A 'Routine' Enslavement
by Falcon

This is a fantasy and any similarity of names or places to actual 
persons or places is purely coincidental.  This story features scenes of 
non consensual sex. Persons who do not wish to read such scenes 
are advised to stop now.  The author does not condone in real life the 
activities depicted in this fantasy.

Prologue

The year was 2136.  The United States would be unrecognizable to 
those who had lived there in the early twenty first century.  For one 
thing there had been a civil war over the issues of taxation, the voting 
franchise and slavery.  Ultimately the side that prevailed in the far 
greater number of states was the side that wanted a major reduction 
of taxes, a limitation of the voting franchise to tax paying citizens and 
the return of slavery.  

A new nation named Capitallia was formed consisting, at first, of 15 
western states that declared their intention to secede from the U.S.  
This led at first to armed conflict, but soon other states switched their 
allegiance until a total of 38 of the original 50 states comprised the 
new nation, named for capitalism, the social and economic system 
that the new nation meant to promote in every way possible. The 
capital of the new nation was New York City, while Washington D.C. 
remained the capital of what was left of the old United States. 

In Capitallia, the voting privilege and citizenship status were limited to 
those who could demonstrate certain educational achievements and 
pay a uniform per capita tax.  Taxes had been vastly reduced by 
avoiding unnecessary wars and by largely eliminating the "social 
safety net".  The society had also become quite class conscious.  
There were sharp distinctions between those who were citizens and 
those who were not, with each class having distinctly different rights 
and privileges.

Because of this class consciousness, and the absence of a 'safety 
net', the criminal laws, as well as laws pertaining to contract and debt, 
had evolved in ways that earlier generations might have thought 
harsh.  

Radical change had been made inevitable by decades of rising crime 
rates, persistently high unemployment, sharply rising levels of credit 
default by unemployed debtors, and the resulting high prices caused 
by those debtor defaults.  

The public had grown weary of the high costs of building and running 
prisons, and of the high costs of coddling insolvent debtors.  When 
special interests pushed for a radical new solution, the public was ripe 
for it.  Slavery, of a particularly high tech nature, had been 
reintroduced. 

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Bill Steelforth had arrived at his office early for a meeting with a key 
client.  Bill was a 'slaver's agent'.   He represented a number of 
diverse clients, but most particularly the interests of an elite slave 
owning and trading firm known as Richmond SlendaBond.

Bill was in his mid forties and at the peak of his career.   Often he 
would visit a new city and scout out attractive young women there who 
might be insolvent.  When he found an interesting target he tried to 
interest one of his clients in acquiring her.  If he received a green light, 
he would then hire a local attorney, arrange for the client to buy up all 
her debts, and assemble all the required evidence the attorney would 
needed to take her down in court. 

When such an enslavement had been successful, his client would 
employ only the most advanced methods for tracking and controlling 
the new slave.  Not only would he or she be 'micro chipped' but would 
also have a digital bio implant which allowed his or her owner to 
remotely monitor vital bodily functions, remotely administer 
punishment for disobedience or remotely administer sexual pleasure 
to reward highly skilled service.  

This morning, after the client meeting, he had discovered a pretty 
twenty something girl waiting for him in his outer office.  She was 
scantily clad, handcuffed and apparently in the custody of a uniformed 
guard.  The guard indicated that the girl's sexual services were to be a 
gift to him for the day from one of his clients.  

He instructed the guard as to his desires.  The girl was to be stripped 
of all clothing except for her high heels and collar, then sent to his 
inner office leashed and with hands cuffed behind her back.  The 
guard was to bring in her clothing bundle also, then wait outside to 
collect her later.

First he would keep the girl standing at the side of his desk.  She was 
easy on his eyes, particularly as the high heeled shoes brought out 
the muscle tone of her slender legs, the handcuffs prevented any 
attempt at modesty and the steel collar around her pretty neck 
proclaimed her status as a sexual slave.  Her wiry black pubic hair had 
been trimmed in such a way as not to obscure her feminine parts.

He surveyed the spectacular New York City skyline from his 27th floor 
corner office.  While she stood there awaiting his pleasure he decided 
to make a few calls.  Then she found herself pulled her by her leash 
around to his side of the desk.  He commanded her to assume a 
kneeling position, facing him, under his desk.  He settled into a 
comfortable position in his executive chair and unzipped himself.  If 
the girl's training had been complete, she would need no further 
instruction.  

He eyed the file on his desk.  This case was one in which his services 
had been retained for the acquisition of a particular person.  The case 
concerned a debtor designated for what could only be called a 
'routine' enslavement.  She should have been just like a hundred other 
insolvent female debtors whose freedom he had taken in the interests 
of his clients.  He just wasn't sure she was the type of person his 
company ought to be acquiring.  He told himself that he wasn't getting 
soft, just being careful.

As he contemplated his reservations about the case at hand, he was 
receiving much pleasure from the girl crouched between his legs.  She 
would have chosen to be almost anywhere else if the choice had been 
hers to make.  But his client had come to own her as a result of his 
own efforts a year earlier.  He experienced a thrill as he realized that 
her present sexual services were a kind of reward to him from the 
client for a job well done.

He had not felt compassion for her.  She had deliberately defrauded 
many businesses and her present sexual slavery was a punishment 
well deserved.  He felt that he could, therefore, enjoy guilt free the 
pleasures she was forced to provide.

While seated in his executive chair he had been able to look down 
upon her blonde head, her well tanned shoulders, and her tear stained 
face.  He enjoyed the pleasurable sensation of her warm wet tongue 
slowly caressing the sensitive 

under side of his penis and glans.  This pleasure had alternated with 
the rapid and feather light butterfly movements of her tongue on his 
testicles.   

She had aroused him from complete flaccidity to a partial erection very 
quickly, hoping to end her task in record time.  But he, wishing to 
prolong both his own pleasure and her humiliation, had made her 
desist whenever it seemed he might be approaching a point of no 
return.

Bill knew that such a profession as his, with its attendant pleasures, 
would not have been possible a century earlier.  But the straight-laced 
majority of citizens had become more tolerant of the desires of a 
minority to discreetly pursue such 
vices as pornography, nudity, prostitution, drugs and gambling. This 
had helped set the stage for what was to come.

However, the main event that had ushered in the New Order, along 
with those changed attitudes, had been the creation of the new nation 
of Capitallia
 
Two months ago the assign gram his secretary had pulled up on the 
optiFiber machine indicated that his client, SlendaBond, wished to 
acquire ownership of one Stephanie Glenn, in satisfaction of her debts 
to that firm.  There was a megafile elinked with some photos of 
Stephanie and her vital statistics.  He had noticed that she was a 
looker!  

Her file detailed her professional accomplishments as an accountant, 
the papers she had written for professional societies and the 
community charitable activities she was involved with.  He had begun 
to question if this was the sort of young woman the firm ought to be 
enslaving. 

He had called up the client to ask if the firm couldn't just let this 
particular quarry slip through the net.  The answer that he got was an 
emphatic no!   He was told that they, in turn, had a client who was 
prepared to pay the firm a pretty penny for the privilege of penetrating 
her as and when desired for the rest of her life.  

The client's client would be willing to sign a twenty year lease to 
possess her body, following her slave training.  The company couldn't 
afford to just forego such a deal!

As he had read further in her file he began to notice tell tale signs that 
someone might have run up bills in her name without her knowledge.  
It wasn't his job to rectify such things, he told himself.  Those were the 
kind of things that her defense attorney should question.  
Nevertheless something about this case had made him 
uncomfortable.

That was two months ago.  Since then the case had moved forward to 
the point that earlier this day he had been able to do a "Creditor's 
Examination" on the finances and on the person of this Stephanie 
Glenn.  He had, of course, touched and intimately examined many 
women destined for slavery in the course of his career.  At first it had 
been exciting.  Then it got to be old. 

But with the young woman today, some of the old excitement had 
returned.  He stood before her this morning, peering into her mouth to 
check her teeth with one hand, while cupping her vulva with the other 
hand.  As he did this he experienced her trembling and a sense of her 
intense vulnerability.  As a result he actually had some tender feeling 
for her!  He had locked eyes with her for one brief moment.  Then he

reproached himself for a moment of weakness and went back to the 
business of examining her much as he might inspect livestock.

His thoughts had moved forward in time to the girl under his desk still 
trying to bring him to climax.  His penis hardened as he thought about 
the delicious experience he had with Stephanie at her exam this 
morning.  This thought, together with the additional help of the young 
tongue beneath the desk licking his testicles, brought him to an 
explosive climax.  Spurt after spurt of his seed entered the mouth of 
the pretty twenty something, and he made sure some of the spurts 
decorated her face as well!

He insisted the girl continue to stimulate his completely flaccid penis 
with her lips and tongue for the better part of an additional half an 
hour.  He hoped to come a second time.  But as thoughts about the 
exam this morning began to focus more and more on the possible 
injustice of enslaving Stephanie, he realized his penis was down for 
the count.  He no longer had the desire for another orgasm at this 
time.

He pulled on the leash of the young woman beneath his desk, 
indicating that she was to rise from her lowly position.  He noted the 
ropes of his semen splattered all across her face and running out of 
the corner of her mouth.  She had not been able to tidy herself up 
since she was handcuffed.  

He took a tissue and cleaned her face himself, taking particular care to 
wipe away her tears and to wipe his semen from her eyelids.  Then he 
used his key to unlock her handcuffs and gave her permission to put 
her clothes on.  He led her on her leash to the guard waiting to collect 
her just outside his office.  He wished to be alone with his thoughts.



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