WSA2000 - Edge Play Photo Story
Posted by: CC in Edge Play Photos, White Slave Act of 2000
“Ah, come right in, Ms Whetstone, you are right on time.”
The young lady came on into my office and stood in front of my desk. She was short – perhaps 5’2” and a bit on the heavy side, about 125/30 pounds but with a very pleasing figure, good legs, nice tits.
She looked younger that the age of 26 on her documents. She wore a gray suit with a skirt that ended more than a few inches above her knees. Under the suit jacket she wore a demure white blouse although one could see through it the outline of a dark colored bra. Hose and 3-inch heels completed the ensemble. Her hair was close cut and gave her a kind of pixie appearance.
She stood there rather composed but some of her body language betrayed her anxiety regarding the meeting. No doubt she knew why she was here she just did not wish to accept the fact.
“Ms Whetstone, do you know why you have been summoned here?”
“I think so, your Honor,” was her quiet reply.”
“Ah, yes and what might that be?”
“My owner wishes to exercise his right to have me put down. A special codicil to my enslavement act gave him that right.” And then she added, “I know what the law says but is there any way you can get me out of this? I would be most grateful and would delight in becoming your slave.”
“My dear Ms Whetstone, if I could have 50 cents for every time a young woman like yourself has made that proposition to me I could retire a millionaire. No, I am afraid there is no way of avoiding the heavy cloud that hangs over you. But that does not mean you do not have some choice in the matter.”
“Oh, God, tell me what they are!” she pleaded.
“I suggest,” replied the judge quietly, that if you are going to plead you do so on your knees.”
She mumbled, “Yes, Sir,” and fell to her knees.”
“Ah, fine – but it will do you no good but I do so like to a pretty woman on her knees. Well, lets get on with it as I have a busy docket today. Here it is, you are either to fed bit by bit, feet first into a stump grinder or you can hang yourself here and now. Which shall it be?”
She looked as though she were going to keel over and managed ask what was a stump grinder. I called her to join me at the window to watch some men fed tree limbs into a machine that instantly reduced the would to shavings. “Of course, you would be fed into the machine at a much slower rate – about an inch every 20 minutes.” On hearing this, the young woman fainted dead away.
When she came to I got her into a chair and said, “Choose!”
“Now?” she asked with pleading eyes. “Yes, now. Grinder or noose? Decide!”
She stuttered and stammered by finally got out, “Noose,” in a voice so low I had to have her repeat it several times.
“Alright then, come over here to the fireplace,” I said as I ignited the gas fire. You are to remove your clothing as I direct and throw each piece into the fire. Starting with her suit coat and ending with her thong I had her remove each article of clothing and made her watch it consumed before moving onto the next. When she was naked I handed her a bowl of cotton balls. “What are these for?” she asked. “To stuff in your ass,” was my quiet reponse. With that, she fainted dead away.
I rang a bell on my desk and several assistants appeared. One with rope, cuffs, and a line with a hangman’s noose at the end. Another placed the chair in a doorway on a great circle of plastic sheeting while the other threaded the noose line through a ring in the door frame and, estimating the girl’s height, tied the end of the line off on a cleat. The third forced a handful of cotton balls into the girl’s ass as she lay on the floor.
I held up some black cord and some cuffs and telling her that her wrists must be secure asked her if she preferred the cord or the cuffs. She asked for the cord and said that she would like to tie her wrists herself, that she had a lot of experience in self-bondage. She finally got them secured but it did not look like a very good job to me and when she mounted the chair beneath the noose I saw that this would not do at all so I added cuffs around her wrists.
She managed when told to do so to get the noose over her head and around her neck but would not or could not manage to pull it snug.
I could see that she was too terrified to step off the chair so I spoke calmly to her reminding her that if she did not hang herself she would be fed to the stump grinder. She began to cry and to shake, a stream of pee began to run down her leg. I told her, “Put one foot on the back of the chair and gradually lean back and it will be effortless.”
Tearfully she did as instructed, shifting her weight until the chair went over and she was left dangling in space. She was saying something but the rope cut off her voice. She brought up her hands and clutched at the rope as it tightened around her neck. He feet lashed out wildly seeking some kind of purchase but finding none. Her face grew dark, her eyes bulged and her tongue began to protrude from her mouth. She continued to struggle for 10 or 12 minutes but her thrashing about grew less violent with each passing minute until finally a stream of piss ran down her legs and she hung swaying gently in the doorway. Thank God for the cotton balls!
