Library Slut

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This is a raw, unedited work in progress set in my Penal Slave universe published at Literotica. It needs work. I know I had some voice issues among other things. It's been on the back burner since I need to wrap the current series before I publish this one at Literotica. Appreciate every one's thoughts

Melissa read the sign as the transport bus pulled past the front of the building. Allison McTavish Housing Center. What an innocuous name for a prison she reflected wryly. Considering the rather upscale area, the name was no doubt designed to hide the fact that the rich and successful were living in close proximity to penal slaves. The stake, or as the deputy in charge of her enslavement processing put it, “ the transport restraint and discipline device.” He then laughed and said, eww“but everyone just calls it the stake,” held her ass attached to to the hard seat. She had a green collar adorning her slim neck and similarly colored wrist and ankle cuffs. Other than that, the only thing on her body was a big black “F” on her left butt cheek and a slave registration number and barcode on the right cheek. And a stake up her ass.

In all her twenty-eight years she had avoided taking it up the ass. Now in one day she not only had her nether hole streched by a anal restraint that kept her ass still as her felon mark and slave regristration was printed on her fleshy canavas with nanoink, she had three deputies give her her first anal organisms. Finally,she spent the last hour with a stake up her bunghole while being bused to her new home for the next five years. At least at the end of her term the F would come off with her cuffs, collar and slave registration. She had been surprised that the state’s attorney agreed to that as part of the plea deal, but she was not complaining.

Another thing she had expected today was her first taste of pussy. Despite thoroughly enjoying being eaten out, she had never returned the favor with another woman. That didn't stop her from pleasuring her partners other ways, such as with strap ons. For whatever reason during her atonement, which the victim’s family had assigned to the state, only three male deputies had been able to make it.

If she were truly honest with herself, the ride was surprisingly stimulating. Reading about all the nerve endings around the anus and recturm was one thing. Having a metal dick rubbing them for about an hour was quite another. Which was good because the restraint field holding her collar, wrists and ankle cuffs insured that the only things she could see is the shaggy hair of the male slave in the seat in front of her and out of the front windshield. She was pretty sure he was a slave cock, although he didn’t exactly have a pornstar dick. Since she had been the last stop, she had gotten a chance to look at her fellow penal slaves as she was walked to a seat near the back of the bus.

After passing through a wrought iron gate that wouldn't have been out of place at a billionaires estate, the bus cleared a second 12 foot chain link affair topped with razor wire. As the bus pulled around the back of the structure, any pretense of genteel civility vanished completely. The bus pulled in through what looked like a large garage door and came to a stop after turning. Melissa thought she heard a rumbling sound. Looking through the windshield, she could see the large garage door rolling down. Once it shut, the female guard that had put her on the bus spoke," Slaves will remain silent as you are disembarked and processed.”

Melissa knew to keep her mouth shut. She was glad that the restraint field that had kept her head face forward had been released. She was able to again turn her head and look at her fellow slaves. There were about 12 ahead of her, evenly split between men and women. As they were taken off the bus one by one, Melissa noticed that the full gamut of body types were on display as were ages. Some looked barely over 18, the legal age for criminal enslavement. Others were gray haired, top and bottom. Glancing out the window on the other side of the bus, she could see through the mesh that each slave was “bent and spread”. Each slave off the bus would spread their legs apart and bend over, exposing the barcode and implanted chip that served as a combination tracking device, long term contraceptive, and record of the implanted slave. Mellissa’s ass was still tingling a bit from her chip inplanted in her left ass cheek. Some of the men and women ahead of her were living proof that not exercising has consequences.

Melissa was glad that she had always stayed active. The exotic dancing that she had done during her school summer vacations had both financed her schooling and kept her lean and fit. When she realized that she was facing enslavement, she had spent the previous 4 months working out almost daily. When she was walked off the bus, she at least knew her naked flesh was in the best shape of her life. The male guard was gentle and professional, helping her down the stairs and steadying her as her thin flip flops snagged on the steps.

As she stepped out of the bus, she was directed to the guard that was processing the line of slave cunts. The slave cocks were being led away to a door marked “MALE SLAVE PROCESSING”. It didn't take a masters in library science to figure out that she would be shortly going through the door to the far right marked “FEMALE SLAVE PROCESSING.”

"Bend and spread slave cunt," the new guard ordered, boredom in her voice. Melissa complied, spreading her legs and bending over to expose her ass and pussy to view. Not her pussy, she thought wryly, her cunt. Free women have pussies, slave girls have cunts. Nor do free women have barcodes on their asses or electronic chips in their butts as the guard’s wrist comp confirmed as it chirped as it was waived across her firm, upturned bum.

“Stand, turn to your left, and walk to the end of the line and place your wrists to either side of the neck of the slave cunt in front of you. As I started moving I heard the driver remark, “Tess, you have a good one. Actually going to get home at dinnertime for a change.”

“Safe travels Seth. Keep Betty in line now.”

“Yeah, right. Later.”

As Melissa placed her wrists on the shoulders of the woman in front of her, she felt them get dragged to either side of the green collar of the woman ahead of her and heard a small dual “click” sound. The guard spoke up. “Lead slave will turn to the right and approach the door labeled Female slave processing. When the door opens go through. The rest of you shall follow. Begin.”

As the coffle made its way to the door, Melissa was grateful that all she had to do was put one foot in front of the other. Her long blonde hair had fallen into her face as she bent and spread. She normally kept it up in a tight bun, embracing the librarian cliche, right down to the horn rimmed glasses. The glasses were gone after corrective surgery shortly before her court date. As she straightened up, the hair had covered her eyes, and the guard hadn't given her a chance to push it back before being linked to the slave in front of her. She could barely see a thing but the back of the woman ahead of her. She heard the guard’s voice from behind her.

" Control , six slave cunts for in processing. Open Receiving Sally Port Door 1"

The door slid shut with a clanking sound that I was coming to associate with the loss of my freedom. The first time I had heard it was when the security door to the jail slammed behind me after I had been led from the courtroom where I had been sentenced, enslaved, stripped, and cuffed. I had jumped at the sound, causing the bailiff escorting me to remark, ' Get used to it dearie. You're a convicted criminal now. You have 5 years to pull as a penal slave, starting with 15 lashes and a date with the enslavement machine. You're going to hear a lot of security and cell doors slam for the next few years."

One advantage to being at the back of the line was that I got to preview how the state processed its new property. The room we had been led into looked like a gym shower area except there were two hand held shower heads at each of the four stations along with four buckets along one wall. The wall to the right of the door was identical to the area that Melissa had gotten the 15 lashes of corporal punishment. The wall across from the door contained what looked like a four place enslavement station. She didn’t get a good look at it as the line of slave cunts was turned to face the shower area and Melissa didn’t want to look away and possibly anger the guard. Guards, as the room contained two new guards standing in front of the shower area.

The first four women in the coffle were detached. The first guard...Tess, Melissa recalled spoke, "Slaves will approach the shower stations and as each slave is released the slave will approach a shower head and place hands and feet at the restraint points."

The naked women approached the showers as instructed, spreading their legs to put each bare foot on a metal plate in the floor and then bending forward to place their hands against the wall on similar metal plates. It was clear that the four women were not able to move from the position they assumed once one of the new guards tapped the screen of her wrist comp. The metal plates in the walls and floor were generating restraint fields that used the wrist and ankle cuffs each slave wore to bind the prisoners in place.

The guards were assisted by an older female slave. She looked to be early forties, curvey with close cropped red hair. Her breasts were full, with perky tits and dark areolas that contrasted with her otherwise pale skin. A green collar encircled her neck and a chastity belt enclosed her cunt and ass.

Tess again spoke, "Slaves will now have their individual transport restraint and discipline devices removed. There might be a slight sting."

On cue, the other two guards stepped behind the first two restrained slaves with what looked like a foot long stick with a handle grip that crossed to make a “T” shaped device approached the first two women. Melissa couldn’t see exactly what the guards were doing since their backs were to her, but it looked like the devices were being stuck up the slaves asses. After two almost simultaneous "click" sounds, each guard pulled a shaft out of the anus of the slave they were behind and dropped the shaft into the bucket beside the slave causing a cluncking sound. The officers repeated the process with the other two slave cunts. From the yips and moans as each of the quartet got their stakes removed Melissa suspect that more than a sting was involved.

The older slave assisted the two guards, handing them the second oddly shaped shower head which was then inserted into the gapped assholes of each of the four slaves.
Tess explained that the new anal invader was an enama, pumping fluids that flushed the rectum, treated and shrunk the stretched tissues caused by the recently removed stakes. The fluid was carried away through a exit line, which explained to Melissa why the enama hoses were twice as thick as the hose with a regular shower head on it.

“Slaves are expected to clean themselves out after every bowel movement and after any anal use. In case you were concerned, the gel properties make frequent enemas possible without the medical problems that might otherwise occur. I am told that it has a minty taste that I am sure you will all come to experience.”

The other two guards chuckled at Tess’s statement. Melissa, along with the rest of the slaves, had not been given permission to speak, so she elected to remain silent. While all that was going on the redheaded slave had been removing the enama hoses and efficiently washing down each slave cunt in turn. Once she got to the last one she spoke, “Domina Susan, the slave cunts are ready to be released and dried off.”

One of the guards, with black hair and a big chest that the cut of her uniform tended to show to advantage, tapped a code on her wrist comp as the collared redhead moved past her to an open shelf with a large stack of towels. The raven haired guard spoke up for the first time, “Showered slaves shall straighten up as the restraint field is released, turn to the right and step in line to the slave cunt with the towels. Slaves shall dry themselves thoroughly and once completed, hand the used towel back to the slave that gave it to you and spread your legs apart. Each slave shall then be fitted with their chastity belt, or cunt cup as its called around here. Lizzy, get to it.”

Melissa noticed that the redhead slave reached for a flexible metal band that looked like a belt but with a wide band hanging down from the middle of the belt. As Lizzy approached the first slave in line she wrapped the two ends together touching each other at the small of the slave’s back. The ends fused and tightened, thicking with the excess like a buckle. The redhead then reached and pulled up the band and attached it to the thickened area. The broad band flowed shaping itself into what looked like a set of metallic green granny panties. Tess again spoke, “The memory metal will allow for the elimination of waste in the normal fashion. For hygiene purposes, once completed slaves shall use toilet paper as you should be accustomed to.”

Mellissa was mortified by the almost casual way she along with the other slaves were instructed how to wipe themselves and their...cunt cups. As the last of the first four slaves were secured with the chastity belts, an alert chimed from all three of the guard’s wrist comps. Tess swore under her breath and faced Melissa and the slave in front of her and said, “Well I don’t know if its you twos lucky day or not. As of now, the new regulation regarding penal slave chastity has gone into effect. Starting now, chasty can only be used as a disciplinary measure. Unfortunately for the rest of you cunts, because of a glitch in the wording of the rule, removal of installed chastity device can’t be done for another 3 days.”


Melissa pondered her situation as she stepped into one of the shower stations and assumed the position, bending slightly forward and thrusting her ass out. Her wrists were secured, then her ankles by the restraint field. Her bare cunt was going to stand out in the prison population for the next three days. From her reading of accounts of former penal slaves it was never a good idea to stand out. That was part of the reason why she had laser correction to her eyes. Other than the hassle of keeping up with a pair of the increasingly anachronistic eyeglasses, they set you apart. Also, it wasn’t like she could clean then with her nonexistent blouse. It's only three days. Perhaps it won’t be so bad.

The guard advised her that she was about to remove the stake and repeated the “slight sting” comment. Slight sting my barcoded ass, she thought to herself as the stake was removed. That hurt like hell. Before she could say anything, another anal invader replaced the stake. This one seemed to generate its own lube and went in much easier than the stake came out. She felt it seem to expand and start flooding her bowels with a warm liquid, the guard continued, "Slaves shall stay still and quiet during the enema procedure. The liquid contains medications designed to treat the stretched area and reduce the time you are gaped along with ensuring that your lower GI tract is not adversely affected by the transport process."

Melissa had had a few enemas in the past and found the fluids were soothing her abused backside. Once the attachment was removed from her ass, she was quickly and efficiently scrubbed down by the trustee slave with no groping or stroking. Well that was disappointing, she thought to herself at the same time she was shocked that she thought such a thing.

Tess spoke again, " Slaves, once you get your towels, dry off quickly, give the used towels back to Lizzie and line up, wrists to the collar of the slave in front of you. Lead slave shall cross her wrists in front of her, “ Before Melissa could hand her towel back to the older slave, she heard a wrist comp beep,“ Tess spoke up, “Slight change of plan, Library Slut step out. The rest of you will be taken to the domina who will start your orientation. From there you will be taken to your cells for the night. Dinner will be brought to you in your cell. Until your orientation is complete, you will be under close confinement. "

Melissa almost followed the rest of the procession when it hit her that “Library Slut” was what the deputy that had managed her enslavement had named her after her free name was stripped from her with her clothes. She stopped herself and handed Lizzie the towel, who in return gave her an odd look. “Must be the eyes,” she muttered as she then handed Melissa a rubber band, continuing with, “he likes buns and ponytails. Especially ponytails.”

Puzzled by the older slave’s cryptic comments, Melissa took the band and quickly got her hair into a high ponytail, grateful that she wouldn’t have her dark blond hair flopping into her eyes again. As soon as she finished, the black haired guard that had spoken before said, “Let’s go slave cunt. Hands behind you, crossed at the wrists.”

The soft click after the guard tapped her wrist comp told Melissa that she was again bound, confirmed by the inability to move her wrists apart. The guard again spoke, “ Walk to the door with the 6 on it,” after which Melissa her her say, “ Slave transport to associate warden’s office from inprocessing, open door 6.” Melissa stepped through the open door, the guarding following. She prided herself on not flinching as the heavy metal door thumped shut behind her and the guard called for the door in front of them to be opened.

Melissa noted that the flooring went from concrete to tile, both cold on her now bare feet. The transition to carpet was a welcome change. The guard remained silent, other than terse directions to turn left, right or go straight. When she was directed to the administration section she was thankful for the small comfort of government carpeting. The section was open concept. The large space was filled with office desks that seemed to be mostly occupied by naked slave cunts. A few were wearing green smocks. However, even the clothed women were slaves as evidenced by the collars around their necks and the wrist cuffs. One such was seated at a desk in front of a door to a private office. The tacturn guard directed Melissa to that desk.

“ Officer Pickleheimer with party of one to see the Associate warden.”

“Yes Domina Pickleimer, he is expecting her, go right in.”

“Slave will approach the door, knock and enter as instructed,” Melissa felt her wrists released from the restraint field.

As Melissa raised her hand to knock, she saw the name on the door, David Bridgers, Associate Warden. She faltered for a second on the second knock,no.no.nono, she thought.

“Enter,” replied a voice she had not heard in a long time.

She managed to open the door and step inside the office, the guard right behind her,

“Warden Bridgers, the slave cunt you requested.”

“Thank you Jackie, you are free to go. Knees slave ,cross your wrists behind you,”

As the exiting guard closed the door behind her, Melissa went to her knees as ordered. She felt not only her wrist cuffs lock behind her but her ankles were hobbled as well. She could not rise without the field being released. Bridges got up and walked around his desk, looking at his wrist comp.

“The slave formerly known as Melissa Kornabarn, currently Library Slut, twenty-eight. Fifteen lashes and enslaved to a five year term of penal servitude for accessory to vehicular homicide. Bad move there not making sure the designated driver you gave your keys to wasn’t high himself. Sucking his cock while he was driving was probably a bit distracting as well. At least he will have that to remember while he's the one sucking cock and having his ass reamed for the next ten years at the brothel that bought him.”

The last thing Melissa wanted was to hear about her ex boyfriend Sam. She was normally a moderate drinker at most. She was usually the designated driver for Sam, who truly liked to party. This time, he offered to stay sober and encouraged her to enjoy the graduation party celebrating the award of their respective masters degrees. She had, trusting his assurances that he had not had anything to drink. She had loved and trusted him, giving him her keys to drive them home to their shared apartment. The alcohol had stripped her inhibitions to the point that she was giving him the driving blowjob he had always nagged her for when the car lurched suddenly. The last thing she remembered was screeching tires and horns till she woke up in a hospital bed. Handcuffed to the siderail.

Her love and trust for Sam burned away over the next few days when she found that Sam had been popping pills all evening and had swerved into the other lane ramming a car and knocking it into a ditch, killing the driver. As the owner of the car, and allowing an impaired driver to operate it, she was civilly and criminally responsible for Sam’s actions as much as he was.

A small mercy was there was no civil liability as it turned out between the blood toxicology result and the statements of patrons of the bar the guy had left the dead driver was drunker than her and Sam put together. Sam had also been truthful to the police that Melissa had not known he was stoned, which was why the DA had been willing to be remarkably lenient with her. However, the damage had been done. Like the old country song, she couldn’t love a man she couldn’t trust. That’s what her head said. The heart was still getting the memo. He had been sentenced two weeks before her. She had not attended his public flogging and sale because some of her still cared for him and she couldn’t trust herself not to break down at his enslavement and flogging. There was also a small part of her that was frightened that that would be her in a few days. At least the State had elected to retain her for state use so she was spared the public humiliation.

Of course there was always private humiliation. Like being a naked collared penal slave with a felon mark and barcode on her ass kneeling in front of the guy that she dumped when she decided a long distance relationship was not going to work. Why had she not talked it over with him? Because she was certain she knew best. No, because she was afraid he might change her mind, she thought to herself. She hadn’t even had the guts to end it face to face. Yeah, that “Dear David” email was going to bite her, no fuck her, in the ass. No doubt several times over the next five years. His next words pulled her out of her reverie.

“Sorry, that wasn’t called for. You lived with the guy, you probably felt something for him. Well, he is going away for a long time. From the presentence report, I see that you cut ties with him right after the accident. Am I right he broke trust with you and that was that?. You may speak.”

“Yes Dav..Dominious.”

“Good catch. Don’t let yourself slip. It wouldn’t do if the population found out we knew each other. For the next five years you are Slave Cunt Library Slut, Department Of Corrections and Slavery, #20350131021 and I am Dominous Bridgers. Dominous Bridgers is known for picking out pretty slave cunts and fucking them regularly. And you are pretty. Alas, your ass is off limits for the next 24 hours or so and I figure your cunt got pretty well stretched this morning so I will wait to get reacquainted with those holes.”

Melissa was oddly disappointed. Her puss...no her cunt was sore. Sam had been kind of one and done. The almost two hours of tag team fucking during her atonement had worn her out. She hadn’t been so thoroughly fucked since...well David. Despite the soreness she felt the stirrings of...desire?

The memory of how tasty David’s cock had been came to her. As if he was reading her mind, Dav...the dominus spoke as she saw out of the corner of her eye him reaching for his belt, “That doesn’t mean we have to completely delay getting caught up,” moving in front of her and freeing the cock that she used to spend hours licking, sucking and swallowing from.

“Open your mouth.”

She had no sooner complied as he grabbed her pony tail and slammed his thick eight inch cock down her throat, pumping in and out of her mouth. This wasn’t the gentle oral sex they had shared in the past, like the time she took a tape measure to his tool to see just what she was regularly recieving. Her mouth was being used as a cock sheath with no regard for foreplay or consideration for her. In this moment she wasn’t the ex-girlfriend Melissa. She was a piece of state owned fuckmeat being legally used by a free man for his pleasure. She felt her smallish breasts jiggle slightly as she rocked back and forth as his hands pushed and pulled her head and hair completely at his mercy as the restraint fields kept her hands locked at the wrists behind her and her ankles felt like they were in concrete. She was certain she was scarlet with humiliation and shame to have fallen so low,

“Take that cock you convict cunt! To the bristles! Hope you enjoy this you cunt, because today’s the start of five years of paying back your debt to society. On your knees either scrubbing floors, sucking cock or taking it up that fine ass. Normally pretty girls like you have trouble in the general population. Gen pop is going to feel sorry for you walking bowlegged from admin every day after being thoroughly used. I have spent the last five years wondering what I did to you to deserve being dumped with nothing more than a fucking email from a disposable account saying “you thought it was for the best.” No talking, no nothing. Well, we are going to talk about it. We have five years to talk about it. This time you can’t run away. And well, I didn’t enslave you. But I am going to take advantage of all your holes.”

As she was facefucked like a, well call it what it is, a slave cunt, part of Melissa noticed that despite the rough treatment and harsh words, the dominus was being careful to make sure she was getting plenty of air between thrusts. While he was occasionaly using one hand to pinch and twist her nipples, she liked that during oral sex. And he knew it. The last tell that he was being far more considerate than he let on was slowing down when he was close to cuming so he could cum in her mouth. She used to love that with Dave, but had gotten out of the habit with Sam’s bitter tasting semen. Of course Dave wouldn’t know that.

Why did he seem to care about her well being? Even she realized he had a right to be angry at the way she broke it off. She didn’t deserve any particular consideration from him. Some might say quite the contrary. It wasn’t like he had been celibate the last five years from the sounds of things. Why did he want to talk about the broken relationship? At least he didn’t expect her to talk with his cock pumping in and out of her throat.

Truth be told, Melissa was getting off on the rough sex. The earlier desire had blossomed into full blown lust and she was craving the cock pummeling her mouth. She wished it was pumping in and out of her cunt. The increasingly smaller part of herself not overwhelmed with pleasure and the craving for more sensation wondered if she was experiencing “slave heat”, the phenomena that some slaves experenced when they craved sex twenty four seven. There was even talk of broadening the civil medical commitment laws to allow for what was in essence civil enslavement as part of the treatment of individuals who otherwise might reoffend to regain their slavery.

The twitching cock in her mouth alerted Melissa that her dominus was about to cum. The warning did not prepare her for the torrent of cum filling her mouth. At least she was able to swallow it all down. Once she was sure he was spent, she cleaned his cock. Like a good little convict cunt, she thought to herself. A clicking sound from above her head was followed by her wrists being freed. Smiling to herself, she took the cue to tuck his rapidly deflating clock into his shorts, still boxers she noted, and tuck his cock into his pants and zipped them up.

“Look up.”

As she did she looked into his warm brown eyes, almost amber. Firm jaw and what appeared to be a surprisingly firm body from what she could tell from his fitted white button down shirt. Looking down at her his face, almost tenderly, voice softly saying, “those eyes..” He cut himself off, face rearranging itself, eyes going cold, facial muscles going hard.

“Adequate. We do have a library here, all paper based books with some limited computer access. Penal slaves are not allowed access to wireless devices at all, so no tablets. I also have a librarian who is thirty years into her forty year enslavement. She has been in the library the entire time and in charge for the last twenty. You will be her assistant. However, that is not a full time job so you will also be assigned to some hours as a legislative plaza custodian. Finally you will doing some information system organization for me. We are organizing and digitizing a lot of old records and need someone who can oversee that work. You just saved me from having to pay for a consultant out of my budget.”

I almost make a wisecrack at the last, but between the hard look he was giving me and my prior reading on slave deportment and the perils of breaching it I continued to say nothing.

He continued looking at me for a moment and then walked around to his desk and sat. She heard him key his wrist comp and say, “ Nymph, arrange for an escort for Library Slut to her cell...Actually I see that she has not been assigned one yet. Hmmmm, she is going to be working multiple assignments. Find one, assign her and have an officer escort her. Be sure they get her a tray from the mess hall for tonight and in the morning. She will be on restrictions till tomorrow noon. Buzz me when the escort arrives. Out."

Silence filled the room. My knees were happy that I was kneeling on carpet rather than tile or concrete, but the state didn’t seem to go for plush floor coverings for associate wardens. The thin institutional grade carpet didn't provide a lot of cushioning. Dave... no the dominous, She doesn't need to even think of him any other way, worked at his desk seemingly oblivious to her presence.

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