By Kinkabella
Archived Here With Her Kind Permission

Part 37 - Goods And Chattels

Sleep didn't come easily Tuesday night. Every time I closed my eyes, my thoughts would flood with the information I had read about Belinda's mother, Cathy Rogers. The surprise to see she had been enslaved at all might have been enough, but that was just the beginning of the startling revelations I read about her. Cathy Rogers had been one of the first women in Eastlake County after the White Slave Act of 2000 came into effect to be enslaved. In all the years I'd known her, I'd never guessed.

Cathy Rogers was one of those women I could honestly have said had it all: a big house, an expensive car, and all the beads, baubles and bangles that come with marrying Harry Rogers, the richest businessman in Eastlake. She was a regular at the Country Club, and in fact was its Secretary (her husband Harry being its President). She was actively involved on the tennis committee and when she wasn't playing tennis, she could be found most days swimming in the pool or lounging beside it drinking Gin and tonics. But her file revealed an interesting and checkered past.

She'd been born and raised in Tennessee but moved from there to California in the early 1980s, obviously with a view to becoming a movie star in Hollywood. She even appeared in a couple of B-grade movies but it was her appearances in triple-X videos that caught my interest the most. Cathy Rogers had appeared in more than ten of them, mostly 'Gangbang Girl' stories, but she was also in a few BDSM films and even a 'bukkake' one. I'd never before even heard the word, bukkake, and the image of Cathy Rogers' face on the cover, her mouth overflowing and face thick with cum, was still vividly etched in my thoughts when I woke Wednesday morning.

I quietly crawled up into Mr. West's bed and gave him his early morning wake-me-up blowjob. His cock was very slow to rise this morning and I was a little bit worried I might not be able to get him fully erect at all, such was the impassive state he remained in right up to the moment when his cock suddenly gushed cum into my mouth. I swallowed and then asked Mr. West whether or not he'd been happy with that - he said he was, but was curious to know how I had made him cum without waking him. I didn't have a clue, but I made some flippant remark about a girl having her secrets, and he accepted this with a laugh. He then said I was to meet him in his office in ten minutes time and said "I need to talk to you before we wake the others."

Why the secrecy? Mr. West wouldn't say and in normal circumstances our meeting wouldn't have been different to any business owner discussing his tax arrangements with his secretary. But by the time he'd finished, he'd had me sign over my Social Security number to him and I had become 'a company corporate asset'. I suppose I should have felt at least a little bit elated by the news, as it meant Mr. West was now obligated to feed and clothe me and provide medical attention, if ever needed. It also meant he couldn't just dump me or sell me to just anybody. But instead, it made me feel even more like mere chattels.

"What about the other girls? Why did you want to tell me this before they got up?" I asked.

"I got a call from the Torture Channel dude in charge of the show. They want to keep a core group of slaves around here for at least 6 months or so. Belinda and Stacey are to be made into "rental" slaves, and they would like Sonya and Jen as well. I've explained that I don't think Sonya is safe yet, and that Jen is a special case. They said they would get back to me on that."

Mr. West dismissed me from his office and I was allowed to have a shower and get ready for the day ahead. After the shower, I was still drying my hair when I heard the phone ring outside the bathroom. I listened to it ring several times and thought Mr. West might have answered it, but he didn't, so I rushed from the bathroom to attend to the call. The caller, who clearly sounded like a young man or college student, asked for 'Mike' and I asked him to wait while I looked for him.

I could see Mr. West in the back yard with Jen and Sonya. He had both girls tied to a wooden table and I watched quietly as he walked up to them, removed his cock from his pants, and peed all over their faces. I was mortified by the site and, especially when it appeared as if Sonya had gotten some of it in her mouth, I choked back a horrible vomit taste that jumped to the back of my throat.

Not wanting to interrupt Mr. West before he finished peeing, I waited and then called his attention to the phone.

I discreetly listened as he spoke with the caller and discussed prices and so on. By the time Mr. West finished speaking, it became clear he intended to rent Sonya to the caller and his friends. A short while later, after Sonya had been dragged into the house and hogtied, three college boys arrived to take her away.