Dark Erotic Fiction

I wake up, receiving my normal morning blow job. Doesn’t feel like Ingrid this morning, but it’s a skillful one never the less. As I feel my self starting to cum I reach down and hold who ever it is sucking my cock head down as I unload into her mouth. After doing that, I open my eyes and see Ingrid standing by the door, and a red head, one of the latest batch of volunteers, down by my cock.

“Is she any good?”

“Yeah, about a 7 on the 1 to 10 scale.”

“She said she would rank at least an 8. Care to re-evaluate her based on that?”

Not something I really want to do while just waking up. It was good, but not mind blowing good, which is what any thing over a seven would be.

“Ah, no. Not really. Maybe not even a 7. More like 6.5 or so.”

I thought about it for few seconds, looking down at her. She was one the mob that had volunteered via the NMG web site just to be on the “Torture School” show, what ever it is they are calling it, “Horrible Things for Hotties:Schools Special” or something like that. She didn’t make the cut to be one of the room slaves, but scored high enough to not be one of the cannon fodder practice slaves. Well, that’s about to change, sort of.

“After breakfast, have her sent to the midtown office. She is to be graded by all the torture school students. For every point under 10 she receives, the grader will be allowed to give her, oh, let’s say 10 lashes. Make sure they know that before she starts sucking them.”

Ingrid looked at me. “You know that means she might get a thousand lashes“.

I nodded “Yeah, but I suspect she will only get a couple of hundred. Hey, she volunteered for this. To be on a show called ‘Horrible things for Hotties’. She is a hottie. Something horrible is about to happen to her. What’s the problem? And you, I might add, brought her to my attention.”

Ingrid looked back at me. “Yes, I did. And there are some more in the back room you are going to meet soon as well.”

I don’t understand her some times.

That charming bit of home life done, I get up, toss on my clothes and head down to what used to be my primary office, now just my computer room. I check my email, and I have one from Mr. Marsh, down at Dutch Hall. He wants me to come down to the school as soon as possible today and that I am to bring my slaving kit with me. He must have some students that got caught with something in their lockers again. Slaves is slaves. Odd that he would ask for me in person, vs just having on of the staff handle it. Normally, in the case of things like contraband found on school property, the young woman is given the ‘choice’ to volunteer, or have charges pressed against her. Given that the three companies that won the “right of first purchase” lottery for judicial enslavement in Eastlake are Deep Kiss Traders, The Abernathy Foundation and Hill’s Fine Meat and Slaves, it’s no wonder that many take the volunteer route. Slightly better chances of living out the next 2 years, or keeping your mind intact, if the stories about what happens at the Abernathy place are any where near accurate. Deep Kiss still makes most of their money in the suck clubs, all of which have various terminal options for their slaves. Hill’s, of course, started off as a straight butcher shop, that expanded into Alternate Meat sources, then decided that torture and snuff slaves would be a good market to get into as well.

I reply, saying that I will be there some time around 10:00.

10:00 rolls around, and I find my self in Mr. Marsh’s office. “So, what can I do for you, Mr. Marsh?”

“Please, call me Matt. Are you aware of SB-0056?

“Isn’t that the nut job’s primary bill? Last I heard that was getting a beat down in committee and wasn’t going any where for a while.”

“Yes, it is Rev. Wagner’s bill. And yes, I suspect your are right about it not passing, but if it does, it will put us in a rather strange place.”

“Go on“.

“Well if it passes, even the watered down version that some are saying has a chance of passing, it will make us an enslaving authority, at least for Oklahoma law purposes.”

“And this is bad because? That was not a random question. I really didn’t see the problem.

“The 45 day law would then take effect. We would not be allowed to keep a slave for more than 45 days.”

“So you sell the students that you enslave off with in 45 days. What is the problem?”

“It isn’t the students that are the problem. We have plans, which would be very hard to break, for reasons I’m not going to go into, aside for saying that it deals with one of our larger grants, to make at least part of our staff asset slaves.

The penny drops. One of their rich south side donors must have made a grant to the school, with some sort of stipulation about the staff. “OK, what part of the staff gets to be asset slaves then?”

“The female members of the athletic department for the high school, and selected members of the Drama, Dance and Music staff”

“I see.” Translation, the hot teachers get to be made into slaves.

“Yes, I suspect you do. At any rate, what we would like is to establish, well before the passage, if it happens, of SB-0056 a leasing relationship with Spellbook Slaves. You will purchase our current stock of slaves, which is, I believe, on the order of 19, and will supply to us selected skill slaves. Of course, we would require a separate discipline regulations than your current one for asset slaves.”

He handed me a 4 pages of paper, which had his idea of what a discipline regulation would be. “You expect to get women to agree to this?” I was stunned at it. The basic thrust of was that if a team lost a game, the coach would be punished, by public flogging, based on the score of the game. There were other punishments, including a couple of snuff ones, for over all season level performance of the teams. Looking on, I find that for the boys football and basketball teams, the cheerleading coach would be be punished if the team lost. On the last page I find that they were planing on having athlete, performers and cheerleaders be a type of ‘jointly controlled asset slave’.

“And would you explain what the hell this last page is about?”

“To answer your questions, yes, I do expect our staff to sign it. They have already, the paperwork is just waiting on your approval of this scheme. As to the jointly controlled asset slaves, it’s simple. To be on a varsity team, to be a cheerleader or to appear in any of our shows, dance recitals or vocal concerts, female students of age must agree to enslavement. Or, of course, they can be enslaved by their parents. Either way, the control of them will be shared between you and their parents, as long as they are a student in good standing in our school. Once they either leave the school or graduate, their parents will be offered a buy out option. If they choose not to take it, then they default to you, as full slaves, with out an asset contract. I suspect you will find a ready market for trained singing and dancing teenage slaves. And of course, we know what happens to cheerleader slaves.”

What could I say? “Let me see the staff first, then we will talk.“