"Not at all," he smiled. She started to read the document and a frown started to appear on her face, followed by a furrowed brow. Then, all of a sudden, her jaw dropped.
"This is a joke, isn't it?" she asked, bewildered.
"Not at all," he said again. "This is a legal contract to memorialize our arrangement."
"But this would virtually make me you slave," she said incredulously.
"There would be nothing virtual about it, my dear," he replied. "You would literally be my slave, as would your husband."
"This is outrageous!" she protested. "It's preposterous!"
"It's the only way," he said, "unless you can come up with the money."
"Surely there must be another way," she said indignantly. She was getting angry but was trying not to show her temper.
"Take it home. Talk it over with your husband. Perhaps the two of you can come up with a third alternative," he said. "I'll give you until tomorrow morning to decide. Oh, by the way, did I mention that the auditors are scheduled to be here tomorrow?"
Jill blanched for the second time that day. She felt trapped. By this time tomorrow, life as she knew it could be over. She picked up the papers and excused herself. She would have to come up with another way.
Chapter 2
She did not tell her husband about the contract at first. She described her earlier conversation with Hal and told him about the audit scheduled for tomorrow. And they wracked their brains together to find a solution. But no ideas emerged that would remotely come close to fixing the problem.
In the end, she told her husband about the other alternative. He just clutched the papers and stared at them as if he were in a state of shock. Finally, he spoke.
"It's better than losing you for twenty years," he said. He picked up a pen and signed the papers. With tears flowing down her cheeks, Jill inked her name in the space below his.
The next morning, Jill was waiting for Hal at his office when he arrived. "Did you come up with anything?" he asked. She simply held out the document and he took it from her. He flipped to the last page and nodded as he saw the two signatures.
"I guess not," he continued. "I really do think this is the best way. It protects you."
Somehow, Jill did not feel very protected at the moment. She felt very vulnerable instead; and very humiliated. She had foolishly placed her husband and herself into a situation which had cost them their freedom. According to the terms of the contract, they would belong to Hal for the next five years.
"Please come in," Hal said as he opened his office door and waited for Jill to enter. Then he closed it behind him. "Now, let's see what I have purchased. Do be a good dear and remove your clothes."
"What!?!?!?!?" gasped Jill.
"Your clothing," he repeated. "Take it off so that I can see if I made a good deal."
Jill opened her mouth to protest but closed it again without uttering a word. What did she expect? The document was very clear on expectations and requirements. Immediate obedience was demanded at all times. No activities on the part of the owner were prohibited. She was clearly a slave and he was clearly the master. He could do with her what he chose. Reluctantly, she reached up and slowly stripped.
"This is an excellent arrangement we have entered into," remarked Hal once she had taken off the last of her clothes. Jill was a remarkable beauty. Long flowing red hair spilled luxuriously down her back and chest. He reached out and tucked it all over her shoulders, revealing two large, ripe and beautiful breasts. He had known that she was well endowed but these surpassed even his wildest hopes. Her narrow waist and flared hips and nicely padded ass were visions of perfection. Her finely sculpted thighs and firmly muscled calves were magnificent. And her face, which he had admired for years, was simply gorgeous as it blushed furiously.
He did not touch her other than when he reached out and tugged lightly on the little red tuft of hair over her Venus mound. "Lose this by tonight. Be at my home at seven. You can leave your husband at home this time."
Then he let her get dressed and go on about her day. That night, he raped her. Well, rape is probably not the right word but that's how she thought about it. In reality, one cannot be accused of rape when one is using one's own property. He did use her well and often that night.
Chapter 3
She stood up from her desk and walked over to the mirror. She tugged the neck of her turtleneck down and ran a finger over the bruised spot on her neck. It was getting better. Maybe tomorrow she would be able to wear just a blouse.
She had gotten the bruise during the hunt. Hal belonged to a group that enjoyed getting together with their subs and slaves. The club met weekly and there was some kind of activity or entertainment at each meeting. Jill was one of the favorites so she was frequently part of the entertainment.
About once a month, the group got together for the hunt. In reality, this was more of a terrorizing mixer. It was a way for the dominants to sample the charms of subs and slaves who belonged to others.
It was terrorizing to the subs and slaves because they were, quite literally, the hunted. The event took place on a large ranch and the bottoms were stripped, but for sneakers, and then given a head start. The bottoms would then disperse and try not to get shot.
The weapon was a paint ball gun. One time, they used tranquilizer guns but that was deemed to be too hazardous. Now everyone had a paint gun and each hunter had a unique color of paint balls. The rules of the hunts were changed each time. Sometimes a single hit would capture a slave. Sometimes it took two hits with the hunter having the second hit bagging the slave. One time, it took a single hit but that hit had to be somewhere on the torso. That turned out to be a messy day as the slaves' arms and legs were coated with multiple colors of paint as the hunters kept missing the mark.
Two things were constant in the rules. The first was that the hunter who bagged the slave got to keep and use the slave until the next morning. The other constant was the way the slaves were treated based on the order in which they were bagged. The first one bagged during the hunt always received the most humiliating or uncomfortable treatment and then it gradually got better as they progressed through the sequence until they got to the last "kill" of the day who got off easy. The "treatment" always occurred at dinner time. Everyone would eat and then they would be entertained through the torture or humiliation of the prey.
For her first few hunts, Jill was always the first one bagged. She couldn't figure out why she was always so unlucky until one of the other girls told her that it was because she was so beautiful. "All of them want you. You are very desirable," the girl had said. "They won't even look at the rest of us most of the time until they know that they can't get you." That surprised Jill because she thought that the girl was beautiful in her own right.
But as a result of being the first kill of the day several times, she had endured some truly awful ordeals. One time, she was bound and then fucked by a German Shepherd. Another time, her breasts were filled with dozens of sharp needles until they looked like pincushions. Yet another time, she had been hung by her breasts and whipped. Nowadays, she was wiser and much more cautious. She never makes it to last, but she can usually end up in the middle by varying her pattern and concealment techniques.
She is told that she is still the favorite but a change in the rules has caused the hunters to not wait all day to bag a slave in hopes of getting her. Now, if a slave is not captured during any sixty minute period, the hunt is called off. The slaves refer to this as the "Jill Rule." At least now, she has a sporting chance.