Len, Jean and Vinny – Classic

This is a Classic WSA2000 story, from March 2006 (Usenet days!)  It has been edited to current names and prices.

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It’s early morning. I’d been out last night collecting bar flies. 3 of them were re-sold to their boyfriends, and one to her girlfriend. I still had 2 in the new slave in-processing room to deal with because their “significant others” either were not reachable or didn’t really want them back. I’m on my second cup of Needwood tea and have just not really woken up. Vicky comes into the office and tells me that there is a Mr. Frederik to see me. I asked her to send him in.

Mr. Frederik is a 40ish white guy, wearing a casual suit. He starts off, “My name is Len Frederik. My wife, Jean, is cheating on me. I want you to capture her and enslave her whore ass.”

“Capture?”

“Yes, she’s here in Eastlake on a business meeting. We don’t live in Eastlake, I flew in to speak with you on this matter. I’ve seen your show. Go to her hotel and stun gun her ass and bring her back. I’ll pay extra if you do it in public.”

“I see. I need your social security number, her social security number and two forms of ID from you, plus your actual address.” Turns out he’s from Kentucky, which is good because they have a net addressable database like Oklahoma does. Everything checks out, and his whiz quiz was clean, so we are good to go here. He gives me a collection of photos of his wife, including a full nude, the address of the hotel and a number to reach him after I capture her. As I look over the photos of his wife, an attractive blond, I tell him I will attempt to get her this afternoon. He thanks me and leaves.

I finish my cup of tea and check my schedule. Looks to be clean for most of the afternoon. Have a couple of calls this morning, but seems like it should be a more or less slow day. While I decide if I want another cup of Needwood or if I want to switch to Earl Grey, Vicky rings the intercom. “I have a Mr. Greenfeld to see you”. I asked her to show him in. Mr. Greenfeld is, well, oily. Wearing a cheap leather jacket with jeans. “Hi, the name is Vinny Greenfeld, and I’m just in town for a meeting this week. I’ve been banging this chick at the meeting and, well, I just thought it would be cool to leave with some cash for my troubles. It’s not like I made sales quota this week.” I ask him if he has the required proof that he is a person of personal contact, and he tells me that he’s been taping his banging. He slides me a USB stick. Sigh, more bad amateur porn…

I put the stick into the computer and brought up the video app. Staring back at me on the screen is Jean Frederik, naked and on top of Vinny. I click to the next chapter and see them at it again. I click next, and verify that there are in fact 3 sex acts with the two of them, with valid time date stamps. I eject the stick and put it in the folder I’ve started on this conversion.

I drum my fingers on the desk. “We have a problem. Mr. Frederik was in earlier this morning requesting Jean’s conversion.”

Vinny looks at me and asks, “How did you know her name?”

I give him the “listen to what I say” look, “Didn’t you hear me, her husband wants her enslaved. Let me make a call.”

I called Len’s cell number that he gave me. After I ID myself to him, I asked him if he knows anyone named Vinny Greenfeld. He tells me he doesn’t. I told him that it might be a good idea to drop by my office. I call Vicky in and ask her to take Mr. Greenfeld to one of the waiting rooms, and to get a slave to blow him while he is waiting if he likes. He stands up and as they are leaving I hear Vinny ask Vicky “Got any redheads? I like redheads”.

About 30 minutes later, Mr. Frederik arrives. After he gets seated, I ask him how he knows that Jean is cheating on him. He replies, “Because while we were out drinking last week, Jim told me.”

OK, now I’m confused. “Who is Jim?”

“Jim Wallace, one of my friends. We used to work together.”

I trigger the monitor for the waiting room that Vinny is in. He’s in one of the easy chairs with a redhead on her knees in front of him, blowing him. “Do you know this man?”

He watches at the TV, “No, should I?”

I nod. “Yeah, you should. He’s screwed Jean at least three times this week and wants to convert her.”

He looks at the screen a bit, then snorts. “Does he want to keep her?”

I shrug, “I don’t think so. Said he wanted to make a little extra cash this week.”

Len tilts his head to the side and thinks for a moment. “How much do you think I would get for Jean?”

I thought about it for a minute. “Assuming she doesn’t have some sort of issue that would lower her value, around 1000, maybe 1200. More if you don’t mind knowing that she’s going to be tortured to death on cable TV.”

Len shakes his head, “No, I don’t want that, I mean, not really. I mean, if that’s what happens, I’m fine with it, but I would rather not insure it. And I’d just a soon not have her sold to one of those BBQ places either, not if you have a choice. Hmm. Maybe I can make a deal with this Vinny guy. Can I talk to him?”

I looked at Len, “You’re not going to punch him out or anything for fucking your wife, are you?”

Len looks like I’m crazy for saying that. “Why would I do that? I’d already decided to get rid of her ass before I knew about him. It’s not like I’m still in love with her credit card maxing ass anymore.” He thinks for a second, then says, “Now that I think about it, I really don’t care if you sell her to the cable TV people. How much more are we talking?”

I brought up the Torture Channel’s web page and follow a few links. “Looks like about a two grand, plus or minus small change. A little more if she qualifies for their ‘Hotties’ program.”

He nods his head firmly. “OK, let’s see what sort of deal Mr. Greenfeld and I can reach here.” I asked Vicky to have Vinny brought in.

After he comes into the office, I introduce him to Len, “This is the husband of the chick you were banging”. Vinny, predicable, looks a bit upset by this information. “Look, it didn’t mean anything, you know about being on the road…” Len waves if off, “I was here to have her enslaved myself, don’t worry about it.”

Vinny sits back down and looks relived. “So, how do we do this?” I ask.

Len turns to me and asks, “How can you pay?”

I told him “Well, what I can do is, after one of you signs the paperwork, I can effect a capture, then run the pregnancy test on her. Assuming she passes that, I can pay you my baseline. Because you have asked to have her sold to The Torture Channel, you will be eligible for a bonus payment, assuming they take her option. That, of course, means she will be tortured, possible to death, on their cable TV channel.”

Len looks over at Vinny, “So, want to split the payments or do you want to flip for it?”

Vinny looks up at the ceiling and mutters to himself. He pulls his head down, “Let’s split the check. When will you know if she’s been accepted by the cable guys?”

I looked at the clock. “If I get her before 1:00 PM, we should know this afternoon. They send somebody around to check my stock once a week, and today’s the day. I’ve got a couple of friends I can call, but they don’t really like to make special runs for one slave.”

Vinny offers up the detail that from 11:30 to 12:00 this morning she’s going to be on the panel at a luncheon at the Eve’s Mark hotel downtown. I smile about this. The Eve’s Mark chain of hotels is owned by National Media. They rather specifically don’t have a “No Slavers in the hotel” rule, like so many of the other national chains do. Funny that.

I thank the men and tell them that I will give them a call when I have her in my control, there are hand shakes all around, and Vinny tells Len he knows about a great place for an early lunch. They leave talking about basketball. You got to love male bonding.

I called the downtown Eve’s Mark and found out what group is holding the luncheon. It’s the National Group of Light Industry, Human Resource Special Interest Group. I ask to speak to one of the committee chairs, if possible. After a few minutes, I get put on with a Mr. Donald Fries. I explain to Mr. Fries that I have a valid conditional enslavement paper on one of their panel members. He responds to this with, “So, Jean’s getting enslaved?”. I say, “Well, yes, but how did you know?” “She’s the only one who qualifies on the panel. I know the other two women on the panel have minor children. So, when are you going to do it?”

I think about it. “That would sort of be up to you, however, I have a business case for doing it before noon today.”

He replies, “Oh, good thing you called when you did. Can you get here in the next 30 minutes or so? We are having a meeting of the panel members then, and you can pick her up then.”

I tell him that I should be able to make that, then add, “You’re being very cold-blooded about this, can I ask why?” “I’m in Human Resources, enslavement is a fact of life in the modern workplace. And I knew that Eve’s Mark doesn’t have a ‘No Slavers’ rule when I chose this hotel. There isn’t anything I can do to stop you, so it’s in my best interest to have it disrupt the conference as little as possible.”

I get the room number of their meeting, and thank him. As I gather my kit together, I see a small group of what appear to be cheerleaders coming up the path to the door. I tell Vicky to find out what this gaggle of bimbos wants and to deal with it if possible, I’ll be back in an hour or so.

 

I arrive at the Eve’s Mark downtown hotel, and park the van in the loading dock area. I check the stun gun then head up to the 3rd floor. I found the room, and knocked on the door. I hear a muffled “Come in.” I open the door, expecting to find a small group of people talking about, oh, I don’t know, whatever Catbert’s talk about when they are together. Instead, I find Jean, in her bra and panties, kneeling on the floor in front of one of those business chairs that hotels are so fond of. In the chair is a balding man in his 50s. His pants are down and she is blowing him. He looks up at me, “Ah, Mr. West. You’re here a bit early. Can you let her finish?”

I nod. “Jean Frederik, a person of personal contact, one Vinny Greenfeld, has requested that you be enslaved, pursuant to the White Slave Act of 2000. At this time, you are provisionally enslaved, pending the results of your pregnancy test. I also have an enslavement request from your legal husband, Len Frederik. Now finish blowing Mr. Fries”. With that, she turns back to Donald and takes his cock back into her mouth. If anything, it’s gotten harder as I read off the enslavement to her. He grabs her head and starts face fucking her. “I think I will cum in your mouth now, you slave slut! You’re not too good to eat my cum now, you slut!” He keeps this up for about 30 seconds, then holds her head down as he empties into her mouth. After he finishes, he kicks her back. “Take her, Mr. West.”

I looked down at Jean Frederik, who was laying where she had been kicked back to, with a trace of cum on her face.  I hold up the stun gun, “Do I need to use this?” She shakes her head back and forth as she sits up. “I’m going to gag you any way.” With that, I shove a ball gag into her mouth and fasten the straps behind her head, then pull her to her feet. I put a set of cuffs on her, with her arms behind her back, then lead her out of the room. “Thank you, Mr. Fries,” I say as we leave.

I get her secured in the van. As we start to head back to my office, I tell her the facts of her new life. “Unless you are pregnant at this time, you have been converted into a slave. Your husband and Vinny have agreed to split the check for you. Moreover, both of them have asked that you be sold, if possible, to The Torture Channel, and I will warn you that if you are bought by them, you will undergo public torture, then, and will likely, be killed on the Torture Channel cable TV station.” We were at a stop light, so I turned and looked back at her. Tears were streaming down her face. No matter what else this woman was, and it appears that she’s a bit of a cock hound, she would rather not be enslaved. I reached back to release the ball gag from her, warning her that if she starts screaming, I will taser her on the spot. She doesn’t but does start, “Please, Sir, don’t take me. Let me go, tell them you couldn’t find me.”

I shake my head, “Can’t do that. I’m not even going to say I’m sorry about that, either.”

She sobs. “If you can’t do that, then at least, please, don’t sell me to the snuff shows. Len watches those sometimes. Makes me suck him while he does, it’s horrible what they do to those girls.”

I reply “If you meet their needs this week, that’s where you’re going, if not, well, we will see. Len did say he would rather you not be sold to a BBQ place, but if that’s the only option, he can live with that. Seems he doesn’t really care if you live or die, and in fact, would rather you died.”

She sobbed in silence for the rest of the trip back to the office.

When we got to the office, I opened the door and brought her in to the waiting room. I removed the cuffs from her and handed her a sample cup. “Fill this to the line. This is your last hope.” She went into the ladies room and brought it back a few moments later. I put a drop on the DAP card. It came back clean. “Jean Frederik, you are enslaved at this time.” With that, I put a collar on her, then pushed the intercom button. “Vicky, come escort this slave to the holding area.” Vicky comes in, muttering, “I don’t understand other teenagers at all.” I looked at them, “What did that mob all want to volunteer?” Vicky shook her head, “No, you remember that pair that came in last week wanting to be graded?” I nodded, “Seems that they went to the same school as those girls. They wanted to be graded as well. Thomas and that assistant of his talked two of them into signing conditionals. If in the next 90 days you get a request for a spit muffin meeting their body type, well, you’ve got them. I processed their papers and contacted their parents, more than anything else, to explain why they had collars on. I used the digital cell model on them, so you should be able to activate their collars anywhere in the country, not just within range of our network.” She raised her hands, “I know they are expensive, but the possible trade-off is worth it. I told them the that they would get a shock if their conditional enslavement was activated, and they had 2 hours to report, or their heads would be blown off. I did a demo to make sure that they were active and to show them what it felt like.”

I looked at Vicky, “Let me guess, you have a standing order for a spit roast matching their body types.” Vicky smiled back, “Only one of them, but give me some time.”

Vicky was starting to lead Jean away. “Vicky, wait, if Thomas is here, I need to talk to him anyway. I’ll take her back to be graded.” I took Jean by the hand and headed back to the room that Thomas and Debby-Ann did their grading. I walk in and find Debby-Ann on her knees in front of Thomas, who is in the process of unloading one of his massive cums on to her face. “Thomas, we have dozens of slaves in this building. Why do you insist on cumming on the only mistress in the company face?” Debby-Ann looks up at me, “Because we just graded 10 prime young sluts, and I was major hot. I wanted to put one on a Jessica 3000 machine, but if I can’t do that, I want to have a hard cock in my mouth.” What can you say to logic like that? “Oh. I see, of course, certainly, cum on her face then. But when you are done, this is Jean, I know she’s not a cheerleader, but see what her grade is please, then have one of the girls take her to the storage room. I need her graded before Phil comes in this week to evaluate for TTC” As Debby-Ann went to get a rag to clean her face off, Thomas asked “Stamp, tattoo or brand?” I looked at her “Stamp, I think. If TTC doesn’t want her, we can redo it later as needed.”

About 20 minutes later, Thomas and Debby-Ann walked into my office. “We are leaving out for the day, got some other places to do this afternoon. Jean was a borderline Grade A. Really more of a Grade B. Definitely not live roaster material, among other things, she’s got fake tits. That a major down check right there. Plus her body fat level is just a little low, so all in all, good prime fuck toy, not a so much as meat. For what it’s worth. See you on the morrow.”

While I waited on Phil to arrive, I went over my books. Well, looked at the reports that Celina had done for me. I really need to come up with a way to reward her, I would have a hard time doing my business without her. Need to think on that a bit.

Right on time, Phil arrived. He stuck his head into my office and said, “I’m going back to check, anybody you want to me to give a close check on? Or any wonderful ones?”

I told him that he should do a close check on Jean because both of the requesters had expressed an interest in her becoming a torture slave, and that a couple of the bar flies were rather hot, and as so far unclaimed.

His eyes went up at the “both” bit, “You have got to tell me that story some time…”

“It’s all on tape. I suspect it will be on the show tonight.”

About 10 minutes later, Phil came back. “I can give you 1100 for the two blond bar flies, but no can do with the housewife, what’s her name, Jean?”.

Well, that’s that. I signed the report, and was told that TTC would be sending a truck by to pick the two blonds up in the morning. Phil said he would be back next week.

I thought about it for a minute. I asked Vicky to get a sex skills tester in and have them test Jean, and see if they could do it today. A few minutes later, Vicky tells me that somebody from “S&F Testing” would be by within the hour. I called Len up on his cell and told him that National Media didn’t want Jean, and she was marginal as meat, and didn’t get a live roaster endorsement, but I still had one more possible high dollar client, but It would require a test to be run on her, and that the test cost $50.00. He told me that I should deduct the test cost from the payout. I thanked him and told him I would get back to him.

The tester from “Suck and Fuck testing” showed up, right on time. I
had Vicky take him back to see Jean. Roughly an hour later, he drops by my office, and gives me a report. Her vaginal sex skills were rated at around 60%, anal were even worse, but her oral skills were rated at 99% He explained that they aren’t allowed to give out 100%, but if they did, she would have gotten one. It seems she has no gag reflex, and can take an 18″ test dildo all the way in and hold it for any length of time. “You are never going to choke that chick, at least not with a cock. Plus, she knows what to do with her tongue and lips. And she gives a real blow job, not a porn star job, which just looks good.”

I pick up my phone and call “Deep Kiss Traders”. Jill answers the phone. “Jill, this is Mike West over at Spellbook, can I talk to Fred please?” I hear her call out, “Dad! It’s Mr. West, he wants to talk to you…”

Fred picks up the phone, and I hear him chuckle, “Some day she will learn about the hold button, what can I do for you, and Jill still isn’t for sale.”

I laughed back, “Actually, she wasn’t why I called this time. What is your going rate for a slave that tests out at 99% on her oral skills?”

Fred gets serious. “Depends on who did the testing. I don’t trust some of them.”

I reply “It was S&F, last time I checked they weren’t on your shit list”.

“No, they are OK. Would add 5 points or so to their anal scores, but aside from that, they are good. Why, you got one that tested that high?”

“Yeah, I do, and to be honest, I’m phasing out my rental business. Between you me and the wall, I would advise you to get out of the general sex slave rental business by, oh, start of school next year.”

“Damn, they are going through with that? I thought there was a lawsuit holding it up.

“There was, but they reached a compromise last week. Your oral sluts business shouldn’t be effected, nor will my torture slaves, but general sex rentals are a dead letter in Eastlake starting next school year. The only way you’re going to compete is find a niche and stick to it, which is why I’m getting out of the non-torture slaves business, which is why I have this highly skilled oral slave for sale, not in my rental stable.”

I heard a bit of keyboarding. “So which one is she?”

I give him the camera number, knowing that he is checking her via the website that The Torture Channel has to support my show.

“She’s a looker. A lot of the ones that test that high aren’t. Something about needing to compensate”

“Her tits are fake, by the way”

“Teach your granny to suck eggs. I can tell that from here “.

“How much for her?” I ask.

I hear some keyboarding, “A S&F 99% that looks good? I can go a two grand.” I do my figuring. After taxes and everything, that means 300 to me and around 650 for each of the requesters. I can live with that. “OK, works for me. When do you want her?”

Fred replies, “I’ll send Jill over this afternoon.”

I call Len up and hear bar noises. “I take it you and Vinny are drinking lunch. Drop by, and I can cut you both a check for $650 each for Jean. Seems she is a blow job queen, and I’m selling her to a company that specializes in those. For what it’s worth, the life expectancy of a slave in a suck club is about 9 months, assuming they offer noose sucks, which most do.”

I hear Len call out “Hey, Vinny, we get 650 for the slut, work for you?” The reply is difficult to make out, but after a second, Len comes back on the phone and says, “Be there in an hour or so.”

They arrive, in fact, in less than an hour, take their checks and head back out. I hear Vinny say to Len, “Hey, I’m going to be in town for the rest of the week, let’s see if we can catch ourselves another slut or two to sell.” Len replies, “Sounds like a plan to me…” I shake my head, feeling that I haven’t seen the last of those two.