Cassie's Downfall Pt. 04

[RegressedNegress]

This story is set in the universe written about by Carl_Bradford, Joe_Doe_Stories, GentlemanMariner, MrSmith27, Avicia, ZZchromosome etc., where non-hereditary slavery has been legalised under the 34th Amendment in the US, but this story takes place in the UK.

Everyone in this story is over the age of 18, and the entire story is fiction set in a fictional world. No human beings should ever be treated as property.

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Chapter 4 – Into the fire

Cassie looked out at the city from her flat’s kitchen, which sat high above the nearby buildings. The streets were bustling below but they could barely be heard. The sun was starting to set and the city was readying itself for the upcoming student nightlife. Cassie never tired of the view, which was better than the reverse view of piled up pans and dishes in the kitchen yet to be washed; An impressive pile considering they had only moved in a week ago.

It was the first weekend of university freshers week and after the initial ice had been gently broken between her and her new flatmates, they had decided that they would go on a night out on the town. She was still in her pyjamas, sipping her tea and standing at the window, enjoying the calm before what would be the storm. She’d already bought various bottles of cheap spirits and mixer. All that was left was to apply her makeup and get dressed up before the flat pre-drinks would start. She finished her drink, added the mug to the pile of dishes, then made her way to her room.

The room was small, but it was cosy. A long desk, a wardrobe, a comfy double bed and her own small en-suite bathroom. All around the room were decorations of fairy lights, lamps, and various plants; Cassie’s personal touch to the room. She sifted through her wardrobe looking for something to wear for the night, and settled on a green low cut shirt which teased her cleavage, a tight black skirt which came down just below her bum, a pair of tights, and black leather boots. It definitely wasn’t enough to keep her warm but she hoped the alcohol in her system would help. As she applied some light makeup to her face in the bathroom, she heard the muffled shouts and general loud talking of a couple of her flatmates in the corridor making their way to the kitchen.

As she applied the final touches and donned her outfit, the kitchen had become abuzz with activity. Not wanting to miss out she quickly grabbed her supermarket bag of alcoholic drinks and made her way towards the developing party. She opened the door and she was greeted by loud music blasting from somebody’s speaker while everyone sat round sipping their drinks and making awkward small talk while scrolling their phones. “I need to get drunk fast,” Cassie thought to herself.

That wish was perhaps about to be fulfilled when Abbie, an incredibly posh girl from somewhere rich down south piped up. “Let’s play Never Have I Ever!”
Cassie internally groaned as she knew how awkward they could be and didn’t yet feel drunk enough to expose her secrets, but reluctantly she agreed and soon the five of them were all sitting around the small kitchen table. The flat consisted of 3 girls and 2 guys. The girls were Cassie, the posh girl Abbie, and a shy British-Indian petite girl named Anika. The two guys were Liam, a tall handsome Irishman from Cork, and Simon, who had a rugby player’s build and was a somewhat local student.

“Ok I’ll start,” Liam said with an awkward laugh. “Never have I ever, broken a bone.”

Cassie looked around and only Abbie, Simon and herself took a sip of their drinks.

“Alright, who’s next?” Liam asked.

“Ok, I guess we’ll go clockwise,” replied Abbie. “Errrmm, never have I ever been blackout drunk.”

The game carried on for a few laps of the table, Cassie drinking for some, not drinking for others, switching to less diluted spirits as it went on so she could get drunk faster.

“Never have I ever had sex with an ex.” Simon said.

Ok, the barrier has been broken and now the first sexual question has been asked, Cassie thought, these games only head in one direction from here. Only Abbie and Simon drank.

Liam was next. “Never have I ever had sex in public.” Cassie’s thoughts were realised, there was no going back now. She considered the question but wasn’t quite sure sucking off a slave handler in a back room in front of her friend quite fitted the spirit of the question so she opted out of drinking. Everyone looked round to see who was drinking and to their surprise, only Anika drank. “Oo Anika you naughty girl,” she exclaimed with a laugh. “Where was it?”

“Lots of different places,” Anika replied quietly.

Abbie sensed that she didn’t want to go into excruciating details of her sex life just yet so she left it there. “Never have I ever been caught having sex.”

Only Liam drank and everyone laughed, including him. “Me mam walked in on me getting a blowjob from a girl I was seeing at the time. I’m not sure if it was more embarrassing for her or me. You’re next, Simon.”

He thought for a moment. “Never have I ever had a threesome.”

Cassie thought of herself as quite sexually liberated, but she was yet to take a drink for any of the sexual questions. Her ex-boyfriend would often suggest inviting his friend round to double team her while she was playing slave but it never happened, mostly because she thought his friend was a sleeze. Abbie and Anika drank.

“It was one time at a party and I was very drunk,” Abbie announced with a laugh. Anika didn’t say anything.

It was now Cassie’s turn. “Uhm, never have I ever done anal. Giving or receiving,” she clarified, looking toward the boys.

Anal was still something she had refused to do. Maybe she would if she found the right guy, but she didn’t want to give in just because of how normalised slavery and pornography had made it. She looked around to see Liam, Simon and Anika taking a drink. Nobody felt any need to push them further on it.
It was now Anika’s turn, and it was clear she was struggling to think of something she hadn’t done that would be suitable for the game. Everyone was patient with her as it was evident she was shy.

“Ok, erm, never have I ever… faked an orgasm,” she finally announced. Cassie and Abbie both drank, laughing as they did so.

“My ex was awful in bed,” Cassie laughed. “I could have been going all day and wouldn’t cum.” She felt herself loosening up now as more alcohol entered her system and she got more comfortable around her new flatmates.
The game continued for a little longer but they soon ended their game of oversharing to nearly-strangers. A few quickly retreated to their rooms to freshen up and then they set off as a group into the lift and down into the city.
As they left the building lobby the air was cool but manageable for an autumnal night, even if it was only made manageable by the alcohol in the system. Especially the girls in their somewhat short skirts and dresses.
As they walked the streets they passed over groups students, first years just like them who had also just met for the first time. There was a vibe in the air of excitement, of new possibilities.

There was also an air of horniness. Legalised slavery had created a hyper-sexualised society, and now thousands of 18 and 19 year olds had just left home for the first time and flocked to the same areas. Cassie had noticed the amount of guys checking her out as they walked past; Eyeing her up like a piece of meat and not even hiding it. Most girls would have had to endure a slave grading in order to secure the loans required to go to university, and the guys were well aware of that and imagining what the girls they walked past looked like naked and collared.

They walked past a group who openly made comments about the girls’ tits, followed by similar comments about their asses as they got a rear view. The girls said nothing, not giving them the satisfaction of a reaction. Nor did Liam or Simon, not wanting to start a potential fight when heavily outnumbered.
They entered a busy student pub, well known for its indie and folk live music scene, and found one empty table in the corner.

“I heard this was the place to be,” Liam said over the noise, to nobody in particular. “Right, what are we all having?”

Everyone quickly gave out their drinks preferences and thanked him for buying the first round, and he gestured Cassie to follow her to the bar. “Am I fuck carrying 5 pints and making a tit of meself when I drop them,” he laughed.
The pair walked up to the bar, it was packed. She looked to her right and saw a guy glancing at her. He was strikingly handsome, definitely her type. She looked back at him and gave him a slight smile and returned to focusing on the task at hand. Liam had made his way to the front and tried to get the attention of the bar staff. The place was clearly understaffed.

“He your boyfriend?”

Cassie was startled as a voice suddenly spoke to her from behind. She turned. It was the same guy who was glancing at her.

“No, my flatmate,” she replied. “It’s our first night out, we’re freshers.”

“Cute. You having fun then?”

“I guess so, the night hasn’t really started yet. Are you a fresher as well?”

“No, second year. I’m here with my course mates,” he said, pointing over to a small group of guys at a table a few over from hers. “You’re cute. Can I buy you a drink?”

She smiled. “Thanks but he’s actually ordering us a round, I’m just here to help carry them.”

“Ahh, shame. Well, if you fancy that free drink later you know where I am,” he said with a cheeky wink. “Can I have your number at least?”

She couldn’t believe how forward he was, but she had enough alcohol in her system that her inhibitions were loosened and she certainly was attracted to him. “Sure,” she replied, and grabbed his phone. She put the screen to his face to unlock it, created a new contact under her name and added her number, before handing it back to him.

“Cassie. Cute name.”

“I didn’t catch yours?”

“Adam.”

Cassie saw Liam beckon her over. “It was nice to meet you, Adam.” She went over to the bar and grabbed two drinks while Liam managed with three, and they quickly rejoined their friends at the table.

The pub continued to get busier and louder, and a band got up on the small stage and started playing. They were enjoying the music, but they were struggling to talk to each other, so they were content for now with just drinking and listening to the band. One round of drinks suddenly became two, then three, then four. Cassie found herself needing the toilet and left the table, spending an age trying to find where they were through the crowd.

Simon shouted out to the rest of the group, “You know, it’s decent music and everything but do you want to try the bar across the road? I heard they do nice cocktails.”

“Ok!” Replied Abbie. “We should wait for Cassie though.”

“Of course, let’s go wait outside where it’s less stuffy and we can have a smoke, I’ll message her that we’re outside.”

The gang all headed to the door, and five minutes later Cassie finally returned. The table was already occupied by new faces and Cassie was confused. “Had they left without me?” She thought to herself. She checked her phone. Shit, it was dead. She walked to the exit and as she left she had just missed them walking into the bar opposite.

She walked back in, and over to the table where her friends where, when she suddenly spotted Adam from before.

“Hey Cassie, you finally want that drink I offered?”

“Hey. Sorry, no,” she replied, flustered. “I’m looking for my friends, have you seen them?”

“Yeah they left about five minutes ago. Did they leave without you?”

“It looks like it. And my phone has died so I have no way of messaging them.”

“Do you know your way home?”

“Not really.”

“Well I’ll be leaving soon but why don’t you stay for one drink with me, and I’ll walk you home.”

She couldn’t deny he was charming her. “Ok, one drink,” she said, smiling.

He ordered two drinks and he found an empty wall in the corner of the pub for them to lean against. “What you studying then?” He asked.

“Biomed, you?”

“Maths. What made you pick Biomed?”

“I wanted to be a doctor but I didn’t get the grades so here I am,” she said with a laugh. “What made you pick maths?”

“Masochism, apparently,” he laughed back.

The conversation continued, Cassie slowly nursing her drink to make it last longer. Her concern regarding being abandoned started to fade as she found herself genuinely enjoying Adam’s company. Maybe it was the alcohol, but the conversation flowed freely and the topic of conversation quickly diverted from simple icebreakers.

“You know, the people working at this bar are slaves?” Adam said.

“What? Really?”

“Yeah, the pub runs charity nights and it uses the money to purchase girls who find themselves enslaved and ‘frees’ them. They’re still technically slaves but they’re allowed clothes and they earn a wage which they receive when they’re free. People say the pub landlord fucks them but that’s just a rumour.”

“That’s crazy. Do people touch them?”

“No, they get barred if they do. It’s a good system, it works well and working here sure beats whatever else they might have been forced to do.”

“Are you anti-slavery then?”

“I guess so, I’ve never been to a rally or anything but I support the cause. Did you have to get slave graded?”

“Yes, I went with my friend.” She had a mixed feeling of anxiety and excitement in the pit of her stomach as she remembered the craziest day of her life. It didn’t feel real that she had walked down a busy city street completely naked with her friend like it was apparently the most normal thing in the world. She thought pictures and videos of her walking nude down the street would end up on the internet for all her family and friends to see. But as far as she knew (and she had certainly looked hard), there was no trace of that day’s events anywhere online.

“I hope I’m not being too invasive but, what grade did you end up getting?”

“I don’t want to boast but, prime,” she replied with a proud smirk. She certainly wouldn’t have given that response sober, and if he wasn’t attractive.

“I can see why,” he said, winking. “You’re stunning.”

Cassie didn’t reply, she just smiled and took another swig of her drink which she finished off. She knew he was probably trying to picture her naked – she didn’t mind.

“You know, I probably have a spare charger at my place if you need it. It’s only a two minute walk away.”

“Is that you asking me back to your place?”

“Obviously,” he laughed.

“You know what, sure,” she replied, trying to appear nonchalant.

He quickly finished his drink. “Shall we?” They placed their bottles on the bar and staggered through the crowd until they made their escape into the fresh air.

It was cold but the alcohol in their system kept them warm. He put his arm around her, she didn’t mind it. She also didn’t stop him when his hand slipped down towards her bum. Adam was right, it was only a two minute walk. They arrived at a small terraced house, and after struggling with the lock, they were both inside. They quickly started making out in the hallway, his hands on her waist and her feet on tiptoes and she raised herself up closer to his height.
She broke the kiss. “Is anybody home?”

“Nope, just me. My housemates aren’t back until next weekend.” He led her to his bedroom. “Wait here, I’m just quickly going to the toilet.”

She sat on his bed while she waited for him. She looked over at the cabinet at the opposite side of the room and she spotted, to her shock, a slave collar and cuffs amongst a pile of loose clothes. She went over and inspected them. She wondered why he would own a collar like this, especially one of such high quality.

Adam returned and saw her standing with the collar in his hand. “Oh, err, about that.”

“I thought you said you were anti-slavery.”

“I am, I swear. It’s just, you know, a bedroom thing.”

“You like girls pretending to play slave-girl for you,” she laughed, wrapping it around her neck pretending to wear it.

“I suppose. Is that such a crime?”

“I’m playing with you, it’s fine. Bedroom only, that is.”

“It looks good on you by the way.”

“Oh yeah? Should I wear it for you then?” She said winking at him. She wrapped it properly around her neck and struggled to buckle it at the back.

“Here, let me,” he said, stepping behind her and fastening it expertly.
She hadn’t worn a collar since her slave grading, but it had also been so long since she had ever had sex without wearing one. She hated that deep down it turned her on. It went against everything she stood for. She felt guilty that she secretly enjoyed acting out what she knew was a horrifying experience for so many poor girls out there. She felt an excitement rising in her as he fastened the collar around her neck.

“It looks good on you,” he said to her softly, before a stern look came over him. “Strip.”

The command surprised her. He had said it so sharply, like something had suddenly changed in him. She thought she would have some embarrassment in showing off her body to him for the first time, but without thinking her arms quickly went to her shirt and she was pulling it off as she simultaneously kicked off her shoes. Next she unbuttoned her denim skirt and it fell to the floor followed by her tights. She stepped out of them and stood before him in just a bra and panties, as well as his collar. He looked at her near-nude body with an almost disinterested demeanour, his hands in his pockets. He wanted more and she knew it.

She felt his eyes like lasers on her chest as she reached around to the clasp on her bra and unhooked it. The bra came loose and fell from her shoulders, revealing her tits to him. Her hands then went to the waist of her panties which soon joined her bra on the floor, leaving her completely nude in front of her temporary master. He took a moment to take in the sight of her, the shy way she stood before him. He could sense her desire to cover herself with her arms, but with no instruction from him she obediently kept them at her sides.
The feelings of exposure she felt in the lobby of the slave grading centre came back to her as she felt him evaluating her body. She stood still as he reached out and cupped her left tit, and then her right, groping them and judging them. It seemed he liked what he saw and felt, because a big childish smile drew across his face.

“Wow, your body is amazing!”

She smiled at his enjoyment of her nude form. “Thank you… sir.” She wasn’t sure if he wanted her to call him Sir, but the smile he returned told her he did.
His hands reached around to her back and slid down until his hands found the cute globes of her bum, and giving them a squeeze he pulled her into him and embraced her in a tender kiss. The tenderness was short lived though as he gave her ass a hard smack, which she secretly enjoyed.

She felt his hands slide up her back and onto her shoulders, where he applied a firm pressure and she quickly got the message as she felt herself being pushed down. She obediently dropped down to her knees before him, her face level with his crotch. She looked up at him and saw the hunger in his eyes as a naked slave girl knelt before him, ready to serve.

“Please may I suck your cock, master?” She said with a smile trying to play the role well.

“Yes, get it out slut.”

The insult shocked her a little, but she got to work unbuttoning his jeans and pulling down the fly, feeling his hardening cock beneath. He started to groan as she rubbed his cock over his underwear. She then pulled at the band of his boxers and lowered them until his hard cock sprang free, nearly hitting her in the face. It wasn’t the biggest cock she’d ever seen, in fact she hadn’t seen that many at all. She estimated it was about 6 inches but she’d have no way of knowing without a ruler.

“Show me how a slave whore sucks cock.” He really seemed to be enjoying the power he had over her. She wondered how many other girls had worn the same collar she wore now, kneeling naked before him while he called them sluts and whores.

Memories flooded back of her slave grading, and she felt a heat inside her ignite as she thought back to sucking off the slave wrangler in a back room. At least this time her best friend Sophie wasn’t watching on.

One hand reached for the shaft of his cock and started stroking it, while the other cupped his balls. She moved forward until the tip was at her mouth, the aroma hitting her nose. The smell didn’t repulse her, but the many drunken toilet visits were evident.

She took the tip into her mouth and swirled her tongue around the head, eliciting a groan from her temporary master. She felt a hand on the back of her head applying pressure while he pushed more of his cock into her mouth. She wanted to be in control of the blowjob but in her current state she also felt a deep desire to please him so she gave in and let him use her mouth as he wished.

“Back hands,” Adam ordered. Normally an order given before a slave is restrained, but in this case his just wanted her hands out of the way so he could use her mouth fully. She quickly complied, boxing her arms behind her back.

She shaped her mouth and tongue to wrap around his shaft and provide maximum pleasure as he thrust his cock in and out of her mouth with increasing intensity. The head of his cock was pushing against the entrance to her throat, and as it got more lubricated with her saliva she relaxed her throat to allow the invader in.

She looked up at him and felt strongly the power he had over her – His collar around her neck and his cock down her throat while he used her face like a fleshlight. She hated herself for how much she was getting turned on, like she was betraying her own anti-slavery sentiments.

The look in her eyes as she looked up at him told him everything. She was his.
He pulled back out of her mouth. A line of spit still connected mouth and cock while she panted to regain her breath, her hands still behind her back.
“Wow, you’re incredible, slave,” he said, kicking off his shoes and removing his jeans.

She smiled at him. “Thank you, master.”

“Bend over the bed, I’m going to fuck you now.”

She didn’t need asking twice, crawling over to the bed and bending over the low bed, her knees still on the floor while her body rested on the mattress. Her legs were spread and her back arched, making herself available to him.
She couldn’t wait to feel him enter her, and her wish would be granted when she felt him behind her, placing a firm hand on her back while the other hand held his cock to guide it into her. She felt the prod of his cock between her cheeks and suddenly it found the tight ring of her asshole. She didn’t say anything, assuming he’d just accidentally aimed too high, but then he did it again, and started to apply a firm pressure. She quickly jerked forward.
“No, no, not my arse.”

“What sort of slave slut doesn’t do anal?” he replied, shocked.

The question annoyed her. “First of all I’m not a slave. Just because I’m wearing a collar doesn’t mean you can do whatever you want to me.”

“I know, I know. Still though, what girl in this day and age doesn’t do anal?”

“Well, me. I’ve never done it.”

“Ok, ok. Well if you ever want to lose your anal cherry let me know.”

“Very funny, I’m sure I wi…” her sentence was cut off by the unexpected feeling of his cock sliding easily into her pussy. She was so wet she didn’t need warming up.

“Just because I can’t fuck your arse doesn’t mean you can’t serve me, slave,” he said, getting back into his role as master.

“Mmm, your cock feels so good master,” she panted into the sheets, loving the feeling of him sliding into her. Despite the name-calling of ‘slut’ and ‘whore’, her sexual experiences were fairly limited. It’d been a long time since she’d been taken like this.

Adam grabbed her hips and started to pick up the pace, the room filling with the sounds of their moans which drowned out the creaking of the bed. He looked down at the sight of her perfect little ass, her tight pussy gripping his cock and the inviting cute little virgin asshole above. How badly he wanted to fuck it. This was the first girl he’d ever taken back to his room and wearing his collar that had refused him her asshole.

His hands started to rain down hard smacks onto her ass cheeks as he continued to fuck her, her skin turning a bright red as it bared the assault. She didn’t mind being spanked, but it was teetering just on the edge of manageable for her. She took them without complaint except for a few whimpers leaving her mouth.

“Do you like that, slave?”

“Yes master, punish me,” she replied, giving him what he wanted.

“What am I punishing you for, slave?”

At first she was confused by the question. “Erm, not letting you fuck my arse, master?”

“Exactly, a good slave is a three-holed slut.”

He was clearly too influenced by porn to think every girl should give up her ass, she thought. But she was willingly bent over a stranger’s bed slave-naked and collared getting pounded, now wasn’t the time for a feminist introspective. She just wanted to get her (and his) rocks off and indulge in an extremely guilty pleasure of hers.

“Sorry master, …maybe next time you can train me to be the perfect anal slut for you.” She told him what she knew him wanted to hear, knowing it would drive him wild, and she was rewarded when he started pounding harder into her with a renewed vigour hitting all the right spots.

Adam was lost in a world of ecstasy as he fucked his new slave girl with everything he had. Cassie was one of the most beautiful girls he had ever seen and he couldn’t believe he had her bent over his bed in his collar. The sight of her face moaning as he fucked her drove him wild.

“Fuck, slave, you feel fucking incredible. Are you ready for my cum?”

A panic shot through her. “Yes master, but I’m not on the pill, please don’t cum in me.” She didn’t want to get pregnant from her first weekend at university.
Adam was disappointed, but he was certainly happy with plan B. He quickly withdrew his cock and grabbed her hair pulling her up into a kneeling position, her face level with his cock. She quickly understood what he planned to do and readied herself, closing her eyes and tilting her face upwards to give him the best possible target.

He stroked his cock inches from her face and the sight before him as she waited for his cum sent him over the edge almost immediately. With the other hand still firmly holding her hair he pumped rope after rope of cum onto her face. The first left a line of cum from her nose to her forehead, the next from her cheek to her ear. The next few covered her lips and the final few spurts landed on her chin and neck. He looked down at her and was proud of his handiwork, the result of having not cummed in a few days.

He tapped his cock on her cum-covered lips and she opened them to allow his cock inside. She sucked gently on the sensitive head, tasting the cum from her lips. Gingerly she opened her eyes, thankful that somehow none of the cum had got in them. She looked up to see a very happy looking Adam and she smiled.

“You look beautiful, slave.”

She giggled. “Thank you master. Thank you for gifting this slave with your cum.”

Adam used his cock like a paintbrush, rubbing his cum over her face to places he’d missed, her face getting messier. The degrading nature of the act wasn’t lost on her as he marked his territory, marking her as his. For a staunch feminist, the strongly male nature of this act was intoxicating. She continued to kneel with her arms behind her back and face upturned, letting him do as he wished with her. He stopped to look at her, and happy with his handiwork he pushed his cock into her mouth for her to clean.

*****

Cassie was suddenly awoken, unaware where she was, to someone getting changed at the foot of the bed.

“Ah you’re awake,” Adam said. “I’ve only just remembered there’s an event I need to help run this morning at the Students’ Union. I can’t get out of it unfortunately.”

She was coming to, still feeling groggy from the night before. Her hands went up to her neck and she felt something tight around it, a collar, and the memories came flooding back. She felt a deep level of shame at the way she’d willingly played slave girl, especially on a one night stand.

“I would say you should come with but you probably want to freshen up first,” he said with a laugh. Her hand went up to her face and she felt the thin crust of his dried cum which covered it. She couldn’t believe she’d slept with his cum still all over her face. “What a slut!” she thought.

By this point he was fully dressed and was putting on his shoes and coat.
“I really wish I could stay, I had a great night last night. You can see yourself out, the front door self-locks so you don’t need a key. Feel free to hop in the shower. Hopefully we can do this again some time.”

“Yeah,” she said with a polite smile. “Have fun.”

With that, Adam was out the door and soon left the house, leaving her all alone in the strange house, still naked and collared. At least her clothes were in the corner of the room.

She reached over to her phone which had been charging overnight, and she opened it up to a flood of messages from her housemates asking where she was. She replied to let them know she was fine and that her phone died. She put the phone back down which then began to buzz with notifications which she didn’t check.

She rested for another 5-10 minutes, feeling sorry for herself in her slightly hungover state, before finally rising out of bed. She noticed a small mirror on the dresser and examined her face. She looked like a total mess. She grabbed a hair bobble from her bag and tied up her hair, unable to give it the proper treatment she knew it needed. Her face didn’t look cum-covered, but she could certainly feel it and didn’t want to walk back to her flat in that state.

She found a stack of towels in his wardrobe, and made her way to the bathroom. For a house full of boys it was surprisingly clean, she thought to herself. It took a while but she figured out how to operate the shower and stepped under the stream. Her hair could wait until she got home but for now her face and neck required the most attention. It felt good to finally rid her face of the crusty mess. She realised she was still wearing the collar, but it probably needed a clean anyway so she left it on while she washed herself.
Feeling rejuvenated, she stepped out of the shower and proceeded to dry herself, tossing the towel into a laundry bin in the corner of the bathroom.
“God I’m hungry,” she thought to herself, and she decided to see if there was anything to eat in the kitchen before she left. She could have got dressed first, but she was enjoying the feeling of walking around this empty house slave naked.

She walked down the hall and into the living room/kitchen area, and wait straight to the cupboards to look for some bread to make toast.

“Oh hi. Didn’t know we had a slave here.”

Cassie squealed loudly. And froze. Time seemed to stand still for an eternity while her brain tried to figure out what to do. What could she do? In that moment the only defence mechanism her brain could come up with was to ride it out, play along until she could find a way out. She turned around and saw the source of the voice — A guy sat casually on the sofa drinking a coke.
“Errr, sorry… Erm. Hi… sir.” Her brain struggled to get any words out. “Yes… Errr, Adam hired me for the night, but he had to go out.”

Cassie had no idea if what she was doing was stupid, but she calculated that it would be less embarrassing to just pretend she was a real slave girl than a free girl caught slave-naked in a stranger’s house. She then realised that part of that role would involve being way more comfortable standing naked in front of a stranger than she currently was.

With trepidation, she raised her hands and placed them on the back of her collar, spread her feet apart, and curved her back pushing out her tits. She was completely on display for his viewing pleasure.

“Well I’m Olli, Adam’s housemate. You’re new to this, aren’t you?”

“Y-Yes sir, how can you tell?”

“I can tell how uncomfortable you are right now being naked.” Olli’s eyes felt like lasers as she watched him stare at her body while she held her humiliating pose for maximum exposure. “How did you end up becoming a slave?”

She realised she had no backstory so had to quickly improvise. “Err, I indentured myself a week ago to pay off some debts, sir.”

“How long is left on your contract.”

“Just 6 months, sir.”

“Well since Adam isn’t here, I have a job for you. Don’t worry, it won’t require being bent over and reamed,” he laughed, and though she didn’t return the laugh she did feel a sense of relief. “Follow me.”

He stood up and she dropped the position she was holding, following him as he left the room. “I just need my stuff moving from the car to the house.” He opened the front door, and she realised he wanted her to walk out of the house. She panicked a little, and considered telling him this was all a big mistake and she wasn’t actually a slave, but she felt like she was in too deep to back out.

Olli stepped out, and she reluctantly followed him out of the house. She expected the car to be on the driveway but unfortunately for her she watched as he walked out onto the opposite side of the street where his small hatchback was parked.

“Am I seriously doing this?” she thought to herself, but one bare foot kept stepping in front of the other and before she knew it she was standing out on the street completely naked. The collar was her only protection – it settled her status as “just a slave”. She hoped that anybody who saw her wouldn’t think twice about her nudity, even if they did have a good look at her body.

She stood and waited while he opened the boot of his car and rummaged round. She looked around, and while the street wasn’t busy, there was more activity than she liked. A girl who looked like a student walked past, glued to her phone. She looked up to take a casual glance at the naked Cassie, and with the subtlest of eye rolls, went back to looking at her phone. Cassie then saw a middle-aged man walking his dog, not making any effort to hide the fact he was staring at her. She knew that showing any sort of embarrassment would only give the man more enjoyment. To sooth her own mental anguish she tried really hard to mentally internalise the fact she’s a real slave. Without conscious thought she found her arms slithering behind her back and her tits being thrust out towards him. As he got close he quickly took his phone and took a few pictures of her, chuckling to himself. Not knowing what else to do, she stood and continued to pose for him.

“And one from the behind,” he said nonchalantly, doing a twirling motion with his hand. She spun around and moved her arms to her front so he’d have an unobstructed view of her ass. She felt less exposed only showing her ass to him than her full front and face. She heard his phone take a few more pictures of her. “Go on then, show me the goods.” She knew what he wanted and quickly bent at the waist, reaching back with her hands to spread her cheeks. With her pussy and asshole on show, and the familiar sound of his phone camera, her full exposure was now complete. She had no idea what he was going to do with the pictures, hoping to god he wouldn’t post them online and they would just be for his ‘personal use’, though even that thought made her shudder. “Cheers love,” he said as she watched him continue his walk along the pavement with his dog. She released her ass cheeks and straightened up.
Olli seemed nonplussed by the whole event, having spent the whole time organising the boxes and bags in his car. He lifted up a large but luckily lightweight box and handed it to his new helper slave. She grabbed it happily, grateful for anything to cover herself with. Now just her ass was on display. Oli grabbed a couple of bags and made his way back to the house, Cassie following close behind. She placed the box down in his bedroom and once again they were back out onto the street. This repeated multiple times, luckily there were not too many people out on the street to see her, but she did spot a few people staring out from their front windows.

The whole time she was plotting her exit strategy, how would she get out of this situation she found herself in. She considered coming clean and admitting she wasn’t a real slave, but she didn’t know how he would take that, or if he’d believe her. It certainly didn’t seem like he had any plans to fuck her, she thought. He had barely paid attention to her nudity and hadn’t touched her once, interested only in clearing out his car. She thought that maybe he was gay. One thing she did know is she needed to get back to Adam’s bedroom so she could put her clothes back on and leave. The sooner she could help empty the car the sooner she could redress and escape.

She was so focused on completing her task quickly that every time she walked back out onto the street she almost forgot about her current naked state. She continued to get stares from random passersby but she would walk focused and determined to the car, collect as many bags as she could manage and then briskly walk straight back to the house.

After the sixth or seventh trips to the car, she finally saw Olli close the car boot as he handed her one final box and she felt relief flood over her as she followed him into the house and stacked it onto the other boxes filling his room. Olli lay down on his bed to relax after all the heavy lifting and Cassie took that as her cue to plot her exit.

She stood to attention, her arms behind her back, tits pushed out and legs spread. “Thank you for allowing me to serve you, sir. I…” She was interrupted by the sight of Olli unbuttoning his jeans and removing them, followed by his boxers, revealing his flaccid cock. She didn’t know what to do so continued to stand at attention while she watched him stroking his soft cock as he looked at her body.

This continued for a few minutes until he clearly started to get frustrated. “Come here and get me hard, slut.”

“Yes, sir,” she replied, not expecting the insult. She didn’t know exactly what he wanted but she climbed onto the bed and knelt between his outspread legs. She took his soft cock in one hand and his balls in the other, massaging them. After a couple of minutes of this she finally felt his cock hardening.

“Use your fucking mouth as well,” he said, frustrated. She was scared of his slightly aggressive tone, but she did as he asked. She lowered her head and began licking his shaft and balls, then pulled back his foreskin and gently licked the tip. This seemed to do the trick. She took his cock entirely in her mouth, her lips around the base of his cock, and she felt it getting larger and harder. As much as she hated the situation, the feeling of a cock hardening in her mouth always excited her.

As his cock reached full erection, she began to bob her mouth up and down his cock, one hand stroking the shaft in rhythm with her mouth and the other still massaging his balls.

“Fuck, you’re good with your mouth, slut.”

She didn’t respond, continuing to suck his cock – Be a good little slave for him until she could plot her escape, she thought. Suddenly she heard the sound of an outbound call, and looked up to see he was on his phone. She recognised the sound, she knew it was a video call.

“Jamieeeee, what’s up?” Olli started.

“Not much, just at mine. What’s up?”

“You’ll never guess what I’m up to. Hang on, I’ll switch to the rear camera.”

Despite the humiliation of it all, Cassie kept sucking, but she refused to look up towards his phone.

“Holy shit. Who is that?”

“I dunno man, just some slave Adam hired apparently.”

“She’s an actual slave?”

“Yeah legit. I just got back to the house and she was here alone, prancing round completely naked. Had her helping me unload the car and now here she is sucking me off.”

“She any good?”

“Considering she’s only been a slave for a week, yeah.”

“Reckon you can loan her out?”

“Shit you can come over and try her out here if you want.”

“Yeah? I’ll ask Josh as well. The three of us should have some real fun with her.”

“Sounds like a plan,” Olli replied, and Cassie began to panic.

“Cool, I’ll throw some clothes on and we’ll be there in about 15 minutes.”

“Cool, see ya.”

The call ended. Cassie’s situation was turning from bad to worse. She needed to get to Adam’s bedroom before the other guys arrived. She needed to quickly make Olli cum so he’d let her go.

“Sir?” Cassie asked stroking his cock, playing up the role of an obedient slave the best she could. “Do you want me to quickly make you cum now so you can cum again for me later on?” She purposely posed the question to seem like she was incredibly eager.

“Sure slut, show me what you’ve got.”

She took no time delaying and dived straight back down onto his cock. Her mouth and hand worked their way down his cock quicker than ever, and she pulled out every technique she knew to help him blow his load as fast as possible. She looked up at him to give him seductive eye contact, only to realise he still had his phone out and was recording her humiliating display. Memories came flooding back to the blowjob she gave during her slave grading, and she once again found herself staring into the lifeless eye of a camera lens.

She started to hear Olli faintly moan, and from the way his body was tensing up she knew he was close to cumming. She prepared for the eruption in her mouth but instead he withdrew his cock and quickly got up onto his feet and stood above her jerking his cock. She got the message and knelt up so she was once again level with his cock. She looked up at him only to see his phone still in his hand recording her. Despite being close it took him a while to jerk himself to completion. Cassie quickly spat on her thumb and reached between his legs for his ass. The moment she found his asshole she circled it with her thumb. This seemed to drive him crazy and he started shooting his load immediately. Her face was quickly splattered with his hot load, though it was nowhere near as huge or as thick a load as Adam’s, she thought. He thrust his cock back into her mouth to clean, which she apathetically accepted. He stopped recording, but not before taking a few pictures of her covered face.

“Wow, you were great, slut,” he said catching his breath

“I’m glad I could be of service, sir,” she lied. “Sir, if it’s ok, I would like to quickly serve Adam and clean his room for him before your friends arrive and fuck me.”

“Sure, slut,” he said, checking the time. “They should be here in about 5 minutes so be quick.”

“Yes, sir. Thank you sir,” she said and quickly left his room. She walked down the hall and into Adam’s room, where she quickly shut the door and locked it.
Ok Cassie, focus, she thought to herself. She located every item of clothing she had in the room and threw them on the bed. Her underwear and tights were too time consuming, so she threw them in her bag along with her phone. Quickly she donned her skirt and shirt, and struggled with her shoes but they too were soon on. She checked herself in the mirror. Shit, she thought, she was still wearing the collar. Her hands fumbled with the buckle at the back, but with a struggle she loosened it and threw the collar on the bed. She looked around the room and then saw her escape route – the window. Luckily Adam’s room was on the ground floor.

Noticing she still had a minute or so before they’d arrive, she noticed a pad of paper on Adam’s desk and decided to quickly leave a message.

I am not a real slave this is all a big misunderstanding, ask Adam. P.S. If you post that video of me anywhere on the internet I will make sure you regret it.

She left the note on his bed where they would easily find it, and unlocked the door. Just at that moment she heard a knock at the front door. Shit, that must be his friends, she thought. She ran to the window and opened it wide then attempted to climb out. It was a tight squeeze, but as she heard the front door open and the sound of multiple voices, she managed to slither through the gap and dropped out onto the grass below.

She ran. She ran faster than she ever had before, out onto the street that just 30 minutes ago she was standing on completely naked. She ran until she reached the street corner, when she finally stopped and caught her breath. As she slowed to a walk she passed a girl who gave her a disgusted look, and after some brief confusion, she realised she still had Olli’s cum on her face. Needing a quick solution, she started to scoop the cum with her finger from her face to her mouth. God what a disgusting person I am, she thought to herself as she degraded herself further. She took out her phone to navigate back to her flat, only to realise she was 3 minutes away. She briskly walked until she saw the familiar building, and with a sigh of relief, stepped inside.

To be continued…

[CommodorRaptr]

This story was a welcome surprise. Glad to see that Cassie got out of there unharmed I wonder what will happen next...

[chrwy01]

This story was a welcome surprise. Glad to see that Cassie got out of there unharmed I wonder what will happen next...

It's taken me a while to complete this chapter just due to general life commitments, but I've been slowly writing it in the background. It certainly wasn't abandoned! The story is now up on Literotica as well.

[imreadonly2]

Great story... I always liked the idea of being caught playing a slave, and then having to keep up the ruse. And having to go outside, and her humiliation at doing so, was a particularly nice touch. Thank you for the story!

[Mr. Smith]

Great chapter! I loved the slave/master roleplay. I can imagine this happening in bedrooms all over the world. Cassie definitely has a calling for the collar, showering in it and then wearing it downstairs while naked when she could have removed it. In Texas it is illegal to impersonate a slave in public which Cassie just did by going outside and moving the boxes inside and posing for photos. Although a first offense is a misdemeanor it carries a mandatory minimum of 180 days enslavement sentence. I wonder if the UK has a similar law? I suspect there has been a report of a runaway slave with Cassie's picture on the wanted poster. What will the authorities do when they discover the truth?

[Mr. Smith]

I suspect there has been a report of a runaway slave with Cassie's picture on the wanted poster. What will the authorities do when they discover the truth?

Well, given that she represented herself as under a six month indenture with Adam as her owner, perhaps she will be threatened with a judicial enslavement and everything that goes with that, unless she signs a six month indenture with Adam as her owner.

[Mr. Smith]

The FINO allows committed couples to publicly explore their master/slave roleplay/relationship. So many possibilities here. I'm looking forward to where the author takes us in the next installment.