Dark Erotic Fiction

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”.

Dear Diary, or what passes for a diary now:

It’s been an intersting couple of months after I was made into a slave, or I should say, I let them make me into a slave. Yes, you read that right, I let them enslave me. I saw the Bitch and Thomas talking to Mr. West about enslaving me. I also saw Thomas talking to Mr. West about enslaving The Bitch as well. The Bitch should watch the show! If she had, she wouldn’t be at some frat rat party sucking off a dozen or more guys tonight.

Any way, once I knew that both of us were going to get it, I decided to go ahead and come to work that next morning, figuring that they would just hunt me down if I didn’t. When Mr. West walked in, I expected him to taser me on the spot! He didn’t and you probably know what he did instead. I was surprised when he made me a work slave, not a sex slave, however. I’ve been told that I have Thomas to thank for that.

I’d barely had a chance to start fixing up his fiscal records when he had me work on that church mass enslavement thing that came up. When I realized that Mistress Morris was serious about having the data entry slaves snuffed on the spot for making mistakes, I made sure I checked VERY closely all the paperwork that was brought to me. Sure enough, I found one with an error. She had the poor girl flogged, then beheaded. The cool thing was the church girl now slave got flogged as well. This started to make me wet. We are talking “need to get fucked right now” wet. I became hyper critical on the papers. All 4 of the data slaves that stared out in front of me ended up being executed by beheading. After the show was over I told the executioner to drop by the my office in the morning. He did, and I started my habit of blowing or fucking the “leather boys”. I even managed to get a couple of the gay ones to fuck me in the ass! Mistress Morris asked me about it, but I told her that unless Mr. West makes a company by-law that says I can’t, I can fuck any body I feel like, and I feel like fucking the executioners and torturers that work in this building. I’ve even blown a couple of them while they work. That’s sort of hard, but it’s great when it does happen.

Every thing was going pretty good, until something happened with Mistress Morris’s slaves. All at once we had to move all of our girls into one area. Plus Mr. West wants all these collage girls sex tested, which means that most of the leather boys don’t have time to fuck me any more. It’s not hardly fair. But on the good side, I’ve been given permission to have as many of these sluts killed as I want, within reason. Genny, who was one of the church girls, sort of, has started working for me, and she’s been helping me choose which ones get offed. She has a slightly different agenda than I do about it, but whatever.

Got to go some one just came in and rang the bell.

Lilly phoned at 10:30am. FedEx had dropped off a parcel, a small crate really, and no one could get the contents to work.

The man answered, “Kustom Kollars. Mr. Grant speaking.”

Lilly said, “This is Lilly of Spellbook Slaves. We got the 100 collars you shipped us.”

Mr. Grant said, “Good. You’ll be paying the purchase order then.”

Lilly said, “There”s a problem. None of them seem to work. Did you test them before they left the factory?”

Mr. Grant said, “All of them? They were fine when they left. But if there”s a problem just ship them back. We’ll send you a new set as soon as we receive the old ones.”

Lilly said, “Did you hear who I said I was with? Spellbook Slaves? Mike West is the freaking designer of these damn things. If you want to stay the primary fabricators you better do better than that.”

Mr. Grant said, “Best I can do is ship you another hundred right now. They’ll arrive tomorrow before 10am.”

Mr. Grant said, “My tech just asked me before we ship you the other lot, did you push the on button on the remote that came with them?”

Lilly said, “Yes”

Mr. Grant said, “And they didn’t work?”

Lilly said, “That”s right. And they don’t show up on the blue tooth network scan either.”

Mr. Grant said, “Then ship them back.”

Lilly said, “Damn.”

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Lilly answered the phone. “Spellbook Slaves.”

The 25 year old woman said, “I want to buy a slave. Do you have any pleasant and pretty ones, but not too pretty just you know acceptable, around $750?”

Lilly asked, “What do you need her for?”

The woman said, “Cooking, cleaning, washing. I want people to know I’m important. And a slave is a status symbol. You know, “If you’re a peon then don’t bother me. I’m so busy I have to have a slave. I only want to talk to important people.” ”

Lilly said, “I’m sure we have someone like that. Come on down and have a look. You can pick someone you like.”

The woman said, “Good. I don’t mean to be picky, but if you have some blondes I could look at that would be good I think. I’m a red head, and I want her to be you know, different.”

Lilly said, “No problem. We have lots of stock at the moment.”

The woman said, “I’ll be there in half an hour. Bye.”

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A half hour later the 25 year old red head arrived, made her selection, paid for the girl and left with her.

The woman said, “We’re not going to be friends. You work and I don’t beat you. That”s the deal.”

The nude girl nodded.

The woman said, “I’m on a budget so don’t expect much. I’ve got just enough left to feed you. No clothes for you until I get a raise at work, and don’t ask about wearing my clothes because they’re not for you. I want you to make me look good in front of my business contacts so we’ll be going out together a lot, so be respectful and helpful and I’ll get you an ugly rag to cover yourself with. Most of your time will probably be spent cleaning around my house to give me some free time and so I don’t have to live in a pig sty. Today I’ve got some deliveries to make, so you can help me carry stuff.”

The two women got into the white van, with a big sign on the side that said RAPID, and off they went.

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Lilly answered the phone. “Spellbook Slaves.”

The man said, “This is Regional Inspector Jack Wallace of the Environmental Protection Agency.”

Lilly said, “How can I help you?”

Jack said, “I was watching the television and noticed that one of your employees cut the finger off one of your slave girls.”

Lilly said, “I didn’t see that.”

Jack said, “I’m only concerned with what you did with the finger. It’s a biohazard. How do you dispose of it?”

Lilly said, “The same way we dispose of all body parts here. We are in the National Media Group studios. They generate about a ton of body parts, literally, every day. Let me transfer you to their bio-hazard clean up crew chief.”

Lilly was in the office at the downtown National Media Group headquarters. She answered the phone. “Spellbook Slaves.”

A young woman said, “I’m my sister’s mother, and I want that bitch Tabatha Cudjoe executed as fast as humanly possible so that my lovely daughter Chloe
can have her room.”

Lilly thought, ‘my sister’s mother?’

Lilly said, “How old are you kid?”

The young woman said, “I’m older than you are!”

Lilly said, “Precious little Chloe, if you don’t hang up right now I’m going to make it my mission in life to tell your mother on you.”

After a ten second pause, the young woman said, “Sorry” and hung up the phone.

Lilly answered the ringing phone. The cell phone battery was charging, and the main line had just run 5 times before Lilly got to it. Ingrid had said it was three lashes for every ring over two, that’s nine lashes. Of course what Mike doesn’t know won’t hurt. “Spellbook Slaves.”

An older woman said, “I’m Neva Folden’s mother. I just called to say that we will not be buying her back.”

Lilly said, “Then she’ll be put up for public auction.”

The older woman said, “Go ahead,” and hung up.

Lilly dialed Mike, and Mike answered the phone, “Now What?”

Lilly, “We had a bit of an event here a few minutes ago. We were moving the last of the upstairs girls down to the 3rd floor, so Wendy can pack her sardines. It seem that the moron guards forgot that there are some blind spots in the bluethoot coverage, particularly off our floors, which wouldn’t have mattered other than the fact they decided to take them down to the loading bay, to scare them, because Hill’s truck was there. Well, the slaves just lost it and bolted, figuring they were doomed any way. The over powered the guard in front and ran. Most of them ran for the exits and five got as far as the street before the GPS units collars noticed the range and blew their heads off. Bob moved into a blue tooth hot spot and trigger the shock element on the runners, knocking them unconscious and dragged them into a pile by shipping. I’d like to hand 12 them over to the Cable Snuff Network right away if that’s OK.”

Mike said, “Pay the fee to the county and put them on the their slow impalement stakes. Of course with the current weather it’s a toss up if they will bleed out or die of the cold. The weather folk are saying it’s going to be our first snow today or tonight. And tell the others that the next girl who walks towards an exit without being told will wish she was so lucky, and that if they find themselves un-restrained and un-commanded they should kneel and grab their ankles and wait.”

Lilly said, “I can do that. There were seven women that didn’t leave the elevator even after the guard was down, and I’d like to add $100 to their base cost for Proved Docility.”

Mike said, “Fine. What’s happening with the morons?”

Lilly, “Wendy said she’d take care of it.”

Mike said, “Oh, they better hope their wives or girlfriends aren’t with in her reach.”

Lilly dialed a number. A man answered, “Hill’s Fine Meats. We whack, you snack.”

Lilly was in the office at the downtown National Media Group headquarters.
She answered the phone. “Spellbook Slaves, this is Lilly. How may I help?”

A man spoke, “I believe you have my daughter - Valene Fineran - there?”

Lilly said, “Just a moment sir. - Yes. She was enslaved by Judge Max Copes of Eastlake University. We are currently in possession of her. Did you get my voice mail?”

Mr. Fineran said “Yes I did. And I checked with the University and they explained it to me.” He sounded gruff.

Mr. Fineran said, “I’ve discussed it with my wife and she wants our Valene back for Christmas and birthdays and such. How much is this going to cost me?”

Lilly said, “I have her valuation right here. Were you interested in manumission or one of the slave or options?”

Mr. Fineran said, “Manumission.”

Lilly said, “That’s our Package A, and Valene will be $1825 plus taxes. No shipping charges as she’ll be released right from this building. You’ll have to arrange clothes and money for her though, as she will be released without
either.”

Mr. Fineran said, “$1825? For what?”

Lilly said, “$10 a pound for 115 pounds, a surcharge of $100 as she’s well skilled in blow jobs, another surcharge of $50 for being a natural blonde, another surcharge of $25 for her C cup breast, $500 for manumission.”

Mr. Fineran said, “Blow jobs? What has she been doing? No, don’t answer that.” He took a breath. “No problem. And she can walk back to class as she is.”

Lilly said, “I’m sorry sir. I thought it was obvious. When a university enslaves a student for cheating they don’t want her back. This isn’t just a fine. Technically she wasn’t expelled, but she can’t go back to class either. Certainly her dorm room has been emptied by now.”

Mr. Fineran said, “But the university said she could go back.”

Lilly said, “Well, you’d have to double check with them. But I think that’s only available with the Slave Management package. As I understand it they’ll have a TA stand over them with a whip while they do their homework every night, and 10 strokes of the whip in the public square for every assignment
grade less than a B, and whipped to death for any failing grade on a final. That’s to make sure they have improved study habits, at least relative to what they were doing before which was totally unsatisfactory.”

Mr. Fineran said, “Could she come home for holidays with that?”

Lilly said, “I don’t know, but I assume arrangements of some sort could be made.”

Mr. Fineran said, “She’s been working as a waitress to put herself through school. Her boss called to tell me she’s been fired because she didn’t show up for work yesterday. Does Slave Management cover tuition?”

Lilly said, “No, but 40% of the money she makes goes to you, and you in turn can use that to pay tuition.”

Mr. Fineran said, “I thought that 20% was to go to the university.”

Lilly said, “That’s to offset the loss of a sale fee. It certainly doesn’t cover tuition.”

Mr. Fineran said, “But she’d still be putting herself through school.” Lilly said, “It depends on how popular she is. Might be higher, might be lower, I don’t know.”

Mr. Fineran said, “Maybe I should manumit her and she can apply to another university.”

Lilly said, “The University is in the process of expunging her records and transcripts. Valene was in year three, so she’d have to start over at another university, assuming she could get admittance over the other younger students.”

Mr. Fineran said, “I thought that might happen. I don’t suppose there’s anything you can do?”

Lilly said, “I don’t make the rules. I’m a corporate asset slave myself.”

Mr. Fineran said, “Well it’s my responsibility as her father to ensure that she has some sort of future, and I want her to graduate. She probably won’t enjoy whoring herself about town, but it can’t be helped now. We’ll buy her
back at the end of school and move her to another city to recover. Will she have to be nude all the time?”

Lilly said, “I don’t know but I doubt it, might distract the other students at class. She’d be nude for work, and study hall, and any punishments.”

Mr. Fineran said, “Thanks. How much to enroll her in Slave Management?”

Lilly said, “Nothing to Spellbook Slaves until she graduates. Tuition room and board to the university, but with any luck you’ll make that back over time from her dividends.”

Mr. Fineran said, “The university guy said that she could be whipped 50 lashes for $75. Is that available? I don’t want a repeat of what happened before. I’d like her to be intimately familiar with the whip before she has to study in fear of it.”

Lilly said, “We can do that. You may like to know that our public floggings are medically supervised and will be stopped if it becomes too much for your daughter to safely bear.”

Mr. Fineran said, “That’s nice. I’ll tell her mother that. If you could let me know when Valene will be whipped I’d like my youngest daughter to watch. She’s a troublesome 17.”

Lilly said, “I don’t expect it will be on the torture channel, but we can do the whipping in the public gallery if your daughter can attend.”

Mr. Fineran said, “We’ll be there. She was acting up last night at dinner and her mother threatened her with parental enslavement and she threatened to go out and get herself pregnant and make us raise the kid. I’ll give her a nice chat in the car about boyfriend enslavement, right before her sister gets whipped. Seeing Valene dragged naked to the gibbet, suspended and whipped hard on her back and front, should make an impact on a teenager for perhaps a month.”

Lilly said, “I’ll get back to you as soon as I have Valene scheduled.”

Mr. Fineran said, “Thank you.”

Lilly was in the office at the downtown National Media Group headquarters.
She answered the phone. “Spellbook Slaves, this is Lilly. How may I help
you?”

The man at the other end of the phone said, “Er, this is Ernie. Ernie Watts.
I”m interested in buying one or two of your slaves. Did you say your name
was Lilly, as in Lilly Schultz?”

Lilly said, “I”m the corporate asset slave formerly known as Lilly Shultz.
My owner has given me the name Lilly. I don”t have a last name. Have we met
sir?”

Ernie said, “No. I”ve seen you on television. I”m a CPA, and when I found
you were one too I started watching for you in the background. You were
having sex with one of the guards this morning. I think I saw you on your
first day before you became a corporate asset and you were still wandering
around in your altogether. I thought you looked pretty good without your
clothes on.”

Lilly said, “Thank you sir.” She tried to make it sound like she appreciated
having Ernie tell her she looked good naked.

Ernie said, “If you don”t mind my saying, I”m more comfortable with all
slavegirls, even corporate assets, being naked all the time, inside and out,
regardless of the weather.”

Lilly said, “I’m wearing a slave tunic my master gave me this morning. But I
know for sure my master”s position on corporate profits, and I will do
anything within reason to facilitate a sale. If you wish me to be nude while
you speak to me, I will undress.”

Ernie’s head jerked to look at the television, and he watched for a second.
He”d seen her wearing the occasional scanty but still free person”s
clothing, which he assumed she”d owned before she was enslaved and somehow
had returned to her possession, well perhaps “use” is a better word than
possession. But he knew the slave tunic outfit she had to be talking about
too. More of a cotton smock; a tunic with a hole cut to go over her head,
and no sides to it, with a rope to tie like a sash around her waist. It was,
strangely given its ugly material, more fetching than the other outfits she
wore. But he couldn”t see her now.

Ernie “You’re not on the torture channel right now.”

Lilly “No. They’re whipping someone in the torture chamber down the hall at
the moment. Cat o nine tails on the breasts it looks like.”

Ernie “I wouldn’t imagine they’d interrupt that for a nude CPA sitting in
the office answering the phone. The white scrolling text on the bottom is
announcing that a girl is going to be debreasted prior to her execution in
five minutes.”

Lilly “We have camera phones in the office here. You could see me on that.”

Ernie “I don’t have a camera phone here. Not deductible.”

Lilly “They are a deductible expense for slavers.”

Ernie “I hadn’t read that tax bulletin, but I can see why they would be a
necessary expense for people in your business.”

Lilly “Would you like me to undress even though you can’t see me?”

Ernie “You may remain clothed.”

Lilly “Thank you sir.”

Ernie “Consider it professional courtesy.”

Lilly “Yes sir.”

Ernie “I was calling about a slave. Purchasing one.”

Lilly said, “Certainly sir. I would be happy to help you find one. Blond,
brunette, redhead; big, medium, or small breasted; Caucasian, black,
oriental; Petite or tall?”

Ernie said, “I”ve already got one in mind. I”ve been watching your show and
I”d never considered purchasing a slave before but I think I”m in love with
Kelly Westenhiser. She”s sexy as hell. I couldn”t believe it when I saw her
body. I never really thought of owning a slavegirl before, but she”s just
what I”ve always wanted.”

Lilly said, “I”m afraid she”s just arrived. I don”t have a valuation on her
yet, and there may be two right-of-first-refusals ahead of you.”

Ernie said, “Two? I watched the schoolgirl trial this morning, that”s where
I first saw her. She was standing nude with three other nude girls at the
end of that long line of them before they all stripped. The commentator,
Wendy I think her name was, said that their parents would have right of
first refusal but didn”t mention anyone else.”

Lilly said, “Mike West, the Owner of Spellbook Slaves, and Eastlake
University are still in negotiation about the final disposition of these
slaves. Rumor is, and it”s just rumor, that the four TA”s may be skinned and
impaled at the university this week. But, just between us CPAs, if you were
to put in an offer of over $3000 by certified cheque or credit card today
I”m sure the university wouldn”t match it. I will notify Mike as soon as the
money arrives, and I”m sure he”ll do everything in his power to ensure that
you get her.”

Lilly thought, “I worded that very carefully, and the recorders are on. So
if Mike wants to sell her to the university for them to torture, he can.”

Ernie said, “$3000 is a little more than I was hoping for.”

Lilly said, “If you”d prefer to wait until after her valuation that”s fine.
But she”s a cute one, buxom and thin, I don”t imagine her being on the
market for more than a couple of days. And there”s the issue of the
negotiations with the university; if your bid comes in before those are
completed we”ll have to honor your bid. If you wait, you may find yourself
in an auction war with other customers where the price could go even
higher.”

Lilly doubted that very much, as her fingers tapped a book on her desk
entitled “Used Car Sales, How to Fleece the Sucker, One Add-On At a Time.”
The book was proving both enlightening and useful reading in her new life.
Rita had suggested it.

Lilly said, “If her parents buy her, your deposit would be fully refundable,
or applicable to other product here at Spellbook Slaves.”

Ernie said, “Well, I don”t know. May I ask you a for your professional
opinion on a couple of points?”

Lilly said, “Of course. I”d be happy to help.” A sucker born every minute.
It”s not like Kelly is a volunteer or even reasonably trained. Lilly
remembered Kelly when she”d taken her paperwork, and Kelly”s eyes were
vacant. 50-50 the girl was meat.

Ernie said, “I”ll tell you what I want to do with her, and you can tell me
if you think she”ll be able to do it. I mean, I know I can whip her and
worse things until she”s obedient, but some suitability is probably better.
If I didn”t have to whip her all the time to get her to do the stuff I want,
then she might be worth the price you”re asking. Otherwise not.”

Lilly said, “I agree completely sir.”

Ernie said, “Well, I”d want to fuck her at home of course. And blow jobs at
the office during the day. I”d want her to clean the home and the office,
and to work at the office doing phones and filing and errands like buying my
lunch. Your website says she can run a marathon, so I was thinking of using
her and another girl as ponygirls to take me between home and work each day.
In the busy down town streets they”d high step, and in suburbia I”d whip
their asses and make them run flat out. They”d be naked of course to attract
attention. I”m thinking I”ll put advertising on the back of the pony gig
with my company name and phone number so that the whole thing is deductible.
I just hope people will read the sign as well as staring at their curves and
legs and bare slits and wildly bouncing breasts. That”s mostly what I wanted
the other girl for, but I”d also like them to be a closely matched pair with
similar physical attributes, and I”d want them to do lesbian sex shows for
me and my friends.”

Lilly said, “I don”t see a problem with her doing any of those things. Did
you have a second girl in mind?”

Ernie said, “I have to say I”m relieved to hear you say that. I didn”t see
anything on your website about her being bi-sexually interested. I have my
doubts if a whip can make a girl bi-sexual. And I wouldn”t want to mark her
up too bad.”

Lilly said “Her form says she”s never had sex with another woman. But if you
don”t want to use a whip for this you could try alcohol. Two or three stiff
drinks and many women become bi curious.”

Ernie said, “I didn”t know it was that easy. I have looked through the
pictures on your website and I have six girls in mind for the other. Three
of them, actually the three closest matches, are all rather flat chested
though, so I”m wondering if you do implants?”

Lilly said, “We can have that done for you sir. But it”s regular plastic
surgery rates, probably around $4000 for the job, and there may be a waiting
list.”

Ernie said, “I was afraid of that. Still, it might be worth it. Four D cup
breasts at my beck and call. Obviously they”ll both be having sex with me
regardless of their feelings on the matter, but I would prefer it if they
liked each other and were of a competitive spirit. I”m not really interested
in drunks. Do you happen to know if Kelly Westenhiser is sexually attracted
to any of: Marylou Kersh, Alana Sima, Mallory Stellmacher, Carmella
Mechling, Darcy Gagner, or Katy Cressey.”

Lilly said, “I couldn”t really tell sir. Odds are they”re not in the same
rooms.”

Ernie said, “Could you have her put together with each of them, sexually,
make them 69 and stuff, and let me know which one Kelly likes best?”

Lilly said, “I don”t think we”ve ever done that, but something could
probably be arranged. Say $100 per hour?”

Ernie said, “Five minutes each, that”s $50. No problem.”

Lilly said, “There”s the time to go and get each girl, and to overcome any
resistance to the command, and we”d need a skilled trainer so there”s
scheduling his availability too. I don”t think we could do it for less than
$400.”

Ernie said, “What if after I buy them they claim they didn”t like each
other.”

Lilly said, “There”s no need for you to take their word, or even mine. You
can watch them for yourself.”

Ernie said, “I”ve only been able to catch glimpses of Kelly thus far, except
for the full frontal slow vertical pan they did at the university trial, and
that bit with her walking on her knees in the parking lot the buses to the
door. I had wondered why they parked more than 400″ away.”

Lilly said, “Our website is now streaming each of the hundred or so live
feed cameras. For $100 a month I can set you up and you can watch her
perform. It”s the same feed the networks are using for their broadcasts, so
the video quality is high. Right now Kelly is on the rape rack.”

Ernie said, “I think I want to see that! How would I know which channels
she”s on?”

Lilly said, “Her tracker is tied into our computer. Type in her name, and it
will give you a list of clickable links to each of the cameras she is
currently in frame with.”

Ernie said, “That”s excellent. A hundred dollars then. What are we up to
now? $3000 for Kelly, maybe $1500 for the other girl cause I want a cute
one, plus $4000 for implants if it”s one of the last three, $400 for lesbian
compatibility try outs, and $100 for video feed, not to mention whatever
it”s going to cost me for a pony gig and reins and little whip and crop.
Would the $500 for the lesbian try outs and video feed be refundable if I
don”t get Kelly?”

Lilly said, “Not normally sir, but in your case I”ll make an exception.”

Ernie said, “Fine. $3500 on my credit card then and whatever taxes. You”ll
keep me posted as to Kelly”s status?”

Lilly said, “Absolutely. Would you be interested in any of our training
courses for slaves? We have a special this week on combinations of three.
General Sexual Skill Training, Unrestrained Submission to Punishment, and
Toilet Slave are very popular this week. But we also offer Advanced Oral,
Advanced Anal, Advanced Vaginal, and new this week you and her can be
instructed together in the sensual art of The Whip Dance where she dances
erotically on the floor for you and your friends while you sting her to ever
more giving performance with the tip of a 20″ bullwhip. I understand it”s
very erotic to make her perform like that, and that it scares the bejesus
out of the girls.”

Ernie said, “Can you send me a price list on those?”

Lilly said, “I”d be happy to sir. What”s your credit card number?”

As I’m setting at my desk, the phone rings. I check the caller ID. It’s the CPA firm where Rita works. It’s been three days from her last call. “Spellbook Slaves, can I help you?”

“This is Rita Fairfield, and I would like to know if it’s possible to have a ’surprise’ enslavement?”

“Rita, like I told you before, I can only enslave a woman under some fairly tightly controlled circumstances.”

“Oh, I understand that. But if the circumstances are met, can you enslave someone, totally against her will?”

“Assuming they are met, yes, of course. Otherwise, all I would have would be volunteers.”

“Great. I’ve just found out that my boyfriend has been doing her on the side, and I’ve got the time stamped videos to prove it.”

“Well, assuming he wants her enslaved, not a problem then. There is a fee if I have to go to the client site to do the collecting, normally. And, if possible, I would like the paperwork to be done here in the office first.”

“We can do that.”

A few hours later, there is a ring at the front counter. I hear Ingrid talking, then she sticks her head in the door “There is a Ms. Fairfield and a Mr. Freeman to see you.” I put away the Miss Oklahoma notes, and tell her to bring them in.

Rita, it seems is, well, stunning. Really nice package. Would sell for 3, 3 and half grand in any sex slave market in the country.

“Mr. West, we have the proof and papers your require”, Rita starts off with, as soon as she had sat down. Mr. Freeman stood behind her.

I interupted her, “Rita, I’m sorry, but in this case there is no ‘we’. I need to speak with the principle here, and that would be Mr. Freeman.” She pulls her head back, and starts to say something, then stops. “Of course you do. Thomas, want to tell him?”. She hands him the folder she was holding.

He takes out the form (State Slave Board standard form 2A, I note) and hands it to me. “Yeah, ah, like I want to have a Person of Personal Contact. Lilly Schultz, enslaved at the earliest date possible. I’ve like done her lots of times.” The form, was not hand filled, but had all the blocks filled in via computer and was laser printed. Even the date block was printed, the only handwriting was his signature, and the signature of the notary, who I noted was Nelson B. Smithfield, Ingrid’s former boss. “That’s nice. Got some sort of proof of that?”

Thomas looked sort of blank. Rita looked, well, pissed. “Tom, didn’t you make a porn disk?”

I could see the light turn on. He looked down in the folder and saw the DVD. It was obvious, at least to me, that he really wasn’t the one in charge here. “Oh, yeah, it’s all on here”, he said as he handed me the DVD. I sighed and put it in the DVD drive on my computer. The amount of bad amateur porn I have to watch in the job is amazing. The DVD starts playing, and it’s of suprising quality. It shows an attractive blonde sitting at a desk. Rita walks into frame and hands her a stack of papers “Ms. Schultz, please have this set copied, and have a copy sent to me, Mr. Jones and your father please.” I hit pause. “You want to enslave your partners daughter?” Rita replies, “Thomas isn’t a partner, so, technically, the answer is no, but if what you mean is Lilly Schultz the daughter of the firm’s senior partner, the answer is yes. Thomas has his reasons.” Thomas goes “Yeah, I’ve got my reasons…” I start playing the DVD again, with a muttered “Whatever”. There is a nicely done dissolve, and we see Lilly still at her desk. Thomas comes into frame. He glances at the camera, then walks up to Lilly, bends her back and kisses her. After 15 or so seconds, they break lock and he sort of stammers, “Lilly, I need it, need it bad….” She goes “here?” “Yeah, right here, No one will know… They have all left for the day, and the bitch wouldn’t put out when I saw her today.” Lilly giggles and goes “I thought Rita’s hair didn’t looked messed up after lunch, like it normally does….” I glance over at Rita. Butter wouldn’t melt in her mouth. Lilly reaches for his fly and unzips him. She takes his cock into her mouth and starts blowing him. After 3 or 4 minutes, he starts to “I’m going to cum….” He stops her, then picks her up and sets her down on the desk with her legs spread. She’s not wearing panties I note. Thomas enters her in one long thrust, then pumps in and out of her about 5 or 6 times. He then stops, pulls out, then pushes her head down towards his cock. He starts to cum even before her head is all the way down, but the last 2 or 3 blasts hit her on the face. She goes “If your going to cum on my face any way, why the fucking?” His reply of “Got to fuck you, that’s all” is sort of, well obvious if you know what he’s really doing. Lilly doesn’t have a clue it seems. After this there is another dissolve and we see Lilly wearing a diffrent set of cloths and the camera dates stamp is the next day. We have another scene much like the first, which is basically a blowjob with token fucking, ending in a facial. A dissolve and yet another scene. I stop the DVD, “Well it seems you are in fact a person of personal contact for Ms. Schultz, so if we can just get a urine sample so I can insure you meet the “drug free” aspect we can finish up here. I hand him a cup and point him towards the bathroom. While he is in there I run his SSN and find that he doesn’t have any abuse complaints filed against him, much less by Lilly Schultz, so we are good to go. He comes back, and I run the test. He is clean, at least as far the field test go, which is all I have to deal with. “Well, we seem to be all good here. Based on the video you have shown me, I can offer $750 for her, which after the $75 pickup fee is applied, and the slave tax, you would have a take home of around 424. You understand that if she is pregnant, I can’t enslave her and I can’t pay you until I give her a test. Is that acceptable?” Rita replied, “Of course it is. Please be at my office at 8:00 in the morning.” She handed me a card, then stood up and started out the door. “Come on Thomas, we have things to do.” Thomas lend over and quietly said to me “I’ll be back in a bit OK?”. I nodded and he left with Rita.