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Subject: {ASSM} White Slave Act of 2000 - Some people make you say WTF (bdsm,nc,cons)
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I'm sitting in my home office, looking over the rules for the "Miss
America" channel contest I have gotten my self into. Looks like I'm
going to have sell roughly 8 to 12 beauty queen wannabes a week, at a
profit, to win this contest. There are worse things in life. I hear the
"bing-bong" of the door of the public area, and hear Ingrid's
voice talking to another women. After a moment, Ingrid sticks her head
into my office. "Mr. West? There is a woman here, who, I think, wants
to sell you her step daughters."

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

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

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

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

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

"OK, Mrs. Johnson.."

"Rhonda, please"

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

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

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

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

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

"When I give you payment and the receipt"

"And it's unbreakable?"

"Pretty much."

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

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

"That is correct"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Why does that mater?"

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

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

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

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

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