HEARTLAND (REVISED) CHAPTER FOUR
Posted: Mon Oct 25, 2021 8:05 pm
HEARTLAND (REVISED) CHAPTER FOUR
So this used to be Chapter Three but been moved forward. I have combined the visits to the Calgary Stampede and Big D's In part (chapter) three and chapter six part one. The one with her sister and the following day when she went to see Dr. Emily Ranger. There are also some additions and minor edits.
The next year (2012) Big D’s from Texas paid to have a business display at the Calgary Stampede. There were displays of their Texas cattle auctions operation and they had a closed off slave auction section. They were located in the BMO Center along with hundreds of other businesses displaying their wares. Located at a large corner where there would be lots of traffic, the place was decorated with a homey western look. There was a booth with the usual table and a bright backdrop wall showing happy women, there were brochures for the passersby to glance at what they offered, and off to the side there were swinging doors that led to a bar and sitting area, which led to the retail space of slave accessories and beyond that there were two doors, both with a short passage way. One the door on the left led to the auction area, the right one the slave pens.
Amy’s sister, Lou, had convinced her to go with her on the second day of the Stampede. Her sister insisted that she should dress “nice” and even a little sexy since she was nineteen and a woman now. Amy snickered slightly at that comment.
The previous year had been her year of slavery, she had so many run ins with it, it had dominated her life and messed up her mind. She didn’t know if it would stop, she started worrying about slavery lying in wait for her again. The problem was there had been a kind of freedom and had enjoyed some of it. An unusual set of adventures to be sure. She had even lost hope she would ever be free again. It had been a long cold winter, with so much work and responsibility, leaving little room for slave fantasies. But Amy had some time to ruminate on her exploits in slavery and she felt she was able to put it into perspective. It had happened, but she had survived and escaped. She knew she could handle another episode, so she had no gnawing fear inside her that it might happen again. In fact, Amy would occasionally find herself secretly watching the SlaveTV channel and envisioning herself up on the auction block performing for her potential buyers. She was hoping this year would be different, but she knew she could handle another slave adventure.
Now Amy was walking around the Calgary Stampede wearing a spaghetti strap, V neck light blue sundress that came to just above the knee and good walking sandals. This was not her usually fashion as she usually wore a shirt or halter top with blue jeans. As for her sister she wore a red sun dress with a deeper v neck and it came to mid calf. Lou wanted to show off, she had recently given birth and had lost her pregnancy weight, but retained the enlarged mommy boobs since she was nursing.
It was a hot July day and hey had been on a few of the midway rides and had gone to the BMO center to see the distributors. Lou looked at products for home, while Amy looked at any products for horses. They were tired by the time they reached Big D’s they didn’t linger at the outside display booth because Lou noticed the large “Big D’s Bar and Lounge” sign above the doors and told Amy they should go in to drink and rest.
Inside, discovering they didn’t have non-alcoholic drinks, Lou convinced Amy to have her first ‘real’ drink. Eighteen is the legal drinking age in Alberta, but Amy hadn’t drunk much more that an occasional glass of wine. Lou ordered “Sex on The Beach”, while Amy decided on the Strawberry Daiquiri. Both had had added flavors to cover what the bar business calls “over pour”, putting more alcohol in the drink than was needed. For a bar this would be operating at a loss, but selling strong drinks at Big D’s was meant to “loosen up” the customer, with the “Girly Drinks” especially affected. Though not so much that they could be considered spiked. Both women were a little tipsy now and not in a position to make good life choices.
When they got out of the chairs, they wondered over to the retail area and only then realized what business Big D’s was in. Amy got a feeling of “Warning Amy Fleming” (1) at the image of a naked female slave on the wall on her knees and hands behind the back of her head. But she felt relaxed because of the fortified drink and her fears of slavery were not as strong as last year.
Lou started looking at the various collars, whip and restraints. Playing with them and trying some of them on for size in her relaxed state. Amy went to a rack of magazines and was greeted by picture of a naked woman. When she looked closer she saw it was a magazine called Sandy Foot - Canada. Nudity in the media was fairly normal, with naked slaves in the streets and on TV, it was part of the common culture that seeing women in their natural state was normal. Curiosity over took her and she picked it up and discovered the cover model was actually a slave that had been auctioned and inside were slaves to be auctioned here at the Stampede. She put it down and a blond woman came up to her and said in a thick Texas drawl. “Howdy, Keep it, it’s free. There’s are coupons in there ya’ll can use here.”
Normally Amy’s defenses would be up, having had more experience than she would have every wanted with slavery. However, her mind was relaxed and slow to respond due to the excessive alcohol in their drinks. “I don’t think there is anything I’d be buying from here.” Amy replied. “We don’t have any slaves and are not looking for any.”
“Well, ya’ll in a selling mood, why don’t you put your self up for auction? It’s an easy life an you’d sell for a pretty penny.”
The emotionally disarmed, former slave girl was in no position to resist the woman’s sales pitch. Happy memories of slavery floated up in he mind when her sister came up behind the clerk. “Amy, why don’t we go?”
“Why, you her sister?” Lou applied in the affirmative, “My you’d make a great pair on the auction block, sisters sell for a premium.”
“Why thank you.” Said an inebriated Lou.
“Why don’t you come over to my enslavement center?”
“What the hell, lets see what she has to say.” Lou took Amy’s hand and walked over.
The woman looked at them, “What a fine pair of slaves you are, Now drop your clothes and we can get started.”
Lou asked, “I thought you were going to give us your recruitment spiel?”
“Why would one even need that? You have no more cares, no responsibilities, just lots of sex.” She slipped off their dresses to read the chip, eliciting giggles from each of them. “Now all I gotta do is read your chip and away you go, don’t really need all that other stuff. Then just got to print up your enslavement papers and I’ll sign them on your behalf and you’re all enslaved.”
“Wait, you can’t enslave us yourself, don’t you need our signature?” responded Lou.
“Legally yes, but this will do in a pinch, actually it just gets you on the block, and once sold all sales are final no matter what you say after.”
“Oh, well that’s a time saver.” Lou said.
The clerk got out two slave collars and two pairs of cuffs. She got out the chip reader and started pressing buttons, then more buttons, then curse words under her breath. “I gotta get a different one.” And went in the back.
After a few minutes Amy said, “I think she forgot about us.”
“I think so, lets go see what the big deal is in the back.” And they started walking to the door. Then Lou exclaimed, “Wait we forgot our clothes.” And they rushed back, and quickly got dressed to the amusement of a couple of customers. And then walked to the doors of the main area.
When the blond clerk finally returned, she exclaimed, “Where’d they go?”
Two customers said, “They went that away.” And pointed in different directions, but not the one they went.
Unfortunately, Lou had gotten turned around and led Amy through the wrong set of doors, these one let to the slave pens. When they realized where they were, they tried to go back but the doors were one way. So, Lou told Amy, “Lets go, it’ll be an adventure.” Amy said she was well acquainted with slave pens, but Lou didn’t pick up on her admission in her own somewhat drunk state.
They passed the various slaves in their pens, looking them over wondering how they got there. Lou fantasizing about being a slave in a pen and Amy remembering her times in them. At the end of the row of pens, there was something else set up. It appeared to be a photography studio, but they had no idea why it would be here.
As soon as they were spotted by the photographer, he called them over. “Welcome to Miss Amateur Sandy Foot Girl. You’ve seen the magazine, have you thought what it would like to be on the cover yourselves? We take your picture and make a custom-made Sandy Foot magazine with YOU on the cover. We even give you several copies so you can share with friends or loved ones.” The girls were still in a very imprisonable mood, and again it was Lou who led the charge. He told her to put on one of the plastic collars to complete the effect, and she hesitatingly put one on. Then she let her clothes fall off along with her sandals she took as sexy position as she could. The photographer came over to her, “OK you know you can do better than that.” And roughly positioned her with her legs farther apart and both hands above her head. After taking a couple of pictures he told her to sit on the bench over on the side.
Then he motioned for Amy to come over. When she didn’t it was because she was a little unsteady rather than unwilling.
“Come on it’s a laugh, show how sexy you are.” Retorted her sister.
“Come on girly, you can do this easily.” And took her hand and escorted her over. He slid off her dress and bra straps. Letting the dress fall to the floor, then unhooked the front opening bra and let it hang lose, exposing her breasts. Amy let the bra fall the rest of the way and pushed down her panties, then took off her sandals. He clicked on the collar and then posed her in a very sexy pose and took the picture. He would come over and force her into even sexier pictures.
After this both girls were sitting on the bench, still naked with collars on, and their clothes on the floor some two meters / six feet away. A machine was whirring and six pages were printed out, he then stapled them to co copies of Sandy Foot that had no covers and presented them to the naked girls. They looked on them with a combination of embarrassment and pride.
“You know girls, we have an additional offer to take pics of you cuffed in a slave pen.” Lou unsteadily got up and volunteered. He took her into a pen and forcibly cuffed her hands behind her, and started taking pictures, then demanding she change into more and more sexually explicit poses, like bending over and pulling her pussy lips apart. He pushed Lou aside that she fell on the floor, then did the same with Amy, who didn’t say yes to it. Then he brought Lou forward and chained them together, and took more pictures, ordering them to kiss the have their tongues play with each other.
“Well now bitches, how you like to pay, cash, service or enslavement?” The two girls were still cuffed and leashed together. “Why don’t I just take you down to the auction block and just sell you, I’ll get a nice commission?”
Thankfully the girls had torn up the enslavement papers and dumped them in the garbage, if he had found them, they would have been out of options. Amy, now feeling little more aware, spoke up, “Please no, we’ll pay for everything in cash, please just let up go.” The photographer reluctantly and quite slowly unlocked them, making sure to touch their asses as much a possible. Once loose, Amy remembered their clothes, and walked over to retrieve them, along with their purses. Lou then fumbled with her purse and paid for everything. The photographer grabbed two Big D’s shopping bags that announced “I Went To Big D’s Auction House And All I Got Was Enslaved” and showed a cartoon picture of a naked large breasted woman on the auction block with a whip flying above her. Into these he put each girl’s magazine, and their clothes and purses. “Now keep those collars on, they’re visitor collars, you’ve paid for them free and clear. And they protect you from being taken for merchandise.” The girls started wondering off unsteadily, still naked and collared, carrying their bags.
Again, they went down the wrong sections and they started hearing the call of an auctioneer. They quickly found themselves next to three slave girls in a coffle. The first one was blond, the second brunette, and the third was a very pretty and busty East Indian girl who put her hand on Amy’s shoulder. The slave monger appeared, and used to women getting lost, did his usual joking. “Hey we have a couple of extra slaves here. There’s room on the coffle for a couple more. Come on get, in the coffle.” He felt he was just making fun of the lost girls, but a couple of times it had actually resulted in a girl doing as ordered.
Amy picked up the old coffle hanging behind the brown skinned girl, touching the old rusted steel implement. It gave her a chill up her spine, both of dread and titillation. When the light brown slave said, “Well are you two joining us?” The dark slave took the collar, “Why don’t we just put these on for size?” Amy was speechless, and before she knew it the collar was on her. While this was happening, Lou had been handling the other collar, putting it part of it on her neck when the jerk of the slave collaring Amy caused the collar to close.
“I, I, I’m not a slave.” she blurted out, almost saying “any more”. She touched the collar and felt a chill down her back.
“Oh. come on you’ll enjoy it.” And the slave started playing with both sister’s nipples, then clits.
“Oh god that feels so good.” Amy closed her eyes, and started breathing quickly. “Please stop.” she finally said. ‘Please, please take this off.” she pleaded to the slave monger.
“Well, it was too much to hope.” And unlocked the frightened and excited girls.
The slave monger said, “Slave girls love doing that to free women hoping to drag them down to their level.”
“Where are our clothes?” inquired Lou.
“They threw them into that slave pen. Since your slave naked you might as well let yourself be auctioned.”
Lou spoke up, “Please no, please. We don’t want to be slaves!”
“Well go ahead and get your clothes, I have work to do.”
They went into the pen and retrieved their bags, then sat on the bench to let the shakes subside.
Another slave monger came on her, still undressed. “Why are not ready for auction?”
“Leave us alone, we’re not slaves.” Called out Lou
“Well, we will soon get this checked out.” And grabbed them and pulled them out of the pen. While both sisters held even more firm on her remaining clothes. “Who has a chip reader?”
A voice called out, “There is one in the slave delivery area.” And the girls were locked together and led to the area where there were still a few cages with slaves in them who taunted them. Finally, a tall, dark-haired woman came up to them and pressed a machine against Lou’s left breast and confirmed she was a free woman. But when it came to Amy the reader buzzed and said Hold Error.
“What’s going on here?” the woman wondered. Then informed of the problem she declared, “I have to make a call. But this woman must be secured and held until we can get this figured out. And secure both their belongings, but they are to be treated well.”
The senior slave monger then instructed, “Back bracelets.” The women looked at him without comprehension. “Just turn around.” When they didn’t obey automatically, he became more forceful, “Now!” Startled, the woman turned around, after which he took their bags and he and another monger grabbed their hands and put wide cuffs on them. When the woman started to protest, he sprayed de-voicing spray in their mouths. The women tried to talk but were told to stop or they could make the de-voicing permanent. They were then locked in a slave pen, locked together, and left to stew.
Finally, the dark-haired woman returned. “OK, we can release you, your problem blondie,” referring to Amy, “is at HCI. You’d better get that sorted out soon or this might not be the last time this happens to you.” When it became obvious the women couldn’t respond, she yelled, “I told you not to abuse them. Now get over here and uncuff them.” A monger came over and opened the pen door, removed their cuffs, and got their bags back. “Keep those collars on, you can get them removed at customer service.”
Amy and Lou started going through their bags to get dressed. But found their bras and panties were missing! They got dressed and waited in a corner till their voices came back an hour later.
They were finally able to leave but there was only one way out and that led to the auction arena. They were surprised and embarrassed by the all the people looking at them, looked around where to go. The auctioneer (who had been waiting for the next girl to be auctioned), “Are you sure you’re not our next items up for sale? Sisters sell well and you’re undressing already.” It was then that Amy realized that both of her dress straps had fallen down, but it didn’t worry her anymore. Someone pushed them up on the block, and they became scared and confused. Someone pulled down their dresses making them naked again. People started calling out bids, “$30,000, $31,000, $32,000.”
For a second Lou thought, “Wow they think I’m that valuable?” But then she shook her head to clear it. “I’m not a slave, please stop.” She wondered why Amy was unwilling to speak up.
Someone called out “Bidding has started, its too late.”
The Auctioneer spoke up, “Now, now, I have not officially opened bidding, and they have visitor’s collars on so sorry no sale, unless you want to change their minds?”
Amy just stood there, naked, with the lights on her, and the gaze of dozens of lusty men. She wondered if she was going to end up here eventually. For a minute she didn’t know what to do, did she have a choice? “Can we leave?” Lou said to the to the auctioneer.
“Yes, you may, but come back again to be auctioned.”
The sisters had to stand on the auction block to pull up their clothes from around their legs under the disappointed gaze of the audience. Slowly they both got off the block to the whistles of the audience, and walked to the edge of the arena.
But then the curvy redheaded girl was brought up to the sales arena and mounted the block. Amy was shocked at the obscene (to her) positions that the girl performed as the audience glazed admiringly and placed their bids. Amy couldn’t look away at the scene, shocked at seeing all this first hand. The call of “Sold for $25,000 brought her wits back to her and she and her sister walked away briskly, Red faced they quickly made their retreat from the other bidders, some looking longingly towards the sisters.
They made there way back to the bright and cheery front part of the store and went to customer service to get their collars removed. After which they decided to browse the retail area again with its collars, cuffs, whips, vibrators, hoods, and various other products.
Lou inquired of the clerk, a tall raven-haired woman, “Excuse me, I was wondering about gifts for couples and business associates?”
“Come ov’air and I’ll show ya some of the good stuff.” She led them to a section of steel collars. “These real popular with owners and couples, they have control boxes and can give either pain or pleasure.”
“Do they automatically lock?”
“Nope, gotta do that separate, just have ta push this button here to open it.”
“Can I try it on?”
“Lou what are you doing?” exclaimed Amy.
“I’m not going to let what happened in there scare me off.” Then she turned to the clerk, “Can you help me put it on?”
“Well, ya gotta do it properly, slip off your dress and sandals and kneel.” In her brave state Lou slipped off her dress to Amy astonishment, and then knelt. The clerk then placed it on her neck and declared, “I’ll lock it too to give you the total experience.” And to Lou’s stunned reaction, she took out a key and lock it. “Now stand-up slave girl.”
“I didn’t ask you to lock it.”
“Oh, don’t worry slave, your fine. Let’s try the lowest punishment level.” And she pushed a button which Lou let out a shout of surprise and pain.
“Are you OK, Lou?” and she nodded yes.
“But here the kicker, here is the pleasure setting.” And Lou let out a moan and grabbed at the display rack. “Had enough slave girl?” She put it up higher and higher till Slave Lou was on her knees again.
Amy intervened, “Please stop calling her a slave, and get this collar off her.”
“Well only if she wants to.”
After a few moments Lou was able to get up. “It’s outstanding Amy, you should try it, and I’m going to buy a couple as business gifts.”
The clerk looked at Amy, “Would you like to try it darlin?” Amy said no but the clerk persisted, “You saw how much your sister loved the pleasure settings. Now be a dear and do like your sister.” And without warning she slid off Amy’s dress off her shoulders and pushed her to her knees. Quickly she placed the collar on her as Amy was trying to get her dress back up.
“I said I didn’t want to try it.” Amy was trying not to show any submissiveness to this woman.
“Bad slave.” and the clerk pressed the punishment button on both remotes. Both girls gave out a yell and the clerk ordered. “Now drop your clothes like a good slave.” And Amy obeyed. “Good girl.” And she pressed the pleasure buttons, which sent waves of pleasure through both slaves. She then chained the two girls together and attached a leash to Lou, and ordered them to follow her.
She brought them in front of a wall with height measurements on the wall like a booking photo. And took pictures of them front, back and side. Then she read their chips, and this time nothing happened with Amy’s chip. Then she typed into her pad and announced, “OK I have your enslavement authorization all ready on my pad.” She printed out the documents and put them on the desk with a pen each. “Now sign here and you’ll be on the block by later today.”
Lou finally got her wits about her and responded, “No, please stop, we don’t want to be a slave.” A declaration which was weakly echoed by Amy.
“Look your all ready to be sold, you can’t back out now. Why don’t you take a seat and wait to be taken to auction?” And she led them over to a bench where two other naked, collared and chained women were sitting. She locked both collars to chain on the wall and left with their clothes and bags and put them behind the desk.
The older woman, thirtyish, nice looking with small B cup breasts who was locked to the wall as well talked to them, “She’s a domineering one, isn’t she? I just came for the fair and now look at me. But you’re going to fetch top price.”
Amy’s head was clearing, “No, I’m not going to be auctioned, I didn’t sign anything.”
“Well mistakes are made girl.”
Soon as the woman had come back, now with another girl. Both sisters firmly said, “We don’t want to be slaves, let us go!” She tried to sweet talk and bully them to be enslaved but they stood firm. The woman noticed a couple of police officers taking an interest in what was happening, so she finally gave in and took off the collars and gave them back their clothes.
She then handed the girls some papers; it was her enslavement contract with nude pictures of them. “If you want to change your mind, just sign the papers anytime. Though they already have my authorization for enslavement signature so don't need yours.” They stuffed them into their Big D’s shopping bags and unsteadily walked away.
After she and Lou had their adventure at Big D’s at the Calgary Stampede, Amy returned the next day to the Stampede to see Dr. Emily Ranger at a round table on horse training. Amy had some trepidation being there again, as Big D’s was on the way to the conference hall. She felt a thrill go down her spine as she passed it and felt herself getting wet.
Amy had been in contact with Dr. Ranger for some time. After her first adventure at HCI, back in 2011, Dale had recommended the horse psychologist to Amy. She had started with exploring the woman’s website and YouTube channel. Amy did not like what she saw, Dr. Ranger was an advocate of strict discipline and drugs in her practice dealing with problem horses. This went very much against Amy’s techniques, that only used such discipline or drugs in extreme cases, and was reluctant to use them even then. Amy had e-mailed the doctor, avoiding being confrontational, but wanting to make sure to put her point across. They eventually got into exchanging e-mails a few times a week.
She passed the booth in front of the doors of Big D’s when someone called out to her. “Hey its you.” Amy didn’t realize she was the one being referred to. Then they shouted out again, “Hey blondie in the blue and white strapless dress, come over here.” Amy was wearing a blue and white strapless summer dress the came to mid knee. She didn’t know why she had worn it; as it was much sexier that what she usually wore.
Amy looked over and asked, “Are you talking to me?”
“Ya, I recognize you, your Miss Amateur Sandy Foot Girl today.”
“What are you talking about?”
“Got you picture up here for people to see, come on over.”
Curiosity got the best of Amy and walked over; the young man held out a magazine and pointed out nude picture of Amy that had been taken by that photographer yesterday. And on it proudly declared “Miss Amateur Sandy Foot Girl”.
Amy was shocked, she had no idea it would be put out for public display. “Don’t that mean your property of Big D’s?” The Young man inquired.
“No, it does not.” Amy firmly retorted.
“Why don’t you go on in anyways, I’m sure you’d sell well?” He grabbed her arm and Amy found herself being dragged inside against her will. He brought her to the Customer Service Desk was the blond Texan woman who had tried to enslave her and her sister just yesterday, when they had gotten rather tipsy.
“I remember you darling, I had you dead to rights enslaved, then you ran off.” The young man kept beside her with his hand firmly on her arm.
“We were not interested in being enslaved.” Amy could feel her pussy getting wetter while she started to feel intensely anxious.
“Well let me just check your chip and start over.”
“Please, I did say no.” And pulled her arm from the mans grasp.
“Oh, don’t be a spoil sport.” And grabbed the back of Amy’s dress, pulling it and her bra down, exposing Amy’s breasts. “See your almost slave naked and ready for the block.”
Amy was stunned, not from being naked but the swiftness of the act. Her dress had fallen around her ankles, and she tripped and fell face down on the floor putting her hands out to break her fall. The female clerk reacted quickly, kneeling down, she grabbed a nearby bamboo rod about a yard/meter long and threaded it between Amy’s back and bent elbows. Then she unhooked Amy’s bra and used it to tie her elbows to the rod. Now the young woman was unable to push herself up and she started to panic.
The blond clerk pulled down a double vibrator/dildo that was bent in a U shape. She had been showing it to a customer just before Amy had walked in and now, she reached up to the desk and grab it. He tore off the panties then violently pushed it into Amy’s pussy and ass, eliciting a scream from the rape. The vibrators were put on to maximum and Amy quickly felt a tidal wave of pleasure overcome her.
The clerk pulled her up to her knees then got in close to Amy’s face and placed her hand under the captured girl chin to make her look in her eyes, “Ya’ll not gonna give me any trouble now are you sweety?” Amy was unable to respond as she was being overwhelmed with pleasure and looked at her tormentor with a glazed look.
Amy didn’t make any attempt to escape as the woman went back behind the desk to retrieve the chip reader. She continued to kneel, shaking in pleasure till she orgasmed. But between the shaking of her body as she experienced a pleasure explosion and her now very lubricated pussy, the gratifying invader slipped out of her.
Amy was reveling in the pleasure, forgetting what was planned for her. The feeling of a steel collar being placed on her neck brought her out of her happy fog. She heard the clerk say, “There, got ya’ll’s enslavement papers attached to your collar, that’s all ya need to get ya to auction.” Then she seemed to fiddle with the collar, “Damn, I forgot to grab a locking one, could just leave it unlocked, you’re going direct to the block anyways.” Then she pulled Amy to her feet, “Come on dearie, lets go and sell ya.” She attached a chain to the collar and turned away to lead Amy to the door that she and Lou had accidentally entered yesterday.
But Amy had been working on her bonds, and was able to unhook her bra, which released her. She grabbed the bamboo bar and hit the woman on the head with it. The clerk fell to the floor and Amy slammed down on her head with the heel of her foot. She ran to grab her dress and purse, then slipped through the audience door to the auctions. Luckily no one was on the other side and Amy was able to slip her dress over her head. A few second of fiddling got the collar off and she stuffed the collar and the papers into her purse.
She tried to slip unnoticed into the crowd and sat down pretending to just be another lookie loo at the auction. She watched and three girls in a row went up to the block and showed themselves off to the audience. She became excited as the bidding got excited over each girl; Amy found herself fingering her uncovered (but hidden) wet snatch as she got increasingly excited. Then the auctioneer seemed to look at her and call out, “Do we have a volunteer out her in the audience?” Amy froze and tensed up; he had seen her! She slowly shook her head no, but the auctioneer called out again, “You look familiar, weren’t you here yesterday, with another girl?” Amy nodded yes out of habit of telling the truth. “Why don’t you come down here and try again?” And Amy found herself being pushed down to the auction pit by audience members.
When she got to the pit, she was standing beside a slave girl waiting to be the next on the block. “So, you coming up?” asked the auctioneer, to the cheers of the audience.
“No, No thank you sir.” Amy stammered out.
“What nice manners, you’d be a good slave for someone, you must be Prime Plus.” Smiled the auctioneer.
Then the slave girl beside Amy pulled down her dress, which Amy barely reacted to. She just stood there with her arms beside her. Then the slave noticed the slave collar in the un-opened purse and took it out. She placed it on the frozen girl’s neck, with the chain still attached. “Well, you’re all ready now, just jump up on the block and you can show off and start your new life.”
Amy whimpered, “Please no, leave me alone.” She stepped out of her dress then picked it up and held it in her arms.
“Ah poor girl doesn’t know what’s best, why don’t you just go into the holding pens till your ready?” Then he called to a slave monger, “Hank, get this girl her to the pens to cool off.” The slave monger grabbed the chain and with a jerked, took Amy to the pens.
Once inside Amy found her voice. “Please stop, this is a mistake, I’m not interested in becoming a slave. I don’t want to be forced into this.”
“Ya, I saw you being pulled down to the pit, you clearly weren’t volunteering. I’ll let you out through the delivery door since that’s closest.” He kept her on the chain as they went through the pens. They passed several slaves in a coffle who tried to pull her toward them, they even tried to push an unused collar in their coffle on to her neck. Amy felt a shiver of excitement, but was able to push it away.
Finally, they got to the door, where he gave Amy directions to get back to the main exhibit hall. Uncollared and dressed she made her way to the entrance again. Once back in Amy bought a new pair of sandals then walked to her original destination, the horse round table. She felt a chill go down her back as she passed Big D’s again, and reached the conference just as it was starting
Amy was in a nervous excitement, and during the audience questions, Amy was feeling flustered but asked some pointed questions about dealing with problem horses. Afterwards as the speakers and some of the audience members mingled, the two women got into a spirited discussion on various horse issues. Dr. Ranger noticed Amy’s sexual excitement and made some mistaken assumptions about Amy.
The two continued to message each other, and they would meet up for brunch when they were both at horse events. Over time they eventually formed a healthy respect for each other.
1) 1) If your old enough you’ll remember this from the TV show “Lost In Space”
So this used to be Chapter Three but been moved forward. I have combined the visits to the Calgary Stampede and Big D's In part (chapter) three and chapter six part one. The one with her sister and the following day when she went to see Dr. Emily Ranger. There are also some additions and minor edits.
The next year (2012) Big D’s from Texas paid to have a business display at the Calgary Stampede. There were displays of their Texas cattle auctions operation and they had a closed off slave auction section. They were located in the BMO Center along with hundreds of other businesses displaying their wares. Located at a large corner where there would be lots of traffic, the place was decorated with a homey western look. There was a booth with the usual table and a bright backdrop wall showing happy women, there were brochures for the passersby to glance at what they offered, and off to the side there were swinging doors that led to a bar and sitting area, which led to the retail space of slave accessories and beyond that there were two doors, both with a short passage way. One the door on the left led to the auction area, the right one the slave pens.
Amy’s sister, Lou, had convinced her to go with her on the second day of the Stampede. Her sister insisted that she should dress “nice” and even a little sexy since she was nineteen and a woman now. Amy snickered slightly at that comment.
The previous year had been her year of slavery, she had so many run ins with it, it had dominated her life and messed up her mind. She didn’t know if it would stop, she started worrying about slavery lying in wait for her again. The problem was there had been a kind of freedom and had enjoyed some of it. An unusual set of adventures to be sure. She had even lost hope she would ever be free again. It had been a long cold winter, with so much work and responsibility, leaving little room for slave fantasies. But Amy had some time to ruminate on her exploits in slavery and she felt she was able to put it into perspective. It had happened, but she had survived and escaped. She knew she could handle another episode, so she had no gnawing fear inside her that it might happen again. In fact, Amy would occasionally find herself secretly watching the SlaveTV channel and envisioning herself up on the auction block performing for her potential buyers. She was hoping this year would be different, but she knew she could handle another slave adventure.
Now Amy was walking around the Calgary Stampede wearing a spaghetti strap, V neck light blue sundress that came to just above the knee and good walking sandals. This was not her usually fashion as she usually wore a shirt or halter top with blue jeans. As for her sister she wore a red sun dress with a deeper v neck and it came to mid calf. Lou wanted to show off, she had recently given birth and had lost her pregnancy weight, but retained the enlarged mommy boobs since she was nursing.
It was a hot July day and hey had been on a few of the midway rides and had gone to the BMO center to see the distributors. Lou looked at products for home, while Amy looked at any products for horses. They were tired by the time they reached Big D’s they didn’t linger at the outside display booth because Lou noticed the large “Big D’s Bar and Lounge” sign above the doors and told Amy they should go in to drink and rest.
Inside, discovering they didn’t have non-alcoholic drinks, Lou convinced Amy to have her first ‘real’ drink. Eighteen is the legal drinking age in Alberta, but Amy hadn’t drunk much more that an occasional glass of wine. Lou ordered “Sex on The Beach”, while Amy decided on the Strawberry Daiquiri. Both had had added flavors to cover what the bar business calls “over pour”, putting more alcohol in the drink than was needed. For a bar this would be operating at a loss, but selling strong drinks at Big D’s was meant to “loosen up” the customer, with the “Girly Drinks” especially affected. Though not so much that they could be considered spiked. Both women were a little tipsy now and not in a position to make good life choices.
When they got out of the chairs, they wondered over to the retail area and only then realized what business Big D’s was in. Amy got a feeling of “Warning Amy Fleming” (1) at the image of a naked female slave on the wall on her knees and hands behind the back of her head. But she felt relaxed because of the fortified drink and her fears of slavery were not as strong as last year.
Lou started looking at the various collars, whip and restraints. Playing with them and trying some of them on for size in her relaxed state. Amy went to a rack of magazines and was greeted by picture of a naked woman. When she looked closer she saw it was a magazine called Sandy Foot - Canada. Nudity in the media was fairly normal, with naked slaves in the streets and on TV, it was part of the common culture that seeing women in their natural state was normal. Curiosity over took her and she picked it up and discovered the cover model was actually a slave that had been auctioned and inside were slaves to be auctioned here at the Stampede. She put it down and a blond woman came up to her and said in a thick Texas drawl. “Howdy, Keep it, it’s free. There’s are coupons in there ya’ll can use here.”
Normally Amy’s defenses would be up, having had more experience than she would have every wanted with slavery. However, her mind was relaxed and slow to respond due to the excessive alcohol in their drinks. “I don’t think there is anything I’d be buying from here.” Amy replied. “We don’t have any slaves and are not looking for any.”
“Well, ya’ll in a selling mood, why don’t you put your self up for auction? It’s an easy life an you’d sell for a pretty penny.”
The emotionally disarmed, former slave girl was in no position to resist the woman’s sales pitch. Happy memories of slavery floated up in he mind when her sister came up behind the clerk. “Amy, why don’t we go?”
“Why, you her sister?” Lou applied in the affirmative, “My you’d make a great pair on the auction block, sisters sell for a premium.”
“Why thank you.” Said an inebriated Lou.
“Why don’t you come over to my enslavement center?”
“What the hell, lets see what she has to say.” Lou took Amy’s hand and walked over.
The woman looked at them, “What a fine pair of slaves you are, Now drop your clothes and we can get started.”
Lou asked, “I thought you were going to give us your recruitment spiel?”
“Why would one even need that? You have no more cares, no responsibilities, just lots of sex.” She slipped off their dresses to read the chip, eliciting giggles from each of them. “Now all I gotta do is read your chip and away you go, don’t really need all that other stuff. Then just got to print up your enslavement papers and I’ll sign them on your behalf and you’re all enslaved.”
“Wait, you can’t enslave us yourself, don’t you need our signature?” responded Lou.
“Legally yes, but this will do in a pinch, actually it just gets you on the block, and once sold all sales are final no matter what you say after.”
“Oh, well that’s a time saver.” Lou said.
The clerk got out two slave collars and two pairs of cuffs. She got out the chip reader and started pressing buttons, then more buttons, then curse words under her breath. “I gotta get a different one.” And went in the back.
After a few minutes Amy said, “I think she forgot about us.”
“I think so, lets go see what the big deal is in the back.” And they started walking to the door. Then Lou exclaimed, “Wait we forgot our clothes.” And they rushed back, and quickly got dressed to the amusement of a couple of customers. And then walked to the doors of the main area.
When the blond clerk finally returned, she exclaimed, “Where’d they go?”
Two customers said, “They went that away.” And pointed in different directions, but not the one they went.
Unfortunately, Lou had gotten turned around and led Amy through the wrong set of doors, these one let to the slave pens. When they realized where they were, they tried to go back but the doors were one way. So, Lou told Amy, “Lets go, it’ll be an adventure.” Amy said she was well acquainted with slave pens, but Lou didn’t pick up on her admission in her own somewhat drunk state.
They passed the various slaves in their pens, looking them over wondering how they got there. Lou fantasizing about being a slave in a pen and Amy remembering her times in them. At the end of the row of pens, there was something else set up. It appeared to be a photography studio, but they had no idea why it would be here.
As soon as they were spotted by the photographer, he called them over. “Welcome to Miss Amateur Sandy Foot Girl. You’ve seen the magazine, have you thought what it would like to be on the cover yourselves? We take your picture and make a custom-made Sandy Foot magazine with YOU on the cover. We even give you several copies so you can share with friends or loved ones.” The girls were still in a very imprisonable mood, and again it was Lou who led the charge. He told her to put on one of the plastic collars to complete the effect, and she hesitatingly put one on. Then she let her clothes fall off along with her sandals she took as sexy position as she could. The photographer came over to her, “OK you know you can do better than that.” And roughly positioned her with her legs farther apart and both hands above her head. After taking a couple of pictures he told her to sit on the bench over on the side.
Then he motioned for Amy to come over. When she didn’t it was because she was a little unsteady rather than unwilling.
“Come on it’s a laugh, show how sexy you are.” Retorted her sister.
“Come on girly, you can do this easily.” And took her hand and escorted her over. He slid off her dress and bra straps. Letting the dress fall to the floor, then unhooked the front opening bra and let it hang lose, exposing her breasts. Amy let the bra fall the rest of the way and pushed down her panties, then took off her sandals. He clicked on the collar and then posed her in a very sexy pose and took the picture. He would come over and force her into even sexier pictures.
After this both girls were sitting on the bench, still naked with collars on, and their clothes on the floor some two meters / six feet away. A machine was whirring and six pages were printed out, he then stapled them to co copies of Sandy Foot that had no covers and presented them to the naked girls. They looked on them with a combination of embarrassment and pride.
“You know girls, we have an additional offer to take pics of you cuffed in a slave pen.” Lou unsteadily got up and volunteered. He took her into a pen and forcibly cuffed her hands behind her, and started taking pictures, then demanding she change into more and more sexually explicit poses, like bending over and pulling her pussy lips apart. He pushed Lou aside that she fell on the floor, then did the same with Amy, who didn’t say yes to it. Then he brought Lou forward and chained them together, and took more pictures, ordering them to kiss the have their tongues play with each other.
“Well now bitches, how you like to pay, cash, service or enslavement?” The two girls were still cuffed and leashed together. “Why don’t I just take you down to the auction block and just sell you, I’ll get a nice commission?”
Thankfully the girls had torn up the enslavement papers and dumped them in the garbage, if he had found them, they would have been out of options. Amy, now feeling little more aware, spoke up, “Please no, we’ll pay for everything in cash, please just let up go.” The photographer reluctantly and quite slowly unlocked them, making sure to touch their asses as much a possible. Once loose, Amy remembered their clothes, and walked over to retrieve them, along with their purses. Lou then fumbled with her purse and paid for everything. The photographer grabbed two Big D’s shopping bags that announced “I Went To Big D’s Auction House And All I Got Was Enslaved” and showed a cartoon picture of a naked large breasted woman on the auction block with a whip flying above her. Into these he put each girl’s magazine, and their clothes and purses. “Now keep those collars on, they’re visitor collars, you’ve paid for them free and clear. And they protect you from being taken for merchandise.” The girls started wondering off unsteadily, still naked and collared, carrying their bags.
Again, they went down the wrong sections and they started hearing the call of an auctioneer. They quickly found themselves next to three slave girls in a coffle. The first one was blond, the second brunette, and the third was a very pretty and busty East Indian girl who put her hand on Amy’s shoulder. The slave monger appeared, and used to women getting lost, did his usual joking. “Hey we have a couple of extra slaves here. There’s room on the coffle for a couple more. Come on get, in the coffle.” He felt he was just making fun of the lost girls, but a couple of times it had actually resulted in a girl doing as ordered.
Amy picked up the old coffle hanging behind the brown skinned girl, touching the old rusted steel implement. It gave her a chill up her spine, both of dread and titillation. When the light brown slave said, “Well are you two joining us?” The dark slave took the collar, “Why don’t we just put these on for size?” Amy was speechless, and before she knew it the collar was on her. While this was happening, Lou had been handling the other collar, putting it part of it on her neck when the jerk of the slave collaring Amy caused the collar to close.
“I, I, I’m not a slave.” she blurted out, almost saying “any more”. She touched the collar and felt a chill down her back.
“Oh. come on you’ll enjoy it.” And the slave started playing with both sister’s nipples, then clits.
“Oh god that feels so good.” Amy closed her eyes, and started breathing quickly. “Please stop.” she finally said. ‘Please, please take this off.” she pleaded to the slave monger.
“Well, it was too much to hope.” And unlocked the frightened and excited girls.
The slave monger said, “Slave girls love doing that to free women hoping to drag them down to their level.”
“Where are our clothes?” inquired Lou.
“They threw them into that slave pen. Since your slave naked you might as well let yourself be auctioned.”
Lou spoke up, “Please no, please. We don’t want to be slaves!”
“Well go ahead and get your clothes, I have work to do.”
They went into the pen and retrieved their bags, then sat on the bench to let the shakes subside.
Another slave monger came on her, still undressed. “Why are not ready for auction?”
“Leave us alone, we’re not slaves.” Called out Lou
“Well, we will soon get this checked out.” And grabbed them and pulled them out of the pen. While both sisters held even more firm on her remaining clothes. “Who has a chip reader?”
A voice called out, “There is one in the slave delivery area.” And the girls were locked together and led to the area where there were still a few cages with slaves in them who taunted them. Finally, a tall, dark-haired woman came up to them and pressed a machine against Lou’s left breast and confirmed she was a free woman. But when it came to Amy the reader buzzed and said Hold Error.
“What’s going on here?” the woman wondered. Then informed of the problem she declared, “I have to make a call. But this woman must be secured and held until we can get this figured out. And secure both their belongings, but they are to be treated well.”
The senior slave monger then instructed, “Back bracelets.” The women looked at him without comprehension. “Just turn around.” When they didn’t obey automatically, he became more forceful, “Now!” Startled, the woman turned around, after which he took their bags and he and another monger grabbed their hands and put wide cuffs on them. When the woman started to protest, he sprayed de-voicing spray in their mouths. The women tried to talk but were told to stop or they could make the de-voicing permanent. They were then locked in a slave pen, locked together, and left to stew.
Finally, the dark-haired woman returned. “OK, we can release you, your problem blondie,” referring to Amy, “is at HCI. You’d better get that sorted out soon or this might not be the last time this happens to you.” When it became obvious the women couldn’t respond, she yelled, “I told you not to abuse them. Now get over here and uncuff them.” A monger came over and opened the pen door, removed their cuffs, and got their bags back. “Keep those collars on, you can get them removed at customer service.”
Amy and Lou started going through their bags to get dressed. But found their bras and panties were missing! They got dressed and waited in a corner till their voices came back an hour later.
They were finally able to leave but there was only one way out and that led to the auction arena. They were surprised and embarrassed by the all the people looking at them, looked around where to go. The auctioneer (who had been waiting for the next girl to be auctioned), “Are you sure you’re not our next items up for sale? Sisters sell well and you’re undressing already.” It was then that Amy realized that both of her dress straps had fallen down, but it didn’t worry her anymore. Someone pushed them up on the block, and they became scared and confused. Someone pulled down their dresses making them naked again. People started calling out bids, “$30,000, $31,000, $32,000.”
For a second Lou thought, “Wow they think I’m that valuable?” But then she shook her head to clear it. “I’m not a slave, please stop.” She wondered why Amy was unwilling to speak up.
Someone called out “Bidding has started, its too late.”
The Auctioneer spoke up, “Now, now, I have not officially opened bidding, and they have visitor’s collars on so sorry no sale, unless you want to change their minds?”
Amy just stood there, naked, with the lights on her, and the gaze of dozens of lusty men. She wondered if she was going to end up here eventually. For a minute she didn’t know what to do, did she have a choice? “Can we leave?” Lou said to the to the auctioneer.
“Yes, you may, but come back again to be auctioned.”
The sisters had to stand on the auction block to pull up their clothes from around their legs under the disappointed gaze of the audience. Slowly they both got off the block to the whistles of the audience, and walked to the edge of the arena.
But then the curvy redheaded girl was brought up to the sales arena and mounted the block. Amy was shocked at the obscene (to her) positions that the girl performed as the audience glazed admiringly and placed their bids. Amy couldn’t look away at the scene, shocked at seeing all this first hand. The call of “Sold for $25,000 brought her wits back to her and she and her sister walked away briskly, Red faced they quickly made their retreat from the other bidders, some looking longingly towards the sisters.
They made there way back to the bright and cheery front part of the store and went to customer service to get their collars removed. After which they decided to browse the retail area again with its collars, cuffs, whips, vibrators, hoods, and various other products.
Lou inquired of the clerk, a tall raven-haired woman, “Excuse me, I was wondering about gifts for couples and business associates?”
“Come ov’air and I’ll show ya some of the good stuff.” She led them to a section of steel collars. “These real popular with owners and couples, they have control boxes and can give either pain or pleasure.”
“Do they automatically lock?”
“Nope, gotta do that separate, just have ta push this button here to open it.”
“Can I try it on?”
“Lou what are you doing?” exclaimed Amy.
“I’m not going to let what happened in there scare me off.” Then she turned to the clerk, “Can you help me put it on?”
“Well, ya gotta do it properly, slip off your dress and sandals and kneel.” In her brave state Lou slipped off her dress to Amy astonishment, and then knelt. The clerk then placed it on her neck and declared, “I’ll lock it too to give you the total experience.” And to Lou’s stunned reaction, she took out a key and lock it. “Now stand-up slave girl.”
“I didn’t ask you to lock it.”
“Oh, don’t worry slave, your fine. Let’s try the lowest punishment level.” And she pushed a button which Lou let out a shout of surprise and pain.
“Are you OK, Lou?” and she nodded yes.
“But here the kicker, here is the pleasure setting.” And Lou let out a moan and grabbed at the display rack. “Had enough slave girl?” She put it up higher and higher till Slave Lou was on her knees again.
Amy intervened, “Please stop calling her a slave, and get this collar off her.”
“Well only if she wants to.”
After a few moments Lou was able to get up. “It’s outstanding Amy, you should try it, and I’m going to buy a couple as business gifts.”
The clerk looked at Amy, “Would you like to try it darlin?” Amy said no but the clerk persisted, “You saw how much your sister loved the pleasure settings. Now be a dear and do like your sister.” And without warning she slid off Amy’s dress off her shoulders and pushed her to her knees. Quickly she placed the collar on her as Amy was trying to get her dress back up.
“I said I didn’t want to try it.” Amy was trying not to show any submissiveness to this woman.
“Bad slave.” and the clerk pressed the punishment button on both remotes. Both girls gave out a yell and the clerk ordered. “Now drop your clothes like a good slave.” And Amy obeyed. “Good girl.” And she pressed the pleasure buttons, which sent waves of pleasure through both slaves. She then chained the two girls together and attached a leash to Lou, and ordered them to follow her.
She brought them in front of a wall with height measurements on the wall like a booking photo. And took pictures of them front, back and side. Then she read their chips, and this time nothing happened with Amy’s chip. Then she typed into her pad and announced, “OK I have your enslavement authorization all ready on my pad.” She printed out the documents and put them on the desk with a pen each. “Now sign here and you’ll be on the block by later today.”
Lou finally got her wits about her and responded, “No, please stop, we don’t want to be a slave.” A declaration which was weakly echoed by Amy.
“Look your all ready to be sold, you can’t back out now. Why don’t you take a seat and wait to be taken to auction?” And she led them over to a bench where two other naked, collared and chained women were sitting. She locked both collars to chain on the wall and left with their clothes and bags and put them behind the desk.
The older woman, thirtyish, nice looking with small B cup breasts who was locked to the wall as well talked to them, “She’s a domineering one, isn’t she? I just came for the fair and now look at me. But you’re going to fetch top price.”
Amy’s head was clearing, “No, I’m not going to be auctioned, I didn’t sign anything.”
“Well mistakes are made girl.”
Soon as the woman had come back, now with another girl. Both sisters firmly said, “We don’t want to be slaves, let us go!” She tried to sweet talk and bully them to be enslaved but they stood firm. The woman noticed a couple of police officers taking an interest in what was happening, so she finally gave in and took off the collars and gave them back their clothes.
She then handed the girls some papers; it was her enslavement contract with nude pictures of them. “If you want to change your mind, just sign the papers anytime. Though they already have my authorization for enslavement signature so don't need yours.” They stuffed them into their Big D’s shopping bags and unsteadily walked away.
After she and Lou had their adventure at Big D’s at the Calgary Stampede, Amy returned the next day to the Stampede to see Dr. Emily Ranger at a round table on horse training. Amy had some trepidation being there again, as Big D’s was on the way to the conference hall. She felt a thrill go down her spine as she passed it and felt herself getting wet.
Amy had been in contact with Dr. Ranger for some time. After her first adventure at HCI, back in 2011, Dale had recommended the horse psychologist to Amy. She had started with exploring the woman’s website and YouTube channel. Amy did not like what she saw, Dr. Ranger was an advocate of strict discipline and drugs in her practice dealing with problem horses. This went very much against Amy’s techniques, that only used such discipline or drugs in extreme cases, and was reluctant to use them even then. Amy had e-mailed the doctor, avoiding being confrontational, but wanting to make sure to put her point across. They eventually got into exchanging e-mails a few times a week.
She passed the booth in front of the doors of Big D’s when someone called out to her. “Hey its you.” Amy didn’t realize she was the one being referred to. Then they shouted out again, “Hey blondie in the blue and white strapless dress, come over here.” Amy was wearing a blue and white strapless summer dress the came to mid knee. She didn’t know why she had worn it; as it was much sexier that what she usually wore.
Amy looked over and asked, “Are you talking to me?”
“Ya, I recognize you, your Miss Amateur Sandy Foot Girl today.”
“What are you talking about?”
“Got you picture up here for people to see, come on over.”
Curiosity got the best of Amy and walked over; the young man held out a magazine and pointed out nude picture of Amy that had been taken by that photographer yesterday. And on it proudly declared “Miss Amateur Sandy Foot Girl”.
Amy was shocked, she had no idea it would be put out for public display. “Don’t that mean your property of Big D’s?” The Young man inquired.
“No, it does not.” Amy firmly retorted.
“Why don’t you go on in anyways, I’m sure you’d sell well?” He grabbed her arm and Amy found herself being dragged inside against her will. He brought her to the Customer Service Desk was the blond Texan woman who had tried to enslave her and her sister just yesterday, when they had gotten rather tipsy.
“I remember you darling, I had you dead to rights enslaved, then you ran off.” The young man kept beside her with his hand firmly on her arm.
“We were not interested in being enslaved.” Amy could feel her pussy getting wetter while she started to feel intensely anxious.
“Well let me just check your chip and start over.”
“Please, I did say no.” And pulled her arm from the mans grasp.
“Oh, don’t be a spoil sport.” And grabbed the back of Amy’s dress, pulling it and her bra down, exposing Amy’s breasts. “See your almost slave naked and ready for the block.”
Amy was stunned, not from being naked but the swiftness of the act. Her dress had fallen around her ankles, and she tripped and fell face down on the floor putting her hands out to break her fall. The female clerk reacted quickly, kneeling down, she grabbed a nearby bamboo rod about a yard/meter long and threaded it between Amy’s back and bent elbows. Then she unhooked Amy’s bra and used it to tie her elbows to the rod. Now the young woman was unable to push herself up and she started to panic.
The blond clerk pulled down a double vibrator/dildo that was bent in a U shape. She had been showing it to a customer just before Amy had walked in and now, she reached up to the desk and grab it. He tore off the panties then violently pushed it into Amy’s pussy and ass, eliciting a scream from the rape. The vibrators were put on to maximum and Amy quickly felt a tidal wave of pleasure overcome her.
The clerk pulled her up to her knees then got in close to Amy’s face and placed her hand under the captured girl chin to make her look in her eyes, “Ya’ll not gonna give me any trouble now are you sweety?” Amy was unable to respond as she was being overwhelmed with pleasure and looked at her tormentor with a glazed look.
Amy didn’t make any attempt to escape as the woman went back behind the desk to retrieve the chip reader. She continued to kneel, shaking in pleasure till she orgasmed. But between the shaking of her body as she experienced a pleasure explosion and her now very lubricated pussy, the gratifying invader slipped out of her.
Amy was reveling in the pleasure, forgetting what was planned for her. The feeling of a steel collar being placed on her neck brought her out of her happy fog. She heard the clerk say, “There, got ya’ll’s enslavement papers attached to your collar, that’s all ya need to get ya to auction.” Then she seemed to fiddle with the collar, “Damn, I forgot to grab a locking one, could just leave it unlocked, you’re going direct to the block anyways.” Then she pulled Amy to her feet, “Come on dearie, lets go and sell ya.” She attached a chain to the collar and turned away to lead Amy to the door that she and Lou had accidentally entered yesterday.
But Amy had been working on her bonds, and was able to unhook her bra, which released her. She grabbed the bamboo bar and hit the woman on the head with it. The clerk fell to the floor and Amy slammed down on her head with the heel of her foot. She ran to grab her dress and purse, then slipped through the audience door to the auctions. Luckily no one was on the other side and Amy was able to slip her dress over her head. A few second of fiddling got the collar off and she stuffed the collar and the papers into her purse.
She tried to slip unnoticed into the crowd and sat down pretending to just be another lookie loo at the auction. She watched and three girls in a row went up to the block and showed themselves off to the audience. She became excited as the bidding got excited over each girl; Amy found herself fingering her uncovered (but hidden) wet snatch as she got increasingly excited. Then the auctioneer seemed to look at her and call out, “Do we have a volunteer out her in the audience?” Amy froze and tensed up; he had seen her! She slowly shook her head no, but the auctioneer called out again, “You look familiar, weren’t you here yesterday, with another girl?” Amy nodded yes out of habit of telling the truth. “Why don’t you come down here and try again?” And Amy found herself being pushed down to the auction pit by audience members.
When she got to the pit, she was standing beside a slave girl waiting to be the next on the block. “So, you coming up?” asked the auctioneer, to the cheers of the audience.
“No, No thank you sir.” Amy stammered out.
“What nice manners, you’d be a good slave for someone, you must be Prime Plus.” Smiled the auctioneer.
Then the slave girl beside Amy pulled down her dress, which Amy barely reacted to. She just stood there with her arms beside her. Then the slave noticed the slave collar in the un-opened purse and took it out. She placed it on the frozen girl’s neck, with the chain still attached. “Well, you’re all ready now, just jump up on the block and you can show off and start your new life.”
Amy whimpered, “Please no, leave me alone.” She stepped out of her dress then picked it up and held it in her arms.
“Ah poor girl doesn’t know what’s best, why don’t you just go into the holding pens till your ready?” Then he called to a slave monger, “Hank, get this girl her to the pens to cool off.” The slave monger grabbed the chain and with a jerked, took Amy to the pens.
Once inside Amy found her voice. “Please stop, this is a mistake, I’m not interested in becoming a slave. I don’t want to be forced into this.”
“Ya, I saw you being pulled down to the pit, you clearly weren’t volunteering. I’ll let you out through the delivery door since that’s closest.” He kept her on the chain as they went through the pens. They passed several slaves in a coffle who tried to pull her toward them, they even tried to push an unused collar in their coffle on to her neck. Amy felt a shiver of excitement, but was able to push it away.
Finally, they got to the door, where he gave Amy directions to get back to the main exhibit hall. Uncollared and dressed she made her way to the entrance again. Once back in Amy bought a new pair of sandals then walked to her original destination, the horse round table. She felt a chill go down her back as she passed Big D’s again, and reached the conference just as it was starting
Amy was in a nervous excitement, and during the audience questions, Amy was feeling flustered but asked some pointed questions about dealing with problem horses. Afterwards as the speakers and some of the audience members mingled, the two women got into a spirited discussion on various horse issues. Dr. Ranger noticed Amy’s sexual excitement and made some mistaken assumptions about Amy.
The two continued to message each other, and they would meet up for brunch when they were both at horse events. Over time they eventually formed a healthy respect for each other.
1) 1) If your old enough you’ll remember this from the TV show “Lost In Space”
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