He promised Isabel would be the first to review his discussion paper on his proposal to the university board of governors to submit a new substance for inclusion in science's Periodic Table of Elements which, when approved, would make him and his chained colleague "rich beyond means," he said.
Married just 1½ months, Isabel's sex life had taken stellar leaps forward in quality, duration and frequency since she arrived home in early June with her ankles chained following an alien encounter on a dark country road just two miles from her door.
(See Afraid and anxious at first about her strange, new shackles and the effects they would have on her physically, sexually and emotionally, she confronted her doubt and committed herself to live with – and accept – her bondage when it became known they were made of a metal harder than any known on Earth. Then, days later, she was kidnapped and transported, hogtied, to an East African country where she effected escape, in chains, and returned to Scotland relatively unscathed.
Isabel walked easily into the kitchen, her ankle chains clattering noisily on the vinyl tiles, and saw the registered letter Peter had left for her on the kitchen table when he arrived home before her.
Isabel ripped the envelope open and read the watermarked, classy blue stationery: Isabel thought: Well, that's very generous of them; I wonder if Moira wants to go. Call Moira and see if she wants to go." Isabel did so and Moira was agreeable, as along as Isabel would go with Peter's approval.
Their husbands and sons launch a rescue attempt -- but at great cost -- and the women's fates are in the hands of the unknown.
Read what happens to these women and stay tuned for the last in the series, "Jayne's Chains." Isabel Metcalfe's nipples and pussy were still singing their sexy songs when she and husband Peter arrived home from their bondage weekend at Hotel Balmoral, near Cape Wrath, Scotland, with best friends Moira and Graham Mac Peak that summer in 1975.
He chuckled grimly at the incentives to get this job done, quickly, safely and efficiently, and committed himself to keep uppermost the health and well-being of the slaves-to-be that would soon come under his demented attentions. Lord's twisted code of medical ethics had not deserted him.
But what happened to their safety and well-being after he finished and turned over to the post-op people and the couriers were none of his affair.
Meanwhile, at Balmoral Hotel, 150 miles northeast of their west coast country homes, Dr. "Well, I think all is in readiness, or nearly so, on our part, Dr. "What about your operating room and medical arrangements? 6, 1975, about 10 p.m., well after the medical staff had arrived, briefed and gone to bed.
Lord, Sheila and Michael Baker were comparing notes about last details to subdue, bind and "surgically alter" Isabel and Moira in preparation for delivery to the kidnapper-couriers, Catherine and Joanne, as requested by a powerful white-slavery cartel which had contracted their services. He imagined what he was going to do with all that additional loot that would be stashed in his Swiss bank account after these little surgeries were completed – probably in less than three hours – this weekend.
Moira and Isabel refused to acknowledge the glances, open-mouthed stares and whispers that abounded, and they sailed through their first day and second week of work respectively, returning home tired but satisfied about 6 p.m.