The Secrets of Smith Paper Company

It was a Friday afternoon as I sat in my office, looking over the dossier of my newest employee. A picture of the gorgeous Mina Lari stared back at me. The five-foot-nine Indian girl with long black hair was an employee most companies would absolutely love to have working for them. Twenty-five years old, an advanced degree in Economics, top of her college class, and single. For most jobs, she would be the ideal worker.

Unfortunately for her, the company I own isn't like 'most jobs'. Sure, the sign outside the warehouse says "Smith Paper Company", but that is just a front for my true calling in life. I run one of the largest slavery rings in the United States, with a very specific market. That market is beautiful and unwilling women to be used as sex slaves by some of the most rich and powerful people in the entire world.

You know how people say you have to do what you love? I love every part of my job.

I love the rush of power as the lives of women bend to my will.

I love the mounds of cash I get for selling the flesh of others.

Above all else, I love both participating in and watching sex. Nothing, and I mean NOTHING, is more erotic than the tears of women.

It may seem odd that a women such as myself would own a company that sexually assaults and controls women, but I don't think of it as all that surprising. If it were, I wouldn't have been able to hire mostly women as my assistants.

Before we get any further, let me talk about myself and my company.

My name is Janette Smith, or Jane for short. I am twenty-seven years of age, and I've been and selling women for nearly 10 years. It all started when I was cheating on my High School sweetheart. My best friend Becky was uptight and viewed love with rose-colored glasses, so she was going to tell Tommy about my infidelity. I know I could never bring myself to kill anyone, but some of my seedier friends knew a way to get her out of the picture. A group of men paid me two-thousand dollars to set her up, luring her to a place where she could be snatched without witnesses. I never saw Becky again.

While may actions were certainly horrible, the thought of her being used as some unwilling fuck toy for various men turned me on more than I had ever been turned on before. In fact, the mental image of her being was the only thought I needed to masturbate for nearly six months.

Throughout college, I only sold two women, one a romantic rival, the other a curve-breaker that was threatening my grade. I smoothly befriended each of them, and at the right moment, them, placing a call to those that were needed. My true empire did not grow until I earned my degree and had difficulty finding a job. Thinking back to my success at selling women, I chose that as my career, slowly expanding the business.

And that brings us to today, as I sit in my office above the Smith Paper Company warehouse. I was at the peak of my physical shape, five-foot-ten, one-hundred-and-twenty-five pounds, with shapely 34C breasts. I wore a grey suit with a skirt and white pinstripes,with a black silk undershirt. As usual, I wore no bra or panties. Below the belt I wore stockings and a respectable pair of high-heel shoes. My black hair is bunned up behind my head, and glasses rest on my nose. My crimson lipstick contrasts well with my smooth white skin.

I have four employees that report directly to me.

Marco is the head trainer, and is responsible for making the women into something that we can sell at great profit. He is tall and has blond hair, and is actually quite attractive. I don't always get along with him too well

Katie is my head assistant, acting as both a secretary and an adviser. She is a bit of a klutz, but she is actually quite attractive. She is the nerdy type, but her short and slender body is shaped nicely.

Lucy is the head of marketing, meaning that she deals with customer's demands and interests, and chooses our targets and goals based on that input. She is tall, slender, and half-Asian.

Sarah is the chief of inventory, meaning she leads the teams that takes women into our custody. She really is good at what she does, even if I don't alway see eye-to-eye with her tactics. She has large breasts on a small frame, with long blond hair. I suspect that Marco is boning her, but I have no real evidence of that.

The warehouse itself seems like it really would belong to a paper factory. The true purpose lies in the custom basement floors. The first basement floor contains the files and offices related to the illicit tasks. The second basement floor is lined with cells, examination rooms, chambers, and rooms where the women can be sampled in a more comfortable setting.

Beneath that lies what we call "The Pit". It is hard to run an illegal empire without making quite a few enemies, and like I said, I couldn't bring myself to kill them. The women can be handled simply, as you can probably figure. Men, on the other hand, are more difficult to deal with. And that, my friends, is why The Pit exists. It is basically one giant prison cell where I keep the maligned men of my life. At last count, it contains one federal prosecutor, two former boyfriends, one rogue accountant, two ex-employees, and a man that used to be one of my largest rivals in the region. Now they spend their days in the pit, in an almost perpetually aroused state due to the aphrodisiacs that are in their drinking water. While most prisoners would resort to each other in such a circumstance, these men are forbidden from homosexual actions under threat of . Instead, I use them as mindless sex machine, just another cog in my operation. The aphrodisiacs, the steroids, and the assorted other have made them instinctual any woman thrown into The Pit. Right now, one of my more recent captives that bit the trainers one too many times is their toy. I'm not sure that she is even aware of her surrounding anymore, but that is of no concern for the men of The Pit.

I heard a commotion outside of the room, and Sarah and Katie came into my office, holding the beautiful Mina Lari by her arms. The Indian woman started yelling at me.

"What is the meaning of this? Let me go this instant, or I'll sue your ass so hard!" She was obviously trying not to show her fear. I walked over to her and slapped her across the face.

"Don't tell me what to do, cunt! I own you now, so get used to being restrained." I motioned to my subordinates, and they started to drag her away. But, when I started to think about it, I realized that I could take a heavier roll in the training of this beautiful woman...