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Subject: {ASSM} A town dies, I get their women [BDSM, WSA2000, no sex, teen, satire]
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Admin note:This story is the first of the "Oklahoma Satire" series.  These
stories are based, loosely, on things that are really happening in the
state of Oklahoma.  All characters are fictional and do not reflect any
real world person.

   Read more WSA2000 stories at http://www.darkeroticfiction.com/

   I arrive at the shop, after being on a 3 week vacation.  There is a
school bus, with a large gorilla painted on the side of it, in the parking
lot.  Full of kids.  I look again, no, it's full of high school girls.  I
also notice that the rear door is chained shut.  There is also 2 police
cars in front, not Eastlake police either.  Odd.

   I walk in.  There are two police officers talking to one of the counter
girls.

   "Mr West?  These two officers would like to talk to you."

   The one with the captain bars turns to me.

   "Hi, I'm Captain Harpain, and this is Sergent Seaton, we're from the
Picher police force."

   "I see.  What can I do for you gentlemen?"

   "Well, it's sort of messed up.  Our town is, well, to put it mildly,
fucked up.  We got a major toxic waste dump under most of the town.  Lead,
arsenic, the whole shooting match.  Not a good place to raise a family, now
that the mines are closed down.  The Fed's and the state are buying us out.
The whole town is going to be shut down in a couple of years, so they can
deal with the Tar Creek fuck-up.  It's one of those "Super Fund" sites you
hear about on the news.  Any-who, as part of the buy out deal,
Representative Glenn include some language in the state bill that as part
of the what you call it, offset, well, all the women who are receiving
state aid and are under 35 are to be made into slaves.  This was subject to
local approval, of course.  When we voted on it last year, it passed,
passed big time.  Course, most of the people on relief don't vote, so,
there you have it.  Then the state courts held that state aid included
educational aid, and that meant all students.  Might not have passed if the
better off types knew it meant their daughters, but it's to late now.  Me
and the boys gathered up the school sluts this morning.  Well, that's not
really true, the school sluts were all knocked up, so what we got was the
'good girls', or the sluts that couldn't get knocked up.  Not to many 'good
girls' either, I don't think there is a virgin in the bus." He laughed.

   Sergent Seaton spoke up "Yeah, that's the truth.  Any time we got called
out to either a bar or the trailer parks, you could just about bet some
tramp would be asking to get fucked.  I think I've got 4 bastards now."

   Captain Harpain nodded "Got to be we had a roster of who's turn it was
to go to some type of calls.  Course, only the senior personal were allowed
to respond to high school calls."

   "So, your telling me you have a school bus full of high school girls
that are to be converted."

   "Yep, that's what I'm saying.  Got 39 girls, all that qualified.  There
will be another 50 or so later today, those being the ones on relief, that
can be converted, you know unemployed, welfare, rental help, that sort of
stuff.  My men are rounding them up now.  Should be here this afternoon,
say 3:30, 4."

   OK, my mind boggles a bit.  " You say this passed the local election a
year ago?  Why didn't all the eligible women or families with daughters
move out?

   "Money talks, my friend, money talks, and well, can't really say bull
shit walks, because they couldn't walk.  Part of the deal was that if a
eligible women moved out, after the vote, all their kin folk would not get
any buy out money.  And I do mean all their kin, they state lawyers types
said it was "up to 3 levels of separation", which means if a women moved
out, with out state say so, all her kin, up to 2nd cousins, would not get
their buy out money, but would still have to move out when they tore down
the town.  There were only about 3, maybe 5 women that didn't have kin in
town, or kin in law, so pretty much they weren't allowed to move.  Had a
bunch of them go out and get knocked up to not be convertible any more."

   Note to self.  Have one of the staff start paying more attention to what
the state house is doing.  This is the 3rd or 4th time I've been
blindsided. Better yet, put a slave on it.  If she misses something that
blindsides me, have her snuffed.  That should make for a more attentive
searcher.

   "OK, I think we work something out.  How do you want to be paid on
this?"

   Captain Harpain nodded "I thought we would work something out.  City
council says that they want to be paid by the head, at a rate of 600, per,
with you being responsible for the taxes"

   I checked my working capital.  I had enough to pay 600 per for the
estimated 90 women coming in today with out having to move funds around. 
This could work.  Due to the vacation that I, and most of the staff took,
we had plenty of space.

   "OK, I think we have a deal then" 

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