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Subject: {ASSM} White Slave Act of 2000 - Jen's big day (bdsm,nc,snuff,oral,anal,tor)
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I wake up, feeling a mouth on my cock. Didn't feel quite "right"
so I looked down. It's not Ingrid. It's Jen. That's odd. I would
have sworn I left her locked up. I look over at Ingrid, how has a small
smile on her face and see the keys on the bedside table. That would
explain it. What ever. I lean back and let Jen finish. After a few more
minutes, I start to feel like I'm about to cum, so I reach down and
hold Jen's head down as a I blast into her mouth. After I finish, I
let go of her head. She lets my cock slip from her mouth and looks up
at me and says "Thank you master". I remember that she doesn't
know that she's not going to be snuffed today, at least that is
TCC's plan.

"Ingrid, please go get Sonya and the two porn slaves you and the
other girls picked out for today. Make sure they are all washed up and
ready to go. Meet me in the kitchen in 15 minutes."

Yes, Master, comes her reply. She rises up from the kneeling postion
she was in and heads out.

"Well, Jen, let's go make you some waffles"

I like waffles, Jen says, very softly.

"Yes, I know that's why we are having them today"

We make our way down to the kitchen, and after a few minutes, Ingrid
comes in leading Lucy, one of the red headed porn slave and Barbie, the
blond.
I'll go get Sonya now.
As she leaves Tracey and Belinda come into the kitchen. The look at Jen
sort of oddly After a few seconds Tracey goes Oh, yeah, todays the BBQ
at the club isn't it?.
She looks at the two stock slave and then asks "Why are these two in
here? Did the get made into house slaves as well?

No, they are going to the country club with Jen, Sonya and Ingrid. TCC
wants them

With that Jen says "The waffles are done. Who wants some?" and
starts serving them around.

Shortly after that Ingrid comes back in, leading Sonya on a leash, with
a ball gag in Sonya's mouth. I notice a red palm shaped mark on
Ingrid's face and note that the "needs recharge" LED is flashing
on Sonya's control collar. I pull out my palm pilot and check, and
sure enough, Sonya's collar has been triggered 4 times in the last
few minutes. I make a note to my self to increase the level that Ingrid
can deliver via her remote, and to change Sonya's battery right after
breakfast.

I just look at Ingrid and ask "So, have any problems?"

Ingrid replies "None that I couldn't deal with"

I shrug and say OK Finest kind then, figuring that if there is a
problem she will tell me about it some time.

The breakfast was, to say the least, awkward, with one slave not eating
because she was ball gagged, two not knowing what was going on, and two
thinking that they were watching Jen's last meal. Ingrid was, well,
subdued. The only slave that seemed to be "normal" was Jen.
"OK, let's get loaded up. Belinda, I've set the collars so that
y'all can go in the back yard. Take the stock slaves out for some sun
some time today, and make sure they get feed. The slave chow is in the
lower pantry. Tracey, please help Belinda with that, and you have been
chosen to clean the bathrooms. Ingrid, you are going with me to the
country club, but I want you to spend some time finding out about the
lawyer that seems to have found a new loophole, plus, if you have some
time, find out why Smithfield seems to be showing up so much in my
paperwork. You will find your tennis dress in the bed room. Please get
int and put it on. The rest of you, of course, are all going to the BBQ
naked."

Jen looked, well, hopefull. Sonya looked, well, pissed. The two ex-porn
stars just looked confused. Ingrid looked, well, like Ingrid does a lot
of the time, which is to say damn near impossible to read.

With that, the girls staying behind bustled off to do their chores, and
the rest of use loaded up into the SUV. After a 30 minute drive through
Eastlake, we find ourselves at the Eastlake Country Club. I pull up to
the tennis court area, then make a couple of adjustments via the palm
to Ingrid's collar's setting.
Don't go more than 1000 meters from this point, but go have fun.
I'll see you at the bar at say, 5:00PM

Ingrid gets out and walks into the tennis pro's shop with out a
backward glance, but with an over the shoulder wave. I noticed that she
gave some women, about her age, a hug as she entered the shop. Must
have been one of her old friends.

The rest of us drove over to the BBQ area.
As we drive over to the barbecue pit area, I notice that there is a lot
of activity going on. Some sort of tall tripod thing, a pair of Jessica
2000 spitting machines, and various posts and stocks being installed. I
park and get out of the SUV. A smartly dressed young woman comes
running up to me.
Mr. West? I'm Wendy Morris with the Torture Channel and I'm here to
help get the slaves ready for today's shooting. There has been a
slight change, in that we are going to do the teeth pulling as part of
a special next week instead of today. Is this the punishment slave?,
she said, while pointing at Sonya.

Yes, it is

OK, great. We'll take her over to the punishment spot. It was 100
lashes with a single tail and a pair of punishment brands, right?

Yeah, I think that was it.

OK, great. Boys, take this slave over and start prepping her. Be
careful, she bites!

Wendy turned and looked at Lucy and Barbie and went on Well, I know
Lucy and Barbie, and I can't begin to tell you how much I'm glad
that they are going to help out with the entertainment. There are a lot
of cocks that need to be sucked today

Lucy looked at her, and went "Didn't you used to work at Bright
Star? Yeah, you did. Your that director's assistant. Yeah, I'll bet
your glad to see us, you don't suck cock, or at least you think your
too good to."

Wendy looked her right in the eye and said "I guarantee you will see
me suck cock today. I guarantee it". There was something about the
way she said that statement that made Lucy and Barbie back down just a
hair. Wendy went on " Well, now that we've got that out of the
ways, why don't you two follows these boys over to where we are going
to put you so you can start sucking off any body that wants it.". As
the two ex-porn stars were lead away, Wendy turned to me and said
softly "I'm going to deep throat the man that pushes the kill
button on the J2K, once those two are on it.". After saying that she
turned to Jen, the last slave left with us and said, "Well, by
process of elimination, you must be Jen. Were going to chain you to a
post until the time comes. Would you please follow this gentleman?

After Jen was lead away, Wendy turned back to me and said, "Mr. and
Mrs. William, Jen's parents, would like to have a word with you,
could you follow me?

Wendy may have only been a production assistant at Bright Star, but she
sure seems to be a take charge sort of gal now...

I followed her over to the general area where the slaves had been lead,
where I saw Mr. Williams and a nude gagged slave waiting. As I got
closer I realized that the "slave" I saw standing next to Mr.
Williams was in fact Mrs. Williams.

Ah, Mr. West. Glad to see you! I've been talking with Ms. Morris here
and think she has a wonderful idea, both for today and for the New
Years day party. We will have those porn sluts done today, and Jen will
go back to your establishment to be tortured until the New Year. Along,
with Angelina here of course.

Ah, wait a minute, you want me to torture both your daughter and her
mother? Your wife?

Oh, Angelina isn't Jen's mother, her birth mother passed away 6
years ago. Angelina was Jen's babysitter at the time Dawn, my first
wife, was diagnosed with a brain tumor. Dawn thought she would be a
good replacement wife. Dawn also said not to keep her around if she
started to be a shrew or any thing like that, and that I could always
find another, what with the female surplus and all. Of course that was
before the White Slave Act was passed, so she didn't know about that,
but given what she told me, I figure I'm honoring her memory and
desires now. Any rate, I'll go ahead and sign her over to you now if
you want. If you don't want her, well, she can just go ride a spit
right now. Found out that she was all fired up about having Jen done
because she had seen the trust fund that Dawn had left for her. Thought
she could get it instead.

I looked him over, and said Well, I'll take her, but do you want to
buy Jen back? Make her a free woman?

Why would I want to do that? Your going to torture the pair of them on
national TV. Can't miss out on that

You know, once I start thinking this family isn't totally insane,
they have to go and prove that they are. Why do I get the weird ones?

Well, sounds like you've got a plan going on there. Let me go get the
papers and let's see what we can do here.
I walked backed to the SUV to get my portable office kit out. While I
was rummaging around in the storage area for it, I suddenly heard this
ear piercing scream. Sounded like Sonya. She must have just gotten her
first punishment brand. The fun must be starting up now. I found the
kit and went back down to see the fun. I got there and saw that they
had strung Sonya up in the center of the tripod I had seen earlier. I
could see a six to nine inch long mark on her left thigh, which must
have been the first brand. A sort of heavy set man, wearing a black
hood, leather pants but no shirt (i.e. the classic torturer's garb)
was standing next to her. As I watched, he reached down and pull
another brand from the small fire behind them. As he pushed it onto a
piece of paper, causing the paper to burst into flames, a pair of men,
wearing Country Club jackets, ran forward and held Sonya's right leg.
The torturer waved the brand around a bit to get the flaming paper off
of it, then advanced on Sonya and the men. He said something, which I
couldn't hear, then press the brand into her right thigh. She
screamed, if any thing louder than the first time. The fact that I was
a hundred or so yards closer this time may explain that effect,
however. I looked around the area where Sonya was being tortured. Lucy
and Barbie were on their knees, tied to short stakes directly in front
of Sonya. Each of them had a man standing in front of her, fucking her
face. There was a line of 4 or 5 men in front of each of them. Jen was
tied to a taller stake, and was facing Sonya and the porn stars.

I turned back to Mr. Williams and handed him the papers to sign his
wife over. I had made out a special set of papers, that in addition to
the standard enslavement papers, there was a set of papers that the new
slave was to be tortured "until called for", at which point she
would be re-sold to the seller or to an agreed upon third party. I had
made these out before hand, having sort of been warned by Wendy that
there may be some new torture slaves in the mix, but I didn't think
it would be his wife. After all the papers had been signed and stamped,
Angelina was lead away, over towards the torture area, where she was
tied to a post next to her step-daughter. Mr Williams turned to me and
said "Mr. West, now that we are done here, I think I'm going to get
me some of that red head you brought, before it's too late.. With
that, he head over and got into Lucy's line. I looked around and saw
Ms. Morris over by the beer wagon, and decided that I wanted to talk to
her for a bit. As I walked over towards her I heard the "snap"
single tail whip. After about 10 seconds I heard the 2nd. At that rate
it would take a little over 15 minutes to give her all 100 lashes.

So, Ms. Morris
Please, call me Wendy
Ok, Wendy then. How much control over the support staff of my shows do
I have?
Well, given the numbers your pulling in, quite a lot
Well, I want you to be the producer and my primary contact for the Miss
Oklahoma show
Why, thank you. I'll have to run it by the suites, but, I think we
can work something out there
Good. I want that.
Can I ask why
You may... Oh, you want me to tell you... Well, let's just say that
your a take charge, take no shit sort of woman, who, it seems, likes to
see selected sluts punished.
Well, lets just say that now days, women of my age come in two types,
slaves and mistresses. Given the choice, I'd rather be the slaver
than the slave. If that means I have to make sure that some other slut
gets hers, well, that's her problem, not mine.
So, no sense of sisterhood, I take it then?
Nope. Not a bit
Well, that's that then, let me get you a beer or cooler
An IPA please, if they have one.
Ah, a beer snob as well...

We sat back and listened and watched as Sonya got her 100 lashes. I
think she passed out a couple of times. I know they stopped and gave
her smelling salts twice, but I'm not sure if she passed fully out or
not. Once they finished Wendy turned to me and asked what I wanted them
to do with her. Hog tie her and toss her in the back of the SUV, please
Wendy got on her walk-talky and passed that info down to her crew.

One of the country club jacket wearing dudes came up to Wendy and I and
asked How long should we let the sluts suck cock before we put them on
the Jessica's?
Wendy replied That would be up to you. Tell you what, let's string
Jen and her step mom up and give them each 100 lashes, then spit the
sluts. The club man thought that was a wonderful idea and trotted back
over to where the girls were and started shouting order. In a very few
number of minutes they had Jen and Angelina hanging by their wrists
from the tripod, and a pair of whip holding men on either side of them.
One of the other jacket wearing guys had gone and spoken to the men
still in line to face fuck the porn slaves, and shortened the line to
be only 3 each. The men with the whips were really going after Jen and
her step mom, at a much faster rate than they did to Sonya, but it
still took a good 7 or 8 minute to finish. When they finished, they cut
them down, then re-tied them to the posts. Once they were in place, the
men untied Lucy and Barbie, then started man handling them towards the
J2K machines. Wendy went Oops, got to run. Got promise to keep. Need to
suck some cock.
With that she ran down to the machines that the ex-porn stars now soon
to be lunch meat slaves were being strapped into. I was too far away to
hear what she said, but I could tell she was saying something to the ex
Bright Star girls, then turned and dropped to her knees in front of the
man giving the orders to the crew putting them on the spitting
machines. After Lucy and Barbie were strapped in, and the man was
holding the kill switch in his hand, Wendy took his cock deep into her
mouth, then started pumping her head up and down on his cock. I could
tell he was really getting into it. After a minute or so He reached
down with the hand not holding the switch and held Wendy's head down,
and did the "hip thrust" thing you do when you cum deep in slut's
throat, then as he released her head, pushed the button.

About 45 seconds later, both ex-porn stars were, in fact, meat on a
stick. And as per normal, they didn't survive the experience. Wendy
walked back up to me I told them that they would see me suck cock. I
didn't say they would live out the day. By this time both of them
were over the coals and were starting to cook. Wendy asked Going to
stick around for dinner?
No, I don't think so. I don't normally eat human flesh. I know that
sounds weird given my job and all, but it's not something I really
do. Don't tell the slaves that, however
OK, will do. I'll have my people give you a call when we know about
the producer thing.
Well, I'll be off then

I went back up to the SUV and made sure that all three were under
control and in the back cargo area. I hopped in and drove over to the
tennis club house/bar. I parked and locked the truck, then entered the
bar. I saw Ingrid, slightly sweaty, like she had been playing a few
matches of tennis this afternoon talking to a woman who looked to be a
little younger than her self. I walked up and said Well, Sonya, Jen and
Jen's step mom Angelina are in the back of the SUV, ready to go back
to be tortured for a few months. Lucy and Barbie are over the coals.
How was your day?
"Sonya? I've got something for you to do. Something I think you
will like."

"Go away."

Sigh. I hit her with a low level zap. "Now that I have your
attention, listen to me. I want you to help me torture Jen and
Angelina. If you don't want to do that, I'm going to have you
snuffed. Now which is it?"

"You want me to torture the pig sluts? Really? This isn't some sort
of joke?"

"No, it's not. Your too wild to use any other way, and so far you
haven't broken. Granted I haven't really tried yet, but still. TCC
says that they would like to see you as my torture slave."

"What do I get out of it?"

Damn this girl was thick at times. "You get to live. It's simple.
Either you help me torture other slaves or you die. Slowly and
painfully. I'll be honest, you most likely are going to be snuffed on
camera sometime soon any way, but this does give you a chance at living
a little longer."

"Well, because you asked nice and all, I'll do it for you. When do
I start?"

"Right now. " With that I unhooked her from the chain that held her
in place, and hooked a lead to her collar. "Come with me."

We walked to the main torture room, where Jen and Angelina were already
hanging by their arms in the center of the room. The Bright Star slaves
were all chained to the walls facing Jen and her step mother. I walked
to the center of the room, picked up the chain attached to the O bolt
in the center of the room and attached it to Sonya's collar. She now
could move about 5 or 6 feet and was directly between the two hanging
slaves. I went over to Cathy, one of the red headed porn stars and un
hooked her, then attached my lead to her collar. I dragged her over to
my easy chair, where I had left a cat of nine tails.

"OK, here is the deal. Sonya, you are to flog Jen and Angelina while
Cathy here gives me head. You are to keep flogging them until I cum in
her mouth. To make things interesting, I've written down a number and
a time. The number is the number of lashes Sonya needs to have given
each of the slaves and the time is how long Cathy is to have sucked my
cock before I came. Which ever one is closer to her target at the end
doesn't get punished. The loser get the target number of lashes. Are
we clear here?"

Cathy looked up at me and asked "How do you compare a time vs a
number?"

"Each second over or under is equal to a lash. So if you go 15
seconds over and Sonya goes 10 lashes under, she is closer,
understand?"

Both of the slaves nodded agreement. I pointed over at the other two
Bright Star slaves, "OK, you two keep track of the lashes. I want you
to write down the number after I cum. If you don't have the same
number, you each get flogged as well. And no talking you two."

With that I sat down in the chair, picked up the stop watch and said
'Begin'.

Sonya started flogging at an incredible rate. She would soon tire at
the speed and I think she figured this out because after 30 or so
lashes in less than a minute, she slowed down and started a rather
methodical pace of flogging. Cathy took me deep into her throat and
then back out, then back down. For a former porn star she wasn't
really all that good at giving head. Granted she could take me all into
her throat, but there was very little suction or tongue action.
That's when it dawned on me, she was giving a porn blow job, which
looked good, but wasn't really designed to make the guy cum to fast.
This was going to be bad for her, because I had set the time rather
short, based on Ingrid's blow jobs and the number of lashes rather
high, because, well, I wanted to.

After 5 or 6 minutes, (and roughly 100 lashes or 50 each) I think she
decided to change tactics and started applying a lot of suction and
playing with my cock with her tongue. This did have the expected effect
and after about a minute of this I felt my self starting to cum. I
grabbed her head and held it down. As I blasted into her mouth I yelled
out "Sonya, stop!" and click the stop watch.

The two girls wrote down their count and passed it to me. They matched.
both had Sonya landing a total of 78 lashes on each of the slaves. The
target number was 100, so Sonya missed by 22. I opened the paper that
had the target number written on it and showed it to Sonya. She looked
a bit, well, scared. I tossed the paper at her feet and said
"That's OK. You are in good shape." I yanked Cathy up by the
chain lead attached to her collar and pulled her over to post on the
side of the room, where I fastened the chain, giving her about 6 inches
of play between the post and her collar. I opened the paper with the
time on it and showed it to her. "2 minutes, 45 seconds was the
target time. That's 305 seconds. Your actual time was 7 minutes, 12
seconds or 432 seconds. That means you missed by 127 seconds. Sonya, I
believe you can give her 100 lashes now."

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