I'm sitting in my home office, looking over the rules for the "Miss America" channel contest I have gotten my self into. Looks like I'm going to have sell roughly 8 to 12 beauty queen wannabes a week, at a profit, to win this contest. There are worse things in life. I hear the "bing-bong" of the door of the public area, and hear Ingrid's voice talking to another women. After a moment, Ingrid sticks her head into my office. "Mr. West? There is a woman here, who, I think, wants to sell you her step daughters."

Well, let's go see what a modern day wicked step mother looks like.

What one looks like is as late 20's blond, it seems. I assume the two nude and gagged girls are the step daughters.

"Mr West, my name is Rhonda Johnson, I wish to sell these two into slavery."

"Well, Mrs. Johnson, there are some things we need to do first, but if they all come out, I'll be glad to buy them from you. Ingrid, would you take these two back to holding, and get the urine sample from them please? Run the standard test, and bring me the results. Store the samples as normal. Mrs. Johnson, would you follow me?"

With that, Ingrid lead the two girls off, and I head back to my office, with Rhonda following me.

"OK, Mrs. Johnson."

"Rhonda, please"

"OK, Rhonda, I need you to file this out, which is the standard enslavement papers, and I need a copy of your step daughters birth certificate, a copy of a current ID for each of them, plus copy of a current ID from you. "

She hands me over a packet, which has all the papers I listed "I looked it up on the web site before I came here."

I get out a piss test cup and hand it to her. "I also need a sample from you, as well." She takes the cup and goes into the bathroom off my office. While she is in there Ingrid comes in with the papers from the tests. "They aren't pregnant, but they are both higher than hell." As she said that, Rhonda came out of the bathroom "I'm not surprised they tested positive, there drug use is why I am selling them. They were warned." I take a look at the results and, yeah, with THC levels that high, they are in fact stoned to the gills right now. "Well, the law doesn't care about the new slave being high, just the seller." I take the sample of piss she gave me and drop 4 drops onto the slave testing card, which is a combo test that checks for drugs and pregnancy. After 30 seconds or so, all the test show as negative. While the test was running, I had entered Rhonda's SSN as well as the info on her two step-daughters into the State Slave Board's web site, and got back a "OK for sale".

"Well, Rhonda, it looks that every thing is in order. Now let's talk price."

Rhonda looked at me and said "Exactly when do they become enslaved?"

"When I give you payment and the receipt"

"And it's unbreakable?"

"Pretty much."

"Well, then I demand no less that an dollar. Each"

"You just want a dollar for each of them?"

"That is correct"

Ok, why do I get the weird ones. "What ever you say." I enter the amount into the web form, and print the receipt off. I open up the cash box and take out 2 dollars. "Here you go. It's been a pleasure doing business with you."

Rhonda takes the cash and papers, and puts them in her purse with out a word. She stands up and unzips her dress, then steps out of it. She wasn't wearing any underwear. "Oh, your not done doing business with me. I wish to volunteer to be enslaved."

Well, didn't expect that. "Well, I need a notarized statement to that effect, and I can't be the notary for that."

She picks up her purse and hands me a paper, it's the standard boilerplate volunteer statement, properly signed and stamped. "I told you I went to the Slave Board web site first".

I take out another SlaveTest and apply the 4 drops to it, because, well, I need the paper trail for her enslavement. I hand her a "Right of First Refusal" form. "This is to let you select up to three persons you want me to contact to see if they want to buy you first. There is no guarantee that any of the persons you select will end up as your new owner, however I will not sell you for 24 hours to any one other than the persons you indicate."

She takes the paper from me and fills it in and hands it back to me. I look at it, expecting to see her husbands name. Nope. "Lips Club", "Deep Kiss Traders" and "Hill's Fine Meat".

"Are you sure about this? You want me to call a blow job club, and if they don't want you, a slaver that specialize in selling oral sex slaves, and if he doesn't want you, to a meat packing plant? You know they only buy live slaves if they have a live spit roast order? Do you also know that most blow job slaves die with in 90 days? Some one will want to do the 'noose suck' thing with you and you will not make it."

"I know all that. At what point do I legally become a slave?"

"As soon as I enter you in the system" I click a few buttons on the State Slave Board web form. "You are now a slave, for what it's worth".

She looks up at the clock on the wall. "Good, before 3:00PM"

"Why does that mater?"

"Well, if I understand the law correctly, I can't be held accountable for the actions the free woman "Rhonda Johnson" now can I?"

"In general, yeah, unless the actions could in theory result in a death sentence, pretty much what ever you did, you 'got away with', if you call being enslaved for life getting away with something"

"Well, at 3:00 a fire bomb is going to go off at my former house. My ex-husband is on a business trip, with his "Secretary". He's going to come back and find his house, car, and boat in ashes. Plus the contents of all three of his safety deposit boxes. And, of course, his daughters and wife are gone. I told him I would ruin his life if he ever cheated on me. I think this should do it."

Like I said, some times I just got to say "What the Fuck?".



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 # 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 # 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.