The Invention of Slave Chow ( 3 / 3 )

[Igor con Fine]

Mr. Braclav went to his next point:
“I had heard a summary of the scene you showed us from D7. Her telling was not so much more extreme than what you have shown us. But knowing that the tortured slave is more or less a volunteer – someone who explicitly agreed to this kind of treatment.....
And with the chili sauce – I heard another story from D7, maybe you can explain us something regarding this hints:
Burning paste that you tested on an unwilling slave, some pink chemical you had smeared on a slaves nipples and genitals burning deep into her flesh 'disfiguring her forever' -
did that ring a bell, Miss Vernor?”

“Yes, sir, that was the evening before the incident with D7. I can show you another video, I have nearly everything regarding D7 on the tablet - “, she waited for the approval of both men, then worked on her tablet, “ We had formed some kind of friendship between V11 and D7. V11 had a short slavery-interruption after the chili incident. We had used some days to concoct something we could use as a replacement. Chili has several disadvantages we wanted to improve.

First: It effects your cardio-vascular system. Depending on your physical conditions it might endanger your health.
Second: You can get accustomed to chili.
Third: It only lasts for a short time and diminishes quickly.
And last: The owner might get affected by it. If you smear this on a slaves pussy you want to torture her, but you should still be able to fuck her after a short moment without being affected. At best the slave should wince in pain as you can carefree use it as you like.

After some research and some pretty painful self testings we created a first prototype together.
Someone came with the name 'pasty hell', and we wanted to test it under slavery conditions.
V11 was not keen to test it, not the slightest bit, but both the domestic line and our new prototype were ready for testing, so she had to be a slave. Of course Mr. Macrae was scheduled as her wrangler to bring her quickly back to slave-mind – something he is extremely capable of.

We've been lucky, D7 had to be punished the evening before. That was her first punishment chow, and we sent V11 to console her. We tied down D7 and let V11 just enough movement to touch – and lick. They had another eventful evening and night, with reversed roles and, when I assume it correctly, some climax.

For the next day Mr. Macrae made sure V11 had hours of hard work at hand.
As V11 was pretty aware of what was kept ready for any little fault she worked as diligent as possible.

We filmed this in a different room.
Mr. Macrae preferred our homage to the medieval torture chamber, we call it the inquisitions room.”

The video started, and showed a room with wooden paneling, kept in tones of brown and dark red. It was furnished with 'old style' restraining devices, bench, cage, chains hanging from the ceiling, pillory; and the walls sported a varied assortment of tools for slave discipline.
D7 was showing her hooded face only a hand high over the floor, fixed with her hands left and right of her worried face in a floor leveled pillory.

The door was opening, and the wrangler, Mr. Macrae, came in with V11 on a leash in one hand and the dildostick in the other. Her hands were bound behind her back, the lenses were already blackened and she additionally wore red ear protectors. Her cheeks were bulging out, filled completely by a gag with a pump that dangled from her mouth.
“Hello, D7.” Macrae said while he was forcing V11 on her knees and threaded her leash through a ring embedded in the stone tiled floor and tied it off.

“Seems like you had an unpleasant day, D7. I got several complaints regarding your work.”,
D7 blushed and tried to excuse herself, but the wrangler halted her:
“Ah, D7, not the time for excuses. It is time for punishments. Time for strict punishments. See, veeleven is back. We've asserted that you and veeleven share some kind of friendship, let's go further and say you two are sisters in slavery. It must be so nice for you to have a sister in slavery. Veeleven must be a really great big sister in slavery. Always there for you when you need help, always there for you to console you when you need it. And she would be so lucky to share your punishments with you if only she could make it easier for you.

And there is the problem. Veeleven was absent for a while. She could not get punished, and she could not share your punishments. So, to keep her under discipline, she needs to be punished more strictly. Much more strictly. And as she is sincerely willing to share your punishments, we need to dish out your punishments much more strictly also.

She was absent for some days, she had time to recover, gain back some strength. She needed some aftercare after her encounter with the chili sauce. Yes, she had a really good time, she got hot baths, nice food, she slept in a bed … with a mattress .. on a sheet .. with a blanket ..with a cover ! And she did not need to stand up, she had a TV and a nurse taking care of her every wish.
And now she is spoiled, so we need to bring her back to discipline.

As she knew exactly, she was very diligent today. Not lazy, like you. She worked really hard, because she knew that she needs strict discipline, she knew she would be punished strictly.

D7, veeleven had some really restorative days. Veeleven worked hard today, but you did not. Veeleven will not get punished today, but because she needs to get punished strictly, you as her sister will also get punished strictly. She is so strong, and she will of course help you if she can.
And it will be so unfair, you will be punished so strictly because she was having a good time with the slave vet. Veeleven will have so much energy she would not be punished tomorrow, but you will again fail because you feel so miserable, because you have been punished so strictly.

And then you will be punished again, and veeleven is still spoiled, so we need to punish you both more strictly – and as veeleven is not punished you will again alone be punishes so strictly.

It would be so unfair. So unfair veeleven would not want it herself.
I am sure, if she could hear us, she would happily endure your punishments. Your extra strict punishments. She would of course share your burden. Even take your burden completely.

But she cannot hear a single word.

So, I can not ask her if she wants to take your punishments. I need to ask you. You will decide for her. I am sure you will know exactly what she wants. She wants to help you. She wants to take your punishments. She is relaxed, she had a very nice week while yours was miserable. She sincerely wants to take on her responsibility that the punishments are so strict, only because she got so spoiled.

And she cannot hear a word, she would never know what you decided. I won't tell her what you decide, it is your decision, yours alone. And you know what's best for you two.
She will share her strength with you without knowing, she had so much strict punishments, what does one more mean. She would get a super strict punishment anyways, she is still spoiled.

Whenever she fails, and sometimes she will fail. Everyone fails sometimes. And then she will be punished extra strictly because she is so spoiled. But until then only you would be punished so strictly. It would be so unfair. She would understand, if she would ever know.

But she would never know, would never know that you spared her from a maybe much harder punishment. She can be so clumsy. Imagine she got that same punishment as last time, but this time so much stricter. Yes, help her without her even knowing.
Be a good friend, D7, let her share your punishments.”

Macrae waved to the camera and another wrangler came in, bringing two bowls.
Macrae placed the first one under D7s nose and said:

“Ah, a stew. No cum flavor, a real stew. Ah, smells so good, doesn't it. It must have been months that you got something other than cum flavored goo. She had it only yesterday.
But you could give it to her, and then we have this for you. Wait, I will prepare the odor for you.”
He spat into the other bowl and hold that under her nose.

“Fat Freds Fridge. Take a whiff. So loathsome. What do you think? You want to smell it a little longer? You can even see how horrible this must taste, the green fouly furried surface. Can you see the vermin floating in it? I had a talk with the creator, and was told that they tried to get the flavor of a drained abscess. I can not even imagine, but the creator was sure that it is the most nauseating smell you can find at any place in any hospital.

If you try to swallow the bug without chewing it will get stuck with its legs in your throat, and you will cough it back into your mouth. You will need to squash on the little bug until it bursts. And when it bursts it emits purulence. And it will taste like an ulcerous abscess. For hours.
So, take another whiff of fat Fred's Fridge - “ Macrae said while serving the bowl under her nose,

“One for you and one for her. Which one do you want? Do you want veeleven to have another good meal, while you will suffer the whole night, or do you think veeleven would help you, her friend.” He once again held both bowls under her nose, but let the soup rest in her face.
“She is going to help you. She loves you, she would of course help you. Don't you think? Just nod, to let her help you, D7. Give her the opportunity to show you she is your slave sister. Help her to get away from a punishment that may be stricter.”
D7 nodded while she watched V11 with a sorry gaze.

“Good decision. You are smart, D7. You are a clever slave. And a good slave needs to be a clever slave. You are on your best way to be a good slave.”
He placed the soup directly under her face.

“Help yourself before it gets cold. Enjoy your meal, veeleven will be happy to grant you something good. Don't discard her gratitude. She wants you to enjoy, or her suffering will be pointless.”
He stood up, while D7 still looked sorry, but eventually sunk her face in her bowl.
“No talking now, enjoy your meal. I don't want to hear anything from you, D7.”

He pressed a button on his remote, sat down near V11 and lifted her ear protector from one ear - he commanded:
“Veeleven, you will now eat, as always. Your dinner-dildo is ready, and you will start eating the instant you are penetrated. I will not hear a word from you, just imagine you did someone you like something good.” He replaced the protector and pushed the button.

He deflated the gag and unlocked the harness. V11 coughed and inhaled relieved.
Macrae put some lube on the dildo, and readied himself.
With his foot he quickly pushed the bowl in V11s face and shoved the dildo in her ass.
V11 took a whiff, retched and started to protest, but Macrae was ready. He let go the dildo, pushed her face into fat Fred's Fridge and tanned her backside with his tawse. She tried to resist for a moment, but Macrae simply sat backwards on her neck and punished her with deafening slaps, accompanied by frustrated screams of V11.
He stopped, took hold of the Dildo again and pushed it deep in her asshole.
He looked down, but V11 was still recalcitrant, so he pushed her face once again into the bowl.
With a sobbing gurgle V11 opened her mouth and took a bite. She sniveled while she chewed. She was pushed firmly in the bowl and had to tilt her head, out of bad luck her blackened eyes were looking directly in the eyes of D7, without being able to see her.
D7 flinched as there was a soft noise that might have been a burst bug.
V11 retched and sobbed.

Mr. Braclav asked: “Why does she get fucked in her backside while eating?”
Miss Vernor: “Macrae tries things. He did that once and we got a very detailed description out of V11, regarding the situation and, very relevant for us, the chow.
She is a horny little slave, and she loves to get fucked, but she swears she hates anal.
But when Macrae fills her butt she is incredibly perceptive. And so she gets assfucked. Every time.

Are you OK to fast forward? She will take some minutes to chew the buggy mass.”
Mr. Braclav shrugged his shoulders, the judge was nodding approval.

Macrae sat on V11s lower back, slowly fucking her butt. She had her face buried in the bowl and was licking it clean. D7 looked at her with a smeared face, her bowl flawlessly tongue-washed.
V11 hiccuped and was burping and groaning between her hics.
Macrae sat a little longer, then he pulled out the dildo and stood up giving the butt a slap.

“Ah, two slave sisters well fed. How nice. And now, we will give your big sister a little rest.” he said loosening her leash. He pulled her cautiously on her feet and led her to a short bench. He helped her to lie backwards on the red padded bench and fixed her collar directly to the end, her head was hanging completely over the bench. V11 groaned another time, and burped exhausted. Her hands were tied to the feet of the bench, her legs were folded and her feet tied to grommets at the height of her hips. She lay with her head upheld in the air, her crotch hanging over the rim of the bench, her legs spread.

The wrangler went to D7 and took her out of the stocks. Her hands were bound together in front of her, and he used a short chain connecting hands and collar to limit her range.
He guided her to her slave-sister, and said:
“Console her, D7. Give her some sloppy kiss. Let her taste you. Let her taste something different than fat Fred's Fridge. Be a good little slave sister, and take care of veeleven.
Oh, and don't free her ears and talk to her or I will need to punish you, D7.”

He left the room, while D7 stood there stunned for a moment. She slowly lowered her face to the face of V11, and took hold of her head with her hands as she could reach it.
With a soft touch she tried to console her, V11 still had a sick, disgusted grimace on her face.
She began kissing her cheeks, until she was reaching her mouth. She softly stuck her tongue in her mouth, and V11 reacted, played back with her tongue. She did not lick around her smeared mouth. She did not even lick over the smear that came from D7s mouth.

Miss Vernor commented shortly: “This was a very valuable observation. We had D7 not affected by our punishment chow, and V11 could not taste something other than our punishment chow.”

Silently Mr. Macrae came back, in his hand a small jar with a pink paste. He already had gloves on his hands.
“You are such a nice slave sister, D7. Don't stop. You can help your slave sister again. She made a fault. She was a bad slave. She did not eat her chow, not even after being reminded twice. So she again needs to be punished. And it is still strict punishment time. So she needs to be punished strictly. Or do you want to be punished, D7? Can you remember the day of the chili sauce? That was a punishment. And you were there for your slave sister. She brought it on herself, but you were there for her. Today she brought it to herself, again. You can switch places with her. If you say so, you can. Even if it is alone her fault. You can take her punishment. Her punishment is not only chili – it is something completely new, something that was never used before. They call it “pasty hell”, and it is so evil it will maybe even eat through your tits. No one knows what it does. But we will find out. With this punishment.

What do you think? Should it eat away your tits? Or veelevens? You are young, you will need them. Veeleven is old, she wont need them as you. Will you take her punishment? Or, do you let her take her own punishment. You will help her. You can lick her. Remember how horny and randy veeleven is. She would love it when you lick her, bestow her an orgasm or two. Do you want to help her withstand the 'pasty hell'? Do you want to be a good, caring slave sister? Or do you want it for yourself, alone, her deserved punishment? She would never know. It seems a little bit unfair, don't you think? She will have your help to withstand her own punishment, and you will have to withstand it alone. Look at her, she could not help you at the moment. Do you agree, she should get punished, so that you can console her? She should go to 'pasty hell' with you as her guardian angel? With you giving her heavenly feelings?”

D7 was white as chalk, and with a silent weep she nodded. She placed her head near V11 crotch and started with a slow, soft lick. The moaning of V11 was silenced as Macrae put the gag back in her mouth and blew it up.

Then he took hold of her breast, and spun the small jar directly over her nipple. He continued with the other nipple, then V11 was rearing up. She cried as loud as she could with her closed mouth, spraying snot out of her nose. D7 was licking her dedicated, while looking at her with a mixture of fear and guilt written in her face.
V11 was flailing her tits with the screaming pink circles, her body glistening with sweat. Macrae observed her smiling.
It took much longer than with the chili sauce.

“11 minutes.” Miss Vernor lectured, “ We got the paste up to a effectiveness of 11 minutes – a felt eternity. The first burn is extreme, and gets a little softer within the first seconds, but stays still excruciating. After around 11 minutes it diminishes, but you can feel a lingering sting for more than 3 hours. And we solved the health problem in the same way as the tolerance problem. Of course there is always a risk - the reaction is stressing the heart by sweating, flaying, screaming. But we replaced the capsaicin with a chemical derivative that has an extreme burning effect without having a lasting impact. So we made it safer, and longer lasting, with no tolerance effect. But currently we don't know how to protect someone touching or licking or, especially, penetrating the affected body parts. The project is dormant, we are finishing our fat Fred line and afterwards we will concentrate on expanding the business. The volunteers will get out of slavery, and will be able to spent their well deserved payment. We will keep 'pasty hell' in mind, but don't plan on continuing quickly.

Are you okay with a fast forward? She will be really agitated the first minutes, afterwards she will still try to scream eventually, but most of her strength was exhausted. She conserves what is left to shake her breasts. V11 told she was willing to rip them out at that moment, all in all good video material for a commercial, should pasty hell ever be marketed.”

The video continued with a V11 drooped on her bench, D7 still licking her slowly and exhausted. The nipples were still covered in an evil pink, but there was nearly no more motion of the soaked with sweat V11.

Macrae came into the picture, he held the dildo stick covered with a thick pink covering, saying:
“That was so nice of you, D7. You helped your slave sister so much. Would you like to help her more?” D7 was eyeing the colored dildo stick with pure terror.
“D7, do you want to help your friend? You know, veeleven is spoiled and needs to be punished strictly. And she needs this dildo in her ass as punishment. And I must punish her now. I will fuck her hard with this dildo, and she will feel the pain when our pasty hell bites through her intestines. She will be in so much pain. Do you want to help her? Will you lick her to alleviate her pain? Will you stay at her side?” - D7 nodded, while Macrae continued: “Of course you will. You are a good little slave sister. You will lick her. But then you will stand in my way. How will you be able to lick veeleven while I fuck her ass with this dildo? I have an idea. I will give you the dildo. You will lick her and fuck her. And you will fuck her hard, else I will do it way harder. And then I will need to punish you, too. I will use the pink dildo to fuck you too. And your intestines will be melting also, but there will be no one to lick your pussy. And no one to lick veelevens pussy. So fuck her hard, that will be so much better for both of you.”

He shoved D7 by side and, sincerely to avoid any resistance from D7, shoved the dildo hard and deep into V11. V11 reared up, and fell back again. He made one other motion, deep out, deep in, until V11 began to notice the paste on the dildo, Macrae quickly pushed D7 face in V11s crotch, placing her hands on the dildo.

V11 reared another time up, this time again screaming through her gag. You could make out her trying to beg for mercy through the gag between her hard breathing, and she tried to crawl away from the dildo deep in her ass. D7 just held the dildo in her hands while she began to lick V11 in a frenzy. Macrae was happy for some time, V11 tried to scream and shake, but it was easy discernible that she was very exhausted. Then Macrae ordered D7 to fuck. Slow, but deep. In and out.
V11 was constantly sobbing, but her resistance was broken, she was in a twilight of pain.

After some time Macrae put D7 aside. She was blinded and bound back in her pillory. Macrae deflated and removed V11s gag, while asking: “Still hurting or is it over, veeleven?”
V11 coughed up slime, snot and saliva, it ran down her hanging down head, her face. She begged sobbing:
“Still hurts like hell … please mercy … please mercy master … too much pain … burns ...”

“Be strong, veeleven.” Macrae ordered. “Be strong and bear this punishment. It is not your punishment, you bear it for your sister, D7. Because you are strong.” D7 began sobbing, too. Macrae quickly used the gag on D7, inflated it a little, and observed her for a short moment, before he returned to V11, who was still begging for mercy. Macrae grabbed a pink nipple with his gloved hand, pinched and ordered: “Silence, veeleven. Tell me, how does your mouth feel.”

“So awful taste - all full stinking – want to vomit – that bursting, so - “ she was retching,

Macrae further asked while again pinching her nipple: “How do your tits feel?”

“Stinging, master, still stinging master... ”

“And how is your ass? Did you enjoy your assfuck?”

“No master, please mercy, burns so much, burns so much. Am so tired, please, no more, mercy”

“Very good, veeleven. You have been punished. But we still need to punish something. How does your cunt feel, veeleven?”

“No master. Please not – not again – I can't stand it – not my cunt – please please “

He pinched her nipple another time, “That was not the question. How does your cunt feel?”

“Good, master – my cunt feels good master – I had good feelings from my cunt – please let me keep my good feelings from my cunt”

“Okay, veeleven. I can let you keep your good feelings. But I need to punish a cunt. And I need to punish a cunt whose mouth feels miserable, whose tits feel miserable, and whose asshole feels miserable. And I only have D7 here. What do you think? Should I make D7's mouth and tits and asshole and cunt feel miserable? You want me to do everything I did to you to D7. Or can you withstand the pain just once more. Hurting ass and tits and cunt. Do you think you can stand that? I think you can do it. Spare D7, take it yourself. Say it, say that you want to be punished. Spare your sister. Beg for your punishment.”
V11 was sweating, and sobbed heavily. D7 could be heard sobbing and weeping, too.
And then it was V11s voice, stern shouting: “Please master, punish me. Please, spare my slave sister and punish me!”

And Macrae was ready. He had both gloved hands coated with the pink pasty hell and quickly rubbed it in and on V11s cunt. But that was not enough, with the first screams and the first uprearings he took new paste from the jar and grabbed her nipples firmly, smearing more on her areolae he justified: “Sorry veeleven, but the tits should hurt, and not just sting.”

He stepped back and enjoyed the suffering.


“Evelyn - “, the lawyer whispered in miss Vernors ear.
The judge coughed heavy, but gestured that everything was alright. He placed his cigar on the ashtray and breathed deeply, still chuckling.
The lawyer repeated: “Evelyn, we got her. They will send us the video, I will have it in a minute.”

Mr. Braclav fidgeted agitated in his chair. His mouth stood open, and his tongue was slightly slipping out of the corner. With a loud clap, that disrupted lawyer and Miss Vernor he closed his mouth, then he blurted out: “I will – I must - need to see this V11. She will be here – need to be here.” He stood up and straightened his trousers. “I will need to interview the woman. She is doing this out of her free will! A volunteer. Not a real slave. But something close....”,
this time the lawyer was starting to explain the ASSTR, but the judge brought him to silence with a wink, while Mr. Braclav still stuttered: “I will visit your facility. Inspect that rooms. Meet that woman. I will need to ask her!”

The judge smiled: “You must excuse Mr. Braclav. He gets teased as being the 'slave court feminist'. The reason he is always dealing with slave complains. He does not use slave girls, he has a problem with them being forced to do him of all people.” Braclav blushed up to his dome, “No need to be ashamed, Mr. Braclav, I honor that part of you the most.
And maybe it is a good idea to visit your facility – I hope your V11 is there next week, and she would be available for a questioning by Mr. Braclav?”

Miss Vernor nodded: “ Currently she is not available – it was necessary for the release of our product line that she is a free woman at the moment.
But next week we scheduled the NUP test.” she was looking to her lawyer, “Till Thursday. We are doing a nonstop punishment test the whole week.
It would be a nice addition to put you into the schedule whenever it fits you, Mr. Braclav, just call Mr. Sumner to make an appointment. V11 will reassure you that she is a temporary slave out of her own free will and will stand completely at your order. I just recommend to do it before Thursday.”

Mr. Braclav was swallowing, then grinned: “Oh I will. And I will need to inspect some of that rooms. I think it might be a good idea if I try some of the things available there. Just to be sure.
What is a nonstop punishment test,” he asked with a small bit of curios cruelty in his voice, “ A nonstop NUP test.”

Miss Vernor explained: “A nonstop punishment test means that V11 will be fed punishment chow the whole time. There will be no punishment or reward, it is nonstop-punishment.
And NUP is our last addition to the punishment line, the full name is 'fat Freds nasty Underpants'.”

Mr. Braclav looked disgusted: “So you made a chow that tastes like .. poo?”

Miss Vernor held up a warning finger: “Mr Braclav, I am aghast! I would never produce a chow that simply tastes like poo. Some people like the taste of poo, you know that?
Outrageous. Simple poo flavor.

No, our NUP tastes like a fulmination, a promise that there will be the flavor of some things much worse than simple poo. There are those small berries out of something like toilet paper you have to chew until they are soaked and finally dissolve, and all the while your taste is sent on a voyage down the crack, down the cheeks of an imagined fat Fred. All circling down to a core you fear most.
Without giving the taste, that might actually be far less disgusting than expected.
NUP is sending you on a voyage where you constantly fear but never arrive at your destination.

It is not a simple block of poo, Mr. Braclav!”

Mr. Braclav held up his hands to apologize: “My fault, sorry. Didn't mean to insult you, Miss Vernor. Just got carried away a little.
Someone eating this as a volunteer. Could that testing period be prolonged, after Thursday? I was thinking about using the Weekend to pay another visit. I will have more time for a thorough.. questioning!”

Miss Vernor replied: “Oh, she will be testing the whole weekend. We currently plan at least two weeks continuous slavery to test our new punishment-chow+. If we can come to an agreement with Neodynam-Pharm. We actually plan a real drug test, but with the knowledge and under supervision of an established pharmaceutical company to just not get problems with the FDA.

If they agree, we will use some of their drugs to create a new level of punishment chow, a chow that not only tastes disgusting but that also makes you feel sick. If the first tests look promising, we will announce it with the release of our fat Fred products.
The idea is a balancing of different drugs that cause nausea, a body-wide feeling of sickness but with blocking vomiting, for example. The perfect addition for the promise the NUP made.
We currently suspect we will be able to generate this feeling for a couple of hours – something we can work on. Therefore I recommend a visit before Thursday, or it would be possible that you will have to interview V11 while she feels really sick.“ -

The judge offered: “I know some people at Neodynam, if you make sure that Mr. Braclav will meet V11 next weekend I will make sure she feels miserable at that time.”

Mr. Braclav hopped in his seat, but quickly forced himself to stop: “I think it would also be a good idea to bring this woman here. I would enjoy asking her in our .. special .. questioning room. It might be possible that some colleagues are watching me pulling that voluntary slave girl through our halls, naked, helpless ….
I will ask her the necessary questions. Yes, it would be necessary for the release of the punishment line that she shows up, today at best. She will answer so much questions.”

The judge mustered the absent minded attorney : “I think that everything V11 could tell us could also be told by Miss .. Evelyn .. Vernor, Mr. Braclav. You know, the Miss Evelyn Vernor right in front of you?”

“Ah, I disagree, your honor. It would be totally necessary to bring that V11 woman here.”

The judge shrugged, and said: “If I judge Miss Vernor correctly she is prepared to pull something out of a hood.”

Miss Vernor nodded to her lawyer and answered with a bright red face:
“I am sure we can arrange something.
But I want to come to another point:
Recently we got hold of a video showing a statement of a nurse treating D7 at the moment.

And this nurse confirmed what we already stated: D7 has not had an allergic reaction to our punishment chow. She actually smuggled a fruit she reacts on in her mouth and chewed it with our punishment chow. We can show you the video of the nurse, we will get the analysis of the stomach contents!”

Mr. Braclav: “How did you get that video? And is the nurse credible?”

“The nurse was falsely persuaded by D7 that this accusations of slave abuse are true.
She has given an interview to a journalist who is actually a private investigator we hired to keep an eye on her, as we already feared something like this. In this interview she reveals some of our business secrets to what she thinks is the press, talks about the treating of V11 and D7. As far as I know a nurse should not be able to share secrets told by someone she treats actually. I hope we can get D7 back quickly, and maybe you could arrest that nurse or otherwise silence her. We only need some time until there is the slave fair in Charleston. When the presentation is over, there is no more need for secrecy.”

The judge looked at Miss Vernor and said strictly: “Miss Evelyn Vernor. We will discuss the case of D7 in some minutes. And for the nurse: I strongly recommend talking with her. If you are very creative you might be able to get an arrest warrant for her, but I don't think that is a good idea. Arresting a nurse, a nurse that is currently trying to rescue someone to keep something secret …
tell your investigator to bring her here, we will arrange a meeting with V11, she can assure herself everything is OK. I will personally talk to her, and advise her what could happen if she unnecessarily reveals further secrets. That would suffice, I am sure.”

Mr. Braclav confirmed: “Yes, and if that story with the nurse is true the only slave that got possibly abused would be V11, and if she confirms here, without pressure, that she wanted it to be done, there would be no case!”

“Very good, Mr. Braclav. You are going to dismiss the case? I don't need to make a decision?”

“We just need to do the questioning today, your honor.”

“Ah, Mr. Braclav, I recommend to dismiss the case first, as fast as possible. So you just need to interrogate V11 today and next week to make absolutely sure there is no slave abuse. But no one would think you could have been corrupted by that interrogation. You are just very systematic, I take my hat off.”

Mr. Braclav shot out of his seat, and sped to the door.

“Mr. Braclav, “ the judge held him back, “I will let you know when you can start your interrogation. It might be necessary to arrange her arrival at the deliveries, she will be naked, gagged and in chains, waiting for you on her knees. You will need to drag her through the complete complex, over the street to the building your bureau is in, book her in, and then lead her to your special interrogation room. I am sorry, but it might take some time. Just keep in mind it is a volunteer, following every of your commands out of free will. I could send someone to do it, but you are just so systematic, aren't you?”

“Of course, your honor, I will do it myself.” he said while propelling himself out of the door, his head looking like it might explode every second.

The judge smiled, than he was sitting up and in a glimpse he got a very strict appearance:
“After this is taken care of, I must decide how I should penalize Miss Vernor. It is evidenced this is a case of slave abuse...”

The lawyer quickly raised: “Your honor, the case is getting dismissed at the moment. This must be a joke...”

But the judge overruled him: “.. this is a case of slave abuse. Mr. Sumner, please, I need to sort this out with Miss Vernor. I need to talk to you, Miss Vernor, do you want Mr. Sumner to leave? This will get intense.”

The lawyer again interjected: “Your honor, the case is dismissed. There is no need to ...”

The judge just laughed in his face: “Oh yes, Mr. Braclav is dismissing the case. But don't you think I could get an investigation whenever I like? The ASSTR act for example allows regular inspections – but enough threatening. We really need to clarify some things, let Miss Vernor talk. Should your lawyer leave, Miss Vernor?”

Miss Vernor shifted nervously on her seat, and clung to the sleeve of her Lawyer:
“No, sir, let Frank stay. He knows enough, he manages the business when I am … unavailable.”

The judge sat back, got his extinguished cigar and enlightened it again. He filled his mouth with the fume, and exhaled: “My father said that you should always be ready for a special occasion. And I feel like this is that one special occasion.”
He produced 3 glasses and a bottle with a golden liquid, poured his guests and himself a finger's breadth. He held out his cigar to Miss Vernor, who shied away. He appeased her: “If you want you may use this one occasion, Clumsy. Might as well be the last one, enjoy.”

She took the cigar out of his hands and took one single puff. Slightly coughing she drank a littlebit out of her glass,then said: “You still knew my name. You did know exactly who is coming to court today.”

The judge laughed: “This case of slave abuse began years in the past. This whole dedication-talking... I know who you think you are, Clumsy.
And I had no clue what your name is. I was a young man that disdained that slave girl – that girl that wanted to impress the old hag so needily. You were just Clumsy.

You would have been called 'Lazy', but the hag mentioned that lazy is just a work order for herself –
she would cure lazy, but she cannot cure clumsy.
And I see what you have done, you reached so much to admire, and still kept so much to disdain.
Tell us, how did you get enslaved first hand? What did happen?”

Miss Vernor gulped, and began, first stuttering than with more confidence:
“I studied. I had not much time left, and I was good. Then I lost my dedication – my parents died in an accident, I went partying instead of studying, I enjoyed some drugs, alcohol and a whole bunch of guys – and girls, honestly. Yes, I lost my focus, and then my student loan was consolidated – I was still sobering up when I was enslaved, and before I regained my wits I sat in a poodle cage to an unknown location.” -

“Very good, Clumsy. And who 'saved' you?”

“You know exactly - “ -

“Tell it yourself, Clumsy. Tell it Frank and yourself. I needed to do this in the past, you'll need to do it today.”

“I've been rated, but I was never prepared for enslavement. I was … 'clumsy', I was unable to do a good block routine, but I had a nice face and – the technical term was – a gropeable pair of tits and a fuck-welcoming-booty. They examined my holes for hours, and counseled how they can put them to best use. That was the worst hangover of my life.

And then there was that elegant lady, she took hold of my face and promised me a future so much better. She would take care of me and give me focus. She would anchor dedication deep in my soul. She bought me and, as you know, I served 7 years as her slave. And she did what she promised, she gave me focus. She taught me how to reach my goals. She lectured me, punished me and made me a good slave. She was my radiant example that showed me how my life could have been. And would be when I have regained freedom.”

“Yes, of course she did that. I was leaving home, my father loathed her more and more – he spent his time with work, his business associates and some slave girls way younger than her. She was alone, and needed someone to punish for her loneliness. And then she found you, lately orphaned and alone, enslaved and desperate. She made you pay for every slave girl my father enjoyed. She was furious when I lent you. My father had to order her yelling – he only did it after I told him it might get her really really angry. I did not want to save you, I wanted vengeance.

If I've been a little wiser I would have seen what she did afterwards. But I left you in her clutches. I heard she punished you for weeks when I did not become the lawyer she imagined but that lecherous pussy ogling slave judge she disdained.

So, seems like a part of this slave abuse was done by myself.

She lent you money when you were done. Helped you finish your studies. Gave you seed money. Was it a quarter million? My father was not even shocked. He just pitied her and asked if she wanted you back so urgently. She was fuming... again. In the end she was right, it was an investment. Clumsy was able to pay back. My father would have been dumbfounded, and then he would have thrown it in her face:
Clumsy is rather a millionaire than coming back to you... “,

the judge observed Miss Vernor,
“You did pay back. Of course – dedication, accountability. No chance you would not pay your dues with interest.” He observed her further. “Not completely. How long, 7 more years? Some thousand dollars?”

Miss Vernor folded her hands between her knees and looked down, she silently replied:
“10 years. 1 dollar.”

Judge and Mr. Sumner looked shocked. The judge began to laugh: “The most noxious relationship ever. Where do you keep the papers that might enslave you 10 years for just 1 dollar – in your toy drawer?” he watched her blushing even more - “You are frigging yourself crazy with that imagination.

Sorry, but the hag is suffering from dementia. She never was and never will be the sophisticated idol you imagine. She was an unjust, narcissistic, evil lady that was full of bitterness, in the end she is now alone, she has driven everyone else away. At good days she may be able to utter some meaningful sentences, but usually she lies in her bed and stares to a point somewhere behind the running TV.

Oh, and I have the power of attorney. You owe ME one buck or it is 10 years...
You hoped she would demand that dollar when you are enslaved, don't you. You would not be able to pay it back in time, you would spent 10 more years as her slave. You won't do it yourself, but you love the imagination.

Yes, this clearly is a case of slave abuse.
You idolized the hag. To impress her you have been focused, you used your cleverness to build up a really promising company, you earned much money, you proved her how successful you were. And then you looked in the mirror and found out you became like the hag, you even dress like her. You have been so proud.

And then there is your little quirk. Yes, I believe you are a pain slut, you crave humiliation, you crave punishments. But primarily you wanted to punish that image in the mirror. You wanted to punish that woman you became. You found the most evil wrangler you could get and started to find reasons to be punished. You even used that abomination you created to punish you further. You wanted to suffer, even if you told yourself it was just dedication.

And then you found another slave girl. She was alone, orphaned, desperate. And now it begins again. But you want her to stay a slave longer. You don't want to repeat the fault the hag did, you want to force her to stay.
Slave abuse.
It is time to break the circle, Evelyn.

Mr. Sumner, you will prepare the papers for a take over. I will acquire Miss Vernors company.”

Mr. Sumner protested: “Your honor, with all due respect, I will not simply give away the whole business - “

The judge disrupted again: “I don't suggest a give away. My family was rich when slavery was disestablished, outrageously rich when it was reestablished, and my father made us even richer. I will bundle some investments and put them aside for the time Miss Vernor will need them. I will even place some shares of her company in it. I am sure Evelyn will just give her company away when I have explained what I plan to do, but I like the imagination of the old hags face at a good day when she hears I overpaid Clumsy's company.

I will take over your company, and put Mr. Macrae in his place. Some thing you, Mr. Sumner could not do because Miss Vernor would intervene, and something Evelyn could not do, because her lewdness would intervene. Giving him free reign would bring you back to court again and again.
I will incorporate your firm in the family business, and things will run smoothly while considering your personal.. specifics.

Evelyn, you tried to punish yourself with your slavery time, you tried to keep dedicated and focused with the threat of slavery dangling over your head. You are constantly raising the risk because you want to feel the pain, you want to be punished.
You found out about the ASSTR and instantly moved your firm from abroad directly into my jurisdiction because you loved the idea of being enslaved by me.

I will finalize your craving. You will stay a slave full time. We will modify your ASSTR. I will take care that Macrae is solely motivating you, he will no longer threaten other slaves. And you will be punished every single day. We will develop your punishment line so much further. You will use your genius to develop it, and then you will use your inner painslut to test it. I promise you will suffer.

I already have plenty ideas: A slave chow with horny juice, makeshift animal food like hay for pony slaves. But you want pain, and I will give you pain.
That pasty hell will be researched. I want small clamps with wide maws applying cream.
I want stamps, that you can press on nipples or genitalia that exude paste. They will feature a little dial at the back where you can adjust the torture time. And we will customize them, imagine pink circles with 'I've been punished' written in it. Or 'I am Clumsy'....
We will work on the duration, we will prolong the aftersting. I want an antidote that works only when rubbed in, dildos that apply the pain and dildos that appease the pain. I see you humping any antidote-covered dick like frenzy.”

He opened the yellow cup and filled a tiny bit in his ashtray.

“You will test chow so evil that you would lick out this tray just to get the smallest chance of a little alleviation. And so much more that will come to our mind.

You will only be free for selected occasions. They will all be special, they will be a reward I grant when I deem you really earned it.
You won't know when you get one of your special days, but you will long for them, you will celebrate them and you will treasure them in your memory.
They will motivate you further when you do your loved research, now as a slave, and you get your short breaks as a slave. When you get dinner Macrae-style and spent your evenings Macrae-style.

I may be visiting you regularly, but I will not be nice.
I despised you because you wanted to be like the old hag. I never wanted to touch you.
And now I am compelled to punish you and torture you.
But maybe it is a good sign or just something oedipal: I've seen your videos and now I want to fuck you. I promise to fuck you like you crave for years.

And this is how we will satisfy the painslut.

But I promise you one more thing. Tomorrow I will manumit D7. I will tell her everything you have done.” Miss Vernor shook her head aghast, the judge just hold his hand out:
“I will offer her to stay as free woman, lay a foundation for her own, free life.
We will find something for her if she agrees, maybe she is even fit for a scholarship.
But as I am sure she wanted to rescue you while taking the risk of harming herself she might be able to forgive you -
when I explain her that you didn't trick her, that you were a real slave that suffered with her.
And if she is able to forgive you she might be something like a friend. As far as a free woman can have a really lowly slave as a friend. She might be willing to visit you from time to time and to comfort you from time to time.

If she is willing or not, I promise you to find a slave sister for you, someone that helps you become acquainted to the parts of Evelyn that are not the painslut or the old hag.

And maybe you will find salvation instead of dedication.

Maybe we will both be able to find and give absolution together, I will try, even for the hag.
May the freudians celebrate...
So tomorrow we will break the circle – Clumsy Evelin.”

Miss Vernors heart could be nearly heard hammering in her chest, she was shaken by a mixture of feelings, she was horny, sad, shamed, frightened, even a little bit disgusted. Then she said with a deep sigh:
“Prepare the papers, Frank.”