Dark Erotic Fiction

Antonio came into my office about 2 hours later. “Mr. West, I think you need to see this guy.” I nodded, and picked up the sex skills report for the newest slave “I see you gave her an oral skills of 85. Are you sure about that?” Antonio nodded, “Well, I gave her a 70, but the regular guy up graded it to 85 He said I didn’t know what a really good blow job was, because I worked around to damn many really good cock suckers. He may be right, most the tech school girls test in the high 80, low 90’s”

I looked at him “Wait, most of the tech high girls aren’t asset slaves…”

He nodded, “Yeah, they still take the tests They are having some sort of contest. The winner is the first one to get a 99 three test in a row.”

“Who is currently in the lead?”

“Tiffany. She always get a 95 or better. Any rate you really ought to see this guy out here.”

I walk out to the front desk where I find a young man that looks like he must be related to Jami Engen. Older brother, maybe.

“Mr West? My name is Robert Engen and I want you to enslave this women.” With that, he puts down a photo, a nude I might add, of Hillary Engen.

I looked at it, “I see. You are aware that sons can not enslave their mothers in this state. I don’t think they can in any state, actually.”

He nodded, “So, she did come here. How much did she sell Jami for?”

I handed him the photo back “Three fifty, and that still doesn’t change the fact that you can’t have her enslaved.”

He handed me a DVD. “I’m not asking you to enslave her because she is my step-mother, or mother of record, or what ever, I’m claiming that I am a person of personal contact with her. I’ve got the proof right here.”

“Your claiming PPC status with your own mother?”

“No, I’m not. I’m claiming PPC status with the bimbo my father happened to marry after my real mother passed away. She’s not my mother, and, hell she’s only 2 and half years older than me.”

Why do I get the weird ones? Oh, yeah, because I’m a slaver, I forget. Normal families don’t enslave each other. Or something like that.

Robert spoke up again “Just out of curiosity, where is Jami?”

I looked at him “She’s in holding. Why, you want to buy her? I’ll tell you that with her oral scores, she’s going to be sold in 2 days to a suck club. I’ve more or less got a half dozen standing orders for young slaves that test high on oral sex.”

He nodded. “Makes sense. Are you going to process this or not?” waving his request for conversion at me. “I’ll process it Give me a pee sample and if it passes after I review your evidence we can talk price and pick up point.” He took the cup, and I took the DVD and paper work. Because Hillary had given a sample today, I didn’t worry to much about the slave piss test. I dropped the DVD into the player and quickly verified that Robert was, in fact, a legal person of personal contact for Mrs. Hillary Engen. When I returned to the counter, Tiffany had run his test “He’s clean and green Mr. West” she said as I walked up.

“Well, Robert, it seems you meet the PPC requirements. How much do you want for her, and where do we pick her up at?”

He smiled “How about what she is worth, say $900 and at my house tonight at 7:00. I’ll make sure she is ready for you.”

I turn to Tiffany and say “Cut this man a check, and make sure that the pick up bag is loaded up in the SUV.”

7:00 rolled around and we arrived at the Engen home. The front door was open, not that it really mattered, we had a valid slave capture request, which meant we could kick the door down if we wanted to. I walked in and found Robert sitting in an easy chair with his pants around his ankles. Hillary was nude, with her arms tied behind her back, but kneeling in front of him with her face in his crotch. I assume his cock was in her mouth. He grabbed her head and held it in place for a second, making my assumption a near certainty, then pulled her off and then pushed her back As she fell back, I saw that her hair had hidden the blind fold and ear plugs. Robert quietly said “She probably doesn’t know you are here. This is on of our favorite games. She never knows if she blowing me or my dad. Just stun gun her and take her away.”

“Yes, do that” I turned and looked, as the elder Mr. Engen entered the room.

“You are OK with this Mr. Engen?” As I asked, Antonio pressed the stun gun to Hillary’s neck and gave her a good zap.

“Oh course. Robert earned this, and any thing I might have done to stop it went out the window when the silly bitch sold Jami for such a small amount. Not doing basic market research, and not know where you own vulnerabilities are. Not good in business.”

“Dad, they say that they are going to sell Jami to a suck club.”

The elder Engen nodded, “Make sure you find out which one. Some club members will want to know.” He looked at me. “If at all possible, sell Hillary to the same club.”

Intercom goes off “Mr. West, we have a family conversion, and I’ve got some problems, if you have some time, please….”

I get up and wander out to the front desk. I see two young white women, one wearing a cheerleader outfit, on in what passes for summer high fashion. “I’m Mr. West, what can I do for you today?” The blonde in the summer fashions starts yelling. “You can fire this slut or what ever you do to incompetent help and convert my daughter for me right fucking now”.

OK, this is odd. They two women look to be about 3, maybe 4 years apart. “Let’s not get excited here, let me look at your papers. I took the ID that my desk staff had collected, and sure enough, I had Hillary and Jami Engen in front of me. Hillary was 3 years and small change older than Jami. “Jami is your daughter?” Hillary nodded her head. “Yes, she is, and I want her converted to slave status NOW” “OK, hold on, let me check something…” I ran their SSN through the state slaver database. Sure enough, the state records showed Hillary as the mother of record of Jami. “May I ask how you managed to have a daughter that is only a little more than 3 years younger than you? Needless to say, this is a red flag for an enslavement.”

She looked defiant for a second, then finally said “Well, I adopted them when I married their father. He had the birth records updated.”

“So your not really the birth mother?”

“No, I’m not, does that matter?”

“No, not really, just resolves some issues. The state has made some changes to prevent false conversions. That doesn’t seem to be an issue here. I’ve pulled up the records, and I see that they were edited 2 years ago, so that explains the issues. There is no problem with the conversion at this time. Do you want to do a take home conversion or are you selling her to us?”

“What do you mean? I just want her made into a slave and out of the house!”

“OK, I take it you will not be leaving with her then?”

“No, I don’t ever want to see this slut again…”

While Hillary was saying this, Jami started to run for the door. Tiffany, the intern behind the desk hit the door lock button and Antonio, the male student worker pulled out his stun gun and dropped the attempted run-a-way in her tracks, then rapidly put a set of plastic tie cuffs on her. As Jami recovered from the stun she looked up at Hillary “Why, Hil, I thought you liked me. We were cheerleaders together….” Hillary looked down on her “As if, I was the head of the varsity cheerleaders, you were just on the JV squad. Don’t flatter your self. The only reason your on the varsity squad now is because your my legacy. Besides it’s pool season and I don’t want you messing up my chances.” Hillary looked back to me, “So, did I hear you say you would buy her from me? You mean I can get some money for her ass?”

I nodded “That would be the case. Make me an offer and we will see what happens”

She looked down at her, than back up at me “So, what about, say $350″

I looked at Jami. 18 year old red headed cheerleader. Even assuming below average sex skill scores she would resale for at least 2 grand. I would normally expect to pay three times what Hillary was asking. For some reason I didn’t feel like correcting her about Jami’s worth. “Sold. Tiffany, do the paper work, get the piss tests done and cut Mrs. Engen a check for her daughter. Antonio, that was good work. After the test are done, assuming positive results, you can take Jami back to the skills testing room. Your qualified to administer the oral sex test, so if you want to test her hot cheerleader mouth, you can do that.” He smiled at me “Thank you Mr. West, I think I will do that. Tif, I guess I’m not going to be giving you your practice test for a while.” Tiffany just blushed.