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Subject: {ASSM} White Slave Act of 2000 - I sell of a herd of slaves (bsdm,nc)
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After the big event over at the country club, the three remaining
ex-porn star slaves were more than a little nervous. The fact that I
made them watch Jen and Angelica's daily torture shows probably
didn't help there either. Of course nervous slaves really wasn't my
problem right now. My problem was that I
1)Had to come up with a marketing plan to sell, at as high a profit as
possible, roughly 9 beauty queen runner ups a week for 22 weeks and

2)Make space for the said beauty queens. Right now I have a rather full
"stock" of slaves, what with Jen, Angelica, Sue , the Johnson trio,
Sonya, Belinda, Tracie and the 3 ex-Bright Star slaves. Ingrid really
didn't count in that, plus I really couldn't sell her with out more
paper work hassles than I wanted.

I could, in theory, move some of them into the "house slave" room,
but that has had problems in the past.
ring "Spellbook Slaves, this is Mike. Can I help you?"

"Yeah, Mike this is Fred with Deep Kiss Traders. You left me a
message about some vol-slave that wanted to be sold to me?"

"Yep, well you were her second choice, after 'The Lips Club'.
Granted you beat out Hill's, which was her number three choice.
Lip's says they don't want any new slaves right now and Hill's
never got back to me, which doesn't surprise me. They are getting out
of the live slave business, unless they have a live roast request. They
are getting CSN's daily output, which seems to be a lot of late."

"Sorry about being late in calling back, but I could sure stand to
buy her from you, if you still have her."

"Yeah, and her two step daughters, plus 4 other slaves..."

"$9,000 for the lot"

"What?"

"My idiot brother-in-law had a special on noose-sucks at his club
and, well, let's just say they are going to be have a lot of girl
buggers as the daily special for a while, and I need a bunch of suck
slaves real fast. You still got Belinda and Tracie? I'll make it
$12,000 if you toss in them as well."

Well, that would solve my over crowding issue. Too bad this didn't
count toward my profit and loss for the contest because, well, Belinda
and Tracie are the only ones I paid for. Looks like about $11,000
pre-tax profit. Beats a poke in the eye with a sharp stick.

"Works for me. Send your truck over with the papers to transfer
them."

"They will be there in a hour or so."

"Sound good."

After I hung up, I hit the intercom button "Ingrid, please get all
the slaves, other than Sonya, Jen, Angelica and your self, travel
collared and in the sales area". The squeal I heard from the outer
office tells me that the "zap" command I put on the intercom system
to go off when I let go of the 'talk' button was working. "Yes
Mr. West ahhh!" Yeah, the zap on release was working.

After 10 minutes or so, I look up at the monitor and see Ingrid hooking
up travel collars to all the slaves, but I didn't see Belinda or
Tracie. I typed a command into the system and watched Ingrid grab her
collar and drop to her knees. A long pulse level 5 shock will do that.
"I don't see Belinda or Tracie. Get them please". She stood up,
barely flinching from the "gentle" zap she got from the intercom
release and ran back into the house. A few minutes later she arrived
and started adding the two ex-house, now soon to be suck slaves to the
collar line. Shortly there after the slave truck from "Deep Kiss
Traders" arrived and I had a check for $12,000 and 9 fewer slaves.
Not a bad days work.

ring "Spellbook Slaves, this is Mike."

"Mike, this is Wendy with TCC. I've been watching you on the
monitor and we have a problem. You need to have at least one house
slave, because you are going to have a rental in two days. Unless you
thing Sonya is safe to go out again..."

"Crap. I didn't know that. Can you start giving me some notice on
that sort of thing?"

"Sorry, can't do that. It's part of the whole 'reality'
thing..."

"Ah, crap. Well, looks like I need to go down to the county sale
tomorrow, and see what they have."

"Sorry, but we really do need this rental show, it's part of a tie
in with another show."

"Damn, OK, OK, should have called you before I sold Belinda and
Tracie."

"No, you can't do that either. And we need to end this call fairly
soon, because we have the streaming video off line while this is going
on. This call didn't happen, if you understand."

"Yes Big Sister, I understand...."

"Bye Mike".

DING Damn. Now what? I started to page Ingrid, but remembered that she
was talking a shower, so I went to the door. I opened the door and
there was a slightly chunky blond girl standing there

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

Looks like I don't need to goto the county sale after all...
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