HEARTLAND (REVISED) CHAPTER FIVE
This is a minimal change of A Heartland Slave Grading: Chapter Four, Parts One and Two
CHAPTER FIVE
Like to thank Orflash64 for the idea of the clitoral piercing
A year later (2013) Amy was sitting on her friend’s car, which broken down on the side of the highway. Ashley Stanton was a rich girl, and one time enemy of Amy, but they had become friends. They were sitting around waiting for someone to come by and help them as cell reception here was spotty. Ashley was a beautiful blond, and the definition of spoiled rich kid. In fact, her licence plate was HOT ASH. They had been travelling from Red Deer, where Ashley had wanted to check out a new horse, they had been travelling south to Calgary then would have continued south to home. However they were now stuck between Red Deer and Calgary.
A cargo truck stopped and the two men came out. They looked over the broken car and said it will have to be towed. Amy asked if they could catch a ride, but were told there was no room in front, that they would have to go in back. The girls were in for a surprise when the rear door was opened, and was surprised to see slaves in cages.
Amy’s heart dropped, she didn’t need this in her life again. “Maybe we should wait for someone else.”
“Why they’re just stupid slaves.” Responded Ashley.
Amy turned to the drivers, “What are the rules here? Are we even allowed to travel back there? We don’t want to get confused with the slaves.”
The senior driver, named Ed, replied, “Well ya it’s OK for you to ride in there, but we’ll have to be some precautions. The rules say you have to listed with the cargo as non-sale cargo; but we don’t have plastic collars to differentiate you from the slaves, just have regular slave collars but we know what you are since you’re not in cages.” Then he told his partner to get the manifest, two slave collars, and the chip reader. “First, we’ll get your slave number, and enter it into the manifest. Then collar you.”
Amy told Ashley, “I don’t think this is a good idea.”
“Come on, it’ll be fun.”
Amy asked the drivers. “Where are you headed?”
“HCI store in Calgary, let you off there and maybe we’ll see you on the auction block.”
“Actually, I have some business with HCI to clear up, so maybe this is time to deal with it.”
The other driver, Sam, returned. “OK, here are your collars, forgot to tell you you’ll also have a paper tag on your collar with your info.” He slipped a small ring on the tag then attached it on the collars D ring. After that he placed the collar on their necks and locked them securely.
Ashley climbed into the back of the truck first. The driver let out one last directive, “Your also supposed to be naked, but you can undress after I close the door.” At which the door was rolled down and locked.
Ashley was uninterested in undressing, but then Amy started getting undressed, “Come on, you scared?”
Then some of the slave called out, Ya, you too good to be like us?” “Cluck, cluck, cluck.” “Let’s see that free girl slave naked and ready for auction.” Ashley gave in and slowly undressed, and both put their clothes in some plastic bags they found in a box. They found a box to sit on in the back, and Ashley kept her arms crossed in front of her.
Ashley looked beside her and saw a tangle of collars and chains, “What’s this thing?”
“It’s called a coffle, its chains a group of slaves together.” Answered Amy.
“How you know that.”
“I was in a slave store and saw them used.”
“You were in a slave store, were you naked.”
“Yes, I had to go through the slave pens, you have to be naked.”
“Wow, how did you feel?”
“It was strange to say the least.” Amy wasn’t about to confess her experiences being a slave, though it was short term. Amy wasn’t sure how to act, she didn’t want to look like she was comfortable with her situation.
One of the slaves called out, “You should be going to the auction block along with us, but you’re just chicken.” Amy ignored her. “Why don’t you get up on that box and show yourself off and we’ll bid on you.”
“You can’t buy me, you’re a slave.” Responded Ashley.
“I’ll bid on behalf of my master then.”
An older slave called out, “You can’t do that either so fuck off.” Then she addressed the free woman, “OK blondies, get on the auction block, bet you don’t have the courage to be real slaves.”
Ashley stood up on the box and called out, “I have more to offer that any of you, I got Prime Rating.” And she pulled the box forward and starting going through slave positions. In response the slaves started making bids, but only very small ones, $1, $2, $2.50 and so forth as a way to embarrass her.
When Ashley got down, angry and embarrassed, the older black slave called out, “Hey, how about you, other blondie, I bet you’d go for a lot.”
“No thank you,” Remembering her encounters with being on an auction block with mixed feelings. “I haven’t been graded or anything, I’m just chipped.”
“Who cares, show your slave value.” So, Amy got on the box, and used a few moves like turning around, and bending over. The slaves called out, “Ya, I’d bid $10.” While others said $15, $20 and so forth.
The black slave called out “$100” and the other slaves called out, “Oh” and “Wow”.
“What does it matter, you don’t have money to buy us, you can’t own us.” Retorted Ashley.
“It doesn’t matter, that nice blondie is mine.”
Another slave called out, “Maybe we should auction them together.”
“Hey little girls, get on the auction block and make out.”
Ashley jumped up on the box and gave Amy a big wet kiss. “Let show them what they are missing.” And pulled Amy close. Ashley was the assertive one but Amy soon caught up. The slaves started calling out directions and soon each were grabbing each other’s butt cheeks, caressing of breasts and meeting of tongues. Soon they were licking each other nipples and fingers explored their inner sanctums. All to the vocal demands of the slaves. Soon both were quivering and moaning to mutual orgasms and hearing the slaves cat calling at them “Slave hot” and “Ready for auction.”
They then sat in the back of the truck resting when Ashley started looking at an empty cage, and poked her head inside. “Don’t get any bad ideas Ashley.” Amy got up and observed that the full cages had a padlock on it. “Make sure it doesn’t lock when its closed.” Ashley opened and closed the door, all it had was a latch. Ashley crawled in to the encouragement of the slaves. They hit a bump in the road and the door closed with a click.
Ashley tried to open the latch but couldn’t reach it. “Amy help, I’m locked in!” Amy sauntered over and opened the cage and Ashley crawled out as quickly as possible. Ashley sat down shaking and Amy held her to calm her.
The slaves started taunting them, “Can’t stand a few second in a cage, your pathetic.” “Let me out and you’d be my slave.” “Stupid little girls can’t take easy slavery.”
Amy walked over to the loudest abusers, who was a good looking and curvy, a dark-skinned black woman with straight hair, “Look I’m sorry you ended up like this, but don’t take it out on us.”
“What do you know, I was a nice middle-class woman with a husband and kids. But blew it all gambling and now being sold to pay my debts.” Taunted the slave, who Amy eventually found out was named Rachel.
Ashley came up, “Well if you’re that stupid to do that you deserve this.”
“Ashley, don’t do that, they’re already being punished, no use making it worse. Besides were stuck in here with them so maybe try not to provoke them.”
“Oh, nice girl, you’re not going to help us so shut up. And your friend couldn’t spend the time till we get to the city in the cage.”
“Ya, well, we will see, I’ll do it and won’t chicken out or complain.” retorted Ashley and stated getting inside the cage again. Amy was going to try to dissuade her but realized it was no use. Amy spent the next half hour sitting down, making small talk with Ashley or even the slaves. She could see Ashley shift around trying to get comfortable, but refusing to complain.
Finally, they could feel the truck slow down. “It’s too soon, we can’t be in Calgary yet. OK, you better come out of their now Ashley.” A look of relief came over her face and Amy opened the latch. Crawling out Ashley stretched out, but neither of them had had a chance to get dressed again when the door opened. Ashley tried to hide herself but Amy, now unconcerned about nudity, walked up to them and asked, “Why have we stopped, were still at least an hour from Calgary?”
Sam, the junior driver replied, “Rest stop, for us and the slaves, we’ll be taking them out of their cages and taking them to the restrooms. You too actually, since your listed as cargo you’ll have to be locked naked in a coffle with the slaves.”
Ashley cried out, “What, you can’t make me do that!”
Amy didn’t like the idea either, but cautioned Ashley to obey, “We need these guys to keep us safe, so we’d better do what they say.”
The two free girls were led out first and locked into the coffle’s collars, with Ashley at the end. Rachel, the black woman, asked to be let out first, and was locked right beside Amy. While the drivers were otherwise occupied with another slave, Rachel went up to Amy and grabbed pulled her close and kissed her, “Your mine nice blondie.” Amy would try to push away but the other woman was stronger. They were pulled apart by the drivers both were hit with the whip.
Amy complained she was the victim but the older driver Ed retorted, “Right now you’re a slave so you get punished like one.” As soon as the drivers got busy with another slave, Rachel would go back to molesting Amy, this time by shoving her hand in her pussy and forcing pleasure on the new slave. They were jolted out of their lesbian rape with a hard wack on their backs from a whip.” I told you two to cut it out.”
“Leave us alone, I bought her in a slave-on-slave auction.”
“Oh, you bought her now, well carry on then.”
“Now come here my slave.” And pushed her tongue into Amy mouth and shoving her hand into Amy pleasure box. Ashley had tried to get the woman to stop but was slapped back hard and got threats from the other slaves. Amy felt something push against her pussy lips, she looked down and saw a large penis! “Now you see what you’re going to get, I’m a complete hermaphrodite, a seven-inch cock with balls and a fully functioning pussy.” She pushed Amy down and she could now see that instead of a clitoris, Rachel had a penis and ball sack, and below that was her vagina. Rachel held onto Amy’s head and shoved her flaccid cock into the girl’s mouth, the black slave had just started pumping her cock in the white girl’s mouth when they were dragged forward with the now moving coffle of slaves.
They got to the large female bathrooms, as they didn’t have sandboxes for slaves. They had waited till no free women needed the bathroom before letting the slaves used it. The chains were long enough so that the line up was one on the privy, one waiting, then one on the lavatory, then one waiting, and so forth. The had to wait till all three of the slaves were done before the line could move forward. Amy and Ashley had to go but were embarrassed that they had to in front of the slaves and drivers; as the doors to the stall were not allowed to be closed.
They were brought outside and stood up against a building. Ed then went to the slave he preferred and the slave instantly knelt and began sucking him, when he was hard, she turned around and put her hands up high against the wall and spread her legs, he then came up behind her and slammed into her pussy, pumping hard and rapidly. When he came she knelt again and cleaned him off. This happened again as Sam took his pick of the slaves. Amy had noticed there was a crowd of men had assembled and seemed to be waiting. She realized they were waiting to use the slaves, maybe even her and Ashley.
When Sam had finished, Ed addressed the crowd, “OK, most of you know what comes next. I have tickets for you to buy, its one ticket one hole. However, those two girls at the end.” Pointing to Amy and Ashley, “Aren’t for sale or use, unless they want to.”
The men formed a line along the fence and bought whatever tickets they wanted. As each went and used the slave they picked, he deposited the ticket in her collar. Amy and Ashley looked at the slaves being used and could not help but get excited. One after another the men came and in front of a couple of the slaves a line formed. When the last of the men had bought his tickets, the Ed left to deal with paying for the truck stops services. Soon after a mechanic in greasy overalls went up to the other driver and talked to him, then Sam left and now the slaves were left alone.
Rachel then called to the several men who had arrived later and said, “Hey there are a couple of free girls waiting to be taught to be slaves right here, come and use them.” Amy and Ashley called out in shock but the slave coffle bunched up allowing Rachel and another slave to hold the free girls and push them down. The men came up and pushed their semi-soft cocks in the girl’s mouths and started thrusting back and forth into the girls unwilling mouths. Some of them would cum in the semi-slaves’ mouths filling them with cum they had to swallow. Others preferred to squirt on their breasts or faces. By the third man the other slaves didn’t have to hold the girls anymore as they actively gave the men blowjobs, partly to make them come faster, but also, because they were succumbing to slave feelings. Soon the free girls were on there feet and taking the position against the building. The men started using their cunts one after another. Even though this wasn’t voluntary, a couple of times the girls came with screams of pleasure. Amy noticed that Ashley was really becoming a slave slut with calls to “fuck me hard” and “Yes” coming from her.
Ed showed back up and cried out, “What’s going on here?”
Rachel spoke up, “Well the other driver left so the guys took proper advantage.”
The last two guys finished quickly and slicked away as this was going on. Ed demanded, “Who’s responsible for this?”
Both girls were now unsteady and covered with as much cum as the other slaves. They had each giving at least a half dozen blowjobs and nearly as many pussy fucks. Amy spoke up before Ashley decided to say something rash. “With both of you gone, there was no one to say we weren’t slaves so the men just used us. We couldn’t fight them, as far as they were concerned, we were slaves.”
“Well maybe you are now after this. Not my decision though. Maybe you can’t go back to being free.” Ed informed them. The junior driver Sam returned, “Where were you?”
“The mechanic told me the truck needed a new radiator hose and a new oil filter. I went to check out the damage and he was right.”
“OK, but the free girls got fucked like the slaves, but maybe if they’re enslaved it won’t be a problem for us.”
Amy interjected, “Look it just happened, we didn’t like it but it couldn’t be helped.”
“Looked to me like you were enjoying it, especially the rich bitch on the end.” Taunted Rachel.
“Well, I don’t care right now, you’re all a mess so off to the showers.” And the slaves were marched to the showers. The senior driver cut off the tags off the free girls’ collars, to protect them from the water. The slave girls entered the showers, the water was warm, the soap and shampoo were basic, but it got the accumulation of male spunk off their bodies and hair. Rachel made Amy wash her back, then returned the favor, holding her close and making her cock push between Amy’s butt cheeks.
Then Rachel grabbed Ashley, “I’ve always wanted to fuck a rich bitch.” And pushed Ashley down to suck her cock hard. Ashley was more enthusiastic that Amy expected and when the cock was hard the black slave girl pulled up Ashley and lowered her onto her hard cock. Ashley wrapped her legs around Rachel, who sucked the white girls’ breasts as she bobbed up and down on the large black cock. Rachel was also squeezing and rolling Ashley’s clit with her right hand bring her to a frenzy of pleasure, making her cum with screams of ecstasy. Then having held back, Rachel squirted her cum in the rich girl.
After the shower the slaves were brought out and marched back to the truck. To their relief, the Senior Driver, Ed, reattached the tags to Amy and Ashley. Two by two the slaves were put back in their cages, when the free girls were released from the coffle, Ed suggested, “So after that performance back at the slave fuck, should I put you in cages as well?” The girls were dumbstruck, they knew what they had done, but told themselves they had been forced to do it. They pleaded with him not to enslave them, Ashley again threatened that her family was rich, but then Amy made sure she didn’t say too much. “Well, it was just a thought. You looked like you had accepted slavery already, and maybe you have but won’t admit it. I’d like to give you a push but we’re running late so maybe another time.”
Once inside the truck, the girls went over in their minds what had happened. Ashley wondered if she had been tainted with slavery, Amy knew she already had. When they arrived would they be enslaved, should they just let it happen? They could feel their slave feelings making them want to become slaves.
Ashley diverted her slave feelings into anger and walked up to Rachel’s cage, “You did this to us, you got the men to rape us.”
“You can’t rape a slave, and you showed yourself to be one back there.”
“We didn’t have a choice and you know that, if we fought back, they’d have beat us.”
Ashley went right up to the black girl’s cage, then Rachel reached out and grabbed the almost slave girls’ breast, playing with the nipple. “You like that don’t you slave.” Then another hand reached into Ashley’s pussy, with four fingers in and the thumb playing with the clit. Ashley moaned in euphoria, Rachel grabbed the ring on the free girl’s collar and pulled her face right against the cage. She pushed her tongue into Ashley’s mouth and the white girl responded in kind and their tongues played together.
In a few minutes the young woman convulsed in orgasm and fell to the floor on her back as her legs gave out. After a few minutes she rolled over and crawled back to the box where Amy had been sitting and had found herself unwillingly masturbating to the scene and coming to a much softer orgasm.
It was still over a half hour till Calgary and to take their mind off their bodies, which were in a state of constant slave arousal, they started talking about recent news stories. After a few minutes Amy noticed that Ashley’s tag was ripped off. Only about a third was left and all it had was her first name. They tried looking for it but then they heard a cackle from the loud slave.
“Looking for something?” said their antagonist.
“Ashley went over furious, “If you have it give it back now!”
“Oh, I have it, but you’re not getting it, its being digested in my stomach.” And she laughed.
Amy comforted her friend, “Don’t worry, it takes a lot more than that to end up a slave. We’ll have to get this sorted out with them when we get there.” Then, after a bit, when the truck backed up and stopped, Amy told Ashley, “No use getting dressed, we have to go through the slave pens and you have to be naked to do that.”
When the truck door opened, the two girls were in front waiting for them. “One of your damn slaves tore my tag and I want her punished.”
“Well, this is very serious, show me which one.” And when she did, he used his cell to inform management, “We have a punishment for 603, and a lost non-sale cargo tag.” They talked back and forth and finally he walked up Ashley and said, “OK, I have to secure you” and he grabbed her arm and cuffed it, then turned her around and cuffed the other.
“Stop it, you can’t do this to me. I’ll sue you for everything you have, my family’s rich.” The terrified girl yelled out.
“Now quit your bellyaching and come quietly.” But Ashley refused to stop, even When Amy tried to calm her down. “Now stop or I’ll quiet you myself.” But the yelling continued until de-voicing spray was applied. Ashley was dragged away to the heckles of slaves.
When Ashley was locked in a slave pen, Amy asked the driver what was going on. “Well losing the tag isn’t something that usually happens so the manager has to call her boss and find out what to do. Its obvious of course but they can’t think for themselves.”
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HEARTLAND (REVISED) CHAPTER FIVE
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Amy took Ashley’s bag as she went to the main retail area and to the customer service area. She was still naked and collared but ignored that and inquired, “Hi I’m Amy Fleming, I’d like to know what’s going on with my friend Ashley, we were picked up by your slave transport truck and her tag was torn.”
The clerk looked at the monitor, “Well you were both just brought in, so there is nothing on here. The manager is probably just telephoning the District Manager for guidance. Of course, they always look to enslave in iffy cases as the easy fix.” Then he looked at her, “So are you here to enslave yourself, you look ready to.”
Amy remembered she was still naked and collared, “I’m going back to see my friend so there is no use getting dressed just to get undressed again. I also have a problem; your store has been causing a ‘Hold’ error when I’m scanned sometimes. I was told I would have to come into the store to get it fixed.” Amy had forgotten to ask to have her collar removed.
After scanning her chip, the clerk called the manager over and explained the problem, “I’m so glad to see you again, I had hoped it would be sooner.” Mrs. Gill, the manager, gave her a big kiss, which Amy returned. Amy then repeated her request. Mrs. Gill looked over her computer pad and stated, “OK we can have that fixed and have you on the auction block by later this afternoon.”
“Look, I’m not interested in being a slave, I just want your store to fix the error and so I can get on with my life.”
“Well enslavement is the fix we were thinking of. And I see your shaving yourself completely like a slave”
“I just started doing to make it easier to clean.” Replied Amy defensively.
“You know that not true, you’re becoming a slave, you want it.” Then she checked Amy’s wetness, “your all slave wet, aren’t you?” And the curvy manger snipped off the tag from the collar. “And now your ready for your auction.”
“Please, that is not the fix I was told about and as I said I do not want to be a slave. Now please fix your computer problem.” At that the manager got on her phone and started asking about options from the Regional Office.
When the manager got off the phone, Amy first asked, “I also want to know about my friend Ashley, she was locked up because her guest tag was torn.”
“Well, we are going to take you both before a magistrate to clear up your status. The company will be advocating for a full enslavement. However, that may not be for a couple of days.” Amy was not as shocked or as upset either as she would have been just a couple of years ago. But she insisted on being able to use her phone to get in touch with her family. She called her sister Lou, who having the business experience would help Amy dealing with the company and the law. Amy knew if she called her dad or her grandfather, they were likely to come down here with weapons drawn. She was able to get her sister and explain the situation, it was getting late and Lou would not be able to get the HCI before it closed, so they would have to wait for tomorrow. After the phone call, Amy turned over her and Ashley’s clothes and their other effects to be locked up, then she was taken to the slave pens. When she got there, she found she was placed in the same pen as Rachel, the black hermaphrodite.
“Mmmm Blondie, I’ve been waiting for you.” And greeted Amy with a slap on the ass. “My back is sore from my punishment and I had to pay a lot of fucks to have you brought to me.” Her cock was rising to greet her as well. “I know you want it.” And pushed Amy to her knees. Amy knew what was expected, and for some reason wasn’t repelled. So, she started licking the cock till it was fully erect, but she did more, she pushed four fingers into the pussy that was hidden by the testicles. Rachel shivered in ecstasy as no one had pleasured both sex organs before. Amy’s tongue swirled around the cock as it slowly entered her mouth. Her right hand was pumping the pussy and the cock filled her mouth and pushed down her throat. Holding her breath as long as possible she finally pushed away opening her airway. Back and forth her head moved, deepthroating the seven-inch uncut cock. Amy felt a shiver when she found the slaves g-spot and soon the black woman was screaming and shaking in rapture and filling the white slave girls’ mouth with her ejaculate.
“Fuck I have not had a decent orgasm in years, I definitely want to keep you.” Amy wasn’t sure if this black slave could make that happen, and wasn’t sure if she thought the idea distasteful. The two girls laid on the bunk spooning, with Amy on the inside. When Rachel fell asleep Amy got up and looked who were her neighbors. She discovered her friend Ashley was across the aisle.
“Hey Ashley, its me Amy, are you OK?”
“I’m fine, its crazy but I’m having the time of my life. I was terrified, but once I let go of my fear of slavery, I enjoyed it.”
“Are you telling me you’d be OK with being a slave?”
“Aren’t we slaves already, after all that? We don’t have a choice anymore. Might as well just enjoy it.”
“I can’t believe your just going to give up and let yourself be enslaved. You’re not even going to fight it?”
“It’s a done deal, you know that.”
“Its not for me, and I’m going to fight for you too.”
Amy was downcast, the black girl snuggled up beside her. “Don’t get upset sugar, I’m trying to get us sold together so we won’t be parted.” Amy put her hand on the other slave’s hand that was caressing Amy’s right shoulder, but said nothing. Amy wanted someone to comfort her and this curvy sexy black slave was a tempting person to fulfill that role. In fact, she was the only one as they were locked in the pen together.
Rachel stared caressing Amy’s breasts and it felt so good. Rachel told Amy, “You have to let go of your past. You’re a slave now and you have let your sexual self be completely uninhibited because pleasure is your purpose in life now.” As she spoke the black slave’s hands explored the new slave’s body with her hands. They shared a deep wet kiss as their tongues explored each other. Rachel stood up and presented her semi-erect cock for Amy’s attention. Amy hungrily took it in her mouth again and pushed in all the way in and down her throat. She started bobbing her head backwards and forwards so the cock pumped up and down her throat, but not enough to open her airway. Finally, she had to breath and push away and took deep breaths. She licked her balls and massaged her penis, then went further down and licked the pussy lips.
Rachel pulled out and told Amy to get on her hands and knees, and spread her legs. The black slave lined up behind Amy, but instead of aiming for her pussy, she pushed against her anal sphincter, just pushing against it with a slow steady pressure. When Amy realized what was going to happen, she cried out, “No please, I’ve never done this before, I’m not ready for this.”
“Well, you’re going to be ready after this, don’t worry I’ll go slow and you’ve juiced it well.” And she continued her slow impalement of the girl. Amy felt more and more pain as the big cock entered her, then it started slowly moving back and forth inside her. The pain slowly subsided and gradually pleasure emerged. The black girl gradually sped up her pumping the white slave ass, bringing Amy increased pleasure and soon her orgasm began to build. Soon Amy was crying out in explosive ecstasy, shaking all over, and squirting for the first time in her life. He arms grew limp but her lover held her ass up and jackhammered her hard till she came too, filling Amy with her black seed.
Afterwards the two women snuggled together face to face. “See, I just made you a real slave, you can’t go back to your family anymore. You’re starting a new life, and I want it to be alongside me.”
Amy didn’t know what to say, she didn’t feel like herself anymore. “Maybe she should just let it happen and agree to enslavement, or let the magistrate make her one.” She said out loud.
The next day her sister Lou came to see her in the pens, she had brought a female lawyer named Tracy Mills both were naked and had plastic “visitor” collars on. The two were very uncomfortable being naked in a such a public place, and having to endure the looks of the male visitors and the catcalls of the slaves. Amy gave them a version of what happened that didn’t shy away from the sexual interactions but left out the gory details. They also tried to talk to Ashley but she had already given up and was expecting to be enslaved. They came back to Amy again and told her that they had contacted Ashley’s mother and she had decided not to help her daughter due her past behavior.
After they left, the manager, Mrs. Gill came and took Amy out of the pen and brought her to the enslavement desk. “We have a nice gift for you today.” And held up a small metal object. It was a small metal object in the shape of an eight, and there was a small soft brush hanging from one end. Before Amy could inspect it closer, she was pushed down on a table and strapped down with her legs spread. While she started to panic, someone put a rubber bit gag in her mouth then she felt a someone manipulating her clitoris and making her feel a great of pleasure. Then there was a sharp, excruciating pain of something piercing her clit and something being pushed in. Finally, the pain fell to a dull level and she was released. They brought he to a full-length mirror and Amy realized her clit had been made to emerge from its hood and then pierced. The number eight shaped metal piecing had been attached to her clit from its middle section. This meant the small brush, was now hanging down over the clit. “See your nice new addition? The brush has a little spring that will keep it pressed against your clit, and every little move you make will cause it to graze against it, keeping you in a constant state of arousal.”
Amy didn’t know what to think about it but her walk back to the slave pens caused her to feel a constant stimulation on her pleasure button. She found herself in a different pen than before, she couldn’t see or hear Rachel or Ashley. She asked a clerk that had walked by and was told she was on the other side of slave pens. For that information Amy gladly sucked the man’s cock in payment, it was a quick suck as he came quickly so she didn’t have to do much.
Amy found herself in a constant state of fevered sexual excitement. She tried to remove it but couldn’t and it made her keep masturbating to make herself cum. But she would soon find her body again demanding sexual release. She started offering herself to male visitors, who took her to the “try out room” when she would tear off their clothes and fling herself on them, sucking them just long enough to get them hard, then climbing on them and riding their cock.
When the store closed, she tried to hold up the brush so it would stop making her a sex addict. But when she tried there was a sharp pain. She tried again and again but the same thing happened. She felt around it and found a hidden sharp spur that would attack her clit when she tried to move the brush up and away from her pleasure button. She was trapped and being turned into a sex crazed slave.
During the night she desperately propositioned the night watchman, and the janitorial staff, who used her in turns. Every male worker had their chance at Amy, and by early morning three of them were fucking her at the same time, with them moving between her mouth, pussy and cunt.
She was a mess when her sister returned the next morning with the lawyer Ms. Mills. Amy could only stare lustily at the two naked women. She told them haltingly what had happened to her. Tracy insisted on Amy getting a shower to clean herself off, then went to the see the manager about the clit tickler piercing. The cool water helped Amy feel better but the water made the brush even more pleasurable. Lou was helping to clean her back when Amy turned around and grabbed her sister and gave her a deep wet kiss. Her hands went to her sister pussy and while the younger sister’s thumb massaged older one’s clit, she pushed four fingers into the cunt. Lou was too shocked to respond but her body quickly felt the pleasure her sister was giving her. Amy started calling out, “Fuck me, Fuck me.”
At this point, Slave Monger Dale, who Amy had helped recover a slave, and fucked her before when Amy was in HCI custody, came along and recognized her. “I thought you’d be back.” eagerly unzipped his pants and brought out his hardening cock. It didn’t take long watching the sisters to become hard and he moseyed up behind Amy and slowly pushed his cock into her pussy. Amy called out, “Yes, yes, yes.” To the wanted intrusion and started pushing against the Dales’ dick. The threesome undulating in a dance of pleasure of thrusts and twists, sweat and drool. Amy came first but continued her sexual assault on her pleasured sister, while gyrating against Dales’ cock. Soon Dale came and filled Amy with his hot spunk, and close after her sister Lou came as well.
Lou found her legs unsteady as she backed away, not knowing how to deal with what just happened. Dale pushed them both under the showers to get them clean. As Lou was drying off Dale suggested, “After that, are you sure you should still be wearing a visitor collar and not a slave collar.”
”I, I don’t think so.” Lou stammered. “I’m here to get my sister out.”
“You looked pretty into it before, maybe you’d like to be auctioned off with your sister? You two would look good up on the auction block and you’d sell was as sister’s sell for a premium.”
“Why don’t you try it.” And he produced sheers and cut off the plastic collar. He walked over to a supply cabinet and took out a slave collar. “Why don’t you try this on?” Lou looked at the collar with a mixture of fear and excitement. “Why don’t you assume the position and you can start your road to slavery?”
“Please don’t.” Lou whispered.
“Kneel and let me collar you, or would you prefer your sister did the honors?” Then he ordered, “Amy come over here!” Amy in a sexual daze obeyed without thinking. His strong arm on Lou’s shoulder was more then enough to lower her to her knees. “Now Amy, collar your sister like a good slave and you can be sold together. With glazed eyes Amy obeyed and slipped the steel collar on the frightened woman neck. “Now you can preform you first slave duty.” And he slowly pushed his still erect cock in the new slave’s mouth, and she started pleasuring it.
Just then the Ms. Mills returned, “What is going on here!”
“Well now, it seems your client wants to join her sister in slavery. And how about you, look ready to be enslaved?”
The woman was taken aback, “Wha, wha, what?”
“Come closer while your former client sucks me, I can take that stupid plastic collar off.”
Tracy walked toward him as if in a dream, trying to think of something to say to defend herself. But she ended up right beside Lou and he quickly removed her visitor collar as well. He pushed his fingers inside her pussy and announced, “Slave wet, your ready to be a slave too.”
Tracy stepped back and bent over, grabbed her collar on the floor and ran back to the Main store area. She showed the snipped collar and complained that her slave monger was taking advantage of her clients. The manager replied it was part of his job to do that but after Tracy rattled off legal precedents she relented, placed another visitor collar on her and they went back to the pens together.
When they got their there was little sense of chastisement against the slave monger. “Sorry your enslavement attempt isn’t going to work today.” Was as far as the manager went. “You put Amy back in the pens and I’ll unlock the sister’s collar at the front, that’s if that’s what she wants.” With all eyes on her Lou froze for a moment, “Or would you rather I have you put in the pen with your sister?”
Lou shook her head to clear the slave mind from her head and said, “No I want my collar removed.” The manager shrugged her shoulders and they slowly walked away.
Amy suffered constant arousal and begged to be fuck by everyone who passed by. A few hours later Amy found herself being taken out of her pen, and had her hands cuffed behind her back. She was marched to Ashley’s pen and watched as the defeated girl was also cuffed, then a chain was attached to both girls’ collars and another one was attached to Amy and they were led away in a coffle. Her clothed sister and the lawyer, Ms. Mills, were there to greet them, and Lou hugged both of them.
They were put into a slave transport van and brought to the court house. They were brought into a courtroom and the magistrate Mrs. Mannerheim brought the hearing into session. After preliminary statement the HCI lawyer made his case. “Both these women were found servicing men at a truck stop along with their fellow slaves.”
“Objection, the witness testimony shows they did it under compulsion.” Attacked Tracy.
“But they did so enthusiastically.” Retorted the HCI lawyer.
“Counselors, there will be time to hear what the plaintiffs have to say.” The judge decided.
After the company’s lawyer had finished, Tracy stood up and pointed out the girls were being forced into slavery by unsavory means by breaking their wills. After this the slave delivery drivers were called to give evidence, who didn’t embellish what happened. On cross examination Ms. Mills made sure that the fact that the free woman had been left alone unprotected in a slave coffle with other, aggressive, slaves and predatory males who didn’t care about the women’s free status.
When HCI employees were called to testify about the girl’s behavior, especially Amy’s extreme sexual aggressiveness. Tracy pointed out the witnesses were employees of the company trying to enslave them and so their testimony shouldn’t be taken at face value. Tracy had the two girls, still connected in a coffle, closer to the judge to see the piercing that had been fastened to Amy. “How would you react if you were being constantly stimulated and you couldn’t stop it?” To which Tracy observed the judge nodding.
Then each girl was questioned, the first being Ashley, “What does it matter what I say, I’ve been made into a slave and you’re not going to change that.”
When Amy’s turn came, she talked with difficulty, “This piercing is torture. I can’t think straight. I had working with horses as my life’s work, I had a family, I had a boyfriend, I Want Them Back!”
The judge rendered her verdict. “This all started with a torn transport tag, and HCI has aggressively pursued enslavement for both, using psychological conditioning, and for Miss. Amy Fleming, a piercing to make her crave sex constantly. Well, this might not be illegal; but it is overstepping the bounds of acceptable behaviour.”
“As for Miss Ashley Stanton, she seems to have accepted enslavement and her mother doesn’t seem to be interested in helping her. Therefore, I am inclined to accept HCI’s petition to enslave her. As for Miss. Amy Fleming, one has to discount her recent sexual degeneracy as mostly due to her recent unwanted piercing. Now there is some evidence that she has become more submissive, possibly leading to future enslavement. I am going to issue a temporary enslavement order for Miss. Fleming, which will last a minimum of one week. I am doing this to see if Miss. Fleming choses slavery of her own accord, but I also have sympathy for her what she has gone through, and this can also be a time for her to decompress and learn to be a free woman again. However, I will not hand her over to HCI for her disposition. Want Miss. Fleming to be brought to my chambers with her lawyer and sister and we can talk about who should take her in. Case dismissed.”
Amy was released from the coffle with Ashley, and the slave girl was led away to her destiny. Mrs. Mills, Lou and a still naked Amy were brought to the magistrate’s office. They discussed who would be best to take Amy into custody as a slave. Lou and Amy explained why their father and grandfather would be out of the question as they new neither would be willing to treat her as a slave of be able to deal with her naked and collared. Lou, who’s new home had been recently completed, then volunteered to take her in (3).
Amy and Ashley were locked together in the coffle for the ride back to HCI. Once there Ashley was led away, almost zombie like, back to the pens, while Amy was processed out of HCI. The clit piercing could not simply be removed, it had to be cut off and it hurt when the ragged cut edges were pulled out of the clit. The manager Mrs. Gill, informed them, “Now the clit will not retract immediately, it will take a few days and it will be very sensitive to anything touching it so staying naked is your best option. Personally, I hope you find you’re a slave now and can’t go back to normal, I think you’d be a wonderful slave. I would want you and I know you’d like that.”
Amy just said, “Thank you mistress.” They were informed that the computer error should be fixed in a week and they would inform her by e-mail when it was finished. Then the manager returned both girls clothes, Lou would try to get in touch with Ashley’s mother and tell her what happened, at the very least they would return her clothes. Amy was led out of the store on a leash held by her sister and got into Lou’s car and drove to Lou’s new family home.
Amy’s boyfriend Ty wasn’t going to know what hit him.
Amy took Ashley’s bag as she went to the main retail area and to the customer service area. She was still naked and collared but ignored that and inquired, “Hi I’m Amy Fleming, I’d like to know what’s going on with my friend Ashley, we were picked up by your slave transport truck and her tag was torn.”
The clerk looked at the monitor, “Well you were both just brought in, so there is nothing on here. The manager is probably just telephoning the District Manager for guidance. Of course, they always look to enslave in iffy cases as the easy fix.” Then he looked at her, “So are you here to enslave yourself, you look ready to.”
Amy remembered she was still naked and collared, “I’m going back to see my friend so there is no use getting dressed just to get undressed again. I also have a problem; your store has been causing a ‘Hold’ error when I’m scanned sometimes. I was told I would have to come into the store to get it fixed.” Amy had forgotten to ask to have her collar removed.
After scanning her chip, the clerk called the manager over and explained the problem, “I’m so glad to see you again, I had hoped it would be sooner.” Mrs. Gill, the manager, gave her a big kiss, which Amy returned. Amy then repeated her request. Mrs. Gill looked over her computer pad and stated, “OK we can have that fixed and have you on the auction block by later this afternoon.”
“Look, I’m not interested in being a slave, I just want your store to fix the error and so I can get on with my life.”
“Well enslavement is the fix we were thinking of. And I see your shaving yourself completely like a slave”
“I just started doing to make it easier to clean.” Replied Amy defensively.
“You know that not true, you’re becoming a slave, you want it.” Then she checked Amy’s wetness, “your all slave wet, aren’t you?” And the curvy manger snipped off the tag from the collar. “And now your ready for your auction.”
“Please, that is not the fix I was told about and as I said I do not want to be a slave. Now please fix your computer problem.” At that the manager got on her phone and started asking about options from the Regional Office.
When the manager got off the phone, Amy first asked, “I also want to know about my friend Ashley, she was locked up because her guest tag was torn.”
“Well, we are going to take you both before a magistrate to clear up your status. The company will be advocating for a full enslavement. However, that may not be for a couple of days.” Amy was not as shocked or as upset either as she would have been just a couple of years ago. But she insisted on being able to use her phone to get in touch with her family. She called her sister Lou, who having the business experience would help Amy dealing with the company and the law. Amy knew if she called her dad or her grandfather, they were likely to come down here with weapons drawn. She was able to get her sister and explain the situation, it was getting late and Lou would not be able to get the HCI before it closed, so they would have to wait for tomorrow. After the phone call, Amy turned over her and Ashley’s clothes and their other effects to be locked up, then she was taken to the slave pens. When she got there, she found she was placed in the same pen as Rachel, the black hermaphrodite.
“Mmmm Blondie, I’ve been waiting for you.” And greeted Amy with a slap on the ass. “My back is sore from my punishment and I had to pay a lot of fucks to have you brought to me.” Her cock was rising to greet her as well. “I know you want it.” And pushed Amy to her knees. Amy knew what was expected, and for some reason wasn’t repelled. So, she started licking the cock till it was fully erect, but she did more, she pushed four fingers into the pussy that was hidden by the testicles. Rachel shivered in ecstasy as no one had pleasured both sex organs before. Amy’s tongue swirled around the cock as it slowly entered her mouth. Her right hand was pumping the pussy and the cock filled her mouth and pushed down her throat. Holding her breath as long as possible she finally pushed away opening her airway. Back and forth her head moved, deepthroating the seven-inch uncut cock. Amy felt a shiver when she found the slaves g-spot and soon the black woman was screaming and shaking in rapture and filling the white slave girls’ mouth with her ejaculate.
“Fuck I have not had a decent orgasm in years, I definitely want to keep you.” Amy wasn’t sure if this black slave could make that happen, and wasn’t sure if she thought the idea distasteful. The two girls laid on the bunk spooning, with Amy on the inside. When Rachel fell asleep Amy got up and looked who were her neighbors. She discovered her friend Ashley was across the aisle.
“Hey Ashley, its me Amy, are you OK?”
“I’m fine, its crazy but I’m having the time of my life. I was terrified, but once I let go of my fear of slavery, I enjoyed it.”
“Are you telling me you’d be OK with being a slave?”
“Aren’t we slaves already, after all that? We don’t have a choice anymore. Might as well just enjoy it.”
“I can’t believe your just going to give up and let yourself be enslaved. You’re not even going to fight it?”
“It’s a done deal, you know that.”
“Its not for me, and I’m going to fight for you too.”
Amy was downcast, the black girl snuggled up beside her. “Don’t get upset sugar, I’m trying to get us sold together so we won’t be parted.” Amy put her hand on the other slave’s hand that was caressing Amy’s right shoulder, but said nothing. Amy wanted someone to comfort her and this curvy sexy black slave was a tempting person to fulfill that role. In fact, she was the only one as they were locked in the pen together.
Rachel stared caressing Amy’s breasts and it felt so good. Rachel told Amy, “You have to let go of your past. You’re a slave now and you have let your sexual self be completely uninhibited because pleasure is your purpose in life now.” As she spoke the black slave’s hands explored the new slave’s body with her hands. They shared a deep wet kiss as their tongues explored each other. Rachel stood up and presented her semi-erect cock for Amy’s attention. Amy hungrily took it in her mouth again and pushed in all the way in and down her throat. She started bobbing her head backwards and forwards so the cock pumped up and down her throat, but not enough to open her airway. Finally, she had to breath and push away and took deep breaths. She licked her balls and massaged her penis, then went further down and licked the pussy lips.
Rachel pulled out and told Amy to get on her hands and knees, and spread her legs. The black slave lined up behind Amy, but instead of aiming for her pussy, she pushed against her anal sphincter, just pushing against it with a slow steady pressure. When Amy realized what was going to happen, she cried out, “No please, I’ve never done this before, I’m not ready for this.”
“Well, you’re going to be ready after this, don’t worry I’ll go slow and you’ve juiced it well.” And she continued her slow impalement of the girl. Amy felt more and more pain as the big cock entered her, then it started slowly moving back and forth inside her. The pain slowly subsided and gradually pleasure emerged. The black girl gradually sped up her pumping the white slave ass, bringing Amy increased pleasure and soon her orgasm began to build. Soon Amy was crying out in explosive ecstasy, shaking all over, and squirting for the first time in her life. He arms grew limp but her lover held her ass up and jackhammered her hard till she came too, filling Amy with her black seed.
Afterwards the two women snuggled together face to face. “See, I just made you a real slave, you can’t go back to your family anymore. You’re starting a new life, and I want it to be alongside me.”
Amy didn’t know what to say, she didn’t feel like herself anymore. “Maybe she should just let it happen and agree to enslavement, or let the magistrate make her one.” She said out loud.
The next day her sister Lou came to see her in the pens, she had brought a female lawyer named Tracy Mills both were naked and had plastic “visitor” collars on. The two were very uncomfortable being naked in a such a public place, and having to endure the looks of the male visitors and the catcalls of the slaves. Amy gave them a version of what happened that didn’t shy away from the sexual interactions but left out the gory details. They also tried to talk to Ashley but she had already given up and was expecting to be enslaved. They came back to Amy again and told her that they had contacted Ashley’s mother and she had decided not to help her daughter due her past behavior.
After they left, the manager, Mrs. Gill came and took Amy out of the pen and brought her to the enslavement desk. “We have a nice gift for you today.” And held up a small metal object. It was a small metal object in the shape of an eight, and there was a small soft brush hanging from one end. Before Amy could inspect it closer, she was pushed down on a table and strapped down with her legs spread. While she started to panic, someone put a rubber bit gag in her mouth then she felt a someone manipulating her clitoris and making her feel a great of pleasure. Then there was a sharp, excruciating pain of something piercing her clit and something being pushed in. Finally, the pain fell to a dull level and she was released. They brought he to a full-length mirror and Amy realized her clit had been made to emerge from its hood and then pierced. The number eight shaped metal piecing had been attached to her clit from its middle section. This meant the small brush, was now hanging down over the clit. “See your nice new addition? The brush has a little spring that will keep it pressed against your clit, and every little move you make will cause it to graze against it, keeping you in a constant state of arousal.”
Amy didn’t know what to think about it but her walk back to the slave pens caused her to feel a constant stimulation on her pleasure button. She found herself in a different pen than before, she couldn’t see or hear Rachel or Ashley. She asked a clerk that had walked by and was told she was on the other side of slave pens. For that information Amy gladly sucked the man’s cock in payment, it was a quick suck as he came quickly so she didn’t have to do much.
Amy found herself in a constant state of fevered sexual excitement. She tried to remove it but couldn’t and it made her keep masturbating to make herself cum. But she would soon find her body again demanding sexual release. She started offering herself to male visitors, who took her to the “try out room” when she would tear off their clothes and fling herself on them, sucking them just long enough to get them hard, then climbing on them and riding their cock.
When the store closed, she tried to hold up the brush so it would stop making her a sex addict. But when she tried there was a sharp pain. She tried again and again but the same thing happened. She felt around it and found a hidden sharp spur that would attack her clit when she tried to move the brush up and away from her pleasure button. She was trapped and being turned into a sex crazed slave.
During the night she desperately propositioned the night watchman, and the janitorial staff, who used her in turns. Every male worker had their chance at Amy, and by early morning three of them were fucking her at the same time, with them moving between her mouth, pussy and cunt.
She was a mess when her sister returned the next morning with the lawyer Ms. Mills. Amy could only stare lustily at the two naked women. She told them haltingly what had happened to her. Tracy insisted on Amy getting a shower to clean herself off, then went to the see the manager about the clit tickler piercing. The cool water helped Amy feel better but the water made the brush even more pleasurable. Lou was helping to clean her back when Amy turned around and grabbed her sister and gave her a deep wet kiss. Her hands went to her sister pussy and while the younger sister’s thumb massaged older one’s clit, she pushed four fingers into the cunt. Lou was too shocked to respond but her body quickly felt the pleasure her sister was giving her. Amy started calling out, “Fuck me, Fuck me.”
At this point, Slave Monger Dale, who Amy had helped recover a slave, and fucked her before when Amy was in HCI custody, came along and recognized her. “I thought you’d be back.” eagerly unzipped his pants and brought out his hardening cock. It didn’t take long watching the sisters to become hard and he moseyed up behind Amy and slowly pushed his cock into her pussy. Amy called out, “Yes, yes, yes.” To the wanted intrusion and started pushing against the Dales’ dick. The threesome undulating in a dance of pleasure of thrusts and twists, sweat and drool. Amy came first but continued her sexual assault on her pleasured sister, while gyrating against Dales’ cock. Soon Dale came and filled Amy with his hot spunk, and close after her sister Lou came as well.
Lou found her legs unsteady as she backed away, not knowing how to deal with what just happened. Dale pushed them both under the showers to get them clean. As Lou was drying off Dale suggested, “After that, are you sure you should still be wearing a visitor collar and not a slave collar.”
”I, I don’t think so.” Lou stammered. “I’m here to get my sister out.”
“You looked pretty into it before, maybe you’d like to be auctioned off with your sister? You two would look good up on the auction block and you’d sell was as sister’s sell for a premium.”
“Why don’t you try it.” And he produced sheers and cut off the plastic collar. He walked over to a supply cabinet and took out a slave collar. “Why don’t you try this on?” Lou looked at the collar with a mixture of fear and excitement. “Why don’t you assume the position and you can start your road to slavery?”
“Please don’t.” Lou whispered.
“Kneel and let me collar you, or would you prefer your sister did the honors?” Then he ordered, “Amy come over here!” Amy in a sexual daze obeyed without thinking. His strong arm on Lou’s shoulder was more then enough to lower her to her knees. “Now Amy, collar your sister like a good slave and you can be sold together. With glazed eyes Amy obeyed and slipped the steel collar on the frightened woman neck. “Now you can preform you first slave duty.” And he slowly pushed his still erect cock in the new slave’s mouth, and she started pleasuring it.
Just then the Ms. Mills returned, “What is going on here!”
“Well now, it seems your client wants to join her sister in slavery. And how about you, look ready to be enslaved?”
The woman was taken aback, “Wha, wha, what?”
“Come closer while your former client sucks me, I can take that stupid plastic collar off.”
Tracy walked toward him as if in a dream, trying to think of something to say to defend herself. But she ended up right beside Lou and he quickly removed her visitor collar as well. He pushed his fingers inside her pussy and announced, “Slave wet, your ready to be a slave too.”
Tracy stepped back and bent over, grabbed her collar on the floor and ran back to the Main store area. She showed the snipped collar and complained that her slave monger was taking advantage of her clients. The manager replied it was part of his job to do that but after Tracy rattled off legal precedents she relented, placed another visitor collar on her and they went back to the pens together.
When they got their there was little sense of chastisement against the slave monger. “Sorry your enslavement attempt isn’t going to work today.” Was as far as the manager went. “You put Amy back in the pens and I’ll unlock the sister’s collar at the front, that’s if that’s what she wants.” With all eyes on her Lou froze for a moment, “Or would you rather I have you put in the pen with your sister?”
Lou shook her head to clear the slave mind from her head and said, “No I want my collar removed.” The manager shrugged her shoulders and they slowly walked away.
Amy suffered constant arousal and begged to be fuck by everyone who passed by. A few hours later Amy found herself being taken out of her pen, and had her hands cuffed behind her back. She was marched to Ashley’s pen and watched as the defeated girl was also cuffed, then a chain was attached to both girls’ collars and another one was attached to Amy and they were led away in a coffle. Her clothed sister and the lawyer, Ms. Mills, were there to greet them, and Lou hugged both of them.
They were put into a slave transport van and brought to the court house. They were brought into a courtroom and the magistrate Mrs. Mannerheim brought the hearing into session. After preliminary statement the HCI lawyer made his case. “Both these women were found servicing men at a truck stop along with their fellow slaves.”
“Objection, the witness testimony shows they did it under compulsion.” Attacked Tracy.
“But they did so enthusiastically.” Retorted the HCI lawyer.
“Counselors, there will be time to hear what the plaintiffs have to say.” The judge decided.
After the company’s lawyer had finished, Tracy stood up and pointed out the girls were being forced into slavery by unsavory means by breaking their wills. After this the slave delivery drivers were called to give evidence, who didn’t embellish what happened. On cross examination Ms. Mills made sure that the fact that the free woman had been left alone unprotected in a slave coffle with other, aggressive, slaves and predatory males who didn’t care about the women’s free status.
When HCI employees were called to testify about the girl’s behavior, especially Amy’s extreme sexual aggressiveness. Tracy pointed out the witnesses were employees of the company trying to enslave them and so their testimony shouldn’t be taken at face value. Tracy had the two girls, still connected in a coffle, closer to the judge to see the piercing that had been fastened to Amy. “How would you react if you were being constantly stimulated and you couldn’t stop it?” To which Tracy observed the judge nodding.
Then each girl was questioned, the first being Ashley, “What does it matter what I say, I’ve been made into a slave and you’re not going to change that.”
When Amy’s turn came, she talked with difficulty, “This piercing is torture. I can’t think straight. I had working with horses as my life’s work, I had a family, I had a boyfriend, I Want Them Back!”
The judge rendered her verdict. “This all started with a torn transport tag, and HCI has aggressively pursued enslavement for both, using psychological conditioning, and for Miss. Amy Fleming, a piercing to make her crave sex constantly. Well, this might not be illegal; but it is overstepping the bounds of acceptable behaviour.”
“As for Miss Ashley Stanton, she seems to have accepted enslavement and her mother doesn’t seem to be interested in helping her. Therefore, I am inclined to accept HCI’s petition to enslave her. As for Miss. Amy Fleming, one has to discount her recent sexual degeneracy as mostly due to her recent unwanted piercing. Now there is some evidence that she has become more submissive, possibly leading to future enslavement. I am going to issue a temporary enslavement order for Miss. Fleming, which will last a minimum of one week. I am doing this to see if Miss. Fleming choses slavery of her own accord, but I also have sympathy for her what she has gone through, and this can also be a time for her to decompress and learn to be a free woman again. However, I will not hand her over to HCI for her disposition. Want Miss. Fleming to be brought to my chambers with her lawyer and sister and we can talk about who should take her in. Case dismissed.”
Amy was released from the coffle with Ashley, and the slave girl was led away to her destiny. Mrs. Mills, Lou and a still naked Amy were brought to the magistrate’s office. They discussed who would be best to take Amy into custody as a slave. Lou and Amy explained why their father and grandfather would be out of the question as they new neither would be willing to treat her as a slave of be able to deal with her naked and collared. Lou, who’s new home had been recently completed, then volunteered to take her in (3).
Amy and Ashley were locked together in the coffle for the ride back to HCI. Once there Ashley was led away, almost zombie like, back to the pens, while Amy was processed out of HCI. The clit piercing could not simply be removed, it had to be cut off and it hurt when the ragged cut edges were pulled out of the clit. The manager Mrs. Gill, informed them, “Now the clit will not retract immediately, it will take a few days and it will be very sensitive to anything touching it so staying naked is your best option. Personally, I hope you find you’re a slave now and can’t go back to normal, I think you’d be a wonderful slave. I would want you and I know you’d like that.”
Amy just said, “Thank you mistress.” They were informed that the computer error should be fixed in a week and they would inform her by e-mail when it was finished. Then the manager returned both girls clothes, Lou would try to get in touch with Ashley’s mother and tell her what happened, at the very least they would return her clothes. Amy was led out of the store on a leash held by her sister and got into Lou’s car and drove to Lou’s new family home.
Amy’s boyfriend Ty wasn’t going to know what hit him.