A Heartland Slave Grading, Part Three

[Survivor29]

A Heartland Slave Grading: Part Three

This story has gone through the most changes. This was originally the first slave sub-plot and it only involved Amy.

The next year Big D’s from Texas paid to have a business display at the Calgary Stampede. There were displays of their Texas auctions operation and they had a slave auction section. They were located in the BMO Building along with hundreds of other businesses displaying their wares. Located at a large corner where there would be lots of traffic, the place was decorated with a homey western look. There was a booth with the usual table and a bright backdrop wall showing happy women, there were brochures for passerby’s to glance at what they offered, and beside them swinging doors that led to a bar and sitting area, then to the retail space of slave accessories and then there was a short passage way that led on the left to the auction area, and to the right the slave pens.

Amy’s sister, Lou, had convinced her to go with her on the second day of the Stampede. Her sister insisted that she should dress “nice” and even a little sexy since she was nineteen and a woman now. Amy was wearing a spaghetti strap, V neck light blue sundress that came to just above the knee and good walking sandals. This was not her usually fashion as she usually wore a shirt or halter top with blue jeans. As for her sister she wore a red sun dress with a deeper v neck and it came to mid calf. Lou wanted to show off, she had recently giving birth and had lost her pregnancy weight, but retained the enlarged mommy boobs since she was nursing.

It was a hot July day and hey had been on a few of the midway rides and had gone to the BMO center to see the distributors. Lou looked at products for home, while Amy looked at anything to do with horses. They were tired by the time they reached Big D’s they didn’t linger at the outside display booth because Lou noticed the large “Bar and Lounge” sign above the doors and told Amy they should go in to drink and rest.
Inside, discovering they didn’t have non-alcoholic drinks, Lou convinced Amy to have her first ‘real’ drink. Eighteen is the legal drinking age in Alberta, but Amy hadn’t drunk much more that an occasional glass of wine. Lou ordered “Sex on The Beach”, while Amy decided on the Strawberry Daiquiri. Both had had added flavors to cover what the bar business calls “over pour”, putting more alcohol in the drink than was needed. For a bar this would be operating at a loss, but selling strong drinks at Big D’s was meant to “loosen up” the customer, with the “Girly Drinks” especially affected. Though not so much that they could be considered spiked. Both women were a little tipsy now and not in a position to make good life choices.

When they got out of the chairs, they wondered over to the retail area and looked at the various collars, whip and restraints. Playing with them and trying some of them on for size in their relaxed state. Amy noticed a picture of a naked woman. When she stopped for a moment and saw it was a magazine called Sandy Foot - Canada. Nudity in the media wasn’t very unusual, with naked slaves in the streets and on TV, it was part of the common culture that being in your natural state was normal. Curiosity over took her and she picked it up and discovered the cover model was actually a slave that had been auctioned and inside were slaves to be auctioned here at the Stampede. She put it down and a blond woman came up to her and said in a thick Texas drawl. “Howdy, Keep it, it’s free. There’s are coupons in there ya’ll can use here.”

“I don’t think there is anything I’d be buying from here.” Amy replied. “We don’t have any slaves and are not looking for any.”

“Well ya’ll in a selling mood, why don’t you put your self up for auction? It’s an easy life an you’d sell for a pretty penny.”

Amy was tipsy and her past experience had made the idea of slavery no longer taboo, but then her sister came up behind the clerk. “Amy, why don’t we go?”

“Why, you her sister?” Lou applied in the affirmative, “My you’d make a great pair on the auction block, sisters sell for a premium.”

“Why thank you.” Said an inebriated Lou.

“Why don’t you come over to my enslavement center?”

“What the hell, lets see what she has to say.” She took Amy’s hand and walked over.

The woman looked at them, “What a fine pair of slaves you are, Now drop your clothes and we can get started.”

Lou asked, “I thought you were going to give us your recruitment spiel?”

“Why would one even need that? You have no more cares, no responsibilities, just lots of sex.” She slipped off their dresses to read the chip, eliciting giggles from each of them. “Now all I gotta do is read your chip and away you go, don’t really need all that other stuff. Then just got to print up your enslavement papers and I’ll sign them on your behalf and your all enslaved.”

“Wait, you can’t enslave us yourself, don’t you need our signature?”

“Legally yes, but this will do in a pinch, actually it just gets you on the block, and once sold all sales are final no matter what you say after.”

“Oh, well that’s a time saver.” Lou said.

The clerk got out two slave collars and two pairs of cuffs. She got out the chip reader and started pressing buttons, then more buttons, then curse words under her breath. “I got to get a different one.” And went in the back.

After a few minutes Amy said, “I think she forgot about us.”

“I think so, lets go see what the big deal is in the back.” And they started walking to the door. Then Lou exclaimed, “Wait we forgot our clothes.” And they rushed back, and quickly got dressed to the amusement of a couple of customers. And then walked to the doors of the main area.

When the blond clerk finally returned, she exclaimed, “Where’d they go?”

The customers said, “They went that away.” And pointed in different directions, but not the one they went.

Unfortunately, Lou had gotten turned around and led Amy through the wrong set of doors, these one let to the slave pens. When they realized where they were, they tried to go back but the doors were one way. So, Lou told Amy, “Lets go, it’ll be an adventure.” Amy was going to say she had been in a slave pen but decided not to reveal her little adventure.

They passed the various slaves in their pens, looking them over wondering how they got there, and thinking of themselves in that position. At the end of the row of pens, there was something else set up. It appeared to be a photography studio, but they had no idea why it would be here.

As soon as they were spotted by the photographer, he called them over. “Welcome to Miss Amateur Sandy Foot Girl. You’ve seen the magazine, have you thought what it would like to be on the cover yourselves? We take your picture and make a custom-made Sandy Foot magazine with YOU on the cover. We even give you several copies so you can share with friends or loved ones.” The girls were still in a very susceptible mood, and again it was Lou who led the charge. He told her to put on one of the plastic collars to complete the effect, and she hesitatingly put one on. Then she let her clothes fall off along with her sandals she took as sexy position as she could. The photographer came over to her, “OK you know you can do better than that.” And roughly positioned her with her legs farther apart and both hands above her head. After taking a couple of pictures he told her she sit on the bench over on the side.

Then he motioned for Amy to come over, “Well I don’t now about this.”

“Come on it’s a laugh, show how sexy you are.” Retorted her sister.

“Come on girly, you can do this easily.” And took her hand and escorted her over. He slid off her dress and bra straps. Letting the dress fall to the floor, then unhooked the front opening bra and let it hang lose, exposing her breasts. Amy let the bra fall the rest of the way and pushed down her panties, then took off her sandals. He clicked on the collar and then posed her in a very sexy pose and took the picture. He would come over and force her into even sexier pictures. Both girls were sitting on the bench, still naked with collars on, and their clothes on the floor some two meters / six feet away. A machine was whirring and six pages were printed out, he then stapled them to cover-less copies of Sandy Foot and presented them to the naked girls. They looked on them with a combination of embarrassment and pride.

“You know girls, we have an additional offer to take pics of you cuffed in a slave pen.” Lou unsteadily got up and volunteered. He took her into a pen and forcibly cuffed her hands behind her, and started taking pictures, then demanding she change into more and more sexually explicit poses, like bending over and pulling her pussy lips apart. he pushed Lou aside that she fell on the floor, then did the same with Amy, who didn’t say yes to it. Then he brought Lou forward and chained them together, and took more pictures, ordering them to kiss the have their tongues play with each other.

“Well now bitches, how you like to pay, cash, service or enslavement?” The two girls were still cuffed and leashed together. “Why don’t I just take you down to the auction block and just sell you, I’ll get a nice commission?”

Thankfully the girls had torn up the enslavement papers and dumped them in the garbage, if he had found them, they would have been out of options. Amy spoke up, “Please no, we’ll pay for everything in cash, please just let up go.” The photographer reluctantly and quite slowly unlocked them, making sure to touch their asses as much a possible. Once loose, Amy remembered their clothes, and walked over to retrieve them, along with their purses. Lou then fumbled with her purse and paid for everything. The photgapher grabbed two Big D’s shopping bags that announced “I Went To Big D’s Auction House And All I Got Was Enslaved” and showed a cartoon picture of a naked large breasted woman on the auction block with a whip flying above her. Into these he put each girl’s magazine, and their clothes and purses. “Now keep those collars on, they’re visitor collars, you’ve paid for them free and clear. And they protect you from being taken for merchandise.” The girls started wondering off unsteadily, still naked and collared, carrying their bags.

Again, they went down the wrong sections and they started hearing the call of an auctioneer. They quickly found themselves next to three slave girls in a coffle. The first one was blond, the second brunette, and the third was a very pretty and busty East Indian girl who put her hand on Amy’s shoulder. The slave monger appeared, and used to women getting lost, did his usual joking. “Hey we have a couple of extra slaves here. There’s room on the coffle for a couple more. Come on get, in the coffle” He felt he was just making fun of the lost girl, but a couple of times it had actually resulted in a girl doing as ordered.

Amy picked up the old coffle hanging behind the brown skinned girl, touching the old rusted steel implement. It gave her a chill up her spine, both of dread and titillation. When the light brown slave said, “Well are you two joining us?” The dark slave took the collar, “Why don’t we just put these on for size?” Amy was speechless, and before she knew it the collar was on her. While this was happening, Lou had been handling the other collar, putting it part of it on her neck when the jerk of the slave collaring Amy caused the collar to close.

“I, I, I’m not a slave.” she blurted out. She touched the collar and felt a chill down her back.

“Oh. come on you’ll enjoy it.” And the slave started playing with the sister’s nipples, then clits.

“Oh god that feels so good.” Amy closed her eyes, and started breathing quickly. “Please stop.” she finally said. ‘Please, please take this off.” she pleaded to the slave monger.

“Well it was too much to hope.” And unlocked the frightened and excited girls.

The slave monger said, “Slave girls love doing that to free women hoping to drag them down to their level.”

“Where are our clothes?” inquired Lou.

“They threw them into that slave pen. Since your slave naked you might as well let yourself be auctioned.”

Amy’s knees gave out on her, “Please no, please. I don’t want to be a slave!”

“Well go ahead and get your clothes, I have work to do.”

They went into the pen and retrieved their bags, then sat on the bench to let the shakes subside.

Another slave monger came on her, still undressed. “Why are not ready for auction?”

“Leave us alone, we’re not slaves.” Called out Amy

“Well we will soon get this checked out.” And grabbed them and pulled them out of the pen. While both sisters held even more firm on her remaining clothes. “Who has a chip reader?”

A voice called out, “There is one in the slave delivery area.” And the girls were locked together and led to the area where there were still a few cages with slaves in them who taunted them. Finally, a tall, dark-haired woman came up to them and pressed a machine against Lou’s left breast and confirmed she was a free woman. But when it came to Amy the reader buzzed and said Hold Error.

“What’s going on here?” the woman wondered. Then informed of the problem she declared, “I have to make a call. But this woman must be secured and held until we can get this figured out. And secure both their belongings, but they are to be treated well.”

The senior slave monger then instructed, “Back bracelets.” The women looked at him without comprehension. “Just turn around.” When they didn’t obey automatically, he became more forceful, “Now!” Startled, the woman turned around, after which he took their bags and he and another monger grabbed their hands and put wide cuffs on them. When the woman started to protest, he sprayed de-voicing spray in their mouths. The women tried to talk but were told to stop or they could make the de-voicing permanent. They were then locked in a slave pen, locked together, and left to stew.

Finally, the dark-haired woman returned. “OK, we can release you, your problem blondie,” referring to Amy, “is at HCI. You’d better get that sorted out soon or this might not be the last time this happens to you.” When it became obvious the women couldn’t respond, she yelled, “I told you not to abuse them. Now get over here and uncuff them.” A monger came over and opened the pen door, and removed their cuffs, and got their bags back. “Keep those collars on, you can get them removed at customer service.”

Amy and Lou started going through their bags to get dressed. But found their bra’s and panties were missing! They got dressed and waited in a corner till their voices came back an hour later.

They were finally able to leave but there was only one way out and that led to the auction arena. They were surprised and embarrassed by the all the people looking at them, looked around where to go. The auctioneer (who had been waiting for the next girl to be auctioned), “Are you sure you’re not our next items up for sale? Sister sell well and your undressing already.” It was then that Amy realized that both of her straps had fallen down, and she was showing off more that she would have liked. Someone pushed them up on the block, and they became scared and confused. Someone pulled down their dresses making them naked again. People started calling out bids, “$30,000, $31,000, $32,000.”

For a second Amy thought, “Wow they think I’m that valuable?” But then she shook her head to clear it. “I’m not a slave, please stop.” And she was quickly joined by her sister in her protests.

Someone called out “Bidding has started, its too late.”

The Auctioneer spoke up, “Now, now, I have not officially opened bidding, and they have visitor’s collars on so sorry no sale, unless one or both want to change their minds?”

Amy just stood there, naked, with the lights on her, and the gaze of dozens of lusty men. For a minute she didn’t know what to do, did she have a choice? “Can we leave?” she said to the to the auctioneer.

“Yes, you may, but come back again to be auctioned.”

The sisters had to stand on the auction block to pull up their clothes from around their legs under the disappointed gaze of the audience. Slowly they both got off the block to the whistles of the audience, and walked to the edge of the arena.

But then the curvy redheaded girl was brought up to the sales arena and mounted the block. Amy was shocked at the obscene (to her) positions that the girl performed as the audience glazed admiringly and placed their bids. Amy couldn’t look away at the scene, shocked at seeing all this first hand. The call of “Sold for $25,000 brought her wits back to her and she and her sister walked away briskly, Red faced they quickly made their retreat from the other bidders, some looking longingly towards the sisters.

They made there way back to the bright and cheery front part of the store and went to customer service to get their collars removed. After which they decided to browse the retail area again with its collars, cuffs, whips, vibrators, hoods, and various other products.

Lou inquired of the clerk, a tall raven-haired woman, “Excuse me, I was wondering about gifts for couples and business associates?”

“Come ov’air and I’ll show ya some of the good stuff.” She led them to a section of steel collars. “These real popular with owners and couples, they have control boxes and can give either pain or pleasure.”

“Do they automatically lock?”

“Nope, gotta do that separate, just have ta push this button here to open it.”

“Can I try it on?”

“Lou what are you doing?” exclaimed Amy.

“I’m not going to let what happened in there scare me off.” Then she turned to the clerk, “Can you help me put it on?”

“Well ya gotta do it properly, slip off your dress and sandals and kneel.” In her brave state Lou slipped off her dress to Amy astonishment, and then kneeled. The clerk then placed it on her neck and declared, “I’ll lock it too to give you the total experience.” And to Lou’s stunned reaction, she took out a key and lock it. “Now stand up slave girl.”

“I didn’t ask you to lock it.”

“Oh, don’t worry slave, your fine. Let’s try the lowest punishment level.” And she pushed a button which Lou let out a shout of surprise and pain.

“Are you OK, Lou?” and she nodded yes.

“But here the kicker, here is the pleasure setting.” And Lou let out a moan and grabbed at the display rack. “Had enough slave girl?” She put it up higher and higher till Slave Lou was on her knees again.

Amy intervened, “Please stop calling her a slave, and get this collar off her.”

“Well only if she wants to.”

After a few moments Lou was able to get up. “It’s outstanding Amy you should try it, and I’m going to buy a couple as business gifts.”

The clerk looked at Amy, “Would you like to try it darlin?” Amy said no but the clerk persisted, “You saw how much your sister loved the pleasure settings. Now be a dear and do like your sister.” And without warning she slid off Amy’s dress off her shoulders and pushed her to her knees. Quickly she placed the collar on her as Amy was trying to get her dress back up.

“I said I didn’t want to try it.”

“Bad slave.” and the clerk pressed the punishment button on both remotes. Both girls gave out a yell and the clerk ordered. “Now drop your clothes like a good slave.” And Amy obeyed. “Good girl.” And she pressed the pleasure buttons, which sent waves of pleasure through both slaves. She then chained the two girls together and attached a leash to Lou, and ordered them to follow her.

She brought them in front of a wall with height measurements on the wall like a booking photo. And took pictures of them front, back and side. Then she read their chips, and this time nothing happened with Amy’s chip. Then she typed into her pad and announced, “OK I have your enslavement authorization all ready on my pad.” She printed out the documents and put them on the desk with a pen each. “Now sign here and you’ll be on the block by later today.”

Amy finally got her wits about her and responded, “No, please stop, we don’t want to be a slave.” A declaration which was echoed by Lou.

“Look your all ready to be sold, you can’t back out now. Why don’t you take a seat and wait to be taken to auction?” And he led them over to a bench where two other naked, collared and chained women were sitting. She locked both collars to chain on the wall and left with their clothes and bags and put them behind the desk.

The older one, thirtyish, nice looking with small B cup breasts talked to her, “She’s a domineering one, isn’t she? I just came for the fair and now look at me. But your going to fetch top price.”

Amy’s head was clearing, “No, I’m not going to be auctioned, I didn’t sign anything.”

“Well mistakes are made girl.”

Soon as the woman had come back, now with another girl. Both sisters firmly said, “We don’t want to be slaves, let us go!” She tried to sweet talk and bully them to be enslaved but they stood firm. The woman noticed a couple of police officers taking an interest in what was happening, so she finally gave in and took off the collars and gave them back their clothes.

She then handed the girls some papers; it was her enslavement contract with nude pictures of them. “If you want to change your mind, just sign the papers anytime. Though they already have my authorization for enslavement signature so don't need yours.” They stuffed them into their Big D’s shopping bags and unsteadily walked away.

[orflash64]

So the theme of this one is near misses and only near misses? Pretty good, but it seems to missing something, I'm just not sure what.

[Hooked6]

Maybe more in-depth detail of the pleasure setting from the collar, how they feel when it's happening. Is the pleasure in the brain or her clit, or does feel like her clit but it's in the brain?
Are they both already slave pussy bare, do they get some slave grooming, maybe a piecering like the Tracey story Graveyard Shift. Automated grooming, it sprays hair remover on the pussy, washes off, pierces and slave rings the nipples and clit.
Possibly inner lip bar code tattoo.

[GreyRose]

Loved this chapter, really nice build up. I really liked the interplay between the two. (I've looked up the actress that play's Lou in the series and I like that you've involved her in your stories).

Looking forward to where you're taking this story.

Minor bit but towards the end where Lou is checking out collars for gifts the clerk went from being a woman to a man. (Typo?)

A Heartland Slave Grading: Part Three
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Lou inquired of the clerk, a tall raven-haired woman, “Excuse me, I was wondering about gifts for couples and business associates?”
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“Look your all ready to be sold, you can’t back out now. Why don’t you take a seat and wait to be taken to auction?” And he led them over to a bench where two other naked, collared and chained women were sitting. She locked both collars to chain on the wall and left with their clothes and bags and put them behind the desk.

[gary]

Yes its a typo, resulting from the character originally being a man.
As for the pleasure that comes from the collar, I never really thought how it does it. It probably stimulates the pleasure centers of the brain, though how I have no idea.
Had once discussed with Joe Doe about the possibility of injecting nanites into a slave. If you don't know nanites are machines built from individual atoms and are so small they can enter the cells of the body. I was thinking that a bunch of nanites could be ejected into a slave that could directly stimulate the pleasure and pain centers of the brain.

[gentlemanmariner]

Great story, gary, and of the kinds you really excel at: women careening around a slave market like pinballs, one close call after another, their resolve being tested to the limit, hints of excitement and second thoughts. Amy is becoming more accustomed to the idea of slavery, both as an institution and possibly for herself, leading undoubtedly to more encounters which will further erode her desire to remain free.

Also, this:

The customers said, “They went that away.” And pointed in different directions, but not the one they went.

...made me laugh out loud.

Thoroughly enjoyed it!

[Survivor29]

I like the constant near misses and close calls. Well done.

[Hooked6]

For the life of me I can’t figure out what “BMO” is an abbreviation for in the term “BMO building.” Usually authors using abbreviations give a parenthetical definition in a story the first time an abbreviation is used in case readers aren’t familiar with a term but I couldn’t find one in this chapter. Any help would be appreciated.

I absolutely LOVED this: “Big D’s shopping bags that announced “I Went To Big D’s Auction House And All I Got Was Enslaved” and showed a cartoon picture of a naked large breasted woman on the auction block with a whip flying above her.” That was HILARIOUS! I like it when a little comic relief is interjected in a tense situation.

Nicely done chapter.

Hooked6

[automagix12]

I was also wondering, what might BMO mean?

Question to all authors: we could add a new BBCODE tag [acronym] ?
By using this, you could (in the future) integrate acronyms with their explanantions into your posted texts.
The acronym would look like a word which has a dotted underline. Readers who are familiar with the acronym or abbreviation would simply continue reading. Somebody who stops reading and wonders, what might that mean, can hover the mouse pointer over the word, after some seconds a little tag would appear which explains the meaning.
For details, see here:
https://phpbbstudio.com/kb/bbcodes/abbreviation
The interesting part is below the word "Examples".

[jeepster]

I'm assuming BMO is bank of montreal! Every sports venue is sponsered by a big business! And BMO is a very big one!

[gary]

Sorry about the BMO Building part. It is the Bank of Montreal (one of Canada's oldest banks) but it seems to partly go by BMO now, like Kentucky Fried Chicken is now KFC.

[orflash64]

Gary, so where do you go from there? Is there still a Slave Grading down the line? Is there another Amy story coming? Are you reworking another story?

[GreyRose]

Gary,
As a possible way for the collar to stimulate pleasure or pain, the collar is right there next to the spinal column and there could be a 'frequency of vibration', or perhaps a very low powered microwave generator that they use to stimulate one or the other on the slave. Non-intrusive, built into the collar - but as this is an expensive option it should be limited to high end models.

Orflash,
I think there's at least two more chapters, unless more story reveals itself to Gary. Remember the opening chapter with Liz was not originally part of the story, but became the start of Amy's travails. If the story really speaks to Gary we might have 3 more chapters to come. I believe that there's the chapter with Dr Ranger, and I think there's at least one beyond that. And then there's the possible story-line with the foreign dignitary that may or may not develop.

[gary]

Yes your right GreyRose, there are three more chapters, so far. The next part is influenced by the GentlemanMariner's story "Westbound". Amy was traveling with a friend (and one time enemy) Ashley (who is in the TV series). when Ashley's car breaks down and they get a ride in the back of a truck transporting slaves. Originally I had thought it was finished, but am now rewriting it. There is a bit of a fake auction where the slaves bid on the girls while in the truck. And where there was no sex in the chapter, now they stop at at a truck stop to let the slaves use the bathroom, and the free girls are locked in a coffle with them. This is because the Amy and Ashley had to travel naked and get listed as "non-saleable cargo" with a plastic collar and a paper tag to identify them. Like the story "Westbound" the slaves are used for sex by some of the people at the truck stop, though the free girls are not to be used, they drivers have their attention diverted and some of the patrons start using Amy and Ashley. There is a aggressive older slave and I was thinking about her fucking Amy, but not sure how to have it happen. Originally, at the end, HCI tried to enslave both girls but the judge disagrees and frees them, but I was thinking of changing it to having Ashley enslaved, who was from a wealthy family and was sometimes a bitch.
The next chapter is the Dr. Emily Ranger / Pony Girl story.
The last chapter finds Amy becoming a part time slave to a Mr. McTavish, when she comes to help his horse. Eventually there is a week of slave training and a professional slave grading. He auctions Amy and Dr. Ranger gives the high bid. Amy, and the reader, doesn't know its only for a day. I haven't finished this chapter, I had been thinking Mr. Mctavish enslaves Amy in some form of "protective enslavement" that was discussed in my story "Home Again". He then turns her over to her husband when she gets married.
I have started on a "What If" story for my "Vignette's" story where Amy runs into Mr. Davin, the owner of Liz from the first chapter. With a possible extended slavecation with the family.
I also working on the rest of the Claire story "Hooded Experiment" though not quite sure of the ending. She takes off her hood and her family, that had forgotten who she was with the hood on, act like she just came home. But would there be some residual slavery? Her father makes her put the hood on again? They start treating the un-hooded Claire as a slave?

[dtrelsky]

I like the story idea of Amy and Ashley getting picked up by a slave transport truck. But wouldn't be more interesting if the truck didn't have any plastic collars, but just real metal slave collars that track and shock and the whole works.
I mean why would they have the fake collars on a official slave transport, they are not in the habit of picking up hitchhikers and such. But regulations say if they are female, they have to be in the back, naked collared, and in a cage. When released at a stop they have to be chained. Everything has to official, and still listed as not sellable. But everything else the same as slaves. The slave kibble, the cum water.
At first they pick them up, and the crew let it go, but the company computer detects an anomaly and stops the truck till they comply. They have to consult the company manual figure out what to do. The nearest stop or town is hundreds of miles away, so it's the only option.
Once they comply and the girls are in the system, they are forced to go all the way to the slave depot to sort it out.
Once there, sorting it out takes time. Four hours at the depot turns into four days at the depot. They can't be sold, but they can be graded and trained. It's hard to slave train without actual fucking and feeling the whip.

[Hooked6]

Sorry about the BMO Building part. It is the Bank of Montreal (one of Canada's oldest banks) but it seems to partly go by BMO now, like Kentucky Fried Chicken is now KFC.

Thanks for the explanation. It was driving me nuts trying to figure it out. I am sure it was an oversight but for the benefit of other less experienced authors, typically, no matter how common a term or abbreviation might seem, proper editorial style would be to type out the description immediately followed by it's common abbreviation the first time it is used. They went to the Bank of Montreal (BMO) Building or They went to Kentucky Fried Chicken (KFC). Once explained, the abbreviation can be used alone as many times as necessary.

This has been proper editorial style since the mid-1800's worldwide. Sadly with the dawn of Smartphones and social media, abbreviations are often unexplained even in Standard Newspapers or well-known professional media outlets leaving readers to fend for themselves.

LOVE the story so far!

Hooked6

[gary]

I should say that BMO Center is the official name of the building. So I was still wrong but in a different way. The buildings website shows the sign on the building.
https://venues.calgarystampede.com/bmo-centre/
It does seem that the Bank of Montreal is officially using BMO as their name. when you Google "Bank of Montreal" its official website shows both BMO and Bank of Montreal on the title head. Thus the confusion.

[jeepster]

I should say that BMO Center is the official name of the building. So I was still wrong but in a different way. The buildings website shows the sign on the building.
https://venues.calgarystampede.com/bmo-centre/
It does seem that the Bank of Montreal is officially using BMO as their name. when you Google "Bank of Montreal" its official website shows both BMO and Bank of Montreal on the title head. Thus the confusion.

Yeah it's actually my bank and the app on my phone is the BMO app!