(This is a story from the world of legalized slavery. The 34th amendment made slavery legal again for crime, bankruptcy, and those special souls that volunteer for the fun and games. All characters who are 18 years of age or older, and there is no underage sexual activity. This is story and I in no way condone any acted against someone's will, or permission.)
6 Months Ago
Erin and Jacob both sat in plush, high back leather chairs in the middle of a very well-appointed office. Across from them behind a wide mahogany desk was Wayne Newport the owner and CEO of Slave Products and Systems Inc. SPSI was the largest global provider of well everything slave related. They provide just about every product a slave owner, retailer, training school, auction house, or wholesaler might need or ever want. Their slave products covered the range from the inexpensive slave kibble, or zip cuffs, to the high-end electromagnetic slave collars and cuffs. If it had anything to do with the slave industry, the sex, or flesh trade Wayne Newport owned a part of it.
Erin and Jacob Miller were the last people on earth that you would think would be sitting in his large office located in The Yards auction and entertainment house, but here they were. Wayne leaned back in his chair, "so let me get this straight, you Reverend Jacob Miller, the same nationally recognized pastor and evangelical speaker, the Director of the Anti-Slavery and Public Decency Coalition wants to partner with me, and SPSI?" He paused for just a moment, "I mean we are enemies, and rivals. The only reason I accepted the meeting in the first place was to finally meet the man face to face that has been causing me so much political grief."
Erin sat watching him, thinking that he was not dressed at all how she expected. She thought a man in the slave and sex trades would be dressed sleazily, or like a pimp of some sort. Lots of gold rings, and chains hanging from his neck. Thick, dark chest hair peeking out between the folds of his button-down shirt. Oh, and the shirt should be colorful and accompanied with linen pants and white patent leather shoes with no socks. Her imagination, however, could not be any further from the truth. The only thing that was the same about him compared to her vision of what he should be was that he wore pants, a shirt, and shoes. He actually wore a finely tailored black suit jacket with a dark blue patterned dress shirt. Erin admired him for a moment. His hair was short, almost a buzz cut, that required very little attention, he looked tall but hard to determine since he did not stand to greet them when they entered his office. He had green eyes that seemed to have a little sparkle to them as he spoke, but other than that he was slightly above average on the good looks scale. Not a man she would consider attractive although not bad looking. There was nothing extraordinary about him other than his sense of style, and the wealth that was dripping off of him, oh and all of the naked slave women in his office.
When Erin and her husband first entered the office, she was taken off guard by all of the nudity, and was immediately uncomfortable. There was a very pretty slave, with bright red hair, and freckles wearing a maid's cap, and apron. She had her nipples pierced with small barbells, and a small metal tag with a number stamped into it hanging from her left breast. She stood quietly by a drink cart with her feet together and hands behind her back. Another female slave was standing behind them beside the door they used to enter the office. She stood silently holding the guests' coats, and hats. A third and fourth slave were kneeling on each side of his desk. They were facing into the room holding crystal bowls filled with candies and chocolates. The one that caught Erin's attention the most, and kept drawing her attention was a rather short woman who stood on a small platform against one of the walls. She stood in the middle of a beautiful gold picture frame on the wall behind her. That was not unique, what made it unique was that her body had Van Gogh' Starry Night painted on it. The background behind her from one side of the frame to the other was the rest of the Starry Night artwork. Erin could not help but stare at how strangely beautiful the whole thing looked. The swirls of the night skies, stars and moon swirled around her breasts, and body. The wisps of the clouds running across her belly and blending into the background perfectly.
"Mr. Newport, I know that this might seem strange considering how public myself and my followers have campaigned against the 34th amendment, as well as business such as your own," Jacob paused for a moment trying to get a read on Newport before continuing, "but I can assure you that we are here not as adversaries but to form a partnership for the good of our country, and our organizations, and well to be honest our bank accounts."
Wayne seemed to be more interested in Erin as she was disengaged from the conversation staring at the human Starry Night. "She is lovely, don't you think Mrs. Miller?"
"Oh, um sure, I am sorry for staring, I know I should have been listening and here to support my husband I just could not help myself" Erin smiled, embarrassed as she looked back at Wayne.
"No apologies needed I understand it is sometimes hard not to stare and admire these slave naked beauties," he said as he gestured around the room toward the other woman, "that is new technology my R and D team has been working on for a couple of years now, and I think we have it just about perfect. We call living slave art."
"It is amazing." Jacob spoke not wanting to be left out.
"Of course, it is fucking amazing! Everything that SPSI does is amazing," Wayne said, his tone a bit aggressive toward Jacob, but never once stopped looking at Erin.
"How is it done? It can't be painted with the way it moves and shimmers, and I don't see any kind of projector anywhere." Erin asked as she looked at the ceiling looking for something small that might be shooting the image on the slave.
Wayne smiled at her, "it is all done with a new kind of electro conductive, light refractive body paint." He stood up and walked to the wall where the Starry Night slave was located. "See," he licked his thumb and forefinger and taking one of the slaves' nipples between the fingers started to rub back and forth, "the image won't move or project where there is no paint." he moved his hand and stepped back. The slaves' pink flesh stood out in contrast to the darkness of the masterpiece. "We have a sealer that we can spray over the paint to prevent it from rubbing off, but I do enjoy giving these demonstrations." He smiled again but this time at both Erin and Jacob.
"But how does the image get on her body to move like that?" Jacob was now very interested in slave art. He had always been wildly interested in new technology, and innovation, and the prospects of this new tech got him very excited.
Wayne's grin grew from ear to ear, "oh that is the fun part, and I am so glad that you asked. See the paint is made up of small conductive, reflective particles, that when applied make a kind of digital mesh. It is flexible, nearly transparent, and does not interfere with the wearer in any way," he turned as he spoke and started to do something behind the slave, "so once the surface is coated it just needs a low voltage input and signal." he tugged at something behind the slave and the wall flashed off turning white. He gently pushed the slave a few steps forward and turned her around. Starry Night was now wrapped around her entire body moving and shifting.
"Now let me show you, spread your legs, slave and present." The slave quickly spread her legs wide and bent at her waist pulling her ass cheeks apart. Buried deep in her ass was a butt plug. The plug that had a small antenna wire, and l shaped metal rod that stuck out from the bulbous base while two small LEDs flashed red and green. "This plug supplies the power and has a Bluetooth receiver so it can be controlled from any smart device; all you need is the app." He pulled out his phone and navigated through a few screens, and the backside of the slave including her hands holding her ass open flickered and they were now watching a porn video of a black woman sucking a heavy white guy's cock. "As you can see, we are not limited to just pictures, but we can also project videos as well. However, live streaming requires more power. The only way to get that kind of power is this." He touched the rod with the connector," as long as it is plugged into a power source then streaming is possible as well."
"Wow that is incredible, the applications are so far reaching, I cannot imagine all of the possibilities," Jacob knew that this one invention would be a game changer for any company and worth billions. He began to question if he could even partner with this man, and felt his confidence eroding away.
