(http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk137/HaibaneR/Monaco/Characters/Avatars/ConstantLeconte13_Avatar.jpg)<br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;">Constant Leconte</span></span><br/><strong>Location:</strong>BAF Office, in his office, then in the employee break room<br/><strong>With:</strong>Karin Leconte, his daughter, various BAF employees<br/><br/><strong>"...yes, I will make the proper arrangements.  I appreciate that you understand my concern.  It is a bit unusual for one trading house to sell three slaves of such high quality within a matter of hours, which is why the transactions came to my attention...  <br/><br/>"As long as you have enough storage space, getting you more stock is not an issue...<br/><br/>"We do have enough cunts in inventory...  <br/><br/>"As usual, you may peruse them yourself in person or simply make your selections based on their registration information which is available to you in the database.  Just let my people know which cunts you want and when you want to pick them up...  Very good.  Yes, good day to you, too."</strong><br/><br/>I tapped the earpiece of my headset and moved the boom mic away from my mouth, but then just removed the whole apparatus and tossed it on the desk.  I slumped back in my chair, let my hands slip off the armrests so they hung loosely, and let out a long sigh.<br/><br/>I looked down between my legs at my secretary, who had been working my cock with her mouth for the entire phone call.  I slid my ass toward the edge of the seat and reclined the back of the chair, lifting up my legs and wrapping them around her body to rest my shoes on her ass.<br/><br/>I must have looked rather comical, with the waistband of my boxers pulled down under my big saggy balls, my pants off and neatly hung over a chair, the stirrups of my socks around my calves.<br/><br/>Inching my hips forward was the signal that I was close, and like a well trained oral slut, my cunt of a corporate slave secretary picked up the pace, slurp-slurp-slurping noisily and choking herself loudly on my cock now that there was no business associate to overhear her on the phone.<br/><br/>I grabbed her short brown hair and slammed her face down on my cock.  I lifted one leg so my foot came off her ass and crossed it toward my opposite knee, trapping her head with my cock lodged down her throat.  She hung on for as long as she could before tapping my leg, then started bucking as her throat milked my shaft.  The wheels of my chair squeaked a bit as her struggles moved it around.<br/><br/>I looked at my cufflinks and thought of Karin, my daugher, my slave, my cunt, being the one on her knees before me, gagging and licking my balls, as she struggled to breathe.  Finally, I blew my load, ejaculating spurt... after spurt,... after spurt,... after spurt,... after spurt,... after spurt,... after a couple more spurts,... and some dribbling... of cum stored up since that morning, directly past her tonsils to her stomach.<br/><br/>My whole body went limp and I pushed her away, the back of her head banging on the edge of my desk as she coughed and cried and held her own neck.  We stayed like that for a few moments, then I got hit with a burst of adrenaline and stood up, using her hair to wipe her throat slime and perhaps a bit of her breakfast off my cock.<br/><br/>I just let her curl up into the fetal position and whimper while I put my pants back on.  I figured Karin would have been returned to me by now.  I wondered what the hold-up was.  I fixed my outfit, thinking of Karin's hands on me that morning, followed by the breakfast she served.<br/><br/><hr/><br/>I wondered how much of Karin's movements were conscious and how much of them were simply second nature to her due to her training.  It seemed as if she knew just how to stand or walk or sidestep or bend over or squat down in order to give me the best view of her ass or her tits or her legs or her hair or her smile.<br/><br/>Even the sunlight seemed to hit her body at just the right angle, as if she knew just where to position herself for maximum exposure, or perhaps the center of the solar system aligned itself perfectly with the angle of the planet to provide a natural spotlight on her flawless beauty.<br/><br/>I had her stand beside me and reached across her lower back to place my hand on her waist by her hip that was on the far side of me.  As I looked her body up and down, the light reflecting off her body and through the translucent material of the apron that barely covered her mound, I took nibbles off my croissant with the occasional sip of coffee or juice.  I did not bother being too careful, knowing that she would take a napkin and brush the crumbs off my suit or, even better, the corner of my mouth.<br/><br/>Although she made me breakfast, I took the liberty of preparing hers - the bottom half of an English muffin, lightly buttered and toasted so that the nooks and crannies were just the right mix of crunchy and chewy.  She would be my slave and cunt soon enough, but I would still treat her like a little girl occasionally, preparing her favorites personally.<br/><br/>She made sure to make the table as spotless as when we first got there, placing the dishes and silverware and glasses and coffee mugs into the dishwasher.  I kind of wished I chose her gold pair of "fuck me" shoes since they would match my tie, but the white satin suited her just virginal status just fine.<br/><br/>I waited by the door with the non-BAF collar and leash in hand and she walked gracefully toward me, as if the heels were part of her body all along.  Even in those shoes I was still a couple of inches taller than she.  I had her stand before me, then placed my hands on her bare shoulders and turned her around to face the mirror in the entrance hallway.  i took her soft blond hair in my hand and moved it so that it went down and in front of one of her shoulders.  I held the leash in my hand and lifted it up and over her head, putting it around her back and fastening it closed.<br/><br/>Again, with my hands on her shoulders I turned her around, completing her spin.  I turned her head to the side with my fingers on her chin, then attached the leash to her collar.  I let go of the leash so that it hung down between her breats, swinging and landing against her slit.  I reached down to take the end of the leash, and the back of my hand brushed up against her mound.  I felt her heat and wetness between her legs.   With her chin up and point forward again, and her arms behind her back, I led her out of the apartment.  She closed the door and walked behind me to the lift.<br/><br/>I entered the lift and turned around, and she moved so that she was behind me and to my left the whole time.  I pushed the "L" button to go to the lobby, the main floor.  The doors started closing.<br/><br/>The familiar voice of that disgusting, unkempt pig of a man named Drogues asked to hold the lift from down the hall.  I pretended to reach for the button that would re-open the doors, but stopped short just before the door completely closed.  I was admiring Karin through the reflection, but turned and looked at her in the eye with a naughty glint and wicked smile.  I looked down her body and back up to her eyes, then faced forward to look at her reflection.<br/><br/><strong>"<em>Cunt</em>,"</strong>I said, reminding her of place and implying that I was going to give her directions to follow,<strong>"I will introduce you to some acquaintances of mine that I have made during my walks to and from work.  After I greet them, I will tell them that there is someone I want for them to meet.<br/><br/>You will introduce yourself by doing the following.  <br/><br/>You will greet them by wishing them a good morning and giving them a curtsey.  <br/><br/>You will tell them your full name.  <br/><br/>You will tell them that Monsieur Leconte is your papa.  <br/><br/>You will tell them that today is your 18th birthday.  <br/><br/>You will tell them that today is a very happy day for you, because you are being registered as slave to your papa.  <br/><br/>You will tell them that your papa wishes for them to look at you.  You will spin around slowly in place for them so that they may look upon you.  You will ask them if there are any poses they wish to see you in, and you will position your body as they say.<br/><br/>You will tell them that your papa wishes for them to touch you, and you will ask them if there are any places... <em>any</em> place... that they wish to touch you.  And you will offer those places.<br/><br/>Throughout your entire introdcution, you will entice them and tease them to <em>want</em>touch you, because I <em>want</em> them to touch you.  I want them to see and feel you, especially your <em>tits</em>, and I want them to know what a beautiful, obedient daughter, slave and <em>cunt</em> I will be owning."</strong><br/><br/>The elevator door opened and we walked out of the lobby.<br/><br/>As soon as we exited the building, it seemed like traffic stopped and accidents happened.  Buses and cars full of commuters simultaneously turned their heads to see the nubile teenager I had in tow.<br/><br/>My first stop was the newspaper stand just around the corner.  Monsieur Cevert was a kind and gentle soul, and older than I.  Although his vision was very poor, he still was able to sort his wares and make change.  He was terrible with faces, but had a sharp ear for voices and a sensitive nose for smells.  I greeted him as I paid for my newspaper.  Before he started giving me the usual updates on my favorite sports teams, I told him that there was someone I wanted him to meet.  I stepped aside to allow Karin to do what I told her to.<br/><br/>I found it amusing that he touched her hairline, her eyebrows, the bridge of her nose, her cheeks, her jaw, her ears, and her lips.  He ran his fingers through her hair.  And spent the most time feeling her breasts.<br/><br/>Next was the grocery stand, where I picked up things like fruit or bread.  Monsieur Mongolfier was an ox of a man, tall and muscular, with large hands and fingers like sausages.  His skin was as black as ink, and his head was shaved.  He could have passed for a handsome fellow if his teeth were not so yellow and crooked.  His neck looked thicker than the crown of his head.  He was some sort of athlete that suffered an injury, and is now helping his family run their business.<br/><br/>Predictably, the big black man had Karin turn around and bend over and spread her legs.  He squeezed her bottom and spread the cheeks wide, his fingertips grazing against the pink pucker that was the entrance to her back passage.<br/><br/>Monsieur Foch was a traffic officer of the police at a busy intersection I had to cross.  He had a lazy eye, and it was hard to tell which one to look into when speaking with him.  He must have been a wrestler of some kind because his ears looked like cauliflowers.  Any muscles he had turned to fat around his waistline, and his gut overflowed his belt and hung down, hiding the buckle.  He was also either well hung, or had a baby arm holding an apple coming out of his crotch.<br/><br/>He paid extra attention to Karin's tits, running his calloused thumbs over her nipples before pinching, pulling and twisting them.<br/><br/><hr/><br/>I took the stairs down to the level where Karin's registration was taking place.  I wondered what part they were up to.  I looked up and down the hallway, but there were no guards at their posts.  I check out some of the labs and slave areas, and they too were empty, except for the slaves locked up.  The place seemed deserted, until the sound of laughter and cheering echoed toward me, from the break room, which was adjacent to the registration room with only a glass partition between them.<br/><br/>Even without trying to be sneaky, my footsteps were drowned out by the noise that the guards, scientists and clerks were making.  I rarely came to the employee break room, and even then only late after hours when no one else was there.<br/><br/>I walked past the doorway, stood just inside the break room, and folded my arms.  One of the guards was rutting the one corp slave in the room full of men, using her ass, apparently inspired by the anal pressure profile part of Karin's registration.  His steady rhythm suddenly stopped as he turned to face me.<br/><br/>He quickly pulled out of the corp cunt's ass and zipped himself up, then tapped another guard, who tapped another employee, and so on, until everyone was aware of my presence, looking at me, turning toward me, then looking at the floor, while sneaking glances at my daughter.<br/><br/>One of them finally realized that this was the part where everyone leaves, and one by one, the BAF employees filed out.  The last one to go was the corp cunt, and I showed my disappointment in everyone with a hard smack on her ass that made everyone jump.<br/><br/><hr/><br/>(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/>The loud noise outside broke the trance I was in.  I was so enthralled feeling up the cunt that I didn't notice the breakroom empty out or Mr. Leconte walk in.  His arms were folded and he seemed angry.  I did what he told me to do - she hasn't been penetrated.  I wasn't sure what else I did, so I just let go of her wonderfully perky, full tits and stepped away from her.  Maybe he would leave and I could have more fun again.  I hope I didn't blow it for future chances at his daughter.<br/><br/><hr/><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/>The doctor pointed at a scale that was in front of a height chart.  I set up the video camera so that it was getting a full body shot of her from directly in front, and I used a regular camera to take photos of her from the front, also capturing the the digital readout of the scale as well as the reading of the chart behind her in one shot.<br/><br/>I took more pictures of her, both full body shots and close-up images, from different angles - the front, each side, and the rear.  I took more pictures of her tits and her cunt, showing there were no piercings, tattoos, brands, other marks, or even hair of any kind.  Her skin was flawless!<br/><br/>I took more photos of the doctor taking her measurements, including her bustline, her waist, her hips, the size of her areolas, the distance her nipples stuck out, and so on.  Of course, this was all done earlier during the medical, but this served as a confirmation of what the doctor dictated earlier.  Besides, the video was not usually used except during investigations - the photos would be printed and added to hardcopy files, as well as used for the database.<br/><br/>When he finished, I put down the camera for still shots and picked up the video camera.  It was time to gauge her fitness.<br/><br/><hr/><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/><strong>"You are doing very well, my pretty cunt, we shall have you back to your papa in no time.  I am sure he is very eager to have a lovely specimen like you returned to him."</strong><br/><br/>The doctor set up the treadmill and had the cunt jog on it.  I would have like to have Grégoire tie her hands behind her back to see her tits bounce up and down, but Mr. Leconte was in the next room and looked like he was losing his patience.<br/><br/>Nicolas was getting video of her jogging, stepping back to get all of her body and moving in to focus on the bouncing of her tits or the jiggle of her ass.<br/><br/>The doctor put the cunt into a rowing machine, and again Nicolas filmed it all, even getting a sequence of images between her legs and under her thighs as they flexed and extended during the rowing motion.<br/><br/>The doctor quickly took her heart rate, blood pressure and lung capacity, then told the cunt how to position her body to demonstrate her flexibility.  He stood her up and had her spread her legs as wide as possible, measuring the distance between her mound and the floor.  He stood her back up and had her perform another split, with one leg in front and the other behind, again seeing how close she could get her cunt to the floor.<br/><br/>With the Venus having had a chance to be absorbed by her body, the doctor checked her sensitivity and resistance to the drug, but examining the swelling and wetness of her cunt and the stiffness of her nipples.  Some cunts required more of the drug, some less, for a certain amount of arousal.  This was somewhat correlated with the body mass of the cunt herself, as well as her natural defenses to it.<br/><br/>With the registration complete, her collar was set to "within Monaco" and "restricted."<br/><br/><strong>"That is all, my pretty cunt.  Usually, slaves that are to be enslaved by their Closest Male Relative undergo an abbreviated version of the registration process.  However, your papa requested the full appraisal that is for slaves that are to be sold to trading houses.  Usually, while we will finish calculating your Determined Market Value, you would go to the holding pens before sending you to the salesroom, but for now you, you may rejoin your papa to complete the paperwork to enslave you to him."</strong><br/><br/>I motioned to the door, where Mr. Leconte was waiting.<br/>