I Want Her to Know What Love Is

Rooster has Edgar have his ladies tailed to practice their situational awareness. It proves to be helpful when they're followed for real. Some surprise announcements are made at the Rehearsal dinner. Xiu breaks her slave conditioning. This chapter has oral sex, erotic spankings, lesbian sex, and a lot of fun. This is a copyrighted work, and not to be copied, edited, altered, changed, or published in written or any other format without the written consent of the author. ©️Copyright 2026

I Want Her to Know What Love Is, Ch 30

I Want Her to Know What Love Is, Ch 30

Pre-Wedding Planning

Pre-Wedding Planning

I received a call from Beth the Friday following the sledding party.

"Do you want to hear what we found out about the shooter?" Beth asked.

"Sure."

"He was an international hitman, known to be employed by human traffickers. They usually used him to take out government officials who were developing a conscience, people they'd bribed and were now getting shaky for some reason. People who might know too much about their activities and how they were sneaking slaves in. It might have been him who did the actual murder in the jail that killed Greg Hudson. Not only that, one of the people who got arrested and had bonded out was killed last Friday. They just found his body yesterday. I'm guessing we could tag that one on him too. Probably haven't lost any others arrested because we took him out on Saturday."

"Will they send another one?"

"Who knows."

"Could you do me a favor?"

"Depends on the favor, I guess."

"I've been trying to teach my family about situational awareness. We're going to go out tomorrow and buy wedding outfits for the kids, and more games and such for the shelter. Could you have one of your guys wait outside of my house at 9:00 a.m. and start tailing us as we leave? Something simple, just one vehicle, nondescript, three to four cars back. I'm going to have Sonia and Bobbi drive. I want to see how long it takes for anyone to notice we're being tailed."

"Sure thing. Sounds like fun. I should probably do more of that myself. Sahar is pretty tuned in to her surroundings. I'm more oblivious because I'm so used to her handling my security."

"Great. I sure hope someone picks your guy up before we get to the shelter. I've been banging on them for a week."

Beth laughed. "In all connotations of the word, 'banging'?

I laughed. "All connotations, yeah."

"I'll bet you're a busy boy."

"I am, but it's a good busy."

"Joshua went home on Wednesday. I miss him."

"How long before you see him again?"

"Probably a couple of weeks."

"How long before you can go home?"

"Right now, it looks like two to three months. I'm still interviewing for more psychologists, and Edgar is still working on getting a good security crew set up. We send our married guys home about one week a month, so we need some dependable local guys. We like the ex-military vets if we can get them. And it's helpful to get some of the ex-slaves trained up so they can fight back if necessary. I hate leaving them too timid that they blindly obey any order they're given."

"Understood. How is Xiu doing?"

"She's still one of the timid ones. The ones who were slaves the longest tend to have the hardest time throwing off their conditioning. I sometimes wish I could employ what Sahar did to me, but I was only a slave for a month. I worry about using it on someone who's been enslaved for a long time, because it still took almost three months for Sahar to deprogram me. Would it take eighteen years of constant beatings to deprogram someone who was a slave for six years? I can't do that to anyone, no matter what the justification is. I still don't know how Sahar healed herself. She's so incredibly strong."

"What did Sahar do to you?"

"She pounded my ass three times a day with increasingly longer spankings. If at any time, I begged to be fucked or drink piss or eat shit, we went back to the beginning of the spanking regimen, starting at fifty and gradually going up to a hundred. Until I fought back, it just happened over and over again. I went back to the beginning so often, I despaired of ever getting done. She also just wore me out, running and swimming every day until I was dead tired. It made it harder to resist my psychological conditioning, because I had no energy left to resist. I had to be mentally strong, not just physically strong."

"Sounds a little like what they put Special Forces soldiers through, without the spankings. It's not always the physically strongest who get through it, but the mentally toughest."

"You'd know better than I, although Edgar might know."

"Hmm. That might deserve some thought. Let me ask you, when you were enslaved, what seemed like the breaking point for you?"

"I did fairly well until they started threatening the two other women who were taken with me. I resisted as much as I could, despite the punishments they made me endure. But when they said that my non-compliance would lead to my friends being harmed more and more, I gave in, gave up. I couldn't be responsible for more pain for them. I didn't care what they did to me, but I cared about what they did to them.

"Once we were rescued, that's kind of when I kind of gave up on myself. I could fight for them as long as there was a chance they could be saved, but I didn't feel like I deserved to be saved myself. At that point, I was worthless to anyone."

"Interesting."

"How so?"

"I don't know yet. I want to let that percolate for a while, then maybe run some things by you."

"Okay."

"Text me when your guy is on station outside my house tomorrow."

"You got it."

Our conversation kind of remained in the background of my thoughts for the next several hours.

That evening at supper, I told the kids to get their homework done for the weekend today.

"We're going shopping tomorrow for wedding clothes for you kids, and more toys, games, and coloring books for the kids at the shelter. Then we'll deliver everything to them, and you can spend time playing with everyone. Then on Sunday, I'm going to take everyone out for a really nice dinner. We'll call that practice for the rehearsal dinner, so I want everyone dressed up and looking sharp.

"What do you think, ladies? Maybe a haircut for the two boys, and something for Tuffy. She may be tough, but maybe she should look like a lady?"

Bobbi laughed. "That sounds nice."

"I figure you two should have a nice spa day before the wedding: hair, nails, wax, or whatever you want before we go down to Mexico for our honeymoon. Maybe the week before the wedding? Have you got everything you want for the trip?"

"I could get a few more things," Sonia said. "Some really sexy stuff. I want to look hot for my man so he can't wait to get into my knickers."

Bobbi laughed again. "As if Rooster has any problem getting into your knickers, or mine for that matter."

"Mmm, ain't that the truth," Sonia said. "He generally has no trouble finding us devoid of any knickers whatsoever when he has time to come to bed." The older kids snickered.

"Ann, where are you and Benson going on your honeymoon?" Bobbi asked.

"Hawaii. I've never been, and although Benson made a three-day port of call at Pearl Harbor while he was in the Navy, he's never been to any of the other islands and Maui is supposed to be gorgeous."

"Bobbi, let's remind your folks that they're coming to look after the kids while we're all gone," I said.

"Did that yesterday," Bobbi said. "They have the security codes, all they need are the keys. They'll come right after the wedding reception. I even gave them the Apple TV password, so they can stream any stuff they want."

"Benson, let's make sure we lay in plenty of food before we go."

"I'll check with Eva to see what kinds of things they want on hand."

"Sounds great. Kids, go do your homework. It's going to be a busy weekend."

After the kids were gone, I said that Beth had called about the assassin at the farm.

"Turned out that he worked for some of the really large human traffickers, and may have been responsible for Greg Hudson's murder in the jail. One of the men arrested on our sweep who'd bonded out, got killed last Friday. They just found his body today. They think it was the same guy."

"So not here for us at all," Bobbi said. "He was cleaning up after all the arrests made to avoid following the trail higher up the food chain, and maybe taking out Beth?"

"That's the supposition. Doesn't mean we let down our guard. In fact, I want both of you driving tomorrow, practicing your situational awareness. When we leave the house, during the drive, when we get to the mall, be pointing out stuff to the rest of us. One of you can take the morning drive to the mall, the other one the drive to the shelter and back home. Be sharp."

"Aye, aye, sir," Sonia said, saluting. "I'll take first watch."

"Are you cruising for another spanking?" I asked, smiling. "That seemed a little saucy to me?"

"Is that an option?" Sonia asked. "If it is, I think Bobbi should get it. I had the last one."

"Maybe we need to take the Slave Trainer out again."

"Oh, that's definitely for Bobbi. I'll take the spanking," Sonia laughed.

"Don't involve me in your nefarious plots," Bobbi said. "I think she does need a couple of hours on the Slave Trainer."

"Or until the battery goes dead?" I asked.

"Better yet," Bobbi said, grinning. "I certainly didn't ask for a spanking."

"Excuse us, Ann, Benson," I said. "I think Sonia is asking for correction."

"A spanking, a spanking," she shrieked. "Not the Slave Trainer."

I picked Sonia up and tossed her over my shoulder. "Let's see what I feel like when I reach the bedroom," I said. "Bobbi, could you please help with the dishes?"

"Aye, aye, sir," Bobbi said, saluting. "Have fun, sir."

"She did it too," Sonia said. "She was saucy."

"Oh, I looked at that like she was mocking you, pussycat. Bobbi would never have come up with that on her own. She's a good girl."

Bobbi stuck her tongue out at Sonia. "That's right, pussycat. I'm a good girl."

I had to laugh, as did Ann and Benson. We certainly seemed to have fun on a regular basis. I hoped it lasted forever.

Both women got a gentle spanking and a good fucking. I didn't take out the Slave Trainer for either of them.

******

Sonia did drive first the next morning. I sat in the other front seat while Bobbi sat in the back with the kids. I'd gotten the text from Beth saying my tailer was outside the house. We were headed to the Mall of America today.

Whoever it was, pulled out of a nearby driveway after we pulled out, driving a white SUV. Sonia didn't notice it. About five miles down the road, she did see something that raised her curiosity.

"I think we're being followed," she said.

"When did they start following us?"

"I'm not sure. I noticed it about six minutes ago."

"What car is it?" I said, turning to look around.

"White SUV. It's sometimes three cars back, sometimes four."

"What should you kids do?" I asked.

"Get on the floor," Tommy suggested.

"Maybe when we get to our destination, unless they seem to be trying to catch up to us. For now, watch the white SUV and see if it does seem to be following us. What should Sonia do now, Bobbi?"

"Start making random turns to see if it sticks with us?"

"That seems like a good suggestion, Sonia. Why don't you make five or six totally random turns and see if the SUV sticks with us."

"Got it."

Sonia made five turns, and the SUV made all of them with us. It couldn't stay three of four cars behind anymore. It was more right behind us now, although not right up on our bumper, but back a ways.

"It's still behind us," Sonia said, "although it's not getting too close."

"What should we do now?" I asked.

"Get our pepper spray and tasers in hand," Bobbi said.

"We left ours in our book bags," Belinda said.

"Might be a lesson in that. Bobbi and Sonia could give you theirs, since they also have the tasers. What else?"

No one said anything. "Come on, people, think. What else should we do?"

"Call 911," Sonia said.

"Good one, what else?"

"You're remaining awfully calm," Bobbi said. "Why aren't you pulling your gun out from under the seat?"

"Good observation. What does that mean?"

"You planned this shit!" Sonia said. "Now who's asking for the spanking."

I laughed. Everybody relaxed a little after she said that, the tension draining from the car.

"Say I didn't. What do we do next? Do we want to head to someplace quiet, or someplace busy?"

"Someplace busy, unless we know there's going to be shooting, then someplace less busy," Bobbi said. "Busy place, they might not try anything.

"Or maybe a police station, or someplace we know we have friends, as opposed to strangers. We could be calling Sahar or Edgar and draw the followers into a trap."

"I suppose you knew when they started following us?" Sonia said.

"As soon as we left the house. They pulled out about two cars behind us."

"Shit!"

"You noticed pretty fast. Don't be too hard on yourself."

"Can we expect this stuff to happen every time we go somewhere?" Bobbi asked.

"Assume that it won't. I don't want you complacently thinking every time you notice a tail, it's a good guy and I'm playing games with you. The games are to prepare you for the real world, not make you fat, dumb, and happy. Always assume the worst, and you can't be surprised."

"When did you set this up?" Bobbi asked.

"When Beth called yesterday. I figured I'd see if my training was taking hold."

I called Beth and told her she could call the dogs off. Sonia spotted them, and fairly quickly. Soon the SUV drove off.

"Just because the SUV is gone, don't stop practicing situational awareness. Keep your focus on the little details."

"I am so going to give you a spanking tonight," Sonia said. "I was starting to panic."

"Never panic. Plan and prepare. That's the whole purpose of this."

"I'm with Sonia. You should get a spanking," Bobbi said. "My heart was in my throat."

I laughed. "We'll see. But you're thinking, considering options. What about you kids? Were you panicking?"

"I was going to," Tommy said, "if you got excited, but you never did. I was ready to do whatever you told me to do. I am going to remember my pepper spray from now on."

"Good man."

When we got to the mall, I had everyone look around before we got out. No one saw anything to be concerned about, so we went in. We bought Jeremy and Tommy suits with clip-on ties, and Belinda a nice dress, white with pink trim. Tommy gave her a wolf whistle when he saw her.

"Oh, you!" Belinda exclaimed, but she had a smile on her face and spring in her step after he whistled at her. Tommy just grinned. We hit the toy store and bought three dozen more coloring books, crayons, colored pencils, some books for kids ages 3 to 12, including some English primers, a dozen games, again tailored to younger kids who might not speak a ton of English.

Before we went back to the car, more scanning for potential problems, especially loaded down with the bags we had. Bobbi got in the driver's seat for this leg of the trip, and she didn't spot any trouble. When we got to the shelter, Sonia and Bobbi took the kids to the playroom and nursery set up for the kids to pass out their gifts.

I, on the other hand, went to find Beth.

"I've been thinking of what you said, and I was wondering something."

"Hit me with it."

I told her what my plan was.

"The first part is similar to what we do all the time; give some ridiculous order and hope they finally tell us to go to hell. Why do you want a kid there?"

"Something you said. You said you felt like you fought harder for someone else than you fought for yourself. Long-term slaves aren't used to fighting for themselves. They pretty much do whatever the hell you tell them to do. But I'm guessing that where they won't fight for themselves, they might fight for their children."

"It might work," Beth said, "at least for the ones who have children. Sounds a little risky though. What do you think, Sahar?"

"As risky as paddling your ass hard for three months, hoping you wouldn't tell me you'd eat my shit or drink my piss? I didn't know psychology at all. I just knew you had to reclaim the fire in your guts. I knew a beating is just a beating, and that's the way you should look at it, not as an order to fuck or eat excrement. Xiu definitely needs to reclaim her fire. We could try it with just her and see what happens."

"Do you really think you should do it? Xiu really looks up to you?"

"Which means I'm someone she might be more willing to obey, and it shouldn't make any difference who gives her a shitty order, she should shut it down."

"I guess. You're not going to touch anyone, right?"

"No way. I'm not even going to get within ten feet of them. Orders only. See where she starts to show backbone and balk."

"Do this," Beth said. "I want to know what's going on in that room. Open up a call to my phone so Sahar and I can hear before you go in there with her. I want to hear what you say and how you say it. If it works, I want to know what you said, and if it doesn't, I want to know what not to say."

"Good. I was even thinking you should go in there with me."

"No, just you. I don't want to confuse the issue with extra people, and she still needs to trust me if it doesn't work. She won't if I'm in there with you."

"Makes sense. Should I do it in her room?"

"No. I want her feeling safe there. Do it someplace else, maybe one of the empty bedrooms."

"Okay. Where is she now?"

"Saturday is like a half day of class or self-defense, followed by a half day of relaxation. She might be in her room, or watching Wěi in one of the playrooms."

"Gotcha."

I went to Xiu's room and she was there with Wěi. He'd gotten a new coloring book and she was watching him color.

"Good afternoon, Xiu. How are you?"

"Fine hon...Rooster. I'm so happy to see you again."

"I'm happy to see you too. Could you bring Wěi with you and follow me, please."

"Yes, sir."

She took Wěi's hand, and we walked down the hallway looking for a vacant room. I saw Beth and Sahar drifting along behind me. I found a vacant room and asked her to go inside. Trusting me, she did so. I made my call and left my phone on, went inside, and shut the door.

I sat down on the empty bed and told Xiu to stand by the wall and take her clothes off. She hesitated for a moment.

"Don't you like me, Xiu? Why aren't you taking your clothes off?"

She looked at Wěi, although she didn't say anything.

"He's seen you naked before, hasn't he?"

"Yes, sir."

"I saw you naked at the massage parlor. What's the big deal?"

Xiu finally began removing her clothes, although she was dawdling, fighting her imperative to obey orders, but not enough to stop. Finally, she was naked, half covering herself with her hands.

"Wonderful. You're very attractive, Xiu."

"Yes, honored sir." She was reverting back to her slavery conditioning. The honored was coming out in her conversation again.

"Do you know how to suck cocks, Xiu?"

"Yes, honored sir. Do you want me to suck your cock, sir?"

"No, Xiu. I want you to take Wěi's clothes off and teach him to suck my cock."

"Honored Sir?"

"Was I unclear?"

"No, honored sir."

"What are you waiting for?"

"Please, honored sir. Not Wěi."

"Why not?"

"He's a child, honored sir. I will do anything you want, but don't do anything to Wěi."

"You'll do anything I want?"

"Yes, honored sir. Anything."

"Are you a good mother, Xiu?"

"I would do anything to protect my son, honored sir."

"Including teaching him how to be a slave and a whore?"

That question made her pause for a few moments.