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. As always, this is an act of fiction and anything like this would be morally repugnant. And of course, anyone involved in any sexual activity is of eighteen years old or older.

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 6

Aspen opened her eyes to the sun streaming in the window. After a moment of leisurely enjoying the feel of the sheets she remembered that it was finally Saturday and that meant her aunt and uncle would soon be there.

"Oh my God, I slept too long," she shouted, jumping out of the bed, "I have to shower, I have to get ready!" Arthur sat up, watching the girl in full, frantic mode and trying not to laugh.

Arthur let the panic go without interruption, knowing that today represented a little normalcy for Aspen in a week that was the antithesis of normal; and Aspen certainly earned a little bit of normal! Arthur watched her fondly as she streaked back and forth.

Arthur was still lying in bed when the naked, save for her collar and a towel, ball of energy ran back into the bedroom holding multiple outfits and her chosen wig. The slave looked at Arthur expectantly for a moment then asked, "Am I allowed to wear panties?"

Part of Arthur wanted to say "no," hoping to spend the day with her, knowing the only thing that separated him from her pussy was the thin layer of denim in her chosen shorts. He forced himself to remember his promise though and he said, "Of course you are, Pet."

Aspen quickly dressed and began to fuss with the wig. She was having trouble getting it exactly how she wanted it, and the frustration was mounting quickly. Arthur sensed the inevitable breakdown, so he wrapped her in his arms and kissed her.

"Go find Mrs. Frain," Arthur suggested, "she may mother you to death first, but she'll make sure that you look perfect."

Aspen perked up at the suggestion and returned Arthur's kiss before she ran out the door, leaving Arthur to get ready for the visit himself. He chose a neutral pair of khakis and a polo shirt. Though still uptight compared to Aspen's outfit, it was a far cry more casual than his usual suit and tie.

Part II

Aspen sat in the hall near the front door, watching through the window like an excited child. When the car finally pulled up, she was so overcome that she had trouble opening the front door. Once outside she practically flew into the arms of her aunt and uncle, crying and sobbing in joy. She gasped in happy surprise when a third person climbed out of the car, a young woman with a strong resemblance to Aspen.

"Summer," Aspen cried out and rushed to the young woman, hugging her.

Arthur waited patiently by the door, respectful of Aspen and her family members during their reunion. Truthfully, he was very please to have helped make this happen. Eventually, Aspen called him over to the car.

"Aunt Amanda, Uncle Robert, Summer, this is my master, Arthur Frost."

Arthur tried to break the awkward silence by shaking Robert's hand and saying, "It is a pleasure to meet all of you. I'm glad you could come to see Aspen."

Robert nervously reintroduced himself, his wife Amanda, and their daughter, Summer. To Arthur's bemusement, Robert kept shaking his hand for several seconds. "Please, Mr. Carson, I'm not anyone's enemy here." Robert and Amanda laughed nervously.

Arthur led everyone to the parlor inside the house. "I'll leave you to your visit," he said, "there will be rooms made up for everyone. You're welcome to stay as long as you would like."

Amanda looked surprised and asked, "Do you really mean that, Mr. Frost?"

"Please call me Arthur. And yes, if it helps Aspen at all you can stay as long as you wish." Leaving the couple stunned and feeling a little dubious, Arthur left the room and retired to his study to allow the family to reunite without his shadow over them.

Part III

Aspen sat with her family in the parlor, each of them trying to hold back tears. Finally, Summer said what ha been on her mind since the moment she had seen her cousin, "Does he...you know...hurt you?"

Aspen smiled, trying to find the way to answer Summer without upsetting anyone. "On my second day I did something dumb, and he did spank me, but I think it upset him more than it did me. He's really very nice and very protective. As far being enslaved for someone's use, I think I lucked out."

Robert scoffed. "If he is so nice, why doesn't he just let you go?"

"Oh, Uncle Robert, you know he can't. I'm still a convicted felon serving out a sentence but if it wasn't for that I think he would free me tomorrow. But he simply cannot."

Amanda asked, "Do you really believe that?"

Aspen nodded and said that she did believe that before Summer continued with more questions, "How come you're dressed?"

Aspen laughed, "Because Master wanted everyone to be comfortable and he's not some dirty old pervert.

Summer looked surprised considering her knowledge of slavery came from nothing but tawdry romance novels. "So, he doesn't make you...?"

Aspen shook her head, laughing, "no, he doesn't. I stay in his room, but nothing happens just because I am his slave. Hell, he feels guilty when he kisses me!"

Robert and Amanda were having a hard time wrapping their minds around Aspen's declarations, but Robert was finding he had a new-found respect for Arthur blooming. It may have been wishful thinking, but Robert was praying it was the truth. He felt that Arthur really did have Aspen's best interests at heart.

"So, you live in a large house and hang out with one of the most powerful men in the county and he expects nothing from you," Summer asked in surprise, "where do I sign up?"

Summer's joke jarred Aspen. She became very serious with her cousin, "I do work for him, Summer, and slavery isn't something to be sought after. It isn't a sex game. Its terrifying. Its lonely. I cannot stress how lucky I got where hundreds and thousands of slaves do not."

Robert excused himself from the room. He knew where Summer was trying to steer the conversation, and he needed to gather his thoughts. He needed to talk to Arthur. After stepping into the hall, Robert eyed the closed door to Arthur's study, and he knocked on the door.

"Enter," Arthur called from within.

Robert went through the doorway and stood respectfully. "Mr. Frost, may I have a word with you?"

"Yes, but only if you call me Arthur," the auditor replied, "Please sit and tell me what's on your mind."

Robert sat down in the chair in front of Arthur's desk and opened and closed his mouth several times trying to find where he wanted to start. Arthur could tell something very heavy was on Robert's mind, so he was paying close attention to what the other man had to say.

"It isn't about Aspen," Robert finally began, "it's actually about Summer."

"I see," Arthur said, "May I ask: Is she in trouble?"

Robert shook his head, "No, nothing like that. Nothing that serious. Yet."

Intrigued, Arthur prompted, "Please go on."

"She just graduated highs school and she's been accepted to Penn."

Arthur was impressed. "Good school. My bachelor's degree is from Penn," Arthur praised.

"The problem is that we can't afford it," Robert paused, "but I'm not asking for money," he assured Arthur quickly.

Arthur nodded, sure of where this was going now. "So, Summer wants to get slave graded and take out a loan."

"Worse."

"You're telling me that she wants to go straight into indenture," Arthur was unhappy to surmise, "Why?"

Robert sighed and gathered his courage to continue, "She thinks that if she goes into an indenture that she has a better chance at getting a decent sponsor than if she were to default on her loans and get auctioned as a slave later"

"She's right," Arthur reluctantly said, tenting his fingers in thought, "to an extent. There're still no guarantees. I know some very rich men who sponsor girls in her situation and then put conditions on the indenture so impossible to meet that the girls wind up as slaves anyway. Pigs, the lot of them."

"How often does that happen," Robert asked.

"More often than you would like to know," Arthur confirmed.

"Can you help us," Robert asked, "Summer has this completely romanticized version of slavery in her head and I'm afraid she'll go and do something stupid."

"I'll do what I can," Arthur offered, "but I'm not sure what you want me to do."

"Scare her," Robert declared, "Scare the thought right out of her!"

Arthur nodded, "I think I can do that."

Part III

Arthur and Robert returned to the parlor, it was clear to Robert that the argument between Aspen and Summer had continued. Aspen was visibly angry with her cousin and her eyes were boiling dangerously. Summer was looking back at Aspen in defiance.

"Your father tells me you're going to be attending Penn, Summer," Arthur stated.

"Yes, sir," she smiled coyly for a moment, "are you going to be my sponsor, Mr. Frost?"

Aspen's head whipped around to look at Arthur angrily, "What," she hissed. That one syllable spoke volumes.

"Of course not," Arthur scolded.

Aspen turned back to Summer and said, "You're actively looking at indenture? Are you fucking insane?"

Before Summer could answer, Aspen looked at Arthur and asked to be excused for a moment. Arthur assented and Aspen left the room, slamming the door.

"Summer, I know it sounds like an exciting idea," Arthur said to the younger woman, "but it is far more dangerous that you realize. People use indentures to lure in young women like you and then manipulate their circumstance, forcing them into serving years as a pleasure slave. Indentures like this almost never end well."

Summer was going to ask Arthur what her chances would be if she defaulted on the loan and went straight to slavery when the parlor door swung back open. Everyone stared at the doorway in stunned silence except Arthur. He knew exactly what Aspen's plan was and he was impressed. Aspen stood in the doorway, naked save for her slave collar, she'd even taken off her wig.

"Look," Aspen demanded, "look at me. This is what you're asking for. LOOK AT ME!"

Summer raised her eyes to look at her cousin. She gazed at her hairless body and the ghost of the bruises from the beatings she had taken. She looked at the shiny collar against Aspen's skin.

"This is what slavery and indenture is, Summer. Say goodbye to your dignity and body autonomy. It's a collar and humiliation. Yeah, I got lucky. You probably won't."

Summer's eyes began to fill with tears at the sight of Aspen's injuries and the indignities she imagined her cousin facing, but Aspen didn't let up.

"You want this? You think you can handle this? Stand up and take your clothes off."

The room remained silent, watching the confrontation between the cousins. Summer balked and began to shake her head no. Robert and Arthur's eyes met, and an understanding passed between them: This is exactly what needed to happen.

"Do it," Aspen demanded, "If you were collared already, you'd be being beaten for disobeying orders. Or you'd be shocked."

"No, I can't in front of..."

"In front of who? Your parents? My Master? If you can't strip now, how will you when you're being graded, or when you sign the indenture? Strip! Strip or end this nonsense now."

Summer stared straight at Aspen and with a defiant look she stood up and began to remove her clothing. Amanda started to call out to her daughter to stop but Robert put his hand on his wife's shoulder and shook his head.

"I think this needs to happen," Robert whispered to Amanda, "trust Aspen and Mr. Frost."

Very quickly, Summer stood in front of Aspen, naked. Amanda was quietly crying as her parents were averting their eyes as best they could. Even Arthur who dealt with slaves on the regular was uncomfortable. But if Aspen was bothered, she hid it well.

"Master," Aspen said, "I present to you Summer Carson, candidate for Indenture Sponsorship."

Arthur couldn't lie to himself, Aspen had just impressed the hell out of him. The procedure that she just demonstrated was right out of the book on slave handling: "Intimidation Without Physical Violence." And what's more, Aspen executed it in such a manner that made it seem as if Summer was just another product, another piece of flesh being graded. Aspen was out to dehumanize and humiliate Summer in much the way she had been dehumanized. If Summer was going to experience this for the first time Aspen was determined to make sure she did in an environment that while absolutely humiliating (in front of her own parents) it would remain perfectly safe.

Arthur glanced at Robert who nodded his agreement." Good work, 513180," Arthur said to Aspen, putting on his "auditor voice." Aspen had heard this voice before when she arrived and wasn't phased by it but the others in the room were stunned in the shift in his demeanor. This was Auditor Arthur Frost, and he was the terror of the slave industry.

Arthur looked Summer over with a critical and careful gaze. He wasn't fooling around or faking it. Arthur was prepared to assess an indenture candidate, and he was going to do it right. "513180, show the candidate the inspection position."

Aspen stood in front of Summer and said, "Legs shoulder width apart, hands behind your head, and elbows in line with your shoulders. Now!"

Summer slowly complied and stood naked and exposed before everyone in the inspection position. Her parents rose to leave the room, but Arthur stopped them. "Please stay. I know its uncomfortable, but Summer needs to get used to other people in the room when she's naked if she's at all serious about indenture."

Robert wasn't sure if he wanted to thank Arthur or punch him.

Summer giggled nervously and said, "the room is cold!"

"I didn't ask," Arthur snapped, "please only speak when I ask a question!"

Arthur resumed inspecting the girl, but out of respect for her parents and his growing feelings for Aspen, he never touched Summer. He did instruct Summer to display herself in ways that made the girl burn red in embarrassment.

"It's been a decade or so since I was a grader downtown," Arthur began, "but I'd put you at 'choice'."

Summer balked. That was far from the best grade. A choice rating would extend any indenture by at least two years. She opened her mouth to protest but Arthur was prepared and cut her off.

"And that's why," he snapped, "right there. You can't seem to follow directions. I told you to keep quiet and you just can't. Your inability to follow simple directions without being told multiple times will lower your grade even more and in turn extend your time in indenture. Do you understand, girl?"

"Yes, sir," Summer muttered, humiliation being the only that covered her at this moment. To make matters worse, she felt her arousal starting to rise. She prayed nobody noticed the trickle of moisture that was making its way down her leg.

Arthur noticed.

"513180 take your cousin to get cleaned up then join us in the dining room for lunch. You may redress but Summer will remain naked until after lunch, then we will talk."

"Yes, Master," Aspen said. She quickly led Summer out of the room.

Part IV

Arthur sat heavily in the arm chair across from Robert and Amanda. "I hope that wasn't too far," he said to Robert.

"No," Robert answered, "no I don't think it was. Quite unexpected but not too far. I see where you get your reputation."

Amanda looked at her husband in surprise. Robert smiled and told his wife about his request to Arthur to scare Summer out of her notions of indenture. Amanda remained confused.

"And Aspen just went with it," she asked.

"Aspen took ME by surprise as much as you," Arthur laughed, "she had no idea what Robert and I talked about. She was brilliant."

"She seemed so angry," Amanda said sadly. Arthur and Robert agreed.

"If you knew everything that's happened to Aspen since her trial, I think you'd understand her anger," Arthur said, rubbing his eyes to ease the tension.

Robert sighed heavily and tried to begin to speak several times. Arthur wasn't sure if Robert couldn't find the words he wanted to say or if the other man already knew the answer to what he was about to ask.

"You want to know if I think it worked," Arthur said and Robert nodded, silently.

"I don't. I think she is too intrigued by the idea of indenture and slavery. It has been romanticized to death in trashy novels and it seems like easy money with a little thrill to go with it."

"We can't let her risk her freedom like this," Amanda cried.

"But what can we do, Mandy," Robert said, "she's eighteen. We can't stop her if she decides to go through with it. Arthur, correct me if I'm wrong but if we interfere, we could end up in chains!"

"You are correct," Arthur confirmed, "but we can control the narrative." Arthur laid out his idea. Amanda wasn't happy with it, but Robert felt he knew enough about Arthur to trust him.

Part V

Aspen and Summer entered the dining room, both still stark naked. Aspen sat next to Arthur, and he indicated Summer to sit across from him. While Mrs. Frain served lunch, the group spoke.

"Are you intent on going through with this," Arthur asked Summer.

"Yes sir, I am. It is the best way to make sure I get my education."

Aspen began to stand up, her face already turning dark and angry. "Aspen, sit down," Arthur ordered. Aspen looked shocked but did as she was told.

Arthur nodded to Summer, acknowledging her wishes and already knowing her answer. "Then I have a proposition for you."

"I'm listening, Mr. Frost." She replied.

"You will remain here when your parents leave tomorrow afternoon. On Monday you will come with me to the processing center in the city and you will sign an indenture for one week. You will submit to a professional grading after which you will wear a collar and a chastity device. For the week you will spend under my care you will not be molested in any way."

Summer swallowed equal parts excitement and disappointment. Arthur was rather handsome for his age, and she would have been happy to been bedded by him, but she could see-everyone could see-that he was devoted to Aspen.

"And then?"

"If you still wish to sign a long-term indenture for your schooling, I will be your sponsor. Your position will be to remain here and work for Mrs. Frain when you are not directly involved in your education."

Time seemed to stop as Summer took in what Arthur had just said. This was literally the answer to everything she needed. She glanced at her parents who looked sad, but she saw agreement in their eyes.

"You'd do that for me," Summer asked.

"Yes," Arthur confirmed.

"Why?"

"Because if I say no you'll do it anyway and if it ends poorly, which odds indicate that it most likely will, Aspen will never forgive me, nor could I forgive myself."

Robert coughed and told his daughter to go get dressed.

"Both of you may get dressed," Arthur concluded.

Summer dashed from the room to retrieve her clothing, but Aspen paused at the door. "Master, may I have a quick word with you in private?"

Arthur excused himself from the table and followed Aspen to the study. "I'm in for it," Arthur thought as the pair entered the room. Arthur promised Aspen that she could always speak her mind in this room, and he had no doubt that she was about to. As soon as the door closed, Aspen seized her master's shirt and pulled him to her. Her lips found his and she kissed him hard.

"What was that for," he managed to ask when she finally freed his mouth.