Dark Erotic Fiction

So the new inquisitors in training all go scattering off to make whips to flog their schools former cheerleaders, now torture slaves. Wendy turns to me and says “The way we are looking at this is that we are going to do it more like ‘Project:Fashion Show’, with you filling the mentor role vs being an adversarial figure to the boys. A little more hands on, but you will not be a judge, so you can go where ever it is you need to go. We’ll send you an tapes of the judging , but you need to leave the school for a while.”

“Are you going to be one of the judges?”

“Are you kidding? Of course I am. Plus Sonya the killer slave, the leather boy they call ‘The Troll’ and a guest judge each week. Just between you and me, the winner of the over all series gets to snuff Sonya at the end of the semester. Keep that under your hat.”

“Sounds good to me. Hey, wait a minute. The mentor guy on the fashion show is gay…”

“And your not? Damn, I had you pegged, I mean as much as you like blow jobs and anal sex, I figured you were just passing”

“Fuck you Wendy.”

“When and where?”

OK, when a chick as hot as Wendy says something like that, you really don’t have much choice. “OK, right now, and I think there is a desk back in the shop teacher’s office I can bend you over. I haven’t fucked a free chick in a while.”

Right about then, some sort of light fixture of the camera crew fell over. “Fuck! Rain check of the fucking. I’m on the clock and these guys are morons.” With that she turned and started yelling at the crew.

So with that I went to talk with Mr. Marsh about the guys that would be just taking the basic White Slaver work study and the girls. The guys were just like last year, but the girls, not so much. The contract they were to sign damn near guaranteed that I would be do a full conversion unless they were a perfect employee. And you know what the chances of a 18 or 19 year old girl being a perfect employee is, damn near nil. Mr. Marsh gave me two lists of female students “This list is the list of students that we feel, are, shall we say, convertible. This list, on the other hand, are ones with special skills or abilities that might warrant a slightly divergent track.”

“Let me get this straight, with out any pussy footing about. You want me to do every thing I can to enslave this list, but the other list isn’t to be enslaved.”

“In a nut shell, yes.”

“Well, if I have an event like what happened with the Tech girls last semester, I’m pressing charges, or doing conversions, regardless of which list the girl happens to be on.”

“That’s fine, I understand that, and let me hasten to say, to be honest, I wouldn’t really care if you did convert the whole batch of them, just the special skills list really do have some skills that would best serve the community as free women, not slaves.”

“So, this list” holding up the ‘do not enslave’ list, “isn’t just ones that gave you blow jobs last year?”

“Of, of course not. All the cock suckers are on the convert list.”

“So Cindy and Bobbi?”

“Cock suckers. Damn good ones. Bobbi in particular. She should be glad we had them arrested and bought them. Her father was planing on converting her to meat status right after graduation. Seems she didn’t get into the school he wanted her to.”

“So, instead of one bad afternoon, she gets a couple of months of torture before she rides a spit. I noticed you have already paid the snuff tax on all 6, do you know something I don’t about this project?”

“No, I don’t but I don’t want any legal issues with regards to how we treat our asset slaves either. NMG is just leasing them from us for this show.”

I looked over the list. “Looks like you want me to convert about 25 or so. Do you want me to be blatant about the existence of the two lists, or what?‘

“That would be up to you.”

That just about wrapped up my meeting with him, so after a few minutes I made my way out of the school, heading back to the home office.

I get back to the office, where I find a delivery truck parked out front. I go into the main office where I find Tiffany, one of the 3 tech school girls that managed to stay free, and the only one that stayed on as an employee on her knees blowing the driver. “Tiffany, I have slaves for that. Stop it…” Just then the driver pulls his cock out of her mouth and starts laying a fairly impressive load on her face. “Never mind. Clean up when you are done there and come into my office.”

A minute of so later Tiffany comes into my office.

“Tiff, do you want me to convert you to an asset slave?”

“Not really….”

“Then stop blowing the drivers. Send in one of the Dutch Hall girls, I need some information…”

Just then, the phone rang. Caller ID said “Lilly”. I waved off Tiffany and pick up the phone.

“Yes ‘Kathryn’, what can I do for you?”

“Turn on the TV on a local news channel, now, please.“.

I turned on the set in the office, and punched up a local station. Standing in front of the capital building was Rev. Wagner and a largish crowd of his followers. “And in Eastlake alone there are well over 60,000 young women between 19 and 24 who are tragically out of balance. This is why I am introducing legislation this very day to insure the purity of our national soul.” He went on for a few more minutes, then the news folk more or less went back to normal reporting, his sound bite being over.

Wait. He’s introducing legislation? What the Fuck, Over? “Ah, I thought he moved to Texas, how, what… ”

“Mike, your not making sense. Shut up and let me give you the up date, because, it seems you don’t pay attention to the south side. Remember 2 months ago when there was that special election to replace the state assemblyman that died in a car crash? I’ll give you a guess who ran and won. Seems he never registered to vote in Texas while he was down there, still owned a home in the district, so yeah, until the end of this term, he is a state congressmen. The state assembly is in session now, so, yeah, he could, and it seems, is introduction legislation. I’ve seen a copy of it, and it’s, well, harsh. But in a good way. For unmarried women under the age of 28, it makes ALL crimes in the state enslave offenses. That includes civil torts and traffic offenses, down to and including parking. Basically if the fine is over $15.00 or more than 10 days in jail, it’s an enslave offense.”

“That’s harsh, alright, but weren’t most offenses convertible already?”

“Your forgetting about the Student Courts thing that passed last year. Remember? Schools can charge fines now. And the fine can be over $15.00. For low grade point averages, in some schools, for example, you can be fined if you didn’t make your agreed on grade goal. That means that we are going to see a lot of school girl conversions if this passes.”

“What we will see is a lot of girls dropping out of school to avoid that…”

“Won’t work. Remember the ‘Future of Oklahoma Act of 2003′? If your not in an approved course of study, under 18 and don’t have an approved diploma, you are a truant and can be fined. More that $15.00 I’ll add.”

“Damn. What do you think the chances of it passing are?”

“With NMG pushing the way they are? Damn near a sure bet. The neo-abs are trying to fight it, but they have their own internal issues, and their lobbyist have some problems with access and such like. It gets better, or worse, depending on which side of the collar your on. All, repeat all, slaves must be marked in such a way as to be identified as a slave at over 10 yards in normal daylight, plus a slave must undergo “approved chastisement, in a public and recorded manner” at least every 90 days.”

“So all those SINO’s and tax laws ’slaves’, say in south side, are going to have start wearing collar or slave tunics and, and what, get spanked on tape every 3 months.”

“Some thing like that, however the current “approved chastisement” list starts at 10 lashes with a cat of 9 tails as the low end. Well, there is the 24 hour public humiliation option, but I suspect that isn’t going to be very popular. Oh, and, yeah, I forget to mention, it has to be a licensed slaver doing the chastisement. If this passes, your going to need to hire a few guys to do nothing but flog south side pseudo slaves all day. It gets better, if this passes landlords and banks will be able, in theory, to have women under the age of 28 converted for being as little as a day late on a payment of rent or on their credit cards. That might include the utility companies, and the phone companies as well, but I’m not sure about that. ”

“So, I predict an up surge in out of wedlock pregnancies”

“You know better than that, what are to two exception to the no mothers rule?”

“Ah, crap, parental conversion of a woman under 21, if they take custody, or one where the child becomes a ward of the state. Let me guess, his bill greatly expands when and why the state’s child robbers can take a child from a mother…”

“You got that one right. But I think he calls them ‘Child welfare agents’ not ‘child robbers’”

“What ever, same thing, different name. So, what do you think is going to happen?”

“Don’t know. But I’m betting it will pass, then we will start seeing a wave of ‘defensive’ enslavements by family members, even though the quartely flogging might be a bit of brake on that, but I know I’d rather get 40 lashes every year than risk riding a spit for an mall parking ticket….

“But you are a slave already”

“Yes, remind me to go look up Rita and do something nasty to her. I’m hiring a staff torturer, which if this passes is going to be weird, 4 times a year he’s going to have to flog me.”

So, does this bill pass? You can vote here…

A few minutes later another young woman, Ashlee, 18 years old, came in. Nice figure, but not as stunningly attractive as Erica and Pearlie were. Ashlee looked the sort that would have tried out to be a high school cheerleader, but whether or not she made the squad would depend on who else tried out that year. Sort of the bottom end of fairly cute.

However she did not seem very happy.

She looked around the office, reading the bulletin board, picking up a magazine and flipping through the pages without actually reading anything. It was a good ten minutes before she actually stepped up to Lilly and asked anything.

Ashlee said, “Hello.”

Lilly said, “Hello. Can I help you?”

Ashlee said, “I think so. Is this where women come to become slaves?”

Lilly said, “We do that here. Are you volunteering?”

Ashlee said, “I guess so.”

Lilly said, “Either you are or you aren’t.”

Ashlee said, “My high school guidance councilor told me this morning that I should volunteer soon, while I was still young, and before snuffing slaves for fun became too popular.”

Lilly said, “Sounds like a fun meeting.”

Ashlee said, “I wanted to be a nurse. He said that fifty years ago I probably would have made a good nurse, but these days you have to have an aptitude for using complex equipment.”

Lilly said, “I’m sure there is something else you could do if you wanted.”

Ashlee said, “He said sooner or later I’d find myself enslaved anyway. Might as well get a jump on it while the going is good.”

Lilly said, “Why did he feel you’d be enslaved?”

Ashlee said, “There was this event, and, do I have to tell you? Is that part of the volunteering?”

Lilly said, “No. Just curious.”

Ashlee said, “Then I’d rather not say.”

Lilly said, “OK.” Lilly could have cared less.

Ashlee said, “We must have discussed fifty other types of jobs and he kept telling me why I wasn’t suited to any of them.”

Lilly said, “Did you give any thought to housewife and mother?”

Ashlee said, “I said that too. He laughed so hard he spilled his coffee.”

Lilly said, “So you want to be a slave.”

Ashlee said, “I guess so.”

A few minutes later they’d done the paperwork and the drug test, and Ashlee wore her “Lilly’s Slaves” collar.

Lilly said, “All right. That’s that. You’re a slave.”

Ashlee said, “Do I have to take my clothes off now?”

Lilly said, “What do you think?”

Ashlee said, “I’m not a complete prude. I’ve seen that show you used to be on once.”

Lilly said, “Just once?” Lilly had never met anyone who had watched the show just once before, and was genuinely curious.

Ashlee said, “I’m not a sicky, or lesbo either. Once was more than enough.”

Lilly did not take offence. Lilly took it as a statement as to Ashlee’s character - character traits that were going to need a serious denting if Ashlee were to survive as a slave.

Lilly said, “Then you know we don’t allow slaves to wear clothes here.”

Ashlee said, “Yes. I guess I do.”

Lilly said, “We used to have our slaves drop their clothes into the trash, but Goodwill showed up yesterday and put a clothes donation bin outside our door. We get a tax deduction for hosting the bin. Anyway, you scoot out to the bin and get undressed and come back in as quick as you can.”

Ashlee said, “It’s outside.”

Lilly said, “Yes.”

Ashlee said, “You want me to get undressed, outside?” There was some fear in her voice.

Lilly reached for the collar remote, and gave Ashlee a shock.

The collar went BzzAttBzzAttttttBzzzzzzZiiipppp

Ashlee went, “Ahhhheeeeeeeeeeee” and doubled over as her hands flew to her neck.

Lilly said, “There are several higher pain settings if you’d like to experience them slave.”

Ashlee said, meekly, her hands still fumbling at the collar around her neck, “Nooo.”

Lilly pushed the button, with similar effects. Ashlee dropped to her knees in pain. When the pain stopped, Ashlee’s eyes darted to Lilly’s face.

Lilly said, “Well at least you’re in a position of respect, although it’s hardly anything you can be credited for. When you speak to your betters slave, refer to them as master or sir, mistress or ma’am. Can I get a Yes Mistress?”

Ashlee said, “Yes mistress.”

Lilly said, “That wasn’t so hard was it. Now, what do I want you to do? That’s a test question and I want the right answer.”

Ashlee said, “You want me to strip. Mistr-.”

Lilly pushed the button, this time on a more painful setting. Ashlee dropped onto her back, screaming, her arms and legs flailing.

Lilly said, “That’s what I told you to do. What do I want you to do?”

Ashlee said, “Please Mistress! I don’t know. Tell me what I can do to please you!”

Lilly pushed the button, on the same painful setting. Ashlee dropped onto her back, screaming, her arms and legs flailing.

Lilly said, “When I ask you a question, I expect an answer to that question. I sure don’t expect to be told what to do. That’s your job. What’s your job? Since you volunteered I’ll give you a hint & it’s a four letter word beginning with O.”

Ashlee said, “To obey mistress.”

Lilly yelled “Who?”

Ashlee said, “You mistress”

Lilly pushed the button, on the same painful setting. Ashlee dropped onto her back, screaming, her arms and legs flailing.

Lilly said, “You obey Your Betters. Weren’t you listening? Say it again. Correctly this time.”

Ashlee said, “To obey my betters, mistress.”

Lilly said, “Much better. You’re on your knees, answering questions, and you’re already starting to get the jist of what it’s like to be owned. But you’re still wearing clothes, and you know damn well you’re not supposed to be don’t you. Apparently you’ve forgotten an earlier command I gave you about that.”

Lilly raised the remote, finger poised on the button.

Ashlee shouted, “Please mistress! I should be naked! Let me strip for you!”

Lilly said, “How do I know you won’t steal clothes and cover yourself? I bet you think you can get dressed tomorrow don’t you?”

Ashlee said, “I want to be naked forever mistress! I want to undress for you! Please! I’ll never let anyone see me wearing clothing again!”

Lilly said, “Your wants? What you’ll Let people do? I should zap again you just for that. But you’re right that your proper attire is none and forever. ”

Ashlee wasn’t risking any more delay, and in a panic started pulling her blouse out of her skirt.

Lilly pointed the remote at her threateningly. Lilly said, “Stop that! Not in here!”

Ashlee stopped, still on her knees, looking up at Lilly, pleadingly.

Lilly said, “Not a complete idiot apparently. Has it crossed your puny mind yet that one of the reasons that I want you naked is so that I’ll have more of your skin available for me to hurt when I beat you? No I can see that it hasn’t. As bad as stripping in public may be, you will probably be much more nervous walking back naked into my presence wondering if you’ve displeased me. You’ve already accepted that you’re helpless. But you’ll be much more vulnerable naked. We have whips here that will cut a woman to ribbons. Not just on your back and behind, but your front too & your sex, your breasts, even your face. If you don’t give me everything I demand I will ruin you. I want you to feel humiliated. I want you to offer me your bare body to do anything I want.”

Ashlee looked up at Lilly in stark terror.

Lilly said, “I like the expression on your face slave; very appropriate. It was fun listening to you plead. Plead some more. Ask me to let you strip.”

Ashlee said, “Please let me strip!”

Lilly said, “Where?” and raised the remote.

Ashlee said, “Please let me strip outside Mistress! Please! I’ll work naked!”

Lilly said, “Of course you’ll work naked. Very soon you’ll be naked from now on, and slaves aren’t exactly excused from work, both in private and in public. Now tell me, what is it that you don’t like about stripping outside?”

Ashlee said, “That others will see me do it mistress!”

Lilly said, “Then say that too when you beg for permission to strip.”

Ashlee said, “Please mistress! Please let me go outside and strip on the street in front of everyone. Please mistress!”

Lilly said, “What about me? You’re here to please me. What about the things that I like?”

Ashlee said, “It’ll be so humiliating to have to take all of my clothes off in front of everyone, but I’ll do it as soon as you let me mistress. Then, naked and respectful, as I’ll be in front of all of my betters from now on, I’ll kneel and submit my bare body to you so you can beat it for your pleasure or whatever you want!”

Lilly said, “Oh all right. If you’re quick enough I’ll let you lick my shoes when you get back, otherwise I’ll get medieval on your ass. Well stop lollygagging around slave, and get!”

Ashlee quickly rose and turned and fled out the door. Lilly didn’t bother to watch if Ashlee stripped or tried to run. The collar would stop Ashlee from running. So all that mattered was how long it took Ashlee to get back inside. Lilly sat in her chair, and looked over some outstanding request paperwork.

It wasn’t two minutes later before the door opened and Ashlee came in, naked but for her collar.

Lilly said, “Come here. Kneel in front of me where I can see you.” Ashlee obeyed quickly, her hands at her sides, her head bowed in shame.

Lilly said, “Pretty tits, nice figure. Many men will fuck you.” Lilly extended her foot, and Ashlee leaned forward and started licking it.

Lilly said, “Good ass too.” And leaned forward and ran her fingers down Ashlee’s spine.

After a minute of Ashlee liking Lilly’s foot, Lilly said, “Stand, close in front of me.” Ashlee stood. Lilly said, “You’re one of those girls who looks better without her clothes, and you’ve shaved your pussy bare! Yes, very pretty.”

Ashlee said, “Thank you mistress.”

Lilly put her hand on Ashlee’s breast and gently caressed it. After a moment she did the same to Ashlee’s other breast. Ashlee enjoyed the sensations. Lilly was being gentle, stimulating, pleasant, and so different than the threatened whipping. Nonetheless, Ashlee didn’t dare move.

Lilly said, “You’re enjoying this aren’t you?”

Ashlee said, “It feels good mistress.”

Lilly’s hand moved down under Ashlee’s stomach. Lilly said, “Open your legs for me.” Ashlee obeyed, and her legs trembled as Lilly’s hand gauged the softness of her labia and sex.

Lilly said, “That’s a good girl. Just relax and take it. I can tell you like it. You’re quite wet.” Ashlee blushed, but she knew it was true. She could feel that her clit was popped out. Lilly wasted no time noticing that and began softly teasing the sensitive nub. Ashlee was finding it increasingly difficult to remain standing still while her pussy was played with this way. She started humping back at the Lilly’s hand.

Then Lilly stopped.

Lilly said, “Your guidance councilor might have been right. I know just whom I’m going to sell you to. The miners.”

Ashlee was shocked. She’d heard of companies buying slavegirls to work in the mines that were too dangerous, too explosive, to be insured. Girls were whipped while they worked, and whipped for not making quota, and whipped into parts of the mine that no man was allowed to enter, and whipped if they were slow to return when called. It was hard labor digging and carrying rocks. Girls were worked until they fell unconscious from exhaustion, and then they were raped until they woke up. This was not what her guidance councilor had had in mind at all.

Lilly said, “Not as a miner. As reward. They’ll chain you by your wrists over your head each morning at the mine entrance, and the men will fondle your tits as they go in. At the end of each shift the foreman will announce who’s had the largest yield that day and that man will fuck you. Assuming he wants to of course. I think miners are in pretty good shape, but he’ll be tired so you’ll have to do most of the work. You’ll get marked on a scale of one to ten. Three shifts a day. Every Sunday afternoon they’ll suspend you
by your wrists and whip you one stroke for every mark under ten.”

Ashlee wasn’t entirely sure that was any better.

Lilly held out a pair of handcuffs. Lilly said, “Handcuff your hands behind your back, and go kneel in the corner facing the corner. I’ll phone your new owners to come by and have a look at you.”

Ashlee obeyed, and listened as Lilly sold her over the phone.

After the phone call, Lilly said, “There will be two men here in a bit. You make bloody sure they fancy you right off. The moment they walk through the door I want it crystal clear you´ll do anything they want. Offer yourself to them. They´ll feel around a bit. Expect it. Make them believe you enjoy it. A word of advice, make no effort to hide your charms whatsoever; in fact, keep your hands well away from both of your private areas. They belong to others now.”

She had lucked out earlier. There hadn´t been anyone outside. She stared at the corner in front of her and waited.

The thoughts that ran through her mind were not very pleasant. The fact that her clothes were no longer anywhere nearby had added to her feeling of terrible vulnerability, just as that woman had said they would. In particular, the loss of her panties served to remind her that her sex had been sold. It was a disgusting, sordid thought. Her clothes had been taken so that men could easily and quickly have their way with her. Her body would be used for the amusements of men. Ashlee shivered in the cool room, erhaps
out of fright as much as the cool. Vague ideas of the perverted things she would have to endure once she had been picked up flitted through her mind despite her best efforts at pushing them away. There would be no escaping the looks and the lusts of men. She would be naked for all to see. She would be naked for the whip. Ashlee shook. She´d only had sex once before. She shifted her shoulders back. That boy had said that her breasts looked better with her shoulder´s back. She hadn´t really enjoyed the comment then, but remembered it now. Not getting whipped was important.

Fifteen minutes later he arrived. Just one man, not two as advertised. Ashlee stood, visibly shaking, eyes darting around like a trapped animal. His hand reached out. She steeled herself for his touch: it came on her bare shoulder, and then ran down to her breast. It felt like the kiss of a viper. It ran over the curve of her boob, then down her smooth flank to her thigh, then across. Ashlee´s shaking increased. He reached the edge of her triangle and flicked his finger across her clitoral hood. She was jerking up and down now, trying to keep still. Trying to maintain the weak smile on her face as she stood there naked in front of him showing him everything she had.

The man turned to Lilly. “Seems a bit skittish.”

Lilly said, “Try another tack.”

The man pulled a chair over, sat, and grabbed Ashlee roughly. He pulled her over his lap and began to slap her firm small buttocks hard. Ashlee squealed, but he ignored her. He was hurting Ashlee a lot and the astonishingly loud sound of hand connecting with her bare flesh echoed around the room almost drowning out her cries. A dozen sharp slaps landed on the slim cheeks and then he pushed her off him to land on a pile on the floor. Ashlee lay there, sobbing quietly.

Lilly asked, “What do you think?”

The man said, “I´ll take her. And the handcuffs, collar set, and a leash.”

In minutes, the paperwork was done and cash had been paid. Her hands still cuffed behind her back, his hand wrapped around the leash, he dragged her outside towards his small economy car. For the second time in an hour she felt the cold ground on her little bare feet. Ashlee had no idea what the next hour, or day, would bring. She was sure that no one would ask her.

She sat in the front seat of the short car, knowing that every car they passed would see at least one of her bare breasts. The drive was only about fifteen minutes, but he didn´t speak to her or fondle her the entire trip. When they arrived she was unable to open the passenger side door due to her handcuffs, and when he opened it he took a firm hand on her arm and hauled her up to standing.

They walked into a small open area in front of the managing trailer, where a group of employees had gathered for their after-dinner entertainment. As if at somebody’s command, all the beer cans, poker cards, harmonicas and baseball bats were lowered, and every head turned to the naked girl at one precise moment. Several whistles came from the small crowd.

Ashlee kept her eyes on her toes in humiliation, wishing the ground under her feet would open up and suck her in.

Lilly was manning the front desk of her newly renamed “Lilly’s Slaves and Account” office

A man about 31 years old came in with two women each about 26 years old. One woman held onto him by his bicep, walking arm in arm. The other had her hands on his ribs on his other side, ducking momentarily under his arm, as he held open the spring door for each of them to enter. As soon as they were inside, his hands drifted behind the small of each girl’s back, until the second woman also took hold of his bicep and his hands drifted to over in front of the space between them.

The man was content, with a smile on his face, and reasonably well dressed as if returning from an exclusive golf course. He spent about 30% of his time looking at his two women, and the rest of the time looking around Lilly’s office. The two women were excited and energetic and practically bounced on their feet as they walked at his side. They spent about 70% of their time looking at him, smiling at him, beaming at him. At first Lilly couldn’t tell who was bringing who in, but it didn’t take more than a second to realize that the affection these three shared was mutual.

Pearlie jumped two steps ahead, never letting go of Cody’s hand, her arm extended behind her, as Cody and Erica were almost five feet behind her.

The trio stopped in front of Lilly’s desk.

Pearlie said, “Hi I’m Pearlie and this is Erica and our boyfriend Cody. We’d like to become his slaves.”

Erica elaborated, “Polygamy is illegal. So if we can’t be husband and wife and wife, we want to be master and slave and slave together. Make it official, a bond, so we can raise a family. It’s time to raise a family. Although we haven’t decided who’s getting pregnant.”

Cody said, “Not me.”

Pearlie said, “So how much does it cost to become slaves, and can we make sure that only Cody can be our owner?”

Lilly said, “This is going to cost you $250.00 each for the basic enslavement. Having already found your master is not something we charge extra for.”

Lilly looked at Cody, and asked “You won’t be using them for meat I assume?”

Cody said, “Heaven forbid.”

Pearlie said, “$500? I didn’t think it was going to be so much.”

Cody said, “It’s not so bad. Think of it like a wedding ring.” Lilly didn’t think it was terribly funny, but Penny and Erica laughed at Cody’s joke.

Pearlie said, “What’s that $500 cover?”

Lilly said, “The basic slave tax is $200, plus $50 for our handling fee. Each. If you were being auctioned off, we’d have to do an assessment and my guess is you’d each be worth over $1000 somewhere, depending on skills. But assuming you pass the drug test, $500 will cover it.”

Pearlie said, “OK. Last chance Erica.” Pearlie looked around Cody’s chest at Erica.

Erica said, “Where do I sign?” and she smiled up at Cody.

Lilly was concerned that one woman might fill two specimen cups. Lilly handed Pearlie a specimen cup first, and Pearlie disappeared into the washroom leaving Cody and Erica with Ingrid. When Pearlie returned, Lilly gave a second specimen cup to Erica. There was no moment that Cody wasn’t being held by one or both of his two women.

Specimen’s approved, paperwork complete, credit card charged, Lilly said, “I now pronounce you Master and Slaves.” The women giggled, and Cody beamed and straightened his posture proudly.

Lilly asked, “Can I interest you in a collar or chains?”

Cody said, “No thank you. I think we’ll be fine.” He pocketed the paperwork, and the three of them started walking for the exit door.

Erica asked Cody, “So, master, are you going to let us keep our clothes? Your word is law now. You can make us do anything.” The three of them had talked about this yesterday in detail, and had required them to be nude from dinner until breakfast while they discussed their plans for the future. This particular tidbit hadn’t come up, and although Erica could guess his answer, she wanted to make sure nothing had changed now that he had absolute power.

Cody said, “I think we’ll be one of those nude slaves at home couples, at least for a while. You know, you two strip at the door on the way in, stay nude in the house 24/7, and get dressed at the door when we go out.”

Erica asked, “Not even nude for taking the garbage to the curb, at night when no one can see?”

Cody said, “You’ll stay nude for that, but you’ll also stay in the house. I’ll take the garbage to the curb.”

Pearlie turned back to Lilly as the three of them went through the door and said, “Isn’t he wonderful!”

And then they were gone.

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.”

Anderson Twins

Dramatis Personae:
Mike
Ingrid
Lilly
James - a teenager from the twin’s school.
Nick Anderson - husband, father.
Sharon and Allison Anderson - twin daughters of Nick.

Mike answers the phone “Hello, Spellbook Slaves.”

There’s quiet on the other end of the phone.

Mike says, “Hello?”

A short pause - just long enough for Mike to consider hanging up.

A male voice says, “Hello. I’ve got a bit of a problem.”

Mike says, “Slaves to buy, sell, commitment, or volunteer.”

The man says, “Commitment I guess. This is all so bad, but I don’t know any other way.”

Mike thinks, ‘This is going to be ten minutes out of my life I’m going to regret.’

The man says, “Have you ever read Kay Arthur?”

Mike says, “No.”

The man says, with a disquieting mix of conviction and uneasiness, “She writes very good modern interpretations of the bible. She’s very well respected. Anyway, she says the bible says that a husband’s foremost duty is to his wife, and then his family secondly.

Mike says, “You were talking about a slave commitment?”

The man says, “Yes, I’m getting to that. I have two daughters. Well, three. Three daughters. But two, well one daughter really. My wife, I just had her committed again. No, not your kind. A mental hospital. You see, well, last month they spray-painted her face, and other, uh unmentionable parts, while she slept, and well it was the last straw after years of other events, and it finally unnerved her. She’s my second wife. My two oldest daughters were from my first marriage, my late wife, cancer, and well, I’m afraid I didn’t raise them alone well. I was bereaved and didn’t nurture the girls then like I should have then after, anyway they didn’t come through it well. They’re, not proper. They do, things, terrible things, almost every day. The day before yesterday my wife returned home, and yesterday my wife was throwing a party for a dozen of her friends and the girls, they covered the carpets with shit. I don’t know if it was their shit, or if they pooper scoopered it from somewhere, but, anyway I had her committed again. I’ve tried to discipline them. I even threw them out of the house for a while, but nothing works. They do things, to people, I could tell you stories.”

Mike says, “So you want to enslave them.”

The man says, “No, but I was called to the principal’s office for my youngest, she’s 10, from my current marriage, and the principal said that my two oldest girls were corrupting her, and that if things continued that I’d loose all three. I know if my youngest turns out like the older two that I’ll loose my wife for sure, and I can’t let that happen because, well I just can’t. Anyway the principal suggested in the strongest terms that I enslave my two oldest - to save the other two, my youngest and my wife - and try to move on, and I’m thinking about it very hard.”

Mike says, “We can take them off your hands.”

The man says, “They’re a handful.”

Mike says, “Not a problem.”

The man says, “Do you really think so?” he sounded relieved, almost happy. The man continues, “You wouldn’t have to hurt them, and they wouldn’t be killed or something. Would you?”

Mike says, “I’m not going to lie to you, sometimes that happens.”

The man says, “Well, an eye for an eye.”

He took a breath.

The man says, “Do I have to make an appointment?”

Mike says, “We’re open till 5pm today.”

The man says, “I’ll be there, with two girls in tow. ”

Mike says, “You’ll need to bring their birth certificates, and yours and your wife’s social security number. How old are the girls?”

The man says, “seventeen and three quarters.”

Mike says, “And the other one?”

The man says, “They’re twins.”

Mike says, “And you’re their father?”

The man says, “Yes.”

Mike says, “If you give me your name and theirs, I’ll have the paperwork ready for you to sign when you arrive.”

The man says, “My name is Anderson. Nick Anderson. The girls are Allison and Sharon.”

Mike says, “We’ll be waiting.”

Mr. Anderson says, “Thank you” and hang’s up.

A half hour later a young man, over 16 years old, shows up, smiling, looking everywhere in the office. The young man says, “Are the Anderson Twins here yet?”

Lilly says, “The who?”

The young man says, “I was watching TV, and I heard Mr. Anderson talking with Mike saying he was going to bring his daughters down for enslavement.”

Lilly says, “I don’t think there’s anyone here by that name. Mike’s busy, and Ingrid is working on some paperwork in the other room.”

The young man says, “Can I wait here?”

Lilly says, “Do you have business here?”

The young man says, “I have cash.” The wad could have contained a couple thousand dollars, depending on the denominations of the bills in the middle.

Lilly says, “You can wait.”

The young man says, “I’m having a really good week. I got a scholarship to cal tech. My father’s been saving up for years to send me to college, and with the scholarship he’s giving me half of that savings. He says I should use a third of it to give me better school supplies than my peers, another third on clothes and maybe a small car, and the last third on fun educational things to broaden my perspective that will be useful later in life. He suggested a bit of travel. I’m a virgin. The Anderson Twins should take care of that problem very well. They’re really pretty. They’re on the yearbook committee. That’s how we met. They took my picture.”

Lilly says, “Do you want to rent them?”

The young man says, “I want to buy them. I’m not going to get ahead in the corporate empire without a good woman at my side, and no good woman’s going to talk to an inexperienced geek like me. So I’m going to fuck them for a few years and build up experience and take the edge off, and then I’ll dispose of them and go searching for a decent wife when I’m ready to make my fortune. Is it true that sex clears up acne?”

The phone rang, and Lilly answered it.

The young man said, “My name is James.” Lilly wasn’t listening. He sat down.

A while later Mr. Anderson showed up, with a girl’s wrist in either hand, not actually dragging them in, but they were trying to walk backwards as he pulled them inside and endured their verbal abuse.

Mr. Anderson announced, “I’ve got two here for commitment. The name is Anderson.”

He yelled to the twins, “Sit Down!” and half flung them towards two chairs by the wall furthest from the door.

Ingrid appeared, specimen cups in one hand, and enslavement papers in the other. “I need everyone’s photo ID, and their birth certificates, and these need a urine sample from each of them.”

Mr. Anderson pulled the IDs out of his pocket and put them on the counter in front of Ingrid. Then he took the specimen cups and handed them to his daughters. He had spotted the door marked ‘washroom’, and pointed to the door and said, “Get in there and pee in the cup. Not on the floor. Not on the walls. Not anywhere but in the cup. Don’t spill any, and bring it carefully back out here.”

Sharon Anderson said, “You’re not really going to make us slaves are you daddy?”

Allison was looking at the young man James.

Mr. Anderson said, “Get in there.”

Allison said, “I’m not taking my clothes off in front of him, or you either. He’s in my class at school. Well, not any of My classes, but the same year. He skipped a grade, so he’s the youngest. Anyway I know him! His name is James something. He can’t see me naked. I’m a cheerleader and he’s in the chess club for crying out loud! He’d tell people at school! The girls would oust me!”

Mr. Anderson pulled her out of her seat by her arm, and thrust her towards the washroom.

The young man, James, was grinning.

A few minutes later Allison and Sharon returned, set their specimen cups on the counter, and Ingrid did the tests and sealed and set the cups away for later storage.

Ingrid announced, “You two are now slaves. Please write down up to three people that you want me to contact as your first possible buyers. There is no guarantee that they will be your first owners.”

Allison and Sharon looked at each other. Allison spoke first, “How about Christian Ellerbee?”

Sharon said, “Oh yes. He’s dreamy. Put him down. I wouldn’t mind being owned by him.” Allison wrote it down.

Ingrid asked, “Anyone else?”

Allison said, “He’ll do. We want him.”

Sharon said, “He’s nice and dumb. Like some other men I know.”

Sharon turned to her father and stuck her tongue out.

Mr. Anderson said, “I wash my hands of you” and walked out without looking back.

Sharon turned to Ingrid, and said, “I thought he’d never leave. Can we go now?”

Ingrid said, “You’re slaves.”

Mike came in, pursued by a man with a camera, “Stay where you are or you’ll be killed.”

Allison said, “But”

Mike added, “Slaves don’t question orders.”

The two twins looked up at Mike. He seemed serious. They’d both noticed Ingrid’s haughty presence evaporated when Mike walked in.

Ingrid said, “I was just about to phone their first contact.”

Mike said, without taking his glare off the twins, “Do that.”

Ingrid went to the phone and dialed. In moments she was talking to Christian.

Allison was staring at James, staring him down. He just sat there listening contentedly, watching the three women, Allison and Sharon, and Ingrid.

Sharon was trying to convince Mike that she wasn’t a slave. She was quite surprised that he didn’t seem to appreciate her arguments. At one point, when Mike reached for her, she started running around the room, with Mike giving chase. Allison, watching, laughed at the spectacle of the older man chasing the fit young woman around and around.

Ingrid hung up the phone, and said, “Mike? Christian Ellerbee says, and I quote, ‘I wouldn’t take those two cunts if you gave me a ten thousand dollar bribe’.”

Mike, having stopped near the only exit door, faced down Sharon at the opposite corner of the room.

Mike said, “Then list them for sale.”

James stood up, and said, “I’ll buy them.” And held up the wad of cash.

Mike turned to James and said, “Sold.”

Allison said, “You can’t sell us to him!”

James handed Mike the cash.

Mike said, “They’re yours.”

James turned to the girls and said, “Strip.”

Allison said, “I’m not taking my clothes off in front of that fucking camera!”

Sharon said, “We’re not going anywhere with you pipsqueak!”

James, standing between and six feet from each girl, raised his fists in their direction, pushed his middle finger into his palm, Spiderman style, and with the sound of a zap both girls stood and shook as if in a grand mal seizure for a moment, with their eyes rolling into the backs of their heads. James released his fingers from his palms and both girls dropped to the floor unconscious.

James yanked the four wires, two from each of his wrists, out, and then pulled the tines out of the girl’s flanks, and coiled and then disposed of the wires in the garbage can.

Mike had a good idea what he had used.

James, proud, undid one of his shirtsleeves to show off his latest purchase.

Strapped to his forearm, from wrist to elbow was a steel curve about an inch thick. A flesh colored elastic came out at the wrist, wrapped around his index finger, stretching a button across his palm. It was a concealed tazer.

James said, “I got these today at the slave shop. According to the instructions, the shock induces short-term memory loss, which means I’ll be able to surprise them again and again with them. Isn’t that cool?”

Mike said, “Don’t depend on those kid. I’ve heard of people shooting themselves in the wrists, and people missing or hitting other targets. And you need line of sight.”

Mike thought, ‘mine have GPS and range and path detection, and I don’t need to keep an eye on the girls 24/7. I can sleep. I wonder if I can get sued for anti-product placement.’

James reset the tazers with two new projectile packs about the size of a ballpoint pen from his back pocket, and did up his sleeve as he walked back towards Allison.

James knelt over Allison’s unconscious body and started undressing her.

James looked up at Mike and said, “I hope you don’t mind.”

Mike said, “Go ahead kid.”

James said, “Thanks.”

Mike thought, ‘A sale in five minutes work. And I got a little exercise.’Mike set the garbage pail beside Allison’s hip, and left into the back room.

James stripped her, throwing her clothes into the garbage pail, and then stripped Sharon.

Then James picked up Allison, fireman carry, and carried her outside and dumped her into the back seat of his father’s car. He wasn’t a large lad, but the girls were smaller than he was. He returned a moment later for Sharon, carrying her in the same way.

James knew that no one at school would believe him. He’d have to call Chris. Chris was editor of the school newspaper. Pictures were easy enough, but a couple hundred color prints, one for every student who had ever met the twins, yes Chris could do that. They’d never be published in the school paper of course, due to teacher oversight. Just handouts.

He drove off, for home, for his bedroom. It was less than a five-minute drive. There was a good possibility that by the time they woke up, he’d already have lost his virginity.

Twice

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.