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The State Part 2
by The Odd Side of Jeff
The Terwilliger's became very educated slave owners. Learning the ins and outs
of rating slaves, buying and selling and even taking classes in training. Sally
made friends with many instructors and advanced trainers. Most owners did not
give their slaves a second thought, they used them until they were too damaged
to use any more and just traded them in, undervalued like a used car. Sally, on
the other hand, brought Toe to many sessions and they helped hone her into a
sharp point of patience and service. The training changed the disposition of
Toe, she enjoyed being around many slaves again. Bragging about her free past
never even came to mind.
She learned a concept they called 'independent trust'. She was supposed to be
independent in her service, responsible for her own actions and not dependent on
another slave to fulfill an order. Other slaves can turn on you and get you in
trouble with your owners. Slaves can't be trusted, but then again, you have to
because many orders require a lot of slaves.
Toe found this very helpful and seemed to increase her efficiency by more than
50 percent. And that was something that was measured through careful
observations by third parties.
Fred thought it would be a good idea to get a full appraisal of Toe. It would
cost more than five times his initial investment in her, but if a shining rating
came through Toe could become a very lucrative slave. Fred made an appointment.
"Toe, you are expensive to keep up and must start to earn your way around here."
Fred said.
"There are people that measure the value of slaves. We need to learn your true
value. You are much improved over the last few months and we are very pleased
with your progress." This was the most complimentary thing Sally had ever said
to Toe.
"And, I want you to understand that we do not intend to sell you if you get a
great score, just the opposite."
"Yes, the better you do, the more likely we will keep you. We need to make money
off you or you are no use to us." Sally said.
"You will be gone for a while. Your Mistress and I will be going to the
mountains to visit her family for the holidays. Go gather your clothing,
restraints and medications, put them in your trunk and come back here. Go now!"
Toe bowed. "Thank you Master, Thank you Mistress." And she darted off to her
cell.
When she returned she knelt before her owners. Sally stood and walked around the
room for a moment. She made a gesture out the window and two men in suits got
out of a parked station wagon. One came in and gathered Toe. He clipped her
wrists behind her back, attached her ankles and pulled a leather bag over her
head that gathered at her neck. The other went down to the basement to get her
trunk.
Toe was gently led out by a leash to the car and it went off. Inside her bag Toe
smiled deeply and noticed that it smelled better than anything she had ever
smelled before. She felt a prick.
"Wake up, wake up!"
Gentle slapping across the face brought her back. She woke and found herself in
a comfortable bed, with pillows and a quilt in a well lit room. Immediately Toe
noticed she was free of shackles, or even a collar. This frightened her deeply,
she was not free and was used to a constant restriction on her movement. She
immediately jumped out of bed and knelt before the man addressing her.
"Please, that is not necessary. Around here things are a little different.
Please, go back to bed, you still look a little tired." The man said.
Toe complied immediately. She got back into the bed and waited for her next
instruction. No instruction came, he just left, turned out the light and closed
the door. She heard no lock click. So she was just there, still, motionless
afraid of what was going on. After a while she felt her neck, it had been so
many years since she did not have a collar on. She felt its length and noticed
rough areas of skin where the collars must have scraped more. Toe also waved her
arms around in the air since they each felt pounds lighter. This quickly stopped
when she worried they might be watching her on video and scoring her
performance.
After a while, she simply slept again. And when she awoke the door was wide
open, another new experience. Toe had to pee, but who should she ask permission?
After waiting a while for someone to come in for her relief she dared to venture
out on her own. It was a large complex that reminded her of the island. Many
doors, no labels and long, well lit hall ways.
Finally, Toe saw a person. She was a woman is a flowing sun dress, she looked
happy and casual. Toe went into a full kneeling position as the woman approached
her.
"I have no need for you, move along."
Toe hesitated, "Mistress, may I please pee."
"Of course, there is a bathroom right over there." She pointed to a blue painted
door.
"Thank you Mistress, thank you so much." Toe moved to kiss her feet.
"No problem sweet, have a good day."
Toe was deeply confused as the strange woman walked away. She was not cruel or
harsh or mean. Toe did not trust her. When the woman turned the corner, Toe
crawled to the blue door.
Not peeing through a chastity belt was a different experience for her. No tubes,
no plates just natural flow. She immediately remembered her childhood, running,
being late, sneaking around. All things that she had not experienced since she
was twenty years old.
When she was finished, number one and number two, she wiped herself clean. Once
done, she noticed her vagina. She also had not seen it in years and looked
closely. Her lips were much longer than she remembered and her clit was just
huge. Unintentionally, her finger brushed against her thing and it sent a shock.
The sensation made her want to go back immediately and again and again. But she
stopped, stood up and put her hands behind her back.
Leaving the bathroom, Toe kept her hands behind her back and walked the hallways
with her head down. She would glance up every once and a while to see where she
was going. Keeping diamonds on her back, she tried to bring out her most
submissive, but confused, self. After turning many hallways, she finally found
people.
"Toe." A commanding male voice said nicely. "Good to see you are up."
Toe dropped. She curled into the most prostrate position she could imagine and
waited.
"Very good, Toe. Please stand and approach." A woman's voice.
Toe stood and approached. She kept her head down, hands behind her back and kept
about three feet away.
The man again. "We are all here together to measure your slavery. To measure
your level of submission. We will do this in several stages, testing you
coordination, general knowledge, beauty, poise and many other intangible
things."
"Many slaves enjoy this experience, Toe. I hope that you do as well. So, are you
hungry, would you like to join us for breakfast?" A tall woman in a floor length
black dress, said.
"Thank you Mistress, thank you." Toe fell to her knees and crawled to kiss her
boot. She had to use her face to brush aside the Mistress' skirts, and when she
did she gently placed her lips on the toe. The Mistress gently lifted her foot
and bent down to touch Toe's back.
"How very sweet, but that won't be necessary. Please come with us." Taking Toe's
hand, she helped her up and took her into another room. There was a informal set
up on a normal dining table. No eyebolts, no dishes on the floor, no bowls of
water. Toe was led to a chair and the man pulled it out.
"I imagine you are not used to dining like this, not at least since you were
free." He said.
"No, Master." Toe was scared.
He rang a small bell on the table. Another door opened and a very young man in a
butler's uniform entered.
"Please bring in our breakfast."
"Yes, Mistress." The butler said.
First he rolled in a cart with coffee, juices and water. Then one came in with
everything anyone would want for breakfast. Breads, eggs, meats, fruits and all
with a beautiful arrangement of flowers.
"What would you like, Toe?"
"Mistress, may I please have some carrots."
"Of course you can, but I hope that you have more than that. Eat anything you
want, until you are full. Do your owners feed you meat?"
"No, Mistress. Thank you, Mistress."
She waved her hand at the butler. He took away the meats and prepared a plate
for Toe, centered on carrots.
"Toe," the man spoke "everything you do here is a test. Every action you take is
being scored. You are never off camera, and we have a team of assessors that
will be scoring you constantly. Do you understand?"
"Yes, Master."
"Good then eat."
Toe picked up her fork and poked at an egg. She liked being watched. She drank
orange juice and cleaned her plate.
The trainers stood from the table and indicated for Toe to rise. The Mistress
dipped the corner of a napkin in a glass of water and wiped a little egg yoke
off Toe's lip.
"God you are adorable. We would like you to clean up and get dressed for us. I
will take you. When you are dressed, sit on the chair and wait." She said.
Toe was not used to showering herself and she did it very quickly and harshly.
She was worried that she was under a tight deadline. When finished she found her
wardrobe laid out for her. She was stunned, cotton bra and panties, a loose
fitting cotton maid's uniform that only went to the knee, sheer stockings and
strangest of all... flats. Where it used to take her a half hour and her
Mistress to get dressed, now she did it in a minute. So, she sat and waited.
The door opened and the sundress woman came in.
"Oh, I have you today, good. Please come with me."
As Toe followed, the woman continued.
"We will be testing your agility today. You will be asked to do some tasks and
we will score you. Then we will make it a little more difficult, then more and
so on until you can't accomplish any more tasks. This will take a little while,
so I hope you didn't have any plans."
Toe giggled, and then stopped herself.
"This is the first room, in here you will walk stairs, crawl under things and so
on. The most important thing to remember is that grace, form and elegance are
key. Now, follow the yellow line, keep as close to the line as you can. Start."
Toe found the line and began to walk it. She stood tall, back straight, hands
behind her back. First there were stairs, one side plush carpet, the other wood.
The line indicated that she was to double back on the stairs until the line went
off. Now it was zig zags that got tighter over time. Next there was an area she
had to crawl under a series of half doors. Finally there was just a long
straight line.
"Very good, let's move on."
The next room was like a restaurant dining room. Dishes everywhere.
"I will give you tasks and score you on efficiency, grace and speed. Take this
tray and clear off that table and bring it to the back room."
Toe did.
"Very good, next clean up that mess."
The woman pointed to an upset ashtray on the carpet. Next to it there was a
small brush and a dust pan. Toe cleaned up the mess.
She was given several other serving and cleaning tasks and did them all very
well. The woman complimented her and took her into a new room.
"Now we will increase the difficulty. We will start with the shoes."
A pair of 4 inch heel pumps were handed to her. Toe slipped them on. Then she
ran the entire course again. All day long she was handed more and restrictive
clothing. A corset was added, then a longer and more sever one. Her skirt got
longer and eventually was as tight as a hobble. Shackles were added. Hands in
front of the back, behind the back, chained to her neck, chained to her feet.
Every small change brought another running of the obstacle course. Towards the
end, many of the tasks became impossible.
Sometimes she was so tightly bound that movement was impossible. The woman was
always gentle with her, but clearly loved confining Toe. When she was not able
to walk the first course in a full length laced hobble skirt, her arms behind
her back in a single sleeve and her head covered by a full hood, her assessor
gave up. Toe was undressed to naked and was clearly exhausted.
"Toe, you look tired. Please get up and we will go to your room."
She held Toe's hand as they walked. It felt good to be unencumbered again and
that made Toe feel a little guilty.
"You did very well today. Very well. Most slaves don't get a third as far as you
did. Your owners must value you very much."
"Yes, Mistress. They are very kind to me."
"Here is a menu for your dinner. You will eat it in your room and I will come
get you in the morning. If you need a bathroom, it is down the hall. Feel free
to use it whenever you need. Do you have any questions?"
"Yes, Mistress."
"Go ahead."
"Mistress, may I please sleep in chains tonight?"
"No."
"Thank you, Mistress."
Toe went into her room. A few minutes later the butler came to take her order. A
salad, some pasta and water. The food was delicious and soon after finishing,
she passed out, asleep.
A gentle kiss on her forehead. Her assessor stood over her. Today in a bright
blue blouse and a short black skirt. Toe admired her short Victorian cut boots
so much she rolled out of bed and began to kiss the pointed toe.
"Such a good slave, so cute in the morning. Take a shower and get dressed and
then meet me in the classroom." She pointed to another door, the one white.
Toe did as she was told and found her old Cranbrook uniform laid out for her.
Fitting perfectly, it was strange to be back in those days. She began to tear up
a little, thinking about her old friends, that abstract notion of freedom and
wondered about what ever happened to Bunny. She pulled herself together and went
to the white door.
Inside she saw a small desk, a wooden chair and the woman. There was also a
table of food.
"Please sit down, Toe. For the next week you will be taking tests. Some of them
you have taken before and we will be comparing your current and past scores. No
talking, don't leave the room. If you need to use the water closet, there is one
over there. Feel free to eat and drink as much as you like. When you finish a
test ring the bell and I will bring you your next. Here you go."
First an MMPI, then a standard IQ test, then more psychological tests. 12 hours.
The next day she started the academic tests, the SAT, the ACT, the GRE, math
tests, history tests, geography tests. This took the rest of the week.
Her testing went well. She proved to be very psychologically balanced, with a
very high IQ. He academic tests were tougher, the high school stuff was good,
but the grad school tests were less so. Even so, it was rare for a slave to get
over 800 on the SATs.
Toe was given the weekend off. She was told to lounge around the pool and was
even allowed alcohol. But she was still not allowed chains.
On Monday morning, she was greeted by a new face.
"Toe, wake up. Now slave!" The new face screamed.
Toe jumped out of bed and to her knees.
"I am Mistress Viva. Stand now."
Toe stood as she wheeled in a slave transport unit. She lifted Toe onto it. Here
wrists, ankles and neck were quickly fixed into place and she was rolled away.
In the basement, Toe was introduced to the largest dungeon she had ever seen.
"I have to clean you out."
She was wheeled into a tiled room with hoses coming out of the wall. Mistress
Viva put on a long rubber coat and approached Toe with one of the hoses. She
shoved it violently up her ass and released a large amount of warm liquid.
"Hold that until I command you to release."
She left the room and came back with an eye dropper. Forcing her mouth open, she
emptied the full dropper into her throat. Experienced, the Mistress jumped out
of the way.
"Release."
Buckets of stuff began flowing out of Toe's ass and mouth. Viva then began
hosing her down with a high pressure hose. When the water got into her mouth,
Toe could taste that it was full of detergent.
Wheeling her out of the cleansing room, Viva began.
"You had a pretty easy week, didn't you slave."
"Yes, Mistress."
"That ended a few minutes ago. Now we will begin the part of your evaluation
that tests your endurance and tolerance of pain. This will be very difficult for
you and I don't really care. I am here to give you pain. We will start with a
simple whipping. If you reach a point at which you can suffer no longer, yell
'mercy' and I will stop. That is the point at which you will be rated."
The lashes began quickly. Mistress Viva was using a short, fat single tale all
over her back and ass. She was skilled and making a nice lattice pattern on her
recently pampered skin. Viva had a regime worked out, using different tools and
varied force. Toe never used the safe word.
After her beating, Toe was placed in a small cage that allowed her almost no
movement. A light was turned out and she was in the dark, alone. Hours later, a
strong man pulled her out of the cage. He dragged her by the hair to a long
metal rack. When pinned down on it, she realized it was she was slowly being
stretched. Mistress Viva walked up to her and placed a switch in her hand.
"This will continue stretching you at a continuous rate. When it gets to be too
much, hit this button. I want you to use the button, I order you to not just let
it stretch you until it kills you."
The machine moved so slowly, it took a couple of hours for her to experience any
real pain. But then it was bad. She could feel her joints pop and her skin began
to burn. Nausea ran over her body and she thought she might barf, but couldn't.
After a little nap, she realized that she had passed out. She hit the button and
the machine quickly contracted. Not being stretched was now the pain that
overwhelmed her. The man gathered her and put her back in the cage.
The next time she woke she was on an examination table with thick rubber
padding. Her hands and feet bound with rubber straps. Something smashed against
the soles of her feet and she let out a scream. It smashed again and again. Not
a whip, more like a stick and the pain was unbearable.
"Next to your right hand you will notice a dial. Now it is set to zero. When I
tell you, you will begin to very slowly turn it to the right. Keep turning it
slowly until you can take no more. When you are done, turn it back to zero.
Begin."
When she first turned the dial she began to feel short sharp electrical shocks
moving all over her body. Some seemed to come from inside her vagina and ass,
some from her arms, her feet, her thighs, just everywhere. She kept turning and
the jolts got longer, stronger and more focused on the more painful areas. Her
jaw clenched tight and she tried to not scream. She turned more and her body
stiffened as rigid as a board. The dial stopped on that position for a long
time, she could not bring herself to turn it any more. Giving one more quick
movement to the right the pain overwhelmed her so much she had to bring it back
to zero.
An injection, sleep.
The room was small and Toe was very firmly secured to a large chair. No part of
her body could move. The original breakfast couple was standing in front of her.
"Good morning Toe, your testing here is over. Your owners will be here to gather
you in about an hour. You should be happy to know that you tested very well and
appraised very high. Your owners have been informed and they are very proud of
you." The woman was beaming and gently fingering Toe's face and hands. Toe
smiled and felt a warmness inside.
"So just wait here for your owners." The man said as he closed and locked the
door behind him. Toe noticed an IV tube in her arm and wondered how long she had
been there. Then the lights went out. In pure silence and pure darkness, Toe
waited.
Attached to her body were many medical monitoring devices. Blood pressure, brain
waves, heart rate even blood chemistry. Several testers monitored these devices
during Toe's last test. It would not be an hour before her owners came, more
like a week. They wanted to see how she responded to abandonment and test her
patience.
Toe was patient and stunned her observers. When ever they did this test before,
it only took a few hours or maybe a day for panic to set in. Then the slaves
would thrash around in the bonds and begin to really freak out. Toe just sat
there and waited. Every once and a while she would relieve herself in the
specially designed chair, her body processed the IV fluids well. She was pure
stability.
After a week, the door opened and Toe smiled. She saw her owners and slowly
lowered her eyes out of respect. They freed her and placed her stomach down on a
rolling gurney. A nurse attended to her bed sores and then she was dressed by a
couple of beautiful slave girls.
A couple of years ago, Fred bought Toe for a thousand dollars. Her new
assessment valued her at $750,000. They were overjoyed with their investment and
her progress.
Toe was brought home and put back to work just as before. No cool down period,
no reward. She was dressed in her formal service outfit with very tight fetters
when her Mistress rang the bell. Toe went in and knelt before her owner.
Sally yelled into the living room. "Come take her."
Two prison temps came into the room. One came around her, stuffed a gag in her
mouth and zipped a hood over her head. The other picked her up and placed her in
a wooden crate. A breathing tube was attached to the hood and attached to the
side of the box. An injection, sleep. They then filled the box with white foam
totally immobilizing the slave.
"Mistress, here is the lease agreement."
Sally looked it over, six months, 25 thousand dollars, return of the property in
perfect condition or a penalty would be determined by a mediator. She signed.
"Thank you Mistress, she will be delivered here in six months." The prison temp
handed here a check for $12,500.
The slave crate was put on a dolly and wheeled out to a truck. There were at
least a dozen other crates, stacked and strapped to the wall.
"We have three more stops and then the airport." The temps got in the cab and
rolled out.
Toe slept deeply, for days. When she began to slip into something that resembled
consciousness her eyes opened and she felt her lids scrape across very rough
leather. When she tried to swallow, she felt her tongue suck juice out of
leather. When she felt a bubble in her ear she found that not only could she not
more her hands, she also could not move her fingers. She thought of the bugs
caught in amber that she played with in school. She tried to listen and only
found the deepest silence of her life. Just the deafening sound of her own heart
beat and shallow breathing. She tried to remember what is was that brought her
here. Earning her way to being valuable is what she remembered.
Toe had never heard of lease agreements. She just thought that slaves were
bought and sold. Slavery was still illegal in almost every country in the world,
so many Asian and European tourists came just to be able to play with the
slaves. Amusement parks and hotels needed to keep many slaves for their patrons.
Leasing offered a great tax advantage and also ensured that their was always
fresh stock.
There were a hundred crates in the cargo plane. Slaves and temps efficiently
loaded them into 18 wheel truck. Toe felt the movement, she felt her box tip and
then flip. Somehow she knew she was upside down, but it didn't seem to matter.
She felt her box drop a little and then nothing. She could feel her spit drip
down the breathing tube and her mouth started to feel very dry. At least the
tube between her legs that drained her urine leaked less. Counting seemed like
the best thing at this point and she began.
It was very very bumpy from 3,500 to 8,000. It was still for the next 5,000.
From 77,000 to around 150,000 it was so rough she worried that her box would
topple. Then it was still until she felt a forklift pick her up and bring her
box into the basement of a large stone resort.
The All Weather Inn was a world famous Alaskan resort. For over a century, sport
fishermen from everywhere came for some of the best Salmon and Grayling fishing
in the world. When the fish stopped running like they used to, the resort
adapted and catered to the Asian sex market.
The first thing Toe heard for days came as a relief, she knew she would soon be
out. A slave in very heavy irons pried the top off the box, inside he found a
large foam cube with just a little fabric poking through. He turned the crate on
it's side and began to hose down the foam with water. It quickly dissolved and
Toe fell out of the box. She struggled to get on her knees, but only slipped
into a heap on the floor. The slave unlocked her clothing and chastity belt and
quickly put metal shackles on her feet and hands.
He lifted her to her knees and roughly undid her hood and gag. He pulled her
head back by her hair. She knew not to rub her eyes and just tried to adjust
enough to see. Standing in front of here was a tall blonde woman. She was very
authoritatively dressed in riding pants, high black boots and a crisp white
blouse. In her hand she held a riding crop that she touched Toe's chin with.
"Slave, welcome to Alaska."
"Thank you Mistress."
"Gag her immediately."
The slave forced a large piece of leather in her mouth and locked it tightly to
her neck.
The Mistress took Toe's packing list out of it plastic bag. She read it over.
"Toe, what an appropriate name. You have been leased to us by your owner and
when your lease is over you will be returned to her. In the meantime, I am your
God. You will do whatever I or anyone else around here tells you. You will be
worked very hard and trained to do things you haven't done yet. Right now I am
going to have you cleaned up and fed."
Toe was pulled to her feet by the male slave and hung in the corner. He hosed
her down and scrubbed her with a sponge. He did not seem to enjoy this as much
Toe did. She loved being washed and after days of sweating in wool it was one of
the most necessary showers she had ever had. She waited patiently for the slave
to sponge down her ass and cunt, but he did it last and for only a moment. She
wondered if he was gay, or if he was just tired of his job.
He removed the gag from her mouth and whispered in her ear. "Please be silent,
all new arrivals are on speech restriction." Toe nodded.
She was led, naked, down a long stone passage way. She noticed cell doors about
every three feet. When he reached her door he unlocked it and attached her
collar to a very heavy chain on the floor. The chain was so heavy she had a hard
time not bending over. A tray was wheeled in with a glass of pureed banana and
powdered stuff.
"Drink this down" The slave told her, and she did in one delicious gulp. Without
a word, the tray was wheeled out and the door locked behind him.
Toe began a series of stretching exercises she learned while she was pregnant.
While she was on her back, lifting her shackled legs in the air she noticed the
video camera. It was in the center of the ceiling, and she gently smiled towards
it. She liked this place. Her cell was small and cool. She liked the stone, it
felt safe and secure. She liked the chain because she had never seen one like it
before. She liked the indifferent slave because of how well trained he seemed.
After some sit-ups and pushups, she ignored the small bed and fell asleep on the
rough stone floor, a gentle smile still pointed towards the camera.
****
Fred and Sally felt the emptiness of Toe's absence deeply. They were shocked
that they had become so attached to her. Sally thought that emotional
attachments to slaves was a dangerous thing. Fred thought it was just natural.
So they took their new income from Toe and proceeded to the bargain basement of
Sam's Slave emporium. Buy low, lease high was their plan. They would look for
the youngest and healthiest stock they could find. This would mean they would
have to deal with undisciplined and uneducated slaves, features Amy looked
forward to correcting.
In the basement Sally looked over a very haggard group of slaves. There was one
old man, chained to the wall, mumbling to himself. His skin was deeply bruised
from years of beatings and she was shocked a little when she saw he was
castrated. His price was 50 dollars.
Fred came across a young man, his chart said he was 25, sold into slavery 10
years ago by his family, served in 3 houses and 5 factories, and was judged by
most of his owners as incorrigible and incompetent. Fred called over his wife
and pointed out the young slave.
Sally beamed when she saw the beast. He looked strong, stupid and breakable.
"Stand slave"
"Fuck you bitch!"
Sally pushed a button and gave the slave a very long and harsh shock. A sales
associate came to assist. She was a very old woman in a black business suit.
"Do as you are told, slave!" The sales woman hit him across the thigh so hard he
immediately bled.
The slave stood.
"He has been very difficult for us, he seems to not care in any way about
punishment or authority."
"How much are you asking for this piece of shit." The slave tried to spit on
Mary, but missed and was slapped by her so hard she knocked him over.
"We are asking for $800."
"I will give you 4."
The saleswoman nodded.
"Box him up, we will take him." Fred said quickly.
"Will there be anything else?" The saleswoman asked.
"We will need one more, something in a female." Sally replied.
"Please come with me." The saleswoman pointed to another room. The male slave
was taken down by the handlers and bound and boxed.
The couple followed the stern old woman to another room. "We have something very
special for you, I hope you like it."
She pointed to a frail young woman in a straight jacket. The jacket was attached
to the wall so she was in a continual standing position. She was weeping and
shivering.
"This one is one of the least successful volunteers I have ever run across. She
was a mixed up girl, no debt, who wanted to sell herself. She had no idea what
she was getting into. I think she felt guilty, seeing all the slaves around her
and wanted to put herself in their place."
"Slave, what is your name!" Sally demanded.
She looked up and started to blubber. "Mistress my name is 348,754D" And she
started to weep uncontrollably. "Can I go home now."
The saleswoman gave her a shock. "You are home, you are a slave and there is no
going back."
Her weeping fell out of control and then she seemed to fall into some sort of
mild seizure.
"This is what happens and why she is down here. We could sell her for tens of
thousands if she wasn't insane."
"Is she really insane?" Fred asked.
"It happened during her first conditioning. Her initial slavers claim she began
to have seizures during a light stimulation session. They gave her a few
thousand dollars worth of medical attention and gave up. She was then sold to a
fishing ship where she cleaned fish for a year. But she kept intentionally
cutting herself and bleeding all over their product. The captain of the ship had
to stop other slaves from throwing her overboard. He threw her in the brig and
brought her to us."
Fred walked up to the tightly bound slave and gave her as much of a hug as he
could, kissed her on the cheek and wiped her face dry. The saleswoman was
shocked by his behavior. Fred whispered in the slave's ear.
"We are bringing you home now."
The girl smiled and stopped shaking just a little. Fred lifted her off the wall
and put a leash on her collar. She fell to her knees and kissed his shoes. Sally
yanked the leash out of Fred's hand and pulled the slave to her feet.
"Follow, slave." Sally ordered.
"Would you like me to box her up for you?"
"That won't be necessary. Ship the boy to our home first thing in the morning.
Keep him in the box tonight."
Sally was a little ambivalent about the young woman. She seemed non functional,
but she was only 200 dollars. Fred needed a project and he got himself one, she
thought to herself.
"What are you going to name her?" Sally asked.
"I don't know, how does Weep sound."
"Funny, and kind of accurate, I like it."
"What about the boy?"
"Pig seems appropriate."
And so there it was, two new slaves to break in and lease out. Pig and Weep.
Sally had several psychiatrist friends who had been recommending a new
reconditioning drug called Lenibio. It was just out of testing and had proven to
make the most awful slaves docile. She bought a one month supply and planned on
taming the Pig.
Weep woke in her new home. Fred had placed her in Toe's old room and restrained
her in a very mild fashion. When she woke she couldn't remember the previous
night, she had forgotten who bought her and wondered where her family was. She
looked and saw the small punishment cage that Toe had grown so fond of
The door unlocked and Fred stood there with a crop in hand.
"Knees" He said softly.
Weep found just enough chain to reach the floor and went to her knees.
"Do you know where you are?"
Silence
"Speak slave."
"No Master, I don't."
"You are home. This is your home."
Weep began to weep. Fred undid her chains and she found herself unbound for the
first time in nearly two years. He took her arm and lead her to the slave's bath
that Toe helped him build. Weep found a warm bath already drawn and her new
owner helped her in.
Compassion was new to Weep and it confused her at first.
"Master, are you going to kill me?"
"No, that won't be necessary, unless you try to escape."
"I will not try to escape."
"I know you won't. The saleswoman told me you were once free."
"I was, Master."
"You understand that you will be a slave for the rest of your life."
She began to cry again.
"I asked you a question. You should always answer my questions, do you
understand?"
"Yes, Master, I understand. I was a free person once."
"Why did you sell yourself?"
"Master, I was mistaken. I thought the life of a slave would be fun. All those
ads, showing happy slave girls working on tropical beaches, wearing all that
sexy clothing and making love all the time."
The ads were effective, run every afternoon during the teeny bopper programming.
They recruited hundreds, maybe thousands of volunteer slaves. There was a minor
controversy a few years ago when it was discovered that some slave brokers were
piling submissive messages into the ads. The messages promised things that were
impossible and in some cases against the slave laws. And while the slavers that
made those ads were given minor fines and forced to change the name of their
company, their slaves were not freed. It appeared that Weep fell into that
world.
"They are beautiful advertisements. But, you must have known that things would
not be that easy."
"My family never owned slaves, Master. They thought it was wrong, I guess
immoral. I really never met a slave until I became one."
"There is no turning back and you will have to learn how to function as a proper
slave or we will sell you to whomever wants to buy you. We don't think slavery
is immoral, we love owning slaves and will not hesitate to punish or even sell
you to a mine if you are not more than adequate."
"Yes, Master."
"Now, we need to make you useful. You need to stop wallowing in your own regret
and begin to serve your purpose to us. You are my property, much like the light
bulb that is illuminating this room or the bed you slept on. This is law,
enforced by the state and I will make sure that you remember that at all times.
This will begin by you doing the chores and services that we require, and that
is all."
"Yes, Master. Thank you Master."
Fred finished bathing Weep. Her body was still soft after a year on a fishing
boat and he loved her shape. He finished with her cunt, rubbing it gently with
his sponge and then his index finger. He massaged her carefully and lovingly.
"I order you to enjoy my touching you. I want you to cum if it comes to you. I
order you to think about the beautiful slave girls in the commercials you saw
and to feel the freedom that is slavery."
And Weep did. She had not been treated this way, ever. She began to instantly
feel a love for her new owner and enjoyed wave after wave of climax. She gushed
over her new owner and wondered where he had been her whole life. When Fred was
finished, he dressed her in some of Toe's heavy clothing that Sally enjoyed so
much. Weep had never worn a corset and she found it most difficult. As Fred
laced her tighter and tighter, her small (but real) breasts shot up high and her
breathing became more shallow. Her stockings were heavy and dark and made her
feel like an old lady. The dress itself was made of wool and metal, she could
not bend her torso or arms easily and it felt like she was wearing a cage.
"This is how you will dress. You are a slave and movement must be difficult for
you. You will learn, over time, how to be graceful and elegant no matter how we
dress you. If you don't we will sell you."
Weep now had on her full day gear. Black wool maids dress with long sleeves and
a long skirt. Three layers of petticoats with wool stockings. High heel shoes
that locked on and a metal collar with matching wrist and ankle shackles. She
could barely move when her first order came.
"I want you to go upstairs and serve your Mistress breakfast. She will be
breaking in an even more difficult slave and she will need your assistance."
"Yes, Master."
Weep took her leave and moved slowly upstairs. Fred guided her to the kitchen
where her angry Mistress waited.
"What the fuck took you so long you stupid bitch."
"Please forgive me Mistress."
"She took a lot of rubbing, Sally."
"Of course she did. I'll bet she stinks of fish to this day."
"Only a little." They both laughed as Weep tried to hold back the tears.
"Slave, fix me one three minute egg, some toast and a banana / mango smoothie."
"Yes Mistress, thank you Mistress."
As Weep fumbled around the kitchen, trying to find her way around the remarkably
unfamiliar territory, the door bell rang. It was the expected delivery of Pig.
When the temp prisoners pried the box open, Pig was still very much under
sedation. His body just poured onto the floor of their living room when he was
dumped from his box.
Fred had a hard time moving around this limp body as Sally went to retrieve an
iron cross from their basement. The cross was a rigid iron device that locked a
slaves hands, feet and neck into position. Fred was barely able to lock his new
slave in.
"Weep, fetch me a glass of water." She yelled to her new slave.
Pig was locked in and dragged to the middle of the living room. Some smelling
salutes were required to bring him back to a wake state. And when he did, it was
a mess. Pig just started screaming at the top of his lungs trying to escape his
rigid bonds. He shit and pissed all over the himself and the carpet as his new
owners watched. And he kept trying to spit on his owners, but his aim and
velocity were so off that his new owners just laughed at his bad effort.
"Weep, get in here and clean this slave off."
Weep had no idea where any cleaning supplies were or even what exactly they were
talking about. She heard Pig's screaming and worried about what might be
happening to him. Weep found a rag, soap and a bucket and started running hot
water. While the water was running she heard even louder screams from the living
room.
"Fuck you fuckers, god damn assholes, get me out of this thing you shitheads."
Pig yelped.
"Silence slave." Sally said mildly as she put the heel of her boot on his ball
sack.
Pig could not move enough to resist her and he just accepted the torment of his
Mistress. Fred came back with a syringe full of a double dose of Lenibio. He
stuck it into his slaves arm and pumped him full. The slave's eyes rolled back
as he felt a rush to his brain.
Weep fumbled around trying to clean the slave and the carpet. She was ridiculed
by her Mistress as she dripped water all over the place and was distracted by
her fellow slave's torment. Sally grabbed Weep's hair as she was trying to clean
off the new slave.
"He is under you. You are just as shitty slave, but he is the worst thing
imaginable. Treat him however you need to do what you are ordered. Do you
understand?"
"Yes Mistress, I understand."
The slave was still squirming around a little and at that point, Weep grabbed
his nuts and squeezed them as hard as she thought she could."
"Be still and let me clean you off for our owners."
And for reasons he could not understand, Pig did.. Weep used a stiff plastic
brush and scrubbed his whole body and the carpet around him. He was not really
getting any cleaner since the brush and the water were just as contaminated with
his waste as anything around him, but she just kept scrubbing. By the time that
her Mistress determined that she was finished when Pig was bruised and bleeding
from the brush.
Sally felt the need for a speech.
"Listen you two pieces of slave shit. We bought you both last night and so now
we own you. You, your name is Weep because all you seem to do well is cry. And
you, you are Pig, because that is what you are. You two are the most pathetic
slaves I have ever seen and it is my duty to make you better.
"Pig, you are way low around here. You will do whatever I, or my husband or Weep
tells you to do. You are the lowest form of slave I have ever come across. The
only thing that makes me want to make you better is your youth and what might
become looks.
"Weep, I command you to help keep Pig in line. You will be punished as harshly
as he is for anything he does wrong. So, you better keep him in line.
"Pig, you had better listen to her and to me because you are a slave, no matter
how much you protest."
Pig could not move as his Mistress began to unfurl fishing line from a large
spool. She grabbed his cock and balls and gave them a tug that made him think
she might be trying to pull them off. Sally started wrapping the line around his
sack as he screamed in horror. The noise was so loud that neighbors who were
walking down the street walked up the lawn and tried to watch the sorrow through
the windows.
After administering Lenibio, it was advised to create a 'unique pain experience'
for the slave. Sally kept the line on the spool and walked out to the back yard.
She reclined in a lounge chair.
"Weep!" she yelled.
Weep came and kneeled before her Mistress. Sally pulled the fishing line hard. A
scream came from the living room. She pulled again.
"Stuff a gag in his mouth, Get me an iced tea, and clean the kitchen. Go now!"
"Thank you, Mistress." And weep ran off, nearly tripping when her heels dug into
the grass.
Sally pulled the string again and kept jerking it until she heard his scream
muffle. Fred watched Pig from the other room. Weep couldn't see him, when she
attached the gag. She marveled at his cock and how far it was separated from his
body, she never knew it could pull so far. Pig was tensing up in his rigid iron
but still tried to make eye contact with Weep. When he did, Weep saw sorrow and
fear. That only made her want to avert contact and concentrate on his cock. She
reached down to touch it and instantly made him hard.
Fred kept watching as Weep went down to kiss his slave's dick. He wanted to see
just how much trouble she could get herself into. Weeps kiss brought Pig to
something that approached pleasure. The yanks from his Mistress were getting
harder and longer and the now engorged penis was flailing all about. Weep
grabbed it and wrapped her mouth around it. She was skilled, one of the only
things that stuck from her initial training was circular breathing. It took only
a few moments until she was drinking the slave. At that moment, Fred came in.
"Weep, follow."
Startled, she did. He took her to the back yard and had her kneel before her
Mistress.
"Did you order her to give Pig a blow job?"
"I told her to gag him, bring me a iced tea and to clean the kitchen."
"Where is her tea?"
"I haven't made it yet, Master"
"Why did you suck off my slave?"
"I couldn't help myself, Master"
"She is useless, this disobedient on the first day." Sally was clearly angry at
Fred.
"You might be right. Weep, you will be punished severely for this." He walked
behind her, unlocked her dress and stripped her down to her corset. Pulling her
up by the strings on her back, he forced her to a large tree that had chains
hanging from a branch. Attaching her wrists, Weep could not reach the ground.
Her cuffs bit into her skin and she worried that her wrists might break. Fred
held her in place as Sally undid her corset and stripped the rest of her clothes
off. Then the lashing began.
Methodically, her owners each lashed her with single tails. Hitting her hard,
all over her body, she began to bleed. There was no screaming, only weeping.
"You like giving blow jobs?" Sally asked her nearly unconscious slave. "I am
going to send you to a place where you can use your talents. Then we will see
just how much you like giving blow jobs."
And she left her slave hanging, bleeding, and worried. It took just a short
phone call to Bob's Blow Job Hut to arrange for the pick up.
"I am sending her to Bob's for a week." Sally informed Fred.
"Should do her some good."
When the men from Bob's arrived, Fred took her down from the tree and put her
back in the straight jacket he found her in. She was walked through the house on
a leash and got a glance of Pig. He smiled at her and then mocked a kiss. She
hated him now. Thrown into the back of a van, she had no idea what sort of
unique hell she was going to.
The slaves were crated in boxes, except their heads stuck out one head through a
hole. Inside the boxes, their arms and legs were locked in place. Small round
leather eye covers were strapped in place, making her blind but keeping much of
her face exposed. The boxes were stored on shelves that were monitored by video
cameras. Customers come in, scan through the monitors and choose a face. Once
chosen, the box would be taken off the shelf by a robotic apparatus and placed
in perfect position for the customers blow job.
The customers were required to use condoms, and most chose nasty condoms. Nobody
ever said a word to Weep, and the first time her box was chosen, she had no idea
what she was supposed to do. She could not see the man standing in front of her,
but she felt his presence. His hand grabbed her hair and the other forced her
mouth open.
Soon all she tasted was this rubber covered dick that tasted a bit like fish.
Instinct told her it was time to give a blow job, and she was right. She licked
and sucked and did every thing she knew, but he would not stay hard.
"Bitch, do your job." He said as he hit a button. A piece of spring form steel
whaled down from the top of her box and hit her in the ass. This surprise made
her yelp as the man hit the button again and again. This made him hard and she
went back to work. When he finished her box was put back on the shelf and she
just earned another dollar for her owners.
Back at the ranch, Fred was working Pig. Out of his rigid irons and after a
breakfast of bread and water, he was now heavily shackled in the yard. His body
was heavily chained, including and old fashioned ball and chain. He was given
the simple task of turning over the garden. Spring was coming soon and Sally
wanted a garden. Fred stood over his Pig and lashed him whenever he slowed. The
garden was large and full of stones. When turning it over was finished, the Pig
crawled around on his knees, picking out stones.
Sally and Fred soon grew tired of not having anyone around to do the house hold
chores. Pig could not be trusted to do anything more than the most base labor.
The Lenibio was beginning to take hold of him, and his disposition had shifted,
but he was still difficult to manage. After a week at Bob's, Weep brought home
$216 dollars. More than half her value. When she worked around the house, she
was clumsy and distracted by Pig. Plates were broken, whippings ensued. She
would get caught touching Pig in inappropriate ways and whippings ensued. After
a couple of weeks of no progress, she was sent back to Bob's for an indefinite
stay.
After a month at Bob's she had earned nearly a thousand dollars. As pure
investment, Weep was a very good slave, but her owners wanted something more.
Something more like Toe. Weep began to tire of her life in a box, giving blow
jobs. Her mind began to go and that developed into anger. Some men liked
reluctant blow jobs, but when she started biting and vomiting it was just too
much. She was banned for life.
With no potential for income and a complete lack of household skills here
usefulness was gone. Fred and Sally decided to sell her to a coal mine. For five
hundred dollars, the mine got three years of work out of her, before she died.
The buy really low, sell high method was tiring and Fred and Sally decided that
it was time to get a proper slave. Looking through the monthly catalogs of some
of the most exclusive slave brokers. Sally contacted one of the best brokers in
the country, Hemmings. She asked them to bring out a few candidates, all
domestic servants.
John Hemming brought over the slaves. Four beautiful young women in simple short
white dresses. They walked in single file and kneeled when instructed by their
broker.
"Ms. Terwilliger, my name is Fred Hemming, it is a pleasure to meet you."
"Charmed." Sally walked around the slave girls. She touched them on their backs
and none flinched. She and Hemming took a seat on the couch.
"Number 1, stand." He commanded. The slave stood with grace and dignity. With
long black hair, and a very beautiful figure the slave had a glow that was hard
to define.
"This one has been a slave since birth. She has had two owners and extensive
training. She is most skilled in the kitchen and the bedroom. She also speaks
Japanese and Spanish, making her very valuable on the lease market. Kneel.
Number 2 stand."
Number 2 was a five foot tall, 90 pound beauty. With her hands behind her back,
her breasts gently lifted her white dress.
"This one is a volunteer. She has been sold three times, each time for a profit.
After finishing nursing school, her family went bankrupt and she chose to sell
herself. For a volunteer, she has been very effective and obedient."
"No, she is too inexperienced for the price. Down slave." Sally commanded.
"Number 3, stand."
"Walk for me." Sally said. "Over there, now stop and touch your toes. Come to me
and kneel."
The slave did as she was told and Sally was in love. One owner for almost ten
years, she was being sold as part of an estate sale. Formally trained in many
forms of cooking, documented yearly conditioning sessions, no history of
disobedience or violence and very high intelligence scores.
At over six feet tall, the slave was much larger than Sally, but her submission
was so deep it made no difference. Her face was beautifully angular with large
and bright eyes. Many slaves always looked tired, this one looked awake and
aware.
"Send the others away, I will take her." Hemming led the girls and locked them
in his van. He came back with a clipboard and contracts. At three hundred
thousand dollars, Number 3 was a massive investment for Fred and Sally. They
used Toe and their house as collateral and took out and insurance policy on
their new property. Number 3 would have to be leased at some point, just to help
pay for her, but they would keep her in the house until Toe's return.
