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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