Dark Erotic Fiction

Well, crap. As if I didn’t have enough problems. I get this email from the US State department. Figures it would take them almost a year to notice my change in status.

Dear Ms. Shutlz:

This office has been directed to to inform you that it has revoked U.S. Passport Number Z77924302 issued to you on January 24, 2002 at the Passport Office, Eastlake, and any other U.S. Passport you may possess, whether issued to you in your true identity or not, under the provisions of section 51.70(A)(1) and 51.72(A) of title 22 of the code of federal regulations which read as follows:

Section 51.70 - Denial of Passports - (A) A passport, except for direct return to the United States, shall not be issued in any case in which: (1) The applicant is the subject of an outstanding federal warrant of arrest for a felony, including a warrant issued under the Federal Fugitive Act (18 U.S.C. 1073), and including a warrent issued under the White Slavery Act (U.S.C. 2000).

Section 51.72 - Revocation or Restriction of Passports - A passport may be revoked, restricted or limited where: (A) the national would not be entitled to issuance of a new passport under Section 51.70 or 51.71.

The Department”s action is predicated upon evidence that a warrant for for your enslavement was issued on or about 10/18/2005. We are not privy to the details of the evidence nor the warrant, and we are prohibited by gag order from releasing the name of department or branch of government which has notified us of your enslavement.

This document is not to be construed as official notification that you have been enslaved, nor is it to be construed that you will be enslaved. Merely that your passport has been cancelled, effective May 10th 2006.

Your passport has been immediately and permanently cancelled, and cannot be used to enter or leave any country, as required to reduce the chances of its misuse by terrorists or other criminals. Border control authorities here and abroad will confiscate any cancelled passport that comes to their notice. Any further use of any U.S. passport issued to you would constitute a violation of section 1544 of title 18 of the United States Code, a felony.

It is an offence under the Passports Act to use a cancelled passport with a penalty of up to 10 years” imprisonment or a fine of $110,000, or both.

You are advised of your right to a hearing under sections 51.80 through 51.89 of the passport regulation, a copy of which is enclosed. If you should desire such a hearing, you must notify this office within 60 days after receipt of this notice. However, such a hearing would be limited to determining whether or not you are the subject of a valid warrant of enslavement and if the appropriate passport regulations were properly applied. Furthermore, you are advised that a request for hearing does not serve to stay the action taken by the ‘other’ branch of government.

You may apply for a new passport when you provide documentation proving the matters which caused the cancellation are no longer applicable to you, and that you are once again eligible in all respects for the receipt of a new passport.

Sincerely,

Theodore Fleagle
Consul of the
United States of America

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After the Mr. Housman, the owner of White Glove cleaning, and I checked all the condo, and photographed the current condition of the condo, he agreed that Angelica, the sub-contractor he had used to do the work had, in fact, defrauded me. We reached an agreement that, in exchange for not naming him in my lawsuit, he would transfer two slaves of his to my company, if I would also file criminal fraud charges against Angelica. I agreed to this, choosing a matched set of blondes. Sisters, it turns out, both former members of Rev. Wagner’s flock.

The next day I returned to the office, and found my two new slaves, Alice and Jammie sleeping on the couch, together. Around 9:00 AM Mr. Housman called, and said that he would be delivering the sisters in an hour or so, and that Angelica would be in “to do what ever it is she does in her office, it’s damn sure not work” after lunch. I called a friend in the DA office and explained what I wanted to do. When he got over the fact that I wasn’t an slave of Spellbook any more, (and I didn’t explain exactly what my status was, to be honest), he told me that they would have to set up a special dual track trial, because it was possible that she would be enslaved as a result of the criminal charges. If she was enslaved either before or during the civil trial, there could be no judgment against her.

I hadn’t thought about that. This means I can’t really just let the DA take the case and just expect to pick up the pieces. I call Daniels, Harper and Beam, the law firm the my old accounting firm had used. Back when I was a totally free woman and was setting up Lilly’s Book Balancing, one of the partners had given me the bit of advice that I should put a couple of thousands into a retainer with a law firm. I set up the retainer with them, but never had any real need to use them, so when I called and identified my self, I was routed off to a associate, like I had expected. After I explained what I wanted to do, the young woman I was speaking to cut me off with “We don’t take cases from slaves against free women.”

Ah, crap. I looked at the retainer letter, and it was in LBB’s name, not mine. I replied “Can I speak with a partner then? It seems that ‘Lilly Book Balancing’ has your firm on retainer, not Lilly Schultz.After a moment I hear “This is Leo Clifton, how can we help you?”

Well, I did ask for a partner, I just didn’t expect the managing partner. I explain my dual track lawsuit/criminal fraud case problem to him. He goes straight to the point “Is the defendant in custody at this time?” After I tell him no, he tells me that I need to file charges against her on the criminal case. As soon as she was in custody, he would notify her lawyer, and the DA that I was also filing a civil case against her. At that point, in all probability, the DA would offer her a plea, that if she took a voluntary enslavement to Lilly’s Book Balancing, the criminal charges would be dropped.

While I was waiting on Alice and Jammie to return, I spent some time looking around the office. The kitchen was full stocked. The phone system still had it’s single point of failure power system, that if I took the power cord from would shut off the system. Assuming they came back with the notarized statements, I knew what I was going to do with my two slaves, at least until I could get the slaver network software installed.

As I was looking around I heard the bell that indicated that some one had come into the office. I walked back up front to see who it was. There was a delivery guy standing there with a smallish box. I went up to him, signed for the box, then, with out thinking dropped to my knees in front of him. By the time I realized what I was doing I had already reached for his fly. He had a some what startled look on his face “Miss?” I thought to my self, “what the hell, I like to suck dick, and I will have some slaves later to do this”. I looked up “I find that I get better service if there is a personal reason for men like your self to come to my office.” I know it sounded hokey, but I was sort of busy. By that time I had his fly undone and had fished out his penis.

I took a breath then took his dick into my mouth, sucking on it and moving my tongue around the head. After a few moments he started to get hard. I wasn’t surprised at that, because, well, even gay guys like to have their dicks sucked. When I was down town, one of the gay leather boys had told me that it was to bad I was a woman, because if I was a guy that sucked dick like that he would marry me. I took that as the complement it was. I kept at it for several minutes, until I felt him grab my head and push me farther down. I took him into my throat, and massaged his dick by swallowing several times. This had the expected effect and he shortly started to cum. While he didn’t cum any thing like as much as Josh does, it was still a major amount of semen that he let loose into my mouth. I released his dick from my mouth, looked up at him and told him “You will get your dick sucked any time you want it, just come on by.” As he zipped his pants up I heard him say “Well, I’ll be sure to drop by in the morning to see if you need any thing picked up then…”

About twenty minutes after the delivery guy left, not Alice and Jammie returned, and silently handed me their notarized conversion requests. I took them, then handed them each a specimen cup. “You know what to do.” After I ran the drug and preggers test, finding them both clean and not with child I entered the data in the state slave’s board database, then payed the tax. “OK, you are both slaves now. Strip. Clothing is something you must earn. I don’t have collars for you, yet, but for tonight, you can stay here. I held up the power cord to the phone system. “You can’t call out, and I will lock the door behind me when I leave. Oh, yes, I forgot to tell you I changed the touch pad combination, so the mag locks will not let the doors open, even if your boyfriends have keys. I have some place to go, I’ll see you in the morning.”

Lilly’s Diary.

I can’t believe Mike did that. Thinking about it, this is even better than being freed, once you take into account the tax law issues, and other related issues. Well, time to get my life back in order, but not the way it was. That Lilly is dead and gone.

First order of business is see what the Condo looks like. I’ve been paying a cleaning service to deal with it for the last 6 months, let’s see what they did. After opening my door, it could tell what they did. They did the basic clean the first month, then just charged me after that. Dust every where. I am not a happy camper. I give them a call. After getting through to a manager, I ask if they use free or slave labor for their cleaning staff. They use, for the most part, slaves. I explain that I want the slave that was assigned to clean my condo last sent to my office in the morning, with the possible of a transfer to my company. He started to give me problems with that, until I tell him that give the level of breach of contract his company has committed, that if he doesn’t cooperate with me, it’s likely that I’ll end up owning all his staff after the court case, however if he just transfers her to my company, I will not file fraud charges, never mind the civil case I obviously have against him. He backs down and says she will be their in the morning.

I check the bed room. The sheets appear to be clean and don’t smell musty, so it’s likely they have been changed in the last month or so, so I will not have to spend the night in a hotel.

It’s still early afternoon, I might as well go check the office. I start to call, but decide to just drop by instead.

OK. This is not good. I left an office that was all black and steel, slick and minimalist. Alice seemed to have redecorated, using what I a call “Duckies and Bunnies” as the motif. There was even one of those damn “Hang on, Friday’s coming” kitten posters. Massive silk flowers. OK, this isn’t going to work. “Lilly, your here, But, how, I thought you were a slave…” “And that I would never see the inside of my office again? Guess again.” I looked around. I’ve got a pretty good eye for the prices of furniture and such like. Well over 20 grand total cost, and it looks like crap. A thought hit me. “Alice, I want you to stand up and move away from that computer right now.” Alice was bright, but most likely not really bright enough to keep the “real” books off her computer. I suspected I would find two sets, the one she was emailing me, and the real ones. As soon as I logged in with my admin account, sure enough, there it was. She even labeled the folder “For Lilly”. Seems she had given her self a major raise, and spent $37,000 on the office. Granted, some of it was for things that I had approved, but still, at least three fourths of it was unapproved. I looked up. ‘Alice, I have enough evidence here to have you arrested for embezzlement and fraud charges. You have 1 minute to decide, do I call the police and have you taken away or do you become an asset slave on the spot. Just to remind you, embezzlement is an convertible offense in Oklahoma, and of the last 50 women judicial enslaved in Eastlake, 42 were publicly spit roasted.” I looked her over. She’s roughly 5′6″, 130 lbs, plus or minus 5, with shoulder length brown hair, and what appears to be a generous C cup. Definitely Hill’s grade A, hard to tell about the live roaster endorsement with her close on, but I’d bet on it as well. She blinked for a second “Please, don’t call the police, I can pay you back…” I cut her off. “You can sign your life over to me, or you can take your chances on the courts. Those are your options.” As she was standing there, the door opened and a young woman, with lime green hair and what I call “punk lite” clothing came in “Hey, Alice, I got your lunch…” She stopped talking when she saw me sitting behind the desk. I looked up at her “And you are?” She stammered “Jammie, I work here.” I looked back “You did work here. Your employment is conditional on what I find in the files. Please, either go to your desk, or leave this office. If you leave this office, I will have your personal effects delivered to your address of record. Also, if you choose to leave, if I find cause to bring charges against you for embezzlement, I will bring charges.” She stood there, looking like she was stunned. I looked back to Alice. “Well?” She lowered her head “I’ll sign” I told her to take a seat and I would print them off for her. I looked back to Jammie “Standing there wasn’t one of your options. Sit at your desk or leave. I repeat, that if you leave, and I find cause to bring charges, you will not be given any other options.” She sits at her desk, either confident that I will not find any thing or confused. I spend a little more time poking around, and find several journal entries with her login attached to them, in the “real” books, but not in the “Lilly” books. I do find some entries of hers in the “Lilly” books, which means, at least, she knew about the twin books. Good enough for me, and post Enron, good enough for a judge as well. I close the files down. “Jammie, please come here.” She walks to in front of my desk. “I found at least 5 journal entries that will be thought of as corporate fraud in a court of law. I have not dug deep enough to establish if you have personally enriched yourself at the companies expense, so I don’t know if you can be charged with embezzlement or not, but that doesn’t matter, fraud is also a convertible offense in this state. I’m going to give you the same choices as I gave Alice. You may either convert to asset slave of your own free will, or I will press charges. I’m sure you know what that means. I can all put guarantee that some one that looks like you will find her self strapped to a Jessica 3000 within days of being arrested. You have one minute to decide, sign over you life to me, or take your chances with our fine court system here in Eastlake.”

Jammie looked at me like a stunned fish. “But, I, I, but…” I tapped the desk. “Make up your mind The default is I call the police.” She looked pained. “I’ll sign”. I sighed. “Great, have a seat while I print off your papers. I quickly pulled their employment papers up in the system, did a little cut and pasting onto the state slave board web site and generated a pair of “Volunteer conversion of status” forms. I thought about it for a second, and didn’t trigger the asset option. Let’s see if they know the difference, they should, they have been doing conversions for the last few months. I printed off the forms and handed them to them. “Please read over this, and if you have no questions, please have in notarized and returned to me. Once you walk out with those papers, you have 2 hours to return to me with them notarized. After that I will call the police and press charges against you for what ever I find evidence of.” They both took them and sort of looked at them as they walked out the door. So far so go.

The phone rang. No caller ID on the phone. Need to fix that! I pick up “LBB, this is Lilly, can I help you?”

“Ms. Schultz? This is White Glove cleaning. We have a bit of a problem. It seems that there were 3 personal assigned to clean your condo.”. “And the problem is?” “Well, we can’t send them all to you in the morning… ” “And why not? Do you really want a fraud case filled against you? Over the last 6 months I payed you over 3 grand, and got no service. I know what the retail value of a cleaning slave is. Your coming out a head on the deal, even if it is all three.” “No, you don’t understand, one of them isn’t a slave. She is an independent contractor of ours.” “You mean she wasn’t a slave. I’m going to give her the same options I gave the last two women that committed fraud against me. Sign conversions papers or I call the police and press fraud charges.” Long pause on the phone “Can you just go ahead and do that?” “Excuse me?” “I mean can you just go ahead and press charges.? The bitch is, I don’t know what to call her, she my sister-in-laws younger sister, and she’s been nothing but a pain in my ass after I hired her.” I thought about that for a while. “Well, can you meet me at my condo in, say 3 hours, with a camera, so we can document it’s current state?” He agreed and hung up.

I called Mike up, and asked him how long it would take to get a network like his installed at my office. “And why does a bookkeeper need a slavers network?”, he asked. “Mike I spent four years working as an accountant. I spent the last 6 months acting as a slaver at your shop. I know which one I would rather do. Plus with NMG doing their big push, I’m sure I’m going to get a lot of my old clients coming in here for conversions.” “How did you know about NMG plans?”, he quietly added. I thought about this for a minute. Time to find out what it takes to get him to spend 5 million. “You should pay more attention to the intercom lights, or not use your speaker phone. I listend in on your phone call.” Long pause. “Yeah, your right. Who else overheard?” “No one that is alive today. Two other slaves were in the room, but Josh and Debby-Ann took them away.” “Are you sure they are dead?” “Yes, I’m sure. I watched Debby-Ann cut their throats while I blew Josh. She was sort of pissed about that, I think she wanted to blow him.” “Well, what ever. I can come out tommorow and install a WiFi point and some blue tooth moduals. The rest is just software.” “Great. I’ll blow you for it. That and pay for it, of course.”

Well, the training of Jezebel is coming along fine. Several of the leather-boys have offered to buy her off of me if I ever get tired of her. As if!

There is some screw up at the University of Eastlake. While most of the co-eds have been bought, mainly by their parents, the 4 ring leaders are still here. Carlene, of course, has been un-officially bought by SBS&G to be our primary rental torture slave. Mr. Tucci says that he wants Nancy to under go a couple of hours a day on the Ultimate Ride machine each day. Kelly is trained and we are just waiting on the University to pull their head out and approve her sale. Emily was the one that didn’t have any thing “planned” for her. The University will not let us sell her to her parents, they aren’t planning on roasting her and so far there hasn’t been a nibble on her on line. She doesn’t have a live roaster endorsement, which means we can’t just send her down to Hill’s as part of the 5 per week. She is a business major, I (in my Lilly’s Book Balancing, LLC persona) might buy her to be a book keeper. Well, I’ll worry about that later.

Speaking of Hill’s had a bit of fun today. Rev. Wagner brought in 25 slaves. Mike had called and told me to have Hill’s grade them ASAP, however they were to brand them with the grade, not just use the purple ink stamps. Josh, the Hill’s inspector did the inspection and branding in the punishment room, while processing an order for 10 spit roasts. Josh offered to buy the 5 Grade A with endorsements on the spot, but I had been told that this whole batch was already informally bought, so I had to turn him down.

I’m sitting at my desk, and the phone rings. “Fineran” shows on the Caller ID. “Spellbook Slaves and Games, how can I help you?”

A male voice on the other end “This is John Fineran and I’d like to know why my check was undersized this time?”

I bring up his records. “I’m sorry, some one should have notified you. It seems that some one selected a terminal option on Valene and it was triggered, so you only got paid for 3 days this cycle.”

Long pause. “Are telling me that Valene is dead?”

“Yes, that’s what I’m telling you.” I dug around on the Lips to Go web site. As I suspected there was a video of her beheading. “You can see it on their web site if you want.” I idly watched the video. A guy face fucked her, with her held in the kiosk’s restrainer system/guillotine for 30 seconds or so, then pulled out and facial her, spraying his cum all over her face. He laughed then hit the “Get her head” button. A set of numbers started spinning on the display, then stopped showing the value 03. They blinked for a second, then the blade fell. He must have selected a more than 3% chance for her to be snuffed. Mike had mentioned their new system. That explains why we were losing on the average 3 slaves a week to them, even though they were technically rentals.

His voice came back on the phone “Oh my God. I had no idea this is what she was doing. My God..“. He must have found the web site and the video. “What happened to her body?”

“Well, the person that caused her to be killed got the head and a coupon for a taxidermist. Her body was picked up by Hill’s Fine Meat. You would have to contact them to find out what they did with it. Given her rating, I suspect she was roasted, but she could have been parted out.”

He said “I see. Well, actually the short check was just one of two reasons I called. Do you recall our first conversations?

I thought about it a bit. “You mean about your other daughter?”

“Yes, that’s it. I came in early last night, and found her, well, on her knees in front a her boyfriend, and well…”

“Sucking his cock?” I added.

“Yeah. Any rate, I want to know what my enslavement options with her are?”

I gave him the standard list of things required in cases like this. “Assuming you are doing the enslavement request, you must have legal custody, you can’t have had an abuse charge filed against you by the candidate or the candidate’s mother, the candidate can not be pregnant and you must pass a drug screen. For contractual reasons, you will have to go the main office to file the paper work to enslave her, I can’t do it at this office.”

“Thank you for you time.”

He didn’t seem all that upset about finding out his eldest daughter was dead now, and in fact seemed like he was sorted of excited by it, and was still thinking of enslaving his younger daughter. There is something damn strange going on in the south side nowadays.

Dear Diary:

Mr. West put Jezebel up on SlaveBay. Started getting requests on how many people she would feed as a roast! NO! She’s to hot to do that to! Of course, if I understand what Tony from Hill’s Fine Meat is telling me, having a “Live Roaster” endorsement means your a hot chick with large breasts any way. Only slaves that get the Grade “A” rating can get that. He looked me over and said I may or may not get the endorsement, I’m a borderline case. Thanks Tony! See if you get your dick sucked next time you come by! Border line case my ass. Of course, I’ll probably do it any way based on what he said next, that The Bitch needs to ride a spit and do it soon. He offered Mr. West something like 3500 for her, for some sort of demo live roasting thing that Hill’s is putting on next week. Mr. West said he would think about it, which means he’s not going to do it. I’ve seen the amount of money The Bitch brings in in rentals, Mr. West isn’t going to want to give that up. Of course, I’ve also seen the flogging and belt marks on her when she comes back. The Bitch is a hot, but she doesn’t fuck well. Gives good head, or at least Mr. West likes to skull fuck her a lot, which may or may not be the same thing. Any way, it warms to my heart to know that she gets beaten for being a bad fuck 1 out 3 times she goes out as a fuck toy. Some day, some one is going to go all the way to killing her for being a bad fuck and on that day, well, I just hope it happens soon.

Getting back on track here, after 3 days, I had won Jezebel. I went in to her cell, then brought her out to my desk. I looked at her. She looked at me then went “OK, I’m your slave. Now what?” I told her that to start she can crawl under the desk and start licking my pussy. My desk being a slaver’s desk, it’s got ring bolts to attach ankle cuffs to, so I secured her and slid my chair under up to her. I hadn’t asked the leather boys how they had her tested on cunnilingus, but how ever they did, they were right, she is damn good at it. After I came down from the 3rd mind blowing orgasm, I pushed my self back. She looked up at me “OK, what do we do now, Mistress?”

That’s when it hit me, I don’t have a clue about how to train a slave. I’ve watched the boys here, and sort of watched Doug when he was working on Kelly, but not really. I call Mr. West up and ask what I should do. He tells me, with a laugh, that I should call up one of the trainers in the yellow book and have them train the pair of us, her as a slave, me as a trainer. He said he would cover the cost of training me, but that Lilly’s Book Balancing, LLC would have to cover the cost of training Jezebel. Damn, he noticed who paid for her. Damn, should have thought about that. He tells me that his land shark says that there isn’t any way he can take those funds, so I don’t have to worry about that. He also said that after the current slave crunch is over, he might start letting me use that company again around tax time. He laughed and said that a slave tax accountant doing work naked might be a good selling point. Have I said that he’s a bit odd some times? Any way, I decided to call Doug up to have us trained. I get his voice mail, and leave him message. When he calls me back, he tells me that he will not be able to take on another slave for at least 2 weeks, and he doesn’t do the train the trainer thing any way. Damn. He recommends a friend, a Mistress Angel Raven. I decide to call her, and she is more the willing to come down and train Jezebel as a slave, and train me in being a slave trainer. She should be her some time this afternoon.

Dear Diary:
Well, I decided to take the lashes. The Ultimate Ride machine scares the piss out of me. The only good thing about deciding to take the lashes last night is while I was being flogged, The Bitch was on the damn Ultimate Ride machine. Mr. West had triggered most of the options too, every thing but the tongue and nose rings. The Bitch wasn’t happy about having her nipples pierced by a machine. Seems that part of the deal with TCC and the UR people is that the machines get used at lest 8 hours a week, and that part of that time has to be shown on the TV show, not just the live feed cameras. I know my time is coming, and I’m not looking forward to it. Of course right now that’s not really a problem, what with Carlene Poulton, one of the TA from the university seeming to have turned into a pain slut. I still don’t get that. The dragged her off to be on the machine a few days ago. The next day, when the came to take one of the other TA off to be on it, she volunteered to go instead, and again the day after, and yet again this morning. None of the other TA have ridden it yet. That, of course, is going to change real soon, because Mr. Tucci had called and said that they wanted Nancy Miller to be at the staff and faculty mid-winter break formal dinner, as the main course. She, of course, was not to be told, until the very last minute. Mr. Tucci says he doesn’t care what we do to the other 3, as long as they aren’t freed, and aren’t sold back to their parents. Well, that will make Mr. Watts happy.

I get to the down town office and start going over the nights events. Didn’t lose any, which is good. I think we are over that hump now. The phone rings. Caller ID says “Fineran”. “Spellbook Slaves, can I help you?”

The man on the other end starts up “The is John Fineran, I just got a check from you.”

I brought up the name. Ah, his daughter was one of the dozen or so girls that were being kept as rental slaves. “Yes, is there a problem?”

He clears his throat. “I don’t know, you tell me, it’s for $1,512. That’s a lot more than I expected.”. I pull up her records. “Well, we’ve got a 6 month contract with ‘Lips on the Go’ for her. She spends 3 hours a day in a mobile fellatio kiosk. Looks like an average of 3 blow jobs an hour at $50 each. There is a 60/40 split with use and Lips, and you get 40% of that.” I do a little fast ten keying. “Yeah, that looks like the right amount. Of course, with this contract the amount we, and you, gets depends on the number of cocks she sucks. It could be go up or down, depending on the market.” He sputters. “I had no idea. Thank you…”.

The red headed chick came back in, with her papers done up this morning. I gave her the sample cup and pointed her at our restroom. She brought back the cup, I did the SlaveTest card. She came back “Clean”. I entered her data in the SlaveMaster software, set the “pay tax now” flag and looked up at her. “Jezebel? This is your last chance. Are you sure you want this?”

She looked at me “I’ve never been more sure in my life”. I trigger the software. “Well, then, you are as of this moment a slave. Strip and fill out this paperwork. Answers found to be incorrect will result in punishment.” She nodded and stripped out of her tee shirt and jeans. She filled out the form and I started to fill in her data on the SlaveMaster database.

Name used as a free woman: Jezebel Fredericks
Desired Slave name, if different (Note, volunteers only):
Age: 23
Height: 5′7″
Weight: 140
Measurements: 38-24-37
Bra size: D
Breast implants (Y/N)N
Piercings or tattoos (Y/N) Y
If Yes, please describe
Both nipples, septum. Tattoos on left breast, both arms and thighs, across lower back.

1) Enslavement option Choose the best option:
A) volunteer

2) Sexual experience.
Have you every given a hand job? Y/N
Yes
If yes, did he cum? Y/N
Normally
If yes, number of hand jobs given
Over five hundred.
Rate your skill from 1-10
8

Have you ever sucked cock? Y/N
Yes
If yes, did he cum in your mouth? Y/N
Normally, if they don’t cum on my face.
If in your mouth, did you swallow? Y/N
Normally, unless they want me to snowball their girlfriend or some other chick.
If yes, number blow jobs given?
two or 3 a day for over 8 years. You do the math.
Rate your skill from 1-10
9

Have you ever been fucked in the ass? Y/N
Yes.
Rate your skill from 1-10
8

Have you ever been fucked in the pussy? Y/N
Yes. I’ve got over 700 signed 2 dollar bills in the last 2 years.
Rate your skill from 1-10
8

Have you ever had a sexual experience with a female? Y/N Y
If yes describe.
I’m bisexual. While I normally do guys, I still go down on a couple of girls a week.

Total number of partners for all acts above:
I have no idea. See numbers above.

3) Select your desired end use.
A) I want to be a sex and torture slave of a single master
C) I want to be a sex only slave of a single master
D) I want to be a sex and torture slave for more than one master
F) I want to be a sex only slave for more than one master

Any of the above would be fine.

4) Other skills - Please list any that you think will effect your sale
I want to get fucked and fucked a lot. Doing that as a free woman is either a real pain in the ass keeping track of who you have fucked lately or a one way ticked to the slave block, so I might as well just go ahead and put myself on the block, because I’m tired of keeping track.

I noticed that she gave her self very high scores. I looked around, and saw Randy and Ben, two of the “leather boys” walking down the hall. “Randy! Can you do me a favor?” Randy turned back to me “Sure, but don’t you all ready owe me like 3 blowjobs for favors already?” “It’s 4, and yeah, but I don’t think you are going to charge me for this one.” I pointed at Jezebel. “Test her. Full set of test, to include a pain tolerance test. She says she’s an 8, 9 on blow jobs” He smiled “I think I can work her into my schedule. Tell you what, if she really is an 8 you will not owe me any thing. If not, well, let’s go with double or nothing?” I smiled. “Works for me.”.

About 3 hours later, Randy and Ben came back up front, to go to lunch. They dropped their report down in front of me “Subject tested at claimed levels. High to very high pain tolerance. Hill’s Fine Meat gives grade of ‘A’ w/ live roast endorsement.” Randy said, as he went into the elevator “We’re even, but if you want you can blow me this afternoon any way” I called out to him “I’ve got a meething, do it in the morning!” as the doors shut.

I called the home office. “Now what Lilly?” Mr. West seemed a bit cross. I checked the office monitor. Oh, that’s why. The Bitch was blowing him. The only thing I don’t like about working down here is that it leave The Bitch time to try and turn Mr. West against me. Not that it seems to be working, at least so far. I clear my throat. “Where do you want me to keep the SlaveBay girls now? We are still over crowded.” He holds The Bitches head down. He’s cumming in her mouth. He finishes, lets go, then literally kicks her back on to her back. “Go to your room. Oh, the SlaveBay girls? Empty out one of the cells, and use it for them. Yes, I know that will make the even more overcrowded in the other cells. Offer it as an option to some of the other girls, if they want more room. Do explain to them that if they don’t sell on their SlaveBay auction, they will be publicly snuffed, OK?”

I nodded and tell him I can do that. Well, Jezebel, let’s get you out of the testing room and into your temporary home. After getting her in the cell, I do the database magic needed to get her on the SlaveBay site. OK, she’s up for sale now.

Once I get her into the cell, I log onto the bank account that my LLC’s funds are kept. Looks like I’ve got around 30,000 stashed back. Well, that should by me a redhead sex slave. After that, I log onto the SlaveBay site and enter a “sealed bid” for $15,000 for her. I don’t think she will go for that much, and that’s about half of my stash. Should work. God, I hope so, I want this girl real bad.
More later…

Writers note: This takes place a little before “Kelly’s Story, part 4″ I’m behind the 8 ball this weekend. Even though Jezebel shows up at the end of this post, this is not part of my payment.

As I get to work today, it dawns on me, I don’t think Mr. West know there is an outstanding bid and request for one of the ex-TA slaves. If I understood him correctly this morning, the university is going to be collecting at least one of them later this week.

I give him a call, once I’ve checked the status of the slaves. No over night self snuffs, no notices from the testing group about slaves that need to be snuffed, and we are still at 300% capacity, which is better than the 450% we were at before. Lots of the co-eds are being bought back by their parents, but not quite at the rate were were expecting. A larger than expected number of them were tagged as “Ship to contact address as meat”. One un-expected side effect of having those nut-job church girls here at the same time is several of the parents calling in about their precious little girl also bought them self a house slave.

The house slave option was one of my better ideas. A lot of the girls from the church will never make it as a sex slave, for one reason or another, but they are highly skilled at the domestic arts. They are selling at about 40-70% over meat price, so it’s a good deal all around. Of course there was the one couple that wanted a pair of house slaves, and to pay one manumission tax, they would decided which one to apply it to after they had them seen and talked to them both. Their daughter, on the other hand, they wanted delivered ready for a living spiting.

Well I’ve stalled long enough this morning. Hit the speed dial. Mr. West answers “Now what Lilly?” I hate caller ID. “We have a bit of an issue about the TAs…” “Go on”.

I sighed “Well, I’ve taken some advanced payment on one…” “And this is a bad thing why?” Glad he said it that way… “Well the customer wants some special training done on her first.” Longer than normal pause “We don’t have time for that crap, even if paid. Call one of the slave trainers in the book. Select one at random and just hire him. Make damn sure his or her fee is under that you told the client. Oh, and Lilly, I knew about the intrest on Kelly for a couple of days. So, tonight, say, 50 lashes? Or maybe an hour on the Ultimate Ride machine. Tell me when you get home.”

Well, damn. I keep forgetting about the fact that I live in a fish bowl. I let my fingers do the walking and soon have a “Master Doug, slave trainer” on a trial retainer.

With that taken care of, I start processing the night’s reports on slave testing. Seems that either they tester are getting soft in their old age, or we have a certified fuck toy in our slave set. Sara Brown, an exchange student from Tasmania, had rated her self as 7 on oral sex, 8 on normal sex and was an anal virgin. The notes from all 3 testers (a strong indication that they weren’t getting soft, but she was a fuck toy!) indicated that, if any thing, she had under rated her cock sucking skills, but her rating of 8 was warranted on fucking. I checked her file, and she didn’t have a contact number on file. I thought about this, and changed her flag to “bought” and transfered her to Spellbook Slaves. With Jennifer not a full time rental slave any more, I knew that Mr. West would need a rental slave replacement, and I figured this was a good a choice as any.

The elevator ding made me look up. This stunning red head walks in, looks around and then heads straight over to my desk. “Hi! I’m a cock sucking slut that wants to be made into a slave. Where do I sign up?”

I look up at her, and my thoughts go to a dirty place. I’ve got some cash in my LLC’s holding account. I’ve checked, that didn’t transfer to Mr. West when he enslaved me. I also know that as a Corprate Asset slave, I’m sort of allowed to own property. Slaves are property. I want this girl… I want her bad. I shake my head and hand her the forms. “Well, you need to fill this out, get it notarized by an out side notary, then, assuming you pass the Pee tests, your, well, a slave.” She nodded, took the forms and left.

I hit speed dial “Now what!” “Sorry, Mr. West, but what is your company policy on asset slaves owning property.” Longish pause. “So, you think your going to buy that red head that just left huh?” Damn, I hate the fish bowl. “Yes, if it’s OK with the company by-laws” “Well, it’s not forbidden. You do realize that you will have to share, right? And she’s not a slave just yet. Tell you what. If she comes back, have her tested out, and we will put her up on that new SlaveBay thing. If you win, well, you’ve got a bed warmer”.