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Best Friends part Three

Some stories featuring the heroine "Tracey", written by Katie Smith
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Best Friends Part Three
By Katie Smith


Feb 13 at 2:57 AM
Of course Tracey knew where the girls were going and how they would be earning that money and if her dad had come back ten minutes later it could have been her on the way to the whorehouse right now!


One thing was for sure though she didn’t want to bump into William again any time soon, he lived somewhere near Emily so she would have to keep her eyes open.


The next time she saw Emily, which was at Tracey’s house, she could resist telling her the story in it’s entirety and giggled like a schoolgirl as she did so.


Emily didn’t giggle though, she listened with an amused smile and a pensive look as though she was taking it all in and ready to use it as yet more evidence of Tracey’s fascination with slavery and the trouble it could get in.


“I think I knew that William.” she’d said when Tracey had told her everything, “he only lives in the next street to me, a proper creep.”


From her description of him Tracey was sure she did indeed know him and from the look on her face that could only mean trouble for Tracey. As if to confirm her suspicions Emily smirked,


“I might invite him round the next time you have your slave shift on, wouldn’t that be fun.”


“No don’t do that,” Tracey squealed, “he’ll think I’m a slave!”


“Oh I never thought of that,” Emily smiled wickedly, “that makes it an ever better idea though.”


Playing the slave game certainly had it’s attractions but pretending to be a slave in front of someone she knew was surely taking it to far, especially when it was William!


She continued to protest to Emily but she could see it wasn’t working and maybe even hardening her resolve to invite him round and eventually Emily snapped at her,


“Are you telling me who I can and can’t invite to my own house?”


Tracey had no answer to that and with her head bowed she half whispered,


“No of course not Emily,” and then defeated she added,”invite who you like.”


“Good girl,” she giggled, “don’t forget I still have the slave registration form that Jack got, all I need is your fingerprint and he can run it down the post office any time.”


“Yes mistress.” she said as submissively as possible eager not to provoke her any more.


“Good girl,” Emily giggled, “I do like it when you call me Mistress, it feels so right for both of us don’t you think?”


Tracey nodded her head in agreement, Emily might of liked being called Mistress but she liked being called a good girl. There was something so wrong and patronising about it that it sent a shiver of excitement down her spine every time Emily said it.


This little conversation was a first, it had happened in Tracey's house, up to now all their slave talk and games had happened at Emily’s and now they were discussing it openly at Tracey’s, this was starting to get out of hand and they both knew it but Tracey was powerless to stop it.


The next week drifted by in it’s usual way with nothing much happening. In truth all Tracey could concentrate on was her next visit to Emily’s and her next slave experience there. She didn’t know if she was going to invite William around this time and the idea that she might filled her with the usual feelings of dread and excitement in equal measure.


Apart from the embarrassment and shame that was sure to follow there were also practical difficulties to overcome if William did see her in her slave shift.


It was against the law for a girl to impersonate a slave with the usual penalty being ironically enslavement. Obviously if you did it at home there wasn’t much chance of being caught but as soon as you started involving other people there was a chance they would report you and then you’d be in big trouble.


William would initially no doubt be confused when he saw her dressed as a slave but he was also the kind of man that would use it against her, threatening to report her unless she did as he said for example and she could guess what he would want in return for his silence!


Despite knowing all of this and the dangers involved her fingers were still working overtime in bed every night before she went to sleep.


The morning of her fortnightly visit to Emily’s finally came round and her pussy was so hot that day she almost had a cold shower to cool it down! All she wore that day was a simple white dress with no underwear, the dress was not much longer than the slave shift and if she were catching the bus she never would of worn it but as usual a slave was driving her there.


She arrived at the usual time and as usual nowdays Emily immediately told her to take the dress off and put on the shift which she did in the hallway.


As she did so Emily leaned in and whispered to her,


“There’s somebody waiting to see you in the lounge so be on your best slave behaviour.”


Tracey’s legs wobbled on hearing this, she really had to steel herself as she walked through the lounge door, William was going to get the shock of his life.


Instead it was Tracey who got the shock, sitting there smiling up at her was not William at all but Jean the woman from next door!


For a second she almost shrieked in surprise and ran from the room but she managed to stop herself from doing that and remember her role as a slave and instead stood in front of the woman with her head bowed, a familiar stance nowdays!


“Yes she is as lovely as I remember,”the fat woman laughed,”where did you get her again?”


“To be honest Pete’s corner shop sold her to me, dirt cheap as well.” Emily laughed and Tracey could do nothing but stand there and play along.


“Oh yes somebody told me he was selling white girls now.” Jean chuckled, her eyes never leaving Tracey’s almost naked body.


“Yes he had more than he knew what to do with, apparently this one was a rich daddy's girl before he snatched her off the street.” Emily giggled.


“Oh I love it when rich bitches get their comeuppance like that,” Jean laughed,”serves them right.”


Tracey was appalled, none of this was true of course but what if it was, what had she ever done to “serve her right”, maybe girls did end up in Pete’s corner shop to be sold, Jean certainly believed the story.


“I don’t even think she’d properly registered yet.”Emily smiled.


“That’s easily sorted, they make it as easy as possible nowdays, a child could do it,”Jean grinned,”my two nephews enslaved their baby sitter the other day and you know how old they are.”


Tracey of course didn’t know how old they were but from Emily’s and Jean’s grins she assumed they were very young.


Tracey was told to make the two women tea which she did and as she served it she could feel Jean’s eyes all over her as the shift did nothing to hide her charms.


As the two women drank their tea and chatted about nothing in particular Tracey stood silently in the corner against the wall looking into the room but with her head bowed low. She was in a classic submissive pose, she knew this and she loved it.


After ten minutes of idle chit chat the moment came that she’d been dreading when Jean looked up and with an innocent smile said to Emily,


“Well you promised me some quality play time with her.” and the next thing she knew she was being led up the stairs to Emily’s bedroom.


Now as well as being inexperienced with men she was doubly inexperienced with other women, she knew that girls were expected to be bi nowdays but it had never really appealed to her.


When they were teenagers herself and Emily had messed around a bit but more out of curiosity than anything else and to be honest it had never really done much for her, yes it had been exciting at first but once that curiosity had been sated the excitement quickly wore off and that aspect of their lives had faded quickly.


She certainly didn’t feel excited as she was lead to Emily’s bed by this fat middle aged woman who was obviously expecting her to preform a service and she couldn’t exactly refuse, as far as Jean was concerned she was a slave girl bought from a corner shop, what right did she have to refuse anything.


As soon as they entered the bedroom she was told to remove her shift and soon Jean was as naked as Tracey and not a pretty sight, certainly not a sexy one!


The fat old woman laid on her back on the bed, opened her legs wide and told Tracey to get to it and so she did. Kneeling between her legs she spent the next half hour doing some serious pussy licking and hating every minute of it.


The licking she was giving Jean’s pussy seemed to be the only wash down there she’d had for ages and the rancid smell and taste were overwhelming, indeed Tracey was surprised she didn’t pass out from the smell.


She must have been doing a good job though because Jean was soon very wet and bucking about on the bed as though she was in a rodeo. She had enormous fat breasts and in spite Tracey reached up and started pinching her big rubbery nipples as hard as she could.


She meant to hurt the women but she seemed to like it and however hard Tracey pinched her nipples it was only moans of pleasure she was making and not pain.


Tracey did not enjoy licking her pussy but she had enjoyed it when the favour had been returned and their positions reversed. Jean was an enthusiastic cunt licker and she brought Tracey to more than one orgasm. She’d even returned the favour by pinching Tracey’s nipples and she now understood why Jean had been moaning in pleasure rather than pain.


When the oral sex had been completed on both sides Tracey had perhaps rather naively assumed that their session in the bedroom was over but Jean obviously had other ideas. Tracey was still laying on her back and Jean had deftly spun her around so that her bottom was now uppermost and as Tracey laid there wondering what the older woman had in mind her world suddenly exploded into blinding pain!


Unbeknown to Tracey Jean had picked up a riding crop from beside the bed and was now whipping her upturned bottom with it as hard as she could.


Tracey knew that a proper slave would just grit her teeth and take it but she wasn’t a proper slave and the pain was too intense for her so she screamed and bucked under the woman as each blow of the crop landed on her delicate skin.


She had never felt pain like it but there was no escape, Jean was sat astride her legs and was twice Tracey’s size and immovable and laughing manically as she reined blow after blow down on Tracey’s defenceless bottom.


By the time she finally stopped and ran out of energy Tracey was sure her backside was beaten black and blue, literally.


Jean got off her seemingly satisfied with her work and she got dressed and without a word went back downstairs leaving Tracey to sob into the pillow. Emily came up ten minutes later but instead of showing sympathy to her friend she laughed cruelly,


“You wanted to play at being a slave so what did you expect!”


Tracey couldn’t remember agreeing to playing a slave in the first place, Emily had thrown the slave shift to her and that was it, no discussion at all, okay she could of refused to put it on in the first place and right now she wished she had but they’d never really agreed anything, certainly no parameters and even if they had Emily would keep on breaking them anyway.


Gingerly standing up Tracey put the shift back on to cover her nakedness and as she did so and still with tears in her eyes the door suddenly opened and in walked Jean.


Tracey instinctively shrank back fearing more physical damage but Jean hardly seemed to notice her and instead looked straight at Emily,


“Right I’m off, thanks for all the fun,” she smiled as if she’d just had afternoon tea and sandwiches, “oh and don’t forget to get her registered soon, as I say it’s dead easy and it will save a lot of confusion in the future, Pete can’t keep selling unregistered white girls for much longer so get her signed up and all legal.”


and with that she was gone and Tracey hoped she’d never see the horrible woman again!


She went home that day with a very sore bottom and even more worrying thoughts going through her head. Emily had been totally unsympathetic to the pain and the embarrassment of what she’d gone through with Jean, the physical pain and the mental pain of what she’d had to do to that woman. Yes she’d enjoyed the licking she’d received herself but she’d gained no enjoyment at all when she’d licked Jean, quite the opposite in fact.


To cap it all Jean now thought she was a real slave as well and all the ramifications that could bring and if Emily soon included William in their little game where would it stop, for a start William knew her father!


She wasn’t too disappointed that it would be another two weeks before she would visit Emily’s house, this was getting too real and she wasn’t ready to give up her life or wealth and pampering just yet.


It took a few days for her bottom to fully heal anyway and the marks to fade, she had a hard time hiding the tell tale signs from her father as well, during her teenage years he had regularly spanked her and he knew all the signs of a well spanked bottom!


It was during this time that her fathers annual office party took place. It was just a party held in the back room of a local pub for up to a hundred of her fathers employees, no partners allowed.


As her fathers daughter she was more or less obligated to go, he never took her mother to them and the reason for that was fairly simple, they tended to be quite wild and raucous affairs!


Her fathers employees tended to be eighty percent female, young and attractive females at that although nowhere near Tracey’s class or breeding of course, indeed they were usually the commonest of the common, her father obviously only employing them for their looks.


Because there were so many of them compared to the male employees though the men always had a good time at these parties often calling them a pussy fest as the girls were usually free and easy with their pussies especially after they’d had a drink or two.


Last year her father had shocked her by admitting that he added a drug to the punch which made the girls even freer and easier, apparently it only affected girls and it increased their libido's by an enormous amount leaving them as sex crazed animals eager to fuck anybody and carry out every depraved act they were told to.


The drug wore off after a few hours leaving the girls groggy but with no memory of what they’d been up to, they just thought they’d been particularly drunk and now had a bad hangover to show for it.


Her father had shown no shame when he’d told her and seemed most amused by it,


“They’re all sluts anyway and this just helps them to be even more slutty.” he’d laughed.


He had also jovially told her that his lab boys were currently working on a way to extend the time the drug worked so that instead of the current four or five hours it might be ten or more.


“I want them to make it last a week or even longer, wouldn’t that be great?” he’d laughed loudly and she’d joined in with him feeling that she had to although inside she was conflicted, these were free girls he was drugging, okay slutty common girls but they were still free and her father had no compassion for them at all, they were just pussies on sticks as far as he was concerned.


“Just make sure if someone offers you some punch you decline or else you’ll be like them.” he’d grinned as he left her, still treating it all as a joke.


That was one reason she didn't want to go, the other was the fact that William would be there, the last time he’d seen her she’d been stark naked and on her way to the pen, how embarrassing was it going to be seeing him again!


She tried a few excuses on her father but unfortunately none of them worked and so the day before the party she found herself shopping for a new dress with Emily.


Emily always liked accompanying Tracey on her shopping trips, Tracey had a budget of a thousand pounds for a new dress, an obscene amount to Emily who thought that spending fifty pounds on a dress was extravagant.


For her part Tracey enjoyed Emily being with her, bouncing ideas off her and getting her opinions on anything she tried on.


So that Friday morning they had hit the shopping mall with money to spend and that always excited Tracey. The mall was quiet quiet and they wandered around the shops passing several slave shops that actually had naked slave girls in the window for everyone to see.


They were pretty black girls with big breasts but the poster in the window proudly exclaimed that they were now also selling white pussy and that a large stock was available to chose from inside. Tracey did wonder how large a stock of white pussy it could be, after all it wasn’t a huge shop, but the poster did promise a wide selection, it even promised that they now paid top rate for any new white girls brought into them.


They eventually ended up in a shop called Pretty Pussy that Tracey had heard of but never been in as it was mainly for younger girls, teens and early twenties. It also catered for the cheaper and trashier end of the market and certainly not the kind of place you would spend a thousand pounds on a dress in, not being cruel but it was the kind of shop that Emily would buy her clothes at.


After five minutes all of Tracey suspicions were confirmed when she’d seen that all the dresses on display were cheap and tacky, made of the thinnest material and not an ounce of class in them, indeed a lot of them were not much better than flashier versions of a slave shift designed to show off as much of the wearer as possible.

Needless to say Emily loved them and after much persuasion she managed to get Tracey to agree to try one on for her.


Once inside the cubicle Tracey discovered that the silver dress wasn’t designed to be worn with a bra and reluctantly took hers off, luckily she’d worn a tiny thong that day and was now glad she had done so. The dress was very tight and she had to put it over her head and slowly pull it down over her body being careful not to rip it, the material was so thin.


Once it was finally all the way down and smoothed out she looked at herself in the cubicle mirror and gasped, the dress was literally only an inch longer than the slave shift on her and that didn’t cover everything anyway.


If she wore this dress to the party she’d be flashing her panties every time she sat down! The top half was even worse, it seemed to push her already big boobs together to create a vast expanse of cleavage that was threatening to spill out of the low cut dress at any second, she realised as she looked at herself in the mirror that she could even see the tops of her nipples.


She had to admit it made her look hot as hell but there was no way she could wear it to the party although she knew there would be girls there in similar dresses to be sure, what would her father say though.


She was about to start the struggle to take it off when she heard Emily from outside the cubicle calling her and demanding to see the dress on her so reluctantly Tracey pulled back the cubicle curtain and stepped outside into the shop, she knew she had no choice but to show her the dress.


To her surprise and dismay Emily wasn’t close by the cubicle she was twenty feet away and slowly walking even further away pretending to browse more dresses on rails. Tracey had hoped to not have to leave the cubicle with the dress on but she had no choice now so taking a deep breath she stepped out and walked over to where Emily was, leaving her clothes and even her purse in the cubicle hoping they’d be safe.


She felt totally exposed out on the shop floor, Emily was so far from the cubicle that anyone would seeing Tracey now would assume that she’d arrived in the shop wearing the dress and wasn’t just trying it on, luckily it was a shop selling young women's fashion so the people in the shop were mostly young women with the occasional bored looking dad, boyfriend, brother etc. wandering around with them.


Emily of course loved the dress and made Tracey do several twirls for her so that she could see it from all angles and then she shocked her by suddenly kneeling down beside her and quickly sliding her hands up Tracey’s legs under her dress and grabbing the waistband of her thong she pulled it down to her ankles and help her step out of it.


“Emily!” she shrieked.


“You could see the outline of it through the dress,” she giggled,”there it looks better now.”


Tracey doubted that you could of seen it, it was only a tiny thong and anyway she didn’t really care if you could, she certainly wasn’t going to buy the dress but she saw Emily put the thong casually into her bag and she knew that it was lost to her now.


She did a few more twirls for Emily feeling even more exposed now, the few men that were in the shop had noticed her by now and were giving her sly lustful looks, well at least she knew the dress was working on that level!


They were now thirty feet from the cubicle and it was barely even in sight and Tracey was itching to get back to it’s relative safety but there was no way Emily was going to let her off the hook that easily she knew.


Suddenly a sales assistant approached them and asked if they needed any assistance, Tracey certainly did, to get this horrible slutty dress off and her own stuff back on but before she could answer the girl Emily was happily talking to her.


The girl was a pretty little thing barely out of school and was obviously keen to sell the dress and was doing her best to point out it’s attributes. Her and Emily were doing all the talking while Tracey stood there like a submissive dumb clothes horse.


“She is an attractive one, did you buy her recently?” the sales girl asked looking Tracey up and down and she realised that the girl must of thought she was Emily’s slave!


Immediately therefore instead of speaking up and telling her the truth she stayed quiet, bowed her head and retreated into her slave fantasies again.


“Yes very recently, got her cheap from a corner shop.” Emily winked consiprationally.


“Lot’s of corner shops sell them now,” the sales girl giggled, “especially white ones, more the merrier I say, serves the little sluts right.” she laughed.


Both Emily and the sales girl continued to laugh and joke for a minute while Tracey stood there silently looking at the floor. The fact that the shop girl was so young was making the whole experience even more embarrassing and humiliating that usual, and more exciting!


“We do a branding service now you know?” the girl suddenly said immediately catching Tracey’s attention, Emily’s too it seemed.


“Not like an old branding iron heated up in a fire,”the girl giggled,”we’ve got a laser gun and you can design your own brand for the girl, it’s very neat.”


To Tracey’s dismay Emily seemed very interested and started asking the girl all kinds of questions about it, each answer met with a little squeal of delight.


“It’s very quick and cheap and it marks her as your property permanently.” the shop girl laughed knowing that she was close to sealing the deal.


“Where do you brand her?” Emily asked excitedly.


“On the rump, don’t worry though it’s just like a tattoo really, you can have it as big or small as you like.” she giggled and as she did so she pulled the hem of Tracey’s dress up to reveal her fully naked bottom which drew a fresh giggle.


“She’s got a lovely bum.” she smiled and as if to prove her point she slapped it hard.


“Do you brand many girls?” Emily asked.

“More and more nowdays, it works better on white girls behinds, you can see it better, but luckily there’s more and more white girls available to brand now.” she laughed and Emily joined in with her.


Up till now Tracey had just been standing there submissively not saying a word just like a good slave girl should but she certainly didn’t like the way this was going, she didn’t wanted to carry Emily’s brand on her bum for the rest of her life!


“Emily.” she said, she meant to remind her that this was only a game the two of them played, a fun game admittedly but not one to leave permanent marks. She never got that far though because as soon as she’d uttered Emily’s name Emily snapped round and slapped her hard across the face.


“Impertinent slave, you only speak when your spoken to, you should know that you stupid slut, and it’s not Emily it’s mistress.” she hissed angrily.


Tracey was so shocked by the slap and how hard it was she just mumbled,


“Yes mistress.” trying to hold back the tears.


“Sorry about that, as you can see she’s not fully trained yet.” Emily apologised to the shop girl who immediately giggled,


“That’s okay, we can devoice her for you as well.”


“Oh really?” replied Emily fully interested again.


“Yes, some people don’t like it, they like to hear them scream when they’re hurt and stuff like that,” she shrugged, “but others like it, we cut the vocal chords so that they’ll never make another sound again, not even a whimper.”


“That sounds great, she couldn’t answer back then.” Emily laughed.


“Yes we devoice all the slaves we sell as routine.” the shop girl replied.


“Oh you sell slaves as well?” Emily asked.


“Doesn't everyone nowdays?” the girl replied,”we’ve got dozens downstairs ready to buy, the white girls have overtaken the blacks in number and popularity now, dirt cheap too.” she laughed.


“Where do you get them from?” Emily asked seemingly fascinated.


“Same place your corner shop gets it’s pussy,” she giggled,” there’s plenty of it out there, we’ve even had white girls hand themselves over to us to be sold, a lot of girls have slavery fantasies,” she winked at Emily, “if stock gets low we approach the local college and they’re always happy to give us a load of girls to sell, the principal of the college doesn't mind at all.”


Tracey was appalled, she could emphasise with the girls handing themselves over, after all she was in the middle of a slave fantasy right now, but unsuspecting college girls was surely illegal, a point Emily picked up on too and asked about.


“It’s pussy,” the shop girl laughed,” the police aren’t going to waste their time over it and anyway none of them ever complain, they don’t get the chance to!”

Tracey was still shocked but she knew that the girl was probably right, the police didn’t waste their time on female problems nowdays and as a result some terrible crimes occurred with no consequences for the perpetrator at all.


There was a case in the news recently where a gang of young black boys had forced their way into a white woman's house while her husband was at work. She was around thirty but still very attractive with a great body, the boys had spent three hours raping and torturing her and basically doing what they wanted to her.


At one stage the woman’s male neighbour had come round to see what all the noise was and he’d ended up staying and happily joining in with the fun. Eventually the woman was killed and left laying on the kitchen table with a bottle of wine pushed deep into her pussy.


At first the police paid little attention to the case, just making vague statements about doing all they could to catch the killers etc. but with no real work being done to do that. Then a video started circulating on social media showing the whole attack, apparently the boys had filmed it all on their phones and were now passing the video around for others enjoyment.


The police decided they had to act so they arrested five boys ranging from thirteen years old to nineteen and brought them to court. The court case was a farce though with the judge making it plain from the start they he was never going to convict the boys and the people in the court were shown the whole video of the attack filmed from several different angles in graphic detail during which most of them laughed and joked treating it all as amusing entertainment.


At one stage the neighbour, who wasn’t even arrested, was seen happily bring his dog into the house with the sole intention of letting him mount the poor woman, which he did drawing much laughter from the court as they watched it all on video.


The boys had no real defence and certainly showed no remorse for their actions or even tried to deny it, what was the point it was all on film anyway. The judge though in his summing up dismissed the case against them, excusing their actions by saying that they were just boys having fun and he wasn’t going to punish them for that.


“You leave the court as free as you entered and in my eyes you should never of been brought before me in the first instance and if you should ever get caught up in something like this again in the future I certainly don’t expect to see you up before me again wasting my time.”


So he basically gave them carte Blanche to do it again. As the people started leaving the court with much laughter and high fiving amongst the boys and their families one of the court officials was shouting out that full unedited copies of the boys videos were available free of charge for you own personal viewing entertainment!


The case had been a bit of an eye opener to Tracey and showed her how life was now for ordinary people outside her gilded cage, so when the shop girl had said that the police weren’t interested in the white girls for sale downstairs she knew she meant it.


Emily though seemed very interested in the package being put together for her and Tracey dare not risk another outburst which would only prove the point for the need to devoice her etc. So she stood silently as other shoppers milled around them looking at all the cheap and tacky clothes for sale on the rails.


“She doesn't need to be wearing this dress for starters.” the girl suddenly said and bent down and started pulling the hem of the dress up Tracey’s body.


Again Tracey nearly squealed but she managed to stop herself and instead instinctively raised both her arms above her head to help the shop girl pull the dress off her. She had a little trouble pulling it up and over Tracey’s large breasts but she eventually managed it and pull it off her completely leaving Tracey standing in the middle of the shop stark naked!


Now she’d been naked a few times recently in Emily’s presence but never in a totally public place like a shop and it was freaking her out big time. It was still the case that most of the other shoppers were teenage girls or girls in their early twenties and in truth they weren’t paying a lot of attention to the naked girl in their midst but the few men with them certainly were and Tracey noticed lots of double takes as they walked past her.


She had never felt so exposed in all her life and she looked at Emily for help or reassurance but all she saw was an amused look, Emily was loving this!


“Well you certainly bought well, she is a lovely one.” the girl laughed at the same time running her hands up Tracey’s nude body stopping at her breasts and giving them a good squeeze.
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