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Animate Rentals Part 5

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This is a rough draft and doing final edits. Many thanks to Zeechromosome, Avicia, Carl Bradford, Mr. Smith and Danicalli299

Trent was pleased with Zach Riley’s purchases. A thirty four year old legal secretary that had been picked up as a court ordered private sale. She had been pre placed with her old firm for the next six months after her second offense DUI. As far as anyone other than the senior partner knew she was going to be “working from home.” Trent’s uncle had renovated part of the old resort’s conference center to an office cube farm that allowed Animate Rentals to offer a fig leaf for an employer to retain the services of an essential employee without their customers or clients knowing that their account manager, personal assistant or legal secretary was wearing a collar. As an added bonus, the senior partner could regularly visit and butt fuck his legal secretary evenings and weekends for the next six months. Trent wondered if his wife would continue to welcome the anal poundings once her collar came off and she returned from out of town once her “sick aunt” got better.

The two slave cocks, twenty and twenty two, had discovered that the silver haired bar owner that they tried to relieve of his Saturday night receipts had received the Navy Cross for a reason. The retired Force Recon Marine had made short work of the two would be freelance socialists. Edith Mallory of Mallory Farms had inquired about some field hands. Two years with her and her daughters would likely teach them the value of honest work. Not to mention the fine art of orally pleasuring domini. Trent made a note to make sure that the two got instructions on anal sphincter exercises. As much as those ladies loved to peg, he did not want to return those two to the court at the end of their terms with permanently gaped assholes.

The last four coming off the bus caused his eyes to go wide. He turned to his chief buyer.

"Zach, how did you get two matched mother-daughter pairs?"


"I don't really believe it myself, Trent. The redheaded pair were in a dress shop looking for prom dresses. The brunette pair wanted the same dress. The mothers got into it and the daughters joined them. They messed the shop up, the shop owner pressed charges and you see them now. All four have 11 month 29 day sentences."


"How much did they cost?"


"Trent that's the best part, they were late add-ons so they were not in the program. I got all four for just fifty thousand. I know I went thirty thousand over the daily budget but this was too good to pass up.”


"Don’t worry about it. You did great. That sounds like you got them all for their minimum bids."


"Pretty close, like I said since they weren't in the program all of the serious bidders had left for the day. The only reason I hung around was because the deputy at the gate tipped me off. The two husbands got there just as the gavel fell on the last one."


"How did they take it?"


"They tried to buy them off of me. But the best they could come up with was thirty thousand. I got their contact information and mentioned evening rental possibilities."


“ I look forward to those phone calls.” Trent chuckled.” Well, time to give the ‘Welcome to Animate Rentals” talk.”

Malcom had directed the new inventory into the gym and had them all kneeling in a line in the display position.

"Welcome to Animate Rentals. I am Dominus Trent Langford. I own the company. I also own you for your terms of penal slavery. In case you didn’t get the lecture in processing, you speak when spoken to and refer to a free person as dominus, or domina if a woman. You are either a slave cock or slave cunt, depending on what is between your legs. You may or may not be allowed clothes depending on your ultimate assignment. Questions?"

"Mis... Dominus Trent, what kind of assignment?" Trent looked at the younger redhead who posed the question. Cornflower blue eyes and slightly smaller tits than Daisy along with a more voluptuous figure. Works out but not a jock.

“That depends on the information in your presentence report and assessment tests...” he took a quick glance at his wrist comp, “Vixen.”

“Her name is Jud...” a slapping sound of leather on bare flesh, “ooooww.”

‘Silence, slave cunt. If Dominus Trent wants your tongue to wag he will put something in front of it.” Trent turned to see Malcom meaningfuly slapping his ridging crop against his red kilt clad leg. The women’s blue eyes flashed and her impressive chest flushed but she held her tongue. Good.

“Thank you Malcom. Vixen is her name until I decided to change it or she has her free name of Judy restored when the collar around her neck comes off. Same that you are no longer Gretta but Baba. The young brunette kneeling next to you is Bambi and the woman next to her is Stormy. The slave cunt on the end is Lush. You all left your free names and even relationships in the courtroom with your clothes. Make no mistake.your free lives are on hold till you complete your sentences. Part of your slavery is that your bodies are available to the domini unless your owner or lessor says otherwise. Animate Rentals is all about customer service. Which is why we pride ourselves on our free use policy.”

The expressions on the faces of the four slave cunts ran the gaumont from fear on the part of Stormy, to concern on Bambi’s to outright interest on Baba’s part. What really surprised Trent was the resignation on the faces of the two new slave cocks. Trent confirmed his suspicions when his wristcomp informed him the pair had a previous 11/29 enslavement for assault in connection with a bar brawl. Purchased by Howard Littlefield. Littlefield was well known for purchasing buff eighteen year old men and introducing them to semen, sodomy, and the lash. So they think they know what's in store. Clearing his throat, Trent continued.

“Some of you have been preleased, "Asshole 1 and Asshole 2 here,”gesturing at the two slave cocks, ”won't be staying long as someone from Mallory Farms will be by to pick them up within the hour.”

The two slave cocks heads snapped up in unison, stark fear in their eyes. Asshole 1 babbled.

“Please Dominus Trent, please not that. My momma belongs to Ms Edith’s quilting circle! I’ve heard...” Asshole 2 interrupted him, terror in his voice.

“My momma does too. Please Dominus! Sell us to Chaps! Or call Dominus Littlefield, he liked us. We made a nice matched set for his sulky.”

Malcolm was was about to apply the crop to the two begging slave cocks. Trent waived him off as a black haired woman of indeterminate age had come up behind the line. She had the tan of a person who spent a lot of time outside and the trim physique of someone who got her muscles from hard work, not gym equipment. She looked inquiringly to Trent, who nodded at her unspoken question.

“Billy, Tommy you should be scared. Your momma’s are so ashamed that you are back in collars. I promised both of them that after two years in my care you two will be hardworking and honest members of society going forward. Good to know you two are broken to harness. Betty Jo has been bugging me about a green alternative to the ATVs we use.”

“That’s the first I’ve heard that they had pony experience. Perhaps we need to discuss the fee.” Trent interjected, smiling.”

“Just like your uncle, God rest his soul, looking to get the best price.” Ms. Edith chuckled, “ Not this time. I already checked in with Maria at the office and signed their leases and locked in the price.”

“Can’t blame a man for trying.” Trent looked to the two kneeling slave cocks,” Up, and bend and spread.”

“Yes dominus,” the pair chorused, sounding all the world like little boys being told to go clean up their room as they spread their legs and bent over, exposing the large “F” on each slave’s left cheek and the slave registration barcode on the right. Trent triggered the transfer feature on his wrist comp and a few beeps later she had the dispirited pair marching to her GMC pickup with two large wire cages in the back that usually carried Edith’s blue tick hounds around. Sure enough, the two slave cocks were installed in the cages. Malcom observed drily as the truck drove off.

“I wonder what stories those ladies tell at the quilting circle for a slave cock to beg to be sold to a gay BDSM brothel dominus.”

“I’ll tell you when you come up to the office to give the evening count. In the meantime, lets finish their in processing so they can get their physicals and chow.” Trent replied, turning back to the quartet of slave cunts. “You will each be examined by the staff medical director, Doctor Amanda. She’s a slave too, but like Malcom here, she speaks with my voice. Disobey, him, her or any other member of the permanent staff, free or slave, and you will be disciplined. Does anyone need a reminder of the disciplinary settings on your collars?”

“No, Dominus!”

“Understood, Dominus!”

“Dominus, please no”

“I want to be a good girl Dominus!”

The last response from Vixen made Trent wonder just how good a girl she could be. Oddly, he didn’t feel the urge to find out but decided then and there to have Malcom investigate. Trent had enrolled his straw boss in a human trial for Pripus from Zee Pharmaceuticals. The only side effects that Malcom had reported was that his engorged penis size was now eight inches and he had the libedo of a teenager along with the recovery time and frequency.

“Glad to hear it. At Animate Rentals we have found the best way to drive home your new situation is to expand your sexual boundaries. And by that, I mean tear them down. For the next eleven months and twenty nine days, ‘no’ is not in your vocabulary. Vixen, Stormy, I want you two licking each other’s cunts. Bambi and Baba, you do the same. Once you and your partner cum, run to the medical office for your physicals.”

Glancing at the quartet, Stormy looked stormy indeed. Time to nip that in the bud, Trent thought.

“If you don’t like your partner, Bambi and Vixen can switch.” Stormy’s mouth shut and her shoulders slumped as she moved towards Vixen, who had the older woman’s head between her thighs with her legs locked around her head as she dove into Stormy’s furry bush. Trent wondered why she hadn’t been shaved smooth during processing.

A moan from his left caused Trent to turn and see Baba on top of Bambi, aggressively licking the young girl’s cunt. She hadn’t been shaved either, which wasn’t slowing down the older redhead’s oral assault one bit. From the moaning between her legs and the way the eighteen year old had a death grip on Baba’s rather fine ass pulling her snatch on Bambi’s face, the young brunette was enjoying the experience. He turned his attention to the last kneeling slave, keying his wrist comp.

“Maria, send Daisy to reception.”

‘Yes Dominus.”

“May this slave ask a question?”

“You may Lush.”

“Is Daisy a slave cunt?”

“Yes.” Trent masked his irritation with the enslaved legal assistant who apparently hasn't paid attention.

“Oh good! My husband cut me off from the maid after I was arrested. I have been craving cunt for weeks.”

“So you’re bisexual.”

“Ever since college dominus. May this slave suck your cock while we wait?”

“I have a better idea.” waiving Malcolm over. “Attend to him.”

Attend she did. She flipped up his straw bosses kilt and was doing her best imitation of sucking a golf ball through a garden hose when Daisy bounced up and looked down at Lush effortlessly taking Malcolm’s cock to the root. Her mouth made a silent “wow”. She went to her knees in the present position.

“The dominus called?”

“Yes. Lush on all fours. Daisy, get between her legs. Make her cum. Malcolm, are your knees up to repositioning?”

“Absolutely Dominus. She’s got a fantastic mouth.”

Baba and Bambi were the first two to orgasm according to Tren’t collar monitor. Bambi got two to Baba’s one. Storm and Vixen were another matter. Storm had come three times and Vixen not at all. In the meantime both Lush and Malcolm achieved their releases. Trent gave his straw boss a hand up as Lush took it upon herself to coach Daisy.

“Yes, nibble on my clit. Be gentle. Yes, like that.”

"Dominus, may I take Lush over to medical. I want to make sure that Doctor Amanda doesn’t get... distracted by all the new meat.” Both men grinned at each other. Prior to her enslavement over a tax evasion charge, the good doctor had been a gold star lesiban. She was an excellent doctor and planned to continue after her release next year as part of a service providing home visit medical care to not only Animate Rentals stable but private pay patients as well. She considered sampling slave cunts a perk.

“Absolutely. The good doctor can be a little too thorough sometimes. Keep her on track.”

Returning his attention to Stormy and Vixen. Trent decided to add a new variable.

“Daisy, spank the brunette’s ass as hard as you can.”

“Absolutely dominus.” Daisy almost danced over to the rutting pair and started slapping the older woman’s fleshy butt like a drum.

“Stormy, you either give Vixen an orgasm or we beat your ass till its black and blue. No one is that bad licking cunt. I don’t know what your game is but I am not playing.”

Vixen had relaxed her legs and Stormy raised her head and mumbled. “I’ve never done it before.”

“Cunt, I have told you what to do for the last fifteen minutes. My dog can use his tongue better than what you’re doing. You aren’t listening to anything I tell you.” Vixen snapped.

“Dominious, please make her stop. My ass is on fire! I can’t concentrate.”

“Stormy, it stops when Vixen starts cumming. No sooner. Vixen, coach her.”

A few slaps and some pointed instruction later, Vixen started moaning.

“Finally! I told you that doing the alphabet on my clit works.”

Trent started pinching Vixen’s rock hard nipples, more as a reward for the redhead than to help Stormy along, causing the young girl to pant and moan.

“Like that do you Vixen?”

“Oh yes Dominus. Thank you! Oh yes slut, get ready for me.”

“Get ready” apparently meant get ready to be drenched in girl cum as Trent observed that Vixen was quite the squirter. The older woman tried to recoil but Vixen had grabbed her hair and forced her back into her sopping crotch. Daisy quit the spanking and was rubbing her hands while admiring her targets cherry red ass.

"Let her up Vixen. Stormy, present position. Vixen, go to medical. Now Stormy, since you are having difficulty with dining at the Y, you will be getting remedial training in addition to the normal orientation. Any questions?

"I'm no muff diver! That's perverted!"

"Wrong answer, " Daisy muttered.

"That's the second time that I've heard that today, " Trent said conversationally. Daisy, when you said that this morning what happened?"

"I licked cunt till my tongue got tired Dominus. Then I licked some more."

"Exactly. Get up Stormy. Go to medical. Lick every cunt in the waiting room."

But... Dominus, my daughter may still be there!"

"Your point? As far as the law is concerned, you don’t have a daughter till the collar comes off. Get moving. Also, after your physical, you have ten minutes to eat. The rest of the time you are to crawl to every slave cunt in the cafeteria and offer to lick them. My senior assistant Maria will test your technique after dinner. What happens after that is up to how well you please her. Dismissed."

The brunette slave walked slowly to the medical building. Too slowly. A button press and a yip later, Stormy broke into a jog. Trent turned to a smirking Daisy.

"Don't you have somewhere to be slave?"

"Ms. Maria told me to take care of your every need."

"Ok. I need you to make sure Ms. Maria gets to dinner and whatever else she wants you to do. "

"Yes Dominus."

***

The rest of the afternoon was routine. The first of the day rentals bus pulled up as Daisy headed back to the office. The early run consisted mostly of domestics, morning wait staff and kitchen workers. The kitchen group worked at the three schools that the company had contracts with, mostly older long term slaves. Domestics and wait staff were a mixed bag. Many wore traditional outfits straight out of a British period show. Some were decked out in client required garb that made a French maid outfit look conservative. Same for waiters and waitresses. Everybody stripped and turned in their issued clothing as they checked in. A waitress for Jesters with a ugly welt on her back caught his eye.

"Tab, how did you get that mark?"

"Domina Chief whipped me for dropping a platter that burned me."

"Check in with Doctor Amanda. Have her report her findings to me. I will have a dinner tray sent over. Plus, you're off work tomorrow.

"Yes Dominus Trent. Thank you. " The slave cunt made her way to the clinic.

"Dominus?" Trent turned to see a pudgy blond, Slot he recalled,handing a gray maid outfit to an attendant.

"Yes Slot?"

"If the Dominus allows, I can take her tray. We're roomies and I know what she likes."

"Do it. Thanks for volunteering. "

Trent turned and headed to the office. He had a file to review and calls to make.

***

Daisy opened the office without knocking, a loaded tray with drinks and dinner on it. Trent waved her in, gesturing to a chair.

"I don't give a damm if she’s an award winning chef. She not only raised a welt on my property, she cracked a rib. Your employee had two options. She can spend her next day off as a volunteer sub at the House of Pain and authorize the owner to report back to me. Or I can report this to the police. I am only giving this option because she's not on the slave abuse registry and I don't want to hurt your business... she will?...good. Talk to you later. "

"Dimitri, you're going to get a special guest Monday. She needs some time on the other end of the cane. Tessa Van is her name. Head Chief at Jesters... you know her. Ohhhh... so she should know better. Let me know how it works out. Bye."

"Ms. Maria told me not to knock if you were on the phone and you didn't have anyone in your office. "

"You did fine. Did you eat?"

"No Dominus. Ms. Maria suggested that I should eat with you."

"She did, did she?"

"Yes Dominus. You told me to do what she tells me." She looked a little concerned. Trent smiled.

"That's always worked for me. Keep on doing it."

Dinner was much like lunch with questions about the business and the paperwork requirements. Daisy clearly wanted to ask him something but was hesitant. Trent decided to put her out of her misery as they were finishing up.

"You have something on your mind. Speak."

"Its about the slave that got beaten. I heard about it in the cafeteria. Why didn't you report the cook to the police?"

"Are you familiar with The House of Pain?"

"I've heard about it. One of those whips and chains clubs? "

"Dominus Nakov wouldn't be amused to hear his BDSM brothel described like that. But you have the idea. If I had turned the chief in, there's a good chance that she would get off with just a warning. Twenty Four hours with Nakov will have a lot more impact." Trent smiled thinly, " In more ways than one. Plus, turns out that she's a submissive. One of Dimitri's favorites. "

"Won't he go easy on her?"

"Quite the contrary. "

"After my public flogging, I never want to be whipped again. "Daisy shivered.

"I know that it violates the stereotype, but I don’t care for whippings either."

"But you had me spank Ms. Bett.. I mean Stormy. " Trent's eyes narrowed.

"You know her?"

"Yes, Dominus she's a teacher at LPS. She's supposed to be on sabbatical. Vixen graduated with me. She's taking a gap year. "

"I suspect she will be." Trent replied drily, "She seemed quite enthusiastic about licking cunt."

"She was a jock. We didn't run in the same circles, but the gossip was she gave as good as she got with like minded teammates."

"Let’s walk off dinner. I do a walkabout before I turn in for the evening. "

"I can think of a different exercise," Daisy replied, rubbing up against Trent like a cat wanting attention.

"Patience, my horny slave. We need to get our dishes back to Ms. Maize and the kitchen crew."

Without asking, Daisy gathered up the plates, cups and silverware and loaded the tray and followed Trent out with it to the cafeteria. Ms. Maize met them in the dining area where she was watching a sullen Ms. Pris mopping the floor. The silver headed woman was picking at her loose fitting sundress like it was uncomfortable somehow. A broad pale stripe ran around her neck in stark contrast to her golden tan.

"Thank you Dom...I mean Mr. Trent."

"Trent's fine. You're free now.

"It's going to take a while to change thirty five years of habits... Trent. Thank you for letting me continue living with Malcolm and Maria in the slave staff quarters."

"Not a problem. Thank you for staying on. Malcolm and Maria would be devastated if you moved out. How's she working out?" gesturing towards the slave across the room.

"That poor child hasn't had a firm hand. After I bent her over my knee for twenty swats, she behaved. Now I just need to turn that frown upside down. Day at a time."

"Good luck. Do you want to keep her?"

"Absolutely. She reminds me of Julie," her face clouded for a moment. Then she found a smile." Let me take that from you Daisy. Maria told me so much about you at dinner this evening."

"I bet she did," Trent muttered as the tray was handed off. Once completed, he plastered a smile of his own. " I will leave you to it. Thanks for taking Ms. Priss on. Come now Daisy. "

"I certainly hope so Dominus," Ms. Maize snorted behind Trent.

"Saucy slave. Keep going and you will be sleeping on your stomach tonight."

***

Dominus Trent walked across the yard to the gym. Light and noise was coming out of the open sliding doors.

"Dominus, Ms. Maize had been a slave for thirty five years?"

"Yep. She completed her term just last week. You can always tell a newly freed slave by the different skin tone around the neck, wrists, and ankles. "

"What...what did she do?"

"Fed her abusive husband rat poison. "

"And she's in charge of the food?"

"She’s a great cook and excellent manager. Her husband molested both her children along with beating her. The sheriff was his brother. After it all came out, the sheriff had an accident cleaning his pistol. The judge gave her the absolute minimum sentence. My late uncle went to high school with her and took her son and daughter in along with buying her."

"Where are her kids? Wouldn’t she want to live with them?"

Dominus Trent's face worked in the gathering gloom. He sighed.

"Travis is buried at Arlington. What he did was classified but he got the Navy Cross for it. Julie was killed in an auto accident by some kid hopped up on drugs six years ago. Animate Rentals is all the family she has left. Never ask her about it. If she wants to talk she will. Ah, here we are."

Looking through the doors caused Daisy to stop in her tracks. Slaves were fucking, sucking, licking, and being reamed. Ms. Maria was in Mr. Malcolm’s lap, bouncing up and down clearly riding his cock. Bambi was sucking on a cock. She looked to be wearing silver panties. Dominus Trent chuckled.

"Turns out Bambi was virgin. I don’t know how that got missed, but the bidding is already over sixty thousand for her."

"Didn't the company only pay fifty thousand for all four of them?"

"Indeed. Company bonuses are looking good this quarter." He looked through the orgy, " There's Vixen coming from the rest room. Bring her out." pointing to the slim redhead.

Making my way through the occupied bodies, I noticed she was making her way to a circle of slave cunts, including Baba, eagerly eating each other out.

"Hey Daisy, want to join me? Always room in the circle for one more."

"Maybe later Judith. Right now, Dominus Trent wants you."

"God I hope he doesn't want to fuck me. And call me Vixen. I like it. "

"He's got a nice cock." I muttered through clenched teeth. What is going on with being so possessive?

"I'm sure he does. But I'm a pussy lover. I hope that he sells me to the Kitten Club. I really like older snatch. Less drama and more orgasms than cunts our age. If I have to wear a collar, then a lesbian brothel is paradise."

"Don’t tell him that or you'll be sucking cock for the next year."

"Tell me what Daisy?" Dominus Trent was smiling evilly. How good is his hearing? she mused.

"Nothing important Dominus."

"Well, you're right about what a slave wants as being nothing important. " She wasn't sure she was bi or just bi for the collar, but Vixen’s pout got her wet. Dominus Trent laughed.

"Vixen, you're adorable. You do that with Madam Bell tomorrow along with getting her off, you'll be leaving tomorrow with a kitten tail in your ass. Tonight I want you to critique Daisy here."

The redheaded slave visibly brightened. Daisy mentally shook her head as they entered Dominus Trent’s office.

"Ok girls, Vixen get on one end of the couch and spread. Daisy, ass up and face down into Vixen. I want her moaning stat. Vixen, if she loses focus, let me know."

"Yes Dominus." Vixen looked down and smiled. "Get me off straight girl. "

Challenge accepted cunt I thought and dived in. Thanks to Ms. Maria’s careful coaching, I had the slut squirming in minutes. I did earn a slap on my ass when I startled when Dominus Trent plunged into my ass. But I recovered quickly. I was about to cum when, a tone sounded from his wrist comp.

"What the hell?" he grumbled. If this is another false al..."

The door opened, a head popped through the gap

"Penelope Daisy Pettigrew! What are you doing to Judith! Mr. LANGFORD! What have you done to my daughter!"
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