Intro to Slavery

[CommodorRaptr]

This is a 1 part story. Follow up parts may happen if enough people like it. It is based on the legal slavery stories originally created by Joe Doe and led on to many authors on this platform. My story has, like most, it's own special touches to the universe and it's world. The setting is mentioned as being after 30 years of legal slavery and that with enough outcry from the population slavery was now entirely a volunteer thing and as a result is now slowly dying.

Intro to Slavery

I honestly can’t believe that I let Beatrice convince me to take this class. It was an exclusive class of sorts as you needed to be 18 to be in it and some students weren't able to take it as they’d only turn 18 halfway through the year. The class itself wasn’t all that interesting and featured a lot of sexual content. Some days we’d just watch videos that were “supposed” to be educational but were really just porn.

I actually find it odd that the class itself still exists as the subject of slavery is dying out. Yeah, you heard me, after 30 years or so of slavery it was now finally dying out. The public outcry had reached such a high level that slavery was practically finished. No more mandatory slave gradings for expensive colleges, universities or even loans. No more unfair enslavement tactics with “if you're caught pretending to be a slave then you can be made a slave”, none of that. No more ways to be forced to be a slave. Now the only way was by choice, volunteering and that wasn't happening much. Prison sentences were the same length as slavery alternatives too. So there wasn't really a reason to go suck dick for 3 years with little to no human rights or stay in a cell with 3 hot meals and a bed for 3 years. There was the odd person here and there that did choose slavery as a great way to pay off debts or fulfill some secret fantasy.

Since there was little money to be made a large majority of stores closed down and the few that did remain open were few and far between and were likely only months if not weeks away from bankrupting. HCI, the renowned Human Commodities International, was still kicking but with much fewer locations across the world, and that’s exactly where our final exam takes us.

A still in operation HCI facility. The place was massive, it had a large warehouse complex where they store the slaves in cages, all the areas of intake and processing had multiple doors for trailers to hook into and run through slaves with quick efficiency but that was all in the past. Sure they still received slaves from other locations but it was more and more rare and most facilities closed down their transport services. We got to the main lobby area, it's a clean white tile, light grey walls environment. You’d think it was a regular office building, until you see the many advertisements for slavery packages and essentially propaganda about how great slavery is and how it's the best choice for you. Wow they were getting desperate, I wasn’t falling for it but Beatrice might.

Beatrice or Trix that she insists I call her by has been my best friend since kindergarten. We were both gamer girls and loved to get down on some Call of Duty, Halo or the occasional Fortnite. Besides that, she and I couldn’t be more different as two people. She is a very socially confident person and I am just not. She always had a new boy toy every week that would “pound her hard” as she kept telling me even though I really did not want to know and that I should let her wingman me so I can pop my cherry. I was in no rush to get a penis in my vagina and I was totally fine spending my nights studying. Is there a part of me that is somewhat jealous and that I touch myself when she calls me and gives me great details on how this guy fucked her? Yes there is but I’ll never tell anyone about it and that’s that.

I wouldn’t be surprised if she would volunteer as a slave for a few years, hell I wouldn’t judge her at all since her grades are such shit. I’m honestly surprised that she hasn't flunked an exam or failed a course yet. But me I couldn’t, like yeah it might be fun for awhile but fantasies can only go so far until you realize what mess you're in. Which is probably what most volunteer slaves think after a few days. Nevertheless some still do it. I wont lie and say that I don't have some fantasies of being forced against my will to suck a man until he cums in my mouth and then fucks my ass sore before shoving me in a cage for the night just for it to happen again the next day but again, it's a fantasy that I can very well fulfill without signing my life away, if I can find a guy willing to do that and him not think I’m crazy.

Slavery terms now are also shorter than before and offer many more options and permits applicants to select a variety of limits that buyers must respect. The shortest possible term is one week. Again, no matter how hot it may be to play the role of sex slave locked away I’m pretty sure that after the second or third day when the arousal wears off that I’d realize what a bad idea that was. It also helps that horny juice is now an illegal substance and facilities that are caught with it can be immediately shut down and have hefty fines or even jail time. There are ways to get it for yourself but it's extremely dangerous to acquire given its illegal nature and it is basically a truth serum mixed with heavy amounts of viagra for both men and women.

We’re all waiting in the lobby area looking at the TVs and pamphlets when our guide arrives and… oh boy. I should have known.

The guide is a late 40s, maybe early 50s tall bald man with broad shoulders and quite the forearms. He wore a simple HCI polo shirt with a sleek pair of blue jeans. Next to him stood an I’d say 20ish girl that wore absolutely nothing besides a thick leather collar with the little box on the side meaning it's a shock collar, matched with similarly thick leather wrist and ankle cuffs… and that’s it noth… nothing else… her breasts and vagina are just hanging out…she’s up there smiling like it's her birthday or something.

“Welcome students of Mathew-Martin High school. I’ll be your guide today for your visit through our facility. You'll be able to witness a true slave grading performed by our very own slave girl. I’ll let her introduce herself. Amy, tell the students about yourself.”

“Yes sir.”

God that disgusted me, all the boys in the class were just drooling over this girl who for some reason volunteered for this crap. Beatrice was herself looking in lust at her. I mean, like don't get me wrong cuz I’m no lesbian or anything but like I can appreciate a good looking woman. Like yeah, she has a bright face with a nice comforting smile, her short black hair is put in a neat ponytail so it doesn't get in the way if she was to use her mouth, her breasts are not small but not huge I’d say a good C cup at least with nice size nipples, she has sports a bit of curves but is still in excellent shape, her vagina is shaved bare with her slave I.D number temporary tattooed on top. Like she’s hot okay! But I’m not a lesbian! Moving on!

“Hi young Sirs and Ma’ams my slave designation is 320-45-0453 or just 0456 for short. I am also known to be referred to as Amy or Slave Amy. Do you have any questions about me?”

All the sudden every boy had their hand up. One was chosen by Amy.

“Why did you choose slavery?”

I had to admit that I was wondering too. Like why?

“I get this a lot and for me it's so simple,” she began. “Slavery had always been a fantasy of mine and I played it out with a few partners in the past but I could never seem to get that true feeling you know, that true moment when I felt like a slave. In my past life I was always so concerned about a multitude of things like grades or my job or do I have enough money for rent or just overall social anxiety. I gave it some thought for sure and after about a month of second guessing and saying how a stupid idea it was I finally showed up here and voluntarily signed my rights away.”

Blabbering of follow up questions came out from nearly everyone.

“One at a time! Raise your hand if you have a question! You all know better than this!” yelled our teacher.

Quickly the noise went down and hands rose in droves including mine. Amy picked me.

“Don't you regret it? Living without freedom for however long your term is? What do your family and friends think of you?”

I could hear the audible groan of some of the guys and our teacher.

“Hmm, well I can understand why you ask. It's not very common to want to live without freedom. I have certain freedoms in that I can choose limits of how my slavery works and what can and can't be done to or with me. But at the end of the day I’m a slave, say I’m woken up one morning and my owner shoves his dick through the bars of my cage and orders me to suck it till he cums in my mouth as ‘breakfast’? Well there are some days that I don't want to but I have to resign myself that I’m a slave afterall and this is my life for now. Most days though I love it!”

Well that made sense I guess. I can respect her opinions.I can compare it to school or a job, sometimes it sucks (pun NOT intended) to have to go school but eventually summer or the weekend arrives and it's all worth it.

“As for your other questions, no, I don't regret it whatsoever. It allows me to live in a way that I never thought possible and I should have done it much earlier in my life. My term itself is of 6 months, I do 6 months of service and then take a 6 months vacation. Since I don't have a lot of limits my price is higher than most. I was sold for 250,000$ last year. Today I’m here to be reassessed as per any new or returning applicant.”

Damn! That’s a quarter of a million right there and she gets 30% of it too. 75 000$! She must live in top of line luxury for that 6 months vacation! That lucky bitch! Well I guess she does pay for it by being a sex slave for half the year but still, damn!

“And for your last question, my family and friends? Well I don't really care honestly. I’m happy, I live a fantastic life full of the things I love and I get to do it on my own terms. I don't know about you but I prefer what I do than going back to work at my old boring call center job I had. Anyone else have questions? Don't be shy!”

Her answers had me in a bind. She didn't care, couldn't care. She lived her life to the fullest. Her dream life was not a dream, it was reality. Maybe she is one of those who volunteer for it and discovers their purpose in life in slavery. The dwindling population of slaves were made of those people. People who lived better as slaves. Who couldn't live as regular people. That having nearly all freedoms taken away was in itself freeing to them. Maybe she is one of them… I wonder if… if I could be like her… maybe that’s all I need… A jump into the unknown, not looking back and not caring… maybe… maybe I…

I was shaken out of daydreaming by Beatrice touching me saying.

“You okay? You’ve been staring at nothing for the last 5 minutes, silly.”

“Y… yeah I’m okay. Just spaced out I guess… sorry.” I replied flustered

“Now students, we have a special opportunity for one of you.” Began the guide while he reached for something behind him. “One of you will have the opportunity to be officially slave graded with Slave Amy! We will draw from this bowl here and the name that is chosen will have the choice to take the offer, if not we’ll go again. How does that sound?”

Chatter began like nothing else. Boys talking about how they want a slave not to be one. Girls laughing amongst themselves and challenging others to just volunteer or bragging on their oral skills or lack of.

“We’ll let Amy here pick a name to see who will be her new slave sister or brother for the day.”

Amy’s hand went into the bowl and retrieved a name and she opened the small piece of folded paper.

“Liam!”

Suddenly everyone turned to Liam and began encouraging him. Some boys made jokes about how they'll fuck him in the ass or make him suck their cocks. Sounded like these guys are secretly gay to me but they'll never admit that. Then Amy started taunting him.

“Come on little boy, if you're a good slave with me I promise to suck your cock so good you'll never want to be free again. Come on, you want it. Don't you?”

Liam politely declined to the dismay of the totally not gay bullies and Amy.

“Alright then, settle down, pick another name Amy.”

Amy’s hand was about to make contact with another piece of paper when I did something I never thought I’d do. “God I hope this isn't a mistake” I told myself just milliseconds before…

“I volunteer!”

To say that the place was silent was an understatement. I’m pretty sure we could hear the air particles move as everyone turned and looked at me. Next to me was Beatrice with mouth agape unable to process what happened. The entirety of the class was. Thankfully this dead silence was finally broken.

“Well come on up young lady! I didn't think it would actually happen to be honest but here we are! Come over here you brave little one!” said the guide

This was the moment and I took all my anxiety and told it to shove it. I walked up to the guide with Amy next to him, my future slave sister. All eyes were on me.

“What’s your name, little lady?”

“Andrea, sir”

“Oh you seem well trained already, I like that. For now however I’m gonna go over some basic information and make sure you agree to all of it. It's all here in this declaration.”

He handed me a clipboard with a pen at the top, it had a single page with a bunch of sentences. There was a line at the bottom for me to sign. He also had one and began going over them.

“I submit myself to adorn the role and social status of a temporary slave.

“I will obey any order or direction given to me by my acting superiors being any staff member of HCI.”

“I understand that the HCI staff are here for my benefit and will do their jobs with professionalism.”

“I understand that as a slave I will be required to be naked at all times unless weather interferes with my health or safety at which point I will be provided with appropriate clothing.”

“I understand that my collar and cuffs will not be removed under any circumstances unless for health reasons and that they are there to help the staff secure me in any way deemed necessary for my safety and theirs.”

“I understand that the collar I am wearing can be used to punish any disobedience with the use of powerful but not harmful electrodes. Any staff member will shock me if deemed necessary.”

Well… this is quite the list. Part of me in the current moment thought that this wasn't really happening. But no, it sure was. I kept cool and with everyone’s eyes on my next move like I was in some reality drama show I grabbed the pen and signed.

“A round of applause for this brave volunteer!”

You know it was actually pretty nice I’ll admit to be applauded like this. It doesn't ever really happen so I’ll take it.

Our guide left for an instant and returned with a shock collar and the same black leather cuffs as Amy. “Now first things first. Strip!”

That’s when it hit me. What the fuck am I doing. The entire class, especially Beatrice, was encouraging and also cat-called me in all sorts of ways, each one more vile than the last. I froze there in place unable to move, my mind going 100 km/h. Why did I do this? I can’t chicken out now! What will everyone think? How much of a scaredy cat I am! My life was nice and quiet. Why did I do this? Why? WHY?!

I thought I was hiding it pretty well but apparently Amy caught on and provided some much needed assistance.

“Calm… down…” She whispered in my ear. Her voice was like one of an angel. Immediately I felt an immense weight off my chest. Her hands were caressing my body, and without warning she began to grope my breasts and rub her fingers on my vagina. I melted at her touch. Suddenly I wasn't standing in front of my classmates and best friend about to disrobe, no, I was in bliss being soothed by a voice so soft and so warm. My body was reacting to her touch by gently going in rhythm with her fingers.

Then she said, “Be a good girl for me and take it all off and we’ll have more time like this.”

Amy pulled away and I was left in such a haze of arousal that all I could think about is more of Amy’s glorious touch. I kicked off my shoes, began taking off my sweater, then my pants, my socks, as I kept going to my bracelets and earrings a voice in my head kept going with; “What are you doing? Stop! This isn't you! Stop please!” But I ignored it and it felt so good to ignore it.

Then I was left with my bra and panties. I stopped for an instant, Amy came close yet again.

“Why did you stop? You're so close… don't you want to be good to me? I reward those who are good to me?...” Her hand was just hovering but ever so slightly touching where my slit is. Saying I was on the edge would be lying, I was about to explode.

She pulled away and I tore off my underwear like I was in my room and not in front of a group of people. Amy came back to me and began wrapping cuffs on my wrists while the guide did my ankles. I hadn't noticed but there was a small integrated padlock on each cuff. I wasn't taking these off anytime soon, and that was totally fine with me. Next came the collar. This was special, I knew it and everyone else, so I did what everyone else was thinking, I dropped to my knees like a good slave girl should. Amy wrapped the collar snuggly around my throat and locked it. I Immediately felt the counter weight of the electric box. At that moment a small amount of fear got to me hoping the guide wasn't going to show a demonstration.

“Alright, well done. As you know you each filled out your own personal slave limits in the event that you were ever enslaved of your own volition, having your list Andrea we will now proceed with the grading. First things first, examination.”

So much for those lists to be confidential like they said. I should be glad that I was honest with myself as most probably weren't especially the boys who were mocking all the possible kinks people have and making disgusting lists for fun.

As for the tattoo I wasn't really scared of it as it was only temporary and I’m sure glad they stopped doing brands. Brands stopped the moment slavery became strictly a voluntary program, surprisingly not many people want to have a permanent mark burned on their ass. The tattoos provided a barcode and the slave’s full number. Either scanning the code or entering the number would show the slave’s file with limits, term duration and any important information.

A leash was clipped to mine and Amy’s collar and led by the guide we arrived at a doctor's check up room. It had a cushioned bench to sit or lay on and a few instruments for physical examination. The bench featured some carabiners that were placed oddly but then I remembered where I was and it all made sense. The doctor showed up a few seconds later, she looked younger than I expected, probably late 20s. She sported the classic white doctor's coat and had what looked like a slightly larger IPAD. She had her blond hair put up in a strict bun and wore big black rimmed glasses. She took the leashes from the guide, Amy was immediately unclipped but I wasn't. She tugged on mine and led around the bench and then tugged again to get me to climb on it.

“Get on all fours we can begin.” There was no empathy to her voice, she was strict and true. Not someone to mess around with.

I climbed on the bench and quickly Amy and the doctor began attaching the carabiners to my cuffs making me completely unable to move. My leash was also tugged and forced my head down on the cushioned surface which embarrassingly propelled my ass in the air.

“Now the first examination is to verify if the slave is a virgin or not. It's a simple examination of the hymen, which let’s be real here. I'm sure you’ve all popped your cherry by now and…”

She stopped in her words, because as she was explaining she put on a surgical glove and was inserting some fingers in my vagina. But when she realized the truth it must have taken her by surprise a bit.

“Well looky here. You haven't, it seems. Why is that slave?”

It took me a second to understand that I was supposed to answer and I realized too late. The “nice” doctor tapped on her pad and for a long 3 seconds I felt the most painful pain I've ever experienced. I wanted to scream but couldn’t for some reason.

Once I recovered I immediately went to answer her but couldn’t let a word out, only faint whispers.

“Looks like I left the devoicer command on, here, go on slave.”

Yeah, this collar was pretty high tech, it wasn't just a shock collar, it could also devoice slaves, take away certain motor functions and more. I saw some videos in class of the collars being able to reward slaves with the most explosive orgasms!

“Sorry Ma’am. I’m still a virgin because I’m in no rush, I want to find the right person for me and my vagina.”

As soon as the last word of that came out I realized how cheesy it was. But it was my truth, or at least what I kept telling myself.

“How romantic, well I can tell you that plenty of people out there pay top dollar for the chance to deflower a slave. If you decide to do a term or service you could get lots of dough. Also it's not a vagina, it's a pussy or a cunt, this ain’t medical school here.”

As all this was happening her fingers were still in me. She wasn't even trying to turn me on but she was. But then she pulled them out.

“Now, getting back to it, I will continue with examining her ass. It's a bit hard to see but I can tell just by looking that her butthole isn't very stretched, depending on her limits I can recommend her for a plug once she’s sold. Speaking of… let’s see…”

Damn it. Why was I so honest?

“Anal play is on the table with you little slave. Now I am going to recommend and insert a plug level 1 in her. This will help her get slowly used to stuff going back there and will soon be ready for a level 2 or 3.”

There is not enough lube on this planet that could have made this easier. The good doctor slowly but still firmly twisted and inserted the plug in my ass. It felt gigantic for a level 1.

“Moving on to the tattoo, this must be done with a clean shaven pussy which this little cunt obviously doesn't have.”

Hey! I keep it trimmed at least!

“We use this specialized skin safe cream that eliminates all hair molecules with ease. The only thing is that it's not pleasant.Thankfully we can mute her.”

Yeah, she wasn't joking, the moment a splash of that cream was applied I felt like my pussy was on fire. The pain seemed to be subsiding when I began feeling more and more but around my asshole instead! Why was she doing that there too?!

Once the pain did finally dull out and she cleaned off all the remaining hairs she undid the carabiners and had me adopt the present position. We had to know all positions by heart, some were made for different genders but this one was pretty basic. Kneeling with legs spread, hands on head, back straight, thrusts the breasts out.

Once she had me there she grabbed the tattoo gun and turned to the students.

“This tattoo is especially designed for skin absorption. The ink itself is made of a perfectly safe substance that will dissipate and melt into the skin a bit after the term is up.”

She then began approaching me with the gun. My mind went straight to “wait how long till this tattoo will fade? Is this a real one? It looks real…”

The gun made contact with my skin and I felt a quick but sudden sting and then nothing. I looked down like everyone else andI had it. My Slave I.D. 184-450-3816 and a pretty little barcode.

Next up was the physical. The good doctor had me stand on a scale, measurements, perform some basic exercises like running, jumping jacks, push ups (I could barely do one) and took it all down on her pad. Once she was done she put my hands behind my back, locked my wrists together, clipped the leash back on and had me kneel on a mat next to her. She then showed the class my slave statistics that were now part of the system and also viewable by anyone. Great…

Name: Andrea Miller

Slave I.D: 184-450-3816

Age: 18

Race: Caucasian (White)

Height: 5’ 4”

Weight: 127 lbs

Hair color: Light brown (natural)

Virgin: Yes

Anal virgin: Yes

See slave’s limits for more info

“Now unfortunately we cannot continue with the grading at this time seeing as we didn't plan for anyone to actually volunteer for this and it's getting to be late so we’ll have to send you all home for now hopefully we’ll see some of you soon.”

Oh damn. I was kind of enjoying myself here but all good things must come to an end I suppose. I began to get up but was swiftly forced back on my knees by Amy.

“Oh no, not you sister. You get to spend the weekend in cages. With me, that is… if you want to…”

Yes! Yes a million times yes. That little voice inside my head was saying the exact opposite but I kept ignoring it. This was another dream come true.

My classmates left and I saw Beatrice take one last look at me biting her lip and squeezing her legs together. It didn't take a genius to guess she was terribly jealous but I didn't even know as I was just too mesmerized by Amy and imagining what she'd do to me inside that cage.


We were both led by our leashes, walking with great anticipation to my cage where I would get that reward that Amy talked about much earlier. We arrived at the cage, my wrists were unlocked and my leash unclipped, same for Amy. We entered the cage. It was more of a cell that was of rectangular shape of about 10 feet long and 12 feet wide with a generous height of about 7 feet. There was a simple bed with no blanket, just a decent looking mattress.

“So what should we do sis…”

Before I could finish my Amy threw me on the bed and began to insert two fingers in my pussy. With the hairlessness it felt so much more sensitive. My eyes rolled behind my eyes as I was nearing an orgasm.

“Don't you want to be my sister slave with me for 6 months? We’d have sooo much fun together. Imagine waking up everyday like this.”

Her offer was tempting but the rational part of my mind could see past the hornyness I felt. But I was slowly losing that grip of rationality.

“No… I…I don't want to… I have studies and… I…”

“Fuck your studies! Look at what you’ve accomplished in just a few hours! You went from a boring shy girl to a wet little slut. You’ve always wanted this. Don't lie to me… don't lie to yourself.”

It was getting hard to breathe so I simply affirmed her statement with moans of pure hot pleasure. Then she stopped, I woke up from the bliss and began to panic, she couldn't stop, she could not leave me on the edge…

“Wait please! Please don't stop! I need to cum! Please, please, please, please…”

“What will you do for me if I let you cum? Will you be my sister? 6 months of pure sexual pleasure between me and you? If you say yes I'll let you cum…”

Now this is when the rational part of my mind should have kicked in and a part of it was but I was misinformed, you'll see why in a moment.

“Yes! Yes I'll do it now make me cum please!”

“Perfect…” Amy’s tone suddenly changed from seductive to casual, as if she had turned a switch off. “We got her.”

“What…? You got me…?” I was still a bit dazed but this sudden shift made me come to my senses.

“Yes we got you you dumb slut.”

The guide came back with a plastic bag and began unlocking Amy’s collar followed by her cuffs. At this point I was awakened from my sex trans and put two and two together. These guys think they got me to self enslave.

It was an old trick that people would use on others, it was evil really. You get the person so aroused and you keep them on edge for however long necessary and have them agree to be the other’s slave. Back in the day, either admit to wanting to be a slave or act like one that’s all it took but I knew better, or at least I thought I did.

“This is illegal, you can’t enslave me like this. This won’t stick.”

“Actually it will,” said the guide, “I’m sure you think you're a smart girl but you forgot one thing. You think we’re enslaving you with the simple pretence of you admitting to it and that is partially true there’s one thing you kids always forget. Once you enter a slave facility and sign the declaration you accept to be temporarily enslaved for up to a week if your grading takes that long. Since you're already a slave by all technical terms we can't trick you into enslavement but we can motivate you to extend your stay. Once you're done with the grading you'll be sold to the highness bidder for 6 whole months.”

“But… but why are you unlocking her? At least let Amy stay with me?... please…?”

“Oh honey I’m not a slave, I’m an actor and damn good at that.”

The full situation sank in and it was a flurry of emotions going all at once. I began tearing up but before I could let a tear fall my body felt a wave of pleasure. No one touched me, Amy had left the cage and was now fully dressed. Wha…?”

Another wave hit me and I fell off the bed to all fours trying to understand what was happening to me. I looked up to the guide with a pad holding his finger on it. Then it clicked, the collar can control pain, physical functions, speech… but also pleasure, you can keep a slave under a constant state or arousal. It is literal torture as all the slave will be able to focus on is the possibility of another wave that MIGHT send them over the edge but really won’t, ever.

I looked to see Amy walk away in her heels simply saying;

“See you in 6 months slut, if you're a good girl for your owner, maybe I'll make you cum.”

The end.

[jessmartin]

Great story, I would like to see more, both a direct continuation, and other new cases in this post slavery world.

[timerider]

Great beginning, do continue the story.

[CommodorRaptr]

I honestly don't really know where to take it from here. I wrote this in one night when the idea just popped up in my head. I'm glad that you like it tho.

[Roy Jasper]

This is a 1 part story. Follow up parts may happen if enough people like it. It is based on the legal slavery stories originally created by Joe Doe and led on to many authors on this platform. My story has, like most, it's own special touches to the universe and it's world. The setting is mentioned as being after 30 years of legal slavery and that with enough outcry from the population slavery was now entirely a volunteer thing and as a result is now slowly dying.

Intro to Slavery

I honestly can’t believe that I let Beatrice convince me to take this class. It was an exclusive class of sorts as you needed to be 18 to be in it and some students weren't able to take it as they’d only turn 18 halfway through the year. The class itself wasn’t all that interesting and featured a lot of sexual content. Some days we’d just watch videos that were “supposed” to be educational but were really just porn.

I actually find it odd that the class itself still exists as the subject of slavery is dying out. Yeah, you heard me, after 30 years or so of slavery it was now finally dying out. The public outcry had reached such a high level that slavery was practically finished. No more mandatory slave gradings for expensive colleges, universities or even loans. No more unfair enslavement tactics with “if you're caught pretending to be a slave then you can be made a slave”, none of that. No more ways to be forced to be a slave. Now the only way was by choice, volunteering and that wasn't happening much. Prison sentences were the same length as slavery alternatives too. So there wasn't really a reason to go suck dick for 3 years with little to no human rights or stay in a cell with 3 hot meals and a bed for 3 years. There was the odd person here and there that did choose slavery as a great way to pay off debts or fulfill some secret fantasy.

Since there was little money to be made a large majority of stores closed down and the few that did remain open were few and far between and were likely only months if not weeks away from bankrupting. HCI, the renowned Human Commodities International, was still kicking but with much fewer locations across the world, and that’s exactly where our final exam takes us.

A still in operation HCI facility. The place was massive, it had a large warehouse complex where they store the slaves in cages, all the areas of intake and processing had multiple doors for trailers to hook into and run through slaves with quick efficiency but that was all in the past. Sure they still received slaves from other locations but it was more and more rare and most facilities closed down their transport services. We got to the main lobby area, it's a clean white tile, light grey walls environment. You’d think it was a regular office building, until you see the many advertisements for slavery packages and essentially propaganda about how great slavery is and how it's the best choice for you. Wow they were getting desperate, I wasn’t falling for it but Beatrice might.

Beatrice or Trix that she insists I call her by has been my best friend since kindergarten. We were both gamer girls and loved to get down on some Call of Duty, Halo or the occasional Fortnite. Besides that, she and I couldn’t be more different as two people. She is a very socially confident person and I am just not. She always had a new boy toy every week that would “pound her hard” as she kept telling me even though I really did not want to know and that I should let her wingman me so I can pop my cherry. I was in no rush to get a penis in my vagina and I was totally fine spending my nights studying. Is there a part of me that is somewhat jealous and that I touch myself when she calls me and gives me great details on how this guy fucked her? Yes there is but I’ll never tell anyone about it and that’s that.

I wouldn’t be surprised if she would volunteer as a slave for a few years, hell I wouldn’t judge her at all since her grades are such shit. I’m honestly surprised that she hasn't flunked an exam or failed a course yet. But me I couldn’t, like yeah it might be fun for awhile but fantasies can only go so far until you realize what mess you're in. Which is probably what most volunteer slaves think after a few days. Nevertheless some still do it. I wont lie and say that I don't have some fantasies of being forced against my will to suck a man until he cums in my mouth and then fucks my ass sore before shoving me in a cage for the night just for it to happen again the next day but again, it's a fantasy that I can very well fulfill without signing my life away, if I can find a guy willing to do that and him not think I’m crazy.

Slavery terms now are also shorter than before and offer many more options and permits applicants to select a variety of limits that buyers must respect. The shortest possible term is one week. Again, no matter how hot it may be to play the role of sex slave locked away I’m pretty sure that after the second or third day when the arousal wears off that I’d realize what a bad idea that was. It also helps that horny juice is now an illegal substance and facilities that are caught with it can be immediately shut down and have hefty fines or even jail time. There are ways to get it for yourself but it's extremely dangerous to acquire given its illegal nature and it is basically a truth serum mixed with heavy amounts of viagra for both men and women.

We’re all waiting in the lobby area looking at the TVs and pamphlets when our guide arrives and… oh boy. I should have known.

The guide is a late 40s, maybe early 50s tall bald man with broad shoulders and quite the forearms. He wore a simple HCI polo shirt with a sleek pair of blue jeans. Next to him stood an I’d say 20ish girl that wore absolutely nothing besides a thick leather collar with the little box on the side meaning it's a shock collar, matched with similarly thick leather wrist and ankle cuffs… and that’s it noth… nothing else… her breasts and vagina are just hanging out…she’s up there smiling like it's her birthday or something.

“Welcome students of Mathew-Martin High school. I’ll be your guide today for your visit through our facility. You'll be able to witness a true slave grading performed by our very own slave girl. I’ll let her introduce herself. Amy, tell the students about yourself.”

“Yes sir.”

God that disgusted me, all the boys in the class were just drooling over this girl who for some reason volunteered for this crap. Beatrice was herself looking in lust at her. I mean, like don't get me wrong cuz I’m no lesbian or anything but like I can appreciate a good looking woman. Like yeah, she has a bright face with a nice comforting smile, her short black hair is put in a neat ponytail so it doesn't get in the way if she was to use her mouth, her breasts are not small but not huge I’d say a good C cup at least with nice size nipples, she has sports a bit of curves but is still in excellent shape, her vagina is shaved bare with her slave I.D number temporary tattooed on top. Like she’s hot okay! But I’m not a lesbian! Moving on!

“Hi young Sirs and Ma’ams my slave designation is 320-45-0453 or just 0456 for short. I am also known to be referred to as Amy or Slave Amy. Do you have any questions about me?”

All the sudden every boy had their hand up. One was chosen by Amy.

“Why did you choose slavery?”

I had to admit that I was wondering too. Like why?

“I get this a lot and for me it's so simple,” she began. “Slavery had always been a fantasy of mine and I played it out with a few partners in the past but I could never seem to get that true feeling you know, that true moment when I felt like a slave. In my past life I was always so concerned about a multitude of things like grades or my job or do I have enough money for rent or just overall social anxiety. I gave it some thought for sure and after about a month of second guessing and saying how a stupid idea it was I finally showed up here and voluntarily signed my rights away.”

Blabbering of follow up questions came out from nearly everyone.

“One at a time! Raise your hand if you have a question! You all know better than this!” yelled our teacher.

Quickly the noise went down and hands rose in droves including mine. Amy picked me.

“Don't you regret it? Living without freedom for however long your term is? What do your family and friends think of you?”

I could hear the audible groan of some of the guys and our teacher.

“Hmm, well I can understand why you ask. It's not very common to want to live without freedom. I have certain freedoms in that I can choose limits of how my slavery works and what can and can't be done to or with me. But at the end of the day I’m a slave, say I’m woken up one morning and my owner shoves his dick through the bars of my cage and orders me to suck it till he cums in my mouth as ‘breakfast’? Well there are some days that I don't want to but I have to resign myself that I’m a slave afterall and this is my life for now. Most days though I love it!”

Well that made sense I guess. I can respect her opinions.I can compare it to school or a job, sometimes it sucks (pun NOT intended) to have to go school but eventually summer or the weekend arrives and it's all worth it.

“As for your other questions, no, I don't regret it whatsoever. It allows me to live in a way that I never thought possible and I should have done it much earlier in my life. My term itself is of 6 months, I do 6 months of service and then take a 6 months vacation. Since I don't have a lot of limits my price is higher than most. I was sold for 250,000$ last year. Today I’m here to be reassessed as per any new or returning applicant.”

Damn! That’s a quarter of a million right there and she gets 30% of it too. 75 000$! She must live in top of line luxury for that 6 months vacation! That lucky bitch! Well I guess she does pay for it by being a sex slave for half the year but still, damn!

“And for your last question, my family and friends? Well I don't really care honestly. I’m happy, I live a fantastic life full of the things I love and I get to do it on my own terms. I don't know about you but I prefer what I do than going back to work at my old boring call center job I had. Anyone else have questions? Don't be shy!”

Her answers had me in a bind. She didn't care, couldn't care. She lived her life to the fullest. Her dream life was not a dream, it was reality. Maybe she is one of those who volunteer for it and discovers their purpose in life in slavery. The dwindling population of slaves were made of those people. People who lived better as slaves. Who couldn't live as regular people. That having nearly all freedoms taken away was in itself freeing to them. Maybe she is one of them… I wonder if… if I could be like her… maybe that’s all I need… A jump into the unknown, not looking back and not caring… maybe… maybe I…

I was shaken out of daydreaming by Beatrice touching me saying.

“You okay? You’ve been staring at nothing for the last 5 minutes, silly.”

“Y… yeah I’m okay. Just spaced out I guess… sorry.” I replied flustered

“Now students, we have a special opportunity for one of you.” Began the guide while he reached for something behind him. “One of you will have the opportunity to be officially slave graded with Slave Amy! We will draw from this bowl here and the name that is chosen will have the choice to take the offer, if not we’ll go again. How does that sound?”

Chatter began like nothing else. Boys talking about how they want a slave not to be one. Girls laughing amongst themselves and challenging others to just volunteer or bragging on their oral skills or lack of.

“We’ll let Amy here pick a name to see who will be her new slave sister or brother for the day.”

Amy’s hand went into the bowl and retrieved a name and she opened the small piece of folded paper.

“Liam!”

Suddenly everyone turned to Liam and began encouraging him. Some boys made jokes about how they'll fuck him in the ass or make him suck their cocks. Sounded like these guys are secretly gay to me but they'll never admit that. Then Amy started taunting him.

“Come on little boy, if you're a good slave with me I promise to suck your cock so good you'll never want to be free again. Come on, you want it. Don't you?”

Liam politely declined to the dismay of the totally not gay bullies and Amy.

“Alright then, settle down, pick another name Amy.”

Amy’s hand was about to make contact with another piece of paper when I did something I never thought I’d do. “God I hope this isn't a mistake” I told myself just milliseconds before…

“I volunteer!”

To say that the place was silent was an understatement. I’m pretty sure we could hear the air particles move as everyone turned and looked at me. Next to me was Beatrice with mouth agape unable to process what happened. The entirety of the class was. Thankfully this dead silence was finally broken.

“Well come on up young lady! I didn't think it would actually happen to be honest but here we are! Come over here you brave little one!” said the guide

This was the moment and I took all my anxiety and told it to shove it. I walked up to the guide with Amy next to him, my future slave sister. All eyes were on me.

“What’s your name, little lady?”

“Andrea, sir”

“Oh you seem well trained already, I like that. For now however I’m gonna go over some basic information and make sure you agree to all of it. It's all here in this declaration.”

He handed me a clipboard with a pen at the top, it had a single page with a bunch of sentences. There was a line at the bottom for me to sign. He also had one and began going over them.

“I submit myself to adorn the role and social status of a temporary slave.

“I will obey any order or direction given to me by my acting superiors being any staff member of HCI.”

“I understand that the HCI staff are here for my benefit and will do their jobs with professionalism.”

“I understand that as a slave I will be required to be naked at all times unless weather interferes with my health or safety at which point I will be provided with appropriate clothing.”

“I understand that my collar and cuffs will not be removed under any circumstances unless for health reasons and that they are there to help the staff secure me in any way deemed necessary for my safety and theirs.”

“I understand that the collar I am wearing can be used to punish any disobedience with the use of powerful but not harmful electrodes. Any staff member will shock me if deemed necessary.”

Well… this is quite the list. Part of me in the current moment thought that this wasn't really happening. But no, it sure was. I kept cool and with everyone’s eyes on my next move like I was in some reality drama show I grabbed the pen and signed.

“A round of applause for this brave volunteer!”

You know it was actually pretty nice I’ll admit to be applauded like this. It doesn't ever really happen so I’ll take it.

Our guide left for an instant and returned with a shock collar and the same black leather cuffs as Amy. “Now first things first. Strip!”

That’s when it hit me. What the fuck am I doing. The entire class, especially Beatrice, was encouraging and also cat-called me in all sorts of ways, each one more vile than the last. I froze there in place unable to move, my mind going 100 km/h. Why did I do this? I can’t chicken out now! What will everyone think? How much of a scaredy cat I am! My life was nice and quiet. Why did I do this? Why? WHY?!

I thought I was hiding it pretty well but apparently Amy caught on and provided some much needed assistance.

“Calm… down…” She whispered in my ear. Her voice was like one of an angel. Immediately I felt an immense weight off my chest. Her hands were caressing my body, and without warning she began to grope my breasts and rub her fingers on my vagina. I melted at her touch. Suddenly I wasn't standing in front of my classmates and best friend about to disrobe, no, I was in bliss being soothed by a voice so soft and so warm. My body was reacting to her touch by gently going in rhythm with her fingers.

Then she said, “Be a good girl for me and take it all off and we’ll have more time like this.”

Amy pulled away and I was left in such a haze of arousal that all I could think about is more of Amy’s glorious touch. I kicked off my shoes, began taking off my sweater, then my pants, my socks, as I kept going to my bracelets and earrings a voice in my head kept going with; “What are you doing? Stop! This isn't you! Stop please!” But I ignored it and it felt so good to ignore it.

Then I was left with my bra and panties. I stopped for an instant, Amy came close yet again.

“Why did you stop? You're so close… don't you want to be good to me? I reward those who are good to me?...” Her hand was just hovering but ever so slightly touching where my slit is. Saying I was on the edge would be lying, I was about to explode.

She pulled away and I tore off my underwear like I was in my room and not in front of a group of people. Amy came back to me and began wrapping cuffs on my wrists while the guide did my ankles. I hadn't noticed but there was a small integrated padlock on each cuff. I wasn't taking these off anytime soon, and that was totally fine with me. Next came the collar. This was special, I knew it and everyone else, so I did what everyone else was thinking, I dropped to my knees like a good slave girl should. Amy wrapped the collar snuggly around my throat and locked it. I Immediately felt the counter weight of the electric box. At that moment a small amount of fear got to me hoping the guide wasn't going to show a demonstration.

“Alright, well done. As you know you each filled out your own personal slave limits in the event that you were ever enslaved of your own volition, having your list Andrea we will now proceed with the grading. First things first, examination.”

So much for those lists to be confidential like they said. I should be glad that I was honest with myself as most probably weren't especially the boys who were mocking all the possible kinks people have and making disgusting lists for fun.

As for the tattoo I wasn't really scared of it as it was only temporary and I’m sure glad they stopped doing brands. Brands stopped the moment slavery became strictly a voluntary program, surprisingly not many people want to have a permanent mark burned on their ass. The tattoos provided a barcode and the slave’s full number. Either scanning the code or entering the number would show the slave’s file with limits, term duration and any important information.

A leash was clipped to mine and Amy’s collar and led by the guide we arrived at a doctor's check up room. It had a cushioned bench to sit or lay on and a few instruments for physical examination. The bench featured some carabiners that were placed oddly but then I remembered where I was and it all made sense. The doctor showed up a few seconds later, she looked younger than I expected, probably late 20s. She sported the classic white doctor's coat and had what looked like a slightly larger IPAD. She had her blond hair put up in a strict bun and wore big black rimmed glasses. She took the leashes from the guide, Amy was immediately unclipped but I wasn't. She tugged on mine and led around the bench and then tugged again to get me to climb on it.

“Get on all fours we can begin.” There was no empathy to her voice, she was strict and true. Not someone to mess around with.

I climbed on the bench and quickly Amy and the doctor began attaching the carabiners to my cuffs making me completely unable to move. My leash was also tugged and forced my head down on the cushioned surface which embarrassingly propelled my ass in the air.

“Now the first examination is to verify if the slave is a virgin or not. It's a simple examination of the hymen, which let’s be real here. I'm sure you’ve all popped your cherry by now and…”

She stopped in her words, because as she was explaining she put on a surgical glove and was inserting some fingers in my vagina. But when she realized the truth it must have taken her by surprise a bit.

“Well looky here. You haven't, it seems. Why is that slave?”

It took me a second to understand that I was supposed to answer and I realized too late. The “nice” doctor tapped on her pad and for a long 3 seconds I felt the most painful pain I've ever experienced. I wanted to scream but couldn’t for some reason.

Once I recovered I immediately went to answer her but couldn’t let a word out, only faint whispers.

“Looks like I left the devoicer command on, here, go on slave.”

Yeah, this collar was pretty high tech, it wasn't just a shock collar, it could also devoice slaves, take away certain motor functions and more. I saw some videos in class of the collars being able to reward slaves with the most explosive orgasms!

“Sorry Ma’am. I’m still a virgin because I’m in no rush, I want to find the right person for me and my vagina.”

As soon as the last word of that came out I realized how cheesy it was. But it was my truth, or at least what I kept telling myself.

“How romantic, well I can tell you that plenty of people out there pay top dollar for the chance to deflower a slave. If you decide to do a term or service you could get lots of dough. Also it's not a vagina, it's a pussy or a cunt, this ain’t medical school here.”

As all this was happening her fingers were still in me. She wasn't even trying to turn me on but she was. But then she pulled them out.

“Now, getting back to it, I will continue with examining her ass. It's a bit hard to see but I can tell just by looking that her butthole isn't very stretched, depending on her limits I can recommend her for a plug once she’s sold. Speaking of… let’s see…”

Damn it. Why was I so honest?

“Anal play is on the table with you little slave. Now I am going to recommend and insert a plug level 1 in her. This will help her get slowly used to stuff going back there and will soon be ready for a level 2 or 3.”

There is not enough lube on this planet that could have made this easier. The good doctor slowly but still firmly twisted and inserted the plug in my ass. It felt gigantic for a level 1.

“Moving on to the tattoo, this must be done with a clean shaven pussy which this little cunt obviously doesn't have.”

Hey! I keep it trimmed at least!

“We use this specialized skin safe cream that eliminates all hair molecules with ease. The only thing is that it's not pleasant.Thankfully we can mute her.”

Yeah, she wasn't joking, the moment a splash of that cream was applied I felt like my pussy was on fire. The pain seemed to be subsiding when I began feeling more and more but around my asshole instead! Why was she doing that there too?!

Once the pain did finally dull out and she cleaned off all the remaining hairs she undid the carabiners and had me adopt the present position. We had to know all positions by heart, some were made for different genders but this one was pretty basic. Kneeling with legs spread, hands on head, back straight, thrusts the breasts out.

Once she had me there she grabbed the tattoo gun and turned to the students.

“This tattoo is especially designed for skin absorption. The ink itself is made of a perfectly safe substance that will dissipate and melt into the skin a bit after the term is up.”

She then began approaching me with the gun. My mind went straight to “wait how long till this tattoo will fade? Is this a real one? It looks real…”

The gun made contact with my skin and I felt a quick but sudden sting and then nothing. I looked down like everyone else andI had it. My Slave I.D. 184-450-3816 and a pretty little barcode.

Next up was the physical. The good doctor had me stand on a scale, measurements, perform some basic exercises like running, jumping jacks, push ups (I could barely do one) and took it all down on her pad. Once she was done she put my hands behind my back, locked my wrists together, clipped the leash back on and had me kneel on a mat next to her. She then showed the class my slave statistics that were now part of the system and also viewable by anyone. Great…

Name: Andrea Miller

Slave I.D: 184-450-3816

Age: 18

Race: Caucasian (White)

Height: 5’ 4”

Weight: 127 lbs

Hair color: Light brown (natural)

Virgin: Yes

Anal virgin: Yes

See slave’s limits for more info

“Now unfortunately we cannot continue with the grading at this time seeing as we didn't plan for anyone to actually volunteer for this and it's getting to be late so we’ll have to send you all home for now hopefully we’ll see some of you soon.”

Oh damn. I was kind of enjoying myself here but all good things must come to an end I suppose. I began to get up but was swiftly forced back on my knees by Amy.

“Oh no, not you sister. You get to spend the weekend in cages. With me, that is… if you want to…”

Yes! Yes a million times yes. That little voice inside my head was saying the exact opposite but I kept ignoring it. This was another dream come true.

My classmates left and I saw Beatrice take one last look at me biting her lip and squeezing her legs together. It didn't take a genius to guess she was terribly jealous but I didn't even know as I was just too mesmerized by Amy and imagining what she'd do to me inside that cage.


We were both led by our leashes, walking with great anticipation to my cage where I would get that reward that Amy talked about much earlier. We arrived at the cage, my wrists were unlocked and my leash unclipped, same for Amy. We entered the cage. It was more of a cell that was of rectangular shape of about 10 feet long and 12 feet wide with a generous height of about 7 feet. There was a simple bed with no blanket, just a decent looking mattress.

“So what should we do sis…”

Before I could finish my Amy threw me on the bed and began to insert two fingers in my pussy. With the hairlessness it felt so much more sensitive. My eyes rolled behind my eyes as I was nearing an orgasm.

“Don't you want to be my sister slave with me for 6 months? We’d have sooo much fun together. Imagine waking up everyday like this.”

Her offer was tempting but the rational part of my mind could see past the hornyness I felt. But I was slowly losing that grip of rationality.

“No… I…I don't want to… I have studies and… I…”

“Fuck your studies! Look at what you’ve accomplished in just a few hours! You went from a boring shy girl to a wet little slut. You’ve always wanted this. Don't lie to me… don't lie to yourself.”

It was getting hard to breathe so I simply affirmed her statement with moans of pure hot pleasure. Then she stopped, I woke up from the bliss and began to panic, she couldn't stop, she could not leave me on the edge…

“Wait please! Please don't stop! I need to cum! Please, please, please, please…”

“What will you do for me if I let you cum? Will you be my sister? 6 months of pure sexual pleasure between me and you? If you say yes I'll let you cum…”

Now this is when the rational part of my mind should have kicked in and a part of it was but I was misinformed, you'll see why in a moment.

“Yes! Yes I'll do it now make me cum please!”

“Perfect…” Amy’s tone suddenly changed from seductive to casual, as if she had turned a switch off. “We got her.”

“What…? You got me…?” I was still a bit dazed but this sudden shift made me come to my senses.

“Yes we got you you dumb slut.”

The guide came back with a plastic bag and began unlocking Amy’s collar followed by her cuffs. At this point I was awakened from my sex trans and put two and two together. These guys think they got me to self enslave.

It was an old trick that people would use on others, it was evil really. You get the person so aroused and you keep them on edge for however long necessary and have them agree to be the other’s slave. Back in the day, either admit to wanting to be a slave or act like one that’s all it took but I knew better, or at least I thought I did.

“This is illegal, you can’t enslave me like this. This won’t stick.”

“Actually it will,” said the guide, “I’m sure you think you're a smart girl but you forgot one thing. You think we’re enslaving you with the simple pretence of you admitting to it and that is partially true there’s one thing you kids always forget. Once you enter a slave facility and sign the declaration you accept to be temporarily enslaved for up to a week if your grading takes that long. Since you're already a slave by all technical terms we can't trick you into enslavement but we can motivate you to extend your stay. Once you're done with the grading you'll be sold to the highness bidder for 6 whole months.”

“But… but why are you unlocking her? At least let Amy stay with me?... please…?”

“Oh honey I’m not a slave, I’m an actor and damn good at that.”

The full situation sank in and it was a flurry of emotions going all at once. I began tearing up but before I could let a tear fall my body felt a wave of pleasure. No one touched me, Amy had left the cage and was now fully dressed. Wha…?”

Another wave hit me and I fell off the bed to all fours trying to understand what was happening to me. I looked up to the guide with a pad holding his finger on it. Then it clicked, the collar can control pain, physical functions, speech… but also pleasure, you can keep a slave under a constant state or arousal. It is literal torture as all the slave will be able to focus on is the possibility of another wave that MIGHT send them over the edge but really won’t, ever.

I looked to see Amy walk away in her heels simply saying;

“See you in 6 months slut, if you're a good girl for your owner, maybe I'll make you cum.”

The end.

One possible idea for continuation: Andrea tries to get out of slavery by luring her friend Beatrice into taking her place. Either on her own, or at the instigation of HCI.

[CommodorRaptr]

That could be interesting. I've got someone brewing at the moment but I'll keep that in mind as possible spin off. Any other suggestions, feedback or criticism are very much welcomed.