand in his during the entire time he drove her to Mister Green's building downtown. Now she couldn't help but stare in wide-eyed fright at her owner while Jake led her into the office.

Mister Green was glaring at them both in blatant fury over folded hands as he leaned on his desk. "My client has been kept waiting to the point that I had to offer him another girl," he said to Dixie. His eyes flicked over to Jake. "And I see that you obviously told your husband of our arrangement."

"I'm here to tell you that your arrangement with my wife is over," Jake said with just as much ire in his voice, glaring back with equal revulsion.

"Okay, fine." Green said, spreading his hands as if acquiescing while leaning back in his chair. "It's over. She can go on about her life. However..." his voice took on a treacherous tilt, "if she chooses to do that, I'm going to release enough information to destroy not only her, but you as well."

"I've been threatened by far worse than you," Jake smiled.

"Maybe, but I've been at this game a lot longer than you have," Green replied calmly. "We can start with your wife registering under false pretenses to Harvard. Add in a dash of somewhat doctored evidence that she cheated on some of her exams along with pictures of her partying with classmates in her senior year of High School along with pictures of her at her side jobs. Her alumni status will be immediately revoked and there will be an investigation that will invalidate her degree. All that time and effort she put in? Now wasted. With her educational credits gone, you'll be forced to fire her from her position at your firm and won't that cause quite a scandal among the upper elite here in Dallas? We haven't even got into what this will do inside of your church community and I imagine that the political fallout for your father's career will be disastrous,"

"Enough! Please!" Dixie cried out, tears streaming down her face. "I'll work! I promise! Just please; leave Jake out of this!"

"I can't, you brought him here." Green snapped at her. "And now I own him just as I own you."

"How much?" Jake enquired, reaching inside of his jacket for his checkbook.

"For what?"

"To cover her debt. Name your price." Jake said with a smile, clicking a pen to get ready to write.

Green shook his head and laughed. "You can't afford her."

"Every man has a price. You know who my family is and therefore know how ungodly rich we are."

"You misunderstand me," Green gave him an evil smile. "I have a price and it's her. I can make far more money from her serving out her debt than I can with you just paying the amount of her tuition with interest." He took out his smart phone and punched in a few buttons before putting it back into the inside pocket of his suit blazer. "Now the punishment I just administered is a slap on the wrist to you both. Dixie, you will now wear your collar twenty-four seven as a sign of your servitude to me. And to make amends for standing up my client, you will go downstairs and perform for the time that you would've been serving my client."

Dixie was torn as she looked between Jake and Mister Green. Jake was giving her an encouraging look so she ultimately decided to side with her husband and stay. Green's glare turned murderous as he scowled at them both. "Do not test my patience," he cautioned, his tone suggesting that things would be dire.

"I'm waiting for this so-called punishment of yours," Jake said, unimpressed. Just then his phone started buzzing in his pocket. He frowned and looked at it, wondering why his mother was suddenly calling. He punched it through to voice-mail. Then it phone buzzed again. It was his sister calling. Voice-mail again. Then it buzzed a third time with a text message from one of the deacons of their church demanding to know why his wife was sinning. Frowning, Jake looked up and eyed Green with an inquisitive eyebrow raised. A fourth buzz and it was a flurry of texts from the women's group leader who wanted to know if they were living in sin.

"I released photographic proof of your wife's birth control medicine," Green said simply, "and forwarded it on to your family and select leaders of your church." He folded his hands on his desk and glared at Jake.