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SYNOPSIS

   This is a fantasy of a future society featuring indentured servitude and
legalized slavery.  It is a story of a man who has devoted his life to the
business of enslaving insolvent female debtors, and a young professional
woman who struggles to avoid becoming his next victim.

   STORY CODES: slavery, rape, non consensual, voyeurism, bondage, mind
control, M+/F.


   

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A 'Routine' Enslavement
by Falcon

If you enjoy this story or have comments please write author at 
dondaverse at yahoo dot com.  Your feedback will be much appreciated.


Chapter 19.   Some Who Would Heal

About two weeks after the meeting with Masterson things finally came to 
a head.  I had a meeting scheduled for 3 pm one afternoon at the offices 
of Richmond Slendabond where I knew I would be conferencing with 
Morgan Richmond, Stephanie's attorney and Stephanie herself.

But first I had promised my brother that I would pick up his boy Steven, a 
fourth-grader whose school would be letting out at 11:30 am today 
because of parent teacher conferences scheduled all this week.  I pulled 
into the parking lot of Steven's private elementary school a little before 
11:30 and waited for the kids to come out.  When it got to be 11:35 and 
no sign of the kids yet I realized there may have been some mistake 
about the time.  I parked and went into the school.  A helpful desk 
attendant spoke to me.

"Can I help you sir?"

"Yes", I replied, "I am here to pickup Steven Steelforth.  I understood his 
class would be letting out at 11:30."

"Actually they will be getting out at 12 noon.  Here, let me see ...  Steven 
is in Ms. Wilson's class in Room 104.  That is just ahead on the left sir.  If 
you would like you can go in the rear door of that room and quietly 
observe the class until the bell."

"Thank you.  I think I will do that", I said and walked up to the rear door of 
104.  I really didn't want to meet little Steven's teacher today since I knew 
this Ms. Wilson in an entirely different way from only a few weeks ago.  
Yet there seemed little alternative but to do as the desk attendant had 
suggested and go to Room 104.

As I entered quietly I heard a softly familiar voice lecturing the students 
from the blackboard.  The beautiful woman up front had satisfied my 
impulses when I met her as a 'working girl' not so long ago.  She went by 
the name Sheila Brown then.  I felt embarrassed that I would soon be 
speaking to someone I had known intimately three weeks ago but now in 
an entirely different context and in the presence of my nephew.  I told 
myself that she had serviced a lot of customers before and since and 
probably would not remember me.  At least I hoped that would be the 
case.

Ms. Wilson was explaining the "Intelligentsia Driven Media" system, or 
IDM system, that Capitallia had enacted into law a few years after it's 
founding.  She was explaining that, unlike the old USA or the US 
Remnant of today, radio and TV broadcasting of news, entertainment and 
the arts in Capitallia was paid for entirely by subscription and not by 
advertising of beer, soap and other products.  Further that only certain 
people, the "best and the brightest" as she put it, were the paid 
subscribers for these services, while others got free access to many of 
the programs.  One little girl put her hand up.

"Why do we not have our radio and TV programs for free as they do in 
USR?" the little blonde in the second row asked.

"I am glad you asked, Emily.  It is because our leaders realized that letting 
beer and soap sales determine what programs would be broadcast led to 
a general lowering of standards in news reporting, in music and in 
entertainment programs.  Only programs that appealed to the 
overwhelming masses of people could get any time or space in the 
airwaves.  So the old USA and now the USR wound up with their TV sets 
dominated by silly game shows, reality shows, sitcoms and news shows 
that really did not report significant world or national events anymore.  All 
the space on the radio dials came to be taken up with hip-hop and gansta 
rap music, much of it violent and obscene.  There was no room in radio 
anymore for the best contemporary music let alone the best music of all 
time."

My nephew Steven had his hand up.

"So who are these 'intelligentsia' people who choose our programs now?" 
he asked.

"They are folks who show an interest in world history, world affairs and 
national affairs as well as in cultural things like drama, dance, classical 
music, ballet and opera. They show they are knowledgeable about these 
things by passing tests given every two years. They are also people who 
are successful enough in life that they can afford to buy subscriptions to 
our TV and radio stations.  The programming they express a desire to see 
is what gets shown on TV and heard on radio stations.  Other people get 
to see some but not all of these programs for free."

"But what about the others" Steven persisted "the ones who aren't so 
smart or don't know or care anything about world history or culture.  Don't 
they ever get to see the programs they want to see or hear their kind of 
music?"

"Good question, Steven.  Actually they do have two TV networks and two 
or three radio stations reserved for them.  They have to pay for a 
subscription to watch those TV stations or listen to their own radio 
stations, so many of those folks who can't afford a subscription just listen 
to the free music on the Intelligentsia Networks.  As a result the common 
people in this country are learning to like better quality music than most of 
the people in USR today."

"It is almost time to end today, so let me give you your homework 
assignment.  I want you all to run Internet searches on your home 
computers on the key words "Intelligentsia Driven Media".  You will find a 
lot more material on what we covered today.  I want each of you to bring 
in something you found to share with the class tomorrow.  Class 
dismissed."

I went forward to collect little Steven, hoping she would not notice me.  I 
kept my head down.

"Hello Mr. Steelforth", she called out brightly. "I assume you are Steven's 
uncle."

I looked in her direction.  Something in her voice and facial expression 
told me that she did remember me from that night three weeks ago.  I saw 
her face coloring just a bit, even as I felt my own face coloring.

"Yes, Ms. Wilson", I replied.  "My brother asked me to pick him up today.  
It certainly looks like you have an interesting lesson plan for today."

"I try, Mr. Steelforth, I try.  Sometimes a teacher in my position has to put 
forth a bit of extra effort just to stay ahead of things, if you catch my drift!"

"I can surely appreciate that, Ms. Wilson.  I know that teacher salaries 
haven't always been as high as they should be."

Hopefully she and I were communicating on a level that would go well 
above little Steven's head.  He didn't seem to be following this exchange 
too intently.  I noticed that by now all the other kids had left the 
classroom.  Just then she raised her voice a bit and looked directly at 
him.

"Steven, I wonder if you could do me a really big favor?"

"Sure Ms. Wilson.  What is it?"

"I have attendance reports for this week that I promised to get to the 
principal's office by noon today.  Do you think you could take them up to 
the second floor office and give them to the secretary there?"

She handed him an envelope that he eagerly took and he was on his 
way.  I suspected she had invented this errand for him because she 
wanted a private word with me.  We found ourselves alone and it was an 
awkward moment at first.

"Mr. Steelforth, what we did three weeks ago ... you understand I hope 
that is another life that I try to keep entirely separate from my work here 
as an elementary school teacher.  No one connected with the school, 
except you, knows about my 'other line of work'.  I hope you will be 
discreet since it could jeopardize my position here if my principal knew of 
that life.

"You have nothing to worry about from me.  I can see you are an 
excellent teacher and I am the very soul of discretion."

"Thank you.  I read the review you posted online about our little sex 
encounter and I must thank you for that as well!  As you can well imagine 
not all the Johns ... I mean clients, take the time to do a review of a paid 
sex encounter.  Now all the guys down on Fourth Street that look me up 
under my working name will see that you gave 'Sheila Brown' a good 
rating and that I was - how did you put it - 'very pneumatic'!  That should 
be good for my business down there!"

"I felt I owed that to you after the fine ride you gave me.  I didn't really 
expect to get so much from a casual street transaction."

"I get pleasure from giving my clients pleasure, Mr. Steelforth.  It isn't just 
'another day, another dollar' you know."

"I believe you Sheila ... I mean Ms. Wilson."

"There is a favor I would like to ask you Bill, if I may call you that.  I have 
applied for a part-time position as a sex surrogate with a sex-surrogate 
agency.  In that job I will be working under the supervision of qualified sex 
therapists who help men with problems of sexual dysfunction.  My job will 
be to act as a sex partner and sex technique teacher for these men who 
are practicing new techniques they are learning in therapy.  Perhaps you 
can appreciate that I would find that more satisfying than just turning 
tricks down on Fourth Street!"

"I can indeed.  It would seem an excellent way to combine your natural 
teaching skills with the sex knowledge you have undoubtedly picked up in 
your other work.  But what was the favor you wanted from me, Ms. 
Wilson?"

"Call me Sherri please!  I need a reference.  I need someone who can 
write a letter for me that will speak to both my teaching ability and my 
level of sexual skill.  You have experienced my sexual skills.  After 
reading that review you wrote about me I think you might be the person 
ideally qualified to give me the letter of reference I need."

"Would you want me to do this using my actual name of Bill Steelforth?"

"I would prefer it that way.  You don't have to say that your sex with me 
was a prostitution transaction.  You could speak as just a friend who had 
a sexual liaison with me and is also familiar with my classroom teaching 
skills.  You are well known in this town for your own profession Bill, so 
that your endorsement would carry some weight.  I know you are not 
married, so what difference would it make if you admitted, in your letter of 
reference, to having had sex with me?"

I swallowed hard and hesitated for a moment.  Then I thought why not go 
for it.  She was right.  What difference did it make since I wasn't married 
or in any committed relationship at present?  

"I will do this for you Ms. Wilson ... I mean Sherri.  Just tell me who I am 
to write to."

"Here is all the information."  She passed me an envelope just as little 
Steven returned from his errand to the principal's office.

She smiled and waved as I escorted him out of the classroom.

On the way to his home he had a question for me.

"Uncle Bill, do you like Ms. Wilson?"

"Yes I do, Steven.  Very much."

"Last week she was teaching us about slavery ... I mean how some 
people are made into slaves to punish them for doing bad things to 
others.  Isn't that what you do Uncle Bill?"

"That is the work I have been doing for the last 20 years, Steven.  Did Ms. 
Wilson explain why we punish people in that way?"

"Yeah - she said down south in the USR they don't make people be 
slaves.  They just lock them up in little cages for 10 or 20 years, or 
sometimes for the rest of their lives.  She said what we do in Capitallia is 
better because it is more humane and also the slaves pay for their own 
food, housing and medicines by working for others in the community.  
She said that is better than making the taxpayers pay for all that and 
treating human beings like animals in cages."

"She taught you well my little man."

After I dropped Steven at his home, I found myself driving out to 
Richmond Slendabond's offices, on a beautiful fall day, to meet with 
Morgan Richmond and attorney Green. I was ushered into Morgan's large 
walnut paneled office on the top floor.  Green was already there and 
extended his hand in greeting.

"Bill Steelforth, we meet again!"

"I think we all know each other here, so no need for any further 
introductions", Morgan said.

A coffee service tray was already there and I helped myself to a cup.  
Soon thereafter a conservatively dressed secretary ushered in Stephanie.  
She was wearing a rather short skirt, a top that bared her arms and her 
midriff, and rather elegant high heels.  She just stood there nervously, 
taking the three of us in with a rather surprised look.

"Hello Ms. Glenn, I hope your journey today was a comfortable one", 
Morgan warmly greeted her.  "I think you will recognize the other two 
gentlemen with me."

She nodded with a confused look.  I am sure she wondered what had 
brought this strange collection of people together on this occasion.  She 
balanced uncertainly putting her weight mostly on one foot, then the 
other.  Then I saw her reaching to undo the zipper at the side of her short 
skirt.  Evidently it was part of her slave training to immediately undress in 
front of her masters.  Morgan walked over to her and gently touched her 
bare arm.

"That will not be necessary Stephanie.  We did not bring you here to treat 
you like a slave.  You are our guest today.  Please have a seat."  

"Thank you Mr. Richmond", she replied.

He waved her to the best chair in the room and inquired if she took cream 
in her coffee.  He proceeded to make the coffee and presented it to her.  
She was clearly not used to being waited on.

"I am afraid we have brought you here today under somewhat false 
pretenses" Morgan began.  "We told the people at Masterson that we 
wanted you back here for 3 weeks additional training to make you a better 
slave.  Actually that was a ruse to get you out of their custody and control 
for a while.  Our actual purpose is to see if we can't win back your 
freedom!  Why don't you begin Michael?"

"Ms. Glenn, I am afraid I must begin with an apology", her lawyer said 
with sadness in his voice I had never heard before.  "You depended on 
me for your defense and I, weighed down with too many other cases, did 
not do my homework.    Bill Steelforth here has uncovered evidence that 
you were wrongfully enslaved by means of fraudulent documents 
detailing non-existent debts.  Morgan Richmond, whom you have just 
met, had his people look into those documents and discovered that the 
phony debts were owed to two dummy corporations called JR Finance 
Company and DJ Leasing Ltd.  Morgan's people also discovered that 
these two companies were owned in part by Tom Jenkins and Jeff 
Duncan, but that each of these companies also had a silent shareholder, 
owning the majority of shares, whose name could not be determined from 
the registration records because he always acted anonymously through 
an attorney.  We are going to try to discover who this silent partner may 
be.  We suspect it is either someone over at Masterson Automotive that is 
higher up than Duncan or Jenkins, or that it is a very well heeled outsider.

"When I learned of the considerable evidence that you were framed", Mr. 
Green continued, "I wrote a letter to Greg Masterson.

"Why Greg Masterson?"  She asked.

"Because he is the owner of the company that now owns you", Mr. Green 
continued.  "Both Bill and Morgan tell me they believe he is an honest 
businessman.  I wanted to see if there could be an easy way out of all 
this.  I confronted him in my letter with the fact I had evidence that at least 
two of his employees had fabricated debts against you for the purpose of 
having you enslaved.  I told him that I was prepared to move forward with 
a "Wrongful Enslavement Petition" and that I might also prefer charges 
with the public prosecutor against two Masterson employees.  I hinted 
that perhaps we could come to some more 'amicable' arrangement."

"About a week later I got a response to my letter.  In essence he says he 
had no idea any of his employees were involved in any conspiracy or that 
they had fabricated any documents.  He regrets any injustice that may 
have happened and is offering to set you free without asking any price for 
that.  He is also offering startup money to get you back on your feet and 
pay your first year's citizenship tax."

"Sounds too good to be true", she said. "What's the catch?"

"His only condition was that we agree not to pursue any criminal charges 
against any of his employees."

"That is not acceptable", she struggled to find her voice and stood up.  
"These men have ruined my life and subjected me to untold humiliations.  
I want justice!"

"I understand your feelings in the matter", Green continued, "but speaking 
as your attorney I would advise you to take the deal.  You would be free, 
living independently, a citizen, and free to practice your profession again."

"On the other hand if we go to jury trial to win your freedom the outcome 
is quite uncertain.   Jurors are reluctant to damage the reputation of 
businesses of good repute that are also major employers in the city.  
Another thing to consider is that, if you win your freedom, you will need 
someone to sponsor you, advance you startup living expenses, co-sign 
an apartment lease with you, approve any employment arrangement and 
generally act as a guarantor of your financial obligations.  Greg 
Masterson is willing to do all that for you.  Where else will you find such 
help?"

"Actually, right here!"  The deep voice of Morgan Richmond chimed in.  "I 
feel I have some responsibility for Miss Glenn's misfortunes since my firm 
was an unwitting participant in her enslavement and in her slave training.  
I owe the young lady something.  I will advance trial costs, and if she wins 
I will act as her first year sponsor and advance her startup living 
expenses."

I saw Stephanie look to me to see what my attitude would be.  I gave her 
what I hoped was a kind smile and she smiled back indicating that was all 
she needed to know.  I admired her courage and desire to pursue justice 
and approved of Mr. Richmond's offer.

"I accept your offer, Mr. Richmond!" Stephanie replied.

"Then I will let Mr. Masterson know his offer is rejected and begin the 
necessary lawsuit" Green remarked.  

"There is something else that is weighing on me", Stephanie continued.  
"This is pretty embarrassing but just yesterday, before I was brought over 
here, I was forced to pose for some pictures with my fellow slaves.  A 
magazine called "Slavery Today" was doing a story on professional 
slavery in the workplace, and they wanted to spice it up by taking some 
photos of actual professionals who had been enslaved and were now 
practicing their professions while in bondage."

"Why is that such a problem?" Green asked.

"Well these pictures were ... well they were of us slaves being made to  
... you know ...perform sex acts on each other", Stephanie was coloring 
and I could see tears starting to form in her eyes.

"In some of the photos I was made to suck on the penis of one of the 
male slaves.  They call that being a 'fluffer' so the male will be erect when 
they take his photos."

"You don't have to explain, Stephanie", I said as I placed my hand on her 
shoulder to comfort her.  "I think we all know what a fluffer does."

"They told us these photos will be published along with our personal 
stories in two weeks time.  People all over Capitallia, including my friends 
and former neighbors, will be reading our intimate interviews and looking 
at these humiliating photos that were taken of us.  Not only that but, if I 
ever get my freedom back, how am I supposed to face a job interview 
with an employer who has probably seen me naked in that magazine with 
my legs spread wide open?"

"Taking photos of naked slaves performing sex acts", Green jumped in, 
"and publishing them in a magazine is not illegal.  However, under the 
circumstances, since we will be fling a lawsuit arguing that you were 
never properly enslaved in the first place, I think it might be possible that I 
could get a judge to stop that publication for the immediate future with a 
'Temporary Restraining Order' until we establish whether or not you were 
falsely enslaved."

"Please Mr. Green, I will be so grateful if you can stop that publication."

"I know I probably shouldn't push my good luck too far.  But there is one 
other thing I hope you gentleman can help with", she said.  "One of my 
fellow slaves at Masterson was also unjustly enslaved.  He is an 
economist by the name of Edgar Miller."  

Stephanie related quite a remarkable story that this man had told her 
about how he had been enslaved to discredit him when he tried to be a 
whistleblower at his former bank.  I wasn't sure what to think.  It sounded 
a bit fantastic.

"At this point you have only his word that he was the victim of anything.  
And even if he is a victim, what are you suggesting we do about it Ms. 
Glenn?"  Mr. Richmond wanted to know.

"Well, I thought for starters maybe there was some way you could make 
contact with the people at Maxim's who did his slave training?  They 
could corroborate his story - that is if they are willing to talk openly about 
it."

"Actually I know Roger Maxim pretty well ...".   There was a pregnant 
pause.  "He is a competitor, but I suppose it couldn't hurt anything for me 
to give him a call and see what I can find out about this 'Edgar' person.

"Mr. Green, if the story checks out, would you be willing to make contact 
with the attorney who defended Edgar at his trial?  Maybe you and he 
could work together and present a joint wrongful enslavement case with 
both Edgar and I named as plaintiffs?"

"I would be willing to make a call Stephanie, but the chances we could 
bring a joint action are pretty remote.  After all we don't really have a 
common link between your two cases at this point."

"Surely there would be common legal issues - the fact that both cases 
involve a miss-application of enslavement law and that new ground might 
have to be broken by raising novel legal arguments?  You two attorneys 
could share the expense of the research into these things, couldn't you?"

"It is a long shot, but I will make the call if Morgan finds his story checks 
out."
 
With that the meeting had accomplished its purpose, we all shook hands 
on it, and went our separate ways.  Morgan had indicated that he would 
keep Stephanie safe until the Court date.


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