The selective service slave part 6

[mikey22]

Misty stands there nervous as Hell. As Mrs. Lee Ann looks her over again.
Moms also standing there looking on.

“ Okay darling it’s time to take your clothes off. We got a lot of things to do. “
Mrs. Lee Ann says nicely.

Misty looks at the electric shock collar on the table. Along with the box of ear tags. And the restraints and the torturous tools that go with getting and keeping a slave in line.
All items lay across the spacious table before her.

Behind the table in plain open view of all those employees was a toilet and shower. Along with an examination table.
There also were bondage like racks. Where disobedient slaves could be restrained and whipped. Or just put on display for others to enjoy while they suffer there humiliating fall from grace and freedom.

In the floor there were also kennel like cages sitting around. Probably again for unruly new slaves that don’t fall into line.

But even looking around at all that Misty faced. The scariest thing to her. Was sitting in the first chair right outside the doorway looking in.

Rex couldn’t keep his eyes off Misty. With his thick 8 inch cock standing proudly. He just looked up and down her curvy body. As her long auburn hair hung down her back, over the black business like jacket she wore.
Her matching black skirt. Looked tight against her wide hips and ass. It had a split up the back. That showed off her sheer black stockings and she looked amazing in the five inch black stripper heels she was wearing.

She could feel Rex’s eyes on her.

Rex was one guy she never thought she’d have to see again. Or smell for that matter.

Misty looked over her shoulder at Rex. And to her surprise there were four other guys sitting behind him.

Shit! Where are all the girls at? “
She wondered.

“ Take your clothes off now! I ain’t got all day! “
Mrs. Lee Ann said as she picked a riding crop up from the table.

Misty knew she had to do something.

So she takes a step or two forward. To get around the corner. Away from at least Rex and the young men that were sitting behind him. All were desiring her body.

She hoped she could strip down where her mother did in the previous minutes before.

Mrs. Lee Ann held her hand up, blocking Misty’s path. As she attempts to step between Lee Ann and mom.

“ Back up! Stand in the center of the doorway! Strip in front of your friend! “
Mrs. Lee Ann demanded as she shoved Misty back.

Misty folded her arms across her breasts as she faced Rex. The four others that followed. And the glass doors and windows that looked out into the busy lobby.
To her left was nothing but glass. And the view of many other employees looking her way.

By then tears were streaming down her face. Streaking her makeup. Beads of sweat popped out across her forehead.
And under her conservatively sexy outfit she was sweating like Hell.

Mrs. Lee Ann came in from behind with that crop. Popping her fat ass with it.
Misty jumped and let out a yelp.

“ I said strip! “
She yells at her.

Finally Misty took off the jacket.
Mrs. Lee Ann grabbed it and tossed it into the trash.

Misty’s fingers shook nervously as she slowly unbuttoned a button of the blue blouse.
Rex’s mouth watered as Misty’s awesome cleavage comes into his view. It was enhanced by the low cut top she wore under the blouse. With her sexy black bra. Holding her big tits in place.

“ Oh no! Let me! “
Mrs. Lee Ann said.
As she got impatient with Misty’s slow performance.

She again popped her ass with that crop. Then spun her around her way. Ripping the thin blue blouse apart.
Buttons pop off and fall to the floor. She grabbed the bottom of the tank top. Yanking it upward over Misty’s head. Pulling it off with the blouse. Both go straight to the trash.
She spun Misty around to face the guys again. While she pulls the back strap of her bra away from her body. Unhooking it. And snatching it off of her.

Misty again try’s to cover herself with her hands and arms. As from behind she feels the zipper of the skirt split apart. Before it’s snatched to the floor.

She then struck her fat ass again with the crop.

“ Turn your ass so it faces the glass! And slip that thong down nice and slow! “

So she hopefully wouldn’t get struck again. Misty complied with the order. While the audience of employees gathered to take in her moments of pure shame.
She bends at the waist and slowly eased the black thong down. Looking like a true whore. Still in her stockings, garter belt and high heels.

As she stepped out of her thong. And started to stand back up.
Lee Ann pushed her head all the way down. So she’s bent at the waist. Looking back through her spread legs. At the employees looking on.

“ Now spread the cheeks! And show them the pink! “
Mrs. Lee Ann said snatching the thong from Misty’s fingers.

Misty spread her pussy and ass apart.

“ Open your mouth! So they can see all three holes! “

She made her stay that way for a minute or so. Before letting her up.
She kind of wobbled around dizzy, as she stood up.

“ Take everything else off! “

Misty reached down and took her right shoe off and looked at it.

“ Throw it in the trash! “
Mrs Lee Ann demanded.

“ These are a $100.00 pair of shoes? “
Misty said complaining.

“ Should have left them at home! The second paragraph in that letter I mailed you! Instructed you to report naked! If you’d done as it instructed! You wouldn’t be going through this! You stupid cunt! “

Misty then dropped the shoe into the trash can. And parted with the left one.
Mrs. Lee Ann, Mom and the others all watched as Misty took off her garter belt.

She looks over at the chair that mom had sat in earlier. She stepped towards it.

“ No! Take them off! Right where your at!”
As a slave Misty’s not allowed any comfort at all.


She eased the stockings down and off. As she moves about her big tits jiggle along with the cellulite on her thick thighs. And her chubby belly.
She’d never felt as embarrassed as she was right then.

“ Jewelry to! Take it all off! “

Mom then had to step in.

She held her hand out. So Misty could give her her earrings, necklace and wedding band.

As she stood there slave naked. Mrs. Lee Ann looks her over.

“ It’s good to see that the carpet matches the drapes! But that shit is coming off! “
She pointed to the auburn strip of hair above Misty’s cunt.

Misty looks up at mom.

“ I told you to shave it! Dumb ass! “

Mrs. Lee Ann picks up one of the shock collars. And puts it around Misty’s neck. She feels the little prongs stick into her skin. As the collar is tightened and locked on. She then picked up a scanner and held it close to the collar.

Beep

It sounded just like the scanner. Misty used to slide groceries across. When she was a cashier at the Piggly Wiggly.

She was now there inventory.

Mrs. Lee Ann shows Misty a cattle prod. Pushing the button so she could see the electrical current that went between the two prongs.

“ That collar will do the same as this prod! It will knock your ass out! Do not test me on this! You understand? “

Misty nods.

“ Your slave ID# is 1569. “
Which are the last four numbers of her birthday. So there easy to remember.
Mrs Lee Ann used a marker to write the numbers onto a red tag. Which she then put into a device that looked like a leather punch.

“ On the floor now! “

Misty gets down on her knees. And lays down with her hands at her sides.

Lee Ann turned her head so her right ear faced upward. She pushed her long hair back. And positioned the barbaric looking tool around the cartilage of her ear. She then put her boot against Misty’s neck as she squeezed the handles. Driving the punch through her ear. Riveting the hideous red tag to her ear.

Misty screams out in agony and pees in the floor.
It went fast but still hurt like Hell.

“ Get up! “

Misty got to her feet and was drug across to another station. Where Lee Ann dipped her finger into a bottle of numbing cream and pulled Misty’s lower lip out and rubes the cream inside her lower lip.

“ Why didn’t she do that for my ear? “
Misty said to herself, seeing and feeling the hideous red tag hitting the side of her cheek.

She then picked up the electric charged tattoo needle and started to work permanently writing the numbers inside Misty’s lower lip.

While the needle buzzes away.

An entire crowd from the courthouse is led into the waiting area of the slave office.