Border Slave
Posted: Sat Dec 20, 2025 5:42 am
Finally! After long years and even longer never ending classes, exams and finals I had passed my marine biology tests and was on the way to my new job. At least I would be if this line to pay for the toll would move the fuck up!
I was getting close though, only maybe a dozen or so cars in front of me. While waiting bumper to bumper I noticed a little scene happening to my left. The toll border had a small public building you could park next to and use bathrooms if needed but what I saw was a bit more unusual, at least to me.
Two women, one who looked in her mid twenties and another a bit older were naked, kneeling on the hot asphalt, metal collars adorned their necks.
"Slaves, ugh... glad I'm not them," I said to myself.
Slavery came about a few years after the US legalized it. Once the Canadian government saw the ridiculous boom in economy in our western neighbors they were quick to consult experts and begin with legislations to bring it here. Soon after private companies such as the most popular Big C, an obvious copy pasta of the US Big D stores started many attempts to lure in the public to become inventory.
Sure there was still the unfortunate but all too common practice of banks encouraging people to put themselves up as collateral on their loans and that quickly brought a multitude of not so eager slaves. To boost numbers and to appease public relations with legalized slavery they began offering a substantial financial gain if one was to self-enslave. A whopping 65% of their sale price would be given to any who completed a 3 year contract. The average slave for 3 year contracts sold at a minimum of 75 000$, 65% of that would bring in almost 50k in their pocket, non taxable too. On top of that the now freed slave would receive tax and insurance reductions as well as guaranteed medical coverage even if unemployed.
It was certainly an interesting proposition but not for me. With the "slavery boom" that people called, soon all potential young men and women upon reaching the age of 18 were to be registered in a government database in order to be appraised for possible enslavements. Despite many offers from people, mostly his "friends" my father refused all of them and forbade me to live on my own and especially to be slave graded. This made me somewhat feel left out as I didn't have the sexy stories of being graded like most all my classmates.
But being forced to suck dicks for 3 years just to get a tax reduction and some small fortune wasn't my idea of fun. Instead I dedicated myself to my studies. Years later at only 26 years old I was on the way to the neighboring province of Nova Scotia to start my dream job as a marine biologist. Anyway back to it.
Yup, two slaves, butt naked, collared and kneeling on the probably lava hot asphalt and what looked like their collars chained to the ground? I started to squint my eyes to see better but was immediately honked at from behind.
The line was clear! My turn finally!
I pulled up to the toll booth, an older looking lady in her late fifties with a name tag of Darla began her usual speel.
"I.D please love," already having it ready in my hand I handed it over while she continued, "Are you carrying any illegal substances or firearms on you or in your vehicle?"
"No ma'am." I replied politely.
She continued while checking my I.D with her scanner, "Good, good, what is the purpose of your visit in Nova Scotia and how long are you staying?"
"I'm here to begin my career as a marine biologist. I'm staying for the summer before going back home to New-Brunswick for the winter and coming back in late spring."
Darla looked up from her scanner and directly at me, with a tone of sarcasm she said, "Marine biology eh? You a big shot? Must of been lotta years of hard studying for that I bet?"
Unsure how to answer to not sound impolite I said that I was just lucky I had to opportunity. She asked a few questions back and forth about the job and what I'll be doing and such, she did seem genuinely interested but I could sense she wasn't being serious.
"Anyway, you should be getting going here before the honkers start getting impatient."
"Finally!" I thought to myself, "I can get out of this awkward interrogation and back on the road, I still had quite the drive ahead of me.
"Oh! I almost forgot love, since you're staying for a month, I have to scan your slave chip and get your info in the database."
"Umm... I don't have a slave chip..." I replied nervously.
"What? A hot piece of ass like you hasn't been graded? You can't be serious?!"
I didn't really appreciate the comment on my "hot ass"... but it wasn't entirely unwelcomed either, "No sorry, I haven't been graded. Is it necessary?"
"Well unfortunately love you need to have one since you're staying here over 30 days. You could always come back home before the 30 days are up and then wait a period of at least 14 days before being able to return."
"That won't do because I have to go on these expeditions on research vessels and we're gone for at least 2 months at a time. Can you please make an exception... Darla?" I read her name hoping to trigger some sort of personal connection with her.
"No can do love, we can arrange it in no time at all, just pull up your car pass the line and into the lot. Go into the facility building and tell the man at the desk, Jerry, that you need to he chipped, I'll radio him with the situation. Do what he tells you, trust me it's for your safety."
Seeing no other option I reluctantly pulled forward and into the lot. A small part of my mind thought about making a run for it and speeding away but that would likely make things worse. I took a few deep breaths mentally preparing myself to get a electronic chip inserted inside my right boob.
I got out of my car with my sachel purse and headed in the small building. As Darla said I walked up to the desk, a man with the name tag Jerry looked up from his computer screen.
"You must be Bailey, hi I'm Jerry, come this way, we'll get you sorted."
His amicable and calming tone was nice to hear given the amount of butterflies that were currently invading my stomach. He pointed to a plastic shipping crate and directed me to put a return address for my clothes.
I knew what was next after writing down the address of the marine study building. Without being asked to I began undressing bit by bit and soon enough found myself in my birthday suit. Jerry reminded me of removing all jewelry and include it all in the box. As I was removing my last bracelet on my ankle two older men walked in and started oogling at me.
"Damn! What's going here? Enslaving this one man?" One the guys said while checking me out.
"No, no, just a routine slave chip insertion and grading," replied Jerry.
"Grading?!" I almost screamed, "I thought I was just gonna get chipped and sent on my way?!"
"Did Darla not explain this to you? I can't chip you here, we're not equipped for that. We only have a few spare slave tools and that's about it really, you'll be sent to the nearest Big C facility for chipping and while you're there you'll also be graded. But don't worry about the fees for all of it, the province will cover it, you'll likely get a bill in the mail. Once you're graded you'll be sent to the same address your clothes are being sent to. They'll take care of you from there."
To say I was having a panic attack would be an light way of putting it. My heart rate was through the roof and I fell to the ground, I could faintly hear mocking laughter and soon after darkness.
**About an hour later**
I slowly awoke to the sound of metal clanking and an annoying echo following the original sound. I could barely make out a voice speaking loud but not quite yelling at me. Then I heard my name.
"Bailey?! That's your real name right? Wake up! The transport is almost here!"
I slowly woke up thinking the last hour was just a nightmare but I soon realized otherwise... I felt a stiffness around my entire neck with a small pressure on my throat. I brought my hands to my neck to touch hard metal, nearly breaking a nail by how fast my hands shot up there. My eyes fully opened, a familiar face glaring at me with a sense of impatience, Darla.
"Darla?... what's going on?"
Rubbing my eyes I couldn't see her clearly even how close her face was. All I saw were thick black bars blocking my full vision. Then I realized that I wasn't having another episode and that I was inside a cage.
"Yes it's me! Now get up we have to finish gearing you up. The transport is less than 15 minutes out, I have to get you fed and hydrated. Move your butt love!"
Quickly coming to terms of my situation I got up on all fours as that was all the cage allowed me to do. Darla opened the cage and expertly clipped a leash to my new heavy duty necklace.
I reluctantly followed her pulls while remaining on all fours. Thankfully as we passed the reception area there was no one there besides Jerry who wished me "good luck on getting a good grade!"
Darla reached the door leading outside. I stopped in fear, no way was I going outside like this, naked, collared and leashed?! Hell no.
"Love I'm not gonna bore you with a long speech here but if you don't move that little butt of yours you're gonna find out what happens to slaves who disobey", she said all this while reaching for a shock baton now unclipped from her utility belt and turned it on mere inches from me.
Having seen "educational" videos about legalized slavery in highschool when I was 18 I knew all too well what that stick could do. So with all my courage but mostly fear I followed my handler's tugs leading outside.
It took a moment for my eyes to adjust to the blazing sun. Without my sunglasses it was blinding. I maintained my gaze on the ground letting Darla lead me along. I was stopped and positionned to kneel on a soft mat. My leash unclipped and replaced with a heavy duty metal chain locked on collar's frontal D-ring.
Darla stood to my front blocking the sun and ordering me to meet her eyes.
"This is gonna be as short and sweet as I can do love. You're gonna be sent with these two ladies here," I looked to my right and saw the two women I saw earlier before being directed to look back at Darla, "you'll be going with them to the nearest Big C facility in Truro. There you'll be chipped and graded and then sent off to your marina bio thingy. But until this little adventure of yours is over and you're back to the life of a free woman you will act as a good little slave girl. I'm not gonna lie to you you're going to be treated like a slave and unfortunately or fortunately, depending on your preferences you'll be forced to eat some sausages and/or munch on carpets. If you listen and obey you will be on your way without any more trouble, if you decide that you want to be a little cunt and not listen to your betters then you'll find yourself in hell, trust me, it's not worth it, swallow your pride and swallow cocks, hell you might even enjoy it it."
This was a lot at once but I had to listen. I'm smart enough to understand that disobedience even at a slave grading can lead to criminal enslavements. I absorbed every piece of information Darla gave me. She went on to mention that my name Bailey was no longer my official I.D and instead I was given the temporary slave designation of 457-348-1165 or for short 1165 and to be specifically pronounced One-One-Six-Five, I was reminded to address anyone who wasn't a fellow slave as Master or Mistress and to treat them with utmost respect. If I was to be used sexually, so be it. She continued with how the trip was to be long and bumpy and that I was to be properly fed and hydrated.
"Now before chow time I'm gonna finish gearing you up. Since you're a first timer I need to secure you appropriately, this is for your safety."
Darla brought out a bundle of heavy looking chains, padlocks and wide leather cuffs. She dropped it all and began to quickly "gear me up" as she called it.
First came the wrist cuffs, locking each with small padlocks, bringing my hands behind my back she locked both cuffs together with a larger padlock. Next came the ankles, the same types of cuffs though bigger and looser with the same small padlocks, a heavy chain of about a foot long was then locked to each cuff. Darla explained that the chain wouldn't let me run but shouldn't hinder my movements too much and also reassured my immediate concerns that the handlers are trained and will be careful when leading me around.
Once I was properly "slave naked" as it's typically referred to, Darla went back into the small building and came back out with 2 dog-like metal bowls. She set them both in front of me before encouraging me to eat and drink as much as I could. Then she left to return to the air conditionned office.
I looked at the bowls with disgust. One contained what I can only describe as fadded white-ish water and the other had what looked exactly like large pellet dry dog food.
"Hey it's actually not that bad, give it a try sister," said a voice to my right.
I looked to see a blonde gorgeous looking young woman, she had blue streaks in her hair and looked like a model.
"I'm 8809, or Valerie. Trust me the food is not as bad as it looks. Try it, I think our ride is about to he here soon."
"Hi, I'm Bailey or umm.. 1165."
"Nice to meet you Bailey, from what Mistress Darla said you're new to this huh? If you don't mind me asking how did you end up like this?"
"I'm not chipped or graded and I need to be to enter the province. I'm going to be a marine biologist, or I hope I will if I get out of this mess that is!" I said almost tearing up.
"Don't worry about it! Just obey and you'll be fine. Eat up before you can't."
She was right and I knew it. Without my hands I bent down to start on the pellets and discovered they smelled like beef jerky and tasted like meat chips which wasn't all that bad. It was very dry and salty tasting and I quickly went for the murky water. To my surprise the water tasted incredibly sweet and immediately refreshing. I went back to the pellets and ate the whole thing and then finished off with the water.
Swallowing the last chug I said with great surprise, "Damn! That water tastes great! What's in this? It might become my new favorite drink!"
"Yeah I know! Slave food looks disgusting but the taste and smell is amazing right?! The food is just combined cuts of meats and veggies mashed together and the water is a mix of semen and electrolytes. Super healthy too."
"... Did you... Did you just say... semen?! I just drank fucking cum?!"
The other slightly older slave replied, "Calm down newbie, this water is actually proven to have lots of health benefits, it's good for you, just be thankful it now tastes great, cuz it didn't always, trust me."
"She right!" Picked up Valerie, "Cum is actually really good for you, look at Alex over here she just hit 40 and she barely looks over 25!"
Valerie was right, looking at the other slave Alex she did not at all look her age, no visible wrinkles or anything, I assumed she had been a slave for quite awhile but since she hit her 40th year that meant she would be freed as that was the "age out" age.
We talked a bit more between us about different topics. They asked me about my life in university studies but my boring responses were evidently boring, we switched topics to what I could expect from a grading and such. Valerie being a voluntary slave was trying to convince me to sign up myself but I had worked too hard to let it all go for a temporary sexual thrill.
After a few more words exchanged between us, like Alex talking about how to give a proper blow job I began to feel incredibly warm and fuzzy, almost like I was high on weed. Being legal in Canada I had dabled with it a few times but this high that seemingly came out of nowhere was intoxicatingly erotic. I began rubbing my legs together as Alex kept explaining how to wrap my tongue around a penis and make him cum in less than 30 seconds. My cheeks flushed, my heart pumping slightly faster but my body feeling soft, warm and fuzzy. The slight wind on my skin felt like a blanket of occasional coldness rubbing against me just like I kept rubbing my legs. I was desperate for someone to touch my pussy and could feel myself becoming ridiculously wet down there.
Valerie picked up on my behavior and nudge Alex to stop rambling and admire my struggles. Our eyes met and I shamefully said, "I... I really NEED to cum..." I followed that embarrassing request with a soft moan that surprised myself.
"I guess the water is hitting you now."
"Oooooh... mhmm... the... the water? What?"
Alex having her hands free like Valerie leaned on her fist before saying with a huge smile, "The water they give us not only contains high vitamins, cum and a great tasting sweetener but also a very powerful aphrodisiac, better known as Horny Juice."
"Yup", continued Valerie, "It used to be injected in your blood stream via needles but alternative were made to put it in our water. The effects are long lasting but have two somewhat fun but annoying side effects, besides making you stupid levels of horny."
"Yeah!... Oh my god... Oooh... what are the... mhmmm... what are the side effects?"
Both veteran slaves chuckled at my inability to sound normal, Valerie explained that beyond the obvious effects that were hitting me like a freight train two other side effects were in motion. Number one, I would have a hard time achieving any kind of orgasm making edging me incredibly easy to even the most inexperienced person in sex. Number two the best side effect by far, was that if I was to reach an orgasm after being played with long enough that the "O" as they called it would be out of this world. Squirting was not uncommon apparently.
As I was being fed all this info and me trying to not look like a desperate whore, Darla, or sorry, Mistress Darla showed up. My sense heighted in different areas made her appear from thin air. She bent down to unlock my chain and clip a leash to the collar, as she did I saw her eyes look at the puddle I had created on the mat.
She turned to my embarrassed tomato red face knowing full well that she saw how immensely aroused I was.
"It always hits harder the first time love, don't worry. It'll make it easier for you."
Mistress Darla brought me to my feet and gave my breasts a firm grip before giving my nipples a little pinch.
"Mhmmm..." was all I could muster from that. I startled myself at how I took pleasure in the pain she just gave me. I had my nipples pinched before and it hurt like hell. This was harder and it felt... it felt great.
Mistress Darla gave a little chuckle and unchained the two other slaves. She then linked our collars in a coffle together. I felt so unfairly out of place with my heavily shackled ankles and my hands locked behind but it was probably for the best as I wouldn't be able to stop myself from violently masturbating myself even in broad daylight, slave naked and in public.
The transport pulled up and soon enough Alex, followed by Valerie and then myself got into the back of the small cube like trailer. It reminded me of a U-hault truck except for the small cage-like cells in it. The guard put in and locked the cell of Alex and Valerie and when he came up to me and began pulling my chain I stopped and cannot believe myself at what I said next.
"Master... would... would you please let this slutty slave girl pleasure your magnificent cock?"
I immediately flushed red as I saw Valerie wide mouth and smiling not able to believe herself what I just said. Alex herself adopting her own smile like a proud mama hen watching her chicks spread their wings.
The guard turned around quickly noticing my newbie outfit of the additional cuffs. A laughing grin decorated his face as he pushed me down to my knees. I buckled at his touch and waited impatiently but calmly for him to fish out his member.
Finally pulling out a soft but well shaved meat noodle he presented it to me, I glanced at Alex who gave me a head nod signaling something like "remember what I taught you". I put my attention back on the meat I was about to swallow.
As per her directions I began by giving soft wet kisses on the tip and around the entire member. It resulted in waking up the dick and soon began increasing in size, I kept going by now slowly licking it like a long ice cream cone. After a few dedicated seconds of passionate licks it was now at full attention. Strong veins all around it made it look intimidating but inviting all at the same time. I then moved to the next step and wrapped my tongue around the shaft while bobbing my head up and down, increasing in rhythm as I heard my Master's moans confirming I was doing good. I kept a good pace like that for about a minute before I felt an sudden increase in size and soon after a warm and heavy liquid filled my mouth. As per my sister's guidance I pulled away and presented the load on my tongue waiting for permission.
"Swallow, slave."
Obeying immediately and without hesitation the fresh cum was now inside my tummy. I crawled back inside my cell, layed down on the comfortable mat covered floor and began looking forward to doing that again.
"Maybe Valerie was right.. being a slave doesn't seem all that bad..." I thought to myself as I drifted off to sleep.
I was getting close though, only maybe a dozen or so cars in front of me. While waiting bumper to bumper I noticed a little scene happening to my left. The toll border had a small public building you could park next to and use bathrooms if needed but what I saw was a bit more unusual, at least to me.
Two women, one who looked in her mid twenties and another a bit older were naked, kneeling on the hot asphalt, metal collars adorned their necks.
"Slaves, ugh... glad I'm not them," I said to myself.
Slavery came about a few years after the US legalized it. Once the Canadian government saw the ridiculous boom in economy in our western neighbors they were quick to consult experts and begin with legislations to bring it here. Soon after private companies such as the most popular Big C, an obvious copy pasta of the US Big D stores started many attempts to lure in the public to become inventory.
Sure there was still the unfortunate but all too common practice of banks encouraging people to put themselves up as collateral on their loans and that quickly brought a multitude of not so eager slaves. To boost numbers and to appease public relations with legalized slavery they began offering a substantial financial gain if one was to self-enslave. A whopping 65% of their sale price would be given to any who completed a 3 year contract. The average slave for 3 year contracts sold at a minimum of 75 000$, 65% of that would bring in almost 50k in their pocket, non taxable too. On top of that the now freed slave would receive tax and insurance reductions as well as guaranteed medical coverage even if unemployed.
It was certainly an interesting proposition but not for me. With the "slavery boom" that people called, soon all potential young men and women upon reaching the age of 18 were to be registered in a government database in order to be appraised for possible enslavements. Despite many offers from people, mostly his "friends" my father refused all of them and forbade me to live on my own and especially to be slave graded. This made me somewhat feel left out as I didn't have the sexy stories of being graded like most all my classmates.
But being forced to suck dicks for 3 years just to get a tax reduction and some small fortune wasn't my idea of fun. Instead I dedicated myself to my studies. Years later at only 26 years old I was on the way to the neighboring province of Nova Scotia to start my dream job as a marine biologist. Anyway back to it.
Yup, two slaves, butt naked, collared and kneeling on the probably lava hot asphalt and what looked like their collars chained to the ground? I started to squint my eyes to see better but was immediately honked at from behind.
The line was clear! My turn finally!
I pulled up to the toll booth, an older looking lady in her late fifties with a name tag of Darla began her usual speel.
"I.D please love," already having it ready in my hand I handed it over while she continued, "Are you carrying any illegal substances or firearms on you or in your vehicle?"
"No ma'am." I replied politely.
She continued while checking my I.D with her scanner, "Good, good, what is the purpose of your visit in Nova Scotia and how long are you staying?"
"I'm here to begin my career as a marine biologist. I'm staying for the summer before going back home to New-Brunswick for the winter and coming back in late spring."
Darla looked up from her scanner and directly at me, with a tone of sarcasm she said, "Marine biology eh? You a big shot? Must of been lotta years of hard studying for that I bet?"
Unsure how to answer to not sound impolite I said that I was just lucky I had to opportunity. She asked a few questions back and forth about the job and what I'll be doing and such, she did seem genuinely interested but I could sense she wasn't being serious.
"Anyway, you should be getting going here before the honkers start getting impatient."
"Finally!" I thought to myself, "I can get out of this awkward interrogation and back on the road, I still had quite the drive ahead of me.
"Oh! I almost forgot love, since you're staying for a month, I have to scan your slave chip and get your info in the database."
"Umm... I don't have a slave chip..." I replied nervously.
"What? A hot piece of ass like you hasn't been graded? You can't be serious?!"
I didn't really appreciate the comment on my "hot ass"... but it wasn't entirely unwelcomed either, "No sorry, I haven't been graded. Is it necessary?"
"Well unfortunately love you need to have one since you're staying here over 30 days. You could always come back home before the 30 days are up and then wait a period of at least 14 days before being able to return."
"That won't do because I have to go on these expeditions on research vessels and we're gone for at least 2 months at a time. Can you please make an exception... Darla?" I read her name hoping to trigger some sort of personal connection with her.
"No can do love, we can arrange it in no time at all, just pull up your car pass the line and into the lot. Go into the facility building and tell the man at the desk, Jerry, that you need to he chipped, I'll radio him with the situation. Do what he tells you, trust me it's for your safety."
Seeing no other option I reluctantly pulled forward and into the lot. A small part of my mind thought about making a run for it and speeding away but that would likely make things worse. I took a few deep breaths mentally preparing myself to get a electronic chip inserted inside my right boob.
I got out of my car with my sachel purse and headed in the small building. As Darla said I walked up to the desk, a man with the name tag Jerry looked up from his computer screen.
"You must be Bailey, hi I'm Jerry, come this way, we'll get you sorted."
His amicable and calming tone was nice to hear given the amount of butterflies that were currently invading my stomach. He pointed to a plastic shipping crate and directed me to put a return address for my clothes.
I knew what was next after writing down the address of the marine study building. Without being asked to I began undressing bit by bit and soon enough found myself in my birthday suit. Jerry reminded me of removing all jewelry and include it all in the box. As I was removing my last bracelet on my ankle two older men walked in and started oogling at me.
"Damn! What's going here? Enslaving this one man?" One the guys said while checking me out.
"No, no, just a routine slave chip insertion and grading," replied Jerry.
"Grading?!" I almost screamed, "I thought I was just gonna get chipped and sent on my way?!"
"Did Darla not explain this to you? I can't chip you here, we're not equipped for that. We only have a few spare slave tools and that's about it really, you'll be sent to the nearest Big C facility for chipping and while you're there you'll also be graded. But don't worry about the fees for all of it, the province will cover it, you'll likely get a bill in the mail. Once you're graded you'll be sent to the same address your clothes are being sent to. They'll take care of you from there."
To say I was having a panic attack would be an light way of putting it. My heart rate was through the roof and I fell to the ground, I could faintly hear mocking laughter and soon after darkness.
**About an hour later**
I slowly awoke to the sound of metal clanking and an annoying echo following the original sound. I could barely make out a voice speaking loud but not quite yelling at me. Then I heard my name.
"Bailey?! That's your real name right? Wake up! The transport is almost here!"
I slowly woke up thinking the last hour was just a nightmare but I soon realized otherwise... I felt a stiffness around my entire neck with a small pressure on my throat. I brought my hands to my neck to touch hard metal, nearly breaking a nail by how fast my hands shot up there. My eyes fully opened, a familiar face glaring at me with a sense of impatience, Darla.
"Darla?... what's going on?"
Rubbing my eyes I couldn't see her clearly even how close her face was. All I saw were thick black bars blocking my full vision. Then I realized that I wasn't having another episode and that I was inside a cage.
"Yes it's me! Now get up we have to finish gearing you up. The transport is less than 15 minutes out, I have to get you fed and hydrated. Move your butt love!"
Quickly coming to terms of my situation I got up on all fours as that was all the cage allowed me to do. Darla opened the cage and expertly clipped a leash to my new heavy duty necklace.
I reluctantly followed her pulls while remaining on all fours. Thankfully as we passed the reception area there was no one there besides Jerry who wished me "good luck on getting a good grade!"
Darla reached the door leading outside. I stopped in fear, no way was I going outside like this, naked, collared and leashed?! Hell no.
"Love I'm not gonna bore you with a long speech here but if you don't move that little butt of yours you're gonna find out what happens to slaves who disobey", she said all this while reaching for a shock baton now unclipped from her utility belt and turned it on mere inches from me.
Having seen "educational" videos about legalized slavery in highschool when I was 18 I knew all too well what that stick could do. So with all my courage but mostly fear I followed my handler's tugs leading outside.
It took a moment for my eyes to adjust to the blazing sun. Without my sunglasses it was blinding. I maintained my gaze on the ground letting Darla lead me along. I was stopped and positionned to kneel on a soft mat. My leash unclipped and replaced with a heavy duty metal chain locked on collar's frontal D-ring.
Darla stood to my front blocking the sun and ordering me to meet her eyes.
"This is gonna be as short and sweet as I can do love. You're gonna be sent with these two ladies here," I looked to my right and saw the two women I saw earlier before being directed to look back at Darla, "you'll be going with them to the nearest Big C facility in Truro. There you'll be chipped and graded and then sent off to your marina bio thingy. But until this little adventure of yours is over and you're back to the life of a free woman you will act as a good little slave girl. I'm not gonna lie to you you're going to be treated like a slave and unfortunately or fortunately, depending on your preferences you'll be forced to eat some sausages and/or munch on carpets. If you listen and obey you will be on your way without any more trouble, if you decide that you want to be a little cunt and not listen to your betters then you'll find yourself in hell, trust me, it's not worth it, swallow your pride and swallow cocks, hell you might even enjoy it it."
This was a lot at once but I had to listen. I'm smart enough to understand that disobedience even at a slave grading can lead to criminal enslavements. I absorbed every piece of information Darla gave me. She went on to mention that my name Bailey was no longer my official I.D and instead I was given the temporary slave designation of 457-348-1165 or for short 1165 and to be specifically pronounced One-One-Six-Five, I was reminded to address anyone who wasn't a fellow slave as Master or Mistress and to treat them with utmost respect. If I was to be used sexually, so be it. She continued with how the trip was to be long and bumpy and that I was to be properly fed and hydrated.
"Now before chow time I'm gonna finish gearing you up. Since you're a first timer I need to secure you appropriately, this is for your safety."
Darla brought out a bundle of heavy looking chains, padlocks and wide leather cuffs. She dropped it all and began to quickly "gear me up" as she called it.
First came the wrist cuffs, locking each with small padlocks, bringing my hands behind my back she locked both cuffs together with a larger padlock. Next came the ankles, the same types of cuffs though bigger and looser with the same small padlocks, a heavy chain of about a foot long was then locked to each cuff. Darla explained that the chain wouldn't let me run but shouldn't hinder my movements too much and also reassured my immediate concerns that the handlers are trained and will be careful when leading me around.
Once I was properly "slave naked" as it's typically referred to, Darla went back into the small building and came back out with 2 dog-like metal bowls. She set them both in front of me before encouraging me to eat and drink as much as I could. Then she left to return to the air conditionned office.
I looked at the bowls with disgust. One contained what I can only describe as fadded white-ish water and the other had what looked exactly like large pellet dry dog food.
"Hey it's actually not that bad, give it a try sister," said a voice to my right.
I looked to see a blonde gorgeous looking young woman, she had blue streaks in her hair and looked like a model.
"I'm 8809, or Valerie. Trust me the food is not as bad as it looks. Try it, I think our ride is about to he here soon."
"Hi, I'm Bailey or umm.. 1165."
"Nice to meet you Bailey, from what Mistress Darla said you're new to this huh? If you don't mind me asking how did you end up like this?"
"I'm not chipped or graded and I need to be to enter the province. I'm going to be a marine biologist, or I hope I will if I get out of this mess that is!" I said almost tearing up.
"Don't worry about it! Just obey and you'll be fine. Eat up before you can't."
She was right and I knew it. Without my hands I bent down to start on the pellets and discovered they smelled like beef jerky and tasted like meat chips which wasn't all that bad. It was very dry and salty tasting and I quickly went for the murky water. To my surprise the water tasted incredibly sweet and immediately refreshing. I went back to the pellets and ate the whole thing and then finished off with the water.
Swallowing the last chug I said with great surprise, "Damn! That water tastes great! What's in this? It might become my new favorite drink!"
"Yeah I know! Slave food looks disgusting but the taste and smell is amazing right?! The food is just combined cuts of meats and veggies mashed together and the water is a mix of semen and electrolytes. Super healthy too."
"... Did you... Did you just say... semen?! I just drank fucking cum?!"
The other slightly older slave replied, "Calm down newbie, this water is actually proven to have lots of health benefits, it's good for you, just be thankful it now tastes great, cuz it didn't always, trust me."
"She right!" Picked up Valerie, "Cum is actually really good for you, look at Alex over here she just hit 40 and she barely looks over 25!"
Valerie was right, looking at the other slave Alex she did not at all look her age, no visible wrinkles or anything, I assumed she had been a slave for quite awhile but since she hit her 40th year that meant she would be freed as that was the "age out" age.
We talked a bit more between us about different topics. They asked me about my life in university studies but my boring responses were evidently boring, we switched topics to what I could expect from a grading and such. Valerie being a voluntary slave was trying to convince me to sign up myself but I had worked too hard to let it all go for a temporary sexual thrill.
After a few more words exchanged between us, like Alex talking about how to give a proper blow job I began to feel incredibly warm and fuzzy, almost like I was high on weed. Being legal in Canada I had dabled with it a few times but this high that seemingly came out of nowhere was intoxicatingly erotic. I began rubbing my legs together as Alex kept explaining how to wrap my tongue around a penis and make him cum in less than 30 seconds. My cheeks flushed, my heart pumping slightly faster but my body feeling soft, warm and fuzzy. The slight wind on my skin felt like a blanket of occasional coldness rubbing against me just like I kept rubbing my legs. I was desperate for someone to touch my pussy and could feel myself becoming ridiculously wet down there.
Valerie picked up on my behavior and nudge Alex to stop rambling and admire my struggles. Our eyes met and I shamefully said, "I... I really NEED to cum..." I followed that embarrassing request with a soft moan that surprised myself.
"I guess the water is hitting you now."
"Oooooh... mhmm... the... the water? What?"
Alex having her hands free like Valerie leaned on her fist before saying with a huge smile, "The water they give us not only contains high vitamins, cum and a great tasting sweetener but also a very powerful aphrodisiac, better known as Horny Juice."
"Yup", continued Valerie, "It used to be injected in your blood stream via needles but alternative were made to put it in our water. The effects are long lasting but have two somewhat fun but annoying side effects, besides making you stupid levels of horny."
"Yeah!... Oh my god... Oooh... what are the... mhmmm... what are the side effects?"
Both veteran slaves chuckled at my inability to sound normal, Valerie explained that beyond the obvious effects that were hitting me like a freight train two other side effects were in motion. Number one, I would have a hard time achieving any kind of orgasm making edging me incredibly easy to even the most inexperienced person in sex. Number two the best side effect by far, was that if I was to reach an orgasm after being played with long enough that the "O" as they called it would be out of this world. Squirting was not uncommon apparently.
As I was being fed all this info and me trying to not look like a desperate whore, Darla, or sorry, Mistress Darla showed up. My sense heighted in different areas made her appear from thin air. She bent down to unlock my chain and clip a leash to the collar, as she did I saw her eyes look at the puddle I had created on the mat.
She turned to my embarrassed tomato red face knowing full well that she saw how immensely aroused I was.
"It always hits harder the first time love, don't worry. It'll make it easier for you."
Mistress Darla brought me to my feet and gave my breasts a firm grip before giving my nipples a little pinch.
"Mhmmm..." was all I could muster from that. I startled myself at how I took pleasure in the pain she just gave me. I had my nipples pinched before and it hurt like hell. This was harder and it felt... it felt great.
Mistress Darla gave a little chuckle and unchained the two other slaves. She then linked our collars in a coffle together. I felt so unfairly out of place with my heavily shackled ankles and my hands locked behind but it was probably for the best as I wouldn't be able to stop myself from violently masturbating myself even in broad daylight, slave naked and in public.
The transport pulled up and soon enough Alex, followed by Valerie and then myself got into the back of the small cube like trailer. It reminded me of a U-hault truck except for the small cage-like cells in it. The guard put in and locked the cell of Alex and Valerie and when he came up to me and began pulling my chain I stopped and cannot believe myself at what I said next.
"Master... would... would you please let this slutty slave girl pleasure your magnificent cock?"
I immediately flushed red as I saw Valerie wide mouth and smiling not able to believe herself what I just said. Alex herself adopting her own smile like a proud mama hen watching her chicks spread their wings.
The guard turned around quickly noticing my newbie outfit of the additional cuffs. A laughing grin decorated his face as he pushed me down to my knees. I buckled at his touch and waited impatiently but calmly for him to fish out his member.
Finally pulling out a soft but well shaved meat noodle he presented it to me, I glanced at Alex who gave me a head nod signaling something like "remember what I taught you". I put my attention back on the meat I was about to swallow.
As per her directions I began by giving soft wet kisses on the tip and around the entire member. It resulted in waking up the dick and soon began increasing in size, I kept going by now slowly licking it like a long ice cream cone. After a few dedicated seconds of passionate licks it was now at full attention. Strong veins all around it made it look intimidating but inviting all at the same time. I then moved to the next step and wrapped my tongue around the shaft while bobbing my head up and down, increasing in rhythm as I heard my Master's moans confirming I was doing good. I kept a good pace like that for about a minute before I felt an sudden increase in size and soon after a warm and heavy liquid filled my mouth. As per my sister's guidance I pulled away and presented the load on my tongue waiting for permission.
"Swallow, slave."
Obeying immediately and without hesitation the fresh cum was now inside my tummy. I crawled back inside my cell, layed down on the comfortable mat covered floor and began looking forward to doing that again.
"Maybe Valerie was right.. being a slave doesn't seem all that bad..." I thought to myself as I drifted off to sleep.
