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Subject: {ASSM} Len, Jean and Vinny, Part one [BSDM, WSA2000, M/F Oral, NC]
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This story is set in the White Slave Act of 2000 universe
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It's early morning. I'd been out last night collecting bar flies.  3 of
them were re-sold to their boyfriends, and one to her husband.  I still
had 2 in the new slave in-processing room to deal with, because their
"significant others" either were reachable or didn't really want the
back.  I'm on my second cup of Needwood tea and have just nor really
woken up.  Ingrid comes into the office and tells me that there is a
Mr. Frederik to see me.  I tell her to send him in.

Mr. Frederik is a 40ish white guy, wearing a casual suit.  He starts
off "My name is Len Frederik.  My wife, Jean, is cheating on me.  I
want you to capture her and enslave her whore ass."

"Capture?"

"Yes, she's here in Eastlake on a business meeting.  We don't live in
Eastlake, I flew in to speak with you on this matter.  I've seen your
show.  Go to her hotel and stun gun her ass and bring her back.  I'll
pay extra if you do it in public."

"I see.  I need your social security number, her social security number
and two forms of ID from you, plus your actual address."  Turns out
he's from Kentucky, which is good, because they have a net addressable
database like Oklahoma does.  Every thing checks out, and his whiz quiz
was clean so we are good to go here.  He gives me a collection of
photos of his wife, the address of the hotel and a number to reach him
after I capture her.  As I look over the photos of his wife, an
attractive strawberry blond, I tell him I will attempt to get her this
afternoon.  He thanks me and leaves.

I finish my cup of tea and check my schedule.  Looks to be clean for
most of the afternoon.  Have a couple of calls this morning, but seems
like is should be a more or less slow day.  While I decide if I want an
other cup of Needwood or if I want to switch to Earl Gray, Ingrid rings
the intercom. "I have a Mr. Greenfeld to see you".   I tell her to show
him in.  Mr. Greenfeld is, well, oily.  Wearing a cheap leather jacket
with jeans.  "Hi, the name is Vinny Greenfeld, and I'm just in town for
a meeting this week.   I've been banging this chick at the meeting and,
well, I just thought it would be cool to leave with some cash for my
troubles.  It's not like I made sales quota this week."  I ask him if
he has the required proof that he is a person of personal contact, and
he tells me that he's been taping his banging.   He slides me a DVD.
Sigh, more bad amateur porn....


I put the disk into the player and trigger the remote.  Staring back at
me on the screen is Jean Frederik, naked and on top of Vinny.  I click
to next chapter and see them at it again.  I click next, and verify
that their are in fact 3 sex acts with the two of them, with valid time
date stamps.   I eject the DVD and put it in the folder I've started on
this conversion.

I drum my fingers on the desk.  "We have a problem.  Mr. Frederik was
in earlier this morning requesting Jean's conversion."

Vinny looks at me and asks "How did you know her name?"

I give him the "listen to what I say" look "Didn't you hear me, her
husband wants her enslaved.  Let me make a call."

I call Len's cell number that he gave me.  After I ID myself to him I
ask him if he knows anyone named Vinny Greenfeld.  He tells me he
doesn't.  I tell him that it might be a good idea to drop by my office.
 I call Ingrid in and tell her to take Mr. Greenfeld to one of the
waiting rooms, and to get a slave to blow him while he is waiting, if
he wants. He stands up and as they are leaving I hear Vinny ask Ingrid
"Got any redheads? I like redheads".


About 30 minutes later, Mr. Frederik arrives.   After he gets seated, I
ask him how he knows that Jean is cheating on him.  He replies "Because
while we were out drinking last week Jim told me."

OK, now I'm confused.  "Who is Jim?"


"Jim Wallace, one of my friends.  We used to work together."


I trigger the monitor for the waiting room that Vinny is in.  He's in
on of the easy chairs with a redhead  on her knees in front of him
blowing him.  "Do you know this man?"

He looks at the TV "No, should I?"

I nod.  "Yeah, you should.  He's screwed Jean at least three times this
week and wants to convert her."

He looks at the screen a bit, then snorts. "Does he want to keep her?"


I shrug, "I don't thinks so.  Said he wanted to make a little extra
cash this week."

Len tilts his head to the side and thinks for a moment.  "How much do
you think I would get for Jean?"

I thinks about it for a minute.  "Assuming she doesn't have some sort
of issue that would lower her value, around 600, maybe 650.  More if
you don't mind knowing that she's going to be tortured to death on
cable TV."

Len shakes his head "No, I don't want that, I mean, not really.  I mean
if that's what happens, I'm OK with it, but I don't want to insure it.
And I'd just a soon not have her sold to one of those BBQ places
either, not if you have a choice.  Hmm. Maybe I can make a deal with
this Vinny guy. Can I talk to him?"

I look at Len "Your not going to punch him out or any thing for fucking
your wife are you?"

Len looks sort of like I'm crazy for saying that.  "Why would I do
that?  I'd already decided to get rid of her ass before I knew about
him.  It's not like I'm still in love with her credit card maxing ass
any more."  He thinks for a second then says "Now that I think about
it, I really don't care if you sell her to the cable TV people.  How
much more are we talking?"

I bring up the NMG's web page and follow a few links.  "Looks like
about a grand, plus or minus small change.  A little more if she
qualifies for their  'Hotties' program."

He nods his head firmly.  "OK, lets see what sort of deal Mr. Greenfeld
and I can reach here."  I ask Ingrid to have Vinny brought in.

After he comes into the office, I introduce him to Len "This is the
husband of the chick you were banging"  Vinny, predicable, looks a bit
upset by this information.  "Look, it didn't mean any thing, you know
about being on the road...." Len waves if off "I was here to have her
enslaved my self, don't worry about it."

Vinny sits back down and looks relived.   "So, how do we do this?" I
ask.

Len turns to me and asks "How can you pay?"

I tell him "Well, what I can do is after one of you signs the
paperwork, I can effect a capture, then run the pregnancy test on her.
Assuming she passes that I can pay you my base line.  Because you have
asked to have her sold to National Media, you will be eligible for a
bonus payment, assuming they take her option.  That, of course, means
she will be tortured, possible to death, on one of their cable TV
channels."

Len looks over at Vinny, "So, want to split the payments or do you want
to flip for it?"

Vinny looks up at the ceiling and mutters to him self.  He pulls his
head down "Let's split the check.  When will you know if she's been
accepted by the cable guys?"

I look at the clock.  "If I get her before 1:00 PM, we should know this
afternoon.  They send a guy around to check my stock once a week and
today's the day.  I've got a couple of friends I can call, but they
don't really like to make special runs for one slave."

Vinny offers up the detail that from 11:30 to 12:00 this morning she's
going to be on the panel at a luncheon at the Eve's Mark hotel
downtown.  I smile about this.    The Eve's Mark chain of hotels is
owned by National Media.  They rather specifically don't have a "No
Slavers in the hotel" rule, like so many of the other national chains
do.  Funny that.


I thank the men and tell them that I will give them a call when I have
her in my control, there are hand shakes all around, and Vinny tells
Len he knows about a great place for an early lunch.  They leave
talking about the NCAA basketball tournament.  You got to love male
bonding.

I call the downtown Eve's Mark and find out what group is holding the
luncheon.  It's the National Group of Light Industry, Human Resource
Special Interest Group.   I ask to speak to one of the committee
chairs, if possible.  After a few minutes I get put on with a Mr.
Donald Fries.   I explain to Mr. Fries that I have a valid conditional
enslavement paper on one of their panel members.  He responds to this
with "So, Jean's getting enslaved?".  I say, "Well, yes, but how did
you know?"  "She's the only one that qualifies on the panel.  I know
the other two women on the panel have minor children.  So, when are you
going to do it?"

I think about it.  "That would sort of be up to you, however I have a
business case for doing it before noon today."

He replies "Oh, good thing you called when you did.  Can you get here
in the next 30 minutes or so?  We are having a meeting of the panel
members then and you can pick her up then."

I tell him that I should be able to make that, then add "Your being
very cold blooded about this, can I ask why?"  "I'm in Human Resources,
enslavement is a fact of life in the modern work place.  And I knew
that Eve's Mark doesn't have a 'No Slavers' rule when I choose this
hotel.  There isn't any thing I can do to stop you, so it's in my best
interest to have it disrupt the conference as little as possible."


I get the room number of their meeting, and thank him.  As I gather my
kit together, I see a small group of what appear to be cheerleaders
coming up the path to the door.  I tell Ingrid to find out what this
gaggle of bimbos wants and to deal with it if possible, I'll be back in
an hour or so.


I arrive at the Eve's Mark downtown hotel, and park the van in the
loading dock area.  I check the stun gun then head up to the 3rd floor.
 I find the room, and knock on the door.   I hear a muffled "Come in."
I open the door, expecting to find a small group of people talking
about, oh, I don't know what ever Catbert's talk about when they are
together.  Instead, I find Jean, naked, kneeling on the floor in front
of one of those overstuffed chairs that hotel's are so fond of.  In the
chair is a balding man in his 50's.  His pants are open, and it's
obvious that she was blowing him.  He looks up at me "Ah, Mr. West.
Your hear a bit early.  Can you let her finish?"

I nod.  "Jean Frederik, a person of personal contact, one Vinny
Greenfeld, has requested that you be enslaved, pursuant to the White
Slave Act of 2000. At this time you are provisionally enslaved, pending
the results of your pregnancy test.  I also have an enslavement request
from your legal husband, Len Frederik.  Now finish blowing Mr. Fries".
With that she turns back to Donald and takes his cock back into her
mouth.  If any thing it's gotten harder as I read off the enslavement
to her.  He grabs her head and starts face fucking her.  "I think I
will cum in your mouth now, you slave slut!  Your not to good to eat my
cum now, you slut!"  He keeps this up for about 30 seconds, then holds
her head down as he empties into her mouth.  After he finishes he kicks
her back.  "Take her, Mr. West."

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