(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/3/30/Marie-Claire_avatar_01.jpg)<br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;">Marie-Clare Lisson</span></span><br/><strong>Location:</strong>BAF Offices Foyer, then the car park outside.<br/><strong>With:</strong>Maman-cunt, Roland Lisson.<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Maman-cunt really was very stupid to try and resist right here in the BAF offices. I mean, seriously, these are the people who enslave women. They aren't going to show any sympathy whatever to a slave. And I was a free woman, with a lot of money and influential friends. They were required to help me with my new slave.<br/><br/>I slapped her in the face, hard, with the end of the leash, then whacked her rather ample titties with it too. "Thank you all very much, gentlemen. I shall return the gag as soon as I have acquired a suitable replacement. Come, Maman-cunt. Papa has been far too lenient with you. It's time you learned what being a slave is all about." I led her out of the office, making sure she stayed on all fours with a slap at her magnificent backside, to where, outside in the parking lot, a flat-bed lorry was unloading a car that looked awfully familiar, under Papa's supervision.<br/><br/>"Oh Papa, thank you!" I quickly hooked Maman-cunt's leash to one of the hooks provided for slaves and rushed over to embrace him. "But how do I get Maman-cunt home?"<br/><br/>Papa flinched slightly when I said those two words. I knew why. He never really approved of the slavery laws, and I guess he still cared for Maman-cunt, which was why he gave her to me. He had always called her Anna. Like I said, he was far too soft on her. The car was now on the tarmac and being unhooked, and Papa handed me the keys. "Open the boot", he told me. I did so. The boot on a Porsche Boxster is really tiny, but Papa had obviously been planning ahead. Since having the car, I think I'd opened the luggage compartment at the back once. Sinse then, Papa had been busy. The inside was lined with soft memory foam and covered with a nice tickly fauxfur. There was an anal plug and a catheter, a water bottle and an air tube. The memory foam was pre-shaped into a depression of a rough female form curled into a foetal position. Obviously with use it would take on Maman-cunt's exact shape.<br/><br/>"Perfact, Papa!" I kissed him on the mouth and ran to get my slave. I had to all but drag her across he parking lot, whacking her behind, because she'd seen what was going on. "Maman-cunt, either you get in, or I will have the men from the BAF put you in!" I told her. I honestly didn't mind either way.<br/><br/>As soon as she was in place, air mask on her face - I noticed that the air came from a small vent in the boot lid, so no need for an expensive air bottle, water tube fed past her gag, catheter inserted, to drain out of the floor of the car, and butt plug in to keep her from making a mess, I gave her a kiss on the cheek and closed the lid, locking it. "See you at Dinner, Papa". I climbed in and started the engine.