Crystals slave grading adventure Part 19

[mikey22]

Crystal Misty and mom, quickly rolls up their new slave yoga mats, with them tucked under their arms. They stand at the counter together.

“ Do the three of you want to be graded? “
The man asks.

“ Yes “
Mom responded with a smile.

“ That will be $1,500.00 “

“ That’s kind of steep? Ain’t it? “

“ It’s $500.00 a piece. “

“ Don’t you think I should qualify for a senior discount? “

Yeah moms gonna try anything to try to Jew him down.

The young man just shakes his head.

“ Well okay then. “
Mom said opening up her purse, she brings out her checkbook.

“ If you pay by check, they’ll be a 24 hour hold on it. And you’ll have to come back when the check clears. “

Hearing that really set Crystal off.
She goes to shaking her head with that red rubber ball gag still in her mouth.

“ No way mom! I’ve been through to much to put this off any longer! “

That’s what she said, but all that could be heard was angry grunts coming from her gagged mouth.

“ Young man! Do you not know who I am? “
Mom asks him point blank.

“ Lady I don’t give a damn who you are! “
He said coldly.

“ You’re just another cunt as far as I’m concerned!”
He added.

But who can blame him. All these women coming through this place, all think that they’re somebody special. They all think they should be treated with knit gloves. And be talked to as if they should be respected. Or have some sort of special rights or something.
Ain’t none of that shit happening.

A woman might get her way with her pussy whipped husband or boyfriend. And she thinks she can do it, just cause she can deny him of her cunt. But here at the slave market, she’s nothing but tits, ass and pussy. And she’ll be treated just as that.

Mom digs around in her purse a little more, and finds that money clip.

The arrogant jerk behind the counter’s demeanor instantly changed, as mom started peeling off those hundred dollar bills.

“ Damn! She’s loaded! Maybe she’s somebody special after all? “
He says to himself.

“ You’ll get a 10% discount for paying in cash. “

“ Oh thank you! “

“ But if you want your own copies of your pink shots? It’ll be $150.00 a piece. “

“ Well there went my discount and then some! “
Mom complains.

“ Mom what are the pink shots? “
Misty asks.

“ Those are your naked pictures they’re gonna take of you. “

“ Naked pictures of me? And you? Eww! I’ll pass on that! “

“ You know those would be a perfect Christmas present for Mikey? “

“ Hell no! He’ll take them to work and show them off to everybody! “

She’s probably got a point with that one.

Crystal thought is jumping up and down again.

“ I want my pictures! Please mom! “

Mom sees the excitement in Crystals eyes and expressions.

“ Okay okay I’ll pay so you can have your own set. “

Crystal tries to spread her arms, so she could hug mom, but her cuffed wrists wouldn’t allow it.

So she just nuzzled her red ball gag against moms cheek as if she was kissing her.

Mom finishes paying the man. He then brings out them damn official looking forms. The ones with all that fine print that takes a team of lawyers to explain it all to you.

Mom quickly opens her purse, and finds her reading glasses. She puts them on and studies the forms.

If the grading candidate grades Prime. The branding is free of additional charges.
Non Prime branding will be $1,000.000

Which will be the word Natchez And it will be burnt right into the cheek of her ass.

A Prime graded brand will have the word Prime with a plus or minus sign above the word Natchez.
This is a very prestigious brand.

“ Damn! They think highly of there brands! Wonder if I should ask Misty? “

She looks at Misty, noticing her chubby belly, knowing there’s no way she’d grade Prime with that.

“ I better not. She might say yes and it would cost me a thousand more bucks. “

Mom checks the grading and branding box for Crystal. On her form.

“ Just sign at the bottom. “
Mom said pointing to the little X next to the line.

Crystal looks hard at the form, studying it for herself.
Seeing all the different categories of slaves there was.

Self indentured
Court ordered
Selective service slave
Plesiosaur slut slave
Intern slave
Expert slave
Exceptionally talented slave
Laborer slave
Weekends Day shift Evening shift Night shift Rotating shift. Part time or Full time slave.

“ It reads out like a job application? “
Crystal says to herself. As she signs the form.

Mom checks just the grading box for Misty, and shows her where to sign.

Mom herself checks the grading box, but fights back the urge to check the self indenture box.
With a sigh she quickly hands the form over to the guy.

An expert slave with a 3 star ranking, displayed on her collar walks out.

“ Which one of you want to be first? “

There was no doubt which one that was gonna be.
Crystal gets all excited.

“ I’ll need you to remove her collar, gag, leash, cuffs. “

“ Great! Finally I can get to talk! “
Crystal says to herself.

But as mom removes the gag. The guy behind the counter, holds up that can of devoice antidote. He sprays it down Crystals throat.

“ Squeak…Squeak…Squeak! “

“ I don’t recommend trying to talk. “
Mom says to her, as she gives her a quick hug.

“ Why won’t nobody let me talk? “
Crystals feelings are hurt by this.
She’s the intellectual one of the group. She’s one of those kinds of people that loves people. She’s a bundle of positivity. When you’ve been around Crystal she has the effect on you, that you just feel happy, positive and uplifted.

The three star expert slave lead’s Crystal away from mom and Misty. She turns back to look at mom and Misty, wishing that they could all three go through it together. Sort of like they did at their first gynecologist appointment.
Crystal remembers that fondly. As mom stripped down in front of them. And got on the table and spread her legs, so that dirty old man could feel her up, as if it was no big deal at all.

[Mr. Smith]

You just have to love a mother that checks the branding box for her daughter without telling her. After all, mom knows best. I have to say, that sounds like one hell of a big brand.

[Belinda]

Another splendid part. The branding is a heartwarming gesture by her mother to endorse.

[imreadonly2]

This section made me think a bit about the economics of slavery, and what prices the auction houses charge for what. I had always thought The Big D viewed slave gradings, slave gear, distress loans, temporary brandings, and Any Chance? Auctions as part of their cost of sales, and booked them as inventory overhead. The point of all of these services is to secure inventory for the auction block.

Assume I take in 50 girls and sell them for $30,000 each (a fairly low price). Assuming they pay their wranglers an average of 100K a year and it takes two FTES (full time equivalents) to process the 50 girls through wash, training, auction, branding, etc. This means your direct cost of sale is about $1,000. If they get 10% of the auction price (another low figure), that means their gross profit is (($30,000 * 50) * .10) - $1,000 = $149,000.

It's not all pure profit, as they doubtlessly spend a lot on lobbying and political protection, although a chunk of that is given in the form of free services provided by the girls themselves. Rather ironic when a newly collared slave girl blows the judge who sentenced her to slavery, or the greedy uncle who decided she'd be better off as a slave girl than a heiress. Security and advertising is also a cost, as is the overhead cost of the plant and management staff, but with the ability to clear over $100,000 profit in a single auction, it was a license to print money.

The slave mall is a profit center, as the high end stores that sell the more expensive diamond collars definitely turn a profit. Plus "slave merchandise" is overpriced, so The Big D can order dog kennels and simply rebrand them as slave kennels, with only the most minor of modifications. So you could give 1,000 hot girls a free grading, temporary branding, collar, and kennel, and other trinkets, cynically calculating that if only one of them enslaves themselves they'll still make money. With this sort of economic model, you can see how the Big D is more like a casino than a retail store, and the only way they can go broke is if their inventory doesn't walk through the door.