Dear readers, I know some might be hoping for an update to Agent, and two new chapters are coming I promise! But I wrote this as a mental exercise to get my writing juices going, and wanted to share it. The story is set in the legalized slavery world created by Joe_Doe_Stories, and expanded on by Gentleman Mariner, monkey_man66 and I'm sure some others. The idea of the old lady and her store came from the wonderfully deviant mind of Joe_Doe_Stories, and I couldn't have done this story without him. The comments and feedback from you readers are my inspiration and the reason I keep writing. Fans of the genre, please don't crucify me if I butcher it.
XOXO
Tanuki
The statuesque young woman walked through the labyrinth of cubicles in the FBI field office, dropping off letters and documents. The last name on her list read "Reina Sayama, Special Agent, Slavery Violation Unit." She found the name tag on the cubicle wall and dropped the letter in the envelope slot, taking a peek at the slender Asian woman leaning back in her office chair. She was young, maybe mid 20s, and pretty with her dark brown hair tied in a ponytail, and her gray fitted suit didn't completely hide her curvaceous figure. The delivery girl sighed with envy. If she'd only made better choices in life, maybe she could have been the one dressed in a suit, with a bad ass FBI job.
The agent looked up to see the girl peeking around her office cubicle wall. She was beautiful, dressed in a revealing pink tank top and matching shorts, and it was clear she wasn't wearing any underwear. The girl looked completely out of place in an FBI office. "Who are you?" she asked the delivery girl, who looked like a college intern by age, but interns usually wore fitted suits or coat & tie.
The girl stepped out, looking embarrassed. She quickly got down on her knees. "Oh, I'm sorry Mistress, I didn't mean to stare. I'm Kara, I'm the new office slave girl. I just started today. Can I make some copies for you?"
"Slave girl?" asked the agent, incredulous. After two years of rumors, they'd finally done it, allowed FBI field offices to bring in indentured slaves to do the menial office work like making copies and delivering mail. And it was clear how this girl had been selected. She'd bet money her boss Ellis had done the interviewing, and written up the dress code. She looked at the girl kneeling demurely just outside her cubicle, her big doe eyes looking up expectantly. "Get up! Who told you to kneel?"
"Uh, it was... Mr. Ellis?" said the girl, gracefully unwinding her long legs and getting to her feet.
"I knew it. Bastard," said Reina, under her breath. She waved the girl away with disgust. "Go, and don't kneel for people!"
Reina Sayama was born in Japan, of a Japanese father and Polish-American mother. When she was only five, her life took a wild change in course. Japan, desperate to address its overwhelming national debt burden, had instituted a national slavery law by its predominantly male Parliament. Reina's mother had been attracted to Japan for its tolerance and even encouragement of submissiveness among women; it was in fact the reason she'd moved there and married a Japanese man. As a hostess, she didn't make a lot of money, and combined with Reina's father's gambling debts and the economic downturn, the family's debt grew to an alarming level. Reina's mother secretly signed away her freedom in return for a large sum of money, with which she'd hoped to secure a future for Reina and her sister Mai, and rescue her husband from his Yakuza loan shark. Her father had been furious when he found out, but there was no breaking a willfully signed slavery contract. His only recourse was to try to buy her back. Reina's mother had been auctioned at Tokyo's first Slave House, and her father had been in the audience, her mother's contract money in hand to try to buy back his wife. The sight of the big breasted, golden haired white woman kneeling obediently on the block with her silky thighs spread wide had caused an uproar in the audience of mostly wealthy Japanese men. Reina's father had been outbid in less than a minute, and Reina's mother had been handed in chains to a well-connected Japanese businessman.
Shortly after, her father had paid off his debts using her contract money, to honor his wife's wishes. Then he brought Reina and her older sister Mai to the United States, to enroll them in an all-girls prep school. Reina's father raised his daughters right, and as adults they were both vehemently opposed to slavery. When the US legalized slavery, both girls dedicated their careers to the protection of women from the fast-growing tentacles of the slaving industry. Mai became a lawyer specializing in protecting women from slavery prosecutions. Reina had transferred from her counter terrorism post in the FBI, to a new division created to target illegal enslavement schemes.
Reyna quickly excelled in her new position, thrilled to be doing vital work to protect women and girls. It was a quite common practice for the slaving industry to trick or entrap pretty young women into something that would lead to their eventual enslavement. It was of particular concern for famous female celebrities or athletes, who would fetch such a high price on the slave block that their freedom was always in danger from nefarious characters in the slaving industry.
Reina's career accelerated quickly, yet she had one drawback. Her pretty face was extremely expressive, which was something her trainers at the Academy had focused in on as an undesirable trait for an investigator. It was something she'd worked hard to control, with some success. Despite her efforts, her coworkers and the criminals she targeted never had much trouble making her blush, or shocking her with their inappropriate comments, much to their amusement. Reina had been reprimanded more than once by her superiors for her "unprofessional" behavior, but despite 5 years in the Bureau, she still had a naive streak, and was an easy target for men who liked to tease her.
Reina's father had tried to discourage both girls from their chosen professions, worrying that too much exposure to the slavery industry might foster some deep-seated tendencies inherited from their mother. But both girls had assured him repeatedly that they were not like their mother, and from all appearances, that was true. When Reina had volunteered for the Bureau, the agency psychologist had grilled her to try to uncover any such tendencies. The Bureau could not afford one of their agents choosing to become a slave, it would be an embarrassment. Reina had passed with flying colors, showing no signs of affinity for slavery. She'd done well in her new role, earning commendations and helping to break up several entrapment schemes. She'd received more than a few gifts from appreciative female celebrities, and her closet had a few stunning and unaffordable dresses and designer bags, which she would wear on special occasions.
The lunch hour bell sounded, rousing Reina from her thoughts, and she quickly got out of her chair and grabbed her purse. She was going to meet her old childhood friend Debbie Jamison, whom she hadn't seen in over a year. Going around her desk she knocked a stack of papers onto the floor, and as she bent over to pick them up, she heard a familiar voice from behind her.
"Ah, my favorite view," said the slightly nasally voice. Ellis was her pudgy middle aged supervisor. Reina turned around, her eyes narrowing and her hand starting to strangle the strap of her purse. "Oh, silly me... now I remember
this
is my favorite view. Pity you insist on wearing clothes in the office," said Ellis, looking his subordinate up and down.
"Ellis!" hissed Reina, crossing her arms over her chest as she turned around. The man was incredibly annoying, but he was also competent and had taken care of her career-wise. For that reason she made an effort to tolerate his childish behavior. But bringing in an office slave girl? That was way over the line. "Ellis! I saw the new 'office girl'. That was your doing, no doubt?"
"Hmm, yes," murmured Ellis, as if trying to see through her forearms to the treasures beneath. Then he gave up and sighed. "Uh, yes, beautiful girl, and quite a bargain really. No salary or overtime, cheap health care, no whining about work hours or harassment. She quite likes me I think! Cheerful lass, don't you think?"
"Ellis!" she hissed again. "I thought we agreed we weren't going to bring in slaves, even if the FBI ok'd it? How can we set out to fight slavery when we are participating in it??"
Ellis shrugged. "We're not fighting slavery, remember? Slavery is legal. Our job is to make sure the industry obeys the laws. You forget that sometimes. Besides, I think it's a great morale booster, and she's quite hardworking and helpful."
Reina made a sound of disgust. "Oh, I'm sure she is, what is she helping you with, sir?" The last one had a stinging ring of sarcasm attached.
Ellis raised an eyebrow as if in thought. "Well, yes, she... uh... anyway, that's not why I'm here. Agent Huntly tracked a suspect to a neighborhood in Little Tokyo, then lost him. He asked if you could take over."
"Of course he did," said Reina. Agent Hunk-ly she called him. Tall, dark and handsome, and dumb as rocks. "Can't someone else do it? You know I'm tracking down those internal leaks. I really think someone is tipping off our friends about our movements."
