Dark Erotic Fiction

After the bikers had left, I went into the torture and snuff room, where the surviving 9 slaves were still restrained.
They were all thin to very thin, which seems to be one of the two options for biker’s women. I looked them over, while holding the paperwork I had on them. “As I call out your former name, indicated your self. I do want to warn you that the only thing keeping you from be put on the spitting machine is me. If you give me the smallest amount of problems you will be snuffed on the spot.”

“Anita Brady” Anita is a dish water blonde, with what appears to be a B cup tits. She has a tattoo of a butterfly between her belly button and her shaved cunt. She has a F&S score of O80/A40/V50/56 (Oral/Anal/Vaginal/Avg)

“Maryellen Combs” Maryellen is a tall, very thin pale blonde with next to no tits. She is also shaved, but I don’t see any tattoos. Her F&S score is O90/A50/V50/63, with a note that she has no gag reflex.

“Nadine Wiley” Nadine is a dyed blonde, with long darkish roots. She has the largest tits of the group, being some where between a C and D cup. Her F&S score is 070/A80/V30/60. She has nipple rings and a devil tattoo her left hip.

“Eleanor Benton” Eleanor has black hair, B cup sized tits, with no visible tattoos or piercing. Her F&S score is 050/A50/V50/50.

“Diane Koch” Diane is a hard looking women, with dark brown hair, and B cup sized tits. She has several tattoos on both arms and on her legs. She has a scar of some sort on her stomach. Her F&S score is O70/A50/V70/63, with a note “likes it rough”

“Kelsey Whitfield” Kelsey is the opposite of Diane, in that she looks very soft and round. Nice well shaped C cup tits, and what appears to be naturally blonde hair. Her F&S score is O60/A20/V20/33. Of all the slaves, she is the only one who is showing a lot of emotion, as she is crying.

“Lucy Salas” Lucy has jet black hair and is what you would expect a biker bitch to look like. B cup tits, hair tied back and in a tight single braid. Shaved cunt and an eagle tattoo on her left shoulder. Her scores are O85/A55/V70/70 making her the highest overall rated slut in the group.

“May Perkins” May has blonde hair with green and blue streaks. She looks more like a club/rave chick than a biker bitch.B, maybe C cup tits, and nipple rings. Her F&S scores are O70/A60/V70/66. She was fingering her self as I did my inspection of the the slaves.

“Jaclyn Mason” Jaclyn was a dyed platinum blonde, and would be the one to give Nadine a run for her money in the largest tit contest, with very well formed C sized rack. Her rating were 060/A30/V20/36, note that it would be more fun to tit fuck her than normal fucking.

After looking them over, I decide to move them to the retail stock storage rooms in the new house. I hook up their collars and have Ingrid take them to their new home.

I go back down to my office, and start looking over the papers that Lilly had sent me about the properties I had just fallen into. Seems that those 5 women that tricked them selves into being enslaved (and one spitted) had a total assets of just under $700,000, with a couple of possible problems due to the fact that 3 of the 5 were married. I’d worry about that later. While I checking the accounts of the two that were mine free and clear, the phone rings. Caller Id says “J. Whitfield”. Oh, this is going to be fun.

“Spellbook Slaves, can I help you?”

Long pause. A woman’s voice “Did you say slaves?”

“Yes, I did, and how can I help you today?”

“I don’t understand. That horrible man my daughter is seeing told me that if I ever wanted to see her again, I need to call this number. He implied it was a kidnapping.”

“No, Mrs. Whitfield, it’s not a kidnapping. You daughter, Kelsey, I assume, was enslaved this afternoon, by a person of personal contact.”

“Well, that’s not acceptable. You are going to have to free her at once.”

“I’m sorry, I really can’t just do that.”

I hear her raise her voice, calling for a “Jonathon” to “talk to this horrid little man”. That’s going to cost her.

After a few seconds, I hear a deep male voice “This is Jonathon Whitfield. What seems to be the problem here?”

I reply “There is no problem. Your daughter, Kelsey, was enslaved this morning, by a person of personal contact, and it appears that, as a joke, he contacted your wife about this.”

I hear him clear his throat. “That’s step daughter, by the way. I assume you have all the required proofs and that the taxes have been paid at this time.”

“That would be the case.”

“I see. Well, our, no, my lawyer will be in contact with you later.” With that the line went dead.

I wonder why he changed it from “our” to “my” there? Not that it matters, it was a clean no issues enslavement, and there really wasn’t any thing they could do. Of course I expected them to buy her back, and process a manumission tax, but that’s not the big of a deal.

About an hour later, the phone rings. Caller ID says “DHB”. I have no clue. I pick up “Spellbook Slaves, can I help you?”

“This is Leo Clifton, I represent Jonathon Whitfield. I’m calling regarding the resale of his step-daughter.”

Odd that they aren’t trying to challenge the enslavement. I expected that. “Her resale value, based on her sex skills tests scores would be around a grand, plus tax and the manumission tax.”

“So we are talking $1,250 then?”

“No, more like $1,750, 1,000 resale, 250 slave tax, 500 manumission tax.”

“Who said any thing about freeing the slave?”

OK, this is going to be fun.

“Well, I had assumed that from Mrs. Whitfield’s remarks to me.”

“I do not represent Mrs. Whitfield in this matter. I am Mr. Whitfield’s counselor.”

The penny drops. “I see.”

Leo goes on “You said she has a sex skills rating. May I ask what her oral skills rating was, and the testing agency?”

I check the papers “Her oral rating was 60, and F&S testing was the agency.”

I hear some keyboarding. “That is ‘Fuck and Suck Testing’ correct?”

“Yeah, that would be them.”

“Thank you for your time, Mr. West, I will be back in contact with you after I speak with my client.”

About an hour later, he calls back. “I have spoken with my client. What he purposes is that he pays for the slave to be sent to an oral training center, of your choosing, for a week. She is to be retested after that time. If her F&S O rating is 80% or higher, he will purchase her as a personal slave. If it is not, he wants her to be converted to meat status, and will buy her with the intent of having her roasted alive. He has set an upper limit of $1,500 for the oral training school. Is this acceptable to you at this time?”

I inform Mr. Clifton that this is acceptable, and that I will be in contact with him after the training and testing is over. I don’t even think about why a step father would want his step-daughter to be trained to a level better than most porn stars in cock sucking. I suspect that Mrs. Whitfield doesn’t know about this. I make a few phone calls, and later that after noon “Altus Gutter Gallus Suco, Inc.” came by to pick Kelsey up. Before they took her away, I took her aside and told her that her step father had asked for this training.

She looked blankly at me.

I told her that she was going to spend the next week improving her cock sucking skills, and that if she didn’t score at least an 80 on her next F&S oral skills test, that she would be roasted alive, not spitted like Terrie, but kept alive over the coals for a long as possible.
She blinked up at me “Jonathon wants me to suck his cock?”
“It appears that way”.
.And if I don’t do it good enough he wants to eat me?”
“That also appears to be the case.”
“Then I better learn how then.”
“Only if you don’t want to roast”.

With that touching exchange over, she got into the van.

2 days latter, I get a call from AGGS saying that Kelsey has asked to be tested ahead of the 1 week, and she was willing to risk the roasting pit. I tell them that I will ask the buyer if that is acceptable, and if it is, I’ll have F&S come by to test her.

A call to Mr. Clifton later reveals that his client has no objections to Kelsey being tested early. I make the call to F&S.

That afternoon, F&S delivers Kelsey back to me, with a sealed evaluation. I call Mr. Clifton, who tells me to not open the evaluation, but to wait until his client is present. They arrive with in the hour.

Once Mr. Whitfield had settled into the easy chair in my larger office, I called Ingrid and instructed her to bring Kelsey to the room. Kelsey arrived, totally nude, with her hands restrained behind her back. She, with out being told, sank to her knees in front of her step father. She looked up at him “Sir, I am willing to serve you with my mouth, or to feed you with my flesh, which ever way pleases you.”

Why do the odd families end up in my shop?

Mr. Whitfield motions to me, “Please, read the report”. I open the report. “It seems that Kelsey has a oral sex rating of 85 on this retest.” Upon hearing that, Mr. Whitfield unzips his pants and pulls his semi-hard cock out. “Prove it slut.” he says flatly. She had already started to rise up to take his cock into her mouth as he said that. She took him into her mouth and began to alternately apply lip and tongue action to his hardening cock. Once his cock was hard she started to take him deeper and deeper into her throat, finally taking him all the way in. Once she had reached that level she kept her head down and we could see her swallowing repeatedly, massaging her step fathers cock with her throat muscles. After 15-30 seconds of this, she slowly raised her self up, then lowered her self back down on to his cock, repeating the swallowing once she had him fully in her throat. After the 3rd or 4th cycle, he grabbed he head and held it as he came into her throat. Once he had finished, he pulled his member from her mouth, then pushed her back down, so that she was sitting on her knees again. “Leo will take you to you new residence. I will visit you several times a week. On some visits I may bring business guests. You will service them as well. He stands, adjusts and zips his pants, then reaches into his jacket, removing a check which he hands to me. It’s for $2,750. “I believe this was the agreed amount for the slave and the training?” I agree, and take the check. He turns to his lawyer “Leo, make the arrangements for monitoring and the other issues we brought up.” With that he leaves the room. Leo turns to me “We are going to need a slave monitoring system set up, for up to 4 slaves.”

“I think I can do that. I’ve just gained access to a town house just out side of down town. How about $500.00 per month for the monitoring, with an additional fee of 200 per slave for food and basic utilities?”

I hear the rumble of what sounds like a dozen motorcycles out side. I check monitor and sure enough there is a bike gang in my drive way. Looks like 10 guys, each with a “Biker bitch”. I recognize one of the guys as a being one of the bouncers at ‘Hot Toddies’, a club I regularly get ‘volunteers’ from. While I’m watching, the girls are start stripping down, apparently as a result of something said by the leader. Well, that means this probably isn’t going to be a hold up.

After a few minutes, they come in. The women all stand against the wall, while the men come up to Ingrid’s desk. I turn on the audio pick up so I can hear what’s going on.

The apparent leader leans over Ingrid’s desk “Me and the boys are going a long road trip, maybe relocate someplace. We’d like to sell off our ‘old ladies’ to cover some of the expense. Can you help me out here sweetheart?” Ingrid looks up at him and says “Of course. Just a moment sir.” With that, she use the intercom (which automatically kills my audio pickup, to avoid feed back) “Mr. West? We have some gentlemen here to sell some slaves.” I tell her to send them in.

All ten of the bikers come in to my office. The leader takes a chair in front of my desk. “My boys and I are going to go on a long road trip, maybe change our hang outs. We’ve decided that we don’t want to take our old ladies with us. So, here is the deal. We want you to do that testing thing on the sluts, and then make us a fair offer for them. You don’t have to test the redhead, bro, just do what ever magic that puts her on a spit.” I nod and page Ingrid, telling her to have the testers start on those girls, but not to test the red head, but to have her put on an Ultimate Ride, but not to turn it on until I tell her to. I also instruct her to get a urine sample from each of them.

OK, how do you tell 10 bikers that they have to pass a piss test and not have an abuse complaint filled against them before you can enslave their “Old ladies”?

Might as well take the bull by the horns… “You do know that there are some rules I have to follow, right?” “Oh, yeah, we know. Tiny, give him the disk.” the leader says. Tiny, who, of course, is the largest guy in the gang, digs around in the pockets of his jacket and hands me a DVD-R. “We have a new afternoon thing at the club house….” he says as he hands it to me. I take the disk and pop it into the player. They had named the chapters on the disk with a date stamp. Looks like this covered the last 14 days or so. I start up the first chapter. I see the 10 girls out in my waiting area all lined up, on their hands and knees on a low bench. The camera pans back and I see the bikers standing behind them, each with a girl on her knees in front him, giving head. “The fluffers are just some local talent” one of the bikers tells me. “Yeah, you would be amazed what some chicks will do for a little speed or weed.” another adds in. At some off screen signal, all ten bikers pulled out of the fluffers mouths and entered “doggy style” their “old ladies” waiting on the bench. The camera man then walked down the line of fucking couples stopping in front of each of them, making sure that he got a good shot of their faces, with the time date stamp being clearly visible. I clicked to go to the next chapter and, aside from the fact that the fluffer had changed, it was more or less the same. I went on the 3rd, and it was more of the same. I stopped the player and ejected the disk, putting in a folder. “Not going to watch all 2 weeks worth?” I shook my head, “No, I only need to see 3 separate acts, with in the last 30 days. Your good. Now if you would each fill out a form for me, and give me piss sample, we can complete this transaction.”

They took the forms and cups, and started to fill them out, or up, as the case may be. As soon as I had all of them on my desk, I started to run their SSN through the database. They all came up clean. Well, that’s a bit surprising, I would have thought that a biker would have at least one complaint against them. But, given that the slaver database only checked for the women being converted, maybe not that surprising. What was surprising was that all the whiz quizzes came back clean. Tiny was nodding his head “Told you guys that staying clean for a month would work…”

Well, that explains that. All that we need to do is check the girls for being pregnant and get their scores so I can make an offer. Ingrid comes in, with a tray of urine samples, each labeled by the potential slave’s SSN. I do the tests, and they are all clean.

“Well, gents, we are clean and green here. Let’s talk about the redhead first. I assume you want her on the spit today?” When told this is the case, I go on, “Well, here are your options then, you can pay the $250 slave tax and the 500.00 meat tax up front, or I can take it out of what I would pay you for the other 9 slaves.” While I was saying this, I get a pop up telling me that the testing crew was finished with the other 9. I glance at the scores, all high on oral sex skills, mid range to low on other skills, more or less what I would expect from biker bitches. “Based on what I’m seeing on the scores here, I can offer you 750 each, which means, your walk out of here would be 6 grand, plus a slave on stick. How does that sound to y’all?” There was a chorus of agreement around the room. “OK, you want that in case or a check? Also, when do you want her spitted and do you want her tortured before she is impaled?” I am informed that yes, they want cash, they want her on the spit now, and, no they don’t want her tortured first. I nod, then call up Josh, telling him to go ahead and run a fast snuff cycle on the red head on the Ultimate Ride machine. He asks me if I want the other girls to watch her being impaled, so I look over at the leader of the bikers. He shrugs and says “Might as well, but they are your problem now”. I nod and tell Josh to go ahead and have them watch. While I hear the machine start up in the torture and snuff room, I open up the save and pull out 6 grand in cash, asking “How do you want to split this up? Tiny says “Well, I’m the club treasurer so give it to me.” As no one objects, I toss it to him. One of the others tells me to “Put Terrie in my side car”. I look blank until he goes “Terrie, you know the red head on a stick you got now?”