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The team was happy and excited because they had won the meet and everyone had done well. But the bruised face of Kristy sat off by herself, beaten. Elaine had not done any permanent damage, but her entire face seemed like one giant bruise interrupted by a couple of stitched up cuts. She had been on the wrong end of a beat down and everyone knew it.

Elaine, on the other hand, basked in the glow of her triumphs. Winning in her only event was extremely impressive for her first meet. And there was the wonderful night with Natalie, Elaine could still smell her fingers and Natalie's scent lingering on them. But mostly, it was her beat down of Kristy that made her happy. Not even happy so much as relieved to have a huge weight lifted from her. She wasn't afraid of Kristy anymore, she was not dominated by her presence. Elaine had her revenge and got her safety from Kristy, too. She knew that there might be consequences when she got back to her owner, but it had been worth it.

Michelle had been sold, too. Winston had done the deal on behalf of the absent Barry. A new prize, Amy? Jenny? something like that, would be delivered sometime soon.

The plane landed and Kristy pushed past everyone to be the first slave off. Elaine took her time, not in a big hurry. When she finally exited the plane and was met by a blast of cold, wet Illinois early spring air, she was stopped by Winston.

"You and I are taking a side trip," the head guard said. The other competitors and guards were getting into a van for the ride back to "Hicksville, Ill"; but Winston led Elaine over to a familiar looking black Lincoln.

Sure enough, Zed stepped out and opened the door for her.

"Nice to see you again, slave girl," Zed said by way of greeting. "You're looking much better than the last time I saw you. Nice tan, too."

"Thank you, sir," Elaine said and gave him a quick peck on the cheek as she went past. "That was for the blanket last time." She remembered that small act of kindness on an otherwise horrible night

She climbed in the back and Winston sat up front with Zed.

"So what's the plan?" Zed asked as he started the big car.

"You've got the address," Winston said. "We drop her off. You and I go to Miller's Pub for ribs and a beer then you bring me back to the school."

"You buyin'?"

"The Boss is."

"Alright, let's get going."

Elaine noted that they did not mention bringing her back with them.

They left the airport and headed straight for the city. Elaine wondered what was going to happen to her next. She felt good about her performance at the meet and the time in the sun did her body good. She was not really looking forward to going back to her basement room, but she knew worse things could happen to her.

Eventually, they wound up on Lake Shore Drive and pulled into a swanky looking condominium tower. Zed parked by the back door and Winston led Elaine into the building. He was silent as they got into the elevator. He pushed the button for the 16th floor. Elaine was dying of curiosity but knew not to ask.

They got off and went down the hall to the corner condo. Winston let himself in with a key and beckoned Elaine to follow him.

"Strip," Winston said after he closed the door.

"Yes, sir," Elaine said and removed her dress and sandals.

Winston took them and put them in a bag.

"He'll be here in the morning for you. Don't go anywhere," he picked up the bag and stood by the door. "Be a good slave." He opened the door and turned back to her. "And nice job at the games."

Elaine sighed. Alone again, naked and waiting for a strange man to show up and ravish her. This seemed familiar. She walked to the window and parted the curtains for a look. A half-moon was over Lake Michigan. Below, Lake Shore Drive rolled by, white headlights as the cars approached and red as they drove past. Whoever this guy was, he was loaded. This was about as different from the cabin in Canada as you could get. She hoped it turned out better than that had, too.

Elaine nosed around the place.

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