A bailiff walked up to Hannah informing her that she needed to get inmates 893 and 894 ready in ten minutes for a chambers session. With Hannah’s help Mom and I quickly peed in the toilet hole, washing the sleep out of our faces, brushing our teeth and fixing our hair. In nine minutes, we presented ourselves at the cell door where the bailiff cuffed our hands behind our backs and we were off to Judge Ledbetter’s chambers.
The bailiff removed our handcuffs outside the chambers door, instructing us to assume the slave kneel position in front of the judge. He opened the door, ushered us in, locking the door behind us.
To my surprise, Judge Ledbetter was not alone. There was a woman leaning against his desk leering hungrily at me as Mom and I kneeled in front of the judge. Immediately I tried using the techniques Hannah taught me the night before to ignite my slave heat. The woman was an attractive bottle blonde, Botox lips, and a pair of large fake breasts dressed in above the knee black leather boots and a loose fitting dress holding a riding crop in her hand.
“Meet my wife Amanda. She has generously volunteered her time to assist me in my inmate rehabilitation project,” chuckled the judge.
“So this is the Venus pleasure slut mommy and her untrained slave daughter whore to be,” she said walking towards me.
Placing the riding crop under my chin, she pushed my head up so that I was looking into her eyes as she looked down upon me.
“I am so looking forward to spending quality time with you during your rehabilitation, helping you transition from a formerly free woman to a daughter slave pleasure slut with some life skills advice that your mother obviously failed to provide,” she sniggered.
Turning around she walked back to the judge’s desk while removing her dress, revealing that she was naked underneath. She leaned against the desk with her legs spread showing her moist shaved pussy with a dark haired landing strip. Beckoning me with her finger she spread her vaginal lips with her other hand while making a licking motion with her tongue. I crawled over on my knees and dove in starting with one big lick of her moist gash as I tried quickly working her towards an orgasm while I played with my pussy using some of Hannah’s tricks to ignite my slave heat.
Amanda gasped in pleasure as I worked her pussy. Did I mention that I like sex and eating pussy is one of my favorite pastimes. To Amanda’s credit, her pussy was clean and tasty so I started having some fun slurping down her juices pushing her towards what was to be her first of many orgasms that morning.
“Look slave mom, your slave daughter is a natural pleasure slut that appears to be easily transitioning into her new slave slut life. Deep down as you raised her you knew that this was the life she was meant for, right?” she taunted my mother as she came on my face.
“Whack,” I felt the sting of her riding crop on my ass.
“Keep licking, you were not told to stop slave daughter,” commanded Amanda in an irritated voice.
I started up again quickly pushing her over the edge another time as she grabbed me by my hair grinding her pussy into my mouth until she had enough pushing my face away.
“Get up and bend over the desk,” she directed.
She pulled a seven-inch strapless strap-on out of her purse and walked over to Mom. She forced the plug in Mom’s mouth lubricating it before inserting the plug in her vagina.
I recognized the strap-on as a model I frequently used when dominating other girls. Amanda had the one that had an inflatable vibrating vaginal plug and clit pad for the wearer’s pleasure and the version with the larger dildo that vibrated for the pleasure of the girl on the receiving end of the fucking. I had used the mid-sized version of this very device to drive girls over the edge to multiple orgasms and would now be on the receiving end of the larger version for the first time. With my slave heat ignited from Hannah’s training, my pussy was dripping in anticipation. Did I mention that I like sex!
She walked behind me and began rubbing the head of the dildo on my slit wetting it while locating my hole. Then she jammed it home in one smooth stroke as it slid into my soaking hole. “Thanks again Hannah,” I thought with a grin as I moaned in delight. Amanda easily noticed my arousal as I looked back towards my mother who had a tear going down her cheek. I realized that I had not had a chance to tell her about Hannah’s advice which I was now following. We would have to talk later to clear the air; in the meantime, I was being fucked towards an orgasm.
“You are a real horny slave pleasure slut, born to be a sex slave to serve your betters,” announced Amanda as she fucked me.
Amanda sure knew how to work her dildo in my pussy as she quickly pushed me towards an orgasm. I figured creaming all over her dildo would stroke her ego, just like the men, I focused on losing myself to my climax.
“Daughter slave, you must receive my permission to cum. If you climax without permission you and your slave mommy will be punished,” sneered Amanda as she continued to pound my hole, sensing that I would erupt shortly.
What! I needed her permission to cum?
Then she turned on the vibration in the strap-on, adding to both of our pleasure as she drove the dildo deep into my pussy holding it in place as she ground her skittle into the vibrating clit pad trying to cum. Suddenly she hissed, “Yes!” as she creamed all over the clit pad while the dildo rubbed against my G-spot. Then, before I erupted, she pulled back, directing Mom to sit in front of me with her pussy in my face.
“Spread your cunt lips. Show your daughter the slave womb that gave birth to her,” she directed.
“Kiss your mommy’s womb,” she directed me, shoving my face into my mother’s pussy.
I kissed Mom’s pussy. Then she started fucking me again with the vibrating strap-on plunging in and out of my wet hole. God it felt good. She knew just how to hit my G-spot with the vibrating strap-on driving me closer to the edge. Grabbing my hair, she pulled back my head so that I was looking up at my mother as I panted like a wanton slut.
“Thank your mother slave for giving birth to a daughter who is a nasty pleasure slut slave whore,” directed Amanda.
“Mother slave, thank you for giving birth to this slave daughter so I can be a nasty pleasure slut slave whore,” I groaned getting close to my climax as I looked up at my mother. Mom had a shocked sad look on her face as I pushed back against the strap-on.
“Mistress may I please cum?” I asked, getting close.
“Smack, smack, smack,” she spanked me hard three times, startling me as she continued plowing my cunt all the while pulling back on my hair forcing me to look up at my mother.
“Slave that is not how you address your Mistress. Try again,” she directed.
“Mistress, may this slave please cum?” I asked panting as she stroked my G-spot with my eyes locked on my mother’s eyes.
“Try again, ask correctly, what are you?” she grunted.
“Mistress, may this nasty pleasure slut daughter slave whore please cum?” I panted, pleading for permission to cum as I tried to suppress the orgasm building in me as I looked up at my mother’s dismayed face.
“Not yet, hold it,” she moaned as she once again drove the dildo deep into my pussy holding it in place as she ground her pearl into the vibrating clit pad trying to cum all the while she angled the strap-on so that it rubbed my G-spot. The vibration put me on the edge as I tried not to cum. I had never tried suppressing an orgasm before like this and it hurt. It became a sadistic combination of pain and pleasure as I somehow held back my climax as she continued to grind into me.
“Please mistress, please may this nasty pleasure slut daughter slave whore cum?” I pleaded in desperation while painfully holding back my orgasm.
“Please,” I groaned again in misery, as I looked up into my mother’s mortified face as a tear rolled down her cheek.
Suddenly she moaned, “Yes! Cum with me slave,” as she climaxed all over the clit pad while the vibrating dildo rubbed against my G-spot as I relaxed erupting in pleasure squirting on the dildo my body tensing as I saw stars as I rode a rollercoaster of pleasure. She leaned forward on me as I gasped for breath waiting for my vision to clear as she turned off the vibrations.
“Mistress, thank you for giving this nasty pleasure slut daughter slave whore an orgasm,” I panted trying to recover my composure after one of the most intense orgasms I had ever experienced.
“Good slave, you are a quick learner,” she said, pulling the dildo out of my satiated pussy.
“Would this whore slave like me to fuck her ass?” she asked sarcastically as she rubbed the head of the dildo on my rosebud.
“Please mistress, please fuck this nasty pleasure slut daughter slave whore in the ass with your big strap-on,” I begged knowing that whether I wanted it or not that strap-on would soon be exploring the depths of my colon.
“Mother slave, hop off the desk and put that lube on my hard cock and then help me push it up your daughter slave whore’s ass,” Amanda told Mom pointing at a bottle of lube on the desk.
Mom hopped down off the desk and spread lube on the dildo. She rubbed some lube onto my asshole and then wiggled a lubed finger into my winking browneye. Soon I felt the head of the dildo knocking on my backdoor followed by a shove as I clenched my hole. The dildo slid off the mark, hitting my fresh brand as I hissed in pain as Amanda giggled.
Once again, it was rubbing on my backdoor and this time I relaxed my hole as she drove the strap-on dildo past my sphincter. Amanda shoved the whole length into the depths of my colon as I gasped in pain. She began a slow rhythmic fuck of my ass while I relaxed. Now I only felt full as the pain faded.
“Does the daughter slave like my big cock in her slave hole?” she giggled turning on the vibrator in the strapon.
“Mistress, this nasty slave whore needs her slave hole fucked hard,” I gasped knowing what she wanted to hear as the vibrating strap-on started to feel really fucking good in my backdoor. Hannah told me in situations like this I no longer had an asshole. I had a cunt and a slave hole available for my master or mistress’s pleasure.
In response, she started pummeling my backdoor hard as I groaned hoping for another orgasm. Then just as she fucked my pussy, she shoved the dildo deep into my asshole holding it in place as she grabbed me by the hips, pulling my ass back onto her dildo. All while she ground her lovebud into the vibrating clit pad trying to climax. She was also rubbing against my brand causing me to see stars as I hissed in pain, tears flowing down my cheeks. After what seemed like hours but was only minutes if that long, she once again exploded in yet another orgasm, laughing in pleasure while I gasped in agony.
Amanda dismounted, removing the strap-on from her pussy and handing it to Mom.
“Clean that with your mouth. You can watch your slave daughter service me,” she said. “Honey, are you ready to fuck my pussy with that big cock of yours?”
Of course, he was ready. He had a huge erection dripping pre-cum that needed a home, I was just glad it was not one of my holes, or was I? Strangely, my empty dripping pussy longed to be filled again with a nice hard cock. I am such a slut.
Soon I found myself on my knees with my mouth latched onto Amanda’s skittle trying to get her off while the judge pounded her pussy from behind. I was jealous that it wasn’t my pussy getting all of the attention. What was wrong with me? My total loss of dignity wanting this judge’s cock stroking my pussy to orgasm. I was able to bring her off triggering his orgasm as he flooded her pussy with his splooge.
Amanda grabbed me by my hair, pulling my towards the judge’s softening cock. “Clean it,” she commanded as I took him into my mouth. I looked up lovingly into this asshole’s face as I spit polished his cock cleaning up all the juices. I even squeezed a dollop of cum from his cock and licked it up with a smile. It was not a genuine smile; it was my new slave smile, as inside I now hated being his bitch with a passion.
“Daughter slave has been a good slut this morning. I have a treat for her,” announced Amanda.
Amanda sat on the edge of the judge’s desk with her legs lewdly spread wide showing off her well-fucked pussy with cum leaking out. She was holding a small plastic lunch bag containing slave kibble. She beckoned to me pointing at the floor between her legs. I quickly scurried over to her on my knees.
“I have a Scooby Snack for you. Beg like a dog for your treat,” she ordered.
“Woof, woof,” I barked, doing my best dog bark. I even tried wagging my tail in excitement.
Then Amanda pulled out a piece of kibble rubbing it in her gash scooping up some of the cum mingled with her juices on it. Holding it up she announced, “Creampie kibble, the perfect treat for a slave bitch,” as she shoved it into my mouth. The thing with slave kibble is that you cannot just swallow it; you have to chew it in order to get it down so I had to endure the mixed flavor sensations of cum, pussy and slave kibble all in one until I could swallow it down.
“Beg for more kibble and cream,” sneered Amanda.
“Woof, woof,” I barked again while still wagging my tail in feigned excitement as I realized I would likely never eat cookies and cream ice cream ever again. Amanda fed me more creampie kibble making me do dog tricks from “rollover” to playing “dead” and everything in between. After each trick, I received another treat. Finally, she held up the last piece of kibble.
“Act like a bitch in heat who needs her holes plowed,” she commanded.
Quickly I assumed the position. My ass faced the judge with my hands pulling my cheeks apart lewdly exposing my holes as I wiggled my ass seductively. My face was on the ground as I looked back at him with my please fuck me look as I whined in need. Damn, if his cock was not fully erect. I knew what was coming next and the worst part was the tingling in my pussy. Why was I getting aroused?
I found myself on my back on the judge’s desk with my ass hanging over the edge. Mom was lubing his large cock and then wiggled a lubed finger up my already well stretched slave hole. She pulled her finger out and lined up the judge’s cock rubbing it on my rosebud. Amanda was facing the judge on her knees on both sides of my head with her pussy over my face massaging my skittle and igniting my slave heat. The judge with Mom’s help penetrated my slave hole, paused and then shoved his prodigious cock balls deep into my colon as Amanda lowered her cunt to my mouth muffling my gasp.
“Free women do not take it in the ass like this. Your slutty slave daughter is hot for her ass fucking and she will learn to like taking these hard fucks in her slave hole,” Amanda taunted my Mom. “Fuck her hard for your pleasure honey. She does not have to like it, but this skanky slave pleasure slut whore does.”
The judge went to town on my ass as Amanda polished my pearl and I ate her pussy moving to her clit. Being a good slave, I wiggled two fingers into her hole finding her G-spot. I went into my slave trance picturing myself back in the sorority in a hot threesome with one of my sisters. God this felt good as Amanda massaged my happy button. I came all over the cock in my ass as I arched my back trying to stroke the judge’s ego.
Amanda came hard all over my face with my lips latched to her skittle, my tongue going overtime polishing it as I massaged her G-spot. I felt a second wave coming as the judge continued pummeling my asshole while Amanda continued polishing my pearl. Soon Amanda had another eruption on my face. Then he ground deep into my colon spewing his seed while rubbing against my brand. The pussy grinding into my mouth muffled my shriek of pain leaving my pussy tingling on the edge of another explosion.
The judge’s phone rang. It was his clerk advising him that his morning calendar was starting in five minutes.
“The daughter slave slut needs to be punished for cumming without permission,” declared Amanda as she dismounted from my face and quickly dressed.
I lay gasping for breath on the desk hearing Amanda speak. Oh shit! I forgot to ask. I had gone into my slave trance trying to enjoy the situation and losing control, I had gotten off without permission. I had been a good slave slut getting both of them off and now this thankless bitch wanted to punish me.
“I have just the thing,” laughed the judge getting dressed and donning his black robe.
Next thing I know the judge called in the bailiff, who led us out of the judge’s chambers. Instead of returning us to our cell, the bailiff escorted us back into the full courtroom, bent us over the railing to the jury box, and nudged my legs apart exposing my charms to those in the courtroom. The welts from the previous day’s caning were still visible. I felt my ass spasm and some cum started trickled out. Judge Ledbetter was already on the bench sipping his coffee when we entered.
“Before we start the morning calendar I am forced to punish one of our criminal slaves, inmate 894 the formerly free woman Avery Bedford, who had an unauthorized orgasm while she was being sodomized during her atonement session this morning. The little slut is oozing semen right now. Bailiff, plug her. I do not want her dripping in my courtroom,” directed the judge to murmurs and chuckles of those in the courtroom.
This time the six inch by four-inch anal plug slipped in easily as I moaned like a slut blushing. Last time one of these plugs was shoved in my ass, less than twenty-four hours ago, I had shrieked like a banshee from the pain, now I made a guttural moan that to my ears sounded so embarrassingly slutty.
“Slave mom Amelia Bedford, inmate 893, will administer ten swats with a cane to her failure of a slave daughter whore. This is the type of discipline that had you done earlier might have prevented your slut of a daughter from becoming a criminal slave although some women are by their nature just destined for the collar. If mommy slave does not use sufficient force, inmate 894 will receive another ten until Mommy gets it right. After every swat her slave whore daughter is to count the number of the swat and recite, ‘Thank you, this nasty pleasure slut daughter slave whore will not climax again without permission,’” directed the judge as my mother blanched in dismay.
The judge just grinned at us sipping his coffee as the courtroom exploded into laughter. The bailiff handed my mother the cane and stepped back giving her room to work. The judge nodded to proceed.
“Thwack.” Not holding back, Mom landed the first blow leaving a good stripe as I felt the welt beginning to rise.
“One, thank you, this nasty pleasure slut daughter slave whore will not climax again without permission,” I recited.
“Thwack.”
The blows rained down on my buttocks and upper thighs as I recited my new slave mantra. Soon my ass felt like it was on fire as tears flowed down my cheeks. After the ninth blow, the judge stopped my mother.
“The final blow will be over her new criminal slave brand as a reminder of her change in status from a free woman to a slave,” directed the judge.
“Thwack.” Without hesitation, Mom landed a hard blow right over my new brand striking the edge causing me shriek in pain for everyone in the courtroom.
“Ten, thank you, this nasty pleasure slut daughter slave whore will not climax again without permission,” I sobbed as the tears flowed.
The judge was not done with my lesson. He had the bailiff finger my pussy checking for slave heat. He found me still moist and dripping from the earlier atonement session. Holding up his moist fingers, the bailiff announced that I was in slave heat to the astonishment of the crowd in the courtroom while I blushed in shame. Then it got worse, the judge had me lick my juices off the bailiff’s fingers, taking away more of my dignity.
“It would constitute cruel and unusual punishment for the court to leave inmate 894 in this aroused state without sating her slave heat. Inmate 894 will face the audience bending forward and mommy slave will masturbate her daughter slave to one and only one orgasm. You have to closely regulate these things otherwise these sluts will take advantage of your generosity,” Judge Ledbetter advised all those in the audience much to the audience’s amusement.
Mom slid one, then two fingers into my kitty from behind while massaging my button with her other hand. Soon I was panting looking out into the crowd in shame as Mom had my pussy purring in delight, she was a Venus Academy graduate after all. I wanted this over with so I just let go trying to get into the slave trance but then realizing I could not climax yet.
“Your honor, please may this nasty pleasure slut daughter slave whore cum?” I asked to the amusement of those in attendance.
Somehow I had remembered the correct terminology while feeling as though the judge was not leaving me a shred of dignity with my wanton display.
“No, hold it awhile longer,” he directed.
Fuck! Not again. It was becoming painful trying to hold it. Bent forward facing the amused audience panting in slave heat, my face flushed, back arched, and my nipples were fully erect, I must have looked like a real skanky pleasure slut. I wonder how many erections there were in the audience right now?
“Your honor, please may this nasty pleasure slut daughter slave whore cum?” I pleaded, the sexual agony clear in my voice.
“You may cum for us now,” commanded the judge.
I erupted in orgasm as Mom did a magic flutter with her fingers over my G-spot while massaging my clit. I had been riding waves of pleasure and pain holding back my climax until its release. This orgasm hit me hard, as the waves of pleasure turned into a tsunami crashing into a cliff and it seemed to go on forever as I looked into the courtroom audience. Some were clearly amused, others lusted for me, while those likely destined for criminal slavery looked on in horror.
Then I saw her, Kimiko Sullivan, a classmate and former lover from Rice in the audience with a frightened, yet sympathetic look in her eyes as she silently cried with her hand over her mouth in shock. “What is SHE doing here?” I wondered as I came down from my climax. I let out a loud sob, humiliated by my performance in front of my good friend?
“Now let this be a lesson for those of you in the audience and the holding cell. As future slaves your bodies, and even your orgasms, are owned and controlled by your masters. Bailiff, remove these two slave sluts from the courtroom,” directed the judge.
As the judge spoke I made eye contact with Kimi, blew her a little kiss and gave her a wink hoping nobody would notice, at least not the judge since I was facing away from him. I wanted her to know that I was not broken by my circumstances. God I hoped Kimi was not in any real trouble that would land her naked wearing a collar in a cell.
The bailiff quickly herded Mom and me out of the courtroom as the court called its first case. At least the judge did not order my Mom caned for my indiscretion. We were led back to our cell where we had a few minutes to wolf down our breakfast before two hours of slave yoga. Yes, it was another bag of slave kibble which I liked better without the special sauce. I was rather pleased with myself having succeeded in preventing Mom from a hard fucking and beating while having three good orgasms all before breakfast. Man, I am becoming such a pleasure slut!
Hannah led our group of slaves through a strenuous two hour long slave yoga session which I found revitalizing for some reason. Maybe due to the three climax requirement. Each of us had to cum three times, not one more or less, but three orgasms during each slave yoga session. While mom was winded I found the exercise invigorating. I really missed the freedom to train for triathlons. Right after slave yoga I pulled mom and Hannah aside and told them about the Kimi sighting and my concern that she might be in some real trouble. Hannah agreed to keep an eye out for her. I really hoped that Kimi avoided my fate in here.
Mom noticed that my bandage was torn and blood was trickling out of my branding wound while we cleaned up in the shower. She was also feeling a little lightheaded so the two of us went on sick call to see the nurse. When we described the number of atonement sessions we had participated in, the nurse put a medical hold on all of mom’s atonement sessions due to her age and I could only be used orally due to my injury until Saturday evening when we were scheduled to be publicly caned. She did not see that as a problem since the bailiffs were to avoid the bandages.
Good old mom made it clear that the judge ordered her in open court to strike my bandage with the cane and the nurse duly recorded that information in my medical file. Mom was directed to stay hydrated and to get lots of rest between all of the required activities, specifically the corporal punishments and atonement sessions. Then she affixed a label with a red cross on our collars and sent us on our way. We would wear these until the Saturday punishment session indicating that we were completely or partially excused from atonement sessions.
After the sick call we had lunch, another bag of slave kibble and water. Then it was time for the much needed mother daughter talk that I had been both dreading and looking forward to. It was mostly mom talking and me listening to the parts of her life that she and dad kept hidden. She described the betrayal that led to her enslavement. What it was like being sold at auction for three years, training in the sexual arts at the Venus Academy for four months until she met their standards, and by sexual arts she meant sucking cock, eating pussy, vaginal and anal sex, double penetrations, air-tights and all done while acting like it was the best thing since sliced bread. There were techniques that she used to become aroused, to ignite her slave heat, in order to please her masters which Hannah had already started teaching me. I would receive daily instruction from mom and Hannah during my stay in the jail.
Then I learned about the horrors of being a pleasure slut for rent and how my grandparents rented her for a week as a graduation present for my father. That one blew me away, my socially proper grandparents buying dad a slave pleasure slut for a week after he graduated from college. It turns out that mom and dad fell in love and my grandparents bought her enrolling her in the first Broadstone class where she became the first number twenty. I already knew about the wedding, college, grad school and her professional career.
There was more. She and a fellow graduate created Amford Holding, a non-profit, that they used to purchase girls going into slavery, rescuing them from use as pleasure sluts and enrolling them into Broadstone. They then found eligible masters and sold them at cost reinvesting the funds into the next girl. So far they had rescued over thirty girls, finding them masters and so far all of these girls went on to complete their education, marry their masters, start families and live happy productive lives. Other than raising children it was her most cherished accomplishment.
I realized that I had ripped open that wound by forcing her to publicly strip naked in the courtroom revealing her secrets. The shame that she had successfully concealed for decades I had destroyed due to my carelessness. She told me that being a parent meant that you had unconditional love for your child, no matter what they did, you put their wellbeing before your own. Again she hugged me telling me that she loved me. I realized then just how lucky I was to have her as my Mother.
Then she spun her public exposure into something positive. Now she could be a more visible advocate for helping former slaves reintegrate into society citing Hannah’s situation as just one symptom of this problem. What really surprised me was the suggestion that it was a project that the two of us could work on together. It was nice to know that she had that kind of faith in me that I would be able to help her make this very important dream of hers a reality.
For the first time I confided with my mother that I was scared of going to Broadstone because I was not a submissive, I doubted there was a submissive bone in my body. How was I supposed to be a good little submissive consort for a male master? Meeting all of his sexual needs amongst other things.
Mom just laughed. I mean she just looked at me and laughed. I could not believe her reaction to what had become my biggest fear over the last few weeks. How was I going to survive my five year indenture not being a submissive?
Then mom explained that the belief that one had to be a submissive to be a good consort was one of the biggest misperceptions about Broadstone and other programs like it. Many of the consorts were naturally submissive, some had both submissive and dominant tendencies and a small percentage had dominant personalities. I also learned that over sixty percent of women have submissive fantasies that could be built upon and turned into a healthy reality. She also pointed out that most men were not true dominants, as many were submissive and most had both traits.
The success of the program was based on the process used to match a consort with a master along with the extensive yearlong consort training program. The Broadstone also offered different training curricula for new masters along with a mandatory master mentoring program designed to help foster a strong long-lasting relationship between master and consort that would lead to a happy marriage. I started stuttering when she told me that the first class for men was titled, “Your New Consort Arrives In Her Cage At Your Front Door. First Steps.” Then she started laughing again because she was joking. She had me there for a moment. Turning serious she did tell me that my father had successfully mentored well over two dozen young men as part of this program.
Feeling better about Broadstone, I told mom about seeing Kimi in the audience and how surprised I was that she could be in any serious trouble. Mom asked me to describe my friendship with Kimi and I spent a good thirty minutes regaling her with my Kimi stories. She was my confidant, someone I trusted implicitly with all of my secrets and self-doubts, my triathlon training partner and sometime lover.
When I was done I realized that Kimi was probably the only true friend I had made in two years of college. There were many people that I hung out with, sorority sisters that were lots of fun to do things with, then there were all of my lovers, but Kimi was the only friend I had that unconditionally accepted me for who I was without ever judging me. I knew I felt the same way about her.
Many of my so-called friends were going to abandon me after my enslavement, some might even ridicule me with my change in status from free woman to pleasure slut slave. I had seen it happen when one of my sorority sisters fell on hard times, unable to pay her debt she was enslaved. Girls can be cruel, some of my sisters found her on display for sale in a storefront and later bragged about how they tormented her until the store owner chased them off. It is hard to get a good price for a pleasure slut when she is uncontrollably sobbing. Deep down, I knew Kimi would not be one of those girls.
It was now dinner time which meant another bag of slave kibble and water. Food was something I had always taken for granted and now eating was a chore. Yes, there is a process to eating slave chow because it had to be chewed really well before you could swallow it and it went down best followed by a mouthful of water. Pop some in your mouth, break it down chewing, swallow, drink water and repeat. Mom and I sat eating our slave kibble while I mulled over how everything had changed while chewing.
When I was first enslaved I was too angry to really contemplate my future and how drastically it had changed for the worse. Foolishly I thought I could beat it, avoid it somehow. I had learned so much about my mother this afternoon, things I wish I had known before I made the poor decisions that landed me in my current predicament. What I had learned from mom about Broadstone and the master consort relationship intrigued me, giving me hope that it could actually work for me. I was deep in thought about my future washing down the last of my dinner when the bailiffs brought some new girls to our cell fresh from receiving their circle star brands on their asses.
(To be continued)
Quick reader question. Does anyone want to see Kimiko Sullivan turn out to be one of the new girls who just received their circle star brands? Or should Avery find another inmate to cuddle with for warmth at night?
