Cassie's Downfall Pt. 03

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Chapter 3 – Into the Belly of the Beast

Cassie tried to keep herself composed as she was led naked, collared and cuffed by a slave wrangler, with his fingers deep in her ass crack, through a set of double doors, her best friend Sophie trailing just behind in the same predicament. The doors opened, and she was then led down a long corridor with office rooms either side with long glass windows. Inside those rooms were what appeared to be regular office workers sitting at computers, the men wearing shirts and ties, and the women wearing smart dresses. Cassie marched past a few of them in the corridor and she noticed they paid her no attention at all, just a cursory smile to the wranglers. Cassie could feel the cold tiles on her feet, and all she could hear was the loud stomps from the wranglers’ boots, making her and Sophie’s little patters on bare feet completely inaudible.
Suddenly a naked girl being led by a wrangler appeared from a corridor on the right, and turned right to walk ahead of Cassie. It was then that she noticed a sign which read “SLAVE INTAKE ——>”, and it suddenly struck her that she was about to be mixed in with regular, legal slaves. The girl in front of her wasn’t playing slave for the day like she was, this was her life. And the only thing to differentiate Cassie and Sophie from the slave-girl was a red band inside their collars, impossible to see without removing it.

Finally they reached the end of the corridor and were led through into a room colloquially referred to as the ‘Slut Wash’, where lowly-paid interns (usually 18 year olds who would be more than happy to do it for free) scrub the naked girls clean. They were ordered to stand on two grates next to each other and then their cuffs were attached to a hook above them. Since their hands were cuffed behind them, this had the effect of forcing them to bend over with their arms raised high. Once secured, two pimply-faced teens came over wearing overalls, and a few moments later Cassie felt a small, lubricated nozzle connected to a hose being pushed into her anus. She was shocked at the sudden invasion, but luckily it was so small she felt no pain at all. The valve was then opened and she soon felt a strange sensation as she was filled with a mixture of chemicals and lukewarm water.

After a minute or so, her stomach started to cramp and she was barely able to handle the pain. Sophie was the same and soon the pair started to writhe uncontrollably, as much as their bindings would allow. “I-I know it hurts but keep it inside until I say”, stumbled one of the boys responsible for administering their enemas. Cassie felt the pain rise and rise until she was starting to panic, but it was at this point she felt the boy reach behind her and close the valve, then slowly pulled the nozzle out of her anus. Cassie had to use all of her physical and mental strength to not expel the liquid invading her colon.

A few painful minutes later the girls were unhooked and the boys marched them over to two toilets in the wall next to each other, which offered zero privacy. “O-Ok, now err release the liquid”, the same boy stumbled. Cassie was conflicted, desperate to expel the fluid and relieve herself of the pain, but horrified at the idea of voiding her bowels like this in view of everybody. Eventually the need to relieve the pain won over, and with her eyes closed she quickly released the waste, Sophie following suit moments after. Although crass, Cassie knew the reason for this was to dehumanise them as much as possible, and lose their inhibitions regarding privacy and modesty. It was certainly working, she thought. The teens quickly pulled them back up to their feet and rehooked them, and administered one more enema. Though this time they used less liquid, and the girls didn’t feel anywhere near the same sort of discomfort than the first enema. They were then once again unhooked and marched to the toilets to expel it.

As the last of the water trickled out of them, the wranglers once again returned to unhook and uncuff them, before swiftly re-cuffing their hands in front of them and rehooking their hands. One of them made a signal to a man in the corner at some sort of control station, and quickly the hooks started to rise in the air until the girls were left nearly dangling, their feet just about able to take their weight. As this was happening, the teen boys had left and now returned with buckets of lukewarm soapy water and a sponge. With the naked girls spread taut and defenceless in front of them, the boys quickly got to work. First they grabbed hoses, and started washing their hair. They squirted an industrial looking shampoo in their hands and started to massage it in and Cassie had to admit it actually felt pretty good, and she closed her eyes and tried to imagine she was in a salon and not spread slave-naked in front of strangers and being treated like cattle.

He grabbed the sponge and scrubbed her face with no concern for being delicate. Luckily, she had no makeup on to remove or he could have been even more thorough. As he worked his way down to her neck, he pulled the collar away from her neck so he could scrub underneath, and as he did so he caught a glimpse of the red band inside indicating she was just there for slave grading, and this produced a slight smirk on his face; It was always more fun when the naked girl he was manhandling was technically a free woman. Tomorrow he could see this girl on the street and she wouldn’t give him the time of day, but right now her body was fully available to him and he could touch any part of her without protest.

He moved down to her torso, and after a quick scrub of her armpits, he proceeded to take an awfully long time making sure her breasts were clean. He tossed the sponge back into the bucket and used both hands to rub the soap across her tits, kneading them slowly and drawing out as much enjoyment for himself that he could. “My tits can’t be this dirty surely?” Cassie thought to herself, as she was felt up like nothing more than a piece of meat. Trying to gain some control, at least in her own mind, she thought about how this boy would never be able to get his hands on a body this good consensually. It was a small concession however, because the boy DID currently have his hands all over her and there was nothing she could do about it.

He then worked his way down to her pussy, and as he soaped the area clean he reached around for her clit, trying to get a reaction out of her. Cassie could tell he was inexperienced but she had to admit it felt good, though she tried to hide the fact. He took any slight change in facial expression as a sign she was enjoying it and he seemed content when she closed her eyes. Moving round behind her he quickly soaped her back before moving down to her ass. He worked the sponge in between her cheeks and scrubbed back and forth, the second guy to have his hand up her ass crack just today. After this was done he tossed the sponge back in the bucket and massaged her ass cheeks in a similar fashion to her tits, enjoying her two cute round globes. Cassie knew she had a great ass, small but round enough that it felt meaty to grab and had a slight jiggle to it. She hated herself for it, but his hands felt kind of nice.

Cassie looked to her side and saw the other guy finishing off cleaning Sophie, and she was so lost in her own world that she almost forgot her best friend was strung up right next to her. The guy cleaning Cassie laughed to the other “Hey you’ve got to check this one out, she has a great arse”, and he quickly came up behind Cassie and started playing with her ass. “Boys will be boys”, she thought to herself as she was subjected to more humiliating gropes, but somewhat pleased with the compliment.
“Oi, get a move on” snapped a wrangler, and quickly the boys got to work hosing down the two girls, getting all the soap off their bodies and out of their hair. “Sam, can you help with this?”, finally she knew at least one of their names, and the boy named Sam tried his luck again and came in front of her, then reached round to her ass and pulled her cheeks apart. She then felt the water from the hose being blasted between her cheeks to the amusement of the boy spreading them, their faces almost touching as they locked eyes with each other; How romantic.

“Do you let all the boys do this?” he whispered to her jokingly, before planting a kiss on her cheek. He then pulled in closer to her ear and softly he said “It’s a shame I didn’t get more time with you. Maybe I’ll come and pay you a visit when I’m on my break”. All she could do was maintain eye contact with him, knowing any responses back would earn her an infraction. He then let go of her ass cheeks and went back to hose off Sophie.

Once the two girls were fully rinsed clean, their hooks were lowered and their cuffs were removed from the hooks. Their cuffs were then removed and to their relief, they weren’t reattached. “OK listen up sluts. For the time being your hands will remain free. Unless a position requires otherwise, you will show restraint and keep your hands behind your backs, gripping both wrists. Is that understood?”

“Yes, master”, the two girls said in unison, quickly following the order.

They were then led soaking wet to a tall booth, walled on three sides, and Cassie was ordered to step in first. “Arms and legs out like a starfish, Ninety Five”, and when she complied, powerful jets of air blasted her from every angle, and within seconds her body was dry. “Ok, out. Ninety Six, your turn” and as Sophie stepped into the booth she spread her limbs out like a starfish without being asked.

Cassie quickly moved her arms behind her back, and was led over to counter where a woman holding a hairdryer and a brush was standing. “On your knees for me, love” she said in a nonchalant tone, and once she complied the woman got to work drying and styling her hair back to how it was beforehand. She was amazed at the skill and speed at which this woman was able to work her hair. Quickly she was done and Cassie stood as she watched Sophie being ordered to kneel and submit to the same woman.

Two wranglers returned, placing their hands yet again between the ass cheeks of the two girls, and leading them via pressure on their assholes towards the exit of the room. Both girls were relieved to have made it past the slut wash, though they were now filled with dread at what lay ahead. After a short walk down another corridor, they found their answer. They entered a room which looked like a school drama studio, with dark walls and carpets, and on the far wall were six photography booths all in a row, each with dozens of lighting and recording equipment all facing towards a small raised platform. Some were empty, some had girls being ordered to contort themselves into different positions while a photographer snapped pictures.

The girls were quickly led over to booths 4 and 5 which were both empty, where Cassie was stopped next to a man with a laptop and holding a camera. “Thanks Brian”, the photographer said and then said to himself “Ok what do we have here”. As he said this, he lightly grabbed her collar and proceeded to type the info into his laptop. “Ok Ninety Five, hop up and stand on the marked spot on that little stage and I’ll take some photographs for the database”. As he said this Cassie felt sick. The dreaded slave registry database. The database which stored the information of every slave in the country, alongside photographs of them slave-naked and collared in many different positions. And now there was about to be two new entries titled “Cassie Gallacher” and “Sophie Eames” alongside pictures of their face, tits, pussy and ass.

The regulations surrounding the database meant that the profiles of slaves and slave gradees couldn’t be publicly accessed. However, for a substantial subscription fee (usually only affordable for the wealthy and corporations), these profiles could be viewed in full. The reason for this was to allow companies such as banks handing out loans to be able to fully inspect those who may be putting their bodies up for collateral. However, there were numerous cases of girls being slave graded and then having their information and pictures leaked online, and the police were never interested enough to chase up those with access to the database who leaked it. So these girls were forced to live with the fact that online forums and people they knew had incredibly high quality pictures of them kneeling slave naked and collared, or bent over spreading their asses. It had happened to a girl in their year, Lottie. Nobody knew why she suddenly dropped out of college never to be seen again until her slave pictures started making their way around the college; Even Cassie had seen them. Now Cassie and Sophie had to pray that this wouldn’t happen to them.

The two girls were then ordered into a multitude of different positions by their respective photographers. First stood in the Present position, then bent over in the Display position spreading their cheeks. Then ordered to kneel and Present once again. Again, they were ordered into the Display position with their right cheek to the floor and their hands clasping their ass cheeks and pulling them apart. The photographers then came in close to take close-up pictures of their spread holes. Ordered into the Present position again, the photographers then took close-up pictures of their faces while they stared at the camera, including with their mouths open and tongues stuck out. As Cassie posed for the camera, to cope with the humiliation she tried to imagine she was some sort of model for a high-end, tasteful publication interested in artistic expressions of the female form. The illusion was very hard to maintain when contorting herself into obscene positions however. The obscenity became clear when the photographer called her to him and showed her the pictures being uploaded to his laptop, and she almost didn’t believe that the pornographic images on the screen were of her.

“For a fee of £20, you can take prints of these images and digital copies home with you for personal use. I can put the request through the system now if you’d like?” Cassie didn’t know what to say. Obviously she didn’t want them, why would she want them?

“Umm, yes please, master.” She meekly replied, ashamed of herself for even saying it. The idea of these pictures being secretly stuffed away in a drawer turned her on slightly, and who knows, maybe she might show them to a future partner. With one hand, he used his mouse to process the request, and with the other he nonchalantly groped her ass cheeks. She did nothing to stop him or protest, instead standing to attention with her arms behind her back like she had been told by the wrangler.
“I couldn’t resist”, he said with a smile as he glanced at her.

She looked back at him with a soft smile. “I live to serve you, master”, repeating a slave mantra. Showing great enjoyment at her reply, he moved both his hands up to her tits and started massaging them. As Cassie had her breasts fondled, she looked over to the other booth where a naked Sophie was similarly being shown her own uploaded photos, though by the looks of it she hadn’t requested to have copies.

Swiftly, two wranglers came to collect the naked pair, and they were soon off to the next part of their grading. Though they weren’t taken through the main exit like the other girls had, but instead through an unassuming side door. Once inside, they were greeted with yet another photo booth with cameras and lighting inside a small room, and another photographer frantically checking each bit of equipment to make sure everything was ok. Cassie was ordered to kneel to attention in the centre, and Sophie was ordered to kneel in the corner where she could see her best friend’s nude body lit up brilliantly by the bright lights.

Neither Cassie nor Sophie had any idea what was going on. Weren’t they done with pictures? Their questions were answered when a wrangler came and stood directly in front of where Cassie was kneeling. “It says here, Ninety Five, that you ticked ‘yes’ to providing oral services. Is that correct?” Cassie froze. She completely forgot that months prior, when masturbating in her room and getting herself worked up enough to build up the courage to submit the slave grading forms, her horny brain thought it would be a good idea to tick the box saying ‘yes’ to willingly give blowjobs. The reason for the option is that it’s an easy way to have a final grade bumped up, and it could be bumped up significantly if the blowjob was exemplary. Cassie didn’t mind giving blowjobs, and mostly only ticked the box because it sounded ‘hot’ at the time, but right then, under the bright lights and cameras, and with her best friend watching on, she couldn’t think of anything worse.

“Y.. yes master”, she finally responded.

“Unzip me”

“Yes master”

Her hands returned in front of her, and slowly she moved her hands up to the crotch of his trousers. With a bit of a struggle and with shaky hands, she got the button loose, then pulled down the zip. The trousers loosened, she grabbed the waist of both his trousers and underwear, and slowly pulled them down until his semi-hard cock was revealed. She studied his crotch, noticing his pubes trimmed short, large smooth ballsack, and his penis which hung down but looking ready to spring into action at a moment’s notice. She had to admit, he had a lovely package.

“OK Ninety Five, I won’t give you any instructions on how to suck my penis. Your only instructions are to suck me to completion, at which point you will hold out my semen on your tongue. Understand, slut?”

“Yes master”

“You may begin”

Cassie knew she had to play the part of a real slave girl, and the role of a real slave girl was to make the man they’re sucking feel as important as possible, like their cock is the best cock in the world and they should feel honoured to have been given the chance to suck it. Getting into character was much harder with her best friend watching her, however.

She leaned forward until his cock was just millimetres from her face, and as she looked up to make eye contact, instead she found herself staring into the lens of a small camcorder that the wrangler was holding. She’d almost forgotten that this whole ordeal was being recorded, and rather than looking into the eyes of another human being she found herself staring into the cold imposing lens and red recording light. She couldn’t feel more like a porn star if she tried. Realising the best way to put on a show was to continue to look up at the camera like the girls she’d seen in porn, she moved in further, and felt the warmth of his cock as it grazed her lips. She kissed the tip, then slowly kissed her way up the semi-hard shaft until she reached the base and her face was nestled in his pubes. She then kissed round the sides working her way to his ballsack, and as she kissed both of his balls she took in the manly aroma that dominated her senses, and she hated herself for it but it drove her wild with lust. His cock rested on her face as she kissed her way back along the underside of the shaft, and she could feel the cock pulsing as it got harder and harder.

She reached the tip and took it into her mouth, sucking lightly and swirling her tongue around the head. She looked seductively up into the camera lens, knowing the wrangler would be watching through the camera screen, and slowly took more and more of his cock into her mouth. She knew he wanted to feel more, but she was going to draw it out, make him wait to feel it hit her throat. Right now she was in charge. She let out a slight moan as she bobbed her head back and forth along the first two inches of his cock. Every time she bobbed back down, she consciously took slightly more of him into her mouth. After a few minutes, she bobbed her way down to where the head hit the back of her mouth. After keeping him there a moment, she relaxed her throat muscles and expertly slid her mouth and throat down his cock until her face was once again buried in his pubes. She pulled back for air, keeping most of the cock in her mouth as she did so, and then lined up the head with the back of her mouth again. She pushed back down and bobbed up and down repeatedly, the cock never leaving her throat. Acting like a pure slut really got her going, and helped push to the back of her mind the fact that the cock she was fellating belonged to a man she met 5 minutes ago, and her best friend was kneeling metres away watching the whole thing.

For the wrangler, receiving blowjobs every day was just a regular part of his job. Although it was a decent perk, he knew that he had a wife at home who prided herself on giving him a better blowjob than any of the so-called sluts could give him. However, he had to admit that this blowjob was close, if not better than hers, though he would never tell her that. Ever since the adoption of slavery, society quickly had to adapt to what it meant to have sex with a slave. Eventually the consensus reached was that sex with slaves wasn’t considered cheating, even if that consensus was heavily pushed by the male population. Women responded to this in multiple ways. Some resented slaves for the fact that they felt inadequate to those forced to bare themselves and offer any sexual services ordered of them. Others hired or bought slaves to do housework and satisfy whatever sexual perversions their husbands had so they could continue to make love while the slave got tied up and/or anally screwed. The wrangler couldn’t believe how well this girl was sucking his cock. He couldn’t get enough. It was rare that he ever felt like this and he did feel slightly like he was cheating. But he was never going to cut this blowjob short.

It seemed he didn’t have much of a choice though, because minutes after Cassie started bobbing up and down the length of his shaft, he felt his seed bubbling and ready to shoot. Cassie sensed it too, and after a few more bobs up and down, she pulled back leaving just the first inch or two in her mouth, and swirled her mouth and tongue around the increasingly-sensitive head. She didn’t have to wait long until she felt his cock tense, and the first stream of cum shot into her mouth as she formed a seal around the shaft. She looked up into the camera again, and he looked into the screen, and as they locked eyes virtually his cock spurted load after load of cum into her mouth. She continued to swirl her tongue around the head as the spurts diminished, feeling the cum in her mouth as she did so.
The wrangler savoured the moment of her sucking his cock for another half a minute, then pulled out and walked away before his place was quickly filled by the photographer who was holding a photo camera.

“Look up, hands behind your back, mouth open and tongue out”, the photographer ordered. Unable to reply, she quickly did as he ordered and opened her mouth to reveal a tongue covered in cum. She heard multiple clicks of the camera, and then she was ordered to swallow, which she was eager to do, not wanting to feel like a cheap whore for a moment longer than necessary.

“That was great, Ninety Five”, the wrangler smiled at her as he put his cock away and fixed his trousers.

“Thank you master, I live to suck your huge cock”, she replied, shocked to have added the slave mantra instinctively.

“Come on then you two” he barked, and he held out a hand to help Cassie up before leading her to the door, Sophie’s wrangler doing the same.

As she walked up to where Sophie was standing, she felt a deep shame. Like her friend was judging her for being a total slut. She wasn’t, of course; Sophie was amazed at the skill she’d shown, and thought she was way braver than she could ever be to decide to do that and also perform like she did.

Back in the main room, they were finally led to the exit, just as another girl was being led into the same room they were in. As they walked through the exit and through yet another corridor, Cassie noticed the wrangler’s hand between her ass cheeks was way more adventurous than before, using his thumb to rub her asshole while his other fingers explored her pussy. She couldn’t do anything to stop him, nor did she have any huge desire to, so she just let him explore her body as they walked. She also noticed the faint lingering taste of his cum in her mouth, as well as a small amount on the corner of her mouth which she attempted and mostly succeeded to lick away.
The next destination was what looked like a large medical facility, with all sorts of equipment and medical furniture. There were multiple people wearing smart clothes and stethoscopes, doctors clearly, most of them attending to the many naked girls occupying the room. Cassie and Sophie were separated, and Cassie soon found herself brought to the desk of a man busy filling out paperwork.

“Hey Doc, got another one for you”

“Cheers Henry, just leave her there while I finish up with this”

“Ok no problem, enjoy”

Cassie finally knew the name of the man she’d sucked off and swallowed the jism of, but she had no idea what he meant by ‘enjoy’. She stood in front of the doc’s desk, arms behind her back and tits pushed out, while she watched him finish up his paperwork and input some details onto his computer. A quick glance at the screen showed pictures of a girl posing, clearly taken in the photo booth, and she recognised her as the girl who was kneeling next to her in the lobby. Without saying a word, he quickly rose from his swivel chair and reached over to inspect her collar, before entering the numbers into the database. It was small gestures like this that made her feel less human and more like livestock, though she knew everything about this place was designed to elicit that feeling. As he hit enter on his keyboard, the screen loaded up her details, alongside pictures of her posing nude and a close up of her spread cheeks and holes. She didn’t know what to think as she watched him studying the photos, as she had already lost what felt like all her dignity and she felt no more room for embarrassment or shame.

“Ok zero zero nine five, come round the desk here and Present facing me”

She quickly did as he asked, and remaining in his chair he took in the sight before him and looked her up and down. His eyes seemed to penetrate into her soul, and she could only wonder what it was he was looking for as he studied her nude form. He then picked up a clipboard and pen.
“I’m going to ask you a few questions. Answer them as truthfully as possible.”

He first rattled off a bunch of questions relating to health in the family such as epilepsy, heart conditions etc., before moving on to much more personal questions.

“Are you a virgin?”

“No, master”

“When was the last time you engaged in sexual intercourse?”

“About 4 months ago, master”

“Have you ever had anal intercourse?”

“No, master”

“Do you masturbate?”

“Yes, master”

“How frequently?”

“About once a day” she answered, blushing

“Have you engaged in slave roleplay in the past?”

She blushed again, “Yes, master”

“Ever in public?”

“No, master”

“Ok Present facing away from me”

She quickly turned round, and she studied the room in front of her as the doctor inspected her behind. She took in the other nude girls all going through the same process, and noticed Sophie also facing out towards the room, and they locked eyes and gave each other reassuring smiles.

“Face me again. You can relax your arms”

She turned round again, arms by her sides, and he rose from his chair. He then started to use his hands to poke and prod all over her body. Not in a way that seemed sexual for his own gratification, but in a purely medical and professional way. He felt around her neck, armpits, massaged every part of her breasts with his fingers, then felt down her stomach. He then put the cold stethoscope to her chest and listened while ordering her when to breathe in and out. He then pulled out a blood pressure machine and wrapped it around her arm. While the band inflated and took its readings he grabbed a torch and after ordering her to open wide, he shone it inside her mouth, using his fingers to pull her lips to the side.

“Ok everything looks fine so far. Bend over the desk, placing your feet on the markers below”

As she did what he asked, she noticed the markers which were roughly a metre apart, and realised how exposed this would make her as she spread her legs. She then bent over the table and heard the unsettling sound of nitrile gloves being snapped onto his hands. A moment later, she felt his hands fondling her pussy, one hand on her clit while a couple more prodded at her opening. She felt her pussy starting to get wet, against her wishes, but this appeared to be the doctor’s intentions as he seemed satisfied. He removed his hands from her, and then she suddenly cringed and tensed up as she felt a cold, lubricated finger rubbing her anus. She took deep breaths as she prepared herself for the inevitable invasion, and focused on relaxing her body and betraying her body’s instinct to tense up and stop his finger at all costs. He rubbed more lubricant on, applied some light pressure with his index finger, and she felt her asshole gradually open up as the tip of his finger entered her. “So far so good” she thought to herself, and soon she felt more of his finger pushed into her. She soon had the whole length of his finger in her ass, and she felt him gliding it back and forth. It didn’t hurt but it felt strange to her, and she certainly couldn’t see the sexual appeal of it. She gathered that he was most likely judging her reaction to being anally penetrated, and wanting a good grade, she started to let out a small moan as if she was loving it, and started pushing back ever so slightly to match the thrusts of his hand. She was even starting to convince herself she was into it.

After a minute of having her ass finger-fucked by the doctor, he finally pulled out of her, wiped away the visible lube with a cloth and allowed her to stand.

“Everything seems in order, she’s ready” he said, beckoning Henry back over while discarding his gloves.

Henry the wrangler then led her to the next exit. “Ready for what?” she thought.

The naked pair then arrived at a dark room. There were four naked girls all knelt in a line in the centre of the room, and Cassie noticed that they all had a hand between their legs rubbing themselves, some with their other hand playing with their breasts. After observing the room further she noticed huge boxes of equipment which reminded her of the backstage of her school’s assembly hall. She then heard the distant sound of a speaker calling out slave positions, and as she turned her eyes to look in the direction of the sound she saw a side-view of a stage occupied by eight naked girls contorting themselves under bright spotlights. That confirmed to her that backstage was exactly where they were, and a nervousness built up inside her just like she was about to go out and perform a school play, except this time the nervousness was for a completely different reason and ten times worse.

Henry led her over to the other girls and gently whispered in her ear.

“Ok kneel here in the line and listen to the instructions of the man holding the clipboard. It’s advised that you play with yourself to heighten your arousal and score higher marks.”

“Yes master” she replied back softly.

“Break a leg” he joked as he playfully slapped her ass, and she took her position in line with the other girls quickly followed by Sophie on her left. She was reluctant to start pleasuring herself, lest she be seen as some wanton slut enjoying the whole experience, but she quickly realised not pleasuring herself would cause her to stand out. Besides, she thought to herself with the still-lingering taste of semen in her mouth, it’s not exactly the sluttiest thing she had done today. As she slowly moved her hand to her pussy, she noticed her friend, equally hesitant, reach for her own. The two teenagers, who just hours ago were standing next to each other on a busy train flicking through their phones, were now kneeling naked and collared next to each other flicking their clits. As the girls masturbated, the sound of the crowd they would soon be exhibited in front of was flooding their ears.

In the corner of her eye she noticed Henry staring at her, and her legs unconsciously opened slightly wider as she realised the show she was putting on for him. She knew to perform well on the stage she’d have to induce a sort of “slave mind” in herself, and she tried to imagine Henry buying her and taking her home to be his personal pleasure slut. She pictured him coming home from work, her kneeling naked offering herself and him taking her in any way he wants. Him making sweet love to her, fucking her tenderly as they both crescendo to orgasm, but she also pictured him facefucking her and covering her face and body with his cum, as would be his right. The fact that the taste of his cum still lingered in her mouth made the imagery all the more stronger in her mind. With her left hand she rubbed her tits, imagining feeling them covered in his cum as she rubbed it in, and as she did this she looked straight at him. It was then that she noticed the tent that had formed in his pants, impressive given how recently it was that she serviced his cock. She felt herself getting close to cumming, and not wanting to embarrass herself she held back the best she could.
Whilst Cassie was in the midst of a sexual frenzy, she didn’t notice two new girls had joined the masturbating group, and soon the man with the clipboard was frantically grabbing each girl’s collar, checking her slave number, and jotting something down on his sheet.

“Ok sluts, it’s show time. Stand up and present”

The six girls all rose, placed their hands behind their necks and spread their legs for the man’s inspection. He then crudely checked over each girl one by one. A quick grab of the collar to check it was fastened on properly and tight, a grope of both tits and both ass cheeks, before bending down and spreading the cheeks to check in-between. then a rub of each girl’s pussy to check her wetness before making the girl suck his fingers clean. Cassie had gotten herself so slave-crazed that she barely even registered what he was doing to her. When he was done with all six girls he gave a thumbs up signal out towards the stage area and had the girls turn 90 degrees right to face the stage.

“There are six marked Xs on the stage, I’m sure you’re all smart enough to figure out which one is yours. Now, slut at the front, when I count down to zero, I want you to walk proudly and shamelessly to the furthest marker. To the other sluts, follow the girl in front of you until you reach your mark. Once you reach your mark, turn to face the crowd and present, showing everyone that lovely body of yours that I know you all love to do.”

Cassie didn’t feel any nerves inside her anymore, they had completely been overtaken by her horny slave brain. It was a weird feeling for her. She wasn’t ‘stupid’, like slaves experiencing slave-mind were made out to be. She was aware of everything she was doing and the fact that she’s Cassie Gallacher, a free girl being slave graded for university, not an enslaved unnamed pleasure slut bound for a life of sexual use. But she’d apparently lost any sort of inhibitions about being naked and displaying herself like a slave. The best way she could think to describe it was the tipsy feeling of drinking 3-4 pints. She looked ahead, and saw the man counting down on his fingers, and then suddenly the line of slave girls started moving one-by-one, until it was her turn, followed by Sophie behind her, and the two other girls.

As she stepped out onto the stage, she felt the wood beneath her warm on her feet, almost burning. The floor was being heated by six blinding spotlights above, and as she stopped on her spot, turned, and presented to the crowd, she realised she was now proudly standing stark naked in front of a crowd of about 250 people. All eyes were on the six girls on stage. In front of each of them there was also a camera live streaming the event.

A man on the stage behind a podium suddenly started speaking into a microphone. “Here are six more lovely ladies. You will see the details of all of them on your tablet devices now”. As he said this Cassie saw lots of tablet screens suddenly spring to life.

For the next five minutes, the man behind the podium ordered them into many different positions for the viewing audience’s pleasure, with raised murmurs from the crowd every time they showed something new. Many members of the crowd were busy talking on phones to their bosses, clearly tasked with procuring slaves for their many different ventures. While the girls were all turned around displaying their holes to the crowd, the man announced “please feel free to enter your preliminary bids now”. Cassie was too horny to think about how humiliating and degrading this all was, instead only focused on making sure her bids were as high as possible. Any shyness was bound to lower her bids so she spread her cheeks wide and proudly, holding her posture confidently and unwaveringly. For Sophie however, keeping her cheeks spread for the audience was just a matter of not standing out from the rest. Although she had managed to get herself into a horny state, she was nowhere near as far-gone as her friend.

After an excruciatingly long five minutes, the show was brought to a close and the girls were ordered backstage, the opposite way to the one they entered from. They were given a moment to cool down from the bright lights, then marched as a group through to a huge room which looked like an art gallery. Except instead of art, poles protruded down from the ceiling, and attached to the bottoms of some of those poles were the collars of naked girls standing stoically with their hands behind their backs. Cassie and Sophie were both marched over to two vacant poles opposite each other in a walkway, and each had a wrangler attach their collar to the pole then cuff their hands behind their backs, immobilising them.

Cassie’s wrangler then spoke to her sternly. “You are now under a strictly no speaking policy. You will now be left for public display for a period of at least two hours. People are allowed to touch you but there are people watching to make sure nobody does anything against the rules. Enjoy.”

They were then left alone, for the next 10 minutes all they could do was stand and contemplate their situation. It was a moment to try and mentally relax from what had been the most overwhelming, shameful and degrading experience of their lives. It was also the first time they were able to look at each other properly without being goosed around by wranglers. They gave each other a warm smile, which they both found comforting. But what they really wanted to do right now was give each other a hug.

Eventually the serenity was broken when members of the public quickly started to flood the gallery, and the corridor with lines of slave girls was now full with people walking around each one inspecting the goods. Cassie couldn’t keep track of the number of hands which had grabbed a tit or an ass cheek. The amount of times her pussy was grabbed and her clit played with, or her asshole teased. Some who were handsy for too long would be asked to move on by staff. And many different types of people felt her up. Many of the gropers were who she expected; Young men who were horny feeling up girls for fun. But there were also a lot of pensioners, both men and women. Although the crowd was mostly men, Cassie was surprised how many women there were, and how handsy they were with her. Even girls her own age were feeling her up.

Many would make comments like “You were made for the collar”, “I bet you do this every week to get felt up”, “Look how wet she is she loves this”. She was unable to respond to them, and even if she could it would only make it worse for her. It was better to shut up and brunt their comments and their exploring hands. She was constantly having her clit rubbed but they stopped before she neared orgasm, and a frustration slowly built up in her as she was desperate to cum. Maybe she was a slut like they said. She looked up towards Sophie who was receiving similar treatment, and as they locked eyes they were able to comfort each other again. Soon they would be out of here and never have to do this again.

After a long hour of being a public exhibit, the crowds started to disperse until it was empty again, before quickly filling with a smaller, well dressed crowd. From the tablets in their hands Cassie guessed it was the people who were in the crowd during her stage show. They then started to walk around, inspecting the naked girls before them, and Cassie suddenly had two men groping her tits and ass. Although this group was less handsy and crass than the public group, it was somehow worse. While the public seemed happy to get their hands on hot naked girls, the way these men inspected them seemed sinister and calculated. Deep thought went into every grope, the way they bent down, groped her ass cheeks and spread them seemed almost scientific. She felt like every possible flaw with her body was being examined in excruciating detail. They would look at her in deep thought before typing things into their tablet; She had no idea what they were typing. Every time someone reached between her legs she consciously made a show of opening her legs wider for them, wanting to seem as eager a slut as possible. When they would then write something on their tablet she hoped it was good.

Before she knew it, the crowd again started to disperse, and she soon found herself being released from the pole, as was Sophie. Their hands remained bound behind their backs but they were marched together out of the gallery. It was at this point that they realised how stiff their legs were from standing in the same spot for so long.
They were eventually led towards a set of double doors and once they walked through they were shocked at what they saw: the main lobby. This was it, they had made it. They were led to the main reception counter and ordered to kneel, and as they did so they noticed Vivienne approaching the desk. Relief suddenly started to pour over them. They also noticed that the roaming eyes of the lobby no longer bothered them. They had already endured far worse.
Vivienne signed the collection papers at the front desk, and moments later their cuffs were removed from their hands and their collars, the ultimate sign of their slavery, were also finally removed. They were then allowed to stand. “Ok girls that’s it, you’re done. Follow me.” The girls briskly followed Vivienne out of the lobby, and once they escaped the sliding doors they both broke down and grasped each other in a long embrace. They cried. Sad tears, happy tears, relief tears. The naked pair held each other tightly, not saying a word, and Vivienne allowed them their quiet moment together.

When they finally broke off their hug they followed Vivienne through the car park, and as they walked along the asphalt they saw more poor naked girls being led towards the entrance. Luckily the van was parked a lot closer now than it was before. They made the short walk to the van and Vivienne opened up the back doors, but rather than being greeted with cages, they saw two crates with their clothes in. A sudden delight quickly came over them.
“Go on, you can get dressed now. I bet you’re both dying to wear some clothes again” Vivienne said with a smile. The girls quickly jumped into the van, finally out of the view of strangers, and started to put their clothes back on. Each item of clothing felt like heaven on their skin. Jewellery affixed, they left the van, enjoying the feeling of shoes under their feet as they were finally dressed like regular citizens again. Vivienne jumped in the driver's seat and started up the van. “You can sit in the front this time”, she laughed.

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To be continued…