Chapter 8.   The Slaver Helps a Dancer

Immediately after the jury retired to deliberate Stephanie’s case, the SlendaBond attorney and I retired to the VIP club in the courthouse to await the verdict.  We discussed the fact that the longer the jury was out the better our chances of achieving at least a partial enslavement of Stephanie.  If the jurors were having trouble reaching a verdict they would probably settle on a compromise verdict where at least we would have Stephanie under an indenture for 5 or 10 years.  That might satisfy the client and give us something to celebrate!

I really wanted to win this victory over Stephanie.  Something in her nature and bearing challenged me to beat her.  At least the sexual part of my being wanted this victory even if the intellectual side had doubts about the justice of our case.  After three hours the judge called us back and adjourned proceedings for the day.  As it was a Friday, proceedings would resume Monday morning.

The next day, Saturday, I was a featured speaker at a symposium called The Kinder and Gentler Slavery of Today and Tomorrow.  I continued to be just as much interested in the theoretical and legal aspects of slavery as I had always been in the practical end of it.  This conference reminded me of that earlier gathering I had attended many years ago, with my friend George, when we were both college students.  That was the one where the very idea that slavery could be made “kinder and gentler” was first publicly proposed and became the basis for a concerted campaign to persuade the public.

The speaker before me had gone on at great length about all the legislation that had been passed to implement the concept.  Slave owners today had accepted that they were responsible for life long medical care for the slave and to provide for his or her retirement years.  Those owners who tried to duck such responsibilities were subject to criminal prosecution.  While the slave herself, of course, had no legal standing to bring a legal action to secure these benefits, there were slave advocacy organizations that investigated abuses and could bring a lawsuit on her behalf or alert public authorities to prosecute where appropriate.  As the public saw all of this being successfully implemented, opposition to slavery as such greatly declined.  This was, of course, the major purpose for the whole concept.

The title for my own talk was “Putting Equity into the Enslavement Process”.  I had been introduced to this group as one of the most successful slavers in the business, having enslaved, for debt, over 1000 men and women, over the last ten years, through the legal processes.  Therefore I had some credibility with this audience.  Most of those in attendance cared more about expanding the supply of slaves than they cared about justice or equity.  But they would listen to someone of my background.

I began by pointing out that we were losing some potential slaves because juries often were still sympathetic to those in the dock.  There was a public perception that quite a few people had been indentured or enslaved who did not deserve such a fate.  Many citizens of Capitallia seemed to feel that slavery for debt was a punishment and should only be imposed where there was some fault or wrongful conduct by the debtor.  Many felt that it was wrong to enslave someone simply because they had a run of bad luck and could not pay their debts.  As I said these things I remembered that I had felt and expressed much the same to Professor Petersen as a young college student.  I had always felt it morally, but knew I would have to sell it to this audience on some more ‘practical’ basis.

I then gave example after example of cases wherein I thought there had been some injustice.  I naturally changed the names and places.  I also gave examples where juries had refused to enslave even in cases where I thought we had a solid case and the debtor well deserved the punishment we were seeking.  It was the need for unanimous verdicts, and the feeling on the part of some of the citizenry that the system was not just that led to these defeats, I pointed out.  If we would introduce some reforms we might improve the reputation of the system with the citizenry to where we could be successful with 95% of all attempted enslavements, instead of succeeding with just 75% of them, which was about all we had been able to achieve up to this time.  That idea resonated with my audience.  There were shouts of “here, here!”

But there was another point I wished to make with this audience.  I had become aware of many cases where slaves who were highly skilled in a profession or in the arts were having such talents wasted.  Their owners could make quite a bit of money by just hiring them out as sex slaves and did not always see it in their interest to allow a slave to carry on with his or her profession.  Allowing a slave to pursue a career, I said, need not conflict with sexual usage of that slave, either by the owner or others.  Further I pointed out the potential added pleasure an owner might have in owning a slave who was highly accomplished as a result of many years of training and dedication to a skill or craft.  I heard some murmuring and nodding of heads in response.  The audience was clearly intrigued though their response was more muted than when I was talking about how to increase the numbers of enslavements! 

As I was saying all this I happened to notice a slim and very attractive woman who looked vaguely familiar cleaning and shining the brass sculptures that decorated alcoves and niches in the hall in which we were meeting.  She was quite some distance from me but I could just see that she was apparently a slave as she was scantily clad and had an iron collar with rings about her neck.  She cast frequent glances at me as though hoping to make eye contact but not quite daring to do so.  I was puzzled if I knew this woman or not, but had to put her out of my mind for now.

I wrapped up my talk by proposing that we all go forth through our various professional societies and press for changes in the laws so that, in future, it would be necessary to prove debtor wrongdoing as well as a creditor’s need for restitution in order to support an enslavement proceeding, even at the stage of the preliminary hearing.  Cases in which there had been no wrong doing should not even reach a jury, except perhaps where the only remedy sought was a short indenture of two or three years to provide at least some restitution to the creditor.

After the symposium ended I headed back to my office.   I decided to check in with the two skip trace agents I had hired to keep an eye on Stephanie.  I almost always hired such agents when a case reached this stage.  After investing all this work I did not want to lose a potential slave who decided to make a run for it.  It would be very deflating to my ego and my penis if a girl I nearly had in my grasp were to slip my noose at the last minute!

The agents had bad news for me.  They had lost her.  They had been watching her home, but she had managed to get out unobserved.  One of them waited at her home all night to see if she would return.  She did not.  The other agent was able to link into the GPS signals emanating from her ankle bracelet.  He quickly went downtown and homed in on the moving signal.  He was dismayed to find the ankle bracelet attached to a dog and not to a girl!  Then the agents knew she had definitely flown the coop.  They began working their contacts in the law enforcement community to see if they could get some RFID tag information that would help them follow her to whatever place she had flown.

They told me they were sorry not to have better news, but that was where things stood.  They felt it was probably only a matter of time until they would get a break, but nobody could be sure when or if.  The elation that I had felt at the end of the trial the day before had pretty well faded on this news.

I had been working there for perhaps another half an hour after that disappointing conversation when I heard a very tentative soft knocking on my locked outer office door.  As my secretary had left for the day I went to unlock the door.  There I saw a vision that stiffened my penis!  A beautiful woman stood there, naked but for high heels, with the posture and bearing of a dancer.  She was the same woman I had seen at a distance polishing the brass earlier that afternoon in the lecture auditorium.  She still wore the iron collar, and also a coin purse and a note from her owner hanging about her neck.  She was slender as a reed and delicate in her upper body, yet the musculature of her hips and legs was well developed.  She had the typical physique of a ballerina.  Suddenly I knew who she was.  It all came back to me.  I had enslaved this woman some two years earlier!  She had been one of perhaps a thousand debtors I had taken down in court over the last ten years.  Sometimes it was hard to remember them all.

I remembered to breathe again.  I invited her to follow me to my inner office.  My curiosity was getting the better of me.  I sat down but did not immediately invite her to do so.  That might not be prudent until I learned the purpose of her visit.  Then too I was enjoying the view of her dancer’s body.  She had assumed the “slave display position”, standing erect, head held high and legs well separated with knees slightly flexed.  Her hair was a very dark rich brown and cascaded down almost to her waist.  Fortunately she had it tied back in a ponytail so that it did nothing to obscure her lovely breasts, the delicate tracery of her ribs or the flat muscular plane of her belly.  My eyes traveled down to the rich crown of dark brown curly pubic hair that adorned her vulva and all the sexual details of that vulva that I could clearly perceive because of her assumed position, because of how she was made and because of my vantage point.  Because her legs were slightly flexed I was able to enjoy too her well defined leg muscles and the tendons of those muscles at the crotch.  She was the very picture of feminine sexuality!

“Does your master always send you on errands naked?  I asked.

“No indeed sir.  I am as you see me because I wanted to show proper respect sir!  I thought it would be wrong to conceal my body when I am coming here to beg you for a favor!”

“Did your master send you to me, Vivienne?”

“No Mr. Steelforth, sir!   I beg you that whatever you may decide about granting or not granting me a favor, that you will not tell him that I came to you.  Please sir!  It would mean a whipping!”

“Well I can’t promise that just yet.  It may depend on the nature of your request.  And what is the favor that you seek from me?” I asked.  The growing awareness of the power I had over this lovely creature was beginning to cause an excited stirring in my genitals.

“You know, do you not, what my profession was before I became a slave?”  she whispered.

Indeed I did.  Vivienne had been a ballerina with the National Ballet of Capitallia.  In fact she was one of their principal dancers and had played the leading role in a performance of Giselle I had very much enjoyed only six months before I had enslaved her. Of course I was troubled by the idea of enslaving such a talent, but the client was insistent.  At the time I had hoped, perhaps unrealistically, that this client, once he owned her, would see that she had talent and find a way for her to continue to practice the career she obviously loved, even as he used her sexually for his own pleasure and the pleasure of his friends and business associates.

“Well sir, I recognized your voice while I was polishing the statues at the lecture hall this afternoon.  I heard you say to that audience that you believed that it would be consistent with the “kinder gentler slavery” to allow a slave to pursue an artistic or professional career!’

“Why yes I did say that, Vivienne.  I take it your owner has not allowed you to continue with your dance career?  How then do you maintain yourself in such superb physical condition?

“No, he has not permitted a ballet career, sir.  But he does insist on much daily exercise and a different kind of dance training now in his place of business.  That is how I keep my body fit.  I now work hard to keep up my skills and appearance as a pole dancer for the nudie bars!’

“What a comedown that must be after ballet!”  I said.  “And what about sex?  Does he use you that way too?”

“He has always used me for his own sexual pleasure and often hired me out to his friends and very important clients as a sex slave.  I was working the VIP lounge before the lecture.  Then the lounge cleared out when the lecture started so he found something else for me to do until the lecture would be over.  He later sent me on an errand to buy something from the drug store in the lobby of your building, sir.  I knew this was where you worked and took the liberty of coming up to see you sir.”

“And what is it exactly that you want from me?”  I said with mock harshness.  I could feel my scrotum tightening and drawing my testicles up closer to my pubis.

“I am just asking s-sir if you could t-talk to my owner and try to persuade him of your view that slaves should be allowed to p-pursue careers.  He might listen to a man of your stature in the industry!”

“I will do that Vivienne, and I may go one better.  If your owner agrees, I would be willing to talk also with the Artistic Director of your ballet company to see if he will take you back in the company as a slave dancer.  Would this be a shock to him?  Or have there been other enslaved dancers in his company to your knowledge?”

“No, it would not be a shock sir!  I know of three, one guy and two girls, that I danced with two years ago that are back with the dance company after their enslavements.  Their owners have them driven to and from rehearsals and there is always a guard backstage to ensure that they obey the Artistic Director.  Their owners don’t worry about any attempted escapes because of the bio-implants.  Apparently it is working out all right!”

“So you would like me to speak to him?  I think he will listen to me as I have contributed generously to his company over the years?”

“Yes, would you please sir?  Permission to break position to beg sir?”

“All right!” I said with a sweep of my hand.  Vivienne broke from her ‘slave display’ position, dropped to her knees, then prostrated herself, pressing her lips to my shoes and holding them there for a long moment.

“I will do what you have asked, Vivienne.  But I think you know how the slave system works.  If you want a favor you must be prepared to pay for it with your body, for that is the only currency you will ever have!”  My penis was hard as a rock now.

“That would be my pleasure, sir!”  Vivienne was looking up at me with the most wonderful mischievous smile.  I pulled open a desk drawer and took out a leash and a pair of police style handcuffs.  I fastened the leash to the collar around her neck, pulled her to her feet and cuffed her hands behind her back.  I loved to fuck a handcuffed woman!  I led her into the bedroom adjoining my office and laid her out on the bed.  I proceeded to mount her and introduce my penis to her tunnel of love.  I plunged in and out of her many times then just stayed inside her for a long, long time, losing none of my hardness.  She was young enough to be my daughter.  She was a hard body dancer and I a businessman!  All I could think of was that I was inside a woman who would probably never have given me the time of day if she were free.  But that made it all the more exciting!

After a time I dismissed Vivienne.  And my thoughts turned back to the case of Stephanie Glenn.  Although I had managed to enjoy certain intimate liberties with her at the Creditor’s Exam, I had not, as yet, had an opportunity to fuck her.  There was a very good possibility her owner would allow me that pleasure if only my agents could find her and bring her forcibly back to face her jury next week.  Vivienne had been a pleasant interlude to take my mind off the trial for a while.  But now I turned out the lights of my office and walked to the elevator hoping that tomorrow would bring exciting news.