…And that concludes todays school announcements. Would Maryann Lamond, Lisa Swains, Cynthia Holler, Dawn Schwartz and Opal Namath please report to room 212.”

Oh, God, how I love to do school pick ups. It never fails to amaze me at what lame ass reason the girls are being enslaved for, and the shit they will try to do to avoid being converted. Like there is any thing they can offer I can’t get after they are converted. I don’t have Boss Man West’s thing about fucking free women. Well, other than Tiffany, of course, but that’s not really fucking, I mean not real fucking, it’s face fucking. God does she give great head. She claims she’s still a virgin, but when you suck like that, well, does it really matter? Any rate, she is with me today to collect this group. I don’t know why they are being made into slaves, don’t care, all I know is I was sent to get 5 slaves from the school.

Matthew Marsh, or Swampy as I used to call him when I went to Dutch Hall, is waiting in the room with us. He’s wearing this absurd muscle shirt. Looked like he’s been working out. I don’t remember him being that ripped, but then again, I don’t normally look at guys. I’m not a 20% dude.

Tiffany whispers to me “If I had know how built he was I would have blown him my senior year.”

I whispered back “And if you did, you would be a slave now. Why do you think Cindy and Bobbi were the first torture slaves on that show? I thought you chicks were good at gossip. Every guy in the school knew that if a chick blew him she was soon to be a slave. Hell, Tony talked Clare into doing it when he was failing English. Swampy changed Tony’s grade and Clare’s locker ‘just happened’ to be the one of the ‘random’ lockers searched for pot. Too bad she ‘happened to’ have Tony’s roach clips in her jacket pocket that day.”

Tiff looks at me. “You knew about that? Besides, her parents bought her any way, so no big.”

I shook my head. “I looked up her papers when I was learning the system. Yeah, her father was one doing the bidding, but he was acting as an agent for his neighborhood’s association. She’s a community fuck toy now.“

I shut up because 1) Mr. Marsh turned to look at a us and 2) the sluts came into the room.

Swampy turned around and looked at the girls. I’ll cut to the chase here, girls. All of you have been converted to slave status for one or more reasons stated in the contracts your parents signed when you started this year. Well, that’s not quite true, Dawn, in your case, your parents came in this morning requested your conversion. They signed your conversion papers in my office. They didn’t say why, just that they wanted you converted as soon as possible. And to be honest, I don’t really care why they wanted you converted. Maryann and Lisa, you, of course, know you failed a “must pass” test as established by your parents. Cynthia and Opal, you have generated to many school demerits, and passed the level set by you parents. Of course all of your parents have been notified of this action and none of the took the opt-out option. So, please, no drama.

Have I said how much I love my job? I stepped forward and started my standard conversion speach.

“Maryann Lamond, Lisa Swains, Cynthia Holler, Dawn Schwartz and Opal Namath at this time there is a valid request for your conversion to slave status. You are required, by state and federal law,to follow my instrustions. I am allowed, by law, to apply what ever level of force need to make you follow my instructions. I am instructing you now to disrobe and provide me with a urine sample. Do you understand my statement and instructions?”

Tiffany spoke up “Please, fight back. I haven’t gotten to Taser a bitch in weeks. And I really want to.” As she finished saying that, which truth be told is damn near her standard speech, she “sparked” the Taser gun. Of course the fact that it is true doesn’t change any thing.

I don’t know if it was Swampy’s “no drama” request or their natural submissive nature or fear of Tiffany and her stun gun but in very short order we had 5 nude girls standing in front of us and 5 filled sample cups.

Tiffany and I quickly ran the slave urine test cards. All of them were clean. Swampy provided the paper work and a urine sample as the converting agent. There was a very faint trace on the THC line for Swampy, but not enough to down check the conversions. I pointed at the line and raised my eyebrow at him. He smiled and shrugged.

“OK, none of you are pregnant. That means that at this time you have been converted to persons of limited rights. Please follow me.” Just as I said that, the bell rang for end of home room. Dawn turned to me “please, let us wait until there isn’t any one in the hall….”

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Tiffany stood over her stunned body. “First rule. Slaves don’t talk back to their owners. Learn that or have a short painful life. You and you, pick her up and let’s get your slut asses out to the van so you can be processed. ”

All that and she give great head too. Have I said how much I love my job?