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Subject: {ASSM} White Slave Act of 2000 - Cindy (cons, bdsm, tor,nc,oral)
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This story is told from the point of view of a young woman who find her
self becoming a slave.


"Yes, John, I under stand. It's not me, it you. Yeah, I'll keep
in touch."

Well, damn. I thought that one would last. I seem to have the worst
luck with boyfriends. That's three this year alone. It's not like I
don't put out or any any thing, I do. In fact John broke up with me
not more than 3 hours after he fucked me in the ass. I mean, yeah,
after the White Slave thing was passed, I, like most other girls my
age, stopped letting my boyfriends fuck me in the pussy more than twice
a month, but I give head on the first date, and every one after that,
and my ass is almost that available.

Well, enough about that. Time to go hit the "Chunky Monkey". Good
comfort food. Let's see what's on the TV. There is crap on TV. Why
am I not surprised. Ring "Hello?" Great. It's the boss. Wants me
to come in early.

"Yeah, I can come in early tomorrow. No problem. Bye, see you in the
morning"

I hang up the phone and start punching through the TV channels,
thinking "Great, another long day on the help desk, just what I need
right now." As I'm mussing, I find my self on "The Torture
Channel". Some girl, a slave I guess is being flogged. I find my self
unable to change the channel. After a few minutes, the man flogging the
girl stops and bends her over and fucks her. Fucks her hard and fast. I
find my self getting hot, and with out thinking I start fingering
myself. He soon finishes and walks away, and the end credits start to
roll. It seems this is some sort of 'reality' show called
"Spellbook Slaves". I turn off the TV and decide to call it a
night.

The next morning I awaken 3 hours early, so I can get down to the
office for the early shift my boss wants me to work. This is not really
all that fun. I think about the girl I saw on the TV last night and
wonder what she is doing now. When I get to the office, I find out that
the reason I needed to be in early is because a remote site is going to
call in with a question. Great. I could have done this from home. Now I
have 2 hours to kill before my real job starts. I disable the firewall
on my machine so I can surf the net with out "The Nanny" watching
me (hey, knowing how to do that is part of my job. Not my fault they
don't change the passwords). I finally find my self on the web site
for "The Torture Channel". There is a link for that show I saw last
night. I follow it. I can't believe this, I'm watching a web cam of
a bunch of slaves, just sitting around. In what seems like no time, I
hear the normal office hours people coming in. I realize I've spent
over an hour watching slaves. I re-enable the fire wall and start
taking calls.

That night, I get home and turn on the TV. It's still on TCC. I see
an ad, just as I start to change the channel for the show I saw last
night. It will be on in two hours, at 8:00.

8:00 rolls around and I don't even think about it, I change the
channel to TCC. I watch the show, almost in spite of my self.

The next couple of days were much like this. Off to work, then back
home where I watch this slaver's show. I start to think of the cast
as being friends how haven't meet me yet.

Mr. West, the white slaver, seems to be a weird mix of things. You
never know what he's going to do.
Ingrid, the older lady. She seems like a she's a mix of office
manager and mom. Plus she's sexy as all get out, but a little sad
some how.
Sonya. Well, she's just wild. Scary, but in a good way, sort of.
Tracie. She's happy and bubbly. She was the girl I first saw getting
flogged and fucked.
Belinda. She's just resigned. Does what she has to, but you can tell
she's not really happy about it. Except when Tracie goes down on her.
She likes that.
Jen. Poor girl Being tortured so she will taste good as meat.

There are some others but they seem to come and go. Bought and sold it
seems.

It seems my whole life revolves around this damn show. I find out that
it's being filmed here in Eastlake. I look up the address of
Spellbook Slaves. Northside. I change my route to work, so I drive by
the house that acts as their home and office. When I found out what day
Jen was going to be done, I bought a ticket to the barbecue. I felt I
had to be there for her. I was so glad they didn't do her, but did
those other girls instead. I even tried a small bit of them, when they
were served. Taste like pork. Must be why they sometime call it "Long
Pig".

A week after that, all the girls that worked the help desk were called
in to a meeting. The short version is that the company is cutting cost.
All the help desk postions were going to be filled with "Corprate
Assets". They explained that, in effect, to keep our jobs we would
have to volunteer to be enslaved. We would still get paid, at a lesser
rate, (but untaxed) and that the company would provide food, housing
and medical care. This was on a Friday. We had until the next Monday to
make up our minds.

I went home more or less in a state of shock. What the hell? I turned
on the TV, of course going to see "my" show. That's when it hit
me, I'm going to be a slave next week. But if I'm going to be a
slave I don't want to be some sort of drone for the oil industry,
sharing a room with 3 other drones, I wanted to be a sex slave. I
wanted to be a slave with my friends that didn't know me. I spent
that weekend closing down my bank accounts, my credit cards, ending my
lease, all that, basically closing down my life. Monday I went into
work, finished cleaning out my desk, then told the HR staff that I
would not be taking their offer and left. After selling my car and all
my belongings I had about $40,000. I donated it to the Eastlake Red
Cross, less $50.00. From the Red Cross office, I called a cab and gave
them the address of Spellbook Slaves. I gave the cabbie the fifty, got
out and walked up to the door. I rang the bell and waited. Mr. West
opened the door and asked if he could help me.

"Mr West? My name is Cindy and I want to be a slave"

Mr West stood in the door for a couple of seconds, then blinked. "Of
course you do. Come in and let's see what we can do about that."

He gestured a "come in" motion and stepped aside. I entered what
you would call his office's public area. He closed the door behind
me, then lead me back into the private parts of the business. "Do you
have a notarized statement of intent to be enslaved?" he asked. I was
so glad I had been watching his show. "Yes, here it is." I said as
I pulled it from my purse. He looked it over and then typed some data
off of it into his computer. After a few seconds, he made sort of a
grunt and said "Well, it seems you are of age and not currently a
slave. All we need to do is see if you are 'with child' or on drugs
right now.". With that, he pulled out a small cup and handed it to
me. "Fill to the red line. The rest room is over there." I took the
cup and went into the rest room and filled as directed. I returned with
it. Mr. West had a some sort of test out and an eyedropper. He took a
sample out of the cup, sealed the cup then dropped 4 drops on to the
tiny cups on the test card. After a few seconds a set of lines showed
up on the card. "OK, your not pregnant and don't seem to be doing
any drugs. We are good to go here. This is your last chance. Are you
sure you want to be a slave?"

I stood there for a few seconds, then looked him in the eye and said,
"Yes, that is what I want." He shrugged, entered a few more things
in the computer, waited a second for a form to print off. He took the
form, signed it, stamped it with some sort of corporate stamp, then
stapled it with my intent and the result page from the wiz test and put
them in a folder "OK, you are a slave now. This is your last thing
you get to do on your own free will for a while." He handed me a
piece of paper which said "First Refusal Request Form" across the
top. "Please write down up to three people that you want me to
contact as your first possible buyers. There is no guarantee that they
will be your first owners, however I will not sell you to any one other
than those listed for 24 hours". I handed him the form back saying
"I don't have any one." He looked at me, then said, "Well,
check the 'none' box and sign it then".

I did as he asked then sort of stood there, not knowing what to do
next. He looked at me, then said, "OK, strip. Unsold slaves don't
wear clothing, at least not while in the shop. And put this on.",
handing me a collar with a some sort of electronic device on it. I put
the collar on, noticing that it 'locked' on, then started to
disrobe. While I was taking my jeans off I said "How come Ingrid gets
to wear a tunic then?"

ZAPPPPP. I found my self setting on the floor, and my whole head and
neck felt like it was on fire.

"Three things: One, slaves don't question orders, Two, Ingrid
isn't an unsold slave, Three, slaves don't question orders. Do I
make my self clear here?"

"Yes... Master". I said.

"Mr West will do. Unless I personally buy you or make you a corporate
asset Master isn't the correct term of address. That's just my
personal foible, legally, of course, you are correct."

As I finished stripping, an alarm clock noise went off. Mr West did
something with his PDA and the noise stopped. "Time for the daily
freak show. Might as well come along and see what Sonya has in mind
today."

With that, Mr. West hooked a dog leash to my collar and took me toward
the rear of the house/office. Because I had watched the show so much, I
knew where he was leading me to. We arrive at the torture room, where
Sonya had Jen and Angelina strung up, hanging by one wrist each, with
their backs to each other. She had tied their "free" arm to each
other, and had extended it out, with a rope going to the "peg
board" on the western wall. The effect was to make them look like
they were cheerleaders making an "L".

"I'm going to give them 25 lashes with the cat-o-nine today, then
leave them up for a while. Is that OK?" Sonya asked.

"Sound good to me. Oh, to make it exciting, at least for me, Cindy
here is going to give me head. If I come in her mouth before you
finish, I'm going to nail your nipples to that board on the work
bench. If you finish first, her tits get nailed. Ingrid, keep count.
Wait. I got an idea... Which ever one of you that gets nailed gets to
choose one of the two pain pigs, to be nailed next to you. The other
one stays hanging. Oh, Ingrid, only lashes that hit the tits count."

Thank God I'm good at giving head. Mr. West sat down in the easy
chair on the edge of the room and opened his fly. I knelt down in front
of him. "You may start" he quietly said.
SMACK
SMACK
SMACK
SMACK

Oh my God, she's done 4 lashes and I haven't even started. I lean
forward and take his hard cock into my mouth.
SMACK
SMACK
SMACK
SMACK
I lick the head for a second then do my signature "all in one gulp"
deep throat move. I hold it for a few seconds
SMACK
SMACK
SMACK
SMACK
then rise up, licking the head of my owner's cock, then
SMACK
SMACK
SMACK
SMACK
go back down
SMACK
SMACK
SMACK
SMACK
I hold it for a second, swallowing to massage it with my throat then
come back up, then
SMACK
SMACK
SMACK
SMACK
back down then
SMACK
SMACK
SMACK
SMACK
Back up.
SMACK
SMACK
SMACK
SMACK

Back down
SMACK
SMACK
SMACK
SMACK
Back up
SMACK
SMACK
SMACK
SMACK
Suddenly he grabs my head as I start to go back down. Once I'm all
the way down, he holds me.
SMACK
SMACK
SMACK
SMACK
It's starting to get hard to breath. I swallow and try and breath
through my nose. He must have figured that out, because with the other
hand he pinches my nose shut. It's getting really hard to get a
breath... I'm starting to panic
SMACK
SMACK
SMACK
SMACK
He lets go, and I pull my head up, just as he starts to cum. I swallow
and pray that I did it in time.
SMACK
SMACK

Ingrid says in a loud voice "25 on each set of breasts"

Mr West says "Sonya, sorry you lost. Which pain slave do you want to
be your partner?"

Sonya breaths heavy for a second then spits out "Why don't you just
nail me and the new slut and leave the pigs hanging?"

Mr West looks down at me, then over at Sonya, "What ever. Works for
me. Ingrid, go get the hammer and 4 finishing nails out of the tool
drawer in the kitchen". Ingrid leaves. While she is gone, Sonya walks
over to the work bench and kneels down, so her tits are laying over the
wooden plank on the bench. Mr. West leads me over there as well, then
tell Sonya "Stand up. Need to do something first." He takes a
bottle off the bench and spills a little out of it in 4 spots on the
board, then takes a Popsicle stick and spreads it around. He then picks
up a spray bottle of something, then lifts up Sonya' tits and sprays
the under side of them. He does the same to mine. "Super glue and
accelerator. Don't want you moving while I nail you. OK, you first
Sonya. Put your tits on the board." She hesitates for a second, then
looks at him, as he reaches for his remote control hanging on his belt.
Sonya screws up her face, then kneels down, put her tits on the glue.
She give a couple of quick breaths, like something hurt her. "OK
Cindy, your turn". I turn and kneel down, so my tits are on the
plank. Suddenly I feel a fire under my tits, where the super glue is
reacting to the accelerator on the underside of my breasts. I let out a
"AHHHHHH". Mr. West sort of snickers and says "Seems Cindy
isn't the quite type.".

Ingrid comes into the room at this point. He takes the hammer and nails
from her, then walks to Sonya's side. He put three nails down on the
bench, then puts on in her left nipple. He taps it a few times with the
hammer, then drives it home with a pair of hard hits. Sonya sort of
jerks a bit, which makes the board pull from my tits, which hurts. He
picks up another nail and repeats the 2 taps, 2 hits thing on her right
nipple. It's my turn now.
He walks over to my side and hold the nail over my nipple. Instead of
doing the tap and whack thing like he did to Sonya, he just hits it
hard once. The pain is blinding, but rapidly subsides. He picks up the
last nail and does the same "Drive it home" thing with it. Again, a
brief burst of blinding pain.

"Well girls, I've got to run. Ingrid, stay in here and make sure no
one really hurts them self until I get back."

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Read more White Slave Act of 2000 stories at
http://www.darkeroticfiction.com

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