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Subject: {ASSM} Biker Bitches 3/10 [WSA2000,  f+f, oral, BDSM, nc]
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This story is set in the White Slave Act of 2000 universe
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After setting up the new mail retail store, I was back in the home
office.  The phone rings, Call ID show "Deirdre Mcclure".  "Spellbook
Slaves, may I help you."

An older lady answers me "I do hope so, the others that I have called
haven't been very helpful."

"Well, what can I do for you?"

"Well, you see, my husband just turned 55, and the darn fool went out
and bought him self a motorbike.  Thinks it's going to make him
younger, or something, like he needs that, but you don't care about
that.  I want to get him something to go on the damn thing, because I'm
damn sure not going to, and I'd rather he not ride it alone."

"You want to buy a slave to ride on your husbands bike?"

"That and to suck on his dick.  I never did like that, but he sure
does"

"OK, I think we can work something out, any requests about the slave?"

"Well, ideally, she should be half his age, have black hair and a
tattoo or two."

"I think I can help you here.  As it happens, I've got a set of slaves
that one of the local biker gangs sold to me as they were leaving town.
 Why don't you come up to my office and check them out"

We made arrangements, agreeing that she would be here with in the hour.

I checked the video monitor of the room where the biker slaves were
being kept.  The 7 slaves were all laying around, basically doing
nothing.  May, the raver chick, was masturbating.  While I watched,
Diane, the women that more or less acted like the leader of these
slaves, walked over to May, saying something to her.  May stopped
fingering her self and got up on her knees in front of Diane, who
grabbed May's head and pushed it into her crotch.  I could tell by the
way that Diane was acting that May was fairly good at licking cunt.   I
made a note to my self to start having the slaves tested for oral
skills on a women as part of their testing.   While watching May go
down on Diane was sort of hot, I decided that this was group dynamic
that I need to break up.

I went down the hall to their room, opening the door with no warning.

"And what do you thing your doing, Diane?"

She turned her head and looked at me "Getting my cunt licked by this
slut.  That's her job, her main mission in life."

I locked eyes with her.  Then, with out warning hit the pair of them
with a level 7 shock, which knocked them out fairly quickly, with Diane
falling over May.  I pulled Diane off of May, then picked up May and
moved her to one of the wall chain sets.  After I chained her to the
wall, I broke a smelling salts capsule under her nose.  She awakened
with a start.

I walk back over to Diane and woke her was well.  Once she was awake,
and sort of sitting up, I addressed the slaves "OK, as of this time, no
one is to go down on Diane unless directed to by me, and that's not
very likely.  On the other hand, Diane is to lick your pussy when ever
you ask.  If you don't think she is doing a good enough job of it, let
a staff member know and she will be punished.  Oh, and this room in
monitored", pointing at the dome camera, "And if we don't see Diane
going down on at least half of you every day, all of you will be
punished that night.  Do I make my self clear?   Diane, you can start
with May, right now."

I pointed at Lucy Salas, one of the two black haired girls, and the
only one with a tattoo.  "Lucy, how old are you?"

She looked at me, then said "I just turned 26.  Got a present, my boy
friend gave a necklace on my birthday." She said this while playing
with her slave collar.

I snorted "At least he didn't invite you out for BBQ, like Terrie's
boyfriend did."

She looked back at me "There is that."

I nodded "Well, this might be your lucky day.  Seems an older woman
want to buy a biker chick to go along with her husband's new
motorcycle.  You are the only one that meets all of her criteria.  Come
with me."

I took her back to my office.  As I was leaving, the rest of the slaves
were standing in a semi-circle around Diane, who was going down on May,
who was still chained to the wall.  I suspect that Diane would end up
going down on all of them this afternoon.

We waited in my office for a few minutes, until Ingrid stuck her head
in to the room, "There is a Mrs. Mcclure to see you."  "Send her in."

Mrs. Mcclure walked into the office and took one look at Lucy and went
"She's perfect.  You say she is a real life biker gang slut?"


I nodded "Well, technically not any more, but yes, she was sold to me
by a bike gang."

Mrs. Mcclure pulled out her check book "And how much for her."

I thought about it, in general, she was highly skilled as a sex toy,
but she did have the biker look about her, which normally would have
lowered her value, but not in this case.

"$2,000" I said, being willing to drop it to as low as $1,200.  Mrs.
Mcclure just said "I make this out to Spellbook Slaves, right?"

"That is correct."  With that, I took the check and ran it through the
check scanner, and did a EFT e-check.  I stamped the check received,
payed the federal tax, and was about to do the transfer of status on
Lucy.  "Who name do you want her to be under, yours or your husbands?"


"Oh, mine, definitely mine."  With that information, I finished the
transfer.
While I was doing that, Mrs. Mcclure turned to Lucy "OK, here are the
rules.  You are my slaves, not Fred's  Don't forget that.  You are to
ride with him when ever he gets on that damn toy of his.  If he wants
you to suck on his dick, you may do that.  If he wants to bugger you,
he may do that, but you are not to let him fuck you in you pussy, do
you understand me?  If I find out you fucked him, I will have you
strung up and whipped.  If your not out ridding with Fred, or sucking
him off, you are to help me with the house work.  Or should I say, do
the house work, I'm not going to be doing it much more my self."

Lucy took all of this in "You mean all I have to do is ride with your
husband, blow him every once and while, and do a little housekeeping?"
She looked at me "If you ever see Snake again tell him 'Lucy says
thanks for the birthday present, it's the best one ever'".  With that,
she stood up, and walked over to Mrs. Mcclure, who took her by the arm
and started out the door.  As they left I heard Lucy say "So, Mistress,
what kind of bike does Fred have?"

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