So, the boss man sends me out on a simple family conversion pickup. Suzi and Belinda Woodham. As I drive out there,  I wonder to my self if this Woodham family is related to my 9th grade English teacher.  She was sort of hot, in that MILF sort of way.

I get to the address, and am meet at the door by Mr. Ted Woodham, Esq. Says so, right there on the brass door plate over the door bell button. Don’t know if he really is a lawyer, or if he’s just being uppity. My money is on he’s an uppity lawyer. Whatever. He hands me the papers, and yeah, sure enough, it’s a mother and daughter conversion. He informs me, after we finish the basic paper that “Your product is in the master bedroom”. Sort of harsh way of referring to your wife and daughter, but, again, uppity lawyer, whatever. I go down the hallway to the ‘master bedroom’.

I open the door, and see two nude women laying on the bed. As soon as I see the older one, I pull my taser out and fire it into her. As she jerks around, with the darts still in her flesh, I hit the “Zap” button a few times. The daughter leaps up and screams. Mr. Woodham come running down the hall to see what’s going on.

“Shouldn’t have given me a D on my final report, Mrs. Woodham“

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Boss man sends me out to Eastlake University, as support to the campus cops.     What he means is that they are going to arrest and convert some coeds and that they don’t want to drive to our shop.   Might cut into their doughnut eating time.

Seems there is a a bit of a disturbance in one of the free dorms. Some sort of anti-slavery protest in the woman’s bathroom.

First off, WTF. I mean if you’re going to protest slavery, why do it in the one place where most people that are there normally are going to be at least likely sympathizer to your cause? That’s a case of “expanding on religious dogma to the temple singers” to use boss man’s phrase, which is to say more or less a waste of time.

Next, if you’re going to do this, in the “safe” place, why make a big enough mess and/or noise that you attract the attention of the campus police?

I just don’t get it.

Any rate, I give them the speech and the one in the middle flips me off.     So she gets a tazer to the navel, while Angelica hits ‘Incinerate’ with her tazer and Tiffany nails ‘Filthy’.

OK, three more or less hot chicks converted to slavery for violating the EU’s rules on time and place for protests.   If they had done it out side in the quad, it would not have been a problem.   Doing it inside the dorms, during ’study hours’ (loosely defined as before 10:00 PM) in a designated no harassment zone, well, as the comic book guy says “Worst. Protest. Ever.”

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Robert Staub and his current “fiancee” had just pulled into one of the “Hill’s Fine Meat” Parking lot. Bob had told her that this would spice up their sex, add some “danger” to it.

“OK Bitch, this is your last chance. Do it good enough and I don’t take you in.”

Judy Fulford had little fear, Robert had always liked her giving head. She was sure that he was just doing this to show off his power Alpha male and all that..   She even smiled as she started to go do on Bob.

What Judy didn’t know is that Bob, her “loving boyfriend”, had started to really hate her.   She seemed so, well, clingy.   Plus loosing that bet on the Knicks games didn’t help. Needed 500 fast, and well, he didn’t need to make it look like he had to push for sales, might effect the promotion. So Judy Fuckface it was. Might as well make a game out of it and get one more blow job, then tell her it wasn’t good enough and take her into Hill’s Fine Meat.   Should get enough to pay off the loses, and still have some walking around money, even if she wasn’t Grade A Prime.

Judy started with enthusiasm and skill.   Robert soon felt that tell sign that he was about to cum.   He decided to dump into her throat, so he push her head down hard on his cock, loving the feeling of her gagging on his erupting cock.   It was, truth to be told a masterful blow job.   Possibly the best she had ever done.   Too bad this was all a charade, she was going to be sold regardless of her skills. Silly bitch had signed a “pre-nupt” that stated that they were already engaging in sex. That made him a Person of Personal contacts, even with out any films of them fucking. Best bit of shyster advice he got from his lawyer. Hell, with that paper, he might as well be a husband as far as the White Slave laws went.

She looked up at him “Well?”

“Is that the best you can do?   Fuck that.   I’m selling you by the pound.”

As he drove away, $750 richer, he thought.   “That was easy, wonder if I could pull that off with Audrey Albert over in Sales and Marketing. She seems like the type that would jump for (and on) a Sr. Account rep, who was on the short list for district VP.”

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There are several things I like about my job, like the fact that it’s my job to make hot chicks get naked.   Plus having a hot chick partner who also likes to make chicks get naked and who loves to suck cock.   These things do not suck.

There are a few things that I don’t. Running Bitches are high on my list of things I don’t like.

Let me give you an example.     Today, on my third pick up, I was sent to the address of one Ashlee Theus, on a simple triggered parental pre-approved conversion. Seems that Miss Ashlee wasn’t living up to the promises she made to her parents after she graduated from High School and got “her own” apartment.   The fact that daddy was paying the bills didn’t seem to sink in.

Any rate, Tiffany and I show up at Miss Ashlee’s apartment.   She lets us in, and I launch in to “The Speech”

Ashlee Theus, 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 instructions. 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?

She nodded her head, kick off her flip-flops, then quickly stripped out of her jeans and tee shirt. She wasn’t wearing a bra, which, I had been told, was one of the many issues that her parents had with her. She was wearing a black “Thong” style pair of panties.

The silly bitch pulled the thong off, stopped for   a few seconds, then threw it at Tiffany, then turned and started to run towards the back of her apartment.

ZAP

If your going to run, start more than 10 feet away, because if you don’t, well, you will be with in 35 feet of me when I get the Taser out. And if your less than 35 feet, well, your going to get a pair of darts in your ass. Literally in this case. I turned to Tiffany, while Ashlee flopped on the ground like a landed fish “I hate it when they run.“

Tiff looked up at me, as she was putting the not so swift running girl in to a “steel hogtie” (a set of 4 cuffs with about 6 inches of chain attached to each, meeting in a steel ring, making an X)

“No, you don’t you love it. That gives you an excuse to taze their ass, with out any worry about boss man looking at the tapes and getting on your ass for excessive force.“

OK, she’s right.   I really don’t hate it when they run.   I really also don’t hate it when Tiffany blows me over their stunned and quivering body either.

…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….”

<ZAP>

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?

OK, this is going to be a great semester. I got the work study position, and it’s even better than I had hoped. I got selected to be part of some sort of reality show about my training to become a slaver/torturer, which is really fucking cool. Because of this I’m moving out of my parents house until January, granted to a dormitory, but it’s not the house and I’ve got my own personal slave to take care of my every need. Because of the problems caused by the camera crews and like that, “normal” school is only 3 hours a day, with some night time tutors in subject that I might need help in.

I didn’t win the whip making challenge that started the show off, but I did score an 8 out 10, over all. Wendy, the head judge (and I would love to get head from her…) was sort of nice. “Troll” thought that it was a sound whip, and one he would use for a quick flogging, but the handle needed some work for long term use. Sonya called it a disgrace to the proud history of whips and it was what she expected from pantie wearing boys that wanted to show off. I don’t like her, she really is a bitch. On the other hand she was by far the best “whipper” of the three. They all three gave Bobbi 5 lashes from each of the 10 whips made. Her back looked like a raw steak after they were done.

After that was over, we moved into the dorm, which is the top floor of the new Spellbook Slaves main office building. There I meet Staci McCall, who is my slave for the show. She actually volunteered to be a slave, just to be on this show. She is 22, and I think is a natural blonde, but it is hard to tell, because, well, she doesn’t have any pubic hair or armpit hair, so I couldn’t do the normal check for being a “suicide blonde” She had got ‘Nice Tits.’ “Real 38 C cup” is what she said. We were told that there was no limit on what we could do to our slave, but if she wasn’t fully function at the end of the semester we would have to pay for her. After unpacking, and fucking Staci I was told to report to the class room.

Mike West was waiting for us. We each were given a lap top with WiFi. Once he had made sure that all of us could log on to the net, he handed out some papers to us. “This from the current Oklahoma White Slavers test. Let’s look at question one:”

“You are establish a White Slaver company in an small town in Oklahoma. The town has no conversions done at this time. Assume state wide population percentages apply. The town has a population of 4,650. How many prime slaves (ages 16-24) could this town generate? Please show your work and assumptions.”

After reading this, he said we had 45 minutes and he would check back later.

I had no fucking clue, and there didn’t seem to be an easy way to figure that out.

After the 45 minutes were up, Mike came back into the room and started up the computer that drove the big display in the front of the room. “White Slaver Math 101″ was what came up on the screen

The formula is population * (percentage not African American * percentage in age bracket * (1 - (2 * straight male percentage)))

Mike looked at that for a minute and said “Most of that data you can pull up from census data. Let’s go over the parts of it now. Any body want to make a guess at why the percentage not African American is there?”

No one answered.

“Guys, there is more to being a slave than flogging and fucking. Some body, think..”

One of the other’s raised his hand “Because of their earlier history of slavery?”

Mike nodded “That is part of it, but it’s not the important part. Let’s back up a minute here. Why do we have female slavery now?”

I raised my hand “Because there are too many women in the population?”

Mike nodded. “Right, and this is because?”

“That flu thing after WWI”.

“Again, right. Which brings us to why you don’t count blacks in general population calculations for total number of possible slaves. The mutation caused by the Spanish flu of 1918 didn’t seem to effect Africans, both in Africa and with in the African Diaspora as much as it did Europeans or Asians. The fact that there really aren’t ‘too many’ black women, and the African American cultural bias against slavery means that, as a general rule you can disregard the African American population when it comes to generating new slaves. This is not to say that you will not see black slave girls. You will, it’s just they are rare. For what it’s worth, this means that they will have a higher value than a comparable white or Asian girl would.

“So, let’s start filling in some blanks here then. We were given the population figures. Let’s go to the census page and get the non-black number.

4650 * ((1 - 0.077) * percentage in age bracket * (1 - (2 * straight male percentage)))

Percentage in age bracket need a little tweaking off the census data, because they include 15 year olds in their break down. Assume a linear break down, so that gives us ((0.8 * 0.078) + 0.072) to go in that field.

4650 * ((1 - 0.077) * ((0.8 * 0.078) + 0.072) * (1 - (2 * straight male percentage)))

OK Now life gets a bit weird. Who, as a general rule, gets converted?”

Long silent pause.

“Well, dramatic stories about husbands converting wives aside, it’s normally girls and women that haven’t formed a long term relationship with a man. Little more factoids. Your generation has a sex ratio of 75:100. Mine has 80:100. They are saying that your children’s will be 50:100, and that is where it will stabilize at, but that is just theory right now. The facts are out of 175 people there are 75 males, so that makes it
(1 - ( 2 * (straight * (75 / 175 ))))

This will give us the percentage of women who are not in a relationship with a straight male, once we know what the straight number is.

The rule of thumb for this part of the country for straight is 80 percent, so that makes it
(1 - ( 2 * (0.8 * (75 / 175 ))))

Which makes our total formula
4650 * ((1 - 0.077) * ((0.8 * 0.078) + 0.072) * (1 - ( 2 * (0.8 * (75 / 175 )))))

This gives us roughly 181 possible slaves. That is what I would call “harvested” slaves, ones that are going to end up doing slave girl things. It’s not the total number of slaves you are going could find in this population. You also have SINO, DTL. asset and defensive enslavements. In the state, right now, that running about 25% of possible women. Any body want to make a wild leaping guess as to what we would need to change in the formula here?”

I raised my hand “The last bit? Shouldn’t it be 25 percent of straight males?”

Mike nodded and made a few clicks on his computer.

“That would make the SINO number this, wouldn’t it?

4650 * ((1 - 0.077) * ((0.8 * 0.078) + 0.072) * (0.25 * (0.8 * (75 / 175 )))))

Call it 49, which plus the 181 gives us a total ‘prime slave’ population of 230.

Let’s do another example. Given the formula I’ve given you, and knowing that your senior class has 496 members, how many of your class mates should we attempt to enslave this year? You have 10 minutes”

I looked at the formula. The obvious change was that all the girls in the population in question were in the age bracket, so that made it a 1, instead of 13 and change percent. So, that gives me

496 * ((1 - 0.077) * 1 * (1 - ( 2 * (0.8 * (75 / 175 ))))) or 143 possible slaves out of my class.

I wrote down my answer, and waited on the rest of the group.

Once every one had written down a number Mike said “If you didn’t get 143, plus or minus 1, you need to rethink your figures. Let me give you the short version of how to figure possible slaves. In Oklahoma, once you know the size of the population you are enslaving out of, which in the case of say school classes and like that, it’s roughly 29 percent.

So, what do you think this number is?

299673836 * ((1 - 0.128) * ((0.8 * 0.078) + 0.072) * (1 - ( 2 * (0.8 * (75 / 175 )))))) *(5/6) =~ 9198308″

After not getting an answer for about 30 seconds:

“It’s roughly the number of possible slaves in the US, given today’s estimated population figures and the 1 in 6 current enslavement rate. I’ll bet you all didn’t think there would be this much math did you? Wait until you get into figuring slave retail costs, to include all possible taxes… Any rate, go off and have fun for a while. I think Wendy and her marry crew will have a new challenge for you in the morning. And please don’t do any thing permanent to your room slave this week. There may be some changes made in that area and I’d hate to have to charge you so early in the semester.”

I thought this was going to be a sucky year, because my folks decided that I need to learn some sort of ‘life skills’ instead of just hanging out playing games with my friends. So I had to sign up for some sort of lame ass “Work for credit” program at school.

So, there I was, two weeks before school really starts, looking over the list of places that I can apply at, and holy shit “Spellbook S&G” is listed, with just the industry listed as “Slaving”. That can’t be! I signed up for it as my first choice! I mean, damn! I turned in my papers to the counselors office and was told that they would get back to me about when my interviews would be. Like I cared about any of them other than the first one!

Two days later I get a phone call from the school. I’m to report to the school for some sort of pre test for the work program. Damn, what ever. I get there, and am told to report to room 212a, which sucks, because that’s the metal shop. I must have missed out on the Slaver thing, damn!

I get to the metal shop, and there is a TV camera crew setting up lights and stuff. There are about 10 guys from the senior class hanging out in the hallway. I can see the flash of the welding machines. I’m told to wait a few minutes. After they get the lights all set up and I hear some cranking noises the guy that seems to be in charge comes out and waves us in.

Once we get inside the metal shop, well, I popped wood, or maybe steel. All the cheerleaders that graduated last year are in there, complete nude and hanging by their wrists over the work area! Maybe I didn’t miss out! This is way fucking cool.

The camera crew is filming us freak out about the girls, but after 2 or 3 minutes this hot looking chick in a “The Torture Channel” tee shirt comes up to us, waving the camera guys to not film her “Hi guys, welcome to reality TV, I’m going to make you a star!”