Aspen and the Auditor

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 am so sorry for the length of time between updates; I never expected my other writing gig to take off the way it did but here we are. Even now, I should be writing for that, but I've left this story sit too long and I'm not abandoning either Amy and Dave or Aspen and Arthur so here we go. The good news is that I'm coming up to a period of free time that I should be able to work more consistently on these stories.

Federal Slave Auditor Arthur Frost has taken possession of his new slave, 01101001101513180, whom he has decided to call Aspen. Arthur and Aspen worked at becoming closer after she finished the tale of her trial. Now, the story of her indoctrination/processing begins.

Aspen and the Auditor Chapter 5

Part I

Arhtur Woke up with his alarm the next morning, still touching the naked girl in his bed. The memory of fucking her in the ass swept Arthur with a mixture of arousal and shame. He still marveled at how wonderful she felt being his and his alone, but he had sworn not to violate her while she still wore a collar. He broke that oath. He groaned quietly as a fresh wave of shame wracked through him. Why had he caved to his own desires while forgetting his responsibility? It didn't matter if it had been her ass or pussy that he used, he'd sworn not to do it and he broke that vow with barely a second thought. Arthur felt Aspen stir in his arms, and she opened her eyes and spun to look at him.

"Good morning, Master," she said, "I hope you slept as well as I did."

Arhtur managed to stutter out a reply while untwisting himself from the bed clothes and from Aspen. Aspen sat up as well and Arthur shook his head. "No," Arthur said, "I mean I slept fine. I ... stay here and get some reset, you've earned it. Come down when you are ready."

Aspen watched as Arthur hastily grabbed clothes for the day and vanish, leaving her wondering what she had done wrong. Filled with uncertainty, Aspen climbed into the shower noting the soreness in her backdoor as she walked. The thought of how it felt-how HE felt-still thrilled her and made the pain worth it. Arthur's action this morning, the way he looked at her when he left the room, filled her with dread.

Part II

Aspen walked into the kitchen to find Mrs. Frain working as usual. The housekeeper turned toward the girl and asked, "Where is Mr. Frost? He didn't collect his breakfast this morning or even say good morning." The air of disapproval in Mrs. Frain's voice would have been funny if Aspen hadn't been feeling so insecure after the morning wake up. Instead, Aspen became even more worried about Arthur's state of mind.

The attachment conditioning began to work its way into Aspen's psyche yet again and she began to feel certain that Arthur was about to sell her. Shakily, she excused herself and ran full tilt to the study.

Aspen barely brought herself under enough control to prevent herself from bursting through the study door. Arthur was in the midst of concluding a phone call, hearing Arthur say, "...honestly, I don't care what happens to her. Let her go on the block."

Aspen stopped with a gasp and looked at Arthur in terror. The guilt on his face from this morning was still evident causing Aspen to burst into tears which served only to make Arhtur's guilt intensify.

"Please don't sell me, Master. I'll do better, I promise," Aspen begged, falling to her knees at Arthur's feet blubbering.

The resultant chaos made Arthur even more flustered and overcome with guilt and then they both began to speak at once.

"I'm sorry, please don't sell me," Aspen begged.

"I'm sorry, I took advantage of you," Arthur blurted out.

"What," they both asked in unison.

"You first," Arthur said.

"I'm sorry for whatever I did, Master. Please don't sell me," Aspen repeated.

"I'm not going to sell you," Arthur replied, "why would I do that?"

"I heard you talking to someone about putting me on the block and you looked so upset with me this morning and..."

Arthur held up his hand, closed his eyes, and took a deep breath. "The man on the phone was my ex-wife's accountant. She owes someone a great deal of money and is in danger of ending up sold to pay her debts."

"But why were you so angry with me this morning?"

"I wasn't angry with you, Aspen. I was angry with myself," Arthur assured her, "I broke my promise to you and took advantage of you last night."

Aspen laughed, "no you didn't, Master."

"Yes, I did," Arthur snapped, "I took advantage of a woman who can't say no. That makes me..."

Aspen grew angry. She walked over to Arthur in his chair. "Bullshit," she declared, "you did...exactly what you needed to do FOR me. You're doing everything you can to help me survive something unthinkable. And I wanted it. I wanted you."

Arthur scoffed and began to protest.

"No, you need to listen, Arthur," Aspen said, sternly. She looked him straight in the eyes, something she hadn't truly done before, at least not like this. "You told me to resist being, 'slave stupid' then you won't accept that *I* wanted what happened last night. I trust you and I know that if I had said no, you would have accepted that, so you need also accept that since I said 'yes' I wanted and needed you as much as you wanted me."

Arthur sat back in his chair again, looking at the woman who just put him in his place. "Far cry from the young slave who just burst in here afraid that I was selling her."

"Well now I know you were just being stupid."

Arthur opened his mouth to say something, and he found the stare that Aspen was giving him was so similar to the look he gives to people that he catches with issues during an audit that he just snapped his mouth shut.

"Arthur, I know the conditioning attaches me to you, but I assure you that I wanted last night. And even if was the attachment conditioning then I obviously needed last night to offset the ill effects."

Aspen relaxes enough for Arthur to feel comfortable with saying, "I still don't think I did the right thing, but I appreciate your point of view. I don't know if and when anything will happen again like last night, but I believe you.

"Not quite the 'I'm sorry, Aspen,' or the 'you're right, Aspen,' I was after, but I'll take it."

The tension in the room finally began to dissipate. Arthur didn't know who finally broke first but one of them laughed and a moment later they were both laughing. "I guess I really can speak my mind in this room," Aspen joked.

"Consider that your first order," Arthur smiled, "have you been holding back in here so far?"

It was Aspen's turn to give Arthur a guilty look. She admitted that she was likely sub consciously holding back because as much as she wanted to believe Arthur respected her intelligence, he was her owner and she feared upsetting him. "I guess this is something we need to work with Doctor Samuels about," Aspen.

"I guess it is. It will come in time, Aspen." Arthur looked like he wanted to say more but he couldn't find the words. Finally, he broke the uncomfortable silence. "Shall we finish your story, Aspen?"

"There isn't much more to tell, Master," Aspen said, "but I am ready if you are." Aspen sat in her chair and Arthur started the recording.

Part III

The next morning, Director Gale came into the infirmary. The nurse, Sunny, had just gotten in and relieved the night nurse and she and I had a brief conversation while she made sure I was still okay. I had a headache and Nurse Sunny told me that was understandable considering the last 48 hours. I know slave medical care is considered veterinary care but at no time did Sunny make me feel like that.

Director Gale asked Sunny, "Any issues with Gerald last night?"

"No ma'am. I locked his badge out of the patient rooms before I left last night. The night nurse said he didn't even try to come by," Sunny replied.

Director Gale ran her hands down my body, appraising me. Now *SHE* made me feel like an animal. She turned back to Sunny and pointed to me, "Can she walk?"

I don't see why not, ma'am. Let me finish checking her out first."

"Good. When you're done, I want you to personally bring her to my office."

Director Gale turned without another word and left me alone with Sunny, who smiled comfortingly at me. "I'm going to just check out a few more things before we let you up. We don't need a scare like yesterday, not with who your new owner is."

I'd heard the name "Frost" before, of course. James E. Frost was the inventor of the technology that went into the slave collars, and I knew the name Arthur Frost from the slave civics classes I'd taken at school. They, that is you, were one of the most famous and powerful families in the name of the slave industry.

Sunny checked my vitals with the medical implant and then checked them manually to make sure everything was calibrated and functioning properly. "Too bad you're a slave, sweety," she said to me, "you're a cutie."

My cheeks burned in embarrassment. It's not like I'd never been flirted with by a girl before, but I'd never been flirted with by a girl while she was clothed, and I was naked. I was very conscious of the cool temperature in the room making my nipples erect just like I was very conscious of Sunny's gaze. Was I reading too much into what she said? Was the rest of my life going to be me having to question every interaction I'd ever have? It was, to put it mildly, all too overwhelming.

Sunny declared me fit and helped me off the infirmary bed and kept hold of my arm until she was sure I wasn't going to collapse. Sunny walked me down to Director Gale's office where I was left standing nervously in front of the Director. Gale, for her part, ignored me for several minutes. I eyed the chair in front of her desk and edged my way toward it.

"I didn't tell you to sit," Director Gale said halting my movement, "stand for inspection."

I snapped to attention, putting my hands behind my head. I think I managed to say, "yes, ma'am," before Gale was around the desk and standing inches from me. Director Gale was easily two inches taller than me, but her presence made me feel like nothing more than a toddler next to her. She began to methodically examine and touch my body. Well, I guess at this point it was no longer my body but the governments and my new master's.

My mind, my conscious self, left my body. I knew that despite her initial protection of me that this woman was not to be trusted. She was not my friend. She'd done this act with hundreds, if not thousands of slaves in her career. I also knew that if I didn't divorce myself from the reality of what was happening, I would lose any of the composure that I was desperately holding on to. Heaven knows that I no longer had any dignity; my composure was all I had left.

Director Gale's voice cut through my reverie, "I asked you a question, 513180."

I watched Director Gale in horror. I hadn't been paying attention and I knew that I was going to pay the price for it. I tried to sputter out an answer but not actually knowing the question made this as risky as not saying anything.

Director Gale asked, venom in her voice, "I asked you if you'd ever eaten a woman out before?"

My composure slipped a little. "Wha..." I began to stammer.

"Have you ever eaten pussy before, 513180," Gale asked in an angry tone.

"No...no, ma'am. I haven't," I quietly answered.

Director Gale undid the buttons on her skirt and the garment dropped to the floor. "Your new master has forbidden anyone from deflowering you. Men and their virgin fantasies," she rolled her eyes, "However, he has made no claim on your mouth. On your knees, 513180."

Gale saw my hesitation and issued no warning. She pressed a button on her phone and my collar lit up. I screamed in surprise as the shock ran through my body and I fell to my knees involuntarily as my muscles spasmed. Gale looked me in the eye, and I saw the unspoken statement: "Disobey and I would be punished." I reminded myself that this woman was not my friend.

I started to reply, "Yes, ma'am," but Director Gale interrupted me, saying, "I don't want to hear you speak unless I ask a question. Remove my underwear and get to work."

I complied in fear of the collar. I complied in fear of this woman. I pulled her thong down revealing her bush and pussy. Gale sat down and spread her legs wide. "Do you like my bush, 513180? You won't have one for much longer."

I sputtered out an answer that seemed to satisfy her. I'd certainly seen other women's privates before; locker rooms, slumber parties and the like but never before so...open. I took a moment to steel myself and finally gave her a tentative lick.

"You'll need to do better than that, 513180."

I licked Director Gale again and once more. I heard her sigh in exasperation, and she pushed me away. "You're not painting a wall, 513180," Gale said, "use some finesse. Haven't you ever had your cunt eaten?"

"No, ma'am," I whispered.

"Well, I'm not going to do it. If you want a someone to do that maybe you can ask your friend in the infirmary. In the meantime, you'd better figure out how to eat mine. You're not going anywhere until I cum."

I may never have had my cunt licked, as Director Gale put it, but I knew how to masturbate. I began to use my tongue like I would use a finger on myself. I must have done something right as Director Gale moaned and her juices began to coat my face.

Part IV

Arthur cut the recording and sighed. He suspected the Director would have done something like this but to hear it irritated him. She was correct, of course. When Arthur purchased Aspen, he made it clear that she was to remain a virgin, but he didn't put that moratorium on her mouth. He'd HOPED for a better human nature than this, but he should have known.

"Do you need a moment," he asked Aspen.

Aspen, who hadn't been aware that she was crying nodded her head. After a few sniffles Aspen finally was able to say, "I'm sorry, Master. I know they drill into slaves that we are no longer exclusively straight, gay, or any other sexuality and that we are just property to be used but..."

"You aren't attracted to women," Arthur finished for her.

"No, Master," Aspen answered, "I am not. I'm not a homophobe by any stretch of the imagination. I'm not a bigot. It just isn't for me."

Arthur sighed again and tried to calm himself. "You know what Director Gale did had nothing to do with yours or even her sexuality. It was to show you that she had power over you. You will find, as you continue to collaborate with me, that this treatment is a common tactic and it all centers around ... I'm completely missing the point, aren't I?"

Aspen laughed loudly; she was getting more and more glimpses of the real Arthur Frost, not just "Auditor Frost". She could tell he was rather awkward when dealing with people outside of a business situation. To top it all, Aspen mused that she could physically feel Arthur's loneliness.

Arthur, for his purpose, was upset with himself for yammering like a nervous teenager. Normally an interview like this was a gathering of facts, an endeavor that Arthur had done dozens if not hundreds of times. But he acknowledged to himself, he'd never been this invested before and that was dangerous. And worse, it was unprofessional! Arthur had met many judicial slaves over the years that he thought "got a bad rap" from the courts but he never before had met one that he believed was innocent of her charges. Arthur had to admit that he'd never met one he had feelings for, either.

Sensing the pregnant pause in the room, Aspen said, "let's continue, Master. We're close to the end."

Part V

Once Director Gale recovered from her orgasms she redressed and pulled a tablet from her desk, then she called for a guard. I became quite scared that the guard was going to be Gerald Branch and that Director Gale wasn't going to keep her promise to keep him away. To my relief, a female guard came into the office. But as I'm sure you can imagine, my trust level was non-existent.

"Take 513180 for her final depilation and her first session with Doctor Sears."

There was something in Director Gale's tone when she said the name Sears. There was something in her smile and it made the hair on the back of my neck.

The new guard took out of Director Gale's office through the slave pens. I set my first look at all hapless and helpless souls that were doomed to auction later that week. I saw several of the slaves (funny, even at this point I thought of them as slaves rather than people) that I had been inducted with the day before. The man who had been convicted of rape was missing from the cages, however. Mostly, I was watching for Branch, suspecting this was exactly where he'd be waiting to intercept me and find a way to deliver what he had promised me.

Several slaves glared at me; more than one spit at me and I heard more than a few call me a traitorous cunt. So much for solidarity among salves. I was sure that I had Branch to thank for making sure the slaves down here knew my face and my verdict. It would seem that patriotism still ran think among society's wretched class. The only person who showed me any look of sympathy was the young Amish woman that I had come into the center with. Our eyes met briefly and while I saw sympathy and recognition in them. I also saw utter hopelessness. The poor girl had been utterly broken. She no longer tried to hide her body and she had the look of a dog in a pound. I wondered how many times the poor child had already been used by the guards and I understood that if I hadn't been bought sight unseen that I would have been in the same condition that she was if not worse.

My guard led me to my first stop. A pair of manacles hung from pullies in the ceiling, and I was locked into them. A long spreader bar was fastened between my ankles, forcing my legs apart uncomfortably. A smallish man with greasy black hair wearing a white, plastic coat came over and scanned my collar.

With evident disappointment he confirmed my registration number and that I was tagged as, "no penetration." He looked at my guard, saying, "C'mon, who will know?"

The guard silently pointed to my data on the man's pad and tapped her finger. The plastic coated man read where the guard indicated and his disappointed look turned to fear.

Part VI

Aspen indicated to Arthur to pause the recording. "Master," she began, "I realize how influential you are but why are they so afraid of you?

Arthur cleared his throat and looked at Aspen closely and openly before replying, "I am known to be by the book, very above board. The laws governing slavery are to the letter specific and are written for both the public's and, believe it or not, and for the slave's protection. But like any for profit institution it will have those that abuse the system. It is my responsibility as an auditor to see that every transaction, every interaction ever performed in the purview of slavery is above board.

"So," Aspen prompted.

"So, I pride myself in not being corrupt. I am quick to make sure laws are followed and every slave is safe under my jurisdiction."

Aspen laughed for a moment and said, "you sound like an old comic book," then growing more serious as she realized the meaning behind his words, "you've sent people into slavery, haven't you?"

"Yes," Arthur answered truthfully, "though it still takes a judge to agree to my recommendations. And I've allowed my reputation to become scarier than the truth because I find that useful at times. It gave you some measure of protection, after all."

Aspen nodded solemnly reevaluating the man who owned her a little. "Master, do you send a lot of people to the block?"

"No, I do not," Arthur said firmly, "most infractions, in fact almost all of them, come with fines or cost people their jobs and licenses to own or work in the slave industry. I've not set out to be a force of punishment or anything like an old comic book," he finished using Aspen's terms.