Cassandra stood on the edge of her university's park that stood in the middle of the campus. Dorms and facilities were arranged around it. And by the fountain Cassandra found herself handing out pamplets. "Come on guys boundoggle can not be allowed to continue enslaving a generation of innocent citizens!" She said flustered as she saw more people walk past her. Cassandra was becoming flustered. She spotted Jana, a blonde friend of hers who was the women's basketball team. "Jana!" She called out.
"Not now Sandra." She said looking at her, almost with pity. She sighed and paused, signaling her friends to keep walking. "I'm sorry Sandra, but I'm not coming to your little group's slideshow on how to take down Boundoggle, Acquisition Inc, Damsel Sellers, Auction Conglomerate, and any other big slaver groups."
"How can everyone be so apathetic to these monsters that want to enslave women for a profit!" Cassandra replied frustrated. Jana shook her head.
"I am not disagreeing with you Sandra." She said softly. "The fact is millions make billions from the new slave trade. I've read the math. 500 girls are enslaved every day. That's over 182,000 a year. We both know that is a lot. But there's what, almost 400 million people in our nation. And there is about ten million slaves. That means that only a bit over two percent of the population is slaves. For everyone else the benefits are large."
"Yes but it is not right!" Cassandra replied back under her breath but sharply. "Women used for pleasure, to fill strip clubs. Or if they're lucky become employees at restaurants or hotel chains, working eighty hour weeks."
The blonde girl held up her hands. "Again I think its wrong. But the slavers give favors to everyone in power or even anyone who could be voted into power. And anyone wealthy enough to gather influence buys protection from the state. They have nothing to worry about."
"Like you and your family." Cassandra replied. Jana bit her lip.
"That hurts Sandy."
"I'm sorry Jana. Its just. We have to do something. We can push for expanded safezones. These pervs make extra money selling videos of them grabbing high school girls getting off the bus!" Cassandra replied.
"If they're the legal age and outside the school safezone then they're fair game." Jana said with a shrug. "Yes I've seen your websites. Expand safezones, put in a maximum quota, protect students, expand exempt professions to more academic fields."
Cassandra's almond shaped eyes were wide with surprise and she stuttered for a moment. "Well- thank you Jana its nice to know that site got some hits. Its just everyone walks past. Men and women. I guess men dont really have to worry. I think one is enslaved for every ten-thousand of us." She rolled her eyes.
"Lets face it I know there's some athletes you wouldn't mind getting sold to and having to lay in their lap with a collar around your neck wearing lingerie." Jana replied with a smirk. Cassandra covered her mouth a giggled.
"Well, I am in the middle of a little dry spell. But I'll just go to the local bar if I need to. Until then." She held up a flyer.
"You're only nineteen, you can't drink anyways." Jana said rolling her eyes and looking at the flyer. "Speaking of which Sandra have you bought protection?"
"No." Cassandra replied. "Its half a million for each person." She said softly. "Can't have your source of merchandise protect themselves." She said her pretty eyes narrowing.
"Just be careful Sandy." Jana replied. "People like Boundoggle aren't fond of pretty exotic teen college students campaigning against them on large California campuses. Don't want to make yourself a target."
"I have every right." Cassandra replied. She held up a hand. "But yes. They never admit to targeting abolitionists, that would be bad press. But I have seen girls in other circles disappear. I always make sure to stay in safe zones."
"Just be carefully Sandra." Jana said, walking off to catch up with her friends. As Cassandra watched her walk off Cassandra shuddered. At nineteen, the college sophomore was exactly the type Boundoggle or their like would love to 'acquire'. Her Indian father and Mexican mother had left her a magnificent blend of exotic beauty. Her light caramel brown skin was soft and desirable. Her body was an hourglass, with a sexy midsection, and round bottom and admirable chest. Her bust and rear were not off the charts, but that was a plus, she was proportioned, and her good sized breasts and shapely rear went perfect with a toned body that included muscular legs and a strong core gained from hours in the gym and running. She put her long dark hair into a pony tail. It was silky, a dark brown color with lighter streaks throughout and even a couple of violet streaks dyed in. She currently wore jean shorts and a t-shirt. And in the distance a watcher snapped a photo and sent it across the country to one of Boundoggle's best employees.
******
James smiled as he walked back into his house and saw a woman holding a small child. "And how is my son today." He said giving his four year old son a kiss on the head as he smiled.
"He is getting better at swimming everyday." The woman holding him said with a smile. She was hispanic, with rich brown skin and dark hair. She was in her lower thirties, but make up and vitamins had her looking ten years younger. Her athletic body was fit and her skin was smooth. She wore jeans and a black tank top.
"Good. Thank you for swimming with him Alexa." James said with a smile. Him and Alexa had been close friends since high school, and he had always admired her amazing form. They had good chemistry. Under other circumstances they likely would have married; however Alexa had been enslaved as one of the first slaves captured by Boundoggle. James' father, a former cop who had joined Boundoggle, had purchased Alexa as a graduation gift for him. Over the years James had given Alexa more and more privileges, and they had had a child together.
"Chase is a great swimmer for his age." Alexa said as her drowsy son closed his eyes and laid his head on her shoulder. "So you still taking me out to dinner tonight?" She asked her pretty brown eyes twinkling.
"Sure, but you are going to have to wear this new collar I bought you." James replied smirking.
"Obviously." Alexa said quickly nodding her head to their son. James wanted to slap himself. To his son James and Andrea were a normal mother and wife, he kept Alexa's slavery, and any mention of it, out of his life.
"Yeah, yeah. I also bought you a new dress." James said smiling and caressing her shoulder.
"Midriff barring Im sure." Alexa replied rolling her eyes.
"Oh and navel barring as well." He said chuckling. "But yes you'll love it. Their chicken is amazing."
"Oh good." She said smiling. "Well sounds like a-"
"Master?" A voice said. Alexa and James turned to see Julietta standing in the doorway. The Puerto Rican teen stood in the doorway, wearing pink lingerie, as James' fourth slave girl she had very few privileges. She had been picked by James after winning a competition Boundoggle held during Spring Break. The brown skin girl held her eyes downward. James snapped his fingers and motioned for her to leave.
"Here, I'll go check up on her." She said handing her sleeping son to James. "You put her through the ringer last night." She rolled her eyes. "And James, please don't say spilled coffee was why you flogged and paddled her belly with your buddies. It wasn't necessary."
"My sla- you and her can share stories of your first months with me. But lets not debate this now." He say walking away. He was expecting a arrival later. An intern you could say.
Alexa went into the room as James walked off. The teen latina stood facing forward, her silky brown skin on display in her pink lingerie. Alexa felt bad for the poor girl. "Hey Julie. What is it you need?" She asked smiling.
She shuddered. "I heard Master return home, as ordered I came to see if he needed anything." She said softly as Alexa rubbed her hands on her bruised belly.
"Still sore?" She asked. Julie gulped and nodded.
"I- yes its still sore. Please tell master I'm sorry. I didn't spill the coffee on purpose like he thinks I did. Please I'll make sure it doesn't-" Alexa held up a hand.
"I'll talk to James. Its okay, things happen."
Meanwhile James set his son down and smiled as he scurried off to play in his room. As he stood back up he heard the doorbell ring. Smiling he went over a opened the door. "Amy!" He said with a grin as he hugged his niece.
"How you doing today James!" She said hugging him back. She smiled as she walked into the house. At twenty years old she walked in. Her light brown hair following down her shoulders. Her body was toned as her workout program required her to be strong and have good endurance. By all accounts most men would call her attractive, with sun kissed skin and green eyes.
"Good. You excited to start working next week?" James asked still grinning.
"Of course." Amy replied smiling. "Its good to no longer be an intern having to move around twenty girls at once." James nodded. Amy had been an intern at Boundoggle for the last couple of years. She had scored well on her reviews and James knew she was getting a full time position at the company. It was nice for her as it protected her from enslavement of course, but it also paid very well.
"So what position did you receive?" James asked as she sat down on a couch in his living room. He sat on a lazyboy chair across from her as Sarah walked up to him. The brown skin slaved girl was of turkish descent. She wore a brown bikini top and daisy dukes.
"Would you or Mistress Amy like anything to drink Master?" She asked giving a kind of curtsy to the James and Amy.
"No no, Sarah. Amy is still a few months away." He said winking, Amy rolled her eyes. "Go see if Andrea needs assistance on any projects." James said rubbing Sarah's thigh. Sarah nodded, her shoulder length raven hair hanging around her eyes.
"Of course master." She nodded and walked off.
"So whats the position?" James asked again smiling.
"Trainer." Amy said absolutely beaming. James grinned in return. "Yes it is what I wanted. Being a hunter could be fun but this way I know where my target is and I know how to break them into obedient slaves." James nodded again. "And its a second stage trainer." Amy added. Boundoggle trained slaves for about a month before auction. The first two weeks were usually spent in groups of about 20 and they were trained by a head trainer and a few assistants. Then they would be split up into groups of three to five for more hands on training. Of course trouble makers would occasionally need to be trained one on one.
"So you get to have an intern yourself to help you train a few girls into product ready to auction huh." James said leaning the chair back.
"Yep. And the pay is great. And I have the highest scores in my class when it comes to discipline." She said smiling. James smirked as his phone vibrated. He looked at it and looked at Amy before smiling. "What?" She asked.
"Nothing. Just good timing. Seems like I have to go on a little trip and pick up a target." James replied standing.
"How far?" Amy asked.
"Cross country."
"Cross country?" Amy replied surprised.
"Yeah its a high priority catch." James replied typing a message in his phone. He looked at Amy and smiled. "And unlike you I have the experience to back up my skill. They want on of the best on this catch." He said walking forward and patting Amy's shoulder.
"Well best of luck." She replied. James nodded.
"Andrea! I have some news."
*****
Cassandra continued to pump her arms as she ran through the forest. The park had many trails run through the hills near her college. The half mexican, half indian teen enjoyed the fresh air as her powerful legs propelled her down the trail. She wiped a trickle of sweat from her midsection. She wore a sports bra and tight spandex shorts, she had carefully planned out her path. The park was a maze of trails, some of them were safezones, some were not; and she was indeed paranoid about staying in the safezones.
"Nice cool day." She said pausing as a split in the trees gave her a nice view of a small valley in the distance. It was a mostly sunny fall day. Cool, with a few clouds dotting the blue sky. She took a deep breath as she put her hands on her hips. Suddenly she heard a voice in the distance.
"Anyone here! Need some help!" A woman was calling out. Cassandra started jogging towards the voice. Soon she turned onto a trail and saw a blonde haired woman. She wore sweatpants and a grey tanktop. "Oh thank god." She said, relief washing all over her face.
"Do you need help?" Cassandra asked not noticing anything wrong with her.
"My husband tripped, I think his ankle is broken." She said taking a deep breath and doubling over. "Im not cut out for this much running. He's about a mile that way. Can you help me, even leaning I cant lift him out."
"Of course." Cassandra replied.
"Thanks." The woman said with a sharp, almost predatory smile. "This way." She said turning around. They walked for a few minuets as the woman caught her breath. Eventually she held out her hand. "The name is Joanna." The blonde haired woman said.
"Cassandra." She replied shaking her hand. She couldn't help but notice how strong her grip was. They continued walking for a few more minuets.
"What do you do?" Joanna asked.
"Im a college student near here." She replied smiling. "Im studying pre-med. Im also on the soccer team, and on my free time I am part of my campus' Abolitionists group."
"Abolitionist huh?" Joanna asked.
"Yes Cassandra replied. I cant believe these big corporations are enslaving us. But only around two percent of people are enslaved. Mostly women of course." Joanna nodded as Cassandra's face became angry. "But they hold the power. I want to fight in order to save our generation from these corporations enslavement. Turning us into a commodity. With luck we'll start a movement not even those in power can ignore."
"Well said." A man's voice said. Cassandra turned and saw a man standing between trees. It was a service road that connected to the trail, and behind him looked to be a van. The man was well built and around six feet tall. His skin had a light tan and he wore sunglasses. "Miss Ruiz I presume." A knot formed in Cassandra's stomach. "Such a noble girl."
"How- do you know my name?" Cassandra asked, her mouth becoming dry.
"Oh you know just the usual research we do on a target?" The man replied. "Good job Joanna." He paused. "My name is James, I work for Boundoggle."
"No you don't this trail-" Cassandra paused and wanted to faint. Joanna had lead her onto a trail that was outside the safezone. The two adults smirked as Cassandra slightly trembled in fear.
"Now Miss Ruiz, as an agent of Boundoggle I am illegally enslaving you for boundoggle." Cassandra could barely hear him with her heart pumping so loud she heard it in her ears. She instinctively turned to run. Joanna had been waiting for this and swept her legs out from under here. She hit the pebbles with an 'oomph', James meanwhile didn't lose a beat. "All your rights as a free woman are now forfeit. You are now legally the property of the Boundoggle Corp until your sale at auction." Sandra found herself in a daze on the ground, her panic paralyzing her movements and her thoughts, she looked up and saw the man, she swore she had seen him before in her past.
"Im not a slave!" She mumbled, trying to find the fire inside her belly but instead only felt a pit.
"You wont be saying that after your training." The man said picking her up and forcing her arms behind her. It was at this point where she started to scream and fight, trying to push backwards, the man ignored her as he pushed her forward with ease, making divots in the gravel. She felt herself forced against the back of the van with a whimper.
"There will be freedom, you won't keep me chained!" She cried out as Joanna came over and put tight manacles around her wrists and elbows, forcing her arms locked behind her and forcing her chest out. "Don't you dare!" She cried as the man groped her smooth and sexy midriff.
She whimpered as she was pushed harder against the van. "I would be quiet if I were you." The man said, his hands moved up and groping her breasts through her sports bra, before moving down to her belly. "It is nice how the abolitionists we enslave are often incredibly sexy. Always knew you would make great merchandise." Sandra was confused by this, and she hated how her firm and round ass was pressed into the man's hip. "You want to open the door Jo?"
"Sure thing." She said opening the van door. Sandra felt herself tossed on the van floor face down. She gasped as her thigh was slapped by Joanna. "Poor girl. I heard you were incredibly smart but your good heart gets you enslaved." She shackled Sandra's ankles together as well as her knees; her legs were now like her arms forced tightly together. "Incredible body." Joanna muttered feeling her legs. "Good hearted but had to go an start being to loud with your abolitionism. And now sweet child the company is probably going to sell you to someone cruel, just to send message to our stockholders."
"It was the bed she's made." The man said groping her rear.
"You selfish, savage bastards!" Sandra cried out, angry and tear filled.
"Shhh," Joanna said pulling back her hair as James proceeded to put a small red ball gag into her mouth. It was small and her mouth fit around it. But it silenced her without causing nearly as much mouth pain.
"Mpph-donpmhphph-nopmhph! Mphhhhph!" She yelled into her gag, now struggling like a bronco. James just enjoyed the caramel skin.
"This should be fun to watch. As long as she can train her right." He said smirking at Joanna. "Wish I could start the training now, but the boss wants her trained only by her, at first at least." Sandra was to angry and desperate to listen as she struggled. She screamed in her gag as the man straddled her and lifted her body up. He felt up her midsection as he forced a cloth over her face. Her eyes were angry as tears rolled down her cheeks, she continued to struggle until she finally drifted into unconsciousness.
"Great body and looks." Joanna said looking down at the gorgeous nineteen year old college sophomore in her sports bra and spandex shorts.
"Just make sure she stays unconscious. Dont need her waking up and struggling so hard that she vomits and chokes."
"Of course, she'll get to the training safely." Joanna said with a smile enjoying the sight of the girl's bound and tight body.
*
Amy enjoyed her new uniform, a simple collard shirt and her favorite pair of jeans, but the shirt had the Boundoggle Corp logo on it, as well as having a 'YT' on each shoulder in yellow. She put her long brunette hair in a pony tail and smiled as she walked by a pair of guards that leisurely sat next to one of the main doors to a training area.
"Hello Amy, congratulations." One of the men said, he looked at her out of the corner of her eye. Her petite frame had been built upon by hours in the gym and training with Boundoggle. Firm muscles had replaced her soft body and an amazing rear made her attractive to many. The men were more respectful in their looks that the girls kept locked up in the training facility, but she knew that under different circumstances they would have no problem enjoying seeing her with a collar around her throat.
"Thank you." She said swiping her card and entering a code into the keypad before walking through." Unfortunately for them, she not only had family ties, but also had value to the company. The guards still enjoyed the view of her walking away. With her head held high she walked by many locked rooms, she knew behind those doors were girls locked up, enduring the training the company forced them through in order to become a saleable product. She passed other trainers as well, some young like her, some older.
"Ah Amy, congratulations." A tall and stern looking woman said. She was in her fifties, but advancements in technology had her looking like she was in her upper thirties. She was known for being one of the best trainers in the company, and especially in the southeast.
"Misses Knight. Thank you, how are you today?" She asked with a smile and nod.
"Just waiting for my slaves to bring me my morning coffee. Though they are with me less currently. I have a pair of high profile slaves that I am training." She said.
"Oh that sounds fun. I was just assigned just one slave for my first job." Amy replied.
Misses Knight nodded. "Good idea."
"How are these two slaves?" Amy asked.
"Sisters actually. Puerto Rican, great bodies, were submissive in training but had a hiccup. I am rectifying that. Their bellies will be sore for days, but in the end they will sell high. The company has had both of them on their watchlist for quite a while, they will sale quite highly.
"Sounds great. Thank you for the congrats Misses Knight." Amy said walking away. "And best of luck to your training."
Misses Knight almost never smiled, and she didn't here, but one could tell she was suppressing a smirk. "Oh I'm not the one you need to be wishing luck too."
Amy continued walking, she saw some trainers shuffling about preparing for the day. Being so close to South Beach the training facilities outside were often warm enough for training, if not too warm. She read the one page document handed to here. It had info on the slave she would need to train. 19, had received no training yet, but she was expected to show she could train a slave girl from start to finish. She walked into a secure room. "Abolitionist on your college campus huh? Well that explains why youre here." She smiled looking at the girl in front of her. Her ankles were shackled to the floor, her arms were bound behind here with a chain connecting her wrist to her ankles. She was stripped, and her brown body looked lovely to Amy. Though she was not sure if she was latina, or indian, or even italian or arab. "All you need to know about me is that I am your trainer. Many female trainers prefer the term mistress. But here I am your master, and you will respect me as such." She walked over to the poor girl, she had a hood on her head. She unbuckled it and pulled it off in one swift motion. "Sandy!"
*
"This is actually a good plan Boss." James said. Behind each of his shoulders was Lee and Joanna.
"Should be a good test for your niece. If she can train her closest childhood friend she can train anyone. And I doubt this girl will be trained easily, so a good challenge regardless." Their boss replied.
"Ill make sure Amy pulls through. But for now just observing should work." James replied with a shrug.
"Oh that will be fun no doubt." Joanna said with a small smile.
*
Amy couldn't believe it. She was stunned for a moment. Before her was a gorgeous face, one of her closest childhood friend. Growing up her and Sandra was inseparable. They played sports together, went to school together, went swimming together. Through high school they stayed tight. However Sandra grew more and more displeased with the return of slavery. She wanted it to end, especially when Alejandra, the captain of their soccer team was snatched the day after her 18th birthday right in front of them as they played on the local field for fun. Sandra was enraged and Amy and her other friends had to hold her back as the petite girl was stripped and bound right in front of them, taken away to a place where Amy still had no idea of. Sandra started being more and more vocal after that. Amy meanwhile had family ties to Boundoggle and while at the time not a fan of the company, was not against them. Then she was offered an internship with the company, through her uncle. As an intern she was almost fully guaranteed protection from enslavement, but there was an unspoken agreement not to enslave the people the the company wanted to turn into employees. Sandra was furious and felt betrayed. Amy still convinced her to hang out with her, just like old times, but she hated companies like Boundoggle. Sandra meeting her uncle after the event with Alejandra didn't help. Some of his comments infuriated her further. Slowly she found excuses not to hang out as much, and their last couple of years found them drifting apart. There was only a brief hug after graduation, and she had heard nothing of her college career. She knew she was going cross country but that wasn't from her. Amy meanwhile continued on her new career path with not zeal but determination. She felt bad for the girls she was going to train, she knew under different circumstances, that could of very easily have come about, she could of been in their places. But now she saw what was once her best friend in front of her, bound, with a slave collar around her neck.
"Mmmph! Ammmmeeeph!" Amy's eyes were still wide, she wasn't stupid, quite the opposite. She knew this was set up on purpose, to test her resolve. She sent her hand across Cassandra's face. Sandra's breasts heaved in surprise and fright, and now her eyes were wide as well.
"You do not speak without permission from your master. Which right now is me." She said taking the flogger off her hip. "Next time it will hurt more. Do you understand?" Amy said harshly, though if a hint of uncertainty and nervousness.
"Mmph." Sandra muttered into her gag. Amy didn't pay attention or demand a nod as she unclasped her ballgag and tossed it to the floor. "Amy please its me Sandra! You have to help me you cant really be on their sid- ahhhhh!" Amy with a swing of her arm sent the flog against her side, sending stinging pain between her ribs and waist on her right side. "Amy!"
"I said you will not speak without permission!" Amy said flicking the flog again.
"Stop! Stop! Amy we were best friends growing up, you have to help me!" Amy turned her back as she went over to the wall and picked up a stick. "Amy? No wait-ahhhhhhhhhh!" Amy stuck the stick into her stomach and pressed it into her midriff. With a button press electrical shocks were sent through her body, she screamed as Amy yelled for her to be silent.
"Listen Sandra, you. Are. A. Slave now!" She said bending over and grabbing the smooth face of her brown skinned friend. "Guess what, it is my job to train you now so that you can be sold." Amy was running on pure adrenaline as a flurry of emotions built up behind her. "Now will you please follow all my orders so I don't have to hurt you!" Amy was breathing hard as she stared at the exotic girl in front of her, her almond eyes watering.
"Im not a slave Amy." Sandra said timidly, she gulped. "I won't break, I wont be merchandise for these bastards." She had tears on her cheeks but she remained defiant. Amy shook her head and walked over. Her arms stayed bound but she unlatched her legs. "What are you doing?" She asked as Amy lifted her up and dragged her sleeping limbs over to a hook. She almost squealed as she was lifted up to where she only had the balls of her feet on the ground.
"Im going to train you Sandra. The sooner you accept this the better." She went and picked up a menacing looking whip. "I would appreciate it if you accepted it. I'm sorry, but you will be broken." There was a crack and a scream, followed by more.
-
Amy walked out of the room. Behind her Sandra still hung in the same position. Her head hung, stinging marks covered he body as she had withstood the whipping for over half an hour before she felt herself becoming delirious and fainting. Amy at that point regagged her and turned to leave the room. She walked at a fast pace towards the employee lounge. The complex was extremely large and she had to climb up to the second story. The complex was built on an artificial hill as the water table did not allow them to build a basement, instead they dug into the fake hill and the first floor was actually the second.
"What the hell!" She said opening the door. The lounge was pretty large, though it wasn't designed as a cafeteria or for dozens to be in it at once. Instead it was a place for some employees to relax. A TV hung in a corner and an asian looking girl wearing white stockings and lingerie carried soft drinks and snacks around on a tray. She handed a soda to her Uncle who sat on the coach with five other people in the room.
"Hello Amy." He said with a small hint of a smirk. He leaned forward and placed his drink on the table. "Can everyone but Lee and Joanna give us some space please?" He said, his fellow slavers nodded as they walked out of the room. "You too Angel." He said smacking the thigh of the slave girl, she nodded and quickly walked out of the room, though through a different exit. He leaned back as Amy still stood near the entrance. "I'm guessing you have figured out what my mission was?" He said placing his hands behind his head.
"You set me up! I've worked hard to get this job and now you setting up this psychological crap on me!" Amy was furious. "What's next, that hot babysitter I had when I was grounded at thirteen!"
"Miss Guiterez was actually enslaved three years ago right before her college graduation and sold to some place called the Screaming Senorita." He said, Amy almost had her jaw drop but instead just rolled her eyes, wasn't shocked that he had checked in on her.
"Are you ignoring what I just-" James held up a hand.
"Amy, Amy. This was a test that was set up in order to prove you could deal with the moral conundrum of ensla-"
"I just said I know this is psychological bs!" Amy replied harshly. "I'm pissed off that you set it up like this. Are you serious! Go enslave my best childhood friend just to see if I could go through with it. Really youre just rifling through my history in order to come up with tests!"
"Amy, don't worry we aren't enslaving your best friends in order to test you. Actually once you build up any form of repertoire you will be able to get limited and unofficial protection for some of your best friends. Honestly Sandra already had the attention of the company with all of her abolitionist talk at her college." James patted the couch. "Come and sit down and you can vent." Amy replied by sitting down on a nearby pool table and crossing her arms.
"So instead of trusting what they saw from me for years. What got me the job. You and management decide to play games instead of just letting me focus on training new merchandise." She shook her head. "Can't say Im happy."
"We all have to deal with tests Amy." Joanna replied. "I was sent out to enslave my best friend's sister. Was told to do it in secret so she wouldn't know it was me. Was still emotional."
"And now all you have to do to past the test is to break her." James said shrugging. Amy hopped off the pool table and paced back and forth.
"Is this even a test or do you just want me to make an abolitionist suffer?" Amy replied scowling. "I'll break her but I don't feel like having you and others watching my every move. I'll do this my way. And I will be successful, regardless of what you want to interfere with." James meanwhile just nodded at Lee. He stood up and walked over to Amy, backing her up into the wall. "What the hell are you doing!" She said as he pushed her waist into the wall and grabbed her thigh.
"Amy I am assuming you aren't comfortable with that position." James said crossing his arms.
"No shit!" Amy said pushing unsuccessfully against a smirking Lee, who hand moved his hands higher.
"Just keep this in mind, it would be very wise to not piss off management. They can screw you over, and you should have an idea what the results of that would be." He nodded again at Lee who took his hands off of Amy. "Now you can go and break Sandra however your little heart desires. But you better get it done, and please for your sake never declare that you will go against management. Like I said that would be a very poor career and life choice." He turned to walk out of the room, Lee followed. Joanna stopped behind them.
"You talk about psychological bs, remember you can actually use that as well."
-
Amy lifted the towel off of Sandra's head. "Now what is my name slave?" She asked. Sandra coughed and gasped for air for a moment. Water soaked her dark hair and had be sprayed all over her body.
"Master! Your name is master!" She continued to cough.
"Good. Glad to see we have finally made some progressed. She placed the towel back on her face.
"No don't!" She yelled before Amy turned the water back on. Her bound body laid on a table, a facet above her spewed out ice cold water onto her head. Her body bucked and struggled for against her bonds. Amy had come back to find Sandra still lucid, she had woken her up and strapped her onto the cold hard table. It had only taken twenty minuets of this to convince her to refer to her old friend as 'master'. Now she was just reinforcing the lesson of Sandra's position, and how she needed to act during her training. Eventually Amy turned off the water and removed the towel. "I called you master, why did you do that!"
Amy sighed. "To reinforce that I control you; completely. And now that you've spoken out of turn it seems you need another couple of rounds of this."
"No please I'm sorry dont!" Amy ignored her as she put the towel back on and let the icy water flow again. Sandra coughed as well as shivered as the water chilled her, the facet was wide and the splashing and her struggles left much of her body, and all of her upper body soaked.
A few moments later Amy removed the facet and walked over with a catoninetails in one hand and an electroshock stick in the other. "Now Sandra what am I?" She asked.
Sandra's chest rose and fell as she gasped for breath and composed herself. "You are my master." She forced out.
"I don't think you really believe that but nice to see some progress." Amy replied tilting her head as she stood over Sandra. "Now what are you?"
Sandra gritted her teeth. "Boundoggle wrongfully claims that I am merchandise to be sold; a slave in other words." Amy sighed.
"All you had to do was accept that you were a slave and to tell me." She held up her hands. "Stick or Tails?"
"What?" Sandra asked exhausted.
"Pick your punishment." Amy said. "I'm being nice and letting you pick your punishment. Youre welcome. Now pick or I will use both."
"-Stick." Sandra said almost moaning. She thought it was a crop. "Ahhhhhh-ohgahhhoww!" She screeched out as a hot electric shock struck her belly. Amy ran the stick up each side of her ribs then up and down her legs before pushing it hard into her diaphragm. Sandra sputtered and groaned between screams. Just as she thought she was going to pass out Amy stopped.
"Now, what are you?"
"Amy please?" She begged whimpering. "I'm not a slave. Please help me."
"Wrong answer and you didn't call me master. Guess I half to use both of these now."
"No, no, Master. Listen you know you don't have to do this!" Sandra begged. "Listen just ahhhhgh-" She cried out as the thin catoninetails came down on her sexy belly and midsection. It spread from her waist, all over her belly, to her ribs. Stinging pain shot through her. "Naaahhhhhhohh!" She cried out panting. "No wait don't!" She yelled out as the electric stick was turned on. It was slowly ran up and down her legs, making them lock up and shake in pain, as another flick of the wrist led to more pain in her midsection.
"Now what are you?" Amy asked again, standing over Sandra. Sandra was exhausted and was gasping for air. She pulled feebly at the strong and thick rubber cuffs on her wrists and ankles that held her down. "Well?" Amy asked lightly running the tips of the catoninetails on her quivering belly that burned from the strikes.
"Master, please, I am a girl, not property. Its not right for boundoggle to sell me." She begged. Her dark hair was plastered around her, drenched in sweat that shone on her body.
"Wrong answer. Stick or Whip?" Amy asked.
"No please, please. Its me, Sandra."
"Both again I guess." Amy said sending the the tails back onto her stinging belly.
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"You seem tired Amy?" A female voice said. Amy looked up, she had been looking down at the table, massaging her temples. Sitting down across from her was a sweet girl named Nina. She was of indian descent, and her parents had moved from the UK when she was young, she still had a bit of an adorable accent. Her raven hair was curled around her gorgeous face, her skin was a similar shade of brown to Sandra, if a shade or two darker.
"Just my first job." Amy replied putting on a smile.
"Oh yes I heard you had received a training position, congratulations." She said, she might as well had pearls for teeth.
"Yes, thanks." Amy replied poking at her food while Nina are a salad. "You will probably be offered a job here soon." She added smiling. Nina was a few years younger than her, she was an intern at Boundoggle until she graduated, with the hope to get a job afterwards.
"I would certainly hope so." Nina replied. "It would be a help in my life. Still why do you seem down?" She asked.
"Oh because my Uncle and probably some pricks in management decided to enslave my best childhood friend in order to both test how I would react and to eliminate a girl who simply protested in her college's park." Amy replied with a fake perky voice. Nina's eyes went wide in surprise. "Oh and now I have to break her, except that she refuses to break." Amy shook her head.
"I'm so sorry. What did you have to do?" Nina asked adjusting her blazer and skirt.
"Oh I had to whip her and shock her. Eventually I said enough and shocked her until she passed out. I'm only going to train with her for a couple more hours after this. She's going to need rest after what she endured today."
Nina actually shivered. "I can imagine. I couldn't imagine being a trainer. Thinking of those poor girls, and the training- regimen. I couldn't stomach that." She said poking at her salad as she lost her appetite.
"No offense but I'm surprised youre here as an intern at all. You don't seem to be a fan of the enslavement laws." Amy replied.
"No offense taken." She shrugged. "I rather not face enslavement. I was extremely young when the slave laws were passed. Not a fan though yes. But I got this internship at a job fair at my school. There was a boundoggle employee there, handsome actually, but I swear he was sizing me up as though he wanted to get all my information and just plot for when he could enslave me. But then within his earshot a teacher bragged about my math and science scores. Next day a letter arrived in my mailbox. I got offered an internship."
"I hear you have high scores." Amy replied beaming at her friend.
Nina rolled her eyes. "Yes scores for accounting and working on the computer systems. Im good with numbers in my head and everything else comes easy. Still though I would love to be offered a job when I graduating in a couple of years." She smiled. "Good thing our scores isn't based on fitness like yours, I'm not nearly as strong."
"Oh come now Nina you have a slim frame but I've seen you in the gym putting on some lean mean physique. Dont get mad at me peeking but you've been hitting the squats havent you!" Nina giggled and blushed as she covered her face. "Besides you have a good looking body, I remember youre on a sport team, what was it?"
"I'm on my school's swim team when its not summer time obviously. I was all American my sophomore year, trying to get back to it."
"I'm sure you will Nina." Amy replied.
"Thanks. My dad use to swim back when he went to school in Britain." Nina replied.
"Really!" Amy thought for a moment. "Does Boundoggle have a large presence in the UK. I know Europe and Russia have their own slave laws, some variations of course in certain requirements and when someone can be enslaved. Still I know we have some offices."
Nina shivered again before nodding. "Ye- yes I remember seeing some Boundoggle captures. They were always considered to have more action that the rather coy European slavers. The Royal Enslaving Service and British Slavers Inc were the largest two groups. Though Wolfsruldle had a good sized presence as well.
"Oh thanks for the info." Amy replied smiling.
"Nina!" A voice called out. Amy and Nina looked to see man waving her over. Amy recognized him as the head of Nina's relatively small department. Amy called him Tom, he was young to lead the department at only thirty-two, but he seemed destined to be a high ranking member of the company. He light brown hair was neatly combed forward and he square jaw matched a muscular frame that could still be seen through his suit.
"Have to go. Can you get this?" Nina said pointing to her tray. Amy nodded. "Thanks." Nina said smiling. She walked away, she looked good in her business attire and her hips naturally swayed. Tom smiled as she walked over. He gave her instructions for a moment and the teen nodded before following him into another room. Amy sighed as she put up the trays and walked out. She saw an intern putting up her tray, a young redhead, with a perky body similar to Nina. Though she might of been even more developed and was well on her way to having a rocking body.
"Are you done for now?" Amy asked. The girl nodded. "Then please follow me." They walked at a brisk pace as Amy visited a storage room and went into a clothing trunk. "What department are you an intern for?" Amy asked.
"Transportation Miss Amy." She replied. She was dressed similarly to Amy with a collard shirt and jeans.
"Want to transfer to training and help me with a slave?" Amy asked still walking. "Much less boring than helping unload newly acquired merchandise from trucks I assure you."
"I- I can help out Miss Amy." he replied. Amy nodded.
"Good." She said opening the door. Sandra was still passed out. Amy brought the faucet back over and turned it on, Sandra coughed and woke up as the icy water shocked her body. "Unshackle her, she's too tired to fight back. Not that she would attack me, her best friend."
"I thought you were, master." Sandra whispered back, her aching body shuddering. The girl unlocked her ankles and wrists.
"Hush slave." Amy replied. She nodded towards the girl. "This is Emily, she's an intern that will be assisting me." Amy tossed her a firm crop. "Now." She tossed pieces of fabric at Sandra. It was a pair of lacy white bra and panties, a thong actually. "This is a gift, one that hasn't been earned or deserved, truly an act of kindness from me. Now put it on." Sandra looked up with her tired almond eyes and put on the bra that was strapless, as well as the thong. The white fabric contrasted nicely with her lovely brown skin. "Good, now you can very easily avoid any pain here. I have an hour before I head home. Simply all you have to do is to practice different postures and positions. I will show you pictures to follow, literally all you have to do is sit or stand a certain way; for however long I want. Emily here will make her belly and legs even more red than I have already made them if you mess up. Right Emily? You see a flaw your crop will let her know."
"Understood Miss Amy."
"Good, let us begin."
An hour later Amy found herself driving home. She had placed a exhausted but still resistant Sandra into a small cage. As punishment for not accepting that she was a slave she had left her in a loose hogtie and placed on her side to sleep.
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"I'm surprised you accepted my invitation to drive you to work today." James said as they drove to the Boundoggle facility. Amy shrugged.
"You can probably tell by my eyes that I am still furious at this stunt you pulled. But it saves gas money, and I'm sure there is stuff you want to talk about." Amy muttered as James' truck drove along.
"Listen Sandra was going to get enslaved by the company. At least she has a chance to be trained by a friend before she's sent into hell."
"What!" Amy replied looking at her Uncle.
"The company wants to make a statement to the stockholders. Some are worried about the growth of abolitionism on college campuses. We are going to sell her to a company that makes popular bdsm films using slaves. She'll be given their harshest treatment. I'm sure they'll sale nicely, but it will also affirm to our stockholders that we are capable of dealing with this threat."
"Uncle James, me and Sandra became estranged- but we still grew up as twins pretty much. I will make her a slave, but you want to make her life one of torture. I've seen what those companies do, every week its days straight of pain and screaming so some piece of trash can buy the video. Please look at her. Athletes, Millionaires, Billionaires, Ambassadors. You can make much more money selling her to someone who wants a pretty piece of merchandise."
"The company makes billions Amy." James replied. "Management rather send a message." Amy gulped.
"Is there a way to change their mind?" Amy asked. James shrugged.
"If Sandra can make herself appear to be an A plus grade slave. We could sell her for over a hundred thousand. She is A plus in looks but an F is submissiveness and every other behavioral trait. We could only put her up for auction at fifty grand." Amy shivered this time, her stomach felt sick for the rest of the ride.
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Amy walked into the room, unlocking Sandra's cage and pulling her out before Emily could even close and lock the door behind her. She released Sandra from her hogtie. "Up!" Amy demanded. "Now!" She yelled as Sandra was slow to react. Sandra groaned as Amy picked up a crop and smacked her hard in her ribs. Sandra whimpered as she desperately struggled to her feet.
"Please master! My body, It hurts to stretch out to fast." The caramel skinned girl begged.
"I'll stretch you out on a rack if you don't hurry slave!" Amy snapped back. Sandra struggled to her feet, eventually reaching it but being unsteady. "Emily! Chow!" She demanded. The younger intern walked over with a bowl of Slavechow. Amy unlocked Sandra's cuffs from behind her back. "Now Sandra." Amy said placing a spoon in Sandra's hand. "I assume you are very hungry. You have ten minuets; don't make yourself sick. I am being very kind letting you feed yourself, with silverware no less! Though lets face it, you have no energy or strength to fight." She stared at Sandra as she took the spoon and started to eat. The gruel almost made her gag at first but she was so hungry that she forced the bad tasting but nutrient efficient paste down her throat. "You'll get use to the taste eventually."
"Do you need anything Miss Amy." Emily asked, Amy looked over her shoulder at the redhead with the good looking body.
"No not yet." She said taking the bowl from Sandra. "I just have to explain something to Sandra right now." She suddenly took Sandra's wrists and latched them together before attaching them to a wench. With a press of a button Sandra once again hung from the ceiling with only her toes touching the ground.
"Please Master." Sandra grunted. Amy walked up, reaching up to straighten the back of Sandra's strapless white bra she had been given.
"Sandy, you studied the modern slave trade well." She looked up to her childhood friend. "I bet you have looked into the fetish industry, more specifically the bdsm studios that use slaves for their more extreme videos." Sandra didn't respond, but she could tell her body stiffened. "Answer me now."
"I have seen a few videos of those monsters torturing girls for profit- master." She muttered through half gritted teeth.
"I should punish you for having gritted teeth." Amy said waving her hand. "However I want to tell you something much more important. This is my job, this is why I am breaking you. But I have not forgotten our friendship, our childhood."
"Then Amy why are you doing-" Amy blindly sent a backhand into Sandra's belly.
"Remember your place slave! I am trying to save you. You are property of boundoggle now, a slave. For your sake just accept it. Because I have been told that you are going to be sold to one of those 'monsters' you are disgusted by." Amy shrugged. "They disgust me as well if we are being blunt. However as an old friend I want to save you, and to do that is convince you to save yourself. You have the ability. Your indian and mexican heritage gives you an exotic blend. Boundoggle gives your attractiveness an A plus. Pure beauty can only get a girl an A Minus. But your athletic activities and health pushes you up. However since you refuse to break your price is low. If you would push yourself into becoming the best and obedient slave you could be you could force your price so high that the company would have no choice but put you up for auction. You are much more likely to be purchased by some rich man- or woman- looking for a simple, though beautiful, slave. Those film companies wont pay that high for what they see as a mere prop." Amy turned.
"Emily bring me a glass of water." She said looking as the ginger haired girl put her medium red ginger hair into a ponytail.
"Yes Miss Amy." She said turning on a sink and filling a glass of water. She handed it to Amy.
"Drink." Amy commanded Sandra. She poured it until the glass was empty. "Now, do we have an understanding Sandy?" She asked calmly.
Sandra looked at Amy, her eyes filling with tears as she blinked. "I'm sorry Amy, I won't break."
Amy sighed. "Hand me the bull whip Emily." She felt it placed in her hand. "Then I will have to save you myself." She said snapping the whip in the air with a crack. "This is going to hurt, just remember that for once a slave can make it end as soon as she wants. Just submit and accept your position."
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Amy sighed as she walked down the hall. She turned her head as the ginger next to her started to speak. "I really admire you." The girl said. Amy looked at her an raised an eyebrow. "Really. You are a good employee but you still want to help your friend in the one way you can." She paused, that's admirable.
"Well- thank you." Amy said walking down the hall towards the cafeteria. Down the hall she squinted and saw her uncle walking down the hall with the boss of the complex. "Uncle James, Sir." She said to the two older men. As they walked towards them she swore she saw her uncle's eyes go wide in surprise before he quickly erased any unwanted emotion from his face.
"How are you today?" He uncle asked.
"What you mean you weren't watching this time." Amy replied sarcastically.
"Come now Amy. We understand you are upset but lets not be snarky." Her uncle replied.
"I am trying to break Sandra. You said if I can get her an A plus overall you would put her up at general auction." Her uncle looked at the Boss, who shrugged slightly.
"It is a possibility." The boss replied. "I have faith in you Amy. Miss Emily, I have heard high praise of you. You two will do fine; lets not hold you up any longer." The Boss said standing aside and holding out his arm. The two young ladies passed as James did a double take looking at Emily.
"Wait didn't I enslave that girl! Same name too." James said under his breath. "Was added to some black market auction."
"I know the girl you are referring too." The Boss said. "Sold to a biker gang to add to their clubhouse. Brutal, hope they act less so overtime if they hope to see her last. Poor girl doesn't have the meager protections of a slave sold on the legal auction block."
"Yeah that was her!" James said pointing as the ginger redhead turned the hallway corner.
"Not entirely." The Boss said with a wink. James was surprised by this. "You are one of our best employees, and I mean nation wide. I am sure you can keep some secrets." James nodded.
"Of course. How many pieces of merchandise have I collected for the black market, or are we going to ignore that latina cop that sold for over a hundred grand." James replied. His boss nodded.
"Well as you know Boundoggle had done a ton of research into other areas. Cosmetics and medicines to keep people looking decades younger. Gene therapy investment, and more. Well for the last decade and half or so we have worked on more- advance work." James just stared at him. "We identified children who were born with a set of genetic traits deemed desirable. And I don't just mean for auction, but for humanity. Genes that usually preceded high intelligence, athleticism, attractiveness, health."
"Doesn't seem shady at all." James retorted.
"You forgetting what are company does. No one is under any illusions that we are the bad guys. But this world is not a universe that makes sense, and indeed from outside the universe it shouldn't be taken seriously. But in it the rules are what they are and we profit. And yes we identified these newborns. And we gained access to DNA, and well; you can guess what came next."
Now James' face showed surprise. "Cloning! Are you serious! We have that ability and youre using it from the shadows!" His Boss held up his hands.
"It is an effort from many different companies in many different fields. But yes we made the first round of human clones. Gave them the same names usually, and set them up for adoption to families. Emily's family was originally in New England, her family moved her only a few years ago. Usually they are separated by thousands of miles. The families leaned toward approving and supporting the new slave trade and we made sure these children gained internships. Emily has been moved around multiple times to different departments, and she has commented on this."
"Why?" James asked.
"We have two dozen of these clones in internships, we want them to be set to be elite operatives of our company in multiple departments. In Emily's case the best case scenario is that we have a new elite operative for years to come."
"And what would the worse case be?" James asked thinking out loud.
"Then we have a piece of merchandise that will sell for at least between sixty and seventy grand."
"I see." James replied. "And where is she at right now?" James asked.
"Closer to the best case. Worst case isn't likely based on her genetics; the worse case is if she has an ideological shift. We envision two possible futures of this world that will allow out company to prosper."
"And they are?" James asked. His bossed walked up to him and wrapped an arm around his shoulders and gave him a light squeeze.
"You know James. You are in need of a promotion." They started working. "Your input of our plans would be most helpful."