Part 1
Judy’s Law
Judy lifted her teapot from the stove and poured water into both cups.
"Perfect."
She picked up the tray and walked back into the display room of her store. A sweet smell rose to her nose, reminding her of her favorite display items. She threw warm smiles at some of her mannequins, and wanted to play with some of them but she had business to attend to.
"Judy darling, you shouldn't have!" said her guest Grace, getting up from her cozy armchair to give Judy a hand. She was an elegantly dressed woman in her late thirties, making her a little older than Judy. Her long brown hair fell to the open part of her backless white dress. Her arms were in leather gloves, also white, and adorned with all sorts of gold jewelry.
"Please, Grace, we need to talk business and I can't do that if there's no tea," Judy said, setting the tray on the table. She threw the brown-haired woman a smile and handed her one of the cups before settling into her chair herself and crossing her legs.
"So, how come you're behind on payments? I already gave you an installment, so why are you straining my graciousness and haven't paid the last three?"
"Well, things have come up dear, keeping your merchandise is also extremely expensive," Grace said, stroking her purse lost in thought. Judy raised an eyebrow, this handbag was brand new and was worth about twice what Grace owed her right now.
"I'm well aware of that, Grace, but I have a business to run here and I can't do that if my customers don't pay for my goods," Judy said, raising an eyebrow. Grace sipped from her tea and relaxed, closing her eyes.
"Tell you what… if you give me another month's delay, I can pay you in full… plus interest," Grace said, sipping her tea as well.
"Sounds tempting indeed, but what if you don't pay again?"
"We're good friends, aren't we? I guess you'll have to take my word for it."
Judy nodded, this logic was quite plausible.
"Good, I'll have my money in a month, guaranteed." Judy put down her cup and stood up. Grace followed suit and they hugged.
"Thank you for being so understanding," Grace said, but suddenly felt very tired.
"Don't worry, I always take good care of my friends," Judy whispered in Grace's ear, holding her close as the drug slowly took hold of her consciousness and sent her into the land of dreams. Judy laid her former client back in the chair and her hand wandered reverently to her chest as she admired her friend's beauty.
Grace weakly opened her eyes and squinted into the light of a lamp that shone uncomfortably in her face.
"Judy?" she asked weakly, trying to raise her hand to shield her eyes, but they disobeyed her.
"Ah, you're finally awake," Judy said, and her friendly smiling face appeared in Grace's field of vision.
"What… what happened?"
"Oh, quite simply, darling, I've drugged you and am now preparing you for sale to minimize my losses. It's obvious you can't handle money and can't perform your duties." Judy explained and began rubbing cream all over Grace's body. Grace found it difficult to follow Judy's words and stared at her in bewilderment.
"But, but we had… deal."
"Well that we did, but you broke it… several times, so… now I will find someone to take care of you permanently. You don't have to thank me." said Judy, and now began putting Grace's feet into a latex suit and pulling her legs up. Grace knew the material from her own slave and her befuddled head was pleased to now get her own suit.
"What about…?" she asked, stopping when she couldn't think of her slave's name.
"Oh, you're worried about your slave whose name you forgot? I guess I should have checked you out a little better. Well, my fault, I already sent someone to pick up Vale. Quite an enchanting young thing, really. I hope for your sake you treated her right." Judy said businesslike, bending Grace forward to get at the zipper. She sealed the suit and was about to put the mask on Grace, as usual with her merchandise, when her phone rang.
"Speak of the devil," Judy muttered, answering the call.
"Yes?… mmh mmh, yes bring her in… what's her condition, did you say? …That bad? …Give the poor thing something to eat, I'll take care of Grace for the time being."
She turned to her friend with suppressed anger.
"Bad news Grace, I guess Vale is not doing well at the moment. That means I lied to her and I don't like lying to my merchandise. I was actually planning on giving you to a nice customer, but unfortunately you don't deserve that anymore. More than that, you're getting the ‘special’ treatment." Judy explained, pulling a small box out of a cabinet. She spread its contents on a table next to Grace.
"What… what are you going to do?" asked Grace anxiously, trying to move her body, but it still didn't budge.
"Turn you into a doll… forever," she said simply, pulling out an electric razor. Grace looked at her from wide eyes
"Wait, Judy, we're friends! Vale is fine, she's always eaten enough!"
Undeterred, Judy turned on the razor and grabbed Grace's hair. In an instant, strand after strand of her brown hair fell to the floor.
"To the best of my knowledge, that's an outright lie, Grace, and I hate lies, so I'm going to make you a promise right now. You will never lay a hand on anyone again."
After Judy removed each of Grace's head hairs, she undressed Grace again. She no longer deserved the normal catsuit. Again and again Grace tried to bargain with Judy, but after her last words, Judy's lips remained sealed. She rubbed all her skin with a new cream she also had from the box. Judy retrieved a new reinforced latex catsuit from a closet and put Grace into it as before. Grace immediately noticed that her legs were spread by the latex and unlike the other suit her crotch was exposed and not covered by a zipper.
"Judy please, I swear to you, I'll get the money and… and you can have Vale back, look at my bag, it's worth more than whatever, I owe you right now, if you sell it, then…"
"Grace, it's not about the money anymore, you broke the laws of my business and now these are the consequences for your crime."
"But…"
"Na, shut up now, you've talked plenty," Judy cut her off, tucking Grace's hands into mittens attached to the suit. The suit made her spread her arms as well, and Grace was reminded of the position she was forced into, that of a sex doll. Unceremoniously, Judy pushed her upper body forward and pulled the zipper up. It automatically came lose when she reached the top and Judy simply tossed it into a nearby trash can.
"Judy please, we're friends…" was the last thing she got out before Judy slipped an inflatable mask over her and robbed her of all her senses. She inflated the mask and puffed out a satisfied sigh.
"Frankly, I've never liked you," she said, lifting the Grace doll onto a wheeled cart to take her to a cell. The glue should take its time to dry and fuse the latex suit inseparably to her skin.
Judy went back into the sales room after making all traces of Grace disappear. Vale, meanwhile, was also in a cell recovering from her ordeal. She even seemed grateful to be back with Judy. She remembered that her life before slavery had not been blessed with happiness. Judy glanced at her mannequins and was about to take one of them to her private chambers for a little fun when noise outside her store caught her attention. A bit angry, she rushed to the door to give the person a telling off, but stopped at her door at the last moment when she saw a blond crying girl sitting on her stoop. She looked so fragile and lonely that all anger left Judy's body. She opened the door and said, "Um, excuse me, young lady? Could you please put my trash can back in order?"
The young-woman startled and shivered loudly before stuttering, "Oh excuse me… I… I didn't mean to…"
A warm smile formed on Judy's lips. Another lost soul searching for meaning in her life, just like poor Vale.
Part 2
Judy’s Store
Micah bit her lower lip as she saw Vale kneeling on the floor in front of them. Her golden shackles kept her securely anchored to the floor, catching the gaze of the blonde, masked woman.
"Honey, please, you have to convince her! Vale would be perfect for us!" demanded Micah, her husband Lance also wearing a ball mask.
"Is there really nothing we can do? My wife will blame me for weeks that I couldn't buy your gold piece!" said Lance. Judy just smiled and shook her head.
"I'm sorry, dears. I just got Vale back a few days ago and I want to keep her for myself for a little while longer."
At these words they heard Vale breathe a calming sigh and Judy patted her brown hair.
"But you're welcome to look at my other gems," she said, pointing to the next room. Annoyed, Micah clicked her tongue and led the way, followed closely by Lance who excused himself with a slight bow. Vale only now dared to lift her eyes. Her mistress had warned her earlier to look at her two guests.
"You did well, Vale," Judy said, stroking her head gently.
"Thank you Mistress." Vale murmured, leaning into the touch.
"What did she do well? She just sat there and did nothing, didn't she?" asked a woman, also masked, who had been standing in the shadows until now and now stepped out. Vale immediately lowered her gaze, but Judy lifted her chin again.
"It's alright Vale, she's not a customer," Judy said, stroking Vale's head reassuringly.
"Didn't you say you were having a masquerade ball today? So far I see only two, very arrogant guests and a naked woman." said Maike, raising her hand dismissively towards Vale.
"I beg you dear, first comes business and then pleasure, doesn't it?" said Judy, opening the door to the next room for Maike.
"I don't have time for pleasure, that's why I asked you to find an abandoned bunker for Terra, so I can make use of her abilities undisturbed. Simple and effective."
"Dear, no names," Judy admonished her friend and escorted her to her photo studio, where Lance and Micah were already waiting for them.
"What, your toy can't do anything with the name anyway," said Maike shrugging. Judy shook her head and walked over to three mannequins that were decked out in beautiful dresses. A dark blue prom dress, a modern version of an old fashioned black dress and a ball gown in red.
"Ohhh, what have you prepared for us?" asked Micah excitedly, watching Judy anxiously as she removed one mask after another from the dolls. "Oh…" she said, disappointedly, as she saw two blonde, very weak looking women and a redhead who stared furiously at Judy.
"What, I mean sure, I know you don't like blondes that much, but this one," Judy said, grabbing the red-haired woman's face and shaking it lightly, "Has red and a strong will that you can break down wonderfully. Besides, I think I know that your husband appreciates blondes very much."
Lance smiled sheepishly and kissed the hair of his wife, who began to giggle.
"I don't know Judy, they all look pretty but somehow… no, sorry, maybe next masquerade ball again," Micah said shaking her head.
"You really just want Vale, don't you?" asked Lance and his wife nodded while Maike rolled her eyes.
"Sorry dear," Judy said, again locking the faces of the three women under the masks and leading her guests further into the sales room, where various guests were already arriving, as well as victims. Judy instructed a couple of men to carry the mannequins they had just been viewing into the sales room as well and began greeting her guests. Maike stood apart, watching the party away from everyone else, sipping now and then, from a champagne glass that was not drugged. She felt nothing, no emotion, when she saw a few of the guests drinking from the special glasses.
"You like it?" asked Judy.
"Nah it's bearable, look there are some more guests coming," said Maike pointing to the door. Two women were standing in the doorway with strange expressions on their faces, as if they were detecting a strange odor. While one was blonde and had on a black dress, the black-haired one wore a white one in the same cut.
"Excuse me a minute," Judy said, and Maike waved boredly after her.
"Hello ladies, how may I serve you? This is a private event, but I'm sure we can find a suitable place for you." said Judy with a smile.
"We are here on behalf of C&T. Unfortunately, my sister is indisposed and unable to appear today, which is why we came for her. She sends her apologies." the black-haired one replied, extending her gloved hand to Judy.
Judy was a little disappointed that she didn't get to meet the genius behind the C&T attire, but out of the corner of her eye she saw Micah and Lance giving the newcomers stolen glances. Judy began to smile again and said, "Ohh how unfortunate, I would have really enjoyed meeting her, but you are of course most welcome. Why don't you have a glass of champagne and enjoy the music. I'll be right back, and then we can talk about a joint partnership. The dresses from C&T are simply stunning and I'm sure they will look wonderful in my store."
Judy left the two women alone and went to meet her friends and customers.
"I want them both!" Micah hissed and Lance nodded gravely.
"I figured as much, dear. Don't worry, they're both for you." said Judy and started talking to the other guests, customers and especially their future merchandise.
"Maybe we shouldn't stare at them like that, honey." Murmured Lance, sipping from his glass.
"Look at their elegance! These women aren't 30 and yet they move perfectly! Even their breathing! LANCE. I. WANT. BOTH!"
"Wow, okay babe. They're not running away from us though, look, they're both drinking from their glasses and way too busy with the dresses."
"I swear to you, Lance, if I at least don't get the blonde, the next blonde that gets in the net…" Micah suddenly fell silent.
"Are you all right, honey?" asked Lance anxiously, looking at his wife, who put her hand over her mouth.
"No, I suddenly… oh God…" Micah suddenly parted from Lance's side and stormed outside. Her husband looked after her in irritation, eyes wide as his wife vomited onto the sidewalk.
"Babe?" he asked, wanting to run after her, but suddenly feeling a grumble in his stomach as well, and instead of helping her, moments later he was standing next to her, mimicking his wife. Judy stared at her friends in confusion until suddenly one person after another stormed out of the store and did the same as the couple. Completely dumbfounded, Judy was almost alone in the salesroom in no time, staring open-mouthed at the mess in front of her store. Maike, who had stayed far away from everyone else until now, patted her friend on the shoulder.
"I'm off then Judy, thanks for the party and erm the great show."
Part 3
The Mistress
Judy was rudely pushed into her cell. Her sheets and what little belongings she had left were carelessly tossed onto the cell floor behind her.
"Have fun in hell, scum!" the guard said, and spat. Judy looked at the guard calculatingly and memorized her name carefully before her cellmate stood up in front of her and she turned her gaze forward.
"And who do we have here? Did the guards bring me another new toy?" the muscular woman asked, far outshining Judy. The latter just looked up at her, bored, and tilted her head.
"I'll ask you to step aside just once, I'd like to make my bed," Judy said coldly, but her cellmate didn't seem to mind and grabbed Judy's shoulder.
"I don't think you quite understand how it works in here, newbie," the woman said, gripping tighter, causing Judy to wince, but she held her gaze.
"Oh yes I do, and that's why I come prepared. Would really be a shame if something happened to Sascha, wouldn't it?"
Judy's cellmate immediately flinched, as if she had burned herself on Judy’s orange jumpsuit.
"What… What are you saying?" the woman asked, stunned.
"Your little sister Sascha. She's the only one from your family who visits you here, isn't she? You seem to be very important to her. I wonder if it's the same the other way around."
"Just you wait, bitch!" the woman shouted and was about to hit Judy until she said, "If you so much as bruise me, you'll never see her again. I'd think twice about your next action." said Judy and her fellow inmate's fist came to a stop right in front of her face. The woman trembled and lowered her hand.
"Who the hell are you?" she asked and Judy started to smile.
"The new mistress of this prison," Judy said, patting the woman's cheek as she walked past her and lay down on her bed.
"Miss Swansen, nice to see you again. You wanted to see me?" asked Judy's attorney, extending her hand. Judy took it with a smile and handed him an envelope.
"What's this?" he asked with a raised eyebrow.
"Names, lots of names. Deliver the envelope to my friends, please."
"Um Miss Swansen… I can't do that. It's not in accordance with…"
"I heard your wife Sunny is doing excellent after delivery and the baby is sleeping through the night so far?"
Judy's attorney stared at her, aghast, and her lips curled into a smile.
"Really fascinating what people do for their loved ones, isn't it?"
Judy's lawyer swallowed and nodded.
"Truly fascinating," he repeated faintly, and with trembling fingers pocketed the envelope.