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Authors Note:  This is set in the "White Slave Act of 2000" universe.

More stories from this universe can be found at
http://www.darkeroticfiction.com

My name is Mike West, and I'm a White Slaver.  I make my living buying
and selling women.

I'm sitting at the office desk and the phone rings.  Caller ID says
"Nat Med Gr".  Must be Wendy.  "Spellbook, Can I help you?"

"Please hold for Ms. Morris..." What the hell?  When did she start that
sort of crap?  After a few seconds Wendy her self comes on.  Sounds
like she's in a echo chamber.

"Mike?  Give me a call at 555-1054, it's rather urgent.  Got to go."
*Click*

The hell?  I call her back.

"Mike?  I'm in a meeting about your show.  Seems the numbers are, well,
flat, and trending downward.  We ran some unused footage from your
cameras through some focus groups and think we have a fix."

"Drop the other shoe Wendy..."

"Well, it seems that for the target demographic we are looking for in
your show, the random sex and torture isn't really why they watch.
What they are looking for is enslavement.  Voluntary, family
conversions, personal contact conversions, it doesn't seem to matter,
but what we came away from the groups is a feeling that we need to
change the thrust of your show.  Is this going to be a problem?"

"Let me make sure I understand where you are coming from.  You want to
stop the daily slave torture shows, and want to show more enslavement?
Why does this effect me?  I thought you guys choose what footage from
the camera's to use."

Wendy started to say something but another voice kicked in.  "Mr. West,
in general you are correct, however how it effects you is we want to
assign a mobile cam crew to follow you on ALL your out of office
pickups.  And we would like you to do more of them, if possible.  As I
understand it you charge extra for that service.  We would like you to
just bill that to us from now on.  We've also contacted one of the
local alternate meat source providers and they are going to have a
grader on your site every day during normal hours, maybe 24/7 if you
start getting middle of the night conversions, which I suspect you are
going to."

That last bit had me just a little worried.  "And why would that be?"

Sort of a long pause, then I heard yet another voice "We really can't
say with out a NDA in place.  What is your fax number?".

I read over the fax sent by the land sharks at National Media.  Seems
to be a straight ahead Non Disclosure Agreement.  I sign and send it
back.  The phone rings about 3 minutes later.  Caller ID is the same as
the last call.  I pick up.  "Spellbook, Can I help you?"

The voice on the other end is the man who spoke first during the last
call.

"Mr. West, I can now explain why we think you are going to be getting a
lot more conversions, and why some of them are going to be out of
hours.  It's a three point process."

"The first point is that National Media group is going to start a
major, all forms of content push on slave conversions as the preferred
options in new marriages, instead of the traditional prenuptial
agreement.  We are going to be hitting this on most of the cable
networks we control, as well as in our various print media.  An
important part of this is going to be mentioning that this can be be
done unilaterally after the marriage, if need be.  While this is going
on, we are going to be also talking about the tax advantages of slave
conversions in a two income family.  That the thrust on what you might
call our white collar media."

"On the blue collar media we are going to be talking less about the in
lieu of prenuptial, but more about the savings you can get, and
mentioning the effects on drug laws.  While we aren't quite going to
come out and say 'enslave your wife so she can keep your stash safe
from the DEA' we are going down that path.  The youth media outlets are
going to be even more about that, but going for voluntary enslavement,
with "sale-backs" to boyfriends.  We would like you come up with some
special pricing for that."

"The third bit is in several localities where we have major interests,
we are coming to arrangements with the local slave boards.  Eastlake is
one of those.   The major thrust of the arrangement is to raise the
basic minimum bid on judicial enslavement to the point it's not really
worth while to bid on most slaves.  With the current regulations in
place, this will result in a major increase in the number of slaves
disposed of instead of being sold.  The slave courts, however, at
arraignment, are going to start offering volunteering instead of going
to trial.  We are also putting out a major push to bars and night clubs
to have them call a slaver instead of the local police for drunk
females.  That's where your out of hours calls will be coming from."

Damn. They really are going strong on this.  "Why are you doing all
this?  I mean what's the your motive?  You can't be doing all this just
to raise the rating of a reality show a couple of points."

Wendy flatly stated "Because we at National Media want to have as many
women as possible made into slaves.  We'd like to see the current 16%
enslavement rate raised to some where around 20% by the end of the
year, and would like to see it hit the 34% mark by the end of the
decade."

Well, they are known as the most evil corporation in the country.  The
34% mark is roughly the percentage of women that are "Available for
enslavement" by most demographers, based on the birth sex ratio
imbalance and the number of gay males in the current population.  That
number is expected to rise of the next decade because the birth sex
ratio is still dropping.

Wendy went on "At any rate, that's why we think that you are going to
have a lot more slave conversions, and why, more or less, we want to
tone down the torture aspects on your show.  Lilly's show is where the
torture is mainly going to be shown.  We would like it if you would
only send mass enslavement sluts to her, at least for the next few
months.  We are also going to let her play with some of our own slaves.
 It seems we have made a deal with one of the beauty pageants like the
one we lost last year.  Not quite as high profile, but should supply us
with a lot of high quality snuff puppets."

Well, damn.  "How long have you been thinking of this plan?"

The man spoke up "Mr. West, this plan is why we moved to Eastlake."

That makes a lot of sense.  "So, what does the Eastlake Country Club
have to do with the plan?"

There was a snorting noise.  "They were our first test market on some
of the white collar ideas.  I'll lay long odds that by the end of the
year every female between the ages of 16 and 45 of a member's family
will be converted.   There is an idea floating around to change the by
laws of the club to require it, but legal is still looking at that.
You know that NMG is the silent partner in the club didn't you?  We
just acquired enough stock in it to have a little over 50% in a proxy
fight."

That would also explain a lot "And Mr. Smithfield?"

A flat voice "Has out lived his usefulness.  He is no longer our tame
slaver, he's too involved in some private scheme, which doesn't fully
fit with our plans."

A penny drops.  "So am I your tame slaver now?"

A snort from Wendy.  "Not really.  We gave up on that idea.  Your just
one that we happen to mention in the media push.  You are not the only
one, even in Eastlake."

After I got off the phone with the National Media people, a thought
occurred to me.  Why would a bar call a slaver?  If she is  drunk
enough to call the cops she's got to be legally drunk, which is a
problem with voluntary enslavement, or so I had been lead to believe.
I called up my lawyer.  After a little chit chat I ask him about
exactly what the current law and regulation is on blood alcohol content
with regards to enslavement.   He says he will get back with me.

About 3 hours later I get an email from him.  Seems that the public
drunk level, which is also the DWI is .08% in Oklahoma, like it is in
many other states.  On the other hand, in 2003 there was a court case
where one person claimed he wasn't responsible for signing a contract
because he could prove his BAC was over the legal (i.e. DWI) limit.
The federal courts found that the DWI statute and public drunk statue
didn't apply to competence in signing a contract.  This case had
nothing to do with enslavement, however I noted that the person making
the claim was an employee of National Media.   Shortly there after,
Oklahoma, and most of the other states passed a law setting the "not
competent to sign a contract" BAC level at 0.24%.   Shortly after, in
Tennessee, as it happens, an enslavement was challenged by the girl
friend of a volunteer.   Because the slave had moved out of Tennessee
(which, ironically, is "The Volunteer State"), it went to federal
court.  The court found that even though the slave BAC was over the DWI
level, it was under the competence level in Tennessee, so the
conversion was ruled legal.   How I missed this case I don't know.
Need to set up a Net-Law account it seems, or pay my land shark more,
or tell him to have one of his lackeys do a better job searching case
law.

The upshot of all this is there is a window in the BAC between the "I
am going to call the cops because you are drunk" and the "You are too
drunk to sign a legal contract".   This is going to make life, well,
interesting.

The next morning I get another call from Wendy.  "Sorry about that
unexpected change in plans on you, but there are some things going on
that I still can't let you in on.   Can you get me that modified price
list ASAP?  And what do you pay for finders fee's on volunteers?"

"Yeah I can get it to you, and $50.00 bucks, why do you ask?"

I hear her do that swallowed snort thing she does "So I can put the
right amount in the mailing we are sending out to night clubs.  For
what it's worth you are tied for the highest finders fee."

I shake my head.  "Back up, start over.  What mailing?"  She laughs.
"Get a cup of coffee, you might need it.  Seems the powers that be have
decided to list the local slavers that do pick ups in the mailings we
are sending to all the establishments that have a liquor license in the
targeted urban areas we are running our first test cases in.  Eastlake,
of course, is one of those areas.  You may or may not know this, but
our beverage unit started offering a "do your civic duty" reward
program about 6 months or so ago, that offers a $100 reward to a club
employee that notifies the police about a person that they think is
over the legal driving limit and appears to be about to drive off.
Officially it's to insure that there are designated drives.
Unofficially it's to get young women arrested and enslaved.  While the
brochures for this don't say it, all the pronouns talking about the
drunk driver are female plus all the photos are of total hotties.  Most
clubs got the point, particularly because there always seem to be a
problem with the reward monies being issued when the drunk is male, or
older woman.  Oddly, there doesn't seem to be a problem getting it out
when it's a cute girl.  Our next set of mailings is going to expand the
program to include if the drunk slut volunteer to be a slave instead of
going down town with the cops the employee doing his or her civic duty
still qualify for the reward.  Given that over the next couple of weeks
being judicial enslaved is real close to a 100% chance of riding a spit
in Eastlake, I suspect a lot of them are going to start choosing the
volunteer option.  Of course the really drunk ones will not have a
choice...  You know about the BAC window, right?"

I tell her I do, and she goes on "Well, any rate, one of the things we
are including in the current mailing is the names and phone number of
slavers that do pick up, plus we are listing what their finder's fee
is.  I suspect that later this week your going to be getting a call
from a hot spot to come pick up a slightly drunk hottie or two."

I shake my head "You know Wendy, National Media sure is living up to
their unofficial motto of "Most Evil Corporation in America".

She laughs "What makes you think it's unofficial?  It's just not our
public motto."

A couple of days after the big National Media Group plan reveal, a
camera crew showed up.  The guy in charge said that they were going to
be the 24/7 coverage team for me.  They had a big RV that was going to
be parked in the driveway of the new slave quarters, where they would
live.  Any time I went out, at least a 2 of them would follow.  If I
had not gotten used to the fish bowl effect this would bother me.

Over the course of the next few days they filmed several conversions,
mainly volunteers, but a couple of husband conversions.  Nothing all
that special, however there was one that was obviously a conversion
instead of a divorce, and it wasn't a happy one.  Oddly enough some one
came in to buy her later that very afternoon.  Her next door neighbor,
if I read the addresses correctly.  Wonder what that's all about.

One sort of odd thing did happen that I wasn't really ready for.  A
pair of teenagers showed up, wanting to be graded as alternate meat
sources.  They didn't want to be converted, just wanted to graded.  I
collected 50 bucks from them and sent them back to Josh, who stripped
them down, and found them to be Grade A with the live roaster
endorsement.  The camera crew talked them into getting their grade
branded on, as opposed to the stamp or tattoo that Josh normally does.


That night, I hear the phone ring.  Ingrid answers it, then after a few
seconds, passes it up to me.  "This is Mike, can I help you".

I hear bar noises in the back ground.  "Yeah, I'm the door man at Hot
Toddies down town and I've got a couple of chicks here that want to
volunteer.  Can you come pick them up?"

I had been waiting on this call, so to speak, after Wendy gave me the
low down on their plans.  "How many do you have, exactly, just so I
know how much to bring in finders fees.  I assume you want it in cash."


"Yeah, I do.  three for sure, but I think there maybe a couple more,
depends."

"OK, hold them until I get there."

I tell Ingrid to get 250 out of the petty cash safe and 5 collars.  She
scurries off to get the stuff I asked for.  I pick up the walky-talky
phone the film crew had given me.  "Fred?  Got a roll out call, y'all
want to come?"

"We will follow you".

I decided that with up to possibly 5 to pick up, I would take the van.
As I was driving to the downtown club district, I had to marvel at the
fact that now almost 6 years into the White Slave Act era, there were
still women who would go to clubs and manage to get drunk enough to
trigger either a DWI or a public drunk charge.   Of course, Eastlake
doesn't make a big deal about grabbing people leaving clubs, so they
might have thought they were safe.  But with National Media paying what
amounted to a bounty on enslavements, you have got to wonder.

I get to the  club and see a large number of obviously drunk women
leaving.  Odd.  I enter and tell the guy at the door who I am, and that
I had been called.   He points to a reddish door by the bar and says
"They are in there."  I thank him and head over towards the door.  As I
cross the floor I see three women leave.  As they leave, they take off
some sort of choker.  The guy at the door puts the choker into a
machine, and after a green light turns on, gives the women waiting her
ID back.  I shake my head and open the door.  Fred and his camera crew
follow me in.

Inside we find a comfortable little mini-lounge, with nice couches and
padded chairs.  In the room are 3 women who are totally nude, and two
with their clothes on.   The two with their clothing on are on their
knees giving head to a pair of guys wearing club staff jackets and
shirts.  OK, not what I was expecting.  To be honest I'm not sure what
I was expecting.   The taller guy calls out "Mr West?".  When I nod my
head he goes "Just A Second...  Ah  Ah... OK  That was nice honey.
Maybe see you next week?"  With that, the girl gets off her knees and
starts to head out the door, while he zips his pants up.

He walks over to me with his hand out.  "I'm John, I called you.  Looks
like it's just these three, the other two decided on plan C."  About
that time the other guy lets out a groan, and a few seconds later the
other clothed girl gets up and leaves as well.

I ask "OK, want to fill me in just a hair, I'm a bit confused.  I
assume you called me because of I'm on the NMG mailing you got".

"Yeah, that and I've seen your show." he replied.  "Let me explain what
we have here."  He picked up one of the chokers I had seen on the girls
as they left the club.  "Mega Beer started giving us these about 6
months ago, about the same time as they started offering their "civic
duty" rewards.  What we do with these is we take a chick's ID and give
her this.  While she is wearing it, she can get as many free drinks as
she wants.  Each time she gets a drink, the bartender or the waitress
scans her choker.   When she leaves the club, we scan it again.  There
is a percentage chance, based on the number of drinks on it that we
will require her to take a breath test before we allow her to leave.
If she blows positive, well, she gets two, now three choices."

I looked at him "And those choices are?"

He went on "Well, it used to be that the options were deal with a
possible public drunk charge, or blow one of the staff.  We called it
the "you blow, you blow" program.  We have added 'See if a slaver will
take your voluntary conversion' to the list now."

I nodded.  This was exactly the sort of trap that Wendy had been
telling me about.  "I noticed that not all the girls in the club have
choker on, what's up with that?"

He nodded "Oh, if they want to pay cover like a guy, we don't monitor
their drinks.  It's only the ones that want free drinks that get the
choker.  Of course a lot of girls end up wearing the choker and paying
for their dates drinks that way.  Most of them don't trigger the random
test any way, and most of those that do just go ahead and blow me or
one of my guys.  Hell, some of them do it right there at the door."

I point over at the three nude girls "And these?"

"Well, they at first said that they would take their chances with the
public drunk charge and told us to start the clock, but they changed
their mind when we showed them the video that we got of the last girl
that tried that.  Seems no one bid on her, so after a week she was the
roast of the day at the Hotel Mangus.  Seems the current rules of the
Eastlake public slave sales drop the minimum bid to a quarter of the
original amount if it's for a conversion to Alternate Meat Source.
After they saw that, the decided to try their luck with a slaver, and
here you are, with almost 30 minutes left on the clock."

"Excuse me? What this about the clock?"

"We only hold them for an hour, so if you, or the cops, don't show
within that time, we let them go, but you made it in time.  That's
another reason I called you, you are closer than most of the slavers in
town."

"OK, I see all that, but why did you strip them?  Your leaving your
self open to a civil lawsuit if they don't qualify for conversion."

"We didn't strip them.  That was their idea."  He added "Or maybe it
was just her idea" pointing at the black haired girl sitting on the
couch, "regardless, it's not our policy",

"Oh.  Well, lets see what we got then."  He went over to a table and
picked up a few papers.  "Here are their requests for conversion.  One
of the barkeeps is a notary."  I took the papers and they were standard
off the web site forms, with the name block filled in after they were
printed.  Seems like they were in order.  I set up my lap top on the
table and used the clubs WiFi to connect to the state's slaving board's
web site and entered their information.  Again, everything seems to be
in order.  All we have left is the whiz quiz.  I hand the three girls
who have been watching all this the sample cups and tell them to fill
it to the line.  The head bouncer points over at a door on the side
"There is a rest room there".  They all start to head there, but I stop
them "One at a time, please."

The first girl, a natural blond I note, brings me her sample cup.  I do
a DAP (drug, alcohol and pregnancy) test card on it.  She's not on any
drugs on the no-go list, she's not pregnant and her BAC level is over
the legal level for DWI or public drunk, but under the not competent
level.  I hand her the final form and show her were to sign.  "Or you
can wait on the cops.  I understand it's less than 5 minutes to the
down town station house, even if they walk."  She signed.  I told her
to kneel down, then put the slave collar on her.  I made a couple of
entries on my laptop.  "It would be a really good idea if you didn't
get more than 50 feet or so from me.  If you do, you might get your
head blown off.  Next!"

The next girl was a redhead.   Her DAP was clean, but still over the
public drunk level, but still good for a contract.  She signed and was
collared.

The last one was a black haired girl, your basic Goth makeup on.  Her
DAP card came back clean.  Totally clean.  I told her as I handed her
her paper work, "You know they don't have any thing on you.  You don't
have to do this."  She nodded, "I know.  I blew Tony a few hours ago
and told him to send me through the process after I found out that they
would call you.  I'm a really big fan our show and just wanted to make
sure I would be on it."  With that she signed the conversion form and
put the collar on herself.  I don't understand some women.

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