Collecting some Charismatic Coeds

We don’t get many calls from “Brother Charisma University”. It’s a rather straight laced full on Christian school that isn’t, in general, the sort of place that calls for slave pickups. So I was rather surprised when we got a call from them that they had an emergency, and we needed to be there as soon as possible. Mr. West sent us out to get them. He said that all three were most likely overkill. Debby-Ann said, “Better to have overkill than not enough kill”. The Boss man agrees and decided to send all three of us out anyway.

Debby-Ann tells me that I’m taking point and she and Henry will act as back up “In case it gets ugly”. This is normal. I think she likes just standing back, looking like a threat in her mistress leathers and armed with a shot gun. Henry’s main job is driving the van and helping “man handle” the slaves into it, so it’s normal for him as well.

We get to their campus, passing under their famous giant praying hands entryway, to be met by 3 of their security officers.

“We have them ready for you. At least, I think they are. This isn’t normal for us. Allow me to explain. About 2 hours ago, 5 of our 2nd year girls returned from a trip off campus. We noticed that the seemed a little unstable on their feet. I had my deputy give them a breath test, and they all showed that they had been drinking more than we allow. I summoned the student security auxiliary, who informed me that if we called for a pickup, they would have to be stripped. I directed them to do so and to stand guard over them until you arrived.”

OK. A group of coeds went out, got a little drunk and, on returning to their school, they are hassled by the rent-a-cops then stripped and “guarded” by several Christian Frat Dudes. Is this a cool country or what?

While I’m walking with Officer Friendly (no, really, that’s the name on his badge, J. Friendly) I see a large group of dudes standing in a circle, making with loud commentary. Basically, saying that whores deserve what they get. Officer Friendly hands me a list of names, and some papers showing the “university’s” rules about behavior. Yeah, they have violated them, so this is a legit pickup. I start my standard speech.

Diana Pearson, Raquel Cunningham, Faith Morton, Holly Dean and Ollie Gregory. You have committed offenses in violation of the morals clauses of the code of conduct for this university. According to the contract you signed with Brother Charisma University, violation of the moral’s clause can result in your conversion to persons of limited rights at the option of the university. They have elected to enforce the conversion options. You are at this time converted to persons of limited rights.

One of the Frat Dudes “standing guard” over them asked, “Ah, what’s going to happen to them?”

We’re going to sell them on the open market.

“How much would they go for?”

Based on how they look, a couple of grand each.

“Dude, wait a minute” The various Christ Bros gathered, pulling our wallets and talking among themselves

“Ah, we’ve got $2,500. Can we buy Faith?”

Sure, but I didn’t think you were allowed to keep slaves here.

“Oh, we aren’t going to keep her. We want to hang her. She is the worst sort of whore and needs to be put in her place. To act as a warning to the others.”

Officer Friendly looks like he’s going to burst with pride. “That’s my boys. Doing the Lord’s work, even with their own money”.

As I lead the other four new slaves away, I see them toss a noose over the “praying hands” archway and haul Faith up, naked and not tied. She fights against being strangled, but after no more than 10 minutes, she loses her fight and hangs dead. “We will leave her up there for a day or two” Officer Friendly tells me. “I’m glad the boys came through, helps my budget to no end. Would have hated to have to spend petty cash on getting the warning whore.”