A 'Routine' Enslavement
by Falcon


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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.





