Alternate Heartland Slavery.

[gary]

So about three years ago I had thought about what might have happened if Amy found herself experiencing slavery right was instead of the other works slow burn. So far the story has three Chapters and a fourth is possible. As for my original Heartland story I do have ending planned but so still thinking on the details. Right now this is the story that want to write. There is an alternate scene included but it doesn't work with the rest of the story but I liked it so much I included it.

ALTERNATE HARTLAND SLAVE STORY

CHAPTER ONE

Amy was at the counter in Maggie’s Diner talking to her friend Soraya, or at least she was in between her black friend serving customers. She said to Amy, “Hey, behind you, there’s a Mountie and a guy with him who looks scary.”
Amy looked and exclaimed quietly, “Is that a whip on his belt?”
Realizing what he was, Soraya asked, “What’s a Slave Catcher doing here?”
Then the catcher spoke out to the crowd, “A runaway slave has been reported from around here. She’s blond, blue eyes, brown eyebrows, nineteen years old, five feet five-inch-tall, average build, C cup breasts, answers to Liz. I’m hanging her poster here but the picture isn’t very good so I’m going to have to check your slave chips.”
A few women undid their shirts, or lowered the straps on dresses and halter tops. The man took a machine and started pushing it against the bare skin of likely candidates. Then he came over to Amy, “OK show some skin, I need to check you.”
Amy spoke up, “I’m not chipped, and not interested getting one.”
“Are you eighteen?” He inquired; Amy replied she was.
“Well one way or another I have to check if that’s true.”
“I’m wearing a t-shirt; I can’t pull it down enough for you.”
“Then pull it up.” He insisted.
“I’m not doing that in public!” Amy exclaimed.
“Well, I ‘m getting that reading one way or another, and you look a lot like my runaway slave.” The catcher threatened.
Soraya spoke up, “Look you can do it in the kitchen, my mom’s the only one there.”
Amy said “Fine.” And the man agreed.
Once in the kitchen he took her to a back room and Amy had to take her shirt off completely for him to do his job. When he pushed her bra down Amy objected strenuously, but her bra was pushed down exposing both her breasts as well as restricting her arm movements.
Amy was now terrified at what was happening, her inner strength was crumbling. The bra straps felt like her arms were tied. He now demanded she remove her blue jeans to inspect for slave markings. Again, she objected, so then he threatened to take her to a slave facility for official verification of her status. She was shaking as she slowly pushed down both her blue jeans and panties. He turned her around and closely inspected her.
“Too bad you’re not the slave I’m looking for. I’d gladly take you in to be enslaved, your already dressed for it.”
A chill went down her back, “Well, I’m not, and have no interest in being one, or even getting one of those chips. Please just leave me alone”
He lectured Amy, “It doesn’t matter, you really should, even if you don’t want to be a slave. It’s required in other provinces and countries so you need it to travel. And its good protection as it doesn’t just list your number but your status. And it’s linked to government databases of slaves.” Amy had heard this spiel before; it was pretty standard rhetoric one found in government pamphlets and advertising. The slave catcher looked over Amy with a trained eye, “Besides, things change, you can still end up a slave whether you want to or not. And I bet you’d fetch a good price at auction, your pretty and have a great body.”
She didn’t realize it happened at first but his hands were on her naked body caressed her breasts and teased her clit. Amy’s body betrayed her; it loved the pleasure he was giving her. She couldn’t find the words to defend herself. She gasped as he pushed three fingers in her, and her body surrendered to the ecstasy he was giving her. She didn’t want it to end, and without thinking she started riding his fingers. He spun her around and bent her over the counter. She felt his hard member entered her; it was just what she wanted. She had never been like this, she would have normally fought back and called it rape, but she didn’t. She wanted it, she needed it, she had been brought to such an intense level of sexual excitement and anxiety, she wanted to be satisfied. She quickly came, so much quicker than she had ever before. Almost as soon as she climaxed, she felt the hot spunk fill her and while his body jerked with his own orgasm.


ALTERNATE SCENE
When he was done, he grabbed Amy and pulled her out the back door. Amy was in a fog as she found herself pushed in a cage in the back of his SUV. Her body was slammed back and forth as he drove quickly through town.
Amy, now scared, realized they had come to a stop. He came and open up the cage, ordering her to follow him. She was in a state of conflicting emotion, uncertain of what to do, or even what was happening. Amy walked behind him stupefied, soon finding herself in his motel room.
He pushed her down to her knees, pulled out his cock, and demanded, “Suck!”
Amy found his cock pushed into her face, realizing there was still moisture from her previous fucking on it and that it was getting smeared on her face. All of a sudden, she found the semi-hard member pushed into her mouth. She found her tongue was starting to tentatively lick at it. He pushed it harder into her mouth reaching to the back of her throat, gagging her. Luckily, he withdrew before she could retch. Quickly he started sliding his cock back and forth in her mouth, and Amy found herself unable to do much beyond just being a sex toy for him.
Quickly, he pulled out and pushed her on to her back. She found her knees being pulled apart and the slave catcher pushing his cock inside her pussy. Her body betrayed her and shuddered in pleasure to the violation. Back and forth it went building up her pleasure level. It was so raw, so violent. Something she had never experienced before. Something she would had been sure she would have hated. But here she was being raped and enjoying it.
Soon she felt his hot ejaculate fill her, and it felt good. But she felt cheated as she hadn’t been able to climax herself. Amy was now in a condition of intense sexual arousal along with denied gratification. She was squirming and tense and called out, “Fuck me again, make me come, please!”
The Catcher just chuckled and put a steel slave collar and leash on her. “Come on, lets go. Gotta get you registered and enslaved.” He pulled her by her collar back the cage in in SUV and drove away.
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There was the noise of Maggie returning and he quickly zipped himself up. “Your clearly not the slave I’m looking for.” He pronounced to cover up what had happened. He gave her his card, “Call me if you see her, or would like to be enslaved. I’ll take you through the process personally.” As soon as he left, Amy grabbed her clothes and slowly put them back on while trying to calm down from her forcefully fulfilled state. Maggie asked if she was ok and Amy just gave her a weak reply that she was fine. She walked back into the diner and gave an offhand goodbye to her friend, and with wobbly legs she unsteadily left the establishment.
Outside the police car was driving away and she again confronted her molester. “Glad to run into you so soon. I wanted to suggest I take you to get chipped.” Amy could only shake her head to say no but he took her arm and put her into the back seat anyways. “Don’t worry I’ll get you up and processed in a jiffy.” Amy was still in a state of unsettled satisfaction and couldn’t make her feelings known. She was in a state of confusion, no one had ever done anything remotely like this to her.
It was only a few blocks to City Hall, they entered looked at the building’s directory and went to the Land Titles Department, which had a small office with one worker who dealt with slaves. The Slave Catcher introduced herself as “Gerald Gorski, Slave Catcher’, showed his ID and asked to have Amy chipped and registered. The clerk insisted, “To do this properly you have to do this slave naked.” Amy was in a daze and Mr. Gorski started removing her clothes, but soon Amy was stripping herself and was soon naked.
The clerk asked her questions: full name, birth date, where does she live, father’s and mother’s name. Amy volunteered that she lived with her grandfather. He then had her stand in front of a wall mounted height ruler and then stand on a scale.
The he asked, “Have you had professional slave training?”
“No, just those stupid classes in high school.” She unsteadily replied.
“Have you been slave graded, professionally or otherwise?” To which she emphatically said no. He then asked for her driver’s license to verify her identify.
The clerk typed Amy’s information onto the chip reader/writer. He printed out the results and put it in front of Amy. “Please check to see this info is correct.” Amy looked it over and nodded. The clerk then downloaded the information into the chip, placed it in the Implanter, then pressed it against Amy’s left breast, when it fired Amy let out a cry of pain.
Up till now this whole situation had been like a strange dream. It was so unlike anything she had ever experienced; she was unable to orient herself and get a handle on what was happening. But the pain of the chipper brought Amy out of her reverie, and she tried to get her bearings.
The clerk addressed Mr. Gorski, “Now is this a voluntary enslavement?”
This stunned Amy, and she felt a shiver go down her spine. But it was a shiver of pleasure as well as fear. “No, that’s not why I’m here, it’s just to get her chipped.”
The clerk responded to Mr. Gorski, “I’m sorry, I just assumed that what this was about. Our chips are preloaded as ‘Slave’ since that is all we deal with. We’re too small a department to provide any slave services such as training, auctions or even storage.”
“Well, it sounds like a done deal, just put it through I guess”
“Not that easy actually, need some kind of authorization from a parent, spouse, magistrate or the slave herself.”
“I don’t have any of that, didn’t know anything about her family until just now. Maybe since she has come this far, she would like to consider it.”
Amy felt the shock run through her body and soul. She was listed as a SLAVE, was there no way out? Was she just a slave now, no choice? Somehow her mind was feeling like she didn’t have much of a choice. Amy struggled to fight the swirl of emotions in her. The idea of slavery, once something remote from her experience, was somehow enticing to her now. She didn’t know where this was coming from, the idea of slavery was an anathema to her. Something she inherited from bring brought up the anti-slavery household of her grandfather.
A paper was put in front of her, “Just sign this and you’ll be on your way.” Something deep in her said NO and with great effort she pushed the document away.
“Well can’t win them all, could have gotten a bonus for enslaving a woman.” The slave hunter sighed. The clerk pressed the encoder against Amy’s breast and she received her clothes back. She re-dressed herself in a fog and unsteadily walked out of the building back the truck she had borrowed from her grandfather.
This experience was not something Amy wanted to dwell on. She wanted to forget it and push hard against any attempt of the memory to resurface.

A few days later, a SUV rushed into the farmyard of Heartland Ranch. A man came out and called for help, and Amy, Ty, and her father rushed over. When they got there, they found a naked, collared girl in a cage, throwing up and convulsing. Ty called 911 and the girl was brought out of the car onto a blanket. Amy then realized the man was the slave catcher and this must be the escaped slave. Amy was insisting on getting the woman inside when Ty spoke up, “Its going to be an hour for the ambulance, there was a pile up south of town.” Then addressed Amy, “You know your grandfathers view on slaves.”
Amy responded, “Of course, but this is an emergency.”
Tim and the slave catcher picked up the ends of the blanket and put her on the couch.
“What happened.” Said Amy.
“She was acting up and fighting so I gave her a strong sedative, but she had a bad reaction.” The slave was starting to look better, and Amy went to sooth her. She was astonished when she recognized her. She was a girl from her own school, a year ahead of her. She didn’t know her well; she hung with the goth crowd and had a reputation as a slut.
Slave Liz was becoming conscious, looked at Amy and asked, “Who the hell are you?”
“I’m Amy, I used to go to the same school as you.”
“Ya, horse girl, I remember you. Where am I?”
“You’re at our ranch.”
“And still in my custody.” The catcher declared.
“Ya, fuck you.” And gave him both middle fingers.
“Hey let’s calm down, its no good if you get angry.” And she started talking about school days. They did this back and forth and discovered they both loved horses. All of this helped calmed her down.
The slave catcher took Amy aside, “This is the calmest I have seen her, I’d like you to come to the hospital with her to keep her that way.”
Amy wasn’t thrilled with the idea, and neither was anyone else. But Liz pleaded that she was scared and wanted someone to talk to. Finally, Amy agreed and when the ambulance showed up Amy went with them. Amy had to stay in the waiting room while the slave catcher watched the doctor gave the girl a checkup. She pronounced the girl had a severe allergic reaction but seemed to be over it for now. She insisted that she be given at least a day’s bedrest, but the catcher stated she would have to do that in the towns jail.
Amy went with the Slave Catcher and Liz to the Hudson Town Hall, where the RCMP detachment was. After seeing Liz taken to the jail, Amy was picked up by her Grandfather, and returned later on in the day to visit. There she met the slave’s owner, Tod Davin, in his 50s, not bad looking, but overweight. From first impressions Amy couldn’t see any character flaws that would make him a bad slave owner, but who knows? She asked him, “What her life like with you?”
“I have a wife and kids, but wife is too involved with kids and volunteering to spend time with me. Took me years to decide to get a slave, and what do I get, a real wildcat. Now she’ll be punished and probably be even more angry.”
“Where do you live, town or ranch?”
“Ranch, more of a hobby ranch, why?”
“Do you have horses?”
“Yes, for riding. Mostly for the kids.”
“Well, she does like horses; I don’t know if it would help but maybe she’d like to spend time taking care of them?”
“Well didn’t know that, she’s a fine pleasure slave but didn’t consider that.”
“Where’s your place?”
“We’re ten minutes west of Okotoks.”
“OK, that’s not too far away, if you let me, I could teach her about caring for horses.”
The slave catcher showed up, they talked and the catcher said to Amy, “You seem to be able to calm her down. You really should be enslaved alongside her. I’d really strongly recommend it, even insist on it.”
Amy was speechless, Mr. Davin piped in, “Yes I would like that, you’d have a good home and have a slave sister to teach about horses.” Amy couldn’t believe what they were saying.
The men started talking to each other, they had Amy stand up. She was wearing a tight halter top and shorts so; Mr. Davin could see the shape of her body. They discussed her body, looks, training she might need. They mentioned buying her from her father, getting her to sign enslavement papers, or look into judicial enslavement.
Amy was frozen, these men were talking about her fate like she it was already decided! All of a sudden, they slid off her tank top and bra. Her breasts were showing for all to see! Then her shorts and panties were gone, and she was naked! It was like she was in a nightmare, where you can’t move or speak. Then the slave catcher pulled Amy’s hands behind her back and locked her in cuffs, followed by a steel collar and chain. Then he forced her mouth open and sprayed something in. Both of them felt her up like she was a slave, then they went through her purse and got her identification.
They put her into a cage and drove the two and a half kilometers (about one and a half miles) to the municipal building. Somehow Amy wasn’t scared of anyone seeing her in the cage. She wasn’t scared, she didn’t try to escape, she didn’t call out for help. She had zoned out, the previous close call with slavery meant she didn’t panic.
When they arrived, she slowly got out of the cage and they took her again to the slave department.
The same clerk was there as before, for they only employed three people. The lack of customers meant he recognized Amy and Mr. Gorski immediately. With a slight smile he welcomed them, “Back so soon?” He looked at young girl who looked dazed and confused, her eyes open wide but staring out into space, she was slacked jawed and looked like she needed to be held up. He took a guess, “Are you here to enslave this woman?”
“I want to enslave this girl; she would be a good fit with my other slave.” Stated Mr. Davin.
The clerk pressed the chip reader against her breast and retrieved Amy’s information, then he entered her slave ID #267-456-873 into the computer.
“OK, now how is this being done, do you have a bill of sale from a parent? Or is this either a Judicial or voluntary enslavement?”
“Well, print up a voluntary enslavement and she’ll sign it now.”
Amy was completely astonished at what was happening in front of her. The image of her signing, of being put on the auction block, of constantly having sex with some overweight old guy went through her mind. She could hear the document of her doom printing, then it was in front of her and a pen placed in her hand.
“Come on, sign it, you can’t back out now, you agreed to this.” Said the slave catcher.
Amy tried to speak but nothing came out! The scared girl began to panic and nodded “no” repeatedly, while trying to say something”.
“Did you de-voice this woman?” Inquired the clerk.
“Yes, its standard procedure in slave catching.”
“How can she properly declare her intentions like that?”
Mr. Davin spoke up, “She can nod her head yes or no.”
“I’ll have to bring a notary to witness it.”
“The slave can just sign the document.” Them he spoke to Amy, “You let us strip and collar you, that means you accepted our decision to enslave you.” He uncuffed her and pushed the pen in her hand and moved it to where she would sign. “I told you your status can change. Just do it.” He pushed her hand to try to start her to sign. They had made a “Am” when Amy pulled her hand away.
“She doesn’t appear to want to sign.” Remarked the clerk.
“How about a judicial enslavement?” suggested Mr. Gorski.
“You’d need to do that in front of a magistrate at least, or better yet a judge. You’d need a good reason for it though. Has she broken the law, or been acting like a slave?”
“She’s naked, collared and not resisting.” Declared Mr. Davin
“That does work in favor of enslavement, but you’d need a lot more.”
“No,” Interjected Mr. Davin. “My other slave is disobedient, but this girl seems to calm her down. So, I need her.”
“I don’t think any judge will accept that as a good reason for enslavement, but could take into account.”
The slave catcher suggested, “I can use my authority to sanction her enslavement.”
“I’ll have to check the regulations first.” The clerk looked at the computer monitor and muttering to himself, “OK, involuntary enslavement.” “Slave Catcher authority.” Which were interspersed with ‘Hum’s and “Ah’s”. Finally, he looked up, “OK you have authority to enslave someone provided you’re a licensed Slave Catcher. However, you will have to defend this in front of a judge within forty-eight hours. You will have to show she has been acting like a slave for an extended period of time, or has broken the law. If you don’t show just cause, you can lose your license, maybe permanently, as well as pay a hefty fine and you’d be open to a lawsuit.” Then the clerk looked at Mr. Gorski, “From what you’ve told me here, I don’t you have a case.”
Mr. Gorski sighed, “Too bad, I get a bonus for enslaving girls. And you’d be a nice piece of tail to fuck as my right.”
While this had been happening in front of her, Amy’s emotions were see-sawing between hope and despair. She was close to hyperventilating and was getting dizzy. She needed to sit down NOW and slowly sunk to the floor, tears flowing. She didn’t know what to do, she couldn’t speak up for herself. She was almost ready to sign the papers just to have this all end.
The three men were looking down at her. The clerk had the two would be enslavers hoist her up. He placed the enslavement papers in front of Amy, “Sign if you wish to be enslaved, Ms. Trembly is a notary, and will either notarize your signature, or if you shake your head “no” she will be witness that you’re rejecting the offer of slavery. Please make your decision now.” It was then that Amy noticed the austere slim woman eyeing her with little sympathy. She had been hoping she could find someone sympathetic to her plight, but she wasn’t finding it anywhere.
Amy was shaking and unable to think straight. She was becoming completely overwhelmed with what was happening to her. Amy’s mental defences were becoming disorganized and she was almost looking for anything to grab on to. The young woman was starting to lose control of her emotions and she started sobbing. Amy legs gave out on her and she slid to the floor. She didn’t know what she was anymore.
“Well, we seem to have a problem that this woman can’t seem to answer one way or another. Could almost be some kind of Sudden Enslavement Syndrome I have read about.”
“What’s that?” Mr. Davin asked.
“I’ve only read a few articles about it, but apparently a woman who is suddenly enslaved can have some kind of a breakdown.” This was not a very good explanation of the syndrome, which is a split between a girl’s identification as a free woman and her new identity as a slave. Though as with all mental problems there is rarely a textbook case, with the severity of symptoms varying with different patients. Amy was losing her grip on her identity, uncertain of who she was.
Looking and the mentally confused woman the clerk continued, “And we have the additional problem that this woman has been devoiced. How much longer will that last.”
“Forty-Eight hours.” Replied Slave Catcher Gorski somewhat sheepishly. “I didn’t realize I was out of my short-term de-voicer and accidentally grabbed my longer term can.”
“OK, well someone is going to have to take care of this woman until her voice returns, she might be mistaken for an escaped slave.”
Mr. Davin asked, “We have her purse here, we can call her family.”
The clerk shook his head, “Though you would thing that is the best course of action, it usually isn’t. Getting the family involved can make thing worse with the girl being bombarded from all sides with anger, fear, concern and all the emotional drama you get from families. You have no idea what kind of family dynamics might blow up in your face.” He looked at the prostate girl, “So, it’s best to put her into a neutral place that’s quiet. And LITS slavery can fit the bill.”
“LITS slavery?” asked Mr. Davin.
The clerk responded, “Acronym for Limited Temporary Slavery It’s a variation of Protective Slavery. It’s a bit of a grey area, because where as Protective Enslavement is meant for long term protection from slavery. LITI Slavery is temporary for a woman in mental distress who’s slave status in uncertain or in dispute.
Mr. Davin volunteered to take Amy home with him. “I don’t know what I am going to tell my wife and kids though.” The clerk gave him a government pamphlet explaining protective enslavement and a website for more information.
The clerk addressed Amy, “Now Miss. Fleming, you are in a bit of a pickle. You cannot speak for yourself and you are showing a great deal of understandable mental distress.” Amy felt a tight knot form in her stomach. “So, I’m going to enslave you for 48 hours for your protection.” Then he addressed Mr. Davin, “You can’t sell her, you’re only allowed regular sexual use, nothing kinky. Punishment is limited, no whipping, spanking is permitted with an open hand, as well as some bondage positions.” He looked back at the slave girl. “You don’t need to sign anything, and please try to relax and find what you need. Unfortunately, there are no therapists around here that can help you, you’d have to go to Calgary for that probably.”
The clerk then typed on the computer and printed out the temporary enslavement papers. The clerk explained that the document is giving him limited rights to her as a slave as the purpose of the enslavement is for her protection. He then printed out another which explained his right and duties as her owner. The clerk and Mr. Davin signed the warrant for her enslavement and then the woman notarized it. After she did so she said, “Congratulation on your new slave.” With a smug satisfaction.
They got the new slave girl on her feet and unsteadily Mr. Davin led her by the chain to his SUV and Amy laid down in the back, exhausted by her ordeal, and hiding from prying eyes.
When they got to his home, no one else was there. He showed Amy the guestroom to lie down, “We don’t have slave cages for you to sleep in.” He told her. The overwhelming emotional toll of the day had exhausted her and she feel into a deep but restless sleep.
She slowly found herself waking up to the feeling of pleasure. She moaned and wiggled to the pleasant feeling. Master Davis was using a vibrator on her pussy lips to make her more compliant for use. She was feeling so good and felt even better when she felt the pleasurable vibrations move inside her vagina. She felt her head being turned to the side and felt a warm wet and soft object move past her lips. Amy had only given a blowjob once and didn’t really like doing it. But in this state, she was barely aware of what was happening. She could feel the object slide back and forth over her lips, and soon it seemed to grow and harden. She then felt it removed completely, which was followed by the delightful feeling from between her legs, being replaced with a warm and moist object. She felt it slide like it had done in her mouth and this too gave her a pleasant, but different, feeling.
She felt a heavy weight on top of her and hands massaging her breasts tenderly. Slave Amy felt someone’s kips upon her own and a tongue enter her mouth. Everything felt so good and satisfying she started moving in rhythm to his body. Soon she felt and warm liquid spraying inside her, followed by the removal of the organ. But then the delightful vibrations returned and soon had moved to her clitoris. Her whole body was feeling almost overwhelmed with pleasure.
Then he stopped, as Amy pleaded with her eyes he told her, “As a slave you have to ask to orgasm.”
“Please, please, let me orgasm.” Amy said immediately. Master put the vibrator back on and she arched her back and soon she started shaking with a powerful orgasm.
She lay there exhausted, happy in her post-coital satisfaction. She heard her master say, “You have to remember to ask MASTER when you want to come.” Then he said, “You need a slave name, you kinda look a bit like Kate Hudson, how about Kate?” Seeing no response from her he responded to his own suggestion, “Ya that’s a nice name, Kate it is.” Then he took a felt marker and wrote “Kate” on her left breast, then the back of her right hand to remind her and everyone else of her new name. In marking her he was also proclaiming his ownership of her.
Soon his wife came home and he had to explain what had happen. Her only response was, “Well she’d better pull her own weight, I’m not having another disrespectful, layabout pleasure slave around here.” Soon “Kate” was up and wondering what was going on, uncertain who she was. She saw the name on her hand, “Kate, am I Kate? Who am I?” Amy’s mind was hiding; she has dissociated from herself. She couldn’t remember Amy. “Kate, my name is Kate?” She said in her head.
When she came out of the bedroom, she was quickly put to work on household chores. When she tried to speak only a quite crock came out. Master Davin advised her, “Save you voice, if you try to speak it can make it take longer to heal.” When the daughter came home, he asked Kate who they should text a message to. Through a fog Kate pointed to her sister Lou’s phone number in her contacts. The Father and daughter then crafted a vague but reassuring text that ‘Amy’ was staying at the Davis’s house to help their Slave Liz.

[Survivor29]

“No, just those stupid classes in high school.” She unsteadily replied.

Is this in another story or is this just background/world building references?

[gary]

It is just a world building quote. With slavery so prevalent I figured there might be mandatory classes in High School. I haven't though of making a story of it and since it could involve those who might be considered underage, I didn't think it would be a good idea to write a story, or even provide more than minimal details.