The next morning Amy was up by six AM. Amy was still groggy as she made herself a cup of coffee.  Smiling she walked up the stairs, the light from the hall went across the body bound on the bed.  Amy felt her heartbeat and hereself wake up as she looked at the sleeping form of Emily.  The ginger girl still slept, bound and gagged; and no doubt exhausted from their games the previous night.  Amy had to admire her body.  Her flawless skin, her athletic legs and stomach, she wasn't busty but that didnt mean she wasnt that endowed; she would be called shapely.  Amy was certain about that.  No doubt she had been 'rocked' to bed the night before.  She turned on the lamp by the bed and sat down, massaging her sexy tummy.  "Wake up my sweet slave."  She whispered as Emily stirred.

"Mmmmph-hhhmmmmum."  She said stirring.  She opened her eyes and blinked as she looked around the room.  

"Come on we got to get you ready for work."  Amy said as she took out Emily's gag and poured a cup of water into her mouth.  She started with her muscular and shapely legs, she felt them up and down as she untied her knees and ankles.  Emily bent them back and forth as she tried to get the stiffness out.

"Oh I am cramped."  She muttered with a small yawn.  Amy hopped onto the bed, straddling her hips and she pinned her down on her pelvis.  She leaned forward on the half bound girl, digging her elbow uncomfortably into her diaphram as she cupped her chin in the hand.

"Shouldn't you be saying, 'Im cramped master'?"  She said turning her elbow back and forth, digging it in.

Emily closed her eyes and moaned.  "Yes, sorry Master."  She said.  Amy smiled and patted her tummy as she hopped off and started to untied her wrists from the headboard.  "So we can still do that?  Master."  She said looking out of the corner of her eye at Amy.

"What; you mean you roleplaying as my private slave and me being your cruel and strict master whenever we're in private?  I dont see why not."  She said with a smile as she looked down at the teen.  Emily blushed and couldn't stop herself from smiling as she showed some white teeth.  "Nice to see you happy."

"Bullwhip."

"Huh?"  Amy asked raising an eyebrow.

"Its uh- m biggest private fantasy of mine."  Amy finished untying her wrists and elbows.  Emily slowly sat up, groaning at the stiffness as she sat up and turned as she sat on the edge of the bed.  "You might of not been able to tell how full of an extent I was turned on by you smacking my belly last night."   She said smirking.  Amy just chuckled.

"Still sore I bet."  Amy said sitting on the bed, she wrapped an arm around Emily's waist and rubbed her stomach with her left hand, eventually she loved her skin so much she brought her right hand over and squeezed her chest.  "By the way, Im not reaching down there to take your little pleasure machine out."  Amy said laughing.

"Uuuuh-oh.  Um.  Yeah it was.  Well I've only been tied up once before- this great, amazing guy I dated.  But we had a mutual disagreement.  But- yeah, that was a fantasy fulfilled, and I certainly would not mind you treating me like any other slave in private my Master."  She said blushing, Amy blushed a bit as well.  "Yes however, my biggest fantasy is being mercilessly whipped by a bull whip.  Im certainly a masochist, and thats rarely used by even Boundoggle when they punish slaves.  I've only even seen a bullwhip once a Boundoggle!  When you whipped Sandra!  So yeah, please torture me."  Emily said leaning into Amy. Amy patted her side.

"Oh don't worry Ill get you a bull whip.  Those things are beyond pain though you realize?  I used that to try to break Sandra, she lost conciousness after twenty lashes!  And I wasn't even putting any elbow grease in it!"

"Come on, you should enjoy the thought of having me tied up a screaming in abhorrent agony.  Tears rolling down my face as you hear those screams behind my gag.  My body trembling in pain."  Emily bit her lip.

"Im sure I can be sadistic with you."  Amy said popping her thigh.  "You're all sore and need to definitely freshen up.  So go in your bathroom and take a shower while I make us some breakfast, we should be at work by 8:30."

"Of course master."  Emily said standing up a stretching, showing off her blossoming body as she walked off with an extra sway in her hips.

"That's a good slave."

-

Later that day Amy and Emily were dealing with a real slave.  As they had Sandra practicing the basics of being a slave.  She no longer needed to be disciplined; she still knew herself, remembered her time as Amy's best friend.  But she accepted her place as a slave now.  Emily and Amy meanwhile were able to act as though nothing had ever happened the previous night.  Amy looked up as the door opened to their training room.  "Sir."  She said as her boss walked in.  

"Miss Amy, Miss Emily."  He said with a smile.  He looked at Sandra.  "I am happy to see how far you've come with the merchandise."  He said looking at Sandra.  He had seen thousands of slave girls during his time at Boundoggle, at this point he wasn't even interested in staring at Sandra's body; though he did of course take note of it.  Her exotic skin and sexy and healthy figure had made her receive top marks on attractiveness.  

"Thank you sir."  Amy replied.  "Is there anything else you need to see?"  Amy asked almost smirking.  Her boss returned with a full smile.  

"No, no.  In fact I think I've found the perfect solution to my little conundrum."  He looked at Sandra.  "Come over here slave."  He ordered with a flick of his finger.  Sandra almost shuddered at being directly spoken too my Amy's boss.  She submissively walked over, her eyes cast downward.  Amy's Boss held out his hand and used a finger to lift up her chin, he nodded as he looked into her light brown eyes.  He ran a single finger up from the hem up her panties, up her smooth stomach, past her breasts and up her chin. Sandra was trained to keep her composure, and only a shiver escaped her body.  "Very well."  The Boss said.  He walked over to Amy.  "Miss Amy can you open the door please?"

"Yes sir."  The ginger replied as she walked over and opened the door.

"You see we were going to send a message to our stockholders by selling this lovely piece of merchandise to one of those- well lets just call it what it is.  Those perverted sadists that make videos."  Amy raised an eyebrow as a few people entered the room.  Their ages and looks varied but they were all well dressed.  "But you have put so much effort in training her, and you are correct in your assessment that she would be a waste to just sell for cheap.  Therefor we have decided to have an auction to sell Miss Ruiz exclusively to one of our stockholders, an ironic fate for this lovely abolitionist."

Amy nodded.  "Thank you sir."  She replied, her stomach having mixed emotions.  She was grateful to have spared her old friend from a life of torture, but it was still not easy to finally see her fate of being sold as nothing more than property.  

"I must say you have impressed us immensely with this accomplishment."  Her boss added.  "The auction is tomorrow night, but we figured our stockholders should be able to see the item before the auction.  We released a catalouge for her and a dozen and a half or so of our stockholders had a high interest in her."  Amy nodded as the well dressed crowd walked up to Sandra.  Her Boss smiled.  "Now ladies and gentlemen, you can inspect the merchandise, feel, ask me or her trainer's questions."  Amy nodded as the group calmly gathered around Sandra.  The crowd was fairly diverse, about a dozen were male, the other half dozen female.  Many where younger than one might expect from stockholders.  Though then again boundoggle had helped in antiaging technologies and helped people looked much younger than they actually were.  There was a pair of women who did look older than the rest, but even then they didn't look over fifty.

"Her skin is luscious, and she truly is beautiful, splendid catch!"  One of the women said.  "What is her background?"  The woman asked as she felt up Sandra's waist while the other squeezed her rear.  

Her Boss replied.  "Miss Ruiz's parents were Indian on one side and hispanic on the other.  Created quite the girl didn't it?"  Amy was almost surprised that her Boss had applied a noun to Sandra that was usually associated with a human instead of property.

"Oh indeed."  Another man replied as he looked over Sandra.  He felt her breasts, squeezing rather harshly, Sandra shuddered just a bit and bit her lip.  The man wasn't ugly, just rather plain, maybe thirty-five with a well trimed beard and blue eyes.  Amy meanwhile looked around the room.  Her eyes widened as she spotted one of the stockholders, this man certainly wasn't as old as even the youngest of the other stockholders.

She walked over to him as her Boss continued to explain the details of Sandra to the other stockholders.  "Adam!"  She said under her breath.  She looked at the man in front of her, he was an old friend of her's.  Not the closest of friends but they use to hang out.  With a very strong jaw, green eyes, and neatly combed sandy blonde hair he had always been considered extremely handsome back in high school.  He had graduated the year before Amy and Sandra.  

"Amy."  He said smiling.  He wore and dark grey suit and hand his hands in his pockets.  He almost blushed as he looked at Sandra out of the corner of his eyes'.  "How are you doing?"

"Im fine, obviously."  She said in reply.  "Im surprised to see you here.  I knew your family was well off but."  Adam shrugged.

"Well in recent times the rich have gotten richer, what can I say?"  He said shrugging with his hands still in his pockets.  "But in all honesty my father was well off and bought a good bit of stock in Boundoggle when the new slaving laws were put in place.  Well that stock shot up.  We were rich before but we sold half that stock became more than wealthy and still have sway with the company."  He said smirking a little bit.

"Im surprised you didn't tell us this back in high school  We knew you were rich, or at least very well off but still."

"Well my parents did want it going to me and my siblings head.  Public school, at least get some kind of job to earn your first car.  We usually got a nice internship to prove we could work and we got a fancy car for graduation.  Im at the the college right outside the city now, so its all good.  Even have my own place."

"Well congratulations."  Amy replied.  

"And congratulations to you."  He kept looking out of the corner of his eye to Sandra.  A man was running his hands up her.  "She is certainly just as beautiful as she was back in school."  He muttered.

"Adam, Im surprised.  You never showed interest in her."  Amy said looking bemused.

"Well after that incident with your soccer captain, remember she was in my grade.  Well lets just say any relationship with her would end up with a conversation about the company, and I doubt that would of ended well."  He shrugged again.  "I received an email from the local Boundoggle HQ that said they were having a special auction for stockholders that were interested.  Imagine my surprise when I saw Cassandra plastered on my screen.  Recently enslaved by Boundoggle, had her pictures and measurements.  Figured I would stop by, I have a little bit of money to spend."

"I see."  Amy eplied.  The idea of Sandra being sold still adjusting to her.

Amy followed as Adam walked up to Sandra.  Her eyes widened just the slightest as he stood in front of her.  Most wouldn't notice but Amy had trained her.  "Ah Sandra.  You are very, beautiful."  Adam said almost timidly.  He held out a hand and squeezed the side of her sexy midsection.  "I see that you are in a bit of a situation."  He ran a hand up her bound arm and rested it on her shoulder.  "How much is the opening bid again?"  Adam asked.

"100,000."  Her Boss replied with a courteous smile.  Amy's eyes did widen.  Emily looked amused in the background.  Stockholders, one of only two groups that could force their Boss to be overly courteous.  

-

Later that night James was in a bit of a different situation as he felt up Andrea's body.  Him and his four slave girls were in his master bedroom bed.  Which was larger than a king sized bed for just this purpose.  "Doing well tonight considering what we did last night."  James said with a wink.

"I still claim the title of your right hand woman for a reason."  She replied as James grabbed her raven hair and directed her lower.  Sarah, his turkish slave girl, massaged his chest.  After a moment he pulled Andrea up.

"You're great at that but bring Julietta over here."  He said.  The puerto rican teen kneeled at the end of the bed, this certainly wasn't her first rodeo but she didn't want to help move the action along like Andrea felt confident enough to do.  She shuddered a bit as he called her name.

"Yes master."  She whispered as Elena crawled over.  Elena was James' second slave, also a gorgeous latina, though mexican heritage instead of Andrea's colombian.  

"Let me help you sweetie."  She said as she helped Julie take off her neon purple bra.  After that she slipped off her matching panties.  James admired the girl's rocking body as she came over.  He took a fistful of her dark brown hair as his other hand squeezed her rear.  

"Enjoying the night, master?"  Julie said, trying to sound sensual.  James chuckled.

"Just ride the wave, I think it will surprise you."  James said as he rotated in order to place himself on top of Julie.  "You two should hold her hands."  He said as Elena and Sarah clasped one of her hands.  James ran his heads over Julie's sexy stomach, their diet and workout regimen had her looking just like when she was enslaved, with a toned but soft belly.  Andrea meanwhile massaged James' back and smiled at Julie.

"James can be very passionate when he wants to be."  She said with a smile as James started to enjoy Julie.  Of course he had had fun with Julie before, but it was usually designed for his pleasure and was rough for his new slave girl.  Julie's eyes went wide as she gasped.  James had found out he was her first, and now this was her first time being treated as a lover.  Her hands tightened around Sarah's and Elena's as they smiled.  

"Oh- oh my god."  She whispered as she breathed hard.  Her almond eyes were saucers as she started to buck with James, his muscular frame dominating her as his hands massaged her stomach, chest, and rested on her shoulders.  James was slow and steady and looked right into her eyes.  "Oh, oh wow!"  She gasped.  James smirked at her.

"And it turns out he even knows what he's doing."  Andrea whispered as she leaned down between James and Julietta.  Julietta's shapely legs, once toned from soccer and softball, squeezed around James.  

"Master, may, may I close my eyes?"  She said, her perfect chest rising and falling.

"Yes."  James replied.  Andrea swore her eyes rolled back, as did her head and James pushed deeper.  They finished at about the same time.  James rubbed her belly when he was done.  

"Welcome to the gilded cage Julie."  Andrea said, laying down next to Julietta and stroking her hair.  


It was later that night when James sat on the edge of his bed.  He had released the girls to go shower in their own part of the house.  Except Andrea, who had a passionate shower with him instead.  He wore boxers and a shirt as Andrea came out, she wore a thin robe that barely reached her legs.  "That was a nice thing you did tonight."  She said standing in front of James.

"I like pleasure."  James said pulling apart Andrea's robe just a few inches, he slowly ran his finger tips up her midsection and chest.

"You always claim to understand that you're the bad guy.  But admit it, you almost wish this world was different so you could be the good guy."  Andrea said putting her hand on her hips.  "You showed Julie that there was some pleasure to be found here, that her life wasn't doomed to just torment."  She smirked.  "Like I said you wish you could be the good guy."  James looked up at her and shrugged.

"What can I say.  This world is designed for the rich, for the self indulgent.  The way its set up there's no way to fight back.  We've tied our morals into our system, there's no endgame.  But for the many that benefit.  Well I suppose the many that don't just have to hope we give them scraps of kindness."  He ran a hand down her side.  "Like a poor teen girl getting snatched outside of a low income housing complex, and end up as a gift to her good friend that came from a well off family.  Sound familiar?"

Andrea lowered her arms.  "Yep, I think I can definitely speak from a position of knowledge on that front."  She replied.  "But while this world may be one of greed there is also pure evil in this world that benefits from that.  You've fought back against that just a bit by showing a bit of kindness tonight."

"So Im more than a sadist?"  James said raising and eyebrow and smacking Andrea's thigh, making her jump and giggle.

"Your whips and paddles dont sting for long.  Though yes Im still sore from last night.  But we both know that some girls are left with scars."

"Yeah."  James said with a nod.  "You're right."  His mind had drifted back to the last week's events.  He had a friend make a few calls for him.

-

Amy walked with her boss behind the stage.  "Thank you again Sir for not giving away Sandra to those sadists."  She sighed.  "I know we run a business.  But as an old friend of hers, thank you."  

Her Boss nodded.  "Well you made a point of pointing out a chance for profit.  The Director's Board can't complain if the stockholders are happy."  Amy nodded as they walked into the room.  She gasped.  Sandra stood before her, and she was beyond gorgeous.  Her raven hair had been combed and made to look elegant, brown and violet streaks added in, barely noticeable but it made her look even more desirable.  Expert make up made her usually attractive face shine with beauty.  A lacy red bra and panties fit her to perfection, with white stockings contrasting nicely with her brown skin and making her look more alluring.  Her hands were bound lightly behind her back, her eyes downcast.  Black high heels finished the job.  "Sandra."  Amy whispered.

"Master-"

"Amy."  She replied with an metaphorical apple in her throat.  

"Thank you.  It could of been much worse."  Her friend replied.  "This isn't a happy event, but better than being locked away.  I've done even more research than you.  Wealthy stockholders like these usually keep their slave girls in good condition."  She took a breath.  "Like me I guess.  We're a status item, and maybe I can even be a good influence on my new master or mistress."  She let out a nervous laugh.

"Im sorry Sandy."  Amy said patting her shoulder.  "I'll do my best to check in on you.  Be submissive out there, make yourself their favorite.  With your beauty and body that shouldn't be hard."

"Dont say sorry Amy.  I knew this was a risk once I became loud.  They can enslave the abolitionist but they cant abolition abolitionism as a whole.  Not that they wont try.  Dont forget your inner kindness is all I ask.  Be a moral compass within this devouring beast."  A woman in a suit came over and put a collar around Sandra's neck and attatched a leash to it.  

"Best of luck Sandy.  I-"  Amy couldn't find the words as Sandra nodded, walking gingerly as she was led out.

"Your uncle sends his compliments if it is any consolation."  Her Boss said from behind her.

"Is he not here?"  Amy asked confused."  

"No he said he had a matter to attend.  Remember he is an operative, he's only stopped by so much this past month in order to check on you.  But I must say with your skill he doesn't have to worry about that much longer."

-

"Okay is that all the suitcases?"  Carley asked as she got near the front door.  

"I think so."  James replied to his sister.  His hands in his pockets as though he was still six years and a foot below her.  She usually scoffed at the idea that he owned slaves when she came to his house.  Tonight was no exception, even if he was giving them a vacation.

"This is the last one."  Elena asked, the lightly freckled mexican beauty said with a smile.  She wore a pink crop top and daisy dukes.  "I will make sure your sister drives carefully, master."  She said with a small curtsy.  

"Good.  Sarah, you're in charge of making sure she doesn't spend to much.  Though that shouldn't be a problem one would think.  With all those baths and massages you all are getting this weekend."  

"I will make sure Mistress Carely doesn't buy six bottles of their most expensive champagne this time master."  Sarah said, wearing a blue blouse that was too small and jeans that were too tight.  Her shoulder length brown hair was put into a bun.

"Nope."  Carley said waving her finger.  "None of that mistress or master crap with me.  In fact, if I am in charge of this trip Sarah, call him James."  Sarah's eyes went wide.

"Umm, uhh."  She muttered looking back and forth between them.

James rolled his eyes.  "Make her happy."  He muttered.

"Yes James."  Sarah said bowing, unable to hide her grin.  James rolled his eyes as Julie walked towards the front door.  Carey and Sarah had walked out, Elena was finishing packing their suitcases.  The puerto rican latina paused with a hand on the door panel.  She turned around with her eyes looking down just a bit.

"Master- uh, thank you, for this."  James couldn't help but grin.  Julie was allowed to wear a sundress, though one that fit her curves very well.  

"You're welcome."  He said waving his hand.  "Go.  Enjoy yourself, just dont forget your role when you return."

"I wont master, thank you."  James sighed as he watched her walk away.

"All inclusive three day trip to the best spa in south beach.  Except with the fine print that the drinks aren't free.  What a rip off."  Andrea said with her hands on her hips.  

"Andrea."

"Being nice again I see."  She said smirking.  "Don't make it a habit James.  I might just start believing what I said about you last night."  She showed off her pearly grin at James as she walked out the door.  James could only shake his head as he closed it behind her.  He took a breath and sighed.

"Well Im afraid I might just end up doing that.  Forty grand, crap what am I thinking!"

-
   
Amy sat at the back of the crowd.  She had watched Sandra was led out onto the stage.  The well dressed crowd was served drinks as the beautiful college (formerly) girl was led bck and forth across the stage.  Her hair looked silky, her skin flawless.  Her arms were bound behind her and she wore a small red ball gag.  It was small, her teeth went around it, it was designed to look good and to avoid some of the jaw pain.

"Now let us start the bidding."  The Hostess said with a smile.  "The bidding for this lovely piece will start at 100,000.  Athletic, smart, youthful, and beyond goregeous.  If there is one piece of property to spend your hard earned money on this is it!"

"110,000."  One voice said, a gentleman that looked to be in his upper thirties.

"115,000."  One of the woman that was interested in Sandra earlier said.  Amy watched, Sandra stood there, obviously unhappy but also resigned.  

"118,000."  Another woman called out as her drink was refilled.  Amy was impressed with Sandra's composure, the hot lights beat down on her as people looked at her, figuring how much money to spend on her.  Then she realized her training was partly to do with that.

"120,000."  Yet another women called out.

"Do we have any bids for 125, 125."  The hostess said.  "Look at that body, she is truly the complete package."

"I mean for 125 I'll pay in change."  One the the men said, causing a chuckle to emerge from the crowd.

"I bet you all would."  The Hostess replied grinning.  "However we all know that I mean 125,000.  I have even been told that her trainer discovered that she was very ticklish."

Amy raised an eyebrow.  Of course they were watching that.  "130,000."  A voice called out.  It was familar, Amy tilted her head and spotted Adam smiling.  A memory flashed into her mind.  A day at the beach, many of her friends were school were there, they had pinned Sandra down and tickled the ticklish girl for what seemed like half an hour.  Adam was there in that memory.

"135,000."  The plain looking man with a beard responded.

"140,000."  Another voice called out.

"150,000."  Adam raised the bid, smirking arrogantly.  Amy had to congratulate herself.  The company was making a lot more money from selling Sandra to stockholders instead of those sadists that would of made her poor life hell.

-

James stretched as he stepped out of his truck.  The building looked like something out of Siberia.  A concrete gray block, with dark tinted windows.  Walking up the steps he reached the entrance, the glass doors were locked but a man quickly opened them.  "I doubt you need that much security."  James said chuckling as he walked in, enjoying the AC.

"All we have is a barbed wire fence around here.  Though of course the slaves aren't exactl rebellious, or in a position to resist."  A man replied.  He wore business khakis and a white collard shirt.  Not the style you would expect from one of the men that created the BDSM films.  "Sam will be out with the merchandise in one moment."

"Already out here."  A woman with blonde hair cut short.  She lead out a girl on a leash.  "Here you go, wearing a cheap white dress like you requested."  The woman smirked as she looked at the man.  "Glad you found her tape interesting."  She said.

James took a second to reply.  "You have a lot of tape.  Just how many slaves do you have here?"

"This is a quarter of a million square foot facility with five dozen slaves."  She said with a smile.  "Lilly here will be missed though.  Such a sweet, sensitive girl."  He said running her hand up the girl's cheek.  James looked at the girl, Chinese ancestry obviously.  Looked to be around twenty.  An extremely pretty girl with dark brown hair and a nice figure that was almost petite.  Toned muscles could be seen on her arms and the legs that the dress did little to cover.

"I'm sure you will find a replacement soon enough."  James said with a wink.  He turned to the man.  "I assume my payment went through?"  The man nodded.

"Yes it has.  Thank you."  He held out his arms and slightly bowed his head.  "And please, if you are ever interested in another of our 'performers' dont be afraid to inquire about a price."  He walked over to Lilly and slapped her on the thigh, making her whimper.  "Dont make your master return you now, I doubt you would survive that punishment.  You dont want to be an example, understood."

"Yes, of course sir."  The slave girl replied.  James nodded as he took the leash and lead the girl out to the car.  She wore cheap sandals as James unlocked his truck.  He turned to look at the girl.  Stunning really, was surprised the BDSM film group had spent money on her.  When he first saw the video he thought she might have been that Chinese-American girl his friend Joanna had captured during their spring break contest, they looked very similar.  However she had actually kept that girl as part of her reward.

"I am sure you will have no issue sitting in the back seat."  James said opening the door.  Lilly awkwardly stepped into the truck as her hands were bound behind her.

"Of course not master."  She replied softly.  No doubt she was submissively.  No slave could take what the creatures behind him dished out and not break.

"You can call me that but you are actually a gift."  James said buckling her in and getting into the driver's seat.  The girl didn't reply.  

"Thank you master."  Lilly added as they drove out of the complex.  James rose an eyebrow.

"The person I am giving you too is not a sadist if that is what you are getting at."  He replied looking at her in the rearview mirror.  The girl actually started to sob.  James coughed into his arm.

"Thank you so much."

-

"Going once, going twice, going thrice!  Sold!  To that gentleman for 200,000."  Amy whistled.  That was incredibly expensive in a world with legal enslavement.  Still she was impressed, Adam wanted Sandra, and he had the cash apparently.  She watched as Sandra was taken to a side room as the transaction went through.  Her Boss nodded, shook Adam's hand, he was grinning as well.  With that he was off to collect his property.  Amy sighed, she knew Adam, distantly.  Perhaps she could check in on Sandra one day.  She checked her phone for texts and was taken by surprise by her boss.

"Your theory was correct."  He said with a smile.  "She was worth a very large sum to the company, and our stockholders got to see close up that they should not worry about college students making a fuss.  Congratulations."  

"Thank you sir.  I hope I have proven to be an able employee this past month."  She ignored the fact that the entire idea was too help Sandra avoid a life of pain.

"Oh yes indeed.  Next week we'll have a batch of two or three girls that have completed their introductory training.  Once they are divided for more personalized training they will be sent your way."

"Thank you sir.  Should be interesting."

"Oh I am sure young lady."  He began to walk past before stopping right by Amy.  "Your friend Adam seems like a nice enough fellow for your friend.  Though I do believe he is friends with a Gentleman that I know.  If he's anything like him then your friend should lead a fairly easy life.  Though then again my friend also enjoys the occasionally wax drip or flogging on his slaves' bellies for his enjoyment.  Better than many though."  With that he walked off.

"Better than nothing."  Amy muttered.

-

That weekend Amy was certainly relaxing.  She sat by a pool wearing a one piece bathing suit.  Emily's parents were away all weekend, which allowed them to have even more fun.  She looked over at her ginger friend, or as they were in private her beautiful redhead 'slave'.  She wore a black bandeau bikini with bikini bottoms that showed off her muscular but toned legs and toned stomach.  Her body was wonderful.

"Hey Emily come over here."  Am said smiling and reaching into the purse on the table next to where they were sunbathing.

"Yes master."  Emily replied smirking as she walked over.  Her hair was in a ponytail.  

"I got you this, bend down."  Amy said, moving her braided ponytail out of the way she put a leather choke collar around her neck.  "I'll let you adjust it, but read the inside first.  But make sure it is snug and tight when you put it on.  I'll check."

"Oh of course Master."  Emily replied looking at the inside of the choke collar.  "Property of Employee Amy."  Emily blushed as she put it around her neck, she certainly made sure it was snug.  

"Now you can wear that everywhere and constantly be reminded that you agreed to be my slave."  Amy said lowering her sunglasses and looking at her.  "But since neither of us want to do the paperwork we'll just say that that is a very fashionable piece of merchandise you have there."

"Of course Master.  If I forget to wear it will you whip me unconscious?"  She said leaning down and winking.

"Don't tempt me.  I can do whatever I want to your body.  I might do that tonight just for fun.  Would be fun to hear your screams."  She paused as she heard a noise.  "What the hell is that."  She said sitting up as she heard a noise.  Emily's house was surrounded by a fence and hedges on all sides.  A gate was on the side of the house that would let someone come in.  She was shocked as she saw her Uncle walking around the side of the house, and he had a girl with him?  "Uncle?"  

"Hello Amy.  I see you are hanging out with your friend her."  He said.  Amy looked at the girl behind him, she wore a short white dress.  Looked asian, very pretty with shoulder length brown hair.  Obviously a slave, she looked familiar.  

"How did you know I was here?"  Amy asked.

"I called you an hour ago and simply traced the call."  Her Uncle replied.  "I am a boundoggle operator."  Amy wanted to roll her eyes.

"How did you open the side gate?"  Emily asked crossing her arms.

"I have plenty of experience with locks."  James said raising an eyebrow.  He enjoyed the sight of Emily in that swimsuit.  Reminded him of the girl that he enslaved that she was cloned from.  Not that she knew anything about that.

"We dont want to be rude Uncle.  But you do know that this is a bit strange."  Amy replied.  James nodded.  

"Of course.  But I brought you a gift."  He nodded towards the girl.  "This is Lilly, you might remember her from a video I used to terrorize Sandra."  Amy's eyes went wide.  "Well I- we all saw what they were doing to the poor girl here so I made a couple of calls and purchased her from them.  You did very well with Sandra's training.  Consider Lilly here your reward."  Amy rose an eyebrow.  "I hope you dont turn down poor Lilly here."  James said chuckling, handing the leash to Amy.

"No, I'll take care of her."  Amy said looking at the girl.  She looked around her age, maybe a year of two older.  "And by the way Lilly, you can just call me Master not Mistress."  

"Yes Master."  She said timidly.  

"I'll leave you too it.  I doubt your new slave will need too much training.  Have fun you two."  Her uncle said walking off.  As he turned around the corner he shook his head.  "This having a conscience thing is rather expensive."


Amy and Emily meanwhile looked at her new slave.  "I saw what happened to you Lilly."  Amy said removing the leash.  "I'm sorry.  Dont worry too much, I'll just use you to wash my clothes or something."  Lilly smiled at this.

"Thank you Master.  I-"

"Don't worry about it.  And if you dont mix up my reds and whites I may even let you call me Amy eventually."  She replied.  She looked at Emily.  "Don't worry this is the girl I whip."  She chuckled at Lilly's confused expression.  "She's just a friend of mine that I play around with.  So is your name really Lilly?"

"Lilith, but I have been called Lilly.  They used that name for me because it was better sounding for their films."  The asian girl sighed.  "I got snatched up from my college.  I was studying astrophysics.  Wanted to be an astronaut.  I wasn't part of a sorority but I was given an invitation to an off campus seminar, as well as a bunch of the sororities.  Was suppose to be about job opportunities after college and internships.  When we got there Acquisition Inc came in and locked all the doors.  Declared that they were enslaving all of us."

"That's sketchy, probably technically legal though."  Amy replied shaking her head.

Lilly nodded.  "There were a lot of us that showed up.  They sent in a bunch of operatives.  A bunch of girls tried to run, many started begging.  I tried to find a place to hide but they all had tasers that locked up all your muscles for a good five minuets. I hid in a custodian closet, they knew to check those.  I got dragged out, they smacked me a couple of times before I got shocked.  Was dragged through their training.  Then the company  your Uncle got me from bought ten of us in bulk for three-hundred thousand."

Amy patted her shoulder.  "Well my new slave, my Uncle actually sent a couple of his slaves to College.  Im not rich enough but I can probably figure something out."  Lilly's eyes became very wide.  "Now lets go inside and find you a bikini to wear, I have got to see how you look in one.  Like I said I'm not a mean one, but I do hope you realize that I am going to have some bondage fun with you."

-

Adam smiled as he walked in.  The owner of the house came to greet him.  Like Adam he was just above six feet tall.  He was older than Adam by about a decade.  "Henry, how are you."

"Adam, how is she.  Been two weeks."  Henry said with a smiled.  "Jade."  One of Henry's slave girls came, she wore a black crop top and a miniskirt.  

"Yes Master Henry."  She looked similar to Lilly as well, though with a large chest and longer hair.  As well as blush on her cheeks and looked to be a in her mid to upper twenties.

"Bring me and Adam here a drink."  

"Yes Master."  She replied.

"Come Sandra."  Adam said as they walked into the house.  Henry smiled.

"Wonderful slave."  He said.  Andrea walked in, her exotic beauty on full display.  Her hair was combed and silky, her flawless skin was easily seen in a strapless dark red bra and thong.  Her wrists and ankles chained.

"Yes Master."  She said submissively, eyes downcast.  Henry lifted her chin so he could look her in the eye.

"Beautiful, truly.  Come, we'll have some drinks, Katlyn should have the table set by now."  Adam signaled Sandra to follow, the goregeous girl walked in.  The table was set and Adam had Sandra sit in his lap as him and Henry started to sip their drinks.  Adam loved feeling up Sandra's body.  Sandra couldn't complain too much.  He had treated her like a person most of the time.  Had given her chores and had her join her every night in his bed, was gentle though.  Except on time he tested a flogger on her for fun.  Wasn't anything compared to what Amy had done to break her.  

"This is good Scotch Henry."  Adam said with a smile.

"Thank you.  It would seem I need some company, Slave Lisa."  One of the three slaves walking around the kitchen walked over.  A latina that seemed to be in her teens still.  Henry wrapped and arm around her waste.  "Slave Lisa and Slave Andrea right there are sisters."  Adam looked and nodded, her older sister seemed to be cleaning wine glasses.  She still looked to be about college age, maybe a year older than Sandra.  They both wore matching black lacy bras and panties.  They had dark hair and looked very similar, though Lisa the teen might of had a couple of freckles.  "They were captured from their house, the auction house was kind enough not to separate them.  Was a hefty sum, though I hear your slave Sandra was even more."

"Boundoggle wanted to send a message to the stockholders yet also made a ton of money.  Cant complain too much, well worth the price."  He said cupping Sandra's chin.

Henry's slave Jade came into the room at that time.  Getting on her knees by Henry she started to speak.  "Master Henry the lobbyist you were expecting called, he says unfortunately had to cancel due to a family issue."

"Thank you Jade.  Go into my office please and rearrange my schedule accordingly."

"Yes Master Henry."  The beautiful asian girl answered.

"You never did tell me how you got her."  Adam said.  "Your Slave Katlyn was an interesting case of studying in foreign countries and laws and trade and all that.  You don't have to retell the entire story again.  But you said you got your slave Jade when you had less money back in the day?"

Henry nodded taking a sip of scotch.  "Yes, though I certainly wasn't poor.  I didn't have CEOs and Politicians asking for favor either.  Jade is a few years younger than me.  She is one of the reasons that laws were past adding more safezones to public areas.  A couple of boundoggle operatives straight up went to her at her eighteenth birthday party that was held on a beach and enslaved her right in front of her family."

"That must of been unpleasant."  Adam replied dryly.

"Oh indeed Im sure.  Well as you can tell she is a very pretty slave.  However due to bad luck she ended up being cycled into an auction attended by many different brothels.  Spent a couple of years there.  Not a torture house, but unpleasant to say the least.  She has spoken to me about girls that cracked.  She did too just a bit.  After a couple of years the brothel didn't turn a profit but sold her in order to gain money for a new batch of slaves.  Poor girl was broken and was set on the market for cheap.  Turns out at that point offering her stability was good enough.  And to get a slave that beautiful for that cheap was an easy choice."

"I bet she was experienced as well."

"Oh yes.  Lisa here was the opposite.  But her and her sister are good slaves.  Only had to flog her once and that was for being distracted and watching TV.  Im not strict, they can watch television more than me, but I had guests over who did not have their drinks refilled.  She learned, of course, correct?"

"Yes master Henry."  The girl replied.

"Though speaking off which, you said we could have a light session today?"

"Of course, Im not a sadist.  I just like seeing hot wax make their stomachs shiver.  You have Sandra, Ill use Lisa's sister.  Slave Andrea come."  Sandra gulped, not the worse fate for her.  Though Adam craved real power.  Perhaps she could sway his views.  Until then, well, a few moments later she gasped as hot wax filled her navel and dripped onto her midriff.