In early 2000, a study showing that there were some where around 100,000 "slaves" in the US at this time was released. About half of these were in the sex trades, and another quarter were domestic servants. It was estimated that the modern slave trade was a 7 billion dollar a year industry, all of it untaxed, of course. This is, as it happens, all real. In the real world the US Congress passed "Victims of Trafficking and Violence Prevention Act of 2000" as part of a the process of dealing with this issue. This is where my alternate universe and reality change course. In my universe, they instead passed the "White Slavery Act of 2000", legalizing and most importantly, allowing for the taxation of this trade. The basic provisions were that a White Slaver must have a federal warrant (also called a slaver's license) to perform his trade. This had a start up cost of $5,000 and a yearly renewal fee of $1,000 and could only be issued after the person had passed a back ground check, mainly to remove drug dealers. Women could be enslaved via 3 routes 1) Volunteering for enslavement. This required a sworn statement and a drug test from the woman. The slaver would be required to pay a $200.00 federal slave tax on this transaction. 2) Commitment by Relative or Person of Interest. In this case, a parent, husband, or "person of interest, who is personally involved with the subject" could sell the woman to a slaver. A federal court case had held that a person of interest was some one that had performed vaginal sex with the subject at least 3 times in the last 30 days. This was widely referred to as the "boy friend enslavement case". This lead to more and more young women doing either oral or anal sex with their boyfriends, as a way to avoid the possibility of the "breaking up via a slaver" action from happening. Even with more and more girls sucking and taking it up the ass, it was estimated that roughly 7% of all relationships that failed, with women in the 18-23 age bracket ended with her enslavement. Strip clubs started to offer "enslave your bitch and get free drinks and dances" specials. Even though it was called "boyfriend enslavement" there were many cases of lesbian relationships ending in enslavement, in particular in several North East states and California, where the local laws defined sexual acts some what differently. In those cases, any vaginal penetration, to include with a "strap on" counted as sex for reasons of this act. Exceptions were made in the cases where a monetary transaction were involved, meaning that prostitutes 'Johns' and porn stars couldn't claim their partners in this context. The slaver was required to pay a federal tax of %25 of the sale value of the slave or $150.00, which ever was more. 3) By action of a magistrate. The act allowed that "the several states and lesser jurisdictions" may alter their penal and civil code to allow a judge to enslave a women as punishment for "selected crimes". In this case they newly enslaved women was to be sold at public auction, with only those person with a federal warrant being allowed to bid. 50% of the sale price was to be passed on the Federal treasury in this case, the other 50% going to the jurisdiction that did the enslaving. This lead to most states and several cities enacting laws that allowed for enslavement on charges as minor as some speeding tickets. Once a woman was enslaved and the proper fees were paid, she became a "person of limited rights" and could be resold to any one, with a 15% tax on the sales price. However the new owners could not re-sell her, except to a licensed slaver. Basically, any slave transaction required that either the buyer or the seller be a licensed slaver. The term "person of limited rights" was, at best, a misnomer. About the only right left to an enslave woman was that her children were born free. All other rights, be they financial and property rights, civil rights or basic human right had been removed. This means that an owner could, if he or she wanted, torture or kill a slave, with nothing other than his or her code of ethics to stop them. This, of course, meant that a great number of slaves were tortured or killed. A fairly large "Pay Per View" industry arose for torture and snuff shows, and Hollywood, as a whole, embraced the enslavement of actresses. Within a year of passage of the act, over 40% of all screen and TV actresses were enslaved, and by 2004 the number had risen to nearly 70%, with it reaching almost 90% of those under the age of 35. There were, of course, women and girls that were exempted from becoming slaves. 1. Pregnant women and mothers of minor children were not allowed to be enslaved. 2. Girls under the local age of consent could not be enslaved. Once enslaved, they, of course, could be transported to a state where they were under the age of consent and stay a slave. 3. Men that had a reported history of abuse could not enslave their victims. This had the more or less expected side effect of tripling the number of reported cases of domestic abuse. 4. Sellers could also be required to pass a drug screen, but that was optional and was to be established by the states. Some states, those with strong "war on drugs" laws made it a requirement, others made it a "random" test. One "positive" aspect of not having most laws apply to the "persons of limited rights" was that neither federal or state drug laws applied to them any more. This one aspect alone accounted for roughly 50% of the voluntary enslavement in the year 2003. Voluntary enslavement accounted for about 20% of the enslaved women. Sales by family accounted for another 40%, and "boyfriend enslavement" accounted for 30%, with the remaining 10% being by judicial action. This was the nation wide averages for the year 2003, however in some states judicial action would, at times, account for over 50% of the enslave women. Gulf Coast states during "spring break" being the most obvious and famous, but ski areas during winter breaks also had high rates of judicial enslavement. Tapes of young coeds being arrested on various "public drunkenness" or "creating an public disturbance" charges, then taken to special courts where they were enslaved and sold off became some of the best sellers for the various "Girls Gone Wild" companies. A lawsuit brought against one of the tape companies that alleged that they had set up the girls to be arrested was rejected on the grounds that while that tape company did in fact own the bar in question, had "all you can drink" specials for young women and had called the police to the bar, it was ruled that the young women in question had entered into the bar of their own free will, and that there were warning signs that this was a "public drunk enslavement community" within sight of the bar entrance and with these things taken into account their family had no grounds to sue. In the discovery portion of this lawsuit it was found that not only was the bar that sold the girls the drinks that lead to their being enslaved, the bar that bought them at the public auction were all owned by the same media company. The establishment that bought the slaves used them as wait staff, cage dancers, and sexual favors for customers (in so called "fellatio kiosks"). In addition to the "bar of enslavement" trick, which only really worked in the towns in the party area, many smaller towns "on the route" adopted "zero tolerance" speed zones. A popular "trick" speed limit for these towns would be 2-3 MPH under the "normal" highway speed limit. The ticketing officer, of course had full control over who got a "warning" and who had to go down town to see "the judge". Oddly, fat guys in Semi rigs tended to get warnings. A young female driver on the other hand, could pretty much count on seeing the judge. The "boyfriend enslavement" clause of the act, of course, also got a rather high rate of use during spring and winter breaks, with it being rather common for a mixed group to head to a party area, run out of cash, and sell one or more of the girls in the group to pay for the rest of the party. This got to be so common in some schools, that "girlfriends" were know as "spring break bank accounts". The requirement of having had vaginal sex with the intended slave at least 3 times in the last 30 days lead to two things, massive black market sales of various 'date rape' drugs, and most co-eds sucking cock pretty much on demand as to avoid the possibility of being sold into slavery by her "boyfriend". Of course, because all it took was a sworn statement from the seller and a medical exam proving that the intended slave was not a virgin in this case, there can be no doubt that many "break banks" were sold by persons that may or may not have have meet the full legal requirement.. Shortly after this "White Slavery Act of 2000" had passed, of course, the "Mad Cow" scares started. Congress passed the "Alternate Meat Source Inspection Act of 2001". In it, they directed that the FDA was to draw up the requirements to inspect and grade "Non traditional meat animals". The act explicitly allowed "person of limited rights" as a "Non traditional meat animal". With the passage of this act, many custom butcher shops obtained federal slaver warrants, so that they could directly buy "meat slaves" and many other established working relationships with white slavers in their towns or cities to buy unwanted slaves, or to act as "disposal" plants for slaves that had been killed for one reason or an other. Meat slavery became common enough that a special "meat tax" of $400 was applied to women sold expressly to become meat. It was found, that despite the attempts of several companies, it's not possible to do either a "cunt to mouth" or "ass to mouth" impalement and have the victim live more than a few minutes, never mind the infamous "20 minutes over the coals" things of Internet cartoon fame. This fact didn't make doing spit roasts any less popular however.
Ring! "Spellbook Slaves, how can I help you?" "My name is Rita Fairfield, with Jones, Schultz and Fairfield Accounting, and I need you to enslave my assistant." "I'm sorry, I don't do corporate asset work" "Oh, I don't want her as a corporate asset, I want her as my own personal slave." "I see. Is she willing to volunteer to be enslaved?" "No, that's why I need you to enslave her." "I'm sorry, I have rather strict limits, by law, as to who I can enslave. I can't just walk up to a woman and decide she would make a nice slave and enslave her" "But I want her enslaved! What does it take?" "Well, she can volunteer, or if she is under 21 her parents can have her enslaved. If she's married, her husband can enslave her. Then there is Person of Personal Contact, which means if a person, male only in this state, has had consensual vaginal sex with her at least three times in the last 30 days. There are several state and local law violations that will also result in her being enslaved, but I don't think that will help you." "So, your saying I can't have her as my slave." "No, I'm saying that you can't enslave her. If she is enslaved by one of the legal methods, you can buy her and have her as a slave, not the same thing." "Oh. I see. Thank you for your time". Well, that was odd, however no odder than a lot of calls I get. Despite being in place for 5 years now, a great number of people don't understand the White Slave Act. Seems that lots of people think I can enslave any woman I want to, which isn't the case. Eh, whatever, Ring! "Spellbook Slaves, can I help you?" "Yes, this is Rita Fairfield again. I've got a question about the "Persons of Personal Contact" thing you mentioned. Does it have to be an exclusive relationship?" "No, just have to have had 3 provable incidence of consensual, heterosexual, vaginal sex in the last 30 days, with out any exchange of items of value, at least in this state. For what it's worth, the lower limit on items of value is two dollars, and services such as transportation, hairdressing and makeovers are excluded. "I see. What are your business hours?" "We are open around the clock, however there is a $200 surcharge on all transaction not in normal business hours, which means 9 to 6 week days and Saturday, and 1 to 6 on Sunday." "Well, thank you for your time". As I'm setting at my desk, the phone rings. I check the caller ID. It's the CPA firm where Rita works. It's been three days from her last call. "Spellbook Slaves, can I help you?" "This is Rita Fairfield, and I would like to know if it's possible to have a 'suprise' enslavement?" "Rita, like I told you before, I can only enslave a woman under some fairly tightly controlled cirmainstances." "Oh, I understand that. But if the circumstances are met, can you enslave someone, totally against her will?" "Assuming they are met, yes, of course. Otherwise, all I would have would be volunteers." "Great. I've just found out that my boyfriend has been doing her on the side, and I've got the time stamped videos to prove it." "Well, assuming he wants her enslaved, not a problem then. There is a fee if I have to go to the client site to do the collecting, normally. And, if possible, I would like the paperwork to be done here in the office first." "We can do that." A few hours later, there is a ring at the front counter. I hear Ingrid talking, then she sticks her head in the door "There is a Ms. Fairfield and a Mr. Freeman to see you." I put away the Miss Oklahoma notes, and tell her to bring them in. Rita, it seems is, well, stunning. Really nice package. Would sell for 3, 3 and half grand in any sex slave market in the country. "Mr. West, we have the proof and papers your require", Rita starts off with, as soon as she had sat down. Mr. Freeman stood behind her. I interupted her, "Rita, I'm sorry, but in this case there is no 'we'. I need to speak with the principle here, and that would be Mr. Freeman." She pulls her head back, and starts to say something, then stops. "Of course you do. Thomas, want to tell him?". She hands him the folder she was holding. He takes out the form (State Slave Board standard form 2A, I note) and hands it to me. "Yeah, ah, like I want to have a Person of Personal Contact. Lilly Schultz, enslaved at the earliest date possible. I've like done her lots of times." The form, was not hand filled, but had all the blocks filled in via computer and was laser printed. Even the date block was printed, the only handwriting was his signature, and the signature of the notary, who I noted was Nelson B. Smithfield, Ingrid's former boss. "That's nice. Got some sort of proof of that?" Thomas looked sort of blank. Rita looked, well, pissed. "Tom, didn't you make a porn disk?" I could see the light turn on. He looked down in the folder and saw the DVD. It was obvious, at least to me, that he really wasn't the one in charge here. "Oh, yeah, it's all on here", he said as he handed me the DVD. I sighed and put it in the DVD drive on my computer. The amount of bad amateur porn I have to watch in the job is amazing. The DVD starts playing, and it's of suprising quality. It shows an attractive blond sitting at a desk. Rita walks into frame and hands her a stack of papers "Ms. Schultz, please have this set copied, and have a copy sent to me, Mr. Jones and your father please." I hit pause. "You want to enslave your partners daughter?" Rita replies, "Thomas isn't a partner, so, technically, the answer is no, but if what you mean is Lilly Schultz the daughter of the firm's senior partner, the answer is yes. Thomas has his reasons." Thomas goes "Yeah, I've got my reasons..." I start playing the DVD again, with a muttered "Whatever". There is a nicely done dissolve, and we see Lilly still at her desk. Thomas comes into frame. He glances at the camera, then walks up to Lilly, bends her back and kisses her. After 15 or so seconds, they break lock and he sort of stammers, "Lilly, I need it, need it bad...." She goes "here?" "Yeah, right here, No one will know... They have all left for the day, and the bitch wouldn't put out when I saw her today." Lilly giggles and goes "I thought Rita's hair didn't looked messed up after lunch, like it normally does...." I glance over at Rita. Butter wouldn't melt in her mouth. Lilly reaches for his fly and unzips him. She takes his cock into her mouth and starts blowing him. After 3 or 4 minutes, he starts to "I'm going to cum...." He stops her, then picks her up and sets her down on the desk with her legs spread. She's not wearing panties I note. Thomas enters her in one long thrust, then pumps in and out of her about 5 or 6 times. He then stops, pulls out, then pushes her head down towards his cock. He starts to cum even before her head is all the way down, but the last 2 or 3 blasts hit her on the face. She goes "If your going to cum on my face any way, why the fucking?" His reply of "Got to fuck you, that's all" is sort of, well obvious if you know what he's really doing. Lilly doesn't have a clue it seems. After this there is another dissolve and we see Lilly wearing a diffrent set of cloths and the camera dates stamp is the next day. We have another scene much like the first, which is basically a blowjob with token fucking, ending in a facial. A dissolve and yet another scene. I stop the DVD, "Well it seems you are in fact a person of personal contact for Ms. Schultz, so if we can just get a urine sample so I can insure you meet the "drug free" aspect we can finish up here. I hand him a cup and point him towards the bathroom. While he is in there I run his SSN and find that he doesn't have any abuse complaints filed against him, much less by Lilly Schultz, so we are good to go. He comes back, and I run the test. He is clean, at least as far the field test go, which is all I have to deal with. "Well, we seem to be all good here. Based on the video you have shown me, I can offer $750 for her, which after the $75 pickup fee is applied, and the slave tax, you would have a take home of around 424. You understand that if she is pregnant, I can't enslave her and I can't pay you until I give her a test. Is that acceptable?" Rita replied, "Of course it is. Please be at my office at 8:00 in the morning." She handed me a card, then stood up and started out the door. "Come on Thomas, we have things to do." Thomas lend over and quietly said to me "I'll be back in a bit OK?". I nodded and he left with Rita. About an hour after Rita and her boy-toy Thomas had left, Ingrid pages me, saying that Mr. Freeman is here, and would like to speak with me. I tell her to show him in. Shortly there after he walks in. Ever had one of those experiences where the 2nd time you meet someone, they are a whole different person? I had one with Mr. Thomas Freeman. Even the way he walked seemed different, more poised and confidante, or something. He sat down in the chair and casually leaned back in it. "Let me cut to the chase here, how much could I get for Rita?". As he said that, he tossed a packet onto my desk. I opened it and found a boilerplate version of form 2A, with the variable parts filled in, neatly, in ink, with his signature and, oddly, Nelson B. Smithfield stamp and signature in the notary field. I really need to find out what his deal is. There was also a CD-R in the folder. I picked it up and put it in the drive. "Sorry, it's not a real DVD, but then again, I don't have quite a much money to toss at this project as The Bitch does.". There were several dozen folders, named as a time date stamp. In each one I find a set of 5 minute long AVI files. "It's from a security DVR. She never noticed the camera in the room. There is no sound, is that going to be a problem?" I picked one at random, with in the last 30 days and started playing the AVI file. It was Rita, on top of Thomas, in a reverse cow girl. I noted the date stamp and picked another file. Other than the fact that her bra was different color, it could have been a clone of the first one. Well, that and the date stamp. I picked a third, and same thing. Rita on top, in a reverse cow girl, this time nude. "Notice a trend? That's her favorite position. Make that her only position. She hot, I'll give you that, but she's not all that good of a fuck. I heard her call me her flesh dildo once with her chick group at lunch. When she came to me with this crazed idea to enslave Lilly so that Lilly wouldn't replace her as the 3rd partner, I went to my uncle and told him about it." I interrupted him, "Wait, you uncle is?" "Thomas Jones. The founder of the firm. I'm named after him, and unless something odd happens in the next 20 years or so, his heir." I looked at him when he said that, with that "Mr Spock" eyebrow effect. "Uncle Thomas is, well, part of the 20%." That made it clear, yeah, odds were that the favorite nephew would in fact be the heir of a gay business man. Rather common. In fact in some states, that was the probate law. Not Oklahoma, as it happens, but still nothing to raise any flags. "So, Mr Freeman, what do you want me to do here? I can tell you that Rita will go for a lot more than Lilly, like I'll offer you $1500 take home for her, and I'll waive the fee's." "So, she worth 3 grand or so on the open market?" "A redhead like that, oh yeah. easy. Maybe more if there are any Japanese or Malaysians bidding. Pale white redheads go for a major amount up with them. At least now. A couple of years ago, the rage was tanned blonds. Fashions change, even in sex slaves, and they change faster in Japan it seems. So, what is it going to be?" "Well, show up at the office, enslave Lilly, then enslave Rita. With both of them out of the way, I'll get my partnership easy." I looked surprised at this, "Ah, not to tell you how to do your business or any thing, but do you really think your going to make partner after enslaving the one of the senior partner's daughters?" Thomas made a snorting noise, and went on "Oh, yeah, that's not going to be a problem. Lilly is from his first marriage. If he had custody of her, he would have had her enslaved years ago. Well, up till year before last, when she turned 21. His current wife doesn't like her. Reminds her of his first. Rita hired her, to piss him off I think. He's going to be happy that Rita is gone, I can tell you that, because, as near as I can tell, when Rita was an associate, she blew him every day. The day she made partner, she stopped and as much as told him the only reason she was blowing him was to make partner. There is still a rumor going around that she some how cause Frederick's heart attack." Damn, I though I had dealt with odd office politics before. "Wait, who is Frederick?" Thomas went on to explain "Frederick Blackstone, one of the original partners. There is a corporate by law that says only 3 partners. On the death, retirement or removal of a partner, the two surviving partners choose a new one from the associates. After Dooley vs Texas, it was ruled that an enslaved person can not be a licensed CPA, which is a requirement to be a partner. Any rate, she was out of town, but still, the office gossip is she called him and said something. Nothing ever proved, of course.". "OK, think I have it all then." I re-ran his SSN, and he was still clean. "Still need a pee sample." I said handing him the cup. He took it into the bathroom and soon returned. The second test was clean, just like the first. "OK, see you in the morning." The next morning, I a woke to Ingrid blowing me. After I came in her mouth, she pulled up. "You know you left Sonya and the new girl nailed to the bench and Jen and her mom hanging by one arm." Ah, crap. I sat up, "OK, let Jen and her step mom down. Put them in the dog boxes. Leave Sonya and Cindy where there are. Give Sonya a level 7 zap every time you feel like it. You will feel like it at least 3 times this morning or the system will give you a level 8 at noon. I've got a thing to do this morning, and I'll get them out when I get back". Ingrid looked around and whispered "No TCC cameras in here right?" "No that I know of". She sat up. "Wendy called last night after you went to sleep. Can you set the zap on the after hours phone ring down a notch or two? It feels like level 6? "It's level 4, and no, I'm not changing it" "What ever, any rate, she told me to tell you that the 'rental deal' needed to be an unblemished slave. After you decided to nail Cindy's tits to the bench she will not do. You need to have one by 4:00 or there is going to be some problems. She said the slave doesn't have to be broke in, but needs to not be blemished." "Not a problem. Should have a pair in a couple of hours. And you can stop panicking about the money side of my paper work. I'm getting a pair of CPA slaves. I'll keep one of them as your helper. Want a blond or a red head?" Ingrid just looked at me. "Would the red head be named Rita by any chance? If so, I don't want her. You don't torture the help like you do the stock. Normally any way." "Yeah, what ever you say." "You don't..." "Want me to change that?" "Oh, no, not really, just saying...." With that charming bit of domesticity done, I went off to the bath room where I showered and got my self ready to get me a pair of slaves. I arrived at the office a little before 8:00. I walked in and told the receptionist I had an appointment with Ms. Fairfield at 8:00. She did some magic with the switch board, "Ms. Fairfield? Your 8:00 is here. I'll show him back". She took off her head set and said "If you would follow me?" I followed. I arrived back in an office, that I had seen before, on the DVD. Lilly was sitting at the desk looking over some files. "Lil, Mr. West is here to see your boss lady." Lilly pushed a button on her desk "Mr West is here, Rita". From the desk phone I heard Rita's voice "Send him in, but go get Mr. Freeman and the Brownback files." Lilly gestured towards the door as she stood up and went to a filing cabinet. I entered the room, and closed the door behind me. "How do you want me to do this?" "What, not asking the principle of the case how to do it?" "Cute. Really how do you want me to do this?" "How are you going to do it?" I opened up my briefcase and showed her the stun gun, the ball gag and the 4 way hand cuffs (AKA steel hogtie). "One zap to the neck, one gag, slap the cuffs on her and she's ready for transport. I'll get the slave dolly out of the van to remove her." "Oh, I like this. Stand back over there and hit her when she gives me the files." "OK, Wilco..." I waited for a few minutes, standing by the door. The door opened, and Lilly and Thomas walked in. "Where is Mr. West and why did you need the Brownback files? That account is long closed..." With that she handed Rita the files. I started to move forward, with the stun gun out. Rita started "Mr. West is.." ZAPPP "standing right behind you...". Lilly was laying on the ground at that point. I gagged her and rolled her over, slapping the 4by4 cuffs on her. As soon as I could tell she was awake again I stated "Lilly Schultz, a person of personal contact, one Thomas Freeman, has requested that you be enslaved, pursuant to the White Slave Act of 2000. At this time you are provisionally enslaved, pending the results of your pregnancy test.". After I finished that, Rita came around from behind her desk and bent over her. "Thought you were too good to lick my cunt were you? Well guess what, your going to be doing..." ZAPPP Rita fell down, landing on top of Lilly. I slapped the 2nd gag on her and the cuffs. As soon as I could tell Rita was awake I did my enslavement speech again... "Rita Fairfield, a person of personal contact, one Thomas Freeman, has requested that you be enslaved, pursuant to the White Slave Act of 2000. At this time you are provisionally enslaved, pending the results of your pregnancy test.". I looked up at Thomas, who was calling someone on Rita's phone. "Mr. Jones, the Brownback project is completed. Yes both sets of files. They will be removed from the office ASAP". I handed him both checks. "You understand that if either of them comes up pregnant, I'll be forced to free them, and issue a stop payment on the check for her." He nodded "Of course. I don't think that's going to be an issue. Unless they are cheating on me, it's not even possible. I had a vasectomy last year. I took the Fairbanks test. I'm part of the 5 percent that got both halves of the mutation. Any egg I fertilize will be female, while I've got nothing against females, as such, there isn't any sense in adding to the problem." Thomas helped me load the two new slaves onto the slave cart, and load them into my SUV. "I'll call as soon as the test are done". Back at the office, I administered the pregnancy test to the two provisional slaves. As Thomas had predicted, both failed. I gave his office a call. The receptionist answered "Jones, Schultz and Freeman, may I help you?" I grinned to my self and told her "My I speak with Mr. Freeman?" Thomas answered the phone after a ring or two, and I started in "First, congratulation on making partner, and second, you may cash both checks. May I ask you a question about the skills of the two slaves?" He laughed and replied "Oh, there isn't any question, Lilly is the better fuck...." I interrupted him, "No, that not what I'm wondering about. My current office manager is a wiz at everything but the money end of things. Which one of these two is the better accountant?" He laughed again, "Well, really Lilly, when you get down to it.". I replied "Great, that fits in with my plans quite nicely, thank you very much. Oh, yeah, if you are thinking about your receptionist, don't bother. Right now, all you could get from her would be around 300 take home." Again he laughed. "I wasn't thinking about her, and I suspect I'll have a hard time fucking any body in the office for a while."
I'm sitting in my home office, looking over the rules for the "Miss America" channel contest I have gotten my self into. Looks like I'm going to have sell roughly 8 to 12 beauty queen wannabes a week, at a profit, to win this contest. There are worse things in life. I hear the "bing-bong" of the door of the public area, and hear Ingrid's voice talking to another women. After a moment, Ingrid sticks her head into my office. "Mr. West? There is a woman here, who, I think, wants to sell you her step daughters." Well, let's go see what a modern day wicked step mother looks like. What one looks like is as late 20's blond, it seems. I assume the two nude and gagged girls are the step daughters. "Mr West, my name is Rhonda Johnson, I wish to sell these two into slavery." "Well, Mrs. Johnson, there are some things we need to do first, but if they all come out, I'll be glad to buy them from you. Ingrid, would you take these two back to holding, and get the urine sample from them please? Run the standard test, and bring me the results. Store the samples as normal. Mrs. Johnson, would you follow me?" With that, Ingrid lead the two girls off, and I head back to my office, with Rhonda following me. "OK, Mrs. Johnson.." "Rhonda, please" "OK, Rhonda, I need you to file this out, which is the standard enslavement papers, and I need a copy of your step daughters birth certificate, a copy of a current ID for each of them, plus copy of a current ID from you. " She hands me over a packet, which has all the papers I listed "I looked it up on the web site before I came here." I get out a piss test cup and hand it to her. "I also need a sample from you, as well." She takes the cup and goes into the bathroom off my office. While she is in there Ingrid comes in with the papers from the tests. "They aren't pregnant, but they are both higher than hell." As she said that, Rhonda came out of the bathroom "I'm not surprised they tested positive, there drug use is why I am selling them. They were warned." I take a look at the results and, yeah, with THC levels that high, they are in fact stoned to the gills right now. "Well, the law doesn't care about the new slave being high, just the seller." I take the sample of piss she gave me and drop 4 drops onto the slave testing card, which is a combo test that checks for drugs and pregnancy. After 30 seconds or so, all the test show as negative. While the test was running, I had entered Rhonda's SSN as well as the info on her two step-daughters into the State Slave Board's web site, and got back a "OK for sale". "Well, Rhonda, it looks that every thing is in order. Now let's talk price." Rhonda looked at me and said "Exactly when do they become enslaved?" "When I give you payment and the receipt" "And it's unbreakable?" "Pretty much." "Well, then I demand no less that an dollar. Each" "You just want a dollar for each of them?" "That is correct" Ok, why do I get the weird ones. "What ever you say." I enter the amount into the web form, and print the receipt off. I open up the cash box and take out 2 dollars. "Here you go. It's been a pleasure doing business with you." Rhonda takes the cash and papers, and puts them in her purse with out a word. She stands up and unzips her dress, then steps out of it. She wasn't wearing any underwear. "Oh, your not done doing business with me. I wish to volunteer to be enslaved." Well, didn't expect that. "Well, I need a notarized statement to that effect, and I can't be the notary for that." She picks up her purse and hands me a paper, it's the standard boilerplate volunteer statement, properly signed and stamped. "I told you I went to the Slave Board web site first". I take out another SlaveTest and apply the 4 drops to it, because, well, I need the paper trail for her enslavement. I hand her a "Right of First Refusal" form. "This is to let you select up to three persons you want me to contact to see if they want to buy you first. There is no guarantee that any of the persons you select will end up as your new owner, however I will not sell you for 24 hours to any one other than the persons you indicate." She takes the paper from me and fills it in and hands it back to me. I look at it, expecting to see her husbands name. Nope. "Lips Club", "Deep Kiss Traders" and "Hill's Fine Meat". "Are you sure about this? You want me to call a blow job club, and if they don't want you, a slaver that specialize in selling oral sex slaves, and if he doesn't want you, to a meat packing plant? You know they only buy live slaves if they have a live spit roast order? Do you also know that most blow job slaves die with in 90 days? Some one will want to do the 'noose suck' thing with you and you will not make it." "I know all that. At what point do I legally become a slave?" "As soon as I enter you in the system" I click a few buttons on the State Slave Board web form. "You are now a slave, for what it's worth". She looks up at the clock on the wall. "Good, before 3:00PM" "Why does that mater?" "Well, if I understand the law correctly, I can't be held accountable for the actions the free woman "Rhonda Johnson" now can I?" "In general, yeah, unless the actions could in theory result in a death sentence, pretty much what ever you did, you 'got away with', if you call being enslaved for life getting away with something" "Well, at 3:00 a fire bomb is going to go off at my former house. My ex-husband is on a business trip, with his "Secretary". He's going to come back and find his house, car, and boat in ashes. Plus the contents of all three of his safety deposit boxes. And, of course, his daughters and wife are gone. I told him I would ruin his life if he ever cheated on me. I think this should do it." Like I said, some times I just got to say "What the Fuck?". After the big event over at the country club, the three remaining ex-porn star slaves were more than a little nervous. The fact that I made them watch Jen and Angelica's daily torture shows probably didn't help there either. Of course nervous slaves really wasn't my problem right now. My problem was that I # Had to come up with a marketing plan to sell, at as high a profit as possible, roughly 9 beauty queen runner ups a week for 22 weeks and # Make space for the said beauty queens. Right now I have a rather full "stock" of slaves, what with Jen, Angelica, Sue , the Johnson trio, Sonya, Belinda, Tracie and the 3 ex-Bright Star slaves. Ingrid really didn't count in that, plus I really couldn't sell her with out more paper work hassles than I wanted. I could, in theory, move some of them into the "house slave" room, but that has had problems in the past. ring "Spellbook Slaves, this is Mike. Can I help you?" "Yeah, Mike this is Fred with Deep Kiss Traders. You left me a message about some vol-slave that wanted to be sold to me?" "Yep, well you were her second choice, after 'The Lips Club'. Granted you beat out Hill's, which was her number three choice. Lip's says they don't want any new slaves right now and Hill's never got back to me, which doesn't surprise me. They are getting out of the live slave business, unless they have a live roast request. They are getting CSN's daily output, which seems to be a lot of late." "Sorry about being late in calling back, but I could sure stand to buy her from you, if you still have her." "Yeah, and her two step daughters, plus 4 other slaves..." "$9,000 for the lot" "What?" "My idiot brother-in-law had a special on noose-sucks at his club and, well, let's just say they are going to be have a lot of girl buggers as the daily special for a while, and I need a bunch of suck slaves real fast. You still got Belinda and Tracie? I'll make it $12,000 if you toss in them as well." Well, that would solve my over crowding issue. Too bad this didn't count toward my profit and loss for the contest because, well, Belinda and Tracie are the only ones I paid for. Looks like about $11,000 pre-tax profit. Beats a poke in the eye with a sharp stick. "Works for me. Send your truck over with the papers to transfer them." "They will be there in a hour or so." "Sound good." After I hung up, I hit the intercom button "Ingrid, please get all the slaves, other than Sonya, Jen, Angelica and your self, travel collared and in the sales area". The squeal I heard from the outer office tells me that the "zap" command I put on the intercom system to go off when I let go of the 'talk' button was working. "Yes Mr. West ahhh!" Yeah, the zap on release was working. After 10 minutes or so, I look up at the monitor and see Ingrid hooking up travel collars to all the slaves, but I didn't see Belinda or Tracie. I typed a command into the system and watched Ingrid grab her collar and drop to her knees. A long pulse level 5 shock will do that. "I don't see Belinda or Tracie. Get them please". She stood up, barely flinching from the "gentle" zap she got from the intercom release and ran back into the house. A few minutes later she arrived and started adding the two ex-house, now soon to be suck slaves to the collar line. Shortly there after the slave truck from "Deep Kiss Traders" arrived and I had a check for $12,000 and 9 fewer slaves. Not a bad days work. ring "Spellbook Slaves, this is Mike." "Mike, this is Wendy with TCC. I've been watching you on the monitor and we have a problem. You need to have at least one house slave, because you are going to have a rental in two days. Unless you thing Sonya is safe to go out again..." "Crap. I didn't know that. Can you start giving me some notice on that sort of thing?" "Sorry, can't do that. It's part of the whole 'reality' thing..." "Ah, crap. Well, looks like I need to go down to the county sale tomorrow, and see what they have." "Sorry, but we really do need this rental show, it's part of a tie in with another show." "Damn, OK, OK, should have called you before I sold Belinda and Tracie." "No, you can't do that either. And we need to end this call fairly soon, because we have the streaming video off line while this is going on. This call didn't happen, if you understand." "Yes Big Sister, I understand...." "Bye Mike". DING Damn. Now what? I started to page Ingrid, but remembered that she was talking a shower, so I went to the door. I opened the door and there was a slightly chunky blond girl standing there "Mr West? My name is Cindy and I want to be a slave..." Looks like I don't need to goto the county sale after all...
"Yes, John, I under stand. It's not me, it you. Yeah, I'll keep in touch." Well, damn. I thought that one would last. I seem to have the worst luck with boyfriends. That's three this year alone. It's not like I don't put out or any any thing, I do. In fact John broke up with me not more than 3 hours after he fucked me in the ass. I mean, yeah, after the White Slave thing was passed, I, like most other girls my age, stopped letting my boyfriends fuck me in the pussy more than twice a month, but I give head on the first date, and every one after that, and my ass is almost that available. Well, enough about that. Time to go hit the "Chunky Monkey". Good comfort food. Let's see what's on the TV. There is crap on TV. Why am I not surprised. Ring "Hello?" Great. It's the boss. Wants me to come in early. "Yeah, I can come in early tomorrow. No problem. Bye, see you in the morning" I hang up the phone and start punching through the TV channels, thinking "Great, another long day on the help desk, just what I need right now." As I'm mussing, I find my self on "The Torture Channel". Some girl, a slave I guess is being flogged. I find my self unable to change the channel. After a few minutes, the man flogging the girl stops and bends her over and fucks her. Fucks her hard and fast. I find my self getting hot, and with out thinking I start fingering myself. He soon finishes and walks away, and the end credits start to roll. It seems this is some sort of 'reality' show called "Spellbook Slaves". I turn off the TV and decide to call it a night. The next morning I awaken 3 hours early, so I can get down to the office for the early shift my boss wants me to work. This is not really all that fun. I think about the girl I saw on the TV last night and wonder what she is doing now. When I get to the office, I find out that the reason I needed to be in early is because a remote site is going to call in with a question. Great. I could have done this from home. Now I have 2 hours to kill before my real job starts. I disable the firewall on my machine so I can surf the net with out "The Nanny" watching me (hey, knowing how to do that is part of my job. Not my fault they don't change the passwords). I finally find my self on the web site for "The Torture Channel". There is a link for that show I saw last night. I follow it. I can't believe this, I'm watching a web cam of a bunch of slaves, just sitting around. In what seems like no time, I hear the normal office hours people coming in. I realize I've spent over an hour watching slaves. I re-enable the fire wall and start taking calls. That night, I get home and turn on the TV. It's still on TCC. I see an ad, just as I start to change the channel for the show I saw last night. It will be on in two hours, at 8:00. 8:00 rolls around and I don't even think about it, I change the channel to TCC. I watch the show, almost in spite of my self. The next couple of days were much like this. Off to work, then back home where I watch this slaver's show. I start to think of the cast as being friends how haven't meet me yet. Mr. West, the white slaver, seems to be a weird mix of things. You never know what he's going to do. Ingrid, the older lady. She seems like a she's a mix of office manager and mom. Plus she's sexy as all get out, but a little sad some how. Sonya. Well, she's just wild. Scary, but in a good way, sort of. Tracie. She's happy and bubbly. She was the girl I first saw getting flogged and fucked. Belinda. She's just resigned. Does what she has to, but you can tell she's not really happy about it. Except when Tracie goes down on her. She likes that. Jen. Poor girl Being tortured so she will taste good as meat. There are some others but they seem to come and go. Bought and sold it seems. It seems my whole life revolves around this damn show. I find out that it's being filmed here in Eastlake. I look up the address of Spellbook Slaves. Northside. I change my route to work, so I drive by the house that acts as their home and office. When I found out what day Jen was going to be done, I bought a ticket to the barbecue. I felt I had to be there for her. I was so glad they didn't do her, but did those other girls instead. I even tried a small bit of them, when they were served. Taste like pork. Must be why they sometime call it "Long Pig". A week after that, all the girls that worked the help desk were called in to a meeting. The short version is that the company is cutting cost. All the help desk postions were going to be filled with "Corprate Assets". They explained that, in effect, to keep our jobs we would have to volunteer to be enslaved. We would still get paid, at a lesser rate, (but untaxed) and that the company would provide food, housing and medical care. This was on a Friday. We had until the next Monday to make up our minds. I went home more or less in a state of shock. What the hell? I turned on the TV, of course going to see "my" show. That's when it hit me, I'm going to be a slave next week. But if I'm going to be a slave I don't want to be some sort of drone for the oil industry, sharing a room with 3 other drones, I wanted to be a sex slave. I wanted to be a slave with my friends that didn't know me. I spent that weekend closing down my bank accounts, my credit cards, ending my lease, all that, basically closing down my life. Monday I went into work, finished cleaning out my desk, then told the HR staff that I would not be taking their offer and left. After selling my car and all my belongings I had about $40,000. I donated it to the Eastlake Red Cross, less $50.00. From the Red Cross office, I called a cab and gave them the address of Spellbook Slaves. I gave the cabbie the fifty, got out and walked up to the door. I rang the bell and waited. Mr. West opened the door and asked if he could help me. "Mr West? My name is Cindy and I want to be a slave" Mr West stood in the door for a couple of seconds, then blinked. "Of course you do. Come in and let's see what we can do about that." He gestured a "come in" motion and stepped aside. I entered what you would call his office's public area. He closed the door behind me, then lead me back into the private parts of the business. "Do you have a notarized statement of intent to be enslaved?" he asked. I was so glad I had been watching his show. "Yes, here it is." I said as I pulled it from my purse. He looked it over and then typed some data off of it into his computer. After a few seconds, he made sort of a grunt and said "Well, it seems you are of age and not currently a slave. All we need to do is see if you are 'with child' or on drugs right now.". With that, he pulled out a small cup and handed it to me. "Fill to the red line. The rest room is over there." I took the cup and went into the rest room and filled as directed. I returned with it. Mr. West had a some sort of test out and an eyedropper. He took a sample out of the cup, sealed the cup then dropped 4 drops on to the tiny cups on the test card. After a few seconds a set of lines showed up on the card. "OK, your not pregnant and don't seem to be doing any drugs. We are good to go here. This is your last chance. Are you sure you want to be a slave?" I stood there for a few seconds, then looked him in the eye and said, "Yes, that is what I want." He shrugged, entered a few more things in the computer, waited a second for a form to print off. He took the form, signed it, stamped it with some sort of corporate stamp, then stapled it with my intent and the result page from the wiz test and put them in a folder "OK, you are a slave now. This is your last thing you get to do on your own free will for a while." He handed me a piece of paper which said "First Refusal Request Form" across the top. "Please write down up to three people that you want me to contact as your first possible buyers. There is no guarantee that they will be your first owners, however I will not sell you to any one other than those listed for 24 hours". I handed him the form back saying "I don't have any one." He looked at me, then said, "Well, check the 'none' box and sign it then". I did as he asked then sort of stood there, not knowing what to do next. He looked at me, then said, "OK, strip. Unsold slaves don't wear clothing, at least not while in the shop. And put this on.", handing me a collar with a some sort of electronic device on it. I put the collar on, noticing that it 'locked' on, then started to disrobe. While I was taking my jeans off I said "How come Ingrid gets to wear a tunic then?" ZAPPPPP. I found my self setting on the floor, and my whole head and neck felt like it was on fire. "Three things: One, slaves don't question orders, Two, Ingrid isn't an unsold slave, Three, slaves don't question orders. Do I make my self clear here?" "Yes... Master". I said. "Mr West will do. Unless I personally buy you or make you a corporate asset Master isn't the correct term of address. That's just my personal foible, legally, of course, you are correct." As I finished stripping, an alarm clock noise went off. Mr West did something with his PDA and the noise stopped. "Time for the daily freak show. Might as well come along and see what Sonya has in mind today." With that, Mr. West hooked a dog leash to my collar and took me toward the rear of the house/office. Because I had watched the show so much, I knew where he was leading me to. We arrive at the torture room, where Sonya had Jen and Angelina strung up, hanging by one wrist each, with their backs to each other. She had tied their "free" arm to each other, and had extended it out, with a rope going to the "peg board" on the western wall. The effect was to make them look like they were cheerleaders making an "L". "I'm going to give them 25 lashes with the cat-o-nine today, then leave them up for a while. Is that OK?" Sonya asked. "Sound good to me. Oh, to make it exciting, at least for me, Cindy here is going to give me head. If I come in her mouth before you finish, I'm going to nail your nipples to that board on the work bench. If you finish first, her tits get nailed. Ingrid, keep count. Wait. I got an idea... Which ever one of you that gets nailed gets to choose one of the two pain pigs, to be nailed next to you. The other one stays hanging. Oh, Ingrid, only lashes that hit the tits count." Thank God I'm good at giving head. Mr. West sat down in the easy chair on the edge of the room and opened his fly. I knelt down in front of him. "You may start" he quietly said. SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK Oh my God, she's done 4 lashes and I haven't even started. I lean forward and take his hard cock into my mouth. SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK I lick the head for a second then do my signature "all in one gulp" deep throat move. I hold it for a few seconds SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK then rise up, licking the head of my owner's cock, then SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK go back down SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK I hold it for a second, swallowing to massage it with my throat then come back up, then SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK back down then SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK Back up. SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK Back down SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK Back up SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK Suddenly he grabs my head as I start to go back down. Once I'm all the way down, he holds me. SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK It's starting to get hard to breath. I swallow and try and breath through my nose. He must have figured that out, because with the other hand he pinches my nose shut. It's getting really hard to get a breath... I'm starting to panic SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK He lets go, and I pull my head up, just as he starts to cum. I swallow and pray that I did it in time. SMACK SMACK Ingrid says in a loud voice "25 on each set of breasts" Mr West says "Sonya, sorry you lost. Which pain slave do you want to be your partner?" Sonya breaths heavy for a second then spits out "Why don't you just nail me and the new slut and leave the pigs hanging?" Mr West looks down at me, then over at Sonya, "What ever. Works for me. Ingrid, go get the hammer and 4 finishing nails out of the tool drawer in the kitchen". Ingrid leaves. While she is gone, Sonya walks over to the work bench and kneels down, so her tits are laying over the wooden plank on the bench. Mr. West leads me over there as well, then tell Sonya "Stand up. Need to do something first." He takes a bottle off the bench and spills a little out of it in 4 spots on the board, then takes a Popsicle stick and spreads it around. He then picks up a spray bottle of something, then lifts up Sonya' tits and sprays the under side of them. He does the same to mine. "Super glue and accelerator. Don't want you moving while I nail you. OK, you first Sonya. Put your tits on the board." She hesitates for a second, then looks at him, as he reaches for his remote control hanging on his belt. Sonya screws up her face, then kneels down, put her tits on the glue. She give a couple of quick breaths, like something hurt her. "OK Cindy, your turn". I turn and kneel down, so my tits are on the plank. Suddenly I feel a fire under my tits, where the super glue is reacting to the accelerator on the underside of my breasts. I let out a "AHHHHHH". Mr. West sort of snickers and says "Seems Cindy isn't the quite type.". Ingrid comes into the room at this point. He takes the hammer and nails from her, then walks to Sonya's side. He put three nails down on the bench, then puts on in her left nipple. He taps it a few times with the hammer, then drives it home with a pair of hard hits. Sonya sort of jerks a bit, which makes the board pull from my tits, which hurts. He picks up another nail and repeats the 2 taps, 2 hits thing on her right nipple. It's my turn now. He walks over to my side and hold the nail over my nipple. Instead of doing the tap and whack thing like he did to Sonya, he just hits it hard once. The pain is blinding, but rapidly subsides. He picks up the last nail and does the same "Drive it home" thing with it. Again, a brief burst of blinding pain. "Well girls, I've got to run. Ingrid, stay in here and make sure no one really hurts them self until I get back."
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