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Tracy and Lucy, Embassy Clerks

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Tracy and Lucy – Embassy Clerks

Chapter 1



Tracy and Lucy we’re excited as they stowed their carryon in the overheads above their seats. Having never traveled abroad before this was understandable. Six months prior their former classmate Emily had arranged for them to be trained as embassy clerks and, after passing their training and tests, were on their way to join her at the embassy in Zonga in West Africa.

Part of their excitement was based in the fact that female slavery was legal there and was often the topic of conversation among their peers over drinks especially given the fact that the slaves in Zonga were reported to be primarily American, European and Asian and most countries/trading partners had accepted this as a cultural norm and, via the UN, perfectly legal. Wealthy people could even purchase slave girls in Zonga and then bring them to their home country and the girls were still considered the same as livestock and therefore still slaves doing their master’s or mistress’ biding.

Part of Tracy’s and Lucy’s training had included a cultural norms class centered around female slavery in Zonga and so they learned how girls were enslaved and how, in Zonga, white and Asian girls were highly trained to provide the best in sexual pleasures for their owners and the reputation for excellence of a Zongan slave girl kept prices up and out of the reach of the common citizen. Plus they wore special collars that were quite sophisticated electronically to prevent counterfeits so a buyer was always assured of the girls genuine pedigree.

Both Tracy and Lucy had spent many an evening, after a few pints, giggling about what it would be like to become a sex slave and sold to the highest bidder. They knew that they would be safe from capture as long as they stayed in the International Zone where all the various embassies were so it was fun to speculate about what it would be like to become an actual slave girl. Emily had warned them that, upon arrival, all females were processed and registered and to be prepared for it. Since they were now embassy employees, she would be picking them up but cautioned them to obey all commands given by the Zongan intake staff at customs.

The flight was a long overnight affair with a connection in Dubai where they would board a Zongan Air flight for the final leg of their journey. For Tracy and Lucy it was their first time on a plane so everything was new and exciting. Lucy had the window seat and Tracy the aisle with the middle seat unoccupied so they had lots of elbow and leg room as they were in the front row of business class right by the restroom and stewardess work area. After takeoff, which was scary and thrilling at the same time, they spent the first hour reading through the inflight magazines. One had an article about Zonga that spent a little time about the industrial and geographic points of interest and then the rest on the slave trade and how Female Slavery was catching on globally. Tracy thought it interesting that the embassies in Zonga as well as around the world were now commonly well-staffed with slave girls and she a Lucy shared a giggle about the possibility of having their own slave girls at the Embassy.

Truth be told Tracy along with those girls lucky enough to get placement in real jobs was grateful to Emily for making it possible for this opportunity. About five years previous the government had reinstated the military draft and, so females wouldn’t be left out, the Community Service Act with the intent of providing full employment. It basically was just like the old military drafts but included all young women and, after graduating high school, required graduates to submit to community service placement for a minimum of two years. So, unless one had rich parents to pay for university or a scholarship, it was off to work wherever the government said. The other downside was also your parents registered their kids and your pay went directly to them and your new employers only had to pay minimum wage no matter the position. Businesses loved it as all they had to do is register their business and the government would send them whoever they needed. Parents loved it as they were finally getting some benefit from their lazy kids. For boys, it wasn’t usually a problem as they usually ended up in the military or, if not qualified physically, they would get an apprenticeship working in manufacturing or manual labor. Girls on the other hand usually only found domestic work or, if they were pretty, working in strip clubs/brothels. The government loved it for all the payroll taxes they were now collecting.

Included in the new legislation was that corporal punishment was now legal and not only in the work place but the schools too. Parents were also encouraged to utilize corporal punishment at home and Tracy’s father was a strong proponent much to Tracy’s chagrin as her previously mild-mannered parents quickly became strict disciplinarians. Even her mother became quite familiar with her father’s leather strap. He’d even bought a punishment bench that all the stores sold that included leather straps to secure a female that needed correction. These were common at schools and businesses as well.

The strip clubs loved the new CSA as they got to keep most of the money the girls earned and they also loved, along with most employers generally, that a liberal dose of the strap kept the girls inline. GPS chips became standard as well so an unhappy worker could not simply run away. These days students got chipped at school which also had the result of near zero truancy.

Another new growth industry was female dairy products and, quite often, girls were now sent to new dairy facilities, given lactating drugs, and spent their community service as cows providing milk and now shops were popping up all over selling ice cream bragging exclusive girl milk flavors. Tracy shuddered at the thought of spending two years being drugged and being milked by machines every day. She had heard from her mother about one of her friend’s daughters that had been assigned to a local dairy and came home on the weekends. She said that the drugs they kept her on kept her docile and, as a side effect, very horny so, aside from keeping the family stocked with milk, she was also keeping all the neighbor boys and men happy with her over active libido.

Tracy’s ruminations were interrupted by their stewardess, a cute Asian girl. “Hi, I’m coming by to take your dinner orders. Would you like the chicken or fish for dinner?”

“Oh, we get dinner?” Tracy asked, a little confused as this was her first time flying.

Lucy giggled and said “Of course, silly. It’s a long flight so we get food and drinks.”

Tracy was annoyed by Lucy acting like she was a world traveler, but the stewardess smiled kindly and said “we have a full assortment of desserts and cocktails as well. Shall I bring you ladies something to drink before dinner?”

Tracy hesitated as she and Lucy weren’t quite old enough but Lucy piped up immediately and said “That would be awesome!” What are our choices?”

Kim, as her name tag announced, replied with a smile, “Oh we have beer and wine, of course, and an assortment of distilled spirits. With dinner I would recommend a nice white wine if that pleases you.”

Lucy giggled and said, “That would be wonderful!”.

“Of course,” Kim replied, “I’ll be right back”. Turning back Kim prompted, ”Oh, will that be fish or chicken for dinner?”

Lucy piped up with “One of each so we can sample both”

Tracy nodded in agreement and Kim said, “Good choice!”

Tracy, as Kim turned away, looked at Lucy with questioning surprise on her face and asked, “What are you doing? We’re not old enough to order liquor.”

“Oh, relax Miss Tight Pants,” Lucy replied, “we’re on an adventure and, besides, if she’s not worried about then we shouldn’t be either. We’re only a couple of months away anyway. Besides, it’s not like she’s going to slip something into our wine”

Lucy winked at her knowing it would remind Tracy of the last time they’d had drinks prior to entering their embassy training. Lucy had gotten them fake ID’s from a friend she knew about eight months prior and had insisted that they go to a posh club as a last blowout before reporting for the embassy training. Tracy stilled blushed as the memories of that night flooded back. Those memories also fueled her nightly masturbation fantasies since.

Lucy had insisted that they go shopping for what she called “hot clubwear” and Tracy sighed knowing that there was no use resisting and went along with her plans. Tracy had always been a shy girl despite the fact that she was a knockout blonde with DD breasts and long legs. Lucy, a redhead, was no slouch either being more trim but very fit as her time in school had focused on cheer and dance. She was also quite uninhibited in contrast to Tracy’s more demure personality and constantly encouraged Tracy to loosen up and have fun especially when it came to boys.

So, it was with trepidation that Tracy let Lucy drag her into a Slave Girl Hot boutique downtown. It was a new brand popping up everywhere with shops, spas, and yoga studios that celebrated the idea that slave girls were the new “It” look and, the more a woman looked and acted like a slave girl, the more fashionable and desirable she was. Even pop stars and actresses were on commercials and billboards everywhere touting the new brand wearing the kinky clothing with collars, cuffs, and impossibly high heels that all locked on. The new message was that women had the responsibly to be as sexy and sexually available as possible. So much for the #metoo movement Tracy thought dryly with a smirk.

Walking into the store with Lucy half dragging her, her senses were overloaded with the loud pop music playing and all the clothing and accessories on display. Also, the fact that there were young women everywhere in various state of undress as well as more than a few men standing around smiling as their girlfriends and wives were being attended to.

They walked up to the counter where a beautiful topless young blonde wearing a collar with stainless steel nipple rings adorning her more than ample breasts smiled cheerily and greeted them with, “Hi, I’m Sheila, welcome to Slave Girl Hot! How can we make you into the perfect slave girl?”

To be continued….:)
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Happy Valentine's day! So what's happening with your story?
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I think this could go in a lot of different ways. Looking forward to seeing which way the author chooses.

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