FROM VACATION TO SLAVE TRAINING: PART THREE (2)
Posted: Thu Nov 14, 2019 9:53 pm
FROM VACATION TO SLAVE TRAINING PART THREE (2)
After a couple of days, she left the hotel to continue her interrupted vacation, finally able to explore London with its museums and art galleries. While window shopping, she didn’t realize that she in front of a slave store, a loud buzzer sounded and ordered “Slave Claire 562, report to Store Slave Control.” Nervously she continued walking, “Slave Claire 562 report to Store Slave Control or be reported.” She turned around and looked at the sign, Roman House it proclaimed and she remembered her recent ordeal there. “Ah fuck, now what?” As soon as she entered an alarm went and off two guards dressed like Roman soldiers grabbed her and brought to the desk. Claire sputtered out, “I don’t know why your alarm went off, I was just walking by. I know I was trained here but why would that matter?”
The clerk at the desk looked her up on the computer and said, “Yes and in this facility, welcome home. However, we have a personal request from your Training Master for a hold on you.”
“Why? I just finished my slave training here a little over two weeks ago. I don’t want anymore training, besides my training here was a mistake, I was supposed to go somewhere else.”
“Well we turn out slaves, not wannabes, and the fact that you’re walking around free shows that we failed.”
“I wasn’t sent her to become a slave, as I said it was a mistake, I was supposed to go to York Slave School or something. It was only to raise my Slave Grade and that’s all. At that you did succeed, I’m Prime Plus.”
“That’s a hell of a grade to be walking around free with.”
Claire started getting angry, but calmed herself enough to keep from saying the wrong thing. “Look it’s not like anyone is complaining that your training was sub-par, I’m certainly not. It turned my mind upside down and inside out so it worked.”
He scanned her chip to verify what she said, he looked at her and ordered, “Slave Strip.” and Claire removed her clothes without thinking. Then, “Back Bracelets.” and she automatically turned around and crossed her wrists. “You’re not that far away from slavery, are you?”
“I’m a free woman, but I know I could be an obedient slave if I wanted to.” She didn’t mention that she had already lived as a slave for two weeks.
He came around and fastened an iron collar and old-fashioned shackles on her so she was now Slave Naked (5), “Look maybe you just need a push, we can’t sell you, you have to go back to Sam’s Place for that, but we can get a commission if you change you mind because of us.” He looked at the guard, “Show her around, maybe let her watch the slaves training, George Mann from Training won’t be in for a couple of hours so keep her entertained till then.”
“Come on.” The guard said grabbing her by the arm. Claire didn’t have the will to resist.
He showed her around the slave pens, they had been made to look like old stone work and iron bars for that ‘old fashioned feeling’. She looked at her sisters, and yes, she thought of them that way, and was empathetic to their situation. He brought her to a Grading Table and she watched as the girl was juiced till, she came. She watched as they attempted to pressure the woman into being enslaved with claims that by having orgasm, it showed she was a slave. The woman resisted and Claire was led away before she could see the conclusion.
Next, she was brought to her old training room. The guard forced her to join them, then the guard went to the Training Masters and explained the situation. He unshackled her and they had her go through the paces with the rest of the class reciting Slave Mantras and doing Slave Positions. She observed the new slaves going though their paces and winced every time one was hit, however it also made her undeniable slave wet. She was told to come to the front of the class and she crawled on all fours to get there.
“See, this is how a well-trained slave does it.” Announced one of the Masters and Claire found herself feeling proud to be displayed as an elite graduate. “Slave pleasure me.” He ordered and she immediately brought all of her skills to bare, using her tongue and lips to please the cock head, her hands gently massaged his testacies, causing him obvious pleasure. She let his penis slide past her lips and down her throat. Though unable to breath she continued to bob her head so to slide his manhood back and forth in her throat, but still not enough to breath. She could feel herself get light headed and her body crying out for air. But she kept on until he began to shake and she could feel the hot ejaculate go down her throat. Finally, she came up for air, to the claps of the assembled slaves. “Very good slave.” Said the Master.
After placing the shackles again on her, he brought her to a transport cage. “Get in.” Claire tried to say something but she was to well trained to say no. She looked at him and he repeated, “Get in.” She knelt and shuffled into the cage.
Another clerk came over. “What have we here?”
“A recent grad of our school, but still free, we’re trying to change her status.”
He looked down at her, “So has it worked?”
“No Master, sorry.” was all that Claire could stammer out.
“Well a magistrate could change that easily enough. You don’t sound British, are you a visitor?”
“Yes sir, I’m a tourist, I just got swept up in this.”
The guard interjected, “Master George Mann asked for the hold on her.”
“Well I don’t know who has the authority to request enslavement then. Besides I have a mountain of paperwork and I don’t want any more.” He checked his Computer Pad and said, “Mr. Mann will be here soon, so hang tight.”
A little while later her previous training master, Master George came up to her cage. “Well I was hoping to see you again. I have some good news for you. You’re being awarded a Slave Star for your outstanding training performance.”
Unsure what to say Claire simply decided to ask, “What is that. I have never heard of it.”
“It’s only occasionally given to the best slave trainees. Several Masters have to agree that a slave has earned it and they have with you, unanimously. It means you’re the Best of the Best, it’s almost like an Oscar for slaves.”
Claire was surprised that this made her immensely proud, “Thank you Master, thank you very much.” She beamed.
He took her out of the cage and led her to a horizontal beam on top of a wooden post. There were cuffs on either side and he cuffed her with her back to the post and arms spread slightly back pushing out her chest. It was then that she could smell the hot charcoal, but couldn’t see the branding iron. First the technician cleaned an area on the top of her right breast, then he put a numbing lotion on the same place, followed by another cream. Thereupon, he brought around the red-hot iron and Claire peed herself in fear.
“No, No, please no.” But she had barely uttered the words and the branding iron was burning her skin. She tried to scream but couldn’t, and almost as soon as it had been applied it was removed. To her total surprise it didn’t hurt at all, even though she could smell something burning on her.
“See slave, that didn’t hurt at all did it?” We put a lotion on to freeze the skin, and only the minimum pressure was used so the last cream took most of the heat. Now he’ll put some healing cream on you and you’ll have a permeant mark showing how special you are.” While Master George was saying this the technician removed excess cream from that applied just before the branding and then applied the one that Master George had mentioned.
“Now apply that every day for the next week to avoid infection.” The specialist informed her.
“Don’t worry, she’ll be here every day for you to check up on her.”
“What, why, what’s going on?”
“Giving you an appointment as a Temporary Slave Assistant here, you’ll be a slave assisting in enslaving and training other slaves.”
“But I’m not a slave, I keep telling people I’m just here on vacation.” She whimpered.
“Don’t worry about it, I’ve sent someone to your hotel to retrieve your bags and you’ll join my slave, Ruby, and experience slavery with me.”
Claire had no idea what to say or do. She said nothing but knew she would do as she was told until she could find her inner strength again. Claire decided not to tell him that she had just left being a slave to her sponsor, Scott Walker.
Master George took her to the various places she would work at. She would assist in slave grading and in trying to enslave those getting them. Help in disciplining, training, recruiting, and mentoring slaves. She would learn her duties when she was assigned to them, learning on the job. A different slave collar was fitted to her, it looked like an old iron collar that was century’s old, but was in fact modern, complete with GPS tracking, electric shocker for discipline and escape attempts and a small transmitter to broadcast her status as a slave.
She was kept in a cage until Master George took her to his home. She was surprised when she met his slave, Ruby who was much older than Claire, she was at least in her 40s. She was very good looking, blond, blue eyed, 38D breasts, and she had obviously kept herself in tip-top shape. Knowing she was very much the junior slave in this house Claire greeted her, “Greetings older sister, I hope you do not mind me sharing your kennel while I visit?”
“You are welcome here little one.” Slave Ruby replied, “I will keep you in line, so don’t think you can get away with anything.” As she was saying this, she was undressing her master from his coat and replaced his shoes with loafers.
“You’d be well served to listen and observe her.” Master George interjected, “She has a lot of experience that you can learn from.” He then sat down and Ruby properly greeted him with pleasure from her mouth.
“Yes Sir, I will try to be a good student.” Claire stood there, not sure if she should watch, then realized that she should at least seem like she was trying to learn from an experienced slave. After he had his pleasure Claire followed both of them up to his bedroom, and assisted Ruby in undressing her master from his work clothes and re-dressing him in a more comfortable one. Claire was regulated to passing the required clothes to Ruby and disposing of the used clothing in the hamper. During the evening Claire sat behind the master’s chair while Ruby sat in front of it. Claire asked if she could explore the kitchen so she could know where everything was, and was told to do so.
That evening Claire sat on the floor watching Master and Slave Ruby engage in lovemaking, and it was lovemaking as she could see the emotional bond that had developed between them. Afterwards while Ruby slept beside her owner Claire retired to the kennel, which she didn’t lock as she wouldn’t think of running away, even without the collar.
The next day Claire had to assist with slave grading. It became obvious that her first one was not an ordinary grading. An older woman had brought in a student of hers for a grading. Claire felt it was strange that she would do this, as the girl seemed reluctant to do it. As the new girl she was limited to helping to strap the girl down, and observing the rest of the procedure. The grader started to apply a dildo vibrator that included a clit tickler. The woman started degrading the girl, “You know what you are, sign the enslavement documents and be done with it.” The grader brought the girl close to orgasm but then she told him to stop. She then hissed, “If you want to have an orgasm then agree to become a slave.”
“No, no, please.” The poor girl said.
He then began to torture her again with pleasure. The woman went after her again, “Sign you slut, I’ve seen the filth you read online, you know you want it.” Again, the man withdrew the vibrator and she demanded, “If you want to cum you have to agree to be enslaved.”
“No please stop.” She cried. Once more, he continued the pleasure torture. This went on for a half hour until the girl broke.
For Claire, this angered her and she tried to think of a way to get back at this woman. After she left and the girl was sent to slave processing, she asked who the woman was. “That’s Duchess Penelope of Kerry, a right fine blue blood. Runs a girl’s school and brings us the failures.” She was told by the grading technician.
The rest of the day was slave grading, Claire practiced on the customers the use of the vibrator, giving orders for slave positions, and the more mundane part of taking down their particulars. Claire found she did enjoy having power over them, even as a slave. But that Lady Penelope really got under her skin and she started thinking about ways to get her.
At the end of shift Master George took her home and Claire was finally allowed to serve him, under the watchful eye of the senior slave. Kneeling to undo his shoes and socks and placing his feet in slippers. She then put her arms behind her back and pulled down his pants zipper with her teeth. Pushing her tongue against his boxers, and licking the penis through the material, she brought it to attention. Again, using her teeth, she pulled down the underwear, releasing his shaft and started licking it in long strokes. She kissed his cock and licked the head for a few minutes, eliciting sounds of pleasure from him. Next, she had her lips move back and forth over the head, giving it licks when it was inside her mouth. As this brought comments of appreciation from him, she then pushed her head forward to make the manhood slide past her tongue and down her throat. Bobbing her head back and forth enough to allow her to breathe she kept this up till she sensed him jerk and felt the warm liquid go down her throat.
“Very good slave. How do you rate her Ruby?”
“She did much better that I expected. Even with her star I didn’t think she would be so original as to pull down your zipper with her teeth and do everything with her hands behind her back like a cuffed slave.”
“Thank you, Big Sister.” Claire didn’t know if this was a proper title for Ruby but thought it sounded right.
When she was dressing George into his after-work clothes, Claire asked permission to speak. He told her she could and she asked, “Are older women enslaved sir? I mean can they still be enslaved when they are middle aged and if so, what happens to them.”
“Yes, they can, it’s usually for criminal convictions or inability for support themselves. Unless they are good looking enough, they usually end up working in old age homes, child care or hospital cleaning. If they are at least fair looking they can be sent overseas where there’s a market for any white female slaves.” Claire thanked him, but decided not to pursue her line of questioning any further to avoid suspicions.
The next day she was attached to the Recruitment Department. She was sent outside with some other less experienced slaves to look for potential new stock. She went up to one East Indian girl and started her sales pitch, “Hi, you’re so gorgeous you’d make a wonderful slave. Come with me and we can have you on the block by tomorrow. Wouldn’t it be exciting? No more decisions and great orgasms.”
“No, please leave me alone.” And she tried to walk away. Claire held on to her arm and walked beside her.
“Why not, are you frightened? It’s really a wonderful life.” One of the Slave Girls came up to them and took the woman’s other arm then a couple of more girls joined them. Claire wasn’t sure what they were up to, but she was going to give it her best shot then move on to another girl. The other slaves surrounded the free woman and one grabbed her purse, another unbuttoned the woman’s top and the rest pushed the pack of slaves back towards the store.
“Please, please, leave me alone.” The woman said in tears. But her protests were silenced with one of the slave’s lips, as others unhooked her brassiere and skirt. Soon the victim was rendered helpless with fingers down her panties pleasuring her. Passerby’s got quick glances of the women being raped into slavery.
As they got closer to the doors of Roman House, Claire was finally able to restore some order and took her inside telling the others to stay outside and look for more girls to recruit. Claire had been able to collect the women’s skirt, top and purse, but not her underwear. Claire was handing the woman back what clothes she could give her when a Clerk came up to them.
“What is going on here?”
“I’m sorry sir, I was trying to enlist this young lady for slavery. But my sisters got too enthusiastic and they removed her clothes.”
“Then why are you not bringing her to slave control for processing?”
“I apologize Sir, she was quite adamant she did not want to join us, and I don’t want anyone to accuse us of illegal enslavement.”
“That’s not your call.” Then looking at the scared woman started interrogating her. “Well young lady, have you been convinced to join your sister here in slavery?” Talking to her like he was going to make her a slave no matter what. “Or do you need some time to think it over, perhaps your father would agree to consign you to us?”
“No, no, no, now please let me go!”
“Sir, I think we lost this prospect. Don’t want to make too much of a fuss do we sir?”
“I still don’t know, she’s naked now and ready to process.”
“Can I take her out the back, maybe seeing the other slaves will convince her?”
“Best we can do I guess, without going over the line.” And waved them away.
Claire whispered to the woman, “Don’t worry I’ll get you out. And I’m sorry Mistress for the girls getting to aggressive. They think all good-looking women should enjoy slavery.” Claire maneuvered the woman to avoid any more detours and finally got her to the slave kennels. Once there she was able to get her to the loading area and helped her get her clothes on and escorted her to the back alley to safety.
The woman, who told Claire her name was Nadia Chandra, gave Claire her card and asked her to call if she needed help, or just talk. “Maybe I should buy you, you are very beautiful and my father is a widower.”
“Thank you, but like you I don’t want to be a slave.” But she did give her the number for her cell phone and told her when she was usually able to use it.
“Then why are you slave naked?”
“This is temporary, but don’t worry I’m not planning to escape.” The woman waved goodbye and Claire took the woman’s card to her locker.
Thereupon Claire went back to the front to join the other slaves fishing for “volunteers”. After a while she went inside claiming to need the litterbox. While inside she decided to look at some of the computer workstations and she found that the employees were rather lazy and kept themselves logged in, even after they left. Claire took a look around for surveillance cameras and saw that they were pointed at other areas. She decided to try and see what she could do and found that most of the database was available with no security. She typed in the name of Lady Penelope and found her slave ID number. She copied it down and left the paper at her locker, and went back outside, but after what happened last time, she didn’t push too hard with her sales pitch.
At the end of the day she was brought back home and found a message when she turned on her phone. It was from Nadia and she wanted to come over and talk to her Master. Claire went and told Master George a bit about what had happened earlier and that Miss. Chandra wanted to come over.
Master George gave his permission and when she came over, she hugged Claire and then talked with her master.
“Your slave was of great help to me, I would like to borrow her for a couple days if that’s all right?”
“Well I would like to have her under my thumb for a while longer but she has shown that she is completely subservient for now. I would prefer it if she was always that way and would not think of any other life but she seems to be a unique case. But I suppose sending her off to serve someone else as a slave might be a good experience for her and show her what her real place is.” He removed Claire’s Roman House collar and Nadia came forward and attached a ring collar on her. Master George wrote out a Temporary Slave Transfer Certificate, then he attached a chain to her collar and handed it to her new Mistress.
After they had arrived at Claire’s new home she was placed in her new kennel, which was locked. Towards evening her Mistress brought her to the bedroom, “I’ve always wanted a female slave for my own, but my family is very conservative and would not want me having a slave for sexual use.”
“I will be glad to serve you Mistress.” And with that Claire started unbuttoning the blouse of chocolate skinned woman. “You smell so wonderful.” She unbuttoned the skirt and pulled it down along with the slip and panties. She kissed her deeply while unhooking her mistress’s bra. Her hands caressed the round, full breasts then kissed and licked the dark nipples slowly making then harden.
“I want to thank you for helping me yesterday, but I also want to do something I have never been able to do to someone.” She went over to her chest of drawers and dug around to retrieve a dildo with straps on it.
“Mmmm Mistress, you do have naughty thoughts.”
Nadia strapped the dildo on she told her slave to lay on her back. Claire spread her legs while the other woman lubed the fake cock well. She turned the vibrator on that it would pleasure both of them while she fucked her slave. She kneeled before the awaiting slave girl and started pushing the thick eight-inch dildo slowly in her.
“Ohhh, that’s really stretching my pussy mistress.”
“Good, I want you to feel you’re being used.” She then started to slowly pump the dildo in the spread slave. Claire went back to massaging and licking the jiggling breasts, wanting her owner to feel as much pleasure as she could give. The woman on top started pushing harder and faster as the vibrator brought her closer and closer to orgasm. Claire was almost ready to cum but then Nadia told her, “No orgasm for you, not without permission, or I’ll whip you.”
“Please Mistress let me cum, please!” Claire pleaded.
“No, now obey or it’s the whip.”
Claire was now desperately trying to keep from having an orgasm. Almost more to obey her Mistress than fear of the whip. But she was lucky that the other woman came quickly and stopped pleasuring her. Relieved, Claire followed her mistress to the shower and washed her down, cleaning herself afterwards.
“You have done well slave, tomorrow I am taking you to my father, he has turned himself into a shut-in since my mother died. You will please him to help remind him his life is not over.”
“Yes Mistress, I hope I can help.” But in fact, Claire was worried that either Nadia or her father would keep her as their slave. And as she had been completely living as a slave it would take very little to convince a magistrate that she had ‘self enslaved’ herself.
She was sent to sleep in the kennel and the next morning she was up early, and practiced her slave stretches while she waited to be released. Mistress came down and fed her water and slave kibble in dog bowls. Claire realized that Nadia would have to make her own breakfast since unless she was eating a western breakfast, Claire would not be able to make it for her. She could cook but only had a limited knowledge of Indian Cuisine. She was released later on to clean up, but it took awhile as she didn’t know where anything went.
Her new mistress attached a chain to Claire collar and announced that they were going to her fathers home for the slave to pleasure him.
“He has been a widower for over ten years and has become a shut in, I need you to help him move on. Hopefully he will either look to marry again or at least get a slave. But don’t worry, though he keeps to himself, he and the house are clean.” They arrived and Nadia went over to her father and started talking in one of the languages of India. She then brought Claire over and nodded to her. The slave then kneeled and smiled at him while her hands slowly undid his loose, pajama like, pants. Once she exposed his penis her hand slowly and gently massaged it. With her other hand she took one of his hands and caressed it to help encourage him. Slowly his cock hardened, at which she then bent over to lick the head of his manhood making it harder still and soliciting a smile on his face at last.
“Please Master, take me to your bedroom so I may please you.” Claire encouraged. He said something in Hindi and taking Claire’s hand, escorted her upstairs. Once upstairs she slowly undressed the middle-aged man, caressing his cheeks, his chest and his arms. Now that he was prepared, he laid back on the bed and Claire went back to pleasuring his shaft. First, she licked the head of his member causing it to become fully erect. Using her usual technique, she slowly pushed the head past her lips while using her tongue to please it as it entered her mouth. Then she bobbed her head back and forth to move her lips over the head. After several minutes of this she then slowly pushed the whole member down into her throat. Continually swallowing to press her throat muscles against the shaft she then bobbed her head back and forth giving her a chance to breathe between thrusts.
She could hear moans emanating from him and she then moved up and mounted his now very sensitive phallus. Slowly she lowered herself on him and initiated Slave Pompoir, probably giving him the greatest sexual pleasure in many years. The muscles of her vagina massaged his cock and he started to participate by thrusting in rhythm with her. She brought his hands to her breast and he started to squeeze them, then lowering herself on him, he started licking and sucking on her nipples. She wrapped her arms around him and they became entwined in mutual pleasure. They had become hot and sweaty when he finally came, filling the slave girl with his ejaculate. After she slid off him, she licked his cock clean and laid beside him with her arms around him. After an hour he got up and Claire cleaned him in the shower and then helped him get dressed again. When they came back down again, he greeted his daughter in Hindi, and he was definitely in a much better mood than when they arrived. After much chattering, her mistress hooked her up to the chain again and took her back to Master George. While in the car she said, “He is in a much better mood now, you did a very good job with him. You have certainly earned that star they gave you.”
All Claire could say was, “Thank you.” When they got back to Master George’s home, Nadia could not say enough good things about Claire’s performance. She positively beamed when Master praised her for being such an exceptional slave. It was just the small voice in the back of her mind that that reminded her to stay strong and be free again.
Back at master’s place Claire was able to use her computer again she looked up the Duchy of Kerry. There were no listings about it beyond the reference of Lady Penelope. It didn’t take much digging to find out there had never been a Duke of Kerry, only Earls and the last Peer of Kerry died in 1863. A little digging and she found several companies that sold fake titles. Looking up news references of the so-called Lady Penelope showed she kept to very small local organizations. She was never referenced being at the major aristocratic events like Ascot, which reinforced the evidence that she was a fake. A small local group might be desperate for some kind of blue blood to be affiliated with them and not ask questions, but there would be no way a fake duchess would fool real aristocrats.
The next day Claire was sent back to work at Roman House and this time she was giving the disgusting job of cleaning out the slave cages. Fortunately, no one wanted to supervise her and she was able to continue her Nancy Drew impersonation. She was able to use another unattended workstation to acquire the administrative contact information of other Slave Stores, and using a new e-mail she asked them for info on Lady Penelope’s visits.
It took two days before she was able to check the replies as Master George was using her more both at work, and at home. Including having her escort him on a shopping trip. She had to admit she did like the approving glances from passerby’s and wondered if she were to walk down these streets later would people recognize her as a slave?
When she was finally able to read the responses to her requests for information about Lady Penelope’s visits to various slave stores, they all reported that she had spent over an hour naked in the Slave Pens on at least two occasions. As Claire had messaged more that two dozen stores, that showed that this so-called Lady was showing way too much interest in slavery, and the fact she was an aristocratic imposter would make officials less well-disposed to be sympathetic to her case. When she was back at Roman House, she sent an e-mail to the slave authorities with the evidence she collected. Claire was hopeful but wasn’t sure it would work, she hoped they would send her an e-mail, which she could read, but not reply to, from her own computer.
The next day Master Charles put Claire in a cage at Roman House and kept her there for over an hour. Eventually he came back, and waved voluntary enslavement papers for her to sign. When Claire used all her strength and said no, he had the girl released from the cage and brought back to his home.
Slave Ruby greeted them when they arrived and noticed the look on her owner’s face. “No luck then I guess?”
Master George replied, “No but I think she was close, and she has showed damn good skills, impressing me and my fellow trainers enough to give her a star is rare.”
“True, it’s hard to gain that much respect.” She thought for a few moments, “Well you can only try, she’ll probably be a slave inside of a year anyways.”
Master grabbed Claire’s pussy “Yes she is Slave Wet.” He then took her collar off. “Welcome back to freedom, and responsibility, and working for a living.”
Claire hesitatingly put her clothes on, for it felt so strange to wear clothes again. Master George allowed the now free girl to say a couple of more days to explore London. But sometimes she felt self conscious that people were looking at her wondering why her collar had disappeared. She decided to leave London and try another part of the country where no one knew her as a slave. Before she left, she received an e-mail from Slave Control informing her that thanks to her information the fake Duchess Penelope will be detained and enslaved the next time she enters a slave store. This gave Claire a small smile and whispered, “Gotcha!”
A couple of days later Claire found herself in Hull visiting some relatives. She inspected her Star more closely, it had mostly healed so now she knew what it would permanently look like. It was a five-pointed star that was about two centimeters (3/4 in) wide and had the letters ‘R’ and ‘H’ on either side of the top point. It was no longer red, now it was just a little darker than the surrounding skin, so it was not necessarily obvious from a distance. Looking it up on the computer she found it was indeed a high honour to be given to a slave who had completed training. Many slaves (and the few free women who had them) would sometimes use makeup to highlight them. For Claire, she experimented with makeup and found a few layers of makeup would hide it completely.
After a few days she decided to find the Sam Store that had had the fire. She found it with the door open but the clerk called out “We’re out of slave inventory and can’t do grading.” She looked around and noticed construction where she supposed the fire had been.
“That’s OK, I was just looking in to see if you were still having a Fire Sale.”
“Not yet, and can only do cash sales since the debit machine doesn’t work.”
“I heard the pens weren’t damaged at all.”
“Yes, but they are deserted, you can go down anyways and look around. You don’t have to undress either.”
Claire went down the stairs to the Slave Pens, slowly walking around the empty cages. They were all unlocked and she went in one of them and closed the door. Automatically she stripped her clothes off and started doing her Slave Positions
“Having fun playing slave?” He startled her, but she wasn’t self conscious of her nudity, “Be careful you’re lucky we’re basically closed. If you want to enslave yourself, I can’t help you. But there’s another Sam the Slave Man store in York if you want that.” Of course, he wouldn’t have suggested a closer rival store.
“Yes, I know it, I got my grading there, I was there when my sisters were brought in.”
“Sisters you say?”
“Yes, I guess I still think of them like that sir.”
“What grade did you get?”
“Prime Plus Sir.” This time she did blush.
Then he noticed her star brand on har breast. “Roman House gave you a star, and you’re still running around free? I would have thought that was impossible.”
He brought her out of the kennel and stated pawing at her breasts and ass, feeling her up like she was inspecting a potential acquisition, “Like that little slave girl?”
“Yes sir.” Doing as she had been taught, bending over and spreading her ass and pussy for inspection.
He put his fingers in her cunt and moved them around making her slave wet. “I wish I could auction you now, you’d sell well.”
“Yes Sir, thank you Sir.”
“Well come here show me your skills.” And without thinking she immediately kneeled in front of him and again performed as she had been taught. She pulled his belt open with her teeth, and did the same to open the snap and pulled down the zipper. Then she used her hands to pull down his pants and underwear. She rubbed he face against his cock that was beginning to harden. She licked the cock to encourage it and started sucking on his balls. Soon his cock was erect and she started licking the head as it emerged. She kissed the cock head and ran her tongue around the head followed by wrapping her lips around it and caressing it. She moved her head forward and pushing the cock all the way in while running her tongue around it. Soon it was down her throat and she bobbed her head back and forth, at first slowly then more rapidly. Taking breaths when the cock wasn’t blocking her throat. He rapidly started jerking and then came and she made sure to swallow all the cum. “Well I think you deserved that Prime Plus, congratulations.”
“Thank you Master.”
She dressed and left, and after saying her goodbyes to her relatives, she headed straight to the train station and found the train to York was leaving soon. She boarded and upon arriving, and putting her bags in a locker, headed straight to the store where everything started.
When she got to the mall, she could see that a slave auction was in progress in the parking lot. She decided to go over to see the auction as an observer instead as merchandise. She stared moving further into the crowd and soon found herself pushed forward, working her way to the front of the crowd. She became excited at seeing the women doing their slave squats and being bid on. A man beside her grabbed her arm and called out.
“Hey we have a much better piece of meat right here than anything your selling.”
“Very funny, but no thank you.” Claire spoke out, trying to turn it into a joke.
The auctioneer called out, “Well young lady, how about it? You’d start a bidding war.”
“I think I’ll pass, thank you.” Claire smiled. She could imagine herself being on the block showing herself off and being sold into slavery, and it made her very wet.
“Maybe just show yourself off to the crowd to see what they are missing?” Suggested the auctioneer.
“We both know that would quickly turn into an auction. So again, thanks, but no thanks. I should go before someone drags me up there.” And she left as quickly as possible.
When she got into the mall, she continued to Sam the Slave Man. As soon as she entered, the door buzzed, and a voice said “Welcome Back Slave.” Surprised and embarrassed, and yes even a bit excited she entered.
“Remove your clothes slave.” The clerk said as he came up to her.
She obeyed and said, “Sorry Sir I was just here to find out if Carol was working.”
“I can get you ready for auction, in fact they’ve already started.” Placing a steel collar around her neck.
Claire didn’t even think to protest the collar, “Sir I’m very sorry I’m just here to see Carol as a friend, I also have to update my information.”
He checked her with the chip reader, “Prime Plus, but you’re still our proprietary goods, I should just take you out to the block, it would be for the best.”
“Please Sir, just tell me where Carol is.”
“Look, come with me to the pens while I call Carol.” He took her arm and she obediently followed.
They ran into another clerk, “You’re almost too late if you want to take her to the block.”
“No, she’s Paroled, she’s here to see Carol. I was going to have her wait in the pens.”
“A pity.” he said as she was put in the kennel.
“I don’t have to lock it do I?”
“No sir.” and Claire laid down on the bed and waited. She could hear the auction going on outside and it got her excited and she started to pleasure herself.
An hour later he returned and told her Carol was at home and wouldn’t be coming in today. He asked what she wanted to do and Claire wasn’t sure what she wanted to do, and she didn’t have a hotel to go to yet as she didn’t know how long she was going to stay.
“Well I’ll just keep you here for now, But I’ll have to lock the kennel in case the inspectors show up. I’ll mark you as Possible Reprocessing, that means your slave status may be reassessed.”
“Does that mean you might enslave me?”
“No, it just means your in-between statuses. Doesn’t involve a magistrate, it’s still up to you, besides from the looks of you, you’ll be more comfortable here. Unfortunately, I can’t change your slave collar for a visitor or grading collar, only a District Manager can do that.”
“Why did you put it on me then?”
“Sorry it was a mistake, the door said you were a slave. I thought there was an enslavement order on you.” He apologized sheepishly.
Claire was again in this situation, it was starting to look like an old “Perils of Pauline” movie. She decided to use the time to do some slave positions, but decided to skip the mantras. While she was there another man came up to her with a Slave Cage on a dolly “Are you my pickup, I can’t find the bloody clerk.” Claire looked at him and froze, then finally asked where the transport was going. “Morocco.” he stated. Claire shook her head no. “Well you might say that, you’re the only one that fits the description, maybe I should box you just in case.” He went and got the keys from the desk that was in the slave pens. He opened her kennel and said “Back Bracelets” and Claire automatically turned around and crossed her wrists behind her back. Then he commanded, “Bit.” she opens her mouth and he placed a bit to keep her devoiced. He opened the cage door and said, “Enter.” and she knelt and crawled on just her knees into the cage. “Now I’ll look around for the clerks and hopefully I can have you on your way.” Claire actually started sweating in fear, No, she didn’t want this, she had to get out of this! It seemed like eternity when she heard the clerk come in.
“No, I’m telling you we didn’t have a transport order today, it’s tomorrow.”
“Well I thought I found the right slave, she was the only small breasted blond here and I have her all ready to go.”
“I wish you wouldn’t do that, now you have to undo her.”
“Don’t she look pretty though in her cage.”
“Yes, she does, but I just started here and an improper enslavement isn’t something I need on my record.”
“Well damn I hate to go on a wild slave chase.” then he looked at her “Would you like to make this official slave girl?”
“Wouldn’t work, she hasn’t been sold so there’s no client to send her to, and your pickup order is for a different slave.” At that he unlocked the cage and Claire crawled out backwards. She got up and he removed the gag and cuffs.
“Maybe I should just leave sir, sorry.”
“It’s getting late anyways, you have to stay here for the night until I can get authorization to remove your collar.”
Claire gave in, ”They’re going to get me sold yet.” she said to herself.
She went into the kennel and the clerk locked it. The next morning, she woke up early and did her slave stretches. Then in an hour Carol came down to see Claire “Back again, and ready to be sold? Don’t worry lots of girls find they can’t go back.”
“No, No I’m not here to be sold.”
“But you have a slave collar on.”
“Your clerk did it last night thinking I was here to be auctioned. The damn door called me a slave.”
“Oh, yes it can get a bit buggy with recent girls, usually foreigners, but getting that collar off is going to be a problem, have to get a District Manager to authorize it. They usually understand cock-ups and rarely place a hold to investigate.” Then Carol asked, “So why did you come here?”
“I am having some trouble being free but I really came to see you.”
“Why?”
“I kinda thought of you as a friend through all of this, strange isn’t it? But I also have to update my information.”
“So soon?” Carol looked at her with more interest.
“Yes, I’m no longer Mint, my sponsor Scott took my hymen, He’s paid the penalty already.” Claire didn’t
mention that the store could punish her.
“Well I can just do the update right now, just need the encoder.” Then she noticed the brand. “Wow you really did good if they awarded you that.”
“Damn thing still hurts too, I didn’t think I did that well.”
Carol retrieved the encoder and typed in the information then pressed it against Claire’s breast where the chip was and it buzzed. Then she looked at Claire, “Is there anything else?”
Claire had to answer the question, she had no choice, “Scott told me the Store can punish me, but no more than 10 strokes.”
“Really?” she looked at Claire, “Should I?”
Claire’s training took over, “Yes Mistress I deserve my punishment.”
“Well that’s a good girl. But first I’ll call Mr. Johnson about your collar.” She took out her phone and told her Manager about the situation with the collar, but didn’t mention Claire’s name and it didn’t seem he asked. After the call she told Claire that she was going to have to put her back to the kennels as someone was coming over to investigate the situation.
It was three long hours later when someone showed up, Carol came in with the District Manager. The woman wasn’t very sympathetic to Claire situation and suggested she should be sent to the next auction and be done with it. Finally, Carol was able to convince her that it wasn’t worth the trouble of making a questionable enslavement that could cause further questions from her family and demands for investigations. Of course, this wouldn’t help Claire as she would stay a slave as “All Sales Are Final”. Carol had to download the specifications for the unique key for the collar, which the representative had to give a password to access. She went to the key maker to get the key made and returned. But she couldn’t unlock it until Claire’s punishment was inflicted.
She took Claire to the main store. “Punishment has to be at the punishment pole.” She told Claire, who then crawled over to where the whip was and brought it to Carol in clenched in her teeth. She didn’t resist at all when her wrists were locked into the old-fashioned shackles, “Don’t worry I won’t do it too hard.”
She spoke to the few customers who had gathered “Punishment for Slave Claire 562, five lashes.”
Someone, disappointed, said, “Is that all?”
Carol swung the whip, it cracked against her back and Claire cried out.
“One.”
Then again “Two.” Followed by a whimper from Claire.
“Three.”
Someone complained “You’re not hitting her hard enough.”
“Four.” Carol ignored them.
“Five, slave punishment completed.” Carol went to unlock the cuffs but they wouldn’t open. Not again thought Claire.
“There’s a hardware store in the mall, I’ll get some WD40 that should do it.” She left leaving Claire in place being ogled by the customers.
“That whipping was barely worth it.” one of them grumbled.
The manager Mr. Johnson came in and noticed Claire, “Now why are you here again?”
Someone in the crowd called out, “She’s been punished but the clerk barely hit her.”
“Why would you be punished, you’ve been released from store control.” he looked at her.
“Carol will tell you sir; the locks won’t unlock and she went for oil.”
“Well I’ll get the story from her when she comes back.”
It seemed to take forever but Carol came back, “Sorry, the story was busy.”
The Manager came over to her “Now what’s this all about?” Carol explained the situation to him and admitted she didn’t hit her very hard. But she had already declared punishment complete. “Well I guess that that then.” he turned to Claire “Maybe you should be on your way.”
“How about a quick auction?” someone called out.
Mr. Johnson simply replied, “She’s not a slave.”
“That’s easy to fix.” It turned out to be a woman calling out, “A couple of keystrokes and she’s for sale.” Then continued, “Happens all the time, no one makes a fuss unless she rich.”
He looked at Claire, then Carol, “So what do you think I should do?”
“I’d like to say do it, and Claire won’t object, her training is too fresh, but we shouldn’t, our records clean and let’s keep it that way.”
“You’re right, besides it’s a lot of paperwork and your shift is over.”
“Thank you, sir.” Claire said.
“How about a private sale then or maybe I should go to a Magistrate.”
“They will take the store’s position over yours, so let it drop.” Mr. Johnson replied. Carol was able to get the shackles undone finally and she took her to the lockers. Claire dressed in front of everyone, something that no longer bothered her.
The woman who wanted Claire stood close and watched, “You’re a slave and we all know it, just give it up.” she grabbed Claire breast, “And I want this.”
Carol intervened, “She’s getting dressed and she’s free as soon as she’s done.”
“Well she isn’t uncollared yet so she’s still a slave to me.” Pulling Claire close and playing with the other breast now, then she put her hand between Claire legs, “She’s slave wet and juicy, she should be on the block.”
“Madam stop making a scene, you’ve done this before in here and I could have YOU on the block by tomorrow.” Warned Mr. Johnson.
“You wouldn’t dare!”
“I would, magistrates don’t like uppity women.” The woman stormed out, “She’s been causing trouble constantly.”
“Thank you very much, you’ve been a strange and special kind of friend Carol.”
Carol finally removed her collar. “Well I do like you, want to go for cuppa (9)?”
“Love to.”
“Certainly, by the way Scott authorized you could buy a Slave Outfit and a Collar.”
“Love to, lets see what you have before we go.”
“And when we can come back, we’ll put you on the auction block.”
“Why are you joining me?” The both laughed.
FOOTNOTES
(1) A Slave Number is a twelve-digit number with letter to show the slave’s country of origin.
(2) Most Hotel’s have either a Slave Cage in the room, or a Slave Kennel attached to the room.
(3) Slave Pompoir allows a slave to massage a mans penis while inside her (BTW Pompoir is a real thing).
(4) Slave Pleasure Addiction is a technique for slave to increase their pleasure while pleasuring their
Master’s. It has the effect of addicting the slave to their Master. Slaves are not told this and are told it’s called simply Slave Pleasure.
(5) Slave Naked is naked with a collar on.
(6) Slave Stretches were developed to stretch and tone a slave body while in the confines of a slave kennel and are based on Slave Yoga.
(7) “Welcome to my kennel.” And its variants are a traditional welcome for a new slave to her new home from an established slave. In this context Amber is offering Claire a position as a slave in her “home”. “Welcome to my kennel” would be saying she is the new slave in the household.
(8) In this Universe. Facebook allows pictures of nude slaves on its site.
After a couple of days, she left the hotel to continue her interrupted vacation, finally able to explore London with its museums and art galleries. While window shopping, she didn’t realize that she in front of a slave store, a loud buzzer sounded and ordered “Slave Claire 562, report to Store Slave Control.” Nervously she continued walking, “Slave Claire 562 report to Store Slave Control or be reported.” She turned around and looked at the sign, Roman House it proclaimed and she remembered her recent ordeal there. “Ah fuck, now what?” As soon as she entered an alarm went and off two guards dressed like Roman soldiers grabbed her and brought to the desk. Claire sputtered out, “I don’t know why your alarm went off, I was just walking by. I know I was trained here but why would that matter?”
The clerk at the desk looked her up on the computer and said, “Yes and in this facility, welcome home. However, we have a personal request from your Training Master for a hold on you.”
“Why? I just finished my slave training here a little over two weeks ago. I don’t want anymore training, besides my training here was a mistake, I was supposed to go somewhere else.”
“Well we turn out slaves, not wannabes, and the fact that you’re walking around free shows that we failed.”
“I wasn’t sent her to become a slave, as I said it was a mistake, I was supposed to go to York Slave School or something. It was only to raise my Slave Grade and that’s all. At that you did succeed, I’m Prime Plus.”
“That’s a hell of a grade to be walking around free with.”
Claire started getting angry, but calmed herself enough to keep from saying the wrong thing. “Look it’s not like anyone is complaining that your training was sub-par, I’m certainly not. It turned my mind upside down and inside out so it worked.”
He scanned her chip to verify what she said, he looked at her and ordered, “Slave Strip.” and Claire removed her clothes without thinking. Then, “Back Bracelets.” and she automatically turned around and crossed her wrists. “You’re not that far away from slavery, are you?”
“I’m a free woman, but I know I could be an obedient slave if I wanted to.” She didn’t mention that she had already lived as a slave for two weeks.
He came around and fastened an iron collar and old-fashioned shackles on her so she was now Slave Naked (5), “Look maybe you just need a push, we can’t sell you, you have to go back to Sam’s Place for that, but we can get a commission if you change you mind because of us.” He looked at the guard, “Show her around, maybe let her watch the slaves training, George Mann from Training won’t be in for a couple of hours so keep her entertained till then.”
“Come on.” The guard said grabbing her by the arm. Claire didn’t have the will to resist.
He showed her around the slave pens, they had been made to look like old stone work and iron bars for that ‘old fashioned feeling’. She looked at her sisters, and yes, she thought of them that way, and was empathetic to their situation. He brought her to a Grading Table and she watched as the girl was juiced till, she came. She watched as they attempted to pressure the woman into being enslaved with claims that by having orgasm, it showed she was a slave. The woman resisted and Claire was led away before she could see the conclusion.
Next, she was brought to her old training room. The guard forced her to join them, then the guard went to the Training Masters and explained the situation. He unshackled her and they had her go through the paces with the rest of the class reciting Slave Mantras and doing Slave Positions. She observed the new slaves going though their paces and winced every time one was hit, however it also made her undeniable slave wet. She was told to come to the front of the class and she crawled on all fours to get there.
“See, this is how a well-trained slave does it.” Announced one of the Masters and Claire found herself feeling proud to be displayed as an elite graduate. “Slave pleasure me.” He ordered and she immediately brought all of her skills to bare, using her tongue and lips to please the cock head, her hands gently massaged his testacies, causing him obvious pleasure. She let his penis slide past her lips and down her throat. Though unable to breath she continued to bob her head so to slide his manhood back and forth in her throat, but still not enough to breath. She could feel herself get light headed and her body crying out for air. But she kept on until he began to shake and she could feel the hot ejaculate go down her throat. Finally, she came up for air, to the claps of the assembled slaves. “Very good slave.” Said the Master.
After placing the shackles again on her, he brought her to a transport cage. “Get in.” Claire tried to say something but she was to well trained to say no. She looked at him and he repeated, “Get in.” She knelt and shuffled into the cage.
Another clerk came over. “What have we here?”
“A recent grad of our school, but still free, we’re trying to change her status.”
He looked down at her, “So has it worked?”
“No Master, sorry.” was all that Claire could stammer out.
“Well a magistrate could change that easily enough. You don’t sound British, are you a visitor?”
“Yes sir, I’m a tourist, I just got swept up in this.”
The guard interjected, “Master George Mann asked for the hold on her.”
“Well I don’t know who has the authority to request enslavement then. Besides I have a mountain of paperwork and I don’t want any more.” He checked his Computer Pad and said, “Mr. Mann will be here soon, so hang tight.”
A little while later her previous training master, Master George came up to her cage. “Well I was hoping to see you again. I have some good news for you. You’re being awarded a Slave Star for your outstanding training performance.”
Unsure what to say Claire simply decided to ask, “What is that. I have never heard of it.”
“It’s only occasionally given to the best slave trainees. Several Masters have to agree that a slave has earned it and they have with you, unanimously. It means you’re the Best of the Best, it’s almost like an Oscar for slaves.”
Claire was surprised that this made her immensely proud, “Thank you Master, thank you very much.” She beamed.
He took her out of the cage and led her to a horizontal beam on top of a wooden post. There were cuffs on either side and he cuffed her with her back to the post and arms spread slightly back pushing out her chest. It was then that she could smell the hot charcoal, but couldn’t see the branding iron. First the technician cleaned an area on the top of her right breast, then he put a numbing lotion on the same place, followed by another cream. Thereupon, he brought around the red-hot iron and Claire peed herself in fear.
“No, No, please no.” But she had barely uttered the words and the branding iron was burning her skin. She tried to scream but couldn’t, and almost as soon as it had been applied it was removed. To her total surprise it didn’t hurt at all, even though she could smell something burning on her.
“See slave, that didn’t hurt at all did it?” We put a lotion on to freeze the skin, and only the minimum pressure was used so the last cream took most of the heat. Now he’ll put some healing cream on you and you’ll have a permeant mark showing how special you are.” While Master George was saying this the technician removed excess cream from that applied just before the branding and then applied the one that Master George had mentioned.
“Now apply that every day for the next week to avoid infection.” The specialist informed her.
“Don’t worry, she’ll be here every day for you to check up on her.”
“What, why, what’s going on?”
“Giving you an appointment as a Temporary Slave Assistant here, you’ll be a slave assisting in enslaving and training other slaves.”
“But I’m not a slave, I keep telling people I’m just here on vacation.” She whimpered.
“Don’t worry about it, I’ve sent someone to your hotel to retrieve your bags and you’ll join my slave, Ruby, and experience slavery with me.”
Claire had no idea what to say or do. She said nothing but knew she would do as she was told until she could find her inner strength again. Claire decided not to tell him that she had just left being a slave to her sponsor, Scott Walker.
Master George took her to the various places she would work at. She would assist in slave grading and in trying to enslave those getting them. Help in disciplining, training, recruiting, and mentoring slaves. She would learn her duties when she was assigned to them, learning on the job. A different slave collar was fitted to her, it looked like an old iron collar that was century’s old, but was in fact modern, complete with GPS tracking, electric shocker for discipline and escape attempts and a small transmitter to broadcast her status as a slave.
She was kept in a cage until Master George took her to his home. She was surprised when she met his slave, Ruby who was much older than Claire, she was at least in her 40s. She was very good looking, blond, blue eyed, 38D breasts, and she had obviously kept herself in tip-top shape. Knowing she was very much the junior slave in this house Claire greeted her, “Greetings older sister, I hope you do not mind me sharing your kennel while I visit?”
“You are welcome here little one.” Slave Ruby replied, “I will keep you in line, so don’t think you can get away with anything.” As she was saying this, she was undressing her master from his coat and replaced his shoes with loafers.
“You’d be well served to listen and observe her.” Master George interjected, “She has a lot of experience that you can learn from.” He then sat down and Ruby properly greeted him with pleasure from her mouth.
“Yes Sir, I will try to be a good student.” Claire stood there, not sure if she should watch, then realized that she should at least seem like she was trying to learn from an experienced slave. After he had his pleasure Claire followed both of them up to his bedroom, and assisted Ruby in undressing her master from his work clothes and re-dressing him in a more comfortable one. Claire was regulated to passing the required clothes to Ruby and disposing of the used clothing in the hamper. During the evening Claire sat behind the master’s chair while Ruby sat in front of it. Claire asked if she could explore the kitchen so she could know where everything was, and was told to do so.
That evening Claire sat on the floor watching Master and Slave Ruby engage in lovemaking, and it was lovemaking as she could see the emotional bond that had developed between them. Afterwards while Ruby slept beside her owner Claire retired to the kennel, which she didn’t lock as she wouldn’t think of running away, even without the collar.
The next day Claire had to assist with slave grading. It became obvious that her first one was not an ordinary grading. An older woman had brought in a student of hers for a grading. Claire felt it was strange that she would do this, as the girl seemed reluctant to do it. As the new girl she was limited to helping to strap the girl down, and observing the rest of the procedure. The grader started to apply a dildo vibrator that included a clit tickler. The woman started degrading the girl, “You know what you are, sign the enslavement documents and be done with it.” The grader brought the girl close to orgasm but then she told him to stop. She then hissed, “If you want to have an orgasm then agree to become a slave.”
“No, no, please.” The poor girl said.
He then began to torture her again with pleasure. The woman went after her again, “Sign you slut, I’ve seen the filth you read online, you know you want it.” Again, the man withdrew the vibrator and she demanded, “If you want to cum you have to agree to be enslaved.”
“No please stop.” She cried. Once more, he continued the pleasure torture. This went on for a half hour until the girl broke.
For Claire, this angered her and she tried to think of a way to get back at this woman. After she left and the girl was sent to slave processing, she asked who the woman was. “That’s Duchess Penelope of Kerry, a right fine blue blood. Runs a girl’s school and brings us the failures.” She was told by the grading technician.
The rest of the day was slave grading, Claire practiced on the customers the use of the vibrator, giving orders for slave positions, and the more mundane part of taking down their particulars. Claire found she did enjoy having power over them, even as a slave. But that Lady Penelope really got under her skin and she started thinking about ways to get her.
At the end of shift Master George took her home and Claire was finally allowed to serve him, under the watchful eye of the senior slave. Kneeling to undo his shoes and socks and placing his feet in slippers. She then put her arms behind her back and pulled down his pants zipper with her teeth. Pushing her tongue against his boxers, and licking the penis through the material, she brought it to attention. Again, using her teeth, she pulled down the underwear, releasing his shaft and started licking it in long strokes. She kissed his cock and licked the head for a few minutes, eliciting sounds of pleasure from him. Next, she had her lips move back and forth over the head, giving it licks when it was inside her mouth. As this brought comments of appreciation from him, she then pushed her head forward to make the manhood slide past her tongue and down her throat. Bobbing her head back and forth enough to allow her to breathe she kept this up till she sensed him jerk and felt the warm liquid go down her throat.
“Very good slave. How do you rate her Ruby?”
“She did much better that I expected. Even with her star I didn’t think she would be so original as to pull down your zipper with her teeth and do everything with her hands behind her back like a cuffed slave.”
“Thank you, Big Sister.” Claire didn’t know if this was a proper title for Ruby but thought it sounded right.
When she was dressing George into his after-work clothes, Claire asked permission to speak. He told her she could and she asked, “Are older women enslaved sir? I mean can they still be enslaved when they are middle aged and if so, what happens to them.”
“Yes, they can, it’s usually for criminal convictions or inability for support themselves. Unless they are good looking enough, they usually end up working in old age homes, child care or hospital cleaning. If they are at least fair looking they can be sent overseas where there’s a market for any white female slaves.” Claire thanked him, but decided not to pursue her line of questioning any further to avoid suspicions.
The next day she was attached to the Recruitment Department. She was sent outside with some other less experienced slaves to look for potential new stock. She went up to one East Indian girl and started her sales pitch, “Hi, you’re so gorgeous you’d make a wonderful slave. Come with me and we can have you on the block by tomorrow. Wouldn’t it be exciting? No more decisions and great orgasms.”
“No, please leave me alone.” And she tried to walk away. Claire held on to her arm and walked beside her.
“Why not, are you frightened? It’s really a wonderful life.” One of the Slave Girls came up to them and took the woman’s other arm then a couple of more girls joined them. Claire wasn’t sure what they were up to, but she was going to give it her best shot then move on to another girl. The other slaves surrounded the free woman and one grabbed her purse, another unbuttoned the woman’s top and the rest pushed the pack of slaves back towards the store.
“Please, please, leave me alone.” The woman said in tears. But her protests were silenced with one of the slave’s lips, as others unhooked her brassiere and skirt. Soon the victim was rendered helpless with fingers down her panties pleasuring her. Passerby’s got quick glances of the women being raped into slavery.
As they got closer to the doors of Roman House, Claire was finally able to restore some order and took her inside telling the others to stay outside and look for more girls to recruit. Claire had been able to collect the women’s skirt, top and purse, but not her underwear. Claire was handing the woman back what clothes she could give her when a Clerk came up to them.
“What is going on here?”
“I’m sorry sir, I was trying to enlist this young lady for slavery. But my sisters got too enthusiastic and they removed her clothes.”
“Then why are you not bringing her to slave control for processing?”
“I apologize Sir, she was quite adamant she did not want to join us, and I don’t want anyone to accuse us of illegal enslavement.”
“That’s not your call.” Then looking at the scared woman started interrogating her. “Well young lady, have you been convinced to join your sister here in slavery?” Talking to her like he was going to make her a slave no matter what. “Or do you need some time to think it over, perhaps your father would agree to consign you to us?”
“No, no, no, now please let me go!”
“Sir, I think we lost this prospect. Don’t want to make too much of a fuss do we sir?”
“I still don’t know, she’s naked now and ready to process.”
“Can I take her out the back, maybe seeing the other slaves will convince her?”
“Best we can do I guess, without going over the line.” And waved them away.
Claire whispered to the woman, “Don’t worry I’ll get you out. And I’m sorry Mistress for the girls getting to aggressive. They think all good-looking women should enjoy slavery.” Claire maneuvered the woman to avoid any more detours and finally got her to the slave kennels. Once there she was able to get her to the loading area and helped her get her clothes on and escorted her to the back alley to safety.
The woman, who told Claire her name was Nadia Chandra, gave Claire her card and asked her to call if she needed help, or just talk. “Maybe I should buy you, you are very beautiful and my father is a widower.”
“Thank you, but like you I don’t want to be a slave.” But she did give her the number for her cell phone and told her when she was usually able to use it.
“Then why are you slave naked?”
“This is temporary, but don’t worry I’m not planning to escape.” The woman waved goodbye and Claire took the woman’s card to her locker.
Thereupon Claire went back to the front to join the other slaves fishing for “volunteers”. After a while she went inside claiming to need the litterbox. While inside she decided to look at some of the computer workstations and she found that the employees were rather lazy and kept themselves logged in, even after they left. Claire took a look around for surveillance cameras and saw that they were pointed at other areas. She decided to try and see what she could do and found that most of the database was available with no security. She typed in the name of Lady Penelope and found her slave ID number. She copied it down and left the paper at her locker, and went back outside, but after what happened last time, she didn’t push too hard with her sales pitch.
At the end of the day she was brought back home and found a message when she turned on her phone. It was from Nadia and she wanted to come over and talk to her Master. Claire went and told Master George a bit about what had happened earlier and that Miss. Chandra wanted to come over.
Master George gave his permission and when she came over, she hugged Claire and then talked with her master.
“Your slave was of great help to me, I would like to borrow her for a couple days if that’s all right?”
“Well I would like to have her under my thumb for a while longer but she has shown that she is completely subservient for now. I would prefer it if she was always that way and would not think of any other life but she seems to be a unique case. But I suppose sending her off to serve someone else as a slave might be a good experience for her and show her what her real place is.” He removed Claire’s Roman House collar and Nadia came forward and attached a ring collar on her. Master George wrote out a Temporary Slave Transfer Certificate, then he attached a chain to her collar and handed it to her new Mistress.
After they had arrived at Claire’s new home she was placed in her new kennel, which was locked. Towards evening her Mistress brought her to the bedroom, “I’ve always wanted a female slave for my own, but my family is very conservative and would not want me having a slave for sexual use.”
“I will be glad to serve you Mistress.” And with that Claire started unbuttoning the blouse of chocolate skinned woman. “You smell so wonderful.” She unbuttoned the skirt and pulled it down along with the slip and panties. She kissed her deeply while unhooking her mistress’s bra. Her hands caressed the round, full breasts then kissed and licked the dark nipples slowly making then harden.
“I want to thank you for helping me yesterday, but I also want to do something I have never been able to do to someone.” She went over to her chest of drawers and dug around to retrieve a dildo with straps on it.
“Mmmm Mistress, you do have naughty thoughts.”
Nadia strapped the dildo on she told her slave to lay on her back. Claire spread her legs while the other woman lubed the fake cock well. She turned the vibrator on that it would pleasure both of them while she fucked her slave. She kneeled before the awaiting slave girl and started pushing the thick eight-inch dildo slowly in her.
“Ohhh, that’s really stretching my pussy mistress.”
“Good, I want you to feel you’re being used.” She then started to slowly pump the dildo in the spread slave. Claire went back to massaging and licking the jiggling breasts, wanting her owner to feel as much pleasure as she could give. The woman on top started pushing harder and faster as the vibrator brought her closer and closer to orgasm. Claire was almost ready to cum but then Nadia told her, “No orgasm for you, not without permission, or I’ll whip you.”
“Please Mistress let me cum, please!” Claire pleaded.
“No, now obey or it’s the whip.”
Claire was now desperately trying to keep from having an orgasm. Almost more to obey her Mistress than fear of the whip. But she was lucky that the other woman came quickly and stopped pleasuring her. Relieved, Claire followed her mistress to the shower and washed her down, cleaning herself afterwards.
“You have done well slave, tomorrow I am taking you to my father, he has turned himself into a shut-in since my mother died. You will please him to help remind him his life is not over.”
“Yes Mistress, I hope I can help.” But in fact, Claire was worried that either Nadia or her father would keep her as their slave. And as she had been completely living as a slave it would take very little to convince a magistrate that she had ‘self enslaved’ herself.
She was sent to sleep in the kennel and the next morning she was up early, and practiced her slave stretches while she waited to be released. Mistress came down and fed her water and slave kibble in dog bowls. Claire realized that Nadia would have to make her own breakfast since unless she was eating a western breakfast, Claire would not be able to make it for her. She could cook but only had a limited knowledge of Indian Cuisine. She was released later on to clean up, but it took awhile as she didn’t know where anything went.
Her new mistress attached a chain to Claire collar and announced that they were going to her fathers home for the slave to pleasure him.
“He has been a widower for over ten years and has become a shut in, I need you to help him move on. Hopefully he will either look to marry again or at least get a slave. But don’t worry, though he keeps to himself, he and the house are clean.” They arrived and Nadia went over to her father and started talking in one of the languages of India. She then brought Claire over and nodded to her. The slave then kneeled and smiled at him while her hands slowly undid his loose, pajama like, pants. Once she exposed his penis her hand slowly and gently massaged it. With her other hand she took one of his hands and caressed it to help encourage him. Slowly his cock hardened, at which she then bent over to lick the head of his manhood making it harder still and soliciting a smile on his face at last.
“Please Master, take me to your bedroom so I may please you.” Claire encouraged. He said something in Hindi and taking Claire’s hand, escorted her upstairs. Once upstairs she slowly undressed the middle-aged man, caressing his cheeks, his chest and his arms. Now that he was prepared, he laid back on the bed and Claire went back to pleasuring his shaft. First, she licked the head of his member causing it to become fully erect. Using her usual technique, she slowly pushed the head past her lips while using her tongue to please it as it entered her mouth. Then she bobbed her head back and forth to move her lips over the head. After several minutes of this she then slowly pushed the whole member down into her throat. Continually swallowing to press her throat muscles against the shaft she then bobbed her head back and forth giving her a chance to breathe between thrusts.
She could hear moans emanating from him and she then moved up and mounted his now very sensitive phallus. Slowly she lowered herself on him and initiated Slave Pompoir, probably giving him the greatest sexual pleasure in many years. The muscles of her vagina massaged his cock and he started to participate by thrusting in rhythm with her. She brought his hands to her breast and he started to squeeze them, then lowering herself on him, he started licking and sucking on her nipples. She wrapped her arms around him and they became entwined in mutual pleasure. They had become hot and sweaty when he finally came, filling the slave girl with his ejaculate. After she slid off him, she licked his cock clean and laid beside him with her arms around him. After an hour he got up and Claire cleaned him in the shower and then helped him get dressed again. When they came back down again, he greeted his daughter in Hindi, and he was definitely in a much better mood than when they arrived. After much chattering, her mistress hooked her up to the chain again and took her back to Master George. While in the car she said, “He is in a much better mood now, you did a very good job with him. You have certainly earned that star they gave you.”
All Claire could say was, “Thank you.” When they got back to Master George’s home, Nadia could not say enough good things about Claire’s performance. She positively beamed when Master praised her for being such an exceptional slave. It was just the small voice in the back of her mind that that reminded her to stay strong and be free again.
Back at master’s place Claire was able to use her computer again she looked up the Duchy of Kerry. There were no listings about it beyond the reference of Lady Penelope. It didn’t take much digging to find out there had never been a Duke of Kerry, only Earls and the last Peer of Kerry died in 1863. A little digging and she found several companies that sold fake titles. Looking up news references of the so-called Lady Penelope showed she kept to very small local organizations. She was never referenced being at the major aristocratic events like Ascot, which reinforced the evidence that she was a fake. A small local group might be desperate for some kind of blue blood to be affiliated with them and not ask questions, but there would be no way a fake duchess would fool real aristocrats.
The next day Claire was sent back to work at Roman House and this time she was giving the disgusting job of cleaning out the slave cages. Fortunately, no one wanted to supervise her and she was able to continue her Nancy Drew impersonation. She was able to use another unattended workstation to acquire the administrative contact information of other Slave Stores, and using a new e-mail she asked them for info on Lady Penelope’s visits.
It took two days before she was able to check the replies as Master George was using her more both at work, and at home. Including having her escort him on a shopping trip. She had to admit she did like the approving glances from passerby’s and wondered if she were to walk down these streets later would people recognize her as a slave?
When she was finally able to read the responses to her requests for information about Lady Penelope’s visits to various slave stores, they all reported that she had spent over an hour naked in the Slave Pens on at least two occasions. As Claire had messaged more that two dozen stores, that showed that this so-called Lady was showing way too much interest in slavery, and the fact she was an aristocratic imposter would make officials less well-disposed to be sympathetic to her case. When she was back at Roman House, she sent an e-mail to the slave authorities with the evidence she collected. Claire was hopeful but wasn’t sure it would work, she hoped they would send her an e-mail, which she could read, but not reply to, from her own computer.
The next day Master Charles put Claire in a cage at Roman House and kept her there for over an hour. Eventually he came back, and waved voluntary enslavement papers for her to sign. When Claire used all her strength and said no, he had the girl released from the cage and brought back to his home.
Slave Ruby greeted them when they arrived and noticed the look on her owner’s face. “No luck then I guess?”
Master George replied, “No but I think she was close, and she has showed damn good skills, impressing me and my fellow trainers enough to give her a star is rare.”
“True, it’s hard to gain that much respect.” She thought for a few moments, “Well you can only try, she’ll probably be a slave inside of a year anyways.”
Master grabbed Claire’s pussy “Yes she is Slave Wet.” He then took her collar off. “Welcome back to freedom, and responsibility, and working for a living.”
Claire hesitatingly put her clothes on, for it felt so strange to wear clothes again. Master George allowed the now free girl to say a couple of more days to explore London. But sometimes she felt self conscious that people were looking at her wondering why her collar had disappeared. She decided to leave London and try another part of the country where no one knew her as a slave. Before she left, she received an e-mail from Slave Control informing her that thanks to her information the fake Duchess Penelope will be detained and enslaved the next time she enters a slave store. This gave Claire a small smile and whispered, “Gotcha!”
A couple of days later Claire found herself in Hull visiting some relatives. She inspected her Star more closely, it had mostly healed so now she knew what it would permanently look like. It was a five-pointed star that was about two centimeters (3/4 in) wide and had the letters ‘R’ and ‘H’ on either side of the top point. It was no longer red, now it was just a little darker than the surrounding skin, so it was not necessarily obvious from a distance. Looking it up on the computer she found it was indeed a high honour to be given to a slave who had completed training. Many slaves (and the few free women who had them) would sometimes use makeup to highlight them. For Claire, she experimented with makeup and found a few layers of makeup would hide it completely.
After a few days she decided to find the Sam Store that had had the fire. She found it with the door open but the clerk called out “We’re out of slave inventory and can’t do grading.” She looked around and noticed construction where she supposed the fire had been.
“That’s OK, I was just looking in to see if you were still having a Fire Sale.”
“Not yet, and can only do cash sales since the debit machine doesn’t work.”
“I heard the pens weren’t damaged at all.”
“Yes, but they are deserted, you can go down anyways and look around. You don’t have to undress either.”
Claire went down the stairs to the Slave Pens, slowly walking around the empty cages. They were all unlocked and she went in one of them and closed the door. Automatically she stripped her clothes off and started doing her Slave Positions
“Having fun playing slave?” He startled her, but she wasn’t self conscious of her nudity, “Be careful you’re lucky we’re basically closed. If you want to enslave yourself, I can’t help you. But there’s another Sam the Slave Man store in York if you want that.” Of course, he wouldn’t have suggested a closer rival store.
“Yes, I know it, I got my grading there, I was there when my sisters were brought in.”
“Sisters you say?”
“Yes, I guess I still think of them like that sir.”
“What grade did you get?”
“Prime Plus Sir.” This time she did blush.
Then he noticed her star brand on har breast. “Roman House gave you a star, and you’re still running around free? I would have thought that was impossible.”
He brought her out of the kennel and stated pawing at her breasts and ass, feeling her up like she was inspecting a potential acquisition, “Like that little slave girl?”
“Yes sir.” Doing as she had been taught, bending over and spreading her ass and pussy for inspection.
He put his fingers in her cunt and moved them around making her slave wet. “I wish I could auction you now, you’d sell well.”
“Yes Sir, thank you Sir.”
“Well come here show me your skills.” And without thinking she immediately kneeled in front of him and again performed as she had been taught. She pulled his belt open with her teeth, and did the same to open the snap and pulled down the zipper. Then she used her hands to pull down his pants and underwear. She rubbed he face against his cock that was beginning to harden. She licked the cock to encourage it and started sucking on his balls. Soon his cock was erect and she started licking the head as it emerged. She kissed the cock head and ran her tongue around the head followed by wrapping her lips around it and caressing it. She moved her head forward and pushing the cock all the way in while running her tongue around it. Soon it was down her throat and she bobbed her head back and forth, at first slowly then more rapidly. Taking breaths when the cock wasn’t blocking her throat. He rapidly started jerking and then came and she made sure to swallow all the cum. “Well I think you deserved that Prime Plus, congratulations.”
“Thank you Master.”
She dressed and left, and after saying her goodbyes to her relatives, she headed straight to the train station and found the train to York was leaving soon. She boarded and upon arriving, and putting her bags in a locker, headed straight to the store where everything started.
When she got to the mall, she could see that a slave auction was in progress in the parking lot. She decided to go over to see the auction as an observer instead as merchandise. She stared moving further into the crowd and soon found herself pushed forward, working her way to the front of the crowd. She became excited at seeing the women doing their slave squats and being bid on. A man beside her grabbed her arm and called out.
“Hey we have a much better piece of meat right here than anything your selling.”
“Very funny, but no thank you.” Claire spoke out, trying to turn it into a joke.
The auctioneer called out, “Well young lady, how about it? You’d start a bidding war.”
“I think I’ll pass, thank you.” Claire smiled. She could imagine herself being on the block showing herself off and being sold into slavery, and it made her very wet.
“Maybe just show yourself off to the crowd to see what they are missing?” Suggested the auctioneer.
“We both know that would quickly turn into an auction. So again, thanks, but no thanks. I should go before someone drags me up there.” And she left as quickly as possible.
When she got into the mall, she continued to Sam the Slave Man. As soon as she entered, the door buzzed, and a voice said “Welcome Back Slave.” Surprised and embarrassed, and yes even a bit excited she entered.
“Remove your clothes slave.” The clerk said as he came up to her.
She obeyed and said, “Sorry Sir I was just here to find out if Carol was working.”
“I can get you ready for auction, in fact they’ve already started.” Placing a steel collar around her neck.
Claire didn’t even think to protest the collar, “Sir I’m very sorry I’m just here to see Carol as a friend, I also have to update my information.”
He checked her with the chip reader, “Prime Plus, but you’re still our proprietary goods, I should just take you out to the block, it would be for the best.”
“Please Sir, just tell me where Carol is.”
“Look, come with me to the pens while I call Carol.” He took her arm and she obediently followed.
They ran into another clerk, “You’re almost too late if you want to take her to the block.”
“No, she’s Paroled, she’s here to see Carol. I was going to have her wait in the pens.”
“A pity.” he said as she was put in the kennel.
“I don’t have to lock it do I?”
“No sir.” and Claire laid down on the bed and waited. She could hear the auction going on outside and it got her excited and she started to pleasure herself.
An hour later he returned and told her Carol was at home and wouldn’t be coming in today. He asked what she wanted to do and Claire wasn’t sure what she wanted to do, and she didn’t have a hotel to go to yet as she didn’t know how long she was going to stay.
“Well I’ll just keep you here for now, But I’ll have to lock the kennel in case the inspectors show up. I’ll mark you as Possible Reprocessing, that means your slave status may be reassessed.”
“Does that mean you might enslave me?”
“No, it just means your in-between statuses. Doesn’t involve a magistrate, it’s still up to you, besides from the looks of you, you’ll be more comfortable here. Unfortunately, I can’t change your slave collar for a visitor or grading collar, only a District Manager can do that.”
“Why did you put it on me then?”
“Sorry it was a mistake, the door said you were a slave. I thought there was an enslavement order on you.” He apologized sheepishly.
Claire was again in this situation, it was starting to look like an old “Perils of Pauline” movie. She decided to use the time to do some slave positions, but decided to skip the mantras. While she was there another man came up to her with a Slave Cage on a dolly “Are you my pickup, I can’t find the bloody clerk.” Claire looked at him and froze, then finally asked where the transport was going. “Morocco.” he stated. Claire shook her head no. “Well you might say that, you’re the only one that fits the description, maybe I should box you just in case.” He went and got the keys from the desk that was in the slave pens. He opened her kennel and said “Back Bracelets” and Claire automatically turned around and crossed her wrists behind her back. Then he commanded, “Bit.” she opens her mouth and he placed a bit to keep her devoiced. He opened the cage door and said, “Enter.” and she knelt and crawled on just her knees into the cage. “Now I’ll look around for the clerks and hopefully I can have you on your way.” Claire actually started sweating in fear, No, she didn’t want this, she had to get out of this! It seemed like eternity when she heard the clerk come in.
“No, I’m telling you we didn’t have a transport order today, it’s tomorrow.”
“Well I thought I found the right slave, she was the only small breasted blond here and I have her all ready to go.”
“I wish you wouldn’t do that, now you have to undo her.”
“Don’t she look pretty though in her cage.”
“Yes, she does, but I just started here and an improper enslavement isn’t something I need on my record.”
“Well damn I hate to go on a wild slave chase.” then he looked at her “Would you like to make this official slave girl?”
“Wouldn’t work, she hasn’t been sold so there’s no client to send her to, and your pickup order is for a different slave.” At that he unlocked the cage and Claire crawled out backwards. She got up and he removed the gag and cuffs.
“Maybe I should just leave sir, sorry.”
“It’s getting late anyways, you have to stay here for the night until I can get authorization to remove your collar.”
Claire gave in, ”They’re going to get me sold yet.” she said to herself.
She went into the kennel and the clerk locked it. The next morning, she woke up early and did her slave stretches. Then in an hour Carol came down to see Claire “Back again, and ready to be sold? Don’t worry lots of girls find they can’t go back.”
“No, No I’m not here to be sold.”
“But you have a slave collar on.”
“Your clerk did it last night thinking I was here to be auctioned. The damn door called me a slave.”
“Oh, yes it can get a bit buggy with recent girls, usually foreigners, but getting that collar off is going to be a problem, have to get a District Manager to authorize it. They usually understand cock-ups and rarely place a hold to investigate.” Then Carol asked, “So why did you come here?”
“I am having some trouble being free but I really came to see you.”
“Why?”
“I kinda thought of you as a friend through all of this, strange isn’t it? But I also have to update my information.”
“So soon?” Carol looked at her with more interest.
“Yes, I’m no longer Mint, my sponsor Scott took my hymen, He’s paid the penalty already.” Claire didn’t
mention that the store could punish her.
“Well I can just do the update right now, just need the encoder.” Then she noticed the brand. “Wow you really did good if they awarded you that.”
“Damn thing still hurts too, I didn’t think I did that well.”
Carol retrieved the encoder and typed in the information then pressed it against Claire’s breast where the chip was and it buzzed. Then she looked at Claire, “Is there anything else?”
Claire had to answer the question, she had no choice, “Scott told me the Store can punish me, but no more than 10 strokes.”
“Really?” she looked at Claire, “Should I?”
Claire’s training took over, “Yes Mistress I deserve my punishment.”
“Well that’s a good girl. But first I’ll call Mr. Johnson about your collar.” She took out her phone and told her Manager about the situation with the collar, but didn’t mention Claire’s name and it didn’t seem he asked. After the call she told Claire that she was going to have to put her back to the kennels as someone was coming over to investigate the situation.
It was three long hours later when someone showed up, Carol came in with the District Manager. The woman wasn’t very sympathetic to Claire situation and suggested she should be sent to the next auction and be done with it. Finally, Carol was able to convince her that it wasn’t worth the trouble of making a questionable enslavement that could cause further questions from her family and demands for investigations. Of course, this wouldn’t help Claire as she would stay a slave as “All Sales Are Final”. Carol had to download the specifications for the unique key for the collar, which the representative had to give a password to access. She went to the key maker to get the key made and returned. But she couldn’t unlock it until Claire’s punishment was inflicted.
She took Claire to the main store. “Punishment has to be at the punishment pole.” She told Claire, who then crawled over to where the whip was and brought it to Carol in clenched in her teeth. She didn’t resist at all when her wrists were locked into the old-fashioned shackles, “Don’t worry I won’t do it too hard.”
She spoke to the few customers who had gathered “Punishment for Slave Claire 562, five lashes.”
Someone, disappointed, said, “Is that all?”
Carol swung the whip, it cracked against her back and Claire cried out.
“One.”
Then again “Two.” Followed by a whimper from Claire.
“Three.”
Someone complained “You’re not hitting her hard enough.”
“Four.” Carol ignored them.
“Five, slave punishment completed.” Carol went to unlock the cuffs but they wouldn’t open. Not again thought Claire.
“There’s a hardware store in the mall, I’ll get some WD40 that should do it.” She left leaving Claire in place being ogled by the customers.
“That whipping was barely worth it.” one of them grumbled.
The manager Mr. Johnson came in and noticed Claire, “Now why are you here again?”
Someone in the crowd called out, “She’s been punished but the clerk barely hit her.”
“Why would you be punished, you’ve been released from store control.” he looked at her.
“Carol will tell you sir; the locks won’t unlock and she went for oil.”
“Well I’ll get the story from her when she comes back.”
It seemed to take forever but Carol came back, “Sorry, the story was busy.”
The Manager came over to her “Now what’s this all about?” Carol explained the situation to him and admitted she didn’t hit her very hard. But she had already declared punishment complete. “Well I guess that that then.” he turned to Claire “Maybe you should be on your way.”
“How about a quick auction?” someone called out.
Mr. Johnson simply replied, “She’s not a slave.”
“That’s easy to fix.” It turned out to be a woman calling out, “A couple of keystrokes and she’s for sale.” Then continued, “Happens all the time, no one makes a fuss unless she rich.”
He looked at Claire, then Carol, “So what do you think I should do?”
“I’d like to say do it, and Claire won’t object, her training is too fresh, but we shouldn’t, our records clean and let’s keep it that way.”
“You’re right, besides it’s a lot of paperwork and your shift is over.”
“Thank you, sir.” Claire said.
“How about a private sale then or maybe I should go to a Magistrate.”
“They will take the store’s position over yours, so let it drop.” Mr. Johnson replied. Carol was able to get the shackles undone finally and she took her to the lockers. Claire dressed in front of everyone, something that no longer bothered her.
The woman who wanted Claire stood close and watched, “You’re a slave and we all know it, just give it up.” she grabbed Claire breast, “And I want this.”
Carol intervened, “She’s getting dressed and she’s free as soon as she’s done.”
“Well she isn’t uncollared yet so she’s still a slave to me.” Pulling Claire close and playing with the other breast now, then she put her hand between Claire legs, “She’s slave wet and juicy, she should be on the block.”
“Madam stop making a scene, you’ve done this before in here and I could have YOU on the block by tomorrow.” Warned Mr. Johnson.
“You wouldn’t dare!”
“I would, magistrates don’t like uppity women.” The woman stormed out, “She’s been causing trouble constantly.”
“Thank you very much, you’ve been a strange and special kind of friend Carol.”
Carol finally removed her collar. “Well I do like you, want to go for cuppa (9)?”
“Love to.”
“Certainly, by the way Scott authorized you could buy a Slave Outfit and a Collar.”
“Love to, lets see what you have before we go.”
“And when we can come back, we’ll put you on the auction block.”
“Why are you joining me?” The both laughed.
FOOTNOTES
(1) A Slave Number is a twelve-digit number with letter to show the slave’s country of origin.
(2) Most Hotel’s have either a Slave Cage in the room, or a Slave Kennel attached to the room.
(3) Slave Pompoir allows a slave to massage a mans penis while inside her (BTW Pompoir is a real thing).
(4) Slave Pleasure Addiction is a technique for slave to increase their pleasure while pleasuring their
Master’s. It has the effect of addicting the slave to their Master. Slaves are not told this and are told it’s called simply Slave Pleasure.
(5) Slave Naked is naked with a collar on.
(6) Slave Stretches were developed to stretch and tone a slave body while in the confines of a slave kennel and are based on Slave Yoga.
(7) “Welcome to my kennel.” And its variants are a traditional welcome for a new slave to her new home from an established slave. In this context Amber is offering Claire a position as a slave in her “home”. “Welcome to my kennel” would be saying she is the new slave in the household.
(8) In this Universe. Facebook allows pictures of nude slaves on its site.