A Heartland Slave Grading, Part One

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A HEARTLAND SLAVE GRADING, Part One

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Thank you GentlemanMariner for the creating the HCI Universe. Thank you to Joe Doe for the Big D world. And thank you imreadonly2 for the idea of Dr. Emily Ranger.

In 2011
Amy Fleming was an outstanding horse woman and horse healer, something that her late mother had taught her all about. She had once helped a horse that had been in a car accident and she was able to coax it to get up again, the whole thing had been caught on someone’s camera and posted to YouTube under the title of “Miracle Girl”, a moniker she had worn ever since.

She lived at the family ranch in Alberta, within sight of the Rocky Mountains, with her older sister “Lou” and her husband Peter, newborn daughter Katie and adopted older teen daughter “Georgie” along with her grandfather Jack, looking very much like an older “Marlboro Man” or the actor Sam Elliot (complete with matching mustache). Jack was a former rodeo cowboy who was tough, loving, loyal and fiercely protective of his home and family. Her father, Tim, had been a decade out of her life but came back in after her mother’s death. Tim was also a former rodeo star who had been kicked out of the ranch after becoming addicted to painkillers and alcohol. He had his own small ranch but was always jumping at what he thought were moneymaking opportunities but they often went flat. Lou was a very much take-charge sort of woman, she had left home, got her MBA and was working a big firm in New York when their mother died, causing her to return and eventually stay. She was also rather a control freak.

Also, part of the family was Amy’s boyfriend Ty, he had come to the ranch as a troubled kid on probation and slowly became part of the family. He got his life together, despite his alcoholic mother, and criminal step-father. He completed high school and is studying to became a Veterinarian, and working for Scott, the aboriginal owner of the town Veterinarian Clinic.

The was a kind of split about slavery around town. The more old-fashioned ranchers and townspeople wanted nothing to do with slavery. But there when it came to ranches there were some bigger operations and more worldly owners who had both working and pleasure slaves. There were also rich businessmen (mostly oil men) who bought ranches to be weekend cowboys and brought along their contemporary big city attitudes, as well as their slaves. Cattle and horse auctions were held separately, as horse auctions would sometimes also have a slave auction, while on the other hand the cattle ranchers wouldn’t allow slaves anywhere around their auctions, or any activity. In fact, even the famous Calgary Stampede had not allowed slaves except as visitors, and they had to be clothed.

Heartland ranch wasn’t big, but Grandfather Jack raised high quality beef cows, while his daughter Marion had run a Horse Therapy Business. With her death her youngest daughter Amy had stepped into her boots. This brought her into contact with the pro-slavery side of local society. While her grandfather had a sign outside the gate to the ranch saying “No Slaves Beyond This Point” that had hung there for decades. Older daughter Lou though, had picked up the big city attitudes towards slaves, but knew not to bring up the subject with her grandfather.

As for their father Tim, he walked the line between the traditional cowboy feeling about slavery, and wiliness to make money off it if he had the opportunity. He also did it to annoy Jack, his father-in-law who had disapproved of him from the beginning and had forced him to leave his family because of his addictions. He had to talk the talk when he was around his cowboy friends, but would turn around and nod approvingly while trying to ingratiate himself with the large horse operators and weekend ranchers.

When Amy turned eighteen, she refused to have a slave chip implanted and graded. Her sister, Lou, told her she could go to a small slave store in Calgary to do it. It would give her anonymity and slave grades were often on collage admissions and job applications. Amy didn’t feel she would need it, she wasn’t going to university, she was going to continue her mother’s legacy of healing horses.


Amy was at the counter in Maggie’s Diner talking to her friend Soraya, or at least in between her black friend serving customers. She said to Amy, “Look behind you, there’s a Mountie and another guy who looks scary.”

Amy looked and exclaimed quietly, “Is that a whip on his belt?”

“What’s a Slave Catcher doing here?”

Then the catcher spoke out to the crowd, “A runaway slave has been reported from near here. She’s blond, blue eyes, brown eyebrows, nineteen years old, five feet five-inch-tall, average build, answers to Liz. I’m posting her poster here but I’m going to have to check your slave chips.”

A few women undid their shirts, or lowered the straps on dresses and halter tops. The man took a machine and started pushing it against the bare skin of likely candidates. Then he came over to Amy, “OK show some skin, I need to check you.”

Amy spoke up, “I’m not chipped, and not really interested getting one.”

“Your eighteen, right?” Amy replied yes.

“Well one way or another I have to check if that’s true.”

“I’m wearing a t-shirt; I can’t pull it down enough for you.”

“Then pull it up.” He insisted.

“I’m not doing that in public!”

“Well I ‘m getting that reading one way or another, and you look a lot like my runaway slave.” The catcher threatened.

Soraya spoke up, “Look you can do it in the kitchen, only my mom’s there.”

Amy said “Fine.” And the man agreed.

Once in the kitchen Amy had to take her shirt off completely for him to do his job. “Too bad you’re not the slave I’m looking for.”

“Well I’m not, and have no interest in being one, or even getting one of those chips.”

He addressed Amy, “You really should, even if you’re not into slavery, it’s good protection as it doesn’t just list your number but your status. And its linked to government databases of slaves. Besides, things change, you can still end up a slave whether you want to or not.”

He left and Amy had a chill go down her spine while she put her top back on.

The next day, a car rushed into the farmyard of Heartland Ranch. A man came out and called for help, and Amy, Ty, and her father rushed over. When they got there, they found a naked, collared girl throwing up and convulsing. Ty called 911 and the girl was brought out of the car onto a blanket. Amy then realized the man was the slave catcher from earlier today, and thus this must be the escaped slave. Amy was insisting on getting the woman inside when Ty spoke up, “Its going to be an hour for the ambulance, there was a pile up south of town.” Then addressed Amy, “You know your grandfathers view on slaves.”

Amy responded, “Of course, but this is an emergency.”

Tim and the slave catcher picked up the ends of the blanket and put her on the couch.

“What happened.” Said Amy.

“She was acting up and fighting so I gave her a strong sedative, but she had a bad reaction.” The slave was starting to look better, and Amy went to sooth her. She was astonished when she recognized her. She was a girl from her own school, a year ahead of her. She didn’t know her well; she hung with the goth crowd and had a reputation as a slut.

The Slave Liz was awake, “Who the hell are you?”

“I’m Amy, I used to go to the same school as you.”

“Ya, horse girl. Where am I?”

“You’re at our ranch.”

“And still in my custody.” The catcher declared.

“Ya, fuck you.” And gave him both middle fingers.

“Hey let’s calm down, its no good if you get angry.” And she started talking about school days. They did this back and forth and discovered they both loved horses. All of this helped calmed her down.

The slave catcher took Amy aside, “This is the calmest I have seen her, I’d like you to come to the hospital with her to keep her that way.”

Amy wasn’t thrilled with the idea, and neither was anyone else. But Liz pleaded that she was scared and wanted someone to talk to. Finally, Amy agreed and when the ambulance showed up Amy went with them. Amy had to stay in the waiting room while the slave catcher watched the doctor gave the girl a checkup. She pronounced the girl had a severe allergic reaction but seemed to be over it for now. She insisted that she be given at least a day’s bed-rest, but the catcher stated she would have to do that in the towns jail.

Amy escorted Liz to the Hudson Town Hall, where the RCMP detachment was. After that she went home, and returned later on in the day to visit. There she met the slave’s owner, Tod Davin in his 50s, not bad looking, a but overweight. From first impressions Amy couldn’t see any character flaws that would make him a bad slave owner, but who knows? She asked him, “What her life like with you?”

“I have a wife and kids, but wife is too involved with kids and volunteering to spend time with me. Took me years to decide to get a slave, and what do I get, a real wildcat. Now she’ll be punished and probably be even more angry.”

“Where do you live, town or farm?”

“Farm, why?”

“Do you have horses?”

“Yes, for riding. More for the children.”

“Well she does like horses; I don’t know if it would help but maybe she’d like to spend time taking care of them?”

“Well didn’t know that, she’s a fine pleasure slave but didn’t consider that.”

“Where’s your farm?”

“Were ten minutes west of Okotoks.”

“Well that’s not too far away, if you let me, I could teach her about caring for horses.”

The slave catcher showed up, the owner introduced herself, they talked and the catcher said to Amy, “You really should be enslaved with his slave. You seem to be able to calm her down. I really strongly recommend it, even insist on it.”

Amy was speechless, Mr. Davin piped in, “Yes I would like that, you’d have a good home and have a slave sister to teach about horses.” Amy couldn’t believe what they were saying.

The men started talking to each other, they had Amy stand up. She was wearing a tight halter top and shorts, they could see the shape of her body. They discussed her body, looks, training she might need. They discussed, buying her from her father, getting her to sign enslavement papers, or look into judicial enslavement. The catcher told Mr. Davin, Amy wasn’t chipped, which is a minor problem, they could have her chipped here in the municipal building.

Amy was frozen, these men were talking about her fate like she it was already decided! All of a sudden, they slid off her tank top and bra. Her breasts were showing for all to see! Then her shorts and panties were gone, and she was naked! It was like she was in a dream like state, where you can’t move, as the catcher put cuffs on her then a steel collar. Both of them felt her up like she was a slave, then they went through her purse and got her information. They went to the small building directory and took her to the Land Titles Department, which was a small office with one worker who dealt with slaves. They asked to have her chipped and registered as a slave. The clerk typed Amy’s information onto the chip reader/writer. She printed out the results and put it in front of her. “Please check to see this info is correct.” Amy looked it over and nodded. She then downloaded the information into the chip, then pressed it against Amy’s left breast, when it fired Amy let out a yelp.

This brought Amy out of her reverie, and she tried to get her bearings. The clerk was entering Amy’s slave ID #267-456-873 into the computer. “OK you also wanted to enslave this woman?”

“Yes, she would be a good fit with my other slave.” Stated Mr. Davin.

“OK, now how is this being done, do you have a bill of sale from a parent? A Judicial enslavement? Or is it voluntary?”

“Well print up a voluntary enslavement and she’ll sign it now.”

Amy was completely astonished at what was happening in front of her. The image of her signing, of being put on the auction block, of constantly having sex with some overweight old guy went through her mind. She could hear the document of her doom printing, then it was in front of her and a pen placed in her hand.

“Come on, sign it, you can’t back out now, you agreed to this.” Said the slave catcher.

Amy yelled out, “No I didn’t agree to anything, you just decided for me!

“Well if it was decided then…”

“Well I didn’t decide.” She took some deep breaths. “Look Mr. Davin, I’ll come and help Liz learn to work with horses. But I am not a slave!”

The clerk took the document and shredded them, “Well that’s as strong a declaration of free status that you can get.”

“And please take this collar off.”

Mr. Davin spoke up, “But she’s already naked and collared.”

“If that was true half the women in this country would be enslaved.” Retorted the clerk. “Now take the collar off and give her clothes back, or you’ll be facing charges of unlawful enslavement.”

The catcher slowly took out his key and unlocked the collar. “Too bad, I get a bonus for enslaving girls. And you’d be a nice piece of tail to fuck as my right.” Amy just rolled her eyes, before she dressed, she made sure nothing was missing from her purse. She looked at her clothes and remembered she was naked, she looked down and felt she did look good. And she she wasn’t as embarrassed as she thought she would be at being naked in public.

She got dressed and ask Mr. Davin if he was OK with having Liz learn to handle horses. Later, Amy sat with Liz in the court. This was in front of a judge since Liz had escaped and a official slave catcher had to be brought in to find her, Liz was given a judicial punishment of twenty lashes, something Amy could not bring herself to watch. Amy had wondered about holding her hand but was told that was forbidden. She waited outside, listening to the sickening ‘wack’ of whip on flesh. When Slave Liz left the go home Amy gave her a hug and told her she would see her after she had recovered.

It was about a week later that Amy came to see slave Liz. She met the rest of the family and exchanged pleasantries. Amy insisted that Liz should have at least sandals on, but sneakers would be better. They did have a few of Liz’s shoes and Amy picked out an old pair of runners. She led a horse to the corral, and said they were starting with the basics.

“Horse’s can pick up your mood, you have to try to relax with them, and you have to approach them right.” Amy instructed. She showed her to approach the horse so they could see her, keeping her movements slow. Then she had the nervous slave lead the horse by the leash. When they went back to the barn Amy hooked the horse up so they could brush it. “This is important to the health of the horse.” And showed her how to groom the horse.

The horses were a little nervous around Liz, and the slave girl would call Amy, Ma’am in deference to her free status. For Amy, she was also a rather nervous about having this naked slave girl around her. All this made their interactions awkward. Amy asked about her tattoos, the girl had colorful flames on her left shoulder that took up the top half of her left upper arm. On her right arm was a picture of a heart and two sets on initials. “The one on my left arm is supposed to show my fiery personality. Lot good that did, just got me into trouble with the law and that’s why I’m a slave.” After a few moments she continued, “Damn tats made me Choice Minus, guess I’m lucky Master Tod was willing to take me. Otherwise I’d be in a brothel or nursing home.”

Amy had been confused at what she said, “What do you mean by Choice Minus?”

“That’s how they rate you as a slave. The best is Prime, next Choice and then Select. They use meat terms define us.”

Amy was horrified, “That’s terrible, I’ve heard the term but didn’t know what they were talking about.”

Liz spoke up, “I’m sorry you didn’t get enslaved, it would have made being here a lot better.”

Amy didn’t know how to respond to that. “Ah well, sorry, but I didn’t think it was for me.”

“Well I’m still intimidated with you being a free woman. Being deferential to free people is drilled into slave.” Amy said she was sorry she felt that way. “You know, if you took off your clothes, I’d be a lot more relaxed around you.”

“Really, that’s a big request to make of someone.”

“Could you try it, for a little while, the family sees me naked all the time, and you see naked slaves all the time on TV.”

“Well I’ll think on it, maybe next time, but no promises.”

Amy did more that think about it. The idea swirled in her head bringing up erotic thoughts. Her anti-slavery upbringing was clashing with new feelings. She locked her bedroom door and undressed, looking at her naked body in the full-length mirror. She hadn’t done this before, she wasn’t shy or a prude, but just not something she had thought of. She knew she was pretty, but she wasn’t preoccupied by her looks. Yes, she was crazy about boys, but had always tried to keep it under control. Now she was looking in the mirror, she had looked up pictures of slaves for sale, and she started feeling that she was at least as good looking as them. She glazed at her body like she was just discovering it now, she was hour glassed shaped, 36C breasts, nice hips, no excess fat. She realized that men did look at her with appreciation for her looks, if not lust. Maybe she should try being naked with Liz, but just when they are alone?

The next time she visited, she decided she wouldn’t bring up the topic of nudity, she didn’t want to seem enthusiastic. For about an hour as Amy taught her about horse care, they continued their previous stiff interactions. Finally, Liz brought up the subject of nudity. “Have you thought about being nude with me? I think it would really help us. And master is at work, mistress is in town and kids are at school so only I would see you.”

“Yes, I have, maybe I will give it a try, but just between you and me.” And slowly took her blouse, jeans, and lingerie off. “Is this better?

“Much better, now we look like sister’s?”

“Sister’s?

“Slave’s call other female slaves, sisters. Showing fellowship with each other I guess.” Then she brought out a old dog collar. “Let’s put this on and you’ll look like a real slave.”

“I’m not sure about going that far.”

“Come on it’ll be fun.” And she advanced on Amy. Amy finally allowed her to strap the collar on her. “I just wish this was real.” Sighed Liz.

Amy tugged and felt the collar around the neck with hand. It felt weird and a little erotic. But she decided to get back to business. “OK, Now I want to show you how to put a saddle on, or as we say, ‘tack up’. And went back to the lesson.

Master Davin unexpectedly came into the barn, as it was expected he would be at work, and noticed the apparent second naked slave, “Where did this slave come from?”

Amy was startled and embarrassed but his sudden appearance. “Amy consented to be slave like me master.” Liz said.

Amy quickly spoke up, “No, I’m not, Liz said she would be more comfortable it I was naked, and fake collared. And it worked.”

“Well I don’t mind having even a fake slave around. Liz your needed in the kitchen to help with supper.”

“I’ll get the horse back in his stall and leave.”

“You can stay for supper we have plenty.”

“Liz interjected, “Please join me as you are, I eat on the floor, but I get to eat what everyone else does.

“I think that would feel strange.” Responded Amy.

“Don’t worry, they’ll just see you as another slave and ignore you.” Amy doubted that. She got the horse put away for the night. Then she sat and thought, was she actually thinking of going in there naked, and eating on the floor like a slave? Her mind was made up for her when Liz and Mr. Davin came out and fetched her.

She came into the kitchen and sat in the corner. The wife, a rather severe looking woman, said, “Where the hell did the new slave come from? Did you buy another one without telling me?”

“No, no honey, its just Liz friend Amy playing slave to make her feel better.”

“Well if she’s going to do that she should be enslaved.”

“Well I did try, but she wouldn’t have it. Lets just eat.” Amy got a plastic dish divided into sections, with plastic utensils, and a plastic cup of water. Amy sat, ate and looked down, but caught glances of the father and son looking at her. After supper Amy insisted on helping Liz clean up, then made her goodbyes and left. Until she had to make a stop because she had forgotten to get dressed again.

A few days later she went again, and when she got to the barn, she decided to take off her clothes to surprise Liz. She heard some noise up in the hayloft and quietly walked up the stairs. At the top she discovered Liz servicing her master. They were on a mattress and she was on top rocking her hips. Amy was shocked and then Liz saw her and smiled. “Do you want to join us sister?” and Master Davin looked over at her.

Amy had wild thoughts going through her head, being led to “clean him off”, having this overweight body on top of her, then being on top and jiggling her hips up and down to please him. Being led on a leash and wearing a steel collar. All these thoughts ran through her head and made her heart beat faster and her pussy get wet. But she instead stammered “No, no thanks. Sorry to interrupt.” And slowly walked downstairs on weak knees.

Amy was still naked, when Liz and Master Tod came down. “I would have loved you to join us.” Leered Mr. Davin, “Your already dressed for it.” Amy looked down and realized she was still naked and put her head in her hands. “I should take you back to the Slave Department and just enslave you.” And grabbed Amy’s crotch, “Your wet you know you should be mine.” And walked off.

Amy was scared and shaking at the assault. Liz came over to her and hugged her, then gave her a deep kiss. Amy could taste the cum still in the slave’s mouth and her tongue pushed some of it into Amy’s mouth, making her “taste” master. Liz asked, “Did you like that?”

“I liked the kiss.”

“I almost forgot, I got you a tag and a new collar.” And she brought out plastic collar made to look like real steel and showed Amy the tag dangling from it. Amy looked at it, it looked like the Ying-Yang symbol, but it had three instead of two spokes, and there were three little holes in each section. (1)

“Its interesting looking, what does it mean?”

“It means sisters.” Amy smiled and gave her “sister” a hug. “And the collar comes off easy, has a nice big button to press to open.” And slid it on Amy’s neck

Amy would come over once or twice a week, to continue the lessons, which now included, with Master Davin’s permission, horse ridding lessons. Amy and Liz became closer, talking about school, Amy talked about her family and on again off again boyfriend Ty. Liz told about her lousy home life and that got her into being the “angry goth girl” in school. Being in different grades, and different social circles, they only knew of each other in passing, but knew a lot of the same people.

As for the family, they treated Amy as a slave, whether or not she was dressed. This started to annoy her but didn’t want to make trouble for Liz. All this was also affecting her dreams. She dreamt that the son came up to her and demanded her fuck him since she was a slave. She felt the cock enter her mouth, moving in and out, and her licking it till it was hard, then him forcing her against the horse stall and making her spread her legs wide and putting her arms above her head and spread wide. Then his thick cock pushed hard into her slave pussy, grabbing her hips he starts jack hammering her till they both came. After which she had to clean off his cock. She also had dreams about Liz, kissing her deeply, and then licking her nipples. Then laying Amy down and sucking on her clit and three fingers invade her cunt and after she comes Amy does the same to Liz.

She would wake up in a sweat and had to make herself cum after the dreams. But the dreams worried her, was she being seduced into slavery? If Master Davin brought her to a slave official, would she agree to enslavement?

Amy got a scare one day when Mr. Davin drove into the farmyard with someone who had the air of authority about him and Liz didn’t recognize him. Was Master Tod bringing an official to certify she had “self enslaved’ herself? Was someone her trying to buy her? Were they here to use her?

Amy quickly dressed and removed the collar. When the men entered, they found both women talking about horses. Amy nervously asked, “Hi can I help you?”

The mystery man asked, “Are you Amy Fleming?” Amy said she was. “I’m Mr. Gerald Phillips, I am a Magistrate for the Rural District of Foothills. I have had reports that you have been behaving as a slave.” This scared Amy and she started shaking. She had an idea where those “reports” were coming from.

In a shaky voice Amy replied, “Do I look like a slave, no collar, and I’m clothed.”

“I can see that, but is that your usual way you present yourself?”

“Yes, this is how I usually am. I don’t walk around at home naked and collared.”

“OK, but how about around here?”

It would be to easy to prove she was lying so she said, “Yes I am naked here, but only because the slave I’m training was feeling too intimidated by me being a clothed free woman. When I finally relented, we got on a lot better.”

“Do you wear a collar?”

“Its just a plastic toy one sir.”

“How do they treat you here, do they treat you like a free woman, or like a slave.”

“OK, they treat me a bit like a slave, giving me orders for small things. But there have been no sexual interactions!”

“How does it make you feel, being treated like a slave?”

“It annoys me, but I don’t want to make trouble for my friend Liz, since its more of an attitude by them that anything serious.”

“OK, well this seems to be a misunderstanding, but I’d suggest you stop playing slave around here. Good day to you.” And left followed by Mr. Davis. Amy told Liz she would leave early and might not be back for a couple of weeks, to let things cool down.

Amy’s dreams now became nightmares, being gang raped, being whipped, being locked in a cage. Amy was scared to go back, but after a couple of weeks she faced her fears and went back. She told she would continue to visit, but wouldn’t go naked anymore. Liz was upset, but understood.

Within couple of weeks Mr. Davin got a big promotion and the family moved to Toronto. Amy worried what would happen to Liz, now she wouldn’t have access to horses. But there was nothing she could do. Amy visited just before they left and shook hands with the family and gave Liz a big hug, who gave Amy the plastic collar to remember her time as a slave.

[gary]

Sorry this footnote should have been part of the story;

1) https://fetjeweller.com/pages/about-the-bdsm-triskelion This is a common BDSM symbol.

[orflash64]

Pretty good Gary. I liked the Snowballing between Liz and Amy, but Davin should have fucked Amy when he felt how wet she was. Amy would have been in a horny daze and would have just let it happen. Maybe next time. So now that she is chipped and almost enslaved does lead to misunderstandings with the slave businesses?
Is the next one the slave gear on the side of the road? Or does this story continue before that?

[GreyRose]

Gary,
Nicely done, very cool build up between Liz & Amy. I did like that you kept it light in this chapter, as Amy is still fighting hard to stay free. I look forward to your next chapter to see where you take it. Since you have Slave Grading in the title, I'm guessing that before this part is done Amy will know what grade she is.

[jeepster]

Nice slow build up ! Keep it coming!

[gary]

I have to admit, I was really tempted to have Mr. Davin have sex with Amy. But I was able to restrain myself and kept the idea in the realm of fantasy and dreams for Amy.

Have a bit of the same problem with a part of the HCI story. The female manager of HCI is trying to sexually seduce Amy to be a slave, I was probably going to have the action interrupted by the arrival of the slaves, But I was also considering having the scene continue it with Dale, the clerk Amy retrieved the slave with, having sex with her, Amy having been sexually excited by the Manager.
I have given the Manager the name, Robin Gill, of a Weekend Host for the news program Global National
https://globalnews.ca/author/robin-gill/

[orflash64]

Well if you aren't going to have Amy have sex maybe stretch out the sex scene that Amy comes upon, instead she interrupts them as soon as she sees them, they don't see her and just keep going at it and Amy can't seem to help watching it all, from fucking to sucking, to anal Amy has never witnessed slave fucking live like this.
If you ever do a final draft later on. Also in addition to the Snowballing, Liz has some more cum on various parts of her body and she hugs Amy, and gets it on Amy. Now Amy has it on her chest and in her hair, this follows someone else sees Amy naked collared with cum on her and they just assume what happened. Or he takes a picture on their phone of Amy.

[Hooked6]

Oooo, I can already tell this will be a great story. I am both intrigued and already invested in your characters - a hallmark of a great writer. I can hardly wait to see what happens next.

Since you make such an investment in putting such realism in your stories, at the risk of sounding too pedantic, I must point out something that will be glaringly out of place to anyone who has been around horses for any length of time that you might wish to correct in future versions.

You wrote: "Then she had the nervous slave lead the horse by the leash."

Well, Slaves and Pony Girls may be led by leashes, but a horse healer would know that real horses are led by a bridal and a lead line. Trivial semantics, I know, so don't shoot the messenger as I realize that the plot is everything but as a real Cowboy who raises horses, I can say with authority that line just sings of someone who knows absolutely nothing about the care of horses and is inconsistent for Amy to make such a mistake having been raised on a ranch. (Please, no hate mail. I only point this out in case you might want to fix that for all the horsey people drawn to your story.)

Great stuff so far!

Hooked6

[gary]

Thank you, I made the changes to the story, and use the term "Lead line" instead, including when Amy is trained as a pony girl.
I did look up the different parts of a horse's tack, but missed that. Thank you.

[orflash64]

Gary, were any of my suggestions in the updated version or just the bridal and lead?
It's just giving Amy a full on visual of slave sex might spur her imagination and possibly her dreams about being slave fucked.

[gary]

Well, what I know about horses would fill a pamphlet. I just changed the word leash to lead line, which is of course is attached to a bridle.
I have to admit that I'm not very good at writing sex scenes, I've come up with one serviceable sex scene and haven't really come up with a second. Which means I tend to avoid writing them, and a couple of times that I have I just reused the one reasonably OK scene. Actually I think letting people use their imaginations would be better than what I write. But I hope to improve.

[orflash64]

If you need help with those scenes I'll be glad to help.
You did ok with Claire and Mr. Edwards, although no one wants to read that the guy fucking the slave is very small, it should be average to huge in a sex story.I

[orflash64]

If you are going to write a sex slave story , you can't avoid the sex forever.
If can't figure out the play by play, you can have the character reflect on want was done to her and have her think about how she felt about it. Did she cum while forced to perform, does she feel horny remembering it?
Has it made her see herself differently now? Will she more submissive around men now? Does she desire to let it happen to her again because she can't stop thinking about it?

[jeepster]

Well Ive been working on this in the next part, which involves HCI. They have just returned with the slave girl, Amy had been cuffed and chained to the other girl since the other girl was a runaway. It also allowed me to add to the sex scene with Liz and Master Davin. Its incomplete and I had been trying to decide it Dale, the man Amy went to retrieve the slave with, also has sex with her since Amy has been listed as Inventory and is thus considered a slave by the company. So open for use by employees and customers.

They put the girl between them in the truck and drove back to HCI. Once there, the manager checked her chip and verified she was the missing slave. Amy said, “I’m want to be on my way and I’d like to be unlocked and get my clothes back. And what happened to my being inventory?”
“Still working on that, so have to keep you here till it’s worked out.”
“What!”
“Don’t worry I have a ‘hold’ order on you. So, you won’t be sold. However, it would be much easier to just sell you. Save a lot of paperwork.” She started stroking Amy’s breast, “Oh you are so lovely, a real beautiful country girl. You would sell for top price.”
Her touch sent shivers down Amy’s spine; she didn’t want to resist because she knew she was a basically a slave right now. “I know almost nothing about being a slave Mrs. Gill.”
“Call me Mistress Robin, really, I bet you know more than you think, and your new owner could send you back to us for training.” Mistress had taken Amy into a room where potential buyers could take slaves for a “test run”. Her hands were caressing Slave Amy’s arms, hips and neck. She cupped both of the slave’s breasts, “These are the perfect size, not too big, not too small.” And played with Slave Amy’s nipples.
“Thank you, Mistress Robin.” Amy moaned. The pleasure ran up and down her spine. She knew she was being pushed to be a slave, but it felt so good.
“This feel so good doesn’t it?” Mistress started sucking on the slave girls’ nipples and pleasuring her pussy lips.
“Oh yes it does.” Amy thought were thrown back to seeing Slave Liz and Master Davin fucking in the barns hay loft. Seeing their intertwined bodies moving in rhythm. Liz giving pleasure to her master, Master taking pleasure from his slave. She could see his cock as Liz bounced up and down on him. Did Liz get pleasure from her master? Amy never asked but the slave did have a big smile on her face and seemed to be happy to do her slave duty. Amy remembered the taste of masters cum from Liz’s mouth. Her mind and body were betraying her.
“Your slave hot, aren’t you?”
“Yes, yes.”
“And the only way forward for you now is to be a slave, isn’t it?” the she gave the slave a deep kiss.
“Oh, you make me feel so good.” Amy said slowly in the throws of pleasure.

[GreyRose]

Very interesting snipit, Gary. I like how this one reads and what it promises. I'm eagerly awaiting this complete chapter as it looks like you have done quite a bit to change your original idea for this part.

[orflash64]

When you say Amy is cuffed and chained, what exactly do you mean?
Is one hand cuffed to the slave or are both girls cuffed behind their backs and their legs or collars are chained together?
Are their hands cuffed in front to their own wrists or one wrist to Amy and other to the slave?
Does Dale fuck the slave while Amy is cuffed to the slave and have to watch?
Does Amy get snowballed again when Dale finishes with the slave?
Could they stop at a gas station to refuel and the station manager offers Dale money to have his slaves work the gloryholes in the restrooms for a bit?

[GreyRose]

Orflash,
If Gary is going along with my earlier suggestions (its his story so I don't know what he's written) the girls hands are cuffed behind their backs. And they are chained at the neck, forming a coffle of 2. A business such as HCI would have fairly standard handling procedures for dealing with multiple slave girls.

Gary,
As a possible riff off of the gas station idea, what if Dale left the HCI building so quickly he left his wallet back in his locker? He see's he's low on gas and needs to stop for a fill-up. Maybe he trades a blowjob by the recovered slave girl for some fuel? Even with Amy naked, collared and leashed he still know's she's not officially property of the company so he might be uncomfortable letting her get used this way. But if Amy is still chained to the other girl she will be at ground zero for the blow job the girl gives the guy at the station.

Seeing this and not having been able to retreat like she did at the barn she will be feeling all kinds of sexual heat going on. This would make her more susceptible to Robin's attempts to seduce her.

[GreyRose]

Gary,
I don't know if you liked the suggestion of the blowjob payment for the fuel, but if you did incorporate it that would be a lead up to where Dale 'tests' Amy's skill at giving one. This could be another step in Amy's downward slide. Maybe she didn't do well on the first one, so Dale takes her out into a more public part of the facility where she would be cheered on by slaves, calling her sister and giving suggestions. This would both embarrass Amy and turn her on as well, then in order to escape the 'public' scene she would go deep into a slave fantasy. This might shake her up so much she panics and this is what pushes her to escape. (And of course leaves her lots of additional fantasies for later.)

This way when Amy gets fucked as a slave that could be the focus of the chapter, rather than a by blow of other events.

Each step pushes her boundary's and blur's what her acceptable reality is.

[gary]

I liked the blowjob for fuel idea (or for something else), It started me thinking of it for the first HCI story, or a second I've written where Amy and a female friend get a ride into town on a slave truck (a bit like GentlemanMariner's Westbound story) and they end up at HCI. Though I had also been thinking a bit along the lines of the rest stop scene in Westbound where the slaves have sex with customers.
As for the snippet of the first HCI story. Amy had to have her hands cuffed behind her and her collar was chained to the other slave in a coffel because the other girl was considered a runaway. Those were the rules because when the Manager tried to place a hold on Amy, it listed her as "Inventory" instead, so she was technically a slave in HCI eyes.
As for the manager, Robin Gill, seducing Amy, I had been thinking of Dale coming in right after the Manager is done and having his way with her since she is technically a slave, and Amy is in a heightened sexual arousal. This happens in the Try Out Room where slaves can be fucked by potential customers who are serious buyers.
But after that happens, the slaves are delivered and two of them start fighting and Amy is caught between them. Then the manager arrives with a tranquilizer gun but hits Amy instead. So Amy then wakes up in a slave pen. I had been thinking she has to suck a cock or two that's pushed through the bars.
This is something I had just thought of, guys going to slave pens and making them suck them off. I'm wasn't sure how much slave stores would allow it though, since they want to sell slaves, not have them pleasure for free for every guy that wants it. But then I though they would make guys pay to use a slave like that, give them a ticket. So much to suck through the bars, so much to vaginally or anally fuck them through the bars, and so much to take them to the Try Out Room (that has a bed).
Of course that would make them also a slave brothel, and that might detract from their core business. And that might get them in trouble since there are slave brothels in business. Maybe it not something they advertise, though it would still get around. Or maybe its only for preferred customers, people they know, or its a side thing with the slave mongers.

[orflash64]

Gary, having worked in the corporate world there are rules and then there the goings on behind closed doors. As a security officer I have seen some things that are not allowed, but happen anyway, because people in charge will do whatever they can get away with.

When it's this situation with this person, rules are rules, but I've seen the same people do an about face for a buddy, family member, or senior vice president in charge of promotions, etc.
So don't worry about what is official rules or laws in this world. A white guy in a fancy car gets a warning, a pretty girl gets a fully strip and body cavity search and a black man is murdered all for the same offense by the same cop.
Just because it's not supposed to happen doesn't mean she will not be on her knees swallowing a load.

[dtrelsky]

Gary, Orflash,
I agree that the hanky-panky needs to be limited. I can see where staff would consider things like blowjobs and such as a perk, and they probably would allow friends visiting wide latitude. Official HCI rules limit what the public can do, but if there's not a lot of staff who's to catch them unless they make too much ruckus.

Also to keep it to 'serious' clients there could be a viewers pass that gets purchased to track who's in the area with the slaves, this stops the looky-loos. For the tryout room the company might require a 20% fee of the cost of the slave before they could take one into the room (against possible breakage of the inventory). Of course long time customers or those with a Platinum credit account with HCI would have such fee's waived. Anyone in the slave holding area would probably have had to provide some kind of payment plan before heading back there, so your story doesn't have to slow down dealing with payment. Just a reference to their credit card on file or their account and continue.

= = =

Since you mentioned it again, I've had a story idea for a long time that's similar to one you mentioned above.

On a dark and stormy night a lass is traveling and the same thing that causes her car to die also takes out her phone, since as an intelligent person she had it connected to keep it charged. The first vehicle that comes upon her is a slave transport. She waves him down and begs a ride, but company policy prohibits women wearing any clothing in the cab (the rule was written for when drivers pick one of the cargo as a cabin warmer but hey a rule is a rule). The only way he'll give her a ride is if she strips.

Reluctantly she agrees and is naked but before they can store her clothes in an external compartment the storm gets really nasty. They both dive into the cab and forget her clothes, by the time they realize it there's no way the driver can turn around he's got a schedule to keep. Once in the cab he gives her a towel or comforter to dry off with.

After a while they reach a truck stop and they're clear of the storm. He asks for her assistance in getting the slaves out for some exercise while he eats. Since she's naked he talks her into wearing a collar so no one pays particular attention to her. The end of the truck has an anchor pole/extension that has a cable running between it and the truck, the truck stop has a secured port for the post to lock into. As she releases the slave girls he locks a leash on them and to the security cable, they have enough leash to crouch but not sit down as they are supposed to be stretching their legs.

The driver offers to take his passenger into the restaurant but it will have to be as a slave since she's wearing a collar. There would be some kind of unexpected surprise such as being, she has to be devoiced or if she speaks she'll be punished, or her hands are cuffed behind her. When he sits at the booth she has to kneel on the floor. Her food is slightly better than the slave kibble in the truck for the cargo, and /or she gets hand fed by him from his plate.

The waitress might offer to take the slave into the back to 'clean her up', while back there she might grope the woman she thinks is a slave. maybe have the slave eat her out.

Once their meal / adventure in the restaurant is finished she helps him load the slaves back into the truck. As they are about finished he receives a call that upsets him so much he forgets that she's not actually cargo and puts her in the back with the other slave girls. He gets back on the road quickly, the girls in back dealing with the rough ride.

Not too long later the truck pulls over and there are loud voices. Suddenly the back doors open and a couple of strangers enter. As they start searching the truck the driver gets upset and someone outside strikes him and he falls. They quickly find what they are looking for and remove it from the truck, and a new driver is provided.

Now I've never fully worked out what happens after this. Does she convince the new driver she's not a slave girl? Is she just another piece the inventory?

[orflash64]

Sounds like a good story to me. One of my favorite themes is mistaken identity and not a slave gets used like one.

[gary]

Right now the HCI story has a lot more sex than originally, of which was none, I hope its not too much. I use a modified idea of Greyrose's idea of payment for gas, except that the truck battery dies and the guy gives them a boost and asks to use one of the girls. Dale thinks he can only let him use Slave Amber (the lost slave) and she gives him a blowjob, but because Amy and Amber's collars are chained together, Amy has to kneel and get a up close and personal view of the oral sex, After the slave is done he shoves the cock in Amy's mouth to have her clean it, and Dale arrives to see this and thinks Amy had been willingly sucking the guys cock. After they arrive at HCI, the sexual seduction by the female manager part that I posted earlier happens (and it continues a bit longer from where I left off). Right after the manager leaves Amy, Dale comes in the Try Out Room and uses her, who is in a dreamy post orgasam trance. First using her mouth and then her pussy, thinking she was a slut because of what he saw on the side of the road. Then there is a scene where Amy sucks a cock through the bars of a slave pen. She had been accidentally tranquilized and still out of it and she's convinced she had been enslaved by the store.
I had a vague idea of the HCI manager giving her the card of a place that turns out to be a slave brothel. Alternatively my idea was that Amy finds the brothel owner in trouble (she's hurt?) and helps her get to her workplace

[orflash64]

Now it's getting really interesting!

[automagix12]

I do like the setup/draft.

IMHO, there is one critical point in the plot (GreyRose has already made a comment on it):

There would be some kind of unexpected surprise such as being, she has to be devoiced or if she speaks she'll be punished, or her hands are cuffed behind her.

Yes, exactly, the heroine must be either gagged or "devoiced" (by a hi-tech device similar to the collar in "The Slave Party").
This should be considered when somebody writes down the slave story, using the sketch above.
Otherwise it would no be easily explicable why the heroine doesn't shout "I am a free woman!!! I am not a slave!" again and again.