Epilogue

Ten Years Later

Much has changed in Stephanie’s life and in my life.  Ten eventful years have passed.   Stephanie has established herself now in the profession psychologist Paul Gregory suggested to her.  She is a practicing slave Advocate and is also called upon to teach classes in the subject.   One morning I was an observer watching her teaching a class of new hires for her employer, the Williamson Agency.

“Class”, Stephanie began, “when you go to an employer site to perform an audit, your first duty is to prepare a complete inventory of who, at that site, is enslaved or indentured.  You will have a list from the state slave registry of who is supposed to be under bondage at that site.  You will ask the employer for a list, and you will compare lists.  You will physically examine each slave and have each one give you his or her fingerprints and submit to a retina scan.  These biometrics provide a secure link between the slave’s body and the database of information about him or her. You will compare the biometrics you observed on site with the biometrics from the state slave registry.  If you find any person working at the employer site under conditions of bondage whose biometrics don’t match official records, you must generate an I-701 form for follow-up by other agency personnel.  If any person listed for that site on the state slave registry is not found there, you must generate an I-702 form.” 

A student’s hand went up.

“You mentioned employer site just now”, the student began.  “Do we only audit business firms?  What about slaves owned by wealthy people as house servants?”

“Many of our more successful citizens”, she replied, “are fortunate enough to be able to employ either penal slaves or indentured servants in their households.  We consider any site where our clients are employed to be an employer site for purposes of our work.”

“Stephanie”, one of her students asked, “you said earlier when we receive an assignment to audit a certain business, our first visit and most subsequent visits should be unannounced.”

“That is right, Melanie” she replied.

“But you also said”, the student persisted, “that we should try to develop and maintain a cordial relationship with the employers we audit.  Wouldn’t things be on a more cordial basis if we showed the employers the consideration of advanced notice so as to minimize the disruptive effect on their business?”

“Yes a cordial relationship is important”, Stephanie responded, “if it can be achieved without sacrificing the accuracy of our work.  With residential audits we always show the homeowner the courtesy of calling for an appointment at a convenient time.  With business audits we should never take the attitude that most businessmen are dishonest and want only to deceive us about working conditions.  Honest men and women run most businesses in Capitallia and generally want to deliver good value to their customers and treat their slaves and indentured servants decently and in accordance with the law.  There are always going to be exceptions however.  That is why surprise must be a standard tactic in our toolkits for business audits.”

“How then do we maintain cordiality?” Melanie persisted.

“By showing the employer the courtesy of keeping him informed as to the progress of your investigation, and giving him a chance to ask questions and listening to his side in the event any unfavorable findings turn up in interviews or examinations of his books.  I want to stress, however, that by cordiality I do not mean that you should be socializing with the employer over lunch or drinks.  Keep it businesslike.”

“When we hear allegations”, another student asked, “of illegal activities in an interview with a slave or indentured person, how do we protect that person from reprisals by his or her master?”

“Doug” Stephanie responded, “whenever possible we try to obscure from an employer the specific source of such an allegation.  Instead we try to independently confirm the truth or falsehood of the allegation.  If we confirm it we confront the employer with the evidence we found in confirmation rather than making him aware of the original complaint.  He is still afforded the courtesy of an opportunity to rebut that objective evidence however.”

“But surely”, Doug persisted, “there will be times when it would be obvious to an employer who the whistleblower must have been.  What then?”

“In those cases”, she replied, “we sometimes take a slave into protective custody until the issue can be adjudicated.  If the complaint proves valid, the employer may be ordered by the court to divest his ownership of that slave in order to prevent any future reprisals.”

“When do we break for lunch?” the youngest member of her class asked.

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A number of interesting things happened during the first ten years of our marriage.

First, a few years into our marriage some very good fortune came my way.  Masterson had finally built his new manufacturing plant in Brazil, eager to take advantage of the recently legalized chattel slavery and private prosecutions in that country.  Masterson had so much need of my services to staff the new plant that I opened an office in Rio de Janeiro.  My contract basically called for me to find victims of crimes and assist those victims financially and otherwise to bring successful private prosecutions against criminals who could then be enslaved as punishment.  

Many crime victims lacked either the financial wherewithal or the legal sophistication to do all this on their own.  My firm’s assistance to them came with conditions. They had to agree up front that if the prosecution were successful that the convicted person would become the property of Masterson Automotive Group with a fixed amount, previously agreed upon, being the compensation to the crime victim.  Naturally the financial and other assistance was only provided if the Steelforth Agency determined that the criminal would be someone Masterson Automotive would want to own, or alternatively someone my agency could put up for auction and earn a substantial return on the investment that had been made to secure that conviction. 

The second memorable event was that a time came when Tom Jenkins had served out five more years of his twenty-year penal enslavement and it was time for the early release Stephanie had promised him.  She signed the manumission order with the provision that he would be on parole for another ten years and subject to plethysmograph sexual function testing every six months.   In the event a test showed a relapse to unacceptable sexual ideation, he would be in violation of parole and his slavery would be reinstated for the balance of the original twenty-year sentence.  She also paid him his manumission fee of $35,000 as required by law.  She had earned ten times that amount in rentals of his services while he was a slave on loan to Masterson.  After he was set free Greg Masterson put him back on the payroll at a generous salary as a free employee, doing pretty much the same work he had been doing as a slave the previous seven years.

The next development was that Stephanie learned that both Erin and Kim completed their apprenticeships and became qualified as journeymen in the robot car repair trade.  They had both been quite humbled by their forced sexual service during their apprenticeships.  Stephanie was satisfied that they both had a whole new attitude, so she decided to give them both early releases from slavery.  They both got good jobs as free employees at repair firms.  Last I heard Erin was studying for his citizenship exam and had saved up enough for his first year of citizenship taxes.

A fourth development was that Harold Vick, the lawyer who had been a fellow slave with Stephanie at Masterson Automotive and who had been enslaved for embezzling client funds entrusted to him, had finally completed his term of slavery and been manumitted.  He discovered no law firm would hire him for the trust work he used to do, but he was able to secure a position as an attorney at a much lower salary working with old Mr. Maxwell at the “Slave-No-More” agency.  It would be five more years after that before he could re-apply for citizenship.

The fifth event was that Jeff Duncan completed his ten years of slavery at Vixter Enterprises.  He was manumitted and Ms. Vixter paid him his manumission fee of $50,000 as required by law.  She offered that he might continue as her Human Resources Manager as a free employee.  The salary offer was stingy and he declined the offer.  He had kept up his skills in the field through his years of slave service.  Last we heard he had found another salaried position with another firm.

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I have enjoyed ten happy years of marriage with Stephanie.   We have lived together in a very large mansion out on Long Island.  Our elegant home is surrounded by beautifully manicured lawns, has a breathtaking view of the Atlantic Ocean, and includes a grand ballroom, indoor and outdoor swimming pools, a gymnasium, and a fully functional auditorium where we have sometimes put on live concerts and dance performances.  So large an estate of course required live in servants and we hired quite a few.  Servants come cheap in Capitallia.  Our servants have mostly lived in a detached building connected to the main house by a tunnel.  We haven’t had to worry much about what the servants might see or overhear of our personal lives because each night at the end of their shifts they were mind wiped of any such personal knowledge concerning us.

One thing that did cause a bit of conflict between Stephanie and I was when I announced that I had just purchased the ballet dancer Vivienne Morentzy at an auction from her former owner who was no longer a citizen and could no longer have slaves.  Vivienne was a penal slave who still had 12 years to serve of her original 15-year sentence.  I announced that she would come to live with us and that I would house her in the detached servant’s building.  I planned to have regular sex with her and I sensed that Stephanie might have felt threatened at first.  But I explained that it was just recreational sex, not a relationship, that it really did not mean a thing.  It would in no way diminish our relationship.  When I told her that she announced “if you are going to keep a girl toy on our estate, then I am going to keep a boy toy.”  Of course I agreed.  What else could I do?  

Stephanie had learned by this time that it could be quite exciting for her to sexually dominate a young man, even if she decided to limit actual intercourse to me.  She wanted total control of a male slave.  But she wanted it to be voluntary on his part.  In this Stephanie and I were different.  I got my thrills out of non-consensual sex, my dancer slave Vivienne being a prime example.  Vivienne was grateful to me for helping her with her career and fucked me out of gratitude at first, but she could hardly be regarded as having consented to being my long term sex partner.  But I did not need her consent to this arrangement.  That is the beauty of slavery.  

Stephanie found that, to fulfill her own domination desires, she just could not take a young man against his will.  But she wanted that degree of control.  So, at my suggestion, she advertised discreetly through websites for a young man willing to voluntarily enslave himself to a thirty something woman for a period of ten years.  She interviewed quite a few applicants until she found Michael.  He was twenty something and perfect in body and spirit.  Tall, slender and well muscled.  

She wanted to make sure that body would always obey her so, with my connections, she had him bio-implanted and sent him off to Richmond Slendabond for his basic slave training.   When her pet was delivered to her she installed him on our estate in the detached servant quarters.  Most days, if the weather was not too cold, she would order him to work naked outdoors.  Our property was well secluded so there were no neighbors to worry about.  She liked looking out the windows of our home and watching his sleek well defined body in various poses and attitudes.  She put this gorgeous hunk to work to maintain our grounds and gardens and take care of the swimming pools.  

Sometimes Stephanie and I would exercise our penchant for voyeurism by ordering Michael and Vivienne to have intercourse with each other while we watched and enjoyed a fine glass of wine and erotically stimulated each other.  Sometimes Stephanie would fondle Michael intimately but she never felt the need to have actual sex with him.  In this she was different than I was with Vivienne.

Soon after we moved into this palatial home she began getting regular reports about Zigler from her attorney.  He was maintaining regular correspondence with the State Department.  Apparently two Senators had called State and caused them to ramp up the priority on the Zigler case.  They were officially protesting that an execution of Zigler would deny a Capitallian citizen of her property right in Zigler.  The Chinese had previously agreed by treaty to respect international property rights.  

Zigler’s execution had been postponed at least three times over these last few years while the Chinese evaluated their response to our State Department.   Finally the Chinese agreed to extradite him back to Capitallia with our government’s assurance that he faced the certainty of twenty years of slavery here.  Stephanie’s lawyer had arranged for a couple of armed plain clothes detectives to meet Zigler upon arrival in New York’s Kennedy Airport.  They were to simply take custody of him and put him in a private prison holding cell until she could arrange to sell him at public auction.

But things did not unfold as planned.  Just as Zigler was collecting his luggage a gang of four underworld types muscled in on her detectives and spirited Zigler away.  We later learned that Zigler had left Capitallia defaulting on a very large sum of money owed to a loan shark with connections to organized crime.  The following morning all the newscasts were reporting that one Mel Zigler had been thrown off the roof of one of Manhattan’s tallest skyscrapers.  It was reported that they had to scrape him off the pavement with a shovel.  DNA was taken from his splattered remains and matched with DNA on file for his passport.  There was no doubt the pool of blood, flesh and bone shards on the pavement was Mel Zigler.

Stephanie had the opportunity to sentence Zigler to the death penalty at his trial but she had not done so.  That wasn’t her way.  But someone else saw it differently and now at least she has closure.  That man will never hurt anybody again.  If Zigler had accepted his sentence of twenty years slavery he would be half way to freedom by now.  He would be about age seventy by the time of his manumission but, with all the life extending technology in Capitallia today, he could still have had a life and a career after that.  But that wasn’t Zigler’s way.  He was a socio path who could never accept responsibility for his own actions.

Stephanie and I have a nine-year-old son who is doing very well in school and wants to be a slaver when he grows up.  I have encouraged him in this.  I hope one day to turn my business over to him.  One day I was working at my desk in my study overlooking the ocean.  I had a young female slave crouching under the desk diligently using her mouth to pleasure me.   I had forgotten to lock the study door and my son Jeff entered.  He came to stand by my side and I knew that he could see that I had a naked girl under the desk.  He had seen such things before so I felt no need to explain the situation.  Stephanie overheard this conversation between our son and myself.

“Son, why do you want to be a slaver?”  I asked.

“To help society deal with all the problems caused by criminals and people deliberately living beyond their means”, young Jeff replied.

“And what else?” I queried.

“Well, to make sure that justice is done.  I mean to make sure that people get what’s coming to them if they have been bad!”

“Jeff, are these the real reasons?”  I pressed.

“Well, gee Dad, I mean there is also all that power!”

“What kind of power?”

“The power to buy and sell people, the power to make people take their clothes off and the power to make some girl do what that girl is doing for you now!  How could that not be fun?”  Jeff replied.

“But sometimes we slavers make terrible mistakes.  And then it is not so much fun”, I replied.

“Did you ever make a terrible mistake in your work Dad?”

“Yes son.  I enslaved your mother, before I got to really know her, because I believed the law required this be done to her so that her creditors could have the restitution to which they were entitled.”

“Dad, how could you possibly have enslaved Mom?  What were you thinking?”

“Son, I told myself that I was merely carrying out a ‘routine’ enslavement.  I didn’t listen to that inner voice of doubt that told me something wasn’t right.  If you become a slaver, son, always listen to that voice.”

Later that evening Stephanie told me her reaction to that exchange.

“I think with a father like you”, she said, “our son is going to grow up all right.”

THE END

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