Emily was a disaster.
It wasn't that she was ineffective as a slave huntress. If anything, the problem was that she was too effective. Specifically, the problem was that for her first capture, she chose the exact woman I least wanted captured.
Emily was in her first year at the Eastfield Girls' Academy, and like most students, she did not think highly of the Director. So, for her first target, she decided to acquire Diana Wilson herself.
"It was easy," Emily told me. "She keeps a jar of Gummy Bears on her desk anyway, so all I had to do was get myself sent to her office, and when she turned her back I slipped a couple into her jar. She was lecturing me about being respectful and lady-like, and I saw her eat a Gummy Bear. It was perfect."
I can only imagine what happened next. No doubt, Emily got bratty, and started ordering her to undress, touch herself, or whatever else her young, perverted mind could think of, and that was all it took. Fortunately, she knew enough to have her get dressed before telling her to drive Emily to the shop. But as soon as they walked in and I met them at the counter, she ordered Diana to strip.
Then she ordered her to bite her own nipple. Then, to stand, silently, while Emily pulled her pubic hair. Girls can be so cruel!
Emily had no way to know that I had recently made a deal with Nancy Evans to rig the next Titalin Club if Nancy would bring me Diana's daughter Beatrice. I thought I had been sending Nancy on an impossible task, which she would fail and allow me to keep Titalin Club honest. Events like these only work if the women participating in them have faith that they're fair.
Even in the unlikely event Nancy had succeeded, I could still have made that work to my advantage, as I could have kept Beatrice as a hostage against Diana, and force Diana to start selling me her 7th year girls who fail exams. That contract would represent a lucrative source of acquisitions -- more than lucrative enough to justify the risk to Titalin Club.
The only task I had given to Nancy was to bring Beatrice into the shop, and now that Diana was here, as my newest slave, that would be easy. All Nancy would need to do was tell Beatrice that her mother was here. Then, I would have to honor my deal with Nancy, even though Beatrice was now useless as a hostage. So, I could potentially lose both Titalin Club and my shot at the Eastfield Girls' Academy contract. The one silver lining in this was that Diana would fetch a good price. I would auction her, and be swamped with bids from former students who would be eager for a chance to have their way with her.
It was a problem, and no easy solution came to mind. So, I put it aside for the moment, doing my best to hide my disappointment from Emily, who, to be fair had no way of knowing any of this.
"Good work," I said to Emily, "let's take her to the back, and I'll show you how to process her."
I don't know what kind of student Emily was at school, but she certainly paid careful attention to what I had to show her. We laid Diana on her back on a stainless steel table, and gave her another, larger dose of Titalin to reinforce her conditioning. Then, we restrained her wrists, ankles, and neck. That last part was not actually necessary, as the Titalin dose we had given Diana coupled with the conditioning Emily had already accomplished meant Diana would do exactly as she was told, but it was standard procedure. We donned protective suits and gloves, and covered her body below her neck with a thick, white cream that is available only to slave shops. It smelled of coconut, but I warned Emily never to touch it with her bare hands.
"It removes all hair, and kills the follicles. Plus, it makes the skin softer and more sensitive, thus more receptive both to sexual stimulation and pain. On top of that, it contains trace amounts of topical Titalin."
"But I thought Titalin only affected you if you ate it," said Emily.
"You HAVE been doing your homework, haven't you," I commented. "And that is generally true with a girl's natural skin, but skin treated with this becomes capable of absorbing Titalin. So it isn't something you want unless you plan on joining Diana here."
"It's so weird, calling her 'Diana,'" commented Emily. "I'm so used to thinking of her as 'Miss Wilson.'"
"Well, thanks to you, she's not going to be 'Miss' anything ever again. Whoever buys her might even rename her, so she may not even be 'Diana' again," I said, as we finished up covering her body in the white cream.
We waited ten minutes, and then pulled out the hose with the shower nozzle, and washed the concoction off. It left her skin as smooth and soft as any baby's, with no signs of irritation. The next step was to put her hair in a cap, and apply the same concoction to her face. This part required care, so I did it myself. It wouldn't do to end up with a slave without eyebrows.
Once that was done, we turned Diana over and did her back. Then, we entered her data into the registration system, and the computer generated a registration code. That code was encoded onto a bar code. I allowed Emily to use the barcode gun to permanently tattoo the code to Diana's buttock.
"What if a slave already has tattoos there?" asked Emily.
"I know what you're getting at," I replied. "There is an urban myth that says if a girl gets her bum tattooed, she can't become a slave because they can't get a barcode there, but that's nonsense. If there's no clear place for a barcode, we just print it on a plastic tag and attach it to a metal ring like this," I picked up a metal ring and showed her.
"Where do you put the ring," asied Emily.
"We pierce the girl's hood, and it hangs there, right next to her clit," I said.
I could see by her reaction that the thought of that made her uncomfortable. Perhaps she was imagining herself, with a piercing THERE. She let it pass.
"What do we do next?" asked Emily.
"What we do next," I said, "is reinforce her conditioning. We need to do that before the Titalin wears off."
I addressed Diana, "Stand up, SLAVE," I ordered. She was visibly turned on, and she stood up.
