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Subject: {ASSM} Biker Bitches 1/10 [WSA2000, M+/f+, oral, snuff, BDSM, nc]
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This story is set in the White Slave Act of 2000 universe More stories
set in the WSA2000 universe can be found at
http://www.darkeroticfiction.com

Copyright 2006 DarkEroticFiction.com  All Rights Reserved
This story may be posted on web sites and on line forums as long as
this header remains intact and no changes are made to the text of the
story.

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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?"


=========
This story is set in the White Slave Act of 2000 universe More stories
set in the WSA2000 universe can be found at
http://www.darkeroticfiction.com

Copyright 2006 DarkEroticFiction.com  All Rights Reserved
This story may be posted on web sites and on line forums as long as
this header remains intact and no changes are made to the text of the
story.

=========

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