HEARTLAND (REVISED) CHAPTER NINE

[jeepster]

Again a revised version of a previous story (A Heartland Chapter Seven, Part One)

CHAPTER NINE

Amy didn’t know what to think about her relationship with Dr. Ranger. It had been a month and Emily’s brand was still proudly showing on her right butt cheek, it seemed to have barely faded. She would get e-mails from Ranger asking how her ‘slave’ was. Amy didn’t know how to respond the first time it happened, she finally responded a couple of days later with a non committal “I’m Fine” and was nervous even to send that.

Slow at first but soon the messages went back and forth, Emily’s were friendly, she still referred to Amy as her slave but there were no obvious threats or demands. She would send information on when there were Pony Girl Shows, but with no suggestion of Amy would be one of them. Amy would politely decline and there were no angry replies. Amy tried to keep a respectful but not submissive tone to her messages, but Dr. Ranger’s friendly e-mails eventually led Amy to responding in a more cordial language.

When Amy received an invitation to a garden party from Dr. Ranger, she wasn’t really surprised. She knew that sooner or later Dr. Ranger would send her a direct suggestion for her to visit her. Amy didn’t know what to think, was Emily trying to pull her back into being her slave? She had been trying hard to get back on the straight and narrow, so she wasn’t sure whether to accept the invitation. She decided to text back and see if she could get an idea what the party was going to be like.

She thought carefully what to write, but decided not to ask about slavery, “What is the dress code? Will there be a lot of people there?” She finally texted.

“No more that forty people, and you should wear a Cocktail Dress. But I would like you to wear the collar I gave you. It is really for your protection.”

The mention of the collar, disguised as a necklace, sent a nervous shiver down her back. She had taken the RDIF tag out of the locket so it wouldn’t give a false “owned slave” signal if she wore it. However, she also didn’t throw away the tag, she kept it in her jewelry box. She wasn’t sure why she didn’t destroy it, her feelings towards it were a mixture of practicality (proof of what Emily had done), fear (destroying it might be used against her), and an erotic feeling she couldn’t drive from her mind.

She decided to confront her fears and did have a green dress that was left over from her Prom, which she had missed due to Ty truck breaking down. She hoped it would be acceptable so she decided to take a chance and accept the invite.

The party was a bit stiff, classical music played while obviously affluent women discussed their latest trips abroad, servant and slave troubles, expensive purchases and so forth. It was only when the topic came to horses, for they were all horsewomen, that Amy joined in the conversation.

Amy found herself on the other side of slavery here, for there were slaves at the party, probably rented or borrowed, serving drinks and hors d'oeuvre to the guests. It made her a little nervous, being around these slave naked men and women, reminding her of own experiences with slavery. Now she was ostensibly a free woman benefiting from slavery. She thought about herself being one of the slaves, serving guest while nude and taking orders without question. Amy unconsciously stoked at the secret slave collar around her neck. She knew this could have been, and maybe still might be, her fate.

As for Dr. Ranger, she played the perfect host but introduced Amy to her guests as ‘her girl’. Amy knew this was a less than subtle suggestion Amy was her slave, and she would take the liberty of touching Amy’s buttocks, first caressing, then taking them in hand while at the same time carrying on a conversation with a group of her guests like nothing was happening.

This made Amy increasingly nervous, but also sexually excited. It took all her concentration to act like nothing was happening, all the while her pussy became increasingly lubricated. It was almost too much when Emily made one of the female slaves put down her tray and present herself for inspection. Amy wondered if she was going to give her the same treatment, making her undress and show off in front of Dr. Ranger’s friends. The very thought gave her shivers down her back. Her panties were now completely soaked, the wet material rubbing against her clit driving her arousal to exquisite heights.

This made Amy suggestible when Emily instructed her, “My dear slave, undress for my guests and show yourself properly.”

With little resistance Amy obeyed, surprising herself. There was just enough reluctance to make her disrobe slowly, which she didn’t realize made it all the more erotic looking to the audience. Her fingers fumbled with the tie behind head that held up the dress. When she finally undid it, she practically froze as the dress slowly slid down her body and to the ground.

The dress was low cut so she hadn’t bothered wearing a bra. She was no longer bashful about being naked, those days were now far behind her. She in fact worried she would start forgetting to get dressed in the morning and casually walk around nude.

She then shoved her thumbs into the sides of her panties and pushed them down as well. She slipped off her shoes and stepped out of the pile of clothes. Now she was naked in front of all these free women, slave naked. Free one moment, slave the next.

When she put her hands down by her sides Dr. Ranger corrected her, “No, no girl. Present yourself properly. Hands on head and turn around slowly so my friends can inspect you.”

Amy obeyed, with diminished hesitancy now. Deliberately she turned around in a circle, listening to the comments both good and bad. Somehow the positive comments pleased her , while the negative ones made her feel like she needed to improve.

“Now bend over and show off the goodies.” Amy complied and turned around to show her ass, then bend over till her hands touched the ground. Her hands moved behind her to spread her pussy lips for the women to scrutinize her pleasure holes. The obedient girl listened to their comments, “She’s still looks nice tight.” “Her pussy lips are nice and small” “I see your mark shows off nicely”

“Yes, it doesn’t look as crisp as it should. Its an acid brand so they can fade.” Replied Emily. “It needs something to keep it in good condition.” Amy’s mistress then pushed three of her fingers inside the slave girl. Amy moaned as the unexpected pleasure was given to her. She couldn’t help but wiggle her hips and push against the pleasure digits to increase her enjoyment.

She was getting close to orgasm when the fingers were withdrawn. “Mustn’t indulge your slave too much, or they get spoiled.” Emily laughed.

Amy was now feeling very frustrated, the denial of orgasm made her want to climb the walls. She was almost ready to jump on top of the nearest phallic shaped object. When Dr. Ranger dismissed her, she only unsteadily walked away to her sister’s SUV that she had borrowed. She didn’t even realize that she had forgotten her clothes and purse when another slave approached and handed her forgotten personal affects.

Once inside she closed her eyes and took deep breaths to calm herself. She listened to the radio for a little bit to get her mind off being a slave, and when she was much more relaxed, drove away still naked.

She was still distracted and she took the wrong turn and found herself going in the wrong direction. She tried the vehicle’s GPS but it was telling her she was on the moon. Amy tried her phone but she hadn’t recharged it the previous night and it died on her. Her sister was into modern technology, so she never had a map in her glove compartment, or gloves. She saw a sign for an ACME Livestock Sales and drove in to the parking lot.

The store’s sign was laying on the ground off to the side, and she saw only a couple of trucks, but a neon sign said ‘Open’. She entered and was greeted by an artificial voice saying, “Hello, are you buying or selling?” There didn’t seem to be anyone around and the place showed definite signs of undergoing renovation. She looked around and called out to see if anyone was around. It seemed to be deserted, so she looked around for a landline phone, she found one but it was dead. She looked into an office and found the papers referring to Big Al’s Slave Center, which gave her shiver of nervous excitement.

Big Al’s was a local entrepreneur whose idea was to replicate Big D’s of Texas in Alberta. He had some of his own ideas he wanted to try out, but the initial enthusiasm of his investors had cooled off, and without payment, the contractor refused to do finish the work. While he tried to find new financing, the project had stalled and the lone employee, who hadn’t been paid, simply walked away without locking up.

Amy walked around the store, noticing the “Stand Here” signs on the floor with white footprints lined up in front of a desk. She had no idea what they were for, maybe they were for people to wait for service. Walking over one of them she heard a slight “click” and a slight vibration under her feet. She walked on; her curiosity piqued. She looked back at the sign on the floor, wondering what might be concealed under the floor. Maybe what she heard had nothing to do with the sign.

She absentmindedly walked onto another of the signs, having not noticed it. Again, she felt the click and looking down saw the sign below her. Curiosity got the best of her and she placed her feet on painted footprints on the floor. Suddenly, a pole with two dildos sprang up out of the floor underneath her dress and found her twin entrances. A little more slowly they pressed into her pussy and ass, their passage eased by the tips of the dildos excreting lubrication. The dildos were on a curved plate just wide enough to sit on, with a clit tickler to completely stimulate the victim. The inventor called it a Pussy Pole Trap, guaranteed to make the most difficult enslavement a breeze.

Amy was completely taken by surprise, sucking her breath at the invasion, she was trying to process what had just happened. But before she could form a thought, the dildos began to vibrate. Soon Amy was being overwhelmed with pleasure. Her mind couldn’t form any thoughts, just pleasure existed. The girl moaned loudly and began riding the Pussy Pole Trap, only thinking of her own delight.

She rapidly came to orgasm with loud moans of pleasure. Having been pleasantly machine raped, she tried to get off. In doing so she initiated the “Capture” program, both dildos spread metal panels, the idea taken from the “Pear of Anguish” (1), a medieval torture device. Amy was now trapped in the device, and the vibrations intensified. She was no more now than a puppet with her controllers’ hand inside her.

A recorded voice started to speak. ‘You want to be a slave, you need to be a slave, you ARE a slave. Accept and be happy.”

Amy’s brain exploded with ecstasy, she was in a world of her own, and that world was pure pleasure. She had no more thoughts, just her enjoyable torture. She was hit with one, two, three more orgasms. The enslaver droned on, “You are a slave, there is no more options for you. Become what you were meant to be.” Amy couldn’t resist, the machine had taken all her will power from her. “Say you are a slave and you will be released.”

“Yes, yes, I am a slave!” she screamed out. And with those words the Pussy Pole Trap retracted. But only enough to bring her to her knees for the “Pear” was still open, keeping her trapped. She felt like her brain had melted, she couldn’t form a cohesive thought. She felt something metallic go around her neck. This was an automatic collar installer, however no collars had been loaded into the machine so all that happened was the installer had clamped itself around her neck and then released itself thinking it had just locked a collar on her.

Somewhere in her semi-consciousness state she heard a voice saying, “Welcome to your new life, welcome to slavery. Please sign or use your thumbprint on your enslavement form.” Finally, the “Pear” leaf’s contracted and the trap retreated completely into the floor, waiting for its next victim. Amy now slumped onto the floor onto her side, blissfully happy and satisfied like never before in her life.

It seemed longer, but it took over an hour, before Amy finally was able to stand up. Her mind was cloudy and the last thing she remembered was saying yes to slavery. She looked around and the building was still empty. She looked behind the enslavement desk and found an enslavement form printed out. The building didn’t have a chip reader at the door installed yet, so her arrival wasn’t logged by the store computer. Thus, the form was printed without her name or Slave ID number.

She unsteadily wondered around the empty store in a fog, she came upon the auction block, and thinking herself a slave to be sold mounted it and started doing her slave positions. She had only learned slave positions from SlaveTV and had never really practiced them. And that, along with her unsteady state, made her attempts at them looked like she was drunk. She could hear the auctioneer’s spiel and imagined the non-existent crowd’s appreciation for her display. But, in fact, there were voices, an auctioneer’s sales pitch and other voices calling out their bids. Amy didn’t know it but standing on the block had activated a recorded make-believe auction. The idea had been to get woman to preform on the block to convince, or entrap, women into slavery.

After a few minutes of preforming for a few field mice that had entered to building, Amy, who still couldn’t remember her name, went into the back where the slave pens were and laid down. Waiting for her new master to come and collect her.

She awoke a couple of hours later. She realized she was all alone and she should leave and find a master. In a fog she walked back to her car. She drove for a while, not sure where she was going. Eventually, she used the GPS to find the closest slave center. It turned out to be the HCI store in Calgary that she had so much experience with. She followed the instructions, driving naked to the store. But now with the window open, and the stiff cold breeze blowing on her face, she started to regain her sense of self.

But she continued driving to HCI, forgetting why she was going there. She walked in, still naked, and the store greeted her with, “Hello, welcome back Amy #267-456-873, please go to the enslavement desk to be processed.”

Amy wasn’t sure why she was there so she wondered around a little. She was approached by a clerk she hadn’t seen before, “What are you here for? Your naked, so are you here for enslavement, or just a grading?”

“Ah, no, sorry I don’t know why I came in here.”

“You probably want to be enslaved but to nervous to say so. Come with me.” And the female clerk grabbed Amy’s arm and led her to the enslavement desk.

Amy finally found her voice, “I’m sorry I’m not looking to be enslaved, my head just got messed up. I’ve been here a couple of times so in my dazed state I came here as a someplace familiar.”

The clerk wasn’t convinced, she went right up to Amy and felt her dripping pussy. “Your slave hot and wet right now. I’d say your ready for enslavement. I think its your best option right now. If you weren’t thinking of it, you wouldn’t have come here.”

“No, I, I, I…” Amy stammered.

The clerk was looking at her computer pad and said, “Yes I see you’ve been here twice before; you had a hold placed on you previously and there was a recent enslavement judgement on you.”

“Yes, that’s true, but…”

“Well once a slave, always a slave, you can’t walk away from it. Its not something you can just come and go from as you please.”

Amy felt her freedom was slipping away, and that thought was making her excited. But she made a stand nevertheless, “It was temporary, I was legally released.”

“Look your confused, slavery is your only real option now. Your too messed up to be free. Admit it, you’re just a slave waiting for to be auctioned to a master, then all your problems will be over.”

It was starting to sound inevitable, maybe she should just give up and be enslaved. “I, I don’t think so.” She stammered out, but unable to walk away.

Then the clerk brought out a slave collar, not a store collar, a real slave collar. Amy’s knees went weak, ready to assume the position to be collared. “Lets just get this over with. You’re just stalling, and taking up too much of my time.”

Someone slapped Amy’s ass hard, “How soon is this little darling going to be ready for auction? Or can I buy right now?”

“She’ll be ready for the block within the hour. She hasn’t been graded, but she looks Prime so we’d prefer to auction rather that do a private sale.”

“Well can’t you make an exception.” The large, rather unkempt man put his arm around Amy, cupping her nipples. “You don’t have her enslaved yet, maybe I should just take her for myself.”

“Not in this store you can’t.” And the woman buzzed security on her pad. The man raised his voice as the security came over.

The security guards tried to restrain the man and he became aggressive. In the melee Amy got pushed aside, and the violence of the situation, woke Amy up. While everyone attention was diverted, Amy slipped away. The door instructed her, “Halt, return for enslavement Slave Amy.” But no warning siren wailed as Amy ran to the car and drove off faster than she should have. She was half way home before she remembered she was still naked so she parked on the side on the road, and put her green dress back on.

Amy no longer hoped she would feel safe once she was back home again, the fact that she had said ‘Yes” to slavery gnawed at her. Months of struggling to push away her slave feelings, only to have them return upon another encounter with slavery. But now the fact that she had accepted slavery, even if forced into it, felt like it had branded itself on her soul even more than the slowly fading brand of Dr. Ranger’s.

1) https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pear_of_anguish

[Toywhispers]

I love this story and your writing. Both revised and original are amazing. Honestly though reading your works at first, and a few others, always gets my anxiety up with these adventures. Personally I wish there was more with Amy and Dr. Ranger and end together. Please keep up your amazing writing and the adventures in this world.

[openmouth-tongueflat]

Oh, that is a wonderful trap! It has the best proposition a trap can have: deep down you know what's going to happen, but don't you just want to be trapped? And then the automated direction towards self-enslavement, just the most undignified way to enter into it: not even tempted by another pushy person but by your own uncontrollable submissiveness.

I've followed this story for a long time, and I'll be honest that I've sort of gotten lost in which part or version of the story I'm on. But the individual submissions always have that same feeling, and they're always so exciting and interesting to read even when I can't or don't want to connect it to what I remember.

I think it's really nice! And also there's something about driving naked lol

[Belinda]

I really loved your first version of the party. However the embellishments you included in the revised version made a totally new story. Her forced strip tease and slave heat it created in her was so delicious. Dr. Ranger's chemical brand still quite visible for all to see adds to the feeling she will soon surrender to her ultimate in life. I am sure your intent is to leave your reader drooling for more. If that is the case you have achieved that in spades. Another fine piece of literature.

[Fixitman8267]

I have read both the original and the revised versions. I noticed a few things from the original that would fit in the revised version. Despite the grammar and punctuation errors, I keep coming back. I did notice an inconsistency; you said Amy went through a week of training with Mr. McTavish. Wouldn't that include the slave positions? You never included her actual training. I think you should expand on her training with McTavish and the time she spent with Dr. Ranger after the mock sale. Then in the last chapter, I am certain you said she only learned them from SlaveTV. I can see where she would have learned them originally from SlaveTV but would have learned more from McTavish during her week of training.