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Catfood - Episode 9 - "Enslaved"

© 2004 Nameless

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I looked from one to the other and finally back at Tammy. She gave me an encouraging grin and commanded "Sit down." The firmness of her voice shocked me out of my momentary daze and before I knew what had happened, I had obeyed her command.

I sat down and looked at her, waiting for her to say something. She smiled enigmatically but remained silent, finally I could not stand it any more and asked "And... am I accepted?"

Grinning widely, she waited for a few moments more before she let me off the hook "Yes. You..."

She didn't get any further, I jumped up and hugged her " Thank you! Thank you."

She returned the hug for a minute, then she gently pushed me back to look me in the eyes. She grinned and said "You do realize that you are giving my boss quite something to look at. And Frank is enjoying the view just as much, if the way he's smiling is any indication."

Suddenly I realized the position I was in and the fur on my muzzle fluffed out in embarrassment. I lay across Tammy's desk with my ass high in the air. Unless the two males had closed their eyes, they would have seen just about everything there was to see. Blushing furiously, I released Tammy and sat down as quickly as I could. My ears burned even hotter when a quick look confirmed that the two had indeed enjoyed the show.

Tammy smiled at me for a minute, waiting for me to relax a bit and then she said "Don't thank me until you have paid off your debts, Lydia."

"Thank you, anyway."

"You're welcome."

"Lydia?"

I turned to Peter, Tammy's boss "Yes? ... Sir?"

"Do you need more time to think about this?"

"No, Sir. I don't have any other choice anyway."

"Alright. Do you have your pad with you?"

"Yes, Sir."

"Good. Then we have everything we need to finish the paperwork tonight. If you want, that is."

"Yes, Sir. I want to do this."

"Ok. Tammy?"

"All right, Lydia. Let's get the show on the road then. We have considered the different possibilities and have decided that you will start to serve as our slave right away. That way our HMO can handle your therapy."

"Oh. What about the charity, they told me they could get me good rates?"

"I talked to them, the rates they could get you are better than what you'd get as a private patient, but they are still not nearly as good as what our HMO can get."

"Ok. Good."

"Unfortunately, your therapy will still be much more expensive than we originally thought. We ran the numbers, when we add our fees, taxes, interest and so on and we end up with 350k. That is, we estimate you will have 350k debt when you can finally start serving."

"350k? Crap!" I stared at her, then I lowered my head "Sorry 'bout that." and began to cry.

"I know it looks bad. It'll take you a long time to pay this off. I'm sorry, but that's the way it is, there is nothing I can do about it. You might be able to pay that off in five or six year, but it could just as easily be eight. You ok?"

I got myself together, wiped my eyes and answered "Yes, kind of. I don't like it, but I don't have a choice."

"There is one more point that you should be aware of: We are basically giving you an open line of credit. Since we can't really stop once we have started your therapy, at least not if we want you to be able to work off your debt, there is the possibility that you could end up as a slave for the rest of your life."

" What?!?"

"Yes, Lydia, if there are complications and the therapy takes much longer and costs more that anticipated, then you could be saddled with more debt than you would be able to pay off."

"Ugh... yeah, I can see that." Oppressive silence enveloped us for a long moment "I had not thought about this, but I can see your point. There isn't anything we can do about it?" Tammy looked at me sadly and shook her head "Why didn't you tell me this before?"

"Actually, mostly because I didn't think about it. Almost all other slaves get a fixed amount of money from us, usually to pay off debts. A few also hire up just to earn money, for example to be able to pay for college, but you are actually the first slave who'll end up with a not-yet-determined amount of debt."

"Oh." I think about it for a few seconds, then I shrug my shoulders "I'll have to take that risk."

Tammy gave me a tight smile "Good. You'll make it, Lydia. It'll be hard, but you'll do it." She paused for a moment, then she went on "As I said before, you will start serving as our slave right away. You will be on 'medical leave' until your treatment is finished, so you won't actually have to serve. But this does have several other consequences: One is that you won't be able to work at a normal job."

"Oh. So I'll have hand in my two-week's notice... What about working at the bar?"

"Well, actually you can't be employed regularly, so you'll have to terminate your employment. Actually, by becoming our indentured servant your employment is automatically terminated. It doesn't mean that you are not allowed to work there. But from now on we handle all your employments, that is, you would be on loan from us and your wages are paid to us. We will of course pass them on to you, minus a 'handling fee'. I will allow you to continue working at your current jobs until your therapy starts. After that you will probably not be able to work anyway. I have tentatively set your tryout day on Thursday, if you sign up today, then we'll fix the date."

"Oh." A shiver ran through me, almost as much excitement as fear. "Ok."

"Depending on how things go with your therapy, you may also attend a few 'courses' or take a short-term assignment or two. For now, since we don't want to jeopardize your therapy, this is optional and up to you and your doctor. Once your therapy is over and you really start serving us, you'll have to do all this, of course."

"Ok. So, as long as I feel well enough, I can continue earning money?"

"Yes." She gave me a decidedly lewd grin "And you'll even be able to get much better wages."

"Ummm... yeah."

"One other noticeable change is that from now on you won't be allowed to take off the collar any more."

"What? Not at all?"

"No. Well, actually we'll let you keep the key, but you may only take if off for medical reasons. And that means you don't just take if off when you go to the doctor, but only when he tells you to."

"Ok."

"I will monitor this, I haven't told you this before, but you may have thought about it already... the collar has sensors that let us know if you wear it and other things." She gave me a devious grin "If you take it off without a very good reason, I'll punish you."

"Punish? I'll have to pay a fine or something?"

"We could of course fine you, but we normally don't do that. We prefer to keep the punishment 'in character', that is we use methods that one would 'normally' use on a slave. Like, say a whipping or something."

"Ummm..." For a moment her grin turned decidedly nasty and I began to wonder if I had seriously misjudged her, but then she went on.

"We don't do something like that without a good reason, Lydia. The punishment for the first infraction won't be too hard, but we have to make sure you obey the commands we give you. Understood?"

I swallowed, the hardness in her eyes left no doubt that she was serious. "Yes, Mistress." I swallowed once more "What made me say that?"

Her face mellowed and she smiled again "I really hope that I won't have to punish you, but we simply can't let you go around and disobey our rules. Ok?"

"Yes... Tammy."

"Good." She leaned forward, took my paw and gave it a reassuring squeeze. "This may sound unpleasant, but we have very good reasons for all this, Lydia. There are a few more important legal details we have to consider, they may not actually affect your day-to-day life, but they can become very important."

"Such as?"

"Mainly, that while you are an indentured servant, you are not considered to be a full adult. As far as the law is concerned, you are treated very similar to a minor. You can't vote and if you commit a crime, you will be held responsible, but I will also be charged with neglecting to look after you. If you can convince the judge that I commanded you to commit the crime, then I will be held responsible instead of you."

"You?" I asked "Not the company?"

"No. The law says that a 'natural' person has to be responsible. In your case, that will be me."

"And I'll legally be a child?"

"Not really, but you are treated similarly. Laws that protect children don't apply to you, of course, but in many ways you are."

I looked down at my paws, suddenly I had a funny thought. I couldn't quite suppress a snicker, when I looked up at Tammy again, she gave me a questioning look "Mother?"

She stared at me for a moment, then she began to laugh. We all joined in a few moments later. When we had finally calmed down again, she said "If you want to look at it this way, that's fine with me." She shook her head and smiled "Even if I'm a tad young to have a daughter your age. Let alone one with that much hair."

"I... somehow it's easier, thinking about it like that."

"Fine. Just remember, 'daughter', I love you very much, but I am very strict and I do believe in corporal punishment. You understand that?"

"Yes." I couldn't help grinning "mother."

"Ok, next thing. As soon as you sign up here, we, that is I, are also responsible for all your financial arrangements. We will set up an account for you. All your financial transactions must use this account. So you'll have to cancel your checking account and transfer the money into our account. I suggest that you transfer all the money you have in a savings account or in short term investments into this account as well. If you have any long-term investments, say a pension fund, you'll have to tell us about them. Basically we have to handle all your financial concerns."

"Ummm..."

"Don't worry, Lydia. We don't do this to plunder your savings or anything. Think of it as a trust and I'm the trustee who handles it, ok?"

"Ok."

"The account we set up for you will also be used to handle your debt, the costs for your therapy will be charged to that account. You serve as our slave until the balance becomes positive."

"Ok."

"If you want to, you could give up your apartment and live here, but given your situation, I suppose you'd prefer to stay there."

"Yes."

"That's fine with me. Once your 'medical leave' is over, you will live here. When you don't stay with a customer, of course."

"I won't be allowed to sleep at home?"

"You may sleep wherever you want on your days off. Between assignments you sleep here. I may give you permission to sleep at home, however."

"Ok."

"One thing, if you want to sleep at your apartment, I'm going to need a key for it."

"Ummm... well, ok. You know that I'm putting a lot of trust into you."

"Of course, think about it. When you sign up for this, you put your whole life into my hands. You let me and the company run your whole life. If we wanted to fuck you over, the way many other 'indentured service' companies do, there is nothing you can do to stop us. You'll have to decide if you don't trust us, if you don't, then you'd better forget about the whole thing."

I thought about it for a moment before I answered "Ok, I trust you, Tammy. You'll get the key."

"Good."

We spent a few more minutes talking about various aspects of my servitude. Eventually we came to the point that I had been dreading and longing for.

"Here is the contract." Tammy produced a wad of papers "Have you read the stock contract or would you like to go through that part?"

"I did read it, together with a friend who went to law school."

"Good. Did you have any objections?"

"Not really. There are quite a few things about it that I don't like, but I can see why you would insist on those clauses."

Then I turned to the other male, the lawyer, when he asked "Would you like me to go through the clauses that we added for your specific case?"

"Yes, please."

He spent the next few minutes explaining the changes to the contract. There were some parts that I didn't like at all, especially the fact that I might end up serving them for the rest of my life, but there was nothing I could do about them. Finally I said "Ok, where do I sign?"

Signing the contract took quite a while, I had to initial a lot of clauses and sign the contract. Everything had to be done three times, once for the electronic copy and once for each paper copy.

Then it was done, I was now legally their slave. Well, actually an indentured servant, but I couldn't think of myself as anything else than a slave.

"Congratulations, such as they are. Welcome aboard, slave." Tammy's boss looked at me.

I bowed my head and said "Thank you, Master."

"Lydia."

"Yes, Tammy."

She stood up, walked around the table and hugged me "Welcome. I really look forward to working with you and taking care of you."

"Thank you, Tammy." I returned the hug. The contact felt good and I liked her scent.

"I have a good feeling, I think you'll do very well."

"I sure hope so."

"I'm sure. I think you're quite a fighter when you have to. You'll do just fine." She released me, took a step back and grinned "There are three more things we have to do today before you can go home."

"Oh. And what are those?"

"First I have to tell you a few more rules." She paused for a moment "Kneel!"

I stared at her openmouthed, I stood frozen for a good five seconds, and then I obeyed.

"Ok. First, whenever you are here or with a customer, you are only allowed to sit on a chair when given permission to do so."

"Yes... Mistress."

"If not, you either stand or kneel. This rule doesn't apply to your home, work or a hospital and so on."

"Yes."

"I do expect you to continue reading the stories I have given you. That shouldn't be a problem for you..."

I smiled at that "I don't think so. Maybe I'm crazy, but I really like them."

"You will get some more reading material. I think you'll be able enjoy it, at least some of it. There will be one change however..."

"Yes?"

"I expect you to play with your body whenever you read the stories... I'm sure you know what I mean." She smiled when I blushed "but from now on you are not allowed to come without permission."

"What?" I blushed, both at the thought and at the realization of how much I would miss this "You expect me to tease myself and then go without for several months?"

"No. Under normal circumstances you would have assignments often enough to get relief, but in your case I'll give you permission every now and then. You'll have to ask for it, however."

"Oh..."I blushed even more "Ok."

"I expect you to tell me if you broke that rule."

"Yes, Mistress."

Tammy sat down once more "Next, we'll baptize you and give you your slave name."

"Slave name?"

Tammy grinned at me "Seems you didn't read the contract as carefully as you thought. Or?"

"Oh." Suddenly one of the clauses that hadn't made too much sense became clear.

"You'll get a new name which you'll use while you serve us. This is your official name, so it will go on all documents and such. We don't do this to humiliate you, but mostly to protect you. Well, it does help you to think and act properly for your role as our slave."

"Oh. Ok."

"You don't have to tell anybody, even and especially your masters what your real name is, why you signed up with us or any other details of your life before you became a slave. Some slaves who don't want to talk about this make up a story that they can tell an insistent master. If you want to do that, we'll put the story you make up in your files and as far as anybody is concerned, that is your real story."

"Ok."

"Peter? If you will do the honors, please."

"Oh." I stared at Tammy for a second, then I turned to her boss, not getting what exactly Tammy was suggesting. But when he licked his lips and put his hands on his belt, I noticed the bulge in his pants and realized what they must have meant by 'baptizing'. I asked "You want me to give you a blowjob?" After a moment I added "Master?"

His grin was answer enough. I hesitated for a moment when he began to unzip his trousers, at first I wanted to refuse or at least ask that we could do it in private, but then I realized that if he commanded me to do it, I would have to do it anyway, only I would look bad for refusing. "Yes, Master." I crawled to him.

Whatever one could say about Tammy and her co-workers, modesty wasn't part of their work environment. Hardly surprising, once one thought about it. Tammy's boss simply slid forward in his chair, spread his legs and unpacked his male parts. I didn't have a lot of experience with this, but I had given my former boyfriends the odd blowjob, so I knew what to do.

"Cross your wrists behind your back."

"Yes, Master." I obeyed. "Ok, so I can't use my paws, that shouldn't make too much of a difference." It didn't really. I was pleasantly surprised how nice he smelled and tasted. If he hadn't showered right before our meeting, then he had at least washed. At first his cock was only half erect, but that changed quickly as I caressed it with my tongue. He was a good size, but not really big. I didn't have any troubles taking him into my muzzle. At first my muzzle burned with shame, but as I licked and sucked him, that disappeared quickly. I was quite surprised how quickly I stopped worrying about sucking him off in front of two other people. I really enjoyed his scent and taste, once the drips of his precum appeared, I enjoyed it even more.

I didn't feel like dragging things out longer than needed, actually I found myself very eager to taste his seed. It didn't take him long to come. Suddenly he pushed my head away, coming as he did so. I caught a little of his seed in my mouth, but most of it splattered my face and front. I growled in irritation, I really liked his taste and was rather disappointed that I had not been allowed to drink it all.

He leaned forward, touched my head and said "Slave, I name you Lisa."

I stared at him for a long moment, then I bowed my head and answered "Yes, Master."

When he commanded "Clean me." a few moments later, I obeyed very eagerly. Soon I was done and he closed his trousers. Only when I looked up at him did I realize just how I must have looked with his seed splattered all over me, only then did I feel any embarrassment.

"Well?"

"Thank you, Master. You taste good."

He patted my head "I'm glad you enjoyed it, Lisa. So did I. You have a very clever tongue, Lisa, you only need a little more practice." The praise felt good. It did shame me, but the pleasure far outweighed that.

"Thank you, Master."

For a few moments no one spoke and I wondered if I should do anything, but I decided to wait for instructions. Finally Tammy spoke "Lisa." I turned to her, still on my knees and she went on "There is one more thing to do today, and that is to take some pictures of you."

"Yes, Mistress." I was not very keen on this, but I knew that there was no way around it.

She smiled at me and said "You may use my name, Lisa." She looked at her watch and asked "It's getting a bit late. Would you like to eat a snack, Lisa?"

I realized that I was quite hungry, it was way past seven and apart from a few sweets I had not eaten anything after the noon break. "Yes, please."

"Ok, get up!" She stood, as did the others. Tammy took a leash from a drawer and attached it to my collar. She turned around and left the room. I followed, I didn't have any choice about that.

"Lisa?" I turned to Frank. He held out his hand "Good luck, Lisa."

"Thank you, Master." I shook his hand, a little confused at his behavior.

"See you around." He winked "Maybe we can get to know each other a little better some other time."

"Maybe." I put a smile on my muzzle "I would be a pleasure, Master." I wasn't sure about that, but since I figured I wouldn't have any choice about the matter, I figured my best path was to play along.

"See you." He released my paw.

I turned to Peter. He gave me a pleased grin and drawled "It was a real pleasure to meet you, Lisa." There was no doubt that it had been a pleasure for him. "We'll see more of each other, I'll just have to remember to use my employee discount." He patted my head.

"Thank you, Master."

The two males left us and Tammy led me deeper into the building complex.

"Tammy?"

"Yes, Lisa?"

"I... I need to use the bathroom."

"Ok." She led me to the end of the corridor and into the bathroom there. Only when we were inside did she remove the leash from my collar. "Here you go. Use the toilet and clean your paws, but don't clean up."

I sighed "Ok." I did feel a certain need to use the toilet, but what I really had wanted to do was to get the drying drops of her boss's cum out of my fur and now I wouldn't be able to do that.

While I was occupied, Tammy called someone. She didn't say much, the only thing I could make out was that she invited whomever she had called to meet us in the cafeteria. A minute later I was done. It took some effort not to 'accidentally' splash some water on my face or something while I cleaned my paws. Tammy reattached the leash to my collar. We walked a bit more and rode the elevator up several floors. I couldn't help wondering whom she had invited, but she didn't volunteer the information and from her smug smile I got the impression that she wouldn't tell me, so I refrained from asking.

End of Episode 9