Dark Erotic Fiction

Robert”s Slave Owner”s Diary: Day 64 - Fresh Meat from Dutch Hall

Robert Donner

WHO—Charles Bourbon, Jethro Earlshire, Nichole “Niki” Kidd, Maryann, Lisa, Cynthia, Dawn, Opal, Jeanie and Anita
WHAT—five former Dutch Hall students join the team—and so does a blast from the past!
WHERE—Culbert”s Research Group Slave Satellite Research Station (AKA Niki”s House)
WHEN—Wednesday, March 19, 2008

Niki”s home was now my home. I finished moving out of my ranch house with the help of a bunch of slaves and two rental moving trucks. It felt as if I were burning my boats behind me—or at least a bridge. The logic was that I had a place to live and I didn”t need two.

When I went into the dining hall for dinner, I saw a ghost.

“You were executed.” I don”t think I sounded that calm because the ghost laughed at me.

“No,” the ghost laughed some more. “Like you, I was given a show trial. The media made a big deal about me having my own gun in a combat zone. Ours were locked up, weren”t they? Just like the anti-sabotage measures at Pearl Harbor: they worked, no line crossing guerrilla got his hands on a loaded US weapon. The guards had only one magazine and five rounds. I had more for my gun than they did!”

“Aren”t you going to introduce me to your friend?” Niki asked.

“This is an old service buddy, Chuck Bourbon. I thought he had been court martialed and executed.”

“I visited you in the hospital, Rob. You were out of it after surgery. How”s your head?” Chuck chuckled again. “This is quite a set-up you have here. Well, aren”t you going to welcome me to the team?”

“He doesn”t know,” Niki said. “Better get your spouse. After he signs the contract on Friday, he will be your boss. Right now, it”s not official.”

“I hear that you”ll own all of this on Saturday,” Chuck said. “Let me go get Jethro.”

Spouse? Jethro? I was fine when I woke up this morning. There weren”t any rabbit holes to fall down.

“Dear, don”t think so hard. The other men have to be in a same-sex marriage. CRG did a study and determined that bisexual male couples would be the most effective support staff for the slave research groups.”

“I”m glad to meet you, sir!” Jethro was a slender lad that didn”t look old enough to shave. Jethro and Chuck made a stereotypical pair—Chuck was, of course, the big hairy football-player ex-Marine type spoofed on sitcoms. Except for this fact—Chuck had a brilliant mind. What was he doing here working for me? I thought that he was dead. “Chuck says that you saved his life in Korea.”

“Vietnam, Jethro,” Chuck grimaced, tousled the hair on the younger man”s head. “Boss, is there any chance that you will let him attend classes with the slaves? Jethro needs to correct 13 years of public miss-education!”

“All staff needs continuous education,” I replied. “I”m no exception. Why would the male staff be exempted? What does your contract say?”

Chuck told me. I was unsure that I heard correctly, so I will verify before I write it down in the diary. There were seven men on the station: I was to be the only “single” guy. The other six men had married each other. What did I let myself in for? The only marriage requirement in my contract was that I had to enslave my wife at my wedding ceremony. I was expected to marry again in the future.

After Chuck and Jethro I was a bit distracted throughout dinner.

“Do gay guys bother you?” Niki asked.

“They did. Now it”s different. This is the 21st Century. Besides, I don”t have to bed them.” I looked my fiancée in the eye, “All these years I have been thinking that the Corps threw three of us to the wolves. I thought that Sergeant Chuck Bourbon had been executed for having an illegal Browning High Power pistol in his sea bag.”

There was another reason, too.

“I had a brief flashback,” I confessed to Niki. “I flashed back to the battle and the court martial. Given a choice, I”d rather do the battle than the court martial. I didn”t have time to feel fear or that I was being screwed over when those satchel charges went off. I just grabbed my tool box and ambushed those…”

“Typical male,” Niki cooed. “I could talk my way out of anything. Which reminds me, right after you enslave me, you have to hang me up and beat me.”

“Huh?”

“Yes,” Niki continued brightly. “Fifty lashes with a cat-o”nine-tails. Just start in and let me have it at one stroke every ten to fifteen seconds. You are going to be my owner. You have the right to snuff me at any time. I need you to beat me so that I understand in my very core that you are my undisputed master and lord.”

“That wasn”t in the contract.”

“No. I need to be conquered. You are a gentle soul,” Niki stroked my bicep, “and very intellectual. We humans are savage animals. Not every slave needs to be beaten by you. Your Sandy would happily submit to you beating her to death if she thought you wanted that. Haley is like that, too. I know that you are my best mate logically, but we humans are not logical. I need you to whip me and fuck me on our wedding day in front of my father, my uncle, all of the other slaves and the male staffers. Do you want to practice?”

My psychology teacher was right. Everybody is crazy. Speaking of crazy, it is incredible that Niki was as naked as the slaves. It was her house, she was a free woman, so I didn”t think twice about it until Chuck ordered Jethro out of his shorts.

After dinner, I was introduced to the newest slaves in CRG”s slave think tank. They were from Dutch Hall and had been converted two or three weeks before. The five women had fresh welts on their skin. Their slave obedience school had scalped them—their heads were smoothly shaved, just as Debra”s had been. They had been sent to a rather severe slave obedience school, the Ms. Perfection Slave Academy. Normally, non-marring electrical punishment was the rule. Ms. Perfection used pain, embarrassment, humiliation, exposure, discomfort, hunger, terror and boredom to brainwash the new slaves. Niki explained as I inspected the new think tank workers that she had specified whipping.

“It will have to be part of our incentive program.” Niki caressed the nearest shoulder. That slave was the tallest one. “Do you know how Dutch Hall works?”

“No,” I admitted. “I was a product of the public school system and college isn”t the same thing.”

“Dutch Hall Preparatory Academy has become a slave trap,” Niki explained. “The senior class enslaves a third of its female students every year. It is a kindergarten through 12th grade private school on 81st Street. There are about 1000 students and the campus is 59 acres—that”s enough, mister!”

“Now what?” I was irritated. Niki was just getting to the good parts.

“Better,” she said. “You were geeking for a moment. These five were part of a Spellbook Slave package. The female students may either be enslaved, under a conditional conversion contract, or free with no contract. Four of these were under a conversion contract. Let”s start with Opal, here. Opal, tell your new master why you were converted?”

“Master,” Opal fell to the floor on her knees. She mumbled into the floor.

“That won”t do,” I said. “Opal, stand up. I can”t hear you. Now, tell me again.”

“Master, I accumulated too many demerits.”

“This is Dawn.” The slaves had been seated in height order. Dawn had a vacant expression. “Dawn, tell the master why you were converted.”

“My parents just walked into the slaver office and had me converted.” Dawn snapped out of her reverie and began to weep as she pleaded for mercy.

“You have been a bad girl,” Niki said. Niki delivered three rapid barehanded slaps to Dawn”s rump. It was a joke after what Ms. Perfection had done to the five girls. “You have been punished. You are forgiven. Don”t do that again.”

“Yes, Mistress,” Dawn hiccupped.

“Cynthia? You are next.”

“Yes, Mistress. I got too many demerits, Master.”

“Lisa?”

“Yes Mistress. Master, I failed a “can”t fail” test and was converted.”

“Last is Maryann.”

“Yes Mistress. I also failed a “must pass” exam.”

“There is one more working with Anita this evening. She”s Jeanie.” Niki took me to the kitchen. Anita and a young bald woman were pushing racks of dishes into the dish washer. The kitchen is a dangerous place, so in here the two slaves wore lab coats, rubber gloves and rubber boots for protection. Niki had to yell to be heard over the commercial dishwasher. “Jeanie, meet your new master!”

“Master!” Jeanie said.

“Jeanie, as soon as you finish here, you are the master”s companion for the night,” Niki said. “Anita will take you to his office. Don”t forget to bathe first.”

“Jeanie, how did you get converted?” I asked.

“Daddy took me in, Master.” Jeanie”s face clouded up. “He said that I might be good at cock sucking, but that I was useless as a slave maid and that I had a low pain tolerance. He didn”t even say goodbye. Master, I want to please you any way I can. Command me!”

“Obey Anita. I will see you later tonight.” I jerked my head towards the door and walked out. Niki followed. “Niki, do those five know each other?”

“Yes they do. Maryann, Lisa, Cynthia, Dawn and Opal were all in the same dorm room. If the entire dorm room is emptied out, there is less stress on the rest of the school. Take out a few of the girls in the same room and it hurts morale. Jeanie was their dormitory manager.”

“It strains credulity that all six of them would be converted on the same day for trivial offenses.” I glanced at Niki. “What obvious fact am I overlooking?”

“It wasn”t an accident,” my fiancée confirmed. “Two out of three women in the senior class will be converted. It is part of the plan. There are three lists: must convert, may convert, and must not convert. Roughly 80% of the girls in the junior and senior classes are at risk on any one day of becoming a slave. The rest are already slaves or their parents refuse to sign a conversion contract. Dawn”s parents were one of those. They changed their minds when we waved enough dollars in front of them.”

“Oh?”

“Yes. Even without a conditional enslavement, it is easy to convert a girl at Dutch Hall. The academy has a zero tolerance policy on drugs and weapons. There are other convertible offences even without the conditional enslavement: cheating on tests, fighting, stealing. About 25% of the girls entering the 11th grade are on the “must convert” list. Actually, if you don”t count transfers during the senior year, half of the junior girls will be enslaved by graduation. From there, more will be converted just after graduation. The Dutch Hall Board of Directors is all part of the Slaver Cabal. Now I said that a quarter of the female students are tagged for conversion. There is a very slim chance that someone on that list will not be converted. The “must convert” list has two inputs—merit and parental preference. Jeanie”s father converted her because he caught Mrs. Knapp screwing the gardener. He snuffed the mother on the 8th, roasted her. Max Knapp was actually merciful to his daughter. He could have had her snuffed as well. It was his legal right. Mr. Knapp didn”t—he sold Jeanie to Spellbook. Anita saw this lost little puppy and asked that we buy her. You need to review the Ms. Perfection reports on each of your slaves. Jeanie did everything she was told to the best of her ability. I think that Jeanie will respond to your laid back leadership style.”

“I was never really a leader,” I said. “I basically got corporal because I had high grades and I signed up for six years. I wasn”t a very good Marine. Poor attitude, for one. I can”t do that here or someone dies.”

“Good! But some of these girls are so submissive that they need a strong, loving hand to guide them. You just do what you did with Debra and you”ll be okay.”

“You said that there were three lists at Dutch Hall. What about the other two lists? And other schools?”

“Geeking again! Oh, well! The “may convert” list covers 50% of the students. The “must not convert” list is the rest. The Board of Directors sets out the lists based upon academic, artistic, and athletic achievements and on the students” citizenship scores. I graduated from there prior to WSA 2000 or I might have already become a slave—instead of expulsion, Dutch Hall converts now. Parents are encouraged to exercise their right of parental conversion at any time. The Board would not shed a tear if every female student at Dutch Hall was converted tomorrow—that means every girl down to the kindergarten level, Robert. In that event, they”d also convert every teacher, too, and they”d only spare some of the top women. Doing so would turn Dutch Hall into an all-boys school and they”d have to close up because they wouldn”t have enough students. The Board has determined that removing some of the juniors and one in three seniors won”t panic the students or make them feel hopeless, yet will yield the maximum amount of slaves. It is hard, with about half of the junior girls getting converted through the school over a two year period. With those girls already enslaved by their parents, the odd PPC or conversion by magistrate for criminal acts off-campus, and the post-graduation conversions by parents, over 2/3rds of the girls that enter their junior year at Dutch Hall will be slaves within 30 months. Eastlake Tech is a different school entirely. There is Eastlake University. Most of the schools in Eastlake are slave traps. It is possible for a girl to avoid enslavement. Hard, but possible. About like a boy going through grade school—boys will be boys and girls will be girls.”

“I don”t understand.”

“Society is left brained and very much anti-human,” Niki said. We had reached my office by then. “Boys are perpetual motion machines. In school they are supposed to sit still like little statues. No noise! Don”t day dream! For girls, becoming a woman is anti-social. Having any sort of fun is bad for you. I would be surprised if nobody was converted for getting fat! Don”t enjoy mood altering drugs! No sex! Spend all of your time studying boring stuff! It”s going to get worse. That”s why your contract requires you to convert your daughters. As the ratio of women to men rises, more women will be enslaved.”

“I”m glad that you will be my slave,” I said. “I”ll have someone smart to talk to.”

“We”re all smart. Did you know that Jeanie has an IQ of 160? The reason she gets into trouble is that she is too smart. Jeanie is also submissive to a fault. The others are like that, too. I”m too dominating. It is why you will have to beat me occasionally. It is why there are men around to help you.”

I couldn”t help feeling that I was unworthy of these women. Do my best—that”s my motto.

“I need to review the personnel spreadsheet again,” I yawned. “Today wasn”t a hard day. Why am I so tired?”

“Stay awake, Master Robert! Tonight you have to take on Jeanie and me!”

Can”t beat the perks on this job. My worries weren”t over having slaves. I was worried that I”d do something stupid and lose them. At least I”d never have to worry about a dateless Saturday night.