Author's Note: This story takes place in a similar universe to the 34th amendment stories by Carl-Bradford, Gentlemanmariner, Joe Doe among many others. I got to thinking as I read their stories, "what happens to the slave traders and handlers that break the law. How are they regulated?
Federal Slave Auditor Arthur Frost has taken possession of his new slave, 01101001101513180 whom he as decided to call Aspen, which was her name before her enslavement. He has discovered that she has been hypnotically conditioned during her induction to become psychologically attached to him to a dangerous degree.
Aspen and the Auditor Chapter 2
Part I
Aspen woke up first the next morning. She was extremely disoriented, having spent several nights in jail and then a few nights in the induction center. She hadn't slept this well since before her arrest and waking up it took her a moment to remember where she was. Aspen realized she was sleeping naked next to a man she hadn't even known for 24 hours. "And," she thought as she touched the collar around her neck, "he literally owns me."
Aspen felt her master's penis pushing against her ass. She knew that she should be horrified and angry but instead she could feel her arousal already leaking from her vagina. "No," she thought, "from my cunt. Free women have vulvas and vaginas. Slaves like me have cunts."
"Slaves like me have cunts," Aspen said quietly out loud and she began to weep. Thoughts began flooding her brain. The rational part of her that was still Aspen Myers, hell, the part of her that was already calling herself Aspen Frost, was in awe of Arthur and the kindness he was showing her. If he could do any of what he promised she would be extremely grateful and she realized how relatively lucky she was. Aspen was amazed with her Arthur's ethics and his pledge to respect and support her.
The part of her that was born just a few days ago, 01101001101513180, didn't understand why this handsome older man didn't want her as a sexual object. She knew that's what masters wanted and he seemingly didn't. He must be dissatisfied with her, Aspen reasoned. He was going to sell her. Oh God, she was going to end up as a work camp three-holed slut. Her quiet weeping became a gut wrenching sob.
Arthur woke up with his young slave shaking and sobbing uncontrollably in his arms. "Aspen...Aspen, what's going on," he asked.
"Please don't sell me to a work camp, Master. I'll be good. I won't disappoint you. I'll do anything you want me to! Please let me stay," she begged.
"Aspen, what the hell has brought this on? Calm down this instant," Arthur ordered.
"You won't use me. You don't like me. Am I ugly? You can get me plastic surgery. I won't object. I can't object. Make me however you want me to be."
"STOP!"
Arthur rolled Aspen over to face him. He was acutely aware that in this position her breasts were pushed into his chest and his penis was poking her near her clit. She let out a moan tinged with fear and lust.
"Aspen, listen to me. You are beautiful," Arthur said, "and I have no intention of ever selling you to anyone else let alone a work camp."
"But then why won't you fuck me," she wailed.
"Dammit," he thought, "the conditioning is progressing faster than I thought. I'm going to have to do something now."
"Aspen," Arthur started to ask, "do you still have your hymen?"
"I'm a virgin, Master."
"I know that," he said, "but that doesn't mean you have an intact hymen. You're s smart girl, you know this."
"I do know that, Master. But I don't know if my hymen is intact or not. I've never even had my fingers in deeper than my clit let alone using a dildo."
"I'm going to check," he told her.
Aspen nodded and she shifted on to her back and spread her legs. Arthur dropped his hands to her vulva. He swallowed hard and touched her labia gently, petting them, hoping to ease her anxiety. Arthur felt the wetness that had already leaked out and he hardened rapidly. It would be a lie to say he didn't want the girl. He just didn't want her *like this*.
"Ready," he asked.
"Yes, Master."
Arthur slowly pushed past Aspen's lips. He wasn't in far when he encountered her barrier. Aspen moaned quietly at his touch. "Please...." she groaned. Arthur withdrew his finger and Aspen responded with a small, disappointed noise.
"You're intact," he told the slave girl.
"Master, why does it matter?"
"Because," Arthur said, when the time comes, *if* the time comes while you are still here, I want to be the one who changes that. But not like this."
Arthur got out of bed and crossed the room. His silk pajama bottoms made no noise as he walked but there was clearly a tent from his erection. He pulled an egg shaped vibrator from a drawer in the cage table. He returned to the bed, to the beautiful, naked girl on it, and handed her the egg.
"You know what to do with that, I assume."
"Yes, Master."
Aspen turned the bullet toy on and held it to her clit.
"Do not cum until I tell you that you are allowed," Arthur ordered.
Aspen gasped in surprise. She didn't expect the order and she knew she should be upset with it but it ramped her arousal even higher. "Master does want me," she thought.
"What if I can't hold out, Master," she said with some concern.
"Then you'll spend tonight in the table wearing your chastity device set to edge you," he answered. Arthur had no intention of doing that to the girl but he saw her flush and her eyes went wide with excitement. She even got off on the thought of punishment!
Aspen watched as Arthur dropped his pajama bottoms to the ground. He stood before her, naked. Aspen admired her master's erection as it stuck straight out from a dark bush. His cock was thing and long, she estimated that it was seven inches in length and she doubted she could get one hand around it.
Arthur laid back down beside her, his prick rising like an exclamation mark. Aspen licked her lips in anticipation. "Did I do that to you," she asked with a shaking voice.
"Yes, you did, girl. And now I think you should do something about it."
"Yes Master," she said with a mixture of joy and nerves. Aspen bent herself over Arthur and she kissed the head of his cock. She realized, with surprise, that both Aspen and 513180 wanted this very much. Aspen let out a low groan and licked where she had kissed.
"Aspen," Arthur warned, "you don't get to cum until I do."
"I understand, Master," she said and dropped her mouth around him. She began to suck him for all his worth.
After several minutes, Arthur felt his orgasm growing near. He knew it wouldn't take long in the state he was in. Aspen began to squeal around his cock.
Arthur felt his balls tighten and his dick swell. He reached down and touched Aspen's head, caressing it gently. "Cum, Aspen. Cum for me, my pet."
Aspen's orgasm tore through her. She threw her head back in ecstasy, dropping Arthur's dick from her mouth right as he started to cum. His dick erupted leaving a mess on his chest and the bedding. After a moment Aspen looked at the mess left behind and she panicked.
"Oh my God, Master, I am so sorry," Aspen said, horrified that she had failed to take his spunk.
Arthur reached out and grasped her shoulder. "Go clean yourself up," Arthur began, "and go downstairs and help Mrs. Frain with breakfast. Bring our breakfasts to the study. I'll be down shortly; I need to shower."
"Are you angry, Master?"
Arthur regarded her for a moment then asked, "Is it slave 513180 asking or is it Aspen?"
Aspen blinked in surprise, "They're both me," she said, confused.
"Really?"
"Yes, master. I... I seem to have two trains of thought. One wants to know if you're angry and the other is afraid you'll punish me."
"Then we are going to have to work on it," Arthur said, knowing his answer was nebulous and vague.
Aspen put the egg back in its drawer and left the room. She all but sprinted to the hall bathroom that Mrs. Frain had taken her to the day before and she showered as quickly as possible before running downstairs.
Part II
By the time Aspen made it to the kitchen, she had mostly pulled herself together.
"Good Morning, my dear," Mrs. Frain said cheerfully, "how did you sleep last night?"
"I slept fin," Aspen said, "and then I messed everything up. He's going to punish me, I know it."
"What happened, dear," Mrs. Frain asked.
Aspen told Mrs. Frain everything that happened that morning. The older woman barely stifled laughter and tried to calm the young slave.
"I just know he's going to put me in the table, tonight."
"Not for something like this, girl. He's not cruel. I told you that," Mrs. Frain said, "he wasn't raised to be cruel."
"Were you ever put in the table, Mrs. Frain?"
"Yes, Aspen. Mr. Frost's father put me in there a few times and left me for the night. He said I had a mouth that didn't know when to stop."
"Is it scary, Mrs. Frain? Was it bad?"
"It wasn't pleasant, dear. The elder Mr. Frost made sure it was a punishment. I don't want to talk about the table, Aspen." Mrs. Frain looked sad; lost in memories.
"I'm sorry, Mrs. Frain," Aspen took the woman's hand, "I didn't mean to upset you."
Mrs. Frain began to answer Aspen when the door to the kitchen opened.
Arthur had been just outside the door for most of the conversation. He was embarrassed. He didn't like to be embarrassed.
"Mrs. Frain," Arthur said, "Call Doctor Samuels now, please. Tell him it is very urgent. Tell him there is attachment conditioning involved."
"Right away, Mr. Frost," she responded. She left the kitchen smartly.
"Aspen," he said, "finish making breakfast and bring ours to the study as soon as it is ready."
"Yes, Master."
Part III
Arthur went to his study and sat behind his desk. He hated being embarrassed and he was angry. He wasn't angry about Aspen's disastrous blow job but he was very upset she talked to Mrs. Frain about it. Arthur did not want Mrs. Frain to think he had taken advantage of the girl. She had all but raised him herself and knowing that she had been her father's slave he did not want her to think ill of his behavior. He did not want to upset his loyal employee.
Arthur knew he had to punish Aspen in some way but he didn't quite know how he was going to do it, yet. He vowed never to use the table cage upstairs but he knew that he couldn't let the transgression slide, either.
A few minute later, Aspen entered the room and sat two plates down, covered in scrambled eggs, bacon, and a heft pancake. She then stood in the "present" position.
Arthur looked up and said, "Eat your breakfast and then we'll talk."
Aspen began to pull her chair close to the desk and Arthur stopped her.
"No. You may sit on the floor and eat."
"Master," Aspen asked with some shock in her voice.
"You heard me, girl. Do not make me repeat myself."
"Am I still allowed to speak freely in this room, Master?"
"Yes, but after we've eaten."
"May I put my robe on," she asked.
"No, Aspen. You will remain naked until I say otherwise."
Aspen sat down on the floor, taking her plate with her. She began to eat but was no longer hungry. Her master was clearly upset with her and her nervousness settled like a stone in her stomach. She knew she was being punished but she had no idea how far Arthur would go.
For his part, Arthur was unhappy. He was vacillating on the girl's punishment and he didn't know why. He had overseen so many appropriate slave punishments in his career but he was resisting this one. "Am I growing attached to her,' he asked himself. Arthur knew what he had to do whether he liked it or not.
Aspen announced that she was finished eating. Arthur looked at the half-eaten plate and told her that in his household people do not waste food.
"Master, may I ask what is wrong, please? Does this have to do with me messing up the blow job this morning?"
"I said," Arthur spoke with irritation in his voice, "that we would talk about it when we are done eating. Now I've had to repeat myself. Do not make this worse."
