(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/0/01/Fat_BAF_1.jpg)<br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;">Grégoire Garros</span></span><br/><strong>Location:</strong>BAF Office, en route to the registration room<br/><strong>With:</strong>Karin Leconte; Nicolas Nez, the BAF official with the hooked nose and lab coat; Marcel Moreau, the skinny BAF official<br/><br/>I had this day marked on my calendar.<br/><br/>I knew that Mr. Leconte had a daughter who was going to have an 18th birthday today.<br/><br/>I knew that he was going to register her to be his slave.<br/><br/>I knew he would walk her during morning rush hour to make sure that as many onlookers and commuters as possible could see her.<br/><br/>I knew she was drop dead gorgeous.  Whenever he called me into his office to reprimand me for being too rough with the slaves, I would stare at that picture of her that he had on his desk, imagining her straddling a wooden horse, her arms tied above her head, covered in handprints and whipmarks.<br/><br/>I knew that I wanted to be part of the group that was going to register her.  I made sure to come in early every day this month.  Maybe he would give me a chance to register the lovely Karin, and, much to my satisfaction, he chose me.  Not Maurice or Julien or the other clerks and investigators.  Me.<br/><br/>I<em>don't</em>know if he noticed me working harder and longer than usual, or maybe he just gave her to me because I was the only one there.  Whatever the reason, I didn't care.  All that mattered was that I was going to get my hands on that blonde slave's tits and ass and cunt.<br/><br/>Mr. Leconte gave me her leash and I barely held in my ecstasy.  Having the cunt stand there before me, her collar attached to the leash in my hand, was more exhilirating than I imagined.  She was even sexier than she was when I fantasized about her.<br/><br/>My boss ordered me to carry out her registration and return her<em>unpenetrated</em>.  He seemed to accentuate that last point.  I was not going to let him down, but I was still going to feel her up for all she was worth (which looked like a lot, maybe even more than my salary for the year).  Finally, I got alone with her in the lift.<br/><br/>The door to the lift closed and I did not bother suppressing the big smile on my face any longer.  I grabbed those big beautiful tits of hers - I love big tits - and mauled them like a big fat bear that was hungry for more.  She didn't stop me at all, or put up a fight, or even make a sound other than a pained gasp.  She even went so far as to<em>lift her arms</em>up for me so I<em>could continue</em>to attack her tits.<br/><br/>My hands went down her body and wrapped around her tiny waist - I could almost fit it inside the opening formed when I made a circle with my thumbs and middle fingers.<br/><br/>Her hips were as big as her bust, and I reached around behind her to squeeze her firm ass.  She leaned forward into me, pressing her tits against my chest, and parted her legs so I could spread her asscheeks and run my fingertips around her puckered hole.<br/><br/>What a beautiful, obedient cunt Mr. Leconte had.<strong>"Good cunt.  Very well-trained.  You know what to do without being told."</strong>I patted her ass as I rested my chin on her shoulder, looking down her back, holding her tight and close.<br/><br/>The lift opened, and I felt like the man walking her down the corridor to the registration room.  My co-workers such as the scientists and the guards nodded at me, giving me the thumbs up, while making jokes and comments at the cunt.  One man smacked her ass after she wiggled at him.  Oh, I would do<em>anything</em>to own this cunt for just a night.  I hope Mr. Leconte finds me worthy of spending more time with his new slave in the future.<br/><br/>I brought her to the room to supervise the registration, making sure that the cunt would remain unpenetrated.  As the interviewer asked questions, I stood behind her and reached around under her arms and felt those big tits again.  I rubbed my cock against her bare ass and pressed my nose into the side of her head, sniffing her hair deeply.  I noticed one of the scientists, Nicolas, set up a camera with a tripod, but once he had it focused just right he joined in on the fun.  Marcel, meanwhile, welcomed her from behind the desk.<br/><br/><br/><br/>(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/a/a0/Weasel_BAF_1.jpg)<br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;">Marcel Moreau</span></span><br/><strong>Location:</strong>BAF Office, in the registration room<br/><strong>With:</strong>Karin Leconte; Grégoire Garros, the fat BAF official; Nicolas Nez, the BAF official with the hooked nose and lab coat<br/><br/>Registration can be a nervous time for a slave.  While it was true that the process was very... thorough... it was also true that the BAF officials took certain... liberties with the applicants.  These females were nothing more than slaves and cunts, but that did not mean I had to be cruel and heartless about it.<br/><br/><strong>"Ah, here she is!  We <em>thought</em> you would be in this week.  Happy birthday, my dearie.  Your 18th is going to be a busy-busy day for you, my pretty little cunt!  And yes!... What a <em>pretty cunt</em> you have too!  My word, dear papa is going to have fun with you.  So...  Well, you have <em>some</em> idea of what we need you to do today so let’s get started. Stand there..."</strong><br/><br/>I pointed to a spot on the floor in front of the desk.  There were two foot prints about two feet apart, and a silhouette showing how to pose with arms raised and hands behind the head, which was how her arms were positioned when she first walked in.<br/><br/>I looked over my glasses at her.  She moved quickly into position without hesitation, a sign of obedience.  She was off to a good start already.  Nicolas, the technican, had the camera set up on a tripod and needed only to focus on her, which he did quickly.<br/><br/><strong>"Yes.  Quite the beauty.  You’re <em>very</em> lucky, my pretty cunt.  I can see a high DMV here right away.  So...  Let’s begin. Name?  Date of birth?  Address?..."</strong><br/><br/>As she answered my questions, I typed the information into the computer.  Much of the information was already filled out, but for the sake of the video, having her state her information was a necessary formality.<br/><br/>It was true that she would probably yield a high Determined Market Value.  Perhaps she would not have the<em>highest</em>DMV I've appraised - that honor goes to a... Paulette something-or-other.<em>That</em>cunt, who was a bit older than Mr. Leconte's daughter, was a talented singer with some fame, and her DMV came out to at<em>least</em>40,000 euro.<br/><br/>I have registered dozens of slaves, and I estimated that<em>this</em>cunt before me would have a DMV of about 25,000 euro - well above the 15,000 euro for an average cunt, and still higher than the 20,000 euro for one of the prettiest cunts.  A truly exceptional cunt, such as a stunning 18 year-old virgin that was perpetually horny<em>and</em>was a master chef could have a DMV of 40,000 to 50,000 euro.  A well-recognized and talented porn star could go for 60,000 to 70,000 euro.<br/><br/><strong>"Describe your school qualifications - did you receive any honors or medals after graduating for your slave-ed curriculum?  Did you receive a ranking when you graduated, and out of how many students was that?  What languages do you <em>speak</em> and how fluent are you in them?  What languages can you <em>write</em>?  What other skills do you have, such as cooking or singing or dancing?...</strong><br/><br/>As the questions went on, so did her answers.  Despite being very aroused at what Grégoire and Nicolas were doing to her tits and cunt, respectively, she still showed great discipline in fully answering the questions.<br/><br/>To the side was a glass partition that faced the employee lounge.  A few of the guards, scientists and slave handlers had gathered to watch the cunt's registration process.  They were sipping at cups of coffee or tea and munching on croissants, no doubt making comments of their own.<br/><br/><strong>"That concludes the first interview part of the registration process.  You will now take a written examination.  Have a seat over there in front of the computer, my pretty cunt.  <br/><br/>"The computer will ask you questions about basic math, basic science, logic, reading comprehension, language usage and, finally, slave behavior.  It should take about 30 minutes.  A section will end after you have gotten a certain number of answers wrong.<br/>  <br/>"When you have more correct answers, the questions will get more difficult.  You will be given one minute for each question, and there is no going back.  Good luck.  And Grégoire, please stop molesting the pretty cunt so she can concentrate."</strong><br/><br/>Just as the crowd started building up to see Mr. Leconte's daughter get registered as a slave, the show kind of stalled.  Apparently, the pretty cunt was highly intelligent, and she ended up using the maximum amount of time of one hour because she kept getting so many answers correct.<br/><br/><br/><br/>(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/5/53/Nose_BAF_1.jpg)<br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;">Nicolas Nez</span></span><br/><strong>Location:</strong>BAF Office, in the registration room<br/><strong>With:</strong>Karin Leconte; Grégoire Garros, the fat BAF official; Marcel Moreau, the skinny BAF official<br/><br/>This was the most boring part of the registration process for most officials, but I kind of liked the testing part.  So much can be communicated from a face, and I loved watching and recording the looks of concentration, achievement and frustration.  Not only was Karin a good test taker, she had so many different facial expressions.  Her body was one of the finest to have been registered, and her extremely pretty face truly and openly conveyed her feelings.<br/><br/>I looked forward to making a montage of her facial expressions, especially for the latter parts of the process.<br/><br/>After she took the test, some doctor came in to perform a physical examination.  Most of it was basic stuff - checking her eyes, ears, nose, throat, heart rate, blood pressure and lung capacity.  He did a DNA swab and took some blood.<br/><br/>Then the fun began.<br/><br/>First the doctor needed her body temperature.  Free women have their temperatures taken orally.  Not slaves!  The most accurate readings came from the rectum.  Usually, the doctor took some lube and coated the thermometer with it, but the slave was pretty wet, so the doctor just used her own natural juices to get that rectal thermometer up her pretty ass.<br/><br/>The doctor also required a urine sample.  Free women were given a cup and access to the ladies' room.  Again, not slaves!  Her cup was placed on the floor, and she had to squat over the cup and aim a stream of her piss into it.  Using gloved hands, the doctor picked up the container and closed it with a lid, then took a tissue and wiped her cunt dry!<br/><br/>He led her to a bed and laid her back with her legs in stirrups.  He took a speculum to open up her cunt, giving her a thorough examination down there, all of which I recorded with close-ups between her legs, but also of her face, which was priceless when he was probing her.<br/><br/>The doctor turned to the side and lowered his breathing mask to tell Mr. Moreau,<strong>"This cunt's hymen is intact and natural.  There has been no surgical restoration.  She's a virgin.  I will forego measurement of the strength and elasticity of her cunt, though.  The hole in the hymen is a bit too small and I do not want to damage it in anyway."</strong>I filmed her face again when she heard that.  It almost seemed like she was disappointed that she could not prove herself.<strong>"Once this cherry is popped, she can be brought in for a proper assessment of the tightness, strength and elasticity of her cunt."</strong><br/><br/>Next was the gag reflex analysis.  The doctor gave her a special dildo to put down her throat.  I recorded the audio of his instructions, but I focused the video on her face as she heard his directions.<br/><br/><strong>"Okay, cunt, I need to see how far down you can stick this dildo down your throat, how long you can hold it there for, and how many times you can swallow while it's in there.  Feel free to practice a few times.  When you're ready, let me know and I... can assess... your deepthroating... performance..."</strong><br/><br/>At this point, the break room was filled with employees, and upon seeing how eager she was to prove herself and what she was capable of doing with her oral cavity and throat, every single one of them was wide-eyed and slack-jawed in disbelief at her ability.<br/><br/>The doctor took back the dildo, covered in saliva.  He told Mr. Moreau his findings, then said to the slave,<strong>"That was... impressive.  Your owner is lucky.  <em>Very</em> lucky."</strong>I focused on her face when he paid her that compliment.<br/><br/><strong>"Okay, stand between the desk and this machine that I have rolled in front of it.  Bend over at the waist, then reach back and spread your asscheeks.  I have a machine here that I have to adjust for your height, so get comfortable and hold still."</strong>I focused in on her puckered ring.  It looked so tight!<br/><br/><strong>"I will insert this narrow rod into your entrance, and you are to back up into it so that it penetrates you.  Keep backing up into it until I tell you to stop."</strong><br/><br/>I recorded her backing her ass up, taking inch after inch of the narrow rod, no thicker than a finger, until about six inches were inside her.<br/><br/><strong>"Okay, stop and hold still."</strong>He pushed some buttons on the machine.<strong>"Do not squeeze or clench.  Do not push.  Just relax.  I will measure your natural tightness first.  Starting... now."</strong><br/><br/>I recorded her face as she tried to relax.<br/><br/><strong>"Okay, on the count of three, clench as tightly as you can, and hold it for as long as possible.  Ready?  1... 2... 3..."</strong><br/><br/>He made more readings.  I watch her anus clamp down around the device, and took more video of her face.<br/><br/><strong>"Okay, you can stop clenching.  This time, I want you to push as hard as you can.  On three.  1... 2... 3..."</strong><br/><br/>More readings, more recordings.<br/><br/>He repeated this five more times for relaxed, clenched, and pushing states.  He eased the sensor tube out of her ass, and it came out as clean as it went in.<br/><br/>The doctor patted her ass.<strong>"Okay, take a moment to relax.  You may sit or stand straight.  We will proceed with Venus administration, photographs, fitness, and arousal analysis shortly."</strong><br/><br/>